#when I crawl into your ear late at night yeah you heard me right motherfucker sleep tight

[transfemmes]

Where's that post about the most normal Lemon Demon protagonist being the guy obsessed with model trains wishing he was small every night not so he could ride his model trains but so he could crawl into the ear of the guy who kicked him out of the train club

[thecoolersolver]

whatcha gonna do when im fuckin small like one inch tall

when i crawl into your ear late at night, yeah, you heard me right motherfucker, sleep tight

[blualt]

whatchu gonna do when im fucking small?

like, one inch tall

you wont see me coming at all

when i crawl into your ear late at night

yeah, you heard me right, motherfucker, sleep tight!

[briefcasejuice]

i lie here every night; i feel like if i focus and think of getting smaller, i'll gradually get smaller. and if i get small enough, my trains will seem much bigger... and i'll be the conductor, the tiniest conductor. oh! then what'chu gonna do? (what'chu gonna do— what'chu gonna do?) hm? (what'chu gonna do— what'chu gonna do?) then, what'cha gonna do? what'chu gonna do? (what'chu gonna do— what'chu gonna do?) what'chu gonna do, then, huh? what? what'chu gonna do? (what'chu gonna do— what'chu gonna do— what'chu gonna do?)

what?

what'chu gonna do when i'm fuckin' small, like, one inch tall? you won't see me comin' at all. when i crawl... into your ear late at night, yeah? you heard me right, motherfucker, sleep tight. and you think i'm just another... bad dream? but i'm a tiny little man in your blood stream! that's right, holding an artery shut! yeah, that's right, motherfucker, then what?

[sharkswithrocketlaunchers]

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

______

“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Taglist: @triplexdoublex @thisshitisfuckingdifficult @brightblaqkkheaven

Lace Up! ❌❌

[autismsubway-remade]

My basement (uh)

Gonna show you my beautiful basement

Where the concrete floor feels cool to the touch

I'll turn up the heat if it's too much

I'll turn on the lightbulb on the wire,

Turn on the dehumidifier

I'm serious when I flick this next switch

Look you in the eye, and I say, "Check this, "

My trains (uh)

My trains (uh)

I got small ones, tiny little trains

I come down here just to get away

My trains (uh)

My trains (uh)

It's like magic, magic trains

I wish these trains could take me away

In the club, the Model Railroad Club,

A motherfucker said shit about my trains

Might as well have took a shit on my brain

Cuz I went insane

I laid track on his ass with a styrofoam bat

But the president never did let me back after that

Shit, I said, "Fuck you,

Who the fuck needs a punk ass choo-choo crew anywho?"

My trains (uh)

My trains (uh)

I got small ones, tiny little trains.

I come down here just to get away

My trains (uh)

M-m-m-m-my trains (uh)

It's like magic, magic trains

I wish these trains could take me away

I lie here every night

I feel like if I focus

And think of getting smaller

I'll gradually get smaller

And if I get small enough

My trains will seem much bigger

And I'll be the conductor

The tiniest conductor

OH!

Then whatchu gonna do?

Then whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do then, huh?

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do when I'm fucking small

Like one inch tall

You won't see me coming at all

When I crawl into your ear late at night

Yeah, you heard me right motherfucker, sleep tight

And you think I'm just another bad dream

But I'm a tiny little man in your bloodstream

Little hands hold an artery shut

Yeah, that's right motherfucker, then what?

My trains

My trains

My trains (uh)

My trains (uh)

I got small ones, tiny little trains.

I come down here just to get away

My trains (uh)

My trains (uh)

They're like magic, magic trains

I wish these trains could take me away

My trains

(Chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains

(Chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains

(Chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains

[yourfavlemondemon]

WhatCHU gonna do when I’m fucking small! Like one inch tall! YOU won’t see me coming at all! When I crawl into YOUR ear late at night! Yeah, YOU heard me right motherfucker, sleep tight! And YOU think I’m just another bad dream! But I’m a tiny little man in YOUR bloodstream! Little hands holding an artery shut! Yeah, that’s right motherfucker, then what?

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Someone asked for Roman being married but Peter joins in smut so here I go.... I tried to make it more realistic. please tell me if I’m offensive or this is bad. I haven’t written very many bi relationships but want to do them justice

WARNING smut, language, over 18 please.

His presence was like a blizzard. Everyone in the room shrunk in on themselves, huddling, shivering. Roman Godfrey was met with fear, especially by his employees.

Their job security rested on his oscillating temper.

Only one sat, unhindered when Roman stormed into this particular engineering department.

"Peter!" He barked, and the sea of heads ducked into their cubicles.

Blue eyes rolled. "What?"

“Where are those reports?" His long legs and longer strides easily carried him to his senior engineer's desk.

A brown brow arched. "Which ones? The majority of them have been sent directly to you."

"Don't smart-mouth me," Roman snarled, and he slammed Peter’s laptop closed, barely missing his fingers. "I want those updated Project Blue reports."

That skeptical brow arched even higher. "You could've emailed me."

"A vehement email would not have had the same effect as my presence," he hissed, stomping his foot in frustration.

Peter's lip twitched, and he bit back a smirk. "Of course, of course."

Roman noticed, and the glower on his face grew darker. But the heat in his eyes was contradictory to the annoyance sitting on his lips, and Peter found himself shivering for an entirely different reason than the employees working under him. "I want them. As soon as possible."

"Ask and you shall receive," Peter replied. An audible gasp could be heard from their reluctant audience, peeking at the one employee that seemed not to fear their famously unpredictable boss. Their eyes stayed locked as Peter pulled his laptop closer to him and opened it pointedly.

Then Roman’s unbelievably green eyes were focused on Peters typing fingers.

When next Roman spoke, his voice was low, but just as harsh and twice as heated. "Will you be making it tonight?"

This time, Peter couldn't hold back his smirk. Romans eyes narrowed, but those pupils dilated until only a scant ring of jade green glared into Peters grinning gaze. "Oh is your wife throwing another party or is this just a meeting? Doesn’t matter I guess. It’s not As if I have a choice."

Roman leaned down, suit jacket straining against his broad shoulders. "You always have a choice. It's simply up to you to make the best one."

"I'm not known for making the best decisions, and neither are you from time to ...”Peter said, and he cleared his throat, cutting off wherever that statement was going, when he realized his voice husked in a rather work-inappropriate manner.

"You didn't make senior engineer right out of university because I doubt your abilities," Roman said.

"That's high praise from you, Mr. Godfrey."

"Yet not the highest you've heard." A smirk, brief, graced Romans lips. The fleeting sight made Peters heart pound harder in his chest. "Not from me, at least."

“That's true."

Roman suddenly straightened, face falling into that bitter glower once again. "I expect to see you later this evening."

"Of course, Mr. Godfrey."

It was true; Roman had hired him right out of college. Well, maybe not true, because Peter had, in fact, been around in some capacity since they’d met senior year. They had their ups and downs. Couple fights over women of all things, before they’d finally figured out what their issue was...

"Harder," Roman mewled, and Peter thought heatedly about how none of those employees, shivering with fear, had heard Roman Godfrey quite like he had. Those long, slender hands gripped and tugged at the disheveled sheets and scrambled to the thumping headboard.

Peter complied, hunched over the other man, feverishly kissing at the broad shoulders he found himself constantly admiring.

Was it the long meetings?

Roman's head whipped back against Peter's shoulder, and Peters whole body ached, but he dared not slow down, not when each well-placed thrust made Roman moan so loudly, so wantonly.

"Oh god ," he cried, deep voice cracking, and Peter fisted his fingers in that thick hair, and he yanked Roman in for a heated kiss. Tongues twisting and hot breaths mixing and lips mouthing.

The late nights poring over blueprints together?

"Yeah, take it," Peter growled into Roman’s mouth. " Take it , just like that." They pushed their foreheads together, sweat-matted hair tangling. "Just like that, you sexy motherfucker ."

Roman arched back into him, pushed into the thrusts. His jaw dropped lower, lower. "Fuck, fuck, fuck , f-fuck!"

"Touch yourself," he snarled against Roman’s ear.

The tense bickering that dissolved into easy banter?

Roman collapsed forward, unable to hold himself up on one shaking arm. Petern's hand tightened in that sweaty, thick hair, and he yanked him back up, much to Roman’s delight.

Spine bowed tight, hand working himself into a frenzy, gasping too heavily to make any other sound. Roman was a mess and they were both loving every minute of it.

"C'mon, c'mon," Peter goaded, teeth clenched hard, so hard his jaw would later ache, as he staved himself off just long enough for--

A long moan, Roman’s body trembling and bucking uncontrollably before he melted beneath Peter’s hands.

Peter pinned him down, hips fluttering and head whipping back as he burst seconds later.

Maybe it was all of it and more.

Hot, panting breaths filled the room, along with the occasional grunt when one spasmed with an aftershock. The air smelled like sex and masculinity, and it was nearly enough to push Peter for another round.

Nearly.

They collapsed to the side, and Peter gingerly disengaged from the hold of the other man's body.

He rolled onto his back, basked in the feeling of sweat on his skin cooling and evaporating.

"God damn ," Roman grunted. He stretched a moment, trembling all the while.

Peter hummed in agreement.

He never thought he'd be the person to sleep with his boss. Ever.

And especially not when said boss was Roman Godfrey for fucksake.

"So, Mr. Godfrey," Peter said, rolling onto his side, head propped on his fist, held up by his elbow. "What's my performance for this quarter?"

Roman chuckled breathlessly, shifting onto his back and holding his hand up, forefinger and thumb touching. "Proficient in all categories." His hand fell heavily back to the bed.

And he especially didn't expect Roman Godfrey to take his cock like it was an art form.

Peter laughed. "I expected some more qualitative commentary," he trailed a strong hand along Roman’s pale side, "but I suppose I'll settle for 'proficient.'"

Roman leaned in, swollen lips tracing Peter’s collarbone. "Oh?" Peter could feel those lips twist into a smirk. "Well, you're a hard worker." They both chuckled a moment at the innuendo. "You're fast…" he kissed up tendons on Peter’s neck. "Efficient." He breathed hotly into His ear. "You definitely know how to put me through my paces."

Peter turned his head just lightly, until his nose was brushing Roman’s ear. "Well, what am I supposed to do, when you're so demanding in return?"

Roman only smirked, shifted for a kiss.

Peter met him eagerly, and the two fell back into the sheets, limbs tangling.

"Oh," Roman sighed when Peter continued to touch all the right places, "You also have amazing mental…" he bucked up, a challenging snarl on his lips. "... And physical endurance."

“What about your wife? Doesn’t she want her man back?”

Roman’s eyes went wide and he shot up into a sitting position. “Shit she’s in our room, waiting on us!”

“Us?”

Roman turned and gazed down into Peter’s eyes as he gently stroked his hardening member. “She wants to see who’s better at sucking you off. You know how competitive she is.”

“How do you always find these girls?”

Roman’s eyes sparkled as he flashed one of his heart shattering genuine smiles and just shrugged his shoulders.

Peter sat up and crawled off the bed as Roman followed. As he made his way up the stairs to fuck Another woman with Roman, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything he wouldn’t do for Roman Godfrey.

Shaking his head, he pushed the door to their room open and focused on the beauty laid out on the bed like a feline. He didn’t feel like thinking.

[wherevermyway]

can’t wait for you (to shut me up) // binsung // oneshot // 18+

pairing: seo changbin x han jisung rating: explicit! 18+ warnings/tags: smut, food kink, roommates, spicy (literally), dacryphilia, don’t try this at home, explicit sexual content  word count: 5,475 also on AO3

originally posted: 14 december 2020

Han Jisung doesn’t turn down a dare. Ever. His roommate and occasional fuckbuddy, Seo Changbin, however, makes Jisung regret being so cocky and arrogant after he gets his hands on some capsaicin extract.

Alternatively: fuck bruh moments, Jisung has an Icarus moment.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are  interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do  not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of  the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable,  please stop reading now.

Saturday nights always proved to be bizarre. Jisung’s friend and roommate, Changbin, was quiet and reserved six out of seven days of the week, only completely opening up as he got drunk and played some stupid multiplayer game every Saturday evening. As the night went on and Changbin’s friends logged off, the two of them would usually split a twelve pack of cheap beer together, take a break from their class projects, and do stupid things that usually involved drunken dares.

Jisung was never one to turn down a dare. He had an arrogant nature that would likely prove to be a fatal flaw one day. “You’re gonna regret that,” Changbin would tut, shaking his head after Jisung would accept a dare without hearing it out. Usually, it was something stupid or mindless, like licking honey off of Changbin’s foot, or walking through the library with a vibrating butt plug for as long as the upperclassman deemed necessary.

They weren’t dating — at least, not officially; this was something they constantly stressed with each other and their friends. Their relationship was just an eclectic, liberal interpretation on the boundaries of friendship. Friends could fuck each other after all, right? Honestly, the sex was too good between them to really bother with dating other people, but they did agree that they weren’t exclusive, even if it had been a year and a half of the same strange dynamic.

“You stupid motherfucker!” Jisung could hear Changbin shouting at the television all the way down the dorm hallway. The anthropology student was generally mellow and calm, until he had a couple beers in his system and joined a gaming session with his friend Chan.

The younger blond shook his head with a smirk as he ripped his lanyard out of his pocket, shuffling around to get the correct key to their dorm in between his fingers. The four single-serve shots Jisung snuck into the library for his study session were having an effect on his ability to smoothly rifle through the keys, but not enough to actually affect his cognition. Jisung slid the key into the lock and turned it.

When he opened the door, he expected to see Changbin, but he didn’t expect to see him in a loose, torn tank top and basketball shorts, especially not in the dead of winter. Toronto was cold, even indoors, and Changbin was sometimes nothing short of a madman. The older man was too busy yelling banter into his headset to notice Jisung standing in the doorway with his eyebrows comically raised and his jaw hanging open a bit.

Jisung tried to regain his composure before Changbin realized that his roommate was home, but, as he brought his bottle of beer up to his lips, the older man turned his head slightly, and they made eye contact. A bit of lager splashed up against Changbin’s face; he recoiled and quickly wiped his chin off. Jisung darted his eyes away, nearly forgetting to remove his key from the lock as he shut the door behind him and awkwardly mumbled some sort of greeting.

There was tinny chatter coming from Changbin’s headset, knocked slightly askew, and the older man scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolled his eyes and offered a polite wave with his fingers as he stared at the television, mashing some buttons on the controller in his hand. He set the near-empty bottle down on the table and raised his voice a bit. “If these motherfuckers would stop spawning missile launchers and aiming them solely at me, maybe I’d be able to help better.”

Jisung set his bag down on the kitchenette countertop, then opened the fridge and grabbed two beers from the door. He scanned the contents of the fridge, hoping that there was still leftovers from a couple nights prior. However, his face fell to a slight frown as nothing but a half-empty carton of whole milk and seven bottles of beer stared back at him. It was late, and Changbin probably figured Jisung would eat while he was out.

He wasn’t incorrect, but Jisung really looked forward to stealing one of the cold slices of leftover pizza when he got home; it always went well with the Molson Changbin would get for the weekend after class on Fridays. It was a mediocre beer at best, but it was good for mindless drinking. “Bummer,” Jisung muttered under his breath, grabbing a couple of the bottles from the shelf. He closed the door to the fridge and took the magnetic bottle opener off of the door. He popped the caps off of the beer bottles, leaving the bent metal on the countertop as he made his way over to the cheap, scratchy couch, languidly flopping down next to Changbin, putting an amber bottle down on the table next to his other beer bottle.

The older man grunted as thanks, focusing on the enemy in his sights on the screen, his tongue between his teeth and eyes squinting in concentration. This week’s gaming session with Chan featured Grand Theft Auto V, Jisung recognized the map. Changbin had mentioned something about a double XP event, and that he and Chan were trying to get their crew’s ranking higher up the list. It was all some inane bullshit that went in one ear and out the other to Jisung, but he enjoyed listening to it, regardless, since Changbin’s face would light up as he passionately explained just how renowned their crew had gotten.

This also meant that Jisung could get away with being a little handsy with Changbin, especially since he started drinking a little sooner than normal for a Saturday night. He took a long swig from his beer, then set the bottle down on the table, scooting closer to the older man. Changbin didn’t notice, still leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. Jisung crawled his fingertips up Changbin’s thigh, causing the upperclassman to involuntarily flex for a moment, his head twitching to the side but unable to break his gaze away from his match.

Jisung’s fingers kept creeping closer and closer to the inside of Changbin’s thighs, which parted further and further away with each little movement. After Jisung’s fingers landed over the stretched fabric above Changbin’s pelvis, the older man lifted his arm and leaned back a bit. He nodded once, silently granting Jisung permission to continue. The younger man bit his lip in excitement as he slipped down to the floor on his knees.

There were a lot of nice, strange little oddities about their relationship that Jisung loved. About a year ago, when things started to shift from stupid drinking dares to more sexually explicit dares, Changbin had drunkenly dared Jisung to suck him off while he was on voice chat, gaming with Chan and a couple of his friends. “Don’t look away from my face,” he had demanded with a bit of an ironic quiver to his voice. “I wanna look down and see you staring up at me.”

“That sounds like fun,” Jisung giggled as he accepted the dare. “You sure you can stay quiet enough for your friend to not notice, though?”

Changbin flushed, looking away from Jisung as he gritted his teeth. “You don’t hear me in my room late at night; Chan won’t hear anything. Besides,” he rolled his eyes and sighed, “Chan’s heard me get off over voice before, and he doesn’t care; actually probably finds it hot, knowing him. Wouldn’t shock him, really.”

It still wouldn’t shock him a year later, but now he’d give Changbin shit for roping his roommate into it, instead of just handling it himself. None of their friends knew that they were more than roommates, but Jisung’s friend Felix had suspected something was happening when Jisung agreed to be roommates with Changbin again for his junior year of university. Likewise, Chan had made some choice quips about how Changbin should have moved out and gotten a real apartment, not an apartment-style dorm that was ultimately owned by the university.

For this odd dynamic, some things were worth sacrificing.

Jisung worked in a calculated fashion as he offered small licks and nibbles up and down Changbin’s cock. The main objective wasn’t to get him off, just riled up enough to cause a bit of tension. Changbin slowly started to become more and more disheveled the longer Jisung teased him, the final nail in the coffin was when Jisung kept tonguing at his frenulum with progressively lighter and lighter licks.

“I’m done, man,” Changbin growled into his mic, grabbing Jisung by the hair and roughly pulling him back. There was a pause as they stared at each other, the younger man smiling and showing off his teeth with a wide, proud grin. “It’ll be fine, dude,” Changbin continued with a hint of a whine, pressing a couple of buttons on his controller. “We can deal with it tomorrow. I’ve got more important things to deal with.” The older man motioned for Jisung to get up and rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Chan. You’re just jealous. Night.”

Changbin practically tossed the controller across the room after he turned his system off. “You’re trouble, distracting me like that when you knew it was a big weekend for Chan and me,” he tsked, standing up and tucking his dick back into his shorts. “I hope you’re ready for a hell of a dare.” He padded off to the kitchen and Jisung smacked his hands against the coffee table to a loose rhythm.

“I’ll take whatever you throw at me,” the blond smirked. “Favourite part about the weekend.”

The elder shook his head. “You’re not going to think that after tonight.”

Jisung watched Changbin rifle through the cupboards of the kitchen and he tucked his head into his hands. “Come on,” he drawled out with a whine, “all of the stuff you’ve dared me to do has been mild and pretty boring so far. Unless you’re gonna have me walk around naked, blindfolded, and in high heels with nipple clamps down the hallway, I don’t think you can really shock me at this point.”

Changbin paused. The mental image of Jisung’s words must have danced around in his thoughts, because he was frozen for at least half of a minute, letting out a stifled shudder as he turned around. “Not quite that, but it won’t be mild, to say the least.”

“So get on with it. What’s the dare you’ve got in store, Binbin?”

“The first part is simple,” Changbin smirked and leaned back up against the counter, folding his arms. “Let me suck you off.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, and Changbin already knew this was going to end up poorly. “Hell yeah!” The blond shimmied his shoulders and nodded his head. “I’m already down for whatever you’ve got in store.”

A simple shake of the head is all that Changbin offered in response. He untucked his right hand, showing off a tiny vial with a small, viscous liquid inside of it. “You didn’t even hear the whole dare.”

“When have I ever said no to your dares?” Jisung had a point: a year of dares every Saturday, and he never once declined. It was stupid, though, because he never heard the entire thing through. Changbin would bait him with a good idea, then throw in the crazy idea afterwards. It had always worked out, but tonight’s dare could easily go sour very quickly.

“This isn’t like the others,” Changbin’s smile faded and he shook the bottle between his fingertips. “I know you get really eager over these dares, but this one is gonna hurt. It’s high time you learned to stop being so overzealous, Sungie.”

Jisung scoffed and rolled his eyes, slapping his hands down on the table. “Whatever, whatever, man. What’s the last half of the dare?”

Changbin gritted his teeth and pulled his lips into a straight line. “This isn’t something you can really say ‘no’ to after you actually ingest it.”

“Drugs?”

“I mean, technically? It’s a chemical.”

A confused frown grew on Jisung’s face. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You wonder why I’ve been ordering spicy takeout all week?” He sets the vial down behind him and tucks his hands into the pockets of his shorts. Jisung shrugs his shoulders and makes a noncommittal grunt in response. “I’ve been gauging your tolerance level to see if you could handle an intense dare.”

Jisung rolled his eyes again. “Spice challenges are boring, dude,” he pouted as he looked at Changbin. “We killed that one at Roma’s last week—”

“Twelve million scoville units.” Changbin cuts off the excited junior. Jisung quickly loses the arrogance in his demeanour and sinks into himself a bit as his eyes grow wide. “Yeah, I thought so. Don’t worry, it’d only be two drops from this vial. You consume two drops of this hellfire oil, and I’ll distract you by sucking you off. Still interested?”

There’s a long, uncomfortable pause that hangs in the air as Jisung weighs his options.

Changbin curses something unintelligible under his breath. “I’ve got other, less potent ideas,” he offers, biting his lip as he watches Jisung think.

“Sure, I’ll still do it,” the younger man says with a shrug, like it didn’t really matter to him at all.

“Sungie,” Changbin brings his knuckles to his forehead, shaking his head as he sighs with disappointment, yet still smirks to himself. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Jisung stared at the plate in front of him, with two neon red spicy cheetos set in the middle, one on top of the other. It almost looked like a photo he had seen in one of his art history books, so captivating by its simplicity. He had eaten these MSG-laden salt bombs several times. Adding a couple drops of oil infused with the epitome of lava would be fine, right? Temporary discomfort. Temporary.

“Sungie,” Changbin grabbed Jisung’s shoulder, softly shaking him. “Did you hear what I just said?”

The blond shook his head. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“This is a really stupid idea,” the older man sighed, “like, I really don’t think we should do this.”

Jisung knitted his brows together and scoffed. “I’m not turning this down. We’re doing this, dude.”

There was an irritated groan that came from Changbin as he gritted his teeth and tucked his head into his hand. He stared at Jisung and frowned. “I’m going to regret challenging you to do this more than you’re going to regret accepting this dare, I just know it.”

“That’s on you,” the younger man arrogantly quipped, running a hand through his hair with fake confidence. He grabbed the bottle of beer that was next to the small plate and chugged the last of it, slamming it down on to the table. “Anything to get you to get me off.”

“You know, you can just ask me.”

“Yeah, but dude, where’s the fun in that? That’s so… domestic, like actual couples do that.” Jisung rolled his eyes and smirked. “Anyway, let’s get this over with. Hey, we could film it and go viral or some shit, too, that could be fun.” Changbin deadpanned and scowled, causing Jisung to wave a hand nervously. “It was a joke, man.”

The older man shook his head and grabbed the tiny glass vial, staring into the oil as it lazily sank down the sides of the bottle. He continued to scowl, squeezing the dropper and unscrewing the lid from the glass. “You don’t have to do this,” he repeated, yet still brought the dropper over the red snacks.

“Shut up,” Jisung folded his arms and sighed. “If you really didn’t want to do this, you wouldn’t be going through with it. Just admit you wanna watch me sweat and cry and suffer and call it a day. You’re such a sadist.”

A flush crept up on Changbin’s face. He said nothing, just shook his head and dropped a single, quick drop of oil on each nuclear red corn puff. As he hovered his hand over the plate, Changbin nervously looked up at Jisung and opened his mouth to say something.

“Nope,” Jisung grumbled, shaking his head. “I’m not backing out of this, so don’t say anything.”

The older man rolled his eyes, then screwed the cap back on to the vial. “Fine,” he muttered, standing up and making his way into the kitchen. “Then I’ll just tell you that, again, you’re an idiot for accepting this.”

“You’re an idiot for suggesting this!” Jisung shouted and let his jaw hang agape for a moment, hands thrown up in the air in disbelief.

Changbin spun around on his heel and pointed a finger in Jisung’s direction. “You need to stop accepting dumb things without hearing the whole thing first!”

Jisung pouted and dropped his hands, recoiling a bit. “I only accept these things from you because I trust you, Binbin.”

The way Jisung’s voice went from an irritated shout to a soft whine caused Changbin to visibly wince. “Sungie,” he started, bringing his palm to his face with a heavy sigh. “That was harsh of me, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I guess,” the blond mumbled. “Just grab the stupid milk and get back over here. The whole point of this was so you’d suck my dick and distract me anyways.”

Changbin did as requested, but the air in the room was different now. He set the carton of milk down on the table and tugged his tank top down, playing with the hem of his shirt as he sat down on the couch. “You gonna be okay?”

Jisung took in a deep breath, looking away from the plate in front of him, turning his head to look at Changbin. They stared at each other for a moment, and then nervousness behind the blond’s eyes faded as he arrogantly smirked. “I’ll feel a lot better once you’re between my legs and doing your best to distract me.”

The older man couldn’t help but deadpan again, rubbing his temples with his middle finger and thumb. “You’re something else, Jisung,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, but you like that about me.”

“It’s true,” Changbin shrugged, dropping his hand to his lap. “You ready?”

Jisung turned to look at the plate and he nodded once. “This is a dumb idea, but fuck it.” He reached his hand out to the hellish crisps, fingers twitching a bit as he grabbed both of them off of the plate. He turned to look at Changbin, whose eyes were wide as he swallowed with anticipation.

“You sure about this?”

“Shut up, Changbin.” Jisung rolled his eyes, then shakily put the food into his mouth.

He chewed for a couple of seconds, nothing really happening. Maybe the oil that Changbin got from his friend Hyunjin was a dud. Then, he swallowed and everything started to fall apart. Rapidly.

Jisung’s eyes went wide as he coughed and shook his head a second later. “Oh my god!” He panicked, hands flailing and fanning his head as his face reddened. “Jesus fucking Christ, that’s—” he choked on his own saliva, coughing up a fit. Changbin’s face contorted in reactionary terror, reaching out to the carton of milk, offering it to Jisung as the younger man shook.

“This was a horrible idea, why the fuck did you go along with this?”

Jisung ignored Changbin’s comment, practically drowning himself in milk as he choked down the liquid, trying to swallow it and breathe at the same time. “Hot,” garbled up from his throat, some of the white liquid sputtered up into the air as he spoke, some dribbling down his chin. “Changbin,” Jisung whined, his eyes teary, glistening as much as his face was as it started to sweat, some visibly beaded up on his forehead. “Distract me,” he managed to pant out between gasps, wiping his face off with one hand and motioning towards his lap with the other.

“You’re a madman,” Changbin licked his lips, biting at the inside of his cheek as he watched Jisung unravel into a sweaty, teary mess. If Jisung could focus on anything other than the stinging, stabbing pain in his mouth, he would have noticed that Changbin was enjoying this a bit too much. Instead, he wanted to rip his tongue out of his mouth and forget he ever existed.

He decided, right then and there, that he was never going to take on a dare like this again.

Changbin stumbled to the floor, too busy watching Jisung writhe and sweat to pay close attention to undoing the button and zipper to the younger man’s jeans. The blond leaned back into the couch, chest rapidly rising and falling as he panted and whined, letting out strings of profanity as he suffered. Sweat, tears, and saliva dripped down his face, making Jisung’s face shimmer in the bluish white light of their dorm.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jisung loudly whined, shakily reaching a hand up Changbin’s head, curling his clammy fingers in his hair, “distract me, come on.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Changbin apologized, tilting his head down to focus on getting Jisung’s cock to spring free from the confines of his jeans and boxers. Surprisingly, it was already half-hard, causing Changbin to lift one of his eyebrows and offer a quip. “Excited over this, huh?”

Jisung groaned, rolling his head back and pushing Changbin’s head down. “Not distracting me,” a long, drawn out whine interrupted his sentence, “like you promised.”

Changbin chose not to say anything, instead he dug his elbows into the couch as he worked Jisung’s cock into his mouth. He gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the base, eliciting a small squeal from the younger man, who twitched and whimpered in response.

“More, please.” Jisung rolled his shoulder blades up against the back of the couch, furrowing his brows and wiping his forehead haphazardly with his free hand. “Wanna fuck your mouth, wanna come all over that pretty face of yours.”

The older man curled his lips in a devious smile. “I just said I’d suck you off,” he pulled back a bit, looking up at Jisung with a bit of snark, “not that I’d get you off.” Changbin flashed his teeth with an evil grin, until Jisung lifted his head and wildly stared down at him.

“If I didn’t feel like my face was about to fucking melt off,” Jisung hissed through his teeth, trying to stay relatively composed, “I swear to god I—” Changbin firmly gripped the base of Jisung’s cock and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking at it hard enough to cause the blond to stutter over his words. “Distracted, yeah,” he weakly moaned out, letting his head lull back.

There was an audible pop as Changbin pulled his lips off of Jisung’s head. “Distraction and sucking your dick was what the deal was.” He continued to grin, letting his hand continue to work Jisung’s shaft as he watched the younger man’s face contort in reaction. “Maybe once everything’s settled and you stop crying over a little pain, I’ll give you what you really want.”

Tears continued to stream down Jisung’s face no matter how much he tried to mop them up with the back of his hands. There was a fair amount of runny mucous dripping from his nose, too, rendering him into a sloppy, sticky mess.

Admittedly, it was a bit gross, but Changbin found it more disturbing that seeing his junior fall apart made him painfully hard. The way his tears shined on his pink cheeks, the way he whimpered and mewled in discomfort, all of it was strangely arousing to him. “Maybe we should shower first,” Changbin laughed to himself as he moved back down and wrapped his lips around Jisung’s cock.

“Maybe you should,” Jisung panted heavily, looking down to the older man, gasping as he spoke, “should go fuck yourself.”

Changbin looked up at the underclassman and flipped him off with a free hand. He hummed a laugh, the vibrations causing Jisung’s eyes to cross. The younger man threw his head back and rolled his hips up into Changbin’s face, causing the upperclassman to choke a bit, not expecting to feel Jisung’s cock hit the back of his throat.

Jisung pulled his shirt up and off as Changbin continued to bob his head up and down, circling his tongue around the length in his mouth. “Fuck,” the younger man whimpered, hastily wiping his face with his shirt as if it were a kitchen towel. He continued to let out a few strangled curses as he ran a hand through his hair.

Changbin offered a few more tongue flicks against Jisung’s cock before pulling away and standing up. “Come on,” he offered a hand to the perplexed man on the couch, “as much as I’m loving this, I really just wanna get fucked by you.”

After some extensive handwashing and some half-assed showering, Changbin found himself bent in half over his bed, with two of Jisung’s fingers inside of him. “I should just fucking edge you,” the younger man quipped with a smirk on his face, watching his elder twitch his fingers against the bedsheets, awkwardly scrambling for purchase.

“Please,” Changbin whined, “I gave you what you wanted, Sungie.”

“Yeah, you did.” Jisung slipped a third finger inside, biting his lip back as the upperclassman writhed and moaned underneath him. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t wanna see you suffer a bit as payback.”

Changbin gritted his teeth, turning his head back a bit to stare up at Jisung. “Fuck you, I told you what you were getting into. Hell, I warned you several times.”

“You had your fun,” Jisung bent over and nipped at Changbin’s shoulder. The teeth sinking into his skin caused the older man to let out a bit of a moan. “My turn, now.” He curled his fingers down, causing Changbin to drop further, letting his head collide against the mattress as he mumbled incoherently in approval.

“Yeah, I like that. You should keep your mouth shut more often, huh?” Jisung rocked his fingers back and forth a bit, then gradually started pumping them in and out of the man beneath him. “I bet you probably loved watching me cry out there, didn’t you?”

Changbin attempted to choke out an affirmation, but he was too lost in the feeling of how Jisung’s fingers moved inside of him to coherently respond.

“Figures,” Jisung tutted. “You’ve always been a weird one. I’m feeling impatient tonight, Binbin. While I’m annoyed you enjoyed making me cry, I’m tired of being hard.” He pulled his fingers out, then brought his hand to his cock, wiping some of the lube around it. Changbin opened his mouth to speak, but Jisung cut him off, slowly pushing his cock inside of the older man.

Instead of spouting off of a bold comment, Changbin lets out a throaty groan, gripping the sheets tighter. Jisung slowly pushes himself completely inside the upperclassman, a smirk growing on his face as he watches the man under him twitch. “You feel nice,” Jisung breathes out, moving his hands to both of Changbin’s hips, “you feel so nice. Want me to keep moving?”

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Changbin simply nods, and Jisung smiles. The younger man grips the hips in his hands tighter as he slowly moves in and out. The men exchange a myriad of lewd noises between them as they blend together.

“Jisung,” Changbin arched his back, tilting his head closer to the younger man. He didn’t have to respond for Jisung to know what he wanted.

The younger man shifted his hand from Changbin’s left hip up into his hair, running his fingers through the soft, damp, brown locks. It started off as a soft tug, then he quickly drew his hand into a fist and pulled back, eliciting a sharp cry from the older man.

This was Jisung’s favourite part of their interactions. Changbin liked to be pushed around a little bit after Jisung completed his dares. “Who’s gonna cry now, hmm?” He ruffled his senior’s hair around a bit, then tugged on it again as he thrusted in hard, stilling his movements. “Asked you a question, babe.”

“You can’t make me cry,” Changbin said, choking back tears. It was a bold-faced lie, they both knew that, but it fed into the moment.

“That a dare?” Jisung scoffed, then tugged at Changbin’s hair once more.

A whine escaped Changbin, eating away at his confidence. “Of course it’s a goddamned dare.”

“It’s always a dare.” As soon as Jisung finished speaking, he started roughly fucking into Changbin. The brunette tried to dip his head down and lose himself in the moment, but the blond held his head up by the hair gripped between his fingers. “I’m not gonna stop until I see you break, babe.”

“You’re gonna,” Changbin mumbled, “gonna have to try harder than that.” He tried to sound confident, but it was obviously false confidence. A few tears fell from his eyes, causing Jisung’s lips to curl upwards.

“Aww,” the underclassman mocked, “you’re doing a terrible job at faking it.”

Jisung let go of Changbin’s hair, letting the brunette’s head drop, then moved his newly-freed hand down to stroke he upperclassman’s cock. His stroking was a bit frantic, his thrusts becoming less and less controlled. “Want me to come on your back like always?” His voice cracked a couple of times as he kept moving.

Surprisingly, Changbin shook his head. “N-no,” he whined, “inside. Come inside me.”

“Really?” Jisung knitted his brows in confusion. That was something they had never done before, and the idea made his stomach flip. “If you’re being serious, I need to know, Bin.” He panted once before Changbin nodded his head.

“Just fucking come inside of me,” the brunette whined, “I’m so close and it’ll—”

Before Changbin could finish his statement, Jisung doubled over and let out a shuddering moan. He kept pumping the cock in his hand, but his movements were disjointed. Changbin shakily reached between his legs, wrapping his hand around Jisung’s, helping the younger man finish him off.

It took maybe two strokes before Changbin came on to his sheets. They would have to clean the sheets later, but that was fine. Hell, they could just sleep in Jisung’s bed, if they were really that out of it. Feeling the sticky, sweaty weight of Jisung atop him was worth it. They awkwardly laid there for a few moments, catching their breath.

“Hey, Jisung?”

“What is it, Bin?”

“No more fucking dares. At least,” Changbin sighed and rolled his eyes, “think them through before accepting them first, yeah?”

Jisung smiled, planting a kiss between Changbin’s shoulder blades. “I’ll consider it. No guarantees, though.”

“You just want me to keep fucking you after you complete a dare, don’t you?”

“Technically,” the younger man shrugged as he shakily rose to his knees, “I fucked you this time. But yeah, I want you to keep doing that. I wanna keep this up.”

“You’re so fucking dumb.” Changbin pushed himself up by his palms, his arms trembling a bit from all of the activity.

Jisung looked down at Changbin before pulling the older man back by the shoulders. “Yeah, but you like that about me.” Changbin opened his mouth to protest, but found his lips locked with the younger man. The energy between them as they kissed was different than their usual kisses. This was needier, more intimate and felt special compared to the others.

The older man broke away from the kiss first, for just a moment, looking down, then back up to make eye contact with the younger man. “I don’t want you to date anyone else.”

“What?” Jisung pulled back, blinking rapidly.

Changbin rolled his eyes, his expression softening. “You’re so dense, Sungie. We should be exclusive.”

Jisung shook his head. “No, no, I get that.” He smiled, awkwardly giggling at the same time. “I just never thought you’d be so cute about it.”

The brunette gritted his teeth and his expression fell into a scowl. “Don’t call me cute.”

“Fuck you,” Jisung laughed. “If you wanna actually date me, then get used to it.”

“You know what?” Changbin shifted his position a bit, letting Jisung’s cock fall out of him and cum drip down his legs as he turned. He grabbed the younger man by the shoulders and pinned him down to the bed. “Maybe I just will.”

They exchanged playful smirks with one another before they connected their lips together once more, kissing each other a bit more tenderly than they usually did.

“The boyfriend instead of the roommate,” Jisung quipped, bringing his hands up to Changbin’s face. “I like the sound of that.”

Changbin pushed a soft kiss to Jisung’s lips before pulling back with a smile. “Me too.”

[freddybully]

WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN I'M FUCKING SMALL LIKE ONE INCH TALL YOU WON'T SEE ME COMING AT ALL WHEN I CRAWL INTO YOUR EAR LATE AT NIGHT YEAH YOU HEARD ME RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER SLEEP TIGHT AND YOU'LL THINK I'M JUST ANOTHER BAD DREAM BUT I'M A TINY LITTLE MAN IN YOUR BLOOD STREAM LITTLE HANDS HOLDING AN ARTERY SHUT YEAH THAT'S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER THEN WHAT

[just-princematthew-thoughts]

My basement, uh.

Gonna show you my beautiful basement.

Where the concrete floor feels cool to the touch.

I'll turn up the heat if it's too much.

I'll turn on the lightbulb on the wire.

Turn on the dehumidifier.

I'm serious when I flick this next switch.

Look you in the eye, and I say, "Check this."

My trains, uh.

My trains, uh.

I got small ones. Tiny little trains.

I come down here just to get away.

My trains, uh.

My trains, uh.

It's like magic. Magic trains.

I wish these trains could take me away.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

In the club, the Model Railroad Club,

A motherfucker said shit about my trains.

Might as well have took a shit on my brain

Cuz I went insane.

I laid track on his ass with a styrofoam bat.

But the president never did let me back after that.

Shit, I said, "Fuck you.

Who the fuck needs a punk ass choo-choo crew anyhoo?"

My trains, uh.

My trains, uh.

I got small ones. Tiny little trains.

I come down here just to get away.

My trains, uh.

M-m-m-m-my trains, uh.

It's like magic. Magic trains.

I wish these trains could take me away.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

I lie here every night.

I feel like if I focus

and think of getting smaller

I'll gradually get smaller.

And if I get small enough

My trains will seem much bigger

and I'll be the conductor.

The tiniest conductor.

OH!

Then whatchu gonna do?

Then whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do then, huh?

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do when I'm fucking small

Like one inch tall

You won't see me coming at all

When I crawl into your ear late at night

Yeah, you heard me right motherfucker, sleep tight

And you think I'm just another bad dream

But I'm a tiny little man in your bloodstream

Little hands hold an artery shut

Yeah, that's right motherfucker, then what?

My trains.

My trains.

My trains, uh.

My trains, uh.

I got small ones. Tiny little trains.

I come down here just to get away.

My trains, uh.

My trains, uh.

They're like magic. Magic trains.

I wish these trains could take me away.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains.

(chugga chugga woo-woo)

My trains.

[reddieorrnot]

short soulmate au where richie is a little bitch :)

“So... I finally heard him last night.”

Eddie snapped his head up from his book and glanced over to Beverly. The redhead was perched on her bed, looking right back at him. It took him a second to realize what she meant, his eyes widening when he finally connected the dots. 

“Your soulmate?” He exclaimed, setting down the piece of fiction and crawling up to her bed to sit beside her body. She giggled at his excitement and gave him a small nod, her hair moving along with her head. “Well? How’d you do it?”

Everyone knew that when the time came, you could hear what your soulmate was hearing. It all came at its own moment though, if it was too early in one’s life or one of the soulmates weren’t ready yet, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything. But if it was the right time, communication could be done by talking out loud. The idea always excited Eddie, and it made him a tiny bit nervous at the same time. He, like most people, was a little anxious that their soulmate wouldn’t like them. Beverly always told him that was impossible because it would be his literal soulmate. He was also scared he would just never hear anything, that he just didn’t have a soulmate. 

Late at night every day, when he was positive his mother had fallen asleep, Eddie would lie in his bed looking up at the ceiling. He would close his eyes, and put all his focus on his hearing, listening to everything around him. He would try to find some sort of noise that sounded like it couldn’t be coming from his room, like some sort of cough or sneeze or anything. He would have taken anything at that point. And when he didn’t hear anything, Eddie would gently whisper into the night a small greeting, just in case his soulmate was too shy to speak first. He would do that daily and had done it for a while. But there was a consistent rate of failure. 

His personal disappointment, fortunately, did not cloud his happiness for Beverly, though. 

“Well, I just knew somehow when I started hearing him. Like even if there had been a highway next to me, which there wasn’t because I was just in my room, I would have heard even the quietest pin drop from his side.”

Eddie listened to her, lips parted in a tiny gasp, hanging onto her every word. Maybe it was because her words were so enchanting, or because she was so beautiful, but Eddie couldn’t tear his attention away no matter what. Beverly and he had been friends since sixth grade, now going onto 5 years as they started Junior year. Eddie would never understand why such a cool girl would ever want to be his friend. She wore the coolest clothes, listened to the coolest music. And Beverly even carried around gum and a small perfume for after she smoked, just for Eddie’s behalf. It was incredibly kind, and made Eddie feel like his opinion mattered. Beverly was one of the best things to ever happen to him. 

If I wasn’t gay, Eddie thought, I would wish for you to be my soulmate. 

“He was writing a poem, something about the seasons, and I guess I must have heard him proofreading it out loud. I was so freaked out, Eddie, you don’t understand,” By this point, Beverly had sat up and now was facing Eddie, clutching his hands on hers. “And then, I finally spoke. I was like, ‘Hello?’ and he immediately stopped talking. Probably from like... shock or something.”

“Then what?” 

“Then he replied, and he couldn’t believe he could hear me! He’s got the sweetest voice, I swear. We stayed up so late talking, just about ourselves and our lives. He actually doesn’t live too far...” Beverly’s gaze drifted from Eddie to out her window, it reminded Eddie of some cinematic moment, the way the light hit her eyes that you could see them twinkling. 

“Bev, what’s his name?”

She giggled again, “Oh gosh, I forgot to tell you that part, didn’t I? His name is Ben, Ben Hanscom.”

Eddie smiled and brought Beverly in for a hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I'm just not quite sure if he can always hear me, or if he just tries to? It’s all very peculiar.”

“You’ll figure it out, you always do.”

She pulled away from the hug and took Eddie’s hand within hers once more. “You’ll hear yours soon, Eddie. I know you will.”

“I hope.” 

- Three Months Later -

It was while he was sitting on his bed one afternoon, doodling on his AP Chemistry homework. Eddie’s day had been long, and excruciatingly boring. Mike, Beverly’s friend, had invited Eddie to go along with the two out to the town. Eddie had politely declined, even though it sounded fun, he’d much rather prefer simply relaxing at home. And that’s what he was doing, and he was, in fact, enjoying it very much.

Suddenly, Eddie heard the sound of a pencil dropping. The impacted surface sounded like wood, which didn’t make sense because Eddie’s room was carpeted, but he still leaned over the bed to check if one of his pens had rolled off. Seeing no indication of such, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back into his old position. 

A few minutes later, Eddie heard the sound of something falling on the ground once again. This time it did not mirror the previous sound, differing from the phantom pencil that must have dropped. It was more hushed, something lighter. Eddie immediately jumped from his bed and looked all over his floor, searching for what had grabbed his attention. That’s when he heard it. 

A soft whisper filled Eddie’s ears, “Oh, you motherfuck, just land in the can.”

Eddie nearly jumped, desperately looking around his room for some intruder. Perhaps he could have chalked it up hearing his mother pass by his thin room walls, but the voice was too different from hers, even in its quiet state. That revelation prompted Eddie to realize what was occurring. His soulmate. If he hadn’t been nervous beforehand, when he believed someone was in his room, he sure as hell was nervous now. He moved to the edge of his bed in a rather slow fashion, leg bouncing as he sat down. As quick as he could, Eddie then mustered up enough courage to speak into the quiet environment around him. 

“Hello?” 

There was no way Eddie could deny he heard a sharp inhale be taken right after he said that simple word. Something told him that his soulmate was most probably as nervous as he was now. Silence returned and Eddie was about to start convincing himself he was going crazy when a voice filled his ears once more. 

“Holy shit, I mean, hey?”

They were definitely a guy, Eddie thought. It sounded like someone his age, but Eddie had a hard time painting a mental image of him in his head. 

“Hi... I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what to say...” Eddie struggled to come up with a coherent thought, phrases sprinting into his mind and leaving just as rapidly. In all honesty, he wouldn’t be surprised if the only reason he had spoken again was to hear his newly found soulmate’s voice. 

“I, uh, I actually know exactly what to say to you...” The sentence made Eddie’s breath get stuck in his throat, as he located the shy tone coming from the other boy. The shyness didn’t do any diminishing toward his deeper voice though, it wasn’t Mike deep but definitely not Eddie’s higher voice. He felt a little self-conscious for a second about how possibly sounded but quickly shook the thought away. 

“You know exactly what to say to me?” Eddie leaned back into his bed, hugging himself, trying to knot away from the nerves in his stomach. What could his soulmate have to say? Had he planned it out for the first time he would hear Eddie? Was Eddie really that important to someone, where they had prepared for their meeting? All these questions made Eddie’s brain buzz, as he couldn’t focus on anything. 

“Yeah... I’ve been waiting to hear you,” Eddie’s thoughts were confirmed.

“Really? Tell me what you have to say.”

“Okay, just listen, though, alright?” 

The verb use made Eddie chuckle, “As if I wasn’t already doing that?”

“Okay, whatever,” The other boy was laughing too, “Just... listen...”

Eddie nodded, then remembered no one could see him, so he mumbled a small, “I understand.”

There was quiet for a second, then the small noise of gentle tapping. He couldn’t pinpoint what could be making the noise, perhaps Richie had written what he had to say on some note. It was all Eddie could assume, as he was a little lost. He continued to do as said, keeping quiet and simply focusing on his sense of hearing. 

Then some familiar music began to play, it had some beat filled intro, and once again, Eddie couldn’t pinpoint what song was. It had a piece of upbeat music and it was so familiar. 

Then it hit him.

“Are you fucking-”

“We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I,” 

“I cannot fucking believe-” 

“A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy,”

“Do you know how goddamn annoying-” 

“I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand,” 

“Holy christ, please turn it off before it gets to the-”

“Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you,“ 

It was a few lyrics afterward where the boy ended up pausing the song, to which Eddie believed he only did because his so-called soulmate started laughing so hard both of them could barely either Rick Astley at that point.

“I wish there was a way I could hang up on you after that,” Eddie said with an exhausted sigh. This only made the other boy laugh again. 

“Well aren’t you fun, I’m Richie,” The name gave Eddie butterflies, and hearing that voice made him melt right back into the previous puddle.

“Richie, you are incredibly annoying.”

“No, I’m not annoying, I just told you I’m Richie!” When Eddie groaned in response, Richie continued, “Okay, now tell me your name.”

“Why should I?”

“Because we’re soulmates, duh.”

It was obviously a good reason, but Eddie still rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. 

“My name is Eddie.”

“That’s absolutely adorable. Eddie... Eds.” 

“Don’t you dare call me that!” 

“Too late, you cutie.”

Even though he had instantly refuted it, Eddie knew that deep inside he actually hadn’t hated that nickname as much as he had let on. And he also knew he definitely didn’t find Richie all that annoying.

But hey, he wasn’t about to just say that, was he? 

[littlerockerao3]

I've never sent one of these things before but for that recent one maybe throbb with no,: 84 , 27 , 51 , 91 , 96 , 99 and 129? (You don't have to use them all though 😅)

Thank you❤️ I hope you like these!

84 “Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“Robb.” Theon says, shaking his boyfriend’s shoulder lightly. He’s been studying all day, the poor boy, and now he had fallen asleep with his face in the books, while still sitting on his desk chair. He’s going to have an exam soon and he just can’t help but being anxious all the time. Like he’s not motherfucking Robb Stark and won’t pass it with full marks, tsk.

Theon is proud of his boyfriend: he’s proud he’s studying, he’s proud he’s so good at college, he’s proud he’s going to be an excellent teacher, one day soon. But this is too much: it’s 1am and yes, it’s Friday night, but they both know he‘s going to wake up at 6 in the morning to study everything all over again as a “quick check up” as Robb uses to call it. And right now, he just needs some sleep.

“Huh? What?” Robb blinks a few times, then opens his big blue eyes. They look almost grey right now, blame it on the soft abat-jour lightening the books only.

Theon runs a hand through his boyfriend’s hair: “it’s late babe, you gotta go to bed” he softly whispers

Robb blinks again, once, twice, three times. Then he shakes his head: “No, I have to study” but he yawns, loudly, and feels the urge to rub his eyes.

Theon’s hand goes from his boyfriend’s hair to his cheek and caresses it softly: “What you have to do now is get some sleep, handsome”

Robb pouts, and points at his sheets and notebooks: “I just need to revise this one thing and...”

“Hush. You’ve been studying for days. I barely get to see my boyfriend anymore and we live under the same roof. If you want to study the best you can, you need to be well rested first.” Theon bows down lightly to kiss Robb’s forehead, gently.

Robb sighs, then looks up at him: “I guess you’re right” he finally admits.

Theon smirks: “Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” He ignores his boyfriend’s puff and stretches out his hand for him to grab it: “Come on baby, up to bed.” He whispers.

Robb grabs his hand, and lets himself being led towards the bed, a few steps away from the desk he’s been sitting in front of all day.

Theon helps him getting undressed, until he’s wearing his boxers only. They both crawl inside the bed and Theon is surprised by how hard Robb’s grip around his body is, despise his tiredness. He smiles, quickly brushing Robb’s curls away from his forehead and resting another kiss on it: “Goodnight, love of my life” he says, lovingly, caressing Robb’s cheek with his thumb. But the love of his life is already sound asleep.

27 “Oh, fuck off.”

“So let me get this straight” Robb begun

Theon shrugged: “There’s actually nothing straight about this but yeah, go on”

“This is really not the moment to be an idiot, Greyjoy” Robb scolds him, because he still can’t believe it. And he can’t believe how Theon can’t understand what he did wrong.

His fiancée rolls his eyes, and Robb would most likely slap his beautiful face, but he decides there’s still time for that and now it’s time to explain himself, since Theon can’t get there by himself, apparently: “So, you tried to hit on me while you were drunk at Sansa and Margaery’s engagement party.”

Theon slaps his hands on his tights in exasperation: “You don’t even remember this! Asha told you!”

Robb’s eyes widens: “So what?! You’re engaged and you were trying to get laid with someone else!”

“It was still you, you idiot!”

“But you didn’t know that!” Robb yells, just as loudly.

Theon’s dark eyes widens as well: “So what?! It was still you! It’s basically the proof I couldn’t cheat on you even if I wanted to!”

“Oh fuck off!” Robb snaps: so what if it was still him? Theon was so drunk he didn’t even recognize him, and that was because he just wanted to get laid with someone else. Someone that wasn’t his fiancée.

Theon runs both his hands through his hair and Robb almost slaps him again: he should be the annoyed one, the one who’s done with it. Because it’s Theon the one acting like a dickhead.

Suddenly, Asha comes thumping down the stairs, wearing only a bra and her brother’s shorts. She’s rubbing a towel over her wet hair as she asks them: “Why the fuck are you yelling? You’re supposed to be the cute couple”

Theon rolls his eyes: “Robb’s mad at me because I hit on him, yesterday”

Asha stares at the redhead, and all he can do is pout and cross his arms to his chest. A smirk appears on her face: “Seriously?” She says.

Robb opens his mouth to explain why he’s actually mad, but she speaks before he can talk: “You were perfectly fine with it, you were actually hitting back on him. I thought it was some kink of yours, at first”

Robb blushes violently, as Theon stares at him, one step away from bursting out laughing. Robb raises his hand, as if to say “don’t say a word”, but Theon grabs him by the wrist and shoves him close to him, until he’s holding him in his arms. He’s chuckling.

“Now I understand what you mean when you tell people you fell in love with an idiot.” Theon says, before kissing his lips.

51 “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“Robb, seriously, stop overreacting, it’s barely a scratch!” Theon shouts, but that doesn’t stop Robb from attaching the teddy bear patterned patch on his knee.

“You should be lucky it’s just a scratch, you could have hurt yourself bad!” Robb replies, shoving all the bottles of sanitizer back inside their drawer.

Theon rolls his eyes, his ass still sitting on the kitchen counter: “I was playing football with Rickon!”

Robb snorts: “Yeah about that: how is it even possible that you got hurt and he didn’t?”

Theon doesn’t answer, just stares at his husband as if to say ‘don’t you dare try to compare me to an eighteen year old horny teen’. But then, Robb shakes his head and mumbles: “You two should never be left alone for more than three minutes. I’m tired of always being the one patching you up.”

Theon grins: “Now don’t pretend you don’t love it” he grabs Robb’s hand and places a gentle kiss on it.

Robb shrugs, barely smiling: “I’m your husband. It’s my job”

“To love patching me up?”

Robb cups Theon’s face with his free hand: “To worry about you even for the smallest thing” he says.

Theon smiles, genuinely, just like he does everytime Robb’s in front of him: “I don’t want to imagine what you’ll become once we’ll have kids”

Robb smiles as well, and presses a small kiss to his husband’s lips: “Oh I’m sure that once we’ll have kids, you’ll start acting like me as well”

Theon doesn’t believe it at first. A few years later, he realizes Robb was right.

91 “Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“Oh my god, finally home” Theon throws himself over the bed, landing perfectly in the middle, his arms and legs spread all over the mattress.

Robb smiles at his boyfriend, shanking his head, then approaches him: “Scoot over a bit, please”

Theon grumbles something but doesn’t move, so all Robb has left to do is lay down on his boyfriend’s back.

“No, come on, get off, you fat ass!” Theon starts complaining right away.

Robb smirks, resting a few small kisses all along his boyfriend’s neck: “What? You don’t like me being on top?”

“Oh I’m so not answering that.” Theon hides is face in the pillow, though Robb knows he’s enjoying every kiss he’s giving him.

“You don’t want cuddles?”

“No”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“You know who’d like some cuddles?”

He hears and feels Theon holding his breath: “Don’t you dare.”

Oh but Robb loves challenges. He turns towards the open door and yells: “Grey Wiiiiind!”

In about five seconds they’re overrun by the enormous dog, who jumps on their bed and starts licking his face with his big wet and, as Theon likes to remind Robb, stinky tongue.

No matter how loud Theon’s yells are, Grey Wind still plops down next to him, so that they are face to face and Theon can still get his nice dose of kisses both from Robb and their dog.

“Drowned God, I hate you two” Theon scoffs, but he’s smiling.

96 “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame” Theon says, sharing a challenging look with his one year old and extending his hand with the spoon full with banana slices once again. The toddler pouts and keeps his mouth locked, causing Theon to sigh.

“He still refuses to eat?” Robb asks, making his way into the kitchen.

Theon nods: “he’s been grumpy since I woke him up”

Robb shrugs and caress their baby’s curly auburn hair: “Well, you can’t always just get up on the right side of the bed: his older siblings are already fighting and it’s not even ten yet.”

Theon feels the annoyance at only the thought of their oldest two kids fighting, which has been a routine by now, just as he had predicted: “Does he still pull her hair for fun?”

Robb nods: “Yeah, I’m scared someday she might end up...”

The echo of a slap coming from upstairs reaches their ears, followed by their oldest son yelling: “Dad! She hit me!”

They both sigh, Theon is not surprised, Robb just shakes his head: “Yeah, that was what I feared. KIDS!” he begins, heading upstairs. Well, at least he’s gonna handle those two scamps: Theon’s not really in the mood right now. Getting a toddler to eat his breakfast is already stressing enough.

He turns to his baby boy, again, and frowns once he sees he’s smiling.

“Oh, so you have fun when daddy is mad at your big brother and sister, huh? You may look like him but these are all my genes. Now eat, please.”

99 “You got a cute butt.”

Robb punches Theon’s chest once the umpteenth smack comes down his ass: “Stop it!”

Theon pouts, faking sadness: “Why? You’ve got a cute butt.”

“We’re in a church, Theon! It’s my aunt’s wedding!” he whisper-yells.

Theon just rolls his eyes in response: “Yeah it’s her what? Seventh husband?”

If looks could kill, Theon would have been dead by how Robb’s eyes were watching him: “We’re still in public, okay? And it’s a church!”

“Yeah sure. And you want me to forget that time when we heard Jon and Satin having sex at your sister’s graduation party, sure.” Theon replies, and smacks Robb’s ass again.

Robb flinches and tries his best not to curse: they’re in a church. A motherfucking church.

“Let’s make a deal: you stop it and once it’s over we’ll go in the car and you can do anything you want to my ass.” He says.

Theon’s eyes lights up obviously, because he just gave him what he wanted. Or he’s about to.

“Like, anything?” He asks.

Robb sighs and rest a hand on his forehead, not really wanting to admit he kinda wants that too: “Yeah, anything”

Theon’s hand lands ungracefully on Robb’s ass once again, for the last time: “deal.”

129 “I’ll give you a massage.”

“Stressful day?” Robb asks his husband while his hands move to gently squeeze the space between his neck and shoulders.

“Yeah...” Theon mumbles, relaxing under the gentle touch.

“I’ll take care of you then, baby” Robb says.

Theon smiles lightly: “Oh yeah? And what will you do?”

Robb keeps moving his hands gently: “Well, first I’ll give you a massage. Then I’ll make your favorite dish for dinner... and what about a hot bath later, huh? Just me, you, and lots of cuddles”

Theon keeps his eyes closed, as Robb’s hands keep massaging him: “Sounds fun”

Robb smiles, bending over the couch to press a kiss to his husband’s nose: “It’ll be”

[domesticated-feral]

Steo Week 2020, Day 5

Title: Date Night on Halloween

Prompt: Halloween Rating: Teen Warning: cursing, lot’s of cursing. WC: 1627

You can also read it on my AO3

Summary:

Spooky season has begun and dates have to be exclusively spooks as well.

~

Stiles just finished up his work at the sheriff station when his phone pinged. He looks at the notification and it was his boyfriend, Theo.

Babe Are you free tonight?

Stiles Yeah, just go off work

Babe Get ready by 7

Ominous, but it’s Theo, what should anyone expect.

Stiles Sure, see you then Read 6:32 PM

Stiles takes his keys and heads out the station. He gets in his jeep and drives home. It’s been some time since Stiles and Theo got together and they hadn’t moved in together yet. Neither had Stiles got an apartment for himself. He was fresh out of college, still living with his old man.

“Hey pops,” he said as he stepped in to find his father cooking dinner.

“Stiles, how was work?” his dad asked.

“Nothing much happened today, including in the supernatural. It’s all mundane, but, I have a date tonight,” Stiles said, leaning against the wall as he watched his dad cook.

“On Halloween? he’s probably taking you to a horror movie,” his dad said.

“We’ll see, uh, I gotta go get ready,” Stiles said as he began climbing up the stairs.

“Don’t forget to add salt, dad!” he added, poking his head through the gaps between the banisters, remembering that his dad always forgets salt.

“Thank, Stiles,” his dad said as he reached for the salt.

Stiles scampers to his room and gets out of his tan uniform. He looks through his closet, wondering what he has to wear, so he texts his loving boyfriend.

Stiles What do I have to wear?

Babe Wear anything you want

Stiles Ok Read 6:24 PM

Stiles takes out a dark blue button-up and a nice pair of grey jeans. He quickly takes a small shower before changing into the clothes. He looks at himself in the mirror, combing his hand through his hair.

He looks at the digital clock on the bedside table, he still has 10 minutes before Theo comes to pick him up, so he heads downstairs. His father had finished cooking and he was sitting down to eat what he had cooked.

“Ever since you retired, you began cooking classes and actually eating healthy for once, what did you cook today?” Stiles asks sitting in front of his dad.

“Just plain ol’ stew,” His dad said.

“Oh, well it looks delicious,” Stiles said, noticing that the vegetables were slightly charred, but his dad was enjoying what he cooked.

Someone knocks at the front door, someone meaning Theo. Stiles strides up to the door and opens it.

“Hey,” Stiles greeted.

“Hi babe, c’mon, we don’t want to be late,” Theo said, pecking Stiles on the lips.

Stiles grins and he follows Theo to his car. Stiles excitedly sat in the passenger seat, while Theo drove them to who knows where. They pull up in front of a black warehouse, with people lining up in front.

“A haunted house, alright, don’t expect me to scream and jump into your arms, though,” Stiles said as Theo parked the car.

Theo smirks, remembering how Stiles says that he isn’t scared, but would end up throwing popcorn everywhere at the slightest jumpscare when they watched a horror movie.

They go up to the line and when they reach the counter, Theo pays for both of them and the attendee gives them two wristbands that they’d have to wear during the whole experience. As they inched closer to the haunted house, Stiles' heart raced and Theo heard it loud and clear.

He softly squeezes Stiles’ hand and looks at him, “you’re totally scared and excited.”

Stiles nods, “no, I’m not scared and yes, I’m excited, very excited, thrilled, pumped.”

“Scaredy cat,” Theo teased.

“I’m not a scaredy-cat,” Stiles protested.

Just as he said that one of the haunted house scarers came up to them from behind, scaring Stiles, just by standing behind him.

“Holy shit!” Stiles screamed, making Theo snicker.

Tonight was going to be the death of Stiles’ throat, he could feel it. The attendees let them in and they slowly walk through the dark hallways.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Stiles panted as they walked through a hallway with paintings hanging on the walls.

One of the paintings slid and a nun lunged out to them, albeit bloody and bruised, with a sharpened cross. Stiles physically jumped back while Theo got startled. Stiles hung on to Theo’s arms, hiding behind him as they walked into a room.

His heart raced as he got scared by people coming out of doors and windows and even a mannequin he thought was just a fake decoy turned out to be real.

“Fuck you!” Stiles screamed as it lunged toward Stiles.

As Stiles tried to regain himself to move forward, the mannequin lunges at him again, scaring Theo.

“No! You do it once, not twice!” Theo shouted as he moved with Stiles into a hallway.

Doors open and zombies lunge out, left and right, scaring Stiles and Theo. One of the scarers wore a pig mask and scared Stiles by running after him with a chainsaw. Stiles holding on to Theo begins running and he trips on the floor.

“Don’t kill me, kill Theo instead!” Stiles screams at the ‘pig-man’.

“What?!” Theo said, confused.

Stiles crawls down the rest of the hallway until the pig-man stopped following them, they walk into a musty room, filled with leaves, and during the whole time, Stiles cowered behind Theo at every jumpscare.

“I’ll protect you, Theo, I’ll protect you,” Stiles said as he walked behind Theo, hugging him from behind.

Two men crawl to them with decoy knives in their hands and Stiles pushes himself against the wall, gripping tightly on Theo’s t-shirt as he uses Theo to block them. While Theo tries to push them away by swishing his arms around himself.

After they disappear, Stiles and Theo continue on down the room and enters a dark hallway.

“My throat is hoarse, I am blind as fuck right now, come at me motherfuckers!” Stiles said, feeling around the walls as he walks down the dark hallway.

Stiles looks at Theo and gets startled at Theo’s golden eyes, “AAH! Fuck, sorry!” he said as he accidentally yelled right at Theo’s face.

“Sir, no night vision please,” an attendee at a corner said to Theo.

“You, my man, are not scary, thank you,” Stiles said to the attendee.

Theo rolls his eyes before going back to normal vision, and now he saw what Stiles say.

“How is this scary? It’s all dark,” He said, and just as he says so, the pig-man comes up and scares them again with his chainsaw.

“Shit! Run, Theo, RUUNN!!” Stiles screams as he runs down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway was a circus setting, fake clowns and animals, covered in blood. Stiles and Theo were clinging onto each other, as they slowly walked through the claustrophobic space between the clowns and decoy animals. To Theo’s right, a clown moves, pushing Stiles into the hands of a decoy mannequin, who Stiles clings on to.

“You’re not Theo!” Stiles screams and runs back to Theo, “we don’t split up in these kinds of situations!”

“You left me!” Theo said.

“No, you ran away!” Stiles said.

Their quarrel was cut short with another unexpected jumpscare by the pig-man. Stiles falls backward and as he does, he brings Theo down with him.

“What is up with the motherfucking pig?!” Theo shouts.

Stiles and Theo get up and walk out of the circus room while getting jump scared by 3 clowns.

The last hallway down, they get jump scared by a very dehydrated looking woman zombie.

“Get me out of this hellhole!” Stiles said as he jumped onto Theo.

Another scarer comes at them, slower than usual but enough to make Stiles back against the wall, “ha, you came slow, that’s good, A+ for you!” he said, chuckling out of fear.

As they walk out of the haunted house, Stiles takes a sigh of relief, feeling the cold October air hit his face. Theo wipes the sweat off his face and hugs Stiles.

“Finally, it’s don- AAAH!”Stiles was saying and the pig-man once again crawled up behind him.

“Peppa motherfucking pig, amirite?” Theo said to Stiles, as he pants from the scare.

“I think I peed my pants a little,” Stiles managed to say through his deep breaths.

Theo chuckles and they walk along to the exit where if they’d like, they can take pictures with other attendees wearing the same costumes like the ones inside, of course, Stiles and Theo got a picture with pig-man.

They drove home and Stiles was still shaken by the haunted house, his ears slightly ringing.

“So, scaredy-cat, want me to sleep with you tonight?” Theo asked.

“First of all, it was not scary at all, and yes please,” Stiles said.

As Theo rolls up the driveway, he stares at Stiles with the look that says ‘liar’.

“Fine, it was hella scary, especially the pig,” Stiles said as Theo turns the car engine off.

They walk to Stiles’ room where both of them change into their nightwear which is just boxers, and they crawl into bed.

Stiles was exhausted and comfortable in Theo’s arms. Theo’s warm body was very needed on a cold October night like tonight. Theo seemed to fall almost asleep before Stiles, so he decided to prank him.

“Boo!” Stiles whispered into Theo’s ear.

Theo jolted a little before realizing that he was fine, “was that to get me back for taking you to a haunted house?”

“Maybe?” Stiles said as he snuggled himself into Theo’s arms.

“Ok,” Theo said.

He pressed a small kiss on Stiles’ forehead and held the boy close as he fell into slumber.

~

[thegn0mel0rd]

What ya gonna do when i'm fuckin small, like one inch tall? You won't se me comin at all, when I crawl into your ear late at night! Yeah, you heard me right motherfucker, sleep tight! And you think I'm just another bad dream, but i'm a tiny little man in your bloodstream! Little hands, holdin an artery shut! Yeah, that's right motherfucker, then what?

NOT THIS AGAIN