#Bathroom space-saving tips

[tapronlimited]

Simple Ideas to Make Your Small Bathroom Look Bigger

The Tapron blog post offers practical tips for making a small bathroom appear larger. It suggests using light colors to create an illusion of more space, selecting the right tile size to avoid a cluttered look, and installing wall-hung fixtures to maximize floor space. The use of mirrors to reflect light and add depth, as well as efficient storage solutions, are also recommended to enhance the perception of space. For showers, choosing enclosures with infolding or sliding doors can save room. For more detailed strategies, visit the full guide here.

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines

[incognit0slut]

Ok two words:

shower sex…multiple 🤭

(that’s more than two words but you get the point)

(18+) fem reader. 1.6 k. Fingering. Shower sex.

Your idea of showering together to save time doesn’t work out as you planned.

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"What are you doing?" Spencer shrieked as you joined him in the shower out of nowhere. He was enjoying his moment of peace when you suddenly barged in, completely naked.

"This is your fault!" You snapped, letting the water wash over you, facing away from him. "You should've woken me up."

He sighed. "I did try, you didn't even move."

"Well, you should've tried harder," you shot back.

Spencer took a step back, his gaze fixed on the tiled wall. Despite the crazy, kinky sex you had in the bedroom, he couldn't shake the discomfort of showering together. For him, it was a private time for self-cleaning, and the thought of you watching him wash away all the dirt off his body made him feel oddly self-conscious.

You always told him that he didn't need to feel that way, that you were his partner, and you've already seen each other at your worst. Though he was still persistent and there was nothing you could do but to respect his boundaries.

But now, as he stole a glance at you, he realized he had been too preoccupied with his discomfort and insecurity to even consider how you would look under the flow of water.

Or how much it affected him.

Because it was affecting him so, so much. He could feel a wave of heat surging through him to his lower body. The water flowed effortlessly over your curves as you began to lather soap onto your skin, and unable to resist any longer, he moved closer, his hand naturally finding its way down your back.

"You missed a spot," he breathed out, his voice lower than he intended. You turned to him with a smile, unaware of the effect you had on him.

"Thanks, baby," you replied, the innocence in your tone contrasting with the sudden tension in the air. His breath hitched as he unconsciously licked his lips, his hands exploring your slippery skin with a sense of urgency. His palm traced the curve of your waist before boldly circling around to your front.

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as his hand came dangerously close to the lower curve of your breasts.

"...Spence?"

Without a word, his palms brushed over your breasts, cupping them with a mixture of firmness and tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. Your body responded involuntarily, your nipples hardening under his touch, leaving you speechless.

You had always respected his boundaries, never wanting to invade his personal space in the bathroom. But this morning was different; you had overslept, and in your rush, you assumed he wouldn't mind if you barged in, even if it meant facing away from him to give him some privacy.

Although having his hands explore your body was the last thing you expected, and when you felt him inching closer, his arousal pressing against your back, you swiftly turned around.

"Nope. Nuh-uh," you said firmly, attempting to give him your best glare, but his semi-hard cock was undeniably distracting. "This is not the time."

His fingers continued to trace your wet stomach, causing you to shiver at his touch. "Why not?"

"B-Because," you stammered, your breath catching as his fingers edged closer between your thighs. "I'm already late."

"Exactly," he countered. "You're already late anyway."

The water fell around your body, washing away the suds as his fingertips slipped between your folds, and despite the water, he could feel the slickness of your arousal coating his skin.

You gasped at the sudden contact, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he dipped just the tip of his middle finger inside your warmth, savoring the wetness that coated his finger before tracing a path up to your clit. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

"I-I thought you don't like showering together," you managed to say.

His lips curved into a smile. "I'm beginning to see the appeal."

Your body slumped against the wall as he applied more pressure to your clit, pleasuring you with slow, deliberate circles. "Baby..." you breathed out, your mind clouded with desire even as you tried to focus on the time. "I'm late for work."

"I know," He murmured. "That's why I'm helping you clean up."

"I-I really need to get to work."

"And you will," he assured you. "But I need you to spread your legs first. Got to clean all the spots."

You hesitated for a moment, but with a shaky exhale, you finally complied, parting your legs as he requested, giving him access to every inch of your skin. Your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips as you struggled to maintain your composure when his finger slipped into your heat.

Your hand instinctively reached out, gripping around his wrist as he began to pump his digit inside your dripping walls. A gasp escaped your lips at the sensation of him filling you, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure at how tight you were clenching around him.

"Oh god," you moaned, feeling him quickening his pace. The sound of your wetness mingling with the rushing water enveloped you both, drowning out any thoughts of being late for work. All that mattered was the sensation of his hand between your thighs, driving you closer to the edge.

Then, to your disappointment, he suddenly pulled back and you whimpered at the loss, but before you could protest, he pulled your thigh up to rest on his hip before gripping himself in his hand. You bit your bottom lip, your body trembling with desire as he pumped a few times, while he positioned himself at your soaked entrance. 

Every nerve in your body hummed with anticipation as the tip of him slipped inside your warmth. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss as he began easing himself further in, inch by inch, and you couldn't suppress the moan against his mouth upon feeling him stretching you.

He sank himself all the way inside your heat, giving you a moment to adjust as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, coaxing a soft sigh from you before slipping inside to caress yours. Then you felt his hips begin to move with light, sensual motions, with one hand gripping your thigh firmly, as the other held your body against the wall by your hip.

“Tell me how that feels,” he encouraged you, nipping at your lips between words and taking his time with his pace, and suddenly you didn’t care you were supposed to be in a rush. 

“So... so good,” you whimpered breathlessly, feeling him slowly draw his hips away, only to glide back in even slower. He repeated the motion as if he wanted to etch into his memory the way your walls tightened around him with every thrust, as if he wanted to keep in his mind forever the way your lips parted as moans filled his ears.

You held onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin and he could sense your desperation as he quickened his pace. His hand then slipped between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit before rubbing gentle circles around it.

You let out a filthy cry.

He pumped into you even harder, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more frantic as he lost himself in the pleasure all the while his thumb worked your clit even faster, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensations overwhelmed you, and your legs began to shake with the sheer intensity of it all.

"Yes—fuck," you moaned, your voice a desperate plea for more. 

"You feel so good," he groaned out the words, his mouth inches away from yours, his breath hot against your skin as his hips continued to move in perfect rhythm with yours. "God, I love you."

Just as you were about to reply, the overwhelming pleasure consumed you as your jaw slackened, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through your veins, causing your legs to twitch uncontrollably. You whined, lost as the sensation consumed you, but soon, it became too much to bear and you tiredly pushed his hand away.

Watching you come undone around him was just enough to push him over the edge. He held your body close, still thrusting into you, the rhythm of his movements matching the frantic beat of his heart. With a final, exhilarating surge, he tilted his head back in pure bliss, his body trembling as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of release.

He exhaled a sigh of relief as his heartbeat gradually subsided, finally pulling out of you to leave you feeling empty, shaking, and still holding onto him for support. The water had grown cold, beating against your skin and causing you to shiver against his chest. Sensing your discomfort, he turned the faucet, shutting off the shower.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at you, making sure you didn’t slip against the slick tiles.

You nodded your head, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah," you assured him, placing your leg back on the ground. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"

He chuckled, the sound echoing in the now quiet bathroom. "I'll take that as a compliment," he replied as he reached out to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest.

You nestled into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. "It's not," you countered, looking up at him. "I'm too late now, I think I have to call in sick."

He tilted his head and held your gaze. "What if I call in sick too?"

A smile tugged at your lips as you considered his suggestion. "That could work," you said, the idea of spending the day together sounding more appealing by the second. You pulled him in for a kiss. "That could definitely work."

[latenightdaydreams]

More konig zombie apocalypse au pls🥹

Of course!

ZombieApocalypseAU!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

Part 1, Part 3

Part 2 picks up directly after part 1!

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, oral, throw up, p in v, non-con

1.3k word count

🧟

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You keep your eyes on him, feeling caged in by a wild animal and scared to make any sudden movements. There is no avoiding the way his erection strains against the fabric of pants while he rubs it. Once you’re done urinating, you reach out for the toilet paper in the stall; pulling a few squares for yourself. His eyes linger on your hands, watching you clean yourself.

The uncomfortable tension hangs in the air, König could care less. All he wants to do is reach forward and wipe the pretty pussy clean for you. He would drop on his knees and use his tongue to lap up every single drop from you. Instead, he just watches, holding back his more unusual desires for now.

“You have a beautiful body.” He speaks casually.

You stand and pull your underwear and pants up as you keep his gaze, almost worried that if you look away, he will lunge at you. He remains in the way, blocking you into the stall. His eyes roam over your body as his hand lingers on his cock.

“Move.” You speak up, but König can still hear the fear in your voice.

“Why?”

“You’re in my way.”

“Am I?”

König looks your body over once more before stepping aside and letting you leave the stall. He walks on your heels as you leave the bathroom, not wanting you to try and lock him out of your little room in the closet. While you’re a small woman, you seem to have done well for yourself. A perfect mate for a man like König.

You use your key to open the door of your small room, only opening it slightly. König puts his hand on the door and opens it more to fit his size. He nudges you into the room. Alone, it’s the perfect space. With König, it truly feels suffocating in here. The door closes behind the two of you, locking as soon as it latches.

“This is cozy.” König looks at all of your food storage while his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against his body. “You’ve done well for yourself, Schatz.”

“I have.” You attempt to break free from his grasp, but he doesn’t budge.

“Together, imagine how great we can be.” His hands roam up to your breasts.

“I’m better off alone.”

“Are you?”

“Remember, I saved you.” You snap.

This angers König. His hand quickly wraps around your neck, applying enough pressure to be uncomfortable. Your hands try to pry his off but you can’t. He leans down and speaks in a low dangerous tone. “Watch how you fucking speak to me, Schatz.” His other hand lingers on your breast and squeezes hard.

König lets go of you and pushes you forward, throwing you off balance. He walks forward, grabbing your hair and kicking your feet out from underneath you. You hit your makeshift bed hard, making you lose your breath. König stands over your body as he begins to undress himself, pulling at his belt and tossing it down on the ground as his eyes gloss over your body.

“Undress.” He demands.

You don’t move, frozen with fear. His boot kicks your legs lightly as he repeats his orders once more. With shaky hands you reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, followed by your sports bra. You completely undress, feeling bashful as you are forced to show yourself to him. König stands over your body looking down at you, his cock heavy and hangs with a slight curve.

“Kneel.”

Not wanting to make this worse for yourself, you kneel and look up at him. He steps closer looks down at you, waiting. Yet, you just stay frozen in place. His fingers intertwine with your hair and tilt your head back.

“You’ve had sex, ja?”

“Y- yes.”

“Then you know what to do.”

König lets go of your hair and keeps his cold gaze locked on you. You grab him in one hand, the strong musk of his unwashed body hits you as you move closer. The feeling of his eyes on you adding a level of hesitation. Your mouth opens resting the tip of his cock on your lips as your eyes rise up to meet him.

He grabs the back of your head again, forcing your head down on him. Your hands move to his thighs, trying to push back as he shoves half of his length down your throat. A loud gagging sound echoes in the small space as you strain, trying to pull back.

“Come on, you can take more.” König growls under his breath as he pushes your head further down his length. You can’t, you throw up, the disgusting taste consuming your taste buds. He lets go of you as you spit on the ground, watching and laughing as you struggle. “Lie down.”

You look behind you before slowly resting your body back. A rush of adrenaline crashes over you, fight or flight kicking in but you find yourself fawning instead. There are no humans around you can trust and any loud noise would just attract zombies. You’re trapped and he knows it.

König lowers himself onto your bed, parting your legs eagerly gazing at the precious pink that reveals itself as your folds open up to him. A low growl rumbles deep inside of his chest as excitement consumes him. It’s been so long since he’s seen or smelled the sweet scent of a cunt.

His eyes meet yours, wide with fear and anxiety. He leans close to you, close enough to smell your breath with every hard breath you take. You look so beautiful even when you’re scared. One hand comes up and caresses your face in such a tender way that it surprises you.

“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me again. You’re mind. Understand, Schatz?”

You nod, his tone is ice cold making your stomach drop. He lingers there, just looking at you. When you’re about to open your mouth to apologize, you stop feeling a stinging tear as he thrust his hips forward. He slams the full length of his thick cock inside of your small cunt. A primal cry leaves you instead as your hands move to his arms, your fingernails digging into his pale skin.

“You feel so fucking good, Schatz.”

König moves one hand to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of your pained cries as you struggle to take him. “Shhh.” He whispers to you as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace, slowly quickening as he loses himself in the euphoric feeling of your gummy tight walls squeezing around him. His pleasure comes before your comfort. He owns you now and you need to learn your place. Having a wife that back talks and demands of him isn’t desirable. In this new world he can have you any way he pleases, who will stop him

After König cums inside of you, he leaves you laying there with his seed leaking out of you. He stands and walks over to your food pile. From the makeshift bed you look over at him while he grabs a tin of fish and opens it. In your mind, you try to decide that trying to kill him would be too risky or worth it if you should just accept this new life.

Technically, you guess it could be worse. The stories you’ve heard from others about what men have done to them still lingers with you. Having König here might even be good. Two people means double the loot and more safety.

König turns and looks down at you. His eyes wander over your body once more as he eats a piece of fish. He sits down next to you and holds food out for you. You slowly raise your hand to grab it when he jerks the food away.

“Open.”

You’ve learned to not argue with him, so you open your mouth and let him feed you. He watches you with an intense gaze as you eat. Oil drips down your lips as you chew causing König to lean in and lick the oil before kissing you softly.

“You’re my wife now. If anyone asks, you’re mine. And if you try to run, I’ll chain you to me. Understand?”

“I- I understand.”

“Gut, mein kleiner Schatz.”

Part 3

[hannieehaee]

hihihi!! can you do a full sub vernon fic please??

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, softdom!reader, smut, handjob, etc.

wc: 651

a/n: this turned out shorter than i thought but i have a lot of vernon requests so i promise more vernon is coming soon<3

masterlist

"k-keep going, fuck- please ..."

"yeah, it feels good, huh? what if i do— this?", you whispered into his ear as one of your hands went up to toy at his nipple, harshly pulling at it whilst your other hand continued its torture on his cock.

sitting behind him, you had pulled and stroke at his cock endlessly for the past hour, not once granting him the pleasure of an orgasm.

"y-yes, just- fuck, too sensitive," he breathed out.

"too much? but you asked for this, nonnie. remember?", you recalled back to an exhausted vernon coming home, getting lost in your kiss as soon as you welcomed him in and allowing you to guide him into your bedroom.

on days where he came home particularly tired, you liked to provide him with a safe space in which you'd take care of him. denying his orgasms always amplified his pleasure and led him to a rewarding slumber after the fact. he enjoyed doing the same to you when the tables were flipped.

"i know, but ... fuck, i need it now," he whined.

"just a little longer, okay, baby? just let me play with you a little longer. it'll feel so good, i promise," your lips went back to softly kissing at his neck, occupying yourself with his pleasure.

your right hand worked his cock while your right flicked at his nipples. you almost wished he was under you so you could grind his cock against his abdomen and leave love bites all over his chest, but maybe you'd save that for next time he had a grueling day at work.

for now, you continued to kiss your way to his ear, whispering filthy praise into it as your hand went back down to his cock to softly scratch at his balls, earning a deep groan from him.

feeling him shudder against you, you knew another orgasm was approaching. the question was whether or not you'd finally let him achieve it.

before you could do anything else, the boy interrupted your thoughts.

"plea-please! fuck, i need ... make me cum, please. i'll- i'll make you cum right after, just- fuck, oh, fuck. i'm almost there, i-" he threw his head back into your shoulder the moment your hands began squeezing him just a little harder, moving just a little faster.

"almost there, nonnie? hmm? gonna make a mess all over yourself?", you mockingly laughed into his ear.

"y-yes, just ... just- fuck, a little more and i'll-", he gasped when you gave extra attention to his tip, "oh, oh, fuck, please ..."

he sounded so pretty, it was too hard for you to keep up your facade. you wanted to see him cum just as badly as he wanted to cum. with this thought in mind, you finally gave him the go-ahead, kissing at his shoulders and neck when his orgasm finally arrived.

"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," he rambled with a hiccuped gasp once his orgasm took over him, causing a full-body shudder to invade him.

with soft praise whispered into his skin, you coaxed the orgasm out of him, loving on him up until the moment his high subsided, leaving him to press himself up against you even further, now even more exhausted than before.

whining at you when you decided to move away from his touch, you lightly slapped his hands away, earning yourself a tired chuckle from him. getting up, you held out your hand to the boy, needing some convincing to get him to actually sit up for you.

"c'mon, baby. let's draw you a bath," you said, "i'll wash your hair and then you can to go bed."

suddenly interested, he raised an eyebrow, "you'll bathe with me?", he asked as if it was a selling point he needed confirmed.

"and i'll even cuddle you in bed afterwards," you smiled.

"sold," he said, suddenly regaining his energy and getting up, leading you to the bathroom.

[chlorinecake]

𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 - a yjw oneshot 🕹️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a fun gaming session with your bsf leads to a night full of steamy shenanigans

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gamer!roommate!jungwon x reader

𝐜𝐰: swearing, kissing, teasing, hickeys, y/n gets her boobies fondled, oral (f. & m. receiving), mentions of other enhypen members

𝐰𝐜: 3k | not proofread, written quickly

You sighed, “I wish more people in the world cared about Roblox… it saved my life, bro.”

“That was easily one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard you say.”

“What?”

“I said-”

“EVER! Wanna play COD Mobile instead?”

“Bruh, that game is so mid.”

You scoffed at his remark, bringing a flared hand to your chest. “I’m goated at COD mobile, averaging like 100 kills per match. People praise me for that.”

“Because it doesn’t take skill?” He made it sound like a question, when he was really making a statement.

“Mkay. I bet I’d still whoop your ass on console, but we don’t have to go there.”

A hint of ambition sparkled in his eyes at the challenge. “Oh yeah? And what are we betting here?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment, “If you win, I’ll fix you a victory snack.”

He nodded at the enticing offer, “And if you win? Which you won’t, but-”

“The bragging rights will be enough for me, but you could always fix the broken shower head in my bathroom so I can stop using yours,” you interrupted confidently.

Jungwon forgot all about how you broke your shower head last week. You told him it was an innocent mistake, but his mind obviously wandered to other places once you told him. By now though, he had already gotten used to sharing a bathroom with you, so he didn’t feel any urgency to repair it. Still and all, he understood how you might want your private space back. “Ok. Fair enough,” Jungwon agreed.

He handed you a controller, waiting for you to join him at the loading screen. Setting up your gear and choosing what weapon you wanted, the match eventually started. Needless to say, you didn’t stand a chance against Jungwon and his team of CPU’s, feeling sore from defeat.

A prideful smile waved over his features, showcasing his prominent dimples. “Sooo,” he began, “I would like your leftover Twix bar from the fridge cut up over two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Don’t forget the sprinkles.”

You pouted, handing him the overheating controller. “I’m not fixing you a damn thing. You probably cheated!”

His eyebrows raised, “First of all, cheating is for weenies. Second of all, a deals a deal!”

“Ugh, fine. I’m charging tips, by the way.”

“Not a chance, crook. Unless,” he caught your attention as you got up from the living room couch, “you wanna go for another round?”

“No, that’s alright. I think I'm gonna just watch you play the game for now. You could invite Heeseung, too, if you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back, okay? I gotta use the bathroom real quick.”

Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking off the bra that had been killing your back for the past 12 hours. You didn’t know where else to put it, so you hid it under Jungwon’s bathroom cabinet before leaving.

“When do you ever wanna play games with me? Are you with Riki or something?” Heeseung asked from the headset.

“No, I’m with ____. She needs some testosterone in her life and wants to watch us play I guess.”

“I can think of a few ways to help her with that,” Jungwon could hear the smirk in Heeseung’s voice.

“Shut the fuck up and join me already.”

“What? It’s not like you’ll ever have the balls to make a move on her, anyway,” Heeseung chuckled. “How long have you know her for again?”

“Since the first day of college.”

“Damn, and you’ve barely even grazed first base.”

“She’s still sacrificing her free time to hang out with me, so I don’t see the loss here?”

“Look, buddy. Your rizz needs an upgrade. These cute little gaming nights you have every weekend needs an upgrade. Your wardrobe needs an upgra-”

“I get it, asshole.”

You came back with the snack he requested, eliciting a dramatic applause from your goofy ahh friend.

“Your majesty,” you bowed playfully, placing the bowl of ice cream on the desk in front of him.

You filled in the space next to him, resting an elbow on the arm of the sofa, your nipples now on full display through your thin shirt.

“Are you cold,” Jungwon asked, eyes not quite meeting yours. You meant to reply, but he was already reaching his hand out to grope your chest, using a thumb to smooth out your hardened buds with his warm touch. You eyes widened in shock.

“Woah- mmm, n-no, I’m okay” you stuttered, Jungwon smirking at how flustered you appeared.

What the actual fuck was that!?, you thought to yourself.

He went back to casually talking with Heeseung again as if he didn’t just rub your nipples…

You usually enjoyed watching Jungwon play the game, but now, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jungwon’s pretty hands. The way his delicate thumbs maneuvered the joystick of the controller sent your mind into a daze.

“Hold up, Hee, I’m gonna put you on mute for a sec,” Jungwon said, handing you his controller before mouthing the words “play for me” with a catty smirk. He adjusted his headset over your head, bringing a finger up to your seal your lips. “Shhh,” he warned.

You knew Heeseung wasn’t actually on mute because there was an open mic symbol on the corner of the screen.

What’s he up to now?, you wondered.

Kneeling between your legs with greed, Jungwon’s fingers tiptoed to the waistband of your shorts. He paused before asking, “is this okay?," and you simply nodded in response. He smiled, tugging your shorts and underwear past your hips, knees, and ankles, stuffing them under the sofa.

He gawked at your wetness, your lips swollen with need. Heeseung started the match, and that’s when Jungwon started taking kitten nips at the sensitive flesh between your thighs, leaving a few marks. He blew at your heat before finally using his fingers to explore your folds.

“Cute,” he must’ve noticed the way your pussy pulsed in anticipation. Attaching his lips to your throbbing clit, he sucked it into his mouth, alternating with his fingers when breaking for air. He hummed at your taste, adding to the pleasurable sensations.

You tried focusing on the game for Jungwon’s sake, but you couldn’t resist the urge to reach for a handful of his hair and gently grind against his face.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby, just stay focused,” he said in between slurping at your wetness that never sounded so foul til now.

Did he just call me baby?

He inserted a finger into your tight hole and started pumping in and out of you, curling up to stimulate your g-spot. You were struggling to keep your moans in, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he finger-fucked you. He looked up, noticing that you had fully abandoned the controller. “Keep playing or I won’t let you finish,” he purred.

“Fuck,” you panted quietly, how do you expect me to do that?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, ____.”

You picked up the controller and started playing again. Heeseung was now swearing over the mic like a madman. “Bro, you’re really not helping out our stats here by letting the enemy clap your cheeks,” he scolded, but you weren’t really paying attention to his voice anyway. Jungwon dove back into your heat, licking rough stripes against your clit as he inserted a second finger. “Mngh,“ you mumbled dizzily, clenching around him.

“What?” Heeseung asked confused, having heard your noise.

You reached to mute the headset, but Jungwon gave you a look that told you not to test him. You gave in, and succeeded in holding back your whimpers, but your heavy breathing continued.

“Dude, I’m literally never playing the game with you agai- HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST GET DIED?”

One last thrust of Jungwon’s fingers, and you were finally coming undone, shaking from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over you. Slender fingers glided in and out of your needy hole, his knuckles adding to the delightful stretch. The match ended shortly after you came down from your high.

Jungwon licked his fingers clean of you and swapped the controller back. “Sorry about that, hyung. I was eating and didn’t wanna disturb you,” he lied, readjusted the headset on himself.

“Well, I hope it was worth it. Our team forfeited on some elite rewards.”

“You’re welcome,” he teased, which you didn’t know if it was meant for you or Heeseung, because he leaned in to kiss your lips softly, before going in for another match.

Still feeling your orgasm fresh in your viens, you reached under the couch to grab your shorts and underwear, putting them on and getting up from the sofa.

“Hey, what’s up,” Jungwon asked while taking a spoonful of the half-melted sundae into his mouth.

“I-I’m just gonna shower... and maybe go to bed after.”

“Alright. Me and Hee are gonna play one more match and I’ll be in after you. Don’t take long!”

"Dude, you’re abandoning me already? I thoughtyou were gonna help me take these punks to skill-ville," Heeseung whined over the mic.

"You need to immediately repent for saying that," Jungwon cringed.

You made your way to his bathroom with a change of clothes, closing the door behind you.

You entered the shower, trying to wash off the growing heat between your legs and any dirty thoughts associated with your roommate. A few minutes in, you also decided to wash your hair as it had been a week since that last time you did.

That’s when you heard the door open and close, followed by the sounds of clothes being removed and tossed on the bathroom floor. You peeked from the shower curtain, only to find a naked Jungwon standing right there. He didn’t notice you looking, so you pushed the shower curtain back.

“The shower is occupied at the moment, Wonie!”

“I know,” he smirked, entering the shower from the opposite end as if this was yet another casual ordeal.

“May I,” he asked, pointing to the spot you were standing at in the shower. “Oh, sure” you replied, trying not to make things awkward. He reached for the bottle of shampoo and started lathering the honey scented product in his hair and skin. You tried to avoid taking anymore peeks at his toned body so you busied yourself with a loofa and cleansed your skin for what felt a hundred times. By now, you sat idly in the corner of the shower, with bubbles waiting to be rinsed from your body. “Here,” Jungwon motioned for you to return to your original spot. “Thanks,” you said. “Would’ve been nice if you said that earlier,” he poked.

Oh shit.

“Here, let me help you,” he offered, rinsing off the soapy suds that painting your shoulders and back. Somehow, this gesture relaxed you. “Now turn around for me.” You faced him with a chest covered in bubbles. He quickly rinsed your breasts before lowering the shower head to your private, adjusting the water pressure from low to medium.

You could hardly stand up straight from the pressure building up at your center. The throbbing sensation between your legs travelled up to your quivering lips. You moved a hand to cover your mouth, hiding your lewd sounds. Jungwon didn’t mind though, because your squirming is what excited him the most. “Hold still, ____,” he teased, putting the water pressure on high.

Bracing your balance with his free arm, his soft lips met your damp neck, nibbling at the skin. The sensation was so sweet that you finally let your moans out. Developing a mind of its own, your hand reached down to stroke Jungwon’s hardness, a lustful look staining his features.

He groaned into your ear, making you feel more than half crazy. You felt your climax creeping up on you as it became harder to stand up or keep still. Starting to pump him faster, both of you were now on the verge of bussing.

A little voice in your head slapped you back into reality.

This has to stop! He’s my roommate!

You turned the water off from the faucet on the wall, retreating your hand from his member as if it tased you. Grabbing a towel from the curtain rod and covering yourself, you left Jungwon alone in the bathroom.

You went to your room and started to dry yourself off. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around what was happening but a part of you liked it and another part knew it was inappropriate.

You just touched Jungwon’s dick, and yes, it felt really fucking nice, but the thought will likely haunt you til the day you die. He was a good friend of yours, and you didn’t wanna let fleeting feelings ruin it.

You put on the scented lotion from your nightstand followed by your clothes before plopping in your bed. You didn’t bother locking your door because you never had you to worry about Jungwon intruding your privacy. Or at least, that was before today.

You buried yourself under the covers before a trail of footsteps made their way from the bathroom to your bedroom door.

Creak.

The door opened and closed.

Click.

He locked it.

Walking over to your bed, Jungwon sat behind you.

“I know you’re awake, so stop pretending,” he whispered in your ear.

Annoyed, you threw the covers off your head, giving him an exhausted look.

“What do you want, Jungwon? Huh?”

“I could always just show you,” he said, flashing you the sluttiest eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.

“You could’ve waited for me to finish up in the shower before barging in like that.”

“No, I really couldn’t.”

“We’re roommates, Won! Hell, we’re friends!”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?”

“You can’t just fondle my tits whenever you want to, or eat me out on the couch when you’re bored, or join me in the shower because you’re impatient.”

You let that sink in for a moment.

“Did you not like it when I did those things to you? Did you not like the way I made you feel,” he inquired, inching closer towards you on the bed. “Because the way I remember it, you never told me to stop.”

The room fell so quiet that your heartbeat sounded loud.

He reached over to grip your thigh, leaning in for a kiss before shoving his tongue past your lips, but you pulled away.

“Jungwon stop!” You reprimanded, turning your head from him.

He grabbed your chin and proceeded to kiss you.

“Jungwon, I said stop...”

“I can tell you didn’t mean it.”

He continued kissing you, shoving his hand into you panties and going straight to your pussy, sliding his digits up and down your moist folds, sending an ache through your stomach.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

He called you baby. Again!

He didn’t waste any time to rub circles around your sensitive bud, causing your hips to jerk toward him.

“Stop it!” You raised your voice, pushing him away by his throat. Your hand never looked so small til now.

“Then make me.”

“What?”

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, ____.”

Darkness waved over both your features as you pressed his back flush against the bed, reaching for his drawstring and pulling his sweat pants down. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, so his pink tip sprung up, clear fluid leaking from the tip.

You grabbed his dick, giving it a firm stroke before grazing your teeth down his shaft, eliciting the prettiest whimper you’d ever heard from his mouth. The texture of his veins ran against your tongue as you took half of him into your mouth, using your hand to stimulate the base.

Your head bounced up and down as Jungwon grew dangerously desperate. Tapping your cheek, he guided you off of him to take a breath. Cradling your head in his grasp, he slid you back down until your lips reached his pelvis. “Hollow your cheeks for me, and breath through your nose,” he guided before using your head to please him. Your eyes began to water as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a few times, but he ignored it.

“I’m so close, baby, just keep taking me,” he nearly begged, chest heaving as he screwed his eyes shut, “Be a good girl for me, mmm,” he grunted, picking up the pace.

You were getting used to being called “baby” by now.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, bursting his load into your mouth. He lifted your head from his throbbing heat, using a thumb to wipe the cum that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. You went back down to taste his release, only for him to guide your head away.

“Don’t eat that, ____,” he giggled, but you swiped a finger to collect some of his cum anyway.

“It’s only fair, Wonie. Now we’ve both tasted each other.”

You went to the bathroom to wash your hands, coming back with a few tissues to help clean him up. Something about this dirty moment seemed so pure. So right.

“Okay, I’m going to bed for real this time, see you tomorrow,” you smiled, getting under your covers.

“You don’t expect me to go back to my room, do you,” he asked, giving you a look.

“Well, tonight, I’ll let it slide, but if you end up breaking your bed, don’t expect visitation privileges.”

“Thank you,” he let out a breath, smiling as he snuggled under the covers beside you.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Heeseung has any idea about what we did?”

Ding.

Jungwon’s phone vibrated in his pocket:

Text Message from “Heenis” — Jake ditched me for a hoe 👍🥲 wanna call?

A mischievous smirk poked at the corners of Jungwon’s lips, “He can find out.”

“WONIE, IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER, I SWEAR YOU’RE SLEEPING IN YOUR OWN BED TONIGHT!”

❁ if y’all can’t tell already, i am dangerously jungwon biased…

❁ anyways, thanks for reading “Joystick” by @chlorinecake! be sure to check out more works by me on my enhypen bookshelf!

[katsumox]

hihi!! idk if ur reqs are still open but :,) thinking about jason coming back from a really bad patrol, like he's all bloody and bruised and shit. cleaning him up even when he insists he's fine and kissing his bruises, just like a lot of comfort. sorry if this makes no sense LMAOO i've never requested something before!! tysm for reading have a nice day <33

thank u for the request my love !!!!!! reqs for jason r always open<333

this is roommate!verse because hngghhhhhh okay anyways !

“Oh honey, I’m home,” a sarcastic modulated voice rings out from the balcony. You don’t even have to look up from your spot on the couch to know it’s Jason.

“Don’t ask me where the redheads are,”he continues, “Thing one and two are off doing… fuck if I know.”

His voice is tight with irritation and poorly disguised pain as he all but limps into the living room.

Your eyes widen at his state before your mind settles into work mode.

“Shirt. Off now,” you say, jogging to the bathroom for the med kit stashed under the sink.

“No warm welcome, huh,” Jason teases as he tosses his helmet to the ground. He hisses as he tugs off his shirt, exposing the bruise-littered expanse of his musculature.

“I’m fine,” he rumbles, “No life threatening cuts or nothin’. Just…” he trails off with a sigh as you apply the cold antiseptic to his wounds.

He shuts himself up, despite the quiet whines of discomfort clawing at his throat. He watches you work as he fights the urge to snake a hand around your waist and keep you there, pressed snugly into him.

“Just one more,” you mutter, tapping at the gash near his jaw, “Wonder Woman bandaid?” You ask, looking up at him with those big doe eyes.

He grunts in confirmation, eyes flitting from your form to something off in the distance.

“Let me kiss it better,” You coo as you press the bandaid to his jaw.

Jason frowns as he looks around the apartment’s living room. It’s dark and empty, save for the two of you.

“Thought we couldn’t do the whole PDA thing in shared spaces,” he rumbles, a smirk playing on his lips, “You’re breaking the rules.”

“Fuck rules,” You hum, “No one gives a shit about rules.”

You press a kiss to Jason’s jaw, right next to the bandaid.

“Fuck rules,” Jason parrots, slinging his strong arms across your hips.

You kiss the J shaped scar on his face before standing on your tip toes to let your lips ghost the yellowing bruise under his eye.

He exhales, watching you intently as you press feathery kisses down his bruised neck and collarbones.

His eyes stay glued to your lips as you kiss the now-scarring wound on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Jason airily murmurs to no one in particular, “No one gives a shit about rules.”

[psychosith]

Stars Around My Scars

luke skywalker x reader

summary: luke sees you shirtless for the first time since you escaped the empire

warnings: mentions of torture, injuries, nudity???

a/n: guess who’s back from their lengthy, unplanned hiatus? me! i’m back! enjoy this little ficlet while i decide what im gonna write next!

two long months you had been held in a star destroyer, subject to endless torture as the general grilled you on various rebellion happenings. it had destroyed you, body and mind. you thought you would die there, alone and bleeding in the cold cell, until you’d been saved by some rebels in stormtrooper getup. it was tricky, but you managed to make it back to the rebel base and reunite with your boyfriend, luke. he gave you space, let you heal from the traumatizing experience.

through your period of recovery, you continued to aid the resistance as best you could. you met with rebel leaders almost daily to plan attacks and missions, and it was after one such meeting that luke followed you back to your bunk.

flashbacks from your time in the empire’s clutches haunted you, and they were looming particularly large today. you were plagued by the memories, and you longed for the sort of comfort only luke could provide. so you asked him if he would stay in your room tonight to keep you company.

the door to your bunk whirred as it slid open and you walked straight to your closet. the dress shirt you had donned for the meeting was itchy and tight and you wanted to get it off. you grabbed a loose t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to wash off while luke settled on your bed. you had been so comfortable with him before your capture that it felt weird to be showering without him, but you knew if he saw what they had done to you he would be too disgusted to stay with you.

so you would bathe separate from him. you didn’t bother locking the door behind you as you shucked your dress shirt off and made to turn on the shower. the warm water let off a gentle steam and fogged up the mirror. you stepped under the spray when the temperature was to your liking and sighed in relief. a warm shower was just the thing to help you relax. the water washed away all your thoughts and feelings and replaced them with a sense of calm.

you took your time in the shower and by the time you got out your fingers were pruned and wrinkly. you had your back to the door and you didn’t register it opening.

“babe…” your whole body tensed when you heard luke behind you. while you were naked. all your scars were on display.

you felt a calloused hand reach for your hip. “don’t touch me,” you bit out. you couldn’t stand to look back at him, the disgust you knew you would find in his face would break you. “it’s gross, i know. just let me put on my shirt.”

“is that what you think?” luke snatched your wrist before you could tug the shirt over your head. “you think that i find you too gross to look at? that i don’t want to see you naked because of these?”

he traced a scar with his fingertip. “yes,” you said, “i know that’s what you think. don’t tell me, please. i couldn’t bear it if you thought me to horrible to be with.”

“i don’t think that at all.” he took your chin in his hand, turning your head up so you were forced to look at him. “you’re so beautiful, don’t you see that? these scars don’t change that. they just show how strong you are, that you could overcome such a thing. don’t ever think they make you ugly. ever. you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

against your will, you smiled softly. you didn’t even entertain the idea that he might be lying, for the intensity of his words was too strong to be a lie. he took the shirt from your hands and discarded it, leaving it abandoned on the tile floor.

luke led you back to the bed and laid you down, snuggling close beside you. he pressed featherlight kiss after featherlight kiss to your scars and traced them with the tips of his fingers all throughout the night. in that moment, you wondered why you ever thought he would think you less for the trauma you went through.

in that moment, you had never felt more loved

[tinycozycomfort]

where you sleep

pairing: jackson era!joel miller x f!reader

day three of @pascalisbaby and i's joeltober: hand kink -> read her day three here

summary: When you swing your neck to face him, he’s already cocked his chin over the hill of his left shoulder to await your gaze—beaming. He knew you’d been watching since you approached the room. Worse, he wanted you to see. 

warnings/tags: pwp!, hand kink, oral sex (m recieving), dom/sub dynamics, masturbation (m), exhibitionism, misuse of underwear/underwear play, pet names (honey, sweetheart, etc), creepy!joel (/dark!joel?)

word count: 1.7k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: gotta give an extra kiss to @pascalisbaby for not only saving this from the delete button more than once but for always being the best person alive!!!

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You hear him, first—the end of a damp squelch, the sharp intake that breaks between coupling breaths, on a loop—from your place at the front door. It’s only clear enough to be interpreted as motion, disjointed pieces of noise that make you think he might be struggling, or hurt—so you follow. 

Padding lightly down the hallway in the dim afternoon, a twinge of anxiety leans lamely against your heart with all its dead weight; guilty already, even with no cause. Your chest thrums as it tries to hold up, picturing all of the ways he could have ended up wounded while trying to fix your shower, but when you reach the bathroom, it’s empty. No blood, no horrific scene, just a pile of loose tools and a smattering of fine plaster from where he’d dug around in the wall—yet the sounds persist somewhere further. 

You continue down, not quiet by any means, a little disturbed by his lack of interest in your arrival. He’s in your room, you deduce—the only occupiable space left in the home—coming into view now with the aid of long, heavy steps. Announcing yourself, just in case.  

The door is split open enough to see a long strip of empty space—the corner of your unmade bed, the swirling edge of your dresser, a sliver of mirror posed straighter than usual. 

As you sidle up to the frame, the sounds pitch up—strained hissing and sloppy glide of skin reaching a peak—and so you risk a deeper lean to see what it is he’s gotten himself into; what it is that isn’t worth hiding. 

A weak wash of daylight squeezes through the kinks in the blinds, allowing you only the fuzzy edges of what he’s doing. 

Joel sits on the far side of the bed, body angled so that you can see just a little more than profile, hunched roundly over his lap. He’s almost fully dressed—button-up intact right up to the neck, crinkled tops of his jeans still upright on his legs—everywhere except his center. 

He has one hand braced on his stomach, wide and solid and threaded with thick cords of vein, the fabric of his modesty folded up into his thumb. The waistline of his pants is zipped and peeled open at the thigh, the buckle of his belt jolting with faint clinks on every off-beat. A crude frame for the action resting within it.

His cock is slick in his right hand, a band of bright wet flashing between his fingers as he makes rough passes along it, stuttering minutely when he moves down to the base. He fucks the column fervently, the hard muscle of his clutched fist sending a push of arousal between the tops of your thighs. 

He touches himself as roughly as he seems able to tolerate—the sinew between his first set of knuckles dipped harshly, peaks white from strain, the tips of the hand on his stomach turning in against his own flesh enough to ripple.

Something pink, unnaturally so, peaks between his fingers every so often, calling you away from your observation of his abdomen. He’s particularly enamored with whatever it is—panting every time it swirls over the head, dulling the sheen of his pull. 

Fabric, you realize, absorbing the slip on his skin. You squint, assessing the texture of the material as it darkens with each stroke. Lace fabric; scallop-edged lace fabric that looks starkly familiar to what had been discarded in a shallow grave on top of your too-full hamper the night before. 

He shoves into the cloth, webbing it around the points of his fingers like a pocket, canting his hips off the bed to slot into it and he huffs in frustration when he manages to miss a few times, stunted. 

You glance up to see he’s maneuvering himself blindly; despite his intricate goal he looks straight ahead, eyes still open from what you can make out, concentration elsewhere as he fumbles against the make-shift cunt. 

You track his focus, only half-way across the room when you remember just how much the door had been left open, the crease of the frame very visible in the newly-positioned mirror at your bedside—the intention of it. 

The realization rushes between your ribs like ice-water, little knocks of frozen pellets as they swim between the bones on the way down. The force is so fast you feel like you’re going to keel over—not assisted by the way your knees already feel tight from the strain of keeping yourself motionless. 

You hit the end of the line, his expression wild where he meets you in the reflection, pleased.

“You just gonna watch, sweetheart? That’s all?” 

When you swing your neck to face him, he’s already cocked his chin over the hill of his left shoulder to await your gaze—beaming. He knew you’d been watching since you approached the room. Worse, he wanted you to see. 

“Joel—Fuck, I’m… I didn’t mean to-” 

He uses his unoccupied hand to help him rise to his feet, his right not ceasing to work himself as he rounds the edge of the mattress. You cower, still mostly inaccessible behind the wood, so he reacts accordingly—slows, tames his grin, knits the inner corners of his brow to look disarming. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. You caught me in a bit of a bind here, honey,” he pumps lazily, head bowing to direct your attention as if you would need the assistance, “No big deal. Wouldn’t hurt if you offered to help—might as well work for the show.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, afraid to pierce the illusion, the dream in front of you a few words from melting away, and he pouts something disappointed.

“Don’t need to invite you into your own room, do I?”

“Joel,” you try again, weak. 

“Heard you the first time—didn’t mean to. We’re past that. I forgive you. Now c’mon, come take a closer look—like I know you want to.”

Hesitantly, you hook an ankle around the edge of the door, willing yourself forward. Joel nods encouragingly before cutting the distance with his own wide steps. 

He uses his clean hand to cup the swell of your cheek, thumb twisting to dig into the fullest part, the pads against your neck pressing down like a suggestion, and you fold without question, tucking a knee beneath you to guide yourself to the floor. 

Joel releases you, draping the curve of his shirt up into his palm again to reveal what had been only momentarily concealed beneath it. Even so, your eyes stay fixed on the spread of his fingers against his belly, right past the place where his cock hangs between his legs. 

“Didn’t seem to have a problem looking when you thought I didn't know. Don't be shy.” His words are encouraging but his tone is laced with annoyance, frustrated maybe that you aren’t responding with the enthusiasm he wants.

He resumes playing with himself, the stretch of lace in his clutch not enough to claim your favor—the way his nails pierce his stomach far more intriguing. 

He seems to understand, trailing his palm up to his chest, still holding the hem, a smile curling on his lips when you follow the movement. 

“Oh, that’s what you like?” 

He releases his length, letting the lace slot between the crease of his thumb like a bracelet. “You want me to touch you with these, sweetheart?” He waves the wet hand lewdly before offering it to you, “Want me to put them in your mouth?” 

You nod, and he lets the rough tips of his pointer and middle tap on the center of your bottom lip, watching shamelessly as you open up for him on instinct. 

“Look at that. I think we can figure out something here that works out for both of us, hm?” 

He doesn’t bother letting you answer, lining the row of his longer fingers outward against your lower lip, his thumb braced against the upper. You stick your tongue out, curling it around his first finger to try and coax him inside but he has another idea. He spreads his legs, settling his weight before leaning to feed the tip of his cock through the channel he’s created with his hand, breaching the open space of your mouth. 

You take him enthusiastically and he makes a choked sound, the plane of his chest pushing out hard between firm breaths, a stripe of pink crawling up his neck and across his face. He’s ruffled, composure broken, his own mouth agape in veiled mockery.

“There you go. So pretty. You wouldn’t say no if I asked you to come down your throat, would you?” 

You do your best to shake your head, working him deeper, the row of your bottom teeth secure under the line of his pointer.

He shudders, the nail of his thumb pushing you open wider as he slides in as far as he can manage at this angle, with so much already occupying the inside of your face. 

“That’s right, honey. Good girl for me, aren’t you? Walked right into my little gift, eager. Let’s reward you, hm?” 

You hum in response, lost to anything other than the brush of his hand against your chin when he thrusts too quickly, the drag of the inside of his knuckles against your tongue. 

“Fuck. You like it, too. Should’ve come by sooner.” 

Pressure builds in the pit of your stomach, hot and rolling as where it falls over into the cradle of your core. You rub your legs together in an attempt to relieve it and he whines, bucking up quicker into the hollow of your cheeks, the fabric of your forgotten underwear slipping in with the rest of his mess on a jostled punch. 

Joel starts to unwind, heaving in hard gulps and elbow craning out in a jagged, rhythmic sway. He unhinges his jaw like he wants to say more but you bend, taking more of him than you should be able to, the soft wedge of his head prodding your throat and he grunts, rounding out his spine as he comes as far down as he promised to. 

You puff up your cheeks around him, an almost-smile, swallowing as much as you can before pulling off of him with a gentle pop, your own palm sliding up to take hold of his forearm. He lets you, deflated from his orgasm, and you run your tongue over what you couldn’t catch on his skin. 

“Should’ve known,” he chuckles, peering down at you between soaked lashes before assisting, sliding two fingers into your parted lips, “Let’s find out what else you like.”

[delicatebarness]

i cant read your mind | chapter six

Summary: You and Bucky, in a bathroom.

Warnings: Bucky once again has your neck in his hands.

Word Count: 746

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You paced the bathroom of Sharon’s place in High Town, clutching your phone tightly. How did you forget to silence it? Why didn’t you just send a quick reply? Sighing, you rested your phone on the vanity, meeting your reflection in the mirror. Your hand instinctively rose to feel your neck, still sensing Bucky’s touch. “Hi, Baby,” his voice echoed in your thoughts. You had yearned to hear him utter those words again. 

After reflection, you deeply breathed and splashed your face with cold water. Picking up your phone again, determined to confront the situation with Tim. Your heart raced as you composed a message, wondering how Bucky would feel about you trying to save whatever you and Tim were. After typing and deleting a few drafts, you finally settled on a simple yet, sincere reply. 

Before you were able to press send, the bathroom door creaked open and there stood Bucky. Startled, you quickly pocketed your phone as his gaze fell upon your dress again. You noticed his jaw clench as he looked over your body. 

“Hey,” you greeted him quietly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the guilt running through you.

His gaze snapped back up to yours, his eyes flashing with anger, “Your little boyfriend almost got us all killed,” he accused, his voice was low and deep.

Your defensive instinct kicked in as you squared your shoulders, feeling a surge of frustration. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you retorted, a sharpness in your tone. “And it wasn’t his fault.” 

Bucky’s jaw clenched tighter, “I don’t care what you call him,” he spat. You could feel the tension filling the space between. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy. His eyes narrowed as he began to step closer to you. “Was that him you were just texting?” you could almost sense the venomous jealousy dripping from his words.

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, “What if it was?” you shot back, a hint of defiance laced in your voice as you refused to back down.

“You’re still mine,” he growled, his voice filled with entitlement as he closed the distance between you. His body looming over you a like dark cloud.

Despite the urge to pull him down, you stood your ground and stood straighter as you summoned a bit of courage. “I don’t belong to anyone,” you spat at him with a tone of determination.

His gaze moved down to your neck, his hand traced the area where his touch had previously lingered. His eyes darkened with desire as he admired the metal against your skin. “You’re reckless, Baby Girl,” he murmured, you sucked in a breath as he found his grip around it. “Always getting yourself into trouble, and it drives me crazy.” 

Frustration surged through you. “I can take care of myself,” your voice barely a whisper as you gasped for air between words. 

His grip on your throat tightened as he pulled you closer, his voice husky. “You’re playing with fire.” his breath was hot against your skin. “And, you know it.” His presence, his touch, ignited a familiar desire sending shivers down your spine. 

With a shaky breath, you found yourself being pulled closer to him. The blue in his eyes deepened as they locked onto yours. For a moment, it felt as if the world around you ceased to exist. 

“You’re always so damn stubborn,” he muttered with a hint of admiration in his tone. Your lips were inches away from each other, on the verge of meeting. 

But before they could touch, a knock at the bathroom door jolted you both back into reality. You pulled away from Bucky, a flush crept up your cheeks as you turned to look back in the mirror. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but we don’t have much time,” Sharon’s voice called from the other side, her tone was urgent. 

Looking at Bucky through the mirror, you noticed his jaw clench as he looked toward the door. With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly turned back to you, your eyes meeting in the mirror.

“We’ll finish this later,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise without dropping your gaze. You swallowed hard, and your heart began to race again as you offered him a small nod. 

Bucky turned to leave the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As the door closed behind him, you took another moment to compose yourself before changing into the new outfit Sharon had provided you. 

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Boss’ Office

Garp x female Reader

Warnings: INCEST PLAY!!!! (No blood relation!) Use of name Grandpa!

ONCE AGAIN INCEST PLAY!!!!

vaginal penetration, chokehold with reverse cowgirl to backshots, dirty talk/teasing, exhibition/voyeurism, age gap, pet names, office sex, boss/subordinate

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*Author's Note: Posted this on my old account but had it saved so decided to post it again 🩷🤤*

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Slushing wet noises and slapping skin filled the office space. Light layer of sweat on your skin as your muscles tightened and pussy fluttered.

“Yeah you like this old dick don’t chu sweet thing? No one your own age can handle a little minx like you. You need a man like me fucking this little cunt how it should be.” Garp grunted into your ear as he held you in a head lock. Sitting on his girthy cock had you shaking like crazy, thighs trembling on his lap.

Hand rubbing at your clit under your black tennis skirt, toes curling under your knee high socks and Oxford heels. Your nails clawing at his furry thighs to hold yourself steady. “Nngh! Ahh! Yess! I-I love it! Please grandpa! Please~! D-don’t stop!” Your begging was everything to your boss that pounded you down onto his thick cock.

Ridged veins rubbing against your sensitive walls making you twitch and spasm around him. “Grandpa~!” Your moans so loud it filled his office easily making his all male staff jealous and harder than you could imagine. Some running to the bathroom for a quick nut off or others saying fuck it and wacking at their desks. The man in his cubicle right across from Garp’s office was fisting his long veiny cock as he looked at the show.

“Fuck princess~ they love coming to work cause of you, you know that right?” Garp grunted against your ear making your eyes roll back. “They love seeing their dirty old boss fuck his pretty granddaughter.” Garp kept saying such taboo things that made your brain dizzy in the best way possible.

“Especially him. Look at how excited you made him, his cock is leaking so much for you princess.” Garp breathed out as he turned your attention to the young blonde man with curly brows. Pretty sure his name was Sanji but at the moment your brain was too fucked out to recall.

Sanji’s long cock was aching as he watched your pussy being split apart. Angry red tip oozing drops of cum making you whine as you watched it drip down the length of his cock. A loud moan leaving him as he watched Garp pick up your skirt so he could see the view of his cock entering you.

“Bet he wants to fuck you so bad.” Garp groaned as he rolled his hips up in time of pulling you down. Your screams high pitched as he knocked it out of you, cockhead beating your cervix up deliciously. “He probably wishes he could come in here and use one of these slutty holes you got.”

Garp’s own brain going dizzy from the lewd words he kept spilling but he couldn’t stop when he had you like this. Drooling on yourself with your tongue hanging out like a bitch, his bitch, in heat.

“I know for a fuckin’ fact that he does.” Garp snapped, “But that’s- Too. Damn. Bad!” Garp growled as he stood up, pushing your chest into the desk with a heavy hand.

“Scream whose pussy it is.” Garp snarled out, jealous but the desire to be watched always battling each other. “Let everyone know that this old man is the only one that can touch you. I wanna hear it.” You tried to nod but it was a pathetic attempt.

“Grandpa Garp ! Ahh nghhh ohhh yesss~ yes grandpa~ puhlease~ don’t ahh stop!” Voice hoarse from the pleasure of how deep his cock fucked your cunt. “So big! Fuck yes! Feels so fucking good! Ahh ha Nngh yesss right there Garp! No one can -ahhh fuck- no one can make me cum like you!”

Your squishy walls sucking him in with every thrust that he gave you. One of his large hands held both of yours behind your back, using it as leverage to pull you back. Other hand reaching around to hold your face to look at the onlookers.

Everyone knew when the ceo started making you answer questions that he was trying to make you cum. All the men looking over to see the expression. Men of all ages and types looking at you as they fisted their cocks in hunger. Garp loved seeing the want in their eyes and the power that he held in knowing he was fucking your cunt and not them.

“Yeah only I can make this pretty pussy cum huh baby girl” Garp kissing along the side of your neck making you whine. Moans slipping at the feel of his balls slapping into your aching clit.

“Garp fuck! Yesss~! Your cock is so big!” You screamed out loud with dreamy eyes, “Feel you so deep~”

A proud smile and a glare painted on his face that made the men shiver at their shameful release.

“Grandpa~ wanna cum~ pleasee~!” You pleaded as your pussy fluttered around his meaty cock that bruised your insides. Your juices spraying all over his cock pulling him in deeper. “Yess! Cumming~!” You moaned out.

Garp kissed the side of your face as he felt his cock twitch. Grunting as he fucked your cunny harder. “Good fucking girl.” Thrusting in your pussy to help you both ride out your orgasm.

Groaning as he sunk in deep before painting that cunt white. “Such a good pussy baby.” Garp grunted as he kissed your neck.

His eyes glared at the man watching from the door, “Beat it! GET BACK TO WORK!”

Turning to face you he kisses all over your drooly face making you giggle, “The only one that gets to slack off is the office princess who’s stuffed full of my cum.”

Making the man laugh as you hit his arm playfully, “GARP~!”

“Careful saying my name like that doll you’ll make me hard again.”

[urfavoritewriter]

Deep Down, Sky High

Content: M/M Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Digestion, Same-Size Vore.

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Jackson leaned against the cramped airplane bathroom counter, a sly smirk playing across his lips. The gentle hum of the plane engines was punctuated by the soft gurgling coming from his belly, which bulged noticeably under his fitted hoodie. The chiseled contours of his abdomen were only exaggerated by the unusual distention, every ridge and dip of his muscles more pronounced.

With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. In the dimly lit space, he adjusted himself to get the best angle. Lifting the hem of his hoodie, he revealed his distended abdomen. The shape was undeniable; there, just above his navel and slightly to the right, was a pronounced bulge, the unmistakable outline of a head pressing softly against the taut skin. You could almost see the despair etched in the features compressed against his toned stomach.

"Guess you should've remembered to lock the door, huh?" Jackson whispered, addressing the subtle movements from within, the almost imperceptible shifts of discomfort. He trailed a finger down from the tip of the head bulge, tracing its path along the curve of his belly, feeling the shivers it induced inside.

He aimed his camera at the mirror, ensuring that his face and the distinct bulge were both in view. The tight confines of the bathroom only accentuated the size of his stomach, making it appear even more prominent. A flash pierced the dimness as he snapped the picture.

His fingers rapidly moving on the screen's keyboard, typing a caption for his new snapshot, "Note to self: always lock the door at 30,000 feet." With a chuckle, Jackson admired his handiwork for a moment before saving the image, a little keepsake for himself, and then posting it to his close circle.

Taking one last glance at the mirror, he gave his belly a more forceful pat, feeling the muffled protest from within. "Hang tight," he teased, pressing down right where the head-shaped bulge was, eliciting a frantic series of squirms and movements. "We've still got a few hours left in this flight."

Jackson, taking a deep breath, nudged the bathroom door open. Stepping out into the dimly lit aisle.

As he began to make his way back to his seat, he could feel every jolt and tremor of the plane resonate through the heavily distended belly under his hoodie. Each step sent a light ripple across the protruding form, the undeniable shape of a person compressed within the confines of his muscled abdomen. It was like walking with an overinflated beach ball strapped to him.

The fabric of his hoodie strained, attempting to accommodate the bulk beneath it. The pronounced shape of a head, arms, and even the bend of knees were visible, making him feel slightly self-conscious. He could sense eyes on him, fellow passengers probably attributing his appearance to overeating or some medical condition. But Jackson was in too deep now; there was no turning back.

He reached his row, pausing for a moment. The challenge of sitting with such a significant addition to his physique suddenly dawned on him. He angled himself, attempting to slide past the passenger next to the aisle. The tightness of the space forced his belly to brush up against the stranger, causing another series of frantic movements within. Jackson whispered a quick apology for the disturbance, his face coloring slightly.

Once at his seat, Jackson faced his next challenge: how to sit. He turned, angling his hips and trying to slowly lower himself into the tight airplane seat. His belly's girth, however, made the process a game of adjustment. The armrest dug into his side, prompting a small grunt of discomfort. The buckling of the seatbelt was another ordeal, the strap barely reaching around the expansive midsection.

Finally settled, Jackson leaned back, allowing his hoodie to ride up just a tad, revealing the bottommost part of his belly. The dim overhead light cast a shadow, highlighting the clearly defined silhouette of the person inside him. He placed a hand atop the most prominent bulge, feeling the heat emanating from it, the soft, muffled pleas for release.

Breathing heavily from the exertion and feeling the compressive force from the tight airplane seat, Jackson let out a sigh.

He reclined in his seat, feeling the gentle throb and pulse of the human within his belly. He placed an earbud into one ear, leaving the other free to enjoy the symphony of muffled pleas and the subtle sounds of his digestive system at work. Picking up his phone, he began scrolling through a playlist to listen to on his XM4.

Leaning his head close to his prominent belly, he whispered softly, "Hey there, you comfy? Probably not the flight experience you were expecting, huh?" A muted squirm replied to him, making him grin. "You know, I was going to watch a movie, but I think feeling you break down might be the best in-flight entertainment I've ever had."

Jackson began flicking through the in-flight entertainment system. Choosing a thriller. As the film progressed, Jackson ordered a fizzy drink from the passing cart, sipping it slowly. Each gulp sent more liquid down, making his belly gurgle in response. "There you go," he chuckled. "A little mixer for the main course. Hope you like cola."

An hour or so into the flight, feeling a bit peckish, Jackson decided to order some in-flight snacks. Munching on peanuts, he said, "You must be getting lonely in there. Don't worry, you'll have some company soon." Finishing his snack and sipping on his drink, he felt a gentle burp rising. "Excuse me," he murmured with a smirk, thinking of the added pressure the trapped air would cause inside.

Throughout the flight, between reading a bit, occasionally nodding off, and enjoying his music, Jackson continuously returned to the sensation in his gut. Each little squirm, each desperate push against his abdominal walls, just added to his satisfaction.

Jackson, feeling the descent of the airplane, adjusted his seat. The jostling from the change in altitude made his belly quiver, and he could feel an especially desperate set of wriggles from within, almost as if the person inside had some hope of escape as the plane touched down.

Leaning in, Jackson smirked as he whispered, "You feeling that? We're touching down in Ibiza. Ever been? Well, I guess this isn't the way you imagined visiting, huh?" He chuckled softly, feeling more pronounced movements as the realization hit his unwilling passenger.

"Beautiful beaches, amazing nightlife, and my favorite, the sizzling sun," Jackson continued, his voice dripping with mischief. "You and I, we're gonna spend a lot of time on those beaches. Just think about it. While I'm basking in the sun, catching a tan, you'll be in here," he tapped his swollen midriff, "experiencing a whole different kind of heat. The summer sun outside and the burning acids inside. A real tropical getaway for you."

He felt another series of frantic pushes against his belly wall, and he tightened his abdominal muscles in response, constraining his prey even further. "Oh, by the way, Ibiza might be your destination, but this," he patted his gut, "is your final stop. The last destination of your journey. I hope you're prepared for the coming days."

Jackson grinned, relishing the idea of parading around with his swollen belly, feeling every jolt, every pang of the digestive process. "It's gonna be a long, brutal few days for you," he added with a dark chuckle. "And by the time I'm ready to head back, well...you'll have become a permanent part of my vacation memories."

[caelesjjk]

entangled | jjk&kth - teaser

⟶title: entangled

⟶au: marvel au

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle

⟶wc: 1.5k for this

⟶banner: by meee, and yes I’m insane and made a new one

⟶warnings: mentions of blood, kissing, a boob grab and an ass grab, but no actual smut for this, Jungkook calls you Data

⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.

You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?

Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.

What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

⟶ authors note: hello darklings. I know a lot of people have been waiting for this fic, and you’ll have wait just a bit more. But in the meantime, I offer this little teaser to hold you over. A little glimpse of spidey kook. First chapter will be posted in just a few weeks!

Also, if you asked to be on the taglist just now that I tried messing with it for a long ass time and got annoyed lol. I may try again for the actual fic.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You shove against his broad chest and feel his arm release your waist. He sighs, following you inside your apartment.

“I know you’re upset I missed the study session…” Jungkook starts to explain, but you twist back around to face him.

“If my friends hadn’t seen you around campus now and then, they would think I made you up, Jungkook. You never show. It makes me look pathetic.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for the next excuse.

“You aren’t pathetic, Data. I’m just…” Jungkook winces when he reaches for you, a hand moving down to his ribs in pain. “Sorry, it’s healing it’s just slow.”

“What’s healing? What happened to you?” You let the fight go for a moment, closing the space between the two of you and moving his hand out of the way.

Beneath his fingers is a large cut, bloody but half hidden by his suit. It looks angry and inflamed. What could’ve made a cut like this?

“It’s nothing. I’ll heal up in a couple hours.” He pulls your hand away, blood stained on the tips of your fingers.

“It won’t matter how quick you heal if it gets infected. Come in here.” Your hand wraps around his and you pull him into your small bathroom. You steady him against your bathroom vanity and move to grab your first aid kit from the cabinet above your toilet. “Take that off.” You gesture to his Spider-Man suit.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook teases, gingerly working his top half out of the suit. He hisses through his teeth as he peels the suit away from his ribs and lets it hang at his hips.

You are not the universe's strongest soldier.

Your eyes drift over all the dips and curves of muscle. A perfectly sculpted chest and abs you could literally eat off of are scrambling every sense you have in your head. You need to focus. Stay focused on the task at hand and not his ridiculously toned body.

“You okay, Data?” He asks, humor in his voice. That horrid nickname he had given you in your first year as lab partners is feeling more endearing these days. You clear your throat.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Just tending to Spider-Man’s wounds in my extremely tiny bathroom.” You try to laugh but it doesn’t sound genuine.

You take out some bandages and gauze and get to work cleaning him up. But even as you tape down the gauze, you can visibly see the wound getting smaller. Super powers were really something else.

“Data.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality.

“What?” You sigh.

“Please come here.” His hands reach for your hips and you give in, letting him pull you until you’re flush against him, suddenly nose to nose. “That’s better.”

“I’m angry with you.” You whisper, heart pumping a bit faster in the close proximity.

“I know that you are. I’m really sorry…I swear I wanted to be there.” You look down to see him slip his gloves off his hands and sit them on the countertop before they’re coming up to cup your face.

“Then what happened? You need to tell me.” Your hands wrap around his wrists.

“There’s something out there, Data. A…monster that we can’t figure out. He’s strong…and fast. Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” His thumbs brush the corners of your mouth.

“What does it want?”

“It keeps breaking into the Lab across the River. It’s looking for something. But no one at the lab is being very forthcoming with information.” His forehead presses to yours, “but Mr. Kim is working on that part.”

Seokjin Kim, also known as Ironman. He was a mentor and a good friend to Jungkook. He had helped Jungkook navigate the new world of being a superhero and also gave him a job to help him pay for school.

“Hasn’t Mr. Kim told you to call him Jin over and over?” You tease, hands coming up to rest against his chest. Jungkook laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

“He has. Guess it just slipped out.” His hands move down to palm your ass.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You raise an eyebrow in question of his actions.

“Just feels like I haven’t touched you in so long.” His warm mouth finds your throat and he presses kisses to the skin.

“Two days is a long time?”

“It is when it comes to you. Thinking about how much I want you gets so distracting.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck making you giggle.

“So what I did for you two days ago wasn’t enough?” You let your hands slither down from his chest and over the planes of his stomach.

“Never enough.” His nose skims over your jaw until you’re back face to face and his lips are devouring yours. “I’d like to pay you back.”

“How?” You moan when you’re cut off by his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Let me show you?” Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

Thinking he means to lead you to your bed, you start to pull him towards it but he seems to have other ideas, walking you back out onto the balcony. He releases your hand momentarily to slide his suit back up over his shoulders.

“What are you going to show me out here, Jungkook?” You start to feel suspicious.

“Do you trust me?” He jumps up onto your railing with ease, still holding your hand in his.

“Not if it involves you swinging me around off the side of buildings.” You start to pull your hand out of his, but his web shooter from the other wrist shoots a web at your torso, using his inhuman strength to pull you up onto the railing into his arms.

“I would never let you fall. Never. Just close your eyes for a few minutes. I promise it’ll be worth it, Data.” He touches your cheek gently, and even though you want to throw up every time he does this, you close your eyes and wrap your arms as tightly as possible around his neck and legs around his waist. “Ready?” He whispers in your ear, one strong arm wrapping around your back.

You don’t verbally answer, just nod once before burying your face into his neck.

And then the ground is no longer beneath your feet and the sickening feeling of free falling is very apparent. You try to breathe, squeezing yourself around Jungkook as you listen to the whooshing sound of his web shooters discharge and swing you between the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re doing amazing.” Jungkook kisses your cheek, “just another minute.”

You keep your eyes squeezed shut until the curiosity becomes too overwhelming, making you dare to open your eyes just the slightest bit. You see the sun completely setting on the horizon, orange and purple hues slowly disappearing beneath the river. As long as you don’t think about how high up you are, it really is beautiful up here.

Jungkook shoots a web straight up into the air, letting it connect to the side of one of the tallest buildings, slowly pulling the two of you up until he’s reached the highest ledge, tapping your thighs so you know it’s safe to put your feet down.

“Why are we up here, Jungkook? You know the heights..” he kisses you before you can finish the sentence.

“Can we try something?” He smiles, and it’s infuriating. You’re too weak for this spidey boy. You sigh with exasperation.

“I’m already very wary of saying yes.” You look away from the ledge towards the top of the building.

“Let me make you feel good…up here.” His cheeks heat a little when he asks.

“Is this some kind of weird adrenaline thing? Why would you want that?” Your voice cracks and you sputter, disbelief heavy in your tone.

“I think it’ll be intense…feel so good.” His lips move down and his teeth nip at your jaw.

“It’s insane…” you melt into his touch and the way his mouth sucks at your neck.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home. And I’ll get you naked in your bed instead.” He pulls your shirt over your head, fully knowing you’re about to give in.

“Bed sounds so good right now…”

“Please, Data…just try it.” He tosses your shirt to the side, cupping your breasts and kissing the tops of them.

“What do I have to do?” You feel too good to let the fear ruin the way he’s making you feel.

“Lie back on the ledge, with your arms above your head and your wrists crossed.”

You let him lead you down onto the ledge, every nerve in your body is hot and on the edge. Jungkook makes sure that you’re settled before he stands back up straight, looking down at you while you slowly move your arms above your head the way he asked.

“You’re perfect, Data.” Jungkook stares at you a moment longer before he aims his web shooter and traps your wrists together against the concrete ledge beneath you.

[koalaflower]

Ecstasy

pair. kamo choso x reader

genre. smut & fluff bc he’s so soft

warnings. explicit, bathroom sex, semi-exhibitionism, public sex, cunnilingus, slight manhandling, creampie, vaginal sex, service dom, CHOSO WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

synopsis. you’re a worn out sorceress looking for excitement in a crowded bar, and choso has never been more enchanted.

a/n. this is the first full smut i’ve ever written. i love this man sm i could go on for days writing about him <3

word count. 2.9k

A gush of wind caresses your exposed skin as you enter the club, a familiar feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins as music blares through the speakers adorning the walls. A ghost of a smile graces your face, the atmosphere as welcoming as ever. The sight of bodies on bodies reminds you that life stops for no one, no matter where you are.

You inhale the scent of intoxication and nicotine, making your way to the bar. Your hips sway elegantly, black dress accentuating your curves as you lift one leg over the other, sitting on a barstool. You notice the eyes surveying your body, but you disregard it, placing your order. The bartender gives you a flustered look, starting to twist and turn to make his concoction a perfect one.

You are bored. Completely and utterly bored with your life and the lack of socialization your job subjected you to. Being a sorceress is time-consuming, and it saved little to no space for personal endeavors since the number of cursed spirits rose. Today was your day off from such a mind-numbing reality, and you decided to reignite the spark of excitement you once held for life.

The bartender slid you your glass; the whiskey swirling and glimmering under the dim lights. You thanked him and lifted the glass to your lips, relishing in the burn left behind as it slid down your throat. It’s been too long, your eyes closed to savor the taste through the singe.

A man sits beside you, his posture hunched and lips curled into a nasty smile as he scans you with his eyes. His breath reeks of alcohol when he leans closer, hand snaking around your shoulder. You tilt your head back up at the disturbance, eyes taking him in before letting out a slow exhale.

“Not interested.” You grimace, disturbed by his ability to touch you so casually and his inability to even sit straight.

“Leave with me. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he slurs, calloused fingers brushing against your smooth skin.

You could’ve easily knocked him out, but this was the most amusement you’ve had in a while. A mere human talking to you like you were desperate enough to accept his invitation.

You laughed, fingers tipping his head up to regard him closer, eyes boring through his. “Maybe you misheard me the first time. I’m not interested,” you said, emphasizing each word and watching as his eyes widened with both fear and lust.

He retracts his arm and stands on wobbly legs, apologizing to you before walking away, as fast as his spiraling vision lets him. You returned to the drink in front of you, leisurely leaning against your palm as you took another long sip.

The bartender gives you a wary glance, perplexed at the drunken man’s reaction but remaining silent.

Again, you pay no mind, uninterested as your eyes scan the club. No one stood out to you in the vast sea of people dancing and stumbling around. You smiled a little at their carelessness, wondering if they knew about the existence of curses and if they’d carry on despite it all.

Your gaze hooks onto a slender silhouette in the corner, a tall man leaning against the wall and staring at nothing in particular. He was nursing a half-empty cup, looking as if he didn’t want to be here at all.

You leave behind your glass and squeeze past the crowd, interest piqued as you confidently stride toward him. You stand in front of him now, the chatter significantly dying down in this little corner of his. He glances at you temporarily, raising a brow.

“What do you want?” he asks, bored as he swirls his cup around, the ice clinking against the glass. He’s attractive, muscles flexing in his arm with each minuscule movement and a thick black mark running across his nose bridge. A curse? Or a human? You can’t decide.

“Entertainment,” you reply, leaning onto the wall beside him as the loud music pounded against your back, reverberating throughout your body.

He scoffs, gazing at you with more interest now. “And you think you’ll get that from me?” His voice is clear, Adam’s apple bobbing as he talks.

“Something about you is refreshing,” you admit, letting out a curt laugh at your honesty, a telltale effect of the liquor. “And I’m dying for a vacation.”

His face contorts into one of surprise, not expecting this interaction to be a friendly one. He nods, sympathetic as a silence ensues, giving you time to take him in. His hair is bunched up into two messy buns, the ends spiked. Deep eye bags are apparent, the skin surrounding his eyes tinted a darker pink. The combination worked, giving him an air of mystery.

It was beginning to unnerve you how quiet he is, how still and unmoving. You remind yourself many men would kill for a dance with you, so many others that could give you the relief you needed if not him. You were about to make your leave when he stopped you, fingers tight around your wrist. He downs his glass in one, craning his head up as he drinks to reveal the dark tattoos cascading down his muscular form.

He sets his cup down, giving you his full attention, and says, “It’s loud here. We should go somewhere else.”

You nod, heart racing as you allow him to pull you through the masses of bodies, your heels clinking on hardwood. This man could be a murderer, a wanted curse user even, but your blood was finally rushing, exhilaration thrumming through your fingers. This was the excitement you had been yearning for, chasing for what seemed like a millennium in your field of work.

He led you into the club’s restroom, which was empty and clean. The music is distant now, faintly pouring through the overhead speakers. He lets go of your wrist; the warmth seeping into your skin. He doesn’t make any further moves, plucking a cigarette from his pocket and igniting it, the fire illuminating his eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asks, placing the roll between his lips and dragging a slow inhale.

You gaze at yourself in the mirror, watching him through the reflection as you swipe at a phantom lipstick stain.

His eyes swept over you, wondering what you looked like beneath your dress, as stunning as you already were. He wanted to kiss along your skin, leave marks on your supple flesh, and have his name pour from your lips. This connection felt surreal, his heart yearning for your soul, a bold woman he met in a bar.

“Y/n,” you reply, your voice smooth as you situate yourself on the counter, facing him. From this angle, he could see the rim of your dress rise around your mid-thigh, revealing delicate skin. “You?”

“Choso,” he says, holding the cigarette between his fingers and moving closer to close the gap between your bodies. His eyes traversed your entire length as if it were his first time, landing on your soft lips.

You swallowed thickly, his arms caging you in on either side of your body. He wanted to memorize every part of you, thumb trailing along the contours of your face. The tension was thick, a game to see who would break first.

“I almost thought you weren’t interested,” you tease, a hand against his chest.

He shakes his head at you with a small smile, leaning close enough that your lips almost touch.

“I was watching you the entire night.” He extinguishes the butt of the cigarette against the polished sink before discarding it.

A shudder runs along your spine at his words, electricity shooting throughout your body and pooling between your legs. You let out a shaky breath as he captures your lips with his, pulling him in with your arms around his neck.

He tasted bitter with the remnants of smoke, an addictive tingling on your tongue.

“You made that man tremble in fear,” he says, smirking. “You’re a powerful woman, Y/n.” His praise makes your legs rub closer together, smashing his lips back onto yours with a hum of approval.

“Then consider yourself a lucky man.” Lust overrides your ability to think straight when he pulls back and tugs the bands of his hair free. Thick black tresses flow around his shoulders, giving him an air of majesty as you run your fingers through them in awe.

He slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his eyes half-lidded as he exposes your breasts, which appear plush and supple under his hungry gaze. He presses his mouth against your neck, delighting in your whimpers and pleas as he toys with your tits.

“Choso,” you call, testing his name on your tongue. He plants kisses on your jawline, eyes closed as he savors the way you tremble.

“Hm?” he hums, trailing lower and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling with his tongue. You arch your back, biting the back of your hand to stifle any lewd sounds that escape your mouth.

He shakes his head, detaching his lips from your nipple with a pop as he tugs your hand away from your mouth, massaging the teeth marks on your reddened skin.

“Don’t. Let me hear you.” He gazes up at you with a tender expression.

“But the door,” you whisper, paranoid.

He doesn’t answer. You’re positive he didn’t even hear you when he returns to your breast, pulling at the other to compensate.

The anxiety subsides when his fingers travel lower, caressing your curves beneath your sparkly dress and resting upon your thighs. You subconsciously spread your legs further apart, breathing heavily as he pulls away and kneels on the floor.

His teeth graze the inside of your thigh, placing sloppy kisses on your soft skin closer and closer to your heat. His finger teases the outside of your underwear, circling your clit before tugging the fabric away and down your legs. You watch with bated breath as he unbuttons his shirt, discarding it behind him and gripping both of your thighs tight, delving in.

Your head hits the wall when you arch your back, moans tumbling from your lips.

Choso eats you out like you’re fine dining, nose pressed against your clit and two fingers pumping in and out of you. The squelching sounds make you writhe in embarrassment, your body burning with desire.

You chant his name like a bitch in heat, feeling his smile against your pussy as he catches your clit between his teeth, your legs shaking. You push against his head, trying to escape the building pressure in your stomach when his mouth detaches from your core completely.

“Fuck! No, please,” you whine, clenching around nothing as you try to chase the euphoria.

He chuckles, and you open your eyes to see him unbuckling his belt.

“That wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” He wraps his hand around the length of his cock, stroking it. Your mouth salivates, watching as pre cum leaks from his long and thick shaft. You can feel yourself getting wetter, his saliva still dripping from your sopping pussy. You wanted him to fuck you rough and hard. To hell with it if the entire building hears.

“I need you inside of me,” you plead, cheeks flushed and mascara smeared beneath your eyes. You looked divine with your legs spread open and hickeys adorning your neck, a delightful twist to his night of solitude.

He grins devilishly, rubbing himself against your folds and watching as your slick enveloped him, almost sucking him in. Before he fucks you until you’re an incoherent mess, he takes his time to admire you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n, are you sure? I don’t have protection,” he says, stroking your cheek.

Your mind was too hazy to process his words, the whiskey warping them. You could tell his restraint was weakening, but he wanted to ensure your comfort above all else. You laugh when you realize his question, heart fluttering at the consideration.

“I’m on birth control.” You smile when he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” he says, hooking your leg onto his shoulder. “I would’ve just eaten you out until you came.”

Your mouth falls open when he thrusts his entire length into you, biting down onto his shoulder to stifle your scream. His hand rubs your back soothingly, holding you against him as he lets you adjust.

“Shh, it’s okay. Tell me when I can move,” he whispers into your ear, kissing away the tears. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but the penetration was so sudden, making you bite the inside of your cheek until a metallic taste ran along your tongue. You cling to him, waiting for the pain to subside.

You nod when it becomes bearable, clenching around him with fervor and need as you plead for him to continue. He starts to move in and out, slowly, then quickly, rubbing against every spot inside of you.

“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, thrusting harshly, your tits bouncing as he takes one into his mouth. The added stimulation makes you choke out a moan, your walls burning and sucking him in further.

“Choso! Choso, fuck! Harder!” you cry out as he hooks your other leg around his neck, laying you down on the cold counter and pounding into you harder. All the sensations were driving you crazy, and your body started to spasm.

“Not yet, baby.” His thumb rubs against your clit to add more tension. You couldn’t breathe, needing release as he pumped deeper inside.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, focused on your glazed-over eyes and blissed-out expression, saliva seeping from your mouth.

You grip his hair, his arm, the edge of the counter, any physical surface you could cling onto as your eyes roll back, vision becoming white at the corners.

Before you can finish, you hear footsteps approaching; the sound echoing through the bathroom. Your eyes snap open, legs tight around his torso as he carries you off the counter and into a stall, pressing his hand over your lips to suppress your moans. Your legs are trembling, his dick still inside you, pressing you up against the wall.

He kisses you to stop you from making any noise; the chatter growing distant as your bodies ease from the false alarm. He keeps you against the stall, pounding into you again with his hand beside your head.

You can feel your stomach tighten when his cock thrusts deeper in this new position, hitting your G-spot over and over. It’s outrageous how quickly he can make you orgasm, your mouth falling open as you near your limit.

“Cum for me,” he says, closing his eyes and succumbing to his own orgasm as you climax, screaming. He kisses you again, panting on your lips. You feel thick ropes of cum pump deep inside you, lifting your head slightly to see it seep out. You notice he’s doing the same, sweat dripping from the sides of his face.

“Shit. That was amazing.” You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling lightheaded from the orgasm. Choso nodded, pulling out as his dick begins to soften, hair sticking to his face. He smiled down at you fondly, fingers tracing the love bites he left on your skin. If you weren’t already spent, you’d beg him to fuck you again looking like that.

He helps you stand, chuckling at the mix of fluids dripping from your legs and the edge of the counter as he begins to clean the messes you left behind, much to your embarrassed protests. He spins you around, his fingers grazing your neck as he zips up your dress, his warm breath caressing your sensitive skin. Wordlessly, he showers your shoulder with affectionate kisses before dressing himself.

Your heels were the worst part, wobbling as you struggled to keep your aching body upright. He smiles and strings an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close into his chest with his other hand supporting your weight.

“Watch your step.” He holds you still when your ankle threatens to buckle.

You remain close to his side as he guides you through and out of the club, ignoring the smug glances from passing dancers. The air is frigid, your body clinging to the remnants of warm whiskey sliding down your throat and the night shared with Choso.

“So… is this it?” you ask, pulling away from him to talk, your shadows surrounded by empty cars and a bustling street. You start to shiver, surprised when a heavy weight settles on your shoulders, his coat draped around you. Your cheeks are dusted a lighter pink when you hug it tighter, your breath appearing as clouds of smoke in frosted air.

“I’m not the type to kiss someone and leave.”

Your lips curl at his response, electricity sparkling through your body again when he takes your hand into his, giving you his phone unlocked. You understand his gesture, entering your contact information and sliding the phone back into his fingers. “Don’t be a stranger.

Choso nods and you turn away, thoughts flooding through you with his coat still hanging around your body. You give him one last glance, noticing him still staring at you from a distance, eyes holding yours in an unspoken promise.

You laugh to yourself, his touches phantom on your skin as you unlock your car.

The taste of excitement lingered on your lips as you drove home, the road stretching past the starry horizon.

[dummie-writes]

the party walkers

self insert ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* school bus graveyard

words: 4.38k

previous part: a rescue mission

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iii. over a horizon, somewhere

the air in the hallway smells like dust and makes your skin crawl with chill. as your eyes dart to and from everywhere you can see, your breathing again is as silent as you can make it. you've had to practice breathing invisibly way too much for your liking. you're lucky this house is the same layout as your real life home, because even though everything has gone to shit, at least you were able to check which parts of the floor creak over here. did your parents give you an odd look for shifting your weight and stepping on and off seemingly random parts of the floor? maybe. but if a weird look was the price of survival, it was cheap and worth buying.

your foot was so light on that first step that you almost thought you hadn't actually put it down. no noise - good. actually, you hadn't seen or heard any of what everyone else had been referring to as phantoms in a good while. probably a night or two - mainly because you weren't looking to escape, you, we're just trying to survive at that point. you felt kind of stupid, not being able to buy proper medical supplies for your bathroom to take care of your injury - but you didn't have an independent credit card, and your parents could see all your purchases. they were kinda weird, they didn't like letting you access your money. it was obnoxious. and deadly, and this case.

but that was beside the point right now.

you had gotten to your bedroom door, which was torn entirely off of its hinges, splinters of poorly painted wooden fibers scattered thoughtlessly in the carpet. peeking inside revealed no monster, not from you could see, at least. to further muffle your footsteps, you had worn thick socks to bed. your shoes were in your backpack, and you wouldn't have time to put them on until you got to… wherever their base was? they never actually explained it. just said something about a bus. but, that's ashlyn banner for you.

(it's not, actually, she had wanted to go much more into depth on it, but you all had gotten so busy making a plan to not die that the specifics of the place got muddled.)

your backpack was neatly placed on you bed, where you had left it before “falling asleep”. you wasted no time in tip toeing to your closet and grabbing all the jackets you could find, throwing them on to save space before swinging your bag on both shoulders, tying the loose adjustable ends together to secure it, even if just slightly. grabbing all the blankets you could before you left, your next destination was the kitchen. your mom had stocked up on lunachbles the other day! this made things convenient for you, so you grabbed as many as you could, stuffing them in your pockets. glancing out the window for a second, the street is an eerie quiet. the sky, red, per… well, per what you assume would be usual. stranded vehicles in their driveway, the pavement unbothered by time.

a head appears in the window, upside-down as it swings like a pendulum on top of the roof.

“OH MY G- aiden! what the fuck!”

“haha got you.”

despite your shaking hands and the buzzing of surprise in your legs, you open your window, pushing out the screen and pulling the blonde in as quickly as you could manage.

“what are you doing here? you guys aren't supposed to be here for another ten or so?”

“I got sent ahead to make sure you weren't alone if something attacked you,” he says with a wide smile. as goofy as aiden can be at times, he has yet to not be on your side in this situation. his nose wrinkles in the slightest way when he grins like that. his odd smile freaks you out sometimes, honestly, but right now it brings you more comfort than anything else.

“oh. ashlyn let you go? like, alone? without ben?”

“no, lol, I sent me. I was getting bored.”

this earns him a dumbfounded blink, and then you sigh, pinching your nose as you open your mouth to criticize his poor decision.

“duck!”

some sort of primal instinct pushes you down, the hair on the back of your neck prickling as a collectable figurine goes flying through the air, and the hiss of pain behind you let's you know that something has found you.

“shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-” you're skittering to the window before your brain actually loads in to the situation, and it does when you're halfway through the window. aiden secures his stance, like he's about to fight this thing! that idiot!

you grab his arm, pulling him backward as hard as you can, hearing his shoulder pop and a small “ow :(“ as the two of you clamber through the opening. the imprint of the window frame leaves a red cent in your shoulder, and you hiss as you fall onto your back. aiden rolls his shoulder back without missing a beat, his lips now pulled back into the more energetic lines they usually are. he pops up, putting his palms flat on the glass and pulling down, closing it.

“fuck! are you okay?”

“yeah I'm good.”

well, that was that, then. you stand there for a moment, your hands on your knees as you pant, trying to relax the tension in your legs from a moment before. you didn't actually have much time, you guys needed to get out of there. your fingers weakly paw at the spilled items on the floor from your backpack, which tore when you guys fell out of your room. stuffing what you could back into it, someone grabs your arm and pulls you up before you even look at who it is. your other arm swings back, your gaze shaking as you hear a deeper voice, tyler's, specifically, gasp and pull back, rubbing his cheek.

“you guys need to not do that, oh my gosh.”

tyler sharply looks at you, eyebrows scrunched up in irritation, before his face gravitates to look at aiden in the same manner. “you are in such big trouble, that annie wanna-be is worried. and also pissed. really, really pissed.”

aiden mocks a shocked face.

“omg she's worried about me?? I knew she cared.”

tyler is unimpressed by this to say the least, grabbing your arm and yanking you up to your feet, holding your shoulder stiffly as he examines you, making sure your not injured. for the first time, you notice the softness in his eyes and cheeks, and while his hand is holding you still, it isn't too tight as to hurt you. he's being.. gentle. which you haven't actually ever noticed from him. you take the time to look him over too, for the same reason. regular scratches and bruises, but nothing to be all too concerned about. his hair looks so soft, does he use taylor's hair supplies? it's very well taken care of. a thought pops into your head.

“oh, yeah, by the way, I got a-”

“there they areee,” aiden cheers, his smile lacing his voice. turning your head, you see ashlyn, logan, taylor and a mildly panicked looking ben running to the three of you. the green eyed girl runs up to you, her eyebrows high as she scans you the same way tyler did. “you okay?”

you nod a confirmation, and she deflates with relief before turning to aiden. “could you not? you freaked everyone out! you're lucky a phantom didn't find you on the way here!” her hands are squishing up her hair as she gives the blonde a blank stare, and then cringes. she looks nauseous for a second, and then looks toward the house. her hands now covering her ears.

“... unless… a phantom.. did, find you on your way here?”

“haha, no, that would be silly. it was already in the house-”

the gray creature darts around the corner, and a chorus of screams and shoes pounding the dirt as you guys start running as fast as possible, ashlyn leading the charge. your chests are heaving, you feel your mouth drying up and salivating all at ones, and your head is pounding with your heart.

looking beside you is your newfound party, you find that everyone has weapons that you didn't really notice before now. you feel the taddest bit useless if you're being totally honest. making a few random turns and quick corners that nearly trip you up, and would have if ben didn't catch you and pull you along in time. at this point, you're holding his hand to keep up. somehow, you all ended up in the forest beside the neighborhood. this was probably the fastest way to get to ashlyn's house, and clearly, she knows it well enough to guide everyone through. meanwhile, the phantom is slowed down by the terrain.

as the trees thin out to the other side of the neighborhood, your legs are beginning to hurt. however, you do see a giant gray wall now, the one that the bus always picks ashlyn up by. this must be the graveyard everyone was talking about.

“time?!”

“eight minutes!”

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

ashlyn skids to a stop inside of the wall, the phantom gaining on us by the second. tyler squeals slightly, before yelling to close the gate, his voice slurring with how quickly he spoke. with a loud thudding of everyone making it in, she slams her hand on the button as hard as humanly possible. the phantom does it's best to squeeze through the wall opening, but it shuts too quickly for it to come in. it starts hitting the wall, the structure echoing loud banging. ashlyn tenses, clenching her jaw as everyone stands in a outward facing circle, adrenaline still pumping through your arms.

“alright,” ashlyn says, dropping her hand a little and huffing. “let's head to the bus.”

“bus?” you ask, wrinkling your nose in confusion, looking around. there were… a lot of busses, actually. you thought this place was a graveyard?”

“oh, it's uh-”

“HAha. no one explained that. oops!” aiden cuts taylor off, giggling, in his own little world before turning to bother ashlyn. taylor side smiles at aiden, before turning back to you and continuing. “school bus graveyard. ash's family owns it,” she explains. there was probably more going on, but for the two of you, exhausted and filthy, it works well enough. a thumbs up from you later, taylor throws her arm around you. oh! friendship! that was fast. smiling at her, you return affection, throwing your arm around her shoulders too. she stinks, but you do too, so you have no moral high ground. what would you even say? ‘ugh, you just ran a mile here to there and back to save my life, disgusting. go shower’?????? no, that would be rude.

a yelp of surprise leaves you as aiden joins you guys, throwing his arm around taylor's other shoulder.

“you stink.”

“you do too.”

“I also stink. triplets!”

your trio laughs as you make your way to the empty school bus deemed hideout. a collective groan leaves everyone, sitting in seemingly designated spots. you shuffle awkwardly, looking around for a seat, before taking a seat behind tyler, beside logan, who smiles and waves at you before letting his head roll back onto the seat. tyler flops into his own seat, and you can hear his back pop as he groans and rubs his eyes.

“that sucked.”

“yeah, I agree.”

tyler tilts his head to look at you slightly, and you realize maybe he isn't actually perpetually angry, maybe he just has a resting bitch face. and also lacks sleep and proper communication skills. the way he again looks you over to make sure you're okay tells you he at least wouldn't leave you to the wolves in an instant.

ash leans over, and you frown as you hear her pop her foot. fair enough, but also ew.

“ah,” she starts, her head gently leaning on the seat in front of her. “the banging stopped.”

you didn't hear it after you guys had walked away, but also, ben told you about her having better hearing than the rest of you all. so that, of all things, wasn't too wild.

“it probably gave up, or-” tyler sighs, his eyes opening to look over to the freckle-faced girl. “- someth…” he's interrupted by ashlyn shooting to sit straight up. a second passes, and it looks like maybe she's just listening more intently than before, and then a shiver rolls up her spine and her shoulders tense. her eyes scan sideways, a nauseous feeling crawling up her ribs and into her throat. bus seat, window, bus seat, window.

fingers over the door frame, a dark skeletal looking head peering over.

your heart drops into your stomach, simultaneously jumping into the veins of your neck. everyone stands, almost synchronously backs up to cover each other. you find yourself in almost the very back, behind ben and logan. you glance at the twins, tyler slightly shielding taylor with his arm even though he's trembling.

the air stands perfectly still, nobody's lungs dare to move. it's like you're encased in stone. your shoulder blade throbs, and you wish you were some superhuman like the rest of them seemed to be. none of them were even seriously injured or anything, that could probably mostly be attributed to having five other people watching other people's backs at all times, and the medical supplies in the corner, but still.

no, you're no superhuman, but ash seems to be. she's the first to start trying to figure out what you guys can do. forcing her gritted teeth open, she hisses a question to you. “can we open the back door?”

“it's blocked!” you whisper, and your chest begins to hurt from how tight you're making your muscles. glancing to Logan, who's started crying in panic doesn't help much either. the own tears pricking at your eyes want to pull themselves down your cheeks, and your vision is fuzzy because of them. you decidedly rub them out of your face before they can be any worse.

“what do we do??” logan asks, his voice catching for a second, his fingers shaking and pulled up to his chest.

aiden replies nonchalantly, shrugging slightly and earning a loud thwack to the back of his head from tyler and an “aiden!” from taylor.

the floor creaked and the phantom makes a lunge for the party. you drop down, arms crossing to cover your face as your back meets the wall behind you, and a scream rips through the group.

beep, beep, beep.

your body lunges backward into your mattress, and you practically punch yourself in the jaw to cover yourself again. your forearms hurt and your legs feel sore. it takes a moment for you to really believe that you aren't in the bus anymore, your stomach heaving in your breathing. slowly, your arms start to come lay on your chest. slowly, your shoulders start to stop shaking so hard, and slowly, your breathing becomes deeper. you can feel trickles of tears, but you let them fall this time. you don't really have the energy at this point to scratch them away.

soreness tingles all along your body, your throat feels raw, and you don't really know why. you didn't scream all that much, did you? your phone pings, and you let the air rest for a second before even thinking of picking it up.

logan

everyone okay??

ashlyn

👍

aiden

lol that was close.

taylor

physically yes

tyler

mentally no.

you put your phone down, resting your head and grunting at the crack it gives.

you

yeah, aiden,

please don't die

aiden

lame.okay

ben

i think you gave

everyone a mini heart

attack when you said

that

aiden

everyone was

already having a heart

attack lmao.

you're looking for a gif or meme or random picture from your camera roll to respond with, when ben starts asking the important questions. no, actually, you hadn't done the homework. you had messed around with it for about an hour before bed, you were too nervous for finishing it and only answered a couple of the questions asked.

you “👎” the question before scrolling on a random app of your choosing, your eyes begging for sleep but your brain screaming to stay awake. the small twinkles of adrenaline from earlier aren't really in your system anymore, but you feel like they're crawling up in your arms. up your calves and up your neck. you keeping seeing things in the corner of your room, your mind making up eyes in the darkness. you don't want to keep your light on all night and run up the electrical bill, but it would certainly help if the places where the light from your phone doesn't reach quite as well would stop shifting. you feel.. watched. you're not, obviously, you know that. you know it's the part of your brain trying to keep you alive, but you're pretty sure sleeping is also part of staying alive.

you eventually turn onto your stomach, your palm pulling back the skin of your face and rubbing your eye. the small clock in the corner of your screen reads four something in the morning. after you stopped replying, the conversation eventually died out in the group chat, and even though you could see someone else was online, you didn't really want to bother any of them. luckily for you, you didn't have to.

taylor

hey, i forgot to check

up on you! u doin ok?

your eyebrow raises before you even process the message fully. why is she awake? of all people, you kinda got the feeling that she took care of herself more than the others in this scenario. then again, people who take care of others tend to neglect their own needs. maybe she didn't want to text anyone else, and texting you gave her an excuse to be awake?

you

im okay, you?

taylor

well, yk, as good as

we can be atp lol

hmm. you send her a random video because you have nothing else to talk about. she sends one back, and you spend the next hour sending them back and forth until you inevitably pass out. it's funny how much more comfortable you are when you aren't entirely lonely. that goes for both the phantom world and this one. it pulls you out, in a way. the way you have to flip-flop between normal life, and the terror that awaits you for seven minutes each night. the fact that the times don't line up still bothers you. it messes with your head, and your perception of time. how much passes and how quickly. you're not alone anymore, sure, but that doesn't lessen the effect of the situation any less.

except, maybe it does. maybe your body relaxing isn't just the natural melatonin, but the ever soft taste of safety. the satin touch of a cool breeze from your window before your mind drifts to a sea of unconscious landscape.

your alarm goes of an hour and a half later. lucky you, you no longer ever miss your alarm, and instead shoot up the second it goes off! yeah, the blood rush to your head and immediately grabbing the baseball bat you have near your bed before realizing what's going on isn't the best feeling in the world, but you're not late to school anymore, so that's a plus.

you don't really look at yourself in the mirror anymore, not while you brush your teeth and hair, not after you shower. a part of you cringes at the thought, even as you glance yourself over to make sure you're reasonably well prepared to head out. the eye bags you've developed don't compliment you as well as you would've hoped, and they contrast brightly against your skin going pale. there's a tired to your eyes that you can't seem to rub away, even as you fill your thermos with coffee before you jump on the bus. didn't help that you were honestly a little paranoid that you would see a monster in the mirror if you looked too long.

you sit down in the seat beside where ashlyn's seat is, sighing as you place your bag by your feet to make room for anyone else. your chin is in the palm of your hand, and you don't feel tired in the slightest. you will in about half an hour, when the fear factor that is waking up fades off, when you fingers stop tingling, and when your jaw stops clenching so hard. you take the moment to try and release some tension as ashlyn gets on the bus. she nods at you, looking you over before sitting down in the other seat. it's a habit you've noticed she picked up with the others, even though at the time you didn't know why. she would stand there for just an extra second, like she was checking them for stains. now, she did it for you, too.

this bus ride feels like it's taking forever, seriously. maybe everyone is just groggy this morning. isn't it odd, that you too would be groggy like the rest of them? normally, you'd be sitting with your friends, maybe even texting lunarmoon, your online friend. normally, you'd be up until early hours of the morning playing games, reading, doom scrolling, not because eyes would make themselves up to stalk you. laughing was now dry, hyperventilating now a more common pass time than giggling and memes, the dull pull of sleep more enticing, yet an aversion like never before overtakes that desire. the tips of your fingers are playing with the bracelets loosely dangling from your wrist. it's a blue one with a dice charm, one you got when you turned seven from an acquaintance at your party. it was the only thing your newly seven year old self didn't end up losing or destroying. now the question would be, would it remain?

a jab to your shoulder makes you jump, and you flash around to squint at a softly grinning aiden.

“hey, don't know if you heard me, do you need the homework?” he asked, twirling the pieces of paper in his fingers, and then they promptly fell apart and into your seat. you sat there and stared at them for a second, before laughing through your nose and picking them up. “yeah, I'll take them, if you don't mind.”

aiden gives you a thumbs up, ben beside him has his earbuds in and is looking out the window like you were doing a bit ago. he looks tired, but that's not new. everyone looks tired; but you've gotta admit, it's probably exhausting to keep an eye on aiden at all times. sometimes, only just sometimes, he makes you think of a class pet that has a habit of jumping off counters. you all look after each other, but ben has a tendency to be the older brother aiden seemingly needs. you're own older brother was off at college, but the two of you had never really been close. you can say the same for your younger sibling too. they never really interacted with you outside of the occasional conversation. it was honestly…really quiet at your house.

you pulled out your own earphones, opening your music app and sending ben a music party link, adding a couple songs to it yourself before turning to look at him. you can see the moment he hears the notification, even if you don't, and then checks his phone, tilts his head and looks up at you. you smile at him, wiggling your fingers in greeting, and he does an awkward little wave back, before pressing the link and joining, adding his own music.

regardless of whether or not your music tastes align, you enjoy hearing each other's pallet. it's refreshing to not pick all your own music, especially when the other person also has an excellent music taste. and the bus ride is all to short for you to really complain, anyway.

you're in class before you realize it, unlike your other… is friends the right word? coworkers at this point? peers? survival partners? you could probably consider yourself friends with taylor, at this point. everyone else was more an acquaintance. that being said, they did all risk their lives to save your own from living in the bathroom for the rest of eternity. that feels a little closer than acquaintances. maybe the right term is party members. like a dungeons and dragons party. yeah. you like that.

anyway, you're a lot more energized, and everyone else falls asleep within ten minutes of class starting. it takes you fifteen. now that everyone else is present, it's easier to feel slightly safer. even after the bell nearly has you tripping over yourself to wake up, and you could've sworn you felt breathing on your shoulder.

you can see everyone talking in the corner of your eye, but you walk over to ashlyn, who's packing up her seat. she makes eye contact with you, again, looking over you before she continues. she acknowledges you with a hum, and you stand there waiting for her to be done before speaking.

“hey, um, I just wanted to say thank you. again. for coming and getting me. i get the feeling you're kinda group leader, well, okay, everyone at least looks up to you like that. and I know it was dangerous to come get me, and you didn't have to, but I really appreciate it. i won't be a pain, I promise I'll figure out something I can do to help so that it wasn't all for n-”

“ash! oh, hey, you too!” aiden interrupts you in the middle of your rambling gratitude and sort of apology? you don't remember, you kinda lost your point when ashlyn started to go slightly wide eyed at the confrontation. he's standing with everyone else, and holding his backpack over his shoulder with that evergreen grin of his. “we're all eating lunch together. y'know… to talk about stuff. you coming?”

[hungriestheidi]

jendo - virginity!

(uh, this happened)

Lando grew up on Jenson’s house parties. He was his father’s coworker, then a friend and finally, Lando’s uncle. Not by blood but by that association children make of the friends their parents bring home and the pervasive need for the adults to say ‘this is your uncle/aunt’ to make sense of confusing links. As if that doesn't make it worse later on.

Now, finally old enough to walk into a pub without feeling like he’d be hunted for sport if people found he was a wee lad under 18, he’s been set loose in Jenson’s birthday party. His parents are off for the weekend and he is sitting in one of the stools at Jenson’s breakfast bar, drinking aperol spritz and talking to one of the few people here who are under 30. Her name is Jenny and she is a bartender. She met Jense when she had to kick him out of the bar at 3am and he apologized the next day with chocolate and backseat sex. 

Hearing about Uncle Jense’s sex life through snippets spilled from other people’s mouths comes to feel like trying to make a complete picture out of the scraps left after making a collage. It makes Lando’s head swim. A backseat shot, a bathroom blowjob, a threesome in Berlin, ‘did you know he slept with a guy working in Vogue?’ ‘He fucked that finnish guy, didn’t he?’ ‘No, but he tried!’

“Here’s my favourite lad!”

He comes unannounced, his hand heavy on Lando’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise and Lando whines and squirms. And Jenson laughs. His smile appears first and the rest of his face materializes a second later in his eyes. He’s magnetic, vibrant, with a silk blue shirt and a white blazer, matching pants, a thin silver chain hanging from his neck, blonde hair went salt and pepper last summer, he’s ditched dying his hair in exchange for tanning beds. A chemical for a chemical and a daiquiri malibu with ice to clink against Lando’s half full glass of aperol. 

“Cha-ching, are you having a good time?”

“We were talking about you,” Jenny says, Lando had forgotten she was there. 

Jenson quips an eyebrow, looking at Lando. “Bad things only I hope.” And he winks. 

“The worst” She winks, downs her Cuba Libre in one go and says she doesn’t remember how they became friends after hooking up and Jenson replies ‘I’m charming like that’.

Jenny leaves, Jenson stays, picking a stool and throwing Lando a look that tells him there is a certain humiliation to come in whatever Jenson will ask. 

“Wanna know who was my first?” Lando nods and Jenson’s smile turns wicked. “Miss Wingham, from Peckham, my sister’s French tutor. She had tits that made you dream…”

Lando laughs, desperate to cover the awkward lump growing inside his throat, something sandy and irritating lodged just under the epiglottis. 

Jenson puts a hand on his back, patting the space between his shoulder blades. Lando can feel his warmth even through his shirt.

“Who was yours?”

He looks away, down, up, at what remains of his drink and then at the tips of his shoes dangling just an inch away from the floor. Shrugging, he finally dares to look back at Jenson, his lips pulling back to reveal a toothy grin that means nothing. And Jenson just stares. 

“Really?” His hand, high on Lando’s back, falls slightly. It’s a subtle drop, maybe he’s disappointed his little disciple learnt nothing of the art of seducing and conquering. “Saving it for someone special?” Lando chuckles and shakes his head. His throat has gone dry and chasing the remains of orange at the bottom of his glass is not making him feel better. 

Jenson’s hand reaches the small of his back, Lando’s shirt rides up when he moves and he can feel Jenson’s palm on his skin. 

“Did you bring a birthday gift, Landito?”