#he fell asleep watching tv the poor guy

[torra-and-the-toons]

can you draw Numbuh 3 adding stickers to Numbuh 1 while he’s sleeping

Don't forget to show your fearless leader how much he's loved :>

[babymochibeargyu]

Sweet Dreams My Love

genre:fluff

wc:~830

It's been a while since you saw Gyu have any proper time to rest. You guys haven't had time to spend time together as he had an upcoming performance that he had been working so hard for.

Even though you would like to talk about him about how your day went and listen to him rant about how practice was so difficult and tiring, watch TV together, or even play video games together, there was no time.

You were getting worried as these days he would take a shower and go to bed immediately. You weren't even sure whether he already had dinner before coming back. 

When you woke, the space where Gyu slept the day before, would be empty. He would have already gone to practice. 

So you've been depressed these days because you weren't able to see your boyfriend's face for almost the whole day.

His sweet comforting voice, you missed so dearly these past few weeks, you just wished that he had some time to rest more. 

His tiredness was apparent recently. You were in the shower when Gyu came back home from practice. Seeing as you were in the shower when he came back, he decided to wait on the couch until you were done. 

When you were done. you came out to a Gyu, that was lying on the couch. He waited for you until he fell asleep. 

And you never wanted to disturb Gyu when he slept, because you knew that it was important for him to get as much rest as possible.

So you just decided to sit on the floor, facing him, taking in all his features because you had missed them so dearly for the past few weeks. 

His face was now sunken, and cheeks that were once so supple from the food that you would make sure he would eat, had disappeared.

Oh, your poor baby, he must have been so tired and you felt so bad. 

But all you could do was support him because this was his dream. 

You stayed by his side for a while until you felt your eyes start to feel droopy. 

You then decided to just leave Gyu on the couch, because there was no way you could carry him to the bed. 

But before you left, you left a kiss on his forehead and whispered:

"Sweet Dreams My Love".

He must have been half asleep, because as you were about to walk away, you felt him grab your wrist, causing you to stumble. But landing softly on top of him, his warmth enveloping you.

You thought since he was conscious enough to grab your wrist maybe you could get him to walk to the bed to sleep instead since it was bigger and more comfortable.

"Gyu, let's go to the bed hmm? You will have a better sleep there too," you said gently. 

"Hmm, just five more minutes okay baby," his voice murmured, still thick with sleepiness.

 You just went along with it, cause a sleepy Gyu was too cute to fight anyway. 

You don't know what it was but being in Gyu's arms, washed away the worries you had for him. Basking in his scent that you missed so much, even though he hadn't showered, you couldn't care less. 

You were in his arms right now, something you didn't have for the past few weeks. 

It was perfect. 

The 5 minutes never came.

Wrapped in his embrace, a sense of security washed over you, easing the tension from your muscles. With a sigh, you yielded to your weariness, letting sleep carry you away.

As you stirred awake, still nestled atop Gyu, you realized it was already the next morning. 

It seemed you had both fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally taking over.

Were you that tired from all the worrying you had for Gyu, that when you were in his arms, all of it disappeared, allowing you to sleep so peacefully last night?

You couldn't help but admire his serene face, wondering how someone could look so effortlessly beautiful even in slumber. 

With a soft smile, you leaned in to give him a gentle peck on the lips, just as you often did to wake him up, knowing how difficult it was to wake him without an alarm.

Slowly, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open as sunlight streamed in. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty, even more striking when he was awake.

"Hi, my pretty baby," you greeted him, snuggling closer, unable to resist being so close to him even though spending the night on the couch.

“Morning, beautiful,” he replied in his low, morning rasp.

“Let's move to the bed and cuddle. I'm starting to get uncomfortable here,” he suggested.

"But first my love, a shower," Gyu agreed, planting a kiss on your forehead before darting off to the bathroom.

You smiled to yourself, utterly smitten as you watched him go, feeling grateful for moments like these with the person you loved most.

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Can you write something with:

After a long night of casual light hearted talking, Reader eventually falls asleep. AK!Jason falls asleep next to Reader for the first time and is a little surprised when he wakes up? (Poor boy probably hasn’t had proper sleep for a while.)

my draft deleted itself the first time (lord give me one more chance.)

AND THEN IT NEVER FUCKING POSTED?? I STG IM SO SORRY ANON I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS FOREVER AGO. MY SHITTY ASS INTERNETTT 😭😭😭😭

Ak!Jason Todd falls asleep with reader for the first time!

Jasons witty remarks and your giggles filled the room, it was late night, he came back to your place early and got wrapped up in the madness of watching “Bullet Train.” Jason didn’t necessarily fill his time before he met you with catching up on movies, so this was an interesting change from what he was use to seeing as a teenager. At first he stood behind the couch, then becoming very fixated on the movie he decided to sit down next to you and watch slightly more comfortably.

To say the least, he enjoyed it. You knew he did when he started rewinding it, picking up on the small itty bitty details that foreshadowed the pursing events. When he picked up on a few of them while chatting with you, you two mutually agreed to just rewatch the movie. Halfway through he noticed a heaviness, his eyebags. Unfocusing on the movie he noticed another heaviness, you, asleep on his shoulder. Groggily deciding to move you once the movie ended, incase you woke up on your own from the cinematic gunshots and crashes. He refocused back on the movie, it interested him how something so simple could turn into an absolute comedic madness.

Yeah he fell asleep like ten minutes later.

…

“Happiness hangovers.” Jason hadn’t gotten use to such sudden bursts of positive emotion whenever he talked to you. It left him tired, more tired then one of those nights where he was running around tracking three different guys in the entirety of Gotham city. It left him depressed, he only realized how alone he was when he left you. But when his eyes fluttered awake, Jason was greeted with your body still on his shoulder, he felt okay. He hadn’t felt so simply good in such a long time. The sun was out, cars just starting to pile together in heaps of traffic, pigeons murmuring to each other. It was weird, he wasn’t tired. 8 AM could be read on your TV, could two hours of extra sleep really feel so good? Or was it you? He pinched his nose, his thoughts meshed into one as he tried to think coherently. He slipped you off his shoulder onto the couch, placing your head so gently on a pillow. Jason walked into your bedroom grabbing one of the sheets and returned back to you, tucking you in.

‘God, what am I gonna do now? Give them a kiss on the cheek?’ He paused. Seriously considered it. And then left.

…

REOPENING MY INBOX BC I FEEL HORRID. FOR NOT GETTING THIS OUT. IM SO SORRY.

[rzyraffek]

Due to lack of affecion in my life I gladly wanna say that I made another

Slashers hugs and kisses headcanons

It's fully swf! Pure fluff! They/them Somone hug me pls. Request open

Brahms Heelshire

How his hugs look like: he either goes romantic and hugs them very gently OR just grabs them and holds them as close to him as possible. Loves hearing heartbeat too (when laying in bed )

He loves any kind of physical contact with them! Any handholding, hugs, cuddles ANYTHING this guy loves. Especially grabbing their hips or dhoulders when they are cooking or doing chores

Laying in bed together before staring day and morning routine is a must! He needs to wake up with good mood or he will stay grumpy for whole day

Also pls give him little kisses! On cheeks, forehead, hand, neck HE LOVES THOSE

Billy Lenz

Hugs on couch, him on top cuddling like his life depends on it, like they gonna evaporate in his hands if he stops hugging

Also he is going to say a lot of weird things (wow no way billy lenz saying weird stuff??) And he will inform them that he is plannin on doing the nasty with them later (respectfully)

But he enjoys the moment

Everytime he sees them after long day (assuming that s/o works/studies outside their household) he will just keep one of his arms around them till they go shleep really

Also he stares, a lot, if they aren't in huggy mood he will just stare without any emotions on his face, hes not mad he just misses the warm feeling of somone loving him :(

Also he bites

Asa emory

I swear this little prankster will pretend he fell asleep on couch while yall be watching movie, just to hear them react and take care of him. Also he melts when they give him little kisses or turn tv off so he can peacefully nap.

Or when they are tired after long day and have nap on him while he monologues about cool bugs. Playing with hair and lil massage included

He doesnt really like hugging while he just stands, it feels so akward, so he rather go lay on couch/sit on armchair while yall wanna get phisical

Every cuddle session ends with one of you falling asleep and other one really hates waking the first one up

Jason Voorhees

I dont really write for Jason but oh boi

Cuddling before sleep is so goofy, this guy is huge, like HUGE. If s/o prefers being smol spoon he will cover them completely, he is one of those people who put their leg on their partner so they are closer. But if s/o prefers being big spoon, he will giggle, blush even, he loves it! Also good luck with not being squshed at night

This guy really goes 'a mimiimi ah mimimii zzz' when sleeping btw

He will pick them up while hugging and hold hands 24/7, especially after that one event when s/o got lost in Forest once. No. No more of that pls there are degenerates around

Bear hugs

Micheal Myers

No

Just no

He won't hug anyone really, its uncomfortable for him. I mean after really long time spent and enough trust given, he will let them hug him, or grab his arms and hands and give him lil smooches

But he won't really give those back, no, even if they are very upset or in bad mental situation, he won't. Respect that

Again-if he knows them well and likes them, he will pay no mind in them giving him smooches or hugging him. He gets that that's how they find comfort, but don't think he will do it too

Vincent Sinclair

This one is very hugable bean

He will be akward due to his lack of social skills but oh boi isn't he very meow meow?

When they kiss his head or hug him while saying something nice. Guy will be soso happy

He gets very shy when Bo sees yall hugging. Like he did something embarrassing:(( somone needs to explain to this poor baby that hugs and comfort is okay and valid :(

Bo Sinclair

His hands are all over them

If yall aren't holding hands, he has his on their hip, or on they shoulder

He also kinda ??? Sniffs you??? Idk he likes how they smell?

He likes when they lay on top of him or when he's big spoon

Will say some goofy level stuff, wacky even

And bites them a bit, not hard tho

Also vincent once walked in room while yall were cuddling and laughing and he thought yall were doing the nasty and now he has (another) trauma

Boioioioojgn 3am here yall have great day bai

[redivia]

'I think it's time for bed' Ghost x Reader

Summary: Simon fell asleep on the couch after coming home from work.

Authors note: Heyy! So this is my first ever story. I never thought I would write anything let alone post it, but here we are. Also it has to be said that I don't have a beta reader so if you notice any errors or mistakes kindly point them out in the comments. English isn't my first language so I might have missed some errors. Have fun reading! <3 This is also posted on AO3 .

You were sitting on the couch together with Ghost, or how he wants you to call him, Simon. Outside you could hear the wind blowing through the leaves of various bushes and trees surrounding your joint home. Since it’s been getting colder, the wind was accompanied by some light rain. Not the kind of rain that leaves you drenched if you even think about stepping outside, but the kind that makes the nicest pitter patter noises on your roof. If you listened carefully, you could even, make out the water making its way across the roof and cascading down the rain gutters that ran along the side of your home.

Simon came home a few hours ago, seemingly pretty tired and ready to go to bed, but his face lit up and adorned a fatigued smile once he saw you. You welcomed your boyfriend home with a much-awaited hug and a gentle kiss. Together you ate dinner. During your dinner you made sure to make light conversation with him. Talking about how the weather suddenly switched up on you while you were walking home, or how there was a sale on your favourite snack at your local store and you were therefore indirectly forced to stock up again.

Dinner wasn't really anything that took tons of effort, but it was still as comforting as ever. A simple one pot pasta had to make do for tonight, but for Simon, he might as well could have been at a Michelin star restaurant. Having to rely on MRE's as his main source of calories during his time at work, has set his standards for food very low. A warm meal? With his partner? At home? He might as well be in heaven. Simon made sure to show you his gratitude in the form of cleaning up the dishes afterwards.

Which in all honesty, could have just been shoved into the dish washer and called it a day, yet he insisted on doing them by hand. Meanwhile you were sat next to him on the countertop and listened to him complaining about some new recruits that were trying to turn everything into a competition.

Being able to look at his face and watch his emotions flicker across his face while he was telling a story has always been one of your favourite aspects of your relationship. Simon swore a long time ago that he won’t be wearing his mask around the house, and you’ve been grateful that he stuck to his promise. The privilege of getting to see his face wasn’t something Simon granted to just anyone, and you are well aware of the fact. Making it even more special to you.

The story about the recruits ended in them trying to sabotage and deliberately throw other comrades off of the obstacle course. Some poor rookie had to get stiches because he fell off of the wall they were meant to jump over. But Simon witnessed how the recruit behind him gave the guy in front a not-so-gentle push, because the poor guy was moving too slowly for his taste. It goes without saying that Ghost delivered a long and proper talking to and maybe some extra rounds of running for the saboteur.

While his story came to a close, Simon had also finished the dishes. You both agreed that you only had enough energy left for a movie before deciding on heading to bed.

So that's how you found yourself and your boyfriend sat on the couch in your living room, watching whatever action movie that was currently running on the TV. You listened to Simon ramble and rant about how inaccurate basically every single aspect of the movie was. How they held the guns wrong, shooting for 5 minutes straight without reloading once, not to mention the amount of ammunition they would need to carry with them for them to be able to shoot as much as they were.

All you could do was listen to him with a small grin on your face. Only Simon would be able to pick apart some movie that was clearly produced in some warehouse in Hollywood, with a plot that never even saw the inside of a writer’s room. But of course, you supported your boyfriend in his strong opinions and joined him in his rant.

It must have been about an hour into the movie when you noticed Simon had stopped talking to you. You risked a small glance over at him and saw he was properly passed out. The stress of the day at work must have finally caught up to him. Taking the liberty, you turned down the volume of the TV just a couple of notches, making it so that the movie was now just background noise.

When you were designing the living room you deliberately chose a three-seater couch, ensuring that there would always be enough space for you and Simon to stretch out without hogging the space from the other. Leaning into his side of the couch, your boyfriends arms sat limply at his sides, his right hand placed on your thigh just above your knee.

Normally he would be stroking his thumb gently from side to side as a reminder that he was still there. Honestly you should have noticed that he was asleep once his ministrations ceased. You took a moment to admire how is face changed depending on whatever light flickered across the screen in front of the both of you. In your opinion, he looked the nicest in a subtle orangish tone, the warm light bringing out his faint freckles and blond lashes. Although the universe refused to grace you with your all-time favourite feature of his, his eyes. You would have to make do with Simon’s for once peaceful expression.

Peaceful, but not relaxed, you noticed. There was still a light crease between his eyebrows, even while sleeping he still seemed stressed. Thinking of possibilities to diminish his stress, you gently picked up the hand that was previously placed on your thigh, without waking him up. Simon’s large and warm hand lay limply in yours, and you started to gently massage his hand.

Running your fingers across his knuckles and the back of his hand. Making sure to appreciate every single small cut and faded scar along the way. You carefully turned his hand palm side up and started to massage the palm of his hand with both of your thumbs. The rest of your fingers were supporting what was now the underside of his hand. Your thumbs dug into the muscles of his palm running across all of the folds and creases, before moving to his fingers.

Feeling his fingerprints underneath your fingertips made it feel like he was your missing puzzle piece you have been searching for all your life. Two separate people coming together to make a whole. You couldn’t stop the smile that was now plastered on your face.

Glancing back at Simon, his eyebrows seemed to have relaxed a bit, but not enough for your liking. You had to take drastic action. You lifted your dominant hand to his face you stroked your thumb across the space between his eyebrows in hopes of completely erasing his frown. Your mission was a success, he stopped frowning.

However, he was now blearily blinking awake. The universe obviously had chosen to show mercy today and decided to grace you with his dreamy eyes once again. Your hand slid a bit lower, now resting on his cheek, your thumb still lazily stroking the side of his face.

With a small smile you told him: 'I think it’s time for bed'.

[phoenix--flying]

pjo characters as things my friend group has said

Hazel: I just kinda radiate towards caves

Nico: Breathing has been taken out of Nicos software

Connor: I can speedrun to your house when you're home alone

Cecil: raisins are dehydrated rats

Percy: It's a roller coaster where the only option is to die

Will: I just goooot- my jugular sliced open by a cat

Nico: We're going out tonight and killing all the homophobes. Call it a date

Will: Why am I so much taller then- Oh its cause im standing on a dead body

Connor: You're sooo welcome. I literally did nothing

Hazel: Just because your trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's called a trash can not a trash cannot

Piper: Cut my hair, I'll cut your throat

Thalia: Sometimes I do slap kids

Travis: When I grow up I'm gonna be a legal drug dealer

Beckendorf: I’m going to drop kick myself into space

Malcom: Briefly describe three applications that make use of the total eternal reflection of light Connor: The colour seven

Grover: Percys reaching old age, we should put him in a retirement home

Piper: Leo what did you do Leo: I may have burned down an orphanage and it may have spread to this site.

Lou Ellen: Travelling, usually done on the ceiling

Will: Imagine sitting on your couch watching TV and your phone buzzes. Reminder: Breathe

Austin: i just broke an acorn.. panic whY IS THERE AN ACORN IN MY ROOM

Nico: i feel like today happened yesterday and i just slept for all of tomorrow and woke up in the evening

Malcom: yeah i fell down the stairs and broke my spine in 3 places Connor: that's hot

Jason: Nitroglycerin. The forbidden smoothie

Will: I always look like trash. Annabeth: I know that's why I hate looking like trash

Travis: well we only have a few minutes left of class.. y'all wanna watch something explode

Piper: It sounded like you smoked 10 packs of cigarettes and then hit puberty

Jason: Imagine you get fired the day after you die

Nico: My stomach just like...started learning German

Nyssa: Leo if you don't leave, i'm shoving this desk fan up your ass

Jason: I slammed my foot on the accelerator, running multiple red lights at 220km/h, because I wanted to drive safe

Nyssa: When you go through the car wash but you forget the car

Drew: *points at trashcan* That looks like you

Nico: I only want chemistry between me and a coffin

Jake: Gotta put your wheelchair in 4Wheeldrive. Outdoor mode. Off-road mode

Leo: Murder is ok as long as its fine

Percy: Maybe if I fall asleep on my textbook I'll wake up with all the knowledge

Connor: Let's play spin the bottle but it's only you and me

Leo: Now how do we calculate the density if swiss cheese

Clarisse: I have to ask one of the experts Chris: Who are the experts? Clarisse: I don't know

Piper: Your mom is on vacation Leo: well- she's on a permanent vacation

Michael: AYO BITCH YOUR FOODS FLAMIN THE FUCK

Silena: If you're slow I'm a fucking snail

Jason: We need to hold a funeral! Percy: Here comes the bride

Beckendorf: Have you ever died? No??? Well here you go!!! Death simulator. It’s permanent!

*Annabeth and Percy sitting on a bench with drinks and a cop drives by* Percy: What if they thought we were drinking and driving Annabeth: We're not in a car

Will: I'm so smart Nico: Oh my god since when

Piper: *gives Leo a singular goldfish* Piper: Feeding the poor

Lou Ellen: Bless your soul Nico: What soul? Lou Ellen: ...good answer

Sherman: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and anybody else if you throw it hard enough

Connor: I can see the veins in my eyes

Ellis: Whatever sinks your boat!

Cecil: You can't kill the gays if the gays kill you first

Will: dude sorry there's a knife in your grandma's face it grew wings and flew there :( Cecil: I’m sorry my knife flew out of my hand and slit that guys throat then burned it so he wouldn’t bleed

Silena: *playing Minecraft* I walked into your house and your birds started aggressively dancing at me

Lee: That's just so unfortunate for me. That is just so- oh I died

Percy: Wanna go to Toronto? Why drive just take the Earth Quake on natural disaster

Travis: The roof is just caving in on us it's fine

Michael: My arms are broken, my legs are broken, my lungs are broken, my knees are broken, I got decapitated when I was five

Connor: We're gonna die? No we're gonna beat the speedrun world record

Cecil: Hell to go down I there

Will: Mask to mask resuscitation

Travis: I may or may not have accidentally dropped a match in the building on purpose

Nico: Minecraft but I accidentally sets a school on fire

Percy: Minecraft but I die of hypothermia

Piper: Minecraft but I left my eyes at home

Jake: Minecraft but my legs are broken

Jason: Minecraft but I died

Lou Ellen: Minecraft but we're all gay

Will: If I die the game is homophobic

Cecil: Minecraft but I run my best friend over

Nico: I wanna hit a citizen with a baseball bat

Michael: Hey sir, you have Alzheimer’s. Would you like a side of bronchitis?

Silena: Why can't this be straight? Lee: Because you're not

Lou Ellen: mmmm i love my jesus fish Cecil: bro jesus fish Lou Ellen: ikr, jesus moment

[skzftw]

Riches and Rages - Part 2

Here's part 1

Word count: 1.9k

Sypnosis: You were married to a poor guy called Hyunjin. He took the marriage a bit too serious than you.

Genre: angst fluff smut (18+ imagine)

Warning: husband!hyunjin, wife!reader, wild!hyunjin, early sex, hungry

He gave you one plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce.

"Made for you."

You stayed quiet. Made for me?

You took a try on the spagetti that he made. It tasted good for this kind of face.

He banged his glass of water down to eat his plate of spagetti.

"1000 dollar," you spoke up.

"What?"

"For sexual harassing me"

He ate one bite from his plate. "I thought we are married."

"Don't remind me of this!"

It suddenly rained and made it difficult to hear each other's voice. It thundered too.

"So what are we going to do with the bed. Do you want to sleep together with me or seperate?"

You couldn't hear what he said at all. "What, sex again?"

"No, whether if you want  to sleep with me or seperate."

"Let's seperate."

He looked at you confused. "If you want."

You drank the water from the glass. Then you left the table without eating the spagetti. "It wasn't good."

He looked after where you going.

"Mmh... and what do you want to do now?"

You went to the master bedroom as Hyunjin follows you. He also had not finished his plate. "Let's watch television together then..."

"Why we must do everything 'together'?"

"It's just discipline."

You almost took your clothes off. You hide your physical body from Hyunjin.

He laughed. "Nevermind."

He turned on the television in the master bedroom and the air conditioner too. He sat down the edge of the bed and watched television.

"I thought we will sleep separately."

"Oh, oops."

"No, wait you can stay. I want to watch this channel anyways."

Hyunjin laid down the bed and invited you in his arms. You used his shoulder as a pillow.

The channel he turned on was the news channel.

"You smell good," you accidentally confessed.

He pushed your neck with his head and nibble on your delicate skin. "No, you."

You flushed. "I want to make out with you."

"Sure we can make out."

He turned to top you and hummed lovingly. He gave you a small kiss and then held your head to make out. He pulled his tongue to your lips to open your mouth which you obeyed. You touched your tongue with him and he almost fell by the sensation.  Your relationship had been messy ever since you got married but now you thought you could get used to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin leaned closer to you to dig his tongue deeper to yours in which made you moan. "Is it enough for today?" He asked quietly.

"Y-yeah, enough for today."

He still kissed you and tried to get the deepest of your tongue. You flushed because he made you feel so good. The question was, what day you were going to confess?

He stopped as soon as he could. He smirked at you. "You want to sleep, don't you?"

"S-sure."

"Hmm..." He laid back relaxed down and turned off the TV. "Then good night."

"Good night Hyunjin..."

Then you both fell asleep together.

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The day was Sunday and Hyunjin was at the grocery store. Without inviting you.

You sat alone on the sofa until Hyunjin came back. He borrowed your card to do grocery. You sighed. He was very wild in your house and outside. You were in disbelief at how he managed to touch you without any allowance. Really nothing could have stopped him.

The sound of the door clicked open and that was Hyunjin. He has two bags of grocery.

"I bought for cooking and eating only. Sorry if I missed your wishes," he said and laid the two bags on the counter table.

"No worries."

"Any plans for today?"

"No..." You watched him organize the grocery into the shelf. You stood up and walked towards the grocery.

"I'll give your card right back."

"Uhmmm..." You were confused at the grocery. They were gochujang and kimchi only. He planned to eat cheap again.

"I think let's dine out today. I don't want to eat kimchi fried rice."

"Pardon me?" Hyunjin scoffed. "No cooking?"

"Yeah, let's try with a date meal."

"Date..." Hyunjin pondered. "But it is raining season you know... if you want to cook instead then go ahead."

You gulped. He let you cook and got out the kitchen area.

"My cooking is not so good." You followed him.

"But I am hungry right now."

You stomped angrily. What a spoiled guy!

"Ok, then I 'cook' for you."

You clicked your tongue and got your smartphone. You ordered pizza and fried chicken so the challenge was over. "Yes, one pizza and two fried chicken"

The restaurant order was transmitted and you sighed to sit on the sofa again. This time Hyunjin was watching the news.

"If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me. You make me feel pretty wild."

"Uhh ok," you answered.

"You didn't just order meal don't you?"

"Why? What's wrong with my order?"

"Nothing." He leaned to you and grinned. "It's just..."

"It's what?"

You just didn't understand what he said. You just continued watching the news with him without talking to each other. This time you needed to hide your body because Hyunjin was a pervert.

Twenty minutes after the bell ringed. The order just came and you picked up to put it down on the coffee table.

"Here. I 'cooked' for you."

"Oh, thank you." It's Hyunjin who unpacked everything. "Yummy."

"You're welcome."

You sat down and he began to eat. You watched him eat everything with a poker face. He was a fast eater.

"Woah, slow down. You might choke."

"Let's talk about us sleeping together."

You opened your eyes widely. "You make rules for us, now???"

He looked at you. "Number one, I dom you not you dom me."

You nodded.

"Number two, if you feel uncomfortable you need to say something or hit me"

You hit Hyunjin on the cheek. "Like this?"

He knitted his brows. "Ouch.... yeah like this."

He sighed. "Lastly you need to call my name when you moan. Say what you want because I won't give it to you if I don't understand."

"Okay?" You answered.

"Yeah. That's it." With that being said he fed you with a piece of pizza. Your eyes met each other's.

"Ok, let's try," he spoke.

"Right now?!"

"Stop getting mad at me! I am working hard."

"I see. Can't I talk to you or what?"

"Of course you can... come on let's try."

"Things are going too fast"

"Alright!" While being mad Hyunjin left the house.

You sighed and didn't know what was wrong with him. You looked around at the mess the food order made. You texted Hyunjin: hey come back and clean your stuff!

You decided to clean for him at last because he didn't answer the phone. You opened  the trash with your feet and threw away the fast food packages. "Uff he must pay me 20 dollars"

You pat your own shoulder and then went back to eat your fried chicken. There was a note behind your box.

'With love, your husband'

You rolled your eyes and hid the note. Nevermind him.

The news were cold news. It said nothing at all. Maybe it meant that there are no news. Right after Hyunjin came back from the door. He brought nothing with him but a girl. "I am sorry but you cannot come inside."

"Okay," the girl said.

He closed the door slowly and got surprised by you who stood up to look who the girl was.

"She was my high school friend."

"So what?"

"She cannot come inside. She won't."

"Alright," you answered, "so to your 'bed suggestion' shall we look at it now or nah?"

"Bed suggestion? Do you want to try now?"

"Of course."

"We need condom, then."

"And do we have condoms...."

He looked in this pants. "Nope. Maybe in the grocery bag. Ah I found it."

He smiled and showed the condom.

"Ok great. Let's try."

He went to close the curtains. The rooms were dimmed now.

"What is the first rule?"

"You dominate."

"The second?"

"Ah? I forgot this one."

"And the third"

"Say what I want?"

Hyunjin took off all of his shirt to show his six pack. "Sit down"

"I am sitting."

"No, kneel down before me."

You followed his order. You kneeled down in front of him.

He laid his clothes on the counter table. Then in front of you he opened his button of his jeans. "Can you lick it baby?"

You licked over his underpants once.

He took out his crotch and swiped over your mouth. He wanted a blow job. This time he didn't not need to wait for you. He opened your mouth with his fingers and inserted his hardened penis inside your mouth. He carefully rided it while he was holding your head too.

You did not like how the blow job went. This was all about Hyunjin and his lust. He still didn't stop even if you clinched your eyebrows.

"Say what you want..."

"Mhng... Stop"

He rolled you over the sofa and swiped your dress free. He licked the soft part of your panties.

"I love your dress," he confessed. "It is so easy to take off."

He undressed your panties from behind. He then slided between your legs with his bare face before your pussy.

"Sit down on me."

"Yikes!"

You sat down on his face as he began to lick your clit. He sucked the flesh of your pussy and bit into it. He also licked your entrance with his tongue. You sat down on his face to ride for more.

"Hyunjin..." You moaned.

He still licked your pussy while you sat above his head. It got you stimulated. He then demanded you to turn around and take off your silk dress. So you did. You also took off your bras and panties too, so you are naked.

He kissed you first before touching you. "Awe that's nice."

He pretty got naked too after you took off your silk dress.

He stroke your left arms while holding your hand. His tongue licked from your belly up to your breast from then he licks one of your nipple. "You're so soft..."

He kissed you one more time and then he sent butterfly kisses over your breast. You are almost slightly overstimulated. You need him now.

"Fuck me Hyunjin..."

"Sure."

Hyunjin let you go for a little while because he needed to wear his condom. Then he fingered your pussy to make sure you are wet. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes. I let you in"

He slowly glided his condom into your pussy and waited for adjustment. He then fucked you from head to toe. All you could do is to moan Hyunjin's name.

His movement was very on-spot and at a normal tempo. It made you turn your toes. He also moaned your name. He fucked you longer than expected. It was just to see your face.

"I am cumin'" you alerted.

"Not yet," Hyunjin said.

You went out of control and swiped your hips to fuck him instead. Hyunjin growled. "You want to fuck me hard?"

He stopped to let your fuck him just like that. He was careful with his move.

"Ahh... I came."

"What about me?"

You took your hands over his erected penis and stroked it for him. He leaned back and let you do so. You stroked it a few times as he moaned your name.  He cummed in the condom and that was it. Both had came.

"Second in the shower?" Hyunjin asked.

[yurababy]

your touch, my lullaby; c.sc

synopsis all the members fall asleep when you come over for a movie night except seungcheol. four a.m. is quiet, dark and lit up with stars. the two of you confide in each other in the quiet.

notes reader x seventeen idolverse au, kinda like the movie thing mentioned in jeonghan’s, 3.8k, smut fluff angst ig, a lot of non-smut writing sorry, it’s for plot for jeonghan too, title from Ease by Troye Sivan, reference to To You by Seventeen, and Beautiful by Seventeen, make receiving oral, basically thigh riding, reader is referred to as “girl”, sex in a flashback. thank you for waiting

part of the don’t listen in secret series.

@zen003xx @seung-sungs @angelwonie @rubyreduji @vvsmydiamonds127 @shualicious @whyokoa @dreamhannies @313hwa @minnie-mouser22 @knucklesdeepmingi @lenireads @oolanderr @bestboysvt @misssugarlips @whereisgyu @kodzukein @i4kt @wonushuasworld  @aurumness @bibinnieposts @venusprada​ @ikissvernon  @listxn​ @starlight-nightz​ @svtrbi​ 

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seungcheol totally related to cher horowitz.

at the end of the day, she was just trying to help everyone around her. if paul rudd thought all she did was for personal gain, how was that her problem?

the movie was stupid anyways. it’s taking too long for them to get together, poor cher has gone through so much, and nobody cares. nobody is paying attention to cher and seungcheol hates it.

he isn’t even talking about the movie anymore. nobody in the room is paying attention to cher.

well, besides two.

it was extremely rare for everyone to fall asleep, but his members were out. their limbs layer upon one another’s, pillows and blankets covering the living room. you didn’t usually participate in seventeen activities like movie night, but seungkwan told everyone how you were the “number 1 clueless fan!” looping you into the arrangement for a night. so, there you sat on the couch, next to (but not close enough to) cheol.

as the movie progressed, the two of you were comfortabley quiet. you and cheol had been close friends since you met seventeen for the first time, going out for dinners together regularly, but you didn’t usually go any further than making out with him. messy kisses were fun with seungcheol, but honestly rare. you weren’t complaining, though; he engulfed you the same everytime you shared space, like a quilt on the 21st of december. even so, he was usually the one supposed to be recieving the hug, but the size difference just meant he couldn’t not take you into his arms, deep dimples acting as brackets for his cherry lips. 

“what’s the ending like?”

your eyes fell from the tv to seungcheol’s, that being the first invitation for a conversation since the members fell asleep.

(”even... even jihoon? and chan?” you whispered, trying to observe the delicate faces around you for signs of activity.

“jihoon has been working a shit ton later than usual, so i guess movie night was just an excuse for him to sleep. chan...” cheol ran a hand through his hair and your lips involuntarily parted. “he was trying to prove that he could pull all-nighters.”

the both of you softly giggled, soonyoung’s head suddenly flopping onto mingyu’s thigh and making seungcheol cover his mouth with his hands. effortlessly cute.

you reached for the remote, turning the volume down slightly. “at least you’re still awake. let’s keep watching, it’s ending soon!”)

you exhaled through your nose, corners of your mouth lifting as your eyes shifted back to the movie. “happy. you’ll see.”

“how could it possibly be happy? the guy is such a dick and tai is on thin ice. poor girl,” he had to stop himself from getting louder in the middle of his sentence. serenity never really suited him, but he tried to bring it out for the calmer you. it was too late in the night, or, sadly in the morning, for him to disturb his sleeping family. even with his aggressiveness, you could see the smile tugging on his lips and it got a grin out of you, too.

you gave him a soft punch on the shoulder, the distance between the two of you allowing for that much. “impatient,” you tutted. “look, they’re sitting next to each other. keep watching.”

“we’re sitting next to each other, that doesn’t mean anything’s gonna happen!”

you raised an eyebrow towards his direction, shaking your head and going back to the movie.

josh, not the one passed out on wonwoo’s lap, is in the middle of calling cher beautiful when you get an idea, smirk playing on your face. you sit up a bit, tugging on cheol’s shirt to get his attention. suddenly immersed in the film, lips in pout and eyebrows knitted together, he only gives you a hum in response, but you know he’s listening. it’s almost a skill he’s picked up from leading thirteen young boys— at first he was too shy to scream “shut up!” so he resorted to hearing them all out. at once.

you calculated the timing of your actions to the movie’s in your head before going for it. “punch my shoulder, cheol.”

his eyes that were trained on the screen squinted at yours when your words matched the movie’s, him doing a double-take at the kiss scene that he almost missed. the second he saw it, he decided he could care so much less, fist nudging your shoulder and pursed lips breaking into a smile. with that, you leaned in and planted a kiss to his mouth, seungcheol responding immediately with a hand on your neck. the exchange was cut short when you lightly pushed him back. (your eyes lingered on his closed ones for a little too long, deep exhales from his ruby lips just barely illuminated by the tv in the dark room. how he managed to look like he had the most blissful fuck after one kiss was beyond you.)

he didn’t chase after you, rather he nonchalantly leaned back against the arm of the couch. cheol didn’t play games, he was more black-and-white, or, “if you want it, come and get it.” he didn’t like being messed with, and maybe it was his experiences that shaped him like that.

you put a pillow under seungkwan’s head after watching it off of minghao’s shifted knee. glancing away from the mess of sleeping members, you found the eldest’s hand and entangled your fingers. “we can hang out in your room while they sleep.”

he giggled again, fucking giggled. as the two of you rose from the couch, shoulders pressed together (or, cheol making sure he’s as close to you as possible) as you trek past the rest of the boys. what he did appreciate was intimacy, warmth, and communication. he would never done any kind of friends-with-benefits arrangement if it wasn’t someone like you, someone he knew would still be his ride-or-die, someone he could break in front of when he had to stay strong for everyone including jeonghan, someone he could find physical comfort in emotionally rather than just pleasure from sex.

the two of you made it into his room, your fingers unraveling from the grip on seungcheol’s sleeve. (you didn’t remember when that happened, considering the short time it took to get to his room.)

“fairy lights,” that’s new, you thought out loud as he shut the door, him raising a brow as your eyes met. you realized as you said it— it came out a bit awed, to which he let out a light chuckle. warm twinkles surrounded the perimeter of his walls in a neat, continuous line. that definitely wasn’t there before.

what has always been there were the real stars, the glimmers against a night sky even at dawn. those were the sparkles in seungcheol’s eyes: when he looked at the members he had watched mature into who they are now, when he scans the faces of carats at every meeting, when he can make out diamonds and hearts from the shapes of the clouds. when he looked at you now in his quaint, illuminated shelter.

the appearance of a dimple brought you back to reality, the boy breaking into a shy grin. “sure. i think they’re cute, right? lamps are a bit annoying, small area coverage and all.” he paused for a moment, glancing around the room with his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. you had begun looking at other antiques and additions to his room, observing pictures he hung around his desk.

you weren’t facing him, but he softly shook his head as if dismissing a thought and settled by your side. you were now peering over his desk, trying to recognize faces in film photos.

your eyes crinkled at a particular image of him and the hiphop team members. “so cute. polaroids, i mean. really kind of…” you searched your mind for synonyms that could seem more appropriate, but none suited the topic well enough.

“endearing,” you finished, biting your lip at the loveliness of the word. “fairy lights, too. very cute of my manly-man seungcheollie.”

he beamed at the tease and you couldn’t stop yourself from returning the expression. “i don’t get many chances to be cute. the members think i’m cute nowadays, but back then, i couldn’t be.” cheol’s head hung low, stopping himself from looking at the pictures. “i think it’s relaxing, having reminders of where we came from. small things like polaroids to keep the good memories... and string lights, because, why not?” 

he exhaled almost dramatically but kept the smile on his face. “i feel like i’m on cloud nine. it’s so hard, every second of my life, you know?” you nodded as he spoke. of course you knew, for him and for you. “but the minimalism is like what fucking meditation and tea is to myungho.”

you both let out humored exhales at that, cheol exclaiming ever-so-softly, i’m serious! “it keeps me stable. after a.. swirling day. i need something this peaceful. i usually hate that shit, the quiet. it’s still not my favorite, it’s just not that bad.”

seungcheol had been pressing his palms against his desk, having found interest in the wood. the polaroids were long forgotten, one of your hands reaching up to play with the ends of his hair as he spoke. you noticed the way his breath hitched between words, the handful of gulps he had taken in the duration of the vent.

so, as you confirmed he was finished for today, you tugged one of his arms to the side, slipping your body into the free space and captured his torso within your arms. 

he reacted as soon as the touch came, melting into the embrace as his arms similarly wrapped around your shoulders.

“cheol…”

he shushed your with a large hand pressed on your head, stroking your hair and making you whine. “my fault for spilling everything on my mind. no need to say anything, doll.”

“but- stop that!” seungcheol let out a low laugh at your protests to his fingers carding through your locks, teasing your skin. the corners of your lips lifted at the contact as you gave him a gentle push and settled atop his desk. “but, i want to. can’t i?”

“not today, baby.” you pouted a bit, but understood. it was late, cheol feared the topic would make him cry too easily, already being in a vulnerable state.

he took two steps forward, hands finding your waist and a smile on his face. it was a bit of a confusing expression— his dimples weren’t deep enough, his eyes were waning gibbous. it made you sigh, but you figured it would be best to not dote on the conversation. after all, he probably just remembered everything that he doesn’t have time to think about. he knows he has reassurance at any time, he just sought your presence as a non-member when it came to these kinds of things.

“don’t be so sad, it’ll make me sad. you know what’ll make the both of us happy?

seungcheol’s head was tilted, dangerously close to your forehead. you knew where this was going based on his lopsided attempt at a smile. 

you planted your palms onto his shoulders, slipping your fingers past the neck of his shirt to massage his skin. your lips twitched at cheol’s shudder that followed your movements. “i think i do, cheollie.” a pause for thought, you contemplating what’s appropriate to say in the blank. “it’s been a while.”

“i guess it has, hasn’t it?” a rhetorical question. you weren’t sure why it felt awkward.

maybe seungcheol was trying to distract from his emotions, didn’t want to overhear you with seungkwan in the kitchen asking has seungcheol seemed sad recently? maybe he thought he had let his burdensome self slip for a moment.

of course, that would never be the case.

you lifted a bit up to your tip-toes, cheol catching on and lowering his head. you pressed your lips to his jaw, kissing and mumbling the bone. “i miss you.” he was right there. “i like us like today.”

“you’re too good to me. i need you. now.” suspicions of your position together simply being a distraction crumbled at this. if it was joshua, he’d say i want you. cheol is a bit more dependent, instinctive, scared. he means it. a hand cupped your cheek, lifting your face from his jaw. “always?”

you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be a question, the lilt in his voice ever-so subtle. you answered anyways. if he questioned it, he would just have to assume you were repeating him. it was safe.

“always.”

seungcheol was a happy virus. every reveal of his dimpled smile spread to you. you wanted to say it was just because he was that cute, but in reality, something in you longed so badly to make him happy. you had known him for so long, since he was just a kid in the lime backrooms of pledis, desperately trying to make some kind of connection with more kids even younger than he was. 

so you smiled back, bright but just for a moment before connecting your lips. he quickly placed a firm hand on your back and one on the desk as you leaned against it. you took his face into your hands to deepen the kiss, muffled noises of pleasure interrupting the silence of the dorms. 

it was cheol who broke away first, flicking a tongue over his previously-occupied lips while trying to find your hand through his half-lidded eyes. having been in a better state, you found his first and allowed him to drag you to the edge of his bed. he sat down, hand still gripping yours, and you waited for him to speak. with seungcheol, you could withstand patience— he was too much of an overthinker, so the times he could make decisions fast were always valuable.

you swung your hand a little, playful, watching him poke his cheek with his tongue before his dimples broke through. “you look sleepy.”

“just a little bit,” you laughed, light.

he raised his eyebrow, smile drooping into a smirk. “that’s okay. you don’t need to do too much work today. on your knees, baby.”

“what are we doing?” you asked, flush painting your cheeks at his words as you crouched down. in truth, it wasn’t actually his words, more the way his already deep voice seemed to have dropped an octave. in the midst of the night and the solitary of his room, you realize just how much you missed him.

—

2017.

“cheol-cheollie!” you panted, hair covering your face (which was pressed into the mattress anyways, so the majority of your sight would be covered even if you tried pushing it out of the way). 

said boy simply chuckled, watching your ass shake with every pound of his dick. “take it so good. too good for me.” (some things never change.) “having fun, y/n-ah? tell me- shit, tell me if you are.”

“like it, cheol! i-” the name you had known for the past couple of years faded into incoherant syllables as a big palm made contact with your ass.

“just like? damn, i thought i was a bit better than that.”

a moan immedietly escaped your lips, coming out more as a whine. “no! mmh- love it! love it so much, cheollie.... seung...”

“shh, y/n,” you heard above you, although quiet. it dawned on you that he had been speaking so calmly the entire time in contrast to your loud moans. “thank you, darling. you know what to do if it gets too much.”

of course you did— seungcheol didn’t even let you take off his shirt until you gave clear consent to what the two of you were going to do. you lifted your head a bit, craning it to the side to look at him through the wisps of your hair. “wanna... please- wanna cum!” 

cheol tucked your hair behind your ears, flashing his gums at your fucked-out state. “of course, baby. think you can wait a minute, though?”

—

present day.

a hand making contact with your hair brought you out of your reminiscence.

he tilted his head down at you, “you’re pretty. can i fuck your mouth?”

“so blunt,” you murmured, hands already reaching for his drawstring.

his hands engulfed your hair, crafting a makeshift ponytail with his index and thumb acting as the tie. “you like it better when i’m shy? like the first time?”

when you finally undid the knot (you wondered what his technique to tying bows was, so unnecessarily secure) he lifted his hips for you to pull the trackpant low. “liar. you weren’t shy.. i could barely walk the next day.”

“and now i’m gonna make sure you can’t speak tomorrow.”

once his pants were low enough, he took ahold of his dick before you could. giving it a few pumps, seungcheol held it by the base, a somewhat elated grin on his face. “open up, baby.”

and you did— flattening your tongue a bit for show while making eye contact with seungcheol. his cock was then shoved against your tongue, the culprit’s eyes narrowing above you. with your tongue on his underside, you licked a stripe up, holding the point of your tongue to the tip of his shaft. with a little boost of confidence from the sharp breath the boy offered, your lips wrapped around his tip, slowly starting to take him inch by inch.

a bit more pressure was applied against your head, sending you closer to his base in a swift motion. you whined a bit around his length, but seungcheol only chuckled.

“you’re a bit annoying sometimes. why can’t you be my good girl? just this once?”

you began to slide off his cock to protest, reassure, argue, something, but cheol only bucked his hips further into your mouth, your nose brushing against his skin.

he built up a bit of a rhythm, pushing your head up and down his dick at his own speed. and that speed was fast, your mouth not even moving around him. you figured it was worth it, worth hearing his deep grunts and pleasured moans, but you had better ideas.

you reached up and grabbing his arm, his movements halting immedietly. sensing his furrowed brows even if you no longer held eye contact, you didn’t let give him time to inquire your actions before you pushed off his cock and brought it back in. he hit so deep in your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat, you felt hot wetness streaming your cheeks as you tried not to gag. the discomfort disappeared as soon as it came as seungcheol released another, much louder, moan.

you hollowed your cheeks and continued to suck: up and down his cock, kitten licks and kisses around the diameter, mewls and hums vibrating down his length. it seemed to do the trick just fine, one hand previously having been gripping your hair abandoned to tangle the sheets and the other impressively strong on your scalp. 

his breathing was getting heavier, and you had already predicted his next words. “close, baby... m’ gonna cum soon,” he warned.

you made no effort to move, though, making sure he knew where his cum would go. on your lips. under your tongue. down your throat.

so, when he released with the prettiest sound, you held it in your mouth until his eyes fluttered open. (you always wondered if he had ever tried wearing mascara or something.) once sure his eyes were back on you, you gulped as visibly as possible and stuck out your tongue for him to see. 

see? i am a good girl. your good girl. i’ve always liked you, a bit more than the rest. don’t we have our own connection? i would do anything for you, i think. thank you for everything.

he offered a smile and pat his thigh, signalling for you to replace yourself on his lap. you did just that, tipping your head back as his mouth latched onto your earlobe. “i was lying, you know?” he spoke against your skin. “you’re always the best. a brat, but i love it.”

and you felt like this was a safe place, a place for honesty and love and comfort. so, regardless of knowing how he would take it, you spoke your mind.

“i’d do anything for you.”

it wasn’t your preferred reaction (you actually didn’t know how you wanted him to react or even what you expected from him, just not this) but it was still music to your ears, the dark chuckles that seemed to be his favorite way of expression today. “right back at you.”

a pause for him to suck your neck.

“i’m so happy. so happy i have you.”

and it was true. no matter what you were, you had each other.

“love you, cheollie.”

that much you could say without problems. he knew it was true. you knew it was the same for him, right?

“love you too, my y/n.”

of course it was, why did you doubt him? how could you think he would shake his head or lie when he said it so quickly, like it was the only thing he studied for on the entire test? why did you not believe him for a second? why do you care? what do you want from him?

“let me make you feel good. grind on my lap, i know you’re wet.”

of course he did, he knew everything about you. he knew all the times you’ve cried, he knows your favorite color. he knows what breed pet you want in a few years, he knows your favorite seventeen song, he knows which members you’re with at all times for safety. why did you trust him so much?

your daze didn’t stop you from complying, rolling your hips on his lap and shamelessly moaning into his neck to chase your high.

of course, it was because he was one of your closest friends. he meant the world to you. you were so grateful to have him.

one day, someone else will have him, you reminded yourself. have the perfect boyfriend, husband, leader, best friend, choi seungcheol in their mouth like you did a bit ago. have him in their arms like you always find yourself begging for. and they’ll be in his heart, on his mind, in his life as his.

and of course, you had no right to be bitter. you were still a mess on top of his thigh, his hand still occupied your folds in this moment and you still pulled him in for a kiss. you still came on his hand, he still licked your cum off his fingers. he still pulled you beside him in his bed, under the covers. you still had him, for now.

you thought again: did you actually want something with seungcheol, or is he so close that it’s just too easy to imagine? would you actually ruin everything for seungcheol?

“you’ll always have me. i hope it’s the same vice versa,” seungcheol’s arms tightened around your shoulders.

“of course it is. go to sleep, my forever-boy.”

you could say that much tonight.

[m4sonn]

⍟~ Hatred and cuddles ~⍟

(tahbks to pokie @peachyponyboyy for hklpyng me with ygis and the anon wgo sugghested it)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

You were Sodapop’s twin brother. You were just kind of there. You weren’t a greaser, you just didn't like how it made your hair look. I guess you could be considered a hippie? You could never touch a blade or use a bottle, you were all about peace. Steve slightly disliked you because of that, you were just so… calm… it irritated him. You wouldn’t fight with him and never really argued with anyone and it just pissed him off!! He didn’t know what exactly about it pissed him off but it just did.

Right now, he was waiting for someone, just anyone, to get to the Curtis house. It was just the two of you, it was pretty late at night but no one was home. Dally was in the cooler, two-bit was babysitting his sister for once, Darry was still at work, soda was out at who knows where, and he couldn’t care less what Johnny and ponyboy were doing. You were currently in your pajamas, a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy old shirt, a hand me down from Darry. You couldn’t quite get the smell of darry’s cheap ass dollar general cologne out of it, no matter how many washes it went through and no matter how many years you’ve had it.

He sat on one bed of the couch and you sat pretty close next to him. You guys were watching whatever was in the TV, it was kind of boring since you were too poor for cable but it was whatever. You were pretty tired, but you didn’t wanna get up and go to your room. You started to fall asleep on the couch. After a while you felt your body go limp and your eyes shut and succumbing to your tired state.

Steve felt a weight fall onto his side, looking over it was you. Asleep and leaning onto him. He grumbled about you being annoying and stupid but oddly he couldn’t push you off.. with anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem and he would easily shove them off of the couch head first but something was… different… right now. A slight pale pinkish reddish color washed over his cheeks and he wrapped one arm around you. He gently pulled you closer. He was currently just wearing some jeans and socks, he had came home from work and almost immediately gotten kicked out by his dad again so he had just had his DX shirt on when he got there. He took it off almost immediately when he got there and kicked off his shoes. He soon fell asleep shortly after you, his head resting on top of yours (you guys are sharing lice, so coquette >o< <333)

Steve woke up to the flashes of cameras, you still asleep next to him, the rest of the gang giggling as pony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. You started to wake up too. Steve put his arm over his eyes, the bright light that flashed with every picture blinding him. “What the hell is happening” he murmured angrily. The gang scattered and you sat up more. You looked around, drowsy and disoriented. You leaned back against Steve after managing to gain the consciousness to realize where you were and what the fuck is happening.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he looked at you. He flicked your forehead causing you to flinch, he chuckled at your nose which scrunched up when you were irritated. He started to shove you and tried to get a rise out of you, being the peaceful guy that you were you just politely asked him to stop which pissed him off even more. “God, why are you so fucking annoying!” He basically yelled out at you. You stared at him bewilderedly. “W-wha?-“ you asked in confusion. “You’re just so- so- infuriating!” He put up air quotes as he spoke “ ‘oOh I’m Y/n AnD iM sUpEr SeNsItIvE aNd iM a LiTtLe WuSs WhO wOnT mAn Up AnD fIgHt!!!’ “ he mocked. You had always been more sensitive; kind of like ponyboy. You cried easy and your brother teased you for it a lot. You felt the tingle of tears starting to form in your eyes. He started to go on and on about how annoying you were and how much he hated you. And you just… broke… tears started to sting your face as if they were acid spilt into your face.

Steve just froze, watching as your usually calm face was washed away by your emotions. “I- uhm…” he sputtered out. He didn’t know what to do. He was always bad with crying, hell he couldn’t even get himself to stop crying in the rare occasions he did but this was just too much. He didn’t expect you to cry like that, he didn’t think he had been that harsh on you. He awkwardly wrapped him arms around you. “Uhm… i- ‘m sorry… don’t cry… uhm… please….?” That last word felt weird to say, it just felt unnatural coming off of his tongue. He felt bad for the first time in his life, he had made people cry before but he didn’t really care that much. He usually just said go cry about it and walked away.

He just sat there, with his arms wrapped around you in a hug. Gently patting your back as he tried to get you to stop crying. After a bit you managed to calm down, small hiccups and sniffles being the only sound coming out of you. He let go of you as you wiped your eyes. “Uhm… ‘m sorry…” he murmured out, he just prayed none of your brothers had woken up. You looked up at him through wet lashes. “I’m sorry… i-i-“ he cut you off “what are you sorry for, ‘m the one who yelled at you…” you didn’t know what to say back. You guys just watched TV silently.

After a while you guys started to talk, just normal conversation. You guys basically talked all night. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped and arm around, you watched tv cuddled up all lovingly like, his hard shell of hate cracked as this was all to try and make you feel better after he made you cry. You guys both had a light hue of pink on your cheeks as you talked, and at the end of your chat before you guys went to sleep you guys shared a gentle kiss. And of course you guys woke up to the gang laughing at you two cuddling and taking embarrassing pictures to tease you guys. And dally calling you two gay ofc 💞💞💞

[bigdealsgoddog]

Lookism guys when drunk

Zack lee

We already know he’s a crybaby drunk. Whether he’s mad sad or happy he’s always bawlin

He’d be out one night drinking with the boys™️, poor Daniel would be the one escorting and make sure everyone got home safe.

He had Zack hanging on his shoulder when you opened the door but as soon as he saw you he was immediately ontop of you, clinging onto you like a baby koala

“(Y/n)! Baby! You’re home!” Thankfully your used to it at this point so you know the tears streaming down his face doesn’t mean anything bad happened he was just so happy to see you. You’d thank Daniel and bring zack inside all the while he’s sniffling and rubbed his face into your hair

Don’t leave him alone for even a minute he will cry harder and that is a threat™️. Thankfully he’s really easy to take care of, just a simple ‘could you please sit baby?’ Or ‘how about you go lay in bed and I’ll bring you a water, once you drink it I’ll cuddle you as much as you want to ok?’

Careful though he might get so happy he’ll start hugging you while crying because you’re just so kind to him what did he ever do to deserve you and oh my god you are so warm and soft he could hug you all night

Daniel park

I feel like Daniel wouldn’t be the type to really want to get drunk in public really? Or even super drunk to begin with

He’s the type to cuddle with you on the couch with a glass of (whatever your preferred liqueur is) and watching some tv with you getting in that good quality time™️.

He’s totally a fruity drink guy when out in public though, he used to get self conscious about what people thought about what he drank but to him everything else tastes pretty bad, he’s not drinking to get drunk so one pina colada wouldn’t hurt right?

But after some convincing(mild bullying) from Zack and VinJin to let loose and the fifth pina colada…

He did not realize fruiter drinks were stronger because of the sugar and not easily gauged alcohol content.

You happened to be there too, it’s the only reason Daniel felt comfortable enough to drink. You were his designated driver and you would never let anything happen to Daniel or let Daniel do anything he might regret.

I mean, until he sees some poor dumb bastard attempting to flirt with you that is

Jace would even tell you the next morning that daniels whole demeanor just flipped like a coin. He’d take a deep breath almost like to steady his nerves, completely changing the vibe around him and his friends as he set down his empty glass and took quick strides over to you

His friends really thought some is going to die tonight and I mean. They weren’t really too far off.

You just weren’t going to let poor Daniel go to jail over this.

You and the guy could see Daniel coming and you were almost convinced he had taken on ultra instinct the moment he made eye contact with the guy. The poor bastard looked paler than a ghost before immediately dashing off. Before Daniel could chase after him you had grabbed his arm laughing a bit nervously.

God the moment you and him get home though? You were so concerned he was still pissed because of how quiet he was being.

That was until you got up to your shared bedroom and he grabbed you by your shoulders to just confess how much he loves you and how great full he is that you love him back and that you’re so kind to him. That he would fight everyone to the end of the earth if it meant that he knew you were ok.

He’d pull you into a hug and you of course hug him back, you’re emotional hugging him tightly as you reciprocate his feelings for a few moments before you hear the snore that came from him burying his face in your hair.

Somehow he fell asleep standing up in your arms and now it was your job to get him in bed laying properly

Samuel Seo (Seo Seongeun)

this might be my love for broken and deeply insecure men talking as well as my love for Sammy, but I feel like he could be either two wildly different versions when drunk.

He's either incredibly sad or incredibly horny, the only difference is whether or not he had tequila or whiskey and if you want some odd form of both its soju.

it's not like he's gonna start bawling at Marly and Me or tear up because you didn't give him a kiss good night.

ok actually he might

but it's more like he's unable to really contain his sense of inferiority, for some reason tequila just gets him riled up for his future plans and things he can do to truly put himself into 'the position of a king.'

But after stumbling around his home office for the past hour now, drunk and unable to even read his computer screen properly with all the swirling numbers, he can't help but get frustrated with not only the computer but with himself.

he spent fifteen minutes looking for a pen that was already in his hand.

so here you are on the couch with an oddly clingy Samuel who has not said a word to you since he staggered into the living room and intruding on your movie marathon.

You could smell the alcohol on him and considering he wasn't trying to get into your pants at the moment, you had opted for keeping the silence aside from the tv while you rubbed slow circles in his back.

"(y/n) Do you...do you really think I could become a king?" He mumbled into your side, surprising you from your tv induced trance. You gave him a small smile before nodding and kissing his head "Of course I do."

"Why?" He looked up at you, a frown set on his face, and you can see tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You're going to have to go make sure the liquor cabinet isn't completely empty later and figure out why the hell Samuel drank this much.

"Because baby, you're so driven and motivated to get what you want, if being king is something you want, I'm sure you're going to figure out how to get it."

You'd spend the rest of the time cuddling him and reassuring him until he finally decides it is much too late and the alcohol is finally making him sleepy so you and him have to go to bed together so he can cuddle you. Or he's going to fall asleep right there cuddling into your side and there's no way in hell you're going to be able to get up.

[silkythewriter]

Omg! Can you do headcanons for the hazbin boys: alastor, angel, and husk, having a major crush on reader, but not wanting to admit it? They're embarassed how bad they got it.

The hazbin boys having a major crush on the reader!

Summary!: hazbin boys: alastor, angel, and husk, having a major crush on reader, but not wanting to admit it (They're embarassed how bad they got it.)

author note: Thank you for the request anon! This is (one) of my favorite fandoms to write for! (●’◡’●)! As usual sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes or if they are OOC!

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Warnings!:None other then flustered demon boys <3

Fandom: 🔥Hazbin hotel🔥

💵Husk🍻

Ohhhhhh shit-

“How did this even happen?!” Is all he’s thinking at this point he feels so embarrassed after realizing what’s happening

But it’s not he’s fault your smile makes him blush crazy! It’s probably just the cheap booze he’s drinking anyway! Right?……

Yea this guy in in denial big time, he just can’t rap his head around that just by your smile you already have him wrapped around your finger! This is definitely not the best look for him

He try’s pushing down the swelling feeling in his heart when he looks at you, He can barely talk to you at this point unless he’s drunk cause these feelings overwhelm the poor man

Everyone in the crew placing bets if he’ll get with you or not: E.x: “I bet 50 dollars he will!” Angel said laughing as he placed down 50 dollars

He avoids you like the plague he’s to embarrassed to even be around you, Like let’s say your in common area, He won’t step a foot into there until A,you call him out or B,you leave to go somewhere else

Alastor and angel dust tease him about it ALOT he’s throwing alcohol bottles at them just to shut them up because they talk extra loud while teasing him especially if your around

Niffty calling him out by accident 💀 Poor girl didn’t even mean to it just happened she was curious why is was so red a flustered! Wasn’t her fault he was bad at hiding things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Overall a flustered mess even worse when drunk it’s kinda easy to tell if you pay some attention to him but other then that if you don’t really look he’s way it’s kinda hard to tell

🕷Angel dust 🛍

*intense flirting increases*

He’s flooding you with complements but then adds “Only cause we’re best friends!” And then laugh it off

He’s to embarrassed to ambit that he fell for you THAT hard it’s suppose to be the other way around!

Cherry bomb has to be He’s unwanted wing man don’t get him wrong he loves her like a sister! But he’s embarrassed of her knowing how hard he fell for you

He try’s giving small hints here and there but never saying out right like for example! Giving you extra attention and complementing you more frequently, or being more clingy

He’ll be less flirty to others ( Only a small bit though) unless he’s in work cause that’s just part of the job

Would take you out to hang out with him and cherry bomb! Like to the mall, causing chaos, and other things! Of course if your up to it if not he’ll just stay home with you and chill on the couch

Gets really offensive when someone asks if he has a crush on you E.X: “hey do you have a crush on y/-“ “of course not! Why would I we are the best of pals just friends that like to cause chaos nothin more!”

I feel like he can hide it a bit better then anyone sense he’s naturally flirty to anyone to be honest so many people don’t sense anything suspicious if he does start flirting with you

I feel like he’ll unconsciously just be mor physically with you like you guys can be chilling together watching Tv and he’ll end up cuddling you when he’s asleep (probably sleep walking or something of that sorts ) so overall in a bit of denial but still leaves hints for you to pick up on!

🦌Alastor 📻

Surprisingly A bit disturbed to be honest, How in the hell did you manage to do that?

He still acts like his normal self just a bit more off around you.. E.X: you start rambling about an interest you have, Bro will listen like his life depends on it dude even makes sure his breathing isn’t loud so it doesn’t disturb your talking-

For his normal talkative self it’s quite rare to see him this dead silent is scares everyone-

He sticks by your side half of the time accompanying you to every store you go for what he says “ A gentleman normally does this!” Which is a poor excuse

People cant tell at all and even if they do who’s gonna call him out? Cause it’s sure as hell isn’t gonna be them

He has a more chill out smile when your around unlike the cheek bone hurting one he has on almost all the time

He’s little radio staff acts up when your around, so expect random love songs to play or just out right loud ear breaking static

Even if your a strong man/woman/person He’ll still be a gentleman and help with any bags, or groceries, or anything else!

He does that static thing when people start talking to you in a flirty manner or just a friendly conversation he can’t help it, it just happens

Even though his smile is usually calmer around you doesn’t mean it’s like that all the time especially if you so something cute or just out right smile somehow his smile grows even more- which is scary enough for everyone else in the room-

Overall doesn’t show it much but if you play REALLY close attention you’ll start catching on

thank you anon for the cute HC! This was very fun to write! I hope you request again! Sorry if this took long!

[moonleet]

oooh ooh! For the agere ask game if it’s ok to do multiple numbers I just love your astarion stuff and i want to hear everything about your take on him, so astarion with 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 12, 13, 15 and/or 18?

thank you for the ask! this was a lot of fun - everythings under the cut!

do they have a specific age or range they regress to, or do they just go off vibes?

i see astarion as a baby to a toddler regressor! however i don't think he's solidly within a particular age range - like, he'll value his independence and understand (and participate in!) snarky remarks, but he also likes being coddled and is super super clingy ehe 🪄

is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it?

very involuntary i think. he's a bit too prideful to ask someone to take care of him - and, he tends to push himself until he doesn't have a choice in regressing, poor guy :( i think he sometimes regresses without realizing, usually when he realizes he's safe with tav and gang

are they a stuffie or a blankie kid? both? neither?

neither! this is super specific, but i think he is just enamored with a beautiful carved wooden horse and carriage that he can pull behind him with a string! my tav, miya, got it for him bc miya liked the design, and astarion takes that thing with him eeeeeverywhere xP

in what ways are they different when they're regressed? do aspects of their personality or interests change at all? are they similar to how they were when they were an actual kid, or completely different?

i think astarion, regressed, isn't too similar to how he was when he was actually a kid. he feels fundamentally changed by what happened to him, and it's reflected in his regression: he's a lot more sensitive, which he expresses by being rather bratty for a while before he warms up and allows himself to be clingy and take all the warmth everyone offers him!

do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, diapers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

i think he's a padded regressor! he also has a tendency to chew on things like a teething kitten. miya has hand-constructed a wrap out of softish leather and cloth that can withstand his teeth, after finding too many puncture marks in his sleeves ssjdjdjskdk. otherwise, astarion usually just dresses in his camp clothes. even baby, he cares about looking good 🪄

do they fall into any 'regressor stereotypes' (baby talk, loving disney movies, liking pastels, etc.), or do they diverge from the 'norm' (liking horror media, regressing to an older age, etc.)?

his biggest stereotype is being clingy: he demands attention at all times!!! i think he diverges pretty strongly in that he speaks mostly the same as he does not regressed, albeit with a small lisp, and can be a real smartass about things that displease him shdjfjdjsjd

do they have any specific nicknames for when they regress? how about nicknames they've given to their caregiver(s) or friends?

miya calls him "darling," karlach calls him "baby bat" and "mr. teeth," and i think halsin calls him "little cub"! and astarion calls miya "mama" (miya is a man btw!!! astarion just calls him that), karlach "mama k", and halsin "papa"

what do they like to do when they're regressed? do they like to play pretend, watch tv/movies, color, etc.?

he likes pulling around his toy carriage and generally just hovering around people and watching them! with people he's closer to, like miya and karlach, astarion enjoys a good snuggle (with permission from him) and a nice book! none of those stories for babies, though, he has discerning tastes (miya once read aloud to him directly from his grimoire and astarion never fell asleep quicker)

what do they wear when they're regressed? do they have specific clothes, or do they just wear whatever is most comfortable? do they have a comfort article of clothing?

just his regular degular camp clothes! although he'll steal clothes from his carers to make a nest, sometimes :3

do they prefer to play indoors or outdoors? do they get upset when it rains?

indoors for sure!! astarion actually quite likes the rain (from the coziness of a dry inn or tent). it's soothing to him :3

do they take naps? if so, do they take them at a specific time, or just nap whenever they feel like it? do they get fussy over having to take one?

elves don't really nap! but miya definitely schedules in "mandatory" meditation time - astarion is annoyed at first, but as it turns out meditating is so cozy when you're being cradled against someone's chest and you can feel their warmth and heartbeat... :3

[faghubby]

CUCKOLD REASON

Jamie came home just as I finished getting the kids to sleep. She looked a mess. She had met a new lover tonight. She headed straight to the bedroom. I followed her as I walked in She had already shed her dress. I noticed bruises on her breast. And hickeys on her neck.

"Are you ok?" I asked concerned.

"Yes, very much so" she smiled and headed to the bathroom and a hot bath. Again I followed.

"Paul, he was an amazing lover. He was so aggressive and just took me" Jamie explained. Jamie had learned of my Cuckold fantasy months ago the whole idea turned her on as much as it did me. First she had hooked up with a guy she worked from. That had lasted a few months. After she had met a black man named Nathan she was fascinated by the size of his cock but it wasn't a good fit. She had turned to an online site and met this new one. I started to wash her hair and noticed the cum in it as Jamie told me about her date.

"We didn't even make it to dinner" she informed me. "He took me back to his place and used me" she almost moaned. "I have never, it was amazing" she continued. She then turned and looked at me.

"Did you?" She smiled.

"No the girls just got to sleep" I told her.

"Poor baby" Jamie giggled. Noticing the bulge in my shorts.

"You're alright he didn't hurt you?" I asked.

"No" she looked at her breast "well not really, I mean he was enormous and felt like he tore me in two. And very forceful. But it was the best sex in my life" Jamie continued her hand slid down and opened her pussy as if gauging how much he had stretched her. She sat and soaked as I washed her back and feet. Getting out only when the water was getting cold. She walked back to the bedroom and crawled in bed naked.

"I will help you with that in the morning" she told me pointing to my still present bulge. And fell asleep. I went and watched sport center fighting the urge to jerk off. Before go to bed myself. I woke in the morning to Jamie texted her lover. I could tell she was excited. She cuddled with me showing me thier conversation. He had told her to meet him again today. He was telling her what to wear and expect. This all turned Jamie on.

"Lick me while I answer him" Jamie said spreading her legs. I did as she asked. She then video called him. She told him how much she enjoyed last night as I realized how stretched her virgina was. She agreed to meet him for lunch. She hung up as I made her cum. Just as the girls knocked on the bedroom door.

"Poor baby" she smiled rubbing my hardon through my boxers. She told the girls I was coming to make them breakfast. "It seems even smaller somehow" she teased. I got up to make the girls breakfast. Jamie was still in bed when I finished getting the girls ready they where watching TV. I bought Jamie some coffee. She pulled down my shorts and reached into my boxers.

"Where is it?" She joked. Before grasping hold of it. She slowly ran her hand over it.

"I am meeting Alec for lunch. I don't know when I will be home" she told me. "Would you like me to make you wait?" She asked. I only nodded. She continued to tease my hard dick.

"How small are you?" She asked knowing the answer having measured me months ago.

"A little over 4 inches" I said barely over a whisper.

"Alec must be at three times as big" she told me barely touching my hard dick. She kept me on edge. "Your undies are two big for such a little man" she told me. She then suddenly stopped and got out of bed to get ready for her date. She went to shower. I went to check on the girls. The where playing dress up. Our oldest decided to dress me up as well. They had great laughs putting bows in my hair and jewelry on me. In the middle of this Jamie joined us.

"Daddy looks buetiful" she told the girls. And kissed me. She took out her lipstick and applied it to the girls. Then turned and smiled and did my lips as well. The girls where sad mommy had to go out again. But Daddy would play princess with them.

"You can wear one of my dresses" she told me. The girls giggled running off to pick one out for Daddy.

"In my drawer you might find undies that will fit you better" she whispered in my ear rubbing me thru my shorts. Then left I talked the girls out of dressing me up. Jamie texted me posts about being a Cuckold and a sissy. About wearing panties. Then she sent me a pic of her hand wrapped around a huge hard cock. Then nothing. I thought about what she had said all day. It was late the girls already in bed when she pulled in the garage. She came in and again headed straight to the bedroom. He dropped her dress she wore no underwear and stood naked. Her ass had red markes hickeys covered her breast shoulders and neck. Cum ran down her thigh. She stepped close and pulled my shorts down. Disappointment crossed her face. She stepped back and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties from her drawer. She handed them to me. I stripped and put them on.

"Would you like to taste him " Jamie asked her hand stopped up his cum from her thigh.

"I could never feel you again. And I will never let you have another woman." She told me offering me her cum covered fingers. I turn my head away. She rubbed me thru my panties.

"Rub yourself like this" she told me. I laid on the bed and rubbed myself thru the soft material.

"Did you wear one of my dresses today? "She asked. I nodded no. She pulled out her vibrator and held it against my dick. She slid down and spread my legs to hold it against my asshole. Through her panties. She again offers me cum off her fingers. This time pushing it into my mouth. She climbed on top of me and lowers herself to my tounge. I begin to suck her lovers cum from her as she uses her vibrator to tease my asshole and balls. Made her cum with my tounge. This pushed the rest of his cum out of her gagging me. She didn't let up until I came in her panties.

"Such a good boy" she laughed. She made me sleep in my wet panties. As she went to take a bath. I felt humiliated as I laid in wet panties and fell asleep.

Once again Jamie woke before me. When I woke up she showed me that she was ordering online. I was horrified as she showed me a strapon cock and an anal training kit. She just shush me when I tried to raise an argument. She got up and got ready for work. When she slid on a pair of cotton bikini cut white panties. She also pulled out a black thong and handed it to me. I knew she wanted me to wear them I showered and put them on as she watched while doing her hair.

"You look so cute" she said cupping me. "And they fit" she added. She pulled them up so they sank into my ass. I quickly got dressed so the girls would not see. Jamie left for work leaving me to tend to the kids. I ran a few websites and only needed to work a few hours daily. Making me the primary caregiver. I dropped the oldest off at kindergarten and the younger at daycare and went back home to work for a few hours. Jamie sent m sissy videos. Asking if I loved my new underwear. She then sent me instructions to order myself new panties. I did as she said buying a dozen thongs and a few other sexy styles. She spent the next few days sending me memes, stories and articles of what she expected of me. She avoided anything intimate between us. Although she did have me start wearing a small plug while I was home alone working.

Friday night she told me she was meeting Alec again. When she came home it was almost midnight. She woke me and handed me a present. I rubbed my eyes as she rubbed me thru my new purple thong. I opened the box to find a silver necklace. She quickly put it on me. It was tight a choker like a woman may wear I looked at it in the mirror and noticed it said sissy on it if you looked close.

"Alec fucked my ass tonight" she informed me. Pulling out the strapon she

It's had bought but we had not used yet. She made me help her adjust it. She didn't ask just pushed me back on the bed. And pushed my legs on to her shoulders. She lubed my ass before she pushed her cock in. I cried out. As she just forced it in. She shoved a rag in my mouth and fucked me. Tears rolled down my face as she took me.

"Everyday, everyday I am going to fuck you " she told me. She was not gentile but rained a brutal assault on my ass. I was even more humiliation humiliated when I came from this all over myself. Only then did Jamie stop. She had me remove her cock, then spooned me as we slept.

My ass hurt when I woke in the morning. Jamie saw me walking funny and laughed. She had me wear a larger plug all day. And under no circumstances was I to ever remove my necklace.

Jamie met her lover again that evening and returned home to fuck my ass again. Again there was no tenderness just a brutal assault when she finished she pulled me to her breast and held me as I cried.

"That's it let it out, little sissy girls need to except their place" she told me. "In the morning I want you to shave, I want you smooth like a girl." She kissed my ear. In the morning my ass still sore she reminded me.

Before she went to meet Alec again. "He is much tougher on me then I am on you" she informed me. "And I can't get enough, soon neither will you" I dropped the kids off for a play date and went home. I sat and thought about the past few weeks. It all excited me I had to admit. And decided to shave as Jamie had told me. I ran my hands over my legs and chest it excited me. I wanted to jerk off but instead rubbed myself thru my panties. I came in my panties and fell asleep. I woke to Jamie standing over me.

"Naughty girl" she laughed. And lowered herself on my face I licked her lovers cum out of her. But there was so much.

"He let his friends have a turn " Jamie told me. "Three mens cum you are eating" she informed me. After I had cleaned her to her satisfaction. She let me up. Stuffed a huge plug in my ass and sent me to fetch the girls.

[lucy90712]

Hi!! Can you write something for Fabio Q. I was thinking that he goes dirty biking with his friends in Andorra, reader stays at home and he falls, nothing too bad, just a bit sore, and reader just takes care of him, worrying too much, and his friends kinda tease than about it. Thaaanksss

Fabio Quartararo- Training injury

As usual I was awoken at the crack of dawn also known as 6am when Fabio got up to go training but after saying a half asleep goodbye to him I went back to bed as it's Saturday and any sensible person would sleep in. After a few more hours sleep I actually got up ready to start my relaxing weekend because after the week I've had at work I think I deserve some time to do nothing. All I wanted to do was lay down and watch all my favourite shows that I've missed so that's exactly what I did, I gathered a few blankets and made myself comfortable while choosing which show to watch first. It was clear that the house needed cleaning or at least tidying a little but it was very easy to ignore the mess and put it off for later or tomorrow so naturally I did just that and instead enjoyed watching tv. 

Once I had ran out of things to watch I decided it would be best to get up and eat breakfast and then get ready because Fabio should be home soon and I'm sure he'll want to do something as he always has plans for us on a weekend. When I got to the kitchen I realised Fabio had made me breakfast and left it in the fridge for me which put a smile on my face as it meant he was thinking about me this morning before he left. Fabio is truly the best boyfriend I've ever had he's just so caring and will do little things like this all the time, he will get up with me in the morning and make me coffee before work or will do other things to help me get through the week which I really appreciate. 

I enjoyed my breakfast before heading upstairs to shower and get ready for the day because I actually like to shower in the morning or of an evening when I have time as its usually my bit of time each day to unwind and relax. Every time I shower I play music because if I didn't I don't think I'd ever listen to music because I just don't have the time to stop and enjoy music. So as always I put my favourite playlist on and hopped in the shower ready to spend a good 15 minutes in there. My 15 minutes in the shower was cut very short when after a few minutes my phone began to ring, I so desperately wanted to ignore it but when I saw that it was Fabio I knew I had to answer it. 

"Hey" I said trying to keep my phone dry despite me having just got out the shower 

"Hey sorry to interrupt your morning but Fabio fell while training and he's hurt" one of Fabio's friends explained 

"Ok um can you send me your location and I'll come and pick him up in a few minutes" I said in a complete panic 

With that the call ended and any ounce of relaxation was gone and instead it was replaced with worry. Like any normal professional sports person Fabio gets injured but usually its not too bad so the fact that I need to go and pick him up has me really worried that he's broken something but for now I need to get there before I can worry too much. There was no time for me to think about what I was doing so I just put on some clothes and ran down to leave the house not putting on any makeup or even drying my hair because I just wanted to leave as quick as possible. Of course the location I was sent in the middle of nowhere but I managed to weave my way through all the small streets of Andorra and get somewhat near before I had to park my car and run down through some trees to get to where Fabio and his friends were. 

The poor guy was sat on the ground next to his bike which was on its side clearly in quite a bit of pain. I ran over to him and knelt down by his side with his friends so that I could actually talk to him. He explained what happened and that his ankle was what hurt the most which is what I was afraid of because a broken ankle will mean he either can't race for a while or will struggle to race. I'm not a medical expert but after being with Fabio for a while I've come to learn a few things about the common injuries racers get. With this knowledge I took Fabio's boot off and tried to look and see if his ankle was broken but from what I could tell it was just sprained and a bit swollen which was a huge relief as a sprain doesn't involve us spending hours in a hospital. 

When I knew everything was sort of ok Fabio's friends helped him up and then we all made our way back to my car where I moved the passenger seat back to allow Fabio to have more room to have his leg stretched out. I helped Fabio get in the car before thanking his friends for their help because without then we would definitely still be in that field because I'm not strong enough to help Fabio walk all the way back to the car. They also told me that they would bring Fabio's bike at some point along with the van he uses to transport it which I thanked them for again as I'm sure that bike is more important to Fabio than anything else including me.

On the way home Fabio kept gripping onto my hand when we went over a bump in the road which told me that he really was in some pain as usually he doesn't show when he's in pain so for him to feel the need to squeeze my hand tells me everything I need to know. Along the way we stopped at the store and I got some pain medication as well as some other things for Fabio before I drove the rest of the way home. I hadn't thought about how I was going to help him up the steps to our house at any point until they were in front of me and I realised just how many there were for absolutely no reason. First I decided to take the stuff I brought inside and put a chair in front of the door to keep it open before going to collect Fabio from the car. He put his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist so that I could take some of his weight and we slowly walked towards the steps then took it one at a time until we finally made it up and inside to the sofa. 

Fabio put his leg up on the coffee table while I ran off and got all of his recovery things for after he trains to see if any of it would help because I don't know what it all does. I also went and got him something to eat and drink because he's been gone for a good few hours and would have eaten a long time ago and if I can't fix his ankle I might as well do something he would appreciate. Once I gave everything to him I went to go and change and fix my hair but before I could go anywhere he pulled me down on the sofa next to him. 

"Please just stay here I just want to cuddle with you it will make me feel better" he said with puppy dog eyes even though I didn't need convincing 

"I'll stay here don't worry" I said 

"Good and by the way you look beautiful so don't worry about the way you look" he said as if he was reading my mind

"Aww well aren't you extra cute when you're hurt" I joked

"I try my best" he laughed 

As Fabio was hurt I gave him the tv remote and allowed him to pick what he wanted to watch which usually I don't let him do as he will watch the worst tv show to exist if I do but because I felt bad for him I decided to be nice. He seemed surprised but he took his chance while he had it and went to Netflix to put on a new show I hadn't seen before but from the description it actually sounded pretty good. We were sat a bit apart on the sofa as I didn't want to get to close incase I accidentally hurt Fabio more which I really don't want to do. Clearly this wasn't good enough for him as he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him which I knew meant he wanted to cuddle so I completely closed the gap between us and snuggled into his side while resting my head on his shoulder. 

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Since we got home we just sat and watched the show Fabio has now got me hooked on in between me putting heat and ice on his foot to help with the pain and the swelling which has gone down quite a lot. Even though he seems to be doing better I haven't let him get up on his own because if I'm here to help I don't want him to possibly hurt himself more. When I went to make lunch he tried to get up to help me but I made him sit back down and surprisingly he actually listened to me for once but that was probably because you can see the living room from the kitchen so he couldn't sneak up on me. Fabio hates to not be doing things so he was a nightmare to live with during quarantine and he's even worse when he should be resting because he's sick or injured. Sometimes it's almost impossible to get him to rest but I've learnt that if I want him to actually rest I have to cuddle with him which honestly is a huge bonus because generally we are so busy we don't get to cuddle that much. 

After just laying on the sofa for a good few hours the door bell rang which I knew would be Fabio's friends so got up and answered it while grabbing the keys to the garage as I knew I'd need them. When I opened the door Fabio's friends were all there so I invited them in and took the van keys off them so that I could move it from where it was parked in the middle of the driveway. Usually I refuse to drive the van as I'm not that great at driving and it's so huge I know it will be hard to park but I managed to get it in the garage without too much difficulty which I was proud of. When I got back inside everyone was sat in the living room laughing and joking which made me smile as I love to have people over and to see them enjoying themselves. There wasn't really much room for me to sit down which I didn't mind as I'll happily sit on the floor but Fabio moved over on the sofa which left just enough room for me to squeeze in although I was practically sitting on him. I tried my best not to put any of my weight on him as not to cause anymore pain but it was pretty much impossible especially when he insisted on having me as close as possible. 

After a while I felt like I should be being a better host and offer everyone a drink which I did before squeezing out of my place on the sofa to go to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I realised that our spare glasses are on the top shelf of a cupboard which I can't reach as usually we only have enough people round to use then when Fabio is here and he can reach. Thinking about it I'm not sure why I ever let him put things on the top shelves as it means I can't reach any of it so if he's away and I want something I have to either find a stool or climb on the counters which is really annoying. Just as I was about to climb on the counter a hand reached up from behind me and grabbed the glasses for me. I was fully expecting it to be one of Fabio's friends but when I turned round Fabio was stood behind me with a smile on his face. 

"What are you doing you should be resting" I said 

"Well I knew you'd need help reaching the glasses so I thought I'd help" he explained 

"Well I understood that but you need to rest your foot I don't want you making it worse plus I can reach just fine" I said 

"First off thats a lie you can't reach at all plus I'm ok I promise" he replied 

There was no convincing him to go and sit back down so I just let him help me with the drinks and getting some biscuits for everyone because once he wants to do something there is no stopping him. I let him do what he wanted and just helped with bringing the drinks to the living room as there was no point arguing especially over something as little as this. Sometimes he drives me crazy but over time I've gotten more used to him so now these sorts of things don't bother me as much as I've learnt to let it go as otherwise I think I'd have gone insane by now. We went back to our original positions on the sofa and got back to talking, well I just sat and listened as Fabio started talking about training and technical things about riding which I don't know enough about to contribute anything useful. 

At some point the conversation shifted more to what they were doing today and how Fabio hurt himself in the first place which sounded painful so I can see how he got hurt. At times I wonder why he does all these things when he could do what he did today and not be as lucky and end up with an injury that sees him out of a few races. Although it doesn't make much sense to me I know all of the riders do it so I guess its just part of what they do and they consider the risk worth it for the benefits it gives them on the motogp bike. I zoned out a little bit while thinking about the training but I zoned back in when I heard my name being mentioned. 

"I'm very lucky that y/n is here because she takes care of me and stops me being stupid" Fabio said 

"I don't know how she copes with you you're a nightmare in the few hours we see you let alone pretty much 24/7" one of his friends said 

"Honestly I'm not sure but she's been great today she's been making me rest and doing things for me so that I don't have to go anywhere" he explained 

"Sounds to me like you're using this injury to your advantage" one friend joked 

"Yeah use the fact that she's worried about you to your advantage when she finds out your not that hurt it will all change" another joked 

I was about to laugh at what they were saying as I knew they were just joking around but Fabio's facial expression changed and he held onto my waist tighter which made me stop. His reaction made me think that I had read the situation wrong and that his friends weren't joking like I had originally thought. I wondered why his friends would say such things without it being a joke because I have met them a good few times and I thought we got on well but I guess there is always the chance that they were just being polite. 

"Hey don't say those things she has every right to be worried and I wouldn't dare take advantage of her plus she's smart enough to know if I'm actually hurt or not" Fabio ranted 

"Don't worry dude we were just joking we know you wouldn't do that" one said 

"And we love y/n so we definitely didn't mean that in a mean way" another added 

Fabio let go of his grip on me a little bit and I chuckled slightly because it was clear that he was just being protective over me which I think is really sweet. I like that Fabio is willing to stand up for me if he isn't happy with what someone has said because I'm not the type to create a scene to stand up for myself so I appreciate him doing it sometimes. Sometimes it can be a bit much but most of the time I appreciate his protectiveness. 

After a little while his friends left and the house went back to being quiet like it was before which was when Fabio moved to lay down on the sofa and pulled me on top of him to a position where he was happy. He played with my hair and I traced shapes on his side all while we were complete silence which to some may seem weird but for us its quite normal and its actually super relaxing. We laid there for ages before my stomach started to makes noises which was when I ordered dinner because I knew Fabio would appreciate it and I didn't want to cook plus its a weekend and if you can't have takeout on a weekend when can you. We enjoyed our takeout together before deciding to head to bed where we cuddled just like we were on the sofa the only difference was it was a lot more comfortable as we fit better in the bed than the sofa. For once Fabio fell asleep first so I spent a bit of time admiring his face before going to sleep myself.

[inkrabbit]

could you write about how if copia/ any of the papas and ghouls find out that you love something super nerdy? (like lord of the rings, Star Wars, that kind of thing) love your writing btw :)

Just using Papas 1-4 for this and in the more "hc" style. GN!Reader

Papa Emeritus I:

Honestly? He thinks it’s so cute

Will buy you anything that reminds him of you

But please remember that he’s also going to be using any obsession for this to his advantage

“Ah, girasole! Come, come! Look what I picked up for you on my outing!”

Do you know why he’s doing this? Because he’s a cunning old man that doesn’t want you seeing his latest plant purchase

So while you’re distracted with your new gift, his ghouls are in the background carrying the sad-looking plants inside

He does, however, love hearing you talk about whatever comes to mind

He’ll sit there, pruning his plants and asking you questions to indulge you

He doesn’t always pay attention whenever watching the movies with you, but he does remember your favorite parts and characters

Papa Emeritus II:

He has no idea what you’re talking about in the beginning

You’ll have to explain the plot before the cogs start turning

“I see. I believe I’ve heard of that before. It was never my style.”

He’ll have you sit in his lap whenever he has downtime and just let you ramble away

He asks questions here and there but, for the most part, he’s just content on listening to you

Don’t be offended if he ends up falling asleep on you. It’s not that you’re boring him. He just finds your voice very soothing

Occasionally your favorite will “coincidentally” come on TV whenever he’s swamped with work

He does it so you won’t miss him as much

He’ll also occasionally take breaks and stand right beside the couch, watching some of the movie with his arms crossed like one of those cliché dad poses

Papa Emeritus III:

Oh, he knows what you’re talking about. He’s gone to see it

Is it his style? No. Will he bully you for it? No.

He’ll let you talk about it, but he’s zoning out the whole time.

“I’m sorry, amore. So many things on my mind… it’s hard to keep everything in one place, you know?”

He does, however, buy you little trinkets to show that he does care. He might not be able to verbally support you, but actions are louder than words, right?

Also will have his ghouls discreetly hover around you (and maybe go through your phone) to see if you’ve put anything on your watchlist so he can buy it for you

Expect him to send you memes, too

He might not 100% get them, but he knows you will and that’s good enough for him

He will dress up as your favorite character only on Halloween, and that’s providing you two aren’t busy

Papa Emeritus IV/Copia:

Oh honey, why do you think he fell for you?

This poor boy shares your same interests and he’s so excited he gets to gush about everything to someone else

Sister Imperator would let him watch everything, but she was never interested in it herself. The ghouls didn’t care, either, and well… Copia’s lacking proper social skills for a reason

You two always set aside time to either rewatch your favorite movies and/or shows and neither of you will watch without the other

So be prepared for whenever he goes away on tour

Will complain at least once whenever in a call with you about how you guys are missing your little date night

Please reassure him. He genuinely feels bad and feels like it’s his fault you won’t indulge

Like Terzo, he’ll also send you memes. But this time, you can send your own back and you can both laugh

The second he gets home and gets everything put back, you two are having a marathon surrounded by snacks and fluffy blankets. Sister Imperator is even nice enough to let you two have your moment

[alexies101]

Fanfic idk

Tw: Homophobia

Art watched TV as Paul cooked in the kitchen. It was a sunny Thursday morning, not too hot but not too cold. He flipped through channels. Then he stopped. He saw the most beautiful man he ever saw talking about the latest product on the market.

His voice was like deep rich chocolate. His straight black hair shined in the light. He was tall and lean, and his piercing brown eyes seemed to be staring deep into the singer's soul. Art felt his face become hot, and a bulge began to rise.

He thought he got rid of this problem. He began to shake and tried to push it down. Shit, it's not working. Paul would be done cooking any minute. He can't see him like this.

Maybe if he goes to the bedroom, it'll be fine. He could try to get rid of it there. He stood up. The man's voice echoed in his ears. He collapsed, just itches from the door.

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Him and his big brother watched the TV. There was a special movie on tonight, one with sweaty and muscular cowboys saving the beautiful and helpless brunette from the bad guys. The eight year old Arthur liked all the action and drama. He could even picture himself as the main character in some scenes on his big horse and brown hat.

Towards the end, a very handsome man came on screen. It was the brunette's brother. He was frightened by how beautiful he was. His voice had a western accent. He began to blush when the man kissed a blonde woman. His brother saw.

"Aww, does little Artie like the pretty girl?" His brother, Jules, teased, not mockingly but not sweetly either.

"Yeah....but I also like the guy too...."

He felt his brother stare at him in horror. The older one turned off the TV and rushed them up to Art's room. He shut the door and locked it.

"You can't like the man, Arthur." His usually calm older brother's serious tone made Art very nervous.

"Why? Who said?"

"Society. I personally can give two shits but I don't know about mom and dad."

"But they'll still love m-"

"I'm not sure."

His parents not love him? That'll be the worst thing in the world.

"People like you," he pointed to Art's heart. "get beat up, mocked, even murdered. I don't want you getting hurt, so you can't tell anyone, not even mom and dad, ok?"

"....ok."

"Now, who do you like?"

"Girls, just girls."

"Good. Every time you feel all.... strange, I guess? You just remember what I said, got it?"

He looked down his feet. "Yeah."

That night, it was the first time he felt disgusted with himself. He could control it. He's sure of it. Nobody needs to know.

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When he was 15 or 16, he met a boy. He doesn't remember his name, just that he wore funny glasses. One day, the boy didn't come back to school. He later found out he was killed because someone saw him with his boyfriend.

When he was 16, he met another boy. He was so strong and gorgeous. He developed a crush of some sorts. He felt disgusted with himself, but he just couldn't help it. Once, he saw him with his girlfriend, redheaded and stunning. They kissed passionately in the hallway. Art couldn't help but stare, then run to the bathroom to cry. He knew he could never have him, but it sucked either way. But that wasn't upsetting him.

They both looked perfect. He shouldn't be looking at both, just the girl. He felt ashamed. He was so ashamed that he skipped two of his classes to go home. He wept until he fell asleep.

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By age 19, he had enough of this curse. Nobody knew, not even Paul. He found a solution, but he knew it would be the most painful thing he'll ever have to do. He sat in his room and took out two magazines. One full of naked women, which made him excited. That was fine.

Then he opened the other one. It was full of handsome men, especially Elvis pictures. He looked, it went up, and he punched it. Every time it went up, it was punished. He did it so long that his poor little buddy got red and bloody. He repeated it for two weeks. After that, it didn't raise again for men.

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Once at a concert, he saw a beautiful woman staring at him with goo-goo eyes as he and Paul sung. When the show was over. Paul noticed the lady.

He whispered in his ear, "You should go talk to her."

They both looked at her, and she waved at them. Paul shoved him to her and hid in the corner.

"Uh, hi." The tall musician spoke shyly.

Her voice sounded weird. Not bad, just weird. "Hi, sweets! I really loved your singing!"

She was so flamboyant, her voice was like a jazz song and she knew how to use her hands as she spoke loud enough for the people in the back of the room to hear. She had big black hair, a big long red dress, tall, perfect makeup, she was a walking shooting star. She was welcoming, Art's wall came down the more he talked to her.

Then she bent down to his ear and whispered, "I'm a man."

"W-wh-"

"I just like dressing up nice. Is that really a crime?"

"No. Can I tell you a secret?"

He whispered in her ear, and they held hands and promptly left together. Paul smirked as they walked out the door. They walked around for a bit, smoking and giggling. They kissed a lot.

"Where you get that dress? It looks really nice." He asked her as they walked around the dark New York streets together, having no idea where they were going or what to do.

"This old thing?" She fixed the ruffles on top. "I made it myself."

"You made that?! It looks so good!"

"Do you want one?"

Art nodded, then went silent. Maybe this will help him. If he dresses and acts like a girl, then it'll be ok for him to like men. She does it, and she looks great.

They went to her house. It was a small, warm, cozy house. She excused herself and changed out of her clothes and jewelry. The person that came out made Art's eyes go wide.

"You look so different!" The singer was blindsided by the gorgeous, short-haired, and even muscular man that walked past him.

"I know, you can call me a guy now." He took off his makeup in the bathroom.

Afterwards, he made Art stand still with his arms up to his sides. He got his measurements. He asked what he wanted the dress to look like. The other wasn't sure, so he gave him a magazine full of ladies wearing the latest fashion. He pointed to a model and said he wanted it exactly like that but black and white. It was a stripped dress.

Next, he did his makeup. It was the first time Art ever had makeup on his face. It felt weird. When it was finished, he looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful just like his mother, but he hated how he felt. It was drowning his skin. He took it off.

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He stayed with him for three days. During that time, he embraced the feminine feelings he hid away for so long. He painted his toenails, did his hair, dresses, skirts, he loved it all. He still felt like a guy, but why not have a little fun?

The dress was done, and he got changed. He was given black flats and white nail polish. The guy looked at him like he was a prize and took him to a mirror. Art blushed. He loved the way he looked. He felt like a beauty queen.

"You look so beautiful, Artie." He said as he put a pearl necklace around his neck.

He gave him gloves and bracelets. He then sprayed perfume on him. He smelled like flowers.

"I feel so pretty." He smiled at himself in the mirror.

He never saw himself like this. He felt overjoyed, as if there was a big butterfly in his heart happily flying around. He had to go. He hugged him, thanked him so many times, then put his dress and accessories in a big bag.

He walked the streets of Queens with his head up high. He was unstoppable but also hungry. He went to a corner store. As he was paying, the cashier saw his painted nails.

"Man, you're a faggot!"

Art froze. He heard that word before, but that was the first time he was ever called that. "Excuse me?"

"I said you're a faggot!" The cashier grabbed grabbed his hand to show his wife behind him. "Look, Barbara! A fag!"

Him and his wife laughed at him. The shame he carried with him at all times came right back to gave him a good kick in the ass. He rushed out and ran back home. Once he was there, he locked himself away and cried like a baby. Paul tried to get him to talk, but he was too distressed to even speak.

He felt like he was slapped back into reality. He couldn't be who he wanted to be. He couldn't be who he was. He hid the dress away. Nobody could know. Out of sight, out of mind.

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"Arthur! Art, c'mon! Wake up!"

Art woke up to Paul shaking him and putting water on his face. Paul sighed in relief and forced him to lay on the couch. He still felt a little dizzy when Paul was sitting on the ground next to him.

"Are you ok? What happened?"

He never heard Paul be so concerned for him. He fainted before. It was when him and the rest of gym class were forced to go outside on a melting May day. He felt lightheaded and Paul tried to get the teacher to let them go back inside. He fainted after they were told no and went home early once he woke up. He heard that Paul had a panic attack right before he woke up. But he played it cool. He pretended that he knew that Art would be just fine. He wasn't pretending now. He was showing genuine concern for him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Art's voice sounded tiny and shaky. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Paul, thinking he was about to tell him government secrets or some shit like that, spoke to him in a calm tone. "Yeah, you could tell me anything."

"I think I'm gay."

Paul's eyes looked like a dinner plate and his mouth hung open. That look made Art want to hide in the corner.

Once he picked his jaw off the fall, he asked, "Really? But you've always had girlfriends, you slept with girls before."

"I know, that's why I said I think." He took a deep breath. "I like girls too."

"Do you like one more than the other?"

"No, not really."

Paul started thinking back. The signs were always there, it was so obvious! He always looked at both genders when a kiss scene came on. He always avoided the people who didn't like gays. Ugh, why didn't he see it before?

"Do you like....me?"

"Ew." They both laughed.

"Still, is there even a name for it?"

"I don't know, but you don't have to have a label." Once in a blue moon, Paul gets sentimental and cheesy. This was one of those times. "As long as you're my best friend, I don't care who you like."

Art smiled and hugged him. "Thank you." Then he giggled. "I have another secret."

"What?"

"Remember that girl from a few weeks ago? She made me a dress." He felt happy to tell him, but a little frightened. What if that was too much for him?

"Really? Can I see?"

Art grinned at him and went to the bedroom to get in the dress. When he was changed, he got nervous again. Paul sounded interested. What if he laughs at him?

A knock on the door. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm coming out now."

He shyly opened the door. Paul gasped as he walked towards him. He touched his dress and looked down at his shoes.

"You look so beautiful, man."

Art blushed, "Really?"

"Wow." Paul never looked so happy. "How do you feel?"

"Really happy."

Paul touched his necklace. "I'm glad you're happy." Then he hugged him. "Don't be scared to tell me anything, ok? I'll never get mad at you for something you can't control."

The weight that's been holding him down was gone. He was going to be happy now. "Thanks, man."