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sugusatosluut · 6 months

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Yuuji Itadori x Fem!reader

MDNI✨

heads up: fluff, smut (experienced!yuuji, Virgin!reader , yuuji really wants you.

Your friend group was pretty big. Outside of school, the Tokyo and Kyoto classes hung out despite their differences. You guys hung out in a large group, so it was easy during these times for you and Yuuji to slip away and go makeout in an outlet dressing room or just talk and eat ice cream. Nobody knew about you two.. or at least that’s what you both thought. Nobara picked up pretty quickly, sometimes even foiling you guys’ plans to be alone. Megumi grilled yuuji about it until he confessed, making Megumi feel proud of him. Even going so far as to tell him to take that pinup poster down now.

The sun was setting, you and yuuji decided to slip away quietly again. Nobody really seemed to care because they were too caught up in arguing about water being wet and where you guys should go for dinner. You figured you guys would just be a short while since all you wanted to do was kiss him. The feeling was mutual to you from him as well. Yuuji grabbed your hand and snuck you into the nearest clothing store. You both stumbled into a dressing room, locking it behind you as you both stood looking at eachother. Yuuji sat down, then he gave his lap a pat.

“C’mere.” He smiled.

His smile was like looking over Tokyo at night. It made your heart warm and felt like a breath of fresh air. Yuuji was always so gentle with you, even when he was so wrapped up in kissing you, his compulsion to squeeze your hips into his was overshadowed by how soft you were being with him. You sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling at him. He couldn’t lie, he’s been wanting more than just a glance at you all day.

“You look good, is that the shirt I picked out from So-Chee?” He smiled.

“Mhmm, I wanted to wear it today. The fabric is soft for a tank top, it’s very tight fitting and my boobs finally feel secure.” You giggled softly as you pressed a kiss to his neck. You flowered your kisses all over as he moaned softly.

“Your body looks amazing. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He said kissing you back.

You sucked on his neck softly, moving place to place leaving small marks that were barely recognizable. He pulled your body close, kissing you passionately on the lips. He let his tongue glide and part your lips, finding his way to your own eager tongue. His hands grabbed both sides of your face, his thumbs on your cheeks as he tongued your mouth down, exploring your minty breath. He pulled away softly to look at you, then planted his face in the cleavage of the light pink tight tank top he got you. Your breasts were practically screaming for him to put his face there. You had something for him, something you’ve been waiting to tell him for a while and you didn’t want to do it on an outing like this.

“Can we go to your dorm after dinner with the group tonight? Just me and you?” You asked.

“Mhm, I have something for you anyways, been meaning to give it to you.,. Ugh why do we have to go...” He groaned quietly as he pecked each of your breasts with a sloppy kiss.

“Let’s go before they think we died. The last thing I want is for kugisaki to make a scene like last time.” You joked.

“Yeah, let’s see if they ever figured dinner out.” Yuuji smiled at you.

The dinner plans went through, you all sat at a place similar to hot pot. It was a major success between the two groups. Forget bonding at school, the schools would never agree to fund a trip like this. It was good to outside of school and all the rivalry. You sat next to yuuji and yuuta, smiling the whole time.

That was, until yuuji put a hand on your thigh under the table. You were a blushing mess at something so innocent. His hand stroked the bumpiness of your knee. Fingers threatening to creep up and touch your pulsating mess under the skirt you wore. Both your hands were under the table, but you didn’t dare try to stop him from doing what he was doing. You wanted to show him you were ready too.

“Hey, Itadori. Can you please pass the meat? Maki says the ramen would go good with it and I kinda want to try it.” Yuuta smiled.

“Of course.” He smiled.

Yuuji’s wallet dropped out of his pocket, you got down and smirked to yourself internally before ‘accidentally’ palming his crotch to catch yourself.

He breathed in a sharp breath before taking a glance at you. You were smiling at him.

“Oh-im sorry yuuji. Here let me fix that.” You said from under the table. You gave him a quick feel up under the table over his clothes. He was already hard. You got up from under the table and playing between his legs. He was quite shocked to say the least but he was turned on. The innocence you kept in front of your friends was intriguing especially since he’s been the one to feel and witness how nasty you could be in private. Oh god when could he touch you?

After dinner, you and yuuji walked to his dorm instead of dropping you off at yours first. You sat on his bed having already explored his room many times before. Nothing devious or naughty the previous times, you two watched movies and cuddled and held game nights at his place usually. Tonight was different though. Tonight you wanted privacy.

“Okay sweet girl, stay right here. I got you some stuff just because I was thinking about you really hard the other day.” He smiled. Yuuji Itadori just had one of the warmest smiles. It could pull you right out of sadness.

He approached you with a big bag.

“Woah! What’s all this?” You asked. If your eyes could be giant hearts, you’d let them stay that way forever.

“Go ahead, open it.” He gestured.

You took the paper out of the bag and a card fell out.

“You can save that for last though, here lemme see.” He said gently taking the card from you.

You took some things out the bag.

Some lip gloss that you glanced at the other day while it was just the two of you, some scrunchies, a new purse, some socks, a yellow hoodie to match his own, and a.. what is that?

“It’s a vibrator.” He smiled nervously.

You looked at him lovingly.

“Oh- yuu i wanted to ask you something.” You smiled at him.

“You know whatever you ask for, if I can give it to you I will. I cant say no to my pretty girl.” Yuuji said caressing the small of your back.

“Can we do it? I know what I’m asking isn’t easy but I know what I want and I want it to be with you.. I’m ready.” You blushed.

Yuuji moved your hair out of your face and brought you on top of his lap. You looked pretty like this. Face red off your nerves, eyes hopeful yet full of curiosity and desire. Yuuji wanted to make sure you were sure because he wanted this just as bad as you did. He wanted to see you fucked out on his cock, damn near drooling and begging for more. Some night’s he would jerk off just thinking about the lewd images that popped up in his head while he was already thinking about you. He’s glad Megumi made him take that damn pinup poster down.. he never looked at it or admired it, but sometimes in the heat of the moment, instead of seeing the pinup girl, he’d imagine you on the poster, fingers lingering over your dripping cunt and eyes squinted shut. God, was Yuuji Itadori lucky..

“Okay princess, take it all off.” He smirked at you.

You smiled at him, taking off your tank top and your skirt. Yuuji was kinda shocked, no bra? And the lace panties he was staring at through the lingerie shop window? God you were perfect. He couldn’t waste any time, he needed to make you feel good, he needed to be the one to corrupt you, make you feel so good. He took his clothes off, leaving him completely stripped in front of you, his cock slapping the skin of his stomach, just long enough to reach past his belly button. You were shocked at the sight in front of you. You and yuuji and done stuff but you’ve never seen him naked. He had a girlfriend last year but you didn’t know much about their relationship, you assumed they’d probably had sex. You were in for a treat.

Yuuji lied you down on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked softly at first, your quiet moans edging him on. He wondered if he sucked harder, would you get louder? So he did. He sucked hard and your body writhed needingly in response.

“ah-yuuji- feels s’good.” You whined.

His fingers traced your panties, feeling how wet you were. There was already a wet spot on his sheets. How embarassing, you couldn’t keep it contained any longer.

“Looks like my sweet girl couldn’t wait any longer for me, you’re already so wet. I bet I could just slip right in.” He kissed your neck. While kissing your neck he discreetly slid one finger inside you. It felt uncomfortable at first, then the pleasure hit. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he fingered your hole perfectly. Loud mewls escaping your lips, showing him your satisfaction. There was a feeling in your stomach, it kept growing more intense until you finally felt it, you released all over yuuji’s fingers.

“Naughty girl, you didn’t tell me you were getting close.” He smiled at you.

“I’m-s-sorry yuu.. I can keep going, I want more. I want to feel that again.” You panted.

Yuuji’s eyes lit up with joy. He moved you, he took his spot under you and positioned you so that he was perfectly aligned with your leaking hole. It was still pulsating at the thought of his cock entering you.

“Princess this might hurt or it might feel good. You’re really soaked. Just tell me if it hurts I’ll stop.” He said looking you up and down.

You nodded. “Yes baby.” You smiled.

You sank down slowly onto his cock, feeling it stiffen up more inside you. You yelped, closing your eyes and catching your breath.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, just needed to catch my breath. You’re so big.” You whispered.

“You can bounce whenever you want, just hold onto me.” He said grabbing your waist.

You wasted no time, both your hands were placed on his chest as your knees helped while you lifted your waist and dropped back down on his hard shaft.

“Y/n- Princess-slow down, you’re already so tight, I might just cum.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Sorry, just feels so good yuu.” You panted.

You continued at a slower pace, yuuji was a moaning mess. He couldn’t believe it. His love, this pure virgin school girl was riding him, hole tight and gripping his cock so tightly. He was more than qualified to take this from you, to corrupt you with his cock and make you his. He couldn’t take it anymore, he moved your hands behind your back and held them together with one hand, while he gripped your waist with the other. He started thrusting into you at a fast pace with heavy force, tits bouncing everywhere and moans filling up the room along with the slapping of his balls against your ass cheeks.

“Hah-huh- oh yuu—— ah- ah, fuck me!” You screamed out.

“Anything for you princess- fuck- mm.” He moaned.

Yuuji scooted himself up, continuing to thrust into you. His lips attached to one of your tits as he nipped and sucked. He’d left several marks that only he’d be able to see whenever he wanted. His thumb bruised your hip, he was gripping you so tight. You weren’t able to see it but you knew it would be there later.

The ripple of your ass as he smacked his hips into yours at such a strong and fast pace was getting him so close. The coil in your stomach started to build up again.

“Yuuji- I’m close!” You cried.

“Me too- hang on- fuck.” He cried out. He threw you on your back in a swift motion and continued his sweet assault on your cunt, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“I’m gonna cum y/n, fuck you’re so perfect for me.” He moaned.

Without warning you squirted all over, making you a panting, moaning mess. Yuuji enjoyed your fucked out expression. The one he’s been daydreaming about and imagining every night. The coil in his stomach was ready to snap. He pulled out, spewing hot white ropes of cum all over your breast and your stomach. You both were sweaty and panting, just staring at eachother. Yuuji kissed you on the forehead.

“I meant it, you’re perfect.” He smiled.

“You’re perfect.” You said back to him.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can cuddle.” He said.

Yuuji quickly changed the sheets before hopping into the warm shower after you, then when you both finally calmed down, you got comfortable under the new warm and thick blankets he changed for the bed.

“Aren’t you glad I kept some of your underwear here?” He chuckled.

“Mhmm, my hero.” You sighed as you got sleepy.

“Hey, if you’re ready.. I’d like to tell the group we’re dating. I was gonna ask you regardless of when we did.. this.. but I’m serious. I never wanted anyone as bad as I’ve wanted you. You’re perfect for me, and I love you.” He said playing with your hair.

“Yuu.. I’d love that. Can we still sneak away and have our own little adventures?” You asked.

“We can do anything you want sweet girl.” He winked, kissing you as you both fell asleep soundly in his dorm.

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koolades-world · 1 year

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More Obey me! Headcannons

had so much fun last time I wanted to do it again

Satan is so smart, but has issues doing basic math and refuses to admit it, like he can’t figure out fifteen plus seven without his fingers or a calculator (is this me projecting? maybe)

Belphie bought himself and Mc matching house slippers. Mc thought Beel felt left out and made Belphie buy a pair for him too

Beel has a huge green thumb, and takes upon himself to save plants he thinks are sad or lonely. He buys the dying plants from the store to bring back to life (partially inspired by the chat where someone, forgot who, told beel that if he talked to plants they would grow faster my precious baby)

Lucifer is the best cook at the HoL, but rarely has time to cook. Beel is the second best but usually eats the ingredients before he can make anything with them. Mammon is probably the worst because Levi can make food from animes almost perfectly

Asmo once almost set a store he was collaborating with on fire with his rage alone because they spelt his name wrong

Beel probably needs a new toothbrush every couple weeks. Belphie probably gets toothbrushes mixed up and uses ones that aren’t his

Lucifer and Solomon like prune juice haha old men

The one thing Luke and Simeon have seriously disagreed on is if raisins belong in dessert. Michael likes them, so Luke does too. Simeon thinks they’re awful but never directly says it, so Lucifer usually says it for him

Despite always being online, Levi had not once checked his RAD email. He has 9,999+ emails, probably a lot more because 9,999 is where it stops counting

Mammon collects cool rocks and keeps them in a box under his bed

Satan’s hands are always freezing, so he sticks them under Mc (or a cat) when possible, or uses a charmed hot water bottle from Solomon that stays warm for days at a time

Solomon and Asmo have had matching bracelet sets for as long as they’ve known each other, and since they didn’t make them anymore, they got some custom done for Mc so they could also have them

For about 1,000 years, Thirteen though jelly beans were an actual kind of bean and Solomon never let her let it go

The first food Mc and Mammon ate on a date in the human world together was Taiyaki, so he made it a point to learn how to make them to surprise Mc (even though he’s a terrible cook) (I might make this a fic since I like this idea so much)

Diavolo has always wanted a Devildom version of a hamster but Barbatos refused to have any kind of rodent in the castle, rat or not

Luke probably downloads those stupid app games with the ads unironically

Satan’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel because she ran off to do what she wanted without caring what her father thought, it’s giving daddy issues. He’s probably considered running off and marrying Mephisto to make Lucifer angry

Raphael unironically enjoys off brand chips and soda

Lucifer is a nail biter, and Asmo is helping him curve the habit by putting a nasty tasting top coat when he does his nails, and it’s also why he wears gloves all the time.

Belphie and Satan once went up to the humans world together to mess with people in Salem, Massachusetts with magic, which spawned several conspiracy theory books. They read them together and laugh as a past time

Diavolo once went to the human world in his demon form for,, reasons, and accidentally got written into ancient mythology because he got spotted by humans

Barbatos had a home garden for cooking and sometimes lets Asmo have leaves from some of the plants to make homemade skin care products

Mammon probably has lots of earwax. Don’t share your earbuds with him unless you make him clean them afterwards

Belphie has a really large water bottle that’s always on his side table. He wakes up randomly though the night, chugs an ungodly amount of water and then passed out again. In the mornings he has to piss really bad but is too lazy to get up and actually do it, so he just sits and complains. Even Beel isn’t sure how he’s able to drink that much water in a short amount of time

Satan likes waking up early to enjoy the morning air and read outside for a while since mornings can get hectic with his brothers

Thirteen’s favorite torture device is the Iron Maiden. She had her own that she bedazzled. Even Asmo is jealous and wants her to make him one too

Mammon introduced Diavolo to Gatorade, and instead of sneaking behind Lucifer and Barbatos’s backs to drink Demonus, they have secret Gatorade meetings

Diavolo and Lucifer definitely both had a hidden Dialuci stash of things and probably clash trying to collect limited edition things online

None of the Obey me cast took birthdays or passing of years seriously until Mc entered the picture and suddenly time was precious, and they actually kept track. Because of this, nobody is really sure how old the twins are

Mephisto thinks roosters want world domination

Asmo thinks cilantro tastes like soap and Levi thinks anything cola flavored tastes like cough medicine

Mammon's favorite party trick is one Mc taught him, which is rolling his tongue Everyone he meets, including his brothers, thinks it's so cool when really it's just a genetic thing

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daisyvisions · 6 months

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A Little Motivation - (e.s) | Pt. 2

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Baseball Player!Eric x Fem! Reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: Now that you have Eric’s undivided attention, he is determined to study hard and claim his prize. But will he be able to handle how hot his prize is?

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), multiple male masturbation, oral (both m! and f! receiving because… it’s a 69 🤪), handjob, face riding, groping, some dry humping, cum eating, hickies, pussy!drunk Eric, reader turns Eric into a fumbling mess, praise kink mentioned, let me know if I missed anything. Proofread once.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Part 2 is finally up! Sorry for the wait y’all, but at least I didn’t leave this one dusting away in the WIPs. Consider this my advanced birthday gift to our puppy boy Eric!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Read Part 1 here!

Ever since the tutoring session, Eric could not stop thinking about you.

The old image of you suddenly shifting into a new one as he replayed the chain of events that had happened hours ago. It was like you were a gift slowly unraveling in front of him. And he was eager to know what kind of surprise was in store for tomorrow.

As soon as he got home, he ran to his room and plopped down. Hastily unzipping his pants and freeing his aching member from his boxers to relieve all the pent up tension you’d given him earlier.

Spitting on his palm for extra lubrication before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, gradually pumping himself as he holds your used panties in his other hand. Shoving the damp material against his face as he inhales the scent of you, wishing it was you that was bouncing on his length instead of his hand.

The blue balls you had given him was so bad, he even came thrice in succession. Continuing to fist himself after the first high came around until his body started to convulse after the third one.

He can’t recall a time anyone has ever had an effect on him like this. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been in a dry spell for quite sometime, or maybe because there was something with the way your eyes bore deep into his soul. Or maybe even your teasing but delicate touches that sent shivers down his spine like no one ever had.

Either way, whatever trance you’ve placed him under he swore he never wanted to get out of it.

After rounds of relieving himself Eric was motivated to study hard for your next tutoring session tomorrow, something he would never be caught doing in a million years.

He was incredibly determined to please you. Not only because of the special reward you had promised him, but because there was something with the way you praised him that gave him a newfound confidence. Not even the compliments from his coach or the screams of adoring fans during games could compare to what he felt with you.

Eric leaned back on his chair for a moment thinking about it again. His heart fluttering against his chest as he replayed your sweet words of praise.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“You’re doing sooo well…”

“A little reward for today superstar, you deserve it.”

His mind started to drift as he thought about how your alluring voice would sound as you praised him for other things aside from school work. Thinking about the way your hands would slowly comb through his hair as praises turned into moans of his name. Chanting his name like an endless prayer while he had his way with you.

Eric shook his head and immediately patted his face to get himself out of the little fantasy brewing in his mind before his cock stirs in his pants again.

‘Keep on studying and you’ll get your reward tomorrow.’ He told himself.

This was definitely going to be a long night for him.

As soon as Eric rang the doorbell to your apartment, he was immediately greeted by the image of you wearing what he thinks was the most jaw dropping sundress he’d ever seen.

The way the fabric naturally hugged your figure, accentuating every curve that he never noticed until now. Not to mention how lightheaded he felt the moment he got a whiff of your perfume, slowly permeating his lungs as he stood there frozen like an idiot.

“Well… let’s get to it shall we?” You smile, already noticing the effect you have on him.

“Y-yeah. Yeah sure let’s go.” He stutters.

It was a good thing Eric studied the night prior, otherwise nothing would've entered his brain after reviewing with you for almost two hours straight (which was a new record for both of you).

“Wow, you went through the entire session without looking at your phone!” You exclaim as you close your notebook shut.

“What can I say? I love to learn.” Eric smugly says as he leans his back on his chair, raising his arms to stretch for a moment.

“Oh yeah?” You flirtatiously reply. You visibly see Eric gulp down whatever was stuck in his throat as his cheeks started to turn slightly pink.

You let out a small giggle as you pull out the mock test from your bag and slide the stapled papers his way.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Eric nibbled on his nails as he anxiously watched you grade his paper. Nervously shaking his leg as you kept on flipping to the next page with no reaction on your face whatsoever.

As soon as you finished, you flipped back to the very first page and wrote down on the top right corner his overall grade and drew many stars around it. You looked up at him with the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen.

“Good job Eric! You got a perfect on this mock test!” You praise him as you rest your hand on top of his and give a light squeeze. The small gesture making his heart flutter inside his chest.

“Almost seems like you studied before the session, hm?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Me? Studying outside our tutoring sessions? Pfsh-” Eric replies but refusing to look you in the eye.

You laugh at his reaction and it was like he was seeing hearts floating around you and the feeling of your warm hand still holding his was enough for him to feel a sudden throb beneath his jeans.

Jesus, keep it together Eric.

“So.. Uh… About that reward…” He inserts the reminder before any awkward air entering between the conversation.

“Oh. Eager now are we?” You tease as you push your chair backwards and stand up.

You walk over to him and hold your hand out for him, grabbing it and getting up from his seat as you lead him into the living room, instantly pushing his shoulders down as he plops onto the couch.

Eric doesn't even have time to process what’s going on until you suddenly straddle his lap, both knees resting at each side of his thighs as you lower yourself onto him. His hands immediately find purchase on the soft dips of your hips.

“For doing so good today, you get to choose what kind of reward you want superstar-”

You immediately dive into his neck, placing light pecks until they start to turn into lingering kisses. Licking and sucking on his pulse as you wait for him to tell you what reward he wants to cash in.

“H-holy shit-” Eric eyes roll back as he tries to focus on the softness of your lips kissing his sensitive skin.

You hold his hands in yours as you guide them under your dress. Guiding him from the globes of your ass to your inner thighs. As Eric explores the softness of your body with his fingertips, he lets out a deep groan as he discovers the fact that you were not wearing underwear this whole time.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

You feel Eric's bulge twitch beneath you, trying to hide the smirk growing on your face as you continue to leave red and purple marks on his neck. Who would’ve known how pussy drunk he could get?

“C’mon Eric. What will it be?” You mumble against his neck.

He tries to open his mouth to speak, but all the words just end up stuck in his throat as groans escape his lips instead. You pull your head away from his neck and move your face closer to his.

“Why don’t I make the decision for you, hm?” You lean to give him a deep kiss before pulling away, grinning from ear to ear as his lips attempt to chase after yours.

“Just lie down for me okay? Let me do all the work.” You whisper in his ear.

Eric whines at the lost of your body against his as you get off his lap. His eyes are focused on you the whole time as you instruct him to lie down on the couch, waiting to see what you’ll do to him next.

You straddle him once more, but this time sitting on his stomach as you face the other way with your ass in his line of vision. Eric’s not able to see what you’re up to, but he can definitely feel and hear his belt unbuckling and your fingers pulling the zipper of his jeans down as you free his aching cock.

He feels your hands slide into his jeans, his length throbbing in your hands as you continue to palm him sensually. You could feel your own core throbbing simultaneously as you play with him, hooking your fingers to the waistband of his briefs before completely freeing his member.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his fully erect cock, his pink flushed tip weeping with pre cum as it twitches on its own. Veins protruding on his length indicating how hard he is for you. You adjust your position, moving backwards to sit on his chest as you lower your head to give his mushroom head a few kisses and kitten licks.

The act alone already has Eric moaning like an untouched virgin. The way he could feel you kissing his member all over and lapping at his length slowly. But his eyes roll back as soon as he feels his cock suddenly enter the warm and wet cavern of your mouth.

“Fuck, just like that-” Eric mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. The way your mouth expertly moves up and down, almost as if his cock was actually inside your cunt. This was probably the best head he’s ever had in his life. His head completely in the clouds as you kept on working your mouth on him.

Eric instinctively places his hands to your ass, pushing the hem of your dress to your waist and exposing your naked bottom. The moment he opens his eyes, he’s greeted by the image of your glistening cunt inches away from his face. The sweet smell of your essence makes his cock twitch inside your mouth.

He wastes no time by pulling your ass closer to his face and immediately darts his tongue between your folds, lapping and sucking at your core as much as he can.

The feeling of his mouth practically making out with your pussy lips makes you suck him even harder than before. Muffled moans shared between you as you both busy yourselves with tasting one another.

You release his length from your mouth with a pop, continuing to pleasure him as your hand fists him up and down. Soft whines escape your lips as the tip of his tongue flicks your sensitive clit.

You’re so desperate to chase after your high, you don't even realize you’re starting to grind your core onto his face. The vibrations of his groans against your cunt making your walls clench at nothing.

Eric feels like he’s entered a different dimension. He’s never had a girl aggressively ride his face like this before. The way he’s starting to lose oxygen and taste nothing but you drives him closer to the edge of his own high.

You already know he’s close with the way his moans begin to stutter. So you take his length inside your mouth once more as you suck the life out of him and continue riding his face like there’s no tomorrow.

You both reach your highs together, his warm load exploding inside your mouth as Eric laps and sucks whatever essence comes out of you as if he’d been dying of thirst. You immediately get off his chest and adjust your position to face him, slightly giggling at his obvious fucked out face.

His senses come back to him as he starts feeling you grind your bare pussy on his strained cock, whining as soon as you stop rolling your hips and lean down to kiss him again. You smile into the kiss as you feel him throb beneath you. Tasting yourselves as your tongues intertwine for a moment.

As you break from the kiss, Eric looks at you with stars in his eyes. The way you seem to be glowing in front of him as you gently caress cheek. You give him a small kiss on his forehead as you smile at him before leaning close to his lips to whisper,

“See? All you needed was a little motivation…”

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snowy-vee · 3 months

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밤양갱 (Bam Yang Gang) Ellie W.

n/a: I wrote this today, 1.7K words, I have zero idea why but since my inspiration is not going towards my published on going stories, I decided to be writing things and posting them, to not lose the fun. ENJOY!

warnings: emotional eating(? mostly like binge behaviour but not like BED.

DON'T FORGET YOUR DAILY CLICK

You were running behind her trying to catch up to her but her steps were firm, and by the way she walked, you knew she was truly angry. You had messed up this time.

All your friends stayed in the bar after the scene you caused ¿Was it truly all you though? That girl was too close to Ellie, giggling, touching her arm, whispering things in her ear and you had to watch that from the other side of the table, having to endure the occasional glances from your friends. They were seeing it too but there was no way they were going to say anything, they just wanted to know if you were okay with what was happening.

How could you be? Why was Ellie letting that happen? Why was she smiling too? Her face was slightly red, you wanted to assume that it was the alcohol and not the words that were mutter in her ear by the girl, a pretty one… No, you couldn’t stay calm, not when it felt as if you were the one who didn’t belong. So when you stood up and your drink was emptied on the girls’s head, everyone gasped.

She screamed calling you ‘crazy bitch’, Jesse had to hold you to not jump over the table and show her how crazy you could be. Ellie grabbed your arm, dragging you outside of the bar, you were still screaming harmful things to her.

The cold breeze of the winter hit your hot face but you were fuming and you would’ve have kept screaming if it wasn’t for the demanding tone on Ellie’s voice telling you that it was enough, that’s how you were now running towards her. She stopped her walk and turn around, making you stop to and catch your breath.

There was a big gap between you two in that alley that you two end up with only some lamppost with low lights, she scoffed “You always want way too much. If I even look away for a sec, It’s like my brain’s on fire, you are way too intense, but you did there was just embarrassing, not only for me but for you, I hope you are aware of that”

You bit your lip, nodding slowly, trying to hold your tears while she was looking down at you. You had words stuck on your throat waiting to be thrown up, all your feelings, your mind was sending them as if it was keyboard smashing but when you opened your mouth only three words came out “Yes, I’m sorry”

“I bet you are” She simply said turning around and start to walk away again, leaving you there, cold hugging your bones making you shiver as you saw her vanished in the shadows of the night. The lights started flickering which made you come back from your little trance, swiping the drops that escaped your eyes.

You started walking opposite direction of her, not back to your friends, you couldn’t bear the humiliation that you brought by ‘‘overreacting’’ and if you saw that girl again you would not hesitate to break all her bones even if the rage had left your body after the glacial words of Ellie. The green neon lights of some 24h store made you enter it without saying hello, straight to grab a basket and fill it with a lot of sweets, not even caring about the price.

It look tasty? In. It had chocolate? In. Was it sweet chestnut red bean jelly? One of Ellie’s favourites, you had to have it in your stomach, maybe it would reach your heart and it would feel complete since Ellie liked the candy. You’ve watched her devour them throughout your relationship, maybe this would devour your heart the same way she was doing and make it explode because of all the sugar.

The walk to you house was entertaining as you chew slowly the fifth chocolate bar, this one had prunes in it, which made you gag a little bit, but you still ate it. It was gross but sweet at the same time, like a toxic relationship, like yours with Ellie ¿Right? Your relationship was addictive like chocolate but prudes came along and made it gross.

¿What were you doing? Comparing your relationship with food was stupid but as you enter your home, kicking off your shoes and sitting on the floor with your back resting on the couch, your thighs touching your chest and your mouth wide open while throwing half bag of acid candy inside of it. Your eye twitched, your mouth got out of your mouth involuntary and instant regret filled your facial expression but you laughed it off watching your reflect in the TV.

The memories when Ellie and you made stupid mistakes that later on would become in little stories that made you laugh when in the moment of the heat, it made you both cry, be mad, storm off the room but the moment your eyes met again it was all hugs, kisses and little ‘I’m sorry, I love you’. Thinking about that while you opened the cream buns and started munching one by one.

You bought two packs that came with three buns each, so you end up eating six buns. Your stomach was starting to feel weird and it made you feel nauseous but your mind was pushing you to keep eating, there was a void to fill and nothing you were eating seemed to satisfy the need, you were getting more desperate as the salty taste of your tears mix with the sweetness of the strawberry puffs.

Maybe if you weren’t so afraid of speaking your mind when the confrontation comes, things would be different but you were so scared that your words would drive her away that you just kept silent and apologized seconds later after your mistake, even if it wasn’t your fault, even if it irritated Ellie that you never spoke your mind, you just bottled up and exploded later on overdoing it. The thing was, that she knew what stuff made you act up and she still do them to get any reaction from you.

Tonight was not the first interaction Ellie had with the girl, all those other hangouts she clung on her as if she was the girlfriend and not you, pushing you away or sitting besides Ellie before you could, etc. You kept silent, swallowing all your thoughts, creating a pot of full venom on your stomach that you blurred out this night.

¿Why Ellie wanted to push you to show that she was yours? She should’ve created space between them two too. You sighed, you should’ve told her that, you needed to start communicating much better, stop eating your feeling and making you sick for days.

You look at the deflated plastic bag, anxiety running through your body ¿There was nothing left? ¿You ate everything? That was impossible, you needed to replace what was missing in your heart. You grabbed the bag upside down, shaking it until a red plastic envelope fall… the sweet chestnut red bean jelly, the last candy.

You wanted to eat it slowly, you were chewing and swallowing, barely feeling what was entering your belly, but this one? You had to. You took a small bite and started chewing slowly, feeling the soft jellied texture of it with the right level of sweetness letting the red bean flavour shine with its earthy taste and a hint of nuttiness.

Ellie’s face while eating it appeared in your head, a big smile, her cheeks full of it and begging you to try it, which you’ve never did, always thinking that it was a weird combination of flavours. The shine in her green eyes whenever she could find them in any store, buying at least three pack, the time she wanted to dye her auburn hair the same red as the bean jelly but you talked her out of it, the day she tried to bake it and almost got intoxicated…

The candy was halfway done. You looked at your phone, it’s been hours since you two went different directions ¿Did she arrived okay at home? Did she turn around and try to come back at you? ¿Did she go back to the bar? It did not matter, you missed her, you wanted to talk to her, you both needed that to go to sleep, you knew it. She was not going to call first, she was stubborn, so it was in your sweaty hands as you dialled her number.

…

She picked up, you could hear her breath, no words. You wanted to be firmed, not cold but neutral, one ‘We have to talk, be matured about this, communication’ and that was it, but maybe because of how sticky the jelly was around your tongue, your next words were completely different:

“So, I have half a red bean jelly and I know how much you liked them, I was thinking that maybe I could save it for later but It would go bad, Can I go to your house and give it to you?”

You facepalmed yourself mentally, closing your eyes and letting your head rest in the couch seat, looking at the ceiling, repeating the word ‘stupid’ all over without making a sound. Ellie clicked her tongue and you heard the zip of something and the sound of some keys.

“I’m on my way” She said ending the call, your eyes almost popped looking at your phone’s screen. Your tired body suddenly was hit with an energy boost, you stood up and looked at the floor full of packages of sweets, you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a disaster.

The way you cleaned everything and still had time to cleaned up yourself a little bit made you think that maybe you acquired a new power, you were sure it had a name…

Knock, Knock. There she was, you don’t needed to check, you knew it because of the way your heart jumped pushing you towards the door, opening it and letting her in.

As she walked in, her eyes not even checking you, your body felt weak but excited at the same time. You were more than ready to speak your mind, you were so ready that the word you were searching before came through your mind.

Sugar Rush.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams au #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #elliewilliams #ellie williams #angst #fluff #ellie williams angst #snowy vee #ellie tlou #ellie fanfic #bibi #bam yang gang #Spotify

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starysky1289 · 5 months

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Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Dior.

A/N: sorry if this isn’t fantastic, been having a lil trouble writing, fics may be coming fewer and farther between, only because I wanna post stuff that’s good and worth reading. But I do hope yall enjoy this.

TW: Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting

“ You did what? “

“ I got myself a job at the mall!! I’ll be working at Dior!! I’ll be able to pay off my student loans easier now. “

Vanessa’s icy eyes stared at you. This job was a bit of a last resort, your loans where piling up and you felt that if you didn’t start paying now, you never would. You knew Vanessa was upset, but why would she be? She didn’t have to spend any more money on you, she wouldn’t need to baby you.

“ and you did this. Without telling me. You just decided to go and get a job?? Why don’t you talk to me! “

“ cause I wanted to surprise you Vanessa!! And now, I’ll be more independent, you won’t need to spend money on me anymore. Plus, right now I’m only working Thursdays,Fridays, and Saturdays, so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out. “

Vanessa’s gaze shortened, as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her. You where lucky you where on the campus, who knows what she’d do to you if you where at the house.

“ I don’t want you independent. You should be spending your time with me. God knows why I let you live in the dorm. I can’t with you right now y/n. “

Vanessa let go of your wrist and stormed off. You sighed, turning back to your dorm building. She was just protective of you, she didn’t want people near you. You’d be fine, she’ll get used to it soon.

*~*

You wore a simple beige shirt and black cardigan, as well as some simple jeans. It was your first official day on the floor, and you were simply assigned with fixing displays and putting the new bags out on the floor.

You were going through the boxes, pulling out the beautiful leather bags, gently placing them them onto the displays. You heard the click of heel’s against the marble floor, figuring it was just your manager checking on you.

“ well, if it isn’t my princess. Look at you, working. “

You turned around, your heart almost skipping a beat. Vanessa stood before you, wearing a pink checkered coat and black crop top, along with a white skirt. A bit more revealing than what she’d normally wear in public, but she probably had a party after this.

“ Vanessa! It’s great see you! Yes I love this job, it’s so simple and the people are great. I’m really happy I did this “

“ I don’t like how you’re not home. With me. But I suppose I’ll just, get over it. Never-mind that….don’t you just look gorgeous~ “

Vanessa stepped closer, and cupped a hand against your clothed heat. You gasped, trying to push her away.

“ n-no Vanessa. Not h-here! I’m working….”

“ im just making sure she’s alright dear…I haven’t played with you in a while, huh dear? “

“ n-Nessa….”

Vanessa snickered, pulling back and glancing around the store. You turned back to the bags, red hot in the face.

“ I think I’ll just look around, make sure no one messes with you dear. “

“ there’s security, I’ll be fine Vanessa… “

Vanessa only clicked her tounge, before walking off. You sighed, turning back to your work. You knew she’d keep bothering you at work, even if it messed you up her own schedule. You saw your manager walking over and tried to busy yourself again

“ hey, y/n. Everything ok? Saw something happen with that girl. “

“ alls ok, that was my girlfriend. She just came to check up on me, I’m getting back to work right now. “

“ alright,well, just make sure she dosnt keep interrupting you. “

“ yes maam…”

You sighed, looking at the hand bags you’d never be able ti afford by yourself. You didn’t wanna admit it to yourself, but you wanted this job, needed it. You just wanted to be yourself around people, and not the quiet, shy, obedient girl you were for Vanessa. But that’s just how you were, always willing to listen, desperate to please.

*~*

Vanessa would always come and visit almost every day you worked. Be it just passing by or coming in. And everyday something was off. One day some of the wallets where tossed around the display table, another the bags where out of there color coded order, which put your manager is tizzy.

One day, Vanessa came in with half the soroity. Why wouldn’t they, it was the yearly sale, and they all needed a new bag.

“ y/n, baby, why don’t you help me hold all this. And why don’t you choose something you want, for working so hard “

“ V-Vanessa I have to- “

“ Y/N. I told you to be restocking the shoes, there practically flying off the shelf’s. If you can’t- oh! Ms Shelly! I’m so sorry to interrupt your shopping. “

You looked between Vanessa and your manager bewildered.

“ it’s no issue, y/n was just going to help me and the girls shop, I hope you don’t mind “

“ not at all maam! Y/n. Ms Shelly is one of our top buyers, you’ll be best behaved for her and help her and her party with whatever they need. “

You knew better than to argue, and simply nodded, following Vanessa around the store, standing silently besides her as she and the girls shoped throughout the store.

“ your such a good little helper y/n. Here, I’ll get you this, it’s cute, isn’t it “

Vanessa tossed you a little pink wallet, 560 dollar, although on sale it would only be about 450, not like it changed much. A roar of laughter distracted you, you located it coming from the group of girls by dresses.

“ n-ness will you quiet them d-down…there disturbing the peace-“

“ don’t make me get your manager, sweetheart. You’ve been so obedient now, let the girls have fun “

Vanessa kissed you gently, and snickered, pulling you away to the next section. Something about this job made you feel even more worthless than you were before. People where rude to you, and you where taught that putting yourself first in this job was rude and horrible. You’d rather be home with Vanessa, listening to her talk about the latest gossip, and having someone to ramble about your writings, even if she didn’t listen.

You helped carry the bags and shoes to the register, leaving Vanessa to her own for now.

“ baby, real quick. “

You turned around, Vanessa slipped you the wallet and smirked.

“ all payed for, you keep it. I love you baby..thank you for helping me~ “

“ oh, t-thank you nessy. I love you too, I’ll see you tonight. “

You kissed her gently, and turned back to your work, feeling warmer and bubblier than usual.

*~*

“ Y/N!! My office, now! “

You quickly turned from your work, you’d never hear your manager this angry. You made you way over your her, and followed her into the office. You sat in the chair across from her, trying not to seem scared.

“ your fired. “

“ W-what?? No, n-No why?? “

“ why? You’ve stolen from us, and you carry it around with you like it’s nothing! “

You quickly understood what she ment. You pulled out the wallet, staring between it and your manager.

“ no, Vanessa bought this for me! She gave it to me- “

“ now your blaming our top customer? You were the one working that sector! Give me the wallet. And get out! “

Tears swelled around your eyes, you saw it, Vanessa brought it up to the register, than gave it to you. She wouldn’t steal, she’d never.

You pulled your cards and money out of the wallet and handed it to her, before walking out of the office, and out of the store. You were already sobbing before you even got out of the mall, there wasn’t a bus to take you back to the college yet, so you’d have to call Vanessa.

“ what. “

“ V-Vanessa….i-I need you to come pick me up…t-they fired me. “

You sobbed into the phone, Vanessa went on mute for a moment, before comming back.

“ I’m coming baby. I’m so sorry, what happened? What could you have done? “

“ t-they think I stole the wallet…a-and didn’t belive it when I said you got it for me..”

“ my lord. I’ll be there soon baby, I knew this job would be too much for you. We’ll…snuggle…when we get home, ok baby? “

You sniffled, whipping your face and trying your breath. Vanessa was on your side, she belived you. She’d even comfort you when you’d come back. You needed her. She was the only person who could help you cope with this.

“ ok…thank you Vanessa…I love you..”

“ I love you too sweetheart, I’ll see you soon~ “

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #tw toxic relationship #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting

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shieldofiron · 1 year

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A Christmas (In July) Misunderstanding

Steve doesn’t want to doubt Billy’s trustworthiness. He knows after being flayed, Billy’s changed a lot. He’s even kind of friendly now, a little quieter, a little calmer.

So Steve feels like a jackass when he notices Billy going over to Claudia Henderson’s house every night for a whole week, and he immediately jumps to the worst case scenario.

It’s just that... he heard through the grapevine about what happened with Nancy’s mom, how her parents are getting a divorce and how Ted Wheeler is fighting for custody because of what happened. Steve doesn’t think it was Billy’s fault, not when he heard from Nancy how upset they all were.

When he asks Dustin, and Dustin says he’s sworn to secrecy he starts to worry. Because he really doesn’t want to think of Claudia Henderson that way, and he really doesn’t want to think of Billy that way. They just got to be friendly, and Steve doesn’t... he can’t believe...

Well, he’s a little jealous to tell the truth. Because Robin’s been saying Billy flirts with him, and honestly Steve was starting to feel a little flattered. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it exactly, but Robin seemed to think it was harmless and nice and he’d started looking forward to when Billy would come in to drop off his requisite pile of action and horror movies at the store. Billy’d given Steve his number, and he’d been debating if he might text him. Ask him what he was up to or try to start some kind of conversation. Maybe...

But then he noticed the Camero was often parked outside of Henderson’s place when Steve would drop Dustin off after when Mrs. Henderson was supposedly at her knitting group.

And that’s how Steve found himself waving to Dustin and Claudia on the porch, parking his beemer around the corner, and trying to creep around Mrs. Henderson’s house without getting in front of the big front windows. Tews noticed him, swishing her tail warily, but otherwise, no one seemed to be aware.

“C’mon, it’s starting,” Dustin was parked on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Hold your horses,” Billy’s voice was startling to hear in the Henderson house, where Steve had frequently had hot cocoa and watched Henderson do homework while they waited for Claudia to come home. Steve had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he’d had too much dairy.

“I fucked it all up,” Billy practically yelled.

“You didn’t mess it all up,” Mrs Henderson said softly, “Just be patient with yourself.”

Steve crept away from the living room, following the noise to the kitchen. Where Billy Hargrove was covering his face, a pile of snarled dark green yarn sitting in front of him.

“It’s okay,” Mrs Henderson said, undoing some of the yarn with a motherly smile.

“Christ,” Billy put his head down into the pile, “I suck at this.”

“It’s just a practice piece,” Mrs Henderson said.

“Yeah but it was going so well... I thought I might,” Billy looked up at her with a red face, “Give it to someone.”

“We’ll get it fixed,” Mrs. Henderson nodded reassuringly.

“Guys, it’s starting,” Dustin yelled from the other room.

“Come on, we’ll untangle while we watch,” Mrs. Henderson piled the yarn into his arms.

Steve frowned when he thought he heard another woman’s voice from the other room but as he made his way closer to the living room window.

“-allmark’s Christmas in July Summer Movie Marathon. We’re playing twenty brand new movies, as well as all your cozy Christmas favorites around the clock. Next up: A Christmas Misunderstanding,” The voice chirped cheerfully.

“Billy it’s your pick,” Dustin bounced on the couch.

“Okay, Henderson, but I’m trusting you with my bingo card,” Billy frowned at the yarn pile as he flopped down next to Dustin on the couch, “Gotta fix this for St-someone.”

“I like the green,” Dustin reached towards the yarn pile.

Billy just pouted, “Yeah, I did too.”

“Looks like...” Dustin glanced up at Billy’s face, and then he laughed a little, “Nevermind. It’s starting.”

“You want to stay through this one and the next one?” Mrs. Henderson asked Billy.

“Yeah. My dad’s not in the best mood,” Billy shrugged.

She just nodded, “As long as you like, sweetie.”

Steve didn’t much feel like staying and listening to a whole hallmark movie just to prove it to himself. Come to think of it, Lucas had mentioned that Billy was going to knitting to help with his dexterity, because the scars on his hands had messed him up a little.

Steve felt like a world class jerk. Even more so when Billy had come to family video the next day and returned Timecop with a weird look on his face when he looked at Steve. He asked Steve to meet after work, and Steve’s stomach sank. He knew. He didn’t know how he knew but he knew.

He had to just apologize before it got too bad, before Billy pushed him to the ground like so many years ago. Not that Steve didn’t deserve it. He felt like shit, and he didn’t know how to explain that he just had the most suspicious mind ever.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy crooned when Steve finally got off, catching and returning Keith’s glare as he shuffled to his car. He sucked on his cigarette hard.

“Hey,” Steve shuffled on his feet, wishing locking up had taken a lot longer so he has something to do with his hands.

“I had a question to ask-”

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurted out.

An expression streaked across Billy’s face, “I didn’t even ask you yet.”

“I’m sorry that I thought you and Mrs. Henderson had something going on. I was so fucking stupid, I just thought... I saw your car, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Billy’s face was red, “You saw us.”

“Yes, I thought-”

Billy tossed his cigarette to the side, “Mrs. Henderson isn’t like that.”

“I-” Steve choked out.

“I’m not like that anymore,” Billy huffed.

“I know,” Steve muttered.

“Then why,” Billy’s voice rose, and he clenched his hands at his sides, “Would you-”

“I like you,” Steve whispered desperately, “I like you and I got all up in my head because the last time I liked someone like this they liked... someone... else.”

He trailed off when Billy opened his door as if he was preparing to go.

“I’m sorry, I’m really fucking sorry, please-”

Billy cut him off by throwing a pile of knotted green yarn at his face.

Before Steve could even fully figure out what was going in, Billy had his hands in Steve’s lapels, dragging him forward.

“You jealous, Harrington?”

“Yeah,” Steve blinked.

Kissing Billy Hargrove was maybe the third most surprising thing that had happened to Steve in the past 24 hours. The second being that he found out Billy Hargrove secretly liked knitting and watching Hallmark movies, and the first being that Steve had said he liked him, and meant it.

Steve hadn’t been much for Hallmark movies but he swore he could hear the music swell.

Billy kissed him slowly, knee-weakeningly, his soft lips dancing over Steve’s with a hunger that Steve hadn’t imagined. When he pulled back Steve actually whimpered and tried to follow, leaning forward and stumbling into Billy’s space.

“You don’t need to be jealous,” Billy said with a frown, “Don’t be jealous. Don’t...”

Steve fell into another kiss, sliding his hands up to Billy’s jaw to hold him in place.

Turns out the knitting project was for him. Family Video green, though Steve noticed it also worked well as a Christmas scarf.

#harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fanfic #hallmark loving billy hargrove

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unabashegirl · 1 year

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Enticing 22 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

— all chapters of enticing —

word count: 1.9K

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I just want to let you all know that I have the workflow already planned out for the rest of the chapters. I’ve decided to do TWO SEASONS of Enticing and I already have the end of this first season planned. I’ve decided to do two seasons because it would give me the chance to post a new series that I’ve been working on, and it would also give me time to get ahead with the second season and get ahead. Anyway, happy reading!

It was a gorgeous day in Lake Como. The night before after arriving, they had gone straight to bed. All five had been exhausted after the trip. Besides the exhaustion, Y/N's mind had been a mess. She had felt how distant Harry had been. He had barely spoken to her and whenever she reached out to hold his hand or kiss him, he would pull away. So, when the morning came, she didn’t lay and wait until Harry woke up, but instead went straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

She put on a hot red bikini and threw on a beige linen set. Y/N looked over her shoulder to make sure that Harry was still sleeping before sneaking out of the room with her sandals in her hand, so his sleep wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Good morning!” Chiara was in the kitchen, preparing some coffee and making some fresh juice. “How’d you sleep?”.

“Good! Would you like some help?” She offered, even though she could see that she had it handled. Chiara like all the high society women that Y/N had met, had a chef and a team of helpers. It hadn’t been easy for Chiara. She was a traditional Italian woman who liked to have control of her kitchen, but the house was too big, and she was terribly busy with the store's management.

“No. It’s all right. Alessandro and William are already outside having breakfast. You should join them! I’ll be there in a second”.

“Holy shit! This was a journey” Y/N called out as she approached the table under the trees. “I wasn’t hungry, but I am now.” The table had been set up under a gazebo. It was adorned with fresh flowers and placemats that matched the color of the flowers.

“Good morning!” Alessandro put down his phone and leaned up to kiss her cheeks. “You look gorgeous.”

“This place is a dream” Y/N hugged William and then sat down beside Alessandro. “What time did you get up?” She asked as she started serving herself some food.

“At five” William sipped on his coffee, “We went out for a jog. I haven’t been able to button my pants since Rome” Alessandro and Y/N laughed. “I am not joking, but do a regret it? Absolutely not”.

“Where are Harry and Michael?”

“Harry is sleeping”

“I haven’t seen Michael.” Alessandro pointed out, “Perhaps he went out?”

“I’ll text him” William quickly texted him, “What are we doing today anyway?”

“I was thinking of just having a chill day by the lake. Does that sound good?”

“That sounds perfect” Y/N just wanted to lay out, read a book and get a tan. She was tired and wasn’t up for dressing up or going out to meet anyone. She was nervous. She thought about confronting Harry and asking why he had been in a mood. However, she was sick of confronting him and tired of trying for him to share his thoughts. Plus, every time she confronted him things got out of hand, and they ended up saying hurtful things to one another.

After breakfast, they all went down by the lake and settled by the dock. Alessandro made sure that food and refreshments were set out for everything they might need. He even made sure to set out sun tanning beds.

“I am seriously now concerned for Michael” Y/N put down her book and pulled her sunglasses down.

“Why?” Harry asked, coming down the dock only wearing his bathing suit. He was drinking a glass of orange juice and holding a pastry.

“Good morning!” Alessandro called out as he turned to look at him.

“I think you mean good afternoon.” William rolled his eyes as he sipped on his beer. “You sick? It’s weird for you to get up this late”.

“Fine. Where is Michael?” He said sharply, as he walked down to Y/N’s tanning bed and sat by her legs.

“That’s what we are trying to figure out” Y/N muttered and pulled her legs away from Harry just as he felt him trying to caress them. Harry turned to look at her momentarily.

William attempted to call Michael, but it went straight to voicemail.

“He is not answering.” Just before William suggested calling the police, he received a text.

I am fine. See you at dinnertime.

“He is alive” William rolled his eyes and threw his phone at Harry, who caught it swiftly.

“What is he hiding?” Y/N asked as she sat up and took her sunglasses off to be able to read the text.

“I don’t know. It better be good” Harry mumbled, “What time did you get up?” He asked Y/N as he ran a hand down her back.

“Early” she shrugged and pulled away from him. She knew she didn’t have to act like it, and it wasn’t going to solve anything. However, Y/N wanted to make him feel like he had made her feel lately. She wanted him to feel the distance that was growing between them.

“What’s wrong?” Harry whispered to her, but she shook her head and opened her book. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, but her mouth remained shut with her eyes glued to her book. Harry sighed heavily and sat by the edge of the dock with his feet in the lake.

The day passed by them. Alessandro blasted music even though Michael and Y/N were reading. The sun was high in the sky and the wind wasn’t too cold or too hot.

“Beer?” He offered Y/N.

“No thanks”

“Why?”

“Because she gets drunk very easily with beer” Harry responded for her, which only made Alessandro laugh. “I am not kidding”.

“One is not going to hurt her.”

“She is a lightweight”

“Okay, can you stop speaking on my behalf?” Y/N interrupted him, “I’ll have one. One is not going to hurt” She shrugged and reached out.

“Last time by your third beer, I had to basically carry you out of the boat” Harry laughed remembering that night. He had chartered a boat to watch the sunset and had made sure that there was enough alcohol on the boat for them.

“Let her have one” William rolled his eyes, “Shit, you are her boyfriend, not her father”. As soon as the words left his mouth the tension got tense. Harry’s jaw tensed, but he swallowed back his comments and tried his best not to say anything to him.

“Here. Have fun princess” Alessandro popped one open for her and kissed her head before going back to his seat. And so, Y/N drank her beer followed by another one. Alessandro was just about to hand her another one before Y/N stopped him.

“I need to pee” she squeaked, “I’ll be right back” William chuckled as he watched her run down the dock towards the house.

“Y/N” Harry called out as he followed her.

“What?”

“What’s going on with you?” He grabbed her arm and stopped her. “You were fine yesterday, and today you are treating me like a strange— “

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Y/N interrupted him, “That’s exactly how you make me feel” She pulled her arm out of his grip. “Sick and tired of your on-and-off switch, Harry. It drives me crazy”.

“I’ve done nothin’ wrong!”

“Yes! Yes, you have! Take accountability for your actions” she yelled, poking her chest harshly. “If we keep going like this. This is not going to work” Y/N turned around and walked into the house in search of a bathroom.

“I am sorry,” He said to her as she walked out of the house.

“Sorry is not going to do it anymore, Harry. You can’t keep pushing me away whenever you feel like it. I deserve some stability.” Harry exhaled loudly and reached out for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and try to meet eyes with her, but she kept looking at everything except at him.

“I know. I was a prick and I pushed you away instead of talking to you. I promise to open more” He pushed some hair out of her face and cupped her face in between his big hands.

“This is it, Harry. I am not going to continue entertaining this if you keep acting like this” She whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Alright. I understand. Can I hug you and get a kiss?” He had been acting distant and stand-offish, but it had all been because the texts he had read had left his head spinning. Harry had felt like he had been on the verge of losing her to another. He had been so caught up in figuring out his part relationships that he hadn’t noticed another man in the picture. Harry wasn’t self-conscious, he was extremely comfortable in his own skin, but for the first time, his world had been rocked.

Y/N nodded softly and kissed him as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I am taking the job” Y/N confessed while Harry gripped her chin.

“Really?” He pulled away with a soft smile. He was surprised. He didn’t think she would ever agree to change her job as a nanny for a corporate job. Harry could see her potential, and he knew that she would thrive especially with the guidance of one of his close friends.

She nodded enthusiastically but was nervous at the same time. When she had gone to college, she had dreamed of a job like the one that Harry was offering her. Harry kissed her lips, hard enough to steal her breath away.

“I am nervous” She whispered against his lips. Harry smiled widely and kissed her forehead.

“You are going to do great. I am sure of it” Y/N smiled feeling all fuzzy inside and excited.

The atmosphere improved significantly when they got back. They finished enjoying their day in the sun and stayed outside to admire the gorgeous sunset. As soon as the sky turned dark, Alessandro encouraged them to get up and head back to the house to get ready. He was starving and wanted to continue enjoying drinking and without food he couldn’t continue.

“This is delicious,” Y/N said as wiped the corners of her mouth. Chiara and Ricardo had joined them which had only made dinner much more entertaining. They had told them embarrassing stories about Alessandro and had also shared how they had met and fallen in love.

“It’s also not hard to prepare. I must give you the recipe” Lamb chops had been served over a bed of pesto pasta. The wine had been as consistent as the amount of bread that they had devoured.

“Where the hell have you been?” William called out to Michael who stood at the archway of the door.

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nevermore-baby · 1 year

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Alright dating Steve and Eddie would be fun, but it also comes with some adjusting to do. I mean, three people barely out of their teens, all living on their own for the first time and trying to learn to live together. Thought below the cut.

word count: 800

Imagine you learning that your boyfriends can be just as initiative as you, and they are just as much a part of the household.

You were walking one day, all tired and wet because of the rain, and all you wanted at that moment was to eat some nice hot dinner and cuddle with your boyfriends. Maybe take a nice bath too. None of that would happen, though, because you remembered that no hot meal could actually be there for you - you finished the last leftovers today at lunch.

You opened the door, immediately taking in the aroma - “something is slightly burned”, you thought to yourself.

“Hello?”, you called, taking off your boots, and the soft bickering coming from the kitchen stopped. Seconds later, you saw Eddie’s head poke out from behind the door.

“There you are, baby, just five more minutes and the dinner will be ready!”, he grinned, coming to hug you by the door.

“Dinner?”, you frowned, following his lead back to the kitchen.

“See for yourself”, he said, letting you in through the kitchen door. The kitchen table was made, table cloth and everything, plates (all from different sets, but who cares) and the cutlery settled.

“There will be no dinner, Munson, if you don’t drag your ass back here and look after the chicken.”. Steve was fiddling with the stove, looking stressed, wearing an apron - yours, so it didn’t really do much for his massive figure - hair dishevelled from him constantly putting it back and out of his eyes. Eddie, not before setting you down at the table, moved around the kitchen swiftly, listening to all the orders coming from Steve. You couldn't help but laugh at their “old married couple” bickering, and as promised, five minutes later all three of you were sitting at the table eating red chicken curry with slightly burned chicken and slightly overcooked rice. But who were you to complain?

Imagine Eddie learning that mistakes are okay and you weren’t going to get mad at him.

One day you’re sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Eddie who’s doing the dishes. He’s telling you a story from the last dnd campaign, and he’s expressive, throwing hands up and everything - you honestly loved when he was so entranced by something that he didn’t care about taking up space and being loud - but the dishes are soapy and slippery, and one time a bowl just slips out of his hands onto the floor, breaking into big ceramic chunks and small ones, too. Eddie stops mid sentence, startled by the sound, and you see him looking at his feet, face dropping, You try to get up, but you’re pushed back onto the chair by Eddie.

“Sit there, don’t move! I- I’m so sorry, I’ll clean it up, I’ll buy us a new bowl tomorrow, okay?” Eddie drops to his knees, hands shaking when he’s trying to pick up the big pieces.

“Hey, Eddie, stop right there. You’re gonna hurt yourself!”, you stood up nonetheless, pointing at his bare feet. “Go put something on before stepping there, okay? I’ll go grab a broom to sweep the pieces away.”

You see Eddie look at you from the floor, brows furrowed and confused. He was biting his lips anxiously, and you could see a droplet of blood forming there already.

“Cmon, get up”, you prompted, offering your hand.

“You’re… you’re not mad?” he asked quietly, getting to his feet.

“No, of course not. It’s just a bowl. There are a ton of them at that thrift store next to my work, we can all go and pick one we like”, you said lightly, smiling at him.

“But why… why would you help me clean the mess? It’s my mess, I made it, I gotta clean it up.”

“Well, it’s our kitchen and our house, and we’re a couple, and I'm not going to just sit there while my boyfriend cleans up.” Right after you finished, you felt Eddie pull you into a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist too.

Imagine Steve learning that he doesn’t have to pretend he understands everything anymore and he can ask questions if he doesn’t know something.

You just came home from work one day, catching Steve in the living room. You started your usual rundown of your day - Steve was very invested in your work drama - walking around the living room, while Steve sat, looking very concentrated and listening carefully.

“Wait, who was that who gave the talk today? Jessica?”, he asked, brows forming a crease.

“No, it was Jennifer”, you paused for a brief second before continuing. “Anyways, she was speaking so eloquently, I was so surprised-”

“Speaking how?”Steve asked quietly, his forehead wrinkling.

“Eloquently”, you repeated slowly, seeing Steve’s lip move, trying to mimic the pronunciation. “It means fluently. Like, very clearly, easy to follow.”

“Got it”, said Steve, which was your green light to continue.

Imagine all three of you slowly discovering each other's “trouble areas” and helping each other grow and get rid of old habits that came from the lifestyle you had before.

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katsu28 · 2 years

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i LOVE ur writing smmm could you please do jj maybank x reader where u guys get sent to go grocery shopping and end up getting kicked out because u were messing around 🫶

ur the sweetest ily!!! <3 i enjoyed writing this so much, thank you for the amazing request!!

supermarket shenanigans

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: see request!

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, allusions to sex, inappropriate behavior for a grocery store lol

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“Yo, d’you think John B would notice the difference between regular cheddar and extra cheddar Goldfish?” You glanced over at JJ from where you were scanning the shelves for the brand of popcorn Pope had asked for, where he was holding two almost identical looking bags of the tiny fish shaped crackers. “Like, I know he asked for extra cheddar but I kinda wanna get the regular one just to fuck with him.”

“You really wanna get between John B and his Goldfish, don’t come crying to me when he cuts your dick off in your sleep,” You replied, to which JJ’s eyes widened, and he instantly tossed one of the bags back onto the shelf.

“Copy that. What else do we need?” He asked, making his way over to slide his arms around your torso as he peered over your shoulder to look at the list on your phone.

You and JJ were on grocery duty this week, and seeing as the only thing left in the Chateau fridge was the stale butt end of some old bread, the two of you had quite a shopping trip ahead of you.

“Frozen pizzas and…Eggo waffles.” You recited off the list, maneuvering the shopping cart towards the frozen foods section with JJ hot on your tail.

The blast of cold air from the freezer as you yanked the door open raised goosebumps on your arms, but was a cool escape from the sticky heat of a summer day in the Outer Banks. You’d stay inside this air conditioned store forever if it weren’t for the impatient blond teenage boy currently sagging against you with his entire body weight.

“I’m bored,” He whined, digging his forehead into your shoulder.

You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose, because although you loved JJ, the heat radiating off his body was stifling. “Get away from me, J, you’re too hot!”

“Don’t I know it, babe.”

“Not what I meant.” You groaned, unpeeling yourself from him. “Why don’t you head over to pick up some fruit? Sarah wants white peaches and grapes.”

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone. Holler if you need something off the top shelf, short stuff.” JJ huffed, but you knew he was just poking fun at you.

“Kie said she also wants strawberries and bananas for smoothies!” You called after his retreating form, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the haphazard hand he waved over his head in response. JJ disappeared around the corner, and you went back to browsing the frozen pizzas.

It didn’t take long before you heard pounding footsteps coming back your way, then JJ’s voice.

“Babe, babe, look,” He sounded a tad too gleeful for your liking, and you already knew he was about to show you something he wasn’t supposed to. Turning around, your eyes clocked in on the eggplant he was holding over his crotch, then flicked up to his shit eating grin with a raised brow. “Look at my schlong, babe!”

“You wish it was that big.” You snickered.

JJ looked immediately offended, head cocked and nose wrinkled in maximum offense taken at your words. “Not cool.”

“Sorry.”

“So not cool.” He muttered, chucking the eggplant into the cart with a childish pout. You stifled a laugh, letting the freezer door swing shut before following JJ as he stomped back to the produce section. Grabbing a few produce bags, you milled around, picking up some fruits and veggies to toss into the cart for the week’s dinners. Free food from The Wreck was nice, but you were starting to feel a little bit guilty about freeloading off the Carreras for so long.

JJ was still moping around from your earlier jest, and now you felt bad, so you came up with your own way to cheer him back up.

“Hey, J,” You lilted, attempting to get his attention. No response. “Wanna see my melons?”

That got him good. His head whipped around so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d given himself whiplash, eyes wide at the chance of possibly seeing your boobs. His shoulders slumped in disappointment, however, when he saw that you were in fact not flashing him, but holding two mini watermelons in front of your chest.

“Funny.” He deadpanned.

“You didn’t actually think I was gonna show you my tits, right?” You snorted, making your way over to him with your hands on your hips. He shrugged, letting his hands slap against his sides disappointedly. “We’re in public, baby.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

Your face grew warm, and you reached over to shove his chest lightly. “Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now, Y/N,” JJ smirked, catching your hand and bringing it up to kiss your palm. “What was that thing you were asking me to do last week at the beach? Wanted me to take you in the back of—”

“Oh my god, stop it.” You hissed, wrenching your hand back.

“Gimme a kiss and I will,” He countered, puckering his lips at you. You shook your head with a snort, shoving your palm into his face instead of granting his request.

“Get a grip, dude.” You moved to walk away, but JJ lunged at you, grabbing you and spinning you around in a circle before setting you down again. “JJ!”

“I’ll get a grip on you, sweetheart,” He growled, biting at the side of your neck gently.

“Did you just bite me?” You exclaimed incredulously, scrunching your nose in confusion. JJ mumbled something unintelligible, planting a soothing kiss over the spot he’d just bitten instead of answering your very obvious question.

“Kiss. Now.”

“JJ—”

“Please?” He pleaded, squeezing your hip. “I’m dyin’ here, woman, gimme something!”

You braced your hands on his biceps, craning your neck to brush your lips against his ever so gently, and JJ’s eyes fluttered shut in anticipation for your sweet kiss. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to knee him in the balls—not too hard, you still needed those working for later—and then scamper away.

“Jesus fuck—ow!” He swore, doubling over in pain. “Baby, what the fuck?”

“Come and get me, blondie,” You taunted, winking at him before disappearing around the corner of a shelf. JJ only faltered for a second before he took off after you, heavy boots pounding on the tile as he chased you through aisle after aisle, dodging some very annoyed shoppers with his barging across the store.

You, on the other hand, were a little more polite about it, weaving through carts with a ‘so sorry!’ to every person you passed. In hindsight, inciting a chase in the grocery store wasn’t your best idea, but now that you’d started it, there was no going back. Not until JJ caught you.

Skidding to a stop in the pet food aisle, you bent over, bracing your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t see or hear JJ anywhere, which was a good sign. It meant you could take a break and—

“Gotcha, sweetheart,” JJ’s breath was warm against your neck as he collided with you out of nowhere, snatching you up around the waist and nearly bowling you over in the process. He squeezed you impossibly tight, so tight that your attempts at wriggling out of his arms soon proved a wasted effort. “Thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” You lilted, winding your arms around his broad shoulders with a sheepish smile.

“Solid effort, I’ll give you that.” He hummed, mirroring your grin. “Now can I have my kiss? Please?”

“Yeah, alright,” You’d barely gotten the words out before his lips were moving against yours in an eager kiss. As always, you melted right into him, the feeling of his hot mouth on yours turning you into putty in his muscular arms like it always did.

“Excuse me, ma’am, sir,” Your kiss with JJ was interrupted by a sharp, nasally voice cutting through the atmosphere, causing you to pull away from your boyfriend with a start. Behind him was a severe looking man in a shirt displaying the store’s logo, frowning at the both of you like you were merely the gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“Hi. So sorry,” You felt your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot at being caught making out in a random aisle, pushing one hand against JJ’s chest lightly to stop him from going for another kiss, drawing a pout from the blond boy. “We were just—”

“We’ve been getting some complaints from other shoppers about disturbances to the shopping environment and concerns of inappropriate behavior from the two of you. We’re going to have to ask you to please leave the store.”

“Come on, man, we were just messing around,” JJ sighed, shifting around to face the guy with a half-assed shrug.

He didn’t look amused. “Please make your way out of the store, or I’ll be forced to call the police.”

“No need for that, we’ll go,” You said quickly. Another run in with Peterkin and Shoupe was definitely something neither you nor JJ needed. “Sorry again for the disturbance.”

Before anyone could say another word, you tugged JJ out of the grocery store and back into the sweltering heat of the parking lot, not stopping until you were safely making your way to the Twinkie parked crookedly towards the back.

“That was so embarrassing!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Disturbances to the shopping environment, my ass,” JJ rolled his eyes, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Those folks got sticks up their butts.”

“We were being a bit disruptive.” You admitted, smiling guiltily.

“Only because you wouldn’t give me a kiss. If anything, this is your fault.”

You shot a playfully pointed look at him. “Whatever.”

“So…how do we tell everyone we didn’t actually get any groceries?”

“That is a very good question.”

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sluttyminghao · 2 years

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can you do svt reaction when the member walked in while both of you have rough sex pls

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Seungcheol: when Vernon walked in on you and Seungcheol fucking, you were immediately covered with a blanket and you could hear Vernon profusely apologizing before the door slams, with Seungcheol yelling at him long after the door is closed. Cue your sex being even rougher due to the adrenaline in both your systems

Jeonghan: you feel your high getting closer with each impatient thrust from jeonghan. his grunts and groans are only spurring you on further, driving you straight towards your orgasm. you felt as if you were peaking right when Soonyoung opened the front door and jeonghan immediately flung himself over you with a bright flush on his cheeks. the living room probably wasn't the best place to have sex.

Joshua: The dressing room was small, but you both managed to fit in there perfectly. Your clothes had been flung over the chair and your body leaning over the sofa, Joshua’s hips frantically slapping against yours. It was a race against time to get you both off before he went back on stage, but your time was short lived when Minghao walked in and scoffed, while Joshua cursed him out for not knocking. So much for your orgasm.

Junhui: “I know it’s not the most comfortable place, but I can’t wait to get home,” Jun’s voice is raspy in your ear as he pushes your panties to the side and slides his cock in, head banging on the roof top in the process. He grimaces but pushes on, making you feel good as always. He knew he didn’t have long, but you had looked so good he needed to have you right away. A pout crosses his face as Seungcheol taps on the window with a disapproving look, while Jun looks like he is going to cry.

Soonyoung: He figured that since it was late and you two were the only ones in the practice room, he could have some fun with you. He has you pressed to the mirror, cock sliding against you teasingly and he’s whispering vile phrases in your ear to rile you up even more. Right when he’s about to thrust into you and start fucking you, Chan decides it’s the perfect time to come in and ask for guidance on some choreography. Safe to say he never asks Soonyoung for advice again.

Wonwoo: he’d had writers block for a couple days and was frankly, quite sick of it. he needed to get his brain moving again, so he invites you over to let off some steam. he’s got you against the shower door and he’s thrusting like his life depends on it, which is abruptly stopped when Jeonghan bursts in because he needs to brush his teeth right at that second. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Wonwoo that mad but he looks so hot when he’s mad.

Jihoon: the studio was soundproof, which had it’s privileges. it meant he could do whatever he liked with you within reason, and you could both be as loud as you wanted. unfortunately it meant you couldn’t hear anyone wanting to come in to the studio. That’s how you ended up with Seungkwan walking in, screaming at Jihoon who in turn started a screaming match with Jihoon, while you covered yourself with a pillow.

Seokmin: He’s not normally the type to get horny in public, but seeing how good you looked trying on lingerie in the store he couldn’t help himself. He pushed you into the dressing room and proceeded to rip the lingerie off you and tease you relentlessly, until you’re whisper-begging for his cock. He had built up a steady rhythm, maintained a quiet rhythm but had the absolute shit scared out of him when Junhui pulls the curtain open to see where Seokmin had wandered off to. Cue a stumbling mess of a man trying to get you dressed and cover himself, while Jun laughs his ass off. He is not allowed back at the lingerie store anymore.

Mingyu: He’d been teaching you how to bake the entire morning, and with just one glance over at you to see how you were going, he felt himself getting hard. Your hair tousled and a slight sheen illuminating your face, he can’t help but move behind you and begin to grind against you. This leads to a heavy make-out session and then moves to Mingyu pinning you to the kitchen counter and fucking you mercilessly. It probably wasn’t a good idea though, considering Joshua barged in looking for food. There wasn’t even time to cover up before Joshua was screaming and Mingyu was running for cover.

Minghao: he just wanted to help you relax after a hard day at work. he had set the mood with candles, soft music and had body oils out so he could give you a massage. one thing lead to another with him and soon enough he was holding you down and thrusting into you doggy style whilst you’re both on the floor. minghao had forgotten that Wonwoo would be home, and was pretty pissed off when he barged in without knocking. he promptly removed himself from you, shoved wonwoo outside and shared some choice words, before coming back and fucking you harder than ever.

Seungkwan: sometimes, seungkwan just wanted to relax in the bath with you and have nice evening relaxing. but tonight, he was so worked up seeing how your body looked, even when covered in bubbles. he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you atop him and having you ride him like your life depended on it. Seokmin must have not noticed the tie on the door, because he yelped, a short “oh fuck sorry!” before Seungkwan is hopping out before you can say anything and chasing him down the hall screaming profanities at him.

Vernon: it’s a well known fact that he doesn’t get angry or irritated easily, but he had been at this photoshoot for hours with the hip-hop unit and he was getting ready to throw hands. as soon as the director announced the shoot was over he was dragging you to the changing rooms and fucking all his anger and stress out into your tight hole. he didn’t even blink when Mingyu opened the door, just continued fucking you like his life depended on it until the door closed with a soft thud, and Vernon only upped the pace of his thrusts, until he’s filling your insides.

Chan: Tour buses are not known for being roomy, but Chan was so needy and he needed to have you right this second after the stunt you pulled with your outfit at their concert. He pulled you to his bunk and immediately removed your clothing and fucked you from behind, his hands all over you and his lips on your neck. “Chan, you might wanna be more quiet if you’re gonna fuck,” Jihoon’s voice filters past the curtains and you’re sure he’s got a smirk on his face, while Chan buries his head in your neck and whines loudly. He was never going to hear the end of this.

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pregnant-piggy · 1 year

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March

The Artist’s Muse series

Remus Lupin x reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: the onset of spring brings a few changes to Muses; Remus finishes his novel, you have to say goodbye to Timmy, and you realise something that turns your world upside down

warnings: death of a cat

It was a rare silent day in Muses as you sat behind the check-out desk, scrolling through your social media. It wasn’t usually this quiet but over time you had learned that once in a while, there’d be a day that very few people entered the store and you had the time to check your inventory and clean.

It also gave Remus the time to work on his novel. You had stuck to the promise you’d made on New Year’s Eve about not teasing him until he’d let you read his first draft, but you had encouraged—and sometimes forced—him to work on it. Partly because you were curious, mostly because he had been working so hard on it for so long and he deserved to have the final product in his hands and be proud of it.

You knew he was somewhere in his final chapters, but since he had started writing them he’d been awfully quiet about the whole matter and you were nearing the point of giving up waiting and instead spying to see where he was. And you almost did get up from your seat and barged into the office when Remus emerged in front of you.

Red cheeks, tired eyes, but a smile that could light up the entire room. His curls were a mess from running his hands through them, which you knew he did the entire time when he was thinking. He had rolled up his sleeves and you had a hard time not letting your eyes wander to his forearms.

“I’m done.”

“With the day?” you asked. “Because me too. I want to go home.”

But Remus shook his head full of gorgeous curls. “No. I’m done. I finished it.”

“What?” You dropped your phone, staring at Remus with wide eyes. Then you smiled widely. “You’ve finished it? You did it?”

Remus let out a disbelieving chuckle. “I did it.”

“You did it!” You jumped up and ran around the desk to throw your arms around him. “Rem, you did it!”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up, circling you in the air. Along with excitement, butterflies rushed through you and your cheeks blazed as you held on tight. When Remus put you down you lingered for a second, but he didn’t seem to notice.

You held your hand to your cheek as if to brush something away and felt your hot skin under your palm. This was very much not the first time it had happened and with the way you’d been feeling lately you guessed it also wouldn’t be the last time, but now you had the guise of excitement to hide behind. You shook the thoughts of and grinned at Remus.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were close to finishing?” you asked, giving him a weak push.

He caught your hand. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you were pulled closer to Remus’ chest. “Well, it sure was surprising,” you said softly, gazing up into his light brown eyes.

You were highly aware of the close proximity. Of the fact that it would only take one movement to kiss him again like you kissed him on New Year’s Eve. There was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that it was wrong to have those thoughts but over the past months you’d learned that it was so much nicer to ignore that voice.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said.

“Don’t say that, love. You haven’t even read it yet.”

You shook your head. “I don’t need to read it to know I’m proud of you for finishing. Don’t make this smaller than it is, Rem. You should be proud of yourself, too.”

He considered your words for a moment, eyes lifting to a place over your head. Then he blinked and turned his gaze back to you. His eyes bore into yours and you were certain that your knees would buckle any moment.

“I am… proud of myself.” He smiled carefully. “Thank you.”

“Good.” Your hand was on his chest, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you felt his heartbeat through his jumper. It was fast and you wondered if he really struggled that much admitting he was proud of himself.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered all your strength and took a step back. There was nothing that you wanted more than to stay there in his arms for the rest of you day, or life, but you had to remind yourself that Remus was just your friend. And you didn’t want to make things awkward between you two.

“So,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “When do I get to read it?”

Remus’ hand dropped alongside his body as he let out an airy chuckle. He gestured to the office. “It’s all yours, love.”

- – - – -

You’d spend most of your night reading Remus’ novel and the rest of it crying over the story and your talented friend. Remus had told you about the plot years before and you’d been hearing him muse over it for years so you had known what the story was about and how it would end, but still it had been surprising. It moved you and whether that was the story itself, which was heart-breaking, or just holding the result of Remus’ hours and hours of effort and passion in your hands, you weren’t sure but you hadn’t been able to keep it dry.

Somehow it felt as if you knew Remus better now. Even when you believed that you already knew everything about him. He had been your best friend for almost eight years now and you had seen him go through ups and downs, had been by his side through his darkest times and his happiest moments, and had shared every single thought you had with him. You knew how he would react to things before he himself even knew. You could sense what he was thinking just by looking at him. And he knew you the same way. Remus was your person.

Yet, his writing was a part of him that he usually kept shielded from you. You’d read things of him before and you knew his behaviour while he was writing, but it was harder to you to get a sense of what was going through his head when he sat behind his laptop or with one of his thousand notebooks.

Reading his work now felt like stepping into his brain. You sensed his presence behind the words and characters, his emotions oozing out of the pages. It was Remus through and through, yet you saw how he had tried to keep himself out of the story. His characters were part of him but they were their own persons, with their own fears and desires. He had created them, yes, but it was as if they were living their own life in his story.

Words could not describe how proud you were of him. He had done this, actually done it. When you had teased him before it had always been because you knew that he could do it and you hated to see him doubt himself. But now he had finally started believing in himself and even though he wasn’t happy with the final result—you doubted he ever would be—at least he knew that he could do it.

When you opened the door of Muses he was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, a book in his lap but his gaze lost in the distance. For a minute you stood in the door opening and watched him. It was one of your favourite things to do. Just look at him. There was something about the way he moved that tall body that made you want to watch him for hours. When he put books on the shelves you couldn’t reach. When he tried to fold himself into a chair that was too small. When he was writing and forgot about the rest of the world. When he ranted to you about something new he had learned.

You wanted to be around for all the moments with him, for the rest of your life, and you’d be lying if you said that you just wanted to be friends. That ship had sailed. A long time ago, you figured. Now you were alone, lost at sea, so far gone that you were sure there was no way back.

“Rem?”

Remus tore his eyes from where he’d been staring and turned to you. You felt him watching you as you shrugged off your coat and hung it on the hook by the door. When you turned back you noticed the nerves on his face.

He had no idea what you thought of his story. You hadn’t called him after you had read it, because you didn’t want to do this over the phone.

He cleared his throat. “So…” He rubbed his palms on his trousers. “What, uh… What did you think?”

You looked at Remus and his nervous smile and frightful eyes. He was adorable.

“Rem,” you started and he sat a little straighter. “It was beautiful. I loved it.”

He stared at you for a minute, then let out a relieved sigh, and burst out in tears.

You were crouched next to him in a second, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he buried his face in your neck and cried. Your body absorbed the shocks of his sobs and you held on a little tighter when you felt the tears through your shirt.

“Oh, my love,” you said softly. “You did such a great job. I am so so proud of you.”

You moved so you were sitting with Remus’ knees on either side of you. Carefully, you lifted his head from your neck and smiled at his teary face. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“I hope they are happy tears,” you mumbled, brushing a curl from Remus’s face.

He nodded and chuckled watery. “Relieved tears.”

“We can deal with those,” you laughed.

“Thank you,” Remus said. “I know it’s not what you usually read, but—”

“Rem, I’d read anything you write. You know that.”

He sniffed. “That’s not true. You’ve never read my Star Wars fanfiction.”

You snorted. “And I intend to keep it that way. Right then, I’d read anything you write that doesn’t involve Luke Skywalker.”

“Wasn’t even about him,” Remus mumbled, but there was a light smile on his face.

“What I wanted to say,” you said, “before we dove into seventeen-year-old Remus’ cringe past, was that I genuinely think it’s good. I’m not just saying it because I’m your friend or think you’re cute. What you wrote is really good, Rem. Really fucking good.”

Remus blushed and smiled. “Thanks.” He sniffed and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jumper.

“Gross,” you said and he pushed you away.

You nearly fell back to the floor but Remus caught you, his strong hands holding onto your waist. You looked up at him, heart thumping heavily. He was close and you could almost taste the cranberry vodka again. Why did he have to be so intoxicating?

“Thanks,” you muttered and slipped from his hands as you stood up. You squeezed your eyes and gave your head a little shake. “We’re celebrating tonight. I don’t care if you have other plans.”

Remus laughed. “You know I don’t,” he said. “And if I had I’d cancel them for you. You know that too.”

You swallowed thickly. “Hm, I do. I know very well you have no life.”

“Wow,” Remus said, placing a hand over his heart. “Why so cruel?”

“You’re going to be a famous author soon. Someone ought to keep you grounded.”

“Good thing I have you, then.”

You bit your lip, trying to find the huge grin that threatened to spread on your face. Remus’ gaze flickered down to your mouth and quickly back up, and you were sure your heart stopped for a moment. You let out a breath more trembling than you liked.

“Yup. All yours.”

- – - – -

In hindsight, you should have known something was going to ruin your day. Your morning had been near perfect; the sun had been shining when you woke up, the daffodils were in bloom, Sirius had your coffee ready when you stepped into Hot Stuff, you found out Muses had done great last month, and there was Remus, which was something wonderful in itself.

The morning in the store had been full enough to keep you busy and you hadn’t really paid attention to the ginger furball that entered somewhere in between restocking books and helping a mother pick a book for her teenage son. Timmy came and went whenever he liked so you didn’t even notice him entering anymore.

When Remus went out to get coffee after lunch, the store was empty for a moment and you sank down in one of the armchairs at the window. Timmy was lying on the windowsill, tucked between books, lounging in the early spring sunshine.

“Hey, buddy,” you said and reached out your hand to pet him. He didn’t move and that’s when you should have realised something was wrong, but you didn’t yet. Your mind was still occupied with the extra shipment of books you’d received and where you’d put them.

You frowned when you noticed Timmy wasn’t responding and got up from the chair. He was lying with his head turned to the window and you had to stand over him to take a look at him. “Timmy?”

Carefully you placed a hand on his belly and gave him a soft rub, but you already knew. There was nothing you could do. Tears filled your eyes and you slowly dropped to your knees, resting your head on the windowsill next to the cat.

That’s how Remus found you, with tears silently rolling down your cheeks while you stroked your hand over Timmy’s ginger fur.

“Love? What’s going on?”

You heard him move but you didn’t look up. Just kept stroking.

Then Remus suddenly crouched down behind you, his knee brushing your back. You finally looked up and found him looking at you with a worried expression. He followed your arm and when he saw the cat, the corners of his mouth sagged down and he let out a sigh.

“Oh love,” he said and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

You leaned back and dropped your head on his shoulder. Remus was warm and you wished you could stay in his embrace forever. He rested his cheek atop your head and softly caressed your back.

Timmy hadn’t even been your cat. There had been weeks when you hadn’t even seen him and you’d wondered if he’d come back at all. But you’d always kept a bowl of water and food ready for him and the place on the windowsill was his spot.

You sat there with Remus for a few minutes, just staring at Timmy. It must have been a strange sight for anyone walking past Muses but you didn’t care.

After a while, Remus patted your arm and you leaned away from him to let him stand up. He offered you his hand.

“Come on, love.” He pulled you up and wiped the tears from your face. “We’ll bury him in my backyard, okay? We’ll ask James and Sirius to come and we’ll celebrate his life. How about that?”

Numbly, you nodded. Remus pushed you into the chair and gave you your coffee.

“It will be okay. He had the most beautiful year of his life, I’m sure.” Remus smiled at you. “I think all the other cats were jealous.”

You chuckled softly and gave Remus a little smile back. He relaxed visibly and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he went back to work.

- – - – -

“I’ve never been to a funeral for a cat,” James said, legs on Remus’s coffee table. He shrugged. “It was nice.”

“I think ‘funeral’ is exaggerating what we just did,” Sirius laughed. “But if attending a cat-funeral is something on your bucket list I’ll let you have it.”

“As a matter of fact it is. Right in between attending a yacht-party and directing a film about two guys fighting crime and solving murders from their bakery. ”

“Seems oddly specific.”

James pursed his lips. “There might be some autobiographic elements to it, yes.”

You chuckled, sinking deeper into Remus’ side. After you had buried Timmy under the apple tree in Remus’ backyard you, him, James, and Sirius had settled in the living room. You were sitting next to Remus on the sofa—in one of his jumpers because you’d gotten cold outside—and James and Sirius were sitting opposite of you sending you conspiring glances as Remus pulled you closer against him.

You were doing much better than this afternoon and that was all thanks to Remus. If he hadn’t been there with his gorgeous smile and careful jokes and unwavering support, you didn’t think you’d have been able to smile at James’ jokes now.

And sitting next to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his warmth more comfortable than a weighted blanket, his chuckle so deliciously deep that you felt it in your bones, there was a voice in your head that was getting louder and louder. It had been whispering for a while, trying to get your attention but, in all honesty, you had been too afraid to listen. Because Remus was your best friend. And the voice was telling you things you shouldn’t feel for a friend.

But since that New Year’s Eve party, since that kiss you couldn’t forget, the voice had been growing louder and now you couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was as if someone held their lips next to your head, screaming it in your ear.

You could no longer deny it; you were in love with Remus.

The man who had been your best friend for all those years, who had stood by your side as you’d grown up, who had given you the change to join him on the reckless adventure that was Muses. You had always known that you’d want Remus around for the rest of your life, but you had never allowed yourself to consider sharing it with him. Yet lately, with the simplest of things you found yourself wishing he was there with you, just so you could tell him about it or hear him laugh as you did something stupid. You were lucky enough to see him every day in Muses but you wanted more. You wanted him for the hours before and the hours after. You wanted him asleep next to you, brushing his teeth while you took a shower, making dinner with you and sitting at the dining table long after you’d finished eating, watching his lousy TV-shows while lying with his head in your lap. You wanted him for the earliest mornings and the latest night and every moment in between.

But you didn’t know what Remus thought of you. He was your best friend and sometimes, just sometimes, you wondered if maybe he felt the same way—when he stood so close or laughed so sweet or stared so long. When he called you ‘love’ and you had to strain every muscle in your body to not do something stupid like kiss him. However, other moments he pulled back from you, leaned away when you tried to reach out. He wouldn’t look at you or didn’t laugh at your jokes—which you knew were dumb but usually made him laugh anyway. You noticed the way he averted his eyes and bit back remarks.

Remus was a mystery.

One that gave your arm a little squeeze, asked “More tea, love?” and left you cold and alone on the sofa.

As soon as he was gone, Sirius and James turned to you with twin smirks.

“What?” you asked them, rubbing your face with the sleeve of Remus’s jumper. It wasn’t even late but all the emotions of the day had tired you. “Why are you doing that weird thing with your faces?”

James scowled but Sirius’ grin only grew wider. “Come on, darling,” he said. “You can’t hide it from us.”

You breath hitched. “Hide what?”

“It’s practically radiating off you.”

“What is?”

Sirius laughed. “Don’t start playing dumb now, darling. It’s not a good look on you.”

You squeezed your eyes at Sirius for a few seconds but then sighed. There was no point in denying it if they already knew. If anything, you should be glad you had someone to talk about this with.

“So how you holding up?” James asked, his expression turning from mischievous to sympathetic.

You glanced at the door Remus had left through. You could faintly hear the sound of water boiling from the kitchen and you knew that he could be back any moment now. You turned back and shook your head. “I’m about to throw myself down the stairs any day now. Maybe the thoughts will bounce right out of my head.”

James hissed and Sirius scrunched his nose. “That bad, huh?”

“I don’t know what to do, guys. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Have you considered… telling him?”

You snorted. “Yeah, sounds like a wonderful idea. ‘Hey Rem, I know this is totally out of the blue and you probably think I’m crazy and never want to see me again after this, but I’m in love with you. Just thought you should know.’ I’d rather actually throw myself down the stairs. Nothing good can come from that.”

“You’d be surprised.”

But you shook your head. “Keep them coming, guys. Let’s get all the bad ideas out first.”

The door of the living room opened and Remus walked in with a tray of tea. You froze, every part of your body going rigid, but Remus didn’t notice.

“What bad ideas?” he asked as he sat the tea down.

You looked at Sirius and James with wide eyes. But they smiled.

“James’ daft film idea,” Sirius said.

“Hey! It’s not that bad. I don’t see you coming up with something better!”

Remus sat down next to you and you forced yourself to relax a little. You glanced at his face but nothing told you he had overheard your conversation with Sirius and James and when he turned to you and raised his eyebrow at the debate that was going on in front of you, you concluded that he really hadn’t heard anything. You gave him a shrug and leaned back in the sofa, dropping your head back and closed your eyes. You let out a long sigh.

You felt Remus move closer before heard his voice ask, “Tired?”

“That depends.” You opened one eye to look at him. “Are you letting me crash here tonight?”

“Of course you can. You always can. You know that.”

“Will you make waffles in the morning?”

Remus laughed and that gorgeous smile came to his face. You wished you could kiss it. So badly.

“Please?” you begged, opening both eyes and pouting. “Your waffles are the best in the world. No one makes them like you. Surely you wouldn’t deny me the most delicious waffles on earth?”

Remus’ eyes flickered to your pout and back up and his smile wavered for a moment. But he pulled it back and said with a chuckle, “You’re impossible.”

“Long established. So where are we on the waffles?”

“I’ll—”

But you never got to know what Remus was going to say because at that moment his phone rang. He frowned, picked it up, and then his entire face pulled taut.

You immediately sat up. “Rem? Is everything alright?”

He blinked once, twice, and nodded. Cleared his throat. Said, “Yeah, I uh… I gotta take this.” Then he quickly left the room.

You turned to Sirius and James who had stopped their discussion and frowned.

“What was that?” Sirius asked.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see who it was.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” James said. “Who would dare bother him at the wake of a cat’s funeral?”

You chuckled, but half-heartedly. Silence descended over the room as you waited for Remus to come back. Your hands were wrapped around the mug of tea, fingers burning because it was still too hot but you didn’t really feel it.

After what felt like hours, Remus stepped back into the room. There was a strange expression on his face and you couldn’t decipher it. You put your tea on the table and looked up.

“Are you okay, Rem?”

“Yeah. Yes. I’m—” He opened his mouth to continue but closed it again. He looked at you. “Remember when I told you about my neighbour?”

“Uh, do I?”

“The one who has a son who is an agent?”

“Oh, yes. You told her about your novel, gave her the first chapters to send to her son. Did he—?”

“He wants it.”

You were on your feet in a second. “What?”

“He wants to have it.” A big smile came to Remus’ face. “He wants to work on it with me. He is intrigued by the plot and would love to see what we can make of it.”

A high laugh slipped from your lips and you launched yourself at Remus, kissing his cheek and not even caring that it was more the corner of his mouth. Soon the living room was a chaos of congratulations and hugs and kisses and compliments. Remus had tears in his eyes as he accepted his friends’ praise, but his smile didn’t waver. Sirius said you needed champagne but Remus didn’t have any so you settled on sparkly apple juice in fancy glasses. Considering what had happened last time you’d had a flute of champagne in your hand, you didn’t complain.

“A toast!” James called, lifting his glass in the air. “To Remus, our creative mastermind!”

“Hear, hear!” Sirius said, clinking his glass with James’. “A skilled man, indeed!”

Remus raised his glass. “And to y/n! For standing by my side the entire time.” He turned to you. “Even if you were a relentless tease about it. I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything to me.”

You flushed and gave Remus a thankful smile. Raising your glass, you said, “To Timmy!”

“To Timmy!”

Despite your tiredness you stayed up a long time, celebrating Remus’ success and plotting James’ film, until you fell asleep on Remus’ shoulder. Snug and warm against him, his arm tightly around you, you slept better than you had in weeks, and when you woke it was to the sight of Sirius and James spooning on the sofa and the scent of waffles from the kitchen.

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greyghoulclub · 11 months

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Mungrove Summer Bingo - Cold Beverage

Written for @mungrovebingos

(You can’t say cold beverage to me and not expect me to write a coffee shop au)

Eddie didn’t even know why he was going to this coffee shop. He didn’t even like coffee! But he was still walking out with an iced caramel latte for the fourth time this week.

He knew precisely why he got the latte, it was because of the hot barista that worked there.

The guy was tanned, blonde, and had arms like a Greek god. He also had a little skull tattoo on his left shoulder, not that Eddie had been staring though. His name tag said ‘Billy’ on it, Eddie had found out one time when he was staring at the outline of the guy’s pecs and the guy had noticed so Eddie had to pretend that he was trying to read the name tag. Billy looked like he didn’t believe Eddie when he said that, which was probably fair in Eddie’s opinion.

Eddie went to sit on the bench outside of his record store, a little bit down the road from the coffee shop. Hellfire Records, it was called and they specialised in rock and metal music. They also had a small section dedicated to tabletop games like Dungeons and Dragons, and Warhammer 10k.

He stared at the coffee inside the plastic cup, the ice melting like his courage each time he tried to ask Billy out on a date. The words just caught in his throat, and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the crush he’d been nursing for a couple of months., more than he already did at least. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, Billy probably thought he was a weirdo now. He was sure that Billy had known what his deer-in-the-headlights stare meant.

“C’mon man, you gotta do better than that,” he mumbled to himself, “What happened to the plan?”

The plan, the fucking plan, the little scenario that he had concocted in his head that he was going be so suave and charming and effortlessly ask Billy out on a date. But of course that didn’t happen. Whoever coined the term, bisexual disaster, they were most definitely talking about Eddie. He sighed and got up from the bench, now watery iced latte in hand.

He was hit with a blast of cold air from the AC as soon as he opened the door to the store. It felt refreshing after being out in the sun, and Eddie hummed in appreciation. The store's interior was a mishmash of a record store and a collection of concert memorabilia. Eddie had put up posters of concerts he had attended and his Uncle Wayne had given him some stuff from back in the 70s and 80s. They also had a frame full of ticket stubs on the wall behind the counter. The games section was to the right of the counter and the wall behind it was stacked high with Funko figures. He dumped his battle vest by the counter and stretched his arms up until he felt his shoulders pop. His assistant manager, Gareth came through from the back and immediately started grilling Eddie on his antics in the coffee shop.

“What do you mean that you froze up?! What happened to the plan?” Gareth asked incredulously, Eddie was sure if he wasn’t Gareth’s boss, he would be being strangled right now. He and Gareth had stayed up late planning the ultimate guide to asking out a hot barista. “So you’re telling me, you wussed out and ended up ordering a coffee that you don’t even like?” Gareth pointed towards the cup in Eddie’s hand.

“Uh yeah? What does it look like dude? I couldn’t not order something if I was there! I didn’t want to look like I was wasting his time!” This was true, mostly, what happened was that Eddie was a stuttering mess while he ordered the coffee.

Eddie was about to throw the cup away because he wasn’t going to drink it anyway but then he saw something written on the lid.

“Metallica rocks, - B”

He wasn’t sure how he didn’t notice it before, probably because he was trying to still look like he wasn’t feeling like a pathetic wet cat in front of Billy. But even that little reference to the fact he was wearing a Metallica shirt made him feel all gooey inside, because did that mean Billy thought he was maybe, just maybe, kind of cool? And then that meant, Billy was into metal which made him even hotter in Eddie’s opinion.

Eddie hadn’t realised he was staring at the cup until Gareth slammed his hand down on the counter bell. The sharp sound made Eddie jump and drop the cup, the coffee splattering on the floor in a brown mess.

“Dude! What the hell?” Gareth didn’t say anything but pointed to the front of the shop. Then Eddie’s heart leapt into his throat. Billy was standing outside, inspecting the window display. An approving look on his face. Eddie had a gut feeling it was because of the “Back to the 80s” special they had going. Gareth had said that an “80s slasher summer” was popular on TikTok at the moment. Eddie never really got TikTok trends.

Eddie made himself look busy by cleaning up the spilt coffee, hoping that Billy wouldn’t enter the store. Because Eddie wasn’t sure if he’d be able to speak to Billy if he did.

Eddie kept his head down until he had cleared away the mess, Billy was still outside looking at the records in the window. Eddie had two options, 1) keep himself looking busy inside or 2) go out and speak to Billy. He knew which one he wanted to do but was more likely to do the other. Or he could wait until Billy entered the store….

“I can feel you judging me Gareth.” He stated bluntly, knowing that the younger man was at the counter waiting to see what Eddie would do.

“Uh huh,” came bored from the direction of the counter. God, Gareth could be a little asshole at times.

The bell at the door rang as someone entered the store, both Gareth and Eddie turned to see Billy enter the store. Billy had his hands in his pockets, looking like he stepped out of The Lost Boys. Ok, the sleeveless muscle top was even hotter now that he wasn’t wearing an apron. Plus, a dangly earring that Eddie hadn’t noticed before.

“Uh, hey?” Billy waved a hand, probably feeling awkward since he had two pair of eyes on him. What was this a three-way Mexican standoff?

Something must be possessing Eddie because he felt like he was on autopilot as he asked Billy if he needed any help today and led him around the store. Billy was quiet and made little hmm-ing noises occasionally. Either Eddie was super fucking boring or he had a feeling that Billy was feeling just as awkward as him. If he was, he was better at hiding it because Eddie was making a goddamn fool of himself in the worst way.

They finished at the small games section, “Uh, yeah, that’s everything we’ve got. You can… you can, uh, ask if you need any help,” Eddie turned to leave Billy to his own devices when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to a pair of big and earnest blue eyes, Billy’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Eddie, I… I want to,” Billy stuttered in the middle of his sentence, he seemed to be kicking himself mentally for that.

“You want to what?” Eddie spoke quietly, not trying to get his hopes up but his traitorous heart was hammering his chest.

“I want to… no, I’d like to, I’d like to ask you out on a date?” Billy chewed at his bottom lip waiting for Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie felt like someone had turned his world on its head. Billy was asking him out? Oh my god! This was happening? Eddie hadn’t made a bad impression on Billy, to the point where he wanted to go out on a date.

Eddie must’ve been frozen on the spot because his lack of reaction made Billy curl in on himself. Oh god, Eddie come on! Pull yourself together, he thought to himself. Eddie’s seeming like a real asshole the longer he keeps quiet.

“If you don’t want to you can just say so…” Billy sounded so hurt, in turn that made Eddie feel even more awful for not saying anything. Eddie felt his face getting hotter and hotter, he had to say something now.

“Yes! I’d really like to go out on date with you, um, maybe we could catch dinner and a movie?” Eddie tried his best to be sauve, but it probably sounded more like word vomit. But Billy’s face was lighting up in relief, red blush dusting his cheeks.

“You want to? Is 7 tomorrow night ok?” Billy’s eyes were huge and his face was still full of disbelief, like he still couldn’t believe that Eddie had said yes.

“Yeah that would be great,” then Eddie did something impulsive and hugged Billy before he said that he had to get back to work. Billy had to do the same and left the record store looking the happiest Eddie had ever seen him.

Eddie hadn’t realised that Gareth was still there until he spoke, “Look at you, Romeo,” he then snickered when Eddie flipped him off. But even Gareth’s teasing couldn’t dampen Eddie’s mood. And if he spent the rest of the work day dreaming about Billy, that was his own business.

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Moving To LA

Izzy was smoking a cigarette at the Greyhound bus station, tapping his foot against the wet LA pavement from a rare storm that had blown through an hour before. It had caused the bus to be later, traffic having backed up on the freeways and delaying the arrival of his childhood friend.

The bus finally was pulling up, creaking to a stop, brakes squealing from a driver who hit them too hard and frequently. Izzy was peering up, looking at the foggy wet windows and wondering if he was going to be able to see Axl.

One by one people streamed off, haggard and half nauseous from the car sickness of the long ride. He waited as old ladies with too much drug store perfume assed by. Looked over the runaways trying to make their way in a city as lost as they were. Finally catching sight of Axl descending the stairs.

Axl wore a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans. Worn white tennis shoes and a duffel bag completed the look. He made it down two stairs before turning around, hands reaching back and Izzy cursed, seeing a little girl who couldn’t have been older than two resting her pretty head on his shoulder.

Axl caught sight of Izzy, raised a hand in greeting as he made his way over.

“Who is that?” the words came out before he could stop them, watching the girl stick her thumb into her mouth. Round eyes taking in the new sights around her as she glanced around LA for the first time.

Axl gave Izzy a look that let him know it was a long story that they would be discussing, just shaking his head a bit to let him know that it wasn’t the time to have this discussion.

But Izzy was very freaked out by the presence of a child. Especially since Axl was supposed to be crashing at his place. Izzy lived with his girlfriend who used heroin and would sometimes leave her drugs on the coffee table in the perfect grabbing distance of a little kids chubby fingers. PLus Izzy didn’t know much about children so Axl showing up with one was a shock.

“Her name is Heather but I call her Health like the candy bar.” Axl said. The little girl raised her head, those big eyes staring into Izzy’s soul and reminded him of someone from long ago.

Axl had the same feeling when he saw Heath for the first time. The same gut reaction with his blood running cold as mental math began. Axl had already done the math and he knew that it was with him of Izzy that were the little girls father. But he also knew that he couldn’t leave the kid in Lafayette with her mother who didn’t have the time or patience for a little girl.

“Fuck.” Axl nodded his head as the girl scrunched up her nose at the words and Izzy blanched again thinking about how he was going to have to worry about his language around this child. “Shit.” she smirked at this, Izzy not being able to control the foul words that came out.

“Shit.” she mimicked, both men trying to hide their smirks as her sweet baby voice said a curse word. It wasn’t funny but it felt appropriate for the situation.

“Yeah, Heath. Shit is right.” Axl praised as he followed Izzy along the sidewalk, adjusting the kid on his hip. He didn’t want to put her down and have her run off before he could grab her hand. Plus Heath was so small it wasn’t like he was carrying something that weight a million pounds.

Izzy was quiet on the walk, chain smoking and making Axl walk on the inside of teh sidewalk because he didn’t want anything happening to the kid in his friends arms. He was thinking about her mother, Leeann. The way they would fuck in teh back seat of his rusted out car. Hot and heavy without protection because they were dumb kids. Izzy had found out Axl had also been banging her and the two, who could have fought about it bonded over it in a way only teenage boys could.

Now there was a baby.

A few hours later Heath was asleep in Izzy’s bed. His girlfriend had freaked out at the sight of a kid and cleared out. Izzy didn’t blame her and if it wasn’t a mess he had potentially got himself into he would have cleared out too. Axl seemed really calm about the whole thing.

“Guess we should talk about Heath now.” he said, finishing cleaning up the mess of the house and childproofing a space that was definitely not made for kids. Izzy was used to Axl being high strung and this side of him where he seemed in control threw him off, “I like her a lot. We don’t have to do a test or anything, I’m fine raising her and being her dad.”

That was it, Izzy thought. Axl was a good dad. It was like he had managed to mellow out from having a kid. But Izzy couldn’t help but worry that the kid was his and he felt this responsibility to her.

“What if it’s not ours?” Axl shrugged, pulling out paperwork and showing it to his friends. He had signed somethings saying that Heather was his and he legally had parental rights over her.

“When you left I was there. I’ve been with Heather since she was a baby.” so Axl had raised her this whole time and hadn’t told Izzy. Something about that didn’t sit well with him,

Izzy felt like he had been cheated.

“We should get tested, just in case.” Izzy said. But he could tell Axl didn’t want to really know because blood work didn't matter, Heather was his daughter in his heart and that was all that mattered.

Axl shook his head and Izzy didn’t get why this was a fight. How could trying to get paternity be such a big deal? Axl had brought her here knowing it would happen.

“Listen, I just thought.” Axl was trying to find his words. “If she’s yours I mean…fuck..” And Izzy knew he couldn’t lose her.

“I guess we’re raising a kid together then.'' The two men looked at each other, eyes meeting and knowing they needed to have a drink as they thought about this.

Two dads trying to be rockstars. What could go wrong?

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Figment | Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules. Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream. But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain. Chapter Summary: At last, a confrontation, but not in the way anyone thinks. Read Here on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

CHAPTER 3

I took the next day off of work. There was zero way I would be able to focus on work when all I could think about was the fact I had most certainly pissed off an otherworldly being. Could he kill me? Would he kill me?

What had I even been thinking?

That’s the thing. I wasn’t thinking. I was tired and frustrated because everything was spiraling out of control. I hadn’t been wrong. It’s not like I had asked for this, asked to be a Dream Walker or whatever. So this wasn’t my fault, but yelling at the person in charge after being told specifically to avoid them wasn’t high on the self-preservation list.

If I couldn’t sleep before, I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to be able to.

For a few hours, I stress cleaned my entire house to get some energy out. Sitting on the couch, thinking constantly wasn’t going to get me anywhere except more stressed out so I might as well do something productive that didn’t require my brain. When I ran out of things to clean, I grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower.

I looked awful. My reflection stared back at me and I touched the purple circles underneath my eyes, my washed out skin making them sharper. My hair was limp and disheveled, dull in the fluorescent light. There was even a hollowness to my cheeks as if I’d lost weight. Had I? No wonder everyone had been avoiding me at work.

I let the hot water and steam roll over me for an excessive amount of time, mind replaying everything that had happened in the dream. Or nightmare, to be more accurate.

The first time I had a nightmare after I started dream walking, I had been lost in a maze of grocery store aisles. Each aisle was stretched absurdly long and there were no breaks, just turning and turning with no overhead lights. It was how I first learned to wake myself up, that if I commanded myself I could get out. I’d felt more in control after that, knowing that I had the ability to stop it all if I wanted.

But the monster last night had been fast and disturbing and I’d felt so utterly helpless. I hated it. Hated that Morpheus had to pull me out though now I was sure it was on purpose. He had probably used the creature to corral me to him. I groaned.

Dream.

The power that had come off him was terrifying and encompassing. I had felt those eyes on me the past few weeks but him standing in front of me, I felt like he was stripping me bare. I absentmindedly traced the skin under my eyes, remembering how the stars and night sky were reflected in those black pits and how they were solely focused all on me.

I groaned and shut off the water. If I thought I could skirt under the radar before, I certainly couldn’t now. I had severely pissed him off.

I was stir crazy, jittery, and my skin felt tight. If Dream could kill me, there was no avoiding it. Right? I couldn’t not sleep, couldn’t hide as he had very much pointed out to me.

Might as well accept fate.

Putting some concealer under my eyes and doing a little bit of my makeup for the first time in weeks, I picked out an outfit I felt nicest in and threw it on. The dark green satin dress fluttered around my knees, pretty and the color of the forest, and I threw some ankle boots on to go with it. My reflection stared back at me and was a vast improvement from before. I actually looked alive and put together despite being an emotional wreck on the inside.

I was going to go out into the world and enjoy what I could. If he did kill me, then at least I would have one nice last day. If he didn’t, then I could excuse it as a nice mental health day. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared and nervous and probably nearing a mental breakdown.

But everything was out of my control except for this and that was a little empowering in itself.

After spending some time in my favorite little quaint second-hand book store (and talking myself out of buying anything because if I died how was I going to read anything?) I walked through the botanical gardens and people watched alongside the lake.

I floated around aimlessly, enjoying the nice chill weather and the bustle of the morning crowd.

It was around early lunch time when I came to the small market district, the smells from the various restaurants and cafes drawing me in. I twirled a flower I had plucked between my fingers and let my stomach lead me, choosing to sit at an edge table at one of my favorite little cafes. They served a wonderful croissant sandwich and London Fog and the weather was nice enough to be outdoors.

I plopped down in my chair and smiled at the waiter before asking for my usual. My brain was blank for the most part but everything was colored in a tinge of bitter sweetness. The couples and families strolling past, facing down their own problems. Bills, money, relationships, mundane things. I doubted any of them were dealing with a potentially homicidal personified being.

The red poppy petals were velvet soft under my fingertips and a tinge of green from the stem colored my skin from twirling it over and over. This would probably be my last flower.

Not counting the ones that would most likely be at my funeral.

A sharp, loud caw came from behind me, startling me, and I looked over my shoulder to find a huge raven perched on the roof of the business next door. Not unlike the one that had startled me yesterday. It quirked its head at me, black eyes staring, and I furrowed my brow at it.

“That would be Matthew.”

The loud gasp that ripped from my lips drew a few looks as I whirled around, eyes wide at seeing Morpheus sitting across from me completely nonchalant. My heart was in my throat and I could feel the panic hitting me, my body trying to decide between freezing or taking off at a dead run. He seemed completely unaffected by the absolute mind-numbing terror that was probably all over my face.

No, no, no, no , I was awake. I was awake!

My fingers quickly pinched my skin and at the sharp pain, nothing changed. I was awake. But he was here, actually here, and sitting there as if this was a natural occurrence. He looked too real. No swirling cape or flames or black pits for eyes. Morpheus sat in a simple black jacket, gray shirt and black jeans, hair a mess and skin still pale but normal pale. Not ethereal being pale. His eyes were a normal, if startling, brilliant shade of blue. Normal.

And he was still staring at me silently.

“How-” I swallowed, my voice coming out in a hushed croak, “How are you here?”

He quirked a brow, “Did you think I was limited to the Dreaming alone? Or that when you awoke, everything would fade away and cease to exist? I can assure you, you are wrong.”

We both stared, him calm and made of stone while I knew my eyes were impossibly large. I gave a slight start when the waiter came by and dropped off my tea before turning to him and asking what he would like. There was the barest hint of a smirk on Dream’s lips before he requested a simple black coffee. Almost as a, “told ya so.”

“This isn’t real,” I whispered.

“I assure you it is, as am I. The Dreaming is as real as the Waking world,” his voice was dark and rich like molasses, slow with intention, “Mortals are allowed to access it in their sleep and when you awaken, it still remains there. That is the realm I control and preside over and the one whose rules you have broken.”

My breaths were coming out in shallow, panicked rasps, and I shakily wrapped my hands around the hot mug of tea to ground myself a bit. There was no escaping now. He had found me, “So what now? Are you going to kill me?”

The waiter dropped off his coffee in the hushed silence that followed and he gave them a small nod in thanks. Just two people, casually having a conversation about murder and otherworldly realms.

“Should I?” Morpheus asked, no implication or tone to the question. As if he was genuinely asking and wasn’t making a decision about my life. My brows furrowed and I broke eye contact to stare down at my drink, feeling the burning heat radiating through the cup and into my skin. I felt so cold, all my fear leaching any warmth out of my body even as the sun shone on both of us. I could feel the sting of tears but refused to cry, refused to give him that satisfaction. I was tired. I hadn’t meant for any of this.

“No,” I muttered, “But it’s not like I could stop you. Obviously, I have to sleep at some point and you can easily find me wherever I go.” I sucked in a shuddering breath and looked up, meeting his eyes again with the little bit of strength and courage I had, “What I said was true though. I didn’t intend to go into his dream and I didn’t intend to break anything, but the dream world has been the only place I’ve felt real and alive in two years. I couldn’t stand up to him in the real- waking world but I could there. So do what you will.”

Morpheus said nothing, still watching me silently with no indication of his feelings as I nervously sipped my tea and tried to act like my heart wasn’t hammering in my head.

Would he do it here, at the café? That would be awfully public. Maybe when I was walking home some poor hapless construction worker would fall asleep and drop a brick on my head or I’d pass out in the middle of the road or-

“What did he do?”

I swallowed wrong and tried not to choke as hot liquid went down the wrong pipe, “ Pardon?” “The mortal man. At our last encounter, you said he deserved it. What did he do?” Dream asked, unblinking and unemotional but entirely too casual.

My brain struggled to rewind to what I had angrily yelled at him the night before in my rage, which was difficult as I was also trying to shift gears away from imagining all the ways he could kill me, “Um, he cheated on me. Uh, cheating is where-”

“-I am aware of the concept,” Morpheus interrupted, adding onto the end almost unintentionally, “intimately.”

It was my turn to raise my brows, brain slogging slowly as my head went in every direction to process his question, the implication of that last word, and that I had tried to explain cheating to a being most likely millions of years old, “Sorry, uh, yeah, I caught him in my bed with the neighbor. Which was…shocking, to say the least. He didn’t have the decency to even go to his own house.”

He pursed his lips and blinked down at his coffee, a sound along the lines of acknowledgement in his throat. A small silence took over, the sounds of the streets and chattering of passersby filling it. It was all simultaneously awkward and tense but oddly not uncomfortable. I doubted he noticed but considering I still wasn’t sure if he was going to kill me, I was a bit hyper aware of everything.

“You,” his low voice finally broke the silence, warm and dark, “may have been correct in certain aspects.”

There was a pause, intentional, almost like he himself didn’t want to continue the train of conversation. And I was going to flip the goddamn table if he didn’t hurry on with it and continue, “Which aspects?”

Those eyes of his were so vibrantly blue but I could see the swirling abyss behind them, the faint hint of stars and nebulas in the vastness of space the longer I stared. While not as oppressive, his power hummed tentatively along my skin.

“You did not ask for this ability, little dreamer. Under normal circumstances, when a Dream Walker first comes into their power it is barely a seed. I am able to tamp down on it to prevent harm to others and themselves before it ever has the chance to develop and when it becomes much harder to do so,” he broke eye contact then and frowned, lips pursed, “But these were not normal circumstances and I am finding that I cannot fault you for this lapse. It was not your doing.”

The words ping ponged through my head and I was taking shallow breaths, frozen but shaking slightly, “...what does that mean? What are you going to do instead?”

Morpheus leaned back a bit in his seat, almost seeming casual now and that slight smirk coming back to ghost along his lips, “Nothing. I am going to do nothing…as long as you do not give me reason to. You spoke true. You have only transgressed once in the two years past and I have a feeling you fully understand the… repercussions of that now.”

Nothing. He was going to do nothing.

His eyes didn’t leave mine as he took a drink of his coffee.

“But I yelled at you!” I blurted out loudly because I am, in fact, a dumbass.

A croaking, half-choked caw came from behind me and I could see Dream’s eyes flicker in annoyance at where I had seen the raven, “Apologies, do you wish for my answer to be different?”

“No! I just-” I was babbling, words spewing out as I tried to process that not only was I not going to die but the Lord of Dreams was letting me off the hook, “I’m very confused right now and you were really angry.”

“Yes, I was,” he spoke bluntly.

My hands were moving in the air as I talked and I could see him almost following them as if to make sure I didn’t knock my tea over onto him, “So I don’t know! Seeing you here, I definitely thought this was it because you were so mad and I was done for so I had today planned like a sort of last day before the gallows type thing but now you’re saying-” Elbows on the table, I put my face in my hands, “I’m very confused and tired and not sure how to feel.”

“I would expect you to feel some sort of gratitude.”

I sat back up quickly and his hand shot forward to steady his cup as the table shook, “Uh, thank you…for…not killing me?” This was a weird day.

“There are worse things than death, little dreamer,” those long black lashes fluttered as he looked down, so dark against the alabaster of his skin, “You suffered heartbreak, disrespect, and then tortured yourself in your attempt to avoid me for weeks. I would say those were punishment enough, in addition to the nightmare.”

Oh yeah, couldn’t forget that monstrosity.

For the first time in weeks, I could feel myself relax and breathe. I almost could cry with relief even if the anxiety wasn’t entirely gone. I was still very much sitting and having coffee with Dream of the Endless, the very being I had been running from for so long and had feared since I was a kid. But taking away that threat of death, I was able to finally take him in and see him not entirely as a foreboding malevolent force.

He seemed…well not normal, but not like an ancient creature. And slowly, the fear that had choked my every moment started to drain from me.

“And,” Dream continued, “I would not say you were wrong in punishing your mortal man, even if you are not to do so again.” He made sure to look straight at me at that part as if to drive it home.

My brain puzzled and rolled the words around. He had basically just agreed that Thomas was a dickbag but in far more elegant terms. Yet, there was an echo of something personal there. As if the satisfaction in the act, tearing Thomas’ dream apart after what he’d done, was not mine alone.

I am aware of the concept, intimately. “Someone did the same thing to you,” I whispered, not a question but more like an acknowledgement of the same shared pain, “I didn’t think your kind had relationships.”

Maybe fear was a good thing because it kept stupid things from coming out my mouth.

The waiter, of all times, decided to deliver my sandwich at that moment and refill Morpheus’ coffee. I didn’t touch it though, locked in eye contact with the dreamlord. I wasn’t particularly hungry anyways, not after everything that had just happened, even if my stomach growled slightly at me.

The ambient noise of the passersby and traffic filled the silence again for a few long seconds, but we didn’t move. I wasn’t sure if he was going to ignore what I had said, change his mind, or was deciding whether to answer. At last another raven’s caw and the flapping of wings could be heard behind me and going into the distance. His eyes danced away briefly then nodded at the food, “Eat. You’ve avoided enough things on my account.”

I blinked at him and looked down at my food. He waited until I picked at the bread and put a piece in my mouth before continuing, “Yes, my kind, or at least I, have had relationships. And someone did do the same to me, a long time ago. Not in as crude a fashion as yours, but I did bare witness.”

I paused, watching as those long fingers of his traced the porcelain of his cup thoughtfully. “Why did they do it?” I asked softly and looked up at him tentatively under my lashes, as if any moment the spell of the conversation might break.

Morpheus looked out into the street, avoiding eye contact, a far away look coming into those dark eyes. He didn’t look sad or angry and the longer I was around him I noticed how his emotions never played out on his face unless he wanted them to, “It was a complicated matter. I cannot fault her entirely for finding her soulmate and I had not yet learned that desire is always cruel. My family member seemed fit to remind me.”

Chewing on my lower lip, I frowned and watched him. His family member had been involved in it? I muttered, “That’s awful.”

He seemed to collect himself at that and turned back to me, stone faced but a distant look still in those eyes, “It was ages ago.”

I didn’t want to know how long ago he considered that and shrugged, “I don’t think it matters how long ago. It’s never exactly a good feeling, either way. I wasn’t even in love with Thomas the slightest bit and it still hurt.”

Morpheus seemed to shake himself out of the memories and was back in the present, pointedly staring at my food until I put another piece in my mouth, “Then why did you stay with him?”

Was I really sitting here, eating a sandwich and talking about relationships with the King of Dreams? What was even happening anymore? But now that the fear had finished leaking out, it felt…comfortable. I’d gotten used to the slight vibration of power along my skin and those piercing eyes and his presence wasn’t so oppressive anymore. Under the small table, my legs had even stretched out a bit on either side of his to accommodate how long his own legs were.

I chewed on the piece of my sandwich, mulling over the situation and the question, “I guess I thought it would make me feel more alive. Ever since I started dream walking, the waking world has felt so mundane? Like the dreams were in vivid color and being awake, everything was in gray. I’ve been finding it harder and harder to find a point in it all, the day to day slog of going to work, paying bills, hanging around boring people you don’t even like-”

He narrowed his eyes slightly and commented admonishingly, “Which is precisely why dream walking can be dangerous.”

I frowned, “Yeah, but I’m not wrong. It does pale in comparison. And I don’t know, at first it was exciting. The world had colors again. He was nice and I felt excited and things were new, but then…it was routine. He didn’t care about stories or magic or anything like that. He was utterly a banker and so boring. But it kept me grounded, at least for a bit.”

There was a slight quirk of his lips, another one of his faint smiles that seemed to break out of his stoicism, as he commented, “My sister described someone the same way. Though it was a character in a movie.”

“Well then she’d probably agree with me about Thomas,” I chewed on my last piece of sandwich thoughtfully and chuckled.

“She would,” he smiled and I almost paused to marvel at the way it seemed to light him up, “Matthew had less than choice words to describe him.”

I leaned forward sharply, remembering now that’s how he had decided to start our conversation, “So that is your bird?”

He leaned back in his chair with a quirked eyebrow, legs stretching out a bit more and slightly brushing mine, “Yes, Matthew is my raven. He is able to be my eyes and ears in the waking world if I have need of him.”

“Well, Matthew,” I emphasized his name, “kept me from getting hit by a car yesterday when I was half-delirious from sleep deprivation and almost walked into the street. Does that mean he’s been spying on me? Does that mean you’ve been spying on me?”

“Matthew watches over many things for me.”

“That’s not an answer,” I pointed a finger at him, lips unturned in an accusatory smile.

Dream smirked, “Would the truth make you feel better?”

Pausing, I huffed and sat back, “Maybe not, but I’m definitely closing all my blinds now.” I chewed on my lip, “So he watched Thomas too?”

“Yes, to keep an eye for any adverse effects from you intruding on his dream primarily,” he shrugged, “There were none, though Matthew did mention the mortal’s non-stop complaining about you not speaking to him.”

Even if I didn’t care about him, there was a small amount of satisfaction that he was thinking and complaining about me constantly for the past few weeks when I’d hardly thought about him. Ego, maybe. Then again, “Well, I blocked him on everything the night you caught me and then I was a little too focused on running away from you to really deal with him.”

The waiter came by then with the check and as I handed them my card, I briefly marveled at the surreal nature of the fact that I’d essentially had lunch with the Lord of Dreams and we were….amicable now? Having an actual conversation?

“So what now?” I asked, ignoring the way his legs grazed against mine as I shifted in my seat.

“Now, I assume you will finally get a decent night’s sleep, little dreamer,” Morpheus replied, chin lifting, “As long as you follow the rules. It is in your nature to traverse through other’s dreams, that I cannot fault you for, but you are not to interfere or else I may not be so forgiving next time.”

He was back to being the dreamlord, eyes baring down to emphasize that I knew exactly how much he was letting me off the hook. But the fear didn’t come back this time, my skin tingling with the effect of having this powerful being’s full attention on me.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I commented, eyes staring unwavering, and almost paused at how flirty it sounded? It was a loaded comment for sure and I had no idea where the hell it came from.

Morpheus’ blue eyes flashed and my body felt suddenly tightly strung, “We shall see.”

The air was thick and I couldn’t remember if I blinked at all until the waiter finally returned my card and interrupted the moment. What even was that?

We both stood and I collected my things as I pushed my chair in, briefly avoiding eye contact to try and pull myself back together from whatever was happening. Dream gently put a hand at my lower back to guide me out of the patio area, electricity shooting through me at the barest hint of his touch. Intentional versus the slight brush of his legs under the table earlier.

When I began to walk down the sidewalk, he followed along at my side until we were a bit away from the cafe.

Now that he was next to me and the world wasn’t ending, I could admire the way he looked in my world. His coat was wool and fit his body well, the collar slightly up to shield from the occasional wind. While his hair was still a mess, it was more put together at least. He was a good foot taller than me, but made sure to slow down a bit to keep pace. When he wasn’t being a scary asshole, Dream was actually pretty attractive and that thought alone told me that I needed to finally get some rest.

We paused a little away from where the path would split to take me to my apartments and moved a bit out of the way from the rest of the walking traffic. He turned and looked at me and it was only then did I realize he’d had his hand still resting on the small of my back. With both of us standing, I had no choice but to look up to meet his gaze. He was standing close and I could feel his power a bit more, thrumming along my skin like a cool touch tracing up and down.

“Now that you know you are no longer headed to the gallows,” Morpheus slightly smirked at that, “I hope you get to enjoy the rest of your day, little dreamer. Just remember my words.”

I noted the amusement in his words and the lack of bite at the end of his comment and smiled, “I’ll do my best. Tell Matthew I said hello and that he can stop creeping on me.”

A genuine amused smile did finally grace his lips at that and I had to swallow the feeling that shot through me, “I shall.”

With a final nod, his hand finally fell and he stepped away and headed down the opposite path as I began to head back home. I chewed on my lip, feeling confused and relieved and exhausted. The day hadn’t gone where I had thought it would, I pondered before looking over my shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of Dream walking away.

But almost like he’d never been there, he was gone.

And I went home to relax for the first time in a while, enjoying the sun on my skin and the vibrant colors of the day around me.

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