#Yeah it'll probably take a while to answer some asks

[demaparbat-hp]

seeing your ZK art with katara's burn scars I imagine zuko kissing her scarred hands 😭 and ofc she kisses his scar too !!!!!!!!

Scar kisses are my everything.

[artdcnaldson]

Ok so hear me out. I need you to write an au about virgin reader and art having sex for the first time while patrick watches (like the perv he is!) I imagine that it would probably take place during the hotel makeout scene or in art’s dorm room😄

all three of you are on the same freakuency..... sweet art's first time, he just needs some moral support, that's all!

And maybe you've been hooking up with Patrick on the side and he very selflessly asked if you'll pop Art's cherry. Not like you're in his lap with his dick in your hand, the words were mumbled clumsily against your lips.

"I just think..." You interrupt him with a clumsy kiss, which he pulls back from reluctantly. "It would be nice. He's going to college in the fall and— fuck, yeah, like that— it'd be nice to get him nice and deflowered before he's surrounded by all that pussy without any clue of what to do."

"Gross. Are you seriously trying to pimp me out?" You ask with a tiny grin, not entirely disgusted by anything more than Patrick’s casual misogyny. Your hand continues its slick glide up and down his cock. Patrick just grins at you, like that's answer enough. "You're an idiot."

Whatever. Idiot or not, you still fuck Patrick. Idiot or not, you agree to deflower Art Donaldson.

And Art's cute, in a boyish, sort of way. He's sweet, well intentioned. When you come onto him at the MRTA graduation, he's all wide-eyed and nervous. Aren't you seeing Patrick? Are you sure Patrick won't get mad?

"I’m not Patrick’s girlfriend. And besides, he wants me to," you tell him, and his fears melt away like cotton candy. Now that you've eased his mind, it's so easy to get him back to his dorm room. It’s so sweet, how he’s already hard in his jeans from a little kissing and the promise of something more. His eagerness just proves that Patrick was right— this really was the best gift he could give Art for graduation.

If it were up to you, it would���ve happened in your own dorm, but Patrick insisted that it had to happen in their dorm. So instead of soft sheets and tasteful decorations and scented candles, Art gets scratchy blankets and the smell of cigarette smoke and empty Gatorade bottles.

He swallows when he sees Patrick waiting on the bed. It all feels like a virginity-intervention. Still... Art sits on his side of the bed, knees touching Patrick's, and looks between the two of you, hackles up, backing into a defensive state.

"You're both making fun of me," he mutters, and there’s an angry twitch in his jaw, that thinly veiled restraint that you notice and file away for later. "This is a big joke, right? Patrick, you fucking asshole."

"I'm not making fun of you, Art," you assure, moving to sit in front of him, hands on his knees. It forces his pretty blue eyes to land firmly on you. "I just want to help. It'll be nice to get it done, won't it? Patrick and I can help you."

He huffs, glancing between the two of you again. "He's staying?" Patrick grins and nods. Of course he is. He'd been there for the start of Art's sexual awakening, no way he'd miss this too.

"Yeah, to give you some advice, baby," you say with a little smile. You move into his lap, mouthing at his jaw. He sighs a little, tilting his head to the side so your lips can move to suck on his pulse point. You smile against his throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot there, and he whines. "That's it, just let us take care of you."

You just kiss him for a while— licking into his mouth, letting him taste and explore however he wants. His hands slip under your top, squeezing your tits while he moans into your mouth something incoherent about how soft, warm, perfect they are.

It's like he's drunk on it— painfully hard beneath you, whining at every little touch. When you peel off his pristine blue button up and run your thumbs over his nipples, he keens and mewls like it's the best thing he's ever felt. Fuck, maybe it is.

"You can't suck him off," Patrick says when you go to unbutton his pants. "He'll cum before he can even fuck you."

"Shut the fuck up, Patrick," Art mutters, shooting Patrick a glare that's about as deadly as he can manage with kiss swollen lips and mussed golden curls and ruddy cheeks. Like an angry little cherub. “I won’t… I’m not gonna cum if you touch me. I have gotten head before, and handjobs, and stuff.”

His hips buck mindlessly, seeking friction as you work the button and fly of his jeans. You smile as you rub over the bulge in the denim with your free hand, feeling the hard length of him. It makes him throw his head back and moan. “Yeah? But maybe Patrick’s right,” you murmur, lips trailing over his jaw. “Might be too much for you, baby. If we get you too worked up I don’t know if you’ll last when you’re inside of me.”

He whines. Really whines. It has to be one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that I can’t, just… maybe I’m impatient.” You and Patrick share a look and grin. Sure. Impatient.

“I know you are,” you tell him, lips twitching as you fight an amused grin. “Just get me ready for you. You know how to do that?”

Patrick shakes his head behind Art, but you get the impression that maybe Art knows more than Patrick is willing to give him credit for. His hand slips under your dress, rubbing you through the cheap lace thong you’d bought at Wet Seal. Your eyes flutter shut as you gasp softly— his thumb rubs against your clit, but his eyes are locked on your every reaction.

“That’s good?” He murmurs softly. His index finger teases over your dripping entrance, barely concealed by hot pink lace. “It is, isn’t it? You’re so wet,” The words escape him mindlessly, like he’s accidentally verbalizing his thoughts. His cheeks go red and Patrick smiles like this is the proudest he’s ever been.

The tips of his fingers catch on the wet fabric and tug it to the side, just enough that his fingers can tease over your dripping pussy. His thumb maintains its pressure on your clit as he sinks his middle finger inside you to his second knuckle. A soft puff of breath like a gasp slips past his lips as he feels your walls squeezing around him.

“He’s really good,” you gasp out, looking at Patrick over Art’s shoulder as he stretches you on his fingers. Patrick’s big hand splays over his lap, squeezing at the hard length of his cock in his jeans as he watches. “Better than you, maybe.” Patrick laughs softly, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the headboard.

Art likes the praise, you know he does because his lips twitch into a cocky smirk as he sinks a second finger alongside the first, curling them until his fingertips press against a sensitive spot that makes stars dance across your vision. He knows what he’s doing, of course he does, he’s driven by the need to be praised and desired. The silent, unspoken competition in his mind against Patrick driving him to do anything he can to keep you pleased and happy.

Each pretty moan and gasp from your lips is lapped up like the sweetest honey. He nuzzles against your jaw as he fucks you with thick fingers, like your body is a pretty little piece of equipment he’s been trained to perfectly use. He moans against your skin when you come, cunt fluttering and squeezing around his fingers, like he’s feeling it every bit as much as you are.

You’ve forgotten to spare a glance at Patrick— it’s too easy to get lost in the ways that Art can play with your body. His jeans are tugged down just enough for him to free himself— and his hand works over the length of his cock as he pumps his fist in time with Art’s fingers. You squeeze Art’s arm once, twice, to get him to stop and he obeys, withdrawing fingers slick with your juices and licking them off like you’re his favorite meal.

“Are you sure he’s a virgin?” You murmur as you push Art back against the sheets, his pretty golden curls fanned out against his pillow like a halo.

Patrick nods, watching hungrily as you undress the pretty boy beneath you. His fancy dress shoes and socks, his jeans and button down, then his boxers. Until Art’s naked and flushed pink beneath you, drooling precum onto his tummy as his cock jerks with weak little pulses. When he looks at you, his pupils are so dilated they swallow up the pretty blue. He’s so pretty and debauched it makes you feel a little dizzy.

You slip off your dress, then your panties, and watch the bob of his Adam’s apple in his throat as he looks at you. “Are you okay with me on top?” You ask as you straddle his hips. You’re so close that he can feel the heat emanating from your body, from your cunt.

He swallows again, glancing over at Patrick like he’s asking for permission. “She’s good at it,” Patrick tells him. “You can just lay back and let her do all the work.“

You’d tell Patrick not to be a dick, but, well, he’s kind of right. You don’t expect Art to do anything— it’s his first time. But Patrick fucking loves laying back and making you work for it, like you’d have to earn the right to come. Art’s not that kind of guy— at least, not yet. But you can sense that smug confidence beneath the surface, lying dormant.

You reach down and take his cock into your hand, flushed red and slick with precum. You give an experimental pump in your hand and watch as more dribbles out. Needy boy. You sit up, lining him up with your entrance when he grabs your thigh. “Wait, don’t I need a condom?”

Patrick reaches into the bedside drawer, but you just shake your head. “It’s fine,” you tell him, teasing his tip through your folds, getting him even wetter. “I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean. You can cum in me.”

As soon as the words slip past your lips, he squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain. You can feel his cock pulsing in your grasp and you have to bite back an amused grin. “Hold on, wait—“ he gasps out, gripping your hips like a vise, dimpling the plush skin there. “Don’t do it yet, just… give me a second. Just a second.”

It’s a pretty sight— his full lips parted as he pants softly, the little furrow in his brow where his eyes pinch shut. He takes one deep breath, then another, and nods. “Okay,” he pants. “Okay, I’m ready.”

You have to go slow so you don’t overwhelm him, sinking down inch by inch by inch. He groans, head tiling back against the pillows, the fine muscles of his neck taut. His hands grasp onto your hips, squeezing tight like it might ground him in reality, like it’s keeping him from slipping into a dizzy, mindless euphoria.

When you’re finally flush against him, he takes a shaky breath and opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasps. “And you feel— oh, god— you’re so warm, and wet, and you’re so fucking tight.”

Patrick moans at the sight of Art falling apart beneath you, hand squeezing around his cock as he pumps his length. The sight makes heat bloom in your tummy, and you feel yourself squeezing around Art’s cock. He whines, panting out hot puffs of breath.

It’s easy to forget how strong he is when he’s beneath you like this. But he grips your hips and pulls you forward, encouraging you to glide along his cock. “Please,” he says weakly, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I can take it.”

“He can take it,” Patrick echoes with a grin. There’s something about the thinly veiled amusement in his eyes that tells you he wants you to unmake Art entirely— to take the sweet, needy boy and make him something unrecognizable. Something primal, something pathetic. “C’mon, look at him. He’s a big boy, he can handle it.”

You begin to move, palms splayed against his chest as you rock your hips, nice and slow. He groans, head tipping back, eyes rolling so you can see the whites of them.

"You feel so good, Art," you gasp as you begin to move a little faster. He whines, eyes locked on the sight of your tits bouncing as you ride his cock. "So perfect."

Art wants more. He inches his hands a little higher, so his fingertips brush against your breasts, almost nervous to just grab. Patrick scoffs. "Just grab her tits, Art— Jesus— she likes it."

And he does. Big, rough hands gripping your tits, squeezing as you ride him. He bucks his hips up, seeking the tight warmth of your cunt as you move, just wanting to hold you down and stay buried there.

"Move faster," Patrick says. You can hear from the gravel in his voice, that tiny hint of whininess, that he's getting close. Of course Patrick wouldn't want to finish first and have to sit there watching Art have all the fun.

And, technically, Patrick is your boyfriend (or, at least, you think he is, and Art thinks he is, and Patrick... is a mystery), so you decide to indulge in his request.

"Wait—" Art pants, hands flying down to your hips as you ride him harder. "Oh, fuck— wait, wait— you're gonna— nghh, god—" He squeezes his eyes shut, chest heaving as you bounce on his cock. He squeezes, fingers dimpling the plush fat of your ass as he tries to slow you down, or maybe just hold on for some sense of grounding as you bring him closer and closer to a sweet release.

"C'mon, Art," you gasp, nails digging into his pale pecs. "C'mon, we want you to cum, baby."

He tries to hold out. He really does, but you want him to cum, you're asking for it. You and Patrick. He cries out, bucking up into your cunt as he finishes, pumping a warm load inside of you. He whines, eyes fluttering as his cock twitches, dribbling out his last drops of cum.

Patrick's chest is splattered with his own release, drying messily in his chest hair, Art Donaldson is beneath you— sated and deflowered. You glance over at Patrick while Art's eyes are still squeezed shut and make a face that says I didn't even cum. You owe me.

He just grins and nods, like it's a given that he'd get you off after. But honestly, you figure it's 50-50 that he'll follow through. Maybe you can just ask Art.

[demonic0angel]

The Cult AU

As inspired by this post and this post. AO3 version is here.

CW: emotional breakdowns, implied torture, codependency, 5k+ words

“Danny,” Sam said. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

“I’m not, though?” Danny answered in a confused tone, putting his gloves on. When he turned, Sam stood there in her battle attire, flowy robes and plants that covered her protectively.

Danny stared at her for a moment in slight bewilderment before he said, “Take those off. I’m going in with Dan and Dani for a chat, not an interrogation, Sam.”

Sam growled. “They won’t be enough. Let me and Valerie come with you. We can protect you.”

“No. This is Jazz, we’re talking about. She’ll never hurt me. And like I said, it’s only a chat. I just want to see what’s going on.”

Sam narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. “You think you can bet on it? You think she can’t hurt you?”

“Hell yeah, I can bet on it. She won’t hurt me.”

Sam sighed loudly before she said, “At least wear armor. Dani and Dan aren’t wearing armor either, but you should at least wear some.”

Danny shook his head. “No. And I’ll say it again, Jazz won’t hurt me. Besides, we're only going to talk. There's no fight to be had."

Sam sighed again, almost a groan. Then she muttered to herself, almost in complaint, "How could Jazz have turned to this in only 2 years? We were finishing our high school educations! We were supposed to be back here having a graduation party! Instead, Jazz is starting a damn cult?!"

They had only come back a day ago from their high school graduation, only to be met with news that the Ghost Zone was rebuilding from civil war and that Jazz had started a cult. Supporters of the cult had ambushed Danny when he came in, desperate for his attention and help as their god.

Danny had been horrified to see that in the two years he had been gone from the Ghost Zone, Jazz had somehow become a cult leader.

It was a jarring transition from peace within the human world to chaos within the Infinite Realms.

Danny frowned.

He thought of Jazz and the words she spoke to him two years ago, when he couldn't choose between taking the throne at the age of 16 or continuing his education as Jazz had encouraged him to do.

("It's okay, little brother. I'll keep the throne warm for you while you graduate!"

"But what about you? I'm supposed to be King since I turned 16. You're 18 now, you should be..."

"It'll be okay! I'll keep your Kingdom safe."

"And yourself? You'll keep yourself safe too, right?"

".... yes. Of course. We'll both be safe and ready for when you come back. Work hard, do your homework, and apply for college as fast as you can, alright? You can take online courses when you're king!"

"Ugh, don't treat me like a kid!"

"You'll always be my little brother, Danny. I'll do anything for your success."

".... I know. Thanks.")

Danny said, "Sam. Don't say that. It's probably something... not too bad. It's no one's fault."

Sam glared at him. "You clearly blame someone."

Yes.

He blamed himself.

He knew that Jazz had called him several times in the past two years when he had been gone, but as his exams mounted and he reveled in his newfound freedom, he answered her frequent calls less and less.

He knew that she needed him. That she didn’t have anyone else. That she was lonely.

He just… got lost in his own space.

He had no one to blame for Jazz derailing into insane ideas like cults but himself.

"Yes. And it's not Jazz, so don't say that."

Sam scowled, but begrudgingly nodded.

Danny eyed her. "Take off your armor. We're not going to fight."

Sam obeyed, glowering. However, her grumpy expression soon eased into something more thoughtful as she asked, "Practicing ordering me around for when you take back the throne?"

Danny gave her a small smile and hummed.

The door slammed open, startling them both. Tucker stumbled inside and then said, "I have information. I know where Jazz is and I think I know who's with her."

Danny's eyes went wide.

"Who?!"

Tucker swallowed at the sight of his blatant fury and then cleared his throat.

"Spectra. Penelope Spectra has been Jazz's advisor for the past year and... I think they're going to execute a heretic for the first time today."

————

"So what do we know?" Dani asked as all three of them flew through the Ghost Zone. "We just have to retrieve Jazz and defeat this cult, right?"

Danny frowned. "I guess, but keep the bloodshed to a minimum."

Dan clicked his tongue. "And why should we?"

"Because Jazz created this cult. She cares, at least a little, about them, so keep the killing to a minimum. From what we've been able to dig up, the cult is called 'The Religion' and Jazz calls herself 'the Matriarch.'"

"What does the cult worship?" Dani asked. "There's gotta be some sort of god, right? Is the cult worshipping Jazz?"

Danny grimaced.

"Err... no. The cult worships me, Danny Phantom."

Both Dani and Dan stared at him blankly. Then they shared a look before shaking their heads.

"Oh, Jazz," Dani sighed. "She's really gone off the deep end now..."

"Are we really surprised?" Dan growled. He turned to Danny with a glare. "She's only human and she's been holding up the fate of the Infinite Realms for 4 years! It should've only been two, but she's been sacrificing sleep and peace of mind to make sure that your throne would be secure and safe while you go and finish your high school education! Frankly, I'm more surprised that she hasn't even killed a single ghost since she became Queen."

Dan finished his heated rant with a vicious glare and a spat out, "It's your fault that she's come to this."

Danny closed his eyes.

In ways, Dan was out of line and blaming him for nothing. After all, he too, like Danny and Dani, had minimal contact with Jazz over the past two years, no matter how much he tried to argue about it. But even he knew that logic did not make the guilt go away.

No matter what, it was Danny's neglect and carelessness that made Jazz feel like she had to go off the deep end.

Why had she resorted to killing again?

(He knew why. She loved him, but to her, he was the little boy she raised since young.

Even now, she did not consider him as an equal, only someone she had to protect.)

His heart felt painful. He didn’t know how to describe the heaviness in his chest and the worry he felt as they continued traveling through the Ghost Zone to get to Jazz before she could execute someone.

Danny sighed.

"I know. That's why I'm taking back the throne now. I'll release her from the crown and take back my rightful place as the King."

Dani sighed too. "We're overthrowing her," she said. It wasn't a question, more like a forlorn statement.

"Yes. Let's keep the bloodshed to a minimum. C'mon, I hear that she's still in the cult place. She's going to try to execute someone so let's try to hurry."

Both Dani and Dan frowned before they followed him to fly to where Jazz was.

The building she was in looked like a cathedral built in the old times, with tall towers, sharp angles, and plenty of windows. It was enormous, with black and white marble walls and stained glass windows. It looked beautiful, but also in a way, haunting. The cathedral was enormous and towered over them like it wanted to eat them alive.

They all shared a determined look and then went inside without another word.

When Danny stepped into the cathedral, everyone took one look at him and then dropped to their knees in a deep kneeling position. All of them wore black veils on their heads, as if they were in mourning.

In the middle of the room was a ghost who was bowed over an execution block, who looked at him and then sagged in relief.

However, Danny was soon distracted by the sound of everyone else speaking.

Their chants echoed within the cathedral's tall ceilings.

“All hail the King! All hail our God! All hail Death!”

Goosebumps rose across his skin.

Their obedience made his stomach churn and he felt the urge to vomit. He almost wanted to turn around and leave just from that, feeling extremely unsettled. He glanced backwards to see Dan sneer as Dani similarly tensed, eyes wide as they looked at the rows and rows of ghosts kneeling.

There were so many of them.

How had Jazz been able to accumulate so many worshippers?

The urge to throw up nearly took over Danny's senses again. His insides twisted and he felt faint, bile rushing up his throat.

"Oh, Jazz," he couldn't help but murmur. "What have you done?"

Each and every one of the cult members were surprisingly and horrifically obedient. None of them moved away from their bowing, stiff and still, covered in veils like unmoving statues intent on showing him worship. Danny looked at Dan and Dani, both who nodded, although Dan looked disgruntled to be listening to him.

All of them wore their old costumes. Although Dani and Danny had outgrown that old uniform of theirs, they still wore it today in hopes of snapping Jazz out of whatever craze she had. Hopefully, they reminded her of the vows she made and how much she loved heroes.

He wasn't really sure what he was going for.

He just wanted his big sister back.

Danny clenched his fists as he tracked down the traces of his sister. Dani and Dan stayed behind to take care of the cult members.

He tracked her down through the long, empty hallways, full of marble statues and gray decor. He eventually ended up in front of a room with a tightly shut door. There were faint traces of Jazz everywhere, a trail of her soul that he could sense.

He stared at the door before he broke the door handle and then slid inside, uncaring of the damage he left behind.

Jazz stood in the middle of the room, holding a sword quietly, as if in thought. She turned when she heard the door open and they both paused at the sight of each other. The greenish light of an open window fell upon her, casting soft shadows for a perfect painting. Spectra stood next to her, colored in red and smiling sharply, completely disrupting the scenery.

Danny tilted his head as he observed Jazz.

She looked right back at him, but he couldn't see her face. She wore black and white robes with turquoise accents, covered in elegant armor and sparkling jewelry pieces. A starry veil covered her face, as well as a large headpiece that weighed everything down.

She looked authorative and regal. Like a deadly queen.

He hadn't seen her in such a long time, but he still couldn't see her face.

He glanced down at the sword in her hands, long and shiny and sharp.

Was she going to personally execute someone?

"Jazz, it's good to see you," Danny said with a small smile. "You're still huge."

"And you're still short," Jazz replied curtly. There was something in her voice, like she wanted to tease him and make him laugh but the energy required to do so had left her.

The sword in her hands did not lower.

"Your Highness!" Spectra crooned. "You're back from the human world! Did you have a good time?"

Danny ignored her and looked at Jazz. "Jazz, it's time to stop this. All of this. You don't have to do this anymore. You can stop now."

Jazz was quiet.

Spectra gasped, as if personally offended for Jazz's sake, "Your Highness! You can't just say that! Jazz has done all of this for you! Shouldn't you be grateful to your loving, caring big sister?"

Danny narrowed her eyes. "Who gave you permission to call her by her name? She is Her Majesty and soon, she'll be Your Highness. Watch your tongue."

Spectra gasped again. "What! Are you... are you overthrowing your sister?" She looked at Jazz with wide eyes of disbelief.

Danny resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Was she seriously trying to start a fight with this nonsense?

Jazz was still silent and Danny frowned at this, eying her.

Danny ignored Spectra, who bristled at this, and said to Jazz, "C'mon, Jazz, let's go back. Please put down the sword. I don't want you killing for me, okay? Don't worry about a thing, I can take care of this for you."

He looked at her earnestly. He could not see the expression behind the veil, but he knew his sister. Her hands were clenched tight around the hilt of the sword, her knuckles white against the metal.

And of course, Spectra had to speak up again.

"You mustn't listen to him! He's only just come back, he doesn't know anything! You should continue as you've always done. We have plans, remember? Remember who all of this is for," she said, placing a manicured hand on Jazz's shoulder, a tad awkwardly due to Jazz's height.

Danny couldn’t hold back rolling his eyes this time.

Jazz did not speak.

Danny said, “Whatever she told you, Jazz, it’s probably not true. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. Please, Jazz.” He didn’t want to beg, but he would if it got him his sister back. “Please, let’s just go back home.”

“Don’t listen to him! I’m here to help you, Jazz. Haven’t I always been here to help you? He’s going to disrupt our plans. You must strike him down. It’s for his own good. He’s just a boy, you know that,” Spectra crooned, stroking Jazz’s arm. Her hands trailed down until she clasped at the fist holding up the sword and she lifted Jazz's arms, raising the blade to meet Danny's face.

Danny glared at her furiously.

The sight of someone else touching his sister had always unfuriated him, but he absolutely couldn't stand seeing this worthless ghost who thought she could control his big sister touching her like she had the right even more!

His powers crackled around him before he swiftly smothered it, taking another deep breath.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Get away from her! You’re nothing but a powerless, manipulative psycho who wants to leech off of my sister. Back off!”

Spectra gasped. “What! I’ve been doing nothing but help Jazz this entire time! But... where have you been? You’ve been in the human world, having fun, dating people, getting an education, while your big sister suffers here! I’m helping her! What have you done, while your poor big sister runs herself ragged trying to keep everyone alive for your future reign? You're so selfish!"

Danny snarled. He clenched his fists as Spectra so easily threw the fact that he had unwittingly abandoned his sister to the Infinite Realms in his face. His claws flexed and the urge to attack her rose within him sharply.

How dare she.

How dare she!

Danny took a deep, forceful breath as he loosened his fists before he turned to Jazz with a hard look that he quickly tried to soften. “Jazz,” he said again, “please come home with me.”

“Your Majesty!" Spectra insisted, shaking Jazz a little. "You should strike him down before he ruins any more plans. You must not hesitate! You’re the Queen! He’s going to take the rightful throne away from you!”

“Jazz, please.”

Jazz visibly faltered, looking between the two.

Danny perked up at the sight of her conflicted appearance, but Spectra grew incensed at her hesitation.

She practically went ballistic, her green eyes flashing as her red painted lips stretched into a snarl.

Spectra screamed. “C’mon! Strike him down! Don’t be a coward, Jasmine Fenton! He’s here to capture you! He’s here to take down all of the things you’ve done! Remember who you’ve done this for!”

Jazz slowly dropped her arm, her grip loosening.

Danny's smile grew, as Spectra shrieked, “What are you doing?! Fight! You must fight him! He’s taking down everything you’ve worked so hard for! What are you doing, you stupid girl?!”

Danny immediately glared at her in fury as he snapped, “Shut up! Don’t you dare talk to her that way!”

He looked back at Jazz and his gaze softened. “Jazz, come here, please.”

Her entire body looked like a wilted flower, with her slumped shoulders and lowered head. The sword was pointing down at the ground now.

His heart broke for her.

“Don’t listen to him! He’s going to hurt you! Don’t you remember what we’ve been doing this for? He doesn’t know better! You did this to protect him, remember?!”

Danny responded as if Spectra hadn’t been talking at all. “Jazz, come here. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. But I know better now. I’m older now. You’ve been protecting me for so long.”

He smiled softly and opened his arms as he said, “Let me protect you now. Come here, Jazz.”

“Don’t,” Spectra hissed. “You’re smarter than this. You know he’s still just a child. Only 18 years old. You can’t trust him to know what he’s talking about.”

“Jazz,” Danny said, lowering his arms for a moment.

“You must get rid of him now!” Spectra’s voice grew even more frenzied. “He’ll ruin everything! You were supposed to be great! You were supposed to be better than this! Do it! Jazz, do it! GET RID OF HIM!!”

Danny gazed into Jazz’s face, still covered in that stupid veil.

For a brief second, he worried that she wouldn’t relent. He worried that she would fall for Spectra’s tricks and turn away from him. He worried that he wasn’t able to reach her.

But as he looked at her, as he stared at her statuesque form, at the way her robes couldn’t hide the armor wrapped around her like she desperately needed the protection, the way she stood still like a deer in headlights, he suddenly knew what she would do.

She was his big sister.

His only big sister.

“Come here, Jazz,” Danny repeated. He couldn’t help the way his voice cracked and his eyes watered. He inhaled a breath to calm himself down, opened his arms again, and said, “I missed you. C’mon, Jazz. Let’s go back home.”

Jazz was silent.

Spectra practically shrieked, “KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!!”

Without warning, Jazz dropped the sword and then ran towards him. She flew into his arms and almost ran him over. Although she was heavy, Danny was not that weak, vulnerable 14 year old boy who couldn’t keep the crown on his head anymore. He was 18 now, ready to pull the heavy crown off of his sister’s head and take the responsibility for himself.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as Jazz collapsed into his arms. Her veil flew off her head from the force of her collusion with him, landing on the floor with a flutter and a clack of her jewelry.

She sobbed and Danny held her tight, pulling her into his embrace so for once, it was him who was holding her and protecting her from outside forces.

For once, it was her who could let down her walls and be kept safe within someone else’s arms.

Each one of her tears fell onto his skin like boiling water. Each droplet made his body burn.

These were the tears of his big sister.

These were the tears of someone who desperately needed his help.

What was the use of being a king if he couldn’t even help the ones that depended on him? What was the use of being a hero if he couldn’t even save the ones that he loved? What was the use of being a brother if he couldn’t even be there to support his siblings?

As Jazz cried into his chest and began mumbling apologies, Danny sighed and squeezed her, gently pressing his cheek to her hair.

“Don’t worry, Jazz. I’ll take care of everything.” His voice was much more steady than he felt.

Danny lifted his gaze and stared at Spectra, who was full on trembling now. Her expression was horrified and scared, and she took a full step back when the full weight of Danny’s gaze landed on her. Danny rubbed Jazz’s back, ignoring her rapid fire murmurs as she sobbed and begged for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mumbled, her words slurring over each other with her weeping.

Danny ignored her words, just trying to soothe her.

He would forgive her for anything.

(After all, he had forgiven her for what happened to their parents.

This was nothing compared to that.)

Though there was someone who he could never forgive.

Danny gave a bland smile to Spectra, who stiffened further like a horrified cat.

He had never wanted to kill anyone more than her.

Even when he had been strapped to his parents’ examination table, even when he had learned the truth of Dan’s life in another timeline, even when he had been humiliated and scorned by the people he was supposed to protect, he had never felt such a cold, unsympathetic hatred inside of him before.

His teeth and fangs itched for blood.

But his sister needed him more.

“It’s over,” he mouthed to the woman across from him, before he bent down to pick up his sister. An arm went underneath her knees and another steadied her in his hold. Jazz was limp, clutching tightly onto him, almost clawing at his skin as she continued crying. Danny calmly lifted her and then floated out of the room, where Dan and Dani were already waiting, eyes drawn to the still figure in his arms.

Immediately, their expressions changed, pupils sharpening at the sight of their big sister.

Danny gestured behind him. “Spectra’s still in there.”

Dan immediately darted off without another word. The door shut behind them and screams erupted before Danny moved Jazz away from the shrieks of pain. Her robes trailed behind them but Danny ignored it, adjusting his hold on Jazz as he left Spectra to her fate.

Dani followed them, carefully playing a hand on Jazz’s hip to test her reaction. Her soft cries had stopped, but she was as responsive as a block of wood.

“Jazz?” She called. “You alright?”

Jazz shook her head, burying her face into Danny’s shoulder as her arms squeezed tighter, almost choking in its tightness and grip. Danny hummed and said, “Let’s get her home first. She surrendered, so make sure to tell everyone that. Dani, can you also… uh, tell everyone else to go? Try and tell them that the cult is disbanded.”

Jazz whimpered.

Danny stroked her back and then said again, “Go, Dani.”

Dani scowled, but did as he said. Danny then went home, ignoring anything and everything in his path. Sam and Tucker, thankfully, did not say a word at the sight of Jazz in his arms and only directed everyone away from them both.

Danny finally entered Jazz’s room and placed her on her bed.

She turned to the side, away from him, curled up slightly in her pretentious, extravagant robes. They scattered around her in sparkly hues that looked distressing when contrasted against her pale expression and somber mood.

Danny stared at her.

She didn’t move.

Danny said softly, “You don’t have to tell me anything now… but you should know that we’ll have to talk later. But Jazz, also know this. No matter what you say, you know that we’re on your side. I’m on your side. No matter what, I— we’ll protect you.”

Jazz’s voice was weak. “I wanted to protect you.”

“I know. You’ve always protected me. But I’m 18 now, Jazz. I’m an adult. When I was 16, I was an adult in the eyes of the Infinite Realms too. I’m releasing you from the throne, Jazz. From now on, I’ll take on your burdens, like how you did for me.”

Jazz could only repeat, “I wanted to protect you.”

Patiently, Danny said, “I know. It’s my turn to protect you now. Rest up. We’ll definitely talk later, okay?”

She was silent.

"Unless you want to talk to me now? Why did you start all of this, Jazz?"

Jazz shifted and Danny waited, sensing her desire to speak.

“…. I’ve been having dreams lately.”

Danny paused and tilted his head. “What kind of dreams?”

He had to wait for her to speak again, as if she was unsure and afraid.

When she spoke, her tone was softer than ever, almost a whisper.

“……. Dreams of a boy. He protected me. He saved me and Dani. Sp-Spectra… she talked about him to me. About him and you. She told me that… she told me that you would’ve wanted me to do these things. I only wanted to protect you.”

Her voice cracked and her words wobbled. She curled up further, almost a ball now.

Danny was quiet. He thought of Jazz’s first year as Queen and that faithful night where a boy had saved her and Dani.

The memories began to return, like a flood from an open gate.

He winced as his head spun from new memories.

Danny began to recall that boy who had stayed with them for only 6 months before he left the Ghost Zone after being revived, devastating Jazz. Clockwork had sealed up their memories of him, but had Spectra manipulated Jazz in the wake of her memories returning?

“I see. Anything else?”

".... I did it all for you, Danny. Everything."

Danny closed his eyes.

When he had been young and childish, he had hated Jazz's stifling attention, the way she smothered him and treated him like he was a child, like he wasn't worthy of standing next to her.

As he grew older, he began to see things her way and gained a new appreciation for the ways she had protected him. Even when he had been alone for two years in the human world, finishing his high school education and growing up into an adult, he hadn't realized just how much she had protected him until he had lived on his own.

He sighed. "I know."

He stared at her still form before he said, "I love you."

His face couldn't help but flush.

He felt embarrassed for being so mushy, but Jazz was his big sister and she needed the comfort. She needed to know that he loved her.

No matter whatever lies Spectra fed to Jazz to make her do all of this, he needed her to know that he would back her up, no questions asked.

He would make sure that she would not be punished or treated differently for her reign. Like she always did for him, he would clean up after her mistakes and let her know better privately, so she could learn from her failures while knowing that he would remain by her side.

Just like what she always did for him.

Jazz did not say anything in response to his words and Danny awkwardly continued, "Do you want anything?"

"I want Robin," Jazz said immediately. Her voice jumped from her blurting out her words so fast. Then she abruptly fell silent, her face still turned away as her body went stiff.

Danny did not know what to say.

Robin had been a 15 year old boy.

He would be 19 now.

He was most definitely not Robin anymore. He was alive now. Different. Not the way he used to be, laughing loudly as he teased all of the Phantoms, staying by Jazz's side as she worked through the paperwork given to her, escorting Jazz to her many events as Queen, and playing around with them all when they were still just kids, carefree and happy.

Robin would probably never come back.

He couldn't come back. Not unless he died again, and even then, he would never be the boy that cared so much about others.

Danny swallowed around the lump in his throat and patted Jazz's hip again. He decided to ignore what she said, knowing that she hadn't truly intended to say it aloud. “Want me to call someone to help you out of your clothes?”

“… I want Dani to help.”

He was a little relieved to be moving on from this uncomfortable atmosphere. “Dani? Got it. I’ll call her in a little bit. Rest. You won’t get in trouble for any of this, I’ll make sure of it.”

At those last words, Jazz whimpered and then turned her head before she started crying again into her bedsheets. Danny was a tad surprised that she still had the hydration needed to cry, but he waved away his thoughts as her soft sobs and bitten off whimpers only made his heart twist even further in his chest. He had an extremely strong urge to sink his fangs into Spectra’s throat and rip out her voice box.

He would settle with knowing that Dan was already torturing her within every inch of her afterlife.

Danny reached over to stroke Jazz’s hair as her body trembled from the force of her tears.

Eventually, she fell into an uneasy sleep, stains on the silk sheets underneath her face. Danny moved her off of her tear stains and then called for Dani, who quickly arrived and moved past him into the room to help Jazz out of her ceremonial robes.

Danny left the room and was immediately caught by Dan, who was covered in green ectoplasm. His expression was stone cold, but there was a dark satisfaction in his eyes.

Sometimes, Danny could not stand even looking at Dan, but no matter what, they were technically the same person. One of the few things they could agree on was Jazz’s safety and happiness.

“Is she alive?” Danny asked. His tone was so venomous that it even surprised himself.

Dan huffed, “Of course. I’m not stupid. She has to be alive for us to blame everything on her.”

Danny snorted coldly. “Good. Jazz is…. not doing great. I’m not sure what happened, but Spectra was manipulating her by using my name and… Robin’s name.”

He inwardly grimaced a little at the thought of him. Danny remembered thinking he was cool and awesome, but he was probably different now, wasn’t he?

Not to mention…

(Danny couldn’t help but blame him too for Jazz’s current state of mind.)

Dan’s next words surprised him.

“Robin? That brat who hung off of Jazz for half a year before being revived?“

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You remember him? I only just recalled his existence moments ago.”

Dan shrugged carelessly. “I didn’t care enough for Clockwork to seal my memories of him."

Danny scowled and shook his head in frustration. “Everything is so complicated. We’ll have to talk to the Observants, then Clockwork, I’ll have to interrogate Spectra myself, then I have to take down the cult and talk to the citizens and then I have to prepare for the coronation, not to mention, we all have to talk to Jazz and help her and—“

“Ugh, shut up!” Dan snarled and Danny scowled at him. He sneered before he crossed his arms and said, “What the hell do you think we’re here for? You have your loser friends, don’t you? They must have some use to them. Use them and let’s get all of this solved so we can help Jazz and take the burdens off of her shoulders. She’s dealt with enough in this shitty Ghost Zone.“

Danny rolled his eyes.

Why was his entire family so weird and fucked up?

He said, “Fine. We have to get this done. For Jazz’s sake.”

Dan huffed and repeated, “Fine. I’ll talk to the Observants about what happened and make sure that Spectra is blamed for Jazz’s actions.”

Danny sighed deeply. “Don’t kill them. The last time you killed one, Jazz had to apologize to them.”

Dan sneered again and crossed his arms.

“The things I do for her…” Dan mumbled to himself in disgust, but he shook his head and then floated off.

Danny watched him go before he similarly shook his head to wave away the thoughts in his brain.

He began the trip to see his friends and ask for their assistance. His speed grew with his urgency, hoping to finish up quickly so he could go back to Jazz.

He had a sister to comfort and a coronation to get to. Hopefully, she would feel better to talk soon, because they needed to plan.

It was time for him to take back the throne and become the rightful Ghost King.

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Me when I tell someone that it'll take a while to finish the cult one-shot and it comes out less than a day later: 🤥

I’m obsessed with siblings who are codependent. Siblings who depend on each other and have each other’s backs no matter what, siblings who will kill and die for each other, oooooooh I’m literally deranged.

Angst to me should be very vulnerable. I do love making Jazz cry, sorry not sorry.

Small essay on Danny and Jazz’s relationship: I’ve always found it interesting how Danny treated Jazz in the show. Like idk about you, but while Jazz can be annoying and seen as a know-it-all, with the way Sam and Danny treat her, it’s almost like she’s the most annoying person in existence. I can guess various reasons why, but it’ll be too long so wtv. That is why when I write in Danny’s POV, he acts like a brat around her and is the only one to see her flaws, but ultimately, he is extremely protective over her and depends on her for support and familial love. Jazz’s relationship with Danny is inspired by Supernatural’s Sam and Dean, Demon Slayer’s Nezuko and Tanjirou, Fullmetal Alchemist’s Edward and Alfonso, my own preferences, and most importantly, the Christmas episode ‘the Fright Before Christmas’ where Jazz protects Danny as their parents argue. Jazz is very much parentified and the only one that Danny trusts in his household and vice versa. As such, both Jazz and Danny are extremely codependent and protective of each other, but while Danny is nonchalant ab it, Jazz is extremely chalant ab it. Danny gets embarrassed about being a sister’s boy, but if push comes to shove, he would destroy the entire world and become Dan 2.0 if she ever died, no questions asked.

Why is Jazz lowkey obsessed with Robin? In my hcs, Jason left the Elsewhereness/heaven in order to go back to Bruce. While he explored the Infinite Realms, he saved Jazz and Dani. Bc Jazz basically fell in love at first sight, the two spent a lot of time together and Jason helped her in her duties for the next 6 months. When he was revived, he left her behind (and forgot her) and bc Jazz was so distressed, Clockwork sealed up all memories of Jason. Jazz had just started remembering him and Spectra manipulated her feelings about him and Danny to do her bidding, so her obsession/love is more amplified than normal.

Did the mention of Jason surprise you all? :3 I do love combining AUs and ideas together. I feel like my version of DPxDC canon is confusing (even to me) so if you have any questions, ask away bc I’d love to answer them and organize my thoughts :D

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⊹₊⟡⭒˚.⋆ " 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋"

pairing ~ thanos / choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings ~ 18+ minors dni, dirty talk, phone sex, praising, masturbation, thanos wants that cookie so effing bad, oral (both receiving), facial, mentions of drug consumption, dom!thanos & sub!reader

summary ~ a facetime call between you and your bestfriend escalates into more when you start reminiscing about past occurrences

wc ~ 2.8k

a/n ~ hii babies! i've seen all your requests and i'm so excited to write them for you, so please be patient and i promise i'll get to all of them! i'm currently posting all my drafts so enjoyy this longgg thanos smut cause he's sexy asf >.< and all my rauw girlies recognize this title :3 rmb to eat and drink ur water babies!

your phone continuously buzzed as the facetime notification lit up the screen, the name "su-bong" appearing. you had just gotten out of the shower and it was no surprise that your bestfriend was already calling you, most likely checking your location and seeing you were home.

you wasted no time in answering the phone, setting it up on the counter. su-bongs face appeared on the screen. his purple hair was in its usual messy state and a goofy smile adorned his face. "heyyy señorita" he says in a sing-song voice, and you immediately cringe at the nickname. "ew su-bong. you need to cut that out." you say, applying a bit of moisturizer on your face. he shrugs as he takes a hit of his vape, fixing his position so his head is resting on his arm whilst his other hand holds the phone.

minutes felt like hours as he rambled about some pills namgyu had given him while you were getting into bed, your eyes rolling at his boring choice of topic for a conversation. "i don't even know why you still take those pills. they're so wack." you say, pulling the sheets over your body and settling your head down on your pillow. "that's not what you thought the last time we took them." he says in a matter-of-fact tone, and you knew exactly what he was implying. "your point being?" you ask, pretending to be clueless. you knew you had to talk about it at some point; that one night su-bong invited you over.

it was a windy and cold friday night in seoul, and the walk back to your apartment had you wishing the ground would eat you alive from how stressed you were. having just gotten out of work after taking an extra shift for your "sick" co-worker, you picked up your phone and called su-bong, knowing that he knew just how to make you feel better.

the phone rang once and he immediately picked up. you put the phone to your ear, being unable to control the smile taking over your lips. "hey thanos. you awake?" you ask, using the nickname you gave him when he decided to drunkenly dye his hair purple. he lets out a low laugh, exhaling whatever he was smoking before answering. "yeah, you gonna come over?" he asks, and your answer comes out of your mouth before you can even think about it. "on my way."

upon arriving at su-bongs apartment, he was already trying to convince you to take something with him. you slid your jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the ground. you sighed as you sat on the couch, mentally thanking su-bong for wasting so much money on what was probably one of the softest couches you've ever sat on.

"come onnnn it'll be fun. please?" he begged, eagerly sitting down next to you. you allowed his request to enter your mind. you probably just needed a nap but who makes rational decisions when they're stressed? nobody..right?

"i don't know su, i feel so tired and stressed and everything is just so much." you say. he sighs as he takes off his necklace, opening the cross and showing you the pills. "please?" he pleads. you stare silently before he speaks again. "i promise it'll relieve your stress. just do this with me." you stare at him before nodding slowly, a teethy smile appearing on his face. "good choice baby. here, pick one." he says, offering the open cross to you.

you pick up a pink pill, heart racing as you look back up at su-bong. he pops a blue pill into his mouth, sending you an encouraging nod so you'd do the same. you place the pill on your tongue, thinking your heart would shoot out of your chest from how hard it was pounding as you swallowed. "now sit back and enjoy it." su-bong says, and you turn your head to look at him.

a wave of heat washed through your body as you analyzed his face. his head was resting on the back of the couch, his lips were slightly parted, heavy breaths leaving them. his eyes were closed as he manspread, resting his hands on his lap. you couldn't brush off every thought that was coming to your mind as your eyes trailed down to his lap, suddenly feeling hot inside. this had to be the drug taking its effect, right? sure you always found su-bong attractive, but he was your best friend. he was your best friend who you practically had to babysit because of his stupid actions, your best friend who defended you against your high school bully, min-ji, your best friend who was constantly throwing hints at you and you never even noticed.

"su-bong." you quietly called out to him. he let out a low hum as he opened his eyes, turning his head to look at you. whatever you did next you'll forever blame on the pill. you lunged forward, grabbing onto his face and pressing your lips on his. su-bongs eyes widened as his hands flew to your hips. he closed his eyes, and you felt him smile as he kissed you back. your mouths slowly moved in sync as you sat back, your hands resting on his shoulders. su-bong softly bit on your bottom lip, taking an opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when you let out a low moan. your tongues slowly wrestled together and you felt yourself get soaked with arousal. his hands massaged your hips and he broke the kiss, his pretty eyes staring into yours. you slowly look down and between you, a raging boner peeking out of his pajama pants. your body suddenly felt hot and sweaty, your name leaving his lips in a quiet whisper. you pushed him back slightly and your hands trembled as you grabbed the hem of your shirt. su-bong stared into your chest as you slowly slid your shirt off, eyes dark with lust and pupils blown from the drug. he got on his knees, eyes never leaving your chest. you reached behind your back and un-did the clasp of your bra, letting the material slowly slide off your body and onto your lap.

su-bong thought he was in heaven given the sight in front of him. you quickly threw your bra aside and su-bong lunged forward, lips latching onto your neck and his hands on your breasts. you let out a soft moan when you felt him leave little marks on your neck, his head moving lower with every kiss. "fuuuck baby, never thought i'd see these in front of me like this." he whispered. your hands went to his head, massaging his scalp as he slowly latched his mouth on your left nipple, sucking and licking the soft nub. your eyes squeezed shut, the sensation feeling way stronger due to the drug.

he moved to your other nipple, tugging it softly with his teeth then sucking. "o-oh fuck don't stop su." you managed to whimper out, your underwear damp with your arousal. su-bong let out a low laugh as he moved lower, hands fumbling with the button on your pants. "relax pretty, we haven't gotten to the best part yet." he teased, a goofy smile plastered on his face. you breathed heavily as you watched him pull your pants and panties off in one swift motion, a loud gasp leaving you when his mouth latched onto your clit.

his hands snaked under your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he harshly sucked and licked at your clit. "oh god su-bong don't stop." you moaned, hands flying to his hair and tugging at the purple strands. he groaned into your pussy, tongue moving up and down collecting your wetness. "fuck you taste so fucking good." he groaned, tongue plunging in and out of your hole. tears filled your vision as you legs shook violently with pleasure. you threw your head back when you felt him spit on your clit, his lips suckling and licking the wet bud. "pussy tastes so good baby, fuck. can't get enough." you moaned at his words, your hands massaging his scalp as he lifted his head. su-bongs chin was covered in your wetness, his lips dripping with your sweet honey.

"m'close." you moaned, biting your lip at the sight of your best friend eating you out. he hurriedly flicked his tongue from side to side at your statement, keeping his pattern of focusing on both your hole and clit consistent. you felt your abdomen tighten, his living room flooding with your moans and your back arching off the couch.. he moaned and groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. and then, you felt it. the coil in your stomach snapped and you choked on your moans as a wave of pleasure overtook your body, eyes squeezing shut and tears slipping out of them. su-bongs tongue moved rapidly across your pussy as you rode out your high, legs shaking violently and your hips bucking into his face.

you swallowed thickly as you looked down, pussy drenched in your arousal and su-bongs saliva. he licked his lips as he stood up, closing your legs and pulling you into a heated kiss, his hands massaging your thighs. your hands snaked down his boxers, gasping into the kiss when your thumb massaged his leaking tip. su-bong broke the kiss to pull his pajama pants down, cock springing free. you stood up and pushed him onto the couch, watching him manspread as you got on your knees. you spit on your hand, bringing it to his pulsing cock. you wrapped your hand around it and slowly pumped up and down, his angry tip oozing out pre-cum at the action. "yes baby fuck, just like that." he groaned. you smiled up at him, your eyes giving him the "fuck me" stare as you wrapped your lips around his tip. he inhaled sharply at the action, his hand making a makeshift ponytail for your hair. you sucked on his tip softly, watching how his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

"keep going baby, atta girl." he moaned. you slowly enveloped him into your mouth, holding back gags as your nose hit his pubes. you moved your mouth back up to his tip, sticking your tongue out and kitten-licking his tip. "you're such a good girl baby, fuck. who knew you suck dick so good." he groaned, his head falling back and he pushed your head back down onto his cock. the living room filled with gags and chokes as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue licking the underside of his cock in the process. your name left his lips in hurried breaths as you sucked on his cock hungrily, his salty taste becoming addicting. your left hand moved to grab his balls while your right hand wrapped around his base, pumping in sync with your mouth.

"fucking hell." he inhaled sharply and he hurriedly pulled you off his cock, his hand harshly tugging your head back by your hair. "stick your tongue out for me baby." he grunted as he pumped his cock in front of your face, watching you stick your tongue out. "such a good fucking slut. look at you on your knees for me." he groaned, taking in your sweaty and fucked-out form. hot spurts of cum shot out of his tip, coating your face in his milky release. you smiled as you swallowed the cum that landed on your tongue, a low whimper of your name leaving his lips.

you heard some rustling and su-bong came back with a wet cloth, wiping his cum off your face. you opened your eyes and stared at each other before erupting into a fit of laughter, the aftermath of what you just did processing in your mind. he lifted you up off the floor and onto the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pushing your naked, sweaty body into his side. you laid there together, fingers intertwined and breathing in sync, basking in the afterglow of the intimate moment you just shared, the drugs effect still heavy in your system.

"you remember, right?" su-bong asked, pulling you out of your trance and back to the call. "y-yeah i remember. how could i not." you laughed, feeling the same warm wave of pleasure wash through your body. "i miss it, you know." he said, inhaling sharply after taking a hit of his vape. "you miss what?" you ask. you knew exactly what he was talking about, you just wanted to hear him say it. the night haunted you every single day afterwards, flashbacks of the way he sucked feverishly on your clit, or how sexy he looked with his eyebrows furrowed while you sucked on his cock replaying in your mind. you had avoided him for a week due to those flashbacks, not being able to bring yourself to respond to any of his texts or calls.

"that night." he finally responds. you nod slowly in agreement, pulling the sheets off your body due to the heat you felt. "i miss it too, su." you say, studying his face on your screen. he pauses, a comfortable silence taking over the call, before he speaks again. "can i show you how much i miss it?" he asks, a knowing grin plastered on his face. a blush consumes your cheeks and your speechless, his question catching you off guard. su-bong smirks proudly at the fact he gets you flustered so easily. "don't get all shy on me now baby. you were so hungry for this cock just last week!" he teases. "shut up!" you exclaim, the redness on your face becoming more evident. with a new boost of confidence and a pool of arousal in your panties, you sit up on your bed and lift your shirt, flashing him. a giggle leaves your lips as you pull your shirt back down, watching su-bongs face go from cocky to flustered. he groans before pointing the camera to a lower angle, his cock appearing on the screen. precum oozed from his tip, his face contorted in pleasure in the background as he stroked himself.

"c'mon baby don't leave me hanging now, show me something." he groans, pumping his cock at a slow pace. you bit your lip at his words, your mind clouded with lust. placing your phone down on your blankets, you slid your pajama pants and panties down your legs. your anxiety reached a new height as you grabbed your phone, spreading your legs and showing him the pretty sight between them. su-bong sharply inhales at the sight on his screen, pumping his cock faster. your pussy glistened with arousal, your pretty hole practically oozing with your wetness.

"touch yourself for me." he grunts, and you immediately obey, sliding your hands between your legs. your warm fingers circle your clit and you gasp, the action sending shocks of pleasure through your body. "just like that baby fuuuuck, good girl." he moans. "go lower." and once again, you obey. moving your fingers lower and lower until your middle finger is prodding at your soaked entrance. you push your finger in, back arching at the intrusion. su-bongs cock makes wet noises as he pumps himself faster, whimpers of your name leaving his lips. "feels so good, su." you moan, adding your ring finger and pumping them in and out of you slowly. "i know baby- fuck you're such a good slut for me." he moans. you match his pace as you pump your fingers faster, your moans echoing off the walls in your room. "su- fuck feels so good. i'm so close." you moan, your back arching off the bed.

"cum with me." he moans, watching how your creamy arousal oozes out of your hole. "f-fuck yes." you gasp, watching his face in the background as he stares at your pussy on his screen. su-bong groans loudly as he spills himself onto his hand, strings of cum coating it. you whine at the sight. the barrier in your abdomen snapping and a wave of hot pleasure coursing over your entire body. you rode out your orgasms together, bodies covered in sweat. slowly, you pulled your fingers out of your sensitive hole, and su-bong couldn't help but watch how pretty your pussy looked covered in your creamy release. you brought the camera to your face, sucking your own slick off your fingers. "don't do that baby. don't think i can go another round right now." he groaned playfully. you giggled as you got up, grabbing a new pair of panties and getting dressed again. when you came back from the bathroom after washing your hands, su-bong had his phone propped up on his bathroom counter, washing his own hands. you watched him quietly, a smile on your face as you got into your bed, pulling your sheets over your body.

moments of the call replayed in your head as you tried to sleep, a rush of excitement lingering in your heart. you knew this wouldn't be the last time this would happen, given su-bongs flirty and persistent personality (and how desperate he is for your attention). but you had to admit you were content with the fact that he desired you so badly, and deep down you knew you needed him just as much.

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i wish you would write an outtake from what are your intentions where tommy tries to explain that he was sooooo confused by eddie and buck and eddieandbuck at first and it made him feel insane

(for the "i wish you would write" game)

i miss these boys! but here's something that could have happened in what are your intentions? this would probably be set during chapter 11. you don't have to have read the story for it to make sense.

notes: established relationship bucktommy; tommy pov complete; 1.4k; rated cute for cute

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It happens once in a while, that their days off are on an actual weekend, and those feel weirdly special to Tommy. He's participating in something… normal: it's 9 AM and he's lying in bed with his boyfriend, their limbs tangled into some mess that's not spooning as much as thrown in the cutlery drawer. Evan's legs are so long and they like to wind around Tommy's like a pair of vines; every shift that tightens makes him laugh. Their hands are linked on top of the covers and they've got nowhere to be. This is as close to perfect as life can get. 

So of course, his brain thinks of Eddie. 

It seems wild now, about six months into their relationship, that Tommy ever thought Eddie and Evan had something going on, because they're just… Eddie-and-Evan. Once Evan kissed him that first time, it felt like that question was answered and that door was shut. But that kiss was so… 

"Can I ask you something weird?"

"You promise?" Evan asks.

"Promise what?"

"That it'll be weird."

Tommy bites his shoulder. "Now your expectations are too high, so kick them back down a little, huh?" Evan shrugs and pushes back against Tommy's chest. "That time with the basketball game, when you messed up Eddie's ankle, and I came to talk to you after—"

"You mean our first kiss," Evan croons, dripping with sap and affection. 

"Yeah, yeah, I guess." Tommy kisses his shoulder like he's making a point. "Actually, even before that, when I was hanging out with Eddie but not you, I kept thinking: did you guys ever…"

"Ever…"

Tommy takes their joined hands and pats Evan's dick through the covers. Evan bursts out laughing.

"What? That's how you ask?"

"I'm trying to deflect from the fact that it's a dumb question!"

Evan glances over his shoulder. "You think it's dumb?"

Tommy makes a face and makes sure he can see it. "Yeah, now I do, but when I first met Eddie and I didn't know you, I wondered if the two of you…"

Evan shakes his head. "No. It's Eddie."

"He's a good-looking guy and you really were a dense-as-hell bisexual if it never occurred to you. Seriously? No guy crush or drunken—"

"It's Eddie."

"Yeah, exactly! You guys are joined at the hip and when it was just me and him—"

"Joined at the hip, not joined at the dick. It's Eddie." Evan's quiet for a second, like he's thinking. "I think Chim or Hen made fun of me when he first joined because I was really jealous of him and how cool he was, and he'd been in the army. Then on one of our first shifts, we extracted a live grenade that a dude had in his thigh? And—"

"You what."

"Okay, maybe now it sounds like how I acted when I first met you, less jealousy and more acting like an idiot, but—"

"No, the live grenade. It was where?"

Evan turns around. "It was in a dude's thigh. It was a collectible, but then it turned out it was a live round inside."

"And you survived?"

"We did! Eddie was so cool. He extracted it, right, and put it in one of those black boxes. The guy had a ton of blood loss so we got him out, got out of the ambulance, and then when the bomb squad sent in their robot, the whole ambulance blew up. And then that was it. Jealousy over, we were friends." Evan turns his head again. "Did you think we were together or something?"

"Hold on, I'm processing the live grenade thing. It blew up an ambulance. What the hell is your life?"

"Not the weirdest thing that ever happened to me."

"I'm so, so aware of that."

Evan nudges his elbow into Tommy's stomach. "What'd you think of me and Eddie?"

"So… you've gotta remember, okay? I walk around the world with a pair of big gay goggles that are invisibly welded to my head and they never come off, so… I was hanging out with Eddie and he was always talking about you! Always saying how much he loved you, you were his best friend, Christopher loved you, telling me you were so lovable, you were just the best guy in the world, and then Chris couldn't stop talking about you and he loved you so, you know."

"Huh."

Tommy unwraps himself from Evan's legs and sits up on his heels. "But that's the thing, he was so straight about it and—I can't explain it! All these gay things were coming out of his mouth, but all the vibes were like, even when I'm peeing I actively try not to think about my dick too much. I didn't get it. I still don't! And then Lucy compared you guys to the raptors in Jurassic Park, and how he was the bait but you were the clever girl about to jump me."

Evan laughs and tilts his head on the pillow, looking coy. "Really? I don't even know what that means."

"It made sense when I was insane, and I was completely insane. I wasn't even jealous, just confused!" Tommy huffs. "Confused and seriously horny when I got to your place to talk, but I didn't know!"

"Did you have to know?" Evan asks.

It rushes out of Tommy before he has time to think about it: "I mean, yeah. You two are pretty big guys, like, you could still punch me in the face if I read you wrong and hit on you. Not that you would, either of you, but." Evan reaches for his hand and Tommy half-smiles. "The gay goggles, right? They do more than set off awooga sirens when a hot guy walks by. You've gotta be sure about that stuff."

"Is that why you didn't call me?" Evan asks. "About getting a beer after we met up at Harbor and you abandoned me for Eddie?"

"Well. Yeah, kinda. I figured if this straight guy wants to hang out again, we'll hang out again. But if I ask you out—"

"You could have asked, though. Hanging out, just friends?"

Tommy takes a deep breath. "Even then, I think I knew I couldn't ask you out like that. Platonically. So I wanted to be sure. And you kept looking at me like you didn't want to be "just" friends, so—" Tommy groans and shifts around again so he's sitting cross legged on the bed. "Do you see what I mean? You drive me insane."

Evan reaches out and touches his chin, thumb in his cleft. "I love you. You're really sweet and completely insane."

"Obviously I'm fine now. Don't give me that look." 

Evan drags him back down to the bed. He tangles his legs with Tommy's again. This time they're facing each other, the better for Evan to wrap his arms around Tommy's back and kiss him, ensnare him forever. "Was that weird enough for you?" Tommy asks between kisses. 

"Getting there, but I've got a high tolerance," Evan says with a grin. "It's funny, though, you say those things—lots of people have said that about me and Eddie—but, I don't know. Literally never a thought in my head. Even when I used to go out with him and Chris and people would act like I'm also Chris's dad, I'd feel like: hey, they think I'm a dad, that's so cool. Not the Eddie part."

"So that's no to Eddie, yes to baby, got it." 

They freeze, suddenly, because that's—not a thing they've talked about—and maybe it's way too early to talk about—

"Can I ask you something really scary?" Evan asks quietly. "Can we put that question in a black box for a little bit and check it out later?"

"Leave it for when we've got our tactical gear and a bomb robot? Yeah, absolutely. I haven't even had coffee."

"We haven't even had coffee," Evan whines. "Let's go have coffee."

"Hey." Tommy holds him closer and kisses him. "I'll wait, okay? No rush."

Evan stares at him and nods slowly. "Yeah." When he kisses Tommy again, it's sure, not scared or worried. Confident, again. "We're not going anywhere." Tommy agrees, kisses him again, and stays. He loves him and he stays. 

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[loveafterdeath-if]

Update (more like me rambling than an actual update, tbh)

Hope y'all are doing alright! I saw my inbox filled with asks and kind words (y'all are the best, as always), and I'll start answering everything once I wrap up Chap 2, Part 2. I want to focus fully on writing so I can get you the whole chapter before March at least, haha.

I'm gonna start correcting what I've written so far to avoid ending up with 100k words to fix all at once. We're about 50% through Chap 2, Part 2 (38k words, but it'll probably hit 40k with corrections). There are branches that have messed with my brain because I wanted to include scenes for each RO, but I don't regret it. I love games with lots of replayability (is that how we say it?), so I want mine to offer that too.

Chap 2, Part 2 will have a ton of branches for each RO, plus the option if you're not pursuing anyone, so it might take a while to get that full chapter out. I honestly don't know how other authors keep track of so many branches! I've always respected them as a reader/player, but being the one writing makes me wanna hand my future kids over to those incredible authors…

On top of that, I'm dealing with another issue. I've been writing so much that I think I'm slowly slipping into that "They gaze at her and say," "They take the paper and it falls" vibe (is that even a thing? Idk). You know, the kind of writing with no real description. I find myself double-checking everything to make sure the descriptions are 'good,' and I think I'll just play some IFs when I got time, to help me regain my groove without turning phrases all weird (I hate reading books, that's why I'm gonna play IFs). This is making me slow down a bit.

I've been pushing myself to write at least 4-5k words each day for the past 3 (4?) months, and I think I shouldn’t have done that. I'm putting pressure on myself without even realizing it. It's only when I end up with 'only' 3k words that I start feeling upset and push through to hit minimum 4k. I'm feeling good for now and don't mind writing that much, but I really don't want to wake up one day and boom—burnout. A Ko-fi member and some folks in my inbox have kindly reminded me to take breaks and take my time, so I think I'll slow down a bit. Like, maybe aim for 3k words?

I've been writing for years, (started on Wattpad in French, and yeah, it was… something) so no worries about the game going on hiatus or anything. I love writing, especially interactive stuff—so basically IFs, haha. Just wanted to keep you in the loop!

Anyway, this ended up way longer than I intended. Stay safe, don't forget to eat your greens, stay hydrated, and all that! <3

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - VII

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: mutual pining, fake dating trope, only one bed trope, nsfw, virgin!reader, virgin!Shoji, use of his quirk, mentions of scars, size difference, mentions of oral (fem receiving), heavy petting, angst, fluff

The night hours began to tick by as tried to wind down, doom scrolling on your phone. Every so often, your eyes would flick to the floor to the left of your bed- or more specifically, Shoji, still naked from the waist up, save for his mask. He laid on his back, having laid out his towel to rest on, also on his phone. You couldn't help but steal glances at his bare form, though it made you feel incredibly perverted. Your breath would hitch nearly every time he shifted, thinking he'd caught you for sure this time. He stayed none the wiser.

"Think I'll probably get some rest soon," he eventually said sitting up and stretching his muscles, twisting and popping his back. "Got maybe a blanket and pillow I can borrow?"

"Shoji..." your eyes softened at him, but you turned your gaze away before your words could capture his attention. "I'm not actually gonna make you sleep on the floor..."

"It was my idea, you aren't making me do anything." He persisted. "It's fine, really."

"Let me rephrase," you sighed, crossing your arms stubbornly. "I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor." You flashed a momentary smile, before realizing he was staring back and you glanced back at the wall, patting the spot beside you as you scooted over. "Get up here."

"I'm seriously good, (Y/N)," Shoji insisted, shaking his head. "The floor's actually pretty comfortable," he lied. "And if you don't have bedding to spare, I'll survive."

"Shoji," you warned, shooting him a glare. "Don't make me say it again." Sighing and giving in, he picked himself up off the floor, dusting himself off and scooping up the towel before draping it over the footboard. Hesitantly, he sat on the bed, legs still dangling. "Get under the covers, you'll weigh them down if you sleep on top." You said, swallowing at the way his body heat tickled your skin. Bashfully, he did so, lifting up the quilt and shimmying under it.

"Now, I think we should set some ground rules," you continued, trying not to let the lamp light show your red cheeks. "No cuddling, no touching, we sleep back to back, got it?"

"Right," he agreed, nodding and swallowing hard. "It'd be weird if that happened, considering we're not really dating."

"Yeah," you replied halfheartedly, rolling over as he did the same. You couldn't help but blush at the sensation of his bare spine against your clothed one. For a moment, you wondered if he'd notice if you lifted your shirt to feel his skin on yours. You promptly shook the idea out of your head when you noticed him trembling, lying stick straight.

"Shoji, is everything alright?" you asked, concerned, rolling back over and propping yourself up on an elbow.

"Yeah," he answers sheepishly. "It's kinda embarrassing." He chuckled.

"Tell me," you pressed, laying a hand on his forearm to see over his hulking form.

"My left arms fell asleep." he laughed nervously. "I'm not really used to sleeping on my side, I can usually only get comfortable sleeping on my back with my arms stretched out." He explains awkwardly. "I'm sure it'll be fine, though. If I get too uncomfortable, I'll go back to laying on the floor."

You felt terrible, you were so focused on your own comfort, that you forgot to take into account his. Of course, he wouldn't be able to sleep with his back to you, having three arms to lay on. "I'm so sorry, Shoji! I didn't even consider how your quirk must make mundane things difficult for you!" you worried, pawwing at his arm as he sat up with you. "I didn't mean to be so selfish!"

He waved you off, sctraching the back of his head, while trying not to fluster at your touch. "It's really okay, I totally understand. I guess I'm just built different," he laughed. "Literally."

"Maybe we should cuddle..." you suggested almost silently, twiddling your thumbs and staring at your lap.

"Hmm?" he hummed questioningly, glancing over and tilting his head.

"I-If we cuddle," you continued bashfully. "You can lay on your back and stretch out your arms, and I can lay on one of them." You explained. "Otherwise I could sleep with my head near your feet but..."

"Yeah let's not do that," Shoji joked. "But if you wanna cuddle we can..."

"I-it doesn't count though, it's not real, remember?" You said, more to reassure yourself than him.

"Right," he nodded, laying back as you pulled the cover back up. Once he was fully stretched out, you began to get comfy, snuggling up to his side. His top arms rested behind his head, his middle right supported yours, and middle left rested on his stomach along with bottom middle. The last one- the bottom left, snaked around your waist as his eyes fluttered shut, pulling you a bit closer with hand resting on your hip. Shoji could feel you become rigid under his fingertips, eyes snapping open and removing his hand. "S-Sorry, I-"

"I-It's okay," you interupted. "You can put it back..." To your relief, his hand crept back up to where it was before.

"This okay...?" he asked reluctantly, thumb ghosting circles over your pajama bottoms. You hummed in response with a nod. "Good," he replied sleepily. "I want you to feel good." Your head darted up to look at him, face entirely red. "I-I didn't mean anything weird! I mean like comfortable! I-i wanted to make sure you were comfrotable!"

Secretly, Shoji did want to make you feel good. Though it'd kill him to admit it, he was head over heels for you and was a victim to every emotion that came with that. Even the ones that left him pawing at himself in the dead of night, your name in whispers on the air around him. It was true that he had fallen for your kindness, power, and reckless care for others, but your evey thought left static on his skin.

It didn't help matters that you did not possess a single phyhsical attribute that Shoji disliked. He'd never consider himself as having a type, but if he did, you'd be the spitting image of it, and ervery good look he got at you reduced him to jelly. That's what landed him in this mess in the first place, an hour from home in borrowed clothes with a harsh sentance of detnetion surely awaiting his return. All you had to do was flash him that sugary sweet smile and bat your lashes and he was doomed.

"This is nice..." your voice shattered his thoughts and his attention returned to the present. "I wnder if it'll feel this nice when get to do it for real with someone."

A part of him wanted to lie and tell you it wouldn't feel nice with anyoen but him, irritated at the thought of someone else holding you, but he knew it'd be wrong. In the end, he compromised. "It probably will," she said sheepishly. "But one of the best parts of my quirk if that I give good hugs so..."

"You do give the best hugs..." you confirimed, voice tired and threatening to drift off.

"You know, if you ever want more hugs form me..." he trailed, unsure what he even planned to say. "Just ask..."

"As much as I love your hugs, Sho," you yawned, too lazy to even finish the last syllable of his name. "Think we should maybe spend some time apart when we get back."

Your noncahalant attitude about suggesting the two of you take a break from one another made his blood run cold and he couldn't keep his composure. "W-Why? Why would you want that?"

Your gaze shifted up to him questioningly. You'd hardly ever seen Shoji had strong emotions about anything so it unnerved you that he'd been so on edge all night. "What's with you?" you asked, perhaps a bit more accusitorily than you had to."

"What's with me?" He said, taken aback and confinscating his grasp on your hip, though if it was meant to be some sort of punishment or not, he couldn't decide. "What's with you?"

"Me?" You retorted, sitting up fully, officially offended.

"Yeah, you." He sassed back, also sitting up, towering over you, even hunched. "What, you just wanna go home and not be friends anymore or something? You know, for a fake relationship, this kinda sounds like a break up."

"A break up?!" you shouted in a hushed tone, so as not to wake your parents. "Shoji, we're not together! I just meant that someone has already probably started a rumor about us being gone together, if we cool it on spending time together, it might go away quicker!"

Swallowing hard, realizing he gravely misunderstood your intention, but still hurt, Shoji swung his legs over the edge of the bed, back facing you. "I still don't understand why you think I'd want that..." he trailed quietly, demeanor suddenly even tamer than usual.

"You wouldn't wanna nip a rumor that we were dating in the bud?" You asked skeptically. "You know how our classmates are, Shoji. We'd never hear the end of it."

"Not if it weren't a rumor..." he half confessed, peaking over his shoulder at you before glancing away.

You were befuddled and terribly confused. "What do you mean by that?"

He man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You drive me insane, you cannot possibly be this dense." His words cut you deeply, but you had no time to confront him as a pair of disembodied lips slithered over to you, doing the talking for his. "If you're embarrassed to be seen with me, you can just say that." He snapped, arms all crossed, save for the one that was tearing into you at the moment.

"S-Shoji, why would you think that?" you sstuttered out, tears welling in your eyes.

"Because at this point, you're the only one that this isn't real for. It's real to me, okay? "He sounded exhausted, voice hoarse anbd cracking with raw emotion. "You can't pretend not to know how I feel about you, it's so obvious."

You gulped, confused with heart racing. "Let's say for a moment that I don't..." you prod, hoping he'd shed light on things. An exhaserbated sigh came from him as he turned around to face you, dark and typically cold eyes glossy and over flowing with emotion.

"I'm obsessessed with you, (Y/N)." He stated, voice ragged like he'd run a marathon. "I'm head over heels for you and I always have been!"

"S-Shoji, I-" He didn't even give you a moment to respond, yanking his mask down in a fit of desperation, and crawling across the bed ot you, pressing his naked lips you yours at long last. You froze against him, rigid and unsure of what to do. Shoji had always been the special person you wanted to share your firsts with, but if you kissed him back this time, it would make it your first official kiss- was it the right time? The right place? Could you replay this moment forever in your head and feel fuzzy everytimne from it?

Reguardless, your body betrayed your rational thought, throat releasing a starved whimper as your lips smooshed against his with almost the same amount of need that he displayed. Eyes fluttering open, you were met with an unfirmiliar sight as you parted from him, panting. He did this same, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours, tension from hiding his feelings finally releasing with his exhale.

"I-I've never..." you began, stare glued to the bottom of his face. "I-I've never...seeen you without your mask before..." I admit quietly. Shoji's eyes blew wide as seperated from you the same way he had in the kitchen earlier, this time slapping a thick hand over his lips. He turned his back on you again, cursing himself for being so impulsive, all the while fumbling to stretch the fabric back over his chin.

Your hand found his forearm and you crawled closer hoping to comfort him. "I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." he stressed, wrestling his mask back on. "Fucking thing..." he muttered angrily.

"M-Mezo..." You murmured, hoping the sound of his given name would catch his attention. Luckily for you, it did. He froze, still facing the wall for fear of being perceived by you.

"Y-Yeah...?"

"Let me see you..." you plead, trying to pry him towards you, hands on his biceps.

"I-I can't," he mumbled, shrinking into himself. "You'll think I'm a freak, I-"

"Mezo," you said again, more sternly this time. "Please? How am I supposed to kiss lips I've never seen?" The idea of you wanting to kiss him again seemed to spark hope in him, but it wasn't quite enough to fully chip away at his conviction.

"You'll never want to kiss me again if you saw what I looked like." He argued weakly, fingers grazing over his face.

"I'm willing to take that risk." you reassured only to be met with a swift:

"Well, I'm not."

Sighing, you stood up, creeping over to his side of the bed, standing in front of him, looking as if he were holding his face together in his hands. Gently, you took him by the wrists, prying the modesty away form his features. Hesitently, he let you, looking up at you as if he were a child trusting you to fix a beloved toy.

Once you had him unveiled, your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. His lips were wide, wider than that of a typical looking person, forming what you'd imagined would be the biggest, most dazling smile. Decorating his lips was a myriad of scars, though you couldn't possibly guess what could have cause them and you didn't intend on asking. You gingerly ran the pad of your thumb over a few, noting that they were deep and raised. Lastly, teeth, you noticed, were perfectly straight and ivory white and even though there was hardly a soul alive that had seen them, it was obvious that Shoji took great pride in his oral hygeine.

"Say something..." he begged and you watched his lips move, entraced in his appearance.

"Mezo..." There was his name again, sending chills down his spine with the airy way it fell out of your mouth. "You're so beautiful..." you said, unblinking, admiration not wavering in the slightest.

He had half a mind to come up with some smart alick remark, but he hadn't the time as he felt your lips brush across his, pressence ghostly and barely there. A part of him still longed for the comfort and modesty of his mask, but he was putty in your hands and he knew it, there was no way he was getting away from you so easily after everything he'd said.

"T-Thank you..." he choked out between kisses so delicate they could hardly be called such at all.

"I know nothing could ever make you feel confident in your looks after what you've endured that lead you to hide it but for what it's worth," You soothed, still standing between his legs cradling his head in your hands as he sat in front of you. "You really are just so pretty, Sho..."

It was as if that word made something inside him snap, jumping up, towering over you and pinning you to the wall opposite him. His lips instantly found yours in a needy kiss as his arms scooped you up. "C'mere," he muttered against your mouth as a second pair of lips brushed against your nape, lost in your hair as it peppered kisses on the back of your neck.

"M-Mezo..." you whimpered between hungry kisses, writhing in his grasp.

"This is all your fault..." he sighed against you, not letting go of your kiss for anything. "I told you, you drive me insane," You couldn't help but let your head fall to the side as you moaned, giving his second mouth more real estate on your throat. "Now I'm all riled up and I can't contain myself..."

You had never in a million years imagined the words he was blessing you with. Sure, you'd fantasized about him in a sexual way, but you never pegged him for the verbal type, yet here he was. He'd always somehow had a knack for making you blush but with the way he spoke to you, so deserate, yet stern at the same time made your knees weak as they buckled from beneath you.

"Careful there, baby," he cooed, catching you, reflexes sharper than ever. "Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just because you can't stay standing." You didn't even have it in your to respond with proper words, simply groaning in his grasp. "What's the matter, baby?" He whispered, breath ragged against your face.

"M-Mezo..." you sighed, back threatening to slide down the wall if he weren't supporting you.

"I hear you," he grinned wickedly, pivoting backwards and laying you on the bed, looming over you. "Loud and clear." He studied your form, button up pajama shirt lifted up on your tummy, pink frilly duvet puffed around you. "Just let me take care of you, I've waited so damn long for this."

As soon as you nodded with permission, several pairs of disembodied lips descended upon you, sticking kisses to any exposed flesh they could find. One pair tickled your stomach with ghostly brushes, but never dared to ask for more real estate to work with. He wanted to give you the control, let you decide when and what you show him.

"Your skin's so soft," he murmured against it, though you were unsure where the voice had come from. "Can't wait to have it in my teeth."

His words flustered you infinitely further, nerves puppetting your arms up to sheild your face with your palms. "M-Mezo..." You whined again, unable to form little more than his name.

"I'm here," he replied, grounding you back into the moment as you zeroed in on where the words came from- his true mouth, above you, watching your writhe beneathe him. "Not going anywhere, I swear."

Your hands wiped down your face and sunk below your jawline, resting on your throat for a moment. You watched as he smirked, pearly teeth glistining in the moonlight that peeked through the window. "I'm afraid your gonna have to be patient if you want me to choke you," he teased, knowing well that that wasn't want was on your mind- well it was now, at least. "You'll get everything you want, I promise, just be patient for me, baby." He leaned back letting his lips press against your forehead.

"D-Don't patronize me..." you finally said, pouting as your fingers trailed beyond your collarbone and landed on the top button of your shirt.

"Oh, baby," he cooed, softening on his playfulness, realizing you were willing to share something special with him. "Do you wanna show me something?" You very timidly nodded before glancing to your right, embarrassed and having second thoughts already. That was until be began to dote on you, sealing your fate. "You're so generous, willing to share your body with me..." he sighed, lowering to his knees, still hovering over you, while scopping you up in his clamshell of an embrace. "I'll make sure to cherish it, however much or little you decide to give."

His words pulled on the strings of your desire, making you want to immediately strip fully, donating yourself to him, but you resisted. Trembling, your fingers worked your top button, spurred on by the gasp that escped his lips when the two sides of the attachment laid seperate against your sternum. One by one, they all came undone until your chest and stomach were one collumn of plush skin, framed by patterned cotton on either side. Your ribs heaved, rising and falling with anticipation for his reaction.

Shoji stared down at you with all the admiration of a devoted follower praying to a holy relic. He studied the way shadows and hightlights danced across your newly unvieled skin. "Say something..." you begged, just like he had earlier. "D-Don't just stare..."

"Theres nothing I could possibly say," he replied, making your heart sink, arms insticutally rising to protect your modesty. To your shock, your wrists were instantly pinned to either side of your head. "Don't hide from me, I wasn't finished." He warned softly, thumbs grazing over the veins that ran down your wrists. "Theres no words that could possibly begin to describe how you look right now but..." he paused, head dipping down to lay kisses on your ribs. "I'd die a happy man if I could spend the rest of my life staring at you until I could make some up."

You had never expected Shoji to be so elloquent. Everything he said or did made you feel like the only girl on the entire planet, you felt increadibly special here beneathe him. Your thoughts of his articulation, however, were shattered by the sensation of a long wet tongue slobbering a stripe from your belly button upwards, hooking under your right breast, tickling you in a terribly lewd manner. Your breath hitched and no amount of self control could have ever stifled the embarrasing moan that slipped into the air. "Me-Mezo!" You cried, overstimulated tears pricking your screwed shut eyes.

You could feel him chuckle against your skin as he sloppily made out with the crevice under your breast, teeth nashing against the curvature of it where most of the weight rested. To him, it was heaven or better, having your still partially obscured tit resting against his face, supple skin under his tongue. "Mezo..." you crooned, craning your neck upward, fruitlessly trying to find his gaze. "T-Touch them..." you granted permission, only to have him refuse your request, chuckling darkly.

"You gotta take it off for me if you want more than this," he teased, nuzzled into your ribcage. "I'm only workin' with what you give me, baby. Ball's in your court." With that, you promptly wiggled out of your shirt, tossing it in a direction you didnt care to look for, before laying back down, blushing at the way he ogled you as your breasts settled against your chest. "Shit..." his breath hitched as he stared hungrily at your nake torso.

"T-Touch me, please, Mezo?" you plead, batting your lashes up at him. His hands were on you in an instant- all of them. Fingers gripped your hips, carressed your ribs, kneaded your tits, touched you everywhere all at once. The delicious and foriegn stimuli overwhelmed your senses immediately, extracting strings of vulgarity from your vocal chords. Shoji revelled in your songs, eyes half lidded and full of desire as his digits tickled you in the best ways.

"Like that, pretty thing? Like my fuckin' hands all over you?" He smirked, drunk on the moment as his fists closed around any flesh they could find.

"Y-Yes, God, yes!" you cried, squirming under him, only to have him press a firm hand to your sternum to hold you still.

"Stop fucking moving," he commanded with an arroused and cracked laugh. "Let me look at you, baby." You froze at his words, desperate to do anything to get him to shower you in praise again. "Shit, so pretty..." he cooed, dipping down to trail kisses down your chest and tummy before two extra mouths appeared from the hands that girpped you moments ago. Before you had time to question, you gasped, back arched like a cat as you felt tongues and teeth enclose on your nipples simultateously.

"F-Fuck..!" you hissed, throwing your head back as tears bricked your eyes. "M-Mezo!"

"I know baby," he hushed, ghosting his lips over your gaped mouth, pressing a kiss to your bottom lip. "Shhhh, just relax, baby, let me suck on these pretty tits..." He soothed as your mind began to melt fromall the new feelings you were experiencing.

Your lip quivered as he continued to pepper it with kiss as he felt you up. For a moment, you elevted to suck it between your jaws, only to be stopped by Shoji. "Ah ah, better not..." he cooed, taking it into his teeth, nipping at it softly and pulling it towards him, chuckling darkly all the while.

The action sent chills down you spine and you began to wonder if he'd down this before. "M-Mezo...h-have..." you trail off, not only unsure if it was a question you wanted answered but also if you could form the words at all.

"Hmm?" He hummed in response, paying you hardly any mond as his kisses began to trail down your throat.

"H-Have you ever..." You began, only to be interupted.

"Never, you're my first, baby." He stated with reassuring firmness. "Never wanted anyone else, you should know better than that."

"I-I thought so..." you sighed, secretly relieved.

"That a problem, princess?" he murmured from the crook of your neck before draggin his tongue from your shoulder to your earlobe, which he nibbled when he reached it, pulling a sob from you.

"N-No!" you cried in an embarrasingly obsene manner. "Y-You just seem to know- ah!" You shuddered at his teeth on your ear. "J-Just what to do..."

"Thanks, baby," he smirked, hot breath in your ear as he spoke. "Unfortunately, I'm just a big pervert," he admitted in a low grumble, making you weak. "Read too much porn, ya know?"

"S-Shoji!" you shrieked, face heating infinitely further.

"What was that, princess?" he laughed, fingers crawling up to your throat as his fist closed around it increadibly gently. "Last name basis with my mouths on your tits? Cold..."

You thought you should pinch yourself. This had to be some sort of wet dream. You'd pinch yourself and wake up in your dorm, sweating with sticky thighs. None of this could be real. Your Shoji- a perv? A porn addict? No, it couldn't be possible. He was such a gentleman! He was kind and noble...and he currently had his hand around your delicate little throat.

"M-Mezo..." you corrected yourself. "I don't believe that..." You confessed shyly. "I can't, you're not a creep like that..."

"Oh, you're so wrong there," he cooed, his hips grinding against yours as he left bruises all over your shoulder and neck. "I'm a huge creep, for you specifially..."

Your head coninued to spin at his words, curious lust bubbling inside your tummy. "W-What...kind do you like?" You asked, barely above a whisper, wanting to take an interest in his desires.

"Of porn?" He asks, chuckling lightly as he raises back up to look at you. "Tentacle stuff, mostly." He admitted with a smirk. "Kinda obvious, I'd think. Just love the idea of taking someone from all different angles..." As if to prove his point, one of his spare hands left your skin, slitherng down your body, easing up as it reached your crotch, ghosting over your heat. "You want me to touch you, baby?"

"M-Mhm..." you nodded, mind plague with the image of Shoji in his room, in the dead of night, fucking into his fist, reading hentai of things that look like him desimating girls that look like you. Once again, he brings you back to the present with the sensation of a tongue pressed against your pajama shorts. Gasping, you tense beneath him, virgin body unaccustomed to the new feeling. "A-Ah!"

"Like that, pretty girl?" he asked, voice muffled as they moved against the fabric to talk..

"Y-You don't have to use that mouth to talk..." you pout, squirming under the cage that was his body.

"I know I don't," he replied, chuckling against you, the vibration making you cry out. "But it's so fun to see you wiggle around..."

"D-Don't toy with me, Sho..." you pout, looking up at him with sugary tears in your eyes. "Take 'em off..."

Unseen fingers hook around the hips of your shorts, threatening to inch them down before they halted, pulling them back up even m,ore securely with a gentle pat. "Nah, don't think you're ready." He teassed. "I know I'm a rookie at this stuff, but from what I've read, you're supposed to be begging me to eat this pretty cunt, and you're not so..."

You wanted to smack him, punch him, scold him for talking down to you as you shrunk into yourself. Reguardless, your need for him betrayed your pride. "P-Please...?" you choke out, humiliated tears threatening to spill down your red cheeks.

"Please what?" he grinned, eyeing you mischeviously.

"P-Please...eat me..."

"Eat you? Baby, thats called cannibalism and it's illegal in Japan." He responded, chuckling at your flustered frustration. Suddenly, to his suprise and delight, you reached forward, running your fingers through his tusseled, silvery hair, collecting fistfuls of it, before shoving his face between your legs.

"M-Mezo, just eat my pussy already, please!" You wept, unable to take anymore of his teasing. The look he gave in response would have sent you into cardiate arrest as his eyes darkened with desire. You jumped at the feeling of his teeth nicking your clit as the pulled the soiled fabric away.

"Don't have to tell me twice..."

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

MTL 18+

Who in atz do you think could be a mean dom? Full on mocking and teasing maybe maybe even some degradation (doesn’t have to include degradation)

In my opinion↓

I think woo, hwa, yeo, joong would be towards the top. gi imo would definitely be last he’s a big softy. Im not so confident about yun, gho, or san but id like to say they’re more towards the bottom.

•More•

Woo (what can I say🤷)

Hwa (he’ll be so sweet while ‘bullying’ you. prepping soft kisses while being so so mean ☹️)

Joong (again what can I say😗)

Yeo (ik ik he’s a sweetheart but hear me out. he thinks of himself as a doberman instead of a maltese is all I’m saying. think he has a lot more bite than he lets on)

Yun (I feel neutral about him idk.)

San (possibly can switch spots with gho)

Gho (possibly can switch spots with san)

Gi (I don’t think he’d enjoy degrading his s/o in any way shape or form. even without degradation I don’t think he’d be mean possibly afraid of hurting them or himself lol. meanest I could picture him being is him teasing you. calling you mean dirty things, mocking you etc nahhh I don’t see it tbh 🤷😗)

•Least•

How would you place them instead ?

This is the next ask to answer and omg what a doozy, what an absolute fkn (horny) doozy.

It's taken me weeks to complete this post because I keep thinking and changing my answers lol.

Disclaimer: This is all speculation and not to be taken for reality.

Who in Ateez Could Be a Mean Dom?

Most!

Jeong Yunho No 1!!!

Of course I'm going to put Yunho as the meanest dom in Ateez because firstly, he's the ONLY member of Ateez that's a 100% 'suit-wearing, lamorghini driving dilfy-ass' DOM!- all the rest of the members are switches.

Whilst he doesn't have the biggest degrading kink, he's still a mean dom in my mind because he'd be the type to love to mock, edge, tease and humiliate yourself in front of him.

His natal chart also indicates he could be a downright sadist and enjoy objectifying whoever his submissive partner, like downright depersonalising you and treating you like property.

Yunho's dominant presence reminds me of James Spader's character from the movie 'Secretary' and in the movie, he has a bdsm relationship with his secretary (duhh) and he's a mean/hard dom.

In the movie, they're roleplaying a scene where he tells the secretary to place her hands on the table and she cannot move her hands until he comes back to her and he's gone for HOURS and he doesn't come back until she's fallen asleep (and peed herself).

Then he comes back and completes the scene and there's a beautiful aftercare segment where it shows him giving her water, he picks her up and carries her to the bathtub where he cleans her and washes her hair. The bathing scene then cuts to him gently placing her on his bed where he proceeds to absolutely worship her and treat her like a princess.

And yeah- that's how I imagine Yunho as a dom.

Also, Secretary is a great film in general that shows how a dominant should take care of their submissive PROPERLY and it also highlights how he enhances the life of the secretary/submissive for the better.

In another scene, there's a moment where they are having a conversation and he encourages her to be more independent and tells her to go take a walk because it's sunny and it'll be good for her mental health.

And Maggie Gyllenhaal is sexy in it and James Spader is SEXY in it!

James Spader is a Capricorn Venus and Mars so he was perfect for the role honestly and I know he's unconventionally attractive for the girlies who get it- you get it.

Park Seonghwa!!

He's the second because he's not a dom, he's a switch with a heavy dominant preference...probably 90% dominant to 10% submissive but as a dom- he'd be a mean one indeed.

His Aries Mars indicates he doesn't have the best stamina and *finishes* quickly so think 10-15 minute rounds but A LOT of them.

He's a mean dom because this Mars sign have the type to be a bit selfish, so for example, you have 4 rounds with Seonghwa and he'll expect you to prioritise his needs in the first two and then he'll satisfy you in the last two.

Would be the type to almost bring you to orgasm and make you wander around frustrated from a ruined orgasm for hours before giving you the euphoria you desire.

Jung Wooyoung!!!

Wooyoung is one of the three true switches of the group and I'm including him under Wooyoung because he would be a mean dom but also a bratty dom and enjoy mocking you in social settings.

He's got a bit of voyeurism kink most likely and so I can imagine him being mean to you by allowing you to go out the girls at the club but he'll leave a huge bite mark on your neck and expect you to leave it uncovered for everyone to see.

Definitely an edger, like I can imagine him running his fingers up your thighs while you're chatting with someone at the dinner table, going so close to where you need it but just never close enough so you're all red-faced and antsy whilst talking to others.

Kim Hongjoong!!!

Hongjoong is smack in the middle because I always mention how he's the most flexible with his kinks and interests.

He's one of the more switchiest members of the group and it doesn't matter if you're a brat or obedient, he'll tailor his personal interests to what you like and enjoy.

In terms of meanness, he is a Sagittarius Mercury so he could enjoy a little bit of degradation but I think he'd be more 'mean' in his love for edging, overstimulation, teasing etc.

He's also more into the psychological aspect of being mean so instead of calling you degrading words, he might be mean by making you crawl on your hands or knees etc.

Choi Jongho!!!

I'm placing Jongho here for the same reason as Hongjoong even though I think he's more dominant than Hongjoong, I don't think he'd be as into degradation as Hongjoong.

I feel he'd more show his mean/hard dom energy by restraining you with his size or with shoving your underwear in your mouth so you struggle with the audacity of teasing Jongho as he edges or overstimulates you.

Choi San!!!

Choi San is one of the true 'switchy' members of the group and could easily adapt to your desires and preferences so whilst I think he could be into being mean- I'm not sure he would pursue that unless you initiate.

He's a Leo Venus and they're extremely words of affirmation oriented and his fancalls consistently highlight his love of praise and being complimented- so I'm just not feeling it with him.

He'd love to spank your arse and manhandle you in multiple positions before degrading you verbally.

Kang Yeosang!!!

It's not that he could be a hard dom I just reckon he'd be bad at it and you couldn't take him seriously if he stuttered.

'are you being a b-bad girl for me?'

Let's be real, most would laugh if his voice broke during dirty talk.

Least

Mingi is least because (imo) he is the subbiest member of Ateez and I legit think he would actually feel bad if he was degrading towards you.

I think he would try if you asked him but I think he'd feel guilty about it or he would overthink about it and worry if you thought he'd actually meant those things?

I feel it would cause more harm to his health emotionally being the giver than if he would the receiver.

Not that I think Mingi would enjoy receiving the degradation but I think he could handle receiving it more knowing you'll praise him afterwards.

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[sillydizzybxtches]

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WARNINGS ; smut, trainer!sadist!dom!bottom!reneé, gymrat!masochist!sub!top!reader, strap-on referred to as "dick"/"cock"/etc, reneé being toxic as fuck <3 — A/N? ; gn!reader + 4.0k words, reneé is mean as fuck again ... yet another porn-ifesto from dizzy <3 also, congrats!! (iykyk) ⯌ summary ; at the gym, reneé pushes her partner's limits—maybe it results in more than they intended.

EXHAUSTION—as you felt your muscles flex, that's all that you felt: fucking exhausted. You'd been at the gym with Reneé for hours, and being your trainer and girlfriend, she wouldn't give you a break to save your life; your core throbbed, you felt knots beginning to form in your legs from exertion, and you felt the muscles in your shoulders and arms trying to go slack as you bench pressed.

Everything in you was begging to stop—take a break, whatever. But she made it fucking impossible.

A cocky smirk on pretty lips and narrowed emerald eyes were fixed down on you—God, she looked down at you like you were filth; like she could step on you in high-heels and get you to thank her. She probably could. Actually, she definitely could.

"Baby, you're shaking," Reneé chuckled in amusement, stating the obvious as disappointment brimmed in her words. "I thought you were trying today? Or are you just here to bitch and moan the second something starts getting sore?" She snickered. Your eyes narrowed as your arms shook above you, the bar shaking with you as you continued to lift. Your shoulders flexed and your biceps cried for a break, but here you were. Shaking and listening to Reneé talk down on you like she wanted to spit on you, which was pissing you off, turning you on, and also somehow motivating you like it always did. Shit, the brain was weird. "You asked for this, so don’t you fucking get weak on me now.”

She was usually hard on you when you were here—that was her job as your trainer, after all—but God, she was dialed up to a thousand today. It was never this bad, and it never lasted this fucking long. Yeah, you asked her to push you—but you didn't expect her to be this hard on you. Your arms literally felt like they were about to give out. Usually, if you ever got to this point, she'd help you—but was she lending so much as a finger today? No, she watched you struggle and fucking mocked you. God, you were confused about how this was making you feel. Your muscles burned but so did the pit in your stomach that wanted to put her in her place and get her screaming for you like you usually did. Yet here you fucking were.

Reneé scoffed, giggling softly as she watched your resolve weaken, your lifts much slower and less steady. "That's cute," She chuffed. "But how about you actually fucking try, baby? You had no problem being spent last night, so why not now?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and your eyes narrow, wanting to glare up at her but knowing better and too focused on struggling to lift the bar—fuck, this burned.

"I'm tired, Nae—"

"Then stay tired," Your girlfriend scoffed. "You aren't stopping until I see you put in some fucking effort—and don't you fucking dare call me that right now. You don't deserve it," She spat, and you could feel her gaze burning into you. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Can I please just have a break, ma'am?" You pleaded.

"Like you've earned it," She retorted. "I don't know what it'll take for you to just shut the fuck up and take it. Do I need to make it heavier so you can focus?" She snapped, emerald eyes zeroing in on you. You quickly shook your head, and while taking it would've been nice in another type of scenario, you already knew you'd feel this for days.

"Answer me," She spat.

"No, ma'am—" You breathed out shakily.

Her smirk widened, "That's what I thought. I honestly expected more from you, but I guess I can't, hm?"

What the fuck was she even talking about?

"You usually last so, so much longer for me," She crooned with faux-affection, tilting her head a bit. "I thought you'd be good for me, baby. What, are you that fucking pathetic that you can't follow orders unless we're fucking?" She scoffed. Your eyes widened and narrowed—as much as this was turning you on, there were fucking people around. She was trying to humiliate you even more. Your arms shook, and you seriously couldn't do it anymore.

"Nae—"

"Fix it, now," She snapped with narrowed eyes and danger twinging her tone.

"God—ma'am," You corrected, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "I can't anymore—please," You whined, weakly pushing the bar up and exhaling shakily. You left it up in the air, trying to give yourself a moment to breathe.

Reneé laughed, bending over so that her face hovered over yours—eyes narrowed. "Did I say you could stop?" She whispered in a low warning. You swallowed and shrank beneath her, your arms trying not to give out. "No, but—"

"Did I say you could stop, baby?" She repeated with a pointed tone. You shook your head and whimpered—you tried to keep the bar up, but you fucking couldn't anymore. Your arms literally gave out and just as the barbell was about to come down, Reneé was quick to catch it and set it back on the rack with a loud, careless thud.

"Get up," She snapped. "Now, Y/N."

When you got outside, Reneé didn't say anything—she opened your car door for you, slammed it, and climbed into the driver's seat before turning on the radio to sing-along with—like she hadn't just berated you less than ten minutes ago. You were still sweating and you were convinced you couldn't use your arms. No tension on her behalf, no scolding—just humming along with the radio as your eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion.

"Up, baby," Reneé hummed, gently tapping your thigh to prompt you awake. When you stirred but didn't move, she pinched your sore bicep and you jerked awake and whined, eyes droopy and narrowed. "Ow, what the hell?" You whined. Reneé rolled her eyes and passively smacked your arm, scoffing. "Watch your mouth. C'mon, we're home."

Sleepy—your limbs dragged behind you in exhaustion, sore and aching. You couldn't wait to take a hot, soothing sho—

A sharp yelp was elicited from your throat as you were suddenly shoved, your legs immediately giving out beneath you as you fell to your knees—what the fuck?

Before you could process what happened, a strong hand gripped your jaw and forcefully tilted your head upward—fuck, it was Reneé. The front door was already shut behind her and her emerald eyes were brimming with a mix of anger and cockiness, her smirk cruel and mocking. You knew something was off in the car.

"God, you're pathetic," She scoffed, her smirk widening. "I barely even touched you. I didn't think you were that weak, but I guess that explains today, doesn't it?"

God, here she goes with this bullshit again—the bullshit that confused your brain and your body so that you didn't know what to feel: angry and turned on, maybe? Definitely one of those at least.

"I thought I did good," You bit, your tone bubbling with irritation as all the feelings from the gym came back up. There it was—her smirk widened even more. "Good, baby?" She chuckled. "Good isn't almost dropping the barbell on yourself—good isn't disobeying me," She spat. You swallowed and your eyes narrowed—you wish you could shut her up so fucking badly. "I'm not weak," You scoffed. "You just kept—"

"Pushing you? Yeah, I did," She interrupted, her smirk still wide. "You could've actually fucking tried instead of trying to give up every ten seconds. God, I wanted to shut you up so badly—but we were in public. Maybe I should've done it anyway," She scoffed. "I know you'd love it—you clearly get off on humiliating yourself when you pull some weak shit like that."

Your gaze hardened—she was clearly trying to piss you off, and she was winning—which you couldn't let her do … again. You hated how much you wanted her to say more. You rolled your eyes with a scoff as you shakily stood up … until you were roughly shoved against the wall—Reneé's gaze narrowed and mildly angry. Her strong hand clamped down around your throat and her eyes screamed 'I fucking dare you to do that again'—a warning you'd seen from her before. You swallowed and shrank a bit—and she knew she'd won when she had you like this. Without warning, she captured your lips in a fervent kiss, catching you by surprise as you instinctively melted into it; her grip tightened around your throat while the other came to hold your jaw, pulling you further into her. Her teeth sank into your bottom lip and her tongue soothed over it before she shoved her tongue in your mouth—her fingers dug into your jaw almost painfully as she claimed you. You were fucking hers.

With the intensity that she was kissing you, you swore that she was trying to kiss you senseless. Your noses pressed up against each other’s and she moved the hand around your throat to one of your tits, using her free hand to alternate and grope them, causing you to moan softly and lose your bearings. She took advantage of your weak point and smirked into the kiss, sliding her thigh between yours and pressing to grant you a perfect, delicious friction. It caught you so off guard—the way her hands were toying with your breasts and her tongue on yours—it made you want to melt for her, even if all the anger and arousal from the gym was subtly bubbling beneath the surface. Your hands found her ass and squeezed, causing her to moan softly. She pulled away and moved her kisses to your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before sinking her teeth into your pulse point, causing you to let out a whine as she sucked a mark into the area. Her lips continued to litter your neck with hot kisses and love bites. Suddenly, without giving you a chance to comprehend what was really happening, Reneé pushed herself off of you with a sigh, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed as her chest heaved. You blinked in confusion and whined in protest as you watched her step back, dazed but also hot and bothered. Good.

"Nae?—"

"What, baby?" Reneé, feigning innocence.

"What do you mean 'what'?" You scoffed, still confused and breathless. "Why'd you stop?"

"Oh, I was tired."

That fucking did it.

You stormed toward her, eyes narrowed as you grabbed a hold of her jaw—before you could even try anything, she dug her fingers into your shoulder and shoved you down—hard enough for it to hurt.

She forced your chin up again, your eyes narrowing up at her. "Wanna try that again, weak bitch?" She chuckled with blown pupils zeroed in on you.

You growled in aggravation. "Cunt—"

Your scoff turned to a yelp as her hand came across your face, her eyes narrowed with real anger. "Say it again, now."

Fuck.

"I didn—"

"I heard you fine, Y/N. I fucking said to say it again."

Fuck—you shrank again, shaking your head. "I—I'm sorry," You whined out. God, maybe you really were pathetic. You definitely felt like it right now.

"That's what I thought. Now, fuck off," She spat, releasing your chin and heading toward the kitchen—leaving you there in the middle of the living room.

You tried to wash away all the tension—not just in your body, but between your body and brain. Fuck, you were confused; one minute, you wanted to punish her for being a bitch, and the next, she scared you into whimpering like a pup. It all honestly pissed you off, either way. The hot water and steam couldn't even cleanse you of the sinful thoughts you had about her. You'd try to get rid of the tension by fucking yourself, but one, you knew she'd get you started all over again and, two, your arms were too weak for that shit. You could barely wash yourself without getting muscle fatigue. This was bullshit.

God, you were sick of her—sick of her bratting off like she wanted to be handled only to deny it—to win. That's all you could think about as you tightened the belt of your robe around your waist, walking out of the bathroom—maybe a fucking nap would help.

A trail of steam followed you from the bathroom as you were startled by the sight of Reneé laying on the bed, clad in nothing but a towel as she leaned against the headboard, mindlessly scrolling through her phone—until she heard you. Her gaze flicked from her phone to you and her head tilted a bit, her smirk twisted and her tone saccharine. "Hey, baby," She hummed as she cut her phone off. She must've taken a shower in the guest bathroom. "C'mere."

You hummed lowly and hesitantly walked over, your body wrapped in the silk robe. Her hand reached out to grab a hold of your sore arm—smirk widening as you winced—to pull you into bed beside her. Then, she climbed on top of you—thighs straddling your lap as her face hovered over yours. Now that you were closer, you could see everything that stirred in her gaze—hunger and amusement.

"Are you weak?" Reneé hummed, tilting her head a bit. Your eyes narrowed and came to rest on her hips, nails digging into the flesh. "No, Nae," You scoffed. She just had to run her fucking mou—

"So, you're strong?" She corrected. You shrugged and nodded passively—this was just another one of her games. She tsked, her hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. "Words."

"Yeah," You mumbled loud enough to satisfy her.

That was when her smirk widened—her tongue running to dampen her lips. "Then prove it," She scoffed. Before you could ask questions, she reached under the pillow next to you and pulled out a strap-on—you blinked in surprise. You don't know you expected, but it sure as hell wasn't for her to pull a strap from under a pillow like some sort of kinky magic trick. When you didn't answer, she shrugged. "Or, are you as pathetic as you proved to be earlier?"

"Fine," You scoffed.

That was enough motivation, your eyes narrowing as you snatched the harness from her while she climbed off of you. You stepped off the bed to shrug your robe off and buckle the harness around your hips, tightening it properly before snapping your gaze toward Reneé. Her smirk was wide and cocky—God, did you want to wipe it off her smug, pretty, bitchy face.

You clambered back into bed and hovered over her, your arms shaking as you tried to hold yourself up. Shit, this was harder than it was supposed to be. You tried to re-adjust the way you stood over her, but your arms kept threatening to give out. Fuck, this wasn't fair. She literally set you up for failure.

"How's your strength holding up?" Reneé laughed, watching you struggle. Your eyes narrowed and your arms continued to shake—fuck, she was right. You literally couldn't even hold yourself up. Whatever, you'd power through it.

"It's fine," You spat—until your arms started cramping and they gave out. You collapsed sideways on the bed and winced, and before you could even try to get up, you heard Reneé hiss.

"Stay," She growled, climbing on top of you and looking down on you. You hadn't even realized that she had taken her towel off—fuck. "God, you're more pathetic than I thought," She spat. "It's funny how you've been trying to talk about being strong, yet you can't even fuck me properly," She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

You bit your lip and growled. "It's not my f—"

“Shut it,” Reneé scoffed and shoved her fingers in your mouth, slamming into the back of your throat and making you gag and whimper around her digits. "God, you talk too much," She spat. "Maybe I should just keep your whiney mouth full, since you can't seem to shut the fuck up."

You didn't even have time to react. Her hips lowered to hover over the faux-dick, lips curled in a smirk as she let the tip of it drag through her folds, humming. You watched her eyes flutter as she slowly lowered herself onto your cock, her hips meeting yours with a soft moan as she felt her walls contract around it. "Fuck," She groaned softly.

And all you could do was watch.

Reneé smirked down at you as you watched in awe—and she hadn't even done anything yet. She bit her lips and hummed in satisfaction, her smirk domineering and cocky—just her presence was. "God, you really are pathetic," She laughed as she began to sway her hips. "Now I have to do all of the fucking work because you're too weak."

You tried to respond, only for her to push her fingers into your throat again—promptly shutting you up. You sucked on her digits and coated them in a generous amount of saliva, feeling your brain turn to mush from confusion. Fuck, you didn't know how to feel—you wanted to handle her, but couldn't do anything about it; she was fucking herself on top of you and had you gagging on her fingers. Maybe you were pathetic—but God, it was so unfair. It pissed you off yet got you off.

Your hands came to settle on her hips as they swayed. Reneé's brow furrowed, and her smirk widened. "Desperate, are we?" She scoffed. "Hands off."

You bit your lip and didn't move—if this was the only place you could have control, you'd take i—

Reneé rolled her eyes and shot her strong hand out to tighten around your throat, arms flexing as she squeezed tightly to momentarily scare you. You whined and let your hands slide off her hips, to which her smirk widened and her grip loosened. “Desperate bitch,” She scoffed, roughly bucking down on the strap as she began to increase her pace.

“Fuck,” She choked as her chin tipped up to look at the ceiling, continually sinking on your dick before lifting herself up again. She started off slower—until she didn’t; her hips met yours—pace speeding up and getting rougher as she got more and more desperate. Her hand on your throat moved to your chest as she pressed down, bucking her hips down on yours as she rode you. You watched as her angel-sculpted tits bounced with each rock of her hips, desperate to hold them. Fuck, this wasn’t fair—you’d done your best and now you were being punished for it. You wanted to touch her and take out how angry she made you out on her until she was whimpering, moaning mess. You wanted to handle her.

Her gaze flicked back down to you, pupils blown and smirk wide. “God, look at you—resting easy,” She scoffed. “All you can do is watch because you—fuck,” She whined, picking up her pace even more. She couldn’t do it anymore—you couldn’t do it anymore as you watched her get greedy. You bit your lip and grabbed her hips, pulling her down on your cock, eliciting a throaty moan from her. Her grip around your throat tightened, though not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to express her dominance. You didn’t relent and as she lifted her hips again, and you pulled her down roughly, causing her to whine. “No—fuck, you don’t get to—” She choked, practically fucking screaming as your hips slammed up into her. Her eyes shot open and were wide with fury, promptly removing her fingers from your mouth and throat and gripping your wrists, squeezing them almost painfully as she pinned them above your head. “So dumb you don’t know how to take orders, huh?” She snapped before spitting on your face, to which you whined and shrank beneath her. Her smirk widened—she had you right where she wanted you.

“Look at yourself, baby,” She scoffed, laughing as she began to slam her hips into yours, eyes rolling in pleasure. “So weak and pathetic for me—so pretty under me—” She choked, her tone breaking off into a breathy whine. “Aren’t you?”

You didn’t respond, watching as she struggled—fuck, you wanted to touch her so badly.

“Please,” You whined. “Please, ma’am—can I touch you, please? I’ll be good for you,” You whimpered. Her smirk widened and she hummed in thought, using all of her self control to resist the urge to speed up at the sound of your begging. “Fine,” She bit, though it was half-hearted. The moment she released your wrists, you sat up and pulled her firmly against your lap, making her groan. “Fuck—”

You didn’t think—you just let your body go after what it was craving, your lips pressing kisses to her tits as you switched between kissing them and groping them. She moaned softly and shuddered, picking up her pace and whining. Your lips moved down and you took a hard nipple in your mouth, sucking desperately as she screamed.

Her hands gripped your sides and ran down your back, nails digging into the skin and scratching down, hard—making you wince but whine.

Her breathing grew heavier and she buried her face in your neck, her moans getting pitchier as she began to convulse around your cock—your lips still wrapped around her nipple and your hands pulling her down roughly on the silicone. She was so, so close—you could tell she just needed a little more, though.

You gripped her hair, pulling her away from your neck and smashing your lips together—you didn’t give a fuck anymore, you just wanted to hear her scream in pleasure. You wanted to make her feel good.

Your tongue found her way into her mouth as your other hand snaked down to her clit, the pad of your thumb rubbing it in speedy, circular motions as you felt her moan into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” She choked. “I can’t—”

You whined against her lips, pressing your forehead to hers as a string of saliva connected your lips once you seperate. “God, Nae,” You whimpered. “Please, cum for me, Mommy—”

You barely got through the words before screamed, obscenities slurring from her mouth as she continued to ride you through her high. Her hips stuttered and bucked sloppily as you helped guide her, feeling her nails scratch down your back as she kept fucking herself through it until she couldn’t anymore—whining into your neck and collapsing against you, boneless and exhausted. She clung to you as her chest heaved, and you gently cradled her to your chest and ran your fingers through her hair, soothing her.

“You’re okay, angel,” You whispered softly, rocking her gently as she whined. “I’ve got you.”

You let her rest against you as she basked in the bliss, unnmoving—you lifted her chin you check on her, pupils blown and eyelids droopy with a heaving chest. You let her lay her head back on your chest, stroking her hair as she came down.

“I fucking love you,” She slurred. “You did so good ...”

Your heart warmed as you heard the words you’d been waiting to hear all day. Finally.

“I love you, too, Reneé.”

[angelxarii]

GG, NO REᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

(good game, no rematch)

Synopsis: Sershiro Nagi, one of japan's top streamers; who dominates the gaming world with his effortless skills. When an underground content creator challenges him to a 1v1 after he dismisses casual players, their fans go wild. The match ends with an unexpected twist, and what starts as an online rivalry turns into a chaotic, relationship.

pairing: Seishiro nagi x F!reader | Smau & writing

content warning: I try to be funny (more cringe than funny), dry humour, crack, angst (if you squint), ooc character, nagi is sassy?, spicy but not smut (eventually), streamers - most of them, swearing, rude jokes

ʚɞ good game

Nagi clicked a button on his keyboard, starting up his stream. The first 20 minutes were just him talking and answering questions until someone finally asked the big question.

—Reply to Y/N Gamez’s video—

Not even a second later, all the messages in the chat were about it.

—Yeah! What were the tweets about?—

—You can’t just take that disrespect!—

—1v1 her!—

Nagi sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had already watched the clip and responded on Twitter—just not on stream.

"Alright, so what's happening is, two hours from now, the other streamer, Y/N, I think her name is—she’s going to come on, and we’ll 1v1 each other in COD. It'll be a private game."

Messages flooded the chat once again.

"Don’t worry, guys, I’m not stressed. We all know who’s gonna win."

You joined Nagi’s stream after he sent you an invite.

Nagi was talking about the game rules and chatting with his viewers.

You, on the other hand—your hands were trembling. Not because you were nervous, but because, for one, over a million people would be watching, and if you messed up, it’d be the same as a public execution.

—C’mon, lock TF in.—

You laughed when you saw Shidou’s message.

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The game was intense. It was best out of three. You won the first round, giving you a confidence boost, but that came crashing down when Nagi won the second like it was nothing, saying the first one was just a warm-up.

God, his cockiness pissed you off.

The third game was tense and probably the longest. Both of you had gone completely silent—only the clicks of your controllers and keyboards could be heard.

The game ended with you victorious.

You let out the deepest breath, realizing you hadn’t been breathing properly for the past 20 minutes.

“GG.”

Nagi was silent for a moment before letting out a quiet, "gg."

"Rematch?" he asked.

"Nah, not now."

You fell back in your chair, wiping your palms on the sides of your biker shorts. It felt like you had just run a marathon. The win was sweet, but bringing someone down a notch or two was even sweeter.

You pushed your hair back as Nagi cleared his throat, announcing to his chat that you had won. What was really annoying was that he didn’t sound mad. Not one bit.

You thanked him for having you, said your goodbyes, and logged off your PC. Pulling out your phone to see messages from ryu

You tossed your phone onto the wireless charger and plopped onto your bed. Darkness covered your vision, and you were out cold.

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Groaning, you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. Grabbing it off the nightstand, you saw over 100+ notifications—some from Sae, some from shidou and.. twitter??

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A/n: this came out later than expected but hopefully it formatted correctly and doesn't fuck me over after I post it. I giggled while making this ><

TAGLIST: @syarc0re @sunnydays25 @x3nafix @lilwx @tired-child00 (open)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hey!! Really love your blog and do keep the Harry appreciation coming!

I apologise if this is a rather unusual question. Taking only the younger generation, more likely, the core six: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Neville (and you can include Draco as well if you like), who do you think would defeat the others in a duel at their maximum potential (say, end of 7th year, since we have less information on post-war years )?

Let me rephrase that: it's rather obvious it would be Harry. What I mean is, how do you think each duel would play out? For example, I imagine a duel like Harry and Neville would be over in a minute or a less, but for a duel between Ginny and Luna (who, for some reason, I always assumed would be on the same level, though i could be terribly wrong) would probably take up a fair amount of time. Or if we were to take Harry and Hermione, while Harry would definitely win, I imagine there would be a stretch where they were equally matched.

There are also two sides to consider: 1) looking at them only as their strengths irrespective of their relationships with the characters and 2) looking at them as their strengths along with their relationships with the characters (Harry not wanting to hurt them or going easy). You can consider both or any one, I will leave that upto you.

I'd love your opinion on Harry's duels with each of these characters and/if any other duels between other characters among the mentioned ones that you think could be interesting.

I totally understand if you choose not to answer this, it's a big question and my phrasing might be confusing. And there might not be enough textual evidence for other characters (who knows?), but if you could provide your insight, that would be great! Thank you!

Thank you! 😊

And, yeah, this question is a little long, but it's a really fun concept, and your phrasing was clear. At least, I hope I got it right, becouse what I got sounds fun.

Okay, so I'm gonna structure this like a bracket battle of sorts even though it isn't exactly what you asked. If I don't, this post will be way too long + a little repetitive. I tried to make sure the interesting duels were paired up in the first round or eventually. Now, the duels are going to run as if the characters don't care about each other and see the other as an enemy, with notes on how it'll go if they have the relationship they do in canon.

Who wins isn't all that interesting, I think, and there are some duels where it really depends on when/how/why the duel is happening. But I tried to give a quick overview of their duelling styles and how they would mesh up against each other.

Now, Harry is a hard person to duel, and all his duels in this list would end very quickly. Wizard duels, in general, are pretty short since you will cast to incapacitate if you are fighting an enemy. The duel we see between Voldemort and Dumbledore in OotP is an exception to dueling, not the norm. Something like it could only happen between two very skilled and very arrogant combatants, which isn't the case for most of the pairings here.

Also, these are a little subjective, and luck plays a part in dueling but will not really be accounted for here.

Without further ado, the brackets:

1. Ron VS Hermione

2. Harry VS Neville

3. Ginny VS Luna

4. Draco will duel against the winner of duel 3.

Round 1: Ron VS Hermione

As enemies:

Hermione has an edge when it comes to spell repertoire and casting precision — she is objectively the better witch.

But

Assuming they are fighting as enemies who don't know each other, Ron would go for the kill before her. Hermione's ruthlessness has a limit; she is unwilling to kill, but Ron is (Ron offered to kill the DE at the restaurant at the beginning of DH, Hermione was terrified of the concept + Hermione didn't let Harry curse the DE with the baby head in the DoM in OotP). If Ron gets a kill shot before Hermione can incapacitate him, he would win.

Ron would be able to learn Hermione during the fight, which is important. While Hermione knows a lot of spells, she is pretty predictable and tends to stick to the same few and she is more hesitant. Her best strategy would be to incapacitate Ron quickly so he won't get lucky — which might not happen since when things get dangerous, she has a moment of shock in which she hesitates. In front of an enemy, Ron would be less hesitant. So, as long as Ron doesn't get a lucky shot and Hermione is focused and doesn't panic — she would probably win.

“Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?” “Only once,” said Hermione, stung. “I got you loads more than you got me —” “I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times —” “Well, if you’re counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand —”

(OotP)

As canon:

If we have their relationship as it is in the books, Ron is not going to harm Hermione in any way and she knows Ron and she aren't really in danger, she wouldn't hesitate and just cast ahead non-lethally.

Also, these are Ron and Hermione, so they'd be having fun in this duel and getting jokingly competitive, so the duel would last longer since Ron wouldn't go for a kill shot in a moment of hesitation that isn't there in this sort of duel. This means the duel would be more drawn out and down to skill, making Hermione winning the more likely outcome.

Round 1: Harry VS Neville

As enemies:

I love Neville, but this is an easy Harry win. He wouldn't break a sweat.

Harry isn't one to kill if he has no reason to, unless he really sees Neville as an enemy; he won't cast anything lethal and limit himself to spells such as "stupefy" and "impedimenta" for the most part.

Neville, at his peak, can fight, and not badly, but Harry is so much quicker than Neville is.

Harry would wait to see what Neville does; Neville would be pushed to cast the first spell, Harry would dodge and start casting. He'd be too quick for Neville to both block and try and fight back at the same time. Not only that, but Harry is one of the more mobile duelers we see; he isn't staying at one place, he'd be moving all over, and Neville is constantly going to be on the back foot.

The thing about Harry's spell choice is that even when it's not a lethal one, he would cast spells to end the duel instantly. One spell is enough for Harry to win. Even if Neville gets lucky, Harry shows in HBP how quickly and instinctively he can pull up a shield, and the shield would be powerful enough to throw Neville back and disarm him — so, Neville loses all too quickly, unfortunately.

As canon:

Harry likes Neville; he doesn't want to hurt him, but he will cast an "expelliarmos" if he finds it necessary, and there is no way Neville would manage to hit him unless Harry is distracted (as happens in a D.A. meeting in OotP once). So, if Harry is focused on the fight, his first spell that lands is still ending it.

“Expelliarmus!” said Neville, and Harry, caught unawares, felt his wand fly out of his hand. “I DID IT!” said Neville gleefully. “I’ve never done it before — I DID IT!” “Good one!” said Harry encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel situation Neville’s opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with his wand held loosely at his side.

(OotP)

Round 1: Ginny VS Luna

As enemies:

Ginny is known to cast some powerful hexes, Luna on the other hand, isn't as much of a fighter, and we don't see her cast much magic at all. Though she remains unhurt in the DoM longer than Ginny, I'd say she is less confrontational than Ginny and less reckless, and that's why.

Ginny is a better dueller in terms of spells, but she is very reckless. Luna is more cautious and would probably have a better, calmer grasp of the situation. I think Ginny is more likely to win this duel, though. As much as I love Luna, she isn't as fast on her feet or with her spell work, and magical dueling is so often down to who lands the first spell.

Ginny would also likely be pretty predictable as a dueler. You would be able to tell when she's about to cast something before casting it, it would be all over her body language and movements. But, as I said, I think in this duel she has enough of an edge with speed that she'd still win.

As canon:

I think Ginny would win, I think she is the better dueller between the two. Luna would laugh about it, though, and not take it personally, because she never does. Obviously, all the spells would be non-lethal and funnier rather than painful.

Round 2: Harry VS Hermione

As enemies:

Hermione, as I mentioned, knows more spells and is more precise in how she casts them. But she tends to hesitate under danger, especially early in the duel, which is the most crucial time in a duel.

Harry, on the other hand, is fast, casts on instinct, and he may cast spells wrong, but they end up powerful and deadly.

This duel would start slow; neither of them would want to cast the first spell since they would want to see what the other would do. I think Harry would cast the first spell, likely "stupefy" or "expelliarmus", Hermione would block the first one and cast a hex of her own, Harry would block, and his shield would push Hermione back, which would shock her for a moment. That momentary shock would be long enough for Harry to stun her, and the duel would be over.

As canon:

They're friends, they don't actually want to hurt each other. Like with Ron and Hermione, if it's a training duel, they'd draw it out to be longer and have fun with it. But again, unless Harry is really distracted or not really putting effort, he is going to "win".

Round 2: Ginny VS Draco

As enemies:

Ginny would not be casting unforgivables and limit herself to curses like her "bat-bogey hex" or boils or things like that. Curses that are painful and more varied than Harry's usual dueling repertoire. Draco, on the other hand, can cast unforgivables, which can't be shielded against.

Ginny though, is pretty mobile; she's a Quidditch player, she should be good at running and ducking around. Draco could be pretty mobile too, but he isn't. When he fights Harry in HBP, Harry is the one who dodges and moves around, Draco prefers to block spells while staying stationary (which I believe is the more proper duelling form taught to wizards, but it's worse in life-or-death sort of fights).

This duel would come down to who gets the other first, as usual, since the first spell would be debilitating. My impression is that it would be Ginny. I mean, if Harry finished saying "Sectumsempra" before Draco finished saying "Crucio" (HBP), Draco is not a fast caster. So Ginny would probably take him.

Which she does in OotP:

“But Ginny was best, she got Malfoy — Bat- Bogey Hex — it was superb...

As canon:

Honestly, this goes the same as enemies since Ginny justified Harry almost killing Draco in HBP. Like, she wouldn't be casting unforgivables either way, but she's definitely using her worst, most painful, non-lethal curses in their canon relationship too.

Draco doesn't care much about Ginny and whether he uses unforgivables or not would depend on when in his arc and under what circumstances they are dueling. Either way it isn't going to help him much, I think.

Round 3: Harry VS Ginny

As enemies:

We already established their strengths and weaknesses as duelers, and as always Harry would win this one.

Harry, as I mentioned, would rather not cast the first spell against an unknown enemy. Ginny has none of these concerns — she'd start casting and moving forward the moment she is in a duel, and something important also in martial arts — you never run into a fight. Running into a fight puts you at a disadvantage. Since you're running in, you can't really change your momentum, and you're giving your opponent control over the situation. Yes, she isn't literally running, but she tends to be rash. It makes her a more predictable dueller and therefore easier to intercept if you know what you are doing and she doesn't catch you off guard. And Harry is rarely off guard (something something hypervigilance due to trauma).

The reason she could win against Draco and Luna is that she casts faster than they can react to her, but with Harry, this advantage is moot. She would start casting spells quickly, rushing in as Harry would block and dance around her. One well-timed shield charm from him will put her enough on the back foot for him to win. Remember, all that's needed to win is one spell that counts.

As canon:

Like with the other canon Harry duels, this would be a more fun, playful duel, and the spells would be non-lethal and non-painful to match. So, it depends on how much effort Harry is putting in since he doesn't put as much effort when practicing with the D.A. as he does with an actual enemy.

Some quick rounds:

A duel between Draco and Harry would pretty much go like their duel in the bathroom in HBP. Harry is just quicker, and even if he isn't trying to be lethal, Draco would not get a hit on Harry before Harry incapacitated him. Harry would be moving around, making himself a harder target to hit, but Draco won't.

A duel between Ron and Harry would be similar (if they fight as enemies). Harry is just really fast and duels like it's a street fight. Though once Ron notices it, he'd match his own style. He won't mind punching and kicking in a duel, but I think Harry could incapacitate him before it gets to it.

In a Ron VS Draco duel when Ron's wand isn't broken, I want to give Ron the win, but it's a close one. Ron would win because he ducked a spell and then just punched Draco instead of casting a spell of his own.

[verysanebsdfan]

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The Perfect Equation: The day when it all begun

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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"On that day...every human on earth...turned to stone!!"

・・・・・

"Listen up, Senku!!" Taiju bursts into the school lab. "There is no stopping me! It's gotta be today!! After five long years of having feelings for Yuzuriha...I'm gonna confess my love." He yelled out loud, startling everyone besides Senku, who was even remotely close to the school laboratory. It would not be surprising if Yuzuriha heard him from wherever she was; hopefully not. Even so, it would not change much since his feelings are quite clearly not one-sided.

"Hm...Interesting, very interesting." Senku exclaimed and turned around to face the loud boy. "I'll be cheering for you so hard from here in the science lab that my vocal cords'll snap." The male said, clearly not thrilled. It is not like he does not care for his friend; it's just that the outcome of this situation is quite obvious.

"Oh yeah? Thanks, Senku!" Taiju yelled, too loud, again. "Silence. I won't cheer even one millimeter for you, you big oaf." The scientist retorted. "Wait, so which is it?!" Taiju exclaims, to which a young girl standing opposite of Senku sighs. "Don't worry, Taiju, I will cheer for you." She says. "Oh, thanks (Name)!!" the brown-haired boy immediately responds to the female's encouragement.

"A fool who takes five whole years to say anything is the epitome of absurdity." Senku says, to which Taiju retorts, "You are no different," leaving the girl accompanying them confused.

"Allow me to provide a method so rational it'll kill you," Senku says as he turns for something. "Quite literally..." (Name) mutters with a small smile because she saw what her friend was reaching for. "This will send your pheromone production into overdrive. Basically, it's a love potion." Senku turns back while grinning menacingly. "Your success is ten billion percent assured if you drink this!" He hands it to Taiju.

The male was staring at it; you'd think he was actually considering it, but then he spilled the contents of the flask into the nearby sink. Was it good, spilling it into the sink? Probably not, but they have filters, or at least you think they do. "Thanks, Senku, but... no thanks! I can't go and cheat my way into her heart." Taiju says and leaves the laboratory with a confident but scared smile. And (Name) quietly cheers him on.

"Was that really a love potion, Senku?" A member of the science club calls out, and the girl chuckles.

"Of course not. It's just ordinary gasoline. Me and (Name) produced it from plastic bottle caps." Senku answers the question, uninterested. "Just think about the atomic structure of polyethylene, you fools! It's merely long gasoline molecules chopped up by a few hydrocarbons. Simple enough to understand," he explains, although it does not seem to have the desired effect since most of the club members seem to not understand.

"It's actually done in commercial plastic-to-fuel plants. By heating plastic in the absence of oxygen, you can break down the long hydrocarbon chains in plastic into simpler hydrocarbon molecules, which include components of gasoline, among other things. The process is called pyrolysis." (Name) adds not only some cool info but also their confusion.

"So...Taiju would've died if he drank it?" The same club member who inquired about the existence of a love potion earlier asked the obvious question. To which the seemingly only capable members of the club nodded. "He would not drink it." The girl shakes her head. "He is too honest for his own good."

・・・・・

"I bet you 100 yen that he'll get totally rejected." Said one of the guys watching Taiju's confession.

"Five hundred says she'll reject him." Another says, albeit I do not see any other difference in their bets besides the amount of money.

"Put me down for a hundred." Another voice calls out.

"Ten thousand yen says she'll accept him, contrary to expectations," Senku says, looking too smug while buying a drink from the vending machine, and the girl, who always seems to accompany him, nods along while sipping her (favourite flavour) milk.

"Hey, Senku..." She looks at the horizon. "What is that?" She says as Senku notices it as well. Neither of them knows what it is, but either way, Senku pushes her behind him, still keeping her close.

・・・・・

"It's so cold, and I can't feel anything. Did I die? No, that's unlikely; dead beings have no brain activity... Maybe it's my last seven seconds? I don't think that's true, either. It has to do with the light. Or maybe it's the afterlife? Well, if it is, it sucks!! I imagined it to be some nice place where you can at least interact with other people!! Ah, I miss my friends...Taiju and Yuzuriha were outside when it happened, I hope no natural catastrophe comes. Well, I don't think the old school building would protect us any good, too, so..."

"You should not let your consciousness slip away, but it has been so long. Humanity must find a way to help you, right? Or are you really- no!! No way!! After all, your friends, especially Senku and Taiju, would not give up. Both for different reasons, of course. Taiju for the reason of confessing his love for Yuzuriha, and Senku possibly for survival? No idea. Seems like the thing he would do."

"I wonder how long has it been. Feels like a really long time, but I have nothing to entertain myself with, so time really does feel like an illusion. I hope there are only a few people in this state, Someone might take care of my cat..."

"I cannot let my consciousness slip away. What if I don't wake up?"

"I'm so tired... and feel so, so cold..."

"Maybe a small nap won't hurt..."

"It will hurt!! Get a hold of yourself. Count equations, name the elemen

・・・・・

[leftoverghosts]

"Big fish in the tank." Your boss had warned you—his tone making it clear: squeeze whoever was waiting for you for all his cash.

You give the man a once-over and immediately understand why your boss insisted on bubblegum pink.

Tonight, your outfit is soft and silky, with an outer robe that cascades to your ankles, its edges trimmed with pricey ostrich feathers.

Your toes are painted white, and a matching eye mask with almond-shaped openings adorns your face, lending you an alluring and mysterious air while obscuring half of it to conceal your identity.

You could pass for an angel—if angels were escorts.

"Hi," you greet the blonde as you sit next to him on the bed. It's hard to believe that someone as good-looking as him would come to a brothel, even one as exclusive and upscale as the one you work for. “What should I call you?”

"Art," he responds immediately, causing you to frown in confusion.

He's clearly not experienced at this and seems uneasy, fidgety even. Usually you don’t get the newbies; your schedule is typically filled with politicians and big egos who like to tell you all about why they’re VIPs.

This leads you to suspect that Art is wealthy, very wealthy.

"Is that your real name?" You ask, playfully pouting your bottom lip. "They should have told you to use an alias."

He has the decency to look bashful, letting you know he had been told the rules, but you flash him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," you whisper, moving closer to him. You watch his Adam's apple bob nervously in his throat. "It'll be our little secret." You lean in even closer, asking seductively, "is this your first time, Art?"

"Yes-uhm, yes," he stammers, clearly flustered by your presence, that happens to men when you’re around. His blush is cute on him.

"That’s okay. I’m not here to judge you. I started not too long ago myself." It’s a lie, but he can’t tell.

“Really?” See.

"Mhmm," you murmur, your expression softening. "Yeah, I have some school bills to pay and whatnot."

You're practically in his lap now, asking permission to touch him with your eyes. Art gives a small tilt of his head in agreement, and you brush his hair away from his forehead before leaning in to kiss him.

"What are you studying?" He asks between kisses, even as you lick into his mouth.

"Huh? oh, biology? On the premed track," you stutter. You probably should have lied, but his simple follow-up question threw you off; usually your ankles are behind your head at this point and any kind of small talk is out of the norm.

The look of unfeigned interest on Art's face surprises you, but you chase his mouth.

"Are you planning on becoming a doctor?" He seems earnest, as he pulls away from your lips again.

“Yeah,” you answer vaguely, not wanting to reveal too much, but he waits for you to continue so you give him the smallest bit more. “Of some kind, if I pass the MCAT.”

"Wow, then how did you end up working here?"

You tense up at the question. What are you supposed to say? That the work-life balance is great? The truth is, being an escort pays three times more than any other nine-to-five job would. It's a dream paycheck for a college student with lofty goals.

"How do you want it?" You try to steer the conversation back to its original purpose, letting your fingers trail down to the front tie of his robe.

He looks at you with confusion for a moment before remembering why he's here. His hand stops yours from untying the robe completely.

"Actually, can you just…hold me?" He pauses awkwardly before mumbling something about not wanting you to think he's a loser. You can’t help but suck in a breath when you realize he’s crying. "I signed my divorce papers today, our custody battle is going to be hell and it's been a rough month."

You blink and it takes a few seconds for you to compute that he's simply lonely. He genuinely cared about your responses to his questions. This man, who is probably rich and most definitely handsome, is patronizing a brothel for companionship.

It makes you want to weep for him.

"Yeah, I'll hold you, Art." You guide him onto the sheets. "Let's lay down."

When you're face to face, what strikes you most are his eyes.

They sparkle like sapphires in his head, but up close you notice a small brown spot in one of them, like a little speck of dirt. Or, maybe that one’s not a sapphire at all, it’s more like an apatite.

"Your eyes are different colors." Art blushes even more at your observation, if that's possible. "They're beautiful."

You can't tell if this is all just for the money, but you find yourself wanting to be gentle and kind to him.

Without saying anything, he snuggles closer and buries his face in your chest. His arms wrap around you tightly as if you've already made love countless times. Even though you barely know this man, he holds onto you as if he never wants to let go.

[solarnomoon]

your eyes on me -♥̩͙ sim jaeyun smau

chapter 03 - dino for the huzz

the time of reckoning has come! everyone is linked to their soulmate when they're born, but only after they turn twenty does that link become visible. however, you don't expect much, because the stupid red line tied to you is only seen when they're close by. for now, you'll just help your best friend with their soulmate, hoping it'll happen to you too.

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"y/n, why do you even have that shit?" heeseung asks, still laughing even after two whole minutes. y/n had set his mask on the table next to them after scaring them, winter letting y/n know that the boys in front of them happened to be some of enhypen.

some of the others in the store had given them a weird look, but nothing more than a quick judgment before moving on with the rest of their lives. y/n, though sometimes shy and more introspective, has basically no limits when it comes to winter, especially considering he knows that she'll support him through and through. he's grateful for it, which is why he wanted to pull up in a stupid mask anyway, just to get a laugh out of her.

the last thing he expected was some of the guys to be there as well, causing him to be a little more embarrassed than he usually would, but they seemed to take it well, which gave him at least some comfort.

"a boy can't just wear a mask for fun?" he responds, looking over to sunghoon, knowing he's done the same thing. "remember halloween?" he raises his eyebrows, and sunghoon just rolls his eyes.

jay looks between y/n and his friend, "what the fuck happened during halloween?"

sunghoon takes a sip from his drink, while pulling up the picture, revealing that him and y/n had switched costumes halfway through just for fun, and because both of them had masks on, they genuinely both thought that they could trick people that they were each other. it didn't work, due to their height difference, but drunk boys could try anyway!

"so yeah, we thought it was gonna be funny, but we looked dumb as fuck." sunghoon then nods his head over to y/n, "and this one over here was like 'oh em gee sunghoon i love you so much, you're amazing!'" he mimics in a high pitch voice, trying to sound like y/n.

y/n just scoffs, lightly hitting him, "i do not sound like that you fuck."

winter laughs loudly, getting the attention of everyone. when she meets eyes with y/n, she quickly looks away and corrects herself: "yeah, hoon, what the fuck." when y/n looks back, she sticks out her tongue playfully, indicating she definitely agrees with the guy.

"anyway, what time are you guys coming over?" y/n asks, realizing that it is in fact getting closer to 4:30, which is the time they decided to meet up. "i still have to get ready... or not, honestly i don't know what to wear."

sunoo, sitting down at the table playing a game, answers him. "probably around like 4." he looks up when he dies, face contorting into a smile, "wait, can i get ready with you guys? i don't like getting ready with ni-ki, he always steals my shit and then hogs the bathroom."

"yes, of course king! lix and chae are coming over soon, so we can all get ready together!" y/n replies back, getting excited that he's able to hang out with more people other than just heeseung.

sunoo smiles, going back to playing his game.

"what about me?" heeseung pipes up, pout evident on his face.

"ou..." y/n retracts away, closer to winter, "who is this man..."

"okay fuck you too."

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Kung Lao × Raiden

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little warning ; gay yaoi men who are scared of commitment n losing each other, probably out of character writing, tooth-rot fluff, accidental confession

prompt request by ; @karl00sz (tysm)

art in the middle is by ; @novicedraws

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“ You're the number one in my heart. „

Raiden is usually in control of the amulet, knowing his limits and always trying to push through and unlock something new, or that's what he thought. He didn't mean to, he didn't mean to almost shock his best friend to death, he didn't mean to go too rough.

But yet when Kung Lao insisted that he was fine, he couldn't help but carry the weight of guilt on him, knowing that he caused those bruises and scars on the man's body.

"When will you get that taken care of?" Raiden asked as they just finished their training, the bruise on Kung Lao's body never left, it's getting concerning. "It's fine, it'll rub off in a week, I already rinsed it in water." Kung Lao shrugged off as he tried cracking his shoulders and neck. Raiden stayed silent before he stood up from the bench. "It seems like not." Raiden told him as he crossed his arms and observed the stance Kung Lao has on.

Ever since that incident, Kung Lao has been sloppy, his balance is not as good as usual. Raiden sighed before he tried to reason with the man who was trying to fix his razor hat. "Lao, at least let me help, it'll reduce the amount of time you have to wait, it could last weeks, months, and you won't be able to train properly."

Kung Lao's eyebrows furrowed softly, before he looked up from the razored hat to face his 'best friend'. Seeing Raiden's concern and worry plastered on his face, he decided to just let Raiden win this one. Kung sighed softly before speaking up. "Sure, we can go to the medbay, the monks can patch me up, happy?" Raiden stayed silent as he nodded, but the change in his face was an obvious answer to Kung Lao, the look of satisfaction and delighted, and a relived look in his eyes, makes Kung Lao slightly weak on his knees.

Raiden just gave him a quick nod before he followed Kung Lao behind to the medbay. They didn't have any conversation, they just stayed quiet as they went. When Kung Lao slides the door open, no one was there. "They aren't here yet, guess we'll come back next time." Kung Lao said before he walked in and looked around, making sure there wasn't actually anyone.

Raiden stayed silent, ‘next time’ won't happen and he knows it, if they aren't here, then he will. Raiden quickly then took his surroundings. "Sit down." Raiden told Kung Lao, the man raised an eyebrow before sitting on the seat nearby. "Raiden, we can wait, it'll take a few hours, or minutes, depending on their break."

"Let me help you."

"Rairai, you don't have-"

"Let. Me."

Kung Lao could hear every emphasized word in that short sentence, so he stayed put as Raiden searched through the cabinet. Kung Lao watched his every move, softly mesmerized by the look of him, how did he get someone like Raiden in his life? let alone be his friend, it's impossible for Raiden to feel like that for him, it seems unrealistic and hopeless to even think about it. ‘Kung Lao? dating Raiden, Earthrealm's champions, the thunder god, yeah, no. It won't work.’

While he was getting patched, it was, quiet, too quiet for his liking, so he decided to teasingly ask. "Why are you even doing this? Don't you have anything else important to do, Thunder god?"

But he didn't get a word out of Raiden, but he watched Raiden stop midway bandaging him up. Kung Lao was slightly confused now, why is Raiden stopping?"

"I was..."

"..worried."

Kung Lao huffed, relieved, he was always like this, since childhood, worried about him. When Kung Lao was about to say some snarky comeback, Raiden spoke up again.

"I was scared, when I electrocuted you, I watched you squirm, yelped and gasped in pain, I was scared, that I might lose you, when the medics took too long to come over..I had a weight of guilt, I still do, I went too rough with you, I apologize, for making you, hurt, I wouldn't know what to do without you, I love you too much for you to die on me so easily, and over my careless actions."

Kung Lao stayed silent as he began processing the man's word, ‘he was scared, he had a weight of guilt, he wouldn't know what to do with me..and..wait..did he say he loves me?’

"Did you, just confess to me?" Kung Lao asked him aloud, wanting him to confirm his words, instead of Raiden just love bombing him, he wouldn't want that.

Raiden stayed silent before he slowly nodded, and finally looked ahead to look at him. "Yeah, I guess." Raiden murmured before he confirmed it. "I truly do love you." Kung Lao had a soft red tint covering his cheeks as he stayed silent, ‘holy fuck..it's, mutual.’

"Oh Raiden, you don't know how long I waited for you to say that." Kung Lao said happily before he moved his body to face him and hugged him tightly, burying his face against his shoulder as he sighs in relief, knowing his months or years of pinning was worth it after all.

Raiden stayed silent, letting the injured man hug him, but he couldn't help but let a gentle smile out before he slowly put his arms around him and tightened his grip around him. This wasn't some dream, it was reality, a reality they both could live in together, in harmony, and in each others arms.

[mintwithchoco]

[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"

LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Choerry x LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Jinsoul x Male Reader

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"Come ooooon, oppa! It'll be quick, I promise!" Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.

"With this much stuff?" you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight. 

"Don't worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we'll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?" Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm. 

Goodness, she's so cute!

You sighed. "Last stop, then we're heading home." 

Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim's impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.

"Get ready to take your photo!"

"Woah hold on—" 

"Say cheese!"

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Yerim's heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It's been about ten minutes and still, she couldn't stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.

"Are you done Yerim?" you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.

The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.

"Sorry, sorry, I just can't get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!" Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago. 

They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.

"Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!" you exclaimed.

"Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie's probably waiting for us at home."

You looked at your wristwatch. "Oof, yeah, it's already ten. Let's hurry then, we don't want the tiger to show its fangs again!" 

Yerim giggled. "That was unnie's fault! She didn't tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-"

As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you're not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.

The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.

"Unnie!" Yerim shrieked out like she hadn't seen Jinsol for days.

“Jeez, you're so loud! You were only out for two hours!” 

“And that’s enough for me to miss you!" Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.

"Bro, that's cringe," Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.

You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim's embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you're not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she's done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn't listen.

That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn't feel too quiet with these two hanging around.

After cleaning a bit of Jinsol's work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices. 

"Stop getting onto my back, you're heavy!" Jinsol exclaimed. 

Yerim whined, "Ah, you're so mean unnie!" 

Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.

“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?” 

“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!” 

“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.

“You could just have a few to make more space, I don't mind! I can buy more!” 

“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-” 

You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?” 

Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!” 

“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.” 

"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!"

As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn't hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it's been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don't want to add social life to the list. 

"Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things." Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.

"Later, I haven't finished filtering it." 

Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'filter' with her fingers.

"It means making the notes more readable for me."

"Mhm, that's why I like borrowing his notes! It's soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul's slides!" Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.

"Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?" Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.

"Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this." Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.

"With a certain… professor perhaps?" Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, I thought we were done with that!" you groaned.

"Doesn't help when you're the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!" 

Jinsol was baffled once again with Yerim's statement, clearly showing her boomer attitude. She then asked,  "How come that I don't know about this?"

"What the— you didn't know unnie?! It was hot shit in our class! It's like this…" Yerim then continued to ramble all about the embarrassing incident you had with the aforementioned professor with Jinsol who was weirdly interested. 

Please, just end me now. 

An hour has passed. Your ears were traumatized with Yerim's story and Jinsol laughter. What an eventful dinner, you thought to yourself. The three of you were finishing up on your dinner, mainly Yerim having to finish her cakes. 

"Ooh ooh, do you both have anything to do after this?" Yerim excitedly asked.

You and Jinsol looked at each other before answering, "No, not really. Jinx!"

Yerim's eyes brightened up. "How about we do something together tonight? It's been a while you know!"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked.

Yerim thought to herself for a while, before her ears perked. She then quickly ran to her room. 

"I still can't believe you rejected Ms. Saerom." Jinsol said, giggling quietly right after. You just shook your head in response.

Not long after, Yerim jumped out of her room and hopped towards the living room with a box in hand. "How about a game… of Monopoly?!"

You and Jinsol stared blankly at the box that Yerim held up in the air. 

"I've got notes to filter." you said, and at the same time, Jinsol answered, "I gotta clean the toilet."

"Hey! You guys are no fun!" Yerim pouted, making both of you laugh out loud. "Come on now, both of you! Do you guys wanna play or not?"

You patted on the floor, signaling Yerim to sit down. "Alright alright, let's play. Sorry about that." 

Yerim smiled and sat down beside you. You cleaned up the table, threw away all the food packages and cans while Yerim and Jinsol prepared the board game. Once you got back to the living room, Yerim and Jinsol were already counting the game's money.

"Oppa, which one do you want?" Yerim asked you to choose between the five tokens. With no thought in mind, you just picked one that resembles a hat. Jinsol then gave you the money for the game.

"Let's do rock paper scissors to decide our turn!" Yerim suggested.

"No no no, let's go by age." Jinsol declined Yerim's suggestion, in which she replied back with a head shake.

"Not fair, because you get to go first!" 

"It doesn't change how the game plays!"

"The first player usually has a higher advantage to win!"

"And the first few Monopoly players went by age to play!" 

"So then what? I'm not falling for your tricks again, unnie!" Before Yerim could press Jinsol further, your expression caught her eyes. The "I'm so done" expression on your face said it all — it's the girl's battleground and you have no right to speak. She immediately ended the argument as she doesn't want you to feel left out. "Y-You know what, oppa, you go first."

"Eh? So suddenly?" Yerim nods her head.

"Well, if you say so. I'm still gonna win though!" Jinsol surrendered as well. A bit odd this time since it usually ended up with either one of them winning, but you couldn't care any less. You started off the game as Yerim gave you the two dices, and it marked the starting point to an endless night.

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Yerim was sweating. Not because it was hot, and not because of the beer she drank. It's because of her current situation. Two hours have passed, and her roommate has been on the road to taking the win for the game. Almost all the entire property on the board was owned by him, and it is clearly shown by how much money he has on hand. 

"It's your turn noona." he said after buying a hotel on one of his properties. 

"Man, this sucks." Jinsol whined and rolled the dice. Both of the dice showed a three — she landed on her own property! A silent "Yes!" was heard from her lips before she made her move on the board.

"That won't last for long." he teased Jinsol who just gave a sigh out of relief.

"You mean my luck? The one that won't last that long is your money! Your turn Yerim!" Jinsol fought back and took a sip of her can of beer, her words are as striking as an anime protagonist.

Throughout all of this, Yerim was lost in thought. Two things were running around her mind — her game and her crush. On the board, she was at the worst place, where any move she made was guaranteed to land on his property. Unless she rolls an exact number of 11 on the dice, she would have to pull a Chance Card. Her money was also running out, so if she got unlucky, the only option for her was to declare bankruptcy and lose, or plan B. 

"Yah, what's taking you so long?" Jinsol snapped Yerim out of her trance. She was shaking up the dice inside her hands for almost a minute.

"Oh, sorry! H-Here goes nothing!" Yerim released the dice and it rolled to a number of five— 

Come on, come on, come onnnn! 

—and a four, totalling up for a nine. 

Yerim was stunned. Amidst the laughter from Jinsol, she needed to think and act quickly. Is she about to lose to this board game that gives her no benefit, or take a chance that she'll probably regret in a long time if it goes wrong? 

Fuck it, it's plan B!

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"Come on Yerimie, make your move~" you teased Yerim. Finally, this game is gonna end soon. I really need to sleep.

You noticed that Yerim's eyes were calm and her lips had a bittersweet smile — an expression that you knew very well. You and Jinsol call it the "I accept my fate" look and because of its rarity, you were a bit weirded out by her behavior. Especially that she had a bit of alcohol too. Typically at this point, she would whine about going to lose.

Yerim moved her token while counting down, "One, two, three, four,-" she stopped for a while, and continued, "-five, six, seven, eight, and nine." 

"Well, well, well, looks like it's gonna be between the two of us now, noon—"

"Hold on!" Yerim cuts you off, the loudness of it shocked Jinsol.

"Ow, my goddamn ear— you've lost Yerim! What else can you do?" Jinsol groaned.

"There's… something that I can do." 

"Like what, taking a loan—" Jinsol's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Without any hesitation, Yerim placed a hand on your shoulder, got closer to your face and connected both of your lips together. Jinsol's "Ehh?!'' was useless to Yerim's ear as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, you just eased into the kiss, instead of freaking out. Possibly because the beer has seeped into your brain, immobilizing you from denying her sudden action.

"Fuck my ass."

“Wha—“

The simple kiss then elevated to a make out, with Yerim acting as the guide to both of your tongues, twirling against one another. Your consciousness returns after a few seconds, realizing the state that you were in. As Yerim was pulling you in by the waist, sliding her hands under your shirt and feeling your body with her fingers, you begin to resist the fall into temptation— she's your roommate for heaven's sake!

Curse you, alcohol!

Yerim noticed how you were flinching around, obviously denying her actions. Putting a halt to the slightly forced make out, she smirked and whispered softly into your ear, "Don't worry oppa, I'm not drunk. I just wanna pay my rent."

"B-But Yerim, don't you think we should uhh…" Look beside you, and Jinsol was still there, with an annoyi— Wait, she's smiling?

"Don't mind me, just go on ahead." Jinsol said while getting up. "Don't go too rough on my Yerim, you hear me?" You nod slightly in response.

Jinsol then quickly made her way to the toilet, leaving both you and Yerim alone in the living room with your mouths open. 

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Jinsol closed the toilet door behind her and leaned against it. She bit her lips desperately — it has been a while since she'd seen a view so hot, especially when it's her two hot roommates. 

Jinsol once mentioned that she doesn't like both of her roommates in a romantic manner. In fact, she has taken an interest in someone else and made a lot of progress with them. However, when it comes to her sexual desires, no one truly knows how much Jinsol craves to get a good fucking, and she's not really picky about the details.

Fuck, how she just pulled him into it is so hot! Where did Yerim learn how to do that?

Jinsol lets her intrusive thoughts win as her hands slipped under her shorts and underwear, reaching towards her already warm pussy. A gulp down her throat, and she was half naked in an instant. 

This is so wrong. What if they found out that I'm touching myself to them fucking?

Her denial was thrown out of the window as Jinsol's ear caught Yerim's low moans, letting her imagination run wild. It can't be helped that she has seen both her roommates in only their underwear once, so she only has to fill in the missing details. Hesitation was evident in her eyes but as Yerim’s moans become more vocal, it breaks her out of the shell of anxiety.

A quick one wouldn't hurt.

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"I'm paying with my ass, oppa. Fuck my ass until you're satisfied."

Once the toilet door was heard closing, you both wasted no time making out once again. Being the fuel of this fire, Yerim tugged onto your shirt and moved herself to sit on your lap. You didn't back down however, as lust has taken over you, by grabbing her plump ass. The shorts that she's wearing were tantalizing at best. Her milky thighs were wrapped around your waist, evidently driving you nuts with a tent already forming in your pants.

"I've been waiting for this moment, oppa. You don't know how many times I've touched myself to you." Yerim words sent shivers down your spine, and more of it came right after as she pressed her lower body onto yours, letting you feel the warmth of her core. It seemed that Yerim did her research properly beforehand as she got out a small bottle of lube from the pocket of her shorts and placed it aside.

"Holy fuck, Yerim." Your head fell onto Yerim's right shoulder, enjoying the constant dopamine. You guide her hips by her ass, creating delicious frictions on each other's crotch. Whimpers and moans filled the room quickly, body temperatures were rising rapidly, and your undergarments were getting wet.

Yerim bit her lips, and with it came her anticipation. “Mmm, I knew that you were big after all oppa.” 

Your hands did a quick work of taking away Yerim's shorts. Her moans grew louder as you were now free to fondle her bare ass. Your fingers slipped under her thin panties and were met with heat and slick, which further enthralled Yerim. The tip of your middle finger trailed down in between her ass and grazed over her pussy.

"Mmfh, that's it oppa! Touch me more!" 

While Yerim undid your pants and underwear, you rubbed her vagina in circles, making sure she stayed wet and warm. Your cock plopped out, and throbbed with each sway of Yerim's hips. She then squeezed some lube on her hands and spread it all along your length to prepare you. Yerim begged and whimpered for you to put it in her ass as soon as you guided the tip of your cock so she could feel you fully.

“Please oppa, put that big fucking cock inside me! Please please please please ple— Ngh!" Yerim yelped as you smacked her butt hard.

"Shut up."

You rubbed your cock on her dripping pussy for a while, making sure that it was fully lubed up before penetrating the tight hole. Only the tip was inside her, but it gave such an intense reaction that both of your bodies jerked. Your hips lifted itself upwards slowly, and with it came a loud groan and your shaft getting deeper into Yerim.

When you successfully conquered her asshole’s resistance, Yerim wailed, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her face buried into the crook of your neck. Worriness seeped in as you felt a sudden wetness on your neck and Yerim breathing in and out profusely.

"You okay?" 

“Sorry… this is… my first time.” Yerim said in between breaths.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Uhh, okay, I’ll pull out—”

Yerim suddenly sank her hips deeper into you, making you both moan and jerk once again. “Oppa, please… I’m okay. I like it.” She bit her lips again, her body reacting to each throb of you inside her, before reassuring you, “I’m yours for the— mmh! For the night. Treat me however you— fuuuuck~! Treat me however you want, please!” 

Though you were hesitant, your body said the exact opposite as your hips began thrusting upwards. Both of your hands were on Yerim's sinful waist to guide the rhythm of your thrusts. There's too much for you to focus on — Yerim's lustful sounds, the tightness of her asshole, the delicious jiggles of her thighs, the alluring scent of her soothing fragrance, the way her frame perfectly fits with yours — it was all too perfect.

"Oh, fuck, Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah!" 

"Ahhh, oppa! You like my ass oppa? You like fucking this tight little hole?" 

Never have you nodded so quickly to a statement so true. The pressure that has been boiling up inside you was too much for you to handle already. But it looks like your playmate is already close to her peak, given by the mix of extreme pleasure that you're giving her.

Her body began trembling violently, followed by some incoherent curse words from her mouth and the spreading wetness on both of your crotches. Not caring how she is still induced in her orgasm, you pulled Yerim closer to your embrace as you chased your own as well. Enhanced by the feeling of her ample breasts covered by only her shirt on your chest, it was easier said than done.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yerim-ah! Yerim-ah!"

Yerim gained a sense of herself and screamed,"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Drain your balls inside this fucking ass oppa!"

The thrusting stopped after a while. One last scream of Yerim's name triggers the first burst of semen inside her. The second one fired deep inside her and it went along with her own orgasm once again. When the third and final shot was done, your cum seeped out of the tight hole, showing you how much you have filled your renter. 

As your cock softened and freed itself, both of your bodies fell to the ground, drained by how intense you were. Together panting heavily and catching your breath, you both giggled after finally waking up to the euphoric high. 

"Sooo, did I pay my rent oppa?" Yerim asked with an endearing smile.

You chuckled, swooning on the inside because of how cute she is, even in a messy state. "Yes, yes you did." 

"Hehe, great! Oh yeah, Jinsol unnie is still in the toil— " Yerim was then interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bathroom. 

You both got up quickly and looked at each other, confused by the sudden noise. Upon closer inspection with your ears, the scream turned itself into a desperate moan.

A devious smirk was painted on Yerim's face. "Oppa, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"

You nodded. Yerim stood up and handed out her hand to help you get up on your foot. Now in front of the door to the toilet, Yerim slowly opened it a little until a view was clear to her eyes.

"Ahh, fuck! Oh my god! I'm 'bout to cum! Ahh!" 

Sitting inside the spacious bathtub was none other than Jinsol — bottomless, moaning away without a care to the world and furiously fingering herself to climax. Her eyes were closed as well, so it gave you and Yerim the advantage to sneak inside without her noticing. The mischievous girl then carefully stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other end. Simultaneously, you were getting hard again by the sight of Jinsol masturbating and Yerim taking off her clothes.

Yerim began drawing near towards the opposite end, fully naked and ready to surprise her horny unnie. She bit her lips and grabbed onto Jinsol’s hand, “Aww, poor Jinsol unnie, touching herself alone in the washroom.”

Jinsol’s eyes were wide open in an instant. Her face flushed with embarrassment, froze upon seeing Yerim in front of her and you who was casually stroking your cock. “Y-Yerim?! It’s not what it looks lik—”

Yerim shuts Jinsol up with a forceful deep kiss. The forced one was resisting at first, but eventually fell into this trap of temptation laid down by Yerim. As they got up on their knees, Yerim removed Jinsol’s top, revealing her slim yet toned figure. Your excess cum from earlier begins collecting itself on your tip as you witness the two girls desperately touching each other while locking their lips together.

A gulp down your throat and soon enough, you took off your own shirt and left it on the tile floor. Yerim noticed how entranced you were and suddenly thought of an idea to spark things up. “Don’t just stand there, oppa. Join us."

It needed only two steps for you to be right in front of your two roommates, your cock flaunting itself hard and proud, close to Jinsol’s face. After exchanging a few more kisses, Yerim switched her focus towards you by stroking you gently, making Jinsol watch in awe as you throbbed under her touch. She then brought the tip close to Jinsol’s lips, letting your cum stain them. 

“Go on, noona. Seems like he’s begging for you to suck it.” Yerim took the words right out of your mouth. 

Before you know it, Jinsol’s tongue swirled around your shaft, gathering the sweet nectar flowing out of your slit. You threw your head back as she then engulfed your cockhead, sucking on it to taste more. At the same time, Yerim continued her gentle handjob and started to fondle your balls as well, stimulating it once again close to orgasm.

“Deeper, unnie. Yes, that’s it.” Yerim praised and patted Jinsol on the head.

You can feel Jinsol getting further down as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock, until the tip of it reaches your balls. Both of you moan audibly with both desires finally being fulfilled. You summarized that Jinsol definitely had some experience, judging by how steady and rhythmic her blowjob is. Her cheeks then hollowed, giving your cock a powerful vacuum suck.

After a few more bobs, Jinsol took her time to breathe and jerked you off. Yerim also gave some support to Jinsol’s handiwork by spitting some saliva onto your shaft, letting it spread all over. She gave quick licks on your slit and beamed over the taste of you. Meanwhile, on your side, your eyes were just glued to the two working for your pleasure. To this day, you never even foresaw this sight to ever happen in real life. 

Jinsol then spoke out of the blue. “Get inside. I.. I need you.”

So fucking needy.

At last, the bathtub was filled as you positioned yourself behind Jinsol, making sure your shaft was almost in between her thighs. Jinsol moaned into Yerim’s mouth as you fondled her cute tits and tweaked her erect nipples. 

“You’re so cute, noona. Whimper for us more.” you whispered into her ear and planted a few kisses on her shoulders.

Jinsol was pinned by the two of you playing around with her body, diffusing pheromones all over. Her hips squirmed as Yerim picked up where she left off earlier, teasing her wet pussy and you rubbing your tip on her asshole. 

"Put it inside, oppa. Unnie must be dying to feel you." 

With Yerim's guidance, you break Jinsol even more, entering her back door. Thankfully, the lube on your cock hasn't dried up too much, so it wasn't really painful, given by how tight Jinsol was. She was on par with Yerim in terms of tightness, but hers felt more warmer. 

"Ahh! Yerim, he's so big!" Jinsol exclaimed, holding onto Yerim in desperation. She basically melted in Yerim's arms when you began thrusting from tip to hilt, which made Yerim smile. She loved seeing her unnie in full ecstasy as it turned her on a lot. 

"Take it all in unnie. Don't resist." Yerim whispered into Jinsol's ear. She then grabbed the back of Jinsol's head and slowly guided it down her crotch while she laid down on the bathtub. Jinsol knew immediately what to do after seeing Yerim's glistening pussy. 

A few licks in, and Yerim began squirming already. Her sensitivity heightened by the clear sight in front of her — her two older roommates having sex. Jinsol moved on to finger Yerim after having a taste of her core to release her expression being fucked.

"Fuck fuck fuck, harder!" 

You obliged, increasing the pace of your thrusts into Jinsol. Her body wobbles deliciously when your crotch hits hers, signifying how hard you're messing her up. It gets even more intense when you're witnessing the two pretty girls making out and pleasuring one another right in front of you.

The three of you were full of sweat, exhaustion finally seeped into your bodies. A game night that turned into a wild sex night surely wasn't in your agenda, but you were glad now that it was. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck!!!!" 

Jinsol let out a loud scream, her back arched and her legs trembled violently. The oldest one in the room orgasms before the two of you could even reach your own, given by how she's receiving double the pleasure. Her slick leaked out of her empty pussy, staining your crotch and Yerim's midriff. 

Not long after, the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, your balls pressuring itself to release the tension. You then release yourself from Jinsol's confines and stroke yourself into your climax. A loud groan left your mouth, and alongside it came spurts after spurts of your semen. Two shots landed onto Jinsol's ass, while the last three covered Yerim's vagina.

Yerim was the only one who had yet to reach her own peak. As the first person who noticed it, you grab onto Yerim's waist and plunge yourself deep into her slit while your cock is still hard. Under Jinsol's body who was calming down after her high, Yerim replied to your action with a deafening scream and continued to do so as you thrust deep into her womb. 

"Fuuuuuuuck oppa! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

The first thrust. Yerim's body shook violently. The second thrust. Her legs gave out. The final thrust. Yerim's eyes rolled back. The plugged hole was leaking out with Yerim's juices and eventually, squirting so hard that it pushed your cock out by itself. A series of pleasure cries left Yerim's lips, not caring how she's deafening Jinsol who was still on top of her. 

You laid your back on the other side of the bathtub, gasping for air due to the lack of breath. Tonight's events were exhausting to the body, yet pleasuring at the same time. You then got out of the bathtub slowly and sat on the tile floor, close to the two girls who were basically cuddling each other, not caring how sweaty they were.

"You both okay?" you asked. Jinsol then gets off of Yerim and rests her arms by the edge of the bathtub, facing towards you. Putting her hand on your shoulder, she replied with a thumbs up. 

"I'm fucking drained bro. Thanks for that." Jinsol said, and both of you giggled.

"T-Thanks oppa. It was amazing." Yerim said weakly. 

"Can you get up?" you asked Yerim. Meanwhile, Jinsol was already out of the bathtub and finding her pile of clothes. 

"No. I just wanna.. lay down here… just for a while…"

"Alright. I'll be here until you're okay."

"Okay, thanks oppa…" Yerim then drifts off to sleep almost instantly.

Both you and Jinsol smiled, looking at how cute Yerim was sleeping in the bathtub. Jinsol then left the toilet to sleep in her own room after wearing her clothes and wishing you a good night. You can't stand looking at poor Yerim sleeping uncomfortably inside the cold bathtub, so you carried her all the way to her own room and let her rest on her bed. After covering her with a blanket, you left the room silently.

"Nighty night, Yerim."

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a/n; thank you so much for the commission fellow anon! i spent waaaaay too long on this (seriously, it took almost a whole goddamn year 💀💀) so again, i would like to apologize for that. and because of that, i decided to make the fic a little longer than what they have requested as a lil bonus for the wait. oh, i also hopped onto the jav title trend with this but honestly, i think i failed LMAO

it was a rough process due to my hectic schedule, but i'm glad that i made it through. after all, this is my first commission so i'm still learning as i go through. i just really hope that you're satisfied with the end product as i have poured a lot of time and effort into writing this to make it worth your money. :)

talking about commissions, i will be opening them again soon once i'm ready so be sure to be on the lookout! as always, big thanks to my bros Byakko and @sinswithpleasure for the beta read help! thank you for reading and have a good nu- i mean day! ♥

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