#{ jealousy too but we’ll get to that lmao }

[leondxs]

Leondas curling up in his cell as much as he possibly can, trying desperately to hide from his captors despite being fully vulnerable. His fear overwhelming him until he breaks out into sobs, begging them not to hurt him again. Strangely enough, behaving more human than he ever has in his moment of raw terror.

[fredgeorgegredfeorge]

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

[angelsheartts]

୭ JEALOUSY ˚. ᵎᵎ ~

#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, angel dust, husk, valentino, vox, x gn reader.

#cw: jealousy?, +18 in valentino's/vox's part, suggestive content ig, cuss words lmao.

#notes: u guys don’t know how much i wanna know why lilith made a deal with adam, and how could she even fumbled lucifer.

⋆.ೃ- LUCIFER .

i don't think lucifer gets jealous easily, at least, but if he is jealous, he will surely become reallyyyy clingy and will try to show off. i mean, he's the sin of pride, after all.

being the partner of the king of hell really meant that there would always be people staring at you, even ones who had no shame at all and would flirt with you, sometimes even in front of lucifer.

"would you mind if I bought you a drink, sweetheart?" a powerful overlord asked you, making lucifer raise an eyebrow and look at the overlord with one of his annoyed characteristics expressions, and before you could even reply anything, lucifer had already bought you both the whole menu of drinks while clinging onto you. "do you think this is enough for you, (name)?" he asked, making the overlord stop bothering you both and making you gasp a soft sigh, knowing he did all of this with such an innocent face, as if he wasn’t getting annoyed just a second ago.

⋆.ೃ- ADAM .

his ego is too big for him to even consider the idea of being jealous, but boy, does he want to get rid of the fucking asshole who is talking to you.

even though you were adam's third wife/adam's first husband, you were nice to being around. not like your husband, who always made snarky comments about everything and everyone.

sometimes, though, people would flirt with you without you noticing, making your husband really irritated and dragging you away while flipping off the angel who initially flirted with you and making some snarky remarks about them. "(name), that bitch was literally fucking you with his eyes! you should have called me before, next time make sure to be around me, got it?" adam called out, making you giggle since his insults were sometimes so unexpected.

⋆.ೃ- ALASTOR .

alastor is the kind of guy who wouldn’t get jealous; maybe once an extermination you would see him acting a little possessive over you, but really, this guy knows your soul belongs to him, so why would there be a need to feel jealous?

actually, only your friends at the hazbin hotel where the only ones who knew about your relationship with alastor; it made sense, since he knew you could get in danger if someone else found out.

that didn’t meant that angel dust wouldn’t take the opportunity to flirt with you as a joke while trying to get a reaction from you. "(name), i think you would get pretty popular if you started to appear on my films" he said jokingly to you, while alastor just looked at him with his usual smile "i don’t think that (name) would want to get involved in that kind of stuff, angel dust, isn’t that right, dear?" alastor answered, kissing your cheek, and leaving you speechless since he mostly kept his affection for when the both of you where alone.

⋆.ೃ- ANGEL DUST .

for me, he may get jealous depending on who's hitting on you; if it’s some random imp, it won’t really bother him; he will just tell them to fuck off themselves and leave you alone, but if it’s someone like valentino, oh boy, he acts VERY different.

angel dust didn’t really like you being in the porn studios were he works, because he knows that valentino is waiting to say anything to you, and because he simply thinks you don’t belong in a place like that. he thinks you’re much better working at the hazbin hotel or wandering around the pride ring.

"(name), aren’t you a supportive one? you know that if you want, i could make you a star lik-" "val, we're on set soon" angel dust spoke, looking angrily at valentino. "well, looks like your little boyfriend doesn’t want me to talk to you; i’m sure we’ll have plenty of time the next time," valentino whispered, making you stand there awkwardly.

as you both were finally at the hazbin hotel, anthony asked you not to come next time, since he really didn’t want valentino talking to you ever again. "(name), you know i really don’t want to get you in trouble, and you know that outside of the studio we can do whatever the fuck we want, but still, thanks for the snack you brought." he said, smirking, and letting you cuddle into his arms like you always do after an exhausting day.

⋆.ೃ- HUSK .

husk would only get jealous or, well, mostly, frustrated if someone interrupted you both, like if you both are just having a wholesome moment and someone just steals your attention from him, he’s a cat after all AND will be grumpy afterward.

you were having a nice chat with husk while having a drink at his bar, but as he was explaining you something, alastor came along and asked you something between the lines of 'if you had seen charlie or vaggie' since he had to talk to them about some business about the hazbin hotel.

after alastor left, you turned to look at your partner, noticing how he had been growling this entire time. it wasn’t really loud, though. "tsk, that radio demon really needed to ruin the atmosphere," he said, making you give him a look "what? you know, i dislike the idea of him thinking that he can just do whatever he pleases with my stuff." hearing your partner's words, you knew you had to reassure him that even though alastor had interrupted you both, your attention was still set on him and no one else.

⋆.ೃ- VALENTINO .

he’s valentino, he surely and kind of obviously gets jealous whenever you’re talking to someone that isn’t him.

the workers in the studio know that since you worked there, you've only filmed with valentino; nobody questions why, and nobody really cares whatever reason their boss has to not let you fuck with others.

today, though, a worker intended to jokingly flirt with you. "(name), i think that if we make a video together, even the most pure souls would want to watch it" oh, well, that wasn’t even a little funny to valentino.

"such a slut for me, mmh? you really thought my sweet (name) would even think about fucking with you?" valentino smirked, while thrusting into you. he had his eyes set on the demon who flirted with you, not even caring about the fact that he was on set.

⋆.ೃ- VOX .

this man has the same jealousy problems, or even worse, than valentino. he's actually such an attention whore, so he obviously would despise everyone who tries to flirt with you.

actually everyone who works for the vees knows how jealous vox is, and that’s because this is a situation that often happens: if someone is even looking at you a little longer than usual, he will become insecure and try ANYTHING he can so he can have your attention on him. like i mentioned, he’s an attention whore.

today, the outfit that velvette chose for you might have made some people stare back at you. i mean he can’t judge them; you looked so fucking good in it, but hell does he want to have you all by himself, so what does he does? take you to his office so he can have you all by himself.

"(name)," he mutters while keeping his hands all over your body. "you knew what you were doing, huh? making everyone stare at your body, but i’m such a good partner for not making a fuss about it, right?" he asked, waiting for you to atleast praise him, 'cause like a already mentioned he’s an attention wh- lmao.

[ayyy-pee]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 - 𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓉?

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Pairing: Hotel Heir Satoru Gojo x Club Heiress Female Reader

Genre: Fake Dating/Arranged Marriage AU/Rivals to Lovers

WC: 4.4k

Summary: One unforgettable night out leads to a lifetime tethered to the one man you absolutely can't fucking stand. The feeling's mutual, but now you both have to find a way to make it work in your favor.

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You and Satoru's parents give you an ultimate that you both quite literally cannot afford to refuse.

Story Warning: Fake Dating, Arranged Marriage, Profantity DUH, Gojo and Reader being fucking bratty and annoying, Slow Burn, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior. Smut Maybe? (probably), No Y/N usage here

Art by: nameissiyo on X

A/N: I don't even know how this happened because yall know I don't write Gojo LMAO. But here it is! Not sure how long this will be so bear with me because it's just gonna be a fun lil ride!

“It’s easy,” the man across from you hums from his end of the table, lips curled in a mischievous grin that has your skin crawling. “Then, after a year, we’ll announce that it just…didn’t work out between us.” He motions between the two of you with his finger. “You and I both get off without a scratch on us.” He shrugs, leaning back in his seat, confident as ever as he picks at his fingernails.

Disgusting. 

He adds, “Everything works out for us both in the end. My parents are off my back. Your dad is off yours, and they both get what they want. It’s a win-win to me! What do you think?”

You can’t trust this guy as far as you can throw him, and you know that’s not far. The man’s like ten feet taller than you even with your highest heels on! But what choice do you have in the matter? You have to do this. 

”No funny business,” you demand, eyes narrowed at the man. You mean it to come out more as a question, but the rise of your partner’s brows lets you know he’s aware that you’re not fucking around with this. 

And then his head falls back, a loud laugh bursting from his chest and you are tempted to sink into your seat when other patrons in the restaurant turn to glare at you both. He’s enjoying this far too much for someone who has everything on the line here, just like you.

“None at all, princess.” You ignore the pet name, rolling your eyes. It’s a promise that you’re not sure he’ll be able to keep. But again, you just have to trust him.

“You have a deal,” you finally agree.

The man leans forward, his elbows resting on the table, and you can’t help but to sneer in disgust at his clear lack of manners. How could someone raised in high society, the same as you, act in such a way? You wish you could wipe that cheshire cat-like smirk off of his face, but you keep it cordial. You can’t enter into this with bad blood already on your hands. This arrangement will benefit you both at the end of the day. You just have to remember that.

‘One year,’ you tell yourself. ‘One year, and you never have to see this man again. This will be easy.’

He reaches into his shirt pocket, pulling out an obnoxiously expensive pen, the signature Gojo Hospitality name written in a fancy gold font along the body. He sets it down in front of you, on top of the stack of papers you’ve spent the last two hours tearing apart meticulously, marking out anything you don’t agree with. He’d nagged endlessly about how long this was taking, like he had anywhere more important to get to. 

You’re sure he took you for some bimbo ready to jump at the chance to marry the only son and heir to the Gojo fortune. But you’re not an idiot. You’re an heiress yourself, so he doesn’t impress you. And your father raised you to know that when entering a contract, it’s important to read the fine print. It’s important to find any loopholes, anything that can screw you in the end, anything that can make your life hell on the off chance things don’t work out. Make sure you’ve crossed all your t’s and dotted all your i’s.

But you don’t see any here, you don’t think. So you reach forward, taking his pen in hand.

“On the dotted line, then,” he instructs. “Sign away…future Mrs. Gojo.”

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻…

Daylight peeks through the curtains of your room, the midmorning sun beckoning you awake. The birds chirp loudly outside your window. And you are hiding the best you can beneath your blankets to try and drown it all out. It’s far too bright. So damn bright that the sun is somehow managing to penetrate the fabric of your linens, and your head pounds each time a sliver of light touches your skin. To top it all off, your mouth feels dry, yet sticky somehow at the same time, like it’s packed with cotton balls. 

Water. You need water, badly. 

You attempt to shift beneath your blankets, only to find that your body feels like it weighs a ton. Even wiggling your toes feels like it takes more effort than you’d like to exert. Your brain frantically sends panicked signals to the rest of your body that if you don’t hydrate soon, you may die, so you manage to find the strength to crawl out of your bed.

Your eyes are barely open enough to navigate around your enormous room, enough to see that you’re in a hotel suite. You don’t actually remember coming here, but you’re not all that surprised. You had quite a night of partying and drinking with your friends. The occasion? Well, you don’t really need one do you? For you and your friends, it’s a regular Wednesday night. Either way, you must have gathered your wits enough to book a suite instead of trying to get back home to your apartment in Tokyo.

And honestly? You’re proud of yourself! Better than stumbling your way home, or trying to figure out how to call your driver to pick you up.

Clumsily – and through squinted eyes – your hands feel along the walls until they reach the refrigerator, where you hurriedly yank the doors open and practically rip the lid off of a bottle of water. The cool beverage breathes life back into your dehydrated body. You feel like what you’d imagine a raisin would feel if it could be turned back into a grape. The drink is so refreshing, your eyes are practically rolling into the back of your head as you guzzle down the icy cold liquid.

When the bottle is empty, you carelessly toss it aside, crossing the threshold to the sofa in the common area. But just as you’re about to flop down, the muffled sound of your phone ringing pierces through the air. It’s usually set to silent or vibrate, because you don’t particularly care to be surprised by the loud noise. However, there’s only one person in this world who is allowed to bypass those settings, their tone always set to blare loudly should they ever call. You follow the sound back to the bedroom as quickly as you can manage. Tossing your clothes from last night around and shaking out your garments, digging through your clutch until you finally hear the tone get louder as you approach your bed. You lift your blankets, shaking them around until the device falls to the floor, still screaming that damn ringtone. You press the answer button, putting the phone to your ear.

”Hi, Daddy,” you sing into the receiver, hoping technology hasn’t advanced enough that he can smell the vodka on your breath, hear the way you’re struggling to catch your breath.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Your dad’s deep voice hums from the other side, and you breathe a sigh of relief when his voice sounds at ease. “Where are you?”

You frown, pursing your lips together. “What do you mean?”

You can hear that your dad is out from the commotion on the other side. If you had to bet, you’d say he was at a restaurant given the way he’s quietly muttering something to someone. 

“You were supposed to—“

It clicks for you then.

”Meet you for breakfast,” You finish his sentence. “Oh my god, Daddy. I’m so sorry. I’m late! I can be there in like…” you check your phone for the time. “about an hour if you give me time to get home and change!”

Your dad sighs, long and hard, exhausted. That safety you felt only a moment ago has now dissipated. And you know you are in deep shit, for whatever reason. You close your eyes, trying to calm the pounding against your skull.

“Perhaps transportation has advanced overnight,” he hums. “Can you make it from Seoul to Tokyo in an hour?” He questions bitterly.

”Seoul?!”

You scurry over to your hotel window, wincing when you pull the curtains wide open and the sun smacks you painfully in the face. When your vision clears and the urge to vomit isn’t as strong, you’re finally able to make out the foreign symbols along the skyscrapers and businesses of Seoul, South Korea.

The events of last night flood back to your memory.

You and your friends at your usual booth at one of your family’s many Tokyo nightclubs, Club Echo - Roppongi. Bottles on bottles of alcohol being brought to your table. Flashing lights. Sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Free food and drinks for everyone, the perk of being the daughter of the man who owns this very club.

“We should go somewhere!” Your best friend Shoko slurs into your ear as she leans across your booth. You hook a finger into the loose strap of her dress and pull the neckline up. Her breasts are one wrong move away from being on the front page of the Jujutsu Social tomorrow morning.

Beside her, your other friend Utahime nods excitedly, downing her drink. “Yeah! We should go somewhere else!”

You nod too, your brain sloshing around in your head, right along with the liquor. “Okay! But where, though?” 

Shoko and Utahime huddle together, whispering and giggling drunkenly and you wait, eyes roaming the club. It’s packed to capacity and for some reason the sight fills you with a sense of pride. Not that you had literally anything to do with it. No, that was all dad. You show up with your friends, get some pictures snapped of you, eat and drink to your heart’s content and then check to make sure any photos of you that ended up on whatever gossip blog look good.

And any that don’t, well, they’d be speaking to your attorney very soon.

The life of an heiress is so hard sometimes.

Shoko and Utahime spin around in tandem, large smiles beaming on their faces. “Seoul!” They cry in unison.

“Like…Korea, Seoul?”

“Yes! We can finally check out the new Club Echo there! We haven’t been yet,” Utahime whines. Her pink cheeks practically glow in the dark as she sticks her bottom lip out in a pleading face. It makes you want to laugh because it’s just so cute. But still! You’re not going to give in that easily.

“It’s like one in the morning!” You argue, your mind trying to fight the liquor that’s trying its damndest to make you give in. “By the time we get there, it’ll be closed.”

Shoko sighs your name, the disappointment clear in her voice. “You own the place, ___. All it takes is one call from you and you’re good! You know management is new and will be practically begging to score points with your dad! The staff will wait for you!”

“Also!” Utahime practically screams. Then she lowers her voice, leaning closer to you and Shoko as she whispers. “What if you run into Jungkook there?”

Shoko gasps, like it’s a scandal waiting to happen. “I heard he has the biggest crush on youuuuu,” she sings.

Your lips purse together, doing your best to let what Shoko says sink in. The sober part of you in the very deepest and darkest depths of your mind is fighting for its fucking life to get to the surface, screaming “Don’t do it! Dad is going to kill you!”

But the drunk part of you is fighting back just as hard, and it came ready to beat your ass. “But Jungkook! Also…chartering a private plane would be so fun!” Your brain argues. “That’s the point of having all this money, right? To do what you want! And to see Jungkook!”

The bumping of the music is making you feel dizzy, and the giggles and chants to “do it, do it, do it” coming from your two friends aren’t helping. If anything, it’s just making the alcohol set in even worse.

It’s just one night. Your pilot wouldn’t mind getting up and flying you and your friends out. You already know he’d be happy to get a call from you this late at night. In fact, you’re pretty sure he’d be thrilled because despite him being married with two kids and one on the way, you’re positive he’s got the hots for you.

“Call me any time, Ms. ___. I’d happily pick up the phone for you,” he’d told you with a wink after you’d made him fly you last minute to Coachella. You’d apologized profusely because you had no idea his daughter’s dance recital was happening at that time. To be fair, he didn’t tell you until you’d landed in California either!

So you pull out your phone, grinning wide as you tell your girls, “Looks like we’re going to Seoul!” They cheer happily, chanting “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” before ordering another round of shots as you make a call to your pilot and driver.

It’s just one night. You’ll be back tomorrow. How much trouble could you possibly get into anyway?

- - - - - -

Turns out you could get into a whole lot of fucking trouble. 

You stand in your father’s office, squirming in your designer heels that cost a fortune, squeezing onto the handle of your designer bag that cost even more of a fortune as your father stares you down. You don’t dare meet his hard gaze, eyes glued to the chevron patterned hardwood floors in shame.

This tension couldn’t even be cut with a chainsaw, you think. The silence is absolutely deafening, and you think that if someone focused hard enough, they would hear your heart hammering in your chest, and the vein in your father’s neck throbbing.

The flight from Seoul back to Tokyo was long and terrifying. The closer you came to approaching the city, the more sick you felt. And by no fault of the liquor. Shoko and Utahime’s drivers picked them up from the hangar space, both of them about ready to keel over and having to be practically carried to their cars.

You on the other hand, your chauffeur was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Nanami?” You ask the flight attendant waiting at the end of the plane’s steps. Your brows pull together in confusion as you scan the area. Your driver is never late. It’s one of your pet peeves about each other, really. He’s meticulous, always on time, while you’re always running behind because why not? Sometimes you get caught up in things! It’s literally his job to wait for you, anyway.

But still, this is strange. The young blonde man is usually standing beside your car, with the door held open for you while he mumbles about how you need to work on being more punctual and considerate of others, that he doesn’t get paid enough to be waiting on you.

It’s a lie. You and Nanami are around the same age, and you know damn well he keeps this job because it’s easy and you pay him more than well enough. You even grab drinks together some nights. He’s more than your driver, he’s your friend (sometimes).

And your friend is nowhere to be seen. It’s just you, the flight attendant and the pilot who is on his way to park the plane. You could really use the support of Nanami at the moment, because you have a terrible feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. Which is justified when a car pulls into the hangar space, a car that you know is not yours, and the flight attendant gives you a smile that offers a silent “I’m so sorry,”  before she speaks and tells you, “Mr. Yaga has come to retrieve you Ms. ___. Your father would like to see you.”

Your father’s chauffeur and a longtime family friend. He’s loyal to your father and your father only. 

That’s when you knew you were screwed.

The sharp intake of breath from behind your father’s desk makes you flinch, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip to keep yourself from trembling when he finally breaks the silence.

“Do you enjoy your trip?” He questions, voice flat.

You’re too afraid to answer, because you know he doesn’t actually give a single shit if you had fun or not. He’s irate. There’s no other reason he’d call you here. You do not come to the office to see your father unless you’ve severely angered him. Which is almost never, because your father just sort of lets you…do you.

“Well?” He asks again after a few seconds go by with no response from you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answer quietly, fingers tightening around your bag strap.

“Did you enjoy the food at the club?”

“Yes, Daddy. It was very good.”

Your father hums, leaning back in his chair, and the creaking sound makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Good, good. And the staff? Did they treat you and your friends well?”

Every answer you give feels like you’re inching closer to your demise. You wish he’d get to the point. What is the meaning of dragging you here?

You nod anyway. “They were wonderful, Daddy. Your management did an excellent job selecting employees.”

You try to tug at his heartstrings, the ones that aren’t attached to you, but to the other love of his life – his business. Your father is a hard man who loves very few things. You, your mother, and his company. But not in that order. You’re fairly certain that at this particular moment in time, he definitely loves his company more than both you and your mother.

“I know they did,” he affirms. “The Seoul team is so great, they remained open for you and your friends to stay until the early hours of the morning –” Your father’s voice rises, echoing off the walls of his office, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Until you finally stumbled your drunk asses to bed! Imagine my surprise when I woke up alerted to the fact that your plane was taking off in the middle of the night, jet setting to wherever the hell you deem appropriate or fun at the time. But no…no, ___,” your father spits your name like it’s bitter. “That’s not the best part here.”

You hear his menacing tone, can practically see the anger raging behind his eyes in your head.

“Imagine my surprise when I get a call from management of the Seoul location letting me know how much they enjoyed having you and your friends. You all were splendid guests, and they were grateful for the opportunity to serve you, the heiress to the Club Echo business…”

You finally gather the courage to look up at your father, a bit of hope in your eyes that quickly gets crushed when you see the tick in his jaw.

“Until seven in the fucking morning!” Your father is full on yelling now, and you see the vein in his neck protruding, hard and pulsing. He’s about to blow a gasket, do something irrational. Now’s your chance to speak up for yourself!

“Daddy, I can explain–”

“Quiet!” He barks, and you zip your fucking lip.

Your father stands, taking his time coming around to stand in front of his desk where he leans against the edge. He folds his arms across his chest, not a hint of forgiveness in his eyes.

You’re so fucked and you know it.

What’s your punishment going to be? Is he taking away your black card? It would be a struggle, but you could survive. Banning you from the club for a month? Sure, that would suck, but you’d survive! Firing your pilot? Honestly, that would be a plus. Make you return that really expensive painting you just had delivered last weekend? Okay, no big deal! All of these punishments are reasonable, you think. As long as you got them back – minus the pilot, you’d be fine!

Your father stares you down with more anger and frustration than you’ve ever seen him aim towards you. Your knees threaten to buckle beneath the weight of his glare and you wish you had worn more sensible shoes. Not that it would make much difference. WIth the way your father doesn’t seem to be giving into your pout and watery eyes, you think you’d be shaking even if you were barefoot.

Your father pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing harshly as he closes his eyes. “You know you’re on the Jujutsu Social?”

Jujutsu Social?

That shitty blog that posts about nothing but gossip, drama and socialite’s lives? You’ve never paid it much mind. You’ve been on there plenty of times.

‘Club Echo Heiress’ Walk of Shame! Cast Your Votes on Who the Lucky Man Was!’

‘Spotted! Club Echo Heiress seen getting very cozy with up and coming rock star, Suguru Geto. Could they be the new it couple?’

‘Does She Ever Get Tired? Heiress of Club Echo Seen Partying in Bangkok!’

Blog posts about you are nothing new. You read them like the morning newspaper, then go on about your day. But it must have been something particularly awful for your father to be so upset about it.

“That blog is a piece of shit,” you tell him, trying to calm his temper even a little. “I’ll send those posts over to the lawyer and I’ll own the blog by this afternoon, if you want.”

Your father scoffs, his anger rising again. “Why? So you can drag its name through the mud like you’re doing mine?”

Okay, so maybe that was the wrong move. “That’s not what I meant, Daddy. I just meant–”

“You know what they’re saying about you now?” Your father chuckles dryly. “I don’t typically pay any mind to these blogs, you know? But I think they hit the mark on this one. Want to hear what they said?” 

Tears form along your waterline, the fake amusement in your father’s tone, making you want to crawl into a hole. 

“You are a spoiled brat,” he tells you anyway when you don’t reply, emphasizing the insult. “Keeping your pilot on standby so you can fly from one country to another overnight just because you feel like it,” he lists. “Going to the new restaurant your daddy opened, because of course you can. And this one’s my favorite,” he whispers angrily. “Taking advantage of the employees that have their own lives and families to go home to, overworking them so that you and your friends can drink and dance to your heart's content. Just the three of you.”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, biting down on your trembling lip as you step closer.

Your father tilts his head, seemingly confused at where these tears are coming from and it stops you in your tracks. “Oh no…No, sweetheart. Don’t cry...” His soothing tone…you almost want to fall for it, but you know your father. He’s not done. “Don’t cry now, just because you’re in trouble.”

He stands from his desk, closing the distance between you two. He takes your hand in his, hard and calloused, his hard work over decades evident as he holds your soft and smooth one that has never seen a hard day's work in its life. “I’ve been waiting, hoping that my only daughter finally gets her shit together. Hoping that maybe you’ll want to learn the ropes of the business. But that doesn’t seem so. Doesn’t seem like you want to do anything but spend the money that I’ve worked so hard for.” He sighs, just so tired of you and your antics. 

He gazes into your eyes, almost in pity and you see your dad there. Not your father, who is the strict businessman that was just standing before you. But your dad, who held you and kissed your cuts and scrapes, who helped you learn to read and tie your shoes, who gave you all that you could ever ask for. Then he’s gone, replaced by your father who drops your hand and leaves you standing in the middle of his office as he wanders over to the floor to ceiling windows of his office. He holds his hands behind his back as he takes in the Tokyo skyline. “The blogs are right. I’ve been far too easy on you. Given you everything so that you’d want for nothing, and you consistently take advantage of me and your privilege. It’s time for you to grow up.”

You can’t bring yourself to speak up this time, afraid that just like all the other times, you’ll be putting your designer heels in your mouth. 

“I didn’t want it to come to this, sweetheart,” and it’s your dad once more, peering over his shoulder like it’s paining him to get these next words out. “I’ve been in talks with Gojo Hospitality…”

You narrow your eyes, moving closer to your father, because you’re praying this isn’t what you think it is.

“I’ve proposed a merger of Club Echo to CEO Gojo.”

“...Okay? What does that have to do with me growing up?”

Your dad looks you over once more, and you can see the love he holds for you in his eyes once more before the switch happens again, and he’s back in business mode. “He’s interested,” he states simply, but you know that’s not all.

“Again…What does that have to do with me growing up?”

Your father stares out the window again, not daring to glance in your direction. “You and his son are to be married in order for this merger to go through. Club Echo will be built into Gojo Hotels across the world.”

You think you may jump straight through that window and let your father watch you freefall all the way into the Tokyo streets if you truly heard him correctly.

“Married?”

He nods.

“To…Gojo?”

If it’s who you think it is – and you’re pretty sure it is – it’s that asshole that you despise from the very bottom of your heart. Insufferable, flaky, annoying, the list could go on and on for how you feel about Gojo, but there’s just not enough time for that.

“Satoru,” your father corrects you, confirming your fears. “Get used to calling him by his name. It would be strange to refer to your husband by your shared last name, don’t you think?”

Yeah, you’re gonna jump.

[natailiatulls07]

excitedly waiting for part 2 of party girl already

Party Girl Pt.2

Arthur Leclerc x Norris!reader Lando Norris & Norris!reader

Summary - Arthur and Y/n, Landos younger sister are getting cozy behind Lando's and Charles’ backs

Warning -

A/n - Thank you for the request, I really appreciate it 🤍

Reader is still 18 years old

Part 1

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f1gridgossip

Spotted: The formula one drivers should have kept a better eye on their siblings because Y/n Norris and Arthur Leclerc (who also is a formula two driver) are looking cozy at a party in Monaco. How will Charles and Lando feel about the growing chemistry??

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username Ngl they’re cute 🤭

username Wait until Lando finds out, he will not be happy oop

username If they ask me to have threesome with them, I would not hesitate 🤤

landonorris right.

= username Watch out we’ll see Arthur running in a sec 😳

username Atleast she’s not one of those fake fame and money grabbing girl

leclercloves

Real footage of Lando when he found out about his sister and Arthur Leclerc 🔪🔪

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username Yeah did you see his comment on the gossip post?! Landy was not happy 😃

username I think I can see Arthur running across Monaco right now!!

username Well we know that he's a good guy so hopefully Lando will let this happen 🤞🏻

yourusername

When you're brother goes from hating your boyfriend to becoming bestfriends with him ☺️

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username I love this so much, they're the cutest 😭

landonorris If anything happens, I will stand by what I said

= username What did Lando say?!

= username No don't leave us guessing please!

= yourusername In summary, my dear brother said 'don't you dare ever break my sisters heart, I know where you live' lol 😂

= username Protective Lando is something we need LMAO

charles_leclerc Photo credits?? 📸

= yourusername Of course, thank you Charles 🙏🏻

= charles_leclerc Anytime little Norris

arthur_leclerc I love you ❤️

= yourusername I love you too 🤍

landonorris

Okay, maybe I'll allow you to date my sister but I have my eye on you 👀

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username Y/n Norris, luckiest girl alive!

username The Ferrari and McLaren girl, here she is 🤩

yourusername Thank you Lano

= username 'Lano' thats the cutest thing ever!! 🤭

arthur_leclerc I won't let you down

= landonorris I'll hold you to that

arthur_leclerc

My party girl 😍

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username 'My party girl' Screaming, crying, throwing up!!

yourusername Aww Thur I love you so much 🤍

= arthur_leclerc Yeah not as much as I do

= landonorris Please save this for your own privacy!! 🙈

username Alexa play jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo 😭

landonorris posted a story

[pbaz7]

Winning a championship at UConn in 2025 was supposed to be their peak

- this is canon

while Azzi landed with the Washington Mystics that same year, a dream come true for the hometown kid.

- manifesting 🤞

She didn’t want to go half the year being away from the woman she loved anymore.

- very very fair, I wonder how they will deal with it for real, guess offseason tg and nai lyss style for the season? Frequent flyers club gonna hate to see them coming

But none of that mattered to her. Azzi mattered. She always had.

- heart always comes first

Years of playing together had made them naturals at complementing each other in every space they were in.

- they complete each other

Mommy

- OMFG A BABY YAY, how did you know I had crippling baby fever rn

Her curls were slightly messy, and her big, brown eyes—an exact replica of Azzi’s—were wide with impatience.

- oof I know Paige gives her everything she wants, praying for that babies teeth cos I know she gets given way too much candy

Paige, never able to resist her soft spot for her daughter that looked exactly like her wife, sighed quietly. “Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched.

- what did I just say, lmao she’s so predictable

- This is giving Steph vibes and I love it so much

- Babies with their athlete parents at press conferences may be one of my top ten fav videos

Paige scooped her up, settling the toddler into her lap. Aliana immediately tucked her face into Paige’s neck, her tiny hands gripping her mom’s jersey for comfort.

- AWWWW MY BABIES AND THEIR BABY

Azzi smiled down at her, gently correcting, “We played well, sweetheart. But thank you.”

- that kid boutta be on honor roll

Paige smirked, exchanging a playful glance with Azzi. “See? Exactly my point.”

- Paige stop acting like you aren’t scholar athlete of the year, multiple times, girl we know you know your grammar

Don’t worry, sexy, we’ll make sure your highlight reel is just as good as mine.”

- in front of your three year old? Paige behave

Guess we’ve got an audience,” Paige murmured with a chuckle, reluctantly stepping back.

- I mean you did choose to make out in front of her window so like… yes?

How can we say no to that pretty face?” Azzi said, making the little girl smile.

- I hope that wnba salary is paying for a REALLY good dentist

“I have a bit of a headache so I’m looking for–

- lmao you got kids now p you just gonna have to push through I fear

Azzi grinned, passing Aliana over to Paige and stepping closer to the boy.

- we gone from puff puff pass in your last one shot to sign selfie pass with a child 😭

We’d love to, but we’re keeping this one out of fan pictures for now,” she said, nodding at her daughter.

- random but I’ve been reading shari frankes book from 8 passengers at the moment and this made me happy (: protect your kids if ur online!!

We’re on borrowed time with the princess here,”

- Paige got a whole family of princesses to spoil now

who was now laying her head dramatically against Paige’s shoulder.

- just like her mamas

As the boy’s gaze lingered on Azzi a little too long, Paige subtly shifted closer to her, sliding her free arm around Azzi’s waist.

- Paige baby you have a three year old with her and I’m assuming you are either married to her or close to it. Relax. She’s not going anywhere.

Anything else, love? Maybe some whipped cream for your jealousy?” she teased quietly for her to hear.

- LMAOOOO U ATE HER UP AZZI

Azzi, oblivious—or perhaps simply unfazed—continued speaking to Aliana. “Rainbow sprinkles, huh? Great choice, baby girl,

- #gay

As she did, her left hand casually rested on the counter, the silver band adorned with sparkling diamonds catching the light perfectly

- you just love to prove me right all the time don’t you. She showing off that ring, now put Azzis hand on the counter I wanna see

Azzi glanced at Paige out of the corner of her eye, biting back a smirk as she caught on to what was happening. “Vanilla,” she said smoothly. “With rainbow sprinkles, please.”

- she eating the ice cream version of Paige ok that’s very gay.

Jealous of a teenage boy, are we?”

- if you ever write them going to the zoo, make sure you include a scene where Paige gets jealous because a penguin is staring Azzi down. she just rlly does not like anyone looking at Azzi 😭😭

Azzi laughed at that, her own left hand rising to brush a stray hair from Pagie’s face, conveniently flashing her stacked engagement and wedding ring in the process. The hard to miss diamond caught the light,

- you strike again! we think so alike lmao, glad Azzi is blinged out

Paige handed the boy a $50.

- lmao at least he was rewarded for the most embarrassing moment of his life

Aliana tilted her head up, her big brown eyes wide and innocent, her dimple peeking through as she smiled up at them. Her face was smeared with vanilla ice cream, and a tiny portion sat on the tip of her nose.

- again random but this reminds me of that baby photo of Paige that she posted where she has chocolate cake all over her face and cute little bunches, and the baby photo of Azzi with ice cream all over her face 😭😭😭 I’m getting so much baby fever rn I might just run to the nearest bar and find a random man

Azzi shook her head in amusement as she reached down to wipe Aliana’s face. “Ana, baby, you don’t have to add the -est at the end.”

- lmao have you been reading golden hour, you and nivi have aced the baby talk

Paige, already sprawled out on the bed in her pajamas, let out a low, playful whistle. “Well, damn,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.

- they say having kids changes you, clearly not that much.

. It always amazed Azzi how her wife looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking thing in the world, even after all these years.

- ok Paige isn’t special I would also look at you like that Azzi just so you know

When Azzi found a particularly sensitive spot, she bit down gently, eliciting a low groan from Paige. Azzi chuckled softly against her skin, her breath warm as she said, “You gotta be quiet.”

- saw a random cool mom on TikTok today talking about how they soundproofed their bedroom, this made me giggle as I remembered it

- all that money and no soundproofed bedroom? poor planning mamas!

but also moving with a little quickness having been interrupted the last few times.

- I wonder how long they were together in DC and childless, because going from parents houses to college roommates to long distance to a kid has gotta SUCK

But just as Azzi reached Paige’s waistband, a small, sleepy voice called out from the other side of the door. “Mama?”

- fuck it just lock the door she’s three she’s probably fine

- as I write this I realise the going to a random bar and finding random man to get me pregnant so I can get rid of my baby fever is an awful idea and I would be a terrible mother at this stage in my life…

She stayed where she was, just in case whatever was happening on the other side of the door resolved itself quickly.

- yeah as if, I read the warnings and there was no sexual content so sorry pazzi! Nothing for you tonight!

She knew Paige might need a few more seconds to gather herself before speaking.

- damn p she barely touched you!

Mommy, where’s your shirt?” Aliana asked innocently, her wide brown eyes filled with curiosity.

- yeah Azzi where is your shirt??

After a moment, Paige pulled Azzi closer,

- of course she did, she still didn’t put that shirt back on huh?

The next morning, Paige woke up alone, the large bed beside her empty.

- can we stop doing the waking up alone thing I’m traumatised (@golden hour, @you)

I want Mama!” her daughter’s voice rang out, followed by Azzi’s, a little gentler, “Mama’s sleeping, baby. Patience, remember.”

- she really is a mamas girl and damn Azzi loves p so much

Paige’s heart twisted but she immediately moved toward Azzi first, gently taking the spatula from her hand. “I got it, baby,” she said softly, planting a quick kiss on Azzi’s lips, “And good morning, beautiful.”

- working together on parenting and not good cop bad cop ✅✅✅✅

Lately, whenever Paige showed Azzi any affection, Aliana seemed to try and push Azzi away, saying, “No, Mommy!” as if she couldn’t stand the idea of sharing Paige’s attention.

- hope that phase ends soon cos Paige is deffo not stopping

You need to apologize to Mommy, pretty girl,” Paige said softly, her tone a little more serious.

- UGHHH WHY IS THIS GOOD PARENTING GETTING ME SO EMOTIONAL (also this is so attractive, prioritising your partner!!)

her dimple popping out as she grinned.

- carbon copy fr, not sure how Paige is managing to tell her off so I gotta give her credit

Her small voice was a little jumbled as she started her prayer, mimicking the words Paige had taught her.

- baby fever is back. Despite my earlier reviews I am actually a Christian (no one is perfect im trying yall🙏) and kids in church gives me the most cuteness aggression ever, when they add random things in their prayers such as “please let mama let me watch tv today” it makes me fall to the ground and pray for a baby

Caught off guard but amused, Paige leaned in and kissed Azzi softly, the light touch between them full of affection. Aliana beamed at the sight, her dimple deepening as she witnessed her parents sharing the love she had so often seen and now randomly enjoyed.

- told you that anti affection phase wouldn’t last long

The kiss started slow, tender, but quickly deepened as Azzi shifted the energy between them

- YOUR SLEEPING DAUGHTER IS RIGHT THERE, WHY DONT YOU RUN AWAY BEFORE SHE WAKES UP AND THEN PERHAPS YOU CAN HAVE AN UNINTERRUPTED MOMENT

Without a second thought, Paige turned and practically ran down the stairs, eager to finish what she'd started.

- I think they need to schedule more play dates. I’m confident the Fudd family would be very happy taking baby girl off their hands for a day

Trust me I’m taking my time with you today,” she murmured.

- yh until your cosleeping three year old pulls up

First of all, if you hadn’t guessed, I’m deep in the ovulation phase rn. Oh my I need a child. My baby fever is off the charts. Thank God I’m already in bed and ready to sleep else I would be running to my local bar and getting myself pregnant. Not sure if this is just the baby fever talking but this may be my favorite one shot of yours yet!!! I loved this so much! I know you don’t like to repeat one shots but I would love some more parts to this, genuinely maybe even a series… At least give us the reaction to Paige moving to the mystics and the whole pregnancy and newborn stage!!! Maybe one more one shot for this one👀👀👀👀👀 pleaseeeeeeeee

You wrote this so beautifully and maybe I am already pregnant because I’m feeling emotional damn (I’m definitely not pregnant unless a strange biological malfunction has occurred, so unfair that women can’t make other women pregnant FUCKKK)

Anyways! I’m gonna go cry happy tears and watch babies on TikTok now! Sleep well and goodnight

- 🫂🫂🫂

very very fair, I wonder how they will deal with it for real, guess offseason tg and nai lyss style for the season? Frequent flyers club gonna hate to see them coming

you already know they’re going to be on flights whenever they can 😭

This is giving Steph vibes and I love it so much

exactly where i got the idea from

we gone from puff puff pass in your last one shot to sign selfie pass with a child

this is actually sending me lmao

you just love to prove me right all the time don't you. She showing off that ring, now put Azzis hand on the counter I wanna see

how’d you know 🫣

Imao have you been reading golden hour, you and nivi have aced the baby talk

loll i def have but this is literally how i talk to my cousin 😭 i refuse to let her just chat randomly

ok Paige isn't special I would also look at you like that Azzi just so you know

exactly

as I write this I realise the going to a random bar and finding random man to get me pregnant so I can get rid of my baby fever is an awful idea and I would be a terrible mother at this stage in my life..

precisely. let’s not do it

working together on parenting and not good cop bad cop ✅✅✅✅

you get it

i honestly wouldn’t be opposed to doing more parts to this i’m just not sure exactly what i’d put it in. ideas ? 👀

but honestly i’m so happy you liked it because i loved writing this one. goodnight bookie 🫂

[rosyandraw]

I loooove Laurent’s possessiveness and jealousy in NMFY he’s such a fierce little kitten with claws. I was wondering, since the topic of threesomes got brought up a few times, what was Damen’s stance like truly about the idea of having to ~share~ Laurent. I mean I know we get the answer from him like he doesn’t really intertwine intimacy and sex and relationships but I was wondering if he’d be too possessive as well that if Laurent ever wanted to explore that (we know he wont and maybe Damen too it’s why he isn’t really concerned?) Damen says he’ll do anything as long as Laurent gets to enjoy and we get to see glimpses of Laurent finding new kinks and enjoyment in sex so I was like WHAT IF… and I’m sat here wondering about the prospect of a possible threesome and he’s like ok we’ll try but then I’m like no way he’d let anyone near Laurent right lmao

Oooo this is fun!

To be clear Laurent is very much the more possessive of the two of them, I very much equate that to canon and how loud Laurent’s jealousy is vs how brooding Damen’s is.

In NMFY I don’t think Laurent would ever really have an interest in it tbh. I speculated about it on here myself once or twice about Ancel or some other unnamed faceless character and I just can’t make NMFY Laurent fit into that scenario in all seriousness.

Damen’s very different. Sex for Damen is very different than for Laurent and he doesn’t put the same amount of emphasis on it that Laurent does. In NMFY (and very much in canon too) Damen adapts to what Laurent wants. But the intimacy is very important to both of them. If Laurent at some point in the future wanted it then Damen would be more than happy to do it. Sex isn’t the important part to him, it’s fun, it’s pleasure and body parts and the intimacy is in the feeling and the connection they share. It would be something they did together to Damen.

Laurent though? Yeah nah. Not a chance, the guy is like Damen’s mine and he damn well means it. He’d let someone else watch and that’s as far as it’ll go for him. Sex and intimacy are linked too closely for him, it’s important that they are linked for him, he doesn’t want sex without that intimacy and inviting someone else into their intimacy wouldn’t feel right to him.

And tbh I mean that both for NMFY and for canon lmao 💕💕

[highhhfiveee]

safety net mike is so good and sweet and i feel bad that i cant appreciate him because i am so unbelievably jealous that i want to kill amelie. i will ruin that pretty face. you will never get a job again.

god i am such a jealous bitch *head in hands*

he is the sweetest ],: it is a lil spacious up there in his head because he definitely loves loving on his friends (maybe a bit too much for reader’s liking) but he means very well. this mike is traumatized in a different/non-canon way, so he’s not out to be malicious lmao he’s our generous, flighty pookie 🫶🏽

and yes, these are the feelings. the jealousy is warranted, and i think it’s such an exciting feeling (as a reader at least). like oooooh she is coming for reader’s MAN and even i, the author ☝🏽, am intrigued to know if she gets fucked up for it. we’ll all just have to see, hm? what might she bring to the forefront for our cuties? 🤫

[these feelings are good though! lets me know i’m doing something right (,: ]

[soleilnomoon]

† all the devils are here: modern au & arranged/contract marriage au feat. hayakawa aki x reader.

† setting: modern day, year xx23, spring

† starring: hayakawa aki, first son of the main hayakawa family (25) & y/n, the bride-to-be (23)

† feat. cameo appearances from: mr. hayakawa (aki’s father), mrs. hayakawa (aki’s mother), hayakawa taiyo (aki’s younger brother), & others .

† summary (of sorts): y/n has always been in her sister’s shadow her entire life, and she plays the meek, unassuming, naive younger sister role incredibly well. too well, if anything. aki, in comparison, has always had the spotlight shining brightly on him; his arrogance isn’t a flaw or misplaced, it’s well-earned — there’s a difference. and, according to him, it can’t be considered nepotism if he’s the best at what he does. the hayakawa family has had their hands in finance (private & public sector) over the past decade and are currently moving into politics — the main branch is run by its austere matriarch (aki’s grandmother), and she is highly selective  of who marries into their family. aki knows not to fuel his grandmother’s wrath, but a large part of him absolutely detests having someone else plan his entire life without his input. both y/n and aki are incredibly ill-suited for one another, but they’ll need one another’s help to get what they want — for y/n it’s freedom from the path of mediocrity and unattainable dreams; for aki, it’s freedom from the rigid society he’s grown to hate.

† word count: currently at 3k.

† contains: fem reader, nsfw (18+ mdni), blood money, corrupt politics, arranged marriage where both parties have their hands tied (figuratively), dry humping publicly (the scandal of it all), idk cute stuff like getting caught while masturbating, public sex (probably), fwb shet, jealousy (idk what to tell u), alcohol consumption, smoking, blackmail, degradation/humiliation (i’m not sorry), aki’s family is the worst™ (but so is y/n’ lbr), enough angst to drown in 10x, enough smut to make even me blush (u know the vibez), betrayal bc i don’t love myself, reluctant enemies to lovers (not exactly enemies, but aki’s a brat as u know), maybe a bit of magical realism, plot twists on top of plot twists, & probably some kind of violence (we’ll see tho).

† chapter 01 — occlude — (complete)

† chapter 02 — ephemeral — (in progress)

† chapter 03 — corazón — (in process)

† last updated: 02/05/23

† hiii! ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ thanks for taking the time to read through everything, & i do hope you enjoy the story i’m tinkering away at. not sure how long this fic will be (story of my life), it’s smth ambitious (ofc it is), but i def will try to update as consistently as i can (we’ll see tho lmao). as i write, i’ll update the warnings list.† if you want to be added to the taglist then you can drop a comment or send me a message and i’ll add you!

† as previously stated, this is a modern au/ arranged | contract marriage au fic; i’ll try to keep as close to canon as possible with characterizations — and trying to incorporate elements from csm into a modern world setting is a little tricky, but i’m making it work i think, who knows atp.

† i have an idea of how i want this to end (unsurprising), and i don’t always stick to outlines so we’re all going to be in for a wild ride, u already know what time it is w.  me; just know that it’s a dark romance w. a lot of drama, there might actually be a happy ending yk, we’ll see.

† taglist: @strawhatsoraya

[sxnfullyswxetobsxssions]

Finn and Al are my OTP and I’m screaming at them finally kissing ahhhhhhhhhhh

I do wonder if Al had any former flames ? Like maybe he’s always been odd and eccentric but has anyone major showed interest in him ? He’s never been married so maybe not but I kind of wonder …….

Finn has had crushes and people he’s liked in the past too and yet I think his love for Al trumps all the formers by a lot and no one holds a candle to his affection for the magician

But the thought of Finn being heartbroken over Donna really makes my heart hurt….. I’m imagining cute little thirteen year old finn being heartbroken over his crush dating someone else and kissing Wendy to try and get over it but it probably didn’t work ahhhhhhh

Robin must’ve been there during this heartbreak and I’m glad Finn had Robin to lean on ❤️

I do wonder how Donna feels about Finn now ? Maybe she has a crush on him too but since neither acted on it, they both kind of moved along ? Maybe Donna does still like Finn ? Will we see more of her in the future ?

I also kinda wonder if we’ll see Al be jealous … we’ve seen jealous finn get upset over that waitress flirting with Al and that was fun to see

Al does seem like the possessive type so I wonder who he’ll be jealous of ? I don’t think he’d get upset over Robin or Gwen being close to finn, so maybe someone else ? Like maybe another older guy shows up at the grab n go or the baseball game and shows interest in Finn and Al goes like >:(

I’ll never stop loving you queen !!!!!

same here omg they are my otp!!! 😩🙏🏻♥︎ i really hope you enjoyed the kiss scene and that the buildup was worth it!! xx

ooh these are some really interesting questions, i love them! i’ll try my very best to answer them! ♥︎

in chapter 10, finney found a faded old postcard in al’s bedside drawer signed by someone nicknamed ‘ollie’. this alluded to the fact that al has indeed had former flames! this “ollie” guy being one of them. and i think on some level, finney knows this, too, and that’s why he slammed the drawer shut hahaha. you’re right, al has always been kind of odd and eccentric, but he can also be incredibly charming and charismatic. pair that with his good looks and you have quite the interesting man. people are attracted to him—men and women alike—but he’s feral over finney. sometimes disturbingly so. and we all know finney very much reciprocates his feelings. he has a hard time keeping his jealousy at bay and feels the need to compete with other “pretty” boys like vance who he believes have the power to shift al’s attention away.

we find out more about al’s past flames in future chapters.

finney’s love for him absolutely eclipses any crushes the boy might have had in the past, including donna. and donna had been a pretty big deal. 😳 you’re spot on, though, absolutely no one holds a candle to his love for his magician! it’s intense and all-encompassing in a way he’s never felt before. and we all love to see it. ♥︎

i knowww, my poor baby!! imagine the heartbreak on his little face when he saw donna dating someone else! 😩 but it’s okay. even though wendy bell had been a momentary distraction, in three or so years he’d stumble upon a mysterious magician who would make him forget donna clarke ever even existed hahaha.

of course robin was there to help his best bud through the heartbreak. and we all know he offered to beat the shit out of donna’s new boyfriend for finney. ❤️

yes, absolutely! donna will be making an appearance shortly, and you’re right! she does have a crush on finney—but neither of them have acted on it, so the feelings have just been sort of left untethered. she does become a more prominent character in future chapters, though.

we’ve seen finney get worked up with jealousy on a handful of occasions now, but we’ve never seen al enter that state. that’s why it’s gonna be so fun to write it when the moment arrives because he’s so much more intense about it lmao. and once again, you’re absolutely correct; he’s intense and possessive and can be quite frightening, so whoever does trigger this response in him, he’ll very much go >:(

ahhhhh thank you, love! it’s been a pleasure going through your comment/ask, i hope i answered all your questions to a satisfactory degree! if you ever have more or simply wanna drop by and chat or say hello, please don’t hesitate! thank you so much for reading the story and i hope you enjoy all the chapters to come! stay amazing! xx ♥︎♥︎♥︎

[runninguplenorahills]

no totally agree with you, i recently rewatched the show as well, Hopper is always Very obvious about his feelings for Joyce. he only really holds back in s2, which is made very clear is because of her trauma of the past year and him understanding she's with Bob. s1 is them rekindling their relationship (where he even sleeps in her drive way to make sure she feels safe, no hesitations there), s2 is a respect and trauma pause (even though there's some obvious but held back jealousy/sadness), and in s3 Hopper is back to shooting his shot left and right with no holding back at all (Joyce is actually the one holding back there bc Trauma surprise), and then in s4 they make out in a church. so yeah, full agree from a recent rewatch, Hopper isn't in denial about his feelings at all, he's actually very very direct imo

RIGHT??? That’s what I was thinking too!!

Hopper asking Joyce if she was upset about what Murray said or him telling her “a dinner as just friends” is 1: Hopper trying to get some insight on what Joyce thinks. Did Murray’s words make her uncomfortable or is it the truth? Does Joyce like Hopper as well? And 2: him trying to be considerate of Joyce’s feelings and losing Bob etc. So he proposes the dinner but tells her that they’re just going to eat out as friends. It’s a compromise. And I also see it as him backtracking a bit. Like, the man is very bad with emotions lmao. Oh, and telling her that he’s happy for her and Bob was the classic “i love you and I want you to be happy, even if the person you’re happy with isn’t me” kinda thing.

Like, Hopper was never in denial about his feelings for Joyce. He’s been shooting shots left and right!

And I’m actually confident about Hopper not having been I denial, too. I’m exposing myself here, but “maybe I have to rewatch the show” is my default backtracking argument because while my memory is actually great I genuinely have not watched the show since august💀. So like, I know I’m remembering it correctly but there is this tiny voice in my head saying “but what if you don’t, huh?”.

Anyway. This is a win win though because I don’t think Mike is in denial about his feelings either lmao. Way past that! His stage of denial lasted from the end of s2 to the end of s3. So I’m all for a Hopper/Mike bonding moment next season!! I even made a post about that in the past👀. But if we’ll get some kind of interaction I need them to make time for Hopper to fucking apologize for his behavior towards Mike in s3. Like, that was crazy.

[joker-daughter]

So, Amy Pascal randomly decided on a Tuesday to offer Tom a project with three obvious similarities to Challengers, and he just accepted because...? If it were the other way around, he’d still say yes, which suggests he watched the movie, saw how well it went, and maybe wanted something similar, not out of jealousy, but because he found it interesting and new, and it worked well. Why is it so hard to admit that he was the one pushing Amy to find something in that niche for him? Of all the projects (including that biopic), he chose this one. Clearly, it’s something he wants to do.

No offense, but their last two projects didn’t happen, yes, but it’s unfair to just blame Amy when she openly said she wanted the biopic to happen. Maybe it was his fault too or a lack of interest on his part? Just my two cents.

As for my earlier point: if it’s not Spider-Man or being Zendaya’s boyfriend, we rarely (if we ever see at all) see him being as proud or open about his other roles. He doesn’t seem excited about doing Uncharted 2, even though the first movie was his first big success outside the MCU and likely helped him secure financing for his production company. He also barely talks about his play; in The Dish podcast, he even said he hadn’t worked in three years, despite doing a TV show and a stage play in between.

Did I make myself clear enough now?

because I know how Amy operates, she buys book rights all the time, she bought the rights to The Winner before the book even got published, she also owns the rights to the book “The Astaires” and also has(or had, Idk) the rights to Beneath a Scarlet Sky, all of these she got Tom to participate in…and back to The Winner, the only similarities is the sport (which is more hobby-esque here) and the love triangle but even that aspect is wildly different here, also Amy is a producer, she’s not an agent, her job isn’t to look for projects upon request, she buys what she thinks would sell (I guess the similarities to Challengers, Saltburn, The Talented Mr. Ripley and the Graduate is what peaked her interest, Babygirl has a similar-ish vibe too so good pick I guess lol) and asks actors on her disposal if this is something for them, in this case Tom being high up on her list, clearly…also I believe it was a good push for the whole production company thing so it’s a win win, plus I never said that I don’t think he doesn’t want to do it, that’s nonsensical

It’s weird to think (imo) that he only thought of doing something more “risqué” bc his gf did it, tcr (and cherry I guess too) showed already that he doesn’t shy away from it but listen, if this gets made and released we’ll get the story on how everything happened anyways so if I’m wrong then so be it, I’ll admit to it 🤷‍♀️

and again, Amy is a producer and on top of that a business woman, you will never hear her say something that doesn’t sound encouraging, you wouldn’t downplay your own work or company, she knows what the people want to hear…I can’t stand the woman bc she keeps giving him these projects without any real prospects and are riddled some kind of controversy (I also blame him for agreeing right off bat too lol) but whatever if you wanna be a shooter for her, be my guest lmao

I could write more now but I’m too tired 💀

[yesimwriting]

For some reason I came up with a fake scenario where Billy and Stu sneak up to Y/n's window and they open it and all they hear is music blasting through the house. They sneak downstairs confused and ya wanna know what they see? 🤣 Idk why, but I imagined Y/n just bustin it down with a bottle of vodka in her hand and Randy smoking a blunt on the couch and giggling to himself 💀🤣🤣 and Billy and Stu are so jealous cause Y/n hasn't been answering any calls and here she is, basically throwing it back in front of Randy 😭😭🤣 and dancing her little heart out.

disclaimer: if my writing is bad pls forgive me i just woke up from a drunk nap, violently hungover, there's just something about drinking in a frat that makes the alcohol hurt u more :,) pray for me

this scenario is so good tho?? as someone who is the drinking while others get high friend, i feel represented lmao (my lungs are naturally trash, they do not need the excuse to be worse!!)

also the implications? I love, like Billy and Stu casually hanging out in Y/n's house, Y/n and Randy being besties, jealousy? love!! that inspired a little drabble :))

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Twice. Billy had called you twice. Once while waiting for Stu to come by and one more time with Stu right next to him. The long ringing rubbed them both the wrong way. That familiar pinch of panic that Billy only ever felt when it comes to you quickly struck him in the chest. 

His mom had pulled away slowly at first, too, until she left completely. His hands pulled into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. Billy was so blinded that Stu, who was dealing with one too many flashbacks of his parents ignoring his calls when he was younger, had to be the voice of reason. If our babydoll thinks she’s too busy for us, we’ll make ourselves too busy for her. 

So they both spent a few hours with their girlfriends. It worked out well, Sidney and Tatum couldn’t begin to see themselves as afterthoughts, and they knew how you’d react. You never said anything when they made a point of spending time with their girlfriends, but they knew that it hurt you. The corner of your mouth would turn downwards, and you’d shrink away for a moment, nervously picking at your nails. Sometimes you’d even become a little snippy, the start of an attitude that they knew how to handle. 

It was kind of cute, the way you’d get flustered, trying to convince yourself and them that you’re not jealous.

Billy had a feeling that if he said the right things, pushed you the right way, you’d be needier than usual. He could use that right now, a reminder that you need them. Stu pulled the jealousy card a little more often, but it never grows old. It was the only time he allowed himself to think that maybe he does like seeing you a little upset from time to time if it’s over him.

They called you again once they got to Stu’s house. No answer. Enough was enough.

You were home alone, you mentioned that everyone you lived with would be gone for most of the weekend on Friday during lunch. Billy and Stu had been looking forward to it. With all the murders, you’d be happy for their company...expected or otherwise. 

When they get to your house, the first thing they notice is that there’s no light coming in from your bedroom window. That’s not enough reason to panic yet. Sometimes when you’re home alone at night, you like watching movies in the living room. 

This is far from the first time the two of them enter your room through your window. The lack of light doesn’t inhibit them, they’ve come here more times than even you know.

Your window is cracked open slightly. Billy’s already planning on teasing you about it. There’s a killer on the loose and you’re alone and you left your window open. With all the scary movies you’ve watched together, you really should know better. 

Stu wastes no time. As soon as he’s in your room, he starts looking around, noting the new arrangement of books on your shelf and the oversized shirt tossed over the chair of your desk.

“Wait a second,” Stu mumbles as Billy approaches the door to your bedroom, “She went to the mall with Tatum the other day. Tatum came back with a bag from Victoria’s secret, I want to see if she got anything new.” 

Billy sighs, lingering in the space between your bed and your door. The sound of distant music is starting to get to him, ruining the normal feeling he gets from being in your room. The music isn’t exactly shaking the house, but it’s a little louder than the normal volume you set. It’s also not the kind of music you normally listen to, the base is too intense. It reminds him of the music that’s in the background of parties. 

“She’s with someone,” Billy mumbles, jaw clenching. 

Stu freezes, gripping the handle of your dresser drawer. “It’s almost 10:00 and she’s not with Sidney or Tatum.” The thought that the reason you weren’t answering their calls is because you’re with someone hits him straight in the chest. “If it’s that guy from her English class that’s always looking at her--” 

The rational part of Billy’s mind that warns him against giving into his instincts too much is oddly quiet. That’d be too obvious, its whisper is practically drowned out by that damn feeling in his chest. She’s leaving you.

“I know where he lives,” Stu continues, “We can make it look like an accident.” 

Billy partially snaps out of it. “You’d gut him, and you know it.” Stu shrugs the dismal, making a mental note to bring it up later. “Let’s just find her.” 

Both of them walk down the stairs and into your living room. They round the corner, following the sound of music to your kitchen. You’re there, casually swaying to the music and badly humming along. You seem so content, so fine without them.

Billy holds out a hand, signaling to Stu to not make his presence known yet. They quietly walk further into the room, noticing someone sitting on your couch. Randy. This revelation doesn’t fully ease either of them.

You stumble in an attempt to turn to the music. Your eyes immediately lock on the two lurking trespassers. On a normal night, they might try to look apologetic. Tonight though, they have no reason to feel bad about coming here unannounced. It’s not even controlling of them, they called. Three different times. What were you and Randy doing that was so important you couldn’t even answer the phone to let them know?

Instead of expressing any sort of concern, you laugh, the bottle in your hand swaying. The clear liquid almost sloshes out as you grin. “You guys are here!” 

Throwing caution to the wind, you run towards them, pulling Billy and Stu into a quick hug. You nearly trip on your own feet as you pull away, giving Billy an excuse to grab onto your arm.

Randy, rightfully confused, tilts his head back, revealing red tinted eyes. “Shit, you like summoned them.” You scoff energetically at the comment. A peacefully high Randy and an enthusiastically drunk you. It’s a combination Stu and Billy realize they don’t have to worry about in the way that they were thinking. 

“Summoned us?” Billy tilts his head, already slightly amused. 

You nod happily,“Yep!” You squeeze Billy’s arm gently. “Missed you two, drinking’s not that fun without you guys making fun of me.” 

Stu blink, easing slightly. “We called.” 

At that, your expression falls. Your eyebrows draw together, eyes widening apologetically as your lips pull into a pout. “You did?” You twist in Billy’s hold, the bottle of vodka in your hand nearly slipping from your grasp. “I must not have heard music--” You cut yourself off, your head falling to the side in confusion. A small giggle escapes you at the thought of your mistake. “No, no--I-I heard the music. That was the problem. I didn’t hear the phone over the music.” Stu bites down a smile, wondering how far he can pull at your alcohol fused guilt. “I’m sorry.” 

He shifts, leaning against the wall. You frown a little more at that. Where’s your hug? You turn your head, moving past Billy and wrapping your arms around Stu. You grab onto him a little too fast. “Woah,” Stu mumbles, squeezing you back, “Guess good pal Randy didn’t think to tell you to slow down.” 

“I did,” Randy defends himself flatly, “She didn’t take it well.” 

Stu now smiles openly. “You were mean to poor Randy?” 

You shake your head against his chest. “Not mean, just didn’t listen.” 

“You almost ripped my head off.” 

“Yeah,” with a dramatic roll of your eyes, you pull away from Stu, “Because you’re making my living room smell like weed, not because of the drinking comment.” With a huff, you cross your arms in front of your chest, the bottle nearly slipping from your grasp again. “My family’s gone for a night, not forever.” 

Randy sighs, “Light a candle.” 

“Told you, doesn’t work if you smoke on the couch. It gets into the fabric and pillows and stuff.” 

He shuts his eyes at your whine, “You’re just upset I wouldn’t let you smoke.”

“Because you didn’t give me a good ‘no’-reason.”

Ignoring the slurred way your words come out, Randy lazily turns, “Drunk you is fun, high you is messy.” You glare at him, unable to argue. “Face it, Stu’s the only one willing to babysit you when you smoke.” 

“She’s not that bad,” Stu defends weakly, placing his hands around your waist, “Last time she didn’t even cry when she got paranoid.” 

You gently elbow him, upset that they’re ganging up on you. “You two aren’t funny.” 

“I’ll get high with you, babe,” Stu’s tone has taken on that slightly condescending softness as he reaches for you again. “As soon as you’re not hungover, promise.” 

You let him hug you. “’M not gonna be hung over.”

“Mhm,” Stu mumbles, “Tell me that again tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Randy says as he stands, “I was supposed to leave like an hour ago, but Y/n didn’t want to be alone.” 

Randy starts approaching the front door. “Bye Randy! Leave me a message when you get home so I know you didn’t get murdered.” 

“Guy smoking weed, walking home late at night,” Randy muses, “Don’t love my odds.” He pauses at your frown. “Kidding, I live one street down from you. I’ll be fine and I’ll leave a message.” 

You nod in acceptance. “Bye!” Randy waves you off before stepping out of your front door. The sound of the door shutting reminds you of something. “How’d you guys get in? Door was locked.” 

“Your window wasn’t,” Stu replies easily.

At this point, the thought of them coming in through your window doesn’t even phase you. “You two, always with the window.” 

“Maybe you’ll learn to lock it,” Billy muses, voice oddly cold, “There’s a killer on the loose.” 

You frown at that. “One, I’m not high, you can’t freak me out. Two, it’s not like I want to keep you guys out.” 

Billy angles his head downwards, looking at you in a way you can’t read, so you choose to focus on the way his hair falls across his face. “You don’t?” 

You shake your head dramatically, “No, I like it when you’re here. I’d let you guys in through the front door.” 

“Didn’t think you’d answer,” he mumbles, “You didn’t answer the phone.” 

You move away from Stu to stand closer to Billy. You do feel sorry for missing the calls, but you’re not in the mood for this. You’re too tired for anything that isn’t casual and happy. “I’m sorry,” you say again. 

There’s something harsh about Billy’s expression. It’s so sharp it hits you straight in the chest. You don’t like it. You want it gone. It doesn’t feel like you’re standing next to the Billy you know. You reach a hand out without thinking, your fingers cautiously brushing against his lower arm. With no warning, Billy turns his hand over in order to grab your hand. He squeezes your hand so tightly it feels uncomfortable. He takes advantage of his hold on you, tugging you forward. You stumble, catching yourself before you can fall against his chest. Billy tilts his head down, his forehead just barely touching yours. The way he’s looking at you changes slightly, but it doesn’t lose its intensity. 

After a long second, you find a meeker version of your voice. “Are you mad at me?”

“Don’t leave me,” he blurts out, voice low and harsh and so close to vulnerable a chill runs through you. Despite the alcohol in your system, you know that this stray from his usual facade is significant. You just don’t understand why. 

You hold his stare as long as he lets you. He breaks away from the display of neediness, turning his head to hide his gaze in your neck. His father’s voice is screaming in his head, repulsed by his own weakness. Torn between pushing you away and pulling you even closer, Billy’s grip on you tightens even more. 

A more sober you would have reacted differently. You wouldn’t have pushed Billy away, not after what he said, but you might have hesitated a little more, maybe even questioned what he meant. “What?” You almost regret breaking the silence, one of your hands moving to smooth his hair. “I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls away just enough to look you in the eye. There’s an uncertainty there that exhausts you. “You know how much you guys mean to me.” When Billy still doesn’t ease, you frown, placing a hand on his cheek. “You guys want to sleep over? We can watch movies and tomorrow morning you can see how not hung over I am.” 

“Adorable,” Stu hums teasingly, running a hand up and down your upper arm, “You two should kiss and makeup more often.” 

You roll your eyes. “We weren’t fighting and we didn’t kiss.” Billy, feeling a tiny bit better, places a hand on the back of your head. He pulls you forward, kissing the side of your head. You smile, fondness pooling in your eyes. “Haha,” you mumble dryly, “Are you guys staying over or not?” 

After a second, Billy answers, “We’ll stay since you clearly can’t be trusted to stay home alone. Leaving your window open is opening-scene-of-a-horror-movie level of a bad idea.” 

You don’t glare at him the way you normally would. Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol, or maybe it’s the warmth of their touch against your flushed skin. “As long as you guys are staying.” 

[miam0re]

Jealousy HeadCanons | Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Venti

Warning: Diluc-Rough sex, semi-public sex; Kaeya- teasing, hair pulling; Albedo- workplace sex; Venti- Public sex

Pairing: Diluc, Albedo, Kaeya, Venti X Fem!Reader (Separate)

Mia's Notes: Damn this took longer than expected lmao. I really wanted to include aether but we literally know nothing about his character. I might write some individual stuff about him though.. Anyways all these are what I think about the boys! Happy reading! Not proofread-

WC: 0.9 - 1.0 k per character

On a scale of 1 to 10, I personally feel he would fall at a 5 or 6. He doesn’t get jealous that easily because of how mature he is- he doesn’t feel that you talking to tavern patrons or bards is a reason for him to be jealous. They wouldn’t hinder your relationship in any way and Diluc knew that.

However, the one person who sparked the green monster in him and made his chest twist in irritation was Kaeya. Yes out of all the people in Mondstad, the cavalry captain was the one he was most wary of.

Of course, his caution was justified. Often Kaeya would visit the two of you at the bar and proceed to steal you away from Diluc the entire night.

“Sneaky bastard.” Diluc would mutter under his breath and continue tending to the patrons as if seeing you and Kaeya fairly alone didn’t bother him

His excuse is, “I’m just keeping your beautiful, lovely girlfriend company while you work. I’m sure she wouldn’t like to be alone, that too in a bar where drunkards don’t know their limits.” He would wink at the red-haired bartender just to piss him off.

And don’t get me started on the way Kaeya would brush his hand over yours, or ruffle your hair playfully- all with friendly intentions, knowing you were well taken and happy in your current relationship with Diluc. Both Kaeya and you knew that his goal here was to just piss off Diluc.

And it was working really well. But Diluc wasn’t one to outright show his jealousy. He had an image to maintain and of course, what good would it do to throw a tantrum?

If he did express himself, he would definitely give Kaeya a reason to bother him further, and Diluc didn’t want to taint his dignity.

However when Kaeya pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and called you “his cute little dum dum”, something snapped in him, the anger bubbling greater when you laughed at Kaeya, clearly just being polite.

Throwing his towel and apron at Charles, diluc circled the counter until he towered over your seated figures.

“Kaeya, doesn’t the cavalry captain have duties to attend to in the morning? I think it would be wise for you to go and get some much-needed rest.” Diluc’s tone was flat, but the swirling in his eyes indicated something deeper.

“Alright, I guess I’m wanted no longer. We’ll catch up some other time Y/N.” He shot you a wink before shuffling out the tavern on his wobbly feet.

As you waved back and yelled out a goodbye, Diluc turned to you, eyes holding a fire in them, rarely ever seen.

“You, you’re coming with me.”

When jealous, sex with diluc becomes less of him wanting to show you affection and more of him pounding himself into you until all you can think about is him, forgetting about that dumb brother of his.

It’s like he’s trying to prove to you, that he’s so much better than every man that’s ever fucked you, and every man who wants to.

During jealous sex, he’s very verbal about what made him jealous, becoming an open book- so easy to read.

“Ahhh Diluc! Slow d-ahhh!” Your sobs and moans came out broken as you laid flat against a table in the basement with Diluc in between your legs. With every impalement of his dick in your slipper cunt, you shook violently on the table causing it to squeak in rhythm. You screamed loud enough to be heard by the patrons above, if not for their loud chatter and the bard’s music.

“That…stupid cavalry captain. You had no need…to be nice to him. Yet…you can’t help being sweet huh?” Diluc scoffed, jealousy fuelling him to dig his nails deeper into the plush of your thighs and drive deeper into you.

You blabbered dumbly, hands flailing around to find something to grasp onto, eventually settling on the lapels of Diluc’s jacket.

“Mmmm Diluc- kiss me..” You moaned desperately, tugging on his clothes. He huffed out a breath and released one of your thighs to grab your chin and smash his mouth onto yours, eating out all your sounds in a sloppy kiss, ignoring the light hints of alcohol on your tongue.

When he pulled away, your expression was completely dazed and drunk because of him. “Mmm love you.” You muttered, biting your knuckles to stop the moans from coming out of you since Diluc increased his pace to chase his orgasm.

When he felt like he was ready to spill, his mouth latched to your bare shoulder as he bit down, moaning loudly in harmony with your scream. A thick rope of his cum gushed into your orgasming cunt, fluids mixing together deliciously.

“I love you too. You’re mine. My gorgeous Love. No stupid man can take you away from me.”

Once the two of you come down for your high and finally Diluc comes back to his senses, his face tints a deeper red, out of pure embarrassment.

He would help you sit up and dress but would hang his head low the entire time, avoiding your gaze.

To get him to talk to you, you would have to grab his face and bring him in for a kiss. He’d positively melt into your embrace and return your kiss, hugging you tight.

“I am sorry, Love. It seems that I got carried away.” He’d mumble, brushing his thumb over the hickey on your neck.

“Apology accepted, but on the condition that you admit you got jealous of Kaeya.” You giggle and nudge his arms as he groans and rests his head on your shoulder.

“There is no way I am admitting to such foolish feeling.”

Kaeya gives off 9 out of 10 jealousy vibes. Yes, he trusts you infinitely, he knows that you love him and only him, but he has a complex where he just can’t stand other people talking to you and stealing your attention. Very possessive boy we have here.

Honestly, it doesn’t even have to be other men trying to court you to get him to be jealous. You spending more time with your friends over him makes him pout like a kicked puppy. He can’t help it! He’s addicted to you

Lisa, as we all know, loves tea, and you along with Jean happened to be her favourite test subjects. Whenever she had a new brand of tea delivered to her home, her first response would be to invite the two of you over immediately.

Saying that Kaeya was lowkey jealous of how often you went to tea with them was an understatement. He was your boyfriend! All of your free time and attention is supposed to be his!

Also, Lisa was too comfortable around you. Kaeya knew that you had no interest in her, and only saw her as a friend and colleague, he couldn’t help but scoff at how touchy Lisa would be with you.

If he ever happened to accidentally stumble into the cafe you all spent time in (that’s a lie, he overheard the three of you making plans and scheduled his day according) he would wave at you in mock surprise and sit with you guys, interrupting your conversation with his nonsense.

Lisa would sometimes pipe in between. “Oh cutie, you have a little something on your lip. Let me help.” Humph, Kaeya could have done that for you instead.

Ah and then there are the days when you dress better than usual. So stunning, so hot, so…not for him?

“Well hello there darling. Are you wearing such a beautiful outfit to impress me?” His arms wrapped around your torso as you adjusted your make-up. You could see his wide smirk and impure intentions in the mirror.

You chuckled and patted his head, giving him an apologetic kiss. “Sorry to disappoint Love, but I’m dressed up to go meet Lisa and Jean.”

His smile fell and blue eye stared into your reflection. He’d stick his lower lip out dramatically. “You’re always hanging out with them. What about me?” He’d whine, hugging you tighter.

Even after hearing his desperation, you continued with your routine. “I know, I’m sorry, but Lisa has this new dandelion tea which she wanted us to try. I’ll try to come early tonight.” You turned to kiss his lips briefly before heading to the door.

Suddenly you’re pinned against the oak wood, a gasp escaping your lips as you stare into your lover’s eyes.

“You’re sorry right? Why don’t you show me how much?” His attempts to seduce you weren’t in vain as you whimpered under his intense gaze.

“But Lisa..” You mumbled.

“Lisa can wait a little while, can’t she?”

Jealousy sex with Kaeya is mostly him taking back your attention, but making you do all the work; after all, you’re the one apologising to him.

It’s him showing you that he’s the only one who deserves to be focused on, and you best forget about everyone else because nobody can make you happy the way he can.

He’ll be so vocal about how better he is than everyone else and how bad he wants to hold you all the time. He’s obsessed with you, and by the way he’s screwing you, you gotta admit you’re obsessed too.

Tell him how amazing he is and maybe he’ll pound into you a bit harder.

“M sorry, Kaeya. Sorry.” You whimpered into his shoulder. He chuckled and ran his fingers over your hips, grabbing you and lifting you, only to drop you back on his cock. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, grinding on Kaeya’s hip, feeling the friction of his dick against your walls.

“Mmm pretty girl. Doesn’t that dress look better on the floor? Isn’t it better to sit on my dick and ride me rather than sit on some boring chair in a cafe and talk boring things with Lisa?” He teased, reaching up to nibble your earlobe.

You tried to gather your words into a comprehensible sentence but all that came out of your slack jaw was pleads to feel him more.

“Come on babe, I know you can move better. Aren’t you trying to show me how sorry you are?” Kaeya’s mocking words went right to your core as you nodded dumbly. Taking hold of his shoulder and rolling your hips on top of his roughly. Kaeya couldn’t help but bite his lip at the sight in front of him- your completely fucked out face with mascara stains running down your cheeks, lipstick smudged from how much you both had been kissing, and how his dick disappeared into your body whenever you moved around.

“Kaeya…” You moaned out, dropping your mouth against his to cover your lewd sounds. He took this as a sign of your nearing orgasm so he tugged your hair and pulled you away so that he could see your erotic expressions.

“Tell me you love me while you cum all over me.” He smirked, keeping your head in that perfect position.

“I love you so much, Kaeya! Fuck- So so much!” You practically scream, gushing over his dick. Hearing your sweet high pitched voice, Kaeya felt his own orgasm flow through him and into your slick covered cunt. You slumped into his lap, savouring the warmth of him and his liquids in you.

“My gorgeous darling. Apology accepted. Love you.”

Post sex, it will be his turn to apologise, for making you miss tea time with Lisa and Jean.

But his apology is far from genuine. Will apologize with more kisses and attempts to start round two.

“Can’t believe you did that out of jealousy.” You huff as he peppered kisses over your naked shoulder as you cuddled in bed, giving great attention to the hickies.

“Jealous? Me? Not a chance. I was just horny.”

He’s too focused on his Alchemy to be jealous, it is surprising he even landed a girlfriend like you. Gonna give him a 3 out of 10 on the jealousy scale.

He isn’t exactly human so his jealousy is quite less than what you would imagine it to be, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get an uncomfortable tightness in his chest when you’re with someone else.

Most of the time, because of how busy he is, you’d talk to his apprentices-Sucrose and Timaeus- and soon enough, you three were an inseparable trio.

Albedo was glad they liked you so much that you were practically glued. How adorable.

But with every passing day you spent lesser time looking over Albedo’s shoulder and asking him the simplest questions about his work. He felt a cold emptiness, where your warmth usually was.

“How peculiar…” Albedo thought out loud when he suddenly started missing you again. Shaking his head, he went back to work.

Right as he put a period mark to end his entry, he heard the door open and your sweet laughter echo through the room.

His heart beat faster as he turned around to greet you, smile falling when he saw that you had an arm slung over Sucrose and Timaeus, all of you looking bubbly and happy. His frown twitched at the sight.

“Thank you for such a wonderful time Y/N. That travelling circus was a pleasure to watch.” Timaeus grinned as you pulled away from them and walked to your statue like boyfriend, giving him a quick side hug before walking away.

“The travelling circus?” Albedo asked slowly.

“Yes. Y/N treated us to a show and it was wonderful! You should have come with us Mr.Albedo” Sucrose exclaimed and talked on about it to Timaeus. Well Albedo really did want to go, but work came first.

Anyways none of it mattered now that he’d get to spend some time with you. He may have not been the most affectionate, but whenever he was, he would give you all the love he could.

When he turned to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into a longer hug, he noticed how you still had your boots on. Usually you’d change into your comfortable slippers that you left in his locker by now…

“Love we’ll be back by evening alright? I have to show Timaeus around Springvale.” You kissed Albedo on the cheek and walked towards Timaeus.

Albedo was observant; observant enough to notice the way Timaeus’s cheeks coloured and how he twiddled his thumb as you approached him. Did…he have feelings for you?

Having had enough of you not spending time with him, Albedo grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, could you possibly change your plans for the day? I wish to discuss something important with you?” You tilted your head in confusion, but Sucrose was quick to catch on. “Don’t worry Y/N! I can show him around!” And as quick as the wind, the two of them vanished.

Now back to your boyfriend and you. “What is it Albedo?” You asked, slightly worried about what’s to happen.

“It’s just…You’ve been away for a while…” Albedo murmured, trying to control the warmth rising to his cheeks.

He was so obvious, you couldn’t stop your little grin. “Albedo, are you jea-Mmmph!” Your words were cut off when he kissed you.

Jealousy sex with Albedo is him craving your attention, loving you and showing you how much he desires you. His jealousy stems from his love for your presence, even though he himself doesn’t realise how important you are for him.

“I missed you.” Albedo hissed as he had you bent over his workbench, screwing you from behind. Your arms ached at the way he had them crossed behind your back and trapped with his fingers, rubbing soft circles on your wrists.

You were barely able to talk between your sniffles and sob, so Albedo decided to continue, words barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “You should spend more time with me. You always hang out -fuck- hang out with the other two. Have your forgotten about me?” He groans when your walls clamp around his dick, squeezing him tight.

“Mm Bedo…” you whined and hiccuped, feeling your knees weaken further with ever push of his hips into yours. His dick glided beautifully into yours and prodded at your cervix, making you jolt under him. “Ahhh Bedo! I love you! All yours…” Mind gone blank under the intensity of his movements, all you could do was chant out his name.

He smirked at the sight, feeling a sense of pride and contentment. He leaned over your shoulder and kissed your lips, mixed saliva dribbling down your chin from the sloppy action of his. He practically took your breath away, with his hard thrusts and heart racing kisses.

“Bedo…wanna cum..” You mumbled against his lips as he hummed in response.

"Then cum." Grabbing your hips and leaving your arms free, he slammed into you a final time, the two of you coming undone in synchronised euphoria.

Once done, he would hold you in his lap on one of the chairs and rub away your running tears, soothing you.

“I love you Y/N. I missed you.” He pouted and kissed your reddened wrists.

You sighed and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll spend more time with you, promise. Were you really jealous about that?”

“I supposed so, but none of that matters now.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

Venti is pretty jealous, a good 7 out of 10. Being worshipped as the Anemo archon by the people of Mondstad has really boosted this man’s ego.

Being the lover of an archon is quite a challenge given how often he isn’t around, busy doing his little to nothing archon duties.

When he’s gone, you would spend your time with the knights of Favonius, being one of them. You were great friends with Kaeya, loving him for his silly nature.

Venti was not happy. He knew he wasn’t around most of the time but that doesn’t mean you should replace him!

And how preposterous! You started going to the tavern with Kaeya! Venti is supposed to be your drinking buddy!

Venti pouted when he entered the tavern and saw you laughing away with Kaeya, talking about God knows what. Wait..he didn’t know..

Anyway, Venti isn’t shy to show everyone that you’re his. His jealousy is written on his forehead with a stark black marker for everyone to see.

“Good evening, My Love.” Venti sauntered towards you, seating himself in the free seat beside you and tilting your face to plant a kiss on your red lips.

The traces of dandelion wine lingering on your lips made the kiss even sweeter. But short-lived was the moment when you pulled away. “Hi sweetheart.” You blushed and hid your face in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and then caught Kaeya’s eye, sending him a naughty smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know we had company. Didn’t notice you.” Venti huffed out.

Kaeya laughed and wasn’t ready to back down, raising his mug towards the bard. “All is forgiven. How bout a round of drinks? It’s on me.” Who was Venti to say no to free alcohol?

A few drinks later, Venti was drunk. Super drunk. But Kaeya kept his composure even though he himself was feeling slightly tipsy. Trying to impress you it seems.

“Oh Venti, you know you can’t handle your alcohol.” You sigh as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leans on you for support, babbling about how he wasn’t drunk and desired more.

The next words you spoke made him snap his head in your direction with a scowl on his face.

“You should be like Kaeya, he’s careful with his alcohol.” Of course, you meant that lightly and didn’t mean to attack the bard in any way BUT HE WAS ATTACKED AND HE WAS GOING TO ATTACK BACK

He scoffed at Kaeya who chuckled at your word. “Aw is the bard jealous of my alcohol tolerance.” Kaeya patted Venti’s beret, much to his irritation.

“Come on Y/N. Let’s go home now. I wanna go home.” Venti pouted and pulled you out of the tavern, sending a stern look to the knight he left behind. Kaeya just smirked in return.

“Venti slow down. Wait AHHH” Before you could speak any further, Venti picked you up and using his archon abilities, launched you both into the air, carefully landing by the tree in Windrise.

“I’m so much better than Kaeya.” Venti didn’t let you defend yourself, resorting to undressing you and pinning you to the tree.

Jealousy sex with Venti is hard and fast, him trying to feed his ego by hearing you scream out his name. Scream out his name for everyone else to hear.

Cheeky words praising himself and you would slip from his lips throughout as he shows you that you’re all his.

“Let me hear you say my name,” Venti grunted as he pressed you further against the bark of the tree, curving your back perfectly. He squeezed your ass and felt pride at the way you whimpered and dug your fingernails into the wood. Such a beautiful sight, all for him to see.

“Venti...Venti!” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back against his shoulder, hips grinding into the tree with his thrusts. You knew that your stomach would be covered in scratches and thorns from the tree but you couldn’t care right now, sole attention on Venti taking you from behind and your juices running down your legs.

He grabbed your face from behind, looking at your glossy eyes. Smiling, he brushed his lips on yours, hearing you whine for more than a peck. “Could Kaeya ever do something like this?” He slurred, still being high on alcohol.

“Mm n-no. Only you can fuck me like this.” Your words had his dick twitching in your gummy walls, stirring him to pound deeper and faster until you were screaming for any passerby to hear.

Venti’s name rolled off your tongue like a mantra and he couldn’t get enough of your sweet sounds along with your warmth sucking in his dick.

“Oh my sweet flower, take in all of my cum like a good girl.” His hand circled your body to play with your breasts. You moaned out a yes, bending forward to prepare for his load.

And with a few slaps of his dick into you, he was unleashing all of his ejaculate into you, plugging you until you stopped shaking from your shared orgasm.

Afterwards, venti will continue to praise the both of you, cuddling you under the tree and wrapping his cape around your naked figure.

“You’re so perfect for me, My Love. And you’re made for me. Perfection for perfection.” He declared, enjoying your sweet giggles.

“You’re so full of yourself venti.” You softly aim to smack his shoulder but he grabs your wrist, kissing the delicate skin.

“Isn’t it more accurate to say…you’re full of me, My Love?”

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Junhui/Minghao: Sharing Is Caring (Spin-off)

Anonymous asked: OMG could you do a jun and minghao threesome for the imprinted series?? one in which they get possessive over the reader ? but like not too much but just a little like not a lot but just enough thankyouiloveyoubye

Characters: Junhui x female reader x Minghao

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college-ish au (they’re in college and it mentions studying that has to count, right?), literally just smut (threesome, anal, mostly dom-ish!junhao, sorta jealousy sex, marking) some fluff n angst, not proof read bc i wrote this like 1+ years ago and i hate reading my own smut lmao, if i missed anything pls lmk

Word count: 5,558

Summary: Everyone knew it would happen eventually, but you really never were prepared for dealing with mating season with both of your mates at the same time.

Tags: @psshwa​​​​ @uglyratlmao​​​​ @brokenbutchocolate​​​​ @shra-vasti​​​​ @killcomet​​​​​

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

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Mating season was something you kept track of on your phone’s calendar. You had two mates and had to plan accordingly, but sometimes the dates would shift. That always made it a bitch because you were nervous for the time that your mates’ cycles would match up with each other, and then you’d be in for a tiring week – an interesting one, but definitely tiring.

But this one time, their behavior was a dead giveaway for their time of the month. You were trying to study for midterms, but the two of them were actually bickering over you. One was stuck to one side of you while the other was clinging to the opposite side, and they were swatting each other’s hands away while giving low warning growls. They’d never fought over you before, so you knew it was a sign.

“Stop,” you finally snapped looking up from your textbooks. “Are you two going to act like this all week?”

Minghao looked slightly frightened by your sudden outburst – you’d never snapped at them since you had fought with Jun at the party your relationship started at – but Junhui didn’t back down, which was what usually happened.

“How did you know it was that time?” he quizzed.

“Since when do you two growl at each other when the other touches me?” you asked.

To that, Jun didn’t have an answer, so he just huffed, “_____--”

“No, I’m not dealing with it,” you stated. “If you can’t get along, I’ll just have Seungcheol put the two of you in the basement. I have midterms to study for and neither of you are helping.”

“Please don’t, _____,” Minghao frowned, hugging you tighter. “We’ll behave.”

However, Junhui did the opposite of what Minghao promised, and snarled at him as the younger wolf pulled you closer. You groaned and stood up, stomping to the kitchen where you knew at least somebody from the pack would be. You saw Mingyu, Bomi, Eunmi, Kira, Joshua, Seokmin, and Yerin. All of them looked at you when you entered, since your footsteps were loud from your frustration.

“Can somebody take Jun and Minghao to--”

“No!” Minghao whined as he got up to follow you.

But Junhui yanked him back down and tried to get up himself, wanting to get to you first. Minghao grabbed the older wolf’s leg and pulled him back down, thus, resulting in a fight breaking out between the two of them.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Joshua sighed, standing up from his chair as he heard the loud noise and the snarling. He went to the living room with the group from the kitchen following behind him. “Hey, break it up!”

Eunmi held you toward the back of the group, worried them seeing you would make the fighting worse.

Seungcheol raced down the stairs when he heard the commotion, and the other mates and wolves wandered out to see what was happening. You were completely embarrassed that your two mates had caused a scene like this.

It took a few of the wolves to break your mates up, but they managed. Then Seungcheol searched for you, wanting to know what happened. He looked angry, but you knew it was at your mates, not you.

“They’re about to start mating season,” you told him.

At that information, most of the pack struggled to hide their snickers, smirks, and giggles. Seungcheol’s eyes widened, not just worried for the two wolves who would probably get aggressive toward each other since wolves were territorial over their mates, but because their sexual needs would be increased, and that need would be aimed toward you.

“Both of them?” he gasped.

You nodded, “They’ve been arguing with each other over me all day. I told them if they couldn’t get along, they should go to the basement.”

“Do we have enough restraints for that?” Soonyoung muttered, looking around for an answer.

“Minghao’s usually good about controlling himself,” Seungcheol noted. “Although, since he’s feeling extra territorial because of Junhui, he might come find _____, and that’s not fair to Jun for only one of them to be around her.”

“I have some sturdy handcuffs,” Aya said, raising her hand.

The pack all looked at the small female wolf, but her expression didn’t falter, and she didn’t blush.

“Uh, what do you need handcuffs for...?” Seokmin wondered, seeming to be the only one who didn’t understand.

Even innocent and quiet little Yerin was blushing and hiding her face in Seokmin’s chest.

Now, Aya finally smirked and looked up at the younger wolf, “For fun.”

The alpha sighed, shaking his head, “I think we’ll just chain one wrist each to the bed. It’s unfair to completely restrain one and not the other.”

“Won’t they be too close to each other? What if they get too angry?” you asked worriedly, not wanting your mates to get hurt.

“Don’t worry,” Seungcheol reassured you with a sure smile, “we’d never let them get hurt.”

Thus, your two mates were dragged to "the cage” until they either calmed down or worked out their problems. You just watched, trying to ignore the puppy dog eyes and the whines they emitted before they were brought through the door and down the stairs.

-

It was surprisingly quiet ever since they’d gotten put in the basement, and you were getting curious as to what was going on down there. It was clear you were getting worried, so a few of the girls tried to keep your mind off of it by talking with you once you were done with your studying.

“Do you think I was too hard on them?” you wondered.

“Definitely not,” Faye reassured you. She had been mated the longest, so you trusted her. “Bomi said Hao put Jun in a headlock.”

“Doesn’t that mean they’ll just keep fighting if they’re in the basement together?” you quizzed, growing more and more worried.

“Everything will be okay,” Aya promised. “If it really does bother you, you should go talk to them and see if they’re okay.”

“Just know,” Eunmi began, “that once you’re down there, we’re not helping you.”

Bomi made a face, “Yeah, you’re on your own after that.”

“But let us know how it goes!” Rini grinned.

You sighed and stood from the couch, the girls’ words giving you mixed feelings as you walked to the basement door. Even once you were descending the stairs, the basement was quiet. You rounded the corner, but saw Minghao poking his head out from the bedroom door. It made you jump, as you expected him to be chained up.

“Jesus Christ, Jun!” you gasped, holding a hand to your heart.

“_____?” he stepped out of the room fully, cocking his head to one side. His skin looked flushed, but he was acting oddly normal. Though, you did notice his hands were shaking. “What’re you doing down here?”

“What are you doing not chained up?” you asked.

Minghao appeared then, chuckling softly, “Chan forgot to take the key. It’s actually a good thing you came down.”

“…Why?” you quizzed, though you were slowly starting to feel hotter under the gaze of both of your mates. The feeling of the air wasn’t exactly calm despite their demeanor.

Minghao walked up to you, brushing your hair back, “We wanted to apologize. We acted poorly, and we’re sorry for fighting. Right, Junhui?”

“Yeah,” Jun nodded, swallowing thickly as he went to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder – you tried to ignore the fact you could feel his growing erection on your backside but that was difficult, “we’re really sorry, baby. We promise we won’t fight anymore.”

And true to their word, Minghao did eye the older wolf, but didn’t growl or snarl at him. Instead, he traced your jaw with his index finger, smiling a little too innocently.

“We actually decided,” he began quietly, his golden eyes starting to get red flecks in them, “we should be capable of sharing you this week. That is, if you’re okay with it.”

You nodded slowly, unable to deny your mates when they needed the help – plus, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about having both of your mates at the same time. Honestly, you always wanted to suggest a threesome with them, but you knew the two boys could be a little territorial sometimes, and you were afraid of making them uncomfortable.

Jun’s already-red eyes looked up at the younger wolf, “Does that mean it’s okay?”

Minghao chuckled, “I told him to act calm when you came down. Junhui’s actually dying to have you touch him.”

Jun nodded quickly burying his face in your shoulder as his arms tightened around you, “Please tell us we can have you,” he whined.

“We,” Minghao corrected sharply, his upper lip curling back a bit in a silent snarl.

Minghao complained in Mandarin to Junhui, who just rolled his eyes and replied harshly in the same tongue. You didn’t know many words in that language, but you knew Jun was begging for something from the way he said, “please”.

Minghao’s eyes landed on you, taking your hands in both of his while Junhui continued to keep your back flush to his front, “He wants to know if we can mark you since we can do it at the same time.”

You ignored Jun muttering something about calling dibs because your heart rate picked up, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You simply nodded, “Y-yeah. How bad will it hurt?”

“It won’t,” Minghao was quick to promise, already starting to press soft kisses on the skin of your neck. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“You won’t feel a thing…” Jun smirked as he cupped your cheek and brought your lips to his.

The kiss started out soft but passionate, Junhui’s warm lips moving with yours expertly, while Minghao continued to work on your neck, sucking and nibbling on the spots he had learned you reacted to best. You gasped softly when Minghao’s teeth scraped against a particularly sensitive spot with a healing love bite, so Jun took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

You slowly felt yourself being both pushed and pulled backwards toward the bedroom where the two wolves were supposed to be locked up. Jun pulled away when you got to the doorway and let Minghao spin you around to kiss him instead, while Jun closed the door and took his shirt off.

Minghao held your waist, purring as soon as your lips met his. You knew between the two of him, he was the more composed one, but his member already hard and fully erect in the uncomfortable confines of his jeans. You could feel it pressing against your thigh, so you let your hands trail to the button of his pants and push them down.

Behind you, Jun played with the hem of your shirt, starting to slide it up as his fingertips ran over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You pulled away from Minghao to lift your arms, the younger wolf shoving his jeans off quickly. While he did that, Junhui gripped your chin lightly, smirking when you met his gaze with a gasp.

“Did I startle you?” he chuckled, his voice low and soft before he pressed his lips to yours in a lingering kiss.

You felt your shorts being tugged down, and you didn’t know if it was Minghao or Jun’s doing, but you didn’t really care either way. You gasped again, a shiver going down your spine as you felt wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing down your stomach as Minghao’s hands rested on your hips and rubbed small circles into your warm skin with his thumbs.

“I need you…” he mumbled, his tone bordering a whine. “It really hurts, _____.”

You pulled away from Jun, but he just gripped your waist tighter, “Why does he get you first?”

You frowned at him, your hands resting on his, “You promised you’d be nice.”

He huffed in annoyance because he didn’t want to share anymore, but he didn’t want you to leave, either. Instead of replying, he spun you to face the bed before he slipped your panties off and let you step out of them when they dropped around your ankles.

“Lay on your stomach for me, then,” he told you, pointing to the bed. “Put your head by the edge.”

You weren’t sure why he was so specific about your position, but did so without complaint. Minghao seemed to catch on pretty quickly, though, when he watched Jun lay on his stomach between your legs.

Minghao stood in front of you, his hands softly running through your hair as you glanced up at him before your hands went to his boxers, tracing the outline of his erection. He groaned quietly at the feeling, begging you to do more.

As you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, you felt Junhui’s index finger slide from your slit to your clit, humming softly to himself. “You smell amazing, baby.”

You bit your lip, pulling Minghao’s boxer’s off and letting his erection spring free. It had already stained his boxers with precum, and it looked red and painful. He let out a soft whine as you gathered up his precum with your hand and began stroking up and down his length.

Then you gasped, feeling Jun’s tongue traveling the same path that his finger had. He groaned softly in approval, “You taste even better, though.”

He slid a slender finger into your heat experimentally, though you could easily tell he was holding back from the low growl you heard in his chest. Minghao, however, didn’t have the best self control now that he was so close to getting what he wanted, and whined again to get your attention, guiding your mouth to his cock.

You opened your mouth wordlessly, looking up at Minghao with wide eyes as he slid his hard member into your warm, wet mouth. His head dropped back as he let out a broken moan, pushing until the tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly.

Jun’s arms slid under your thighs, his hands resting on the back of them. His fingertips stroked your skin softly as his tongue went in and out of you. You did your best to move your hips against his face, wanting more friction as you let out soft moans and mewls. The vibrations from the beautiful noises you were making made Minghao’s knees weak. Every little thing he felt was magnetized from mating season, and he was already so close to cumming then and there. Just the innocent look in your eyes was enough to send him off the edge, but he managed to hang out a little longer, closing his eyes and rocking his hips.

Jun pushed himself to sit up, taking off his own jeans and boxers before going to sit in the middle of the bed beside you. He moved one hand back down to your center, putting two fingers in this time and pumping them steadily. You felt him grab one of your hands, and he brought it to his own hardened member, wanting a release now too. You complied easily, using your forearm to hold you up while you continued to bob your head in time with Minghao’s thrusts.

Your hand went to work pumping Junhui with the precum that had leaked out of his tip, the knot in your lower abdomen building just from hearing the moans of your mates mixed together.

“God, you look so pretty like this…” Minghao hissed as you hollowed your cheeks.

Jun hummed in agreement, watching you though hooded eyes, “You’ll look even prettier when you’re completely fucked out from both of us, though, baby.”

Just his lowly spoken words had you moaning around your mate’s length. Jun curled his fingers and picked up the pace in turn, watching you take Minghao’s cock without complaint. It turned him on a lot more than he thought it would, but it also fueled his territorial side, and he was subconsciously moving his fingers faster and more roughly into you because of his growing jealousy.

You arched your back as your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on just Minghao, but it was hard. You took him out of your mouth to avoid possibly biting down on his length, taking your lip between your teeth as you whined loudly, “Junhui!”

Your orgasm hit hard and without warning, his fingers hitting the spot that made your toes curl, and made you see stars. Seeing you come undone in front of him was enough to send Minghao over as well, your high moans drowning out his low whine as warm streams of white hit your face. Jun groaned lowly seeing your face covered in cum, the groan also hiding a low growl that rumbled in his chest seeing somebody that wasn’t him make a mess of your face like that.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done just yet, darling,” Junhui said, his voice like velvet when he spoke. He helped you sit up on your hands and knees, shifting you to face him as he sat on his knees. “I didn’t get to cum yet.”

As you tried to compose yourself enough to help Jun, Minghao grabbed somebody’s shirt off the floor and cleaned your face off as best as he could with it. You could see from where you were that his erection hadn’t softened at all, and you knew that this whole thing was far from over.

Jun let you take your time getting yourself together, but Minghao was needy and impatient. He was already kneeling behind you and running his large hands over your ass, taking in the dip of your spine and the way your hair fell over your shoulder.

He teased your entrance with his tip, one hand running down your back, “Can I?”

You were definitely tired already – you didn’t know how since you felt like you hardly did anything – but you knew you could take more, “Y-Yeah.”

You heard the elated grumble in his chest before he slowly pushed into you, making you whine from the sensitivity from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…” he commented lowly as he pressed himself all the way inside you.

You decided you were finally ready to help Jun with his problem, so you opened your mouth and looked up at him.

You were surprised to see that he was looking at you warmly despite his previous actions, “Are you sure you’re all good?”

You nodded, so Jun slowly slid his cock into your mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as one hand went to your hair. He played softly with the strands, trying to do most of the moving for you by thrusting his hips so you wouldn’t overdo it and tire yourself out too quickly – he knew both him and Minghao were going to be hit hard this month, and the last thing he wanted to do was having you pass out from exhaustion.

He sucked in a breath between his teeth when you chased his hips as they pulled away, wanting to deepthroat him like you had Minghao because you were actually enjoying this as much as they were. He kept his hips still, letting you decide what was okay for you, and just closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.

“You’re doing so good for us, princess,” Minghao cooed, fingertips digging onto your skin.

Junhui only moaned in agreement as his fingers tangled in your hair. 

Minghao reached around with one hand to your clit, rubbing small, slow circles which contrasted the way his hips snapped into yours with such an intensity. You lurched forward every time and almost gagged on Jun.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Jun wasn’t holding back, and you could tell he was from the way his muscles strained and twitched that he wanted to find out as well. But if you knew anything about your older mate during mating season, it was that he usually got more intense after cumming the first time, which was why you typically didn’t allow him to fuck you until after his first orgasm, but that rule was already gone out with window with Minghao quickly draining your energy.

You let out a high moan around Jun’s length as Minghao thrust inside you, brushing your sensitive spot. The younger boy smirked, licking his lips hearing such a pretty noise from you, “Right there?”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as Minghao angled himself to continuously hit that spot, wanting to make you cum again. Junhui lightly pulled on your hair, growling softly, “Look at me when you cum, _____.”

You forced your eyes open, tears threatening to fill them. You could see Jun’s fangs elongating passed his bottom lip as he panted and thrusted into your mouth. His fingers released your hair, the pads of his digits massaging your scalp as Minghao tried to bring you to your orgasm faster than he was getting to his own.

As the speed of Minghao’s fingers picked up and pressed harder into your clit, you struggled to look up at your other mate, quickly being thrown into your second orgasm. Your limbs shook as they struggled to keep you up, every mewl and moan you made getting muffled by Jun’s cock in your mouth.

Jun let out a moan, eyeing you like a predator looking at it’s prey, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

With that, his length twitched in your mouth and he released down your throat. You continued to bob your head with whatever strength you had left in you, milking him for everything he had as Minghao continued to work you through your orgasm until you were whimpering and and twitching from sensitivity.

Jun pulled out of your mouth, biting his lip as he watched the trail of saliva that connected your pretty lips to his length that was still hard, “C’mon love, you can handle one more, can’t you?”

Despite the fact your eyelids were drooping, and you knew you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you also knew both of your mates were still needy and in need of another release. You nodded as Jun brushed your sweaty hair out of your face, a perfect smirk gracing his features.

“Such a good girl,” Minghao hummed appreciatively before he turned to look through the nightstand.

He knew most of the pack usually ended up leaving some of their items in the basement, and he figured nobody would notice if they borrowed one thing in particular. He came up with a purple tube and tossed it over to Jun, who caught it easily. The older wolf quirked a brow at he read the label.

“Hm, so this is how we’re doing it?” he wondered, looking at the bottle of lube.

Minghao smirked, “Relax, she’s done it before.”

Jun seemed surprised, but he should’ve assumed. He never tried anything like that because he never knew if you were into it. Clearly, he needed to communicate with your other mate a lot more.

Minghao looked back at your form that struggled to keep itself up. He lowered your head down, stroking your hair comfortingly, “You’re doing so well for us, _____. Just relax for a bit, okay? You know what to do. If you need to stop, say something. Do you understand?”

You nodded, sucking in a breath when the cool liquid hit your hole. Jun spread it around with a finger before coating his digits in the lube as well. He eyed the younger wolf, trying not to let his jealousy get the best of him as it had before. He didn’t have an outlet for his frustration just yet, and the last thing he wanted to do was rip you away from your other mate, and upset you. Instead, he tried to focus on you, and the way your breath came out in puffs as you tried to steady it. Your hair kept sliding into your face, and Minghao kept stroking it back and soothing you as Junhui slid a finger experimentally into you.

You whined softly, but both of them could tell it was one of pleasure and not pain. You relaxed your muscles, having done this before with Minghao, but everything was so sensitive after cumming two times beforehand that you weren’t sure you could handle this. Then again, you were trying a lot of new things today, so why not this?

Slowly, Jun added another finger when he decided you were stretched out enough. Then another, and another until Minghao told him you’d be okay for the real thing.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Jun smiled as he lifted your body up. Minghao sat by the headboard, his back propped up against it before he coated his length in the cool lube, “just tell us if you need to stop.”

From the soft whimper that came from the younger wolf, you knew he was hoping you wouldn’t tell them to stop. But you could also tell from the look in Junhui’s red eyes that he wouldn’t want that, either.

Jun had you straddling Minghao’s lap backwards so you were facing him instead. With you set up on your weak knees, Minghao aligned himself with your hole before both mates helped you lower yourself steadily down on Minghao. You mewled at the feeling, your eyes completely closing as your head lolled back.

“Oh, fuck…” Minghao hissed, his nails digging into your hips as his fangs poked his bottom lip. “You’re so tight, _____.”

Jun teased your entrance with his cock, looking at you for any signs of discomfort as he slowly slid in. You gasped, your hands flying to Junhui’s shoulders just to have something to hold onto. He moved slowly until both mates were completely inside you. It was a new feeling taking them both at the same time, but you couldn’t say you didn’t love it.

You nodded weakly when you were okay for them to move, and the two of them moved in and out of you expertly, timing their thrusts as if they could read each others minds. Both sets of hands on your hips and waist helped you move your hips since your legs felt like jelly, but you still tried your best to do it on your own.

A growl ripped through Minghao’s chest, vibrating into your back as his second orgasm approached. You felt his fangs graze against your right shoulder, but Jun grumbled in warning, glaring behind you at the younger one.

“Not…yet…” he huffed between thrusts, his hips snapping into yours roughly from his jealousy.

Minghao was letting his territorial instincts get the better of him as well, thrusting up harshly to meet you with every bounce. Tears began spilling out over your eyes as your head dropped forward, resting on Jun’s shoulder. You whimpered and cried out, but it was all purely from the excessive pleasure you were feeling from feeling so full. Again, it was a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you tried to clear your foggy head by focusing on getting your mates to their release.

“Look how well you take us at the same time, baby,” Jun growled lowly in your ear, one hand sliding down to your clit and rubbing small, quick circles into the bundle of nerves.

You bit down on his shoulder, causing a snarl to rip through his chest that was drowned out by your cries.

“You love this, don’t you?” Minghao spoke up, his voice a deep rumble as well. “You love having both of us at the same time, huh? We know you’ve thought about it.”

You whimpered loudly, their words about to push you right over the edge. They felt you clench around them, signaling your release. Junhui gripped your hair and made you sit up, his eyes staring intensely into yours.

“You can’t cum just yet, baby…” Jun smirked.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you looked up at him helplessly, “J-Jun, I… I-I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” he told you, wiping the moisture from your face with his hand that was on your waist. “Just a little longer.”

You brought one hand away from Jun’s shoulder, putting it over one of Minghao’s large hands. The hand still on Jun gripped him tightly, your nails digging into his skin as Minghao caught your fingers between his own, squeezing tightly.

“Hao, please…” you begged, hoping he would tell you it was okay.

The younger wolf let out a high pitched groan, “I-I’m close, too.”

Jun stared almost angrily at Minghao, sharply thrusting into you and hitting the spot that made fireworks explode behind your eyes, “Cum for us, princess. You’ve been so good for us.”

You let go, your orgasm hitting you harder than you’ve ever felt. Just as you were about to be taken over by it, you felt something sharp in both shoulders, almost at the exact same time, along with both of your mates releasing inside you. You screamed and whimpered, unable to form any actual words as a new, harder wave of pleasure washed over you.

And that was all you could remember.

-

You felt something cold on your forehead while somebody ran their fingers through your hair, and up and down your stomach. Then the soreness all over your body hit you, and you groaned softly. Both hands stopped at the noise.

“_____?” Minghao’s voice was quiet as he lifted his hand from your stomach to stroke your cheek. “Are you awake?”

You rubbed your eyes before opening them, and you saw you were still in the bedroom in the basement. Minghao was laying down with his head near your stomach, looking up at your worriedly. You recognized the pillow you had your head on to actually be Junhui’s chest.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice completely gone from the events that took place.

“We pushed you too far,” Jun sighed, sounding like he felt bad for exerting you so much. “Are you okay?”

The memories flooded back into your head, and you tilted your head – the damp cloth placed on your forehead falling to Jun’s chest – to look up at your frowning mate, “Yeah, I’m just sore. What do you mean you pushed me too far?”

“Love…you passed out,” Minghao said.

Jun’s voice was now small, like he was afraid, “We thought we broke you.”

You chuckled softly, reaching for Jun’s hand and lacing your fingers between his, “I’m okay, babe, I promise.”

“We shouldn’t have asked so much from you,” Minghao said, sounding angry with himself. “Both of us started letting the jealousy get the best of us, and we took it out on you.”

“You still held back a lot,” you noticed, reaching down with your other hand to run your fingers through Minghao’s messy hair. “Trust me, I’m okay.”

Jun just mumbled grumpily in Mandarin, making Minghao scoff, “She can’t go into a coma from that. …Right?”

You laughed, closing your eyes, “It doesn’t matter because it didn’t happen. All that matters is that I’m marked by both of my mates, who I love very much.”

That comment seemed to make them both brighten, as Minghao smiled adoringly at you, and you heard Junhui purr in his chest beneath you. The older wolf pressed his lips to the top of your head, while Minghao scooted up your body to kiss your cheek.

“They’ll be a little sore for the next few days, so be careful,” Minghao informed you.

“Her whole body will be sore,” Jun snorted. “We are sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” you told him playfully. “Does this mean you won’t want to do it again?”

“I…kinda liked it,” Minghao shrugged. “If I can be completely honest, there was something hot about seeing you and Jun...”

Jun scoffed, “This is no longer a safe space; keep that to yourself, Hao.”

You giggled, covering your reddening face, “If you two end up fucking each other--”

“Not happening,” Jun stated. “Although, Hao has a point. It really made me jealous, but…I can handle it as long as it’s just Minghao. Now, if you tried to ask me about adding anybody else into this mess, I’d kill them.”

As Jun placed the cloth back on your forehead, you looked up at the ceiling, considering your next words, “...What about one of the girls?”

Jun groaned, “Can you focus on resting?”

“Is that a maybe?” you asked with a quiet laugh.

“It’s a ‘go back to sleep, _____’,” Minghao huffed, hugging you tighter to him.

Minghao laid his head on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist, and purring as you played with his hair. Jun smiled fondly down at you, unable to help how happy it made him to see you love them both so much – and equally – without a problem. Minghao looked up and saw Jun press a kiss to your temple, making you grin. He smiled, knowing you’d always love them both, and you’d never stop.

Both of them loved you, and wouldn’t change anything about their situation.

[sugarylawliet]

remember when L and light were chained together for a while ? well, bear with me, what if Light’s gf (the reader) wanted to have sex with Light during that period of time which leads to somewhat of a threesome?

i love this idea omfg

> warnings: nsfw/smut, threesome, spit kink (i couldn’t help myself idk how i manage to fit this into every fic i write), i’ve never written a three person nsfw fic before so..,, bare with me. why did this develop lowkey lawlight undertones as i wrote it idk. also i didn’t proof read so if there are mistakes i’ll fix them later LMAO

> tag list: @deidarascumdumpster  @v3inbunny @ygm1slt @dracomalfoys-wh0re

“Ryuzaki, tell me again how long this’ll be for?” You fiddle with the long chain of the handcuffs, one end connected to your boyfriend’s wrist and the other to L’s. Tonight was supposed to be a movie night between you and Light, maybe something more, but of course, like always, some aspect of the investigation got in the way; this time being the raven-haired man who sat on the other side of you. 

“Well Y/N, like I said, until I can be 100% sure Light is not Kira, the handcuffs will stay on for monitoring purposes. I’m sorry, really, I know you’d like some alone time, but you can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Pretend you’re not here?”

L nods innocently, apparently oblivious to how fucking weird it would be for him to just sit on the side lines while you have alone time with Light. 

“Ryuzaki...no offence, but it’s pretty creepy to just have you sit there and watch while Light and I...Especially since you guys can’t really even move much without the other moving too.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out when the time comes, I suppose,” L sighs, “but I’m afraid I can’t take the handcuffs off. You’ll have to think of a solution- Light is a very smart man, I’m sure he can think of something.”

You sigh deeply, turning your attention towards Light, who’s fingers began dancing up your jaw, pulling you into a short kiss.

“Light, c’mon...”

“Hm?”

“Ryuzaki is right here...”

“Shh, it’s fine. You don’t mind, Ryuzaki, do you?” He looks at the man who sat quietly next to you.

“Me? Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Please, continue.”

Light moved his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. The chain around his wrist clatters against itself as he moves his hand to tightly grip your jaw, roughly moving your face to bring your ear close to his mouth.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You know Y/N...don’t think I haven’t noticed you have a little thing for Ryuzaki...”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice, the way you’re always touching his arm or lingering around him too long, bending over in front of him when you drop something. Is it to get my attention? To make me jealous, hmm?” You could practically hear his smirk through his words.

“N-no Light, I promise.”

“God, you’re such an attention whore. Wouldn’t you say, Ryuzaki?”

“Oh, well...” L purrs, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind to you move closer, “I’d say I’d be flattered, if that were the case.”

“Well, if she’s so desperate for attention, maybe we’ll give her some attention, hm?” Light traces his pointer finger along your body, moving from your neck down to your collarbones, your stomach, and inching closer to the place you wanted him most. He gently rubs your inner thigh, not daring to touch you as a means of teasing.

“Mmm, I think we found the solution to our little handcuff problem...” L dances his fingers along your collarbone, softly making their way to your cheek and gently pulling you into a kiss. L was attractive, you’ll admit, but something inside your chest still felt a bit weary at L kissing you so tenderly right in front of Light. It’s not that you didn’t want it, no- you wanted this more than anything. Perhaps it was the prospect that Light would be dripping with jealousy, his ego hurt yet again by the detective; that the two of them would treat this as another pride game.

Light’s hands finally make their way under your skirt, pulling your panties aside and dipping a long slender finger inside you. You gasp, arching your back and picking up your hips slightly at the sudden pleasure. L places his free hand on your hips, guiding them back down as he hums in your ear- his lips were so close to your ear you could practically feel his smirk and his silent breathy laughs tickled the side of your head.

L slides his hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts for a moment before moving his fingers to the clip in the back. “May I?” He purrs. You nodd, allowing L to unclip your bra and push your shirt up- you help him pull it over your head so you sit bare chested before the two men.

You inhale sharply as L attaches his lips to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The touches from both of the men already began overwhelming you, as Light quickly slipped a second finger inside you and L stimulated your breasts. You rake your fingers through L’s thick charcoal hair, bucking your hips in pleasure as Light picked up his pace. “Mm, fuck, Light...”

L brings one of his hands down to rub your clit with his middle finger, his speed not showing any mercy or hesitancy. Your moans grew louder and louder, Light maneuvering his fingers to twist and curl inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Yes, there was no doubt, the two enemies saw this as yet another competition for pride.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips buck higher. The two men notice your approaching climax and quicken the movement of their fingers. You release before getting the chance to even say anything or restrain yourself- you hoped Light wouldn’t be upset.

Light pulls his fingers from you, scissoring them together to watch the stickiness string together and pull apart. “Open up”, he commands, pushing his fingers into L’s mouth. L swirls his tongue around Light’s fingers, the brunette pushing them further down the detective’s throat before promptly pulling them out. 

“Y/N, be a good girl and get on all fours.” You obey, placing yourself on your hands and knees on the couch. 

“Ryuzaki,” Light states blankly, looking at the dark-haired man in front of him. L stares in Light’s eyes back, nodding. L then moves in front of you as Light moves behind you. Somehow, the two men always knew exactly what the other was thinking verbatim- you guessed it comes in handy in times like these.

You hear the clicking of Light’s belt behind you as he unbuckles it, folding it in half and smacking your backside with it, causing you to yelp. Light chuckles,  “Mm, I love those pretty little sounds from you...”

Both L and Light pull their pants down slightly to pull themselves out, releasing the strain against their pants. L runs a few fingers through your hair, gently cohearsing you to look up at him as he gazes in your eyes with a slight smile. “Open that pretty little mouth for me...”

You flatten your tongue against L, slightly sucking on the tip of his cock before he pulls your head up slightly by your hair, spitting on you. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. You nod meekly, allowing L to bottom out your mouth as he begins to thrust his hips into you.

Behind you, Light teases your entrance, slightly putting the tip of him inside you before bringing it back out in a agonizingly teasing manner. You whine around L loudly, desperate for Light. The vibrations from your sounds cause L to throw his head back with a throaty groan, moaning your name. 

After enough teasing, Light finally pushed inside of you. He rocks into you, the sensations from both men overwhelming your senses. Your moans grow louder and the echo of your whines and the other mens’ heavy breaths and pants filling the room.

“Mm, fuck, Light...Ryuzaki...” 

L pets your hair, smiling as he watches you, “You know my name, Y/N, say it...”

“L....fuck, L....” You cry, feeling your second orgasam approaching. 

L pulls out from your mouth, releasing on your face with a deep sigh as you stick your tongue out. Mouth now free to talk, you moan Light’s name, “Light, I’m gonna...”

“Do it, Y/N. Cum for me and Ryuzaki like the little attention whore you are. God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on two guys, such a bad girl....”

Light’s words only egged your climax on, and soon you came with a loud moan of both mens’ names- Light finishing soon after.

You collapse onto the couch, the three of you breathing heavily. L pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest, and holds you caringly. It’s a type of loving touch you never felt from Light, but it felt nice nonetheless.

“Light, be a darling and bring some towels?”

Light nods, leaving the room to fetch a few towels to clean up. You’re left in L’s arms on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort as he strokes your hair.