#but it's dry clean only and fuck going to the dry cleaners
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my raincoat is currently in the washing machine for the first time since i bought it in late 2016 because i realised it was probably kind of gross never to have washed it, it just never occurred to me since raincoats are always getting wet and i'm always wearing a lot of layers under them
anyway how often do you wash your raincoat: a poll for boring people
there is no option for more than monthly because i cannot believe anyone would go through the fuss of re-waterproofing the damn thing that often, and also, why would you bother, and also, what are you doing when it rains if your raincoat is always in the wash or drying
i will take recommendations for (uk) brands of waterproofing spray in the tags/comments please, i have to go buy some tomorrow when this thing is dry
#i haven't washed my other coat since i acquired it in 2012 which i acknowledge is terrible#but it's dry clean only and fuck going to the dry cleaners#don't worry it's getting dry cleaned and repaired this year#i don't wear it much anymore because it sucks to cycle in
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im not generally grossed out by other peoples hygiene but people who just put soap on their hands and then rub their hands on their body in the shower are worse than animals to me. im genuinely fuming at the thought that a large percentage of people use no rag no loofah no exfoliating bar just fucking soap and palms
#the only compelling argument ive heard against this is that the rag gets gross. BUT YOU WASH THE RAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I SUPPOSE YOURE GOING TO TELL ME THAT YOU DONT WEAR UNDERWEAR BECAUSE AFTER ONE USE IT HAS A BUNCH OF GERMS ON IT#FUCKING WASHING MACHINE !!!!!!!!!#i personally dont use a loofah or sponge because they dont go in the wash so yes they collect bacteria as they dry#but a wash rag is the same principle as a towel. they go in the wash after 1-2 uses and you get a clean one. (towels get used longer ig)#now i understand not keeping up with hygiene. ive been there. i am aiming this at regular showerers who think this behavior is normal#disgusting#discourse#<????#one more thing. i think doing that to your face/arms/generally cleaner parts is fine#i cannot wrap my head around rubbing ur feet and asshole with bare hands and going 'mhm yep thats clean enough'
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ŕŞââ´ wet đ seunghan
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summary. your pools been getting dirty due to your usual pool cleaner being on holiday, your neighbours notice this and decide to offer you the help of their son, who would you be decline such a charming young man a nice, wet job?
wc. 4.1k
warnings. milf!reader x neighbour seunghan, pool cleaner!seunghan, age gap, reader is older than seunghan, reader is a single mother, reader has big tits. tit fucking, blowjob, riding, mentions of spit, unprotected sex, outdoor sex.
a/n. sorry for taking months .. love you all. manifesting his return soon </3.
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seunghan wasnât entirely sure just how he ended up torso deep in his neighbours pool, cleaning out the stray leaves that had made their way to the bottom but he was sure that he couldnât complain. the heat from the sun was burning his skin and the water from the pool helped cool that off, the gaze of the pretty girl who was laying poolside watching him made his skin heat up too.
he felt set up, in a way at least, he only returned home for a few weeks to visit his parents over the summer yet theyâd sold him out to clean his neighbour's pool after you had expressed your worry about it getting dirty from the seasons beginning to change. so no, he wasnât going to complain. he knew who you were from the countless times he had peaked through your bedroom window late at night, it had coincidentally been built directly facing his. he didnât think he was a pervert, but he did enjoy watching you. you were attractive and he was going to accept any time he got to spend along side of you.
âhannie?â he heard your soft voice call out to him from the doorway of your home, he turned his head and watched as you walked closer to him, a tray in your hand and your lose cardigan slipping down your shoulders âi made you some lemonadeâ you placed the tray down on the outdoor table before you sat in one of your deck chairs, body relaxing under the sun as you slipped your cardigan off of you and onto the floor. seunghan tried to stop his eyes from trailing down your body but he couldnât, the bikini you had worn left little to almost nothing to his imagination.
âthank youâ his mouth watered as he spoke to you, he was sure you were looking at his body too. he felt as if there was no need for him to wear a shirt so it left his upper body bare under the blistering sun, water droplets from your pool sliding down his body. seunghan had worked hard for his body and he was glad to see that you were enjoying it.
seunghan himself was enjoying you too, he thoroughly enjoyed watching you pick up a bottle of sun tan oil from the table next to you and squirt some on your hands. the task he had at hand was almost completely forgotten about as you ran your hands over your legs, rubbing them over your thighs and underneath the thin straps of your bikini before moving to our stomach. his mouth went dry as he watched you squirt out a little more and then run your hands over your tits. with how small the bikini top you were wearing was, he was sure that it was one pull away from falling off of you. he was in a daze, one that was only broken by the sound of your voice.
âhannie? you should come and take a break, youâve been at it for about an hour nowâ
âhow did you know? been watching me?â he watched as you giggled before taking a sip of your own drink.
âitâs not everyday i have such an attractive man cleaning out my pool hannie, give an old girl a breakâ he stepped out of the pool, your eyes fell to the way the sun caused his torso to shimmer under the light. you had to bite your tongue whilst looking at him, he was far too attractive for you to not be admiring him.
âyouâre not oldâ he laughed as he sat on the chair next to you, sitting on the edge so he could face you âi think youâre in your primeâ you turned your head to look at him, your eyes barely peaking out from above your sun glasses as you laughed.
âoh really? iâm flatteredâ seunghan placed his drink down on the table between your chairs, sitting back so he could rest on his hands and look at you. he watched as you took your sunglasses off, he was sure you done it with the purpose of showing him that you were eyeing up his body âitâs hard to properly relax being a single mom with such a young child, i love that boy more than anything but sometimes itâs nice to sit back and not have a care in the worldâ
âheâs precious, youâre doing a great job with him and iâd be happy to spend some time with him whilst im homeâ you smiled at him as he continued, eyes still flicking from his damp body to his face âiâd also be more than happy to help you out with whatever you need tooâ you smiled again, removing your sunglasses and placing them onto the table. you lifted yourself up, slowly moving your legs until you were sat facing him. you leaned forward slightly, being sure that your tits were being squashed together as you did.
âi appreciate that a lot hannie, reallyâ seunghan knew what you were up to but he let you, making no move to stop you as his eyes fell to your tits âis there anything in particular that youâd like to help me out with?â
âis there anything you need help with? iâm skilled in quite a few different fieldsâ you cocked your head to the side, your bare foot gently gliding against the skin of his leg. seunghan shivered at the contact.
âi can see that you know how to handle things that areâ you hummed to yourself before finishing your sentence âwetâ.
âone would say itâs my specialtyâ he watched as you sat up a little straighter, he parted his legs, still leaned back on his hands. he looked inviting, he was inviting.
âcare to help out with something then? iâd say itâs a little more than just wet thoughâ
âiâd be more than happy to help out, the wetter the betterâ you stood up at his response, the small gap that was between you was closed immediately. your knees took place against the soft cushion of the deck chair either side of him, your ass settling against his thighs as you sat on his lap, not yet properly straddling him and because of that seunghan thought you were teasing him, he was sure of it. after all of the other things you had done so far, he knew you were.
he was yet to touch you, he restrained himself from lifting his hands off of the chair and grabbing your waist, wanting nothing more than to feel your soft skin under his rough fingers, but he waited. instead, he let you touch him. he watched the delicate features of your face focus as you ran a finger down his chest, the tip of it bumping over the ridges of his abs before you look at his face.
âyou take such good care of yourself hannieâ you leaned closer to him, he could feel your tits pressing against his bare chest. seunghan was hard, there was no hiding the bulge that had formed in his shorts, no that he wanted to hide it from you anyway, especially after what you done next. the finger you had on his skin wandered down further, tracing over the bulge in his shorts before you opened your hand and pressed down against it, his head fell back slightly as his lips parted. he saw you smile again before you leaned down to kiss him, that was his breaking point.
the moment he felt your lips against his, he lifted his hands and grabbed your waist, fingers dipping under the thin straps of your bikini as he pulled you closer against him. your hand left the top of his shorts and found themselves in his hair, your barely covered cunt had found itself pressing down against his cock instead.
the kiss was wet, it wasnât long before seunghanâs tongue was pushing into your mouth and his fingers were pulling you down further against his crotch. it wasnât everyday seunghan got his hands on someone he could only describe as a complete and utter milf - so he wasnât letting it go without milking everything he could get from her.
seunghan groaned as he felt your fingers pull on the strands of his hair, your hips not so subtly grinding down against his cock. he gave in, letting his hands drop down to the thickness of your ass. he squeezed the flesh in his hands, the bikini you wore had barely covered any of it and he was grateful for that, loving the fact he could feel every inch of your skin as his fingers dug into it. you moaned against his lips, hips now moving smoothly against his. he basked in the way your soft skin felt against him, only growing harder when he thought about the feeling of your bare skin against his.
you broke the kiss, looking down at him with wet lips as a string of silvia broke in between your mouths. seunghan melted at the way you looked at him, pure lust clouding your vision as you ground yourself down against him.
âhannieâ you cooed, fingers wrapped in his hair as your other hand held his cheek, the tips of your freshly manicured nails raking soothingly against his skin. he hummed when you said his name, eyes focused on your lips as you spoke âyouâve worked so hard, wonât you let me reward you nowâ
âyou can do whatever you wantâ you smiled before you got off of his lap, he watched as you took the pillow off of your chair and placed it on the floor, laughing quietly as he realised you were doing it in order to kneel without hurting your knees. seunghan found it endearing.
he wasnât entirely sure what you were planning to do, he kept his eyes on you as you leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing it against the his torso before slowly dragging your tongue up his skin, letting it linger between the ridges before pulling back and giggling, you swooned over how nice his body was, loving the way your spit glistened against his skin under the sun light.
your fingers trailed down to his shorts, tips of them pushing under the fabric. you were pleased to discover the lack of briefs he had on underneath, it made pulling his shorts down all the more exciting when you were greeted with his hard cock springing out and weighing down against his stomach. droplets of precum slipped from the tip of his cock and landed on his abs, he placed his hands back behind him on the chair as he leaned back. the sight of him like that, bare with his shorts pooled at his ankles made your mouth water, you wanted to taste him badly.
instead, you held yourself back. you reached out and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly dragging it up before bringing it back down. seunghan didnât take his eyes off of you, not wanting to miss a second of what you were going to do, and he was pleasantly surprised when you knelt up. you leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock before stroking him again, making sure to coat all of his cock in your spit. luckily for you, the oil you applied earlier was still slick on your skin and you knew it would be the perfect lube for what you wanted to do.
your hand tightened around the base of his cock as your brought yourself forward, the fingers of your other hand lifted up the middle of your bikini bra before you slipped his cock beneath it, you let it snap back against it as your breasts closed around his cock. seunghan groaned as you pushed them together around it before lifting them up and bringing them back down. the oil on your body mixed with your spit on his cock made him slide between your tits with ease, the plush flesh of them felt incredible rubbing against the girth of his cock and the subtle roughness of the bikini top strap had him shivering. it wasnât until you looked down and poked your tongue out, letting it graze along the head of his cock that a groan left his lips, the heavy breathing transitioned into deep groans as he tipped his head back and basked in the feeling of you.
the longer it went on, the quicker you moved, stroking his cock with your tits until he couldnât keep his eyes open anymore and as much as you enjoyed watching him struggle to stay alert, that wouldnât do. you needed his full attention on you, his eyes on you. so you stopped, it caught seunghanâs attention right away, he could feel the soft skin of your breasts hugging his cock as he looked down at you. he was interrupted as he went to speak, his lips closing as he watched you reach behind your back and pull at the string of your bikini, letting it fall onto the floor and showcasing your breasts to him. seunghan watched you carefully as you wrapped your hand around his cock and brushed the side of it along your nipple, letting him feel the hardened bud for a few moments before pulling it away.
you never let go of his cock, instead you leaned toward him and wrapped your lips around the tip of it, lifting them so you could spit on the head before taking it into your mouth again. you slowly sank your mouth down his cock, immediately taking him as far as you could before lifting your head and doing it again, the speed of your actions increasing as you got into it. the salty taste of his precum melted on your tongue and his voice melted in your ears. even if you were only going to get him once, you were going to show him why older women are always better.
you lifted your head off of his cock before spitting on it again, wanting it as wet and messy as possible as you licked up the side of it before eagerly taking him back into your mouth. your head sinking down all the way on him once you did, deep throating his cock until your eyes were lining with tears and your throat was almost burning. when you lifted back up you went back down, seunghan basked in the low gagging sound you made when his cock hit the back of your throat. he was sure after this time with you heâd become utterly obsessed with you.
you let him lace a hand into your hair and push your head down on him, he wasnât controlling you but he was ushering you to take him deeper into your mouth, so you did. you took him as deep as you could again, you felt spit begin to dribble from the corners of your mouth. his hips bucked up slightly and he groaned out your name, curses following. he was close, but that didnât stop you. in fact, it spurred you on more, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum melting against your tongue.
so once you knew it was time, you placed your hands on his thighs and took all of him into your mouth, letting him go as deep as possible before stilling around him, gulping as you felt the first parts of his orgasm hit your throat. you gagged, but continued taking him, your nails digging into his thighs as you did. everything about the moment drove seunghan absolutely fucking insane, from the way you took his cock with ease and eagerly swallowed each and every drop of his cum as if it were your favourite meal to the way your nipples rubbed against his leg, he was losing his mind.
seunghan watched as you slowly lifted your mouth off of his cock, a few droplets of his cum mixed with your spit dripped down the side of it. once you lifted your head to look at him seunghan felt his heart drop to his stomach, his cock barely staying soft when he saw your wide eyes and sweet smile, his cum staining the swell of your lips and dripping down your chin. he leaned forward, running his thumb over the lose liquid and pushing it into your mouth, groaning when you eagerly sucked it off of the muscle. once you pulled your lips off of his thumb with a pop, you leaned back, smiling lazily at him.
âmen my age donât taste that goodâ you sighed, cocking your head to the side and grinning again, seunghan could still see traces of his cum sat on your tongue.
âgirls my age donât suck me off that goodâ
âwhat can i sayâ you stood up, pressing your hands harder against his knees so you could. seunghan looked at you, his own hands instantly going to the bare skin of your waist. he pulled you closer to him, pressing an open mouthed kiss against the skin of your stomach âolder girls do it better hannieâ you laced your fingers through his hair and smiled down at him, he smiled back as his fingers trailed down your sides and stopped at the thin, tied straps of your bikini underwear. you watched him as he pulled both sides of the straps at the same time, allowing your underwear to fall onto the floor alongside your bra that you had discarded not too long before. his fingers crawled around your skin and grabbed your bare ass, spreading your cheeks before digging his nails into your skin.
âwant to show me what else older girls are good at?â you smiled as he kissed your skin again before letting go.
âlay down for me hannieâ he listened to you, laying back on the deck chair and watching you straddled his lap. his cock lay red and hard against his stomach which made it easy for you to press yourself against it. you reached down, separating the lips of your pussy before grinding down against the length of his cock, moaning when you felt the head bump against your slick cunt. you ground yourself against him again before wrapping your hand around his cock and standing it up, readying yourself to sink down on him.
you let your head fall back and your lips part as you felt the head of his cock fill you up, you whimpered as you sank down on him, being sure to take every inch of him before resting your hands against his chest to steady yourself. seunghan groan as you leaned down to kiss him, your hips slowly lifting before moving back down. he appreciated the way you took your time to adjust to the size of him, falling in love with the way your cunt swallowed his cock with ease.
you pushed your tongue into his mouth, your hips beginning to bounce a little quicker against him. he let out a deep moan into your mouth, almost unable to kiss you back due to the way the lips of your pussy were gripping his cock. you ran your fingers up his body, stopping as you gripped his shoulders, breaking the kiss so you could lay your head on his chest.
you dug your fingers into his skin and bounced your hips quicker on him, coming down harder each time. you made sure to rotate your hips as you fucked tourself on him and due to the incline of the chair, seunghan had a perfect view of the way your ass shook each time you did so. he was in awe, lips parted as he groaned lowly at the way your ass looked and how you felt, squeezing him tightly whilst keeping him completely and utterly drenched.
the moans you let out were sweet to his ears, the way you whined out his name only turned him on more. he loved watching you have your way with him and show him what you can do because god, you could do things, but he wanted to take control of you. he needed it. so his grip tightened on your hips, he used his strength to stop you from moving causing you to lift your head up and look down at him, your eyes wide with curiosity. he spoke before you could.
âi might die if i donât get to fuck you myselfâ you giggled, slowly lifting yourself off of his cock with a whimper, hearing it slap against his stomach as you climbed off of him. you werenât sure how he wanted you but seunghan wasnât afraid of manhandling you in order to show you.
he stood up, grabbing you before laying you down in the deck chair, putting you where he was before he grabbed your legs and lifted them. he pushed them up, placing his feet on the chair as he put your legs over his shoulders, your ankles close to his lips. he grabbed the top of the chair with one hand whilst grabbing his cock with the other, guiding it inside of you before grabbing the top of the chair with that hand too. the position he had you in made you vulnerable, completely bare for him to do what he wanted. he filled you up immediately, not taking his time to push all the way into you before thrusting into you properly. his squatting position made it easy for him to fuck his hips against yours and push his cock as deep as he possibly could.
you grabbed onto his shoulders, pressing your fingers into his skin as you cried out, not bothering to care for the fact someone could hear you or potentially even see you. you didnât care. no one had ever put you in such a position before, you didnât even know you were flexible enough to do it, especially at your age. but here you were, body bent in half as seunghan had his way with you. you loved it. seunghan made you feel young again, looked at you and treated you as if you were made of diamonds. a pure gem in a sea of stones. you couldnât get enough of him.
his hands left the top of the chair and went under you, he gripped your ass and tilted it up a little, somehow driving even deeper into you as he fucked you merciliessly, you were sure the chair under you couldâve broken with the way it was squeaking. the squeaking was barely noticeable though, the other thing seunghan was focused on was you and the way you were crying out for him with each deep, sharp thrust.
he was sweating at this point, the sun beaming down onto the two of you only made the moment even hotter. his skin heating up and his blood boiling, all of it seemingly rushing into his cock as the flesh of your walls tightened around him. he continued looking down at you, his forehead almost pressed against yours with how close he was to you. he could see in your eyes that you were weakening, he could tell from your voice that you were close and seunghan couldnât wait to experience the feeling of you releasing around him, squeezing him so tightly and using him to draw out your own orgasm.
âhannie iâm getting closeâ your voice was broken, seunghan simply groaned at the sound of you before moving his hands one last time. one of them returned to its place holding onto the top of the chair and the other moved to your clit, thumb pressing against the soaked bud and rubbing circles against it. you cried out again, your nails digging deeper into his shoulders as your eyes closed âfuck iâm gonna cum hannie iâm gonna cum please donât stopâ your rambling spurred him on to continue, wanting to drive you completely over the edge, and thatâs just what he done.
seunghan knew he had hit the jackpot when he felt your slick soak his stomach and thighs, you squirted. he made you squirt. seunghan simply groaned and fucked you harder, taking you through the extreme sensitivity as he let your tightened cunt milk out his own orgasm.
you were worn out, tired as he spilt his cum into you. slowly pulling out and resting your legs back onto the chair before he went to stand up, but you stopped him, signalling him to join you on the chair. itâs how he ended up with his head against your tits and his lips ghosting over the skin there. you played with his hair, humming as you let your body recover.
seunghan wasnât sure if you were going to hire him to do your pool again, but one thing was for sure, seunghan was never going for a girl his own age again.
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Maybe your intuition was right about this job.
You were broke, only a few days away from having to live on the streets, streets where dangerous men lurked waiting for an opportunity to snap up young women like you.
You remember shivering at the thought, and so when you saw a job opportunity at some nearby hotel, you thought you were saved. It paid pretty well considering you were only coming in to be a cleaner, but you were quick to realise why.
Gangs and mafia had wormed their way into the very foundations of your city. You were hired to clean and keep your mouth shut if you saw anything. Up until now, you hadnât seen anything, thank god.
Despite your guilty conscience, you continued working, making a habit of bringing in headphones just so you could block everything out.
You regret every decision youâve made that has led up to this moment.
Youâre practically plastered against the wall, eyes wide and body trembling. The headphones you usually wear are still blasting some pop song, but itâs practically white noise compared to the sounds of crying, screaming and groaning.
Itâs a bloodbath. Quite literally too. You can feel pools of it soaking into your cheap shoes, which doesnât help the sickness in your stomach.
The man, if you can even call him that, still hasnât noticed you. You wonât be surprised if he turns around and reveals himself to be some bear-man mutant thing. Heâs fucking massive, despite the fact that heâs currently sat down, boredly snapping bones. Youâre extremely lucky he hadnât heard your mop drop to the floor after you walked into the carnage.
Fucking move! Move! Move!
You donât. You stand still like an idiot.
âAre you going to say anything, little lady?â
Now you just might throw up.
He turns his head to the side and watches you with one eye, a grin on his lips. He chuckles a little, before standing.
By fucking god heâs huge. Your knees become wobbly within an instant.
âHm. I donât think you should be here, girlie.â
âI-I work here,â you stammer out.
He raises an eyebrow, turning to face you a little more, the grin on his lips widening.
âIs that so?â
He stands to his feet, casually crushing the head of some poor man under his boot. Your eyes divert to the ceiling, struggling to find a spot that isnât covered in splatters of blood.
âI gotta admit, you donât look the type to be working here.â
Thereâs a spot. Itâs grimy, and thereâs a dull light that looks like it has dead bugs in it.
âI-I need the money, and itâs only- itâs only cleaning.â
Another wry laugh, âCleaning, huh? Tell me, do you think you can clean all this?â
The light flickers a little. Someone should check that out, but not you, youâd be hopeless with it.
âMaybe for a raise,â you mumble.
He laughs again. Thatâs good right? He must think youâre funny. Or maybe he thinks the thought of splattering your intestines across the wall is funny.
The spot on the ceiling becomes all the harder to focus on when heâs right in front of you, tall enough to reach your line of sight despite the fact youâre basically looking straight up.
Thereâs a bit of blood in the toothy smirk he wears, a fact that makes your stomach sink even lower. âYou not gonna run?â
You donât even realise youâre crying until you hear your own pathetic sniffles, âWha-What would be the p-point?â
He pouts mockingly, the amusement in his eyes clear as day, and you flinch harshly at the sight of his massive hand raising towards you, a sharp breath of air entering your lips and your headphones clattering to the floor.
The hand slowly pats your head, and the heaviness of it reminds you of the fact he could so easily crush your skull. You can feel the blood from him dripping into your hair.
âYouâre cute, you know that? In a bit of a pathetic way.â
How lovely of him. Youâre not really sure if you should say thanks.
You gulp, and it scratches at your dry throat painfully. âI-I wonât te-tell any-â
âYa got a boyfriend? Maybe even a girlfriend?â
Only spluttered and clipped words leave you, and so you settle for shaking your head.
The hand on your head crawls down your face, akin to a spider, before eventually settling on cupping your cheek.
âYeah, I figured. I mean, no offence. If I had a pretty thing like you I wouldnât let you work in a place like this,â he motions to the hellhole behind him, before glancing back down at you with slightly narrowed eyes. âHell, I doubt I would even let you out of the house. Youâre too cute for your own good.â
God. Why didnât you just tell your coworker to find someone else to cover? Why, why, why?
A rough thumb wipes under your eyes, creating a thin layer of blood, sweat and tears on your skin.
âAwe, no need to cry,â he coos, and you yelp when his other hand encircles around your waist, tugging you against him.
âIâll take care of ya.â
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After your sister split from your brother-in-law you felt kind of bad for him. They had just bought a new house and now he was stuck with the mortgage. You always liked him so, you suggested that you move in and rent a room from him to help pay off the mortgage. He said good idea, and before you knew it you were moved in. During the first week you only saw him in passing. Then, on the first Friday you were there, he called you out to the living room. He was drinking a beer and watching a movie. He said come in, have a seat. You sat on the couch. And he said look, your sister's a fucking cunt. You're her brother and you're a fucking faggot. So you owe me on two fronts and yeah, for being a faggot too and for me putting up with letting a homo live in my house. Yeah, I've never been all right with having a fag like you around but, you were my wife's brother so what could I do? Now I can treat you like you should be treated. So let's get down to brass tacks. I'm letting you live here for a decent price. And you have a whole house at your disposal instead of a small apartment. With everything else that's gone on, you're going to make my life a little easier. First of all, you're responsible for cleaning this place and keeping it clean at all times. I mean everything. Vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing the floors, scrubbing the toilets, everything. You're also going to do my laundry. You're going to bring my dry cleaning to the dry cleaners and pick it up always make sure that my stuff is ready for me for work. You're going to do the grocery shopping and if I tell you to have a meal ready for when I get home on any day, you'll have it ready or I'll bitch slap you across this house. There'll be other things and I'll tell you as we go along. But for now you just tell me, I understand Sir, and get on your knees and massage my stinking sweaty smelly socked feet you fucking homo. It'll put you in the right headspace regarding your regarding place in respect to me. And yeah, I don't change my socks everyday so they do stink but, that's what real men are like faggot. So I don't want to hear any fucking complaints. Just give 'em a good massage. And don't just use your hands, use your face too. Yeah, that's right, rub your face in them too, use your face like a massager. And sniff 'em, it might do you some good sniffing in the stink of a real man. Yeah, I'm going to teach you your place, to learn to be the bitch you are, and to punish you for being the brother of that stupid cunt sister of yours. So chop chop, get on your knees massage my sweaty stinking fucking Gold Toe socked feet that have been stuck inside my leather shoes all week sweating. Make 'em feel good, kiss them while sniffing 'em, and say thank you Sir for teaching me what I am and putting me in my place. It's going to be like this every night faggot, so get used to it. Your life just became mine.
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It's horny o clock for meeeeee.
cw: sex toy usage, simon-pov, anal mention
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The package laying on Ghost's coffee table isn't getting any better the longer he stares. He's certain there was a mix up or mistake in the ordering. Why would you have a sex toy delivered? The other contents of the box include toy-safe cleaner, lube, and a cock ring that you've spoken about more than once.
He scoops up the instructions, wondering if maybe there's a hidden message. When he decides that there isn't, a plan half-forms in his mind. You want him to use the damned thing? Fine, he'll use it and send you proof.
He follows each line of instruction, cleaning the toy then patting it dry with the microfiber cloth included. More than once in the process he thought about chucking it out the window. He knows it won't be as satisfying as you are.
Finding an angle that works with his phone to record only his cock and the doll is tricky. In his mind, the doll is you. He pushes aside how the skin feels too soft and pliant.
Ghost squirts lube onto his finger tips, spreading it before following the crack of your ass. There's a slick trail down to your pussy and he doesn't want to waste time, shoving his fingers inside.
He can hear you protest about him slipping in three fingers at once - "S'lright, you can take it. Need to if you want m' cock."
His fingers are drawing out squelching noises as he teases you, curling fingers inside to touch that spot that makes you go crazy. He hears the moans and gasps, even swears he feels you moving against his hand. He waits until he can see the glistening lips, until his fingers easily glide in and out of you, to place his cock at your entrance.
Your dripping pussy swallows the head of his cock so easily. He groans, only fucking the tip into you. He grips your cheeks, spreading them apart to spit on your ass.
"Be good f'me and I'll fuck your ass next." He slams his full length into you with that one line.
He thrusts deep each time, balls slapping against your clit. He can see you clawing at the sheets under you, struggling to take the weight of his thrusts. Your begging fall on deaf ears as he speeds up, grunting out your name.
Ghost gets lost in his fantasy, roughing fucking your pussy. His fingers dig into your cheeks, holding you down with his body weight. His muscles start to burn from the effort, sweat dripping down his spine. He grits his teeth, closing his eyes to dive further into his fantasy.
His balls tighten, ready to empty themselves into your empty cunt. He pulls out, pressing the tip into your ass with a deep groan. He erupts, watching the throb move down his cock. He sucks on his bottom lip, pulling back to see the cum ooze down the crack.
He scoops up the phone, showing off his handiwork. "You're next."
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Sunshine
6.7k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 7
Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, alcohol & painkillers, a little kiss, lots of sarcasm, angst, jealousy (reader would never!) Summary: A spontaneous meeting in a bar lays bare some uncomfortable truths. A/N: Why be sad when you can just turn off your feelings and not be sad anymore? Itâs so easy. /s I can't tell you how much your messages about this series mean to me!! I love talking to you about it and I appreciate your enthusiasm and support soooo much!! Enjoy this part and let me know your thoughts! đ¤
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The Birds Donât Sing, They Screech in Pain
â Werner Herzog
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You donât have feelings. You donât have a heart. The world is a joke and nothing you do matters.
And you got a great ass.Â
So fuck it.
You close the mirror cabinet and look at your reflection. The steam from your recent shower lingers in the air, creating a hazy atmosphere around you. With a determined gaze, you meet your own eyes, trying to convince yourself of what you so desperately want to believe.Â
You. Donât. Have. Feelings.Â
Sighing exasperatedly, you leave the bathroom to go get dressed. You eye the empty space on the wall where the mirror used to hang in passing and canât help but smile sardonically at the clean floor below. Who knew you had such a talent for cleaning blood?Â
If your current job doesnât work out in the long run, crime scene cleaner could be a viable alternative.
You rummage through your drawer for a fresh pair of panties, a soft bralette without any bothersome hooks, and a flowy dress you can easily pull over your head. Comfort is key today. Your morning shower proved tricky enough, but you managed somehow, maneuvering very ungracefully to keep your injured hand dry.Â
Thankfully, you were smart enough to go to bed early last night and get up in time this morning, allowing you ample time to change the bandages and dress yourself with just one functional hand.
Exhaustion still lingers in every single one of your bones, but youâre determined to not let it get you down. Not again. So, you pour yourself a cup of strong coffee, sit outside on your balcony, pop the painkillers you got at the emergency clinic on Sunday, and browse the internet for a new mirror.
The sun kissing your skin feels nice, and the fresh air invigorates your senses. Thereâs even a flock of birds doing their choreographed dance in the sky. Just for you. Youâre living in a goddamn dream, arenât you?Â
You scoff, down the rest of your coffee, cough when it goes down the wrong pipe, and go back inside once you donât feel like youâre choking to death anymore. Itâs time for work.
Your boss graciously let you work from home on Monday and Tuesday, but since thereâs an important meeting scheduled this morning, sheâs asked you to come to the office today. The meds should get you through the day, youâll just have to figure out how to do your job effectively without the ability to type with your right hand.
You could try to push some of your workload onto the new intern whoâs been unsuccessfully trying to flirt with you for the past month, but he strikes you as the type to show up with flowers and a teddy bear after you compliment his sneakers once â itâs probably not the best idea to entertain him.
An office romance sounds hot on paper, but your job is the only halfway stable thing in your life, so you donât want to mess it up for some guy. Especially if said guy looks young enough to get carded in bars.
Why canât you just not need money and not have to go to work at all? Is that really too much to ask?Â
âGet your shit together,â you murmur to yourself as you grab your bag, your keys, and quickly check your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Eh, you look fine considering the messed-up past few days you had. The black wrist brace is kind of derpyâyou can already see Kristen giggling at it and very much not believing any excuse you invent for itâbut the smile you force onto your face looks virtually natural.Â
What a little sunshine you are.Â
Sandals on your feet, sunglasses sitting on your nose, wireless earbuds in your ears, your top three songs of the week on a blissful loop, you start your walk to the office. Nothing bad can touch you when the rhythm of your favorite beats courses through your veins, encapsulating you in an invincible cocoon.
For the first few minutes at least.
Your pulse quickens and your chest tightens as the gas station, where Joel could barely wait to pull out of you before gushing about his date, comes into view. And of course, Chris, the clerk, steps outside right as you pass it to inexplicably water the two withered plants next to the entrance.
You attempt to speed walk, hoping to avoid an embarrassing encounter, but whereâs the fun in that, right? Sure enough, you hear him calling after you.
You roll your eyes behind your glasses and reluctantly stop, pulling out one of your earbuds as you turn to face him. His eyes fixate on the black brace around your wrist.
âWhat happened to your hand? Too much fun on the weekend?â he asks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
You sigh, not in the mood for a detailed conversation, and also very much aware of what heâs probably insinuating. âJust a little accident at home,â you reply, keeping it vague. âDonât do yoga if youâre drunk.â
He chuckles. âIâll keep that in mind.â When he realizes youâre not going to say anything else, heâs nice enough to not keep you any longer. âWell, I hope it heals soon. And let me know if you, uh, need anything. You know where to find me.â
You nod, offering a polite smile, and continue on your way, reinserting the earbud to drown out the world. You turn up the volume, lip-sync, and ignore Joelâs call without missing a beat.
â â â
âPlease, tell me. Please, please, please. Come onâŚyou know youâre gonna tell me eventually, so letâs just save us some time and get it over with. You know I can keep a secret.â
As expected, Kristen is very intrigued by your wrist brace. In fact, she has been switching between begging for you to tell her what happened and coming up with some outlandish theories since you sat down at your desk four hours ago. To nobodyâs surprise, they all involve some sort of sex accident.Â
Itâs kind of funny, though, that none of the elaborate stories she imagines come close to capturing the absurdity of your reality. Oh well, youâre used to it by now. And yet, thereâs no way in hell youâre going to divulge one of your most vulnerable and embarrassing moments to her. Not a chance.Â
âI already told you,â you say without stopping your one-handed typing. âI got drunk watching The Bachelor and then my genius brain decided that was the perfect moment to try out some new yoga positions. Itâs a miracle I only sprained my wrist and didnât break my neck.â You put on your most convincing smile and look at her. âItâs embarrassing as shit, okay? I mean, look at this thing,â you point at your injured hand. âI look like a kid who fell off a swing on the playground.â
Kristen giggles and is about to say something, but right at that moment, she receives a phone call from a client. She sighs, narrows her eyes, and mouths, âThis is not over.â You wink at her and go back to typing with your left hand, occasionally swearing under your breath when you hit the wrong keys. This is all so much fun.Â
The rest of the day goes by in a blur of emails, phone calls, bad coffee, painkillers, Kristen putting a heart sticker on your wrist brace, another meeting, and your phone lighting up with new messages from Joel.Â
By 5:30 p.m. your brain is about to explode, so you decide to call it a day and leave. Thereâs a frozen pizza waiting for you at home and you can hear your pajamas and sofa calling your name. Sweet, sweet solitude; itâs so close you can feel it. You just have to walk out fast enoâ
âDrinks.â
âDid you seriously just hide behind that plant and jump out?â you chuckle, and Kristenâs grin tells you that is absolutely, one hundred percent what just happened.Â
âDrinks,â she repeats. And when you open your mouth, she says it again, but this time she gives you her most adorable pout.
âOkay, okay,â you say with a playful roll of your eyes. âYou can stop the puppy routine.â
âI love how easy you are,â she beams at you and plants a kiss on your cheek. âLetâs go!â
The warmth of the summer evening envelops you both as you step outside. The sun, still casting its golden hues across the city, paints the urban landscape with a vibrant palette. Kristen, with a fancy sun hat perched on her head that perfectly complements her black hair, looks for bars near you on her phone.
As you try to decide on a bar, the balmy air carries the distant sounds of the cityâs summer symphony. The occasional laughter from a nearby cafe mingles with the hum of traffic, creating a lively backdrop to your anticipation.
Amidst the ambient noise, your phone buzzes with Tommyâs name flashing on the screen. You answer, bringing the phone to your ear.
âHi Tommy.â
âHi honey,â Tommyâs voice comes through, the background noise indicating heâs at a lively place. âJust calling to ask how youâre doing today.â
âYou know you donât need to call me every day to ask me that, right?â you chuckle, still unable to understand why he even cares. You donât deserve him.
âCome on, itâs the highlight of my day,â he says in mock offense, and you can perfectly picture the grin on his face.Â
âWell, if itâs that important to youâŚâ you say, a smile on your lips. âIâm good. My friend and I are going for drinks. Just need to decide on a bar first.â
âWhat a perfect coincidence! Iâm at this new place right now. They got great burgers and drinks, even non-alcoholic stuff,â he tells you excitedly. âOh and Joelâs here, too.â
Your heart skips a beat at Tommyâs words. Joel is there, at the same place. The thought of seeing him again stirs a concoction of emotions within you â longing, uncertainty, and a subtle yearning for things to be okay. Thereâs an undeniable pull. You miss him.
As you take a moment to think of your answer, Kristen mouths, âWhoâs that?â
âItâs my friend, and heâs inviting us to join him at a bar,â you explain to her.
Tommyâs voice perks up on the phone, âCome on, itâll be a blast. The more, the merrier!â
You look at Kristen questioningly, and she gives you two thumbs up and a big smile.Â
You sigh and look up at the sky. Thereâs a big bird chasing a smaller one. âOkay, weâre in,â you say to Tommy, and his excited shouts in your ear make you giggle. He sends you the location and you immediately order an Uber for you and Kristen. You donât have to wait for long.
Sitting in the car, your initial, albeit reluctant, excitement has turned into annoyance as the hands of the clock seem to move at an agonizingly slow pace. What was supposed to be a ten-minute journey has stretched into an interminable thirty minutes, courtesy of the unrelenting rush hour traffic.Â
The air inside the car feels stifling, even with the AC humming, and the incessant chatter about football between the driver and Kristen becomes an indistinct drone. Your lack of interest in the sport combines with the whirlwind in your head, making their conversation an incomprehensible blur.
As your stomach churns, a sense of queasiness settles over you, intensifying the already uncomfortable ride.
By the time you make it to the bar, youâre tired, cranky, and wish you had just gone home after work. You could be lying on your sofa right now, stuffing your face with pizza, watching Netflix, and testing your new vibrator before falling asleep in your soft bed. But no, you just had to be social, hm?
As you enter the crowded and lively bar, the buzz of upbeat chatter, clinking glasses, and the rhythmic thump of music surrounds you. Everyoneâs loud and happy, and youâre just not in the right mood for it. Slowly making your way through the sea of faces with Kristen trailing behind, you spot Tommy seated in a cozy booth.
The mere sight of him puts you at ease â for about a second, that is.
Your eyes fall onto Joel and the woman whoâs casually touching his shoulder, comfortably nestled against the plush cushioned seats. Youâve never seen her before, but it doesnât take a rocket scientist or even a sober brain to figure out who she is. What is she whispering into his ear now? Heâs laughing. You can see his eye crinkles from where youâre standing.
The sight is like a punch to your gut.
For a moment, youâre frozen in place, and the urge to turn around and run away grips you. Unwelcome emotions and memories surge back, catching you off guard and leaving you breathless. Just as you contemplate an escape route, Tommy spots you from across the room, his face lighting up.Â
âSweetheart,â he shouts, rising from his seat and waving enthusiastically. His excited shout draws the attention of everyone around him, including Joel. Your eyes lock, and for a brief moment, the world around you fades. The corners of his lips instinctively turn upwards as he looks at you, but after spotting your wrist brace and the pained look on your face, he furrows his brow.
What the hell happened to you?
In the blink of an eye, you flip a switch in your brain, put on the most radiant smile you can muster, straighten your shoulders and cross the room. Joelâs concerned eyes donât leave you for a second.
âThere she is,â Tommy says, genuine warmth in his voice as he leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek, followed by a tight, comforting hug. âItâs so good to see you.âÂ
âYou too, Tommy,â you murmur, a sense of momentary relief washing over you in the wake of his presence.
He pulls away from the hug, extending his greeting to Kristen, before introducing you both to the beautiful brunette sitting next to his brother. Draping his arm around your shoulders, he tells you with a smile that, âThis is Jan, an old school friend of mine. We actually didnât plan this whole meeting with everyone, somehow we just all ended up here. Funny coincidence,â he chuckles and you strain the muscles around your mouth so hard it hurts. Â
âItâs nice to meet you, Jan,â you say, reaching out to shake her hand. She reciprocates your greeting and gives you a charming smile.Â
âAnd I donât need to introduce you to this guy, huh?â Tommy grins, squeezing your shoulder.
Your gaze shifts to Joel, whoâs caught in the limbo of whether to remain seated or stand up, so he ends up awkwardly half-standing, caged in the narrow space between the bench and table.
âHi, Joel,â you say, your eyes lacking their usual vivacityâa detail not lost on him.
He settles back into his seat, audibly clearing his throat. âHi, darlinâ.â
He studies your face as you settle down beside Tommy. You look as beautiful and glowing as always, but the longer he looks, the more cracks in the carefully put up facade he can see. Your smile isnât genuine, your eyes look a bit swollenâlike youâve been crying or not sleeping wellâand your body language screams unease.
The others may not notice, but he does. Because he knows you.
Kristen takes a seat beside Jan, seamlessly weaving herself into the ongoing conversation with Joel. Her ability to navigate social dynamics with such ease leaves you marveling â how is she so good at this? Her charm extends, connecting the trio in animated small talk.
Your body eases into a semblance of relaxation as Tommy pulls you closer and presses a kiss on the crown of your head. âIâm so glad youâre okay,â he whispers into your hair, a tender reassurance that brings a sense of solace.
Sitting up straight, you return his smile, gratitude evident in your eyes. âThanks to you.â
Tommy beams at you, momentarily lost in the exchange, before redirecting his attention to the group. âAre you guys ready for a first round of drinks?â he asks, the unison response from everyone echoing with enthusiasm, a collective âyesâ that adds a burst of energy to the already vibrant atmosphere.Â
â â â
After three rounds of drinks (you very responsibly decided to change to coke after one mojito), burgers, nachos, sharing the epic tale of how you managed to hurt your hand doing yoga, Jan gossiping about the guy her adult daughter brought home last week, Tommy sharing hilarious stories from his and Joelâs workplace, and everyone seemingly having loads of fun, you let yourself relax a bit.
Itâs nice witnessing Joelâs laughter and enjoyment. A warmth spreads through your heart at the sight, a flicker of happiness for him. Yet, the subtle discomfort lingers as Janâs touch becomes a constant presence on his arm. Rationalizing it as a casual gesture during conversation and under the influence of drinks doesnât fully erase the twinge of unease settling within you.
But you can handle it, you convince yourself.
Until you canât.Â
You canât handle it when Janâs hand finds its way to Joelâs thigh and her lips brush the shell of his ear.
You glance at Joel, searching for a reaction, a flicker of discomfort perhaps, but his response is subtle. A shift in his seat, a movement so slight it could be mistaken for a casual adjustment, yet thereâs a discernible change in his demeanor. Itâs a momentary pause, a beat in the rhythm of the evening.
The weight of the scene bears down on you, and you feel a pang of vulnerability, a subtle ache in your chest. In that split second, a mix of emotions surges within you â a tinge of hurt, a brush of jealousy, and a sting of betrayal.
Emotions you havenât felt in years. Emotions you have sworn to yourself youâd never feel again.
Why does it bother you so much? Is it because it reminds you of how you touched him, how you ran your hand further and further up his thigh when he was taking you home for the first time, teasing him until he couldnât take it anymore, pulled his car over and fucked you in the driverâs seat? Has she done that with him? Is she as addictive as you are?
This close to a full-blown panic attack, you jump up from your seat to the surprise of everyone at your table. You make brief eye contact with Kristen, who shoots you a sympathetic look.Â
Excusing yourself, you navigate through the bustling crowd towards the restrooms, located downstairs and accessible via a staircase. There are three separate spacious restrooms, and you choose the first one. Inside, you immediately head to the sink, running your left hand under cold water. The sensation helps to calm you down.
Closing your eyes, you take deep breaths, reassuring yourself that itâs not a big deal, and that itâs exactly what it was always meant to beâprobably even for the best.
Then, as you try to find composure, a knock on the door interrupts your thoughts.
âOccupied!â you yell in response to the knock, and then you hear Joelâs deep voice saying, âItâs me.âÂ
Of course it is.
You sigh exasperatedly and shuffle to the door to let him in. Joel enters, swiftly locking the door behind him.
âThereâs two other restrooms, you know,â you murmur as you walk back to the sink and divert your attention to your reflection in the mirror, concentrating on fixing your hair.Â
âYeah, well, I specifically want the one with you in it,â he says with a little smirk, his eyes searching for yours in the mirror. As your gaze meets his, heâs taken aback by the lack of the usual sparkle that used to light up your eyes at the sight of him. The absence of that adoration heâs grown accustomed to leaves a void, and a tinge of concern creeps into his expression.
âHey,â he says tentatively, his voice softer than before. âAre you okay, darlinâ?â
You look at him, and the weariness in your eyes doesnât escape his attention. Thereâs a distant quality to your gaze, and it sends a pang of worry through him. The connection he once felt in your eyes seems to have dimmed, and he canât help but feel a sense of loss.
Itâs the same expression you had when he last saw you. He hates it.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you respond, putting on your fake smile again, but the lack of conviction in your voice doesnât go unnoticed.
Joelâs concern deepens as he steps closer, the teasing smirk replaced by genuine worry. âIâve been trying to reach you, but you havenât responded to any of my texts or calls.â He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat, his brow furrowed. âI was worried something happened, andâhe points at your injured handâmy feeling was right.â He tilts his head and studies your face. âWhat happened?â
You turn around and lean against the sink, holding your right arm with your left hand, your eyes revealing a complex mixture of emotions. âI told you already,â you say nonchalantly. âGetting drunk and trying to do elaborate yoga poses is a dumb idea if youâre as clumsy as me.â
Joel raises his eyebrows, not believing a word youâre saying. âThatâs not all, is it?â
âWhat do you mean?â you say, feigning ignorance.
âYou donât seem like yourself and IâmâŚworried about you.â Joelâs concern etches lines on his forehead as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, narrow slightly as he studies your seemingly cheerful facade.
âBut this is myself.â You point at your smiley face with your left hand and tilt your head. âYou donât like it?â
He shakes his head, a subtle sigh escaping him. âThatâs not what I said. I just feel like somethingâs off.â
âIs it because Iâm happy?â
âItâs because I donât believe youâre happy. I know you too well, baby.â
You scoff, a defensive edge creeping into your voice. âWhy is it so hard for you to believe that Iâm happy? Do you want me to be miserable?â
âNo, sweetheart. Thereâs nothing I want more than for you to be happy. But youâre lying to my face right now and I donât appreciate that.â
You turn your head to avoid his gaze, your silence speaking volumes, your hand tightly gripping the flesh of your arm as if to contain the emotional turmoil threatening to spill over.
Stop it.
âDarlinâ,â Joel says gently, closing the physical gap between you two, and reaching out to place his warm palms on your shoulders. âLook at me.â
A shiver runs down your spine and tiny goosebumps instantly form on your skin. Youâve missed his touch more than you care to admit â to yourself or to him. His touch is tender, a plea for connection, but you hesitate. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze, revealing the deep sadness you tried to conceal.
What happened to you? Whatever it was, it breaks his heart that he wasnât there to protect you.
âWhy didnât you call me?â he asks softly.
âNot everythingâs about you, Joel.â
âI know that. I justâŚwish you would let me know whatâs going on.â His touch becomes a subconscious reassurance as he absentmindedly rubs your arms, as if trying to make sure youâre really there in front of him.
âWhy do I owe you that? Why do I owe you every shitty detail of my life while I know virtually nothing about you?â you say a little sharper than intended.Â
Joel takes a deep breath. âYou donât owe me anything. I just thoughtââ he pauses, searching your eyes. âI miss seeing that spark in your eyes when you look at me,â he admits, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. âI never fully realized how much it meant to me until now.â
You take a moment to process his words and his touch as frustration bubbles up inside you. Your heart aches.
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âDoing what? Caring about you?â
âRuining the mood.â You shake your head, swallowing what you actually want to say, any traces of happiness erased from your face. âIf youâre trying to make me feel bad, itâs starting to work.â
âIâm not trying to make you feel bad. Iâm trying to understand whatâs happened since the last time I saw you.â He tilts his head and studies your face, genuine concern in his eyes.Â
All you can see, though, is disappointment. Heâs disappointed in you, you can sense it. And how could he not be? Youâre a liability, a mess. Looks like heâs finally seeing you for who you are, and thatâs why he replaced you.
âAnd nowâs the best time to do that?â you scoff, averting your gaze and looking around.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do when you donât respond to me for days on end and this is my only chance of talking to you?â
You look back into his eyes. âHow about leaving it alone?â
âI canât do that. Not when it comes to you,â he says, shaking his head and moving closer, his cologne filling your senses like a familiar embrace. His hands trace the contours of your neck, a gentle and deliberate touch that ignites a cascade of sensations. His thumbs brush your cheekbones with a tenderness that speaks of longing, his gaze dropping to your lips before finding your eyes again.
In that charged moment, the air between you thickens with unspoken desires before you both succumb to the magnetic pull drawing you together. Your heartbeat quickens, matching the rhythm of anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he closes the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. The familiar sensation of his lips on yours is both electric and comforting, and you allow yourself to get lost in it for a bit.
As he eases away, his fingers trail lightly down your neck and arms, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Thereâs a soft smile on his lips as he breaks the silence.Â
âI mean it when I say I care about you and want the best for you, darlinâ,â he murmurs. âAnd you donât have to tell me any details about what happened if youâre not ready yet, but I need to know what made you not want to call me. Weâve been there for each other in difficult situations before, so I just really donât get it.â
You raise a skeptical eyebrow, frustration and anger intertwining with the lingering memory of his lips on yours.
âWhy in the world would I ever call you while youâre on a date?â you say quietly, a steely edge in your voice, no trace of a smile to be found on your lips.
Oh. So it did bother you.Â
Joelâs expression shifts from concern to a momentary realization, the lines on his forehead deepening. âI would always drop everything to be there for you. No matter where I am or what Iâm doing.â
You laugh wryly. âJoel. Seriously. Are you really trying to tell me you were oh so worried about me while you were fucking someone else? And that youâre worried now even though sheâs currently upstairs, desperately waiting for you to take her home? Come on, donât insult my intelligence.â
He stares at you in utter disbelief and takes a step back, as if physically recoiling from the weight of your words. âThatâs not whatââ
âLook, Joel,â you push yourself off the sink, straighten up, and walk past him towards the door. âIt doesnât matter. You can fuck or date whoever you like. Jan seems nice and like a good match, so Iâm very happy for you.â
âSweetheart, Iâm not doing any of that. You misundersââ
You turn around sharply to look at him. âI misunderstood the woman whoâs had her hands all over you the whole evening?âÂ
âItâs not like that,â he insists, trying to get through to you. âSheâs drunk as hell and probably doesnât even realize what sheâs doing. And Iâm not interested anyway.â
âSure. Thatâs why sheâs here right now.â
âI had nothing to do with that. Tommy invited her without telling me,â he says, running his fingers through his hair as his stress is mounting. âDarlinâ, please. This isnât even about her; itâs about you and me. And maybe itâs time to stop pretending everythingâs okay when itâs clearly not.â
You turn your head, deliberately avoiding the intensity of his gaze as the weight of his words settles in. His plea sends palpable waves of discomfort through your already wounded emotions, causing your chest to tighten further. Why is he doing this? Is this fun for him?Â
âSo youâd rather keep pretending everythingâs fine?â he presses, his tone a mix of concern and urgency, the edges of his patience beginning to fray.Â
Okay, now youâve had it.
âOh, for fuckâs sake, Joel. What do you want from me?â you hiss at him, frustration dripping from your words.
Joel is momentarily taken aback, but his own agitation prevents him from fully grasping your distress. A deep sigh escapes him as he props one hand on his hip, rubbing his eyes wearily with the other.
âSince when does it matter what I want?â he murmurs.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Your face falls, and you feel like he just slapped you across the face. The sting of his words cuts deep, causing tears to well up in your eyes.
Joelâs eyes widen in shock when he sees the look on your face. âShit, no, I didnât mean it like that,â he stammers, realizing the impact of his words a moment too late. âIâm sorry, baby, Iââ his voice trembles with regret, desperate to undo the damage heâs done.
âIs that how you really feel? That I donât care about what you want?â you ask, your voice shaky.
âNo, I shouldnât have said that, Iâm soââ
âBut thatâs how you feel? Deep down?â
Why are you acting so surprised? Were you really naive enough to believe him when he said he was happy with you? God, youâre dumb.
âOh, sweetheartâŚâ he reaches out to wipe away the tears that are making their way down your cheeks, but you push his hand away.
âI came here for you, Joel,â you blurt out, your raised voice startling him. âAnd IâI spent the last three hours making conversation with everyone, including the woman youâre fucking, because I care about you and want you to be happy, even though my hand is killing me and Iâm so drained I have to force my eyes to stay open.â
You express yourself with animated hand gestures as you talk through your tears, your voice breaking.Â
âI had a horrible weekend and needed some time to recover, but I was so fucking happy to see you tonight because Iâve missed you and IâveâIâve never hidden how much I like spending time with you. Why is that not enough? What more do you want from me?â
Your big, watery eyes pierce Joelâs, and the fact that heâs the reason for your tears pierces his heart.
âDarlinâ, Iâm so sorry. It wasnât right what I said.â
He takes a step closer to you, the desperation in his eyes matching the pain in yours, intending to pull you into a comforting hug to calm youâand himselfâdown. However, you immediately take a step back, creating a physical distance between you two.
âDo you want me to cry âcause seeing you with another woman breaks my heart? Is that it?âÂ
Joel stares at you incredulously, your accusing tone making him wince. âNo, of course noââ
Your heart is racing, and you can feel the tightness in your chest growing with every second youâre looking into Joelâs eyes. Eyes thatâuntil nowâhave always made you feel so calm, so safe, soâŚloved. Your hands tremble slightly, and a lump forms in your throat, making it difficult to speak.
âDo you want me to make a scene in front of everyone âcause it physically pains me to think youâre touching her the same way you touch me?â
Joel opens his mouth to say something, a fleeting impulse to express himself and try to console you, but he catches himself, realizing that uttering those words might inflict more damage than repair right now.Â
âDo you want me to beg you not to leave me âcause I canât even imagine my life without you anymore? Is that what you want?â
âSweetheart...â He takes a step towards you, his eyes pleading, but you cut him off.
âNo, Iâm fucking sick of this,â your words spill out between sobs as tears stream down your face. âItâs always the same. Iâm good enough only as long as I act the way you want it, and the minute you get bored or realize Iâm not as perfect as you imagined, you replace me with someone better. Everyone always fucking leaves and Iâm so sick of it.â
âDarlinâ, I swear thatâs not whatâs happening,â Joel implores, his whole body so tense and hot heâs sweating through his shirt. âIâm not leaving and I really didnât mean to hurt you.âÂ
You sigh deeply, grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, blow your nose, and dry your tears.
âI knew this was gonna happen and I still let myself believe I could be enough for once,â you murmur more to yourself than him, your head pounding painfully.
Serves you right for having feelings.
Joel says your name gently, trying his best not to spook you. His words hang in the air like a lifeline, a desperate attempt to mend what is broken.
âYou are enough. Youâve always been enough. Iâm so sorry for making you feel otherwise.â
Your head is spinning, emotions tumultuous and unyielding. In dire need of fresh air and distance from Joel, you stagger towards the door. His voice follows you, pleading.
âSweetheart, I promise Iâm not going to leave you. And Iâm so incredibly sorry for upsetting you, I justââ he exhales deeply and clears his throat. âI wanted you to be honest with me about your feelings, but this wasnât the way to go about it. Iâm sorry.â
The door swings open, and you turn around, the forced smile from before back on your lips.Â
âWell, congratulations, Joel,â you say, your tone laced with a mix of bitterness and anguish. âYou got what you wanted. I hope youâre fucking happy.â
The door slams shut behind you, leaving Joel stunned, alone with the haunting echoes of shattered trust and unspoken pain, the distant thump of music mirroring the beating of his remorseful heart.
As you make your way back upstairs, the residual heat of the argument lingers on your skin. Taking a deep breath, you enter the lively space once more. Tommy, whoâs standing at the bar, notices you, concern etched across his face.
âHey, is everything okay, honey?â he asks, his voice soft with genuine worry.
You manage a tight smile. âYeah, Iâm okay. My handâs just hurting really bad now and the meds make me dizzy, so Iâll head home.â
He furrows his brow. âJoelâs my designated driver, but I can take a cab, so he can drive you home.â He looks around, searching the bar for his brother. âWhere is he anyway?â
âThereâs a huge line in front of the restrooms, heâs probably still waiting. And itâs okay, Tommy, really.â
You wrap your arms around his neck, seeking solace, and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He responds by pulling you into a warm and reassuring embrace, a gesture that speaks volumes without the need for words. Luckily, heâs drunk enough not to smell his brother on you.
âI missed you,â you murmur, your eyes closed.Â
Tommy strokes the back of your head and chuckles. âI missed you, too, sweetheart.â
He pulls away far enough to look into your eyes, giving you the brightest smile. âTell you what. You come over for dinner on Friday â no ifs, ands, or buts. Mariaâs been wanting to see you, and we just finished our patio, so itâs perfect.â
You pinch his cheek and shake your head at him. âItâs not fair that youâre this charming, you know? How could I ever say no?â
âDonât say no, then,â he says playfully, a hint of worry still in his eyes.
You sigh exaggeratedly. âOkay, okay, I wonât.â
âAttagirl. And youâre sure you donât want Joel to drive you?â
âYes, Iâm sure. I always find my way home somehow.â You plant a kiss on Tommyâs cheek, and he finally agrees to release you from his embrace after securing a pinky promise that you âa hundred percent wonât flake outâ.
You walk over to Kristen and Jan, who are still sitting at your table, engrossed in an animated conversation. Observing them for a moment, you find yourself captivated by Janâs effortless charisma. Sheâs a real sunshine â and unlike you, she doesnât have to fake it. Had you met her under different circumstances, you might have liked her.Â
Kristenâs eyes meet yours, and her brow furrows slightly, registering the expression on your face for a fleeting moment. Swiftly, you put on a polite smile and step closer, masking the momentary vulnerability with practiced ease.
âLadies,â you say, a touch of self-deprecating humor in your tone, âI know Iâm lame, but Iâm actually going home already. Just wanted to say goodbye.â
Jan answers first, surprising you with a warm smile. âOh, thatâs not lame at all! Youâre just smarter than us.â
You hold up your injured hand and deadpan, âYeah, Iâm a real genius, arenât I?â
Jan and Kristen giggle, and you join in, sharing a brief moment of camaraderie. Youâre so good at this. Almost believable.Â
As you look for your bag on the bench, contemplating the logistics of your departure, Kristen catches your eye and winks at you.
âIâll come with you,â she says, giving you a reassuring look. âOur boss is gonna have a fit if I fall asleep at my desk again, soâŚI guess this is what being a responsible adult is,â she sighs. She hands you your bag, downs the rest of her drink, and the two of you say goodbye to Jan, whoâs now getting up to search for the Miller brothers.
Kristen takes you by the hand, gently leading you outside. The cool breeze brushes against your face as the sun starts its descent, offering a much-needed breath of fresh air. Settling down down on the curb together, you find a comfortable spot, trying your best not to inadvertently flash someone as you adjust your dress.Â
âIâll call us an Uber,â Kristen says, her tone comforting. You appreciate the warmth of her presence as you wait for the ride, the fading sunlight casting a soft glow on both of you.
âDone.â She wraps her arm around you, providing a supportive shoulder for you to lean on. The two of you sit in silence, the ambient noise of traffic and distant chatter from the bar filling the air, serving as a backdrop to the racing thoughts in your mind. Eventually, Kristen succumbs to her curiosity.Â
âSoâŚâ she starts, her voice carefully navigating the sensitive terrain. âThatâs him?â
You chuckle faintly. âYup. Thatâs him.â
âHmm, I get it now. Heâs hot as fuck,â she says, happy that she can make you laugh. âDo you think heâd be up for a threesome?â
âOh, Iâm sure heâd be up for it. Iâm just not so sure about his heart being able to take it. Or his back. Or his knees.â
Kristen giggles and then looks at you for a moment, fascinated by this eveningâs revelations. âItâs so interesting, I had no idea you were into older guys.â
âI, uh, didnât know either before I met him.â
âI see,â she nods, a thoughtful expression on her face. Another minute of shared silence passes before she decides to just come out and ask you the one burning question on her mind.
âDo you love him?â
You donât need a second to think about your answer.
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Sex In The Pizzaplex
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chapter ii. - Sun and Moon â ď¸
CW: DIRTY TALK, SLIGHT DEGRADATION, JOI, OVERSTIMULATION, SEX TOYS, FINGERING
"now, you remember what I said about the daycare attendant?"
Vanessa asks, leading me into the Daycare center.
I was hired as an "after-hours attendant", which is honestly just the nicer version of saying i'm a janitor, but they started me off in the Daycare. Just as Vanessa guessed.
She was currently leading me to the Daycare, and was instructed to be my trainer. But mentioned she would just simply show me where things go and what to use when cleaning instead of being on my back with every move. She trusted i'd be just fine after a thing or two, so there is really no need for "training".
"I do remember, yeah, yeah" I say, rolling my eyes playfully.
She leads me over to these giant wood doors, and stops there.
"this is as far as i'm going, the attendant is your issue now" She says, crossing her arms.
I roll my eyes at her.
"thanks, I appreciate it" I say sarcastically, turning to her.
"is he really that bad?" I ask her, as she turns around and walks to the table behind us.
"yeah, he's odd. id rather not deal with him, it's annoying" She admits, grabbing a bin full of items.
"if you say so. wish me luck then" I say, fixing the strap of my bag on my shoulder and taking the bin from her as she motioned for me to have it.
"in here are all the cleaning supplies. I told you what needs to be cleaned and what to just leave. you'll be okay?" She asks, and I nod.
"okay, good. I'll be patrolling the Atrium and main entrance tonight, so i'm in the building. you know how to reach me if you need" She says, walking off with a smile and a wave.
I smile as I watch her walk off, sighing and turning to the tall doors.
I push them open with my foot and look around, everything so colorful.
To my left was a desk, so I headed over there to place down the bin, along with my bag.
Now, id like to mention, my "jokes" about getting freaky with these animatronics...not really jokes.
Yeah, no, I had something...a few things, in my bag. Just in case of anything. To come prepared.
I mean, it's not like I take those things out of my bag anyway.
But, whether this was robophilia, agalmatophilia, whatever you wanna call it, being attracted to fucking robots...
Working here was my opportunity to figure it out.
I stand up, and go to fix my work shirt, only to then feel something suddenly grab my hand.
I'm forcefully turned, now face to face with someone new as they grab my shoulders.
"hello! are you new?! what's your name?! my name is Sun, can you be my friend? oh, you're pretty!..."
I gasp, finally coming to my senses and getting a good look at this person.
animatronic.
The Daycare attendant.
He had a freakish looking smile, and his head was shaped like a sun. He was wearing an outfit almost similar to a jester, his red and yellow striped pants puffed out at the bottoms. Along his slender arms, he had bells dangling from his wrists, jingling as he held onto me. As odd as his design was, I did like it. But I understood immediately what Vanessa said by annoying.
He wasn't as cute as the other animatronics though, so maybe he could just help me with my chores and i'd be on my way. Probably won't be testing anything tonight.
Although, his mannerisms and slightly flirty compliments might've been...attractive.
"t-thank you...i'm y/n" I introduce, face slightly warm, and he removes his hands from my shoulders.
"oh! what a lovely name!" He compliments, clapping his hands together. I smile at him and walk over to the bin of supplies.
"oh, thank you" I thank him, grabbing a dry rag and an all-purpose cleaner from the bin Vanessa had given me.
"what brings you here after hours, friend?" He asks, skipping next to me, swaying his hips.
I stand up straight and show him my supplies.
"I work here. I just started" I say with a smile, going to walk around him to start cleaning, but he stands in front of me.
"oh, can I help! what do you have to do? let me!" He offers, laying his cold hand on mine, touching the rag I was holding. The physical touch sends a pulse through my body.
I smile, and pull away gently.
"I'll clean behind the desk first, actually, then maybe you can help with the play area. it's a mess" I say, shuffling over to the desk chairs.
"you think so? I try my best to clean up after the kids" He says, walking to the other side of the desk, leaning forward on his elbows and resting his chin on his hands.
"that's good, it leaves a little less work for me" I say with a chuckle, using the spray bottle for the cleaner along the desktop, wiping it down.
"speaking of kids..." He speaks, voice getting only a little lower in tone. But enough for me to halt my cleaning, and look up at him as he leans closer over the counter.
"how old are you? you're not a kid are you? I don't usually see many adults" He comments, and I stand up straight. He climbs on top of the desk, squating as he observed me, up and down. Even if he didn't have pupils to know where he was looking, I could still feel his stare somehow. Like there were a pair behind all of it.
"no, i'm not a kid" I admit to him carefully, as he continues to approach me. He hops over the desk, now on the same side as me. I back up, feeling my heel bump into something. My foot had knocked over my bag, but I was able to catch myself with my other foot before falling. Even so, my bag had toppled over, almost everything inside spilling out. Even it.
He notices this as well, and his head tilts in curiosity.
"what is this thing?" He asks, and my face pulses warmly. But I didn't say anything.
I just watched as he picked it up between his slender fingers, coming back over to me and holding it up.
"is this a toy? i've never seen one before, how do you use it?! it has lots of glitter!" He asks curiously, getting closer to me abruptly as my glittery toy was pushed in my face. Startling me slightly, I step back again into the wall, hearing something click behind me. I must've hit a switch, as the power in the area suddenly goes out.
"oh, damn it-"
"-no! no, no! the lights! they have to stay on! not now!" He startled me as he grunts, hunching forward and groaning in pain.
I watch, confused, even a little worried. I step forward for him to only step back further, bumping into the desk and dropping my toy.
"no, please! fix the lights, hurry!" He pleads, groaning again before toppling over behind one of the desk chairs.
I gasp, wanting to check on him, but frozen in my tracks as I was also still slightly frightened.
"Sun? are you...okay?" I ask, moving just a bit to try and carefully get a view.
But all I heard was silence, and then low growling.
My heart slammed against my chest as I heard this, starting to back up again.
This wasn't Sun anymore.
I watch the chair as it moves to the side, revealing a similar animatronic, but darker, his robotic wires and metal parts clicking as he eyed me from behind the chair.
I could only slightly make out how he looked, his pants now a blue color, scattered with yellow stars.
Definitely hotter.
I watched as he stood up from behind the chair, tilting his head to look at me as he slowed his stride approaching me.
Those red eyes...
As he got closer, I only now had noticed how tall he actually was, as he had to lean down to get in my face.
"you'll be a good girl for me, now, won't you?" He purrs, feeling my face grow hot.
Oh my god.
Everything inside me was internally screaming.
All of the above when it came to kinks was currently screaming.
My legs had almost turned to jelly as his slender fingers touched my neck.
"won't you?" He repeats darkly, and my breath hitches.
"y-yes" I respond quickly, my face burning.
He brought his hand down to my chest, pulling at the buttons on my work shirt. Removing one, then two, then another, enough to reveal my bra.
I swear if he had a tongue, he'd be licking his lips.
He let out a low growl as he moves back slightly, and stops, pointing at the desk chair.
"sit"
He demands, and stepping over to the chair slowly, I could now feel the warmth between my legs.
As I sit down, he bends to pick up my toy again, walking closer to me. He leans down, resting his hand on one of the chair arms to hover over me, his other holding it.
"I don't know how this toy works. why don't you show me?" He purrs, handing it to me.
I hesitate, then grab it shyly, hooking my finger around the band of my dress pants.
"now, now, I know all of us are mostly around children all the time..." He growls, leaning down again with his hands on either side of the chair, looming over me, watching me strip with his red eyes.
"but when we aren't..."
I slip my pants off one leg, and he brings a cold hand to my thigh, forcefully spreading my legs.
"well, we're just like you..."
I gasp as they twitch, and he brings his other hand to trace against my damp panties.
"so wet already...naughty, naughty girl" He hums, pushing harder against the fabric as my legs go to snap closed, fighting against his hand still holding them open.
He pulls his hand away, and stares at me.
"do it" He says, his raspy, growling voice leaking with desire.
I slide my hand down my hip, hooking my thumb around my panties and pulling it off one leg, exposing myself.
He leans against the desk, carefully watching me.
"put it in, slowly" He demands, and I whine, shamelessly feeling myself drip right before his eyes.
I bring the tip to my entrance, moving it up and down to lubricate slightly.
My mouth forms an "O" shape as I moan lightly. The tip enters gently, and my eyelids bat as I make eye contact with him.
"hm, what's the word?...whore?" He growls, questioning himself out loud, knowingly teasing me.
As he says that, I buck my hips, the toy pushing in fully.
I moan as I carefully pull it out, thrusting it in again just the way I liked.
"no, no, did I say to start?" He snarled, inching closer to me.
I stop and buck my hips, trying to tell him I needed to keep going.
"such a needy girl" He said, placing his cold robotic hand on my knee.
"go slow"
I pump my toy in and out, as slow as I could manage, my back arching against the chair.
"please..." I beg, sighing as I felt myself desirably clench around the toy.
"oh, so you want to beg now?" He teased, tilting his head as it clicked mechanically.
"such a desperate whore, now, aren't you?" He growled, bringing his hand down to mine and helping me push the toy in deeply.
My hips jerk forwards, and I whine for him to move.
"you wanted to beg, didn't you?" He teased, pushing harder as the toy brushed against my limit.
"beg"
I squirm under him as my walls closed tightly around the silicone.
"please, I want to keep going..." I whisper, sighing out a moan as my eyelids dropped.
"I want to cum, please, please let me" I continue to beg as he laughs desirably.
"filthy girl..."
He retracts his hand, placing it on my thigh instead.
"faster, now"
I moan loudly, pushing the toy in and out of me at a faster rate, my other hand grabbing at the chair behind me as my hips rolled.
"i'm close, please" I plead, and he growls.
"let me"
He grabs a hold of my hand, forcefully placing his other hand just above my head to tower over me.
The size of him just had my pussy throbbing against the toy as he encased me in the chair.
His mechanical hand paced at an unbelievable speed, my arm beginning to grow tired.
My chest heaved as he pulled it in and out so fast I could barely keep up, my moans turning into breathless whimpers.
"let me cum, please" I cry, my eyebrows knitting, pussy tightening around the toy.
"naughty girls must be punished" He barked, bringing his other hand to attack my clit, overstimulating me as I squirmed out a messy orgasm.
He pulled out the toy abruptly, my squirting finish dripping on the chair, his hand still circling my clit forcefully.
I sob as he watched me come undone, writhing uncomfortably in the seat. Growing severely sensitive, he still didn't seem to stop. No, instead he brought his other hand to my entrance after tossing the toy to the side. He easily has slipped two fingers inside me, curling them instantly as my hips bucked.
"fuck!-" I cry, and he tuts me.
"uh, uh, no naughty language in the Daycare..." He spits, hooking his fingers against my g-spot, his other hand still overstimulating my clit.
"i'm sorry, oh, god, but please-!" I beg, whining as he laughed, knowing he felt me clench around his robotic fingers.
"seeing you come undone is a dream" He admit.
Suddenly, even during all of this, the power comes back on loudly. It had startled me, and before me he had started to twitch, his hat falling behind his head, and Suns rays came through. His eyes glossed over back to white, and his outfit had faded back to its red and yellow. Once turning back, he noticed me and retracted his hand from between my legs, my mess all over his shiny fingers.
"oh, friend! i'm so sorry! did Moon hurt you?!" He cried, stepping back as he was flustered.
I throw my head back on the chair and sigh heavily out of relief, my legs twitching ever so slightly as I tried to rest them.
"oh, Sun, you're back..."
I now had to clean up more than I expected tonight.
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"Ugh! So Cliche!" Feat Lucifer and Mammon Word count - 1.5k Dev Notes: Every day I grapple with the fact I'm such a bad poster, oof. Anyways, here's Wonderwall
Lucifer, Enemies To Lovers
Really, you don't know why you're here, all things considered. It was Mammon who had the idea, and he dragged you along with it. You were an innocent bystander, really! So how come YOU have to clean up the hallway after Mammon spilled five gallons of paint down the hallway.
Scrubbing the floor, the light above you is blocked, and the eye roll you give could make history with the exasperation it has, and you look up, expecting your partner in crime to have another bright idea. Yet, when you look up, it is Lucifer, looking down at you with a slight glare. You have to bite your tongue at the want to groan.
âAre you almost finished?â He drones out, and you just look back at the floor, scrubbing at the neon yellow paint.
âWhat does it look like?âÂ
Thankfully, you were basically done, you were on the last spot, but youâd probably be done sooner, if the marvelous self-proclaimed âSmartest Demon Everâ didnât run off with his next scheme. Honestly, you just hope he hasnât got himself caught up in something you canât save him from. The thoughts of how Mammonâs going to get caught running that âluckyâ key chain thing was going to blow up, a thoughtful hum from the first born catches your attention.
âWhere is Mammon?â he asks, sounding upset
âI told him he could leave, the cleaner was hurting his handsâ that was a lie, it was making yours dry out more than his, but hey, you didnât want him to get in more trouble than he was in, so you might as well. Another thoughtful hum from Lucifer above you as you finish up on the last spot, dropping the scrubber into the dirty water bucket.Â
âGood workâ is all the first born says, and walks away, footsteps echoing down the hall. What a dick.
This time, it happened with the Anti-Lucifer League. You stand between Belphegor and Satan, looking at Lucifer as he drones on about how âGlitter bombs are prohibitedâ and that âglitter is already hard to get out, so I canât fathom why youâd rig my dresser drawersâ. Honestly, you're upset with the camera that was set to catch his reaction to it and the fact that it malfunctioned.Â
âAnd youâ Lucifer cuts through your mind, leveling his gaze at you. âYouâre tasked with cleaning and vacuuming out my dresser drawersâ You bite your tongue and donât roll your eyes, no matter how much you want to, and nod. After he sends you all away, you groan loudly, which makes Belphie snicker and Satan smile, before you set off on your tasks.Â
In the end, if someone said glitter was a torture device made in the Devildom, youâd believe it. This is the third time youâve had to clean Luciferâs dresser this week, pulling out the dresser and dumping out the clothes on his bed, and using a cloth to catch some of it. Youâre working hard, so when the door opens, it goes unnoticed. Itâs only when you feel the warmth of Luciferâs hand on your back that you realize heâs in the room.Â
âYes?â you ask, looking up at him in irritation.Â
âI need you to move,â he asks, and you scoot away from the bed. He rummages through the clothes on the bed, and gets a pair of socks, and slips them off. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, and it makes you surprised. Lucifer wears sock garters. Oh my god, thatâsâŚhonestly kind of hot. You cast your eyes down, cleaning the drawer with more vigor, focusing hard on it to ignore the beating of your heart in your chest. For the second time, Lucifer startles you, this time with two quick pats on one shoulder and his head by your ear
âGood workâ he says, voice deep and rumbling, before walking off
Oh. Fuck.
Mammon, Fake Dating
When you woke up this morning, it was the loud rapping against your bedroom door, which was swung open and revealed to be Mammon. Who came chattering about a âcoupleâs discountâ at some where they were selling something he really wanted. You donât remember much, other than him yanking you out of bed and grabbing some clothes out of your closet and throwing them at you and leaving. It all happened extremely fast, and you were dressed and being pulled out the door, with him rattling out things about how to be a good partner.Â
âAlso, you should probably pick a pet name, Iâm letting you choose between babe, darling, and love of my lifeâ he says, that cocky grin on his face as he pulls you in closer, throwing his arm over your shoulders.Â
âIâll pass,â you reply, yawning slightly as you walk with him. Really, itâs not much different between your average walks, Mammon always has been kinda touchy, so itâs pretty natural, so once you reach theâŚyou think itâs a fancy jewelry store? It was pretty natural. You walk in, and yeah, there are a lot of couples.
âWhat are you getting again?âÂ
At your simple question, Mammon groans loudly. âThere is this new matching set of watches, and I really want one, and it was said that if you come with a partner youâd get a discount.Â
âCool, does that mean Iâll get one too?â you ask, elbowing him in the ribs
âUghh, I GUESS you can have the other oneâ he says, though there is a slight smile on his face. As you walk towards the counter, the worker at the bar steps up, and Mammon easily greets them, talking with ease. You look down to the sparkly gems inlaid in metal decors, eyeing them. âIâll get you that right away!â the worker says, as they walk off.Â
âThis one is really prettyâ you say, pointing to a necklace in front of you two. It sparkles behind the glass, enticing people to look at it.Â
âYou want it?â Mammon asks, and your head whips up to look at him, gaping. His head turns immediately as yours does, hiding his face from you. âAreâŚare you sure?â you ask, voice quiet.
âYeah, I just got paid and itâs pretty cheap '' Well, that you know is a lie, you can see the price tag right in front of you, but it was sweet to say anyway.Â
âNah, itâs fine, I donât really wear jewelry a whole lotâ you say. Soon enough, the sales attendant returns, and Mammon buys the watches and for show he puts it on your wrist. You gasp, awwing at it as he slips his on. He pays with ease, and the two of you walk out.Â
Which, you think, leads to the problem youâre facing right now. âMammon! I canât believe you didnât read about this!â you say, trying to pry the watch off your wrist as you glare at him.
âHow was I supposed to know they were enchanted!â He groans, his own hands trying to yank it off your wrist also. The two of you fight at it, but give up before searching on the internet.
âIt says youâre supposed to admit something importantâ you say, huffing as you look at the details on the website. You sigh, turning off your D.D.D. âApparently, they were made in some form of coupleâs therapyâ
âHow lameâ Mammon replies, picking at the food in his bowl. âWell, what do you have to say?â he says, taking a bite of his noodles.
âIt was me who broke your model car and blamed it on Leviâ you say, smiling sheepishly as he looks at you in horror.Â
âI canât believe you!â he says, placing his hand on his chest
âI panicked!â you reply, laughing awkwardly, trying to take the watch off. You frown, the watch not budging.
âDidnât workâÂ
âDamnâ he replies, frowning.
âI was the one who sold your ring Asmo bought youâ
âI thought I lost that!â you say, upset
âI scratched your car on purpose when I was mad at you for blaming that candle incident on meâ you say, rubbing your arm slightly
âI used you as an alibi because I was out gambling last nightâ Mammon replies, scratching his head
âI ate your last slice of cake and liedâÂ
âI told you that top you bought recently looked good on you and it kinda didnât but you liked it so much I felt bad saying soâ
âI gave away that set of hair clips you got me to Asmoâ
âI have liked you romantically for a while, but telling you scared me" Mammon says, hiding his face in his hands. You gape, and feel the watch slide off your wrist, and you feel floaty, looking at him.
âYou do?â you reach across the table pulling his hands away from his face.
âYeahâ he replies, face red and eyes frightened
âIâve liked you for a while tooâ you reply, pulling his hands towards you and kissing the knuckles.
Mammon blinks, a slow smile spreading across.
âOf course! Who wouldnât love the Great Mammon!â he prattles on, and all you can do is laugh.
#obey me x reader#obswd x reader#lucifer x reader#mammon x reader#obey me x you#obswd x you#lucifer x you#mammon x you
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MY FRIEND FRANK
not my gif !
frank iero x gn!reader
summary : everyone sees him a different way. but to you, he's just frank.
warnings: short and sweet, language, unedited writing.
note: wrote this on the way home from wwwyf ! happy october :)
itâs easy to get tunnel vision when youâre on the road all the time. it feels like you have to be âonâ every waking moment. itâs exhausting.
if it wasnât for frank youâd have left a million times over. he made it easy to take a step back from touring and looking at the little things. he reminded you what day it was when you lost track of the weeks spinning by. he was sweet and he was good and he was everything you wanted in a best friend and more.
heâd make you laugh until you were dizzy, and push you to your limit, and heâd even go easy on you when you played guitar hero. to most people he was frank iero, the guitarist from my chemical romance. to you, heâs just frank.
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
âhey frank, iâm fixing socks if you need anything done.â laundry was done once a weekâŚif you were so lucky. coin laundries and dry cleaners and rest stop showers, and the smell of soap all reminded you of frankâŚbecause of course it did. who else would it be that you thought of? âthey better be fucking clean. âm not gonna touch your dirty socks again dude.â
trading off on chores was routine on tours like this. you would mend the guysâ clothes, frank would do laundry, gerard would grab food and so on and so on and so on forever. it was natural, and it was easy, and it was right. especially with frank.
the two of you would settle on the couch on the bus, sewing kit in one lap and song book in another. heâd tell you a story you were pretty sure had never happened, and you would hem his shirts or sew on another patch somewhere.Â
that was just how things workedâthe two of you finding your own rhythm just like you did on stage. youâd tap your foot along to the sound of pen on paper, and heâd hum along to the sound of your breathing.
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
you could think of more than one situation where youâd been alone with frank. heâd taken you by the hand and helped you navigate through backstage sets. youâve stood outside takeout spots, freezing to death with your hands in jacket pockets just so he could have some company.Â
but it had never felt like this.Â
frankâyour frankâhad always had this grounding aura about him, some sort of constant through out it all. but now, sitting beside you, he seemed just nervous, something different hiding in his eyes alongside the flush in his cheeks and the adrenaline glimmer.Â
you try to convince yourself that maybe itâs because itâs late. the two of you are the only ones left awake in the bus, sitting together on the couch after all. maybe itâs the way his thigh is pressed against yours because you're seated shoulder to shoulder, or the way that neither of you have said a word since you climbed out of the cold.
 maybe itâs this or maybe itâs thatâŚyou donât know.
âcan i tell you something?â his voice is soft and his eyes carry a fondness that scares you. you canât help but nod anyway. âyou have to promise you wonât get mad though.â
âokay. i swear.â his nerves are contagious, and your mind races with all the things he could possibly say. what could be so big it makes frank nervous?
âi love you. like a lot. like iâve been in love with you since before this tour started and it makes me feel like iâm on fire. it keeps me up at night, and itâs driving me crazy that you donât knowâŚyâknow? and i justâŚi just had to tell you. i had to tell you that everything i do is for you, and it always has been and it always will be.â
and oh.Â
youâre whispering because you donât want to wake the othersânot now, not with this moment unraveling so perfectly between you. but it suddenly all starts to fall into place, and youâre spewing an equally heartfeltâand quite honestly sappyâconfession back at him. because itâs frank and youâd be stupid to say you didnât love him too. Â
it makes you dizzy when he asks to kiss you, and you feel like a teenager all over again when he finally does. because itâs silly that youâve waited this long to recognize the way that you felt, when itâs all been right there.
he kisses you like nothing else mattersâŚbecause nothing really does. itâs just you and frankâwhoâs gone from being your friend to something more.Â
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
the thing about frank is that he makes everything so easy. he makes loving him so easy. maybe down the road you would realize that you had something better to do then darning socks. but for now you didnât mind.
#frank iero x reader#frank iero#reader insert#x reader#my chemical romance#my chem#mcr#mcr fanfiction#fanfic#deadsetromance
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How to cleanse your house for manifestation, and "clear your door ways" of negative shit
Clean your front door. I am not joking, clean the fucking door. Especially if you have VISIBLE grime on it, clean it physically. Take your multi-surface cleaner, spray it to fuck, then wipe it down with paper towels until everything is gone. And then, take a prepared wash (spiritual wash of whatever sort you feel necessary, could even be a multi-action bath for cleansing and protection as well as prosperity if you do it right) and re-wash the door with this mix. If you don't have visible grime on your door, you can skip the multi-surface cleaner and go straight to the spiritual wash
Once a month at least, especially for warding work or for road opening work (would not try to make it for both, if you do road opening have a separate ward set up at the door)
Easy Warding recipe
-baking soda
-bay leaves
-peppermint
-basil
-ashes of psalm 23 (or another if you have a preference, or a petition written for the protection of the home)
Wash the door, then throw the remaining liquid at the door and let it air dry
Easy Prosperity recipe
-cinnamon
-clove
-nutmeg
-ginger
-bay leaf
-holy water (optional, but adds an extra kick)
-coins (will be strained out and given as offerings at a crossroads after the wash is made)
-petition for prosperity and abundance burned (also psalm 23, and Mathew: 7:7-8)
Wash the door while petitioning for prosperity, for money to always be flowing in, and for blessings in general to always be flowing in. After entire door is washed, throw remaining liquid on door and allow to air dry. Take the coins and go to the nearest crossroads and drop them on the corner (if you live in an apartment complex, the entrance to the complex is the best place. Not the nearest gate, the ENTRANCE. My nearest gate is exit only, and you want abundance flowing IN)
Anyway, hmu if you want a reading, or if you'd like a specific work done! Info is in the pinned post on my page, lmk if you're interested!
#witchblr#witchcraft#spirit work#prosperity spell#wards#protection spell#cleansing#divination#spellwork#tarot
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since mum's informal ADHD diagnosis we've been talking a lot about all the different ways ADHD manifests, which has led to a fair few moments of "hm. we both do that don't we". and i truly do not know at this point if I'm auDHD or if this is just the overlap between autism and adhd that happens bc we share the executive dysfunction. so I mostly don't think about it, until I have days like yesterday, which went like this:
ugh my dog's head harness stinks i'm gonna soak it. well while that's soaking i'll go read some of the next textbook chapter. wait now i'm in my room i remember it smells bad in here. guess it's time for a deep clean. might also be a good idea to re-caulk around the windowsill, because now that I'm working in my room for the winter im sitting in front of the windowsill and seeing where the seal is all cracked and peeling everyday. and then I was like oh I need to move my bed. oh it's dusty down there. ok let's get out the big vacuum cleaner. wait hang on I was in the middle of polishing the dresser. actually while I'm here may as well empty the drawers and clean inside too (hey look found an odd sock I thought I'd lost better put that away). anyway back to the window. ugh i forgot to cut the seal and the tube gotta do back downstairs for the strong scissors. *walks past the cupboard with the candles in* oohhh maybe if i fill the top of the wax melter with lemon juice it'll be nice. gotta go back to chop a lemon. fuck me the fridge is a mess let's sort that out. right now i need to wash up . which I can't do because i forgot about the dog's harness in soak. so now i need to find somewhere to hang it to dry. ok back to the bedroomâ
The only reason I didn't also dig out the paint cans and filler to fix the ugly holes in my wall is because when I started downstairs to get the supplies, I smacked straight into the doorframe and realised I was really really fucking tired. this is the kind of thing that happens to me if I don't carefully plan my days.
so yeah. adhd too or simply the result of no executive function to help me regulate the Doing of the Tasks ? who knows
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i'm not very good at this sort of thing
matty and the missus' wedding. a little smut, a lot of sweetness. i hope you enjoy. i am feeling very soft thinking about this era of their relationship. i would love to write more lovey dovey stuff like this. love these two forever and ever. thanks for supporting me and them and the blog. you're all a bunch of legends. love you forever and then some. warnings: some smut in the beginning so if you're a minor don't read ok thank you also lots of sweet stuff if you're looking for angst it's not here
Mattyâs curls hang low in your face as his hips thrust against yours, rocking back and forth as your legs tighten around his waist, your hands cupping his cheeks as your lips sloppily meet in the middle amidst your moans and grunts. His cock is buried deep inside of you, and you can feel yourself nearing the edge of release, the pleasure building in your abdomen and your fingertips gripping the sheets beneath you. His words are murmured against your skin, rushes of âI love you,â âGod, you feel so good,â and many moments of âfuckâ grunted in your ear. His words alone could bring you there, but the feeling of him pushing into you, his thighs tense between yours, is enough to push you over the edge.
His orgasm washes over him as you tense and squeeze around him, your body growing lax beneath him as he kisses over your thighs and your stomach and up your chest, nuzzling in your neck and pressing tiny kisses into your skin. Circling your arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to you, you can see your engagement ring shining with the sunlight piercing through the window. Matty had just gotten it cleaned for the first time, and it looks brand new, youâd say, almost too pretty to wear. Almost being the key word there, because you havenât taken it off since he slid it on your finger. Matty lifts his head when you sigh, his lips pulled into a half smile that you adore so openly.
âAre your legs shaking?â
âMaybe,â you huff, slowly releasing your legs from around his waist and stretching them out against the crisp white sheets. Matty lifts his body from yours, with a laugh, slowly pulling out of you and lying beside you, stretching himself out before sitting upright and reaching for his phone on the bedside table. âHave you picked up our clothes from the dry cleaners?â
âI have to do that in an hour or so. Do you know what time everyone is coming over?â
âAround two,â you say, rolling onto your side and laying your head on his chest, closing your eyes to the sound of his heartbeat thrumming under your ears. âCan we go look at wedding bands, today?â
âWill we have time?â
âItâs only,â you say, pausing to look at the time on his screen, âhalf eight. I think if weâre out the door by ten we can grab our dry cleaning and look at wedding bands and be back and ready for the party by two.â
âAlright, darling, whatever you like,â Matty hums, kissing your forehead and setting his phone beside him, soaking in the last minutes of quiet before a busy day. âItâs supposed to be beautiful out, today. It would be a lovely day to get married.â Mattyâs eyes meet yours for a moment. âI was kidding, love.â
âAre you?â
âI mean, yeah,â he says, patting your backside and nudging you away from him â the longer youâre on him the longer heâll prolong staying in bed â swinging his legs over the side of the bed and reaching for a clean pair of boxers in the bedside table drawer. âI havenât got anything ready for you. I havenât planned the honeymoon or my vows or even what I want to wear. And God, Iâll be a mess when you walk down the aisle, I havenât prepared myself for that.â
âI suppose youâre right,â you hum, admiring him as he slowly pulls trousers up his legs and settles the waistband just right on his hips. âI wouldnât mind it, though.â
âWouldnât mind what, darling?â
âJust winging it.â Thereâs a sentiment in the air that you canât quite put your finger on, an emotion youâve never touched bubbling at the surface. More than love, more than genuine care, itâs almost a feeling of nostalgia, to be at time in your life where surprising your friends and family with a celebration of your love for one another would be reminiscent of the past, an ode to the times where you snuck around and hid in closets and bedrooms. Something new, untouched in your emotional toolkit. âI donât think itâd throw our friends off that much. Our families wouldnât mind as long as theyâre there. Itâd save us all a hassle, to be honest.â
âI can see the wheels turning in your head, YN.â Matty pulls a shirt over his head and lays his hands flat on the mattress, leaning over to press his lips to yours. âWeâre not getting married, today, my dear.â
âBut, what if we did?â
Matty puffs out a breath and kisses your temple, his lips lingering on your skin for more than a moment before conceding, âThen I guess weâre going to buy wedding bands, arenât we?â
âI promise we can do the whole big reception and party and booze and hundreds of guests and friends and family another time, Matty,â you reason, grabbing his cheeks and holding his face flush to yours, your noses pressed against each other at the bridge. âBut this, this I want to be just us and our immediate family. You and me. The guys. Our parents. Our siblings. Twenty people max. All in our backyard. Weâll get everyone here and tell them itâs the engagement party but when we go to make a toast, weâll tell everyone to get in their cars and get on their way to the courthouse. And then weâll come back here and celebrate. Itâll be just like we pictured it.â
âJust how you pictured it, darling.â Matty takes note of your softened and defeated expression. âDarling, will this make you happy?â
âI donât want something big. I just want you and me.â
âIâm pretty sure I have to be there either way, my love.â
âMatty.â
âLook,â Matty says softly, adjusting his body to sit on the edge of the mattress, his face still held between your palms, his nose brushed against yours, âif this is how you picture our wedding day, then Iâm in. Itâs our day, sure, but you waited long enough for me to get my shit together, the least I can do is make sure itâs the day of your dreams.â
You lean forward, pressing your lips to his sweetly, a smile breaking apart where your mouths meet. âI love you massively, deep in the depths of my bones.â
âI donât even think thatâs possible.â
âItâs possible.â
âAlright, Madam Poetry, we have rings to buy and flowers to find all in the span of,â Matty checks his phone, âfour hours.â
Kissing Matty once more for good measure, you push off the mattress, rattling about in your wardrobe to find your clothing. Matty assures you that you donât have to rush, just put a little pep in your step, and that you donât want to forget anything. You ask him to grab all the things for a marriage certificate (youâve been researching in your free time) and you stand in front of the mirror, sure and ready with your decision. You have everything you need, in and including a note on your phone that youâve been drafting over and over since the day after you got engaged.
âAre you ready, darling?â
âI am,â you say surely, tucking your things in your purse and grabbing his hand, following his lead out the door. Heâs chattering about what garnish of metal heâs thinking about for his ring, and you can see the excitement beginning to fill his features, and you wonder if itâs always been there, the anticipation of marrying you, and you just never noticed. All the words youâve been thinking of for the last twenty minutes sit resting on the tip of your tongue, and you donât want to ruin the excitement, yet you know you need to ask. Mattyâs question of what youâre thinking about draws you from your daydream and you blurt out, âHave you written your vows yet?â
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Outside couldnât have been better â a sunny afternoon with clear skies and warm temperament basking over everyone in the garden, two tables filled with family and the closest friends to you, glasses of champagne gathered around the place settings that will be filled with catered food later in the evening. Matty miraculously (although not surprisingly) pulled through on the surprise by only telling Jamie what was happening today (as he would be in attendance, of course) and the extra knowing hands allowed for you two to solely focus on buying the rings and the flowers and getting Mattyâs suit dry cleaned and your dress properly steamed for the afternoon â a white, silk number that fit perfectly to your body. Matty nearly burst at the seams when George rang him to ask what he should bring to the party, and you kept a close eye on him to ensure the secret would remain just that â a secret.
Matty pulls you into his side, kissing your temple sweetly. âIs it time?â he whispers, waiting for you to meet his gaze and nod at him subtly, your peripheral vision catching the eyes of George and Ross in the corner. Carly stands close by, handing a glass of champagne to Adam (if Matty got to tell an important person, you got to tell an important person), and you smile, grabbing your own and holding it up for everyone to see.
âMatty and I wanted to thank you all for coming to our engagement party, today. All of us are only in town for a little while and we know you all have things to be doing, but it felt like the perfect time to celebrate the engagement and everything that it means from here on out,â you say, your eyes welling with tears at the thought of what comes next. Itâs what youâve been waiting for all these years, all the waiting and yearning for him behind closed doors, itâs coming to a close, and to a new beginning all at once. âIâm sure all of you were waiting for our engagement as much as I was,â you say, laughing with your friends and family as a surrounding sea of head nods and laughter fills your garden. âI just wanted to say a thank you, from Matty and myself, to all of you, for always loving and supporting us and seeing our relationship through just as much as we did. Your love and support have meant everything to us.â Mattyâs hand squeezes yours.
âThatâs actually why we told you all to dress up a bit more formally, today,â Matty begins, waving his champagne glass towards the friends and family all dressed in trousers and skirts. ââCause itâs not just an engagement party, you know, why would we ever do anything so lackluster?â Matty smirks at his mother, who seemingly has already caught on, and is whispering in your motherâs ear as Matty gathers the courage to say what he really means. âWhat I really mean to say is, well, weâre getting married. Today, I mean. Cars are on their way to take us to the courthouse, and weâve already done all the paperwork and things. Youâll all be a witness. A true family affair.â
âI know the whole wedding planning is the usual thing to do but, to be fair, itâs really not my speed and Iâd much rather celebrate with just you lot. This is what we want to do,â you say, looking to Matty, who has a smile plastered from ear to ear. âAll we want from you all is lots of pictures and videos. Thatâs all we ask. We have plenty of food and drinks and wine and dancing waiting for us for when we get back.â
âThatâs it, then? Weâre doing this thing?â George chimes in from against the wall, a grin spreading across his lips as he walks towards his best friend. âAre you going to play it?â
âPlay what?â you say, turning your head towards George and Matty and pressing your lips together in a tight line, trying to read the facial expressions between the two of them. Matty nods and George claps him on the shoulder, kissing his cheek and hurrying inside to grab what you can assume to be an instrument. Matty kisses your cheek and pulls a chair out for you, grabbing the chair beside you and sitting in it himself. âMatty, what are you playing?â
Matty takes a sip of the champagne and takes the guitar from George, settling the strings in the right places and allowing Carly and George to gather everyone around where youâre sitting, everyone seeming to know exactly whatâs happening besides you. âYou are the last person to know about this,â Matty says, strumming the strings lightly, âmainly because I have been trying to find the words to write normal vows to you since the night we got engaged. I'm not very good at this sort of thing, as you know. I just couldnât make anything sound right and I knew nothing would be comparable to what youâve written, so I figured Iâd do what I knew best, and George and I got in the studio, and we wrote. Well, I wrote. I wrote about you and what it means to be loved by you. And I wrote about how I think I can get better whenever Iâm with you, because you make things better, darling. You make everything better.â Matty wipes the corner of his eye. âSo, while I didnât write a three-paragraph barrage of my love for you, I did write a three-minute song of it. I would like to play that for you, now, because I do think it would be very weird to pull out a guitar in the middle of a courthouse.â Matty laughs with you, and you can hear the surrounding laughter behind you. âCan I play my vows for you, sweetheart?â
And the only thing you can do is nod quietly, swallowing back tears as his fingers splay out over the strings.
âOur first kiss was Christmas in the Walmart toy department // She said, "I should take you with me when I leave" // When we were searchin' New York for a fancy, new apartment // She said, "Central Park is Sea World for trees.â Mattyâs voice is soft, and the only thing you can hear besides his voice is the quiet chirping of birds far off in the distance, and you wish you could take a picture of the moment, of you and Matty and the loved ones around you, but you swear youâll keep it all in your memory. âYou ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater // It's somethin' 'bout the weather that makes them lie down // The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together. I like socks with sandals, she's more into scented candles // Oh, I'll never get that smell out of my bag // And it was poorly handled, the day we both got canceled // Because I'm a racist and you're some kind of slag.â Matty laughs breathily and you can feel yourself laughing under the tears in your eyes. âYou ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater // It's somethin' 'bout the weather that makes them lie down // The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together, oh, together.â Matty takes a breath, â"I'm better at writing" was just a way to get you biting, oh // The truth is that our egos are absurd // I thought we were fighting but it seems I was gaslighting you // I didn't know that it had its own word // You still ask about the cows, wearin' my sweater // Said it's something 'bout the weather that makes them lie down // The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together.â
Matty sets the guitar in Georgeâs hands and grabs your hands, pulling you into his lap. He gently wipes the tears from your eyes and says, âI know for a fact that I get better when Iâm with you, and I want to spend every day for the rest of my life, and into the next one, getting better with you, darling. You are the better half of me. I canât wait to make you my wife.â
Matty sighs when you grab his cheeks and kiss him, falling into your touch and blissfully ignoring the coos from your family around you, your friends hollering and whistling for you. Adam calls that the cars are here, and Carly begins ushering everyone outside for you. You take one more moment with Matty alone, soaking in what it feels like now, to be moments away from your wedding, from being his wife. You circle your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly, and whisper into his ear, âIâve been getting better since the day I met you.â
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Matty is holding your hands tightly as you stand in front of the officiant at the courthouse, all your friends and family adoringly taking videos and photographs, your excitement bubbling over in your grin and wide eyes, a mirrored expression on Mattyâs face. His hands are shaking in yours, and you squeeze him tightly to reassure him that youâre there, that youâre never going anywhere. On your left, the officiant is saying many things about love and quoting great philosophers and therapists and people youâve never heard of, all things you wish you could say you wanted to remember, but all you want to remember is this feeling, the feeling of Mattyâs hands in yours and the smile on his face and the way his curls are falling in his eyes and the way your heart feels like itâs sitting permanently in your throat with nerves.
âItâs time for your vows, YN. Have you prepared your own, too?â
âI have mine, yes,â you say, looking at Carly nervously and smiling when she hands you your phone, your fingers fiddling with the screen to find the note that youâve labelled honey for as long as you can remember. âAlain de Botton said, âPerhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.â I have been loved my whole life, and I have loved my whole life, but until I was thirteen, I had never been loved by you. Itâs a special thing, to meet the person youâre meant to share your life with at such a young age, because I have had the privilege of sharing my life with you for more than half of it. I do believe that I was merely existing before I met you, because meeting you had meant that I met my people. My best friends. My confidants. My family. My village. Because I met you, I found people that understood what I was saying, even when I didnât exactly know what I was saying myself. Because I met you, I realized what it meant to really feel alive. I know that being alive feels like staying up until four in the morning talking and dancing and singing together after being awake for twenty hours. I know that being alive means crying together when things go wrong. I know that being alive means laughing at our mistakes and loving each other in spite of them. And I know that being alive means I get to love you unconditionally and without limit. Yes, perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone to see us existing. And if itâs you that sees me exist, I will be happy forever.â
Matty looks at the officiant and looks at you, smiling brightly. âThis is why I went first.â George laughs and Ross shakes his head. Carly reaches over and hands you a tissue, always prepared and already ready. Matty looks to the officiant, again, and says, âI need her to be my wife, now. Quickly, if possible.â
Matty smiles when you laugh, and you can see that the sound of it alone makes his eyes light up with joy. Minutes go by and words are shared between you and the officiant and Matty, I do and Yes, I will and a Thank God before Mattyâs mouth is on yours, kissing you deeply, his hands holding your cheeks as your body presses against his. He kisses you for what feels like forever, and youâre lost in it, in the feeling of him and his mouth and what it means.
Youâre married. You and Matty are married.
âWeâre married,â you whisper, pulling away to catch your breath.
âWe are. Youâre my missus, darling. Now and forever, youâre all mine. And, might I add, youâre absolutely dashing in all white.â Matty tucks his thumb under your chin, âWhatâs going in that brain of yours? Are you happy?â
âIâm so happy, I donât know what to do with all of it,â you whisper, the tears overflowing in your eyes and creasing in the corners. âI love you forever.â
âAnd Iâll love you longer.â
#matty healy#matty healy fic#matty healy smut#love it if we made it series#matty and the missus#the 1975#the 1975 fic#the 1975 fanfic
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wait omg can u tell me more about how the fuckable plushie and where you bought it please please please
of course! under the cut I'll include photos and explain some things about it I like about it + where to get it :) I have so many thoughts! this will be a very long post!
link (whenever I bought it the listing was ~$330, but unfortunately the price has gone up since then...although, because it's aliexpress, this product can likely be found elsewhere with the information provided in the listing.)
because I'm from the US and the toy is from overseas, it took about a month to get here if my memory is serving me correctly.
there are three appearance options on the site, a polar bear, a red panda, and the puppy in the picture here. as I can tell, there are no internal differences. the puppy's body is notably a little bit longer and is said to be heavier than the other two on the site.
the texture of the plush is fairly similar to a squishmallow (free đľđ¸ btw), but due to the machinery inside it's EXTREMELY heavy. i have to use both hands to carry it around or move it. it's kind of an awkward shape to cuddle with in a nonsexual way, but it can be done.
the dots on the pink panel are the spots for the magnetic charger (make sure not to get that part too wet bc it will rust and not work. the "toy" part of it is much lower though, so no worries). it comes with a small remote I can't read bc it's in chinese but it's easy to figure out.
obviously there's the pause and power buttons, but the ring is where you get thrusting and vibration. top/bottom increase and decrease thrusting, and right/left control vibration. you cannot turn on vibration without turning on thrusting. no idea what the middle button is meant to do. my package included condoms you can use on it, but I prefer to just clean the toy after use.
the toy only pops out when it has battery life. when it's turned off, it retracts. it comes with a cap you can screw on when it goes down, but I found that it wouldn't fit back on so I just clean it a lot. something that confused me at first is realizing that the dick is oriented upside down? but it doesn't really matter. it's about five and a half inches long with an average circumference.
it has a few hours of continuous battery life and has given me many internal orgasms (without clitoral stimulus) when that wasn't something I was able to achieve before this toy.
I've tried a few different potions and this is how I rate them:
1) doggystyle/from the back: 5/10. i have to do an odd posture to make it go inside, but I can't cum from this because the position is so awkward. it can't go as deep as I'd like it to because my ass is too big. it works if I'm desperate for back shots, I guess
2) spooning or from the side: 6/10, similar complaints as the last, but it works slightly better. face to face from the side is a little easier because my butt isn't in the way, but it's a slightly awkward position.
3) riding: 4/10. the plush doesn't lay flat enough for it not to be awkward. it's too firm and round to lay on its back with a humans body weight on top and be comfortable.
4) missionary: 11/10. this is literally the only way you can use this thing without constantly having to adjust. It lays on your stomach and is soft and warm. it makes me cum a lot. it's attractive to look down and see it thrusting in and out of you. sometimes i'll get high and prop my phone against its nose and watch porn while it fucks me, which is absolute sensory heaven. it's so good that I don't even care that other positions don't really work for me.
i should say that im 5'6" and since this toy is likely chinese i feel like it was designed for people a little bit shorter than me because idk what to do with my legs sometimes while using it haha
my fluids don't really end up getting on the fur or anything, but to clean up the toy part I usually just take a damp paper towel and wipe it down before spraying some toy cleaner on it, letting that dry, then wiping it down again.
if you have more questions, let me know!
#objectum#plushum#plushophilia#plushophile nsft#lycangroping#just trying to use tags ppl would find relevant haha
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Hi everyone, I'm alive! Have some Torley Era Jaime content.
This kind goes along with a (much happier) future piece I'm hoping to finish writing and post soon, so stay tuned for some better vibes. For now:
WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, hunger, the sadness of stray cats (no animals were harmed in the making), brief suicidal ideations, gun mention, implied noncon
Restless. That is how Jaime thinks of the long weekdays in the Torley house, when the boys are at school and his Keeper is at work, and Jaime is left on his own until they return home to demand his attention.Â
It is not that he is without work; Mr. Torley holds high expectations for his home, and Jaime strives to meet them all, even if it means double, triple, cleaning over a room heâs already scrubbed bare or taking all of the glassware out of the cabinets just to polish and arrange them again. But there are days when he finds himself with idle hands, in the time between completing his chores and his keeperâs return. Thatâs when anxiety creeps in. He knows itâs a conditioned thought, but itâs in him too deep to ignore. He canât rest, canât be useless, canât be found being lazy when Mr. Torley comes home.Â
It gets lonely, though, these pockets of restlessness. He is so fucking. lonely.
Sometimes he wishes that he had permission to go out on errandsâcollecting groceries, making returns, dropping off suits at the dry cleanerâjust so that he can have a reason to talk to another person. He was trained to believe that many domestic contracts allow for that kind of thing, but Mr. Torley has made it clear that Jaimeâs place is in the house. In the month that he has been here, he has never once been allowed to step foot outside, and he knows better than to ask.Â
He is usually good at avoiding temptation, but on one Friday morning, Jaime is caught off guard.
He is cleaning the sliding glass doors at the back of the house when he catches a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Jaime flinches, startled, but when he looks into the backyard, he finds that the source of the motion was a fluffy, white cat, now tucked halfway behind a thick tree root, peeking up at Jaime with obvious apprehension. Through the thick glass, he can make out a muffled meow.
It must be the same cat Kade saw last night. Jaime hadnât seen it himself, but he overheard the argument between him and his father from the next room.Â
âDad, we should keep her!â
âIt probably already has a home, Kade.â
âNo it doesnât,â he shot back. âLook, she doesnât have a collar.â
Ubidden, Jaimeâs hand rose to the metal band at his own throat. Funny, he thought, how a collar is the mark of a safe home to some.Â
âThat doesnât mean itâs our responsibility.â
âDaddy,â Jaime recognized the edge of frustrated tears slipping into Kadeâs voice. âWhat if sheâs hungry?â
âSheâs fine.â
âCan I give her some water at least?â
âKadence.â Even from the next room, Jaime couldnât help but flinch at the impatient tone in his Keeperâs voice. âYou will not give this cat anything, do you understand me? You feed it once and it will keep coming back. Thatâs the last thing I need to deal with.â
âBut Dadââ
âI said, do you understand me?â
âYes.â
Without really thinking about it, Jaime stuffs the washrag into his back pocket and crouches down, putting himself closer to eye level. The cat perks his head up in response, fixing him with a steadier stare.Â
âHi,â Jaime mouths, lifting one hand to wiggle his fingers in a half-wave. The cat puts a hesitant paw forward, and Jaime smiles. âHello, there.â
Another soft meow, and then it pulls its paw back.Â
âDonât go,â he whispers, struck by the sudden, urgent fear that it will dart away and leave him alone. All at once, it is Jaimeâs greatest wish to keep this small animal in his sights, if only for a little while. If only to feel just a little less alone for a few minutes. It's desperate and sad, but it's true.
Jaimeâs eyes flick up to the latch on the sliding door, just above his head. It would only be for a moment. Just a moment, just long enough to see if the cat will come closer. He wonât be breaking any rulesânot really.Â
When he looks back to the cat, he sees that it has moved several paces closer, and itâs all the push he needs. Slowly, Jaime reaches up and flips the lock open. The sound is enough to freeze the small animal in place, but it doesnât retreat. Still, he slows his movements even further as he wraps his fingers around the handle and pulls it to the side. The burst of clean, fresh air on his face is the best thing heâs felt in months.Â
The noise of the door startles the cat into motion again, but when Jaime stretches out his arm, his palm open, it bounds toward him instead of away. It slows its approach as it gets within a couple feet of him, stretching out its tiny, pink nose to sniff at his hand.Â
âItâs okay,â he whispers, keeping himself still and steady. When the tip of its nose makes contact with Jaimeâs finger, the cat only jumps back for half a second before it twists its neck, pushing its tiny head into Jaimeâs outstretched palm.Â
A sound bubbles out of Jaimeâs mouth, and it takes longer than it should to recognize it as his own laugh. Carefully, desperate not to scare it off, he scratches between the small animalâs ears and elicits a soft, vibrating pur.Â
âHi,â he says again through another burst of delighted laughter. âHi, sweet girl.â
Heâs not sure if heâs right about that guess, but it feels better than referring to it like an object. He decides to trust Kadeâs intuition on this one. She meows up at him, and he chooses to take that as approval enough.
âAre you lost?â Jaime asks, noticing without conscious thought that his voice has risen to a pitch he only ever uses for Kadeâs bedtime stories. âDo you have a home around here?â
He knows the answer before he asks it, though. The edges of her white fur are caked with mud and grime, and he can feel her spine a little too prominently through her skin.Â
Jaime remembers well what that kind of hunger feels like. A dangerous thought begins to take shape.Â
He glances at the clock in the hallway. He still has a couple of hours before he expects Mr. Torley home. That should be plenty to sneak something out. Even if itâs just some water. Jaime can clean it up and put everything away before his Keeper comes home. He never needs to know.Â
He flinches as the thought lands. These are the kinds of things heâs not supposed to think about anymore.Â
But Mr. Torley does plenty he isnât supposed to do, doesnât he?
He hesitates, just for a moment, before he stands, knees cracking.Â
âWill you stay here for a minute?â he asks, scratching under her neck when she raises her head. âIf I go to get you something to eat?â
She scuttles back a few steps at the sudden movement but doesnât run away. He will have to hope for the best.Â
In the kitchen, he goes straight for the plastic bowl in the cabinet that is designated for Jaime at mealtimes. He used to think about the fork scratches in the bottom when he first arrived at the house, wondering how many boys before him had eaten from the same bowl. He would never use any of Mr. Torleyâs good dishes, but this serves him perfectly well as he fills it halfway with water from the tap.Â
Food is another matter. Jaime has never had a cat before, but he knows the basics. Normally, he would expect to find a can of tuna or two stashed away in the back of someoneâs pantry, but Mr. Torley isnât the pantry staple kind of person. He likes his food fresh and expensive and expertly prepared, andâ
Salmon. In the refrigerator, there is a small strip of leftover salmon filet from two nights ago. Mr. Torley never eats leftovers, and the boys hardly touched their fish to begin with. Jaime might have allowed himself to it before he would be expected to throw it away, but this is a far better use. No one will notice it's gone. No one will miss it.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Jaime carries out the bowl of water and the strip of salmon on a paper towel, relieved to find the cat waiting for him in the same spot.Â
âHere you go,â he says, setting the offering on the cold cement patio. Her hunger becomes more apparent as she dives headfirst for the small piece of fish, tearing away large bites at a time. Jaime feels a pang of guilt that he doesnât have more to offer her.Â
She purrs as she eats, poking her head up every few seconds to glance at Jaimeâeither to check that he is still there, or to make sure heâs not coming close enough to snatch away her food. He sinks into a crouch a couple feet away, happy to watch her filling her belly for the night. In the back of his mind, somewhere well into dangerous territory, he starts to think of ways he might be able to sneak her food in the future. Maybe, if heâs smart about it and he plans his meals right, he will be able to save back small portions of whatever meat they have for dinner. Even if Jaime needs to slim down his own portion, itâs not a big deal to save a little bit for her the next day. Maybe if he only keeps her fed during the daytime, Mr. Torley wonât ever see her when heâs home.Â
He is pulled from his planning when the cat suddenly stops eating and goes rigid. There are still a few bites left on the napkin, but she has turned her attention toward the side gate, her little ears twitching at something unseen.Â
It takes Jaime another second, and then he hears it, too: the low, almost silent electric hum of Mr. Torleyâs car in the driveway.Â
Heâs home early. Hours early.Â
Fear ices him over, but Jaime has no time to freeze. He has less than a minute before Mr. Torley will make his way around to the front door.
It breaks his heart to have to pull the last bits of salmon away before she can eat them, but he hurriedly bunches the napkin into a fist, trying to pick up the tiny shreds that have fallen on the patio with shaky fingers.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispers to the cat, who has started meowing in objection. âIâm so sorry. You need to go now. You should go.â
He curses under his breath as he spills a bit of the water bowl, but thatâs easily explainable enough, he supposes, if heâs asked about it, he justâ
He has one foot through the patio doorway when the sound of the gate latch stops him cold. Mr. Torley never comes through the back gate. Why is he coming through the back gate?
âStop,â Mr. Torley says simply, low and cold. Not a shout, but a single, flat syllable that raises the hair on the back of his neck. Jaime nearly drops the bowl of water with the lurch of dread that curls in his stomach. In his periphery, he sees a ball of white fur retreat across the yard and disappear.Â
He knows that, no matter what happens now, the last thing he should do is keep his Keeper waiting, so Jaime pulls in a shuddering breath and turns to face him.Â
âPut it down,â Mr. Torley says, âAnd come here.â
Of all the things he could have said, that unexpected directive inspires a spike of fear. Regardless, Jaime places the water bowl and the wadded napkin on the ground at his feet and makes his gallows march across the yard.Â
He stops a couple of feet away, keeping his eyes trained on Mr. Torleyâs expensive shoes. Helpless words race through his mind, scrambling to arrange themselves into a coherent explanation, an apology, anything that might soften the blow of his inevitable punishment.Â
But his Keeper doesnât ask for an explanation or an apology. He simply raises a hand to the gate latchâmaking Jaime flinchâand pulls it open once more.Â
âGet in the car,â he says.Â
Jaimeâs eyes rise to meet his, confusion and alarm ringing through his skull. âSir?â
Mr. Torley doesnât move toward him, doesnât raise his voice. He simply repeats, a beat slower this time, âGet. In. The car.â
On trembling, boneless legs, Jaime walks through the gate. He hasnât been this far outside in nearly a month, but the terror and the strangeness of the moment takes away any joy he might have derived from the fresh air and sunlight.Â
Mr. Torleyâs car sits in the driveway, sleek black and still humming quietly. Jaime has never ridden inside, and he hesitates a moment before reaching for the back door handle. Itâs locked, much like his throat when he tries to vocalize it. Instead, he stands silent and unwillingly disobedient with his fingers clutching the handle, waiting. Mr. Torley takes his time latching the gate and walking to the driverâs side. He gets in, closes the door, and fastens his seatbelt, all before Jaime hears the quiet click of his lock being undone. He scrambles into the backseat and barely closes the door behind him when the car lurches into motion.Â
Jaime flattens himself against the leather seat back as they glide faster than what heâs sure is legal down the road. He doesnât fasten his own seatbelt, too afraid in this heightened unknown to make a single move without explicit permission. His fists curl into the soft material of his pants, and he only realizes then that his feet are still bare.Â
Where are they going? Where is he taking him? Why isnât Mr. Torley saying anything? The quiet feels like a threat of its own, but Jaime doesnât dare be the one to break it. Should he? Would an apology gain him any ground? What is expected of him here: his silence or his contrition?
The lump in his throat makes the decision for him, blocking any hope of words along with the ability to draw a full breath.Â
That is, until, the car jets past a familiar sign on the highway, and cold acid releases into his bloodstream.
âSir?â The words come out less than a whisper, and are met with more stony silence. Jaime grasps for another pull of oxygen and sits up further in his seat. âMr. Torley?â
Nothing.Â
Jaimeâs heartbeat pounds in his fingertips, his temples, his throat, his chest. It could be a coincidence. Wherever they are heading could just be in the same direction. The sign doesnât have to mean anything.Â
And then they pass another sign, in bold, harsh, undeniable lettering: EXIT -Â WRU PITTSBURG. The car glides smoothly onto the ramp, and the dam holding back Jaimeâs panic bursts wide open.Â
âPlease,â Jaime whispers in horror as the first corner of the concrete hell comes into view. âMr. Torley, please. Please.â
Nothing.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry,â Jaime babbles, tears blurring the massive wall of false windows that seems to stretch a mile long. He is suddenly struck by the irrational fear that Handler Smith can see him already, that he already knows Jaime is here, is being returned, is being surrendered for early termination.Â
âLet me catch you back here early from a contract, even once,â Handler Smith had whispered to him a week before he was assigned. âLet me find out youâve embarrassed me by forgetting your manners, and I promise you, youâll wish you would have slit your wrists before ever showing up in my training room again.â
Wildly, he pictures the razor sitting out on Mr. Torleyâs bathroom counter and thinks, He was right. I should have.
âPlease donât do this,â Jaime cries, tears falling openly now. In a desperate corner of his mind, he wonders if it will help. Jaime so rarely grants him the opportunity to see his tears, and he knows just how much he enjoys them. In any case, he canât stop them now. âIâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry, please, I wonât do it again.â
The car slams to an abrupt stop, hard enough for Jaime to jerk forward, jamming his wrist as he catches himself from slamming his face into the seat in front of him. They are stopped short of the entry booth for incoming cars, veered to the side of the road. Mr. Torley spins around to face him, making Jaime shrink back.Â
âWhat are you sorry for?â he asks, eyes hard and resolute.
âF-forââ
âFor getting caught?â
Jaime presses his lips together to stop them from quivering. Mr. Torley reaches into his pocketâand Jaime has the wild, hysterical vision of him pulling out a gun and dumping his body on WRU grounds. But he only pulls out his phone, flipping the screen around to show Jaime a camera feed of the back door at the house.Â
âI have an alert set,â Mr. Torley says, âTo monitor all exits of the house. Imagine my surprise when I was on my way home for an early weekend, and received a notification of my backdoor opening, unauthorized.âÂ
âI wasnât trying to get out,â Jaime rushes to assure him, shaking his head. âI wasnât⌠I wasnât going to run.â
âNo?â
âNo. I promise.â
âWhat, then?â
How much will his honesty buy him now? Is it worth anything when Mr. Torley has clearly already seen, already knows? Itâs better, at least, than a lie, and itâs all he has at his disposal.
âThe cat,â he whispers pathetically. âShe seemed⌠hungry. I fed her the leftovers that would have been thrown out. I gave her water. Iâm sorry.â
âAnd you did so thinking you wouldnât be caught?â
The affirmation feels like slipping a noose over his head. âIâm sorry, sir.â
âIâll have you say it.â
âYes, sir. I did.â
âAnd you did so after hearing me explicitly forbid it to my own children?â
He swallows. âYes, sir.â
Mr. Torley inclines his head toward the building ahead of them. âWhat do you think the people behind those doors would have to say about such abject deceit and disobedience from someone they sent out on a paid contract?â
Jaime pinches his eyes shut, shaking his head.Â
âAnswer me.â
âIâŚâ Jaime begins, his voice pinching. âI would be disciplined.â
âWhat kind of discipline do you think this warrants?â
Behind his eyelids, he sees the lash of a thick leather cord, a shock clip locked to his throat, a tub of ice cold water.Â
âI donât know,â Jaime whispers.Â
âYou donât know,â he echoes.
Jaime shakes his head, and he can feel Mr. Torleyâs stare burning through him.Â
Then, as abruptly as they had arrived, Mr. Torley faces forward in his seat and turns the gear shift. Jaime opens his eyes as the car rolls into motion once more, making a U-turn away from the facility.Â
âWell,â Mr. Torley says once theyâre back on the highway. âYouâve got thirty minutes to think of a better answer.â
Jaime spends the rest of the night, and the rest of the long weekend that follows, atoning.
On Monday morning, he sees the cat again. When she catches a glimpse of Jaime cleaning in the next room over, hunched on his hands and knees, she raises one tiny paw and scratches against the glass. He forces himself to look away. And when her hungry meows come muffled through the glass panel, he scrubs harder, bending his head closer to the floor so that the scritch scritch scritch of bristles on the hardwood almost manages to drown out the noise.Â
After that, she gives up on coming back at all.Â
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Do-Over-December 8th. Threesome. "Share And Share Alike." Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X AFAB! Reader.
SO! I know this is two days late but fuck it, I had some IRL shit going on pertaining to my current shitty job not giving a single fuck about my personal safety, so shit got nuts. On we go with Kinky December 's do over. Anyway, so this is the first thing I wrote with both Chuck and Tiff a while before I even started Through The Heart Is The Only Way, it was fun coming back to it and fixing it up! I hope you all enjoy it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.4K (Old Length.3.1K) Warnings: Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Blood. Violence. Murder. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Rough Oral Sex. Blow Job. Vaginal Sex. Strap-On Sex. Sex Toys. Threesome. Smoking. Chucky Is A Bastard, Tiff Is An Angel, What Else Is New?Â
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How the three of you met was quite unusual. It was most assuredly not a traditional meet-cute that lead you to getting to know them.
You were working late one night which was strange enough as it was, you normally are not one to do the closing shift, it was a long and hard day, retail work was so damn tedious and tiring. You were almost out of here though, about to pack up and leave, the mall you worked at was almost totally empty by this point, the cleaning tonight ran long after your hectic day. Cleaning like this was not even a usual task, but the dedicated cleaner called out sick, so you had to step up. You were just returning something to the back and grabbing your shit, you would be out of here. No one else was around, or so you thought.Â
You were walking across the tiled floor, the back of the house finally in sight, and you started to lose your footing, something wet underneath your shoes making you slip, your arms flying out, steadying yourself quickly, you managed to avoid falling, a close call. You breathed a sigh of relief at your near miss and looked down to see-
Blood.
Your mouth feels dry, your brows furrow, and you are shocked. It was unmistakable. Thick and syrupy and deep red, near black, the smell of iron hits as you looked around and could hear something, you werenât actually as alone as you initially thought. You swallowed thickly, and your eyes flicked to the door nearby.Â
You could leave.Â
Just run and go home and forget you ever saw this-
Eyes back down and you cursed under your breath. Your shoes were in the blood, youâd track footprints, how would you explain yourself? A deep breath as you thought for a moment.Â
And then you decided to say fuck it and see if you could find the source. Not the smartest of ideas, but you didnât have many options. The phone was in the backroom, you couldnât call for help, and youâd try to be quiet. You proceeded forward carefully and quietly until you found just what you were looking for-but not what you expected to see at all.
There was a body, the source of the blood, yes, but there was something that was much more eye-catching in this aisle. Seems whoever did this wasnât alone. Now, on an average day? You laying your eyes on this couple would have made you stare but catching them like this? You stopped dead and couldnât move, transfixed by this couple a few feet away, thus far unaware of your presence.Â
They were both a little bloody and, as it seems, currently having what looks to be very passionate and intense sex against the shelves in this aisle, mere feet away from this poor victim.Â
The woman of the couple was fucking gorgeous, blond hair and dark lipstick and killer make up, dark clothes with a gothic kind of vibe with undeniable style, skirt hiked up and a heel on one of the lower shelves. She had her hands on the man, one fisted in his long red hair and the other gripping the back of his jacket, fuck, even her manicure looked perfect. And while she was something to marvel at, you were still drawn to the man currently drawing those sounds from her, hushed, but you could still hear them in the deathly quiet store.Â
One hand under her thigh, holding her leg up, the other one of the shelves near her head, what you figured was the murder weapon, a bloody knife still clenched in his fist as he fucked into her. He was still mostly dressed, pants barely pulled down enough to get inside of her, his jacket still on, obviously both needing each other right then, and you were unbelievably into the sight of them together.Â
Her head lolled back, the most delicious sounding moan crossing her lips as her head now rested against one of the shelves and her eyes that were previously closed open, and she caught sight of you. You should have hid a little better. The two of you made eye contact, and you contemplated running, she tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and said, âChucky-we arenât alone.â
Fucking God above, her voice.
The man, Chucky apparently, stilled and looked over his shoulder at you, he seemed none too pleased about being interrupted like this if that intense look was anything to go by, could you recall a time you saw eyes more blue than his? Okay, shit, what was wrong with you right now? He looked about ready to pounce and kill you for disturbing this and for catching them post murder and mid-fuck, and you were over here thinking about how fucking good they both looked.Â
âSeems like we ainât.â his voice too, yeah, you were in deep trouble.
You were frozen in place still, your mind was racing however, you noticed he clenched that knife tighter, and that beautiful blonde woman looked almost excited and urged him on, âDo it.â
You knew it was do-or-die time, you said quickly, before he could make a move,âI wonât breathe a word of this to anyone!â
A scoff and stifled laughter, your heart is hammering as he rolled his eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, he spoke first, âOh never heard that one before right, Tiff?â
That wasnât a good sign. They were both using their names in front of you, uncensored, obviously unconcerned about you identifying them, their intention to kill you is crystal clear.Â
âOh yeah, never, ever heard that one. Real original.â He said is so sarcastically as her laughter was dying off. You need to implore them, appeal to their humanity if you have any hope of getting out of this. Yet to this day you still werenât 100% sure where this next part came from, but you said,âI can help cover this up! Iâll help, so if I talk Iâll be in just as much trouble.â
You said it with such conviction. They shared a look, confused, clearly. She spoke first, this time looking back over to you, âNow thatâs one I havenât heard before.â
âYeah. Now, why would you want to do somethinâ like that?â
It took a lot of guts to be honest, you werenât sure what was making you feel so bold, you so werenât normally like this. I mean, who does this? Stumbling upon a couple who just killed someone and instead of any normal reaction, fear or just anything, you were turned on.Â
Fuck it. You might die tonight, why not lay it all out there? You had nothing to lose.
âBecause IâŚI want in on this-â You gestured vaguely and cleared your throat, âYou know?â
It took a moment for the realization to hit, but yeah, they both knew. He smirked and said, âNo, I donât think I know. Why donât you tell us?â
Fuck.Â
They made you spell it out.Â
Itâs hard, but you do as they wanted, you tell them in a rush, âThis, I want to be with youâŚBoth of you, I-I want it so badly that Iâll help you cover this up, just let me prove myself, prove Iâm worth your time and the trouble.â
Oh, they liked you.
Just from that they liked you, but when they had you between them, cemented it. The way you gasped when Tiffany fingered you and the way you trembled and moaned when Chucky had you bent over and gripping one of the shelves still standing in the pool of blood they had spilled was something special. You were hot and fun, and took direction well too.Â
Disposing a body with three was also easier than when itâs just them. They kept seeing you, and you just kinda slipped into it, they were already together, and you ended up becoming their third.Â
They filled you in on what happened that night after the fact, some asshole that they had almost taken out, but he managed to run off, he took off into the backdoor of your store, and they had caught him and killed him right there. You realized your co-worker had left the backdoor open earlier when they took the garbage out which gave the two their way in, you normally scolded said co-worker for such carelessness, but now you were thankful they fucked up that night, or you might have never met them.Â
So that was how you met.Â
You had been seeing them for months now, you had essentially moved in. Holidays fast approaching, they had been out earlier doing some shopping, you had been as well, fussing trying to figure out what would be the best to get for them but coming up empty thus far. You had got home before them, had started making dinner when they both came in, you heard bags dropped near the door. You had come out of the kitchen to greet them and noticed the pair of them are a little dishevelled, if it was someone else, someone who was not you, who wasnât used to looking for those signs they might have missed it.Â
But not you.
You noticed the smudged flecks of blood and the tension, the overall energy, it was always like this when they came home after another kill. It reminded you of how you met. And the other nights they came home after that kind of thing, it made you squirm.
âHey sweet thing.â
You loved how she said that when Tiffany greeted you walked over to you first, heels clicking on hardwood and her hands on your face, her gloves felt soft and cold as she kissed you. Your hands reaching out and gripped her coat as you tilted up more into the kiss, fuck, it felt good. She pulled away, hands still on your face, and you were looking into her eyes and she asked, âHow was your day?â
âGood.â You responded with a soft smile before asking,âYours?â
âWonderful. Better to be home.â She was always so sweet to you, so caring, your gaze broke away, and you saw Chucky there taking his scarf and jacket off and hanging them up. From the body language you could tell just where this was going, you looked back to Tiffany, and she said, âGo to the bedroom, weâll be in a minute. Okay?â
You didnât need to be told twice. A quick nod and her hands left you as you scurried off to the bedroom.Â
Sitting on the bed, waiting like this. It always got to you. It was always intense when they came home after a kill. You didnât like knowing all the details, but you couldnât help being curious about it, if you asked they would tell you, but you didnât always ask.Â
Curiosity got the better of you tonight.Â
Soon you were pressed between the two of them, not in a dissimilar fashion to how you were that first night and so many others afterwards. Tiffany was behind you, leaning against the headboard, her fingertips tracing lightly over exposed skin, and you had your back to her chest as your pants were being pulled off by Chucky. You could go on and on about Tiffanyâs beauty, but there was something about him that couldnât be ignored either. Something about the look in his eyes or how he spoke to you, his hair, maybe it was all of it that made him so attractive to you? A deep breath from you before you asked quietly, âHowâd it go this time?â
You knew they hadnât planned on doing anything like that when they went out today, but sometimes things just happened, it was supposed to just be shopping, not slashing more than just prices. They loved to tell you, Chucky in particular liked it, he liked it best when you asked during these times, clothes being stripped away as they touched you. He liked how much you squirmed, almost ashamed by how much you wanted to hear about it while they did this.Â
Holiday shopping could always get crazy, some asshole pissed Chuck off, not like that was hard to do, and it was easy enough to get him into an alley and of course he had his knife on him and that was that. You had been stripped by this point, re-positioned, on your knees, Tiffany still leaning into your back, whispering in your ear as her hand was between your legs, touching you softly, fingers stroking through your folds, âAlways get so wet when we tell you about it.â
âMmm they must really like it.â Chucky mused.
They both liked to tease you about how into this you were and that always made it worse, made you want to hide your face and your head dipped down and Chucky didnât like that. Grabbed by your hair, head forced back up making you look at him in the eyes and he asked, âDo you like it?â
Tiffany stopped touching you causing you to whine, she kissed your temple and she said low, âCâmon, if you want more, you gotta answer him.â
You squirmed and Tiffany slipped her other hand around to palm one of your breasts as encouragement, you forced it out, saying, âYes I-I like it.â
That was what he wanted to hear, it made him smirk, so smug and self-satisfied, he kept gripping your hair as he pulled you down, you had one hand around him, had been stroking him while they had told you about it, and now he wanted more. You wanted to give and give as much as they gave to you, your mouth opening and tongue running over the head of his cock as you kept looking up at him, and Tiffany resumed touching you. Once you slipped his head past your lips he sucked a harsh inhale through his teeth and as Tiffanyâs skilled fingers circled your clit you moaned against him and fuck, it all just felt right.Â
Being shared by them was fucking amazing. You loved the dynamic of it all. Particularly for moments like this.Â
You had been going at your own pace but good olâ Chuck had gotten tired of that, pulling you towards him with his hand still on your head and his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, being rough and taking his pleasure how he wanted it from you, Tiffany touching you and being so sweet and soft, encouraging. âYou take it so well, sweetheart, look at you.â
One hand stroking down your back gently as she had two fingers fucking in and out of you, one particularly hard thrust into your mouth made you gag a little and that made Tiff click her tongue disapprovingly and speak up, âWhy are you always so rough with them?â
A laugh from him, another thrust, harder, another gag from you and he responded, âWhat? They like it! Donâtcha?â
A hard pull on your hair, another thrust that made your eyes roll back, and you clenched down on Tiffanyâs fingers with a nod. You did love it, adored the dichotomy of the two of them being with you at once, âSee?â
The look on his face, once again, smug as hell, a shit eating grin, he knew the effect he could have on you, how much him being so hard on you while Tiffany showed you such softness and affection, got to you. He could feel it in every look and action, every single touch and movement.
You swear you could feel Tiffany roll her eyes behind you, her thumb rubbed over your clit as her fingers curled inside of you, making you whine all over again as she said, âAsshole.â
You werenât sure why, but you loved how they talked to each other, the light kind of teasing they did, banter and name-calling, sometimes a little too harsh, yet you could tell the undeniable love under the surface.Â
Such a mess by this point, drool running down your chin from the throat fucking, hair messier from how Chucky had been holding it, deep purple lipstick marks left over your skin from Tiffany kissing you. There was mess on your thighs, shaking, already very needy.
âShe ready?â
You were. She asked, âMmm you want it sweetie?â You nodded once, mouth still stuffed full of cock, and that is how you ended up now.Â
This right here was one of your favourites. On your hands and knees, getting fucked, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him as your face was buried between your girlfriendâs thighs. Tiffany loved how hard you tried, it was difficult to maintain a good rhythm when you were being split open on his cock like this, but you were getting better and better at it. How you moaned against her dripping pussy was hot as Hell for her, not to mention how fun it was to watch you struggle to continue to please her, your tongue slipping up through her folds and over her twitching clit.
I mean, it was easy to see why you loved it so much, she tasted amazing and every sigh and moan you could pull from her sounded nothing short of divine. Tiffany was insanely talented with her own mouth and fingers, you only hoped you could give back half of what she did to you.
It was impossible to get over how lucky you felt, how spoiled you were, you had every single thing you could ever want. You were truly endlessly grateful.Â
âLook so fuckinâ good.â Of course Chucky wasnât going to complain about the view, his two favourite people in his life, spread in front of them, buried to the hilt in you as your hands were on Tiffanyâs outer thighs as you shivered and moaned and ate her out.Â
âMmmf the best.â Tiffany confirmed, her praise meant the world to you, looking up to her, tongue running over her clit again with another moan, and it was so arousing to you that you clenched down again drawing a moan from the man behind you.Â
It always seemed to work out like that, it was easy for the three of you, all feeding off of each other, it often happened, someone doing something to someone else and the reaction it pulled adding to it, making it hotter, made it feel better. And so it went.Â
It usually played out like this, Chucky would love to have you first, make you a mess, almost forcing you to cum for him, pulling you over that edge like it was some kind of race. You would be left sore and well stretched, he was rough as always, and after he had cum inside you, he would watch as Tiffany had you. He would relax totally amused, cigarette in hand as Tiffany would play with you, much softer and sweeter, she wouldnât be rough as you helped prep the strap-on, not like it needed much when your pussy was stuffed with cum.Â
âSuch a good mouth.â She praised, and she would gently pull you away, your mouth sliding off of the strap-on with a wet and audible pop, and she would lie you down and kiss you so sweetly as she lined up and filled you.Â
Your thighs on either side of her hips as she was on top of you, and she would make you cum too of course, the build slow and gentle and damn intense in a different kind of way, and sheâd be praising you all along the way.
Or it would be that way until Chucky had enough of just watching and got his hands into the toy box. Having her fuck you while he would use a vibrator on you was nearly too much to handle and they both knew it, the way you would squirm and twitch was too good to pass up, and the way it would make Tiffany lose control just a little bit and get a tad rougher was more than welcome.Â
You knew the dinner preparations you had started earlier would be no good, there was no way they were close to done with you. You could always order in later, you supposed.Â
It was truly a blessing and a curse having two partners, it usually meant no rest for you, one could take it easy until the other was ready for more, not to mention when they were both using you at once.Â
Both of them had such presence and had such strong personalities, they seemed to fight often but again when it came to you?Â
Sharing came easy.
#Charles Lee Ray x reader#Tiffany Ray Valentine x reader#poly!Chiffany x reader#BHF writing#Slasher x reader#Do-Over-Decemeber.
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