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Slashtober🔪||Split!Seonghwa

Pairing:Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: THIS DOES NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT DIDs, IT IS JUST A FIC, DARK THEME, Pussy Slapping, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Mommy!Hwa, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Breast Play, Lactation Kink, Hwa Got Multiple Personalities (other personas are the members), Mentions Of Killing, Spit, Choking, Humiliation, Jongho Watches, It’s A LOT going on in this fic🫣…So If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀

A/N: It’s the last Slashtober fic of this year😱!!! I can’t believe it’s over already!! I swear I always have so much fun with this series, I feel like this year was so different from last year, more spooky, scary lol. Thank you all for the supportive, rather it was a like, a comment, a repost and etc…I love and appreciate yall🥹🖤! Til next year, we may or may not see Slashtober in 2025🫡!

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NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI!!!!

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“He will only listen to you.” Jongho said, letting out a loud sigh on the phone. Placing his pen down, he flickers through Seonghwas medical chart. The vein in his forehead protruding was throbbing uncontrollably. The amount of tests that had been done on Seonghwa were some of the best. Letting out a frustrated sigh you let your head thump against your work desk.

“What do you want me to do about that?” You grit into the phone clutching it tightly.

“Talk with your lawyer, come talk to him, I don’t know what to do I’m running out of options Y/N.”

“You are the doctor Jongho, what do you mean you are running options?!” You whisper yell into the phone.

“Talk to your lawyer.” He says before cutting the line, clearly annoyed you lock your phone, squeezing it in your hand. Clearly annoyed you quietly slam your phone down onto your desk. Trying your best not to alert anyone. You give your phone one last harsh squeeze before standing up and making your way towards the bathroom to make a call to the defense lawyer.

“Thank you for coming.” Jongho says while letting out a sigh. Tightening his lips up, he lets security wand your body, after stepping out from the metal detectors.

“Really?” You say, clearly annoyed. You spread your legs and arms into a starfish so that security can do their job thoroughly. Your eyes cut to Jongho, staring at him harshly you are practically seething with anger. Feeling the intense atmosphere, Mingi decides to break the tension.

“I heard he doesn’t have any new personality developments.” He says with a smile on his face, as he’s done wanding your body. Standing up straight he has a big smile on his face, before he looks over to Jongho who is staring at you with irritation. Nodding your head you shoot Mingi a smile..

“Thank you Mingi, at least someone has given me good news.” With a genuine smile you pat his shoulder before stepping back and waving your hand forward signaling Jongho to lead the way. Rolling his eyes you both walk down the hallway, without saying a word. Irritation liters the bright, white halls.

“I love him.” You state outloud in the eerily quiet hallway, eyes shooting daggers into the back of Jonghos head.

“He is a murderer.” He states, your lips automatically zipping shut. Your hands ball into your pants. You couldn’t help what Seonghwa was, he was like that long before you came along, not all of his personalities were horrible. Majority of them were quite interesting, as a collective you had learned to love them all.

“Murdered 18 people in one single night, and you say you love him.”

Biting your lip you try to refrain from any smart remarks but your mouth moves before your brain can comprehend anything.

“Deep down, he’s still my Seonghwa and no personality is going to change that.” You say, standing firm on what you said. Were you heartbroken to say the least? Of course. You were disappointed, disgusted, down right devastated. Yet that sliver of hope you held onto was enough to still make you have faith.

“Thank you Mingi, at least someone, my ass.” Jongho mockingly whispers to himself, opening the door, as you walk in he holds his hand out stopping you.

“Remain right here.” He says, starting up a big light, you hear it power on, lights dimming with how much energy it’s pulling, pivoting around the light trying to get a good eye at Seonghwa.

He’s sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, tea cup in hand while his sharp eyes stare at you.

“My, my, my, we have company.” He says while bringing his tea cup up to his lips slowly. Feline eyes flickering to your stagnant figure. Your body immediately begins to heat up. You knew you’d walk into one of his personalities but not one of your most favorite ones.

“Dr. Jongho, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” Setting down his tea cup on the small sauce plate next to his bed. He shifts his body, facing towards you.

“Doll, it’s been too long as well. I’ve missed you.” With a smile on his face, he looks up at you through his eyelashes before batting them.

“H-Hi.” You say with a small wave, your body immediately heats up. Your fingers pick at the skin around your thumbs, body already riddled with nerves.

“I’m going to observe you both.” Jongho states, loudly enough for you both to hear. Seonghwas eyes never lift off of you, his back is straight, shoulders are curved, lips in a small smile, his teeth just poking through. The energy that radiated off of him was alluring.

“What is it you are hoping to see Dr. Jongho?” Seonghwa asks, picking up his teacup again, legs coming undone from being crossed. He’s speaking to Jongho yet his eyes never let up on you. They remain on you, flickering all over your figure, studying you as if this observation is a test that he is willing to pass. Jongho flushed a light shade of pink, clearing his throat. He flicks through the papers before he can speak to Seonghwa; he's cut off by the man himself. Letting out a small gasp Seonghwa places his tea cup down, hand brushing through his hair before he flicks his eyes to Jongho for a split second.

“What do you wanna observe Jongho? You say quietly, feeling minuscule under Seonghwas intense stare. It was not threatening, not fear worthy. If anything it made you squirm, riddled your body with nerves. When he had this personality on the rise you tried your best to be as pristine, and elegant as possible. Nothing but the best for your mommy. Clicking his pen, he scribbles down on the stack of papers once more. Trying his best to avoid the question.

“He wants to see us fuck.” A harsh voice comes out of Seonghwa, slamming the rest of the tea back he lets out a loud groan afterwards. Frame going from cute and petite, to manly and gruff. His frame looks larger, shoulders more broad, yet a puppy-like smile on his face while he fills the room with nothing but dirty words.

“Want me to bend her pretty ass over? Or you wanna see her from the front?” He asks in a husky tone, eyes flashing over to you, watching your timid frame gawk at him. No matter how long you had been with Seonghwa you never got used to how quick another personality could appear. As you hear a small click you, look up at the ceiling watching the lights dim as the large flashing white light fills the room practically blinding all of you.

As the blinding light clears you look at Seonghwa through blurred vision. Small tiny dots fill your eye sight, blinking them away. There is Seonghwa with one leg crossed over the other with feline eyes once more.

“Fuck!” You groan out, rubbing your eyes, your body reacts fast, thumping Jongho in the back of the head. Eyes watering from the flash, you grit your teeth ready to tear him a new one when Seonghwa speaks up.

“Excuse me. When did we learn to have such filthy mouths?” He asks, eyebrow raising as he watches all the anger leave your body, eyes growing wide like a deer caught in the headlights. You wring your hands through the bottom of your shirt, that nervous feeling making a grand appearance once more.

“So-sorry.” You whisper out, body flushed with embarrassment that you had been caught in such an act. Wincing slightly Jongho places a strong hand on your shoulder before shoving you forward, you practically tumble into Seonghwas lap. His quick reflexes catch you, delicate hands placed on your hips to stabilize you. As his warm hands come in contact with you, you let out a small whimper. It had been so long since you had felt Seonghwa let alone his mommy personality, a soft hand brushes against your cheek, lifting your head slightly as you look at his sleek eyes. That familiar love and adoration twinkles just below his dark brown eyes, you swear you can see the light behind them.

“Hi mommy..” you whisper out hand coming to clutch the side of your pants. Noticing immediately he grips your balled fist, unraveling it, as he brushes over your palm. You practically fell like putty into his hands.

“What did I tell you about doing that?” He says, voice as smooth as silk. As your brain loses all of the common sense it typically holds you grow sheepish. Body flushing with an indescribable heat. As you pull at the collar of your shirt to get an air flow, it dawns on you that Seonghwa is seated in just a pair of white boxers.

“Come here.” He purrs, turning you around, planting your ass directly on his lap. His warm hands come up under your shirt, pulling the fabric off slowly, as your bra comes into sight, you get a bit self conscious as it had been over 5 months since you had last seen Seonghwa. As your arms hug you tightly, he grabs them lightly, pushing them down.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, doll. Let mommy see you.” He whispers into your ear, as your arms drop he keeps one hand rubbing your arm as his other hand goes to fiddle with the button of your pants. As he strips you out of every piece of clothing you own, you’ve never felt more self conscious yet confident at the same time. His back is firmly against the headboard, with you in between his legs, legs propped onto the bed, feet planted firmly into the soft mattress below you. Your cunt glistens under the bright white led lights that fill the small space. As your eyes flicker down to your cunt, you grow a bit flustered, you try to shut your legs as quickly as possible, growing a bit flustered under Seonghwas gaze. It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten that Jongho was right in the room with you both.

“Let me see..” he purrs out, hand coming to open your wedged legs..

“Be a good doll, and listen to mommy.” He groans into your ear. As your body warms across the front of Seonghwas chest you look at the mirror that’s boring holes into every action you and Seonghwa do.

“Is the mirror necessary?” You whine out, flustered at seeing your own dirty actions. Clearing his throat, it dawns on you that Jongho is still here and that he will remain here the whole time. Cunt fluttering, Seonghwa sees through the mirror that your pussy clenches around nothing. A small smirk on his face continues to grow as he watches your shiny slick cover your lower half.

“Be a good doll for me, and for Dr. Jongho.” He whispers into your ear. Nodding your head slightly you open your legs once more. You watch as Seonghwas eyes glimmer with need.

Laying you down slowly, Seonghwas large thin frame towers over your own. His dark hair frames his face, plump lips bitten between his perfect teeth. You are in love with every inch of this man, he could make you feel so loved one second, and the next? Nothing but a dirty whore. The balance between all the personalities was nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins while loving him was addicting. You had grown accustomed to this lifestyle, you were nothing but devoted to the Park Seonghwa.

“Mommy is going to fill you all the way up to here.” He says seductively as he brushes his hands over your lower belly. Poking it slightly before he caresses your lower stomach. The fleshy area his eyes are dead set on always made you a bit insecure. As he kneads your stomach you let out a quiet moan, hands coming to brush him away. When his other hand stops your motions.

“Did mommy tell you to touch her?” He questions, eyebrow raising as he drifts his eyes to look up at you. His sharp gaze makes you squirm, shaking your head no you, moving your eyes to look at his forehead. When Seonghwa got like this, it always made your head spin, you could barely hold eye contact with him as it was so intense you felt your skin prickle with nerves. Stomach doing flips while he grabs your chin lightly before telling you to look at him. Eyes low, and sultry, he glances over your body, thumb rubbing your cheek before he shifts his weight. Brushing two fingers through your wet folds, making a squelching noise before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them.

“So wet, so good.” He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Bringing his face close to yours, he brushes his fingers through your folds again, placing one finger in your mouth, and the other in his.

“Go on, taste yourself.” He whispers before sucking your arousal off his shiny finger. Placing your tongue out you take his whole finger in your mouth. Sitting up, he pulls you up before sitting behind you, shuffling his body against the headboard, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back down. Your back is firmly against his own, his warm embrace was worth a million words. Pussy on display for the room he stares ahead at the cracked mirror at the end of the bed. His dark gaze falling upon your cunt. Swiping two fingers through your folds, before he spreads your lips.

“Look at her…just glistening. Isn’t she pretty?” He purrs into your ear, feeling your body heat up.

“Mommy is going to put a baby right in there.” He says touching your stomach once more, eyes enamored and twinkling with the thought of you being heavy bellied.

With your legs spread you look into the mirror, body heating with embarrassment you try to close your legs. With a firm hand on your thigh he holds your legs open. Wet fingers digging into your leg, you whimper at his touch. His other hand comes down to grip your breast, pinching your nipple. Back arching off of him you moan his name quietly.

“Did I tell you to shut your legs?” He asks in a sultry tone, hands firm on the meat of your thighs. Slapping your soft flesh you open your legs again, his hand comes down, slapping your cunt. As his palm rises back, your sticky arousal sticks to it. Strings of clear stickiness stretch with each pull back of his hand. Continuously slapping your cunt, your legs jerk with each strike, letting out a loud mewl your body hunches over.

“Ple–please Mommy, please, please..” you beg out. Not even sure what you are asking for. As your juices drench his palm, he pulls his hand back once more, slapping your pussy a bit harder this time. With a final cry your body arches off of his warm chest, juices spraying out of your cunt. Legs shaking as your feet are trying their best to remain planted on the soft mattress. His sticky palm comes down to your pussy, rubbing small circles onto your clit, hushing you as you continue to unravel before his eyes. As you come down from your high, he eases off of your clit. Licking his palm he rolls his tongue behind his teeth, savoring the flavor. With heavy pants you lean further back into his chest. Body wet with your own slick, and cum.

“Fuck, you think you can do that again?” A deep voice rings out behind you, looking in the mirror you watch as his gaze changes, eyes flushing dark, losing that loving streak that his mother personality had, eyes lazily looking at him you barely can put together a coherent sentence.

“Fuck that, you will do it again.” Plunging two fingers deep into your cunt, he wiggles them around looking for your spongy spot. Thumb pressed hard against your clit, you let out a loud moan, legs turning into jelly and falling on the bed. As his thumb strums quickly over your swollen clit, your legs turn every way, body going through the first stages of over stimulation. A twisted grin cracks onto his face, one of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place.

“God, she’s so fucking sloppy.” he groans, before pulling two fingers out, slapping your cunt before diving his fingers back in. As they slam in and out of you at a quick pace you moan out Seonghwas name, nails digging into the blanket on top of the mattress. His eyes shoot over to Jongho who is standing there, teetering between the lines of being unfazed, and desperately turned on.

“Wish this was you huh doc?! I’m going to fill this pretty cunt up, having you carrying my seed around.” He says loudly, laughing booming off of the concrete walls. Your body moves whichever way he pulls you, effortlessly moving like you are a doll.

“Look at her pretty pussy, just gushing.” Pulling out he slaps your cunt once more. You let out a loud moan, head turning, trying to catch a glimpse of Seonghwa.

“Your pussy is talking to me, and does she have a lot to say.” His hand wraps tighter around your waist, his crazed eyes bore into you.

You whimper out his name, in a twisted way, this is exactly what you wanted. You missed this, you missed Seonghwa. But you missed all the personalities he had charging through him. Everyday was like cranking up a Jack in the box, you know something was going to pop out, the thrill of not knowing what exactly always made your body on edge, it made your adrenaline run rampant. This is exactly what you wanted.

“Have some decorum, trying to talk over her.” Bringing a hand down he slaps your pussy. Body quivering with a loud moan. You call out to Seonghwa once more.

“Fuck!” He groans out, bringing two fingers to collect the slick that’s dripping down your ass.

“Yunho?” Jongho questions while flipping through the papers on his clipboard making a note, the pen screeches with each drag. You catch a small glimpse of Jongho, clutching the pen tightly in his grasp, while a head of sweat drops down his forehead. A harsh slap to your dripping pussy pulls you from your thoughts.

“I really would prefer if she called me Yunho.” He purrs out, hands running down your inner thighs before slapping your cunt again. Quickly riding himself of his boxers, he positions himself in between your legs, roughly grabbing his cock he lets out a small hiss.

“Fuck have I missed you.” He groans out before catching your lips in a kiss

“She’s so fucking sloppy.” He groans out, pausing his wild thrust to spit at your pussy. The cool saliva hitting your clit. He watches as it drips down to his cock that is stilled inside of you.

His hips draw back before slamming into you with a loud smacking noise. His hips are flush against your inner thighs. His hand comes down to hold you in place by your throat. He’s fucking you like a mad man. Your mouth falls open into a non existent moan, as he’s fucking all the common sense out of your brain.

“Shiiit, that’s it. Shut your pretty mouth and take this dick.” He grits out, hand gripping tighter around your throat. With a choked out sob you nod your head pathetically, letting him have full control over you. Gripping the back of one of your thighs with his other still tight around your throat he bends one of your legs to your chest. Hitting you deeper, the new position has your hands coming up and clutching the one around your throat. Grip tight, as his eyes flood with dark lust, both of his pupils are blown wide. You’ve never seen this sight of Seonghwa, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t addicting.

“Going to give you all my babies, Fuck!” He roars out once more. Gathering all his saliva he spits on your cunt, hips never letting up on pounding you into the mattress. Pressing his body onto your front pushing you further into the mattress. His hand reaches down and wraps around your throat, picking your head up off of the bed. With drool running down your mouth, sweat covering your forehead. You look like you just ran a marathon. Voice cracking with each powerful thrust he gives you, your hands help hold your body up, elbows shaking at the intense speed he’s striking you with. Giving you a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against yours you let out a squeak. Dropping his full weight on you, you groan out his name. Parting your lips with his own, sticking his tongue down your mouth he opens his eyes, making direct contact with Jongho who is gripping the clipboard tightly still.

“You like watching me fuck her?” He asks, voice laced with venom. Hips snapping against the meat of your ass, each thrust hikes your body up the bed. Mattress creaking with each movement he does. Pausing his thrust, he pulls your body off of the bed, locking his arms behind you, so that you sit up right. His sweaty, wet chest against your back. Your naked body once again on display for Jongho. Kissing the side of your neck, he nips at the skin, marking it with his bites. Dark hickies dance along your neck, not stopping til he’s satisfied with his work. Giving you one powerful thrust almost doubling over from the strength of it. His hips begin to piston in and out of you once more, arms locked tightly behind you back. Looking over your shoulder he watches as your breast bounces with each thrust.

“Look at that doc..” he grits out, head cocking back slightly at the feeling of your warm, sopping wet walls wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“See how well she takes me.” He says through a laugh, your body grows hotter knowing Jonghos eyes are directly on you both. As Seonghwa feels your cunt clench around his member. Hitting you with one deep thrust, he pulls you back more, making sure to arch your back even further.

“I think we have a exhibitionist on our hands Doc.” Seonghwa sings out, before slamming you down on his cock. Making sure to match the strokes to the way he makes you bounce on top of him.

“She’s so fucking wet.” He groans out, watching as your cum, mixed with own , runs down your leg. Thighs are still sticky with your arousal, the cum mixing makes loud squelching noises each time he thrusts inside of you.

“You wanna taste her?” He asks eyes flickering an even darker shade as he rag dolls you up and firm his cock, you can’t help but let out a small whimper at the thought of Jongho kneeling before you both. Letting your body go you flop down onto the mattress. As you land softly, he slaps your ass hard.

“She’s a fucking slut.” He says slapping your ass once more, grabbing the meat of it and slamming you down. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck..

“But she’s my slut.” His eyes lock with Jonghos as he’s got you hiking up and down his cock. A wicked smile breaks out onto his face, Jonghos had enough of this personality, flicking through the paperwork checks off the name Yunho..

“We’ll say goodbye Yunho.” Jongho says hitting the button on the light, a huge white flash fills the room. Seonghwa doubles over letting out a loud cry, pulling out of your spent pussy, a quiet pop is made as he pulls away, cunt instantly oozing with cum. The warm feeling runs between your legs. Letting out a satisfied sigh you cause your eyes, trying your best to mellow out your breathing.

“Look how messy you are.” Seonghwa says with a squeak to his voice, letting out a small groan you already know what personality has appeared.

“Yunho slutted you out.” he says, dragging two fingers between your folds, clit swollen and sore. Letting out a small hiss as he glides through your cunt.

“Woo please..” you say silently, trying to bat his hand away. Your eyes poke open, trying to take a peak at him. Sitting on his knees behind you he puts a hand under you, helping you roll over. As your breast comes into sight. He dives face first into your chest, mouth wrapping around your pebbled nipples. Moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, he grabs onto your other nipple, brushing a finger over it, you let out a whine. Bringing a hand up to brush the dark locks out of his face, as he continues to suckle on one of your nipples, you watch a devious smile grace his face.

“You taste so good.” He groans out, mouth full of your breast. Those mischievous eyes always have an underlying motive. As he continues to suckle on your breast, he pinches the other one a pathetic whimper leaves your throat.

“One day milk will come out of these.” He says giving your nipple a harsh pinch before attaching his mouth onto your sore one.

“It’ll be a fight between me and Yunho about who gets to try your milk first.” The thoughts of the warm liquid pouring into his mouth have his cock jumping.

“We are going to fill you to the brim, then you are going to take another load, and another.” He says with a smile, resting his forehead against your boob.

“You will be swollen with our child.” He says with glee, mouth detaching from your nipple, giving it a kiss before switching to the other. His dark eyes shift over to Jongho, a small squeaky laugh leaves Seonghwas throat.

“Wanna watch me put a baby in her doc?” He asks, voice laced with mockery. Jongho has had enough of each personality that has made its way through, they were not who he was looking for. You look up lazily as you watch him clutch the small remote, seeing his thumb flex you quickly try to shield Seonghwa, yelling at him to close his eyes.

“No, no, n-Fuck!” The flash of white light goes off again, your body falling lax once more. Letting out a quiet sigh you look down at Seonghwa, the way he fidgets with hands you immediately know who has taken over. A bright blush brushes over his face and neck. Trying his best to cover his chest up, he leans forward nose bumping yours, giving you a small kiss before snapping back against the bed.

“Yeosang it’s okay.” You breathe out, tone laced with tiredness.

“No, no, no!” Jongho groans out in frustration before clicking the button multiple times, a loud roar leaves his throat. You watch as his muscles contract, you’ve never seen this side of him before. Your eyes grow big with worry, cocking your head back as you watch as an evil grin paints Jonghos face.

“There it is! The thing of the hour!” He says satisfied.

Watching as his eyes cut, you see Seonghwas body grow bigger by the second, muscles rippling his thin frame. His eyes grow a shade of black you’ve never seen before. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open in a snarl. Your body freezes below him, a shaky hand goes out to touch his firm chest that’s rippling with a new muscle every second. As your warm fingertips go to touch the man nestled between your shivering thighs you call out his name softly.

“Seonghwa..” you whisper, eyes having a sliver of hope that he’s still in there somewhere.

“This is the beast.” Jongho states, noting down how many clicks and what it all took for him to get Seonghwa to this current persona. You can feel the deep growl resonating in Seonghwas firm chest.

“Hey…hey…I’m right here.” You whisper out, both hands coming in contact with his face. Worry fills your voice, you needed Seonghwa here and now with you. As you mutter Park Seonghwa over and over again, the Beast continues to stare at Jongho with anger flicking with each blink. His nails grow long, pinching your delicate skin, as he comes to grab your hands off of his face gently.

“Please don’t do this.” You whisper out, tears fill your eyes. Seonghwas eyebrow flickers, eye twitching with another personality trying to break through.

“Show her..” Jongho whispers out, Seonghwas ears twitch as if he was an animal at Jonghos quiet sentence. Eyed growing dark once more he lets out a growl, bed creaking as his body grows heavier with each passing second.

“Shut up!” Seonghwa booms out, this voice you have never heard before. As his large body tries to break from the grasp you have on his face.

“Seonghwa please, please, please.” You mutter out, tears streaming down your face. His ears twitch again, letting out a blood curdling roar he doubles over, panting heavily.

“Doll, please..” Seonghwa breathes out, his mommy persona rising through the darkness.

“Mingi take her out of here.” Jongho says into his walkie talkie, trying to claw your way off of the bed, to rush Jongho, he shoves you down to the ground. Ass hitting the floor with a thud, Seonghwas body snaps up, charging Jongho.

“No! Don’t hurt her.” He says through an animalistic tone, clicking the button, Jongho watches Seonghwas large figure hit the floor in pain. A loud cry comes from him, as you begin to get your breath again you make your way towards Seonghwa.

“Please don’t hurt her.” His mother persona breathes out, clutching his chest in pain.

“Stop it!” his Wooyoung persona cries out as Jongho hits the button once more. As Mingi slams the door open he’s frightened by what he sees. Your crying naked form trying to shield Seonghwa as Jongho stands large above the both of you. He was playing God. As Mingi scoops you up off of the floor, your hands try to grip anything it can to stay in the room. Tears fill Mingis eyes at the desperate attempt you make to stay in the room with your lovers. As he’s got you hoisted in the air you scream, and kick your legs.

“Put her in a room of her own.” Jongho says proudly before clicking the button again, the white flash flooding the room once more. Mingi opens his tight shut eyes, he nods carrying you out into the dead empty hallway. You thrash, attempting to scratch Mingis hands so he would let you go. Yet nothing works. You can barely look at his own sad face, Mingi knew how much you loved Seonghwa, everyone knew. It wasn’t a secret, you wanted the odd man in every way. You wanted any and everything that came with him. Being apart from him felt like half of you was missing.

“Let me go! Seon-Seonghwa!” You scream as Mingi grabs your naked body, hands slipping due to all the sweat and cum that’s cakes on your skin. Tears fill your lash line. You thrash in Mingis hold you continue to scream out for Seonghwa. Trying your best to rip out his hold, you begin to punch Mingis hands that are holding you tightly.

“Let me go!” You scream, thrashing even harder. The shame of being naked in his hold is the second to last thing on your mind. You watch from the small window that’s on Seonghwas heavy steel door. The flash of white continuously goes off. The loud cries from each personality fill your ears. Body tiring from the constant thrashing as you can hear your lovers in distress.

“I’m so sorry Y/N..” Mingi says through a whisper. Tears begin to streak down your face. Lip trembling as you let out a loud whail. Your hands come to your mouth to conceal the noise. Mingis grips never eases up as he has your feet dangling from the ground, a large arm firm around your waist.

“I hate you, I hate every single one of you in this place.” You whisper as the cries from Seonghwa go quiet.

“I hope he kills all of you.” You whisper void of any emotion. The white light stops flashing in the room and the hallway lights go out, leaving the bright red glow from the emergency exit signs to keep the dark hallway with some form of light. The sudden slam of the door to Seonghwas room startles you and Mingi. With a noticeable jump he lets go of you, your body hitting the floor, not even caring at the pain of the sting. Your body lays flat against the tiles, crunching into the fetal position. As Mingi looks down at you he fiddles with his utility belt, pulling the small flashlight from it, cutting it on he flashes it down the hallway not seeing anyone there with a loud whisper he calls out to Jongho. With no response, he looks between your crying figure on the floor, and the hall once more. Your small sniffles fill the area, adding to an eery environment.

“I hate you, I hate you..” you mutter quietly, as you hand holds your lower stomach. Seonghwa being ripped from you in more ways than one had you nauseated.

“I’m going to check on Dr. Jongho, stay right here.” Mingi whispers out, terror filling his voice. As he takes one step forward he hears a loud creak. Planting his feet still, he can feel a heavy breath on his neck. Biting his lip, tears fill his own eyes, the flashlight dropping as he’s suddenly pulled into the darkness. A loud cry roars from him before it falls silent again, not even bothering to look back, to heartbroken at Seonghwa being torn from you. Your body rocks back and forth on the floor. Still hunched in the fetal position, ass naked, with zero care in the world.

“There, there..” Seonghwa says, that soft feminine voice falls on your ears. Eyes immediately shooting at him. A large blanket covers your naked frame, his warm hand brushes your cheek. Your eyes fill with more tears, breaking out into a loud sob. Seonghwa lays down right next to you, caressing your body. As your body racks through continuous sobs you feel the muscles from the beast slowly go back into his body, his large muscular frame goes back into its original state.

“Mommas here..” he says, giving the back of your head a kiss, bringing you closer to his chest you cuddle him further.

“Mommas gotchu..”

“We got you..”

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gimmick-blog-bracket · 3 months ago

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The reactions to my previous post made me realize I should probably post all the competitors that are a part of this competition, in alphabetical order. This will be split into several reblogs to bypass the mention limit. I'll leave this to simmer a bit before I actually get around to seeding.

If you're on this list and don't want to be, please let me know!

@1337sp34kr

@a-counter

@accidental-homestuck

@accidental-will-wood-reference

@ace-attorney-smash-or-pass

@aistobascistod

@aita-blorbos

@alonglistofbirds

@alphabetcompletionist

@alyrictoasongbythecranewives

@am-i-the-asshole-official

@amongus-text-detector

@amphibianaday

@anarchist-chess

@ao3org

@apolladay

@apple-counter

@arewebeholdingaman

@aroace-everyday

@aromantic-everyday

@asciicompletionist

@ave-daily

@bad-time-analogies

@badjokesbyjeff

@bear-detector

@best-u-of-feenis-program

@bestanimal

@bible-word-counter

@big-mayo-official

@binas-official

@birdcounter

@black-parade-daily

@blood-heritage-posts

@blorbo-court

@bocchidaily2024

@booktomoviebrawl

@born-against-daily

@bovineblogger

@bozarotexts

@bugthingsdaily

@c-counter

@c-official

@ca-dmv-bot

@can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture

@can-they-lift-thors-hammer

@cantheykillmacbeth

@cantheysurvive2001aspaceodyssey

@cantheywinthehungergames

@carbon-monoxide-detector

@card-of-the-day

#not a poll

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sentientballofpeas · 2 months ago

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@artemis-dawn8 I heard you were making a list of gimmick blogs? Anyways, here's some more. (Sorry) (part 1)

@bronzong-detector

@randomcryptidencounter

@tag-list-manegment

@the-scrimblifier

@sm64mario

@girl-detector-detected

@medievaljournalist

@jiji-is-blog

@dadquestions

@daily-your-did-it

@tdorcs

@patricia-nixon-official

@nixon-official

@the-daylight-detector

@post-dragonifier

@definetly-eggo-waffles

@gimmickygimickblog

@kasaneteto-official

@theincrediblytalentedziggy

@post-licker

@dyktvideogamesfx

@colormush

@youtubeminuscontent

@minecraft-out-of-context

@assigning-pokemon

@the-everything-remover

@kyubeys-contract

@gimmick-blog-reviewer

@the-frightening-ghoul

@the-anon-scp-confessions

@amen-break-detector

@miku-detector

@its-target-official

@hells-corprate-officail

@ilookforbubbles

@keke-is-blog

@is-it-the-ides-of-march

@spell-unlocked

@girl-detector-detector

@girl-detector-detector-detector

@dissapointed-by-lack-of-soup

@is-the-post-relliable

@picrew-chainer

@i-say-waa

@penguin-detector

@vowelremover

@worm-on-a-blog

@broadway-official

@tomscottnumber

@for-real-the-sky

@snackgenerator

@lxde-official

@haiku-bot-human-version

@thebabycup

@silly-poll-blog

@jet2-official

@crab-thief

@the-gimmick-pharmacists

@animal-families-tournaments

@diogenes-is-it-a-man

@horse-detector

@identifying-uk-trains-in-posts

@we-love-garlic

@a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay

@google-maps-unofficial

@starmod

@another-gimmick-therapist

@the-gimmick-doctor-real

@rathalloffame

@fool-counter

@shattered-moon-crystalis

@weezer-detector

@reactionimagesdaily

@place-an-ice-cube-on-a-burger

@into-the-timeloop-i-went

@cactus-detector

@detector-of-things

@vote-to-note-ratio

@om-nom-detector

@foreign-planet-chaldeas

@gimmick-unremover

@the-great-old-one

@ratligion-official

@baba-is-blog

@animal-vegetable-or-mineral

@alphabetizing-posts

@your-fave-as-owl

@saltwater-spotter

@the-planet-vulcan

@ask-the-rat

@mother-of-evil-chaos

@tagswoman

@asexual-official

@snailifier

@real-hellstar-remina

@fakenewsfactcheck

@oxygen-officially

@lead-official

@atlanta-city-official

@new-update-s-today

@saivior-pallas-official

@rooksbury-real

@official-rhode-island

@silly-detector

@o-s-t—d-e-u-c-h-l-a-n-d

@contextfreepatentart

@curse-of-gimmick

@in-real-life-moon

@real-yucous-ghe

@through-bats-eyes

@diomena-daughter-of-callisto

@the-real-chipotle

@the-gimmick-cryptozoologist

@useless-catalanfacts

@newsverse-camera-crew

@vortexlabs

@official-crab-posts

@hedgehog-detector

@foxpost-generator

@actually-gort

@phicton-of-grandeur

@mozilla-firefox

@the-gimmick-carpenter

@true-blue-straya3

@ogle-official

@doctor-for-spaceverse-gimmicks

@the-ghost-of-a moons-light

@amalthea-moon-of-jupiter

@whale-shark-detector

@blue-marble-earth

@incomprehensible-deity-of-void

@de-haj-theve

@empire-russia-real

@koenigreich-preussen-real

@denmark-norway-real

@polish-hungarian-cw-real

@a-literal-rat

@major-tom-official

@dude-the-ancient-dragon

@apollohour

@actual-god

@samephotoofswslink

@bell-detector

@wildcard-completionist

@squiddo-but-everywhere

@officially-7-eleven

@spinning-dial-official

@official-blahaj-posts

@o70-anon

@red-rotary-dial

@gimmick-explainer

@polls-everyday

@irrelevant–wikipedia-articles

@why-ask-eve

@satan-official

@post-detector

@jeopardy-evil

@telangana-official

@achievement-g3t

@civillisation-updates

@the-actual-catacombs

@just-a-gravastar

@wormed-hole

@the-narrator-news-network

@the-newest-official

@the-scp-news

@wikipedia

@the-evil-lgbtq-foundation

@girl-detector

@official-norway

@the-officialest-news

@autism-detector

@the-official-news

@windows11-official

@therealgodofficial

@the-gimmick-demonn

@miranda-moon-mira

@brown-dwarf-lover

@added-context-readers

@heraldryandemvlemwars

@things-that-are-not-true

@the-real-new-york

@the-identifier

@decontextifier

@nebula-police

@council-of-nebulae

@aussieaspecforces

@museum-place-of-guys

@the-trappist-1-h

@oort-could-official

@mh-a-day

@scattered-disk

@vocabulary-altering-posts

@the-real-nether

@planet-cubed

@notadwarf

@dysnomia-of-eris

@official-romania-account

@the-mage-of-the-hanged

@shadowbanned-stupid

@gaia-bh1-a

@officially-estonia

@stella-the-bartender

@gaia-bh1-b

@your-fave-had-a-divorce

@centrum-1894b

@milkblackoutpoetry

@the-incorrect-dictionary

@kepler-22b-research-labratory

@network-rail

@polyduces-of-saturn

@haumea-of-wizardry

@cute-simile--gimmick

@spaghetti-o-detector

@i-say-your-mom

@thegimmickexplorer

@unofficial-oviraptors

@femboy-community-notes

@i-assign-dnd-alignments-to-posts

@tethys-for-real

@4-vesta-official

@prospero-official

@neuro-officially

@the-elders-realm

@does-this-require-cynobacteria

@thecoffeeanon

@british-rail

@posts-from-anon

@snomba-has-blog

@snomchievment-unlocked

@posts-without-the-letter-e

@sol-lll-official

@encedalus-totally

@official-graveyard-posts

@hate-anon-but-better

@shitty-sheep

@goo-glart-official

@randomalienencounter

@the-sniffer

@sniffer-of-gimmicks

@achievement-achievement-unlocked

@gimmickthiefthiefthiefthiefthief

@space-is-tasty

@primium-the-planet

@centers-for-disease-control

@inevitable-decay

@voices-of-amora-elzin-and-marisa

@the-ancient-night

@the-universe-itself

@british-rail-official

@meecrosoft-word-art

@national-rail

@the-rain-official

@exoplanet-iras-here

@karl-marx-official

@65803-didymos

@rosette-nebula-real

@helium-5-raidioactive

@helium-3-real

@oganesson-real

@i-hate-same-pic-rick-roll

@youareanidiot-official

@polonium-official

@6th-element

@flourine-9th-element

@officially-plutonium

@bat-detector

@official-answer

@the-asteroid-ida

@official-artifact-stealer

@6-hebe

@hellsite-detective

@umbriel-official

@libra-official

@the-astral-thief

@thephantomrickroller

@the-rat-detector-couple-the-1st

@the-little-bear-in-the-stars

@whiny-bitch-detector

@gliese-436-red-dwarf

@official-planet-of-internet

@ariel-the-imoral-girl-of-magic

@the-ringless-saturn

@idontrateyourposts

@helium-real

@the-delaware-official

@copper-official

@fish-detector-the-second

@thepersonofthewatervase

@which-is-the-very-best

@the-astral-twins

@iapetus-totally

@chixulub-impactor-official

@alhena-gemini

@new-caledonia-anarchy

@the-5th-gas-giant-official

@definetly-not-an-orange-lollipop

@theendlesseris

@is-silksongg-released-yet

@the-official-vine

@pintrest-officila

@cute-aggression-official

@autismswagsummit

@tree-un-detector

@trappist-1-f

@duck-detector

@best-tournament-blog-bracket

@orca-detector-detector

@the-cervantes-system

@ask-time-itself

@the-blahaj

@moon-detector

@detector-detector-squared

@lightkepler

@quaor-official

@the-j1407b

@unofficially-arkansas

@pluto-offical

@the-sol-sun-fr

@x-dot-com-unofficial

@hungry-hungry-blackhole

@blatentmisinformation

@unofficial-saturn

@pea-detector

@the-assigner-of-gimmicks

@constelation-crux-official

@certified-door-posts

@the-friendly-neighbourhood-anon

@flute-official-2

@flute-official

@chapel-hill-nc-real

@totally-durham-nc

@the-grammar-ruiner

@cat-thievery

@dark-matter-official

@the-dwarf-planet-eris

@im-canis-minor

@i-give-olms-to-people

@the-star-mimosa

@truly-pluto

@nutopia-official

@gimmickverse-animation

@totally-the-moon-oculus

@really-a-vampire

@mitros-and-situ

@the-actual-ocean

@all-turtles-are-magenta-actually

@anonymous-real

@the-universe-devs

@real-zoozve

@legit-moth

@sclera-officially

@everyone-must-enjoy

@platonic-solid-finder

@brainfuck-official

@vitreous-officialy

@40-eridani-stars

@axolotl-detector

@irl-loading-screens

@autism-official

@snailspng

@gimmick-knight

@europa-official

@detector-detector

@i-am-a-hammer-head-shark

@list-of-not-ominous-threats

@totally-texas

@northern-fail

@totally-the-real-pices

@isitfridayyet

@useless-polls

@mid-maryland

@wed-bed-behead-your-fave

@the-grammar-fixer

@east-germany-official

@official-stopandshop

@thequeryqueen

@autismfaceinc

@out-n-in-official

@theworseshitpostcaligrapher

@lorax-official

@the-real-dragon-god

@republic-of-cascadia

@irespondbees

@therapist-for-spaceverse-gimmick

@redundant-ominous-threats

@law-of-ominous-threats

@the-real-apple-mail

@gimmick-cannibals

@yeah-im-scorpio

@luxembourg-real

@things-that-are-weezer-blue

@welsh-dragon-official

@hygeia-official

@i-squish-your-fave

@alternia-official

@same-pic-of-a-goose-everyday

@official-state-of-idaho

@totally-etsy

@hoodies-official

@the-bible-translated

@the-haunted-forest

@the-fake-yahoo-mail

@utah-official

@officialscpfoundation

@the-name-gifter

@pokemonbattletournament

@the-smile-foundation

@small-potato

@overstimulation-da-emotion

@not-a-mothman

@official-level-5

@pressxtosetfree

@the-prophet-gimmick

@reallybadblackoutpoems

@totally-legit-brazil-blog

@relevant-mtg-cards

@i-eat-random-stuff

@the-gimmick-secret-agent

@unofficially-grammarly

@the-maybe-real-05-council

@opposum-detector

@the-name-stealer

@planet-of-cataclysm

@post-antonyms

@god-for-real

@other-german-confed-majors

@discord-real

@givingyouarandompathogen

@is-it-super-effective

@official-macula

@trumpet-official

@the-actual-las-nevadas

@wind-turbines-official

@the-real-uranus

@annoying-uwu-anon

@doyoulikethis-videogame-song

@whereisgem

@angry-inc

@idaho-official

@new-york-unoficial

@community-notes-real

@polish-lithuanian-cw-real

@mississippi-official

@officially-monaco

@timefromimage

@useless-walesfacts

@i-eat-your-thumbs

@shark-detector

@keytar-official

@solar-panel-official

@obviously-mojang

@algeria-realy-official

@microbes-in-hats

@hasglavebockenburntdownyet

@sillylittleanon

@the-film-theory

@officially-hungary

@actually-the-ussrs-ask-blog

@tenessee-officially

@rick-roller

@french-horn-official

@not-really-kansas-city

@temporarily-moon-two

@mumbai-official

@stitchposts

@starry-unofficial

@real-boeing-757

@organic-blazing

@the-last-ominous-threat

@05-council-unofficial

@anti-gimmick-thceif

@satan-official-account

@definitley-circle-k

@promise-anon

@officially-lowes

@the-gimmick-criminal

@the-real-planet-x

@the-moon-called-cyst

@spider-colon-3-corp

@official-wales

@gimmick-spy

@kahoot-official

@slurps-soup

@olympia-official-thx

@earth-glitches-always

@i-detect-rickrolls

@country-pride-flags

@the-analyzer

@stare-inc

@official-spellcasting-posts

@iris-gemini-home-entertainment

@solar-system-developer

@suspicious-salmon-handler

@officially-gender

@iku-spotted

@the-greek-chorus

@ratethepost

@gimmick-thief-thief-thieft-hief

@wholesomepostarchive

@official-water-detector

@iris-ghe

@the-void-anon

@the-paper-star-anon

@the-real-atlus-for-real

@official-lichtenstein

@nostalgianemojis

@distress-corp

@the-velvet-room-real

@reverse-poster

@happyinc

@totally-the-uac

@mammalidentifier

@archive-of-days

@mary-bell-radiation-authority

@thevoidofficial

@blog-blocking-service

@the-bitey-anon

@the-paperstar-anon

@the-pointing-anonv2

@scp-trading-card-game

@leprechaun-stealerofgold

@the-gimmick-hospital

@ethics-snom

@the-enchanting-table

@the-gimmick-judge

@firefox-unofficial

@the-gimmick-defence-attourney

@the-real-atlantic-ocean

@scp--096

@scp-05-council

@scp–294

@real-chicago

@real-norwayantarcticterritories

@theprovinceofaspecofficial

@the-magic-vending-machine

@the-missing-gods

@thelostcity-atlantis

@seemingly-random-rants

@the-gimmick-executioners

@galapagos-islands-notreal

@santi-the-theory-guy

@i-am-official-spider

@the-economy

@i-cover-things-in-sand

@officially-triton

@scp-or-dread-power

@voice-in-the-shadows

@kharak-the-skeleton

@evilorcadetector

@orca-detector

@gt-live

@the-gimmick-police

@desmos-calculator

@sirius-a--star

@totally-manilla-phillipines

@really-the-lunar-capital

@sunnyd-seltzer-real

@heavens-angels-official

@the-dust-among-the-stars

@the-official-netherlands

@the-same-moss-everyday

@officialcalifornia

@totally-callisto

@baby-france-very-official

@city-of-london-official

@definitely-zen-browser

@gimmickblog-posts

@covering-posts-in-brachs

@official-bulgaria

@identifying-cellphones-in-posts

@ask-wakling-mushroom

@officially-taurus-2

@official-asexual-posts

@cat-face-inc

@green-anon-real

@ancient-greece-official

@realm-of-clouds

@skull-company

@ancient-india-officially

@cracker-barrel

@arizona-official

@depot-of-homes

@loss-detector

@goose-detector

@washington-official

@official-margate

@disability-submarine-fleet

@thetimelooper

@the-official-church-of-santa

@the-gimmick-oracle

@the-eastern-orthodox-church-3

@sleep-finder

@the-pope-official

@mischief-colon-3-inc

@city-of-chicago-il-real-trust

@earth-updates-today

@skanetrafiken-official

@the-void-unoffical

@actually-titan

@spongebobheritageposts

@im-jesus

@queen-eliz-2

@theme-song-giver

@same-pic-of-fire-everyday

@soverign--state-of-britan

@the-state-of-california

@x3-inc

@stare-into-the-abyss

@evil-apple-mail

@wildoshaviolations

@frown-inc

@neutral-inc

@real-ikea-bag

@radamanthusofficial

@embarrased-inc

@smileinc

@class-dojo-officially

@gimmick-irs

@unofficial-finch-app

@fake-news-real

@mozilla-thunderbird

@greenland-official

@evilmathsuggestions

@actually-cuba

@gimmick-chemist

@email-ensemble

@obviously-luxembourg

@doyoulikethissong-poll

@saturn-official

@finding-lemon-in-posts

@definitely-minnesota

@soviet-state-of-new-york

@iceland-the-official

@proton-mail-official

@the-kingdom-of-sweden

@tomboy-hooters-official

@the-evil-yahoo-mail

@the-real-yahoo-mail

@where-is-moon-big

@gensokyo-officially

@totally-malaysia

@the-real-mexico

@multiverse-anon

@temmie-da-anon

@ocprompts

@tamrockets-wobuffet

@your-fav-isnt-divorced

@musical-posts

@hitboxesonstockimages

@destiel-news-network

@arkansasbutreal

@giant1v1poketourny

@text-colourer

@gimmickbloghunter-hunter

@gimmickbloghunterhunter

@thesaurus-official

@is-this-shakesperean-accurate

@britishcolumbiannosecandy

@ask-paranoia-duo

@whataburger-possibly-official

@city-of-boston-real

@unofficialirs

@i-study-anons

@pizza-hut-official

@thegendertheif

@almost-correct-quotes

@dailypokemoncrochet

@your-dewey-decimal-number-is

@crab-misinformation

@the-nevada

@michigan-the-state

@god-of-s2upid

@evergladesofflorida

@cleveland-city

@columbus-official

@south-dakota-unofficial

@literally-just-a-fish

@canada-official

@the-danny-devito-ifier

@truncated-decachoron

@secretly-a-puca

@lets-play-tag

@reassurance-bucket-everyday

@fuck-garlic

@official-olm-posts

@the-official-uk-of-britan

@europe-official

@radiation-detector-official

@macys-official

@the-ussr-actually

@idaho-official

@evil-maryland

@washington-official-2

@actually-czechoslovakia

@the-russia

@estonia-officially

@officially-latvia

@france-the-third

@newlondon-dweller

@characters-with-garlic-bread

@lubin-official

@lightbulb-the-great

@totally-normal-seal

@secretly-a-goose

@rhode-island-real

@locibarpulo-offical

@official-michigan-posts

@sussex-official

@rate-my-reptile

@therickrolldetector

@im-coles-trust

@isetpostsonfire

@australia--official

@identifying-planes-in-posts

@real-karakalpakstan

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aangelinakii · 4 months ago

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BLOOD ORANGE.

— challengers.

summary : after winning a tennis tournament, you meet two guys at your after-party. they invite you back to their hotel room for some beers. who knows what could happen?

note : not smut at all but like verrrrryy suggestive and a little crazy like wow reader i didn't know you were like that ALSO heavily inspired by a bot i have on cai because i knew the idea of wally and dick being patrick and art would eat tf up so i basically reconstructed a convo i had with them 🙈🙈

knock, knock.

ear pressed against the door, you could hear a rummaging around from inside the motel room, located right down the end of the hall. it was dingier than what you were used to, coming with your parents who paid for nice hotels and nice rooms, but for two college-age guys? better than one would expect.

feet padded closer, and you pulled away from the door just in time for it to open and you not fall in, which revealed the two boys you'd met at your party earlier.

wally west, red hair like fire, and a personality to match it. his smile seemed plastered to the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wandering like he wanted you to see it; not in a way that made you feel like a piece of meat, but definitely enough for you to realise he was into you.

dick grayson — ice. more cooled with his words, as well as better under the pressure of the play you'd watched, where they won the duos tournament going on. he seemed to let wally do more of the talking at the party, but was the one to invite you here; whilst wally was rambling on about how well you'd played, also trying to compliment your appearance at the same time, dick cut him off with a, "he's trying to ask you to come over tonight."

and, well, here you are.

"hey," you said lightly, looking between the two boys. their hair was both a mess, sticking out at the edges, and wally's t-shirt was on backwards. a distinct haze seemed to hang through the room, the smell of cigarette smoke now drifting out through the door.

"hey yourself," dick smiled, stepping back slightly to allow you some space to walk through. "make yourself at home. you drink, right? we have beer."

stepping into their little motel room was like walking into a time capsule; yellow wallpaper, peeling at the edges, a sqeaky-looking double bed with a ghastly grandma-floral duvet. the source of the cigarette smell seemed to be gone, but you spotted a plastic shower cap stuck with an elastic band over the smoke detector. smart kids, or bad kids?

you left your sports sliders by the door, where two pairs of tennis shoes had been strewn.

"nice place you've got here," you said with a soft laugh, drifting your hand along the tv stand, narrowly avoiding a stray polo shirt you recognised from the tournament earlier that day.

when you spotted the little paper waste bin nudged beneath the desk, it made sense how they'd managed to make the place a little cleaner — and the sound of rushing around from before. crumpled beer cans and empty cigarette packets lay at the bottom, some tissues balled up and placed over them.

wally was the one to chuckle, finding home on the bed, assumably same as before. "hey, we know it's not the four seasons," he laughed in response, causing you to look up and meet his glinting green eyes. "but i'd say it's pretty nice. you should see what some of the other tourny people are staying in."

unsure if he meant better or worse conditions, you simply offered back a smile to show you'd appreciated his input, as well as the four seasons joke. not that you'd stayed there, but you could imagine it'd be ten times more lavish than your hotel.

although they were trying to make you comfortable, there still seemed to be some tension in the air. "so, you said you have beer?" you prompted with a soft laugh.

"right," dick said, springing up from his place still at the door, which he'd closed behind you. he travelled a short way across the room, passing you in the process, to a small handheld cooler beside one of their duffle bags. he lifted the lid and dug around for three bottles. "hope you don't mind, they're not exactly good. trying to save some money, so we've only got these shitty brands."

"it's alright," you grinned in return as dick passed you a cold, dripping bottle. "the shitty ones are always the best."

this seemed to ease dick a little out of his fear of judgement, and so he reciprocated the smile as he walked round to rest on what seemed to be his side of the bed.

dick was just passing a bottle to wally when you spoke the latter's name, causing his grip on the bottle to falter slightly. "think you could crack this open for me?" you asked, and wally's smile immediately brightened.

he grabbed a lighter from the bedstand beside him and notched it at an angle beneath the lid. adding a little strength, the lid came flying off with a fizz, and you and dick gave a cheer.

"all in a day's work," wally grinned as he carefully passed you back your beer.

judging by the small ghost of a smirk on those lips of his, the brush of his fingers against yours was purposeful. "so where you from, anyway?" he asked, unable to tear his eyes away from your first cheap sip, and the way your tongue slipped out from behind your lips to dab at a stray droplet.

"oh, i'm local; malibu area," you responded with a small nod. "and you guys? you not from california?"

they seemed to share a laugh at this, although somewhat sheepish and not the type that guys share to make someone feel stupid. dick leaned back against the headboard, bringing an arm to rest behind his neck. "no, this is actually our first time in cali."

"oh? then where's home for you?"

"well, i'm from gotham," dick began, gesturing to himself with his bottle, and then redirected it towards wally. "and this guy's from blue valley but lives in central."

your eyebrows rose as you brought your beer back up to your lips for another sip, the rim pausing just for a moment. "holy— so you're eastern boys. long way to come for a tournament, isn't it?"

"i mean, we won something," wally piped up, nodding to the trophy sitting on the desk. "so i'd say it's worth it."

wally was mimicking dick, stretching his legs out along the length of the bed, still not having noticed the tag sticking out at the front of his neck, and you'd set yourself down at the foot of the bed, positioned around their ankles; just enough space for a first meeting, but just close enough to get them curious.

"so, if you're from gotham, and you're from central, how do you know each other?"

once again the two boys share a knowing look, eyes blazing as they glanced at one another — there's something going on here, but you not quite sure what it is, you're not even sure if they know it's there.

after a few moments, dick turned back to you with a smile. he lets out an uncertain laugh. "well, we've been rooming together since we were eleven. we went to a tennis academy boarding school, and... well, let's just say we've been through everything together."

before you could stop yourself, you quickly pushed down the swig of beer you took, burning your throat, and asked, "like what? you both shared your first fuck?"

truly you'd been expecting to get a rise out of them, red faces and uneasy laughs. but, instead, they just shared another knowing look, the corners of their mouths perking up.

wally was the first to look away, chuckling to himself. "i wouldn't say that exactly, no."

"then what?"

you took this gap in the conversation to crawl forward so you were laying on your stomach, a little bit higher now up the bed. there wasn't a huge amount of space, and you were just barely grazing what was exposed of their toned thighs peeking out from beneath their tennis shorts they'd worn at the tournament.

with thicker thighs, dick's shorts were riding up, and you noticed he tensed slightly from beside you, but your eyes weren't on him.

a few beats passed before wally could respond, his lips parted slightly as he watched you, a glazed-over look in his eye like he hadn't been really in the moment. "uh..." he glanced up at dick, who didn't meet his eyes this time. "there may have been a few times we... uh... did stuff in the same room."

"that's only natural," you shrugged. then you glanced between them. "but i could tell there was something going on with you guys. you can always tell when two guys have shared intimacy like that. and you have it written all over your faces."

this time dick was the first one to look at wally, his teeth showing slightly from behind his smile, a rosy tint to his cheeks you're sure isn't the product of california summer nights; they have the window half-open, after all. he didn't speak, but you could tell you'd hit the nail on the head.

deciding the pull back a bit, you took another gulp of beer and asked a different question. "any stories to share? nothing weird, just fun."

dick let out a laugh now, a proper one. "oh, god, this guy when we were younger? such a fuckin' brat." his chest bubbled with laughter, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned again to look at wally.

eyes always on the other.

at this, wally just huffed in a fake annoyance. "me? i could be bad, okay, everyone knew that, but dick acts like he's not, but he could be so much worse than me."

a laugh followed you now, enjoying their back-and-forth banter. "if you can't decide who's the bigger brat it's got to be both of you, then, just at the same amount."

dick gave another laugh, bottle stopping halfway to his lips just to let it out. "i like the sentiment, but it's definitely wally. everyone knows i'm an angel."

"angel with a big head," wally teased, leaning over to poke his friend in the ear with what might've been a wet finger, but was swatted eagerly away before it landed anywhere dire.

"oh, come on," you joked, nudging wally's knee lightly with your bottle. "you don't seem like such the angel yourself."

once the bottle was back up to your lips, wally poked his knee into your shoulder. "damn straight," he grinned, swigging from his own beer now.

"hey now," dick butted in, seemingly eager to have your attention back on him again. "don't let those freckles distract you. he's a cocky little bullshitter who thinks he's invincible."

turning your gaze back on him, you noted the twitch of his lips as you met eyes. "invincible? you don't think you're invincible, too? i caught a glimpse of your doubles game this morning and i'd say you're just about as much a risk-taker as he is."

dick's eyes narrowed slightly, zeroing in on you like a predator with its prey, but that small smile was still evident on his lips. "i'm calculated. i make sure of it. i don't do anything without weighing out the risks."

"what would you say the risks are now?" you asked coyly, bringing the rim of your beer bottle to your lips, where the residue of your drink glistened along your flesh. his eyes glanced down just where you wanted them to look, like he was calculating this risk.

the air was left heavy without a reply, but the intention and risk is definitely hanging down on your shoulders. the corner of your mouth twitched, and you tore your eyes away from him, finally letting the beer run down your throat as you tipped up the bottle.

from your other side, wally let out a laugh, a new red sheen to his freckled cheeks. when you moved your eyes to meet his, his efforts to avoid them became obvious, especially by the way he turned his head to the wall as he sipped at his beer.

don't say you were making him nervous.

"come on, don't say you guys can't dish it out," you laughed, watching hungrily as both boys seemed to twitch sheepishly in response. "what? have you never shared someone before?"

slowly the smiles on their faces seemed to face, but not in a way that ruined the mood — more so that something in their eyes changed, morphing into a vibrant butterfly of fire deep in the blacks of their pupils.

there it was.

the animal in their eyes boys like them get from behind a low net on a tennis court, rackets in their hands clawing at the neon green bird soaring back and forth between them and the other predators on the other side, unable to escape, for the entire forest is watching, waiting to see who reigns.

they think this is a game.

in a way, it is.

maybe here you're the tennis ball, trying to bounce off of them, waiting for someone to take your bait. or else you could trot off again back to your hotel and get your head in the game for your match tomorrow.

it all depends on them.

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