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ngl im really proud of Remington right now. He looks so much healthier than he was and he looks so much happier and alive. I'm happy he's able to be where he is. He deserves good things and to be healthy and safe <3

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The Neighbour [4.1]

Masterlist

A/N: Alright people. A couple of you gave me a kick in the pants and luckily it was enough to light a fire under me and push this next instalment out for ya'll! Nothing too major plot wise happens here, but brothers are being brothers and Remington and Eva are still adorable. Enjoy!

Warnings: some mentions of familial trauma, some light smut

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The rain picked up hard that evening. Eva had settled in to the guest bedroom as well as she could expect: her clothes were hung up in a moth-ball scented closet, her old books laid out on the side table, and she sat up in bed with her laptop open. That was never an oddity.

The fact that it was completely empty was...

Eva's first dinner back with her family went as well as could be expected. Her father had ordered Indian cuisine from the same little restaurant around the corner from their house, and it was convenient because they delivered. However, no matter how delicious she remembered the tandoori being, Eva couldn't shake the rippling anxiety threatening to bubble over from within.

It pained her to admit it, especially because her father had picked it off so well, but Eva felt like a stranger in her own home. And for the life of her, she couldn't shake this feeling. The freshly painted walls bore down over her, the old pictures on the walls mocked her presence. There was hardly anything to commemorate her or her siblings being a big, happy family. Has our house always felt so empty? she wondered.

And the simple answer was no, because it didn't feel so empty when it was the three kids, her father and her mother living under one roof. A family of five was going to be chaotic, to say the least. However, after her mother left Eva could pinpoint just like a dart in a cork board that she began to realize how distant the Kuznetsov family was from each other. Her father was always away teaching long college lectures, leaving the kids to fend for themselves. And even when he was home, he'd have them distracted with some extra curriculars so they wouldn't bother him. Magda was a social butterfly in her teen years and was out almost every night, while Greg would toil away in the study and play video games on hours with his online friends. And of course, one could expect to find a young Eva locked up in her room, losing herself in her own imagination.

After dinner, Eva excused herself to freshen up. Of course, she couldn't help but stop at her old bedroom; pushing the door open and immediately being hit with the familiar scent of old glue intermingled with baby powder. The room was still unfinished, hence there were a couple boxes from IKEA sitting in the corner and a dripping can of paint on a tarp. Her old bed was gone and in its place was the cradle set up for a toddler's bed. Arleth, the niece Eva had met maybe twice, would be staying in here when she came to visit her grandfather.

Perhaps what knicked at Eva's heart the most was the old bookshelf in the corner, once packed with the spines of some of the greatest American and Europeans novels she could scrounge up in old book stores. Now in their place were some small stuffed animals, and a photo of Magda, Arleth, and Magda's baby daddy boyfriend. It was a polaroid from the boardwalk at Pike Place, and Eva swore they used to have a family portrait just like that.

Eva walked out immediately, coming to rest against the door she'd just slammed behind her. She inhaled sharply, blinking back hot tears as the realization settled in that she had been practically erased from existence in this house.

But an even tougher question lay before her: did her family wipe her out, or did she do that herself?

Because like it or not, her father was right again in that Eva was unhappy here so she forged ahead to find somewhere that did. And she was successful, but at what cost did she have to pay?

"Eva?" her train of thought broke and her eyes snapped to Greg. He stood at the foot of the stairs, having just come up, and his usually blank or jovial expression was replaced with concern, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded swiftly, " -- Just wanted to see the renovations,"

Greg nodded awkwardly, knowing fully well just what his sister had been thinking, "Eva, we didn't --"

"Where are my books?"

"The old ones?"

"Yeah!"

"They're in my room," he explained, "Dad wanted to put them in the attic but it gets so freakin' damp up there, I worried they might get moldy or something,"

Eva began to relax, "Oh. You kept them?"

"Of course! I figured you'd probably want to take them with you if you --" Greg's tongue slipped before he could stop himself. He inhaled sharply, "When you came back,"

Eva's eyes then averted to the ground, a weighted guilt beginning to gnaw in her gut. She couldn't really blame Greg, his point was valid no matter how much it hurt to hear aloud.

"Thanks," she whimpered softly.

Greg's focus switched between his own bedroom door, than the stairwell, then his door again. Without a word, he disappeared inside, and Eva decided for a moment that he'd either gone to get said books, or he was turning in for the night on their half-wilted conversation. However, Greg reappeared thirty seconds later with a blue plastic tube. He eyed her curiously.

"You wanna' smoke?"

Five minutes later, the younger Kuznetsov siblings sat on their back porch, watching the rain beat down in the suburban Bitter Lake area. The potent, somewhat musty odour of sizzling Mary Jane floated subtly through the thick smell of rain. Eva and Greg were safely tucked away from the rain under the overhang, with the small gas fire pit roaring away to keep them warm. Their father was in his study, as per usual. Besides, he had enough common sense within him not to freak out over his adult children smoking weed.

"So, on a scale of one to ten, how much does Magda really hate me?" she asked, "Ten being falcon-punch level,"

Greg scoffed, "She doesn't hate you, Eva. She just misses you,"

"She's got a funny way of showing it," Eva grumbled.

"Did you miss us?" he asked.

"Of course I did!"

"So how come we never heard from you?"

Eva eyed him warily, "Hey, I kept in contact with you! Especially after all this covid shit, we were talking every day!"

Greg simpered, "Yeah, until this rock band boyfriend of yours swept you off your feet, and then where were you...? Does he even know about us?"

"Of course he does," she replied, "He wanted to come out with me,"

"So, why didn't he?"

"... Because I told him not to,"

"Because you're ashamed of us, right?"

"No! Don't be an idiot!" she scolded, "But I mean -- come on, Greg! Look around! Our situation doesn't exactly scream meet-the-parents!"

"No look, I get it. I do," he nodded, "It just would've been nice to meet the guy who's turned my tiny-hearted cynic sister into a love-sick kitty cat, is all. I would've bought him some champagne,"

Eva chuckled quietly, "I feel like you and him would get along really well -- especially now,"

"Why now?"

"Because you're so laid back -- and that's weird for you," she reached over and put her hand over his forehead, "Are you feeling well? You can taste and smell everything just fine?" she teased.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Eva," he swatted her hand away with a laugh, "It's weird; it's like I moved back in with Dad, watched my entire scheduled life come crumbling down, had a bit of a breakdown, but I guess I just realized that life's too short to be running around with a rocket up your ass. Life moves by so fast, and before I know it I'm gonna' be thirty and my ass is gonna start to sag and I'll be applying for early bird specials..."

"At thirty?" Eva questioned.

Greg shrugged, "Well, I already feel like I'm sixty, so..."

Eva swatted his arm, taking a drag from her slowly burning joint, "I get what you mean, though. Life's too short, I still have so many thing I want to do before I'm thirty. And then I have thing I'll want to do before I turn forty, and I want to do them with the most incredible people. And not incredible like super smart, either, just wonderful people who also want what's best for me,"

Greg nodded, "And that's why you left Seattle, because you didn't feel that we wanted what's best for you?"

"I know you do, just like I want the same for you," she said, "But finding out what I wanted in my life -- I wasn't gonna find that here. Everything tied to this place just drags me back to a time in our lives that I'd much rather forget,"

"But, don't you think drawing on our less-than-stellar childhood would help make you a better writer?" he asked.

"It does, and it has," she replied, "But it doesn't make it easier to face the facts that our mother didn't want to be a mom to us and just left with no rhyme or reason,"

Greg popped a brow, "Yeah, our mother wasn't fulfilled in her life here so she went out to seek it in other places and other people. Sounds kind of familiar, doesn't it?"

He gave her the classic judgmental-sibling-side-eye that Eva always hated. But she grumbled under her breath, fucker.

"Okay, I see your point. That's very fair," Eva admitted, "But still, I'm not tied to a husband and kids who rely on me. Even if I have kids one day, I'd never do something so irrational and selfish,"

"Do you even know why she left?" he asked.

"I take it you do?"

"I don't," he shook his head, "That's the thing that drives me crazy: we don't actually know why she left,"

"She felt unfulfilled in her marriage, isn't that enough?" she asked.

"Then get a divorce, but don't just cut your kids off," Greg huffed, shaking his head whilst he took a drag, "To this day, I'll never understand how she could just do that to us..."

Eva looked out to the heavy rain before them. If it wasn't so cold out, she could reckon it was the same as the rains that would occasionally bless LA. Her mind wandered back to her life there, and of course she wondered about Remington. Was he okay? Was he taking care of himself? Were he and Pluto okay together?

It was selfish of her to have these thoughts, especially given her and Greg's conversation. However she had to admit that he was right; just like her mom, Eva sought out a safety and security that she wasn't getting here, and she loved that she could run to Remington as soon as she could go back.

However, there was then the always fleeting thought of what would she do when he had to leave, because pandemic be damned, the time would be upon quicker than she could realize. And what would she do, should she become unhappy with his travelling? Would she fall into the same depression she had here? Would she decide to pack up and leave for something better? And if she did, was the grass truly greener on the other side?

Eva recognized how lucky she was to find a greener patch in Remington, however she was scared for him too. She didn't want to repeat her mom's patterns; and what terrified her most was that she already had and hadn't even realized it.

"You guys drive me crazy," she admitted, "But I would never just cut you off. But you're right, I am just like Mom. And I also love Remington, and I don't want to do that to him if I find myself in that place again,"

"Have you ever talked to him about it? Like -- he knows about why we're so messed up, right?"

Immediately, her brain refocused to an old conversation she and Remington had over the summer, and she felt her face began to heat up at the circumstance.

"Yeah, we've talked about it once or twice..."

It was a rare night when California was blessed with rain; a warm summer storm that battered against the windows and fed the dreadfully dry crops and trees. It was the perfect mood setting; warm rain to compliment a warm and tense evening.

The pitter patter of rain was complimented with the echo of heavy breathing, soft exhales and whimpers reflecting off of steaming flesh. She was hot, she could feel her own perspiration and pleasure permeate through the bedsheet. But all Eva could concentrate on was Remington, his weight holding her down so deliciously, forcing her nipples to rub against the sheets beneath her, wriggling as calloused fingers traced her skin and soft lips feathered across her nape.

His right hand rested at the top of her head, fingers threading softly through her hair while his left hand gripped her own tightly. His gentle exhales echoed loudly in her ears, amplified with adrenaline and sensuality. Pair this with the fact that he was still inside of her, all Eva could focus on was the softness interwoven with the carnal lust taking over her.

"You're okay?" he asked hoarsely. She nodded slowly, her cerulean eyes peaking through narrow slits for a the blurred silhouette of his forearm.

"You know the answer," she moaned, her voice just an octave above a whisper.

He chuckled against her neck, "I'm just being courteous," he continued to leave soft caresses and kisses across her flesh, burning and wet and oh, so sweet.

Eva began to smile, "Can we do it like this again?" she asked.

"Anytime, beautiful," Remington replied, bearing a sleepy grin of his own, "Anything you want, I'll give it you,"

A renewed thought crossed Eva's mind; it was a question she often kept to herself, knowing how insecure Remington could be sometimes. However she knew he'd always promise honesty, and her lips began to move before she could decide further.

"Why did you want me?" she asked. The gentle kisses stopped suddenly, the grip on her hand tightening.

Remington peered over at her profile, the sharpness in her features reflecting the subtle glow of his lamp, "Why are you asking me now?"

"I don't know," she shrugged listlessly, "I just figured... if we hadn't have met the way that we did, would you ever have given me the chance," her lust was replaced with an eerie discomfort, her skin now burning with the question of her own vulnerability, "Besides, you don't really seem like you'd be interested in someone like me... so why me?"

"Someone like you? What does that mean?" he asked.

"Ordinary. Plain. Not very exciting at all, really," she answered.

Remington rested his head back against the nape of her neck, his gaze averted to the drawn shades across his window. He could hear the rain beating down, ringing in his ears and displacing the buzzing silence.

"You don't think your life is exciting?" he asked.

She shook her head, "I think it's more pathetic, than anything,"

"My life isn't all that great, either," he told her, "The house, the money, doesn't mean shit if I don't have a purpose, or someone genuine to share it with. Even when you found out I was on your vinyl, you never treated me any differently. You weren't asking about Remington Leith the Rockstar; you asked about Remington Kropp, the dorky kid with multi-coloured shoelaces,"

Eva simpered at that and he continued, "This whole year has been so fucked up, but it doesn't feel so bad with you. I feel ordinary, and I love that. Is it so crazy to believe that you could easily become one of the most important people in my life? I don't think there's anything plain about that,"

"... I just don't want to disappoint you," she admitted, "Because you're already very important to me. I've never felt the way I feel with anyone else,"

"What way is that?" he asked.

"Safe," she replied meekly, "I couldn't have asked these questions with others, I always have to keep my guard up. Because at the end of the day, people always want something from me,"

He nudged her softly with the tip of his nose, prodding at the rim of her ear, "Then... let me be a safe space for you. All I ever want for you is to be comfortable here, because my life can be pretty chaotic,"

"I think I can live with that," she replied.

"And besides," he then nibbled at her ear, and her shoulder twitched up, "You're safe with me here. I usually have a handle on what I'm doing in bed," he smirked coyly.

"And you're so humble," she groaned back.

His smirk stayed plastered on as Remington kissed down her neck, "Do you feel safe, now?" moving down to her shoulder, "Or now?" Eva squirmed, her insides fluttered as he was growing hard inside of her, "Eva?"

She gasped as he thrusted gently, "Yes!" she cried, her back curled beneath his chest, "That's good!"

"You," his warm breath fanned over her ear "How do you feel?" he started his cycle again; biting her ear, kissing her neck and shoulder, thrusting as a snail's pace.

"Wonderful," she replied, "You make me feel so amazing, Rem," her eyes slipped shut as he body was enveloped by the electrifying sensations, but she could picture that shit-eating smirk on his lips as he spoke once more before he picked up his pacing.

"That's my good girl..."

Greg could see her train of thought wandered elsewhere, though he became annoyed as he waved a hang in front of her face, "Hello? Are you listening to me?"

Eva snapped out of it quickly, "Y-Yeah! Yeah, I'm listening,"

Greg began to laugh, "You know Eva, Dad always used to say you were like a doe growing up. You remember?"

"Yeah, I remember,"

"Because at the first sign of danger in anything, you were the first to run off," he explained, "I remember they made Magda and I take you with us to the amusement park and you got so upset because we all wanted to ride the Atmosphere Launch and you were terrified,"

"I remember that, too," Eva scoffed, "I also remember how you guys made fun of me for that days afterwards,"

"Well we were twelve and ten, and you were seven. What did you expect from us?"

"Silly me expecting some compassion from my tween siblings," she sighed.

Greg chuckled to himself, his demeanour shifting from concern to teasing, "Oh please, I have plenty of compassion for you. Like compassion that you have to endure another round of mid-covid airport protocols and I fucking don't," he smirked.

"Not until you come and visit me in California," she teased back.

"Is that an invitation?"

"Maybe it is,"

"And I'd get to meet your rock star boyfriend and show him all the embarrassing pictures of you on my phone?"

"What pictures?"

"Well we took a few at the amusement park," he grinned coyly.

Eva rolled her eyes, "I hate you," and she put the joint back between her lips.

"I love you too, baby sis," he chuckled, taking his own puff, "Hey, how's the cat?"

"Pluto? He's nuts," she rubbed at her eye sleepily, "Rem is taking care of him,"

"And are we worried for Remington or Pluto?"

She eyed him knowingly, "Who do you think?"

He laughed again, muttering to himself, "Fucking demon cat,"

A clanging bang rattled through the house, prompting Remington to jump from the bed and rush downstairs. A rippling fear was that it was a burglar, though his rational side told him it was only Pluto being a menace.

Sure enough, the pale tabby cat was standing on the ledge of the countertop, unbothered to the drying rack with utensils scattered across the floor. He only stared curiously as Remington rushed in, shaking his head at the mess.

"God dammit, Pluto!" he started to clean up the utensils. Pluto continued to sit and lick his paws.

Eva wasn't kidding when she warned about how much of a handful her cat could be; he supposed that he had settled down around Eva. Being all alone in a strange house was bound to rile him up a little. This was the third thing he'd knocked over today; first it was the pillows on the couch, then his notebook from the coffee table. Remington wondered if Pluto had been such a handful when he went to stay with Andrew.

Much to his chagrin, Emerson came shuffling out of nowhere, probably from their makeshift living room studio. He wore a pair of velvet joggers, new merchandise from their upcoming line, and a worn beret over his head. He scratched lazily at his bare chest as he stared at the mess.

"What happened?" he asked.

Remington glared at him quizzically, "Pluto happened, that's all," he nodded towards the cat.

Emerson tutted, reaching out to scratch behind Pluto's ears, "That's the third time today. You think he misses Eva?"

"Probably the only one here who misses her more than I do," Remington huffed.

"Aw, it's okay, she'll be back before you know it," Emerson assured.

"Thanks, bro,"

"... I was talking to the cat, Rem,"

Remington narrowed his eyes, "Of course you were," he put the soiled utensils back into the dishwasher, glaring down at the cat, "Maybe we should walk him?"

Emerson popped a brow, "You can walk a cat?"

"Why not? Pepper gets tired after a good walk, why shouldn't cats?" he replied.

"If you can figure out a way to get a harness on this menace machine, all props to you," the youngest brother trudged past and went straight for the fridge, sticking his head and his hips jutting out as he searched for something to eat, "You talk to Eva?"

"After she landed. She said she'd call me after dinner," Remington sighed, "You think I should just call her?"

"She said she'd call, so she'll call," Emerson replied, "She's probably just settling back in with the family, trying to figure out who's gonna line up to give mom a kidney,"

They made their way into the living room and plopped down on the sofa -- of course Remington had Pluto tucked under his arm. Pluto quickly squirmed out and hopped onto the top of the sofa, settling in for another nap. Remington stared up at the ceiling, a gorgeous, ethereal painting mimicking the likes of Michelangelo and Raphael; all Emerson's touch, of course.

"You think she's okay?" he asked.

Emerson looked to his brother, then down to his constantly shaking knee, "I think she'd say so if she wasn't," he replied, "... Are you okay?"

"Yeah," though Remington's bouncing knee said otherwise.

Emerson glared at his brother, a knowing twinkle in his eye, "You're thinking about us leaving again, aren't you?"

Remington switched his gaze from the cup-stained coffee table to his little brother, "What makes you --"

"C'mon, you don't think I know you by now? Every time you've been on edge like this, it's always because you're nervous about leaving Eva for tour. Well, you're not leaving her,"

"I know,"

"You should just think of this as a little exercise -- for what it'll be like when we do go," Emerson assured, "I've never seen you like this before, man. Not even with Marcy,"

Remington sighed quietly. Before Eva, Remington swore that Marcy was truly the love of his life. He would do everything that he could for her, even while he was abroad. In the end, that didn't seem to be enough for her. He'd been so distracted with the band; the chaos, the fighting; for a time he reckoned he probably wouldn't ever speak to his brothers again. And just as they figured out their shit, Marcy had slipped through his fingers and walked out of his life.

"I didn't appreciate Marcy, that's why I guess," he shrugged.

Emerson and Sebastian wouldn't lie if asked whether they were sad to see her go. As much as Emerson loved his brother, he always figured Remington could do better than Marcy. There was something about her he found particularly grating on the nerves; be it her self-centred personality or the suffocating perfume she always wore. He figured Remington hadn't caught on because he had been so in love with her. Nevertheless, Eva being in Remington's life was truly a breath of fresh air for them all, so Emerson understood where Remington was coming from. Nevertheless, Remington was also full of shit.

"You did everything you could for that girl, the fact that she wasn't willing to compromise for you wasn't your fault," he told him, "Eva fucking loves you, nobody here needs to convince you of that,"

"I know," Remington nodded, "I just get nervous sometimes,"

"And you have every right to be," Emerson agreed, "But Eva isn't Marcy. Eva is kind, she's smart, and she makes hella better coffee than you ever will. She'll also follow you to the ends of the Earth if you asked her,"

Remington's curiosity peaked, "You think she'd like being on tour?" he asked.

Emerson smirked, "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm not talking about the sight seeing part, I know she'll love that. I'm talking about the hours waiting and the cramped bus and the fucking smell --"

"And Eva's not a little spoilt princess. She lives for the experience, that's what makes her such a great writer. The both of you," he reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

Remington began to smile. As much as Emerson could be a pain in the ass, when he was right he was right. He didn't have the drive to write a song about his previous girlfriends the way he had for Eva, he had so much love and trust for her. And after all, she trusted him with Pluto, so what doubt could there be?

"You're too smart for your own good," he simpered.

"I know, I do everything better than you," Emerson countered. Remington reached over and thumped the side of his head, "Ow! Watch the temple!"

Remington's laugh echoed through the room, just as his phone suddenly began to ring. Of course he leapt at it the moment the first sound went off, and his smile became wider when he saw the FaceTime call from Eva.

"Hello, beautiful!" he cried out happily as he face appeared. She looked to be curled up on in a deck chair, dressed in a black t-shirt that was all too familiar to him.

"Hi sweetheart!" her beaming face always lifted his spirits, "You have to watch what you say, we're being monitored," she panned the camera towards another man sitting in a similar deck chair, a joint between his lips and dressed in a form-fitting pair of flannel pajamas. He looked at the screen curiously.

Remington registered this was Eva's older brother, and he kept the coy smile on his face as he greeted him, "What's up?"

"Nothing much," Greg shifted the deckchair over just as Eva pulled the camera back to her focus. Greg however reached over and took the phone from her.

"Hey! Greg!"

"Relax, would ya?" the screen shook and was muffled by the scuffle, alas Greg won out as he came back into focus. The joint was still pursed between his lips, "So, you must be the great Remington I've heard all about?"

"I suppose --"

"I'm his brother," Emerson suddenly butted into the frame, "How's it going, man? I'm Emerson,"

Remington simpered, relenting, "This is my little brother,"

Greg's eyes furrowed as he caught a glimpse of the ceiling above them, "What's up with your ceiling?"

"Oh, this?" Remington panned up, "This is our heaven's gate: at home edition,"

Greg's eyes went wide, "Damn! That is fucking beautiful! Is that all hand painted or was it a print?"

"A little bit of both," Emerson answered, "She's a local artist that does these high renaissance look-alikes. Cool, right?"

"Absolutely! Eva, you should've led with the ceiling!" he mimicked a scolding. Remington could hear Eva's unamused groan, and he laughed as she took the phone back, much to Greg's chagrin.

"Hey!"

"You'll forgive my brother, his attention to detail goes into hyper focus when he's high," she explained, trying not to laugh as Greg tried to take the phone back.

"Eva, c'mon! I have to give him the brother talk!" he whined, "And I'm not high!"

"It's ten at night!" she argued back, "And hell yeah, you are!"

"So?"

Emerson butted in again, "Is this the classic 'hurt my little sister and I'll beat your ass' brother talk? Don't sweat it, I've already threatened him for you," he grinned.

"Emerson!" Remington elbowed him.

"Well, I did," Emerson then took the phone, "Hi Eva!"

Eva giggled merrily, "Hi Emerson," she narrowed her eyes, "Where's your shirt?"

"I'm at my house, I'll do as I please," he grinned back. Greg then slid into the frame beside her, much to Eva's annoyance as he pushed against her in the chair.

"Greg, c'mon!"

"I wanna see!" he whined, laying his eyes on Emerson then. He popped a brow at the shaggy-haired drummer, "Where's his shirt?"

"Oh, for God sakes," Remington snatched the phone back, jumping off the couch and running for the stairs, "I'm indisposing myself!"

"Hey! No fair!" Emerson called after him.

Eva laughed on the other end, "'Indisposing' isn't a word, Rem,"

"Of course it is. I just used it in a sentence, didn't I?" he smirked back. He locked himself in his room, drawing the shades, and he threw himself on his bed.

"He's got you there, Eves," Greg pointed out.

"Thank you, Greg," Remington replied, "Is Eva being nice to you?"

"More or less," he nodded, still trying to butt into the frame, "She's been talking so highly of you, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,"

"Damn, how much of a reputation do I have to live up to?" he asked.

"It's all been good," Eva assured, "What have you been up to?"

He shrugged simply, "Oh, you know. Working on some music, watching some TV, cleaning up after Pluto,"

Eva's smile immediately dropped from her face, "Oh, God. What did he do?"

"Nothing too bad," he assured, deciding it best not to worry her, "I think he just misses you,"

Greg grumbled from beside her, "The cat's a fucking demon,"

"He is not," Eva argued back, "Monsters and demons are two different things... kind of,"

Remington simpered, "He's been just fine. But we both miss you,"

Eva grinned back shyly, "I miss you, too," she sighed, "Guess it was pretty nice out today, yeah?"

"Of course. Why? What's it doing over there?" he asked.

Eva gave him a pointed glare before switching the camera view to the downpour assaulting her backyard. It was then Remington realized the staticky noise wasn't just bed interference, it was the severity of the rain cutting in.

"God damn!" he cried out, "What're you guys sitting outside for?"

"We can't smoke inside," Greg interjected.

"That's fair," and Eva switched the camera view back, "Is it nice being home, Eva?"

Eva licked her lips, pausing momentarily as she stared warily at Greg, "I suppose you could say that," she shrugged, "It'll be nicer when we get this hospital bullshit sorted out,"

"When do you go?" he asked.

"Tomorrow. They're gonna stick me up with more needles than a voodoo doll," she replied.

"Jesus Eva, it's only one needle," Greg said.

"And your point is?" she replied.

The corner of Greg's head popped into the side of the screen, "Remington, is she so dramatic over there? I hoped the sun would mellow her out a bit,"

"Oh, look who's talking," she rolled her eyes.

Remington chuckled, amused and relieved that he was comfortable with Eva's brother so quickly, "I wouldn't say she's the dramatic one," he replied.

"Really?" Greg snatched the phone again, "What did you guys do to her over there?"

"Greg," Eva drawled out in a whine.

Remington laughed again, "Greg, your sister is one of a kind. I don't think I'd be able to get through this pandemic bullshit if I hadn't of met her,"

Greg appeared amused, not noticing the shy smile or reddening cheeks on his sister, "Really?"

"Yeah. She makes everything great. Ever since we met, she's been perfect," he nodded, "I'm really lucky to have met her, you know?"

Greg nodded, then his face twisted into what Eva could only describe as playful disgust, "Ugh, gross," he have the phone back to Eva, "He's cute; you better keep him," he then got up and headed for the door.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"I'm gonna take a whiz!" and he disappeared into the house.

Eva rolled her eyes, "Great," her gaze locked with Remington again, she giggled nervously, "Sorry about that,"

"No, it's good. He loves you a lot, I can tell," Remington replied, "Do you think he likes me?"

She simpered, "He just told me to hang on to you, so yeah -- I think he likes you," she replied.

"You seem unsure," he noted.

"I've been unsure of him since I came home. He's been such a completely different person to when I left," she said, "It's been nice, actually -- like I can tell he cares. We've never had that before,"

"That's great, babe," he smiled, "Are you okay, though?"

"I guess so," she sighed, "Greg and my dad have been the only receptive ones. My sister's been a different story,"

Remington reflected on some of the brief times Eva mentioned her and her sister's strained relationship, "How bad?" he asked.

"As sick as it sounds, I'm glad you weren't here for it. She would've laid into you, too," she replied.

He puffed out his chest, "I'd like to have seen her try," he teased, "What about your mom?"

"Guess my avoidance streak ends tomorrow," she said, "Should be interesting,"

He nodded solemnly, "I'll have my phone on if you need to vent," he said.

"I appreciate that," she admired his visage in the dim glow of his bedroom lamp. His profile was sharp, his eyes dark but twinkling with that mischievous tenacity that she loved so much. And his hair was braided, or he at least attempted to braid it. Half of it was tied into a poor, messy pattern and tied with a black ribbon. He looked so silly and so handsome, embodying every reason as to why she fell in love with him.

"Did you braid your hair?" she asked curiously.

Remington's face reddened, his eyes darting to his messy braid, "Hell yeah," he swished it back and forth, "Pretty professional, right?"

"Oh, absolutely! Your best look yet!" she was surprised Greg hadn't made a comment, then again he was probably too tuned up to notice.

He chuckled bleakly, "I know, it looks way better when you do it," he said.

"Still pretty good for a first attempt," she assured, "I'll teach you how when I get back,"

"Oh, yes please," he nodded happily, peering closer into the camera, "Your hair's getting longer, Eva,"

She reached up to twist her fingers in the ends of her usually short locks. Her fingers pushed delicately to place some of the hair behind her hair, "Does it look okay?"

"Eva, you look beautiful regardless of whether you have long or short hair, that's the truth," he replied, "I'm curious though to see you with longer hair, though,"

Her shoulders bounced lightly as she chuckled, "I'll think about it," she decided. Her lips suddenly parted into a sleepy yawn, and needless to say, Remington was in awe.

"You tired, babe?"

"Just a little. How about you?"

"I'll probably hit it in a little bit," he looked to his clock, it was already 10:45, "What if we left the call on 'til we fall asleep?"

Her eyes lit up, despite the freezing whether and the fire pits meagre attempts, Eva felt warmer and warmer in that deck chair, "I would love that,"

[ethan-elliott]

okay I take back what I said when it came out, Death or Glory (the album) has really grown on me

[starchild--27]

me, looking back at 2024: well, this is the most socially active i've ever been since i left for uni! i have a bunch of friends, a boyfriend even (still not sure how that happened but i am not complaining-) - that's amazing! life doesn't suck,-

my spotify wrapped: -objectivly! ha! your top songs are about wanting to die and feeling alone and being incapable of love and being loved. take that as a hint that you should get that silly little disorder that makes you believe that you are an unlovable pile of crap checked out :)

[rinriya]

Riley "Ley" Robbins (MC in Infamous)

A singer is only as good as their band

Name: Riley "Ley" Robbins | Age: 26 | Gender: male (he/him)

Band Name: Mirror in The Creek

Genre: Rock [Grunge | Glam | Indie | Art | Hard]

Most Popular Song: A Million Eternities

Fandom: Crickets

Chat: MError

Height: Average | 5′7″ (170cm)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Shoulder-length mullet, dyed white

Tattoos: Initials SD on wrist

Piercings: None

Facial Hair: Shaves off

Scars: None

About Riley: Lead vocalist. A necessary leader. And a pawn in someone else's game. Riley is an incorrigible dreamer for whom music is equal to air. He lives and breathes for performing, and he enjoys every moment. Glory? Money? Awards? Popularity? None of this matters to him. The only thing he wants is to share his music with whole world. He is ready to open his soul to his fans, giving them deep lyrics and fiery melodies. He is loyal to his friends and always puts them first. He dedicates himself to his work and is very strict with himself. Sometimes it even lead to self-torture in terms of tough rehearsals, strict diets and constantly low esteem of his capacities. For Ley, the group is a family he will forever remain devoted even if someone promise to open all doors for him and grant in wealth. He believes in people and is ready to find words of support even in a fierce competition.

Riley hates drama, he sincerely believes that a real musician speaks with their lyrics, and not through tabloid headlines. Is it a naïve view? Certainly. But he has always been like this: simple, kind, positive, sensitive, caring. Trying to find good in everything and never gives up. A peacemaker.

But who could have thought that a huge weight of responsibility suddenly will fall upon his shoulders. He must not only survive among the drama and protect his group, but also cope with the whirlpool of feelings and trying not to drown. It doesn't help that his ex-boyfriend is nearby; the most handsome man works as a group manager; a sweet drummer gives a feeling of devotion; the charming father of a faithful fan doesn't leave the thoughts; and even a man who crushing the entire world of music looks so ardently, but for some reason with sadness at the same time. Ley ended up in the center of not only a showbiz, but also a heartfelt drama.

But he will try. He will attempt. He will work hard and slowly figure everything out. He will do everything to remind everyone what musicians really live for. With his lyrics, voice, music, teamwork he will prove that love for creativity is an honest victory. For the sake of his group, for the sake of the fans and for the sake of justice.

He will remind of inspiration fire that barely smolder inside even in the most tired from the world of show business heart.

Infamous by ​​​@infamous-if

I love word plays so much — The Creek - Crickets / MError - Me & Error get it? Yes? Yes??? Ehm don't mind me, I just wanted to say that the vibes of MC's group in my walkthrough remind me of Måneskin.

Also I'll take this opportunity to ask you to look at Palaye Royale, Starset, Citizen Soldier, Three Days Grace, One Ok Rock, Jon Dretto etc.

��                                               Spoilers and some stats (for now) ahead

[angelicsjn]

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

FIRST DATE.

SILENT TREATMENT.

AGE & HEIGHT.

FIRST KISS.

SOMEONE FLIRTING.

AS YOU DRESS.

CHARACTER PROFILE.

HOW THEY LOOK.

ASEXUAL READER.

THEIR BIRTHDAY.

MODEL READER.

DICK HEADCANONS.

CRYING DURING ARGUMENT.

SMASH N DASH.

MTL KIDNAP.

MTL BE TOXIC.

READER HAS ANOTHER STALKER.

PERVERTED READER.

THEIR (sexual) POSITION.

DOMESTIC LIFE.

AROMANTIC/EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE READER.

A KIND READER.

TOUCH STARVED READER.

READER LIKES PHOTOGRAPHY.

THEIR FAVOURITE ANIMALS.

THEM AS SONGS.

YOU JOKE AROUND (are you using me for my body?)

YOU PUSH THEM TOO FAR.

READER GETS HATED ON.

READER IS STRUGGLING MENTALLY.

THEY THINK YOU CHEATED.

THEIR KINKS.

READERS FIRST TIME WITH THEM (NSFW)

READER LEAVES THEM.

READER IS ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP.

READER IS TOUCHY WITH THEIR FRIEND.

READER LIKES HORROR MOVIES.

THEM AS PALAYE ROYALE SONGS.

THEIR FAMILY.

WHEN THEY ARE DRUNK.

[vviccearcheron]

IN MY HEAD THE BATBOYS ARE IN A BAND...

Feyre, Mor, Elaine, & Nesta are having a girls night bar hopping in Velaris. Amren was too busy tangled up with Varian. Nesta's just sipping water. She really only came for the music. Mor and Feyre are trying to convince Ellaine to try a beer. She scrunches up her nose and says it smells like old boots. She instead flags down a waiter and asks for a scotch extra neat. Feyre and Mor go stiff and give each other a side glance. Nesta gasps, "Ellaine!" Ellaine says shyly, "What?! Daddy use to keep it in the study." The waiter returns and sets her drink in front of her with a nod of approval at her choice. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a long deep inhale of the liquor. "It smells like him." she says, without taking a sip. Nesta tries to hide the relief on her face as she glances toward the stage. She sees Cassian there, smiling back at her from ear to ear, positioning himself behind the drum set.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Nesta exclaims to the others at the table.

They all turn to see Rhys and Az walking on stage holding electric guitars. Rhysand gives his guitar a wail and leans in to the microphone. "May we have your attention please." The crowd goes silent as they realize the King of the Nightcourt, his Commanding General, and the Shadowsinger are now before them. Mor yells, "Woooo! Fuck 'em up Your Highness!"

Rhysand gives a devilish grin. "My brother has something he'd like to say." He backs away to the right, giving Azriel center stage as he adjusts his guitar strap.

Azriel looks out on the crowd with menace in his gaze. Anyone who was previously standing, has now found themselves a seat.

From the back Cassian yells out, "NESTA I LOVE YOU BABY!" then begins stomping his foot down on the bass drum. He raises his drumstick and strikes them together in time with the bass. And then..... Azriel inhales.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 63

Third POV

BEN sighs, giving the two a quick glimpse before disappearing. BEN isn't sure if he should be worried for Eboni or not. The link look-a-like knows how Jeff can be, but he's never seen him be this obsessed nor possessive over anything, let alone anyone - not even smile dog. By this point, Slenderman will welcome Eboni with open arms. The question is, will that be a good thing or a bad thing? Time will tell. BEN will wait on the top of the mansion, grumbling how he's more useful than being someone's guard dog.

Jeff is quick to force Eboni against the wall, licking his lips as he stares down at her. Her lips, her sweet plum lips. They always taste like strawberries. The killer never knew he'd love the flavor so much until kissing Eboni for the first time. Even now, with their lips connected, he can still taste the faintness of sweet strawberries lingering on his tongue. He slides his tongue in, locking it around hers as he sucks roughly.

But this isn't enough. It'll never be enough. Kissing her is close to heaven, but he wants to be closer to it - inside it, maybe even get a better taste of it. The smiling killer lowers himself down, gripping her hips and lifting Eboni up, making her squeak.

"Legs on my shoulder."

"B-But I might -"

"Dont argue with me now. I got you princess, now do it."

Eboni gulps nervously, placing her legs on his shoulders - her body now resting against the wall. She looks around the room, getting a great view of her family's lifeless bodies scattered around. She fills her eyes begin to well with tears, quickly averting her eyes. She can't look at them - she just can't look.

Jeff clicks his tongue, displeased with her reactions. He wants her to look at them. He wants her to relish on the work she's done. She did this. She planned everything flawlessly. She should feel proud, not ashamed, but he'll fix that. He'll get her so high on pleasure that the mere sight of them will bring nothing but a smile. He'd be on his knees between her legs some other time - but not today, maybe not ever. He kinda enjoys this position.

The killer looks in between her legs, licking his lips at the sight of her soaking thong. He can't help his mouth watering from the sight alone. Jeff moves closer, Eboni6 dress rising. The killer licks against her thong, making the girl's body tense. Jeff groans, forcing her thong to the side with his tongue.

Jeff's tongue drives deep inside, the taste making his eyes roll. Eboni gasps, her legs tightening around his head on impulse. The taste, the warmth of her thighs pressed against the sides of his head- buried. More. He still wants more. The killer swirls his tongue, thrusting it in and out of her quickly- needing more of her sugary taste.

Eboni whines and whimpers, withering against the wall. She grips his hair tightly, feeling the heat building - close to snapping. So close, she feels so close. Jeff pulls his tongue out, licking up her folds to her clit. He probes at it mercilessly, wanting to bring Eboni to the edge.

And he does.

"Jeff!~" he moans out, cumming onto his face.

But Jeff doesn't stop. He moves to shove his tongue back inside her, marveling at the taste - savoring every last drop. Though it's not enough. He needs more, more of Eboni- more of this pleasuring high. He keeps his head deep between her legs as he quickly moves his hands to undo his zipper and allows his long girthy length to spring free.

Jeff reaches to grip her hips, Eboni's legs falling from his shoulders as he slowly lowers her down- lining her cunt to his length. Eboni takes the time to look at the killers face. His lips & chin stained with her release, his hooded sapphire eyes showing his lust for her. More...she wants more, too.

The smiling killer can't wait any longer. When aligned, he shoves himself deep inside - both of their heads leaning back at the incredible feeling. The further he moves inside, the more she clenches around him. When fully buried, Jeff closes his eyes- trying to keep himself from cumming right then and there. She's just-

"So tight... you're so wet...fuck.."

"D-Daddy...please I-"

The term snaps Jeff out of his trance and begins drilling into Eboni, his thrust quick yet rough. Eboni gasps, wrapping her legs and arms around him. She cries out, gripping onto him for dear life.

"J-Jeff! Please slow down! I-I can't~"

"You can, and will. That's it - holy shit! Keep crying for me, princess~. "

And she does, crying out his name over and over again. Jeff can't help but laugh through his shameless moans. "Look at this! Look at us, I guess I am fucking you senseless right in front of your family- shit!~"

Eboni can feel her mind drift to a place full of nothing but the pleasure only Jeff can give. She relishes in his roughness, feeling the heat build up down below once again. She clings onto him, begging for release. Jeff moves his hands to grab a handful of her ass, thrusting in her a few more times before -

"Fuck I'm gonna- shit princess go ahead-" he leans down, whispering in her ear. "Cum for me."

Eboni does, moaning out toes curling and eyes rolling back. Jeff releases inside, spurring curses and deep groans. He stays inside her for a moment, feeling his length spring back to life. Of course, one round isn't enough. Hell, two won't do it either. The killer pulls out, forcing the girl onto her knees.

He licks his lips, the taste of Eboni still lingers. He looks down at her, his dick resting against the girl's face. He twitches at the sight, moving a hand to rest on top of her head. Jeff uses his other hand to force her lips apart and mouth open.

"Lick me clean, princess."

Eboni, in her daze, swallows him whole, her tongue circling and lapping. Jeff clenches his jaw, grabbing a fist full of her hair - her fuzzy white headband long gone. The killer has to keep himself from busting another load into her mouth. He wasn't expecting her to take him fully inside. Her whines for more aren't making it better. The sight of her tears, mascara running down her cheeks, cheeks hollowed out, and lips swollen- the sight is almost enough for him to cum, almost.

"Stop. Pull back and stand up." He said through clench teeth, his veins bulging on his arms, hands, and length.

Eboni pulls back with a 'pop'. She licks her lips, tasting herself and his pre. The girl stands, Jeff picking her up and throws her over his shoulder. He grins, slapping her ass a few times. Jeff walks over to the elevator, clicking the second floor button. He walks in once the door opens, the door closing behind.

"Daddy? Why are we -?"

"I don't think you're there yet. You gotta see just how cute you look with your brains fried."

The elevator opens, the killer stepping out and kicking the door open to the first room. He knew who this room belonged to. He bets that shitty aunt would be rolling around in hell if she knew what he's about to do in here with her niece.

He pushes the door open to the bathroom, his smile stretching at the sight of the full body mirror mounted onto the wall. Jeff puts Eboni down, making her face the mirror as he unzips her dress - watching it fall to the ground. The killer pulls his pants down, kicking them to the side, and pulls his black hoodie over his head. He puts the hairband he uses to keep his hair up around his wrist, his hair falling down to his shoulders.

"Look at us... look at you.." Jeff whispers, removing her bra and pulling her thong to the floor. "You're so cute...so fucking hot." The killer lifts her left leg, resting the back of her knee over his arm. He lines himself up, slowly shoving himself inside. "Watch it go in. Look at it bulge through - fuuuck, yeah, keep clenching me."

This is too much, to embarrassing, being forced to watch herself - to watch this. "Lean forward, fuck- just like that~" Jeff moans.

The killer thrusts his hips slowly, watching Eboni's face twist into a look he's comes to use when jacking off when she isn't around. Her plum lips shaped into a 'O', her eyes rolling, drool slipping past her lips and down her chin. The way her pussy clenches when he hits her g-spot, he won't speed up- he wants Eboni to watch her face change with each thrust. He wants her to witness her own mind melt, her will break, and her entire being completely bow to him.

He uses his other hand to raise Eboni's head, gripping her jaw - making the girl watch every single thing. "Look at that dumb down, pretty face. I know, princess, I know you feel so good- don't you?"

"Y-Yes...yess~"

"No one else can make you feel this good- right?" He questions, hand now around her throat - squeezing lightly.

"N-No! No one else!"

"Who do you answer to?"

Eboni gulps, her mind to empty to answer. "I-I...I don't -"

Jeff clicks his tongue, stopping his movements, which makes the girl whine in need. "I asked you a fucking question. Now be my good little fleshlight and answer me-"

"Jeff...Daddy...my daddy- I only listen to him...only listen to daddy~"

"That's it...see? It wasn't that hard. Wanna cum princess? You wanna cum for me?"

"Yes! Yes..yes please!" Eboni begs, eyes focus on Jeff's from the mirror.

The killer moves his hand from her throat, traveling down to her clit. His thrust are still slow- yet rough, snapping his hips back and forth while aggressively rubbing at her clit. He trails kisses up and down her neck, sucking on one of her hot spots while pitching her clit in between rubs.

"Cum for daddy."

Eboni does on command, crying out as her body twitches from her release. She clenches around Jeff, but he holds back. There's something else he wants to do, wants to see Eboni try to do in her fucked out state. The killer pulls out, lowering her leg but lifts her up- making the girl wrap her legs around him.

Jeff grins at the sight of Veronika's perfectly made bed. He moves to lay on his back- placing Eboni on top of him. The girl is too high on pleasure to know the position their in. He slaps her ass, knocking a bit of sense back into her.

"Wha...where?"

"Hop on it, princess. Getting inpatient here."

"B-But daddy I ca-"

"Oh, you can't? That's too damn bad because you will. Now get on." Jeff demands.

Eboni pouts, placing her hands on his chest- moving to lower herself down onto him. She gasps, her head leaning back as she digs her nails into his chest. Jeff hisses, enjoying it - though he becomes annoyed when she doesn't start moving, so he slaps her ass to get her moving

She tries her best, her legs shaking in pleasure - her eyes lided. Eboni is struggling to focus on her moments, just chancing a high she's struggling to reach by herself. She whines as she continues, about to crumble - but Jeff is enthralled. Watching her tits bounce, her body tremble above him, her cheeks rosy with blush and embarrassment, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she pants like a kitten in heat. How can he not want to humiliate her more?

"Daddy...daddy, please - please! I-I can't, please~"

"Oh daddy please make me cum! Fill me more with your cum! Oh daddy I can't- please!" He said mockingly, laughing. "You're so pathetic, you know that? Crying out for me to take control again. You love it when I dominate you in everything- don't you? Fucking admit it and I might do just that."

Eboni whines more, her moans broken and horse. She tries to get her words out, but the sentences aren't forming - nothing but gibberish. Jeff laughs, reaching up to grab her throat and squeezing tightly.

"Oh daddy, I can't answer! My brain is too high on dick to speak! I'm to much of a pathetic little bratty slut to ride my daddy's cock!" He mocks, grabbing her hip with his other hand and thrust up into her harshly- making Eboni scream.

"Please daddy, I'm such a drooling mess right now- please fuck me! Please make me cum!" Jeff continues to mock, thrusting up into her rapidly.

"Yes! YES!~" Eboni cries out shamelessly, trying to match his movements but fails.

"I control you. I fucking own you. Don't I princess?"

"Yes! Yes - oh god, yes!~ Yours..all yours forever~"

Eboni smiles, tears running down her face. The pain she felt before vanished without a trance. Jeff, all she feels is Jeff. All she needs is him. Who cares how her life will play out now? Jeff will guide her, point her in the direction he believes she should go. And she'll follow him, do as he says- answer to him without a second thought. No one is more important than Jeff, and no one ever will be.

The smiling killer never knew he needed something like this, someone like her. Devoting themselves to him, trusting him in full - with no worry nor doubt. It's odd how full his heart feels. He can feel the change - the change he's been trying to pull out of Eboni. Their breathing in sync, heartbeats matching, souls intertwining, becoming one. The twisted smile on Eboni's face is enough to make him burst.

"Fuck! Ah fuuuuuck!~ Eboni- shiiiit!"

Eboni cums once again, losing count on how many times she came today. The girl crumbles onto his chest, seemingly melting into him. Both lay there, still stick in their blissful states of ecstasy. Jeff sits up, still bottomed out inside of her. He holds the girl close to his chest, running his fingers through her messy hair. This makes her curl further onto him, wrapping her arms around him.

Jeff moves his hands to her cheeks, pulling her face back to look at her. He doesn't speak, only stare - taking in every single detail of Eboni's face. These honey brown eyes that holds so many emotions, her smart mouth that spurts so much shit yet manages to make him smile and swell his heart with warmth, her long lashes that flutter whenever she looks his way, her laugh that makes his heart leep to his throat- Jeff never once thought his heart could be capable of desiring someone....this much.

"You're mine... you'll always be mine, do you under -"

"Yes. Yes, Daddy. All I need is you. No one else comes before you. Jeff... will always be my first and forever my last.." she whispers, leaning into his touch.

His heart flutters again, eyes softening - only for Eboni. "....C'mere princess -"

He pulls her forward, locking their lips together. He's rough at first, but her tiny whimpers cause him to soften up yet again. He wraps his arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly as he moves his lips sensually - deepening their bond even further. When out of breath, he pulls back- nibbling her lips for a bit. Both try to catch their breath, staring fascinatingly at the other.

Neither of them ever thought that all they needed, all they ever wanted - would be right in front of them.

[magrit-alessa]

My weekly chart (24 Jun 2024 - 30 Jun 2024)

That's what I like. That's what surrounds me. That's what creates my mood.

*Created by my preferences only*

Аll chart positions in 2 minutes here -> https://youtu.be/33Jyo95Muoc

5. 21TEI - I Know

4. Gunna Chorna - Бути тобою

3. Nyteout - Addicted to You

2. PALAYE ROYALE - Showbiz

1 Imagine Dragons - In Your Corner

If you want to support channel:

If someone wants to help or support Ukraine:

[oya-oya-okay]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

TYSM SIS🤭💖💖💖

Soap - Melanie Martinez💫

Natsuki Hanae - Clown❣️

Lonely - Palaye Royale🖤

Call it Love - Felix Jaehn, Ray Dalton💗

Bones - Imagine Dragons🧡

[svwu]

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after breaking the 'no dating' rule in their band, y/n and donghyuck end up in a messy breakup right before their first world tour. the ex-lovers decide to remain a couple in the public light in hopes of a successful first tour —║THE DREAM TEAM║𐀔ʾʾ

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⚠︎ 3XR ⚠︎ is a band based in Los Angeles, California and was formed by five best friends in the confinement of their homes. they released their debut single 'Tongue Tied' in 2019 and gained worldwide recognition with their mini album 'FULLBORN' in 2021. the band consists of Y/N, RENJUN, JENO, HAECHAN, AND JAEMIN

[ BECOME A VIP ] [ 3XR'S DISCOGRAPHY ]

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MEET THE BAND

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“this is the dream job with the dream people. it doesn't get better than this.”

✮ Y/N . . . ( leader, lead guitarist, and often provides supporting vocals ) . . . was the one who built the band from scratch and worked closely with haechan to create their songs before bringing in their close friends mark and chenle to help. they have the tendency to overwork themselves and often rely on haechan for comfort. y/n and haechan have been dating for three years. y/n is hardworking but bubbly on camera and is extremely passionate about music

____ ▭ ▬ y/n chose jeno as their closest friend

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“we haven't been in the industry for long, but we belong here, and we're going to dominate.”

✮ HAECHAN . . . ( drummer and lead vocalist, real name is 'donghyuck' ) . . . has the odd tendency to impulsively lie whenever he's on camera and is usually playfully slapped by his bandmates when he does so. he's a ball of sunshine that fills the air with his positivity, and when he's on the drums, he plays like if it were his last day on earth. pre-debut, haechan worked closely with y/n to create their songs before bringing in their close friends mark and chenle to help. haechan was the one who confessed to y/n first in 2020 and released their relationship status to the public a year later in 2021. they have been dating for three years

____ ▭ ▬ haechan chose jaemin as his closest friend

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“sharing the stage with my best friends...wow, it really doesn't get better than that.”

✮ JENO . . . ( bassist, main rapper, and face of the group ) . . . is noted the 'most popular member' in the band. out of all the members, jeno has the most contracts with modeling agency and does a lot of independent promotions. jeno has a stage presence that is unforgettable and a smile that makes it impossible to not swoon over him. a poll taken in 2022 showed that 56% of their fans got into 3XR because of jeno's pretty face

____ ▭ ▬ jeno chose y/n as his closest friend

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“i don't know why renjun would put a 'no dating' rule when we're all so clearly obsessed with each other.”

✮ JAEMIN . . . ( rhythm guitarist, lead vocalist and lead rapper ) . . . doesn't post often on social media, but still has many fans that would die for him due to his relaxed composure and charmisma on stage. one smile is known to make fans fall onto their knees, so jaemin knows when to use it lightly. out of all the members, jaemin dies his hair the most, but lately it only switches between black, brown, and a specific shade of blue

____ ▭ ▬ jaemin chose haechan as his closest friend

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“after thirteen years, you'd all hate spending time with them too. that's more than half my life, i need a break.”

✮ RENJUN . . . ( keyboardist and main vocalist ) . . . is the most active member on twitter yet still isn't verified (he almost has as many followers as y/n. make it make sense?). renjun is the oldest out of the five yet is often overlooked because he doesn't want to show up to promotions LMAO. as much as he bickers with all the members, he would trade the world and more for them. he wishes they would never break apart and had a 'no dating' in place to which donghyuck broke nearly a few weeks after. he's their relationship's #1 supporter though (or so he says). renjun carries most of 3XR's songs with his heavenly vocals and low rasps and gets the most praise out of all the members

____ ▭ ▬ renjun didn't choose who was his closest friend because none of them chose him. he called them all pricks and claimed mark and chenle as his best friends instead

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MEET THE TEAM

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“i'm the most talented person i know...wait don't put that, i might get cancelled.”

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[sleekervae]

Biter | Remington x Vera

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A/N: Hi babes, I got around to making work out of this submission. Hope you all like it, I really do ☺️

Warnings: strong language, heavy smut, teeny tiny angst if you squint, Vera's a brat and Remington's a brat tamer

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Vera cocked her head, as if that attempt would let her see out and around the popped hood of the car. Behind it was Remington, checking the engine, even though she was certain he wasn't able to fix what was wrong as much as she could tell what was wrong. She fanned her face with her hand, the air heavy and wet from the passing rain storm.

Heavy clouds blotted out the rising moon, casting bleary dark shadows across the expansive desert landscape.

As mush as Vera wanted to blame Remington for all of this, she knew it wasn't entirely his fault...

It wasn't though Vera didn't know what she signed up for. Remington was charismatic, a natural flirt, he came by it honestly. She'd made jokes about it to her friends. Though at the same time, she made comments because she knew Remington was a decent man. He wouldn't intentionally hurt her and despite the rumour on the street, he wasn't a womanizer.

But flirting? Absolutely within his wheelhouse, as easy as breathing, practically automatic when he was in a crowd. It was an innate power he'd learned to use if needed, he had put it to use when they first met after all.

She didn't peg Remington to be manipulative, but rather, so genuinely captivating that it knocked people's defences right down. And because it came so naturally to him, it flew over his head whenever it was thrown right back at him.

It had taken Vera a long time to realize that her friend, Daniella, was not as genuine as she put made out to be -- especially when she spent half of this party flirting with Vera's boyfriend. What aggravated Vera more was that Remington completely ignored it -- either he didn't realize it or it didn't bother him enough to say anything.

Deep down, she knew he probably didn't think much of it; it didn't merit causing a scene when it meant nothing to him, he was with Vera after all. But that wasn't how it felt and she couldn't stand the look on Daniella's face, that it seemed like she was getting away with murder. Like she actually had a shot with Vera's boyfriend.

Grabbing her sneakers, Vera abruptly decided she was leaving, the front door closing all the way before Remington realized she disappeared. He hopped to pull his own shoes on, haphazardly closing the door as she hit the sidewalk.

"Vera!"

She let out a huff, "Fuck it,"

Harsh? Absolutely, but she was feeling particularly vicious, deciding that the rain had let up enough that she could walk home. It was probably a twenty minute venture at most. The clouds were still hanging low int he sky, threatening to spill over without warning.

"What are you doing?"

She motioned to the sidewalk, "I'm gonna' perform a river dance," she snapped, "What does it look like? I'm going home before I say something I'll likely regret,"

She began walking, satisfied she had made her peace with the conversation... at least until they both got home. But she reckoned she ought to know better, because she knew Remington better, because she heard him running up behind her.

"C'mon, it's gonna start raining any second -- get in the car," he reached for her hand but she batted him away.

"Why don't you go see if Daniella needs a ride?" she bit back.

He rolled his eyes, "This wouldn't be a problem if you weren't making it a fucking problem," he replied.

She scoffed out with a laugh because -- seriously? She didn't bother wasting her time with a response, shaking her head as she kept walking. Though suddenly he jumped in front of her, crouching down to pick her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck!?" she struggled, "Put me down! Remington!" she hit at his back.

This was so ridiculous and if she wasn't so pissed off, this situation might actually be comical. Remington was tall, this was a piece of cake, and it's nothing he hadn't done before. He thought that this was some sort of plan -- putting her in the car like the baby she was pouting as. There had been plenty of times when he'd had her in his arms and she'd enjoyed it.

This wasn't one of them.

"Remi -- I'm fucking serious --!"

"Just get in the car and shut up. I'm not letting you walk home --"

Vera was seeing red, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she did it, dipping her head down and her teeth clamped down on his hand. Remington yelped out, instantly losing his balance and she slipped out of his grasp, falling onto the pavement. She sat up, flustered but amused knowing no one would believe her if she tried to talk about how this night was playing out.

"You fucking bit me!" he gaped, almost in disbelief, definitely angrier than before, "I can't believe you fucking bit me, are you serious!?"

Vera let out a sharp laugh, "You dropped me," she sneered, pushing her long hair out of her face, "I told you to put me down,"

"And so you bite me instead?" he asked, completely flabbergasted at her childishness.

"Fuck around and find out," she shrugged back.

They both paused when they heard another voice behind them.

"You two good?"

There was another partygoer on the steps of the house, clearing having watched their bullshit play out. Remington and Vera glanced at one another, exhaled heavily. He straighten his shoulders, still shaking out his hand and she nodded curtly to the stranger.

"Yeah," she replied as he muttered out a "Fine"

The partygoer didn't appear overly convinced, but he left them alone and started walking in the other direction.

Remington glanced back at the car, wincing as he felt a drop of water bounce off his nose. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly to regain his composure, "Why does everything have to be a battle with you?"

"Just lucky I suppose," she tossed back.

He shook his head at her, "You gonna' stand up or what?"

Vera smirked, her anger dissipating into a mischievous mood as she held out her hands, and he obliged her as he hauled her to her feet. Her nose collided with his chest and he held her tightly in his arms, fingernails pressing into her skin. The look in his eyes was stern, his brown eyes darkened almost to jet black, annoyed with her clearly but he still cared deeply for her.

"You're mine," he whispered, his words raspy, shallow, "But in that same scenario I also belong to you. Nobody else matters to me but you, V,"

She believed him, he had proven himself to her time and time again and no matter how angry she wanted to be, he could always melt her resolve.

Maybe... just maybe... she had overreacted a little, "Fine. I'm sorry I yelled at you,"

"And?"

"And what?"

"You sorry for biting me?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "Nope,"

He scoffed back, nonetheless he too started to smile. His baby was a firecracker, stubborn and hot headed and sometimes she could fly off the rails. But Vera was always going to be his baby.

"Brat," he simpered, "Would you like to go back inside? Or should we go home?"

"What's going to happen if we stay?" she pouted at him.

"I'm going to stick to you like glue, that's what," he replied proudly.

"And if we go home?"

Remington took in every detail of her, the fullness of her red lips and the slight blush on her cheeks. So soft and delicate and all his. Always his.

He brought his lips down to her hear, his words teetering on a whisper, "If we go right now, I won't prolong your punishment,"

A spark of excitement flooded through her belly, she smiled cheekily.

"Answer, V. Uses your words," Remington moved her hair behind her ear, his fingers traced along the line of her jaw, his thumb brushed at her bottom lip, "You know your punishment will only get worse,"

Not falling into her temptation was almost a crime. Especially as Vera stretched her neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

She gave him his answer as she pulled away, starting for the shotgun seat of his car.

Remington hopped in the car, turned up the heat and began to drive. Despite his promises he drove a little slower, prolonging her wait on purpose. His hand stayed on her thigh on the drive.

Vera let out a small breath, looking out the window -- she had always been fond of storm clouds. Of course, as much as the rain was necessary for the usually dry climate, the flooding was also treacherous if you weren't used to it. Nevertheless, watching rains pour out of the Nevada desert was always breathtakingly striking.

A shiver ran down her spine and Vera reached for the heat dial but Remington's hand was already moving, making sure that the vents were pointing in her direction. He was annoying, cocky, and hard headed, but he was always considerate of her.

They both jumped when they heard a sharp popping noise, followed by sputtering. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly as Remington pulled off to the side of the road just and the car slowed to a halt.

Shit.

"You okay?" Remington asked her.

"Yeah -- what happened?" he attempted to start the engine once, twice, but it had stalled. He hummed back an answer as he jumped out of the car, "Where are you going? I'll just call a tower,"

But he was a mechanic, he worked on these problems all the time, he didn't need a tow truck. The only thing was that he didn't have any tools with him to fix whatever had busted under his hood.

Vera had seen enough horror movies that started out this way -- stranded car, dead of night, nobody around... she frowned as she took a longer look out the window, assessing their surroundings as she took got out of the car.

She came around to stand beside him, staring cluelessly at the car parts, "Can you fix it?"

"Of course I can fix it," he nodded.

She stared curiously at him, "You don't have your tools, do you?"

"Nope," he slammed the car hood down, looking around their area. Home wasn't far, maybe another ten minute walk, doable, "Fuck it, we'll walk,"

They began to walk down the road, passing the odd house that would eventually lead them back to their neighbourhood. Remington winced and looked down at their joined hands, a soft laugh slipped out of Vera's lips, "Sorry, that the bad hand?"

"I can't believe you drew blood,"

"I did not," she chuckled back, "Drama queen,"

"Rriiiiigghhtt," he smirked, "I'm the drama queen,"

Her best response was to stick her tongue out at him.

The good news was it didn't take too long to get back home. The bad news was the rain had indeed returned halfway, pouring down on them like hellfire. Remington and Vera ran as fast as they could until they came up to their walk.

Remington ransacked his pockets for the keys and she shook out her damp hair, running inside and shaking the cold off as best as they could.

"I'll get the towels," she remarked, kicking off her sneakers and running for the linen closet. Having a heat system in Nevada wasn't so much of a necessity, but boy, did Remington wish they'd invested in one. But their one saving grace was a fireplace; he lit a match and stoked the wood until the embers burned and the flames flickered.

Vera returned a moment later, damp, small, clutching towels to her chest. She was adorable, so mean and vicious one moment and the next she was staring at him like a bright-eyed bunny rabbit.

"God, look at you," he murmured, taking the towels and draping one over her shoulders, "Warm enough?"

She nodded, "You?"

He hummed lightly, hands moving against her arms under the towel, "I'll warm up plenty," he watched her for a long moment, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry about before, with Daniella,"

She let out a soft noise that sounded like a strangled chuckle, "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me," a small joke, but she did hear the genuine inflection in Remington's tone.

He smiled, "Maybe," he pecked her temple and her eyes fluttered shit. Remington drew her thumb along her jawline, his other resting on her waist, "I mostly ignore her when she starts like that," which was something Vera considered, "But I didn't realize it bothered you,"

"It does bother me," she lifted her chin to look up at him. And she realized that this was a conversation she really needed to have with her friend, since she was the one who always started this mess in the first place.

Remington nodded, "Won't happen again, hand of God,"

And despite how much she wanted to pout, she couldn't quite do it standing before him, the shadows from the fire flickered on the strong lines of his face, the sharp edges. She licked her lips, glancing at his, and she kissed him.

"Should I help you warm up?"

He smirked against her mouth, his hands slipped up under her shirt.

It didn't take very long to lose their clothing, Remington picked her up again only to land on the couch, smothering her with kisses along she shoulders, her breasts, down her sternum and stomach.

She squeezed her thighs together, the simmering heat in her belly spreading thick and heavy like molasses.

"What is it with you picking me up?" she mused curiously.

Remington settled between her legs, grinning coyly, "Like you don't like it,"

The heat of his body along her inner thighs was driving Vera a little crazy and instead of dignifying that comment with a response, she leaned up to kiss him instead. She wanted to touch him, feel every ripple of his muscle shudder under touch, whining as he collected her hands together and forced her arms over her head.

Her hips thrusted against his own, struggling to get loose as he reached for his belt off the floor. She began to laugh.

"You're still gonna' punish me?" she awed, feigning a pout.

He smirked as he tied her wrists together snug, not too tight, not too loose, "You bit me. You think you get to get away with that?"

She turned her head into the cushion, blushing heavily under his sneer. She butt wiggled against the leather, her naked erection rubbing against her hip and she whined, impatient for him, excited all the same.

Remington gently pushed her thighs further apart, licking his lips at the flushed colour between her legs, his fingers slipped inside of her so easily and she squirmed on the spot.

Regardless of how many times they'd fucked, Remington always wanted to stretch her out, making her gasp out, moaning sinfully. Vera never tired of this he was so good at taking his time. He kissed her thighs, plush lips like the softest feathers against her skin, the anticipating pleasure was quickly replaced with a stinging pain as he brought his hand down on her ass. She cried out in surprise.

"Here's the rules. I'm going to play down here for a minute. One whole minute," he ran his hand over the spot he's spanked, caressing it carefully, "You have to count out loud to a minute. If you falter, or stop for whatever reason, you get one of these --" he brought his hand on her cheek again, a filthy sound echoed from the collision. Vera jolted back, not expecting that he'd go hard immediately, "And we have to start all over again. Think you can do it?"

His hardened length was obvious against her hip, but he ignored his own need in favour of grinding his thigh against her. Vera inhaled deeply, her heart racing in her chest but she was excited. She loved taking on a good challenge.

"Bring it on,"

He smirked, hovering right above where she needed him, blowing a puff of hot air over her quivering sex before diving in like a man starved. Vera jolted, he wasn't holding back. His skillful tongue worked over her aching clit with precision, causing her to throw your head back into the pillows and let out a heavy sigh of pleasure.

He spanked her again, took his mouth away.

"Start counting," he ordered, sneaking one finger down to her sopping entrance, using her slick to aid him in sliding it inside of her. She took a deep breath and began counting.

"One... two... three.."

His lips wrapped firmly around her bundle of nerves and he sucked harshly, making her cry out between numbers. He used this momentary distraction to slip a second finger inside her waiting hole, beginning to scissor his fingers inside of her to stretch her out. He made come-hither motions with his dexterous fingers, hitting her g spot repeatedly while never letting up on the assault to her clit, his tongue drawing figure eights on the sensitive bundle.

"... Fourteen... Fifteen... Six -- ah. Owh!"she felt she could jump off the couch as he spanked her again. She couldn't help it, his ministrations took her to another dimension of pleasure. It was then she realized just how hard this was going to be.

"Fuck,"

"Again,"

The cycle repeated, over and over again. Remington used his tongue to destroy her, suckling, nipping, penetrating her, all the while keeping a sharp ear out for her counting. Every pause, every gasp, any flicker of hesitation, she got a smack. And she had to start again. Of course he was the master of teasing her, commenting on her arousal, how good she tasted, how he couldn't wait to be inside of her. All she had to do was count to sixty without pause, and she could have it all.

"... Twenty-nine... thirty... -- fuck!" she cried out when he suddenly flicked her clit hard, continuing to beat down on the sensitive bud as he delivered the next blow. Her skin was beginning to burn, her resolve breaking, tears brimming for the pain and the pleasure.

She couldn't help it when her hips started to move on their own accord to relieve the pressure, but he pinched her hip as a warning, "Hold still," he was staring at her with dark eyes, drunk on lust and power, his lips and chin glistening with her, "You finish one whole round and I'll let you come,"

She wanted to scream, fight back, plead, beg, promise anything so long as he let her off. But she bit her lip, nodding in desperation, and it was enough for Remington go dive back in again, eating her like she was his last meal. It could never be just a taste with Vera, he always needed more of her; her sweetness overpowered his taste buds, her wetness dribbling down his chin, the delicious sounds she's make because of how good he was making her feel. More of her, everything.

"One... two... three... four..."

Staying still was already difficult but Remington tortured her some more, bringing his fingers back to play with her. While he sucked on her fold, two digits teased her entrance, sliding deeper into her.

"... Thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three..."

God, she's beautiful, he remarked to himself, all needy and desperate for him; but then again she was always so beautiful. Even when she had a long day at work and her makeup was messy, when she was so fixated on whatever show they were watching, her teeth biting through her lip when they were in the process of a job.

"...Fifty-six... fifty-seven... fifty-eight... fifty-nine... sixty," she let out a heavy gasp, feeling as though she'd just run a marathon. She finally did it. Her soft voice pulled him back to reality, his head momentarily filled with innocent thoughts about how much he loved her while his fingers were still very much scissoring her open, his tongue hammering on her clit.

"Remi, please,"

The smuggest man alive, he sped up his ministrations, revelling in how her moans increased, her body grew taught. His free hand snuck its way from his hip to her bare breast, fondling, teasing one of her nipples as it pebbled up. It felt incredible.

At this point, his cock was so painfully hard against the couch that Remington found himself raising his hips every now and then in shallow trusts, hoping to relieve the throbbing in crotch he wanted to make her come from his mouth first, fucking her later was the prize.

If only she wasn't tied up, Vera could at least stimulate her other breast, not that he wasn't doing his job well, "so close, baby..."

He chuckled darkly, "Come on..." he muttered against her, his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly with his fingers teasing and pinching her nipple, "Come for me. Come all over me, sweet girl,"

With his fingers relentlessly fucking her hole and stimulating her nipples, his tongue hammering down on her, it didn't take long before a white hot heat ripped through her, every part of her body tingled deliciously, his name spilled from her lips as she fluttered around his fingers. She could've cried from the overwhelming pleasure. She gushed and soaked his hand and mouth, but he eagerly lapped it all up, not letting a single drop of her go to waste. He didn't stop fucking her even after her orgasm had ceased and her body began to relax again.

When she came back down, Remington was still slowly, diligently licking her, this time with tenderness and dedication. If she had fucked his face before, now he was making out with her cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.

“Quite a show, sweet girl,” he murmured. She brought her tied wrists down, smacking his shoulder. He laughed heartily.

He had loved watching her breasts bounce, her head thrown back, her thighs wiggling at the way she was grinding on him. And her face — sweet mercy, her face…

He was lost in her.

"Your brothers are gonna' kill us," she panted, now registering that they were still at the party.

Remington chuckled and shrugged, “They’ll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs,” he reached up to undo the belt, gently bringing her arms back down, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," the first thing she did was bring her hands to his face, pulling him to her for a kiss.

"Was it too much?" he stroked her cheek.

She shook her head, giggling quietly, "I mean -- kind of... but that's the point of punishment, right?" his eyes were clear of his stern demeanour before, no trace of malevolence, only adoration to match his soft, boyish grin.

"Right," he kissed her shoulder, his erection was grinding on her hip. He was needy for her, but he wanted to give her a moment to recover, "Think you can go again?"

"Gimme' two minutes?" she pleaded, batting her lashes at him.

"How about I give you five?"

"Deal," he snuggled up on top of her, his body heat obliterating her in tandem with the heat from the fire. Their lips painted across whatever patches of skin they could reach, hands caressing, soothing over sweaty limbs.

His erection continued to throb against her hip, she took mercy on him, “I’m gonna blow you,” she whispered, more as a declaration than a request.

He whined, but still obliged her as they switched positions, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable, “It’ll be the easiest orgasm ever,”

Vera giggled and settled between his legs, her free hand smoothing over the skin of his hip, “Damn, you’re delicious,” she murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.

He hissed and thrusted up.

"Vera?"

"Yes Remington?"

"... Please don't bite me,"

She laughed, wasting no time: she swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with her hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in her palm.

Three strokes and Remington's hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting her tongue.

“I fucking love you, V,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock,” she bobbed her head on him even more enthusiastically, “I love every damn thing about you, baby,"

He was so far gone and she was so helplessly proud of it.

He spilled inside her in a minute, and she took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.

His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.

She gasped out for air, wiping her mouth clean and headed back up, at his side.

As he stared into her eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, she pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.

Tentatively, she rolled on top of him before planting her lips on his, pushing her tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing her to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you. He arched up and wrapped his lips around her tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against her hip.

And then they found themselves laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.

Not even in her worst night Vera had managed to make half the mess she was seeing in that moment.

“We're in trouble,” she commented, Remington peacefully kissing her chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed, "We need to clean up before they get home,"

“Just a minute,” he debated before hearing you dissent.

“Come on, baby. You can nap on the tiddies later. Let’s go,”

“I want cuddles,” he spoke through a pout.

That made her heart melt. “I’ll cuddle you after we shower,”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

She chuckled, “We can take a bath, baby,” she kissed the top of his head. She had no idea who was the messier between the two of them at the moment, she only knew it was her turn to take care of her sweet boy tonight.

[thehollowwriter]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

I giggle like an insane person as I'm given another opportunity to shove the Stupendium down my friends' throats 🥰 They are my favourite music artist ever. Thank you sm for sending this!

1. Slide Into the Void by The Stupendium

2. Wool Over Our Eyes by The Stupendium

3. Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale

4. No Love In LA by Palaye Royale

5. A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel

(Pls send more I'm going to explode)

[ethan-elliott]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

ooh excited to do this, thank you anon!! picking my most recent rotation of songs because it changes a lot :D

(1) Bleeders - Black Veil Brides

(2) Next Semester - twenty one pilots

(3) Jump Scare - Seb Lowe

(4) Ragnarok II: The Calling - The Mechanisms

(5) Showbiz - Palaye Royale

not sure if I have 10 followers haha but gonna ask @sunnylemonss @shreysheep and anyone else who wants to join on!!

[dmnksrt]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

Darling, just post us (meee) some good Yoongi and Palaye music!

Damn. I am such a technical illiterate for tumblr. I just found my Yeobo's (@skzoologist) cute message now back from December.

So 5 fav songs I guess

1) Palaye Royale - Worlds End

2) AGUST D - Interlude: Set me free

3) Palaye Royale - umakemenotwannadie

4) AGUST D - Honsool

5) Palaye Royale - No love in LA

you don't know how hard it was to choose when literally the work of those musicians keeps me going (every song is just kfgsjgb soo good). So I called in the help of those stats maker things.

[anto-pops]

I got tagged in this by a few people, thank you @just-another-fanfiction-writer @ominist @imaslytherpuff and @froggyinaspen for thinking of me !!

🎶✨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

I hit shuffle so this is legitimately all over the place LMAO

The Upside - Lindsey Sterling

Black Sheep - Palaye Royale

Lento - Najwa

It's On Again - Alicia Keys

Snakes - PVRIS & MIYAVI

I'm almost positive everyone has done this by now so if I'm repeat-tagging you for it I'M SORRY !! @shadowtriovibes @legacygirlingreen @tiny-shot @ominisss @yaboysebby @ravenelyx @sallowly @xantineverdoer