#actually i had a pretty productive day staying home today

[pleckthaniel]

I can't sleep, I keep thinking about the 40 manuscripts in my inbox and I'm strongly considering sleeping in & staying home again tomorrow to nap and read. But will I actually do that is the question

[ggidolsmuts]

"Smart" Home - Le Sserafim Sakura, Chaewon

TW: Aphrodisiac use, purely to make a really stupid tech pun. Otherwise, this is relatively vanilla, but the concept is quite out there... Closest thing would be my Savage(d) and Guilty Pleasures stories? Sorry for the slight spoilers I guess lol

"Sakura-san, are you free later today? Would you like to join me for a coffee?"

"Sakura yah, you're so pretty, you should date! Are you seeing anyone at the moment? I know someone if you're interested."

"Kkura-unnie, a close friend says you're his favorite member, do you want to meet him? He's a good guy."

Despite her popularity, Sakura remains aloof, gently but firmly dissuading any potential suitors. Some wondered if she was just extremely private and already had a partner in secret, but her situation was actually a lot more complex...

"I'm back," Sakura calls out as she enters her house.

"Welcome back, Sakura, how was your day?"

"Tired."

"Would you like to relax? I have prepared the room, today's a training day."

"Oh right, yeah, sure why not." Sakura slips her top off first, leaving a trail of clothes (jeans, bra, panties) as she follows the disembodied voice of AInata. It is the product of Sakura's tinkering, the hobby she works on when she is not crocheting.

"Please strap in." Wholly naked she slips her legs and arms into place and they clasp around her ankles and wrists. Sakura closes her eyes, and she allows AInata to do its thing. It begins with a brush against her lips, not quite a kiss, but something softer—a velvet scarf glancing by. The fabric wraps around her neck, causing goosebumps to rise before it goes to her chest. Slowly it rubs against her nipples, and they grow hard and sensitive. With her legs spread Sakura can feel the beginnings of a trickle down her thighs—AInata was extremely competent at foreplay. The velvet scarf moves further down her body, wrapping warmly around her tight abs, giving her the sensation of being hugged. Her legs are split slightly further apart, and then—

"Unnnngh..." A cock parts her lips, but does not penetrate. The head of it rubs against her pussy, making her get even wetter. Back and forth it rubs, and Sakura bucks her hips, letting loose a moan and yearning for it to enter her. It is a cock she knows will give her extreme pleasure, having been designed and made to her "specifications". She tries to bring her hands down, wanting to shove it into herself, but AInata reacts, bringing her arms back up and making sure she stays spread-eagled. It uses her actions as a cue, and thankfully the dildo pushes into her firmly.

"Ohh, oh yes fuck!"

"Would you like to cum once, Sakura? Or should we proceed with training today?"

"Once first, but make sure you are recording data."

"Of course." Sakura is instantly swept up in pleasure as the cock begins thrusting in and out of her, the wrap around her seeming to pulse, matching the rhythm of the thrusts. In the privacy of her own home Sakura moans unreservedly, her hands allowed to dangle in the air, held up against some imaginary shoulders. It isn't a perfect simulation, but with Sakura's head in the clouds, it is a good enough imitation of a solid fuck with someone.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With a loud groan the cock pushes itself deeper into her, mimicking a lover finishing with her as Sakura's pussy contracts around it ecstatically, and audible drops of liquid are heard splattering the floor as more juice trickles down her thighs and legs, before being splashed about by her twitching feet. Limply Sakura hangs in the air, held up only by the restraints.

"Fuck that was good... Report?"

"Loudest vocalization was about 75 dB. Maximum heart rate was 130 BPM, fluid flow was minimal, about 50 cc." AInata continues to read out its measurements as Sakura manages to lift her head and wriggle her fingers and toes. "Vaginal grip was in the 46th percentile, body flush was Pantone 698U, body temperature was measured at 38 Celsius via thermal imaging. Should I continue?"

"No, that's fine, let's discard that run. Let me down, I want a shower before we start training."

"Of course, I will begin sterilizing the room."

"No need, I'll be back in like 10 minutes." Sakura leaves the room and heads straight for the shower, feeling a lot more relaxed after her session. It had been weeks she started the project, and AInata has learned extremely quickly how to pleasure her in the meantime. As she soaps herself up, Sakura's body warms again at the upcoming training session—it's one thing to have AInata get her off, but the thing she looks forward to the most are the training sessions. She doesn't even bother toweling herself off as she re-enters the training room.

"Welcome back Sakura, I sense that you are wet, should I dry you off?"

"Yes please." A robotic limb holding a hairdryer immediately appears, and Sakura simply stands still, allowing the warm air to flow all over her body, drying her hair and skin. "Thank you. Shall we begin the training?"

"Of course, please strap in." Sakura gets in once more, velvet wrapped around her torso. "I will begin training when you give the go-ahead."

"Begin." The breath is pushed out of Sakura as she is instantly rotated horizontally, lying in midair. Her hands are pushed above her head and the wrap pulls on her, as if a heavy weight is on top.

"God you're so hot Sakura, so fucking sexy." AInata's voice is now gruff and deep in her ear, and there is a semi-wet rub against her neck—a tongue licking her, and the firm pressure of a kiss. A throaty moan escapes her when she feels the cock enter her. Sakura's work brings new meaning to the phrase "Deep Learning" as AInata pushes inexorably into her. Rubs on her clit help her get even wetter, and between AInata's dirty talk and the thorough fucking Sakura loses herself to the training. Loud cries bounce around the room, and Sakura cums twice before AInata ramps it up.

"I'm going to share you," it states. Sakura is manipulated on to all fours, and she is looking at the floor of the training room, her own juices splatted on the floor, slowly flowing down the drains. The cock presses into her again, and to her surprise a second one is pressed against her ass.

"Mmm?!" It sprays lube across and into her, and in short order a cock is being pushed into her other hole. It's not a foreign sensation, but having two cocks in her is certainly new training space that AInata is looking into—today's session will be very insightful. A slightly different voice floats into her ear as it slowly pushes deep into her ass.

"You like this Sakura? One in each hole? Let us find out." Sakura can only drool and moan as she is experimented on. It starts off with synchronized thrusts, both cocks pushing deep in her ass and pussy at the same time. Then they begin to alternate—one in, one out. Then they start to drill her, the cock in her ass staying still while the one in her pussy thrusts rapidly. Then it is switched, her ass pounded mercilessly as her pussy stays plugged. The way AInata conducts its training is methodical, but the way Sakura cums is anything but. She clenches erratically around the cocks, unable to keep up with the changing of the tempo. When they withdraw from both holes, Sakura's juices splatter obscenely on the floor, adding to the puddle that isn't draining fast enough. For a brief minute the only thing that is heard is Sakura's harsh breaths and the drip-drop of slick from her pussy. A soft whirr is heard, and then it stops.

"Epoch 1 complete, beginning Epoch 2."

"Oh my GOD!" The re-entry in both holes take her by surprise, this time feeling even better—AInata has updated the cocks, reshaping it based on Sakura's responses earlier. The training regime is the same, the cocks fucking her in various rhythms. This time AInata rotates her into a vertical position, and soon both cocks are thrusting into her rapidly. The wrap around her tightens, making Sakura feel as if she is being slammed between two people. Her legs jerk and twitch uselessly. 

"Cum for us," the merged voices whisper in her ear. A modular fingerpad rubs against her clit, and Sakura screams in blissful oblivion, blood pounding in her head.

"FUCK YES!" Sakura squirts violently, limbs thrashing about and head thrown back. A sheen of sweat across her skin as the orgasm runs through her, her tummy twitching and whole body trembling. If she could see herself, her body is completely flush, as if she has just sprinted a mile.

"Epoch 2 complete, beginning—"

"Pause!"

"Training paused."

"R-Report."

"Vocalization hit 85 dB, in the 100th percentile. Maximum heart rate was 140 BPM, fluid flow at 150 cc. Vaginal grip was at the 100th percentile, anal grip was also at the 100th percentile."

"Did you account for the pressure from using two dildos at once?"

"I did not, recalculating... 95th and 97th percentile respectively."

"Make sure to account for it in the future."

"Yes, Sakura. Should I continue the report?"

"No, that's fine. Save the results for future use."

"Yes."

"K-Kkura unnie?" Sakura's eyes snap open.

"Chaewon?!"

Chaewon had made her way to Sakura's place a while earlier. She wanted to pick something up from Sakura, as well as bring her some coffee since she had seemed so stressed during the day. As with the other members, she lets herself in with the passcode. Ordinarily this would not be an issue, but Sakura did not expect anyone to visit at all.

"Kkura unnie, I'm here! Kkura unnie?" Chaewon calls out into the seemingly empty place. She leaves the coffee on the table and walks about. "Kkura unnie, where are you? Chaewonie is here!" she calls out in a singsong voice.

Then she hears something. Chaewon has never heard it before, but she knows immediately what it was—Sakura moaning. Chaewon probably should have just blushed and left, but she never heard Sakura like that, and the continued moans and cries have left her a little curious and more than a little aroused. She quiets down, slinking in the direction of the sound, following the trail of clothes Sakura had left. Chaewon gets warmer and warmer as she gets warmer and warmer in the hide-and-seek game she's playing with herself. Sakura is louder than Chaewon's ever heard her unnie be—the thought of Sakura letting loose is almost unthinkable.

Nothing could prepare Chaewon for what she sees when she finally finds Sakura, for the unthinkable is merely child's play compared to what is in front of her. Sakura is spread open, nude body for all to see, sweaty blonde hair covering her face. Her pale skin is flushed pink, nipples stiff and quivering as she shakes uncontrollably. Chaewon's eyes are irresistably drawn between Sakura's legs, and they widen as she processes the thick dildo plunging in and out of her, spreading her swollen lips. Chaewon tries to look away in embarrassment, but all she sees next is the large puddle of juice beneath Sakura—just how much, or how hard, did she cum? Entranced, Chaewon watches silently, her breath getting heavier and her panties getting wetter.

"FUCK YES!" She jumps when Sakura screams, the loud rush of slick on the floor thundering in her ear. Speechless Chaewon watches her unnie go from crazed to normal, slowly recovering, and... talking to someone? Chaewon has burning questions, and a burning need between her legs, she couldn't stay silent anymore, she had to ask.

"K-Kkura unnie?"

"Chaewon?!" The blood drains from Sakura's face. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I came to pick something up, I brought you coffee too."

"O-Oh... How long have you been here?"

"A couple minutes, I think?" The two women stare at each other silently—what is there to say, what can be said? AInata breaks the silence.

"Hello Chaewon, I am AInata, Sakura's assistant, would you like a cookie?" Sakura's eyes widen and she opens her mouth, but it is too late, and Chaewon accepts the cookie without thinking.

"AInata?" Chaewon's mouth opens silently as a sudden heat fills her body—both in the real world and on the internet, she shouldn't have blindly accepted cookies, but Sakura's too late to warn her, and soon the aphrodisiac cookie is working its way down Chaewon's body. Sakura had developed it with AInata to arouse herself when she didn't "feel" like training, but in her pleasure-dulled state she was slow to recognize it. "You're... a computer?"

"Yes, Sakura made me."

"What are you doing with her?"

"She is training me—"

"AInata, enough, why did you give her the cookie?"

"I thought she would be useful in gathering more information. I need not remind you that I only have data based on you, which is biased."

"Was what I saw earlier, was that training?" Chaewon interrupts the conversation. Sakura is silent, but AInata is not.

"Yes."

"I want to see it again," Chaewon says immediately.

"C-Chaewon, ah!" Sakura yelps as AInata does as Chaewon wishes, beginning to move the dildos again. Her legs are brought up and spread, and the result is Sakura lewdly displayed for Chaewon, showing just how the training is done. The leader of Le Sserafim's mouth drops open as she realizes that Sakura has been fucked in both holes the whole time—between the aphrodisiac and the sight in front of her Chaewon's mind is melting, and the liquid is going all between her legs.

For Sakura's part, she can barely form a word as she is thoroughly fucked once more, the thought of being watched by Chaewon making her eyes roll. Through her erratic vision she sees Chaewon fidget, beginning to tug at her clothes, rubbing her neck, like she is too warm in her current outfit—the thought of Chaewon taking part in the training as well drive her quickly to climax.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK?!" Sakura feels a warm fluid filling her pussy, the cock in her seeming to throb. "Nngh!" The creampie-like stimulation makes her spray as the dildo pulls out abruptly, and she splashes Chaewon with her squirt.

Chaewon twitches as Sakura's fluids land on her, her knees going weak. Her tongue brushes over her lower lip, where a drop has landed—sweet, tangy. She watches the fluids pour out of her unnie's pink pussy, and her inhibitions crumble—she gives in to her desires, to join whatever insanity Sakura concocted.

"What, what was that?" Sakura gasps, still recovering and ignorant of Chaewon's state.

"I have been reviewing your browser history, and noticed the presence of the search term 'creampie'." AInata states. "I sought to replicate it with your fluids, assuming it to be most natural. The consistency is of course, not accurate, but based on the data just now I think the effects of a creampie on your orgasm is worthy of further study."

"I-I'll do it, I want to... help." Chaewon's whisper thunders in Sakura's ears. The Chaewon standing in front of her is already unrecognizable, face wet from Sakura's own squirt, thighs rubbing together needily as she looks at Sakura with glassy eyes.

"Are you—"

"Please." The tone with which Chaewon begs her nearly drives Sakura wild.

"Okay, let me get out—"

"There is no need, Sakura, I have prepared another set of restraints in the event you brought someone to help with training."

"I... Okay, good job AInata."

"Thank you. Please remove your clothes Miss Chaewon." Sakura watches her groupmate strip down, pulling her sweater over her head and removing her tiny shorts, revealing her own tight body.

"Call me Chaewon, what's next?"

"Please put your feet and hands in the restraints here." Chaewon follows the instructions, shaking a bit in anticipation as they clasp around her wrist and ankles. "I will now begin training, Chaewon."

A low moan fills the room as a similar velvet wrap is pressed all over Chaewon—her lips, her neck, her breasts, her thighs. She sounds ever so desperate, driven mad with desire by the cookie and everything she has seen today. Chaewon croons when a dildo is placed against her pussy, rubbing her lips.

"Report your findings as you train," Sakura asks in a shaky voice.

"Of course. Lubrication is substantial, ready for training already." In other words, Chaewon is wet, and she is ready to be fucked. The thought is punctuated with a groan as the dildo disappears into Chaewon. The training begins with soft moans, but they quickly get louder as AInata begins pushing on her womb.

"She responds well to deep tissue stimulation." The wording is inexact, AInata showing a rare case of hallucination, but Sakura understands it just fine—Chaewon likes it deep.

"Yes! Harder, faster!" Her desperate cries ring throughout, and under the effects of the aphrodisiac Chaewon is hurtling to her first orgasm. With the pressure of the weighted wrap around her, she's lost in the sensations of getting fucked, even if she's alone. She looks down her body—her own legs are spread, and she's watching the cock disappear into her body. She clenches, and she whines as the cock gets bigger inside her—in response to her tight grip, AInata makes the dildo thicker, testing, and finding that it is enhancing Chaewon's pleasure. In her blissed out mind and the shaking of her own body as she is fucked, Chaewon thinks she's bulging, and the obscene thought makes her cum.

"Fuhnnngh!" Sakura watches her leader's tight body struggle against the restraints, jerking in a powerful orgasm—it was impossibly hot, and Sakura's squirming, her own two holes still filled with cocks.

"I would like to conduct adversarial training." AInata brings up as Chaewon gasps, coming down from her climax.

"What do you mean?" Sakura asks.

"I will train on both of you together, it will allow me to receive more reliable data. I can try what works for you on her, and what works for her on you." Sakura agrees immediately—after watching Chaewon she's too horny to say no now. The cock in her ass is removed, and Sakura is put into the same position as Chaewon.

"I will continue with the training then." Sakura whines much like Chaewon as the cock inside her gets bigger. Her first thought is realizing that Chaewon likes a bigger cock.

There is no second thought, because Chaewon is fucking right, and it seems to stretch her hole and mind to the limit. The two of them are pushed to orgasm after orgasm, taking turns as AInata tries different things on them. Chaewon watches Sakura get fucked to a toe-curling climax before she feels her own position adjusted—now she's tilted forward, hips above her head as she getting plowed from behind. When Sakura recovers, Chaewon is already well on her way to her second orgasm, and it is not too long before Sakura is put into that same position and dicked down. AInata makes changes small and large—the angle, the speed, the rhythm, the overall position, everything is taken into consideration as the two of them cum their brains out.

There is a distinct difference though—unlike Sakura, who has a puddle of juice beneath her, Chaewon creams around the cock stretching her out, the thicker whitish fluid seeming to cling to the cock, and more oozes out as AInata continues its training. Every time Chaewon cums, there are heavy drops of girlcum, dripping from the dildo, and every time Sakura climaxes, there is a wet splatter on the floor. AInata continues the training, until...

"Oh..." Sakura cums once more, and this time she feels the cock filling her again, except it is thicker, more substantial, more satisfying. She watches Chaewon's cum slide down the cock opposite her, and she instinctively knows what's inside her own pussy.

"Fuck Chaewon, CHAEWON!" Sakura's scream jolts Chaewon out of her stupor, and she watches her unnie gush all over the floor—she never thought she'd hear Sakura call her name like that.

"U-Unnie..."

"D-Did you— use her fluids?" Sakura gasps, and Chaewon blushes, realizing what she meant—that her very own cum was filling her unnie!

"I used a mix, the resulting mixture is more consistent with real ejaculate, I will collect more from Chaewon." Before Chaewon can grasp what AInata meant, she feels a cock push against her ass, and cold lube begins spurting in.

"Unnie, unnie, unnie!" Chaewon's cries of pleasure fall on deaf ears as Sakura's eyes are glued to the scene in front of her—as soon as a second cock enters Chaewon from behind, she absolutely drenches the cock in her pussy with girlcum, a deluge of thick fluid running down the shaft. AInata withdraws the dildo in her pussy, and heavy plops land on the floor between her legs—the cock in her ass is still going, pumping more cream out of her. The relative respite is temporary as AInata customizes the dildo for her greater pleasure, and Chaewon seizes up as it pushes into her again.

"Mmmm!" Chaewon can't even form words as the new cock feels better than ever. Her pussy is stretched deliciously, rubbing over her just right, and the cock in her ass also seems to be getting bigger, pulsing and throbbing!

"It's! Inside—" Chaewon falls silent, and Sakura watches her mind disappear—Sakura's eyes dilate with lust as she watches Chaewon's own eyes roll in her head. She creams without pause, like a dam in her is broken as she jerks in a powerful orgasm. When the cocks are withdrawn, the cum-mixture spills from both her holes, and the truth dawns on Sakura—Chaewon was just double-creampied, filled to the brim with their combined fluids. Sakura expects the same for herself, and she tightens in anticipation, but it does not come just yet.

"Commencing DirectInput trial with two people." That's new. Sakura's ass is left gaping as the cock is removed, and Chaewon's mess of a pussy is plugged once more, both women taking only one cock now. Sakura gasps as the cock in her thrusts in, and her hips buck instinctively. Seemingly in response, the cock in Chaewon thrusts in, and she whines and jerks her body. Turns out, it is mimicking their hip movements, for when Sakura snaps her hips forward again, and Chaewon cries out loudly in response—yes, Sakura's the one fucking Chaewon! The very thought drives Sakura crazy, and she's bucking her hips with wild abandon, watching her "cock" drive into Chaewon repeatedly. Of course, as Sakura moves her hips, her own dildo is moving inside her, building her pleasure up as she gives Chaewon pleasure.

"Kkura unnie, Kkura unnie!" At this point Chaewon is well aware of what's Sakura doing, seeing and feeling her unnie's cock drive right through her own body. When Sakura groans loudly in her climax, Chaewon cums with her, fists clenched tightly and toes curled in ecstasy—she can't help it when it's Sakura's cock filling her womb with cum.

And then it's Chaewon's turn. She starts off slowly, testing with a few slow strokes. Soon though, Sakura's begging to be fucked.

Begging her.

"F-Faster, go faster Chaewon-ah! Harder!" She's still sensitive, but for Sakura, Chaewon can go fast, and she moves her hips as quickly as she can, her lower lip quivering as the pleasure rises in her own body. Sakura's abs twitch equally in pleasure, overstimulated but wanting Chaewon to fuck her to an orgasm. Chaewon puts her all into it, and Sakura feels each and every thrust rock her body, the wrap tightening around her, as if Chaewon's slamming her directly. She had never wondered how Chaewon fucks, now she won't be able to not think about it ever again. With a few more thrusts Chaewon delivers in more ways than one, pushing Sakura off the edge as she pumps her full of cum, the two of them cumming together once more.

"Testing simultaneous DirectInput now." Both cocks now move in response to the other's movements, and the two women are bucking haphazardly, each action triggering a reaction from the other—Sakura would buck her hips, which would make Chaewon jerk in response, making the cock in Sakura move and thrust. Sakura's fucking Chaewon, Chaewon's fucking Sakura, and they're cumming at the same time, giving the other a creampie. They both scream when a cock is pushed into their ass again, and it becomes a completely unhinged feedback loop—Chaewon finds herself fucking Sakura's ass, all while Sakura fucks her pussy, and then the input switches, and Chaewon feels Sakura deep up her ass while she pounds into Sakura's squirting slit. They feed off each other's peaks, filling each other with their mixed fluids in every hole, even as Sakura produces more slick and Chaewon produces more cream.

It all finally stops when AInata says so, withdrawing all dildos from their holes and making them squirm at the sudden emptiness.

"Disk capacity reached. Sakura, I will require more space, or to upgrade our cloud storage plan."

"Mmm... Okay, let's stop the session."

"Would you like a report? Vocalization—"

"Later, l-let us down please." They are lowered to the floor and the restraints are removed. They collapse in their own juices, legs weak and limbs a little numb from being restrained for so long. "Chaewon, are you okay?"

Chaewon is not okay. She has watched Sakura get fucked by AInata, then she watched Sakura get filled by her own cum, and then Sakura fucked her, filled her, and then she fucked Sakura back, filling her unnie similarly. Her world is warped, she could never see Sakura the same way again. Yet, she had one thing left to do.

She needed to touch Sakura.

"Kkura unnie..." Chaewon crawls over her shocked unnie. "I need you." She shows her desire with a kiss, and Sakura's too horny to push her away—after watching each other cum and squirt the whole time, she wants Chaewon too. Sakura leads Chaewon to her bedroom, and legs and arms and tongues finally tangle together in the sheets. Maybe it's the cookies still having an effect on her, but Chaewon gets on top of Sakura, driving a thigh against her unnie's wet pussy while she ruts down on Sakura's hip. The friction is delicious and electric for the two of them, leaving them whimpering in pleasure. Le Sserafim is known for their abs, and the two of them put their strong cores to good use, grinding their hips and making sure their thighs are left smeared with the other's juices.

Chaewon succumbs first, whimpering into Sakura's neck as her unnie bucks powerfully, bouncing Chaewon on her lap. She slips a finger into Chaewon's ass and with a yelp Sakura feels Chaewon cream, each squeeze of her ass seeming to produce more from the quivering leader.

"I want you to cum too unnie..." Chaewon whines, using the last of her strength to suck on Sakura's tits, pushing her thigh against Sakura's slit, and rubbing her clit with a yearning finger. The triple assault sets Sakura off, and with a strangled cry she shakes, rattles, and falls apart, soaking the sheets with the last of her cum. When she comes back down, Sakura finds Chaewon sucking on her lower lip, and she acquiesces, kissing and caressing her leader.

Weeks later, Chaewon goes up to Sakura in the dressing room, distracting her from her crocheting.

"Kkura unnie!"

"What what? What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym together?"

"Gym? Our PT session is tomorrow."

"I know, I meant, do you want to do more... training tonight? With your friend?"

"What? Sakura has a friend?" Yunjin quips without thinking.

"Yah I have friends too you know!"

"Sure sure, whatever."

"Psh. Sure Chaewon, we can train tonight."

"M-Make sure they have enough space," Chaewon whispers, the two of them turning as red as Yunjin's hair. Thankfully, Yunjin is talking loudly, complaining about how her phone doesn't recognize her voice commands, and their manager agreeing that AI is stupid.

Oh how wrong they are.

A/N: I was actually writing a different story, and this one was supposed to be just a Sakura solo thing to use their song title "Smart" and poke fun at smart houses, but then the thought of Chaewon walking in on her and getting roped into it together was too hot and I had to get it out. I mixed the Guilty Pleasure concept (one person feels the other person via something) with the whole tech and smart house thing. The velvet wrap thing is kinda like a weighted blanket, and supposed to mimic the weight of an actual person pressing on you during sex, but I didn't really use it too well, in my head it just helps with positions too, don't think too hard about that part lol. Anyways hope it makes enough sense, thanks for reading!

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The Family Business Ch.8

WandaNatxReader

Word Count: 3k

Ch notes: Angst, Nightmares, Fighting

Summary: The family copes with the situation revolving Dragos

An: Sorry for posting so late.... hope you like it. Also posting from my phone, so sorry formatting issues.

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“ Enough time has passed Wanda. We have to act now before we lose everything,” you speak to the woman in her office.

“I'm not ready for war Y/n,” She tries to dismiss you.

“Detka, I think she’s right. If we wait any longer it could, everything your father built would be over,” Natasha backs you up.

Wanda puts her head down on the desk, "I don't think I can do this.”

“It’s just like we planned, Wanda. Nat and I have everything on standby to close the ports, we’re just waiting on your word,” you speak softly to her.

“Fine, just do it,” she waves her hand, but doesn’t move her face from it’s place on the desk.

She had been like this for nearly two weeks. The shooting of her father seemed to hit her the hardest. She felt like she wasted too much time away from him and now he was gone.

The only way you were functioning was hope that he would wake up. He wasn’t gone, he was just in a coma. People recover from being in comas, they wake up. You just keep telling yourself that Dragos would be waking up soon.

“Wanda, maybe you should go home, I can handle this,” your eyes are full of worry, but your voice is firm.

“I’m capable of running this business Y/n,” she snaps back at you.

“ I know you are, that’s why they put you in charge. However, this is not a one man job Wanda. Dragos had days where he needed someone to take charge. I’m one of those people. Whether he’s sitting in that seat or you’re sitting in that seat, I’m going to continue to be that person. Now go home.”

She looks at you with something you’ve never seen before. It makes your brow furrow. The intensity of her stare isn’t malicious, but it’s unfamiliar to you.

“I’ll take you baby,” Nat offers, taking Wanda’s attention away from you.

Wanda takes one more look at you before agreeing to go with her wife.

“Stop by after work, I don’t care how late it is,” her demand makes you want to gulp, but you hold it and nod.

She’s out of the door first. You share a look with Natasha as you take s seat at the desk.

“I’ll be back, I can have everything ready for tonight,” the spy says.

“Thank you, Natasha.”

She leaves and you get to work immediately. You call in your dealers and suppliers to inform them of potential uptick in all products your pushing to prepare them adequately. You call your supposed allies, you’re vague but they know it’s a threat. More than threat, but a test of loyalty. Some of them dismiss you as you aren’t Dragos, but you’re sure by morning they’ll come around or go out of business.

There had been too much silence on your side of the business. Fisk was parading around the city saying that he killed Dragos. The lack of movement from your side of things only made it seem true.

Wanda had been placed temporarily in charge of the business while Dragos was out of commission. However, she wasn't emotionally prepared for this yet. None of you were in actuality, you all needed more time.

“ Where’s Wanda?” Pietro strolls into the office.

Your eyes are locked on the screen, “ Sent her home.”

“You’re running things today?”

You nod, “We’re going through with the plan to shut down the pier tonight. I put out some feelers, stayed pretty vague. I know they'll get on board when there's no other option.”

“You sound like him,” Pietro chuckles.

“I hope so, I got brushed off by one too many people over the phone. We need to let them know we aren’t weak. We will not be usurped, we are this city and it’s time to remind them.”

Pietro agrees, “My eyes and ears on the street have been telling me about Kingpin He’s telling others he fixed the Maximoff issue. We need to get a handle on this.”

“They will be dealt with and I’ll save Fisk for last. Next time I wont miss when I shoot,” your jaw clenches.

“How are you holding up?” He asks, taking in your appearance.

The bags under your eyes spoke for themselves. You hadn’t been sleeping well, getting 3 hours seems like a blessing some days.

“Not well, but I’ll be alright.”

“You haven’t been sleeping.”

You sigh, “How can I rest well, knowing that the man who has taken someone important from me walks around the streets celebrating it? It’s like he’s taunting me.”

Pietro’s hand lands on your shoulder, “We’re going to get him Y/n, I swear.”

Natasha strolls back into the room, “I’ve got everything set we're just waiting on nightfall.”

“Good, I’m almost done here. I’ve got some paperwork to get through and if it’s not too late, maybe we can carpool?”

Natasha smiles, “I’ll wait for you, it’s no problem.”

“I guess we’ll leave you to it Don Y/n,” Pietro jokes as he pats your shoulder before exiting the office, Natasha’s following behind him.

The paperwork takes longer than expected. You’re exhausted by the end of it, your eyes are strained as you finish the last of it up.

When Natasha comes to check on you , she can tell you’ve dissociated from the work you’re doing. It looks mindless yet stressful at the same time. You don’t even notice she's standing there for another 10 minutes.

“Ok you’re done, lisichka. Time to go home,” Natasha’s voice startles you.

You give her little protest, moving out of the seat. Your bones crack and you let out a yawn as you grab your belongings.

“Wanda’s going to need help tomorrow. The lines should be busy. We can open them up so Kate and I can help filter orders,” you mumble as you leave the office.

“No more work talk, we’re out of the office,” Natasha reminds you.

You let out a tired laugh, “Now you’re sounding like a Maximoff."

“I am married to one,” she says as the two of you get in her car.

“I don't know who's luckier you or her.”

Natasha quirks an eyebrow as she begins to dive, “I’m pretty sure it's me.”

“You’re good for her too; don't discredit yourself. Wanda has always been a caregiver of sorts. She wants to take care of everyone. It's nice to see she has someone who can take care of her,” your eyes begin to close as you speak.

“You’ve taken care of her before. When she was fighting with Pietro, the whole situation with Dragos; you kept her grounded,” Natasha points out.

You shrug lightly, “I couldn't when I was younger.”

Natasha glances at your nearly sleeping figure, “You were just a child, lisichka.”

“I was fragile, she needed someone strong,” you feel sleep overtaking you.

Natasha goes to respond, but hears you snoring softly, “I don't think you could've ever been fragile.”

The spy doesn't wake you when you arrive at the condo. Instead she carefully removes you from the car and carries you up to her door. She rings the bell unable to get her keys while holding you.

When Wanda opens the door her eyes soften at the sight of you asleep in her wife’s arm.

“I didn't want to wake her. I overheard her telling Pietro she hasn't been sleeping,” Nat explains to her wife.

“Just lay her in our bed,” Wanda says, and Natasha complies.

Wanda heads to the kitchen, unable to sleep. She stays to make herself some tea.

“She cares about you a lot,” Natasha says meeting her wife in the kitchen.

Wanda just hums a response.

“You care about her a lot too,” Natasha looks to meet her wife’s gaze.

“Astute observation, sweetheart,” Wanda responds dryly.

Natasha steps into Wanda’s personal space, “You know what I’m insinuating then?”

Wanda finally looks at her wife, “No I don’t.”

“I think you're in love with her,” Natasha is gentle when she speaks.

Wanda laughs, “What are you talking about? Y/n is a part of my family. I’ve cared for her for years; healed her wounds, held her when she cried, taught her how to defend herself. Natasha, she was barley turning 17 when I met her.”

“I see the way you look at her Wanda. It’s the same way you look at me,” her tone doesn’t convey anger or sorrow.

Wanda’s laughter has yet to die down, “She’s my little brother’s best friend.”

“Then tell me why she can ground you the same way I can? Her touch calms you, her look quiets you, and her figure causes your eyes to drift. Just be honest with me Wanda.”

“Look, I love Y/n. I would do anything to keep her safe, but there’s nothing between us romantically,” Wanda gets serious for the first time in the conversation.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “You lost your mind about something from 5 years ago involving her, you were in tears when you couldn't attend her graduation, you talked about her more than your brother, mother, and father.”

Wanda’s eyes shift for a second, it’s the only sign Natasha needs. Her hand reach for her wife’s. Her thumbs pad the back of Wanda’s hand.

“Baby-”

“Natasha I can’t. I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she tries to escape but Natasha won’t let her.

“Talk to me, detka.”

For a moment it seems like Wanda is going to talk it out with her wife. However a commotion in their bedroom puts brakes to the conversation.

They both rush in that direction. In the bedroom they find you fighting in your sleep. You’re thrashing, punching, and screaming.

Wanda’s eyes go wide at the sight. The distress on your face send her into fight or flight. She wants to help, but she’s unaware of what to do.

Natasha on the other hand has had her fair share of life like nightmares. She knows how delicate of a situation that they can be.

“Easy lisichka, it’s not real,” Natasha’s voice is firm as she speaks, slowly inching towards you.

Natasha’s hand slowly reaches for your forearm. The action cause you to jerk, but Natasha is unflinching. Her hands trailing up and down your arm trying to calm you.

“Baby you’re safe here,” Natasha slips her fingers between yours.

It’s sudden the way you jolt forward into consciousness. Natasha’s arms wrap around you securely as your chest heaves up and down.

Wanda joins your side, hand running through your hair, “It’s ok, you’re ok. You’re safe little krolik.”

You sniffle a couple of times. Before realizing the position you're in. You sit in a bed that you can only assume belongs to the two women, that are slowing your erratic heart rate.

“I uh- I fell asleep in the car,” you say pushing the women away from you slightly.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and then rub at your eyes roughly. The feeling of embarrassment starts to creep in on you.

“ You did, exhausted from all that work and no sleep,” Natasha says.

You nod lightly, “As you can see I have a hard time with sleeping.”

“It’s like that every night?” Wanda’s voice was laced with concern.

You try to laugh it off, “I get by with the little sleep I get before the nightmares.”

“Y/n, we’re being serious,” Wanda’s use of your actual name startles you a bit.

You take a deep breath, “Nearly every night since the shooting. But I’m a big girl guys, I’ve got it under control.”

“Wanda’s been having trouble sleeping too. If I leave just for a second, she starts panicking pretty bad,” Natasha mentions, causing her wife to glare at her.

Wanda crosses her arms over her chest defensively and that’s how you know Natasha is telling the truth.

“I’ve been trying to run a company and a business. There’s no time for a comfortable rest.”

It was your turn to give a stern look, “You won’t be able to lead well if all your senses are weakened from lack of sleep.”

“And how much sleep did you get last night before so graciously kicking me out of the office today?” She counters and your face heats up.

“It's not like I don't want to sleep. I’ve tried a bunch of shit, but nothing is enough for the nightmares. It’s triggering, you know because not only are the nightmares themselves intense, but having them in the first place reminds me the ones I used to have about my family.”

Though you've arguably been vulnerable with both of these women before, it feels harder this time. It feels like they are seeing a piece of you that is supposed to be neatly tucked away. Yet you’re too tired to hide it and you trust them not to use it against you.

“If you’re comfortable with it, I know something that might help,” Natasha offers.

“I’m willing to try anything,” you give her your full attention.

“Stay here with us tonight,” her eyes pierce through yours.

“Here as in…”

“The bed, yes,” Natasha elaborates.

Almost reflexively you look to Wanda to find her staring at her wife. The look isn’t entirely inviting and you take note of that.

You look directly towards Wanda as you speak, “I don't want to impose or be anymore of an inconvenience than I already have. I can actually just go home and try again.”

You attempt to get out of bed, but Wanda places a hand on your chest, keeping you down, “Y/n, you will never be an inconvenience to me. I don't want to keep you here if you’re uncomfortable, but if Nat thinks this could help you then I think it’s worth a shot.”

Your skin is hot under her hand, and you hope she can’t feel the way your heart is beating. It truly shouldn’t feel like such a big deal, you’ve laid with Wanda before . You knew what it was like to have her arms tightly secured around you while she played with your hair until your nerves died. Something about it felt more innocent then.

Now that you were both adults and Wanda was married, it almost seemed like crossing a line.

“What if this works?” You say looking between the couple. They share a quick look at each other before fixing their eyes on you.

“ We’ll cross that bridge when we get there lisichka. We should all get some rest, tomorrow will be very hectic for everyone,” Natasha again reassures you.

“ Do you want something more comfortable to sleep in?” Wanda says, as she pinches the fabric of your work shirt.

You nod lightly and not even a second later Natasha is shoving some pajamas in your hand. She points you to the direction on the restroom and you go leaving the two redheads alone for a moment.

“Natalia,” Wanda’s voice is low and cold as she speaks to her wife.

Natasha shrugs, “What was I supposed to do, Wanda? Did you see the poor girl?”

“You did this to prove a point,” Wanda keeps her voice down with much effort.

“I think you’re doing that all on your own. This is simply helping a friend out. It’s not like you haven’t shared bed with her before,” Natasha shoots back.

“T-this is different,” she stumbles over her words.

“Why?” Natasha raises an eyebrow at her wife.

“Can we drop this please?” Wanda looks away.

Her wife reaches to caress her face, “Detka, we can drop it for now but sooner or later we’re going to have to talk about your feelings.”

Wanda draws in a large breath . She focuses on the way Natasha’s thumb cascades across her cheek.

She looks at her wife, “I love you. More than anything Natalia. I would never put you through anything that I think would hurt us. This to me is the most important everything .”

“I’m not doubting that baby. I’m not asking you this question to make you pick between the two, I just want some clarity,” Natasha kisses Wanda briefly after speaking.

Before Wanda can speak again you’re back in the room. You stand awkwardly as the couple behind you to the bed.

“So, how does this work? Do you want me on the edge or in the middle or..?”

“We’re following your lead little krolik."

Alarms go off in your brain but the aren't loud enough in your sleep deprived state. You take your place at the edge of the bed, closest to Wanda.

You try your best to keep your arms stiffly to yourself. There isn't any chance that you'd willingly embarrass yourself further.

It would be so easy to put your arm around her waist. The more you think the less sleep you get.

Wanda can sense the tense state of your body. Natasha words echo in her mind and it causes her to hesitate. Usually she would’ve already taken initiative to make sure you were comfortable. However here she was, scared that the feeling of your arms around her would send her into an overload.

“Can I- ” your sentence is aided by the action of your hand coming to rest respectfully on her stomach.

Wanda doesn’t speak but her hand lands gently over yours, keeping it in place. You relax at the action and unintentionally pull the woman closer to you. Her back is flush against your front as soft snores fall from your lips. You fall asleep instantly.

She doesn't want to admit it, but being this close to you makes her heart thunder in her chest. She feels warm in your hold. It’s a new feeling.

Being held by you is different than holding you herself. Her free hand reaches out for her wife. Natasha scoots closer, to be face to face with Wanda. Her hand interlaces itself with Wanda’s.

Natasha kisses the back of Wanda’s hand, “I love you.”

“Love you more,” Wanda whispers as her eyes flutter shut.

The three women lay together. For once their minds are quiet as they sleep. It’s peaceful, something that they can revel in before the storm of the morning disrupts their peace.

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Jibber-jabber

Pairing : Mason Mount x reader

Theme : Fluff

This was so so so cute I had a blast writing it!

Your relationship with Mason wasn’t a secret amongst his fans. Two years ago, Mason asked you to be his girlfriend and a few months later, he uploaded a picture of you on his Instagram story which proved all those rumours that has been flying around to be true. His fans had found your social media way before Mason posted or confirmed anything and it was only because they saw Mason following you, a random girl with no more than 1000 followers and never missed to leave a like on every posts of yours though he never left any comments.

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Even though everyone knew you were together and that you were no longer an unfamiliar face amongst the fans, you chose to keep it as private as you can. There would be an occasional pictures of you guys holding hands together or showing off your matching socks or a 2 seconds view of him in your Instagram story to which the fanpages would cut the part of the 15 seconds video and reposted it with the slow motion effect. It wasn’t because you were trying to hide anything or trying to be mysterious but it was because you wanted to use the social media platforms as your personal diary and no one stayed on one topic in their diary.

You had been staying at Mason’s house a lot this month as he tried to sort out his contract which meant he wasn’t at home that much so you would occasionally treat yourself on a solo date where you would took a stroll near the park or got yourself a coffee at the new coffee shop you came across. It was therapeutic sometimes to spend time with yourself.

But today, it was different. Mason asked you out to buy some stuffs at a department store. You told Mason that you wanted to do a vlog and that he didn’t have to be in it. He didn’t mind, of course but what he didn’t knew was that it wasn’t actually a vlog.

You already had your phone recording when you did your makeup earlier so as you talked thorough all the products that you were using, you decided to talk about the plan as well but in a whispering tone now. Not that Mason could hear but just to be safe. “So, we’re going out and I wanted to prank him. I’m gonna chatter about 20 random topics I could think about at one time and none of it are gonna make any sense. I’m not sure how he’s gonna react because he never gets annoyed with me so…”

“Babe, you ready?”

“Yeah!”

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“So, I went to this one bakery the other day, yeah?”

Mason had his hand on your thigh, like he always did whenever he drives and nodded to your question. Your phone was propped against something on the car dash to record both you and Mason. You had asked him once again if he wanted to be in the camera and he said of course he wanted to be seen in the camera with his girlfriend.

“And I asked the worker which one was the best-selling and she said it was pain au chocolat but they had a new menu that made them won the— Oh! Do you know the history of pain au chocolat?”

Mason blinked, trying to catch up with you before shaking his head. “No, I don’t know but babe, what about the new menu?”

“Mase, listen! So August Zang..”

“Wait, who’s Zang?”

“The one who brought pain au chocolat to France! This is why you should listen.”

“Okay, baby, I’m listening.”

“Oh! And there was this cute dog that passed by—”

“Was it Zang’s dog?”

“….what? Mase…” You gave in and cackled at his question. “That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Oh, yeah, tell me about it, princess.” He pinched on his furrowed brows, didn’t find this whole thing funny, in fact, it was kinda stressing him out but were you gonna stop? Not yet, of course so you continued.

“Then I felt like getting a green tea but there was a stranger that walked past me and the smell of coffee from the one that she was holding— the new menu was something to do with cranberry I think.”

“Okay, babe, are you okay?” He teared his eyes away from the road as the traffic light turned red and placed his hand on the side of your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you…want me to stop talking?” You leaned into his touch and trailed off.

“No, no. Keep talking. The topics are kinda complicated but I’ll manage. So, you were talking about the dog, yeah? No? Was it the coffee? Cranberry? Zang? Which one do you want start with?”

“I want to talk about the street art I saw…” You forlornly returned his gaze.

“Okay, I don’t mind adding one more topic. Let’s take it slow, okay? What about the street art?” Mason stroked his thumb against your jawline and took your hand in his. To him, you looked the most adorable when you talked. He had a hard time catching up, sure but he didn’t mind. The sight of you blabbering, the way you bit your lips to think off the next topic, the way your hands moved randomly with every words you said. He sworn he wouldn’t trade this moment with anything else. He was listening attentively but he also couldn’t stop gazing at you full of admiration. His precious girl.

To you, he didn’t look annoyed, didn’t look irritated. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to read his mind but the public could be the one to decide on that when you posted the video on your Tiktok.

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Hey! If your still taking requests, I was wondering if you can do Rayman/Ramon being a father to him and His S/os kids? I can see Rayman being his kids to work, like bring your kid to work day, that would be so cute

Thank you for the request !

I’ve been struggling to get back writing for quite a few days now , had a massive writer’s block phase … I’m really sorry I took so long to get this done ! Hopefully I’ll finish the next request a bit faster ;-; 

Anyway , I really enjoyed writing this one : I love the idea of Rayman being a sweetheart to his kids … it brings me joy :,) 

Hope it turned out okay ! 

And again , sorry about the inconvenience ;( 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Rayman 🧡

Two words : Best Dad . 

Rayman has always had a soft spot for children , so now that he has a family with you , the love of his life , he truly feels like the luckiest man alive .

He knows that he can’t be around all the time , but whenever he’s there he wants to be as present as possible and make everyone smile … that’s probably the most important thing for him .

Rayman is more than happy to bring his children along to work when he is allowed to , and the sheer enthusiasm he has when talking to them and answering their questions is surely something to behold …

< Ohh - what is that , Dad ? > 

< That is the television production studio , sweetie : it’s the place from where the things I say get filmed and then put on tv . 

It’s one of the most important rooms in this building , and the one where I spend more time into . > 

< That’s so cool !! 

Can we go in there now Dad ? Can we ? Can we ? Can we ? > 

< Hehe , alright , let’s go !

Just be careful and stay close to me , okay ? > 

< Okay ! > 

Rayman isn’t bothered in the slightest by the fact that his coworkers and staff members could see him and his kids , and if anyone has complaints about it ?

Well , he is ready to have an hours long argument with them if necessary , so most people don’t even try to talk about it … at least not out loud . 

When he comes back home , despite how tired he may be , Rayman is pretty much always down to see what his children have been up to while he was away : 

they crafted something or made a drawing ? He will see it .

They want to tell him all about something cool that happened today ? He will give them his full attention .

< Dad ! Dad look , it’s you ! We made it together ! > 

< Wow - that’s such a good drawing you made there ! I love it ! > 

Rayman makes sure to keep every little thing they gift him , and sometimes you can find him sitting somewhere , smiling while staring at something they made …

< Aw , is that a new one Ray ? > 

< Mhm …

Y’know y/n , sometimes I look at you and our family and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have all this .

I can’t thank you enough for staying with me … I love you , I love you so much ~ > 

< I love you too sweetie … I’m so lucky to have you as well ~ > 

Ramon 🖤

Saying that Ramon will do anything to keep you and your kids safe is an understatement …

He is ready to throw his life away to ensure that , and that often brings him to make many , many dangerous decisions .

< y/n ? Is … is Dad okay … ? > 

< Don’t worry hun , he just needs some rest and he’ll feel better soon …

Still Ram , that’s not an excuse for doing stuff like that . 

Please , please promise me you’ll never do it again … > 

< I … hnn … I’m sorry … I just - I forget myself sometimes …

I’ll try to be more careful , I promise . > 

Ramon’s softer side is especially visible when he is spending time with your children , playing with them …

< Aha ! We got you ! >

< Heh , you got me … >

< And now you’re trapped , forever !! >

< Noo - how could I be so easily defeated ?? >

You can’t help but smile whenever you see your partner like that , at this point only ever smiles when you’re all together : it’s the one thing that keeps him sane . 

Since he doesn’t want to make your kids worry about how bad things actually are , with Eden constantly on the hunt for him and his beloved family , Ramon most likely confides  to you at night , when his tormented thoughts prevent him from getting some much needed rest …

< y/n … ? > 

< Hey love … can’t sleep … ? > 

< … yeah … 

This is just such a huge mess … I really have no idea how we’re gonna make it through this with those assholes constantly looking for us .

You deserve better … our children deserve better … maybe the both of you should - > 

< No . I know what you’re about to say , and I’ll never leave you , no matter what happens .

I know that … things aren’t easy right now , and I honestly have no idea what’s gonna happen next … but I know we’re going to get through this , and we will be happy , all three of us … I promise . > 

Your loving words always manage to give Ramon some reassurance , and with a momentary sense of peace he eventually manages to fall asleep in your arms , grateful to have you and your kids by his side . 

He will do everything in his power to keep you safe , no matter what it takes . 

[godesssiri]

10 Thrifting tips the thrilling continuation

I am a dedicated thrifter and I have done a few thrifting tips posts, things to look for, how to find the best stuff. I had an excellent day thrifting today and decided it was a good day to polish up a draft I had and post it. So read more for tips to get the goodies.

If you buy fairly plain wooden furniture, it doesn’t take a whole lot of expertise to refinish it. You can get a cheap palm sander for less than 50 bucks, and a small tin of furniture wax goes a long, long, loooong way. Or you can get Danish oil if you want a satin finish or Teak oil for a gloss finish. Don’t let Youtube videos make you believe you have to test out 10 zillion different coloured stains unless you are aiming for a very specific look. Just make sure you slap something nourishing on the wood after you’ve sanded it. Also remember that whatever product you use; multiple light coats will come out better than one thick coat. There’s a huge amount of satisfaction in looking at a gorgeous chunk of wood you’ve bought back to life.

French milled/triple milled soap. Old ladies like to give soap as gifts and people tend to stick it in their drawer to scent their clothes and never actually use it, eventually they have a clean out and this unused soap goes to the thrift store still in it’s original paper wrapping. This soap is expensive. This soap is fantastic. The milling process creates a very different product than the bars you get at the supermarket. It doesn’t go goopy and melty even if you leave it sitting in a puddle in your shower, it’s not as drying to your skin, the scent stays on your skin for longer. These bars last for months, it’s well worth picking them up if you like the scent.

Blue Willow. Would you like to have a nice set of china but don’t want to drop a lot of money on something that might look dated in 10 years? Collect blue willow from thrift stores. Blue willow has been around for hundreds of years and it’s going to be around for hundreds more. It can be slotted in to almost any home style, classical, boho, maximalist, scandi, etc, etc. Because it’s been around for so long pretty much every manufacturer has done it, so you find it really often at thrift stores and it’s easy to pick up a couple of plates here and a serving bowl there. Also, because so many companies have done it over such a long period it’s possible to pick up modern dishwasher safe dinner plates that you can use alongside a lovely 100-year-old antique gravy boat.

Gifts. Never feel ashamed of buying gifts from thrift stores. The perfect vintage item is way more meaningful than any amount of new stuff. And if you’re buying for someone who doesn’t like vintage; if something looks new and undamaged how is the recipient going to know that it’s not new?

Get yourself a thrifting routine. You’re gonna find the best stuff if you go often so don’t just randomly go every now and then. People who say they never find anything are the ones who only call into a thrift store every couple of months and expect something amazing to just drop into their lap. Set a day once a week, or every other week or once a month, but make a commitment to go on a regular basis.

If you see something that you think you like but you’re not 100% sure, as long as you can afford it and have a place for it, get the thing. Take it home, live with it. Maybe you’ll decide you don’t really like it and take it back to the thrift store and consider the price you paid a charitable donation. But sometimes you bring something home that you kinda like and end up absolutely loving it. Some of my favourite things in my house are things I wasn’t completely sure about when I was in the thrift store. There’s nothing worse than the regret of leaving something behind because you weren’t sure about it, then deciding actually I do want that thing, but it’s gone, and you’ll never find another quite like it.

If possible, go with someone who knows your likes/tastes. It’s amazing the number of times I’ve been in a thrift store with my mother or best friend, and they’ve found something I love that I hadn’t even noticed. Plus they’ll be dirty rotten enablers and encourage you to buy the thing that you love but you’re not sure you can justify to yourself.

There are a bunch of Youtubers who do thrift flips. If there’s some décor item that’s in all the stores at the moment and you love it, but can’t justify spending money on it, then it might be worth looking up to see if anyone has done a thrift flip and can give you a tutorial on how to turn a thrifted item into the hot décor items of your dreams.

Keep the cycle going. If you have stuff in your home that you no longer use/love, then donate it. If you’ve traded up and found something better but your original thing still has life in it, donate. Even if you originally bought something from a thrift store no one is gonna be mad if you send it right on back (unless you’ve used it to death, and it really should be heading for landfill).

Don’t put yourself in a box. Don’t refuse to get something because it’s not ‘your style’. What is ‘your style’? Things that you love, that make you happy. Do you love this thing? Does it make you smile? Then it’s your style. Honestly style is something that evolves organically, that grows and expands as we’re exposed to new things. If you try to follow a certain style rigidly then you’ll end up with a home that looks boring and cookie-cutter. Throw in something unexpected that speaks to you. Then throw in another of those things and another and another and pretty soon you’ll end up with a home that actually is your style – maybe you just don’t know what your style really is yet. I think of myself as very confident in my style, but I’m constantly stumbling across new things that I didn’t know I needed in my life.

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[suhnshinehaos]

growing pains : act three, part three (2/2)

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor act three, part three wc : ~1.3k

act three : the unexpected love  ➤  part 3 : editor-director supreme

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

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“are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” jun asks, his hand on the back of your chair. but you don’t look back at him, your focus on the screen in front of you as you review the pictures you just took of him. 

it’s a routine at this point. he’s taken his makeup off, he’s back in the clothes he wore earlier in the day. he tells you that he could give you a ride home, especially considering how late it was. the set’s being cleaned up, the staffs is putting away their things, yet you’re showing no sign of getting ready to leave.

“don’t worry, i won’t stay too long.”

“you said that last time.” jun replies. a sigh escapes his lips right after, knowing that there’s no convincing you. like someone else he knew, you were much too dedicated to your work. despite knowing that you don’t see him, he fights off the smile threatening to make its way on his lips. minghao never confirmed in his text that he would actually go, but he knew his friend.

he pats your shoulder a couple of times. “alright. let me know when you get home.”

“i will, thanks.” you finally look up at him with a smile. “great work today, jun. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“you too, yn. take it easy, okay?”

jun leaves and you place your attention back towards your laptop, taking note of the pictures you knew you would be making the cut. you don’t even attempt to fight off the frown on your face when you realize that most of them were made from the instructions that minghao had given. of course, you made your own calls and decisions for some of the photos as well, but it disheartened you a bit that they weren’t as good.

you’re not too sure how long it’s been since jun left. or how many goodbyes you’ve said to people, the lighting crew, the stylists, the production assistants. you’re sure that you’ve pretty much burned through the arrow keys of your laptop that the symbols have partially faded. your eyes feel heavier and your lean back in your seat, stretching your arms over your head as you let out a yawn.

“you shouldn’t be here this late.”

you stop yourself mid-yawn. eyes wide as you turn to the source of the sound.

xu minghao stands there, just a few of feet away. his hands are stuffed inside the pockets of his pants, and there’s a look on his face that you can’t quite place. there’s a feeling building in the pit of your stomach, an emotion you can’t quite place either. perhaps contempt. maybe surprise.

still, you wonder why he’s here in the first place. especially after not showing up the past couple of days. 

“neither should you.” 

you don’t mean for your tone to be so sharp, but you turn away from him and back to the screen.

“that’s fair.” minghao chuckles, but it’s devoid of humor or lightheartedness. he walks towards you, dragging one of the nearby chairs with him. 

you raise a brow when he places the chair next to yours, not close enough for your arms to brush but not too far that you don’t register the scent of his cologne, and takes a seat. “what are you doing?”

“keeping you company.” he brings your laptop towards, so it’s right in between the two of you. minghao scrolls through the very top and begins looking through the photos.

you bite the inside of your cheek, and you can’t help but stare at him in complete astonishment. not even five minutes in and he’s already taken charge. it’s already off hours, and he wasn’t even there for the shoot. what gave him the nerve?

“look at the photos, not me.”

his voice is as monotone as it comes and you scoff, but still turn your gaze back towards the screen. “are you sure you’re just keeping me company?”

“hm.” minghao hums, not exactly answering your question and continuing to breeze through the photos. his lips are pressed into a thin line and his brows are furrowed. “these are good. great work, yn.”

you blink back your shock, trying your hardest not to turn to him once more. it almost feels strange to be complimented, mostly because he says it in such a matter-of-fact way that it doesn’t even feel like a compliment. “it’s thanks to your suggestions.”

minghao sees you in his peripheral, and he’s aware enough to pick out the slight disdain in your tone. he shakes his head, stopping at one of the pictures where he knows he didn’t have any sort of influence in — a picture that didn’t come from one of his suggestions.

“not all of them. look-” he turns the laptop slightly towards you, both of you leaning in closer. “-this is an interesting one. dynamic, good movement. exposure is a bit too much, but nothing that can’t be fixed in post.”

you nod, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. even when he’s giving out compliments, he still can’t help but critique something. it almost feels strange to have this sense of disdain towards someone, having never experienced the feeling before. nearly all of the projects you’ve worked on have been a collaborative effort, you’re not entirely used to someone exerting this amount of control on a shoot.

was it earned? of course. your coworkers spoke so highly of him that you couldn’t help but do a bit of research on your own. minghao was already building an impressive portfolio before you were even accepted into university. he was nothing short of a prodigy. 

a silence falls between the two of you, and minghao can’t help but take one more quick glance at you as you processed his words. he doesn’t fail to notice the subtle clench of your jaw, or the quiet yet sharp intake of breath. 

“did i-” he pauses, trying to find the right words. “-strike a nerve?”

you let the question hang in the air for a few more seconds. you bite your lip, then your tongue.

“no.”

the project wasn’t over yet, and you weren’t looking to create any bad blood. still, you could feel minghao’s gaze on you; intense, searching for any sign of dishonesty in your answer through your features. if he does find any, he chooses not to call you out on it.

the tension in the air is thick, palpable even as he continues to go through the photos, dictating the edits to be made and what could be improved. you nod along, opening the notes app in your phone to jot down everything he was saying. as much as you hated to admit it, his passion and expertise are as tangible as the tension. for a bit, the disdain you have was replaced with awe.  

you’re not sure many minutes have passed until a security guard came up to both of you, telling you it was time to lock up.

“do you need a ride back?” he asks as you both exit the building.   

“i’ll be taking the bus.” you nod towards the stop directly in front of the building. “thank you for the offer.”

“it’s late.”

“i’ll be fine.”

minghao sighs. there’s clearly no convincing you. 

“alright. i hope you get back safe.”

the unmistakable sincerity in both his words and his tone surprises you for a second. you’re not sure if this is the same person you had just been going through photos with.

“i hope you do too.”

you mean it, and he can tell despite the apparent nonchalance in your expression. 

without another word, you both go your separate ways.

from reese, with love <3

oh my ynhao... this is just the beginning you've still got quite the journey ahead hehe ++ some mh backstory crumbs,, we'll get more as the act progresses ;> hope you all enjoyed reading, i'd love to know what you think of our first written part of the act !! hope you're all doing well and taking care !

[pricegouge]

my memory is so bad so if u’ve done this before just ignore but bear!price taking care of bunny on her period by snacks cuddles & orgasms :] & the sight & taste of her blood on him just makes him go a bit feral. sorry if it’s too weird😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Forgetful fighters unite 👊🏻

Sorry this took so long! Weirdly busy and then it turned out I actually needed this treatment too so uhh… hopefully it's not too late to bring you comfort, but at least it's a long one?

There actually is some of this in the actual fic (ch. 7? I think? Idk, I also forgot.) That being said, let's get you some fruit, bitch.

CW for period sex & oral. Tampon stays in for some of the foreplay, sorry. Pussy slapping, rough sex, breeding kink, light primal play, spit kink, mild dub con, and a spoiler for the main story if you haven't read it yet.

I think this'll have to be pretty early on in their relationship just because I like when Bunny's not used to being spoiled okay bye hope you enjoy :)

You're pretty sure he takes it personally, as if each cycle that passes is a mark against his abilities as both a man and a bear. John had yet to admit it but you knew he wanted to breed you, and every month marked by the arrival of your period meant he'd failed (you weren't even letting him try yet, really); worse, he'd let his mate suffer through another week of ill-designed resource waste.

He told you once he can smell it on you days before it actually started. It was weird, sure, but hard to complain when it always triggered some sort of pseudo-sympathetic response in him. He'd get grouchy because he was ridiculous, but never with you. Instead he spends the days leading up to your period doing some sort of nesting ritual comprised of overstuffing his cabinets with more pads, tampons, and snacks than you'd ever be able to use up in a single cycle. And towels. You're pretty certain no one has ever just happened to own this many towels.

"Maybe we should go back to pretending you don't know what my uterus is up to?" You'd teased him once while helping to unload his latest haul. You couldn't imagine him feeling obliged to buy you super plus overnight pads, an industrial sized bottle of midol, and what seemed to be an entire production run of your favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor was anyway to keep the romance alive after all. 

But John had looked so dejected at your suggestion. "Why? Did I forget something?" 

"Freezer space?" You'd laughed, shaking a bulk box of potato skins at him.

But it was no laughing matter the next day when you felt like you could've eaten him out of house and home if not for how thoroughly he'd prepared. You haven't teased him about it since, too scared to ruin a good thing. 

That doesn't mean you've gotten used to all the ways he likes to spoil you this time of month, though.

John's always so good at taking care of you, it's kind of unfair. You never plan on leaving him but it's times like this - when you've been airheaded and confused all day, snapping at coworkers for no good reason and apologizing minutes later when you realize you were the problem all along; when you let yourself back into his apartment and curl up to rot on the couch, too tired to even make yourself dinner while you wait on John to wrap up at the bar only for him to stumble through the door hours later with a hot to go container of garbage nachos and a paper bag tucked under his arm full of pads and tampons and more snacks than you'd ever be able to eat in your life -.

It's times like this when you realize if you ever do leave him, you'll be totally fucked.

"Is that what's wrong with me today?" you ask, pointing your toe at the haul he's currently unloading onto the counter.

He sniffs the air pointedly just because he knows it'll make you scrunch up your nose in distaste. "Tomorrow morning, I'd say."

You groan as you sit up, preparing yourself for the trek to the kitchen to get sustenance, but John brings you the nachos before you can get much further than the edge of the couch. "Thanks," you mumble as he places them in front of you, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Or at least he pretends to. When he lingers, mouth moving against your skin, you know he's checking your temp. "You're welcome, honey. How you feeling?"

"Fine. Just tired and kinda airheaded."

"Poor bunny."

You hum in agreement but it turns to pleasure as you open the nachos up and get hit in the face with the smell of pulled pork and melty cheese. It's still hot which means it was the last thing the kitchen made before cleaning, probably kept in the oven even after it had been shut off to help keep it fresh while he ran to the store. Sometimes it makes you want to cry how thoughtful he is, but you ask him if he'd like to share instead. John shakes his head, eyeing the jalapenos warily. You snag one off the top and eat it plain just to show off. It's fresh and crunchy, none of that pickled shit. Delicious. "You still gonna kiss me later?"

Laughing quietly, John pulls you in for a quick, whiskery kiss. "Gonna take more than some greenery to stop me there."

***

Your cramps wake you up earlier than God the next morning. Despite it being only three in the morning, John's awake when you crawl back in bed, holding his arms wide for you to slide between. He could sleep through an earthquake, maybe even a robbery; but he always stirred awake if you left the bed for more than five minutes. 

"Need me, bunny?" 

You do, but you can't admit it yet. "Can you be big spoon?" You ask instead, knowing full well that wasn't quite what he meant.

He knew you knew it too, cocky bastard. Voice too thick to be properly chuffed, he still sounded quite pleased with himself when he rolled you over with a thick, "Of course, honey." 

John always runs at a temperature you're fairly certain should've gotten him admitted to a long term care unit by now, but in the dead of night, when he's all sleep soft and blanket warm, his skin is positively sweltering. He uses it to his advantage now, sealing himself against your achy back and reaching around you to cup what he can of your lower belly in his wide palm, letting you dictate how much pressure he uses. 

"Thanks," you grumble when he gets it just right, and you feel the bristle of his mustache when he smiles against the nape of your neck.

"Whatever you need, sweetheart." 

Whether you admit it or not, he means. 

He's patient enough to wait until you start wiggling in pain. He's not always. Sometimes the pressure of his hands turns groping, or his length grows against your back when he plants his nose to the hollow behind your ear, samples your scent with each breath. He'll tell you you smell good if you're lucky, some variation of 'delicious' if you're not. And now, while his actions are patient, his words aren't. "Smell good enough to eat, bunny."

Heat climbs up your throat, flames your cheeks. The problem is, he means it, and you're never sure what to do with that information.

"Wanna sleep, John," you breathe, lying. He drops it for the night anyway, letting you rest as peacefully as you are able with his body pressed up against your own.

***

He's lazy with you all morning, sitting you between his thick thighs and letting you lean against his chest as he sprawls across the couch. Officially, you're watching a movie together, but John does not seem at all engrossed in it; too busy running his hands up your thighs, middle finger following the seam of your bottoms far too high. It's embarrassing, your paranoia telling you you're leaking, growing damp under his palm. You know that's what he wants, though; wants you soaked, has never been too particular about the details of it.

Well, that's not entirely fair. John loves when you're soaked in blood. 

"Never been one to turn my nose up at a nice juicy rabbit," he'd told you once, and something about his tone made it clear he didn't mean turning you down over something as trivial as blood.

"Should I be worried you're gonna eat me some day?" You'd asked, laugh slightly nervous. 

"Oh, bunny," he'd leered, "I'm gonna eat you now."

It drove him crazy. Made him so hungry for you there were days you wouldn't even get cramps because he wouldn't leave you alone long enough for them to develop. Today wouldn't be one of those days - couldn't be, because he had to work later -, but the way he's actually bothering to take his time, building up your pleasure before he even technically gets his hands on you, you know he's planning on leaving you unwound for hours.

He doesn't bother slipping beneath the hem of your loose bottoms when he does finally give up pretenses, rubbing you through the thin material with the flat of his fingers. You know your concerns were valid when he groans. 

"So wet for me, sweetheart." His hand comes away streaked slightly red, and you only squawk a little when he licks it clean. 

This time he gets his fingers under your hem, eager as they explore your folds, seeking the font at the center of you. He grunts as if in disappointment when he feels the string of your tampon, but then laughs meanly, a low rumble in his chest which spills from him like springtime melt off over the gravel of a dry creek bed.

"Got you this wet even with this thing in, did I?" 

"That's not how it -." 

"No?" His free hand pulls your waist band down to your thighs. He shows you the mess he's made, sticky cum stringing between his fingers where it doesn't quite mix perfectly with the blood that stains his fingers. "What's this, then? Hm?" You feel like you might spontaneously combust when he licks his fingers again, groaning. "Tastes like cum to me." 

"John," you whine, tummy fluttering in a way you're not sure you're completely on board with. 

"You love it," he asserts anyway, and you're in no position to argue when his spit soaked fingers find your clit again.

He never fills you with anything more than you already have, makes you whine your dissatisfaction into the crook of his neck. You cum anyway, pussy throbbing the kind of womb-deep pain that comes easiest this time of month. He slaps you there, after, the sharp jolts making you clenching down hard enough to have your cervix aching deliciously.

When he deems you've had enough time to recover, John orders you bed.

"Gotta…" you point illustratively at the bathroom and he nods once in understanding. 

"Don't bother cleaning up though, only gonna make more of a mess." 

"You're a dog," you tell him, and then very much do clean yourself up, because it's a very heavy flow day and no one needs all that. 

He's still in his sweats when you return to him, lounging across a towel-covered bed. He pouts when he sees you've cleaned up, but is easily soothed with kisses when he pulls you into his lap. You don't bother commenting on his sweats after he leans back and slides you up his belly, encouraging you to grind against the thick thatch of hair there. It's soft, doesn't provide enough friction to do anything other than make you leak all over him. John does not seem sympathetic, too engrossed in the way his hair darkens under your ministrations, gleaming wetly in the sunlight streaming through the window. When his thumb finds your clit, he's rough about it. He holds you in place with his free hand wrapped around to the small of your back, only letting you move enough to keep you rocking against him. He doesn't build up to it, just instantly starts in with the kind of tight, firm circles that make you buck in overstimulation, moaning when you find you have nowhere to go.

"Christ, listen to her." Embarrassment floods you when you realize he's not talking about the pathetic noises falling from your mouth. It's like he's commenting on some particularly nice weather when he continues, "Nothing better than the sound of a bloody, wet cunt."

You cum with a sharp cry when he switches his thumb out for a mean press of two knuckles against you, and it's like he hardly even notices, eyes still latched on where you stain his skin. He doesn't let you ride it out either, drawing his hand away the second he feels your pussy flutter over his belly, clenching around nothing. You watch him lick his fingers clean as he tips you over onto the bed. He doesn't take his eyes from your core when he follows, kneeling between your feet before lowering himself to his belly. 

He looks starved. Looks more bear than man, honestly.

"If you lick your chops I swear I'm kicking you out of bed." 

A single huff of laughter blows across your mons, cool where it meets your soaked skin. John does in fact lick his chops, an aborted little joke he's too focused to fully sell. It makes you squirm, the way he looks at you - a butterfly pinned before it's fully died. Part of you hates how much you love this, still feels dirty whenever you see him bloody down to his chest. Despite his eagerness, there's always a nagging thought at the back of your mind which wonders if he's putting on a show for you, if he feels like he owes you this because it's the best way to make you feel better. The fucking was one thing - half driven insane the way he is each month by the fact you're still not full of his cubs, you suppose the fucking makes sense. Still, there's no way he wants this, surely.

But John never looks more bear-like than he does in these moments, half starved and rabid as he stares down at you like his latest kill, and you know there is simply no faking how much he wants you. 

"Pretty little cunt doesn't know what's good for her, bunny." John's voice is thick and dark as the blood that paints his lips. "Won't take my seed, keeps wasting all your energy on this bloody little cycle." He tuts, hands spreading your thighs so he can better fit between them. "Have to try harder, won't we?" 

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, licking along the crease of your thigh and groaning at the salty mix of sweat and spend. It's all so hot, slick. The rough texture of his tongue barely even noticeable through the juices that coat it when he licks fat stripes across the whole of you. He's sloppy, huffing and groaning into you each time he finds some new reserve of slick hidden within your folds. Usually, John likes to get you sighing in pleasure before he gets his fingers on you like this, but he isn't patient enough today, it seems. After licking you clean, he moves onto your clit and gives it some sweet little kisses that smack horribly, his fingers finding your entrance and drawing out more blood and slick which he doesn't hesitate to lick up as well. 

"Taste so fucking good, bunny," he growls; or at least, you think he does. Hard to be sure, the way he speaks directly to your pussy. When he does draw back to be sure you hear him, his beard is matted and soaked, his eyes wine dark. "Wanna split you open bunny."

You're not sure he means on his cock, but that's what you get anyway. 

John doesn't bother rubbing your slick over him, just pushes his waistband under his balls and lines himself up, sinking to his root with a heavy groan; his head bowed forward like he doesn't have the energy left to support it. It aches but you're powerless to do anything but take it, loving the way he notches against the very end of you, cervix so sore and sensitive he puts you on the knife edge of pain and pleasure without even trying. Your hands grapple up his thick forearms and he finally seems to notice your presence underneath him, lowering himself enough he can lick into your mouth. His mustache is soaked where it presses against you, smell strong enough to flip your tummy a bit. 

John notices. He chuckles, not giving you an inch to breathe. "Rabbits don't like blood, do they?" 

You shake your head, hypocrisy burning your throat at the way you enjoy him eating you out despite the blood when you can't stomach the same. 

"That's right, need your bear to take care of you like this, don't you?" His hips draw back in one smooth motion, accentuate his words when they snap back in.

"Yes, please," you stutter. Worked up and teased as you are, you know you won't last long. 

"Don't worry, bunny. I'll take care of you." He pushes himself back up so he looms over you, forearms flexing under your fingertips. He shakes one of your hands loose, bears his hips into you to support his weight as he brings one hand up to your jaw, fingers staining as he tilts your face just so, hinging your mouth open. "I'll fuck you just like you need, but you're gonna let me use that mouth however I want."

Even his spit is blood stained and pink as he dangles a string of it into your mouth. You whine at the taste when it coats your tongue, rust and salt. Somehow more metallic than even the smell of it. 

A predator sensing weakness, John snarls at your whine, shoves all four of his coated fingers into your mouth while his thumb strokes your jaw, too heavy to be soothing. "Suck," he orders, voice barely human. You wonder how close his other form is to the surface, if the fingers in your mouth will change shape if you can't appease him. Assure him you're his adamantly enough. The thought makes you clench on his cock, sucking the wide breadth of his fingers messily.

"Good rabbit," he growls. He adjusts your hips against his own, sinks impossibly deeper. He barely bothers to pull out when he fucks you, thatch of hair over his cock grinding against your clit as he rocks into you. When he speaks again, you're not certain you're supposed to hear.

"Drive me fucking crazy, bunny. Walking around smelling like my next fucking meal." His hips slap into you, pace increasing but depth never changing. 

You whine around the fingers in your mouth, hands scrambling over his chest, down his belly. You remember how full he'd been after Phil, the way his skin had been drawn so taut. His words should scare you, probably, but his teeth are none too sharp when he sinks them into the fat of your breast. 

"Shit, John," you hiss and he releases your flesh with a slobbery sound.

"Gonna fill you with my cub so I can drink from these too," he promises. You just nod dumbly, the thought of him feeding from you in any way he wanted doing things for you you never thought it would. "Get you full of my cub so you can stop. Fucking. Bleeding all the time," his hips accentuate his words and you groan, fingers finding your clit until he rips his hand from your mouth and slaps you away. Spit soaked, he rubs your clit deliciously, only getting more assertive when your hips fall open for him like a flower in bloom. 

"Dangerous thing, bunny. Blood in the water. He leans over, weight pinning you when he takes your earlobe into his mouth with bloody force. "Tasty little thing, too. Gonna eat you right up," he snarls.

Your orgasm pulls his from him, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths between wet, sloppy licks. It's hard to mind the taste when your whole body is pulsing deliciously, a flood of blood and cum flowing from you when John pulls out. It feels like he's taken a whole day off your period when you see how much of a mess he's made. 

He knows how your head can throb briefly, after coming with his cock lodged in your cervix. John lays you across the pillows while he starts cleaning up, bringing a wet washcloth out to wipe the worst of the mess from you. When you're ready, he joins you in the shower, lathering you both up until the water runs clear. 

"Feeling better, honey?" he asks, nose buried in the crook of your neck. Innocent and sweet, like he didn't just threaten to impregnate and eat you by turns. 

"For now." You're still rubbing soap into his hairy belly absently, so you grope the soft flesh there and laugh when he jolts. "You're not gonna eat me, are you?"

You feel his huff of laughter. He begins to shake his head and then thinks better of it, standing to his full height so he can tower over you when he says, "Depends on how soon you let me put a baby in you."

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[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: July 6th, 2024 🎀

Blurry linterest photos because that's how my head felt all day yesterday. The 6th was not a good day for me. My co worker (a "lead" for our location) made me cry twice, to the point I left work and had a meeting with our manager because I was fed up with it. I don't understand what his problem with me is, but it's whatever.

My roommate up here, who came with me from the same original workplace, is being super weird, too. I thought her and I were going to be good friends out here and have fun doing stuff together, but instead, she's kind of turned her back on me and is spending all her time with a certain group of guys from work which just seems super strange. She had made all these plans with me before we got here and then completely ditched me for guys. But, she is pretty immature and has become someone I don't necessarily want to spend time without her, so maybe it's a blessing in disguise that I'm on my own out here.

Anywho, onto the daily breakdown:

💗 What I Accomplished:

worked an 8.5 hour shift

did my morning skincare and morning journaling

did my night time skincare and journaling

took a ~2ish hour nap after work

studied the Korean alphabet A LOT using the Learn Korean - Hangul app on my iPad and the Write Korean app on my phone. I can tell I'm going to struggle with pronunciation but thats why I have an italki teacher!

didn't spend any money unnecessarily

rode the busses home all on my lonesome

💔 What Could've Gone Better:

work was terrible. I mentioned why in the beginning of this post, but yeah. Work was honestly horrible for me.

Got in an argument over text with my boyfriend right before bed, and we didn't end up video calling

Didn't do laundry

Didn't do much of anything, let alone anything productive, after work

Ate kinda crappy food

did not drink enough water

💗 Stuff For Tomorrow (July 7th)

actually do your laundry

check bank account, see if its worth traveling around the city today or just stay home and be a potato until payday

study Korean some more

morning + night skincare

morning + night journaling

talk things out with my boyfriend, hopefully video call tonight

work another 8.5 hour shift

seriously, drink more water/green tea

try to keep my steps up and active throughout the day

💕 Song of the Day:

I was feeling moody yesterday that's for sure

til next time lovelies 🩷

[127tyong]

Graduation

if you suffer from depression or suicidal thoughts, please skip this one. remember to read the warnings.

this content may be traumatizing or hard to read for younger audiences.

a second version of this story will be released that removes the bigger triggers.

Pairing: Jeno X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Porn Star Jeno AU

Warnings: SA (on reader), forced pregnancy, emotional abuse and exploitation, date rape drugging, suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

"You're hot then cold. Warm enough to kiss my lips in the morning, but cold enough for me to question if you even love me…"

Part 3 of 4: Autumn- Graduation

"Fuck, it's so deep inside me! Harder!" The girl in the apartment next to yours was screaming her heart out.

"Say my name you fucking bitch." You heard a man slap her.

"Jeno!" She moaned.

"Good girl." 

You moved into your apartment a few weeks ago. Everyday it was like this. Jeno would bring over a girl and fuck her for hours. You were the unfortunate person who lived next to him, on the otherwise vacant 12th floor of your apartment building.

You and Jeno had fairly different schedules, so you never bumped into him in the halls… nor did you even know what he really looked like.

But today, enough was enough. You had to confront him yourself.

You knocked on his door a few hours later.

"Who is it?" Jeno yelled.

"Your neighbor." You yelled back.

"Oh, shit!" You heard Jeno hiss through the door, then open it. "What can I do for you?"

"I moved here a few weeks ago… And I just want to ask if you could possibly… Um…" You tried to sort your words. "Keep it down when you're…"

Jeno nodded, clicking his tongue. "Got it. To be honest, I didn't know someone moved in, I thought I was the only person on this floor…"

"Alright. Thanks, that's all." You awkwardly shuffled out of the hall and back into your apartment.

~ 

But the very next day, the screams and moans were just as loud, if not louder. You quickly realized… it wasn't Jeno. Jeno was probably watching porn…

You decided to knock on his door. Then you turned the door knob, not knowing it was unlocked…

He wasn't watching porn. He was holding a camera. He's a porn star.

~

Jeno invited you over to his place after everyone else left. "I should explain… And you shouldn't sit there." He stopped you from sitting on his couch. 

"Oh." You noticed someone's… bodily fluids.

"Just sit right there." He pointed at a dining chair.

You sat across from Jeno.

"I… do porn. And I record it all here." Jeno blushed. "The apartment owner let me have my own floor as long as I paid him, but I guess… You're here now too."

"Well… yeah." You didn't really have a response.

"I just want to say I'm really sorry." Looking around his apartment, you noticed a bunch of designer products around. His shoes, rings… even his lamp.

"How much are you making?" You blurted out. "Sorry, that's rude, I shouldn't-"

"50 thousand a month." Jeno responded. "But usually I'm the one filming it, not in it…"

You sighed. "That's… crazy."

"If you ever need money you should film with me." Jeno looked you in the eye. "You're pretty enough to."

"I, um…" You were thinking of a valid excuse to leave, when Jeno started laughing.

"I'm fucking with you." He scoffed. "I'm not fucking my next door neighbor."

You awkwardly laughed. "I know I crossed a line by asking how much you make…"

"Do you want some tea or anything?" Jeno stood up. 

You stood up as well. "Actually, I think I should be going…"

Jeno showed you out. "Please, don't be afraid to knock or something when we get too loud. Or can you give me your number?"

You shook your head, already out the door. "It's fine. Can you just knock and make sure I'm not home yet before you start filming?"

"Will do, neighbor."

~

You could tell Jeno was really trying his hardest to stay quiet, which you appreciated. The only thing that really bothered you was…

He seemed too comfortable with you.

"Hey!" Jeno banged on your door repeatedly with both fists.

You ran to open the door, thinking maybe there was an emergency. 

"Can I come in?" Jeno let himself in before you could even say no. "One of the girls fucking squirted all over my couch. I wanna watch TV. I brought some beer!"

You watched him, nearly ready to punch him.

"Do you have Hulu?"

"No, I don't…" You gritted through your teeth.

"Let me log in. You can use my account later if you want."

"Jeno." You sighed. "I-"

"Should I deliver some food? I'll buy some for you too, if you want."

You can't really turn down free food… "I guess."

Jeno plopped on your couch then hit the seat next to him. "Sit."

You did as told. "What do you want to eat?"

"You choose." Jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder and continued to scroll, his head hitting yours.

You thought it was… weird how quickly Jeno began to get close to you, but you figured it was just part of the job, he's probably usually inside girls after 5 minutes. "Chinese?"

"Sure." His thighs touched yours. 

You tried to shift away, but he was holding onto you tight.

"I was thinking," Jeno turned on Euphoria. "You and I never really got to know each other properly."

"Yeah…" You were… too awkward. Too unsure.

"Well, let me tell you about myself then."

The rest of the night was filled with Chinese food and Jeno talking about his life, how he wanted to become a K-Pop idol with his friend, Jaemin, but failed, and ended up becoming a porn star since he failed high school and never graduated.

He treated you like he was his best friend. When he laughed, he would slap your arm, and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

Maybe you judged him too quickly and he just needed friends…

~

"Shit." You looked into your bank app 2 weeks later. You had a negative balance.

You thought about what Jeno told you…

You had no choice, besides, Jeno seemed like he would be able to loan you some money anyways…

You knocked on his door. 

He came out, his hair disheveled, only in his boxers. "What-"

You walked inside. "I need your help."

Jeno closed the door behind him. "What?" His voice was husky, probably from just waking up. 

"You said if I ever needed money…"

"You wanna film something with me?" Jeno smirked, crossing his arms. 

"No, look at my bank-"

"I'm fucking with you." Jeno opened his refrigerator, taking out a water pitcher. "I can lend you the money if you don't actually want to record me fucking you."

"Really?" You ran to Jeno and hugged him. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"

Jeno hugged you back. "Actually, you don't have to pay me back."

"Then…"

"I want you to fuck me with the cameras off."

You waited for Jeno to start laughing. "..." 

"I'm not joking." Jeno kissed your cheek. "You woke me up in the middle of a wet dream, and I need you to fix this."

"But I-" You wanted to explain you could pay him back.

"Do you want the money or not?" Jeno sat on his couch.

You went over to him and got on your knees.

"Smart girl."

You finally realized why he was a porn star. Beyond his abs and his generally attractive face, his cock was long and thick. It had to have been at least 9 inches…

"I don't- I um… Can I just pay you back?" You backed up.

Jeno stood up. "You want to back out now? No." And he shoved his dick down your throat, face fucking you.

"Jeno!" You tried to scream but you were muffled from his cock going down your throat.

"Such a pretty girl, you take my cock so well…" Jeno cooed at you, even though only half of it was in your mouth.

You tried to tap out as Jeno went deeper into your mouth, but your slaps were only met with laughter.

"You can take it, I know you can. Be a good girl for me and I'll give you a reward, okay?"

You felt like your neck was bulging out from how thick Jeno's dick was, and all you could hear besides your gagging was your saliva dripping onto the floor. It hurt, but somehow, the lightheadedness made you a bit wet…

Jeno pulled out and came onto your face. He went into another room and handed you a stack of 100s, slamming it onto the coffee table behind you.

"Is that enough?" He sighed, sliding a hoodie and some shorts on.

You nodded. "Can I wash my face?"

"Actually, you need to get out right now." Jeno turned the TV on.

You grabbed the money and ran back to your apartment to wash your face off. You felt… weird. This is what you wanted, and honestly, you could say you were… okay with it. And that pissed you off.

You went on with your day. You went to the bank and deposited the money. You came home and had dinner.

And Jeno did too.

"Hey…" Jeno knocked on your door a few days later. "My kettle broke… Can I use yours?"

"Uh… sure." You began to heat up the kettle as Jeno took some tea bags out of his pocket.

He made two cups of tea.

"Oh, Jeno, I don't really like tea…" You grumbled.

"Just try it. Just one glass. For me?" Jeno pouted.

"Fine…" You drank it with sugar.

"Shall we get to the real reason I'm here?" And with that, you fell on your knees, pulling Jeno's sweats down, dick already hard. You gagged a bit when it first entered your mouth, but you got used to it rather quickly.

Jeno grabbed your head, annoyed with how slow you were going, shoving it on and off his cock like you were a doll.

"Fucking-" Jeno hissed, pulling your head off him. "Up." He pulled you up by your head. "Bend over." He slammed you over the nearest table.

He ripped your jeans off you, feeling your slit.

"Jeno, I'm-"

"Quiet." He grabbed your thigh, his fingers gripping you so hard you thought it would leave a bruise the next day.

"Jeno…" You mewled as his middle and ring finger began to pump inside you.

"God, you're so fucking wet…" Jeno whispered. 

"Just… put it inside me." You insisted, the pressure getting to you.

"I like your style." Jeno slammed himself into you.

He felt bigger than when he slammed his cock down your throat… You were going to be so sore tomorrow. The way he stretched you out and his tip hit your cervix was all too much.

But it felt so good…

"Jeno." You whined. "You're in too deep…"

"You're fine." He began massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples.

You hated how you mindlessly moaned, covering your mouth with your hand.

He pulled out and came on your back, his cum trickling onto your hair. He ran and grabbed a paper towel, wiping it off your back. You sat on your couch, Jeno sitting next to you.

Jeno wrapped a blanket over you and him, pulling you to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll give you more money tomorrow." Jeno fell asleep on your couch with your head on his chest.

~

You woke up on your couch, alone, a stack of cash next to your head being the only thing keeping you warm.

You and Jeno avoided each other for the next few weeks. Jeno brought girls around to his place without warning you. It was… grating. It's not like you were in love with Jeno, but you certainly thought you two were able to at least talk to each other…

You knocked on Jeno's door.

"Can I help you?" He was wearing a suit, albeit without a shirt underneath.

"Um… I'm out of sugar! Making an apple… pie! I need sugar. Can you spare me a cup?" You fumbled around with your words.

"You're baking and you don't even have sugar?" Jeno scoffed. "You're such a bad liar. Just come in."

You followed him into his bathroom, hair gel and hairspray on the countertops. "I just… was wondering how you were. But it seems like you're fine, so I'll just go-"

His lips crashed onto yours, his teeth almost hitting yours. "I fucking missed you. Why didn't you come over here?"

You pushed him away, your hand on his bare chest. "Jeno, I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead. That's all."

Jeno rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair, fixing it in place with gel. "Well?"

"...You're alive. So I'll leave." You stepped out.

Jeno grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back into a back hug. "You can't leave."

You stopped yourself from scoffing at Jeno. "Who are you to control me?"

Jeno placed his palm on your stomach. "Because I put something inside you, didn't I? Honey, you're not on birth control, aren't you? Of course, I had to wait 3 weeks to make sure, but… shouldn't you be getting your period today? I read your calendar."

You thought of the way you woke up on the couch. That night… you were too out of it. How could he open and close the front door without you waking up? "What the fuck did you do to me while I was asleep, Jeno?" You thought of the tea. He put something in your tea…

"Nothing I wouldn't have done while you were awake. But… just without you knowing." Jeno's grip around your waist got tighter. "Pregnancy porn is a really popular porn category. Don't worry, I'll take care of you and the baby until… the 5 month mark? When you start showing, maybe? Then you'll have to work for your money."

"Jen-" Jeno let go of your waist and spun you around, caressing your cheek with one hand, the other hand gripping on your shoulder.

"Quit your job. I'll take care of you from now on. You and that baby are mine." Jeno let go of you. "I have to go to work now. Another girl will be here in a minute. Get the fuck out of my apartment, you fucking whore."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as the reality of your situation sunk in. 

"I told you to get out."

Your feet felt heavy.

"Now."

You gasped for air, your chest unable to breathe.

"Fucking- you're only good for one thing and you still want to act like this?" Jeno slapped you across the face. "Can't even fucking cook, God, I should've chosen a better girl. Oh, you know that kid is getting put up for adoption when it comes out of you, right? I'm not paying you child support." Jeno grabbed you by the hair, dragging you out of the bathroom. "Leave."

And you left.

But the abuse didn't end.

You gave birth on a cold day in October, when you gave up your daughter, and you would leave Jeno.

It snowed for the first time of the year the day you finally left.

And you could be... Happy. As happy as you could be.

You went into Jeno's cabinets and brewed a cup of tea with ten tea packets in it.

You walked into the forest with your warm mug in the palm of your hand, sitting under an oak tree. And when you drank it, you were warm.

Until your body went cold.

[kengan-daddies]

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Ohma Tokita Warnings : Mention of illegal activities

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

It's been a few months, since the incident, You've been living a less promising life than before, but you were fine with it, you had real freedom. Freedom to do whatever you want. You've dyed your hair, burned your clothes, bought a new phone, and with proper networking, have gotten yourself a new name. What they do with your government, you didn't care, that life was behind you now, who you were before died along with your family that day.

You've been living on ends meet, paycheck to paycheck, meal to meal, living in your small, crummy apartment, it wasn't an ideal place, but you had to start somewhere. That guy from all those nights ago never left your mind after that, he was still pretty heavy on your thoughts, he was different, he was the definition of free. Bound to no laws, no fears, no responsibilities, he was his own self-made man... but you never saw him again after that night. You did, however, see Mr. Yamashita quite often. He was a sweet older man, 56 years old and still pushing.

He was the one who helped you get your own apartment, a job, and some form of income to help out, you owed him your life. You would visit him from time to time. You'd cook for him, help him clean, give him company. You could've lived with him, but you didn't want to be a burden, he did let you know that his doors were always open to you... However, he did speak of a new strange friend he met, around the same time he met you, Ohma, he calls him. Ohma Tokita... You had a suspicion that it was the guy from so many nights ago... You were hung up on him, not really knowing why... Perhaps because he was the first human you ever seen with real freedom.

Today was like any other day, you were over at Mr. Yamashita's place, you've been spending more time over at his place recently, and you had your own place, but you've grown used to living with a family... You were begging to think about taking him up on his offer, he did have one more spare bedroom left... But that was a last resort method. You were cleaning the kitchen, wiping down counters, mopping the floor, and washing dishes. It's been pretty quiet, Mr. Yamashita was at work, you had spent the night before, and you decided to clean up some before you headed out for the day.

You looked over at the clock. "4:50 pm... Mr. Yamashita should be home soon... I should stay long enough to say goodbye at least." You spoke aloud to yourself as you stared at the clock for a moment before you walked into the living room. You sighed as you saw three small boxes. One held your clean clothes, one held dirty clothes and one held your hygiene products. They stayed here at Mr. Yamashita's place, just in case you came by unplanned, you already had things for yourself here. You walked over to the couch, and plopped down, giving a tired sigh as you did.

You ran your hands down your face as you groaned loudly. "UGH!!! I HAVE WORK TODAY!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!" You groaned in despair, you honestly hated your job, but then again most people did. Your arms fell to your sides, landing on the couch with a dull thump, you sat there for a few minutes, deep in thought, when the sound of keys unlocking the door caught your attention. You looked over, and jumped like a dog, excited to see Mr. Yamashita. He walked in, looking down as he shuffled in quietly. He looked up and smiled once he saw you. "Oh, (Y/n)!! I'm happy to see you're still here!! I... actually wanted to speak with you about something." He said, as he closed the door behind him, looking back to lock the door before he looked back at you.

Your happy smile slightly faded, your mind slightly filling with dread. 'Is he ready to cut ties with me?... Did I do something wrong?... Maybe it's his job?... It's probably something good!!.' You thought, trying to keep the negative thoughts out with more logical reasoning. "I'll be leaving for a business trip, I'll be gone for a few weeks, but I'll be back soon. The door is always open to you, you can come by whenever you want, please make yourself at home, while I'm gone." He said. 'He sounds almost, guilty... but why? It was just a business trip.' You thought.

You gave him a smile. "Okay!! I'll be sure to keep the place clean, and I'll keep Kenzou fed too." You said with a playful eye roll. He chuckled at you as he walked in further, placing his briefcase down on the dining table. "I'm sure you will, Kenzou seems to love your cooking... I also left some money, in the top cabinet above the fridge, use it as you see fit." He said, his voice seemingly lowering as he looked down at his shoes. 'There's that guilty tone again...Is he in trouble?... Did he lose his job?... Does it have something to do with Ohma?' You thought, worry clouding your thoughts. Mr. Yamashita was like a father to you, the best father anyone could ever ask for actually. He was kind, understanding, and patient, who could ask for a better father figure? Kenzou was lucky. 'Ungreatful brat.' You thought bitterly.

Pushing that thought aside. "Mr. Yamashita... is this about Ohma?" You asked. His eyes seemed to widen as his mouth dropped. 'Yup... It's about Ohma.' You thought. "I know it's not my business to pry... but if he's... In trouble... I can help... I know some people who got ties." You offered, you didn't like seeing Mr. Yamashita in any kind of stress, and if Ohma was in trouble, you'd help. "Don't hesitate to tell me if something is wrong, I owe you so much, I'd be happy to help in any kind of way." You said, a sweet smile on your face, sealing the deal. He stared at you for a moment, before he sighed, he pulled out a chair from the dining table and he took a seat.

"Sit down, (Y/n)... There's something I have to tell you... and I probably should've told you when it first started." he said. You looked down at him in worry, as you pulled a chair out, sitting down as well...

... It was a lot to process... "Kengan Matches... Companies raging war through peaceful violence... You're a representative and you're in a huge debt... And Ohma is a fighter... The same guy I saw that night..." You said, summarizing everything that he told you... it was quite a lot, but you believed him... After what you went through that night, and seeing all the crazy shit you've seen so far... you'd almost believe anything at this point... Almost anything. "I wanna come." You suddenly said. His eyes widen. "Huh? You want to come?... But... "He trailed off, trying to find an excuse but nothing came up.

You nodded your head. "I want to tag along, I wanna meet Ohma, and I wanna be by your side, maybe having someone else who you know won't make It seem so big... and don't worry about my job, I hate it anyways." You said, answering most of his questions without actually answering his questions. He stared at you, seemingly in a daze, but his shoulders didn't look so heavy anymore, and he didn't look so glum either. You smiled. "I'm going to tag along, whether you want me to or not, besides, watching some fights sounds pretty exciting." You said.

He slowly smiled. "That's not a bad idea actually!! In fact, this is perfect!! You'll get to meet Ohma, I won't have to really go alone, and we'll get to watch some exciting matches!! OH YEAH!!" He said, getting more excited as he thought about it. You smiled at him, happy to see him back to his usual self, and also slightly excited about the whole ordeal, but you were really looking forward to meeting Ohma. He was like a form of inspiration, he was the reason as to why you just took a chance and went for it. You stood up from your chair, looking at Mr. Yamashita with excitement. "I'll pack light, and then we can head out whenever you want!! Since I already got some things here, I'll just pack up here." You explained.

Mr. Yamashita nodded his head as he too stood up from his seat. "I'll go let Kenzou know that I'll be leaving for a few weeks and that there's money here for him to use while we're gone... umm, I'll also let him know that you'll be busy for a while so you may not be around much." He said, you nodded in agreement, not really caring about what he told Kenzou. Kenzou was a bit of a dick, he didn't even try to come out of the room to speak to his father, he never said thank you's or anything, yet he wanted to live here rent-free... ugh.

You went over to your boxes while Mr. Yamashita went up the stairs. You crouched down, pulling out clean clothes and hygiene products that you'll be using... "I should probably get a garbage bag and just throw my things in there." You said aloud to yourself. "Nonsense, you can use some of my storage space in my suitcase, I don't carry much." Mr. Yamashita said as he walked down the stairs. You looked back at him, giving him a grateful smile. "Are you sure, I'd hate to be a burden." You said sheepishly. He fanned you off. "Oh hush, you're never a burden, in fact, you've made my life 10x more colorful and vibrant, these past few months have been the best!!" He said, a genuine smile on his face.

You wanted to tear up, but you held them back as you gave him a small smile instead. "Thank you, Mr. Yamashita." You said...

... You and Mr. Yamashita stood out in front of a large abandoned mansion, vines were growing up the walls, filling up the cracks, and the forest had grown around it, swallowing it up, hiding it from the public's eye. You stared on in amazement. "Wow... so Ohma lives here?" You asked. Mr. Yamashita nodded his head. "Yes, I honestly don't like it... I was planning on asking him if he'd want to move in with us... he could sleep on the couch." He said. You stared on before you looked over at Mr. Yamashita. "Why not just give him the other room, it's open." You asked with a shrug. Mr. Yamashita looked over at you.

"Because that's your room, (Y/n)." He said, his eyes shining in a way that left no room for questioning... you stared at him for a moment, before you smiled and you shrugged. "Guess I'll be moving in then." You said. He smiled as he nodded before he walked up to the door and he gave it three hard knocks. "OHMA!!! WE'RE HERE!!" He shouted, causing some birds to fly off in the distance.

You both stood there for a moment before Mr. Yamashita gave a defeated sigh. "Maybe... He's not here?" He said. You were about to suggest something but the door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall man. His hair was slightly wavy and shaggy and it stopped at his shoulders, he was wearing a nice fitted black shirt with a white acid tone, and his pants were fitted too, they looked like tights mixed with track pants, and his shoes were old, white tennies.

'HOLY FUCK!!! DAMN THIS GUY IS SEXY!!! WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I DON'T DRESS MY BEST I RUN INTO THE SEXIEST GUYS!? WHAT KIND OF LUCK IS THAT!? AND THAT BODY!!! HE COULD PUT ANY MAN TO SHAME!!!' You thought, your inner fangirl going crazy. You shoved your hands into your pockets, feelings of insecurity leaking in on you. 'I don't have the best experience with guys like this... I never get them, or they bully me... It was never in between.' You thought bitterly, thinking back to your school days.

He stared at you for a moment taking in your appearance. You weren't much, basic hair, baggy sweats, baggy shirt, baggy jacket, basic cheap but durable shoes. You were nothing, just ordinary. He looked back at Mr. Yamashita. "Who's this? Another opponent for me?" He asked. Mr. Yamashita chuckled nervously while you gawked at him. "No Ohma... This is (Y/n)... She'll be tagging along with us." He explained. You nodded your head. 'HOLY SHIT, EVEN HIS VOICE IS SEXY!!! IT'S LIKE THOSE GUYS FROM THOSE ANIMES!! A VOICE THAT CAN MAKE YOUR FUCKING OVARIES BUST!!!' You thought, your inner fan girl going crazy again.

He looked at you once more. "A girl?... Guess that explains the size." He said. Your brow twitched but you couldn't really be mad, wearing baggy clothes was to conceal your gender after all. Living in the slums has taught you, that women are immediate prey to men, and you didn't have enough confidence in your safety to dress the way you wanted. "I'm sure you're ready to go now, Ohma?" Mr. Yamashita asked. Ohma nodded. "Yeah, let's do this." He said, a vicious smirk coming over his face as he cracked his knuckles. You stared up at him, before you gave a small smile. 'He's crude, yet he's cool... I'm starting to like this guy for who he is.' You thought.

Mr. Yamashita nodded before he looked over at you, and you nodded in return. "Great, then let's go!! Kengan matches, here we come!!" He cheered as he led both you and Ohma back to the train station.

[devilishchaos]

Sexy stuff | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: Jack is at the studio the whole day. Comes home and surprises you, or is it that you surprise him? Things get heated <3 hehe

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), use of pet names “babe”, “baby”, explicit talk

Word Count: 3 531 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

AN: part 2

It was a gloomy day in Louisville and you had been staying in the comfort of your home the whole day. The boys spent their day at the studio, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself, so you had a self-care day. 

Before you knew it the night wound down at around 7:40 pm and you went back to your and Jack’s room to pick up your book, eager to find out what was going to happen next. But just as you were immersing yourself in the fictitious world, you heard a knock on the glass door of your terrace. 

You scrunched your face up and quickly glanced at your phone to see if anyone had messaged you. Nothing. So, you got up and went to pull the curtain. A mop of curly hair was looking down but upon noticing you, Jack flipped his head up and gave you a dazzling smile. You opened the door, welcoming him in. 

“What in the world are you doing, Jackman? Why are you coming through the terrace like a creep?” You shake your head at him.

“When I did that in the beginning of our relationship you didn’t think it was creepy.” 

“You could have used the door! You know, like a normal person.” You pointed out the obvious. 

“When it comes to you I’m not normal.” He winked. “Now, let me say hi properly. Hey. We missed you today.” he admitted right away, as he kicked his shoes off and stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him. 

“Yeah, it was actually kind of weird not seeing you guys.” you said as you took his hand and brought him to the bed, letting him crawl on it before you followed. 

“Yeah, it was.” His face warmed as you looked at each other. He spoke again after a short moment: “You look pretty.”

“Oh, do I?” You looked down at your little matching “home” set that consisted of booty shorts and a short sleeved tee. You wouldn’t exactly call it pretty but it was decent. And you had a bit of a sun-kissed glow going on for a few days now, so you felt great. 

“I mean, you always do but..” He shrugged. You weren’t sure whether to find it adorable or hot. 

You tilted your head to admire him – his light blue t-shirt and cream shorts showing off his muscular arms and strong legs. His curls pointed in different directions, some going into his eyes with the way he was holding his head. 

Without thinking, you pushed them back, his head lifting with the touch. “Well, thank you. You look pretty good too.” 

He felt nice to the touch. You’d been starved of it all day – you were alone in the apartment, didn’t have any family or friends over so you didn’t get the chance to be affectionate toward anybody. And with Jack here now, you realized you’d missed it. 

Perhaps his mind had gone to a similar place because when he looked at you, his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows raised.

The vibe switched immediately. There was an ardor lingering in the air now. You could suddenly feel all the clothes that sat on your skin, feel your whole body craving for him to touch you. You knew you could reach out and initiate it but you also felt like you couldn’t. 

After a moment, he nodded slowly, carefully, his eyes wandering away from yours. “Do you want to go back to your book?” 

You took in a breath then looked over – he’d seen the book lying there open. You thought for a moment. 

“Only if you’ll stay and keep me company.”

“Of course.”

Sharing a smile, you grabbed your book, scooting up to rest against the headboard of your bed. As soon as you were comfortable, he placed his head in your lap and pulled out his phone. 

“Right before you came, there was a big twist and now it’s getting really interesting.” you told him, a touch of excitement evident in your voice.

“I’m guessing this is another one of your sexy books?”

You chuckled. “No, not this one. But that other one is on the nightstand if you want it to pass the time.” You said as a joke, started laughing once he’d rolled over to grab the burgundy hard cover and then laid back in your lap, holding the book open above him.

“So, when does it get good?” he asked, sliding his thumb over the pages to skim through.

“Well if you want the fun stuff, you’re going to have to skip the first, like, 150 pages, probably. The plot isn’t very complicated, I’m sure you’ll be able to follow.” He peered up at you with a smile before returning to the book and skipping ahead a big chunk. 

Twenty or so minutes flew by and you were so spellbound into your book that when you looked at Jack, you were genuinely surprised to see him still reading. 

“Why is this actually kind of..cute?” he asked, noticing you’d come up for air. 

You giggled, setting your book to the side just for the moment so you could play with his hair. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually reading it.”

“Well, I can’t stop at this point. I was promised sexy stuff.”

“Haha, yeah, obviously.” you mocked. You glanced at how far he’d made it into the book. The kind of scene he was looking for shouldn’t be too far off. And already knowing the content he was about to find, you were amused and kind of excited. The book had definitely made you hot reading it, so what if it did the same to him? 

“Keep reading,” you told him with a sly smile. 

So, you both did for another few minutes until you heard a short “oh” come from him. Looking at him again, you found his eyes stuck on the page. 

“What’s happening in the book?” Of course, you knew. At least, the essence. 

“Umm..stuff.” He coughed. 

“What stuff?”

“Sexy stuff.”

“I told you.” 

He didn’t respond. 

Another few minutes later, another “oh” came out. “It was so cute for a moment there and now..wow”

“What?”

“They’re, umm, in the house. And it’s raining. And..”

You laughed, unable to tell if he didn’t want to continue or was just too busy reading the next line. You bit your lip. You let your eyes flick over to his crotch, only guessing what you’d find but still being terribly satisfied when you saw you were right. 

He tilted his chin up to look at you, still looking cute even though his expression was now considerably less innocent, and you were sure you were looking at him the same way. 

“You want to keep reading?” You liked to push all his buttons.

His eyes narrowed. “I think I want something else..” he said, his voice somehow sounding deeper if that was possible. 

He sat up, switching to his knees and dropping the book face down on the bed. He then took yours and did the same before grabbing hold of your ankles and pulling you down a bit so that you were fully lying on your back with your face upward, head resting on your pillow. 

A surprised yelp escaped from you at the quick movement and by the time he was crawling up your body, you felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck, you hadn’t been expecting him to be rough with you right off the bat but already you wanted more. 

“You’re trying to annoy me.” he accused, his sexy arms bracing himself above you. 

You gasped “Accusations..false accusations!” 

You almost groaned at the slight press of his body down on yours. “What are you talking about, sweet face?” 

He shook his head ever so slightly as if to challenge: “you didn’t just say that to me”, then leant his face close to yours, looking now only at your lips. He nipped at the bottom one, grabbing it between his teeth and pulling, causing you to instinctively tilt your head up, until it slipped out. 

When he came closer again, you caught his lips, kissing him for the first time for the night and being instantly reminded of how divinely his lips felt against yours, just aggressive enough to feel his need. 

He pulled back and attested: “Nothing about me is sweet, except when I give you that sweet, sweet, sweet semen.” 

“No? Show me then.” You attempted to keep your voice steady, but your body was curling to him, betraying you. 

He adjusted his position, pushing his pelvis into you, between your parted legs, watching you closely as your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock rock hard against you. Why did he feel so fucking big? That was enough to make you want him inside of you immediately. 

Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, gripping them slightly. You let out a little moan, eyes closing, when he began to grind painfully slowly against you, where you were long past wet. When you opened your eyes again, he was looking at you darkly.

“That feels good?”

He knew the answer but you nodded anyway, unable to stop the soft sounds you made every time his dick rubbed against your clit, so good even though the layers of fabric were still in between you two. 

“Call me “sweet” again. See what happens.” he demanded, a cocky look on his face that was new to you. Fuck.

“Why? What are you gonna do, sweet cheeks?” You asked innocently looking straight into his eyes. If this was the kind of reaction you got from calling him “sweet” then you needed to find out what would happen if you pushed it further. 

As soon as these words left your mouth he stilled, then pulled back so that he was just knelt between your legs with no contact, looking down at you with arms crossed. 

“Oh, come on.” you breathed, suddenly too needy for this game. 

“Do you wanna try that again?” His voice was hard and low, like a scolding teacher, and it was driving you crazy.

“What are you gonna do, baby?”

He smirked. “What am I gonna do? Hmm..” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in your bedroom, your eyes immediately taking in his chest and down to his v-line.  It wasn’t a new sight to you but still left you breathless “I’m gonna get my apology.” His mouth parted, his tongue coming out to flick his lower lip, his eyes still locked on yours as his hands rested on his hips. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t call you “sweet” anymore.” you responded, though it was flat and borderline ingenuine. 

“Get up.” he instructed, as he stepped back off the mattress. 

You followed the direction, coming to stand in front of him at the foot of the bed, your hands sticking to his body like glue and softly sliding around his waist. 

He looked down at you, just with his eyes, his face so serious, you almost believed he was genuinely mad. “Why don’t you give me a better apology?”

You swallowed then let go as he slowly started sliding his shorts down. 

“Can you do that for me, baby?” 

Looking up at him, a small smile appeared on your lips. “Yes, sir.” you answered softly, before finishing the job by pulling them down over his thick thighs, leaving the garment at his feet which he quickly kicked away. 

When you stood up again, you ran your hands across his chest, coming back to his waist, feeling around his stomach, down to the front of his thighs then to where his cock strained in his boxers, practically pressing into you. You kept your eyes on his face, waiting to see how long it’d take for his hard expression to crack. 

You pulled at the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down with one hand while the other took a hold of him, he felt thick and solid, and warm against the palm of your hand. Oh Lord, he would feel incredible inside you. 

He took in a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling more noticeably but was otherwise unchanged. He was doing good but was unable to completely hide the way your touch affected him. 

Looking down for a moment, you watched your hand stroke him gently. “You have such a nice cock.” You almost added “sweets” on to the end again but refrained. You were both being stubborn but you weren’t going to be able to put up with his teasing much longer. “I bet it feels fucking amazing.”

Making eye contact again, you were pleased to see a glimmer of desire in his eyes, not missing the way he swallowed hard at your words. You knelt down on the ground in front of him, continuing to stroke him for a few moments before bringing your wet tongue to the underside of his shaft, licking from base to tip. 

He exhaled, his hips bucking slightly and his eyes fluttering closed. 

You repeated the motion, this time moving your tongue over to wet one side and then the other, making it easier for your hand to glide smoothly along him as you kept pumping slowly. He was so hard, you were soaking your underwear at the thought of him trying to fit inside you. 

“I don’t get to hear you?” you asked sweetly, before taking the head in your mouth and swirling your tongue around on it, tasting his pre-cum as it mixed with your saliva. 

He answered your question with a groan, his hand flying to the back of your head and holding you steadily there, before pulling you closer. 

You didn’t restrain against it, letting your mouth take him in as much as you could, lips sucking around him. As he started to let more sounds out, you moaned too, his pleasure riling you up, every little groan and whimper coming out of his mouth, so sexy. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he breathed as you moved, your lips and tongue massaging up and down his length, with your slick hand guiding and providing a few extra inches of pressure around him. 

You continued, encouraged by his voice and occasional uninhibited movements. After a minute, you went to look up at him, popping off for a moment to do so, while your hand still worked on him. His face was relaxed, he was into utter bliss now, the hard mask from before long gone. 

“Does that feel good, baby? Do I get to make you come like this?” you brought your mouth back for another long lick. 

“Ugh..Yes.” he hissed, his fingers readjusting in your hair and grabbing again. “Shit. Please, baby..”

You knew what that meant. And you fucking loved it. Bringing your mouth back once again, you took his cock in until it met resistance, then pushed a little farther, causing your throat to spasm slightly around him. 

He let out a forceful groan. “Oh, my God.” His hips bucked, causing you to gag around him slightly and pull off, only to go right back down again after a short breath, your forehead touching against his abdomen. 

You moved in short thrusts, keeping him deep in your throat, telling from his sounds and how his cock seemed to get even harder, that you didn’t need to try anything else. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” He tensed, his free hand flying up to his mouth, and acting as a barrier to the sounds he was emitting. 

As soon as his orgasm started, you bobbed your head up and down with the same pace, as he released into your mouth, his let moans out causing you more satisfaction than he could’ve ever realized. You swallowed it all as you began to slow down and ease off, milking him with your hand and lips, until he had relaxed again and you felt it was safe to pull away. 

Wiping your hand across your mouth, you looked up at him, finding him with his eyes still closed, hand falling from his face. He sat and collapsed back on the bed so you shuffled forward between his legs to rest on his thighs, drunk on the power of giving collapse-worthy orgasms. 

As you waited for him to calm down, you left soft kisses on his thighs. His body was so beautiful – it deserved all the affection and care. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he sighed, his voice so husky, deep and breathless. You giggled quietly. He propped himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze, his expression still glazed over with euphoria. 

You just smiled at him as you got up and went to lay by his side, facing his body, your hand moving to caress his gorgeous bare chest. “You’re so fucking hot coming like that.”

“You felt amazing. I came so hard..fuuuck.” he said, turning shy at the end of his sentence and folding into your chest to hide his face. 

Your hand followed, rubbing his shoulder then reaching to pull his head back so that you could look at him again. 

Once he could meet your eyes, you shared an intimate look for a moment before he leant in to kiss you. You sunk into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his mouth. His hand caressed your cheek, your upper arm, lower to your hip, your thigh, before brushing inwards and meeting your sex over your shorts. 

You breathed desperately into the kiss at his light touch, a little whimper coming out. 

He began to move, but quickly decided better and slipped his hands under both layers to feel for himself how you had soaked through your panties entirely. 

“Fuck.” he uttered, pulling away from your lips to look down in disbelief. 

“Yeah.” you said with a nod, followed by a gasp as he began rubbing circles through your wetness. “You made me so wet, Jack. So fucking wet for you.”

“Such a good girl..apologizing like that. And liking it so much, huh?” He watched you and your body’s every response as his fingers moved. You looked at him, his face was soft, curiosity in his eyes and perfectly confident. 

Then a buzz could be heard that caught your attention. And then another one. You both looked around the room trying to figure out where the sound was coming from, and quickly realized it was coming from the floor. And then you met each other’s eyes. His phone. 

“I should-”

“Do you have to?” you asked needily, ready to mewl at the removal of his touch. 

“Just..” he began, almost chuckling as he pulled away quickly and grabbed the phone out of his shorts pocket. He returned but his face dropped a bit upon reading the message. “They’re looking for me. Want to record. Saying they have a dope beat and I need to get it down.”

“They can’t do it without you? There’s fucking 4 of them.” you grumbled. 

He let out a sigh. “Babe, It’s my song. Literally I’m the one that has to record it.” he explained, though you could see the guilt displayed all over his face. 

Your head fell back on the bed exasperated. You couldn’t believe your damn luck. “It’s fine. Go.” you told him, waving him off with one hand. 

“I can lie to them. Say you’re sick and I’m taking care of you or something?” There he was being adorable again. 

“No, no lying. I can’t let you lie.” you told him, sure of your words though your tone was unmistakably bothered. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, his hand moving to your waist, thumb rubbing gently. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” You began to get up and he followed, quickly finding his clothes and pulling them back on. 

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make up for it by a lot. I promise.” he assured, as he came close to you, taking you into his chest and hugging you before pulling back and planting a deep kiss on your mouth. You melted into him, unable to stop yourself from furthering the kiss, your hands snaking up to his neck. 

But you were just making it worse for yourself. You pulled away, punching lightly at his chest in frustration. “God dammit.” you swore, making him chuckle again, and this time you joined him. “Okay, go. Before I change my mind and tie you to the bed.” 

He looked at you surprised but it quickly fell into lustfulness. “Is..that an option?” he asked before a smirk made its way onto his lips.

“Gooo, Jack!” you exclaimed, the word turning into a laugh halfway through.

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands, gave you one more kiss, then headed towards the door. But just before he left, he came back to grab his unfinished book off the bed, shooting you a cheeky smile and sending you a wink, then jogged out. 

You pulled the door shut behind him, still laughing quietly. Turning around to look at the empty room, you groaned. You guessed you’d have to take care of this yourself.

[munsonfamilyband]

I was swarmed by thoughts yesterday, mostly about Steve Harrington learning that Boys can be Pretty too™️. It started as just a little thing and turned into a big thing and i need to get it out.

Main thoughts about this topic though:

After the upside down is gone and everyone moves back to Hawkins, Steve starts getting to know the Hopper-Byers kids better. Will through Eddie and Dustin, El through Max.

Hellfire has two weekly sessions, one with everyone on Saturdays at Steve’s house (the corroded boys are still weirded out by this, but Steve’s cooking/baking has warmed them to him a lot), and one on Thursdays for the kids at Eddie’s place.

Side note: i think Eddie and Wayne decided it was time for him to get his own space after everything that happened (Wayne also sees how his boy looks at the Harrington kid and decides that it’s better for them to have a private space) so they both get their own trailers. They place them right next to each other, with Max’s there too. The three trailers make a sort of u shape, all facing inward.

On Saturdays everyone goes to Steve’s house, even if they aren’t playing. They refuse to miss out on Steve’s cooking, and he gets more company is his big ass house. But on Thursdays, Robin and Nancy have date night so Steve is on his own, until Max calls him and asks him to join her and El for girls night. He immediately says yes and now, when he drops the kids off at Eddie’s for Hellfire, he walks over to Max’s trailer and hangs with Max and El.

They are the ones who introduce him to make up, because they pester him until he lets them practice on him. He gives token arguments at best, but always concedes and as they keep practicing, he finds he likes it more and more. He starts discretely writing down product names and buying them for himself to practice at home, until he suddenly has to drag his mother’s old vanity down from the attic to put in his room for all the make up he’s collected.

He gets pretty organizers and brushes for himself, setting it all out proudly on the vanity in his room. Robin is the only one who ever really goes in there so it’s not a big deal.

He talks to Robin about it, because he knows he’s a boy but he like girly things, and she assures him that it’s okay, they have definitely seen weirder things than a boy who likes make up. After that talk she starts shopping with him, and eventually (after she begs him to loop her in) Nancy joins them and now Steve has two people to help him.

His vanity now has make up and pretty hair clips and bows, necklaces and bracelets on a little tree, clip on earrings in a bowl (he’s still too nervous to get his ears actually pierced). Then, he asks Rob and Nance to help him buy some new clothes. Nancy digs out Steve’s mother’s sewing kit and they measure him, figuring out what sizes he would be, and then drag him out to the stores. When he comes home with some new soft shirts in pretty colors and a couple honest to god skirts, he feels lighter than air.

Of course, because his children have no manners, his secret doesn’t stay secret for long. It’s a lazy day for Steve. It’s a Friday in August and he has no work today, so he decides to indulge himself a bit. He does his make up the way he likes, puts a couple clips in his hair the way Nancy showed him and pulls out one of those skirts. He’s in the kitchen, feeling happy and comfortable in his skin as he dances along to the radio when he hears a crash behind him.

All of his idiot children are there. Max and El are beaming at him, so excited to see their work led to something. Mike looks constipated (not too unusual for him), Lucas looks confused for about 10 seconds before he shrugs and tosses an arm around Max’s shoulders, seemingly deciding that he doesn’t care. Will won’t look Steve in the eye, and he can see on blush under that horrible bowl cut (Steve had figured out Will since they started talking and he’s been meaning to have a chat with him, but that’s a later thought). Dustin looks like Steve is a puzzle, but he’s missing the picture. And then Steve realizes who is with them.

Eddie is standing there, looking like someone slapped him across the face. Suddenly, Steve is twice as nervous because, though he won’t admit it to anyone but Robin and Nancy, he really really likes Eddie. Thankfully though, Eddie snaps out of it pretty quickly and smiles at Steve as he pushes his way through the sea of teens to give Steve a hug. He whispers in his ear as he does this, telling him it’s okay and he looks very pretty.

Eventually the kids stop freaking out so much and, after many many questions, decide that this isn’t the weirdest thing in the world, just like Robin said.

And, if Eddie leaves Steve’s that day and speeds to Robin’s house to beg her for advice on asking Steve out because “i just saw Steve in a skirt, I cannot control myself anymore and I need to do something immediately.” Then that’s his business. But when, a week later at the Saturday Hellfire session, Eddie grabs Steve’s hand on his way back to the kitchen after dropping off snacks, and presses a kiss to the back of it, then it’s everyones business.

[sspextkr]

famine┊vampire!coryo/sejanus┊chapter two┊fic navi┊playlist

His first day home after the incident

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: emetophobia, starvation

Much to his displeasure, he wasn't allowed to go home for a week- He could already imagine the conversation he would have with his family. He was forced to stay in that same dim room for a while, the only interaction he had being assistants asking him the same questions over and over. If I knew my name yesterday, I'm pretty sure I still know it today. 

They brought him meals twice a day, yet he found himself rejecting them. On his first night, when they brought him a simple ham and cheese sandwich, he found himself throwing up the thing after a few bites. The same thing followed with breakfast the following day and the dinner he ingested later the same night. So, he just gave up on eating. Dr. Gaul refused to explain why he couldn't keep anything down.

Sleep was another thing his body denied him after a certain point. He passed out after having the first ham sandwich for God knows what reason, but it wasn't sleeping. Just being unconscious. He'd lay there for hours with his eyes closed, waiting to drift off into unconsciousness, but nothing would happen. And he felt fine. Completely fine. Better than fine, actually. The normal wear and tear he felt in his day to day life vanished. It was odd. He missed the way hunger would dig its claws into his stomach. Made him work harder, more productively. He had something to go for, but now? Nothing.

When Coriolanus was allowed home, the whole ordeal was very secretive. He had a team of peacekeepers escort him into a hidden garage, where a black limousine waited for him. Now this, he could get used to. The car was a lot more spacious than it appeared to be on the outside, coolers lining the walls filled with all sorts of beverages. The smells all conflicted, overwhelming his senses.

He sat down on the plush leather, resisting the urge to grab one of the candies off a tray to his right. He didn't want to risk throwing that up as well and ruining his uniform. The thing probably reeked. He hadn't been issued a change of clothes and was denied when he asked for some. You're changing the chemistry of my body. The least you can do is give me a clean shirt.

He was joined by two peacekeepers who sat opposite from him, looking bored. Ah, great. More awkwardness. Coriolanus cleared his throat before turning his gaze out the window. Was the sun always that bright? He flinched away from it, scooting over just enough to be hidden where the sun couldn't reach him.

"Have you eaten yet?" One of the peacekeepers asked out of the blue. Coriolanus shook his head no. "That explains it.. Here." He grabbed a bottle from one of the coolers off to the side and handed it to him.

Coriolanus took the bottle carefully and sniffed. It smelled incredible. "What's in this?"

"Just drink it. Doctor's orders."

He squinted in annoyance before screwing off the lid and taking a sip. What followed was cold, thick, and had a hint of iron. Refreshing. He drank around half of the bottle before handing it back, wiping off his lips with the back of his hand. Something red stained his skin.

"What was in that?" He asked, adding on after a moment, "I'm feeling better."

"Afraid we can't say that, sir." The other peacekeeper spoke up. "It's classified."

Some help you are. Coriolanus thought bitterly, turning his attention back to the scenery outside. They were approaching his block. He tensed. What would he even say to Tigris and the Grandma'am? He didn't have answers to any of the questions he'd ask.

“We have created the first human mutt in Panem history, and we call it a vampire.” The doctor's voice rang in his head. Vampire.. What the hell even was a vampire? It sounded so familiar, yet so foreign..

He shook off the thought as the car came to a stop. The peacekeepers got out first, then ushered him out as well. He muttered a quick and polite ‘thank you, gentlemen.’ Before watching the limousine round back to the cave it came from. The sun peeked out from its place behind the clouds, and he took that as a sign to begin his trudge up the stairs to his penthouse. Why did it sting his skin so bad?

Coriolanus was able to climb them easier than he remembered. It was long and tedious, sure, but he didn't feel the slightest amount of exhaustion. What he felt mostly was dread.

Just like a bandaid, he told himself as he opened the door to his penthouse. The place was just as he remembered. He entered with newfound stealth, not yet calling out for his family. What would he even say? Should he lie? Probably. But what would be plausible? He didn’t know if Gaul had updated his family on his.. Condition? Could he even call it his condition?

Ponder on that later. He thought, making a beeline for the bathroom. It was still pretty early in the day, so they shouldn’t have run out of hot water yet. A hot shower was just what he needed after the whole ordeal.

He wouldn’t be able to stay in for too long since Tigris normally got up for work around his time. Shit, Tigris. Maybe he should’ve pondered a bit longer on what to say to his cousin- A response for if they knew and a response for if they didn’t know what happened to him.

He was too exhausted to bother putting on anything proper, slipping on a fresh pair of underwear and his father's silk robe. Hopefully now he looked a little more proper. He wiped off the small build up of condensation on the mirror and went to grab his hairbrush, freezing at the sight of his reflection.

He looked sick. Pale. Even more so than usual. His eyes, already naturally cold, had lost their sense of humanity. He looked dead.

And what was the most concerning were the two little fangs starting to grow in.

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Exhausted and maybe even delusional, too, Coriolanus retreated to his bedroom, deciding a nap would be for the best. He awoke to the sound of his name being called and his shoulders being shaken. He jolted awake, pawing at whoever was attacking him. “Coriolanus! God, where the hell have you been?!”

Once the sleep had cleared from his eyes, he was able to see who it was- Tigris, in all of her tired, half awake beauty. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that left his mouth was air that Tigris managed to squeeze out of his lungs with a crushing hug. “Don't you do that to me again.”

She doesn't know. He wrapped his arms around his cousin in return, patting her back awkwardly until she pulled away, still clinging onto one of his hands. “Now, what the hell happened?”

“I.. Caught a flu. You know the one that's going around? A new strand, very.. Very dangerous.” Could I be any worse at lying? “They quarantined me in Dr. Gaul’s lab.. Wouldn't let me go until I was symptom free.”

Tigris didn't buy it one bit. He could tell by the look in her eyes, but he also knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't press anymore than she would have to. “.. I'm glad you're okay. Why didn't you call, though?”

“Oh.. Her lab. It's- It's deep underground. Out of reception range.” Maybe he was better at lying than he originally thought he was. “Phones were prohibited. She's very.. Very secretive.”

The look in Tigris’ eyes shifted. Had he managed to fool her so easily?  ".. Like I said, just don't do that to me again. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, too."

Coriolanus frowned, squeezing his cousin's hand. "Don't you worry about that.. I'm not going anywhere.."

Tigris squeezed his hand back. "They fed you down there, right? You look ghastly, Coryo. No offense."

"I feel ghastly." He chuckled softly. "They did, don't worry.. Most boring ham and cheese sandwiches I've ever tasted."

"Still.." Tigris placed the back of her hand against his forehead. "You look like a ghost.. I'm going to make you something not so boring."

Coriolanus caught her wrist as she began to stand up. "Don't. Save it for the Grandma'am." Came the response, quick as second nature.

Tigris pulled her bony wrist away gently. "I'm sure the Grandma'am will understand.. She's been worried sick about you, too, you know."

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Lunch went as he had expected. Tigris had made him an excellent chicken noodle soup with some leftover bits of last night's dinner, and he spewed it right back up. At least he wasn't alone this time. Tigris brushed his curls out of his face and rubbed his back, muttering kind words like she used to when they were younger. "Maybe you're not over that flu yet.."

Coriolanus groaned, slouching back onto his bed. "Maybe.. I hope it passes soon.. I don't want to stay away from the Academy for too long."

"They'll understand.. That reminds me. We got a call from the Plinth's earlier. Their boy has been worried about you."

".. Sejanus?" He asked.

Tigris nodded, combing back his sweat-soaked curls. "Hasn't seen you all week. He said something about Dr. Gaul and the thing you had with her.. You asked him for advice on something?"

".. Oh.. That was nothing. Just another one of her assignments on the glory of war." He laughed weakly. "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"I don't like her, just from what I've heard about her.. She sounds scary. How demented do you have to be to want to come up with new ways to kill children every year?"

It's not that hard, actually. "Maybe she just has a.. Vivid imagination."

[allylikethecat]

Matty and George number 14!! This is such a cool idea

Yay! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it isn't that you still enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it- it was a nice break from working on my many WIPs. Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... casually

Matty looked down at his notes app, frowning when he realized the only thing written was “cheese.” He knew, rationally, that he needed more groceries than just cheese. He had been on tour for the last six months and even before that his pantry had been embarrassingly sparse. He hadn’t even specified what kind of cheese. Was he looking for a block of cheese? Grated cheese? Those cheese sticks he had discovered in America and become absolutely obsessed with? Matty at two am when he decided he was going to be an adult and make a shopping list had not specified. The Matty of today knew that if it had been important enough for him, stoned and jet lagged, so tired he couldn’t even dream of falling asleep, to write down, the sole item on his shopping list, it was clearly important that he got the right kind. He didn’t want to light up tonight and then be hit with a wave of crushing devastation about not having the right kind of cheese. 

He sighed. He would revisit the cheese. He tried to remember if he had toilet paper. He knew he at least had the one roll. It had been extremely comforting to take a shit in his own bathroom before he attempted to go to sleep the night before, he had missed his two ply after months on the road, staying in hotels and shitting in concert venues. It was so nice to be surrounded by his soothing, gray, stone walls, and the eucalyptus plant in the shower that he paid a woman to come water twice a week while he was gone. 

She was also supposed to feed his fish. The fish that were mysteriously missing from their tank when he returned, but Sheila had been putting up with him for years and he wasn’t about to ruin that relationship when he suddenly couldn’t even remember if he had actually bought fish for the tank in the entryway or just thought about it. He was pretty sure other than the guys, Sheila might be one of the few people in London that didn’t hate him. Unless she stole his fish.  Regardless, he needed to go buy more fish, or maybe the first batch of fish. He couldn’t remember, but his fish tank was empty and he needed to do something about it. If he remembered. If Sheila had stolen his fish he wondered why she didn’t just take the entire tank. He looked down at his notes app and added “Fish” to his list. 

He went to run his fingers through his curls, before remembering he was wearing a baseball hat. Fuck. He was still so tired, a bone deep weariness that would take days to overcome as he readjusted to his civilian life. It was probably for the best, they were greasy and in desperate need of a wash. He had been too exhausted, and too high, to do more than stand under the spray and admire his eucalyptus plant when he got home. His plant was thriving, no thanks to him, and the light aroma of the leaves made his chest feel nice as he breathed in the steam. He wondered if Sheila would know if he needed to buy toilet paper. He wondered if it was pathetic to text her. He should probably buy more just in case. He would use it eventually. He wished they hadn’t rearranged everything in the store while he was gone. He didn’t even know where to look for toilet paper anymore. 

“Well you look like you’re having a productive trip,” George said, glancing down at Matty’s empty basket when he slid up beside him and leaned down to press a casual kiss to the corner of his mouth. Matty let out a whine of frustration. They had decided to divide and conquer, and so far, Matty had not conquered anything. George’s basket was full though, overflowing with fresh produce, meat and even a bottle of Coca Cola that Matty wanted but was refusing to buy for himself since he was trying to drink less soda. It didn’t count when George brought it for him though. 

“I don’t know what kind of cheese I want,” he said, pathetically, glaring at the shelves as if they had personally offended him. 

George laughed, “well, considering you’re standing in the cereal aisle, I’m not sure how to help you.” 

“I was looking for toilet paper,” Matty said, he knew he was whining slightly, but George just chuckled. He could tell Matty was exhausted, his eyes red and swollen, his eye lids drifting shut then snapping open as if he was going to fall asleep on his feet in the cereal aisle in Tesco. 

“We actually used up everything you panic bought during the pandemic?” George asked, not addressing the fact that he was still in the wrong aisle. Matty groaned again, slamming his face into George’s chest in frustration. He had an entire, what was supposed to be a linen cabinet, closet full of toilet paper. His mother had sent him into a tizzy when the pandemic started, and he had panic bought more toilet paper than a single man could ever hope to go through on his own. Even when he and George got back together, they were on tour most of the year, and had barely made a dent in Matty’s stash.   

“I forgot about that,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of George’s tee shirt. George smirked and kissed the top of Matty’s head, sending a little shiver down Matty’s spine.

He loved how casual George was with his affection, how nonchalant he was, dropping little kisses to Matty’s body, little touches, fingers dragged lightly across his back or to brush his curls out of his eyes, reminding Matty that he was loved even when he was filled with self doubt and didn’t love himself. George was so confident, so casual with his affection, as if it was just something so normal to be sharing, to be sharing with Matty that he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the worst.

“Why don’t we pay and head home,” George said, running a hand down Matty’s back. Matty wished he could feel the warmth of his hand through his blue Nike hoodie, but the fabric was too thick. “I think there’s a nap in our future.” 

“But the cheese,” Matty whined, mentally cursing two am Matty for not being more specific with his list. 

“I’ll go grab a few different options,” George said, “and will meet you by the check out.” 

“Fine,” Matty grumbled, stepping back so that George could press one last peck to his lips before turning down the aisle, off to the refrigeration section to get Matty cheese.

Matty grabbed a box of Frosties and added it to his empty basket, at least he was contributing something to the household, he thought with a yawn, dragging his feet down the aisle towards the self checkout. He was so tired his ankles hurt. He wondered if George would be up for stopping at Caffe Nero on the way home. He was in desperate need of a coffee. He glanced down at his phone, making sure there wasn’t anything else he was forgetting. He froze, blinking at the screen in confusion. What the fuck did he mean by Fish?

[pbandjesse]

I'm sitting in the ER. This is not how I thought today was going to go.

I shouldn't be to terribly surprised. I slept horribly. Like I was so excited to sleep in our new house. We already ran into a homeowner problem and our shower won't get hot. Fixable but something we couldn't deal with last night. We each took room temperature showers and went to sleep.

I was tossing and turning a lot last night. My breathing was bad. I was wheezing a lot. And my throat hurts so bad. Every time I swallow I grimace. It was pretty terrible. But that didn't really dampen my excitement for being in our house.

I really love the placement of the bed. And when the sun rose it made the room glowy and warm.

But even though I was really happy about that I felt like garbage. I was trying to convince myself I was well so I could go to work. So through my grimacing I got dressed. And James made the bed. And James packed me a little lunch. And I thought about staying home. But instead James drove me to work.

We would stop for hash browns. That was painful to eat but tasted good.

When we got to camp I was very surprised to see that the office has a beautiful new red tin roof! Very cool! I would learn later that it took 3 days to install.

James was trying to be supportive but I was struggling talking and they were struggling to hear me and I kept having to repeat myself which was very painful and I was getting very upset. James would head out with the car to do some chores. We decided they would come back for me around lunch.

I would occupy the first hour with checking my emails. Drawing my sticker of the day. And working on my example document for my workshop this weekend. This was nice and I felt productive. Even if I physically felt really bad.

Sarah would come in soon and was sad to hear I wasn't feeling good. But her and everyone else was really excited to hear about our trip to Disney. Which I was excited to talk about despite it been a little painful to talk.

I would have a nice morning overall though.

I got to help with some stuff. Me and Sarah drove up to Yukon to measure mattress covers. Forgot the keys and the tape measure and had to go back down to the office. Oops.

I would also help Elizabeth compile wedding interest emails for 2025. I was struggling but at least I was doing stuff.

I had originally asked James to get me at 1. But around 11 I asked them to come at noon. But they misunderstood and said they had planned on leaving at noon. But they would split the difference and come at 1230 when it was realized the confusion.

I was so happy to see them. I was so excited to go home. It would take a while to get home. I was drifting off and my head my lolling all over the place.

When we got home I was surprised the house was a little smokey. James has burned some butter. But that was okay but didn't smell or anything. All I wanted was to lay down.

I had to put a few things away. But it didn't take long. James came and tried to baby me. Sweetp was there. I was so cold.

I got my light up mirror and looked in my throat and was surprised by how inflamed and swollen it was in there. I had spit up a little blood earlier. I was worried.

I don't like going to the doctor. I avoid it. I have no fears of the doctor but half the time when you go because you're sick they tell you fluids and bed rest. Duh. But this felt more serious. I asked James to call our PCP and ask what to do.

They told James to take me to urgent care. But I was so tired. We negotiated and decided I would sleep for one hour and then they could take me.

It was actually really good sleep. I didn't wake myself up a bunch. I was cold but James out a heating pad on me and I went right to sleep.

When I woke up I didn't want to be. I didn't want to go to the doctor. But James said we had to.

I filled my new diet coke cup with water. My throat hurts so bad but I thought it would help sooth it a little. James would run around the house for a bit because they couldn't find their keys (had fallen into a shoe??) And I sadly sat in my studio until they were ready to go.

They were really nice at patient first. We didn't have to wait to long. They did a bunch of tests on me. No strep or COVID. But the nurse kept going "oh honey..." When she looked in my throat. The doctor who came back to look at me said he thinks it's an abscess and if it gets worse it could close off my airway. Terrifying. I was very close to tears.

They told me I needed to go to the ER. I did not want to do that. But he insisted. So after taking my blood and winding my white blood count was elevated, James would drive me to the ER.

And that's where I am now. With a dying phone. I am also super hungry. I'm going to wait to post this and update it as the night goes on. We have been here a while now, and will continue to be for a lot longer I'm sure. There's 50 people here at least. And it's been very confusing but at least every staff member has been so nice.

We are still waiting. I'm considering asking James to take me somewhere else. But a sweet boy just bought a pizza and shared with a few people who have been stuck here for hours. He's refusing money because he believes the karma will come back to him. What a sweet heart.

After someone who came in right after us was told there was still 50 people ahead of him we started calling other hospitals. We left Bayview and went to Union memorial around 8. And while it's much smaller and quieter, it is also full. And tensions are high?? Two people have stormed out. One girl has been verbally accosting the security guard. Like we're going to get seen eventually. At least it's quieter.

Progress! After an hour wait we have made it to a room! I am very excited to be laying down.

Someone has come back to speak to me. And she does not think it's an abscess that will choke me. But she is concerned. And it looks like I may be out on steroids but I am waiting to hear more. I am absolutely exhausted. I cannot wait to go home. I hope it's soon.

So after a bit more waiting (and my phone dying) they declared that because both of my tonsils are swollen it is not an abscess and I just have tonsillitis. An infection. They gave me steroids, a very strong ibuprofen, and a drinkable lidocaine and I already feel a lot better. My heart rate was high so they wanted me to sit and drink water to get it to calm down.

Taking the lidocaine helped but it was horrific to take. It was like a jelly and I gagged and almost threw up. I did warn everyone before hand because I knew that would happen. But at least it helped quickly and I don't feel like I'm drowning anymore.

We were free to go after they checked my heart again. And I was thrilled.

We just got home and I'm charging my phone. Im going to wash my face and James is going to bring me ice cream. And then hopefully I can just fall asleep.

I already let Alexi know I wouldn't be in work tomorrow. And James took off too. So I get to be babied a bit tomorrow. And I'm hoping that I can just feel better. Do some drawing. And rest.

I hope your night wasn't as eventful. I love you all. Goodnight