#god this movie STILL FUCKING BLOWS MY MIND

[adanfore]

Something about virgin Choso fucks me up in the head oh my god.

He acts tough. Every time he’s around you, talking to Yuuji, his brothers, he puts on a show as though nothing in the world matters, he’s always calm, layed back. Talking to him, you always got so nervous when he stared you down every time without a care in the world it seems, to you it looked like talking to anyone for him was easy as a breeze of wind, you kind of wished you were like that, like Choso. That also was half of why you were attracted to the man. The other half, well, self explanatory: he was great with his brothers, he was attractive in his own damn way which made your knees weak every time you saw him.

You hadn’t expected him to be a virgin, and a whiney one at that. When you had walked past the bathroom to the kitchen, you heard him in

the bathroom, he was masturbating.. Were you eavesdropping? Yes, but you couldn’t hold yourself from listening in to his beautiful cries of pleasure, whimpering, pleading for some reason, those pretty moans and whines turned you on more than you imagined. Well, the worst part came when you had not realized he was done already, you only realized when he opened the door and stood there, shocked, embarrassement flood over you and you just ran back to the guest bedroom.

If it only wasn’t for you getting carried away, this wouldn’t be happening right now, you and Choso sitting on the sofa, akwardly waiting for Yuuji to come back from the kitchen so the atmosphere turns nice again. You can feel Choso sneaking glances at you, fidgeting with the black silver rings on his fingers. Not wanting to have this continue for any longer, you decided you’d speak up.

“Listen, I’m sorry for yesterday, I just.. uh..”

You couldnt find a explanation for yourself.

“N-No, It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have.. Uhm, I shouldn’t have done it in the bathroom.”

“But I was eavesdropping on you, I need to apologize for that. I just couldn’t help but get carried away from… Shock!”

And as Choso was about to answer, Yuuji suddenly came into the room, having only heard muffles of your conversation.

“Yo, what’re you guys talking about?”

With a panic, you blurt whatever comes to mind.

“ Oh! I was just telling Choso that I’ll be helping him later.”

“Helping him with what?”

“Just washing the dishes, just to repay him for yesterday, I hit him after he scared me in the dark at night!

Yuuji seems content with that answer, and sits between you two. You couldn’t help but notice how Choso looked at you after you said you’ll help him later, eyes a little wide, a deep red spreading on his cheeks. He didn’t know whether to take it seriously or not, well, you were just making an excuse, but still, a gesture like that would blow his mind completely.

After the movie marathon, you both HAD to go wash the dishes, to play some truth into your silly excuse you gave to Yuuji, it was akward, very akward washing dishes with him. But you got to see Choso, the real him, how he was all fidgety, getting clumsy and blushing as hard as a cherry.

“Was it true..? What you said earlier?”

“What are you talking about, Choso?”

“H-How you said you’d help me later..”

“I am helping you thoug- Oh, you mean that?”

You said as the realization hit you, he was hard, and it was all because of your choice of words.

“I-I’m sorry, I am just gonna go, real sorry for thi-“

“N-No, Choso! I- I can help you, if you want me to?”

The sigh Choso gave out was huge.

“Please…”

That was all you needed to hear, proceeding to drag him up to his room at the back of the hall, the location of his room, being secluded and far away from any other room made you so grateful.

You sat him on the edge of his bed, leaning down to massage his thighs.

“How do you want me to help you, Choso?”

Hearing his name come out of your pretty lips always made him want to hold back smashing his face into yours, but now, he was just confused, he didn’t know what would be the most ‘appropriate’ thing to ask. All he wanted now, was to ruin you, to make you his, kiss you, feel and touch you everywhere he had ever dreamed of.

“I.. I don’t know, just- just touch me, do whatever, please..”

When you heard that, you immediately knew that he was a virgin, to your shock infact. Not wanting to torture this poor man any longer, you stopped massaging his thighs for a moment and told him to slide his sweatpants down, all the while looking at the wet spot of precum left on them.

You looked at his length for a second, before actually bringing your hand up to it, to rub and feel it to all of its size, he was huge, possibly the biggest you’ve ever had in a partner. It blew your mind and you wondered how it would feel inside you, how it would fill all of your insides, but, right now it was all about Choso’s pleasure which needed to be fixed.

The pool of precum doubled in size as you continued rubbing it, deciding to finally free it from his boxers, Choso moaned when it sprang up and hit his stomach. That made you look up at him, needing to hear more of his sounds, he looked back at you with a pleading look on his face which just said “please, touch me already”

You grabbed his length with your hand and started stroking it, slowly at first, picking up speed with some time. The moans, whines and whimpers this man put out were sent straight to your core.

“Please, Please, please, go faster, please, I’m gonna cum, Y/N, please!”

That motivated you to pick up speed, also to tighten your grip on his length to up the pleasure for him. His moans were getting out of control until you looked up at him with a strict look, telling him to be quiet. With that sense of dominance, he came all over, all over your hand, his stomach and thighs. His chest heaving, some small moans still coming out as he came down from his high.

You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking your hand and tasting Him before you began to walk out of his room, off to finish yourself off.

“W-Wait, can’t I make you feel good now?”

“I did this as an apology, Choso. Some other time, maybe.”

And with a wink and a smirk to him, you walked off to your room with an almost unbarable heat between your legs, it also had to be fixed.

NOT PROOFREAD ITS FUCKING 5 AM I WANNA GO SLEEP, ILL DO IT SOME OTHER TIME

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹🌹🌹

At first he thought you were just as chaotic as ace and deuce… He’s right but you also followed at least MOST of the rules

You just support him so much and he loves that, even if you break rules

Had a little smige of a crush on you and it showed (a lot)

One day you found him on the brink of blowing a blood vessel, you calmed him down. Gentle hands rubbing circles into his back and hands, reassuring him that it’ll be ok. That he’ll be ok.

After that his little crush becomes a massive crush on you, he’s head over heels

When riddle falls, it’s not as hard as some of the others because he kinda had a crush on you for a bit.

Riddle falls slowly over time and slowly accepts his feelings day by day until hes a blushing tomato around you

100% sits plucking petals back and forth muttering “they love me, they love me not”

Trys to spend as much time with you as possible, like haveing tea or “makeing Shure you fallow the rules set in place”

Riddle fell in love with your careing personality and ability to make him feel good enough

Floyd ships the 👏FUCK👏out of you two and is honestly getting impatient

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙🐙🐙

At first you were nothing more then a friend of Floyd’s, maybe even a part time employee at the lounge

But then you stuck by him after he stops his shady Side business. He was so down yet you sat there and held him. Accepted him

Azul fell for you when you refused to leave him after the end of his shady deals. You sat down and comforted him, made him feel like he was makeing progress, like he was getting better.

Azul falls the 2nd hardest.

When Azul falls for you it hits him like a brick, all at once crashing into him like a wave of unknown feelings and fear

Avoids you at first because he’s squeeling in his octo pot about you but then becomes a little clingy and wants to spend lots of time with you

100% has a note book with your name written in it all over In gell pen, things like “Azul + (y/n)” Or “ (Y/n) ashengrotto ” Written all over

He’s more open with you but also more shy? Like he tells you things he wouldn’t normally but in a cute shy way 🥺👉👈

Azul fell in love with your accepting nature and how you are a very loyal person

Out of the twins, jade ships it the most! He’s always watching in calm amusement as Azul fawns over you when you arnt looking. 24/7 dropping hints lmao

Malleus Draconian 🐉🐉🐉

At first you were just a child of man, a friend even.

You weren’t afraid or intimidated by him and that made him swoon a tad bit.

Malleus fell for you when you invited him out to a movie you thought he would like. In that moment he released that you cared for him and thought about him, that your kindness wasn’t an act of formality but of genuine care. Memories of encounters play through his head as feelings grow like soft thorns around his heart

Asked Lilia what the feelings were and is smitten with the notion of having a huge crush on you

Falls the hardest and I’ll take this to my grave

When malleus falls his feelings hit him like a truck all at once. Memories of your smile and days spent together fill his mind as he trys to sputter out a yes to your invitation.

Makes an effort to spend time with you wether it be midnight walks or lunch with you

Talks about you to Lilia constantly and asks for advice. It’s adorable omg. Afafjvcjhfhlvaxhnv

Malleus fell for your honest nature and careing personality, he loves it and it makes him so unbelievably happy.

Lilia sighs “young love” He says. He ships it a lot and enjoys seeing malleus happy and crushing. High-key wants you two together and lasting

Kalim Al-asim ☀☀☀

At first you two were like best friends, two peas in a pod

You keep him grounded and stable but are still fun loveing

Kalim fell for you when you calmed down a party. Things were getting wild and he was getting a little crazy, but you were there to bring him back gently. He realized that you were his rock, a stable figure in his life and a person he could turn to, much like Jamil.

As soon as he fell for you he told Jamil, his trusted friend. He talks to Jamil about it a lot actually

Kalim falls harder then riddle but still gently.

When kalim falls, it’s like his feelings wrap him up in a warm blanket. Unlike a lot of the others his emotions don’t hit him violently but rather wash over him in a sence of calmness.

Doesn’t change much honestly, he already spent a lot of time with you so of course he’ll continue to spend lots of time together!

Takes like all of those stupid quoteve quizzes like “make me a cake and I’ll tell you if your crush loves you” And “how compatible with your crush are you” Like he takes so many of them

Kalim fell in love with your calm but fun personality and dependable nature

Literally everyone ships it, you two are so cute and their getting impatient. Jamil is slightly jealous of kalim but continues to drop little hints that the ball of sunshine likes you.

Vil Schoenheit 🍎🍎🍎

Are first you were just another potato that he would have to teach

You saw past his superficial veil of blush and powder and always choose to complement his personality or the little things

Vil fell in love with you after class one day. Divus had given out a new assignment and you had chosen to complement vil in passing. Simple words were all it took and he didn’t know what was so different this time, perhaps it was that you looked so radiant today. But your pretty words made him fall

Vil falls only slightly less then azul~

When vil falls it hits him in the gut and knocks the wind from his lungs, he denies it at first but finds himself unable to not let your words fill him with more pide then he already had.

Vil will admittedly act a bit cold and distant from you at first but after a while everything returns to normal, perhaps his fingers linger ever so slightly longer on you~

Vil has subconsciously made space on his vanity for makeup he thinks would complement you. He gets whatever perfume or Cologne you do because he knows you must like it. He finds himself looking at flowers and thinking about you~

Vil liked your looks at first (even if he thinks your a potato) but your honest complements and kindness quickly made him Fall for you in his entirety

Rook is the only one who knows (divus also knows but shhhhhh) and often makes comparisons to romance novels. If divus gets a chance he makes Shure to pair you two up, and has you sit next to vil in every class~

Leona kingscholar 🦁🦁🦁

At first you were a pain in the ass

You never stopped treating him with kindness and you weren’t afraid to tell him off.

Oh boy he falls for you in a fit of jealousy. He saw you hanging out with malleus and he didn’t know why it made him so angry. Then ur hit him, he wanted you to be his. Once he realised this the things that annoyed him about you, he wanted more of that. He wanted you to push him and to not give up on him.

Leona falls harder then kalim but less so then vil.

When Leona falls his feelings boil inside him like anger and at first he mistakes them for anger, but then he realises that it wasn’t quite anger. He falls hard because he only realises he loves you the first time he get jealous. His feelings worm there way into him slowly, much to his annoyance.

Acts pretty mean to you, like he was a cunt nugget before but now he’s straight up Regina George. Of course he’ll eventually give in and go back to normal, granted more protective.

When he sleeps, witch is a lot, he dreams about you. Not in a dirty way (most of the time) but in a far more domestic way then one would expect. He dreams about watching you do things like cook and take small naps next to him.

Leona was annoyed at first but then he realised that he likes that you pushed him to be better and to do his best. Your kindness makes him feel like the king of the world and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Ruggie is glad to see Leona go after something he won’t just give up on. The hole of savernclaw knows about Leonas crush but they keep their mouth shut.

Idia shroud 💀💀💀

At first you were just another person who terrified him to no end.

You never judged him for his lack of social skills or how he would nerd out about technology or the newest game he got, you always seem to support him and make sure hes ok

Falls for you when he sees you playing with ortho. You looked so calm and happy as you played with the younger shroud brother. He was happy for tablet not showing his face because it was erupted in flame. Seeing your smile and the look of genuine care and joy in your eyes made it click in his head that he had fallen for you.

Idia falls the second hardest and like malleus, I’ll take this to my grave

When idia falls it like his emotions Russian suplex him into a panic attack. Falling for you scares him more then people but once he makes up his mind that he’s in love with you he’s filled with determination! He’s not used to this and probably screams when it clicks in his head.

Avoids you for a week or two because he’s just trying to sort out his emotions, but once hes done that he spends a lot more time with you, inviteing you over for game sessions or to binge anime, asks for your help on little projects he works on, all but clings to your side when the rare occasion he goes outside happens.

You know how happy and excited he gets when he works on technology or talks about cats and anime? Yah that happens with you to now. Whenever you text him he gets all giddy and rolls around on his bed before texting you back. 1000000% has made at least 1 video game character based off of you (in all of his games). Absent mindedly doodles you in all of his notebooks.

Idia fell in love with your comfort and kindness, your calming aura and excitement. Despite being a little annoyed about how energetic and happy you tend to be, opposites attract. He also realises that you two have things in common like maby not likeing big crowds or public speaking (or you have anxiety like him). Also helps that your a gammer.

Words can’t describe how happy ortho is and just how much the little shroud ships you two. He thinks this is great for idia and supports it 100% ngl ortho probly starts calling you big bro/big sis (or other if you prefer nb) like he calls idia. Azul ships it to and honestly is tired of idia talking about you so much.

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He Realizes He Loves You - JJK x Reader

~ Reader is implied to be under 6ft but appearance is otherwise not mentioned.

~ Reader is implied to be fem and is explicitly fem + afab in Toji's part.

~ Including: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, and Sukuna Ryomen (in order).

~ Feel free to request a character not included!

~ Smut included for multiple characters.

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~ Cw: Creampie (Toji), Slight Anal (also Toji), Pet Names (also also Toji) :( Mild Groping (Choso), Slight Yandere/obsessive behavior (Geto)

He realizes he loves you.

Toji - Explicit Smut, Wc: 315

The way you're squeezing him like you don't want him to pull out, calling his name like a hymn, God he might just cum right then and there. He's losing his mind as his hips slam against your ass, his thumb in your other hole, gripping the fat of your cheek while using it as leverage to pull you pack onto him.

Fuck, have you always sounded so sweet? And have you always been this pretty? He can't remember. All he knows is that he's not sure he's ever felt this good. He knows he's not thinking straight when his hips stutter, his cock throbbing inside you, and instead of slowing down, he speeds up. If he was a bit more cognizant, he'd consider pulling out, but who is he kidding?

You're too sweet to him, he knew it from the day you met. If he was a less selfish man, he'd have walked out of your life the second he felt his pants tighten at the sound of your voice. But, he's thankful he's not less selfish. "Gonna let me cum inside ya, baby?"

But, at the end of the night, he can cum in any broad willing to spread her legs for him. The second he blows his load, he'll be heading out the door. He's done it a million times. Veni, vidi, veni. Sometimes he'll turn a one night stand to a two night stand, but he never does more than twice.

Wait, how many times has he been over to your place again? Nevermind, he's cumming now. He doesn't still his hips as the thick, creamy white substance spills out of your cute little cunt. But his brain is fried, so when your juices coat his thighs, and your fingers squeeze his forearms, all while pressing your glossy lips to his . . . How's he supposed to help himself?

"F-Fuck, love you baby."

~

Megumi - No Smut, Wc: 265

He's never been the type to "jolt" out of bed. He usually slowly comes to consciousness, his body acting as a natural clock. Tsumiki would always say he was the early bird of the two. It was always just his routine.

But today, for some reason, the second he wakes up he snaps up and out of bed, his back straight as an arrow. It takes a second for his brain to register why. It's you. Here you are, peacefully laying in his bed beside him, his sheets covering everything but your face. You must have fallen asleep here after you and the other first years had movie night.

His eye twitches as he considers what to do. He doesn't wanna wake you, you look like a little angel, granted, you have a bit of drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, but an angel nonetheless! He doesn't wanna tell Gojo, lord knows he'd never let him live it down. He doesn't want the higher-ups to find out and get you in trouble.

His brain moves damn near a mile a minute as he thinks of possible solutions. If you were awake you'd probably tease him about the smoke coming out of his ears. His eyes anxiously dart across his room, as if something in there could possibly fix his problem-

Until you roll over, your arm limply draped across his lap. It's not really a problem, is it? Gojo can handle it, he thinks to himself as he slips back under the covers, letting you hold onto him as you sleep in.

~

Gojo - No Smut, Wc: 334

Satoru doesn't do it for praise. While the sound of his sweet girlfriend's voice thanking and complimenting him is practically music to his ears, it's not his sole motivation. He's not sure what it is.

Maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes when he gives you your favorite type of pastry, he went out of his way to visit your favorite bakery, even though it was out of his way. Or maybe it's how tightly you hold him when he brings you a new bottle of your favorite perfume, even though the manufacturer stopped selling it. Maybe it's the way you squeal his name with joy and surprise when he appears at your doorstep, a cute little kitten in his arms, a bright blue bow tied around its neck.

He's not sure. It could be all of them for all he knows. Don't get him wrong, it's more than enough to get him out of bed every day. But it might actually be the fact that you almost . . . disregard his gifts afterwards. Maybe that's not the right word, but you're so casual about everything (except the kitten ofc). The necklace he got you last month, the one with his and your initials inside of a gold heart? You wear it everyday. Never say a word about it.

The watch he dropped at least a band on, the one that has five sets of hands and tells the time in Japan and your home country? You keep that in its case next to your bed. In the entire time you've dated, he doesn't think you've ever asked him for anything material. Maybe to do the dishes or take out the trash

Maybe that's it, actually. The fact that you'd rather spend time with him. That you see him as the biggest gift of all, it plays into his ego, sure. But there's something different about the way you cherish him, versus how the world does. Regardless, the thought makes him smile, makes his heart swell.

~

Nanami - Mild Smut, Wc: 336

Nanami has a lot of regrets in life.

He regrets every missed opportunity, every untaken chance, every day he's taken for granted, when others have to struggle so much to get half as far. Sometimes, he worries the thing that will finally do him in is grief. He has nightmares about choking on all of his remorse, and his biggest fear is that the second he gets something good, he'll be too distracted to hold onto it. But he has no regrets about you. He can feel it, even when he was still a student. Nanami knows how special you are. He sees it in the way your soft hands hold his face every morning and every night. In the way your lips curl and your hips wiggle in a little dance when you eat your favorite food. In the way your voice always rasps a small "good morning, my love," even before your eyes have opened.

God, you're special to him. And he knows better than to let you get away without knowing that. So when he has you in his arms, naked as the day you were born, your eyes tired and your skin sticky, he lets you know. He leans down, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting against your skin. He thrusts his hips gently, your soft smile and tiny moans encouraging him. He doesn't need to realize he loves you, he already knows that, but until now, right this very second, he didn't realize he was in love with you. And it hits him like a truck. He hadn't realized that your laugh is his favorite sound in the world, that he could eat your cooking until the day he dies, that you could scream at him for hours and hours, and he'd still think you had the voice of an angel.

But God, you're special. He mumbles into your collarbone, something he's always ment, but never fully grasped. "Ngh~ God, I love you."

~

Geto - Implied Smut, Wc: 352

You're so blessed. You have his head resting in your lap, his hair loose as your fingers card through it, his robes barely hanging onto his muscled form. He's so beautiful, you can't believe you're only getting to see him up close now. His dark eyes stare penetratingly into your soul, his soft smile making your heart feel like it's on fire.

He has invited you into his personal quarters, the familiar scent of sage, and oils wafting through the air. It wasn't uncommon for him to invite someone to his room, just to keep him warm or entertained, not that it was frequent, but it wasn't like it never happened. To say that this wasn't what you had expected upon first entering, would be an understatement.

You had introduced yourself to him, bowing at his feet as you began stating your name and how long you'd been a member, only for him to interrupt you, listing information you didn't even know he knew about you, information you didn't even know about you. You sat there on your hands and knees, mouth agape in surprise, until he placed a hand under your chin, gently closing your mouth and guiding you to your feet. You didn't think to question it, of course your lord and master knew everything about you.

He pulled you deeper into the room, going into detail about how you had caught his eye the moment you had begun worshiping him and his ideals. He explained his plan for you to lead alongside him, become his bride and second in command, only if you wanted to, of course. It was a big responsibility, hundreds of people suddenly bending to your every whim. Not to mention his two wonderful daughters.

But why would you ever say no? How could you possibly deny the prospect of being his wife- Geto-Sama's wife!? So here you are, your own robes just as loose as his as you carefully stroke his long, inky locks. You're so beautiful, he's truly blessed to have such an obedient, loving little lamb in his flock, finally, all to himself.

~

Choso - No Smut, Wc: 282

He's happy he has you here. Sat in his lap, the glow TV illuminating your pretty face, his hands up your shirt. The only thing that could make this better would be if his brothers were here, though, perhaps it's better if they aren't. He does appreciate the intimacy of it just being you and him.

He can't help himself from looking up at you, paying attention to the way you mindlessly chew on your lip. It makes his own lips part with desire. "Can-can you kiss me again?" He lightly squeezes your chest, his fingers tightening around the black lace bra under your shirt.

His curious, pleading eyes are too hard to ignore. He moans into your mouth, one hand groping your breast, the other gently holding your tummy. He rests his head on your shoulder when you finally pull away, a nervous smile on his face, he's still learning how to do it right, he hopes you don't mind. Actually, he knows you don't.

If anything, you love it. He can tell by the way you hold his cheeks when he does it, the way you giggle and kiss him more and more just to see it widen. He wants to do that for you. He wants to hold your cheeks and giggle when you smile and kiss you to see you do it more.

His heart erratically beats in his chest as he impulsively reaches out, turning your face and holding you still while he presses messy kisses to your lips. He doesn't stop the barrage of pecks when you ask him what he's doing. He just smiles. And that makes you smile. And that makes him smile more.

~

Sukuna - Implied Smut, Wc: 266

If you were to ask him about it, he'd laugh in your face. Sukana cares for no one, he does not love, he does not enjoy anyone's presence, he does not feel warmth in his chest when you kiss his cheek. Absolutely not. Never. You'd be foolish to think otherwise.

You may be his favorite concubine, who he always lets lay with him in bed after he's had his fill. Who he lets run her fingers through his hair during bathtime. Who he makes sure is seated on his lap at all times. But that does not mean he likes you. It just means he finds you tolerable. Yes, that's it.

He finds you tolerable, at most, and that's generous, even, so there you go, there's your answer. Only, you didn't even ask to begin with. You said "Good morning, my lord," and here he is, going on a rant in his head about how much he doesn't love you. Shit. He's in deep. Far too deep for anyone of his standing, and it's too late for him to pull himself out of this eternal abyss.

Curse you, wench, for having such control over him, unwittingly at that. Who do you think you are? With your adorable face, and your soft hair, and your nice smell-Wench! Mark his words, he may be steadfast in making you his bride, and disposing of any other concubines that expresses too much jealousy, and keeping his palace decorated in a way that you would find flattering, but he is not in love with you by any stretch of the imagination.

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texting your celebrity crush is like what happens in movies or wattpad, but the fact that you're doing just that still blows your mind. however, it's not as mindblowing when you had sex with said celebrity crush three days ago.

biting your lip, you giggle and tap on your phone like there's no tomorrow.

“are you even watching the movie? you seem to be more intrigued with your phone instead.” hannah says, leaning to the coffee table to grab the remote and pause the TV. “you’re never so glued to your phone. is it a boy? do i know him? what does— is that a hickey?”

pausing mid-type, you place your phone down and try to cover the healing hickey on your neck with your hair. “…no.”

“oh my god, it so is!” she gasps, smiling wide. “who the hell are you fucking? is it the person you're texting? when did it happen?”

“you ask a lot of questions, you know that?” you joke, trying to maneuver this conversation.

“y/n, come on. i’m your best friend. best friends tell each other everything.”

you sigh. she’s right, you guys do tell each other everything. clearing your throat and fidgeting with your hands, you try to find words to explain the recent events in your life.

“so… remember when i went to the bathroom at the sturniolo’s tour? and left you standing outside for an hour?”

she rolls her eyes. “yeah.”

“what if i told you that i actually didn’t go to the bathroom, and matt snuck me on the tour bus and… bentmeoverthetableandfuckedtheshitoutofme?”

she looks at you with eyebrows furrowed, confused as hell. “what?”

you exhale. “matt bent me over the table and may or may not have fucked the shit out of me?”

her face now morphs to shock, trying to read your body language to see if you’re lying. “what the fuck? is that why you came out limping and looking like you got manhandled?”

“yes.”

she blinks, shaking her head to take in this sudden information. “was the dick at least good?”

biting your lip, you nod. “duh.”

“hello?” you say innocently into the phone, running your hand from your stomach into your underwear.

matt’s leaning against the wall in a hallway that the venue has, far away so nobody can see nor hear him. “hi, y/n.” he chuckles.

you pout, rubbing your clit hard to get some sort of sensation rubbing through your body. “hi, matt.”

he licks his teeth and smiles smugly, knowing exactly why you wanted him to call. “whatcha doing?”

with fluttering eyes, your finger moves to your folds, moving up and down on your slit slowly. your breath hitches. “t-touching myself.” you whine. “thinking about you.”

as much as matt wants to do it himself, he can’t. the ache in his pants will last until after the show, that’s for sure.

“is that so?” he teases. you feel your wetness start to pool. “what’re thinking about, hm?”

“about the other night.” you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip. after a few long strokes, you’re wet enough to slip a finger inside.

he sighs, adjusting the phone on his ear. “you mean when i bent you over the table and bred you? or when i tongue-fucked you to where you couldn’t stand?”

moaning loudly, you insert a second finger and move them rapidly. “b-both. god, i miss the way you feel.”

“i wish i could fuck you dumb again.” he says lowly, hearing your pants and arousal all in one. “screaming so pathetically beneath me. isn’t that right?”

even though he can’t hear you, you still nod your head, arching your back when that spot gets hit at just the right angle. “yes, matt!” you moan loudly. “i miss you. i miss you so much! fuck, i’m going to cum. please let me cum.”

you ramble on as he stands there quietly to listen. the way your sounds get louder and faster the more your orgasm builds. “go ahead. nobody’s stopping you.”

clawing at the sheets with your eyes rolling back, you rut your hips on your fingers when you feel your release coat them.

“good luck tonight,” you mumble, trying to catch your breath.

he laughs, checking the time with a sigh. “i have to go. i’ll make sure to win for you.”

you hang up the phone, and not even a minute later, a picture comes rolling in. you love that he’s acting like you didn’t just cum to his voice.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[youryanderedaddy]

Bad dog

tw: very trippy and edgy rawr, hinted captivity, hinted abuse, insults, victim blaming

During the coldest nights, as the fireplace tickles your cheeks red, he likes to tell you over and over - with the slightest of smiles, the story of how you two first met. As if you don't remember it. As if you don't regret every second of it.

You with your long raincoat crying, barely coherent, searching for escape, for a savior to run into. Clinging to any stranger who looked kind enough, who had innocent eyes, who wasn't drunk or drugged out of their mind - but in that type of neighbourhood after dark, you hardly met any respectable people. Heavy stench of wet tobacco sinking to the very fabric of your flimsy dress under the cargo (feeling like a whore and looking like one, he often adds with a biting chuckle) - your heart was beating, clapping like a dying bird's wings, and if it could speak with a human voice, it would be screaming. You were being chased.

You don't even recall his name or his face anymore. Maybe an angry lover? A crazed admirer? Your father, drunk and bitter after a fight? Back then you were so terrified you could describe him in your sleep, but now nothing seemed as scary as it did back then. Darkness has become your sanctuary and even the monsters pity you. You were afraid you were losing your mind, once, (don't be silly, he had said. you were crazy from the star, doll.) you could feel his hands on you, but whose hands were they really? Why were you running in the first place?

He was screaming. Threatening to murder you, maybe. You were shaking and wet and you just needed a hug. And perhaps one hundred martinis followed by the most gruesome, toe - curling, humiliating fuck of your life. The type that leaves you feeling filthy, bleeding, and not even in a good way. The type you could control and write down, and fully envision with director cuts and quotes and props, as if come out of your own personal fucked up pink little porn studio.

You needed someone - something. A friend? A kind soul that happened to pass by? You had watched too many movies. You were naive - all those offices, all those mass corporate names, those leather seats at the top floor right next to the big boss, those tears and sweats to climb the ladder and yet, you were still a naive, stupid little girl. Believing in fairytales, in the power of love, tenderness, believing that out there exists someone who might just take you as you are for free. Someone who will hold you without bruising you. Someone who will save you without destroying everything you are. Someone who will fight those fights for you without somehow perversely enjoying breaking down all those walls, all that independence you had created for yourself.

You're not a child anymore. And as you look at the man across from you, with his crazed eyes, with what he thinks is love, you're not sure if you're the naive one. You're not sure if good exists, if love is real or just some commercial bullshit. A lie that communists invented to get free sex, or whatever.

"You looked like a nasty little street rat. You jumped into my arms and I was thinking," He speaks and speaks and speaks, and God, you're tired of hearing. You wish your ears would bleed out before he is finished with the story. "Maybe I should blow your brains out. One less sad whore on those streets." He grips your thighs painfully and you kick him in the groin, but he only groans in return. Freak. "But then you opened that cute little mouth of yours and-"

And you begged him to help you. To save you. To take you away from this miserable life of yours.

"You looked so helpless. I couldn't help myself."

And that's why he decided to chain you like a dog and fuck you black and blue. Because he couldn't help himself. And because you couldn't help yourself, you had invited him. Your body was calling out to him. If you weren't so sad, if you weren't so lonely, so helpless. If you weren't in the wrong place at the wrong time, you wouldn't meet the wrong people. If you had only been a good girl. If you had just stayed put. If you didn't entice bad men - even as a child. Even as you were spilling your guts out, maybe your blood was just that beautiful.

"You basically threw yourself into my arms. It was love at first sight."

Right. It was love all along.

[wintfleur]

₊˚ෆ the start to a chaotic summer !

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this ideas suddenly just came to me , I’ve been having sm fun working on smau posts since I’ve been having a hard time writing lately , I hope you guys enjoy it !! . . pls don’t mind the few mentions of the challengers I’m obsessed with that movie rn )

𐙚 summary ( a few posts showing what Stella has been up to as of lately now that her summer has started ! )

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stellahughes THEY ARE NOT READY FOR US 🤭

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rutgermcgroarty have I told you I love you today??

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username AHHH YAY THE ICONIC STELLA SUMMER PHOTO DUMPS ARE BACK ‼️

simjaeyunn you already won the number one spot in my heart 😻

rutgermcgroarty IM SORRY???

pshoon2002 Jake I beg you put the phone down.

ahndaesee chat he’s getting bold 😭😭

stellahughes oh! Thanks Jake? 🫶🏻

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notriki MOTHER IS MOTHERING 😌

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lhughes_06 I still haven’t recovered from that god awful green drink

stellahughes it’s not for the week lukey

lhughes_06 calling me lukey and then basically saying I’m week, in the same sentence is crazyyy 👎🏻

ahndaesee my superstar 🫶🏻

stellaughes my pretty dahee 🫶🏻

ryan.leno_4 my body still hasn’t recovered since you took us to that pilates class

stellahughes we have to go again so your body can get used to it!

gabeperreault44 NO NO NO ❌

_willsmith2 please no.

umichhockey our Olympic silver medalist 🫶🏻

stellahughes I love you admin 🫶🏻

christophersturniolo so when are you teaching me??

stellahughes when are you coming to visit hmm?

nicolassturniolo *US you mean

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stellahughes I’m not going to go easy on you guys 😼

christophersturniolo LETS GOOOO

_connorbedard good luck Stella 🔥

stellahughes thank you con !! 🫶🏻

masonmctavish23 let’s go Stella !! 🔥

_quinnhughes lets go stink, so so proud of you! ❤️

stellahughes I love you quinny :(

trevorzegras STINK

jackhughes STINK STINK

colecaufield STINKKKKK

cam.york LITTLE STINK IS ALL GROWN UP

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stellahughes I hate you guys, please it’s not funny anymore 😭

lhughes_06 no no it’s still funny

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stellahughes thank you Willy! I miss you tons 🫶🏻

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jackhughes please never say you dominated my ass again you freak

jackhughes besides it’s Cole’s fault, he can’t hit a racket to save his life…or mine!

colecaufield yeah well you were shit at golf and you act like I would want to save your life anyway 🖕🏻

trevorzegras we really did a number on them @/stellahughes they are still arguing 🤣

stellahughes @/jackhughes @/colecaufield it’s okay, we will go easy on you in darts 💋

Lilybaileys I am channeling my inner tashi this summer

stellahughes ART PLS IM ON MY KNEES 😫 IM TRYING TO BE MRS DONALDSON BY THE END OF THE SUMMER 😫

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carmenbarlowe okay but Patrick tho…. 🤭

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_alexturcotte can’t believe you went without me.

stellahughes ITS NOT MY FAULT YOH MISSED UR FLIGHT

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jackhughes don’t be afraid to come downstairs, it’s on sight you brat.

_quinnhughes I’ll make sure to come next time!

stellahughes pls pls pls we missed you (mostly me because I missed actual good competition)

jackhughes I am actually going to fight you.

_quinnhughes she would win that as well 🤣

lhughes_06 thanks for the invite 🙄

stellahughes you were to busy sucking face with Ethan and Daisy to see that I texted you 10 times.

rutgermcgroarty Stella the skirts are driving me crazy 😵‍💫

stellahughes why do you think I wear them? 🤭

jackhughes I can’t stand you guys.

simjaeyunn what are you not good at 😻

pshoon2002 driving, playing hide and seek, swimming, writing in cursive…the list is quite long actually.

stellahughes WHY ARE YOU MY BIGGEST HATER 😭‼️

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simjaeyunn Stella is this guy bothering you 😾

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rutgermcgroarty ‼️ LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ‼️

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rutgermcgroarty I DONT LIKE TO SHARE

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lhughes_06 MARK?!?!

jackhughes TF DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY SISTER?!?!

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jackhughes what’s that’s supposed to mean ??

jackhughes for your information, I’m by far more prettier than you

stellahughes plss 😭 jack when did you get so funny??

trevorzegras are you saying me and Jack not pretty?

stellahughes 🤐

dylanduke25 I’m still recovering from that dinner 🤒

tyler__duke5 wdym I’m a great cook?

nick_moldenhauer great is a strong work bud

stellahughes you almost lit my kitchen AND Nick on fire 😰

tyler__duke5 ‘almost’ being the key word okay 👍🏻

Lilybaileys mark almost falling in the fire out was the best part of my night ☺️

markestapa just say you want me okay 😏

luca.fantilli miss you Stella :(

stellahughes I miss you more !! You and Adam get your asses here asap !!

adamfantilli yes ma’am 🫡

edwards.73 I’m still in shock from that criminal minds ep

LiamBarlowe I don’t think we will ever be the same 😖

stellahughes you guys are so dramatic omg 😭

trevorzegras Luke face planting into the water five seconds after you took that pic was the highlight of my day

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jackhughes the Hughes do summer the best!

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username everyone say thank you Stella for feeding us this summer!

username the iconic faceless pictures are back!

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stellahughes LEAVE TYLER ALONE YOU PUNK only I can bully him

colecaufield you always make the summers better stells! ❤️

stellahughes I love you coley ☹️ (let’s go get breakfast)

colecaufield I’m getting the keys rn

mackie.samo I’m still sick from all the s’mores stell

stellahughes please I haven’t left my bed 😭

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lhughes_06 someone please humble her

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markestapa MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN 🙇‍♂️

_alexturcotte the way I witnessed you pushing rut into the lake after he took that first picture of you 😟

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ahndaesee your ass looks great in that picture

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stellahughes look @/ahndaesee men trying to tell us woman, what to do 🙄

ahndaesee disgusting you two.

edwards.73 PRETTY I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING @/ahndaesee

_quinnhughes I’m never letting you drive the boat again.

stellahughes it was an accident, no one got hurt ☹️

trevorzegras i literally fell out of the boat Stella

stellahughes but it was funny! @/trevorzegras

_quinnhughes okay yeah ur right it was funny

trevorzegras wtf Quinn 😐

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username boat Stella is the best Stella

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stellahughes you make my summers (life) better rut 🩷

username AHH THE PICTURES OF HER AND RUT

username HIS COMMENT PLS IM GONNA SOB

username PLEASE THE WAY HES HOLDING HER 😭

username awe Daisy and Stella cuddled up on the couch watching criminal minds 😭

carmenbarlowe I will never be able to look at that hot tub the same Stella 😐

stellahughes MINNIE PLS WE APOLOGIZED ALREADY 🙏

rutgermcgroarty we weren’t even doing anything crazy 🙄

jackhughes WTF ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT, AM I GONNA HAVE TO BUY A NEW HOT TUB ??

stellahughes omfg we were just kissing

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ahndaesee replied to your story ‘rutger mcgroarty count your fucking days’

stellahughes he’s sleeping on the couch tn 🙄

rutgermcgroarty replied to your story ‘you’re mine 😾’

stellahughes I love when you are possessive. But know your place 🩷 (I love you, but I love my wife)

lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘let’s go rut! Taking one for the team 💪🏻’

stellahughes 🙄👎🏻

simjaeyunn replied to your story ‘how dare he…you should break up with him 😌’

stellahughes don’t be silly Jake, I’m just being dramatic 🫶🏻

dylanduke25 replied to your story ‘oh, the d isn’t for me?”

stellahughes DYLAN PLS 😭

Lilybaileys replied to your story ‘that’s our sacred tree that mf 😠’

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LiamBarlowe replied to your story ‘not him messing with the sacred tree’

stellahughes RIGHT ?! 😾 (miss you come back to Michigan pls)

markestapa replied to your story ‘oh he can mess with the tree but I can’t 🙄’

stellahughes don’t be jealous pookie 😽

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rutgermcgroarty @/ahndaesee she’s literally laying right next to me rn in my shirt btw.

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stellahughes RUT PLS ENOUGH 😭

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Lilybaileys about to get in my homewrecker era 😻

stellahughes we don’t live together

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markestapa MRS STEAL YOUR GURLL 😎

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stellahughes it’s deserved. now he knows how I feel 😾

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stellahughes it’s not stealing if she willingly came 😼

lhughes_06 why is reading that making me so uncomfortable.

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stellahughes I love you mom 😽🩷

ahndaesee thank you Ellen 😭🫶🏻

pshoon2002 without me 😓

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rutgermcgroarty wow I am so lucky to have STELLA as MY GIRLFRIEND 🥰

ahndaesee 🙄

rutgermcgroarty I’m seeking for a promotion in our relationship 😌

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stellahughes baby stop flirting with me in the comments and flirt with me in person pls

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username Stella please I am not your strongest soldier 😍

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rutgermcgroarty @/ahndaesee it’s on sight.

ahndaesee you heard the people 😇

lhughes_06 how do I dislike this post.

rutgermcgroarty ur asking the right questions.

mackie.samo LETS GO GIRLS ‼️

tyler__duke5 bring me some of those strawberries I’ll make us some pancakes

stellahughes if it’s in Daisy’s aprentment I’m down!

ahndaesee last time you cooked in my kitchen my apartment almost burned down @/tyler__duke5

tyler__duke5 okay but it was an accident ☹️

stellahughes yeah Daisy , it was an accident ☹️

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ahndaesee you want us sooo bad 🤭

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˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( ahndaesee/daisy is an oc created by my bestie @qoqurt and everyone should go check her out pls !! So a few people in the smau might be a little confusing . . . So pshoon2002/sunghoon is Stella and Daisy’s childhood friend and is also in the kpop group enhypen !!! simjaeyunn/ jake and notriki/niki are also part of the group , just wanted to clear any confusion !! )

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[cursedcatchild]

Ok, so I watched TOTTMNT and I am here to rant. Also, SPOILERS ahead!

So First of all, if I had to sum up my thoughts into a single sentence it would be: For the love of God, put those turtles back together, where they belong!!

I didn’t hate the show, but I didn’t come to like it either. And no, I did not have any prejudgment just because it was a new iteration. Honestly I was super hyped for this version, because the movie was a blast. Yea, I ended up being disappointed. But let me just elaborate on that:

First let’s take a look at our turtles from worst to best in my opinion.

Mikey:

Yepp, ladies and gentlemen so far I have never seen a single iteration where I didn’t come to like a Mikey. He’s always among my favs. But this version felt super shallow. He had just as much screen time in the series as his brothers and yet I still have no idea who this guy really is. His jokes were lame not really landing, I couldn’t really point out any particular goal or insecurity that anyone could relate to. Also, the guy is super oblivious. Like he took ten minutes to realize he walked into a robbery when he went for groceries. Heck he was having a casual conversation with the robbers. 

Leo: 

Another kinda shallow guy. Sure we seen a bit of insecurity, he literally quoted Rise Leo saying “ I’m nothing without them!” but it felt irreal. Because Rise Leo had a reason to think that, he wasn’t as much of a functional member of the team and he was always taken for jokes. But right from the beginning of TOTTMNT we see Tales Leo commanding his brothers, they listen to him  and even say it multiple times how planning is Leo’s thing. So at this point this Leo is just fucking blind. ( Also April slaps instant self confidence into the boy.) 

Raph:

Ok, this is also the first time, but I never really took a liking to a Raph before Tales Raph. Boy is filled with anger and sass, yet he’s not coming off as a total jerk like 2012 Raph. And of course he's not a super softie like Rise Raph ( I don’t hate Rise Raph for being a softie, he's my second favorite Raph) either. He had some fun pipe up and overall a personality I got. I think he’s the most perfect Raph I have ever seen. 

Donnie:

The best character of the iteration in my humble opinion. He was relatable, funny, honestly he was stealing Mikey’s job as the comic relief, but at the same time he’s the smart guy. The boy is ranting about not being the IT guy and then goes reprogramming an evil robot. Oh and he saved so many lifes, because he stopped a fucking train crash. He’s epic, I swear.

(My fave screenshot ever 🤣🤣)

Now story wise:

🔥What the fuck was this dumpster fire?! 🔥Who thought splitting up the turtles would be fine?! 😑Especially in a 12 episode season? Look, I don't mind solo or duo time. There were plenty of good ones, for example Rise. I adored the Mikey vs Leo cook off episode or the Gumbus one, but for the sake of my sanity Rise had twice as many episodes and the turtles were not split up for the majority of the story.

Like I'm not joking when I say they were together in 4 episodes intotal.😨😨

Now I heard rumors left and right that the fact that they need to make a show was thrown at the team at the last minute ( IDK how true is that) , but goodness gracious even if I was presented with the task with a “ Due tomorrow label” I could still write a better story. Especially with the goldmine what the writers decided to ignore.

Yes, something that would've made TOTTMNT be really unique….. School people! We were promised that we will explore the turtles from the teenage side. Ummm….Hate to break it to ya all but I think there is no better way to do that than putting them into school.

It would’ve been fire to see them trying to fit in, balancing all the cool hero stuff with school life, maybe wrecking the school, seeing how other teenangers adjust to the fact that now giant talking turtles are their classmates. It wouldn’t be some crazy mind blowing plot, but I swear it would've been amazing.

Now don’t misunderstand me. Despite the story feeling like being all over the place it wasn’t that super bad, but I’m pissed that it could've been better with ease.

Also another thing that bugged me, is the feeling of something missing. IDK if anyone else who watched it felt like this, but I legit felt like if we just grabbed the for example farm arc from 2012 TMNT and aired it as season 1. The fact that the turtles were split and they kept mentioning that they have always been fighting together made me feel like I should’ve seen them do that.

Anyways, If I did not take your will to watch it away, go and check it out. It's not horrible but not great either. I’m disappointed and I'm gonna need Rise back, thank you very much!

[gyll-yee-haw]

I'm yours

Jake Gyllenhaal smut/fluff

This one is a bit different <33

Not requested, straight up self indulgent 🤭

Prompt: you and Jake are ridiculously in love, but decide to take things slowly. One day, you realize you're ready to make love to him for the first time.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, like the best relationship ever, you're obsessed with each other, implied trauma with bad previous relationships, unprotected sex.

Like 1k words.

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It was a big step letting someone walk into your life again.

Letting him hold your hand in front of your family and friends.

Letting him know about all your dreams and insecurities.

Letting him make you laugh and not care if you sound weird.

Letting him tell you he loved you and letting yourself say it back.

Your relationship was full of big steps.

But he always made sure they were taken at the right moment.

No rush.

Maybe day after day, as the trust grew between the two of you, his touch started getting more intimate.

Maybe you became comfortable with him grabbing your butt or your breasts during a make out session, or while you cuddled on the sofa, watching a movie.

Maybe you didn't mind changing in front of him and he complimented your body all the time.

And it's unusual to imagine this, but none of those actions, not the touch or the praises, none of them were sexual.

It was all about love and trust. All about feeling so comfortable around each other that your body represented so much more than pleasure for him…

But as your love grew, so did your desire.

Sometimes it was a poetic desire, like: I want to know all of you, feel your body so close to mine, I want us to become one.

Sometimes it wasn't so poetic, but still a very valid desire, like: I want you to fuck me senseless until I forget my own name.

Romance isn't about what you do, but how you feel while you're doing it, right? Maybe rough sex means "I love you" as much and the slow and passionate one. It's all about giving each other what you need at the moment.

And Jake wanted to know what you needed at that moment...

When he was laying on top of you, breathing heavily after a mind-blowing make out session.

His golden chain wrapped around your finger as you looked him in the eyes and said: "I'm ready."

His face was a mix of worry and excitement.

God, he couldn't wait to take the next big step in this relationship. To be able to love you more explicitly. To be able to give you more. To discover new things about you and, why not, about himself? He craved you more than he ever craved anyone else. Still, he didn't need to have you on the first opportunity he had. He needed to have you when all the circumstances would work together to make that moment unforgettable.

But the universe wouldn't tell him when that would be possible. Only you would. And he asked you a bunch of times if you were sure. Assured you that he could stop at any moment. That he would be gentle. That he was honored to be able to give you all his love.

And you assured him that you were ready to receive it. And to give him all of yours.

He undressed you and you saw a new kind of look in his eyes.

When he called you beautiful now, he couldn't hide the lust in his voice.

When he kissed all over your naked skin, his love felt like fire and your smiles became moans.

He undressed himself and he saw a new kind of look in your eyes.

When his hard cock brushed your folds, making you buck your hips eagerly.

When he finally entered you and you moaned in pain.

"Are you okay, baby?" He kissed your neck and stroked your hair, not moving a muscle until you were ready.

"Yes, love." You replied, bitting your lip. "You fill me up so right. Feels like you were made for me."

"Fuck." He whispered, feeling the urge to fuck you because of the praise, and the urge to give you the world because of how sweet you sounded. "Yes, I was made for you, honey."

It was a very romantic connection, but your bodies craved more than that.

So he started thrusting slowly.

His fingers intertwined with yours, his soft voice telling you: "God, you feel so good…"

Smiles and moans and the sound of his skin against yours.

And love. So much love.

Love and lust. All too much. At some point, he just lost control. And you were thankful for that.

His thrusts became fast, deep and hard.

He wanted to be inside you forever, and he knew that the slower he took things, the longer it would last… but it was all so overwhelming. He wanted you to cum, he wanted to give you his cum, and he wanted to start over. As many times as possible. His self control was based on previous experiences, and with you it was a whole now level, nothing could prepare him for that.

Nothing could prepare him for the way you screamed his name and digged your nails on his back.

Or how your eyes rolled back and you announced desperately that you were coming at that exact moment.

Nothing could prepare him for the way your walls clenched around his cock and how hard that made him cum.

But more than anything, nothing could prepare him for the moment he would have to remove himself from you. So he simply didn't.

He held you close and kissed you like he would die without your lips. At that moment, nothing could convince him he wouldn't.

He felt like his lips had only two jobs in this world: taste your skin and praise you:

"You were so wonderful, princess. I love you so much."

"I'm not letting you go, I wanna stay like this forever…"

Didn't take long for you to feel him getting hard inside you again, and even though your sensitive and exhausted body asked you to rest a little more, your brain knew nothing but wanting him.

"Don't let me go, then." You told him. "I'm yours."

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

cupcake bet

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

word count: 8239

warnings: angst (kinda), fluff, smut, established relationship, big dick daddy dom joon, oral sex (blow jobs), face-fucking, explicit language, edgeplay, deep throating, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, rough sex, spanking, doggy style, manhandling, degradation

AO3

A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

You and Namjoon had been dating for a couple of months and have done pretty much all of the typical relationship things.

Unfortunately, the relationship seemed to have become lifeless as of recently.

Due to no fault of either but because university life was kicking both of your asses and it was making it hard for the both of you to concentrate on anything other than studying, not being helped by the fact that you lived in a dorm room with a roommate, Yuna, while he lived off-campus with his friends, the majority of your conversations were reserved for simple texts as of recent.

Not wanting your relationship to turn into a shell of its former self, one night, while you were taking a much-needed break, you texted your boyfriend about how much you missed him and that you wanted to spend the next day with him without university looming over your shoulders.

Namjoon had taken so long to reply that you grew guilty over the fact that you were intruding on his busy life, but to your surprise, he agreed.

You planned on meeting after both of classes were over in your dorm room, which was perfect for you since you only have two two-hour classes in the early morning while your boyfriend had until three pm, which gave you more than enough time to take a nap and get ready before he showed up.

At least, that was your plan anyway.

Who knew that long barely sleepless nights, a decent and not rushed lunch, and not having anything to do would make you crash in your bed and sleep for almost four hours.

It would've been longer if it wasn't for Namjoon waking you up, by bumping his leg against your desk and letting many of your things fall on the floor.

You simply stared at him, deadpanned while he had an awkward smile, after all, you had gotten so used to Namjoon's clumsiness that you were only shocked when it didn't happen.

"Hey baby," he said, pressing a peck on your lips. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," you said with a yawn and rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes. "Wait! How long was I out? Oh my god is it too late to go? You didn't have anything planned did you? Oh my god, I'm so sorry that I -"

"Baby, baby, baby, relax, it's fine," he said, taking your hand in his right hand and running his fingers through your hair with his left, calming you down.

Maybe the past couple of days really did a number on you.

"It's almost four, there's more than enough time for a date," he pulled away from you and leaned against your desk. "And no, I didn't plan anything. I didn't have anything specific in mind so I thought we would choose together."

You nodded as you sat in your bed. "Alright, any suggestions?"

"I don't know," Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. "We could have a movie marathon, or go on a hike, or just take a walk on the beach."

"My brain's still catching up, no hiking," you said with a pout and running your fingers down his arm.

Namjoon stared into your eyes as his tongue passed over his lower lip, his eyes darkening with intent. "Do you know what time Yuna's supposed to be back?"

You knew that look like the back of your hand, you had been on the receiving end of it plenty of times, and it had been a long time since the two of you have been together like that.

"No, I don't know," you pretended to be clueless while playing with the hem of your shirt. "But I think she'll be gone for a while," you gave him a once-over before settling on his dragon eyes. "Why? Do you have something in mind?"

His hand brushed your knee before slowly and temptingly moving up your thigh, stopping at your clothed center before running down your thigh, something he kept doing again and again. You didn't stop him, his touch was sending a shiver down your spine, like electricity was filling your body.

"Nothing in particular. It's just that -"

"It's been a while," you interrupted breathlessly.

Namjoon gave you his fan-favorite dimple smile before being replaced by his smirk. "I can't get it out of my head, and there's only so much my hand can do before I start missing your wet cunt, wrapped nice and tight around my cock," you let out a whimper at his words.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Namjoon leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, your heart beating rapidly.

"Hey Y/N! You awake yet?" Yuna walked through the door, causing you and your boyfriend to separate in a flash and your roommate to look like a deer in the headlights at what she had stumbled upon. "Did I interrupt something? Cause I can leave and come back later."

"N-no it's - it's fine," you said playing with the hem of your shirt again, refusing to look at Yuna until the feeling of embarrassment passed, out of the corner of your eye you saw that your boyfriend's shoes were taking his sole attention.

"Right," she dragged the word as she settled her bag on her bed. "Well, whatever it was, I'll be out of your hair in an instant," she moved towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Just came to change my clothes."

Despite being left alone once again, you and Namjoon didn't talk, preferring to wait until Yuna left the room before continuing your conversation.

You looked around the room as you waited, your eyes falling on a box on top of Yuna's bed, a box you easily recognized due to how many times your roommate tended to buy from there. "Can I take one of the cupcakes?"

"Sure, there's coffee too" she yelled through the other side of the door.

You were up before she finished, silently asking your boyfriend if he wanted one, which he declined with a smile on his lips, choosing instead to do whatever on his phone. "Sugar has always been your weak spot,"

You stick out your tongue at him before turning back to the cupcake box, opening it, and taking one with buttercream frosting sprayed with multicolored sprinkles, pulling out a flyer for the shop in the process so you'd have to look at while eating, then you grabbed one of the coffee cups and returned to your bed.

In true you fashion, you eat all the frosting first before starting with the cake, taking gulps of coffee in between.

"I can't believe you finished all the frosting," Namjoon said teasingly.

"It's the best part," you pretended to be offended. "And the cake is really good! I eat one and then I eat the other."

"You're supposed to eat a bit of the frosting and a bit of the cake with each bite,"

"Who are you, the cupcake police?" you throw the coffee cup into the bin next to your desk before staring at your boyfriend with mock defiance.

"Ha-ha-ha, very funny," he said rolling his eyes. "But no, it's just better that way. It's a question of balance," he went on smartly. "The cake can be too dry and the frosting alone is too sweet."

"Too sweet? This coming from the man who said that when the world ends we need cotton candy makers?" you had to fight the urge to keep the shit-eating grin off your face at his flushed reaction. "My way works for people with small mouths, you know? Not everyone is privileged enough to be born with everything big like you."

You saw Namjoon's eyes darken for a quick second before Yuna walked out of the bathroom. "Please don't talk about things like that while I'm still around,"

You decided to focus on finishing eating the cupcake, refusing to look at your roommate, while your boyfriend tried not to laugh, taking the flyer from your hand and giving it a look.

The room fell into silence for five minutes until Yuna left the room.

"Apparently the Cafe is hosting a workshop on how to learn to make cupcakes in about an hour,"

"Perfect! We're going to be able to put your great cupcake science to good use!" you cleaned the crumbs off your lap, stood up from your bed, and walked towards your closet, wanting to change your clothes. "You'll be able to tell them that their cupcakes are too dry."

Namjoon snorted. "I didn't say they were too dry," he crossed his arms over his chest. "I said that without the frosting…" you looked at him with a frown and a pout, resulting in your boyfriend raising his arms in surrender, dropping the subject with a smile on his lips. "Is that what you want do to as a date?"

"Yeah, I think it'd be fun and new," you said with a shrug and stepped close to him. "Unless you have any other ideas?"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and giving the top of your head a peck. "I think it'd be fun. Also, I'm in a mood for cupcakes,"

You couldn't resist teasing him. "You sure? Jin said you're not allowed in a kitchen without any adult supervision,"

In response Namjoon simply gave a smack on your ass, causing you to jump slightly and let out a gasp. "Go change, I'll call and make sure there are still spots left."

You walked to your closet, pulled out a dress, and went to the bathroom.

Your dress wasn't flashy or anything, you actually considered it to be quite simple. However, it hug your physique amazingly well, with special attention on your assets, sleeveless, showing a little bit of cleavage, and finishing just a little bit below your bottom.

It was most definitely not a dress for simply going to a cupcake workshop, but you wanted to tease your boyfriend, just a little bit, a taste of what he could get if he wanted to continue what Yuna interrupted.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you stepped out of the bathroom.

Your dress had the reaction you were looking for, with Namjoon's eyes going wide as he looked at you up and down.

Feeling smug, you gave a little twirl, allowing him to observe you from every angle, especially giving him a really good look at your backside, while trying to fight off the smirk on your lips. "How do I look?"

"That's…," he cleared his throat. "It looks good on you. Excellent choice." his voice was a bit strained.

Adorable, you thought to yourself as you walked passed him and towards the door, opening it for him. "Coming?"

Without any words, Namjoon walked past you and you were quick to follow, closing the door behind you. As the both of you walked in silence, you slid your arm through your boyfriend's. He didn't say anything, he simply smiled.

Luckily for you, the walking distance between the campus and the cafe wasn't long, so it didn't take you more than thirty minutes to arrive.

Once inside, the first thing you noticed was that there weren't many people around, and you couldn't tell if they were there for the workshop and just making time until the hour hit, or if they were just regular paying customers.

"Hi! My name is Woojin!" your attention was pulled to the guy who showed up in front of you, without you even noticing. He seemed to be about your age, and from his get-up, clearly an employee. "Did you call to book the cupcake workshop?"

"Yeah! We found the flyer and thought it would be fun," you gave him your friendliest smile, while Namjoon kept quiet, from the corner of your eye you saw him eyeing Woojin up and down. "Your cupcakes are really delicious, so we're taking this as an opportunity to learn."

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you to say," you saw the employee's cheeks flushing at the compliment. And if your boyfriend standing up straighter was anything to go by, he noticed it too. But Woojin was quick to recompense himself. "Well, I hope that at the end of the workshop, you'll be able to make ones that are almost as good. Of course, we'll still going to keep a few manufacturing secrets," he said, winking at you. "We need to keep selling after all."

"Of course," you said with a small giggle. "In that case, I'd be very surprised if we made them so well on the first try."

"Still, cupcakes shouldn't be that hard to make, right?" Namjoon finally decided to say something, clearly not happy with the obvious flirting coming from the employee.

"Even if my friend thinks he's very good with his hands," you said very smugly, but from the moment of silence that followed afterward, you knew both men had caught the double meaning of your words.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat. "It's… a joke between us. Ignore her," you smirked at him but Namjoon simply rolled his eyes.

Before you could say anything else, a woman, who seemed to be either in her late thirties or early forties, came out of the back room. She had dyed blonde hair and, a shirt and skirt clinging to her figure so tightly that you wondered how she managed to get in them. Hell, she was showing so much cleavage that you, making you wonder why she even bothered wearing a shirt in the first place.

"Ah! Someone finally came. Fantastic!" she emphasized the last word as her gaze ran over your boyfriend. You couldn't help the frown showing on your face. "My name is Saebom and I'm the owner of this establishment," she didn't take her off of Namjoon as she spoke in a sweet sultry voice."And you are?"

"I'm Namjoon, and I came with Y/N,"

The owner flashed him a greedy smile, never taking her eyes off him. "Come with me! We're going to set up in the kitchen," she went back inside through the door she had come out, with Woojin right behind her.

"Someone has a crush on you," you whispered in a sing-song way.

"Was about to say the same," he said in a very disinteresting way.

"He was just being nice," you said, swinging your head from side to side with every word. "It was just some harmless flirting between employee and customer, nothing more," you shrugged. "You know, like the one Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook do every time they wanna get free drinks."

"Did you forget that they tend to take the bartender home? Or the bathroom,"

"My point is, is that it meant nothing," he simply let out a ' hmph ' at your words. "Someone's jealous."

Namjoon snorted. "Oh please, you think I didn't see the way you were looking at her," you pouted. "The stank eye you were giving said more than words ever could."

"I just felt it was rude of her to ignore the other people in the room," you said matter-of-factly.

He didn't buy it but decided to drop the subject. "Tell me, I'm thinking of spicing things up a bit," The glint in his eyes told you something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

But it did intrigue you. "I'm listening,"

"How about a small bet? On which one of us can make the most beautiful cupcake?"

You raised a brow at him. "And the stakes?"

"The same as usual, the winner dares the other to do something," with the smile he was giving you, you didn't lack any imagination on what kind of dares he was thinking of.

Bets were a usual occurrence in the BTS household, one you were easily pulled into when you and Namjoon first started dating. Surprisingly enough, this was the first time a bet between the two of you had ever gone in this direction.

And you were loving it.

You slid your index finger down his chest while biting your bottom lip. "I almost wanna let you win, just to see what you're thinking of,"

His smile widened even more, giving you a good look of his dimples. "We can cancel if you want -"

"I said almost," you interrupted. "I have every intention to win."

"At least I tried," he pulled you closer, giving you a peck on the head before letting go and walking through the kitchen door. "Come on, they're waiting for us."

You followed behind and entered the kitchen, finding Woojin and Saebom standing side by side behind a metal counter.

"While I get everything ready, please get settled. Namjoon, stand there, right across from me," she guided him behind her table, feeling up his arm the entire time. On his part, Namjoon seemed slightly taken aback by the sudden contact.

You tried not to laugh, but your shaking shoulders betrayed you. Since Saebom hadn't said anything to you, you settled across from Woojin.

"Just a moment, we're going to take out all the necessary ingredients and utensils," she walked away, followed by her employee.

"I'm scared," your boyfriend whispered as he leaned closer to you.

"Really? Why?" you on the other hand spoke at a natural volume.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" he looked at you in pure amusement. "I'm afraid she'll think I'm her snack-time cupcake."

"Hahaha," you covered your mouth with your hand. "I thought you liked female attention."

"I have my limits," he said exasperated, which made you snort. But Namjoon quickly composed himself and gave you a smirk. "Just promise me you won't have a fit of jealousy, okay?"

"You think too highly of yourself," you played with your nails, pretending his words didn't have some sort of effect on you.

Unfortunately for you, Namjoon could see right through you, so he simply gave you a peck on the cheek. "You have nothing to worry about, your attention is all I want,"

Before you had a chance to reply your teachers of the hour returned, their arms full of all sorts of kitchen utensils and ingredients. Eggs, milk, butter, baking powder, sacks of flour and sugar, and other ingredients were laid out in front of you.

"First, we'll start with the aprons," she handed each of you an apron, which you both put on. "Do you need help Namjoon? Wait, don't move," Saebom walked around the counter to tie your boyfriend's apron, taking her sweet time doing it too. Namjoon gave you a helpless look but you simply shrugged.

In any other circumstances, you'd be jealous, obnoxiously so, but right now you found this entire situation nothing short of amusing.

And suddenly a lightbulb lit up inside your mind.

His little comment about jealousy had really gotten to you. Namjoon, well the BTS boys in general, were always surrounded by girls who always had a sliver of hope that might have a shot with them. And it got on your nerves quite a lot of times that he would simply let them.

But when the shoe was on the other foot, and there were a couple of guys trying to get your attention, he was always as cool as a cucumber. Not even when the other guys flirted with you right in front of him.

You never really had an opportunity to see him jealous.

So you decided that maybe now was the time.

As if it were a sign, you caught Woojin looking at you at that very moment, of which he immediately looked away and coughed, his cheeks turning rosy. Maybe Namjoon had been right when he said you had caught the employee's eye. Expect he, at least, seemed to have more decency than his boss. You almost felt sorry that you were pulling an innocent person into this little game.

"Woojin, can you help me with mine too please?" you caught Namjoon looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, not shocked at your words but clearly surprised, at least if his raised brow was anything to go by. The young employee nodded, avoiding your gaze and blushing slightly. He walked around the counter to help you, his hands working quickly around your hips to tie the apron, clearly not taking him as long as Saebom was taking.

You finally decided to meet your boyfriend's gaze. His attention was solely on you, and given his slightly furrowed eyebrows, clearly not happy about it. "Seriously? Do you really want to play that game?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you shrugged, fighting the shit-eating grin that was desperately trying to form on your lips.

He, however, did not with the one on his lips. "Alright, let's play," his tone of voice sounded so smug. "I hope you know what you're doing."

"Right back at you,"

You saw the incomprehensible expressions appear on Woojin's and Saebom's faces, no doubt wondering what that little exchange had been about. But the owner quickly composed herself.

"Perfect! It suits you really well," she said giving his arm another squeeze before moving about back to the other side of the counter. "Now, you'll see that it's not very complicated to make cupcakes."

"The main thing is to put a lot of love into it," you held back from rolling your eyes. "You'll start by taking a bowl and mixing the sugar with the softened butter," following the instructions, you didn't find it too complicated so far. Namjoon also seemed to be doing okay so far. "Then add the eggs, and then the flour, baking powder, and salt. And then we mix well! Above all, we don't want any lumps."

Now this was the part you knew full well your boyfriend would have the most difficulty. He was a very strong man but also very accident-prone, especially in the kitchen.

"Oh! Careful Namjoon, I still see some lumps," to say you were surprised would be an understatement.

Namjoon looked at you helplessly before something sparked in his eyes, probably remembering the bet if you had to take a guess, of which he started mixing the ingredients again, purposely poorly you may add, for a couple of seconds before giving up with a sigh. "I feel like there are still some left, would you kindly help me?"

"Of course! Wait, let me see," Namjoon looked at you with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Saebom got behind him and placed her hand on his. "Here! See, you just have to get the movement right. It takes a bit of energy, but as muscular as you are, that shouldn't be a problem."

You knew he was doing it on purpose, but you still had to stifle a chuckle. She was distracting him more than she was helping.

You started this game, he had no reason to play fair, especially with a dare on the line. And you knew how to play too.

"Woojin, I could really use a hand too. If you don't mind," you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and spoke softly.

"Sure," there was that blush again. "Want me to show you how it's done?"

"Yes, please, I still have a lot of lumps," you tried in the most outrageously languorous voice possible. "And you look like you're good with your hands." you glanced at your boyfriend and saw him clench his jaw.

"I - I'm… Anyway, I guess I am, as far as baking goes," Woojin came next to you and showed you how to mix the batter. He clearly remembered the earlier comment if the flush on his cheeks was anything to go by.

And that was the way you wanted it. "Oh wow, you have a great technique. It's very impressive!"

He gave a small chuckle. "It comes with experience. Try it, you'll see you'll get the hang of it pretty fast,"

"Yes, I'm sure you have a lot of experience," you had the subtlety of a brick to the face, but seeing the look Namjoon was giving you was all that mattered.

Woojin, on the other hand, was having as much trouble as your boyfriend trying to stay focused. Poor guy, he looked like he didn't even know where to stand anyone.

"There, let yourself go Namjoon. You have to put your heart into it," damn, you had completely forgotten about her. "That's it, a little bit harder," Woojin looked at you a little embarrassed, and you thought you weren't being subtle.

"Hmm, there, I think it's - It should be good now," she let go of him and took a second to regain her composure. "There, it's perfect! Now all you have to do is add the milk and vanilla, and then divide the mixture into the molds."

You both did that in just a minute. Afterward, both Saebom and Woojin put the molds in the oven.

"Now we wait for about twenty minutes," she crossed her arms over her chest. "Then, you'll have to do the most technical part, frosting and decorations. In the meantime, I'll take care of the cafe," she looked at her employee. "Woojin, before taking your break, please seat our guests for a tasting while the cupcakes are baking."

The young man nodded, taking you out of the kitchen and seating you at a table in the middle of the place. Giving each a cookie and a hot chocolate, on the house, before walking back into the kitchen.

However, before he left, he gave you an indefinable look. Of which you gave a small wave with a little wink. Then with a quick glance at Namjoon, Woojin disappeared through the door.

Saebom, on her part, pretended to follow her employee before stopping to turn at your boyfriend. She put her hand on his arm, smiling wholeheartedly. "I'll be right back. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me."

Namjoon smiled back, placing his hand over hers, his gaze seductive. "Thank you very much, I'll do that," you simply rolled your eyes at the words.

When the door closed behind her, your boyfriend turned to you. "That Woojin seems to have really caught your eye,"

"He's pretty nice," you played dumb, glad to see your plan was working.

Namjoon was doing his best to hide it, but you could tell he didn't like it one bit. "Yeah, you're being very nice to him too,"

"Oh, I'm sorry, does that bother you? That maybe you're having a hard time fully concentrating on your cupcake?" you gave him your best cheshire grin. "I think that's called jealousy."

He snorted. "It's a good thing that Saebom is there to comfort me,"

You snorted, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. "I'm under the impression that it's Saebom that's doing all the work,"

"What I can say," he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "She loves a man with little experience."

"If only she knew the truth about you," you said giggling.  You were liking this game of yours a little bit too much, and why shouldn't you? It seemed like you were the clear winner. And you intended to take full advantage of it.

"Well, I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it a lot," you took another sip. "I can almost see your hair stand whenever she gets close to you," you started playing with your cookie, he wasn't looking at you but you knew he was listening. "Luckily for me, Woojin is pretty cute."

Namjoon clenched his jaw and gave a deep sigh. "If you think you're going to win like that," he looked at you, his eyes were dark and dangerous. "You're seriously mistaken."

You wouldn't deny that the way he was looking at you was making you hot and bothered, making you straighten your back while rubbing your thighs together. Namjoon seemed to have noticed, giving the smirk he was throwing your way.

He turned back to his phone. "It's a losing strategy, it takes too much effort to make puppy dog eyes at him," he said matter-of-factly. "You're going to mess up your cupcake while it has no effect on me," he looked at you again, pinning you to the spot, his voice getting deeper. "Because I know you're doing it on purpose."

You shrugged and tried to emulate the look he was giving you. "We'll see,"

His ringtone suddenly rang out. Whoever was calling him, he didn't look too happy about it given his frown. "Sorry, I have to take this. It'll only be five minutes," he left to take the call outside.

In your case it was still break time, so you stayed alone at the table, finishing the rest of your snack. You were sure Namjoon was jealous, after all, he made the comment about Woojin as soon as you sat down. That's proof that your strategy was working. He says it makes you distracted, but you're pretty sure he is more distracted than you.

And you don't intend to stop now.

Now that you thought about it, you needed to think about the kind of dares you wanted to give to him. Should you go for something nice and romantic? Or something a little bit stupid and embarrassing?

Hmmm… You'll think about it later, right now you needed to win first. And to do that you needed to think about how you were going to decorate the cupcake. So with whatever time you had left, you spent it brainstorming topping decorations.

As soon as Namjoon returned from his call, the owner came out, saying it was time to go back to the kitchen.

Saebom was touching Namjoon's elbow as she talked to him, while Woojin took the cupcakes out of the oven and placed them on the counter. Neither of the cupcakes looked particularly better than the other.

However, you still found funny that, even with the owner doing almost everything for him, she clearly wasn't focused on the task. At least you had the excuse of having a student instead of the teacher.

And although yours certainly wasn't the best, you still took the opportunity to brush Woojin's hand while smiling at him. "They're very beautiful, thanks for your help,"

Of course, Namjoon noticed but acted as if nothing had happened.

Perfect!

You still had the advantage, and you knew it would drive me crazy.

You tackled decorating for what felt like an hour.

Saebom spent the entire time touching Namjoon, taking every opportunity to touch him, take his hand, feel his arm. And of course, laugh out loud at his attempts at humor.

But you counterattacked by flirting shamelessly with Woojin, following Saebom's example of seizing every opportunity to get close to him. Laughing out loud at his slight clumsiness, twirling your hair around your finger, coos and compliments whispered in a languorous voice, making sure to ask for his help at each step.

And right now, hopefully for the finishing blow, swooning over his talent with the piping bag. "Woojin, that frosting looks really delicious," you took some on the tip of your finger and licked it slowly, with greed, method, and application.

It was fairly obvious what you were mimicking, which would explain the way Namjoon's eyes had widened at your audacity. And you probably affected poor Woojin as well, who had let out a shaky breath while not daring to look at you. He seemed more captivated than ever on the frosting preparations.

Even though you had done everything during this session to keep your boyfriend's attention on you, you never thought you'd have the boldness to go so far.

And a big part of you felt a little ashamed of yourself. Not only because you'd made a big deal out of it, but also because you had dragged a sweet and honest guy who was just trying to help into your shenanigans.

You could feel the poor man struggling to keep his professional front, frequently glancing awkwardly at Namjoon, who for his part, just kept clenching his jaw silently.

The small victory of having the intended effect on Namjoon felt incredibly weird, even if you had to admit to yourself that you were having a lot of fun putting up the act.

When the cupcakes were finished, Saebom clapped her hands. "Wonderful! I congratulate the both of you, they're lovely!" she turned her back to you. "I'll wrap them up from you and you can take them home."

You paid for the workshop while she packed your cupcakes in two small boxes, putting each in a paper bag.

Final call, yours was definitely the worse of two evils. The rest of the boys will never let you hear the end of it once they find out that Namjoon bestest you at making food. Especially Jin.

Afterward, she walked you out, a big smile on her face. "Don't hesitate to come back, the door is always open! Have a good evening,"

As she went back inside the cafe, you and your boyfriend turned towards each other. And Namjoon was definitely not happy.

On the outside, he was the picture perfect of calm, but those dragon eyes of his told a completely different story. There was something angry in those eyes, the likes of which you don't remember ever seeing before.

It scared you a little bit, if you were to be completely honest, it was too unknown for you. "Hehehe, at least I managed to distract you just a little bit, right?" you said awkwardly, trying to liven up the mood.

Unfortunately, it didn't work since Namjoon couldn't even be bothered to give you a pity smile.

You hoped that the evening air on the walk back to your dorm would help calm him down, even if just a little bit.

"Hum, E - excuse me, hum… Y/N,"

Shit!

Before you had the chance to walk away, Woojin came out of the cafe. And if Namjoon's looks could kill, the poor guy would be dead on the spot.

"When you first arrived I thought the two of you were a couple, but maybe I was wrong," he scratched the back of his head, clearly nervous. "I'm not very good at these things," he had a flush on his cheeks. "But I think… I… Anyway, here's my number."

You could feel Namjoon tense up as Woojin gave you the business card of the cafe with his number scribbled on it. And if you were hoping that your boyfriend would calm down before, that hope had gone straight to the trash.

"Um, thanks," you accepted the card, not knowing what else to do that would turn this weird situation any better.

"I hope it's not inappropriate," he gave a very awkward chuckle. "I'm really sorry if it is," he was looking at his feet now, the poor guy. "Of course, you can always throw it away. G - Goodbye."

He had spoken and disappeared into the cafe so fast that your brain needed to take a couple of seconds to catch up, while Namjoon was staring at the door with murder in his eyes. If you had felt weird about the situation before, now it was like you were drowning in an ocean of guilt.

You definitely had taken it too far.

"Wanna eat them at my place?" Namjoon finally spoke in a detached tone. "That way we can end this and see who will give the dare."

You felt your heart sink. This afternoon, this dumb game between you had been one big mistake from your part. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, following him in complete silence. Namjoon was walking beside you, brow slightly furrowed.

You wished you knew what he was thinking. "Are you thinking about your dare?" you spoke quietly and softly, wanting to break the quiet atmosphere. His eyes looked deeply into yours and he bit his lip but didn't give any answer.

And you didn't bother trying to break the silence again.

The sun had already disappeared by the time you arrived at the front of his building. He opened the door for you, letting you inside before taking the lead when going up the stairs, with you following behind. With each step, your heart was beating hard and fast against your chest, so much so that the sound completely muffled any other noises in your ears.

Still, without a word, he opened the door to the apartment and let you in. It was surprisingly empty given that seven people lived there. As you entered the apartment, you set the paper bags on the table in the middle of the living room. You heard the door close behind you, and a second later, the sound of the lock turning.

You turned around, finding Namjoon leaning against the door staring at you, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. There was something animal-like in his eyes, it was both scaring you and turning you on.

"Did you have fun?" his voice was an octave lower. "Did you like that? Making me jealous?" He took a step towards you, making you take a step back. "Did you think that seeing you act like a slut would drive me crazy?"

Every time he took two steps closer, you took one back, trying to create some sort of distance.

"I just - I wanted - You never really acted jealous, I just wanted to…" You only stopped once your legs hit the foot of his bed, causing you to fall backward and let out a gasp in surprise. When did you enter his room?

He closed the door behind him, a bit more forcefully than probably intended, and continued to stalk towards you. You were pretty sure he could see the wet patch in your panties if the smirk on his lips was anything to go by, the tent on his pants being clearly visible.

"I hope you're ready to take full responsibility for your actions," he was a few feet away from you, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zip down.

You bit your bottom lip, wanting to play dumb for a little bit. "Hmm, what am I responsible for?"

He came closer, set his hands on your thighs, his face was inches away from yours and his gaze was burning with desire.

In a flash, he took hold of your legs and pulled you towards him, causing you to lay down and your dress rise, fully exposing your underwear, wrapping them around his hips, and making your crotches rub against each other.

You moan softly at the feeling, closing your eyes at a sensation you haven't felt in a long time.

Unfortunately, Namjoon didn't let you enjoy it for too long before pulling away from you.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you stared at him with a pout and a frown, but he didn't seem to care and simply took his shirt off, immediately turning your frown upside down as you indulged yourself in the image of the honey gold chiseled chest and hard muscled arms.

One of his large hands settled on your face, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at his dark dragon eyes as his thumb rubbed your bottom lip. With his other hand, he took hold of your right hand and placed it on his clothed crotch, making you fondle his needy cock. He leaned closer to your ear and whispered in a deep languorous voice. "For making daddy this hard for you,"

He pulled away from you again, and this time you followed behind, trying to get a grasp of the touch back. Almost as if hypnotized, you didn't notice until you fell off the bed and landed on your hands and knees on the floor, right in front of him.

You looked up at him, seeing him already looking at you with a raised brow, waiting for your next move.

You were like a worshiper looking up at its God, waiting for its blessing. And God, you were nothing if not a dutiful follower for him.

"Yes, daddy" you said breathlessly. "I'm ready to take full responsibility."

Smugly pleased, Namjoon beckoned you forward with a come hither gesture and you obeyed, crawling to him all the while keeping your eyes glued to his. You stopped once you were close enough, waiting for your next instruction.

"On your knees babygirl," you lifted your top half and made quick work of pulling his pants and underwear all the way down, when his cock sprung up your tongue passed over your lips while keeping your eyes on him.

His hand graced your hair for a few seconds before settling behind your head. "Open," you did as told as he brought your head closer to his length, painting your lips with his leaky tip before shoving his cock inside until your nose was rubbing against his pelvis.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion but kept your hands to yourself, your nails digging into the palm of your hands to help endure the early discomfort you tended to have due to his size every time you took him.

Namjoon thrusted into your mouth as he guided your head to meet his movements. His pace gaining speed with each thrust. All the while, he kept his eyes on you.

"My good girl, letting daddy fuck her throat raw," he grunted in pleasure, the messy picture of your eyes starting to tear up, your hollow cheeks with spit running down its corners, was getting him even harder.

But he wasn't as lost in the feeling of your mouth, he still hadn't forgotten about your little game, and the thought of it was enraging all over again. "Bet you wish it was someone else's cock down your throat." A whimper escaped you as you were pulled out of the moment, confused by his words.

"Bet you wish it was Woojin who was here," his thrusts gained a ferocious strength and speed. "Bet you wish it was his tiny dick in your mouth," you shook your head to the best of your abilities, telling him no, by now the tears in your eyes leaving freely. "Really? Then why were you acting like such a pathetic little slut?"

Subconsciously, you started rubbing your thighs, however, that act didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend. "Tsk, such a fucking whore," the grip on your hair tighten and pulled you out of him. "Getting wet thinking of Woojin filling your needy cunt, are you?"

"N-no," you said through tears, still on your knees for him. "I-I only want daddy."

Namjoon leaned down until he was close enough for you to feel each other's breath, grazing his lips against yours but never pressing them together, much to your frustration. "Prove it," he whispered, his voice so deep that it sent shivers down your spine.

Letting go of your hair, you quickly stood up and moved towards the bed, removing your underwear in the process. Then, you took a seat on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were, and throwing your panties at him.

He stomped towards you, his dark dragon eyes showed a hint of amusement at your actions, but that still didn't stop him from grabbing you by the neck and forcing you to look at him.

Namjoon leaned down again but this time, he gave a gentle bite to your bottom lip before smashing his to yours. It was a heated and tough kiss, hungrily devouring each other's lips and swallowing whatever noise the other made, the hand on your throat squeezing it here and there.

With a harsher bite to your lip, which caused you to gasp, he shoved his tongue inside, dominating yours very easily. He pulled away from your lips but kept the hand on your throat, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Hands and knees babygirl," he gave a nip to your earlobe as he whispered the words, stepping away from you afterward.

You did as told, crawling on your hands and knees until you were a little over the middle of the bed, with Namjoon moving right behind you, standing on his knees as he knead your ass with one of his hands, while the fingers of the other were rubbing the wetness around your slit.

He inserted two fingers into you, thrusting them slowly, making you let out soft moans. "Do you like it when daddy does this?" he added another finger, curling them precision against your sweet spot.

"Yes," you moaned breathlessly, starting to move your hips in tune with his hand, for he was moving too slow for you. "Please daddy, I want more."

"Hmm," he stopped thrusting but let his fingers remain inside you. "Do you think you deserve it, after what you did?" he removed his fingers and used them to pinch your clit, causing you to yell at the sensation.

"D-daddy!" He ignored you, choosing instead to stroke his fingers through your back. You thought nothing of it until you heard the sound of fabric tearing. Namjoon had grabbed your dress by its edges and ripped it apart from top to bottom, throwing the item onto the floor with a certain disdain. "Hey-"

Before you could complain, you felt a hard hit on your ass, quickly followed by three others in a row, making you let out gasps and cries at the smacks. "I'll buy you a new one," he growled, giving you one more smack before lining himself to your entrance and thrusting full force inside of you, making you take every inch of his large cock all at once.

You yelled at the sudden intrusion, not expecting your boyfriend to start so rough. His hands settled on your hips with a tightening grip, drawing himself back until only the tip remained before slamming into you with as much force as the first time, making you arch your back.

His pace rough but deep, his tip continuously brushing against your cervix. "Do you like this baby? Do you like taking daddy's big, fat cock?"

"Y-yes," you moaned out, your nails digging into the bedsheet, just so you could have something to hold on to.

"Oh really?" his pace started to slow down but remained deep. "Then why were you whoring yourself to Woojin?" He didn't give you a chance to reply, as he gained speed and started jackhammering into your cunt.

His name falling out of your lips mixed with moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, and the sound of lewd squelching as his skin slapped against yours was bringing you closer to your high. You could do nothing other than to take his unrelenting assault on your pussy, you weren't sure if your brain was still functional but you knew no other sound would leave your lips other than moans.

"Did you like the attention he gave you baby?" his thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. "Do you think he'd be able to fill you up like daddy does?"

"N-no," you tried to reply, your voice hoarse. You could feel yourself getting closer to your high, and from the way your walls clenched around his length, Namjoon could tell as well, which is why he stopped all movement. Your orgasm disappearing bit by bit, tears of frustration started falling. "D-daddy please."

With a snap of his hips, Namjoon started his relenting pace once more, moving with such force that the bedframe started hitting the wall.

"Your cunt was made for me babygirl," Namjoon started to feel his own end approaching, and yet, despite his pace started to falter, he was still going with a wild and bruising pace. "No other cock will be able to get you like this."

"D-daddy, p-please," you couldn't hold on anymore, you felt like you were about to burst. "I c-can't," a loud whimper escaped you, interrupting your weak words.

"Cum baby," he kept switching between rubbing and pinching your clit. "Cum all over daddy's cock, show him who's the one that gets you this fucked."

You cried out you reached your climax, releasing all over him. Your top half dropped onto the bed, you felt so tired and weak to stand on your hands, even if you wanted to. With your walls trapping him inside, it wasn't long until you felt him stiffen against you and paint them.

You let out a whimper as he pulled out of you. Your legs fell on the bed, not being able to hold them up any longer, and Namjoon lay down beside you, panting as he pulled you closer to him.

"You okay?" his thumb started rubbing circles on your hip. "I wasn't too rough?"

You kissed his arm, feeling too tired to reach his lips. "My- My legs are shaking," you gave him a sleepy smile and got one of his dimpled ones as a reply. "I should get jealous more often."

He snorted. "I don't my heart could take going through that shit again," he planted a peck on your head. "I don't think my bed can either."

You giggled softly and closed your eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer. Namjoon didn't say anything else either, he simply cuddled you and every couple of seconds would kiss a part of either your head or hand.

It wasn't long until you fell asleep, feeling more tired and content than you'd been in days.

[silentglassbreak]

This is about to be SO self indulgent but 🤫

Name: Kelly. Nickname: Kells. Pet names: sweetheart, baby. Female. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Always rosy cheeks.

Scenario: You’re best friends with Ruffilo, you call him to pick you up. It’s your birthday, and you’re at a bar with your girlfriends. Noah, who you’re also close with via Nick, answers Nick’s phone instead, comes to pick you up. You’re not drunk, at most you’re a little tipsy, but somehow you start rambling about how you’ve always wanted to try the birthday tradition of an orgasm for every year you’ve been alive. (You’re lucky if you go more than 10.) “Is that what you want? Because I didn’t get you a present.” Cue filthy sex and yes, Noah being a munch. More of a friends with benefits type vibe, no confessed feelings. Still affectionate though, he obviously cares about you and wants to make you feel good. Aftercare and cuddles!!!! Lots of praise!!!! But also he has such a filthy mouth akdkksjd

This is filthy I KNOW forgive me 😭 hank you!!!!!!

Let's switch it up, shall we? This one's from Noah's perspective.

After Writing Notes: No plot. No development. Just...orgasms. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Oral (fem rec), dirty talk, PnV, a word that makes me cringe to say, let alone write....

Anything More Than Human

If these motherfuckers didn't shut up soon, I was going to lose my entire fucking mind. All I wanted, our first day back from tour, was to sit in my room, relax, and play fucking Overwatch. That was unbearably difficult to do when all of my dickhead brothers decided today was the best day to throw a God damn party, celebrating the end of the tour. You would think that, given I was the owner of the house, that they’d respect my want for space.

It didn’t help at all that I hadn’t told them they couldn’t, but that was just my overwhelming need to please – which Jolly gave me shit for constantly. So what the fuck?!

I had tried to focus, keeping music blasting through my headset, and focusing on my computer screen. However, the music they played downstairs was shaking the walls of the house, making it nearly impossible to ignore. After the sixth game that I had fucked off from lack of concentration, I finally got so agitated that I threw my headset at my keyboard, cursing out of frustration. It was maddening, and truly, giving me a migraine.

Giving up hope of any type of relief, I stood up, pulling a shirt over my head, and took a deep breath before exiting my room. I didn’t want to take my irritation out on the guys, or any of the many guests they had invited over. It wasn’t their faults. They just needed to blow off some steam. We just all had different ways of doing that.

Heading downstairs, eyes scanning the living room, I took note of the thick cloud of smoke hanging in the air. I could smell the pot before I saw it, but it still made my jaw tick. I just had that couch cleaned.

Straying directly into the kitchen, I huffed while pulling the fridge open, ignoring the lingering bodies around the countertop with drinks in their hands. I was certain they had noticed me, but I couldn’t even begin to care less. Pulling a water from the shelf, I heard the back door sliding open.

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come down all night!” Folio’s voice was thick with alcohol, words slurring together slightly.

I turned around to face him. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t focus on my game.”

He nodded, bumping my shoulder with his own. “Sorry man. You should come outside. Jolly got the fire pit going, and there’s at least six girls hanging around asking about you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nah man, I’m going to watch a movie or something.”

“Ah c’mon, Noah. We just got home! We should be having fun!”

I swallowed a large gulp of water, wiping my lips off with the back of my hand. “That is fun to me, man.”

He shook his head. “How long has it been?”

I knew what he was asking, but playing dumb was too easy. “Since…?”

The shrill sound of a phone ringing pulled my attention from him momentarily, and I noticed an iPhone on the other side of the counter lit up.

“Since you got laid?”

I snorted. “Not that long. Like, three months?”

It was Folio’s turn to let his eyes roll back. “You talking about that thing with Moriah? Dude, that doesn’t fucking count.”

Before the ringing could have stopped for a full thirty seconds, it started again. “Sure it did!”

“Oh please, you didn’t even fuck her!”

Chuckling, I shoved him. “Head counts, dude.”

“Not unless you’re the one getting it, it doesn’t.” Folio pointed at me as if he had made the most valid point.

I scoffed. “Says you, fetus.”

He cracked up at this. Before he could say more, both of us were distracted by the phone ringing again.

“Whose fucking phone is ringing?” I scanned around the room, searching for the owner of the cell that was nearly exploding.

“Uh, I think that’s Nick’s?”

I snatched it off the counter, seeing the name flashing.

It was Kelly. That was odd. She should be here, I would think?

Making my way out the back door where Nick was, I took note of the girl in his lap, currently pressing her breasts so far in his face, he was practically inside of her bra. I walked up behind him, bumping his shoulder with my hand.

“Hey, bro. Kelly’s blowing you up.”

Nick just cocked his head up to look at me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here?”

I just smacked him harder. “Dude, she’s calling back to back, it’s probably important.” I looked at the screen as it darkened, and looked back to Nick. “Why isn’t she here?”

He was back to his business between the unnamed girls’ tits when he answered. “She went out with Savannah and Erica for her birthday.”

His phone lit up again, her name flashing on the screen. “Are you going to answer it?”

He dismissed me. “I’ll call her back.”

Sighing hard, I stepped away, further into the backyard where the music wasn’t blaring so loudly. I swiped the call open, and put it up to my left ear, plugging my right with a finger.

“Hello?”

“Nick?!” Her voice was borderline frantic.

“It’s Noah. Nick’s, uh,” I chanced a glance back at him, seeing he was lip-locked with the blonde. “he’s busy. What’s up, dude?”

“I need a ride. Bad.” She sounded wrecked.

“What’s wrong, Kells? Where are you?”

“I’m at Shaughnessy’s on 22nd. I need to go home.”

My legs began carrying me toward the house. “Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”

“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be outside.”

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The bar was overflowing with patrons. Men and clearly drunk girls were littering the sidewalk around the building. My eyes scanned for Kelly, but couldn’t see her. It wasn’t until I rounded the corner that I could see her deep brown hair from behind a bulky guy, towering over her. Kelly wasn’t the shortest girl around, but this guy was easily as tall as I was. The look on her face told me she was not happy to be there.

Finding a space on the street, I pulled in, ignoring the meter, and stepped out of my car.

“I’m telling you, honey, my place is like a five-minute walk. We can go there, have something to eat. I’ll take you home later.”

Her eyes held something strongly resembling fear, and her body language was closed off and uncomfortable.

That is, until she saw me. Her hazel stare met mine, and she knew she was finally getting out of this.

“Hey!” The guy turned around, red-rimmed eyes staring directly at me. “Time to go.” I addressed Kelly directly, and she slipped quickly from behind the dickhead, who looked bewildered. I held a hand out, which she took graciously.

“What the fuck?” He stared at us as I began pulling her back toward the street. “You never said you had a boyfriend!”

“Yeah, well, live and learn, asshole!” I hollered back, not giving him a second look. My fingers interlaced with hers, leading her to the passenger door of my Mazda 3, and tucked her into the car safely. Before I closed the door, I bent down, looking right at her.

“You good, sweetheart?”

She only nodded in response.

I rounded the vehicle and took my seat quickly, wasting no time pulling away from the curb. Kelly lived a good thirty minutes away, and by the look on her face, I could tell I needed to cut that back in any way I could.

Shifting into first gear, I pulled forward and we were gone, leaving the bar and it's problems behind us.

"What happened to your friends, Kells?" It occurred to me that I may have just left two more girls stranded at a crowded bar in downtown Los Angeles...

"They fucking left me!" Her words exploded out of her, which took me back. Kelly was typically calm, cool, and controlled. She rarely had outbursts of any kind.

She had definitely been drinking, however.

"Those fucking bitches! They met up with some of their guys friends that I didn't even know would be there! Ended up ditching me because I didn't want to go with them to a club." Her arms folded over her chest, a visible pout on her lips.

Kelly was adorable when she was angry, and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell.

We had known each other for six - no, seven years now, and had what one might call a semi-close relationship? Nick introduced me to her after our first headlining tour, when we passed through West Virginia, as his best friend. Their Moms were best friends growing up, so, naturally, they grew up together from near birth.

Kelly's a warm human being, and brings a serious sense of perspective and calm to the group of absolute imbeciles the guys and I tend to be. Nick and Kelly's relationship was reminiscent of siblings, and we had all grown to view her as a member of our little family. She joined us on most of our tours these days, and we moved her to Los Angeles two years ago. It was easier for her to help out with managing schedules, merch drops, and the other random things she handled for us when we were overly stressed out.

Due to her integral part of our family, she was off-limits at all times. Folio took that one the hardest, given they were the same age, and something about her drew him in. We all had the hard rules - no dating Kelly. No fucking Kelly. No making passes at Kelly. Mild flirting was as far as it ever got between her and I, and even then, it was usually in our rare moments of privacy, like now.

Did I find her attractive? Sure. Everyone did. How could you not? She was fit, and happy to show it - nearly always wearing shorts or crop tops that made it clear she worked out for a good time. Her brown hair was always hung loose, wisping around her face and messy; natural. She wore very little makeup, so her eyes were always free to shine, as they should.

My favorite thing about her, though? She had this constant natural blush over her. Her cheeks always had a tinge of pink to them, making her just look like a glow in a darkened room. A bright, fae-like creature.

It was hard to describe, but it was so fucking cute.

Typically, that's all I usually thought of Kelly; cute. Sweet. Adorable. Funny. Laid-back. Easy to talk to.

But today, on her birthday?

She was clearly aiming to turn some heads, as she was wearing short black jean shorts, a black tank top that was ripped in the center, showing just enough cleavage to make a man stare. Her hair was tightly curled, giving it volume that it normally didn't possess. Her eyes were made-up more than normal, sharp black eyeliner giving her eyes a cat-like effect. Her lipstick was black as well, making her teeth shine brightly behind it.

She looked...fucking hot.

Thinking of her outfit brought me back to the current conversation.

"How much have you had to drink?"

She shrugged then, her eyes taking on a guilty look. "Only like...two long island iced teas?"

This made me crack a smile. "That's usually the limit on those, you know."

She sheepishly grinned, her blush spreading. "Yeah, that's what the bartender told me when I tried to order another."

"Are you drunk?"

She shook her head. "I was, but fucking Josh...or Jared? I don't remember his name. He fucking killed my buzz mostly, so now I just feel kind of tired."

We were turning through the hills of the valley, the streets pitch black around us. "I'm sorry to hear that." I pursed my lips. "I'm also sorry that I forgot today was your birthday."

She waved a hand at me, dismissing my apology. "You're the worst with dates, Noah. I don't mind."

I scoffed, feigning offense. "I am not!"

This made her all-out laugh. "Noah, if your birthday wasn't on Halloween, you'd forget it every year."

Opening my mouth to speak, I stopped. Because...where was the lie?

"Well, still." I cleared my throat. "I feel bad, because I didn't get you a gift."

Her face was turned to the window. "No worries, hon. It's really no biggie."

Kelly's voice was sad and small, then. "I'll still get you something!" This made her turn her face, smiling somberly at me. "What do you want? Anything you want."

Her face scrunched up, then. The corner of her lip was turned up in a small smirk, and she shook her head.

"Nothin'. Don't worry about getting me anything."

I caught this out of the corner of my eye. "Nope, I saw that. What is it? What do you want?"

I wasn't letting this go.

"Noah, you can't get me what I want, so I will just count this ride home as my gift. Trust me, it means a lot."

Shaking my head fervently, I turned my car onto the freeway. "Nuh-uh, not happening. I'm sure I can get it somewhere, whatever it is."

This made her cackle. "It's not a thing."

Pursing my lips, I looked at her from under a raised brow. "Is it a puppy?"

Still bursting with laughter, she waved a hand at me. "No. I don't need a puppy."

"Kitty?"

"No."

"Then what is it?" I was getting frustrated. What could she possibly want? An island?!

She dropped her face in her hands. "Ugh, maybe I am still buzzed."

"Spit it out, Kells!"

"I want to get laid, okay?!" Her voice was shrill, clearly laced with embarrassment. Some kind of flood gate had unleashed, and I was too stunned to do anything about it.

"I wanted to meet someone, someone decent, and have stupid, gross, un-fucking-believable sex! I wanted to try that thing where you have an orgasm for every year? Twenty-seven is crazy, but fuck, I never ask for fucking anything! I just wanted to be fucked so hard I slept like a rock afterward and could get some of this pent-up stress out!"

The car was silent for a solid minute and a half after she finished speaking. The longer the air lingered without sound, I could see her slowly sinking further down into her seat - obviously mortified at her omission.

I finally decided to take a deep breath, letting out a small cough to disrupt the tension.

"Well," I exited the highway, now only minutes from her apartment. "then I guess it's going to be a long night, eh?"

I watched the shock strike over her features. "What?!"

Finally building the confidence I needed, I chanced a glance over at her while we sat at a red light. "I mean, I said anything you wanted, didn't I?"

She began waving her hands between us. "Oh no. No, no, no. We are not doing that."

"No? I thought you said a decent guy? Am I not?"

Her face was absolutely flabbergasted, and I felt my pants getting tighter just thinking about it.

"Of course you are, Noah. Probably the most decent guy I know. But, there's rules in place for a reason..."

"How do you know about the rules?"

She smirked then, rolling her eyes. "Folio told me."

Sucking my teeth, my vehicle started moving again, my hand gripping the shifter. "Well, rules are meant to be broken, right?"

"Noah..." Her eyes were bulging. "You can't just sleep with me because I'm desperate. That's just sad."

"Excuse me?" We were pulled into her complex now, my car idling in the parking space facing her building. "What did you say?"

Her head hung, then. She was still embarrassed, but now she looked depressed as well.

"I know you and I aren't like that. I don't want you suffering through something like that with me, just because I'm hard up."

Scoffing loudly, I turned my body to look at her, a finger lifting to pull her chin up so she could look at me. "Baby," Her eyes finally met mine. "make no mistake at all, I would've fucked you years ago, had I been allowed."

There's that blush again. I let my finger fall, tracing down her chest as it did, catching the rips in her shirt.

"Maybe you are hard up." I let my lids fall half-closed, admiring that her breasts bounced slowly when her breathing was erratic like this. "Maybe I am too." I looked back up at her, letting my teeth pull at the skin of my bottom lip. "Maybe it was for the best that I picked up the phone, and not Nick?"

Her lips were parted, and I could tell she was entranced.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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Not to sound self-absorbed, but I can be very persuasive. One of my best, and most redeeming qualities is definitely the art of charm. In all fairness, it didn't take very long to convince Kelly that her needs were due to be met, but I had melted her like butter in seconds after we entered her apartment. Clothes flew quickly, hands grabbing everywhere, and nervous giggles escaping the both of us when the harsh reality would sink in of exactly what we were doing.

I, of course, checked to ensure she was sober enough to enjoy our fun responsibly, and asked her to drink some water before we got started. I wanted her to remember this birthday. I also planned to dehydrate the hell out of her.

That is how I found myself buried between her bare thighs, her ass perched comfortably on her dining room table, tits jumping as her hips bucked against my face. My tongue was drawing some of the most lovely sounds out of her. Her head had fallen back, curls cascading down her back, eyes closed in absolute pleasure.

My index and middle finger worked inside of her, walls clenching around me as her first orgasm hit her, making her curse my name multiple times.

After her legs had calmed their shaking, I stood in front of her, my shirt discarded on the floor, and assessed her state. She looked absolutely blissed out, her eyes half-masked, and a lazy grin painting her face.

"Wow." Was all she managed. Her black lipstick had smeared slightly, and tears were pulling her eyeliner down her cheeks.

"One down." I breathed out, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

Her back fell back on the table, legs dangling off of the edge. "Noah," She chuckled. "we don't have to do what I had said. That was me being insane."

She wasn't looking at me anymore, so she completely missed me slipping my wallet from my pocket, pulling out the condom, and sheathing it over my erection, stroking it over.

"No?" My hands grabbed her hips, snatching her forward so she was halfway off of the table. Her head snapped up to look at me, startled. "Cause I was planning to see how far we'd get."

Nudging her entrance, I saw her eyes blow wide, mouth hanging open.

"Unless you don't want to?" I stilled, checking her face for protest.

She said nothing, teeth catching her bottom lip. I dared to press in, and her eyes fluttered closed again, head falling back with a thud on the table.

"Holy fuck." It came out as a prayer off of her lips, and I smiled, satisfied at the tight squeeze of her around me. I pressed all the way in to the hilt, my own body spasming from the sensation.

"Jesus Christ, baby. I had no idea you could take cock this fucking good."

I watched her chest rise and fall, nipples perk and begging for attention. I reached a hand up, rolling one between my fingers.

"So fucking beautiful, sweetheart."

Her pussy clenched down around me as I spoke to her, and I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" She glanced at me, looking sheepish again. "You like that, baby? Like hearing how much of a good little slut you are?"

Kelly let out the softest moan I had ever heard, her body flooding at the same time. My hips started snapping rhythmically, keeping an even pace.

I leaned down, letting my mouth close around her nipple, tongue circling it and teeth nipping it.

"You pictured this before, haven't you?" I let my lips trail up to her neck, breathing into her skin. "Me pounding into you? Fucking you until there's nothing left?"

She was almost catatonic at the pleasure she was experiencing, and I couldn't deny how close I was getting, sliding in and out of her wet lips. I felt myself beginning to tighten, and the coil in my belly threatening to snap. She had to come again, that was the entire goal.

Standing straight, my hand reached for her clit, thumb circling it expertly. That's when the real screaming began.

"That's it, baby. Show me how much you love it. Let everyone hear it."

Her hips shook, trying desperately to meet my thrusts while I touched her.

She tightened again, and I knew she had finished. Fortunately, my own orgasm came rolling over me at the same time.

I fucked her through the waves of euphoria, sliding her back on the table so she wouldn't fall.

It took me a moment to gather my breathing before I was able to slide the condom off and dispose of it in the garbage. I noticed she had lifted herself off of the table, standing in front of it and gathering her melted thoughts, working on her breathing.

Coming up behind her, I circled her waist, moving hair off of her neck, and leaned into her. "Hey," My voice was a whisper. She hummed at me in return. "you okay?"

She nodded, leaning her had back on my chest. "More than okay."

Grinning, I nuzzled my nose into her neck behind her ear. "Let's get you in a shower."

I led her to the bathroom, starting the water and waiting for it to warm up. She stood, scrutinizing her face in the mirror.

"I look like hell, dude." Was all she managed to say. This made me snicker.

"You look like you just got fucking railed."

This made her burst in laughter, holding onto the counter for support. "I mean...you're not wrong." She pointed a finger at me.

Opening the curtain, I motioned for her to get into the water, and I followed suit. She let her head sit under the spray, saturating her dark hair. I leaned against the tile wall, giving her space. Kelly went to work washing her face, scrubbing the makeup off, leaving only a trace of a shadow underneath from her mascara.

She then washed her hair, conditioning, and ran her loofah over her body. I took note of how she tenderly cleaned herself between her legs, likely due to sensitivity. Was I proud? One-hundred percent.

I waited until she was all rinsed and relaxed, before I stepped behind her, running my palm down her back, tracing the scattered tattoos she had. Her body leaned into my touch, and I used the opportunity to pull her into me, leaning her against me. I found this to be most comfortable for her, given the height difference between us.

I brought myself close to her ear, my voice low. "So, I've gotten two out of you, right?"

I caught her smile from the corner of my eye. "Three."

"Ah," I licked the side of her neck softly. "well, I've still got a lot of ground to cover."

She didn't respond, so I let my hand trail down her stomach, reaching her swollen lips, spreading them with my fingers.

"Also," I didn't stop my work, slipping a finger in as gently as possible to not overstimulate her. "I didn't know you had a praise kink."

Letting out a breathless laugh, she pressed her weight into me, allowing me full access. "There's a lot I don't tell you."

"That's so sexy, baby." My finger massaged her sweet spot, pulling pants out of her with each stroke. "Knowing you like to hear how good you are. How beautiful," I quickened the pace. "how amazing," I pressed in further, making her groan. "and fucking tight."

"Ugh, Noah. That feels so amazing." She had a hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into the skin.

"You going to come for me, just like this, sweetheart? Make it this easy for me?" My hand sped up, her voice high-pitched and desperate for more.

"Noah, don't stop. Please. That's so fucking good."

"Going to come all over me, baby? Come on, girl. You can do it. I've got you." My arm pulled her waist closer to me, taking on her body weight so she could focus.

"Fuck, I'm coming, fuck..."

I felt the spray of her release on my hand, and I slipped my fingers out, pressing on her clit, forcing a scream from somewhere deep in her chest.

"God damn, baby. Did you just squirt for me? Didn't know you could do that." Amazed, I palmed her pussy, massaging it through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ha, me neither." She seemed just as surprised as me.

"Mm," I left a soft slap over her clit, making her jump. "well, let's see if we can do it again."

Without warning, I pulled her down, bringing us down into the tub, the spray of the shower still hitting us, turning colder as the seconds passed. She laid on my body, my re-hardened cock pressing up into her back. Her hands braced on my knees, and I used a hand to open her legs, running the tips of my fingers through her slick folds. Soft whimpering noises were falling out of her; her body completely turning over to me for whatever I had planned for her.

Mercilessly, I penetrated her with two fingers, my other hand gripping her hair at the base of her skull so I could wrench her neck to the side, biting down on the soft skin.

"You've got this, baby girl. Give me another, you can do it."

Kelly's fingertips were bruising my legs where she gripped, eyes rolling back violently while her back arched. She was hitting an edge, so I pulled my hand out suddenly, and circled the hood of her clit, eliciting a sickening, guttural sound out of her.

"N-Noah..." Fighting for breath, she writhed under me. "I...need to..."

"You don't need anything, baby. Nothing but me." I whispered directly in her ear.

Her hips bucked up, climax hitting her, and I could feel her pulse through my fingers, still pressing on her pussy.

"Noah, I can't take anymore. I really can't." She was begging for reprieve, and was lucky I was feeling generous.

Peppering her shoulder and arm with soft kisses, I ran my hands up her sides. "No problem, baby. Let's go get comfortable."

After we both redressed, me back into my original clothes, her into her pajamas, we found a comfortable spot on her couch. I sat, legs apart, pulled her down between them, tucking her comfortably against my chest. She curled into me, exhausted and buzzing from our evening together. The effects of the alcohol had long worn off.

"You doing okay, Kells?"

She mumbled into my chest, already sounding half-gone. "Mhm." She yawned, a small sound. "Sleepy."

"Why don't we get you in bed?" I smirked, rubbing circles into her back. "Unless you want more?"

I felt her shiver underneath me. "I can't. I might have a stroke if I have another orgasm."

This made me snicker, pulling her head back into me.

"This is a secret?"

She didn't audibly respond, just pulled back and looked at me, a pleading look on her face.

I wasn't bothered by that, per se. Would I like to brag to my boys a little about it? Sure. Did I get the slightest heaviness at the idea of her not wanting anyone to know what we did? Maybe.

But, at the end of the day, I respected her enough to know that keeping this friendship meant much more to her than five orgasms.

Turning my mouth upward, I ran a thumb over her cheek, meeting her lips that I managed to keep away from the entire night.

Kissing felt like...too much?

"My lips are sealed, sweetheart."

Satisfied with that, she cuddled back into me, and it took no time at all before I heard the soft snores of her slumber. Once I was sure she was down deep enough, I lifted her from the couch, careful to keep her head steady against me, and trekked into her bedroom.

Setting her gently down, I pulled the covers over her, and took one last look. Her face was so peaceful. So comfortable.

Some kind of something sparked inside me, but it didn't matter. It was time to go.

Locking her doorknob on the way out, I took the steps two at a time on the way down, yawning while I climbed into my car.

My phone buzzed in the console, and that was when I realized I had left it there in my haste. Nick's face flashed on the screen, and I swiped the call open.

"Hey dude, what's up?"

"Did you pick up Kelly?"

I couldn't stop the grin that spread, but he couldn't see that. "I did."

A hard sigh of relief came through the receiver. "Thank fuck, dude. I saw her texts just now. You good, man? It's been hours."

Starting my car, I let the call switch to my Bluetooth as I backed out of the space. "Yep, all good here."

Nick's voice was skeptical. "Where are you?"

"Headed home. Just wanted to make sure she got to bed okay. She had been drinking."

"Ah, okay. She's okay?"

My teeth shined, and my eyes stared back at me with a dark, beaming gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, yeah. She's just fine."

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Live a Little

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Dreamling, One Shot, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Friends to Lovers, 6500 words

Late entry for @mr-sadman's Dreamling Week 2024 (Day 1: Indulgence, First Time). Also for @dreamlingbingo (Square A3: Friends to Lovers)

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Summary: Dream needs to be convinced that he’s allowed to indulge, to want, to live. Hob shows him some of the little things that make life worthwhile: good friends, good wine, fancy chocolate, and amazing sex.

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Under-negotiated Kink, Dream has bad blowjob etiquette but Hob is into it, not beta read

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“Make yourself at home, my friend,” Hob says, ushering his oldest and dearest friend into the sitting room. Dream nods soberly and heads for the sofa, while Hob turns back towards the hall. “Back in a tick. I’ve got a nice Pinot noir I’ve been saving that I think you’ll like.”

Before his friend can launch into his whole “You need not trouble yourself, I have no need for sustenance, blah blah blah” spiel, Hob darts through the hall and into the bright, cluttered kitchen at the back of the flat. He uncorks the wine and crouches down to rummage through the cabinets, hauling aside dishes and cast iron pans that would almost certainly be considered antiques by now. He knows they’re around here somewhere…

“Ha!” Hob makes a little noise of triumph as he retrieves the pair of dusty earthenware cups that he’d bought at an art fair a couple decades back. They’re handmade and painted in brilliant blues and greens, and the small bumps and imperfections on them remind him of the Border ware dishes he had owned back in the mid-16th century (minus the lead glaze, presumably).

Hob gives the cups a quick wash and dries them off before pouring the wine. He’s learned the hard way that Dream is not a fan of glass drinkware these days. When his friend explained the reason for this sudden aversion, Hob’s heart had shattered like the brandy snifter that Dream had dropped minutes before. Afterwards, he had gone through and purged his flat of wine glasses, glass bowls, and anything else that even vaguely resembled the prison Dream had described. Not just for his friend’s sake, but for himself; he doesn’t want that reminder either—the thought of his dear stranger, trapped, alone… If Hob had known…

God, if only he’d known…

Anyway. The point is, he’s been sticking with coffee mugs since then. But he can’t serve fine wine to the King of Dreams and Nightmares in a “Shag of the Century” mug, even if it does feel hilariously apropos, so it’s lucky he remembered these. The flat’s a bit of a mess as it is and he doesn’t want to come across as too much of a slob.

Hob hadn’t expected his old friend to drop by today. Well, to be honest, he never expects it, but he’s always thrilled to see him. Ever since they broke their centennial tradition with that first meeting at the New Inn, Dream has started visiting more frequently. At first it was brief, sporadic meetings at the pub, but he gradually started to come around more often, much to Hob’s delight. He’s shown up a few times when Hob was leaving work, instigating a riot of gossip among Hob’s coworkers and sixth-formers alike. Sometimes he visits Hob while he dreams, which had destroyed Hob’s entire perception of reality the first time it happened and still never ceases to blow his mind.

Usually the two of them come up to Hob’s flat, ostensibly to watch a movie or so that Hob can show off whatever new gadget he’s acquired, but the truth is that he wants Dream’s attention all to himself. Hob has always been a selfish, greedy man, and he can’t help but covet this precious time spent together. One never knows if the next Will Shakespeare is lurking in the pub.

He can never predict exactly when his friend will show up, but these days it seems like hardly a week passes without seeing him. So it’s odd that this is the first time he’s been by in over a month. Hob had noticed right away that something was troubling him; Dream seems even more distant and shuttered than usual today, and so Hob had herded him upstairs the moment he walked through the door.

He’s trying very hard not to be a mother hen, but in fairness the pub was starting to get crowded, and Hob knows that his friend is not fond of the noise. He’s just being considerate, he tells himself. Yes, he’s missed him desperately these past few weeks, and yes, the worry that he’d been captured again has consistently been in the back of Hob’s mind. But he has to rein it in and play it cool, lest he trigger another incident like 1889. He knows how lucky he is, how spoiled he’s become, getting to see Dream so often after having gone a century (or more) between meetings. So he knows he’s being a bit silly, getting so antsy after only a month apart.

Still. He worries.

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Hob returns to the sitting room, wine bottle in one hand and the two cups balanced precariously in the other. He stifles a gasp and nearly drops them when he sees his friend perched on the sofa, having evidently vanished his coat and shoes back to the Dreaming, leaving his feet and arms bare. Hob simultaneously feels like a prude and a pervert as he drinks in the rare sight of that flawless ivory skin.

Then his heart swells with fondness—Dream has actually attempted to make himself at home, like Hob offered. “Attempted” being the key word; he does rather look like he’s sitting in a waiting room instead of on his friend’s sofa. Like he’s not sure how comfortable he’s allowed to get. Hob wants to make him comfortable, wants to wrap him in soft blankets and feed him soup and make him understand how fiercely loved he is.

Steady on, Hobsie. Get a hold of yourself.

Dream looks up from the worn copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy he’s been thumbing through, and if Hob didn’t know any better he’d say there was a faint blush blooming on his perfect cheekbones.

See, that’s the elephant in the room: the ever-present sexual tension between them has been at an all-time high lately. Obviously, Hob fell in love with Dream the second he laid eyes on him—how could he not?—and occasionally, over the centuries, he’s felt a spark of… something, from his stranger (that look he’d given him in 1789 being the most flagrant example). And he’s been feeling that something more and more often these days.

Maybe he’s just a lovesick, hope-stricken old fool, but Hob has a sneaking suspicion that his feelings for his friend are, at least to some small degree, reciprocated. Hob is sure as hell not going to make the first move; he cringes as he remembers how that had gone the last time he tried it. But it’s alright. He can be patient. He has been patient. And if nothing ever happens between them, well, that’s alright too. This easy companionship that they’ve developed is more than Hob could have ever hoped for, and he considers himself a lucky man indeed.

At least that’s what he tells himself.

“Here we are, my friend.” Hob hands one of the cups to Dream—the blue one that matches his eyes—and settles beside him on the sofa, stretching and making a point of putting his feet up on the coffee table to signal to his friend that he’s allowed to relax. And he does seem to get the hint, his shoulders easing down a fraction as he leans back into the cushions. “To life,” Hob says, tilting his cup Dream’s direction. Dream responds with a small, slightly pained smile and gently clinks his cup against Hob’s before taking a sip, humming appreciatively as he drinks.

“Good, eh?” Hob grins, thrilled that his friend is enjoying it.

“Indeed. This is a fine vintage. I thank you for sharing it with me,” Dream replies solemnly.

“I can’t think of anyone better to share it with,” Hob says, perhaps a bit too earnestly, and Dream’s blush deepens ever so slightly. “So,” Hob clears his throat, “what have you been up to, my friend? It’s been a while since I saw you last.” Dream stiffens at that, and Hob hastily adds, “If you want to talk about it, that is. You don’t have to.”

Dream takes another long sip of wine and shakes his head before speaking. “I was with family. I spent some time with my youngest sister, as well as some other relations. One whom I had not seen in centuries, and. Another. With whom I had not spoken in millennia.”

To Hob’s credit, his mind boggles only a little at that. “Well, that’s nice, isn’t it? Family reunion and all?”

Dream makes a small noise—of agreement or skepticism, Hob couldn’t say—and looks away as he continues to drink his wine. It’s obvious that something has happened; Dream seems… hopeless. Resigned. To what, Hob doesn’t dare guess. Dream doesn’t seem inclined to share more at the moment, and there’s a beat of awkward silence as Hob fumbles through his mind for a new topic of conversation. He’s mentally reviewing his day for any interesting stories to tell when he notices his friend staring at the small box wrapped in gold paper on the coffee table, seemingly lost in thought.

Hob springs forward and opens the box, nudging the chocolates in Dream’s direction. “Oh! Where are my manners? Help yourself to those. Some of my coworkers got them for my birthday—well, what they think is my birthday.”

Dream blinks at him. “I do not need to eat.”

Hob chuckles. “Nobody needs to eat chocolate. It’s purely for pleasure. You don’t need to drink this very good wine either, but you’re enjoying it,” he points out, topping off both of their cups to underscore his argument. “And I bet these would go great with the Pinot.” He takes a vanilla cream-filled one for himself before pushing the box closer to Dream. “Go on, they’re quite nice. It’s the expensive stuff. I think that one’s caramel, and that’s a raspberry cream…”

A tiny smile creeps over his friend’s face as he speaks. “My sister is fond of those. Or. Something like them.”

Hob is immensely curious about these family members Dream keeps mentioning, but he doesn’t want to pry; he knows by now that if Dream wants to share something with him, he’ll do so in his own time. “Well, please, have as many as you’d like. I’ll never finish them all before they go stale, so you’d be doing me a favor.”

“I do not usually. Indulge,” Dream says, though he is still staring (longingly, one might almost say) at the cocoa-dusted confections.

“You mean to tell me you’ve got the entire Dreaming at your fingertips, and you don’t indulge in all the lovely things you’ve made? That, my friend, is a tragedy.” Hob smiles and shrugs. “Well, if you won’t indulge yourself, then why not indulge me? I won’t make you eat them, of course, but…” he takes a bite of the bonbon (it really is good, even if it’s a bit too sweet for his taste), “you’d be missing out.”

The gloom that had earlier enshrouded Dream seems all but dissipated, and Hob can’t help but notice the way his friend’s eyes flick to his mouth, the starry voids of his pupils blown wide. Hob is considerably flustered himself right now, but he manages to give his friend what he hopes is a roguishly charming wink.

Dream glances down, his cheeks reddening further. “Very well. If you insist,” he says primly, like he’s doing Hob a favor as he delicately plucks a milk chocolate truffle from the box. And he is doing him a favor; Hob already counted it as a win that he was enjoying the wine, and this is just… well, the icing on the cake. Hmm, maybe he can get him to try cake next time…

Hob loses his train of thought as he watches his friend bite into the chocolate. Dream’s eyes widen before fluttering shut, and the moan he lets out is downright sinful. It’s enthralling. Hob is in trouble.

Dream keeps his eyes closed while he savors the confection, his tongue darting out to lick the powdered cacao from his petal-pink lips. He swallows audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and Hob shivers as he envisions…

No. Now is not the time. Keep it together, old man. Hob shifts and crosses his legs, vainly attempting to ignore the heat pooling low in his belly and the subtle tightening of his trousers.

“Thank you, my friend,” Dream murmurs, glancing demurely at Hob. “They are. Nice. As you said.”

“Of course. I’m glad you like them,” Hob beams. “Help yourself to more. Anything I have, you’re welcome to,” he adds, gesturing vaguely around the flat.

Dream stares at him for a long moment, with a hunger in his eyes that brings to mind that look, the one he’d given him in 1789. There’s something else in his expression, though. Something sad. But before Hob can attempt to decipher it, Dream schools his features, once more a mask of emotionless detachment (except for the telltale flush that has now spread from his cheeks to his ears and neck).

They’re sitting quite close together on the sofa, Hob notices. Had he scooted over without realizing, or was that Dream? There’s no body heat, no familiar human scent coming from his friend, but Hob can feel a strange sort of energy emanating from him—something like static electricity. Like the heavy, expectant stillness that comes before a storm.

Dream slowly, hesitantly reaches for another piece, and as he leans forward their thighs brush together ever so faintly.

Hob’s breath hitches.

Although they’ve been meeting regularly for a couple years now, they have never so much as shaken hands. This is unprecedented.

Hob exhales shakily, and he can’t hold back the embarrassing little noise that escapes him. He tries to disguise it as a cough, but Dream freezes and draws back suddenly as if he’s been bitten.

“It’s alright,” Hob says softly, almost a whisper, like his friend is some skittish wild beast who might flee at any second (actually, that’s about the size of it). “Have another one.”

Dream shrinks back into the sofa, looking suddenly rueful. “I should not.”

Hob laughs nervously. “Now don’t tell me you’re trying to watch your figure, because you’re already…” he splutters and trails off, tugging on his earlobe as a prickling heat creeps up the back of his neck.

Too much. Stupid. So bloody stupid, just shut up.

He hasn’t had nearly enough wine for his mind to be so fuzzy and his mouth so loose. So why can’t he get a grip?

"It’s just—I mean,” he goes on, his treacherous mouth continuing to prattle on despite his brain’s feeble protests, “my point is, it’s alright to indulge. You of all people deserve to indulge. And I offered, so… please. Take what you want. You’re allowed to want things, Dream. And you deserve to have what you want. And—and I know, you can conjure anything up out of dreams and stardust. But even so. I just… I want you to know that anything I have, anything I can offer, however trivial, it’s yours if you want it. And it’s just chocolate and wine, eh? So… why not live a little?”

Hob looks up, apparently done with his ramble, to find Dream staring at him, his head cocked in that adorable way of his. His lips are parted slightly and his eyes shine with unshed tears.

Oh, brilliant. Great fucking job, Hobsie. Just don’t know when to quit, do you?

“Hob,” his friend begins, his voice a deep rumble of distant thunder, more of a feeling than a sound. “You are very generous. More so than is wise, and far more than I deserve. But I am afraid that your generosity may be. Misplaced. You say that I should ‘live a little,’ but. I am not… alive, in the way that you are. I do not live. I simply… am.”

Hob stares at him, dumbfounded, while his heart breaks into a thousand pieces. That… is the saddest fucking thing Hob has ever heard in the two-thirds of a millennium that he’s been alive. It all makes sense now. That’s why Dream has always been so interested in the mundane minutiae of his life. He’s been living vicariously through Hob, and all the while he’s got no life of his own. Just… existing, not living, for billions of years, and on and on until the end of time.

But that’s not true, is it? No. Hob rejects the entire premise. Dream may not be a living, breathing human, but he’s a person. And he does so have a life; he’s got a family. He’s got friends. If nothing else, he’s got Hob. He’s more than just his bloody function that he’s always going on about. Hob wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Tell him that he can live, he must.

Hob’s mind is already racing with ideas—he’s going to have to up his game; they can’t keep meeting at the pub or in Hob’s flat. There’s so much more out there to do and see. Maybe, instead of living vicariously through him, Hob can convince Dream to do some living with him. Not like that… Just. Bucket list-type stuff, even though neither of them can die. Although he doubts Dream would go for it; the mental image of his dear friend skydiving is as far-fetched as it is hilarious.

Of course, he doesn’t dare say any of that. He’s sure he’s already overstepped with that unhinged rant he just went on. He ought to quit while he’s ahead and drop the subject before he offends Dream. Still, it’s impossible not to notice the way Dream has been swaying closer to him over the course of this conversation. The way the air between them seems to crackle with electricity.

“Nevertheless,” Dream continues, “I am grateful for your kindness. Thank you, my friend.”

"'Course,” Hob murmurs. “Like I said. Anything I can offer, it’s yours. So… what do you want?”

Dream falters for a moment and seems to be intensely focused on picking at a nonexistent loose thread on the hem of his t-shirt. “I… I must confess that I do not know what to say. When you ask me this. It is not in my nature to want; desire is the domain of my sibling. It is not within the purview of dreams. I do not live, nor do I want.”

“Bullshit.” The word spills from Hob’s mouth before the thought even crystallizes in his mind. Dream looks stunned and a bit offended, though more confused than anything else. He’s not getting up and storming out, though, so that’s a good sign. He’s frowning, but still watching Hob intently, like he’s curious as to how Hob will follow up that little outburst. Hob is curious where he’s going with this, too; apparently, sitting this close to Dream has caused his brain to short circuit, and now his mouth is running on autopilot.

Ah. Right. Better keep talking, then.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I shouldn’t have said that. But… I mean, obviously you wanted that chocolate. And you want to be here, or you’d have left already.” The furrow between Dream’s brows deepens as Hob speaks, and he clenches his jaw tightly. Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t give him ideas. Dial it back, old man. “But that’s alright! Really, it’s fine! More than fine! I—I don’t know about this sibling of yours, but… it just seems to me like you do want something, my friend. And whatever it is, if it’s in my power to give it to you, that’s what I want. So… what do you want?” he asks again.

Dream hesitates, gazing at Hob with those fathomless blue eyes as he appears to genuinely consider the question. He’s sitting so close that Hob can see his own reflection, blurry and distorted, mirrored in the glossy sheen of tears that rests on his friend’s dark lashes.

Finally, he seems to make up his mind. He swallows and leans closer still, his face mere inches away from Hob’s. Hob ceases breathing as a perfect, pale hand snakes upward at a glacial pace, coming to rest on his stubbled cheek. It’s smooth and cool, and Hob’s eyes drift shut as he leans into the touch. Then, impossibly soft lips are brushing against his own, and Hob lets out a muffled sob as one hand flies to Dream’s waist, the other gripping the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Dream’s tongue probes gingerly into Hob’s open mouth, and lightning sparkles behind his eyelids. His heartbeat is a rolling crash of thunder as the clouds finally break—kissing Dream is like the first rain after centuries of drought; cool and sweet and refreshing and vital. Hob didn’t realize how parched he had been for so long, how desolate the desert of his soul, until this. This perfect kiss. It’s soft and slow and tastes like chocolate and red wine, and this—this may be what finally does Hob in after all these years.

Or it could just be that he hasn’t taken a breath in almost a full minute.

He pulls back, gasping and panting as he rests his forehead against Dream’s. Words fail him—a rare occurrence for Hob—and all he can do is grin stupidly at his friend.

“You,” Dream answers finally. “I want you, Hob.”

Hob lets out a wet, trembling laugh. “You’ve got me, Dream,” Hob whispers. “You’ve always had me.”

Dream surges forward to kiss him again, bolder and more eager this time, and Hob allows himself get swept away in the deluge. He could stay like this for hours—forever, even—and a needy whine escapes him when Dream pulls away again and surveys him with a smoldering gaze.

“Take me to bed, Hob,” he purrs.

“Oh, darling, absolutely,” Hob replies, scrambling up from the sofa and taking Dream’s hand to lead him to the bedroom. Then he freezes, struck by a sudden thought. “Er, quick question first. Is this really—I mean, am I awake right now, or…?”

Dream’s red, kiss-swollen lips twist into a fond smirk. “You are awake, Hob. But would it make any difference if you were not?”

“No,” Hob chuckles. “No, I s’pose it wouldn’t.”

Minutes later, they are entangled on Hob’s unmade bed, exploring each other hungrily with hands and lips and tongues and teeth. Hob is naked from the waist up, Dream having torn his shirt from his body with a fierce, otherworldly strength that was so startlingly arousing that Hob can’t even complain about the loss of his favorite button-down.

Dream sinks his delicate fingers into the thick pelt on Hob’s chest, humming approvingly into his mouth as he grinds against Hob’s thigh. Hob can feel his arousal through the soft fabric of his trousers, and he dips his hand beneath the waistband to squeeze the meager flesh of Dream’s arse. Dream goes still and inhales a sharp breath that Hob knows he doesn’t actually need.

“Hey. You alright?” Hob asks, withdrawing his hand and soothing it over Dream’s shoulder. “Sorry. I should have asked first. I know—after what you went through… I get it. We don’t have to keep going, love. Or we can, and you can keep—”

Dream cuts off his nervous babbling with a kiss. “I wish to continue. I trust you, Hob.”

Hob thinks he might explode from the affection that swells in him at those words. He beams at Dream and steals another quick, fervent kiss before peeling off his shirt.

“Look at you,” he breathes, drinking in the vision before him—Dream is utterly flawless. A marble statue come to life with creamy-white skin and elegant collarbones that flow into lithe, graceful shoulders and lean, well-muscled arms. “You’re so fucking beautiful I could cry, Dream,” Hob says raggedly as he runs his hands over smooth plane of Dream’s chest, circling his thumbs reverently around the firm, pink buds of his nipples.

Dream sighs and closes his eyes as he arches into Hob’s caress, dragging his fingers through the wealth of hair on Hob’s chest and continuing downwards, tracing the narrow trail down to the waistband of his trousers and unbuttoning them with nimble fingers.

Hob quickly shuffles out of his trousers and pants, groaning as his erect cock springs free. Dream’s eyes darken, the sky-blue of his irises nearly eclipsed by starry black as he (sweet Christ in heaven) licks his lips. “Hob,” he rumbles, his voice even deeper and silkier than usual. “You are. Exquisite.”

A laugh bubbles up from Hob’s throat unbidden. “Sorry. Sorry, it’s just—hearing that from you is… I mean, I can’t believe this is really happening, it’s like—”

“Hob,” Dream interrupts, raising his eyebrows and lifting his hips emphatically.

“Right. Sorry,” Hob says, bending down to unbutton Dream’s jeans. But just as his hand brushes over the zipper, the trousers vanish, leaving Dream totally nude with Hob’s hand just millimeters away from his flushed, heavy prick. “Someone’s eager,” he smiles, taking him in hand and gently stroking the delicate, velvety flesh. “Gods above, Dream, you have the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.”

It really is lovely—long and slim and rosy, all wreathed in soft black curls. Even his balls are pretty; plump and pert and perfectly round. Hob wriggles down the bed and nuzzles into the hot, solid length, relishing the weight of it on his face. He licks from the base to the tip, laving his tongue over the leaking slit before mouthing his way back down to his balls, sucking on each of them in turn. Above him, Dream breathes heavily and lets out quiet little whimpers. Hob strokes his thighs—he’s so tense, his muscles taut as a bowstring beneath his silken skin.

“Relax, darling,” Hob says, placing a kiss to the bony jut of his pelvis. “I’ve got you. Just let go and enjoy yourself.” He returns to his task of exploring Dream’s cock with his tongue, and Dream takes a long, quivering breath, loosening a fraction as he exhales. Hob can’t help but feel a bit smug at the knowledge that he’s gotten Dream so worked up he’s apparently forgotten he doesn’t need to breathe. “That’s it, love. Let me take care of you.”

He takes Dream’s bollocks into his mouth again, then moves lower to give a tentative lick to his hole. Dream gasps and startles at that, and Hob hears a choked-off “ah!” somewhere above his head.

Hmm, interesting.

Hob raises his head to see Dream looking down at him in wonder, mouth agape and eyes glazed. His cheeks are flushed a deep rose, and glistening drops of pre-cum decorate the alabaster plane of his abdomen. Hob smiles up at him, tracing a finger around the tight, twitching furl of muscle. “Has anyone ever touched you here before?” he murmurs.

“No,” Dream replies in a trembling whisper.

“May I?” Hob asks gently?

“Please,” Dream sighs, and Hob nearly comes untouched on the spot.

He slides a pillow under Dream’s hips and pushes his thighs upwards, gliding his hands along the smooth white flesh and trailing light kisses down to his spread arse cheeks. “Gonna make you feel so good, love. Just promise you’ll tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like, alright?”

He glances up to see Dream nodding frantically, his eyes wide and black and glittering. “Yes. I trust you, Hob,” he says again.

Hob grins before diving in and licking a stripe from his entrance to his bollocks and back down, circling his tongue around the rim and nibbling at the tender pucker of milky skin. Dream moans and keens beautifully as Hob thoroughly slicks his hole with saliva, slurping and suckling and reveling in the sensation of Dream’s hairless, baby-soft flesh against his cheeks and chin. He dips his tongue inside, and Dream wails while Hob hums and groans enthusiastically. Dream is hot inside, and he tastes of petrichor and electricity and something Hob can’t identify but that he knows down to the very foundations of his soul (dreams, his mind supplies. He tastes like dreams).

“Hob!” Dream gasps, his voice rough and rasping. “Please—please—!”

Hob works his tongue in deeper, then pulls back and jabs it in again and again, until Dream is mewling and sobbing and writhing in ecstasy. He thinks he doesn’t want? I could teach him to want. Eat him out for hours until he’s sobbing and begging to come.

Just as the vision materializes in his head, Dream howls and clenches around Hob’s tongue. “Yes! Yes, Hob, please please please—I want—ahh!”

Hob has long suspected that his old friend could read his mind, and this all but confirms it. He shivers as he realizes the potential there—the possibilities are, well, endless. Hob withdraws his tongue and glances up, only to be met with the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed: Dream, red-faced and panting, his chest heaving, his lovely prick rock hard and leaking steadily against his porcelain stomach.

“Look at you. So bloody gorgeous,” Hob says hoarsely. “How are you feeling, darling? Good?” Dream nods, and Hob smiles and nuzzles against the back of his thigh. “Be a dear and grab the lube? It’s just in the top drawer there.” He tilts his head in the direction of the nightstand and Dream twists around to procure the half-empty pump bottle.

“It is not necessary,” Dream mumbles once he’s remembered to catch his breath, though he nonetheless hands the bottle over. “You cannot hurt me.”

“I know,” Hob replies lightly, shrugging one shoulder. “All the same, I’d prefer not to risk it. Indulge me.”

Dream’s lip quirks and he huffs a tiny laugh before settling back onto the pillows, graciously allowing Hob to continue. Of course he’d be a pillow princess, Hob thinks fondly as he squirts a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, spreading it over Dream’s puffy, fluttering hole. He works a finger inside slowly, and Dream makes the sweetest little noises as Hob strokes his tight, satiny walls and brings his other hand to Dream’s throbbing cock. Dream moans and arches upward into his hand, sighing in relief as the tension begins to bleed from his body.

“That’s it, darling. You’re doing so well. Just let go,” Hob coos. He adds a second finger and finds Dream’s prostate, brushing over it teasingly on every other thrust. “You feel so bloody good inside. Would love to fuck you sometime. Want you to fuck me, too. I could ride that beautiful cock of yours all day. Would you like that, love?”

“Yes—Hob—anything—please!” Dream cries breathlessly, grinding down wantonly on Hob’s fingers.

“Mm, we’ll work up to that. Right now I’d like to get my mouth on you, and you’re not going to last much longer, are you sweetheart?”

“I can—” Dream begins what would no doubt have been a devastating retort, but it tapers off into a high, quavering whine as Hob lowers his mouth to his cock, sinking down in a slow glide until he can feel the bulbous head in the back of his throat, trickling a warm rivulet of pre-come. He swallows, and Dream’s hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as he starts fucking furiously into Hob’s mouth. Hob groans and ruts his own aching cock against the mattress as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of Dream’s slick, clutching entrance. It’s raw and rough and animalistic, and Hob is more than happy to let Dream use him however he pleases right now; he might come just from this.

With no warning save for a guttural growl and a stutter of his hips, Dream comes down Hob’s throat in thick, hot spurts. He shudders and gasps, tugging roughly on Hob’s hair before abruptly going limp and boneless. Hob swallows down the last drops of spend and slowly pulls his mouth and fingers away, panting raggedly.

He crawls up the bed to wrap Dream in his arms, pressing gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders. “You did so well, love,” Hob whispers proudly. “So beautiful when you let go like that.”

Dream hums and grinds languidly against Hob’s still-hard prick where it rests between the cleft of his arse. He wriggles around in Hob’s hold and captures his mouth in a deep, desperate kiss. He trails his lips along Hob’s jaw, down his neck and chest, steadily traveling southward until he is face to face with Hob’s cock. It’s a bit shorter than Dream’s, albeit thicker, and darker-toned; not as pretty, in Hob’s opinion, though Dream would appear to disagree—he’s practically got hearts in his eyes as he glides his cheek along the hefty, engorged length. He glances hesitantly up at Hob through his thick lashes, looking almost shy.

“You don’t have to, love,” Hob smiles down at him, running his fingers through Dream’s downy, soot-dark hair. “I just wanted to make you feel good, is all.”

“Indeed?” Dream smirks. “I thought that you were teaching me to indulge. So. Won’t you indulge me?”

Hob lets out a delighted laugh. “Well, suppose I can’t argue with that.”

Dream makes a noise of agreement, then swiftly takes Hob’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him to the root in the blink of an eye. Hob gasps at the sudden velvety warmth enveloping his prick, and his hips jerk involuntarily. Dream stills him with surprisingly strong hands, pinning him down and bobbing his head in quick, fluid motions. Dream’s mouth is… fucking sublime. Christ’s bloody wounds, he’s good at this. Hob brings his hands to Dream’s hair, not pulling but stroking and kneading his scalp. Dream rumbles in approval, his deep moans vibrating through Hob’s cock, and Hob throws his head back against the pillows.

“Not gonna last,” he grunts in warning.

Dream only takes him deeper, hollowing out his cheeks and slurping hungrily as he bobs his head faster. Hob looks down to see Dream gazing up at him with a blissfully dazed expression, his forget-me-not blue eyes glassy and his cheeks streaked with tears. Hob is hit with a flash of deja vu; he’s fantasized about exactly this on many a lonely night over the centuries, though his imaginings never came close to the divine, earth-shattering perfection that is Dream’s mouth. He comes with a choked sob, flooding Dream’s mouth with a torrent of spend, and Dream’s eyes flutter shut as he swallows it down eagerly.

“I love you—!” The words escape unbidden in a breathless whisper, dragged forth from somewhere deep within the core of Hob’s being, unable to be contained any longer after being left unsaid for over 600 years. Hob doesn’t realize what he’s said until Dream freezes, tightening his grasp on Hob’s hips and digging his sharp fingernails into his flesh. Then, he’s crawling up Hob’s body like a tiger pinning its prey, steely eyes boring straight into his soul.

Fuck. Of course, had to go and fuck it all up, didn’t you?

“You mean that,” Dream intones, low and sonorous. It is not a question.

“Yes,” Hob replies softly, his voice wavering as he braces himself for the inevitable swirl of sand as Dream disappears.

Instead, Dream swoops down and captures Hob’s mouth in a savage, frenzied kiss, growling and digging his fingers possessively into Hob’s ribcage. He claims him with kisses and bites and scratches and bruises, descending on Hob like a starving man on a feast, and Hob is only too pleased to let Dream glut himself on him. Dream could devour him whole, if that would make him happy.

Once he has thoroughly left his mark, Dream runs his eyes over Hob’s body in apparent satisfaction before nestling into his side and draping himself over his chest. “I think,” Dream says, curling a tuft of chest hair around his long pale fingers, “that I feel the same. About you.” He buries his face in Hob’s neck, and Hob pulls him into a crushing embrace, beaming as he plants a kiss to the top of his head.

“So,” Hob laughs through joyous tears, “would you still say you’re just existing? Because I think we did a lot of living today.”

Dream huffs into his shoulder. “You make a convincing argument,” he concedes, his voice muffled. Then he raises his head to look at Hob, his eyes shining with amusement. “However, I believe I will need more evidence before I can draw an accurate conclusion.”

“Oh, just you wait, darling,” Hob grins. “I happen to be an expert on living, and I’m going to show you all the little things that make it worthwhile.”

Dream’s smile fades slightly at that. Hob brings a hand to his cheek, tilting Dream’s chin up and meeting him in a tender kiss. “Hey,” he whispers. “D’you want to tell me what’s been going on? It’s just… Clearly, something’s bothering you, love. And if there’s any way I can help… You know I’d do anything for you, Dream.”

“You have helped. More than you realize. And… I will tell you what has happened. What I have done. Not today, but… I will tell you. Though you may come to hate me for it,” Dream sighs heavily.

“I could never hate you,” Hob replies automatically. Because it’s true; he’d fallen arse over teakettle for Dream when he thought he was the actual devil. “Whatever happened, we’ll sort it out, eh?”

Dream simply stares at him for a long moment before speaking again. “What do you think happens to a character when their story has finished being told?”

“Er—” Hob doesn’t know what he was expecting Dream to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. Dream has him fixed with a piercing gaze, obviously awaiting a well-thought-out answer. “Well… I guess that’s up to the character do decide, isn’t it? Once the story is over, they’re free to do what they want, I suppose.” He shrugs. This discussion is far too deep for pillow talk.

Dream frowns, furrowing his brows as he considers. “I believe there is some merit to your words,” he pronounces thoughtfully. “I have long believed that I have no story of my own. Perhaps I am wrong.”

“Maybe you’re just in the wrong story,” Hob yawns. He’s honestly lost the thread a bit by this point, and he’s not entirely sure what they were talking about to begin with. But that feels like the right thing to say, and Dream evidently agrees as he rests his cheek on Hob’s chest, just over his heart.

“Perhaps,” Dream murmurs, almost inaudibly.

“Like I said,” Hob says, stroking lightly down his back. “We’ll sort it out.” He yawns again, then winces at the strain on his sore jaw. “Tomorrow, though. Because I am absolutely knackered, darling.”

Dream hums, burrowing contently into Hob’s hold. “Yes. Sleep, beloved. And dream of me.”

Hob chuckles drowsily. “I always do.”

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I've Got Somebody To Love

“Ay, lover, get up. We’re going out for breakfast.” 

It was decided on a whim. Ian sometimes makes remarks about doing couple-y things with Mickey. It’s just not his thing. He’s more than satisfied staying home, eating pizza bagels and watching a shitty movie. 

But he’s far more open now. He’ll go out to a shitty diner so they can eat overly salty food while the waiter tries to make small talk that he’ll ignore, just so Ian can be happy. And he’ll do it because he loves him. Plain and simple. 

“What?” Ian pushes himself up, rubbing his bleary eyes. 

“You deaf or somethin’?” Mickey swats at his foot still under the blanket. “We’re going out for breakfast. No pop tarts for us today.” 

“Why?” 

“My God-do I need a fucking reason to take my husband out?” Mickey is in the midst of grabbing a shirt, and if that shirt so happens to be Ian’s, well so fucking what? He shoots Ian a look of exasperated disbelief. “Jesus...” 

“No,” Ian is a little more awake and he props himself up by his elbows. He stares curiously at Mickey. “But you do hate mornings. And people.” 

“Yeah, well. I’m doing it for you. Said you wanted to do that sometimes. Get your ass up and let’s move.” 

Ian’s grin is blinding. His eyes are all big and doe-y like fucking bambi. Mickey’d be lying if he said it doesn’t make his damn heart beat a little harder. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Yeah, whatever,” Mickey grumbles, going into the bathroom to slather toothpaste on his toothbrush. He tries to suppress his own smile, though he’s more than sure Ian’s already seen it. “If you’re not ready in ten, I’m leaving without you.” 

Ian stretches his arms, just laying there for another minute or two. “I was having a really good dream, you know,” he hums. 

“Oh, yeah?” Mickey says when he’s done in there, his clothes already thrown on. 

Ian catches him by the loop in his jeans, and pulls Mickey a little closer. He peeks up at him through his eyelashes, his voice going low. “Fucking mind-blowing blow job.” 

Mickey grins, holding onto Ian’s chin. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. And maybe I'll get something mind-blowing from you too someday."

His words set in and Mickey shoves him away, laughing. “You’re a fucking dick.” 

Ian’s laughing too, rolling onto his back again. “You should’ve seen your goddamn face.” 

“Fuck you, man,” Mickey says when he calms down, shaking his head. “Ay, you’re laughing now but not you won’t be later when all you’ve got to touch your dick is your left hand.” 

Ian just raises a lazy arm to flip him off. 

Mickey shuts the door behind him, plopping down on the couch to wait. While he does that, he glances out the window, immediately wrinkling his nose at the sight across at the other side of the building. The couple’s blinds are open, allowing him to see them attempting some kind of yoga position. Thank fuck Ian never actually made him attend that stupid fucking yoga class this place offered. 

Yeah, he’s definitely not doing whatever the hell they're doing. 

What are they doing? Mickey gets up to peer closer. They’re making a box shape, he realizes with his eyebrows furrowed. Or a square? Either way, it’s weird as hell, them all stretched out and held onto each other’s ankles like that. 

Jesus, he could write a fucking book on all the weird ass shit that goes on in this place. 

“You ready?” Ian’s out now, running both hands through his hair. It’s grown out a bit since they’ve been here, not like how Mickey’s had been when he broke out of prison, but he’s got a couple pieces of longer hair like he did back when Svet and Yev were still in the picture. 

“Yeah,” Mickey turns around, and feels warmth pool in his stomach. 

There’s a familiar red and gray checkered flannel he’s wearing over a brown t-shirt. His jeans are dark too, just like Mickey’s. Overall, he looks almost strikingly similar to his fifteen year self, without the fringe, plus his freckles are much lighter now. 

And holy fuck does he look good. Ian’s fiddling with his phone, unaware that Mickey’s blatantly staring. At least for a moment. 

“What?” He says, puzzled. 

And well, at one point back when he was under Terry’s thumb, scared out of his fucking mind and hating himself for who he really was, Mickey would’ve shot back something in response just to get the attention off him. 

Now, he doesn’t have to. 

It kind of hits him right then and there too, even though he’s been open to showing Ian how much he loves him for a while now. 

He doesn’t have to hide it anymore. 

He’ll never have to go through anymore of his life pretending he doesn’t find Ian fucking Gallagher attractive or some shit. And it’s really fucking great. 

Mickey smiles softly, standing in front of him, holding onto a fistful of the flannel. Ian’s hand comes around to rest on the back of his shoulder, and they just stay like that. “You look really fucking good, man.” 

“Okay,” Ian says, amused. 

“M’serious,” Mickey murmurs. “Reminds me of some kid I used to like back in the day.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Some freckly, alien looking fucker. Real annoying.” 

Ian laughs softly, kissing Mickey sweetly. “I could probably say the same about the bastard I have to live with.” 

“Go easy on that bastard. It ain’t easy to live with your ginger ass,” Mickey teases. 

Ian swats at his ass when they let go of each other. “At least I wipe the toilet seat,” he shrugs, grinning when Mickey rolls his eyes. 

“For the love of God, we were in fucking prison!” 

“That’s no reason to leave piss on it!” 

If that couple across the way ever unties themselves, they would see the two of them making gestures with their arms, seemingly yelling until Ian pushes Mickey against the window for a searing kiss. 

Breakfast would have to wait. 

[minieverse]

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pairing: idol!jeongin x fem!reader

genre: angst (with good ending)

warnings: stress, anxiety, reader gets hurt by words, cursing, crying

~Jeongin gets stressed with work and takes it out on you by mistake~

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Reader

It was currently 2:15am and i was still waiting for Jeongin to come back home from his dance practice and vocal lessons. I know their new album will drop soon and they all get anxious but he’s overdoing it I don’t even know if he grabbed anything to eat before he left

I’ve been trying to call him for the past 2 hours but he never answers but he has seen my texts which is weird, he always answers he hates leaving me on seen. All i want is for him to get home and eat properly, he’s beating himself up with all these practices from 2pm to God knows when

I’ll just watch a movie and wait for him

Jeongin

10+ missed calls from “y/n💕”

Helloooo!? 1:10am

Babe where are you? 1:30am

7 missed calls from “y/n💕”

You are reading my text why are you not answering? 2:00am

Jeongin where the fuck are you 2:15am

It’s 2:40 and i’m driving home, i couldn’t get the choreography right and it was frustrating, what is more frustrating is that i can’t concentrate with my phone blowing up

I kept making mistakes and now i have to practice on my day off

she’s calling again

“oh for fucks sake” i whisper to myself and answer the phone “where the fuck have you been Jeongin!” “stop yelling okay i was in practice” i try to calm her down, i’m way too tired for this “in this hour?” i sigh and rub my eyes with my hand “yes y/n i have work to do okay, i have shit to practice for” keeping calm is way harder than it looks “you better be here in 5” she yells and hangs up, i put my phone on my pocket and start driving back home

Reader

As soon as i hanged up the phone i went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down

The door unlocks and his tired figure walks in to our apartment taking of his shoes and placing his back on the ground, he doesn’t look at me at all and just walks at our shared bedroom, i rub my face and follow him “care to tell me why are you this late?” i ask him calmly “for the thousand time, i was practicing is it that hard to understand?” he looks at me, his eyes piercing my skin “Jeongin it’s 3am you can’t be practicing until-” “for Gods sake shut up, i’m working okay im doing my job can you stop being so damn annoying? i can’t fucking concentrate when you blowing up my phone like that i keep making mistakes and now i have to work more” he yells at me, he hasn’t yelled at me before always keeping his cool and being calm, there is silence for a few seconds, the phrase “can you stop being so annoying?” echoing in my mind “okay i- im sorry i’ll leave you alone” i say as i grab my pillow and walk to the guest room to lay down

I’ve always been called annoying because i care too much, Jeongin knows that and i thought i was over it until i heard him saying it it kind of broke my heart. Silence filled the dark apartment, the only sound of life was me turning around trying to get comfortable but that was impossible, i can’t sleep without him and after that fight

I got up to grab a snack when Jeongin exit our room “hey” he said quietly walking towards me “hi” i answered trying to avoid his eyes “look i’m sorr-” “i think you’re right i’ve being annoying you i’ll leave you alone to think and get your job done” i say and quickly walk to the guest room

Sleeping was hard but i managed to rest, by the time i woke up Jeongin was already gone so it gave me time to make myself breakfast and take some of my stuff to the guest room, since his program was unstable i didn’t know when he was coming back so i took a shower trying to get the thoughts out of my head. The time passed so slowly with me trying to force myself to be busy so i don’t get into my thoughts that i had to make lunch, i don’t work these days since it’s summer holidays so i take charge of the house, i finished with cooking but i lost my appetite knowing that he can live without talking to me so i just locked myself in the guest room crying myself to sleep again.

Jeongin

It was 3:30pm and i was packing up from practice, my phone all dry, i kept checking hoping i’d see her name pop up on the screen but nothing, i know i asked for this and it’s my fault but i can’t bare it, i almost started to cry until Lee know hyung came over me “what’s wrong? you look upset” he questioned sitting down next to me “it’s just problems in my relationship i’ll be okay” i answer trying to control my trembling voice and teary eyes “cmon i know you better than that, it’s okay to let your feeling out” he looked at me and i lowered my head, it was getting harder to control my tears until i burst.

I started crying uncontrollably in my hands while Lee know was rubbing my back “everything is okay let it all out and tell me what’s wrong” he said trying to calm me down, after a few minutes there were just sniffles echoing in the practice room “i called her annoying hyung, the person i love the most, i hurt her, i could see it in her eyes i fucked up” i said trying not to cry again and he sighed “Jeongin yes you did probably hurt her but you can fix it, i know you can do grab your things calm down and go fix it hm?” he told me with a serious look “y-yes i’m going” i wiped my tears thanked him and run to my car to drive home

When i walked inside there was no sign of life, i saw food prepared and it made me even more guilty, i kicked off my shoes and walked to our shared bedroom hoping to see her there and apologise but there was no one there, some of her stuff were gone. I got worried and searched the whole apartment until i found her in the guest room sleeping, i sighed in relief and sat next to her sleeping body

“I’m really sorry for what i said” i stated of my apology “i hope you know that i didn’t mean it, i was stressed and i let it out on you i-” i took a deep breath trying not to cry “i shouldn’t have yelled or called you annoying in any case because i love you and all you do is love and care for me” my voice trembling again and tears staining my cheeks “i love you so much and i promise to never do that again, and i’m also gonna say this after you wake up but” i pose for a second and kiss her forehead “i want you to know that i’m sorry” i wipe my tears and get up

Reader

“don’t leave” i say calmly while looking at him turning around “y- you were awake?” he asked wiping more tears “well you were running around in the apartment like a maniac” i chuckled “oh i’m sorry” he smiled weakly “ i know that you were stressed and that you didn’t mean it it just hurt” i get up and walk towards him “i’m sorry” he hugs me tight, God i missed this, as he pulls away i kiss him passionately, i can feel his smile in the kiss.

“So wanna go grab ice cream!?” he asks “what kind of question is that of course i want!” i grab my phone and run to put my shoes on

everything can be fixed, even the worst situations but both sides really have to put effort

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I haven’t posted in a while sorry!!🦊Thank you for all the support angels🤍

[mirkwoodmunson]

lovie!!! i cannnot stop thinking about clumsy eddie! - we all saw his goofy lil run, there aint no way he doesnt get clumsy in the height and loss of his own feelings

SO- what if eddie and reader get lost in kissing each other in the kitchen or on the way to his room, and eddie knocks them into walls, corners, side; they stumble around; and its all giggly and cute-

wow-

yEAH WOW 🤩🤩

because especially earlier on ��� after he first gets to experience you, you in his bed — he’s still learning how to handle you, how to handle himself with you, because god help him eddie can’t help but get all excitable and giddy and eager when he has you in his arms making those sounds you make.

when he sneaks up on you in the kitchen, distracted by the bag of popcorn rotating in the microwave, you’re thankful wayne has left for his shift as you shriek over the cacophony of his cackles, fingers tickling into your sides as he pulls you into him and blows raspberries against the back of your neck.

“ED WHAT THE FUCK!!”

“YOOOOU’LL NEVER ESCAPE MEEE!”

lord, he was on one tonight; scary movies always got him worked up.

he rotates and corners you as you squeal, the only thing loud enough to match your combined laughter is the rapid popping coming from the microwave — though you’ve already completely spaced on it, thanks to your feral boyfriend, who is now holding your cheeks in his hands and peppering noisy, sloppy wet kisses all over your face as you half-heartedly shove him away, feigning disgust.

“eeewwww not the kisses! not the wet kisses!” you try bringing a splayed hand between your faces, clamping it over eddie’s mouth, but he just growls and smooches into it, eventually nipping down on the skin between your thumb and index finger.

“wha? y’don’ li’e my kishesh??” he mumbles around your flesh, giving you the puppy eyes that make your heart flutter.

“nooooo not those kisses,” you whine.

he drops your hand like a dog dropping a stick and smirks, ducks his head and brushes his lips over yours, ghost of a breath fanning across them and making you shudder as you grin.

“like this?” eddie asks.

“mmmm… getting there,” you offer, sarcasm lacing your words but you can’t help the blush taking over your cheeks, giggling softly.

nudging his nose along yours he snorts and then quickly pecks your lips.

“how ‘bout that?”

“sooooo close.”

eddie rests palms on your hips, slides them around behind you and pulls you in by the small of your back, smiling all the while as he takes his time now to take your bottom lip between his, running his tongue over it as he kisses you so sweetly, so gently it makes you sigh pleasantly against his mouth, relaxing into him.

and then he bites you. of course. he latches his teeth onto your lip in a firm pinch, clasping you to him and growling as you yelp and whine and bat his shoulder.

“ooww eds, staaaahp!”

“i vaant to suck your blooood!” he dramatically lifts his head and then drops it, nibbling and kissing into your neck — that and the awful dracula imitation sending you into a fit a giggles and squeals as you lean into the attention. it made up for the pinched lip, and you didn’t mind the warm shiver down your spine as he nipped and kissed and breathed against the sensitive skin.

“oh nooo, nooo! the big scary vampire got me!” you swoon playfully, going a little limp in his arms as he laughs. “i hope he doesn’t steal me away to his lair!” you dramatically splay a hand against your forehead, really playing into the damsel role. eddie can’t help but laugh as you do so, goofy grin stubbornly staying put as he tries to play evil.

“I THINK—!” he can’t help a snort and you drop your head against his shoulder, both of you shaking with silent laughter. “I THINK I WILL STEAL YOU AWAY TO MY LAIR!!” you throw it back again with a wheeze at that, and eddie breathes laughter into you as he kisses you.

still holding you to him he begins to walk backwards out of the kitchen, stumbling a little as neither of you can keep from laughing, keep from kissing in between the giggles. in your distracted states, eddie accidentally steps on your toes and you yelp, the surprise and effort to quickly move his foot away making him stumble even further, backwards into the hallway where his back collides with the adjacent wall, making your surroundings rattle. you fall into him and he pulls you up into another red-faced, breathy kiss as you can hardly hold yourselves together, guts starting to ache with your amusement.

you snake hands up his front to grasp fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him into you hungrily as now it’s your turn to bite, nipping at his lips before trailing south to mar his jawline. the laughter gets softer, breathier, but you’re still giggling as you pull him away from the wall and guide him further down the hall, lips and teeth still marking his skin.

the hungrier you get, however, eddie does doubly so, and without even realizing he has you panting softly as his hands roam up your shirt as you lead him, up your soft sides to hold you at the dip of your spine and pull you closer, closer so he can briefly press himself against you and tease what you’re doing to him.

“mmmyour lair’s’too far away, mr. vampire,” you mewl against him, faltering in your step slightly which prompts eddie to halt you and press you back into the wall, snorting even as he kisses you till you’re out of breath.

“good thing i’m, like, really fucking fast,” eddie all but growls, and before you have time to react he’s attempting to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs, just under your rear, pulling you up into him as you yelp with the loss of footing. your arms lock around his neck as you bury laughter into the crook of his neck, holding onto him for dear life as he tries to scurry away with you.

“MINE! MINE FOREVER!!” he’s cackling and you’re practically shrieking with giggles, bouncing in his arms with each step, clinging to him tight.

and far be it from eddie to watch where he’s going, keep track of his footing as he carries you, as when he thinks he’s reached the fully closed door to his bedroom, what he’s actually reached is the partially closed door to his bedroom — and when eddie leans back into it for balance, he finds it’s completely thrown out the window as you both stumble and fall backwards into his room.

the door slams open with the force, and eddie squeezes you to him as he tumbles backwards, shielding you from the fall against his chest as he grunts with the force of it. a cacophony of chaos and yet the two of you are still dying with laughter there on the floor of eddie’s room, a shuddering pile of wheezes and gasps and snorts.

eddie holds your cheeks and lifts your head, checking you over while you’re nearly in tears with glee.

“sh-shit! shit! y-you okay babe?? speak to me!! speak to me y/n, tell me you’re alright!!” he wails with increasingly sarcasm-laden dramatics and squeezes your cheeks. you sputter with giggles as your lips are compressed by his palms, unable to even try to answer as you’re wracked with all-consuming amusement. because eddie is nothing if not all-consuming.

down the hall in the kitchen, the microwave starts to beep, while from eddie’s room the sounds of kisses and laughter give it the finger.

[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

Author's note: I'm sorry.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

"Oh god! Eddie! Eddie, don't stop, don't stop!" Your knees are burning from the scratchy carpet beneath them, and your back is starting to ache from the harsh arch, but the way he was fucking you from behind, staring at you in the full length mirror of your bedroom was more than worth it.

"M'not gonna stop, baby, gotta feel you cream on my cock one more time before I fill this perfect pussy up, yeah? Can you do that for me, princess?" Eddie grits out, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and his pants and your moans

"Mm, yeah, but want you to cum in my mouth!" You cry out in pleasure as he pulls on your ponytail, yanking your head back.

"Jesus, fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?!" He growls, huffing out a laugh as you smirk at him. He pushes you back down so your chin is pretty much touching the floor, back arched so your ass is up for him as he fucks you, all the while you're maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

You'd already fucked most of the night and as soon as you'd woken up you had, quote, "sucked the soul" out of Eddie's cock, but you honestly couldn't get enough of each other. Once you had finished blowing him and he had finished fucking your brains out in your shower, you'd made him breakfast, bringing it up to your bedroom to eat and he'd said you looked fucking sexy with a plate of waffles in your hand, which had led to you on all fours in front of your mirror.

Your pussy was so sore, so sensitive but you couldn't give a fuck. You craved Eddie like nothing you'd ever experienced before, and he had told you the same. His cock pounds into your g-spot as he keeps a bruising hold on your hips, and your orgasm sneaks up on you, making you cry out his name and your knees almost give out.

"Shit, fuck, baby, turn around-" Eddie gasps, his breath hitching like it did before he came, and you quickly do so. Eddie whips off the condom and you swallow his cock down immediately, taking him to the back of your throat and allowing him to fuck your face. It only takes a few thrusts of his hips before he's spilling into your mouth with heavy pants and a grunt. Your eyes flick up to him as you take his load, pulling off his cock and showing him his seed on your tongue before swallowing with a devilish grin.

Eddie laughs in disbelief, collapsing onto your bed and pulling you with him.

"Where have you been all my life?" He asks, still breathing heavily as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Jesus, I think my dick is gonna fall off."

"Uh uh, not allowed, it's way too good to fall off." You giggle, brushing your nose against his. Eddie squeezed you tighter to him, and for a few minutes you laid in comfortable silence. And then that gnawing feeling reared its ugly head again. After a night of crazy good sex, where it was clear that both of you were after more than simply just getting off. Sleeping together in the same bed with Eddie's arms wrapped around you the ENTIRE time, watching movies together and cuddling, kisses that were soft, tender and loving, it was like you were a couple already.

So...were you?

"So, uh..." you both say at the same time.

"Oh, you first," Eddie says and you laugh, shaking your head.

"You first, I'm always the one talking first."

"Okay, so, uh, I've been thinking, you know, in the small amount of time I've had between, y'know, mind blowing orgasms." He chuckles, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at you laid next to him. "Is this-" he gestures between the two of you "I mean...do you want- I mean, I definitely want but I don't know if you want this to be- fuck, why is this so hard?"

You giggle, unable to hide your smile.

"Eddie, just say it." You say gently, and he links his fingers through yours.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Honestly, I was getting tired of waiting for you to ask," you grin, rolling on top of him and kissing him. "Yeah, I really wanna be your girlfriend. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Abso-fucking-lutley, baby."

**

A few weeks pass, and you and Eddie had made no secret of your relationship despite the odd looks you'd first gotten when you'd strolled through the halls of Hawkins High hand in hand. Eddie was reluctant at first, not wanting the backlash to rain down on you for dating the resident Satanic-cult leading freak, but you promptly told him that you did not care. You were happy, he was happy, fuck everyone else.

The last few weeks were a brilliant blur, filled with dates, DnD, make out sessions leading to more mind blowing orgasms than you could count, and late night sneaking out of the house, or sneaking Eddie into your room because you both missed each other too much. You knew you were in love with him, and he was with you, but neither of you had the balls to say it yet.

Well, at least that's what you thought.

On your month anniversary of dating, you and Eddie had arranged to meet in the woods after he'd carried out a quick deal; you weren't able to hang out tonight thanks to homework, but you had an hour to spend with your beloved Eddie before you'd have to go home. At least you'd have time to celebrate a little.

And Eddie was going to tell you he loved you.

Your last period was gym, which ran over a little, so Eddie had a little time to get himself to your spot, and make sure he looked presentable and not like a nervous wreck. He'd never told anyone he loved them before, apart from his mom years ago and maybe Wayne once or twice. And yeah sure he loved his guitar, and he loved Metallica and he loved weed but you....you came above all of that. His future, marriage, kids, all of that had never crossed his mind before you'd spoken to him and now, now it was all he could think about when he thought of you.

Maybe it was too soon, but Eddie was 20, soon to be 21, and Wayne had been nagging on him more and more recently to start getting his act together for a better future. He didn't want to be stuck in his grimy bedroom for the next 40 years.

Eddie's heart was already pounding and his palms were sweaty as the final bell of the day rang, and he quickly made his way to his locker to pick up some stuff before meeting you. He input the code, gave it a smack as usual and the door swung open, and a small Polaroid fell out and onto the floor by Eddie's feet.

"What the-" Eddie definitely hadn't left that there. He bent down, chuckling as he picked it up. You were so cute, leaving him little pictures in his-

"Fuck?" When he turned the Polaroid over, his blood ran cold.

It was a picture of a very naked you. He knew it was you, he'd had more than enough experience with your naked body to know it was, despite your face being cut off from your mouth up. Spread out on your back, tits on display and a hand teasingly covering your pussy. The hand that wasn't covering your pussy was sucking your finger suggestively. Below the photo was a note that made Eddie feel like he had been punched in the stomach and chest simultaneously.

You didn't think she really wanted you, did you?

Eddie's heart hammered in his fucking ears as he stuffed the picture into his pocket. He slammed his locker shut and stormed out of the building.

**

You didn't bother to change out of your gym clothes to meet Eddie; he'd made a comment about the shorts looking "fucking hot" on you once before and honestly, you pretty much figured they wouldn't be staying on for long.

When you approached your meeting spot, you immediately sensed something was off. Eddie was pacing, when usually he'd just be sat at the picnic bench rolling a joint or something. Maybe his deal hadn't gone well?

"Hey handsome," you smile as he glances in your direction as he hears you approaching. He doesn't return your smile. "Eddie? You okay?"

He lets out a humourless laugh, and your stomach twists. This wasn't like him at all. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, throwing it down onto the picnic table.

"So, Y/N, trying to make your way through all the guys in the senior year, huh? Ticked off all the guys on the football team, basketball team, swim team, thought you'd check off the freak of Hawkins too?"

You glance down at the object on the table, and your hand flies to your mouth when you realise what it is. You snatch it up, reading the note on the bottom.

"Eddie, this-this isn't what-"

"It looks like?" Eddie sneers and you flinch at his tone. It's cruel, cold, the opposite of your Eddie. "Please, Y/N, I'm not fucking stupid."

"And I'm telling you this isn't what you think!" You protest. "I'm with you, Eddie, I lo-"

"Don't. Don't fucking go there, Y/N." He hisses, and you curse at yourself for letting tears escape. "I'm sorry I put a temporary stop in your Dicks of Hawkins High checklist, but don't worry, you can tick me off and carry on."

"W-what?" Your blood runs cold and you stare at Eddie, who doesn't meet your eyes. His own eyes look red and wet and he hastily wipes at them with the sleeve of his shirt. "Eddie, what are you saying?"

He stays silent. You let out a sharp exhale, your sadness suddenly flipping to anger. Who the fuck did he think he was?!

"You're not even going to give me a chance to explain? You automatically just assume that, what, I'm a whore and this whole time I've just been gearing up to hurt you? Fuck you, Munson." You spit out with a venomous scoff, concealing a sob. He watches as you snatch up the picture and stuff it in your bag before walking away. When you've disappeared from sight, he drives his fist into the nearest tree trunk, cursing out loud.

What had he done?

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[hostilemuppet]

Saw the JD & Floyd post and was about to say “Maybe he should” but then it just made me sad. Like damn he cares about his family to the detriment of himself, what does that say about his relationship with Creek. I think I remember you writing something about Floyd realizing he’s genuinely fallen in love with him.

you want me to show how much thought ive put into tdau floyd? the funny cokehead with commitment issues? the guy who posts thirst traps out of spite? okay (keep in mind that most of this is just what *I* think and hasnt been cleared with alex, but when i write for floyd its genuinely what i consider in the back of my mind)

i think he was 13 y/o when he went out on his own (1999), began seeing the rest of the troll tree for himself, until he finally escaped on his own at around 15 (2001), a year before the entire tribe was evacuated (2002). he hitch hiked a bit and got to see a bunch of tribes but he only really got to see techno reef and volcano rock city, staying in vrc a lot longer (LONG before barb was in power and turned rocks view on pop from "they fucked up a really long time ago but were safe from them now" to "we need to colonise them back") and discovering a lot about himself in the process

he turned 18 (2004) and, as most ex-child stars do, immediately went IN on hard drugs and sex with strangers, as if thats the test for proving your adulthood. and he had a good time! he spent most of his life drugged to the gills and unable to look himself in the mirror the rare moments he was sober, but, yknow. details. then he got bored. and he went travelling again

at the age of 20 (2006) he left troll kingdom entirely. obviously he stayed CLEAR of bergen town (and silently prayed to whatever god pop trolls typically believe in that his family were safe and undigested). but he saw all sorts of places! places we havent seen yet, with species we havent seen yet, of extremely varying sizes! hell, he mightve met a species or two that are smaller than trolls! imagine that. but spending years travelling, it gets lonely. he never got to connect with anyone. hell, he never even had a real boyfriend! the most he had was that situationship he had that lasted 5 weeks before he got ghosted when that techno troll got back with his girlfriend. (its okay though, he channels his pain into his art, and that was one became his most popular song on bandcamp by a significant margin!)

at 27 years old (2013) he arrived in mount rageous. sure, they were huge, and he was terrified of being eaten, obviously. but they didnt want to eat him! they thought he was cute. and, he wont lie, he liked the attention. he became a novelty, that tiny little creature with his even tinier guitar, who apparently built up such a tolerance he can handle mount rageon drugs. imagine doing blow with stewert little. they loved him, as entertainment. he still didnt have anyone who loved him as a person, but at that point he was willing to settle.

when hes 36 (2023) he gets kidnapped by velvet & veneer, and of course no one thought to look for him. you wouldnt notice if the mouse in your house suddenly went missing. at most youd think someone you live with finally took care of it, and youd move on with your life.

the events of the movie happen, hes reunited with his siblings, he actually feels valued as a person again, AND to top it all off, those two months in the bottle did WONDERS for detoxing. next time he tries pop troll coke he actually feels a buzz! he never thought hed see the day!

brozone reunite, we see the early days of their career carry out in the au. floyd feels like hes on top of the world. hes got his family back, hes back in pop village (albeit, its a different pop village than he knew. hell, they used to all it troll village back then!) hes releasing actual music again, and not just busking for tips (its okay he didnt need much, he rented out a mouse hole for cheap). but he wants an actual connection. he wants a relationship. but hes never actually had that! hes never even felt respected by a potential partner! so he goes back to random hookups. and, yknow, its fun, he guesses. but he wants more

the first troll who seems to actually take interest in him as anything more than a hot piece of ass or "that guy from brozone" rocks his world. hes ashamed to admit that after knowing the guy for 3 hours he already thought about spending the rest of his life with him. he just wasnt used to being spoken to like a person by anyone other than immediate family members! its okay though, he couldnt scare him off, because he was being paid to be there, and after recording himself getting in floyds pants (the only way he knows how to show affection at this point) it was all over the internet

so, you know, obviously floyd wasnt doing great. hes gotten good at hiding his feelings (not like anyone really cares about them anyway) but he was clearly struggling. he did what he does best, and turned it into a joke, so maybe itd hurt a little less. he probably made it worse, but at least he was numb now. he goes back to hookups, deciding hell never have an actual boyfriend, hell never get married, and hes okay with that. well, hes clearly not, but its not like anyone ever asked, so he has to deal.

then he meets creek. and at this point hes not stupid. hes not that naive little kid anymore, and when he wakes up the next morning and realises his newest one night stand was that guy, the asshole, the one who everyone hates, he knows hes the butt of the joke, again. theres probably a camera, again. he leaves before creek wakes up.

but then he meets him again, a few days later. and creek says how much of a shame it is he never got his digits. and floyd doesnt know what to make of this. but he knows he shouldnt trust him. he heard everything riff said about him, everything BRANCH said about him. he knows every one of creeks crimes. but maybe he just wants to have some fun, yknow? everyones always fucking with him, maybe he wants to play around sometime. show the world hes not some little helpless doll.

what follows is about a year and a half of gay chicken on expert mode. creek pretends to love floyd. floyd pretends he doesnt know creeks pretending. floyd feels in control, almost. he gets comfortable. he refuses to believe its love, how could it be love? theyre awful to each other. but its, technically, his first real relationship. he tries not to think about it.

maybe encouraging creek to propose was a little more than seeing how far he can push him before he snaps. maybe he wanted to prove that hes worth it, even if the other guy wasnt. maybe he genuinely cried when he got angelinas egg, even if hed rather die than let creek see him express genuine emotions. he knows hes the sensitive one, but hes more than brozone. hes a person. a person that people dont ever seem to want to know.

then he realises. hes not the only one whos gotten comfortable. creek looks... not happy, exactly. but content. and floyd thinks thats terrifying. its too far, thats not how any of this was supposed to work. it was REVENGE. floyd was fucking with him, because creek was fucking with him first! now hes married, hes MARRIED, with KIDS, TWINS! THAT HE NAMED! and he loves them! and he loves creek! and creek loves him! hes gonna be sick. he cant do this. he cant be here. he lives in a mansion but its suffocating him. he leaves. he divorces creek.

hes miserable again. jd doesnt notice bc hes "the sensitive one", and his other brothers dont know how to bring it up without making it worse. branch is the only one who asks how hes holding up, but he just says hes fine, hell bounce back. he doesnt bounce back

when he meets creek again, he wants to cry. he wants to get on his hands and knees and beg him to take him back, but he has a LITTLE bit of self respect left. when he finds out creek missed him too its more than he can take. when they get drunk, and floyd forces jd to re-marry them, floyd actually feels like a person. a broken person, who healed in a creek-shaped mould, but a person nonetheless. and maybe thats all he can ask for