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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months

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Right After All: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: dean cheats on his girlfriend just by kissing

Summary: You can't get Dean out of your mind since he kissed you. You can't get the way your twin is treating him out of your mind. He has a choice to make: you or her. Does he choose right?

read part one here: Right After All

Square Filled: pining (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

You can’t ever look at Dean the same way again. Every time he’s over at the house with your twin, he steals secret glances and longing looks. That night at the party changed everything between you, but you haven’t done anything about it since. He hasn’t made another move on you even though he clearly wants to. It’s honestly suffocating you because you have feelings for him and it feels like he’s teasing you.

All weekend you’ve been in your room studying for your internship at the local hospital. It starts in a couple of weeks and you want to be prepared for whatever they’re gonna throw at you. It’d be embarrassing if they threw a curveball at you and you stumbled over your words or got it wrong. It’s grueling work but you’re going to save a lot of lives with it.

That’s the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, your bedroom door opens and your twin walks in wearing something revealing. She must be going out with Dean. She has a tendency to use her body to get what she wants.

“Where are you going dressed like that?”

“The Bunker for a barbecue. You’re coming with me,” she says and finishes fixing her hair.

“Since when do you go to barbecues?”

“Since I’ve been wanting to go on a vacation to Spain,” she smirks.

Of course. She’s only going to get something in return. God forbid she goes just to spend time with Dean and get to know him. It hurts knowing he’s being mistreated and there is nothing you can do about that. You sigh, cap your highlighter, and close your textbook to give her your undivided attention.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What?”

“Dean doesn’t have a lot of money as it is, and you’re only going to this to convince him to take you on a vacation halfway around the world?”

“Why are you judging me?” she scoffs.

“Did you know he doesn’t like flying? He’s terrified of it.”

Clarissa stares at you without a care in the world. She flips her hair over her shoulder and walks out of your bedroom.

“Get dressed. We’re both going.”

The last time you and Dean were in a room full of people with alcohol, he kissed you because he saw your tattoo behind your ear. Your sister is too scared of needles and pain to get a tattoo, otherwise, you’d get matching ones with her. For this event, you decide to cover your tattoo with makeup and after doing that, you get changed into a floral print dress that flows just past your knees.

The Bunker has always been a mystery to you since you’ve heard countless stories but have never seen it. When you get there, you’re shocked by how desolate the area is. The building is big but there are no bright trees or anything stimulating to look at. There is an empty field next to it that isn’t being used, but there is a certain charm to it.

“This is it?” Clarissa scrunches her face up.

“I think it’s cool and mysterious.”

“It’s dirty.”

“Behave, please.”

You two get out of the car and walk down the stone steps to the front door. You knock on it and wait a minute before Dean opens the door. He smiles when he sees you, and you could have sworn you see the smile faltering a bit when he looks at Clarissa.

“Glad you could come. Everyone else is already inside.” Clarissa walks past him first and then you, and he notices the empty spot right behind your ear where your tattoo used to be. He chuckles to himself but decides not to say anything about it. “Kitchen is off to the right.”

“Wow, this place is amazing!” you gasp and look around in amazement.

“Looks ancient. Have you ever thought about modernizing it?” Clarissa asks.

“This is how we found it. We don’t have any desire to change it.” Dean leads you two to the kitchen where his friends and Sam are chatting. “Guys, this is my girlfriend Clarissa and her twin, Y/N. Girls, you know Sam. Meet Eileen, Sam’s girlfriend, Charlie, Rowena, Gabriel, Castiel, and Jack.”

Introductions are exchanged as Dean gets to cooking. This isn’t a normal barbecue because it’s all indoors but the energy is the same as one. As Dean is cooking, Clarissa slinks up to his side and sweet-talks him knowing she is going to get what she wants before she leaves. You can’t bear to watch her manipulate him so you decide to break off from the group and explore on your own.

You leave the kitchen and end up in the big library where there are tons of books on almost anything related to hunting. Your fingers lightly skim the spines of the books you pass until you come across a section that’s interesting. You grab the book about dragons and open up to a random page. How did you ever live your life not knowing these kinds of creatures existed side-by-side with you?

“You know,” Dean’s voice interrupts your reading, “just because you covered your tattoo, doesn’t mean I can’t tell the difference between you and your twin.”

You jump slightly at his voice and turn to him with the book still in your hand. This is dangerous territory so you decide to immediately change the topic.

“This is all very impressive. I never knew things like these existed.”

“Dragons are tricky,” Dean says and walks toward you. “They like to snack on virgins.”

“Then I guess I’m safe,” you chuckle and put the book back where you found it. This is where you notice how close Dean is standing to you, and how much room you have to avoid him. “Maybe we should get back to the party.”

“We have about twenty minutes. Sam’s telling his ‘I-saved-a-bus-full-of-people’ story.” You chuckle nervously and lick your dry lips. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Yes, yes you do.”

You look into his green eyes and glance at his lips. Seeing how plump they are is enough to make you part your own slightly.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself.

He grabs both sides of your face and pulls you into him. He pins you to the bookshelves and kisses you like he’s been wanting to since the first time he has. This time, you allow yourself to get immersed in the kiss. Both your lips move in harmony with each other, and he slides his tongue across your bottom lip.

This time, you give him access.

Your brain processes what’s happening and sends off red alarm bells that you listen to. You pull away from Dean and lightly push on his chest to give yourself some distance from him.

“This isn’t a good idea,” you pant.

“Why not?”

“You’re with my sister.” You take three big steps away from him. He doesn’t have anything to say about that. “Look, I’m not going to ask you to choose. I’d never ask you to do something like that, but I can’t kiss you knowing you’re with someone else.”

You quickly leave the library and rejoin everyone in the kitchen. No one seems to notice how long you’ve been gone or what you’ve been up to. Sam just finished his hero story and everyone praises him for the work he did to save those people.

“You got a nice collection of books,” you speak up and cross the kitchen to join his side.

“You’re more than welcome to borrow one if you’d like.”

“Thank you. I saw a book about dragons and I was curious.”

“Yeah, dragons are tricky creatures.”

Dean walks into the kitchen as if he has to run out real quick. You can’t seem to meet his eye as you grab a snack to eat. Clarissa slinks up to his side and kisses his cheek while running her hand over his clothed chest.

“Why don’t you show me to your room?” she giggles.

You look up and lock eyes with Dean. In that one moment, no one else mattered but the two of you. No one else existed but you two. Then he breaks eye contact and does something that makes you realize that he’s either comfortable in his relationship or he doesn’t like you as much as you think he does.

He walks away.

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anamelessfool · 3 months

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Valentine's Day 1985

I wanted to feature some platonic/family Valentine's Day drabbles, since that's how I personally like the holiday. Primo and 8-year old Copia from my AU. I'm dedicating this one to @ghuleh-recs because they have have done so much for the community and inspired me to just go big.

I have three planned! Let's keep the love going! Ficlet/Drabble Below the cut!

It was nearly afternoon and Copia could not find Primo anywhere. Copia had been waiting for him back in their shared cell, art supplies in hand. Primo always woke earlier than everyone else, off to do some chore or other. On the other side of the cell was Primo’s bed, neatly made. Primo didn't collect much— just a few of Copia’s paper sculptures on his nightstand, a framed photo of his mother. His watch was there too, which meant he was out on a run. So that could be it. On bad days he would be out running for hours. Copia unfolded his carefully cut art project, scrutinizing the shapes and folds of the little dolls linking arms. He had hidden his craft supplies in a shoebox under his bed, doing his best to work in secret lest his brother discover his surprise.

“Down in the kitchen, maybe,” Copia said to his three rats in the nearby cage. It was cold and so they continued to nap in their pile of felt and fur. Copia got to his feet, tucking the card in his book and shoving the whole thing under his arm. After his little doorknob-tapping ritual (once for his rats, twice for bravery, three times for luck) he was out and en route to the dining hall.

“Came in from his jog,” recalled Sister Agatha as Copia found her in the dining hall. She gestured over to the spotless kitchen. “Then noticed the range needed cleaning.”

“And he was here?”

“Oh, about two hours too long,” chuckled Agatha. “Then he fixed that knocking going on in the fridge. Then back out the door. And that was that.” She shuffled over to a tinfoil-covered plate and pulled out a little something for the boy. A heart-shaped cookie, decorated with pink crystals of sugar. “Don't forget this on your way out, Mr. Holmes.”

“Thank you.” Copia inserted the cookie into his mouth, did a little hop and scurried out. Nothing else to fix, so Primo moved on to his most common little problem. Copia now knew exactly where Primo was.

As soon as Copia stepped out into the cold he heard the familiar thwack echo across the stone walls of the Ministry building. Primo was by the garden shed, adding to the already precariously tall woodpile one axe blow at a time.

Primo was an easygoing sort of person, an unflappable pillar of good natured-ness, but Copia had known his adoptive father-brother for so long that he could tell exactly what was on his mind. This sudden onset of busy-ness, the relentless puttering only meant one thing:

It was not going well with him and a paramour.

Primo noticed him and buried the axe head into the stump with an effortless toss. There was a haze of heated persperation wafting from his rough friar’s habit. He smiled, but his eyes felt far away. “Ah, sorry, you wanted to show me something, I forgot. Copia, where's your coat?”

Copia swallowed. “Um er…are you and…Brother Vincenzo…”

“Ah, Vinny?” Primo curbed a grimace. “I needed to be by myself for a while.”

Copia burned with embarrassment. “Sorry I um…I…”

“Too many differences,” said Primo plainly. “We're on good terms, though. Don't worry.” He settled in on the cement bench nearby, a thin unsteady smile on his face. “Didn't care too much for this holiday anyway. What you got there, mausi?”

Copia dropped the book in his lap, and Primo touched the title with his fingers, reading aloud slowly. “Paper…paper cutouts.”

“Yes, like this!” Copia pulled out the bundle of folded papers, expanding it wide in front of him with a grin. “Tah-dah!”

“Oh, wow!”

“It's for you. Em…Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry.”

“What you sorry about?”

Copia looked down at the frozen dirt, his face burning. He wanted so badly for Primo to be well. Primo did everything in his power to build a wall of normalcy around him, and as Copia grew he felt its presence more and more. It tugged at his heart knowing that he could do little to help. For a moment he doubted if he did his doorknob ritual before leaving for the day— he wouldn't feel this way if he did. He must have forgot. More embarrassment. More springs winding.

Primo gave a good-natured scoff. “It happens.” He reached out with a roughened hand and investigated the little chain of paper dolls. “Fine work here, mausi. Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day, Copia.”

“I wanted to teach you,” Copia replied, his voice growing strong as Primo’s praise bolstered his spirit.

“I'd love to learn,” Primo said, and he rose, creaking, to his feet. “And we need to get you inside. Bring a coat next time.” He gestured at Copia once more, and the boy held his hand. The semi-frozen ground crunched underfoot as they crossed the lawn. “Lunch first?”

Copia nodded. “Sister Agatha made cookies.”

“Paper cutouts,” Primo mused. They got to the door, and he let Copia in but not without a teasing ruffle of his hair. “So…is this why I kept seeing all those little pieces of white paper all over the carpets, huh?” Primo smirk. “Nihil stole a box of xerox paper for you?”

“He…said he'd put it back,” Copia muttered shyly.

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anime-is-godlike · 1 year

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Twisted wonderland dorms x esmeralda reader

One day the dorm leaders (jamil instead of kalim for this one) finds a magical stone with the power to show parts of the past of someone close to them they choose not to use it to respect there privacy of that person but shenanigans ensue and the stone is used and there shown there dear SO’s past

This is the Disney version of the hunchback of notre dame

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It was a very hectic day for the poor snake boy as the dorm leader had yet another banquet in the works which left jamil stuck in the kitchen slaving away over a hot stove as the day seemed to drag his mind often wonders to yuu

“I wonder what’s she’s doing?” He was cutting up some vegetables and humming a small song in his head he heard from you and preying that this day would just end so he could meet up with you

‘Thunk’

Just then he heard the sound of something dropping he looked around to see nothing on the table and fallen he looked around again suspicious he shook it of and went back to cooking

Once he was done and everything was set for tomorrow he went to check on kalim he entered into the main part of the dorm

“Hey-” as he enters he kick something and he bent down and picks up a stone it looks odd but something about it captivated jamil in a way he can’t describe

“Jamil what’s that” kalim was up close to jamil his eyes widen slightly but shakes it of a puts it in his pocket

“You stay here I need to go to the headmaster for a minute” kalim nods his head but something occurred to jamil and he sighs

“You’ll have to come along” at this kalim eyes widen with a sparkle

“Well let’s get going” kalim run in front of jamil who sighs, he was right about it being a absurdly long day

Once they got to the headmaster office and jamil shows him the stone he then goes on to explain that it’s a memory stone who shows the person holding the stone the memory of the person in their heart jamil immediately thinks of you

“Wow so we could see yuu past!?” Kalim said as they walked back to the dorm what they didn’t know was that a certain cat was listening in he heard the word stone and thought they meant the black stone

Jamil is definitely tempted your past is a mystery they only thing he know is that your something called a gypsy and that you and him dance A lot together but yuu didn’t pry him about his past so he pocket the stone

“Yes but they didn’t look into mine so I won’t with them” sadly fate had another idea….well more like a hungry cat had another idea

“Nyaaaaa!!” Grim suddenly jumped from a bush and on to jamil sadly for grim jamil spotted him as they left the office

“Not so fast grim” jamil slides to the left and avoids grim who flew right past him

“Nyyyyaaaa I want the stone!!!” Grim yelled and jumped up again this time Kalimantan joining in

“Kalim what are you doing” kalim eyes sparkled

“This seems like fun” he chuckles jamil is not 1000% done and wants to go find you sadly with having to look out for two people now he failed to notice a certain paw reaching into his pocket finally when he did see it

“Hey!!” Jamil runs up just a grim was about to eat the stone jamil grabs it and kalim grabs grim suddenly a blinding flash of light surrounded them then darkness

…………..

Jamil wakes up first and is on hight alert he immediately goes over the kalim and shakes him awake

“Mmmg five more minutes” kalim mumbled to which jamil sighed

“He okay” he then looked over to grim

“Mind explaining yourself?” Jamil crosses his arms and looks at the poor cat

“I thought it was a black rock” grim mumbles and pouts great just great he stuck here jamil looks around

There was a huge building with a round stain glass window and snow everywhere with a distance sound of low singing

“Where are we” kalim finally wakes up and is stood next to jamil looking at the building along with grim suddenly everything around them goes dark and a blue orb floats down every so gracefully

“Good evening” it said in a high pitched voice

“Who are you” jamil says getting straight to the point to which it hummed

“I’m the keeper of this stone here to show you yuu’s past now please be quiet while I explain the rules” it floats down towards the three just then three items appeared suspended in mid air it was a small wooden doll which looked like yuu the second one was a golden headpiece which looked like a dancers and the finale item was a necklace with a cross in the middle it looked like it was made of string

“Each one of these items holds a key peace of her personality” the orb flew over to the necklace

“Her kindness” then it flew over to the crown

“Her passion” then flew over to the doll

“And a darkness” jamil narrows his eyes at the last one what darkness

“Pick one item and you can see into her memory but be warned once you’ve chosen a item you can only see memories connected to her personality so what shall it be her kindness her passion or darkness” the orb giggled and flew up in the air and the the three turn to each other

Jamil has one hand on his hip and hand dance between his thin and indexed finger and has a ponder he can’t exactly get out of this situation so which should he chois honestly in this moment he wished you were here your presence alone calms him

“Sorry but times up” the orb says and fly up this shocked him he then grumble should have know there was a time limit kalim and grim look around in wonder just then the crown descends towards then and spins around a red dust surrounded then and now it was day time

“Woooow” kalim says looking around at the place

“So this is yuu’s home I’d definitely like to come here” jamil looks around for any signs of danger

“Kalim keep close” grim grumbles about wanting something to eat they then hear music and look to see yuu dancing with a instrument and jolly dancing around a hat

A little girl was about to run over when her mother stops her

“Stay away child they’re gypsies they’ll steal us blind” she grays her daughter away saying this

“But yuu would never do that” kalim says jamil sighed a shakes his head

“True kamil that’s very true” he keeps quiet and continues to watch the scene

Yuu continued to dance to the beat of the tambourine then a man approached with a horse and gave out a coin in the hat he looked at yuu with a smile and was just about to walk of when a whistle made yuu and the others start to pack up and run

Jamil and kalim looked confused as did grim

“Why are they running that looked like a lot of fun” kalim said with a sad smile jamil looked around wondering what made you so on edge

Jolly grabbed the hat with the coins in it but some fell out as he was running the goat stopped and called out to yuu, she stopped and ran back picking up some of the coins and putting them in the hat when two guards approached her

“That doesn’t look good” grim said with worry and kalim nod jamil looks at the scene when there from its not illegal to dance and play music in the streets so why are you in trouble

“All right gypsy” the guard grabs yuu hat

“Where’d ya get the money?” He asked accusatorially

“For your informationI earned it” yuu said snatching the hat back

“Gypsies don’t earn money” one said to yuu the other came up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulders

“They steal it” he said

Jamil clenched his fist at the man how dare they accuse you with no evidence and just on the fact your a gypsy

“Jamil what are they doing has yuu done something wrong?” Kalim asked worried for yuu

“She hasn’t done anything wrong those filth are judging her without any” kalim eyes widen then narrow grim watched the whole scene confused

“You’d know a lot about stealing” yuu said to the guards

“I thought they where supposed to help and protect people?” Kalim said and jamil fist tightened how dare they grim senses the tension and keeps his mouth shunt for once

“Troublemaker eh?” The guard grabs the hat from your hands

Jamil stomped forward only to phase through them Damn it he was so caught up in his anger he forgot this is a memory this….has already happened….but why does that piss him of more

Yuu grabs the hat back from him and the other guard from behind her holds her back yuu lifts her leg up and kicks the man in front

“Maybe a day in the stocks will cool ya down” one guard grabs yuu arm and other other grabs the other arm jolly sprang into action and head butted one guard then jumps back and kicks the other

“Have I ever said how much I like the goat?” Jamil said to himself right now he was giving the goat thanks which was rare as him and jolly didn’t get along well

Yuu then takes off running down the street and everything freezes and the scene changes to a stage and a man with blue purple and yellow yelled

“Dance La yuu” he throws something on the ground which turned into red smoke and yuu appeared

“Hey that’s like the stuff that surrounded us” kalim said but jamil was a little…..let’s just say…distracted

There yuu was in a red and purple dress which hugged every part of her body with a golden…crown?!

“Hey that’s the same crown the orb showed us?!” Grim said and jamil finally looked at your head to see that grim was indeed right

Yuu was dancing around kicking her legs up and spinning to music to what looked like a festival of people just then the noise was turned down and a voice clear as dat rang threw and the three look up

“Look at that disgusting display” a old man said looking at yuu with disgust and…something else which made jamil suspicious and creeped out next to the old man in purple was the man from the beginning of the flashback with a stern look on his face which didn’t reach his eyes

Yuu then skips to the old man and wraps and piece of fabric around his neck then shove his hat down his face she then skips off and the man looked enraged and tore the fabric of his neck in a huff

Yuu then spins around and does a front flip which lands in a spilt the she then hopes up and grabs and man spear sticks it into the ground and spins around it with her legs and and does one final bow and the scene freezes again and changes

Jamil gulped with red cheeks yeah you and him dance a number of time but definitely not like that kalim looks at jamil

“You okay?” Jamil snaps his head over to kalim

“I’m fine” just then the scene starts again

It’s the same place yuu was dancing in but this time yuu is in front of a man with a hunchback you voice booms out

“Ewww” grim said only to get hit in the forehead by jamil

“JUSTICE!!” Yuu said with a hand in the air and helps the boy up

“Mark my words gypsy you will pay for this indolence” the old man in purple said pointing at yuu

“Then it appears we’ve crowned the wrong fool” yuu said bowing and picking up a ‘crown’

“The only fool I see is you!” Yuu throws the ‘crown’ to the old man’s feet

“Captain Phoebus arrest her” the old man barks at the other man who clicks is fingers and points to yuu

The threes eyes went wide what exactly is going on in your world

Soon you where surrounded

“Now let’s see one two three four five six seven eight nine so there’s ten of you and one of me what’s a poor girl to do” yuu take out a handkerchief from your shirt you pretend cry and blow your nose and boom red smoke and your gone

“Yuu has to teach me that!!” Kamil said excitedly

“Noo!!” Jamil yells out if kamil could do that it would cause nothing but problems

“Witchcraft?!” The old man said and everything goes back to normal jamil looks around and sees he’s back where they disappeared from he walks kalim back to the dorm

by the time he gets back grim had disappeared probably to get food so he heads to your dorm he sees your outside dancing away with jolly at your feet he sneaks behind you and grabs you by the waist pulling you close you yelp but soon nothing it’s your boyfriend you chuckle

“Did ya miss me that much” yuu say slowly patting his head

“You have no idea” he said later on he explained what had happened

“I guess maybe Nows a good a time as any to explain” and so you did and to say the man was mad would be a understatement he nearly went as red as riddle when you told him about what that old man did he hugged you close after you finished telling him only the get head butted by good old jolly

“I take back what I said about you” he said to jolly which you looked at him confused then chuckled

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Hope everyone is enjoying everything sorry it took so long this time also for the next one hope you like music

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Chapter 7

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building, relationship development, smut, oral, teasing, multiple positions, demon dick.

Concept: Levi takes you to his demon home to show you around. You both enjoy a nice bath together before Levi and you become one for the first time.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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You held Levi’s hand as you walked through the night. You gazed up at Levi wondering what he had planned for you both. You blushed as he raised your hand and kissed the back of it. Your heart danced in your chest as your mind run wild with all the ideas you had. Your necklace stone was red, but you’d been working so much on the last piece of art that you hadn’t acted on the changing stone. However, you had agreed to take a break and Levi was taking you for a nice walk after having dinner at home.

You frowned a little when he led you to the temple. “How come we’re here?”

He winked at you. He clicked his fingers making a black key with red vines appear in his hand. “This is a special key for us.” He placed it in the keyhole and turned it.

You looked up and saw a tidal wave of black ripple over the door from the keyhole. “Wow.”

Levi opened the door to reveal the inside of a home inside a bigger temple. “This is our demon home.”

You walked into the building as Levi closed the door and locked it behind him. You admired the tall pillars with lights on them. His kitchen was modern with the latest things in to making cooking easier. The living area had a sofa that was more like a bed with comfy fluffy blankets for snuggling. You adored the library area that had comfy leather seats. You noticed a door in the back which you assumed would lead to the bathroom. Your blush heated your cheeks when you admired the bed. Right where the altar should be was a huge bed.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you from behind. “Do you like it?”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “I love it. It’s so dark and cosy. It’s very us.”

His lips danced on your neck, his voice deep and his breath hot as he spoke against your skin. “Would you like a drink? Maybe a bath?”

You nibbled your lip as nerves tingled inside you. You loved the choices, the place and Levi. You weren’t sure what you wanted. You hummed in thought. “I’m not sure.”

He released you and placed a hand on your back. He guided you to the bathroom door and opened it. Inside the bathroom was a pool bath filled with hot steamy water. There was a waterfall shower for you and a nice toilet area. “How about a drink in the bath?”

You nodded and started stripping. You placed your clothes in the changing section before walking down the steps and into the water. You dipped under the water before pushing your hair back and sighing. You smiled in delight as your body relaxed in the water. You inhaled deeply and felt your aching bones and troubles just wash away.

Levi stripped his things odd and stood before you in his human form. He placed the drinks on a floating table and moved them towards you. “Here.”

You picked up a glass and pouted a little. “Why are you not in demon form?”

He shivered causing his body to change before your eyes. “Better?”

You stared at his penis with a soft blush. “Yes.”

He walked down into the water. He picked up his drink and sat next to you. “You enjoying the bath?”

You nodded. “It’s cosy. Is there something in the water?”

“There is, it’s meant to relax you.” He placed his hand on the top of your drink. “Just to let you know, this demon drink is an aphrodisiac of sorts. Most of our drinks are like this. It’ll just make you feel good, relaxed and a bit horny.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy to drink it.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and sipped your drink. “Mm, it’s like pink lemonade.”

He blushed a little. “You like it?”

“Love it.”

He moved closer to you. “It’s also to help us both relax. This is our first time as a couple, you know going all the way. I am nervous because I’m a demon and you’re a human. You’re my first human.”

You took Levi’s glass and put his and your cups on the side. You cupped his face and kissed him. “I love you for you.”

Levi’s claws massaged your waist. He pulled you against him as he deepened the kiss. His forked tongue moved with yours. He lifted you a little as he moaned against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You walked backwards and pulled Levi with you. “I want you.” You panted and shivered a little as you felt the slickness increase between your legs. “I need you.”

Levi climbed out of the water with you. He wrapped you up in a towel and dried you off. “I only want one part of you getting the bed wet.”

You giggled as Levi dried you off. “Yes, sir.”

He dried himself off. “Would you like to take a drink with you?”

You leaned over and grabbed your glass and the bottle. You walked out of the bathroom and glanced over at Levi. “Nice and warm in here.”

Levi felt himself drooling at seeing you walk around naked with confidence. He cleaned up the bathroom before racing out into the main room. He looked around the temple home before landing his gaze on you. He smiled at seeing you sitting on his bed, glass in hand with your legs tucked to the side as you sat on your thigh. He walked closer to you as he felt his hunger rising deep within him.

You downed most of your drink and hummed. “I have something for you.”

His eyes dragged all over your body. “Is it your whole body? Your pussy dripping in your sweet nectar? Your delicious breasts ready to be sucked?”

You shifted your legs and sat back on the bed. You leaned on one forearm and smirked at Levi. “How about this?” You tapped the cold rim of the glass to your chest and poured it so it ran slowly down between your breasts. “Drink up.”

Levi moaned as he watched the drink roll down your body. He dove for you as his hunger for your body overtook his actions. He flattened his tongue against your stomach just above your belly button. He dragged his forked tongue up your body as he lapped up the drink. Your skin burned at his touch, his love, his dedication to his lover which was you.

He locked eyes with you and smiled. “I think I’d like to have my drinks like this from now on.”

You pushed your fingers into his hair and saw his pupils turn to slits. You smiled softly at him as you moved your touch to his horns. You pulled him closer and captured his lips. You moaned softly as he pushed his forked tongue into your mouth. You slowly rolled over and pressed him against the bed.

You straddled your lover as a delicate smile graced your lips. “You look good under me.” You knelt up and purred. You ran your hands over your body. You gasped when you felt something very hot tap against your bum. “What’s that?” You shifted and let Levi’s fully erect demon cock tap against his abs and stomach. “Hello, handsome.”

Levi ran his hands up and down your thighs sending a tingling warmth to shoot through your aching body. “I want to taste you.”

You sat on his cock and shivered at feeling the bumps against your lips and clit. You rolled your lips as you softly panted. “Levi. You’re incredible.”

Levi sat up and wrapped his arm around you. He yanked you roughly against him. He moaned as he gazed at your breast right in his face. He opened his mouth as his tongue lapped and twirled around your nipple making it peak in arousal. He looked up at you as his other hand massaged your plump behind. He smiled against your breast as he slowly massaged closer to your vagina. He opened his wings wind before slowly wrapping them around you both.

You massaged the base of Levi’s horn as you dragged your nails over his back. You looked up and were met with darkness. Levi’s wings had shut out all light. You couldn’t see anything, only feel and hear. You closed your eyes and panted as Levi’s fingers teased and played with your opening. Your body quivered with desire as your pussy craved to be filled up with his thick throbbing member. You had a strong appetite for Levi to ruin your body.

You shivered as Levi teased your opening, his fingers getting coated in your slickness. You whined a little and tugged at Levi’s horn. He released your breast and turned his head just a little before attacking your other breast. He smiled against you as you whimpered a little. He sank his fingers into you slowly allowing him to marvel at how wet and hot you were for him. His eyes rolled back as he pressed his fingers against your silken walls as they fluttered around his elegant claw fingers.

Levi massaged your walls as his pointed ears twitched and listened closely to your moans. He chased your most pleasure-filled moans. He looked up at you, his demon eyes glowing subtly in the darkness. He read your body and knew exactly what he needed to do to your body. He pressed his fingers and rubbed making you cry out in ecstasy. He smiled against your breast as he kept his eyes on your pleasure-drunk face. He admired how beautiful you were. You were the greatest sin in the world and he adored it.

You moved your hips against Levi’s fingers and began riding them. You felt yourself drooling as you enjoyed how he moved against you. You wrapped your arms around Levi’s head and yanked him closer against your breast. Levi grunted at your actions but didn’t protest. Levi’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself melting against you. He pumped his fingers into you a little faster as his desire to feel you cum all over his hand took over. He craved the meal that was your blissful sin.

You tossed your head back as you felt a fire surge through your veins. You gasped as you became consumed with your sinful orgasm. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body vibrated at your nerves popping away at your body drowning release. You cried out as you gave in to the pleasure and coated your lover’s fingers in your arousal.

Levi dragged his fingers from you and smiled at your whimper at losing his touch. “What a delight you are, my love.” He raised his finger and wrapped his tongue lovingly around them. He sucked every drop of your cum off them. He pulled his fingers from his lips and moaned at you. “Always delicious.”

You panted as your thighs shook. Your legs parted as you dropped and sat on Levi’s thighs. You whined at him. “It’s not fair.”

He opened his wings so you could gaze at each other. “What isn’t, my love?”

You blushed. “How good you are with your fingers and mouth.”

He cupped your face. “Oh, my love, if you only knew the things you did to me.”

You nibbled your lip as you gazed at Levi. You pushed your hands up his chest as his pupils went wide like a cat ready to pounce. “Can I ride you?”

“Yes, my love. You can do anything you want.”

You knelt up. “I will only do things that you want.”

He massaged your hips. “Oh, trust me, my love, I want this.” He held his erection for you. “I’m all yours.”

You looked down at the slightly pointed tip. You moved your hand down and parted your slit. You gulped hard as you thought everything over. You’d never taken a dick like this before. You’d had toys that were a little different, but this was a whole new thing. It was thick, had bumps, and a pointed tip and seemed to be hot. You noticed what looked like a slight knot. You hummed before slowly sinking down on him.

Levi gasped as your wet silken walls wrapped around him. He grunted as you softly clenched him and sank down on him. He locked eyes with you as he panted in bliss. “You feel so good.”

A shiver ran up your spine and into the back of your head. You kept going until you were sat fully on your lover. You felt slightly stretched by him. You placed your hand on your pelvis as your mind tried to process what you had inside you. Every little lump on his dick was a little pop of pleasure going through you. You shifted your legs and let out a little whimper when you felt the tip of his unique cock press your cervix just right.

You panted as your pussy and body went crazy for Levi. You nipped your finger and gazed at Levi. “You’re incredible.” You moaned at Levi. “You fit me perfectly like you were made for me. How is that possible?”

He hummed a little laugh as his claws gripped your butt cheeks. He dragged you close to his body. “Because I was made to love you, please you, adore you and worship you.” He smiled against your lips. “Why do you think my bed is where the altar should be? You’re my altar now.”

You blushed. “Levi.” You rocked your hips against Levi making you both softly moan. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

Levi cupped your neck as his other hand remained on your plump behind. He grunted as you rocked a little faster against him. “That’s it, my little sinner, use my cock to give yourself pleasure.” He purred at you. “Look at you. You’re a Goddess.” He kissed your neck and jawline as he spoke against your skin. “Take all the orgasms you want. All I need is you and your love.”

You grabbed Levi’s horns and pulled his head back. You looked down at your man and moved as fast as your hips could go. You felt every inch of his bumpy thick cock inside you moving against your hot walls. Your legs ached a little before, but the pleasure that burned in your soul drove you to keep moving. You wanted to be consumed by the demon of pleasure that was Levi. You felt so sinful being with him like this and you were sure he was getting a great meal from you, but so were you. His dick moving inside you, pressing against your walls, rubbing you in just the right way made you lose sense of the world around you. You were lost in the moment. Lost in Levi.

Levi admired you as you moved on him. He gripped you a little harder as he enjoyed the delicacy that was you. You were filling him with pure pleasure and feeding him so perfectly. He bucked up a little against you and smirked a little at your little squeak of delight. He shifted his legs and lay back. He gripped your thighs and began pumping his cock up into you causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He adored how your body reacted so perfectly to his. He couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless for eternity.

You slipped and fell against your lover’s chest. You locked eyes with Levi as you whimpered in pleasure at how his cock rammed itself in and out of your hungry pussy. You dug your nails into his pecs as you panted and shivered above Levi. You crashed your lips against Levi’s and moaned at him as his forked tongue slipped into your mouth. Levi tangled his fingers into your hair as he gave you all his love and passion.

You released Levi’s lips. “Mm, Levi. Levi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me. Massage my cock. Take your pleasure from me.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck as you whimpered. Your walls spasmed around Levi’s dick as your felt your coil snap. You bit Levi’s neck and moaned against his skin as you let your orgasm consume every cell in your body. You bucked against Levi as your body shook in pure delight. You shivered as you felt yourself melting in delight.

Levi rubbed your back as he stopped moving his hips. He rolled over onto you and smiled down at you. He stretched his wings out and hummed at you. “So beautiful.”

You blushed a little. “Levi.”

“Did that feel good?”

You nodded shyly. “Incredible. I’ve never…it…you…” Your cheeks burned. “You were just amazing.”

Levi pushed his arms up the bed allowing him to press his body against your own. He gripped his sheets and thanked his past self for buying demon-proof sheets. He purred at you as he grinded deep into you. He’d drag his cock out of you just a bit before he’d plunge back in. He covered your neck and face with kisses so you felt you were being showered in love. He smiled against you as he moaned your name.

You panted as your locked your legs around Levi. You grabbed one of his horns as your other hand clung to part of his wing that was connected to his back. You mewled at Levi as he moved against you. His pelvis rubbed your clit which stimulated your body and pleasure more. You gripped Levi tightly and just moaned to him. You lifted your hips and little and tried to meet his actions, but he has such a command over your body. You were like a work of art and Levi was the artist.

Levi tapped his forehead against yours as he moaned your name. “You feel so good. You’re a goddess. Your pussy is so hot and addictive.” He grunted as you clenched him. “I want to always be inside you, filling you, pleasing you until the end of time.” He moved a little faster as he panted. “You’re incredible.”

You moaned. “Levi. I love you. Your cock feels so good, it’s perfect. Mm, so thick inside me.” You locked eyes with Levi. “I can’t wait for you to fill me with your seed.”

Levi smiled at you. “What a naughty sinner you are wanting a demon’s seed. Well, I won’t deny you. I’ll drown your pussy in my cum. I’ll fill your tight hole all day and night long.”

You cried out as you felt your coil wind up so tightly. “Yes. I need it.”

“Tell me, my love.” He moaned as he enjoyed your cervix kissing his tip. “Who does your pussy belong to? Have you sinned and handed it to a demon?”

You choked on a moan. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

He smiled at you causing his canines to show. “What a good little sinner you are. So good for your demon lover.” He gripped the bed hard, shifted his legs and began pounding his thick cock into you. He grinned as you threw your head back and screamed in pleasure. “You like that? You like my cock like this in your sinful pussy?”

You gripped his wing hard. “Yes!” You arched your back as you felt like you were floating. “Oh, Gods!”

Levi leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “I’m your god now.”

You screamed in ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your hearing went as your vision went spotty. You felt yourself going limp against the bed as you embraced the warmth of your blissful orgasm. “Levi!”

He slowed his hips and smiled softly at you. “Look at you. You are a joy to pleasure.”

You whimpered at Levi. “I feel delirious.”

Levi knelt up and looped your legs over his arms. “Embrace it, my love.” He lifted your hips and moved you into the mating press. He spread his wings as a ripple went through his wings. “Fuck, my goddess, you are intoxicating. Look at you.” He smiled at you. “You’re meant to be bred by me.” He growled at you. “My little demon lover.”

You cupped his face and panted. “That’s right, I’m meant for you. So, give me everything you have. Pour yourself deep into me.”

He pumped his cock in and out of you, the little lumps popping in and out of you and rubbing you in all the places your body was screaming for attention. His tip was pressing against your cervix opening and begged it to open and let it take his seed. He gazed at you with pure love and devotion in his eyes. He truly loved you with his whole heart and soul. He felt blessed to be like this with you. He adored everything that was you. He smiled as your moans echoed in his temple home which was now dedicated to worshipping you.

You looked down at your opening and felt yourself blushing at the sinful act you were taking part in with great pleasure. His thick member slammed in and out of you, each lump popping out of your pussy before popping back in. You whimpered when you saw at the base of his cock a swelling beginning as his pleasure took over and his desire to cum inside you drove him. You reached down between you and Levi and began moving your fingers on your plump clit.

You shivered and mewled in delight. “Levi. Your cock is perfection. I’m addicted to it, to you.” You locked eyes with Levi and smiled as you moaned. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He panted. “Ha, ha, mm, nngh.” He shivered causing a ripple to go through his feathers. He wrapped them around you as his demon eyes shined in the dark. He moaned your name in delight. “I love you too.” His brows furrowed. “Fuck, your pussy is holy.”

You yanked Levi down and crashed your lips against Levi’s. You hummed in pleasure as you felt his knot popping in and out of you. “Levi, cum inside me.” You clenched his cock as you moved your fingers a little faster. “Please. Knot me.”

Levi growled at you and pounded harder into you. The slapping of his hips against yours echoed in the temple home along with your moans and your wet pussy. Levi thought it was all music to his ears. He could see you were flustered by all the noises surrounding you both. He pressed his lips against your own and moved his tongue with yours. He moved more passionately with you as he chased your pleasure. He wanted you to cum again before he knotted you and filled you up.

You clenched your toes as you felt your coil tighten hard. You gripped Levi’s back as you kept moving your fingers against your clit. You wiggled a little under him as your body screamed in pleasure. You shivered as Levi pumped bliss into you. You inhaled deeply through your nose and felt the snap. You moaned into Levi’s kiss as your body and pussy spasmed in pure euphoria.

Levi pressed his knot fully into you and bucked a few times before he drained himself into you. He moaned in delight as he felt his hot seed enter you and fill you. He pulled from your lip and panted. “My love.”

You moaned at feeling how hot his cum was. “Ah! Levi.”

He opened his wings. “You feel that? You feel my cum inside you?”

You nodded shyly. “There’s so much. It’s so hot too. I love it.”

He released your legs and let you lie on the bed. He lay against you and covered your face in loving kisses. “I’m glad.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and smiled softly at him. “You’re incredible.”

He played with your hair and sighed. “How are you, my love?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Nothing hurts?”

You shook your head and felt your body melt. “I’m great. I do need a drink though.”

Levi knelt up and looked at his knot. “Give me just a bit…” He winced a moment and pulled out of you before his knot was fully gone. “Nngh, shit.”

You blushed at the pop feeling and then a gushing of something out of you. “Ah! Am I peeing?”

Levi chuckled. “No, it’s just my cum seeping out of you. I’ll clean you and get you a drink.” He kissed you and smiled. “Stay here.”

You opened your legs and waited for Levi. You smiled as he wiped you clean before clicking his fingers and making fresh sheets appear and you to be dressed. You sat up and accepted your water from him. “Thank you.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you as he placed delicate loving kisses against your head. “You’re welcome.” He traced your necklace as you drank. “We’re getting this necklace to work hard, huh?”

You giggled at his comment. “You’re right.”

He took your empty glass and placed it on the side. “There anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head as you leaned into Levi’s arms. “I don’t need anything.”

“Are you sure?”

You gazed at Levi as a soft smile spread on your lips. “I’m perfect.”

He hummed in thought. “No, this won’t do.”

You giggled as he lifted you and lay you on your stomach on the bed. “Levi, what are you doing?”

He gently massaged your aching joints and sore muscles. “You need more care.”

You let out a long sigh. “You’re too kind.”

“I just want to take care of you, that’s all.”

You stretched and clicked your joints. “You take great care of me, my love.”

He kissed your back between your shoulder blades. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Always with you.” You rolled over and faced him. “Can we just cuddle in bed now?”

He lay on his side, dragged you against him and then pulled the covers up. “I’m all yours.”

You clung to Levi and hummed. “I think I’ll be happy here with you.”

“You mean it?”

You nodded as you gazed at Levi. “I do. This house is stunning and we can make it into a home, together.”

He smiled and kissed you as he let your loving word wash over him. “Yes. It’s our home.”

You sighed as you thought about the temple. “Not long now, huh? You thought about what you’re going to say to everyone as a goodbye?”

He shrugged in thought. “Don’t know. Maybe I’ll scare the shit out of Edith. I think I might show her I’m a demon, tell her to go fuck herself and then run off with you.”

“That sounds awesome.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You have my approval.”

“Wonderful.”

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A Place Called Home - Constance/Ebenezer

A soft and sappy little oneshot! This fic takes place in a modern setting (it's a modern AU) although the only thing changed is Ebenezer's mansion changing into a flat. The rest is pretty timeless.

PG-13 for sexual innuendo, but nothing explicit.

Happy reading~

"Here we are," Ebenezer said with a smile, unlocking the door with a quick swipe of a keycard and holding it open for Constance. “Home sweet home.”

“Thank you.”

Her high heels clacked across the marble floor softly. She brushed against his body as she slinked through the doorway and out of the midwinter London chill of the Cornhill district.

She stepped inside, the warmth of the building's interior a welcome contrast to the cold outside. The lobby was spacious with marble floors and gold accents. After a nod to the desk attendant and a quick elevator ride, they arrived at the door to Ebenezer’s Lime Street flat.

She took a moment to glance around the spacious apartment, which immediately opened up into an almost intimidatingly large apartment. The grandeur of the building’s exterior continued inside the apartment, which featured the same intricate detailing featured in the outdoor architecture. Golden flourish, carved stone and intimate molding blended in beautiful harmony before her.

“W-Wow…” Constance gasped. She was so stunned by the stateliness of the spacious interior (something quite rare, even for the wealthiest of New Yorkers) that she barely registered him slipping behind her to help her remove her snow-dusted faux fur jacket.

“Here, let me,” he said. He helped her out of her coat, his fingers brushing against her arm in a gentle, almost intimate gesture.

"Thank you," she replied, her cheeks still flushed from the cold. "Again."

Her gaze was drawn to the expanse of the living room, the large windows offering a stunning view of the London skyline.

"Wow, I’ve always seen apartments like this when walking to work," she remarked, her eyes dancing across the room. “It’s just as spectacular on the inside.”

He gave her a disbelieving look as he hung her coat on a hanger in the hall closet. “Surely, you’re used to more impressive buildings than this. You lived in a brownstone on Fifth Avenue, did you not?”

“Well, yes,” she agreed sheepishly, “But the brownstone was two-stories, and my parent’s apartment in Manhattan wasn’t this high up either. Some of Orin’s coworkers hosted parties in their high-rises, but…”

“But?”

“They always felt like showrooms, or rooms in the Guggenheim,” she said. “They looked like office extensions, not homes. I much prefer yours.”

Scrooge smiled softly, clearly appreciative of her words. “I’m happy you think so. I’ll admit, I’ve just started to actually decorate. Up until a year ago, it was rather … bare. I’m by no means an interior decorator, but it is starting to feel more like a home.”

She nodded, taking a glance around the expansive common area. There was an open-concept kitchen to her left (located off to the right when coming in the front door) that featured multiple plants and a bowl of fruit. Closer to them, tucked in the back corner, was a crystal lamp that cast a glittering halo around a vintage piano that looked older than both of them.

“Oh, wow, she’s a beauty,” Constance remarked, advancing toward the piano for a closer look. It was a grand piano made of lacquered cherrywood with good accents. It looked like an instrument that belonged in a museum, or as a display item in Versailles.

“I inherited it from my former business partner,” he explained, his voice going a tad soft.

“Jacob, right?” Constance recalled, looking back. “Jacob Marley?”

Pleasantly surprised that she remembered the man’s name even though he had only spoken of him a few times, he nodded. “Yes. He’s also the reason I have this flat. It was a unit he’d previously owned, and instead of going through the hassle of putting it on the market when he decided to move, he gifted it to me. I was around…twenty-five, I think.”

“Was the piano here too?”

“It was. I could never sell it, no matter how much it was worth.”

“Did he play? Jacob, I mean.”

“Recreationally,” he said with a shrug. “Mostly at parties or events. He was quite good, though. The man could play Starry Night blindfolded.”

Quite talented, Constance thought with wide eyes. Whoever thought such an esteemed banker could moonlight as a musician with equal skill and poise?

“Do … you ever play it?” she asked softly. The woman couldn’t help but notice there wasn’t a speck of dusk upon the instrument, even upon the dark keys.

He gave a modest nod, a hint of pride in his smile. “A bit. I didn’t take lessons until my father sent me to boarding school, but I wasn’t very interested in the arts. I’m mostly self-taught, I’m afraid. Mostly in the classics. You can also thank Jacob for that.”

“Some of the best artists are self-taught,” she reminded him. “Especially the classical ones. Mozart taught himself multiple instruments in his youth.”

Ebenezer blinked and looked over to her in evident curiosity. “I didn’t know you liked Mozart.”

“Oh, I adore his works,” she admitted, fiddling with the golden choker about her neck. “You could throw a penny in New York and hit some theater or concert hall that was doing classical music performances. I’m sure the same is true in London as well. Anyway, my parents always took me to symphonies across Manhattan, and his music always ignited my imagination the easiest.”

He smiled at this, hands reaching down to grace some of the ivory keys. “Yes, it is. Perhaps we should go see a symphony together sometime. If you’d like, if course.”

The comment made her light up with excitement. “Oh, I’d love that!”

The palpable excitement in her voice sealed the deal. “So it shall be.”

He approached her at the window to gaze out over the view with her. He was just in time to watch the last rays of twilight vanish beneath the horizon, and moment later, night had woven its deep, inky tapestry over London.

The sparkling lights from the busy city reflected off a gentle flurry of snowfall, drifting toward the earth like a blanket of stars.

By contrast, Ebenezer's flat was filled with lamplight cast a warm and inviting glow, creating a haven of tranquility amid the bustling city.

Suddenly, the man was struck with an idea. Inviting Constance to keep looking at the view, he moved away and walked over to another opulent antique he had in his possession – a vintage record player that stood as an elegant sentinel in the corner of the room. With a sense of reverence, he selected a vinyl record from a well-tended collection. His fingers gently placed it on the turntable, and with care, he positioned the stylus.

Strains of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's "Symphony No. 40 in G minor, K. 550" began to fill the room. The music, a masterpiece of classical elegance, flowed easily from the speakers.

Constance, who had been admiring the view of London through the panoramic windows, turned her gaze toward Ebenezer. Her eyes lit up with delight and appreciation at the familiar strains of Mozart. She felt her heart flutter with the enchantment of the moment.

Ebenezer extended his hand toward her, a warm smile gracing his lips. "May I have this dance?"

Her heart soared at his invitation. She accepted his hand, her fingers interlocking with his, and gracefully stepped before him. With the breathtaking panorama of London as their backdrop, they drew nearer to each other, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight and starlight.

They began to sway together, moved by the grace and elegance of Mozart's composition. Ebenezer's strong arms enfolded Constance, drawing her close as they moved in perfect harmony. They both knew the melody by heart, and it showed in how easily they match each other’s movements, as if they temporarily shared one mind and one heart to measure the beats. After a few spins, her head found a comfortable and inviting place on his shoulder.

Constance closed her eyes, relishing the moment, her heart overflowing with affection for the man holding her. Her fingers traced gentle shapes against the breadth of his shoulder, before eventually drifting down to tentatively rest over his heart. It drummed beneath his skin, the strong and virile as a stallion’s.

It was a secret thrill for her to be so close to him…the man who had suddenly appeared in the coffee shop and, like a whirlwind, changed her life. He's started as an elegant mystery, and now, she was becoming part of his mysterious, new, and very wonderful world.

Ebenezer cradled her with unwavering tenderness, his chin resting atop her head during the piece's second movement, "Andante."

By the time ended, neither of them wanted to part. At least, not far. They drifted away from each other slowly, but their eyes stayed trained on each other. Ocean waves kissed steely fog.

Shed always known he was handsome, but when they were this close, she got to appreciate the finer details of his face. The slopes on his shaven cheekbones, the way his eyes and silver hair were similar hues, the way his eyes crinkled more in the corners whenever his smile broadened.

She found herself attempting to inch closer, but her eight-inch heels stopped her from drifting further atop her tiptoes. With his lips out of, all she could do was allow her hands to drift from his shoulders, down his biceps (which she made sure to give a light squeeze) before resting on his elbow.

Inspired by her caresses, one of his large hands drifted upward to her face. His thumb ghosted along her bottom lip, fingers curling slightly under her chin, urging it up. She obeyed, inhaling slowly and softly. Another inch closer, and the tips of her breasts pressed to his front.

She was testing the waters. Would he reciprocate? Or, was she being too bold? It had been so long since she dated … she didn’t know ‘norms’. All she knew was that liked him … she trusted him.

He leaned in again, and when he dipped his head and kissed her brow, she felt a rush of endorphins nearly take her breath away.

Heavens, how could a chaste forehead kiss feel so wonderful?

She continued to ponder the question even as he pulled away to stare at her dreamily. He enjoyed the sight and feeling of her in his arms again, before noticing that they were still standing. That is, since their arrival, he hadn’t offered her a seat. It was a lapse in gentlemanly protocol. Goodness, she’d certainly distracted him, in more ways that one.

"Would … would you like a glass of wine?" Ebenezer asked, his attention turning towards the small bar cart near the piano.

“Oh,” she chirped, a little thrown by the sudden change in topic, but no less pleased. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love one, if you don’t mind.”

“Excellent. Red or white?”

“Red, please.”

He chuckled, having already reached for a rich merlot that he knew was her favorite. He’d bought it in preparation for her visiting his flat for the first time. He wasn’t a recreational drinker, aside from the occasional swig of scotch after a grueling day. With her (and really her only, he was slowly realizing), he found he enjoyed the process of savoring wine.

After popping the cork with a waiter’s corkscrew, he filled a crystal glass that Constance immediately recognized as a Riedel piece.

When they each had a glass, he held his glass aloft.

“A toast?” she asked teasingly. “I thought you didn’t like them.”

"A night as wonderful as this one deserves one," Ebenezer said, his eyes locked on hers as they clinked their glasses together. “To tonight, and the lovely company I am very privileged to enjoy it with.”

Constance's heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze, her stomach fluttering as they clinked their glasses.

As they sipped their wine, any remaining hesitation melting away and being replaced by a comfortable ease.

After a few more sips, Ebenezer turned towards the fireplace, his eyes lingering on the empty hearth. "I think a fire would be perfect on a night like this."

He set down his glass and moved to gather wood and kindling, his movements fluid and practiced. Soon, the flames crackled to life, casting a warm glow that filled the room with a cozy ambiance.

He then back-stepped to the nearby L-shaped sofa, which faced the impressive fireplace. The structure was nestled betwixt two of the panoramic windows.

"Come, sit," he invited, patting the space next to him on the plush couch.

Constance joined him eagerly, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across her features. As they sat side by side, the warmth of the fire seeped into their bones.

The crackling of the fire was a soothing backdrop to the comfortable silence. Taking another sip, she glanced at Ebenezer, his profile softened by the warm light.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"This is perfect," she murmured, her voice a soft caress.

He turned towards her, his gaze holding a warmth that mirrored the fire. "I'm glad you think so."

The crackling of the fire continued its soft serenade as they sat and drank side by side on the plush couch. With each passing moment, an invisible thread tugged at their hearts with a gentle insistence.

Constance felt a mixture of anticipation and warmth swirling within her as she met Ebenezer's gaze, eyes twinkling mischievously over the rim of her wine glass. In return, his eyes held a soft intensity, a reflection of the emotions that simmered beneath the surface.

Even the room held its breath, as if it too sensed the shift in the atmosphere.

Glass empty, Constance leaned forward to place it on the table, the taste of wine succulent and numbing upon her lips.

Ebenezer followed, asking if she’d like more.

“No, thank you,” she said, her voice suddenly becoming bashful. “I’d like to keep my wits about me…”

Sapphire eyes darted to his. “Especially tonight.”

Something in Ebenezer’s gaze shifted. His face seemed to lighten and darken all in one move.

Surrendering his glass as well, he leaned back on the sofa and extended an arm to her. One of his large hands covered her shoulder easily. A moan fluttered in her throat at the heat that arced between them.

Finally, he leaned in.

Ebenezer’s movements were unhurried and deliberate, and his lips brushed against hers in a whisper of a kiss. The touch was soft, a mere whisper of connection, but it sent a shiver down Constance's spine all the same. It was a promise of more, a silent invitation to explore the unspoken depths of their growing bond.

Pulling back slightly, Ebenezer's voice was a gentle murmur, words laced with a sense of reverence. "May I?"

Constance's heart fluttered in response, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of eagerness and desire. She pivoted her body to face his, the action a silent affirmation. "Yes."

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the soft glow of the firelight and the sensation of his lips against hers. Their kiss deepened, a fusion of emotions intensified with every brush of their lips.

His arms were quick to encircle her after that, drawing her closer as he sank deeper into the kiss. She responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair as if to anchor herself to the moment. A particularly bold swipe of his tongue caused her to gasp and fist his hair in her hands. To her surprise, a heady growl rewarded her. Well, she’d certainly make a mental note of that.

Time seemed to suspend as they lost themselves in the embrace of the kiss, the boundaries between them blurring more and more. Sounds and sights feel away, leaving only the feels and sensations of each other’s bodies and mouths.

When they finally parted, their breaths mingling in the air, their eyes met once again. Constance's cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and the firelight danced in her eyes.

"Gods…" Ebenezer breathed, his voice a mixture of wonder and reverence. “Y-You’re brilliant.”

Her smile was soft, a reflection of the tenderness she felt aching in her chest.

“Brilliant enough to…kiss me again?” she asked, unabashedly hopeful.

The man laughed, the sound of his mirth more joyful than she’d ever heard before.

With an arm slinging about her waist, he tipped her back onto the sofa. Following her down, he spared no time in granting her wish.

“If you’ll grant me the privilege,” he said, “The honor.”

With a triumphant squeal, she took great pleasure in bestowing the privilege upon him.

Once. Twice.

Again.

And again.

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by @firstpersonnarrator || Header gif by the divine @salvador-daley || possession prompt by anon

Part 4: Somebody’s in the garden

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TW: main character injury; possession; two not-brothers flirting; my absurdist sense of humor heavily featuring a not-so-bright, omniscient-first-person narrator; a hazy grasp of Pilgrim-speak; bad gardeners; mimes.

AN: The night before Halloween is Devil’s Night, when the veil between the living and the dead is at its 2nd thinnest. After Klaus’s delightfully successful Devil’s Night prank, he’s feeling moderately guilty for scaring the shit out of Ben. So he has decided it would be best to target Ben’s vanity, and boost his not-brother’s self esteem by finally giving in and substituting ‘Evil’ in place of ‘Mean.’ Don’t worry, it doesn’t last.

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“Evil Ben? Is it just me, or is this garden surprising?”

They’d agreed to attempt a search for a hypothetical concept called a “kitchen” somewhere in their wing of the building. It had worked. But instead of being knee-deep in champagne like Ben prefers to be, they’re off bumping, unintentionally, into creepy buried gardens, and things of that nature.

Klaus had popped wood at the mere thought of owning a secret garden. To be fair, he had also just been fondling a green man.

Now, atop a set of low, rough-hewn steps, Klaus and Evil Ben stand looking out over a broad, circular patio of stone, surveying the strangeness beyond.

A perfectly Devil’s Night-ish kind of garden lies beyond, full of dead things that had formerly been alive.

It’s clear that the flagstones had once been leveled, engraved, and polished to a high shine. But the frost heaves that bedevil New England in winter have utterly destroyed the flat perfection of the patio over time. Flagstones thrust up like fallen gravestones, with ropes of ivy pulling at the gaps between.

Sad patches of brown grass dot bald earth where once there had been a lawn. The remains of an ancient orchard have devolved into nothing but a twisted stand of five skeletons and their splintered deadfall, all of it jagged and aggressively stabby. An intricate design of garden beds has been overtaken and strangled to death by tall weeds, persistently poking through years of matted, decaying leaves. Darkness. And urns.

Ben is currently scanning with intense eyes beneath matchingly intense eyebrows, and croaks, “What?”

“Wow. Bennerino, you still don’t sound so good,” Klaus unhelpfully points out. “Huh. I wonder how your threats will sound now. Will you be miming them?”

Ben turns a face full of anger and accusations on Klaus. But he’s forced to admit to himself that he will not be picking any more tantrums for the foreseeable future. He deflates, and finally mimes *huh?* followed by *I fucking hate you.*

“No you don’t,” Klaus replies, exaggerating the shaking of his head no, as if he, too, has to mime.

Ben rolls his eyes, then nods with exaggeration, accompanied by miming, *Yes, I do. I really do.*

“This is fun! We should make up our own miming language!” Klaus exclaims. “We can use it as code when we get our first job detecting supernatural stuff and things.”

Ben mimes, *That’s stupid.*

“No it’s not,” says Klaus, once more exaggerating his head-shaking.

Ben mimes, *Yes it is. It really is.*

“We should probably discuss this when you don’t have to play charades. I hate to say it, babe, but you’re not very good at it.” Klaus flaps his hands, effectively miming *Nevermind all that.* “So, hey. Remember what I was saying before? About the surprising garden?”

Rolling his eyes, Ben huffs a deeply frustrated breath.

“Is this place supposed to have a garden?” Klaus asks, side-eyeing the vegetation.

Ben again looks to the heavens, then gives in and mimes, *I am unrolling invisible architectural blueprints with my hands, see me pointing? See me shaking my head no? There was no garden in the blueprints.*

Klaus mimes back, *You’re getting better at this, good job!*

Ben again mimes, *I hate you. I really do.*

*No you don’t.* Klaus is again exaggerating his head-shaking, when he remembers that he’s the one who can speak. “Blueprints? What blueprints? You got to see blueprints? I don’t believe you.”

Ben starts tapping his foot to indicate annoyance.

“So what was I saying?” Then Klaus remembers what he was saying, “Oh right.” He puffs himself up a bit to declare, “I, too, find this garden surprising.”

Ben slumps, indicating to Klaus that his not-brother is experiencing strong feelings of negativity, and should probably be left alone in contemplation. Lucky guess.

The entirety of the secret garden is enclosed by the building’s stone walls. Ben’s hidden excitement mounts as he descends the steps and takes in the view from a new vantage. It appears that the only point of access to this world of death and dead things is through the head of a green man.

Klaus wonders aloud, “How old is this place? Hey, Bennerino.” Ben bothers to turn and face Klaus, which is a start. “How old do you think this place is?”

*How the fuck am I supposed to know?* Ben really is getting better at being a mime. Especially the swear words. The next one’s easy: *I am feeling snarky and Evil as I ask you, ‘Why?’*

“Well, for starters, there’s the fact that this place looks really old.”

Ben’s eye rolling is just a safe assumption at this point.

“I mean, look at the walls.”

They both gaze about, mounting interest still mounting.

Klaus is correct. It does look old. Really old.

Ben needs Klaus’s attention in order to mime, so he yells “Klaus!” as loud as he possibly can. Unfortunately, that isn’t very loud. His cracked wheezing hasn’t managed to break through the sound of Klaus thinking thoughts. In the meantime, Ben is gripping his poor, damaged throat with both hands, eyes scrunched in pain, and wishing he could whimper. Self care would help, but this is neither the time nor the place.

“Did you say something, Benji?”

Ben mimes, *There are no windows.*

“Anywhere!” Klaus agrees. “I know! That’s why I asked!”

*Yes, I too would like to know why there are no windows,* is hopefully what that body language conveyed to Klaus.

“Friday,” Klaus answers.

Yeah, that one was unclear. Maybe Ben just needs a little more practice.

*Same stone,* Ben mimes, gesturing toward the patio. *All the way,* Ben mimes, gesturing at the walls. *Nobody builds stuff like this anymore. It’s probably old old.*

“Tuesday,” answers Klaus. “Kidding! Just kidding. Old old. Yeah, real old old. Like maybe even Harvard-old. Did you know that our prissy ol’ dame was founded in 1636? I’m serious, silly! First institute of higher education in America. I looked it up in case it affected our property taxes.”

*Are you shitting me?*

“No, Ben. I don’t kink shame, but no, I will not take a shit on you. Not if I don’t want to. I do not give you my consent.”

*I hate you. I reeeelly do.*

“That’s ok. I grow on people.”

*Gross,* Ben mimes. A bentacle shoves Klaus away.

Ok, what was that? Ben hadn’t been able to keep himself from doing it. Literally and precisely, he had not been able to avoid doing it. One of his bentacles has just shown free will.

Ben comes close to that realization, or pretty close, and shies away before he can take in the full impact of that truly horrorfying thought. Ben is so nauseous right now.

Rough one. Meanwhile, Klaus is blissfully unaware of what has just taken place. “Very funny, Mr. Grumpy Guts. My guess is,” Klaus strokes his beard to increase the suspense, “it never had any windows. ooooWOOOOooooo” [insert scary twinkle fingers here]. “I mean, there’s no way to know that for sure, other than tracking down the architect or the stonemason’s ghosts. How deep do you think we are?”

Ben looks uncharacteristically tongue-tied.

He keeps miming what might mean *under* or *underneath,* or even more likely, *inside,* and pointing at his nauseous bellybutton.

“What? Under? Under what? Oh, are you hungry? I gotta be honest, babe, these charades are getting a little old. A little tired. No offense.” Klaus sighs, and pats Ol’ Grumpy Guts tenderly on the shoulder. “Nevermind, I’ll do the talking. Ok, ready? 3 words, 1st word, 6 syllables.”

Klaus is taking his life into his own hands by talking. He should know that by now, but he’s still happily pushing Ben’s buttons. “Kidding, kidding! Ok, so,” Klaus begins counting, “this is the sub-sub-basement, and these walls are wicked high, so that includes the sub-basement, too. Ben, I really think it might be as tall as the basement! That’s tall!”

All Ben can do is nod.

“I know what this feels like!” Klaus crows. “This feels exactly like I’m in a box with no lid. Buried in the ground. Doesn’t it feel a little klaustrophobic?” he asks. “Now that you know we’re at the bottom of three basements?”

Ben mimes in agreement, *Like I’m at the bottom of an open grave, looking up at a rectangular patch of sky.*

Klaus scratches his beard again, trying to look like he’s ruminating on whatever it was Ben just acted out. “Ben, I’ve thought about it, and there’s never a good enough reason to mime shooting yourself in the head. That’s not funny. I’d miss you.” Klaus is 100% serious.

*No no no, that’s not what I meant. Look,* Ben mimes, and draws a knife across his throat.

“Ben,” Klaus looks hurt. “Stop offing yourself. It hurts.”

Ben goes to grab handfuls of his hair in frustration, then realizes his fingers would just get stuck in all the product. He tries again. *You, look at me. I am digging in the ground with a shovel. See me shoveling? Good. Thumbs up. Second word: I have dug a long rectangle with four sides. A four-sided rectangle. See it? Good. Thumbs up. Third word: I have two fingers that are pretending to be legs walking. But they stumble into the rectangle and look upward to the sky.*

“Huh?”

Ben continues. *All of that, see me drawing a circle, it means all of that, all of it taken together = a grave.*

“Huh?”

Ben tries to growl, and grips his throat in pain. It’s obvious that Klaus thinks he’s miming strangulation.

*No, no, no, look at me, you.* Ben tries to mouth the word ‘grave,’ skipping all the theatrics.

“To blave? To klave? A rave? What, you want to go dancing?” Klaus shakes his head in acknowledgement that that’s probably not what Ben is saying. “Nah, that can’t be it. Took me way too long to make you shake a tail feather at the wedding, why should a pit in the ground be any different. OH! Now I get it. A grave! Where?”

Ben wants to take a nap. Instead, he points at himself, then points toward the bracken vegetation beyond. It’s a wise choice, and evidence that Ben is capable of practicing self care. Maybe some peace and quiet will keep him sane while he contemplates the potential that his belly monster is sentient.

There’s something wyrd and wrong about the direction Ben has chosen to walk, but no matter how hard he squints, Klaus can’t quite make it out in the macabre gloom. Being Klaus, he naturally wants to explore it. But he also wants to naturally explore everything else, and anyway, Ben needs some alone time.

But, being Klaus, he gets distracted and addresses Ben, anyway. “Hey look!” Klaus excitedly points out a small rise to one side of the lawn. “We get our own tiny little miniature grassy knoll!” More like a lump in the lawn. A bump, a tiny mound.

Ben is past caring about something called a ‘grassy knoll.’ What the hell even is that, anyway? He’s also past paying attention to Klaus.

That happens a lot. With Ben and people other than Ben. Sometimes Klaus minds, but other times the lack of supervision suits his purposes nicely. It’s just that today, he minds. Because it’s Devil’s Night, and they have to be paying attention to each other if anyone is going to get scared. He would have thought that went without saying, but Ben seems to be playing dumb about this whole Devil’s Night business. They all had the same Dad, so they should all play the same games. Flawless logic. More or less.

Watching Ben follow a stone path off into the murk, Klaus tisks at the sere remains of their lawn. “We need a new gardener. This is just shameful.”

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Klaus is now tip-toeing through the frost heaves.

Looking about, he calls after Ben. “Would you call this a garden? Or a courtyard? Courtyard sounds way too much like the Academy, and that is not my idea of heaven, so it’s a garden. Officially. It’s an official garden. Even if it’s a court- Ben, wait, hey wait a minute.” Ben has been ignoring him, ever since he started wandering away.

“Rude!” Klaus squawks in disapproval. “Has it ever occurred to you that I might have- Hey, wa-wait! Baby, baby, stop. Ben’nuh!”

Klaus decides that the frost-heaved patio is difficult enough to walk on even without falling to his detriment. At least falling to his detriment would give Klaus a chance to take a closer look at the swooping, interlocking designs carved on the stones beneath his feet. He makes a mental note to come back and fall elaborately (so as to catch Ben’s attention), and then moves on to poke about the patio’s periphery.

Dotted at regular intervals around the edges stand five huge stone urns, and — possibly to his own detriment — they have drawn Klaus’s attention. From a distance, it looks a bit like there might once have been some kind of dense, black liquid flowing over their lips, coating the outward swell of the great pots with slow droplets of the black, sticky-looking stuff. Up close they give off a sickening sweet molasses smell. Yet a faint note of something perfumy can be caught quietly lingering beneath the brutish odor of the burnt substance. Almost as if someone set fire to flowers, consigning them to the flames licking skyward from the urns. It’s as though Klaus can see the phantom flames — an image so strong and clear that he reaches up and rubs his eyes.

“Who the fuck were these people, and why?”

Klaus has to remember where he stashed his self control, if he wants to keep himself from touching. But despite all his stupidity, Klaus is not stupid. There’s enough about this space that seems just a bit off (or a whole lot off), that Klaus decides against living his most chaotic life. Under these wyrd circumstances, he decides to lean conservative, instead, figuring now is as good a time as any to give self-conservation a try.

“Wow. These guys were serious,” he observes aloud as he walks toward the tiny little miniature grassy knoll. “I don’t know what these people were up to, but it involved five mammoth burning urns filled with fire to accomplish it.” He kicks at the weeds as he passes.

He wants to know if Ben has any theories. “Yoo-hoo, Benneriiiinooo,” he calls after his not-brother, but Ben is busy following the path to the dark side.

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Ben has set his sights beyond Klaus’s grassy knoll. It looks as if all this dead vegetation might be screening something beyond. There’s an impenetrable darkness back there, which strikes Ben as rather concerning.

He sniffs the air, and pulls back. Freshly turned earth, and a faint rotting smell. He flashes back to the Oily Darkness of Terror in Klaus’s room. The hair on the back of his neck stands up once more. He whips around, but neither Klaus nor anyone else is behind him.

Ben is coming to terms with the fact that he will be doing a lot of post-traumatic jumping from now on, whenever he gets that foreboding prickle at the base of his skull. Or his Bentacles announce they have (always had?) a mind of their own.

*Focus, Ben,* he mimes to himself.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Klaus calls out. Ben just flips him off while walking away. It’s his favorite way to end conversations. Second favorite being hanging up on Klaus, but he doesn’t get to do that much anymore.

A phantom gust of wind buffets him and sets the dead leaves still clinging to the trees a-rattling. Like teeth. Like bones. Rattle them bones. Like a death rattle.

Ben jolts at the sound of something distinctly alive, skittering off the stones ahead of him. It’s a purposeful sound, and Ben shivers. Was that something moving out of the corner of his eye? Something too big to skitter. Much too big.

Ben refuses to be terrified again tonight. He doesn’t have any terror left to give. It’s just not going to happen, he promises himself. But he’s still unsure of exactly what he’s walking into. Particularly because the light has gone dim and heavy, and all sound from the world behind him is dulled.

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Klaus tries the Yoo-Hoo approach again. “Yoo-hoo, Bennerino!”

He descends the mound, ready to take off after Ben, like a little brother who keeps following you around, being annoying to get your attention. Exactly like that. But after only a few steps he halts, goes still, and stays still.

Klaus does not usually stfu without being told to. Ben is intrigued enough by the silent stillness to pause. Swinging around to see what could possibly have caused this miracle, Ben watches slack-jawed as Klaus is yanked backward with a jolt, heels dragging parallel lines in the dirt back up the knoll. Ben’s no engineer, but quite frankly, whatever just made that happen to Klaus’s body clearly considered the laws of physics more as suggested-guidelines-of-physics than laws.

“Klaus?” Ben’s voice sounds small to his own ears, because it is. It’s tiny, if it actually has a sound at all.

But the memory of Klaus’s prank still really gets under his nails. And anyway, he’s panicking.

*Oh, no. No no no noooo.* Ben gets his whole body into it.

*You are not doing this to me again, you. Whatever nasty little joke you have fumbling through the darkness in your skull, you can forget it. You, I’m not falling for your shit again, you Klaus.* This tirade featured pointing really hard, a lot.

Eyes glazed and oblivious to Ben, Klaus starts to sing. Or not so much singing as chanting. Picture a little kid reciting a nursery rhyme, and name him Klaus. It would be cute if it wasn’t so worrisome. Something about that flat monotone.

Somebody is in the garden

Somebody’s in the garden

Somebodies in the garden

Some body is in the garden

Some body’s in the garden

Some bodies in the garden

Ben mimes at Klaus. *This possession-face you’re trying to sell me? I’m not buying. No really, Klaus, stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.* ‘Embarrassing’ is actually a rather difficult word to mime, but nowhere near as difficult as ‘possession-face’. Ben continues, undaunted. *This is sad. And boring.* He huffs and again turns to the dark side of the garden. *Whatever,* he mimes.

Klaus’s unflagging chanting is eerie, nonsensical. Every line sounds the same to Ben, like a Gregorian chant, and he can’t decide if the words are relevant, or just blather.

Ben finally digests what he’s heard. “Somebody is in the garden,” he mouths to himself. His nerves are now amped to full alert. Somebody’s in the garden?

Klaus’s phrasing is all running together. There’s no pause, now. No rhythm. As if it’s all just an infinite series of syllables. It’s fucking creepy, is what it is.

“Ok, Klaus. That’s enough!”

Klaus hasn’t heard him, because Ben can only mouth the words, stomp his foot, and hope he’s understood. Especially when Klaus with his eyes closed is a blind Klaus. And even with his eyes open, Klaus is somewhere else. In a galaxy far, far away.

It has to be said, and it has to be admitted, that Ben isn’t usually the first to jump into battle. He likes to peacock, in red leathers, and to snap at people, literally, to indicate that it’s their time to do his bidding. And the Sparrows did do his bidding. Until they quickly agreed not to do that anymore, twice. But as proven unto Oblivion, when Ben needs to step up, he does. And he’s certainly well trained.

Meanwhile, Ben is just standing there slack-jawed, and he probably wouldn’t want you to know that. Moving on.

“Some bodies in the garden some body’s in the garden somebody’s in the garden…”

Ben powers up his courage and rushes the knoll. Charging purposefully, he’s half way up when he hits an invisible wall. In the blink of an eye, Ben is dragged backward, leaving two jagged marks in the dirt just as Klaus had done. The moment he reaches flat earth, Ben is tossed aside like an argumentative drunk from a bar (which Ben has no experience with whatsoever).

Oh Jesus, that looks like it hurt. Yeah, so, Ben has just been flung into the air at a high enough height that 1. he is flying, without touching the ground; 2. sailing straight over the stabby orchard of trees; 3. into the formerly impenetrable darkness beyond which no one can see except Ben; and finally, 4. so far that he crumples painfully against a hedge. Understandably, this causes Ben to have a fear-based emotional response. Looks like Ben, acts like Ben, but a Ben with his eyes huge and round, and a permanently ‘oh!’ shaped mouth.

From between Klaus’s normally-flirtatious lips blasts a harsh, grating baritone — a blast far louder and lower than Klaus could ever achieve, not in his wildest, most depraved dreams. “The key!” it booms. This is sufficient to distract Ben from pretty much everything else in life.

*Huh?* Ben is quick and to the point when he’s buying time. Which has never been terribly helpful.

“Seek, and thou shalt findeth to this prison a key! Such key that hidest in sight most plain. Do this bidding with haste, or thy next breath shall grow weak. The next, so much the weaker. Telleth me, shall I press thee to death as thou hast hastened and chastened me?”

*Do you ever shut up?* Ben’s compulsion to snark overrules any pesky fear he might be experiencing. The ghost had lost Ben at the beginning, when the first ‘thou’ dropped.

“What am I to shut up?” Mr. Mouthy Withoutamouth is confused. “But no! I shan’t be diverted by thy Devil’s word-perversion. You speak it so recklessly, heathen sorcerer!”

No he didn’t just call Ben a heathen. But actually yeah, he did.

*What did you just say?* The ghost has crossed a line. In addition to allllll the other lines already crossed. Starting with possession. *Say that again.*

“Which part dost thou wisheth me to repeateth, heathen sorcerer?”

As Ben officially loses his shit and once again rushes the mound, the ghost expands his bouncy rubber force field beyond the mound in every direction. Ben is bounced back at the shrubbery like a ricochet from a trampoline.

Take a short break from contemplating what might be happening to Ben next, and instead take a moment to contemplate one of Ben’s key characteristics. During interrogation training, Dad had impressed upon the Sparrows that someday they might need to interrogate each other, and possibly even themselves. Ben defaults to training whenever he loses his mind. ‘First question,’ he thinks to himself. ‘How does this whoever-it-is have powers? He can’t be one of us, can he? He sounds wayyyy too old to have been born in 1989, even if he’s only talking all old-timey like that to get into character for Halloween. Or maybe for community theatre.’

The deep-voiced possessor of Klaus growls, “I pledge to thee an oath! This body shalt tear itself to shreds most small, shouldst thou tarry in thy quest.”

*I never agreed to a quest! Kiss my ass, Dusty McRotsalot.*

“Know of this McRotsalot, I do not. But of thee, Hargreeves? Thou art known to me.”

*I am?*

“Thou art, young Hargreeves. Thou art he who wakes the dead with screams. Thou dost dissemble in thy feigned ignorance! By the pricking of mine thumb, thine head dost now stand hexed. Hear, oh Hargreeves, thou art hexed! Be it ever so! Didst thou takest Giles Corey for a man to be so vexed?”

Most unwisely, Ben dost snarketh, *Are you done yet?*

To prove his hex genuine, the threat real, The Ghost of Giles Corey splits Klaus’s mouth as wide open as it will stretch. The spirit of the dead man gathers aether to itself, accreting his physical form in a way Ben never dreamt possible. In a feat of what can only be called magic, or possession, or the exorcist, or an exorcism, a head that is not Klaus’s head attempts to squeeze out of Klaus’s mouth. And not in the cute, messy way that Ghost Ben did. Remember? Way back in the olden days? The ghost accretes aether steadily until wispy, smoke-like hair and one eyeball try to emerge from an orifice that truly cannot open further.

Does Klaus scream? No. Does Ben scream? In his own way. Plus tears, because he’s afraid for Klaus. Deeply afraid for Klaus.

There is only one thought in his mind: getting his superhero on and saving the fuck out of Klaus.

Ben has just come to the startling realization that his damned not-brother Klaus is a light-bringer to this jaded world, even if it’s a red flashing light accompanied by sirens.

*So? What? You want me to find some key, is that it? Hey, moron!* he mimes through his tears. *I can’t find it if you don’t tell me where it is, now can I! Is it on one of the key rings?*

“Strange is thy speech. From whence dost thou come, and wherefore?”

*LA, and because it’s LA. Not for…other reasons. It’s not cuz I wanted to live here in Boston, or anything.*

“CAMBRIDGE!”

*Yeah, whatever.* Ben flips The Ghost of Giles Corey off. Or at least the Ghost of Giles Corey’s eyeball.

“Thou dost err most grievously, when thou mistaketh mine own self for a moron.”

*Do you ever stop talking? Threats, pfft.* Ben sneers in disgust. *You are talking to the only threatener in this household, Bitch Cassidy, and that’s me! See how I’m pointing at myself in the chestal region? I will be making all the threats in this house.*

“But I, young Hargreeves, I maketh good on mine own threats.”

Klaus drops to the ground, head bouncing off the dirt.

“HEY!” Ben attempts to shout. Though it comes out in barely a whisper, the eyeball hears him well enough.

Again Ben rushes the knoll, and again he flies backward into the hedges.

Ben takes a little longer to get up than he did the last time he hit shrubbery from a height. Rolling to his stomach, he catches a glimpse of Klaus.

His not-brother is on his knees atop the knoll. Ben’s eyes burn with hot tears. Klaus is digging. Klaus is digging with his fingers.

“STOP!” Ben whispers. “MAKE IT STOP!!!! Klaus! Can you hear me, too? Klaus!” he whispers with everything he’s got.

Klaus does not stop. The two wet tracks down his cheeks are enough for Ben to know that Klaus is still in there somewhere. And he’s in pain.

*STOP! Stop,* Ben pleads. He drops to his knees and mouths the words, “Please. What do you want? Some kind of key? I’ll get you the key, I’ll get it for you, I’ll do it, please, just stop!“

“I was of the mind that thou wouldst. Given the encouragement most right and good in the eyes of-”

*STOP! You got what you want! I’m helping! So stop!* Ben mimes as loud as he can.

“Why shouldst I? Verily. Let the sight serve thee as thy inspiration.”

*But you’ve given me NOTHING! NOTHING! Some key? Is that it? That’s supposed to be enough to go on?* Ben jangles two mammoth key rings.

“Such tiny things as these?”

“In this century they are!” Ben whispers.

This century.

Despite not liking history, Ben is certain that Giles Corey is not of this century.

*A skeleton key?* Ben asks, then realizes that with this guy, they might get hung up in a debate about bones. *About this big?* Ben’s back to miming illustratively.

Aaaand now back to whispering again. “Black, solid, heavy, metal. Iron? It wouldn’t be lead, would it?”

“Bone.”

Giving him Ben’s signature head bobble/shoulder wobble, Ben sneers. *Ah. Of course it is.*

The entire conversation turns to bones after all.

“AND?! COME ON! LET HIM GO! You fucking bastard bitch, sad, BORING fuckin…violence…in your face!” Ben is trying so very hard to mask the feeling of panic overtaking his body, by getting pretty bitchy.

“Speakest thee English?”

*Get talking, asshole!* Ben vibrates with rage as he mimes.

“No sane, godly man would suggest such base, vile blasphemy,” the ghost declares in horror. “To speak from thy- Thou art no sane man.”

Ben looks again at Klaus’s poor, bloodied hands, still brutally attacking the baked earth.

Ben realizes he can see bones, and finally lets himself panic. *WHERE? WHERE? WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GET the bone key, fuckin asshole, motherfucking fuck my life, I-*

‘I can’t do this,’ is what Ben had intended to say. The feeling of inadequacy is stifling. Ben can’t breathe. For the second time tonight, Ben hyperventilates from sheer, blinding terror.

Which is not a thing that Ben would want you to know. Moving on.

“Thou art weak, heathen blasphemer. Thou art repugnant.” Ouch.

*Tell me what to do,* Ben whispers, in abject defeat.

The Ghost of Giles Corey begins to laugh.

Cold, man, cold. That’s just cold.

Two trickles of blood wend their way down from the corners of Klaus’s splitting mouth. Two trickles of tears wend their way down from the corners of Ben’s streaming eyes.

Klaus’s hands. His poor hands. Klaus. Maddening and lovable. His poor, mangled hands.

This, friends of the occult, is called ‘leverage.’

“The key, young Hargreeves. The key of Solomon ist what thou seekest. Fashioned of skin and bone, thou shalt find it in the ground amongst the bones before me. Seek, and ye shall findeth the key in the ossuary.”

“*Where?!*” Ben both whispers, and mimes. Ben is all in, raging and ready to bring this thing to an end. “*And WHAT THE FUCK is a motherfucking OSSUARY?*”

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I’m kinda hoping you won’t look up Giles Corey. I’m kinda hoping you will reblog, though. 🙏

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Urban Beach Wedding Venue

Wow, this was such a challenge.. Not much for the building per se, but the amount of research, time and attention we made into every detail was a lot! We hope to brighten Mark and Lauren’s special wedding day and to create nice memories for those who’ll come in the future. This community wedding venue is our gift to the lovers of Willow Creek and we are very happy to have been a part of it! xo Liz

Community - Bar/Wedding Venue

40x30 lot

134′026 $

CCs: none

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Wedding Venue - Community wedding venue shaped as a big barn with two levels: groudfloor has the reception; ballroom with bar, dancefloor and stage for the band and guest’s speeches; dining hall with buffet table and main table for the newly weds and their parents/bridemaids/best mens; big professional kitchen with plenty of space to cook all the delicacies; and two restrooms. On the upper floor there are the wedding aisle with functional arch and seatings; waiting area; fitting, hair and makeup room equipped with a big curtain to make the perfect entrance; and two restrooms. The venue is beach themed as per request of the challenge, but the building can be customized for other types of weddings. For decoration we used sandy and earthy tones, pavement with sand and stones and wooded finishing on walls to give a natural feeling to the place, simple furnitures and many many lights, palms and flowers. The the free holiday pack is necessary for the atmosphere, My Wedding Stories game pack is not. -- No CCs were used, it's all base game -- (Made following the Build-n-Share Challenge #11 - Aisle Remember - rules)

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Denver Co Homes For Sale

Are you looking to buy a home in the Denver, Colorado area? Then you’ve come to the right place. Our team of real estate professionals specializes in Denver Co Homes For Sale, and we are here to help you find your dream home. With our expertise in the market and our commitment to customer satisfaction, we will work tirelessly to ensure that you find the perfect property that meets all your needs and exceeds your expectations. So whether you’re a first-time homebuyer or an experienced investor, let us guide you through the process and make your home-buying journey smooth and successful.

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A true one of a kind spectacular home, completely renovated from floor to ceiling , on a 10,900 SF lot in a prime location of Denver Country Club. You will find understated elegance as you drive up to this sun filled Tudor home and be pleasantly surprised the moment you enter the home as quality finishes and craftsmanship surround. The main floor is inviting with multiple, generously sized flexible living spaces , a vaulted family room, an office, powder room and an absolutely divine eat in kitchen with custom cabinets, carrera marble, top of the line appliances and wonderful breakfast bar. All spaces lead to an enviable yard and marvelous outdoor entertaining spaces. Upstairs a phenomenal primary suite is a true retreat hosting a luxurious bathroom w/ heated floors, steam shower, soaking tub, carrera marble, and a phenomenal walk in closet. Three additional charming bedrooms are en-suite with timeless finishes and ample closet spaces. Upstairs laundry completes the second floor. The finished basement is perfect for a media room, playroom or exercise room and has additional space for storage and the ability to expand. Meticulous home designed by Morris/Alvarez. If you want a completely updated , warm , modern home with timeless finishes in Denver Country Club, this is your dream finally come true! Bromwell elementary and a short stroll to everything in Cherry Creek make this a perfect option for those seeking a single family home in DCC or a Cherry Creek alternative.

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Hilltop Modern Dream Home ! Located on a spacious lot – this new build home feels custom at every turn. Privacy and luxury await behind the stacked stone courtyard wall. Soaring ceilings unfold on the main floor with wide plank hardwood floors leading the way. The grand living room with wood accent walls and a marble surrounded fireplace is enveloped by a wall of sliding doors opening to the pergola and lush lot. Gourmets will love the kitchen featuring high-end appliances, a vast center island, leathered cabinetry and modern lighting. Sitting nearby is the formal dining with access to the patio and an adjoining caterer’s kitchen with more prep + storage space, plus an additional dishwasher – perfect for hosting at home soirees. An ideal main floor bedroom suite sits privately at the front of the house with an en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet. Completing the main floor is a private home office, elegant guest powder room, walk-in storage, and mudroom located off the tandem 4 car garage with a pet wash station. Granduer is elevated on the upper floor with 3 en-suite bedrooms and a primary suite to rival the finest of hotel suites. The primary bedroom is large with glass doors opening to a balcony, gas fireplace + room to allow for rest and relaxation. The primary bathroom is well-appointed with heated floors, large steam shower, soaking tub + built-in vanity. The enormous walk-in closet is ready to be outfitted to suit your needs! Additionally, there is a sitting room or perfect second office off the primary suite which can easily be incorporated in to create a truly spectacular oasis. The lower level is an entertainers dream with a great room + nearby wet bar area plus a glass enclosed wine room. Guests will enjoy an additional en-suite bedroom, plus and a home gym + more. This modern marvel has designer touches throughout – not a detail has been overlooked.

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A sprawling estate emerges on over half an acre in Polo Club North. Steeped in quiet solitude given its expansive + lush surroundings, the remarkable exterior is matched by the home’s luxurious interior ? both of which flaunt new paint. A new roof crowns the residence while towering ceilings soar upward inside. The entryway is flanked by a great room that leads into a home library with built-ins. Custom quartzite shines in a designer kitchen, where vast windows, an adjacent living area + outdoor connectivity create a stunning venue for entertaining. Exceptional artistry defines the bedroom spaces, including a primary bedroom with an indulgent en-suite bathroom. Additional spaces, such as another wood-wrapped office, a finished basement + an in-law apartment ensure serenity at every turn. An indoor pool sanctuary is complemented by an outdoor pool surrounded by private landscaping, multiple entertaining vignettes + an immense backyard ? all within moments of Cherry Creek’s endless amenities.

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Charlotte Landscaping

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Wow, this unusual home in Mendocino, California does not look like it was built in 1960, but that's what the real estate says. 4bds, 3ba, $4.2M.

Look at the chimney and front door. They must've used architectural salvage to build this home.

I don't usually like rustic style, but this is cool. It has a big open concept living area with a vaulted ceiling, hand hewn beams, and a skylight.

The kitchen isn't overly large, just a cute rustic style tucked in a corner. The cabinet doors have burled wood inserts and a hammered copper exhaust hood is over the stove. Love the countertops.

Nice matching pantry closet in the hall.

This bar looks like it was made out of a Hoosier cabinet and it's so pretty.

There's a well-used, working fireplace.

Plus, a wood burning stove with a rustic built-in closet and fire resistant stone walls & floor.

Lovely primary bedroom has 2 fireside chairs in front of the fireplace.

The secondary bedrooms are different- this one has natural light wood walls.

And, this one has a medium stain on the wood.

The 4th one looks like a private guest room with access to the outside.

What interesting doors.

The sink vanity and mirror look handmade. Very nice.

Stairs going up to the upper level. Here're some built in closets.

The 1.04 acre lot includes a large barn workshop.

Looks like they've got a business in here.

The garden is lovely. There's this pretty fountain.

There's such an interesting variety of bushes.

This is nice.

Vintage garden sink and counter for potting.

Some small planters.

The grounds are so beautiful.

There's a little shed in the back.

Isn't this a pretty location?

The home is called Sea Croft.

Because it's so close to the Pacific Ocean.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/45350-Indian-Shoals-Rd-Mendocino-CA-95460/19214144_zpid/

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A DETAILED GUIDE TO CHOOSING THE RIGHT MARBLE SLABS BY THE QUARRY CURATORS

Marble has been revered as one of the most beautiful and luxurious natural stones, for centuries and rightly so. The most coveted of them all being natural Italian marble. After all, marble is one of nature’s most amazing creations that take millions of years to form. It is loved by master sculptors, artisans, designers and architects equally, making it a favoured choice for their finest works, be it cathedrals, galleries, elaborate pillars, public buildings or a luxury marble home. Carefully chosen natural marble can add class to any space. However, there are many important factors to keep in mind while selecting the best marble for your home.

Here’s how you can choose the appropriate marble for your luxury living space:

Statuarietto

Understanding natural marble as a building material.

Marble is an extraordinary natural stone that is formed over centuries, being subjected to extreme heat and pressure in the depths of the Earth. Every natural marble slab is formed through metamorphosis, but each marble piece is different from the other, making some stones highly sought after for marble interiors compared to the others. Curated from the world’s best quarries, you can find not only the most luxurious but also 100% naturalslabs at our 12,500 sq. ft. temperature-controlled, The Quarry Gallery and The Quarry CO:LAB.

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Where will the chosen slab be used?

Marble has come a long way from being used only for a luxurious marble flooring or a marble kitchen countertop. Today we can envision and apply different types of marble across different areas from marble bathroom, kitchen countertops, highlighter walls to outdoor marble seating, fountains, wall claddings, bathtubs and more. For inspiration on the many innovative application possibilities, all you have to do is visit our extraordinary 8,100 sq. ft. space called The Quarry CO:LAB. It is home to a collective of over 30 different marble, granite and onyx masterpieces designed to inspire, wow and keep you talking about it forever.

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Know the origin of your chosen slab.

Each marble slab that is displayed at The Quarry Gallery is sourced from the best quarries, only. This can largely help you determine the ideal application for the stone of your choice. Example – some slabs curated from South America like Ombiancaare suitable for both interiorand exterior uses; whereas the Carrara marble which comes from Italy can be used only for interiors, like a grand marble flooring or a flawless marble bathroom. The QuarryCurators are experts when it comes to our luxurious collection and would love to tell you more from origin to ideal finishes, applications and more.

Picking the right colours.

This is seemingly the best part of the marble selection process. Natural marble comes in many different shades, tints and tones. This spans across the purest white marble to the brightest reds and pinks, calming blues to the deep blacks and browns. Light colours can create the illusion of more space, whereas darker colours can make your room feel more intimate and cosier. You can also go for a combination of both light & dark in the form a classicblack and white marble design. Be sure to think about this factor while selecting the correct marble.

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Decide on a style and aesthetic.

Every natural marble slab is like a one-of-a-kind work of art, with no two slabs being the same. Where some may have very noticeable veins or patterns that easily stand out, the others might be more subdued with less graining. This is why the type of natural marble you choose must essentially depend on your taste, style and the decor and fittings you already have in place.

About the final finishing touch.

The finish you choose for your marble slab plays an important role in its upkeep. While a polished marbleslab may be more likely to show timely corrosion and etching, a honed finish will age a lot more gracefully. The same can be said for the way the corners are finished, narrow-cut corners may be more likely to chip than a rounded-off one. The Quarry offers you a wide range of innovative finishes like the honed finish or a polished marble finish, amongstmany others.

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Caring for your chosen marble.

Once you’ve done your research, discussed your options with our curators, picked your marble and confirmed a cut, you should also get familiar with what its maintenance might require. Although we offer 1000 day maintenance assistance for each slab, a certain dos and don’ts are recommended to ensure its longevity. For instance, acidic or oily substances like citrus, vinegar or cleaning products can leave markings on your marble called etching. This can dull the surface of your marble kitchen countertop and can be difficult to remove without professional help. To avoid this, we have invested in technologies like the QVAC – a special ultra-strengthening technology to increase the integrity and longevity of the stone. The Quarry Densification process makes each slab highly stain resistant and the amazing bacteria-resistant BactoFinish.

Keep all your options open, with sample slabs.

We insist you see a sample slab before making a final choice or better yet visit The Quarry Gallery. This way, you can study and compare different types of slabs and pick which one suits the best for your requirements. Our curators can guide you through the entire selection process and help you make the right choice.

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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count - 3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire.

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him.

Your hands then pressed against his chest.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked.

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school.

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike.

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine.

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride… He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear.

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift.

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in.

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen.

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?”

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.”

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook, “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.”

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs.

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away.

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen. You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently.

You pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together.

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit.

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy. You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear.

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.”

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.”

Once you got outside, you hit his arm.

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed.

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?” and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled.

“Well now that you mention it…”

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing.

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear.

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away.

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised.

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class.

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke.

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined.

“Okay.”

“Really? Okay?” you gasped.

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him.

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred.

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered.

“Anything?”

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.”

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out.

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst.

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them.

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement .

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head. You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours.

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently.

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.”

“Good girl.”

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation. Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better.

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you.

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes.

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you.

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously.

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.”

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole.

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed.

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close.

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed.

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything.

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Twice React- S/O Makes Them Squirt

Requested: Yup

Request: Twices reaction to their s/o making them squirt

a/u: Hey, guys! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long I just couldn’t find the time in a day to write and I’m sorry that these are kinda all over the place it took two weeks to write and I finished like 4-5 of the members reactions today alone and it’s been a few months so I’m a little rusty on reacts. I also want to say thank you so much for 2.6k+ followers I can’t believe so many people actually like me. But, thank you all again, I love you all.

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Oh my god.”

Nayeon gripped the bed sheets between her fingers tightly as your fingers continued pistoning in and out of her at a blinding pace. Her body shook with shocks of pure pleasure as you built her up to her third orgasm of the night, her euphoria a stone’s throw away as your fingers hooked into her frontal wall. You pressed into the spongy flesh making her scream as her nails dug into your shoulder, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as she felt liquid squirt from between her legs. Dripping down your fingers and arm as you looked up at her, “Huh, I knew I was good. But I didn’t know it was that good.”

Jeongyeon

“That’s new.”

Your girlfriend’s head was buried in your neck as you were both naked from the waist down, as she continued to grind down on your thigh. Her face a vibrant hue as she panted hotly into your ear, “Close.” You smirked as you flexed your thigh, the muscle bulging ever so slightly as it made contact with Jeongyeong’s clit, a surprised moan leaving her lips as she ground down harder. Her brain flooded with endorphins as her orgasm ripped through her, a splatter of wetness drenching your thigh as Jeong threw her head back letting out another high pitched whine before falling back into your arms. A surprised look painted your face as you stared at her in disbelief, “Are you okay?” Jeongyeon nodded sleepily, as she hummed into your shoulder, “Tired.” You snorted a little as you gently laid her back onto the bed, “I bet, just rest here.” You leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Momo

“That was hot.” (I also had to do a lot of [literal] weird ass research for this)

Momo was on her hands and knees as you eased a lubed finger in her back entrance, a low groan escaping her throat as you stretched her open. Making sure she was comfortable before lifting the string of beads, “Are you sure about this Momoring?” The Japanese girl nodded as you coated the toy in copious amounts of lube, “Okay, just tell me if you need to stop, okay?” Momo nodded again as you held the toy to her “back door”, her breath hitching as the first bead made its way into her practically virgin cavern. It took a while before you finally got the whole thing inside before picking up the remote next to you, you turned to the lowest setting sparking the beads to life as Momo moaned lowly enjoying the new feeling, “Doing okay?” Your girlfriend nodded shakily as you turned up the toy by two clicks, “Oh, god...yes.” You pressed down on the toy so it simultaneously hit her g-spot at the same time making Momo white knuckle the bed sheets, a loud moan reaching throughout the room as her body convulsed. Streams of her orgasm came shooting out as her body finally settled down, a light chuckle leaving Momo as you turned the toy off and made a move to take it out only to be stopped by your girlfriend, “You don’t want it out?” The dancer shook her head, “Leave it for now.” You chuckled as you came up to cuddle her, “Kinky.” Momo pushed you lightly, “Be quiet.”

Sana

“I didn’t know I could do that.”

Sana squirmed relentlessly under the vibrations of the Hitachi, it was placed squarely on her clit as you edged her closer and closer to her second orgasm. Bolts of pleasure shot up and down her spine as the Japanese girl clenched her teeth as she fought off an embarrassingly loud moan, her peak a few seconds away as you brought your mouth down to her breasts. You smirked before taking a hardened bud between your lips, placing a kiss on the areola as your teeth grazed the nipple ever so lightly. A hitched gasp sounded from above you as your girlfriend’s hand shot to your head, a stuttered moaning falling from her lips as her hips bucked into the toy. A rush of liquid squirting out onto your hand as Sana’s body rolled like a wave, running out her orgasm. When she finally settled back down you threw the toy to the side as you placed a kiss to her cheek, a blissful smile on her face, “Good?” Sana nodded as she curled into you, “So good.”

Jihyo

“What just happened?”

It had been a week since you had last let Jihyo cum and she was nearing the end of her rope. Your constant teasing didn’t help as she had to deal with whatever the female version of “blue balls'' was as you left her hanging for seven days straight. But as you looked at her in the lowlights of the restaurant you decided that she finally deserved her reward. She shot you a look as you picked up your phone, a devilish smile on your lips as you turned up the dial on the remote viabrator she was wearing. The brunette stifled a sudden moan as she glared at you from across the table, you cocked an eyebrow in faux concern, “Something the matter Jihyo-ah?” Your girlfriend resisted the urge to flick you off as she attempted to lift her spoon, “Not at all.” You shrugged, “Good. Cause I've been saying that you need to cum here or wait another week before we go out again.” Jihyo’s eyes widened as she understood what your words implied, you could see the apprehension in her eyes as you quickly added, “What’s your favorite color again?” The Korean girl glanced around the mostly empty restaurant, “Green.” You smiled as you turned the dial to its highest setting, her eyes fluttering closed as her grip on the spoon tightened. A week of pent up frustration about to be released in front of people as she suddenly felt a torrent of liquid rush out of her, her eyes flying open as you sensed what had happened. You cleared your throat as you turned off the toy, “You can borrow my jacket.”

Mina

“Wow.”

Mina stood knock-kneed in the kitchen as all plans of making dinner fell through the second you started playing with the setting of the egg vibrator you had placed inside of her earlier that evening. A scowl on her face as she held onto the countertop to prevent herself from collapsing under her weight, a sly smile on your face as you made your way towards her, “Need a little Minari.” Your girlfriend glared at you as she tried to stand up straighter only to have a surprised gasp fall from her mouth as you turned up the intensity, “Y/N, I ne...need to make din...dinner.” You shrugged, “Or, we can just skip to dessert?” Mina pursed her lips for a second before tackling you in a kiss, and before she knew it your head was between her thighs on the counter. The way your tongue suckled her clit made her squirm as it contrasted the coolness of the granite she was sitting on as you began playing with the settings again. The vibrations combined with the attention you were giving her with your tongue made the brunette let out a guttural moan as she suddenly felt like she began to pee, her body was wracked with jolts of pleasure as you felt your chin being drenched by her release. A bright blush covered Mina’s face as she saw what she had done, “Y/N I’m so sor…” before she could apologize you cut her off with a kiss, “No apologies, baby. That was hot.” Your girlfriend still hid her face with her hair, “You’re just saying that.” You shook your head as you placed a kiss to her cheek, “I’d never lie to you.”

Dahyun

“Geez.”

Dahyun’s body shook slightly as she laid back into the pillows, her fingers teasing her clit through the fabric of her panties as you sat at the end of the bed a small wet spot forming at the front of her underwear as you smirked, “Take your panties off and present yourself for me.” Your girlfriend blushed slightly but did as she was told, a small string of arousal was connected to the fabric as she threw over the side of the bed, pushing her knees up so she was spread out for you. “Now, touch yourself.” Dahyun’s hand snaked its way down her body till she made contact with her drenched opening, her breathing stuttered as she sank a finger into herself, a soft squelch filled the room as she added another finger. Her other hand coming down to play with her clit as a bright blush dusted her cheeks, her arousal building as you watched in awe. “C...can I come?” Your girlfriend looked at you with half-lidded eyes as you pondered it for a second, her peak climbing at an alarming rate, “What's the magic word?” Dahyun squeezed her eyes shut as she continued working her fingers in and out of herself, “Pl..please? Please. Pl...please!?” Her voice raised an octave as you smiled, “Cum for me Dahyunnie.” The raven hairs girl let out a load moan as her body seized, her vision filled with white as a stream of liquid shot out from between her thrusting fingers. You looked at each other in shock as she fell back into the pillows, you quickly scrambled up to her as you placed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, “Good girl.”

Chaeyoung

“That was amazing!”

You had your girlfriend strapped down to a chair as you circled her with a Hitachi in one hand and a riding crop in the other, you ran the leather toy up Chae’s thigh making her shudder as you placed a light swat to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, “You’ve been a bad girl this week Chaengie. Haven’t you?” The blonde squirmed in her bonds as she hissed at the hit you landed on her other thigh, “Y..yes.” You hummed as you moved behind her, your hands running down her shoulders before you took both her breasts into your hands, squeezing the flesh lightly as Chaeyoung leaned into the touch right before you pulled away making her whimper. “Good girls get rewards,” You turned on the wand and held it down to your girlfriend’s neglected sex for the first time this evening, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as her toes curled against the hardwood, “do you deserve a reward?” Chae’s fingers curled around the silk holding her down as you continued holding the toy against her, “Only if you th..think I d..do.” You held back a smile as you leaned down to her ear, “Good answer.” The blonde heaved in a breath as she felt her peak rising, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she held back from screaming, “May I cum?” You pretended to look up in thought as Chaeyoung begged louder, “Y/N-ah please let me cum! I can’t, I can’t, I..” Before she could continue you cut her off, “Cum Chaeng.” The idol threw her head back in ecstasy as spurts of liquid sprayed from her pussy, a guttural moan falling from her lips as her release finally died down, a relieved smile on her face as you turned off the toy, “Wow.” You laughed lightly ruffling her hair, “Wow indeed.”

Tzuyu

“I…”

Tzuyu’s eyes fluttered close as she pushed down on your head, her pleasure building as you took her clit into your mouth. You sucked on the small bundle of nerves as she let out a loud moan, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into your shoulder, “Y/N I’m gonna…!” Before she could finish her sentence her release came flooding out of her like a tidal wave, soaking your chin and the bedsheets. The Taiwanese girl’s eyes went wide as she stared down at you, a look of disbelief on her face as you laughed lightly, “What?” Tzuyu blinked, “Did I just?” You nodded, swiping your tongue across your lips to gather the wetness still there, “Yes you did. And it was hot.” At your words your girlfriend blushed brightly as you fell into a fit of laughter, “Not funny Y/N!”

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