#working hard to get this in full swing and excited to see how it goes!

[aquacomet]

A surprise present appears before you! There is the sound of excited giggling coming from within. Would you open it?

September 21st is coming up which means it's time to prepare the cake, grab those party hats and celebrate Sun and Moon's birthday as the Reveal-versary magma collab returns! 🎉

This year there will be two boards! One board will be the party room where you can join Sun and Moon to celebrate at the cake table while the second will be a themed board featuring two smaller bots that seem oddly familiar.

What is this year's special theme you wonder? Well... that will be a surprise until the day the event begins!

Curious on more about the collab? Here's a mini FAQ below!

What is Magma? Magma is a website you can load from your browser to draw with other artists on the same canvas/board in real time.

What is a Reveal-versary? Reveal-versary for when your indecisive between anniversary, reveal date or birthday! In this case it's a time to celebrate Sun and Moon!

What is the Revealversary collab? It's a collaborative event made up of two magma boards (canvases) where artists can add a character (or/and some decor) of their own!

Will there only be the collab boards? Like last year there will be some separate casual boards for those who just want to doodle for fun.

How long will the collab be open to draw in? The collab is initially aimed to be open for 1 week from posting time, after the week has passed the final result will be posted here!

Are there examples of what to expect? Yep! I hosted this same event in 2023 here and more recently for Ruin Eclipse day back in May!

Where will I be able to access it? The boards will be accessible through a post here from the day of opening! The event will also be posted in the @daycarefriendpickup's discord magma channel on the day! (Big thanks to the DFPU's mods for this!)

[reignpage]

He Gave Me The (Eww)

Content: things the jjk men do that give you the ick, hard read fr, brutally honest, second hand embarrassment, don't tell me they wouldn't...you know they would...they're just men after all

Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

Satoru

Tells jokes he thinks are hilarious and repeats them when no one laughs. Even explains them. Looks to you to laugh too with manic eyes, begging, pleading. Might even throw in a, ‘Tough crowd, amirite?’

Gets ignored in the group chat and will keep spamming until he gets the attention he wants.

Tries to get discounts at any and every store by flashing a grin and using those baby blues to charm the sales assistant. Shoots his shot with men too. It rarely works and when he gives them his black AMEX card, the sales assistants always get a look in their eyes like, ‘Seriously?’

Sings the chorus too early and plays it off by trailing and then coming in at the right part. Goes, ‘Ay…ay….ay, YEA– oh… ahahah…ay…ayy… yeahhhh…’

Suguru

Spits when he talks. He gets into these long rants about monkeys and whatever so he doesn’t even notice when the person he’s talking to discreetly wipes off the fat droplet. 

You’ve seen him going on spiels to random people, gets so into it that he also doesn’t realise they’ve walked away. Would play it off by taking his phone out and going, ‘Alright, talk to you later.’

Or, he'll say a snarky comment to someone out of nowhere and they didn't even hear him, caught by surprise, so they just awkwardly laugh and hope he doesn't follow up.

Super rude to servers at restaurants you take him to. Clicks his fingers. Confronts those moody teenagers working part time and says, ‘Why don’t you smile? You’ll look so much more friendly if you do.’

Wears open toed sandals everywhere. Dawgs out for free, toenails unclipped and ever so slightly yellow. Could probably cut a bitch.

Choso

At a group setting, a picture might be getting shown around and he isn't being shown the picture. He will say, ‘Can I see? Hey, you missed me. I wanna see. What’s so funny? Guys, come on, I didn’t see. Hey!’

When everyone else is in pairs or groups talking, he’ll go on his phone and open the Weather or Calculator app to pretend he’s doing something important. His phone is on full brightness so everyone can see he’s not actually texting anyone.

Gets left on read quite often. Will double text anyone and everyone. Triple texts even. Asks, ‘You aren’t ignoring me, are you?’ 

Invites himself to functions. If someone mentions a party or a visit to a museum, for example, with their friends, he’ll say, ‘That sounds fun. That’s at 3pm? I’m free. See you there!’

Toji

Boy oh boy where to begin…

Does the broke boyfriend hug. Swings you side to side too and gives you a kiss on the head, talking bout, ‘I’ll get the next one on payday, ma.’

Flashes his ass crack when he climbs out of the car. 

Might even have skid marks.

Asks to remove the service charge off the bill, doesn’t tip no matter how great the server is, and probably puts his own hair in the food to comp the meal. Will even flash you a wink like he’s finessed the system.

Will fart and burp in front of you unashamedly. Doesn’t care how stinky it is. Laughs when you cover your nose. Won’t lie, he probably loves pulling a Dutch Oven on you. Peak comedy for him. 

Shows up to his kid’s school events in his bum ass outfit and goes straight to the food table. It could be his university graduation and everyone’s in their pretty dresses and sharp suits, he will be in a Uniqlo heattech and grey joggers with a stain on it. 

Finds a crumb on his shirt, doesn’t know what it is or how long it’s been there. Will eat it anyway.. 

You point to a bouquet of flowers or a cake you want, excited and wanting to buy it. He'll look at the price and very loudly complain, 'That's how much? The hell? Nah, we're not getting that. If you want flowers, I can pick some up from a park for free.'

Kento

Still gets embarrassed about farting or taking a shit around you. Will make a lame excuse to exit the room like, ‘Oh, sweetheart, I think I left a light on in the next room.’ Doesn’t realise that the walls aren’t that thick and you can hear his adorable toot. If you ask him if he’s okay because he’s taking a while in the bathroom, he’ll lie and say, ‘No, dear, I’m alright. Just fixing a light bulb in here. I’ll be out in a minute.’ The type to not realise you can quite literally smell the evidence after. 

Will throw random slang and use it wrong. ‘You already ate? That’s slaying me.’ Or, ‘She cheated on her boyfriend? That’s so cunt of her. Please don’t entertain her anymore.’

Has built up a reputation to you as being all-knowing. Likes that you ask him first before Google. But when you ask him a question he doesn't know the answer to, he make some sort of distraction so he can go on his phone, find out the answer and give it to you like he knew all along.

Reads so much but often comes across words he knows the meaning of but has never heard anyone actually say. Mispronounces them. Says 'studious' as 'study-yus.' Or 'albeit' as 'al-bayt.'

Sukuna

Crashes out so often that he sometimes mistakenly gets upset for no reason. A servant will ask if you want a drink, assumes they’re talking to him and gets grumpy. ‘I already said no. Can you hear?’ When informed, he’ll tsk to cover up he’s ever so slightly embarrassed but everyone can see his ears going red. If he hears a single snicker though, he’s airing out the room.

Even when you tell him it’s okay and he doesn’t have to, he’ll join in on group dates just because he gets FOMO lowkey. Will stand there menacingly and so super out of place he actually looks like he’s stalking the group. Makes everyone feel awkward and tense. 

Children get so scared of him that he’s been escorted out of premises before. You have to join him, apologising to everyone, otherwise he’ll kill all of your friends. Like children will full on start sobbing and hyperventilating and you’re ashamed to tell your friends he’s actually not allowed within a certain radius of a school. Their mind goes to the worst places.

[bbokicidal]

[SKZ] When you're included in a SKZCODE episode

i made this before the front desk at work tried to take me out so yall can have it now since my brain is rattled n chunky.

Genre: Fluff Pairing: OT8 x Reader Warnings: Lino's pics aren't from the episode I put bc I couldn't find any, sorry!

SFW Masterlist | NSFW Masterlist

Chan: Episode: Winter is Coming [Ep 1 & 2]

Pouts when he finds out he has to try and stop you from getting the flag up and down the hill in record time because he wants you to win,,, duh.

But it doesn't stop him from absolutely ramming a ball of snow into the back of your head (on accident)

Laughs at the way the boys try to stop you with their bodies and the way you fearlessly bodyslam them in an attempt to win the game

Almost dies of laughter at seeing you spin in circles and then try to attack the poor balloon - only for it to fly away and disqualify you

Buys you hot chocolate after the shoot is over and cuddles up with you to keep warm after being outside in the snow all day <3

Minho: Episode: The Ultimate SKZCODE Recap [Ep 69-70]

Has to hide his giggles at your poor presenting of the boys' awards

And how bad they are at guessing the right answers to the quiz questions

Gets all blushy when you announce him for any award and shies away when you run to the audience to sit down and cheer so loudly for him

Ends up trying to bribe you for answers to the quiz questions by winking and blowing you kisses from his table

Until he's called out by Jisung, at least

Changbin: Episode: SKZ-ARY TOWN [Ep 57-68

Cannot hide his laughter at the way you fail at bobbing for apples

But then loses his shit jumping around and yelling "That's my baby!!" when you manage to get a few and tie with Felix for first place

Tries to bribe the staff to give him the same amount of points as you since you're dating

Tells you to do the first position in the relay game but quickly switches with you when he realizes you almost fly away with Chan and Minho trying to restrict your running with the band

He's literally bouncing around with how good you are at the mini games and ends up putting you on the toast-toss station because you're the only team member who doesn't suck

Hugs you so tight when you win the game and swings you around in his arms just because he's so excited

Hyunjin: Episode: Go! Poolside SKZ [Ep 57-58]

Has the time of his life seeing you and Jisung run and dive in together because you lost rock paper scissors

Asks for you to not be on his team because he doesn't trust your ability in the water games as if he's any better himself

Ends up accidentally hitting you with the ball a few times and immediately apologizes, then allows you to throw it at him once on purpose as revenge

Just about loses it on Seungmin when he flips over your tube like Chan did with Felix, then yells for staff to disqualify him

But he's just as brutal because in the tug of war he rips your ass off of the platform and almost falls in because of how hard he's laughing at your yells of protest

Jisung: Episode: SKZ Family Returns [Ep 39-40] (He looked SO FINE in this episode good GAWD)

Has a blast flirting it up with Minho but after Seungmin starts biting back he makes a show of turning to you instead

You play his in-law technically - Your character being Hyunjin's sibling

Everyone is in shock and making a scene of Jisung's flirtatious attitude towards you as the roleplay goes on

And they're even more surprised and making drama of it when the two of you kiss behind Hyunjin's head

He ends up sitting with his guitar and singing the 'I'm sorry' song again because of it

Almost starts fighting Seungmin at one point because he 'also wants to have an affair with you' as a joke

Felix: Episode: Bedtime Bingo Hell [Ep 55-56]

Watching him yell about how he's bronze is what makes you laugh the most

He has a blast watching you try to do the pillow air-bowling but gawks when you manage to knock a few down and then yells about how you're his and how he's so proud

He's full of giggles when you hop on the whoopie cushion

And he's full of playful rage when Changbin is called 'the one with the prettiest butt' so he begins an argument that yours is way prettier

Also almost loses his shit when you come in second for the loudest fart

He's proud but at what cost

Seungmin: Episode: Fall Field Day [Ep 59-60]

Cries at seeing you in the raw chicken blow up costume and takes a picture before making it his lockscreen because he thinks you're so cute

He ends up being the one to fight you on the mat and ends up losing to you

Don't let his cuteness fool you - he absolutely obliterates you in dodgeball

Can he aim? No. And Minho can't guard for shit; So you end up getting hit more than you probably should

He giggles at you running around the sidelines in an attempt to get back in the game, singing out "I'm sorry ~"

Takes videos of you running during the relay race because he just thinks it's so cute

Jeongin: Episode: Suspicious Lab [Ep 47-48]

He's supposed to be guessing voices but he hears you go, "Ahh - I sound so much different than all of you, this isn't fair!" in your high-pitched helium tone and bursts into laughter

Your experiment ended up breaking so you did Seungmin's after him, wearing the stimulation machine on one of your arms and trying to fold an airplane

He ends up taking the remote from Minho at some point because he's having too much fun with tormenting you and Jeongin can't stand it

Turns up the machine even more to see you squirm

Also cheats during the game where he had to try and ramp up your heart rate (He touches your ass to get a reaction out of you) and then denies it in a fit of laughter when you call him out to the staff

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[writingwisterias]

lmao How do you think Leon's eras would react to a reader who is ovulating and she simply wants to be with him all the time? 😔😔

Oh he loves a challenge of his stamina...

Warnings: Smut,MDNI, Creampies, Soft Dom!Leon, Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Ovulation, Drinking, Teasing, Cow-Girl, Slight Subby Leon (implied once...Re2 ofc)

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

At first he's already tired with the whiplash of your emotions he's gone through throughout the week.

You've been pushing him away, wanting his touch to then back to pushing him away

So when he's sat on the couch and you come in dressed in his shirt and underwear, his attention is immediately taken

After all you've only been wearing bag clothes and sweats so the sudden change...is interesting

You sit on his lap and he's already twitching, he's getting real excited and you haven't even done anything

It goes the same way it always does, a heated make out sessions that then gets dragged to the bedroom where he'll spend at least an hour edging himself into your pussy because he doesn't want it to end

When it finally does and you are full with his cum, he collapses on the bed only to have you swing your leg over and drench him in the mixture of the two of you..

Leon's nervous, a more Subby headspace coming closer as you rock your hips against his sensitive cock begging yourself for another round

Who is he to refuse

RE4R:

You are normally all over him when get gets back from things but today...it was different

Its only when he catches you looking at your app that he realizes what week it is

And he delivers...

He basically becomes a doll for you that you can command to do what you need

You need to be fucked from behind? He's already thinking of the pace hes gunna use

You wanna ride him? He's in position

Its like it rubs off onto him because his cock is constantly leaking throughout the day even if you aren't doing anything

His sweats will have wet patches in the front when he thinks about how needy you are

Infinite Darkness:

Considers it a rewards for how moody you are the week before

But fucking loves trying to sedate the need

Spends the entire week trying not to cave into your advances

Watching you struggle and become a little needier everyday

Sometimes he genuinely can't help it since he's not around but he's a smug bastard and loves when your brattier side comes out

When it does he's punishing you but giving you exactly what you asked for and then some

Your pussy is spent by the end of it, a constant stream of cum leaking out of your puffy lips

He loves he extra affection after, loves it even more if you give him the extra affection when he's still plugged inside you

Damnation:

Smug bastard like ID Leon and sees how long you can go before you are practically begging to sedate your needs

Instead he finds you wrapped up in his shirt trying to use the toy you have when hes away

That just won't do

He's immediately on you helping you, plugging you with his cock and his cum

Afterwards if you are still clingy he's holding you in his lap as he drinks or watches the TV

Helping you get as close to his body as you can hopefully giving you the comfort you seek

Loves it if you are little bit shy about it, like you aren't normally this horny when it happens he smug and just treats it

Also teases you because of your embarrassment

RE6:

Vendetta:

Knows somethings up when you start wearing his favorite shirts

He'll come back from work to just you prancing around his shirts cooking his favorite meal

Its when he hugs you from behind and your nipples already start to pebble through the material as his aftershave hits you, that he realizes

Waits for you to finish dinner, waits for you to admit you want it

He can feel himself getting harder as you snuggle in closer on his lap, squirming your ass against his cock to try and rile him up

When you feel it's hard and twitching you become feral for it

He lets you, opening his legs and lifting his hips so you can take it off

Welcomes the warmth and clenches of you pussy as you sink down on him

And absolutely adores the sight of you riding him in his shirt

Your breast poking through as your back arches

Nipples staying perfectly perked up as the fabric moves over them

Willingly gives you creampies, helping you empty his balls of everything's hes got for you

Death Island:

He can see that you are hesitant to invade his space with your needs

Spying you sitting across from him on the couch, wrapped up in a black with your hand drawing lazy circles on your clit

He's drinking again, lost in thought with everything in his mind but your horiness this week is a welcomed distraction

He makes you work for it though, making you use your fingers to give yourself an orgasm before you can have his cock

Reassures you the entire time that you aren't bothering him and it's a welcomed distraction

As he gets lost in through each thrust he makes gets harder and harder

Completely gets lost in you and you get lost in him

His brain filled with the image of his fluids leaking out around him as he pulls out

Takes a break and a few more sips until you are begging for another round

To which he just smirks and drags you to the bedroom

He knew the day was coming

After all you had your most fertile day circled on the calender every month

It was his favorite day of course...a night filled with endless creampies in hopes he can finally get you pregnant

Because of that you are both like bunnies that day, he doesn't even notice you are clingier than normal

Doesn't care that there's scratches down his back where you are blissfully getting cock drunk

He loves that the breaks in-between each round gets shorter

the fact that his age is even keeping up with this amazes him

It makes him feel wanted and important with how clingy you get

Where you just need him in your space and it doesn't matter if its for sex

He always make sure to wear the all black outfits and your favorite aftershave of his just so it really gets you going

[fictoculus]

౨ৎ genshin men; love languages...

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FEAT... aether, albedo, alhaitham, ayato, childe, diluc, gorou, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, neuvillette, scara, thoma, tighnari, wriothesley, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

A/N... ohemgee kaede is back ?!! i'm sorry it's been so longggg i've really missed writing, i think i js kinda lost my spark for a bit but i should be back to posting nowww hooray !! even if i don't come backkk (since i'm not fully certain) i hope you can still enjoy these hc drabble thingies nd also my previous works, thank you ♡

✧ quality time.

he wants nothing more than to spend time with you, to smell the sweet fragrance of your perfume as it dances in the gentle breeze. he wants to watch as your hair flows gently, each strand delicately swaying back and forth, as if to mimic the way he swings his arms when his hand is holding yours. just being around you gets him all excited, though you'll never catch him actually admitting it. he has countless photos of the two of you together, each one connected with a memory that will stay with him forever. he often finds himself looking over them late at night when he's missing you, wishing you were there to hold him, or tell him about your interests, even sitting in silence would suffice. he just wants to be with you, whether that be studying, sleeping, reading, shopping, eating - he doesn't care, he'll do anything as long as it's with you..

xiao, alhaitham, aether, heizou, wriothesley + your favs

✧ gift giving.

it's almost like routine. at least once a fortnight, he comes knocking on your door with some sort of gift, stops you in the corridor with a bag full of goodies, or has a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers delivered straight to your front door when he's unable to come see you. he goes through a lot of trouble behind the scenes to get these things together for you, but it's all worth it when he sees that pretty smile light up your face, eyes glistening with pure excitement as you see whatever he's prepared for you. his eyes, on the other hand, are full of love as he sees the outcome of his hard work; your happiness is of utmost importance to him. the gifts he gives come in all different shapes and sizes, anything from a snack you'd said you'd been craving to a ridiculously expensive piece of jewellery, but you know that no matter what it is, he put so much thought and care into picking it out for you; that's what mattered to you most. even if he didn't shower you in his love this way, you wouldn't love him any less - of course you wouldn't. you care about him, not the things he gives you (though you really do appreciate them). he loves you more than words can say, and this is his way of showing it.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, neuvillette + your favs

✧ physical touch.

he's all over you. from the second you wake up to the moment you drift off to sleep. 24/7. he just can't get enough. he's practically addicted to your warmth, the softness of your skin, scars and all. it no longer comes as a surprise when you feel his arms snake around your waist from behind, or even when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek as he moulds around your figure. he can't seem to stay away from you. the second he hears your voice, or the mention of your name, even your footsteps (yes, he knows), he comes rushing over, immediately insisting on intertwining his fingers with yours. your contact is replenishing to him. no matter how tired he is or how many hardships he had to face that day, feeling you run your hands up and down his back or cup his cheeks, his mood is immediately uplifted.

itto, childe, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, kaveh + your favs

✧ words of affirmation.

"i love you" "i love you" "i love you" it's constant, over and over and over. he repeats it a thousand times, as if it's an ancient incantation, but he still doesn't think it's enough. he just wants you to know how perfect you are, how beautiful you are, how easy to love you are; he wants you to see yourself the way he sees you. he's desperate to talk about you, to tell someone how much he loves you, and who else would he tell than the person he trusts most? and so, when the two of you are finally snuggled up close, he'll whisper in your ear the most poetic words you've ever heard, trying his best to capture your essence, though to him, it always feels just out of reach. he knows he'll never be able to truly explain how he feels about you, because there are no words for that feeling he gets in his heart when he hears your voice, or lays his eyes on you, let alone thinks about you. he recites your own stories and little habits back to you as if you're a complete stranger to yourself, and honestly, you can't help but find it endearing. he loves you so much, and he always knows the perfect things to say to see that smile he treasures deep in his heart.

kazuha, xingqiu, zhongli, venti, neuvillette + your favs

✧ acts of service.

sure, he may not be so good with words, but not to worry, he makes up for it one way or another. it's the little things for him. every morning without fail, he'll pack your lunch and leave it on the kitchen counter for you, a little memo hidden inside signed off with his initials and a small doodle, as always. he'll iron your clothes and hang them in your wardrobe, all neat and tidy for when you get dressed the next day. he'll get up 15 minutes earlier than when you usually arise, cooking breakfast for you and letting the scent of crisp bacon waft into the bedroom and wake you from your slumber. he'll do anything for you, big or small; he just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

scara, thoma, alhaitham, diluc + your favs

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[flutterbabee]

would you write frank castle from punisher and ddba with a squishy lil bunny reader :3 except she’s not even good at being a bunny bc she can’t ride him without being out of breath imediately , she needs help bc she goes braindead so fast and can’t do anything herself 🥺 if not frank you could do deadpool or wolverine i’m not picky i love ur pet play posts

This is really cute! Thank you, Anon. 🩷 Sorry for the horribly long wait or if this seems ooc, I havent watched The Punisher in a bit, lol. Hope you like this despite it kinda going its own way🤞

Frank would be just so good to you; he always treats you like you're just as, if not more, fragile than glass, and he'd do this in the bedroom especially, just doing his best to be gentle with you and take on most of the work during sex. And Frank takes so much pride in how you never had to exert much at all when the two of you had sex; regardless of position or time of day, he'd find enough energy in himself for the both of you, so when you had asked to take charge when riding him, he was a little puzzled, but if that's what his girl wanted, then it's not like he's going to say otherwise. Especially seeing how convincing your droopy bunny ears and big eyes were.

So then you're kneeling over Frank, and your knees are digging into the cushion of the couch, and you're bobbing down on his cock, and it's very obvious that it's too much for you, but you want to chase your high, and despite your best efforts to ignore the shake in your legs from the overwhelming pleasure, it would eventually become too much to bear. You're becoming jumpy; you'd start fidgeting, tossing your head a bit, and swinging your floppy ears in his face. Ironically, you'd try to thump at him in your slight upset, which only caused the overwhelming feeling to encompass you more and more, which both irritated you and made you whine and buck with need.

But you keep going, and it just feels so good but so tiring, and you can feel yourself losing steam, but you can't get yourself to stop. You're in a mix of steamy bliss and irritation. Frank, being the gentleman he is, decides to help you, but it wouldn't be Frank if he wasn't being a little bit of a tease.

"You’ve got a lot of energy, huh?" You can hear his smirk through his gruff voice. It was hard enough to focus with his calloused hands lying on your hips, and with his husky voice in your ear, it was damn near impossible.

Cotton tail puckered and full of excitement, your own body betrayed you. You couldn't even be upset; it felt good, and clearly your body knew it, even if your mind was stubborn to admit it. Body glossed over in sweat and pleasure, you were practically begging for Frank to take the lead, to help his darling bunny find that sweet release. Reduced to a blissful mess, you started grabbing and kneading at his hair, looking for anything to ground yourself.

"Don't be mean, Frankie... you have to help me," you said in a pout, reluctantly announcing your need for him.

"You want help?" Frank replied in that low and steady voice; there was still a smirk in his words, but they were full of warmth. Of course he wouldn't dream of saying no to the softness found in your voice or how you looked up at him through your now messy hair. You were awaiting his answer, ears perked and all, as you laid your head on his scarred chest. Frank was wrapped around your finger, and he loved every second of taking care of his adorable cottontail gal.

[peaachypie]

Payback

Warning :

(cnc, breeding kink, uniform/masked kink, dark!Miguel, p in V, cunnilingus, lactation kink, infidelity and i think that it)

" Coach Terry has a wife ?"

Miguel raise his head, stopping what he was working on.

" mh mh ! Her name is [Y/N], she is so nice, she has a kid too ! He does a lot of.... jokes about it"

" jokes ?"

" yeah, when we don't make enough point he says something like : if i knew kid will shoot that bad i wouldn't have use this excuse to save my marriage ! "

" ... what the..."

" I don't really understand but [Y/N] is so nice with us ... and pretty !"

Gabriella says happily, preparing her bag for her soccer training.

" with his face ? She can't be that pretty."

He says with a unamused chuckle.

" dad ! Don't be a meanie ! "

She scolds him with a frown.

" i'm just being honest."

He shrugs.

" you're just jealous "

She hum with a confident smile, Miguel groan slightly but with a soft smile. He doesn't take it in a wrong way.

" shut your mouth and eat."

" aye !"

She quickly stuff her mouth with food as the big man let out a sigh.

~~

Coming out of his car, Miguel give Gabi her bag as she run out to the changing room.

He walks slowly toward the bleachers.

" um excuse me "

He raise his eyes away from his phone with a slight annoyed stare, he isn't the social type of man. But his hard face quickly fade away as your sigh. He looks up and down at you, taking a good look on your hair, face and body. Especialy body.

" yes ?"

He answers finaly, putting away his phone.

You smile kindly at him. He sees your mouth open to talk but no sound come to his ears. Too focus on staring at you.

How could Terry pull a beautifull woman like you ?

Did you really have a child with this ... thing ?

Does your nipple are hard because of the wind or ?

What ?

He frown at his own mind comment.

He isn't the type of asking himself that, or even staring at a woman body. He doesn't feel guitly too long. He couldn't stop looking at you, he couldn't stop thinking on the fact that he is so much better than Terry.

He could make you scream his name, in every position, everywhere.

He takes a deep breath, he could feel his cock throbbing against his legs.

Dammit. It's been a while since he wanted someone that bad, and he isn't really patient about those thing.

He want you so bad, he want to see you cry on his cock. He want to see you beg for his cock.

The training start and quickly come to an end. His eyes switching to Gabriella then to you. Your ass seem so soft, and your breast so full of milk. He just want to relieve you by sucking your nipple.

He groan.

" fuck..."

~~

23:05 p.m

Gabriella was already in bed, everything was calm until the city needed him, well the city needed Spiderman.

He wasn't really in the mood, he wasn't known for being the " friendly neighborhood spiderman " .

His duty end quickly, beating up vilains wasn't what he prefer to do but it took off your body out of his mind.

He swing around the building before stopping somewhere high. Looking around until he see someone getting in trouble.

You.

He doesn't have any spidersense but if he had one, it would have been so excited right now.

" please ! Someone help ! "

You cry out at someone snatch your purse out of your hand. The vilain didn't run away, too slow for the hero who catch him easily with his web.

Miguel goes grab the purse, not without a dead stare and an agressive behavior.

He slowly goes to you, for you it was nothing.

For him, he was just holding himself from slamming you against the wall and pulling down your pantie down your legs.

" thanks you so much spiderman ..."

You smile to the masked hero, with a gratitude smile.

He keep his eyes on you.

Your tears.

He wasn't listening to his mind anymore, he doesn't care anymore.

" let me take you back to your place."

He goes to you and pick you up in his arm, shooting a web and flying around the city toward your apartment.

Opening the window was the easiest part of this. Putting back on your legs, you turn to him.

" thanks you, you're so-"

" nothing come for free."

He says in a hard voice.

" what ?"

" I need a payback. That fair for what i do in the city. Dont you think ?"

" but... i don't have any money"

" don't worry princesa."

He grab your face with his finger. Holding you.

" i'm not asking for money."

Your eyes widden at his word. One blink was enough to see how fast he was to ripped your dress in a half. You let out a whine as your breast are now exposed to the masked man.

" w...wait ! I ... i have a husband ! And-"

" and ? You want me to keep saving the city don't you ? Who knows maybe your husband will need my help."

You open your mouth to repost but the only sound who come out is a squeak as the hero deprograms his mask over his nose to take a lick on your hardden nipple. You try to move away from his grip, but Miguel hold you close against him. A second moan escape your lips as he take one of your nipple in his mouth, sucking and slighting bitting it. He let out a growl when the warm milk run down his throat.

He never felt this tight in his costume before.

Your hand stay on his shoulder, trying to push him without really trying ... you could do more than that. Was it the fear ?

You close your eyes, your legs shaking a bit as he keep the nipple in his mouth without forgetting the other, playing with it before giving each little buttons a lick.

You didn't dare open your eyes, fighting yourself not to ask for more, or to make too much noise about your forbidden pleasure.

The next thing you could feel was the pillow on your face when he throw you on the bed. Your stomach on the mattress and your legs spread on the edge of the bed.

" what are you ...! No !"

But he didn't listen, raising your dress over your ass. Kneeling in front of your private area, taking a smell on your pantie making your squirm.

He waited for this for so long, he though of this for so long everytime he would jerk off thinking of you. Moving your pantie to the side, his tongue find quickly the way toward your clit. Licking and sucking on it as you bite on your pillow. Tears falling down your cheek as he eat you out like a starved man. His tongue moving inside your gummy wall, sucking up your juice. Your wetness dripping under his chin.

" p...please...haangh...s...stop...."

You whisper quietly, to give yourself good conscience but not wanted it to end either.

" i...i'm sorry Ter...haaah...!"

You let out a scream when he start playing again with the little budge of nerves.

Turning your eyes to him, you looked at him.

Miguel was kneeling in front of your pussy, sucking it while moving his hand up and down his throbbing cock. Precum coming out his urethra.

It was so big, too big.

He get up again, slidding down your pantie on your ankle. Teasing your wet hole with his red tip.

You should scream, but you just press the pillow harder against your mouth.

He spread your pussy lips with one hand, the other holding his cock in front of your entrance.

" Fuck ... look at that, this pretty pussy all wet for me ... you were waiting for this uh ? Someone with a big cock to fill you up properly ? You wanted it, you waited to be fuck like a slut."

His voice is strict and hard, making your pussy clench on nothing. He let out a dark chuckle out of his lips. Pressing the tip at your entrance before slidding inside without putting force.

He groan between his teeth as you let out a moan in the pillow.

He didn't wait for you to get used to his shape. Putting his rough hand on your hips and pouding inside you like a beast.

You cry on the pillow.

" sorrysorrysorry...i'm...hanh ! Sorry...ha...haa...!"

Do you apologize for your infidelity or for loving it a bit too much ?

The wet sound of your pussy being filled up by the hero are the only sound filling the room. Tears falling just like your wetness down your legs.

You could feel the knot inside you getting bigger as he does firm circle around your puffy clit.

" taking me so well princesa..."

He groan, a mix of whimper and a growl.

" taking my cock so well ... is it better than your husband ? Stop apologizing and answers."

An hard slap on your ass wake you up from your bubble of pleasure.

" pleasepleaseplease ...!"

" are you begging me to stop or to cum ?"

" please...'me cum...! Ha...aaa...f...feels good...!"

" yeah ... it does feels good uh ? You want to cum uh ? Clenching around me like if you don't want me to take it out. You want me to make you a momma again ?"

" pleaseplease...'anna be a mom again..."

You cry out, your mind foggy. It was too much, the thrust, the circle around your clit.

Your eyes rolled back to your head as your legs start shaking. The knot in your stomach exploding in a powerfull orgasm.

Miguel groan, he was holding himself for too long. How was he suppose to hold when your pussy feel so tight around his cock ? He groan one last time before filling your womb full of his cum. He stay inside for a few minute before take a step back. Watching his semence dripping out your pussy.

" that a good girl. You did good for me."

He bend over to you, taking your hair to raise your head at him.

" that pussy is mine now."

You nod, obedient.

He was so violent, as if he wanted to mold your pussy to his shape.

He put a kiss on your forehead before putting you to bed, stroking your hair for a few second, then leaving quickly before your husband comes back.

~~

" dad ?"

Gabriella looks at him.

" yes ?"

He raise his eyes to his daughter.

" Coach Terry was angry today."

" was he ?"

" he said [Y/N] doesn't want to be in the same room as him, and that he knew his marriage was bulls-"

" don't you dare say the word."

" ... oke"

Gabriella pout before going back to her room.

Miguel turn back his eyes to what he was working on.

I should reward her for that. Seem like her pussy is really mine now.

[celestialmatcha7]

takeout | kim hyunjoon (tabber)

word count: 714

pairing: tabber x fem! reader

warnings: none. just fluff :)

requested: yes

7:48 p.m.

seoul, korea

The sound of bustling city life fades as you step out of the cold December air and into the warmth of the studio building. Your hands clutch a takeout bag, the delicious aroma of tteokbokki, kimbap, and fried chicken wafting through the crisp evening. You know Hyunjoon has been holed up in the studio all day, working tirelessly on his music, and it’s been hours since his last text—short, sweet, and full of his usual charm: “Miss you. Don't forget to eat, baby.”

Smiling to yourself, you quietly make your way down the hall to his studio. Through the small window in the door, you can see him hunched over his desk, headphones on, completely immersed in his work. The soft glow of the monitors casts a golden hue on his sharp features, and you take a moment to admire him. His oversized sweater looks so cozy, and his hair falls slightly into his eyes as he bobs his head to the beat.

You knock gently on the door, careful not to startle him. His head snaps up, eyes darting to the door, and when he spots you, his face lights up instantly. He pulls off his headphones and practically bounds to the door, his excitement evident.

“Y/N!” he says, swinging the door open and pulling you into a quick hug before he notices the bag in your hand. “Wait… is that—?”

“Your favorite food,” you confirm, holding it up with a grin. “Thought you might be hungry since someone forgot to text me back.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Got a little carried away. But seriously, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I wanted to,” you say, stepping into the studio and setting the bag on the small table in the corner. “You’ve been working hard all day. You need fuel, and I need company. It’s a win-win.”

He pulls you into another hug, this one longer and tighter, his chin resting on top of your head. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I do,” you tease, pulling away to unpack the food. “Now, come eat before it gets cold.”

The two of you settle on the couch, the takeout spread out between you. Hyun Jun looks like a kid in a candy store, his eyes sparkling as he grabs a piece of kimbap.

“This is perfect,” he says between bites, his voice full of genuine appreciation. “I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”

You watch him eat with a fond smile, your heart swelling at the sight of him so content. “So, how’s the music coming along?” you ask, picking up a piece of chicken.

“It’s getting there,” he says, leaning back against the couch. “I’ve been tweaking the same track for hours, but now that you’re here, I feel like I can finally breathe.”

“Well, I’m glad to be of service,” you say, leaning closer to brush a stray hair from his face. “Don’t forget to take breaks, okay? I worry about you.”

His hand finds yours, squeezing it gently. “I know, and I love you for it. You keep me grounded, Y/N. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your heart flutter. “I love you too, Hyunjoon,” you say softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

For the rest of the evening, you stay by his side, sharing food and laughter. Every now and then, he walks over to his keyboard to play you bits of his new song, his voice filling the small studio with a raw, soulful melody. You can tell he’s pouring his heart into his work, and you’re so proud of him.

As the night goes on, you end up curled up on the couch together, your head resting on his shoulder as he hums softly. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this cozy little bubble of warmth and love.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Anytime,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “Always.”

And in that moment, with his arm around you and the soft hum of music in the background, everything feels perfect.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey ! It's my first request ever, so I'm not sure how it work. If you're not confortable with it, feel free to don't respond. I'm kinda obsess with an AMAB Sevika, can you write reader discovering a surprise pregnancy with a sex friend/flirt/crush Sevika ?

I like the way you make her express her feelings, it's pretty accurate with Arcane. Feel free for them to keep the baby or not. Thank you so much and thank you for your work. ^^

sure!!! i got another very similar request too so i'll combine them :)

Amab sevika really be curing my depression

Maybe reader and vika are married and trying for a baby? 🥺🥺 amab sevika is my beloved and I'd die for her

men and minors dni

you guys have been trying to get pregnant for about six months now.

a lot of it's been fun. flipping through baby books together in bed, sending each other videos of cute babies on social media, and the actual baby making process is a blast.

but some of it's hard.

sevika's stopped taking her estrogen to get her sperm count back up. as a result, she's been horribly dysphoric.

you've caught her crying several times, standing in front of the mirror with a pair of tweezers in her hands, her chest irritated from the plucking and picking she'd done. she's become obsessive in shaving her face, doing it two or three times a day. her metabolism's gotten faster without the estrogen, and the 20 or so pounds of extra padding she'd put on her thighs and hips since she started e years ago is starting to fade away.

you try your best to make her feel better, insist that you guys could always try ivf instead, but she's determined to do it 'the old fashioned way.' so, you just hold her when her dysphoria takes hold, pressing kisses to her hair, reminding her you'd love her with a full beard just as much as you love her now.

it's been hard on you too. the more time that goes by without a successful pregnancy, the more you feel like your body's betraying you.

how many times did you and sevika have a pregnancy scare at the beginning of your relationship, before you were ready for kids? hundreds. but now that you're actively trying, your period is as regular as it can possibly be.

you've decided that if you go another month without any success, you're going to throw in the towel and ask your obgyn about ivf. you can't take much more disappointment, and you don't like seeing sevika so depressed all the time.

but then, something happens.

it starts with your tits getting sore.

for a week straight, they're tender to the touch, sore by the end of the night when you take your bra off. you know it's one of the earliest signs of pregnancy, but you don't say anything, not wanting to get your hopes up.

but then you start getting sick in the mornings. you can't hide this from sev, and she's squirming with excitement beside you as she rubs your back while you spew your guts into the toilet below.

"this is amazing." she says, giddy. you groan.

"real amazing sev, i'm feeling great." you say sarcastically. she giggles and presses a kiss to your head.

"i'm sorry, honey." she whispers. you giggle and reach out to hold her hand as another bout of nausea overtakes you.

your period is a day late.

and then two.

you know this. you know sevika knows this. but neither of you say anything, too scared to jinx it.

but when two days becomes three, and then three becomes a full week, you start getting excited.

you don't tell sevika you buy a pregnancy test-- not wanting to disappoint her if it's negative. but you do buy one, and you take it an hour before sevika's meant to get home.

it's positive. you nearly pass out from excitement.

sevika comes home to dinner on the table and flowers in the kitchen.

you sit on her lap the second she sits down, swinging your arms around her shoulders.

she's smiling like she already knows, but she's biting her lip-- worried that she's wrong.

"i got two surprises for you." you say.

"two?!" she asks, her hands clawing into your hips. you smile.

"two." you say, nodding.

you reveal the syringe full of her estrogen to her, raising your eyebrows at her. she blinks.

"what's that?" she asks. you laugh.

"'s only been a few months sev, y' already forgot what your e looks like?" you tease her. she blinks and gulps as you wipe a cool alcohol wipe over her bicep, pinching the skin and bringing the needle up to her arm. you smile at her.

"but what about--"

"don't ruin the second surprise." you scold her as you inject the needle into her muscle, pushing her hormones in and watching as her eyes go wide and sparkly.

she doesn't even notice the sting of the needle-- she's usually such a wimp about it, but tonight, she's got all her attention focused on you.

"does that mean-- are you--"

"pregnant?" you ask as you gently place a bandaid over the tiny puncture wound. sevika's breath catches in her throat and her eyes get watery. you place a kiss on top of the bandage, keeping your eyes locked on hers. sevika's breathing is shaky, tears already streaming down her cheeks. you lean up to kiss them up. "you're gonna be a momma, sev." you whisper against her cheek.

at the words, sevika bolts out of her chair, holding you in her arms and running you to the bedroom. you laugh the whole way.

sevika slams you (gently) down onto the bed before jumping on top of you. one of her hands goes to hold your stomach, the other comes up to cup your cheek.

"are you serious?!" she whispers. you smile and nod, your own tears welling in your eyes.

"took three tests. all positive." you say. sevika whimpers, then swoops down to kiss you.

she fucks you like she's trying to get you pregnant again.

and then, when you're done and she's holding you in your arms, her hand still on your stomach, the both of you catching your breaths, the first thing she says is, "what do you think about athena as a girls name?"

"goddess of war!?" you ask, laughing. "absolutely not. i'm not dealing with another little fighter in the house." you say. sevika giggles.

"but it's badass! nobody'd fuck with her." she says, pouting at you. you laugh. sevika gasps. "she just kicked!" she says, pointing at your belly. you laugh even harder. "she loves it! we have to name her athena now!" she says, teasing.

you groan and push her face away as she chuckles. "you're fuckin' ridiculous." you say between your giggles. sevika grins.

"i love you so much." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes again. your laughter ceases, a sweet watery smile taking its place.

"i love you too." you whisper.

sevika grins and swoops down to kiss your stomach.

"love you too, little fucker." she whispers to your belly.

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[tedwardremus]

Peter Pettigrew Headcanons

He came from a working-class family. Raised by a single mum

He doesn’t know his father

While he did not grow up in a blood supremacist family he grew up with the same prejudices and assumptions that many wizarding families have about muggles. He finds them odd and different. 

Peter was one of those kids who lit ants on fire and threw rocks at people while standing on bridges. Being mean = power = being important

Definitely heard his mum or grandparents say muggle-borns have it easy or get extra benefits from the government (which isn’t true) and that’s why Peter’s mum has to work so hard.

Very excited to befriend Sirius and James because of their families' positions in wizarding society. He’ll be cool and popular by association

Yes, Sirius family are dicks to him but he doesn’t understand why he’d give up such a cush life and run away. Thinks Sirius doesn’t know how lucky he has it

Has always enjoyed playing mind games with his friends and other people to make himself have better favor in group dynamics

Was always the best at getting out of detention and coming up with lies on the spot

Made the rudest jokes out of the marauders 

He isn’t dumb. He just isn’t good at school. He became an animagus at 15. He is powerful, OK? Upset that no one sees it and he can’t really brag about being an illegal animagus.

Really likes that he’s the one that gets to push the knob on the whomping willow. Makes him feel indispensable.

James and Sirius mature in 6th and 7th year and their jokes aren’t so cruel anymore. Peter is caught off guard when they start (lightly) calling him out on some of his jokes. (I thought you’d find it funny? Why aren’t you laughing anymore? What, James you get a girlfriend and you can't be fun anymore?)

The slowdown in bullying is also combined with James, Remus, and Sirius's political awakening and further interest in fighting against Voldemort. Peter starts to feel alienated from their discussions. Peter is a-political at best

And like yes, James, dark magic is bad but isn’t it also cool? Like did you hear about the man who turned a bunch of dead bodies into snakes? Or did you hear about the spell that turns your guts inside out? Isn’t that impressive?? I bet you could learn that spell James, you’re powerful enough, right?

After Hogwarts Sirius and James live off their family money and devote themselves to the order full time. After Remus gets fired from a job James starts supporting him financially. Peter doesn’t have the luxury (looks like werewolves get benefits just like muggle-borns. Poor Pete is always left out)

Pete gets a job at the quidditch league offices which he thinks will be lots of fun and exciting, maybe he can swing tickets for him and his friends

But the job is really boring. He is tracking how much teams spend and data entry is the worst.

His order assignments are just as dull. He doesn’t go out on duels or covert operations. Dumbledore instructs him to get intell on Ministry offficals and Peter grows resentment, he wants to be more useful like his friends.

He gets further separate from his core group of friends as James marries Lily and eventually goes into hiding (peter thinks James is foolish for getting Lily pregant. way to mess up our fun, James!), Remus is doing super secret werewolf stuff, Sirius is off on his own order missions plus becoming increasingly protective of the potters. 

Peter starts meeting up with people at work, not death eaters but just a few people with storng ideas, and he’s like yeah, these guys are right muggle-borns and half-breeds are ruining our society

And he doesn’t hate Lily and Remus, no they are seperate from the developing idelogy. 

But then after a while his intell gathering and workmate meet-ups start to become his only social settings. And he is agreeing more and more with what they are saying

And he impresses the people he is gathering intell on with some of his knowledge on dark spells (not that he’s every performed them. He’s just interested in reading about them)

Its been a long time since Sirius and James found him impressive or amusing 

He goes to a couple of meet ups, and then a couple more

He enjoys these meetings more than order meetings. He doens’t feel underappreciated. 

He gets invited to a bigger meeting and oops its got full on known death eaters attending

James and Lily are fully in hiding. Voldemort is wining the war. 

Peter thinks he might as well just do what he needs to do to survive, everyone else is doing the same. But he's not going to be like James and hide like a coward.

And if he is going to survive he is going to be useful, important. In a better position than he was in the order. And then he’ll use that new position to help his friends when the war is over. He is so clever!

He willingly becomes a spy for Voldemort. He enjoys it. Its the best he ever felt about himself. He has secrets and information. He’s important.

He gets tested on his loyalty and is told to kill order members.

He actually enjoys murdering people (he is a serial murder in the books!) Reminds him of the same feeling he got when he threw rocks off of bridges but bigger.

He continues to climb up the Death Eater power structure. He enjoys watching the chaos unfold in The Order as they can’t figure out who the spy is

James asks him to be his secret keeper. He has a choice to make and he shows who he really is. He chooses power and manipulation over protecting people he used to (supposedly) love

And while this was all going on its important to remember that James, Remus, and Sirius all would have died for Peter. He was their friend. The betrayal is painful. The radicalization went unnoticed

[chutefullofholes]

I feel like you need some kindness in your inbox, so here, have some (hopefully) fun and good vibes:

About YV: once the kiddos are older, how are the buckies as empty nesters? Does Bucky ever go back to work?Does Gale take up weird hobbies? Is it all sudoku puzzles and enjoying that they don’t have to actively parent as much and get to enjoy being friends with their adult children?

About you: what are you looking forward to in 2025?

this is so kind thank you <3

as for the bucks- john never goes back to work in the Traditional Full Time Job sense. by the time both the kids are grown gale is done with his PhD and in a real good job as observatory engineer, so they're set money wise. but he does like volunteering, esp with outdoorsy activities which there's a whole lot of in wyoming. micah did rodeo growing up and i can def see john being a ~rodeo dad~ even when micah is grown/not doing it anymore. 

gale kinda on a whim gets really into puzzles when the kids and all their stuff is mostly out of the house. gets the giant ones that take up a whole table. and it lowkey stresses john out just looking at all the itty-bitty pieces but he still sits with him and helps him sort pieces if he doesn't have anything else to do <3 gets him this star map one for christmas. 

when the dust settles after wyatt comes back from being missing/is more fully on the road to recovering and rebuilding his life him and micah settle down in new york. makes wyatt feel so guilty because he knows how much micah loves wyoming but he just. can't see a world where he can live there long term in a way that aligns with his recovery. not easy for micah either but he loves him and its a "change of plans" that he's able to make his peace with.

which is to say josie stays in wyoming and they aren't trullyyy empty nesters in the sense that she loves swinging by just to bug her dads lmao. but its coming from a place of love! and after all the struggles they had w her as a teenager they like having that time with her. she smokes cigs as an adult and bucky is always telling her she should quit but. secretly he kinda likes sitting out on the back deck smoking with his kid that turned out *so* good. makes him all emotional if he thinks about the weight of it all for too long.

to your question about *me* i am very much looking forward to my 2nd we happy few 506 tour in april (: finding irl community as an adult has been really hard for me and i finally found what i wanted so badly with WFH. excited to be w/ my friends and other ww2 nerds and going to more airbases!

[chimerafflesia]

went from platinum 1 -> legend 1 on ranked with my odd-eyes venom deck, so I wanted to delve into my findings and how I'm feeling about the deck so far :3

first and foremost per usual here is the deck I've been playing with :D

this deck is so. much. fun. PENDULUMS GO SO FUCKING HARD!!! CUE DANNY DEVITO I GET IT NOW GIF. there's so many moving parts and different combos I can do and it's been such a blast figuring em all out. this deck is soooooo versatile and I can't wait to try more builds as time goes on :')

there are so many stars in this deck but I wanna give one shout out in particular.

odd-eyes vortex dragon you crazy bitch. I LOVE YOU.

when I saw it was limited 1 I was like hmmmm I guess. wonder why. GIRL. I UNDERSTAND WHY. I WANT A MILLION OF THESE BITCHES. OMNI NEGATE BEAST. IT CAN NEGATE FORBIDDEN DROPLET. IT SENDS AN ATTACK POSITION MONSTER BACK TO THE HAND WHEN IT'S SUMMONED. I LOVE IT. 10/10 MONSTER.

speaking of negating, this deck does a LOT of it. I really enjoy going first, because if I can get my full board setup, it can cause SO MUCH interruption. I actually make a lil breakdown (for myself too) of my ideal turn 1 board and how everything works together :)

WELCOME TO NEGATE CITY ‼️ POPULATION: THE OPPONENTS BOARD.

ohhhh it's so much fun. it's so funny. I think my opponents can really feel the venomous affection. I'm just spreading the love 🤭💜❤️

for support, the triple MST is pretty important too, because this deck is pretty weak to backrow. I'm no stranger to it because predaplants are the same. the book of eclipse definitely helps too, especially during battle phases.

I did come across some issues on the ladder, namely the perpetual thorn in my side dragonic contact, but it's not unbeatable. believe it or not, if I can do my full turn 1 board, red dragon archfiend isn't so much of an issue either (thank GOD. -_-) however, I did find realize something funny over the past few days regarding one deck

I didn't realize it when I typed "I went first", but that was the problem!! ancient gears love going second, because their turn 1 boards are weak!!!!! if I see crowler, I am SLAMMING that coin to try and go second. every time I've gone second against ancient gear it's been a breeze.

perhaps my favorite lil trick this deck can do, is the odd-eyes venom INSTA KILL. I don't aim for it because it's really resource intensive to get OEV out, but when I can pull it off GOD IS IT FUNNY. IT'S REALLY REALLY FUNNY.

^ FOOTAGE OF ME ON THE RANKED LADDER. WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO KILL THIS GUY YUYA.

there is a bit of a rush in seeing this and knowing you can swing for game. go my toxic yaoi dragon. KILL!!!

I want to link a few replays (they'll only open on the duel links mobile app fsr) that showcase a lil bit of everything. the plays aren't perfect because I am still learning the ins and out of my deck but they're still pretty good :3

https://duellinks.konami.net/att/0526e5a18143aeb9dbf02a955cae9a11510105b9b4 - VS anna kaboom, ends in OEV direct atk

https://duellinks.konami.net/att/04fd480e09f3e65668020821e599a3d73dbf4146ca - VS red dragon archfiend, OEV direct atk

https://duellinks.konami.net/att/019e0495379b714fea97a8b9ea62fd47252b0e2e44 - VS dragonic contact

https://duellinks.konami.net/att/0640177a937486807ee5c8dbe6d817dddadc5d0427 - VS ancient gear

https://duellinks.konami.net/att/06a0eba17bf337511f5d47cdb8372a26967f5bd515 - VS anna kaboom, really good showcase of all the negates

think that's all for now :) I do think going into legend this deck will need some more tweaking, but I'm excited for it 🙂‍↕️ 25 meta guys vs one fujo is going just as planned. I WILL prevail because I said so ‼️ and when I KOG with a skill named odd-eyes venomous affection I promise I am going to be so annoying normal about it 😋👍

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2025 #8

Hello everyone! This reading wrap up will encompass my final week of post-student days unemployment, because tomorrow I start my real adult full time job. I'm very excited about it because it's a field I want to be in, but I'm also apprehensive about what it's going to do to my time. I have a longer commute, which means I'm going to start having a bounded time where I will be listening to podcasts and audiobooks, but other than that I'm going to have to figure out how free time works for me. And just when I was getting into the swing of having regular commitments with people too...

As for now, here is what I read this week, where you can see I really tried to make the most of the time I had

Finished:

Our Share of Night by Mariana Enríquez, translated by Megan McDowell, narrated by Frankie Corzo a real beast of a book. saving my most specific thoughts for the book club. sex and sexuality in this is really interesting, as is the book's grounding in history. some really grotesque parts in this that really hit the notes i want them to. Not sure how I feel about the ending yet. I'm stewing on it. I think its very hard to end a book this long and ambitious in scale

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi, narrated by Christopher Myers this book kept me company while shoveling some snow. not my age range but Emezi is a great author and the message about needing to speak to taboo violence in order to combat it is very powerful

"Hostile Constructs: On Building Worlds From the Margins of Sex" by S.A. Chant an essay about world building alternate gender systems in fantasy and scifi in a way that still acknowledges what gender systems do practically (sort people into arbitrary categories usually through violence). so completely my shit, and I'm glad to see someone doing this work in sff while also making a guide to help others do the same

Chainsaw Man, Vol. 13-16 by Tatsuki Fujimoto, translated by Amanda Haley i am LOVING our new protagonist Asa. autistic asexual icon, to me. I'm excited to see where this goes in the next few volumes

"In the House of Wisdom" by Tamara Masri a short sf story by a Palestinian author that imagines the survival and thriving of Palestinians and their stories of the genocide, both those lost and those who survived being held in a place of honor. did make me cry

"We Are the Mountain: A Look at the Inactive Protagonist" by Vida Cruz short essay what being an "active protagonist" has looked like in the history of sff (usually a white man, with colonialist-vibe-y aspirations), and thus why sff by and about marginalized people gets hit with the complaint that they have an "inactive protagonist"

Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 7 by Bisco Hatori, translated by Naomi Kokubo & Eric-Jon Rössel Waugh ohshc was a formative middle school anime for me, and I enjoy diving into the manga to revisit the events that were adapted and find all of the silly little manga specifics. like Mori's little brother

Beneath Strange Lights by Vivian Valentine this was quite good! i like the way that Amelia's powers are introduced and work. some parts which she is very experienced with, some parts she's just starting to explore of her own will, and some parts she's only just realized she can do. somehow avoided most of my "i hate it here" triggers for YA-ish work, like a cat burglar slipping through a laser grid. like it definitely should have set me off and fallen into the Calvin is an evil snob that hates YA pile, but it does not

The Summer Hikaru Died, Vol. 1 by Mokumokuren, translated by Ajani Oloye This High School Gay Situationship Can and Will Kill You And Others. oooooh man the art in this! the part in the woods where he encounters another spirit is genuinely scary! i love how intimacy is frightening, and gross, and alluring. really looking forward to the next volume

Old Man's War by John Scalzi, narrated by William Dufris read for sff book club. competently written but i disliked most of it.

Started/Ongoing:

The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon, narrated by Yung-I Chang this ended up on my tbr bc it was labelled queer sf (correct!), then i saw it had middling reviews and took it off, but then my library put together a read-international challenge and i needed a book from an author from somewhere in Oceania, and Candon is from Hawai'i and The Archive Undying is on the library's curated list of book from Oceania so its back on my tbr! 28% through the audiobook, its gay and interesting, though if my Hammajang Luck hold comes in soon I might switch to that....

[bitchface24-7]

MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: Being a young woman in a STEM field is hard enough as it is, your insecure boyfriend makes it even more difficult. He can’t stand the fact you’re in a lab almost 24/7 with two incredibly handsome men. After a nasty breakup— you’re gonna make all his insecurities come true.

genre: m/m/f (no homo does NOT apply here)

warnings: bitch ass boyfriend oc, name-calling (by said oc), revenge plot, dom!viktor, servicetop!jayce, getting freaky in the lab, threesome, kissing, handjob, voyeurism, praise kink, slight cuckolding, edging, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m + f receiving), lap sex, big dick viktor, pet names, begging, vaginal sex, teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

wc: too long (I'm so sorry)

p.s. Some parts of the smut scene are inspired by "At the Emperors Word" by @le-fruit-de-la-passion (their work is amazing, you should definitely check it out!)

EDIT: as per a kind request from @le-fruit-de-la-passion, a few sections have been edited. They were uncomfortable with how similar some sections were and I totally get it. Everything still makes sense and everything is still filthy smut; some parts are just re-worked. Love ya!

PART 2

You’d think working on Hextech would be the most stressful part of your life. Getting monetary support from the council and the rich assholes of Piltover during galas being the most headache-inducing bit you have to trudge through.

Surprisingly it’s not.

It’s your boyfriend of almost two years that’s causing premature grey hairs.

In the beginning, everything was fine. It was good, to be honest! He was caring, sweet, and understanding of how much time and effort goes into Hextech, and how important this project is to you. Everything started to slowly change after you introduced him to your two work partners.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

One year ago

You’re so excited you can’t help but almost skip to the lab, your hands interlaced with your boyfriends. He’s smiling lightly at your attitude. You’ve always been a beacon of light to him, seeing you so excited to finally be able to combine your two worlds makes his excitement rise a bit to try and match your own. But it’s like comparing a minor star to the sun; almost incomparable.

Everyone’s schedules finally lined up so you can finally introduce your boyfriend to your two closest friends and colleagues; Jayce and Viktor. You had started as an assistant, but after you stayed behind one day; even helping Viktor and Jayce solve an equation that had them stumped for almost a week. They officially gave you a promotion after that.

The lab doors swing open and the sounds of tinkering fill the air. Everything slowly stops as your bright demeanour enters the room with a guy the two men have never seen before. This must be your boyfriend.

Jayce gets a rag to clean his hands with; it’d be rude to shake your boyfriend Cole’s hand with axel grease staining his fingers. Jayce’s glow matches yours, “Hey man! I’m Jayce and this is Viktor. Welcome to the lab!” As he gives Cole a firm handshake. During the introduction, Viktor had stopped his note-taking and slowly got up from his desk to join in the greetings.

“It’s taken long enough, no? We’ve heard so much about you; you’d think we were the ones dating you.”

You can’t help but snort out a laugh at that, “Viktor! Stop airing out my dirty laundry!”

The pretty scientist smirks, “There’s more where that came from.”

Jayce chuckles at your antics, looking at the both of you fondly. Cole’s smile slowly faded as his hand subconsciously tightened against Jayce’s, but Jayce barely felt it. Working in the forge for years has given him a steel grip, he barely feels Cole’s strength to begin with.

Right here in this joyful moment is where everything went wrong…

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Present day

Your irritation keeps spiking at Cole’s very pointed and passive-aggressive remarks as you try to get ready in the full length mirror connected to your closet.

“What? You get no days off?”

You subtly roll your eyes at the indignation in Cole’s voice. You’re a scientist, you’re currently working on technology that will change the world, and he’s moping that you have to go to work. Besides, you’re the one who plans everything to begin with. All the dates, the excursions, hell! You’re the main caretaker of your apartment. If Cole wants you to take a day off; he can show some initiative.

It’s the same thing day in and day out, and you’re getting sick of it. You just tune him out now as you put on your black slacks, black button down, academy vest, and black loafers.

You side eye him from the mirror, “If you want me to take a day off, give me a good reason to.”

Cole’s face gets nasty at that, “What? Give you a good reason not to slut around with your two work partners.” He says with two sarcastic air quotes around “work partners.”

“Excuse me. What the fuck did you just say to me?” Your eyes are widened and your jaw is clenched. Slut around?! Who the fuck does this man think he is?

He scoffs, “You heard me! You’re always with them! You’re with them more than you’re with me! You’ve gotta be fucking them; there’s no way you’re not! You’re not that smart, or that important to them! You were their assistant originally! Getting them coffee and shit, you must’ve sucked their dick to get where you are now!”

You swivel around so fast you’re worried you’re experiencing vertigo, “First of all, just because I have friends who are the opposite gender doesn’t mean I’m automatically fucking them. Secondly, I am an integral part of the team! I’ve solved equations, and runes, and built prototypes your puny little brain can’t even imagine! Don’t push your insecurities onto me just because you feel like a failure not only as a person, but as a man. Now get the fuck out of my apartment!”

He huffs from the bed and leaves in a hurry, not even attempting to destroy anything since Jayce is now a well known council member. You have the higher ground. Before he leaves fully you add salt to the injury, “And if I was fucking them I’d be a lot happier than I am now!”

The door to your apartment slams, and you feel nothing but bitter rage.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Jayce and Viktor are jolted from their work as the lab door slams open and you storm in like a furious tornado. You’re grumbling, your face is the angriest they’ve ever seen and your hair is a bit messy; as if you’ve constantly ran your hands through it. Definitely not the usual prim and proper look you go for.

Viktor looks concerned as Jayce bites the bullet and asks the most obvious question, “Are you okay?”

You whip around to look at them, your eyes piercing, “Do I look okay?!” Jayce raises his hands in surrender as Viktor cocks an eyebrow at your poisonous tone. You deflate, plopping down on your desk chair. Your elbows on the table as you run your hands over your face and through the top of your head, over your hair.

“I’m sorry Jayce… that was rude. I misdirected my anger onto you.”

Jayce comes over and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his hand encompasses the whole thing, “I get it. It’s fine, but really… you okay?”

Your eyes water a bit as your voice wobbles out a small no.

Jayce’s breath hitches and Viktor lightly pushes his wheelie chair with his stronger leg to glide across the small space between your two desks; so he’s sitting in front of you now.

“What happened?” Viktor asks, his tone was both worried and firm. They’ve known you for years and they’ve never seen you this distraught before. It's upsetting to both of them.

Before you can answer, Viktor answers his own question with a snort, “It was Cole, wasn't it?” You huff lightly, Jayce’s hand tightens on your shoulder, “Was it that obvious?”

Jayce lightly grimaces, “He’s the only one who can rile you up like this.”

“You two rile me up just fine.”

“Not like him. He always… makes you upset.” Viktor chimes in, his tone final. His eyes are narrowed at the redness in your own eyes and downturned lips. You should always be smiling, and happy. Not distraught.

You deeply sigh, putting a hand up to cover Jayce's hand on your shoulder. He's warm; almost unnaturally so, he'd be a lovely cuddle partner in winter time, "Cole said some, unsavory comments... comment's revolving around the three of us."

Jayce's brows furrow as his lips thin in contemplation, Viktor rubs the tip of his nose and huffs a deep breath, "Let me guess, it was revolving around how close we all are and he made some derogatory comments about your station."

You snapped your fingers and casually pointed at him, "Got it in one, V."

"Are you kidding me?! What an asshole! You know I never liked him right?"

"Yes Jayce, I know you never liked him. You weren't subtle."

"He's a hard man to like," Viktor's accent rolls the r beautifully, "I don't understand why you dealt with him for so long. He was far beneath you in both station and intelligence. It's quite obvious we're just friends. You'd look much happier leaving the lab if we weren't."

"Viktor!" Jayce gasps, his eyes wide as he nervously bites his lower lip, "You can't just say stuff like that!"

Your laughter cuts through Jayce's worry, "No no Jayce, Viktor is one hundred percent right. I would've been happy and immensely satisfied leaving the lab, rather than me thinking I'd have an aneurism due to a pain in the ass calculation."

Viktor chuckles as Jayce chokes on some spit. Shit. No wonder he thought y'all were fucking. You guys are completely blurring the line between professional partnership and a proper partnership.

There's a comfortable silence between you three before Jayce blurts out, "We should get payback!" a hand quickly slaps over his mouth as you and Viktor look at him in curiosity. Both of your beautiful, sparkling eyes on him make his face flush a bit.

"What's your big idea Jayce?" Viktor purrs out as he places his chin on both his hands, elbows planted firmly on your desk. You almost feel bad for Jayce, that's a killer look.

Jayce looks away for a second before steeling himself, looking at you two directly, "The Progress Day Gala tonight. We can dress up, drink some alcohol, dance, really get under his skin."

Viktor hums, "This may be the one time I'm willing to go to one of these parties. This sounds interesting."

"He would be invited too. He's also important to the Academy, he's in the Humanitarians rather than STEM though. I think... I think this may work." You thoughtfully chime in, your tone becoming much lighter compared to before.

Jayce smiles, the little gap between his front teeth showing. Viktor just subtly smirks, "I hope you have something fancy enough for this."

"Don't worry," You state as you stand up, ready to work now. Jayce's hand falls from your shoulder, and lightly brushes down your back; you suppress a shiver, "I do. I hope you have something fancy enough, Viktor."

The handsome man just lightly smiles as he pushes himself back to his desk. Jayce follows you to the blackboard.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Your revenge is gonna be pipping hot and steamy.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You've had this dress hidden away in the back of your closet for a while now. Hidden away in a sleek duster bag is a beautiful black dress. With chains on the hips, waist, chest, and shoulders. It even comes with a matching necklace. The fabric is gorgeous, sleek, and comfortable. It's formfitting and when you bought it; you felt unstoppable.

You need that feeling again tonight.

You style your hair, it's glossy, framing your face wonderfully. A smoky eye with a darker lip than you're used to is applied to your face. You then spray your favourite fragrance all over yourself. A quick look in the mirror stuns you. You're gorgeous. You'll for sure have every eye at the gala on you, you don't know exactly how you feel about that. You'll deal with it when you get there.

You wonder how Jayce and Viktor will react to you. You have always cared about your appearance, but not to this extent. You always make sure you look nice, smell nice, and wear nice clothes that you feel comfortable in. But you almost look unrecognizable. You're not just “nice” right now, you're stunning. You want their attention tonight. You want them.

You've always wanted them. But when you first started working for them, you were their assistant. There was an undeniable power imbalance there and you didn't want to deal with that. You didn't want people to make assumptions like what Cole said in his vitriol to you.

Your thoughts are stalled at the knock on your apartment door. Jayce and Viktor are here; no time like the present! You no longer have a choice.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Jayce fiddles with his ascot for the third time in a row, Viktor just sighs and fixes it for him. Adjusting as necessary and smoothing it out against a broad chest. Jayce’s puppy dog eyes lock onto Viktor's fox-like ones.

“Why’re you so nervous Jayce?” Viktor can’t help but question as he casually leans on his cane, “You’re the one who suggested this.”

Jayce lightly inhales, “I know. I know. It’s just… this is different. Usually, I go to these things alone. Due to our whole deal y’know? This is the first time that both my partners are coming with me. I won't be stuck in god-awful conversations that make me want to cry.”

“Ahhhh,” Viktor contemplates, “You’re making the best out of a bad situation for your benefit. You may be a good politician actually.”

Jayce lightly shoves Viktor, and Viktor’s very tempted to toss his cane and throw himself into the ground to make Jayce look bad. Before anything can happen, the apartment door opens. And there you are.

You are truly breathtaking, radiating beauty in every way possible.

Viktor’s eyes widen and Jayce’s jaw damn near drops to the ground. You've always been pretty. But this… this is almost otherworldly. Viktor subtly coughs and nudges Jayce; so that he can pick his jaw off the floor. Viktor smiles sweetly at you and offers an arm. What a gentleman he is.

“You look… you look wonderful.” Viktor compliments, his cheeks have a slight dusting of pink. You can't help but smile, “As do you.”

The two men have cleaned up beautifully. Fitted black slacks, crisp white shirts, and sinfully tight vests. Both outfits are similar enough to be considered matching but different enough to emphasize their wearer's gorgeousness.

Ironically enough, you are all colour-coordinated.

As if sensing the pouting behind you, you casually add, “You too Jayce. You both clean up beautifully.” The footsteps behind you somehow become chipper, you can almost imagine the imaginary wagging tail Jayce would have. Viktor chuckles as Jayce quickens his steps and takes your other side.

This is gonna be one hell of a gala.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You were right, every eye was on you for almost the entirety of the gala. At some points, you couldn't stand it, but having Jayce and Viktor there helped.

You made small talk with some guests, but you mostly stuck by either Jayce's or Viktor's side. You enjoyed a few dances with Jayce, an interesting conversation with Mel, and shit talked with Viktor regarding the other patrons.

“What was he thinking? That colour is horrendous.” Viktor grimaces as you giggle, taking a small sip of champagne.

“I don't know, but its eye-catching.”

Viktor slams back the whole flute of champagne elegantly, “An eye-sore is more like it.” he grumbles. His accent thickening due to the minor bit of alcohol in his system.

You can't help but burst out laughing at that. Some patrons turn to look at the disturbance; they all turn back to their previous conversations once they see its nothing of importance. Viktor’s eyes narrow in pleasure at your laugh. This is how you should look; not like earlier in the lab. In his admiration of you, he notices your lipstick has smudged a bit; probably due to your drinking.

Without thinking, Viktor cups your chin and lightly swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, a light smear of burgundy now rests upon his pale skin. You can feel your face heating up.

The moment is ruined by Cole. Of course it is.

He's wasted, barely able to keep himself upright as he glares at the two of you in disgust.

“So… you've already moved on, huh? I shouldn't be surprised. You were already fucking them. I'm more surprised by your choice, I expected you to go for the golden boy; not the cripple.” His voice is slurred as he wobbles in place.

Viktor sneers and you think your champagne glass is going to shatter due to how tight your grip is on it, “Say another word about Viktor, and I'll rip your tongue out.” you seethe, Cole looks a bit scared, but you continue, “Besides Cole, I'm not fucking them… yet. Maybe they'll give me a proper orgasm for once. Why don't you leave? Your presence is a nuisance.”

Cole looks flabbergasted and leaves in a daze, Viktor can't help but chuckle; his voice deep as it rumbles throughout his chest, “My lovely hero.” You feel your face heat up. Oh no, the champagne truly gave you liquid courage.

“Jayce and I would be lucky to get in between those luscious legs of yours.” he states quietly, his eyes dark. You feel like a rabbit thats gotten corned by a fox. Prey vs predator.

You purse your lips and Viktor’s eyes immediately shoot down to appreciate their suppleness, “and I'd be lucky to have the two of you.”

Your moment is again interrupted, but this time it's a welcome one, “For what?” Jayce questions. His smile is bright as he joins the two of you in sitting at your table.

Viktor smirks, his tongue poking his cheek as he drinks his champagne. He's leaving it up to you to explain yourself.

You straighten up in your seat, taking a sip of champagne before answering calmly, your nail tapping against the flute, “I’d be lucky having the two of you between my thighs when the gala is over.”

Jayce chokes on his spit and harshly thumps himself in the chest, eyes wide as he stares at the two of you, “What the hell were you two talking about over here? I was stuck with the snobby old people and you two were… what? Dirty talking to one another?”

You and Viktor share a glance before nodding,

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the gist of it.”

The two of you say simultaneously, your voices layering over one another like a melody. Jayce’s brows furrowed as he put his hand up to his forehead. You can’t help but giggle at Jayce’s exasperation. Jayce shoots you a look and you quiet down, taking another large sip of champagne.

Viktor just casually sits there as he stares at the two of you, his head cocked to one side. He looks hungry. Starving. As if you two are the main dish and he’s been waiting for you to be served on a silver platter.

“Jayce,” Viktor starts, his tone smooth and low, “her wretched boyfriend never gave her an orgasm for the two years they were dating. Shouldn’t we fix that? Poor thing must be desperate.”

Jayce quirks an eyebrow, a flabbergasted look on his face, “Seriously? You dealt with that prick for almost two years and the sex wasn’t even good? You must be a saint.”

“More like I was desperate. I couldn’t have what I wanted so I got the next best thing. Even if the next best thing was crap.”

“And…” Viktor hums, his voice enticingly smooth, “what do you want?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before all the tension that’s been building up over the years snaps.

“You two. I’ve always wanted you two.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The walk back to the lab is a tense one. Full of unresolved sexual tension that has built up over the years; tension you didn’t even know existed until now.

You kept your dirty thoughts to yourself. You made sure every touch, every look, even every word that escaped your lips was completely platonic. Safe. But something so ingrained into your very being cannot be contained forever.

Looks did become cheeky, touches lasted a bit longer than necessary, and you all constantly joked with one another in rather inappropriate ways for the work setting.

You didn’t expect it to be reciprocated.

It’s well known Jayce is quite close to councilor Mel Medarda; a gorgeous women who truly has no competition. And although Viktor isn’t as interested in physical relationships as most people; he too has quite the arsenal to pick from.

But they want you. You and your dark circles, you and your messy hair after a days work in the lab, you and your ink stained clothes.

It all boils over once the lab doors are finally shut and locked behind you three.

"What?" You tease as you lean against your work station. Your gown emphasizing every curve salaciously, "Am I not good enough for a proper bed?"

Viktor growls low in his chest, his eyes piercing and tone commanding, "I didn't have the patience to walk that far. Be grateful I didn't take you in front of all the councilors and their highly-esteemed guests."

You whine at that, which turns into a moan as Jayce comes over and kisses you from your cheek down to your neck, leaving a dark hickey behind.

"Look at how needy Jayce is. Oh, poor thing. He's been desperate for it for so long now." Viktor chides as he sits down onto the plush sofa you bought for the lab.

Jayce whines, a high-pitched needy thing. You feel your panties get more wet at the sound. God, you never thought you'd see Jayce Talis so wrecked from just a few words.

You need to see more.

"Viktor," You start knowing that you truly aren't the one in control here, "may I touch Jayce?"

Viktor groans as he tilts his head back. Holy shit. This is better than his dirtiest fantasies; and you're just starting.

"Yes. Touch him. Touch him in the ways you've fantasized about when you were alone in bed, with your hands down your panties."

You smile and wink at the gorgeous man before doing just that. You damn near rip Jayce's vest and top off as you kiss him passionately. His lips are so soft, so plump. You can feel yourself becoming obsessed.

As you kiss, your hands trail down his glorious physic and you wrap a hand around his belt buckle; desperate to get it off. You shove his pants just low enough to get a hand wrapped around his hard cock. It's long, with a nice girth. It points up slightly. The poor thing is dripping precum and the tip is a dark maroon. You start pumping, testing grip strength and speed to see what gets Jayce going. After a few minutes; you get it. A nice firm grip with a average pace is what Jayce enjoys most, especially when you wring your hand around the tip.

Jayce's moans are obscene, They're loud, whiny, and desperate. God he's so hot. Eventually his moans change into whimpers as he lightly jerks his hips in time with your hand. He's close to cumming; you can feel it.

That is until Viktor tells you to stop.

Jayce whines, his eyes filled with tears, "Why-- why did you..."

"You are not the only one who should have fun, Jayce. Don't be greedy." Viktor states, an eyebrow quirked. Jayce pouts but nods regardless of his feelings. Viktor's right.

"Besides, you and I have had many late night talks in the lab where our dear partner had gone home for the night. We've talked about our desires, our dirty fantasies. Wasn't one of them regarding myself and our pretty girl? You being sidelined as you watched the two of us fuck? Not being able to cum until given permission? I remember Jayce. I remember them all."

Your mouth is agape as you look to the two men. What the fuck?

Jayce's face is completely flushed red, but there's a determination there too. He's not gonna take this laying down.

"Oh yeah?" He starts, his voice more confident now, "I remember you telling me you'd love for us to have her at the same time. You sitting on your desk as she sucked your cock down into her throat; and I was behind her, pounding hard and deep into her pussy. You can't embarrass me. I know your fantasies too."

You might as well not even be wearing any panties by this point due to how drenched they are. These men have no shame! And you thought they were gentlemanly; good thing you were wrong.

This is so much better.

Viktor huffs, a small amused smile on his face, "Touché. How do you feel about recreating your fantasy, Jayce? Are you okay with it pretty girl?"

Jayce and you both look to one another before nodding vigorously. Viktor smirks, "Jayce, go get your desk chair. You, come here." he orders. Jayce quickly and hastily tucks his hard cock back into his pants as he rushes to get his chair. You just casually walk up to Viktor. His face is close to your abdomen as he puts both hands on your hips.

His fingers caress the fabric of your dress, up to your breasts and down your sides, studying it. Like he's committing the feel to memory. They eventually return to your hips and tug on it questioningly. His golden eyes look up at you, the colour of molten gold etched in his pupils. You nod earnestly in approval, and you reach up and unclasp both straps, letting the dress fall until it reaches your knees, eventually it falls on to the floor. You're suddenly very thankful you wore such scandalous panties. They're black, sheer, and extremely cheeky. You didn't want any underwear lines, sue you.

Jayce groans and Viktor just smirks as he cups an ass cheek with a chilly hand. Rubbing it appreciatively. Before you know it, a harsh slap rings out through the lab and you gasp. Your ass stings; he just spanked you!

Jayce fidgets a few feet away and complains, "You two are the worst." He's constantly flexing his hands, looking at the two of you intensely, or not looking at you at all. Looking up at the ceiling to fight the urge to rub himself raw. He doesn't have permission; and Jayce Talis wants to be good.

You look over your shoulder coyly at him, "This is your fantasy Jayce. Don't get mad at us for what you want."

Viktor smirks and kisses your stomach, slowly trailing up to kiss and suck on your breasts. You moan out in pleasure, bringing your hands up to clutch his messy hair; and unintendedly shove his face more into your breasts. He happily hums at that.

One hand stays planted on your hip as the other trails down to cope a feel of how wet your panties are; and they're drenched.

Viktor looks so smug as he pulls away from your chest, his face pink as he smirks up at you, "You're soaked, darling. What? Did hearing about how much Jayce and I want yo make you this desperate?"

A whine escapes you, "Yes! Yes it did!"

At that, he quickly lowers his pants just far enough to reveal his boxers, a huge bulge hidden underneath the cotton fabric. Your eyes widen and you suppress a gasp. What the fuck? Where did that come from? It should be visible through his pants, at least a little bit, but it's not! Where the fuck was he hiding that monster?

Before you can fully appreciate your gift, Viktor grabs both sides of your panties and pushes them down your legs, until it pools at your feet. You exit the mess of cloth, now fully bare to the chilly air of the lab. Viktor quickly reaches down and grabs your panties, tossing them onto Jayce's lap.

"See how wet she is for us?"

Jayce groans, the ruined panties on his knee, the crotch face up for his viewing pleasure.

You giggle at Jayce and he shoots you a glare, it's not very imposing due to the red flush all over his face; it's even up to his ears.

In your distracted state, Viktor pulls his cock out. It's pale with a pretty pink tip, the shade matches the pink of his face. It's long, girthy, and has one impressive vein running up the side of it. You and Jayce both cat-call appreciatively and Viktor just glares at the two of you.

"It's always the tall skinny guys that have massive cocks, will that even fit?" You joke. Viktor runs his hands up and down your sides, "We'll make it fit. Turn around for me, my love?"

You cock your head to the side, confused as to why he'd want your back to him, but you comply. It all makes sense with his next order, "Jayce, come here. I need you to prepare her."

In a move that you swear breaks the sound barrier, Jayce is on his knees in front of you.

"Can I eat you out?" Jayce begs, his voice wobbly. He feels like he's going to pass out. Your pussy is right there. If you say no, Jayce may honestly just burst out into tears.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, before you just quietly say yes.

Jayce is on you before you can even blink. He's kissing your thighs, rubbing your clit with the pads of two of his fingers, he's licking and kissing your vulva. Eventually he focuses his mouth on your clit and puts one, two-- three fingers into your pussy. You don't know if you're breathing. Holy shit, Jayce is so fucking good at this. When a whine reverberates across your pussy, you realize you said that out loud.

Your hands grip into Jayce's hair for dear life. Viktor kisses your neck and fondles your breast; heavily enjoying the show.

"Make her cum, Jayce. We don't have lube and we need all the natural lubrication we can get."

Jayce just hums, showing that h heard Viktor's order. Your g-spot is being abused and your clit is in what feels like a vacuum. You're going to cum in record time. With a ragged moan and a bowed back, you cum violently on Jayce's face.

You pant, trying to adjust yourself so that you're not accidentally hurting Viktor's weaker leg. Both Viktor and Jayce assist you. Viktor looks on with pride at Jayce and pulls him down into a filthy kiss. The two men tasting you on their tongues.

Eventually you catch your breath, and decide you want that monster of a cock Viktor's been hiding in your pussy. You both groan in unison as you gently drop down onto him. The variety of whines that escape from your squeezed lips is unavoidable. The stretch is almost too much. You haven't had the time or energy to have an active sex life. The most action you get is your bullet vibrator. So going from barely any internal action to a massive cock is a massive stretch. Literally. Even though the pain is making you grit your teeth, you continue, gripping your fingers onto Jayce's shoulders for support.

You wince and Jayce pulls away from Viktor, who gasps at the feeling of your hot, wet pussy encapsulating his cock; and kisses you instead. Trying to take your mind off of the slight pain.

Slowly but surely, you start to bounce. Keeping Viktor's weaker leg in mind, you fuck that stupidly gorgeous man as hard and as fast as you can. His wonderful cock hitting every sensitive spot you have.

Moans, pants, skin slapping skin, and kissing is all that's heard in the lab. Eventually the cries crescendo and Viktor pulls you roughly down into his lap. Cumming deep into you as your own orgasm milks him dry. Viktor gasps as he drops back to lean his back and head against the couch.

You stay seated, deciding to cock warm the poor man. You look over your shoulder coyly and say, "Jayce is going to fuck my throat if you're interested in watching." That gets Viktor's eyes to shoot open and lift his head a bit.

Jayce's eyes lose a few tears when your hand comes up to release his cock from his pants and pump it again. When your lips wrap around the head and teasingly lick the slit; it's game over for him. You slowly bob your head up and down, bringing Jayce's hands to your hair. Encouraging him to fuck your face.

He's excited, but still aware he can't go too rough. He doesn't want you to gag too harshly. Jayce is panting, swearing, whining and crying at the overwhelming pleasure he's receiving. A few minutes later, he's cumming down your throat with a shout. You also feel another small burst of cum in your pussy.

You slowly pull away from Jayce, not wanting to overstimulate him any more than he already is and ask, "Viktor... Did you just cum again from seeing Jayce and I?"

Jayce huffs out a laugh as an indignant look comes across his face, he crosses his arms across his chest and pouts. You damn near laugh at him. How can he looks so petulant as you're sitting on his cock, "Shut up. It was hot, okay? You just sigh in content, "Okay."

You eventually get off of Viktor and almost fall, Jayce catches you and makes you sit on the couch next to Viktor, while Jayce sits down next to you. All of you are panting, tired, and completely satiated.

You enjoy the quiet until Jayce mumbles, "We're gonna have to burn this couch."

You and Viktor look to one another before solemnly nodding.

Yeah... There's no way you can disinfect this couch enough for what you put it through. Especially since you're leaking cum onto it and all three of you are sweaty as fuck.

Rest in peace Lab Couch. You will be missed.

ITS DONE!!!! If there's any spelling/grammar issues; no there isn't. Grammarly failed me then. Hope y'all enjoyed this filthy Jayvik x reader smut!

[writingsofabadwriter]

A Memory.

My 20th birthday. I was actually excited for once. Finally, I was leaving my disastrous teenage years behind me. I had been moved out for 11 months, and all I wanted was sushi. I don't even remember what else was gifted to me that day. My stepdad, on the other hand, was in a bad mood. Overwhelmed possibly. Maybe he had a bad day at work, or he just didn’t like the sight of me anymore (I had been visiting for two weeks). Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to stay solely his problem. 

My birthday takes place at the very end of December, the 30th. Cold, cold winter. Christmas is right before my birthday, New years directly after it. But the 30th is my day. Again, I am actually excited. Plus, I’m not in school so I don’t feel bad about strangers forgetting it’s my birthday. 

The day before it, my dad had told me how unimportant it was. “We’ll do more for your 21st, your 20th isn’t a big deal.” It still stings, actually. But whatever, I don’t let him get to me.

 The day of, I don’t do much. I sleep in until 11am. I don’t eat breakfast. My dad is at work, so is my younger brother. My mom is also working, but she’s worked from home since I was maybe five years old. She wishes me a happy birthday with a big hug. I think my stepfather must have sent me a text, “Happy 20th.” All is well, but I feel it. Regret for staying at his house. Then, we’re driving up to the biggest small town near us to eat at the local sushi place.

 It’s special, my mom had to make reservations. My dad is going to meet us there, so I’m able to have a bit of peace on the drive up. When we get into town it’s busy. A Christmas tourist trap, and the holiday is still in full swing. I know my dad hates this time of year, so I try to brace myself for his bad mood. And oh what a bad mood he was in. 

It was immediate. Complaining about the people, about the restaurant. How he didn’t want to be there. After his complaints he goes in for a hug, it’s unwanted. I think to myself, “Why do you have to be here?” but say nothing, weakly smiling at my mother who is giving me a pitiful look. She also says nothing. I try to see what my brother is feeling, but his face remains stoic. 

We go into the restaurant, it’s small and cramped, but the smell of meat cooking fills the air. And again, I’m excited. “What are you going to get?” my mother whispers into my ear. “I’m not sure, I’ll have to look at the menu.” I whisper back giddily. Looking at my father I can see the discomfort on his face. Oh well, I think, his problem.

It’s so busy that even with the reservation we have to wait for a table. Which is okay, I haven’t minded waiting for a long time now. We stand awkwardly, moving out of the way of drunk patrons, rich assholes and tourists. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, but I try to keep a smile on my face. My father does not. He’s complaining about something again, but I block it out. Me and my mom whisper to each other, ignoring him. Then he's complaining more. And more, and more. He asks if we even need to eat here, “Why is this so important? Why do we have to wait? This place is too busy, it sucks here. I hate this town. I hate the holiday season.” I hear it now.

I let it in, even though I tried so hard not to. Why is this so important, turns into, why are you so important? I smile at my mom again and tell her I’m going to use the bathroom. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Please don’t be occupied. Hurry up, get out of my way please. And then I’m there. Lucky for me, the bathroom is empty. When I open the door I see a single toilet, a sink, bamboo art decoration, and dark green walls poorly painted with vines. It’s not particularly dirty, just a tad run down and very small. Closing the door I realized how loud it was out there. At first the quiet brings a calming feeling, then my thoughts start to swarm. 

Something about the noise must have suppressed them, and the once welcoming quiet becomes overwhelming. Why doesn’t he just act like a father? It’s not a new thought, it’s something I’ve questioned my whole life. I disregard it and turn the thoughts inward. Why can’t I just ignore him? How could I let him get into my head? I didn’t even have to use the bathroom, I just thought I could escape him. But he’s ever more present there. He should just leave! Maybe telling him he can go home will make him feel better. No, then he’ll turn his anger towards me. I just have to ignore it, why can’t I just ignore it? In that ugly, cramped bathroom, I sit in a corner with my head in my hands.

Tears well up in my eyes. I’m so dramatic, I think to myself. Then it’s my fathers voice, Stop moping, you’re being ridiculous. My head is drumming with pain. I gasp for air, only then realizing I had been crying. Not even just crying, sobbing. I want to scream. My chest aches. It feels like it’s being stepped on. Like the air is being sucked out so forcefully my sternum could collapse. I bang my fist into the floor over and over again. Pain has always had a way of bringing me back. This time it barely works, but I’m able to stop myself from crying more. 

When I stand up, I go to look in the mirror. “God, what a fucking mess.” I mumble. It looks like I’ve run a mile, my face is blotchy and my nose is runny. I don’t remember crying so hard. I sit on the toilet seat with a dampened paper towel in my hand, tapping it on my cheekbones and forehead. Just breathe, shh just breathe.

After 5 minutes of that, I look into the mirror again. I don’t feel anything. I wipe away my smudged black eyeliner, fix my brows, smile and breathe some more. Presentable enough.

Leaving the bathroom I see my family still waiting. My father found a bench to sit on, but his face remains stern. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. I wonder if my mother said something to him while I was in the bathroom. Doubt it. 

We’re there for maybe five more minutes, then we are finally able to get a table. Whatever happened during dinner, I don’t particularly remember. Everyone is quiet. We eat. My mother and I keep a steady conversation about something. I giggle at my brother, and try not to look at my father. 

The second we pay the bill, my father gets up. He drove himself and my brother there, so he asks if my brother wants to ride back home with him. My brother declines. So then he’s off. We follow behind him, but take our time. When we get into my moms vehicle my dad was already gone. 

“Why does he have to be like that?” I ask openly. My mom responds, “Honey, he was just having a bad day. Don’t let it get to you.”  The response I get answers nothing. “But it’s my birthday, and he’s acting like a complete asshole.” “Do not say that. Leave it alone.” I look at my brother, he appears utterly detached from the situation. Fine, I think. “Can we get ice cream?” I try to say in a cheery tone. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

 Then my mom’s phone rings. It’s my dad. When she answers he’s immediately yelling, “Some punk kid just ran in to my fucking car, Shannon. God dammit. I hate these fucking tourists, we shouldn’t have even come here. This is so fucking stupid.” My mom asks if he’s okay and if there is any damage to the car. “No, I’m fine, the car is fine. I just can’t stand this fucking place. I’m going home, see you there.” and hangs up. 

I laugh, and I laugh. I have a breakdown, and I laugh some more. Through breaths I manage to say, “he’s always talking about instant karma… look at him now. Oh my God, this is too good. Oh my god.” I’m still laughing, I genuinely can’t hold it back. I never thought I’d be so happy to hear my father got into a (small) accident. My mom seems angry at first, but when she looks at me I can tell she had similar thoughts. My brother almost looks worried. We drive down the road a bit, and then we see it. The little accident my dad got into. He’s still there, so he comes up to my moms car and complains some more. I snap a blurry photo of the ordeal. This is too good. 

The kid who hit my dad is panicking, but my dad just tells him to fuck off and that it doesn’t matter. Then gets into his car and drives home. But, police show up before we can get out of there. They make us go to a parking lot to sign papers,  and the kid awkwardly tries to apologize to my mother. The police tell us my dad shouldn’t have left, but they’re not going to do much about it because of the holidays. We always get stuck with my dad’s mess, I think to myself. I giggle a bit again, What a dramatic way to think. My mom tells them we aren’t going to press charges and that the kid can leave. Then we wish them happy holidays and new year, and leave. 

“So… Can we get some ice cream?” I ask. She thinks to herself for a bit, then responds, “Sure.” I look at my brother, give him a smile, and wonder about what type of ice cream I’m going to get. 

When we get home, we are in a much better mood. We had a time at the store, giggling and making jokes. I wanted Oreo ice cream. Not only for myself, but for my dad. I knew he’d like it, and maybe that’d put him into a better mood as well. At home my dad is sitting in the living room, playing some game on his phone. “We got ice cream!” I sing, looking at him for some form of gratitude. “Cool, I’m gonna smoke.” He responds, getting up and leaving for the garage. 

I roll my eyes. I’ve put the wall back up again, piece by piece. He’s not getting to me again tonight. I refuse to let it happen. While he’s in the garage my mother gets out bowls and spoons for us. We each get a big bowl of ice cream, as I’m eating I ask if we could watch a movie. “I don’t think so honey, it’s late and everyone is tired.” I sigh loudly, but say it’s okay. We all go and sit in the living room.

My brother finishes his bowl first, gives me a hug and tells me goodnight. “Goodnight, Joshua. I hope you sleep well. What a night.” “Yeah, I will. Happy Birthday.” He says back. He looks exhausted now, so I don’t tease him about going to bed so early. 

Looking at my mom I ask again if we could watch a movie. Actually, I beg, whining like a dog, “Pleeease…” She glances at me. I can see that she feels bad for what happened, so I use it as a reason to make her stay up with me. “Fine.” She finally says. We pick out a movie, and though I don’t remember what we watched, I felt loved that day. Finally. 

[drewsbuzzcut]

How It Started

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: angst, cussing, argument, mentions pregnancy and i think that’s all

“Is it positive?” The question dares to bring a wince to your face. It’s not that you don’t want another baby, but the timing isn’t exactly good. When is it ever?

You muster up all your courage to look at the pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom counter, and to look Mat in the eyes. You know he can read you like a book, so he must know how you’re feeling right now. You know he sees the way your hands fiddle with each other, the way your lip is stuck between your teeth, and how you can meet his eyes. You know he knows.

Taking a deep breath, you finally grab the daunting test and flip it around. You’re quick to exhale the breath you weren’t aware that you were holding, almost feeling guilty that you’re relieved.

“It’s negative,” you tell Mat, watching him like a hawk to see what emotions will flash across his face. He doesn’t look upset, just concerned which in return makes you concerned.

“If you aren’t pregnant, what’s up with the vomiting here and there and the mood-swings?”

“Well, I’m stressed with work, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you explain your reasoning as to why you might’ve been feeling sick and moody.

You throw the test away, walking towards Mat and reaching out for him. As soon as he’s up, his arms are around you. His strong arms hold you firmly, warming you to the touch. It’s one of your favorite places to be. You turn to face him, throwing your arms around his neck and pecking his lips repeatedly to bring out his cheeky smile. His hands rest on the small of your back, massaging out the tension in your muscles.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you: I got asked to do a photo shoot on some beach! I think I’ll be flying out at the end of this week,” you inform Mat, extremely excited about this shoot.

You watch the way his smile falls. Your own starts to falter. His eyes turn cold and his hold on you goes slack.

“What?” You question, not being able to take any negative reaction from him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asks cautiously.

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes looking anywhere but at him, trying to figure out why he isn’t excited for you like he usually is.

“Why wouldn’t it be? I’m excited for this shoot,” you mutter.

“We literally just thought you were pregnant. You have been throwing up and moody, and you said it is because of stress,” he points out.

Your face turns into a deep frown, eyes glaring at Mat.

“What does that have to do with this?” You can feel your annoyance taking over, but you try to keep your voice calm.

“You’re stressed, so why put more stress on yourself?” Mat exclaims.

“I can handle my stress, thank you. Why don’t you just say what you really want to say?” You snap a bit.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you need to take a break,” he suggests.

“Take a break? I would never ask for you to take a break, and your job is more demanding than mine!” You’re having a real hard time not getting angry.

“That’s not fair!”

You could just scream at him right now.

“No? You know the last time we had a conversation like this was because someone put it in your head, so c’mon tell me who is laying it on thick? Tell me who hates me so fucking much that they want to cause a riff between us?” You accuse even though you know you shouldn’t.

“You know I love you, but right now I fucking hate this conversation,” he says, voice full of venom it’s so shocking to you.

“No, it's not a conversation. It’s a disagreement that’s about to turn into a big ass fight!” You almost blurt out, face turning red and eyes starting to tear up.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so hellbent on being stubborn, we wouldn’t be fighting.”

The way he says it transports you back to one of the first fights you had as a couple. It’s like you’re a child he’s berating, and because of your 5 year age gap, you think he probably still sees you as that naïve girl.

“I’m sorry that I want to continue to do my job. What’s so wrong about my job, huh? You’ve never had a problem with it before, why now?” You ask dejectedly.

“You’re gone all the time! We have two kids who are still babies! They need you here!” He says as if you were clueless about how a child needs both their parents.

“Oh and they don’t need you here? The last time I checked, you’re gone a lot longer than I am, and that’s that I take them with me when you’re not available!” By now your veins are popping out and your face is even more red.

“I told you we should think of a nanny,” Mat says quietly, almost as if he knew he shouldn’t say it.

“MAT! you’re unbelievable. I’m capable of taking care of my own damn kids. I’ve been doing pretty well for the last few years, so I don’t need a nanny,” you scream at him, all composure being thrown out the window. You watch the way he flinches, not expecting you to yell.

You both sit in the thick tension, letting it strangle you until there’s nothing left to do. Your eyes are glued on Mat, silently pleading him to take back his nanny comment and reassure you.

Nothing comes out of his mouth. His eyes won’t even look your way. The longer the silence settles, the more it starts to become clear that he believes your family will be better off with a nanny. He doesn’t think you can do it.

“Since you can’t seem to get it through your head that I don’t need to take a break, maybe we’re the ones that should be taking breaks, from each other. Maybe then you’ll see just how much you miss out. Maybe then you’ll realize that I can take care of my OWN kids,” you say, fighting through your tears.

He’s dumbfounded, staying quiet, but he eventually agrees because he’s already pushing you away and he doesn’t want to lose you completely. If he gives you what you want, then maybe you’ll be forgiving when the dust settles.

“Fine.” It’s stoic, but at least he said something.

“During this time we should figure out if we want to carry on with our marriage,” you mutter before turning to walk away, not getting a glance at his crestfallen expression.

As the night goes on, you and Mat move around each other, like asteroids constantly avoiding collision. The only time you say a word to him is to let him know that you’re taking the boys to your Hamptons house, and that you’d be staying there for a while. You initially think that he will try to stop you from leaving, but he just nods in understanding. It hurts.

Once everything is packed in your vehicle, Mat is gracious to help buckle Nolan and Angel in, making sure to give them extra kisses.

“So this is a breakup right?” Mat asks when you take the driver’s seat.

Please say no. Mat thinks to himself, knowing a break and breakup are two different things.

Oh, you think, not expecting him to want to break up.

What will this mean for your kids, your marriage? Will you have to eventually file for divorce?

“Yes, this is a breakup,” you whisper, gaze down and voice broken. You look up into the rear view mirror, checking on the boys and ultimately feeling guilty for how their lives are going to change.

You see Mat nod his head once again. Anger flows through you, replacing the blood in your veins. You’re upset that everything is getting ruined, so you look at Mat and say the one thing you thought you’d never say in a million years, “I hate you.” It’s tearful and false, but you know it’ll hit him where it hurts. You know it’s extremely childish. You start the car, not daring to spare a glance at him again, knowing you’d fall apart if you saw the sadness on his face.

It kills you to leave behind one of the biggest pieces of your heart. You can only hope that you’re doing what’s best for everyone.

a/n: So… yeah let the angst begin. This takes place before the two ig edits I recently posted. I hope you all enjoy.

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