#and I can't stand my phone fucking dinging at me all fucking day

[alanaisalive]

Hey, @staff, uh, why the fuck does the Tumblr app need permission to post notifications just to play audio? That seems shady and dumb.

[luvismenu]

their first time fucking —

⋆˚࿔ fuckboy!jungkook 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ extra ࣪ ִֶָ☾. written, nsfw

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“are you sure about this?”

“yes, like i said, go slo— i told you to go slow jungkook!”

“oh fuck-”

“you ruined it!!!” you exclaim as you watch jungkook lose a game that the two of you have been playing for the last 30 minutes. well, he's the one playing and you're kind of.. helping.

you wanted to play, but he insisted he wanted to play alone because you're a 'nerd' and couldn't play as well as he could—which earned him a smack on the head from you.

“i told you, you have to wait until the monster appears,” you huff, and he slumps back into the couch.

“okay, expert, whatever,” he shrugs.

“yeah, whatever,” you roll your eyes.

jungkook relaxes into the couch, his head thrown back as he groans, “where is this mother fu—”

ding!

“i think you got a text,” you say, glancing at his phone on the small table beside the couch.

“oh, you think so?” he mocks, and you glare him.

hoseok invited you for your usual study session. normally, you both would go to the library or the café he likes, which you didn't mind. today, though, he said he wanted to study at his frat house because it would just be the two of you.

and you couldn't miss a chance like that now would you?

but when you arrived, hoseok was nowhere to be found, and it was jungkook who let you in.

what a fun way to find out that all the fuckboys live in the same house.

jungkook told you that the other members were out doing what they usually do—things you'd rather not know about.

and now, you're just waiting for hoseok to come back.

“oh... okay,” jungkook says aloud as he sets his phone aside, turning to you.

“was it him? is he coming?” you ask.

“nah, he's getting wasted with the others, probably won't be back until.. i don't know, early morning i guess?” jungkook replies, “oh and i told him you were here. he said he's sorry that he forgot and told me to tell you to go home safe.”

you sulk at his words.

he notices.

“he... forgot?” you ask, your voice dropping.

“that's what he said. if you don't believe me, you can take my phone and see his texts.”

“no, no, i mean...” you sigh. “uh sorry, i should get going then.”

you stand up, grabbing your bag. but before you can take a step forward, jungkook speaks up.

“we can play another game if you want.”

you look at him. he holds up his controller, placing the second one beside him.

“together.”

“i am tired,” he groans, throwing the controller onto the couch as he walks toward the kitchen and you follow him.

“for a fuckboy, you have less stamina,” you joke.

“i was studying the whole day—”

you raise a brow.

“i know, yeah me, studying?? woah, impossible!!” he mocks himself, then continues more seriously, “trust me, i study.”

he grabs a can of beer from the fridge and closes it. “sometimes.”

you can't help but scoff a laugh.

“you don't have to explain yourself,” you say, crossing your arms as he takes a sip of the beer before responding.

“i know, but it's you i’m talking to, so—”

“what do you mean, me?”

he tilts his head. “aren't we friends?”

“yeah?”

he smiles. “then i gotta prove that i’m not as bad as you think i am.”

“i don't—”

“you do.”

you think for a second and sigh. “i do.”

that makes both of you chuckle.

“i think i should go now, it's getting late,” you tell jungkook, glancing at the clock on the wall. you walk toward the door, and he follows you.

“thank you for the ice cream,” you say, referring to the treat you had a few minutes ago.

“it's okay, it wasn't mine anyway,” he shrugs, and you gasp.

“what the fuck, why did you let me eat it then?”

“relax! it’s hoseok's. he wouldn't mind since he literally ditched you tonight,” he says, then realizes how it sounds as he sees the change in your expression. “i didn't mean—”

“no, it's okay. he did kind of ditch me, but it doesn't really matter. i can meet him some other time.” you smile, trying to ease the awkwardness.

you're kinda rethinking about getting fucked by him anyway.

“right...” he trails off.

you both stand there for a moment, the silence stretching between you before he breaks it.

“so, i guess i'll text— mmph.” and you do it again. you cut him off just like when you first met him, but this time, the kiss lasts longer.

“w-wait,” he breathes out as he pulls back, staring at you. “you wanna fuck?”

“well, i don't know—”

“why did you kiss me then?” he asks

you look at him. why did you kiss him?

because hoseok isn't available? no.

because you're desperate? ... you're not sure.

“i don't know…” you finally say.

he opens his mouth to say something but stops.

“i just wanted to,” you add, and he's visibly surprised.

“is that wrong?” you continue, your eyes searching his.

jungkook's gaze softens. “no,” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “but you don't like fuckboys and also we're friends—”

“yes, but tonight's different.” you say, reaching out to tug him back towards you, “you know, like a one time thing.”

he raises an eyebrow, his voice uncertain. “so, you wanna fuck and then wake up tomorrow like nothing happened? like we didn't do anything?”

you roll your eyes. “if you keep talking, we really won't do anything.”

“okay then final question, answer this with a yes or no” he says, his tone teasingly demanding, almost childish, and it makes you scoff a laugh.

“what?”

he smirks.

“wanna fuck?”

you smirk back.

“yes.”

───────── the wall ─────────

“o-oh fuck, jungkook, yes!” you moan out, your fingers tangled in his hair. his head is buried between your thighs, which are wrapped tightly around his neck. your hips are lifted, your back pressed against the wall as he stays on his knees.

he's been tongue-fucking you for a few minutes now, and you can feel yourself reaching the edge.

“mm, you taste so sweet.” he laps at your clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his teeth before releasing it with a pop. “i could eat this pretty cunt all day long.”

without warning, you cum on his mouth, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure course through you.

he swallows it all, his tongue still working on your sensitive pussy, making you squirm and whimper from the overstimulation.

slowly, he stands up as lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. he keeps you pressed against the wall, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he looks at you as you're gasping for air, that cocky grin forming on his lips.

“you want me forreal.”

“are you kidding me? right now?” you can't believe he's saying that after you just came so hard. but maybe it’s because of the orgasm, because instead of getting annoyed, you find yourself laughing a little.

“you came so much so i—” you cut him off with a kiss, your lips crashing onto his as you taste yourself, sucking on his tongue to shut him up.

he pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours.

“what's next, darling?”

───────── the floor ─────────

“t-that tickles,” you giggle when you feel jungkook softly rubbing your waist while his tongue laps at your right nipple.

“my tongue?” he asks, his eyes looking up at you as he moves to kiss your left nipple. you're both sprawled on the floor, his hands moving up and down your body as he hovers over you.

“your hands,” you gasp softly, taking in the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

“mmh,” he hums as his hands slide up, grabbing both of your breasts, squeezing them gently. you arch your back slightly when he squeezes them together, and he buries his face between them, licking and nipping at the soft flesh.

“can i suck your dick?” you say quickly, almost before thinking, and it makes jungkook pull back, looking at you in surprise. he clearly wasn’t expecting that.

“you wanna?” he asks, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“why do you look so surprised? never got your dick sucked before?” you joke, a grin forming on your lips as you see the stunned look on his face.

he rolls his eyes at you, his lips curving into a smirk. it's funny because it's usually you who’s rolling your eyes at him.

“just making sure,”

───────── the couch ─────────

“y-you're doing so good, f-fuck,” he groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you choke and drool on his cock. you're on your knees, gripping his thighs while he sits naked on the couch, his cock in your mouth.

his head falls back as he moans, and he bucks his hips up just slightly, pushing deeper into your throat.

he fucking loves this.

“mmfph-” you let out a muffled sound as your eyes start to water. he looks down at you, taking in the sight of you on your knees for him, your lips stretched around his length. reaching out, he wipes away a tear, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheek, his touch oddly tender given the situation.

“that's it, darling. you're being such a good girl,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath but enough for you to hear. “sucking my cock and looking at me like that... you look so fucking pretty.”

you pull back just slightly, taking a quick breath before diving right back in. your head bobs up and down, your tongue gliding along the underside of his cock, taking him as deep as you can. each time you do, he lets out a low groan, his abs tightening.

“oh fuck, i'm close,” he grunts, his grip on your hair loosening and you pull back.

“can i-” he starts to ask, but you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, and he curses under his breath.

he strokes himself a few times, his breath hitching, and then he releases, hot ropes of cum spilling onto your tongue. you keep your mouth open, letting him see before swallowing it all, licking him clean until there's nothing left. once you're done, you pull away, giving him a proud smile.

he chuckles, shaking his head slightly, clearly amused by your behavior.

“you're not what i expected,”

───────── bed ─────────

“did you fuck anyone here before?” you ask as you look at jungkook between your legs. your thighs are wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed against the softness of his bed.

“no,” he says simply as he reaches over to grab a condom. “i don't bring girls here.”

“why not?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“because i'm never alone,” he explains, tearing the packet open with ease.

“but we're alone right now,” you point out, watching every one of his movements.

“i was supposed to go out with hoseok and the others, but i was tired, remember? so i stayed in. and honestly, i'm glad i did that.” he rolls the condom onto his length.

you smack his shoulder playfully, and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“now, are you really sure about this?” he asks, his hands gently gripping your hips, holding you steady.

“for the tenth time, yes, i am,” you respond, “like i said, it’s a one-time thing,” you remind him.

he gives a small nod, then grabs his cock, rubbing the tip along your wet folds, making you whimper at the feeling.

“just fucking put it in,” you breathe out,

he grins, leaning down just a bit closer. “say please, darling,”

“if you think i’m gonna beg for it, think again,” you say, your eyes narrowing at him.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “so bossy,” he mutters, and then, without further delay, he pushes his cock into you.

“f-fuck..” you bite down on your lower lip, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel him stretching you. the fullness is almost overwhelming, but there's a hint of pleasure there, building slowly.

he pauses for a moment, his gaze searching your face. “you okay, darling?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

“y-yeah,” you manage to say, breathing heavily. “it feels... bigger than i expected,” you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly.

his grin widens at that, and he starts to move, thrusting in and out of you in a slow, steady rhythm. normally, you'd have some sassy comeback for that look on his face, but right now, it feels too good to say anything at all.

no wonder women love him.

you came once.

“fuck— nngh y-yes!!” you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming as your body trembles around him.

“oh my go— i am— fuck!” jungkook moans, his head falling back onto the pillow as you ride him, your hips bouncing on his cock.

twice.

“you like that, hm? you like getting your pussy fucked from behind?” his voice is a growl as he grips your ass, pounding into you relentlessly. you’re on all fours, your moans mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. tears well up at the edges of your eyes, the pleasure bordering on too much, but you don’t want him to stop.

make it a third time.

“fuck..”

jungkook groans as he collapses onto the bed, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes closed. exhaustion drips from his voice as he mumbles, “you’re such a freak.”

you sit beside him, still naked, your fingers lightly tracing patterns over his chest. “one more round?” you suggest, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “yeah, right.”

you tilt your head, raising a brow at him, your expression almost challenging.

his eyes widen just a bit. “oh, you’re serious?” he asks, genuinely surprised.

you nod, shrugging slightly. “how are you not tired?” he breathes out, his voice laced with disbelief.

“i can take some more, i guess,” you say casually, though the glint in your eyes betrays your eagerness.

“i am sorry to disappoint, darling, but i think i am done for tonight.” he lets out a tired sigh, and he sees you pout.

“woah,” he murmurs, watching the way your lips form into a cute little pout. it’s endearing. he’s seen so many sides of you tonight—and now... this.

cute and.. whiny?

“pleaseee, jungkook, one more time!!” you whine, your voice soft and pleading, making his heart skip a beat.

he blinks, like he’s just seeing a new part of you, something he never expected. maybe it’s the endorphins, or just the moment—whatever it is, this side of you is cute, almost innocent in your need.

he likes it.

“how about this,” he says, a grin forming on his lips, “we take a shower, and maybe we can go for another round there, hm?”

“shower sex?” you ask.

he nods.

“no, it’s unsafe,” you respond immediately, shaking your head.

he sighs dramatically, his grin widening. “well then, no more sex for tonight,” he says, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “maybe some other night.”

you roll your eyes, huffing. “you wish”

he chuckles, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close.

“i do.”

a/n: i hope it's not too confusing 😣

[georgeclarkesgf]

a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

--------

a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 12: Barry Allen x Male!reader - The other side of the world

You had been in London for two weeks for work and you talked on the phone with Barry every day.

“I can't wait to come home next week, I miss you so much,” you tell your boyfriend over the phone.

“I know I've been counting down the days till you get back,” he replies.

“Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

“Oh yeah we finally locked up mirror master today, caught him while he was trying to rob a bank,” he tells you.

“That's great,” you reply happily but you had been horny for days and was missing more than just hearing his voice, “I miss you.”

“You said that already,” he chuckles.

“No Barry, I miss you,” you say and then Barry's phone dings that he got a message.

He opens it up to see you sent him a photo of you in your hotel bed, you're shirtless with your sweatpants pulled down just enough to tease him with the base of your cock.

“Barry? You still there?” You ask when he doesn't say anything.

“Open your door,” he finally says, breaking the moment of silence.

You get up and walk over to the door, opening it up to find Barry standing there.

“You really ran to the other side of the world for me?” You ask, hanging up your phone and slipping it in the pocket of your sweats.

“I'd run around the world a million times for you,” he says, stepping inside the room and kissing you hard.

He kicks off his shoes as you make out, walking backwards towards the bed.

He pushes you down to sit on the edge and he gets to his knees, kissing your lower stomach as he pulls your sweats off.

“If I knew all it took for you to run across an ocean was a dick pic I would have sent you one days ago,” you laugh as he strokes you, your cock growing hard in his hand.

He chuckles and takes your semi hard cock in his mouth, expertly bobbing his head.

You tangle your hand in his hair, giving him praise as he sucks your now fully erect cock.

“God Barry you always make me feel so good,” you groan as he massages your balls.

He continues to work your cock but now his finger is playing with your hole, easing it inside.

You moan loudly as he uses his powers to vibrate his finger stretching you out.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, when Barry learned this trick a few years ago he took full advantage of it whenever possible.

He adds a second finger, pumping them deeper inside you and continuously hitting your g spot as he has your entire cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you shout, cumming straight down his throat.

Barry swallows it all, removing his fingers and releasing your cock with a wet pop.

“Turn over baby,” he tells you as he stands up and you crawl onto the bed, your ass in the air ready to be fucked by him.

Barry strips off his clothes, slapping his hard cock against your ass to tease you.

“Barry,” you groan as he slips the tip inside you.

“I've had to use our toys to get myself off the last two weeks but none of them ever felt as good as your ass,” he says, holding onto your waist as he starts to fuck you.

It doesn't take long for you to get hard again with Barry pounding you from behind but then he starts to vibrate his cock.

“Oh my god yes just like that,” you cry out, your eyes rolling back.

Barry smirks proudly knowing exactly what he's doing to you and he also gets the benefit of getting to watch your ass jiggle from the vibrations.

You reach down and start jerking yourself off, another orgasm quickly approaching.

“I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” you chant, shooting out onto the bedsheets.

Barry returns to a normal human pace, pulling out of you and vibrating his hand as he uses it to help him cum all over your ass.

He speeds to the bathroom and grabs a towel as your arms finally give out on you and you fall to the mattress.

Back with a nice soft towel from the bathroom he cleans the cum off your ass and the sheets letting you flip over onto your back.

Throwing the towel to the floor he crawls onto the bed and lays next to you, “you okay babe? I didn’t over do it did I?”

“Baby that was incredible,” you say, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his chest.

[shares-a-vest]

While my shoulder has been fucked up I've been watching a lot of football AND sports commentary shows, which I have found myself enjoying??? As always, I've kept the actual sports ball details vague seeing as I barely know American sports.

Eddie walks into the living room to find Steve on his feet and standing far too close to the television. He has the phone to his ear and his shoulders are tensing.

"I cannot believe this," he says to Robin, who Eddie knows is on the other end of the line and probably just as agitated.

She must say something Steve vehemently agrees with because he nods, all stern and vibrating in agreeance. But he soon scoffs, holding the phone away as the Sportsman on the television says... Something about something baseball-related.

Steve swooshes his hand through the air in disapproval.

"Rob, are you hearing this asshole?"

The oven dings and Eddie decides to take his chances and step forward. He tip-toes quietly, making sure to keep his distance as he moves into his husband's field of vision and boy, is Steve mad about... Whatever tonight's Sports Problem is.

It's a big enough to-do that it is being discussed on (Eddie knows this much) Sportscenter.

Steve's frown deepens and his mouth down-turns to a cute – albeit grumpy – pout that has only become more accentuated with age and wrinkles.

"Dinner," Eddie mouths, adding an innocent, wiggling hand wave.

Steve props a hand on his hip and nods at him before he turns his attention back to the television. He heaves in a breath and now Eddie frowns. Because yeah, sure, Hellfire still gets his heart a-fluttering every once in a while, but these days he and the boys carry out quieter, more laid-back campaigns that would make their former selves gasp in horror.

And, Sport Problems, or not, he doesn't like the idea of Steve getting so worked up that he's wheezing.

"Rob!" Steve scolds in disbelief down the line, "What? Ugh, fine... Fine!" he looks at Eddie, "My dinner is ready too... Alright! Call me back... Mhmm," he pinches his nose, "Yes, I'll do the three-way call thing with Sinclair instead... Fine! Okay, bye."

He ends the call with a forceful pressing of the Talk/End button and murmurs to himself, practically sneering as he shoots the panel of sports commentators a look.

"Okay-p," Eddie says, clasping his hands together as he decides to charge for the remote.

He points it at the TV and gleefully reduces the group riling up his husband's undead universe-induced asthma to black nothingness.

"Calm down, Stevie-bear," he says, discarding the remote on the couch so he can rub at his back, "No more Sportscenter for now."

"But, Eddie, can you believe –"

Steve cuts himself off as Eddie loops an arm around his middle and leads him to the four-seater dining table.

"I know your hip is too bad for you to play ball these days, sweetheart, but you gotta calm down," he bargains, relieved when Steve's breathing begins to even out, "Dinner time is our quiet time."

"Yes..." Steve glances around.

Eddie narrows his eyes the moment he realises his partner has located their iPad on the breakfast bar. He tilts his head, hoping to block Steve's view of it and they soon become engaged in a silent stand-off despite standing in the middle of their living space attached at the hip, arm in arm.

It only stops when Steve purses his lips, no doubt readying himself to bring out the big guns and say something with the deadliest of bitchy lilts.

"Nope," Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, "You're not rewatching that... play you are so cranky about on the iPad. I'm sure you are right about it anyway."

Steve says nothing. Hell, he probably saw straight through that ever-so-slightly condescending attempt at deflection. But Eddie can't bring himself to be all that worried about his tone as some very real panic sets in at the sound of the pot on the stove bubbling up a little too much.

He detaches himself from his partner, thinking that ruining dinner and taking Steve away from the television will start up a World War III, the likes of which he hasn't seen since the time he brought a stray cat into the apartment, who promptly hid in the closet and pooped in Steve's new Nikes.

"I am right," Steve says, all perky and chipper now as he pulls out a chair, "Can you, uh... Do the, uh..."

He trails off, looking at the phone's keypad and gesturing to the buttons.

Eddie reaches forward and plucks the phone from Steve's hand.

"I'll set up the three-way call for you later," he says, reading his mind. He presses a kiss to his forehead and sets the phone down on the table, "Promise."

"Lucas will be ready to talk at – "

"Eight o'clock," Eddie nods, "Just in time for the replay, I know."

He pats Steve on the shoulder with reassurance. When his husband finally takes a seat, Eddie heads off to the kitchen just in time to salvage their dinner.

[graysnetwork]

Love, S. R. — Chapter 2

Warnings: Stalking, B&E, drinking

Simon Riley x Reader

Don’t read if stalking is an uncomfortable topic!!!

Months had gone by, you were still getting those anonymous messages and gifts. The gifts weren’t being given on holidays, they were small everyday gestures. Flowers, coffee, Amazon packages. It was getting harder to ignore your stalker when he was always trying to talk to you.

You told your friends about the stalker, one of them being in a relationship with a cop told you to go to the station. You laid out the entire situation and when they tried to find him they couldn't. They couldn't track down his IP address at all. That was weird.

Instead you decided to continue ignoring him, thinking that one day he’d get bored of talking to someone who wont reply. Oh how wrong you were.

Simon couldn’t get you out of his head, you infested his mind in the best possible way.

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Another day of living in constant fear, but tonight your friends were determined to give you one night of stress free partying. The plan was simple; they will pick you up, youll go to the club, drink a lot, dance, have fun, come home, sleep with no worries for the first time in months. It was the perfect plan.

Until you got out of the shower and started doing your hair. A pit in your stomach appeared as you heard the ding from your phone. You dreaded that noise every day now, knowing it would be another message from “unknown.”

Unknown: Going out, doll?

You peeked out of your window, staring out at the street below, checking for any men on the sidewalks, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Your neighborhood was quiet, peaceful—save for the fact that you were always being watched—but the people who lived in the other houses were normal.

You returned to your vanity, ignoring the message from him. Maybe it was biased to assume it was a man stalking you but your gut told you so.

Unknown: Ignoring me again?

Unknown: C’mon, sweets, just talk to me

Unknown: It’s getting annoying.

Unknown: Just reply, sweetheart

Unknown: I just wanna know if your going out

Unknown: I wanna keep you safe

Unknown: Answer me.

…

You: Leave me alone.

Unknown: You know I can't do that, sweetheart

You: Don’t call me that?

Unknown: Call you what? Sweetheart?

You: Yes

Unknown: Why not?

You: Its annoying, I don't know you, and you're creepy

Unknown: You wound me, my love

Unknown: You know me, I know you. I can call you whatever I like

You: how have you been watching me?

Unknown: Way to switch the topics, my love

You: How?

Unknown: You should close your curtains

You: fucking creep

You hit the block button again—to no avail.

He continues sending texts while you get ready, close your curtains, and lock up the door. You made your way to your friends’ car and whisk away the thoughts of your stalker.

Hours later you arrive home, the lock seems different but you don't think anything of it. You've had much more than enough to drink tonight.

You walk into your home, tossing your bag and keys on your couch. Huh, was that light on when you left? Again, you think nothing of it, you were dizzy, drunk, and so ready for bed. You make your way into your bedroom, the bed was made—not how you left it—you thought you’d left your entire wardrobe on it when you searched for an outfit earlier. You sit down, take your heels off and flop back against the bed, watching the ceiling spin until you force yourself up.

You did only the basics; change into pajamas, tie up hair, brush teeth, wash face.

You heard a thump, assuming it was the neighbors on the other side of the wall you continued washing your face without checking your room. You walk into the dimly lit room, the only source of light being the moon. You definitely closed those curtains, right? You rubbed your eyes, staring at the window, everything’s blurry. Finally, your eyes focus and you see him, a tall dark figure standing right by the window.

“I’m so drunk” you mumble to yourself, reaching out to shoo the apparition away. You get close before the figure's hand wraps around your wrist. “Not imagining things, love” a deep, gruff, British voice reassures you, he steps closer to you, the moonlight only helps you see a little more of him. Short hair, a stubble that covers the expanse of his jaw and above his lip, he wears a hoodie, jeans too—you think, you're not very sure of anything right now.

“Who are you?” you whisper. “Yours” he responds, taking a step closer and grabbing your waist. You giggle, you would laugh at anything right now, even a bad knock knock joke. “Seriously” you smiled at him as he guided you towards your bed, a small smile touches his lips but disappears when you don't comply and lay down. He’s annoyed you won't just lay back but he also loves the way you're staring at him; doe eyed.

“Simon, but don't tell anyone” he says, smiling at the giggles that leave your mouth. “Say my name, love” “simon?” you said softly. He could get used to this, listening to you like this every night, he should've done this much sooner.

“Do we know each other, Simon?” You ask, wondering how he got into your house, why he got in. “We’ve met. We’ve texted, remember? “Unknown” ring a bell?” “You're the stalker?” “Wouldn’t say “stalker,” love, more like a secret admirer, and you've seen me now so it's not secret anymore.”

You hum as he finally gets you to lay back on your mattress. “You comfy, love?” he asks, pulling the blankets over you. You hum again. He smiles and strokes your hair out of your face, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Drink some water” he whispers and holds the bottle for you as you drink from it. “Now, get some sleep, love” he whispers, kissing your temple, and stroking your hair with his fingers to coax you to sleep. It works perfectly, you're out like a light, in dreamland while Simon sits beside you and watches your sleepy, relaxed form.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing your head throughout the night.

The last kiss is the most painful for him, he leaves an aspirin water bottle on your bedside table, he’s tempted to leave a note but he’s sure it’ll send you into a panic when you wake up later. He leaves your room, fixes the lock on your door since he broke it when he broke in last night. And finally, he leaves.

[princessmaybank]

New Message

Pairings: JJ x fem!bestfriend!xreader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, sexting, mention of masterbation, making out, etc.

Summary: JJ woke Y/N up at early hours of the morning because he needed her help.

Authors Note: Enjoy! Let me know if I should write a part 2!

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I looked at the clock that sat next to my bed. It read 1:36am.

*1 New Message from Jayj <3*

JJ: Hey are you awake?

I groaned. What could my best friend possibly need at this time? Was he in trouble? Was he hurt? I had no idea.

Y/N: I am now. What's up are you okay??

I wasn't expecting an immediate response but that's what I got.

JJ: No I need your help

Y/N: What's wrong?? Do I need to come get you?

JJ: No but if you came over I wouldn't mind 😉

That is not the kind of response that you use when your friend thinks you are dying, well unless you are JJ Maybank.

Y/N: Okay then what do you need?? Why did you wake me up???

JJ: I'm hornyyyyy

A sudden redness shot to my cheeks. JJ definitely play flirted with his friends, including me but this takes the cake. Yes he was hot, yes I had a little crush on him, no I did not expect this.

Y/N: Uhm- why are you telling me this JJ?

JJ: Bc you're my best friend, and I've noticed the way you've been looking at me. You undress me with your eyes every time you see me

Somehow I was blushing even harder than before. How did he know? Before I could respond I heard my phone ding again.

JJ: I know you wanna see what I'm packing, you're at least a lil curious.

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

I gasped. I wasn't entirely ready to see that, but I'm not gonna lie I did like it.

Y/N: JJ. You're my best friend, and don't you have a line of girls ready for you at all times?

JJ: I mean I guess, but none of them are you.

JJ WANTED ME?!?! OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WHO I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON FOR A YEAR, WANTS ME?!?!

Y/N: What do you need from me JJ?

JJ: I need you to talk dirty to me please. I'll do anything.

I gave in so quickly. This could be the one chance I have with him.

Y/N: Are you touching yourself baby?

This was my first time talking like this so I had no idea what I was doing.

JJ: Just for you princess.

The thought of JJ touching himself to me and calling me princess got me extremely excited.

I couldn't stop my hand from creeping into my pants as I texted JJ back with my non-dominant hand.

Y/N: Mmm Jayj I can't stop thinking about your huge cock.

JJ: Oh fuck, please tell me you are touching yourself too.

I wasn't sure if I should lie or not.

Y/N: Of course I am after seeing you.

JJ: Good girl.

Fuck. Me. That is so hot, especially coming from him of all people.

Y/N: JJ I need you. I can't just do this by myself. I'm no good at dirty talk.

JJ: *Read 2:04 AM*

Oh no. He hates me now. He knew I wasn't experienced but he was always nice about that. This will be awkward to bring up at a later time.

About 10 minutes went by and I heard a *tink* on my window. I look over and see JJ sitting on my roof waving back at me. I eagerly opened my window and welcomed him in. Before I could get any words to leave my mouth his hands found my hips and his lips had found mine. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of my bed. He laid me down and continued our deep kiss.

"Fuck you're so hot." He whispered in my ear after sucking on my soft spot. There would definitely be a mark on my neck for a little while. I blushed when I heard him call me that. No one has ever called me that. Then I started to get self conscious. "JJ...before we continue I want to know your intentions." "Y/N. I have been in love with you since the day we met. I was waiting for you for years. I realized you probably would never want me, so I started acting like a slut. But my intentions are to please you tonight and hopefully every night for the rest of our lives. Ya know if you let me ask you out." I couldn't stop the redness forming in my cheeks. I tried to put up a wall of confidence really fast. "Is that your way of asking Maybank? Or just what you say to all of your random hookups?" My eyebrow lifted as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Maybe it is, and I've never said that to anyone else, I cross my heart and hope to die." His eyes never left mine as he made the hand motions to go with his phrase. I trusted him. I trusted this man with my whole heart. I didn't say anything, I just attached my lips to his once again. This was going to be a long night and a good life.

(Authors Note: Let me know if you'd like a part two! I was going to write a whole sex scene but I thought this was already long enough.)

[lizzieislife94x]

Dating Site (w.m)

Requested <3

 WandaG!PxFem Reader

sorry i haven't posted in a few days guys family came up from England and I've had a full house hahaha anyway i will be posting an AN in a few hours or tomorrow so please check it out when posted love yall thank you for reading as always i hope yall enjoy!

Y/ns POV:

I bite my nails feeling a little nervous as my mind runs wild I have a date tonight well in the next few hours and the thing that's making me nervous is I met her online on a dating site we've spoke on the phone but tonight is our first date her voice is heavenly I could listen to her talk all day and night "y/n coffees getting cold" my roommate yells snapping me out of my thoughts I quickly get up and walk into the livingroom "dude what if tonight goes wrong what if she doesn't like me or something" I sigh taking a sip of my coffee "y/n I see the way you smile at your phone when she texts or calls think positively what if she does like you what if she's the one worst case scenario you get railed by a sexy chick and never speak again" she says with a wink as she gently pushes my shoulder making me laugh "you know what youre right thanks jill" I finish my coffee before heading back to my room to shower and get ready. 

4 hours later:

Me:Hey I just arrived see you soon x 

I set my phone down as I sit at the table waiting for my date just a causal coffee shop date but its a cute little coffee shop my leg starts to bounce as my nervous build up "y/n..." I look up to see the most stunning girl I've ever laid my eyes I feel like all the oxygen has left my body "hey wanda right?" I say with a smile as I stand up to hug her which she returns I quickly pull her chair out for her as she sits "I'm glad you came" I say nervously we fall into a comfortable conversation It feels so natural we spend 3 hours talking getting to know eachother

"I can't believe it's 9pm already can I walk you home" she says with a smile I nod as we walk to my house continuing our conversation "well this is me" I say as we stop infront of my apartment she pulls me into a hug making me smile as I pull away she kisses my cheek "I'd love to go out on another date with you if you'd allow me to take you out" she says looking into my eyes I feel my cheeks flush and nod "yes of course" I say before we bid our goodbyes.

3 weeks later:

"You've been smiling at your phone for 19 minutes " Jill says making me look up "shut up tonight's my 4th date with wanda she's just text details I was thinking of asking her to come up tonight so do you mind if I have the place to myself " I say biting my lip me and wanda have been flirting alot making out and we always stop before it gets heated but tonight I wanna invite her up "oh la la la I can't believe youre on your 4th date and you haven't fucked yet" she says making me blush "dude shut up"

 Wands: See you tonight beautiful *1 imagine attached* 

I spit out my water looking at my phone as I open the picture an image of wanda wrapped in a short towel appearing on my screen oh fuck I can't breathe "what was that for!!" I look over to Jill covered in my water "you got sent a nude Holy shit!" I shake my head "no no I didn't I gotta go get ready bye and sorry" I quickly run to my room closing the door I lean my body against it as I bite my lip I strip to my matching bra and panties as I take a picture in the full length mirror

Me:I spit water all over my roommate thank you very much *1 image attached* 

I put my phone down and remove my bra and panties as I get in the shower I quickly get washed and wash my hair it takes roughly 20 minutes before I climb out and wrap myself in a towel I bite my lip as I walk in excited to check my phone I pick it up and screw my face up as there's no reply I start to type a message

Me: the picturewasn't that bad was it I thought my ass looker rather good in those panties..

I towel dry my hair as my phone dings

Wands: Baby baby baby I'm so sorry I was to busy trying to remember how to breathe then I couldn't take my eyes off the photo and youre right.. fuck your ass looked AMAZING in those panties holy shit

Me: Thank god I thought it was to much and you didn't wanna speak I got scared, I can't wait to see you soon baby and I have the place to myself tonight so I was thinking we could come back here afterwards?..

Wands:I have an idea why don't we just have the date at your apartment we can watch movies make out have a glass of wine or 2 make out talk and make out oh and did I say make out? 😉 

Me: That sounds like a plan I'll see you soon and i uh i dunno maybe we should uh make out?😏 

I put my phone down and I run out in my towel "Jill wandas just coming here for our date if you don't mind heading out please and thank you" I head back into my room and start getting ready since we're staying here I decided to go for short shorts and a tight vest top that shows my cleavage perfectly I throw my hair up in a messy bun as I sit on my bed deciding to watch an episode of friends to kill time 

2 hours later

"OK im off y/n byeee" my roommate yells "ok bye see you tomorrow" I yell back 10 minutes later my phone dings

Wands: I'm here baby 

I quickly run out to let her in as she wraps her arms around me holding me tight "I see you went for the casual look, I love it" she whispers in my ear making me smile as I step back "you look beautiful" i say truthfully as I pull her into the apartment we ordered some pizza as I spent the full time admiring her, her laugh her smile everything "that was some great pizza" she says leaning back as I agree we spend the next 3 hours cuddling watching a friends I feel the urge to kiss her so I sit up and straddle her waist as I sit "mh hey" she whispers as her hands settle on my thighs I quickly press my lips against hers as I start to make out with her the kiss quickly heats up a moan leaving my lips as I feel something hard pushing against my core I look at her a little shocked as she looks down avoiding my gaze I hold her chin gently making her look up at me "hey don't ever be ashamed I'm still here I don't care that you have a dick I find it hot" before I know it her lips smash against mine as we make our way to my bedroom the feeling of her hard member pressed against me only turning me on more "I can't wait to feel you" I pant out against her lips as we fall onto the bed our clothes being thrown everywhere until we're both naked I bite my lip at the sight of her as she does the same "fuck y/n"

she looks at me lust in her eyes as she stops and sits on the bed "I have something I need to say" she says looking nervous I sit up and rub her back "hey you can tell me anything its ok" she turns to look at me taking my hands "I have a BDSM kink" she says low as a giggle leaves my lips "me too I love being tied up" she looks at me shocked as the lust takes over her eyes once again "do you wanna do it" she says turning to me I quickly lean over into my drawer and pull out ropes making her smirk "oh you kinky little slut" her words turn me on more as I lay with my legs and arms spread "tie me up daddy" as soon as I speak the words she flicks her wrists and my arms and legs are tied to the bed I look at her shocked "that's a story for another time babygirl for now just relax if you want me to stop at anytime say Red ok?" I moan and nod as eyes explore my naked exposed body "ok daddy" I whimper as her hands slide up my thighs to my core her fingers spreading my pussy lips as a moan leaves both our mouths "look how wet you are for me princess such a naughty girl" she says as her slender fingers slide into my tight cunt causing me to arch my back and moan "mmmh fuck wands right there feels so good" I moan as she kisses up my body thrusting her fingers perfectly hitting all the right spots her lips latch around my right nipple as she sucks taking no mercy I can't help but scream her name as she curls her fingers hitting my gspot with each thrust "I'm gonna..oh god I'm gonna..cum" I pant as I cum all over her talented fingers my breathing rapid as she slips her fingers out "such a good girl did that feel good baby" I nod as I try to control my breathing "are you ready to take my dick babygirl" she says as she positions herself between my spread legs the sight enough to make me cum again I let out a whimper as she runs her head through my cum soaked cunt "please daddy please" I beg still breathing rapidly I feel her line herself up to my entrance as her hand grabs my tit I feel her slam deep inside me "uh fuck y/n shit your so fucking tight" she moans into my eyes as she starts thrusting "so big so big" I pant desperately needing to touch her to pull her tighter into me "fa..faster daddy" I moan as she starts pounding my cunt faster and harder I've never been this turned on I've never been this wet but fuck me does she do something to me and I love it "yes yes yes!!! Don't stop please oh my fucking god yessssss" I scream as she slams her length into me at a bruising pace her moans in my ear making it harder not to cum "let go princess cum all over my dick" as soon as she whispers into my ear it's game over I cum all over her dick as she continues to pound me faster "fuck wanda cum inside me" she groans and I feel her thrusts become sloppy letting me know she's close "I need to feel you filling me baby p..please" I pant as another orgasm crashes over me after a few more thrusts I feel her deeper than before as she slams inside me shooting her load into my cunt her body collapses onto mine as we both pant trying toget our breaths back "I have never..felt that amazing" I whisper into herear as she sits up and slides out me moaning at the sight "me either baby" she says as she unties me before heading to the bathroom to clean herself and returning with a damp cloth to clean me "now time for lots of cuddles and kisses because you deserve it baby" I smile as she climbs into bed I instantly wrap my arms and legs around her "can we watch more friends please baby" I say with puppy eyes as she giggles "of course we can baby as long as I get to hold you" I smile as i put the TV on and load friends we spent the rest of the night in eachothers arms this is what I want forever with her.

AN: I hope this is ok I always feel these are crap when I write them haha but as long as you sexy people enjoy them that's the important thing requests as always are open babes word count , stay hydrated babes 2.1k

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 8/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I was going to make them reconcile but then decided last minute to just give more angst.

I'd like to think that the decades-long daddy issues warrant constant blowouts. Like redemption, working over it takes time.

We'll get there. Eventually.

(Lowkey projecting my daddy issues)

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Maybe this was a bad idea.

Lucifer is standing in front of his daughter's bedroom door. He was so confident walking from his tower, wanting to resolve the current animosity Charlie has for him. Just thinking about getting yelled at and hearing he's hated by his own child is making him reconsider.

He knocks. No answer. He knocks again. And again. And again.

The king feels his eyes burning. Charlie doesn't want to talk to him and he's actually going to cry.

This is worse than any punishment Heaven has given me.

Surely Charlie wouldn't care if he just up and disappeared without saying goodbye, right? The Alastor in his head telling him that Charlie doesn't hate him is wrong and maybe she's just out and can you just be quiet for once, how are you still so talkative in my head???

Yes, yes. He should go now. He needs to find her as soon as possible. All of hell is in danger and definitely not because confrontation scares him. He's the fucking king-

Charlie: Dad?

Lucifer turned so fast towards the voice, that it made him a bit dizzy.

Told you, Your Majesty. He can hear the smugness of brain-conjured Alastor. Prick.

Lucifer: Charlieeeee!!!! Haha. What uh, what are you doing here?

He cringes. 10,000 years and he's still so shit at talking. This is his daughter Fatherdamnit!

Charlie: Uh. It's my room? Were you,,, looking for me?

He wants to conjure up a portal and run but Charlie's face is beaming with hope. He'd take every hate in the world before hurting his daughter further.

Lucifer: Y-yes! I was just about to knock. Ha- I uhm.

There was an awkward pause before they both spoke up at the same time.

Charlie: Can we talk about the other day?

Lucifer: I'm leaving, Charlie.

The father and daughter stood stunned. Charlie was the first to recover, sporting now a devastated, desperate look.

Charlie: What?! You're leaving??

Lucifer: It's related to the whole Roo situation. I need to leave soon but I didn't want to go without telling you. It might take me a while that's why... until my return, you'll be handling Pride in my stead. The other Sins will look after hell, you just have to focus on Pride.

Charlie: No! Dad, you can't be serious. You're leaving me again?

Lucifer: What? No! Charlie. I need to do this or hell will-

Charlie: Is this really about Hell? You never cared before, Mom was the one who cared about our home and our people. Have I done something?

Lucifer: Charlie, no, of course not-

Charlie: Then why do you keep running away from me?! Why do you keep leaving?...

He was right. I should've just left.

What's happening? Is this Roo's doing? Why do they keep fighting? Why do they keep hurting each other?

The eyes on the hotel walls are judging him.

Lucifer: I don't. Charlie, you have to understand. I've never- Your mother and I- You-.... I'm sorry. I don't have the right words.

Lucifer reaches out to touch his sobbing daughter, but he pulls his hand back. He doesn't deserve to touch her.

His phone dings with a message from Belphegor.

Text from Bel: Good evening, Lucifer. Please come by Sloth before you leave for Earth. Something-

He doesn't read it all before sending a confirmation to Bel.

Lucifer: Time is not on our side, Charlie. If I wasn't sure that this being would help immensely, I wouldn't bother leaving to look for them. Even if you think otherwise, I trust you with Pride and its duties. I.. I'm not good with words but- just know. The greatest gift by Father is having you as my daughter.

Charlie looks up at him, tears still falling from her eyes.

Lucifer: Love ya, kiddo.

Then he disappears in a flurry of red and gold.

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What to look for in Part 9:

it will be a Charlie chapter after Lucifer leaves.

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 6th

A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Herr König x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, omegaverse, breeding kink, voyeurism, threesome, monster fucking

Notes: So, this one was interesting as 1) I've never written omegaverse before and 2) figuring out the dynamics in the Cuckoo universe. Basically König is a beta, Reader an omega and the Cuckoo's are alphas.

I don't go into a lot of detail about the world, character decisions, or a lot of the backstories as I would be here all day. So I'm hoping everything makes sense and stands alone here, and is open to interpretation.

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

The reception bell has a very satisfying old school ding. You look around and admire the resort, you imagine a lot of people would think it's dated, but it felt nostalgic to you. You can't help but think Shining though, but luckily it's the middle of summer and there's no evil twins (yet).

You turn back around and a man is suddenly behind the desk, without a sound. You jump, "Oh Jesus".

The man smirks, "Ah not quite my dear. Welcome to the Resort Alpshatten. My name is Herr König, how can I be of assistance?".

König has a very heavy German accent, it takes you a while to process what he's saying. He's about in his 40s, well groomed with stubble and a slight moustache, and the most piercing blue eyes you've ever seen. You almost get lost in them before you remember.

"I would like a room for two nights please".

"Ahh I see, you are omega, no?"

You nod, "Yeah... I uh heard you have special facilities here? I want to make sure this time is comfortable".

"Of course, we have whatever you so desire. I just need a quick signature from you and your ID or credit card."

You hand him your licence and start signing and dating the paperwork, at a glance it seems like any other hotel agreement, don't trash the room, etc.

König returns your licence and unhooks a key from the wall.

"Let me show you to your room".

He reaches down to grab your suitcase. You noticed he's a beta as you catch his scent.

You both walk together to a little secluded cabin.

"This is a very special room for a very special guest. We call it The Lovers Nest".

Internally, you cringe at the name. Even if this is a free upgrade, the facilities seem basic to you, cheap and cheerful. You nod as you take in your surroundings, "This is great".

"I will leave you to get settled in. Let me know if there's anything you need...any time."

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The start of your heat hits you like a wall through the night. You were hoping this villa away from civilisation would help see through your heats. You were too tired of seeing them through on your own. But you trust König. The hotel had great reviews and has been going for years. You try to distract yourself with the television, having a bath, pleasuring yourself, but nothing seems to be working.

You wonder what else the hotel may have, so you ring reception. A familiar voice picks up the phone, "Alpshatten Reception, König speaking".

You breathe heavily down the line, "Can I get... uh... something, for my room?"

"Say no more, I shall be right over my darling", König hangs up the phone.

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You throw on some clothes to look somewhat put together. About ten minutes later there's a knock at your door. It's König. He looks at you and notices your clothes dripping with sweat, "Oh this will not do."

You motion for him to come in. Your pheromones are through the roof you're almost dizzy from it. You need relief, stat.

"König, I-"

He catches and places you on the bed noticing you nearly fainting.

"Say less, my dear", his gaze drifts down your body briefly, then back to your eyes, as he kisses you passionately.

He starts to take off your clothes, and you help him. He removes your underwear, slick seeping from your entrance.

"Looks like you really do need my help", König starts to undo his belt, his cock bounces free. He starts rubbing himself with your slick around your entrance, before inserting himself into you.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to thrust inside you. Your hand drifts to your clit, searching for more, rubbing in the same rhythm as his thrusts. König nuzzles into your neck, he pauses a moment and looks at you. He's silently asking for permission to mark you. You pause a moment looking into his deep blue eyes. You've never heard of a beta doing this before, and it kind of excites you. Even though you've just met, you are extremely attracted to him, trusting him. In the heat of the moment, you hold the side of his face and nod.

You arch your back as you feel him bite your scent gland. His teeth dig into your neck while he continues thrusting into you. Your nails claw at his back, still searching for more friction. König licks your neck after claiming you, travelling down to your breasts, licking and nipping his way down your body. Bruises already start to form as he does so.

He picks up his pace, fucking you aggressively into the bed, before his hips start to stutter as he cums inside you. He groans as his seed fills you up, mixing with your slick...but it's not enough.

"König, I- I need more. I need an alpha."

He removes himself from you and nods. Walking over to his trousers, he sits down on a chair next to the bed, removing a wooden flute from the pocket. König begins to play it.

You squirm on the bed, body on fire, rubbing your hips against the bed sheets. Fucking König just made your heat worse.

Something stands at the doorway. The overwhelming alpha scent invades your nostrils as you exhale with relief. They're not like any other alpha you've seen, making a noise like a croaky bird when they see you.

They're on top of you in an instant, shoving their cock inside you, no hesitation. König watches from the sidelines, stroking his already fully erect cock, still coated in his cum and your slick.

You moan as you feel the alphas cock deep inside you, your heat already calming down from their smell and the friction. It doesn't take you or the alpha long to cum. You can feel the alpha's cock stretch you out as they start to knot you. Their cum mixes with the already existing fluids. Your body twitches as you reach your climax, feeling the seed hit against your cervix, filling you up perfectly.

König watches the spectacle, rubbing his cock in his hand. He stands up and walks over to you, lifting your hand to replace his. You stroke him a few times before you adjust your position to be more comfortable.

You roll over so the alpha is on the bed, and you're straddling on top of them, their knot still deep inside you. König can even see it from his angle, the sight making his cock grow harder.

You move over to the edge of the bed and take König's cock down your throat. He starts thrusting inside you, grabbing the back of your head to steady himself. His hands then trail down to where the knot is inside you. He presses down on it, feeling it pulsing seed into you. The sensation sends him over the edge as he cums down your throat. His eyes roll into the back of his head from pleasure as you rub his balls, milking him for all the seed he has. You moan against his dick, feeling the seed drip down you, some leaking out of your mouth, towards your neck and breasts.

You feel warm and satisfied, as your cunt clenches from the knot, when you cum again, moaning loudly. You look towards König who is transfixed on you, watching as you grind your hips down onto the alpha. They release another load of cum deep inside you. Slick seeping out of your entrance.

You have a feeling the three of you will be here for a long time.

[honeyhotteok]

Hi, you totally won't be able to suss out who this is.

What's your thoughts on Ryuhei? What's a lil snapshot of him on a... Sunday morning?

hi my completely mysterious beloved anon lol🥰

ah ryuhei that pathetic little meow meow. to be honest with you, truly felt nothing for him and his red flag enabler ass. but maybe you have piqued my interest in him a tiny bit lol here's a very unserious cracky thing for you🫶

summary: having ryuhei as your roommate is simply cursed.

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"Ryuhei Kuroda, if you don't silence your phone right fucking now, so help me God-"

Another loud ass text notification ding from the bunk bed below you interrupts your sentence.

You groan and stuff your face into your pillow, trying your very best not to scream and go on a murderous rampage.

Sunday morning 7:32am. All you wanted to do was sleep in on your day off. But your pest of a roommate had other plans.

"Ryuhei, put your phone on silent! Please," you beg.

The blonde pouts. "I can't. What if Mitsuki texts me back?"

“And what if I win the fucking lottery tonight,” you deadpan.

The loud ass sounds of his phone keyboard tapping away fill the room as he ignores you.

“That’s it.”

You leap down from the top bunk. You snatch Ryuhei’s phone out of his hands and march over to to the window before hurling the phone out into the street.

The phone flies and lands in the tree across the street from your 3rd story room. It slowly slips down a tree branch. It then lands on the concrete of the sidewalk with a crack and thud.

“Hey!” The angry blonde springs up.

You glare back at him but before the string of angry words leaves Ryuhei’s mouth, he stops in his tracks, finally taking you in.

Your perfectly messy bed head hair. Your strong toned arms that were strong enough to chuck his phone to that distance.

The temper and glare flaring behind your bleary eyes that is so similar to Mitsuki’s and yet so different at the same time - less icy and more fiery.

You furrow your brows at your roommate, wondering why he’s just standing there looking at you so weird.

Then you realize it’s the same look that’s written all over his face when he’s waiting by his phone, when he’s looking at her.

Ah, shit.

[zealousbluebirddeer]

A hundred bodies but I just needed your heart...♡

Part 1

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[Endeavor x gn!Reader] AFAB

➩ CW : Reader being a massive loser. Cheating, smut, Best Jeanist is in fact not the best Jeanist, All for one (for some reason).

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Your're already late and it's your first day.

Going on a night patrol with Best Jeanist was the last thing you could've imagine when Mirko said she had a plan for you.

The two of you are good friends, that's why she's willing to help you out. Lately the hero scene has been...overflowing. Vigilantes, Shiketsu and U.A graduates, old heroes refusing to retire...

It also happens that, you're not that good of a hero.

So you don't have that many opportunities to shine. Honestly, you don't even know how you made it to the top 50.

"Shit, shit, shit-" You run through your apartment, desperately trying to find your keys and your phone.

30 minutes later, you're standing in the cold air of winter, arms in your back, the wii music in your head as Best Jeanist gives you a full YouTube rage compilation.

"Do you not realize that in the five years you've been a hero, you're still not as mature as a class 1-A stud-"

"Jeanist."

A deep voice makes you both turn around to see Endeavor, walking towards you. He stops in front of you.

"You were supposed to start your patrol 30 minutes ago." The living Olympic flame (yes) states, raising an eyebrow.

Best Jeanist sighs and points at you like you're a plastic bag in the grass. "My partner was late."

Damn, you thought. Why does everybody hates your guts that much ?

Endeavor finally acknowledges your presence, looking at you up and down. He lets out a scoff as he crosses his arms.

"It's not like you to give newbies a shot."

"Newbies ? Excuse me I'm the number 20-"

"Quiet."

You stared blankly at Best Jeanist who just basically told you to shut up.

"Let's get moving before sunrise" He continues, before you two move away from Endeavor.

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Two days later, you're sitting outside a meeting room with Mirko. You just stare at her with your arms crossed as she tries to a convincing speech.

"Okay, look, I know it sounds bad but-"

"Sounds ?! Girl you can't just tell me that Best Jeanist told you I'm the worst hero he's ever worked with !"

In response, Mirko gives you a thumbs up and a not convincing smile. "At least you're not dead...?"

You sigh, done with pretty much everything. Mirko puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry. But you gotta find a way to be more...uh...hero...like ?"

You look at her with a dumbfounded expression. "All I did was wave at All for one and tell him he should compete in drag race. It's not my fault he actually-"

"I'm not talking about that ! Y/N, seriously, do you never stop being like that ?"

"Why are you even my friend ?"

Mirko shrugged. There's an awkward silence before the ding of the elevator is heard. You both look to see Endeavor and his personal assistant.

"Huh, never seen her." You said, your eyes narrowing. Endeavor's personal assistant has always been a strict woman called Susan. The usual type that tells you to shut up when you're just flipping the pages of a book.

But it's not Susan. Instead it's a young woman, probably in her 20s, with long blonde hair and a uniform that looked kinda inappropriate.

"I've already seen her. She's been around for like a week." Mirko says as they walk past you. Endeavor glances at you, and for a second, you catch a glimpse of surprise in his eyes.

"Well she's prettier than Susan." You replied, watching them enter the meeting room.

"That's why she's replacing her, I guess."

"But why ? She looks incompetent-"

"Oh they definitely fucked."

You and Mirko slowly turn your heads towards who the hell just interrupted you.

"What ? It's true." Burnin has been standing there, casually listening to your conversation from the start. Mirko immediately walks to her to greet her. And you...

Yeah we definitely lost you. Rip I guess.

"Uh...Are they okay ?"

"Who ? Oh Y/N ! Nah they're fine."

As the two women chat, you sit there, unable to figure out why the hell this information made you sick. Endeavor called you a newbie, he's a total jerk ! Good for him that he's cheating on his wife with this girl !

This is what you're trying to comfort yourself with. Next thing you know, Mirko takes your wrist and shoves you in that meeting room.

It's not that you hate meetings with your fellow top 30 to 20 peers...But you hate them. Somehow you always end up feeling like you don't belong here. Like you're a top 100 at the prestige table.

Endeavor is only here to play his number one role.

And you're distracted.

Both by Mirko making silly faces at you through the glass wall, which would normally be very funny, and by that blonde lady standing next to Endeavor.

It's clear that she doesn't have a single clue of what's being discussed, and it only serves to make you angry. It's confusing.

But still you manage to catch Endeavor's eyes on you. For a moment, it's like you can read his mind. And he's thinking...

Who the hell is this ?

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"Okay so...We should be able to catch that villain if we just tried to..."

"Totally, we should just..."

"Yeah. What do you think, H/N ?"

An awkward silence fills the room as everyone looks at you, waiting for you to come back to reality.

"Huh ? Oh, sorry..." Your eyes look down at the map on the table, then up at the whiteboard. Endeavor stands next to it, making it hard to focus.

Having absolutely no idea of what the hell happened during your blackout, you clear your throat and try to pull it off as best as you can.

"Uhhh....Yup we should totally do that !"

"Then it's settled !"

The table cheers, and you let out a relived sigh. Being the highest ranked hero in the room (besides Endeavor) gives you a little authority, even if people always end up seeing you as a weaker fighter on the battlefield.

The meeting's finally over, and before you can leave the room to complain about your life choices to Mirko...

"H/N"

A deep voice calls you, and you immediately know what's going to happen in the next 10 minutes. You turn around and see that there's only three people left ; You, Endeavor, and his assistant.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to them and place your arms behind your back as you stop.

"Yes sir ?"

"What's your quirk ?" He asks coldly without an ounce of interest.

"I create webs from my neck that are so gross people vomit when they see it, sir."

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"Ewww why are you even a hero !" The woman next to Endeavor exclaims. He gives her a warning glare before looking back at you.

"How does...such a quirk lets you stay in the top 20 ?" This time, he is actually confused.

You just shrugg and look to the side. "I don't know."

Endeavor let you go right after this awkward moment. You head to the break room, but you don't see Mirko. In fact, you don't see anyone else.

"Damn. Must suck to be you, huh ?"

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Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi except Reader, Susan, and that blondie that's definitely not going to die in the next chapters...

Thank you for reading (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[luckyroll3]

Crimson Lights: Chapter 4

A playful jingle sounds from my phone and I practically snap my neck swiveling to reach it. Despite not seeing Chris for over a week, we've kept in touch through regular texting, carrying on our conversations and flirtatious banter through our phones.

Chris: Still available for dinner tonight?

Kay: Yes! Planning to leave work in a few. What time should I come over?

Chris: I’ll start cooking around 7:00. Can’t wait to see you. I’ve been having dirty thoughts all day. I’ll send you the code for the elevator.

His message makes me blush a little. I walk back to my laptop, making sure to save and close all my important documents before tidying up my desk at the clinic. Ready to leave, I pack up my bag and head out, eagerly anticipating my dinner date with Chris that evening.

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With my skin still dewy from a refreshing shower and my body moisturized, I slip into a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. I want to strike the perfect balance between cute and casual.

Shortly after 7:00, I enter Chris’ code in the elevator, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation dancing in my stomach. The elevator dings its arrival on his floor and the doors slide open. I step into the living room and see Chris standing in the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He’s wearing ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His eyes light up when he sees me. He strides over and wastes no time pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Hey gorgeous,” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

I return his hug and melt into him, savoring the feel of his arms around me. He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine and leading me to the kitchen. “I hope you’re not too hungry. I just got started.”

“You’re hot, rich, and can cook? Is there anything you can’t do?”

Chris chuckles at my comment, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Just wait until you taste the food before you start giving me too much credit,” he teases, nudging me playfully with his elbow. I can't help but laugh, feeling at ease and comfortable in his presence.

He pours two glasses of red wine and hands me one. I take a sip and ask, “Can I help with anything? I don’t really like to cook, but I can chop and I’m a damn good taste tester.”

“Ha! What’s your comfort level with salads?” He gestures to a lettuce head, several tomatoes and some other veggies.

“Salads I can handle!” I take another sip of the wine, then wash my hands.

He hands me a knife with a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “Don’t fuck it up!” he says with a laugh.

We work side by side for the next few minutes, our conversation flowing as effortlessly as it had the other times we’d been together. We cover light-hearted banter and deeper topics. I find myself opening up to Chris in a way I haven’t with anyone else, feeling a sense of connection beyond just our physical attraction.

“What’s your favorite meal? Just so I know for next time,” he says over his shoulder as he grabs some spices from the cabinet, a playful lilt in his voice.

"Next time?" I muse. "That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?"

"Is it? Or is it simply hopeful thinking?" His chuckle was rich and smooth.

"Maybe a little bit of both," I admit, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “I’m a simple girl: homemade mac and cheese. And not that shit out of the blue box!”

He laughs loudly. “I would never!” he says, pretending to be offended. We continue our back-and-forth banter, laughing and chatting.

I finish my salad duties and hop onto the bar counter. I pour myself another glass of wine and as I take a sip, I watch as Chris skillfully maneuvers around the kitchen, his movements fluid and confident. There is something deeply attractive about a man who knows his way around a kitchen and I find myself being more entranced with each chop and stir. I continue my story about the two gigantic cane corso puppies that bounded into the clinic earlier today. I recounted how their long, gangly legs tripped over each other as they eagerly explored their new surroundings. Despite their size, they were undeniably adorable. “They were so damn clumsy with those big feet, but also so fricken cute!”

“Cuter than me?” He glances up from the simmering red sauce he stirred with care.

“Oh absolutely!” I laugh, taking another sip of wine.

He gives me a charming grin, his dimples deepening as he turns back to the pot of sauce. He carefully adds a pinch of salt and stirs it in. He takes a small spoon from the counter, then dips it into the sauce. As he brings it to his lips, I can see him blow on it gently to cool it down before walking over to offer it to me. “Tell me what you think?” He brings the spoon to my lips, allowing me to take a sip of the sauce before tasting it himself. “More garlic?” he asks.

I let the flavors of the sauce dance on my tongue before nodding approvingly. “It’s delicious,” I say, unable to tear my gaze away from his eyes.

Emboldened by my second glass of wine, I wrap my legs around him, trapping him in place as I press my lips to his in a kiss that starts soft, but quickly escalates.

He stiffens in surprise, the spoon in his hand pausing mid-air. But then he’s kissing me back, matching my fervor as his free hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. The world shrinks down to the space where our bodies meet, the taste of him mingling with the lingering flavors of the wine and sauce on my tongue. It’s all-consuming and intoxicating.

The kiss ignites something wild within me that grows as Chris drops the spoon and both of his hands roam the small of my back, urging me impossibly closer. His fingers slip up under my shirt, tracing the column of my spine. I respond instinctively, my own hands yanking his tucked shirt free from his jeans before venturing beneath it to explore the taut muscles of his abdomen. I feel his muscles tense beneath my touch, urging me on. I press my crotch against his and feel him starting to get hard. The anticipation, built up from being interrupted before, was almost unbearable. With trembling hands, I fumble with the button on his jeans, desperate for more. As I finally manage to open it and tug down the zipper, I feel him moan against my lips. The sound only fuels my desire further as I reach eagerly for his cock.

The cocoon of intimacy enveloping us is suddenly shattered by the ding of the elevator, followed by a cacophony of voices and laughter as the doors open. My heart sinks as I look up at Chris; I feel defeated and frustrated by yet another interruption. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I whisper-yell at him, throwing my head back in exasperation before breaking into a laugh. “I can’t even be mad anymore.”

Chris lets out a groan and zips up his jeans, clearly caught off guard by our unexpected visitors. “Shit,” he whispers back, a mixture of shock and annoyance crossing his features as he steps back from me. “I had no clue they were stopping by.” Chris turns towards the elevator, raising his voice to a shout, “Uh, hey! What the fuck are you losers doing here?”

I find my wine glass and take a long sip as I watch five men make their way off the elevator - Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Han, and an unfamiliar face he was holding hands with. This must be the partner Han mentioned at the party.

Changbin offers his fist towards Chris in greeting as he says, "I told them you had plans tonight." They bump fists before pulling each other into a manly hug. "But when they heard you were cooking...you know how these fuckers are."

“Yeah, I know.” Chris sighs in resignation. Despite his annoyance, I can tell he’s secretly pleased to see them. He greets each of them with a warm hug and playful banter. It's almost as if he hasn't seen them in ages, even though it’s probably been just a few hours since they were last together. It brings a smile to my face.

With a joyous skip in his step, Changbin approaches me with a grin spread across his face. "Kay! Up top!" he exclaims, extending his hand for a celebratory high five. I oblige and our palms connect with a satisfying smack. "I can take responsibility for the other two interruptions, but this one is not my fault. I tried to stop them!" He bursts into laughter when he sees my raised eyebrow, clearly questioning what he knows. "Chan tells me everything. I'm his BFF," he boasts gleefully before settling onto one of the bar stools.

"Great," I mutter, hopping off the counter and taking the stool next to him with a sigh. "So now everyone knows I have blue balls."

"They suspect," Changbin corrects me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But I'm the only one who knows for sure." He pours himself a glass of wine and refills mine, his demeanor playful and carefree.

I hear Hyunjin’s voice behind us, “So this is what you’re up to….10th floor girl. I approve!”

Both Chanbin and I swivel our stools around to face them. “Hi Kay,” Felix says in his deep voice with a bright smile. “Ignore him,” he adds playfully as he shoves Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Thanks. Who’s this?” I point my chin towards Han’s partner.

“This is my lover, Minho,” Han introduces very dramatically.

Minho rolls his eyes, but extends his hand for me to shake.

“How long until the food’s ready,” Han asks as the group settles onto the couches.

Chris walks back to the kitchen and calls over his shoulder, “Probably another 45 minutes.”

Changbin and I have a casual conversation at the bar while the others have a lively discussion in front of the TV. Suddenly, Han makes a loud declaration, causing Changbin to burst out with a hearty laugh as he yells, “The lies, the lies, the lies!” His contagious laugh spreads to the others, who all join in, including Chris, who snorts with amusement as he places a tray in the oven.

I turn to Changbin, my curiosity piqued. "I wouldn't have pegged you for a housewives fan!"

His eyes light up with excitement. "Are you kidding? I love that shit," he declares. "I watch every single one... but don't spoil anything for me. I haven't caught up with last week's episodes yet." As he speaks, his hands gesture animatedly in the air, emphasizing his love for the guilty pleasure TV shows. He and I discuss some of the newly casted housewives.

I hear Hyunjin say my name, and I strain to hear what he’s saying about me amidst all the conversations. Minho tries to shush Hyunjin as he erupts into loud, raucous laughter. My attention snaps towards the couch, where Chris has suddenly appeared, seemingly teleporting from the kitchen in record time. He stands at the back of the couch, towering over Hyunjin and gripping under his neck firmly from behind. The room falls silent, everyone on the couch seemingly holding their breath. Changbin looks unbothered, like he’s used to seeing scenes like this play out. He takes a sip of his wine.

Chris forcefully tilts Hyunjin’s head back so that he is looking down directly into Hyunjin’s face. Their eyes meet. His voice drops low as he issues a warning. “Behave,” he growls.

“C’mon hyung! I’m just….,” Hyunjin pleads through his laughter. Chris raises his eyebrow as he cocks his head to the side, silently challenging Hyunjin to finish his sentence. Understanding the unspoken threat, Hyunjin quickly quiets down. “Ok, fine. Sorry,” he concedes with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

“Good boy,” Chris says. He leans down to give Hyunjin a quick kiss on the corner of his lip before releasing him and heading back to the kitchen.

Felix lets out a relieved breath and then playfully slaps Hyunjin on the back of his head. "Stupid," he whispers.

The boys seamlessly slip back into their previous conversation, their laughter echoing through the air. As they joke and tease each other, I turn my attention back to Changbin. “What the hell was that?” I question, still trying to make sense of the strange and unexpectedly intimate moment I had just witnessed.

[wandafiction]

Sisterly Advice - Just Us Chapter 16

Warnings: Mentions of Sex Toy, Fluff

Word Count: 2451

Series List | Chapter 15 | Chapter 17

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I'm currently in the elevator heading up to my penthouse going over everything that's happened these past few days, now don't get me wrong it has been amazing and it was like me and Wanda were in our own little bubble. But it's also a little scary, what I'm feeling, that is. I mean I know I like her, I like spending time with her, I like cooking her blueberry pancakes and I like when she just holds onto me. She is such a koala honestly. It just happened so quickly. We have known each other for four days and it's like I've known her for four years, it's just so easy to be around her, talk to her or even just cuddle with one another. This is a completely different feeling to any of my ex's, that's slightly cliché and an overused term I know. 'I've never felt this way with anyone else' ew. I never thought I would be someone to say those words, but here we are.

What do you guys think? Is this all going too quickly? Am I just kidding myself?

Ding, the elevator slides open and I see my sister standing there with a smug smile on her face and eyebrow quirked. 

"Who are you talking to?" Her eyes scan the elevator for another presence.

"No one. Just myself." I shrug off her suspicious look making my way into my home. 

I will talk to you guys later about this...whoever you are.

"You're talking to yourself again. Everything alright?" Carol jumps over the back of the couch getting herself comfortable before ushering me over to join her.

"Yeah just thinking about the past four days." 

"Yeah the four days you've been practically MIA with this mysterious woman who you met, oh that's right four days ago. So how's that going for you?" She leans her side against the back of the sofa so she can see me better, I copy her position.

"I'm feeling so many things and I don't know how to organise and register them." I huff out frustrated that I can't organise anything in my head at the moment.

"Well what would Dr Raynor do?" Carol asks gently, she shuffles slightly closer to me so she can take my hands in hers to stop me picking at my fingernails. 

"She would say to choose the one that is the loudest, and talk about why it might be the loudest." 

"So what's the loudest one right now?" As soon as she asks the question an emotion I've been feeling since I met Wanda jumps to the front of my mind, and I don't like the emotion one bit. 

"Terrified." I whisper out, ashamed that I'm feeling it in any way shape or form.

"Why?" I shrug my shoulders. "That's not an answer." My sister points out. 

"I don't know, I just feel this fear, like deep down inside that if I get close...that...if I let her in….all the way in...that…" I don't want to say it, because if I say it, it will make it real.

"You're afraid to lose again." I bow my head at my sister's observations, if she wasn't military she would make a fine therapist. 

"No Im fucking petrified." I feel my eyes become glassy with tears.

"Why?" Carol tilts her head in question.

"What are you my therapist now?" I scoff, but also hate the way I said it.

"No I'm not. I mean I could get Dr Raynor on the phone if you want. How long has it been since you last saw her?" 

"We have our once a month appointment. Speaking to her Thursday."

"Okay that's good. So can I stop asking the questions and give you some sisterly advice."

"Please do." Carol moves so she is right next to me, wrapping her arm around my back pulling me close so I can rest my head on top of hers.

"Take the leap." I move my head off of hers confusion showing on my face, I didn't expect her to be so blunt. "Take the leap, and let this woman catch you. Also I can't keep calling her a woman so what's her name?"

"Wanda." She repeats the name back to me once she has heard it, also giving an approving hum. "But what if she doesn't catch me."

"Then I will be here to fix all that is broken." 

"I'm scared."

"I know. But you don't know what will come of this if you don't take the initial jump. You need to take the jump."

"But how can I tell her about my shit, when I don't like talking about my shit." 

"Don't tell her straight away, but she will need to know because you know someone will bring it up and she will be there and lying leads to arguments." 

"I'm not lying."

"You're lying by omission." 

"I don't have to tell her straight away do I?"

"No you don't. You will know when the time is right. Just don't wait too long, okay."

"Okay." 

"Now enough talk about this. Can we go do something?" 

"Shopping?" Carol perks up at the suggestions.

"Yes! We can go to the mall, grab some lunch. I need new clothes anyway and a gift for the wifey for our anniversary. Oh and then we can go to that nice Italian place you like." I laugh at my sisters rambling.

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

"Can we take the G-wagon." 

"Well, duh! We are going shopping. We both know how much stuff you're going to end up getting, might need to hire a moving truck." She gently pushes me off her as she scoffs.

"Okay rude."

"But not a lie."

"No, not a lie." She grumbles as I get up from the couch to grab the keys to the car and my wallet.

Once we get in the elevator, Carol stands in the middle looking around suspiciously, eyeing up each of the walls before turning to me with squinted eyes.

"What?" I tilt my head at Carol's suspicious behaviour. 

"Did you and Wanda fuck in here?" When I tell you I choked, I fucking choked. 

"What! No, God no! Why would you say that?"

"Just making sure I could lean against the wall without the risk of it not being clean so to speak." 

"Okay me and steph only did it in here once. ONCE! and after your little meltdown about it, it's never happened again."

"Good, I guess. I mean I couldn't imagine what it was like when little ole Miss Cooper caught you two. She was just trying to get to the parking garage." 

"Oh don't worry, me and steph couldn't look the woman in the eye for months after. But after our break up, Miss Cooper said good riddance and we now laugh about the situation." 

"You talk very openly about steph?" 

"Why wouldn't I? It was good while it lasted. Just 6 months of fun." My sister now turns to me looking me straight in the eye.

"Yeah but it wasn't all fun and games, was it?"

"No but Dr Raynor has helped." 

"I was going to say, no happy reminiscing about that bitch please."

"Got it no reminiscing about the abusive ex." We both laugh at how serious I said it, but it's true if my sister doesn't want to talk about her then I won't. I guess my coping mechanism of laughing about everything is not to everyone's taste.

Ding. Me and Carol walk out of the elevator the whole elevator journey, we were just talking about everything and anything, just catching up on life. It has been way too long since I saw Carol last and to hear that my niece, and also God Child, questions where I have been breaks my heart. I need to plan a visit.

"So what are you getting the wife?" I ask Carol as we both climb in the car.

"Well it's our 5 year wedding anniversary, but also our 10 year of being official anniversary so its got to be something really fucking special." All the way to the mall Carol is rambling out ideas of what to get Maria, but always end up saying something like 'not good enough' or 'not worthy for my wife'. I can't even put in my input because she doesn't stop between each idea. I mean I have ideas for what she can do, but it's her wife not mine so I'm not much help to her at this point.

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"My legs hurt!" I complain as Carol drags me into yet another shop, my arms loaded with bags that are not mine. "We have been at this for hours. I'm hungry" 

"This is the last shop I promise, then we can go to a coffee shop to grab a drink and a sandwich."

"Fiiiiine!" I was complaining so much, I didn't even realise what shop we walked into until Carol was holding an item in front of my face. A strap on. My sister was holding a fucking strap on in front of me. "What?"

"I said. What about this one?" 

"What about this one what? Why are you holding that thing so close to me." I swat it away as Carol huffs.

"As one of the anniversary gifts. Do you think Maria would appreciate it?" She drops her hand to her side now waiting for an answer.

"I feel kind of uncomfortable talking about my sisters sex life, with my sister."

"Oh get over yourself. Just tell me yes or no?"

"Have you used one before?" 

"Well yes, of course I have just not in a while, so I thought a new one might spice things up you know." She shrugs as she puts it back down on the display counter.

"Why not a double ended one?" 

"They do them?" Oh my god this conversation is going places I do not want it to go. I love my sister a lot but this is not a conversation I was ever expecting to have with her. Like ever.

"Well yeah. You know so you both get pleasure out of the experience."

"Talking from experience?"

"Okay. Nope I can't do this. I love you, but I am not going to be explaining my sex life to you."

"You used one on Wanda yet?" Carol laughs as I turn to walk out the shop.

"Right, that's it. Nope." But I mean truthfully the answer is no.

"I'm joking. I'm joking." Carol grabs my arm to spin me around. "Please, I don't know what half this shit does."

"Talk to the lady at the counter." 

"No, because it's embarrassing."

"This is embarrassing." I gesture between the two of us.

"I know. Please I will pay for lunch and dinner." I scowl slightly, but my face softens when I know I'm not going to win.

"Fine." I take a breath before walking back into the shop having a look around. 

Carol is following me like a lost puppy as I look over the shelves at what they have. Once I've done a quick scope, and have a few things in mind I turn to Carol.

"Have you ever used handcuffs?"

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"Thank you for dinner." I look up to Carol from my food as I take another bite of my chicken parmesan.

"Of course. Tell me what's the loudest emotion now?" I swallow my food, before gently placing my fork on my plate to take a moment to figure it out.

"Relaxed." 

"Good. So tell me about Wanda." She gives me a smug smile as I roll my eyes at her.

"Really, we are being all sisterly now?"

"I know I wasn't always there, but I'm here now. So throw it at me and I can see what sort of sisterly advice I can give you.

"Alright. Also you know that's not your fault, you were literally on tour. You are in the air force, you go where they say you can't just decide to come home whenever you please." We both laugh, as she had definitely tried it once when she got the news two years ago.

"I know, I know. Now humour me, tell me about Wanda." She sits up more in her chair giving me her full attention as she slowly eats.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you meet?"

"You know that."

"Right one night stand. Got it. What did she think of your penthouse?" 

"I don't really know, we were too busy for her to take it all in."

"Ew gross. Didn't need to know that."

"I literally just helped you buy new sex toys and stuff like 2 hours ago."

"Okay, yup, I see what you're saying now. We shall never talk of it again." I shake my head at her with a small smile on my face as I finish my meal. "But I do have one question."

"Oh god. Okay this one time. What is it?"

"Is she good in bed?" A sly smirk plays on my face and I shrug my shoulders. "Oh! So you're good in bed. Got it."

"Moving on please!" The waiter comes over, interrupting our conversation, thankfully, handing us over the dessert menus while taking away our empty plates. 

"Okay so you met Friday. What do you know about her?" Carold leans both her arms on the table, leaning her head on the back of her hands.

"Well. She is a divorced mum of two teenage boys."

"So she's a milf?"

"Oh yeah." I nod my head, just thinking about Wanda makes me happy.

"Oh look at you. You look like a love sick puppy." My eyes go wide as I hear the words leave her mouth.

"Woah. Hold up on the L word there. We are not there." 

"Whatever you say. You love sick puppy." Before I can hit her Carol catches my hand like it was the easiest thing in the word, oh right it is with her military training. "So how old is she?"

"33." I mumble, not prepared for my sisters reaction.

"33. Y/n she is the same age as me!" She doesn't look mad, at least not from what I can see. "I'm impressed."

My jaw drops. "How so?"

"Who knew a 22 year old multimillionaire could pull a hot mama." Carol wiggles her eyebrows at me as I groan. "She isn't after your money right?"

"I don't think so. She didn't seem to ask loads of questions or anything, she just accepted it, after getting over the initial shock."

"Well that's good."

"It is." Carol leans forward a bit more.

"So tell me more."

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An Ancient Attraction

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Ch. 4 | 3.1k words | Angst & fluff

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Your phone dinging with a new message woke you the next morning. You rolled over in your bed and reached for it on the nightstand. Creaking one eye open to look at it, you read the message slowly.

Jonah

7:04 a.m.

I'm sorry about last night. Please give me a call when you wake up.

Groaning and locking your phone, you slid it under your pillow, and tried to go back to sleep. After another half hour of tossing and turning in bed, you turned on your back to stare up at the ceiling. You tried not to cry, but tears clouded your vision. Why would you open yourself back up like this so soon after your last spectacularly failed relationship? You hadn't planned on trying until you met Jonah, but it was unfair to him. You saw that now as your buried insecurities came clawing to the surface. Too much baggage. Not good enough.

After some tears, you settled on a decision. It wasn't right to drag Jonah into your messed up life. Perhaps it was best if you distanced yourself before things progress any further. The two of you aren't even dating. Jonah might be upset for a few days, but you're confident that he'd move on after that. There are so many other wonderful young women at your university after all; even some that would be better suited for his lifestyle. Although the gossiper at the party claimed that you were a gold digger, you could never bring yourself to do that to someone - especially not someone that you care about, like Jonah. Wiping your eyes and burrowing yourself further into your blankets, you willed the outside world away.

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Jonah sat up in bed looking at his phone. He was still shirtless from the previous night, having come home in a furious mood, yanking his clothes off to lay down. The sequence of events replayed in his mind. He'd burst back into the party, asking everyone if they'd seen you before or after you went into the bathroom. A young woman nodded as he yelled the question at her over the music.

"Yeah, Vanessa and I were chatting outside the bathroom. She ran out."

Jonah's skin bristled. Vanessa.

"What did Vanessa say?"

The woman shrugged, suddenly looking pinned.

"Oh, you know, just gossip really-"

"Tell me. My father is the main benefactor to our university. One word from him and you're out," Jonah threatened.

"No, please, my parents would be furious. I can't-"

"Tell me now," Jonah interrupted again.

Holding her elbow and attempting to appear pitiful, the vexed woman reiterated Vanessa's words. Jonah's face grew red with heat. She barely had time to finish telling him everything before he stormed off. No wonder you'd gotten so upset. Jonah marched through the house looking for Max. If he happened to run into Vanessa first, she was in for it. He finally spotted Max lounging on the patio. Jonah grabbed his shoulder, mimicking Max's action from earlier in the night. Max grimaced, and turned to see who was squeezing him so tightly.

"Oi mate, what's gotten into you?"

"You need to tell Vanessa to back off. I know she has some stupid, twisted idea about having a claim to me because her parents wanted her to marry into my family, but it's not going to fucking happen."

"Whoa, man. What's the deal now? You're Vanessa's friend, too, don't forget," Max put his hands up to placate.

"Not anymore. She called (Y/N) a slut and a gold digger," Jonah spat.

Max's expression was appalled.

"What? I didn't know anything about that. Why would she say-"

"It doesn't matter. I'm through with her. I tried to play nice because of our families' connection, but she ruined any chance she had. I took (Y/N) home, and I'm leaving."

Jonah left Max standing with his hands in the air. He didn't hear what his response was. He didn't care. He was furious that his "friends" would say something like that about you.

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By the time you woke back up, it was 11:09 a.m. Pulling your phone from under your pillow, you swiped away a new message from Jonah before you could read it. You didn't want to be tempted to reply. It was probably best for him if it was a clean break, and he hated your guts. Like everyone else, the little voice at the back of your mind chimed.

Groaning and throwing the covers off your body, you walked to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush your teeth. You then decided to hop in the shower, letting the piping hot water hit your back. You lost track of time in there as you shed a few tears under the shower head. This was for the best, and you knew that, but god, you wished it wasn't so painful. You'd had so much hope for a new beginning; so much hope for a fresh start with Jonah. The loss of that hope hit you full force.

When your fingers started to prune, you forced yourself out of the shower. Toweling off your hair, you walked back to your bed, picking up your phone. You sighed at the new message notification. Sucking in a breath, you held it to quickly open the messages.

Jonah

7:04 a.m.

I'm sorry about last night. Please give me a call when you wake up.

9:16 a.m.

I just want to talk (Y/N). Please.

11:27 a.m.

I went back to the party last night and found out what happened. Please don't let my fucking fake friends speak for me. I believe in you (Y/N), and I know you're not like that. I'm here if you want to talk.

Releasing the breath you were holding, you felt your eyes well up with more tears. Locking your phone and throwing it back on your bed, you huffed in frustration. You aggressively wiped your towel across your face. Why did you have these stupid emotions again? You swore they'd gotten you nowhere in life.

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Jonah had settled to edit pictures on his laptop. Clicking through them, he smiled. You're so effortlessly beautiful. Your warmth radiated to everyone in your close proximity. Why was he bound to ruin his chance with you? Sure, you came from different worlds, but Jonah never chose this for himself. He wouldn't if the choice was his. Adjusting the lighting and filters, he flew through the photos, wanting to see every frame he'd captured of your face. It wasn't until he skipped ahead to the picture of your eyes delicately glancing up at his that Jonah's finger paused.

There was so much raw emotion in the photograph that it brought tears to the corners of Jonah's eyes. There you were, with your soft lips and complexion, staring up at him with a smile. Your eyes held something more, however. A spark of hope if he had to name it. Jonah was simply staring back at you while your hands touched his chest. In all honesty, he could care less how he looked in the photo. His eyes were glued to your features. Jonah found the perfect filter to highlight the slight flush of your cheeks. Saving it to his MacBook, he also shared it to his phone. He decided that he could stare at this picture until he saw you again. And he was determined to see you again.

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The day had crept by, and you were happy when darkness finally fell. You knew that you shouldn't let yourself fall back into your depressive mode of rotting in bed all day, but you couldn't bring yourself to do much else at the moment. Finally finding sleep that night, you sighed when your eyes opened the next morning. Another day of misery ahead.

You didn't want to look at your phone. Even though it was a Monday, you certainly weren't attending any lectures today. You'd make up the work later. Kicking the covers off of you and picking up your sweatpants from the floor beside your bed, you pulled them on with a huff. You forced yourself into the bathroom to brush your teeth and your hair - the bare minimum. Picking up the book on your nightstand, you tried to read. You found it so hard to immerse yourself back into the story. Why couldn't you focus on anything but the heartache?

Reluctantly picking up your phone almost an hour after you'd woken, you were relieved that there was only one message from Jonah.

Jonah

8:36 a.m.

I hope you have a good day.

Guilt panged in your chest, but he had only sent you one text so far today. Perhaps his feelings were already fading with your lack of reciprocity. Reminding yourself that this was for the best, you put your phone down, and flipped on your TV. The hours swept by today as you felt yourself numbing with an old comfort show. It wasn't until 7:58 that night that a banging on your door startled you awake from your nap.

"(Y/N)! Let me in you bitch, I know you're in there!"

An all too familiar voice called out. You jumped out of bed, rushing to your front door. Quietly touching the chain to confirm it was locked, you breathed a sigh of relief, until your belligerent ex slammed his fists into the structure again. The whole thing shook, and the sight terrified you. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Come out you slut. I heard you got a new man. You think anyone could ever replace me?"

You ran your fingers through your hair, pacing across your living room. What should you do? Call the police? You had tried that before, and they'd brushed you off saying that there was nothing they could do since there was no physical harm done to you. Your ex, Dustin, wasn't stupid enough to stick around to wait for them. Suddenly, Jonah's words echoed through your mind.

"One call and I'm there," he'd said.

You gulped. Would he still be there for you if you'd been ignoring him the last two days? Dustin started pounding on the door again, and you realized that you had to try. Running to your bed and fumbling with your phone, your shaky hands found Jonah's contact, and hit the call button. He answered after one and a half rings.

"(Y/N), thank god you called. I-"

"Jonah," you interrupted in a panicked tone, "please listen to me. I'm so sorry, I didn't know who else to call. My ex is here trying to break down my door. I can't-"

"Stay inside with the door locked. I'll be there in ten minutes," Jonah commanded.

You squeaked out an "okay," and the call ended.

Sitting back down on your bed, you pulled the covers to your chest. The continuous banging on your door was drowning out as your ears started ringing. You watched the numbers on your digital clock slowly change, waiting for ten minutes to pass. On the eleventh minute, the slamming on the door came to an abrupt stop. Jumping up from your bed, you ran to look through the peep hole of your front door. Jonah had run up behind your drunk ex, effectively putting him in a headlock. Your ex looked stunned, flailing his hands around.

"What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? This is none of your goddamn business!"

Jonah's face was hard like stone.

"It is my business. Don't think you can threaten or lay a hand on her."

At that, your ex roared out a laugh.

"Ha! You think she's special? You think you're fucking special? Let me out of this fucking headlock and we'll see how much of a man you are."

Your adrenaline spiked, and you instinctively shook your head as you watched. Jonah shrugged, and let the man go, shoving him forward. Dustin appeared shocked for a second, then swung around full force with his fist. You gasped and put your hand to your mouth. Jonah ducked at the last second, causing Dustin to stumble forward. Dustin shakily righted himself, then swung again. Jonah leaned to the side, avoiding his blow.

"Give it up," Jonah scoffed.

"Go home and don't bother her again, you drunk."

Dustin put his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

"You won't always be here to protect her," he laughed.

"What do you think's going to happen when you're not around?"

Any hint of a smirk that was on Jonah's face disappeared in an instant. He reached forward and clutched Dustin's t shirt in his fist, almost pulling him off the ground completely. Jonah reared back, and punched him square in the face. Blood spurted from Dustin's lip.

"Don't even fucking think about coming near her again. I will always be here to protect her," Jonah spoke in a low, gravelly voice.

He suddenly released Dustin's shirt, and you watched Dustin stumble back from Jonah. Jonah towered over him, and Dustin cowered under Jonah's intense gaze. Dustin ran off. You watched as Jonah followed him with his eyes to his truck. You heard Dustin speed off, and a breath shuddered through your chest. Jonah also released a breath, and his shoulders sagged. You watched as Jonah looked towards your door, then turned to leave. You gasped, rushing to undo the chain and the lock on your door. Hearing the fumbling from inside, Jonah paused. You ripped the door open. There Jonah stood in a black hoodie and sweatpants, breathing a little heavy, and with a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin.

Jonah's expression was one of relief as he laid eyes on you again. You were also in sweats with your hair looking a little disheveled, no doubt from the stress of the situation. You and Jonah quietly examined each other for a moment, and you rushed forward to throw your arms around his neck. You stood on your tippy toes to do so, and you buried your face in his chest as the tears came.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Jonah's arms wrapped around your waist, and he squeezed your torso to his.

"Come, let's get you inside," was his response.

Parting from him and grabbing his hand, you sniffled as you led him into your apartment. You immediately spun around to lock the door and fasten the chain again before turning back to Jonah. He glanced around your living room for a second, then looked back to you.

"I wasn't planning on staying, (Y/N). I know I fucked up by taking you to that party. I wanted to show you that my world isn't all bad, but I just ended up proving that it is," Jonah looked down at his hands.

You did too, realizing that his knuckles were bright red and irritated from the altercation with Dustin. You shook your head and stepped forward to gently grab his hand.

"Nonsense, you did nothing wrong. Come here, let me ice that for you," you led him to your kitchen bar and sat him down on a stool there.

You walked to your freezer to grab an ice pack, and started cracking it. Jonah's eyes followed your motions around your kitchen. You grabbed a towel to wrap the ice pack in.

"Here," you spoke softly before you put the cold pack to his hand.

Jonah didn't react to the cold on his skin, and his eyes stayed on you. You started to squirm under his gaze.

"I know you said you went back to the party and found out what happened," you started.

"I heard these women outside the bathroom say that I was a slut and a gold digger; that I only wanted to be with you for your family name. The funny thing is, I don't even know why your family name's significant," you shrugged, mustering enough courage to finally meet Jonah's eyes.

There was a sadness that you saw there. You swallowed down the lump in your throat.

"It made me realize that I'll never be good enough for someone like you. Maybe I don't deserve you after all. I have too much emotional baggage," you looked down and started picking at your fingers as tears filled your eyes.

Jonah was quiet for a moment.

"I don't give a fuck what anyone says. You're beautiful, and you're perfectly flawed. You bring out the best in me. You don't have to deserve me, but even if you did, I can assure you, you surpassed that point long ago."

You tilted your head back to stare at your ceiling, blinking back tears.

"I still don't feel good enough sometimes," you admitted.

Jonah reached his left hand across the bar to settle onto yours. Your gaze found his again.

"You always are, (Y/N), even when you're at your lowest. You're much too good for me, and that's why I've been afraid of ruining everything. This flashy life that I live comes with a trade-off. Nothing as good as you ever lasts."

You put your second hand atop his on the counter.

"I figured I'd give you a clean break; that it'd be easier for you if I just disappeared from your life again. But you came for me when I needed you, even after I've been ignoring you for two days straight," you picked up his hand to tenderly kiss his knuckles.

You watched Jonah close his eyes and let out a shaky breath at the sensation of your lips on his skin. It almost made you feel empowered.

"Will you stay here with me tonight?"

The question escaped your lips before you could think to stop it. Jonah opened his eyes at your words. You swear you saw his pupils dilate.

"Yes," Jonah breathed.

You smiled, bringing his hand to your cheek. You pressed his palm against your skin, and you leaned into it.

"You make me feel safe. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting," you pouted.

Jonah didn't answer, but stood from the stool in front of you. His face inched closer to yours. His eyes searched your own, practically begging for permission to kiss you again. You brushed your lips with his in invitation, letting your eyes flick back up to his. Jonah kissed you passionately, pressing your back to the kitchen wall, and delicately tucking his hand behind your head to cushion it. After losing yourself in the kiss for what felt like ages, the two of you reluctantly pulled away from one another for air. You took Jonah's bruised right hand, leading him to your bedroom. Jonah took off his hoodie to reveal his toned torso, and you took off your sweatpants, leaving you in only your grey t shirt. The two of you laid in your bed, snuggling and kissing, until you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The Brackenwood Murders Part 4/?

Phil rushes to Dan's apartment after getting his text, and Dan is alone and anxious as PJ is out of town.

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Dan paced his room, trying to control his rapid breathing. He refused to look at the envelope that sat on his bed, addressed to him once again. Instead of opening it, Dan had decided to text detective Lester. The brunette had even worn gloves to grab the letter, just in case the detective could pull fingerprints or something from it. His shoes were still on his feet, not yet tied and he found himself tripping occasionally on the loose laces. All he wanted was to get some fresh air, but it felt unsafe again. A ding came from his phone, and he dug it out of his pocket clumsily, almost dropping it in the process.

Phil: On my way now. Just five minutes away. 

Dan let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding and walked down the stairs as quick as he could without falling. He felt unsafe, on edge, even in his own home. It was the first time in almost a year that he had been left home alone. PJ was always protective, making sure that Dan felt safe and at ease. Normally, when PJ went to visit his family, Dan would tag along. It was always nice to see the Liguoris, but Dan really just wanted some time alone. He had felt comfortable enough on his own, confidently so, until he saw the letter.

A knock on the door made Dan’s skin crawl and he looked through the peephole, relief shooting through him when he saw Phil standing outside. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, letting the chilled detective inside. 

“Thank you for coming so fast.” Dan whispered, “I didn’t touch the letter with my hands; I used gloves. Maybe you can pull fingerprints or something?”

Phil nodded and slid his shoes off, “Of course. It’s my job. That was smart; thank you, Dan. Where’s PJ?” 

Dan grinned dully, “He went to visit family. I normally go with him, but I wanted to stay behind; I felt safe enough. Fuck ton of good that did me,huh?” 

“How long will he be gone?” Phil asked softly, worry seeping its way into the pit of his stomach.

Dan ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit of his, “In three days. I’ve thought about asking him to come home or something but I just can’t do that to him. He’s been looking forward to this trip for weeks, and it’s for his grandmother’s birthday. So I can’t ruin it for him.” He rambled, looking past Phil to avoid eye contact. 

The detective nodded in understanding, “Could you possibly go to him then? You said that you normally tag along.” He enquired, following Dan up the stairs, watching Dan’s careful steps closely. Phil wanted to be prepared to catch Dan if he did trip on his shoelaces. He wondered idly why the younger man hadn’t taken his shoes off while they were downstairs. 

“I thought about that too, but I’m honestly scared that the person leaving me letters would break into the apartment... or even follow me.” Dan whispered with false calmness. 

A shiver ran down Phil’s spine. Though the detective didn’t expect either of Dan’s worries to come true, he couldn’t be too careful. He could have a few members of his team keep an eye on the apartment, but that could be exactly what the killer would want. As much as he hated to admit it, the killer was smart. 

“That’s a good point.” Phil admitted as they walked into Dan’s room and a smile grew on Phil’s face, “Nice room. It’s very you.”

The room was almost crowded, but still minimalist and tidy. A piano sat against a wall with a collection of action figures and plushes atop it. In the corner was a small computer desk with a bookcase attached to it; the books organized asthetically. Dan’s bed was made, and fairy lights were meticulously draped over the headboard, beneath a collection of colorful artwork—the most colorful things in the room. 

Dan snorted and grinned, “yep. Monochrome and tidy, that’s me.” 

Phil rolled his eyes and pulled on some gloves from his satchel, pulling them on carefully. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Then what did you mean?” Dan asked curiously, watching the older man’s movements.

“I mean that while yes, it is dark and quite basic, it’s creative and bright. You hide behind your darkness; you hold onto it, but you also cling to your light. The darkness is where you thrive, where you think and solve. But the light and the colors are where you allow yourself to dream. You want to dream more, but you hide so well in the darkness that sometimes you worry you’ll lose yourself entirely. But you still hold onto the light that inspires you. I admire that.” Phil explained, opening the envelope with gentle fingers.

Dan froze and looked at Phil’s face, scrutinizing him. “I... you got all that from my room?” 

Phil chuckled and set the open letter on Dan’s bed, holding onto the still-filled envelope. “Of course not. I’m trained to profile people, of course; it’s part of my job. But I’ve always been good at reading people. My Nan used to say that I had a gift, but sometimes it feels like a curse. I know you’re scared of losing what little light you have to the darkness, but just remember that no amount of darkness can knock out even the smallest candle flame. But the smallest flame can light up even the darkest room.” 

Dan’s breath hitched at Phil’s words. They dug deep into his skull and made themselves at home in his mind. “What do you mean a curse?” He felt himself ask. 

Phil shook his head. “That’s a conversation for another time. I need to focus.” 

The brunette nodded, “Can I see the letter?”

“Yes, just put on some gloves first. It’s not the nicest, so prepare yourself.” Phil explained calmly, pulling out some photos from the envelope. 

Dan nodded and pulled on a pair of clean gloves before picking up the letter and reading carefully.

“Looks like PJ shortened his leash on you, huh, Dan? He went out of town without you? Left you all alone. it’s been awhile since he’s done that, hasn’t it? Years actually. You normally go with him on his little train journeys, but you stayed. Why? Do you really feel safe, or are you feeling suicidal again? Just thought I’d let you know that there will be more for you to investigate soon, since you like to play detective so much. I’m sure you’ll let your little detective friend know about this letter, so he may as well know too. I’m not worried about being caught; it won’t happen. There are also some pretty pictures in the envelope, especially for you, Danny. I thought you might like them, baby.

P.S, Don’t go out alone tonight.”

Dan shuddered and set the letter back down, turning his attention back to Phil, who looked paler than usual while looking at the photos in his hands. “What’s wrong, Phil? What are the pictures?” 

“More evidence. They’re gory; you don’t need to see them.” Phil explained emotionlessly. 

Dan swallowed thickly, “Is there...” He couldn’t finish his question, a pain settling in his throat. 

“Yes. There’s a picture of Liam. It’s not pretty.” Phil explained softly, putting the pictures back into the envelope. The photo of Liam made even Phil uncomfortable; he couldn’t let Dan see it. 

In the picture, Liam was lying on a white sheet that was spread behind him like angel wings. He was barely alive, his green eyes looked dull and painful; his arms were placed slightly over his head, as if he had taken flight. Liam’s body was free of blood, but he was painted in purpling bruises and deep cuts. His chest was wrapped in gauze, and he was completely naked. What was written on the back of the photo made it even worse. 

“You did always call him your angel; doesn’t he look angelic here?” 

As much as Dan wanted to argue, he allowed himself to be spared from seeing the photos. He was already so on edge, so fearful of everything, that he couldn’t take much more. For the first time in years, small sounds were setting him off, making him jump. The deaths in the town that he called home, the investigations, the letters—everything felt too real now, too in the present. 

“Cheif Brewer was taken off of the case. My team is coming in from London; they’ll probably be here later this afternoon.” Phil explained softly, watching Dan plop down onto his bed, sighing heavily.

The younger man nodded and looked up at Phil through his eyelashes; they were wet from unshed tears. “Good. I mean, he’s a shit policeman, but he’s not a terrible guy or anything. I just don’t think he knew what to do with something more intense than a break-in.”  

“He was definitely in over his head. Do you mind if I sit with you?” Phil asked, sitting down after Dan patted the spot next to him in invitation. 

Dan nodded in agreement and grabbed a pillow, clinging to it like a child to a blanket, "Yeah, he was. I know PJ, Liam and I gave him hell as teens. He used to be like an uncle to me, you know? But things changed. Aaron and I used to be as close as PJ and me until we were like twelve, I think.” 

The detective hummed softly, “Yeah, Brewer told me a little about that. He said you and Aaron were playing on the church playground and you got really scared of something and freaked out. He said after that you stopped going to church, and then your parents did too.”

Dan tensed and nodded, looking away from Phil. He didn’t like to think about that day; it still weaved its way into Dan’s nightmares even thirteen years later. No one took him seriously then, no matter how much he begged them to. Eventually, he didn’t feel safe going to church anymore, and when the Howell’s saw just how traumatized their son was, they decided to stop going too. 

“What happened that day?” Phil asked softly, using the tips of his fingers to turn Dan’s head back to him. Deep down he knew he was crossing a line, but in that moment he couldn’t find the energy to care.

Dan took a shuddery breath, “Aaron and I were playing hide and seek. I was hiding in the cemetery, near the back where the older graves are. I was always a jumpy kid; even moths terrified me. There was a specific gravestone of a huge angel that always scared the hell out of me. I heard Aaron coming near me and I started to crawl between graves and my back hit that stupid angel statue.” He stopped talking and shuddered. “I feel so stupid telling this story again.”

“Don’t feel stupid. If you don’t want to tell me the rest, you don’t have to; I was just curious.” Phil explained in a friendly whisper. 

Dan shook his head. “So I bumped into that statue, and I was scared anyways. I scrambled away from it and felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Aaron so I looked up. It wasn’t Aaron; it was Felix Schmidt, deacon Schmidt’s nephew. His hand was wet and dark red, I screamed and cried because I thought it was blood. I ran straight to my parents and told them what I saw: his hand stained my shirt. The adults confronted him but he pulled out a canvas from behind a nearby tree. He had been painting and spilled a pot of deep red paint. Everyone laughed at me. The next day, I went back to the graveyard and into the wooded area behind it. My childhood cat, Linnie, had been missing for a few days. I found his body... buried under some leaves. He was bloody and torn up really badly, Phil. I started to cry and ran to tell my parents, but when we went back, the body was gone.”

Phil’s eyes widened. “How old was Felix when this happened?” 

“Um, probably thirteen? Just a little older than I was, I guess. Why?” Dan asked quietly.  

The detective ignored the question, “What do you know about him?” 

“His parents are divorced; his mum lives in town, but his dad lives a town over. He would only spend weekends here. He has a little sister; her name is Kylie. I still talk to her sometimes when she’s in town. He was always good with people, especially in the church. The little old ladies loved him; he was a charmer. I looked up to him as a kid; I thought he was really cool and smart.” Dan explained with a shrug. 

“Does he live here now?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Dan shook his head. “He lives out of town, in the forest down south, with his wife. They have two girls together; he’s actually the church’s newest deacon. His aunt and uncle moved away a few months ago, and he took his uncle’s position.” 

Phil’s head was overloaded with thoughts in that moment. If Felix had murdered Dan’s cat at thirteen, he would most likely have moved onto bigger prey. He had no proof, just speculation, but it was definitely a possible lead. Phil grabbed his journal from his bag, making a few notes quickly. He was so embedded in his writing that he was startled when Dan spoke.

“What are you doing?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. 

Phil jumped slightly and chuckled at himself, “Just making some notes.”

“Wait, you think Felix might have something to do with this?” Dan asked quietly, staring blankly at the wall next to him. 

Phil nodded and watched Dan closely, admiring his features. His skin was beautiful, glowing beneath the warm light of his bedroom. His hair was a little frizzy and sticking up in random places. Dan’s lips were a perfect pink, and Phil could smell the younger man’s cologne; it made his stomach twist in want. 

“I never even thought about it being him.” Dan whispered, turning to look back at Phil, gasping quietly.

The detective frowned, “what’s wrong? Are you alright?” 

Dan’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Um yeah, mate. You... you just have really pretty eyes.” 

Phil smiled and looked at his journal closely, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Dan. You have beautiful eyes too.” 

Dan smiled and thanked Phil quietly, playing with a loose thread on his shirt. 

A sudden, loud ring from Phil’s phone made both men jump. “Sorry Dan, I gotta take this.” The detective explained, putting his phone to his ear, “Hi Louise, did you guys make it okay.?”

“Yes, but Phil we need you down at the station immediately. It’s absolutely urgent.” Louise explained over the chaos that was happening behind her. 

Phil frowned deeply and began to pack his bag up with one hand. “What is it? Is everyone alright?” 

“We are yes, but there was a package delivered here for Brewer, He opened it and there were hundreds of photos of men and women, dead and alive. I think this case might be even bigger than we thought.” She mumbled, uncertainty finding its way into her voice.

Phil jumped up from the bed and said, “I’ll be there in ten minutes max. Just, uh send someone to this address. I’ll text it to you; send Charlie, please.” 

Louise agreed and hung up the call, leaving Phil to face a confused looking Dan. “I’ve got to go; it’s urgent. I’m heading down to the station; one of my best team members will be here to keep an eye on things. She won’t bother you besides introducing herself. I just want to make sure you’re safe.” 

Dan went to speak, but Phil was already running down the stairs and out the door, leaving Dan with his thoughts. Could Felix really be the one behind these murders? It made sense, but the brunette truly wished that it didn’t. A buzz from his phone sent a chill down his spine, and he tossed it face down onto the bed. 

Felix: “Hey, can we meet up? There’s some things I’d like to talk about. 🙂”