#i still suck at lighting but hey ho

[seineko]

it's a sick fic but, minors still do not interact!

warning(s): again, its very self indulgent, and i really hope diluc isn't too ooc. also i wrote this while being very sick so, beware. slight angst, like if you squint very hard. like really hard.

i really suck at taking care of myself and, well, i got sick because of it. i want to be pampered so, i'm going to get diluc to pamper me :)

and yes, i really can't help but end most of my drabbles with a confession cause i am a very stupid hopeless romantic.

the number of times you got sick because you ignored your cold or sore throat (or both) was more than you could count on one hand. which doesn't seem a lot, but it's still stupid that it happened so many times.

and it happened again.

your sore throat persisted the entire evening you decided to do absolutely nothing about it.

so here you were, trying to reach for the water jug, but failing to do so with how heavy your entire body felt.

eyes hurting more with even the slightest of light let in, throat burning with every gulp you couldn't help but swallow down and head throbbing with the slightest sound that you heard.

'love?' you let out an involuntary wince as the voice - your boyfriend's voice - combined with the sound of the window latching into place, came in heavy, almost hammering your head.

'hey, here,' this time the voice was much more softer, almost a whisper, but you couldn't help the twitch of your eyes at the still persistent ache, 'drink up.'

you tried to gulp down a large sip to try and sooth the burning your throat felt but the glass was immediately pulled back, worried voice letting out an even softer, 'smaller sips.'

as you sipped the water much slowly this time, diluc's hand rested on your forehead, trying to get a check on your temperature. which was probably bad if the deep sigh was anything to go by, 'you're burning up.'

after your throat felt a bit better (temporarily), you pulled back to sit up straight, but diluc held your arms, pushing you back in place, 'no, you need to rest.'

your protest died down in your throat when you heard the worry in his tone. 'did you eat something?'

he didn't even let you answer that before asking, 'did you take medicine?'

at that you pulled your blanket up slightly, trying to hide under it.

diluc clicked his tongue.

with a resigned voice, he continued, a bit firmly now, 'do not move, i'll get you the tablets, and a water bath.'

it took longer than you anticipated it to, which was likely due to him changing his clothes, looking much more fresh with his hair open and a grey t-shirt and black tracks replacing his usual outfit.

'i apologize for the delay,' ever the gentleman, he set down the ice bath on the table beside your bed, putting the water jug down after pouring down another glass of water and holding it forward along with a few tablets on his other palm. you took them without much complaint as he fed them to you one by one, making you drink a few sips of water between each.

'i thought it would be better not to let any more germs near you,' eyes skimming down his clothes, he dipped the cloth in the eyes bath, twisting it to remove the excess before placing it on your forehead.

'ahh!' you let out something between a wince and a whine as the cold cloth touched your skin, hair rising all across your body.

'consequences,' was all he said, tone holding no remorse even as you suffered throughout the process! what a cruel boyfriend!

'if cruel means you get well soon, yes,' he clicked his tongue as he removed the cloth to dip it into the water again. uh ho, you seemed to have said it aloud, 'someone has to take care of you since you are clearly incapable of doing so.'

you wanted to retort, he was the last person you wanted to hear that from, but what he said next had every word stuck in your throat.

in a very small voice which held the slightest of hesitation and just a bit more pain, 'all i have left is you.'

'd-diluc,' you choked with both the pain you felt and the clear distress at his tone.

'shh, go back to sleep,' diluc sighed, removing the cloth from your forehead for the final time and hanging it on the side of the bowl he bought the ice water it. pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, 'i'll go clear this up.'

you held back his hand on your cheek, refusing to let him leave. given how weak you were, he could've very easily removed the hold, but he held still. ears still ringing in your head, you shook your head, 'n-no, i can't sleep.'

'what can i do then?'

despite his protests, you got up completely to pat down on the corner of the bed, 'sit here.'

his usual deadpan expression was accompanied by the raise of his eyebrow. he still did as you told him to.

as soon as he sat down comfortably, you rested laid back down and rolled towards him to rest your head on his lap and let down a contended sound.

a slight smile spread across his lips at that. his fingers reaching up to caresses your scalp ever so slightly. diluc was sure that you would've completely turned boneless under his touch, purring every other second had you been a cat.

your eyelids already felt heavy as you looked up at him, pleading already visible through your orbs, 's-sing for me?'

not the one to sing usually, your boyfriend let out yet another sigh for the night before he started humming a familiar tune, a lullaby adelinde used to sing for him and kaeya when they were kids.

'diluc?' the sleep was taking over you, mind now muddled.

at his questioning hum, still in-between the humming, you just smiled into his lap, 'i love you.'

you drifted off before he could finish humming and reply with an, 'i love you too.'

©2024 by seineko @ tumblr

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[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

RUNNING

To get warm on the dark, cold streets of New York City, Sam puts Danny up to a challenge.

inspired by a scene from the Korean film C'est Si Bon.

The late March breeze held a frosty nip in the dark hours of nightfall. It had almost been 6 months since the 2023 Ghostface tragedies, and the victims of the interconnections had prevailed through the bitterness of winter and were on their way to a fresh spring. 

But in spite of that, New York was still chilly in the evenings, leaving those wandering the streets in for a cold walk home. 

Especially when the sun went down.

Sam pulled the hood of her black hoodie on as she left her second job, quickly sending her daily on-my-way-home text to Tara, before slipping her phone into her pocket. She never had been very fond of the cold, and having spent the majority of her life in California, it wasn’t hard to guess why. However, she should’ve brought a better insulator than the single hoodie she had on.

“Hey, beautiful,” a familiar voice caught her attention right before she could turn in the direction of home.

She glanced up to find Danny leaving the street lamp he had been leaning against. “Hey,” she replied, unable to mask the surprise in her voice. “What are you doing here?” 

He fell in to flank her in her stride. “I was just out and happened to be passing by,” he answered. “Thought I’d wait and walk home with you.” 

She nodded, “Mm.” The dusk breeze snuck through her clothing, making her cross her arms and hold them against her torso as she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “I can’t stand how cold it is…”

“Really?”

There was a chuckle that interlaced his inquiry, which made her shoot him a subtle glare. “Yes, really!” She shuddered, inadvertently proving her point. “I’ve been in California my whole life, basically—”

“You never had winter in California?” he cut her off.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Of course, we had winter, but it was never this cold and for this long.” She then heaved a sigh, gazing down the sidewalk as there weren’t many people out and about, surprisingly. “But I wouldn’t expect you to understand anyways,” her tone flipped to a teasing way. “Because men can handle anything and everything like it’s nothing, right?”

Danny caught the lighthearted smirk she sported as she glanced away. “Hey, I didn’t say that,” he objected, keeping the energy light.

“You didn’t have to.” She gestured to the single, casual jacket he wore, “What you’re wearing said it for you.”

But he shook his head in denial. “Nah, I think you’re just being overdramatic,” he teased her back, quoting her with a twist, in the process, “Because girls are too sensitive to anything and everything, right?”

Sam scoffed in disbelief as she returned her gaze to him.

“You don’t have to admit it,” he went on, still turning her words against her in his own way, “Your shivering says it for you.” He nudged her a little.

She shook her head as she looked away. “I am not being overdramatic. And I’m not too sensitive, either,” she defended herself. 

“Oh, okay. Then this wouldn’t bother you?” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before he tugged her hood off and slipped his cold hand beneath her hair to pull it out from the warmth of her hoodie, letting the bitter cold caress it without missing the chance to let his knuckles run across the back of her neck.

Samantha nearly unleashed a yelp, before she caught herself and instinctively pulled away from him to tug the neckline of her jacket up, conserving the heat she could. “Danny!”.

“What?” Her boyfriend played innocent. “I thought you said you weren’t sensitive to the cold?”

“Okay, but not like that!” 

She sounded upset, but she wasn’t, and he knew that from the smile on her face. It led him to continue the game, “Oh-ho, so we’re lying now?” He tilted his head, “Never took you for a liar, Sam.”

Now, she played along. “Well, I never took you for a jerk, so there.”

“And there it is!” He held his hand out, “We’ve now arrived at dramatic!”

His girlfriend shoved him playfully, “Shut up.”

“You spoke first.”

“You know what?” Sam picked up her pace and kept her chin high as she left him behind. “You can walk home by yourself, if that’s the way you’re gonna be.”

Danny trotted to catch up, keeping a small distance behind, just to test her. “Then how am I supposed to keep you warm? Chivalry isn’t dead, you know?”

“You weren’t doing that anyway!”

“You never gave me a chance to do that,” he countered, making her go quiet with a scoff. 

She kept her word as she stayed ahead, not bothering to look back at him. “Well, there are other ways to stay warm,” she insisted with the perfect amount of subtle sass in her voice.

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckled, “Like what?”

His partner stopped in her stride. Their apartment wasn’t far from where they had gotten, only about 2 blocks or so. There was a little room for her to put him up to the test, that is… if he was willing to abandon chivalry to compete against a girl. She turned around and met him evenly. “Like running.” She met his blue eyes with her own challenging, dark ones. “I challenge you to a race,” she put forth, then provided her rules, “No shortcuts. No breaks.” She then raised an eyebrow in temptation as she looked back at him. “Do you accept?”

Brackett looked a little taken aback by the sudden dare, but he learned new things about her every day. And it was during times like this where he got a taste of her wild side. How could he resist? “Alright,” he nodded, “You’re on.”

Willingly now, Carpenter tossed her hair back behind her shoulders to pull it up into a ponytail, crowing as she did so, “Very well. You better hope you can keep up though.” She tugged the spare hair tie from her wrist, while nodding to him, “A man wouldn’t want to be shown up by his overdramatic, too sensitive girlfriend, right?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, the fact that you keep bringing that up just proves I’m right.”

She simply hummed in response and turned away to get ready to run. “On the count of three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One…” She gave a quick glance over at him to check-in on his preparation. But little did he know she would change the rules on a dime. “Two!” And she broke away, racing down the paved way. 

Or maybe she never even planned to follow-through to 3 in the first place.

Danny bolted after her, quick to promise her an unknown penalty for cheating. “Oh, you’re in for it, now, Sam!” He could hear her laugh carry on the breeze in response. 

“You gotta catch me first!” her call echoed through the nocturnal streets.

But he was able to gain speed within seconds.

Samantha faced the cold air whipping her face head-on, ignoring the dry spell it cursed her respiratory system as she sprinted down the sidewalk, under the stars, and with her best friend. She had always loved to run, and she was damn good at it too. It just happened to be a bonus, when it had come to outrunning the handful of Ghostfaces that had tried to chase her down. Figures that they never could catch up… It hadn’t been her first time on the run, when they had decided to hunt her. She had their idol—her own father—to thank for that. Who knew he could’ve been so useful without coaxing her to drive a knife into someone? As she glanced over her shoulder, she found her boyfriend growing closer to her, which made her release an anticipated noise that was somewhere between a squeal and a yelp. She made a sharp turn at the corner to dart right, lengthening her strides down the straight line that would lead them home.

Danny did the same, nearly matching her side-by-side. However, even in the midst of a competitive race, he almost wanted to hang back intentionally just to watch her run the way she did. He had never actually seen her run, and seeing her do so under the circumstances of free reign and a smile, he’d rather take the losing title. Up ahead, there was an intersection they would have to cross before they would have the home-stretch to the apartment. Had she thought about crossing a busy road? At night? It was a crosswalk, so to speak, but New Yorkers weren’t exactly popular for their respect for the rules of the road. The idea made him decrease his speed, but she kept going strong. And once she neared the curb, he called out to her. “Samantha!”

She read his mind, but she knew what she was doing and hollered over her shoulder, “Don’t stop! Keep going!”

And so, he did. 

The two raced straight through the red stoplights and in front of the waiting cars’ headlights, illuminating their figures into silhouettes as they crossed the street. Halfway through the crosswalk, the lights went green and car horns blared at them to clear the way.

They made it to the other side safely, but that didn’t keep Danny from expressing his incredulity of his girlfriend’s recklessness in New York City of all places. “Sam, what the fuck?!” 

But she was too focused on the task at hand, laughing as she kept ahead, like a stray dog with nothing to lose. Her lungs were screaming and her throat burned with the lack of moisture, but she couldn’t stop. She nearly skidded as she veered to make it up the apartment steps and pulled the door free of her path. But she didn’t stop in the security of the lobby. She took her 1st place ranking further, taking the small staircase leading from the lobby to the foyer 2-stairs-at-a-time, while she used the railing as leverage to pull herself along. 

She barely made it to the far flight that would take tenets up to their desired floor, before she felt strong arms enclose her from behind to keep her from going any further. A startled shriek left her as she was picked up and pulled backwards, not realizing her chaser had been so close behind her. 

Danny moved her away and put her down with a chuckle. “I caught you,” he brought her remark about catching her back around. Her breathless giggles were a pleasure to his ears as she turned around to face him. He kept his arms loosely around her, dropping them to hold her waist, and for a moment, they both stayed blinking at each other, able to do nothing but catch their breath thanks to the relentless cold.

“I won…” Sam eventually got out through her panting, giving that infamous small tilt of her head that she owned.

Her boyfriend corrected her, “The race, you won.” When her brow slightly dipped to express her confusion, he went on to finish, “I won the chase.” To prove his point, he corralled his hold on her to pull her closer to him. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” she retorted as she shook her head. “I said it was a race.”

“You also said I had to catch you.”

For a second, Sam opened her mouth to say something back, but she couldn’t come up with anything. So, she surrendered. “Okay, you got me.”

He smirked, shifting her a little bit, “Clearly.” She chuckled and brought her arms up to drape them over his shoulders, enclosing his neck like his arms had done with her waist. “You are one crazy girl,” he then confessed, recalling their moment racing through the 4-way intersection.

She knew what he was getting at and shrugged. “I’m the daughter of a serial killer. I was born crazy.”

Her partner’s blue eyes flashed with curiosity, “You’re taking pride in that now?” He had been used to her keeping her bloodline on a low profile, always trying to outrun it or ignore it. Hell, she’d kept their relationship a secret from everyone for months because of it. Ever since 6 months ago, she’d been more accepting of it but never to the point where she'd openly admit to and actually seem okay with it.

“Not pride,” she countered, then corrected him, “responsibility.”

He nodded, “Ah… okay.” 

They spent a moment of silence, just sharing the warmth that started to accumulate between them in contradiction to the bitter outdoors. It wasn’t until Samantha broke the intimate tension that things took the next step.

“We should probably—”

Danny pulled her into a kiss. A passionate one. And Sam leaned into it instantly, abandoning the last part of that sentence for the reign of the moment. She tilted her head to deepen her contribution, her wrists going limp to hang over one another, while one of his hands caressed her back and the other cradled her jawline. Because of their run, the temperature of his hand was only a few degrees off from her cheek, making him move it to gently tug her hair tie away from keeping her ponytail intact.

Her long, dark hair then fell over the dorsal side of his hand, releasing the warmth from her scalp to embrace the length it could reach. He heard her give a soft hum at the feeling, guiding him back to hold the side of her face. They stayed connected for one more fulfilling moment, before finally breaking apart. Light eyes met dark ones, and they kept their distance from one another to a minimum.

“I challenge you to another race,” Brackett proposed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carpenter blinked at him. “What kind of race?” Her volume matched his.

“Who can warm the other up first?”

“Hmm…” she mused over the thought, tired but not enough to fall-short of what he was insinuating. “What are your conditions?”

He gave her that look he always did when he conceded to everything that made him fall for her in the first place. He didn’t realize he looked any different when they shared moments like these, but he did, and she could tell. She could always tell. 

Another one of the many things her father gave to her. Crazy. Observant. Cunning. Name it, she’d find her way in-line with it.

“We have to stay in my apartment,” he answered.

She gave a light scoff with a smile that brought out the rosiness present in her cheeks from the cold.

Which proved his point.

“Do you accept?”

And she did.

“You’re on.”

I love them sm reeeeeeee :)

p.s. hope y'all got the inspired Tara x Chad moment from Scream VI when Chad cut Tara off with a kiss in the middle of her saying something. I HAD TO, SORRY NOT SORRY!!

All my best! ♡ - parker

#scream #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter #danny brackett #30 day writing challenge #running #AU: All My Heart

[non-bionical-mecha-dude]

This is a Part 2 to the OVERWORKED READER ROTTMNT thing! This time it's Leo's turn! I'll be sure to get to Donnie after this!

All Dialogue is colored to the speakers mask color, along with Y/N's Dialogue being Pink (regardless of gender) This is to help those with reading difficulties and disabilities to better read and pay attention to what is being said and who is saying it. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

ROTTMNT LEO X OVERWORKED! READER

"Come on. Come on!! No no no!" You violently smashed your mouse. All of your work...gone. Your work was all trying to load, when the computer just decided to go dumb, so while you were trying to click something, you accidentally deleted your work without a way of recovering it. Your hours upon HOURS of work. And the assignment was due TODAY. So much for your luck!

"Sooooo, what'd ya lose? Some video game?" Leo looked over your shoulder, looking at your computer, seeming disappointed when he saw just a blank document. You looked at him, anger and frustration in your eyes, you did NOT have the time for jokes, japes, or puns at the moment. You had to work or else you could kiss your grade GOODBYE. Leo put his hands up instinctivly.

"Oh ho hoo-okay, I know that face, it's the 'if you mess with me right now, I'll stab you with your own rib'-look, learned it all to well from Donnie, I'll get outta your hair". Leo gave you a small peck on the cheek, and exited through your window, giving you a thumbs up while leaving. Atleast he knew when to give you some space, you thought. You turned your attention back at your computer, and began to retype the whole thing, trying to remember all of what you had put down.

~time skip~

It had been hours, and it was already dark. That's funny, you remembered, you had started working some time around 2 pm, how could already be...11:50!? Oh God, the time really does fly. You had to hurry, ten more minutes until it would be considered 'late' and get points deducted from it. And you weren't even half way done! It's no matter, you haven't taken any breaks or anything for nothing, maybe if you just did more you could get it in on time! You decided to type like a madman/woman/person. You heard your stomach growl and your eyes felt heavy, but that didn't matter, the assignment came first. You could slow down, but that would just put you so far behind. And it sucked to be so far, because then it was only down hill from there, you should know, you've experienced it one to many times.

Knock knock knock

You heard light tapping at your window. It was Leo. With a game cartridge in hand, he seems to think the window is locked, but considering you haven't moved from your spot, it wasn't. You made a window opening motion with your hand, he cocked his head to the side, before trying it. A look of confusion washed over his face. Usually you locked your window by 10, so why was it unlocked. He hopped in, stretching and popping his neck.

"Hey there baby! I kinda assumed you'd be asleep by now, but in the off chance you aren't, I decided, out of the kindness of my heart, you can thank me later, that we could play this game I found! I tried playing with Mikey, but I'm so good at it, he doesn't stand a chance against me! So, I thought, who better to play it with than the second most talented person ever? You!" Leo was rambling on, giving compliments to both you and himself, saying how he couldn't sleep cause insomnia's a bitch, something Raph lectured him on, yada yada. Normally you would be so happy to hear from him and his little rants, but you couldn't afford it, you had only...5 MINUTES!?!?! You were typing as fast as you could, tuning out Leo, your speed caused you to make so many spelling errors, but it's ok! As long as you get it turned it! You could do it! You could be better! You were sweating with your eyes scrunched from staring at a computer all day.

"Uhhh, hello?? Not even a glance at your champion? Hm, tough crowd." He walked over, looking at your computer like this morning.

"Man, are you still working on that? Geez, how long has it been? 8 hours? 9 hours?"

You ignored him, but something pinged in your mind, 8 hours, that can't be right, you weren't working on it for THAT long! Sure, it had been a couple house but not 8!

"Have you gotten up from that spot?"

No response

"Have you even eaten???"

Still, no response, Leo was getting worried. But, thankfully, this clever red eared slider had a plan. And a very good one if he did say so himself.

He grabbed your computer, quickly saved what you were working on, before throwing it back on the couch.

"Wha- LEO-"

Before you could protest, Leo had picked you up, hands holding your bottom up, this caused you to lock your legs around him out of instinct to keep you from falling backwards.

"Nope, as cute as it is to see you so focused, you are taking a break, a LOOONGGGG break!"

"B-but my ASSIGNMENT!! It's due TODAY!"

"It's already past 12, and besides, I can always forge a note saying your mom knows what happened or something and that it was an accident."

You tried to argue back, but he just kept coming up with a new solution each time.

"Listen, argue with me all ya want, the amazing and handsome Leon will not let you put any more attention on some stupid assignment than Moi! You know that's Spanish for Leo?"

You sigh in defeat. You were so relaxed in his arms, your sleepy head laid on his shoulder, your neck, tired from keeping your heavy head up all day without break. Alright, fine, you thought to yourself. It's not like he's gonna put you down.

"That's not what Moi means, and it's not even Spanish."

"Well today it does, because I said so."

"Your such a goofball." You yawned, letting sleep lull over you.

"Yeah but I'm your handsome amazing, best boyfriend, goofball." When he didn't get a response from you, he turned his head to look at your face, being greeted with a sleepy partner in his hands. He chuckled a bit and placed a kiss on your head.

"You can start paying attention to me tomorrow then, if you're so tired."

#headcannons #fanfiction #rottmnt #fanfic #save rottmnt #self insert #tmnt #rottmnt headcannons #oneshots #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo

[legend5911]

FAMILY COCKTAIL

haseena is packing her bag, she and her husband are going to meet ks, who is anu's sister, she was on mission from last 2 years so ks don't even know that her brother got married.

haseena is very happy because as soon as her husband showed her photo, she remembered that once her friend told her that there is a shemale bull who fucks very rough. hm remebered her.

once they reach at ks's home,

they met maid, "we wanna meet karishma singh" , "mam is having her bath in swimming pool, you should wait here"

"no i will go now" and then hm ran to swimming pool, while anu was bringing bags.

"dekhiye aap mat jaiye wha" maid was saying that which disturbed ks and she became angry, "kitni baar bolna padega not to disturb me, fir bollogi 1 hafta chala nhi ja rha. jab kha jaye tab baat toh manti nhi ho" ks said angrily

and then ks saw a cutie running toward her and maid behind her

"hey cutie who are u ?" ks asked while coming out of pool

"u are karishma singh na ?, i am anu's wife" hm said excitedly, she can see imprint of ks's tool through her boxer.

"ohh wooow..!!, tum jao" she said to maid, and saw her brother coming,

she went to anu and held his balls very tightly and squeezed it, giving anu extreme pain,"aapne shadi karli bina apni behn ke, bhaiya that's not right"

"behna amma ko hi jaldi thi, aur hamko iss time bhut jaldi hai kyuki hamme mission pe janna hai, bass isko chodne aaye the, hamko toh bilkul nhi pasand ye" anu said

ks left his balls and anu ran to his car.

ks turned to hm, "okay so, what's your name bhabi ji"

hm blushed at this and was looking down, she was extreme wet after seeing ks's curves and abs. "ji haseena malik" hm said fearingly

it was enough for ks to understand hm, she picked hm on her broad shoulder

"karishma ji aap ye kya kar rahi hai"

ks spanked hm hard and said, "its daddy for u"

Haseena pov

She threw me on bed,

"See babygirl, your eyes are screaming and begging me to fuck u, did any ever touched u"

I shaked my head

"Awww my baby girl don't worry now u have your daddy to take care"

" But daddy....... " I was worried about any

" U have me, I will be responsible for everything, u just relax and enjoy" she said

I just hugged her tightly and kept my head on her chest

" So tell me baby, what do u wanna do with daddy ? "

" Cuddles, movies, be in your arms, and sex at night. I always want a caring dom who is rough in bed. " I said

" Okay baby, don't worry you have me" She said while wrapping her strong arms around my body giving me all the comfort I need. She tapped her phone and all the lights were off and the curtain closed, tv was on.

"Baby here is the phone, order whatever u wanna eat" she said, I turned and did my back toward her chest still in her lap. I made myself comfortable on her chest and order some pizza, wrap and coke. I returned the phone and took daddy's fingers, started sucking it. She pressed her fingers on my tongue, to which I whined. She released my tongue, I played with her fingers using my tongue for some time when there was a knock on room, I panicked and hid myself under sheets,

Maid came and kept all food on table making me relax, once she was gone, daddy said,"baby u wanna have your come now or after some time"

"Daddy I have cock to enjoy" and started licking her dick, she moaned at this. And pulled me up. "Not now love, otherwise you will regret"

"Okay daddy"

We both remained in that position for almost the whole day watching movies one after another.

But trust me, her fingers are most tasty. These pizza and other things are nothing in front of daddy's fingers.

After some time, I said to daddy, "Daddy do you know you once have one night stand with my friend. She told me that you are very rough, is that really true ?"

Next thing was daddy driving me crazy, I was literally begging for her to stop but she didn't stop, she kept fucking me. But once she felt enough, she left me in room with fast breath. I was just concentrating on my breath while I felt myself picked up. I wrapped my hands tightly around her neck. She picked me up in bridal style. I realized she was taking me to basement. I wrapped my arms more tightly. And kissed her chest. I smiled when I felt a kiss being pressed on my forehead. I was wearing no clothes while she was wearing only a white shirt. Once we reach downstairs, I said to daddy, "daddy, I am really very tired. I can't have more sex"

I said this because I knew that almost every rich person have a basement full up with many sex toys which they wanna use for bdsm play.

"My love, I know my baby is tired and that's the reason I arranged this for u" she said while going in a hot tub. It was not as big as the swimming pool she had upstairs but not too small. I was in her muscular arms while she moved in water, and sat on something. I believe it's a shelf inside the tub. I was having water till neck while she was having till chest. I smiled at sudden relaxation which I got because of hot water. "Are u enjoying this my love ?"

" Yess I do"

She smiled and press a kiss on my forehead. Don't know why but I am getting addicted to her forehead kisses. "Baby, do u think u can stay with me and leave anu for rest of your life. Don't think about society or anyone. Just tell me what u want"

"I really wanna be with u, I feel happy and safe in your arms. Please do something so that no one can make us apart" I said while melting in her arms.

"Okay my love now be tension free rest thing I will take care." She said

We remained in silence for some time. And after that I looked up at her when I felt I was being starred, she was just looking at me with complete love and affection. I blushed at this, while she awwed and hugged me tightly.

We just talked about random things, when suddenly she said, " you will leave your job"

I was unable to say anything because she didn't asked or she said with any doubt. It was her order.

"But daddy what will I do whole day"

"See the thing is, while I am on break from my job, we both will be together day and night. Once I go on any mission, u can stay home doing some art or timepass but no job"

"But daddy I don't know anything"

"Then learn it, but no job"

I remained silent thinking what to do.

"Don't u think we should go now ?"

"Daddy can't we somehow sleep here, it's really good"

"Okay, stay here" she said while keeping me on the shelf.

After 2 mins, she brought a very big thing almost the size of 1 and half bed and dropped it in water. It was floating on water.

She came In water and picked me up in her arms and went up on it. It was extremely soft. I immediately hugged her tightly. And we both slept peacefully.

Haseena pov

This morning, when I woke up, I felt myself on daddy's body. Her body was warm and I always loved being in her strong muscular arms. It always make me feel safe. I looked up at her, her face, she was looking so hot. I looked o

Down at her chest and her boobies. They were heavy and they had a proper shape. I was unable to resist myself. I started licking those boobs and I put her nipple in my mouth.

She hissed and woke up. She saw me and patted my head, "Baby, let's go and be ready. Today we will spend the whole day outside"

I poured and put my tiny hand on her big boob. I squeezed it but she remained unaffected. She then used her hand and squeezed mineee..

" Ayyyyyyiiiiiii" it was really very painful. I almost cried, she did that with another and said,"Awwww.....my baby, your tiny hands are not that strong to hurt me"

I remained silent not wanna get more hurt by her. She put me on her broad shoulder and went in the bathroom. We both got ready while playing some teasing game. Once we both were ready we ate sandwiches as breakfast with some juice.

Now we both went in car. It was a big black Jeep and she sat on the driver seat while I sat on another, but I didn't found imthat comfy so I shifted in daddy's lap. I wrapped my arms around her neck and head on her shoulder. While we both were going, I just remained in her lap. Once we were there, she asked me to be aside but I said no I wanna be here, she just smiled and picked me up.

I was clinged to her while we both were in mall. Some of them were looking at us and were somewhat commenting but who cares, they didn't have the love and attention I am getting from my daddy. We went inside the shop to get some clothes.

"What would you like to have ?" A lady asked in very professional way.

I looked around and saw a hoodie black in colour, looking perfect.

I pointed at that hoodie, the lady nodded and brought M size, I frowned and said, "bring XL size "

Daddy looked at me and said, "Bubba this is for you not for daddy"

"Yess but I like oversized clothes and specially these type of clothes can be wore by both of us and also I like wearing my domme's clothes"

#kareena #police #haseena malik #maddamsir #karishma singh #karu #hasu #yuki

[boricuacherry-blog]

The rapper, whose real name is Janae Wherry, doxxed a lady who wasn't giving her her snapchat code fast enough. The rapper posted on her ig stories:

"Everybody text/call this # and blow this fat b***ch down for me...[posts number]"

She then went on Live, saying to her followers on there,

"Hey y'all, I want you to text and call this number, cause she bein real petty for no reason. So this what happen..I'm trying to get into my old snapchat and that used to be my old number and it's still on my account, so they like, 'Ok, we gonna text you a confirmation to that number.' So I called the phone and I'm like, 'Umm, hey can you send me that confirmation code.' She's like, 'Alright.' She stops answering my calls. I call her again, she finally pick up again saying, 'I'm busy right now.' Like, b***h all you had to do was text the confirmation code. That's so petty. I hate petty ass hos, so I need y'all to blow this fat b**tch down. I don't even know how she looks, but I can just tell by the way she was talking on the phone, it's a fat b***h."

Last year, the rapper came under some backlash when a 22-year-old ballet teacher did a TikTok where she talked about the 5-year-old kids in her class wanting to listen to "Poundtown" and how disturbed and upset she was that they even knew that song. Wherry went online to say "girl just shut up and play Poundtown." Many were enraged at her cavalier response. She then backtracked and said she would consider doing kidz bop tunes.

Wherry was also in the media for a different reason a few weeks ago, when she disclosed she had gotten Chlamydia twice and didn't know who gave it to her. She also went on a podcast to talk to Lil Yachty.

In the podcast episode, she also revealed the craziest thing that ever happened to her was being raped.

Some people were disgusted after listening to that episode, saying she was promoting unsafe sexual practices after then going on to seemingly make light of it in some of her lyrics:

As well as a lipgloss line she released based on her stds, with names that also include things like 'yellow discharge.'

Also, a sex tape of hers leaked, with some debating whether it really leaked or was intentional on her part, due to her image:

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She then went viral again when a video of her sucking a man's toes went online:

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The co-sign from Nicki Minaj seemed to greatly help her.

The latest news is big content creator Adin Ross claiming to have slept with her. She responded:

#sexyy red #article

[sxslave4all]

Hours later: his current chick loves degrading me when I’m buried in her cunt eating her cum from my owner-that is actually fabulous I love reminders that he fucks others and tells me to wait in other room (second time today I’m awaiting the finish of round 2 and my lunch of cock pussy and cum)until I have to swallow cum. Even women are above me. Mmmmm. I really do enjoy the things I’m reminded I am from her. I mean she’s not wrong only a dumb slut would enjoy her man saying “get out of my site, you best have fingers playing-both hands in/on that cunt and no cumming. until I call for you when I’m ready to cum after making love to this gorgeous woman-you’re only good enough to fuck”. Not many would but damn it always makes me fkn wet.Then her with:: your man’s dick is amazing. And he’s so gentle and loving he made sure to lick every spot and said such sweet things as he stuck that cock in my pussy while you humped your hand. Sweet nice things. Made love to me not fucked little slut hahaha while your dumb ass is playing with your pussy in another room looking at porn I get his hard cock. You get my pussy on it to eat and his cum and my cum cause your licking me until I get off today, all over your face and tits I’ll squirt and he already shot his to your face and clit stupid tramp but you’ll also be sucking him soon. We plan to cover you In cum. No wiping it. Leave it alone sex slave flesh light. That’ll be lunch like this was breakfast so eat my cunt your man made love to after sucking his dick right out of my pussy for you to finish him and then blow ON you like the low THING you are. A human sex toy. Now get me off with that damn useless face I want you buried into my cunt breathing can wait lick my clit you lower than even other women AND hookers. Free use tramp. Lick it, bite, ahh garbage can be useful I guess cause you’re pretty useless every other way. Thats it. Lick a good girl pussy that had your man in it now your fucking face. And hey thing? One hand on your clit and other up your pussy. The whole other hand. Fist your lousy cunt and no cumming hahaha. Good slut. Shove it in you don’t be gentle you don’t deserve that you deserve it to hurt like hell. (Smack on face and hard yank on nips) I said fist inside you fucking now are you to stupid? Here bring your hand and hole here. I slide without leaving her pussy she grabbed my arm said spread your fuckin cunt now (I did still without my tongue leaving her) slam-owww I wanna scream but I don’t. My tongue stopped for that impact though so she grabbed the whip and told me that until I get her off she’ll be whipping everywhere and to move my one hand as ordered so she can crack the clit but that fist stays. You can ride it while you lick. Now fkn finish me off you useless cum dumpster and so fkn stupid good thing you have looks and a body made to fuck cause you’d be screwed bitch as you can’t do anything fkn else right. Next for your dinner of cock pussy and cum I think I’ll have him tie u to the dresser in a painful way with the wand either almost close enough to feel almost or rammed on that clit for an hour. Haha. He’s right everyone should get a cum dump whore it’s fun thinking of shit to do to that body. Ohhhh yes right there I’m about to cover your face so start smacking hard your clit and bouncing fast in and almost out with the fist tramp…..she came all over my face and made me lick around to get every drop off her and the bed. Thats a delicious lunch 🤤🤤🤤. Shes fuckin hot and nice body to boot? Fuck yes demean me. Use me. Beat me. Degrade. Humiliate. Whatever you want as long as I can lick your pussy when you��re done with my man 🖤🩵🖤🩵. Cant wait for lord knows what they are planning with me for Friday night special ho games night. Never know what’s in store. Hopefully I can still walk by then - horny weed they are one or something. ;(they fucked a third time while I typed….in a chair next to the bed with my leash pulled and mouth left wide open so he could blast me with his amazing cum. God they looked so fkn hot fkn each other. 😯😯😯🖤🩵🖤🩵.to be finished

[anglophiletraveler]

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Chapter 4 - Maple Leaves

Anders is starting to fall hard for Charlie whether he wants to admit it or not. And the lengths he is willing to go to just to send her some flowers proves it!

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Charlie’s alarm on her phone went off blaring Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture to alert everyone within a 12 mile radius that it was 6:30 am Monday morning and time to get up.  

“What the fuck is that!!!” Anders yelled!

Charlie giggled, “What does it sound like? It’s the 1812 overture!”  She reached over and hit the snooze button.

“What time is it?” Anders whined.

“It’s 6:30.” Charlie curled back into Anders' chest.

Anders' eyes were still closed, “Why? Why would you set an alarm for 6 fucking 30! Jaysus your nose is cold!”

Charlie giggled some more and rubbed her cold nose all over Anders’ chest. “Because it’s Monday morning.”  She started kissing Anders’s chest.

Anders let out a low growl, “Do you always get up this early on work days?”  She started sucking on one of his nipples. “Oh God, don’t stop!”  He put a hand to the back of her neck.  She worked the nipple with her tongue and her teeth gently nibbling on it.  Then she moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. He shuttered a breath, “Oh fuck, you’re killing me!”  

And then the 1812 Overture went off again!! Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at Anders reaction, “Son of a bitch Charlie!  I thought you turned that thing off!!!”

“Sorry babe, I just hit the snooze.  Here, let me get to it.”  She reached the phone and turned it off.  “But if I oversleep for work, eh,  I’m going to blame you.”

Charlie hadn’t realised that she used the word ‘babe’ but Anders did.  “What did you just call me?”

“Hmmm, what?”

“You called me babe.  Why did you call me that?”  By this time Anders had sat up in bed with a panicked look on his face.  

Charlie looked puzzled, shrugged her shoulders “I uh don’t know.  Just a figure of speech I guess.  I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I said it.  Does it upset you?”

“I guess not.  But, just don’t expect me to say it back.  Is that okay?”  

“Yeah.  Sure.”  She moved closer to him so that she could put her arms around him.  “So what time do you get up for work?” She reached up and kissed his jaw and he put his arm around her.

“Well, usually around 7:30 if I’m not hungover.”

Charlie gave him a weak smile and looked at her phone.  “Well, it’s almost 7:00 already, I have time to lay down with you for a bit.  Do you?”

“Yeah, I think so.  Come here.” Anders opened his arms and Charlie laid back down in his arms and covered them both up.  They both sighed, Anders began to caress Charlie’s hair.  “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For being a dick just now.  I didn’t mean to ruin the vibe,” Anders replied.

“It’s fine, no biggie” she said.  “So, do you have a lot going on this week at work?”

“Mmmm you mean besides APO?”  Anders tickled her to make her laugh. “I actually do.  We have a couple of events coming up.”

Charlie couldn’t keep her hands out of his hair and beard, “Are those fun? Or are they just like whatever since you’ve done so many.”

“They can be fun, but most of the time anymore, they’re just ho hum.  But it’s my job, you know.  Gotta schmooze it up.  You know how that is,” Anders responded by tickling her some more.  “Hey, do you like the beach?”

“The beach?”

“Yeah, you know that thing with blue water and sand.  Do you surf?”

“Surf?”

“Are you going to repeat everything I say?  Yes, a beach, yes surf.  As in on a surfing board.  So I take it you’ve never surfed.”  Anders was laughing at his bedmate now.

“Sod off!  Don’t laugh at me!”  Charlie gave him a light smack on his arm.

“Ohhh she uses Kiwi slang now!”  He leaned over and kissed her.

“I have been to a beach before when I went on a cruise. I didn’t care much for it though.”

Anders looked at her with a frown, “Really?  That surprises me, a beautiful woman like you doesn’t like the beach.  I bet you look great in a bikini or a thong!!”

“It was alright.  It kind of made me nervous especially when I went in the water.”

“What’s there to be nervous about?”

“A lot!!  Sharks for one! Then there’s stingrays, and octopuses, and I don’t like all of those fish swimming around my legs nibbling on me.  And then I got sand everywhere.  I hated that.  And I mean EVERYWHERE!!!  When we got back to the room I showered for an hour trying to get rid of it all.  And I had seawood in my bathing suit too!  It wasn’t very romantic, let me tell ya.”

“Were you with your husband?” Anders asked.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.

She looked at him, and softly responded. “Um, yeah it was our honeymoon.  So I guess you could say I’m more of a pool girl.”  She smiled up at him and gave him a kiss.

“I love to surf!  It’s such a great high!  I used to go surfing with my grandpa all the time.  I’ll have to take you to the beach sometime.  Maybe I can make it more enjoyable for you.”  Anders kissed her some more on her soft lips.

“You surfed with your grandpa?  How old is he?”

Anders bit his lip, “I’m not sure how old he is actually.  But we could build a fire on the beach towards evening time.  That would be romantic wouldn’t it?”

Charlie smiled at him, “Yeah I think it would be.  That is, as long as I can wear long sleeves and long pants so I don’t get any bugs crawling anywhere!”  She rolled on top of Anders and leaned in for a longer kiss this time.  His hands were caressing down her back to her arse slowly.  He loved her curves, especially her hips.  She wasn’t a skinny stick like most of the women he had gone out with before.  He thought he had preferred that in a woman until he met Charlie.  He even enjoyed caressing her scars. She is perfect, Anders thought. 

Charlie noticed how much time Anders was spending caressing her hips and her arse.  She looked at him,  “Are you caressing my fat?”

“Hmmm? You’re not fat. I love caressing your body.  Does that bother you?” Anders asked.

“Well, no.  I’ve always been on the meatier side because of hockey.  I just had a feeling that you weren’t used to someone like that.” Charlie’s eyes were shiny all of a sudden.

Anders sat up to hold her when he saw her tears, “Hey, look at me.  Hey, hey, come on Charlie.  Look at me.”  Anders was holding her face in his hands. “You are not big, you’re not ‘meatier’.  Please don’t cry.  You are an incredible woman, and you are perfect just the way you are.  I love your hips and your curves.  And you’re right, I am used to women who are more like twigs and have sharp edges from bones sticking out everywhere.  But you, oh God Charlie, you’re voluptuous and you have these muscles, and I’ve never met a woman like you ever before.  I can’t keep my hands off you!!”

“Really?”  Charlie was for the most part a confident woman, and rarely felt self doubt, but this was one area where she felt it occasionally.  She was human after all.  

“Oh my gosh yes! You are an amazing woman. Every time we’re together you surprise me, just like this whole hockey thing!  It’s crazy.  Charlie, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not very good with words and saying how I feel. When I say that you’re an amazing woman, I mean it.”  This whole time Anders was running his hands lovingly through Charlie’s hair.  He didn’t realise it, but he was falling in love with this woman.  He leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“Sooo I’m going to jump in the shower, do you want to join me or do you need to go home?” Charlie asked.

“I would love to but, I should go home and shower and change since I’ve had these clothes on now for two days,” Anders smiled at her.  “I don’t know if I’ll have time to call you today, but I’ll definitely see you tomorrow for our meeting, alright?”

“Alright.  Thank you for a great weekend. I totally didn’t expect for you to still be here this morning, but I’m glad that you are.”

“I am too.”  He got up and put the two day old clothes on, “I’ll let myself out, yeah.  And you, have a wonderful day!”  Anders gave her one last kiss.

“You too!  Tell Dawn I said hi!”  Charlie waited until she heard the front door open and close and then did her happy dance in her bedroom and squealed!

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Despite Anders' late start to the morning, he was only 15 minutes late for work, and he was carrying coffee for he and Dawn when he walked in.

“Good morning Dawnsie, how are you on this fine day?  I stopped and picked up some coffee for the two of us.  Here ya go.”  Anders handed a cup to Dawn who had a strange look on her face while she watched a chipper person that resembled her boss give her a cup of coffee!

“Right, who are you and what did you do with my brother-in-law slash boss?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dawn.  Can’t I stop and pick us up for some coffee on my way to work?”

“No, I mean yes.  But you rarely do, especially on a Monday when you’re normally two or three hours late!  Does this mean you had a good weekend?” asked Dawn.

Anders smiled, “As a matter of fact I did!  How about yourself?  How’s my beautiful niece doing?”

“She was pretty grumpy this weekend cutting a new tooth.  So does this mean I need to send flowers to whoever you spent the weekend with?”

“Yes!” Then Anders thought twice about having Dawn send Charlie flowers.  He wasn’t ready for her to know about their relationship yet.  “Wait!  On second thought, I’ll send the flowers myself.”

“Really?  Hmmm.  Interesting.  Anders you always have me send the flowers.  What’s going on with you?” Dawn was starting to get suspicious.

“Nothing Dawn, I just thought it would be more personal if I sent the flowers.  Now, what have we got going  today?”

“Well, we need to call the director of the commercial for the APO and find out when he will be done with the commercial, and when it will go to edit.  I’ve already been thinking about what time spots to run it and during what programs.  Here is a listing of programming for the next month for the local channels.”

“Good.  We will need to find out the price of those spots as well.  Hey, is Ty home today?”  Anders was losing focus already!

“Yes, unless he has a service call.  Why?”

“Nothing to worry about, I just need to talk with him about something.”

“Anders please don’t!  Try to focus here!  We need to do a good job with this client so we don’t lose them!” Dawn’s exasperation with Anders was already showing.

Anders looked at her with furrowed brow, “Dawn, I’m hurt!  I know we need to do a good job with this client just as much as you do.  You don’t need to worry, but I do need to speak with Ty today, preferably when you’re not around.”

“Fine!  I’ll arrange for you two brothers to have lunch together, will that suffice?”

Anders smiled, “Yes it will.  Now just give me five minutes while I send some flowers, yeah?”

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“Are you telling me that a florist doesn’t have any maple leaves? Why the hell not?  Don’t you use them for flower arrangements?”  Anders was interrogating the fifth florist that he’s talked to that Monday morning.  

“I’m sorry sir, we just don’t get asked for maple leaves here.  We usually use leather leaf and baby’s breath for arrangements,” florist number five had just about come to the end of her rope with Anders.

Anders sighed and was pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Well then where do you suggest that I go to find maple leafs?”

“Well sir, I think you’d have the best luck in looking for a maple tree and cutting a branch down that has some leaves on it.”  And with that the florist hung up on Anders.

Anders was in shock, “What the fuck!  She just hung up on me!  I’m a paying customer and she hung up on me!!”

Dawn had been hearing these conversations going on all morning and she was just as fed up with them as the florists.  “I would’ve hung up on you too after all of that!  What is it with you and finding maple leafs Anders?”

“I wonder where I can find a maple tree around here.  Do you know of any Dawn?” asked Anders.

Dawn growled, “Anders, I don’t even know what a maple tree looks like.  Why don’t you try googling it.  They might not even grow here in New Zealand!”  

“Good idea Dawn!” Anders’ fingers started typing away to see if there were any maple trees in New Zealand.

“Anders, can we please get back to preparing for this meeting for tomorrow? With the first commercial going to the editor soon, we have to be ready with our next ad for them.  You need to concentrate.”  Dawn was losing patience with Anders.

“Alright, alright.  What do you have so far…”  It was times like these that Anders missed Bragi coming up with ad campaigns for the agency.  He was always brilliant with these things. 

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“Ty!  You around?  TYYYYY!!”  Anders had fulfilled his work duty to Dawn, so now he had to find his brother at his shop.

“Shhhhh Anders!!  Stop screaming will ya, Andrea is taking a nap!” Ty scolded Anders.

“Well, you didn’t answer the first time, and I need you now!  Your wife is starting to time my lunches so I can’t stay long.  I need to talk to you without her putting in her two cents.  You two are glued together at the hip anymore and it’s hard to talk to you without Dawn hanging around!” Anders was trying not to yell at his brother because the last thing he wanted to do was wake his niece up from her nap.  But he was running out of patience.

“Anders!  Shut the fuck up about Dawn before I punch your lights out!  Now, what is so important that you come over here screaming your head off?”

“So, I told you that I was going to go out with this woman from the orchestra..”

“Yeah, Dawn really likes her.  Isn’t her name Charlie or something?”

“Yes, Charlie.  So, I told you that I really didn’t know what to do with her because she wanted to do something casual, yeah?” said Anders

“Oh yeah, I remember.  You were freaking out because you usually take women out to fancy places.” Ty said.

“Yeah, so I gave her a couple of choices of where we could go.  I told her I wasn’t used to casual dates, and wherever she wanted to go, that’s where we go, right?”

Ty was trying to figure out where Anders was going with this, “And, so, what did she say?”

“She wanted to go to a carnival that was going on the east side of the city.  A freaking carnival Ty.  Have you ever been to a carnival?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Neither have I.  It turned out to be kind of fun.  She took me on a couple of rides.  We played some games and I won her a teddy bear.”  Anders was smiling at his memories.

“That sounds nice Anders.  Sounds like you had a good time.”

“We went back to her place and had pizza and talked.  Ty I don’t know what to do.  I think I like her, but I don’t know what to do with her.  I told her a lot about myself and my history with women because I just thought that she deserved to know what I was really like.”  Anders was starting to pace the floor.

“Wow. You told her that you sleep around?  What did she say?”

“Not as badly as you would think.  Ty, she’s so nice, such an intelligent and fun person. I told her she was better off without me and that I didn’t want to hurt her, but she said that we could take things slowly.  Ty, we slept together, and it was incredible!  She has this beautiful, long auburn hair, and she has these cute freckles on her back.  And she’s so soft and curvy….”

“Wow.  Anders Johnson, you’ve got it bad!!” Ty was smiling at his older brother.

“NO I DON’T TY!!!” Anders yelled at Ty.  “I don’t have it bad!  She’s just so different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”

“Anders, sit down.”  Anders sat down in a chair in front of Ty, his head hanging low.  “Anders, I know this isn’t your usual way of doing things.  I’ve always thought that you used women like that just to keep them at arm’s length, so that you would be the one doing the hurt and not the one getting hurt.  But it sounds like you’ve met your match.  Just go slow.”

“Well, it’s a little late for that mate, I spent the whole weekend over at her house!  I didn’t leave until this morning.  And I tell you what, if neither of us had work this morning, I’d probably still be in bed with her!”

“Wow Anders.”

“Would you quit saying that!  I need your help here!  I’m so scared Ty!  I don’t want to hurt her.  She’s the most amazing…  do you know she plays hockey?  

“Hockey?  You mean ice hockey?”

“Yeah ice hockey!!  She’s from Canada.  She’s played hockey her whole life and even in college. The woman is a beast!  She has this cute little six pack from working out!  And she teaches hockey lessons here.  Yesterday I went to the ice rink and I watched her teach, and oh my God Ty!  She took off her jumper and all she had on was a tight workout shirt thingy with no sleeves, and I could watch her muscles in her back and her arms move while she was skating and teaching, and oh my God Ty, I got a hard on just sitting there watching her!”

“And there’s the Anders that I know and love.”

“Damn it Ty.  I just know that I’ll hurt her.  I always screw things up just like Mike says. Mike always said that nobody could ever love me, and he’s right.” 

“Anders no he’s not!  Get that shit out of your head man!  You deserve to be loved just like the rest of us.  Just talk to her whenever you feel like doing a runner.  Don’t block her out.  She sounds like a keeper, you should bring her round.”

“Dawn would have a fit if she knew.  She’s already upset with me because I was on the phone all morning trying to find maple leafs at a florist to be delivered to her.”

“Maple leafs? Oh that’s right, that’s a Canadian thing.  I think there’s some maple trees over in the park on Brinkley Street.” Ty mentioned.

“Really?”

“Yeah.  You know what you could do is instead of flowers, have a basket sent to her with maple syrup in it and some cupcakes with maple frosting, and then maybe stuff some maple leafs in the basket.” said Ty.

Anders’ face lit up, “Ty you’re a fucking genius!!  Could you make the cupcakes for me?” Anders was begging now.

Ty was laughing, “Sure, anything for you!  But you have to go collect maple leafs for the basket and find some maple syrup!”

Anders gave Ty a big hug and left, more pumped up than he was before.

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Anders had googled where he could find maple trees, then he messaged Dawn and told her he probably wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day.  He didn’t even bother with reading her reply.  He found the park that had maple trees in it.  What he didn’t think about was how he was going to get the leaves down from the branches!  He didn’t even carry a pocket knife like some men.  He looked around on the ground to see if there were any leaves on the ground but there weren’t many. He thought about trying to climb the tree but it wasn’t that big and the trunk really didn’t have any low branches to help him climb.  He resorted to trying to jump up to the lower branch to knock some leaves down but he was just a couple inches short. He wasn’t paying attention to anyone else when he heard a voice.

“Anders what the fuck are you doing?”

Anders turned around to see his brother Mikkel.  Great.  Just great.  “What does it look like?  I’m trying to knock down some maple leaves.”  He ignored Mike and kept focused on his mission.

“Why in the fucking fuck are you trying to get maple leaves?” Mike asked in his normal condescending way.  

“Don’t worry about it Mike.  Just go on your merry old way and forget you ever saw me.” 

“Well, knowing you it has to be for a woman somehow,” Mike replied.

Anders finally got a small branch down, and stood looking at Mike, “If you must know Mike, it’s for a client.  And now that I have what I came for, have a good day and fuck off,” Anders gathered up the branch and the leaves and started walking to his car.  

“Grandpa isn’t doing too well, Anders.  You might want to take some time out of your busy schedule and go see him.”

Anders stopped in his tracks, his back towards Mike.  He wanted to turn around and tell Mike to his face that he knows exactly how their grandfather is doing because he makes it a point to visit him every week, despite his nauseum towards medical facilities.  But he knew Mike wouldn’t believe him.  So he just raised his hand and gave a weak, “Thanks.”

Mike walked after Anders, “Thanks?  Thanks?  That’s all you have to say when “I tell you that Grandpa isn’t doing too well, is thanks?  You’re a real piece of work Anders.  You haven’t changed a bit in the last year and a half.  Just always thinking of yourself.  Do you even know what care home Grandpa is in?” 

Anders just kept walking because he didn’t want a fight with Mike, not now.  But before he knew it, Mike had grabbed him by the arm and swung him around and punched him in the face, Anders landing on the ground.  Anders took a deep breath and got up and collected his maple leaves and walked away while Mike was still yelling obscenities at him.  He just walked away and got into his car.  

He drove to the store that sold the maple syrup and bought three bottles and then headed back to Ty’s place.

When he got to Ty and Dawn’s place, Ty was elbow deep in maple flavoured cupcake batter.  Dawn walked into the kitchen and stopped dead when she saw Anders.  “Oh my gosh Anders, what the hell happened to you!”  She ran for an ice pack and immediately put it on Anders’ eye that was almost swollen shut.

“Oh you know, I was innocently picking maple leaves from a tree in the park and who do you think comes along?” Anders asked.

Ty was shaking his head, “Mike.”

“Yep.  He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make fun of me for picking maple leaves - by the way I told him they were for a client.”

“I don’t get it.  Why did he punch you out for picking maple leaves?  Which, by the way, I found absolutely adorable when Ty told me what was going on!” Dawn said.

Anders tried to smile at Dawn for what she said but it hurt too much, “Apparently he didn’t like it when I ignored him and just walked away.  And then he tried to lay a guilt trip on me about grandpa not doing well, and insinuating that I don’t even know what care home Grandpa is in.  Ty, I swear to whatever god there is, I tried to walk away even after that.  But the idiot just jumped me, and punched my face!!  And you know what Ty, even then, EVEN THEN I still just walked away and got in my car and left.  I am so done.  I’m done Ty.  I know you don’t like to hear me say it, but I can’t stand the guy and I really don’t care if I ever see him again.”

“Anders sit down and let me take a look at that eye,” Dawn said.  She took the ice pack off and hissed at what she saw.  “This is not going to go away before our meeting with APO tomorrow, Anders.  What do you want to do?”

“You’re just going to have to run the meeting without me.  You know what’s going on just as much as I do.  I can’t show up like this.  They will all wonder what kind of a guy I am!  And Charlie will really wonder what kind of a guy she’s dating!  I’ll just text her and tell her that I’m sick and that you’re going to run the meeting.  You’ll be fine.  Now how are those cupcakes coming along?”

Ty tried to smile at his brother, “Taste one.  I went with just a maple cake flavor and a bourbon buttercream frosting.  I even put a red maple leaf on top,  I was afraid that if I went with maple cake flavor and maple frosting it would be a bit too much.”     

Anders tasted the cupcake, “Bloody hell mate, you are a cupcake genius!!”

Dawn arranged to have the basket delivered to Charlie’s office first thing in the morning by Stacey’s delivery business.  The meeting wasn’t until after lunch, so the basket would arrive in plenty of time before the meeting.  

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Anders headed home for the evening to nurse his eye.  

Dawn was helping Ty clean up the mess from the cupcakes, “Ty I think we need to make a concerted effort to make sure that Mike isn’t here whenever Anders is.”

“How are we going to manage that?  Mike doesn’t come over that much anyway, not as much as Anders.  But I don’t know how we are going to stop them from running into each other here,” Ty answered her back.  

“Well, we can’t stop them from running into each other, but we can make sure that we don’t invite them over at the same time for dinners and what not.  It’s not right the way that Mike treats Anders, and I don’t like it one bit.”

Ty stopped working and looked at Dawn, “Well, I don’t like it either, but I can’t see how we don’t invite them over for things like Andrea’s birthday parties and such.  What are you going to do, have two birthday parties for her? And what about Axl.”

“Well Axl never comes around much anyway.  Does he even still live with Zeb?”

Ty shrugged, “I don’t know.  I haven’t heard from him in months.”

Dawn sat down at the table, “Ty, Anders, he’s going to kill me for telling you this, but, Anders goes to see Olaf at least once a week.  And he takes care of things he might need, like clothes, and pays some of his bills.  When the business was hurting so badly about a year ago from the drop in clients,  Anders took a cut in his pay for the sake of his business and for me, but then he had to slack off on taking care of Olaf.”

Ty furrowed his brow at Dawn, “But the business is better now isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s back to where it was and Anders started taking care of Olaf’s things again.  But when I hear things like Mike yelling at him for not going to see Olaf, it kills me inside because I know what Anders is doing.  But I don’t dare tell Mike, and you better not either.  Anders doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“I had no idea he was doing all of that,” said Ty.

“Nobody does, and that’s the way that Anders wants it.  Promise me that you won’t say anything.  Please,” Dawn asked Ty.

“Alright, I promise I won’t say anything.”  

Andrea started crying from her crib.

Ty looked at Dawn and kissed her, “I’ll go get her, love.”

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#six sentence sunday #work in progress #dean o'gorman #the almighty johnsons #anders johnson

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Chapter 81: Take Heart (The Rant Man Returns)

Hey... Hey guys, I know I've been neglecting ya since Tumblr restricted the amount of pics and we had to move to making Youtube videos. But I haven't forgotten you! Thankfully the next rant is going to be on The Paulo Show and it's going to go over EVERY CHAPTER IN VOLUME FIVE! That's right, we're closing the gap of chapters I've reviewed since Happy Hour, and since they all have to be sort-of-mini-rants for each one they should be perfect to share with you! So here, enjoy this little sneak peek at The Paulo Show Rant. Consider it an early Christmas present, and a sincere thanks for sticking with me, or at the very least... Checking in on this old man.

Chapter 82: Take Heart... A drama centered chapter that despite its multiple moving parts including Abbey and Daisy’s relationship being on the rocks, Paulo’s new relationship with Rachel solidifying and getting its first hurdle… somehow this chapter manages to keep it light, and entertaining with lackadaisical humor, thanks in large part to the supporting cast and new characters strutting their stuff and fleshing out this world including…

YA BOI THE BIG HOMO HIMSELF! MMMMMAAAAATTTTTTTT! Oh boy I love Matt, he was the best! Because out of everything, he was just a guy! He was just some friend of Rachel’s that made Paulo jealous, but he was also a person, a character, a nice guy, a likable character who just happened to be gay! And it wasn’t used to force some message onto Paulo about being gay, it wasn’t to shipbait, it wasn’t a key part of him, it was just all he needed to be… Matt! And he doesn’t steal the show, or is marketed to us as “the next best thing!” or “The gay one!”, honestly he plays second fiddle as the B-plot of this chapter which can just be summarized as Paulo going through the whole chapter crying

OH BABY YOUUUU YOU GOT WHAT I NEEEEEEED BUT YOU SAY HE JUST A FRIEND! BUT YOU SAY HE’S JUST A FRIEND, OH BABY- 

Except actually, SURPRISE! He really is just a friend, and in fact he’s gay! Ho ho, silly Paulo your relationship with Rachel is safe~

Abbey and Daisy on the other hand… Not so much. Daisy let slip her feelings about Mike in Happy Hour, and so Abbey decides to break up with Daisy.  Paulo hears about this and consoles Daisy by telling her that this whole thing is fucking stupid and they should just suck it up and be a man woman, but upon seeing how broken up Daisy is about it, he decides to help out, with Daisy offering to also help him by dealing with the B-Plot!

So Paulo decides to cook up a scheme involving…

JASMINE! Hey, Jasmine I hadn’t seen you since

Yeah… y’know I remember now why I hated your character so much and thought you were the worst character in the comic you ungrateful fuckin…

It’s okay. It’s okay. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. We’re being nice today. Positivity. Positivity. Positivity.  So Jasmine ends up relenting and helping Paulo out by using her political pull as school secretary to set up a fundraiser once he reveals that it’s actually for Daisy.   

Making this a sweet little adventure chapter as everyone gets to play a part and help solve a problem, with hijinks ensuing when Daisy’s nervousness to buy Abbey flowers leads to Paulo buying the flowers for her.  I’m skimming over a lot of course because we’ve got plenty to go over and I can’t stop to point every part that I liked, but just know that between all these points there are jokes happening that still make me laugh as I’m writing this out.

One joke that I WILL talk about is the great gag of the plan going awry because

Oh that Paulo~

But this is quickly resolved as Daisy explains that it was supposed to be from her, but Abbey is still dwelling on the past and talking about how he’s unsure about the relationship and that leads to THE SCENE. The Hook. The moment when I knew things were different.  The point where I started believe again! The scene that made me have faith that Paulo really was the guy and would lead us to the brighter future we were yearning for!

No joke, when I read this scene I actually clapped.  I gave a standing fucking ovation because HOLY SHIT YA BOI DID IT! HE CALLED OUT THE BULLSHIT DRAMA DEVELOPING IN FRONT OF HIM! HE’S ME! HE JUST LIKE ME FOR REAALLL! THIS TEEN DON’T GOTTA WORRY ABOUT NO ACNE, CAUSE THIS MOTHAFUCKA IS PROACTIVE! LET’S FUCKIN’ GOOOOOOOO! YEEEAAAAAAH THAT’S RIGHT YOU TELL HIM! And for those of you that don’t get it… let me reel it back for you, and tell you that this whole thing of Abbey breaking up with Daisy because Mike X Daisy was a thing is such bullshit.  First of all, as Paulo said that ship was NEVER going to be a thing.  The last time that Daisy’s crush over Mike was relevant was all the way back in Volume 1! Where it flamed out hard and Mike buried that shit like a dog turd on the lawn.  And abbey should’ve known that, since… well y’know. HE WAS THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!

But thank FUCK! Paulo takes charge and quashes it right then and there! It’s over! Abbey and Daisy are together again! Paulo figures out Matt’s gay and has nothing to worry about! And everything is going to be okay! The one solid relationship of Abbey X Daisy is solid and we never have to worry about it ever again. [start crying]  And nothing bad will ever come out of this scene it is  ah huh hoo hoo p-positivity. POSITIVITY! POSITIVITY! POSITIVITY!

10/10

Welcome to the Show

#rant #bittersweet candy bowl #The Rant Man Returns #Youtube

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First time drawing Jupeter, but I can guarantee it won’t be my last ❤

#juno steel #peter nureyev #jupeter #tpp #tpp fanart #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanart #my art #hyperion city #ruby7 #i love these two so much #that enby rep is e v e r y t h i n g #have i listened to my favourite episodes six times in a row? #nobody knows! #(yes) #i still suck at lighting but hey ho #really happy with the background though! #shame its not very visible XD

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Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗

My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON 

Murasakibara Atsushi

“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”

Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.

“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.

“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”

As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.

You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.

“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.

“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.

“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.

Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.

“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.

He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.

But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.

Imayoshi Shoichi

“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.

“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”

Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.

As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.

“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...

… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”

Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.

“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”

Kagami Taiga

When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.

“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.

When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?

When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.

Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.

“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”

You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.

“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.

“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #knb scenarios #knb fic #knb fics #knb fluff #knb reactions #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya x reader #hanamiya makoto x reader #imayoshi shoichi #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi x reader #imayoshi shoichi x reader #kagami taiga #kagami x reader #kagami taiga x reader

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Congrats on the followers my friend!! You deserve all of them and many more!

I'd like to request a little something with Javier Peña, with the prompt "I can't stop thinking about you" (from dialogue prompts to make readers swoon). I'll let you decide how sweet or spicy it is, just however it strikes you. 😘

Thank you, and congrats again!!

Oh my gosh, JEN!!!! I love you so much! I hope you enjoy this slow-burn, sprinkling-of-angst-with a happy ending!

Here is a sweet "confessional" story for Javier x female DEA agent under the cut!!

The bar was half-empty, or half-full, you weren’t quite sure. And maybe it didn’t matter anyway, since you only had eyes for the man with the mustache across the table from you. He stubbed out his 5th (or was it 6th?) cigarette of the night into the amber glass ashtray on the table. You watched him purse those perfect lips and blow the stream of smoke up and away from the booth. His coffee-brown eyes came back to yours, the depths of them muted in the blue neon lights. You stared just a beat too long, and then blinked.

You shifted your attention to the table and stirred the last of your drink with your straw, watching the half-melted ice swirl in a lazy circle. Maybe tonight you would tell him how you felt. You lifted your eyes just in time to see Javier turn his head away from you to watch a very attractive woman walk by. He followed her with his eyes until she was out the front door.

Maybe not.

Javier turned back to you and waved over your head at the waitress for another round.

“You really want to stay?” You couldn’t hide the little bladed edge of irritation in your voice. Whether you stayed at the bar or not, you didn’t want to be around Javier any longer than you had to. You saw enough of him at work, and you weren’t interested in being his ‘pity date’ on a Friday night just because Steve couldn’t make it out for drinks.

Javier frowned at you, “I thought we were supposed to be celebrating tonight, amiga. Big win with the arrest warrant this week, remember? Why are you so cranky?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, and then rubbed your tired eyes. “It’s been a long week, and I just don’t feel very festive tonight. Okay?”

The waitress brought your drinks and Javier tossed a few bills on her tray. You picked up your third drink (fourth?) and watched Javier watch the waitress walk away. You downed your drink in record time and stood. “Right, I’m going home.”

“Already? We just got here.”

You snapped, “No, you just got here, I’ve been here all night, watching you watch other women. Not as much fun for me as it was for you. I’m done.”

You made for the ladies room and peed, then sat there for an extra two minutes, hoping that Javi would be gone by the time you got back out. You only got up when another woman needed the stall. You washed your hands as slowly as you dared, then dried them carefully and reapplied your lip balm at a snail’s pace. The face in the mirror looking back at you was your own, just sadder and more tired than you had seen her in a while.

When you finally emerged, Javier was right there waiting for you. He was leaning back against the wall opposite the ladies room, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle. Anyone who didn’t know him well would have thought he looked casual. You knew he was pissed off. The moment you swung the ladies room door open and stepped out, his dark eyes were on yours. It took your breath away, just for a moment, but that was long enough for him to unfold himself and take your upper arm in his strong grip.

“I’ll make sure you get home safe. I can’t let you travel home this late by yourself, Agent.” Agent. Fuck, he really was pissed.

You didn’t argue, partly because you knew he was in that mood, and partly because of the sensation of his hand, large and warm, wrapped firmly around your arm just above your elbow. It wasn’t painful, but something about feeling how strong his hands were, how he gripped you sent your mind running to the same places it had been running to for months.

Javier propelled you out of the bar to his car, opening the front passenger side door and standing like a sentry until you were tucked in and belted, then he closed the door with a pop. Neither one of you spoke until he parked the car on the ground floor of the garage at the DEA apartment block. Your apartment was just down the hall from Steve and Connie, two floors up from Javier. It was cozy, mostly. Nice to have neighbors who you already knew. Not nice when someone had a crush on someone else and couldn’t avoid them.

Javier turned the engine off and broke the silence first, “I’ll walk you to your door.”

You bit your lips together and nodded, sucking in a deep breath through your nose. Bad idea. The smell of Javier settled deep in your sinuses and stayed there: his cologne and cigarettes and the breath mint he was chewing, and something uniquely him, all of them mixing and intensified in the still air of the car. You blew the long breath out through your mouth and it took most of your hurt feelings with it.

You turned to him but you both spoke at the same time and chaos reigned for a moment.

“Why didn’t you want me looking at-”

“I’m sorry, Javi, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, you go first-”

“No, you can- Wait, what?”

Normally you would have laughed together and cleared the air, one of you deferring to the other to speak first. This time there was something tense. You had been on the verge of apologizing for snapping at him, a means of smoothing things over while sweeping your own discomfort under the rug. You’d hoped that if you could apologize for being sharp, you could get back to ‘normal’ and just be work partners. Like how it was before your heart got in the way. You thought maybe if you just did that enough, buried everything deeply enough, Javier would never guess how you felt.

And if Javier had been any other man, that might have worked. But he wasn’t the type to feign shyness to help ease your own shyness. Another man might have chuckled and looked away from you, played with his hands on the steering wheel to pass a few awkward seconds. Javier used those deep brown eyes to pierce your defenses and asked you the direct question you had been dreading since your outburst at the bar.

“Why didn’t you want me to look at other women?”

You paused, keeping your breathing even. You blinked a few times but you didn’t look away.

“I don’t care. Look at whoever you want. It’s none of my business.” A lie. And he knew it. And worse yet, you knew that he knew it.

“No amiga, you do care. Or at least you did half an hour ago.” You hated how intense he could be, so calm on the outside while he drew secrets out of panicked people via interrogation. “What is it that you don’t want me to know? What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You put a hard backing to your next words. “Drop it.”

You turned and opened your door, not waiting for Javier to follow as you speed-walked from his car across the parking garage. You slammed through the door to the lobby and took the stairs two at a time to your floor, telling yourself it was necessary exercise, part of staying in shape for foot chases… not avoidance, not the fear of facing Javier and telling him your embarrassing truth. You heard his footsteps land a moment behind yours, and you didn’t bother holding the stairwell door for him. He caught it on the backswing and was just a step behind you as you approached your door.

“I can get inside from here just fine. Good night.” You spoke your words to the keys in your hand, to your doormat, anywhere but to him.

He reached a hand out to hold your wrist, and it was the most gentle touch he had ever laid on you. It matched his low murmur of, “Hey. Wait…”

You turned to face him, and you opened your mouth to repeat the lies, the denials, to try to say something that would brush over tonight’s embarrassment with a clean sweep and let you face yourself and him in the morning. But the look on his face, the way his eyes were soft instead of probing, the whisper of his touch on your wrist when normally he was rough with his high fives and his handshakes… suddenly your voice didn’t work.

Javier looked at you the way that you had hoped for months that he would look at you, but it wasn’t how you wanted this to go. This painful reveal of innermost secrets and feelings. You wanted him to want you, to be bowled over by you, not to pity you or treat you like an idiot. But still, that look on his face, it struck something deep within you and you decided that you would take that look however you could get it.

You opened your mouth to speak and so did Javier, but this time instead of speaking at cross purposes, instead of a jumble of words tumbling into each other, you both said the exact same thing...

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Heat rose in your face at your own admission, at your absolute sureness that he would peel away from you, be upset at you for feeling too much, but the minute you realized his own words had matched yours, you felt the heat in your face ebb away, and before you could process it, before you could think, Javier mumbled a quick, “Fuck it,” and then his hand was on your waist and you were being pulled into his arms and you just went limp and let him kiss you.

The instant his second kiss landed, your brain came back to life and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as deeply as you could, not breaking off even when your next-door neighbor’s apartment door opened, not when it closed again with a soft bang, and not until you felt Javier’s erection grazing your hip.

You finally broke the kiss, breathing out a high-pitched, “Inside?”

Javier grabbed you firmly around the waist and pulled you tighter. “Inside.” His voice was nearly a growl, and you felt your panties get hot and wet.

You took Javier inside your apartment, slamming the door behind you. And you finally confessed everything, with your lips and your body and your legs wrapped around him until the small hours of the morning.

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starfruit ⇾ jhs. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ camboy!hoseok x curvy!reader

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾  s2l, livecam au, smut, pwp, filth, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  one video is all it takes to realize you’re all he wants.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 20.2k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ camboy!hoseok, dom!hoseok, big dicc!hoseok, ass enthusiast!hoseok, nose piercing!hoseok, curvy!reader, sub!reader, shy!reader, nipple piercing!reader, vague mention of alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), rough sex, tongue kink, lowkey corruption kink, dirty talk, creampie, double penetration, reverse cowgirl position, sixty-nine position, oral (m. and f. receiving), degradation, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of star shaped vibrator, multiple orgasms, body worshipping, cum-eating, face licking, choking, dry-humping, a lil hair-pulling, spanking, swearing, begging, biting, clit biting, motorboating, fingering, rimming, ass job, ass play, spit play, breast play, a tad bit of jealousy/possessiveness for the win, star sparkling filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ hobi thirst hours:open

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✩ le playlist

Blinds shut, doors locked. The routine is second nature at this point. Hoseok dims his lights before checking his hair in the mirror. He sighs at his reflection, hoping this lazy look of his is good enough for tonight’s live. Already shirtless, Hoseok sports baggy, grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips, while his semi-hard cock is just barely visible. 

A good enough tease, he thinks after one last glance. Or at least let’s hope it is. 

He can’t bring himself to care too much about what is or isn’t “properly shown.” Maybe a year ago, or even six months ago, he would’ve made sure he was completely hard, his bulge unmistakingly visible through his sweatpants, and not have dimmed the lights. Now, however, it seems as though all he wants to do is the bare minimum. He’ll show as much as he needs to, get off as well as he has to, put on a good enough show to keep his viewers satisfied… for now. 

Still, even the bare minimum requires a certain degree of effort. Making his way to his desk, Hoseok scrolls through his phone and turns on his playlist for tonight. The first suggestive song tickles out of the speakers and softly fills the room. Getting off on camera is only half the job of being a camstreamer. Setting the tone, giving the audience an experience to crave, is the other half. 

As The Weeknd’s melody continues to hop between the walls of his bedroom, Hoseok makes sure his camera is properly set. Usually, he’d be making himself comfortable on his bed, preparing a variety of toys by his side to play with. Tonight is different. Tonight, Hoseok lacks the motivation to play around for an audience. In fact, if he’s being honest with himself, he’s been lacking that motivation for a while. Tonight, he wants nothing more than to sit at his desk and use his hand to get himself off. Back to the basics, the bare minimum.

He looks forward to reading comments while he searches for the courage to share his news. He’s been thinking about this for a while, thinking about retiring from this kind of work. After three years of being on this site, he has cultivated a good following of viewers, but now the entire ordeal just seems… tiring. He loves sharing parts of himself to the camera, some more than others, but it feels like a chapter of his life that he has somewhat outgrown. Now, the entire job feels more like a chore. Not much pleasure, besides the one he stimulates himself, can be found before a camera anymore. 

There’s something about the distance between him and others that he somewhat loathes now. Before, Hoseok found the disconnect, the stringless affair of live after live to be a comfort. He believed he could come and go as he pleased. He’d have fun with others at a safe enough proximity to fool around without the fear of catching serious feelings. It was a solid plan, until it wasn’t. All Hoseok craves now is that spark between him and another. And the more time he spends live streaming, the more he realizes how lonely it is. 

His camera starts to flash, signaling it’s going to start recording in about fifteen seconds. Hoseok lets the red gleam pull him out of his thoughts as he stands up. He shoves his hands in his pockets and tenses his stomach a bit. He doesn’t have ripped abs, but he’s fit enough to give off that impression. The light stops flashing, shining a bright red to let him know the live has started. Cutting just under his nose, the camera captures his entire torso and just a bit under his hips. Views immediately pour in as do comments and some cash. 

Hoseok chuckles a bit, watching as viewers beg him to drop his pants. The attention is just enough to get him fully hard. That’s one crutch Hoseok seems to have trouble letting go of; the attention. 

Licking his lips, he starts to palm himself through his pants. He lets out a shaky sigh then pulls his chair forward and takes a seat once again. He leaves some room between him and the desk though as he slouches a bit and makes sure that they can see his hard-on through his loose sweatpants. With the camera rolling, Hoseok has no other choice but to play along, one last time at least. 

“Hey,” he forces a smile. “Everyone ready for a relaxed night?”

[agustwantsthatd] : no toys tonight?

He shakes his head. “No toys,” he replies, continuing to rub himself over his pants. “Nothing fancy tonight. I hope that’s alright.”

Hoseok laughs to himself a bit at the mixed reactions. His aim to have a relaxed evening costs him a couple thousand viewers. In the past, something like that would’ve scared him enough to make him immediately drop his pants and move the show to his bed. But, now, he really can’t bring himself to feel even the slightest bit worried.

Just a few less people to break the news to. 

Comments begging him to just take his sweats off start to stack. Hoseok runs his tongue across his teeth, puffing his bottom lip out while glaring at the comment section. He doesn’t appreciate being told what to do very often. Most of the time, he just does what he wants while talking to some to his audience like he’s fucking them instead of whatever toy he usually goes for. His patience for their attitude is wearing thin. They almost don’t treat him like a real person sometimes, talking to him like an object. It may have been what he wanted before, the distance, the ability to keep himself unattainable, but now it’s becoming something of a pet peeve.

[starfruit340] : it’s only been a day, but i’ve missed you. Hope you’ve been well.

Hoseok only just catches the kind comment before it’s casted off by another pile of demands, smiling at his screen. That Starfruit is always too nice for her own good. All her comments are gentle requests, sometimes even sweet nothings. Once he even caught her asking him how his day was and if he’s eating well. He’s not sure what a sweet soul like that is doing on a site like this. He has realized, in the last six months or so, that she’s been the only viewer to remind him of his humanity. Her ability to look passed the charade of his has been refreshing. He wonders if she knows, if she can tell he hasn’t been his best. 

“Starfruit,” he breathes as comments questioning his sudden smile flood in. “You’re too sweet for your own good, honey.”

[starfruit340] : did he just say starfruit?

Immediately, Hoseok regrets his words, realizing his mistake. Not even a rookie would call a user out by name. A few viewers have turned on the user, bashing her for the favouritism he just displayed. “No fighting or nothing comes off,” Hoseok threatens, raising a brow. A smile plays on his lips as some users scold each other to stay in line. 

[agustwantsthatd] : let’s not forget the real fruit we all want.

Hoseok has to keep himself from laughing at the comment. He doesn’t want to start anything else and that comment seems to be enough to keep everyone focused on him, so he doesn’t want to ruin it’s progress.

“Since you’ve all behaved yourselves,” he starts, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats. “The pants are coming off.” 

He pushes the sweats down, lifting his hips a bit. His huge cock slaps his stomach once exposed, then stands tall. Kicking the pants off his ankles under the desk, Hoseok returns his hand around his veiny member, storking himself a couple of times. 

It seems like his remark to Starfruit has made some viewers adopt her sense of concern for him. They begin asking about his day and if he’s doing well. He bites back the sneer that wavers the smile on his face. Though he would like to believe that their concern for his well being is genuine, he knows they’re only saying that in hopes to get his attention.

Hoseok can’t play around it for much longer. He forces a smile, replying, “My day was fine, darling. How was yours?” 

Slowly pumping himself, he reads a few more comments then lays back in his chair. His usual cocky expression falters, a fact he’s not very proud of. He replies to some more users to cover it up, plastering on a fake smile long enough to avoid any questions on “what’s wrong.” 

Hoseok falls silent, squirting some lube into his hand to help get himself off. He lets a few good moans out, closing his eyes and getting lost in the pleasure rather than focusing on the broadcast. His cock’s getting needier as he just slightly tightens his grip and moves his hand faster over himself. Rolling his hips into his hand, he sucks in a sharp breath.

The void within him cannot be pleased with one lousy hand job. Hoseok tries to refocus his attention on the live stream, hoping he might rediscover that forgotten thrill of exposing himself to everyone. However, the closer he gets to his orgasm, the clearer Hoseok realizes that the only thrill lies merely in the pleasure of getting off rather than doing it for an audience. 

He huffs under his breath and rests his head back against his chair. Forget the camera and the thousands of people watching him get himself closer to his high. Hoseok realizes that if he’s going to cum right now, he’s going to have to attach his loneliness to something, someone other than himself. 

The first person in mind sparkles with kindness and Hoseok tells himself he’s only focusing his energy on her because he just wants to get all this over with already. But Hoseok can’t deny the swirl of excitement bubbling in his chest at the thought of her. He wonders if her voice is just as sweet as her words, eyes just as innocent as her soul. Pumping himself faster, he can’t help but think about her smile. Is it as bright and full of hope as her comments? Or does it delicately twinkle like her personality? 

A staggered moan tears through his throat, adam’s apple bouncing, as his brows come together. Jaw clenches, nostrils flare, and Hoseok groans his pleasure through gritted teeth. Suddenly sprouting out his release, he gasps and rolls his body into his hand. Usually, he’d make a show of this, but he can’t deny it’s truth right now. The shots of cum land over his legs, some even on the ground but for the first time in a long time, Hoseok can’t care less. Chest still heaving, he tries to dump all thoughts of her from his mind but she’s tethered deeper within now. 

Stringing a few curses, Hoseok mentally scolds himself for his inability to think tonight. Any other night, he would’ve pulled up some porn on his phone way before the camera started rolling and hid the lewd video from the viewers’ sight. He would’ve continued on his efforts to carry out the bare minimum.

But, thinking of her, attaching himself to a user he’d never even properly talked to, only further proves to him how important it is for him to leave this life behind. He’s desperate to fill a void and acts recklessly. The determination to break the news hits anew. He’s sure this is it this time. He’s going to tell them.

That determination trickles the moment he returns his attention on the screen. The comment section is going wild. His words get caught in his throat. A rush of cash floods in the tune of clattering coins. Praises follow commands and Hoseok is not sure if he can even keep his screen persona up for much longer, let alone drop the ball about leaving. 

Eyes growing heavier, exhaustion slowly overtakes him. “I’m sorry for the quiet show tonight,” he mumbles, cleaning himself up. “It’s just…”

He stares at the comments, the view count, the amount of cash he made tonight and sighs. His courage falters, so that happy, hopeful image resurfaces. He forces a wide smile and shrugs. “I had a bit of a rough day, but hopefully tomorrow makes up for it. I’ll catch you all in the next live. Sleep well.” 

Hoseok leaves them with the image of his fakest smile as he turns the camera off. His entire mask crumbles when it’s over. After cleaning himself off, Hoseok pulls on his pants and tries to convince himself that it just wasn’t the right time. He just got off to one of the users. He’s clearly not in the right state of mind to announce this kind of decision.

With a sigh, he switches his computer off then the music and crawls into bed. Face buried in his pillow, Hoseok waits for sleep to wash over him and hopes, with every fibre of his being, that the fear of telling them the truth doesn’t follow him into tomorrow. 

A loud yawn leaves Hoseok as he shuffles back into his room. He shuts the door while taking a quick sip of his morning— well, mid-morning coffee. He’s not used to sleeping in since it always happens to throw his entire day off. He would’ve been fast asleep by eleven, but a neighbour of his, a couple of doors down, seemed to have other plans for the night. With all her moaning, Hoseok was barely able to get a wink of sleep. She wasn’t up for long, but just the fact that she had interrupted him in the middle of drifting to sleep was enough to keep him wide awake. Once he’s up, he’s up. There’s not much he could do about it. 

With a tired sigh, Hoseok sets his mug on his desk and logs onto his computer. He makes it a habit to check the live website for new donors and sometimes even replies to some comments left last night. He hovers the cursor over a new post, wondering if a quick broadcast would break the news better. At the chime of a new message, Hoseok’s attention darts to his inbox.

[from starfruit134] : so sorry to bother you

Hoseok brings his brows together. Heart thumping, he immediately recognizes the username. His mind reels to last night, trying to recall if he said your name again. Did he maybe mutter it again when he was caught up in the act of getting him off? His fears intensify as he wonders if any of those viewers followed you into your inbox last night to leave some nasty comments. Maybe some were so hurtful you needed to reach out to him. 

Confusion riddles his face when you debunk all his theories with a simple string of texts.

[from starfruit134] : hope all is well.

Hoseok’s fingers hover over the keyboard for a second. Should he really be engaging in a conversation with you? After all that’s transpired last night, the idea of privately talking to you has his stomach flipping with the flutters of butterfly wings. 

He doesn’t know when he last talked to a girl like you though. And the more he stares at your username, the more he craves the sincere interaction of simply one person getting to know another. 

[to starfruit134] : could always be worse. are you alright? did anyone bother you last night?

[from starfruit134] : no, no one bothered me. i just came to thank you for getting them off my back actually

A little smile plays on his lips upon reading your message. His heart murmurs, stunting his breath a bit by how sweet you can be. 

[to starfruit134] : no need to thank me. 

Hoseok’s about to reassure you that the entire interaction was his fault when you suddenly hit him with a question he wasn’t expecting. 

[from starfruit134] : have you really been alright? you didn’t seem like you were feeling well last night.

You noticed? Hoseok furrows his brows, sitting back in his seat. His fingers brush against the letters as he tries to come up with a good enough lie, but he really can’t bring himself to type one out. He wonders how much you’ve picked up on. Can you see through his entire persona or just the fact that he’s lost the motivation to put in the same effort? 

Swallowing thickly, Hoseok hopes his reply is enough to keep your questions at bay.

[to starfruit134] : just an off day 

[from starfruit134] : ahhh i see.

[from starfruit134] : well, i have something for you. 

[from starfruit134] : has sent a video

Hoseok bites his lip, a single brow quirking at the thumbnail. The first thing he notices is ass. Curved so beautifully, your ass struggles to remain contained in your yellow panties. If he had known you were this thick, he would’ve thought of you sooner. With a tilt of his head, he stares at your plump cheeks, smirking at hints of cellulite and lining stretch marks. A light blush colours his face and he has to pull himself out of the trance of the picture to properly return his attention to your messages.

[from starfruit134] : you must get this a lot. these kinds of videos.

You aren’t wrong. He receives videos like this multiple times on a daily basis. However, not a single one of these people have ever been so… kind. Many of them demand that he watch them, which only turns him off. Yes, maybe once or twice, Hoseok appreciates a guiding hand in his sexual endeavours online. But, off camera, all he wants is to be spoken to with a bit more kindness. It’s for this reason that he usually deletes all those videos without a second thought.

[from starfruit 134] : i don’t mean to bother you with mine. but, you looked so exhausted last night and i wanted to show you how much i appreciate your dedication to still live stream.

[from starfruit134] : also i’d love it if you could tell me what you think? maybe even offer a few pointers? i’m thinking about starting one of my own lives and i just wanna make sure i’m good enough.

The first message has him smiling, but the second one fades any happiness he thought he held. Of course, you’re here for a favour. Were your previous messages about his well-being serious, or were you just buttering him up to get him to comment on your video? Do you even really appreciate his efforts to put on a show? 

His mind laps around a million doubts, but his heart intercepts the discussion with the reminder of your usual attitude and presence. You’re considerate, that fact being clear in the way you’ve always put his needs before yours. And even though he really is just some guy online, you’ve always treated him with a degree of humanity that others lacked. He doesn’t blame them, as he’s admitted to himself that he’s the one provoking their feral reactions. But the fact that you can switch between the two so seamlessly means something to him. A little sigh pushes past his lips. You’ve always seemed sincere enough, so why shouldn’t he give you the benefit of the doubt? 

Hoseok sits back in his chair and rubs his chin, staring at that thumbnail. Just from a first glance, he knows you’d do well. A lot of the cam business centres around superficial tendencies and he can’t deny your beauty. He could easily ignore your message, like he does with others, or pretend to have viewed it and reply with a single word, “good.” But, something within him can’t let you go that easily. 

Licking his lips, Hoseok reaches for the lube. He’s getting hard anyways and there’s still a whole day before his next live. After putting on his headphones, Hoseok takes a deep breath and starts the video, full screening it to make sure he gets every angle of your ass. 

Lights dimmed, you smile shyly at the camera. A string of star shaped lights twinkle behind you, illuminating your room with a sensual glow. The quiet beat of a suggestive song can only just be picked up by the camera as you run a hand through your hair and toss it to the other side of your head. You’ve created quite an ambiance for him, one he definitely finds himself craving. 

“Hi,” you giggle, biting your lip nervously. “I hope this is okay. I’ve never really done this before. You make it look so easy every night.” 

Hoseok can’t help but smile with you, setting the lube down to just admire your cuteness for now. He just knew you had a stellar smile. Someone that nice has to have a cute smile to match it.

Fuck, she’s adorable. 

He can’t keep his eyes off yours, even with your breasts squished in that tight shirt of yours. You have this endearing innocence that he’s not so used to. Dressed so slutty, looking so precious, you sit at your desk with your bed behind you. Hoseok is suddenly charged with the urge to ruin you, just laying you down on your bed and dicking you down so good, you’d never want to leave his side. He’s not really sure what you were so worried about. It’s rather obvious to him that you’d do great as a camgirl. Yet, the thought makes his heart twinge. 

“Hmm,” you hum, looking up. 

Hoseok can’t believe how cute you look even when you’re just thinking. He glances at the time of the video, cursing himself when he sees it's only been ten seconds and he’s already whipped for you. He wonders if this is an act, if you know exactly what you’re doing. One look into your nervous eyes let’s him know you’re clueless to your own charms.

“Well, I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time. You looked…” you trail off, chewing on your lip before slightly shaking your head and changing the course of your sentence. Still, Hoseok can fill in the blank you’ve left. You can tell he’s been off his game, he concludes. Now the question remains: how long have you known?

“I just wanted to know from the best if I’m cut out for this kind of…” Pausing, you search for the right word. “Fun.” 

With a deep breath, you let your shoulders fall a bit and let your gaze wander only to look back at the camera like you just remembered something. “Oh, I guess I should show you what I’m wearing first, right? Why am I asking? He can’t reply.”

Hoseok chuckles a bit at your little rant. He licks his lips to whisper, “it’s okay, honey. Show me what you’ve got.”

As you get up, Hoseok shifts in his seat. Jaw going slack, he has to remind himself to breathe. You stand up and show off that tiny, little yellow crop top you’re wearing with those matching lace panties that hug your curves all too well. Fisting his hands, Hoseok lowly growls, wanting to rip them right off while he’s thrusting into you. He knows he’s barely seen anything yet, but he’s already nudging his underwear off. Inhaling a sharp breath, he watches his screen intently as you slowly show off your body. Giving your back to the camera, you cup the underside of your ass then use your fingers to shake each cheek. Your ass jiggles even though you’ve barely touched it. 

“Oh, shit,” Hoseok sighs, melting back into his seat. How the fuck can it move like that? With each shake, your cheeks bounce up in waves. He rests a hand over his mouth, brows furrowing, as he watches you tease the fuck out of him. At least three new ways to fuck you come to mind every time you shyly look over your shoulder at the camera.

You give each cheek a good rub then stand with your legs hip length apart and lean forward enough to just stick your ass out. Hoseok’s just about to wonder what you’re up to when you start to bounce a bit on the balls of your feet. The waves return, ass clapping loudly, effortlessly with each jump. Hoseok has lost all ability to give a shit if his roommates are home or not. He groans out at the sight and tilts his head a bit, thinking it’s going to give him a better view. 

You’ve perfected that move. Catching glimpses of cellulite, Hoseok smiles to himself at your natural beauty. He almost forgot you were a natural girl. He wonders how natural you’ve left your pussy for him.

As you continue to make a show of your ass, his hand hovers over the timeline of the video. He debates on whether or not he should just skip to the parts where you’re finally naked and pleasing yourself to the thought of him. But, with every second that you clap or shake your ass, Hoseok concludes that he really doesn’t want to miss a second of you. Moving his cursor to the side, Hoseok settles on letting you tease him for a little while longer. 

You giggle as you look at the lens over your shoulder and stand up straight again, suddenly getting shy. Hoseok smiles and chuckles a bit with you, not able to resist how adorable you are. He lets out a hissing sigh, trying to figure out why the fuck this didn’t happen sooner. The thought of you last night got him off, the sight of you this morning has transported him into uncharted grounds. He’s never sure what he should be doing. Sometimes, he’s too entranced by your beauty to do anything at all, and other times his hand acts on his own. Taking a deep breath, Hoseok decides to simply stroke himself a bit for now, watching as you pick up the camera and set it up just in front of your bed.

You crawl over the sheets, oblivious to how good of an angle the camera has of your ass. “I just finished watching your live and I didn’t touch myself just so I can show you how wet you get me,” you say as you seat yourself in front of your pillows and spread your legs. 

Hoseok mutters a quiet, “oh god,” when his eyes fall on the big, dark wet patch between your legs. Even your inner thighs look slick and sticky. You pull the hem of your panties aside to show him the mess he’s made. Hoseok smiles when he sees that you’ve trimmed the hair up for the most part, leaving a little patch on the top part of your pussy. Fate is cruel to present his perfect girl yet keep her so far away. Hoseok can’t fight the frustration festering in his heart at the reality of your separate worlds. 

But as you continue your discovery of pleasures, Hoseok can’t dwell on the misfortune of your shared distant fate. You’re too cute to deny attention, not like Hoseok has much of a choice to do so when you’re offering yourself up to him on a star speckled platter. 

You tug on your folds with your other hand, fingers in the shape of a ‘V,’ to properly show him how ready you are. Swollen and sensitive, your pussy is drenched with your wetness. 

His eyes twitch, roll back at the sight. Never has he been this fucking turned on before. He huffs a breath, trying to regain his composure as you further spread your legs. Biting on your lip, you look to be lost in thought, looking up at the camera in wonderment. 

“Hmm,” you hum again, making Hoseok’s heart flutter. “I think I’ll just take this off. Might be easier to play that way,” you give him a single shoulder shrug. 

Hoseok lowly moans and nods. His strokes become a bit fast as he watches you pull your panties off and toss them somewhere in your room. Keeping your legs spread, you pull up your shirt and expose your breasts. Hoseok pauses the video, removing his hand from his already twitching cock as he leans his elbows on his desk. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm himself down because he knows that if he doesn’t he’s going to cum just from the sight of your duality. 

Sneaking a glance at your frozen image on his screen, Hoseok quietly moans to himself. Your shirt is still on but rolled up to display your tits. He can’t believe that someone as shy and innocent as you also has a nipple piercing. He can definitely tell that you have a slutty side, but you don’t like showing it often. The fact that you’re even exposing yourself to him like this is enough to make him want to have you all for himself. He’s not usually possessive but he just can’t stand the thought of you posting videos like this for everyone else. 

Playing the video again, Hoseok sits back up in his chair and just watches you for now. He decides he’s not going to touch himself yet until he sees you finally start to play with yourself. He wants to see you enjoy yourself first before indulging in his own pleasures. He also figures it might be the best way to hold off on his impending orgasm.

You shyly smile at the camera and pinch your nipples, rolling the buds between your fingers. Hoseok smiles, groaning to himself as you quietly giggle and bite your lip. He can see that, in this moment, you’re putting up an act, and he’s loving it. It’s not as adorable as when you’re unintentionally cute and nervous, but it’s just as sexy. 

Nervously sliding a hand down to your pussy, you cup your pierced breast with your other hand and gently massage it. You land a few light slaps on your pussy, moaning louder with each hit. Hoseok’s drooling, though he doesn’t pay much mind to that. Completely enthralled by the sight of you looking so pleased, he doesn’t even realize he has leaned forward so close that his face is only a few inches away from the screen. All he can think about is burying himself between your legs and drowning in your pussy. 

A high pitched moan escapes you as you start to lazily rub your clit with your fingers. Your other hand moves from your breast to rest behind you as you lean back and get yourself comfortable. Gazing down at your own work, you moan again, sighing contently as you gather more of your wetness and further rub it against your needy bud. 

Pause. 

Hoseok leans back in his seat, rubbing his face with his hands. If you were here right now, he’d seat you on his lap and help guide your bounces on his throbbing cock. What kind of game do you think you’re playing? You have to know how fucking hot you are. Hoseok begins to wonder if you’re even really looking to get pointers or if you’re just here to show off. You’ve already set the scene, and look the part. There’s not really much left to it. Maybe his use of your name last night switched something in you. However, judging by how nervous you are, he assumes you must really be looking for pointers and not just showing off because he noticed you. Though, if he’s being honest with himself, you’re too fucking hot to not know it yourself. 

He chews on his lower lip as he debates on what he should tell you. Just a couple of minutes in and Hoseok is willing to transfer all his funds to you if you were a live streamer like he was. But the idea of sharing you with everyone else is not something he’s particularly fond of. Pushing that thought aside, Hoseok ignores the disheartening feeling swimming in his chest from the mere thought of someone else witnessing your precious figure like that. He decides to simply focus on the video and not take you out of its context so much anymore. You’re just some hot girl on a screen, he tells himself, nothing to be overtaken by.

Play. 

You slap your pussy again, squealing giggles then looking up at the camera shyly. Hoseok blushes, licking his lips at how fucking cute you are. With a gasp, you look between the camera and your pussy. Hoseok furrows his brows, wondering what’s got you all worked up now. You shift closer to the edge, grabbing the camera and bringing it down to your wet pussy.

Hoseok’s face flushes red as your entire wetness is in HD. He assumes this must be what his view would be like if you were here with him right now. However, that’s not what’s got him all choked up and breathless. You move your fingers up off your pussy and Hoseok growls loudly at the sticky string of juices that connects your pussy to your fingers. You giggle, in the process of placing the camera back in it’s spot when he pauses the video once more.

This can’t be real. No one this hot has ever even looked at him twice. Those other girls that flood his inbox are beautiful but you’re fucking enchanting. Fuck, not taking you out of context. You did that yourself when you sent him this video looking that cute and irresistible after a handful of messages worrying over his well being. You’ve made yourself more real than your video, obscured his senses with your endearing personality and beautiful body. 

Minimizing the full screen for a second, Hoseok clicks back to his inbox in a different tab and deletes all the other videos from the other girls, even resorting to blocking them, leaving your messages behind. He clicks back to your video, full screening it again. He’s decided: you’re all he wants.

After playing the video again, Hoseok leans forward and watches as you reset the camera on your bed and lay back into your pillows. 

“I’m wet enough for a toy,” you think out loud, making Hoseok smile. His cheeks hurt a bit from how much you’ve got him grinning throughout the first three minutes of your video. 

You reach into your night table, grabbing a yellow star shaped toy, bulky with curved edges, from the first drawer. You show it to him with a smile, and he breaths a chuckle, completely taken by your charming antics. You shove the toy into your mouth, wetting it even more and lean back over to reach for something else. Legs still spread, pussy still glistening, you rummage through the drawer for a moment longer. 

Though your cunt is on full display for him, Hoseok focuses his attention on your face, enchanted by how cute you look when you're focused on something. You have the long string of the yellow toy dangling out of your lips, looking like you’re sucking a lollipop as you finally find what you’re looking for and pull it out to show it to the camera. The long, golden cylinder remote operates the vibrator, Hoseok realizes. 

Taking the vibrator out of your mouth, you set the remote down. You move the wet toy between your folds, drenching it in your juices before tugging on your pussy’s lips and shoving the toy in. Your brows furrow, mouth hangs open as you slowly slide it in, squealing in the process. You swallow thickly once it’s in, the rubber line hanging out of it just like it did in your mouth. 

“If you were here,” you start as you pick up the remote again. “I’d let you control it.” Smiling to the camera, you flip your hair off your shoulder and suck on your bottom lip. 

“Let me?” Hoseok questions under his breath. He can tell from the way your eyes sparkle with mischief that you’re choosing your words carefully. You’re egging him on, knowing he’s the dominant type. As you turn the vibrator on at its lowest setting, Hoseok can’t shake the feeling that you’d love the feeling of his tongue between your folds, maybe even a bit lower. Watching you make yourself comfortable, he scoffs, “Honey, I can ruin you.” 

You keep the remote beside you as you close your eyes and enjoy the little stimulation. Hoseok pumps some lube in his hand and starts to stroke himself again, wanting to match the same level of stimulation you’re getting to feel as though he’s there with you. You must have been getting a bit impatient with yourself though, because not even seven seconds later, one hand is on your clit, rubbing harsh circles around it, while the other is on the remote, turning up the intensity of the vibrations.

Caught in the pleasure, your thumb trembles over the buttons, the vibrator suddenly being heard clearly over the camera. With the loud hum of your toy and the symphony of moans escaping you, the music can barely be heard. It’s just you, him and that star shaped vibrator you’ve seemed to lose all control over. A screech tumbles out of you as the remote falls out of your hand and onto the floor. You let out a moan of frustration while the vibrator goes crazy inside you. 

Hoseok can’t help but smile at your horny, clumsy state. He’s so enraptured by your annoyed yet pleased sounds that he doesn’t even realize he’s been jerking his cock to a fast pace for the last little bit. 

You lay back in your pillows, seemingly accepting your fate as your body jolts and eyes roll back with every buzz of pleasure. High moan after moan tears out of you. You beg him to never stop, grinding your hips up and Hoseok can’t help but wonder what he’s doing to you exactly in your mind that’s making you this needy. 

“O-oh, fuck yee-eess,” you manage to whine. You have your arms framing your breasts, pushing them together for him to admire as you get yourself off. While one hand gingerly plays with one of your nipples, your other hand rests near your mouth, sucking on your trembling fingers like you’re trying to stay quiet. 

“Fuck, just scream,” Hoseok whispers under his breath. What he’d give right now to have you scream his name. He moans loudly at the sight of your riling on your bed, so captivated by your pleasure, as he jacks himself off at a speed he never thought he could. 

Your moans get higher pitched by the second and Hoseok realizes that you’re getting closer. Hips shooting up, you finally cry out all your moans and whines as you cum. Hoseok’s eyes widen at the sight, breathlessly whining to himself as you roll your hips up to ride your orgasm out. 

Face lost in the pile of pillows behind you as you throw your head back, all Hoseok can really see is your slick gleamed pussy. Hints of your orgasm leaks out of you before you flip to your side and pull your knees up to your chest. Whimpering quietly into your pillow, you bounce a bit on your bed. 

Hoseok swallows hard. Going to lick his lips, he notices another trail of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t make an effort to wipe it away, one hand too busy pumping his needy cock while the other’s clutching onto the chair’s armrest. Knuckles whitening, he tightens his grip and lets out a dark moan at the sight of you overstimulating yourself because you’re just that needy. 

Sitting up again, you run a hand through your hair and try to spread your legs. They’re still shaking; you’re still shaking. Eyes wet with horny tears, you let a few loud moans slip pass your pouty lips. “Fu-ck,” you stutter, eyes rolling back a bit as you hold onto the underside of your thighs. He can tell you’re doing your best to keep your pussy visible for the camera. You’re trying desperately to hold your legs apart, but with all that uninterrupted friction, you’re struggling. Knees knocking together, blocking your breasts and pussy from view, you can’t seem to keep your body under control. 

All previous attempts to remain quiet have fully been discarded. As Hoseok previously requested, you start screaming out your pleasures. Falling back into your pillows, body shuddering, you put all your strength in pulling your legs apart and scream at the instant pleasure it provides. Hoseok furrows his brows, chest heaving as he watches you toe the line of your next orgasm. 

You start to rile in place again, choking on a sob-like moan. Hoseok lets out a little sigh at the sound, swearing to himself that it sounds all too familiar. He doesn’t dwell too much on the familiarity, though, as you enjoy your next high. 

Then you suddenly sit up, eyes wide. “Holy shit,” you practically sob, quickly pulling the vibrator out and letting all your juices squirt out of you. You hold the vibrator to your clit and cry out as your release sprays all over you, the bed and the camera. Shutting your eyes, you stick your tongue out to catch a quick taste of yourself before looking back at the camera and squealing. 

Hoseok jumps back a bit, as if he too is getting squirted all over. His orgasm suddenly overtakes him just from the sight of you tasting yourself then trying to save the camera all while still holding the vibrator to your clit and squirting whatever you have to offer. The way you’re still desperate for stimulation even after possibly ruining your camera has him almost shaking. Ropes of his cum fall all over his desk, streaking his screen and keyboard, but he couldn’t care less. You’re both a fucking mess and he likes it that way. 

You finally discard the vibrator, letting it continue to buzz on your bed and fall back. Your body shudders a bit and you bring your knees up to your chest, letting your orgasm course through you for a minute longer. “Well, shit,” you whisper to yourself. Slowly, you unfold yourself and sit up to wipe the camera off with the hem of your shirt. Laying back onto your pillows, you’re breathless, eyes heavy and breasts heaving as you giggle quietly at the lens. “I don’t know if you could tell, but that wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe I’m not cut out for this camgirl life afterall.” 

You’ve got that shy look in your eyes again, and Hoseok only cleans his screen to get a better look at you. He’s still pumping himself, not completely drained and satisfied just yet. And though you look a bit fucked out, he can tell that you can definitely go for another round. But, you don’t. Instead, you brush the hair out of your face and pull your shirt down. He groans as your breasts disappear from view. 

“I-I think I’ve kept the neighbours up for long enough,” you nervously giggle before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

Hoseok huffs, sitting back in his seat. Another couple of rounds won’t make a difference then, will it? He thinks to himself as you wish him well and hope you’ve done a good job. A breathy chuckle escapes him at your words. He can’t believe you could be this clueless to your own charms. It’s clear to him, as it would be to anyone else who would watch your lives if you were to make them, that you’re absolutely perfect. 

Glancing down at the throb between his legs, Hoseok finds himself hardening once again just from the thought of you. The last stilled image of you reaching back to turn the camera off, a clear shot to your breasts, nipple stud in full view, has him squirming in his seat a bit. 

From the yellow glow of your username, Hoseok knows that you’re still online. But with his cock still craving another round of your beauty, he decides against giving you an answer yet. He tells himself he needs to watch your video one more time. Or maybe even three. Just to be sure. 

After wiping his desk down from his last orgasm, Hoseok restarts the video. He pumps a bit more lube in his hand and smiles as you greet him through the camera. 

“Hi. I hope this is okay. I’ve never really done this before. You make it look so easy every night.”

You sit atop of the washing machine, your roommate, Minh, across from you. After how your night ended, you needed to wash your bedding. Upon hearing you mention leaving this morning, she decided it’s time to clean her laundry too and tagged along. You don’t really mind it. All you hope is that she doesn’t ask too many questions about why you’re washing your sheets earlier than usual. 

You knock your feet against the washer window and try to soothe the quick beats of your anxious heart while she reads peacefully. It’s been exactly four hours since you’ve sent him the video you took of yourself last night. You know he’s online. The golden glow of his name tells you as much anyways. You’re not sure if he has looked at your message though. Maybe he’s ignoring you, or worse. He’s blocked you. You swallow back a nervous lump in your throat at the thought and tell yourself that you’re being ridiculous. 

“Stop,” Minh sighs, looking up from her book. 

You still your legs, muttering a quiet apology. As she turns back to her book, you wonder if it was your mention of last night that’s thrown him off. He did look uncomfortable, most of the time lost in his own world. But, maybe he didn’t want anyone else to know that. Maybe the fact that you brought it up has turned him off. 

BUZZ!

Your heart nearly tumbles out of your chest at the sound. Hands darting to the phone, you quickly unlock it to look at your notifications. Your eyes light up when you see his username. Lips trembling, you tap the notification and wait anxiously for the app to load to his message. 

[from hopeonthescreen340] : i can’t imagine a moment of you like this being a bother

A little gasp escapes you at his response. You blink, once, twice, three times, trying to make sure that what you’re reading isn’t just some hopeful thinking you’re projecting simply because you find yourself completely and utterly infatuated by him. Reading the message over and over again, you try your best to fight off the smile playing on your lips. You know full well that you can’t come up with something witty to send back if you get all giddy. 

His comment is cute but you got an earful from Mrs. Jiwoo across the hall asking that you bring men over at an earlier time to get that over with sooner. Minh was completely confused, having spent the night out with a few friends. You had to later explain to her that Mrs. Jiwoo has no idea what she’s talking about. And though both conversations were mortifying, you’re somewhat relieved Mrs. Jiwoo didn’t think you were alone, getting off to some guy on a screen, and that Minh bought your excuse. 

[from hopeonthescreen340] : i think this site would crash if you started up your own livestream honey

The pet name has your knees knocking just as it did last night. You still can’t believe he said your username and spoke to you through his live. Sure, it resulted in some backlash, but having his attention like that was like nothing you’ve experienced before. 

Looking around, you make sure you haven’t caught Minh’s attention. She remains unbothered, flipping a page in her book. Glancing back down at your phone,  you let out a little giggle. Is this really happening? This guy must get tons of videos like the one you just sent, tons of people must throw themselves at him like you indirectly did. With that thought suddenly in mind, you wonder if he’s merely telling you all this to be nice. Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings and is talking you up just to keep you away. 

[to hopeonthescreen340] : you really mean it? 

You type and delete the message a couple of times before finally sending it. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch the three floating bubbles wave as he types out his reply. Did that sound too desperate? Your fingers tremble over the keyboard again as you let out a shaky deep breath. No. You mentally assert. Why would he lie? If he wanted to get you off his back he would have ignored your messages, maybe even deleted them all too. He has nothing to gain from lying to you. 

[from hopeonthescreen340] : with all my heart

You bite back a giggle, in the middle of typing out a reply of gratitude when he sends another message that has you shaking again. 

[from hopeonthescreen340] : but i don’t think you should host a livestream

Defeated, disheartened, disillusioned, you scoff at your phone. Is he playing games? Is that what he’s up to right now? Slouching, you knit your brows and glare down at your screen. 

[to hopeonthescreen340] : thought you meant what you said?

[from hopeonthescreen340] : i did 

[from hopeonthescreen340] : i do

[from hopeonthescreen340] : youre just a little too innocent for this kind of scene

You shake your head, dryly chuckling in disbelief. What kind of backhanded compliment is that? Too innocent? Yes, maybe you were nervous in the beginning but you thought that the rest of the video was pretty good. Heart sinking, you can only stare down at your phone. 

How could you not see this coming? You sent your favourite camboy a video of yourself with only the best scenario in mind. How could you so easily disregard the possibility of being rejected like this? Running a hair through your hair, you type a quick, plain response. 

[to hopeonthescreen340] : k. thanks.

Putting your phone away, you turn back to laundry. With a ding, you hop off the machine with Minh and get to drying. The warm, freshly cleaned sheets will probably be the new highlight of your day. So the sooner you finish cleaning them, the quicker this day will go by. Or, at least that’s what you hope.

A tired sigh fills the living room as you switch the channel again. Snacking on some cherries, you’ve taken to eating your feelings away. You’ve already gone through two packs of blueberries and a pack of strawberries. Your lips are smeared with the cherry juice and fingernails stained red. 

As you change the channel once more, your mind wanders back to the messages. Maybe he’s right? Maybe you are too “innocent” or whatever to be a regular on a livestream. You roll your eyes at yourself, knowing that’s not what’s got you so tired of the day. 

The truth is you never really had your heart set on being a livestreamer. You know deep down all you really wanted was some more attention from an online crush. You wanted to feel beautiful to him, wanted to know he was losing himself to the thought of you. To have him crave you like you crave him was your real intention behind that video. And now that you know that’s not the case, you can’t help but feel riddled with regret and stupidity. You should’ve taken what you could, taken the use of your username as the flirty, casual comment it was meant to be. You took him out of the context of the live stream too soon, too quick. You’ve got your hopes up and all you have left to show for it is cherry lips and fingertips. 

The vibrating hum of your phone pulls you out of your thoughts. You grab a tissue and wipe as much of the fruit off your hands before picking up the phone. “Hello?”

“It’s busy here. I’m probably gonna be home late.”

You glance out the window, judging how dark it already is. The sun’s already setting, swirls of golden peach hues taking over the darkening sky. Minh’s not usually home before dark anyways, but you appreciate the call either way. “Alright. There’s some leftovers for you when you get here.”

“Great, I’m starved. Hey, did you check the mail?”

You bite on your lip to hold back a forgetful sigh. “Mhm,” you lie, slowly getting up from your spot. You tiptoe your way to the door and try to pick up your keys as quietly as possible. 

Minh must’ve heard the lie in the sudden high tone of your voice or the jingle of the keys because her scoldings soon followed. “I told you to check it four times before I left. It’s probably full now. You know I’m waiting on a package. How is it supposed to fit if mail from a week ago is still in there?” 

“I’m getting it right now. I promise!” you reassure. 

Minh sighs and mutters a “you better” before hanging up. 

You sigh and toss your phone on the table by the door, heading out to get Minh’s precious mail. You were going to suggest that she just pick it up on her way to the apartment once she’s off her shift, but the last time you did that, she scolded you for not doing your half of the chores. You figured it’s better to just go do it yourself. 

Lost in thought, you don’t realize you’ve left barefoot. And, to top that embarrassing realization, you also left behind a sweater, cardigan, something to cover yourself with as all you have on is a pastel yellow tank top and a pair of matching lounge shorts. Annoyed with yourself, you figure it's much easier to just quickly go grab your mail now instead of riding the elevator up and down. 

You pad the cold ground of the building’s lobby, rushing to the foyer before someone can see you. After fumbling with the keys for a couple of seconds, you finally find the right one and unlock your mailbox. 

“‘Scuse me,” a voice mutters to your left. 

You keep your eyes locked on your mail. For some reason, you figure that if you don’t make eye contact with the other tenant, then you’d face less embarrassment. So, you mumble an apology and side stepping to the right all while keeping your head low. Your plan seems foolproof until he quietly thanks you in a deep voice all too familiar to ignore. That lively tone laced in a tired voice tickles the curve of your spine, making you roll your shoulders back.

Curiosity always seems to get the best of you. Trailing your gaze up his frame, you think he doesn’t look that familiar until- 

“Oh god,” you whisper. 

He turns to face you, face dropping when he recognizes you as well. You bring your letters up to your face, shielding yourself from the shame and embarrassment of coming face to face with the man that subvertly rejected you online. Peeking above them, however, you can’t resist the urge to check him out. You tell yourself it’s to make sure it’s really him, but you know full well that you just want to get a good look at him. 

Loose grey sweatpants, baggy white shirt, black hair in its usual middle part, exposing just the right amount of forehead to get you wet from just one glance. Oh, and that little, silver hoop pierced into his nostril. It looks even more heavenly in person, as does he. Yeah, it’s definitely him. You can feel your heart taking residence in your throat as you meet his dazed gaze. 

“Oh my god,” you repeat to yourself in a whisper. Glancing between him and the key in his mailbox, you can’t believe he lives in the same building as you. You’ve been watching his videos for about six months now. Never had you seen him around your building before, not even a bump in the elevator. 

“Starfruit,” he mutters, sounding surprised himself.

For some reason, the nod to your username draws a little mewl out of you. Your eyes widen the moment you realize what you’ve just done. His brows shoot up, the tips of his ears tinting red. 

“I’m sorry,” you rush out. “I, um, I didn’t mean to do any of that.” 

His expression immediately softens, a little smirk gracing his lips as he scans your figure. You shift your weight from foot to foot, eyes averting to the mailboxes as his eyes lock on your hips, drinking in the way your shorts sit on your curves. You can feel his eyes soon trail up and linger on your breasts. You internally scold yourself for resting your shoulders back and puffing out your chest so he can get a better view. Even after all that’s transpired, you still can’t help but throw yourself at him. 

He doesn’t seem to mind that, however, shamelessly staring at how your cleavage peeks out of your pastel yellow tank top. Clearing his throat, he snaps his gaze back to your face as if just remembering that you’re watching him stare at you. “Uh, there’s no need to apologize,” he shrugs before turning to grab his mail too. 

“I didn’t know you lived-”

“Me either,” he cuts you off, biting his lip when he realizes what he did. He lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes his head. “Uh-”

“I wouldn’t have sent anything if I’d known,” you explain. Shutting your mailbox, you lock it once more and remove your key all while continuing to hold your mail over your face to hide your shame. 

His smile somewhat wavers as he tilts his head to get a better look at your face despite the presence of your mail in front of it. “Why?”

You clutch onto your keys, avoiding his gaze as you reply, “well, um, it’s just a bit embarrassing to send that kind of thing to someone in your building.”

“And it wouldn’t be to a stranger?”

You sigh and finally meet his eyes. “For all I knew, you were on the other side of the world. I didn’t risk much when you rejec-” You cut yourself off, clearing your throat. “It’s just different when it’s to a stranger.”

He shuts his mailbox too, dryly chuckling at you. He gives you one last once over, licking his lips, before walking past you. You furrow your brows, confused eyes following his tall frame back to the building’s lobby. You can’t help but wonder what the look was for. Did you say something wrong? Maybe that whole thing about strangers was offensive? 

“Wait,” you call after him, following his steps to the elevator.

He pushes the button then spares you a side glance as he shifts through his mail. You curl a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly grabbing his attention. His eyes lock on the simple action, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. 

You hold your mail to your chest, letting out a little sigh, then muster the courage to say. “Look, I’m just sorry I sexualized you.” The honest confession has you gulping, looking at the floor in the hopes that it will open up and swallow you whole just to get you out of this humiliation fest you’ve got yourself lost in. “It’s just easier to feel less guilt about it through a stranger’s live stream rather than a neighbour’s.”

The elevator rings, signalling it’s arrival and you wait for him to make a move to enter. Only when he nods towards the door, urging you to go in first, do you step onto the elevator. 

“Floor?”

“Tenth,” you mutter, regretting every word you’ve spoken since running into him. 

He remains silent for a second before clearing his throat. Glancing at him, you raise a brow. “I sexualized myself, so there’s no need to blame yourself for anything. And, for the record, I’m not sorry about that video at all.” A blush creeps up his neck at his own confession. 

Licking your lips, you draw your bottom lip between your teeth, nervously nibbling on it. Not much of his reply makes sense. For one, it goes against whatever you thought he meant in his messages earlier today. You want to believe he rejected you since he already said that in so many words but his sincerity makes you question your interpretation. 

“So you actually…” you trail off, reading his expression carefully. “You actually liked the video?”

His entire face reddens. You’ve never seen him this shy before. He’s usually so cocky, so controlled. Not a lot can faze him. In fact, now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him fazed by any sexual things his viewers have commented. Yet, here he is. Looking flushed and, dare you even think, embarrassed, he shifts his weight from foot to foot. “It was amazing,” he whispers, looking over to you. “I watched it more than once actually.”

Your jaw falls, eyes widen. Is that why it took him so long to reply? The air in your lungs thickens as you realize that he probably got off to your video. The thought alone has you shivering in place with lustful pride. 

“Really?”

He nods.

“How many times?”

DING!

The elevator signals the floor arrival and it’s only now that you realize he only hit the button to the tenth floor. He nods for you to step out first and you obey, eyes aimlessly staring at the floor as you try to make sense of the fact that the two of you not only live in the same building, but on the same floor as well. 

With all that has come to light in the last few moments, you realize you can’t get lost in your worries anymore. Turning to face him, you offer a shy smile and say, “I’m-”

“Starfruit,” he finishes with a smirk. “I know.” 

You raise your brows in question. His grin only widens, lighting up the dim hallway like the rays of a morning sun. But it doesn’t distract you from wondering why he doesn’t want to know your real name. “I think ‘hope on the screen’ is a bit of a mouth full,” you joke.

He chuckles, looking to the side a bit before turning back to you. “What’s wrong, honey? Not used to having your mouth full?”

You freeze, breath hitching. Goosebumps prickle your skin as you try to settle your ramming heart with sad excuses that brush off his statement to be anything but sexual. However, with just one look at his smug features, you know full well that’s exactly what he meant.

“Not usually by a name, no.”

Lust clouds his eyes.  He sets his jaw, gaze hardening. Quirking a brow, he asks, “Is that right?” When you nod, he sighs. “Just Hope will do then.”

“Hopie,” you somewhat slur with a smile. 

A little smirk tugs on his lips and he nods. “Sure, Hobi is fine.” 

You don’t bother correcting him, liking his version of the name better anyways. For a moment, you both stand inches apart, staring at each other. He then suddenly blinks and clears his throat. Looking down the right side of the hall, he bites his lip and turns back to face you. You pick up on his hint to go your separate ways and nod, walking ahead of him back to your own apartment. You’re convinced this will be your first and last meeting, in which he will call you Starfruit everytime he sees you and you will reply with Hobi and convince yourself that you’re okay with that. However, his footsteps only follow after you.

You make it to your door before turning to face him. He stops an arm’s length away, features clueless and eyes confused. 

“Looking for an invite to come in?” you tease, hoping to fluster him. 

“You offering one?” he smirks. 

Mouth gaping, you look between him and the door. How is it that you’re the one flustered? That was not the plan. Hobi’s smirk only widens. You suddenly wonder if he’s bluffing, that cocky look starting to irritate your wettening core.

You turn to your door, unlock it then push it open. Leaning your back against the doorframe, you reply, “You tell me.” 

Hobi swipes his tongue between the gaps of his teeth, eyes darkening once more. “You sure about this, Starfruit?” He asks as he takes a step closer. 

“What’s not to be sure about?” You question. “I’m just inviting a neighbour over for a drink. It’s an innocent offer. Wouldn’t you agree, Hobi?”

A low growl tears through his throat before he dips his head and catches your lips in his. You kiss him back with very little hesitance. His lips taste of lemon and cream, sweet and citrusy like he just had dessert. Moaning into his mouth, you hear his mail spill in your apartment somewhere to your left. He then grabs the stack of letters in your hands and repeats the same action, tossing the mail into your apartment. 

His hands are free to roam around your body but immediately settle on your ass. Hips pinning you against the doorframe, Hobi grabs handfuls of each asscheek. Groaning and groping, he doesn’t miss a chance to make you wetter than you already feel yourself getting. 

You don’t hesitate to get your hands on him either. Clutching onto his shoulders, you chase after his lips as he pulls away. Nudging you back with his nose, Hobi then dips his face in the crook of your neck. His tongue darts out, hot breath fanning over your goosebump prickled skin. Warm and wet, his tongue swirls around your collarbone then up to your jawline. Meanwhile, his greedy hands are working fast to pull your shorts to the side, exposing your panty-less pussy.

You don’t give him a chance to see that, wanting him to feel it instead. You spread your legs and hold his thigh between them. Pressing your clit to his dampening sweatpants, you roll your hips onto his leg. 

Hobi stills for a second, only just pulling his face away from yours to watch your body move against his. A giddy grin plays on his lips, his hands returning to your ass to help guide your thrusts against him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead against his cheek. Never did you think you’d find yourself in this position. Last night, you imagined him fucking you against the wall to get yourself off, but never pictured that wall to be in the hallway. Standing in the middle of your doorway, one foot in the apartment and the other out, the two of you risk being caught in a compromising position by the entire floor. And yet, neither of you seem to care. With his body so close that his heat warms you, you find very little interest in anything else. His racing heart against yours and that excited gleam in his eyes is all you can focus on. He looks a bit happier than he did last night and that alone has you moving your hips a bit faster against him.

“Mhm, honey,” he hums before pressing his lips against your forehead. “Just like that.”

To unknowing eyes, the two of you might look like a long time couple, horny and adventurous in your intimate endeavours just from the way he holds and expresses his interest in you. You even find yourself indulging in that daydream for a second, giving into your delusions and pretending that Hobi is your boyfriend and the two of you are that adventurous couple. Whines leave you as he digs his fingers into your ass. It somewhat pulls you out of that daydream. 

His grip then circles around to your hips, stilling your thrusts and holding your against the doorframe. He flashes a cocky smile at your sad mewls from the loss of friction. “Don’t pout,” he whispers. You further draw your bottom lip and test his grip on your hips as you try to continue your movements. 

Hobi chuckles darkly, tightening his hold on you. “I know you’re needy, honey,” he purrs. “But if you don’t behave soon, you won’t get to cum at all. Do I make myself clear?” He questions before licking your pout away. 

It takes everything in you not to squirm. His voice is enough to make you needy, but his words make you desperate. You nod and pull your bottom lip into your mouth, sucking on the strip of saliva his tongue left behind. Hobi raises a brow at your actions. Gathering some spit in his mouth, he mutters, “pout,” then drops the stringy liquid over your lips. Some of it slides down your chin to your neck but, once he’s done, you part your lips. And as you drink in his saliva, Hobi licks up the trail of spit from your cleavage to your chin. He places a wet kiss to your lips once he reaches them.

Pulling away, he peppers your cheeks with soft kisses while one of his hands tugs the hem of your shorts aside once more. The cool air hits your wet folds. You whine against him and try to fight against the hold on your hips against. The longer he delays getting to your clit, the needier you get.

“Patience, Starfruit,” he mumbles against your cheek. 

The soft pad of his thumb brushes up against the short hair upon your pussy a couple of times, filling the pit of your stomach with a growing restless desire to just be filled and fucked. He’s teasing because he can, because he loves the way you squirm against his hold and pout for his tongue. You know this; he knows this. Catching the other’s eye, both of you share a knowing smile. 

Holding your gaze, his thumb finally nudges its way between your folds and grazes your swollen bud. You instantly shudder, breasts heaving from the excitement. He smirks, dragging his thumb back and forth on your clit as he watches you slowly come undone. 

His head lowers again, lips latching onto your neck. He nibbles and sucks on your skin. You can only tangle your fingers in his hair and moan. As your eyes flutter shut, Hobi fully removes his right hand from your hip, and devotes it to your pussy. He runs two long, slender fingers between your folds, instantly drenching them, and chuckles against your neck, “what’s got you this wet, Starfruit?”

A gasp escapes you as he circles his fingers around your clit. Your mind’s a foggy mess, focused only on his pretty face and how easily his fingers can have you shaking. There’s not much attention spared on anything else, so you answer with the first thing that comes to mind. Eyes hooded, you reply, “Just a little hope.” 

He likes it- loves it, fingers slipping into your pussy in an instant. A growl rumbles upon your skin in the process and you can’t fight the shivers that dance along your spine. You whimper his name, resting your forehead on his shoulder. The hand previously holding your hips still wraps around your waist. He’s somewhat cradling you against his chest as his fingers unforgivingly thrust in and out of you. Movements harsh but touches so gentle; Hobi is a god of duality. Just another fact you can’t deny.

Your orgasm knots in the pit of your stomach, only just satisfying that boundless crave for him. His body is all but pressed against yours. Cheek to cheek, your lips are merely inches away from his ear, while his kisses yours. You untangle your fingers from his hair, gently tugging on it as you do just because you can, and you wrap your arms around his shoulder in a tight, desperate embrace. Still, you need more of him, need him closer, so you hook a leg around his waist too. 

Hobi growls a chuckle against the shell of your ear as he gives into your silent, needy request and slides his hand from your waist to your ass. He lands a light spank, as if testing your limits, drawing a loud squeal out of you. 

“F-fuck,” you whine. “Again?” you ask, pushing your ass back into his hand. “Please! Pl-ease, Hobi.”

He groans, whispering, “Already begging, honey?” 

Before you can reply, he spanks you again. The smack is harder, clap louder and you can’t help but match the volume of your moans to it. Your pussy tightens, hips roll uncontrollably against his fingers. You're reaching your peak; the both of you can feel it. Hobi grips onto your ass, and it’s only now that you also realize you’re clinging onto him not just because you want him, but to keep from falling. Your knees have gone weak awhile ago, but you were so enthralled by the pleasure to fully register it. 

You’re squealing, screeching your moans against his shoulder with every wet slouch that echoes from your core. “Oh, god! Yes, yes, yes, Hobi! I’m- I’m-”

His little eager chuckles, the kind where his voice rumbles into your ear and echoes within your soul, are the force that push you off the edge… until the door across the hall opens. 

Mrs. Jiwoo screams at the pornographic sight in front of her. You quickly shoot a hand to his wrist, holding it still in you the moment you realize you’ve provoked an audience. Though you’ve kept his hand still from the embarrassment your mind’s telling you you’re supposed to have, your hips continue their lifts against his hand. The act of getting caught has you shaking with the wash of a harsh orgasm that you can’t seem to stop yourself. Hobi peppers your face with kisses, unfazed by the interruption as well. Within seconds, you flood his fingers with your release. 

The older woman is beside herself. She rushes back into her apartment as you throw your head back and moan a giggle of delight. “When I said during the day, this is not what I meant!” She shouts from the other side of the door. 

You don’t care. You can barely even hear her with how powerful your high hits you. Your ears feel as though they’re submerged underwater, mind fogging with light-headedness and body shuddering as it struggles to stay upright. 

“You fucking slut,” Hobi seethes, gently sinking his teething into your neck. 

You whimper in response, hips jolting in an attempt to escape the overstimulation of his ruthless fingers pushing in and out of you.  

“That got you off, huh slut? Getting caught by the neighbours?”

“Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think.”

The growl that echoes in his chest is enough to make you cum a bit more. And the fact that you know that response wasn’t what he was expecting has a smile playing on your trembling lips. A few strands of his hair fall over his eyes as he scans your face. He looks as though he’s trying to place you, confused by your words and actions. A smile suddenly stretches upon his lips, that tongue of his cockily pushing out.

You can’t quite think straight with his fingers still deep in you, holding still while your hips jolt against his hands. But, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s amused, perhaps even obsessed with the way you discard your inhibitions for him. The reality of the matter is, that if any other partner had wanted you against the doorframe of your apartment, fingering you in the hall for all to see, you wouldn’t have allowed it. But Hobi is different. He provokes recklessness and abandons fears so effortlessly that you can’t help but follow.

Fingers withdrawing from your pussy and into your mouth, Hobi lifts your ass so that your bodies are completely flushed against each other. You suck without much of a command, quietly mewling at the taste of yourself on his fingers. You try to hold his gaze, but his eyes travel to something over your shoulder. He smirks as he guides you inside, the grip on your ass strengthening. Curious as to what’s got him so possessive, you spare a quick glance over your shoulder. Another set of neighbours, Jin and Jimin, stare at the two of you, jaws slack and eyes wide. When you meet their gaze, Jimin quickly looks away, fumbling with his keys then struggling  to unlock the door. But Jin only continues to stare, his eyes dropping down to Hobi’s fingers digging into the plump flesh of your ass. 

An embarrassed squeal escapes you before Hobi pulls your attention away from the guys by curling his fingers in your mouth and tugging your jaw towards him. His eyes darken, face hovering inches away from yours, but all you register is the bulging veins in his neck. Kicking the door close, he whispers, “I don't share, Starfruit.”

Ceasing all sharp suckling and swirls of your tongue, you freeze at his words. His eyes soften and  flash with worry, fingers uncurl and withdraw from your mouth. He parts his lips to speak but you only smash yours against his and clutch onto his thick biceps. He kisses back in an instant, cupping the underside of your asscheeks to give them a good shake. He seems to have some sort of infatuation with your ass. His hands have barely wandered far from your backside, as at least one hand has been groping and gripping it. You smirk against his lips and arch your back so that your ass further pushes into his palm. He smacks it, tongue attacking yours all the while. 

He breaks the kiss to ask against your lips, “bedroom?”

You moan in response and push him back in the general direction you think your room is in. You don’t realize you’ve terribly misjudged your placement in the room until you push him into the door. He grunts upon impact, pulling his lips from yours with a little laugh. You nervously giggle with him, convinced he’s going to tease you, maybe even open the door again and give all peering eyes an encore, but instead he smiles and leads you down the hall. 

Bodies collided, all you can do is move with him, timidly peppering his chin with little kisses. For some reason, you only feel shy in his presence when he’s not overtaken by lust. It makes the interaction more real when he just flashes that bright smile at you and continues to hold you close against him. Lips dragging under his chin, teeth grazing the soft skin, you take a moment to admire his beauty up close. The camera doesn’t do him justice. He glows. Skin, smile, eyes, everything about him gleams, glitters, glistens of beauty. And when lacking a dose of lust, his features shine into something pure. You can’t quite tether the purity to a source, and you aren’t granted the time to as he finds your bedroom. 

In mere seconds, that bright sunshine gleam in his eyes flashes into a dark moonlight glow. He’s lust driven, sex crazed. And suddenly you’re no exception. Following his every silent command, you let him shove you onto your bed. You land with a soft grunt, fumbling with your skirt. He’s so eager to be all over you, he doesn’t even take a moment to flick on your lights. No, Hobi has different plans. His infatuation with you and that video seem to go to lengths you didn’t think were possible. 

“Turn on those lights from last night,” he orders while making his way over to the curtains and draws them shut. 

You furrow your brows. “Why?”

“Why not, Starfruit?” 

He must know the effect of using your screen name, must see the way you chew on your lips and absentmindedly puff your breasts out. In that fruity voice of his, he really can coax you in and out of your thoughts.

Hobi pulls his shirt off as he makes his way over to you. Gulping, you take a moment to admire his tan torso. You’ve been thinking about it since his last live, thinking about scratching your nails down his chest then cat-licking the faint marks up. You wonder if he’d let you do that now. 

But, as he crawls onto your bed, his eyes flash a silent warning to do as you’re told. You lean back and switch on the twinkling starlights tangled around your room. The quiet room mirrors the production you set up for him last night, once again reflecting the ambiance of a midnight showing. Despite the sunset peachy swirls, Hobi has recreated the set for your video. Actually, with the presence of his grey sweatpants and the little yellow outfit you have on, he has somehow merged your two videos together, transporting the two of you into your own private live stream setting. 

“I don’t suppose you’d want me in lace too?” you tease as his lean body hovers over your curves. 

He breathes a chuckle, placing a soft kiss over your lips before replying, “I don’t want you in anything at all.”

Your legs have a mind of their own, adjusting apart to give him some room to lay between them.  Your trembling breath fans over his lips, hesitant hands rest on his bare shoulders. He picks up on your anxiety and nudges his nose against yours, the cool edge of that hoop piercing refreshing your skin. 

Delicately, he whispers, “Lemme know if it’s too much, Starfruit. It’s never too late to change your mind.”

His reassurance is enough to have you arching your body into his.  Based on the concern swimming in his eyes, you can tell that he’s waiting for some verbal confirmation. But you, instead, put your mouth into different use. As his tongue reappears to graze the gaps of his teeth, a brow raising in question, you catch it. Hooking your tongue around his, you pull it into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. His eyes widen with every suck, warm breath heating your face as it fans over you. A chuckle or two escapes him as he watches you hold his gaze shamelessly while playing with his tongue in ways you’ve only ever thought of. 

Hobi drops to his elbows, arms on either side of your head, and presses his body against yours. The shift of his position further pushes his tongue into your mouth. Your previous sucking fest turns into a wet, sloppy makeout session. He rolls his clothed hips into yours with each swirl of his tongue, groaning as you mewl from the subtle friction. 

He seems to be losing patience, breaking the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your tongues, to trail kisses down your neck. You think he’s going to stop in the dip of your collarbone, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leads the sloppy trail of kisses down your cleavage. Before you can even register it, Hobi has his teeth locked on the neckband of your tank top. He pulls it down to expose your breasts. Locking eyes, you find something animalistic swimming within his gaze. Unbounded, uncontrolled, it seems as though every minute spent with you has unleashed yet another layer of primal lust ready to take over every inch of you. Never have you seen such passion in those eyes before, even on his best days, his best lives. You start to wonder if maybe it’s the presence of another that has him all worked up.

Hobi lures you out of your thoughts as he leans back and rests his weight back up on his hands again. Looking down at you, he admires your chest. His eyes bounce between your pierced and bare nipples, as if deciding which one he’s in the mood for. You take a deep breath and arch your back to push your breasts up towards him, urging him to just pick one already and devour you. 

A little breathy chuckle escapes him once he picks up on your hints. The pad of his thumb brushes over your pierced nipple. Slow, quiet, steady. He remains still, lost in thought before his eyes find yours again. That primal instinct that was previously unleashed has somewhat tamed itself. A little smile tugs on a corner of his lip, dimples only just visible. 

Something endearing lies behind his eyes. Something… pure. You lay flat on the bed again as you stare up at him. Quirking a brow, you silently question his motionless frame. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even seem to notice your subtle change of expression. He simply stares, admires. 

“Hobi?”

Your quiet voice lulls him back to you. He blinks, shakes his head then snaps his gaze back down to your chest, that little smile of his widening. Before you can question him again, both his hands cup your breasts. You gasp a moan, pushing your chest up against him again. 

Hobi just pushes you back down. He squeezes your tits together then dips his head between them. His wet lips push their way through only to blow and vibrate. He blubbers, babbles, saliva drenching your tits as he shakes his head between them. 

Never has a man been so obsessed, memorized by your body enough to motorboat you. Most of the time, your interaction with others lasts shorter than this. But here Hobi lays, shoving his face between your breasts. He’s infatuated with you enough to take his time. 

Moaning, rolling your hips up into his, you close your eyes and enjoy his little treat. Your hands slide from his shoulders to his back, hugging him closer to you. You feel that sinful tongue of his dart out again, licking a trail up to your pierced nipple only to envelop it in his mouth. Hands lost in his hair, you push his face further against you. You know full well that he can’t get any closer, but you try anyways. 

His teeth graze the silver stud, a quiet clatter of metal on teeth meeting your ears. Hobi looks up at you, holding your gaze, and gently tugs on your hardened nipple. In a pout, you mewl at the sight, the stinging, blissful sensation. A smirk graces his lips when he lets go. 

“You sound so fucking cute,” he chuckles, dipping his head to give your nipple a little kiss. 

He’s sweet and kind and you want to get lost in his eyes and honey voice. But, with his bulge rubbing against your shorts, all you can think about is how well he’d fit in your mouth. Using your feet, you push his sweatpants down his frame. 

Hobi chuckles under his breath before helping you out a bit and kicking his pants off. He dips his head back to your breasts, this time focusing his attention on your bare nipple. He gives it the same treat as the studded one, licking, sucking, nibbling. Mid tug, he trails a hand down your body, resting it upon your drenched center and asks, “when are these coming off?”

“When I get to suck you off.”

Your words leave you fast, unexpectedly. You’ve never been this unaware of yourself, uncomposed. Even in your most submissive moments, you’ve maintained a certain amount of control. However, with Hobi, it’s almost as though all that control becomes his. 

He quirks a brow up at you, releasing your nipple. Scanning your features, he judges how serious you are. With your chest heaving and gaze unwavering, he seems to conclude that you really mean it. 

“Want me to come up there?”

You fight off a smile and shake your head. Nudging his shoulder, you have him fall beside you, laying on his back. “I’ll come down to you,” you tell him as you sit on your knees and push your shorts off.

Hobi’s brows shoot up at your actions. He chews on his lips, eyes devouring every exposed inch of you. As his hand rests on your ass, gently rubbing it, you let your gaze traill down his chest to his tall, thick cock. It’s bigger than you thought it was. You know he’s big after watching his live streams, but you didn’t think he’d be this massive. Vein laced, precum smeared, pink tipped, his huge cock begs for your attention. You gulp now wondering if he’d fit in your mouth at all.

“You don’t have to,” Hobi whispers. You snap your gaze to his and you can see the concern that swims in his eyes. Is he worried that he won’t fit or that he’ll hurt you? 

Licking your lips, you collect any drool about to fall from the sight of his dick and shake your head. “No, I really want to.” Your tone is steady but voice breathless. Pressing your legs together, you can’t fight your need for him any longer. Without much thought, you throw your leg over his chest, straddling his torso as you position yourself in front of his dick. 

A gasp meets your wet folds and you freeze for a second, thinking that you may have acted out of pure greed. You’re about to move off him when his hands smack down on your thighs and slide up to your ass. He pushes your plump cheeks up and digs his fingertips into your little dimples. As you cat-lick his precum oozing tip, he runs the bridge of his nose through your folds. 

You moan loudly, his bold move provoking you to engulf his tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him and it’s only now that you realize, with your tongue sliding and looping around him, how thick he really is. It only makes you want more of him.

While you attempt to shove in another inch or two down your throat, Hobi laps his tongue over your pussy, favouring your clit over your entrance. After flicking it with the tip of his tongue, he purses his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. 

Through a gag, you moan around his length. Only half of him is lodged in your throat, and you thought you might be ready to take a bit more until he began to focus all his energy on your clit. You shudder against his lips. Closing your eyes, you try to recompose yourself. You have a job to do as well and you know you won't be able to do it right if all you focus on is how well he can work his mouth. Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you continue your bobs up and down his length, working your hand on the last few inches you haven’t found the courage to shove in your mouth yet. 

Hobi can’t seem to keep his volume down. Every one of your harsh sucks and slurps has him crumbling into more of a moaning mess. Your jaw aches, eyes water but you work through it, living for every moan and groan that vibrates over your needy core. And though he continues to play around with your clit, the sounds you've sucked out of him have sprinkled a bit of hesitance in his approach. His previously sharp licks and suctions over your pussy have somewhat stuttered the faster your bounce your head up and down his length. 

He composes himself quicker than you do, however. Tongue poking in and out of your entrance, his thumb slides over to your clit and rubs hard circles around it. You squeal, choking on his cock at the sudden switch. However, that’s not what forces you to pull him out of your mouth. That thumb of his drenches itself in your juices and trails up the curve of your ass to smear your juices all over your asshole. As his mouth returns to your clit, he pushes his thumb into your ass, making you pull his cock out and throw our head back. 

You’re so lost in that new wave of pleasure, all attention on his cock falters. You grip onto his thighs and grind your hips into his mouth. Hobi smirks, but he’s not happy with your actions. His free hand comes down on your ass as a silent warning. You want to take it as such but with his thumb moving in and out of you and his mouth sucking on your clit, you can’t find it in you to do anything else but whine and push your weight down on his face. 

Hobi growls against your wetness, teeth grazing your bud. Your eyes widen, and a loud moan pours out of you. He breaths a chuckle over your clit all while continuing to nibble on it. Lips still pressed against your aching heat, he questions, “who the fuck told you to stop?”

You wrap a hand back around cock, pumping him at a fast pace. Still, Hobi doesn’t think it’s enough. He withdraws his thumb from your ass and takes to fingering your instead. With two fingers thrusting in and out of you again, his mouth is free to latch onto your asshole. He licks and pokes his tongue in and out your tiniest hole while your body shakes over his. 

“Suck my dick, slut,” he orders with a growl, spanking you just to grab and grope you all over again. 

You don’t dare disobey a direct order. Wrapping your lips around his length, you immediately pick up where you left off and shove his thick cock down your throat. Ignoring every gag instinct, every urge to pull him out and take a proper breath before taking him in again. But, when he’s shaking his face between your cheeks, swirling his tongue around your hole and pushing his fingers in and out of you at an incomprehensible pace, you can’t focus, let alone think, about anything else. His cock falls out of your mouth once more. You don’t want to disappoint him, but how can he expect you to do anything when he’s making you feel so good? 

“Oh my god!” You scream. Sitting up on his face, you all but force him to take his fingers out of you and relatch his lips over your folds once more. You ride his face as your orgasm nears, a variety of curses pouring out of you in desperate moans. “Ahh, fuck yes! H-Hobi!”

He groans in response, smacking his pussy slick hands over your ass. He grips onto your supple flesh, pushing your ass up to get a better hold on your pussy. 

Your hips jolt over his mouth, eyes roll back. There’s not much more you can take. Body quaking, you warn, “I’m go-nna cum!”

“Do it!” Hobi rasps, sounding hungry and deprived. 

Your jaw falls open, high pitched moans tumbling out as your release gushes into his mouth. Hobi flattens his tongue and lets you ride his face. You circle your hips around his face, mewling and whining as you grind out your orgasm. Hearing Hobi’s slurps and laps over your pussy only makes your body shudder and jolt all the more. 

His mouth suddenly escapes your needy hips. You huff a whine, looking over your shoulder at him. Hobi has his jaw pushed out and lips purses like he’s holding onto something in his mouth. You furrow your brows, about to question him when he pushes your body into the bed between his legs. 

Sitting up, Hobi leers over your ass while you’re left in suspense with your face buried in the sheets. He pulls your cheeks apart and drops a warm, thick dollop of saliva mixed cum. He uses his forefinger to rub it around your hole, catching any leaking streaks that rush back to your pussy. You shudder as a string of mewls muffles into the bed.

“Where’s your vibrator?”

You turn your head to the side, smushing your cheek into the mattress instead and ask, “Which one?” 

Hobi chuckles at your words. As he pushes his finger into your ass, he replies, “How many do you have?”

Gasping from the blissful sensation, you try to focus on the question. You only really have two. The yellow star-shaped one and that dildo you use when you really need a good fucking. But judging by the tone of his voice, he seems to be expecting a lot. You chew on your lip and debate on inflating that number. But what will you do if he asks to see them all? 

 “I-I’m not sure.”

“Take a guess.”

You pause. Balling the sheets into your hands, you swallow thickly. You know you should just be honest, but after that mediocre blow-job, you don’t think you can handle disappointing him any further. Still, it’s better and safer to tell the truth. Besides, you know full well that you can’t lie to him. It would break your heart more than his. 

“Just two,” you finally reply. “They’re at the table by the bed, first drawer.”

Hobi places a sweet kiss on each cheek before he shifts a bit behind you. The drawer opens and closes, Hobi shifting back in place again. “Is there something wrong with having just two?” He asks as he runs the curved edges of the star vibrator up and down your folds. 

Your pussy quivers at the sensation, hips greedily grinding against it. So needy for more, one would think you didn’t just cum a minute ago. “You tell me,” you whisper. After swallowing your moans, you ask, “Doesn’t two seem innocent?”

The toy stops mid stroke and you stiffen up with it. Maybe you’ve taken the comment too far, but you can’t deny the gnawing voice in your heart telling you he’s just here for a quick fuck. You’ve raised your hopes up too high, romanticized him too often not to take what he had said to heart. Chewing on your lip, you wonder if you should apologize for your tone and suggest to just continue all this without another word. You’re about to voice your idea when you feel his lips on your curves of your ass again, the wet toy moving once more. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a little innocence, Starfruit,” he mutters against your cheek. Trailing that toy up to your asshole, he grazes his teeth over your cheek and says, “It’s what makes you so sweet.”

As his teeth nibble on your skin, you quietly whine into the bed. Hobi holds you in place as you squirm, sensing your impatience to be played with again. “Deep breath,” he mutters against the curve of your ass. 

You inhale deeply and brace yourself for what you think might be coming next. Hearing your intake, and catching the way your shoulders rise, Hobi pushes the wet toy into your tight hole. There’s a bit of resistance, as you're not used to more than two fingers in there usually. However, the toy enters just fine. It stretches you so fucking well, making your left eye twitch the way it always does when you’ve reached pure bliss. 

“Besides,” Hobi suddenly continues. He shifts under you again, reaching back into the drawer. “You’re hardly innocent around me.”

The star buzzes to life in you. You gasp and sit up as your body shudders from the sudden jolt of pleasure. From your new position, you feel his tip poke at your clit and you can’t stop the squeal that escapes you then. Hobi wraps his arms around your waist, kissing the curve of your spine and igniting your lust frenzied nerves.  

“I gotta be in you, honey,” he mutters between kisses. 

“Yes, please.”

With a chuckle, Hobi nuzzles his face into your back. The gesture is so sincere, so casual that for a second you let yourself believe this is a usual occurrence. You let yourself believe that you and Hobi always find each other like this because you’re dating. You let yourself indulge in the fantasy that you belong to Hobi and he belongs to you. The second comes and goes, but you’re still left with his warm breath fanning on your back and sweet kisses trailing up your spine.

Hobi lifts your leg, muttering, “Under mine.” He positions both calves under his thigh and sits you on his lower stomach. His hands retreat off your body and you shiver from the loss of warmth his touch always brings. 

You look over your shoulder, curious, and find him lying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head. He’s eyes lock on your ass. He admires it, studies it’s curves and the way it sits on his abdomen. Meeting your gaze, Hobi smirks. 

“Make it clap for me.”

The request has you breathless. It sparks the memory of your question all those moments ago, before things go so hot and heavy. How many times? How many times did he watch that video? 

With a shy smile, you turn back around and lean forward, resting your hands on the mattress between his legs. You take a deep breath then shake your ass, the claps subsequently following. Hobi groans behind you. You moan in response. The slow buzzes of the vibrator only heighten the act of shaking your ass over his abs. 

With that extra little treat for you, you feel a bit guilty. He’d been showering you with attention and affection. He’s made you cum twice already and all you’ve offered was a sloppy blowjob you couldn’t even follow through with. You want to give him that little extra bit of attention he never forgets to offer you. Ceasing you movements for a second, earning a light spank to continue, you lift your hips.

“I don’t remember you asking for my cock, Starfruit.” His tone is heavy with authority. It only makes it harder to ignore him. “And I sure as hell don’t remember telling you to stop.”

Another smack lands on your ass. This one is harder, stronger and you whimper at the warning. You can’t bear to ignore him any longer, knowing his patience will soon run out. “I just wanted to try something, Hobi.”

He grunts, but doesn’t say much more. You take this as approval to continue and sit your ass just before his cock, pussy resting on his heavy balls. His hands find your hips again, but they don’t grope you like they usually do. Instead, they simply rest there. You interpret this as a precautionary measure, in case you try anything without permission again. 

“Do you wanna watch it clap?”

Hobi hums in reponses, thumbs gently rubbing your skin. Leaning forward again, you push your ass back so his cock slips between your cheeks. The gasp that escapes him fills your chest with pride. A smile plays on your lips and you shake your ass once more, cheeks now clapping around his length. 

“Innocent, my ass,” you giggle. 

Hobi fills the room with that dark chuckle of his. You can hear the amusement of the joke and pleasure of the display from the tone of his voice. He smacks his hands down on your cheeks, helping them move fast around his cock. 

“Fucking slut,” he hisses as he tightens his grip. His hips suddenly jolt upwards causing you to almost fall over his lap. Hobi catches you before you slip off his lap, however, and holds you back in place. 

He huffs and hisses, moans and groans. You’re sure he’s about to cum, can even feel his cock twitching, but he stops you just before he lets himself go. “I just need to be inside you.” 

The desperation in his voice has you giggling. Hobi spanks the laughter out of you, grumbling, “Behave or you won’t cum for the rest of the night.”

You bite back a whine. Shyly looking over your shoulder, you find that wild urge resurface in his gaze again. He must’ve been really close to cumming. Hobi catches your gaze, a wicked smirk tugging on his lips. He reaches for the vibrator’s remote and turns the intensity up. You whimper and pull on the sheets in front of you. 

Lifting your hips, you nod at his warning and turn back around. You are met with your reflection from the full-length mirror by your closet. It’s parallel to your bed so you can see yourself sink down on Hobi’s massive cock and watch as well as feel your pussy stretch so fucking well from his girth. “H-Hobi,” you squeal as he guides your hips further down his shaft. 

“Hoseok,” he corrects. 

You cease all movement, already halfway down his length. The vibrator is still humming loudly in you, only just distracting you from what you’ve just heard. Did he just tell you his real name? He’d been so adamant on keeping it to himself, even refusing to know yours. Yet, here he lies. With his hands secured on your hips and cock ruining you for all other men, perhaps even toys, he tells you his name. 

“Is it too much?” He suddenly asks while adjusting his hold on your hips. 

You shake your head, breathlessly muttering, “No, it’s perfect.” 

It’s not until he’s guiding you back down on him do you realize he was talking about his cock. You suck in a breath and wait until you’ve completely taken in him before whimpering your name. He grips onto your hips tighter and growls. The reaction is enough to fill you with worry. You fear he may not have wanted to know your name, that he only wanted you to scream his. 

“(Y/N)”

His moans carry on as you circle your hips around his cock. Each syllable of your name sounds more desperate and greedy than the last. And when you finally switch to bouncing, ass clapping down on his thighs in loud smacks, he growls your name. Over and over again, you’re dripping off the tip of his tongue. All he thinks about is you, all he says is you, all he sees is you. 

Ass in bliss, pussy in pleasure, your body meets heaven and your mind overflows with everything Hoseok. You can’t get enough of him or the way he utters your name in that fruity, lively voice of his. 

You think this is all the pleasure you need when he sits himself up. He rests his chin on your shoulder, one hand sliding down from your hips to rub your clit while the other slides up. You catch his gaze in the reflection and offer a shy smile before you feel him yank your tank top down once more and expose your breasts. 

Bouncing uncontrollably, your tits are all his attention can focus on now. He doesn’t even make a move to grope one of them, too consumed by the way they move to disturb their rhythm. The mere sight of him continuously being mesmerized by you only brings you closer to your high. Your pussy tightens around him again and you can’t ignore the twitch of his cock this time. You giggle at his reflection, drawing his attention away from your tits. 

“You’re ready to cum again, Starfruit?” 

The smirk he wears is just as deadly as the size of his cock. 

You crumble beneath it, whimpering a tiny, “Yes, please, Hobi.”

He kisses your shoulder and nods, as if giving you the approval to cum whenever. Your eyes roll back, moans intensify and body seems to be losing all composure for the third time tonight. You screw your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm nearing but Hoseok replaces his kisses for a little bite on your shoulder. Gasping a moan, you snap your eyes open and meet his gaze once more. 

“Look at me,” he orders in a hushed tone. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”

You expected to find that untamed animalistic look in his eyes, or maybe even a barrier of distance to remind you that this is just a one time thing. Instead, you find affection. Within those lust-blown pupils, you find that glowing sunshine-like sparkle of sincerity. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. 

Just like that, while holding his gaze and getting lost in his eyes, your ograsm overtakes the entirety of your body. Grounding your ass into hips, you shudder, whimper and tear your sheets out from under his legs. You’ve lost the ability to hold that honest gaze of his and completely shatter from the force of your orgasm. Mind whirling, ears ringing, you feel like the wind has got knocked out of you too. Seeing stars, you can’t think straight. All you can feel is him. 

And while you’re losing yourself, gushing and convulsing all over him, Hoseok continues to rub harsh circles around your clit and rolls his hips up into yours. He further gets himself off all while helping you ride out your high as well. He groans in your ear as it rings and finally takes to groping your breast again. He grabs at anything, wanting to feel all of you as his dick twitches once more. With your warm cum coating his cock, Hoseok can’t hold himself back any longer. He locks his arms around your waist, holds you still over his hips and releases a heavy load of his cum. 

“(Y/N)” he growls as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

You lean your head back against his shoulder. Eyes closed, mouth pouring moans, you revel in the ropes of cum he shoots in you. He fills you up all too well that you know you’ll cry if this is a first and last time occurrence. Your pussy quivers from the nonstop friction, that vibrator in your ass not doing you any favours to slow the process of overstimulation. You tell yourself that the moment Hoseok is done, you’re going to demand that he take that vibrator out and give you a moment to collect yourself before even thinking about another round. 

But then he nuzzles his face into your skin and you melt into his frame. You feel him inhale your scent and smile against you. Biting your lip, you force yourself to endure another moment or two of overstimulation if it means he can stay this happy for a little bit longer. 

“Ah, shit,” he suddenly mutters into the nape of your neck. “You alright, honey?”

You open your eyes and find him staring at your fucked out reflection with a look of concern. Meekly, you nod but he doesn’t buy it. He unwraps his arms around you and pushes your body forward. You whine and whimper, wanting to fight against it since that angle seems to give a whole new wave of pleasure you’re certain you cannot handle right now. 

“Bend over, honey,” he chuckles. “Trust me.”

You moan out of frustration, your ass starting to become just as sensitive to the touch as your pussy is. Still, you know you can trust him, and bend over. “Careful.”

Hoseok kisses your asscheek and mutters, “always,” before gently tugging on the yellow rubber line to pull the star out. He sighs at whatever sight rests in front of him, but you’re all too consumed with recovering from such a hard orgasm. The ringing in your ears has barely stopped and you keep telling yourself that if you keep taking deep breaths you just might be about to settle your heart down and regain your sense of sound. 

The buzzing suddenly ceases, a little clatter on your night table momentarily filling the silence. Hoseok then slowly pushes your hips off his softening cock, rubbing your ass in hopes of soothing all those little mewls that leave you. 

He then gasps and you can already tell that you won’t like what comes out of his mouth next. 

“I know you’re sensitive,” he starts. You whine, already knowing where this is leading. “But, you need to get cleaned up somehow.”

You shudder and grip onto the sheets as a precaution. The ringing in your ears has somewhat settled, but you don’t get comfortable with that fact just yet. After a long whine, you ask, “How do you want me?”

Hoseok breaths a chuckle and you hear him pat a spot next to him. Heaving, you look over your shoulder at the vacant space beside him. You sigh and crawl over there, lying on your back and spreading your legs immediately. Hoseok runs a hands down your torso, watching as you make yourself comfortable on the bed. The two of you work around each other like this is a nightly routine, and you’re not mad about that. 

Once you’re settled, he positions himself between your legs and dips his head down to your pussy. You close your legs around his face in an instant, the sensitivity being too much to handle too soon. Hoseok doesn’t care; he works through it. He laps and licks up every part of your mixed cum. Soon, however, his hands get a hold of your thighs and he pulls them apart. He shakes his head as he devours your pussy once more and you find yourself having to tug on his hair to get him off you. 

“Hoseok, pl-please!” You whine, attempting to close your legs once more. 

Unlatching his lips from your overstimulated pussy with a little wet pop, he sits up and smirks down at your fucked out state. You bring your legs together, cross your ankles and pull your knees into your chest as the last remnants of your orgasm shudders through you. 

The bed dips beside you. Hoseok makes himself comfortable. He lies next to you, chest heaving and eyes locked on the ceiling. And once you feel your orgasm finally pass through, you unfold yourself. Your nakedness has never been more apparent to you until now. With lustful desires trickling away, all that remains is the bareness of your bodies and the hovering reality of your emotions.

You shift your weight and pull your comforter over your curves, quickly shielding yourself before he can look over and get another look at you. You freeze all over when he spares you a glance, curious as to what you’re doing. It’s like you didn't just spend the better part of an hour or so screaming his name. 

Hoseok smirks, gaze wandering down your covered frame anyways. His eyes don’t need to undress you, knowing exactly what you look like from what angle, yet they still do. He finds your gaze again, breath stabilizing, and mimics your actions. Shifting to get under the sheets, Hoseok asks, “Are you okay?”

The question stunts you. Actually, the fact that he’s still here and not halfway through getting dressed stunts you. You can only stare at him for a moment, your ears regaining full ability and chest ceasing its full rises and falls. 

He furrows his brows. Taking your silence as avoidance from the truth, he says, “You can tell me if I hurt you. I’m sorr-”

“Aren’t you leaving?” Your question sounds colder than intended. And the fact that you cut him off to ask it, is not doing you any favours. 

Hoseok can only stare back at you, speechless. He chews on his lip and scoffs a dry sigh before you quickly correct your intentions. 

“Not that I want you to leave.” A brow of his quirks in interest. “It’s just… I thought that’s what you’d want to do.”

He must see the fear in your eyes, must hear the earnest plea to stay in your voice as he shifts closer to you and tucks an arm under your head. You scoot closer to him too, sweaty bodies colliding once more. Your arms draped over the other’s waist, you pull each other closer. His breath fans over your hot face and you slowly trail your gaze up from his neck to his eyes. 

Lips less than an inch apart, Hoseok mutters, “If it’s up to me, neither one of us would ever leave.” He nudges your nose with his, brushing that hoop piercing against your skin.

Your hand slides up to his face, caressing his cheek while your thumb rubs his chin. You want to tell him you feel the same way, that you’d want to be in any moment as long as he’s there with you. But, he seems to read that in your eyes, in the way you hold his gaze shamelessly and flash that shy smile. 

Your lips are so close now, you’re exchanging breaths, but he doesn’t kiss you yet. Instead he whispers, “Thirteen.”

You knit your brows as confusion riddles your face. 

“You asked how many times I’ve watched your video; thirteen.”

Thirteen. Your mind struggles to comprehend that reality, eyes searching his face for signs of dishonesty. You only find genuineness and a hint of admiration in his eyes and the way he says, “Starfruit; (Y/N).”

“You couldn’t have gotten off that many times,” you scoff.

“I didn’t.” 

Your nerves jolt into another heartwarming frenzy as your body freezes over with realization. It’s never been about just sex, it’s never been about cameras and live streams. It’s only ever been about finding the one on the screen, finding the hope you’ve been searching for every time either one of you logs on and scrolls through comments.

“I just came back from an errand. Jin wanted cake and Jimin was too tired to get out.” He suddenly starts, pulling you out of your thoughts. You pause for a moment, realizing that Jin and Jimin have a third roommate. “I was about to go inside when I saw you walk out of your apartment. I honestly couldn’t believe it was you. But I knew it the moment I saw those yellow shorts.”

Your breath hitches and he smiles. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You walked so fast,” he chuckles. “And by the time I figured out what I wanted to say, you were already on the elevator. I was honestly about to just go back inside and forget the entire thing. I even opened the door. I couldn’t go in, though. I just needed to see you one last time.” 

He pauses to press a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. You flutter your eyes shut, melting into his existence. He continues, “I ran down the stairs, hoping to catch you before you left. When I saw you checking the mail, I'm not sure what came over me. I pretended to be doing the same thing. I didn’t think you’d be that embarrassed about the video.”

Slowly, you open your eyes and meet his apologetic gaze. Heart swooning, you let out a shaky breath and confess in a quiet mutter, “I don’t want to be a camgirl.”

“What?”

“I sent you that video because I wanted you to notice me again. And you’ve been looking so sad and tired during your lives, I just wanted to cheer you up a bit.” 

Hoseok stares, brows knitted, lips parted. You open your mouth to apologize when he presses his lips to yours, engulfing you in a whirlwind of soft gold emotions. You drink in every breath, curling your tongue around his. 

“I lied about you being innocent.”

You blink. 

“Well, you are innocent but that’s not the reason why I told you not to live stream. I just wanted to keep you to myself.”

“I’m not very happy with the idea of sharing you either.”

“I really like your ass.”

You pause. Your war of confessions hovers over your tangled bodies but all you can do is laugh at his words. He can’t hold back the laughter bubbling from his chest either, and you feel the sweet rumble of his chuckles before you hear them. He gingerly leans in for another kiss but it seems to be more teeth than lips as you two try to laugh through the kiss. 

The hand resting on your waist trails down to your ass, rubbing gentle circles around it as your laughter trickles out. You kiss him again, properly and with little tongue so you can focus on the way his lips move against yours. 

When he pulls away, he shares his last confession. “I hate streaming.”

You bite back a gasp, chewing on your lips. He takes this as a sign to continue. “I mean, I used to love it. It just seems like more work than it’s worth now. And I want moments like this more often.”

“You’re quitting,” you whisper in realization. 

He nods. 

You hum, nodding along as everything begins to make sense. You conclude that he must’ve felt this way for a while and that’s why there was a sudden shift in his demeanour. 

Pushing his hair back, you softly kiss his cheek and mutter against his skin, “I started watching for Hobi. But, I sent that video to Hoseok.”

Bodies flushed, Hoseok shudders against you. Eyes flutter shut, hearts beat in sync, and as you drift further into this daydream, you hear the lingering words he breathes into your hair. 

“You’re an angel, (Y/N). Sweeter than Starfruit.”

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[icanfixhimclub]

"You're insufferable." "I'm glad."

This is part 2 to this, so go read that first!

Blue strided pridefully to the stage, standing beside who she now knows is David, as Jack waves to everyone. "Carrying the banner!" Jack yelled and everyone in the stands cheered. "We've come a long way, but we ain't done yet. And maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on. But that's fine, we'll just get tougher with it!"

Everyone cheered while Jack started speaking again, "But also...also we gotta get smart and listen to my pal david," some cheered, mostly like Manhattan newsies, "Who says, 'stop soaking the scabs.'" Blue scoffed stepping to look at Jack. "Hey look Kelly, when me and my boys see scabs, we soak 'em. Period."

Every cheered as Jack looked very displeased. "No, no, no!" David cut of the cheering, "That's what they want us to do! If we get violent, it's just playing into their hands." "Hey look, they're gonna be playin' with my hands alright?" Spot said sternly. "It ain't what they say anymore, it's what we say." Blue cut in, scowling at David.

"And nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em." Spot adds on. Everyone started cheering again as Spot and Blue glanced at each other. "You got no brains!" Kelly shouts, "We're starting to fight each other, it's just what the big shots wanna see! That we're street trash! Street rats with no brains, no respect for nothing including ourselves!"

Everyone started sitting and quieting down. "So here's how it is," Jack begins again, "If we don't act together, we're nothing! If we don't stick together, we're nothing!" "Tell 'em Jack!" A kid yells. "So what's it gonna be?" Murmurs of agreement could be heard from the crowd as Spot and Blue paced. "So whadda you say Spot?" Jack asked.

Spot looks out into the crowd, "I say what you say...is what I say." Some of the crowd cheered but not all of it as Jack turned to Blue, looking hopeful. "I say you're an idiot Jack Kelly...but that ain't always a bad thing." Blue spit on her hand with a grin as Jack repeated the actions and the crowd cheered. Suddenly the lights went out and a spotlight got turned to the curtains, a red haired woman stepping out at the crowd cheers and wolf whistles.

"Oh boy." Blue mutters, slipping past people to leave the theater, having no mind to deal with the boys obnoxious behavior. Just a minute after she sat down, Spot Conlon did too. They sat in silence for a while until Spot spoke up, "Why do you hate me?" Blue chuckled in response, "Why shouldn't I?"

She turned to look at the dirty blonde, gaze questioning. "I can be a good guy!" Spot argues as Blue busts out laughing. "You? As if! The only thing 'good' about you is how you and Brooklyn use slingshot's, but even then my boys and me are better." Spot huffed, crossing his arms, "You're insufferable." "I'm glad."

Blue smiled a smile that made Spots face heat up, but he hoped the darkness would hide it. Then, an old man who don't look too friendly starts heading into the theatre. "Hey mista, you ain't s'posed to be in there right now." Blue reminded, standing up and blocking the door, Spot standing up shortly after.

"Move it little girl." The unknown man pushes Blue away, her head hitting the wall as Spot stops her from hitting the ground and the man enters the building. "Hey, Blue, you ok?" Conlon asks, sitting Blue against the wall. "Ya," She winces as she brings her hand up to rub the forming bump, "Just hurts a bit, nothing I'se can't handle."

When they hear the clopping of horses, they both turn their heads and see the bulls heading their way. With a knowing look, they both run inside. "Jack!" Blue yells, searching frantically, but she instead finds Bolt. "Bolt! Get the younger boys out, the bulls are here!" She's frantic and the loud noise doesn't help her head but Bolt nods as Blue flees to search for Jack.

Just as she sees Jack run, she all hears the deafening whistle of the bulls, ringing in her head. Everyone started trying to leave, some staying and fighting. As Blue saw a bull trying to take one of her younger boys, she ran to them, pulling the man back and punching him right in the gut, then kneeing him in the face when he doubled over.

She didn't even see it coming, another man landed a punch right where she had hit her head just a few minutes before. She heard the faint call of her name, but she was unconscious before she even hit the ground. Spot saw red, charging at the man, swing his fist with all his might be picking up Blue and running.

He saw an open area and ran backstage, right out the back doors. "Please be okay." He whispered, gently setting her down on the ground before running back inside, praying she was okay

"All rise, all rise. Court is now in session. Judge E. A. Monahan presiding." Blue groaned quietly, holding the ice pack against her head. "Are any of you represented by a counsel?" The judge asked. Spot, Racetrack and Blue all shared confused looks. "No. Good, good. That'll move this along considerably."

"Hey, ya honor, I object." Spot spoke up. "On what grounds?" "On the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor." Everyone laughed, even Blue let out a giggle that had Spot glancing down at her. The judge banged his gavel, unamused by Spots behavior, "I fine each of you 5 dollars, or 2 weeks confinement at the House of Refuge."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey we ain't got 5 bucks." "Hell, we ain't even got 5 cents!" Blue added on to Race's statement. "Hey your honor, how bout I roll ya for it? Double or nothing." Everybody laughed once again at Racetracks remark while the judge banged his gavel again. "All right, move along, move along."

"Your honor, I'll pay the fines," Everyone turned to see Denton enter the court room, "all of them." David entered as well, the 2 walking over to the others. The dull throb in Blue's head made her zone out, Denton words sounding miles away. She only zoned back in when she heard Race yell over to Jack.

The only thing Blue could focus on was the warmth that shot through her body when Spot grabbed her hand and lead her outside with the others, all heading to the restaurant. "Blue, get that ice pack back on ya head." Spot ordered when he saw Blue drop it on the table. "I'se fine, besides, my arm is hurtin'." She complained.

Everyone greeted Denton as he walked into the restaurant. "Why didn't the sun print the story?" David questions immediately. "Because it never happened." Everyone talked over each other in forms of confusion. "If it's not in the papers it never happened. The owners decreed that it not be in the papers, therefore..."

Blue could hear Spots heavy breathing, most likely of anger. "Anyways, I came to tell you fellas goodbye." Silence fell over the restaurant, nobody dared to speak. "What happened, did ya get fired?" David steps forward but Denton was quick to shoot down the idea. "No, I got reassigned back to my old job as the sun's ace war correspondent. They want me to leave right away. The owner thinks they should only cover really important stories so..."

David walked away in what seemed like disappointment. "They don't always fire you, David. I would be blackballed from every paper in the country," Denton tugged David's arm to get him to face him, "Hey, I'm a newspaper man. I have to have a paper to write for." David still stayed silent as Denton sighed, "This is the story I wrote about the rally. And, I want you to read it at least."

Denton took out a price of paper from inside his pocket, but David still remained quiet so Denton kinda forced the paper into his hand as he started leaving. "Bill," the waiter turned around, trying to tell Denton to keep it, "No, no, this should cover it." Denton handed the man some cash and left. David pushed off of the wall and crumpled the paper.

"God David, stop being an ass." Everyone turned to look at Blue, unready for her comment. "Excuse me?" David asked as Blue stood up. "You heard me. Denton had no control over being reassigned and he has to make money too. Boo hoo, we're not in the paper, suck it up and stop acting like a upset toddler."

Blue fiercely gazed at David, her annoyance evident. David shifted his gaze to the table infront of him. "We get Jack out of the refuge tonight. And from now on, we trust no one but the newsies." Everyone agreed, standing up and leaving. After leaving, Blue grabs David's wrist. "Hey, I'm coming with, rather you like it or not." She said, letting ho and walking away.

That night, her and the boys snuck past the Refuge gates following a carriage. David points to a lighted window, "That's where we saw Crutchy." A whistle blows and they all hide. Everyone could see it was Jack. "Where they takin' him Dave?" Mush asked as the loaded Jack into a carriage. "Only one way to find out," David took off his hat and waited for the carriage to leave." I'll meet you guys by the square."

As everyone watched David leave, Blue walked out, staring up at the window. "Aye, whaddya doin' Blue?" Race asked watching her intently. "Mush," The girl whipped around, staring at the tallest of the boys, "You're tallest, get me on your shoulders, Blink, I need the rope." Both boys nodded and walked over to her, Blink handing her the rope.

Mush bent down and helped Blue onto his shoulders, standing up and getting close to the wall. She tried throwing the rope up into the window bars, trying to get it to fall back down over something. When it did, she motion for Mush to set her down and he did. "Alright, which one of you'se is the strongest?" Mush, Blink and another raised their hands.

"Alright, your going to hold the rope still on this end while I climb up the other." The 3 nodded and walked over, grabbing the end of the rope. Blue grabbed the other end and used to Rope to help her scale the wall. When she reached the window, she nodded on it, a unknown kid opened the window. "Is anyone in here go by Radio?" She asked timidly.

The small girl looked sad, looking down. "Radio got real sick and died a few days ago." Blue's breath caught in her throat. She almost let go of the rope, everything slowing down. "T-thank you." Blue nodded and slid down the rope. Everyone's voices were fuzzed and Blue could feel the tears in her eyes. So she ran. She ran faster than she ever had before, faster than she thought she could go.

She ran until her legs gave out under her, right on the Brooklyn Bridge. Uncontrollable sobs ripped from her throat, everything seemed to disappear as she cried. She sobbed so loud she didn't even hear Spots footsteps, not even aware of his presence until he sat by her and puller her into his side. She started to hyperventilate, barely any air in her lungs.

"H-h-He was j-just a b-b-boy!" She subconsciously leaned into Spots comfort. "Hey, Blue, hey, calm down, easy does it." Her loud cries had slowly turned in small sniffles and tear stained cheeks. Spot slowly moved to sit in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. "Now," He brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear, "Tell me what happened."

"He's gone." She choked out, her hands grabbing at her shirt, "He was to young to d-die. He was 8 Spot, 8! He shouldn't of died at 8! He was gonna become a writer! He was," She choked back another sob, her voice cracking as she spoke, "He was gonna write a book 'bout all of us." The last part came out as a broken whisper, so heartbroken it made his clench.

A small, broken sob left Blue's lips, leaning into Spots touch as he wiped her tears. "Come to my lodge with me. It too late for you to be walkin' back to Queens alone." Too tired to respond, she just simply nodded, eyes already drooping. She didn't say a word when Spot effortlessly pick her up, heading back to the Lodging House.

About half way there, Spot looked down at her to find her peacefully asleep, head resting against Spots chest, the smallest snores escaping her mouth. Spot let out a small chuckle, continuing the long walk back to his Lodging house.

A/n: whew, that was long. Anyways, there's definitely gonna be a part 3 and possibly a part 4, so stick around for that!

[brockadoodles]

ho ho hopefully - t. seguin

AN: This is like... PURE fluff. Pure soft, Christmas themed, fluffy fluff with our resident idiot, Segs. But like, kind of what we deserve for Christmas, no? Totally based on the BEST Christmas song in existence, Ho Ho Hopefully, by the Maine. Tagging the seggy queen @texanstarslove​ in this one, since I think she’ll enjoy it. It’s a bit shorter than most, but let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: None.

December first, I’m in a foreign state, I’m running late, I’m all alone, wishing I was home with you, baby.

It shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have been a big deal to miss it. It was one year, objectively, you could start on December second, or third, or fourth, or all the way up until Christmas Day and it shouldn’t matter. But there was something about December first, how the first signs of Christmas would start popping up, with lights beginning to pop up on homes and trees slowly starting to be seen in the windows, families decorating together. You probably liked December first more than you even liked Christmas because something about that transitional time from autumn scenery into snow-covered streets that actually made sense was comforting, and with everything going on in your life as of late, the only thing you wanted was to be home on December first, with him.

Tyler knew that December first was special. He knew from the years of knowing and falling in love with you how your eyes lit up at the smallest things, like the first snowfall of the season, even though Vancouver rarely got snow. He knew from the way his own heartbeat faster around you that first year you insisted he help you with a tree, his own love for you he was trying to keep at bay trickling through to the surface. He knew that being home with you was inarguably the one thing you wanted, and there he was stuck in an airport lounge in Boston feeling the farthest away from you he could possibly feel on your favorite day of the year. 

Tyler looked out the window. His eyes were still as he watched the storm get worse and worse outside. Muffled airport announcements in monotone voices announcing delay after delay in flights. Boston was an eight and a half hour flight from Vancouver, and reality was settling in that his chance at maybe, just maybe making it to you with an hour to spare was steadily decreasing with each inch of snow that was falling onto the ground. 

Tyler knew when you started dating that it would be hard. The distance between Dallas and Vancouver was already a hurdle, but the added layer of his career and your own job made the relationship seem nearly impossible. It felt at times like you were two people dangling from a rope, trying to balance too many things at once simply just to be together. But he’d hear your soft voice on the phone, “I can’t wait to see you” murmuring from your lips and it made it all worth it, it made the time difference, the traveling, and the hardships worth it anytime you’d utter those words. 

He wasn’t even entirely sure how it happened, him falling so hard for someone who was almost always half a world away. Everyone in his life cautioned him against it, saying that there was no way it could work, you’re too different of people and too different of lives and it wasn’t rational. But Tyler didn’t care to be rational, because you were his best irrational choice he had ever made, and he knew he was lucky that he got to love you. 

Tyler held his head in his hands and tried to tell himself that it would be okay. He was still getting to see you later that month for Christmas and that was what mattered. But he also couldn’t help being unfathomably irritated at the bad weather that he couldn’t control, the watered-down shitty Dunkin coffee sitting next to him, and the repetitive cycle of delayed flight announcements ruining what was supposed to be an incredible surprise. The Stars had been in Boston finishing up a long road trip where they would now have two days off before a short home stretch of games. The timing had lined up perfectly so that if he flew straight from Boston to Vancouver, he’d get almost two days with you, one of which being your favorite day of the year. But now as he sat in the terminal, the hope of seeing you just kept dwindling bit by bit, and he was coming to the deafening realization that maybe it just wasn’t meant to work out. 

“Any news?” Tyler turned his head quickly at the voice coming from his left. Jamie sat down next to his teammate with a soft frown on his face. Tyler just shook his head and took a sip of his coffee, growing more irritated by the minute. The only thing getting him through it was knowing that even though his surprise was crumbling, you at least couldn’t be disappointed in it since you had no idea he was even planning to come in the first place. But what Tyler didn’t know was that Jamie Benn loved a lot of things, one of which being a classic romantic Christmas surprise, and you had been scheming up a surprise of your own. 

It was a last minute surprise, an idea that you had panickingly called Jamie over just the week prior. You had been going through what might have been the worst day you’d had in months, one of those days where every single event felt like the worst thing in the world. You remember curling up on your couch and crying as you looked through the calendar and Tyler’s schedule, trying to piece together how you could swing a surprise visit between their pre-Christmas packed schedule and your own lack of vacation time from work. It felt like the pieces weren’t fitting, and you were desperate to try. So that’s when you called Jamie, and he patiently combed through the practice schedule with you, helped you book a flight and promised to keep it an absolute secret from your boyfriend. 

The thing that Tyler didn’t know was that you were also sitting in an airport terminal with a shitty coffee in your hand, waiting anxiously for a flight of your own, the first flight of two that in six and a half hours time would land you back in the lone star state. The main difference was that there was no snow where you were, and all that you had to do was board the plane and show up, Jamie said he would take care of the rest. 

You had everything worked out, Jamie had made sure he wouldn’t suspect anything, his dog sitter knew when you were coming, and you had even packed a goofy Christmas sweater for him to wear while you hopefully decorated together. Long-distance with him was hard, but when the schedule seemed to allow for a quick visit, you gladly took what you could get, willingly ready to be tired from the flights even if it meant just a few hours with him. 

Each visit you found yourself breaking more and more when it ended, the days between were starting to feel dreaded. Your work was no longer enjoyable. It felt like you were stagnant in Vancouver, with most of your heart nestled safely in whatever city Tyler happened to be in that night. If you were honest with yourself, you knew that this was going to burn out, the distance was going to take its toll on the both of you, and sitting in that airport ready to go see him for the first time in a few weeks, you found yourself thinking for the first time about the idea of not coming back to Vancouver. 

Your phone rang in your hand, Tyler’s photo filling up the screen. You set your coffee down and slid your thumb across to answer, smiling slightly in excitement.

“Hey.” you hummed, hoping that your headphones would drown out any announcements about flights that were periodically coming through the speakers around you. The airport was busy, as was to be expected this time of year, but you had worked hard to keep this a secret from him and the last thing you wanted was a muffled airport announcement blowing the surprise fifteen minutes before you were set to get on a fight. 

“Hi, baby.” He sighed. You could tell something was off, you could always tell. You and Tyler knew each other so well, the distance between you forcing you both to pick up on things between each other. The things that were highs and the shifts in tone that indicated something was wrong, you both knew. You had memorized all of his little habits, from the typical stuff like how he preferred apples in his oats or how he had to nap at the same time before every game, to the things that people who didn’t know him didn’t have the privilege to see. Like the way he lit up when his sisters would call, or how he was really hard on himself, even when he shouldn’t be. You just knew him, all of his good things and all of his flaws and you loved him endlessly through all of it. You frowned slightly and opened your mouth to speak but he started before you could.

“I’m heading back to Dallas. Our flight was delayed, big snowstorm here.” He groaned. He hated that he was telling you this without entirely telling you why he was upset. But Jamie was next to him, and even if Tyler didn’t want to believe that he was right, deep down he knew the surprise wasn’t going to work, and as much as it sucked, he needed to just go back to Dallas and accept the fact that he would have to wait a few more weeks to see you not through a phone screen. 

“I just really fucking miss you.” He admitted and your heart cracked. You could hear in his voice how bad it was, and it only strengthened the feeling of stopping all of the distance between you altogether. 

“I miss you, too, bub. But, only a couple of more weeks.” You raised the tenor of your voice a bit, hoping that it would get him a bit excited about Christmas together. 

“Yeah, wish it was sooner, though.” 

You talked with Tyler for a few more minutes, tapping your foot slightly as you waited for your boarding number to be called. When you ended the call and boarded your flight, that feeling came back. The feeling of wondering if Vancouver could really truly be your home anymore when half of your soul was in Dallas. You spent the whole flight thinking about it, even though deep down you had no doubts about your decision. All it took to confirm it was his strained voice on the other end of the line, the pent of frustrations he was feeling about missing you just as much as you missed him. 

Tyler carried his bags through the entryway, exhaustion finally setting in right next to his already bad mood. Gerry, Marshall, and Cash came running up to him, excited to see him and lifting his spirits just enough as he greeted them and then combed through his mail that was sitting on the table. He tossed his bags down and kicked off his shoes, not wanting to bother with taking them upstairs yet. He knew that the dog sitter had left, he had told her when he was coming in. He was honestly looking forward to just relaxing on his couch, face-timing you, and going to sleep. He was supposed to be in Vancouver, walking up to your door and seeing you, and he didn’t have it in him to not sulk about that. 

He walked toward the kitchen, freezing a bit when he saw bags of Christmas decorations on the counter. He poked around, sifting through the various bags wondering who had dropped them off or if he had somehow placed an order for Christmas decorations that he forgot about. He got to one bag, a small brown one with a ribbon on the side. It was probably a gift, but when he saw the note with his name scribbled on the front he quickly opened it. 

We go together like the winter and a sweater <3 

He recognized your handwriting immediately as he opened the bag, pulling out a bright red sweater, laughing softly at the horrible snow-related Christmas pun that was screen printed on the front. He felt warm at how you somehow must have known he needed the pick me up. He kept combing through the bags, various ornaments, and knickknacks, and other decors were littered throughout them. He knew it was you, he wasn’t sure how you coordinated this but he knew you were the reason it looked like Christmas was about to throw up in his kitchen. He smiled a bit, his bad mood lifting when he realized what this probably meant. You probably wanted to decorate on facetime together, a compromise for not being able to actually be with each other and the idea melted his heart. 

Tyler walked over to the fridge, cracking open a beer as he unlocked his phone to call you. As the phone was ringing, the dogs started barking like crazy, running back from the kitchen to the front door. He didn’t think much of it until he nearly dropped his phone when he heard your voice. 

“Shh, shh, hi boys. Hi! Oh my gosh, hi Gerry.” You laughed, petting each of the dogs as you walked further into the house. You had takeout in your hands and were so focused on not dropping it from the dog’s excitement that you didn’t even realize Tyler’s bags were sitting against the wall in the entryway.

“You’re here.” You jumped at the sound of his voice, smiling big as he walked over to where you were standing. You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, his name sprawled across your back, a sight that he never grew tired of seeing and you were carrying bags of what appeared to be take out in your arms. You had slippers on and your hair up, an indication of how relaxed you were. He couldn’t help but internally groan, seeing how comfortable you were in his house, the one he wanted to be your home, too. You quickly set the food on the kitchen table, meeting him halfway. He pulled you in tight and you listened to his heart beating against your ear. 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re really here. I was going to surprise you.” He whispered, tilting your head up to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, your heart already telling you what you needed to talk to him about. You didn’t have any doubts about it anymore. Dallas was where you needed to be. It was where Tyler needed you to be, and standing there in his kitchen with Christmas decorations littered all around you and him holding you like this, you were ready. Every buildup to this moment had led you here, in slippers in his kitchen ready to ask him to take another step with you, hoping that he’d grab your hand as he did so. 

“I’m really here. Jamie actually helped, he made sure I could get in and made sure you had no idea.” Tyler had never been more appreciative of his best friend. He should have known Jamie would have a hand in a surprise like this, this had secret softie Jamie Benn written all over it, and he adored you, often warning Tyler not to fuck it up with you. 

“Remind me to thank him, because wow. Best surprise ever, honestly.” He melted into you. He didn’t care if it was cheesy, or something straight from a bad Christmas movie. He’d watch 100 of those Lifetime movies because the feeling he was experiencing now with you in his arms was probably the exact emotion those cliche Christmas films tried to convey. 

“Tyler, I wanted to ask you something.” You said, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“Anything.” He kissed you once more, still in disbelief that you had pulled off a surprise when his had fallen so flat. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore, the missed calls, the flights, all of it. I just want to be here, all the time with you.” You smiled. Your stomach was bubbling with nerves as you studied his face for any reaction or reason that maybe he wasn’t ready for that yet. It would be complicated, figuring out how to actually stay in Dallas and be together. But a strenuous Visa application was the least of your worries if it meant that you’d finally get to be with him. Tyler grinned, picking you up and setting you on the table, kissing you hard as he stood between your legs. 

“Please tell me that means you want to move here.” He mumbled against your lips. You just kissed him once more. 

“There’s nothing else I want. Well I kind of want the food I brought, and maybe we could decorate for Christmas since it’s my favorite day, but like, definitely want to move here the most.” You laughed slightly as you spoke. Tyler just smiled at you, a breathtaking, heartfelt smile that made butterflies swirl around in your stomach. It was an exciting step in your relationship, and you couldn’t help but think about how much you loved December first again, this time for a new reason, because now it was the signifier in a new start with the person you loved. You didn’t care that it was only December first, because to you, this was better than anything you could have received on Christmas Day. 

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