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[merrigel]

Howdy twitter folks

[tonyspank]

DO NOT INHALE

Warnings: spells, fluff, soft wednesday (anymore?? idk tell me)

Summary: That wasn’t meant for Wednesday.

A/N: This was based off a request in my inbox. Non, I hope you enjoy! Also, why is writing dialogue for Wednesday so hard? Lmao

Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader

Being a magic user was fun, even if you didn't know much about it. You could make things move with a wave of your hand, or create a barrier to block incoming attacks. But with great power came great responsibility - it was up to you to use your magic responsibly and for good. That good including helping your girlfriend's best friend with her obvious crush on Ajax.

You were determined to help her, even if it meant you had to use your magic to do it. You knew it was a risk, but the reward would be worth it. "So, how do I use this?" Enid asks as you hand her the glass bottle.

"Just throw it on the ground of his dorm room. Only one person should be present in the room when you do. Then, stand back and wait for the magic to take effect." Enid takes the bottle and nods. "So when he inhales this...air? He'll—"

"He'll express his true thoughts to you," You say, cutting her off. Enid smiles before engulfing you into a tight hug. Enid pulls away and looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

You then say, "It'll be like he can't help himself. You'll find out what he really thinks about you." She grins and nods, then takes a step back. "Thank you so much, Y/N!" Enid tries to pull you into another hug but you stop her. "That's enough hugs for today."

She laughs, taking a step back. "You and Wednesday are so alike." You give her a smirk and take a step back. "I'll see you later." You turn and walk away, Enid places down the bottle on Wednesday's nightstand before following you out of her dorm.

Wednesday walks into her dorm, Thing jumps from her shoulder, and makes his way onto her desk. Wednesday begins to unpack her belongings, her eyes snaping to the sound of glass breaking. Wednesday looks around to find Thing had knocked over a glass bottle, shards of glass spread across the ground.

Thing begins to tap his fingers onto the desk, apologizing to Wednesday. Wednesday's blank face barley softens, "Relax." Is all she says before she kneels down and kneels over the glass, picking up the shards and throwing them away.

When Enid arrives back to the dorm, her eyes widen at the fact the bottle is gone. Her gothroommate greets her as she continues to typing on her typewriter. Enid stares at her in disbelief, "Uh...Wednesday? What happened to the bottle on your desk?"

Wednesday stops typing and looks at her, "Thing broke it, so I threw it away." She goes back to typing, oblivious to Enid's shocked expression. Enid stands there, stunned. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "I'm so screwed," she mumbles before walking away.

It's now morning time, you're outside of Wednesday's and Enid's door, only to be knocked aside by Enid rushing out. "Hi, Y/N. Bye, Y/N." She says quickly, rushing down the hallway. You were taken aback by Enid's suddenness, watching the girl as your eyes squinted in curiosity.

Wednesday had been standing in the doorway, watching the exchange with a smirk. "That's not anything new with Enid." She says, staring at you, a small smirk apparent on her upper lip.

"Seems like you're in a good mood, Cara Mia." You softly say to the dark-haired girl in front of you. Wednesday's smirk broadened as she stepped closer to you and let out a laugh at her reply. "And it seems like you hit your head this morning, Amore mio." she said, her voice low and melodic. She then leaned close and placed a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips.

You felt your heart leap and your cheeks heat up. You were too stunned to say a word, so you just stood there, looking into her eyes. She smirked again, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before she stepped back and walked away. You were left standing there, feeling a mixture of confusion and excitement. Wednesday was never one to initiate contact, normally you were the one greeting her with a kiss.

You watched her leave, still in shock. You weren't sure what to make of the situation, but you couldn't deny the thrill of it all. She had always been a mystery, and you couldn't help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You followed after the girl, staring her at her for a few moments before staring at the path ahead of the two of you.

When you arrived at class, Wednesday walked straight past her normal seat next to Xavier and she followed you. Xavier watched her go, a look of confusion on his face. As Wednesday took Enid's face, you furrowed your eyebrows.

Wednesday settled into her seat, her eyes never leaving yours. You could feel Xavier's gaze on the both of you, but you didn't look at him. Instead, you let the tension linger in the air. "Mi amor..." You begin whispering, "Enid's going to be upset if she has to sit next to Xavier."

"Let her be upset. I would rather be next to you." You give a small smile, feeling the warmth of Wednesday's hand on yours. Xavier stares daggers at both of you, but you don't break eye contact with Wednesday. Soon Enid walks into the classroom, noticing Wednesday sitting next to you, the only open seat being beside Xavier.

She closes her eyes for a moment before sitting down with Xavier. He opens his mouth to speak but Enid interrupts him, "Please don't make this anymore painful than it has to be." Xavier sighs and closes his mouth, sparing another glance at you and Wednesday.

You were very confused. Wednesday's hand was interlaced with yours while she rested her head on the other, staring at you, and taking in every single feature of your face.

"You look good today. Your appearance, though not conventionally charming, possesses a certain allure that is undeniably captivating." You felt your cheeks flush, and you couldn't look away. You felt yourself becoming more aware of her presence, and you felt an indescribable sensation pass through your body.

"Thank you, Cara Mia. You always know how to flatter me." She smirked and slowly moved closer. Her eyes pierced into yours, and you felt a rush of energy fill your body. "Flattery is an art, and I've always believed in being honest, even when it comes to praising appearances. Your unconventional features, framed by the veil of mystery you wear, hold a fascination that's difficult to ignore. It's refreshing to encounter someone who embraces their own peculiarities."

"Hm...?" You hummed out a bit. You felt the heat of her gaze as you looked back, mesmerized. She leaned closer until her lips were only inches away from yours and whispered, "Do you understand now?"

You nodded slowly, your heart racing. She leans back, focusing her attention on the front of the classroom. A small smirk curled at the corner of her lips while you were left in a daze, feeling the warmth of her presence even after she had turned away.

"Enid." You mumble to yourself.

After class was over, Wednesday wrapped an arm around yours. You looked up at Wednesday with wide eyes. She looked back at you, her black eyes twinkling. You felt the warmth of her arm around yours and the two of you walked away together. It felt nice to know this was apart of Wednesday's true feelings for you. But you didn't want to find this out by a stupid spell you had casted to help Enid.

You had to find a way to break the spell and make Wednesday's feelings go away, even if you truly wanted to enjoy this moment and savor the feeling of being cared for. "Enid." You sternly call out.

She pauses her movements, standing still in the hallway, before turning around and rushing to you. "I am so sorry! It was an accident." She rushes out. You roll your eyes in response. "Wednesday, I would like to talk to your roommate... alone."

Wednesday looks up at you, "I'd prefer to stay close to you." You raise an eyebrow at the girl, staring her down. "Wednesday," you say firmly, "I can handle this. I need to speak with your roommate alone." Wednesday reluctantly nods and backs away, her eyes still on you.

You take a deep breath and turn to her roommate. "How?" You ask, staring into Enid's eyes. The girl lets out a loud breath, "She told me Thing knocked it over!" You take another deep breath and try to process the information. You look around the hallway, people making their way to their next class.

"You will never get another love spell from me again, Enid." You take a step back and turn away from her. Enid stares after you, her eyes wide and her mouth open. You don't look back as you walk away, determined to break this love spell on Wednesday.

You hear Enid call out to you, but you ignore her. You grab Wednesday's hand and drag her to the library. "Well, this is an unexpected detour, isn't it? A secluded room, away from prying eyes and mundane distractions. I must admit, your choice of location is... intriguing." Wednesday says, taking a step forward.

You ignore the girl, browsing through the shelves of the library. You stop when you reach the spell book you needed, flipping through the pages before you find the spell you were looking for. Wednesday watches you, a very small furrow in her eyebrows. You twirl your finger around a bit, a green aura trailing from it before you flick it at Wednesday.

Wednesday gasps as the spell takes effect, her eyes widening in surprise. Wednesday looks around, blinking completely oblivious to the spell she has been under for the past couple of hours. Suddenly, she remembers the events of the past few hours and looks around in confusion. She can't believe she had been under a spell all that time. She shakes her head, trying to make sense of what happened.

She then narrows her eyes at you, a mix of suspicion and annoyance evident in her gaze. "What have you done, and more importantly, why? Is this some twisted attempt to manipulate my feelings?" You take a deep breath, "You know I'd never do that, Cara Mia...that spell wasn't meant for you."

She stares at you for a moment before the tension in her shoulders lessens. "Then who?" You place the spell book on a nearby table, stepping closer to Wednesday. "Enid. I wanted to help her with Ajax, but it seems Thing knocked over the bottle that contained the spell."

She looks away, her expression unreadable. You reach out, placing a hand on her cheek. "I must admit that I enjoyed you under that spell." Wednesday's gaze snaps to yours, her eyes widening. Her eyes glance at your lips and then back at your eyes. "Why does it feel as if I'm still under your spell?" You smile and brush your thumb across her cheek.

"Perhaps it's not a spell, Wednesday. Perhaps it's something more, something real. And as unconventional as it may be, I find myself entangled in the very same enchantment." You admit, your voice gentle and sincere as you gaze into her dark eyes.

A small, genuine smile tugs at her lips. "Enchantment, you say? Well, I suppose even a creature of the shadows like myself can succumb to the allure of something as perplexing as love."

You let out a small laugh, "Love has a way of finding its way into even the darkest corners of our souls. And I, for one, am grateful to have found it with you, Wednesday." Wednesday finds herself leaning in, her eyes trained on your lips.

You close the gap between you, your lips melding together in a gentle kiss. You feel Wednesday's love wash over you as you deepen the kiss, and you are filled with a warmth that you never thought possible. You slowly pull away, your eyes locked on hers and your hearts beating in unison.

A love potion was not needed, you thought to yourself. You had both found love in each other without any help. Even if Wednesday didn't show her love for you publicly, you knew deep down, you could feel it. She was your person and you were hers. Nothing would ever change that.

[libraryofgage]

A Place Like Steve in a Boy Like This (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two (you're here!) Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) (I also have plans for this one actually they just need to simmer a little lmao)

Hi welcome back to my Mummy Crossover where Steve's parents are Rick and Evelyn O'Connell this took forever bcuz the words didn't want to word correctly lmao

Anyway, here we are! Some interactions, some more insight on all of Steve's talents, a teensy bit of chaos killed before it could flourish. What more could you want?

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"Breathe in."

Steve slowly inhales, keeping his chest and arms steady.

"Now pull as you breathe out."

Steve steadily exhales, squeezing the trigger as he does, and feeling the gun kick in his hand. Several yards away, a tin can that's little more than a speck in the distance topples to the ground.

Before Steve can realize his aim was good, the gun is plucked from his hand and he's lifted into the air. Weightlessness overwhelms him, and he shrieks with delight as he falls back into his father's arms. "That's my boy!" his father says, tossing him into the air again.

"Oh, do be careful, Rick. He broke an arm the last time you threw him around like that," Steve's mother says, a proud smile tugging at her lips despite her words.

Steve finds himself safely held in his father's arms a second later, his heart racing and his breaths short from exhilaration. "Again! Again!" he shouts, looking up at his father hopefully.

"Sorry, kiddo, you heard your mother," his father says, messing up Steve's hair before lifting him onto his shoulders. Steve grips his father's hair tightly, grinning as his father jogs over to the tin can. "You'll be able to shoot running in no time."

"Am I gonna be as good as you?" Steve asks, leaning over his father's head. "How long will that take?"

"You'll be better than me, Steve. It'll take a few years, though. At least one hundred."

"One hundred?! I'm gonna be bones by then! Dust and bones!"

"Nah, you'll be fine," his father says, waving his hand dismissively.

"I'll be dead!"

"In my experience, the dead don't make a habit of staying that way."

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, pinching his father's cheeks and tugging on them until he laughs, grabs Steve's hand, and playfully bites his fingers. Steve shrieks again, laughing as he tugs his hand away and yanks on a few strands of his father's hair for revenge.

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Steve, Max, and Eddie get discharged within days of each other, and even though Steve was expecting his house to be invaded by his friends, he still finds himself wishing he'd had a few more days with his parents before everyone showed up and started interrogating him. In fact, he almost considers ignoring the doorbell when it rings the day after Max is discharged.

"Steve!" Rick shouts, his voice carrying all the way from his carefully maintained weapons room. "Can you get that?"

"Can't put it off any longer," Robin says, grinning at him from her spot on the couch. She stretches out her leg and nudges Steve's thigh, urging him to get up.

He sighs, pushing himself off the couch and grimacing at the slight tug on his sides. "Got it," he calls back, walking to the door and bracing himself before opening it.

The porch is packed with his friends, Dustin and Eddie at the very front. "Finally!" Dustin says, pushing past Steve to get into the house.

Everyone else streams in after him, and Steve ends up just holding the door. "Yeah, welcome in, make yourselves at home, thanks so much for calling before showing up," he mutters, closing the door after the final person, Will, has walked inside.

He follows after them, relieved they filter into the living room instead of heading to the kitchen. Uncle Jonathan has been in there all day, trying his hand at a new gin brewing technique that makes Steve's head spin just thinking about it.

Steve flops onto the couch next to Robin, dropping his head onto her shoulder. Dustin looks ready to speak, and Steve is ready to pretend he's listening, when his mother walks into the room. She looks around with a concerned frown, her fingers covering her mouth and tapping against her lips. "Steve," she says, her voice slightly distracted, "dónde está el machete de tu papá?"

"En el garaje," he replies, waving off her thanks.

"You speak Spanish?" Max asks, glancing at Evelyn as she walks past her to reach the garage.

"I speak several languages," Steve tells her. He feels the couch shift next to him and looks over to see Will scooting over to make room for Eddie. "Spanish, Hebrew, Arabic, Egyptian, French, Greek, a little Urdu, but that one is rusty."

"Holy shit," Mike says, staring at Steve like he's shapeshifted into an alien, "you're smart?!"

"Wait, is that how you guys cracked the Russian code so quickly?" Dustin asks. "Why did you make Robin learn Russian if you already knew it?"

"I didn't make Robin do anything. She started learning while I called a guy I know who can speak Russian. He only managed to get back to me the same day Robin got the whole thing translated."

"You know a guy who can speak Russian?" Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow at Steve when he glances over.

Steve shrugs. "I know a lot of guys who know a lot of things. I met all of them while traveling with my parents," he explains.

"Where have you been?" Will asks.

"Every continent except Antarctica. More places than I can count, actually."

"Why did you travel so much?" El asks, her gaze drifting toward the mantle where several of his mother's souvenirs are carefully arranged. "Did those come from your travels?"

"I followed my parents while they worked until high school. And yeah, those are souvenirs, you can pick them up, but be careful."

As though the lack of permission was the only thing holding her back, Max jumps up and hurries over to the mantle, pulling down a small jar and turning it over in her hands. Its lid is shaped like the head of Anubis, and Steve is just realizing what she's picked up when his father walks into the room.

Rick stops, stares at the jar in Max's hand, and then marches over to her, a man on a mission. He swipes the jar, ignoring Max's shout in protest, and looks it over carefully. His expression becomes disbelieving, fond, and annoyed all at once. "Evie!" he shouts, turning around and about to go looking for her when she appears in the doorway.

"No need to shout, dear, I was just in the other room," she says, smiling until she sees the jar he's holding.

Her expression says it all, but Rick still holds the jar up, smiles sweetly at her, and asks lightly, "Evie, darling, is this what I think it is?"

"Well," Evelyn says, rolling her shoulders back in a way that tells Steve they're about to argue. And then start kissing like nobody's around. "It very well might be."

"What is it?" Dustin asks, sliding closer to get a better look at the jar when Rick holds it higher.

"Really, Evie? Did you forget the part where these things are cursed? Did you completely forget what happened to the Americans who touched these?"

"Aren't you American?" Max asks.

"And aren't you touching it?" Erica adds.

"It's certainly not cursed anymore," Evelyn says, walking over and easily plucking the jar from Rick's hands. She looks it over, idly brushing off some of the dust. "Imhotep is thoroughly dead. You made sure of that, dear."

"I'm sorry, did she say cursed?" Mike asks.

"Yes," El says.

As Evelyn and Rick stare each other down, Steve sighs and drops his head on the back of the couch. "It's a jar used in ancient Egypt to store the organs of mummies. That one specifically belonged to Imhotep, a mummy with a curse. He ate people and tried to sacrifice my mom to bring his girlfriend back and killed a bunch of Americans in the process. But Mom and Dad defeated him, like, twice and he hasn't been a problem since, so Mom is pretty sure he's gone for good now."

"There is no way any of that is true," Max says, huffing as Rick takes the jar back before Evelyn can even think of letting Max look at it again. "I mean, seriously? Mummies?"

"Oh, inter-dimensional monsters are perfectly believable, but mummies are a step too far?" Steve asks.

"Inter-dimensional monsters?" Evelyn asks, whirling around on Steve and placing her hands on her hips.

"So that's where he gets it from," Eddie says, his voice soft and more than a little amused.

Before Steve can comment on that (or try to kick Eddie from where he's sitting on the couch), his father moves to stand next to his mother, arms crossed over his chest with a stern look and still holding the jar. "Wanna share with the class, kid?" he asks.

Steve grimaces, knowing that tone of voice and sinking a little lower on the couch. "Not really, no. Most of the class is already in the loop."

"Humor us," his mother says, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

"Gee," Erica says, shifting closer to the doorway, "I'm suddenly feeling pretty hungry. Anyone else wanna go loot the kitchen?"

"I'm in," Max says, hurrying across the room in long strides.

"So are we," Mike adds, grabbing Will's hand and dragging him along before he can get caught up in whatever shit storm might occur. Lucas quickly follows after, flashing an apologetic smile at Steve once he's behind Evelyn and Rick.

They've all disappeared before Steve can warn them about Jonathan's gin experiments, but he figures they deserve to have their nostrils burned from the smell for abandoning him.

Only Steve, Robin, Eddie, Dustin, and El are left with Steve's parents frowning and looking at them expectantly. Steve manages to hold out under their stare for a few seconds before he sighs, sits up straight, and waves for them to sit in the loveseat perpendicular to the couch.

Once they're settled, he glances at Dustin, gets a shrug in return, and rolls his eyes. Robin places a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention to flash a grin and say, "Good luck, dingus. Just know I'll be thoroughly entertained by the end of this."

"Gee. Thanks."

Eddie snorts, settles back into the couch, and helpfully offers, "I mean, it can't be worse than being the main course of a demobat feast, right?"

"Oh, I assure you," Evelyn says, her eyes narrowing, "it certainly can."

"Oh, damn," Eddie says, shaking his head, "What do you want on your tombstone, Stevie?"

Steve rolls his eyes as Robin laughs and high-fives Eddie. He ignores them for now, secretly grateful for the lighter feeling in his chest that their joking has given him, and looks at his parents. "I guess it started with Will's disappearance."

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[ambassadorarlert]

toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

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[crushculture03]

Ok I have a request idea. It’s the readers first time meeting Mattys Mom/family. It’s like Christmas or something. It’s all cute and then they fuck in Matty’s childhood bedroom lmao

Family Christmas

Summary : You go over to Mattys childhood home for Christmas, and finally get to meet his family. And also mess around a bit in his old bedroom

Paring : Matty Healy x afab! reader

Warnings : Smut, alcohol mention?, meeting the family.

Notes: This is such an adorable idea! i hope i did you proud anon!

"Matty, are you sure it'll be ok? I don't want to intrude on your family christmas" you say as matty packs both his and your suitcases in the trunk of his car. "Baby I'm positive, plus my mum is dying to meet you" he says, before slamming the trunk door shut. "Ok" you whisper, before slipping into the passenger seat. Matty quickly hops into the drivers seat and starts the car, before pulling out of the driveway.

You spend most of the car ride looking out the window, too much in your own head to talk to matty.

His hand being placed on your thigh is what snaps you out of your thoughts. "Y/n, baby it'll be ok I promise" matty says, trying his best to calm your nerves. "I know, but what if they don't like me?" you say, and turn to face him. "Baby they're going to love you, my mum couldn't stop telling me how excited she is for you to join us" Matty says, looking over at you quickly before focusing back on the road. "Ok, Sorry about all this, its just I've never met the family before so this is big '' you say, "I know baby, it'll be fun though I promise" he says, gently squeezing your thigh to comfort you.

After about an hour, you both arrived at his childhood home. "Wow this is beautiful" you say, as you admire the old victorian style home, "Isn't it? I always loved it when I was a kid, I'm excited to show you around!" he says, as he puts the car in park and turns it off. He turns to face you, the smile never leaving his face as he sees how excited you are to be there. "Ready to head inside?" he asks, "Ready as I'll ever be" you respond, before both of you get out of the car.

Matty grabbed both of your bags out of the trunk, while you carried the bag of presents, and the two of you walked up the gravel path to the front door. Matty carefully set the bags down and knocked on the door. You heard a voice shout "coming!" from inside the house, and a second later the door swung open to reveal his mom. "Hello My dears! Happy you made it here safe!" Denise said, before pulling her oldest son into a hug. Once she pulled away from Matty, her eyes met yours. "Ah you must be Y/N, wow matty she's even prettier in person!" she says, which causes you to blush. "It's a pleasure to meet you" you say, "You too dear! I'm so happy you were able to join us" Denise said, as she sent a warm smile your way, you could tell she wanted to hug you but couldn't since you had the bag of presents in your hand. "Now come inside before you freeze! I'll make some tea for you both while you settle in" she says, quickly ushering you both into the warm house.

" I'll show us to our room" Matty says, and you quickly follow him up the staircase. He opens the door to his childhood bedroom, and you smile as you take in the old decor. "Wow" you say, your eyes slowly scanning all the old rock poster he had hung up on the walls. "What?" he asks, "You were definitely a nerd for rock and roll weren't you healy" you tease, before placing the bag of present down on the floor. Matty looks over at you with a fake hurt expression, "Hey! Am not" he says, causing you to chuckle. "Are too" you say back, laughing at the childish exchange you guys are having.

Before you know it he's tackling you onto his bed, his hands going to your sides to tickle you. You giggle and squirm as he continues his tickle assault on you, "Ma-matty stop" you giggle, "Not until you apologize and say I'm the sexist man alive" he teases. You roll your eyes at him, "F-fine I'm sorry" you say as best as you can, while still being tickled. "Thank you baby but you're missing the last part" he says, you roll you eyes again and say "You're the sexist man alive", and with that he stops tickling you. "Glad you finally admitted it" he teases, still hovering over you on his bed, "You're so full of yourself Healy" you joke as you look up at your boyfriend. "Yeah but you love when you're full of m-" he says but you cut him off, "Matty!" you scold, your face going bright red at what he was about say. "What it's true" he says, before leaning down and kissing you. "Come on we should probably head downstairs before your mom thinks we're having sex" you joke, gently pushing him off of you and getting up from the bed. You reach you hand out for him to take, which he does, and the two of you make it back downstairs and to the kitchen where you see Denise preparing the tea.

"Oh Y/N, now that you don't have a bag in your hand I can finally give you a hug" she says, before wiping her hands on a towel and pulling you into a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you were able to join us" she whispers in your ear, which causes you to smile. "Thank you for inviting me" you say as you both pull away from the hug. "Of course! You're part of the family now Y/N, you're always welcome here" Denise says, before going back over to finish preparing the tea.

"See I told you she'd love you" Matty whispers in your ear, as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. "But not as much as I love you of course" he says, before kissing your cheek, you smile and turn your head just enough so you could place a quick kiss on his lips. "I love you too" you whisper as you pull away from the kiss and smile.

After dinner, the four of you, the fourth being Lincoln, Denise's husband, who arrived a little before dinner, decided it would be a good idea to call it a night since tomorrow was going to be a busy day. "Good night My dears! Sleep well" Denise says as she gives both you and matty a kiss on the check and a hug goodnight. "Goodnight" you both say in response, before heading back to Mattys room. The two of quickly get changed into your Pajamas, before cuddling up in Mattys old bed and falling asleep.

The next day you were woken up by the familiar smell of bacon, you were about to elbow matty awake, but realized he wasn't beside you anymore. You quickly got out of bed and got dressed, before making your way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning my love" matty says in a sing songy voice, as he walks up to you and kisses your cheek. "Goodmorning baby" you whisper, "I hope you're hungry dear because we have a full breakfast" Denise says from behind Matty. "I'm starving and everything looks and smells delicious" you say as you look at the array of breakfast foods on the kitchen counter.

After breakfast, you and matty spent the rest of the afternoon helping Denise cook and decorate for dinner tonight. "You know you're my favoirte of all of mattys girlfriends" Denise says as you both scoop out cookie dough onto sheet pans. You blush at her compliments "You're too sweet" you say, "I mean it, I've never seen him this happy before" she says, before placing her completed cookie sheet, as well as yours, into the oven. "I've never been this happy before" you say as a smile forms on your face, "He's my bestfriend and my boyfriend, what more could I ask for? I mean I never knew love like this could exist till I met him" you finish. "Aww young love" Denise coos as she pulls you into a quick hug, "I'll clean up here if you wanna go find Matty" she says as she picks up the dishes, "No, let me help, after all I did make half of this mess" you joke, but Denise shakes her head "I insist dear go find Matthew" she chuckles as she nudges you out of the kitchen.

You make you way up the stairs, knowing you'll probably find matty in his room. And sure enough as soon as you get to the top step you hear the soft strumming of his guitar coming from his childhood bedroom. You slowly make your way to his room and carefully open the door. "Beautiful as always" you say as you lean against the door frame. Matty stops playing, and turns to face you, "Why thank you my love" he says and places his guitar down, before walking up to you. "Did you have fun baking cookies with my mum?" he asks, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you closer. "Yeah it was alot of fun" you say, and reach up to brush a few stray curls from his forehead. "I'm excited to meet your brother and the rest of your family tonight" you say, "Me too, it's going to be fun but you let me know if they ever get too overwhelming ok?" he says, you nod your head before he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

It was now late in the evening, the events of the night were already underway. Most of mattys immediate and extended family was stuffed inside the house, all ready to celebrate the holiday together. For you however, it was hard to focus on what was going on at the party, because you couldn't stop staring at your boyfriend, who looked incredibly stunning.

You watched from afar as he effortlessly conversed with one of his cousins. You felt your heart speed up as he made eye contact with you, quickly sending a wink in your direction, before going back to the conversation. You don't know what had come over you that evening, maybe it was the wine you had been drinking or maybe it was just matty, but every bone in your body wanted him, no needed him.

You decided to slip away from the living room and make your way up to his bedroom, hoping that maybe not seeing him would help you cool down just enough so you could return back to the party. But as you laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling which was littered with tiny glow and the dark stars, you couldn't help but imagine all the things you wanted him to do to you in that moment.

Just as you were about to slip your hand under the waist band of you skirt, you heard the door open. You quickly pulled your hand away and sat up to see who was there, "Matty?" you say, recognizing the familiar silhouette. "Hey baby" he says, the words roll of his tongue effortlessly, making the urge to squeeze your thighs together for relief even stronger. "Wh-what are you doing up here?" you ask as you see him gently close and lock the door behind him before walking over to his bed. "Well I went to go see if you were ok, I saw you slip away upstairs and came to check on you. Now i see you were ok, just horny" he teases. You blush furiously as you realize you have been caught "How can I not when you look like that" you say, motioning towards him. He chuckles lowly, before kicking off his shoes and hovering over you on the bed. "I do look pretty hot don't i?" he says, gently pushing you back down on the bed. You roll your eyes and giggle "Way to ruin the moment Healy" you tease. He smirks at you and slowly runs his hand up your thigh, stopping it right over your soaked panties. "Mm your body says otherwise baby" he whispers and slowly applies pressure to your clothed core, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"Shh baby don't want anyone to hear how good I make you feel" he says, before hooking his fingers in the elastic of your underwear and slowly pulling them down your legs. You gasp as the cold air hits your naked core, "Please matty" you whisper, desperate for his touch. "What do you want baby?" he whispers, slowly placing hot open mouth kisses to your neck. "You" you whimper as you feel his hand make its way back up to your core. He chuckles lowly "you want my cock darling? Is that it" he teases, as his finger slowly rubs circles on your clit. You have to bite your lip to hold back your moans. "What me to fuck you like the slut you are baby? My familys down stairs and you're up here just begging to be fucked" he taunts. "Please matty, I need you" you beg, your hands reach out and unbuckle his belt. He watches as you slowly unzip his black dress pants, and groans when he feels you palm him over his boxers. "You got a condom?" you ask, desperate to have more than his fingers inside of you. He quickly removes his fingers from you and gets off the bed in search for a condom.

After finding one in his old sock drawer he comes back to you. He slowly pulls his boxers down just enough to reveal himself to you. You watch closely as he gently rolls the condom on himself and goes back to hovering over you. "Remember be quiet baby" he whispers, before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly pushing in. He captures your lips in his, swallowing your moans as he quickly sinks deeper inside of you. He gives you a minute to adjust before gently rocking his hips back and forth. Your fingers find their way to his curls and quickly tug on them as you hold back your moans.

"You take me so well baby" he whispers in your ear, as he speeds up his thrusts. "Matty" you moan, not being able to hold it back as you feel him hit a deeper spot inside of you. One of his hands makes its way up to your neck and applies a bit of pressure "Shh or they're hear baby" he scolds. The  pressure on your neck and the way his cock is continuously hitting the sweet spot inside of you begins to become to much, causing you to feel the familiar tenison build in your stomach.

Matty catches you by surprise, when he flips you guys over, his back now on the bed and you straddling his lap. After a second to adjust to the new position, you quickly rock your hips back and forth, having to hold onto his chest for support as the pleasure begins to become to much.

All it takes to make you finish is matty to thrusting up into you every time you rock your hips forward. You collapse onto his chest as your orgasm washes over you. You feel him thrust into you a few times more before he stalls inside of you. You look up at him and send him a dopey grin "I love you" you whisper, before you lean up and place a kiss on his lips. "I love you too" he says, before gently helping you off of him. He places you down on the bed, before getting up and disposing of the condom.

"We should probably head back down before people come to look for us" you say, carefully getting off the bed and going to retrieve your underwear. "If they ask us where we went i'll just say how needy you were for my co-" but you elbow him before he can finish. "If you say that I'll punch you" you joke, as you fix the collar of his shirt, so it doesn't look like you just had sex. "Aw come on you love me" he teases, "True, but would rather not have your family know about our sex lives" you joke, as you go to fix your hair and outfit in the mirror. "Come on lets head downstairs" you say, as you grab his hand and lead both of you out the door and back down to the party . Everyone had been so drunk or distracted that they didn't even notice that you both had been gone for 15 minutes, and that there was a hickey forming on your neck.

[technaart]

Can we keep them?

Characters: Zhongli, Tighnari, Diluc, Ayato Request: what about Genshin S/Os reacting to you bringing home a stray animal. Genre: Fluff gn!reader A/N: To the person who requested this, I struggled with the poly request so opted for your second one! Fun fact - I only wished for Ayato because he has Gohan's Eng Va lmao

Zhongli was sitting back, book in hand peacefully reading. It's a surprise when you throw open the front door, slamming it shut in haste. It gave him the impression that something could be wrong, or that you could be mad.

Book forgotten, he was already on his feet when you stood before him with leaves and sticks trapped into your hair, a small scratch on your cheeks, and dirt on your clothing. It looked like you went rolling in a patch of bushes.

"Dear, are you -"

He is stopped short by a small meow that came from your crossed arms. It was enough to get his attention to see the little black and white kitten that stared up at him with big, round eyes.

"Can we keep him?"

You looked up at him with the same big round eyes and a kissable pout on your lips. Silently pleading with him to say yes, and deep down you knew he would.

Zhongli exhaled slowly, already knowing his answer. "If that is what you wish,"

He can never say no to you.

Tighnari can and will say no to you.

You stood there smiling like an adorable idiot looking like you just got in a scuffle with 20 Rishboland Tigers when in fact it was just one baby tiger.

The cub was held up for him to see, the cat bearing its teeth at Tighnari and he immediately shook his head quickly before any words can leave him.

"There is no way that is staying here, take it back. Now." He said sternly, arms crossed over his chest.

He did his best to ignore the mischievousness shining in your eyes or the pout you gave him that he sometimes fell for. Tighnari sighed, once again shaking his head.

"Its mother will be looking for them, it'll be dangerous for everyone if that happens." His words were soft as he spoke, talking some sense into you.

You cannot have a Rashboland Tiger for a pet.

No.

"A dog?"

You stood at the entrance of the Dawn Winery, a cherry grin plastered on your face. Standing next to you at your feet was a blond, fluffy-haired dog with an equally happy look.

"Can we keep her, Diluc? She'll fit in with us perfectly!" you bend down and hug the dog to you.

He can see the dog had some training, as she sat there with a small bark while you hugged her. Both starring up at him, waiting for an answer.

Well, it couldn't be so bad.

"Alright, she can stay here." He sighed, lips tugging upward at the happy laugh that bubbled out of you, already giving the dog a name and listing off everything you wanted to buy for her.

D/N ended up being a content, spoiled dog. Even Diluc would sneak her some treats when he wasn't supposed to.

Ayato let out a small, soundless sigh as he finished his current work. He couldn't say he was almost done, because they're will be more on his desk by the morning. He was thinking about the options of working a little longer when the sound of your laughter mixed in with Ayaka and Thoma caught his attention.

Now that he thinks about it, Ayato is sure he hasn't seen you since this morning. He couldn't leave it that way, so he stood up and followed the happy sounds to an amusing sight.

You and Ayaka laughed while an orange cat kicked Thoma's hands with its hind legs. The both of you cooing about how cute the cat is and all he can hear from Thoma is "ow, ow, ow".

Ayaka glanced up, eyes sparkiling. "Oh, brother! You're finished with your work?"

"For the night, yes." He replied, joining the trio.

The cat, curious of the newcomer went right up to Ayato, sniffing his legs before nudging its head against them. The cat was cute.

"I found him on my walk today with Thoma," You start, smiling at the adorable sight of Ayato with a cat. You wished you had a Kamera to take a picture of it. I was going to ask if it's okay if we keep him?"

Ayato picks up the orange cat, holding him up so that he can see it. The cat meowed at him to be healed properly, so he did so. Ayato nods his head as the orange cat moves into an awkward position - for Ayato - to fall asleep in.

"That'll be fine. You'll have to go out and buy the necessary things for him." He replied, then smiled at the excited talk between you and Ayaka.

He knows you get lonely sometimes with his overworking. A pet would do good for you, and even his sister and friend. There was no reason for him to deny his family.

[topaz-witch-tea]

hello! First of all, thank you for creating the Yanqing's Happy Family AU! I'm kind of obsessed with it, ngl, it's like, they're soooo cute!!!

Anyway, do you have any HC of when Yanqing doing his first mission as a Cloud Knight? In my head I always thought of the dads as the kind of parent that would secretly follow (*cough*stalk*cough*) their kid on their very first errand to the market, and the thought of that happening here is hilarious lmao🥰🥰

Then again, I just love all HC of the dads being protective of Yanqing in general, like maybe from an assassination attempt? It'll make a good angst :D

Thank you!!! They are super cute!!!❤️

They are very protective of Yanqing and I do have an assassination attempt on that is in the works. Still at the brainstorming phase thought so it'll be a while before it is written.

I wasn't sure which kind of mission you wanted so I provided 2 different ones. I love them being protective but anxious dads. Feel free to send more asks!!!

Supervised Mission

Up until he was 13, Yanqing's missions were always supervised by Jing Yuan or Jingliu. While the Xianzhou Alliance at heart was always at war, they did not have it in them to send Yanqing out on his own regardless of his skill. For those who stay behind, they are a bundle of nerves that grow more frantic each day. The battlefield is unpredictable and their little bird is so young and little. They could not bear it if his wings were clipped too early.

Even during supervised missions, there were always constant calls and follow-ups. Jing Yuan was always strict about not missing personal relationships with work, especially since it could lead to talks of Yanqing only achieving his position through nepotism. However, he would give constant updates and was only on the lookout for Yanqing's well-being. While he would sit back so his son could learn, any opponent that targeted his son would be quickly killed by Lightning Lord.

Jingliu, on the other hand, does not coddle Yanqing on missions. Coddling would only harm him and it is best he learn about the battlefield in a controlled environment. it was also why she refused to let the others join any mission Yanqing was on with the exception of Jing Yuan. Jingliu blocks the others before a mission due to their constant questions. One would think Dan Feng is the worst, but it's actually Yingxing. Dan Feng texts constantly at the beginning but will stop after a couple of hours. Yingxing sends a text every hour on the dot. "You guys are annoying. He's fine, if he wasn't I would text you."- JIngliu

First Solo Mission

A full-fledged assault by the Denizens of Abundance on a planetary system was met with the combined might of all six ships. Due to the scale of the battle and the need for all available personnel to be on the frontline, Yanqing's first solo mission on the battlefield was as reinforcements against the Windguard mecha beasts. At the same time, other members of his family were sent to different battles as well, leaving them unable to reach him.

Dan Feng, who was stationed on a water-filled planet due to his powers, was absolutely ferocious in battle. He cut through enemies without mercy. To him, the more they died, the less they were threats to his child. He also was extremely angry at being so far away and had no qualms about using his power to the fullest extent to end the battle quickly. The sooner he returned, the sooner he could see his child and tend to injuries. He could not find it in him to look at updates for Yanqing's battalion but he assumed if no messenger came, then his son was okay. "I need all of you to quickly die so I can go home and see my family."- Dan Feng after drowning a third of the enemy forces

Yingxing, despite being the most composed when it came to Yanqing, was filled with worry. He double, tripled checked his son's weapons before he left. He provided as much information as he could on the working on mechabeasts in the hopes the situation would be resolved before Yanqing arrived on the battlefield. Due to the days of waiting and overseeing the production of weapons, he was incredibly short with everyone though many understood why. Yingxing refused to check on anyone's status, partially because he was sure they were fine but also because any distressing news could impact his work and delay supplies and weapons to the frontlines. "You can tell that idiot of a supplies officer if he keeps delaying supplies to the front lines I will kill him!" - Yingxing to one of his students

Baiheng had joined other foxian pilots in a vicious battle against the wingweavers. She was the closest to Yanqing in terms of location and would constantly man the communication lines for updates on his situation. It went to the point where she would fall asleep with her radio tuned into the communication line and each morning she would check the casualty list. "Casualty list. Search. Yanqing. Unit name. Comet Orbit Fleet. Nothing! oh, thank Lan!"- Baiheng

Jingliu is easily the calmest in the situation. Older and more experienced than anyone else, she is very aware of the path of the Hunt and what it demands. Also, as Yanqing's teacher, she knows he will be fine. If he is old enough to copy her attacks, he will have no problem against the enemy. However, after every battle, she also checks the casualty list. "Baiheng, fine. Dan Feng, fine. Yingxing, fine. Jing Yuan, fine. Yanqing, fine. Good, they're all fine."- Jingliu

Jing Yuan was incredibly anxious. He did not fight as his time was spent strategizing not only for his fleet but the entire alliance. He did not have time to watch over matters concerning Yanqing much to his chagrin but he had ordered Qingzu to notify him of any updates no matter how small. He also found himself unable to sleep due to worry and during rare quiet periods, he spent it watching videos of Yanqing as a baby or looking at photos of them as a family to quell his aching heart. "He was so small back then. Soon, you'll be home Yanqing."- Jing Yuan who was getting teary-eyed after looking at photos of Yanqing playing with Mimi.

Yanqing made quite a stir on the battlefield. Not only did he take the Windguard head-on and chop its head off, but he also managed to strategically destroy their fleet. With their main offensive weapon out of the picture, the remaining enemy was in disarray and open to a swift and decisive offensive. "This is exhilarating!"- Yanqing developing a penchant for for fighting and the battlefield.

Yanqing was the last to make it back to the Luofu due to him being stationed the furthest from his family. He was, however, greeted with great excitement. Jing Yuan, who was the first to greet him once they were away from the other Cloud Knights, pulled him into a hug and checked over the wounds he got. Yingxing was next, having rushed over from the Artisanship Commission. He also pulled his child into a hug before demanding to see all his weapons, hoping to assess the damages and repair them before he was sent out again. Dan Feng had come rushing from treating a nasty cut on Baiheng's leg and demanded to see Yanqing's wounds. He later spent the next hour redressing everything and criticizing the handiwork of an amateur medic, stating that Yanqing could have suffered from sepsis due to the wounds not being cleaned properly.

Baiheng and Jingliu had come over later after ensuring that each other was okay. Baiheng had ordered food and was hell-bent on feeding Yanqing, saying that he had gotten so skinny in the week he was away. Jingliu, having read the report, was more than proud of her student especially his actions him severing the Wingguard's head.

After that mission, it would be another 6 months before Yanqing was sent out again. Dan Feng refuses to let Yanqing out of his sight and Yingxing and Jing Yuan agree, saying he is too young to be doing back-to-back missions like that. It totally has nothing to do with the fact that the week he was away was the most stressful week of their lives and how Yingxing was losing so much hair from the stress.

I might have gone a bit overboard with answering this but I was just so into it!

Thank you for sending me this ask!!!

[imagine--if]

Eddie seems like the type of person to get spurts of cuteness aggression for the reader. Like he'll randomly scoop them up into his arms in a bear hug and pepper their face with kisses because he adores them that much. It'll just randomly hit him how precious they are when they're laughing at a funny video or something.

A/N: Absolutely!! He just can't help himself and doesn't try to 😂 I did a headcanon and lil blurb under it because I couldn't decide between a hc or imagine 💚 (For everyone who's waiting for the next To My Hope chapter, so sorry for the slight delay!! I've just had exams every day this week lol, had to cram a lot in, but I'll definitely be updating on the weekend 🥰)

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff, obsessive loving Riddler, he be a simp 😌

• It doesn't matter whether Eddie's ranting and raging as the RIddler, or just being Edward Nashton... he's still gonna be all over you lmao

• I mean, you could be doing the simplest thing, like reading a book or watching videos on your phone, you make the smallest noise or move an inch and his attention is immediately caught like 🥺😍

• Even if he's in the middle of talking to his followers in his Riddler get-up, he'll gladly take every opportunity to show you off if you cover your identity enough to keep you safe 💚

• You've learnt not to get started by the random times Eddie literally picks you up and hugs you as tightly as he can in his lap, head buried into the crook of your neck, wanting to be as close as possible

• He'll look at you like you're kidding when you ask him why, which results in an essay about how beautiful you looked and how he can't help it and you've not been hugging for ages

• And for ages he means, like, ten minutes 😂

• Edward really can't get over the fact that you're with him in his apartment, looking all adorable and distracting while he's trying to give his followers clues to his next target or do some other form of work

• If you choose to join him on some of the live streams - wearing a mask of some kind for protection - he'll just put you in his lap and smile approvingly at the excited chat

• Seriously though, this man's an amazing cuddler, they're always so warm and protective and impossibly close 🤗

• I feel like he enjoys babying you a bit when he gently scoops you up and kisses you all over, cooing at you adoringly and whispering sweet little things that make you smile

• Like, Eddie calls you little pet names like my sweet angel and princess and cute nicknames of your actual name while he hugs you and leaves trails of wet kisses on your neck and face 😚

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You smile to yourself as you feel familiar arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into him from behind you. One laugh at some stupid video, and Edward's suddenly beside you on the sofa, trapping you in a strong embrace as his hair tickles your cheek. His face nuzzles against your neck, licking and sucking at it as you hold back giggles at the feeling, letting yourself lean back into him.

"I love your laugh," his voice is muffled against your skin, and he lifts his head to bury his nose in your hair, taking in a deep breath and exhaling shakily. "I'll never fully understand how one person can be so... so perfect."

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[mixelation]

Do you have any opinions on Sasori/Itachi as a... I hesitate to say couple, because of their respective personalities, but as a sexual duo I guess. IDK what the cause of their hooking up would be, but I'm sure you could come up with something

(Tumblr is not letting me add a question mark to this ask for some reason)

TBH I have a hard time wrapping my head around this ship because I don't really see either as particularly interested in sex. Sasori does have interest in exerting control over other people's bodies, so I can buy him being interested in a very particular type of sex (the type where he is in charge ;) ) as a replacement for his preferred type of art. I just... can't really see Itachi going with it?

This is a lot of extrapolation/my own headcanons, but I think Itachi is very into the idea of romance over sex. In his personal fantasies, he gets his world where he can sit back and be a pacifist... and then what? He grew up heir to an important clan, and so I think he internalized a lot of ideas about getting married and having kids, but also he spent his teenage years as a missing-nin so I think his ideas about marriage were allowed to simmer as a weird little fantasy without ever having to confront what marriage might look like from the inside. So he wants a partner for some very bland generic romance, where the sex part is secondary for him because that's for having kids.

Now, that is what I think Itachi thinks he wants, not what he necessary would actually want/need if he got his romantic partner. For most ships I like with Itachi, the sex is a result of the other party going "well, I like it; it'll be fun and feel good" and he's like "okay. :)" I think he'd probably like feeling close to his partner. But I have a hard time seeing him wanting sex for the sake of sex? Meanwhile Sasori is the opposite-- it think it'd be easier to have him fixate on someone and then want to peel their skin off and then scale it back to "okay, sex then," than a romance.

I can kind of see Itachi seeking out a sexual partner just to see what it's about, I just can't wrap my head around why he'd go to Sasori for this. On the flip side I can see Sasori fixating on someone and having that mellow into something LIKE a romance because he likes them, I just... don't see what he'd enjoy about Itachi's company. LMAO

I kind of played with the idea of "what if Itachi likes turning his brain off while Sasori does all the work" (which is how I wrote Sasori/Kakashi) but I think Itachi is such a control freak that he would need a lot of established trust to not just like. Panic? At the loss of control. And a panicked Itachi is a mean, violent Itachi. :(

Here are two options maybe I guess....

Sasori gets fixated on Itachi for Aesthetic reasons. He can't beat Itachi in a fight so he just ends up sort of following him around and insulting him. Itachi goes, "Oh, he's flirting" and THAT'S why he goes to him when he has An Itch To Scratch. (Neither them try hooking up a second time because it goes. Poorly. Bad communication all around.)

Itachi ends up going to Sasori for Lung Reasons. Sasori keeps complaining he's NOT a pharmacy and he's definitely not a doctor. But it is an excuse for them to talk one-on-one, and for Itachi to decide he does kind of trust Sasori and for Sasori to decide yeah maybe he CAN'T murder Itachi but wouldn't it be nice if--- Anyway, Sasori keeps being like "I would prefer if you just laid down and didn't move" and Itachi AGREES but then he panics halfway through and uno-reverse-cards and Sasori is SCREAMING. Why are you like this??? (They hook up multiple times because both are convinced they can make this work if the other one would just stop being Insane.)

[yanderu-deredere]

a/n: *meme voice* anotha one. i feel bad that fujio's is a bit shorter so sorry abt that. hopefully the longer bit at the end makes up for it! that last bit is also for that one anon that asked for a mating press and i didnt deliver: welp, here's ur mating press finally lol!

hopefully, after this one, ill post a couple more yandere profiles and then a couple more of these ones and then hopefully ill have more fans request 🥺👉👈 i mean it would be nice but if not i will write my own stuff

warning: gender neutral reader but it's implied that reader is feminine and smaller than fujio (cus that's his usual type but it's not a deal breaker), mentions of porn, sleezy descriptions of the reader, no mentions of reader genitalia but mentions of fujio putting his dick into an 'entrance', mentions of putting his babies (semen) in his baby (reader) LMAO

fujio watanabe ★ profile

there's only four places you can meet him because this loser has only four places (in general) he goes to on a daily basis

the creamery, the docks, the gym and the ring

most likely, though, if you're going to be his darling, you're going to meet him in the gym

he's going to be training. it'll probably be an arm day or something; he's sitting with his elbow on his knee and some heavy dumbbell in his hand when you walk in

and you're some small pretty (gender neutral) thing that looks a little lost among the muscle bound jock types and the body builders

he'd come over to help you but the sadist in him wanted to see you struggle

he doesn't end up seeing that because you actually know what the hell you're doing. you look super lost among the machines but you know your way around the dumbbells and the olympic plates

it's not like super weights; you don't lift as hard as he or his brother does but you get damn close for a pretty little thing like you

he's not quite so hooked yet, though, just intrigued

i wrote this in fujio's lil profile thing but one of the requirements to be fujio's darling is that he wants to be able to not walk on eggshells around you, if that makes sense?

and then, you're meeting up with a friend in the practice boxing ring and the two of you are doing a little sparring

he's more than just a little intrigued now

the entire time you've been moving around the gym, he's been following you as subtly as he can, using the machines around you, doing his sets discreetly as he watches you

that's how he finds out that you're an up and coming underground fighter, just like him. that you're making your way up the ranks, that your friend introduced you into the life and you're hooked into the adrenaline of it all and into the money

and then fujio sees you after your practice match, when you're all sweaty and panting?

thats when he's hooked

You knocked your head back, tipping the gatorade bottle till the whole thing was empty.

Fujio watched the entire time; he watched as some of your drink trickled from the corner of your mouth, watched the skin of your throat bob up and down, watched the sweat glisten on your face.

You're sexier than most porn he usually goes to when he's horny. Hell, you're sexier than most of the people he fucks on a biweekly basis. When he first saw you, your looks made him doubletake but now, you had an allure to you that he couldn't deny.

He had never found someone so breathtaking before but he definitely found you absolutely mesmerising. That's how he knew you had to be the person he'd been looking for.

He had to have you.

fujio will definitely stalk you after that time

he'll practically have your schedule memorised and will build his schedule around that, plus he'll visit your house and any matches you have

you struggle through your matches but you're a scrappy fighter and fujio has always loved a good underdog

and you're one hell of an underdog

it makes him root for you hard and fall for you even harder

after a while, he decides that he gets bored of it. he doesn't want to watch other people beat you up anymore. he wants to... protect you

he's never felt the need to protect other people before, nobody's ever pulled those instincts out of him

but then, there you were

eventually, he'll try his best to pull as many strings as possible so that the two of you can have a match together

the best underground fighter in lovelock and this up and coming scrappy fighter

it wasn't even a match lol it wasn't a match, it was a blood bath

and now, finally, you were his just like he wanted

Fujio had the broadest, most devilish grin on his face when he looked down at you, his hands gripping the backs of your knees as he practically folded you in half.

He was a pretty hefty man already but with him putting this pressure on you like this, you couldn't even struggle or escape. All you could do was let him manhandle you and take whatever he gave you.

And, from the expression on his face... well, you weren't sure you'd like what wanted to give you. Hell, he was looking at you like how a starving man would look at a roast pig.

"Le'me just--" He didn't even hesitate, just shifted his weight to press the blunt head of his cock into your entrance.

Without warning, he was just pressing in, pushing and pushing his fat cock into you. You shook your head, a whine and a whimper mixing in your throat, turning into some pathetic sound as it left your lips.

Fujio just laughed at you and kissed the corners of your eyes, where your tears piled up "Don' worry, darl', it'll feel so good."

And the worst part was that he was right. It did feel good. The weight of him on top of you, the way his cock speared past your walls, pushing you apart, filling you up, the way he was rough and gentle, big and all encompassing; all of it was too much and not enough all at once.

When he finally bottomed out, you let out a strangled gasp and he used the opportunity to grind his hips into yours urgently once, twice and then thrice, letting the blunt head of his dick rub at a spot inside you over and over. You were so close you could taste electricity in your veins--

"God, you feel like heaven--" Fujio presses a kiss against the shell of your ear, his gruff voice almost pushing you over the edge "You're so soft inside, baby, so soft. Could put my babies in you, huh? Put my babies in my baby."

He laughed at his own joke. "Fill you with my cum, mark you as mine forever and ever, huh?"

[l0n3lysworld]

Based off of this quote, a sad ass YouTube playlist and my depression :) .If this makes it out of the drafts lmao I hope you enjoy. Please don't steal, translate, or put this anywhere thanks.

"But first! A toast, to Emily. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride! Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? Hm?" -Corpse Bride.(Barkis Bittern)

It happened again yesterday. I swore I'd never do this, i swore I'd never let myself do this. I was stupid enough to tell myself that i wont do the same shit and here I am. Hanging on by a thread, slowly seeing the fibre snap, one by one. Feeling the panic in your chest take over, almost like your ribcage is going to burst. The burning tears, endless soggy jumper sleeves and discarded tissues never seem to be enough. After a while even the softest feather will feel like sand paper and so you let them fall. Drop after drop the salty tears will nestle themselves in the nook and cranny.

After a while the feeling dulls ever so slightly and the shard in my gut wont feel quite so jarring. Seeing him happy, seeing him live his life like nothing happened. Hearing the deafening silence of someone who just didn't care enough to fight or explain.

It makes me feel crazy, delusional even. Am I crazy? The feeling of emptiness has never made me feel so shitty. The feeling of running on empty is a solitude that is indescribable but this? This isn't solitude this is like an invisible hand pulling you under the surface of ice cold water. No matter how hard you fight and kick you eventually get tired. One choice will be made, you'll give up and allow the hand to pull you under or you ask for a life vest and you'll find someone to help you out.

To see the person they leave you for is hard. It becomes an obsession, a game of spot the difference. You'll compare yourself in every way, your hair, eyes, nose, mouth, smile, teeth, body. That'll be all you can think about what do they have that I don't. Are they smarter than me? Are they funnier? Is it because they're not me?

It has an order see, everything has an order when you do it for long enough or at least if you pay attention. First it'll feel like a stab to the gut, it'll hurt and you'll feel confused. Then you'll be angry, either at yourself  or the other person (normally in that order). Followed by a facade of happiness to the people around you, they'll think you're ok and that you're better. And lastly the pain numbs and you'll find the strength to continue either through spite or motivation from the people around you. Or at least that’s my order I'm just generalizing here. We don't all feel the same thing.

If you move on you'll look back and tell yourself i wont do that, never again. For a while it works, you'll remember the pain like it was yesterday and the coldness will wash over you once more. You'll replay it in your head a warning to yourself. See this is what happens when you get too close. If you play with fire don't be surprised when you get burnt.

Eventually it'll happen again. You'll get too close to another and the cycle repeats. Pain, confusion, anger, a lie, contentment, Repeat.

[kfaem]

Just For You

Sterling decides to make his wife Max Mia's famous kitty cupcakes.

unedited, not proofread, and very rushed lmao. thank you to the person in the East Scarp discord who gave me this prompt :)

With an apron covering the outfit he'd planned for his and Max's evening dinner, he squinted at the recipe card Mia gave him and cursed under his breath. "How the hell am I supposed to do this, Mia? Should've just paid you to do this for me." He grumbled, pouring the batter into the cups just as instructed.

The cat lingered on top of the fridge, curiously watching over her owner. Sterling glanced over at the orange kitty, laughing with a picture in his head. "What? Am I offending you with this?"

Sterling slid the tray into the preheated oven, setting the timer for a perfect twenty-five minutes at 350 Fahrenheit. He was dreading the decorating.

His eyes scanned over the kitchen, mentally checking off every ingredient he needed to make the icing and the store-bought icing tubes that were serving as a backup and an aid to make the details easier. He didn't have much longer until Max returned from her girl's day with Mia, so he had to check each box off.

The timer let out a shrieking reminder that he set it twenty-five minutes ago and his day's effort was, hopefully, done.

However, the supposed cats came out of the oven shaped more like a blob, the only real features that remained were just the now rounded-out ears. This, of course, provoked an immense feeling of anger and resentment that was followed by a string of profanities.

In a last-ditch effort to fix these dreadful "cats", Sterling grabbed a butter knife and started trimming away. Something else he didn't account for was that he made some... shortcuts in the recipe and thus, the batter was not smooth like Mia "suggested" and it only made the problem worse.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" The knife found itself thrown into the sink, joining the other abundance of baking supplies that he forgot about and was now definitely looking forward to cleaning up before his wife got home.

To pour salt into the very fresh wound, the door opened and Max's signature laugh filled the house. Sterling initially smiled, glad his love was finally home, before remembering the whole reason he'd kicked her out in the first place.

"Sterling? Love?" Max called out, turning the corner to the disaster that was her kitchen. She paused, taking a moment to take it in. "Oh, honey..."

"I- yeah. Yeah, this is bad, isn't it?" Sterling stepped back, running his hand through his hair. Max yelped, rushing over to yank his hand away though it was too late. "There's batter in my hair."

Max nodded, a sympathetic smile dawning on her face. "Thank you for this, my love."

"There's not much to be thankful for..." he mumbled, looking over at a day's worth of wasted labour and a bunch of wasted ingredients.

"I'm grateful that you tried, this is the most anybody has ever done for me before." Sterling's face flushed a pretty pink as Max gave him a sweet kiss, the flavour of vanilla lingering behind.

He sighed, letting his own smile out. "So much for a birthday, huh? I didn't even have time to make dinner."

"Let's do ramen, a movie, and our very comfortable hardwood bed." His eyebrow quirked up, the implications of that putting his disappointment in the long-forgotten past.

"That sounds fantastic, but I should go shower first. If I look at as gross as I feel I doubt it'll make our comfortable bed less than comfortable." Max untied his apron, helping it over his head. "I won't be longer than necessary, sugar cakes."

[warriorpax]

This has nothing to do with roleplay, but I’ve been eyeing YuGiOh for a while (I mostly play Magic the Gathering atm) and I’m wondering if you can recommend a deck archetype that’s easy to start out with. Ancient Gears had my eye right now because it’s exactly my aesthetic but I’m unsure how difficult it is to pilot.

Alright, SO-

First of all, I'm honestly honored that someone came to me for advice on beginner-friendly decks in Yu-Gi-Oh, so thank you for that.

Secondly, word of warning...I'm a fucking ape when it comes to this lmao, so if I give you bad advice here, I do genuinely apologize for that, PLEASE don't storm my house with torches and pitchforks? Thanks! lol

NOW, as for actual deck suggestions... these are going to be from my personal experience of using these, or my personal experience of playing AGAINST these (mainly in "Yu-Gi-Oh! Master Duel"). These will be put under the cut for those that wish to just keep scrolling and don't want to read through a wall of text of my dumbass blabbering on lmao.

One of the first ones that really come to my mind are the "Branded" series of cards, which tends to end up being one of the sort of go-to engines for a number of decks (One of the most common of which being Branded Despia). These can be identified by using the monster, "Fallen of Albaz," who is basically just a Superpolymerization on legs, to go into a lot of fusion-oriented plays. So, if you wish to begin with fusions, Brandeds are one I definitely would recommend to begin with.

Another deck I could recommend, if you really want to embrace your inner Pharaoh Atem, would be Dark Magician, due to how much overwhelming support it has, and still gets to this very day. Follows the "KISS" rule, or "Keep It Simple, Stupid." Typically, your main goal is to have a board ending on "Dark Magician the Dragon Knight," Dark Magical Circle, and Eternal Soul set, which you will activate as soon as you get the opportunity to, that being as early as the next turn's draw phase. This effectively shuts down any lame-brained attempts of trying to shut you down, as both Dragon Knight and Eternal Soul will be stuck in a loop of defense. Dragon Knight protects all of your spells/traps from destruction and targeting, and since it's name changes to "Dark Magician" while on the field or in the graveyard, it'll become unaffected to literally every effect that your opponent has to pull out of their ass due to Eternal Soul's continuous effect, and can be summoned back to the field by Eternal Soul if it gets destroyed by battle or it gets tributed for a Kaiju summon (you can ask me about THIS mechanic later on if you'd like to know any further information on that, which I recommend as it's better to know about the mechanic than to experience it firsthand and not know how it happened)

As for Ancient Gears...I would only recommend you build this if you're willing to make some VERY big investments, as it's really at it's "best" with other earth-attribute (or element), machine-type monster archetypes (such as Machina monsters and Infinitracks). While Ancient Gears also has a lot of fusion-centered mechanics - in fact that's 90% of the Ancient Gear archetype - in my experience, you're going to be using Ancient Gears with decks that utilize other extra deck summoning mechanics...A LOT.

However, you CAN make a purely Ancient Gears deck work if you've got better deck building skills than whatever I've got going on in my head, and got a lot more passion for it and ambition than I do. Really just depends on how you'd prefer that.

So, TLDR; I recommend Branded and/or Dark Magician (because you CAN in fact combine these two decks together) for a beginner deck, and I suggest that you do a lot more research on the Ancient Gear archetype if you wish to build an Ancient Gear deck, whether that be purely Ancient Gears, or combined with something else that can also work.

I hope to god that made sense and I didn't just make myself look like a complete and utter fool, lmfao, and I hope that this was at least SOMEWHAT helpful for you in becoming a Yu-Gi-Oh duelist.

[asdear]

Here's fanfiction #2... with Dax and the female protagonist. Dude's such a fun character, I felt that he deserves a fanfic.

And although he and Luchadora are probably dating, we're gonna pretend they're not in this fanfic lmao. 😉

(18+ warning: strong language, sexual content)

"BUDONKADONK!"

The girl stood awkwardly in the middle of The Freakshop, listening to the troupe screaming their catchphrase. She kept her head turned away from them until they were done.

As soon as they calmed down, she laid her eyes back on them, noticing the lead guy, Dax, smiling at the other two.

"Anyway, looks like it'll be me and Freshmeat here for a little while. And you… Labrat-"

He paused as he pointed at his personal physician. "No more acid for you! If I find you've been tripping balls off it again, you'll be turned into chuck steak for good! I won't bother counting down the next time!"

"Yeah... yeah…" Labrat told him, holding both of his hands up midair. "No acid. I'll stay away from it."

"Please stay out of that shit." Dax sighed and focused on the girl. "Well, like I said, it's just you and me. Those two will be out for a bit. I will be fine without Labrat; I got my doses a while ago. And I think Mutt is in your lab... yeah, he is busy in there — probably making some nice acid."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey… do you want to kick back and drink? I got a few bottles stored back there."

"No," she replied, no voice leaving her.

"No? To what, Freshmeat-o?"

She mimicked a drinking gesture in response.

"I promise the beer isn't full of acid this time," he chuckled. "Man, that trip, though — it was wild! That was quite something, huh?"

The quiet woman could not find a way to answer him, only standing there silently and not moving a muscle. Even if she did not expect to be drugged with acid that day, it was a fun time for her. She had never acknowledged what was going on throughout her trip, but in the end, she believed it was crazy but worth it.

"Anyway... no drink for you, but that's fine. There's a room for us to sit down and chat in. Come on."

She followed the gang leader into a small, private section of the building. As she closed the door behind them, she glanced around the area quickly, checking out every detail.

"You've never been in this room before? It's pretty chill. And it looks like nobody's back here… so we've got it to ourselves."

She nodded and seated herself next to him.

Dax let out another sigh while leaning against the couch, a bottle of beer held tightly in his hand. He peeked over at his new gang member and smirked at her as he took a sip of his drink.

"So… I may have said this before, but you have always treated me like a brother," he explained, resting the bottom of the bottle against his leg. "First, we acquired the lab, and lastly, we got Labrat back from that therapist fuck. You know how to dedicate yourself to the troupe, and I like that about you."

There was eventually silence among them as he proceeded to drink more of his alcoholic beverage. The girl watched him take in a great amount of his beer, and strangely, she was impressed with his ability to consume so much of it; he had been easily drinking it like it was water.

Dax lowered the bottle again onto his lap. "Crazy question, but… have you ever talked at all… or considered talking sometime? I bet you creep some people out with your silence. Well, whatever the case, you're also a badass for it. No words needed — you just kill some buttholes and hippies… and other people we need gone."

She nervously shrugged her shoulders.

"That's a no, huh? Be the badass mute woman that you are then. I like someone who is willing to help the troupe out, no matter what it takes. Fuck, I keep going on about this. The drugs I take tend to make me repeat stuff over again. My mind from these drugs just makes me… lose my memory after a split second… you know?"

The girl only replied by grinning, agreeing with him, and looked away for a moment to check out the rest of the room.

"Anyway, we can talk about something else… shit!"

Her attention was immediately drawn back to him, and she was surprised to see his clothes were unexpectedly soaked in beer.

"Fuck... it slipped from my hands." Dax sighed in anger, putting the empty bottle on the floor next to him. "Freshmeat, can you go see if we have any towels or whatever? I need at least something to clean this shit up."

The woman nodded at him and stood up from the couch.

It wasn't long before she returned with a few towels found in her acid lab. She hurried through the doorway and went up to Dax, holding out one of the towels. He lifted himself from the furniture and sighed in relief as he took it from her hands.

"Thanks."

She smiled at him and watched him wipe the front of his pants.

"Dammit. These are soaked real good. I don't think the towels are going to take the fucking stain off." He dropped the towel on the floor. "Well, I guess I should just deal with it."

Without a warning, the girl began to stare at his lower body. She had no idea why, but a part of her was curious to see what was underneath his pants, while the other part thought what she was doing was wrong. She had never felt attracted to any of the members throughout her gang career; she always wanted to maintain her professionalism, even if it was a casual gang. At that moment, however, something about Dax began to stand out to her.

"Whatcha looking at?" he laughed.

She looked away, embarrassed at being distracted by the outline under his clothes.

"Don't act all innocent. I saw you looking at that area. Couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh?"

All she could do was keep her mouth shut, not knowing how to answer him.

"Did you like what you saw? I would not be mad if you did. Everyone is curious about shit sometimes."

She walked over to him and pointed at his crotch.

"You did? That sounds like a yes." Dax was hesitant for a second. "Well, we… are alone. I don't usually consider doing this, but… fuck it. It's not like this would hurt anyone, but maybe we should not say shit. This is our little secret between us, alright? If you want to do this, come here, and get on your knees for me."

The girl did what she was told, kneeling in front of him. She kept her eyes on his lower body as he pulled his pants down to his thighs.

"This little guy may not be fully prepared, but maybe you can help," he remarked, holding his dick in one of his hands. "I know my size is not all impressive, but you seem to not give a fuck about anything. Well, you know what to do. Put your mouth to work, Freshmeat."

She wrapped her lips around the tip, her tongue licking it. Although he had pointed out his size, she did not mind that he was smaller than most men she had been with.

Dax moved his hand out of the way, watching her slowly push her head forward. The girl paused for a moment to take his length out, and she crawled even closer to him. She started taking one of his balls in her mouth, biting it softly.

"You like to play around with a man's dick, huh?"

A silent laugh came from her.

"You seem to be a freaky girl, too, and that is the best kind." Dax laid his hand on her head as he felt her bite him again. "Fuck... you are a tease."

She only replied by licking his ball.

"Okay... quit the teasing. Why don't you continue to blow me? You were only sucking a little bit of me, but I know you can take this down your whole throat. Don't pretend that you can't do that."

The girl shrugged her shoulders as she began to press her head against his entire dick.

As she would have thought, there was very little for her to take in; the tip only reached the upper part of her throat. Even if he was the smallest guy she had been with, to her, a cock was still a cock. She liked to please a guy, no matter his size, although a bonus for her was that he was big enough to please her, too.

The girl shut her eyes and continued to suck on the gang leader. Despite her temptation to trade sexual favors with him, she was still not used to jumping into the action immediately. She felt embarrassed about doing something she had never thought about doing with one of the troupe members, especially the main guy. It was a relief to her, however, when he did not hesitate to do more with her, too. As he told her, it would only happen once between them, and that was all.

Or... was it?

She opened her eyes to see Dax smiling at her. His fingers were digging between her strands of hair, and she could sense that he was pulling a little bit on them, although she didn't seem to care.

"Well, well... look at you. Sucking that shit like it's nothing. You may not talk at all, but you do put that mouth to good use for other things... hey. Stop for a second."

Confused, she took his cock out of her mouth.

"Something feels wrong here..."

She could feel her heart racing in her chest, worried that he was having doubts about their time together.

"We aren't doing much. How do you normally like to fuck? You like being bent over, or are you more into relaxed positions? Why don't you show me, and we will start the real action from there?"

The young woman nodded and stood up from the ground.

A smirk formed on his face once she knelt on the couch, resting her arms against the edge with the back part of her body raised.

"Oh..." He walked over to her and gently smacked her ass. "You're into doggy style, huh? The best position —  hands-fucking-down."

Dax remained silent for a moment as he caressed the top of her pants. "Man, Freshmeat... you are a lot sexier than I thought. How had I not noticed you like this before? Anyway... you look like you're enjoying being touched like this. I bet you want me to rip these down and start fucking you from behind."

She bit her lip as a way to tell him to get on with it.

"You really want me to do this, don't you?" He climbed onto the couch behind her. "I should tell you that I don't mind fucking pussy, but I prefer ass. Hope you don't mind if I fuck you there. It may hurt, but with just enough lube, it's as fun as sticking your dick in the other hole."

Dax gripped the waistband and immediately pulled her pants down her legs. The troupe leader paused once he noticed that her underwear was in the way, blocking both of her holes, but he quickly moved it toward the side.

"There they are — two fuckable holes! I will gladly take the top one, though."

She watched him spit on his fingers, eventually rubbing the same hand across his cock. 

"I don't think we don't have lube here, so I have to improvise."

Dax proceeded carefully, pushing himself into the girl. She let out a gasp as she felt his dick enter her, and her body tensed. Although his size was not the largest, he still had a considerable girth. It was easily stretching her, and the lack of lubrication caused her some discomfort.

He smiled and placed a hand on her back in a reassuring manner. "You good? Is this hurting you? I can try to lube myself up more."

The woman shook her head at him.

"Alright. Well, tell me if it does, like... I don't know. You can maybe... hit me on my chest or arm."

Dax began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion, and the girl was surprised by his eagerness to fuck her. Although it was a bit uncomfortable at first, she welcomed the sensation and allowed herself to relax.

"You love taking dick in your butthole, huh? Like the naughty girl you are?"

She gasped another time and let out a contented moan, laying her head on the edge of the couch.

"Admit it... you love being a piece of fuckmeat."

The girl nodded in agreement as she kept her head pressed against the furniture.

"I knew it." Dax chuckled and smacked her ass again. "Man... you are fucking tight. I bet you don't take dick in this hole as much as your other."

She continued to feel the troupe leader inside of her, her body shaking as she tightly gripped the edge of the couch. The woman experienced a mix of pain and pleasure, and becoming more aroused, she reached underneath her body to finger herself.

He noticed her playing with herself and laughed, his hardness growing as he heard her moan. Although she was not much of a talker, he knew that giving her pleasure would get her voice going.

She bit her lip as she carefully inserted another finger, quickly moving them both up and down. She could feel the wetness of her insides easily coating her fingers. The girl softly whimpered as she then added another one, now having three of them pleasuring her. Deciding that was an adequate amount for her to masturbate with, she proceeded to play with herself.

Dax tightened his grip on her waist, taking a moment to spank her again. "I can tell you're liking this kind of treatment — being fucked and spanked at the same time. Fuck... you are a freak... and I like that."

As he continued to fuck her, he eventually paused to take a glance up at the window. This caused the girl to look back at him with a puzzled expression, and she attempted to reach her hand out to him to tell him to keep going. 

He peeked back down at her. "Sorry, Freshmeat. I just wanted to see if we were caught. Can't imagine what they would think if they find out we were messing around and shit."

She could only stare at him in silence.

"Would you like to move to a more private spot? I'll make sure the door is locked."

She gave him another nod.

"Okay. Play with yourself or something while you wait for me. You seem pretty fucking wet."

The girl felt him take his dick out and slowly stood up. She immediately spotted another couch in a dim corner of the room, with the window being hidden from that area. She watched Dax walk to the door and lock it before heading to the other couch. 

Just as she sat down, she saw him starting to make his way back toward her. The woman lay down against the furniture, causing him to stop in his path.

"What? You want to switch up the position already? I see you're lying down now."

She pointed at the hole he had been fucking her in. 

"If you say so," he replied with a smile, kneeling in front of her and spitting on his fingers to lubricate himself again.

The girl placed her legs beside him, feeling him enter her. She took one of her hands and firmly grasped the top of the couch, her body tensing as he gradually pushed himself deep into her. 

"You look uncomfortable, but you know what to do if this shit does start hurting you. Just tell me."

The moment between them resumed, with Dax moving his hips back and forth and the girl pleasuring herself with her other hand. Her movements increased in speed, and she tilted her head back with a loud moan. 

"Shit..." Dax laughed. "For not being a vocal girl... you are pretty vocal when you're getting fucked. And hey... move your fingers for me. I will take care of you."

She kept her focus on him and laid her hand against the couch, admiringly seeing him insert a couple of fingers into her vagina. 

He immediately began to finger her as quickly as he could. "This feel good?"

The girl had become so overstimulated by the sensations coursing through her body that she was unable to respond to him. Her gasps turned into a much louder moan, then a hoarse and raspy scream. 

Dax smirked at her. "I'm taking that as a yes."

Although she had never spoken before, the mute woman felt as if she wanted to cry out his name. She managed to form his name with her lips but remained silent as she said it. 

"How does it feel being a new member of the Fooliganz and getting fucked by your own leader?" He paused as he chuckled. "I don't normally like to have fun with members this way, but... maybe we can mess around more after this one time. We'll see. For now, having fun with each other won't hurt anyone."

The girl nodded her head.

"Anyway... my question, Freshmeat — how does it feel being fucked by your gang leader?"

She could only smile in response.

"Yeah... you fucking like it?" He noticed her legs twitching with pleasure. "I bet me fingering you like this is getting you going, huh? Probably will make you cum quickly. Just hearing you moan and shit is making me want to cum, too."

The woman whimpered as she leaned her head back.

"Fuck... I think I stretched you out a bit, but you still feel pretty tight down here."

More time passed as Dax helped the girl reach her climax. He seemed to enjoy touching her in such a way and did not want to stop, although she wanted him to take a few short breaks. He soon learned that she was getting close, as her body began to shake more and she became incredibly vocal.

The stimulation from Dax was too much for the girl to handle, and she couldn't help but gasp and moan constantly. Eventually, she hit her finishing point, one last scream leaving her as she rode out her orgasm.

He removed his hand from her, realizing that it was wet. "Squirted all over my hand, but that's okay. At least I know I was able to make you cum."

She looked up at him, trying to catch her breath, as he continued to thrust inside her. The effects of her orgasm were still present, though not as strong as before; she could still feel some pulsing within her, as well as her body trembling slightly.

"I just need to finish myself off. That's why I'm still... oh shit..." Dax pulled himself out of her. "Perfect timing. I'm starting to see myself dripping out of your butthole. Hey... put your face up to my dick."

The woman crawled toward him, positioning her face in front of his cock.

He stroked himself, and she grinned as she waited patiently for the very last drop to hit her. She was enjoying the warm substance shooting onto her face, even if it was coming out slowly.

The girl had her eyes closed, but opened them, only to shut them again as she felt a drop hit one of her eyeballs. She kept her gaze on the ground below her, shielding her face with her hands.

"Shit. Did it get in your eye?"

She nodded, attempting to wipe her eye dry.

"Keep them closed. Don't want to accidentally get another drop in them."

The girl followed his suggestion, closing both of them for good this time. She felt a few more drops hit various spots on her face, such as her nose, forehead, and cheeks. 

"I'm not seeing any cum now," Dax commented, taking his hand off his dick. "I think that's it. We should get back out there in case Lucha and them are back... but wipe your face off first before you go out there. Never speak of what we did. Alright? This is kept between us because I don't know how the fuck they will react."

She could only nod her head again at him, agreeing with his deal.

[coffee-styles]

"u have such a small waste, are you eating?" made me eat more

"u have a 'muffin pouch', better get to the gym before it gets bigger" made me workout

"why do ur arms look like man shoulders and all-" made me stop working out but try to drink water to help w/ bloating

"u go to the bathroom too much Ms. Franco, stop with the excuses" made me drink less water

"u have a big ribcage lmao" made me Google if it's possible to get a smaller ribcage only to find links for surgeries and "you can't change the size of your ribcage, it's just genetics"

"ur extremely smart. wanna be partners?" made me happy until i overheard "i just want good grades, i don't really want to be friends with her, all she does is read at libraries and try to be 'aesthetic' and 'smart' by studying at Barnes & Nobles, Starbucks and Libraries for fun" so i started to drop friends one by one, not wanting to trust anyone at all

"why is your head always inside a book when my d*ck can be inside of you" made me fear men

"ew, harry's trash" made me sad

"im glad eddie died" made me mad

"you've been quiet..." made me talk more

"you're always rambling! like shut up for ONCE" from the same person made me 'staple' my lips together

"get a life" made me want to cry

"ur pretty" made me blush

"ur fat" made me hide my body with baggy things

"ur skinny" didn't really boost my confidence

"why are you ALWAYS acting like the victim" made me feel guilty

"you never stick up for me" made me use my voice

"istg, every time u open ur mouth, ur words just come flowing out as if u have to get every word out of your head so u have no thoughts left. like u must have adhd or smth" made me lose my voice

"ur always zoning out and ur grades are slipping, try harder" made me want to disappear bc...i cant help being myself

all these words are hurtful, and im pretty sure everyone has heard them. i've just felt numb since 5th grade...and i just now started senior year. and trust me when i tell u, everybody seems fine on the outside but when u see them smile or laugh and u turn around, they just feel pain. nothing lasts forever, that's one thing i can promise you. NOTHING. friends will back away slowly. best friends will find someone to replace you and it'll hurt like hell. relationships can get toxic and they don't always last. family gets separated and others pass away. even in the most heart-aching moment, you'll feel some presence. but that...that's just ur self concious that will follow you everywhere u go. and you're the only one that can make ur self-esteem, mind and consciousness positive. so make it happen darling <333

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.