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Sunshine for three sentence brain wake up?
âRupee for your thoughts?â
Sky glances to his right as Warriors flops down, a casual grin on his lips.
âYou looked like you were deep in thought.â
The Skyloftian hums and cocks his head, smiling softly as he murmurs, âjust admiring the sunshine.â
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Hi it's me again, thxx for making req rules. Ok so I have like a rlly smutty prompt so it's totes cool if ur not on board but I was thinking like a crossover? Like imo Abby is my fav but I was thinking like a sub being passed around like a blunt between Ellie, Abby, and Vi. X reader ofc, dom!Ellie, dom!Abby, and dom!vi? Thx again!
being passed around by ellie, abby and vi.
it started off as a simple evening with some friends. after meeting at that stingy lesbian bar, the one with sticky carpets and burning liquor. after a night of drunken karaoke and sloppy dancing, it was abbyâs idea to hang out after being kicked out.
âwe can go back to my place. my roommateâs out at some girls house.â she said, a smile on her face. you all nodded along, the girl with pink hair, and the face tattoo grinned while ellie, the auburn haired girl smiled softly, the more quiet of the four of you. you all drove after abby desperately, abby and ellie both in trucks, vi at the end in a motorcycle.
after arriving at abbyâs apartment, you all got settled in the living area, you somehow ended up sat inbetween all of them. sipping beers turned into ellie rolling up a blunt for everyone to share. stingy? sure. hot? absolutely. she handed it to you to light first, her eyes looking you over as you lit the blunt, handing her the lighter back, her tattooed arm putting it back into her flannel pocket.
you inhaled the smoke, the smooth crackling of the blunt, you passed it onto vi, who smirked taking it from you, lulling her head back onto the couch as she breathed it out.
the records started playing, conversations rolling, all of you in a spacy giggly high. god. making new friends is fun! it seemed everyone was into one another, but thatâs what you get for going to a lesbian bar on a friday night. you donât remember exactly how abbyâs hand ended up on your thigh, viâs muscled arm around your shoulder, the way ellie was sat on the floor infront of the couch, her back against the coffee table, as you all giggled at a bra that was laid across the floor, by an ajar door. âthatâs from a girl my roommate brought over, manny. i swear!â abby says. âhe never cleans up around here.â
you also arenât sure exactly how you and vi ended up kissing, you had your eyes closed, losing yourself in the moment, until you felt abbyâs breath on your neck, as she watched closely, the strings of saliva being passed between you and vi, âhey. our turn.â you hear abby says, you furrow your eyebrows, but when vi pulls away her lips from yours and holds your jaw, turning it to give abby access to your lips you let out a soft moan, you didnât know what was going on, but when you opened your eyes slightly, and saw ellieâs needy and curious gaze over you and abby, you felt the warmth and wetness between your legs. âso pretty.â abby murmurs, when you felt vis hands behind you, on the small of your back as she gently tugged up your top, you knew it was wrong. god what were you doing? but soon enough, your arms were raised above your head, lips disconnected from abbyâs.
you heard abby giggling softly as she watched vi undress you, vi smirked, and you felt a snap on your hip, after showing off your little thong string to the others, she snapped it back onto you. âthis okay, cupcake?â vi asked, and you nodded, resting your head back against her shoulder.
soon enough your little shorts were being taken off by abby, vis hands massaging your breasts the whole time. ellie stayed stationary and curious on the other end of the sofa, her thighs clenched together.
âfuck it.â abby said, looking up into your eyes for consent, and when you nodded, she pulled your panties to the side, gently pushing her finger through your folds, exploring. âsheâs wet already.â vi said, you covered your face in embarrassment, but as she held you in her arms from behind, you didnât do anything to stop them. of course. you felt a strong pressure, abby pushing in her thick fingers, your walls clenching around her as you rolled your hips in a circle. abby smirked, as she pumped her finger in and out, slipping in another one âoh absâ!!â you moaned, turning your head behind to ground yourself by kissing vis lips. vi then adjusted to sit by your side, her fingers moving down to your clit, toying with it while abby pumped in and out of you relentlessly. your breath quickened, you couldnât help but look down. two people pleasuring you at once, when you heard via soft murmur to ellie- âwanna get over here, el?â she asks. and ellie nods. a curious nod, you could see her thighs clenched together and her gaze darting all over you, the way your hips rolled into abbyâs pumps, and the way your eyebrows furrowed together.
she moved to sit beside you, while the other girls fuck you. she looks into your eyes, while her fingers lay hesitant over your mouth. you take her long fingers in your mouth, licking them which guides her to push them in gently, sheâs in awe at the way you suck her fingers, the way you stop when abbyâs biceps clench when she curls her fingers inside you and you just have to gasp. vi smirked at ellie. nodding at watch she was doing. all of the girls paying attention to the way you sucked ellies fingers.
after you came, they looked at you in pure awe. âjeez cupcake. good job.â vi says, as she pats your cheek gently, moving herself off the couch, kneeling between your legs as abby lets vi take her spot, you felt vis warm tongue and powder blue eyes laser gaze staring up at you as the licked you clean with her tongue. âellie. you wanna help?â she asks, and ellie nods, looking to you for approval with her eyes, and when you nod she scrambles to the floor beside vi, licking a stripe up your slit, gently sucking the folds, wanting every drop. she sucked your slit until you sighed, pushing her head away gently, and you laugh, collapsing onto the back of the couch.
god. yall would never see eachother again.
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Hello Rye darling! Happy holiday season(if you celebrate) and happy almost birthday! May I have slice one sfw with Ume with number 6 (or 20 if it speaks to you more.) Also It might be early but extra good luck on your finals!! đâ¨
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prompt: 20 - âis that my shirt?â characters: umemiya hajime (wbk) x gn!reader contents: fluff !! did i characterise him correctly here idk :/ wc ~ 1k (a few words extra but oh well)
a/n: mariii thankyou sm for participating and the kind words (and the one from my tree as well) ilyy !! <3 i will do my super duper best on my finals now thx to you >:)) and happy holidays to u too !! hopefully i did your man justice with this đââď¸
getting up late on a tuesday morning was not on your to-do-list this week.
working a morning shift as a waitress at cafe pothos alongside kotoha, youâd usually clock in a few hours before midday but youâd promised kotoha to help out with todayâs opening, which means you have to be there much earlier than usual.
you had it all planned out too; wake up just as the sun rises, greet your elderly neighbours who tend to wake up at ass oâclock in the morning and maybe lend a hand or two if they ever decide todayâs a good day to finally fix their broken porch lamp, and then if youâre feeling up to it, maybe grab some warm pastries from cactus as your breakfast.
well, you were supposed to do all that.
but after such an exhausting day of running errands for the townsfolk with your boyfriend the day prior, you were out cold the moment your beloved ume offered to give you a piggyback ride home. your body was so worn out that you slept even worse than the dead!
turning the corner and almost tripping on your feet on the snowy pavement, the clock strikes the hour at which your usual shift starts.
oh, youâre so screwed.
youâll never hear the end of it. kotoha will start nagging about ditching her and will forever hold it against you (though you know itâs never going to be in malice), and youâd be labelled as a bad friend (by your own self), and she might not deem you reliable anymore (thatâs what you think, at least), and - andâ
âIâM SO SORRY IâM LATE!â without thinking twice, you burst through the entrance of cafe pothos, the door slamming back against the wall as you chest rises and falls rapidly from how heavily youâre breathing. you brace your palms on your thighs, feeling the cramps crawling up your muscles from the sudden morning workout.
silence meets you as a response, and you slowly raise your head after a few choked breaths. the sight that greets you makes you burn almost as hot as the sun, if not more.
kotoha with her hands holding a container of sauce, hovers in midair above a plate of omurice for sakura who sits just in front of her with his face resembling a deer caught in headlights. you can see some (or is that half of them?!) of the main furin boys are huddled together in one table, now silenced at the sight of you. your best friend blinks in surprise at your sudden appearance before she opens her mouth, âoh, youâre heââ
kotoha doesnât get to finish her sentence.
out of nowhere there is a body barrelling towards you, knocking the air out of your lungs as the person pulls you into a crushing hug.
âY/N, MY DEAR, THERE YOU ARE!â
your lips part in surprise just as you hear sakura chokes on his saliva somewhere in the back. âhajime?! wh-what are you doing here?â you stumble over your words, slightly pulling away from his hold.
umemiya looks at you with a particular shine in his eyes, crystalline hues gleaming with that clear adoration. you bashfully duck your head away to look at kotoha instead.
âplease, donât mind about this morning. this guy has already told me that you wouldnât be here for the opening so he offered to help instead.â she explains while nodding towards ume, smiling as she pushes the plate of omurice towards a flustered sakura. the boy immediately digs in, trying his best to not look so visibly affected by how intimately close ume is holding you to him.
you turn back to your boyfriend, stunned. âyou did that?â almost as if proud of himself, he eagerly nods, grinning so widely that even you canât help but to smile along.
ââcourse i did! you were so tired last night so i figured you needed the rest. canât have my pretty girl deprived of her beauty sleep, now can we?â he gently croons before placing a little boop on the tip of your nose, causing you to flush under his stare.
then he perks up again as he seemingly remembers something, âoh, right! come inside, come inside! some new ingredients just arrived this morning so our amazing kotoha here has been trying out new recipes with us!â ume urges you to unzip your jacket so that he could hang it up for you, though when you do as he instructed, his eyes are immediately drawn to the baby blue sweater youâre wearing underneath.
you questioningly follow his gaze, and the two of you lift your heads up at the same time to look at each other. âis that my shirt?â he asks, head tilting to the side like a curious puppy.
the piece of clothing is obviously big on you, the sleeves running past the length of your arms and causing your hands to form cute little sweater paws that had ume nearly melted on the spot. thereâs a little âU.Hâ scrawled just at the hem of the sweater, faint and thoroughly faded from the amount of wear and wash; a habit the well-known umemiya hajime had picked up from the years heâd been living in the orphanage.
you scrunch up your nose, cringing slightly as youâre reminded of your panicked state earlier this morning that you didnât even bother looking at what shirt youâd grabbed from the closet.
âyeah, itâs yoursâŚâ you trail off and before you know it, ume is pulling you into another hug, nuzzling your cheek with his as he rambles on about âhow beautiful his girlfriend isâ or âahh, sheâs so adorable i might just die here!â or something along those lines.
at that point, sakura is shoving all the food into his mouth like thereâs no tomorrow, suo and nirei are worried over sakura, hiragi is yelling at ume to âat least let your girlfriend sit down first! youâre blocking the entrance!â, kotoha is shaking her head in exasperation while the others just laugh, mildly entertained at the whole ordeal.
what a way to start your morning, huh?
slipped in a lil ume hc of mine as well :>
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pairing(s) â JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc â 1.5k synopsis â jamie canât keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)
note â titleâs from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if youâve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xxÂ
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cw â alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbhÂ
jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.
he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not youâhe's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.
objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.
âand he had a tent in his pants to prove it.
it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now heâand his raging hard-onâare paying the price.
he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.
it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.
someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laughâmakes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.
jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit itâplease."
fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.
"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.
"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."
"touch me here."
blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"
"touch. me. here."
each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequencesâand shynessâbe damned.
"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."
you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"
"are too." he smiles up at you.
"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.
jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.
you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."
"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.
"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymoreâand i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."
jamie snorts.
you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as anyâtrevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's abilityâor inabilityâto seal the deal.
"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"
what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.
you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.
jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.
"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.
you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stopâi got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"
"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."
"âjamie, please, just... just touch me alreadyâneed t'feel you."
chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.
how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.
you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.
"âhaven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"
"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."
you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.
yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny youâor himself.
"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.
too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.
his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.
"âj-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "âclose, s'close."
oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.
"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."
you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.
jamie, jamie, jamieâthe beginning, middle, and end of your thoughtsâjamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.
"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "pleaseâkiss my neck again."
your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.
your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heartâor the sanityâto chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.
but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.
"get a room, you two!"
a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.
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enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3
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being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.
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 WORD COUNT; 5.4k words
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 TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut
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 WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)
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 NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!
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 SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie
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 SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi
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 MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia
When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.
You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.
You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.
"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.
It's my job to take care of you.
"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him toâapathetic. Indecipherable.
"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."
Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."
There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.
In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.
Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.
You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full heightâhaving no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.
Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.
Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suitâbreathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.
As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.
Who is that? Her boyfriend?
No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.
So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.
The real question is: would he let you smash?
Fuck you.
You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.
You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.
Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.
You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.
But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yoursâmaking your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.
"What are youâ?"
You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the groundâthrowing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!
"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.
Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."
"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."
Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.
Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.
When he brings a car of his own, however...
"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"
"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."
That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.
So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...
"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"
"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."
The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.
"Fine."
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Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.
Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.
He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?
You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgownâflashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.
However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.
Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.
You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.
"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.
"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"
You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."
"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every nightâ"
"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"
"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."
You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"
Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.
"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."
You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.
"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.
To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."
"Gee, way to be reassuring."
Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbowsâexposing a good deal of his toned arms.
You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.
You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.
"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrowâ"
You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."
"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I knowâsomeone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."
"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."
The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.
But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.
"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."
"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."
He's so fucking infuriating.
The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.
...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.
You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.
You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.
Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filterâkilling it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.
With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.
"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your tiâ"
You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of youâboth knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.
"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.
"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."
Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...
"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.
Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.
"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."
When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.
But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back upâtugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.
Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.
You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couchâone of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.
You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.
But then again, who fucking cares?
"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"
"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.
Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"
You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.
It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attentionâsuckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.
"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"
Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breastsâleaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.
"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."
Fuck.
Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.
"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."
"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.
He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hairâmoans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.
Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channelâdark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.
You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.
The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cuntâgetting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.
"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"
You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.
"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit againâsteadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"
Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.
Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.
Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all upâhis sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.
It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.
"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?
"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."
He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desireâMingyu can't say for sure just yet.
But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.
His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculptureâall lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.
"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"
"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."
Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.
You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chestâeasing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.
"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"
You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."
"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."
He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.
Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips backâmaking you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.
"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"
You can't even process what he's saying right nowâtoo lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.
"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruisesâunrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so muchâoh!"
You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofaâeasing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.
Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.
"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."
I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.
"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.
"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."
"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."
"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."
Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you intoâplunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.
As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erraticâhips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.
You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.
At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.
"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.
"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want itâwant it so bad."
Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.
"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."
He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.
You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shutâtears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.
"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."
You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch insideâyour tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.
It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.
"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."
You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.
"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"
You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.
"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."
You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.
⢠end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!
that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue
++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!
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Hi hi hi hello!!!! Can I request Tim Wright, Brian Thomas and Ticci Toby x (gn) reader, where reader has been working under Slenderman far longer than them? Like they are known as Slenderman's number 1 worker/puppet as he trusts them the most but Reader absolutely despises it but can't really rebel or else they get punished
The boys get assigned a mission with the reader or something and they slowly start knowing the real reader and liking them
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youâre not too bad after all. . .
Pairing: Proxies ( masky , hoody, toby) x (gn!) reader
tags/warnings: (1k or more) , bit of gore & blood . lmk if anything else i need to add ^^.
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Youâve know your boss for quite some time now. for as long as you remember actually. starting from that devastating night that youâll never forget. canât even sleep without nightmares plunging your dreams, constantly reminding you of your mistakes. you were simply just hanging out with your closest friends at that time in woods that now your fulling regretting . you tried changing the plans to be elsewhere but all of your friends dismissed your worries and suspicions of the woods. wonât even answer your questions but peer pressure you to just trust them. little do they and even you that slender had plans for you and your friends.
this tragic event happened with in a flash. your friends kept mumbling, giggling , even shouting harsh remarks about the woods. of course you join in the fun but thereâs just strange lingering feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach. even in the back of your mind you knew that this wasnât any ordinary woods , too many trees surrounding the place, no other trespassers either. it was just you and your friends. thereâs something here that says without any explanation: get out of the woods.
next thing you know it screams of your friends entered your ears. one by one there blood was on the your hands. after you realize what you have done. it was to late. your now standing in front of a suited man that has no face that has his hand stretched out for you to grab.
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suddenly you woke up gasping for air, as if you just finished a race. your forehead partially drenched with sweat. one hand placed on the crown of your temple while the other is clutching your bedsheets out of dear life . looking around the room with paranoid eyes and slowly realizing that your safe. you closed your eyes for bit trying to grasp reality at the moment until a familiar static was interrupting your thoughts . you groaned loud out of a frustration. great another mission you mentally sighed. closed your eyes for a bit trying to get rid of the leftover sleep before getting up from bed and getting ready to complete another mission
once your ready for the day, you left your cabin double checking if you locked the door. how could you forget, paranoia has you in a chokehold ever since the incident. walking around the forest, hearing the familiar sounds of your shoes crunching the leaves on the ground , hearing the birds flying and chirping . it lessen your anxiety a little, itâs better than hearing screams of terror coming from someone else mouth.
stepping foot now to your normal area where your normal assisted to whatever he wants you to do. you donât like your new life at all, you wished you can go back in time. where everything is normal. but you simply canât because once he has you under his control⌠thereâs no way of getting out. itâs endless cycle. even if you have âdiedâ, you always. always without of doubt mange to come back from the last place you came from. it doesnât even help that your known to be his top proxy. many of your âcolleaguesâdespise you because after everything they all been through you mange to his top rank proxy. completely your missions without complains. he trust you to do his dirty bidding.
rebelling is a no go. you have tried multiple or even numerous times of escaping his grasp on you. it always the same, you start a new life thinking you have everything under control. you have friends and a capable job but at the end of the day it manages to find you again. hearing that god awful static noise that makes you want to cry out of fear. you pass out and you return outside of your cabin. your back to step 1 again.
your quite lost in thought until you heard some quiet mumbling from your spot of the woods. you raised an eyebrow and cross both of arms while walking slowly to the sound itâs coming from.
â o-oh itâs you..!â your body tense a bit , eyes wondering where the sound is coming from . a firm hand placed on your shoulder and directed where he is standing, caught a glimpse of a young boy around the same age as you . wearing orange goggles thatâs placed on top his head , turtle neck under a hoodie that seen better days , same that goes for his jeans and boots , messy and unbrushed brunette hair. gave the young man a weak wave as a greeting then looking pass him. two other man that looks older than both of us. one of them wearing a yellow hoodie and the other wearing a red plaid shirt smoking a cigarette both having a conversation that couldnât be heard with in ear shot .
â oh.. umâŚâ you stumbled your words a bit trying to think about what to say next to the brunette boy , but a man who wear red plaid shirt interrupted your thoughts. cleared his throat and stomped the cigarette on the ground. â ainât going to tell us who you are.â he crossed his arms and gave you a weak glare. poor guy looks he hasnât slept in days. â everybody here knows who you are y/n , your particularly his favorite proxy.â he chuckled dryly lacking any ounce of humor. he try to maintain a calm tone but there was hint of jealousy surrounding his words.
not know what to say next, the man that was leaning against a tree , jabbed his friend on the shoulder from his comment. the yellow hooded man looking at you now and gave a smile, that didnât quite reach his eyes. he waved his hand in the air . shook his head a bit and gave his friend a weak scowl , â sorry about him.. heâs a bit tired today, â he mumbled out a apology before looking at you . âwe all just completed a mission but weâre just now assigned to another one and it looks coming with us.â he pointed to himself, â iâm brian.â pointed to his friend,â thatâs tim.â tim let out a small grunt as a response. and then at brunette boy,âand thatâs toby .â you nodded at him. just after he introduced you to his friends , toby and tim went straight for the truck. guessing that tim truck you mentally told yourself. brian with his back turned and walked towards the vehicle he signal you to follow him. â come on.. we donât have all day.â you followed him almost immediately.
after the completing the mission. day after day it looks like youâve joined there little group. you figured out whoâs the leader of the group without much thought. it didnât brother you or anything it was almost a breath of fresh air since it was only you all the time. the more missions you all finished, the closer you all got. there all were pretty distant with you but the first one that decided to talked you was toby. his tics didnât never bother you nor his mood swings. you gave the space he needs before coming back to talk to him again . you listen to him talk about anything to whatever come across his mind without any judgment.
brian couldnât tell him much about himself because he assumes right after be coming a proxy, his memories were immediately wiped out and only remembers knows the present. same goes wth Tim. in the other hand, was the most difficult to connect with. not only he was a bit rude and an asshole there was an invisible boundary between you and him. although day after day he seems to loosen up a bit, he started being protective of you and youâve picked up a habit of carrying a lighter even though you donât smoke. it was for a particularly for tim.
one particular night, you all coming back a really difficult mission. it tired everyone out but least itâs over with now. walking on a trail that everyone knows by heart, you stopped for a bit while others paused there walking.
â everythinâ alright ?â tim mumbled while blowing out some smoke. even though his back was turned you can tell he was worried.
you let out a tiny yawn , rubbing your eyes seems like your body wants to sleep now. by why now you thought to yourself. toby hurried to walk to your side and immediately put an arm around shoulder. â you can lean against me while we walk.â he said. you nodded and gave me a light smile before walking again.
there was silence for bit, before you opened your mouth to say something. â you know you guys are that bad after all⌠â you creaked a smile and leaning against toby neck, your eyes looking up and you can tell he was smiling underneath the muzzle mask. â your not bad to yourself darlin..â tim said with a half smirk while huffing his final smoke before stomping it on the ground. brian only nodded agree with timâs comment. maybe this life wasnât too bad after allâŚ
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bye â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë | jack hughes



âmaybe someday we'll look back with love.â
âź pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader
âź summary: feeling down, an ad for lacuna inc. makes its way to your doorstep, prompting you to travel to new york city and erase your memory of the one thing that's hurting you...
âź fiaâs note đ: eee i love this song! this album is 100% a no-skip album! again, thx for joining us on this 13-part-series <3 pls enjoy âbyeâ â¤ď¸âđĽâ¤ď¸âđĽ
eternal sunshine hq â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë
prev part: intro (end of the world) â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë
*â ° .ă. ⢠â . ° .⢠°:. *â ° . â
He still lingered around your house. Memories of you two slow dancing in the kitchen, sitting on countertops as he stands between your legs, dolloping whip cream on your nose as you laughed like it was the funniest thing on the planet. Honestly, to you, it was the funniest thing on the planet. You two lived in your own world; on your own planet. Everyone saw it that way, and for while, you did too.
You had been meaning to ship his belongings back to him: the red and black Devils sweatshirts piled on your dresser, the teddy bear he won you during your trip to Coney Island, the cologne he left on your desk in case you missed him while he was on a road trip. You couldnât stay in your apartment anymore. Every time you came back to the beige walls of your small home, you were greeted with reminders of Jack. And it stung every single time.
Collecting his items from around your apartment, you stuffed them into a white cardboard box. You didnât know what you would do with it. Maybe you could ding dong ditch Jack and just leave the items at his doorstep, or maybe you could burn it somewhere with your best friend, Courtney. Upon deciding your next step, a slip of paper slid underneath your door.
You stood there for a moment, watching the paper sit in its place, its words tucked to the underbelly of the pamphlet. Walking over, you cautiously kneeled down and turned the sheet over.
âLacuna, inc.
They say time heals all wounds, but the hardest part about dealing with a wound in your past is not the pain, or having to relive it again and again. The hardest part is that it makes you question who you are. Donât let the memory define you. Erase it. Start anew. Reinvent yourself without the lingering thought of them in your mind, and the prospect of questioning your abilities in the future.Â
Visit Lacuna, inc. at 210 E Grand St. New York, NY 10019. Call us at +1 (917) 964 - 3205.
Become yourself again.â
It felt stupid, right? Erasing the memory of Jack Hughes and your relationship with him from your entire memory? It felt extreme and dangerousâhighly unlike you. But that was the thing that broke the camelâs back in the first place. You couldnât be what Jack wanted you to be. You couldnât be spontaneous and take risks and be dangerous. Maybe it was time to start? Because for the past two months, you felt this unbearable ache in your chest and you were tired of feeling it. You were tired of wondering if you were enough, or if you could ever be happy again.
This could fix that. It could fix everything. It could fix you.Â
Which was why you found yourself in the driver's seat of your car, your collection of items that reminded you of Jack in the passenger seat beside you, and your GPS pulled up with the location of Lacuna, inc. in New York City.
You were going to become yourself again.Â
*â ° .ă. ⢠â . ° .⢠°:. *â ° . â
The waiting room was small: uncomfy chairs lining the perimeter of the room, a table in the center with research about lacunar amnesia and the safety of the practice, and ugly overhead lighting that made you feel like you were little again, waiting nervously at the doctorâs office.
A brown clipboard laid on your thighs with a waiver, asking you if you really wanted to do it. There was no going back. There was no regaining the memory of Jack Hughes after the procedure. Once it was gone, it was goneâ for good. No more Jack.Â
You could move onâthe same way it looked like he already had.
âYou have given extensive thought behind your decision and give âLacuna, inc.â exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your mind: Yes or Noâ
With a shaky breath, you checkmarked: Yes.
A couple minutes later, your name was called by one of the nurses and you were carrying your box of Jackâs things into the procedure room. They took the box from your hands, laying it on a table with big machinery and lasers. This whole thing felt foreign to you, but you were ready.
Sitting down in a chair at the center of the room, they strapped patches to your temples as you sat with your hands intertwined in your lap. Your heartbeat raced on the monitor beside you as you closed your eyes, letting the memories take you for the last time.Â
âMarry me,â Jack blurted as you laid in his arms on the sofa of his apartment. He could feel you tense up. He could feel your breath stutter and you rise from your position.
âWhat?â you asked, unsure if you had heard him correctly. You started dating Jack when you were 20. You had a year left of college, he was already playing in the NHL, and you had never met anyone quite like him. He was carefree and limitless. He believed that anything was possible; that logistics werenât important. You were the one that kept him leveled; that yes, ideas and fantasy is important, but the actuality of it is important too.
âMarry me,â he repeated. He said it so simply, as if it held the same weight as asking if you wanted to go out for ice cream later, or if you wanted to stay in or go out for dinner tonight.
You furrowed your brows, your mouth running dry. âWeâre 22, Jack.â
He scoffed, mirroring your body language as he rose from his position on the couch. âSo?â he shrugged. He took your hands in his as you failed to meet his green eyes. âI want to be with you, Y/N. I know that more than anything. You can move in with me, we could get engaged now and married next year, my grandmother would love you, andââ
âJackââ
âMy brothers already consider you a part of the familyââ
âJackââ
âWhy donât we just make it official, you know? You could be family andââ
âJack stop,â you scolded, removing your hands from his as he stared at you with a look youâve never seen before. Heâs never been the level-headed type. Heâd always been one to fantasize, but this felt extreme. You two were still young, you were still trying to find a stable job and make a name for yourself. You couldnât get married now. âListen to yourself. I donât even have a stable job.â
âYou donât need one!â he exclaimed. âI can work, I can make enough for the both of us, you donât need to worry about money.â
You stood up from the couch, fuming. How could he just dismiss everything youâve ever worked for like that? âBut I want to work.â
âSo work,â he shrugged. âFind a job, I donât know! All I know is that I want to get married to you. Donât you want that with me?â
You paced around the living room, trying to wrap your head around everything. âYes, of course I want that with you, Jack. I just,â you took a deep breath. âI donât want that right now.â
You watched him recoil. He wanted it now, you could see it in the way he goes silent, and the way he looks as if he wants to be nowhere near you right now. âWhen do you want it then?â
It wasnât like you had a set date in mind, but it sounded like all he could hear from you was that you didnât want to get married. He didnât want to listen to you. Whenever anything deviated from what he wanted, he shut down. That was just who he was, always has been.Â
You crossed your arms, holding yourself as if that was the only thing that felt familiar to you in that moment. âI donât know. When weâre 24? 25?â
âTwo more years?â he questioned incredulously. If he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, why couldnât he just wait?
âJack, your fans donât even know weâre dating!â you shouted. âHow are they going to feel when they find out youâre fucking married? Would you even tell them or would you just keep me a secret for the rest of our lives?â
âYou know I wouldnât do that to you.â
âIâm just not ready, and you know you arenât either.â
He laughed, but it felt poisonous, like venom was dripping from his tongue. It didnât feel like his infectious laughs that you wanted to replay in your mind for the rest of your life. It felt like a memory you needed to erase. âWhat are you saying, Y/N? This isnât just a random thought. Iâve been thinking about this for a while now. And I guess, I just thought that you were thinking about it, too.â
âI have been! Just...not now, Jack. Why canât you just listen to me? Itâs not just you involved in this! This is both of our lives that this is affecting!â
âWell, I didnât think it would be such a terrible thing for you.â
You couldnât believe what he was saying. He was acting as if the two years you had spent together were nothing to you. âI never said that and you know that.â
âYeah? Well, it sure feels like it.â
âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
It was like you hit a nerve. Like you touched something that you never knew was beneath him. âThen why are you even with me? If Iâm so unbelievable.â
âYou canât be serious, Jack,â you shook your head, rounding the corner of the room and towards your shoes that were laid at the entrance of the apartment. You pointed at him as he followed you. âYouâre acting like a child. Grow up!â
âMe? Youâre the one thatâs scared of committing!â
âIâm not scared of committing to you, Jack. Iâm scared of not being me anymore. You need to know the difference!â
âThen tell me the fucking difference, because right now, it just feels like weâre breaking up.â
Your head shook, your fingers didnât feel like your fingers anymore, and in real life, in that office chair, your eyes scrunched and your breathing quickened. You couldnât relive this. Somehow, it hurt more the second time.
âI donât even know who I am yet!â you threw your hands in the air. âAnd you just expect me to be Mrs. Hughes? To be a part of your family? To make me⌠yours?â
âCome on, Y/N. Youâre being dramatic. Youâre acting like Iâm taking you, or something.â
âIâm not dramatic, youâre just not listening to me!â
âIâm trying, okay? Iâm trying to listen to you, but youâre making this so fucking difficult. You make everything fucking difficult. Youâre just too much sometimes.â
You didnât even know you were crying by then, but you were. You were sniffling as you walked around the apartment, grabbing your jacket from the couch, your purse from the dining table, and your shoes from the entryway. You could hear him pestering you with questions: Where are you going? Weâre not done with this. Are we breaking up? If you leave, weâre done.
But youâve spent your life being a people pleaser. Youâve abandoned yourself time and time again to make ends meet. Youâve skipped so many important events to go to his games, and to meet him in California just because he asked you to, and at the most important times of your career, times when you asked him to just stop by for a second so you could have one familiar, comforting face, he had a game, or he had to go out with the guys for âteam-bondingâ, or something else of higher matter just took priority. All you asked for was effort from both sides.Â
So to hear that you prioritizing yourself for the first time was dramatic? You couldnât hear him anymore. All you wanted was to get the hell out of thereâeven if it meant breaking up.
Courtney pulled up outside as you rushed into her car, your chest heaving and tears spilling out of your eyes. She didnât ask what happened, she could tell from your texts that it was something bad, something unrecoverable.
But, as if saying it out loud would help you comprehend it for yourself, you said the undeniable.
âI think we just broke up.â
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hi! about the prompt list, could you do 6, 21 and 38 for jackson wang? fluff or angst, it's up to you. thx
Sure here you go. đ I hope you like it. I did more of a mix of fluff and angst but itâs mostly fluff. But I don't know if I like the ending. Anyways thanks for requesting.
Tw: mentions of blood and alcohol.
đŤRain & Wounds.đŤ( Requested)

Angst đ | Fluff đ| Gender neutral reader đ | Romanceđš |Request đŤ| Scenarioâ¨
Genre: Jackson Wang x reader
Theme : Friends to lovers
Summary: After an eventful night out with friends things between you and Jackson change forever.
Rating: Pg13
Word Total: 1,898
âStop moving Youâre making things worse for yourself.â You tell Jackson as you try to bandage his hand for the third time. You were out at a club when a guy started hitting on you. You tried to reject him, but he wasnât in the mood to take no for an answer. Soon it caught the attention of a slightly drunk Jackson and letâs just say things went left from there. The night didnât start out with him getting in a fight the complete opposite actually. Originally you were supposed to be out celebrating after you got the news that Your book had become a New York times best seller. However, as the night went on the group of friends that yâall were with suggested going clubbing. Fast forward a few hours and now here you are at 3 am in the bathroom of your two-bedroom apartment with medical supplies and a drunk Jackson to look after.
âIâm fine really.â Jackson stated trying to move you out of his way.
âYou are far from it actually. âYou tell him while placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back towards the counter. âYour hand has a huge gash on it and youâre bleeding on my floor.â You state in a matter-of-fact tone.
For as long as youâve known him Jackson had always been protective of you. Though you mentioned on multiple occasions that you are in fact grown and can take care of yourself, part of him could never quite let you.
âOh, please that guy had it coming.â Jackson exclaimed. Reaching into the first aid kit you grab an alcohol wipe in order to properly clean his wound. Noticing this Jackson quickly removes his hand from your grasp.
Letting out a sigh you grab his hand in an attempt to wipe the wound.
âGive me your hand I have to clean the gash. âLooking between you and the wipe he shakes his begins to shake his head making you roll your eyes.
âJackson youâre a grown man you should be able to handle an alcohol wipe.â He goes to protest again but before he can you grab his hand wiping the blood from his palm. He winces at the alcohol begins to work its way through his hand. Shortly after you apply some antibiotic ointment. Eventually the room briefly falls silent as you begin to reach for the gauze and the non-stick pads. Pressing the pad into his hand he winces again as you finish up. Examining your handy work, you instruct him to remove himself from your counter while you clean up your mess. Agreeing he makes his way into the living room. Sometime later you emerge from the bathroom and make your way over to the kitchen. Going over to the fridge you pull out a bottle of wine that you had opened the previous night and set it on the counter before offering him some. With his approval you reach over to your glass cabinet and pull two glasses before joining him on the couch.
For a while you two talk about all different kinds of things from work to friends even his upcoming fashion line. After a while you even started to go down memory lane a bit. âRemember that time you took me to meet BamBam and Yugyeom and he spilled what was it.â You pause snapping your fingers as you recall the memory. âUm⌠Oh it was lemonade I think strawberry lemonade if Iâm not mistaken.â He insists. âYeah, thatâs right because it was a big pitcher of it too.â You said laughing. âYugyeom ended up knocking the pitcher over and breaking it because he was trying to impress one of the girls at the pool party with this one dance move.â Jackson laughed as he recalled the memory. âAnd then turns out she had a boyfriend the whole time.ââ I felt so bad for him, but man was that funny.â You added. After a while you could feel a slight buzz from the wine starting to take over and for a second you contemplate calling it a night. However, the memory of how you met begins to creep into your mind and you begin to smile.
âWhat?â Jackson asks noticing the change in your features.
âNothing I was just thinking about how we met and how lucky I am that we did.â You tell him.
âOh, please if anything Iâm the lucky one. âHe tells you.
âHow so?â you begin to inquire. Silence falls over you and for a moment you can hear rain begin to fall against your apartment window.
Jackson takes a deep breath before he begins.
âHow can I not be?â he admits. Â âYour kind and you have a great personality.â âAlso, you always look out for the people that you love and youâre there whenever I need you even if I donât feel like I do.â âNot to mention you bake a mean birthday cake.â He says as he recalls the cake you baked him last year for his birthday. âAnd you always know what to say in times of crisis.â âYou actually care about people not a lot of other people do that.â âUsually, itâs just an everyman for themselves type of deal.â Your smart and not to mention you are beautiful even when you donât think so at times.â Â He adds. âSo, believe me when I say that I am very lucky to have you as my friend.â Â He finishes. You sit there for a while touched at his beautiful words. âJackson that was so beautiful thank you.â You say while pulling him in for a hug. You stay like that for a moment before you begin to pull away. Upon pulling away you both pause taking in each other briefly before sharing a kiss. Coming to terms with what is happening you both pull away before Jackson begins to speak once more.
âI love you.â he states. Though hearing it this time it sounds different. You take a moment to soak in his words letting them fully hit you. Soon after you clear your throat before getting up from the couch with you wine glass in hand.
âYour drunk âYou exclaim waving your hand dismissively.
âSo? âhe says.
âSo, you donât mean that. âYou say with a pause. âAt least not in the way that you think you do.â You tell him.
He stands up from the couch and begins walking over to your kitchen island meeting you by it.
âI mean every word of what I just said to you otherwise I wouldnât have said it.â He states sadness evident in his tone. Placing your glass in the sink you rinse it out before brushing past him and heading towards your hallway closet. Sometime later you re emerge with a blanket along with a few pillows and place them on the couch.
âItâs late you can sleep of the wine here you tell him as you begin to make up the couch.â
âWhy donât you believe me?â He questions. You stay silent for a bit before continuing. Walking over to you he places his hand over yours stopping you in your tracks.
Itâs not that you donât believe him. In fact, a part of you had always secretly hoped this day would come. You just wanted him to be sure this wasnât one of those drunken confession things that he would regret later.
âHey, talk to me whatâs going on?â He questions placing his bandaged hand on your cheek. You lightly place a hand on his chest as you begin to softly push him away from you.
âNothing.â You state placing your hands by your side. âI just- I just think that you should sleep off the wine and if you feel the same in the morning then weâll talk about it.â You say giving a shrug. Not believing you but also not wanting to push the matter Jackson agrees. Not to long after you exchange goodnights before you make your way to your room and eventually fall asleep.
The next morning you are woken up by the smell of breakfast. For a moment you lay in bed confused before remembering the events of the previous night. Feeling somewhat embarrassed you crawl out of bed and make your way into the living room. There Jackson is stood at your stove making eggs. His shirt is missing but heâs still wearing his pants from the night before. Clearing your throat, you catch his attention before muttering a small âGood morning âand siting at the island. He response with a brief âMorning âbefore turning his attention back to the stove. âHow is your hand? You inquire.
âItâs fine I changed the bandages already.â He states in a dryer tone. âOh... okay.â And with that a brief and awkward silence befalls you both. Soon he joins you at the island and places your breakfast in front of you. Feeling the awkwardness cling in the air you contemplate addressing the conversation from the previous night. That is until he beats you to it.
âLook about last night.â He chimes. He tries to explain but you manage to cut him off.
âDonât even worry about it we were both drunk and said/ did somethings that we probably didnât mean so itâs fine.â You state hoping to save yourself from embarrassment.
âI meant everything I said to you last night.â He expresses. You sit there in a bit of shock. Noticing your state, he continues âWhen Iâm with you itâs like seeing the sun after a week of rain.â âWhen I look at you, I forget how to speak.â âOften times I find myself saying something so embarrassingly stupid that I want to just evaporate into thin air.â I genuinely donât know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think Iâm going crazy. âHe states as if he just had an epiphany of sorts. Once he finishes, he looks over to you. For a while you just sit there looking at your plate of eggs while in deep though. If he really did love you, why did it take him so long to realize it? How long has he felt that way? Questions like this and more swirled in your mind however, in that moment the only thing you felt was happiness. A smile began to form on your features before you turned to him and gave a response. âI love you too.â You said slowly letting the words hit one by one.
âIn all honesty I wanted to say it back when you said it last night, but I didnât want this to be one of those drunken mistakes for either of us, so I waited.â You responded. âReally, I wanted to tell you ever since you showed up to my event last year, but I saw that really pretty girl with you and I chickened out at the last second. You say truthfully.
Your confession leaves him speechless for the first time since last night. Getting up from his seat he makes his way over to you. You take a moment to explain further. However, before you can he cuts you off with a kiss. This one is warmer than the last tender almost. Â In that moment all of your previous worries melt away leaving just you and him.
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Hello! Could I request S1 number 26 with Sonic?
Thank you đŤś
Prompts: "I can never get enough of of looking at you like this"
Warnings: none to my knowledge there aren't any specific pronouns:3
Notes: Heya cutie patootie thx for requesting and I hope you like these<33 sry this got out so late my queue only posts two things a day lol and I had some business I still can't believe I worded 26 so stupidly but sucks to suck ig I hope this just short and sweet enough
Sonic isn't much of a romantic person, but when he is, it's always fun and entertaining
His ideas flow like a river and his enthusiasm is unmatched
So it wasn't a surprise that when the month of love came up, he was all over you with chocolate, physical affection, and much more
On this particular evening he decided to stay home with you and bake some heart macaroons while dancing to music
He asked a few friends for help and got some recipes online to know what to buy and how to bake them
It was a fool proof plan
The two of you were cleaning the mess from flour and anything that might have got messy while dancing to music during the baking session
Sonic even started breakdancing (please tell me someone has seen him breakdance because oh em gee why is he lowkey good at it) the macaroons were in the oven and you two finally had a moment together, away from harm and stress
As you continued to mop, you didn't notice sonic looking at you, he was admiring you, the way you were dancing, singing and just enjoying life
"I can never get enough of of looking at you like this" he suddenly blurts out, you look back at him, smiling
"Ok, Mr. Charming, don't forget the macaroons" you retort, before turning back to the mess on the counter
It wasn't a rare occurrence for sonic to compliment you, quite the contrary! He was always on and with you whenever he could or when he wasn't on some adventure
He looks back at you
"I know your smiling!" He says, beaming, he knew you loved when he was affectionate and so did he. Sonic always felt guilty when he had to cancel plans because of something going on, but he knew this was enough to make it up to you
He loved every second of it, maybe it would be nice to do this more often
There's always the rest of February
#sonic x reader#x reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#sonic reader insert#sonic the hedgehog#ŕŞâⴠ⥠janahts february
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hello, thx for the sleepover invite! i brought hot chocolate & my own blanket đ¤đ´
may i pls req the prompt:  âfreeze. i know youâre not wearing socks and trying to go to sleep right now.â w either toge or megumi? it just seems so ridiculous that i can't hell but to đ wonder
hi friend !! Iâm glad you got here safely :3 letâs settle in and enjoy our hot choccy under our fuzzy blankets !! Iâm gonna go with toge on this one bc i feel like no one talks abt him enough </3
join the sleepover event!
there wasnât much you and toge disagreed on. the two of sharing knowing looks from across the room when someone said something stupid, coming to a consensus on most controversial topics (is a tomato a fruit? pineapple on pizza? pepsi or coke?).
so the shock on your face was evident when you heard your lovers voice in utter distress when you crawled into bed next to him.
âpickled mustard leaf?â worry lacing togeâs voice as he stared at you with wide eyes and lightly furrowed brows.
âyeah Iâm getting ready to sleep, why?â you ask, confused as you wiggle under the sheets and scoot closer to your boyfriend, he only looks at you with a bewildered look on his face.
âbonito flakesâ he says, shaking his head with slightly wide eyes, as if youâd done something absolutely horrible.
âi know youâre not wearing socks and trying to go to sleepâ
âwhatâs so bad about that?! my feet get cold sometimesâ you pout, trying to worm your way under his arm but he only scoots away slightly, causing your mouth to fall open as you laugh at his actions, âtogs!â
âfish flakesâ he shakes his head, âi canât believe Iâm in love with someone who thinks thatâs okay.â thereâs a smile creeping onto his face when he turns to look at how utterly and dramatically devastated you looked.
âso this is what makes us break up huhâ you sigh, already sitting up and looking down sadly, trying your best to not burst into giggles, âit was a good run, inumakiâ you say, holding your hand out for him to shake.
âshut up and kiss meâ he says, a smile on his face when he sees you bursting into giggles as you move towards him involuntarily.
the cursed words makes your body buzz in the best way, giggling as your lips crash into your lovers, your eyes fluttering shut before youâre pulling away, both of you out of breath.
âtuna tunaâ he smiles, peppering kisses along your face as you gasp at him, smacking his chest lightly before giving him a soft peck on the lips.
âyeah well youâre in love with the âloser who wears socks to sleepâ so whatâs next?â you tease, âyouâre the one who drinks milk with ice in itâ you scoff, togeâs eyes narrowing as he already begins to protest.
âsalmon and fish flakes!â he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow as you burst out laughing. âitâs delicious! try it one time im telling you baby.â
âmaybe next time, itâs already almost 3 in the morningâ you smile, letting out a satisfied sigh as the two of you settle into each others arms, cuddling impossibly close and becoming a mess of limbs. âgânight i love you,â you whisper, placing a feathery kiss to the tip of his nose.
âi love you moreâ the words seem to translate automatically in your brain now, smiling as the two you start drifting off to sleep.
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ok so i've already commented on this but here we go
1 misandry upsets men while misogyny kills and harms women. misandry is not the issue
2 want to focus in on problematic coquette behaviour? drug romanticisation. "i smoke cigarettes in a ldr way" "getting drunk on a tuesday night" "high in my room". all problematic and romanticising a serious problem that can turn a safe space for the expression of femininity into somewhere where problematic behaviour among as young as 12 is celebrated. i'm a victim, my friends are victims, chances are you're a victim. maybe you aren't actively using any type of substance or smoking or drinking, but i'm sure you've thought about it.
(edit) 3 before you address a joke or a kind of personality trait as being problematic, think about the racism, fatphobia, and transphobia, in the community. how many photos do you see of people of colour? plus size people? the aesthetic romanticises femininity, which is beautiful and amazing, but so many people misinterpret this as being 'born woman is only way to be feminine' as if this is helping anyone. while no one says these things out loud (most of the time) the problem of discrimination is so obviously there it's ridiculous.
focus less on the harmless things that most people take know is a joke and put your effort into stopping people from joking about something as if it were harmless.
thx @angelic444heroin for the ss + prompting me to make my own post
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Hi, sorry!!Hope youâre having a nice day! May you make a fanfic where the reader is very secretive, formal and keeps to themself, like they never take off their suitâs mask kinda secretive. And hobie is curious about them and wants to get to know them better?
this was such a fun prompt to write! Thx for requesting <3
Hobie Brown x GN!Reader - Mysterious
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"Hey Y/N!"
"Hi Peter."
"Hi Y/N!!"
"Hi Peter."
You awkwardly nodded at the passing Spider-people, all of them greeting you excitedly while you barely acknowledged them, keeping your eyes in front of you. There was no point in engaging in a conversation, it'd only end up with you having to answer their questions and force yourself into the open. You weren't ready for that just yet.
You kept your head down as you walked through the door of the training center, pretending not to notice the few Peters that waved at you while fighting, friendly yet blank smiles on their faces. They were all the same.
"Hey, Y/N."
You stopped for a moment and turned around, being greeted by a familiar face that you hadn't seen in the past few days. The same face that was the worst of them all, asking you more questions about yourself and your past life than all the other Peters combined.
"Hi Hobie." You muttered, about to turn away again. You did not want to start a conversation with him right now. It always ended with him probing you with questions about your dimension, your family, your canon events...he was too curious to take a hint.
"Woah, where d'you think you're goin' sunshine?" He asked with a grin, following you as you. "Y'can't get rid of me that easy."
"Obviously not." You mumbled, slowing down your pace when you realized you wouldn't be able to shake him off. He watched you for a moment, as if inspecting you, dark brown eyes running over your mask and suit. "Why do you never take off that mask?" He asked out of the blue, cocking his head towards you slightly.
"I don't feel like it" You replied dryly, not making eye contact with him. "Why don't you feel like it, then?" He asked sweetly, a sly expression crossing his face. "Are you horribly disfigured or something?"
"I just don't find it necessary." Your tone was as cold as you could make it, the annoyance at his presence practically oozing out of your body. "And why's that?" He asked, making his tone as childish as possible, obviously trying to annoy the crap out of you. Little shit. "Because my face shouldn't matter."
"But it's not just your face, is it?" He chuckled. "It's your story too. I've known you for a month, but I don't know a single thing about you" His tone turned teasing. "You have something to hide?"
You froze. "I just don't like talking about it, okay?" You snapped, looking up at him. He backed down slightly, hands going up in the air defensively. "Alright, alright...I'm still curious though." He pushed his hands into the pockets of his vest, leaning in once again. "I mean, we've all experienced the same things...what makes you so special?"
"I never said I was special." You said with a scoff, folding your arms over your chest. "Ahh, but you act like you're special." He replied. "All mysterious and secretive...makes me think you've got something a little different."
"What if it's just none of your business?"
He shrugged. "I'd still like to know."
You shook your head and turned away from him again, but he gently grabbed your arm before you could leave. "Wait!" he said quickly, getting back in front of you. "I just want to get to know you better, dove."
"Why?"
"I just...would like to."
You stayed silent for a moment, mulling it over. "If I answer your questions, will you leave me alone?" He rolled his eyes. "I'd rather be friends, but if that's what you'd like..."
"I'd like you to leave me alone."
"Will do, princess. Now first question-why hide your face?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, already regretting giving him his chance. "I just don't want to take it off."
"I won't leave you alone if you don't answer my questions."
"Fine, fine." you said quickly, "I just don't trust any of these people with my identity."
He raised an eyebrow. "You think they're gonna use it against you?" He asked amusedly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. "We're all Spider-man too...I think you're a bit mental."
"Shut up!" You said annoyedly, shaking your head at him. "I just have...trust issues, okay?" You murmured, just barely loud enough for him to hear. His smile widened at this confession and he lowered his voice as well. "Honestly? Me too."
"Uh-huh" you replied, not buying into it. "No really-" he responded, "-you know, when I first got here, I wouldn't say a single word to LYLA. Still don't. I don't trust anything that robots got to say."
You chuckled at this. "That's not the same though-" You began.
"I didn't trust people with my face either, 'til I realized everyone's got their mask off so it doesn't really matter." he interjected
You stayed silent, letting his words sink in. How cute. "Alright, next question-"
"Hey, I've already answered a question!" You said, a smile appearing on your face.
"You never said I was only allowed one question." he teased, wagging his finger in your face.
"Jerk."
"Why don't you want to be friends with me?" He tilted his head to the side and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. You'd been fairly rude to him in the time that you'd known him. Although he was pretty annoying, he still wasn't the worst.
"I just...I'm not very good at making friends." You admitted, breaking eye contact and looking to the side awkwardly. He nodded solemnly, not taking his eyes off of you. "I get it."
"No I'm like really bad at making friends. I just...don't like people. I don't get people."
"Don't feel bad about it. To each their own, right?" he assured you, eyes crinkling up slightly as he grinned.
You grinned back. "I guess you're right."
"Doesn't mean we can't be friends though."
You laughed. "Why do you want to be friends with me so bad?"
"You're mysterious. It draws me in." He said jokingly. "But really, I just want to get to know you." he said, almost embarrassedly. "And I'd like you to get to know me too."
You stared at each other in silence. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess I kind of have to now." You said with a chuckle, extending your hand out to him. "Why don't we start over?"
"Sounds perfect, darling. I'm Hobie, Hobie Brown. You?" He said with a smile, taking your hand and shaking it vigorously. "It's nice to meet you, Hobie Brown. I'm Y/N."
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Request!: Smut prompt 35, female reader, Mox or Jay White. Thx! :)
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Smut Prompt List 2
This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.
Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (f receiving) fingering.
Requested by @neurodivergentempress
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ÂŠď¸ magicalbuttertarts 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.
#35: âYou look so good, canât wait to absolutely ruin youâ
"Jay, baby, we don't have time for this." You told him, swatting away his hands as they grabbed your ass through the dress you are wearing.
"Mmmm, I say we stay in for the night. Just a night for you and I, in our bed, where I just worship you all night long."
He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your body as your mind flashed images of the last time you two spent all night together like that.
He left your body shaking with pleasure as he forced orgasm after orgasm from your body until there was only one word that you could say and think of, and that was his name.
"Jay, you are the one who made these plans with Colten, Austin and Juice, and their partners. We are not calling out on them."
"Fine." Jay pouted as he took a step back to go and put on the shirt that he was going to wear tonight.
"Love?" He called out as you sat down at your vanity to put the final touches on your makeup.
"Yes, Jay?" You two made eye contact in the mirror.
âYou look so good, canât wait to absolutely ruin you."
I knew he meant when we got home later tonight, but my pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of his promised.
â
Jay barely lasted an hour into our small gathering before he was saying how upset his stomach was.
"I am sure it is nothing. Probably just ate something he shouldn't have." I told our friends, trying not to glare at the man who I love.
"You know how he can't handle some spicy foods. It makes his stomach upset." Jay glared at me over Austin's shoulder as I made fun of him.
"She is probably right. I'll see you three at the airport in two days." Jay said, as we left them standing there, worrying about their friends who was already opening the passenger door for me.
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"Jay, please." I whined as I flung my head back against the pillows, trying to close my legs around his head, as it has all become too much for me.
He just pushed my legs apart once again, his tongue and fingers quickly bringing me to another orgasm.
I could feel how wet I was, and I just knew his bead was soaked with my juices.
He finally pulled away, licking his lips as he settled between my legs, rubbing my jelly like legs as he pushed them towards me chest.
"Hold them for me, love." Jay said as he slapped his hard cock against my pussy, making me whimper.
I did as he asked, needing him inside of me.
He started to push in, and he was swearing under his breath.
I knew he wasn't going to last long, not this round anyways.
He bottomed out, grinding his pelvis against me. The tip of his cock nudging my cervix.
He started to pull back, just leaving the tip in before slamming back into me, his name falling from my lips as he did that over and over again.
Jay was fucking into me so hard that it felt like a blur as he pulled orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from my body.
I became a moaning mess, and Jay was no better as he was chasing his own high.
He finally stilled, his cock twitching inside of me as he came, my own eyes going wide at how much there was.
Jay pulled out of me, and I let out a little whine as I wanted him back inside of me.
"Don't be greedy love. Like I said, we have all night." Jay said to me as he placed two of his fingers at my entrance and started to finger me, pushing his cum back inside of me.
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Oooh okay for a prompt...
- Leon POV - Leon is still a hockey player. He needs a dog sitter. Matthew is said dog sitter - Getting together! - 3 words: asleep, hair, soft
Got started on this one: here's a quick preview - look for it on Ao3 soon!
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Lauren: Thereâs a volunteer at the hospital named Matthew who dog sits all the time. References and everything
Leon: Age?
Lauren: Somewhere around ours
Leon: And heâs good with overnights?
Lauren: He said he lives in a shoebox, so any time away from it is good. Heâs really good with the kids in the cancer ward, Iâm sure heâd be great with Bowie.Â
Lauren: And he knows who we all are, knows the game, isnât weird. I met him when he helped Connor escape press one day. He heard me mention a friend needed help and he volunteered himself.Â
Lauren: Heâs also very hotÂ
Leon: LaurenÂ
Lauren: Just adding all the information you might needÂ
Leon: Iâm not hooking up with my dog sitter
Lauren: Sure. Anyway, 780-728-2329
Leon: Thx Laur
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Could you do your prompts 18, 20, and 29 for 2012! Leonardo? Thx!
Of course! @okchijt helped me with the plot for this ^^ They're a big help for me recently. Sorry if it came off a bit messy, I struggled at times and had to tweak certain plot points so it may be weaker than usual?
Yandere! 2012! Leonardo Prompts 18, 20, 29
"Kiss me! Kiss me like your life depends on it!"
"I've been waiting too long for this...."
"I want to be this close... forever...."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Family trouble, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Forced affection, Consensual turned forced relationship implied, Delusional behavior, Darling doesn't realize they messed up until the end.
"Come on, please Leo!" You whine. "Let's just talk, alright?"
The night air rushes past you as Leo jumps from building to building with you in his arms. Instinctively you cling to him in hopes he doesn't drop you. Your heart hammers heavily in your chest from previous events, barely even calming down when Leo finally let you go on a rooftop.
Leonardo's obsession was something that could not be overlooked by his brothers anymore. It was getting to the point that missions and training sessions were falling apart. As a result... his brothers felt something had to be done.
Even if Leonardo's obsession is out of your control the others still began to hold a grudge against you for feeding into it. From what you know you were just meeting Leonardo for your usual night time date. Only for his brothers to arrive...
Then there was arguing.
They said Leonardo needs to stay away from you, that he can't come running off to you and abandon everything. You don't understand the conversation. You're about to leave them to it until Leonardo pulled out his blades against his own brothers and runs off with you.
This is what lead you to the rooftop. Thankfully no blood was spilt, you trusted Leonardo enough to not harm his own brothers. However you still weren't quite sure what began all of this-
You wanted answers.
Leonardo looks around the night streets of New York, from what you can assume he's checking if you're followed. Carefully you choose your words. Something's wrong.
"What the hell is going on, Leo?" You ask. "We need to go back, you're making a mistake-"
"They were going to take you away!" Leonardo snaps at you, eyes blazing in frustration. "I can't allow that to happen. They're trying to come in between us... I've been waiting too long for this...."
Silence takes over the both of you at Leonardo's sudden outburst. This entire time you've been giving into his strange attractions to you. Guilt pools into your stomach at the thought that you might have encouraged any of this. You worry you ruined his family by feeding into his delusions.
You worry about the safety of the city.
As much as you love Leonardo you realize you'll have to make a sacrifice. You want to dedicate yourself to Leo, but the cost is too much. You need to do something to fix this.
"Leo... you know I'll always be yours forever, right?" You ask cautiously. Leo flicks his gaze to you and nods.
"Of course, love...." He smiles softly.
"Then please return to your family." You bargain. "I'll always be yours as long as you protect your friends, family, and the city!"
Leonardo stares at you for a moment while considering your words before answering.
"Is that a promise?"
"Yes." You confirm, regret creeping up your back.
"Then kiss me!" Leo suddenly orders. "Kiss me like your life depends on it!"
The sudden order makes you freeze. Any sort of regret you had intensifies as Leo eyes you. He wants you to confirm your promise.
He wants to hold you to the fact that you're his.
Leo's delusions cloud the fact you approach him with hesitancy. He ignores the fear you feel for his sudden changes. All he can think of is the lips that meet his own... and the complete and utter bliss that follows after.
The kiss serves as an agreement. The kiss is long... just enough to convince the mutant's delusions. Afterwards he pulls away, holding you tightly in his arms.
This is enough for now....
"I promise to do as you asked...." Leonardo whispers in your ear, kissing the top of your head. "I want to be this close... forever...."
You nod softly bit carefully try to not allow Leo to see your face. It only occurred to you now what you've just set yourself up for. Leonardo is a walking red and in order to keep him calm and focused... you agreed to stay.
You agreed to stay in this relationship for what may be forever, even after you saw the damage it can cause.
Was sacrificing your future freedom worth it for the city now that you've seen the problems it's caused?
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Read on AO3 or below the cut!
Steve's attempt at a record-breaking gangbang ends up with him flying back to Hawkins to track down number one-ninety-eight. The mystery man who left an impression. - A thumb swipes his lower lip. Breath ghosts along the bite mark on his shoulder. It stings. Steve hopes he drew blood. âIâll remember this forever, sweetheart.â
Thank you to @cowboythighs for giving me permission to write this fic based on their super fun prompt, which you can read here~
Read the full fic below:
Whatâs in his fridge?
Thereâs at least one bag of broccoli, half a container left of that nice parmesan he splurged onâŚmaybe the chicken wings in his freezer are still okay. Hopefully? He still has some of that decadent hickory barbeque sauce. Thereâs no reason he canât cover a bit of freezer burn with a healthy dousing of the stuff. He didnât do the dishes last night, but thatâs fine. Has time to run the dishwasher beforeâ
Something vibrates. Loudly.
Someoneâs phone is going off in the middle of the shoot.
Steve lifts his head, annoyed that the director hasnât called cut yet. The man on top of him is dripping sweat, a bead of which narrowly misses landing in his eye. Steve casts a look sideways, hoping to catch the director raising his walkie.
Nope. Still posted up behind his wall of cameras. Stoic as ever, the man watches Steve work.
Steve lets the moment drag, his expectant silence punctuated only by the grunting and groaning of the muscled man pumping away between his spread legs.
More loud vibrations.
He cranes his neck to see over the manâs shoulder, sees the clock over the huddled producers and decides himself itâs time for a break.
Steve presses a hand against the massive chest above him and pushes lightly. The manâs movement falters, stops. Steve meets his eyes with an easy air of Iâm the star, get off me, and it does the trick. The behemoth withdraws from Steveâs body with a mutter and wipes the sweat from his red brow as Steve swings his legs over the platform and sits up. He tests his weight, but finds he can still place pressure where he needs to without any pain.
The director shouts something Steve doesnât hear. Calls back, âSomebodyâs phone is going off! Itâs ruining the vibe.â
âWhat phone? I donât hear a phone,â the director says in his heavy German accent, shrugging in a way that rankles Steve. âWeâre almost at two-hundred, surely it canââ
âNo, it canât wait. I need five anyway.â His own assistant appears by his side with a robe.
Steve shrugs it on and heads toward the source of the vibrations. Around him, production comes to a standstill while fluffers and PAs run around tending to the talent.
Steve tracks the phone down in a bag near craft services, but a producer beats him to it. She sheepishly digs out her phone and shuts it off, muttering an apology.
Steve sighs, grabs another cracker and decides to take a much needed bathroom break. On his way, he grabs his own phone and sees a text from Robin.
still good for eight?
Iâm only at 197, might be closer to 9 or 10.
big ew, but congrats. should I pick up dessert?
Coffee double dutch choco cake pls?
obvi, my very spoiled friend. have fun you little award winning superslut!
Thx, lov u!
Robin sends back a string of emojis. He finishes up in the bathroom, thinking of all the times heâs been nominated for an AVN but never won. And itâs not like itâs terribly hard. He chooses interesting projects. He works with skilled teams. He stays clear of scandals and keeps his nose figuratively and literally clean of all the seedy underground bullshit that comes with the job.
But best actor still eludes him.
It grinds his gears, or at least the ones he used to have back in high school. The ones driving him to be a better player than everyone else at basketball practice, the ones that pushed him to state championship games three of his four years at Hawkins High. The ones that crowned him prom king and made him a bullshit name for a bullshit time in his life.
Itâs his inner machinery, and even though heâs grown up a lot in the last five years, heâs still yet to replace some old rusted parts.
As he returns to set, Steve runs his hands through his hair, pinches both cheeks a little to bring a fresh blush back to the surface. His assistant applies lip gloss as he situates himself back on the black and white platform where heâs been fucked for the last three hours by one-hundred-and-ninety-six men.
Heâs aiming for three hundred before dinner. Three-fifty if more than a good chunk of the men left are two-pump chumps. Itâs about scheduling.
Steve shifts his weight from one asscheek to another, feels a brief twinge in his lower back. He flips over, stomach pressing against the slim pleather cushion.
Itâs almost five.
The director claps his hands, and once Steve is in position, everyone resumes their roles. He gets comfortable on his elbows, cock limp between his legs and showing for the camera. He hears the next guy shuffle up behind him, can hear the shaky breath leave him.
Everyone knows their part to play in this circus, and Steve knows his best of all. Heâs front and center, surrounded by a seemingly endless line of men of all ages, shapes and sizes. Heâs taken more dick and strap today alone than he probably has in the last few years combined.
Heâs going to win best actor, and heâs going to win best gangbang.
The thing about sex work is that itâs like any other job, really. There are good days, long days, fun days, days that drive him up the fucking wall. There are times heâs excited, nervous, bored out of his skull. Most shoots he books last a day or two, and hardly ever does one last more than a week, tops. This isnât his first gangbang scene, but it is a record breaker for him, and several others in the industry as far as heâs researched.
But so far itâs been a lot of the same. Almost two hundred men and he hasnât held a steady erection since an hour in and now heâs been daydreaming while giving tried and true sultry looks to the camera, fake moans of practiced pleasure leaving his throat.
Steveâs good at his job.
Heâs been doing it since his parents cut him off and kicked him out at eighteen. He moved to LA and lived in his car until Robin graduated and followed him to the big city. It was exhilarating at first, fun. These days, at twenty-three, heâs mostly just bored.
And he knows better than to ignore an ache. If he holds one position for too long, heâll be wrecked for a week. Heâs big enough of a name now he can negotiate a lot of his contracts, and so he always gets control over how heâs positioned. The cameras can figure it out from there.
âAndâŚaction!â
Steve pouts for the camera in front of him, parts his freshly glossed lips and crosses his eyes a little. He never got the cross-eyed thing, but itâs apparently a huge kink for some.
Fingertips tickle over his ass, lead to palms lightly petting his hips. Steve wiggles for the man he canât see, encouraging and coaxing as he goes to his knees and leans back. Wants to be grabbed, manhandled. Add the potential for a little healthy bruising and the audience eats it up.
But that doesnât happen. Instead, he hears a breathy sigh from behind him, and then the sound of spit a second before he feels it hitting his hole. It drips down slowly, painting him wet, and Steve keens for the lens trained on his face.
The thing about this shoot is that itâs been a nightmare to plan. A year to put together a schedule, another six months to find the talent. Thereâs been cancellations, reschedules, a few deaths even, more casting, issues with health insurance and testing dates. Steveâs been along for it all, because this is his project. His idea, his brainchild.
All for one day.
One day to break some records. Prove to himself he can do this. That what he does can win awards and not only nominations.
After that he can take a very, very long break.
The hand rubs up and down his spine, firm and sure. Applies a little pressure at the lumbar and Steve actually lets out a small moan. Itâs nice. He might set up a massage for tomorrow.
The camera swings wide, leaves Steveâs face and gives him some breathing room. The hand on his back remains while the other presses two fingers to his hole. Heâs stretched, lubed beyond the meaning of the word even before the spit. Thereâs no need to finger him open.
But he receives a gentle probing with two fingers, a few deep, slow strokes that press in search with what seems to be a practiced touch. Steve rolls his hips back. Takes a few tries, but when the extra finds his prostate, he gasps, drives back to meet that zing of electricity again and again.
âGod, just look at you,â the extra whispers. âCanât wait to feel you. Iâm so lucky.â
Steve moans. Not so fake this time. He drops his head, catches sight of lightly haired thighs covered in scribbly tattoos. He doesnât even take into account the size of the man behind him, too focused on his own swiftly filling erection.
Huh.
Itâs not like itâs a requirement or anything, by contract or personal preference of his scene partners. A lot of the time the bottom isnât hard. Not exactly fair, but a limp bottom does not a film break, or whatever. More than a few of the men who have been inside him today have paid him plenty of attention, even tried for longer than Steve felt necessary. But they were all here to do a job, and that was to film a gangbang scene with Steve as the gangbangee. Hard or limp, he just wanted them to finish in him so they could get the shot and all go home to a nice hot shower.
âYouâre gorgeous, yâknow that?â
Though dirty talk was common, it wasnât in the script for this shoot. And it wasnât the usual lead-in of fuck yeah, look at your puffy hole, you take it so well, youâre like a bitch in heat, take that shit, take it like a whore.
âThatâs it, baby, relax for me.â
Itâs sweetâŚitâs kind. Things a lover would say.
Another strike of lightning burns him from the inside out, and Steve lets out a breath heâd been holding.
The hand at his back glides down, calloused fingers smoothing over his skin, until the director calls for penetration.
Steve wants to snap at him to shut the hell up. This is fine. More than fine, even. His prostate hasnât exactly been the star of the show today, and a little pleasure makes his job that more enjoyable.
The fingers leave, and in their place frustration grows. That is, until the blunt head of another cock is pressing against himâno, dragging. The man is rubbing himself over Steveâs hole. Isnât shoving in and taking like all the others.
More spit hits his rim , makes him startle. The hand on his back draws circles to settle him like a spooked horse.
This isnât lovemaking. This is a scene. Steve huffs at himself, thinks just stick it in already, dude.
The extraâs hands slide from his back to his hip, his other hand joining in and pulling Steveâs weight, using Steveâs own body to slide inside. Steve groans. The guyâs big, thick. Should have paid better attention while he had his head down.
âKnew you could take it, Harrington,â he says softly, and Steve almost misses it when the man whines as he bottoms out. Fingers dig into his sides, tight but not bruising. âPictured it a little different, but a guy canât complain.â
So the guyâs got a fantasy, thatâs fine. A lot of the talent cast for this production expressed a desire to work with Steve. Came with the territory, and the long filmography.
But something about this man hits him a little different. His words have him melting enough to feel warmth build, begin to spread.
His legs are tingling, insides burning with the stretch and latent pleasure. He wants more.
He grinds his hips back, trying to put his weight into it. The man moans low and finally, finally, starts moving his hips. Drags Steve back on every thrust.
âJesus, youâre soâsoââ Another drawn-out moan and the man collapses along Steveâs back. Heâs slim, but his arms are strong as they wind around Steveâs waist. More tattoos. Bats in flight, stretched faces with sharp teeth. Long hair tickles over his shoulder as the man noses along the back of his neck âYou feel like a dream.â
Itâs quiet. Quiet enough Steve knows the cameras wonât pick it up. Itâs just for Steve, and that sends his blood rushing, dick kicking as tension builds in his belly.
âShit,â he grinds out, feels drool slip from his open mouth to pool on the black pleather underneath. âOh, God.â
âThatâs it. Wanna make you feel good, sweetheart. Come on. You deserve to feel good.â
Heâs so hard heâs aching. Feels the weight of himself slap his stomach on each ever harder, deeper thrust.
Steveâs going to come. Heâs actually going to come.
âJust knew youâd be so good for me. Could tell the first day I ever saw you. Wanted you forever. And look what youâve accomplished,â he babbles, Steveâs heart growing three sizes, âYouâve changed the industry. You showed LA whoâs king.â A particularly deep thrust has his elbows giving out. The man effortlessly braces his abrupt fall, a calloused hand snaking up to pillow his jaw. Steve is vaguely aware of the camera in front of them both, but he couldnât care less if he tried right now. It feels too good. Feels better than anything all day, all month, all year. To the cameras, it must look like Steveâs being choked, but itâs the farthest thing from it. Heâs being held, kept safe. âAlways knew youâd go places. Get everything you wanted and more. I was actually jealous, and look at us now. Canât believe how lucky I am.â
Steveâs cursing, praying, something as heâs pressed into the pleather. Now, his cock is trapped, facing backward so every time the man draws out and pushes back in, their cocks drag for a brief moment of bliss. The cherry on top. Neat trick.
âNever thought Iânever even dreamedââ
A gasp, a flash of teeth in skin and Steve is coming with a shout, flexing his ass to get more, more.
He feels warmth spread hot and wet inside him and knows this will only last another moment or two. He needs to turn around. To see the man that just took him apart without touching his cock. Needs toâ
A thumb swipes his lower lip. Breath ghosts along the bite mark on his shoulder. It stings.
Steve hopes he drew blood.
âIâll remember this forever, sweetheart.â
The director shouts something Steve doesnât hear. Canât comprehend past the pleasant hum buzzing inside him.
But then the weight on his back is gone, the cock inside him slips free and with it a spurt of come. Cameras circle back around to catch the aftermath, hears a muttered nice from some crewmember when they see the twin puddle beneath himself.
He rolls his eyes, safe to do with no coverage on his face.
He feels so empty. Cold begins to creep in.
Steve blinks quickly. Why is his throat suddenly so tight?
Then another man approaches, is lifting his hips up, is pushing in with absolutely zero patience or attention paid to Steve at all. And thatâs fine. It is.
Theyâre on a schedule, after all.
-
âYippee!â Steve claps when Robin sets the plate of cake before him.
She joins him on the couch, a forkful of her own piece of cake already in her mouth. âI donât know how youâre even sitting right now.â
âItâs honestly not that bad.â
âDonât talk with your mouth full.â
âLook whoâs literally talking.â
Robin pulls her own fork free and sticks her tongue out. âSeriously though, you sure you donât need anything? A heating pad? Ointment? Therapy?â
âHa ha. I already took care of what I needed toâstop making that face, oh my God. Iâm just dandy, Robs, donât worry. I want to veg out and watch tv for the next six months and gain like twenty pounds.â
âYou are too skinny.â
âMy point exactly.â
âBut, still like. Wow.â
âI know.â
âThree-hundred sixty-eight guys. Whole ass men were inside you today. That has to be a health issue for the community or something, right? How are your insides not melting out of you right now? I should have laid down a towel to protect your precious piece of shit couch.â
âYouâre so funny, and itâs our precious piece of shit couch.â But even so, Steve preens a little. He did it. He broke his goal and then some. âIâm gonna win that goddamn award if it kills me.â
He looks over when she doesnât answer. Robin is looking down at her plate.
Theyâve had this argument before.
âIâm taking a break,â he says, reaching for her hand. She squeezes, and he squeezes back. âPromise.â
Robin nods. âSo,â she says, shaking herself from the momentary tension, âyou mentioned one guy was unique. Iâm almost afraid to ask.â
He snorts. âWhy?â
âI mean, was he like eighty or something? Was he dressed all in latex with one of those gas masks? Did he have two dicks or what?â
Steve laughs, drops her hand to grab a pillow, and throws it at her instead.
Then he tells her.
In as much detail as she can handle, anyway.
âDid you get his number?â Robin asks, and frowns when Steve shakes his head no. âWhat about a name?â
âIt was kind of a rush, an in the moment kind of thing. Wasnât really time for a lot of talking.â
âOh my God, Steve.â
And then, his best friend in the entire world has an absolutely batshit idea.
-
He gets the call sheet from his favorite producer, an easy going older man with decades of experience in the industry. He doesnât ask questions.
Three days later, Steve's got a list of three-hundred-and-sixty-eight names, including himself and the crew. Beneath the call sheet is a packet of numbers and addresses.
It might be a crazy ideaâŚbut Steveâs one of the worldâs leading gay adult film stars. He can afford to be a little crazy.
So when his sabbatical officially begins, Steve starts calling.
-
The first thing he tries is going down to number one-ninety-eight. That makes sense, and even Robin had agreed.
But the man who answered was a fifty with a slightly higher voice than he remembers. He quickly thanked Steve for the experience, and the paycheck, but explained he didnât have any tattoos. He was afraid of needles.
Steve huffs, crossing the name and number off.
His guy was definitely younger than that, had a deep, smooth voice. Had ink that looked homemade from a glance.
The list he has is in no discernible order. Itâs neither numerical nor alphabetical. He checks the first few addresses and finds it has nothing to do with location, either.
So he calls each and every single person. Actually blocks out time to do it around breaks and lunch, time spent with Robin which they both agree is long overdue.
After a week and a half of calls, Robin drags him to the beach for an afternoon of sunbathing and people watching.
âI donât know, Robin. I already crossed off the guys I know, the ones Iâve seen in other projects. But Iâve still got over a hundred people left.â
âSays the guy who wanted to bang over three hundred guys. This is your own fault.â
âI know,â he agrees, swirling his fingers through the sand. âIâm justâŚI donât know. Worried, I guess.â
âWhy?â
âWhat if he thinks Iâm a freak for tracking him down? What if he wants nothing to do with me?â
Robin snorts. He looks her way, sees her nose and cheeks are red from the sun despite her large sunhat. Her toes are dug into the sand, and the book sheâd been reading lays forgotten on her stomach.
âDonât sell yourself short, Steve. From what you told me, it sounded like he had a little crush.â
âYeah, but that could have been my filmography talking. Lot of guys say Iâm on their shortlist of dream lays. Itâs like a fantasy thing for them.â
âDisgusting. Absolutely abhorrent,â she says easily. âBut you said your guy was different. You think it was just an act?â
âI couldnât tell. He seemedâŚsweet. If that makes sense?â Steve shrugs, hands her the bottle of sunscreen. âYou need another layer. Youâre turning into a tomato, birdie.â
She cups her hands, and he squeezes a dollop out. As she rubs the lotion into her skin, she seems to consider what heâs said.
âHow sweet can an actor in a gangbang be?â
âYouâd be surprised.â
âThen you have to keep at it. You have to keep calling until you find him. You may strike out more often than not when it comes to dating, but you have, like, a good good people radar.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âI mean, you naturally attract decent people,â Robin says, smiling. âTake me, for example! Iâm the best person you know.â
Heat climbs his face, settling at the tips of his ears. He sinks further into the beach foldout, embarrassed for a reason he canât name. Robinâs smile turns knowing before softening into something closer to friendly pity.
Robin drops her book in the sand and stands, grabs Steveâs hand and starts pulling him toward the waterâs edge.
âCome on, sourpuss, letâs go swim!â
-
Heâs down to five people.
The phone numbers they gave were either disconnected or, more likely, fake. So he has no choice, really.
He decides to fully embrace his apparent new level of creepy stalker and physically visits their listed address.
The first three people are surprised but happy to see him, and he ends up sharing beers with two of them, but all three are very clearly not the person heâs looking for. The fourth is nice enough, if wary, but is in his forties and is trans. Is all too happy to show Steve the strap he used on the day. So that rules him out.
Thereâs one address left, and honestly Steve had been hoping it was a fluke. A mistake.
Because the address is in Hawkins, Indiana. His hometown.
He never chose a stage name, a mistake that many a producer and actor used to lecture him on in the first couple of years he was in the business. But he made it his own. It worked. His parents havenât contacted him since he was kicked out, so if they know about his career choice, Steve isnât aware. He prefers it that way.
He always imagined heâd send them a photo of him smiling with his AVN award when he finally won. A final, brief fuck you and career announcement all in one.
Needless to say he hasnât been back to Hawkins once since he moved to LA. And though he isnât shy about his legal name, Steve has never discussed his past, his childhood. Nobody in the industry that is legally allowed to discuss his association with Hawkins never has, because they simply donât know.
Steveâs honestly a bit surprised nobody he used to know has reached out in the last five years. He knows Tommy at least frequented the sites his agency posts to. Nowadays, gay and straight films can be found in the same tags, same pages. Even if someone didnât go looking for gay porn, they still might have come across Steve in something. An ad, even.
But no, nothing.
Heâs not ashamed of what he does. He hasnât actively avoided his past or anything. If anything, heâs simply strived to not care about it. It doesnât matter. He hasnât seen a Hawkins address in years.
Until now.
Itâs weird. Could be some kind of underhanded prank. Maybe he should call his lawyer and tell him to expect some sort of blackmail soon.
The last four have led him to the neighboring cities around Los Angeles, but heâs not had to leave California yet. And being back in Indiana has him off his feet. Wrongfooted in some small way that leaves him feeling like a stranger. An impersonator.
He left small town life behind and made it big in a way that would have had every gossiping homebodyâs heads turning if they knew.
Half expects to burst into flame the second he steps foot within city bounds.
But nothing happens. His rental car keeps driving. The turn off the highway is familiar, second nature.
He pulls into Hawkins and follows the directions parroted to him by his GPS. He notices several new fast-food places, the old mall has been redone, some houses seem biggerâbut itâs still the same small, old town.
He comes to a crossroads. Left to Forest Hills Trailer Park where heâs never been, or right to what would eventually lead to Loch Nora and his childhood home.
He takes a left.
The trailer park isnât huge, but each home has a small yard. He drives through a winding road thatâs half gravel until he finds number fifty-three.
He parks, gets out and stands. Butterflies swarm his stomach, his palms sweating.
Steve gives himself a silent pep talk and walks up the short drive to the front door.
He knocks twice and waits.
Itâs getting colder in Indiana. A few more weeks and there might be the first fall of snow. Back in California it was eighty-six degrees when he boarded the plane. He shivers.
Steve jumps a little when the door opens, the screen between him and an older man who frowns down at him.
âAnd who are you?â
âHi! Hello. My name is Steve. I, um. Is there a Wayne Munson here by any chance?â
Steve steadies himself, tries to calm his rising nerves. He steps back to make room as the man opens the screen door and steps out into the early afternoon light.
âThat would be me, son. Can I help you? You look a little lost.â
Itâs not him.
Not his guy.
Steveâs stomach drops. Feels a little sick to his stomach.
The voice isnât the same. Itâs low, sure, but rougher with age. And Steve remembers the tickle of long hair along his skin. This man, Wayne Munson, is balding.
Unless he wore a wigâŚthen, maybeâŚ
He rechecks that this trailer is indeed number fifty-three.
âNo, I uh. This is the place. This is going to sound strange, but I donât suppose you have any tattoos?â
Wayne huffs. He pulls up his sleeve and shows Steve a faded old tattoo, a blue cross with blown out edges.
âJust the one.â
Steve nods, disheartened. âI see. Okay. I, uh, thanks for your time. Iâll just goââ
He turns, feeling foolish.
âKid, wait a minute. Come on inside and warm up. You drink coffee?â
Steve debates. Heâs cold, sure, but thatâs an issue fixed by turning around and driving back to the airport to hop on a plane back to California.
Staying could turn out badly. Hawkins was never friendly to outsiders, and the rumor mill sprinted when it came to talk of things like sin and violating the good word of the Lord.
Steveâs pretty sure being a porn star is hidden somewhere in there.
And it was never a secret in backwoods like these people tended to dole out their own justice. Some kids were killed in Indy for being gay and working corners. Why not here, in the home of a man Steve doesnât know?
He puts on his best smile. âThat would be great, sir.â
The man drops his eyes to the ground, waves a hand at him. âPlease, enough of that. Iâm just Wayne. Always have been, always will be. Come on in, itâs not getting any warmer out here.â
Steve shuffles inside, thanking him. âLooks ready to snow soon.â
âAh, another week or two I think. You from around here?â
âUsed to be,â Steve says as Wayne gestures for him to sit on a stool at the kitchen counter. âI moved to California a few years back.â
âHm.â Wayne starts a fresh pot of coffee, old-fashioned kettle on the stove. Steveâs grown used to his Keurig. âBig place compared to here. How dâyou like it?â
âItâs busy. Iâve gotten used to it.â
âI imagine thereâs always something for doing.â
Steve nods. âYouâre right.â
âWhat dâyou do for work out there? Iâve heard itâs all tech companies and wannabe actors.â
Steve runs a hand through his hair. âWell, actuallyâŚIâm an actor.â
âAh, geez. Donât mind me, itâs the stereotype.â
âNo offense taken,â Steve says. âItâs kind of the reason Iâm here.â
âDo tell.â
âItâs kind of embarrassing. I had this big, uh. Film. Scene. A big scene. It required a lot of background actors. Extras, you know?â Wayne nods. Steve is flubbing this big time, Christ. âI kind of hit it off with one of theâone of them. Fell a little in love if Iâm being honest. My best friend, she had this crazy idea to get the call sheet and go down the list to see if I could find him.â
Wayneâs eyes go a little wide and itâs only when the kettle starts whistling that Steve realizes his slip up.
But Wayne beats him to it. He takes the kettle off the burner and starts fixing two cups of coffee. Says, âYoung loveâs hard to come by, kid. Iâve been telling my boy for years now, if ya find somebody worth chasing, you run. Doesnât matter the obstacles, if theyâre a boy or girl. Just run to em.â
âThatâsâŚthatâs really good advice,â Steve mutters, surprised and relieved when Wayne doesnât seem to have a problem with him. âMeans a lot, being from here.â
âMe, Iâm from back south, but Hawkins is home. Strange as it is to hear, this townâs actually progressive compared to where I grew up. But thereâs still work to do, thatâs for damn sure.â
Wayne reaches into a cabinet and brings down a bottle of liquor Steve recognizes all too well. Good quality bourbon. Steve doesnât miss the healthy pour that goes into each mug.
âGood for warminâ up,â Wayne says as he passes one mug to Steve. He goes for the fridge next and pulls out a half eaten chocolate cake. âYou fancy a piece? My boy whipped it up, but I told him like hell he expects me to finish it on my own.â
âOh, I donât want to take up your timeââ
âYouâd be doing me a favor,â Wayne cuts in, smiling in a way his parents never did. Kind, warm. Real.
Steve relaxes the rest of the way, the tension leaving him all at once. Wayne Munsonâs a good guy.
âIâd love one.â
-
â...and I told my boy, I said, if music is what you wanna do, you go and do it. Convinced him to get his GED and get out of dodge. School was never much of a Munson family pastime, anyway.â
âGod, yeah. I hated school. I barely graduated, and that was still a few months after I got kicked out.â
Wayne shakes his head, takes a sip of his beer. Theyâre sitting on the front porch, watching the sun begin its slow descent. Steve almost forgot how pretty Indiana skies could be.
âI knew your folks, yâknow. Back in high school. Forgive me for saying it, but your father was a real piece of work.â
Steve canât help the bitter sound that leaves him. âTrust me, I know.â
âCanât stand a parent dumping their kid on the world like that. More like dumping the world on their kid. Real life is tough shit. If you love your children, you donât just abandon them to figure it out for themselves.â
Steve hums. Takes a chance. âIt sounds like youâre talking from experience?â
Wayne scowls out into the distance. âIt was just me and Al for a long time. Our parents werenât around much, and when they were they werenât the best. We all did what we could.â He shakes his head again, meets Steveâs eyes. âJust a shame Al turned out exactly like our old man. Couldnât spot respectable if it bit him on the balls.â
Steve laughs again.
Wayne lifts his beer and points out to the gravel road. ââBout time!â
Steve looks out and watches an old beat-up van wind down the road, music getting louder the closer it gets.
âYouâve got company! You should have said. Youâve been so kind, Iâll get out of your hair.â
âDonât be stupid,â Wayne tells him good-naturedly. âThatâs just my boy. Owes me dinner since Iâve cooked the last few.â Adds when the van is parking behind Steveâs rental, âYou should stick around for supper. He makes a mean lasagna.â
âI really shouldâŚâ
Then Steve sees him.
Wayneâs boy, who heâd assumed at first was his son but learned was the nephew he took in after his brother fucked up somewhere along the way.
Steveâs throat goes dry.
The music cuts off as the van door opens and out hops a man with wild black curls tied up into a mess of a bun. Heâs not even looking their way as he hip checks the door closed and walks back to the double doors. He swings them open, grabs a duffle, many bags of groceries baring the local Krogers logo, and a large glass casserole dish that looks far too fragile to be balancing the way it is. Before he closes the doors again, a large orange tabby hops out and winds around his legs, rubbing and trotting after its owner as he heads up the drive.
âSorry Iâm late, old man. Store was packed, and then Garfield here didnât want toâŚOh.â
He slows when he sees his uncle has company. Stops completely when his eyes land on Steve.
The guyâs young, could be a few years on either side of Steveâs age. Heâs wearing all black denim, complete with chains and large belt buckle. His knuckles are tattooed and Steve wonders where else he has them.
And heâs familiar is the thing.
And isnât that funny?
Because back in school. Steve would play reckless and brash. Heâd skip school, get in plenty of fights he always lost. Made friends with the wrong crowd and got into enough trouble. And he would wonder, in the way only a closeted bisexual boy could in the Midwestern US, what it would be like to run away with someone a little older, a little rougher, a little more mean. Someone who knew more about the world. Who didnât give a shit about kid stuff like Steve used to, like reputation and dating and getting into girlsâ pants as much as possible. On being the best all-American athlete he could so others would think, wow, that Steve Harrington sure is going places.
He would wonder, in profound secrecy and silence and repression, what it would be like to kiss someone like the man stood before him under the shade of a tall tree in the woods behind his house. What it might be like to touch another boy and not have to be afraid to death of the idea.
The large cat, Garfield, rubs up along Steveâs legs then. Walks a figure eight between them and yowls to be paid attention to. Steve reaches down to pet between his ears, is vaguely aware of the two other men talking to one another, of Wayne explaining why Steve is here, who Steve even is.
And Steve knows this guy. He does.
Heâs got long hair. Tattoos, maybe more hidden away. Has plush lips and flushed cheeks from standing in the cold with arms weighed down by too many things, and, andâ
âYouâreââ
âIâm Steve,â Steve says, straightens back up and holds out his hand. âSteve Harrington.â
The other man gawks. A bag slips from his fingers and a tub of cream cheese goes rolling right back down the small incline.
âJesus, boy,â Wayneâs muttering, walking down to help with the groceries. He grabs the serving dish first, then heads for the runaway cream cheese. âWhereâd your manners go? Introduce yourself!â
Wayne grumbles as he heads after the thing.
Steveâs hand is grasped, shaken, held. Steve smiles. Wants to roll up the long sleeves to see if heâs covered in the bats he saw during filming.
âIâm Eddie,â Eddie says, breathes really.
And oh wow. Wow.
Steve doesnât let go, and neither does Eddie.
âI heard you make a mean lasagna.â
A smile splits Eddieâs pretty mouth. âThat so? I wonder who said that.â
âSomebody who loves his nephew a whole lot.â
âHuh, no idea. Could you clue me in?â
Steve steps closer. âThink a little harder? Maybe you forgot.â
âMaybe,â Eddie says, and though itâs soft, itâs undeniable. âAlways forgetting things, thatâs me.â
Itâs him.
Wayne passes them by again, taking another bag from Eddieâs hands. Eddie sets the rest down at their feet, sparkling, dark eyes never leaving Steveâs.
âSteve hereâs an actor. Eddie, werenât you telling me you had a gig down in LA with the band a few weeks back? What a coincidence, that.â He keeps walking.
Steve watches him go inside, Garfield hopping happily after him.
When he turns back around, Eddieâs close enough he can feel his breath.
Steve glances at his lips. Sees them bend with amusement.
âItâs funny.â
âWhat is?â
âKing Steve, here in my uncleâs humble abode. What a surprise.â
King Steve is as close a moniker heâs ever received working in the industry. An irony thatâs followed him from high school into adulthood, even though the two werenât connected.
And something inside Steve breaks apart, blooms, shines.
Itâs him.
Eddie reaches up, traces a thumb along his bottom lip.
âI think weâve met.â
âI think youâre right.â
âCare to stay for some homemade cooking, your liege? I think we have a lot to talk about.â
The thumb at his lip dips, goes inside his mouth, briefly makes contact with Steveâs tongue. He wants to suck on it, wants to do a whole lot more.
âWe definitely do.â
Eddieâs hand falls away. He picks up a few bags and lets Steve take the others.
And as Steve follows Eddie Munson, his mystery guy, inside it hits him all at once. A punch to the solar plexus.
Just knew youâd be so good for me. Could tell the first day I ever saw you.
He knows him.
You showed LA whoâs king.
Not just from the shoot.
âOh my God, I know you! We know each other!â
Eddie Munson, the guy who walked over lunch tables and caused a scene. The guy Tommy shoved into lockers. The guy who dealt at every party. The guy who wore denim and leather and was in a band. The guy Steve watched, who watched him right back.
Wanted you forever.
I was actually jealous, and look at us now.
Canât believe how lucky I am.
Iâll remember this forever, sweetheart.
And Steve hurries in after him as Eddieâs knowing, familiar laughter leads the way.
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