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pathologicalreid · 1 month ago

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when the night ends | s.r.

in which your teenage daughter doesn't come home after prom

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: underage drinking, missing child, protective parents, prom, drunk driving. word count: 3.46k a/n: i hope u like dad!spencer because i have lotssss of him coming

You startled yourself awake, turning over from where you had fallen asleep on the couch, your eyes snapped open before you had the opportunity to topple over. Sitting up, you looked over to the recliner. In it, your eldest daughter was curled in a ball, sound asleep, just as you had been moments ago.

Slowly, you dragged your hands down your face, the show you’d been watching together still playing on the television while you checked the time on the cable box below.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when your eyes cleared enough to read the clock. It was nearly midnight, and you’d fallen asleep waiting for your younger daughter to get home from her school dance. She hadn’t woken you up on her way in, so you wrapped your arms around yourself while you made your way upstairs to her bedroom.

While your intentions had been to make sure she got to bed safely, you felt sick to your stomach at the sight you were met with. Her room was just the way she left it, your sixteen year old, while usually neat as a pin, had been so excited getting ready for prom that makeup and earrings were strewn around her room. Her lamp was still on at her desk, which had been transformed into a vanity for the event, and Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

“Spence?” You called out softly, not wanting to wake Finn, who you knew was asleep in his bed. You wondered if your husband was still awake, laying in bed reading, or if he too had succumbed to sleep. Your chest ached when you opened the door, finding him asleep with his reading light on. Part of you had hoped you’d find Olivia in there, gravitating to her favorite person to debrief with, likely so she’d have everything fully processed before breakfast. “Spencer,” you echoed, this time a bit louder, knowing you’d have to wake him up.

For better or for worse, Spencer was a light sleeper. Years spent in the BAU had trained him to wake up at the slightest of noises, and it wasn’t a skill that was easy to unlearn. He started to wake up after the second time you called his name, propping himself up on his hands and tilting his head. It took him less than a minute to remember, frowning at you and peeking out into the hallway, “Liv?”

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, “She’s not here.” You said, watching him stumble out of bed with an urgency you rarely saw from him—the last time would’ve been when Finn hit his head after falling out of a tree. You were fairly certain Spencer had never run so fast before.

As fate would have it, Spencer had more experience with these situations than you did, so you followed his lead, trailing behind him while he made his way downstairs. “Where’s my phone?” He asked, patting the empty pockets of his pajama pants while he prowled the kitchen for the little black box.

You glanced around the room, eyes skimming for any sign of a phone—yours or his. “Who are we calling?” The question was simple enough, you wanted to know who the first line of defense was in this instance.

He frowned, finding his phone exactly where it should’ve been, sitting on the charger and opening it. “Emily,” he answered, having already made up his mind.

Doubtful, you reached a tentative hand out and placed it on his wrist, stopping him in his frantic typing. “Shouldn’t we try to call Liv first?”

Spencer’s shoulder’s slackened, arms falling limply when he nodded once. Your husband switched modes, opening the favorites tab on his contacts and calling your daughter. While the call went out, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers before removing the phone from his ear and frowning at the screen. “Straight to voicemail,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. He lifted his chin to look over at you, his eyes finding something else over your shoulder.

Looking behind you, you saw Nell standing nervously, her hair mussed on one side of her head while she teetered on the heels of her feet, glancing between her parents. The commotion had likely roused her from her spot on the recliner. She didn’t speak, waiting impatiently for someone to tell her what was going on.

Considering your options, you looked at her phone, practically an attachment of herself, “Can you find your sister’s phone with yours?”

Solemnly, Eleanor shook her head, “Not if your call went straight to voicemail. That means her phone’s probably dead.”

“Probably?” Spencer asked doubtfully, he hoped for further explanation from your teenager, but you were already moving on to next steps.

Nell shrugged helplessly, “Her phone is either off or dead, which is why it went to voicemail. Livvy wouldn’t turn her phone off for anything while she was out, she knows it’d freak you guys out.” Your daughter pursed her lips, “So it’s probably dead, or…”

You bristled at the way her voice trailed off. “Or what?” Spencer asked, trying not to project his frustration onto your nineteen year old.

“Or the phone’s broken,” you continued for her, watching your husband warily as you broke the news to him. “Nell, can you go on your phone and look at any social media site where you can talk to someone?”

Spencer raised his eyebrows at you, “Livvy doesn’t use social media.”

Nodding, you turned back to face him, “But her friends do, all of the kids she went with have probably been on social media all night long posting pictures with the location tags on.”

“Should I go get Finn?” Nell asked from her perch on the recliner, wondering aloud if her little brother should be involved in this search.

In complete synchronicity, you and Spencer both answer, “No.” Finn was cranky enough in the morning, waking him up at midnight was a sure way to make everyone’s lives miserable tomorrow. “We need to figure out what we’re dealing with first…” You watched Spencer dial a number on his phone, “Who are you calling now?”

Your husband lifted the phone to his ear, “Penelope… if anyone can find a phone while it’s off…”

“It’s her,” you finished for him, nodding assuredly before turning around to look for your phone. You made your way over to the couch, stumbling slightly and using the armrest for support.

Phone in hand, Eleanor watched you with concern, “Mom?”

Shaking your head, you dismissed her concern, pulling the blanket off of the couch and jostling it in the air in hopes that your phone would fall out of the bundle of fleece. You looked down at the couch, tossing the blanket onto the floor while you looked for your phone, breath hitching when you heard it start to ring.

You fished the phone out from between the cushions and checked the contact that was illuminating the screen. It was an unknown number, but you answered anyways, not willing to take any chances. Lifting your phone to your ear, you spoke first, “Livvy?”

The other end of the call was silent, but you weren’t going to be the one to hang up. You waited, listening to the wind blow on the other end of the call. There was a dark pit in your chest at that moment, a horrified part of you thought a stranger was going to start speaking to you about your daughter. Both Spencer and Nell were giving you their undivided attention.

Taking a deep breath, you almost said her name again, tears pricking along your lashline while you tried not to break down. Ever since you had kids, this had been your worst nightmare, one of them not coming home at the end of the day, and now it was your reality—you just didn’t know why.

“Mommy?” A timid voice came through the call, and you sat down on the couch, sinking down into the cushion while fear and confusion and relief spun through your body quickly enough to give you vertigo.

You looked up to meet Spencer’s eyes, hoping to signal him to your relief, “Where are you? Whose phone are you using?” She’d called you by a name none of your kids had used in years, and it sent you into even more worry.

A small sniffle came from your daughter, and your previously heavy heart broke at the sound of her misery, “Uh, I walked to school after the dance. They still have a payphone.”

Confused, you tried to recall the plans that she’d laid out for you in the midst of begging for permission to attend the senior prom, and there was never any information about walking anywhere. “Maya’s mom was supposed to drive you home,” you reminded her, getting up from the couch while Spencer gathered the car keys from a dish in the entryway.

“But…” Liv’s voice trailed off, “I know. I’m sorry. I was gonna walk the rest of the way home but my phone died-”

“You’re not walking home,” You interrupted her, pulling out your mom voice. “You’re going to stay put at school and dad and I are going to come get you. Here, talk to your sister for a second,” you quickly handed off your phone to Nell, surprising her for a moment before she took the phone and talked to her little sister.

You went to the stairs, holding up a hand so Spencer would wait for you while you went to Liv’s room. “What are you doing?” Spencer asked, following you upstairs, growing anxious with every passing moment.

Rummaging through her closet, you sighed at his impatience, “Grabbing a hoodie, it’s chilly outside.” While you fought with a hanger, you nodded at the floor, “We should take her flip flops with us.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, appalled at your suggestion.

Glaring at him, you pointed to the floor again, “She’s been walking around in heels all night. Trust me, she’ll be grateful for the flip flops.”

Taking your word for it, Spencer crouched to the floor to grab her shoes, “Okay, let’s go.”

By the time you took your phone back from Nell and got in the car, you leaned back in the passenger seat of the car. Your brain was still moving a mile a minute, but with Olivia sitting on the other end of the phone call, neither of you could say what you were really thinking. It would have to wait until all of your kids were under the same roof again.

Your husband was similarly tense, his jaw tight while he spoke with your daughter, but the concern never left his eyes, a small part of him wondering if you’d make it to Liv before someone else got there. Silently, he reached a hand over, setting it on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze before he spoke, “We’re here, Liv.” Spencer moved his hand, using it to unbuckle his seatbelt while you followed suit. “Stay on the phone, we’ll come to you.”

Liv was quiet on the other end of the call, the occasional forlorn sigh being the only sign of life from the teenager.

“Liv!” You called out, nearing the corner where you were pretty sure the payphone was located. You turned the corner, and sure enough, Livvy was sitting on the pavement. Her dress was in a pool of lavender chiffon on the sidewalk, and when she noticed her parents approaching her, she looked horrified.

As you got closer, you could see her face in the dim school lighting, her brown eyes were bleary with tears. Eyes bloodshot in a way that could only be produced by a high school dance gone wrong.

Waiting to speak, you sat down next to her while Spencer tenderly took the payphone from her hands, returning it to the hook before sitting down on the side opposite of you. “Are you hurt?” Spencer asked, the first in a barrage of questions that the three of you had seen coming from a mile away.

She shook her head miserably, strands of hair falling from her meticulous updo while she avoided looking at both of you, “No.”

Unraveling the hoodie from your lap, you draped the cotton over her shoulders, wanting to warm her up after sitting outside for who knows how long. As you made sure her arms were covered and rubbed her arms up and down, you faltered when she started to trembled, shuddering back a sob when you put your arms around her. “It’s okay, lovey. We’re here,” you reassured her, smiling when Spencer pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Maya wanted to leave early,” she cried, pulling away from you so she could put her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. “I went with her because I thought she’d have her mom pick us up from wherever we went, but she wanted to go hang out with a bunch of seniors.”

You nodded, sweeping a lock of hair behind her ear while she explained herself, “You should’ve told us Liv.” You weren’t berating her, there would be plenty of time for consequences tomorrow, but right now she only needed comfort.

She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her face, cringing at the makeup that came off on the cuff, “One of the seniors asked me to come, and I wondered… I thought maybe he liked me.”

Spencer bristled at her answer, but one glare from you got him to relax his shoulders, “It’s okay, Liv,” he murmured to her. “It’s okay to want to be liked, you know?”

Her father understood her in ways you’d never be able to. He was the one who had to sit her down both times and discuss the opportunity to skip grades, explaining to her that graduating at sixteen was an option, but she didn’t have to take it. She’d left all of her friends behind in the process, and as time went by, invitations slowed, kids couldn’t reach out when she went to high school without them. The students in her own grade weren’t interested in being friends with someone so young, leaving Olivia ostracized from her own age and her own grade. It helped that Eleanor was just one grade above her, keeping an eye out for her little sister, but with Nell off at school this past year, senior year was hard for Liv.

“I shouldn’t have left, I should’ve just stayed at prom,” Livvy insisted. “I’m supposed to be the smart one.”

Your eyebrows raised in alarm, sharing a look with your husband before asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Livvy shook her head dismissively, “Nell’s the oldest, and Finn’s the youngest and the only boy. I’m supposed to be the smart one. That’s my niche. I don’t have anything else.”

“You have plenty,” you insisted, nudging her leg with yours.

Your daughter looked dubious, but intrigued, “Like what?”

Before you had the chance to list off one of her many positive attributes, Spencer answered for you, “You were the only planned baby.”

“Spencer,” you sighed, hanging your head in exasperation. You took a deep breath to chide him, but bit your tongue at the realization that he’d gotten Olivia to giggle—likely his plan all along.

The three of you sat in silence for a moment, and before you got to ask if she wanted to go home, Liv spoke up again, “We went to a park down the road, and one of the guys brought beers. I didn’t…” Her voice trailed off, nipped by nerves while she tried to explain the sequence of events from the evening. “I didn’t think about it until everyone got back in the car and they asked me to give directions home.”

You hummed softly, “They were going to drive drunk.”

Olivia nodded, confirming your assumption. “I asked them to wait a little while before driving, but one of the guys’ girlfriends called and wanted them to pick her up. So, they kicked me out of the car and left anyway.”

“Why didn’t you offer to drive instead?” Spencer asked, ever the logical thinker.

She was silent, staring blankly at the pavement while you figured out the answer on your own, “You were drinking too.”

Your daughter nodded miserably, more tears streaming down her face, “And it was gross! I don’t understand why people drink that stuff.”

You stifled your laughter, knowing she was probably drinking cheap beer that had been sitting in the trunk of a kids car all night, “Are you feeling okay?”

Shrugging, Liv wiped her face again, “I haven’t puked, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Look at it this way, you’re doing better than your sister the first night after we dropped her off at school,” Spencer consoled her, choosing to be lighthearted, but you both knew what he had to do next. “What kind of car are they driving?”

“John’s mom’s old Pacifica,” Olivia answered, propping her chin up on her knees while Spencer pulled his phone from his pocket. Her eyes widened in fear, “What are you doing?”

Spencer sighed, “I have to call and let someone know that they’re out right now.”

“Dad, no!” Liv begged, tears welling in the eyes that he’d passed down to her. She watched in terror as Spencer stood up and typed a number in his phone. “You can’t. Please. They’ll never talk to me again.”

It wasn’t something he wanted to do, per se, but rather it was something he felt duty bound to do. “Honey, they could hurt someone while they’re out driving under the influence. They could hurt themselves. That’s the reason you let them kick you out of the car, isn’t it?”

The teenager faltered, running into a wall when she opened her mouth to rebut. “Mom,” Olivia begged, hoping you’d talk some sense into your husband, but he was making perfect sense.

“Baby, would you rather they never speak to you again or would you rather hear about something happening on the news tomorrow?” You tried to reason with her, letting her rest her head on your shoulder while Spencer hit the call button on your phone.

Spencer walked out of hearing distance while he spoke on the phone, probably to an old contact from the past. The two of you watched him talk while staying seated on the floor, “Nell said you wouldn’t be mad.”

“We aren’t,” you assured her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “We were worried. Dad was ready to call the BAU in when we realized you weren’t at home,” you told her, watching a shy smile bloom on her face. “I hope you know this doesn’t change anything. We’re still so proud of you, Liv.”

She sniffled softly, “I’m sorry. I was so stupid,” she said mournfully. “I’ll never be that stupid again.”

You hummed, “You were never stupid.”

“Then what would you call it?” She asked, her natural curiosity peaked.

Squeezing her shoulder, your eyes followed Spencer as he made his way back over to you. “Being sixteen,” you answered, and that reasoning was enough for you.

Her father crouched in front of her, gently resting a hand on her knee while he smiled at her. He smiled at her the way he had since the day they first met, “You know I love you, right?”

Nervously, Liv nodded, “Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard to go through school feeling like no one wants to be your friend, and I know how nice it is when someone finally extends that olive branch,” he consoled her. “Someday, these kids might thank you for calling us, and if they don’t, they weren’t worth your time anyway.”

She accepted his hand when he reached out to help her up, letting him pull her into a hug while you rose to your feet, “I just wanted them to like me.”

You smiled, “We like you.”

“You’re my parents,” Olivia countered.

Spencer shrugged, “Your brother and sister like you.”

Your sixteen year old shook her head, “Finn does not like me. He’s just acting like he does because he wants my room when I move out.”

“And he’s not gonna get it,” you reassured her. “You’ll always have a place to come back to, no matter how far away you move.”

Olivia frowned, “Mom, Boston isn’t that far away.”

“To you, maybe,” Spencer interjected, “To us it’s like losing a limb.”

“I think it might be better if you were mad at me,” Olivia suggested, leading the way to the car, groaning at the way you suggested leaving water and Tylenol out on her nightstand.

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poppyseed-cheesecake · 3 months ago

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Caleb starts feeling like your panties aren't enough anymore and you're a heavy sleeper, so what's the harm in masturbating over you?

I dunno be warned mc is asleep for all of this and obvs can't say yes or no in this situation

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It had started off innocently enough.

Sometimes, when it was his turn to do the laundry, he'd take some extra time. Sometimes pieces would get...lost.

Sometimes they'd reappear after a while.

"Eh, it's an old machine. Half of my socks are missing too."

And you'd believed him. Of course you did. There'd been no reason for him to lie. And it was harmless, wasn't it?

He always made sure that no evidence was left of what he did when your panties would reappear.

But at some point that wasn't really enough anymore. Of course it wasn't.

You were just a room away, whenever he came home from the academy. And you'd grown up. You'd gotten taller, fuller, more muscular. You were training to become a hunter.

And you weren't aware in the slightest of how enticing you looked. When you came back from training, sweat slick and still flushed.

Or when you fell asleep on the couch after a shower, in nothing but a big shirt and a pair of too short shorts.

It didn't help that gran would go out for card games with her friends, or visit relatives in the countryside more often, now that you were both adults.

So, starved for you after not seeing you wor weeks on end, it was hard to still be satisfied with just a few flimsy pieces of cloth.

During one particular movie night, you'd pretty quickly fallen asleep.

Those aformentioned short shorts barely covering your ass as you curled up tightly. Soft snores echoing through the living room and Caleb white knuckling the blanket he draped over you. Well over your torso.

He knew you to be a heavy sleeper. He would carry you to bed later, in a few hours without you so much as stirring.

It was okay. It was fine. You wouldn't notice. You wouldn't be hurt. It would be okay.

His palms were sweaty and he swallowed hard. With how you were curled up, he could see your panties peaking out under the shorts. It was an old, loose pair.

Trembling, he reached out. A featherlight touch on the underside of your thigh. No reaction.

Emboldened by that, his fingers went further until they finally reached the flimsy fabric. A single, careful finger hooked underneath, and pulled the cloth to the side.

His breath hitched. Immediately, he took his hand back. As if burned.

No no no no he couldn't do this. He couldn't he really couldn't it was too much it was too pretty.

Caleb forced himself to look away, knowing that if he didn't, he'd not be able to hold back.

The finger that had touched you felt hot. He wanted to shove it in his mouth, but he didn't.

Instead, he lightly shoved his own sweats down, just enough to free his dick. He'd been hard for a while. Painfully so.

That very finger now pressed on his slit, his other hand clasped over his mouth. Eyes trained on your form, still avoiding what he wanted to look at most. Horribly aware of how exposed it now was.

How soft it felt, even with that brief touch.

He had to bite into the meat of his palm when he started stroking. Too close.

You rubbed your legs together. Of course. They were still cold, still exposed. Caleb steeled himself to look. Were it not for the hand in his mouth he'd have cursed, and he thought it better to keep it that way. So he used the hand that he'd been stroking himself with to drag the blanket further over your legs, mourning every inch of skin he could no longer see. In the end he couldnt bring himself to cover your ass. Actually, would it really be so bad if he looked a bit more? You were asleep, you wouldn't notice, right? It wouldn't hurt you if he just pulled your shorts and panties down a bit, they were old and worn out, it was easy.

And before he could overthink it, he'd done it. The view was overwhelming, but he could do this. He wouldn't touch you. Just look. Nothing more.

Even though he wanted to spread your lips...lick up and down, suck on your clit...the real deal had to taste so much better than what was left on your panties.

He thought of that alone almost brought him over the edge untouched. He could feel it in his belly, at this rate he wouldn't last long. And honestly he couldn't take it much longer.

With increased pace and force he stroked himself, taking in as much of you as he could, his gasps and moans quieted by his palm.

It was a messy, shameful orgasm, that left him reeling. He knew this was wrong, but he also couldn't go back. Especially after he, still hazy, dragged the tip of his cock along your folds, only once, only to feel them, before pulling your panties and shorts back up. Before washing his hands and carrying you to your room, tucking you in.

And you didn't wake up. You were a heavy sleeper afterall.

It should've ended there. No it should've never happened in the first place but he shouldn't have gone any further.

But how could he go back to just your panties after that? Especially since he'd gotten away with it so easily.

And he was just touching himself. It wasn't like he was sticking it in you or anything.

Sure maybe he'd touch you a teeny tiny bit but you wouldn't notice. It was okay.

So when he came back home for summer break a couple of months later, and he found you sleeping with all your limbs stretched away from you thanks to the heat every night, how could he not?

You slept in nothing but a tanktop and your flimsiest panties. And you even left the door slightly open for more airflow.

He just happened to walk by while getting a glass of water one night, and he just happened to see you.

Half of your upper body was exposed. He only came in to fix your shirt. It wasn't his fault it rode up further. Exposing your breasts.

Soft...untouched by the sun...The cool breeze hardening your nipples.

He quickly turned around. Head in his hands. He couldn't do this again. He shouldn't be doing this.

But he was already painfully hard. And you wouldn't notice.

You'd never know.

So he turned back around. Leaned over you slightly. Your breath was even, deep.

Your chest was rising and falling in a steady rythm.

Three finger. No more. Three fingers ghosted over your belly first. Gently pressing into the soft flesh, before daring to move up when you showed no reaction.

That was a mistake. Three fingers quickly became a whole hand cupping your breast, and once again he had to stifle a moan with his free hand.

This was dangerous. He had to stop.

It was impossible, with more urgency than he intended he pulled your panties down to your thighs.

For some reason he climbed onto your bed, your breathing still steady.

His face mere inches away from your pussy, he took his hand off his face, and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

All reason was gone, and his toung dipped below, the taste something he'd only dreamed of, a far cry from licking up what little was left in your panties.

Your breath hitched, and he stilled.

Listening, begging you to stay asleep. And after a few dreadful seconds you returned to your peaceful slumber.

But he couldn't risk any more, so he tore himself from you. Now kneeling over you, your hair splayed all around your pretty head, your body exposed to him, he could have cried.

Okay, he'd allow himself one more thing, before he would just...take care of himself.

He freed his cock from his boxers, revelling in its shadow on your belly. Slowly, softly, he touched the tip to your lips, then your chest, and in the end, once again, dragging it between your folds.

The smart thing - the right thing would've been to run to his room. To finish there and leave you alone.

But how could he? You were so beautiful.

And he was already so close. Fisting his dick while biting on his hand, he hovered over you.

Watching your beautiful form, so exposed to him.

When he came he had to scramble off the bed as to not let anything get on you. As much as he wanted to paint you with it.

Pulling your clothes back in place he was overcome with shame and guilt.

The next day he couldn't look you in the eye.

He had to stop this. This couldn't go on.

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hipsdofangirl · 11 months ago

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“baby”

seungcheol x reader

contents: sfw, fluff mess, idol au, established relationship au, repetitive use of word “baby”, kkuma is seungcheol’s daughter

summary: seungcheol finds out he is a grandpa at age 28 in his own way / seungcheol comes home to his (growing) family

wc: 1111 (hehe)

“where’s your toy?” you coo.

kkuma stares blankly at you, sitting pretty. you slap your hands on your knees with an exaggerated grin decorating your face.

you repeat, enunciating each word, “where is your toy?”

she pants with a smile—the crooked pink bow clip melts your heart bit by bit. she stands up and spins in a circle, searching for something; the clopping of her nails against the hard-wooded floor reminds you that she needs her nails clipped, and your boyfriend will no doubt get her groomed for that to be completed.

the fluffy small cloud faces you, tongue out and involved in her desperate recovery mission. she moves her head to the right then the left; you can’t help but huff air with a smile, observing her cute yet calculated movements. her smile fades as she sniffs lightly. there is one more attempt to push kkuma over the edge.

“where is your baby?” you reiterate.

like a sleeper agent, something inside of her awakens. her head moves back to the right, regaining that same grin she trots into the hallway out of your sight.

you stand up, kneecaps cracking from being on the floor for some time; you keep your gaze locked from where she last left your sight, anticipating little patters to get louder.

soon enough, kkuma emerges from that hallway with a plush hello kitty doll, bigger than her own body, being dragged across the floor; if only it was real you could imagine the doll’s face painted with agony of living another day of torment while being lifelessly lugged.

you smirk and clap your fingertips together, creating little yet audible sound. “there she is! do you have your baby?” you babble.

in response, kkuma shakes her head and therefore her body and therefore the doll. you nod your head in respect and walk to the kitchen. kkuma continues her tirade and saunters over to the living room, plopping herself right in front of the couch with baby in hand.

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after the sun has been set for some time, the front door creaks open. soft yet heavy footfalls patter against the floor.

from your spot laying on the couch, you glance towards the noise in the dark, only your phone and tv providing light. you sit there and listen: you hear deep breaths and rustling of fabric before something collides with the floor. a defeated grunt comes from the entrance still: you chuckle quietly and turn your phone off, turning onto your stomach to lay on.

you click your flashlight on. the perpetrator standing there being your boyfriend, seungcheol. his eyes widen yet dim quickly when he made contact with the light. he covers his eyes with his hand and sets down the rest of his stuff. you turn off your flash and get up to immediately flick on the living room lights. you stroll to him with a not-so hidden grin.

he takes one glance at your expression before huffing, “you heard me struggling yet here you are taking a photo of me like i’m a cryptid.” your grin hurts your cheeks at this point; he gives one of his own as he watches you.

“you try so hard to be quiet when you come in, it’s hard not to see you as one.” you counter.

his eyebrows raise and grin deflates. “well you should be in bed right now. i swear you don’t have to wait up for me, i’ll be fine.” you both hear little paws barrel towards you. seungcheol’s dimples return once again as he squats, palms open.

“cause this little girl will always be there to greet me.”

you playfully scoff, leaning on the wall, observing the interaction. “yeah because she knows she will get a treat.” kkuma licks his fingers as he scratches underneath her chin.

you squat down yourself and her attention was instantly caught. you gently unclip the bow from the top of her head and smother it in your/his pant pocket.

as you give her your own soft head pats and aggressive spouts of rubs, seungcheol gaze is stuck on your face, basking in the intimate moment he secretly waits for after every day of intense idol-life.

he would never say it, but he appreciates how you wait; he doesn’t understand how you are able to keep waiting after all this time—for him. he glances at the floor, he shouldn't keep you waiting, should he?

kkuma’s rhythm of her happy dance kept him in a trance, but for some reason it stopped? seungcheol blinks and doesn’t see his little girl in front of him. he glances up at you for some clarification as you shuffle his things around, grabbing his workout clothes to put in the washer.

seungcheol blinks again. where did one of his princesses go? every time he arrives home, she follows him wherever he goes. is his little girl growing up?

he mindlessly follows you and stutters with a pout, “w-where did kkuma go?”

you flip open the washer lid. “she’s grabbing her baby.”

seungcheol’s inner demons were confirmed. “her baby?”

you hum in confirmation.

he sadly flicks his eyes to the door to the rest of the apartment. as you shut the lid down and press the appropriate buttons, you feel his fingers weaving into yours; slowly, he drapes his body weight onto you, head searching for his crook. you smile and pat his head.

you both hear little paws barrel toward you both. entering the door frame is little kkuma with her big baby hello kitty doll.

seungcheol’s head lifts up from your body.

kkuma gives him a little shake, showing him and her baby dominance.

he makes eye contact with you. “your childhood pillow?”

you correct him, enunciating your words, “her baby.” his arms sneak around your waist, eyes never leaving the white dog.

he repeats after you, “her baby.”

you hum and nod, pecking his cheek before sauntering out of the room. seungcheol bites his lip, smile breaking through, and skips after you. his arms return to hug your waist as he leans both your bodies sideways with a kiss—soon followed by an onslaught of fleeting smooches.

you blush. “cmon you big baby lets go to bed. you have an upcoming comeback and tour that doesn’t need you to fall ill again. i don’t need you to do that.”

he hums and sways your bodies, widely walking both of your feet in that direction like penguins.

he only hummed, not saying anything. you look at him for any other confirmation. he only beholds your eyes that swallow the rest of the world.

he knocks his head playfully with yours. “my baby.”

a/n: first uploaded fic please have mercy on my soul. also not proofread.

i have some works in the notes app but so far this is the one that is currently making me want to publish because i just got in the mood and it’s his bday. also this is totally not based off my own dog

if you made it here, congratulations! have a nice day/night!! 🫶

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Coming In First (Part 4)

Eunchae X 2 Male OC | 9235 words

TW: Incest

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Surprisingly, Jae was the first one awake the next day. He was never much of a late sleeper, and although hangovers didn't usually hit him too hard, he did have headache as soon as he stepped out of bed. 'Coffee,' was the only thought on his mind.

Jae wandered out of the suite, seeing his brother asleep on the couch and Eunchae's bedroom door closed. A sense of relief struck him that he hadn't missed out on any more fun. With coffee in hand, he made his way down to the beach. They hadn't been up early enough yet to reserve one of the cabanas on the beach, but it was only 7:30am or so - Jae was hopeful he could get their names down.

Sure enough, Jae got the pick of the litter. He chose a cabana on the far end of the beach that he figured his family would be appreciative of given the privacy. Plopping down with his coffee and a granola bar he'd snagged from the breakfast spread, Jae sipped and snacked, watching the waves lap at the shore beyond.

Eunchae's phone buzzed her awake. It was the group text between the siblings, and the message was from Jae.

Got you lazy sacks a cabana down at the end of the beach, you can thank me with a bagel and cream cheese. Maybe wait to tell Mom and Dad... -

Eunchae was excited, she'd been eyeing those cabanas every day, wondering how they could possibly get one since they all seemed to be reserved during the sunny hours.

Moreover, as Eunchae yawned, she felt the tingle of excitement that she'd gone to bed with return. Yesterday, she and Jinwoo had shared the most wonderful thing in that cave - the one that would become a symbol of the monumental change in her relationship with both brothers. She wasn't a virgin anymore, and the fact that she and Jinwoo had their first time with each other made her squirm in bed. But today she had something to look forward to just as much as the day before.

Something was left undone. It was hard to believe, given that she'd already shared incest with one of her brothers, Jinwoo, not 24 hours earlier. But today, Eunchae had set her mind to having sex with Jae. She didn't know exactly how they'd do it, or where, or what it would even be like when they did, but she wanted it so badly. From the way Jae had looked at her last night, she knew without a doubt that he did too. God, she had almost begged him to do it when he'd put his hands on that evening.

Jae could make her so nervous, too, in the way that made her squeeze her thighs together and want to squeal like a kid. It wasn't that he wasn't caring or gentle like Jinwoo, who had attended to her perfectly when they were losing their cherries together, he was just... different. He was more mature, sharper than both her and Jinwoo, demanding sometimes, and she looked up to him. Eunchae had been surprised that Jae had been the initiator of this when he touched her days ago in the first place, but her heart simply leapt from her chest, it seemed, when he had.

Thinking about little else, Eunchae donned her favorite bathing suit. It was a pale red one with white trim. Simple, but she knew damn well that it fit her perfectly. On top, she wore a cover-up that would leave little to her brother's imagination with its gaps and voids: a crocheted white dress that reached only a few inches below her bottoms.

After a little prep in the mirror, brushing her hair and making sure she looked pretty for Jae, Eunchae slinked out of the room. She knew she should probably wake Jinwoo, but her priorities were simply fixed for that morning. She wasn't planning to jump her brother's bones the minute she got downstairs, but she was naughtily planning a few ways she might tease him by hinting her intentions.

Eunchae was nearly jogging by the time she got down to the courtyard of the resort, and almost forgot to grab her brother a bagel until she smelled food on her way down to the cabana.

"Chocolate chip bagel, plain cream cheese, untoasted." she announced, holding the rear flap of the cabana open and stepping in, "...aaaaand a coffee."

Jae was dozing in a lounge chair with only his feet out in the morning sun. Eunchae laughed when her statement caused to him to almost fall out of his chair.

"Jesus!" Jae remarked, getting his bearings after having dozed off. 'Jesus,' he thought, looking at his little sister standing there and looking more beautiful than ever. The cover-up she was wearing might have been pretty, but it was more frustrating than anything - he could see that the bathing suit Eunchae was wearing hugged her little body better than any she'd worn yet. He gave her plenty of flak for buying endless versions of the same outfit, shoes...etc., but her week-long fashion show of bathing suits would likely shut his mouth for good.

"You are the best," she said, leaning in to kiss him just after he'd taken a bite of his bagel. Their lips didn't stay joined for as long as he might have liked, but Eunchae flicked her tongue out and gently licked at the cream cheese that was on his upper lip. She tasted it with this sultry smirk on her face as she sat down on her own lounge chair.

"I've been dying to get one of these cabanas since we got here." Eunchae said.

"I know you have," replied her oldest brother, "did you see the fruit baskets they bring around lunchtime?"

"NO! Fruit baskets?! Do they have mangoes in them?"

"I don't know, probably."

Eunchae smiled and leaned back on one of the lounge chairs, feeling her brother's eyes on her as she did. There was a silence that lingered after Eunchae's excitement and the expectant little sister badly wanted to know what was going on in her brother's head as he sipped his coffee.

And though his morning doze was still wearing off, Jae felt the tension too. He hadn't been too drunk the night before to recall what it felt like to have his hands on his little sister, or to recall how badly he'd wanted her.

Eunchae felt like saying something, acknowledging what she and her older brother had yet to share, and her intentions to do so. But Jae spoke first.

"You wanna go for a swim?"

"It's a little early but sure, I'll go out there with you," Eunchae answered, happy to spend any time with her sibling, really.

He got up and pulled off his shirt, something that always seemed to get Eunchae a little excited. She wondered if all sisters were as grateful to have brothers who were in good shape. Before the anxious brunette could even rise from her chair, Jae was running towards the water and in headfirst without a moment's hesitation.

Jae floated a few feet in, water up to his nose and watched his little sister follow suit. She stood straight as a rail and cocked her hips to the side as she lifted the cover-up she'd been wearing off her thin, petite frame. She couldn't tell if her brother was watching, be she did it as slowly and seductively as possible in case he was.

God did she look killer in that suit. The red and white bikini could have been painted on her for how well it hugged her breasts and that incredible little butt of hers. Jae wished he could have recorded the way she bounced towards the shore after him to replay in slow-motion a million times over. He settled for catching her in his arms when she leapt into the water.

That didn't last too long; Jae quickly tossed his little sister off him like she weighed nothing. He watched Eunchae flounder and swam out deeper. The cool water was a wonderful gift that morning; he could feel it waking him from the outside-in.

Eunchae swam after her brother, frustrated that he didn't immediately flirt with her or touch her the way she wanted him to.

It took a few minutes of chatting, but after complaining that she could barely touch the ground, Jae allowed his little sister to come hang on him while they talked.

"So nobody was up yet when you left huh?" Jae asked, as Eunchae hooked an arm around his neck and floated so that he'd cradle her.

"Nope, just me, I'm pretty sure mom and dad stayed at that bar a little later than us, and you know how they are when they've been drinking," Eunchae answered. "Jinwoo and I stayed up talking too; you're the one who passed out early!"

"I didn't pass out! I was just tired!" Jae protested.

"Yeah, you were really TIRED!" Eunchae said, mimicking the motion of tipping back a beer as she said it.

He briefly considered tossing the snarky teenager again, but the way she felt against him, with his hand under her thigh was too nice to do away with. Instead he dunked her head backward under water to remind her who was in charge. It gave him a moment to sneak a look at her chest, though she would have given it to him knowingly.

"So you were up 'talking,' huh?" Jae asked, once Eunchae had regained herself from the dunk.

"Yep, just talking," Eunchae said innocently, "I knew I might need to save myself for today."

"Hmm... save yourself for what Eunchae?" Prodded Jae.

"For you..." she said timidly.

"For me huh? You're not going to make us play any games this time?"

"No... not this time. You can do whatever you want with me... right here even," she implied, biting her lip and wondering what that might make him do.

They both looked each other over in silence. Eunchae - at her brother's handsome face, his broad shoulders and his hair-covered chest. Jae - at his sister's adorable face, her breasts just breaching the surface of the water and her submerged lower half he desperately wanted to explore.

He glanced around, back toward the beach where there was almost nobody moving around. He looked toward the path to the cabana from the resort, seeing that nobody from his family seemed to be approaching. Even those on the shore close enough to see two people in the water couldn't tell from that distance where Jae placed his hand. So he slid it more between his baby sister's thighs, eliciting a smile from the pretty brunette.

"Ooooh, Jae! What if someone sees you have your hand between my legs?" Eunchae taunted, obviously expecting more of him.

So he moved it closer, coming into contact with those cute bottoms she was wearing and seeing the teen wince a little as she felt her brother's touch separated from her pussy only by a layer of cloth.

Eunchae responded by putting a hand on his chest to feel one of his strong pecs, but then slowly sliding it down over his sternum, abs and then to the waistline of his swim trunks. From the way she stopped, Jae could tell his little sister was intentionally teasing him.

With another look to the shore, and the assurance that nobody was watching, Jae next slid his hand up Eunchae's flat tummy, being sure to give her quim a firm graze as he did. Up higher he went until he palmed one of the beauty's incredible tits in his hand.

She looked quite satisfied with that, and returned the favor by pushing her hand into her brother's trunks and gently wrapping her fingers around his hardening cock.

"Is this for me?" Eunchae asked mischievously, gripping him more firmly and giving him a nice long stroke. She watched her brother's eyes roll back.

"God Eunchae, when did you become such a tease?" Jae asked.

"Uh uh, I'm not a tease!" She protested, "I'd only be a tease if I wasn't hoping you'd quit looking around to see if mom and dad are coming and fuck me like you want to."

Jae laughed and looked around anyway before quickly maneuvering his sister so she could wrap her legs around his backside. Now that he was hard, they could both feel his shaft pressing against her quite clearly.

She bounced up and down without any encouragement, smiling big and wide as she held onto her brother and writhed her hips against him.

"God I want to fuck you so bad sis," Jae admitted, "I know it was probably the right thing to do... but yesterday... I can't believe I gave you up."

Eunchae kept moving her hips, but a little more subtly as she considered her brother's words.

"I know, I was really surprised when you told Jinwoo to stay...but it WAS really nice to have our first times together." Eunchae said, reminiscing. She wasn't finished though.

"I would have been just as happy if it were you. You know that right?" she asked, seeing her brother shake his head knowingly.

"I saved something for you though..."

Eunchae was really enjoying the way her brother held her hips tight against him as she moved. She wished they could just do away with their bathing suit and see what that might feel like.

"Oh yeah?" Jae asked, "and what is it that you 'saved'?"

"Well..." the naughty teenager hesitated, "Jinwoo and I used a condom the whole time... and I was thinking... maybe if you didn't want to... I wouldn't make you wear one."

Once again, Eunchae could tell she'd rendered her brother, who always had a witty retort for everything, speechless. His mouth even hung open a little as he looked at her incredulously.

"WHAT?!" Eunchae defended, "I'm on birth control. I thought guys liked cumming inside? You could be my first."

"No... it's just..." Jae said, finding words difficult to come by, "I never thought I'd hear my little sister say something like that."

"So... does that mean you 'will' cum in me then? Or should I go wake Jinwoo up?"

Jae snapped back into it then and squeezed his little sister so tight she yelped. Then he tossed her in the direction of the shore and said:

"Alright you little minx, go back to the cabana and take off that suit. I've got to adjust myself before I can walk out."

There was the brother Eunchae knew. She reluctantly left him and felt the familiar tingle of nervousness as the authoritative side of her brother had her about to be naked and a not-entirely-private place. Jae watched as his little sister trotted back towards the tent, looking over her shoulder at him before pulling one of the flaps down over the cabana's entrance.

He tucked his cock up as best he could and followed after her.

Eunchae had just gotten the bow on her back untied when Jae followed into the cabana behind her. "What if mom and dad come down?" she asked, trying to take the one opportunity she might have to be smart before her brother's hands were on her and she could focus on nothing else.

"I left them off of our group text for a reason. Wouldn't want them to interrupt what I'm planning on doing with you."

"What ARE you planning on doing with me?" Eunchae asked, looking over her shoulder as she slowly pushed a string of her bikini from it.

Jae stepped up and helped her with the other one, teasing her with a gentle trail of his fingers down her arm. Any time she thought of Jae from then on, she'd think of the way he could tower over her from behind.

He leaned into the crook of her neck; she could feel the gentle wisp of his breath on her skin.

"Well first I'll need to get you out of this suit," he said, pulling the bikini top off and letting it fall to the sand below.

"Mnn hmm..." Eunchae beckoned. She felt his hands slide to her hips and just beneath the lip of her bottoms.

"...all the way out," he said, finding the bow on each hip.

He placed the most gentle kiss on her neck, finally, as she felt his fingers pulling the bows apart below. The torturous anticipation she felt was hard to bear; she leaned back wanting to feel him more securely against her.

"Then what?" Eunchae asked him, needing more.

Jae gripped her hips with intention. "Then I'm going to lay you down, right there," he said, wrapping an arm around her and pointing at the lounge chair as her bottoms joined the rest of her bathing suit at their feet, "and I'm going to use my tongue on you until you beg me to stop."

"Oh my god Jae," Eunchae gasped, reaching behind her to get a hand on his cock, "I want that so bad."

He flipped her around and before she could say another word their lips were pressed together in a passionate and lustful kiss. She felt almost entirely helpless and it excited her to no end. Eunchae allowed herself to melt into his arms.

Her tongue intertwined with his as they made out. Jae held his baby sister's naked little body and she reveled in the way his hands explored every part of her body. Before she knew it, Eunchae was being guided onto her back on the lounge chair nearby.

Some seconds after that, her brother had kissed his way from her lips, to her neck and all the way down until he was positioned between her legs and holding them open. It was a blur, a wonderful rush of emotion and reckless love that had defined the vacation so far and yet there was so much more excitement in store.

"Fuck me Jae, I can't wait anymore!" she breathed, teased by the kisses he was planting on her inner thighs.

"Not yet little one," Jae said, taking a good look at his sister's tiny lips before he put his mouth on them. He felt he'd be ruined to other women forever; nobody could possibly have a more perfect pussy than Eunchae.

"Please Jae, I want your.....ohhhfuck!" she gasped as Jae finally planted his lips on Eunchae's nether ones.

She felt the light morning breeze meandering into their tent as her brother ate her out for the second time. It was still such a new feeling, and she'd never get enough.

"God you're...uhhh..you're so good at thaaaat..."Eunchae huffed, jerking up as she felt his tongue lick directly at her sensitive clit.

She tasted sweet too. Perhaps it was the forbidden fruit, but Eunchae's extensive wetness was wonderful to him. He lapped at her bare little pussy until her fingers wove themselves into his hair, and then he lapped some more.

Eunchae moaned without a care for who could hear. Her brother's mouth made quick work of her, and before long she was jerking repeatedly at the relentless motions of his tongue.

"Jae...god...you're gonna make me..uhh..make me cum already!"

'Perfect,' Jae thought; there was nothing he wanted more. He held her hips, pressing into them the way his baby sis seemed to love, and kept at her.

A few more seconds, a few more determined licks at Eunchae's pussy and he felt her body tense. He looked up as best as he could at her while keeping up his attentions to her quim. She managed a look directly into Jae's eyes before she dropped back onto the chair and arched her back with a howl. She tried to be quiet, but wasn't all that successful.

Watching the 18-year-old's breasts thrust upward, her hands gripping at the towel beneath her, and feeling her legs shake around Jae's head was enthralling. He'd delivered what he promised, and in Jae's mind, this was hardly the beginning. He intended for them both to be unable to do anything but cuddle and sleep once he was through with her.

It must have been a whole minute, maybe more before Eunchae's body released. For that whole minute, the electric passion she'd become addicted to in only a few days on that vacation coursed through her once more.

"Jeez Jae... after that.." she huffed, "I hope you know I'm not going to let you out of my sight today until you don't have a single sperm left in your body."

Jae laughed, crawling up to lay next to his naked sibling on the lounge. She turned towards him and kissed the wet spots around his lips, all from her own arousal.

"I like the sound of that, even if it is still kind of unbelievable hearing it from my own sister."

Eunchae smiled and kissed him again.

"Tell me you're going to fuck me." She whispered, reaching a hand down to rub his cock over his swim trunks.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless baby sis," Jae said at last.

"Tell me you're going to cum inside me."

"I'm gonna cum in that tiny little pussy of yours Eunchae." Jae played along.

She had managed to undo his shorts and reach in to hold his cock once more.

"God Eunchae,' you are so goddamn hot. I can't get enough of you."

And then, Eunchae was tugging his shorts down, maneuvering between his legs as he'd done for her. Eunchae was just about to put him in her mouth as she badly wanted to...

"GUYS!" they heard from outside the tent.

Eunchae looked around in surprise, knowing there was no way she'd be able to talk her way out of her nakedness and position at her big brother's crotch. Jae was barely able to close up his shorts when their brother Jinwoo appeared at the half-open entrance to the tent.

"I could hear you from like... fifty feet away!" he said, shielding his eyes as he saw his brother fumbling with his fly. The view of his little sister perched, totally naked at Jae's feet wasn't all that unbearable, however.

"I saw mom and dad at the cafe, and I had to tell them where the cabana was at. They're heading down here in a few minutes; you've gotta knock it off!"

Eunchae looked at Jae and they needn't tell the other what they wanted. Even Jinwoo saw it in both of their eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you but you have got to put some clothes on Eunchae!"

Eunchae looked at the younger of the two brothers and shook her head naughtily. She did, however, reach for a towel and wrap it around her before telling Jae to follow her back to the room.

"Seriously dude?" Jinwoo asked his older brother when Jae got up to follow their little sister.

"Come on Jinwoo, you gotta cover for me like I did for you yesterday, tell mom and dad we went to check out the resort down the beach a ways or something."

Jae didn't really allow his younger brother a chance to protest, and took off after Eunchae before he could lose sight of her in the landscaping on the way back to their room. Hopefully they wouldn't see their parents on the way back up there, thought the younger of the two brothers as he was left alone in the cabana with the job of hiding Eunchae's discarded bikini before his parents came down.

It took almost the whole way back up to the room, but Eunchae was moving a little slow with her towel slipping down over her naked body; Jae caught up with her by the time they reached the stairway at the end of the hall.

He stopped her again, clutching her arm and pulling her towards him. He and Eunchae kissed again, unknowing and uncaring of whether someone might see them. In seconds they were back to the same fervor they'd attacked each other within the cabana.

They stumbled, taking awkward stutter-steps toward the room, with Eunchae pouncing up a few steps at a time before Jae would stop her and kiss her again. His hands roamed over her towel, searched for the end of it and pried underneath; they were both hopelessly lost to each other.

They saw another couple hesitate at the end of the hall when they spotted the loving siblings at the other end, but it didn't stop Eunchae or Jae for a second. Jae pinned his little sister against the wall next to their suite, still kissing her while attempting to insert the key card.

The door clicked open, and Jae backed into it. Once inside Eunchae pushed him hard against the wall, holding him there and giving him a look that said, 'stay.'

He watched, incredulous, as his little sister slinked away down the entry hallway toward the center of the suite. Looking back at him only once, she smiled deviously before letting her towel slowly slip off of her.

That moment, for some reason, as Eunchae's towel hit the floor and the bright morning sun washed across her while her brother watched from the door, would stick out in Jae's mind forever. He waited a few more seconds before he simply couldn't take it anymore. He walked, zombie-like, into the room after his teenage sister and caught up with her. It was subconsciously that he undid his swim trunks and pushed them down to his feet.

Eunchae wasn't drunk, she wasn't sleepy or sick, she was simply enthralled by everything that was going on. She had her eyes closed and her head rolled back, drinking in the sun, the air, and the palpable gaze of her loving big brother.

A gentle touch turned her, and her eyes remained closed as her lips were covered with her brother's. She leaned into him and was grateful to feel the warm touch of his erection against her abdomen below.

Then her feet were leaving the ground. Jae had his hands under her arms and was lifting her until she naturally wrapped her legs around him. She was so light - she'd always been a tiny thing, compared to Jae at least. She giggled being easily maneuvered as if it was no effort at all.

"I love you so much Jae," she spoke quietly.

"You're alright," he teased.

Eunchae smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Just alright, huh?" she asked, slowly reaching down between them until she got her fingers wrapped around the head of his penis. "How about now?"

"A little better," Jae balked.

The offended brunette's mouth hung open. She knew what he was getting at. Eunchae did her best to direct her brother's head where they both wanted it. "You better reconsider or I'll..."

She was planning on telling him she wasn't going to let him go any further, but the touch of his tip to the slick entrance to her pussy halted her. Actually, it was the way Jae had flexed his hips to try and get inside that had caused her the distraction.

"You'll what..." Jae asked, once again thrusting his hips upward so both of them felt it precariously close to entering Eunchae's pussy.

"I'll...mnhhh... I won't let you fuck me... I'll....uhhh..." her brother pushed again, this time more forcefully, "...I'll make you use a condom."

The next time he pulled Eunchae down on him, and the head of Jae's cock made it past her lips. She gasped, feeling her oldest brother's breach her entrance, if less than an inch. The feeling was amazing - more firsts for the 18-year-old beauty: the first time she had Jae inside her, and the first time being penetrated without the barrier of protection.

"I think it's a little late for that sis." Jae joked breathily. He wouldn't have believed a girl could be so tight until he felt his baby sister's pussy resisting even the smallest push inside her.

Eunchae couldn't threaten him anymore, she didn't want to. She had an indication of what his big cock felt like and she wanted more. The teenager leaned back to stare into her brother's eyes and then did her best to sink down further onto his cock.

The look on his sister's face was adorable. Her eyes and cheeks were scrunched, and she bit her lip as Jae could feel her sinking her body down, while his cock urged further inside her.

"Uhhhhh..." Eunchae moaned, "fuck you're big."

It took almost an entire minute, and Eunchae wiggling her hips around before the two siblings felt their hips connect. Jae's cock was definitely different from Jinwoo's; it seemed to touch her more deeply, prodding somewhere deep inside her that made Eunchae's insides tingle. And maybe Jinwoo was just a little thicker, but not as veiny... Eunchae thought as she adjusted to him.

"You doing alright Eunchae?" Jae asked lovingly, seeing the look of concentration on his sister's face.

She relaxed a little, nodding "uh huh... it feels good I just...mnhh... need a minute."

That was alright with Jae. The sensation of having Eunchae's tight little tunnel wrapping around him as he held her in his arms was more than enough.

Then she started moving again. Slowly, the pretty teen lifted and then allowed herself to sink down back onto her brother's shaft. Jae helped her, palming her soft round butt as they both assisted his cock in and out of her pussy.

"God Jae, your dick feels so good."

Jae smiled, gripping her butt playfully and moving her a little faster. They got into a rhythm, Eunchae flexing her toned little core and Jae lifting her and allowing her to drop so he could impale her again and again. Eunchae would feel incredibly full one second, and then anxiously await dropping back onto him as he lifted her off.

"This feels...unhhh... so good without a condom!" Eunchae praised.

"I know... God sis you're tight."

"Yeahh...?" Eunchae begged, "you like fucking your little sister?"

"Uhh huh..." Jae replied, moving her faster on him, "god you're sexy. Move those hips like you di...fuuuUCK!"

Eunchae knew what he meant before he could even finish and writhed her hips the way he'd asked. Both brothers seemed to have in common that they liked when Eunchae wiggled her hips around. It pushed Jae so deep inside her and feeling her move that way made him want to cum right then and there. He couldn't so soon though!

After a few more strokes Jae stopped them, holding Eunchae in place with his cock lodged all the way into her. She could actually feel him throbbing inside of her, it seemed like maybe he had gotten a little too close.

"Mnnnhhh... awww big brother... did I almost make you cum already?"

Jae couldn't speak he was concentrating so hard. Eunchae decided she wasn't going to let him have what he wanted. Even with Jae holding her firmly against him, she could still wiggle her hips. She moved them as best she could, mashing them against her brother's and feeling his tip moving just enough deep within her.

"Eunchae wait..." Jae begged, trying to pull her off him, "...fuck...Eunchae... I'm gonna..." but she had her legs wrapped around him determinedly. Eunchae kept moving her hips and watched her big brother's brow furrow in desperation.

"Oh fuck Jae... are you gonna cum if I don't stop... oh noo... mnhhhfuck...." Eunchae teased, clearly enjoying herself just as much as her brother, "...you can't cum inside your little sister... not without a condom!"

She wouldn't relent, and Jae couldn't hold out with her talking like that. Her pussy felt too good, and he was powerless to stop her little hips from wiggling on him.

"Eunchae... shit... st...mnghhhh..."

And then she felt it. At first Eunchae didn't know what it was. A warm sensation started deep inside her, as deep as her brother was planted. Then another burst of the same feeling. Jae's cock seemed to swell and from the look on his face she knew then what was happening.

It was too incredible. The pressure... the heat... the way his cock seemed to fill her more than anything she'd felt before. He was really cumming inside her, his unhindered sperm spurting out of him and right into his little sister's beautiful body.

Jae grunted; there was nothing he could do. His body flexed repeatedly and he simply tugged his little sister onto him, shoving as deeply into her as he could. He shook them both with the first few jolts of cum into Eunchae's warm pussy. For once, Jae was experiencing something for the first time too - cumming inside Eunchae was so incredible and he was infinitely glad to be doing so for the first time with his teenage sister.

The mischievous brunette didn't know until then how much she'd love the feeling of her brother's spunk inside her pussy. The passion and eroticism of the whole scene... the sheer forbiddenness of having her brother's life-giving semen pumping into her, caused Eunchae's body to tense along with Jae's. She threw herself onto his shoulder and held on for dear life as her pussy clamped down on him.

Eunchae howled. The two siblings held each other, Eunchae's orgasm wracking her and Jae's adding to it with each defiant spurt. They held each other tight, and it was all Jae could do to keep them both upright. He'd never cum so hard in his life.

Jae held onto her until his knees were too weak to stand. He backed up, stumbling until the couch met his calves and he fell backward, cradling his sister. When Eunchae came to, only then did she realize they'd moved.

They held each other, heads cradled in each other's necks while they caught their breath. Eunchae and Jae could both feel the incredible amount of cum that Jae had released in his sister's pussy. And Eunchae's orgasm had brought an equally incredible amount of wetness to their incestuous junction - it was slick between them and even Jae's balls were covered in Eunchae's fluids.

How long it took to finally speak, neither of them could have guessed. Eunchae was grateful to finally take a deep breath and lean back on her brother's lap.

"Oops... did I make you cum?" she joked.

"Yes, damn you," Jae cursed. He didn't want to have done so already.

Jae quickly flipped them over so he was on top of his little sister on the couch, and still securely inside her. Eunchae moaned into her brother's mouth when he kissed her, stimulated by the added movement it caused of her brother's penis inside her.

They made out yet again, with Eunchae thinking what a good kisser her oldest brother was. When they finally broke apart, Jae leaned back and took hold of the base of his cock with his right hand. He hadn't softened a bit, and he was glad of it.

Jae and his little sister watched, mesmerized, as he withdrew from her little by little. It was yet again impossible to Eunchae that she could fit her brother's entire cock into her; his length seemed endless as it emerged from her. But then his tip finally peeked out, and behind it.

Eunchae gasped aloud. Not a millisecond after her brother's tip finally left her; a gleam of white sperm immediately followed it. It was thick, and it warmed her tiny lips as her pussy squeezed it from her as if knowing it was forbidden to be there. Despite the tremendous amount she could feel inside her, Eunchae and Jae saw plenty more flowing from her messy little pussy.

"Okay... wow, I did not expect it to feel like that... or for you to cum so much!" Eunchae exclaimed, putting a hand on her brother's chest.

"Well, I was a little pent up yesterday from yesterday..." Jae admitted.

"Aww you poor thing! I guess you were - you made a mess of me!"

"Yeah..." Jae started, and then changed his tone, "What the hell sis! I just needed a second and I wouldn't have cum so soon!"

Eunchae smiled proudly, "it's okay, I liked it...a lot..."

She looked down again, loving the sight of her brother's spunk pooling on her inner thigh. Jae was still hard as ever, bobbing a few inches from his sister's glistening opening. Every bit of him was shiny with his baby sister's juices.

He took another good look at her: her perfect, naked little body and her pretty smile as she stared down at the mess the two of them had made. Jae's desire for her would never falter. Given where Eunchae was looking, she saw her brother grab his cock once more and lean toward her. He scooped at the spilled cum on her leg and deftly urged it back towards her entrance.

Eunchae moaned, able only to observe as her brother put his tip upon her taut little lips once more.

"Mnnhhh... what are you doing?" She asked hazily.

"Well... I'm far from done with you yet sis. I hope you weren't planning on being through..."

Eunchae didn't have much time to respond, she felt her brother's tip and the sperm he took with it touch her lips once more.

"Jae, I don't know if I'm rea...uhhhfuck..." She cooed as she felt him urge into her again.

She was just as tight as before, and a bit sensitive, but the abundance of his cum and hers made things easier. Jae rolled back on top of his little sister and applied his weight. His teenage sister moaned as she felt his cock enter her again. She HAD thought that maybe they were done when Jae came at first, but feeling him fill her again was wonderful enough to make her forget that.

"God your cock feels good," Eunchae cooed. She put her hands on his butt and just held them there as he withdrew and penetrated her again.

The way Eunchae wrapped her legs up around him to make it easier to fuck her was irresistible. He looked down at her beautiful naked form and the look of pleasure on his face in utter appreciation. No brother could ever be as fortunate as he.

"Fuck Eunchae," he admired, driving into her in long, slow strokes. Her perfect little breasts shook as he thudded against her, and the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her tiny infused quim were interrupted only by her uncontrollable moans.

"Fuck me Jae....ohGod...fuck me hard like that!" She begged, urging him with her heels.

He watched her back drive into the couch, her face scrunch each time he humped her and Jae knew he'd never be quite so infatuated with a woman again in his life. His little sister was the most beautiful, fuckable, perfect little plaything he'd ever encounter and he loved her with all his heart.

He fucked her until he could feel his abs burning, until sweat beaded on his brow. Eunchae arched her back and did her best to meet his thrusts, praising him with pawing hands and moans of excitement. Sex with Jinwoo had been wonderful and new and sweet; sex with Jae was intense and all-consuming. She wanted to give every bit of herself to him - or more aptly, she wanted her brother to take her entirely.

Eunchae tapped her brother on the shoulder, and when he kept thrusting into she had to shove him back. Jae looked confused and watched as she hurriedly pulled him up off the couch.

They ambled, Jae's cock in his sister's hand all the way to the glass wall of the suite. Eunchae positioned herself with both palms on the glass and her butt presented deliciously to her brother.

"Will you put that big cock back in me, please?" she asked as naughtily as she could, "Fuck me from behind like this..."

Eunchae swayed her butt back and forth to entice her brother. Given how many times he'd stood behind her and either touched or kissed or simply teased her, Jae was ecstatic to finally have the opportunity to fuck her the way he wanted to for so long.

The devilish brunette arched her back to make it easier for him, and once again, she felt her brother's wide tip upon her. Cum coated her sticky little pussy thoroughly, and Jae intended to add to it. He pushed into her in one long stroke and got another grateful cry from his little sister.

"Oh Jae...mnhhh... you feel so good... make me cum again, please?" She begged.

"Sure little one, tell me how you want it." Jae instructed.

"Unhhhgod... just fuck me however you want me," she allowed him, "I'm gonna cum soon anyway... you're cock is so amazing..."

So Jae held his little sister's hips once again and thrust into her. "Like that, Eunchae?"

"Uh huh..." she cooed as his hips clapped against her round little ass. It only took a moment or two until Eunchae starting to feel that familiar ascent that she'd only just started to recognize this week.

Eunchae's palms splayed out on the glass. There was enough tree cover around the suite that they weren't necessarily putting on a show, but their risk felt heightened nonetheless. She looked out over the beautiful resort and to the ocean as she felt Jae's penis impaling her again and again.

"Oh God, fuck me Jae... uhhhfuck your little sis..." Eunchae encouraged.

"My bad little sis," Jae amended.

He picked up the pace even more, clutching her hips almost hard enough to hurt. Eunchae loved every second of it. Her cute butt bounced and her breasts jiggled with each wonderful thud of her brother behind her. Jae reached a hand in front to cup her perfect little globe in his hand, pinching a nipple and getting a squeal from his little sis.

"I'm bad?" Eunchae breathed.

"Yes you're bad..."

"Unghhh... why am I bad?" she teased

"Because of...mnphh... how much you like your brother fucking you... both your brothers." Jae said, not missing a single thrust. Eunchae's whole body buzzed as she thought of the treatment she was getting by yet another brother.

"God I do... oouhh... and I want you to cum in me again...." she moaned, "is that bad too?"

Jae was approaching the point of no return once again. The words his little sister spoke were so incredible, so forbidden, and he badly wanted to appease her.

"Are you going to cum in me again Jae?" Eunchae asked when her brother had been too overcome to respond.

"Yes little one, keep talking like that and I'll...ohhfuck... do it soon too."

"Gooood...unghhh... I want you to. Cum in my pussy Jae!" she howled, getting louder and closer to her climax.

"Fuck Eunchae..." was all Jae could manage.

This time, it was Eunchae whose body was overtaken by the pinnacle of her pleasure, the unstoppable force that coursed through her and left her little to no control of her body.

Her hands slipped down and her whole body pressed against the glass as her muscles tensed. Jae sensed it most in the snug little tunnel he'd buried into with the stroke that took her over the edge. Her insides clamped down upon him, and Eunchae cried out as she came. It would have been quite a sight from the outside, Eunchae's lithe little body pressed against the glass, her tits overflowing at her sides as her brother fucked her from behind.

Jae was done in with one more moan from his teenage sister. He tucked his face into her neck, feeling her fragrant hair graze his cheek as he released into her yet again. Eunchae felt her whole body against the glass as Jae pinned her from behind and came.

If she had been lost before, Eunchae felt removed from the earth as Jae painted her insides with life and warmth. The warmth seemed to spread as it filled her, from the fateful depths of her womb all the way to an intense spot behind her eyes. Its energy found her palms on the glass and the tips of her toes, curled against the tile floor.

Her ecstasy was breathtaking; it made Jae throb an amount of sperm into her that rivaled the first. He held her, wincing as his cock spurted white ropes of warmth against every inch of her walls, her cervix and her womb.

She couldn't believe it: not where they were, not who she was with, and not the exhilarating feeling of her orgasm, which was finally relenting as Eunchae took in her surroundings.

Jae felt the strength return to Eunchae's body. She was able to hold herself off the glass once more, and he didn't find himself supporting her weight at the hips. He kissed her neck and backed off a little so he wasn't pressing her too firmly forward.

They stood in place. Jae could see his little sister heaving from behind. He could feel her pussy easing up on him little by little. He was out of breath himself and felt droplets of sweat on his brow and his back. Eunchae's whole body had a sheen from her exhaustion. A few heavy moments followed while they caught their breath.

Finally, Eunchae stood up on her toes. No matter how much she loved it, just then the feeling of her brother's penis cramming her full was too much for her recently untouched pussy to bear.

As he slid from her, they both felt gravity and tautness push some of the sperm out after him. It landed on his softening cock, a bit of it dripped down Eunchae's toned little thighs and some made it to the floor below them. The utter forbiddenness of it made the siblings abundantly satisfied.

Eunchae turned around and leaned back against the glass, looking her naked big brother up and down. Jae did the same. He saw the utter mess the two of them had made below, the beauty of his sister's perfect body and the look of love and content on her pretty face.

They shared that look, gazing at each other deeply as they came to terms with what they'd shared. Jae spoke first.

"Had enough yet?"

Eunchae smiled wide, "Oh my god, I don't think I can take anymore for a whole week!"

"Whoa..." Jae complained, wrapping his arm around his sister and pulling her towards him, "that is NOT going to work for me."

She giggled adorably, "Okay maybe not a week, but still... I feel like I might sleep for the rest of the day."

"Good," Jae said proudly, "and you definitely drained me like you promised!"

They both glanced down. The sight below was prolific; it seemed to tell every second of what had just transpired between them. Eunchae found herself grinning naughtily.

"Yeah, jeez, thank God I'm good about taking my birth control," Eunchae sighed, "you came so much, I thought it would never stop!"

"I couldn't help it, I've never had such intense sex with someone before, or someone I love as much as you..." Jae confessed.

Eunchae melted, it was an uncharacteristic display of affection that Eunchae was beyond grateful to hear from him.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes Eunchae, I think you've ruined me."

"God I love you so much," she said, kissing his chest and then standing up to kiss him on the lips, "and after that, you can have me any time you want me."

It was all Jae needed to hear. He kissed his little sister deeply, reveling in the incredible change they were still fully playing out between them. He held her, his hands roaming and his love deepening madly for her.

Jae actually found himself feeling excited to talk to his brother about the morning with Eunchae. Now that they shared a similar experience with her, it would be fun to hear how things might have been different. He looked forward to the next time the three of them could be alone together. Jae suggested the two of them should take a shower before going back down to meet the family to which Eunchae eagerly agreed.

"Are you going to let Jinwoo do the same thing with you?" Jae asked, curiously.

"Ummm... I hadn't really thought about it, but maybe. Why, do you want me not to?"

"No, it's cool, he'd probably love to. I just wondered if I should leave that out when we talk about it."

Eunchae looked shocked, "I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I thought maybe you guys would talk about it, but I had this feeling the two of you were scheming behind my back."

"We weren't scheming!" Jae defended, laughing. He turned the shower on for them and stepped back close to his frustrated little sister.

"Okay, but how long have you been talking about me, like... sexually?" Eunchae asked pointedly.

Jae considered lying, but that wouldn't be fair, "Okay, it hasn't been 'sexual,' all along, but remember that one morning when we were both sitting in the kitchen a couple weeks ago and you were wearing that concert t-shirt without a bra?"

Eunchae thought hard, "yeah, kinda... why?" She stepped under the shower and sighed to feel the relaxing stream of water.

"Well, we just sorta... bonded when I caught Jinwoo looking. We both think you're fucking gorgeous and I just called him out for it!"

"And what happened after that?" Eunchae asked, smiling when her brother called her 'gorgeous,' but trying not to show how much she appreciated the compliment.

"Well, I was trying to help Jinwoo with girls and I guess he was kinda helping me in a way, so we... sorta... experimented with you." He had a very apprehensive look on his face as he told her the truth.

"DAN!" Eunchae said, smacking him on the chest and splashing water into both their faces. "YOU 'EXPERIMENTED' WITH ME!???"

"Yeah... I guess we did... I'd say I was sorry but then..." Jae deliberately ran his eyes over Eunchae's now-wet and naked body. He was clearly unapologetic.

"Is that why you guys were acting so weird these last couple weeks? Jinwoo was really talkative and you and I started hanging out more? And the way you touched me in In-sik's car!" She was putting all the pieces together and had no idea how to feel about it.

"I guess so... come on Eunchae, don't be mad at me. We weren't trying to play you or anything, it just sort-of... developed."

Eunchae thought back to the last few weeks. She recalled the nights she'd gone to bed feeling confused and yet excited about something that had happened with Jinwoo or Jae that day. She recalled how easily it had come to put away feelings of guilt and simply appreciate the exciting, new, and mostly innocent attention from her brothers. Seeing where she now stood and how much she'd LOVED the last few days with her brothers, she couldn't stay mad for long. She wasn't about to give up that card yet, though.

"You are SO in trouble..." she stated flatly, turning away from him and washing herself. Jae did exactly what she should have expected and approached her from behind. She was smiling as he wrapped his arms around her, though she made no indication with her body that she appreciated his touch.

"I know we should have talked to you about it sooner," he admitted, "but we were both caught up. You are the most incredible...sexy... brilliant... and complex girl I think either of us have ever encountered. We didn't want to spoil it."

Jae could feel his little sister relaxing in his arms, though he didn't expect to be off the hook for a second.

"I love you." Eunchae stated, almost angrily. It got a laugh from her oldest brother.

"I love you too Eunchae." He squeezed her once before letting go.

The two of them washed off, and by the time Eunchae got into a new bathing suit, it seemed she'd let go of any residual anger over what had been going on behind her back. She DID fully intend to make both her brothers beg her for any more attention. She'd definitely spend the rest of the day coming up with the most physically demanding game she could possibly imagine if she was going to let them at her again. But the truth was, Eunchae knew it wouldn't be long before she wanted one or both of them again, badly. She was addicted, and the naughty little brunette fully intended to get the most out of their vacation; they still had more than half of it left.

She and Jae horse-played and chatted on the way down. Eunchae actually surprised her brother with how open she was about the positions they'd done, how it all felt, and how she wanted him to fuck her next, 'If he ever got the chance,' she'd said with a snarky, sideways glance.

"Where have you two been!?" Their mom asked, laying on one of the lounge chairs when they finally returned.

"Yeah..." goaded Jinwoo. He was pretty sure he and Eunchae's first time had not lasted nearly as long. Twice he'd had to fend off their parents when asked where his siblings had gotten to.

"Well, WE were up early, unlike you losers," joked Eunchae, "so we walked down the beach to that other resort."

Eunchae and Jae had gotten their story straight as they walked back down. Not that she was averse to fibbing to her parents, but Eunchae felt a bit of extra naughtiness that she could still feel her brother's cum inside her as she did.

"How was it?" asked their dad, "Worth the walk?"

"Yeah, it was nice," lied Jae, "not that different from ours though. We can go down there later if you guys want."

And with that, their parents were none the wiser. Eunchae smiled knowingly and Jae, and then at Jinwoo with an apprehensive grin. She saw that he was probably eager for his next shot with her, and touched his leg in quite an un-sisterly way when she was sure their parents weren't looking.

"I heard you guys 'bonded' about all this a while ago, huh?" she said at some point, raising her eyebrows to him. Jinwoo knew immediately that his older brother had spilled the beans. He had expected it eventually.

Jinwoo laughed unintentionally. "I guess we did."

Eunchae gave him the same look she'd given Jae back at the room. It only served to fuel his desire for her more. Her attitude, her body, her smile... everything about Eunchae was what he wanted most in a girl.

Jae was thinking something quite the same as Eunchae settled on a towel in between her two brothers. She lay back and let them stare, there was no use in pretense anymore. As she dozed off, desperately needing to rest after her romp with the brother on her left, Eunchae felt their admiration blanketing her - warmer than the sun.

If the remainder of the vacation was to be anything like the beginning, she was going to need her rest.

#lesserafim smut #eunchae smut #gg smut #kpop smut #male reader smut #lesserafim #eunchae #smut #kpop #lesserafim eunchae #girl group smut

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precupidarchive · 6 months ago

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─── b2b

WC ─── eight hundred twenty-seven

GENRE ─── fluff, just fluff, idk kinda angsty though, established relationship

SYNOPSIS ─── sleeping with you is hard, but sleeping without you is even harder for jake.

MARI NOTES ─── not proofread bc i literally just finished writing this </3 very very self indulgent, i literally could not stop thinking of sleepy and cuddly jake and that one quote “not when it’s you” m(_ _)m please enjoy and leave feedback if you’d like <3

Jake is not used to noisy sleepers. He is not used to people who are constantly moving in their sleep. And he sure as hell isn’t used to being punched in the face during slumber.

However, that doesn’t mean he won’t sleep with you. In fact, because you’re you, Jake willingly allows you to torture him in your sleep. That’s how much he adores you. He’ll take every punch, every slap, and every kick just to hold you close when you’re away in dreamland.

Yes, he does lose a lot of sleep. Yes, he does have large dark circles. And yes, he falls asleep during his classes. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop sleeping with you.

“Jake. I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

The statement is enough to send Jake’s heart and mind into a frenzy. Are you mad at him? Did he do something wrong? How does he not know?

His puppy dog eyes are enough to give away that something is amiss and you pout at him, “I’m not mad. Just so you know.”

His voice is wobbly when he replies, “Then why? Do you hate me?”

Well. He wasn’t supposed to say that, but it comes out anyways.

You laugh, patting his cheek, “No, of course not! I just think you deserve a good night’s rest. I know how hard it is to sleep within my general vicinity, so I want you to have the bed tonight.”

Jake’s eyes go big and he grabs the hand that rests on his cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against your skin. “Thank you, my love. You’re so sweet.”

Truth be told, Jake is not looking forward to sleeping alone. Despite how difficult it is to sleep with you, he’s gotten used to the disarray that comes with sharing a bed every night. He’s used to falling off the bed, being whacked in the face, and your random murmurs every so often. He doesn’t know how he’ll cope without your warmth radiating from your side of the bed.

The night goes on, and suddenly, the night sky is draped with clouds and stars, the moon hung low in the sky. Jake pouts at you from his spot on the bed, pillow in his arms, as he watches you do your skincare routine, “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me? Like a thousand percent sure?”

A chuckle leaves your lips, “Yes. You should sleep for more than four hours. You deserve to.”

His heart hurts at that statement. He wants to sleep so badly, but not without you. Eight hours of sleep without you is nothing compared to the four hours he gets with you.

Jake follows you to the couch, which has been pulled out into a bed, and stands in front of it. His arms are spread out like a starfish, preventing you from going any closer. “Please. I’m desperate. I want to sleep with you.”

“Jake, but you should have a night to yourself where you can sleep soundly,” the way you sound almost sad makes Jake rethink his begging. “Just one night, Jake. Then I’m all yours.”

His arms drop to his sides and he holds out a pinky, “Promise?”

“Promise,” you smile, intertwining your little fingers.

Two hours after you’ve gone to bed, Jake lays limply and alone in the dark. His eyes are glued to the ceiling, his ears glued to the snoring coming from outside the bedroom. He hasn’t slept a wink at all and all he can think about is how much he misses you and your sleeping form.

Huffing, he pushes himself off the bed, and walks to the living room. You sound like a hacksaw, sprawled out along the couch. The comforter is on the floor and your pillows have been tossed to the side.

Jake picks up a pillow, dusting it off quickly, and places it under your head. He takes the other pillow and places it next to yours. Slipping into the spot beside you, he sighs as your warmth envelopes him and the back of your hand whacks him softly on the cheek.

Feeling the impact, you open one eye and whisper, “Jake? What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping already?”

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” he mumbles. You shift so Jake can position you in his arms.

“I thought my sleeping bothered you, so I wanted you to sleep alone for once. Y’know, sleep peacefully,” you admit. The grogginess in your voice makes Jake’s heart flutter, but your confession makes him feel like he’s sinking.

“You could never bother me. I love you,” Jake replies. He digs his nose in your neck and leaves a chaste kiss. “Nothing about you could bother me. I adore everything about you.”

Sniffling, you turn in Jake’s hold so you can look into his eyes. “I love you,” you say, trying to kiss Jake’s lips. Your brows furrow as he dodges your kiss. “What?”

“Sorry, babe,” Jake laughs breathlessly. “You got sleepy breath.”

“Whatever,” you pout.

Jake runs a hand through your hair and kisses your forehead, “Let’s just go back to bed.”

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muqingslover · 4 months ago

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hiii, can you please share more goofy habits caleb has while sharing a bed with u 💝

[ By popular demand i'm here to share extra thoughts on Caleb's sleeping habits! Kinda of a part two to this, in case you missed! ]

Oh boy there's so much to unpack here. We all know Caleb has experienced a loooot of bad things and has not worked through them in an actual healthy way at all. He is also a master at hiding it from you, but you can get a glimpse of how damaged he truly is during bedtime.

First of all, you will rarely, if ever, catch him sleeping on an actual bed. Or sleeping at all to be honest. What Caleb does is take power naps whenever he can on his couch at the office or when he's at your place waiting for you to. The one to (partially) blame for this is his chronic insomnia. I like to believe Caleb has always been a very light sleeper and it's only gotten worse throughout the years— The sound of a door opening is enough for him to be wide wake in a matter of seconds. Trust issues anyone?

When he wakes up, if alone, his go-to activity is working out. He'll do push-ups or leave the house for a loooong late night jog, anything that will tire his body out since he's wired up. Then, he takes a freezing cold shower to reboot his system and either starts to work early or sits down to solve some calculus problems to prevent his mind from thinking about anything else since it's 98% of the time never anything good.

To add to that, the main reason as to why his insomnia is so bad is the fact he has nightmares on an almost daily basis. They're often about you in some way and he wakes up panicking about where you are, how you are, if you're with someone else, why you aren't here with him instead and if you plan on leaving him. That's why it's so crucial for Caleb that you stay somewhere he can see you whenever he needs to. Otherwise, his anxiety will gnaw at him until he just shows up unprompted on your front door in the middle of the night.

On the topic of nightmares, next thing on the list is a more...sensitive one: His reactions to nightmares that involves the abuse Caleb himself went through. I say sensitive because this man is a trained soldier and he wakes up in very high alert which, sometimes, means he might hurt you by pure reflex similar to retired war veterans.

The first time you woke up with his hands tightly wrapped around your neck you seriously thought you were a goner. The sound of your voice calling his name was fortunately enough to make him snap out of the haze he was trapped in, believing he was under the threat of the ghosts of his past and had to defend himself before it was him the one who would end up dead. You have always been his anchor, it was not a surprise that you were the only one able to pull him back even in a moment like this.

Regardless if he had been in control or not, Caleb would blame himself until his last day on this world. He wouldn't sleep (Key word being sleep because he will stay in bed with you, he just won't *sleep*) on the same bed as you anymore after this and instead spends his nights on a mattress on the floor next to you. The sight of your bruised neck and the tears in your eyes because of his hands, because of him, only serve as fuel for his nightmares. He doesn't even want to imagine what would've happened if you hadn't been able to speak loudly enough to wake him up.

"Caleb is a big spoon!!" people yell at me and I agree! However! If you want this man to have some peaceful sleep then the only way to achieve that is to have him laying on your chest where he can both listen to your steady heartbeat and feel your warmth as he holds you. Run your fingers through his hair and promise him you'll be right there when he wakes up to soothe his anxieties as much as possible and he might just sleep throughout the entire night.

Moving on to more sweet thoughts so we don't end on a bitter note— He has serious beef with the plushies you own, specifically the ones you hug to sleep. I mean, he's right here? Hello??? Why would you want to hug that fat ass bear of yours. If your plushie goes missing one day through suspicious means don't be sad because you can just cuddle him! He promises he'll behave this time!

Another silly thing is Caleb cannot keep his hands to himself when the two of you are sharing a bed. Literally. His hands have a will of their own and they must be touching you at all times in some way. That also means he will bother you by torturing tickling you non-stop until you're on the verge of tears. He loves the sound of your joyful laughter and how red your face gets while you try to escape the evil tickle monster so I'm afraid there's no way to get him to actually stop.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #lads #lads x reader #lnds #lnds x reader #caleb love and deepspace #lads caleb #caleb x reader #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #caleb lnds #caleb angst #kinda #caleb fluff #also kinda #hahaha

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cheolieji · 3 months ago

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Can u write a Seungcheol arranged marriage trope. Kinda enemies to lovers.pleasee😭been searching something like this for so longg

arranged love - choi seungcheol

wc: 3k~

pairing: wife!reader x husband!seungcheol

genre: e2l, a little angst, arranged marriage (obvi), suggestive (at the end but not rlly)

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A/N: it's barely enemies to lovers rlly, just two people who doesn't wanna be in an arranged marriage, but oh well it worked out In the end.

You hated him the moment he opened his mouth.

“I hope you don’t snore,” Seungcheol says, sliding into the seat beside you at your engagement dinner like it’s any other bland corporate meeting and not the night you’re being shackled to someone you barely tolerate.

You grip your champagne flute harder than necessary. “I hope you don’t breathe loudly. I’m a light sleeper.”

He glances at you, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth, and it grates on you more than it should. Everything about him grates. The way he takes up space. The way his tailored suit hugs his body like it was made just for him. The way he looks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking and enjoys watching you squirm in silence.

The whole room buzzes with congratulations and approval. Not for the love you’re about to begin, but the empire you’re about to merge. Your family. His. A perfect match on paper. The kind of marriage that brings investors to their feet and reporters to their keyboards.

You don’t love him. You don’t even like him. And yet, you’re expected to stand beside him, smile for the cameras, and wear the diamond on your hand like it’s anything but a shackle.

“You really don’t want this either, do you?” you murmur under your breath.

He sips his wine and leans in, his voice low enough to make your pulse stutter. “Does anyone ever want a deal like this? We play our parts. That’s what we do.”

You meet his eyes. There’s no warmth in them. Just recognition. You’re both pawns in the same game, and somehow, that makes you hate him more.

The wedding is a blur of white and gold. Flashbulbs. Applause. Vows that feel like theater.

He doesn’t kiss you on the lips. Just brushes a chaste kiss to your cheek, which earns a round of coos from the audience. In the photos, you look perfect. Elegant. United.

Behind the scenes, you avoid his gaze. He avoids your touch.

The wedding night is no different. The penthouse is silent when you arrive. You kick off your heels and march toward the bedroom without waiting for him. The ensuite bathroom becomes your temporary escape. You scrub off your makeup like it’s guilt, brush your hair with aggression, and when you open the door again, he’s lying on the bed shirtless, scrolling through his phone like he owns the world.

You pause.

“You could have waited.”

“I figured you'd want the couch,” he says without looking up.

“I figured you would take it.”

He sets his phone down and meets your gaze. “Trust me. I’m not trying to sleep next to you either. We can switch tomorrow.”

You say nothing. Just cross the room and climb into bed with as much space between you as the king-sized mattress allows.

You stare at the ceiling for hours, body tense, every inhale of his enough to keep you from sleep.

The first few weeks are cold.

You operate like coworkers who hate each other. You rotate nights on the couch. Argue over trivial things—whose turn it is to restock the fridge, where the spare keys should go, who forgot to RSVP to that charity auction. Seungcheol has this way of staying maddeningly calm while you burn.

He makes coffee exactly the way you like it and never says a word about it.

You fold his dress shirts when they’re in the dryer and tell yourself it’s because wrinkled clothes reflect badly on you, not him.

You start to notice the way he reads before bed, how he runs his fingers along the page edges. How he cracks his knuckles when he's thinking. How his voice drops when he’s on a late-night call in the living room, unaware that you’re listening from the hallway.

He’s irritatingly considerate. Not nice. Never sweet. Just… thoughtful in ways you didn’t expect.

You catch him watching you sometimes. At dinners. Across the room. When you laugh too hard at something someone else said. His eyes soften just slightly before he looks away.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. He’s just playing his part.

But one night, everything shifts.

You’ve had a long day. An even longer dinner event with more fake smiles and one too many invasive questions about your nonexistent honeymoon.

When you step into the penthouse, you kick off your heels and sigh loudly, expecting silence.

But Seungcheol’s there. In the kitchen. Two glasses of wine already poured. His tie is loose, sleeves rolled up. He looks at you like he’s been waiting.

“You okay?” he asks, voice gentle in a way that makes you pause.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

He hands you the wine without pushing.

You sit across from him at the counter, sipping in silence.

“I’m tired of this,” you say after a moment.

“This… marriage?” he asks.

You nod. “Not the marriage. The pretending. The cold war we’re fighting. I can’t keep being angry all the time.”

He looks at you for a long time. “Then stop.”

Your brow furrows. “It’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Because what would you even say? That you don’t know how to trust him? That the way he looks at you now makes your heart pound? That you’ve hated him for so long it’s become part of your routine, and letting that go means risking something else entirely?

He sets his glass down and steps closer.

Too close.

“I’m not pretending when it’s just us,” he says quietly.

Your breath hitches.

“You’re the one who acts like you can’t stand being in the same room,” he adds, voice low, nearly a whisper. “But you’re always looking at me.”

“So are you,” you shoot back.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes dark. “I am.”

He lifts his hand slowly, giving you time to pull away.

You don’t.

His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His touch is warmer than you expect. Careful. Like he’s afraid to push too far.

Your voice is barely audible. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “But I think about you more than I should.”

That’s all it takes.

You surge forward first.

Your mouths crash together in a kiss that’s messy and hot and far too long overdue. His hands slip into your hair as your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not soft. Not romantic. It’s months of tension and resentment and unspoken want, igniting like a match to dry kindling.

You gasp when he presses you against the counter, the edge digging into your hips. His lips move to your neck and you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as heat pools low in your stomach.

“I still hate you,” you breathe.

He chuckles against your throat. “You say that, but you’re pulling me closer.”

“I want to bite you.”

“Do it.”

You do.

He groans, and something about the sound makes you dizzy.

When he lifts you onto the counter, your legs wrap around his waist without thinking. His hands press into your thighs, mouth never leaving yours, and you wonder how you ever convinced yourself you didn’t want this.

You break the kiss only to breathe, foreheads pressed together, lips swollen, pulse racing.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you whisper.

His thumb brushes along your lower lip. “Doesn’t have to. We don’t have to label it.”

“So what are we?”

He pauses. Smiles faintly. “Married.”

You laugh, breathless. “God, I really do hate you.”

“No,” he says, voice like velvet. “You don’t.”

You pull him in again, and this time there’s no hesitation.

No pretending.

Only heat. Only hands. Only the taste of red wine and the quiet sound of your name on his lips like it’s something he’s been waiting to say in the dark.

And you let him.

Because maybe this marriage started as convenience.

But tonight, it feels like something else entirely.

The End.

(for now)

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heaven4lostgirls · 8 months ago

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hello luv! Could you possibly do a poly! marauders with reader who has issues sleeping like some times she can’t sleep for three nights straight and the next day she’ll fall asleep in the middle of class and can’t keep her eyes open? xxx

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: request above!

warnings: mentions of not sleeping well, insomnia? not sure. mentions of regulus also not sleeping well.

word count: 2.1K

a/n: really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy it! thanks for the request

The emptiness on your side of James’ bed is what wakes him up. He blinks blearily as he stretches to reach over to your side of the bed. He’s greeted by an untouched duvet and perfectly stacked pillows.

As if you had never come to bed at all.

Worry gnaws at his heart as he turns over to look at Remus and Sirius’ beds to check if maybe you snuck off to them instead.

Instead, all he sees is Pete’s snoring figure underneath his covers and Remus and Sirius cuddled up together on the latter’s bed as the former’s bed looks unfortunately similar to the right side of his bed.

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and thinks better than waking up Remus and Sirius to find you. He grasps his glasses off of his nightstand and tiptoes to his trunk to grab the map.

With a quick glance he’s surprised to find you in the Gryffindor common room, not far at all.

He stuffs the map back into his trunk as he grabs a jumper that he tugs on as he walks sleepily out of the dorm and down the stairs.

He’s greeted by the sight of you curled up on the long sleeper couch in front of the fire as you have one of Remus’ novels in your hands.

He can see the tiredness wearing you down and the frustration that you can’t seem to give into it.

His feet shuffle against the marble floor which alerts you to his presence, you take a quick glance and frown worriedly as you catch a sleep befuddled James shuffling towards you.

He collapses on top of you with an uncoordinated movement and you let out a small whoosh of air.

“You didn’t come to bed” he murmurs into your neck before he sighs out blissfully as your hands cascade into his curls.

“I couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to worry you” you murmur back, and he frowns softly before pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I would have helped” he frowns and you smile before pulling your hand out of his hair and smoothing out the frown lines on his face.

“S’okay, I’m used to it” you shrug offhandedly and James lips tug down again.

“I’m sorry love” James says and his big brown eyes blink lovingly and morosely at you.

You only shake your head and push him to lay back down on your shoulder.

“Not your fault Jamie, s’just how it is” you say and go back to running your hands through his hair..

He lets out small puffs of breath against your collarbone as you feel his form start to melt into you.

You’re unjustifiably jealous as you realise he’s fallen back to sleep, his breathing evening out to notify you enough that he’s no longer conscious

You feel your frustration rising and your form tensing enough that it has James whining in his sleep and snuggling into you harder.

You relax, helpless against your boyfriend as you try to keep your tears at bay.

You just wanted to sleep. It wasn’t fair that you had to work twenty times harder than the average person just to do something your body should do naturally.

It had been days since you had last gotten a proper nights sleep, you’d been relying on naps that lasted anywhere from 20 minutes to 2 hours at most.

It was enough to have you functioning but too little that people had started noticing, Sirius had tried to spray some of his lavender oil onto your pillow which had only assaulted your nostrils.

Remus had offered to give you a massage to help ease the tension in your muscles and relax you but that had only worked until he had stopped.

James had volunteered to do some quidditch practice together but that had only resulted in sore muscles in which Remus had to massage.

In conclusion, you were fucked.

Truly, you had tried everything, and you knew the only way to really go through this process was to wait it out.

Your boyfriends were less than willing to let you wait it out, they hated the idea of knowing you were struggling without being able to help.

You turn your gaze to the fire as you watch the flames crackle in the darkness of the semi-lit common room.

Time continues to pass and soon the sun is taking the place of the moon in the window behind you. As the sun rises, you shuffle carefully out from under James as you leave him with a pillow to cuddle.

You make your way to your dorm and a quick casting of tempus tells you that it’s 5 minutes past 6AM.

Early enough for none of your roommates to be awake but late enough for it to be acceptable for you to be getting ready.

You understand this is your reality, something you have to deal with. Some things come easier for you than it does for others and vice versa. It’s just unfortunate yours had to be a healthy sleep schedule.

As you go through your morning routine you cycle through explanations you can give to people about why you weren’t in bed and why you were up so early.

Fortunately, there was an astronomy assignment you could use as a scapegoat for your sleepless endeavours.

Less fortunately, the only people who wouldn’t believe your lies were the only people you really wished would.

Remus, Sirius and James were all too aware of the fact that you struggled with sleeping, and you harboured some resentment towards yourself for stressing them out over such a trivial matter.

At least that was how you saw it.

By the time you had finished your morning routine, taken a shower and dressed into your uniform, it was 7AM. Breakfast would only start at half past, so you had time to wonder around the castle a bit and get some studying done.

Considering your lack of sleep, you were already quite ahead in assignments, nearly as ahead as Remus and Lily.

Those two really were the swots they swore they weren’t.

You make your way out of your dorm quietly as you grab your bag, as you pass through the common room you take a second to take in James’ sleeping form as you press a sweet kiss on his forehead.

He smiles in his sleep which brings a soft one to your face as you walk out of the portrait hole.

The castle is lovely early in the morning, quiet and undisturbed by the bustling crowds of Hogwarts students that will soon plague the halls.

Now you can admire how the sun warms the walls of the outer barriers and how some of the portrait’s chatter to themselves in a quiet symphony.

The library is open, so you make your way there, slipping into a familiar alcove as you open the book you had been reading the night before.

The unfortunate side effects of reading whilst running on no sleep catches up to you as you feel your eyelids start to flutter.

You wish this would’ve happened last night, or really any of the other nights you had tried to get some rest.

Since you can’t afford to miss your classes for the day, you shake yourself awake and make your way to breakfast as soon as possible.

As you reach the doors of the great hall, you’re met with the scrutinizing gazes of your boyfriends as they sleepily look over all the students who have also decided to have an early breakfast.

You’re shocked, truly.

It’s one thing for Remus to be out of bed and at breakfast early, he’s only grouchy until he has a cup of coffee, James basically lives for early mornings but what really takes the cake is whoever let Sirius get up before 8AM.

He looks like he’s taken a shower and done his usual morning routine, but you can see him complaining as he stabs his eggs, his sleep really is important to him.

As you make your way to the Gryffindor table, you catch the sight of Regulus and Barty at the Slytherin table.

You know he also has trouble sleeping, many nights of meeting and bonding in the astronomy tower had told you that much. Before you two had gotten into relationships, those nights had been your crutch.

You both share a small smile before you pass them, James nudges Sirius harshly in the side at the sight of you, which in turn causes a chain reaction of Sirius yelping and pushing Remus which causes him to spill his coffee and let out a string of curses.

The chaos stops when you reach the bench in front of them and take a seat, there’s only silence. Which surprises you, silence has never been synonymous with the marauders.

“You lot are awake early” you remark softly as you smile and take your seat. They all exchange a glass before Remus clears his throat and looks at you.

“Where were you?” he asks, not confrontationally, just curious

Your shoulders migrate to your ears as you offer them all a soft shrug, “I was in my dorm, why?” you ask

You see Remus hesitate before James jumps in, “I woke up alone in the common room” he says sadly and you frown in sympathy.

“I’m sorry Jamie, I just couldn’t-” you start

“Sleep, we know” the three of them chorus together and your cheeks warm.

“Sorry” you mumble as you push your breakfast around on your plate.

“Nothing to be sorry for angel, we just wish you’d come to us” Sirius offers placatingly, and you nod numbly

“It’s just, hard y’know?” you say

“We know, but we want to take care of you” he replies, and you can only nod as you munch on your breakfast.

You can feel the tiredness catching up to you so instead of your usual glass of water or juice in the morning, you grab a cup of coffee to chug down before your first class.

The boys watch you with a nervous energy, three days of not sleeping is not good for anyone. You’re bound to crash out at some point.

You walk sluggishly alongside the boys to your DADA class and as you take a seat next to Remus, Sirius and James take their seats in front of the two of you.

You try and listen as the class continues, but the words start to blur as you glance at your textbook and black spots dart around your vision.

You allow yourself a few seconds to lay your head on the desk to rest, the soft scraping of Remus’ quill against the parchment and Sirius and James’ soft whispering lulls you to sleep.

Your breathing evens out as you fall asleep, cheek pressed against your textbook and hair framing your face.

Remus pauses in his note taking as he takes a quick glance to you. He huffs a small laugh as he catches your sleeping figure.

He turns backwards to catch the eyes of his boyfriends as he tilts his head to your sleeping form in amusement.

Although Sirius shares some of his amusement, James’ worry betrays itself in his eyes.

Sirius offers him a comforting smile before learning towards his boyfriend and whispering the word ‘cloak’ which has James’ smile shifting from worry to excitement.

Always one to skip class, James makes quick work of throwing the cloak over himself as Remus and Sirius try to act inconspicuous.

Remus shakes you awake softly as Sirius quickly levitates all of your belongings back into your bag which he slings over his shoulder.

You blink drowsily and look at Remus, who helps shift you towards James outstretched arms in the back corner on the class.

All you can do is sleepily walk into his arms as he wraps the cloak around the both of you as he carries you out of the class.

He waits outside to see Remus walk out the classroom confidently before a crash and a curse is heard before Sirius runs out of the class.

Remus looks at him with a baffled expression. “The fuck did you do?!” Remus asks incredulously.

Sirius gives him a glare, “hex Carrow, what’d you do?!”

“…Ask to go to the bathroom” Remus replies, and Sirius’ mouth drops open.

James huffs a laugh which has you jostling in his hold, he mutters a small apology as he adjusts you comfortably in his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around his neck.

“Dorm?” Sirius offers with a fond look to your face peaking out and Remus nods as they make the walk back to the dorm.

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earthsparked · 1 month ago

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I’ve been a semi-frequent lurker for a few months and I just wanted to tell you how much I love your content. I have a hard time finding anything reader-insert for transformers that isn’t nsfw, and it’s even harder to find platonic stuff.

Not trying to judge the people who like spicy stuff, but I just want to be friends with the giant space robots and I’m glad there’s content for that :3

I want to hangout, not make out lol

Aw, thank you!! I'm so glad! I am really really happy others are enjoying! <333

Hanging out with the mechs would be so damn good. Once you get past the initial hesitation and introductions, and they figure out that having humans around is good for everyone, they'd be like First Aid. Setting up little human traps to lure you into spending time around them.

Drift's is a little austere but so cozy. He carefully selected seating in colors that are supposed to be calming. There's a shelf of poetry books, and some art supplies and adult coloring books, and blank notebooks so you can express yourself. He's adjusted the lights to be warm and not too bright.

Hot Rod's has a minifridge full of every kind of junk food imaginable, a giant pile of cushions all in his own colors, and an absolutely massive television with a bunch of game systems. The game systems have racing and fighting and football games (and Animal Crossing).

First Aid has several scattered around the medbay, all equipped with water bottles, fruit, earplugs (!!!) and noise-canceling headphones, and a white noise machine. A few weighted blankets, and some carefully selected memory foam beds. There's even canopies to shade out the infirmary lights and drapes you can close to feel enclosed and safe. At least one is tucked into the wall, and they're all carefully out of range of mech feet.

Ratchet does not have any. He gets swarmed by humans anyway.

Optimus Prime is never in one place long enough to maintain a human trap, but he has a sleeper cab that is tricked tf OUT with pillows and fairy lights and books. Minifridge is empty but he always gets groceries delivered if you're coming with him somewhere. There's even some "Learn To ____" craft kits with things like crochet and knitting supplies. And, because a human specifically asked for it, translations of Megatron's early revolutionary works. Talking with humans about it has been surprisingly healing...

Jazz has the most elaborate setup, created for a lot of people to hang out at the same time. He has a whole arcade with BeatSaber, DDR and those sit-on racing games, a stupid huge sound system, movie theater with giant couches you just sink into. There's a popcorn machine and a drink station. (Prowl is pretty sure Jazz just stole the contents of a movie theater, but hasn't been able to prove it.) There are also a bunch of music instruments if you want to play, or learn to play.

Prowl has a human-sized desk for working, a leather couch, the fastest internet you ever saw in your life, every single streaming service, and a coffee bar. It's very quiet, very simple, but you absolutely won't be bothered by anyone else. Prowl will probably not even acknowledge you. It's the ultimate for parallel play.

Bumblebee would rather kidnap you and take you on patrol to where ever you want to go, so he can get you out of the base. There's a whole world out there! He carries extra changes of clothes and shoes and some toiletries in case you end up staying out a long time.

Hound has a little oasis that's practically an indoor temperate forest. Lots of plants, a huge indoor pond with fish and a fountain, a bench to sit on and bask in the light from a skylight. He'd probably invite you to help tend the plants and fish. Offer you some fresh-grown fruit from the trees.

Wheeljack's is officially considered a health hazard. There's boxes and boxes of spare parts and tools to play around with, spare chemicals for experimenting, lots of science texts from Cybertron that he translated (poorly) into Earth languages. A fire extinguisher (Red Alert insisted) and a first aid kit (First Aid insisted). Though most of the time if you're around Wheeljack, he's going to draft you into helping with whatever he's working on, instead.

Bluestreak's is understated but pleasant. He has a hammock set up with a very, very soft blanket and pillow, and he got Sunstreaker to paint a night-time mural with accurate star patterns as seen from Cybertron. There's a few little games and fidget toys, beanbags to toss around, one of those sticky dartboards with fuzzy balls to throw. He also starts a collection of stuffed animals.

Bulkhead has every single Lego set. All of them.

Tailgate and Cyclonus (mostly Tailgate) have messy playthings like silly string, water guns, sculpting clay, finger painting. There's a giant ball pit.

Arcee has actual guns, and a vast array of knives and swords. You're about to learn self-defense whether you want to or not.

Swerve has the most wild karaoke setup you have ever seen, or ever will see, and a clothes closet full of designer outfits and accessories in every possible size and fashion for performing. You're going to feel like a superstar.

Brainstorm has a 40-ounce Big Gulp of soda placed under a cardboard box, held up by a precariously balanced stick, which is attached to a suspicious string that trails off into the distance. The Big Gulp is a holographic projection.

Rung has puzzles, both the flat kind you put together and the 3D kind you have to solve. There's different colors of sand and sculpting tools for expressing yourself in a zen garden. There's a giant plush teddy bear big enough for you to climb in its lap, and calming music. Aromatherapy in pleasant fragrances. Also, lots and lots of candy.

Whirl has alcohol and fireworks.

#earthsparked asks #transformers x human #transformers x reader #human distribution system #humans are space cats

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leighsartworks216 · 9 months ago

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Nyctophobia

Sylus x gn!Reader

I still have to sleep with some sort of light on at night and I was like well what would Sylus think about this. And now here we are

Warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, kissing, nyctophobia (fear of the dark), embarrassment, fear, pet names, swearing, implied sexual content, established relationship

Word Count: 2,153

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You feel so fucking stupid. Not because you did something wrong or made a fool of yourself (yet), but because this dumb problem you had was so childish. Even a 10-year-old is braver than you, a literal fucking Hunter!

You pout at the nightlight on your laptop. Sylus’s black card sat on your coffee table, just waiting to be used. And yet, the thought of using a card with access to millions of dollars (perhaps billions), just to buy a nightlight, halted you in your tracks, He hadn’t even said much about anything else you’ve bought before, and what he did say usually encouraged you to buy more expensive, lavish things. Surely, he wouldn’t flinch at this at all.

But that stupid, unrelenting voice in your head made buying the light impossible.

Which sucked.

It really, really sucked.

‘Cuz every time you stay in the N109 Zone in Sylus’s manor-slash-base, your room is so dark. Being in the lawless area doesn’t help, either. All the violence and danger you’d seen walking in the streets at night painted visions of stalkers in the corner, murderers with knives under your bed, and worse, just waiting for you to close your eyes and sleep.

But you don’t want to impose on the nice atmosphere Sylus has cultivated in his home. So you sleep with the light off, clinging to your blankets and telling yourself over and over again that nobody else is in the room.

Your phone buzzing interrupts your pity party. You shut your laptop and place it on the table next to the card. It buzzes again as you pick it up.

What’s wrong, sweetie?

I’ve only seen you make that face when a plushie falls out of the claw

You look up at your window. Sure enough, Mephisto’s red eyes greet you.

Stop spying on me >:(

Fine

The mechanical crow disappears from sight. You can just barely hear his caws as he flies off back to the N109 Zone.

But my question still stands

It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it

Sweetie, if someone says not to worry about something, people are going to worry about it

Damn him for giving you a chance to tell the truth. And damn your brain for reminding you that if you tell him the truth, he’d probably laugh at you. What does he have to worry about when he sleeps anyway? He’s already a light sleeper, but he also sleeps during the day, when creeps skitter from shadow to shadow. He wouldn’t understand.

Like I said, it’s nothing

Nothing happens for a few moments. The little dots to signify he’s typing don’t even show up. You can’t help wondering what he’s doing. What he’s thinking.

Maybe he’s getting ready to start the night, getting into his car so Luke and Kieran can drive him around to his many business dealings. Or maybe he’s picking out a vinyl from his shelf, taking it from the paper casing with a delicacy only shared with you, and setting it up on his phonograph. Or maybe he’s mimicking you: sitting on the couch, staring at the phone, wondering what to say next.

The dots appear, finally.

Come to the N109 Zone, kitten

Let me cheer you up

If Mephisto was still lurking around, he’d have seen just how fast you packed your things and hopped onto your bike.

Yes, the N109 Zone is dark and scary and extremely dangerous at the best of times. Yes, you’d be forced to sleep in the dark once again. Yes, your mind would play tricks on you and you’d probably stay up all night anyway.

But Sylus is there. And you haven’t seen him for almost a week. Who could blame you for jumping at the opportunity to spend time with him now?

Sylus greets you at the door with an amused smirk. “You got here fast.”

You playfully glare at him, smacking his chest as you pass by. “There wasn’t any traffic,” you tease.

The manor is as dark as usual. If it’s not black, it’s dark red. If it’s not dark red, it’s the occasional white furniture or golden accent.

Sylus trails behind you as you beeline it straight to your room to drop off your stuff. He leans in the doorway as you toss your bag onto the plush bed. “You seem to be in a better mood now,” he hums.

“I always feel better when I get to see you.” You smile up at him. It’s a soft remark. Genuine. Not the usual joking, back-and-forth banter you’re usually all too happy to supply during your visits.

His expression melts into something just as tender. Just as honest. He casually pushes himself off the doorframe and crosses the few steps it takes to get to you. His hands cradle you like one of his precious antiques, tilting your face up while he cranes his neck until the world has shrunk to just this moment.

He grins. His eyes keep glancing down at your mouth. You grab onto his waist. Your fingers curl into his soft red sweater, desperate to keep him this close. His lips brush against yours, stealing the air from your lungs.

“Then let me make it worth your while.”

It’s still dark when you wake up. The navy blue behind the curtain carries no hint of light, reassuring your sleep-addled brain that there is still plenty of time before day.

You roll over, silk sheets caressing your bare form, fully intending to go right back to sleep. Cold air slips underneath the blanket. You shiver and pull it tighter around you. Without thinking, you reach out toward the other side of the bed. It’s too large for just one person. The bed is cold beneath your fingers, even as you reach out farther.

You blink open your eyes, blearily staring into the darkness, searching for some answer you can quite grasp yet.

What are you reaching for…?

You turn your face into your pillow, determined to ignore that strange feeling in your gut and enjoy the last hours of the night. The rich scent of bourbon and vanilla catch on the edge of your senses. It smells just like Sylus…

You open your eyes again. Where’s Sylus?

Your fingertips brush the edge of the bed as you reach out. A discordant chord of terror strikes in your heart as you quickly pull your hand back. Thoughts of something reaching out to grab you flood your mind. Your heart races, chasing off the last ounces of sleepiness from your body.

You pull the blanket even tighter around you, curling it under your feet and tucking it into your sides until you’re in a cocoon of safety. No matter how hard you strain your eyes, you can’t see anything. But in your mind, everything can see you.

You curl up into a pitiful ball.

You could get up, but you can’t. What if something grabs your ankles?

You could grab your phone, but you can’t. What if something is waiting in ambush and your phone is the bait?

You could do a thousand things to get out of this darkness. But you can’t, for a million reasons.

The door knob slowly turns. The only indication the door has opened at all is the sound of the lower edge brushing against the carpeted floor. No light comes in from the hall. It’s all pitch black. The door clicks shut.

You hold your breath.

Footsteps. Large, heavy footsteps. They don’t stomp. You’re not sure if it would be better if they did. They creep around the side of the bed.

You don’t move.

Weight shifts the mattress. Slowly. Deliberately.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You strain to hear anything else.

Something slides over your blankets.

You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see spots. You bite your lip to avoid making sound.

The something - a hand, you think - wraps around your waist.

You flinch.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. They’re gonna know you’re awake. They’re gonna cover your mouth or stab you or put a pillow over your face or-

“Kitten?”

Your body shudders as you finally let yourself breathe. You grab your pillow as you quickly sit up and swing it at the face of your lover.

“I thought you were gonna fucking kill me?!”

Sylus laughs, chucking the pillow back onto your side of the bed. You can’t see him in the dark, but your body can’t stop taking in every ounce of him that it can. His smell - the bourbon and vanilla tinged with a natural musk. His voice - that rich, lively sound of his laugh and the breaths he takes. His touch - his hand, trailing patterns over the blanket at your hip.

You crawl toward him, clinging to his chest like a koala. He’s still shirtless from your escapades. His hand slides to your back, pulling you in tighter to him. You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. You press your ear against him to hear more.

“Why would you think that?” he asks once he’s gathered himself.

You don’t answer. You squeeze him tighter.

“Sweetie?” The amusement is replaced with concern. His other arm wraps around you. The muscles tense with the slightest effort. He says your name.

Relief settles heavy in your bones. Tears prick at your eyes, while you remain utterly powerless to stop them. “It’s too dark,” you whimper. It’s all you can think to say.

His arms tighten around you as he rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him like you weigh nothing. He begins playing with your hair. “Does it scare you?” he asks softly.

You nod. You pull one of your hands out from around him to wipe the tears off your face and his chest.

God, you feel so fucking pathetic.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You don’t answer. His chest rises and falls with you on it, moving with his sigh. He pulls your hand away from your face and replaces it around him. You want to fight it. Complain about how gross it is to get all your tears on him. But he shushes you gently and you can’t find the strength to try.

“Do you want to go downstairs?”

You nod again.

The world shifts as he sits up with you. He pries you off of him so he can stand up, but he doesn’t go far. He grabs his sweater off the ground and helps you put it on. Then he goes through your dresser for some clean underwear. He helps you stand and slides them on. You don’t open your eyes. You don’t want to see the darkness. So you hold onto his shoulders. You put all your trust into him, and he refuses to betray it.

He lifts you into his arms like you’re a damn princess. Usually, he’d throw you over his shoulder, but not this time. This time he’s careful, treating you with the utmost care as he carries you down the stairs and to the living room. With a wave of his fingers, the lights turn on, black and red left in its wake.

“It’s not dark anymore,” he promises as he sits down. You keep your face safely tucked into his neck. He rests his cheek on your head. His fingers go back to your hair. His other hand rubs patterns against your bare thigh.

After a while, your terror finally dissipates completely. You can see the light shining through your closed eyelids. Feel its subtle warmth against your skin. When you find the strength to open your eyes, the warm, comfortable ambiance of Sylus’s home greets you once more.

You use the sleeve of his sweater to wipe at your face. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks. You cringe with embarrassment. “It’s stupid, I know.”

He hums noncommittally. “Is this what you were telling me not to worry about?” he asks instead.

You nod. “I was looking at… at nightlights,” you admit in a murmur.

“What kind?”

“Hm?” You pull back to look up at him. He lets you, meeting your gaze with a soft seriousness. “What d’you mean?”

He smirks slightly, eyebrow quirking upward. “I mean, what kind of nightlight would you like, sweetie? Fairy lights, a wall light, one of those animal-shaped ones that glows…”

You frown and look away. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“I’m asking,” he cups your cheek and guides your face to look at him, “so I can buy you one. Now, will you tell me, or do I have to buy every single nightlight on the market?”

You laugh despite yourself. “I have it pulled up on my laptop…”

He grins. “Good.” He pulls you into a chaste kiss. “Don’t hesitate to buy it next time. Or to tell me what’s wrong. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a sad kitten.”

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