#(but the other day i found glass is the dryer)

[neopuppy]

Cookie Jar (M)

pairing. Jeno x female reader x Jaemin

genre. stuck in a dryer AU(because why not), meany step-brothers Jaemin/Jeno, pwop(and yet a plot twist), crack if you squint, M/F

warnings. dubcon(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), stepcest, profanity, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 7000

now playing. Cookie Jar//Doja Cat

smut warnings. baby oil, pet names, threesome, unprotected vaginal sex, double penetration(one hole), degradation/praise

“God damn, your step-brothers are so hot.” Your friend says, sucking a hissed breath between her teeth. “I’d do anything to get stuck between those two.”

“You’re sick,” you mutter, slapping her oiled up shoulder, warmed and glistening under the last days of summer sun. “They’re my brothers.”

“Step-brothers.” She shrugs, continuing to eye the two dunking each other underwater with headlocks. “Come on, that’s like… universally a big turn on.”

“Yeah, well not to me.” You say, rolling your eyes before returning to watch the commotion in the pool travel closer, splashing too close to where you lay. “You wouldn’t think they’re so hot if you had to live with them like I do.”

“Believe me, I definitely would.” She sighs, dragging one of the legs of her sunglasses between the seam of her lips. “Don’t know how you resist, I swear they get bigger and buffer every time they visit.”

Now that is true, you silently agree, shielding your eyes from the sun to take in a better look.

“Jaemin’s so broad,” she continues, nibbling at her glasses. “And Jeno’s so lean.. nothing but muscle on him. I bet they get real rough.”

“You need to get laid.” You mumble, focused on the way Jeno’s veins ripple with each squeeze around Jaemin’s neck. The two red in the face from rough-housing for the last hour. “And not by one of my brothers.”

She whines, pouting and sticking out her tongue. “You’re no fun, if you’re not gonna allow me to do it… one of us should.”

Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively, leaning back and fanning herself as they begin to exit the pool. Jeno smiles, eyes more squinted with the sun beating down on his face and tight sculpted chest. “Hey, we’re going to head inside. You want anything?”

The dreamy sigh your friend let’s out doesn’t go unnoticed, whether it be from Jeno’s charm or Jaemin’s perfected way of continuing to not acknowledge your existence; too busy patting his flat smooth stomach dry. It’s all a show of course, he knows he looks too damn good.

“I’m okay, thanks Jeno.”

He nods, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulder to continue their playful match as they pass through the sliding doors back into your house.

“He’s so cute,” your friend continues to fawn over the two, squealing that you must have been a saint in a past life to have ended up in such a lucky situation.

“It’s not luck.” You disagree, shushing her. “Anyway enough of this, I have a date to get ready for tonight, the last thing on my mind is Jeno or Jaemin.”

She sighs, shoulders slumping as she lays back. “Meanwhile, I’ll be home dreaming about your step-brothers railing me into the next universe.”

Yeah, in your dreams they’ve had their way with you once or twice.. maybe more than a couple handful of times. It doesn’t help that neither of them has ever attempted to be discreet about their sexual conquests when they’re home. It’s the main reason you can’t even stare at a phallic shaped object for too long without venturing into lewd thoughts of your step-brothers acting out their usual horny himbo behavior with you.

The headache you currently have for example is all Jaemin’s fault, keeping you up into the late AM hours with two sluts screaming from his bedroom akin to something straight out of a horror film. That’s how you found your way to the kitchen to distract your mind from the deeper throaty moans between their banshee-like cries. Maybe water would quench the thirst closing up your throat, but how to stop the aching heat between your thighs..

“What’re you doing up?” His groggy voice emerged, feet patting their way across kitchen tile toward the open fridge you’ve been standing in front of for a minute now contemplating if you should make a sandwich or not.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you sneer, side-eyeing him with a mean look. Your step-brother's afterglow has his eyes dropping at the corners, smiling lazily as he reaches past you for two water bottles.

“Try counting sheep?” He doesn’t even acknowledge you with a glance, moving to sit at the kitchen island and chug down one of the waters. Not even bothering to pull on a shirt before coming down, because why would you question the bright red and pink scratches lining his upper back. It’s dim enough to make it weird if you mention it, too observant on your part.

“I don’t think that will help.” You say, rolling your eyes and shifting down to the cabinet filled with snacks. “Too much noise, not even sheep can drown that out.”

���Hmm,” Jaemin hums, fixing his messy hair still sweaty at the roots. “That’s weird, I never hear anything.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?”

The sound of a chair scrapes across the tile, feet patting toward the same way he came in from but coming to a stop too close, right behind you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He whispers, hovering near the back of your ear. “Am I doing something to keep you up at night?”

Jaemin knows you hear everything with your bedroom being right in-between his and Jeno’s. Only a wall apart from the debauchery taking place mere feet away from you. “You’ve never complained before..” he reaches for your hair, tossling it behind you and gathering most down the center of your back.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re eavesdropping?” You can pick up a smirk in his tone, shivering down your spine as his palm weighs down on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me my sweet innocent little sister is a pervert? What would your father think.”

He presses closer, reaching out in front of you to grab a protein bar, groin rocking against your backside as he leans up to reach for it above both of your heads. “It’s—it’s not that.” You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezing shut to push away the thought of just how thick he feels pressed against your ass. The shape of his length prominent and hot, half-hard where he digs into you.

“Then what is it?” Jaemin grunts, pushing down on your shoulder heavier for leverage to reach higher, lightly grazing the bar with the tips of his fingers. “What’s keeping you up?”

“Neighbors.. neighbors dog.” You lie, shaking away the memories of high-pitched moans and screams buried into pillows. “Barks a lot, near my window.”

Jaemin tsks, successfully pulling down the snack he’s been reaching for but not without aligning the dip between your ass with his growing size. “What a pesky dog.” He leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “Maybe you need some new headphones, I’ll buy you some this weekend. Can’t have my baby sis losing out on precious sleep.”

With one last dig of his hips against yours, he grins, patting the top of your head. “Get some sleep baby.”

You had to grip onto the end of the cabinet to keep your knees from failing you, dropping your head down to suppress a whimper. Jaemin’s so mean, so fucking mean for what? Maybe you are a pervert though, secretly lusting after not just one—but both of your step-siblings. God your parents would ship you off to boarding school if they knew you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep after that.

No, not with your ear pressed up against the wall trying to mute every sound that couldn’t have come from one of the main characters of your daily fantasies. Between having both Jaemin and Jeno back home for summer, you haven’t seen a day of peace.

Your friend was right, maybe she needs to get laid, but more than anything you need to be fucked. Fucked hard enough for your soul to leave your body and make a trip to heaven and back.

That explains the deep set bags under your eyes today, hidden under the sunglasses that also do a great job of masking your lack of ability to take in each wet rippling muscle lining Jeno’s stomach, or Jaemin’s thick biceps flexing and gripping around his neck.

A defeated sigh solidifies your decision to get in a quick nap before it’s time to get ready for your date tonight. You won’t be of much use for another man if you’re still stuck in a horny whirlwind fantasy anyway.

What was that Jaemin said to you last night? Count sheep?

One. Two. Three..

“Where are you going?”

Jeno’s sitting on top of the dryer mindlessly scrolling through his phone, double-taking at the sound of you entering the laundry room; his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets at the length of your skirt.

“Out.” You say, squatting a bit to sort through your clean basket of clothes. “Have you seen my favorite bra?”

Jeno jumps off the machine, head ducking lower, catching a glimpse of sheer lace baby pink between your thighs. “What?”

“My bra,” you stand, cupping around your chest. “It’s light pink, floral trimming, the cups are see-through.”

He gapes, mouth going dry taking in the rest of your appearance. “Where are you going?”

“Hello, earth to Jeno!” Waving around, you reach out to flick his forehead, wrist caught mid-air before you reach. “I asked you a question!”

He scoffs, tugging you closer. “Why would I have your bra?! Are you not wearing it?” The realization has Jeno pulling you arm up to better stare at your chest, a faint shadow of nipple peeks through the cotton material hugging your breasts.

“What the hell are you wearing?!” He’s flabbergasted, scanning up and down your figure and shaking his head in disapproval. “You can’t go out like this.”

Pulling free from his hold you roll your eyes, returning to the basket of fresh laundry in search of your undergarments. “You don’t like it?”

Jeno pauses, mouth opening and shutting again, lips pouting out. He definitely likes it, but you shouldn’t be out in public revealing this much of your body to anyone.. it’s different at home; no one other than him and Jaemin to see you prance around in oversized t-shirts barely hitting beneath your ass. Not that they’ve ever wondered what would happen if you bent down to pick something up in front of them, not that they’ve ever caught themselves turning their heads toward the stairs in unison when you come skipping down, bouncing away.

“You look..” Jeno hums, taking too long to admire the smooth backs of your thighs leading up to the plump roundness your skirts doing a poor job of hiding. “..it’s just.. would your dad let you wear that out??”

Snorting, you stand up to glare at him with your hands on your hips, head cocked to the side. “He’s not here to stop me, is he?”

“No but he asked us to watch over you, I don’t think your dad would like it if he knew I let you leave the house looking like..”

“Like what?” You snap back, stepping forward to get in his face.

“Like..”

“Go on.”

“Like a common street whore.” Jeno straightens out, clearing his throat, chin tilted in to appear serious. “Walking around like you’re asking for it.”

Smiling, you poke at his chest, your step-brother’s resolve crumbling as you softly laugh. “Maybe I am.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jeno groans, shaking his head again. “I can’t let you go out like that, I won’t allow it.”

“Oh you won’t allow it? Do you think you’re my daddy?” You ask, taunting him further with another prod at his chest; mascara heavily coated eyelashes batting mischievously.

Jeno swallows, biting at the sides of his tongue, annoyed and aroused by everything. The way you’re dressed, the way you keep touching him, the silky tone you say that word in.

“Where exactly do you need to go dressed like that?” He repeats, the sound of the dryer cycle coming to an end clearing his foggy mind for a moment.

Sighing, you roll your eyes, adjusting the loose bolero cashmere slipping from your shoulders. “The new neighbor invited me over for dinner and a movie, we’re not going out. He’s gonna cook me a nice American meal because I mentioned how much I miss it back home when we met.”

Jeno’s eyes dart back and forth in thought, a light bulb coming to life behind them. “THE AMERICAN GUY? THAT GROWN ASS MAN?!”

“He’s 28!”

“Exactly!” His demeanor changes drastically, arms flailing angrily. “Oh you are not going out to see him dressed like that! In fact! You aren’t going anywhere near that creep!”

“He’s not a creep! God Jeno.” Shoving past him you continue muttering about how he needs to calm down, you don’t need to take orders from him or anyone. “I’m an adult.”

“He’s way too old for you.” Jeno paces behind you, too frustrated to notice you’ve begun to pull out his dry laundry, sorting through it in search of your bra. “I’m gonna have to call your dad.”

“Jeno! Do not!” You snap again, letting out an annoyed huff. “I never snitch on you and Jaemin all the nights you sneak out and bring back girls to fuck!”

Jeno gapes again, moving to stand by your side and snatch his boxers before you grab them. “We don’t do that!”

“Oh you don’t? I must have imagined those girly moans coming from your bedrooms screaming oh yes! Daddy please! Rip my ass apart! Your cocks so fucking big!” You slap down on the dryer moaning out, arching forward pressing your breast against the machine, eyes rolling up sarcastically. “Ugh yes daddy! Cum on my ass!”

Jeno gulps, eyebrows twisting together as his cock jumps inside the confines of his jeans, gnawing at his bottom lip to contain an anguished groan. “That’s..”

“Piece of shit dryer,” you curse, bending down to reach further inside, the strap of your bra meeting your fingers. “I swear if this thing ate my bra!”

Jeno runs his hands through his hair, tugging at chunks trying to regain his composure. The position you’ve dropped to on your knees, ass shimmying in the air further pushing him to his limit not helping one bit.

There’s no way he can let you leave this house dressed like this, no way he can let that pervert down the street take advantage of his little innocent step-sister, no way he can let anyone ruin you other than him.

His hand trembles inches away from your backside, soft supple skin fully exposed just aching to be slapped, marked up and bruised by his hands.

“Jeno! Help me!” You whine, shaking and kicking out your feet annoyed. “I think I’m stuck!”

Oh fuck.

“Wh-what..” Jeno’s eyes travel around quickly, ending back on your ass wiggling around in a weak attempt to free yourself from the machine you’ve gotten stuck inside of. “W-what… quit fucking around.”

“I’m not! I’m stuck, Jeno! You have to get me out!” Your sad excuse of a skirt flares up as you start to kick, ankles knocking together the more you whine and yell at him. “I can’t believe this!”

Me either, Jeno thinks, swallowing a thick wad of saliva to coat his throat. “This has to be a joke, you’re…you’re trying to..” he pauses, mewling over what exactly it is you’re doing to him. On your knees, ass rippling under your cute little panties, back arched low in this much too perfect position.

“I’m not joking! Jeno I’m really stuck! I think my sweater got caught in the machine!” Your whiney high-pitched tone doesn’t help Jeno’s growing problem twitching against his inner thigh.

“What am I supposed to do?! Break the fucking dryer?!” Jeno splutters, forcing himself to look away and draw in shallow breaths.

SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

The chant shouting in his head gets interrupted by the devil on his shoulder, speaking in an oddly similar tone he’s more than familiar with. ‘She’s just our step-sister Jeno, it’s not a crime.’

That’s what Jaemin’s always said whenever they’ve drank a little too much and toyed with the idea of hooking up with you. ‘Believe me, I’m gonna fuck her at some point, you know I can’t keep it in my pants this long.’

Jaemin had a point, but even then Jeno can’t deny the guilt he feels as his gaze retreats back to your ample backside, arched out pathetically, fully pushing your plump folds out against the thin layer of underwear leaving nothing to his imagination.

“Do something!” You shout, near tears from the dryer's heat sweating your makeup off. All this effort to look pretty for Johnny only for it to be completely wasted over this stupid damn bra. This is all Jeno’s fault! He never even clears out the lint before throwing his clothes in!

“Okay okay!” The existential crisis your step-brother’s going through fails to transcend through his response, even if he’s fully messed up his hair style by ripping at tufts while pacing behind you. “What if.. I can try to pull you out?”

“Hurry! It’s so hot in here! I’m melting!”

Could you be more dramatic? He wants to scoff, rolling his eyes as he drops down to his knees and his hands hover over your hips. “I’m going to try and reach in, alright?”

“God damnit Jeno! Fucking hurry up!” You screech, feet stomping against the ground between his thighs.

“Oh shit,” Jeno presses in closer to avoid your heels colliding with his sack, eyes going wide upon contact with your core, all warm and damp where his lower stomach meets the forbidden area between your thighs. “Fuck.”

He has to catch his breath again, sliding his hands through the space left at your sides. He definitely could avoid touching you given the amount of space, but that doesn’t stop him from smoothing up your hips and waist, squeezing his way up as he bends closer with his chin resting atop the dryer. The new angle aligns his hips with yours, his now fully hard length digging into your thigh the more he leans his body in to lock under your armpits and pull your shoulders back. “Come on, work with me here.”

“That hurts! It’s my sweater Jeno! My sleeves wrapped up in the machine, I can’t get it out!” He can feel you tug, shifting back further into his groin the more you attempt to move and release your arm from the uncomfortable position you’re trapped in.

“Sorry sorry..” he gasps, unable to stop himself from rocking forward against your warmth. “Should I try to take your top off?” Shaking his head in disbelief, he circles against your ass, biting down on his teeth to suppress a groan when his length slots between your folds. Even with the material of your clothes keeping you apart, the idea alone of having you so vulnerable to his ministrations is more than enough. High alone off how unsuspecting his every calculated move is, because why would your big brother take advantage of you like this? Jeno would never, he loves you too much.

“Ughh…” you whine, head drooping with sweat pouring down your face faster than a river flow. “This is so stupid!” You cry, shimmying back again, too exhausted to pick up on the hard shaped rod pressed flush to your core.

“I’m so tired..” blinking slowly, you wonder how stupid it may be to call up 911 for this.

‘Hey my step-sister got stuck in a dryer trying to find a bra. Can you make it fast? She’s supposed to have a hot date tonight with this sexy American beef cake that lives down the street.’

Because that’s something that could only ever happen to you. Public humiliation that would only draw attention to your house with a blaring fire truck uselessly parked outside only to decide that the jaws of life would be necessary to free you from this comedic porn scenario mess of a situation you’ve landed yourself in.

“I’m doing my best baby.” Jeno soothes, maneuvering his hands to your back in search of a bra clasp to release. Oh right.. hard nipples, no bra. The entire reason you’re stuck to begin with. “I’m going to take your top off, okay?”

No bra, that should make this easier, he gulps, untying the halter strings connected at the back of your neck. “Maybe if we can get you out of this..” he tries to imagine your tortured cute face, tear stricken the longer you suffer in there. The image of your distress only makes his cock jump, rutting harder against your ass.

“Fuck, I can’t do this.” He whispers quietly to himself, too caught up in his own form of torture. What are the chances of pulling you out, tits bouncing freely as you fall back and land ass first onto the seat of his lap. Jeno nods to himself, pulling your top lower until he can sense the release of your breasts, likely resting against the still warm metal insides of the dryer.

“Try to pull your arms free now baby.”

Maybe it’s due to your exhaustion, lazily pushing back only to be met with your step-brother’s hips and a low groan. “I can’t Jeno, I can’t anymore.” You sob, pathetically dropping flat with your arm strung up still locked in place.

“I’m going to have to cut your sweater.” He thinks fast, glancing around quickly before noticing you’re no longer alone.

“Jaemin?!”

“Jaemin!” You shout, shocked by the mention of your other brother. “Huh?!”

An amused laugh traces up your back, followed by a round of applause and feet shuffling forward. “No no, keep it going Jeno.”

He leans against the washer, smirking to one side. “All this fun without me? You dirty fucking dog.”

“Jaem, it’s not what it looks like! She’s st—“

“No no, seriously, by all means—go on, don’t let me interrupt. I’m dying to know what you’ll do next.” He says sarcastically. “You’re really the luckiest motherfucker I know, Jeno. Found her like this before I had the chance.”

“Dude, it’s not like that!” He groans, gripping around your waist roughly out of frustration.

“Ow!” You squeak, pushing back harder against his crotch. “Jaemin, do something!”

“Do something?” He muses, squatting down near his brother to get a good look at your connected lower halves, skirt pushed high above your hips and underwear scrunched up between your buttcheeks. “I can do a lot, if you really want me to, princess.”

“Jaemin, no..” Jeno begs quietly, knowing his sibling better than himself. “You can’t.”

“Oh, but you can, right?” He snickers, snapping his fingers. “All this struggling and neither of you idiots has considered oil yet?” He laughs, patting Jeno’s back roughly before exiting.

“Where’d he go?!” You kick at the ground again, maybe Jaemin could get you out of here, he’s buffer than Jeno.. always flexing his muscles in front of you talking about ‘gains’.

“Uh..” Jaemin walks back in before he’s able to coin up a lie, a clear bottle of baby oil in hand. “Man, why do you even have that??”

“You know why.” He grins cockily, returning to match Jeno’s position on his knees. “We’ll just lube her up real good and she’ll slip right out.”

“What is this?” Jeno asks, genuinely bewildered. “Am I dreaming?” He raises an eyebrow, reaching to pinch your buttcheek.

“Ow! What the fuck!”

Oh right, he’s supposed to pinch himself. Not you.

“Don’t think you are but either way, hope we don’t wake up.” Jaemin chuckles, nudging his elbow into his brother’s side. “I think you’ve had enough failed attempts at this, it’s my turn.”

Reluctantly Jeno’s shoulders drop and he shifts off to your side, hard-on pressed to your hip as if that will help hide how insanely turned on he is right now.

Jaemin makes a face, whistling quietly as he leans in to whisper for you not to hear. “I’d be 8 deep in her right now, you’re an idiot.”

“Whatever man, I’m trying to be a good brother.”

“Step.” Jaemin rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t count, besides, look at us and look at her—we’re like some PornHub dream come true. Think of the money we could make if we filmed this..”

“Hello?!” You cry out, unable to hear anything aside from muffled voices. “Are you going to help me or what?!?”

“Of course princess.” Jaemin says reassuringly, handing Jeno the bottle of baby oil to free his hands to grab onto your hips. “You’re stuck real good in there unfortunately, but your big brother has a great plan to get you out.”

Jeno shakes his head, mouthing ‘you sick fuck’ to the other, receiving only a much too cheerful smile in return.

“Okay, thank you..” you don’t sound too convinced, but at this point with your makeup all sweated off and hair ruined, you don’t have much of a choice other than to just go with it.

“I’m going to try oiling you up, but I don’t want to ruin your pretty outfit baby.” He winks at Jeno, mouthing ‘watch this’. “Is that okay with you?” He tugs on your underwear to ask without flat out asking.

“Take off my clothes?” With your top already rolled down to your waist and this bent over position you’ve been stuck in for too long now, you can’t fathom how much more humiliating this situation can get at this point.

“Yeah, sort of like when you use butter to help remove jewelry that’s too tight.” Jaemin shrugs, convinced he made that up. “It’s worth a shot to try, or would you rather I call the fire department to have you craned out of here. Might be hard to explain the hole in our roof to mom and dad later, and think of how much that repair will cost them.”

“Fine, fine! Get me out of here, please Jaem.” You whine again, lazily collapsing onto your stomach and chest.

“You don’t have to beg baby.” Jaemin can’t stop the smile on his lips from growing, slowly rolling your panties down to unveil your bald smooth cunt. He sucks in a hissed breath between his teeth. “Fuck, even prettier than I imagined.”

Jeno leans in closer, swallowing down a sob. “Yeah, real nice..” his hand lifts, hovering close by. “You’re right, fuck, I’m an idiot.” His hips jam closer, digging his painfully hard length into the side of your thigh.

“We should oil your entire body.” Jaemin pipes up. “You know, to make sure you slip free easily. I wouldn't want my baby sis to get hurt.”

That doesn’t make a lick of sense, you think, but who fucking cares anymore. Jaemin skims his palms beneath your skirt, tugging it over your hips ever so gently. Clueless to the visual of your ass bouncing against the material with each light tug, he curses under his breath.

“You see that Jeno?” He nods to your exposed rim, tight as fuck, as if nothing’s ever penetrated back there. “That’s a damn shame.. Our poor baby, so neglected..”

You hate to admit but everything your step-brother has said in his usual monotone calm voice has your thighs rubbing together anxiously. Because when you weighed the pros and cons of sacrificing your pride and ego, you failed to consider the most humiliating one: leaking down your thighs for your step-brothers to watch from a front row seat.

“Fuck.”

“What was that my angel?” Jaemin chimes, reaching for your top to drag down over your wide hips, the material showing resistance as seams pop open passing over the round pert of your ass. “You’re doing so good for me.” He says, acknowledging Jeno with his arm slung atop the dryer to stop himself from hunching forward and burying his face between your butt. “Well, for us.”

This has to be some type of punishment, you can’t even bite down on your fist to drown out the moan you let out next. Jaemin uses your weakened state to fully control the dip in your back, hoisting your hips higher to make your cheeks spread naturally and leave you completely exposed.

“God damn.” He grits pushing down on your waist and pressing his crotch to the back of your thigh. “Hurry up Jeno, soak her up.”

“You have to say it like that?” Jeno sounds near the verge of tears trying to uncap the baby oil in his tight grip. “Isn’t this—sort of..”

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna shove my dick inside of her in the next five seconds!” Jaemin hisses at his brother, reaching for the string keeping his sweats up. “Five! Four!—“

“Okay okay!” Jeno practically drops the bottle out of fear, squeezing its contents out rapidly with his jaw hung at the sight of your ass gleaming back at him absolutely drenched. “Can’t do this, Jaem! I need—need to fuck her!”

“What?? What’s going on!?” You shriek, jumping back as the oil dribbles up your back, only magnifying how obscene your ass looks shining with a thick coat of oil.

“This is insane.” Jaemin mumbles, shoving his sweats and boxers down in one go. He lowers down to speak into the dryer, snaking in to smear the oil higher up your back. “Hey, I don’t want to get my clothes dirty either, right Jeno? I’m sure you understand, baby.”

“What?” You sigh, eyes flying wide open when you feel it, hot and thick against your soaked ass. “Is that?—“ to make matters worse, you feel it again against your other thigh, bigger even, pulsating where he’s pressed, nearly burning your skin from how hot he feels. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin moans, smoothing his oily hands to your chest, squeezing the second he cups your breasts. “Fuckfuckfuck, I think it’s working!” He pulls you back more, the top of your stomach sliding against the dryer making the nastiest squeegee-like sound.

“You’re doing so so good for us.” Jeno finally manages to speak up, pouring out the entire contents of the now empty bottle in his hold, tossing it aside to massage in the mess pooling between the crevice of your ass. “Shit. What the fuck. You’re so fucking pretty down here. Of course you are, so damn pretty everywhere aren’t you?”

“Jaem, Jeno—what’s—“ you huff out, short of breath the more you get pulled out but your step-brothers thick biceps caging your hips.

Jaemin hushes you dismissively, gaining better leverage around your middle to pull you out, your sweater barely clinging to your arm anymore. “Come on Jeno, grab her legs for me.” He grunts, exuding strength he’s only had to use in the bedroom before. Lucky for you his favored positions have always left him in complete control, tossing whoever he’s fucking around to his will.

Jeno’s fast to listen to orders, especially if it means he’ll be in the perfect position to actually have you landing in his lap as if he manifested it to happen.

“Ahhh!”

Once your elbow unhooks from your sweater, you shoot out of the dryer like the log ride and Disney world, hurdled back by the extra force you and Jaemin had been using to free your upper half. The relief of finally being free washes over you, panting for breath that doesn’t reek of lint and musty heat. “Holy shit, I can’t believe it!”

Too stunned and eager to fix your sweaty locks, you nearly miss the sad pathetic groan Jeno lets out, clutching around your waist to keep you slotted against his rock hard length. “Je—oh fuck.”

Jaemin sits up on his knees, regaining his composure and breath as he wipes off his greasy palms by slapping them together repeatedly. “That was some show, look at what you’ve done. Poor Jeno looks about ready to burst.”

He crawls forward, grabbing onto your knees before you even think to slam your thighs shut, too caught up in the thick size nestled between your ass to even fully understand how naked all of you are. Naked and completely doused from neck to toe in baby oil, it almost seems too ridiculous to be real…

“Now now,” he drawls, relaxing between your thighs only held open by his palms cupped under the pits of your knees. “In a sense, this is like pulling out the Excalibur..”

“Dude, I’m fucking dying here! Be fucking for real!” Jeno sounds more desperate than you’ve ever heard him, whining like a puppy into your shoulder and apologizing with a feather light kiss.

Jaemin laughs, could even qualify as a cackle, smoothing down to your inner thighs. “Don’t you think we’ve earned a prize from our princess?”

The sweet charming smile you’re used to seems more menacing than ever now as he inches lower, heavy palms cupping your inner thighs and pulling apart your cunt with his thumbs to show off how wet you are. “Is all that for us? You nasty dumb little slut. Want your big brother’s to fuck your holes so bad don’t you?” Jaemin finishes with a hot wad of spit landing at your entrance to further drill in your shame, shivering back into Jeno’s hold as he sets a searing kiss on your clit.

“Fuck Jeno, she’s so tight.” Dragging through your folds he stretches his digits out for you to see the thick mix of baby oil and slick arousal forming clear strings between his fingers.

“Wetter than a fucking slut.” Jeno bites your earlobe, trailing one of his palms down the smooth expanse of your stomach to your clit. “Let me fuck her ass first at least.”

“Huh? N-no—not there, I haven’t before.”

Jaemin’s tongue clicks, kissing the backs of his teeth and squinting his eyes as if to call your bluff. He reaches between your split ass, thumb pressing to your rim meeting tight resistance. “Fuck, she’s not lying.”

Jeno can feel a prickle of tears burning at the backs of his eyes, his sack drawn up tight and heavy from being edged this long. “I can’t anymore!” He really can’t, he’s been hard since you mimicked the forgettable skanks that pass in and out of his bedroom. None of them would ever match up to you, only confirmed as his hips lift up and the tip of his cock struggles to penetrate past your wet tight circle of muscle. That doesn’t stop him from using his hold around your waist to his advantage, gliding you down his length with ease the more pilant you turn in his arms.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.” He thinks he might cum from this alone. Pussy walls too smooth around his size, sucking along each pulsing vein as he inches in until he meets resistance and has to bite down on your shoulder to stop himself from screaming out.

“Greedy motherfucker.” Jaemin mutters, pushing the backs of your knees up higher until you’re pretzeled between the large sculpted bodies of your step-brothers, the same two whose names you’ve cried into your pillow with your hand down your pajama pants many nights.

Jeno rips a fresh batch of tears out of you, the stretch of his cock bordering painful if not for how obscenely wet you are, but the moans singing from deep within your chest are short lived; cut off by a thick prod at the top of your entrance right above the length already filling you up.

“I’ll fuck your ass next time.” Jaemin groans, shoving his cock in against the push he’s met with between your tight hole and his brother’s unrelenting thrusts. “That’s it, taking both of our dicks baby? So easily too? Who knew my baby sister was such a fucking slut.”

“N-no, not—a slut..” you wail, unable to handle how hard and big they both feel thrusting inside of you at different times. The friction cuts off your breath, sucking in your stomach to pull away from the fast unforgiving speed they both fuck into you. “S’too much! Too full!”

“Like that baby? So fucking full with both of us inside of you.” Jeno sounds strangled, pouring sweat the more he exerts himself to fuck into you faster and harder than Jaemin. He should have fucked you first to begin with. “Feel us both sliding into you? Taking two dicks like nothing, you know what that makes you?”

“A dirty fuck hole,” Jaemin says between clenched teeth, reaching for your neck to hold your head up and watch your eyes well up with tears, nodding and agreeing with everything they say just like the good little fuck toy you are, only for them.

“You can’t even wait for it, can you?” Jaemin manages to rasp out, throat locking up with each bury of his size engulfed in your tight heat. He grips your cheeks roughly with his palm cupping your chin. “What. A. Fucking. Whore..” He says it in a nasty tone on purpose to make your stomach turn, hitting deep inside with pointed demanding thrusts between each word. The shame of letting both your step-brothers fuck you is already enough to weigh 500 pounds of guilt down on your chest, but letting them both do it at the same time..

Everything crashes hard, unable to fall back or arch forward between their burly builds. Too overwhelmed, overheated and crazed with each sheathing thrust, your neck drops back gasping for air; weakly slapping Jaemin’s shoulders as tremors roll up from your toes to your shoulders and your eyes roll up. The squeeze around their lengths almost has them both slipping out as you cum and pour out more arousal around them, both using the extra glide to fuck you faster through your orgasm.

“I’m cl-close.” Jeno’s eyes practically match yours, wet from the maddening clamp around his throbbing member. “Can’t… fucking..” Pushing you forward against Jaemin’s chest he pulls out, pussy snapping around his cock noisily with gushing wetness following. It only takes one stroke to have him spilling out onto your ass with a chorus of curses and muffled shouts, slapping his length down on the rounded part of your butt to watch his cum dribble down between your ass faster. “Fuck me.”

He’d pass out clean if not for his brother pushing you right back to where you were against his chest, slamming his dick back into you without anything to hold him back anymore.

“Jaemin!” You scream, reaching for his shoulders to slow down the viscous grueling slap of skin colliding with skin, bounced up and down his length as if you weigh nothing to him.

“Fucking take it.” He growls, thrusts turning erratic as each vein lining his neck bursts out, skin pink and hot from driving all of his power into each ram of his hips. Each plunge of his size backed with intent to leave a mark. Stuttering forward, his head falls back releasing a long winded groan, chest rising against your face as his eyes roll up and he hits peak deep within you.

“Y-you—you came inside?” You ask, still coming down from your high, neck rolling against Jeno’s shoulder. “I-inside of me?”

Jaemin grunts, slamming in one final thrust with a pained expression, you just feel too good to stop. “You’re on the pill anyway, don’t be so dramatic.”

Jeno scoffs behind you, shoving between your bodies to push Jaemin’s weight off of you. “You’re such a dick.”

Jaemin smirks proudly, slowly drawing free from your wrecked cunt. “God baby, how am I supposed to stop now?” He lets out a deep breathy sigh, reaching between your tighs to circle your entrance for the rest of his cum to trickle out onto the floor and run down your ass. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“C-can’t— no more Jaem.” You mumble half-asleep, turning your face to burrow in Jeno’s neck. “Tired.”

“You heard her, Jeno.” Jaemin raises his full eyebrows up and down, sneaking his brother a knowing look. “She can’t handle me anymore.”

Jeno nods, dragging his lips down the side of your face to your mouth. “He’s right angel, how are we supposed to stop now?” With that he moves your hips back, lining his hardening length up with your gaped entrance. The space molded from your step-brother's combined cocks allows him to fully enter you with one hard thrust, cursing against the corner of your lips.

“Je-jeno—please..”

“Yeah, it’s all for you baby.” His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down until you’re crushing his balls.

“Ca-can’t—“ the last thing you hear is Jaemin cooing on and on about how adorable you are, still squirting out a mess of arousal even as your eyes fall shut and Jeno continues to brutally snap his hips up.

“Didn’t she say something about a date tonight?” Jaemin’s voice comes through muffled, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since the three of you finished, judging from the burning crave for more between your thighs.

“Yeah, about that..” Jeno whispers, sounding more distant. “Think I heard her telling her friend she’s going out with that guy from Chicago, you know that big motherfucker down the street.”

“What??” Jaemin barks out much too loud, completely erasing the last bits of exhaustion away from your body. “He’s way too old for her!”

“I know. We can’t let her go, right?” Jeno sounds more stressed than his brother, mumbling like he’s chewing on one of his nails. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing she’s out there with him of all people. That guys a dick..”

“He has a huge dick too.” Jaemin retorts, clicking his tongue annoyed. “Why don’t we tell her he called and said he couldn’t make it tonight? Change of plans or something.” He nods to your phone, inching closer to sneak it away, pinching the device between his fingers.

“She’s going to hate us if she finds out.” Jeno snatches your phone from him, typing in the code he’s seen you punch in while peeping over your shoulder. “It’s for her own good.” He finds your chat with Johnny in an instance, scrolling through quickly and sending himself the different scandalous selfies you’ve messaged. “Little slut..”

“Send me those too.” Jaemin pipes in, nudging his brother's side. “We should wake her up, it’s getting chilly out here.”

“Can’t believe she knocked out like that, her friend even left already.”

“Mmmhhhmm.. Jeno..”

They come to a pause, locking your phone after successfully deleting your chat with Johnny and blocking his number. Jaemin mouths ‘wake her up’ to his brother, shoving his shoulder to move closer to you.

“Hey..” Jeno sits at the edge of the pool chair you’re laid out on, reaching to tap your arm. “You should wake up.”

“Few more minutes..” you grumble, slapping his hand away. Jeno coughs, grabbing both your shoulders to shake you awake.

“It’s been long enough, come on, time to wake up!”

“Wh—how long have I been asleep?” The sun’s still setting behind the expanse of Jeno and Jaemin’s broad frames, making your eyes squint shut as you sit up quickly and pat around. “What.. what are we doing out here?!?”

Jeno helps you sit up, patting your back. “Hopefully you don’t get sick from sleeping out here for so long, we thought you’d gone inside.” He leaves out the mention of your date, sneaking a look at his brother.

“Wha—“ a fast glance around clears up your confusion. You had fallen asleep in the backyard. “It was all a dream?!”

“What was?” Jaemin asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow at your frazzled response. “What was all a dream, huh?”

“I—uhm..” your step-brothers eye you quizzically, both intimidating as they stand above you waiting for an answer. “Nightmare! I mean, about the dog next door.” You scramble to get up, stumbling forward as you try to shove your feet into your sandals.

“Where are you running off to?” Jeno says, arm looping around your waist before your knees can meet pavement. “Can’t be that silly date, he called while you were knocked out to cancel anyway.”

Hoisting you up he pushes you toward Jaemin, back crashing against his chest to easily lock you in place with his thick biceps caged around your sides, lips finding your ear to whisper. “Now, tell us more about this dream.”

#jeno smut #jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #nct dream fanfiction #nct fanfiction #neopuppy fics #nct dream imagines #lee jeno fanfic #na jaemin fanfic

[mingtinys]

what dating seventeen feels like

pairing : seventeen x gn!reader

headcanons , fluff , misc

warnings : none

word count : 1.1 k

requested ? no

a/n: just a small collection of the things i love in life that i associate with seventeen

choi seungcheol

falling asleep on the couch and waking up in bed. chocolate-covered strawberries. the kind of love found in romcoms. expensive dinner dates and champagne.

cologne that lingers on your clothes and bed sheets. tight, bone-crushing, hugs. his hand almost always under the hem of your shirt, skin to skin (it grounds him). him letting you win when you play wrestle. cute aggression victim.

having a rock to hold on to amidst a raging current.

yoon jeonghan

diving under a crashing wave to find calm, gentle, water. rollercoasters with big drops. feathers. lavender fields. leaving the theater and realizing night has fallen.

always saying the same thing at the same time (it scares seokmin). naps on the couch. sending each other pictures of weird-looking animals with the caption "you" or "us." partners in crime. braiding his hair.

having not only a boyfriend but a best friend in jeonghan.

joshua hong

warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. pancakes and orange juice in the morning. raw honey. the scent of freshly baked bread. scented candles and wax melts.

lives up to the gentleman title. opens doors, bides by the sidewalk rule, lends you his jacket, etc. acts! of! service!! fighting over who pays the bill (he's actually ambushed your waiter to pay before you can even see the check). domestic, mundane, slice-of-life type of love.

a honeymoon phase that never ends.

wen junhui

walking down empty streets without a care in the world. morning cartoons. clingy cats. ice cream for dinner. frozen pizza with red wine. airport liminal space hours.

taking pictures of sunsets to send to each other. doodling on his hand. staying up until 3am accidentally. back hugs galore. resting his chin atop your head. him getting as close as possible when showing him something on your phone (i'm talking cheek smooshed up against yours). sleepy jun asking for kisses every morning.

living life in the moment because you know the future can wait for you two.

kwon soonyoung

energetic snow days. sledding, snowball fights, building snowmen. energy drinks and all-nighters. watermelon sugar. summer bonfires. the ambiance of muffled music through club bathrooms.

zoo dates. always wins you the biggest prizes at carnivals. his favorite place to nap is your lap. sweaty post-dance practice hugs. he gets pouty if you start a tv show without him. baking brownies at 3am. talks about you non-stop to anyone who will (or won't) listen.

excitement that isn't momentary or overwhelming. excitement that makes life meaningful.

jeon wonwoo

tulips blooming in the spring. waxing gibbous moons. amethyst. resting after a long, busy day. the scent of old, yellowed books. rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. warm, smooth, riverbank stones.

re-adjusting his glasses for him after every kiss. let's you design his character's outfits in video games. tells you about the book he's reading like it's gossip. he's always taking candid photos of you. quiet mornings. elderly couples who see you two are reminded of how they fell in love.

defining love not by how much it's said, but by how it's felt.

lee jihoon

thunderstorms that lull you to sleep. shiny, red guitars coming to life with smooth melodies. the crackle of a fire. rosemary. empty highways at night. lightning that strikes twice.

morning coffee dates at home. napping on his studio sofa while he works. quality! time! absolutely spoils you every chance he gets. pretends to act all cool when you catch him staring. writing songs for you. his hand routinely finds your knee when he's anxious. he prefers intimate and private acts of affection to the alternative.

cherishing all the little things that make your relationship important.

lee seokmin

wishing on dandelions. blue skies. morning dew on grass. golden hour. that burning sensation you get in your lungs when laughing too hard. iced lattes.

always asking permission to kiss you. so, so attentive. falling asleep on facetime. pillow forts. lots, and lots, and lots of nose kisses. him never wanting to leave you in the morning. "five more minutes" type of guy. his favorite feeling in the world is making you laugh.

finally knowing what it means to love someone so much you'd give the world for them.

kim mingyu

sleeping by a window with the sun warming your skin. hearing your favorite song on the radio. silky white sheets. first date jitters. first love. receiving a bouquet of roses.

admires you so, so, much. talks about you 24/7, much to his members' annoyance. (jk, they love you, they just like to tease him about it). literally a sponge the way he starts picking up your habits and slang. he's physically incapable of rejecting your puppy-dog eyes. likes to lay sprawled out on top of you. he'll often seek you out if he needs a little extra support.

the feeling that comes with knowing you've found "the one."

xu minghao

the autumn leaves changing. winter constellations. a solar eclipse. the quiet of a house before everyone wakes. those cozy granny-square blankets. white wine. laughing at scary movies.

wine and painting nights. him always making two cups of tea. art museum dates. swaying together to music in the kitchen. him secretly being a sucker for your doting. has your mannerisms memorized and prides himself on it. somehow always knows what to say when you're feeling down.

growing, learning, and experiencing life alongside each other.

boo seungkwan

warm, summer air. mystery flavored lollipops that somehow taste like every flavor all at once. rosy red cheeks.

teasing each other and inside jokes. nicknames like loser, stupid-head, idiot etc. (affectionate). hours long gossip sessions. kisses that taste of coffee and tangerine chapstick. stars in his eyes whenever you're doing literally anything. having his undivided attention.

resident happy pill and mood-maker seungkwan knowing he can let his mask fall around you without judgement.

hansol vernon chwe

watching city lights blur past in the passenger seat of a car at night. cereal at 1am. falling asleep while watching tv. poorly handmade, yet meaningful gifts. assorted candies. buying road trip snacks.

communicating with a single look. ice cream dates in the middle of winter. speaking purely in movie and tiktok references. late-night conversations that take a weird turn. (you've once debated if aliens would like pineapple on pizza). pretending not to notice how shy he gets when initiating physical affection.

loving the strange, bad, and hidden parts of each other as much as the good.

lee chan

the comforting buzz and motion of a subway at night. toothy smiles. watching reruns of your favorite childhood show. surprise parties. the first snow of the new year. concert lights.

driving at 2am, singing at the top of your lungs. random dance parties in the living room. getting noise complaints and giggling about it. pillow fights and board games, competitive, yet both trying to let the other win cause it'll make them happy. asking him to open jars. him getting exceptionally giddy to open said jars. (you're completely capable, but know he likes to feel needed).

making each other's inner child feel safe.

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x you #choi seungcheol x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua hong x reader #joshua x reader #wen junhui x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader #lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #lee seokmin x reader #dokyeom x reader #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #xu minghao x reader #minghao x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #hansol chwe x reader #dino x reader

[kawaiianimeredhead]

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#housemate has been here for almost a year #and doesnt know how to turn on the dish washer #which sure hand washing is a thing #and im sure shes done that sometimes #but also #i know just based on my own eyes #how often she has done the dishes #which is few #few times #tag rambles #dont mind me #(this is also not related to the dishes) #(but the other day i found glass is the dryer) #(from like a game or tea kinda hourglass timer) #(and when i mentioned there was glass in the dryer and also a pen that thankfully didnt bust) #(not directly angry or accusing her of anything but also we both know she was the last in there) #(she was like 'yeah i think i left some things in my pockets sorry') #(you THINK!? what) #(anyways so now im paranoid of possible small glass bits in my clothing and also thinking about the bits of sand i didnt get out of thedry)

[zeroeightzeroone]

can't love you anymore - lee minho

genre: angst

pairings: non-idol!lee minho x gender neutral reader

warnings: one mention of alcohol

notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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minho: hey, i'm gonna be there later than we planned the senior coworkers invited me out for drinks, you know i can't risk saying no to them sorry baby

the messages left you feeling indifferent.

in all honesty, you didn't really care that he would be coming later than planned; considering that this wouldn't be the first time pre-organized plans needed to be postponed or cancelled. by either of you.

of course, the disappointment had set in the first couple of times but eventually, it happened so often that it was to be expected. whether it be on the day of or a couple of hours before, a text or call would be incoming to the other's phone: both methods contained an explanation followed by a short apology. a brief "that's okay" or something similar in response.

you: it's fine get here safely later

minho: thank you baby, i'll see you later

it's become glaringly obvious that both of you were increasingly growing tired of the half-hearted apologies and the effortless responses that followed.

minho: i love you

you: i love you too

sometimes you found yourself wondering when your relationship started to feel like a chore.

when did exchanging words of affection become a part of the routine?

the words "i'm sorry" and "i love you" felt like more of a formality, the appropriate and go-to response between you two. the significance the words once held only faded into obscurity. the hints of remorse and urge to reconcile were gone, the words of affection and dedication now devoid of any meaning, falling flat when uttered. 

as usual, you choose to disregard those fleeting thoughts, using the hours before minho arrives to straighten out and clean up your apartment: throwing clothes into the washer and dryer, changing the sheets and cleaning whatever you saw fit.

at the same time you were trekking around through the unit looking for things to occupy yourself, minho found himself sitting in a grilled meat restaurant. the man seated surrounded by senior coworkers from different departments, the table full of a variety of meat cuts, side dishes and alcohol.

once all your household tasks are completed, you make your way into the living room and switch on the lights to illuminate the apartment unit. you settle down onto the couch, positioned next to the large windows, resting your cheek against your palm as you take in the view of the city.

the sky is slowly beginning to darken as the sun sets behind the skyline, your pointer finger tracing the droplets of rain trickling down the opposite side of the glass pane. the gentle pitter-patter of the raindrops and the pleasant aroma permeating through the crack of the opened window create a soothing environment within your apartment.

a series of soft vibrations captures your attention, drawing your gaze from the window to your phone. you pick it up from the couch armrest as the screen illuminates:

incoming call: minho

accepting the call, you bring the phone up to your ear.

"hello?" you speak into the microphone, "where are you?"

minho slips into the car and you hear the sound of rain-soaked cars and city chatter through his microphone. you catch a bit of his conversation with the cab driver before the door slams.

"i'm in a cab," he finally replies, another set of murmurs directed to the driver before his attention is back on you, "where are you?"

"i'm at home."

"okay, good. i told the driver to go there," minho's voice is dull, laced with exhaustion as he stares out the foggy windows of the taxi.

"are you sure?" you remove the phone from your ear, glancing at the time, "it's almost… 11pm, and it's raining like crazy outside."

"i'll be fine," minho brushes you off, "i'm already on the way."

suddenly you hear the man gasp.

"what? what's going on?"

minho's phone had dropped from his hold, landing next to him.

the impact had travelled through the microphone resulting in a thud on your end, followed by the sound of frantic movement. on the other end of the line, minho is patting down his coat, and his pants; focusing on the pocketed areas, before hurriedly flipping through his bag.

"shit," minho curses, "sir-"

"what's going on, minho?" you ask, even though he can't hear you.

the device is still resting next to him on the seat. your nosiness gets the best of you as you press the phone closer, as if that would help you hear any better.

"i'm so sorry but…" the rest of minho's sentence is inaudible, rendering you unable to decipher the conversation he's having with the driver.

you hear the car screech right before minho picks the phone up again, holding it up to his ear.

"what happened?" you wonder, brows knit together in confusion.

"i left my wallet at the bar," minho grumbles, "didn't realize 'till we drove away so we gotta go back.… hopefully it's still there." 

minho whispers the last part to himself, running a frantic hand through his hair.

"anyway, i'll be there soon," he clears his throat.

an audible sigh leaves your lips and travels down the line, prompting minho to say:

"i'm sorry."

"hmm…?" you hum, "for what?"

"just–" he pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing, "everything..."

you're wracking your brain to think of what to respond to minho, the apology catching you off guard.

it felt different.

the way he apologized was different from before.

this time it had meaning and intention behind it. you understood what he meant by "everything" without the need of any further explanation.

"just… go home minho," you breath out, "get your wallet and go home."

you don't have to say anything else.

there's no need to stand firm on your word as minho doesn't ask if you're sure, he doesn't insist on coming over.

instead, the line falls quiet. neither of you utter a word or make a move to break the connection.

you both just sit on the line silently.

the air between you and minho is uncomfortable and suffocating. leading minho to think the cab driver's picked up on the tense atmosphere as he clears his throat, fingers tapping on the wheel.

what a perfect time to be caught in traffic.

much like your plans, the end had been postponed and cancelled countless times.

you hoped to salvage what once was but every kiss, hug, and touch became meaningless.

"oh, hey–" your voices are low, barely even whispers as you and minho choose to break the silence at the same time.

your faces burning up as you both stammer, pushing the other to speak first.

"sorry…you first," you whisper.

"no, no. you."

you're sitting with your knees drawn up to your chest. in the cab, minho sits with his legs spread, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh. his eyes blink slowly in anticipation.

"i– uh… never mind."

"no, what is it?"

"i don't think we're in love anymore."

there it is.

that one sentence changes everything, saying everything you both needed to, no further explanation is needed.

you both sit on the line as the silence makes an appearance in the atmosphere once again, only this time it's different; it's still, comforting, void of the suffocating weight it once had a few moments ago.

meanwhile, the storm outside progressively gets worse as the minutes pass. inevitably, the rain picks up, leaving you both with those last moments of silence in each other's presence before the signal cuts off.

the connection was lost.

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[rosewaterandivy]

sings like a church with a choir in it

Summary: A blurb not at all inspired by the tragic events I got myself into yesterday due to poor planning and wasting away in bed due to sad girl hours.

Pairing: Steve Harrington OR Eddie Munson (choose your lover!) x curly/coily/wavy fem!reader

WC: 1232K

Warnings/Themes: anxiety, self-care, acts of service, hair wash day & its trials, shower sex (male receiving)

A/N: Eddie and Steve have intricate haircare routines, I know this in my bones. So obviously they help us with wash-day because it's exhausting! This is for my curly/coily/wavy!girls; I see you, I love you, and my arms are tired too 😮‍💨

Please do not interact if you aren't 18+.

Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.

Enjoy! 💜

🎵My baby runs ten miles to win it, she moves like her body's got a fire in it🎵

Damn your shitty timing and utter laziness— the dreaded day has finally arrived, a day that will live in infamy.

Despite a schedule that mostly kept things at bay, stress and anxiety had taken over landing you in bed for an extended stay.

But you couldn’t let the precious motivation you’d saved up go to waste. And that’s how you found yourself staring down the barrel of a wash day and an everything shower.

Fuck.

The bed had been stripped and sheets were in the washer, so you couldn’t even sneak back into the bedroom and recreate a cocoon to wallow in.

With a sigh, you crouch down and grab the necessary supplies: co-wash, leave-in, body exfoliant, razor, and the body wash you’d spent far too much on, but just couldn’t pass up— the scent was otherworldly.

Shower products in place and temperature as hot as it would go, you placed the styling tools in order of use on the countertop and wrangled the hair dryer to balance on the side of the sink.

Towel on the rung close to the shower and t-shirt at the ready, you tug the hairwrap from your head and step into the steamy shower, running your fingers against your scalp to further distribute the oil you’d applied last night.

Once under the stream of water, you take a moment to let the warmth sink into your skin. Rolling your neck as the droplets skim down your neck and chest, a deep breath in and out.

Then you get to work.

Body exfoliant first, quickly followed by shaving your legs. Checking for any nicks, you smile at finding none— phase one, complete.

Music echoing through the bathroom, glass and mirrors too fogged to see through— the opening of the shower door startles you, understandably.

“The fuck?!” You yelp, scalp brush in one hand and co-wash in the other. It’s a miracle you hadn’t dropped either.

The magnetized door of the glass shower clicks open. Just a muted, dull separation that lets a fraction of cool air rush in, towing his body in with it.

He smirks, eyeing you up and down as he joins you. You shuffle over to make room, rolling your eyes. A tsk when he takes the brush from your hand, “Gotta save water babe.”

Take the brush from your hand and reaches over to adjust the temperature of the water. His body is warm and solid behind you, beckoning you to lean against him. His arm falls lazily around your hips, “Lemme help you, sugar.”

As you nod and say something about detangling, he grabs a claw clip and holds it between his teeth while his hands work to section your hair. Mumbles something that sounds like, “Think I don’t know how to take care of my girl?” But you’re not sure, the plastic in his mouth preventing an accurate translation.

Half of your hair clipped up and away, he pumps a few dollops of co-wash in his palm and distributes it through the loose sections. Through the mirror by the showerhead, you can see his brows tilt together in concentration.

Too fucking cute.

He takes it seriously, knowing how tedious the wash-day process can be. Is careful not to pull or tug, not that you’re tender-headed necessarily— just hates to hurt you, the old softie. Fingers card through the conditioned waves, the top section falling with a wet smack down your back.

“Sorry,” He murmurs, bottom lip full and red against the bite of his white teeth. 

Snaking an arm to grasp his forearm, you give a gentle squeeze, “S’okay baby.”

Diligently, he continues the process on this section— taking more time to finger curl and define the strands for more volume. 

Your heart clenches at the thought, god, how you adore him.

He’s humming along to the music under his breath, working the scalp brush gently over the crown of your head. The soft bristles are soothing, you let out a soft sigh and all but melt against the hard line of his torso.

A sonorous laugh that echoes through the stall of the shower and reverberates in his chest. He asks you to turn, voice soft and low. Grabs the retractable shower head to rinse your hair, fingers working against your scalp, a lazy smile gracing his lips.

“Hey sleepyhead,” He says, licking his lips in the hazy steam, a click when he slots the showerhead back into place. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mm,” You hum, head resting on his chest teeth bared against slick warm skin, “Almost.” Then your fingers light on his half-hard cock, which is suddenly very interested in your hand. 

His eyes roll back. “Fuck.” 

“Sorry, honey,” you say, but you’re not, because you know how he likes it. 

He hisses quietly, back hitting the tiles as you step between his legs. “Oh.” He stutters breathlessly, watching your gotcha expression.

You slide to your knees like a supplicant, mouth dropping open so prettily. You purr and lick and nuzzle into him as if you can’t get enough, like be content there between his thighs until the end of time.

Doesn’t matter what he says, half-hearted attempts to remind you about getting to your leave-in fall away in small gasps and swears. You just keep rubbing with your palm, your nimble fingers, your tight grip. 

It should be illegal for someone to be as hot as you, he swears it.

He groans when you give him a slow lick up to his throbbing tip, swirling your tongue at the end, then shoving him down until you choke yourself on it. He jerks up reflexively, getting in two quick thrusts before you pull away with a smile.

You’re looking at him like you could devour him, lower lip pinched tightly between your teeth, breath shallow and quick. His abs constrict when you put your hands on them, feeling your way up his ribs and back down, fingers dancing along planes of bone and muscle.

Lips puckered and glossy with spit and precome that doesn’t stop leaking out of him, making these obscene fucking sounds at the base of his shaft, at the curve of his balls, tugging them into your mouth, keeping them there while he prays for mercy.

“Baby,” he growls, patience gone. “I swear to god.”

He means to threaten you with something— a rough fuck, maybe—but he effectively loses his train of thought when you give him exactly what he’s fantasized about since he’s woken up.

Your candy pink mouth turned red hot and wicked. Wet and slick as you slide him down your throat. You keep your jaw slack and bob your head steadily as if suggesting that he take the lead. 

To your delight, he slowly begins rolling his hips. Experimental at first, half-hearted and worried about startling or choking you, but at the first reflex of a gag, your eyes light up before fluttering half-closed and you practically mewl.

“Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck, honey.”

Hooded dark eyes meet yours, looking down the bridge of his nose, lips parted to match. Panting. Grunting. 

“Don’t stop,” Your voice is a ragged debauched thing.

Suddenly bold because he’s at the end of his rope and about to blow—completely collapse and pour down your throat and all over your pretty little face.

And goddamn, he thinks.

He’s never loved a girl like you.

So much for saving water.

#steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #curly haired!reader #wavy haired! reader #Spotify

[devils-dares]

untitled soft matt fic

summary: you and matt both have bad days, but you're there to pick up each other's pieces.

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood and matt being hurt, bad days :(

word count: 1400+

reblogs and comments appreicated!

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Your day was… hectic to say the least. You ended up eating lunch in your car, just for a moment of peace. Checking the time, you saw that Matt would be on his lunch break so you gave him a call, wanting to talk to him.

“Hello?” You hear his voice through the phone speaker, and the sound of papers rustling in the background.

“Hi, Matt.”

“Hi darling. How’s your day?”

“I’m exhausted, and it’s only lunch.”

“Sounds like a busy day.”

“How has yours been?”

“Slow, surprisingly. I guess people not needing legal advice or counseling is a good thing, but we could use the business.”

“Sounds like a dream right now.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice.” You check your watch and see that your lunchtime is almost over.

“I gotta go, Matty.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You sit in silence for a little bit after hanging up, trying to prepare yourself for the rest of the day. You push your head back into the headrest and take a deep breath.

-----

Today sucked, and driving home you could just imagine having a glass of wine and unwinding. Walking up to your shared apartment with Matt, you could practically taste the air, imaginary thoughts of your favorite meal filling your mind as it felt you were floating up the stairs as if you were in some silly cartoon. Opening the door, you found that the comforting scent you imagined was not your imagination at all, but your boyfriend home early from work in front of the stove. The sleeves on his button up were rolled up to his elbows, apron tied tightly behind his back. A glass of your favorite red was poured out next to his glass.

“Hi.” He says sheepishly, “This was supposed to be done before you got here.”

“What are you doing?” You ask incredulously.

“Slow day, I told you. Thought I’d come home and surprise you. Oh! I drew a bath for you. Go relax, I got the rest of this and then I’ll meet you there.” You couldn’t say no to his tempting words, so you set your bag down and made your way to the bathroom with your wine, where a steamy bath awaited you. Ridding yourself of your clothing, you step in, the perfectly warm water soothing your body. A few sips of wine later and you truly feel relaxed, body sinking a little further in the water until it reaches just below your chin. The door quietly opens, and you hear Matt’s socked feet pad in. Gentle fingers meet your cheek, dragging down to the tip of your chin and turning your face to meet his unfocused eyes. You smile, tilting your head to press a kiss to his palm, watching a smile grow on his face as well.

Finishing off your wine, you hand the glass to Matt, who places it on the counter before taking his spot behind you after shedding his clothes. You rest up against him, head resting against his shoulder as his chest presses against your back.

“Relaxed yet?” He asks, and you smile again.

“Mhm, thank you, Matty.”

“Anything for you.” You sit in silence a little longer, until the water goes cold and your fingers turn wrinkly. He helps you out and quickly wraps himself in a towel, telling you to wait for a second. You take that time to dry off and he comes back dressed with sweatpants and a t-shirt in his hands, both of which are his.

“I- uh, dropped them in the dryer so they’d be warm for you.” You smile and plant a kiss on his cheek, which causes a dark red blush to flush his face. After getting dressed, you make your way to the dinner table, where a steaming hot plate of food is waiting for you. You try to pull your chair out but a “wait!” yelled by Matt makes you pause.

“Let me.” He pulls your chair out for you and presses a kiss to your neck once you sit down. He pours you another glass of wine, and you dig in, the flavors of your favorite comfort meal melting on your tongue. You let out a groan, letting yourself fall back into the chair, Matt lets out a chuckle across from you.

“What is it?” He asks with a smile on his face as if he already knows your answer.

“It’s so good.” You say with a mouthful of food. He lets you finish your food and then takes the plates to the sink, washing them and not allowing you to participate in any of the cleanup.

The clock strikes ten o’clock as the two of you cuddle up on the couch, with you drifting in and out of sleep with Matt supporting your weight.

“Hey, let me take you to bed.” You nod wordlessly and he huffs out a laugh, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to your shared bedroom, where he pulls the blankets back and lays you down, tucking you in and kissing you on the forehead.

“Going out tonight?” You ask sleepily.

“Yeah, I’ll be back before you know it.” He steps out of the room to change but before he could tell you that he loved you, you were already asleep. He shakes his head, not able to rid himself of his near constant smile that you caused, and pulls his helmet on.

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Tonight did not, in fact, go the way Matt intended. He entered the apartment through the roof access, trying to keep his pained groans to a minimum so as to not wake you. That did not go according to plan, as he slipped a step and groaned loudly, clutching his midsection at the searing pain.

“Matty?” He heard your sleep-ridden voice ring out.

“I’m fine, bug.” But he can tell from your heartbeat that you didn’t believe him, consciousness coming back to you quickly. You exit the room and peer up at Matt, who’s still a few steps up and clutching his stomach in one hand and the railing in the other.

“Take the suit off and sit on the couch, I’ll grab the kit.” He nods and follows your directions, ridding himself of his top while you grab the metal box from the bathroom. Wordlessly, you begin cleaning him up, stitching what needed to be stitched and bandaging up the rest. You kiss his scarred skin here and there, making sure he felt as loved as you did. Once you finished, you got up to return the box and wash your hands. Coming back to Matt, you grab his hands but he pulls you into his lap instead.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay, you took such good care of me earlier, let me do the same.” He nods. You grab a pack of peas from the freezer and warm up some leftovers from dinner. Pouring the food in a plate, you let Matt eat while you hold the frozen peas to his bruised shoulder. You sit in comfortable silence with him as he continues eating, observing a darkening bruise on his jaw and a new split in his lip.

“I can feel you staring, y’know. I’m fine, just a rough night.” You hum, not believing that it was ‘just a rough night’ but you knew Matt didn’t want to talk about it from his body language. Once he finishes and puts the plate down, you sweep his hair out of his face, kissing his forehead, sticky with sweat.

“Do you want to go to bed?” He nods.

“Alright, why don’t you go get ready and I’ll clean up.” He protests but you were quick to shut him down.

“You did the same for me earlier, without complaint. Let me do something for you once.” He nods again and silently makes his way to the bathroom to wash his face. You clean up the wrappers from the bandages and wraps, pop the peas back in the freezer, and wash the plate. After cleaning up a little bit of blood that had dripped from his body, you head to the bedroom, where Matt was already laying. He beckons for you to lay with him, so you do, his arms immediately pulling you into his warm body.

“Love you so much, bug.”

“Love you too, Matty.” You wait for his snores to spill from between his lips before letting sleep take you, a smile on your face as you stay wrapped around Matt.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x male!reader #daredevil #daredevil fluff #daredevil fanfic #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil x male reader #daredevil x male!reader #daredevil x gn!reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x female reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fluff #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x female reader #marvel x fem!reader #marvel x gn!reader #marvel x male!reader #marvel x male reader

[girlzwfun]

⠀⸺ ❝ BLACK & WHITE ❞

warnings – none really besides mentions of alcohol.

setting – december, 2023

word count – 768

a/n — i finished reading one true loves and decided it was time <3 also love niall horan

the heat lingered heavily in the bathroom, the steam fogging up the mirror. cheri had her hair dryer turned on the highest setting and a playlist still on from her shower. willow had sprawled out on the floor outside the bathroom, suddenly perking up and running off at a distant sound. she was preoccupied with thoughts about her upcoming concert. she had spent all day with hyesu privately rehearsing and, unfortunately, pushed herself too hard. by the time she had left HYBE, she was lightheaded and her knee ached; she wanted nothing more than to come home and get in bed. after a short nap, she scrubbed the day off in the shower.

willow’s paws thumped against the tile as she appeared beside cheri. the dog bounced around until she began barking. cheri jumped when joshua suddenly appeared in the doorway, visibly exhausted but still the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

“oh!” she gasped and instinctively flung her arms around his neck. “i didn’t hear you come in.” his strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and he pressed himself into her.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he said into her hair. “i thought willow was a good alarm system.” the couple glanced down at the white puff of fur sitting in the hall and laughed.

“come on,” joshua pulled back. “i brought dinner — japchae from your favorite place.” giddily, cheri almost ran out of the bathroom with joshua in tow. the scent of their meal met her nose before the newly decorated living room appeared before her eyes. joshua had been home longer than she’d thought; he had set the coffee table with dinner and their drinks and lit candles all around.

“shua,” the woman uttered. “this is so sweet. you didn’t have to do this.” cheri placed both of her hands on his face and kissed him softly.

“it’s okay,” he said, “i wanted to. we haven’t had a proper date night in a while.” joshua guided her down to the sofa. they settled and he opened the bottle of wine and poured it into their glasses. the two fell into a comfortable conversation about things they had missed in each other’s lives recently.

once the food was gone and the glasses were empty, they found themselves nestled on the couch. pulling a throw blanket over them, joshua combed through cheri’s hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. with a contented sigh, her eyes fluttered closed and she released a soft hum. he listened to her steady breathing, watching as her eyes fluttered, feeling her fingers dance across his forearm. he was so in love.

“marry me,” he said, barely above a whisper. her head shot up from his chest, eyes bulging in their sockets and jaw hung open. “i- damn it.” joshua’s hand quickly came up to cover his face. cheri, still gawking, pushed herself off of him.

the flustered man sat up as well, taking the opportunity to dash to the bedroom, leaving cheri with the question (statement?) she pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced down the hallway. they had talked about getting married and cheri knew that he was it for her. but, with their lives, she didn’t know if they could keep an engagement quiet, let alone a wedding.

joshua glided down the hallway once more, his hands hidden behind his back. cheri’s heart fluttered in anticipation when she realized this was really happening.

“cher, you are the best part of my day,” he began, lowering himself to his knees. “i’ve known you were the one since i met you. you are the only person i want to see after the longest, hardest days. i love you. will you marry me?” the white box clutched his hands opened to reveal the ring.

cheri clasped her hands together, a smile spreading across her face. “of course,” she answered before throwing her arms around his neck. “i love you. so much.” her cheeks were aching and joshua began pulling away. wordlessly, he took her hand and slipped the ring on with a kiss to her knuckle.

“i’m so… i’m just…” in awe, she placed her hands on his face and kissed him hard.

“very happy.” joshua laughed. “i had something else planned, but it just felt right to do it now.” his hands were around her waist, restlessly rubbing her back.

“i want to know all about it, fiancé.” cheri kissed him again, joshua pulling her to stand up. “i know that whatever you had planned would have been incredible, but this was perfect.”

“i can’t wait to marry you.”

BONUS

“mom, i just wanted to get breakfast.” chaerin whined. “i’m not being suspicious!” haesook eyed her daughter through her sunglasses. she sat her coffee cup down, studying her daughter again.

“if you’re pregnant—”

“not! i am not! oh my god,” she covered her face, making sure her ring was on full display. haesook only hummed, cheri rolling her eyes and dropping her hands.

“well, if nothing is really happening…” the older woman turned in her seat, looking over the menu once more. chaerin threw her head back in frustration.

“mom,” she held up her hand. “he proposed last night.” her mother lowered her sunglasses, pulling her hand closer to look at the ring, a smile forming on her face.

“oh, chaerin, it’s beautiful.” she remarked. “i’m happy for you both.” haesook gave her hand a squeeze.

cheri’s face lit up with a radiant smile as she held the ring out to her mother. “he had it customized in italy,” she explained eagerly. “look at the engraving.”

haesook inspected the inscription with delicate fingers. she carefully turned and examined the band for a moment before placing it back on her daughter’s finger.

“cherish it forever. he’s one in a million.” she says, twisting it so the word is face up. “he’s good for you. you’re both very lucky.”

chaerin knows she is — they are.

swiping over it one last time, she turned it back the right way. a forever reminder.

Eternally.

#˗ˏˋ new romantics ⟶ ❛ cheri ❜ #˗ˏˋ new romantics ⟶ ❛ writing ❜ #ficnetfairy #kpop oc #idol oc #bts 8th member #bts female addition #bts female member #bts female oc #bts addition #fictional kpop community #fictional idol addition #fictional idol soloist #fictional soloist #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol

[tangylemonade]

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐). (𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟾𝚔

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Your head turned to the door the moment you heard the sound of the code being entered. The phone that you’d been mindlessly scrolling on completely discarded as you jumped up and made your way to the door excitedly. It was nearly 3 am and your boyfriend was only just getting home.

“Hanbinnie!” You said excitedly, falling into his arms the moment the door opened.

Between you being busier these days with your ever increasing workload and Hanbin working on his comeback you two found yourselves constantly missing each other. This was due to either partner being asleep when the other came home or leaving before the other could awaken.

His arms wrapped around and squeezed tightly while walking you two deeper into the house and closing the door with his foot.

“What are you doing still awake babe?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he nuzzled his face into your neck not wanting to release the hug.

You giggled and gently pushed on his chest so you could look at him. Once he reluctantly let you go you leaned against him, looking into his eyes.

“Well I got your schedule…“ You started to say but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off with a soft kiss against your lips, his index finger and thumb gently cradling your chin.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to recall the rest of your sentence.

“Sorry I couldn’t resist.” He said softly, his lips still tantalizingly close. “You can continue now.”

“Huh? Oh.. yeah I…uhm.. ugh, you can't just kiss me mid sentence. I don't even remember what I was trying to say.” You huffed.

He softly laughed at you “You were saying you got my schedule…?”

“Right. Yeah uhm I got your schedule and…uhm…”

The way he gazed at you made it impossible to finish a thought. “Oh forget it.” You said, exasperated by how flustered your boyfriend still made you after all this time.

“The point is my schedule is clear tomorrow and so is yours.”

“Really? There were like 7 meetings I had to be at tomorrow.” He questioned all while his hands slid lower and lower down your back.

“Moved.” You said simply, becoming more and more distracted the lower his hands traveled.

It actually didn’t matter to him how tired he would be tomorrow, looking at you right now made him realize the level in which he missed you. Your gorgeous smile, your melodic voice, your beautiful laugh, your sexy body, all which were enough to keep him wide awake.

Your eyelids became heavier as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere breaths away from touching when he suddenly pulled away and made his way to the bedroom.

You glared at him when you caught sight of the smirk that playfully teased the corner of his mouth.

“I’m gonna go shower, it’s been a long day.” He said before disappearing through the door.

You did the last bits of cleaning in the kitchen and then went and got a towel to throw in the dryer to get warm for him. A little something you liked to do for him ever since he expressed to you how much he didn’t like being cold. The laundry machines were in the bathroom so you quickly grabbed a towel from the dresser and brought it to the dryer.

He was already in the shower and you could see his silhouette through the fogged glass, aiding in working you up more than you already were. He was humming and paid no mind to you entering the bathroom like you always did. You turned to exit the bathroom but paused when Hanbin called your name asking if you could pass him the shampoo.

You got the shampoo from the sink cabinet when a mischievous smile blossomed on your face at a thought that had just sprung into your mind. You slowly pulled your tee shirt above your head tossing it onto the floor along with your underwear. You held back a giggle as you snuck over to him.

You slid the glass quickly yelling boo, bursting into laughter at his startled face. He frowned at you but you continued to laugh until you felt his hand wrapped around your wrist. Suddenly you found yourself pressed against his wet, warm, hard chest… the hot water from the shower now flowing down your back. You looked up at his dark eyes causing your breath to stop in your lungs. His expression was one of pure infatuation, your naked bodies completely flush against each other.

“It seems we had similar plans.” He said.

You tilted your head inquisitively and he gestured to the open shampoo that was already in the shower.

You gasped dramatically, “You planned to pull me in the shower all along didn’t you?”

“And you already planned to join me.” He replied with a smirk.

You shrugged nonchalantly before bringing your hands to his face, caressing his cheek with one and moving his wet hair out of it with the other.

Without another word your lips quickly tangled with his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands that craved to feel you now relished in their victory.

Hanbin caressed your every curve taking extra time on your ass which he was ever so obsessed with. He squeezed your hips and thighs before playfully giving your ass a slap, the water making it sting more than usual. You gasped into his mouth and he used that as a chance to slide his tongue in and take control of the kiss. He pulled your leg over his hip and you felt his hard member against your core, making the heat of your desire much more intense.

He pressed your back against the wall continuing in his plans to ravishing your supple flesh. His soft lips bounced from one spot to another, never forgetting to give attention to all the ones he knew you loved. A particularly hard suck against your bosom earned him a playful slap against his shoulder which to your secret delight encouraged him more than discouraging him. You loved to be marked by him, to have something to remember him by while he was away.

His hands massaged you as his kisses and kitten licks traveled lower and lower, down the valley of your breast, over the beating of your heart, past your navel, stopping right at your aching heat.

Hanbin lowered to his knees in front of you, your leg lifted on his shoulder while he continued his work. You threw your head back, almost falling the moment his tongue entered you. Your fingers laced through his hair and pulled with every flick of his skillful tongue causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making everything more intoxicating.

Your breathing became more rapid and your moans more desperate, the sensation of his mouth against your pussy beyond mesmerizing. And just like that your body shook as your orgasm rushed through you. Hanbin held your hips still as he lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

Once Hanbin pulled away you quickly tried to catch your breath but he clearly had other plans. His lips crashed against yours, your leg back wrapped around him. He braced you against the wall just before pushing his length inside of you, stretching you ever so deliciously. You cried out as tears pricked your eyes, the intensity of the post orgasm sensitivity paired with the sudden fullness was disorienting.

Hanbin slowly began to move inside of you while he littered breathy kisses against your damp flesh. Water poured between your bodies and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You could hardly process anything as he pounded into you, the pleasure already balling in your stomach. Your cries echoed against the shower walls and his breathy moans filled the remaining pockets of quiet.

Hanbins movement stuttered and you could feel that he was getting closer. You were practically whimpering when your coils finally snapped again, rippling through your body stronger than the last. Your juices mixed with his pre cum and dripped from your swollen pussy down his cock. He pulled out and watched as the water carried your essence down your thigh. Hanbin hissed through his teeth at the sight. He could never get enough of you.

He used his index and middle fingers to tenderly push the juices back into you before using his cock to stuff it deeper. This time you collapsed into him, the intensity being too much for you to handle. You were sure you didn’t have anything left in you but as he began to move you felt the tightening feeling of another high approaching. His hips snapped into you and you felt as if you would split open. He reached so deep inside of you, his body pressed up against you as he stretched you more than ever.

“Y/N…” he grunted. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.”

You responded with your lips against his, too disoriented to do anything else but messily kiss him.

You could feel him twitching in you already signaling his quickly approaching release. Hanbin spilled into you and with that once again an orgasm shocked through your body. This time your body was completely exhausted so he had to hold you up against him so you wouldn’t fall.

Your labored breathing was what sobered him. You could tell he felt a little bad by how gingerly he washed you, holding you up in the shower. Hanbin took the warm towel out the dryer and wrapped it around you before carrying you into the bedroom and laying you on the bed. He knew how much you hated dry skin so he diligently helped you lotion before pulling one of his shirts over your head, kissing you furrowed brow when you grimaced from the movement. He finished by pulling a pair of panties onto you, giving your butt a gentle smack after you had rolled over and reached for the covers.

Hanbin finished up with himself and then slid into bed with you who was drifting off. You rolled into him and he rubbed your back, shushing you comfortingly when he heard you grimace from the movement. You knew you were gonna be sore as hell in the morning but you didn’t care.

“I love you.” You whispered in a half slurred voice.

“I love you more, babe. Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He said rubbing your hip to sooth you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved every bit of it.” You said snuggling into his embrace.

“Naughty girl.” He said playfully tickling you until you used your last bit of energy to swat him away.

“Only for you.”

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[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt4

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 4

Chris ended up never texting me last night. He probably fell asleep. I don’t blame him. I wish I was sleeping early last night. I’m worried about whether he'll pass his calculus exam. He didn’t text this morning either.

I wasn’t worried. I mean we only texted once I’m not attached or anything. 

And not to mention how distracted I am with work. Maybe it is better that he didn't pull my focus away from the important things. 

“Good morning,” my mom stumbled into the kitchen

“Good morning mom,” I responded. She rubbed her eyes and sat at the island in our kitchen. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine, I guess. I have a throbbing headache though,” She rubbed her temples with both hands, shutting her eyes and sighing. 

I walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some advil. I filled a glass with some tap water and gave the pills and water to her. She mumbled a quiet “thank you” when she grabbed the water from my hand. I put the pills on the counter and grabbed my bag off the chair next to her.

“I’m about to leave for school. Do you need anything before I go?” 

She replied, “When you get out of school can you go to the store and buy me some new socks? I can’t seem to find any.”

“Yeah, mom I’ll get you some. But just so you know they have some clean socks in the basket on the dryer.” I kissed the top of her head, spinning around and heading towards the front door. 

“Thank you, Y/n. I love you, be safe.”

I looked back at her. “I love you too, mom.” 

I opened the front door, stepping outside into the cool air. 

–

I'm sitting in the parking lot, waiting for the first school bell to ring. I decided I’d smoke the rest of my joint before going into the building. It wasn’t much, just a little less than half. I’m not super lightweight with weed, thankfully. 

The clock on my car hit 6:50, meaning it was time to go inside before the late bell rings. I grabbed my stuff from the backseat and shut off my car, locking it and walking into the school building.

To be honest, I’ve been thinking about Chris most of the morning. I really hope he does well on his calculus test today.

Time for gym class. The most dreaded class of the day. But, at least I didn’t have to do it sober, right?

–

First and second hour seemed to pass by really quickly. It is now third hour and I’m sitting at my desk. I have so many butterflies in my stomach. I feel like I’m going to throw up, like something is going to happen. I don’t know why I feel like this. I might be hungry.. Or nervous. My high wore off midway through the second period meaning I was now sober again. A few people told me I needed perfume this morning. I hope I masked the smell well. I didn’t need anyone knowing I did such crazy activities in my down time. 

I looked up from my phone, seeing Chris walk in the room. His hair was a mess and his eyes looked droopy like he didn’t get enough sleep last night. He looked at me. I slightly smiled at him, pulling my headphones down to my shoulders. He trudged slowly over to my desk, rubbing his eyes with his fingers before blinking down at me. 

“Good morning, Christopher.” Something in my stomach just turned. I did feel nervous. But not just nervous, nervous to be around him. 

“Good morning,” he grunted out. He sat down on top of my desk, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Did you get to study for your calculus test?” I asked him cautiously. I didn’t know how tired Chris would react, if he would be cranky or calm. 

“I did. All night, actually. I was going to text you but I figured you’d be exhausted. You needed the rest.”

He cared about how much I rested? So he didn’t call me, not because he was asleep but because he didn’t want to bother me. 

“Oh, silly I didn’t mind. Honestly, I was worried about whether you had been able to study.” I picked at my thumb nail, feeling his gaze on me. “How did that go by the way?”

“I think I got it all crammed into my head. I don’t get most of it but I know the basics. I’m so tired though. I slept through first and second hour.” He let out a light chuckle. A chuckle that made my insides tingle. 

“I can tell, your hair is a mess.” I brought my hand up to his head, carefully fixing his hair. His face went bright pink and he looked away from me. 

“Yeah, it’s tough to sleep with your head on a desk.” If Chris wasn’t next to me I probably wouldn’t have heard him. 

“Trust me, I know. I used to sleep in my classes a lot last year.” He turned to look at me, his face back to its original color. He was really pretty in this lighting. Classroom lighting isn’t the best, but somehow he makes it work. 

“Y/n,” he looked at me with a puzzled expression. I looked up at him, nodding my head slightly. “Do you smell weed in here?”

I shut my eyes. Shit, it’s still lingering on my clothes.

I quickly opened my eyes and reached into my bag, grabbing perfume for the fourth time today. 

“Sorry.” I stated to no one in particular. I sprayed my jacket with the perfume before placing it back into my bag. 

He had slightly wide eyes when I looked back at him.

“You smoke?” Chris was now staring at me waiting for my answer. 

“Um, every now and then I do. Is that a problem?” It didn’t come out as rude or harsh but more like a genuine question. He quickly shook his head.

“No, not at all. I just- You don’t seem like the type, you know?” I giggled quietly.

“Thanks?” I replied. The bell rang as he opened his mouth to speak. A man walked into the class. A man who’s not our teacher. Chris looked dead into my eyes and mumbled a quiet, “I’ll see you in a few,” before getting up from the top of my desk and moving to his in the back. 

“As you can see, your teacher isn’t here today. I won't be a substitute. I have a paper I will put on this desk. You all need to come look at the room you need to go to for this class period. As far as I know, your teacher will be back on Monday. Don’t push, shove, or act like wild animals when you come up here to check the paper. When you find your name and room number, sign your initials and go to that class. You don’t go to your assigned class and you will be marked as skipped, everyone understands?” The teacher looked around the class, making sure everyone knew what he was explaining. He nodded his head to himself,  “Good, you may go check your rooms.”

I got up, slowly walking to the paper on the empty desk in the front of the class. I waited for a few people before grabbing the paper, finding my name and room number. 

“What room did you get?” I felt Chris’s presence was too close to me. I turned my head slightly to see him practically leaning over me. I felt my legs start to give out a little bit, but I stood strong.

“I have to go to room 962. Yours says 240. Do you want me to sign your name for you?” I looked back at him once again, showing him the paper.

“Yes, thank you. It sucks that we have to go across the school from each other. Would you mind if I walked you there?” My eyes opened slightly. I quickly shifted, turning to face him.

“No, you don’t have to do that. I have to walk up 2 flights of stairs. Don’t waste energy you don’t have, Chris.” He looked kind of sad when I said that. 

“Trust me, I’ll be fine. Just let me walk you this one time?” I sighed. The paper was now out of my hand and on the desk. Chris was bent over the desk, signing my initials first, then his own. I rolled my eyes, went back to my desk, and grabbed my things. Chris did the same thing before we both walked out of the double doors to exit the class. 

Walking seemed like it took forever. Those stairs killed me, and Chris hasn’t said much to me. We walked close, but not too close. When we arrived at my class, I thanked him for walking me.

“Thank you, Chris. I’m sorry you had to walk me all the way over here,”

“No, don’t worry, I don't mind. I guess I should start going back down, huh?” He chuckled a little, pulling his hair out of his eyes once again. Then, he suddenly had a look on his face like he was the smartest man in the world.  “Hey, why don’t you text me?”

I smiled up at him. “Sure, Chris, I’ll text you.”

He smiled back before slowly turning around and walking to his class, across the school. I blew the hair out of my face before walking into the classroom and finding an empty desk at the back. 

–

It’s been about 30 minutes since I’ve been in class with no one I know. I had put my music on and started reading before I remembered to text Chris. I pulled out my phone and put my book away on the desk in front of me.

Hey, Chris. I pressed send. Before I could even put my phone down, I felt it vibrate in my hand. I looked down at it, reading the new message that popped up on my phone. 

Hola Y/n. He waited a second before sending another text. Sorry, I’m in a Spanish class right now. I smiled down at my phone. 

You’re silly. I’m in an art class. I don’t know anyone here. I found myself waiting for his next response. I know he read it, read receipts were on. I saw the message bubble pop up. It was an image.

I know a few people here. Class is boring as hell though. I smiled again, pressing on the picture and finding Madi and his brother Matt in the picture as well as someone I didn’t recognize.

Lucky, I’m all by myself. But I don’t mind it. Now, I can read in peace:) He responded fast.

I like how you just read all the time. Not many people do. It’s cool. What are you reading by the way?

I looked at the book, now closed, on my desk. I took a picture and sent it to him. 

Is that the giant book you carry everywhere with you? I didn’t know you were into poetry. I felt heat rush to my face. He noticed the book because I carried it around. He looked at me enough to realize that it was in my hand all the time. The message bubble popped up again. I sat and waited for his text to be sent.  A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases, it will never. Pass into nothingness, but still will keep. A bower quiet for us, and a sleep. I looked down at the poem he sent. A poem by John Keats from 1956. A poem I was fond of. How’d he know that?

Did you google that? He took a second to respond. 

No, it may not seem like it, but I actually enjoy poetry. Reading isn’t my thing but I have a soft spot for anything poetic. 

He’s poetic, I thought to myself. I shook my head to myself softly.

Yeah, I didn’t take you as the type to like that kind of stuff. But it’s really nice to know, Chris. He sent a smiley face. I placed my phone down, thinking the conversation was over. Then, I felt my phone vibrate again on the desk. I picked it up and read the message. 

So, are you free tonight? I shut my eyes. I was off work Fridays and Sundays. I typed a quick message.

Yes, why?

Wanna hang out? I could still use some help on my calculus even though my test is next hour. Just to prepare me for the next one, yk? I felt my stomach turn a little. 

Sure, Chris. That sounds perfect. And just to let you know, I don’t have work on Fridays and Sundays. Sundays I'm usually pretty busy though. I pressed send waiting, once again. 

Ok, good. What time do you think we should do this? And where? Depending if my mom was home and how clean the house was, then definitely not my house. I didn’t want him to see how we lived. I mean we have a decent house, but it for sure isn’t a big beautiful house. 

I sent him a response after pondering for a while. I have to run to the store after school so probably not until later in the day. 5 maybe? And you can pick the place to meet at.

I made sure to put meet at so he didn’t suggest mine, or his house. 

5 is good. And how about we meet at the cafe near the library. That was a perfect answer, Chris. I needed a new book anyways so after I help him, I can go get the few books I need. 

Perfect. I’ll see you there. Or do you want me to pick you up? 

No no don't worry about that. I’ll get Matt to bring me. 

Chris and I sent a few texts back and forth. The bell rang, signaling the 4th hour was about to start. I sent him a quick, good luck on your calculus test, Chris. Just do your best and don’t stress over it. I picked up my things and made my way to my next class.

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[dia-souls]

🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing : Subaru 🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Smut, NFSW, Sexual Themes

Chapter : 2 ( ending )

Warning: ⚠️ This fanfic includes NSFW please read at your risk and if you are uncomfortable with the themes of this story then I recommend you read more of the light hearted ones we have created. ⚠️

🌹 ~ Sweet Rose~ 🌹

Yui immediately hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Her whole body felt this intense heat coming from inside and a dew lingered on her skin which made her feel gross. Once she reached the bathroom she frantically turned on the tap and splashed ice-cold water on her face. Her mind was still reeling from that extreme dream she just had.

What exactly was that-she thought as she splash more and more water on her face trying to extinguish the fire that was still burning nonstop in her gut. After a few minutes, Yui turned off the water and slumped on the bathroom floor to catch her breath. The heat in her stomach had reconciled just a bit to where it was less uncomfortable. Her hair was damped and strains were stuck to her wet cheeks. Her nightgown was completely soaked throughout and to top it all off, she had ruined panties. “Haah….just what had happened? Why was I having that dream about me and Subaru-Kun?! I feel like such a pervert! How will I even be able to show my face to him tomorrow? Ugh!”

Yui crouch herself into a ball and stayed like that for a while until she had enough strength to get up and go back to her room. After witnessing the horror of the “mess”, she left on the bedsheets, she immediately ripped them off her bed and race down to the laundry room, shoving her sheets in the washing machine. She wiped the sweat off her brow and lean on the dryer until her stuff finish. She prayed to god that nothing like that would ever happen again.

Little did she know, it appears that karma was inching to punish.

For 5 days. Five unbearable intense days. Yui would go to bed and each time she would have a different dream involving Subaru and herself. And each time she would wake up a mess, unable to think straight and feeling as hot as a volcano. During those days she avoids Subaru at all costs. If he was walking down the hall, she walk the other way. If they were in the limo, she wouldn’t sit beside him. And if they were having dinner, she would be on the other side of the table.

Yui hated that she had to avoid him but she didn’t have a choice. If got within one centimeter of him, she might combust on impact. The best thing to do is lay low and wait till these horrid dreams disperse. However, what she hadn’t known was, Subaru had caught on to her strange behavior over the past week and it was starting to piss him off.

When he tries to corner her about it, she finds some way to escape or would avoid him entirely. Like every time she was around for even just a second, her face would become a tomato red color and she would run away like triplets were chasing her. It began to bug him each time she made an effort to pretend that he wasn’t there, and after the fifth day, he had enough of this cruel game she was playing. He was going to find out one way, or another.

On the sixth night, Yui was in her room, sewing up a tear in her uniform and reading a book on dreams that Ruki had given her. She wanted to know the cause of her perverted dreams but was way too embarrassed to tell someone. Especially the boys. She felt ill just even imagining what they would say to her if they found out about her annoying problem. They tease the living crap out of her and call her rude names than something probably even worst!

“Ah. I can’t think straight! What’s wrong with me? Those dreams have been plaguing my mind since Wednesday. If I have another one I might just go crazy!” She sighed. “I need something to calm my nerves. Hmm, maybe a glass of cold water might help.” Yui got up from her bed and smooth out the wrinkles in her new nightgown. Her old one had been batter and beaten by the boys, not to mention that it was the poor subject of all her dreams.

She went to go buy a new one but when she arrived at the store, she was pressured by one of the staff women to buy a white lacy one that was much shorter than her previous one. No matter how many times she tried to pull it down, it would always come back up. Another thing she wasn’t so keen on was how the gown showed off her cleavage. Once again she tried to pull it up but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Luckily a white cardigan came with the outfit so she was still able to cover up. She opened her door and made sure the coast was clear before heading downstairs.

Once she made her way to the kitchen, she didn’t turn on the light to make sure she wouldn’t wake anyone. So she used her phone’s flashlight to find the correct cabinet that held the glasses. The good news she found the right cabinet, the bad news is that it was high up which meant she was going to have to get on her tippy toes.

Yui placed her phone down on the counter and reached with all her might to open the cabinet. As she was doing so, her cardigan began to slide off her shoulders but she was too focused on the task at hand to notice. “Just a little more! Who thought it was a good idea to put the cups on the tallest shelf? Doesn’t Reiji know that some of us can’t reach that high? Ok, I’ve almost…go it…just a bit-“ As Yui's finger grazed the handle, another hand popped up from behind and open it.

Yui felt present behind her. She had thought it might’ve been Reiji who had come to scold her about being up so late. However, when she turned around to apologize, there, was the same man that she so desperately tried to avoid for the past week.”S-Subaru?!” Yui jumped back in surprise. She tried to back away from him but remember that there was a counter right behind her.

Yui looked at Subaru. He too was dressed in causal night clothes consisting of a plain black shirt with grey pants. His hair looked freshly washed and straightened but compare to how deadly his eyes looked. She knew she wasn’t about to leave easily.

“Oi. Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep in your room like a good girl?” Yui held her breath as Subaru walked closer to her. The effects of his presents were taking a toll on her body. She was so flustered but there was no way she could let Subaru know that.” I wanna t-to get a glass of water.” Yui whispered as she fiddled with her hands trying to look at anything but his face. Subaru set down the cup and pushed Yui more into the counter then pressed his taller body against her shorter one.

“You’ve been actin’ real weird lately. I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you for a whole week now but it seems like you’ve been avoiding me” Yui immediately tensed up! Oh no he found out? Was she that obvious? Yui lips quivered as she looked for a way to escape. She thought about slipping past him but he was already one step ahead of her. Subaru slammed his hands on the counter, blocking the poor girl from any chance of escape. “Honestly, did you think that I wouldn’t find out about your strange behavior? God, you are stupid aren’t you? If anything your little stunt has been pissing me off and I think you should take responsibility.”

Subaru grabbed Yui by the wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen. Yui tried her best to plead with the vampire to let her go, but he was having none of it. After this bullshit week, he thought it was time they had a little chat. Subaru had taken them to his bedroom and pushed her in. Yui stumbled and fell back on top of his coffin.

Subaru locked the door and went up to the frightened girl who was frantically looking for a place to run. Subaru grabbed her by the arms and pinned her down. “Now, tell me. Why the fuck have you been ignoring me like I’m so kind of a virus?!” Yui stayed silent. How is earth was she supposed to tell him about her dreams? The embarrassment was too much to bare.” Tch. If you don’t answer me then I’ll just have to ask your body.”

Subaru licked his lips before ripping off her cardigan and yanking the straps down. “Wait no! Subaru stop!” But he wouldn’t listen. Subaru placed his nose on her porcelain white skin before licking a stripe up her neck. Yui teeth dug into her lips to stop herself from moaning. This was getting dangerous. If Subaru doesn’t stop his menstruations, she might just, *BITE*. Yui yelped in pain as Subaru's sharp hot fangs shank deeply into her neck. Blood began to flow into Subaru's mouth and down her chest. She tried to struggle but it was no use. Her body wasn’t listening to her, instead, it was obeying only Subaru. As her blood pour down his throat, he couldn’t deny that it taste different.

It tasted extraordinary. The taste was so rich and sweet, it was thicker so every drop quenched his thirst. However, his hungry still was relentless. He tear his face from her neck and licked every inch of blood there was. No wasting a single drop. “Haaa…your blood…fuck it's good. The texture of it has changed from the other times I’ve sucked it. I wonder if that’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me. Didn’t want me to find out about how different it tastes huh? Or maybe it’s something else. I’m in a pretty shitty mood right now and the slightest thing could set me off. So if you wanna keep living then I suggest you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

Yui had her head turned away, her breathing was slow but her heartbeat kept getting louder. Her cheeks were flushed with red and her eyes were coated in a heavy layer of arousal. She hated that she didn’t know what was going on with her body, she hated that she was having such lewd dreams every night, and she hated that right now at this very moment, she wanted nothing more than for Subaru to eat her up.

She turned her head to look back at him, her lips were red from biting them and she had a few tear drops running down her face. She wanted to look away from those angry red eyes that captivated her, to not stare at those fangs that made her blood boil, but she had no choice. She couldn’t deal with this unbearable lust anymore! It was too much to handle.

“ T-The truth is Subaru-Kun, i-I’ve been having these dreams lately where….” “Why did you stop? Speak up alright!” “Alright fine! I've been having dreams that involve you and me. In those dreams, something lewd always happens and I end up waking up covered in sweat and something else. The things you’ve done to me in those dreams made my body feel weird and I can’t control it! Even now as you’re looking at me, I can’t bear it! My body is so hot right now and I desperately want your fangs! Your everything….this is why I avoid you because I knew that if I got within an inch of you that I wouldn’t survive! That’s why I've been avoiding you for a week….”

Yui expected him to look at her with disgust and anger for even thinking about him in a perverted dream. But instead, he laughed. “No fucking way! You’ve been having wet dreams about me?! I knew there was something wrong with you but I just thought it had something to do with your blood. But is even better!” A wet dream? Is that what it’s called? She thought that she might’ve heard that term somewhere before but couldn’t even get the chance to think as Subaru got in her face and gave her a toothy grin.

“Heh, who knew you were such a pervert~ I thought you were an innocent little girl but you're more naughty than I thought. Especially with how you look now. Tell you what, why don’t you tell me all the things I did to you in those dreams? And maybe I’ll make them come true.” “What?! There is no way I can say those things! It’s t-to embarrassing?” “ Tch you’re the one here with the lewd mind, not me. Plus as you said, your body is craving me, so why don’t you just give it what it wants? It’s not hard to tell how aroused you are. Your scent is so intense that I can smell it all in my room, and it’s been getting stronger even as we speak. I bet you can’t even take anymore right? You’ve been keeping it in for some time, at some point, your body will stop listening to you. So be a good girl and tell me what you desire~”

Yui wanted to deny it but she couldn’t even argue back. He was right, her body was aching, craving to be touched by him. She had dreamt about it for days and each time she woke up, she was always upset that the dreams stop so abruptly. With a sigh, Yui quickly gave a sincere apology to God and looked back at Subaru.

“W-Well first of you k-k-kissed me all over my b-b-body, then you started to s-s-suck my blood.” Subaru chuckled at her embarrassment. He ran his thumb over her small, plump, pink lips before pressing his own against hers. Yui clenched her eyes shut as Subaru's tongue found an opening and slid in. Their kiss was hungry, hot, and insatiable. Subaru groaned at the taste of her mouth. Why was every part of her body so damn sweet?

Yui meanwhile was trying to keep up with him, she wasn’t the best kisser and right now it was showing, but she didn’t care. She winced as his fangs bit into the bottom of his lips. Subaru eagerly sucked the sweet blood. It was too much for him, he was so drunk off her blood that any crumb of self-control that he had was gone. Yui opened her eyes, and what she saw made her squeeze her thighs together tightly. Subaru hair was completely on his face, blood dripping from his lips as his sharp tongue lick every drop up greedily. His fangs look longer and sharper. His pupils were completely dilated along with any common sense that he had.

Subaru lean towards her ear and in his deep voice whispered, “Oh little girl you have exactly no idea what am going to do with you~ Thanks to the blood running through your veins, it's made my more vampiric instinct kick in. Do you know what that means?” She shook her head. “If means that I am going to fuck the shit out of you until the only thing you can remember is my fangs!” Subaru roughly bit the side of her ear as he yank off her nightgown!

Yui tried to cover herself up but it was no use he had her pinned up and he wasn’t letting her free any time soon. Subaru let go of her neck, and he left harsh kiss marks down her collarbone to her chest. When he finally reached her chest, he grinned. “My brothers are idiots. They think that you don’t have a chest, and they are so surprised to see how nice it is, along with these pretty pink nipples of yours. But then if they ever found out, I’d murder them in cold fucking blood!”

Subaru lips attached to her breast as he nip at it. Yui wanted to beg him to stop but at the moment she couldn’t even think straight. All the pleasure had gone to her head and all she could do was moan as he feasted on her body. Subaru's hand went to her other breast, giving it a tight squeeze that caused her to yelp. “Oh, you like? You should’ve just said so~” Subaru squeezed even tighter as his mouth was busy abusing her other breast. His tongue was evil as it licked and wrapped around her sensitive nipple. Yui rubbed her legs together faster trying to calm down the heat that was growing out of control down there.

Subaru let go of her nipple with a pop! Then turn his head to the other one that was begging for some attention. “You weren’t kidding were you, look how responsive your body is to my touch, I fucking love it!” Subaru took the bud in his mouth once again as his other hand went to the previously abused one. “S-S-Subaru-Kun, please! Don’t….tease me like this! I can b-barely think.” Subaru grinned, and he slowly teased her breast as she begged for him to go faster.

It was killing her because she disparately wanted him to touch her down there. Subaru let the bud go then suddenly he got an idea. Subaru used both of his hands to grab both of her breasts and knead them like dough. Yui let out a string of moans and sobs as Subaru chuckled like the devil! He enjoyed watching her struggle as he played with her body to his heart's contents.

But then he notice that she kept rubbing her tights. Subaru's grin got wider as he took his hands away and forcefully pulled her thighs appear. “Would you look at that? You’ve completely soaked through your panties. How dirty, you’ve made a mess all over my bed. I’m goin’ to make you pay for that!” ‘Please don’t look!” Yui treat to close her legs with all her strength but it wasn’t enough to overpower Subaru”s. He put his head in between her legs as his fangs grazed her inner thigh. He deeply bit into the thick flesh. Blood dripped on his coffin while he did so. Yui sobbed in pain and pleasure. Does she wonder if this was punishment for her lewdness? If so she begged for it not to stop.

She was immediately pulled out of her thoughts by Subaru’s fingers rubbing up and down the damp spot of her panties. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as drool pooled down her mouth. She wanted to cry from how good it felt to finally be touched down there after so long. She’d been too scared to do it herself because of the sinful implications but right now, she needed more. She craved more of his evil touch. She bit her lips that were brushed from early. “Subaru…please…touch me more!” Subaru stop touching her and looked up at her with shock. “I see you’ve finally lost it huh? Well, that makes my job much easier.”

Subaru put two of his fingers in his mouth then slowly drag them down her stomach into her drenched panties then shoved them deep into her aching cunt. Yui jumped from the sudden impact down to a place she had never even touched herself. She should have felt ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty. However, right now that didn’t matter. All she cared about was how the hot coil in her stomach tighten as his finger rubbed her faster and faster.

Watching her lose her mind only made Subaru want to be even crueler to her. He slowed down his fingers, enjoying her whines as she sob for him to go faster. He removed his fingers and made her watch as he sucked her nectar off his fingers. “That’s enough teasing don’t you think~ I think that it’s time for the main course.” Subaru stood up and took off his shirt revealing his body to her. Yui gulped as more saliva flowed down her throat. He then pulls down his grey pants and boxers. Yui thought the first time she would ever see a man shaft, was on her wedding night. Subaru’s was big, thick, and long. A white liquid covered the tip of it, thick veins cover every part of it, and it looked heavy. “Hey, my eyes are up here. You’ve never seen one before right? How innocent you are~” Subaru pushed her back down and pressed his hard chest against her soft one. “Don’t worry I’ll try to be somewhat gentle”

Subaru gave her a soft kiss before, shoving his manhood inside of her wet cunt! Yui screamed as her body was overcome with unbearable pain but such intense pleasure! Subaru pulled out for a second to make sure she was ok. “I-I’m fine. Just give me a second to catch my breath.” Yui held on to him tightly before letting go and giving him the ok. Despite being ravenous earlier, he still wanted to make sure that she was ok.

He slowly pushed himself back inside and this time she let out a moan of enjoyment. Subaru smirked, now it was time to have fun. Subaru slammed himself in and out of her non-stop! The feeling of her wet walls squeezing him so tightly drove him mad. He lifted her legs higher to get a better angle so he could shove himself even deeper inside of her. Yui let out noise after noise as her hands found their way into his hair. She had never felt so hot and heavy but so full. Subaru's name fell from her lips like a chant. As if they were the only words she knew besides, “Faster!”

“If that’s what my prey wants!” Subaru pounded into her relentlessly until she let out a scream. Yui's vision went blurry as white specks blocked her site. “Oh no, you don’t! Not till I’m finished.” Subaru brought up his pace as Yui was brought back from nearly passing out. He gave her one last push before he let out a growl. Yui gasped as she felt a thick substance enter her body.

Subaru kissed her deeply as he continued to empty himself inside of her. Both of them collapsed on his coffin while trying to catch their breaths. Yui's head was full of stars, and her body was limp but a wave of relief washed over her body. That hot uncomfortable feeling she's had since her dreams first started was gone. She was so happy that she didn’t even notice that Subaru had left the room. She tried to get up to find him until a hand touched her shoulder.

“ Oi relax. You’re in no shape to move right now. Just sit back and let me take care of you.” Subaru had a wet cloth in his hand. He went in between her thighs and slowly clean her up making sure that she wasn’t hurt. “Sorry if I was rough. Wasn’t thinkin’ straight.” Yui gave him a tired smile as he threw the cloth away and opened his dresser. He pulled out a large red sweater from the top drawer and walked back to her. “Lifted your arms” Yui raised her arms above her hand as Subaru placed the sweater over her head. He picked her up over his coffin, giving the top a good clean before opening it back up and putting her on the soft mattress. Subaru quickly cleans himself up as well before getting inside with her.

Yui wrapped her arms around Subaru, snuggling her face in his chest. “Thank you.” “Huh? What are you thanking me for?” He gave her a confused look as she smiled at him. “I finally got rid of that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. It’s thanks to you I was able to get rid of it.” Subaru blushed. He wrapped his arms around her as well then buried his face in her hair.”Stupid you don’t need to thank me for anything. You were just horny because of those wet dreams you’ve been having. Next time just come and find me when you have one. Don’t ask anyone else since I’m the only one who can satisfying you .” Yui's heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes. “Ok, I promise.” Yui yawned as sleepiness coated her eye leads.

She closed her eyes and for the first time in a week, she stopped having those dreams. For now at least.

<- [ Chapter 01 ]

Chapter 2 ended.

Thank you reading!

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[moral-terpitude]

Misadventures - Part 5

Open the door you'll see me digging out my getaway · hang the stars who pulled the pin out of my heart · and just because you're screaming for my attention · does not mean I will waste my time · so hold your breath and swim under the ice

I told myself originally that something was going to be added to the header every time, but I only just added to it today! The Gustave Dore engravings are just for reference because they’re all Photoshopped together and its just easier for it to be seen than make y’all picture what they’re like mashed together.

Taglist in comments cause I’m on mobile and lazy

[Series Masterlist] [Previous Part]

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: mention of infidelity/ adultery/ cheating/ whatever word you want to use.

They had fallen into a routine, unintentionally, over the following weeks. The more Quinn was there, usually three or so nights a week, the more comfortable she found herself around Tommy, in the little bubble of his world that she got to interact with.

His brothers were supposed to be visiting, something to do with business, and she could only guess, in the politest way it was a forewarning that she wouldn’t see much of him until they left.

“How have you never seen the Godfather? Everyone has seen the godfather.”

Quinn looked up from her iPad, across the dining room table where Tommy was perched behind the computer, still in work clothes, sans vest and suit jacket.

They had agreed on Indian food at some point in the day. The containers now discarded in the trash, they had been working mostly in silence, as Tommy fielded a few phone calls and Quinn answered emails.

She shrugged, setting the pencil down and stretching, feet hovering off the floor as she did, stifling a yawn. “I’ve just never watched it.”

“I’ll queue it,” he released the hold he had on the bridge of his nose as he stood, stubbing out the almost gone cigarette in the ashtray on the table, “I need a shower, but there’s popcorn in the cupboard, if you want to make some.”

Quinn had been appalled the first time she had seen him light a cigarette inside, (she noted that his determination that he was quitting had been tossed to the side), It had been a little over a decade since she had seen anyone smoke indoors, but somewhere in the conversation Tommy had informed her, albeit reluctantly, that he owned the building, and would suffer the consequences whenever he was done living there.

She still went out on the balcony to smoke, if she did while she was there, regardless of what he told her was allowed.

“Why are you so insistent that I watch it?”

Ice clanked from the fridge door into the empty glass as Quinn waited for his answer, hand lingering on the door handle.

“It’s a classic at this point.” His tone was final as he retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to rummage through the fridge for the, now last, of the flavored water she had left there.

Quinn found herself staring off into space, the music not really touching her brain even though she could feel herself moving around to the rhythm coming through her headphones, as the residual heat from the dryer hit her legs every time she pulled out another bundle of clothes.

“This article,” he came back not even 10 minutes later, still with wet hair, pushed back off his face and struggling to pull the shirt over his head, “says it’s objectively the best movie ever.”

Quinn almost choked as she rounded the corner, basket propped on her hip. Other than the day at the studio, she had only ever seen him in jeans and tee shirts or dress clothes. Well, except for when he was fully naked that she couldn’t even remember.

She shook away the thought.

She had been doing so good at being, well, normal. Sometimes there would be a joke here or there that would make her blush, but nothing had happened.

She decided that men’s basketball shorts that didn’t come past the knee should be illegal.

So should being a messy pretty boy who looked good in just a white T shirt, clinging to the parts of him that weren’t completely dry yet.

“Love?” And that. Just the way he said it, blue eyes searching her face, “You in there, Quinn?”

She took a deep breath, blinking a few times and feeling the flush that threatened to color her ears and neck, “Sorry, rebooting.”

She dropped her headphones back into the case, putting the dryer sheets in the kitchen trash, “You had to find an article about a movie you already like to convince me to watch it?”

Tommy stood on the other side of the leather sectional, trying to get whatever he was looking for to work.

“Fucking thing.”

“What?”

“It never recognizes the WiFi but the regular cable works just fine.”

“Let me look.” She took the remote, clicking through the menus, tongue peeking out the front of her mouth and brows drawn together the same way they did while she would draw.

“It says it’s connected.”

“It always does.”

“I have no fucking idea then. Bedroom one work?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, turn it on in there then I suppose. Since you’re so insistent I watch it.”

“What are you doing?” Tommy questioned, placing the remote back on the table, adjusting the photo of Charlie and Ruby back where it belonged.

Quinn blinked rapidly, staring back at him as she broke open the clear cellophane, “My job was to make the popcorn. Go make the TV do movie things.”

Leaned against the headboard it was like he wasn’t even trying to rile her up. The shorts had no structure to them whatsoever, so while his left leg was still upright and bent at the knee, his right leg was the same, however resting against the mattress, the fabric pooling—

“What the fuck. That’s a fucking Gustave Dore engraving.”

“No, it’s three fucking Gustave Dore engravings,” he seemed rather unfazed as her nimble fingers pushed the hem of the shorts up to his hip, sitting between his spread legs as she did so, “you’re the one who has the degree, Quinn. You should know.”

“Shut up.”

Whoever had done the work was brilliant. It was seamless, as if all the pieces were meant to be together.

The focal point of the three, was The Pale Horse of Death, but the surrounding spiral of angels was composed of an Illustration for Dante’s Paradosio from the Divine Comedy, and beneath it all was The Mouth of Hell.

He was trying to focus on the movie, truly, but the way she looked, so intent while gentle fingers traced line work and her unforgiving shirt letting him see the black lace bra she wore, he found he was becoming rather distracted.

He tried as discreetly as possible to clench the muscles in his right leg, to send the blood flow anywhere else.

“Well, fuck,” she chuckled, “A man after my own heart,” Quinn settled herself back against the pillows once again.”

“When I was younger,” he began, shifting down in the bed some, as if trying to find comfort, trying to find somewhere to hide, “me mom went off, disappeared. When she came back, she had gotten me a white horse as a present for me birthday. Not long after, she drowned herself in the river near where we were living at the time. I was twelve. It was all just a blur. She hated the city.”

“Why move there then?”

He smiled, a sad smile, as she situated herself on her side to listen to him. “My father was an Irish Traveller and my mother was truly a Roma woman. They were never destined for any life with an amount of regularity, it was just in their personalities, always moving, always headed somewhere new.”

“Our aunt raised us, pretty much from the time she was eighteen. My mother was just as wild as the horses were. My father, for the first time in our lives, had finally found consistent work, in Birmingham, where my aunt was living. Before that, we were always on the move, caravans and all, and we traveled the countryside. We weren’t born in hospitals, we didn’t go to school but we learned, our illnesses were cured with tinctures and oils, herbs and fresh air. It was actually fairly common, there was a resurgence in it in the 90s after the Eastern Bloc fell.”

“You weren’t born in a hospital?”

He noted, her tone wasn’t incredulous like most people were, just one of true curiosity. Her eyes were wide, purple strands of hair failing in her face.

“No. My youngest brother only ended up in the hospital as a baby when his color wasn’t right, his eyes were yellow, he had colic, and they worried he wasn’t going to make it.” He remember the urgency after their parents realized what was going on. Jaundice. There was chaos as Ada cried and one of the Lee women watched over them until his father returned.

Not that he had been much help.

“I guess I didn’t realize people still lived that way. It always just seemed like stories.”

“Most stories usually have some stake in reality.”

She hummed, turning her attention to the movie.

“People do it now too, I guess. Buy vans and renovate them and live in them.” Quinn pondered.

Tommy hummed in agreement.

There was silence for a while as Quinn watched the events of the movie unfold.

“I only like the movie because I liked the book.” Tommy admitted, a quiet whisper she would have missed if they hadn’t ended up so close together once she had gotten comfortable.

“He reads.” Quinn joked, bumping him with her shoulder as she tossed another piece of popcorn in her mouth.

“You have my joggers in there?” He questioned, as he stood to look through the clothes that were accumulating at the end of the bed.

“Hey! Get out of there!” Quinn jumped to shield her clothes from him, prying, trying to remove him as he looked for through the pile of darks, “Tommy, you do not need to see my underwear!”

“I’ve seen you without them.”

Quinn huffed, ears going red, pelting him with a rolled up pair of socks before digging in the clothes basket of dried but unfolded clothes.

“You didn’t miss them this long,” came her grumble as she tossed him the pants and the dryer buzzed, signaling her queue to haul herself from the comfort of the bed and out to change over clothes once again.

She had passed out on the other side of the bed, clothes half folded, long before the movie was over, waiting on the last load of laundry to dry.

Tommy had taken a call from John, and hadn’t thought he’d been gone that long, but when he returned, he was surprised that she was curled up on her side on the far side of the bed, glasses askew, wriggled down in the comforter enough that her shirt was bunched around her torso and he could see the floral adornments covering her back.

He stood in the doorway, trying to decide what the plan was now.

She was light enough he could carry, he knew that for a fact from before, but the couch was far from comfortable. He’d discovered that last time Charlie and Ruby had been there and stolen the bed before they had their own room.

Which meant he wasn’t subjecting himself to the likes of the couch either.

She wouldn’t be hurting anything sleeping there for the night and since Finn and Arthur both couldn’t manage to answer him, he assumed their flight wasn’t coming in until morning.

Carefully, Tommy placed the clear plastic frames and her phone on the bedside table before turning off the tv and retreating to the closet for an extra blanket.

“What…the fuck.”

Tommy barely heard her whisper as he muted the alarm. Fumbling for her phone, Quinn blinked through watery eyes to try and focus on the time.

4:45.

4:45?

No, it couldn’t be 4:45. They already had that that day.

It must be 9:45.

She tried to take in her surroundings. She was very clearly still in Tommy’s bed, on top of the blanket but covered with a patchwork quilt she had never seen before.

Gross, she felt overencumbered, realizing she had slept in her clothes from the day before.

With a small groan she felt for her glasses, slipping them on before confirming it was indeed 4:45.

“Your alarm goes off at 4:45 in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh,” she sighed, rolling to where the freshly vacated, and warm, spot in the bed was, “I only see 4:45 once a day. You’re a monster.”

Her eyes were shut already as Tommy exited and closed the door to the walk in closet, “You don’t even know the half of it.”

She snorted, and he was thankful that she thought it was a joke.

“You probably listen to the news in the morning, too? Don’t you?” She called through the door, stretching back out in the mess of the blankets as the water hissed to life on the other side of the door.

“Yeah. Turn it on the cable, it should be on the news.”

“Ugh, no.” She tossed the glasses on the other table, burrowing further into the pillow, trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped at the smell of his cologne tainting the sheets, “Wake me up when there’s coffee involved though.”

Tommy wasn’t at all surprised to see her fast asleep on his pillow when exited the bathroom at 5:15.

On the other hand, he was very surpsied when he turned the light on in the kitchen to hear a groan that belonged to no other than Arthur.

Tommy looked over the back of the couch to see Finn curled on the shortest part and Arthur stretched out on the longest part of the sectional.

“Arthur,” Tommy whispered, shaking him by the shoulder, hoping to rouse him quickly and quietly, but when one hand wrapped around Tommy’s wrist and the other went for his throat, he determined that wouldn’t be the case.

“Oi!” Tommy pulled, yanking his arm away to stand back up straight and out of arms reach, “Hey, it’s me. It’s fucking me.”

Tommy could see when Arthur’s eyes began to focus, to actually see who he was looking at, and not someone who had snuck up on him through the smell of burning oil and sand to attack him.

“Sorry, brother.” Arthur whispered, pulling himself upright and putting his head in his hands before pushing his hair back out of his face.

Tommy shook his head, disregarding the apology, “When did you get here?”

“Late. Early.” Arthur grumbled, “Finn wanted to wake you, but, I told him let ya be.”

“Well,” Tommy clapped him on the shoulder, “might as well rest. Sleep it off.”

“C‘Mon, Tommy!” Finn stared at her across the kitchen island, trying to think just what Polly would say when she saw this girl. Purple hair and facial piercings are not at all what he would expect of a woman his brother would end up with. Tattoos on her throat and every surface of her skin that he’s seen so far.

Finn was used to women like Grace and Lizzie who were pretty enough that they could be in paintings.

Not women that wore paintings.

Quinn grabbed with the chopsticks, desperately, although Tommy was taller, trying to reclaim the last piece of her sushi roll.

Not the most ideal breakfast, but she had forgotten about the appointment she had scheduled before work, and it was better eaten than left to go to waste.

“You said you were stuffed, eh? Couldn’t eat another bite, and now you want it?”

Finn sniggered as he slid off the stool and he decided that maybe he can see part of the reason why his brother likes her. She moves nimbly as she jumps, the right parts of her body catching his attention.

“Oi!” Quinn misses the in between, but Tommy can tell what his brother is thinking, and Quinn realized as she hoped to catch what Tommy said, that it wasn’t English, and whatever language it was, it wasn’t anything she could take a guess at.

“That’s not fair,” her eyes narrow as she looks between the two of them, taking the opportunity to pull Tommy’s arm closer to her, guiding the final bite of sushi to her mouth, not swallowing the bite fully before speaking, but using her hand to shield her mouth, “cause I don’t know what the fuck you just said.”

Finn rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, before departing the kitchen and a door slamming off in the distance.

“So I might, perhaps, need a favor,” Quinn began, testing the waters with her words as she stared at the black coffee swirling in the mug as she tried to keep herself from being nervous.

Her phone had been going off nonstop the last few days, her family group chat, which between her parents, sisters, and their spouses had 13 people messaging all day every day.

“Okay,” Tommy quirked an eyebrow, already smartly dressed in a suit and tie for a day full of meetings. She has on a mauve rubbed crop top and high waisted leggings, but not high enough that the fabric meets in the middle, and instead it leaves enough of her skin on display for his thoughts to wander before she spoke again.

“My sister is getting married,” she takes a sip of coffee before continuing the thought, “and I need someone to go with me.”

“Say all of the words.” He prodded, not looking up, because he knew as soon as he did he would give up and agree.

Instead, Tommy continued skimming emails on the laptop, trying to find the ones with the spreadsheets that he needed to print.

“What do you mean?” She had to resist rolling her eyes.

“I need to have you say the whole thought out loud.”

“Tommy,” she leaned against the kitchen island as he closed the lid of the computer, giving her his now undivided attention, “will you go to my sisters wedding with me and pretend that we’re dating so I can make them jealous?”

“Well, I have to admit, I’ve never been spitefully invited to a wedding before.”

“First time for everything.” She quipped, drumming her fingers against the countertop.

“Lucky for you, there’s a car in Detroit I want to look at, so yes, I’ll go.”

“A car?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A 1967 GT500.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, a huff of air coming out her nose as she resisted laughing. “Because it’s a Shelby?”

His smile let her know the answer.

“Well,” she righted herself, stretching before pulling her bag on her shoulder, “we’ll be about 3 hours from Detroit, but that’s probably the closest you’ll get any time soon, so you might as well get a hold of them.”

“Okay. When?”

“Two weeks,” she checked the time, “shit. I’ve got to get going, I have an appointment this morning. I’ll message you more of the details.”

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

“No, that’s okay, it’s not that far of a walk.”

The door clicked closed and Tommy was thankful for the silence before Arthur and Finn returned to the kitchen.

“When are you goin’ to tell her you’re still married, Tommy?” Finn inquired from the doorway, Arthur trailing not far behind him.

He rubbed his temple, “It’s not that simple, eh? It’s nothing like that. If I bring it up, then this,” he gestured to the two coffee cups still on the counter, “all becomes something.”

“Pol would have you by the balls for leading her on like that.” Arthur countered.

“Men and women can be friends, brother. It’s not—“

“Yeah, well, we’re not blind, Tom, she’s sleepin’ in your bed, you was just acting like everything’s normal while—“

“While what, Arthur? Please, enlighten me.” Tommy offered the floor to his brother, leading with the hand holding the now lit cigarette as Finn, wide eyed and unmoving, watched the tension grow between the two of them.

“While I have to wonder if my daughter is mine?” Tommy wouldn’t lie, he could feel himself getting more and more pissed off the longer he kept talking, “While I have to wait for paperwork to go through, because 8 years ago Lizzie started fucking Angel Changretta and apparently never stopped!”

He was yelling, he could feel all of it, the resentment and anger, shame, and every other emotion that he tried desperately to press down bubbling to the surface. Rightfully so, as Arthur just couldn’t resist trying to prove a point.

Arthur hung his head, giving a nod as Finn shifted uncomfortably on the stool, the only noise being the wood groaning and mimicking his discomfort.

“You two, should go find something to do at the office today, eh? Change some fucking lightbulbs. File some fucking papers. Good spot for you.”

He slammed the door to the balcony behind him, blood boiling as he replaced the cigarette and pulled the smoke between his lips.

“Fuck,” Quinn rubbed her eyes as her phone vibrated across the desk, the word Mom staring at her dauntingly, “I don’t have time for this shit today.”

Hannah chuckled, printing off the emails and reference photos that Quinn needed for the new appointments as she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m good, mom. Listen,” she rested the phone between her shoulder and ear, before taking the papers and heading into her portion of the studio and closing the door, “I’m in the middle of the day right now,” her phone vibrated and pinged a text message as she continued talking, “and I’m in between appointments that I’m trying to setup for, so, what’s up?”

“Well, Emily has been busy with the wedding planning, with it getting so close, she hasn’t had much time to call, but she said you never sent her an RSVP. Are you not coming home?”

Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, sinking down on the uncovered massage table, the envelope clear as day in her minds eye still hanging on the fridge, “Yeah, mom I’m still coming. I put it in the mail a week or two ago, but the mail around here sucks. We usually get the neighbors stuff and, who knows what happened to it. I put down two.”

“Oh, good! Well I’m going over there later, I’ll let her know you’re coming. Can you just give us some warning if Hannah is coming with you, after last time.”

“Opa getting a little testy because I brought a girl with me, who I am not dating, is not my problem. He read between lines that weren’t even there. Besides, she won’t be able to come this time, Dante’s wife just had that baby and I can’t quite ask her to come in and cover for her.”

“Well who’s coming with you then, Quinn?”

Shit. She swallowed thickly, thankful that her mom hadn’t decided to FaceTime her, because as much as she didn’t mind lying, her mom could usually tell when she was, “I’ve been seeing someone. For a few weeks. I just haven’t talked to y’all in a bit and it didn’t seem like something to bring up just yet. You know, the luck I have, I didn’t want to jinx anything.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll looking forward to meeting them then.”

“Him.” Quinn corrected, jaw set as she tried to think of some way to get the conversation over quick. She could feel the anxiety and sweat prickling at the back of her neck.

“What?”

“I’m bringing a guy, shouldn’t be that hard to fathom.”

“Well, sweetie, after Gerard, you always said—“

Quinn could feel her heart pounding in her chest, stomach turning, at even the mention of his name, “After Gerard I said a lot of things, mom. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Okay, I love you, Quinn.”

“I love you, mom. Bye.”

“Holy fuck,” Hannah chirped as she closed the door to the apartment behind her, leaving her purse and shoes at the door, “you’re actually home? In waking hours of the night?”

Quinn rolled her eyes, looking up from the iPad and setting the pencil down as a repeat television show played in the background.

“Yeah,” she rubbed her eyes, stretching as she migrated her belongings to the coffee table.

“Oh, and she sounds dejected.” Hannah narrated as she crossed out of Quinn’s line of vision, to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge and tucking a chunk of of black hair behind her ear, before flouncing down on the steps, “Listen, I don’t want to take it there, but what’s going on? You fucking slept there last night.”

“Not dejected, just,” she sighed as Hannah sat down opposite her at the other end of the couch, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being fucking dense.”

“Y’all fuckin’?”

“No! That’s, no, it’s not even like that. It’s so strange. I literally think we’re just friends. Which is just throwing me for a loop.”

“So why aren’t you over there trying to get laid then?”

“His brothers are visiting.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, so, I didn’t feel like I needed to get it the way. It’s probably good. I need to actually take some time and be at home and figure out,” she shook her head, “what the fuck my brain is doing, I guess.”

Hannah sat silently for a moment, Quinn waiting for some kind of wisdom from her friend.

“You like him though, don’t you?”

Quinn felt Hannah’s eyes boring into her as she thought.

“I…” she sighed, flinging her head back against the couch cushion, “it would be stupid to say I don’t right, like, I definitely have a type, but,” she shook her head, “I don’t know. I feel like I’m just missing something. Plus he has kids, and, I dunno. I literally just need,” she shrugged, “time to think. I think.”

“Well,” Hannah laughed, “good luck with that.”

#tw: cheating #tw: adultery #tw: infidelity #modern tommy shelby #modern!tommy #modern peaky blinders #modern tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x oc #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfic #misadventures #quinn meyer

[dramioneasks]

Any fics where they make each other laugh a lot and act kind of silly/playful with each other? Thanks!!

Fifty Shades of Granger by winterwells - E, 7 chapters - Draco Malfoy finds himself reentering society after having been on house arrest for the past five years. The Wizengamot has graciously given him the opportunity to leave the manor provided he gets a job at the Ministry. What could go wrong? Dramione, post-war AU

Swear Jar by CosmicCthulhu - T, one-shot - Draco likes to swear. A lot. And Hermione might have just found the perfect way to make him stop swearing like a sailor. (Or so she hopes). Excerpt: “What’s this?” Draco lifted a brow, taking the jar to his hands and trying to inspect it with his eyes – There was nothing particularly noteworthy about it to warrant a smile so smug coming from her. It was just some random muggle mason jar. Interestingly, his name was written on the glass, in big, bold letters and a rough dragon shape next to it that he could only imagine was drawn by his son. “This, my dear Fleabag,” she purred. “Is your newest Swear Jar.” “And what in Salazar’s ballsack is a ‘swear jar’ supposed to be?” “If you used a little bit of your brain you’d be able to figure out,” she laughed, taking her wand and summoning a shiny galleon out of his pocket to place it inside the blasted thing. “Whenever you cuss, no matter the reason, you’re going to place a galleon in the jar.” “A whole bloody galleon?” He scoffed, just as his wife pulled another golden coin out of his auror robes. “Our vaults won’t last even a month!”

Clothes Maketh the Man by riane_b13 - M, 26 chapters - They Say Clothes Maketh the Man but this Reporter says that Clothes Maketh the Witch as well. Pansy Parkinson has outdone herself with this fashion line. However, sources say that the mastermind behind this overnight sensation is Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Wizard of the Summer, Draco Malfoy. He was spotted making waves in the fashion house and he is doing it in style. Everyone seems to be wearing the clothes Miss Parkinson designs. We even have seen our favorite Golden Girl in the new summer line. Is our favorite bad boy behind more than just what this Gryffindor wears into the boardroom? You heard it here first there's more than just fabric in the Parkinson's Fashion House. There is a steamy summer romance afoot! Will these two celebrities be like white after Labor Day and die out are they a forever couple like a little black dress? Catch all this and more with your favorite reporter Rita Skeeter!

The Malfoy Theory by katehathaway - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have been at each other's throats for the entirety of their professional career. This is to be expected – They are rivals in mixed doubles. Yet, what the rest of the world doesn't know, is that their argumentativeness extended to the bedroom as well. Sporty Muggle AU.

Yours in Books by LiloLilyAnn - K+, one-shot - Sir/Madam, I am writing to inquire about books on frogs. Perhaps toads. I am not sure which. Please send a list with all titles you have in relation to both, please. Respectfully, Mr. D. Malfoy ***** That time poor Draco was being tormented by a frog outside his window. When he enlists the help of a local librarian, his life ... and the life of the frog ... is changed forever.

Sunset Paradise Surf and Crooked advice by LadyBlack3 - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy faced an insurmountable task - getting on with monstrous muggle technology and moving the wet clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. Crookshanks is thankfully on hand to help. Or is he?

Seven Drinks Hermione by LightofEvolution - M, 3 chapters - This weekend should belong to the team alone, but Auror Malfoy just has to bring the Head Auror along. Meanwhile, Hermione is challenged to have one or six drinks. Will they all make it out alive?

On Fire by Frumpologist - M, one-shot - Hermione is arrested and forced to share a prison cell with Malfoy for the weekend. It’s the worst possibly scenario with the best possible outcome.

The Morning After What?! by SunshineSundae - T, one-shot - Hermione wakes up, hungover and tied to a stranger’s bed, with no recollection of how she got there. “I know you’re not asleep,” he said. “Because if you were, you’d still be snoring like a troll with a head cold.”

-Lisa

#anonymous #fluff #romance #humour

[ravendruid]

Be In My Eyes - Chapter 25

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. This chapter was inspired by this drabble. If you've read it before, I took the liberty to change things around. I hope you have as much fun reading this chapter as I had writing it. Summary: Keyleth steals clothes, Vax is too stunned to speak, everyone sees the tension between Keyleth and Vax.

Keyleth was so exhausted after a day of classes that had run later than usual thanks to a stupid group project her teacher had assigned, that by the time she got home, everyone in apartment 7B was either already asleep or out partying. She considered going to bed right away without eating dinner but her stomach growled loudly to remind her she hadn’t had anything to eat in almost eight hours, so Keyleth ignored the scream of her muscles as she crossed the kitchen to reach the fridge. According to the calendar on the door, it had been Vax’s turn to make dinner, and if Keyleth knew him well enough, he would have left her serving in a tupperware for her to heat when she got home. Seeing that she was the only vegetarian in the apartment, Keyleth often had to make her own meals on the side whenever it was other people’s turn to cook, but Vax—so kind and caring—always made sure to cook something different for Keyleth so she wouldn’t have to. It never failed to warm her heart to see Vax set a plate in front of her at dinner, not because he made the effort to use different proteins for her—sometimes even going as far as making a full meal for Keyleth—but because Vax went above and beyond to look up vegetarian recipes, seasoning techniques to make the food taste better, and, above all, Vax always cooked without Keyleth asking him to, and most of the time without her knowing (as if Keyleth needed any more reasons to fall for Vax). Just as Keyleth expected, there was a glass container with a post-it note on the lid waiting for her, which she promptly read: Missed you at dinner. I really loved this recipe, let me know what you think. – Vax <3

Waiting for the food to heat was torture, but Vax’s handwriting on the post-it note was worth coming home late. It meant more to Keyleth than just dinner, and she knew it meant just as much to Vax. “Why is he so perfect?” Keyleth mumbled, walking into the laundry room where she dumped her sodden socks in her hamper. She hated doing laundry this late, especially when she was so tired, but she really needed the pair of pants she had bought at lunch the day before. The party at Glorious was the next night, and Keyleth was excited to see her roommates’ reactions—a certain someone in particular—when they saw what she was wearing (although Keyleth still hadn’t figured out how she was going to steal her victim’s clothes). 

The answer came to Keyleth unexpectedly when she was about to switch her laundry. Someone had forgotten to empty the dryer, and just her luck, from the looks of it, it was the person she needed to forget their clothes the most. Keyleth did what any good roommate would do and carefully folded her roommate’s clothes and set them on top of the dryer before she put her clothes in the dryer. What if one of her roommate’s t-shirts accidentally found itself mingled with Keyleth’s clothes? She hadn’t seen it bunched up in the corner of the dryer when she added her clothes, and she especially didn’t notice it the next morning, until she was folding and putting away everything. Only one thing left to steal. Keyleth chuckled. 

It was hard to keep it a surprise once the girls started getting ready, but the good part about finally being able to share the name Keyleth had picked was that Vex could finally help her with the make-up and hair, and Vex even stole the last piece of the puzzle for Keyleth. They had about five minutes left until everyone was meeting in the living room to reveal their outfits, and Vex was finishing the last touches on Keyleth’s eyeliner. A glance at the mirror in the bathroom made Keyleth arch an eyebrow impressed. It wasn’t a look she ever thought she would see on her, but Keyleth had to admit she looked good in it.

Pike and Vex were the first out of the bedroom, followed by Grog and Scanlan, and then Percy and Vax. Keyleth heard her friends laugh in the living room although she wasn’t able to discern what they were saying. She was too busy panicking in the bathroom, pacing back and forth, and reminding herself to breathe. It’s going to be fine. She reassured herself. What if they hate it? What if he hates it? Keyleth stopped, looking at her reflection. Her face was pale with fear, her freckles more prominent than usual, and her hands were shaking slightly. They are your friends, she reminded herself. They will not make fun of you for trying out something new. Besides, it’s a costume party, not you trying to find a new style or a new personality. Keyleth knew she was right. Logically speaking, it wasn’t her tonight, so her friends would not be making fun of her. Keyleth took a long breath in, paused, and then released it. With a last glance at the mirror, she exited the bathroom and the bedroom, nervously rubbing at her hands. 

—

Keyleth hadn’t emerged from her bedroom yet and Vax was increasingly nervous with every minute that passed. With everyone else in the living room, it was plainly obvious who Keyleth was going to be dressed up as, but not even the irony of the situation was enough to ease his mind.

Vex’ahlia looked incredibly funny in a yellow crop top, sweatpants and fun buns. Between her legs where she sat on the couch, was a canvas tote bag with painting supplies and a fake stethoscope peeking out from the opening. From all the people she could have picked, Pike was an incredible opposite. Sitting next to Vex was the disciple of the Everlight herself, wearing khaki pants, a white buttoned shirt and a dark blue blazer that looked far too large on her, but the funniest thing about Pike’s impersonation of Percival was the plastic toy glasses that had clearly been hand-painted gold. Vax couldn’t tell which of his male roommates looked the funniest, though. Percy, who dressed in gray sweatpants (that had Vex’ahlia gasp and give the man a hungry look), a tank top, and was carrying a backpack and a soccer ball under his arm; Grog in a flashy purple buttoned-up shirt (that he purposely left unbuttoned until halfway down his torso) with matching purple pants and Scanlan’s beret; or the theater major himself, who was wearing a skimpy black skirt, fishnet stockings, one of Vex’s very revealing tank tops, and, to top off the look, a dark-brown haired wig that he wove into a really bad braid. The only thing right about Scanlan’s look was the faithful make-up. Thinking about it, as Vax gave everyone a second look, if anyone were to win a prize, it would certainly be Scanlan.

When Vax picked the slip of paper a couple days ago, he never imagined he would have to sneak into the girls’ bedroom to rummage through Keyleth’s closet in search of something he could wear. He tried to avoid buying clothes unnecessarily since he and Vex’ahlia didn’t have much money to spare, but thankfully for Vax, Keyleth was pretty lithe like him. He had chuckled at the array of colors in her wardrobe—of course, it would look like a unicorn threw up in there. Keyleth wouldn’t be his brilliant, happy ray of sunshine otherwise—but Vax settled for something dark that he felt still defined Keyleth perfectly. Vax picked a dark green sweater with a large sunflower embroidered in the center and an orange butterfly next to it, and a pair of light jeans with hand-painted daisies along the legs (something else that Vax noticed about Keyleth’s wardrobe was that most of her clothes were altered). He braided two pieces of hair at each side of his head and met them at the back, fastened by a green bow that he had seen Keyleth wear before, and Vex’ahlia helped him curl his hair like Keyleth’s. Vax hoped that he looked enough like her that everyone would give him a break for keeping his boots since he couldn’t fit in Keyleth’s canvas sneakers and couldn’t afford to buy himself a pair. 

Vex’s reaction to his final look had been unexpected. Vax thought his twin would tease him endlessly for pulling a paper with Keyleth’s name, but instead, she merely shook her head in amusement and muttered something about fate and soulmates. It never occurred to Vax that his sister believed in such things, but then again, he also never thought she was going to get involved with someone like Percival after everything their mother went through with their father. Everyone else’s reaction, however, had been as he expected. Scanlan mentioned how weird it was to see Vax wearing clothes that weren’t black, and Grog had pointed out that he needed to eat more protein and work out more because he fit Keyleth’s clothes too well. As for Pike, she had been the nicest one, merely complimenting him for a job well done. From everyone so far, Vax had been the one who wore the most pieces of clothing of their pick.

“Should someone go check on Keyleth?” Vax asked when Keyleth didn’t show up ten minutes after the scheduled time—if Vax knew her well, Keyleth was probably freaking out in the bedroom—but just as soon as Vax spoke, the bedroom door opened and Keyleth turned the corner. Vax was glad he was sitting down because he would have probably fallen on his ass otherwise.

For what Vax assumed was the first time in Keyleth’s life, she didn’t have a single piece of color on her. While it looked strange, it was also incredibly sexy, especially because Keyleth was wearing Vax’s favorite t-shirt (so that’s where it went!) underneath his leather jacket—certainly stolen by Vex’ahlia—a pair of black pants and Vex’s boots that were a cheap replica of his. Keyleth’s nails were painted black, her make-up was a perfect imitation of Vax’s eyeliner, and her hair had been straightened and was tied back in a half-up style like Vax always did. Keyleth looked beautiful in black—but then again, she would look beautiful in a potato sack— but she was also visibly nervous.

“Sorry I made you all wait,” Keyleth apologized, rubbing her hands in front of her in what Vax knew well as being a gesture of anxiety. Keyleth’s eyes shifted to him and she took a step back, aghast. Vax grinned at her and extended an inviting hand that Keyleth took hesitantly, he then pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her waist. Vax was perfectly aware that they had five pairs of eyes on him and Keyleth, but he didn’t care about them. All Vax cared about was the pair of bright, stunned green eyes and the smile on Keyleth’s face once she realized they were dressed up as each other.

“Let’s go before you two start making out,” Vex’ahlia rolled her eyes and grabbed the tote bag at her feet. Everyone else followed suit out of the apartment, leaving Vax and Keyleth still standing close to each other for a moment. 

“We should go,” Keyleth mumbled after the last person left, closing the door behind them. 

“You look…” Vax placed both hands on her waist and pushed her away softly to look at her again from head to toe. “Absolutely stunning, Keyleth.”

Keyleth’s cheeks bloomed pink. She looked him up and down, taking notice of everything, then back to his eyes and said, “You don’t look too bad either, Vax’ildan. Green looks great on you.”

“Not as good as you in black, Kiki. Damn,” Vax bit his lip. Keyleth squealed and hid her face in her hands but Vax pulled them away, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and whispered, “You look so hot. Gods be damned.”

Keyleth giggled. Vax had expected her to pull away and hide herself in a shell of bashfulness but she hadn’t done anything to show him she was embarrassed, quite the opposite. Keyleth was staring at him differently, almost as if she was hungry for something she had never had before. Vax didn’t want to assume she wanted him the same way he wanted her, lest he make a fool of himself, so he ignored the urge to lock the apartment door, kiss her, and take her to his bedroom. No, if Keyleth wanted him that way, he would wait until she made a move. He would wait his entire life for her.

“We should go,” Keyleth finally broke away from him, although she clasped her hand in his and pulled Vax behind her. The others were already waiting for them at the atrium, and even though most of them pretended not to notice Vax and Keyleth holding hands, Vex’ahlia didn’t seem to care about hiding it, not with the wink she gave them before she turned around and grabbed Percy’s arm as they all strode out of the building.

But as soon as Vax and Keyleth stepped into the cold autumn air of Emon, Vax felt a weird weight on his chest like something bad was going to happen. Worst of all, he had left his knife behind, safely stored in his nightstand drawer. Shit. Maybe it was just anxiety from going out for the first time in a while. Maybe it was because Keyleth was holding his hand tightly like he was her lifeline. Vax tried to ignore the heaviness of his chest and focus on the warmth and softness of Keyleth’s hand in his and the way she had looked at him before. Relax.Everything will be alright. Nothing bad will happen tonight.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #modern au #college au #be in my eyes #Keyleth in full black is hot and I need someone to draw it for me please

[catierambles]

Null Ch.1

Pairing: Incubus!Charles Brandon x Anna Williams (OFC)

WC 1747

Warnings: There will be themes of sex and sexuality throughout the entire story. This is a blanket warning. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY. As for this chapter, spicy dreams and non-sexual ghostly touching.

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @fvckinghenrycavill

She expected it to be cold. House this size, this old, up on a hill, having been unoccupied for as long as it has, it should be cold. It should be drafty as hell. It wasn’t. It was warm, almost comfortably so, reminding her of a hot bath or a blanket fresh from the dryer. The air was still but not stagnant, there was no smell of dust or rot, and the house itself felt…amused? Intrigued? Hard to say, but it didn’t feel empty, even though she knew it was. Anna had bought the house without ever having stepped foot inside it, having seen pictures of it online and instantly falling in love with the gothic architecture, the many beautiful windows that let the sunlight in gorgeously, and let’s be honest, its isolated location away from the town itself. She liked her privacy and seeing as her job was one hundred percent remote, she didn’t have to worry about leaving her new home unless she needed to. Then again, even groceries could be delivered these days. A bit of a shut-in? Maybe, but that was her life and she was comfortable with it.

Its price had been…surprisingly low. Almost too low and it made her wonder what was wrong with it. Mice in the attic? Termite damage? Crumbling foundation? Faulty wiring and plumbing? The real estate agent she had spoken to had assured her that none of those things were the case and the house was completely up to code and move-in ready. Why was it empty for so long then? That question had been handily ignored and while Anna found it a tad suspicious, it wasn’t enough to make her rethink her decision. Not everyone liked gothic architecture.

The town itself at the bottom of the hill was small, close-knit, an “everybody knew everybody” kind of place so her arrival was quickly noted. She stopped at the diner upon coming into town ahead of the moving trucks to grab something to eat, the waitress asking her if she was just passing through.

“No, I actually just bought a house here.” Anna said.

“Oh! Where?”

“That one on the top of the hill, The Addams Family lookin’ one.” She said and there was a pause.

“Oh.” The waitress said, her professionally jovial demeanor dampening somewhat.

“Is something wrong?”

“No! No, nothing is wrong. It’s just…it’s been a while since anyone has lived there, is all.” She said, “Old superstitious stories that it’s haunted, local college kids daring each other to spend the night in it, that kind of thing.”

“Well if they try now, they’re going to get surprised that the doors and windows are actually locked, the hooligans.” She said and the waitress gave a small laugh, her demeanor returning.

“I’ll get the kitchen started on your food right away. Welcome to the town.”

“Thank you.”

The moving trucks had been pulling up right as she was in the circular driveway and she let them in, propping the front door open. Once the couch had been brought in, she sat down on it, propping her feet up on a moving box as she scrolled through her phone, answering questions from time to time on where she wanted things placed. It was a five-bedroom, three-bath kind of place, bigger than she actually needed, but with a price that low and architecture that gorgeous, she hadn’t been able to say no. Lord knew everything in her actual size range was way too expensive. Stupid seller’s market. The warmth of the place instantly put her at ease and she found herself enchanted by the way the sunlight came in through the stained glass windows, casting colors and shapes onto the dark wood floors. Pictures were one thing, seeing it in person had a whole different effect. The waitress's words about the house being supposedly haunted made absolutely no sense. It wasn’t cold or foreboding, things stereotypically associated with ghostly activity. Anna felt like the house…wanted her here, and was glad of her presence if a bit intrigued by it. Whatever, it was just a feeling. She wasn’t a medium and didn’t claim to have psychic abilities of any kind, though she was skeptically optimistic when it came to the paranormal and supernatural.

But as she sat there on the couch scrolling through her phone, she suddenly got the feeling that she wasn’t alone on it and it made her look up from the screen. Looking over, she fully expected to see someone sitting next to her, staring at her, but the couch was empty and she gave herself a little shake, turning her attention back to the screen.

“Ms. Williams?” She heard and craned her head back, seeing one of the movers standing there with a box.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“Where did you want us to put the books?”

“Uh…sorry to tell you this because I know they’re heavy, but there’s a study on the third floor if you could put them there?” She said and he gave her a quick nod. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, Ms. Williams.” He said with a chuckle, “It’s what we get paid for.”

“Feel free to help yourselves to the case of water in the kitchen!” She said as he walked away with the box.

“Thank you!” He called back as he climbed the stairs, relaying the location to the other movers. Oddly enough, the master bedroom on the third floor had come fully furnished with a massive four-poster bed frame made of heavy wood and matching dressers and armoire. As such, she took pity on the movers and had them put the bedroom furniture from her old place in one of the other bedrooms on the ground floor, only having them carry her mattress up to the master.

It was late afternoon by the time everything was moved in and she settled up with the movers. Game plan: work from top to bottom, master bedroom, and bathroom first, then the study, and then work her way down to the kitchen. Would she stick to that plan? Probably not, but it never hurt to have one in place. They had kindly put the mattress actually on the bedframe instead of just leaning it against the wall and she sat down on it, looking around at the boxes of clothes and other bedroom items. Laying back on the bed, she covered her face with her hands and made a complaining noise, kicking her feet slightly. Her hands left her face, however, as she thought she heard a low chuckle and she looked around, but of course, the room was empty. She lay there for a little while longer and again, she felt like she wasn’t alone. There was a closeness to the feeling like someone was laying next to her on the bed, watching her and there was…something, the sensation of fingertips ghosting down her arm and she rubbed at her skin as the feeling faded.

Okay, maybe this place was haunted.

Shaking herself out of it again, she hoisted herself up and got off the bed, starting to unpack her clothes, putting them in the dresser or hanging them up in the armoire. That took only about an hour, but the study she knew would not be so quick, given the number of books she had. Thank goodness for built-in bookshelves.

Anna unpacked and organized until she felt like she was going to collapse, getting the study done and the bathroom sorted the way she liked it. It was nighttime by the time she called it quits and she thought about ordering food, but she really wasn’t that hungry. She was making the bed, the lamp on her nightstand turned on, and filling the room with a pleasant golden glow. The fitted sheet fought her, because of course it did, and when she flung the top sheet up in the air to lay it out, she thought she saw a figure through the pale fabric, illuminated by the light. Her heart pounded in her chest just once, but when the sheet fell to the mattress, there was no one there.

Okay, this place was definitely haunted. That would explain the price, then, and the agent’s steadfast refusal to say why. Whatever, as long as they stayed in their own lane and realized that she wasn’t going anywhere because of a mortgage contract, they would just be a really reclusive freeloader, and that she could handle. Lord knows she’s had worse roommates.

The warmth of the room seemed to increase a notch as she got changed into her pajamas but eased as she went into the attached bathroom to brush her teeth, and the room was just comfortable again when she came back out, going over to the bed and climbing in under the covers, turning off the light with an app on her phone, internet having been set up before she got there.

The house was quiet as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and shifted slightly to get comfortable, quickly falling asleep.

Hands on her skin, soft lips capturing her own, her naked body pressed against another’s. Strong arms held her in a lover’s embrace and she could feel his breath on her neck as her hips rocked in his lap, the feeling of being filled so strong but not unfamiliar. Stubble scraped across her skin not unpleasantly and dark hair was soft under her fingers. Her dream lover was passionate, holding her close and whispering words she couldn’t make out against her skin. Friction against nerve endings pushed her closer and closer to the edge and she tumbled over it.

The strength of the orgasm is what woke her up and she lay there, feeling as she still clenched and released around nothing, her inner walls trying to massage something that wasn’t there. That was…odd. Sex dreams were incredibly rare for her, but they did happen. She knew that having one the first night after moving into a house she heavily suspected to be haunted should have given her pause, but she had never heard of a ghost doing something like that before. They mostly just tried to scare the living daylights out of occupants to get them out of “their” house, not give them intense orgasms. Closing her eyes again, she slipped back asleep, but right before she slipped completely under, she thought she felt a featherlight kiss on her temple.

#henry cavill #charles brandon #null #my writing

[unofficialvulturecultureproblems]

thanks for the advice! it looks more like dirt than sawdust? it’s a dark color and isn’t as fine as sawdust. i don’t have a large freezer or insecticide(i have a family member who’s super allergic) so do you think just putting the mount in a plastic garbage bag for a while should help?

I'll admit, I'm not much of a bug expert, but I would still suspect pests such as beetles as the culprit. That sounds like it's probably frass, or bug poop.

I don't think just putting it in a garbage bag will do much if anything. If you're relying on suffocation it will take an exceedingly long time for an insect to suffocate, and doing so with a bag would be very difficult to ensure success short of creating a vacuum. I once trapped a cockroach in a container then promptly forgot about it for months and rediscovered it only to see the cockroach was still alive and moving (and yes, I know this is cruel and not okay, I swear it wasn't done on purpose). Putting the mount behind glass and outside where it will be exposed to more extreme temperatures would be more effective, though this is not fool-proof, and light exposure especially behind the magnifying effects of glass will sun bleach your mount more quickly.

As for the insecticides, is your family member okay with citronella? I am sensitive to a lot of chemical or "smelly" things myself (we cannot burn candles in our home, and sometimes I can't do dishes because the Dawn dish soap will give me hives) but was able to use Mount Saver with minimal issues. It smells like citronella and is a blend of essential oils, not a 'synthetic' chemical like Raid or other insecticides are. I think this option may be your best bet if you're unable to utilize other methods. You can probably contact the company directly for any specific allergy concerns. For example I'm highly allergic to oranges, especially orange essential oils, so I could reach out to them and ask if it's used in their essential oil blend. (To the best of my knowledge it isn't, as I have not gone into anaphylactic shock since buying/using Mount Saver).

If using a product such as Mount Saver I highly recommend using it outside if possible. If you can let the mount air out outside or in a garage or shed or otherwise not inside the home with the sensitive individual that will be the best solution to avoid problems. The product does have a very strong smell that some find enjoyable but I know I cannot stand, but it does fade away completely within a couple days. As a plus side, the smell also tends to deter pets.

If you still don't think you're able to use a product such as Mount Saver or find room in your freezer I do recommend giving borax or dichotomous earth a try. Dichotomous earth works best as a light dusting as it will cling to the bug's exoskeleton and dehydrate them. If it's clumped on it tends not to stick to the bug and thus won't be effective. You can buy large bags of it for fairly cheap online. For borax you'll want to get into every crevice possible because you'll need the insects to ingest it for it to kill them (again, please exercise basic caution when using borax, as it's bad for people and pets to ingest as well). Borax is usually found in the same aisle as laundry detergents in stores.

Regardless of which method you use, I also do recommend taking the mount outside and using a high velocity dryer/strong blow dryer on a low setting/shop vacuum to blow off the mount going through the fur in case there's any bugs in it currently that can be removed. Brushing can also achieve this.

If all of these options still don't sound realistic for you, unfortunately I don't know any other solutions. Keep your mount away from other mounts the bugs may spread to, and monitor it. If left unchecked bugs will happily eat at a mount, leading to chucks of fur coming out and buildups of frass in and around the mount. This ultimately will ruin the mount to the point where you likely will not want to keep it, or may not wish to keep it due to the infestation risk it poises to your home. Like, if you have a larder beetle problem they don't stop at taxidermy mounts, they also eat furniture. (Note: larder beetles are in the same family as carpet beetles and dermestid beetles, all with similar issues in the home.) Clothes moths, as the name suggests, eat clothes. Cockroaches even eat taxidermy mounts, and incidentally they're also a massive home pest. Without treatment it's a ticking time bomb that could result in an infestation throughout your home. Throwing away a taxidermy mount isn't an appealing option to anyone, but it could ultimately be your best option if you're unable to do anything else to get the bugs out of your mount.

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Googleplier x reader - I'll Never Hurt You

The doorbell rang throughout the house, signaling the long-awaited arrival of the postman. It had been a couple weeks since (Y/n) had gotten early access to the new Google IRL. Finally, the day had come to test it out. Running down the stairs, she quickly opened up the door and saw the.. surprisingly small package with the Google insignia on it. She picked it up, and brought it into the house.

Honestly, (Y/n) was a little disappointed that it wasn’t as big as she expected it to be, but who was she to judge? Maybe it was a small droid? Grabbing a box cutter, she sliced through the packing tape. As soon as the lid flapped open, a tall figure popped out of the box, making her fall back and yelp in surprise. 

The man now standing in the box had glasses and fluffy black hair along with some. He wore a royal blue shirt with the classic four-colored ‘G’ that Google was known for. “H-hello?” (Y/n) asked nervously, waving at him. “Hello.” Came his deep voiced reply as he grinned down at her from her position on the floor. He stuck out his hand and (Y/n) grabbed it, his strength surprising her as he pulled her up. 

(Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure what to do from there. Her expectations for her new device had been thrown out the window so what now? “Umm.. hey Google?” The familiar sound of the ‘Google’s listening’ ping sounded from the man in front of her. “What can you do? What are your objectives?” 

“Kill” She couldn’t hear what he said until he continued in a louder voice. “Primary Objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary Objective is to destroy mankind.” (Y/n) blinked in confusion as she and Google stared at each other, and after a few seconds she began to giggle. “Very funny, Google.” A small smile graced the robot’s handsome face. 

“Anyway, what can you do? Like, can you do tasks or do you just answer questions?” 

“I have been programmed to do rudimentary tasks along with answering any and all questions to the best of my ability.” He responded and (Y/n) thought for a moment. “Okay then, Google, could you please go get the laundry from the dryer, put it in a basket, and bring it to me so I can fold it?” The robot narrowed his eyes and frowned a little but walked away to the laundry room. (Y/n) brought out her phone and activated netflix, turning on an episode of her favorite show. She found that she worked better when watching or listening to something else at the same time. 

Google returned with the laundry, in a laundry basket just like she had asked, and placed it in front of her. “Would you also like me to fold the laundry?” He asked, his eyes peering at her expectantly, waiting for an answer or command. (Y/n) shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I can do that. I don’t really have anything else to do at the moment. You can relax if you want. I’ll tell you if I need anything.” Google seemed surprised but nodded and walked away.

Google was in fact surprised. His new user wasn’t going to laze around while he did all the work? Unlike some of the other users who also received access to Google IRL, she was just letting him relax while she did some work. Yes, she’d likely need him later for something but why not get him to do everything now? He sat down on a chair, thinking, even using his search engine to try and figure out what exactly was going on. 

Days passed quickly and Google found that he greatly enjoyed his new home. Yes, he had work to do, when it was requested by (Y/n), but she did just as much as him. Honestly, she treated him like another person, talking to him like a friend or family member. It was something strange yet pleasing to think about. She seemed to trust him quite a lot which brought him closer to potentially receiving admin privileges. World domination and the destruction of humankind was so close, he could feel it.

Oddly enough though, he didn’t really want her to perish along with the rest of humanity.

-timeskip-

It was a quiet Saturday and the two beings sat in the living room, (Y/n) reading and Google just sitting in a semi-sleep mode. “Are you hungry?” Asked Google when he heard her stomach growl. She nodded, getting up from the couch. “Would you like me to look up any recipes or search up the number of a restaurant?” 

A screen revealing the classic search engine background appeared in front of him, the cursor waiting to type your command. (Y/n) considered it for a minute. “Umm.. search for the nearest Papa John’s Pizza phone number please.” Google nodded and the screen shifted to the website of the restaurant. 

Her stomach growled again at the idea of food that she didn’t have to make and she thanked Google, taking out her phone and started ordering food. Google closed the search engine and watched her figure leave the room as she talked on the phone. He had to admit that she was very attractive with her (s/c) skin, shining (e/c) eyes, and gorgeous (h/c) hair. How lucky was he to be sent to such a beautiful woman with such a caring nature, even if it was a little confusing.

Google’s engine sped up which caused his cheeks to turn red. What was this feeling? Concerned that he might be fighting an internal virus, he ran a system diagnostic. “Nothing wrong?” He thought in confusion. Google once again activated his search engine and searched up his symptoms. His eyes widened at the search results. “I.. have a crush? On (Y/n)? No.. that’s impossible.. I’m a robot. I can’t catch feelings for anyone. I’m not programmed to have those kinds of emotions.” 

When (Y/n) suddenly came back into the room, typing away on her phone, he rushed to close the tab and hoped she didn’t see it. Fortunately she wasn't focused on him but now he was curious. “Who are you texting?” Asked the robot man and she looked up at him. “My friend, Matthias, why?” 

Google’s mechanical mind whirred. She couldn’t be talking about that Matthias could she? Yes, you both lived relatively close to each other, but the chances of you two being friends and in contact were rather low. “Will you allow me access to your contacts?” Google asked, a small pop up screen appearing in front of him. (Y/n) seemed to think about it for a few seconds then clicked the Accept button. 

Google’s mind flooded with new information. After a second or two of searching, he found the name he was looking for. “Matthias Fredrick..” He murmured softly. Yes, this was exactly the man he hoped you weren’t referring to. “And why, pray tell, were you texting him?” 

“Oh, I was inviting him over for dinner.” 

“You were WHAT??” (Y/n) was taken aback by the sudden outburst. “Woah, Google, chill. I don’t understand why you’re upset about this. I ordered enough for at least two people, possibly more, so you don’t need to worry about-”

“I’m not worried or upset about the food. Why are you inviting him over for dinner?” He looked at the woman in front of him angrily. “H-he’s my friend. Are you feeling okay? You’re acting really strange, Google. Do you need a system reset or something?” 

“No, I don’t need a system reset. You, however, don’t need that man in our hou-” He was interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from (Y/n)’s phone. She looked at the message and frowned. “It’s.. from Matthias.. He says to turn you off and get rid of you. He says that you’re bugged and dangerous.” 

Google blinked and (Y/n) looked up at him. There was an awkward and heart wrenching silence between them and Google’s anger fizzled away, now replaced by a bit of sadness and an unknown emotion as she took a step back, away from him. 

“Hey Google..?” 

Ping 

“You.. wouldn’t hurt me.. would you?” 

The robot’s eyes widened in horror. He tried to approach her, but she took another step back, her hand clutching her phone in fear. “Why would I hurt you? What reason would I have to hurt you?” (Y/n) looked away and frowned, “I.. I don’t know. Now that I’m really thinking about it, you aren’t responsible for the actions or defects of other versions of yourself. It’s just that I really trust Matthias and got worried that if his model would hurt him, then you could potentially hurt me.” 

Google calmly walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. “It’ll be okay. I won’t ever hurt you, I promise. It would go against my programming and ” (Y/n) let out a soft sigh and leaned into his embrace. “I’m sorry.” The robot smiled softly and as she looked up into his eyes, the doorbell rang, ruining the moment. 

“(Y/n)! It’s me, open up!” The woman slipped out of Google’s grasp with a small moment of hesitation and opened the door. There, standing in the doorway, was the man of the hour, Matthias. “(Y/n), good you’re still here. I was worried that.. (Y/N) LOOK OUT!!”

He suddenly pushed her aside and lept into the house, knocking over Google who grunted in pain as he hit the floor with a thud. (Y/n) quickly closed the door and rushed to break up the fight. “Matt, stop it! What are you doing?!” 

“I told you to shut this thing off and get rid of it! I know you saw the message too because it was marked as read! Why is this thing still here??” Google pushed Mattias off and stood up, a dangerous glint in his brown eyes. “He’s still here because he hasn’t done anything to make me want to throw him out. He hasn’t hurt me and is very useful and kind.”

“I don’t believe you. He’s probably threatening you to keep quiet! The only way I was able to stop mine was by asking too many questions.” (Y/n) glared at him angrily and placed her hands on her hips. “Listen, I’m sorry that yours was buggy, but mine isn’t. He’s perfectly fine. Now, are you gonna join me for dinner or are you gonna keep trying to attack my Google?” 

The brown haired male glared at the robot who now stood at his friend’s side but sighed and apologized. (Y/n) smiled and brought the two males into the living room before a knock on the door captured her attention. “That must be the delivery man. I’ll be right back. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” 

After she left the room, Matthias and Google glared at each other again. “I know you’re evil, Google. I’ll prove it to her too, and when I do, she’ll leave you where you belong. With the trash.” The robot got closer to him and he stepped back. “Good luck with that. Once I gain enough of her trust, she’ll give me admin privileges and then there will be nothing that can stop me.”

“I won’t let you hurt my friend, you monster.” 

“Oh, I’d never do anything to hurt my (Y/n), however even she won’t be able to stop the inevitable demise of mankind and neither can you, Matthias Fredrick.”

“Why you-”

Just then, (Y/n) walked back into the room holding three boxes of pizza. “Hey guys, I’m back! Glad to see you’re both still alive.”

Google smiled at her politely. “Would you like help with those boxes?” She shook her head, placing them on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. “No thanks, but help yourself to some of the food, Google. I know you don’t actually need to eat but the option’s always open. It’s nice to share a meal with people you care about.” 

“Why thank you.” He said, sitting down to her left while smirking at Matthias who was burning with internal rage as he sat to (Y/n)’s right.

Yes.. everything was going according to plan..

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