#I don't remember where I was going with this one...

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

ragatha is NOT abstracting* and i will bury myself six foot under that hill

* well , i don't think she'll FULLY abstract . _____

i know this may be shocking coming from Me , the ragatha angst enjoyer , who made an entire au where she's having a bad day 24/7 . i truly , do not believe that ragatha's going to get killed off . just . hear me out . sit down on this chair .

it's not even that she's my favorite character and i don't want her to die . the opposite , actually , i eat ragatha abstraction fanfics up . my problems are more ... well , it lies more on the writing .

first of all , let's remember what tadc is for a second ; it's a tonally hopeful show with messages about community and not being truly alone . even in episode 5 , where ragatha Goes Through It , it has a glimmer of hope through jax — where he finds a friend in pomni .

it's why i truly believe she'll have some form of positive development , because if Jax , the character that gooseworx said who's Most deserved to be stuck in the circus , can be happy ... then why couldn't ragatha ?

also . i Love assholes with repressed trauma as much as the next guy , but it'll be weird to make the guy who's been antagonistic to most of the cast thus far find more happiness than ..... the clearly-traumatized woman ...........

when you write a story with mentally ill characters and a hopeful message ... what does it say when you kill off one of them ? what does it say to the audience that relates to that character ? here's a hint — stuff that i would find IFFY to put in your show .

obviously , you can do literally anything as a writer , but picture this ; imagine setting up a character like ragatha . someone who has gone through abuse and a lot of trauma . desperate for a community to the point she grasps for any scraps of validation she gets . you put her in a show where every character find some form of hope in the situation they're in . she has shown herself to harbor some form of self-loathing .

by that point , you should see my problem with killing her off . once more : if she dies , what does it say to the audience who relates to that character ?

and now for my next question — what would it add to the show ? what message does it send and how does it add to the theme ? because ... any of the answers to those questions i can think of are NOT good answers considering the last paragraphs .

" it'll show that people truly cares even when you're gone " we'll have episode 2 again , but this time at the cost of a character we've gotten to know for the last five episodes . it'll make ragatha's time in the show a Total Waste . like cool , all she's been set up for the last five episodes is to Die ...

i sure do hope we don't have another dead character who tells the same message of people caring about you when you're gone and also had an entire funeral scene which will make all of this build-up so redundant — oh wait his name is kaufmo .

at that point you could just remove her and put kaufmo in her place , because it's just the Same Message being told . it'll be impactful to see a main character dying ... if that character isn't going to essentially make all of their scenes redundant in hindsight .

" it'll give the cast character development " but not ragatha ?? i will be real with you i will be so Mad if ragatha gets killed off as a catalyst for jax to have an epiphany or character development . like genuinely that would make me instantly drop the show , do Not get me started .

even then , the thing that's going on with ragatha thus far is her thinking nobody cares for her despite that it's the Opposite . by giving the other characters development instead of her in Her Own Arc is Terrible Writing and i'm not going to budge on that .

" it'll mark a tonal shift " an answer i'm slightly okay with , but let's take the above paragraphs again — it'll be iffy nonetheless . do i Love the idea of an unsatisfying character arc where it suddenly ends , therefore breaking the formula that's been set since the beginning ? yes ! would i love it in this specific case considering the context of the show and its themes ? very much Not !

i know these arguments are more of an opinionated , ' think of how that'll work into the story ' rather than actual proof , but when it comes to making predictions , the tadc fandom doesn't really stop and think about how it adds to a character or story beyond It'll Be Shocking . for this theory specifically , i can't see a Good narrative reason to kill off ragatha without stepping on at least one land mine . as someone familiar with writing stories with mentally ill characters — it'll get Weird quick !

do i accept that there could be a Tiny possibility that ragatha Does abstract ? absolutely . i do trust gooseworx's ability as a writer enough to Maybe make this sting less when it actually does happen , but i'll very much criticize it .

so ! i don't think she Wouldn't abstract 100% though . because by this point it's inevitable that she'll sink into the darkness in some way . keep in mind that Barely Anything goes right for this girl . i don't think she'll die , but a very public mental breakdown is inevitable . at most , i see a fake-out abstraction . you know . one where she gets pulled out of it at the last second . just to scare the fans .

personally , do you know what would be more impactful than a death ? a character that fully believes she'll die alone and unloved being proven Wrong . episode 5 has shown how the other characters Care for her . imagine her spiraling and thinking that nobody cares if she abstracts , only to realize that there are people by her side . shit that would actually make me cry , i'm not gonna lie .

she will get a BIG group hug and she'll cry and i would also cry and we crew and we crode and i don't know maybe i'll be wrong Shrugs let's see this post age like milk LOL

[yan-randomfandom]

Heyy could you make waking up next to and soft morning with yandere saja boys x reader🫶🏻😭

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; omg there's a gif of this moment!! so satisfying to watch KRRRRK anon maybe it's not too soft but 😛

— ⛅

As their human manager, the one thing you must remember is that the boys become absolutely exhausted after whatever they're doing.

That's why you have the guest room prepared for that. A fairly large bed stationed and some extra mattress whenever they need. The couch is free too. Not to mention pillows and blankets they unnecessarily forced you to buy.

Still. It sometimes goes unused. Especially when the first thing you see upon waking is Abby staring at you like he's from some kind of K-Drama.

It's dim, but there's enough sun to see how your faces are way too close for comfort as he lies beside you. Not to mention he's completely shirtless. He smiles, eyes halfway, a hand slowly reaching for you.

Hmm. No thanks. You smile back to be polite, vaguely noticing how his eyes brighten a little, only for you to flip your body around—

Oh. Now Romance is staring at you.

"Good morning," he whispers, pink hair splayed across his forehead. "Had a good sleep?"

With a tired groan, you face the ceiling instead, grabbing a pillow and covering your face. Despite them agreeing to stay away from your bedroom, they slowly but surely broke that rule.

You don't know what you expected.

Gently, a weight topples over your pillow and body. You pause, waiting for the consideration that they'll leave you alone, but it never comes.

You sit up carefully, letting the body on top of you fall to your mattress.

Baby stares at you with big eyes, glancing at your arm beside his head. You click your tongue, watching him blankly—

Something fluffy goes under your other arm. You turn, spotting Mystery's head resting on your waist. He's purring, somehow... You look around your bed, beautiful grown men—demons—all over, and you wonder how they even managed to fit themselves.

"Okay," you sigh in defeat, patting the demon on your side, "where's Jinu?"

"Right here," Jinu reveals, sitting on the chair in your room. He's looking at you through your mirror. "Sorry about them. I think they missed you."

The boys on your bed shuffle a little. You ignore them, staring at Jinu's reflection, who nonchalantly shrinks every passing second that you do. "...Flattered."

Well, since they're here, guess you should go and prepare for the day. You glance at the clock, 4 AM. Weird. That feels too early, doesn't it?

Whatever. You don't know anything about KPop idol schedules.

You start to stretch and raise your body from the bed—only to get pushed back down.

"No, no! Stay and sleep more," Abby ushers, pushing you on your shoulders. The pillow hits your head softly. "We're here to rest, not to work."

"Wha," you sputter, watching as Romance lets the blanket comfortably fall on your chest. "Uh, thank—"

Then Mystery flops down on top of you next. Baby follows, nestling in close at your side—clearly wanting to be the little spoon. Romance drapes an arm over both you and Baby. On your other side, Abs settles in with his arm across both you and Mystery.

"Oh," you cough.

You stare at the ceiling, dazed and so confused, until you cast down your gaze to Jinu.

He smiles awkwardly.

—

jinu . facepalms

if this actually happened irl i'd be scared for my life btw

[sorensolsikke]

i once had a dream where one day i woke up, and my name was euphrozina. and i was nine years old once again. and my clothes weren't familiar, and my school wasn't MY school, and my parents seemed a lot older.

i've spent (dream)days in confusion. did i just... dream that i was somebody else than euphrozina? where do my memories come from then? where is my life that i've grown used to??

soon enough, i figured it out: i, as i got to know myself previously, had died a decade ago, and my parents had euphrozina to get over their grief. she had a lot better upbringing than i did, and she was a rather happy child.

but right now, i am in her body, i can't leave her be, even if i wanted to. i don't know how to let go of her, or why have i returned from my death just to feel this enourmous grief and self-pity about losing my whole life. however, i figured that if i am here, i must have a purpose or something; so i decided to search up my friends from my previous life, as a start. i went straight up to them and told them that it's me, just reincarnated.

their reaction was confused, distant, terrified. i am not sure what else i was expecting. but one of them told me about a "psychic" that lives in a surrounding village who could maybe help me out; so i asked my mom to drive me there, and she did gave me a weird look, but i was euphrozina: mom gave everything she got left to her.

so there in the village we went. i told my story to the psychic witch, over some tea. she listened intently and then, suddenly, asked me if i liked snakes. i said i sure fucking like snakes.

she handed me two of them, entangled, trying to get free from eachother. they seemed to grow bigger in my hands. they also started talking to me. "Wrong path once again. Seems like you have never deserved a second chance." i can't remember more of their speech, and i can't find the paper i scribbled their words down on; but i am sure these were their last words to me.

then they bit me and i, notedly euphrozina, had died. i felt the cold jolt in my veins, i felt like i was falling and saw the vast blackness. and then i woke up, to the real life, as me and not euphrozina and had 6(six) existential crisises within a day.

anyways, i have DID

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

[ghouljams]

Okay… I hope this isn’t weird but I really do love cannibal kinks and the symbolism of giving oneself to the other for them to live but also… I like it when they’re deranged as hell.

I remember you talking about Ghost and how he’d definitely survive the apocalypse by going to cannibalism when food runs out and you’re so, so right.

I want to say he doesn't even wait for food to run out but that would be a lie, the man is utilitarian to his core. He stockpiles dry food, canned goods, he butchers the cow and deer he buys from farmers outside the city, stores them in his deep freeze (the one with its own generator). He has meat for months, rations for years, and yet as soon as shit hits the fan his shitty apartment in the city doesn't cut it the way he thought it would. There are too many people, too much noise, too much chaos. Not the sort he relishes in, the kind that crashes into buildings like a wave, attempting to shake their foundations like the horns of Jericho. It's a chaos he knows, the kind that always follows political upheaval, the kind that makes leaving the city feel less risky than sticking around.

So he packs what he can into his car, and to be fair he can pack quite a bit in there, and he gets the fuck out of the city. Takes the back roads, avoids highways and the city center. He pats himself on the back for getting something suited to rough terrain, remembers Soap complaining that he was bringing the military home with him. He finds a cabin out in the middle of the woods, remembers seeing a listing for it on some bnb website while the internet was still up, and hopes no one else had the same idea.

He avoids opening the freezer he managed to stuff in the back seat, digs a cup into a sack of beans, eats them just barely cooked while he checks the ropes on the generator strapped to the top of his car. He chews on jerky while he drives, tries to remember the farms in the area, reasons over whether or not he could nab a cow even just for the milk. Considers setting rabbit traps, nearly grabs a duck from a pond he drives past for the eggs, thinks better of it when he has the poor creature by the neck and isn't sure where he's supposed to put it in his crammed car.

All this to say he's fucking exhausted by the time he reaches the dark little cabin. Somehow all that sleep deprived insanity reaches a peak spotting your little sedan sitting between the trees, the flutter of someone peeking through the curtains... he hardly waits to unload his own vehicle before breaking the door down to see what a suddenly merciful God has granted him. Toys, he thinks to himself as you spit and kick and scream for someone to help, knew I forgot something.

The skin around his eye is starting to darken by the time he gets dinner on the table. Most of the fight went out of you at the promise of food, and you'd even been kind enough to help him get the freezer inside once he'd gotten the generator running. He'd have to get some of the trees around the place limbed up so the solar can keep it running, but he'll worry about that tomorrow.

"What's this," You sniff at the meat sitting nicely charred on your plate.

"Don't remember 'is name." Ghost smiles, the scars around his lips tugging the skin twisted. You grimace and push the plate away, your lip starting to wobble for a second time. "Eat," He tell you, "or it'll be you next."

You give him a long searching look, likely trying to see if he's serious. You must not like what you find, because you drag the plate close and start to pick at the meat. You do your best to hide the gag that nearly slips past your lips, choking down distinctly inhuman meat. Oh well, Ghost thinks, be easier to get you to eat it later.

[iamasaddie]

speed limit

lot lizard!Joel Miller x truck driver!f!reader

summary: different truck stop, same outcome. you meet Tommy’s brother down the road and learn that charm runs in Miller family warnings: again just a PWP nothing more; PinV; dirty talk; sex for money; mentions of past encounter with Tommy; no y/n or reader description wc: 3,9k a/n: I've tried writing in present tense and i am obsessed? hope u don't mind that change. thank you for the love and excitement over this silly idea <3 this is not heavily edited and once again, English is not my first language so mistakes are... there. most likely. previous part | series masterlist | next part

lot lizard (slang, US) — A prostitute at a truck stop.

Fate itself forces you to stop in Texas when a small red icon on the dashboard of your truck lights up, informing you of a plummeting tire pressure. You swear softly to yourself, turning the steering wheel and driving towards the first parking lot you see. Fortunately, even if you have a punctured tire, it will not prevent you from reaching your destination point, still, it will be useful to check all the others before you set off.

Before you jump out of the cab, you look behind the seat and fish out a red case where you kept necessary tools. You find the gauge quickly and jump out of the truck.

It's quiet in the half-empty parking lot, and from where you are standing you can see a heavyset man in his sixties dozing with his head thrown back in one of the trucks. A few more parked trucks look empty at first, but you know the drivers can well be napping in their cabins or having breakfast in the small shabby-looking diner. At the thought of breakfast, your stomach rumbles and you automatically squeeze the fabric of your T-shirt there, as if trying to stifle the shameful sound. That morning you drove off so briskly at first light that you completely forgot that the last time you ate was about twelve hours ago.

You quickly decide to stop by the dining room as soon as you've dealt with the tires. The road was empty in the early morning and you were already a couple of hours ahead of schedule.

The anticipation of breakfast—your mouth watered at the thought of fresh waffles and hot coffee—made you move faster. One by one, you approached each of the 18 tires until you found the one that failed you. As you thought, only one of the tires was showing pressure below normal, so you decide that you will be able to get to Iowa in the next couple of days no problem, unload and see a mechanic before going back to New Mexico.

  Still, you shake your head in frustration. It was damn irresponsible not to check the truck before leaving. You had your head in the clouds all early morning, the effects of a more than pleasant night in the company of Tommy were spreading under your skin like warm bliss. Your lips stretch into a silly smile when you remember how soft his curls felt under your fingers, and his lips on your-- You pinch the thin skin on your wrist, forcing yourself back to reality. Damn, just thinking about him made your panties wet and your eyes blur. He knew exactly what he was doing. Best 50$ spent in your life, you giggle to yourself.

You quickly realize that when you turned into the parking lot, you didn't even notice where you were. You remember that you saw a sign for Brookshire, and looking around the parking lot, you finally notice a huge, worn sign that says “Flying J”. Amazing how you haven’t noticed the huge red roof and the airplane logo earlier.

“Flying J, Brookshire. Texas.” When you say the words out loud, it suddenly dawns on you why they seem so familiar. The man, Joel. Tommy wanted you to say hi to him, but he didn't even tell you how to find him, just gave you the name of the place. You couldn't help but laugh with irony, you were taken to a place where only your curious pussy was planning to go.

With a grin on your face, you pull open the heavy door of the diner, the ringing of the bell informs everyone of your presence. After a quick inspection, you realize that “everyone” is an elderly waitress who is arguing with a guy in a dirty chef's hat, and a man who is sipping a cup of black coffee, if the half-empty coffee pot on the table is a sign.

 Without giving it much thought, you fall into the next table and wait for the waitress to bring you a slightly sticky laminated menu. While she dusts off her apron and quickly checks with a chrome spoon whether she has stained her teeth with her bright coral lipstick, you begin to study the man.

It strucks you almost immediately, that feeling. His skin is an almost familiar shade of golden, the curve of his strong nose and the curls that remind you so much of the ones you squeezed and pulled hours ago. 

Was he really? 

For a moment you stop yourself, taking the situation for just wishful thinking, even though you haven’t really been wishing for anything. And then, as if sensing your stare, he glances back at you. When he gives you a smile, you're ready to bet your entire salary that it is the man Tommy’s sent sleepy greetings to. He was right, they really do look alike, but somehow not so much in appearance—although the brown of their eyes is so memorable you think you could draw it from memory if you knew how—but more something inexplicable united them. The same vibration came from both men, a wave that penetrated you faster and deeper than you could understand and control.

“Y’know he can charge you for starin’, that one.”

The rattling voice of the waitress—Denise, as her crookedly pinned name tag said—pulled you out of daydreaming. The heat of shame rushed to your neck and you hurried to pretend a fool.

“Sorry?”

“‘m askin’ if you made your choice. Food?”

“Right!” Your eyes scan the menu quickly, but the words blur in one unintelligible line. “Sorry, yeah. Can I have some waffles and coffee?”

“No waffles, sorry, sweety. Not sure that punk can make anything besides biscuit an’ gravy.”

“Oh,” a slight disappointment settles at the bottom of your stomach, but it isn’t enough to satiate your hunger, so you just nod.“It’s okay, biscuit and gravy sounds great.”

Denise gives you a sympathetic smile and scribbles something in her crumpled notebook for show. “You need cream with your coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a moment.” She only takes a couple of steps away from your table before she starts shouting your order out. Apparently, the cook's name was Jack.

Curiosity, or maybe not enough sleep, pulls you out from your own table and forces you to fall at the next one, settling down next to a familiar stranger. He doesn’t bat an eye, but smiles into the cup, giving you the opportunity to speak first.

“You’re Joel, aren’t you?” 

You’ve been expecting a surprised look, or at least some reaction to the fact that you know his name, but apparently he is quite popular in these parts and therefore he just smiles, puts the cup on the table and throws his arm over the back of the chair, half-turning to you.

“Sure am, ma’am. What can I do you for?”

His voice is thick as fog on the road after a cold and humid night. It seeps under your skin with goosebumps, raising your hair on the back of your neck. A slight southern accent and morning hoarseness makes you squirm in place, and the seam of your jeans, pressing right into your pussy, reminds you of the arousal that has not left you since you woke up.

“You can do me.” You don't know who said it, but it was definitely your voice. Your bluntness even made Joel choke a little. Perhaps he is a little more modest than his friend after all. “Tommy said hi.”

You can see the cogs in his head turning until everything falls into place. His face changes before your eyes: a slightly sleepy, morning smile turns into a predatory grin, and eyebrows that have been raised in surprise droop, casting a shadow over almost intimately familiar brown eyes.

“Mighty nice of him,” He nods, and pushes the empty cup away from the edge of the table—the sound cuts into your ears—and you're already too caught up in the man to twitch. “And how's my baby brother doin’?” 

Brother, of course. As if reading your mind, his broad palm finds your thigh under the table and boldly squeezes your soft flesh. Feeling under some spell you've cast on yourself, your legs spread slightly, telling Joel everything he needs to know. “He still treats little ladies nice?”

“He sure does.” Your voice is trembling, but it's not from fear or embarrassment. For the first time, you hear it tremble with excited impatience.

“Good,” he nods more to himself than to you. His hand doesn't leave your leg, his thumb draws small circles through the thin material of your jeans. “Otherwise I'd have to go over there and kick his lazy ass.”

You’re not sure how, and more importantly why, but you already know where you want this meeting to go. And Joel's narrowed eyes and lips, spread in a cheeky grin, tell you that he doesn’t mind. “Do you treat little ladies nice?”

He moves closer to you, fanning your ear and neck with his hot breath, which smells a little like the bitterness of black coffee. “Only if they ask for it.”

When Deborah puts your plate in front of you, she has a knowing grin on her lips.

It takes you about fifteen minutes to get from your table to now an even more empty parking lot. Your truck stands out like a sore thumb, giving Joel an understanding where to go. 

His hands don't let go of your waist, and you constantly trip on your way, distracted by the wet kisses he insistently leaves on your neck throughout the walk. 

When you finally climb into the cabin, you shrink a little, as if looking around through new eyes at a miniature room that accommodates only a mini mini-refrigerator; a single bed, which sometimes felt cramped for you alone; and a portable TV that you inherited from your uncle.

“Sorry, it’s pretty tight in here,” you purse your lips, but Joel stops you almost instantly, running his thumb over your lower lip and forcing you to release it from the captivity of your teeth. He wraps his hands around your neck, their imprint is hot, like an engine after a day of driving non-stop. 

When he leans towards you, for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you.

 “I like when it’s tight.”

Instead of pressing his mouth against your lips, his teeth bite your jaw, your earlobe, and descend with biting kisses to your neck. He cures each bite with a wet swipe of his tongue, and you feel like your nipples can cut through the soft cotton of your old T-shirt.

“Wait, the...fuck, the money.” You're almost suffocating, your brain is shutting down under the attack of skillful lips.

“50$ oral, 100$ sex,” he whispers as if it's something mundane, but as sexy as complimenting your soft breasts or wet pussy. “I’ve got condoms.” He finds your hand, which is clinging to his denim vest, and puts your palm on his jeans, where his cock is practically bursting through the hard denim. You can almost feel the way he thrums under your touch, all swollen and ready for you. “You want him?”

“Fuck, yes. Yes, god, yes, I want him.” You squeeze his cock slightly through the material, pulling a soft moan out of Joel.

“Good,” he nods and presses his forehead to yours, your eye-contact is so charged that the air between you is about to sparkle. “He wants you, too.”

As if following an unspoken order, you begin to pull off your clothes. You're doing it faster, considering you are only wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Your busted sneakers are thrown under the bed along with your socks, and you fall on the bed in your panties, enjoying an impromptu performance from Joel.

He pulls off his vest and T-shirt that had its sleeves cut off, exposing his strong, but at the same time soft body to your eyes. The golden skin of his chest, a couple of shades lighter than his arms, was dotted with sparse hairs that grew thicker, descending to his navel and hiding behind the waistband of his jeans. His stomach bulges slightly above the belt and you want to sink your teeth into the yielding flesh, but instead you just reach out and run your hand over the skin, which immediately explodes with goosebumps under your touch.

Joel keeps his hungry eyes on you as his big fingers reach for his fly, finally getting rid of the rag shackles. Underneath, he's wearing white briefs that feel uncharacteristic and do nothing to hide the hungry monster that is leaking in excitement to feel you.

Having lost all three drops of shyness that you had, you reach for the waistband and gasp when he gently slaps your palm and clicks with fake disapproval. “Impatient.”

You almost burst out laughing, they really are brothers, no matter how fucked up it is in your situation. “I’ve been told.”

Instead of letting you finish undressing him, he starts to get down on his knees, and you notice how his eyebrows tighten when he hits the hard floor of your temporary home. You immediately understand what he wants to do when he puts his palms on your knees and spreads them apart, so you grab one of his hands and try to pull him towards you, causing him confusion.

 “Wait, no,” you tremble like a leaf, your nipples are hard buds that beg to be touched and played with, “I need something else, somethin-”

He shushes you softly, leaving a small kiss on your knee. “It’s okay, I know exactly what you need, little lady.” The nickname is gentle and sweet on his tongue that promises you nothing but wicked things. “But can I at least feel her first?”

His hand creeps up to your pussy, hidden behind the cotton of your plain panties. Along the way, he tickles the inside of your thigh with the tip of his index finger. There is a quiet thought in the back of your brain how Tommy’s fingers felt much softer, yet both of them elicit the same whimper from you. “I wanna know what it’s like to have your pretty pussy wrapped around my fingers before I split you with my cock. Trust me, it won’t be the same after.” 

“You’re cocky.” And after squeezing what he had in those jeans you know he had every reason to be, however you just can’t let that slide without saying something, without tickling him in a way. Everything about him is unexpected, and so is his reaction to your words. Joel lets out a soft laugh, and traces your slit with the same fingertip he teased your thigh with.

“Soon you’ll be, too. Can’t stay humble when you’re full’a cock like mine.” His eyes go pitch black at the promise, lips wet where he licked them in anticipation. “Know you’ll take it like a good girl.”

Your legs spread wider, and instead of baring your cunt, he tugs on the waistband of your panties, swiping his thumb over the place where a wet stain already blooms. 

He pulls on your panties so that they stick to your pussy like a second skin. The friction makes you moan and you almost bump your head into the wall when he caresses your clit with his finger, moving the pad up and down over the panties, teasing you relentlessly.

“So pretty, bet she’s tasty too.”

“I- -”

“Don’t worry, little lady, I remember how needy and impatient you are. Wanted me to fuck you before you even had your breakfast. That’s so hot.”

Then he hooks his fingers over the underwear, tugging it down. Your wet skin becomes cold when the air hits and for a split second you wish he would put his mouth on you, if only just to warm you up.

Instead, he glides his finger along your slit again and again, lathering it in the slick that covers your skin. Gently, he probes at your hole that welcomes him easily, the soft moan of your partial relief prompts Joel to move his digit in and out a few times before pushing a second one next to it.

“Mmm, she feels even more perfect than I imagined.”

“You imagined how my pussy feels?” You whisper, breathless, your body pushing itself on his fingers on its own accord.

“The moment you walked your pretty braless tits into that diner.” He hums, enjoying the squeeze of your walls and starting to feel impatient himself. Before he slides his fingers out, he places a kiss on your mound, just above your begging clit, tickling your skin there with his mustache.

You try to catch your breath, your hand involuntarily reaches out to where Joel has just been now to soften the feeling of his absence. He pulls off his boxers without a drop of grace, and bends down to a pool of his jeans on the floor, revealing to your gaze a juicy pair of his buttocks. Watching the muscles tense under his skin, your fingers enter your sticky wet hole, and you roll your eyes, fucking yourself.

“Uh-uh,” Joel shakes his head in mock displeasure. His massive cock is squeezed into a condom, and it's a little disappointing, but necessary. However, the white rubber can't hide the large, cum-filled balls covered with fluffy dark hair, and you almost drop your jaw when he starts to come closer to you, his cock swaying heavily.

“Nothing is stuffing that pretty pussy except for me while we’re together, little lady.” 

“Don’t leave me empty for so long, then,” you bit back flirtatiously, and drag your soaked fingers up your navel, leaving a wet path on your skin.

He’s on you in mere seconds, your bed barely holding the weight of you both and it’s just limbs, touches and wet kisses before he pushes inside you in one smooth movement, stilling for a second. 

You both forget how to breathe, as you grip his cock tightly and bite into the crook of his neck. It’s too much, it’s not enough.

He finds your eyes, swiping a strand of hair off your forehead, and you can almost hear him grit his teeth as he tries to stay still.

“Okay?”

“Please, move.” You beg, close to crying from your need.

His hips move gently at first, unexpectedly so. He cages you with his body, taking all of the space you’ve had and you don’t mind it. On the contrary, you want to carve more hollows inside you so he can get more of him in.

The wet squelches of your pussy taking him in are vulgar in the tiny cabin. You both let them fill the space, your eyes never leaving each other making the moment more intimate than it should be. Momentarily coming to his senses, Joel begins to build up the rhythm, the thrusts of his hips become sharper and more confident. When your pussy pulses around him, he bares his teeth and almost growls.

“Fuck, what a great fucking pussy, so wet and hot around me, drives me mad even through the rubber.” Joel drops his head, covering your outstretched neck with kisses and moving lower. His teeth bite your collarbone and you cry out softly, the sharp pain recedes as soon as he starts caressing the bite with his tongue. Soon, his lips are enveloping your nipples, first one, then the other. He nips at the delicate buds with his teeth, lightly biting the hard flesh. You writhe under him like a snake, but he doesn’t let you escape from his captivity.

His nicely trimmed pubic hair teases your clit and his cock feels even bigger when your pussy starts to shudder in orgasm. It lasts so long that it feels like you're cumming several times in a row and Joel continues coaxing pleasure out of you by sucking and nibbling on your skin, while his cock doesn't stop the rhythmic movements in and out of your puffy, sleek cunt.

“I, fuck, that’s too much.”

He doesn't stop moving, but grabs your chin, forcing you to look into the black depths of his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stop? Slip out of the tight embrace of your pussy leaving it empty and gaping without him? Nothing sounded worse.

“No, please,” at that moment you think you can give all the money you have just to keep him inside you forever. Stretching you, pushing you over the limit again and again until you cry, powerless.

“Good girl,” he whispers in your lips, like it is the only right answer. 

He changes his position without slipping out of you, and rests on his knees, lifting your hips higher to make it easier for him to move. When he returns to pounding your pussy, you're half out of it, your brain is completely useless and only your body responds to Joel with moans and twitches.

He freezes as suddenly as he started moving. With your tender inner walls, you can feel his cock twitching inside you, pouring into the condom. You watch the veins in Joel's neck and forehead bulge with tension, his teeth clenched tightly and his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispers, his hips continuing to jerk erratically before he collapses on top of you, leaving a barely there kiss on your sweaty neck.

 “I should work mornings more often.”

You’ve covered your nakedness with a thin sheet and now watch as Joel pulls up his jeans and stuffs his underwear into his back pocket. Your throat is dry and, as if he's read your mind, he hands you a half-empty bottle of water from the top of your refrigerator. You feel a strange pang of sadness as the thought of never seeing Joel or his sunny brother, Tommy, again hits you.

“Remember when you said about going to Tommy?”

Joel jerks his head up, looking up from turning out his T-shirt. “Y’want me to kick his ass? He grins and continues to pull on his clothes as if nothing had happened. There's a crisp hundred sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“No.” You smile back and hesitate before continuing. “But maybe we can go down there sometime for a different kind of activity.” Devils glint in his eyes when he looks at you again, and for some reason it makes you feel shy, perverted all of a sudden for your rush of desire to have more when you’ve just had an overflowing cup of orgasms. “If that’s... If you’re okay with that.”

Joel doesn’t look phased by any part of your suggestion, so he leans to you and pinches your cheek gently. “Ain’t had a better preposition my whole life.” He places a kiss where the sting of his pinch still burns and grabs his vest from the floor. “You come over on your way back, I'll be waitin’ right here and we'll see what we can do.” He winks at you and leaves the cabin without further ado.

When you get behind the wheel, you have no doubt that you will see them again.

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[ariaste]

Further tips:

Science and anatomy are your friend. Think strategically. The main science fact to remember: EVAPORATION -> COLD.

You know how in the winter, people are like "Wear a hat, you lose so much heat from your head"? This can be used to your advantage in summer. Keep your hair wet -> Evaporation will help suck out heat as it dries. (And still wear a hat to keep the sun off your head, as previously mentioned.)

If it is so hot that you can't sleep at night, get your top sheet damp and lay under it with a fan pointed at you. Evaporation -> cold.

If you're planning to sit in one place and you don't have A/C and you can't stand the feeling of being wet all over, get some ice packs, wrap them in towels, and stick them against your major arteries -- against your neck, under your armpits, or between your legs (this last one is particularly good if you have to be on zoom calls and don't want people to notice your coping strategies). Cool the blood -> cool the rest of your body as it circulates. You'll still feel hot, but it'll help keep you at a level where the heat is tolerable. (Careful not to get ice burn on your bits, so move the ice packs every few minutes to a different position.)

Likewise, sticking your feet in a bucket of cool water will also help suck some heat out of your blood. Cooling your core (torso) is even better but harder to do efficiently since it's a broader area, except by like taking a cold shower or submerging yourself in water. If you have a bathtub, you can fill it with plain water -> that is now a free miniature swimming pool which you can dip into periodically throughout the day to help cool down.

If you have curtains on the south-facing windows of your home, close them. You can also get UV-blocking window film online if your windows are old and don't have the newfangled fancy shit on them. I haven't used the film myself, just curtains, but any amount of solar gain (heat from sunshine coming inside) that you can block before it gets inside your house is good. Pair this with opening the windows at night as soon as the temperature drops and closing them early in the morning before it kicks up again. It takes TIME for the temperature inside and outside to equalize, so that is a couple extra hours of slightly more comfort.

Be aware of which areas of your house get warmest (eg: rooms on the south side); if it is possible to close doors between those areas and the areas that stay a little cooler, do so. This prevents the hot air from circulating into the rest of the house. (Even hanging a curtain or a sheet over that door can help a bit.)

Finally, if you are not peeing as regularly as you usually do, or if your pee starts getting dark, YOU ARE NOT DRINKING ENOUGH WATER. GO DO THAT RIGHT NOW. Speaking as someone who once fucked up in this manner, severe dehydration is no joke. I was bedridden for MONTHS afterward.

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[love4ng1e]

⭑.ᐟ YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR IDENTITY.

ᥫ᭡. - and that's the best thing you'll ever do.

We are manifesting from the inside and out. Always. And identidy is the blueprint.

You don't get what you wish for. You don't get what you "try" for. You get what you assume yourself to be.

And that’s why's you're going to have to let go of the you who keeps holding on to what is. To the version of you who keeps saying:

"But nothings change yet"

"What if it doesn't work for me?

You can't bring the old you into the life you keep saying you want. There can only ever be one leader.

That version of you is still loyal to their past. They're loyal to fear, to logic, to trauma, to timelines, to external proof.

The law of assumption demands the ego death. It asks you to give up the version of you who has been surviving, clinging to old beliefs, replaying pain as your personality.

You will have to sacrifice your identity, and that's the cost of embodiment.

You can't be both:

The person who assumes they're unwanted AND the person in a passionate, secure relationship.

The person who thinks money is hard to get AND the person living in overflow.

The person who is always anxious and unsure AND the person who walks like life bends for them.

You're going to have to be uncomfortable to get comfortable. You're going to have to feel fake. You're going to have to feel delusional. That's exactly the point.

Your old identity wants to keep you in familiar energy, even when it's painful.

But your new identity is where the freedom is. Where the love is. Where the money is. Where everything is.

So yeah, this isn’t about scripting harder. It’s not about 10 more affirmations. It’s about asking yourself :

What version of me do I choose to be, no matter what’s going on outside of me?

And then having the audacity to be them now. Even before the money hits your account. Even before they call you back. Even before anyone claps for you.

Because once you shift your identity, the world has no choice but to catch up. Reality is not separate from you. It’s reflecting you.

And the moment you choose to be them without fear, hesitation, or apology, everything you want finds you. Fast.

So sacrifice who you were. They did their best, but their job is done. Let them rest.

You’re not them anymore. You’re you. The real you. The limitless you. The you who creates their world just by deciding. Now step into it. They're waiting.

YOU'RE NOT FAKING IT. YOU'RE REMEMBERING WHO YOU ARE. - 𝜗𝜚

[russosimp]

Seduction (g!p Leah Williamson x g!p Alessia Russo x reader)

Summary: Alessia and Leah noticed that you've been staring at them, since you won't do anything about it, they take matters into their own hands. (Request) 18+

Warnings: smut, threesome, g!p Leah, g!p Alessia, praise kink (r), oral (L and A receiving), unprotected p in v, anal (r receiving), rough sex, filthy

Wordcount: 5.9k

You're standing at the bar, waiting for your drink, when they come up to you on either side.

You see Leah first because your head is tilted to that side. She has her signature, cocky grin in place as she approaches you. You're a bit transfixed on her so you get startled by the voice behind you.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

Alessia. You turn your head to look at her. She's grinning at you, too. Her smile is maybe a bit warmer than Leah's, but it carries the same self-confidence you always find so attractive in both of them.

Both of the women lean their sides on the bar, front turned into your direction completely. They both stand just a tiny bit too close for it to be only friendly. Your head is spinning in the best way. Their body heat and scents and their mere presence in your personal space is overwhelming you.

You feel yourself blushing under their gazes and know that they can see it, too. Even though it's pretty dark in the club you're all in.

Apparently, Leah's had enough of your head not functioning. She places her hand on the small of your back, which snaps you out of it. Your head turns to her instantly and you look at her with wide eyes.

"You haven't answered Alessia." She tells you with a raised eyebrow and a small, amused smile playing on her lips. Your eyes follow the arch of her eyebrow until you remember that you're now supposed to answer whatever question Alessia has asked you.

"Oh," you breathe out and turn to Alessia, "I forgot- I mean, could you repeat your question, please?"

"So polite." You hear Leah whisper, it seems to have been more to herself than for your ears though.

"I asked what you're doing here all alone? Why are you not celebrating and dancing with the others?" Alessia looks at you, her smile warm, but there's something else underneath it as well. You can't place it yet.

"Well- I'm just not the best dancer and didn't want to make a fool out of myself."

"Too bad. We would've liked to see you dance." Leah states and your head snaps in her direction again. That sounded borderline flirtatious, in front of her girlfriend?

But Alessia only hums in agreement, so apparently, it doesn't seem to bother her. With their close proximity you can't really analyze their behaviour, too occupied with breathing and just existing in-between them.

Leah holds your gaze, cocked eyebrow still in place. That's when Alessia pushes herself into your space even more, mouth directly next to your ear. "We've seen how you look at us."

Your eyes snap away from Leah's and you look downwards in shame. Yes, you had been staring at both of them for weeks now. How could you not? They're both so very hot, especially together, and they know it which makes them even more attractive in your mind.

"Don't hide those pretty eyes." It's Leah who chimes in again. Her hand comes to your chin and lightly guides you to look up and at her again.

"I'm sorry." You plainly state. "I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable or anything."

Alessia chuckles and you can see Leah's amusement in her eyes as well. "Oh honey, no, you've interpreted this wrong. We're flattered."

"Why don't you sit down with us for a bit?" Alessia's hand comes to the small of your back now as if she's making herself ready to guide you through the crowd to wherever they want you.

Leah nods and indicates with her head to follow her.

The three of you make your way to the other side of the dancefloor where some booths are. Leah slides in on one side and Alessia's hand on your back guides you to sit down beside her. Surprising you, Alessia doesn't go and sit across from you but rather slides into the booth next to you as well.

Now you're actually sandwiched between your two teammates. If you thought they were invading your personal space before, you don't know what to call this. Their thighs are pressed into yours from both sides. Leah's upper body is angled a bit into your direction but Alessia has put her arm around your shoulders when she slid in next to you.

Leah places a hand on your thigh and you eye it warily, still unsure what to make of this situation.

"Like I said, we've seen you looking at us." Alessia opens the conversation.

"Staring, really." Leah butts in. She leans forward, her face inches from yours. Instead of coming up with something to say to defend yourself, you feel your breath hitch.

"We liked it."

You hadn't expected that. It makes sense, she just called it flattering and neither of them seemed particularly angry at any point, but you wouldn't have dared to dream.

"You- you did?" You whisper.

Leah's hand starts to slowly stroke your thigh now, while Alessia's hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck. She lightly scratches you and twirls her fingers in the baby hairs there.

"Of course we did, babe." Alessia says and you feel a shiver at the pet name. "Having someone so pretty and cute find us attractive is very flattering."

Attractive is one way to say that you think both of them are extremely hot, but you keep that to yourself.

Leah chimes in again, her hand still running over your thigh. "You do find us attractive, right?"

You nod vehemently. "Yeah-"

Her hand wanders more to the inside of your thigh now and you automatically spread your legs a bit, trying to give her more access. Your thighs now press into theirs even more.

"Well, would you look at that." Your breath hitches when her hand comes to a stop on the inside of your thigh, very high up. If she'd move just a bit higher, her pinky would brush your clothed pussy.

The thought alone sends a wave of arousal through you. You knew you were getting wet from the constant touches both of them are leaving all over your body, but this makes you sure that you're dripping through your panties.

"What Leah is getting at is that we'd like for you to come home with us." You whimper, the insinuation very clear.

"Yeah, you like that thought, don't you?" Leah teases you. You can only nod, not able to form any words right now. But that isn't enough.

"We need an actual answer please. We need to hear you say if you want to come home with us. We don't want to make you do something you don't want." Alessia explains, not unkind, but firmly.

You gulp and then take a sip of your completely abandoned beer in front of you. "I'd like to go home with the two of you. Please."

"Good girl." Alessia whispers. You whimper, now clenching your thighs together, trapping Leah's hand in process.

"Oh you like that? You like being our good girl and follow our commands?"

You whine and nod. You didn't know that that would turn you on so much but it did.

"Well, I ordered a taxi when we walked over here." Leah announces. "Let's get home then, yeah?"

The ride to their place goes by in a blur. They make you take the seat between them again, both with their hands on your thighs now, just softly rubbing all over them, making you squirm in your seat. They haven't touched you anywhere significant yet and still have you completely wet and turned on.

The longer the ride goes on, the more you can see the bulges forming in their pants. You want to run your hands over them but refrain, not knowing how they'd react.

You can't get out of the car fast enough when you finally pull up to their house. You really need your hands on them and their hands on you as soon as possible.

When you walk into their house, they stir you into the direction of their bedroom immediately. As soon as you enter the room, Leah is on you instantly. Her hands come to your shoulders and she backs you into Alessia's front. You stumble into Alessia who catches you with her arms and then Leah's lips are on yours, demanding and possessive. She plunges her tongue into your mouth and you just let it happen, tasting her desire. Her tongue demandingly strokes against yours as she explores your mouth.

Alessia's hands run up and down your arms but hold you in place at the same time. You're pinned between them, Leah pressing into your front and Alessia into your back. You still can't really believe that you've found yourself in the position you've dreamt about.

You can feel Alessia's tits against you and then she rocks her hips slightly into yours and you feel her bulge as well. It automatically makes you buck your ass into her in return which has her groaning into your ear. It sounds so needy and hot that it makes you whine into Leah's mouth even more than before.

Since you liked the sound Alessia made so much, you repeat your action and buck your ass against her bulge again. This time, you get rewarded with Alessia sucking the side of your neck from behind. You tilt your head a little to give her more space.

Leah pulls away, panting deeply against your lips.

You feel Alessia's hands tugging at the hem of your shirt and then Leah just tells you "Off." and you instantly know to lift your arms so that they can get your shirt off.

It's Alessia who pulls the shirt over your head. Her arms circle around you and she cups your tits from behind and softly kneads them through your bra. You whimper at the sensation.

Leah leans in again and you think that she'll claim your mouth once more, but instead she kisses Alessia over your shoulder.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Alessia's hands on your tits and the kissing sounds coming from the two of them. You feel Leah's hands fumbling with the button of your jeans and help her with it. You can't really shimmy out of them though, being trapped between the two women.

Leah drops to her knees then and pulls your jeans and panties down in one motion. She helps you step out of your jeans while Alessia pulls your bra off you. Now you're naked in front of the two women, who are both very much clothed still. It makes you feel very shy all of a sudden but you don’t have much time to dwell on it.

"On your knees." You instantly drop to your knees in front of them at Leah's command. You look up at them, your hands in your lap, waiting for what's next.

They step closer to you, so close that you get a good view of the bulges in their pants right in front of your face now. You wet your lips in anticipation. You're so ready for their cocks in your mouth, the thought alone has you whimpering.

"Look at you, getting ready for us." Alessia praises, making you squeeze your thighs together.

While your attention was on Alessia, Leah had started to undress. You turn your head and are met with her cock in only her boxers. The outline is very clearly visible against the thin fabric and you can see how hard and big her cock is. Your eyes widen slightly. Alessia starts to undress as well, starting with her top and bra. Unlike Leah she doesn't keep her boxers on, pulling down her pants and boxers in one motion, much like Leah had done with yours.

She pulls them down slowly, knowing very well that your focus is on her cock completely, as is Leah's probably.

When she finally frees her cock from the confinement of her pants, it slaps up against her stomach. Now her cock is right in front of you in all its thick and viney glory. You want to reach out, but from what you've learned so far is that you should probably wait until they tell you to.

Your hands twitch a little in your lap but you keep them there. You tear your eyes off Alessia's cock and look up at her again and see that she eyes your hands with interest.

Then there appears a satisfied smirk on her face. "You learn fast, baby."

Alessia steps even closer to you and so does Leah. "Take off my boxers."

You carefully put your hands in the waistband of Leah's boxers, looking up at her. You pull the boxers down, freeing her cock as well. You're so close to Leah, that her cock almost slaps you in the face if you hadn't moved out of the way. She chuckles and steps out of the boxers, flicking them away with her foot. Leah's cock is hard and even longer than it looked with the boxers still on. It has a slight upside curve which you get excited about, you can only imagine how that'll feel inside of you.

Now both women are naked with their cocks out. You look up at them with wide eyes as they step just a tad bit closer to you, now right in front of you on either side of your face.

"Open up." Leah finally tells you, pushing her cock against your mouth.

You open your mouth obediently and stick your tongue out. She places her tip on it and you gently suck her into your mouth. Your hand comes up to her shaft, running over it. Not wanting to neglect Alessia, you blindly reach for her cock with your other hand, slowly starting to stroke her as well when you find it.

You flatten your tongue and run it over Leah's length, making her moan. Her moan spurs you on a bit, and you get more confident with your movements.

Alessia bucks her hips into your hand, so you let go of Leah's cock with a pop and take Alessia in your mouth now. You run your mouth over her cock sloppily, her pre-cum and your saliva mixing and wetting it.

"Fuck, so good, baby." You circle your tongue around her tip, really working her cock.

You continue to alternate between sucking and jerking both of them off, making them groan appreciatively. Their sounds shoot straight to your core without you being able to do anything about it. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, making you whine.

Before you can make either of them cum, Leah suddenly pushes you off her cock and pulls you up. She puts her arms around you, basically carrying you to their bed and puts you down.

She stands over you and pulls your legs up and spreads them in front of her. "You're dripping wet for us. Look at her, Less."

Alessia comes up next to Leah, eyeing up your cunt as well. The gazes of both women on your cunt make you squirm. You've probably never felt hotter but also more exposed than you do right in this moment.

You feel some of your arousal on your thighs and apparently, Leah sees it, too, as she runs her hands over the inside of your thighs.

"So, so wet and ready for my cock, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, yes! Leah, please, fuck me. I'm so ready." You feel yourself rambling a bit, but you're just so ready for any kind of stimulation. "I want to feel you both, please, use me, please."

"Well, when you beg so pretty, we can't deny you now, can we?" She chuckles and grabs her cock to align it with your cunt.

You hold your breath in anticipation when you feel her tip on your pussy. She drags the head of her cock through your folds, making you whine and buck your hips upwards. She chuckles again at your impatience but she doesn't make you wait any longer and pushes in, shoving her long cock deep inside of you.

You moan out in pleasure at the intrusion. Leah starts to push into you with a pretty slow but steady pace. The curve of her cock gives her a bit of a different angle, her cock going deeper and also hitting your g-spot more often than others have before.

"F-fuck, Leah, feels so good, so d-deeeep..."

You surrender yourself to the feeling of her fucking you, completely lost in her steady thrusts. Her rhythm slowly builds up the pressure in your core but she doesn't let you get there entirely yet.

"Faster Leah, fuck me faster, pl-please!"

Instead of speeding up like you wanted, Leah slips out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling and making you whine. You open your eyes and at first you only see Alessia, still looking down at you and just slowly stroking her cock.

You turn your head to see Leah who gets on the bed next to you, legs over the edge and leaning back on her elbows, her cock’s standing in the air, glistening with your arousal.

"Get on, but facing Less." She tells you and you of course oblige immediately.

You straddle her with your back to her. You put your hands on her thighs to stabilize yourself for the moment and then slowly sink down on her, welcoming the feeling of her filling you again. Leah sits up and puts her arms around you. Then she pulls you into her and holds you still. Now you can't really move which allows her to fuck into you again at her will. This different angle makes her hit new spots inside of you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm again.

"Look at me, while Leah fucks you." You suddenly hear Alessia say in a demanding tone.

You whimper and open your eyes to see that she has stepped closer and is now at the foot of the bed, directly in front of you.

"Keep your eyes open, pretty girl, I wanna see you while you’re getting fucked by Leah.."

You moan at her tone and choice of words and make an effort to keep your eyes open, wanting to please her.

Alessia leans over and kisses you, open mouthed, with her tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You just let it happen and groan into her mouth, feeling completely overwhelmed by the two women.

She pulls away and your eyes drop to her hand as she's increasing the speed on her cock. You can see her twitch and know that she's close to cumming. She points her cock towards your exposed cunt in front of her.

Then Alessia cums with a moan and empties herself onto your cunt. You feel her cum hitting your pussy and the insides of your thighs, some even landing on your stomach.

The feeling of Leah fucking you and Alessia cumming all over you is so hot that you moan along with Alessia as she cums and clench around Leah's cock. The pressure in your core tightens and you know that you're close to your own orgasm as well.

"Fuck, you like having Lessi's cum all over you, don't you baby?" Leah pants from behind you.

"Y-yeah!" Is all you get out before Leah increases her speed.

"You wanna come, too?" Alessia is slowly stroking herself with one hand still as she's watching the two of you. Her other hand now comes up to your cunt and she smears her own cum even more all over you. Then she uses her thumb to roughly rub your clit. The stimulation sends pleasure right into your core, making you moan loudly.

"Be a good girl and come for us." Alessia tells you and you want nothing more than to please the two women. You grind down against Leah's thrusts once and then fall apart between the two women completely, trembling as your powerful orgasm hits you all at once.

Your orgasm apparently makes Leah cum as well, you feel her fuck you through it and then she thrusts into you as deeply as possible, before stilling her movements burried in you as you feel her cum filling you up.

All three of you are panting heavily now and for a moment those are the only noises in the room as you all come down from your highs.

You feel Leah slowly slipping out of you and whine. She chuckles and lifts you to place you on the bed next to her. With her cock gone, some of her cum slowly starts to drip out of you and onto your thighs and the bed.

Leah lies down more in the middle of the bed, her cock still semi-errect. You wait for either of them to tell you what to do next.

"Clean her up, baby." Alessia tells you and you immediately crawl over to Leah, Alessia right behind you.

"On your knees."

You push yourself on your knees as your hand comes to Leah's shaft. You guide her semi-hard cock into your mouth, just running your tongue all over her shaft, licking off and tasting both her and your own release on her cock. You let go of her with a pop and then run your opened mouth over her cock, barely touching her, but just enough, before you start to give her tip more attention.

Behind you, the bed dips as Alessia comes up to you. You know that you're practically presenting her with your pussy with the position you're in. At the thought of presenting her with your cunt, you shuffle your legs a bit further apart in the hopes of spreading yourself open just a little bit more to show her what awaits her.

Alessia runs her hands over your ass and hips and you hear her groan at the feeling of your flesh in her hands.

Despite Leah just fucking you through an orgasm you feel empty and can't wait to finally feel Alessia's cock inside you as well, you wish she'd just fuck you already. You buck your hips back into her direction a bit.

Alessia chuckles and kneads your ass. "Are you ready for me?"

You whine around Leah's cock and spread your thighs some more. You feel Alessia's cock sitting on your pussy now, but she doesn't push in yet. Just like Leah had before, Alessia runs her cock over your slit, taking some of Leah's cum that's still dripping out of you to spread it all over your cunt and her own cock.

You hear her chuckle again, she's apparently having fun teasing you.

"So eager." You can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

To be able to talk, you pull yourself off Leah's cock. "Please, Less, fuck me, please."

"You want to be filled by my thick cock so badly, don't you, baby?" Alessia asks but doesn't wait for an answer. "Let’s see how you'll handle it."

With that, she lines herself up with your opening and shoves her entire cock deep inside your dripping wet cunt. You cry out around Leah's cock in your mouth, the feeling of being spread open by Alessia with one push is both very pleasurable and a little painful at the same time.

Her cock doesn't reach as deep as Leah's had, but her thickness stretches you deliciously, making you whimper and groan around Leah with each slow thrust.

You're glad Alessia is settling into a slower and steady pace for now, letting you get used to her. Her hands are on your hips, both her thumbs stroking you softly.

You bob your head up and down on Leah's cock and when you feel her slowly get hard again, you suck on her head, making her moan.

"Just like that baby, fuck, taking us so well." She runs her hand through your hair, almost tenderly.

When Leah is fully hard again, she pulls you off her cock. You look at her with wide eyes through your lashes, wondering if you've done something wrong. But she just pushes herself up on her knees in front of you, presenting you with her cock once more.

Leah pulls on your hair a bit and when you open your mouth to whimper, she pushes her cock back into your now waiting mouth. She pushes in deeply and roughly, hitting the back of your throat with her tip and making you choke around her cock. The tightening of your throat squeezes her cock and she moans deeply.

"Yes, baby, take me with that hot mouth of yours Feels so good!"

You feel Alessia quicken her thrusts into you now, her veiny cock runs along your walls, making you feel each thrust everywhere.

Leah tangles her hand in your hair and now has full control over your head as she practically locks the back of your head in place. Alessia's grip on your hips tightens at the same time, stopping you from moving them as well.

Now, you're locked in between the two blondes, Alessia fucking into you from behind with hard and rough thrusts and Leah fucking your mouth deeply with her long cock. Your whole body is shaking from both their thrusts without you having any form of control over any of your movements.

You revel in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly on both ends, your body feels like it's on fire, pleasure and heat pulsing through you.

"You're taking us so well, pretty girl." Alessia praises from behind you. "So well, we could just fuck you like this forever, our perfect girl."

Her words hit you deep inside, going right to your core. You feel yourself clench around her cock. Alessia of course notices.

"You like that so much, don't you? Being all perfect for us, letting us use you like this?"

You moan at her words, sending vibrations through Leah's cock, making her moan loudly as well. Her grip in your hair tightens as she nears her orgasm. She thrusts into your mouth steadily, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly now.

Alessia's cock twitches inside of you and you know that she's close to her own orgasm as well. You clench your pussy and try to back your ass into her, trying to meet her thrusts and help make her cum.

Her thrusts turn more erratic and you eagerly await her orgasm. But you get surprised by Leah first. Her grip on the back of your head tightens even more and she keeps your head locked in place, pushing her cock as far into your mouth as possible. Her whole body seems to be pushing against you as she holds you so that she can empty herself into your mouth.

Her cum hits the back of your throat and you choke but don't and can't move off her. Instead, you swallow as much of her cum as you can, but you feel some of it spilling out of your mouth and dripping down your chin as well.

"Swallow, pretty girl, doing such a good job. Fuck, take all my cum!"

Apparently, those words are what does it for Alessia as well.

"Fuck, take both our loads, baby!" She moans and then you feel her hot seed hit your walls. You moan as you cum right with them, the coil inside of you exploding at the feeling of being filled with their cum from both ends, it feels all-consuming and overwhelming in the best way. You feel surrounded by them and that has you reeling.

When you slowly come down from your orgasm, you feel your whole body getting tired and just want to collapse onto the bed, needing to take a breath.

Leah's grip on your head is loosening and her cock slips out of your mouth. You just let yourself fall forward, face first, without her holding you up anymore, Alessia's cock slipping out of you in the process, making both of you groan.

Leah scoots down next to you, her hand now coming to your back, softly caressing you. Alessia lies down on your other side, where your face is turned to. Her face comes close to yours and you can see the sparkle in her eyes.

"Well done, baby."

You whimper appreciatively at her words which makes both of them chuckle.

Alessia joins Leah's hand on your back and they both just let them wander all over you with soft movements while you catch your breath. The room is completely silent for a while all three of you just existing together.

You free your hand from underneath yourself and put it on Alessia's stomach, drawing very slow circles there.

Alessia's hand comes to your face and she pulls you towards herself, kissing you deeply. It's a slow but passionate kiss, both of you putting everything into it. Alessia groans and you know she's enjoying the taste of Leah still clinging to your tongue.

You feel Leah's lips on your back, lazily trailing kisses from your spine all the way up to your neck. She bites down teasingly, making you moan into Alessia's mouth.

Leah is now draped halfway over you from behind, sandwiching you once again between herself and Alessia. She kisses along your jaw and then reaches over you to redirect Alessia's mouth to her own.

Their kisses turn sloppy rather quickly, all teeth and tongues. They're making out literally right in front of your face and you feel it affecting you deep inside once more. You didn't think you still had any energy left in you, but seeing and hearing them make out like that had apparently spurred you on enough.

You move a little between them, not knowing what you want to accomplish with that but feeling the need to do something. Then you let your hand wander and bump into something. You feel around a bit more and discover that Alessia is already hard once again.

That makes you squirm even more, turned on by the mere thought of either one of them inside of you again. Now you can feel Leah twitching against your back as well, deepening the feeling of want inside of you.

You move your hips a bit against Alessia's thigh, searching for friction against your aching cunt but just her leg won't suffice. You whine, growing more desperate by the second.

Leah and Alessia pull away from each other, probably disturbed by your movements. Alessia grins cheekily down at you.

"You haven't had enough of us yet baby?"

You whine and shake your head, flushing at the look on her face.

"Do you think you can take both of us at the same time, pretty girl?" You can feel Leah's breath against your ear as she talks.

Your eyes widen at the implication of Leah's words, the thought sends a shiver down your back and you whimper, feeling yourself growing wetter at the thought of both of them fucking you at the same time.

"Can't take Alessia in my ass though, too thick." You mumble.

Alessia laughs and caresses your face with her hand.

"As you wish, baby."

Leah disappears from behind you and Alessia pulls you completely on top of herself. She kisses you again, much more demanding than just minutes before, pushing her tongue in and exploring your mouth with ferocity. Her hands are all over your body and you completely give yourself to the feeling of her all over you once more.

You reach down and in-between the two of you to line up her cock with your pussy. You push back once and slowly sink down on her, making her pull away from your mouth for a long moan.

"You feel so good baby," Alessia says against your ear "I can feel all our cum inside of you, so hot."

You slowly move on top of Alessia, just wanting to feel her inside of you and getting ready for Leah.

Alessia pulls you down against her once more, and you look over your shoulder to see what Leah is doing. You can see that she got lube from somewhere that she's now generously spreading over her cock. She's pumping it with long strokes, getting herself ready.

"Relax baby." Alessia says and lets her hands roam over your back again. "It'll be much easier if you're relaxed."

You let yourself fall completely into Alessia, lying on top of her, not moving, not exerting any muscles. Her hands caress your ass and she coos in your ear. "Such a good girl for us, you've been doing so well, our good girl."

Leah works some lube into your ass with her hands. She slowly pushes her thumb inside of you, stretching your hole and preparing you for her cock. Then the tip of her cock presses against your hole, obviously much wider than her thumb had been. You spread your legs and effectively spread yourself open a bit more when you feel her slowly working her cock inside your ass.

She slowly sinks into you deeper and deeper, giving you time to adjust to the new feeling. You whimper with each centimeter she sinks deeper into you.

Feeling both cocks inside of you is an entirely new form of fullness for you. You've never felt this filled and you let the pleasure of it wash over you, everything just feels more now.

"So damn tight." Leah grits her teeth while talking. "Feels so good, baby."

"Are you alright?" Alessia asks you.

You only moan loudly at her question, nodding your head against her. "So- full." You pant heavily, starting to move against them slowly.

"Aww, are you a bit overwhelmed, pretty girl? Why don't you let us do the work, hmm?"

With that, Alessia and Leah both begin to move. They work with a counter-rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulls out. This rhythm ensures that you're never left empty, one of them always fully inside of you.

They move inside of you and you can only moan uncontrollably, completely losing track of anything but the feeling of being filled at all times and their bodies against you.

You are so overwhelmed with them all over and around you that you feel your orgasm approaching only when it's almost there. The coil in your core feels so tight all of a sudden that you know it's going to snap any second now.

"I'm gonna c-cum." You barely get the words out when the third orgasm of the night overtakes you very quickly. You shake between the two women, completely lost in the feeling of your orgasm and the pleasure all over your body. Both of your holes clench around their cocks, sending the other two women over the edge as well.

Both Leah and Alessia groan at the same time as their orgasms hit them simultaneously. You didn't think you could feel any fuller than you had just seconds before but with both of them pumping their seed inside of you, you feel even fuller than before.

You moan and shake at the feeling of both of them cumming deep inside of you at the same time, feeling entirely spent now. Leah's cum inside of your ass is an entirely new feeling to you and Alessia's cum is filling your cunt even more than it already was, effectively filling you to the brink.

Leah collapses into you and you both rest your full weights on top of Alessia who welcomes you with a huff. You feel both of their cocks soften inside of you, before you fall asleep, entirely exhausted from taking both of them into all your holes.

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Pairing: Mafia Ateez OT8x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, poly ateez, violence and weapons, mafia ateez, organized crime, parental death and grieving process, bullying, possessive and controlling behavior, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

Summary: When Y/n Ricci is forced to marry Kim Hongjoong—leader of the notorious ATEEZ organization and one of eight men who cruelly abandoned her seven years ago—she finds herself trapped in their heavily guarded compound with the ghosts of her past. As she navigates the dangerous world of mafia politics and her own wounded heart, Y/n discovers that all eight powerful, irresistible men still harbor deep feelings for her, suggesting an unconventional solution to their shared dilemma. But before she can consider forgiving them, let alone loving them again, she must uncover the dark secret that tore them apart—a truth that could either heal their fractured bonds or destroy them all completely.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

18+ only- Minors do not enter

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Chapter 3: The Dinner Declaration

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, jaw set with determination. If they expected you to play the part of the grateful, compliant bride-to-be, they were about to be sorely disappointed. Your fingers work methodically, pulling your hair into a messy bun and scrubbing away the last traces of makeup from earlier.

The silk pajama set you slip into is designer—black with delicate lace trim—but unmistakably sleepwear. Let them see exactly how little effort you're willing to put into their charade.

Your phone buzzes against the nightstand. Marco's name lights up the screen, and for the first time today, you smile genuinely.

"Little sister," his warm voice fills your ear as you answer. "How's life in the wolves' den?"

"About as welcoming as you'd expect," you reply, sinking onto the edge of the bed. "They're all here, Marco. All eight of them."

A pause. "And how are you handling that?"

"Like a Ricci," you say, but your voice wavers slightly. "Though I'll admit, seeing them all together again... it's harder than I thought it would be."

Marco's voice turns serious. "Y/n, listen to me. These men broke you once. They shattered you so completely that I almost lost you." His words carry the weight of that terrible night seven years ago, when he'd found you on the balcony, ready to step over the edge. "Whatever game they're playing now, whatever excuses they have—don't let them do it again."

"I won't," you whisper, but even as you say it, you remember Wooyoung's enthusiastic embrace, the way Mingi looked at you with such longing.

"Steel your heart, sorellina," Marco continues, using the Italian endearment that always makes you feel protected. "Make them pay for every tear you shed, every night you cried yourself to sleep wondering what you did wrong. You owe them nothing but contempt."

His words straighten your spine, reminding you why you're here—not by choice, but as a pawn in a larger game. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right. I'm your big brother." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Now go show them exactly what kind of woman you've become. The kind who doesn't break twice."

After ending the call, you sit in the silence of your temporary prison, Marco's words echoing in your mind. Steel your heart. Make them pay.

By the time you descend the stairs at exactly seven o'clock, your armor is in place—not silk and steel this time, but defiance and deliberate disrespect.

* * *

The dining room falls silent as you enter. Eight pairs of eyes track your movement, taking in your appearance with varying degrees of shock and something that might be appreciation. The massive table is set with formal china and crystal, multiple courses already laid out with military precision.

Hongjoong's jaw twitches as his gaze sweeps over your pajamas, his knuckles whitening where they grip his wine glass. Good, you think with savage satisfaction. Let him see exactly how little this arrangement means to you.

"Y/n!" Wooyoung's voice cuts through the tension, bright and welcoming as if no time has passed at all. "You look comfortable! I love that you're making yourself at home already. Oh, and your hair looks so cute up like that—remember when we used to braid it? You'd sit between Seonghwa and me while we watched movies, and—"

"Wooyoung," Seonghwa's voice carries a warning, but Wooyoung barrels on, his energy filling the room like an unstoppable force.

"—and you'd always fall asleep halfway through, so we'd have to carry you upstairs. Your mom would laugh and say we spoiled you rotten, but honestly, we loved taking care of you. Remember that time you got sick with pneumonia and I learned to make your mom's minestrone from scratch because it was the only thing you'd eat? I must have made it twenty times that summer—"

Your heart clenches traitorously at the memory. You do remember—the fever, the way Wooyoung had sat beside your bed for hours, spooning soup into your mouth and reading to you when your throat was too raw to speak. The gentleness in his hands as he smoothed your hair back from your fevered brow.

But then the storm clouds gather, dark and vengeful, reminding you of other words he'd spoken. God, Y/n, you're exhausting. Do you know that? You're exhausting and needy and you never know when to stop.

The memories collide—past tenderness and past cruelty warring in your chest until you can't breathe properly. You look around the table, seeing all of them watching you with expressions ranging from hope to wariness to barely contained longing.

That's when it hits you. The sheer audacity of it all.

"Are you all fucking delusional?" The words explode from you like shrapnel, sharp enough to draw blood. "Do you think you could each break my heart over and over with your words, and I would come here and play house with all of you?"

The temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Wooyoung's smile falters, his hand halfway to his wine glass freezing in mid-air.

Hongjoong sighs, setting down his utensils with deliberate care. "We were trying to—"

"Protect me? Right?" you sneer, cutting him off. The word tastes like poison in your mouth. "Poor little Y/n. Needs everyone to protect her with secrets and lies. I don't give a fuck why you did it."

You stand so quickly your chair topples backward, the crash echoing through the silence like a gunshot. Every eye in the room is fixed on you now, but you don't care. Seven years of buried rage is clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be heard.

"You were all my first friends," you say, your voice deadly quiet, look at Hongjoong. "You took away my first kiss." Your gaze shifts deliberately to Yunho, whose face goes pale as understanding dawns. Around the table, surprise ripples through the others—apparently, he'd never shared that particular secret.

Yunho's mouth opens as if to speak, but no words come. His eyes are wide, almost panicked, as if he's afraid of what else you might reveal.

"Now you want to take away my marriage?" You laugh, but there's no humor in it—only broken glass and bitter irony. "What's next? Am I going to be expected to have a child with you too?"

Hongjoong's eyes flash with something dangerous, possessive. His grip on his wine glass tightens until you're surprised it doesn't shatter.

But you're not done. Not even close.

You smile then—sharp and vicious and completely without warmth. "Don't worry, dearest fiancé. You won't have to take my virginity. That honor went to someone else."

The silence that follows is deafening. You can feel the jealousy rolling off them in waves, thick enough to choke on. Hongjoong looks like he could murder every man in the city with his bare hands, his carefully controlled facade cracking to reveal something primitive and possessive underneath.

San's knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the table. Mingi has gone completely still, like a predator preparing to strike. Even gentle Yunho looks stricken, as if you've physically wounded him.

Good, you think viciously. Let them feel a fraction of what they put me through.

"Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen," you say with false sweetness, gathering what remains of your dignity around you like armor. "I'm sure you have much to discuss."

With that, you turn on your heel and head for the door, your bare feet silent on the marble floor. Behind you, you hear the scrape of chairs, raised voices, the sound of something shattering—whether it's glass or composure, you neither know nor care.

You've delivered your message loud and clear: the naive girl they once knew is dead and buried. In her place stands someone who won't be broken twice, someone who learned that the only way to survive wolves is to become something more dangerous than they are.

As you climb the stairs to your room, you don't look back. But you carry with you the image of eight faces, each reflecting a different shade of devastation, and for the first time since arriving, you feel like you've won a battle.

Even if the war is far from over.

***

The silence after your departure stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap. Eight men sat frozen around the dinner table, the wreckage of your words settling over them like fallout.

Hongjoong's wine glass lay shattered on the floor where he'd thrown it, red liquid seeping into the pristine white marble. His chest rose and fell with barely controlled fury, his carefully maintained composure crumbling piece by piece.

"When did you two kiss?" His voice was deadly quiet, but his eyes burned as they fixed on Yunho.

San's hand slammed against the table with enough force to make the crystal jump. "That's what you're focusing on? Did you hear what she said?" His usually charming features were twisted with anguish. 

"We broke her," Seonghwa said steadily, though his face had gone ashen, the careful mask he wore stripped away to reveal raw devastation beneath. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his wine, the only outward sign of the turmoil raging inside him.

Yunho shifted uncomfortably under Hongjoong's intense stare, running a hand through his hair. "It was nothing," he said, but his voice cracked slightly. "We were fifteen, at that beach bonfire. Everyone was drinking, and she was upset about something—I don't even remember what—and I just... I comforted her. It didn't mean anything."

But his eyes told a different story. His eyes remembered everything—the taste of salt on your lips from tears and ocean spray, the way you'd looked up at him with such trust, such innocent affection. The way his heart had stopped when you'd pressed your mouth to his, soft and tentative and perfect.

"Bullshit," Hongjoong snarled, starting to rise from his chair. "You never—"

"Enough." Jongho's voice cut through the air like a blade, stopping Hongjoong mid-motion. The youngest of them rarely spoke with such authority, but when he did, they all listened. "You weren't the only one in love with her, Hongjoong. Just because you're going to be her husband on paper doesn't change that. It doesn't give you the right to interrogate the rest of us about our feelings."

Hongjoong's jaw worked furiously, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I'm her—"

"Her what?" Jongho challenged, rising to his full, intimidating height. "Her fiancé? A title forced on both of you by circumstances and family politics? You heard her tonight—she doesn't want this any more than we do. So don't stand there acting like you have some special claim when we all lost her seven years ago."

The words hit like physical blows, each one landing with devastating accuracy. Hongjoong's face cycled through emotions—rage, pain, frustration, and underneath it all, a grief so profound it was almost unbearable to witness.

Across the table, Wooyoung had begun to cry—silent tears streaming down his face as he stared at his untouched plate. His shoulders shook with the effort of containing sobs that wanted to tear free from his chest.

"She hates us," he whispered, his usual bright energy completely extinguished. "Did you see her face when I was talking? She looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I was nothing." His voice broke completely. "I used to make her laugh every day. Every single day, and now she can't even stand to hear my voice."

Mingi hadn’t moved since you’d left, his eyes fixed on the doorway as if he could still see you standing there. His face was a mask of quiet devastation, all the light drained from his features. Of all of them, he seemed the most deeply affected, as if your words had physically wounded him.

“Someone else,” he murmured, almost to himself. “She gave herself to someone else.”

The words sent another ripple of tension around the table. The implication that you had been intimate with someone else—someone not in this room—was like salt in an open wound for all of them.

“Who?” Hongjoong demanded, turning his fierce gaze to Seonghwa. “You’ve had people watching her. Who was it?”

Seonghwa’s expression remained carefully neutral. “Our surveillance was for her safety, not to monitor her personal life. If she was involved with someone, we weren’t aware of it.”

“Find out,” Hongjoong ordered.

“Why?” Yeosang spoke, his quiet voice cutting through the tension. “So you can what—track him down? Threaten him? Kill him?” He shook his head. “Her life is her own. It always has been.”

“She’s going to be my wife,” Hongjoong said through gritted teeth.

“On paper,” Yeosang countered. “This is a business arrangement, remember? Your words, not mine.”

The two men stared at each other across the table, years of friendship straining under the weight of the moment.

"She's gone," Mingi said quietly, his deep voice barely audible. "Even when she's here, she's gone. The girl we knew... we killed her that day."

San laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and broken. "And for what? To protect her? Look how well that worked out. She's alive, sure, but she's nothing like the person we fell in love with."

"She's stronger," Yeosang said quietly, speaking for the first time since you'd stormed out. His observant eyes had been taking in every detail of the confrontation, analyzing and processing. "Harder. She's built walls that would make ours look like paper."

"Strong enough to hate us," Yunho added miserably. "Strong enough to look us in the eye and tell us exactly what we took from her."

Seonghwa set down his wine with shaking hands. "The way she looked at me when I walked in yesterday... like I was a stranger. No, worse than a stranger. Like I was an enemy." He closed his eyes, pain etched in every line of his face. "She used to run to me when she was scared. Used to trust me with everything."

"We all lost that," Jongho said grimly. "The way she used to light up when she saw us, the way she'd curl up between us during movies, how she'd share every thought and feeling without hesitation." His massive frame seemed to shrink in on itself. "She was so open then. So trusting."

"And now she threatens to shoot anyone who touches her," San said flatly. "We did that. We created this version of her."

Hongjoong finally sank back into his chair, burying his face in his hands. When he looked up, his eyes were wild with frustration and something that looked dangerously close to desperation.

"We had no choice," he said, but the words sounded hollow even to his own ears. "The threats were real. They would have killed her."

"Would they?" Yeosang asked quietly. "Or did we just make the easy choice? Take the money, break her heart, and tell ourselves it was noble?"

The question hung in the air like an accusation. Around the table, seven men faced the weight of a decision made in desperation and fear, a choice that had saved your life but destroyed your soul.

Wooyoung's sobs finally broke free, raw and devastating in the silence. "I can't do this," he choked out. "I can't sit here and pretend this is fine. She's upstairs right now, alone and hurting, and I can't even comfort her because I'm one of the reasons she's in pain."

Mingi's chair scraped against the floor as he finally moved, standing abruptly. "I need air," he muttered, heading for the terrace doors. "I can't... I can't breathe in here."

"Running away again?" San called after him, his own pain making his voice cruel. "That's what we do best, isn't it? Run when things get difficult?"

Mingi stopped at the threshold, his broad shoulders rigid. "What would you have me do, San? Go upstairs and beg for forgiveness? Explain that we broke her heart to save her life? You think that'll make her hate us less?"

"At least it would be honest," San shot back. "At least it would be something other than sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves."

"Enough," Seonghwa said wearily. "Fighting each other won't fix this."

"Nothing will fix this," Yunho said hollowly. "Don't you see? We can't go back. We can't undo what we did. And she's made it clear she doesn't want our explanations or our apologies."

Hongjoong's hands clenched into fists on the table. "So what? We just accept this? We marry and spend our lives as strangers? She lives in our house, bears our name, and hates us every second of every day?"

"Maybe that's what we deserve," Jongho said quietly. "Maybe that's the price we pay for the choice we made."

The words settled over them like a death knell. Seven years of guilt and regret crystallized into a single, awful truth—they had saved your life, but in doing so, they had lost any chance of sharing it.

Yeosang stood quietly, pushing in his chair with deliberate care. “You all keep talking about her like she’s a problem to be managed,” he observed. “She’s not. She’s Y/n. Our Y/n. And right now, she’s alone and hurting.”

“Where are you going?” Seonghwa asked as Yeosang moved toward the door.

“To do what none of you seem capable of,” Yeosang replied. “Listen to her.”

“Yeosang,” Hongjoong warned. “The agreement—”

“I won’t tell her anything she doesn’t need to know,” Yeosang assured him. “But someone needs to make sure she understands that whatever happens next, she’s not alone in this house.”

Without waiting for permission, he left the dining room, his steps purposeful as he headed toward the staircase.Before anyone could stop him, he was gone, his footsteps echoing up the stairs toward your room—toward a conversation that was seven years overdue and might already be too late.

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[inhuman-obey-me]

do you remember the ask you did for the brothers about mc catching them doing something demonic?? could you do that but with the side characters?

Hi hello this is WAY overdue and I am so sorry it's taken this long to get around to it if you're even still around!! But yes, definitely wanted to do a version with the side characters for this. These...got much longer than the previous ones, so please take that as an apology for taking years to get to this.

Previous post referenced can be found here!

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Side Characters being Demonic or Violent

content warning: blood, gore, implied body horror

Note: As before, this is from the perspective of an MC that might just not want to necessarily see all this

DIAVOLO

You were staying the night at the Demon Lord's Castle, exhausted after a long day running around with Diavolo. Despite your exhaustion, you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night — and notice that the Demon Prince is no longer resting beside you. Wondering where he's gone and figuring he must have had something to do, you try and fall back asleep, but to no avail. After some tossing and turning, you decide to get up and take a walk to the garden, hoping that its usual tranquility will help bring back the slumber that now escapes you.

On your way, you hear a distant crash, like glass shattering against stone. Remembering the many stories of how haunted the castle was, a chill creeps down your spine. You know its better to leave it be (just go to the garden, you tell yourself) but your curiosity gets the better of you, as it always does. With careful steps, you make your way down the hall from where you heard the crash, the portraits on the wall watching your every move with morbid glee. Every cell in your body is screaming for you to turn back, and you almost do — until you hear a hysterical laugh swiftly cut off by an agonized yell. A muffled voice soon follows, and you recognize it well.

"Your mistake, like all your predecessors, is mistaking my tolerance for weakness." Diavolo's voice becomes clear as you creep towards an archway, and your heart leaps into your throat at the scene before you. Blood stains the walls, a demon you don't recognize made further unrecognizable by the disfigurement of his flesh, as if it was melting from his bones. "A pity it had to come to this, Guthor. I'll send my regards to your little association." The mockery in the prince's voice is rare to hear, and in a flash the other demon is reduced to nothing but cinders.

"—MC?" Your startled at the sound of your name, and before you can blink you find yourself staring into worried golden eyes. "What are you doing here?! You should be asleep." His four wings fully unfurl, as if to block your view of the gruesome remains. "I…I apologize that you witnessed that." He cups your chin, taking in your unsettled expression. "I'll answer any questions you have, but let's first return to my room, shall we? I'll get you whatever you need."

BARBATOS

Your whole body vibrates as bass, drums, and discordant guitar riffs pour out the speakers at Tartarus Hall, a metal show well underway. It's not the usual environment one would find Barbatos, but you jumped at the chance to accompany him to the show when he cautiously offered. It delighted you to see him outside of the stiffness of his day-to-day duties, and although he still doesn't seem to break too much from his usual statuesque nature, you can certainly tell he's more relaxed.

Eventually deciding to take a break from the rowdy crowd, the two of you make your way to the bar for some much needed refreshments. As Barbatos hands you a drink, you notice something grabs his attention — and an ominous shadow falls over his features. Positioning you safely in a corner by the bar, Barbatos gives you a small smile.

"I'm going to use the restroom, so please stay here until I get back."

You nod and wait patiently, enjoying the music from a distance while sipping your drink, wondering what it was that really captured his attention. After a while, you find yourself with an empty glass and still no Barbatos in sight, so you decide you'll make a quick trip to the restroom yourself. After asking the bartender to let your demon companion know of your whereabouts if he gets back before you do, you make your way through the crowd and down a narrow hall lit with neon signs — and that's when you start to hear it. Screams.

At first, you wonder if its just from the vocalist on stage, but it sounds far closer to you than from the speakers. With a gulp, you cautiously turn a corner and can soon make out a familiar voice, muffled behind a door that isn't quite closed all the way. Peering in, you see Barbatos towering over another, a sharp object in his hand glistening with blood. You stomach twists. "I wish I could have more time with you, but I must return to someone far more important." He sighs, ignoring the other's pleas for mercy. "All you traitors sing the same."

In an instant, the other demon is dead on the floor. Before you can even move to take a step back, you find yourself face-to-face with Barbatos, a gasp leaving your lips as his tail captures your waist and pulls you away from the scene and back to the neon corridor.

"You can't help yourself, can you, dear?" Barbatos scolds, though his gaze softens as he checks you over. "I apologize for leaving you for so long, and for having to witness that. Let's go enjoy the rest of the show for now, shall we?"

SIMEON

It had been some time since your last visit to the human world, so Simeon had decided to gift you with a surprise trip — just the two of you, enjoying all that this coastal city had to offer. There was also a local festival in full swing, which meant dragging Simeon stall to stall to try a variety of food and play some games. You both eventually take a break away from all the festivities to enjoy the sunset, the last rays of the daylight disappearing into the horizon as waves crash on rocks below. You turn to smile at Simeon, but notice that something feels…off. In fact, you had sensed a feeling of tension from him since an encounter earlier that day with a less-than-friendly stranger.

"Simeon? Are you okay? You're not still thinking about that guy, are you?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm sorry." Whatever darkness his eyes held a moment ago disappears, his gaze gentle as he looks to you. "Just a little tired, not to worry. Why don't you go look at some souvenirs," he motions to a cute store a few steps away, "…to bring back for the others, and I'll go fetch us some coffee?"

You agree, though can't quite shake off your concern. Watching from the corner of your eye, you see Simeon wander off before turning into an alley. Leaving the souvenir shopping behind, you decide to follow the angel to see what he's really up to. It's quieter in this part of town, and even quieter in the alley with no cafe in sight. You hear a dull thud and quickly follow the noise, peeking around a corner down another alley — only to freeze at what you saw.

It's a dead-end, and a man is backed up against the brick wall, holding a knife out towards Simeon as if in self-defense. You recognize the man as the one who had harassed you earlier, nearly bruising your arm when he tried to drag you off somewhere. You had managed to shake him off and thought that was the end of it, but Simeon clearly had other ideas.

An ethereal glow emanates from the angel, your eyes beginning to sting as your vision becomes slightly warped. The man opens his mouth as if to scream, but no sound comes out, and he drops his knife to the floor. "You are lucky I am only giving you a warning," Simeon's voice seems to echo, his hand now splayed out across the other's chest. "Reflect on your actions and repent, or next time you won't be so lucky."

A flash of light momentarily blinds you, causing you to stumble back. As you regain a sense of your surroundings, you find your face cupped by gentle hands and your gaze met with bewildered celestial eyes.

"MC! I…I'm sorry. That man continued to follow us throughout the day and was intent on hurting you." His voice is full of worry, his fingers flitting across your body to ensure that you were okay. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Is he—?" You begin to ask.

"He'll be fine, just…terrified for quite some time." Simeon clears his throat, his features showing relief once he's confirmed you're not harmed. "Let's go get something to eat, okay? Whatever you want."

SOLOMON

The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, filled with various events and obligations that had kept you away from your sorcerer studies with Solomon. Far overdue for a lesson, you were finally getting together tonight to practice a few new complicated spells. You decide to stop by the market to pick up a few snacks, texting Solomon to ask if there's anything he wants. A few minutes pass and he fails to respond, so you give him a quick call, assuming he's probably not paying attention to his DDD.

No answer. You sigh and decide to just get what you know he likes before making your way to Purgatory Hall. Taking the more scenic route, you leisurely walk through one of your favorite parks, going over some of the spells in your head — but your mind begins to wander as you notice that Solomon still hasn't returned your texts or call, even though he should be expecting you later. He was usually quick to respond, especially when it came to his "favorite apprentice", as he so often said. He's probably just deep in one of his books or experiments, you assure yourself, but the slight sense of unease forming in your stomach won't go away.

Then, you sense it. A faint warmth on your hand coming from the sorcerer's ring that Solomon had gifted you. He had recently imbued a spell on both your ring and his to let you know when the other was close, but you still were no where near Purgatory Hall. Rather, the ring was pulling you towards another path that went into the forest.

"Stop, stop! I'm sorry, okay?!" You eventually hear a coarse voice, so you quietly hide behind a tree and peer around to see what's going on, eyes widening at what you find. A demon seems to be brutally bound to the floor, blood seeping from his eyes and mouth as he looks up and pleads to the sorcerer who put him in such a position.

"Coming to your senses after you tried to take away mine?" Solomon answers in a mocking and cold tone. "You should have known better than to try your tricks on me, Pinen." He takes a few steps towards the demon, squatting down to get more to his level. "And," his voice is dangerously low and furious, "…you should have thought twice before trying to threaten my apprentice. Have fun getting out of this one."

The demon opens his mouth to scream, but you blink and he's gone. You blink again and find Solomon before you, his hands gently gripping your shoulders and worry in his eyes, a shadow of guilt on his features. Of course, he must have sensed you were nearby.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get caught up in this." He glances down and scoops up the bag that you must have dropped at some point. "I'll explain what happened and what I did once we're out of here, okay?"

[mattslilies]

Sharing - M.S. (ft platonic C.S.)

"yeah, man, it's fine. cmere." or... the one where chris has trouble sleeping, and turns to matt as usual. the only thing different? you're there too. warnings: mentions of sleep paralysis, bit of fear, nothing too crazy. word count: 481 a/n: requested by anon! divider credit to @roseraris! also i think there's been a fic like this, however i don't remember who wrote it, so if anyone knows, pls tag them so the anon who requested it can read another fic like this!

chris slept in matt's bed a lot. probably more than any other brother ever did. you'd never once judged him for it, having just accepted it with kindness. their bond truly was unbreakable and like nothing that you had ever seen, and you were just beginning to see and experience everything that came with it.

you were laying in matt's bed, his arm around your shoulders as some mindless show played on the television across from his bed. you laid your head on his chest, eyes beginning to close as sleep began to take over you.

"what time is it?"

he giggled softly, running a hand through your hair.

"it's about 2:30, baby. go to sleep, you're clearly exhausted."

a yawn followed his words from his mouth as he realized he was also quite tired.

"you should rest too."

your words were slightly muffled as you responded to him, head already drifting off to sleep. he smiled, kissing your forehead before falling asleep as well.

about an hour passed before you awoke, having always been a light sleeper. you looked around for the source of the sound that had woken you up, noticing matt's door open and a figure standing in the doorway. you recognized the stance as chris, and rolled over to shake matt awake.

"wha' happened?"

matt rubbed his eyes as his sleep was disturbed, but blinked at the doorway and realized chris was there.

"what's wrong?"

you stayed quiet, huddled up against matt's body as he spoke. chris stepped a little closer, clearly unsure of himself, anxiety radiating off of him as he moved.

"sleep paralysis. scared the shit outta me."

matt's face turned sympathetic immediately, knowing how horrifying chris' sleep paralysis could get.

"do you wanna sleep in here?"

he looked over to you, and you nodded, giving both of them your approval.

"can i- i mean, is that okay?"

matt nodded, yawning.

"yeah, man, it's fine. cmere."

he slid closer to the middle of the bed, tossing back the covers and waving chris over.

"just close the door, yeah? the light will keep us up."

chris quickly closed it behind him, making his way over to the bed and sliding under the covers, his body immediately curling up against matt's back. his shoulders relaxed, the tenseness in the air surrounding him immediately dissipating as he got comfortable.

you reached over matt, gently grabbing chris' hand for a second, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"i can't imagine how scary that was for you."

he shook his head, lips firmly pressed together, clearly not wanting to speak about it. you took the hint, instead offering him some words of comfort before letting go of his hand, curling up against matt's chest.

"you're always welcome in here with us. get some rest."

he stayed fast asleep the rest of the night, and so did both you and matt.

[urfavfakeblonde]

Cₒcₖwₐᵣₘᵢₙg ₘₒb Bₒₛₛ!Bᵤcₖy

Bucky's a mob boss...and there are some incompetent men in his presence that don't seem to understand the importance of what he owns. Luckily, the sweet girl sitting on him can help him calm down.

Warnings: cockwarming, fingering fem!rec, implied violence, public!sex

I timidly enter the room, swallowing hard as I make eye contact with Bucky. He had this stern look on his face, like he was just about to single-handedly kill every man sitting around the table. I nervously bite my lip as he waves me over, continuing his conversation. "Look, Mr. Barnes, we can get you the money by next week. Someone robbed the storage unit last night, so we are short $500,000. If you could just give us more time-" the man was cut short as the door slammed shut. Everyone jumped in their seats, nervously straightening their ties. My breath shakes as I slowly walk over to Bucky, standing just off to the side of his chair. I hold out an envelope to him, biting my tongue. He lets out a deep sigh, staring down at the man currently twitching in his seat. "Where is this... perpetrator?" He asks, taking the envelope from my shaky hands. He glances up at my face as I dart my eyes towards the ground. His eyes drink in my appearance, clearing his throat before opening the paper. He reads while the man tries to explain himself on the matter, ultimately getting dragged away by one of the henchmen. Bucky sighs as he closes the paper, setting it on the table. He brings his attention to the other men who sit at the table, beads of sweat forming on each of their brows. "Anybody want to explain why your company has failed to return my money?" He asks, clicking his teeth. It's quiet for a moment as they all look at each other, clutching their hands tightly together.

Suddenly, he pats his lap, catching my attention. My face heats up as I swallow, nervously playing with my fingers. "Sit, sweetheart," he says cooly, glancing at the men before him, "since our guests are having difficulty finding words." I suck in a breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Look, we really don't have all day to discuss this, Mr. Barnes," another man says. However, Bucky continues to look at me, a smirk growing on his face. Slowly, he brings his hand to his belt as the man continues. My eyes grow wide at the actions, glancing at the man talking to distract myself. The man continues, completely oblivious that Bucky has taken his cock out of his trousers. "We can get you the money by next week, unless we find the man who stole from us. You, I mean." Bucky pats his lap again, tilting his head at me. I close the distance, scooting in front of him to sit. Bucky is quick to reach under my dress, moving my panties to the side as he sits me on his cock. I let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the table. I bite my lip as the men at the table nervously look down at the table. To them, it seemed that I was terrified of being so close to the mob boss. If only they knew how close I really was. Bucky lets out a satisfied sigh, letting a mocking smile form on his lips. "You know what this paper told me here?" He asks, leaning forward to pick up the envelope. This position pushed him in even further, pinning me to the table. I let out a shaky breath as to not let out a moan, knuckles white against the table's edge. "It says that you, Bruce, took out $500,000 from your company just last night. Interesting, isn't it?" The man at the end of the table stops breathing for a moment, eyes going wide as his co-workers look at him with shocked expressions. "T-that's not true, why would I do that?" He asks nervously, glancing at the broad-shouldered man guarding the door.

Bucky's grip on my waist tightens as my pussy unknowingly clenches around him, my focus faltering by the minute when he's just so deep. "You tell me. However, I'm sure you're very busy, so let's discuss this at a later time. Give you some time to remember," he says cooly, glancing at the henchmen guarding the door. He is quick to grab the man, dragging him out of his chair and out the door. The other men got up in a hurry, leaving the room as fast as possible. I gulp as I look over my shoulder at the man who has been inside me, unmoving, for the past 10 minutes. "Please," I whisper, cheeks heating up. He simply kisses my neck, letting his arms wrap around my torso to pull me into his chest. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, gasping as his cool hand pushes up my dress past my hips to rub small circles on my sensitive clit. I clench around him, tears brimming in my lash line. My hands grip the sides of the chair, heavy breaths spilling from my plump lips. Through all of it, all I could hear was the screams of the businessmen as I came around his cock.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing me softly.

[ikinokori-bokura]

very common! i would wager most students don't see it as improv, they see it as an opportunity to vent in a space where they won't receive feedback.

the teacher isn't going to report them to the counselor or whatever; the studnet can go into as much detail as they feel safe revealing. i know i personally love the idea of venting everything wrong in my life, knowing it's been seen, but not receiving any kind of pity or worry or false sympathy, just a good grade. and i assume most of my classmates think the same way

i actually remember one of my teachers announcing early in the freshman year how many students chose to write about sensitive topics in their essays and so he chose not to share them. i don't even think he usually shared them, because of this exact reason.

Anyone got that poem written from the perspective of an English teacher where they know deeply personal things about their now adult students because of the essays they wrote

[donat-senpai]

Please I'm ON MY KNEES HERE, yandere maomao and Jinshi with a reader who puts EVERYTHING but that they like her and a yandere together like

Jinishi: "you must know that i-

Y/n:"no I know....... It's obvious. But maomao also know witch is WHY- *runs away, giggling because she set up a romantic date in her place and trapped maomao and Jinshi there*

Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: Jealousy, rivalry, eunuch-related themes At some point I lost control and everything became a bit tense 😅

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

You were standing in a long corridor, barely remembering to breathe. The heavy silence pressed on your chest. You forced yourself to inhale… and slowly exhale. You could hear your own pulse ringing in your ears. Right in front of you — far too close to be appropriate — stood Jinshi with a strange expression on his face. Anyone walking by would’ve thought they’d caught a pair of secret lovers in the middle of something. He had stopped you, asking for a moment of your attention. His hand was still resting on your elbow. Mentally, you flipped through every possible wrongdoing you might’ve committed, bracing yourself to beg for mercy. Losing your position at the palace was not part of your plans. But then, suddenly, his expression shifted. Uncertain now, almost… shy?

“You should know that I…”

There it was! He wasn’t here to fire you. He just needed help with something. Nodding in understanding, you grabbed him by the shoulders (a gesture meant to offer your full support) and leaned in, whispering conspiratorially:

“No. I know. It’s obvious. But Maomao knows too. That’s why… I’ll help you!”

You pulled free from his grip and bolted down the corridor, giggling in triumph. Finally, full freedom of action! Not that the lack of it had ever really stopped you before, but with his blessing? Everything would go so much smoother now.

Jinshi remained where he stood, utterly and completely bewildered.

---

Maomao took a sip of tea and closed her eyes in contentment. You were sitting beside her, chirping about something or other. She was genuinely trying to listen, but the fatigue of the day was catching up to her. To her, your voice was the most calming sound in the world. She leaned in closer, resting her shoulder gently against yours. A faint scent filled her lungs — aromatic oil. For a moment, she felt like nothing could ruin this day. But then you suddenly shot to your feet, causing her to nearly lose balance as her support — your shoulder — vanished.

“Sorry! I just remembered I need to… do something. Wait here, okay? Please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back!” You darted out of the room like a startled bird. Maomao, stunned (which was rare for her) stared after you.

Some time passed. The door opened again. Maomao was just about to ask what that had been all about, and was met with the most disappointing sight imaginable. “What’s HE doing here?” she thought. Jinshi stepped in. You flashed behind him, offering her an apologetic smile as you shut the door and locked it with a key.

“Looks like someone really wanted us to be alone,” Jinshi noted quietly, a faint smirk playing at his lips. He tried the doorknob — locked. “They asked for my help. Apparently, your presence brings the mood down.”

“Of course. Only they would think this is a good idea.” Maomao sat upright sharply, the drowsiness vanishing in an instant.

“Still, maybe it’s for the best. We do need to finally talk about… certain things.”

Maomao raised an eyebrow. Jinshi crossed his arms.

Outside, you pressed your ear against the door, holding your breath, eavesdropping. Everything was going perfectly. Any moment now one of them would crack and confess their feelings. They were so close, despite all that pompous irritation between them.

“These doomed relations have no future. You need to admit that to yourself and stop coming here,” Maomao said flatly.

“I could say the same to you,” Jinshi replied, his tone cold. “Do you really think you can keep pretending to be just a friend? If you cross the line, everything you worked so hard to build will fall apart.”

You tensed. They had never spoken this coldly around you before. What was happening? This was supposed to be a confession, but it sounded more like… threats.

“I’ll figure out what to do. Besides, you’re a eunuch. You’re hardly of any use.”

“I have wealth. Power. I can provide this. What can you offer? Timid touches when no one’s watching?” Jinshi’s voice was calm, as though her insult hadn’t touched him in the slightest.

“And yet I’m the one staying with them when you're off doing whatever your duties require. I’m the one making sure they’re safe. I’m there when things go wrong. And when things are good too. They laugh with me. They’re happy with me. So don’t pretend that their joy is thanks to your rare, lazy appearances.”

Maomao’s composure finally cracked. She didn’t raise her voice, but her fury filled the room. Silence followed. Your knees buckled, and you barely managed to stay standing, gripping the door for support. You had completely lost track of the conversation. You had no idea what they were even talking about anymore. But one thing was painfully clear: this was not going according to plan. Now they were fighting. You had to do something. You had to intervene before it got worse.

“Is Lord Jinshi in there?”

You flinched. Gaoshun’s voice rolled through the corridor like distant thunder.

You threw yourself in front of the door, arms spread as if your body alone could shield the truth. As if that would help.

“N-no! He’s… um… not here!” You smiled nervously, your voice shaky.

Gaoshun slowly raised an eyebrow. And then came the look. That infamous “disappointed father” stare, honed through years of diplomacy, dealing with difficult subordinates, and raising children of his own.

“You again.”

You dropped your gaze in shame, unlocking the door with one hand. Then you stepped aside and opened it.

Well. That date was over.

Jinshi left the room at once. You didn’t dare look at him, simply watching him leave from the corner of your eye. He didn’t stop and didn’t look back. Just walked away disappointed. Gaoshun followed.

Yeah… maybe they hadn’t figured out their feelings yet. But you knew. You could feel it. You saw it. And someday (absolutely) they’d understand it too.

…Wait. Who were they talking about?

You didn’t get the chance to dwell on that thought, because a thoroughly annoyed Maomao grabbed your wrist and dragged you back into the room, clearly ready to scold you.

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(I hope I haven't forgotten anyone)

[nullicaput]

skinner and the rat. VII

Pairing: Han Su-Gang x Reader

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Teacher-Student Relationship, Power Imbalance, Reverse Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Dark, Su-gang being deranged as hell

Summary: Familiar faces and familiar violence—you thought after almost ten years, the kid you left would never remember you, but you were wrong.

Word count:1889

previous chapter.

Su-Gang held him higher, which hurt him more.

"Are you in pain?"

It was an asinine question, yet you did not know what else to say. You walked closer to the boy, but not too close that Su-Gang could grab you. 

"You told me that my English writing skills are bad," Su-Gang reminded you, trying to catch your attention. 

You tried to read the boy's name plate, which was difficult given your distance, but you succeeded eventually. 

"Jin-Hyung, are you in pain?"

"Teach, he's fine," a boy whose name you forgot dismissed.

As if to prove their words, Su-Gang let him go without a warning. The boy fell onto his face, and you could almost hear your heart break into pieces. 

"I'll ask you again, are you in pain?" 

"Isn't it obvious?" 

"Shush," you shut him down, your words with an edge. "Close your mouth."

Your eyes were only on Jin-Hyung, but all of them felt the weight of your glare. 

"Yes," he gasped. 

Whether it was bravery or plain foolishness, you quickly made your way to Jin-Hyung and kneeled beside him. You patted your pocket in search for your handkerchief, and when you found it, you patted his busted lip. It hurt seeing someone of who resembled your brother being treated this way, and you would rather deal with the consequences later than pretend not to see anything. 

It was selfish that you were playing hero simply because he looked like your relative—you will not deny and say the otherwise.

"You should tutor me, one on one," Su-Gang said slowly, rising from his position so he could look down at and on you. "Just the two of us, skin-to-skin."

When the other teens heard his provocation, they clapped their hands. They chortled tauntingly, waiting for you to do something that will amuse them to no end, yet you did not.

"Contract employees like myself are not allowed to tutor children."

Children? 

Him? A child?

"Do I look like a fucking child to you?"

"You are."

You are?

He is? 

You did not even say that he does look like a child. You said that he is.

"I'm twenty years old, and you know that."

You helped the boy stand up with you, and you gave him the gentlest pat on the shoulder. Your eyes, still, never left Jin-Hyung, telling him to do the same and not mind the others around. 

"You may be legally an adult, but to your teachers—or, to me at least—you are a child."

"Get lost."

He was not pertaining to you. You knew that was referring to his underlings who never grew a backbone—they reminded you of who you used to be—and for that, you stayed where you stood. 

"All of you," he cleared up. "Get lost."

"You should leave as well," you said, your tone soft and concerned. 

Within a tick of a clock, your sisterly disposition switched back to how you were whenever you dealt with Su-Gang. It was a clear slap to the face to see you interact with others, let alone be so nice to them, especially to that vermin. 

Tiredly, you asked, "What is it you truly want to discuss with me?" 

He took his coat and tossed it on the floor, exactly where Jin-Hyung Go, the boy with the saddest pair of eyes, used to be pinned down. He peeled his slipover, all while his eyes fixatedly scrutinized you.

"Su-Gang Han, the floor is dirty."

You looked around, and you saw that no one was there with the two of you anymore. Perhaps they were hiding or they indeed left, you had no way of knowing in the meantime. 

"Don't pretend like you don't know what's going to happen."

"Su-Gang, you should not be acting like this," you scolded him, monotonous and disinterested. 

"Run that mouth." He clicked his tongue before kissing his teeth. "I'll show you what you're calling a child." 

He took your hand and attempted to press it against his chest, as if to make a point that he indeed was supposed to be viewed as someone grown and mature enough for you. You, however, snatched your hand and dusted it along the hem of your blouse. You muttered something about not having your alcohol spray with you, which made his jaw click. 

"Fix your uniform," you berated him. "And if it's tutoring you want, I'm certain that the teachers are already busy to do that, so I'll ask them instead if they can give you supplementary activities and modules to study during free time."

It was driving him crazy seeing you act as though he was simply a student—who you have only met weeks ago—to you. 

"Don't act like you don't remember me." 

"Su-gang Han, refrain from this inappropriate behavior from now on."

He punched the space an inch away from your ear.

You did not flinch, but it was obvious enough that what he did affected you negatively. Even so, within a blink of an eye, you regained your composure, posture straight and gaze unwavering. 

"I'll decide which behavior is appropriate or not," he warned. "You hear me?" 

You stared at him the way a sitter would to an annoying child acting up unreasonably.

"I can hear you clearly." 

"Do you think you could just ignore me? Walk away when you want to?"

He grabbed you by the collar of your blouse and slammed your back against the door that leads to the art room. Before you could even catch your breath, he shoved his lips onto yours, and the only thing that kept him from tasting your mouth was the flimsy three-layered mask that you wore to block your lower face from dust. He pulled you toward him, but your hands were quicker. You pushed him away from you, your chest heaving hard.

You were shaking like a leaf against the wind blowing strong. You put a single finger along the loop of your mask, and you took it off of your face, not even touching the part where his lips has landed—or rather, crashed. Disgust coated every single bit of your being, and who knows ho little it would take him to break you, or at least take you apart. With the back of your hand—the one he did not touch—you wiped your lips and rubbed your skin against your trousers.

"Look at me." He moved closer to you once more, as though challenging you to react—to cry, to be enraged, to be satisfied—yet your eyes, despite now meeting his, seemed so far away. "Shit!"

As his fingers clamped around your jaw, he made sure that you could feel his nails digging into your cheeks. He clenched his other hand into a tight ball, and he repeatedly hit the door using the side of his fist, his flesh effectively cushioning his hand from the impact. Each time his hand hits the door, your eyelids close for a single millimeter, and it was an enough validation for him that you were afraid that the next time he does it, it would be onto your pretty face. 

 

"I can ruin your life." He chuckled lowly, his breath fanning the delicate part behind your ear. "I can ruin your life for breaking your promise to me."

Your promise of never teaching anyone but him. Your promise that you would never value anyone more than him. Your promise that you would never leave him no matter how inhumane he becomes.

"You weren't supposed to be here," he grumbled. "You know damn well you're not supposed to be here!"

He cared not if his shout made your ears ring, or if they were hurt; if anything, he wanted to do more than just hurt you.

He was not the kind of person who lets go of even the smallest inconvenience, so, of course, he would never be the kind of person who sets free of past grudges for the peace of minds of both parties. He pays back using the most diabolical means, and you were not an exception. 

You have hurt him when you left—

No. 

He was not hurt. 

Su-Gang would never be hurt by the likes of you. 

You, a cockroach scurrying under his feet in order not to be stepped on and be crushed by his weight, should never hurt him.

"Teacher [Name]," he muttered. 

His face twitched, and the right side of his lips quirked up into a sly smirk. He buried his nose into your hair, sniffing the faint smell of shampoo that clung into the strands. He faced you again, his tongue licking his lips. 

"You're paying attention to me."

He tightened the grip he had on you, but it only made you to react less. Your eyes raked his form, bored and unimpressed.

"You're not the only student I'm paying attention to."

He set your jaw free and covered his mouth. 

"I can do whatever I want with you, and they won't even goddamned care." A strangely unique sound came from the back of his throat. "Those bastards won't give a fuck because, at least, it wasn't them." 

Your lips, a tad bit swollen, pursed. 

"I'll keep that in mind."

What that was was not submission, nor was it an act of defiance. It was a way to discipline him, and he knew that based on the way you peered through him. Disappointed and loathing, you studied him without any ounce of interest, and yet, he remained waiting for something—anything that would fill that void you caused.

You turned away from him, your back facing him like you did nine years ago. You left him without a word, your body language alone enough to tell him that he had done has displeased you. 

Not as Teacher [Name], but as his Miss.

He should be overjoyed for that, so why was he not?

He desired to see you again, yet at the same time, he did not want seeing you within his territory. Instead, he wanted you inside his house like a decorative piece only he could touch and see. He wanted your warmth, and he wanted your breaths to be caused by him. He wanted you to think of only him, to speak of only him, to live for him. He desired to hear you gasp under him as he made sure that the every fiber of being was intertwined with his.

Because, ever since he was a young boy, the moment the two of you has crossed paths, he has wanted to possess you. Because everything that he has laid his eyes upon was his and only his, and now that he was a meter away from you, he could do that easily without anyone interfering. Because he desired you in a way that a student should not—he was not a student before you met him, was he? 

He was not a student; he was your student. You were his teacher; You were his.

But you had the nerve to leave him as if you had the choice—as if he let you have a choice in the matter.

As a bitter realization has presented itself in front of him, he could only bite his cheek and grind his teeth. 

"You don't get to leave me again." 

He would rather kill you right now than let you go.

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Stubble

pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson x Reader (SEPERATE) summary: How the Batboys would be if they had a stubble. warnings: no y/n used,fluff a/n: of course i remember!! really hope this lived up to your expectations, i really love this idea🤗(sorry for the blurry pic😓)

⁛ BRUCE WAYNE

It was a few rough and long patrols for Bruce, one of those weeks where he couldn't catch more than three hours of sleep, let alone take a proper shower. He was reeking of sweat and smelling bad from the sewers.

Finally, one he managed to deal with everything that was going south lately, he took a long shower and didn't bother to do much before flopping into bed next to you. You were already asleep but stirred awake when he nuzzled into your side like a needy cat. The rougher feeling of his cheek scratches against your shoulder, being slightly confused for a moment when you feel his stubble.

"Sorry, sweetheart," He whispers until he eventually settles comfortably next to you, not scratching his rough cheek against your soft skin anymore. He must've recognised your light discomfort, although you don't seem to mind it as much now.

"What do you mean you like it— woman, you are strange." Is what he says once you tell him about your love to his stubble, making him confused in return. First, he wants to shave it off in the following morning, but you convinced him otherwise.

He keeps the stubble for a few more days, deciding to humor you for now. You love it, the stubble makes him look a little rougher, a bit more mature in a way, probably a bit more dangerous as well.

⁛ DICK GRAYSON

He was simply too lazy to take care of it, being too caught up in work during the week. It ends up in him growing a light stubble, hair also grown out already. In his eyes, it looks acceptable for now.

Okay, maybe he was a little concerned about your opinion when he finally gets to see you again after a month, being ong distance. But when he steps through your door and gets wrapped into a big hug, his worries fly away immediately.

The rather rugged look suits him well, almost too well in your opinion. And you make sure he notices your obvious love towards his stubble.

But, one evening, he realises he looks too much like Bruce that way. Oh god, he is spiraling.

Dick immediately tries to shave it off, but you manage to soothe him and convince him otherwise. It takes a few stern scoldings, but he eventually oblidges.

You shower him with compliments and honest thoughts about how you feel about the stubble, which makes him melt in return. He ends up loving it again too, but mostly because it seems to make you happy.

⁛ JASON TODD

Jason doesn't really care about his facial too much. It happens quite often that he grows a stubble. It doesn't bother and he doesn't notice it happens most of the time.

But what he does notice, is when you stare at him more often and seem to be more clingy.

And he figures it out quickly.

"seriously? what next, you tell me you love porn staches?", but he secretly loves the positive effect it has on you. Jason just keeps the stubble for a little longer before he shaves it off again, starting the whole process from the beginning just to see you melt because of some facial hair.

As he is, he tends to tease you more with it by nuzzling his cheek against your silky skin or rubbing it softly against your shoulder from behind. He enjoys how you shiver each time.

(You don't tell him he looks a lot like Bruce, knowing he'd hate it and never wear it again.)

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