#THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I SCREAMED INTO MY PILLOW IS EMBARRASSING

[hanjist]

sister’s best friend.

content - brother!hyunjin. sister!yeji. fem best friend!reader. pure filthy smut.

warnings - threesome. wxw action. dom!hyunjin. dom!yeji. sub!reader. yeji makes fun of reader and embarrasses her in the first half. pervert!hyunjin. degrading. voyeurism. cumplay kinda. humiliation. spit play. ‘pretty girl’ ‘baby’ ‘cum dumpster’ used. multiple orgasms.

word count - 1983.

a/n - sorry i couldn’t help myself. idfw actual familial incest, so hyun n yeji are step siblings but hyunjin n yeji don’t interact with each other, just you coz you’re the main star obvi. ok so seems like when i write about yeji all of a sudden i get good at writing. not proof read.

“you two should make out.”

hyunjin blurts as he peeks behind the wall of yeji’s bedroom. he quickly hides away as yeji throws one of her stuffed animals at him.

“go away, you perv!”

you giggle away your embarrassment, trying to distract yeji from the fact you’re turning red.

“sorry y/n, my stupid and annoying step-brother. always getting in my business!”

as hyunjin gives another peek into yeji’s room, she spots him and flips him off. he rolls his eyes before walking away into his own room, slamming the door.

“just forget he said that. he’s just being a creep, per usual.”

you take several glances at hyunjin’s door across the hall from your spot on the bed as yeji speaks. she notices your eyes trailing from her to his door. how you’re starting to bite on your lip, to the point it might even bleed.

“y/n! don’t fucking tell me you’re into the idea!”

“w-what?! no! never! wha- how could you ever say that about me?!”

you cross your arms at her, cheeks turning an obvious shade of red. yeji laughs at you, her body slamming on to the pillows behind her.

“you are sick! are you into that shit? being a fucking pervert?”

yeji can’t stop laughing at you. it’s gone to a point where she’s become pale out of the amount of times she’s gasping for air from her laughter.

you turn your head from her, then your body as you sulk.

“stop making fun of me!”

“im sorry, im sorry! i’ll stop laughing…”

she wipes her tears as she takes a final sigh. her body relaxes between the pillows.

“oh man, you’re so disgusting.”

“enough!”

“okay, i’m sorry!”

there’s a silence between you two before you decide to speak up again.

“…it’s not a bad idea though.”

yeji covers her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from even the slightest giggle. then she bites her tongue before she speaks.

“it isn’t.”

she takes another breath.

“we should make hyunjin watch too. get his perverted ass to enjoy the show.”

“woah- what?!”

yeji gives a devious smirk at you as she gets up to lean against her hallway door.

“hyunjin! can you check on something for us?”

he opens his door immediately to the request.

“sure, what’s up?”

had he not heard what you guys were talking about before? there’s no way he didn’t hear, yeji was practically screaming everything out loud. was he playing dumb?

he leans against the door frame. yeji sits herself back onto her bed, right next to you. the space being limited between you.

“how’s my form?”

she grabs at your chin to turn your head away from hyunjin and face her. she pulls you closer to her face. the proximity of your lips, almost touching. your eyes quickly glance at hyunjin from the side, you see him licking his own lips. then it hits you.

you feel yeji’s lips on yours. her gloss smothering all over the bottom of your lip. her tongue darting into your mouth. the pressure of her fingers against your chin. you close your eyes at the feeling. the way yeji’s doing all of the work for you makes you feel relaxed, practically submitting to her.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

you can hear hyunjin from the side, groaning as he watches the both of you. you slide your hands on yeji’s waist, pulling her body closer to yours. she ends up crawling on your lap, eliminating the distance between you both.

yeji darts her tongue further into your mouth, making you moan. hyunjin’s own moan follows after he watches that certain action. yeji’s mouth detaches from yours, a line of saliva connecting the both of you. she gives hyunjin a look from the side.

“so? how was it?”

“fucking shit, ten outta ten. let me in on this.”

he approaches you, shoving yeji to the side. hyunjin wastes no time and quickly connects his lips onto yours. his plump lips fitting perfectly on yours, the wetness of the mix of all three of your salivas creating squelching noises as his mouth devours you. he softly bites on your bottom lip, leaving you into a whining mess. his fingers trail from your cheeks, to your jaw, down your neck, and finally toys at the straps of your flimsy tank top. he loops the straps on his fingers and pulls your top up, taking it off of you in one swift motion. your lips disconnect for a brief moment, then he’s back onto you like a magnet.

everything is happening so fast, it’s becoming blurry to you.

it was like the next time you opened your eyes, you were on all fours.

because you were.

your back arches as you’re hit with reality, more like pleased into reality. yeji grazes a bright pink dildo against your folds, while hyunjin lays back against the headboard of yeji’s bed, using his thumb to caress your lip as he takes his cock out of his pants with his freehand. his tip brushes your bottom lip before he uses his hand to pull your chin down, leaving your mouth wide open to take in at least the rest of his tip.

“can you take more baby?”

you nod as you wrap your mouth around him. he moves the few strands of hair in front of your face behind your ear, then slowly pushing down on your head against his shaft. you let out a gasp as yeji syncs up the dildo with hyunjin’s movements, pushing it in your cunt as your mouth goes down on his dick.

“hyunjin, the toy slides so easily in her. fuck…”

yeji licks her lips at the site of your cunt engulfing the toy whole. a particularly loud moan comes out of your mouth and vibrates against hyunjin’s dick. it sends him into a shock, moaning at the feeling.

it doesnt take long before hyunjin cums. as he releases inside your mouth, he pulls it out with a certain pop sound as your lips detach from his tip. as you swallow his load, his last bits of his cum finish by spurting onto your cheeks and chin. just like paint on a canvas. hyunjin grabs your cheeks harshly, pulling your head to turn and look back at yeji, who admires the splotches of hyunjin’s seed on your face. the distance between you shrinks as she’s now face to face with you. she sticks her tongue out, then presses it against your cheek, licking a long stripe to collect hyunjin’s seed in her mouth. then she attaches her lips back onto yours, a mixture of saliva and semen entering your mouth.

“don’t you think we taste so good, y/n?”

you eagerly nod, gulping down the mix of the siblings bodily secretions.

“wow, you’re disgusting.”

yeji tsks at you. the tone in her voice making you feel flustered, but also so turned on.

“who do you want more? me or hyunjin?”

you’re brain goes blank. you try to speak but no words come out of your mouth.

“the poor baby can’t speak, hm? that’s enough of an answer for us. looks like you’ll get us both, is that what you want?”

“y-yes! b-both! please!”

you whine at the both of them, your head turning to look at one then the other.

“shit… okay baby. lay on your back for us.”

hyunjin’s voice mellow but demanding. you react immediately, getting on your back against yeji’s bed. you watch as hyunjin pulls the restraining material of his pants all the way down to his ankles, while yeji unbuttons her skirt and pulls her panties down only to toss it elsewhere in her room.

the two quickly get into their positions on your body, yeji hovering above your face and hyunjin lined up at your core. the heat of their bodies at your most sacred parts only makes you want them more. hyunjin slowly sinks into your cunt, the tip only making it in before you whine in pleasure. then being cut by yeji slamming down onto your face, mouth directly at her own sopping core and clit to your nose. hyunjin keeps pushing himself in further, while the moans he gets out of you travel to yeji, making her whine at the feeling of your mouths vibrations. her fingers latch onto her headboard, grip tightening for maintaining her balance as she starts to ride your face. on the other hand, hyunjin bottoms out in your cunt, balls deep. the clench your cunt makes around his cock is already enough of a sign that he should start moving. the rhythm of hyunjin’s thrusts in your pussy make you rock up and down, your mouth messily sucking on yeji’s cunt. every time hyunjin thrusts, your nose keeps bumping harder onto yeji’s clit, the pressure building up.

the sensations building up in your stomach felt like it was too much to handle. your toes start to curl. hyunjin notices, making him plow harder into your core. it’s like you’re suffering when the rough speed intensifies. you moan endlessly into yeji’s cunt, making her squirt all over your face. you end up creaming around hyunjin’s dick after yeji’s release.

“creaming all over my cock, hm? take my seed, like a cum dumpster.”

hyunjin gives one last thrust before you feel his warm seed filling you up. as he pulls out, he watches the mixture of your cum drip down your folds.

“shit… look at her mess.”

hyunjin whimpers at the sight of his doings. yeji trembles as she gets off your face. she crawls over to hyunjin’s spot.

“move!”

she pushes him away from his spot on her bed, taking his place. she slowly straddles you, her legs in between yours. you already know what she’s about it to do.

yeji starts rubbing her wet pussy all over your creamed cunt. you follow her rhythm, rolling your hips against her. the mixtures of all three of your essences mix between your bodies. as your clit rubs against hers, you feel another coil in your stomach. it doesn’t take you long to release again, more cum dripping out of your cunt. it doesn’t stop yeji though, rubbing her folds against yours, spreading your cum all over your cunt.

“you love being messy, hm pretty girl?”

you nod your head aggressively, in a way that could mess up your brain more than it already is.

hyunjin watches, a death grip around his own cock, thrusting into his hand as he watches you grind against his dirty step-sister.

“get off, it’s my turn again.”

hyunjin gives yeji her payback, pushing her away from your cunt just as he sees she’s about to release all over you.

“hey! i was so close!”

hyunjin rolls his eyes at yeji’s remark. he grabs you by your ankles, dragging your body to turn towards the end of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. he falls onto his knees, right in front of your cunt. he starts kissing your inner thighs softly. it felt so calming. almost too peaceful.

he’s brisk to reach back onto your messy pussy, leaving light kisses on it. everywhere from your folds, to your hole, and your clit. reserving the most aggressive kisses to your clit, sucking the soul out of it.

he prods his tongue inside your hole, collecting the essence and cream dripping onto the sheets.

yeji on your side has began to suck on your tits. her tongue swirling all over your areola, sucking on your nipples, and leaving dark hickeys all over your chest.

it doesn’t take long for the both of their lips on your body to make you release for the nth time.

you feel weak.

messy.

dirty.

still aroused.

yeji leaves a peck on your lips before she gets up from her bed.

“let’s do this again next time you come over.”

[wxndine]

JUST READ VFV CHAPTER 5 AND IM GOING NUTS INSANE COMPLETELY OUTTA MYSELF THAT 102 ALEXADRES DIAMOND SCENE HAD ME ON CHOKEHOLD THE WAY IT WAS WRITTEN THE DIALOGUES THE WANTING AND THE GIVING IN OMGGGGGG I FELT SO MUCH I WANNA DIE

sorry to say but ive been compelled to romance him fr no kidding

[a-sentimental-man]

ao3 user surverycorpsjean i will build an altar for ur fanfics

[rueclfer]

Fake Dating Pt 2 // Bakugou

a/n thank you for loving the first part so much! i hope you love this fluffy, wholesome moment as well :'-)

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You wake up with a sour taste in your mouth. The headache wasn't so splitting thanks to the amount of water you had been forced to chug the night before, but beyond that, every other memory of last night seemed hazy.

I'm home... It's 9am...I'm in my bed, and I'm safe.

You release a sigh of relief and rub your eyes of the morning grogginess. You scroll through your phone, trying to replay the contents of last night, until you get to the bottom of your conversation with Katsuki. You suddenly remember why you started drinking so much in such a short amount of time in the first place.

You kissed him. You kissed him and you ran away because you couldn't deal with your feelings, and now you're here having to pray the memory away. Maybe you could play it off as a part of the bit? Surely, he would understand the drastic measures you needed to take to ensure that no one else from the other classes around would bother him anymore.

You smother a pillow into your face and scream in frustration as well as cringing at yourself, all while trying to remember the way his lips felt against yours in the back or your head.

"FUCK!" You exclaim loudly, throwing the pillow across the room.

Immediately, your bedroom door swings open, causing you to scream at the sudden intrusion.

"Jesus fucking christ, Y/N. What happened?!" Katsuki comes in, holding the metal bar from your towel holder, with only his boxers on.

You were going to throw up. Yup. You were 100% going to throw up and then throw yourself out the window.

You immediately cover your eyes with your hands.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" You scream back.

He had probably only been around to your apartment a few times with the others, but he clearly made himself comfortable.

"How the fuck do you think you got home last night?" He sighs, lowering his guard and makeshift weapon. "I was scared you were going to throw up in your sleep or something so I crashed on the couch... and used your shower."

You two stare at each other for a moment. You noticed his hair was still wet with droplets of water falling off onto his shoulders and chest. You tried not to stare and to maintain eye contact, but he was quite literally shirtless... and in his boxers...in your room... alone.

Realization finally hits you.

"Did you change me out of my clothes?" You slowly say, looking down at your pajama shirt and shorts that had replaced last night's outfit.

He pressed his lips together. "Yeah, but the lights were off."

You face flares with heat.

"Katsuki." You groan in your hands with embarrassment. "What the fuck?"

"What do you mean, what the fuck? Isn't that the polite thing to do? I didn't even look and I took your makeup off too, you're fucking welcome." He rolls his eyes.

"In return, I'm stealing your All Might band tee."

"Fine, dumbass. Top drawer on the far right." You huff.

"I know." He digs through the drawer, pulls out the tee and slides it over his head before making his way to your bed.

"Aht aht! What are you doing?" You say, threatening to throw another pillow at him.

"Didn't you want to talk about last night?" He smirks knowingly. "A refresher perhaps?"

You groan and rub your temples. "You're so annoying." You mutter. "Okay, the kiss. Let's talk about the kiss because if I have to talk- or even think about it anymore after this, I might just explode."

"Mmm okay. The kiss." He begins, flopping down on your bed and propping himself up with his elbow. "And before we continue, do you happen to remember everything else that happened after you scurried off in embarrassment?"

You froze. Everything else? What else was there to discuss besides the kiss?

"I mean yeah, kinda?" You try to recall. "We kissed, I went to go get a drink, got drunk in the bathroom, and then you came and took me home?" You open your phone to show him your text conversation. "What else was there?"

A smile grew on his face. "Angel face, I hate to break it to you but I don't think the kiss was the main event of the night."

Panic starts to set in. "We didn't hook up, did we?"

"No. I wouldn't do that to you, one. And two, I'm sure you'd be able to feel it if we did." He smirks.

You slam a pillow down on his face. "Stop fucking around with me! If not that, then what is it? Because you're scaring me now, Katsuki. Did I go streaking through the house? Did I get in a fist fight with someone? Did I confess my undying love to someone?"

"Not to that dramatic extent, but yeah pretty much." He shrugs.

"I'm going to fucking choke you out." You gripped the comforter in frustration "YEAH PRETTY MUCH TO WHICH PART?"

There was a beat of silence between you two, but your heart was racing out of your chest.

"It's not a big deal....if you don't want it to be a big deal, but in your drunken state, you essentially told me that you had feelings for me." He says, pressing his lips together trying to anticipate your reaction.

Your mouth gape open, and the air from your lungs expel. "I need to give me line by line breakdown of what the fuck I said last night."

It felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Not only did you embarrass yourself, but you had also managed to ruin your dynamic with Katsuki in the span of a few drunken hours.

"Well when I found you, you were pissed at me for no reason. So I asked you if it was because you kissed me- because again, how the fuck does it make sense that you're mad at ME when you were the one that- anyways besides that, I asked you, and you started crying and shit and then told me you LIKE-liked me." He says, all while fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "That's pretty much it, but imagine that you're full on crying and snotting all over me and in hysterics ya know."

You were silenced. You had terribly fucked up and knew that there was no way you could backtrack. You had complicated feelings about Katsuki and your arrangement for a while, but accepted its fate of ending with you two drifting back to friends as soon as you no longer needed each other's services.

"I really don't want you to freak out about this, okay?" He fills in the silence. "I get it, you were drunk so it's probably some bullshit. Tell me it's not true and we can pretend like it didn't happen."

Your heart ached. You did want this to go away, but at the same time if you don't take this chance to tell him about your feelings, you'll end up having to choke it down until you're forced to get over it in secret.

"Don't hate me." You say. "Please don't hate me."

"Tell me." He quietly says, almost holding his breath.

You shove your face into your hands. "It's so fucking complicated because of the fake relationship stuff. It's all supposed to be for show and to help each other out, but fuck it feels so real sometimes and I constantly remind myself that it's not, but...it feels REAL."

You finally look up at him. You couldn't quite read his expression- it was almost upset? Maybe pained?

"You look mad. Please don't be upset at me. Maybe we shouldn't do this fake dating thing anymore, and I'm sorry because I know we kind of needed each other for it, but I don't think I can stand faking it when it doesn't feel fake anymore."

He lets out a long breath of air. "Fuck okay so... you have feelings for me. Like real feelings outside of whatever this thing is that we're doing.

You cringe. "I have real feelings for you-I like-like you, or whatever the fuck I said last night. And I hate you too for making me go to that party and talking to and touching me like that and letting me cry to you about this just for it to all spill out now."

"Dammit, Y/N" He mutters, rolling off your bed and pacing around the room. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect things to get out of hand like this, and if I knew sooner or caught onto any hints, I would've done something about it earlier."

To say you were devastated was an understatement. You told him you had feelings for him, and he told you he was sorry. You couldn't be surprised. There was a reason why he needed a fake girlfriend so bad. He wasn't that guy to care for superficial things like romance and relationships and just needed to use you as a cover to stop people from bothering him about it, and vice versa.

"Don't be sorry. Really, it's not your fault." You wave off, your expression hardening. "We had an agreement, and I crossed that line. It is what it is."

"So now what? Where does that leave us?" He stops and looks at you.

You couldn't help but scoff. "There's no us, Katsuki. It was all for show. We tell everyone we 'broke up' and move on- that's it. We can go back to being friends, or acquaintances, or whatever the fuck we were before we started doing all this."

He blankly stares at you. You saw the gears turning in his head, his furrowed brows deep in thought made it look like he was trying to solve the most impossible equation, when in reality it was this poor boy's brain trying to process his emotions.

"Fuck, wait, I think I fucked up." He begins, a blush suddenly flooding his cheeks. "When I said I would've done something about it earlier, I meant telling you that..um ditto?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

You shoot him a blank stare. "Use your words, Katsuki. What the fuck does that even mean?"

He dramatically groans into his hands. "Fuck!" He starts pacing around once again. "I don't want to stop being with you, okay? And I know that shit is complicated, but I think I want it to work out, but... for real this time."

A beat of silence passes while you process.

"Oh.. so you... like me?" You were appalled.

"Like-like." He confirms.

Here you guys were, two emotionally-constipated people who had just confessed to one another trying to figure out how to go about this situation next.

"And you realized this when?"

"Right now when you were pissing me off and saying that we had to break up." He kneels down on the floor, next to the bed and right beside you.

"You realize that if we start dating for real, you're going to have to be an actual boyfriend? And do boyfriend things? Not just be my fake boyfriend who is only ever in my presence when we're at a function together or with our friends?"

"Is that not what I've already been doing?" He scoffs. "I drive you places, call you pretty, watch movies, cuddle, hold your hand, and everything in between and more?"

You roll your eyes. "But that's always been for show."

"And for my own pleasure." He deadpans. "With or without an audience, I liked doing all of that shit with you."

He suddenly reaches over and grabs your hand, which was no surprise as sweaty as yours. "Hands held, and we're in private. Good start, yeah?"

A smile grows on your face. "You're such a loser."

"Yours."

"Right." You blush. "But don't expect me to give in so easily. You need to take me on dates and stop being mean to me and saying that I laugh like a goose and shit."

"Anything you want, angel face, and I'll give it to you- even with your honking."

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Brand New One Shot - Second Preview

I cooked a little :3c

Warning for masturbation!

You made your way up to his tower, replaying the scene in the lobby over and over in your head. Things were going well, weren’t they? He seemed so apologetic when you told him how you felt. And then he just…disappeared like he always does. You really didn’t mean to push the issue, but perhaps you came on a little strong. Plus your rescue of him was a little more than awkward. Not that you minded the closeness, even if it was fleeting. The picture of his head resting against your chest flashed in your mind repeatedly. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more as you were now mere steps from Lucifer’s door.

Focus, you mentally scolded yourself, can’t think about that. It was an accident! It won’t happen again so just…focus. No wonder he ran!

You stood in front of his door now, your knees somehow weaker than they were a moment ago. Those mental images really didn’t help at all. With a deep inhale, you went to knock, but you stopped short when you heard something from beyond the door. You heard your name.

What?, you thought, How…How did he know I was here? Lucifer didn’t sound angry fortunately, but the inflection in his voice made him sound almost sad. And…breathless? You cracked open the door slowly, a little embarrassed at being caught. You went to open your mouth to apologize for the intrusion, but not even a whisper left your lips. Because what you saw in that room left you completely and utterly frozen where you stood.

Lucifer, the great ruler of Hell, was propped up against the obscene amount of pillows on his bed with his pants pooled at his ankles, his very much erect dick in his hand. His eyes were shut, he hadn’t seen you catch him in this extremely vulnerable state.

Run, run, run, RUN! your mind screamed. Everything in your brain was telling you to shut that door and get out of there as fast as you could. But your body refused to react, you remained motionless. You were completely entranced by the scene before you. You watched as Lucifer stroked his cock, mumbling a number of curse words with your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

“Hnng, G-God damn it-ffffuuuccckk….” Lucifer mumbled, his hand gradually picking up the pace as he stoked his shaft.

You tried to wrap your head around what you were seeing, but you were coming up blank. You couldn't believe this. He’s…He’s touching himself…to me?!? How is this…? Why would he…? Your brain was a jumbled mess at this point. It was really beyond your comprehension. You felt tension pool in your stomach at the sight of him becoming undone at the mere thought of you. The sinful sounds he was making went straight between your thighs, to the point where it became uncomfortable that you weren’t giving yourself any attention. The tiniest bit of you wanted to push open that door and give him what he really desired. But before you even begin to think about acting on your carnal instincts, you watched Lucifer's hips bucked up as he came all over his hand. It took every fiber of your being to hold in a whimper that threatened to escape your throat.

Lucifer’s breathing was labored, you watched him toss his arm over his eyes and throw his head back on the pillows. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" you heard him ask. "Why am I doing this?! It’s been months now and I’ve barely had a normal conversation with her! And of course the only time I’ve really talked to her was after my damn head was forced against her…her…s-shit.” He waved his hand, a tissue appearing between his fingers. You watched as he cleaned himself up, thankful that he still hadn’t looked towards his door. Lucifer kicked himself out of his pant and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hanging low. “And what an absolutely fantastic exit I made! “Sorry, gotta go! My dick is hard as a rock right now because of you!” Great job, Lucifer! No wonder she thinks I don’t want her here!” He sighed heavily. “I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t right. I need to stop being a coward and just tell her how she makes me feel…”

A small gasp escaped your lips. Fuck.

Lucifer's head shot up immediately, his panicked eyes fixating on the door. You didn't even close it behind you as you took off sprinting down the hall, praying to anyone who could hear you that he didn't see you. You didn’t stop running til you made it back to your room, slamming the door behind you. Your knees gave out from under you as you dropped to the floor. In that second, it all clicked for you. Why Lucifer seemed to avoid you at every turn, why he tripped over his words when he spoke to you, and why he practically begged you not to leave the hotel.

Lucifer liked you. Lucifer really liked you. That thought alone could have made you scream if you weren’t trying desperately to hold yourself together. And it’s not like you didn’t have passing thoughts about him. He was gorgeous, after all. But not only that, you saw how he acted with the others at the hotel. He was sweet, and silly, and fun, even though you never got to experience it first hand. Now you knew where Charlie had gotten it from.

But of course those thoughts never stayed. He didn’t like you, right? So instead of wallowing in what could never be, you thought it best not to dwell. But now…now those thoughts were coming back in full force. The aching between your legs only grew as the very fresh images of Lucifer naked and moaning in his bed flooded your mind.

There was a knock at the door.

[ultra-violet-heart]

7th Time Loop Volume 6: A Story About When It's Sweeter to Sleep Together

This is a canon short story written by Touko Amekawa as a Bookwalker bonus for Volume 6 of 7th Time Loop!

Based on how they have been adding bonuses sometimes, it might be added when Volume 6 gets translated by Seven Seas someday, but for now, I've translated it in English!

PLEASE DON'T REPOST OR RE-UPLOAD THIS TRANSLATION ANYWHERE.

Contains spoilers for Volume 6.

Bonus Side Story for 7th Time Loop Volume 6

A Story About When It's Sweeter to Sleep Together

Around a day has passed since the fire onboard the ship, and it was now bedtime. After taking a bath and helping with disinfecting Arnold's bedroom, Rishe planned to sleep with him again today. Arnold had this blank look on his face and seemingly planned to say something, but in the end he just went with Rishe's wishes.

Once again, Rishe would become his body pillow.

(Although...)

"What's the matter...?"

Sitting on the middle of the bed, Rishe's face showed a mysterious expression.

Arnold, who also sat on the middle of the bed, sensed her being troubled and asked her that question.

Raising her face, Rishe stared intently at Arnold, who just finished taking a bath just like Rishe.

Arnold, who usually wore tight collars to hide his scars, apparently wore comfortable clothes for bedtime. His neck, chest and collarbone could be seen from his shirt. Hugging one of the many pillows around them, Rishe then tugged on Arnold's sleeve and asked.

"Your Highness, you always use soaps with less scents, right?"

"It's less of a nuisance, you see."

Arnold made it clear he hated excessive fragrances.

Rishe raised the back of her hand to the tip of her nose and sniffed.

"Hmm."

"Rishe."

He stopped asking further questions and instead called her name, while Rishe timidly replied.

"Actually, um. Master Joel pointed it out to me this morning."

"Pointed what out?"

"..."

She looked so embarrassed, she looked down while continuing.

"He told me I have the same scent as yours, Prince Arnold..."

"..."

Arnold could probably guess how red Rishe's face was with embarrassment right now.

Thinking about it made her more embarrassed, so Rishe tried to excuse herself while clutching her nightgown hem.

"So, tonight, after my bath, I reduced the amount of lotion I put on my body, but the scent still overpowered yours, so..."

"..."

"So before I sleep here with you, I'll just wipe myself. I'll remove that scent away as much as possible, so feel free to sleep first, Your Highness... BWAAAAAAAAAH?!"

Rishe screamed as Arnold's arms reached out to her. He placed a large hand on her back, bringing her closer. Arnold then nuzzled Rishe's nape closely.

"Mmm..."

His black hair tickled Rishe's skin.

Arnold went still in that position while muttering to himself.

"...You smell sweet."

"I-is that so? I apologize, I can wipe off that scent away..."

"But."

Arnold finally pulled away, speaking composedly as if nothing happened.

"I think of it as nothing but your scent."

Before she could ponder the meaning of his words, Rishe's eyes went spinning.

"It's not uncomfortable. You don't need to do anything unnecessary like wiping anything, go to bed soon."

"B-but."

"Here. I'll snuff out the lamp soon."

Being prompted like that, Rishe hurried under the covers.

Arnold didn't seem to mind and didn't say anything as Rishe laid down next to him.

(The meaning of those words... there shouldn't be any deeper meaning on those words...)

Her body now turning warmer wasn't due to her just finishing her bath moments ago. Realizing this, Rishe turned her back away from Arnold.

(As the body temperature rises, the sweet scent on the skin from the lotion turns stronger...!)

"....?"

Of course, tonight, she planned to still be a body pillow to him, but things needed to cool down a bit.

When she asked him to not snuff out the lamp yet, Arnold respected her wish and put off from snuffing it out for some moments.

[lavylu]

Bunny Play Time

Bunny gets into an accident in the SHIELD labs. Steve ends up seeing her tattoo and he decides he must properly thank her for entertaining him every night.

You were working on a new weapon. It was a small flame thrower that packed a serious punch. You were making progress but you accidentally set it off while you were working.

You cough as smoke fills the air. Your lab coat sleeve has been seared off and your skin feels hot. You don’t have any burns, but your soothes are ruined.

You decide to leave and clean up, heading up to the avengers kitchen area so you can use their washing machine. You take off your lab coat and take notice of the damage. Your lab coat is completely destroyed so there’s no use in keeping it. You pitch it in the trash and turn to leave.

You accidentally run into a tall build. Your eyes slowly look up and you see Captain America smirking down at you.

“What happened sunshine?”

You huff, a little embarrassed. “Accident in the lab. I completely ruined my lab coat.”

You pout causing him to laugh a little. Then his eyes drift down your frame and rest on your arm. His eyes go wide, but you don’t know what for.

He clears his throat, “I like your tattoos.”

You smile at him, “thanks”

You see Steve debate whether he should do something, and before he can decide against it he smirks: “you know, I really enjoy your videos”

You look confused but when realization hits you, you turn red. You try to deny it but Steve is staring at you with a huge amount of lust.

“You watch my videos?” you ask meekly.

Steve nods, and he smirks. “You’re very entertaining”

He gets closer to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got to say you’re my favorite, Bunny”

Your face starts to flush, but the embarrassment of getting caught turns you on. Especially when it’s Steve. He notices this and takes another step closer to you, causing his body to press into yours.

“How about I help you, with your next video?” He smirks down at you as he slowly bites his lip.

You giggle a little but nod, “you want to be a cam boy?”

Steve chuckles, “well if it means your my cam girl”

Steve stands in front of you wearing only his boxers. His boner straining against the fabric, making your mouth water. You are wearing your bunny buttplug and bunny ears as you look up at him.

Your eyes are filled with lusts as you crawl towards him. Your ass on full display for the web cam set up on the desk. Your tail poking out of your round cheeks. Steve’s cock twitches in excitement when he sees you moving towards him on all fours.

With your teeth you start to take off his boxers causing his cock to spring free. Steve’s tip is red and swollen, already leaking precum. With soft licks you start to take him in your mouth.

Steve throws his head back in pleasure as you suck his tip. Your pretty lips looking plump and pouty around his cock. His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls your face closer.

Your nose brushes against his pubic bone, his cock tickling the back of your throat. You start to gag around him as you suck. The wet sounds filling the room.

The camera has a full view of you with his cock in your mouth. Your hand goes up to caress his balls, making him shiver. He moans as you take him deeper in your throat.

Steve feels his high coming, resulting in him pulling out. He pushes your head down into the pillow and starts to stroke himself.

Your ass is up and in view of the camera. Steve spreads your ass cheeks wide, allowing the camera to see your butt plug and nude pussy. He swipes his dick a few times in your folds earning a moan.

He slowly pushes in making you scream out in pleasure. He starts to thrust his hips. His thrusts cause you to moan as your insides are pounded into. His cock hitting deep inside.

Steve continues to fuck you, and then the pleasure starts to build. Steve’s hand goes down to your ass and squeezes it. Instead of going back to your hips, his fingers go to your butt plug. He teases it gently, pushing and pulling it. You start to whimper when he takes it out. Leaving your gapping hole exposed.

Steve’s finger starts to circle your asshole, stretching it open. The mix of pleasure causing you to reach your high.

Steve just smirks at this, but he’s still hard. He pulls out of your wet pussy and takes the camera in his hand. He positions it and starts to jerk himself off. He releases, cumming all over your gapping asshole. Steve sensually pushes some of his cum inside your hole, before taking the butt plug and plugging you up again.

He gives your ass a kiss before ending the video. “Something tells me that’ll be a good one”

[saratinz]

Erase Him From Your Brain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, pure filth, spanking, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, pet names (good girl, slut)

synopsis ➩ sequel to 'Fuck Away the Pain'

word count ➩ 1.4k

a/n ➩ to celebrate reaching 69 followers, I give you part 2. comment to be added to taglist.

Your date with bucky is tonight, and you could not be more nervous. It’s weird, the fact that you’re about to have a romantic evening with the guy who you only had hatred towards two weeks ago. There’s a thin line between love and hate, and you two had crossed it. You have no idea what’s going to happen at this dinner. He picked a fancy restaurant, but no amount of money spent can make up for a lack of connection. And that’s your worst fear, realizing that even though your sexual chemistry is off the charts, your ideas of romance might clash. 

You went through hundreds of different outcomes in your head, but never did you expect this one to even be possible. “Ma’am, if he’s not gonna show up, I need you to give up the table.”

“Thank you for being so patient, he’s not coming. Here, let me give you, $20, for your time.”

“I’m so sorry about your boyfriend.”

“Appreciate it. Have a good evening.”

When you get back to the compound, you can’t stop the tears that flood your eyes. How could he do this to you? How could you fall for it, fall for him? Whatever shred of respect you had for him a month ago is gone. James Barnes is a no-good, very bad, wretched man, and no amount of charm will ever get him out of this hole he dug. You are done. Done with lies, done with assholes, and done with love. What even is love anyway? Seems like all it does is cause pain. Your thoughts race as you lie in your bed, wondering what the fuck you did wrong. You’ve felt this pain before, you know you can beat it, but everything feels so awful. You want this hurt to be gone. Why won’t it just go away? Why won’t he just go away? That’s your last thought before you drift off into a not-so-peaceful slumber.

You wake up to violent knocking, with your eyes puffy and pillow stained with makeup. “Y/n, it’s Bucky.” Fuck this, you roll over, figuring he’ll eventually go away. “I know you’re in there, F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed for me.

“Fuck off James.”

“C’mon baby, just let me apologize.”

“Get away or I swear to god, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Just, I rescheduled our dinner for tonight, if you don’t come, I understand, but I’m giving you the option.”

“Hope you’re more embarrassed than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“I love you. ”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay, I’m leaving.” You scream into your pillow. The thought of going to dinner with Bucky makes you sick. It still crosses your mind though. No, you refuse to think about what could happen. Like how he could apologize, could be easy to talk to, could be your soulmate. Shut up brain. You do not want the guy who betrayed you, the guy who teased you to no end. You hope he’s in pain, and maybe that’s wrong, but it’s simply how you feel. 

You’re not usually a day-drinker, but this situation calls for it. You cradle your favorite drink, sipping it way faster than you should. You see a familiar face passing. “Hey Sam.”

“Hey Y/n. I need to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Bucky.”

“God, please don’t tell me he put you up to this.”

“He’s so sorry. He had a few drinks before dinner, he was so nervous, he wanted things to be perfect. He passed out from not sleeping or eating.”

“Here’s the thing, I don’t care what happened. I was scared too, but I showed up anyway.”

“He wanted me to give you this.” 

“Take it back to him, I don’t want it.”

“He said even if you didn’t open it, I have to force you to take the box.”

“Sam you’re really getting on my nerves.”

“Y/n, you want my honest opinion?”

“Go ahead.”

“He’s an asshole, you deserve better.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because even though he sucks sometimes, he’s never cared about anyone half as much as he cares about you. He’s always had your back.”

“That’s what you do when your an Avenger.”

“No, I mean he literally begs people to check up on you, to look after you, hell, he convinced Steve to give you a chance.”

“I didn’t ask for him to do any of those things, and look how well my thing with Steve ended.”

“He cares more about you than he does his best friend, that’s what came between them. You’re special, he didn’t intentionally fuck this up, that’s just what you get when you fall in love with him. So please, for the love of god, take him back, so that I never have to do this again. I will pay you to go on this date. Name your price.”

“One million.”

“I was thinking more like $50.”

“I’m not going to dinner.”

“Just, don’t drink too much, okay?”

“I know. Goodbye Sam.”

“Bye.” Once he leaves, you get right back to self-medicating. The drinks start to taste less and less like alcohol. You know your limits, and you use that knowledge to drink as much as you can without blacking out. When you finally cut yourself off, you realize it’s time for dinner. But there’s no way you’re going. Even drunk you knows that’s a bad idea. 

Bucky clouds your mind, like the virus he is. How do you even explain your feelings toward him? He’s just, he won’t get out of your head. You kinda wanna go to dinner. Wait, what? No you don’t, let him be so embarrassed like you were. But he’s so hot, and good at sex. No, shut up brain. And you love him. Well, that you can’t deny. No matter what you tell yourself, that will always be true. Fuck it, fuck reasoning, you are going to stop him from going. You don’t want him in pain like you are. 

You practically sprint to his room, trying to catch him before he leaves. You run into him in the hallway with his room. “James, don’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s humiliating.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. I still love you, I don’t want you to go through with this.”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” 

“Not even if I let you fuck me?” You put on your best pouty face.

“What?”

“Not even if I suck your dick?”

“Y/n, stop it.”

“Not even if I call you daddy?”

“How, how did you know I like that?”

“I didn’t, but I do now.”

“Shut up.”

“Guess you’re just gonna have to punish me, daddy.” All of a sudden, you’re pushed against the wall, caged in, and getting really turned on.

“You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

“Do your worst.” His lips are on yours in an instant, and it’s a filthy kiss, just tongue and teeth. You yelp as Bucky pulls away and throws you over his shoulder. Once you get inside his room, he walks to the bed and tosses you onto it. 

“Take your clothes off, underwear too.” You do as he said, feeling self-conscience under his dark gaze. “Good girl, now I’m gonna sit down, and you’re gonna lay across my legs.” Crawling onto his lap, you cry out as he smacks his hand across your ass. 

“What the fuck?” Another hit.

“You begged me to do this with your bad behavior. I can’t just let you get away with whatever. I’m gonna make you my obedient little slut, it’s time you learn a lesson or two. But if you feel uncomfortable, just say the word ‘red’ and I will stop.” Once again, you’re struck. “After every spank, I’m gonna need you to say ‘thank you, daddy’. You got that?”

“James, that’s humiliating.” He puts all of his strength into the next blow.

“That’s not my name princess, now what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You reluctantly mumble.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You scream.

“Good fucking girl. Now we’re gonna do that 20 more times.” 

When your punishment is finally over, your eyes are puffy and your face is soaked. “It’s over honey, you did so good.” He helps you straddle him, kissing your tears away. You lay your head on his shoulder, wishing this feeling will last forever. He lies down, maneuvering your limp body so that you can use his still clothed chest as a pillow. You’re super drowsy, from the alcohol and spanking, and before long, you fall into a deep slumber.

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[nnewhanni]

any thoughts about dom kazuha x f!reader??

i think she would be gentle calling you “good girl” and “princess” always making sure you’re ok because although she knows you’re limites she’s so protective. but once f!reader throw a tratum things get different…

ur sooo right bro !!

⭑ — don’t be such a lemon : nakamura kazuha x fem!reader

☆ warnings : smut , brattysub!reader , dom!kazuha , reader receiving , fingering , pussy slaps (just for a minute .) , pussy licking , and yeah .

☆ a/n : hi guys . my apologies if I did bad lol .

☆ wc : 778

It all started with Kazuha teasing you for being such a brat at the mall today. She literally always teased you when you pouted, begged her for buying you designer, it’s just always her being such a TEASE! Until when you threw a tantrum when she said no 3 times, and completely embarrassed yourself AND her in the middle of the mall. A group of 10 people stared at you, and even her. When the both of you got to the car, she immediately shot at you, with a glare.

“You really had to act like an ass just to get one little designer bag? And embarrass both of us?” Kazuha asked. You just pouted again, and rolled your eyes. You even started to giggle a little too.

“Oh, c’mon, ‘Zuha! Don’t be such a lemon!” you shot back at her. “It’s just a bag! Stop being so sour!” You obviously thought with your snarky words, you would change her mind. But she just gripped your wrist tightly, and grabbed your chin to look at her. She clearly was NOT gonna put up with your bratty attitude.

“Listen here you brat. You better watch who your talking to, before you get into some real punishment. You have no clue what I’m capable of.” She obviously wasn’t playing around. You knew that when she and you got home, she would have you on your knees, completely begging for forgiveness.

And guess what? Surprise! You were right. She and you were in the bed, while you were rubbing your pussy, she was doing rough licking on it. She was drooling so much, her slobber was dripping and dropping on the bed nonstop. She loved your perfect little pussy. An hour in, and your pulling her head back from your pussy, telling her to stop.

“P-Please, Zuha..I-I can’t..” You whine, nuzzling into the pillow beside you. You really couldn’t take it anymore. Her licks were too rough.

“I don’t care, just how you didn’t care when you said that designer bag was just a bag.” She slaps your pussy. “That was expensive. You’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, princess. Now get on all fours, now.”

You nod at her words, and get on all fours behind her. She then pushed 2 fingers in your pussy, making you gasp and shudder.

“Ah! F-Fuck, ‘Zuha..” You muffle, completely taken over by the pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

Many minutes pass, and her fingers are now going at a animalistic amount of speed, like her fingers are having a tantrum like you did at the mall. You’re screaming and begging her to cum, but she just tells you to wait. Then, without warning, you cum hard, it getting all over the bedsheets. Kazuha starts slapping your ass multiple times, telling you that you’re a bad girl for cumming without permission.

“Don’t cum without telling me next time, okay princess?”

“Y-yes ‘Zuha..”

Kazuha giggles. “Good girl.”

[the-anime-enthusiast]

As per request of @tired-jaz here's some dabi fluff for the touya fans 😈 This is purely fluff but here's a lil quick disclaimer ⚠️ jaz this isn't totally what you asked for but Its still fluff and got some pretty sweet stuff in it 😭(pun intended) HOPE YALL ENJOY‼️

NOT AS SWEET

AS YOU (dabi x reader)

DAY ONE ☎️

"3 months, THREE WHOLE MONTHS NAKI. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I havent felt the touch of aan, MY MAN, in three whole months", you scream into the phone, not caring the damage youve dealt to your sisters eardrums.

"Y/N" she screams back.

"Yes..." you retorted sheepishly with a slight ansgt.

"Isnt he coming bacm in like what? 3 DAYS?? I hate to break it to you gurl, BUT PLEASE, calm down, I get it but he'll be there soon."

"BUT"

"NO. NO BUTS. What happened to the logical and rational you i know? The one dabi fell in love with? Youll have him all to yourself in no time. I know its hard, especially cause you haven't been able to talk to him either, but honey please. Hell be there alright. ALRIGHT?"

you sigh, "I'll calm down. You're right I guess, don't wanna embarrass myself in front of him after 3 months..." you breathe out staring at your feet face reddening at the thought of your desperate actions. "I just miss him, a lot."

"Y/n...I get it, i really do, and i hate to do this right now, but i have to go, if you need anything youll tell me right?"

"Yeah yeah you know I will", you respond rolling your eyes simultaneously.

"REMEMBER" the sudden loud tone sending you to jump up, "3 DAYS THEN HES ALL YOURS. BYE BYE!" she acreams ending the call with a kissy sound.

Your hand drops down, looking at the caller ID

"I know" you wisper to yourself.

DAY TWO 💤

Grogginess? She practically your bestfriend you think rolling over to the other aide of your bed, arm slewn over your back orher cupping the side of the pillow youve found yourself clutching for dear life to the past couple of months.

"Dabi..." you whisper, eyes squeezing shut trying to imagine his face again as you bury your face into the pillow

"please come home" is the last thing your pillow hears before you pass out on top of it wishing it was him you were on top of instead.

Nothing could quite distract you from his absence like sleeping your life away.

DAY THREE 🍰

Anxiety was eating you alive like you were the twilight saga and a book worm was having a feild day.

"Nothing has changed between us right?" you thought. "Right?" you repeat to yourself, a sickening smile creeping on your face with tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"NO" you yell sitting up to hang of your bed.

"I WILL NOT BE SAD. I REFUSE. ONE MORE DAY

"Y/N. YOU GOT THIS! I GOT THIS? I GOT THIS." you chant storming to your kitchen. Given the ungodly amount of sleep you got yesterday, you hadnt eaten barely anything but leftover cookies and some milk.

"OH. MY. GOD." you aggravatingly sighed out

"I'M SO DAMN HUNGRY" followed by a whine as the refridgerator swining open, and then the realization hit you, you wouldn't be surprised if dust and a moth flew out with the door.

"DAMN INGREDIENT HOUSEHOLD WHAT THE HELL" you yell falling to your knees while slamming the fridge shut, followed by a bang on the door with your fist.

Your head soon met the door as well with your begging you from 2 weeks ago to stop the decision of purely doordashing food to your front door while dabi was gone, leaving you broke as hell. Checking your bank account wasn't any better than the fridge, but in optimism you tell yourself, if theres one thing an ingredient household will get you, its crazy amazing dessert recipes made out of practically thin air.

-skip to later that night-

"Holy shit-" you breathe out

"Holy fucking shit, so. much. dessert. So many... everything?" you question scanning your kitchen surroundings, brownies, cookies, Tres Leches, cookie dough, instant jello, popsicles?

"How in the actual hell...did i make...popsicles..."

you whisper before collapsing of exhaustion.

Slowly picking up your phone to check the time, you read 2:45 a.m.

Following is a look of worry, exhaustion, and confusion as you pass out on the kitchen floor.

DAY FOUR - DABI'S COMING HOME

My keys slowy make their way into the key hole, first sturggling due to my franticness to see her. My girl.

"y/n" I whisper out getting frustrated that the key keeps getting stuck.

"Dammit!' i whisper yell as the door finnalg flys open crashing against the wall behind it.

"What the hell? Why does it smell like...HUH?"

He screeches feasting his eyes on the copious piles of desserts covering every kitchen surface.

"What the hell..." he whispers, barely taking the time to notice you crashed out on the kitchen floor.

"Y/n..." he whispers leaning down to you, a look of pity and concern stretching across his otherwise emotionless face.

"baby..." is the last thing he says before reaching behind your neck and waist to hoist you up into his arms.

A feeling of warmth overcomes your body, a feeling of comfort, one you cant quit explain while wrapped up in your Candy Land like dream, one where you of all people were a diety of dessert. Slowly coming back to consciousness you hear the words of your lover...

"baby" you feel whispered against your ear, the familar voice sending shocks through your body.

No matter the lack of sleep and energy spent on your Master Chef Desserts you shot up clinging to dabi like it was the last time.

"DABI" you screeched into his ear as he pulls you in closer.

He presses a kiss to your ear, "hey princess, missed you baby" he says pressing a second one right after the other.

The feeling practically melts you, nothing beats some sweet love from your lover, especially the physical lind.

"Dabi" you sigh

"Yes princess?"

"Kiss me again?"

"Hm?"

You grab his collar pulling his face for his eyes to look into yours.

"KISS ME" you growl locking his eyes with yours noticing the sly smirk spreading across his beautiful face.

"Alright alright, i heard you the first time" he chuckles cupping your cheek and pulling your waist flush against his stomach.

"Since you ask so nicely..." he teases bringing your face close to his.

You can't explain it, maybe its the lack of him you've experienced the past three months or his overall deamenor but its like you cant think anymore. Everythings fuzzy, your nose filled with the smell of the previously baked sweets mixed with the ash and cigarette smell on his collar. You lose complete control melting into his hands, making him work to keep your body up as his lips meet yours. You make note of the gentleness he's displaying, something not often seen, even behind closed doors. It doesn't feel like hes going to give you the night of your life, or like hes about to do whataver he wants to you, he feels like he's about to hold you until the sun comes up, bury his head in your neck, lay you on his chest kissing your head, whispering sweet nothings like

"you're so beautiful baby..."

or

"i missed you so much" followed by his nose burrowing in your hair.

'you miss me too pretty girl?"

maybe a

"Im here its alright princess..."

or maybe

"you need anything baby?"

its almost out of charcter for him, but somethings changed, the way he holds you, something happened. He holds you now like hes actaully scared to lose you. His kiss isn't filled with lust, but love, pure innocent love, one you've never felt, you think leaning more into the kiss slowly making your backs way down to the floor.

His lips press deeper into yours, never wanting to leave but nevertheless he pulls away leaning over your frozen body beneath him.

"Baby" he whispers moving your face so his eyes meet his, given you were hiding it out of embarrassment.

"Yes..." you wisper back peering up into his beautiful eyes, taking note of the difference in his stare. He holds there for awhile, staring into your eyes, searching in them like he'll find something, still holding your face lovingly.

Your left hand comes to meet his hand on your face cupping over it shooting him a small smile.

"Dabi? "

"Hm?" he hums back seeming to come back to reality.

"S-sorry" he stutters a bit, a like shade of pink running across his cheecks.

Your smile never leaves as you bring your other hand up to meet his face, pulling it down to your head to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you" you whisper.

"Hm..." he hums with a slight chuckle sending a look of horror to your face. His laugh grows as he puts more pressure against your foreheads.

"I'm just teasing baby" he says moving his mouth to kiss your forehead as he pulls you up to sit with him, pulling his hand of your cheek to allow more balance on the way up.

"Just teasing" he repeats moving to kiss your cheek allowing another small smile to come up on your face as his hand meets your face again. He follows with small kisses peppering across your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw line, and even some daring to your neck. All that's heard throughout your shared apartment is small giggles and the sound of his lips coming off of your skin.

"Hey princess" he says looking for some focus as he comes up to cup both your cheeks.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Your face goes an ungodly red.

"Hm?" you question, face blank, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

"I love you baby" he repeats giving you a warm smile leaning his forhead bacm against yours.

"I..." you smile back... "I love you too dabi" you whisper allowing his lips to come back to yours for one final kiss before your mouths are otherwise occupied scarfing down the pile of treats waiting for you on the counter.

"Pretty sweet huh?" you tease bumping your hips into his.

"Not as sweet as you baby" he replies a sweet smile spreading on both your faces as you match each other's gaze.

[llama529orange]

Part 4.Part 5.Part 6

Warning:angst

•For the past few hours, you’ve been staring at the ceiling of your room, embarrassed, while the true owner laughs at you. You actually got sick, and now you don’t have to pretend anymore that you’re feeling unwell to Riddle. The true antagonist laughed at you for three hours because of that while you tried to stop her from teasing and mocking you.

•Meanwhile, as you suffer from fever, nausea, headache, and muscle pain, Riddle visits you every time, checking if you’re alright and bringing you tea and food, just like his mother would when he got sick. Riddle stays with you, taking your temperature while feeding you chicken soup.

•"Come on, Rosie, you need to eat and take your pills" Riddle says, struggling to spoon-feed you as you refuse to eat, not feeling well and hating the bitter taste of the pills.

•"Nooo, I'm not hungry, and the pills taste terrible!"

•"But, Rosie, you're sick. You need to take the pills" Riddle tries to convince you for 20 minutes to eat. "Come on, Rosie! You need to follow the rules—"

•You glance at Riddle, finally taking a bite of the soup. You love Riddle, but you've had enough of listening to his rules, so you start eating the chicken soup, though you have trouble swallowing it.

•Riddle smiles, relieved that you finally agreed to eat. He continues feeding you, even as you protest. After you finish the soup, he says, "Now it's time to take your pills."

•You look at him with an awkward smile, shaking your head. "Noooo!" The whole mansion hears your refusal, just like every time Riddle visits.

•Riddle sighs, clearly having had enough, and tries again. "Come on, Rosie, for me?" he asks, using the same words and expression that always make you change your mind.

•Pouting, you finally give in. "Alright, alright! You win!" Riddle smiles victoriously as you take the pills. Looking at him, you ask, "Riddle, do you promise to come tomorrow?"

•Riddle smiles innocently. "Of course, Rosie!" he promises, ready for the next visit.

•But today was strange. Riddle didn’t visit you, and you thought it was odd. He always came to take care of you, talk about rules, and make sure you took your medicine. But not today. You thought maybe he was running late, though Riddle is never late. Maybe something came up, but the feeling that something bad had happened wouldn’t leave you. You grew more anxious, wondering what could have happened and when Riddle would visit you again.

•You woke up without realizing you had fallen asleep, only to be gently shaken by your waiting maid, who had information for you.

•"My lady, I have news about his young majesty," she said, waking you fully. You immediately sat up, worried. "What happened to Riddle?!"

•"Her Majesty, the Queen, informed the lord, your father, that Riddle would be taking a break from studying with you."

•That was enough to know what had happened. Her Majesty must have found out that Riddle had been sneaking out to play with Trey and Chenya, and she had likely scolded, yelled at, or even screamed at him for such forbidden behavior. His private lessons had probably been canceled, and now you couldn't study together anymore for who knows how long.

•"Thank you. You can leave now, please," you said quietly. The maid bowed her head and left the room, leaving you alone.

•That's when you broke down, crying. You had failed to protect Riddle, failed to help him keep his secret from his mother. Now, all you could do was curl up in bed, sick and crying, thinking about how much you had failed. It was your plan, your determination, but you had gotten sick, unable to help, leaving Riddle all alone.

•All your fears came true. The hope that things would be fine, the hope that you could save him from this, had shattered. You cried, curling up tighter, hugging your pillow. Your sickness worsened, but you couldn’t care less. Riddle's small amount of freedom had been taken away, and now, even the true antagonist was devastated, crying alongside you, having lost their friend.

•But for a moment, you thought that maybe not everything was lost. While Riddle might not have his freedom for now, the Queen might use you as a spy, and perhaps that could help Riddle. It would be difficult, but you were willing to do whatever it took to help Riddle see Trey and Chenya again. You would have to wait to see Riddle, but that didn’t matter you were ready for the challenge.

•For now, though, you had to focus on getting better, making a plan to protect Riddle from his mother's tyranny, and making sure you both got the happy ending you hoped for. But even as you thought about all of this, you couldn’t help but wonder what Riddle was doing now and how he was feeling.

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Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - chapter 2

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears, a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, and a girl found alive in the woods months after her mysterious death.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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c h a p t e r t w o .

Roman Godfrey

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ROMAN WAS COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED BY the smell of alcohol and cigarettes that permeated the air in Jude's room. He took the joint from her fingers like it had become his second nature, having become well-adjusted to the familiar routine after years of friendship.

Roman was splayed out on her bed as if it were his, his eyes absent-mindedly drifting from her to the television and off into orbit again.

Jude was sitting on the couch, her fiery hair braided over her shoulder, her freckled skin glowing in the light of sunset through the window. She was wearing a soft pale green cotton sweater and her cloud-print pyjama shorts. Coiled in her lap like a frail old lady, was an elderly French bulldog, snoring like a faulty engine with a face only a mother could love.

"Are you ever embarrassed?" he asked.

"Of what?" she tilted her head, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through unread text messages. He noticed frown lines on her forehead as she focused on an unsaved number.

"Of owning such an ugly dog."

Roman didn't hate Minnie. Not really, but he would never admit to his unyielding love for that raggedy abomination out loud.

"If you're going to be mean to my comfort animal I will send my foot into your balls so hard it will end your bloodline," she warned him. She was joking of course, he could see it in the way she tried and miserably failed to keep a straight face.

"Comfort animal or biological weapon?" Roman snorted.

"You're horrid," she shook her head, picking up a throw pillow and hurling it in his direction. He caught it just before it could hit him in the face and ruin his princely soft brown hair, a grin flashing across his lips.

She was right and Roman was horrid. In more ways than one. In more ways than he wanted to admit, even though with her he never even needed to. The thought made him frown. Time spent puffing on cigarettes and inhaling obscene amounts of cocaine and fucking cheerleaders in his car was nothing compared to the moments where Jude could make him stop and think. To say he still wasn't a shallow and arrogant bastard around her would have been a lie, but he did care about her and he did love spending time with her. Loved.

A warm draft slid inside through the open window beside the bed, brushing the nape of Roman's neck and spoiling the impressive spiral of smoke from the joint. It was dark out now as the sky seemed to vanish, all colour swallowed by the void of starless night. Something rang out through the trees, like distorted barking mixed with a scream. It chilled him more than he cared to admit when he finally heard the sound drifting closer to the tree line.

"That's a deer, you stupid idiot" Jude laughed warmly as she caught him staring out the window with poorly concealed terror. "They do that all the time. Pretty spooky huh?"

Spooky didn't explain the way the unease felt like bugs crawling beneath his skin. He didn't find himself spooked very often, not unless he got that gut feeling.

His eyes stayed trained to the window.

"You want something to eat? I think I'll eat you if I don't eat something now," Roman changed the subject to one he deemed more urgent, mostly in an attempt to comfort himself.

"Is that you offering to bring me food? And not the other way around? You- Roman Godfrey?"

"Do you want something or not?"

"What about pizza?" she asked.

Jude had a way of making suggestions that weren't really suggestions, but in fact, were the word of law expected to be followed lest one find themselves excommunicated from her graces. Or maybe she was only like that with Roman.

"Of course your fat ass wants pizza. Let's order and I'll go pick it up. Now hand me the dog."

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" she eyed him dubiously. Minnie's eyes drifted in opposite directions as she raised her head to look at him. He was uncertain if she was seeing his face or if she could only see the space either side of him.

"I'm going to punt her across the trailer park" he said. "I'm going to take her for a drive. She'll probably die before she sees that kind of luxury if I don't"

Roman just wanted to spend time with the dog.

"Jokes on you she's immortal."

After much discourse over what toppings to order, Roman picked Minnie up in his arms, because he didn't even know if she could walk without crumbling to dust and floating away in the wind, got into his car and drove to pick up a pizza.

The day after that Jude wasn't at school.

It wasn't as out of the ordinary for her, but it was a bit annoying for him to sit by himself surrounded by other people pretending to be his friends for the benefit of his immaculate godly image.

But she wasn't at school the day after that either. And, what's more, she hadn't said a word to him. No texts, no calls- and no answer when he called her.

Then Judith Evergreen was reported missing and then Roman didn't go to school for days. He stayed in bed most of the time, only getting up to rifle through piles of clothes to find spare packets of cigarettes once a couple days turned into weeks. His mother came to his bedside and offered comfort and coaxed him to eat, despite having not been afraid to show her disdain for Jude the trailer-dwelling junkie [as Olivia would often call her].

Nothing worked to fill the void that Jude's disappearance had ripped open inside his soul. Numbness wriggled beneath his skin and bathed him in despair.

When he did go back to school, people looked. People talked.

They talked about Roman. They talked about Jude which was more than any of them had ever even thought about her. They talked about the new boy Peter who was a Gypsy. They talked about how Christina Wendall in a few grades below him started a rumour that he was a werewolf. Roman mentioned the boy to his mother whose disdain for Peter's kind became suddenly animated and so he refrained from mentioning it again.

He wondered what exactly it was that Olivia knew about the Rumanceks.

The first thing his cousin Letha did when she saw him was fly into his arms. Her blonde hair bounced as she ran to him and practically crushed him. She had always liked Jude.

No one had liked her more than Roman.

He didn't show it in public, but it ached to not have his funny red-head companion at his lunch table, or belting her stupid crappy indie music in his car, or coming over to his house to drink all his liquor and explore his absolute maze of an estate. No more cuddles with Minnie, who sat on the couch waiting until she couldn't wait any more.

Roman had gone to the trailer to check on her, Lance Evergreen passed out on the couch as always, and had been the one to find her.

Jude was gone and Minnie knew it. Roman knew it too. He knew exactly how the old crone must have felt. He buried her somewhere nice and finally allowed himself to cry.

Olivia broke the news to him the morning the body was found a month later.

She sweetened her words and spoke to him like a child, sugary sympathetic and fake but he didn't care. At first he stopped breathing. He sat still, the only sound in the room the rapid beating of his own frantic, fractured heart. Then he breathed but it was sharp and painful and tragic and suddenly he wished he hadn't let the air in. It was the first time since he was a child that Roman wept into his mother's arms- right where she wanted him.

A week passed. He did not attend the funeral.

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fun fact every time you're not running Minnie gets closer.............but you still have time bc she can't tell which direction you went and actually she doesn't give a shit

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Junhan x reader

Shy little bunny~

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity.

Genre:smut (ish?)

Warnings: suggestive at the end

A/N: this is my first time posting smth a little spicy but I just wanted to see how it'd turn out if I did post it 😋

It was a rainy Saturday night in xdinary heroes dorm but instead of getting bummed out by the sad weather you and the boys decided to make a big meal together. Loads of side dishes, of rice, seaweed soup, noodles, spring rolls etc and some spicy chicken legs that were the main attraction of tonight. You and your boyfriend Junhan were on Ramen and rice duty. The kitchen was quite the disaster from Seungmins talented cooking skills to Jooyeon's sad attempt at not burning the spring rolls. The kitchen was a mess but it was filled with laughter. After all the chaos was over with, you and the gang sat down at a food loaded table with the scent of delicious flavor flowing through the dorms. After everyone got together and did a big cheers with their glasses of whine, pop and water you started digging in.

After everyone was overflowing with food in their stomachs it was time for dessert which was a homemade cake you and Junhan had baked last night. Gaon put candles on it (for whatever reason) while Gaon was carefully loading up the cake with rainbow candles Seungmin turned to you (a little tipsy)

"Hey uh Y/N what's that strange mark on your neck?" He said pointing his fork towards your lower neck and Junhan choked on his water. You turned your head to look at him, and your face began to flush "Oh look there's two of em" Seungmin said looking closer and squinting a bit

"AHEM what's the verdict on those candles Jiseok becauseIreallydon'twannakeeptalkingabout this" you awkwardly laughed

"Almost done," Jiseok said, sticking in a few more candles with the tip of his tongue hanging out in focus. Then o.de turned to Gunil asking him if he also saw the marks on your neck. Junhan swiftly wrapped his arm around your neck to cover the marks up. It was pretty obvious what they were and considering the walls are rather thin in these dorms they probably heard some… noise last night. But you still found it difficult to talk to the other members about you and Junhan's relationship.

"It's called a hickey O.de," Gunil said nonchalantly, causing your face to heat up.

"What's a hickey?" O.de asked dumb founded

"Well when two people love each other-" Just as Gunil was about to start his very embarrassing and awkward lesson Jungsu turned the lights out

"Alright! Let's look at this wonderful candle show you set up for us Gaon" Jungsu said, walking over to the cake with a lighter. The cake was a little…deformed due to the amount of wax candles shoved in it but when lit on fire it was a little hard to notice the difference. After blowing out the candles Jungsu went to turn the lights back on when there was a big woosh. Everyone stopped eating.

"What was that?" Jooyeon asked with a mouth full of cake. Jungsu flicked the light switch back and forth.

"Just as I thought, powers out"

The boys sighed and groaned in disappointment.

"Awe I wanted to watch a movie tonight" jooyeon said sadly

"I have a USB with some movies on it," Junhan said shyly looking down at his plate "I dunno if you'll like any of them though" Junhan looked up to see you and all the boys wide eyed and excited. So you and XH got out some blankets, pillows and snacks. While everyone was setting up, Junhan hooked up the USB to the TV and started looking through the movies.

"Okay so we can either watch Epic, the My Hero Academia movie, scream or a barbie movie?" And as soon as Junhan said Barbie everyone started cheering for Barbie so Junhan stuck it on and everyone got cuddled up together to watch fairytopia. Everyone was making jokes about it and genuinely enjoying it and it was actually very fun.

~Spice~

Near the end of the movie you set your hand on Junhan's thigh. He didn't show much of a reaction so you decided to rub your hand up and down his thigh. Again there was not much of a reaction besides a very quick glance to your hand. You eyed the other boys to make sure they weren't looking at you or Junhan so you slide your hand further up his leg and just a little to the left. That's when you finally achieved your goal. A quiet little moan came from his lips. Considering he is anything but vocal when you two are being intimate this was quite the surprise.

He shuffled a bit in his seat but you just kept following his crotch with your hand. Despite it being quite dark you could see him harshly biting his bottom lip to suppress his sounds. He finally admitted defeat and stopped trying to squirm out of your grasp. You took a moment to let him think you were done teasing him but to his surprise you lifted your palm up and slowly pressed it back down along his length. He covered his mouth quietly and threw his head back. You could feel him getting harder under your grip but you got snapped back to reality.

"Oh yeah I forgot to ask, does everyone have flash lights for tonight? The power will probably be out for a while, "Gunil said, turning to look at everyone on the couch. Everyone nodded their heads or said something like "yeah" but neither you nor Junhan replied. "Junhan? Y/N?" He asked looking over at us

"Yeah we're good-ah!" As Junhan was replying you decided to test him and move your hand up and down his crotch quickly. Gunil just gave him a weird look and shrugged

"Okay" and with that everyone went back to watching the movie. After that you decided to leave Junhan alone and you put your hand back on his thigh.

After the movie was finished everyone was talking to each other about the movie. Making more jokes and talking about the weather etc.

"Jeez it's 8 and I'm so tired" jungsu sighed

"How about we all go to my room and play some games! Doesn't that sound fun?" Seungmin said excitedly and everyone agreed except for you and Junhan.

"You guys wanna join or?" Asked Gaon

"Um, I'm good. How about you Junnie?" You said politely before turning to look at Junhan to await his response.

"I'll hang back too, thank you for asking though," He smiled. Gaon just shrugged and said "okay" before walking away with the others. Now it was just you and Junhan left sitting on the couch. You both waited to hear the door to O.de's room latch as soon as you both heard it clicked you looked at each other. Junhan grabbed a pillow off the floor and smacked you in the back of the head with it.

"Gah! What was that for!" You shouted

"I could ask you the same question," he huffed. You laughed "Giving me a clothed handjob while Jungsu was sitting right next to you!"

"Well you're speaking rather negatively about something you were clearly enjoying," you said leaning closer to him. He tried forming a sentence but it just turned into a stuttering mess before he sighed. That's when you found your hand in a familiar location. On his inner thigh. Was he stammering over such a simple touch? He really is sensitive. You could greatly use this to your advantage.

"Well even if I did enjoy it, we already did this last night! Two nights in a row… I don't know if that's a good idea," Junhan said avoiding eye contact

"It's a weekend, it's fine," you said gently, pushing him down by the chest. As his dark brown eyes scanned your face and body they started to fill with lust.

"I guess, you're right" he said clearly, focusing on you and not what he was saying. You leaned down to give him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around your neck as you two passionately kissed. You then brought your hand back down to the zipper of his jeans and started unzipping them. Junhan started to smile into the kiss.

"The members are gonna have a lot of questions tomorrow," he chuckled.

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between the lines | chapter 04

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 04 — A game of two halves

rubendias hey feeling better?

Oh no. Shit. What did I do? Of course I would end up doing something as stupid as texting him. I should have gotten rid of this crush a long time ago. Should have blocked him on all social media. Should have moved to Turkey.

It takes me an embarrassing amount of time to come up with an answer. ‘Yes, thanks. Sorry for bothering you last night.’ – that’s casual enough, right? He replied with a ‘No worries’, and I tried to move on with my life.

On Wednesday night, I was at my brother’s house, watching football, as always. It was champions league night and City was in Spain playing Real Madrid for the first leg of the semi final. Sienna was sitting next to me on the couch while Carlos was putting baby Lucía to bed.

“Who do we want to win?” She asked me seemingly super interested.

“The guys dressed in blue.” I say, trying to hide my blushing.

It’s been over a week and Rúben and I havent text or run into each other at supermarkets since last time. Which is good, and it’s not making me anxious at all. I’m definitely not constantly thinking about how much I embarrassed myself after just a few glasses of wine, maybe more than a few. The match was incredible, high quality performance from both teams for the entire 90 minutes. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen for even a second. When the ref blows the final whistle, I have a smile on my face. 

“They should send you on international trips. You covered most of City’s games this season, you should be there for this one too!” Carlos suggests.

“That kind of ruins the whole me being a correspondent thing, if they just send me back to Spain, you know?”

“Bullshit. Free trip to Madrid would be cool.”

He’s right, it would be cool. Instead, I go back to my tiny studio apartment. As I check my phone before bed, my heart beats rapidly and I feel my hands start to sweat. He texted me.

rubendias can i call you if thats okay with you

I replay ‘Yes’ as quickly as humanly possible, not even thinking about what it means or what he wants. I send him my number and after a minute I hear his voice on the other side of the line.

“Hi, Isa.” I can practically hear him smiling over the phone and I can’t help smiling back.

“Hi.” I try to sound cool and interesting, it’s hard to tell if I succeed, especially saying only one word.

“Did you watch the game?” Rúben asks. I’m laying in bed, on my stomach, with my feet up in the air. I’m wearing one of my dad’s old t-shirts, like, older than my brother. Hair is a mess, no make up. I’m in what I call my ‘raw’ state. Just skin and bones. I’m glad Rúben can’t see me now.

“I did, yes. Amazing! Really, top, top performance from everybody today.” I’m truly excited as I speak and he chuckles.

“It really was, I’m very lucky to be a part of something like this.” There’s a pause after he says that. I don’t know what to say, he was the one that asked to call. After a second too long, he continues: “I thought a lot about what you said. That I don't know what you look like when you’re having fun.” He gives a light chuckle again, as if he’s nervous saying that. I’m definitely nervous hearing it. “I want to know.”

“Oh. Yeah? You want to be friends?” I ask, trying so hard not to shove my head under a pillow and scream for two hours straight.

“Something like that. I want to get to know you better.” 

I don’t even have time to answer because right after he says: “Shit, I have to go. But can I call you again? And we could meet up, maybe?”

“Yeah, sure. Yes, call me.”

We say goodbye and I don’t know how to fall asleep after that. This guy is already everywhere I go, how much bigger do I want to make this problem? Does he even know what he does to me? I have work tomorrow and all I can do is stare at the ceiling wondering what the hell does he want from me. What do I have to offer? Is it just sex, is he just trying to sleep with me? And just like that, it’s 3 am, and then 6 am, and I have to get up.

“You look like shit, what happened to you?” Sebastian, as always, so subtle. He’s probably right. We’re doing office work and as a proof I’m not God’s favorite sheep, Seb sits right next to me, staring and evaluating me as a kindergarten would to a baby chick.

“I just couldn't sleep, okay? Fuck off.”

He continues staring at me while he reaches into his pocket and grabs a little bottle, he shows it to me and it reads ‘melatonin’ in big letters.

“I have drops and gummies, which one do you want?” He asks and I sigh, reminding myself that it’s not his fault I couldn't sleep and that we’re actually friends.

“It’s okay,” I wave, denying his offer. “It's not a recurring issue.”

“Oh…” Seb then raises his brow. “I see…”

“Yeah? What do your ‘all seeing’ eyes see?” I laugh at his facial expression, he looks like he just heard the juiciest secret.

“It’s a guy issue, isn't it? A ‘lad’ issue!” Seb points at me and I continue to laugh.

“Nope.”

“No?”

“It’s a ‘man’ issue.” I pronounce each word carefully and it’s Seb’s time to laugh.

“I see, good luck with your ‘man issue’.”

I nod and point at his desk.

“Now let’s get back to work, this is my least favorite part of my day, I don’t want to spend more time than needed here.”

During my lunch break, as if he knew I was available, Rúben called.

“Hi, Isa.” 

I mean, fuck me, right? Will I ever get tired of hearing him say my name?

“Hi. Rúben.”

Does he feel like this too? Should I be calling his name more often?

“What do you think of dinner? I mean, us having dinner together. Tonight.” He gives that nervous chuckle again and the butterflies in my stomach almost make me throw up. Disgusting.

“Well, I was planning on having dinner anyway.” I joke.

"That 's great!” He enthusiastically replies.

“It’s a very important meal.”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Rúben laughs saying that.

“One of? Which one is your favorite?” I ask curiously.

“I really like breakfast. Brunch at second place.”

“Maybe I can change your mind about dinner. Tonight, right? Jump it up a few places?”

“If you can't,” He clears his throat. “Then we’ll have breakfast together tomorrow,” Rúben laughs, joking. “and maybe I’ll change your mind?”

I pause for a second, biting my lips. 

"It 's a deal.”

When Sienna calls me later in the day, I don’t tell her about the dinner. I just listen to her talking about baby Lucía’s shenanigans, and about the new dish she learned using only three ingredients, according to her I will never guess which ingredients it is; when Mel texts me, I don’t tell her about the date either, I mean dinner, shit. Dinner. I don’t tell her. We text about work and how much we hate our bosses, but not really. I want to ask her what color favors me best, what lipstick looks better on me. But I don't, cause it’s not a date. It’s just dinner with a man who’s practically my coworkers and wants to get to know me better. For purely platonic reasons. Because what other reason would he have?

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Chapter 5: Waltz (Waiting for Heartbreak)

Happy Valentine's Day! Summary: When Essek's mother insists that it's time for him to marry, he thinks he's doomed to spend the remainder of his life in a loveless marriage. That is until Caleb volunteers to pretend to be his fiance until Essek can find another solution. Link to chapter 1

Being invited to a ball by the Bright Queen is no small affair. As soon as the invitation was received at the Xhorhouse, screams of excitement filled the entire building. Caleb and Essek flinch, their studies in the library disrupted. Before they even have time to figure out what’s going on, Beau and Jester all but kick down the door.

“Oh my god, Essek! ” Jester throws her arms around the drow and shoves the letter into his face. “The Bright Queen invited you and Caleb to a party! Isn’t that so romantic?” Jester fakes swooning, forcing Essek to catch her. 

Caleb suppresses a laugh at Essek’s expression, he’s clearly overwhelmed by the display in front of him. Beau plucks the letter from Jester and tosses it over to Caleb. Sure enough, the letter is an invitation to a ball the following week. “I’m sure it is not as romantic as it seems,” Caleb tells them. “You just like dressing in fancy clothes.”

Jester gasps and starts babbling about what kind of dress Essek should wear. With an exasperated look, Beau hooks her arms under Jester’s and drags her from the room, kicking the door shut behind them. Caleb looks over at Essek and holds up the letter, “I take it this is not an invitation we can ignore.”

“Ah, no,” Essek says regretfully. “In fact, it is probably advantageous that we do attend, clearly the Queen thinks our relationship is legitimate enough.”

Caleb hums, “Very well. I will need your instruction on what to prepare. It says that we will be staying the night in the castle.” 

Essek’s ears turn purple, “Gods.” Caleb can’t help but smile at Essek’s embarrassment, whatever this event entails, it’s going to be fun.

When they enter their suite in the Bright Queen’s palace, Essek stills. 

It’s a beautiful room with brocade curtains, plush carpet, and walnut furniture. But he passes all of that, his eyes falling to the bed in the middle of the room. It has deep blue curtains canopying it and has a luxurious amount of blankets and pillows. As Caleb walks in beside him with no reaction, Essek realizes that in the Empire, this doesn’t have the same meaning.

“Is everything alright, Shadowhand?” The servant asks, a young drow man with black hair. He sets down Essek’s bag on the side table.

Essek nods, eyes still locked on the bed, “Yes, thank you.” The servant bows and leaves quickly. 

As the door shuts behind her, Caleb turns to Essek with a raised brow, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He shakes his head, finally looking away from the bed to attempt to hide his embarrassment. It’s no use, somehow Caleb always is able to tell. “It seems as though Leylas has made…certain assumptions of our relationship. No doubt this was intentional.” Essek tries to signal the end of the conversation by going to his bag and removing his small box of jewelry.

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Heh, I get the trouble with phones. But instead of my Rotom causing chaos, it's Than. I taught him how to use my phone and he's been entranced by it since. The amount of times he's just taken my phone to record something embarrassing happening to me... oh well, I kinda did that to myself by teaching him about phones, haha.

Aaaand he wants me to say "can confirm, she has a whole folder of pictures and recordings that I took." Which, yeah, he does. They're hilarious (and sometimes embarrassing. I mean, really, Than, did you HAVE to record me just screaming into a pillow about our world's Kieran??)

We suffer together with mischievous ghosts who enjoy messing with our phones, dude 😔

Heh that we do dusk...that we do.