#inspiration shook me

[flirtatiousgreen]

📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

BEEEEP

Immediately the sound of distant chaos is obvious, if muted in the background.

"Heeeyyyyy, mister Boss CEO guy." Awkward laughter. "So uh. Not that anything is happening but if something uhm." Awkward laugh. "If there were trouble happening, say uh... again, definitely not happening, but say, uhm. Dragons, like, totally not real but definitely flying ones, were to be trashing stuff- hypothetically speaking- what uhm. Is there someone who should be called about this? Hypothetically, of course- FUCK!"

Something loud crashes into something else and the sound of shattering glass precedes the sound in the background to become louder, becoming obvious as screaming.

"WHOm- UH, who do I call if that happens?! Thanks BYE!"

[gen4grl]

my johto timeskip designs + bios/teams below!

i think about this group ALOT!!! if i had any confidence in writing i would easily share the whole hgss rewrite i have in my head but alas… just take my drawings instead! i like to give characters more “realistic” outfits… not really a modern au? i love to imagine the pokemon world with all our worlds pop culture which inspires my designs! long post but enjoy!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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lyra + 20. champion ranked trainer

♡ Raised by her single mother, aunt and older cousin Kris in the small New Bark home. Her father died when she was 6 in a mining incident involving Team Rocket. Bubbles, her ace Azumarill, was gifted to Lyra by her father on her 5th birthday - being her final gift from him.

♡ Extremely outgoing, sweetly optimistic and immensely empathic. Absolutley loves making friends and talking to every kind of person. However, is extremely competitive & stubbon and gets frustrated easily - resulting in her giving up quickly but is also extremely quick to be re-motivated. Often feels the emotions of others intensely. Very country girl with an extremely strong Johtoian accent and lisp. Loves 'girly' things like makeup + fashion, period dramas and collecting nick-nacks but also loves spending her days outdoors, espcially in the National Park with Ethan watching the bug-catching contests or the Safari Zone.

♡ Struggled with her battle confidence as a young trainer which resulted in her having to re-battle Falkner and Bugsy several times. Over her journey grew an appreciation for pokemon perceived to be 'weak' & cute and built her team around showing the powers of these types of pokemon. Despite being a Champion Ranked trainer, Lyra opted to work with Ethans grandparents at the daycare center where she specialises in pokemon breeding and training weaker pokemon + their trainers.

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silver + 23. champion ranked trainer

♡ Only child of Rocket Boss, Giovanni. Was born and raised on Island 5 of the Sevii Islands by multiple admins, most commonly Archer before running away to Johto. Has a deep rooted and consistent fear that he’ll never amount to anything but “Giovanni's kid”. Was extremely tight lipped about his upbringing to the trio, especially after learning of his loose connection to Lyras father’s passing. Finally told them the truth of his family after the defeat and final disbandment of Team Rocket.

♡ Originally extremely standoffish, condescending and at times, aggressive. As an adult is still quite serious and independent, but genuinely enjoys the time he spends with his friends and is surprisingly protective of them - especially Lyra and Kris. As time passed, his anger towards his father evolved more into guilt, however, over the years has become more patient, gentle and forgiving with not only others but himself. He still can come off quite intimidating to strangers, but these changes are noticeably visible to those close to him. While usually a quiet person, has a very dry and witty sense of humour that takes most people by surprise.

♡ Mentored by Lance, and later Blue, and spends a large amount of time training in the Dragons Den. While unsure of what direction he wants his life to go into, Lance is adamant he would make a fantastic gym leader or elite four member. Always accompanies Lyra to the yearly Champion Balls and Alola trips. Currently lives in a small beachside bungalow with Lyra in Cherrygrove where he enjoys spending his free time reading and teaching himself guitar.

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ethan + 21

♡ The childhood friend of Lyra, Ethan was raised by his father and grandparents in New Bark. Extremely courteous, friend & family oriented and easy to talk to. A natural comic and can make even the straightest face people crack a slight smile - Red being his proudest achievement. Lax and slightly ditsy but can adapt to any situation and group of people like a flick of a switch. Not the best at articulating himself but always puts 110% into making sure people feel comfortable through his actions.

♡ Completed the 8 Johto gyms but never challenged the Elite Four & Lance in favour for persuing his true passions. Currently works at the Goldenrod Radio Tower where he co-hosts a program consisting of interviewing gym leaders, elite four, champions and other prolific battlers. At nights, does standup in the clubs in the Goldenrod Tunnel. Due to his easy-going nature and career, tends to knows everyone’s buisness + gossip and has crazy experiences with nearly any person imaginable.

♡ Currently lives in a small loft in Goldenrod. Spends his free time watching anime + cartoons or in the National Park either watching the Bug Contests, skating or talking to the old folks. Enjoys the nightlife of Goldenrod where he usually pulls Silver out to bar hop or spend hours playing Voltorb Flip.

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kris + 25

♡ Oldest and mother figure of the group. Was born and grew up in New Bark town with her mother before her cousin Lyra + aunt moved in with them when she was 11. The two shared the large upstairs bedroom growing up where Kris introduced Lyra to contests and the annual Champion & Wallace cups.

♡ Mature, soft spoken and extremely intellegent - both academically and socially. Because of this, can offer solutions on any issue on both a practical and emotional level, no matter the person and situation. Has unique relationships with all three kids but in general sees them as her younger siblings and takes the role as the 'older sister' very seriously. Has a warm and comforting presence, making those even to the likes of Silver feel comfortable confinding in her.

♡ Quite reserved and struggled with her purpose and sexuality growing up, espcially in rural Johto. After the death of her uncle and seeing her daughter’s interests in the Wallace Cups and contests, her mother moved the two to the Hoenn region, settling in Lilycove City when Kris was 13. While starting her gym challenge in the new region, Kris fell in love with Hoenn's unique weather patterns and ecosystems. Eventually she quit the gym challenge to peruse a career as a meteorologist where she now works at the weather institute. When not working, she enjoys attending contests, museums and scuba diving. Finally feeling settled in life, she came out to her family + the trio when she was 20.

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[itspileofgoodthings]

one time my mom was talking about something, I don’t remember what, and she said “have you ever known the poverty of having nothing to say?” and when I say nothing has ever punctured my heart quite like that statement

[steelthroat]

Just made another weird dream in which animated Optimus was arguing with (what I think was) Sentinel (idk it was an orange and blue silhouette)

And at some point he said "yeah my lord doesn't flame... he fires 😎🤙" talking about Megatron...

I have no idea of what's the meaning behind this??? Like idk I guess Optimus/I meant "he's not all talk he is a man of action?" Like "he doesn't talk behind someone's back(flame) he straight up kills you (fires)"????

Idk abshfjhfjgjggjugi

[starlooove]

Fanfics that have obvious audience stand ins for the characters are sooo funny

Jason walks into the manor and it’s like: “Dickface! I know you have a myriad of sex related issues you don’t want to talk about that I’ll make sure to squeeze out of you and unpack later, but that doesn’t mean you can just tell babybird to go to Arkham for being so smart and right all the time! And you need to put that feral animalistic killer on a leash and tell him that being an abused 10 year old is no reason to reflect the behaviors he’s learned and there’s nothing racist about that at all! I would say something about Cass but she’s literally perfect and there’s nothing wrong with me taking that at face value and refusing to explore her beyond that and Duke is at school or Dayshift or wherever the fuck else he’s supposed to be that nobody actually cares about, and there’s nothing racist about this either! Also none of these behaviors reflect anything about Bruce as a person at all except for that he’s bad at communicating and doesn’t like expwessing his feewings 🥺🥺🥺🥺. Now I’m gonna go make a quiche with Alfred who also has nothing to do with anything because even though he’s all seeing he also doesn’t know shit ever!”

“No Jason, Wait!” tim cries, “don’t forget that you’re also a part of this family and Bruce wants you here despite literally everything! I forgive you for everything you’ve ever done no matter how bad it was and now we can be the bestest of friends because…well…because you’re MY robin! And I ONLY became Robin to stop that grown man from killing himself and it has nothing to do with my personal wants, because I’m just an employee 🥺🥺🥺 Please just disregard literally everything that’s happened until this point and come home! Nothing will change on our front but if you stop killing people you can be a bat once again, and hey….if you’re feeling up to it we can have an emotionally charged moment where you get over the pit madness somehow only you got and save me from something that targeted me because of how smart and cool I am. Deal?”

Jason pauses. “Deal.”

“Well….that just happened,” Steph awkwardly exclaims, standing in the doorway in her signature purple sweater holding a plate of hot waffles. “Agreed…” shows up on the screen of the bat computer…the all knowing oracle strikes again….

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

Shook's Weekly OCs: #001

Starting off, we have Neima! I was going to include her un-sealed appearance on here too, but I realized after drawing it that... I actually didn't really like the design and thought it was way too cluttered-

So that one will show up later after I have some time to redesign-

But anyways, to actually talk about Neima-

She's a vengeful spirit, though her grudge has long since been resolved, so she's free to move on to the afterlife whenever she pleases (so doesn't really care to though)

She seems to have something against the Inori Shrine. Either that or she just enjoys picking fights with the shrine maidens there.

Though she's been sealed away at the moment, she is more than capable of breaking herself out. She just doesn't want to right now.

She's an incredibly powerful magician who specializes in sun and moon themed magic

She has (allegedly) tried to take over the world in the past

It should be Very Obvious what she's inspired by. Or rather, who.

There is more, but I'll save it for the post with her other design lol-

But yeah! These posts are just gonna be quick little bullet-point things with art and such, nothing super huge but. I hope you enjoy me talking about my funny little guys as much as i enjoy talking about them :]]]

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

I just finished Orlando by Virginia Woolf and maybe it's the burnt-out student in me who's deep in her exam phase rn but I'm- I dunno, I chose this book for my literature exam a year ago, knowing basically nothing about Woolf besides the fact that she was a famous writer (yeah is a bit embarrassing as a linguistics and literature student but hey, I'm technically still in my second year of literature so bohoo) - and I read Orlando and... I don't really feel it? Like maybe it's because I barely have time to read and analyze all the works on my reading list for my exam but uhh- or the fact that as a non-native speaker, overly descriptive and flowery language is really hard to understand for me and it makes it boring but... I don't like her writing style. Like the excessive nature descriptions and Orlando's self-talk and seemingly a bit weird mind.

I just think it's so strange because I was like uh Woolf is well-known, feminist and queer icon kinda so like yayyy!! But here I am and my rating is 6/10. Like I like the premise (like trans rep??), the acknowledging of gender roles, the comments of the biographer, the various references to other works and writers of the Elizabethan age, Restoration etc. but I just don't feel that it's that amazing. Maybe I'm just ignorant. I'm working on 2 braincells rn so it might be that but honestly, somebody tell me what makes this story that great, thw writing so marvellous because for me it's just mid rn. Help me change my mind and maybe enlighten me?

[thebirdandhersong]

"Therefore, brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labour in the Lord is not in vain." -1 Corinthians 15:28

[totheidiot]

people will find any excuse to hold each other's hand.

[brothersgrim]

I know it's 4 am but AAAAAAAAAAA

[threeostrichesinacoat]

Only 9 days in and 2024 already sucks, I’m starting to think that it’s going to be another 2020

[schadhauser]

🎣 links instagram / website hi tumblr

[caveiratimida]

Whole Lot Of Shakin' Going On

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carole Bradshaw/Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Carole Bradshaw Additional Tags: Couple goals, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, First Meetings, Pre-Canon, Rock and Roll, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a Little Shit, True Love

Summary: It was exactly then when Nick Bradshaw wasn’t looking for anything that someone somewhere decided he should meet a challenge to question everything he thought he knew about love. It was exactly when Carole Sheridan crashed into the tall man that the Rock n' Roll music came alive. Notes: I love Goose and Carole, to the point where I also made a playlist that inspired this fic. A major inspiration is also @boasamishippershipper’s amazing fic of don’t need money, don’t take fame which I highly recommend!! P.S I am not from the states and had to guess. I don't know about the rest of the community but I see Goose being from Tennessee and Carole from Virginia so if you have a helpful state idea, better dialogue comment or a sounder surname suggestion for Carole I am open to ideas! I suggest watching this Blue Suede Shoes cover when Goose does (it is exactly how I imagine he would do it). There are songs referenced here I will reveal them in the tags for all the easter egg aficionados >:) This fic can also be found on Ao3

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When Susie Lou stepped all over Nick “Goose” Bradshaw’s heart as she dumped him for some other Joe, he really thought that was it for him. Susie had been his longest. The way she ended it, ignoring his surprised calls from the other side of the street when he saw her clinging to a new man’s arm only to say goodbye with a mocking “See You Later, Alligator” was a whole new level of hurt he had ever experienced. Even Bill Haley himself would be nursing a bruised heart and ego. Heck, he and Lou hadn’t even liked the same music, that should have been the first warning sign it wouldn’t end well for him.

No, Goose would never be able to balance a career in the Navy and a girl of his own at the same time. That was it, he refused to fool himself anymore with something stable. It was either the Navy or just plain gravy. Of course, Pete didn’t agree as he patted him on the back for support in his trying times (”Come on, Nick, she ain’t worth any more of your time. There is someone out there who will actually like your honking laughter.” ). Then again, Nick wasn’t very reassured by that reasoning and felt that his best friend, that Maverick, didn’t really understand given his own aversion to long-term commitments. Bradshaw was a hopeless romantic, he couldn’t help it.

Still, despite his heartbreak, life did indeed go on with new classes, new piloting manoeuvres and new bars to try out at night. Yet, no matter how much he tried. No matter how much of that alcohol bravery he tried to get, Goose just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t start a conversation that lead nowhere emotionally safe with the opposite gender. How Mav did it with anyone, he couldn’t understand. At least as time went by, Nick began to worry less about who was around and more about the opportunity to get to play the piano. He couldn’t even recall the name of the place they were in now and where Mav was but that was okay, there was a piano and that had been his steadfast companion for the past hour. He laid his soul bare on those ivory keys and blasted out a spirited performance of Blue Suede Shoes. His Momma had been right, music was God’s greatest gift and helped remedy almost anything. It would never leave him or ask him to be something he was not.

It was exactly then when Nick Bradshaw wasn’t looking for anything other than flying that someone somewhere decided he should meet a challenge to question everything he thought he knew about love and loving. A rowdy lady in a loose-fitted yellow dress with the unruliest hair he had ever seen literally fell and crashed into him mid-song. Life is funny that way, and when Goose’s gaze caught hers and saw how blue her eyes were the only thought his brain could come up with was Good Golly Miss Molly.

That was it. He was done for.

Meanwhile, Carole Sheridan’s own thoughts that had been preoccupied with getting the heck out of the joint and finding her friend Mary also came to a grinding halt. But more due to mortification than fancy. Oh, if her Pa knew what she had done and saw her now there would be hell. It wasn’t her fault really! It wasn’t the original plan at all.

Sure it started off well, agreeing to meet up with Mary at the bar for a catch-up. As expected, Mary was huffin’ and puffin’ about the latest stupid thing her man David had done. Carole listened wholeheartedly, ignoring her desire to move closer to the live music and yet, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. She was starting to feel the words of Connie Francis in Stupid Cupid a bit too much. Carole was tired of finding half-commitments. Mary looked like she was about to ask her about the frown on her face when suddenly there were a pair of less-than-desired fellows ruining their perfectly good girls-only evening.

What else could Carole do when they didn’t take the polite “I am flattered but not interested.”, “No, thank you, really.” and, “I said no.” for an answer? She wasn’t going to just stand there as the closest reached out to grab Mary’s arm, no sir. It was a perfectly normal reaction to throw her drink at the sleazy culprit’s face and use the moment of shock to step on his accomplice’s nearest foot as hard as she could before yanking Mary Ann by her shoulders and running into the crowdiest side of the bar. Just to be extra sure, she ordered Mary to go hide in the ladies’ room. Her plan was simple, keep the dogs focused on her, tire them out as she avoided them through the crowd and then meet up with Mary. And it worked until she walked herself into a corner and the both of them crept closer and closer. So what else could she do than try and weasel out through the space between the piano live act and the crowd? Perhaps thinking longer about an alternative would have been the right answer. Maybe this is also why she couldn’t find a long-term man because she didn’t seem to think things through long enough.

“Oh Gosh, I am so sorry!”, were the first words out of her mouth as she tried to scramble off the stranger’s lap. Without the lively music, the crowd was mostly stunned in silence, watching the scene unfold. A somewhat small dark-haired man was pushing through and only stopped when he was an arms-length away from the piano player. Speaking of the piano. She didn’t seem to have ruined the instrument or injured herself with the crash but oh her favourite dress got ripped! Now both Ma and Pa were going to rip her a new one.

“Great! Just great!”, she tried to wriggle out with the most composure possible but her reputation was sinking by the minute the longer she stayed tangled with this stranger. Handsome or not, it wasn’t good-looking for her.

“…”

She turned to face her poor victim and he seemed uninjured too, just very stiff and quiet as he gawked at her. His adam’s apple bopped up and down as he tried to gulp down a reaction. Carole thought he looked a little bit like a shocked bird with his big brown expressive eyes and mouth open like that.

“Ahem, a little help please!!”, her cheeks were beginning to flush in embarrassment when it was clear she wouldn’t be able to do it alone.

“Of course, Ma’am! Sorry!”, her commanding tone seemed to snap the man out of his trance and within seconds he was putting his big and rough hands under her arms to help her up. Nick gave her a nervous but big smile.

Carole thought he looked kind.

“That was quite the landing you did. I am All Shook Up from it”, Goose is sure that somewhere from behind him he can hear Pete trying to muffle a laugh at his attempt at easing the situation using Elvis but he didn’t care. Especially when it seemed to do the trick and the lady who was now safely detangled rewarded him with a bright smile of her own.

”Thankfully, I had a big Teddy Bear to fall on.”

Guess his Momma had been right about another thing too: when true love found you it would pack a punch.

”Well…Pilot Nick Bradshaw ready and willing for the next crash, Ma’am”, he gave her an exaggerated salute and reached out to shake her hand. He didn’t push or force her to take it.

He just waited. Carole began to think that maybe the turn of events hadn’t been so bad after all. Maybe she didn’t need to tone down anything about herself, not if she had a diamond in the rough of a man just by barrelling into him.

”You can call me Carole. Or Reet Petite.”

Were Goose not overcome by his heartbeat hammering in his chest due to being so close to someone so stunning, he would have noticed that two angry-looking individuals heading their way and Maverick pulling up his arm sleeves getting ready to show some fists. But he wasn't able to. Not when he had a feeling that this woman was about to rock his world.

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

shook talks way too much about her ocs, episode 1: generational trauma!!!!!

slight context: this literally only exists bc i was thinking about two of my ocs that are distant relatives, and kept forgetting how exactly they were related so i decided to draw out a family tree for my own reference

and then wrote a 4 page lore and info dump to accompany it, which could have been much longer tbh i definitely left some stuff out-

anyways here's the family tree, lore dump beneath the cut, enjoy(? i guess lol)

notes:

The Families The Tayasu are a long running lineage of yokai hunters who are known both for their skill in their craft and extreme prejudice against the non-humans they hunt. They are a primarily patriarchal line, with the eldest son typically taking over as head of the family, though there have been exceptions to this. Notable examples include the family's first head, Tayasu no Ayumi, who was a woman, and the current head, Tayasu Masahiko, who is the youngest out of his brothers. Typically any sons who do not become head of the family for whatever reason will either marry into other familys, taking on the surname of said other family in the process, or leave to pursue their craft on their own. Examples include Jun'ichi Inori and Tayasu Aiiro, who will be discussed more in depth later on. The line also seems to be more prone to developing supernatural abilities, though this is not true for all members and often takes the form simple sensing abilities rather than anything extraordinary.

The Inori are similarly a long running lineage who are believed to have descended from the Kami Inori (note: i will be italicizing his name so it's easier to tell when i'm actually referring to him), and serve as shrine maidens in his service. They are a matriarchal line, with every Inori to date having had at least one daughter, and succession is decided by which heirs are able to commune with Inori himself, though there have been cases in which none are able, in which the most capable candidate is often chosen. Due to the nature of their work, which often involves battling spirits, yokai, and other malicious entities, many of the Inori lineage die young. The oldest known head of the family was Inori Reina, who passed away at 66 after serving as the family head for much longer than usual due to her daughter, Inori Chika's, death at the age of only 23. All Inori are born with the inherent ability to sense non-humans, as well as a natural talent for spiritual and exorcism techniques, though their specific strengths will vary by individual.

The Individuals Inori Haruka was the daughter of Inori Chika. Her mother's death spawned a deep hatred of yokai within her. As a result, she nearly exclusively trained herself in combat, and married a heir of the Tayasu in the hopes of producing a child with exceptional yokai exterminating abilities. She never capable of hearing Inori's voice, a fact which drove her mad. Died when Inori Rei was 8.

Inori Jun'ichi was the eldest son of his generation of Tayasu. He married into the Inori family due to his lack of combat ability, though he quickly embraced their lifstyle and picked up some spiritual techniques. Despite, or perhaps because of, his lack of combat ability, he sought for his child to be exceptionally talented. Died when Inori Rei was 8

Inori Rei is the current Inori shrine maiden, as well as the youngest when taking over the position. Though she both claims to hate yokai and is exceptionally skilled with spiritual and exorcism techniques, as well as combat in general, she only goes after those who are actively causing trouble, and rarely ever truly exterminates them. She is however, very emotionally closed off and acts coldly towards most. Has been able to hear the voice of Inori since she was very young.

Inori Mars is the son of a craftsman who ran away from home at a young age in pursuit of the arcane arts. Though he has little to no natural magical talent, he has nonetheless become a powerhouse in his craft through a combination of hard work and supplemental devices of his own making. He and Inori Rei make a surprisingly good team.

Inori Shin is the next in the line of succession, and will be the first man to ever have the position. Though he is not as capable as his mother, he still has very strong natural abilities, as well as having a very good handle on said abilities for his age. He is calm and thoughtful, preferring pacifism when possible but willing to achieve peace through combat if need be. Is able to hear the voice of Inori, though less clearly than his mother.

Inori Yoku is the twin sister of Inori Shin and the first female Inori to not become a shrine maiden. This is due both due to her lack of desire to do so, as well as her inability to hear the voice of Inori. She is extremely energetic and tends to be obsessive, but has an incredible natural talent for magic. Likes to cause problems and play pranks.

Tayasu Aiiro is the middle son of his generation of Tayasu. He rejected the position of family head to pursue his craft of yokai hunting, though his natural coldness made him the less likely candidate regardless of his place in the order of succession and incredible natural combat ability. Has the ability to sense non-humans.

Tayasu Masahiko is the youngest son of his generation of Tayasu, and current head of the family. He is kind and generous to his fellow man, but becomes ruthless and unforgiving when dealing with non-humans. His combat prowess is exceptional, having even slain oni in the past, but his current focus is training his daughter to take over as head of the family. Has the ability to sense non-humans.

Tayasu Mieko is the eldest daughter of a well known family of martial artists who married into the Tayasu family. She is incredibly kind and loving, often going above and beyond for her family. She also has incredible combat prowess due to her upbringing, though prefers peace over violence. Has slight telekinetic abilities.

Tayasu Hatsue is the eldest child of the current generation of Tayasu, and next in line to be head of the family. This is due in no small part to the resemblance she bears to the family's original head, Tayasu no Ayumi, both physically and in demeanor. She is considered to be a prodigy, and is well loved due to her cheery demeanor. Surprisingly has no supernatural abilities.

Tayasu Hidemi is the middle child of the current generation of Tayasu. He has next to no combat ability, and cares more for romance than yokai extermination. He is kind but tends to come off as quite vain, and hopes to marry into a different influential family one day. Has the ability to sense how someone is truly feeling.

Tayasu Shino is the youngest child of the current Tayasu generation. She does not share the prejudice for non-humans that the rest of the Tayasu typically have, something which has led her family to entirely ignore her existence at the behest of her father. It is not known how most of them feel about this decision, but she has become cold and isn't very emotive as a result. She is very skilled at hand-to-hand combat, and has the highest potential for supernatural powers of any Tayasu to have ever existed. Primarily has psychic abilities like telekinesis and can sense non-humans, though her abilities are still developing.

if you made it to the end then uh

feel free to ask some questions or let me know who your fave is or whatever idk ckhjvbc

and also thank you thank you for reading all of my insane ramblings-

[intoxicated-chan]

angsty fight between miguel and wife!reader

and then they make up yayayayay

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel has been pushing you away for some time now. After a talk with a friend, you and Miguel try to sort things out.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “DANCING IN THE DARK” by Joji. Writing this made me think back on past crushes/lovers. But thank you for your request! I am also holding back on writing smut because it keeps getting labeled and it takes me longer to write.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.4k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, angst-to-fluff, swearing, Miguel is kinda a dick head, mentions of sleep deprivation…

Want more Miguel content? Check out my MASTERLIST!

You stood in his cold and dark office. The best source of light was his laptop but his huge frame blocked most of the light. You managed around the crumbled paper and thrown desk objects with a plate in hand.

“Miguel?” You peer over his shoulder, “I made you dinner.”

He nods.

“You know you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

He nods again.

“And you know that you’ve been here for a long time. I think it’s best for you to-”

“Take a break?” Miguel interrupts you, “I don’t have time for that.”

“Miguel, I’m sure whatever it is, it can wait a few minutes. All I’m asking is for you to eat something.” You try to set the plate down.

“I thought I made it clear that I do not want to be bothered. You’re distracting me. Leave.”

He didn’t mean it like that… He didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it like that…

“But Mig-”

“I said go.” He growls, his eyes turning its blood red from anger, “You’re becoming a nuisance.”

He didn’t mean it like that.

“Okay.” You tried not to let the crack in your voice show. You didn’t even bother to leave the plate behind because you knew it was going to be wasted.

“And don’t bother me again.” You heard him say as you left his office.

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you burst into tears. But your hands shook, nearly dropping the plate.

You choked down your sobs and let your tears fall, the plate was left in the fridge, and you pushed yourself to your bedroom. It was basically yours now since Miguel was sleeping in his office.

The sheets no longer lingered on his cologne and any sign of his presence was gone, other than his clothing and a few photos. The room has become a mess of discarded clothing, old plates and cups, and candy wrappers.

How long has it been since Miguel showed affection? Or even looked at you?

This was normal behavior for Miguel, right? You should know, you’re married to him. You’re his wife. But he experienced loss, unlike you. You didn’t want to judge him for how he deals with his emotions, he’s emotionally distant. You knew that from the start.

And because of this, you felt like he deserved more than what you could give him. It’s what kept you going through the many times Miguel tore your heart, how it squeezed in pain at his actions and words. How you look the other way and ignore his hurtful words.

You couldn’t sleep. You left the still cold bed and dressed in something warm and headed up to the roof.

You sat on the edge, looking at Nueva York. How beautiful it looked during the night, which is one of the reasons why you liked sitting up here.

“Sitting all by yourself?” You tense up only to relax when you know that voice, “At this time? All alone?” Peter B. lands next to you, his daughter in his arms.

“I would ask my husband to join me but he’s too busy.” You respond truthfully.

“Again? He’s been at this all week.” He sits next to you.

“Yeah.” You huff.

“And… how are you holding up?”

“I’m fine.”

“Really? Because it doesn’t look like it.” He offers Mayday who reaches out to you.

You take her and set her down on your lap, “I just don’t know what to do, everything I do seems to bother Miguel. Checking up on him, bringing him food. It feels like he’s doing this on purpose.”

“Miguel’s always been difficult and from the time I spent with him… He’s different, not like the rest of us. He’s accepted his fate as Spider-Man and believes he’s destined for bad things 24/7. But good things do come along, like you. I think… I think he’s trying to come to terms that he can get it because he deserves it.”

Mayday coos, pulling at your hair, “And I think Miguel is scared. He puts on his tough act because he has to, yet he’s afraid to admit he’s scared. Normally, people would’ve given up on him. Why haven’t you?

“Till death do us part. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t give up on him because when you love someone, you love them every single day as who they are.”

“Talk about romantic.”

“Oh please.” You look down at Mayday, “Plus I think-”

“There you are.” You jump and this time, you remain tense, “I was looking for you.”

“Now you’re looking for me?” You respond, refusing to turn your head.

“It’s late, (Y/n). It’s dangerous.”

“I’m here, she’s alright.” Mayday jumps into her father’s arms.

“I’ve already had enough of you. Please, (Y/n).”

“It’s fine.” You tell him, following Miguel inside.

You head to the bedroom, “Where are you going?”

“Bed.”

“(Y/n)-”

“I’m tired and I do not want to be bothered. That includes you too, Miguel.”

“Excuse me?” He follows you into the bedroom.

“You heard me.”

“Please, (Y/n), talk to me.” Miguel begs.

“I’m sorry, did you just say talk? Like I have been trying to do for the past week?”

“(Y/n)-”

“You know what? No, no. You do not get to try to get me to talk after all of this. I have been trying, I have been all in. All I asked of you was to look after yourself.”

“I know.”

“You know? You KNOW?” You scoff rather loudly, “Did you know that Lyla has even talked to me about your behavior? I’m worried about you Miguel. All the damn time, even more when I see you not eating and staying up all night. All I ask is one minute, one bite of the damn food.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Is sorry all you have to say? Not even a half assed excuse?” You see Miguel trying to form a sentence but nothing leaves his left and his head hangs low, “I need to be alone.”

You walk past him but he grabs your arm, “Please don’t leave.” He says, “Please don’t walk out that door.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, you could have the bed.” You look up at him.

“I love you, (Y/n). I know I don’t say it as much but I fucking love you. He’s right, you know. I am scared. Scared of everything. Because at first, I didn’t think I could have that, have you. You let me hurt you and that is unforgivable.”

He’s crying. Looking right at you, letting himself be bare right in front of you. His grip on your arm loosens and his hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks. You could hear his staggered breathing, trying to keep himself composed.

“But I wasn’t lying when I said I love you, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted a family, and I wasn’t lying when I said that you make me believe in love.”

“I’m always here for you, Miguel. You don’t have to go through things alone, but when you want to, I’m here.” You take one of his hands into yours, pulling it away from your face but keeping a tight hold on it.

“It’s not that easy. I hurt you, I understand why you don’t want to.”

“I love you, Miguel. We’ll work on this. I promise you.” After a moment, Miguel practically tackles you, nearly falling to the ground. The hug is tight and warm, and you could feel your shirt become wet with Miguel’s tears.

“You’re okay, right?” His voice cracks as he speaks through his sobs, “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I promise you, I am okay.” You whisper.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You can start by getting some rest. But you’ve got a lot of apologies O’Hara.”

You don’t know how long you and Miguel stayed like this, nor did you care. All you cared about was Miguel and he felt complete at last.

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission.

[theostrophywife]

heaven and back.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott.

song inspiration: heaven and back by chase atlantic.

author's note: poly! matty and theo just hits different. the teamwork that these two would put in. whew baby that's a one way ticket to st. mungo's. these men break backs, not hearts 😏

You were good at playing games. 

As a matter of fact, Mattheo and Theodore would argue that you were a little too good. 

After all, you met your boyfriends during one of Malfoy’s infamous game nights in which you swindled Mattheo and Theodore out of a few hundred galleons during a tense round of magical poker. Ever since that fateful night in fourth year, the three of you became inseparable. Thanks to your slyness, the first Saturday of every month was deemed sacred to your fellow Slytherins. Game nights were reserved for drinking and debauchery, which just so happened to be your specialty.

Though the entirety of Hogwarts coveted an invitation to the longstanding tradition, very few were allowed a glimpse into the inner workings of the serpent’s nest. Tonight, the guest of honor was none other than the Gryffindor golden girl—Hermione Granger. She and Draco only started dating a month ago, but anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was quite smitten. Before Hermione, Draco had never invited a significant other to game night. 

You were determined to give Hermione a warm Slytherin welcome. Hence the special potion you brewed just for the occasion. 

With a smirk, you produced the potion from your back pocket. The liquid sloshed around in the glass vial, the iridescent purple mixture flecked with specks of glitter. 

“I know that look.” Theo remarked, pulling you into his lap. “What sort of trouble are you brewing, dolcezza?” 

Mattheo chuckled and nestled against his shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Teddy. You know we both benefit from her mischief. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You smiled, ruffling Mattheo’s curls. “You’re absolutely right, Matty. Tonight, everyone will reap the rewards of my tricks. I concocted a special little potion that’ll make game night a little more interesting.”

Pansy raised a perfectly groomed brow. “What exactly does this little concoction of yours do, Y/N? The last time I drank something you brewed, I ended up streaking through the quidditch pitch.” 

“As I recall, I was right beside you, Pans.” Your friend chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Consider this a social lubricant. It takes the edge off, makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. It’s the perfect balance between feeling tipsy and high. Lowers those pesky inhibitions.” 

Draco scoffed. “If this group lowers their inhibitions any further, we’d all be expelled.” 

“That’s why we have you, Dray. What good is the Malfoy fortune if it can’t bail us out of sticky situations?”

“Need I remind you that the last sticky situation almost ended with Enzo in the infirmary after Mattheo and Theo convinced him to race backwards on their brooms.”

Hermione watched the back and forth exchange, absorbing the interaction with a small smile. 

“Draco’s exaggerating, of course. Anyone would’ve missed the whomping willow in the dark.” The Golden Girl chuckled as you sent her a conspiratory wink, causing Draco to sigh in exasperation. “Besides, Berkshire had fun. Didn’t you, Enz?”

“Oh, loads. I had a blast pulling twigs from my arse for two hours straight afterwards.” 

“See? You’re not talking us into taking another one of your poisons, Y/N.”

Enzo shook his head. “Speak for yourself, cousin. I’m definitely in.”

The rest of your friends expressed their agreement. Even Blaise, who would never dream of drinking anything besides the finest vintage, was eager to participate. Mostly to see the others make a fool of themselves, which was perfectly fine by you.

Draco rolled his silver eyes. “Fine. You lot are going to end up talking me into it, anyways.”

“What about you, Hermione? Would you like a sip as well?”

Her warm, honey brown eyes darted around the room. Draco clasped her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love. I’m only agreeing because I don't want to have to take care of these heathens.”

You nodded empathically. “No pressure, Hermione. You can say no if you’d like, but I am rather proud of my little concoction and it would be an absolute honor if the golden girl partook in our debauchery. After all, you’re dating Draco. You might as well get used to it now.”

A mischievous grin pulled at Hermione’s lips. She shrugged nonchalantly, her curls cascading over her shoulder. “Why the bloody hell not?” 

“That’s the spirit, Granger!” cheered Pansy. 

You smirked in response and slithered out of your boyfriend’s lap. Both Mattheo and Theo watched intently as you crawled across the plush ornate rug, slowly making your way towards the Gryffindor. Hermione sucked in a breath, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty blush. Her hands, which were laid in her lap in the most prim and proper way, twitched when you knelt before her on the sofa. 

Behind you, Mattheo mumbled something into Theo’s ear. When you glanced over your shoulder, your boyfriends were staring directly at you, anticipating your next move. You responded with an innocent smile before turning back to Hermione. 

With  a sly smile, you held her honey eyed gaze and tapped her bottom lip. “Open up, love.” 

Hermione swallowed thickly before parting her lips. You gently cradled her jaw before tipping the vial into her mouth, pouring a generous amount of potion for the golden girl. She looked up at you expectantly, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. 

You rewarded her with a cheeky wink. “Good girl, Granger. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

She shook her head, the flush on her cheeks mimicking her house colors as you wiped a droplet of liquid off of her lips with your thumb. Beside her, Draco sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, stop putting the moves on my girlfriend.” 

“What’s the matter, Dray? Are you scared I’ll steal Hermione away from you?” 

“You can hardly blame me. You’re a shameless flirt, Y/N.” 

You placed a hand over your heart, feigning offense. “Why, I’d never dream of flirting with your lady. You know how jealous my boys get.” 

Your boyfriends shook their heads, clearly amused at your attempt to rile Draco up. Truly, your friend made it too easy. You chuckled as the blonde glared at you. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s your turn. Maybe the potion will loosen you up, yeah?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pour the potion into his mouth. You moved down the line, doing the same for Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo. The latter grinned as you ruffled his hair. After Enzo, the only ones remaining were Theo and Mattheo. 

“Come here, cara mia.” Theo said, beckoning you with two fingers. “Mattheo and I are waiting.” 

“I saved the best for last, boys.” 

Mattheo smirked as he pulled you into his lap. You settled against him, making yourself right at home. He kissed the side of your neck, smiling against your skin. “Go on, then. Don’t leave Theo hanging.” 

You nodded, body heating as Mattheo rubbed your thighs. Theo raised a brow, his watercolor eyes settling over you. Licking your lips, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander. Your boyfriend looked rather casual in his emerald jumper and dark jeans, but there was something about the way that Theo carried himself that exuded sex appeal. The cocky smirk on his handsome face told you that he was well aware of the effect he had on you.

Theo cocked his head towards you and opened his mouth. You tipped the vial past his lips, admiring how plush and pouty they looked. Lust darkened your boyfriend’s watercolor eyes as he watched you through hooded lids. The potion dribbled off his chin, making you giggle. 

“Oops, I spilled.” You licked the remnants off, lapping up the liquid all the way to the corner of his lips. Mattheo’s fingers dug into your hips as you finished off your little show with a kiss. 

Theo grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t take kindly to being teased. Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, Theo groaned softly and slid his tongue into your mouth, giving you a filthy open-mouthed kiss before pulling away and winking. 

Across the room, Hermione flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. “Oh,” she whispered softly. 

Mattheo chuckled, his laughter caressing your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He turned you over in his lap and tapped his lips. “Me next, princess.” 

“Open wide, Matty.” 

“Funny. Usually I’m the one saying that to you.” 

Your friends groaned at the suggestive comment, but you only grinned in response. Mattheo parted his lips eagerly, not once breaking eye contact as he swallowed the potion. The intensity of his big, brown eyes made your hands shake, causing you to spill a few drops on your fingers. Your boyfriend took your middle and pointer finger into his mouth and sucked them clean. 

You gasped in surprise. Mattheo chuckled darkly, catching the vial before it slipped out of your fingers. Behind you, Theo tugged at your hair and titled your head back. 

“Your turn now, mi amor.” Mattheo drawled, his voice a seductive song in your ears. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear his next statement. “Be a good girl and swallow.” 

The eager nod made both of your boyfriends smirk. Theo gathered your hair in one hand, fisting your locks into a makeshift ponytail while Mattheo poured the last of the potion into your mouth. The liquid was strong and sweet, trailing down your throat and warming your body with a pleasant heat. 

“That’s my girl,” Mattheo said. Theo raised a brow, which made the curly headed boy laugh. “That’s our girl.” 

“Better,” Theo remarked before pulling you against him. 

You settled into his lap, watching the rest of your friends start a game of poker. As always, Draco was way too competitive. Blaise was hustling the hell out of him, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice. Pansy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders, leaning in every so often to whisper things in his ear that made him smile. 

Enzo reclined back on the couch, an endearing smile pulling at his lips as he took small sips of his firewhiskey. From his glazed eyes, you could tell that the potion was hitting him the hardest. 

Mattheo rested his head on your lap, tugging at your hand in a silent request to play with his curls. You obliged happily, scratching at his scalp and twirling his bouncy locks between your fingers. Every so often, he’d lean in and show you his cards, asking for advice. 

As the night progressed, the potion took its effects, loosening both lips and limbs. Theo’s long legs bracketed you from either side, the intoxicating scent of petrichor and cigarette smoke clinging onto him like your own personal drug. Mattheo stared lovingly up at you as you continued playing with his hair. 

When you looked up, you met Hermione’s inquiring gaze. She was leaned up against Draco, who kept an arm around her waist, absentmindedly drawing circles underneath her sweater. 

She cocked her head, a question forming in her brilliant mind. “So, how exactly does it work?” 

You leaned back against Theo’s chest, a playful smirk curving against your lips. “How does what work, love?” 

“Having…two boyfriends.” 

“You mean, being poly?” 

“Poly,” Hermione said, testing out the word. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her expression, just plain curiosity. Apparently, the Gryffindor girl’s innate hunger for knowledge extended to the intricacies of your relationship. “If you don’t mind me asking. How exactly does a poly relationship work?” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s like every other relationship,” you started, glancing at your two favorite people in the world. Mattheo and Theo smiled back. “We go on dates, we argue about stupid things, then we kiss and make up. Except sometimes the boys like to gang up on me.” 

Theo chuckled. “I reckon ganging up against you is the most fun that we have, dolcezza.” 

“I’d have to agree with Teddy,” Mattheo interjected as he grinned up at you. “We give teamwork a whole new meaning. Don’t we, princess?” 

“See,” you said, waving your arms between your boyfriends. “These sassy men will be the death of me.” 

Theo wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck. “You love us though.” 

“That I do,” you replied with a smile. 

“Do any of you ever get jealous?” asked Hermione. 

Theo nodded. “Of course, it’s a natural part of every relationship, but we have ways of working it out.” Your boyfriend smiled and kissed your cheek. “We just make sure no one feels left out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Mattheo’s forehead too.

Hermione hummed. “That sounds rather nice, actually.” 

“I wouldn’t call it nice,” Mattheo countered with a sly smile. “Y/N can get a little feisty sometimes. You should’ve seen what she did to Lavender for touching my shoulder last week.” 

Theo nodded in agreement. “It’s nothing compared to the fight she had with Cho after she tried asking me out. Poor girl thought that polyamory equates to having an open relationship. As if I’d ever need anyone else besides Y/N and Mattheo.” 

“So polyamory doesn’t translate to opening your relationship to others,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I’m learning so much.” 

Mattheo confirmed her statement with a nod. “Yes, we’re all very committed to one another. It’s only Y/N and Theo for me.” 

“While we all adore your wonderful little trio,” Draco cut in. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he would definitely not be open to sharing the golden girl with anyone else. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” 

You chuckled. “Such a party pooper, Malfoy. Don’t worry, Granger’s just asking for education purposes. Aren’t you, Mione?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N. You’re devious, you know that?” 

Theo smirked at his oldest friend. “Don’t be jealous cause she has more game than you, Dray.” 

“After all, that’s how she got us. Right, princess?” 

Draco sighed exasperatedly. You rolled your eyes fondly before saying goodbye to everyone. Pulling Hermione into a hug, you winked behind her back as Draco glared at you. 

“Thank you for indulging me,” Hermione said softly. “I feel thoroughly educated now.” 

“No problem, Mione.” 

You kissed her cheek before wrapping Draco into a hug as well. “Stay sharp, Dray. You’ll have to work harder to keep up with this one. Granger’s way out of your league.” 

Draco smiled. “I’m well aware.” 

Later that night as you laid in bed sandwiched between Mattheo and Theo, you felt the potion reach its peak. You giggled into Theo’s neck, squealing as Mattheo pressed his cold feet against your legs. The three of you were chatting about your day like you usually did, but thanks to the potion, one of you always got sidetracked, leading into cuddles and kisses mid sentence.

Matty spooned you from behind, his possessive grip snaked around your waist like a vice. “I’m not going to lie, watching you crawl towards Granger tonight did something to me.” 

“That’s her game, mio amato. You know she loves to tease.” 

You turned over to face him, an amused smirk toying at your lips. “I thought you liked my little games, Teddy. At least your lower half did. I could feel you pressing against me all night.” 

Theo smirked, grinding his erection against your thigh. “Can you blame me? You knew exactly what you were doing. Admit it, cara mia. You weren’t cozying up to Hermione just to get under Draco’s skin. You were doing it to rile us up too.” 

“It worked. I’ve been hard as fuck all night. The way you teased Granger had me thinking vile thoughts.” 

“So I’m not enough for you, Matty?” You jested, pouting your bottom lip at your boyfriend. “You want Draco’s girl too?” 

Within the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath Mattheo with your arms raised above your head as your boyfriend glared down at you. “No. If anything, you’re the one flirting with Granger like Theo and I aren’t enough to handle already. Maybe we should remind you who you belong to.” 

You hummed in agreement, biting back a smile. “Hmm, maybe you’re right, querido. I’m not opposed to a little refresher.” 

Theo shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, bella. You just want to be railed until you cry, don’t you? Such a little brat. You could’ve just asked for what you wanted.”

You batted your lashes in response. “But it’s so much more fun this way.” 

As retaliation, Mattheo flipped you over on all fours. With a smirk, he leaned back on the headboard and pushed down his gray heathered sweatpants as Theo crawled behind you. He gave no warning as he bunched up your nightdress, pressing a filthy kiss against your clothed sex. You were dripping for him, coating his lips with your taste as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s lap. You groaned as Mattheo pumped himself between slender fingers, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. He bucked into your mouth just as Theo plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“What was that, principessa?” Theo hummed against your aching cunt. “Matty and I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Mattheo laughed meanly as he gathered your hair in his fist, thrusting down your throat with a choked moan. “Put that smart mouth to work, sweetheart.” He thrust in lazily, barely giving you his tip. “Spit on it.” 

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you spit on Mattheo’s cock and watched as his head lolled against the headboard. “Teddy? Wanna give me a hand, pretty boy?”

With wide eyes, you gasped as Theo leaned over and pumped Mattheo in his hand before lining up his length against your lips. Theo kissed your cheek before shoving your head down to take inch after inch. Once Mattheo slid all the way in, he pulled out just to slam back in forcefully. You could feel Mattheo hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex while he smirked in satisfaction. 

“Gonna shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes as Mattheo continued to fuck your throat. As if that weren’t enough, Theo flicked his tongue on your clit and feasted on you from behind like a starved man. He took his sweet time, sloppily making out with your pussy and lapping up your arousal before slipping a finger inside, pumping you as you gagged on Mattheo’s cock. You groaned as Theo pried your legs apart, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, Theo began licking and teasing, his tongue flicking through your folds with expert precision. He sucked hard, lapping your juices up with fervent devotion. 

The potion increased the sensations tenfold, intensifying your pleasure as you bucked against Theo’s face. It seems that your less than innocent academic pursuit had truly paid off because both Theo and Mattheo seemed to be affected just as much. The current of the concoction surged through all three of you, slamming you with wave after wave of heady desire. It felt better than drunk sex or fucking while you were high. This was just unbridled lust and want, flooding you with the need to be nothing but an obedient fuck toy for your favorite boys. 

Mascara streaked down your cheeks as you cried out for more, fisting the sheets as your boyfriends occupied both of your needy holes. The cries of pleasure were muffled around Mattheo’s cock. Your boyfriend’s breathing grew ragged and his grip grew tighter, his abs rippling as he shot hot ribbons down your throat. 

“Good girl. So fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop of my cum like a perfect little whore. You’re flawless, Y/N.”

Theo made quick work of you afterwards. Warmth spread from your core, hot tendrils snaking all over your body as he pushed you to your first orgasm of the night. When Theo crooked his middle and pointer finger inside your gummy walls, you squirted into his mouth with a cry. Despite your cries of pleasure, Theo showed no signs of stopping. His cool breath fanned over your sensitive sex and you whimpered at his ravenous appetite, squirming away from Theo’s tongue. Displeased, Theo flipped you onto your back and dragged you towards him by the ankles. 

“I’m not done with you, tesoro.” 

Your boyfriend growled and glanced at Mattheo. “Hold her down,” Theo commanded, his pretty eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re done when I say you’re done. Sit back, look pretty, and let me eat your pussy until you’re sobbing. I’ll make you feel so good, bella. Surely you have another one in you, don’t you, Y/N?” 

You nodded, still reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm. Mattheo placed you on his lap, prying your lips open with his fingers. “Theo asked you a question, princess. Use your words.” 

Theo smirked. “Give her a minute. I think I’ve fucked her so dumb with my mouth and fingers that she can’t even form a sentence.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mattheo said with a chuckle. He caressed your jaw, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t you want to cum again, sweetheart? Either way, you don’t really have a choice. Theo’s going to feast on you no matter what you say. You know he hates being teased.”

“I can take it,” you said in a shaky voice. “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to make you both proud.” 

Theo smiled, revealing the dimples you loved so much. “I know you do, Y/N. We’re not stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets. Now come on, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

You swallowed thickly as Theo switched places with you, laying back on Mattheo’s lap while bringing your hips forward. Steadying yourself on Mattheo’s shoulder, you slowly lowered onto Theo’s face. You grinded against him slowly at first, minding your sensitive sex, but it wasn’t long before you were bucking into his mouth, riding his face like you’d ride his cock.

There was no other word to describe Theo but feral. He gorged himself on you, poking and prodding your wet cunt with his tongue and fingers until your head fell onto Mattheo’s neck, gasping against his skin while Theo’s fingers dug into your hips. You groaned as Mattheo kissed you roughly, whimpering at the overwhelming pressure already building in your core. 

As your moans and screams grew louder and louder, Mattheo gagged your mouth with his fingers, shoving his middle and pointer finger past your lips in an attempt to muffle the noise. 

“Are you trying to wake the whole castle up, princess?” 

“Let her,” Theo said, chuckling darkly as he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Let the whole castle hear what a desperate little slut she is for us.” 

You groaned as Theo picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue until you were coming undone in his mouth. The second orgasm was an out of body experience. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came with a cry. You could’ve sworn that you went to heaven and back.

As you collapsed backwards into Theo’s arms, your boyfriend grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. The taste of you lingered on his tongue and your eyes rolled back as Theo’s lips claimed yours. He chuckled when you chased his kisses. 

“Don’t be greedy, pretty girl. Matty wants a taste too.” 

Your lips parted in surprise as Theo grabbed the back of Mattheo’s head and kissed him hard, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip and they both groaned. Theo smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste. He patted Mattheo’s cheek before pulling you into his lap. 

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Theo cooed, caressing your cheek and rewarding you with neck kisses. “I love when you ride my face. You’re fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, pretty girl.” 

“Don’t go all soft now, cariño.” Mattheo teased, licking away the remnants of you from the corner of his mouth. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even fucked her yet.” 

Theo smiled down at you, wiping away the mascara streaks clinging to your cheeks. “Then by all means. Finish the job you started, Matty.”

“I intend to,” Mattheo replied as he loomed over you.

With a wink, Theo spread your legs apart and presented your sopping wet cunt to Mattheo like a present. He reached down and rubbed his middle and pointer finger against your clit, holding your hips in place as you arched off the bed. 

“Look at that. Pretty little pussy’s all nice and wet for us,” Theo said with a chuckle. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So insatiable, dolcezza. Maybe Mattheo and I should give you a double dose. Fuck you at the same time.” 

“Yes,” you breathed, mewling as Theo continued rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Please, please, I need it.” 

“Just a cockhungry little slut. You’re fucking greedy, mi amor. Begging for both of our cocks. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want. Fill you up like you need.” 

You whimpered in response as Mattheo manhandled you, pushing your face into the pillows while he lifted your perky arse in the air. He kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your folds. When you grinded against him for more, Mattheo’s palm landed on your right cheek with a hard smack. As you looked behind you, Theo winked before slapping your left cheek. The sting of his palm burned against your skin, making your eyes water. 

“What’s the matter, bella? I thought you wanted to play.”

“I do,” you breathed, gripping the sheets. “Please, Teddy. I need more. Spank me harder.” 

“Dirty girl,” Theo said fondly. “Ask and you shall receive.” 

As his palm came down on your ass over and over again, you gasped for breath, chasing air while Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. Theo leaned down to kiss the handprints on your arse, biting softly and embedding his mark onto your skin before mirroring Mattheo’s actions. Theo teased against your puckering hole and nodded at the curly headed boy beside him. 

He placed a soft kiss on Mattheo’s lips. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Mattheo responded with a grin. 

You braced yourself to take both of them, gripping the sheets while they filled you simultaneously. It was a tight fit and you could feel both of your boyfriends stretching your walls.

“Such a good girl,” Theo groaned, moving slowly so you could adjust to his girth. “Letting Matty and I stretch you wide open. Fuck, I love being inside of you. It feels like fucking heaven, tesoro.”

Mattheo groaned in agreement. “Your pussy’s so wet. Does it turn you on to be ruined like this?” You cried in pleasure, mewling as Mattheo took Theo’s hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “Feel that, mi corazón. Can you feel me fuck her deep, rearranging her insides?” 

“Merda, you two are going to be the death of me.” Theo said, his dead eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, I could cum just watching Matty move inside of you, Y/N.” 

As the two of them moved in sync, you gasped and panted, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. There were so many sensations all at once, overloading your senses, making you writhe and whimper while your boyfriends ruined you. Mattheo tilted your chin, praises dripping from his lips, sweat slicked skin glimmering a pretty golden shade in the dim light. 

The hard planes of his abdominal muscles rippled while he fucked you from behind, grasping at the base of your throat until you were gasping for air. “Who’s pussy is this?” Mattheo growled into your ear, his curls tickling your cheek while he released a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?” 

“You and Theo,” you breathed. “Only you and Theo.” 

Theo smiled at your answer, lacing your fingers together. “That’s right, principessa. You’re ours to love, to fuck, to worship. Don’t forget that.” 

“Oh gods,” you moaned, gripping Theo’s hand while wrapping your fingers around the hand that Mattheo had around your neck. “I’m yours and you’re both mine.” 

“Damn fucking right,” Mattheo said with a sharp thrust. 

As Mattheo’s breathing grew more ragged, you and Theo both knew that he would succumb first. Theo fisted Mattheo’s curls in one hand and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, swallowing the cry that left his lips as he came inside of you. The sensation of him filling you up was too much to handle and the orgasm rocked your body, making your limbs seize as that familiar white hot heat blinded your senses. 

Theo was the last to cum, pulling out of your sensitive hole so that Mattheo could wrap his lips around his cock. His endurance was rewarded with vulgar noises as Mattheo gripped his hips in place and sucked him dry.

When your third and final orgasm ran its course, you found yourself laying flat on your back, blinking back up at the ceiling as you regained control of your senses. Through the haze, you blinked and found Theo and Mattheo fussing over you, casting a cleansing spell and wiping your damp forehead with a clean cloth. With a smile, they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks before tucking you safely between them. You hummed, placing a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads. 

“You know you two are all I need, right?” 

Your boyfriends both nodded, curling against you. “Of course, mi corazón.” 

“You’re all we need too, cuore mio.”

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