#I find her fun to play against but if they're really really good I don't do well at all

[wisteriasymphony]

I wanna start by saying i really really love all your works and your aus and your doing a great job with everything but theres something that i cannot stop thinking about it and i want to know your perspective because im sure you had a good reason

but dont you think that making sillynette fat and making her even weirder and more obsessive adds to the stereotype of fat girls are creepy and unlovable? i love sillynette and im sure thats not what you mean but ijust cant stop thinking about it please dont take it the wrong way i love your works hope you have a good day

I mean, that's not my intention? She plays much more off the Yandere trope, and the most famous examples of those are all skinny. This is mostly because in fiction size 0 is the default, I know, but still.

Silly isn't ever meant to be portrayed as unlovable either. That's why I put so much effort into making her so cute! Her biggest vices don't fall into "creepy fat pervert" territory for me since they're 1. entitlement (this extends not just to Adrien but to her status as Ladybug) and 2. a propensity for violence.

Not only that but her obsession is very clearly something she has been groomed into by Tikki as well as being a victim of predatory marketing. I feel like the argument would hold more water if her behavior just came out of nowhere, but it very clearly does not. She is a child whose insecurities have been used against her for the sake of exploitation, and is trying to regain herself through false ideas set in front of her by patriarchy. There's a cogent throughline for her actions, exaggerated as it may be, rather than it being a stereotype set to demean her.

I've looked back on old art, and it was only around maybe March of last year that I decided to make her chubbier. Still, I feel like it'd be a disservice to revert her back to being skinny. I know I should probably be more varied when it comes to my depictions of non-Silly Marinettes—I do think her not being super skinny is cool and suits her character well, but for some treason I've gotten it in my head that if I'm portraying "canon" Marinette or even a Marinette adjacent to La Terreur that I have to default back to making her skinny for recognizability's sake. It's stupid and me clearly getting in my own head and I'll get over it.

I'm not going to discount people who have problems with her character regardless. People can find issue with her just as they can find issue with Claudia and my versions of Adrien and Luka and Chloe and so on and so forth. I just think the only two options to "fix" this would be to A. remove the parasocial obsession (which thus undercuts the point of her character and the statements I am trying to make using her) or B. make her skinny again (meaning one less diverse depiction of her), and I really don't want to do either of those. So far, what I've tried to do is remove emphasis on as many aspects as I can that would lead into the stereotype (there's a reason a lot of her behavior is... well, I guess the wording would be "relatively wholesome"?), fleshing out her character as a victim of circumstance, and trying to emphasize other things as her flaws.

I don't think a character accidentally fulfilling a single stereotype is a death knell, the issue is instead when they are one-dimensionally that stereotype and/or a collection of multiple harmful stereotypes. Such is why I think it would be entirely inappropriate for Silly to additionally be a slob and/or a glutton, two big things she is very much not. I'd argue those are in fact much worse and more prevalent stereotypes to lean into, honestly.

Hopefully this clears some things up? I think Sillynette is a very fun character, and I know I and many other people love her dearly, and maybe explaining things will make you feel a little less bad about liking her, since you seem a little anxious in that ask there lol. If I made her like this because I wanted to make her unlovable, I would not go through the effort to depict her as adorable and fashionable as I do and all I'd probably use her for would be, like.. salt comics where she harasses people, or something? And that would just be straight-up wrong to do, I think. Like, repugnant even.

[cold-neon-ocean]

2, 9 for LOK?

✨ love your fandom ask game ✨ 

2. A headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

Ooh this one is kinda tough~ I'm generally rather removed from the fandom at large so I actually don't really know of a lot of popular headcanons out there, let alone ones I initially didn't like and came to like~ I really only ever consumed content about Baatar and Kuvira as they're my favorites, and with them I'd either like a headcanon outright, or dislike it outright. I will say, at least in the limited fan content I've consumed, there is a common idea of Baatar having gone to university in Ba Sing Se for a period of time. I've seen at least 3 folks use that in their writings for him, and while it was never something I was "unsure" about, I didn't initially include the idea in my version of him. I don't know who penned that headcanon first but I was always hesitant about being seen as "copying" anyone lol. I do like the idea though, especially with my very codependent versions of Baatar and Kuvira, some time apart like that during their "good years" would be rather interesting, since they have been in each other's lives for most of their lives, Baatar choosing to go where Kuvira can't follow- even for a short period of time, I can see her holding against him for a little while. Especially with her preexisting abandonment issues.

9. A ship that isn't your OTP but you enjoy

Once again I'm pretty singularly invested in Baatar and Kuvira but there are definitely some canon and fan ships that I like! Canon wise I'll always have a soft spot for Bolin and Opal, just because they're cute and I like the potential dynamic it creates with Baatar specifically. A lot of it is pretty contingent on my rewrite versions, but what can I say, I'm a bit of a sucker for puppy love. Lyn and Kya was an early ship I'd see in the fandom that I always was like *Kermit nodding gif* ooh yeah I like that, and I've also seen Lyn and Bumi which I also really like, but I never really delved into fan works of either admittedly. I'll confess that lately the crack ship of Baatar and Zhu Li has been on my mind, but definitely not as a positive ship in any way, more like a mutually waged psychological warfare that they aren't even trying to hide from each other kind. I don't remember what sparked the idea- I'm not usually one for crack ships as I tend to be pretty single-ship through and through, but it's been a fun dynamic to think about, especially the kinds of conversations they'd have.

[moisette]

Syringes are probably more "sweaty" but I feel bad using this add-on more xD; I don't know why... I just wanted to make sure they got the last gen done. I also figured he had a pallet and/or vaulting build. I also noticed the Pop so no NOED.

I didn't see much action this match so I thought it would be more fun to look for hatch instead of trying for the gate.

I still don't know this map... I did want to waste her time, though. I think it's pretty funny to see a Survivor and a Killer doing this. It looks so fucking stupid but that's just DBD xD

I gave into the ragequit epidemic today... I hate playing against Legion. A lot. Wraith too. I can tolerate 1 match or maybe 2 but I had 3 Legions today. First match was meh. He genuinely seemed a bit confused or maybe high/drunk. Second match? I get tunneled out at 3 gens. I was so over it and I DC'd on the third match. I never intentionally DC as Survivor - it's always a crash or the internet going out or the servers going down. I do intentionally DC as Killer here and there but it's due to me not wanting someone to die or if the match was over at 5 gens. I DC and no one has to die. I try to always be positive but I ran out of patience today... I'm a considerate person and tend to make myself suffer for the benefit of others and I just wasn't doing it today. Sorry.

[wileys-russo]

ingrid from "hidden in plain sight", "did you just say you got a ring?", in a cafe - thanks either way hehe

set way into the future of this and this a simple cronut II i.engen x rolfö!reader

"baby stop pouting." your girlfriend laughed, finding you curled up on the sofa with a scowl embedded into your features, arms crossed and eyes trained on the tv, though whatever was playing on the screen was the last thing on your mind.

"no! you are going for breakfast to my favorite cafe, with my sister, on my day off, and my girlfriend didn't invite me?" you huffed, flicking the amused norwegian a dirty look, grumbling something else beneath your breath in swedish she didn't quite catch.

"i made you breakfast. your sister is also my friend. it is our day off and i thought we had an agreement that it was better for everyone if you and frido have a little space sometimes." ingrid reminded with a raised eyebrow but all you did was huff again as your only response.

"i see we are being very mature today." your girlfriend teased, again copping an evil look making her smile only widen, finding your annoyance utterly adorable which was the opposite of the desired effect.

"but she third wheels us all the time! without an invitation!" you reminded throwing your arms up and following after ingrid who returned to the bedroom, your sister inviting herself over to your shared apartment with the midfielder at least twice a week, going as far as to have had her own key cut.

then another key cut when you'd confiscated that first one.

"yes which is why we all agreed on some space. look i know i am the glowing centre of both of your worlds but-" you made an indignant noise at that, throwing yourself down onto the bed with narrowed eyes.

"-but i am my own person. who sometimes wants to hang out with my girlfriend by myself-" ingrid paused to lean down and steal a kiss. "-or hang out with my best friend by myself." she finished sending you a firm look as you exhaled.

"do you promise to bring me back a cronut?" you muttered, grumpily but in acceptance that throwing a tantrum was not going to achieve what you wanted, and thinking about it further that really wasn't to see your sister today.

"of course i will my love." ingrid chuckled as you sat up against the headboard, watching as she changed which jacket she was wearing several times.

"the cream cardigan, goes with the new puma shoes you're supposed to take a picture in this week." you hinted heavily, this time finally with a small smile as ingrid clicked her tongue and smacked her palm against her head.

"i love you." the norweigan groaned, grabbing either side of your face and pressing a kiss to your lips with a loud mwah as you hummed in amusement as her phone chimed.

"enjoy your breakfast, don't forget my cronut please." you stood off the bed and warned, a few soft kisses exchanged before ingrids phone starting ringing, your sister clearly impatiently waiting downstairs.

"even when she's not here, she interrupts." you quipped with a roll of your eyes, ingrid chuckling and stealing one last kiss. "your ass looks good in those shorts." she shamelessly commented, watching as you wandered back to the living room.

"i know. thats why i wear them!" you winked, blowing her a kiss and collapsing into the sofa, wiggling around to get comfortable. "if they're still on when i get back kjærlighet, you'll be getting more than just a cronut." the norweigan smirked, sending you a wink of her own before the door closed after her.

~

"-so, i may have lied to you about wanting to see you." ingrid started as she and frido took a seat outside, sunglasses covering their eyes and coffees in hand, awaiting their breakfast to arrive.

"so it has happened. you have finally come to your senses and realised i am the better rolfö, and the more entertaining, and fun to be around, and-" the blonde started with a sigh as her best friends eyes rolled.

"shut up! let me speak." ingrid huffed as the older blonde chuckled but tipped her coffee toward her in a silent apology, nodding for her to continue, interrupted once more by their food arriving as both girls uttered thank yous.

"so i love your sister, very very much." ingrid began, food untouched as fridolina instead dug right in. "clearly, you must to have put up with her for so long. does she still do the wheezy thing when she sleeps when she-" the midfielder begun as ingrids eyes again rolled.

"frido!" "sorry sorry, go on gushing over how much you love my baby sister." she pulled a face of disgust and waved for ingrid to continue.

"i love your sister so much that i want to marry her." ingrid decided being direct may be her best choice right not to get this out, interrupted once more but this time by frido choking on a mouthful of eggs.

a waitress rushing over the swede hastily waved her off with an embarrassed grimace, chugging a glass of water as ingrid sipped on her coffee, rather unfazed by the reaction.

"marriage!?" the blonde managed to get out once she'd somewhat recovered, ingrid nodding. "but-but-you're...and she's just...marriage!?" your sister was in a state of shock, wide eyed and heart racing.

"yes. we've been together for three years now, i know she's the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. i have spoke with your parents, i have the ring, all i want now...is your blessing." ingrids voice softened, a hint of insecurity dancing around the edge of her request, coffee put down and fingers drumming on the table nervously.

"my bless-wait. did you just say you got a ring?" your sisters eyes somehow opened wider as ingrid nodded, grabbing her bag off the table, placing a small black box between them which frido carefully picked up.

"i-wow. ingrid." your sister exhaled, shaking her head as she popped open the box, oggling the engagement ring hidden within. "is it too much? not enough? will she like it?" your girlfriend bit her bottom lip anxiously, fingers resuming their drumming against the tabletop.

"hey. it is perfect because it came from you ing, of course she will love it." frido picked up on her best friends energy then, closing the box and placing it back down on the table.

"but if you have spoken with my family. why do you want my blessing?" the older girl asked with a curious though not unkind frown. "

why do you think? your opinion means more to her than she would ever let on, much more than even your parents or anyone." ingrid professed, and not untruthfully, though you may clash heads a lot your sister was one of the most important people in your life, a life you'd never dare to imagine without her in it.

"you know i love to tease her about being the baby of the family, but even with that you do not need my blessing ingrid, but of course you have it." frido spoke softly, reaching across the table to squeeze your girlfriends hand in assurance as the tension bled from her body and she slumped back into her seat with a relieved exhale.

"is that why you would not let her come? you know i have many texts from her threatening me if i did not tell you to invite her." the blonde laughed, shaking her phone making ingrid crack a smile.

"but you didn't." "of course not! when do i ever do what she wants me to?"

"you are both as bad as each other." ingrid chuckled, frido urging for her to eat before her food went cold. "so when are you going to propose?" your sister asked curiously, shovelling another mouthful of eggs in after she did.

"today." ingrid answered casually, once more causing the swede across from her to choke, scrambling for her coffee as ingrid gestured to the young waitress that again they were fine.

"today!?" "yes, today." "what if i had said no!?" "well...i was hoping you would say yes." "ingrid!" "fridolina?"

"you are proposing to my sister. today." frido managed out, once more in state of shock as the norweigan nodded. "i am going to put the ring in the cronut she keeps messaging me not to forget to bring home." ingrid smiled, drinking the last of her coffee.

"hopefully she does not choke on it." "frido! i was not worried about that before!" "well just make sure she finds it before she shoves a pastry down her throat, you know how she is, resource guarding." "your sister is not a dog." "eats like one."

~

ingrid took a deep breath as she stepped into the elevator, checking the paper bag in her hand for the one hundreth time and nodding when she saw the glint of silver just poking out.

she could do this. she could do this. she could do this. she could do this.

"älskade! you are home!"

she could not do this. she could not do this. she could not do this. she could not do this.

"oh my cronut! i adore you."

she had to do this. she had to do this. she had to do this. she had to do this.

ingrid exhaled shakily as you took the bag from her hand, chattering away now in a much happier mood about your morning as ingrid hardly heard a word, her ears ringing and legs heavy as you grabbed the cronut, ring just peeking out.

wait the ring-

before ingrid could say a single word you took an eager bite, swearing in swedish as your tooth bit something hard, eyebrows furrowing as you dropped the cronut back in the bag and cradled your jaw.

"what the-" you fell silent as you poked around and found it, ingrid exhaling shakily as she dropped to one knee, your hand slowly retracting from the bag with wide eyes, ring pursed between your thumb and pointer finger.

"ingrid-" "do you remember the first night we went out when you first came to norway?" ingrid began, shocked at how she was even able to get the words out as her stomach knotted over itself.

"well yes but-" "that couple. the proposal, in front of the entire restaurant. do you remember what you said to me?" all you could do was shake your head, your brain apparently away on holidays as it refused to function.

"you said to me you could not think of anything worse than a public proposal." "i did?" "you did, and i never forgot it."

"so. this might not be the most romantic location, and theres no sunset or beautiful backdrop, no band or photographer or rose petals-" ingrid shifted slightly, eyes trained to yours.

"-but you're here, and you're all i need. barcelona is where things with us really got their first steps, so i thought it was the right place to take the next one, together. my love, will you marry me?" ingrid barely got the words out, terrified of what might come next as a silence fell between you both.

"i-ingrid." you exhaled in a state of shock, gaze flickering rapidly between the pastry covered engagement ring and your girlfriend knelt on the floor before you.

"yes. of course! yes!" you laughed in disbelief, ingrid up and off the ground in record time, surging toward you for a very tight hug as you couldn't quite believe this was really happening.

"you put the ring in my cronut." you managed out, arms wrapped around one another in an airtight embrace. "i was worried you might choke on it." ingrid admitted, pulling back a little as you shared a glance, grins growing in both your features.

ingrid squealed as suddenly you slammed back into her, almost taking her down off her feet as your mouth captured hers in a deep and passionate kiss, tangling your hands in her hair, a moment frozen in time. your first as not just girlfriends, but now, fiancés.

"wait. is this why i could not come to breakfast!?"

[svnriseblvdd]

neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

SYNOPSIS: when your car breaks down right as you need to pick up a friend in metropolis, clark offers to give you a ride (not the type you want) and you step up your game.

everyone thank my writer's block, because if not for that, this would never have been as out there as it is. like if i'd released this half a week ago, it would not be anywhere near this level. i still had writer's block while grinding this out, so every question of where to go next was answered with 'make it HORNIER'. and you're welcome.

WARNINGS: mentions of road head, brief palming, accidental crotch grab, innuendo, clark is perpetually horny and shameful (who isn't?), he's still so down bad and needs loving desperately. (someone let this boy get RAILED (that's my job, really, but i promise i've got one more chapter idea before he FUCKS))

part one! part two! part three! part four!

You sigh frustratedly as you lift the hood of your car to try to gauge the problem. Perhaps the problem was that the car was old as hell, just repainted and spruced up a little to give the illusion that it was simply vintage, not a second hand metal bag of parts. 

“Everything okay?” 

You look up to find Clark coming over. Whether it's good luck or not, you've broken down in front of the Kents house. No family nicer than the Kents exist. It's entirely possible. They're endlessly helpful. The problem, as always, is their gorgeous son. 

It's hot out, he's been sweating enough to give him a particular entrancing sheen over his skin. And now you're frustrated for two very different reasons. 

“No. Stupid car broke down,” you muttered, chest heaving in a sigh. 

Clark’s gaze wanders, against his will. All of a sudden, he’s looking at your chest, the way your breasts have been pushed up by a combination of that gorgeous tank top and probably the bra beneath it. And now he’s thinking about your underwear. You in your underwear and nothing else. You standing in your underwear in front of him, begging for his help once again. 

He closes his eyes firmly and looks away, mentally smiting himself. He can’t think about you like that. You’re his neighbour, his friend, and you’re in trouble. 

He clears his throat, speaking in the hopes that he can distract himself from the sight of your cleavage and bare legs. “Okay, well, why don't we push it up to the house? We can take a look at it, see if we can get it started again. If not, at least it's not out in the road in the way.” 

“Yeah, I guess. Thanks.” 

And so the two of you manage to push your crappy car up to the front of the house, where Mr Kent joins you to take a look at it with Clark. 

“Good news is, it's totally fixable. Bad news is, you'd need a mechanic to do it. We'll call them and they can tow it from here.” 

You sigh, looking at your watch. “Damn it. I'm supposed to pick up my friend from the station in Metropolis in a couple of hours.” 

“Well, I can take you in our car,” Clark suggests. 

“You'd do that?” You ask, and he nods, charming smile still there. You grin, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug as his arms slide around your waist. “Thank you, Clark, you're a lifesaver.” 

Clark can feel as the blush begins to set in. “Yeah, of course. We can get going as soon as you're ready to.” 

“I'm ready now, if that's okay?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” 

It’s not until you’re in the passenger seat and on the road that either of you speak again. “So, who’s your friend?” 

“Just one of the girls from Central City. I told her she could visit once I was settled in. She’s fun, you’ll love her.” 

You play with your hair, and it sends a fresh whiff of your scent in Clark’s direction. He doesn’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo, but he knows he’s already addicted. You cross one leg over the other, and fold your arms. Clark glances over, a moment of weakness that he hates himself for. It’s like he wants to punish himself. Something in him that says that if he’s going to think like this, he can go unsatisfied and hurting. It’s not logical. In fact, he knows that looking is the one indulgence he’ll allow himself. A brief glance that he won’t let linger, thoughts he’ll bury as long as possible. 

“I’m sorry about your car,” he says, in an attempt to distract himself from your bare legs and accentuated cleavage. 

You smile a little. “Don’t worry about it. Thank you for helping.” 

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” 

“No, really, Clark, thank you,” you say, turning towards him and leaning over the console in the centre, hands resting on it and pushing your breasts up and together. “You’re always there whenever I need you. You’re so good, Clark.” He’s going to explode again. “Really. I can’t thank you enough.” 

Yet again, your attempts seem to have been either obliviously ignored or politely rejected, as Clark doesn’t respond to them. Granted, this was one of your more low-key comments, but he hasn’t even glanced at your tits, and they’re right there! 

So you decide to double down. Test to see if he’s just oblivious, awkward, or not interested. 

One of your hands lands on his thigh. He blinks, but doesn’t look at you. “You’re so helpful, Clark. Always happy to help when I need you. And I always need you. There has to be some way for me to repay you.” Your hand travels further up his thigh. In an ideal world, you’d be giving him road head right now, not halfway to it. 

Clark finally looks at you, his cheeks a little flushed, and as he turns his head, his gaze lands right on your chest. 

Immediately, though, a car horn sounds, and Clark’s eyes dart back onto the road in time to swerve back into his own lane. The road had been totally empty for a while now, it hadn’t even occurred to him that eventually they had to run into someone. 

He blinks heavily. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” 

You smile, eyes bright with mischief. “For the nearly dying? Or the other thing?” 

“Uh, both. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” 

You giggle. “It’s okay, Clark. Really, you’re fine. More than fine.” 

Your hand is still on his upper thigh, a dangerous place. A bump in the road underneath the right front wheel jolts you, and your hand accidentally slips onto Clark’s crotch, applying pressure. His eyes go wide as saucers, a strangled noise barely escaping him before he gets a hold of his vocal cords. 

“Oh!” You gasp. “I’m sorry, Clark!” 

You pull your hand off, returning to your side of the car. That had slightly ruined your entire plan. It was a total accident. You hadn’t meant to straight up grab the guy. Just tease him a little. Shit. 

When you get out of the car at the Metropolis station to go find your friend, Clark takes the opportunity to do some breathing exercises, and uses the cover of his jacket to his advantage, palming at himself to relieve the ache a little for now. He bites the inside of his cheek to suppress the urge to make some sort of sound. He doesn’t know what it’ll be, and he’s alone in the car, but whatever it is, it’ll be embarrassing enough even if he’s the only one to hear it. So instead he just breathes a little irregularly, head tilted back a little against the headrest. 

He sees your friend with you as you approach the car again, and he tears his hand away from himself begrudgingly. Your friend has a grin on her face, eyes wide with excitement as you both talk with equal enthusiasm. 

You join her in the back this time, probably for the best, but you’re still on the opposite side of the car to him, so he sees you easily in the mirror, and all he needs to do is turn his head a little and let his peripheral vision do the rest. 

“Oh, you’re so right,” your friend says, and you shush her despite your giggling. 

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Fratboy!Jaemin did a lot of things in university just for the fun of it. Massage class? Sure, why not. Gymnastics? Again, why not. Join a frat? Only because Jeno did. Working at the on campus daycare? Well, that one was because of his mom. He needed a job and she happened to know the head teacher.

So now he spent three of his days here at the daycare, taking care of the young kids with the help of one main teacher and another aide, you. The kids had named you "Pretty Teacher" and he couldn't agree more. You were a full time aide and he found that he could handle some clingy kids and no sense of personal space for a few hours a day when you were helping out beside him.

Right now, you were both leading the kids through circle time outside while the head teacher took a quick break. After some stretches and some calming exercises for the kids, they focused on building with some blocks.

One of the girls, looked up at you, judgement written clearly on her face as she looked between you and Jaemin. Her little voice rang out, "Pretty teacher, is Teacher Na your boyfriend?"

The other kids looked up then, "oohing" at the word "boyfriend." You shook your head with a soft laugh, prying apart two blocks before handing them to the boy sitting beside you, "no, Teacher Na is not my boyfriend."

The kids pouted and even Jaemin found himself fighting back a pout along with the four and five year-olds. He wanted you to be his girlfriend. He thought he'd made that pretty clear when he insisted that he play the role of 'dad neighbor' when you were given the role of 'mom neighbor' or when he brought you snacks or coffee at the before the kids showed up.

Another girl, this time sitting beside Jaemin, squealed with excitement, "he's your husband then! You're married!"

Jaemin coughed awkwardly, "we're not married."

"But you like her?" The girl asks as she cocks her head to the side.

"Yes," Jaemin answers, immediately drawing sounds of excitement from the kids. He even finds that your eyes flicker to meet his gaze before he adds quickly, "because she's my friend."

"My mommy said her and my daddy were friends before they got married!" A boy adds, "my daddy was my mommy's sister's boyfriend! That's why they don't talk no more!"

You bite back a look of shock as you try to guide the conversation away from marriage and parents, or any other topics these kids might have overheard at home. They're stubborn though, insisting that the two of you get married because that's what adult boys and girls do, "duh, teachers!"

You're given a bundle of flower weeds and pushed until you and Jaemin are sitting side by side on the bench. The oldest of the bunch, a five year-old, grins widely and begins the 'vows' going on about love and happiness. She claps her hands, "now you're married! Kiss!"

The kids sound out in a mix of cheers and boos. You laugh softly, choosing instead to hug your coworker swiftly to give into the requests of the students. It's basically nothing, you can barely call it a hug since it's more like two bodies just pressed against each other for a second. Jaemin thinks he just saw heaven. It's the best hug he's ever had and it lasted a full, singular second. It was great.

Somehow that's the only thing on his mind as he finishes off his work day. He grabs his stuff after everything has been wiped down and disinfected, lingering around the gate as you walk toward him.

"Hey, Pretty," he greets you, watching as you laugh softly.

"Hi, Nana, you waiting for me?" You ask as you close the gate behind yourself.

"A good husband waits for his wife doesn't he?" He asks with a gentle smile.

You giggle softly, knocking his elbow with your own, "oh, did we go straight from coworkers to husband and wife?"

He shrugs with an easy smile, "gotta start somewhere, right?"

You shrug, staying silent as you both walk across campus. He comes to a stop, drawing your attention, "actually, I did really want to ask you... do you want to go out some time?"

"Ooh, first date as husband and wife?" You laugh with a wiggle of your brows.

"We have to start somewhere don't we?" Jaemin asks as his smile turns nervous.

You turn to him and notice how he seems less confident, nervous as he waits for her to answer. You reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, "a date sounds really nice."

"Perfect, I'll text you, Pretty."

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Summary: Request on Wattpad - “Could u write on where y/n is a friend of Sam and colby and they invite her to a party with the intention to seduce her at said party, so the whole night they flirt with y/n and tease and touch her. When they notice that she's all riled up and confused they invite her upstairs and shit gets freakydeakey, like pure filth and name calling and stuffAnd they mostly focus on her but like that thing where they're like "you got your fun, now it's our turn to get our fun" I hope it makes sense”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol drinking, pot smoking, unprotected sex with both Sam and Colby, creampie, choking, biting, sexual inuendos, praising, dirty talk, heavy teasing, filth filth and filth

Since Halloween is coming up… I’ll do a costume party.. you’re welcome so there is slight references to the devil and other stuff like that.

Word Count: 5.7k | not really edited yet

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You put in your headband that had your white feathery halo attached to the top of it and looked in the mirror, "Hey, mick? You almost ready?"

You applied your red lipstick, pressing your lips together a few times before leaning back up, "They guys told us not to be late."

"The guys can wait, not like our lives revolve around them anyway." Mick says walking into the room.

Your life actually did revolve around them, you liked them. Both. A lot. But no one really knows it. They really can't. So you play it off, "You're obviously not as excited for this party as I am, so what gives?"

She lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, "Rough day, I guess. I need to get drunk, so.." she jumps up, her tinted pigtails bouncing as she does, "I'm excited for alcohol."

Your phone dings and you pull it out from your purse, smiling as you see it's a selfie that Sam sent of him and Colby, Hurry up and get here. We can't wait to see what costume we'll be taking off of you tonight

You roll your eyes, replying, Don't threaten me with a good time, with three added laughing faces.

It was always joke, after joke, after joke. You just wish they would finally give in to you being their girlfriend, hell, you'd even settle for being their little play thing at this point.

Colby pops up in the group chat, only one way to find out if he's joking. Get your ass hereeee!!

You bit your lip, on my way.

You were getting your hopes up, at this point you were excited for alcohol, too. But then again, alcohol, with them looking as hot as they do, probably not a good mix.

But as Colby said, there's only one way to really find out.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You arrive at the house, and it's absolutely decked out. Orange lights, pumpkins lit on each step leading up to the door, and of course the music is loud as shit.

"They really go all out, don't they?" Mick says leaning into you as you walk up the steps. You laugh slightly and look at her, "They hunt ghosts for a living, Mick. Of course they do."

She laughs and shakes her head, "Yeah, you're right." You make your way to the door that's open and has people flowing in and out of it.

"I'm going to go find a drink, you want one?" She yells to you as she looks around. You nod, "yes please and actually mix it with something."

She laughs as she walks away and you stand there, dressed in your white lingerie, mini skirt, and heels as you try to find someone you actually care to talk to.

Your small angel wings run against your arms and your heels click against the balloon filled floor as you walk.

"Hey angel."

You smirk, you'd know that voice any day, "Sam." You say turning around. He holds out an alcohol filled blood bag, "Thirsty?"

You slide it from his grasp and look at it, then back to him dressed up as a vampire, "Fitting. Very fitting." He smirks and looks you up and down and before he says anything, Colby walks up behind you, "Are you lost?"

You turn and look at him confused, "Am I what?"

"Heaven is a long, long way from here." Colby smirks slowly and your face softens as you laugh, "Ah, that's a good one, Colby. Thank you."

He looks you up and down, "Damn." He glances at Sam, "fitting isn't it?"

You look at Sam, "Huh?" He shakes his head, "Don't worry about that right now, sweetheart."

"Have you guys been drinking already?" You raise your eyebrows and look between them. They both smile and look at each other, nodding while they laugh.

"I need to catch up." You mumble as you push your way through the crowded house, trying to even catch a glimpse of Mick.

"Finally. I've been waiting for my drink." You sigh as you rest your hands on the counter, the bag Sam gave you still in your grasp.

Mick nods towards it, "where did that come from?"

You look at her and look down, "Oh. Yeah, Sam gave this to me." You shrug and toss it down on the counter, thinking about it quickly before opening it and drinking it.

"Oh my god, what the hell is in these?" You make a face and quickly chase it with a shot of something that isn't alcohol.

"That is cranberry juice and vodka." Sam says walking up beside you to make himself another drink. You look over at him, fighting back a smile, "You forgot the cranberry juice."

Mick hands you a drink before she walks away, and to your surprise, it's actually mixed very well, "Thanks."

Sam gives you the side eye with a smirk, "Lightweight."

You want to grab him and kiss him. His smirk drives you insane, along with Colby's.

And speaking of the devil, or to be specific, demon, "So what time do you have to be back in heaven?"

"Are these going to continue all night long?" You spin around, resting your lower back against the counter as you stand between them.

"Depends on how long that costume stays on for." Colby winks at you before walking away with Sam. You watch them as they move away, looking back at you with smirks on their lips.

You bit down on your cup to keep yourself from any embarrassment that might leave your lips. You quickly finish that one and spin around, their eyes still on you, as you pour yourself a drink.

You find Mick, grabbing her and dragging her over to the beer pong table, "Let's get this party started."

"Who wants to play us in pong?" Mick yells, getting almost everyone's attention.

"We will." A tall guy dressed as the joker says as his friend who is dressed as Batman stands next to him, eyeing you up and down.

"Isn't that perfect?" Mick says looking the joker up and down, "Harley Quinn, nice to meet'cha."

You take a long sip of your drink, turning towards the table and grabbing one of the pong balls, mumbling quietly, "Let's go."

You turn to Batman and hand him the other ball, "We'll shoot for first shot, yeah?"

"Anything for you, angel." He winks behind his mask and he walks over to the other side. Honestly, you loved it when Colby made the angel jokes, but from anyone else, you wanted to puke.

You shoot first, sinking your shot and Batman misses.

"We go first." You get your ball out of the cup and joker hands Mick hers and she giggles, already tipsy, "Thank you, Mr. joker."

You roll your eyes and you go to shoot. You feel both sets of eyes on you, and it wasn't from Batman or joker.

It was from the demon and the vampire who are sitting on the stairs watching your movements. You tried not to let them under your skin, blocking them out, and you sink your shot, Mick's following right behind hours.

"Two in one. We win." You hold your hands up, "Boom."

"What the hell?" Batman says and the crowd cheers for you and Mick. You glance up, Sam and Colby smiling and cheering for you as well.

"Rematch." Joker says extending his arm out, "But we get first shots this time."

You motion to the table, "All yours."

Joker sinks his, Batman doesn't. So you and Mick drink.

You and her shoot, both making it, so you get balls back. Soon enough, you knock them down to two cups, balls back again, and you win the game. You lean forward, resting your palms flat on the table, "Wanna go again?"

Batman tilts his head, "We can do this all night, angel."

And there it is, the ick.

You lean up, "I'm just going to get another drink quick. Mick, go for me." You walked away, heading over to the counter where the alcohol sits.

"So, I take it there's no curfew in heaven, huh?" Colby says walking up beside you. He leans down, resting his elbows and forearms on the countertop and you smile, "Actually, instead of being home at ten, I have to be home at 11."

Colby looks over at the clock on the stove, "looks like you got plenty of time to have fun then." He winks and rests his hand on your lower back as he stands up, "Find me later, we can have a dance before you descend back up to the pearly gates."

He stops and leans back in, "Sam too, can't make him too jealous."

You turn around, ready to ask him what he means, but he's already talking to other people. Your eyes move to the stairs and Sam is sitting there staring at you with a smile. He waves to you and you hold your hand up, in a very confused state.

They couldn't be serious. You shake your head, pouting your cup full of liquor before walking back over to the pong table.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You stumble over to the counter, resting your cup down as you debate on getting another cup. As you go to reach for the almost empty bottle, a voice makes you stop, "You sure you want more?"

You turn around and Sam's body is inches away from yours, "I feel like I kinda need it."

His hand reaches out to play with the crystal beads on your mini skirt, "You know this doesn't cover much right?"

You smirk, "Yeah, it's more for decoration, really." You look up at him, "You'd only know that if you were looking."

"Can't help but stare at the angel who decided to bless our party with her beautiful appearance." He reaches around you grabbing your cup and finishing what you had left in it.

"Hey." You whine out and take your empty cup back, "Not nice."

"I'm a vampire babe, who said I was nice?" He winks, sliding his hand slowly off of your body as he walks away, not giving you a chance to say anything else.

"Babe?" You question to yourself and turn back around slowly. You just wanted to be drunk at this point, you couldn't handle another 'joke' from them, at least if you were hammered you might at least laugh.

You perk your head up, remember what Colby said about finding him for a dance. You smirked slowly as you made your way around, asking if anyone has seen Colby, having no luck.

You make your way out back by the pool area, looking around before you see him sitting with a few other people. They're all passing around a blunt and you watch as Colby takes a hit, tilting his head back to slowly let the smoke roll out.

He brings his head back up, smirking as he sees you. You go to turn away but he calls your name, getting the other people to as well.

You walk over, freezing when you see Sam lean forward from behind the wall, "Look who it is." Sam smirks up at you, "Hey, angel, what can we do for ya."

You smile slightly, feeling awkward as you stand there with everyone's eyes on you, "I was looking for Colby, actually."

Colby raises his eyebrows, "Oh, shit." He smirks and hands the blunt to Corey, "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you." Your eyes move onto Sam. His eyes are squinted as he watches Colby get up and walk over to you. His hand rests right below your wings as he leads you back inside, "What can I do for you?"

"You said about a dance, well I'm here to give it to you." You stop and turn to him and he looks you up and down, eyes meeting yours, "That all you're going to give?"

You take a deep breath, huffing as you push past him and make your way to the downstairs bathroom. Colby follows behind you, "Hey, wait. Slow down."

You glance back at him, shaking your head as you push the door open. He quickly stops you from shutting it and pushes his way in, "I thought you wanted to dance?"

You drop your arms with a sigh, hands slapping your bare thighs, "I-I.." you groan, "Colby." You lay your hands on your face, "I like you, okay? And I like Sam. A lot."

He smirks but doesn't say anything.

After staring at him for a few seconds, you scoff, "Is that a, you don't like me back, because if you don't then I sho-" you go to walk out but he wraps his arm around the front if you and pushes you against the counter, "Did I say I didn't like you back?"

His lips are inches from yours and you've never had a stronger urge to kiss him than right now.

He leans his head back, shaking it slightly with a smile, "Sam will get jealous."

"What the fuck does that even mean? You guys are so weird when it comes to me, I thought I made it pretty clea-"

Colby leans in, pressing his lips to yours, "That's all you're going to get for right now."

"Wh-"

"It's very ironic you dressed as an angel, you know that?" His voice cuts you off, "Dressing up as one of the most pure things in the world, and yet.. you really aren't that much of an angel, are you?"

You shake your head, completely captivated by him and he lets out a low chuckle, "How can you expect to be an angel when you want both of us inside of you?"

His words make you grip his slightly undone black button up, "Colby.." you whimper out and he blows out air, "We should probably get out there.. you know before Sam comes and busts down the door."

"Wait so-"

"Just relax for a little bit and have fun, babe. You deserve it."

He steps back, releasing your hips from his grasp, "Come on, you owe me a dance." He bites his lip as he pulls you to him as he opens the door.

You stop, jumping slightly as you see Sam leaning against the wall across the small hallway, "What's going on in here?"

"Don't worry, man." Colby walks up to him, whispering something into his ear as he grabs his shoulder. A smile slowly grows on Sam's face, "Alright."

You look between them and Sam walks over to you, "Find me when you're done dancing with Colby."

He walks away, making his way to the alcohol counter and Colby wraps his arm around your waist, "Come on."

You make your way to the dance floor as someone puts on Dance (A$$) by Big Shawn. Colby yells along with everyone else and you get right into it.

Colby's hands pressing on your thighs as he grinds into you. He spins you around to face him, pulling you closer. You close your eyes, tilting your head back as you all yell out, "stop..." you look at Colby and you both smirk and say, "Now make that motherfucker hammertime like.."

You start dancing with him again, and soon enough, Sam makes his way in and you dance with him, like you were doing with Colby.

You turn around, grinding your ass on Sam as Colby holds you from the front.

"This what you wanted?" Sam asks lowly into your ear. You nod as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder and look at Colby, "Uh huh."

Sam chuckles lowly into your ear at your response, "Well prove that this little costume doesn't mean anything." His hand slides down between your legs that are on either side of Colby's leg.

You whimper out, worried that people will see and Colby reads you and leans in, "They're all too drunk to care, babe."

Sam presses his fingers hard to your clit and you grind down onto his hand that rests on Colby's, "You put on such an innocent facade, but.." Sam clicks his tongue, "We both know you're more of a devil than a saint."

You nod, completely giving into them, but that wasn't enough.

"Catch you in a bit, angel." Sam moves his hand away and steps away as the song ends. Colby grips your chin between his thumb and the side of his pointer finger, "Told ya."

They walk away, leaving you flustered on the dance floor, bodies bump into you as you stand there in a shocked state.

"Oh my god." Mick says walking up to you. You turn your attention to her, in hopes she didn't just see what happened, "What? What happened?"

"That fucking joker is macking on another Harley Quinn." She pouts, obviously drunk, "Fuck him. Let's dance please."

You weren't sure if you could, but you didn't really have a choice, plus, it wouldn't hurt to prove them right with what they think.

Innocent.

Please. You've went into buildings with them when there was a high chance of getting caught. You summon demons with them, you are far from innocent, or so you thought.

The more you thought about what they meant, it just hurt your head, so you let the music drown it out, take over.

Soon you're dancing as close as you can with Mick.

Your body rolling with here, you guys were the life of the party, until you realized that the people you were dancing for aren't there anymore.

You step back, huffing as you go get another drink. As you're drinking it, you feel a very familiar presence move behind you and lean down, "How about you meet us upstairs, hmm?"

Sam takes your cup, downing the little bit you had left, "This way, angel." He runs his hand down your arm and pulls you with him.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask confused, unsure if your dream was about to become a reality, "Sam?"

He glances back at you, smirking as he wraps his arm around your waist, "a different kind of heaven, sweetheart."

You bit your lip as you're walked into his room. He closes the door and you feel a hand slide up your chest and slowly and gently wrap around your neck, "Glad you could make it. You're way past curfew anyway."

You look at Sam, who's standing there watching Colby whisper to you as his grip on your neck grows tighter, "Looks like you'll be joining us in hell, won't ya?"

He walks you over to the bed, making you get on your knees, your back still pressed against his chest. Sam moves to his knees in front of you, brushing hair from your face, "Do you like it when Colby has his hand around your neck?"

You try to nod, but fail, so you whimper out a quiet, "Yes."

"Your innocent look makes me want to take you downstairs so every time can hear just how much of a whore for us you actually are." Sam traces your bottom lip with his thump and you part them.

His thumb slowly slides in between your lips and you close them around it, swirling your tongue and his own lips part slightly as he lets out a quiet gasp, "See this, Colby? Fuck.."

"I can see right through her act, Sam." Colby leaning, nipping your ear, "The way she looks at you. The way I catch her staring at me.. I know she wants to be our little play thing."

"Please?" You whimper out and reach out for Sam, but Colby stops you, "You've had your fun tonight, now it's our turn."

He lets go of your neck and pushes you to Sam. Your hands rest on his shoulders as his hands tightly grip your waist, "We were never joking, y/n."

He leans in to press his lips against your neck and you close your eyes, "Mm." He leans back, gently grazing his fake fangs over your skin, "We've always wanted you."

Colby leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, his demon horns rubbing against your head, "We've always talked about this."

You reach a hand up to lay it on the back of Colby's head, moaning out quietly as he bites down.

"Just never knew the right time." Sam leans back and scans over your face, "Until we seen you walk through that door in this lustful little costume, knowing exactly what you were doing."

He leans in, moving his lips with yours in a slow fashion.

"You know what you do to us, don't you, baby?" Colby pulls you away from Sam and makes you look at him, raising his eyebrows, indicating he wants you to respond.

"Yes." You nod and he tilts his head, "Yes what? Use your words, baby."

"I know what I do to you both." You look into his eyes and he smirks, "Tell us." You bite your lip taking a deep breath as you let out a soft moan at Sam's hand on your thinly covered pussy.

"I tease you." You admit, "I turn you on."

"That you fucking do." Sam says leaning in closer, "tell us how you want us to treat you.”

"L-like a whore." You whimper out as Sam slips his fingers between your costume and skin, "Is that what you want?"

Colby unzips your body suit as you nod, "Yes, yes. Please." You moan as Sam slips two fingers into you.

"Tell us how." Colby slips your straps down your shoulders, making sure to leave your wings on you. His hands slide to your boobs, kneading them.

"Fuck me." You tilt your head back to rest onto his shoulder, "Use me."

"Planned on it, angel." Sam whispers as he pulls his fingers out, "Lay back."

You lay back and their hands roam up and down your body slowly, "Should we take this off?" Sam glances up at Colby and he nods, "she's playing with satan's houseboys tonight."

His words make your stomach do a flip and your eyes move constantly between them as they take off your white bodysuit, leaving you naked in nothing but your wings and halo.

"Sam.." you whimper out as you reach for him with one hand, "Colby.." as you reach for him with your other, "Please?"

They both move to either side of you, Colby's hand slowly working its way in between your legs. Sam hooks his arm under your leg, holding it open as Colby rubs his fingers up and down your needy cunt, "She's so fucking wet."

"She probably always is for us." Sam leans in, rubbing his nose gently up and down your cheek, "Aren't ya?"?

You nod, "Always."

Colby dips his fingers in, slowly curling them as he watches your eyes flutter closed, "Keep them open."

Your eyes snap open and you fight to keep them open as he thrusts his fingers in and out. Sam's hand slides over, pressing little circles onto your clit, "You gonna cum for us?"

You nod, arching your back, "Yes, yes yes."

"She's such a little slut." Colby says lowly was he leans down to take your one nipple into his mouth. Sam follows his actions with your other one, causing your brain to become fuzzy.

You gasp, laying your hands on the back of their heads, moaning as you clench around Colby's fingers, "Fuckfuck, y-yes."

"There ya go, baby." Sam moves to kiss up your neck, leaving a trail of tiny hickies to prove to everyone that you're really not an angel after all.

Colby pulls his hand so he can stand up, "I want that mouth of hers right now." Colby undoes his pants, pushing them down to get rid of them.

You watch as he moves over, pulling you up to you're on your knees. He leans round you, looking at Sam, "You want her on your face?"

"Fuck, come here." He lays back, gripping your hips to guide you over to where he wants you. Colby moves down by Sam's legs, gripping your chin so he can tilt your head up, "Sit down, whore."

You bite your lip, smirking slightly as you let your hips rest down. Your nails dig into the fabric of Sam's pants as his tongue slips into you.

Colby strokes his cock a few times as he watch your face scrunch up with the pleasure from being eaten out by Sam, "You're so fucking sexy. Now open those slutty little lips for me."

Your lips part, a moan escaping as you look up at him, waiting for his cock to slip past them. His own lip pulls between his teeth, muffling a moan as he slides his cock in as far as it will go.

"Have at it, angel." He winks down at you. You moan against him as you bring your right hand up, wrapping it around his cock. You start to bob your head, moaning out as Sam pulls your hips down to him more.

Colby brushes hair from your face, holding the sides of your head with his hands, "That's it, baby. Fuck.." Colby tilts his head down, watching you devour his cock.

You clench around Sam's tongue, your moans muffled by Colby's cock as you cum.

"Y/n.." Colby moans out, "Fuck, fuck. Cum on his face, that's it. Good girl." Your eyes move up to him, indicating that you liked it.

He smirks, moaning lowly as he shakes his head slightly, "Fuck, angel. You keep looking at me like that and I'll cum." He pulls his cock out and moves down to press his lips to yours, "We don't want that yet."

You reach up, grabbing his shirt as Sam gets you to cum again.

"Fuck, again? Sam must really be doing a number on you, huh?" Colby chuckles as he kisses you, swallowing your moan with ease.

"Fuck." Sam pulls away with a sigh, "Colby, you need to taste her."

"Do you want me between those legs next?" Colby tilts your head up to look at him and you nod, "Yes, Colby."

He smirks, "lay down."

You move off of Sam and lay on your back across the bed so your head is handing slightly off the edge. Colby moves in between your legs, pushing them open and not wasting another second.

His lips attach to your clit, sucking as your neck arches off the bed, "Oh fuck." You grip the blanket below you, pulling as Colby eats you out.

Sam watches as he gets himself ready then steps towards you, tapping the head of his cock of your lips.

You open your eyes, moaning out as he glides his cock into your mouth. He groans and lays a hand on your head, "Oh, angel."

Colby digs his fingers into your hips as he groans against you. You dig your heels into his back as you clench around his tongue.

"Be a good little slut and cum for Colby." Sam says, "We know you want to."

Sam's words push you over the edge, spilling yourself onto Colby. Your moans are muffled as Sam's cock is pushed and held into your mouth.

Your eyes roll back and your chest is rising and falling quickly.

"Again, wouldn't be fair that you came for me twice and him once." Sam chuckles but it's quickly turns into a moan as you hallow out your cheeks.

"F-fuck.." he gasps and reaches down to play with your boobs, kneading them and pinching and pulling at your nipples.

"Cum for Colby, whore." Sam's voice is low and raspy, you can tell his trying not to cum himself, "Fuck." He pulls his cock out, bending down to kiss you as you finally reach that second orgasm from Colby.

"You want first go?" Colby looks at Sam as he crawls up your body. Your eyes move to Sam and his meet yours, "I'd be honored to ruin her first."

Your heart skips a beat and Colby leans down, kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue before he stands up.

You feel Sam grab your ankles and flip you around so you're on your stomach. He brings your hips up, teasingly sliding his cock up and down your achingly wet cunt.

Colby moves down to your eye level, "I want everyone at this party to hear those pretty little slutty sounds.

You nod, gasping as Sam pushes his cock into you fully. His grip on your hips is harsh, "Oh shit." He slowly pulls out and slowly pushes back in, feeling how well you hug his cock with the walls of your pussy, "shit."

Your head falls down, resting on the bed as you arch your back, pushing your hips up and back, "Fuck, Sam."

"That feel good?" Colby asks, "let everyone know."

You let out a loud moan, lifting your head up to look at Colby as Sam rails into you from behind, "Fuck." You practically scream, already clenching his cock, "Oh my god."

Colby chuckles, cupping your cheeks with his hands, "Let Sam know how good it feels, angel.”

Sam groans, pulling your hips back to meet his as he pushes fully inside, resting there, "Tell me, baby."

"You feel so good." You say quickly.

"Louder." Sam and Colby say in unison and Sam starts to thrust again, a smirk plastered on his lips.

"Sam!" You scream out, "you feel so good."

"Cum for him, then it's my turn with you." Colby leans in, slowly making out with you, "you're being such a good little slut."

You push your hips back, rocking them as you cum, moans being ripped from your lips left and right, "Fuck, fuck fuck."

Sam slows his thrusts down, pulling out as he tells you to turn around. You sluggishly pull away from Colby and spin around to face Sam.

You feel Colby's hands slide up your legs and over your achy slit before gripping your hips. You take Sam's cock into your mouth before he can tell you.

"Good fucking girl, angel." He moans out breathless, "Fucking hell."

Colby moans deeply as he slips his cock into you, "Shit, I wanna cum already."

You moan around Sam's cock and he nods, "Uh huh."

Colby quickly builds up into a punishing pace. You let out choked moans as your eyes roll back. Sam pulls his cock out, handing down to eye level like Colby did, "Tell em. Let them hear how good we make you feel, angel."

Sam bushes hair from your face, and lifts your head so he can wrap his hand around your neck, "Tell Colby, baby. Tell us how much of a slut you are for us."

"I'm your slut." You whimper out and Sam shakes his head, "Louder, angel."

You swallow as Sam's grip on your throat tightens, "I'm your fucking slut. Whore. Fucking shit, Colby you feel so good."

Colby groans, "Fuck, again. Say it again."

"I-I'm your whore." You lock eyes with Sam, "I'm your fucking slut."

"That a girl." Sam presses his lips to your forehead and looks at Colby who nods at him.

"We're going to cum together, okay." Sam rubs your cheek, "hold it for us until we say."

You nod and gasp as he lets go of your throat, standing up to put his cock back into your mouth. Both Sam and Colby are thrusting into you, Colby harder than Sam.

You're a mess between both of them, wanting to collapse but you're trying so hard to hold it together.

"I'm filling this pussy. Sam can tomorrow." Colby groans and you moan around Sam's cock.

"Fuck, colbs, I don't think I can last any longer." Sam groans, "Fuck, she's so fucking good."

"Wish we would have done this sooner." Colby moans and his thrusts get sloppy, along with Sam's. You feel their cocks twitching inside of you and you taste Sam as he runs down your tongue and down your throat.

You suck him clean, moaning together as he pulls out. Colby pushes his cock in deeper here pulling out, "Fuck, is she okay?"

Your body falls onto the bed slowly as your chest rises and falls fast, "Mhm."

"Need you to tell us, angel." Sam whispers as he runs a hand over your forehead. You opened your eyes and look at him, "I've always wanted this. I'm great."

Sam smirks and looks at Colby, "Think we should call it a night?"

Colby shrugs, "I mean, if she's up here, I'm up here."

Sam agrees, "You're more scary than I am so you go kick these people out." Colby chuckles as he slips his pants back on, "Already on it."

Sam works at getting you cleaned up, taking off your wings and halo and setting them down with your bodysuit, "Did such a good job." He presses his lips to your forehead.

"Never knew if you guys were always joking around like you usually do." You whisper as you shift around in the bed, finding a comfortable position.

He shrugs, "At first it was, but then we got to talking and we both like you.. and we know you like us, we picked up in that a while ago."

You laugh slightly, body starting to ache, "Well I'm happy that it happened."

He nods and sits down next to you, "Us, too."

Colby walks back in, "Alright, where were we?"

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[angeliteeyes]

I have an idea for astral express reader x kafka

Like, most of the fics ive seen with that dinamic the thing is that the relationship is a secret but i think it would be funny af if it was otherwise and everyone on the express knew and they werent mad but just tired.

Like, imagine that scene from the start of the luofo mission, everything is kinda tense but everyone sighs in exasperation.

Thanks in advance if you end up taking this request :D

Anon this idea is HILARIOUS lmao, thanks for sending this. I'm imagining the Welt/Himeko disappointed stare they'd give you as you all find Kafka and they realize the chaos that's about to ensue. They try to get back to business and interrogate Kafka, and you're just. Behind them blowing air kisses at her. She isn't even looking at them anymore, too busy winking back at you. It's a whole mess

Kafka x Astral Express Reader

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Within the Xianzhou Luofu, countless sounds could be heard echoing against the multi-colored walls. Children playing, merchants desperately trying to pawn off their goods to passersby, and your loud voice, easily piercing through it all.

"I'm telling you, they've got the wrong idea! There's no way Kafka would do something like that while I'm involved." You huffed as you trailed behind Welt and Himeko, stomping with each step in frustration. Welt turned to look at you with tired, droopy eyes.

"You may be right. Regardless, we have to understand that the Xianzhou Alliance can't trust the Stellaron Hunters as easily as you do."

March popped up by your side, the remains of a cake roll on her cheek. "Well yeah, even I don't understand what they're thinking!" You opted not to point out her messiness or the fact that you were the one dating Kafka, not her.

You knew fully well when you and Kafka got together about her... unique definition of fun and her penchant for mysterious troublestirring. In fact, that's what drew you to her in the first place. You never really bought the notion that you Astral Express crew were all that different from the Stellaron Hunters. Apparently, neither did she.

So to think you'd end up strolling around a world filled with so many naysayers! Honestly, if they just gave her a chance, perhaps they could see her the way you do. Then again, being the only one this close to her made your heart pound with pride.

"Ughhh, I miss Kafka! All this talking about her's just reminding me that she isn't here." You whined.

"I'm not?"

You gasped. Could it really be...

"Kafka!" You rushed over at the sight of her, colliding harder than you intended. The two of you entangled with each other into a tight, warm hug. Her hands snaked around each side of your waist, and you heard her heavenly voice hum a pleased tone at the affection. Before you heard a forced cough from behind you. Right, guess the others wouldn't be as excited as you are. Lame.

Your lover chuckled at the scene in front of her. "Sorry, dear, but it looks like we have a game of cat and mouse to play." With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips onto your cheek. Her voice softened until it was so quiet, it hardly even registered. "Although... I'd prefer being the one to hunt you. Maybe later we can switch roles?"

You'd begun to giggle and blush at her remark before quickly realizing what she meant; within a blink of an eye, she had already left your side. Double lame.

And so, you and the rest of the crew were forced to maneuver around the various traps and puzzles riddled nearby. Most were native to the area, yet you also picked up a handful of magenta-colored scribbles pasted onto the cities' walls along the way.

"Is that supposed to be me?!"

Curious, you looked over to where March angrily pointed. Looking closer...

"Pfft." You could barely hold in your giggles at the, well, artistic rendition of March left on display. It was shockingly similar to the wanted poster rendition of her, now that you think about it. Probably why she's been staring it down so viciously.

The rest of the drawings you came across were of similar artistic integrity. At least the one of you had a big heart over it and a lipstick stain. How sweet of her.

By the time you all spotted her figure in the distance and caught up, the only ones left with any energy were you and Kafka. Not that you even appeared to notice much, with how occupied you were blatantly flirting with each other from afar.

Himeko and Welt, being the most responsible of the crew, moved closer to her with serious expressions. Although, even from a distance, you could spot their shoulders hunching inward, as if collapsing from exhaustion. Himeko sighed.

"Let's just get to the chase, alright?" She shifted her body weight to one side. "And enough of the winking. At least pretend to pay attention to me while I'm talking for once."

For a moment, Kafka appeared to give her words some thought, moving her hand closer to her lips. "Sorry, but no can do. After all, we don't have much time. Why not spend it looking at the beautiful scenery?" Her gaze transitioned back to you, flirtatious look and all. Everyone else groaned.

Suddenly, the air felt off. Different, and almost... foreboding? You locked eyes with Kafka, silently questioning her. As she gazed back at you, she let out a sigh.

"Give me a second, darling. Looks like we have company."

Before you could respond or even process her words, a flurry of gunshots filled the once-vacant space above you all. Your ears rang in pain, but only for a moment. For a short while after that, a strange sense of stillness passed through you, a calm that by no means should've belonged there and then.

"Rudimentary. Your every move has been foreseen by the omniscia."

In front of you, a short yet elegant woman appeared to float downwards slowly, all the way until her shoes gently pressed into the hard floor. How the... how did she manage to do that? Your face tensed inward a little, but her next words snapped you back into paying full attention.

"I'll be taking the criminal from here."

You were about to argue with her and defend Kafka, when—

"And you over there, be quiet. This is not my first time meeting you, so I already know what you intend to say. I cannot abide by your request no matter how much you argue."

Well, shoot. In that case...

"And no, I will not arrest you and let you stay with the other criminal."

Ugh. Every excuse you wanted to use in order to stay by your sweetheart's side was swiftly cut down by Fu Xuan one by one, much to your dismay. You got the feeling that despite having not said anything in the present, she'd already grown tired of your voice. Kafka, apparently noticing your dejection, stepped in to reassure you.

"Aw, don't you worry your cute little head. We may be out of time to talk for now, but rest assured. I'll be right back by your side in no time."

Gosh, you could never get over just so charismatic she was and how easily she made you swoon. Even as she was being escorted away from you, she still had it in her to remain thoughtful of your feelings and concerns. With a reluctant smile, you waved her goodbye and called out to her.

"You better not forget to call me tonight, okay? I know you're busy, but I'll get too lonely without at least hearing you talk." She responded back, at this point far enough that she needed to raise her voice just for you to hear.

"Of course. Not even fate can keep us apart, dear."

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I heard you were sad about the lack of Luke asks, so l've decided to try and help! Bare with me bc this might not be the best considering I'm think on the spot and its late over here so feel free to delete!

So, reader was with Luke when he was running away with Annie and Thalia so they're really close. Then, when her and Luke were like 16 or smth reader left on a quest and its been like 2 years so its assumed that she just failed and died on her quest. This ruined Luke bc he loved her and one night, maybe at the bonfire, he hears reader screaming his name somewhere in the foresty part of camp, just absolutely terrified. He finds her and shes hurt, I'm talkin reallyyy messed up like a massive gash across her eye, (matching scar awww) leavin her like half blind, huge claw marks, teeth marks, and other wounds. He carries her to the infirmary, shes prob passed out at this point from like blood loss. Anyways, she finally wakes up in the infirmary and a bunch of fluff ensues, yk the usual "Don't ever leave me again" "I thought you were dead" the fun stuff and obv they confess to each other! (also, is 🖤 taken?)

whoever made this request, it was so good, you’re evil and brilliant; thank you 🖤

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: wounds, injuries, blood mention, presumed death, luke being heartbroken (sorry), crying

reminder: english's not my first language so l apologize for any spelling mistakes

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Every morning, Luke woke with the same dull ache in his chest, a constant reminder of the gaping hole your absence had left in him. It was a hollow ache, a physical manifestation of the loneliness that had become his unwelcome company. Nine years old when he ran away, the world had been a harsh teacher, but three years later, when he found you, that harshness had softened, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. You, a scared, twelve-year-old with defiance blazing in your eyes and a meager weapon in hand, had become his anchor in the storm.

The streets had been a cruel way of living, but together, you and Luke had forged a bond stronger than steel. You were the same age, yet he was older by a few months, a difference that somehow granted him a silent responsibility for your safety. Thalia and Annabeth, two more lost souls swept up in the world of their demigod destinies, completed their unbalanced family. But it was you and Luke, the two eldest, who shared a silent language of understanding that went beyond words. You fought together, scavenged together, your backs against the world.

The arrival of Grover, a satyr reeking of panic, brought relief and a terrifying truth— you weren't alone. The hunt for demigods was real, and you were all in danger.

Fourteen. A year etched in his memory with the sharp point of a spear. The monsters, the desperate fight, Thalias selfless sacrifice, the agonizing transformation into the pine tree — the events played on a loop in his mind. Camp Half-Blood, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a bittersweet prison. He had you by his side then, a hand to grip in the darkness, a silent understanding in your shared gaze.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be there, by his side, facing challenges and forging a future together. He replayed the memory of your first quest announcement on a loop. The fear in his gut, a slap in the face of his fierce protectiveness. He wasn't supposed to lose you.

It wasn't fair. It shouldn't have been you, alone, facing whatever monstrous fate had befallen you. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he replayed the day you left. The forced cheer, the worry that gnawed at him, all a blur now. Training became a way to numb the ache, each swing of his sword carrying a silent plea for your sate return. But as days turned into months, the hope that had fueled him began to fade away.

News traveled slow in the demigod world, but eventually, rumors reached Camp Half-Blood. Whispers of a monstrous encounter, a lost trail, a silence that stretched too long. A year after your departure, the whispers solidified into a grim reality - you were missing, presumed dead.

Luke felt the world tilt on its axis. Denial battled with a cold, horrifying truth. You were gone.

A quest, a single solitary mission, had stolen you from him. Stolen your laughter, your warmth, your presence that had become an essential part of his world. It wasn't fair.

The quest for the Golden Apple had been a cruel twist of fate. A desperate attempt to appease his father, to offer a sliver of hope to a camp drowning in sadness, it had backfired spectacularly. Luke returned empty-handed, his body wracked with exhaustion and his spirit battered. But the most visible reminder of his failure was the jagged scar that ran from beneath his eye down to his chin, a pale testament to the dragon's fury.

He'd needed your presence then more than ever. Needed your steady gaze and the quiet strength you possessed. Needed the spark of defiance in your eyes that mirrored his own growing anger towards a world that had seemed so determined to tear them apart. He needed your touch, your hugs, he needed you.

He stood stiffly before your burial shroud, an image carved in his memory forever. Tears streamed down his face, hot and unchecked. He ignored the concerned glances of his friends, focusing only on the phantom warmth of your hand in his, a memory more vivid than anything else.

In that moment, ravaged by grief, a single truth burned bright — he loved you. And he had lost you. The world felt a little emptier, a little colder, without you by his side.

And the first nights after you left were the worst.

At first, they were hopeful visions. He'd see you, alone on a dusty road, tending to a nasty gash on your arm with a makeshift bandage. A surge of worry would course through him, a familiar anxiety honed by years on the streets. But then, a wry smile would tug at his lips as he remembered the countless times he'd taught you how to create a tourniquet, how to patch a wound and survive on the bare minimum. A flicker of confidence, a belief in your resourcefulness, would chase away the initial fear. He just knew you'd find a way back to him.

He'd wake with a jolt, his hand instinctively reaching for the empty space beside him. The sheets were cold, the air thick with the silence of your absence. But then, a flicker of hope would ignite— you were alive, you were out there.

Finally, the dreams turned into nightmares. You'd appear, but not the way he remembered you. Pale and gaunt, your eyes hollow and vacant. Sometimes, you'd be chased by monstrous shadows, their grotesque forms dissolving into a chilling whisper of your name. These dreams left him gasping for breath, his heart hammering against his ribs.

It had been a little over a year since the agonizing ceremony, the image of your burial shroud seared into his memory. But time, a supposed healer, offered no solace. In reality, it had stretched the fact of your absence even wider. Two years. Two years since he'd last seen your smile, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his.

"Luke!"

Ah, yes. He heard you sometimes. At first, it happened while he was alone; he believed it could be you, trying to contact him in some way, but it never was that way. He never found you. Then he started hearing your voice in crowded places, mistaking your voice for the ones of other campers, and his heart ached every time he realized it wasn't you.

He felt like he was going insane. Hearing you, even after years. He must be going mad. But then, it became clearer.

"Luke!"

The voice, barely audible above the crackling flames, cut through his thoughts like a knife. He froze, his hand tightening around the thin stick that held his burned marshmallow. Was it-? No. It couldn't be. He must be imagining things again.

The grief, the pain, he knew, could play tricks on the mind.

He brushed it off, attempting to rejoin the conversation, forcing a lightness to his voice that felt hollow. But then, it came again. Clearer this time, tinged with a desperate urgency.

"Luke!? Luke!"

The single word, laden with a desperate urgency, pierced through his defenses. He froze, his blood turning to ice. It was your voice. The same voice that filled his dreams and haunted his waking hours. He whipped his head around, searching the darkened forest beyond the fire's reach.

But the trees stood silent, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Nothing. Yet, the echo of your voice lingered in the air, a chilling reminder of the impossible. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drum against his ribs.

He glanced around the fire, catching the bewildered expressions of a few campers who had clearly heard the voice too. Their eyes mirrored the confusion and fear that clawed at him. If he said anything, they'd think he'd cracked, that the pain had finally driven him mad.

"Luke!"

But it was you.

Your voice, unmistakable and undeniably real. A wave of disbelief washed over him, followed by a surge of hope so intense it threatened to suffocate him.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the surprised yelps of his friends as he knocked over a tray of steaming hot cocoa cups. Stumbling over his own feet, he charged towards the edge of the forest, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

He skidded to a halt just inside the treeline, his eyes scanning the darkness. "yn!?" he called out, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. The only reply was the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

It was cloaked in darkness, making it impossible to discern any details. But there was a smallness, a fragility to its silhouette that resonated with his memory of you.

Just as doubt began to creep back in, another call pierced the silence. "Luke!" This time, the desperation in your voice was unmistakable.

He didn't hesitate any longer. "yn!" he roared, his voice raw with emotion as he launched himself into a run.

Several campers, roused by the commotion, scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with confusion and trepidation. They watched, mouths agape, as Luke bolted towards the treeline, his long strides eating away at the distance.

"Luke!" Your voice came again, closer this time, tinged with a note of panic.

"yn!" He didn't dare slow down, his heart making its way up to his mouth. He could hear the sound of others following him, their footsteps pounding on the soft earth behind him.

Through the dense foliage, he caught a glimpse of your figure — small, hunched over, moving with a limp. Hope flared bright within him, battling the tide of fear that threatened to drown him.

Then, you stumbled, nearly falling. He redoubled his efforts, pushing himself to the limit. As he broke through the last line of trees, he saw you standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight.

And his breath hitched in his throat.

The sight of you, once vibrant and full of life, was a punch to the gut. Dirt and grime smeared your face, your clothes were ripped and tattered, and a sheen of sweat covered your brow. But it was the wounds that stole his breath away. Deep claw marks raked across your arms, a bloody gash marred your leg, and the most horrifying of all — a massive scar stretched across your eye, a brutal reminder of some unseen battle. The campers behind him gasped in unison, their faces etched with shock and horror.

Chiron, alerted by the commotion, pushed his way through the crowd, his brow furrowed in concern.

But your focus was solely on Luke. With a desperate cry of his name, you lurched towards him, your injured leg buckling beneath you. Without hesitation, Luke launched himself forward, catching you in his arms just before you hit the ground.

"Luke..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath. Your eyes, the one that wasn't obscured by the wound, flickered with a spark of relief and a hint of something else - a deep, unspoken emotion that mirrored his own.

Then, your eyelids fluttered closed, and your body went limp in his arms. Panic surged through him as he cradled you closer, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and relief. " yn? No, no, no, no, yn?" he slightly slapped your cheek, no response. He looked back to to the campers that decided to follow him, his voice cracking with desperation. "Get the Apollo cabin, now!"

The days that followed your arrival were shrouded in a suffocating silence. The once vibrant camp seemed to echo with a collective held breath. No one dared to talk to Luke.

His eyes, once playful and sparkly, now held a deep, smoldering anger. He snapped at anyone who dared to approach. Only Chiron, with his patient wisdom, Annabeth, with her loyalty, and the healers of Apollo cabin, sworn to secrecy about your condition, were able to pierce the storm raging within him.

Each day, a relentless routine unfolded. Luke would rise with the first rays of dawn, his body heavy with the weight of his own despair. He'd force down a meager breakfast, the taste turning to ash in his mouth. Then, with a heart that felt like a lead weight in his chest, he'd make the agonizing trek to the Big House, the temporary haven where you resided. He would do it multiple times a day, actually.

Lee, the son of Apollo with a mop of messy blonde hair and eyes that held a touch of empathy, would greet him at the door, a practiced neutrality masking his concern. The answer was always the same. You were alive. The healers had managed to stabilize you. But your recovery was a slow, painful journey. The wounds you bore were a testament to a harrowing pain, and the care they had taken on your body was immense.

As soon as you had fainted in his arms, you had slipped into unconsciousness. No amount of coaxing, no whispered pleas from the healers, or songs in Ancient Greek, could bring you back. Luke was devastated. The relief of having you back, a physical presence after two agonizing years, was a fragile flame quickly extinguished by the reality of your condition. Your life hung by a thread, and he was kept at arm's length.

One particularly bleak afternoon, Luke found himself face-to-face with Chiron. The old centaur, his kind eyes reflecting the turmoil swirling within Luke, gestured for him to sit.

"Luke," Chiron began, his voice soft yet firm, "I understand your pain. Your worry for yn is valid and understandable. But you must also understand, her condition is delicate"

Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with suppressed anger. "Why can't I see her? Annabeth's younger than me and yet, she gets to see her. Why not me?" The words tumbled out, laced with a raw desperation.

Chiron sighed, a weary sound. "Because, Luke," he said, his voice heavy with empathy, "we fear the emotional toll it might take on you if-, if the worst were to happen."

He slumped in his chair, defeated. Grief, anger, and a gnawing helplessness battled within him.

"How long then?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "How long will it be before I can see her again?"

Chiron reached out, placing a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "We don't know, Luke" he said honestly. "But the healers are doing their best And you need to find your strength. She will need it when she wakes up”

He nodded dumbly, understanding Chiron's concern for him. But that didn't make the gnawing ache in his chest any less agonizing. He missed you. Missed the warmth of your hand in his, the light that sparkled in your eyes, the way your laughter could chase away even the darkest shadows.

A few days later, he walked by the Big House again. Lee greeted him again, just as every other day.

"How is she?" Luke asked.

Lee sighed, a gust of exasperation tinged with sympathy. He looked tired himself, dark circles under his eye and a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Little change. But she's stable. Stronger than she looks. We had some healers fainting because of how much singing they've done to her"

A muscle ticked in Luke's jaw. "Can't I at least see her?" The words came out harsher than he intended, dripping with frustration.

Lee studied him for a long moment, his own blue eyes reflecting the turmoil within Luke. Finally, he spoke. "Look, I get it. You're scared, you're angry. But you have to understand, seeing her like this... we can't let you"

Luke clenched his fists. "I can handle it" he growled, the beast within him straining against its leash.

Lee took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Can you, Luke? Can you handle the possibility that maybe she doesn't get to wake up?"

The question hung in the air, a brutal truth that stripped away Luke's bravado. He stared at Lee, the anger draining away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that surprised even him. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat suddenly making it hard to breathe.

"No" he whispered, the single word a confession of his deepest fear.

Lee nodded, a flicker of understanding softening his features. "Then trust us, Luke. Trust the healers. We're doing everything we can."

And then he remember Chiron's words. He knew he was right. He couldn't bear the thought of the last image of you being one of unconsciousness, a pale specter in a sterile infirmary bed.

The days that followed settled into a grim routine. Luke stopped asking the relentless question, 'Did she wake up?' The answer, etched into his weary soul, was a constant ache that no words could soothe. He had stopped arguing, the initial burst of rebellion replaced by a quiet desperation. He started asking more specific questions, focusing on the details of your injuries. Your eye, the massive gash that mirrored his own scar in a way that made his stomach churn, became a particular point of morbid fascination.

He couldn't bear to look at the jagged mark on his face, couldn't imagine how it felt on yours.

Not because he thought you wouldn't be beautiful —he knew you would be. But the thought of you facing the same constant reminder of pain, of vulnerability, filled him with a protective rage that simmered beneath the surtace.

But then, a shift began to occur. He noticed stolen glances exchanged between the Apollo campers, hushed whispers that died down as soon as he entered their vicinity. An unspoken secret they guarded fiercely. He tried to ignore it, burying himself in training, seeking solace in the familiar sting of sweat and exertion. Chiron's words were a constant drumbeat in his head - seeing you too soon, on the precipice of death, was a burden he might not bear.

But later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon casting the camp in an orange glow, Chiron sought him out. Luke braced himself, his heart plummeting into his stomach. His mind spun with a thousand morbid possibilities.

He met Chiron's gaze, a storm brewing in his own eyes. "What is it?" he rasped, voice breaking.

Chiron took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Luke's with a solemn intensity. "Luke," he began, his voice thick with a mix of trepidation and hope, "she's awake."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis again. The air whooshed out of Luke's lungs, leaving him breathless. For a moment, he could only stare, his mind struggling to process the simple, life-altering statement.

Then he ran.

His feet pounded a trantic rhythm against the dusty path, each step fueled by a desperate need to see you. Chiron's protests, if there were any, were lost in the roar of blood rushing in his ears. He wouldn't be denied this. Not now. His legs pumped like pistons, fueled by a desperate hope that threatened to shatter him if it turned out to be false. He burst through the doors of the Big House, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. The interior was deserted, the silence amplifying the frantic pounding of his heart.

He flung open the infirmary door, the sight inside momentarily stealing his breath. Two Apollo campers stood by the window, their hushed whispers abruptly cut short by his arrival.

But his eyes were locked on you, the very image of him defying the cruelty of fate.

You sat on the bed, a fragile silhouette bathed in the pale light, your head bent over your bandaged hands. Your hair, once a fiery mane, had grown longer, a testament to the time that had passed for him in a blur of grief. Your skin, usually kissed by the sun, was a pale canvas.

He took everything in — the fresh cuts marring your arms, the claw marks, the way your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. And you had lifted your head, startled by the sudden noise.

Your eyes, usually sparkling with life, were dull with pain, but when they met his, a spark ignited within them.

"Luke!"

The word ripped from your throat, a cry that echoed with relief and a tremor of something deeper. You lunged off the bed, ignoring the wince that contorted your face as your injured leg protested.

"yn, wait!" Lee sprang forward, concern etched on his face. Your stitches, particularly those on your thigh, were still fresh, and any sudden movement could cause them to tear.

But you didn't listen. You threw yourself at Luke, your arms wrapping around him with a desperation that mirrored his own. He caught you, the impact sending a jolt through his body. His arms tightened around you, a desperate need to hold on, to feel you solid against him.

He held you tight, the fierce possessiveness in his grip both a comfort and a warning. Your body, the way you fit so perfectly against his larger frame, sent a jolt through him. He'd grown, you realized, his broad shoulders feeling wider, his embrace stronger. In contrast, you felt impossibly small, the warrior you remembered replaced by a shell of the person you once were. His hot tears quickly started to wet your hair.

The sudden weakness in your leg, the one that had been screaming in protest since you lunged at him, finally overwhelmed you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as your body gave way beneath you. Instinctively, Luke tightened his grip, his arms morphing into a cradle to catch your fall.

The impact with the floor sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through you, but it was a dull ache compared to the overwhelming joy of finally being in his arms again. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Luke wouldn't stop sobbing now, his shoulder shaking as his arms held you into his embrace.

The Apollo campers, sensing the intimacy of the moment, mumbled apologies as they slipped out of the infirmary, leaving you and Luke alone.

He cradled you close, the scent of your hair and the warmth of your body a balm to his battered soul. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar fragrance that had haunted his dreams for so long. It was real. You were real.

"You're alive" he sobbed, the words a broken mantra against your ear. "You're alive" he repeated. Each repetition wasn't just for you, but for him, a desperate attempt to convince himself that this wasn't a cruel dream, that you weren't an illusion.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hand, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. The wounds looked clean now, stitched and bandaged, but the raw pain was etched in the lines around your eyes. The gash across your eye, a crimson scar angry and fresh, pulled at the corner of your eye, making it appear swollen and bruised. Yet, to him, you were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

It started a finger's width above your eyebrow, then, just as abruptly, it dipped down, catching the outer corner of your eye. The scar tissue pulled the delicate skin, making your eye appear slightly narrowed and bloodshot.

But despite the rawness of the wound, despite the vulnerability etched on your face, there was something undeniably fierce about you. It was a look he hadn't seen before, a look born from surviving the unthinkable.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. You had always been beautiful, that much was undeniable. But now, even with a scar contrasting against your features, you were breathtaking.

He didn't mean to say it out loud, but the words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them.

"You look beautiful" he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hand. "It hurts" you whispered, a tear tracing a path down your cheek.

"I know" he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. He sniffed uncontrollably at your sight, so broken and fragile, wrapped around his arm. "But you're alive. You're here" his bottom lip started trembling before he could control it. He inhaled sharply and his voice came out shaky; "I thought you were dead" tears rolling down his cheeks.

You laughed, a weak sound that was more like a sob. "You won't get rid of me that easily"

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. In that moment, the infirmary with its sterile smell and harsh light faded away. All that existed was the feel of you in his arms, the warmth of your body against his, and the knowledge that you were alive.

"Don't ever leave me again" he pleaded, his voice thick with a mix of relief and terror. The thought of losing you again, of facing another agonizing day without you, was almost unbearable.

"I wouldn't dream of it" you whispered.

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I'll stay ready for you to take me

Pegging Fic Part 2: Throuple Edition - 14k words

Art x Tashi x Patrick

[Part One] [AO3 VERSION]

finally the part 2, it's two sex scenes, one as a dream sequence :) they are all sweet here and also toxic and also fun and silly, yayyy!! patashi first, then throuple <3

CW: NSFW, MDNI, pegging, strap-ons, anal, fingering, cucking (it's for Art's own good), illogical car sex, nipple play (guess who), jealousy, hotels, sex shops, etc (i could go on)

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Tashi didn't often remember her dreams but when she did they were vivid. She sometimes felt they blended with daydreams, where she had full control over them.

2018 was tough. Art was recovering from his injury, he was recovering really well. She had felt this deep nauseating fear when it first happened, that he might never play again. Now that he had recovered, the feeling sometimes shifted into resentment. 

Of course he gets to get better.

Of course Art gets what he wants, even though he doesn't even want it enough. That's what gets her the most, the fact that he's clearly giving up. That he doesn't know how lucky he is.

What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you want. You can fuck me if you want to.

You want.

Never I want. 

She likes that he has this need to please her, but it used to feel like he at least wanted that. Even if he was doing stuff for her, it was because he wanted to please her. Now she's not sure. Maybe he just doesn't know how else to be.

Tashi loved Art. Not even just out of duty or a loyalty to all the years they share between them. She loves him outside of that. But it's so hard to be around him with the injury. 

The injury sets alight this curled up ball of resentment that's tucked away in her rib cage. Each time he won't tell her what he wants, each time he asks her for directions, each time he sits there so passively, barely even upset about his shoulder, the ball gets closer to unfurling.

It's probably all tied up in that. In the fact that he never wants anything anymore. That she feels stuck a little, existing as attachments to other people. Wife, mother, daughter, coach. It doesn't feel very her. Or at least it doesn’t feel like a version of her she wants to be right now.

Even if it's only in her dreams, she deserves to let her hair down a little.

Whatever it is, maybe it's nothing. Maybe she's just horny. Maybe dreams don't mean anything at all. 

Either way, when she went to sleep she found herself in a bar, or no, a club. Her friend or cousin had taken her out, said she needed to relax and have some fun for once. She couldn't remember but she was drunk, the exact right amount to have fun and make bad decisions.

Bad decisions, it was like as soon as she thought it, he popped up. Across the dance floor, sandwiched between two people. Of course he is. He's got tight jeans on that she can't stop staring at.

To be fair he's drawing all the attention there, his hips grinding to the music, two pairs of hands meeting at his hips. A girl is pressed up to his front and he's got one arm at her face, obscuring it. They make out with her tits pressed against him, and his hips thrusting up on her. No fucking decorum. His other arm reaches behind, his hand grabbing at the guy pressed up against his back. 

This guy is grinding at his ass and Tashi's jaw clenches. She has never been a jealous or possessive person, or maybe she's just never had the chance to be. Either way, right now she feels it flaming up inside her watching them all dance. Well, dance is a loose term but she guesses that's what they're going for. 

Of course she would find Patrick like this.

He's got this grin plastered on his face even while he makes out with the girl, and Tashi swears she can hear him laugh when the guy squeezes his thigh. He looks so in his element pressed up between them. God, he's such a fucking stereotype.

She laughs to herself but it's like he hears her too. He's turning to face her and the two figures vanish into the crowd, just his single silhouette there. The club lights bouncing off his toothy grin, and she's not sure who moves first but suddenly they're face to face.

Tashi looks him up and down, eyes finally catching his t-shirt, "are you seriously still wearing that?" 

The grey top looks as new as it did in 2007 or 2011, with the block 'I TOLD YA' lettering standing out. Why was he always wearing that stupid shirt when she saw him?

"Yeah, it's one of my finest pieces," he seems so unaffected that she's here, like he knew she would be. 

"It's mine actually," she reminds him.

"Are you saying you want it back? Don't you think he'd notice it?" He gets closer somehow.

She ignores his question, instead sipping at the drink she hadn't even realized she was holding. It's orange flavored.

He pushes on, "is he here tonight?"

Something flits over his face then, quickly, but she notices it. Like he can't decide what he wants her answer to be.

"No," she tells him, and his face stays carefully neutral.

"Where is he?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about him," she puts her drink down at the bar.

"What should we talk about then? The weather?" He says, like there are only so many topics of conversation once Art is ruled out.

"I don't want to talk about anything," she can't, she was supposed to be having fun tonight, and if they start actually talking about anything that really matters, she's not sure she could stop.

"Perfect, because I came here to party and since you scared off my original dance partners," he grabs her hand, "I want you to dance with me."

She just lets him drag her further into the dance floor, the music getting louder and the lighting getting darker. Indeterminate people thrum around them both, a song is playing that sounds like a mixture between Hot in Herre and something she can't recognize. 

She gets a proper look at him and realizes how young he looks, young like he did when she saw him in Atlanta. Tashi feels young too, like her bones are all brand new. Reaching up to her hair it feels longer than she thought it was.

He twirls her, the blue of her dress fanning out as she spins. Had she been wearing this the whole time? 

She's facing away from him now and he presses up behind her. Tashi lets him for a moment, grinding against him to the music but that's not what she wants. 

It's like he reads her mind, or maybe they just want the same thing, but he spins her back around to face him. 

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" She asks him.

"You're married, and you're mad that I'm dancing with other people," he raises an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't say I was mad, I just wanted to know if that's what you were trying to do," she tilts her head in question.

"No, I wasn't trying to do anything, how was I meant to know you'd turn up?" He puts his hands at her hips.

Same way you knew to wear that shirt, she wants to say.

He squeezes her waist, continuing "I'm flattered that I made you jealous, wanted it to be you I was kissing?"

"I wasn't jealous of her," Tashi cuts in quickly "wasn't even jealous at all, possessive might be a better word." 

"Oh yeah?" his smirk grows and his grip loosens.

"Yeah, wanted to go up to him and tell him that your ass belongs to me," she doesn't know why she's saying it but she gets the sense that nothing matters here.

"Since when?" He squints at her but she can feel the bulge in his jeans growing.

"I was there first, finders keepers rules," she shrugs at him, like it's obvious.

"I'm not sure that's how it works," he protests but he doesn't seem that passionate.

"Hmm," Tashi reaches her hand round to slip her hands into the back pocket of his jeans, "you want it to work like that don't you? For your ass to be mine?"

She uses her hands to push his hips into hers, the bulge is undeniable now and he makes a muffled noise.

"Thought you didn't want to talk," he avoids her question but he's burning up at her touch.  

"Okay, let's go somewhere else and not talk," she removes her hands and starts to walk off.

Patrick grabs her hand stopping her, "if we go somewhere else I won't be able to hold back." 

"I'm not asking you to," she gives him steady eye contact, knowing that he'll understand, "c'mon."

As she's leading him out of the club, it's like time blurs and speeds past because they're in an empty parking lot now. Her back pushed up against Patrick's beat up Honda CRV.

"You still have this piece of shit?" She asks, surprised it's held out all these years, it's the same car he's always had.

First the shirt and now this, she hadn't known Patrick had the commitment to hold on to anything this long.

"It's good quality, why would I get rid of it," he knocks at the roof then adds, "everything was better in 2006, don't you think?"

He's acting like there's a chance he's talking about car manufacturing but the veiled reference is so flimsy it just comes out sad.

"What do you want?" Is all she can say, and it's enough because he's surging forwards.

He presses up against her, grabbing at her face, smashing their mouths together. She just revels in his passion for a bit.

Then he's taking her hands and bringing them down to his ass. She gets the idea, grabbing at him while they continue to make out against the car.

Then she's pulling away and speaking into his mouth, "I know what you want."

Patrick can't even reply because she's spinning him around so he's the one against the car. 

She's shoving herself against him, attaching their mouth again. 

This time he pulls away to speak, "I want you to fuck me." 

She just grins at him because she knew that, but it feels nice to hear him say it.

"Properly?" She clarifies, watching him nod, "I do too but I don't think-"

"I have stuff," he interrupts, "anything you'd need."

Jesus Christ.

"What are you? A professional slut?" She laughs in disbelief.

He just shrugs at her, actually having the nerve to look bashful.

"Turn around," she orders, watching him follow immediately.

She pushes him forward so he braces himself with his hands on the hood of the car. She presses up against him once more, her crotch against his ass. 

"Fucking hell, Tashi," he looks back at her joyfully shocked.

"It's what you were doing with those people in the club isn't it," she grabs at his hips, grinding herself against him, "so shameless, for anyone to see."

"At least that was a club. You're the one bending me over the hood of my own car, in a fucking parking lot wh-" he complains, while clearly grinding his dick against the metal.

She stops his rant by shoving her fingers in his mouth, "suck," she directs, unnecessarily, because Patrick starts devouring them the second the fingertips touch his tongue.

"Get them nice and wet for me," she drapes herself over him to whisper in his ear, "want to open you up with your own spit."

He gasps in a breath of air as his hips involuntarily thrust forwards, "you don't have to."

"We've been over this," she remembers his insistence the first time she fucked him. 

"I just mean I already prepared before coming out tonight, so it won't take much," he explains and she has to pause a little because, fuck, the idea of him doing that is a lot.

"I don't know how many more ways I can come up with to call you a whore," Tashi laughs, weirdly affectionately, "you were really going to let that guy fuck you, huh?"

"Maybe I was waiting for you," he looks back at her, a charming grin on his face. 

"So you put on my shirt, keep a strap-on in your car, and finger yourself before you go out at night, just in case you'll bump into me?" She arches her eyebrow at him.

"It's a nice idea isn't it?" He says all sweet and all she can do is roll her eyes and shove her fingers back in his mouth.

She uses her other hand to reach around to the front of his jeans, he's already so hard, unbuttoning them. He bites at her fingers making her pull them out.

"What?" She thrusts her hips forward in retaliation.

"Here?" He looks back at her, genuinely taken aback which makes her smile.

She shouldn't do this, wouldn't do this normally. But, again, she gets the sense that nothing matters here. 

She guesses Patrick has to ask because there's no one here to protest, nobody here to say 'this isn't a good idea' before ultimately joining in anyway. 

Art's not here.

"Problem?" She tests him and he just shakes his head, "good, now put your hands behind your back."

"You arresting me?" He laughs.

"Just shut up and do it," she urges.

He does, now pressed flat against the hood with his face turned on its side and his hands at his back in imaginary handcuffs.

With his jeans unbuttoned she can pull them off now, it takes some effort because they are tight, "might as well not even wear any pants if they're this tiny, leaves nothing to the imagination."

"And I bet you're imagining, huh," he remarks, a stupid grin on his face.

She just pulls the jeans down the rest of the way, his underwear coming down with them until he's fully exposed. Patrick takes a sharp inhale of breath. 

"Jesus Christ, Tashi," he says all shaky, again a mix of shock and delight.

She reaches her hand to his mouth, "spit," she directs and he does, making eye contact as he does.

Tashi rubs at his ass with one hand while bringing the other to his hole, her fingers dripping in spit. 

"Start with two," he tells her, his eyes already hooded.

"Don't tell me what to do," Tashi squeezes at his ass, her fingers at his rim but not pushing in. 

"I'm not," he basically whines, trying to push himself back on her fingers, "I'm just telling you what I want."

She feels herself throb at that, so turned on now that she doesn't have the patience to tease or hold back anymore. She slips the two fingers in, and they slide in so easy. He really had prepped already.

"Fuck, you could probably take me already," she scissors her fingers just to watch him stretch.

"Do it," his eyes flutter almost shut as he says it and now she knows he's not giving an order, he's just asking for what he wants.

She laughs, "I would but I'm not getting naked in the parking lot, want to fuck you in the car."

"Oh but it's fine for me to be naked?" He complains.

"You love it," she adds a third finger so he can't reply except to groan, "think you get off on the idea of getting caught like this, bent over with your pants around your ankles, moaning around my fingers."

He whines again, trying to thrust forward for friction at the same time as pushing himself back on her fingers. 

"Would he let you do this to him?" He regains enough composure to ask, a smirk at his lips.

"He'd let me," she pauses for a second, adding, "but he'd never ask for it like you do." 

It used to annoy her that Patrick wouldn't do what he was told, that he knew what he wanted and wasn't asking for advice. She liked it too, sometimes, she enjoyed the push backs and arguments but mostly it pissed her off. Aggravated her that he couldn't admit she knew best. 

Now she's just enthralled by his drive, his excessive greed and want. So hungry for things still. Even if his career is off the deep end he's fighting tooth and nail to stay above water. Even if she's married to his ex best friend he's in a parking lot, bare and exposed in his wanting. 

And she's going to give him what he wants.

"Where do you keep it?" She leans further over him to ask.

"Glove box with the lube," he answers knowing what she's asking about, "I'm ready."

"I know, that's why I asked," she pulls out of him, "how do you want to do this?"

He gets up and turns to face her, his jeans pooling around his feet, his dick hard and flushed pink while still wearing the stupid I TOLD YA shirt. It's as much ridiculous as it is ridiculously hot. 

She tells him the first half, "you look fucking ridiculous."

He ignores the comment, just looking at her "I want to ride you."

"Fuck, alright, let me get ready," she heads for the passenger door, opening the glove box.

The strap-on is a little bigger than the one she used on him all those years ago but it's the same shade of purple, she looks back at him, "really?"

He just shrugs at her, grinning. Then it's a blur of unzipping her dress and strapping on the toy. She's sat in the passenger seat, purple dick stood at attention as she looks up at Patrick and taps her lap, "c'mon."

He straddles her lap, closing the car door behind him and hovering above the toy.

"Get ready for the ride of your life, and I suggest you hold on tight for this one," he smirks, bracing himself with his hands on the car headrest. 

"Alright cowboy, don't get too big for your boots," she moves her hands to his waist, "I'm sure I'll be just fine." 

"I don't know, I'd be careful, I'm not that blushing virgin you once knew," he smiles at her and she snorts. 

She just uses the hands at his waist to urge him down, and he gets the idea immediately. She wraps a hand around the dildo, steadying it as Patrick sinks down.

She watches the toy disappear inside him before bringing her gaze back up to his face. His eyes are fully closed, a pink twinge to his cheeks and he's biting at his lip. It reminds her of the first time. 

"Feel good?" She's aiming for smooth or teasing but she's so worked up her voice is breathy.

"Yeah, I've just, yeah," he gets out, pushing all the way down now and Tashi's hands clench at his side.

His eyes open and he's reaching for her face, pulling her in to kiss, softer than before but more intense. 

"Do you remember when I told you about when I got my ear pierced?" He speaks into her mouth.

"Sure, and you said it closed up," she goes along with it, not sure where Patrick's going with this. 

"I got another piercing, well two actually," he's not moving up and down, but his hips are rocking back-and-forth lightly. 

She looks at him, scanning for any earrings she missed, "I don't see any."

"I didn't say it was my ears this time," he smiles at her, his eyes flicking down. 

No way.

She fumbles for his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his chest.

"God, this is fucking stupid," she stares at the metal piercing his nipples, "surely that gets in the way when you're playing?"

"It's hot though," he says, bearing his teeth at her in a smile and she can't look away from his chest.

"It's stupid," she tries again, still fixated on the metal.

"Tashi, you're staring," he says, overjoyed at the effect he's having, "you think it's hot too."

"It's slutty," is the closest she can get to a compliment.

"Everything I do is slutty according to-" he cuts himself off with a moan as Tashi brings a finger up to one of his nipples.

Tashi's certain that Patrick could see the way her eyes light up at the noise.

She looks up at him, eyes wide and expecting so he tells her, "they're more sensitive now."

"Yeah no shit," she breathes out and then, "weren't you meant to be giving me the ride of my life? Right now it seems like you're just sitting here."

One hand is still holding the t-shirt up to keep the piercings exposed, and the other is held a few tentative inches from his left nipple.

Patrick finally starts moving, his thigh muscles tightening as he lifts himself up to the tip before bringing himself down again.

She thumbs at his nipple again, and watches how he bites his lip and stops moving, "keep going," she urges. 

He starts again, still slow and struggling to keep his eyes open, his hand still using the headrest for balance. 

She continues her movements at his left nipple and he's taking in sharp breaths as she does.

He smirks at her, "you really like them, huh?" 

"I like that me touching them makes you whimper," she brushes a finger over the piercing and watches him swallow a sound.

"I'm not whimpering," he protests with a shaky voice.

"Not yet," she grins up at him.

Patrick leans down to kiss her, desperate and hungry, saying against her lips, "I'd like to see you try."

It barely qualifies as goading or teasing, coming out more just like begging. Like he might as well have just said please make me whimper.

He moans into her mouth as she breathes words back into his, "faster."

He follows the order, picking up the pace and breathing heavier as he does. He can't even kiss her anymore, focusing on bouncing up and down on her dick, his thighs flexing. He looks determined.

Now he's pulled back Tashi can get at his chest again, pushing his shirt up once more.

She switches between nipples now and Patrick is groaning. His dick hard between them rubbing at her stomach as he moves, starting to drip precum. The groaning is nice but it’s not whimpering. She gets an idea.

Tashi takes the hem of the shirt that’s in her hand and holds it up to his mouth, “bite.”

His eyes open to look at her, taking in the shirt, confusion flitting across his face.

“I wasn’t even talking,” he complains, thinking she’s just trying to gag him.

“Just do it, I’m not trying to shut you up,” she presses it to his mouth, “although it is a bonus effect.”

He takes the fabric in his mouth, his eyes watching slightly narrowed. Now she has two hands she can reach up to get both hands at his chest, a thumb at each pink nub. She nods her head, urging him to move.

He’s struggling to keep his eyes on her, and struggles even more when she rubs with both thumbs, fighting to keep a noise in his throat. She waits until he’s bouncing in earnest again to take them both between her thumb and forefinger, and start pinching.

He lets out a shocked, punched out moan, his mouth falling open and dropping the shirt, “what the fuck.”

“I didn’t tell you to drop that,” she says calmly, “was ‘bite’ too complex an order for you?”

“You surprised me,” he says indignantly.

“Can you do it or not?” Her eyebrow arches at him, taking the fabric once again and holding it to his lips, he takes it again, “great, let’s try this again.” 

She could just make him take the whole shirt off but she likes that he’s wearing it. Plus, there’s something weirdly hot about him holding it up for her with his mouth, baring his chest for her to do as she pleases. 

She pinches again and he’s ready for it this time so he doesn’t drop the shirt, but he still whines. His dick still getting the occasional amount of friction as it rubs between their bodies. He uses his thigh strength to lift himself right to the tip before sinking all the way down over and over.

The power is impressive, the speed is impressive and the stamina is impressive too. His teeth continue gripping the shirt even when she pinches harder making his eyebrows furrow in a mix between pain and pleasure.

“You’re good at this, dedicated,” she comments watching the way his eyes flick to her face, “and look, you are capable of following orders.”

He bounces faster in response, showing off, and because she’s Tashi she adds, “if only you treated tennis like this.”

His movements stutter but he keeps going, giving her a look that tells Tashi what he’s thinking. I am dedicated to tennis, I’m still here aren’t I?

It’s true. He is still here. He hasn't just given up, his passion hasn’t died. He isn't ungrateful. He’s digging his heels into the ground and refusing to be dragged away. This is all true and she respects him for it, even if she would never tell him that. It’s also fucking embarrassing.

He’s arrogant. He’s sticking around but he’s too stubborn to actually change anything. To work on himself. He’s still got that stupid serve that everyone knows doesn’t work like it should. She would’ve tried anything, changed everything if it meant carrying on. She did try everything.

He gets to have a whole extra decade on those courts than she did, and he wastes it by being fucking mediocre. 

She wasn’t supposed to be angry here. She wasn’t supposed to be a lot of things. 

Still, this isn’t about that. She takes in the sight of him again, face all scrunched up and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

She calms down a little but can’t fully stop herself lashing out, “seriously, Art is dedicated. That’s why he’s a winner. That’s why I’m married to him while you’re here fucking yourself on my dick.”

She wants him to hurt, to moan, to get fired up. Instead he takes the shirt out of his mouth.

“Tashi, I don't want to talk about tennis or-” he starts and she cuts him off because he’s not supposed to do that. Be reasonable. 

“Did I say you could let go?” she asks and he’s just looking at her. Jesus, he was supposed to get jealous or something. To hear Art’s name and come alive, fuck himself harder. Not have this expression on his face that she can’t bear to look at.

The shirt is fully down, I TOLD YA glaring at her so she grabs the hem and pulls it up in a sharp motion, dragging it over his face but not all the way off. She hooks the shirt over his head so it stays there. He had stopped his movements up on his knees, his hole just around the tip and before he can say anything she’s grabbing his waist pushing him down at the same time she thrusts up as much as she can.

The toy must finally hit his prostate because he lets out a choked out moan and his thighs tremble. 

“Still think I can’t get you to whimper for me?” she asks and doesn’t give him time to recover before bringing her mouth to one of his piercings, sucking.

She brings a hand up to the right, rolling the nipple between her fingers while her mouth works on his left. She feels the metal on her tongue then takes the nipple between her teeth and lightly pulls. He’s taking these sharp intakes of breath over and over. 

“Fuck,” he whines, “fuck, Tashi let me see you.”

His bouncing picks up in pace, as if that’s going to convince her. 

“No, you’ll get rewarded for good behavior,” she insists.

He grabs at the shirt anyway, struggling but managing to pull it off.

“Patrick,” she scolds, reaching out to pinch both his nipples in retaliation.

He groans, his head falling forward as their foreheads almost touch. He looks a mess, even more than before, his hair all over the place. 

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” he babbles and she twists where she was pinching, he whines but keeps going, “needed to see you, wanted to see you.” 

He grabs at her face and pulls her in for a, very sloppy, kiss. She can’t even be mad at him for disobeying because it’s so very Patrick. It’s the fire she wanted from him, the pushing back instead of just keeling over. The tunnel vision of: want want want.

She thrusts her own hips up into him as much as she can to match his movements, her tongue shoving into his mouth. 

“Forgot how needy you get with a cock inside you,” she teases between kissing.

“Just yours,” he replies, and he’s absolutely lying but he says it with such sincerity it sends her stomach swooping in arousal.

“I shouldn’t have-” said that earlier? Been so mean to you? She doesn't really know how she intended to end that sentence so she starts another one, “you really are made for this, your thighs are like fucking machines.”

He moans again, “hold on I need to,” his head drops to her shoulder and he’s breathing heavy as he adjusts the angle before sinking down, “fuck.”

He must’ve found the right angle that sets that spot inside him on fire because his moans go up a pitch. 

“That’s it, right there Patrick, keep going,” she moans too as if she can feel it like he does.

“Touch me,” he begs, “I want you to touch me again.”

“Your nipples or your dick?” she brings her hands to lightly hover over both, not touching yet.

“Both, anything,” he pleads.

She obliges, one hand playing with his piercing and the other going to finally stroke his dick.

He’s cursing under his breath, precum dripping, “I’m close.”

“Jesus Patrick I’ve been jerking you off for five seconds, don’t think you’d even qualify as a minute man,” she smiles at him, meanly, knowing she’s being purposefully unfair.

“Give me a fucking break,” he groans, so she removes her hand and he gives her a desperate look, “I didn’t mean like that, c’mon I need to cum.”

She ignores his plea, “do you think you could get off just from riding me, and the friction of your dick against my stomach?”

“I don’t know,” he moves up and down impatiently, but doesn’t touch himself.

“I want you to try,” she urges.

“Okay, just,” he reaches for the hand that had abandoned his dick, bringing it up to join her other at his nipples, “want this.”

He leans back a little to get a good angle, and she watches his taut stomach as he fucks himself on her cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his entire body sweaty and flushed pink in exhaustion. The moans start spilling out of him like he can’t stop now, like he’s hitting his prostate on every bounce. 

She switches between rubbing, pinching, and twisting and just revels in the noises he’s making. 

“Fuck, Patrick, how close are you?” she asks.

“Very,” he manages.

“You look so good, sound so desperate,” she looks up at him, “want to make you whimper. When you cum I want you to keep bouncing until you can’t anymore.”

He whines and she surges forward to claim his lips, swallowing the noise, her arms pressed between them both still pinching. His dick is also pressed between them and the extra pressure is working.

“Tashi,” he speaks out, asking or warning, she’s not sure.

“Go on, cum for me, finish with my cock inside you,” she encourages into his mouth.

He groans, white ropes spurting out onto Tashi’s stomach but she doesn’t let up, “keep going.”

She thrusts up into him herself to get him moving, it now actually feels like the toy is connected to her, like she can feel the tightness of him around her. His entire body trembles and he’s biting his lip so hard it might bleed.

“Wish I could fuck you all the time,” she’s babbling now, “want to fuck you doggy style, want to bend you over a desk or just shove you down on a tennis court and take you.”

“Tashi,” he’s moaning again like it’s all he's capable of saying in response to this amalgamation of thoughts she’s had over the years.

If she’s revealing her fantasies then she has to mention the biggest one, “want to fuck you while Art watches.”

Patrick finally whimpers, and it makes her so horny she thrusts up. Patrick shudders, his dick somehow spurting out a few more drops, high pitched whines and whimpers leaving him. 

His head tucks into her neck, overwhelmed and overstimulated, “I can’t.”

“You’re done,” she tells him, helping him lift off her, “you can stop, you did good.”

He winces as the toy slides out, collapsing to sit on her thighs instead and she doesn’t even mind the weight. His body slumps into her, his head at her shoulder, and she wraps her arms around him.

“You okay?” she whispers into his ear.  

“Forgot how good you are at being mean,” he mumbles into her neck, “I missed it.”

She laughs, “forgot how much you liked me being mean.”

He hums contently, “and did you miss it too?”

His hand trails lazily to her crotch, finally. 

“I’m close,” she tells him, because she’s been so worked up for so long that she’s already right on the edge.

He rubs in circles at her clit underneath the toy, then asks again, “did you miss this as much as I did?” 

“I’,” she starts to say I missed you but there's a sudden loud blaring noise.  Did somebody call the police?

She blinks and then opens her eyes, waking up with a gasp and a hand down her pants. Her bedroom is bright and the alarm blares next to her. She turns it off with her free hand. Fuck. 

She finishes getting herself off anyway, watching Art’s sleeping body. She kind of hopes he’ll wake up and catch her out, ask her what she was dreaming about that got her like this. Then she’ll have to tell him, it’s only right to be honest if he’s asking so directly. She’ll give him all the details and watch him flush pink. 

Art doesn’t wake up though, he just sleeps through it all until his own alarm goes off.

********

February 2020

They've been sleeping together for over six months now, all three of them. They were taking as close to a vacation as she'd done in years. It wasn't even really supposed to be a vacation. 

They were invited for Tashi's cousin's wedding, well her and Art were invited and it felt weird leaving Patrick behind with Lily and her mom. Her cousin was marrying some British guy, ‘was’ being the key term because the whole thing got called off two days before the wedding. She didn't know the details and didn't really care to.

She'd sort of been glad because she didn't really feel up to answering any questions about who Patrick is or why he'd come to the wedding with them. They'd already been at the airport when she got the call and it had taken so long to figure out a way for them all to get a week off that they all felt they should just go. When else would they get a chance for a vacation in the near future?

When they landed at Heathrow, instead of getting a rental and driving the three hours up to the Peak District where the wedding was supposed to happen, they booked a hotel in London. Patrick insisted on a hotel in Soho, saying that Art and Tashi would love it there. They'd been to London for Wimbledon of course, but they'd never ventured outside of that. Unlike Patrick apparently had early on in his career.

He also suggested they get the tube to the hotel which had been hell, so she made him swear they would stick to Ubering the rest of the week. Tashi was sort of regretting listening to his suggestions at all. Walking from the tube to their hotel she got a sense of why Patrick had been so struck with the place. 

It was lively but she knows that’s not what he’d been thinking, “plenty of sex shops and gay bars,” she gives him an eyebrow, “I see why you loved it here so much.”

“Real classy, Patrick,” Art snorts.

“There’s also a great ice cream place,” Patrick grins at them both, “I didn’t even notice the sex shops, you guys are just perverts.”

“And the gay bars?” she asks.

“Oh, those are unforgettable,” he bumps his shoulder into her, “plenty of great memories.”

“We don’t need to hear about that,” Art rolls his eyes, his comment coming off more cold than joking.

Art’s been a little off recently, getting jealous and insecure about everything. She shares a look with Patrick, which if Art saw would only make things worse.

“You don’t have to be such a closet case about it,” Patrick pushes when he probably shouldn’t.

“He’s just jealous,” Tashi says, giving Art a pointed stare that he avoids. 

He loosens up back at the hotel a bit, they’re raiding the mini bar and getting dressed to go out for an early dinner. 

“Do people really still go to physical sex shops? I just figured everyone else does it online too,” Art muses from where he’s sat on the bed.

“I guess sometimes you want to see it in person,” Patrick replies, rooting through his suitcase for pants, “you’ve never been inside one before?”

“We’re not all as free as you are. Right, Tashi?” he looks up at her and she keeps her face neutral.

“Right,” is all she says, shrugging. Her and Patrick share another look that Art maybe notices this time but he doesn’t say anything. 

She heads to the en suite to finish getting ready, leaving the door open so she can listen into their conversation. 

“I think you’d pass out in a sex shop,” she hears Patrick comment, “you’d be so scandalised by a wall of dildos.”

“You do know I’m a fully grown adult, I can handle a few plastic dicks,” Art defends, and Tashi smiles to herself preemptively knowing what Patrick will say.

“A few, huh, impressive,” she can hear the insufferable grin on Patrick’s face, and knows Art is rolling his eyes, “I was just thinking about how you passed out when we had to watch that video about erections for sex ed.” 

She enjoys hearing about their time at the academy, even if she sometimes feels a little envious, that it’s unfair they knew each other first.

“I passed out because I hadn’t eaten, not because of the video,” Art protests, “and you were the one who freaked out. When I came to, you were kneeling over me and holding me like I’d died or something.”

“Hey, I was just concerned I’d have to get used to playing with another doubles partner,” Patrick says, she can see in the mirror that he’s walking over to the bed, “none of them were as cute as you.”

“Were you always this cheesy?” The smile in Art’s voice is obvious, “you’re a fucking sap.”

“And the cutest doubles partner you’ve ever had too, right?” She sees him straddle Art now.

“You’re the only doubles partner I’ve ever had,” Art tells him.

“You’re so loyal,” Patrick moves his head and Tashi can hear kissing sounds, “it’s very romantic.”

She shakes her head and calls out to them, “stop getting distracted, we need to leave soon.”

She hears them shuffle away from each other, both laughing softly.

Tashi likes shoving them together, working them up and watching them mesh together. Even though Art is sometimes repressed and Patrick sometimes insists on pretending he doesn’t care about anything, they can open up to each other in ways that she finds difficult.

It was less there at first but after time it's like their years of sharing a room return, and they're all over each other. This casual affection that looks so easy on them. It makes her breathe better to watch it.

When she's worked them up and they fuck it out, sometimes they'll end with this string of 'I missed you' that blends together between them. She thinks Patrick's probably one good fuck away from telling Art he loves him. Maybe even her too, but the difference is Art would say it back but she's pretty sure Patrick knows Tashi wouldn't. 

Not right away at least. Not because she doesn't. 

It's so fucking hard to even be nice to him sometimes. Even with Art she finds it hard, but it's easier because they're married, they have a kid together. It doesn't feel so massive to call out a 'love ya' occasionally because it goes without saying, it doesn't feel like an admission of something. A surrendering. And even then, she still barely says it.

With Patrick it feels impossible to even tell him that she likes him. Except when she's fucking him, which is a little stupid. It's just hard to feel weak and vulnerable when he's there moaning around her dick. Maybe that’s part of some internalised something or other, or maybe she’s complicating things. Maybe it just gets her so horny she forgets to care.

It's just part of it, complimenting him when he's like that. It's part of the game. It's easy to do when she's so clearly above, the power so obviously in her favour. Plus, sometimes he squirms more from the nice names than he does the degrading. 

He always got a little flustered in bed when she'd call him pretty or something, but since the decade spent alone he's become even more sensitive. Like he can't fucking take it. Or he's forgotten how to receive affection. She tries not to dwell on it. 

She can't help it though, she hasn't got to fuck him since they've all three been together. She’s just living off memories of her and Patrick and the weird softness of those moments. She hasn't fucked Art since they all got together either. She felt like they didn't need that, now that they've got each other to fill that hole. Literally.

Now this conversation about sex shops and dildos has brought up what she’d already been thinking about. She needs to fuck Patrick. Needs it an embarrassingly large amount. 

It's just that he's really been in good form recently, with tennis, with Lily, with their relationship. He’s been good.

He's also been opening up more, just subtly sliding in stories about the last ten years and it's making her sad. If she was a different sort of person she'd hold him in her arms like a baby, maybe kiss at his forehead. But that thought makes her a little nauseous.

Still, she's feeling all these horribly sweet things and she can't fucking do anything with it. So she needs to fuck him, needs him in a position where she can actually have an outlet for it all, and where he'll be forced to receive it.

She sprays some perfume at her pulse points, finishing up and stepping out to see Patrick looking at himself in the mirror, “does my ass look fat in these jeans?”

“Yes,” Art calls out, moving past Tashi to take her place in the en suite.

“You’re so sweet to me,” Patrick calls back, then looking at Tashi, “I guess you guys have been feeding me well.”

“Hmm, that was our plan,” she moves closer to him and his eyes sparkle seeing that she’s going along with his joking, “we’ve been fattening you up.”

Tashi moves to stand behind him, pressing herself against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“I thought we weren’t meant to get distracted,” Patrick says, with very little conviction. 

“I’m just checking something,” she reaches a hand down to squeeze his ass, “yeah, definitely bigger.”

“I feel objectified,” he smiles.

“You’re welcome,” she replies, lightly thrusting against him for good measure.

Patrick’s grin widens, “thinking about anything in particular?”

“I’m sure you know,” she tries being casual, “maybe we could pick up a little something after dinner.”

“I‘m not sure anyone has ever referred to buying a strap-on as picking up a little something,” he teases, “and what would Art think about it?”

“You know him, he’ll want to, he might just need a little persuading,” she tilts her head, giving him another squeeze to the ass.

Art returns from the en suite, taking in the sight of them, “what are you two talking about?”

“Just some after dinner plans,” Tashi shrugs, giving Patrick a last tap on the ass before going to put her shoes on.

Art narrows his eyes at them but doesn’t say anything more. She knows they should reassure him but he’s been so annoying with this jealousy recently that she doesn’t have much patience left. It’s just that his jealousy isn’t even fun at the moment, it’s not like he gets all fired up and possessive. He just gets quiet and distant.

Last week her and Patrick had been sat next to each other on the couch, not even doing anything and Art had walked in, took one look at them, then sat as far away as possible. He hadn’t said a word, just pretending to look at his phone with a sour look on his face. She’d been perfectly happy to just let him stew in it but Patrick had flung himself over Art’s lap, getting in his personal space until he had to smile. 

Patrick was better at that, not getting annoyed at Art for being difficult. Although Patrick is also usually the one trying to make him jealous in the first place, so she guesses it balances out. 

Despite Art’s mood, the dinner is pretty uneventful, they’re all so hungry from travel that they spend the time scarfing down pizza and downing glasses of wine. 

Art and Tashi watch Patrick tilt back his glass, “you know I was thinking about when I had my ear pierced.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Art replies, “and your dad made you take it out because it would get in the way when you were playing tennis or something.”

Another shared look between Tashi and Patrick, “what’s that look,” Art cuts in.

“Nothing, I just heard the story a little differently,” she takes a sip from her own glass, avoiding looking at Patrick, “I didn’t think it was about tennis.”

“Patrick?” Art questions.  

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, I mean it was my dad,” Patrick looks down, a forced smile on his lips, “it was just more about him thinking people would get the wrong idea about me.”

“His dad didn’t want people thinking his son was gay,” Tashi interjects, not exactly sure what she’s trying to do.

“Yeah, I got that,” Art says to her before turning to Patrick, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know dude, we were like fourteen,” he shrugs, "you would've been weird about it."

“I’m not boring or prissy or whatever you guys seem to fucking think,” Art snaps, “you don’t have to whisper about salacious details behind my back, I’m fun too.”

He’s not boring. Not at all. They both know that, it’s just that sometimes he seems obsessed with pretending like he is. 

“Alright Mr. Fun, let’s go get my ear re-pierced right now,” Patrick suggests and she hadn’t expected that.

“What?” she questions.

“Well, that’s why I brought it up, I wasn’t trying to start an argument,” he looks between them both, “it’s just there’s a piercing place round the corner and I thought it would be cool.”

“Sounds fun to me,” Art crosses his arms, going for casual. 

They pay the bill, heading to the piercing place. They’re all past tipsy but not quite fully drunk, just more relaxed than usual. When they get there Patrick goes for a single piercing on his left ear, selecting a small hoop for it. 

“I might need them both to come in with me, for moral support,” Patrick says to the piercer.

“Sure, whatever,” the piercer shrugs, clearly not giving a fuck. 

He gets sat on this leather armchair as they prepare the needle, and Patrick summons Art and Tashi to stand at either side of him. 

“Can you both hold my hands, in case it hurts?” he looks up at them with this fake innocent look, and Art rolls his eyes.

Tashi snorts, “I think you’ve taken worse.”

“Maybe, but this is an emotional moment for me,” he looks to Art, fluttering his eyelashes “I’m standing up to my dad.”

“Stop guilt tripping us,” Tashi complains, but takes the hand he holds out.

“Art?” he gives him a look, holding his hand out to him.   

Art takes it reluctantly, and Patrick looks very pleased with himself. He keeps hold of them both as the needle goes through his lobe, clearly not feeling any pain at all but he pretends to.

Once it’s over he lets go and Art shakes his hand, “Jesus Patrick did you have to squeeze that hard?”

“It hurt,” he says simply.

“Asshole,” he’s still rubbing at his hand.

“Happy with it?” the piercer asks.

“What do you guys think?” he looks to them both.

Tashi looks at him, it’s exactly how she imagined it, “cute.”

“And Art, it’s sexy right?” he wiggles his eyebrows at him.

Art gets weird then for some reason, looking to the side and then saying, “yeah I think your girlfriend will love it.”

For fuck’s sake.

Patrick just nods at him, and they leave the shop without talking about it.  They don’t even talk about it as they walk back to the hotel. 

On their way, they pass by one of the many sex shops and Tashi glances over at Patrick, tilting her head in its direction. He grins at her. 

“Still, feeling fun, Art?” Patrick stops walking.

“Always,” Art gives him a fake smile.

“Well, why don’t you head in that shop and buy us something?” he points to the shop behind Art, “I dare you.”

“Dare? Are we twelve years old?” he mocks.

“Stalling? Are you chicken?” Patrick teases back.

“This is stupid,” Art looks to Tashi for support but she doesn’t give him any, “ugh, fine, what am I supposed to be getting.”

“Oh just something fun for tonight,” Patrick thrusts his hips and mimes jerking off.

Art looks around but nobody on the street even spares them a second glance, still he blushes a little, “alright, I’m going, just stop doing that.”

“Have fun,” Patrick calls out as he walks away.

Art looks back at Tashi one last time and she just nods at him. 

“They grow up so fast,” Patrick smiles at her.

“You know, when I said you’d need to persuade him I thought you’d be more subtle,” she laughs, then adds, “he likes the earring.”

“What, did he communicate that to you telepathically?” he jokes, a hint of bitterness.

“He’s just being annoying,” she sighs, looking him over, “the piercing really does suit you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he leans in to her ear, whispering, “makes you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, it’s taking everything in me not to pounce on you right now,” she says, deadpan. Although it is doing something for her.

“You joke but if I walked in that gay bar around the corner, I’d be fighting people off,” he smirks, getting up in her face.

“I think that would tip Art over the edge, he might actually die if he saw some guy grinding on you,” Tashi snorts imagining Art stood in a dark corner just glaring, “maybe it would get him to be jealous in a way that’s actually fun.”

He honestly usually is, he’d get all fired up when Patrick would be gloating in his face. He’d get competitive, playing better, and fucking better.

She’d had one of the best orgasms she’d ever had when Art had walked in on Patrick eating her out. Patrick had given him this smug grin and Art had joined in, both of them licking and sucking at her, tongues fighting over her clit, both desperate to be the one to get her over the edge. Art had won and fucked her afterwards, sweaty and passionate, kissing her all over while Patrick watched. 

It usually makes him work harder but the last few weeks he’d just get avoidant, cold and self pitying. 

“I don’t know, he doesn’t really get jealous about me, I’m the competition not the prize,” his smile weakens a bit so he continues, “and I’m more than happy to take that role, to fight with him over you. I like seeing him like that.”

Hmmm. Her mind starts whirring with ideas.

“I don’t know about that,” now she turns to whisper in his ear, “I think I can prove it tonight.”

Before Patrick can ask what she means, Art is exiting the shop.

“What are you guys whispering about?” the insecurity flitting across his face.

“Just how much of a hit Patrick would be at a gay club with his earring,” she half lies, just to watch his face.

She thinks she sees a hint of fire in his eyes when he looks to Patrick, who nods, “they’d be all over me.”

“We don’t need you slutting it up tonight, thanks,” Art snaps, rolling his eyes. It’s not quite what Tashi is going for but at least he’s not just being silent.

“Slutting it up he says while literally exiting a sex shop,” Patrick snorts, “so where is it?”

Art reaches in his pocket and holds out a singular condom, it’s a novelty one with a cartoon of Big Ben on it.

“That’s it?” Patrick says exasperated, “dude, that’s like the most boring thing you could’ve bought.”

“You dared me to buy something,” he shrugs, “that’s what I did. I win.”

“And we’re all so proud of you,” Patrick gives a fake smile, patting him on the back, “but how’s Tashi supposed to fuck me without equipment?”

Art stares at her for clarification, “that’s Patrick’s way of saying you were supposed to buy a strap-on.”

“Exactly but you were too much of a pussy to buy a dick,” he grins at Art, and Tashi gives him a side eye.

“It’s not like Tashi would go in and buy it either, I think it’s just you that’s this chill about it,” he sneers.

Patrick laughs, “she’s done it before.”

Tashi grabs Art’s hand pulling him back towards the shop before he can answer, “we’re going back in,” and when Patrick tries to follow she points at him, “and you are staying out here.”

“Was he being serious out there?” Art asks after she drags them to the back of the store.

“Not sure it’s any of your business,” she retorts, realising she’s being a little harsh.

“Are you really that mad I didn’t buy a dildo?” he snorts but keeps his eyes trained on her for a reaction.

“What was that earlier, in the piercing shop?” she watches him give a blank look like he doesn’t know what she means, “your girlfriend will love it.”

“It just felt weird doing all that in front of a stranger,” he’s shrugging, “I don’t think it’s so odd that I’m not a fan of PDA.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to fuck him in the piercing shop, just a simple you look good would suffice,” she snarks, “seriously, what’s your problem? Was it a jealousy thing or a I-don't-want-people-to-know-I-like-dudes thing?”

“I don’t know, neither,” he looks a bit ashamed, “or both, maybe.”

“Either way it’s getting fucking boring, Art,” Tashi snaps, “you’ve been so jealous the last few weeks, and not even in a hot way.”

“I’m sorry my emotions aren’t sexy enough for you,” he turns away from her but it’s a wall of ball gags behind him so he turns back to her, “this is stupid.”

“You are being stupid,” she smiles at him.

“I’m trying not to be,” he admits, “it’s just sometimes playful competition with Patrick slips into real anger.”

“Well, maybe you need to switch it up,” she moves closer to him, “I can help you out.”

He puts his hands on her waist, “how?”

“First, you’re going to have to help me,” she spins them around, now facing an assortment of strap-ons, “choose one for me.”

He lets out a small oh, his ears turning pink at the tip.

“Patrick was right, I can’t fuck him without equipment,” she lowers her voice, “so I want you to pick which one I’m going to use tonight. Which do you think he’ll like?” 

“I don’t know,” Art doesn’t know where to look, switching between her face and the toys, “what do you think?”

“Let’s think about size first,” she acts like she’s browsing, then points to a ridiculously large green one, “what about that?”

“Jesus, Tashi, I don’t want you to kill him,” his eyes widening at it, “he likes a challenge but I think that’s a bit much.”

“Yeah I guess after all these months of you fucking him, it would be a pretty big step up,” she tests, watching his face, a complex mixture but she thinks she’s hitting the right notes so far. Obviously nobody has a dick that big, and yet somewhere in Art’s brain she’s nagging at something, somewhere between making him insecure and horny.

“Still, I think we should pick something bigger than yours,” she adds for good measure.

“Yeah, and bigger than his too,” Art offers, a smirk ghosting his lips and her skin prickles knowing she’s got him properly engaged now, he whispers to her “want to see how he reacts to you having a bigger dick than he does, want to see you stretch him.”

She has to try really hard not to get flustered because she needs to concentrate on getting Art in the right mindset. He’s already most of the way there.

“Go on then, pick one,” she urges, needing him to be the one to choose.

His eyes graze over the shelves, landing on one and pointing it out, “how about that?

It’s a translucent purple number, it’s both a little girthier and longer than Patrick is, and importantly, “ribbed,” she gives him an approving smile, “fun.”

“Good?” he checks, even though he can see the smile on her face.

“Think he’ll be able to handle it?” she asks.

“Knowing him, he’s taken more than that,” Art says, calm with an edge to it.

“Think you can handle watching it?” she pushes, “me taking your role, but bigger and better.”

“I’ll be fine,” his face still carefully neutral.

“What if he loves the size so much, you have to fuck him twice as hard just to compete with me?” she says close to his ear.

“Why are you being mean?” he’s struggling to hide the way his lip twitches.

“Why are you hard?” she retorts, letting herself smile shamelessly.

“Can we buy the damn thing and get out of here already?” his shell cracking.

“Somebody’s desperate,” she teases, “but yeah, let’s go.”

They purchase the toy, a strap for it, and some more lube. Art clearly forgetting he’s supposed to be embarrassed.

Leaving with a discreet bag they find Patrick waiting them for them, “you were fucking ages, how long does it take to pick out a sex toy?”

“We wanted to make sure it was just right,” she tells him.

“What, like Goldilocks but instead of porridge it’s strap-ons?” Patrick jokes, making Tashi snort but Art has just been staring at him the whole time, "Art, why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not,” he says quickly, picking up the walking pace back to the hotel. 

Patrick looks to Tashi for answers, and she grins at him mouthing, “you’re welcome.”

They all head back briskly, remaining composure right until the elevator doors close on them. Art grabs Patrick’s face roughly bringing their lips together for a sloppy kiss that has Patrick grinning, wide and thoroughly amused.

Tashi enjoys watching for now, knowing that soon Art will be in her place. Although maybe she won’t have to be as mean as she thought. Then the elevator stops, doors opening and Art is desperately shoving Patrick off him, pushing so he stumbles, almost falling. Nevermind.

“Art there’s nobody there, it’s our fucking floor,” Patrick grumbles as they leave the elevator.

“There could've been, sorry I don’t want some random people to see us making out,” Art whisper yells back, letting them into their room with the key 

“Bet you wouldn’t have shoved Tashi away if you were kissing her,” Patrick snarks.

“Well obviously, she’s my wife,” Art retorts.

They were doing so well. 

“Cool.” Is all Patrick says, heading right to flop on the bed.

Tashi gives Art a glare before changing the topic, determined not to derail the night, “want to see what we got?”

Patrick sits up, “yes, duh.”

She takes the toy out of the bag, showing him, and he laughs at first, “purple, again.”

“Of course,” she smiles back, Art again noticing their shared look, “what about the size?”

“It’s big,” Patrick eyes it up and down slowly.

“Art picked it out,” Tashi lets him know, “said he wanted me to fuck you with a dick bigger than yours.”

“Tashi,” Art says, shocked, looking for Patrick’s reaction.

“Hot,” Patrick looks back at him, “nice choice.”

“I didn’t know you were such a size queen,” Art mocks but it just makes her and Patrick laugh.

“Size queen?” Patrick grins.

“Shut up,” Art’s face going pink. 

“Good idea,” Tashi interjects, “we need to stop talking and start fingering if we’re going to get this thing in him tonight.”

“You make it sound so romantic,” Patrick says all airy, and Tashi lets him pull her to straddle his lap, the toy left to the side.

Art kneels onto the bed next to them and she turns her head, “Art, go sit over there,” tilting her head to the couch next to the bed.

“What?” he questions but stands up. 

“You’ve been pushing us away, being distant and angry,” she says matter-of-factly, “you haven't been acting like you want to be near us, so you can sit out until you’ve earned it.”

“That’s not-” whether Art planned to finish that with true or fair doesn’t matter because Tashi cuts him off.

“Want to sit outside instead?” She raises a stern eyebrow and he just goes to sit at the couch, still with a stubborn look on his face.

Art sits mostly in well-behaved silence, hard in his jeans watching as Tashi opens Patrick up. She’s got him on his back, three fingers pumping in and out, occasionally expanding to stretch him. 

“Remember the first time we did this?” she asks, looking down at him, so reminiscent of all those years ago.

“How could I forget?” he smirks up at her.

“I took his virginity,” she says, looking over at Art proudly and he snorts so she clarifies, “well, his anal virginity anyway.”

“You really love saying that, don’t you?” Patrick laughs so she curls her fingers making him moan, he turns his head to Art, “does she say it to you too.”

Art doesn’t say anything so Tashi speaks up, “I can’t because I didn’t take his.”

“What?” Patrick looks between them, genuinely shocked.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” Art tries.

“Don’t worry he hasn’t fucked any other guys,” Tashi reassures, ignoring Art, “only himself.”

“I’m not sure that counts,” Patrick points out. 

“Maybe, but he lied about it,” she gives Art a sharp look, “he was fucking himself with my toys for months without telling me, and let me believe I was the first to ever open him up.”

“Only because you seemed to get off on that so much,” Art defends and Patrick nods in understanding.

“Or because you refuse to ever say what you want, and wanted to put it all on me,” she argues back, “sneaking around hiding in bathrooms because you didn’t want to admit how bad you wanted it.”

When she first fucked him, he pretended like he’d never had anything inside before, not even a finger. Sort of the opposite of Patrick, and like with him she could tell Art was lying.

“God, that’s hot,” Patrick groans.

It had been, she’d been planning on gentle but once she pulled out of him the information that he’d been riding her dildos behind her back, she made sure to fuck him extra hard, making him regret not just asking for her to do this sooner. Regret not asking for what he wants.

“So what do you want, Art?” she asks.

“I want to join you guys.”

“Too bad,” she shrugs, and it makes Patrick moan.

She looks down at him, “think you’re ready?”

“Almost,” he answers.

She leans in to kiss him before pulling back, “think you can finish preparing yourself for me, while I get ready?”

He nods at her and she pulls her fingers out, grabbing his own hand and bringing it down to his hole. He keeps eye contact with her, plunging his fingers inside himself, and she watches in appreciation. 

She hears Art shift in his seat and reminds him, “don’t move,” to which he gives a pathetic look.

Grabbing the strap-on she gets a better idea than going into the bathroom to do it, “actually you can help me out,” she moves towards him, “put this on me.”

He helps her get the harness on, slower than necessary so he can feel at her thighs while still staring at Patrick on the bed. Then she turns to Patrick, standing watching him still stretching himself, his eyes drawn to the dildo.

“Think you’re prepared enough?” she checks.

“Yeah,” he gets out all breathy. 

“Great, now you can help me,” she watches a confused look on his face, “need to make sure I’m hard before I fuck you.”

She takes a seat next to Art and he tries to reach for her, “no touching,” she beckons Patrick with her finger, “c’mere.”

He walks over slowly, “where do you want me?” 

“Knees,” and she can’t help biting her lip watching him sink down.

He takes a hold of her dick, licking a long stripe up it. Art makes a noise next to her, fumbling with his belt, finally taking his clothes off until his dick is out, standing hard and pink. She lets him, probably only makes it more torturous having his cock out but no one to touch it. 

Then Patrick is opening his mouth wide, taking in just the head at first before swallowing more and more. Patrick loves sucking dick, and his eyes flutter shut getting lost in it. It’s unbelievably hot and clearly Art agrees because he’s practically drooling at the sight.

She brings her hand to the back of Patrick’s head, guiding him, “you suit having a cock in your mouth.”

It makes Patrick push down further on her, gagging, and it makes Art moan again. 

“You agree?” she asks Art and he nods at her, “and you think he looks good like this?”

Art nods again, unable to look away from Patrick, “so tell him,” she orders.

“Fuck, Patrick, you do look so good like this,” flows out, “like you were made for it.”

She hears Patrick moan around her dick, taking her as deep as he can. Drool pools in his mouth, spilling around the toy every time he gags. He sucks desperately, like he’s trying to get her to cum.

She looks at Art, “wish he was blowing you instead?”

“Yes,” Art breathes out.

Tashi uses the grip in Patrick’s hair to pull him off her with a pop, directing him towards Art. She keeps her hand there, hovering him over Art’s tip. Art leans back against the couch, biting his lip waiting, and that’s when Tashi pulls Patrick back. Art actually whines, indignantly.

“Sorry, no time,” she grins, “I’m so hard, I’ve got to fuck him right now.”

When she lets go of Patrick he falls back, breathing heavily and wiping his mouth, looking absolutely thrilled. 

“All fours, on the bed now,” she directs and he scrambles up to follow the order.

She rubs lube over the toy, like she’s jerking off as Patrick gets into position, wiggling, “bet you’ve missed this ass.”

“Only as much as you’ve missed this dick,” she steps forward so that she’s behind him now.

“So, a lot then? Because I’ve-,” he gets cut off with a moan as Tashi starts rubbing the head of the toy at his rim.

Art watches from the couch, getting a side look of them.

“Nice view?” she calls out to him.

“Yeah,” he pauses, “but I thought you said you had to fuck him immediately, that isn’t fucking.”

The fact that he’s actually arguing with her amuses her greatly. They don’t get to play like this. Usually it’s Art and Patrick fighting over her, or sometimes her and Patrick tossing snide comments each other's way when they both want Art. Art doesn’t normally fight her on anything.

“Well, when the dick is this big you have to take your time,” she continues her teasing of Patrick’s hole, “guess you’ve never had to worry about that.”

She doesn’t know why she’s teasing Art so much about his dick today, he’s not even particularly insecure about it, and he’s above average himself. She guesses there’s just something about having a dick that makes her want to measure it up against everyone else’s.

Patrick starts pushing back, trying to push himself down on her dick, Art laughs, “look, he’s getting impatient.”

Tashi grabs at Patrick’s waist, giving him what he wants as the head of the toy stretches past his entrance. 

“You can make as many comments as you like Art, but I’m the one inside him right now and you’re just the one watching,” she keeps pushing in steadily.

Patrick’s hole hungrily taking every inch, until she’s all the way inside.

“Hnnng,” Patrick groans out, gasping, “so fucking full, shit.”

“You okay?” she checks in, rubbing at the small of his back.

“Yeah just give me a second,” he breathes deep, “it’s big.”

She keeps still and Art pipes up, “what, you didn’t take anything this big the last time you were here? Thought they loved you in gay bars.”

There it is, the bubbling of fun jealousy.

“Didn’t take much of anything,” Patrick replies, laughing to himself, “apart from sucking some guys dick in the club bathroom. He took my number and said he’d take me to brunch in the morning but I never heard from him again.”

It shouldn’t get to her, especially when she’s basically buried balls deep inside him, but like a lot of Patrick’s stories; it makes her sad. Also a little angry. If some dude gets on his knees for you in a grimy bathroom, the least you can do is take the poor guy to brunch.

“If I got to have that pretty mouth around my dick, I’d take you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she tells him, the effects of being inside him already working. It’s just much easier to be openly nice to him like this.

“Oh yeah?” she can hear the smile in Patrick’s voice. 

“Yeah, I’ll take you to brunch tomorrow, we’ll treat you,” she doesn’t know why talking about brunch is working for her but it is.

“I don’t even really care about brunch,” he insists.

“We’re taking you,” Art joins, and Tashi gives him a grin.

“If you can still walk tomorrow, that is,” Tashi lays herself over Patrick, biting at his shoulder.

“You can move,” Patrick says to her.

“Can I touch myself?” Art asks from his seat.

“You could at least wait until I start moving,” she points out.

“But then I’d be waiting forever,” Art smiles, she forgot how good he is at being bitchy when he gets jealous. It’s not usually directed at her, she’s not usually his competition. Hot.

She starts thrusting shallowly, bringing the toy out just an inch before pushing back in, going slow still.

“You can touch yourself but don’t cum,” she tells Art.

“What, you’re actually going to let me join in at some point?” 

“Maybe,” she answers, noncommittally. Art sighs but starts slowly touching himself.

She’s pulling out further each time, the ribs on the toy dragging at Patrick’s rim, “fuck that’s intense,” he’s groaning.

“Need me to slow down?” she asks, without an edge of teasing.

“No, I want more, I can take it,” he answers quickly.

“I know, you’re so good at this,” she compliments, toy almost pulling all the way out on each thrust now.

“Stop being so nice to him,” Art comments, making her glare at him.

“He likes it,” she rubs at Patrick’s waist with her thumb, “don’t you, baby?”

There it is, the baby that only really slips out of her like this. She’s not even worked up enough yet to give her a real excuse. Patrick moans softly at the name, subconsciously pushing back on her. She guesses that is her excuse. And the fact that her calling Patrick baby pisses Art off.

“More,” he asks again.

She withdraws right to the tip, then thrusts back in, deep. Doing this over and over, still slow, but purposeful. God, the noises Patrick is making under his breath are driving her crazy.

“Have to be nice to him when he looks this pretty,” she breathes out, and it reminds her of something, “when Patrick and I first did this, we spoke about you, Art.”

Art groans, “fuck, really?”

“Yeah, said how much we wished you could see him all pretty around my cock,” it makes both boys moan again, “he came right after I brought you up.”

“Shit, dude is that true?” he’s asking Patrick.

“Yeah,” he manages all shaky, it’s enough to make Art stroke himself harder.

“What would you have done if you actually walked in on that, back then?” Tashi wonders.

Art moans again, “I think I would’ve died, honestly, just fucking died on the spot.”

She laughs. Accurate. Cause of death: walking in on my crush pegging my best friend.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Art is breathless, just from watching, “fuck him faster.”

“You don’t give the orders around here,” Tashi warns and she stops moving altogether.

Patrick whines, involuntarily rocking back and forth to fuck himself now that she’s stopped. Fuck. He’s so greedy for it.

“Look, I don’t even need to move,” she grins at Art, “my dick fills him up so good he can’t even help himself.”

Art just furiously jerks at himself.

Tashi addresses Patrick, “come on, baby, show us how much you want it.”

He whines again, moving faster for her, his skin flushing. 

“Please can you-” Patrick starts to ask and he doesn’t have to finish the question because she knows what he wants. She wants it too, her clit throbbing from watching him fuck himself on her.

She grabs his hips, thrusting in again, taking back control of the movements. The base of the toy creating pressure against her that has her stomach swirling.

She makes eye contact with Art, showing off, “see how tight he is around me, how desperate he is for my cock, how fucking obsessed he is.”

“I’ve fucked him more times than you have,” Art snaps, breaking whatever guise of civility he had been hiding behind.

Tashi tries not to smile too big. This is exactly what she wanted. 

“And I fucked him first,” she brags, thrusting faster and faster. Patrick is moaning on every thrust now, unable to say a word. Just listening to them fighting over him.

“Being first doesn’t beat having that much practice,” Art argues back.

“Alright, well come back to me when your dick is this big, and ribbed,” she keeps her eyes locked on Art as she pulls all the way out, then shoves back in with a hard thrust. 

Patrick whines, “can you touch me, I’m getting close.”

“Soon, I promise, just hold on a little longer,” she soothes, rubbing a hand up his back. 

Art’s not done arguing, “you come back to me when your dick can actually cum inside him.”

Tashi moans out of shock at the same time Patrick does.

“You’ve seen how much he loves that shit,” Art adds, giving her a smug grin. 

She gets another idea.

“C’mere,” she beckons to Art, he scrambles up to join her.

“Should I take his mouth?” he asks, eagerly. Again it draws a moan out of them both.

“Fuck, we definitely need to do that sometime but no, I had something else in mind,” she leans forward over Patrick, addressing him, “Patrick, I’m going to have Art cum inside you and after that you can finish while I fuck his cum further into you, okay?”

Now it’s her turn to make them moan, Patrick swearing under his breath, “Jesus Christ, Tashi.”

“Is that a yes?” she asks just to hear him say it.

“There is honestly no world where I say no to that. Yes it’s a fucking yes,” he rambles out, and she smiles.

“Art?” she checks. 

“Ditto,” he replies, his dick looking painfully hard.

She pulls out, Patrick wincing at the loss. Art takes her position standing behind Patrick, he puts one foot up on the bed and lines his dick up with the hole. He thrusts in hard and fast, the angle must be just right because Patrick lets out a whimpering moan.

“First try,” Art says to her, gloating, “told you I knew his ass intimately.”

She just pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, shoving her tongue down his throat. Needs him to hurry up and finish so she can get back inside Patrick, prove that she can fuck as good as Art, even with less practice.

She tells him as much, “hurry up and cum, need to get back inside him.”

“Or maybe I’ll take my time,” he thrusts a little slower, “he feels so good.”

She’s got to get him to finish, it shouldn’t be too hard. She brings a hand down to herself first, needing to finally touch herself, she gasps a little. 

She stands close to Art, whispering into his ear, “look how much he stretched for me, if I had a smaller toy we could probably both fit in at the same time.”

Art lets out a sudden groan, his hips stuttering, almost collapsing onto Patrick as he cums inside him. 

He pulls out and stares at her in astonishment, “you’re evil.”

She just smiles back at him.

“Tashi,” Patrick pleads out, and she looks over at him, cum dripping from his hole.

“Put him on his back,” she tells Art and he obliges, helping Patrick flip so he’s laying back, bringing him in for a kiss as he does.

Tashi crawls up to him, sliding between his legs and lining up the toy to his rim, “ready?”

He pulls back from Art and nods up at her, face pink, hair ruffled, and eyes hazy.

She pushes in, the lube and cum making it smooth. 

“God, this is what it would be like if I could cum in you,” she muses, “I’ve got to get one of those ejaculating straps.” 

After touching herself she’s so sensitive that every thrust is bringing her closer.

“Think I could come from this, just fucking you,” she breathes out.

“Can I?” Patrick begs.

“Art, help him out,” she orders, and Art reaches a hand around Patrick’s weeping dick, just lazily stroking.

Patrick whimpers at the contact, his eyes squeezing shut.

Art leans into him whispering loud enough for Tashi to hear, "so you like us being nice to you, do you?”

Patrick squirms tilting his head away from Art, “no,” he whines.

Art grabs his face pulling it back to look at him, “then why do look so good all fucked out like this? It’s like you’re begging us to call you pretty.”

Tashi involuntarily thrusts forward, moaning, and Patrick is even louder, whimpering at the thrust and comment. 

“I’m so close, I need to come,” Patrick is trying to thrust up into Art’s fist.

“I am too, just hold on for me, you've been so good” she thrusts harder, the toy pressing against her more, “fuck now that I’ve done this again I never want to stop, just going to fuck you all the time.”

“You can,” he moans out, “I thought about it all the time, dreamed about it.”

“Me too,” she leans down to kiss him, saying into his mouth, “had a dream about you riding me in your car, you came just bouncing on my dick. I touched myself to it.”

Patrick’s head tilts back in a moan, his eyes watering with how desperate he is.

It’s all so much that suddenly her orgasm builds up, “you can cum now,” she gets out just in time as her own orgasm washes over her, she shudders into him. 

Her body collapses over further over him, fully pressed inside him at his prostate.

“I missed this,” she says in his ear, thrusting as much as she still can, “I fucking missed you.”

The pressure inside him, Art’s hand on his dick, and Tashi saying she missed him must all combine because Patrick is crying out and shooting all over them both, and Art’s hand.

Tashi pulls out as Patrick’s body shakes from an orgasm that been held back so long, his breathing so fast it almost sounds like hyperventilating. Tashi rubs at his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. 

“You okay?” she asks, and he manages a nod so she leans in to kiss him gently, “we’re just going to clean up, alright?”

Patrick hums in response, laying there boneless as Art and Tashi go to the bathroom. Art helps her out of the strap-on and she puts it on the side to clean up later, this thing is definitely coming home with them. 

As Art damps a flannel with warm water he looks at her, “you’re never that sappy when you fuck me.”

“I’ve been plenty sappy to you in our marriage,” which is truer than she’d like it to be, “I think Patrick deserves a little.”

Art grins at that, “yeah.”

“How about I let you big spoon him tonight,” she offers, “sappy enough for you?”

“You’re so kind,” he teases with a smile.

“I try my best,” she shrugs.

God it feels so nice to have this Art back.

Patrick is clearly in no state to move so they flannel him off the best they can before slipping into bed with him. 

“I think we’ll have to do room service for brunch,” Art comments, turning Patrick on his side so that he can press himself against his back. 

“Yeah, you honestly broke me,” he yawns, “going to need another vacation to recover from this vacation.”

Tashi laughs, she's at his front, hand stroking his face, “worth it though?”

“Definitely,” he nods aggressively, “I loved having you fight over me. Felt like a chew toy caught between two dogs.”

“And that’s a good thing?” Art asks, eyebrow raised.

“Very,” Patrick confirms, sincerely.

Just as they’re all dropping off, Patrick speaks up again, “there is one bad thing about both of you fucking me back to back, though.”

“What?” Tashi asks, suspicious.

“Neither of you used protection so how will I know who the father is?” he grins, stupidly proud of himself.

Art snorts, pulling Patrick in tighter, and Tashi rolls her eyes, “so dumb,” but she’s grinning too.

She gives Art a warm smile over Patrick’s shoulder which he returns, then she kisses Patrick’s forehead before closing her eyes and drifting off. All of them tangled up together.

They definitely won’t be leaving this bed tomorrow.

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Station, 3/1/2025 Issue ft. No.1 Sentai Gozyuger Cast Members (translation below)

Publication: February 26, 2025

Fuyuno Mio x Suzuki Hideharu x Kanda Masakazu Matsumoto Jin x Imamori Maya

Fuyuno: While Hoeru has a foul mouth and gives off the impression of being unapproachable, he's occasionally kind, and has a cute side that makes him a character who's prone to being teased.

Suzuki: Mio's normally like Hoeru, don't you think?

Kanda: He's quiet and cool. His way of speaking is abit blunt, which seems to also be similar.

Suzuki: He also has a pure heart, so his kindness can come out at any given moment.

Kanda: He and Hide are the same age, and they're always flirting with each other. Occasionally, the distance between him and us feels off (laughs). However, that changes drastically when it comes to his performance.

Fuyuno: I'm trying to be positively influenced by the atmosphere of the scene, and to react accordingly to everyone's performance.

Suzuki: Rikuo's a former super idol with an overconfident side. He's also putting in the work to justify that, and has a good side to him, that being his kindness. I try to be conscious of my idol like behavior, facial expressions, and speaking patterns.

Kanda: From his vibes to the way he speaks, everything about him is soft and gentle.

Matsumoto: It made me think that such good looking nice guys do exist. He's committed to listening to what others have to say. He's overflowing with kindness.

Kanda: It's amazing that we've gotten this far without him getting cocky over those visuals of his!

Suzuki: Thank you!

Kanda: Ryugi's an out of touch freak, and the only one who's a "Tega Sword follower." He's the oldest of the five, and although he's strong willed, he also has a mischievous side. I hope that I can find just the right balance in expressing that gap without overdoing his character.

Matsumoto: Kanda-san's like a leader. He invites us all to go out for meals together. I feel like we're more of a team now, and I'm really grateful that he creates such opportunities like that for us.

Imamori: He usually pulls us along and is reliable, but……he's abit of an airhead, isn't he?

Kanda: How did you know? I've always kept that hidden (laughs).

Imamori: It felt like you were doing your best to hide it.

Matsumoto: Kinjiro's a 17 year old high schooler. At his core, he's a serious person, but his goal is to become a "party person." It's interesting to see how his values don't match up with those around him. Since there's no character among the five of us who restlessly moves around, I thought I'd take charge of that position.

Imamori: He's surprisingly cool for someone with a cute face.

Fuyuno: I was gonna say the same thing (laughs). The composure he has makes it hard to believe that he's 19 years old, and he's also very good at giving compliments.

Matsumoto: I think I'm just conscious of trying to put my thoughts into words.

Imamori: Sumino-chan is cool, but she's a "high class detective" who'll use her cunningness as a weapon when she needs to. To create a gap between the two, I took it upon myself to play the role more characteristically. I'll watch anime and idols in order to study their cunningness.

Fuyuno: Maya-chan appears more mature on screen. She's always full of energy and makes the atmosphere around her pleasant.

Suzuki: The way she switches from her normal self is amazing.

Imamori: I'm just going along with the fun vibes everyone else helps create.

Fuyuno: Although the five members have widely different personalities, you'll be able to see each and every one of their human dramas. Enjoy this festive program, which also features tons of previous Sentai Reds! _

Sleeping Conditions on the Location Bus

Suzuki: Everyone has a particular way of sleeping, don't they? Masa-kun will lean forward with his neck bent at a 90 degree angle, while Mio doesn't sleep.

Fuyuno: It's true that I don't sleep.

Suzuki: Maya-chan tends to lean against the window, while Jin's head pokes out into the aisle (laughs).

Matsumoto: Something like that happens.

Imamori: Hide-kun's mouth hangs open.

Suzuki: Don't say that. I end up showing off a stupid face, huh?

Fuyuno: Everyone's probably looking at you.

Imamori: Kanda-san brings his own pillow, right?

Kanda: I get motion sickness easily, so if I look around for even a moment, I start feeling nauseous. That's why I use a pillow to keep my neck in place.

Suzuki: I'm the same way, so I get that!

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Call It What You Want Pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Summary: You get together with your friends to catch up on life and they're skeptical about what you're doing with Regina. A house party at Shane Oman's house gives Regina the chance to prove them wrong

Pairings: Regina George x Gender Neutral/Fem Reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, underage drinking, drug use (there's some coke involved, but nothing too crazy I promise)

Notes: Hi! Chapter 3 and I'm just having so much fun with these. Listen, I know there's another party, but it's college. I'm keeping it realistic lol but also, next chapter will be a small time jump and they'll get more well established. Just trying to have some fun and build it up and see how things are shifting I guess?? Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter as well and thank you all for taking the time to read. Also, slight mention of drug use, but just a little dabble. But TW just in case. But I kept it not super crazy and kinda light for that reason

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You were at your desk with your headphones on, doing your best attempt to do the readings for one of your classes that was due tomorrow. You always had a tendency to wait until the last minute for things, citing the excuse that working under pressure helps you think better. College may be testing the limits of that theory, but so far you haven't failed anything horrendously. It's only been a month since classes started though so there's still time.

Two arms wrapped around you from behind, caressing your chest and collarbone. You shot forward in your seat, ripping your headphones off your head and whipping your chair around to confront your roommate for majorly crossing a fucking boundary when you were met with a laughing Regina instead.

"Chill out, it's just me. Your roommate let me in before they left."

You stared up at her waiting for your heart to calm down. Though, staring at her wasn't doing you much good cause now it was just beating faster in a whole different way.

She was dressed up, her oversized designer purse that she uses for her backpack was sitting by your doorway so you know she must have stopped here right after class.

Something about that makes you feel all warm and giddy inside.

You also try not to think about the fact that you haven't seen her in like almost two weeks though.

"What brings you by?" You leaned forward, resting your forehead against her stomach and closing your eyes when her hands find their way to your scalp, massaging softly.

"I wanted to see you. I've just been busy with classes and soccer stuff lately." She gave your hair a tug so you would tilt your head back and look at her.

"When's your first game?" You questioned, your hands finding the backs of her thighs because that's what was within your reach and you almost felt like if you weren't touching her right now, you would implode.

"We've already had like three games."

"Oh." You said, your eyebrows furrowed. The hands on the back of her thighs faltered slightly and you didn't realize how much you wanted to be present at one of her games until you basically found out you were probably never going to be invited.

"Why the face?" She frowned, rubbing her thumb between your eyebrows to essentially try to get you to fix your face.

"Can I come see you play?"

"Uh," her voice was a touch higher than normal and you knew whatever was about to fly out of her mouth was either going to be a lie or something you probably didn't want to hear.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head and gave her a tight lipped smile, leaning back in your chair.

"Stop, don't be like that." She straddled your lap and you tightened your grip on the back of her thighs because the last thing you needed was for her to fall. "I just can't have any distractions while I'm there."

"No, yeah. That makes sense." You agreed for the sake of moving past this conversation, but you also weren't really looking at her either. She gripped your face with both her hands, forcing you to look at her.

"Stop, Y/N." Her tone sounded less playful and you knew you just needed to let it the fuck go. You nodded and she squeezed your cheeks, pushing your lips out and planting a kiss on your lips. You quickly caught her lips for a second kiss before she could pull away and you could feel her smile against your lips.

She slid her hands down and cupped your neck, deepening the kiss. You could feel her rubbing her thumbs along your jawline and having Regina George sitting on your lap kissing you has to be what heaven feels like.

"I have to finish my homework." You mumbled against hers lips, pulling her closer to you by the backs of her thighs. She responds by grinding down into you, shaking her head no. You gasped when her hips moved against you again and she wasted no time slipping her tongue into your mouth.

"Fuck your homework." She said before bringing you in for another heated kiss.

It was tempting. God, it was so fucking tempting. The way she was grinding against you was making your brain short circuit so you know trying to get anything done would be impossible.

"Stay here with me and hangout." You pulled away from the kiss to look at her, pushing some stray hairs from her face. "Ren will be gone for a while. It'll just be us. I can order pizza, too."

"Ugh, I guess I could do some homework, too." She said begrudgingly.

"You probably should if you want to keep playing soccer."

"You probably should if you want to keep playing soccer." She mocked, rolling her eyes at you.

But the fact that she had her arms draped over your shoulder and had been twirling the hairs at the back of your neck around her finger really made you feel like she was not as upset about spending time with you as she was trying to let on.

"What kind of pizza do you want, beautiful?" You sneak in one more quick kiss because you just couldn't help it.

"Would you judge me if I just said cheese?"

"Never."

You both just stared at each other in silence for a few moments. One of Regina's hands moved to cup your cheek, her thumb swiping against your cheekbone. She leaned in and pressed a soft, slow kiss against your lips.

"I'm gonna change and get everything I need from my room. I'll be back." She gave you one more quick kiss before getting off your lap and you felt almost desperate the way you tried to keep your hands on her until she walked out of reach. So desperate that even having your fingertips on her felt better than nothing.

She took her keys from her bag and left it sitting against your wall. There was no question about whether or not she was coming back. When she closed the door behind her you hopped out of your desk chair and to to work on straightening up your room.

You fixed your bed, moved some clothes out of the way that were in the way. You had this bean-bag lounge chair thing that your mom got you and you pulled it out from the little space between the wall and your dresser where you shoved it because it took up way too much room to keep out daily.

You plopped onto the chair and called to order a large cheese pizza, opting to order from a nicer place instead of Dominos since Regina would be joining you. You got a soda for yourself and a sparkling water for Regina and added two cannolis for dessert.

Regina knocked on your door about twenty minutes later. She was dressed in comfy sweats and a crew neck, carrying a few books and her laptop and charger.

You smiled and stepped aside to let her in.

"Sooo, I have a paper to write that's due tonight that I forgot about. Where can I plug this in?"

"You can take my desk. Let me see." You looked at her charger and nodded. "We have the same one, just use mine and plug your computer in. I only have to do some reading and annotating tonight." You carefully took her charger from her and set it on her bag.

She set all her items on your desk and started to carefully move your stuff to the side, making sure to bookmark the page you were on and to put your laptop to sleep properly before closing it.

You grabbed everything she set aside and set in on your bed, grabbing on the book you needed, your pen, and a highlighter. You took everything to the beanbag chair that was situated slightly behind your desk.

"You're so far away." She commented, turning in your chair to face you with a small pout.

You chuckled and grabbed the back of the chair, dragging it to the small space between your desk and your bed and setting it there. You picked up your book and your pens and plopped down. Regina nodded in approval and turned to her computer.

After twenty minutes of straight reading your eyes needed a break. You closed your book and stretched, looking up at Regina to see her texting. Her computer screen split between an empty google doc and the school portal that actually signed her out for inactivity.

"Have you even started?" Nudging her leg with your foot.

"Hmm?" She hummed, waiting until whatever text she was working on was sent before looking up at you.

"Your paper."

"I will. Relax." She rolled her eyes and made a face at you before turning away. Which actually kind of pissed you off a little.

"Fine. Don't come crawling to me for any fucking help then." You adjusted yourself in the beanbag chair, opening your book again and continuing to read.

You could hear Regina typing every once in a while, but when you would look up you would see her doing online shopping or pretty much anything that wasn't homework. You continued to read for almost another thirty minutes until you got a call from the pizza delivery person that they were at the front desk of your dorm.

"Did you pay? Let me pay for it." She stood up, helping you off the beanbag first before attempting to go to her bag.

You pulled her back by her wrist and pulled her into you, wrapping your other arm around her waist.

"I've got it. Don't worry about." You kissed her quickly and patted her lower back before releasing her. "Get the tv remote off Ren's desk and pick something for us to watch while we eat. I'll be right back, babe."

You grabbed your keys and slipped on your shoes so you could head downstairs.

You returned a few minutes later with the box of pizza and the bag with your drinks and dessert.

Regina had cleared off space on multiple surfaces to make room for the food and for you both to eat. She was waiting for you patiently on your bed, laying comfortably against your pillows while scrolling through the streaming app of her choice.

You set the pizza down and got everything situated. Pulling out paper plates and napkins then making plates for the both you. Regina held both your plates while you pulled out the drinks and opened them.

"You got me a drink!" She said excitedly when she saw you pop open her sparking water.

"Yeah, baby!" You set the drinks on the edge of your desk and slid in to bed next to her, taking the outside once again.

You settled on watching Schitts Creek while you ate, having to talk her out of a Real Housewives show and reminding her that she was the one we with a paper due tonight.

You watched one episode while you ate and you watched a second one to 'let your food digest', both of you settling further into your bed. Regina had her head on your chest, rubbing the part of your arm you had wrapped around her that she could reach.

Your biggest mistake was letting her convince you to put on more episode for good measure. Actually, no. Letting her pull a blanket over the both of you was the mistake.

She was out within the first five minutes of the third episode, though your fingertips rubbing her scalp weren't really helping her stay awake.

You gave her until 8:30 before turning off the show and waking her up gently. You kissed the top of her head, calling her name after every kiss until her eyes fluttered open then back closed. She buried herself deeper into your embrace.

You found her cheek and kissed it repeatedly and obnoxiously until she got annoyed enough to wake up. It was a short nap, but you can tell it was a good one just based off the redness in her face from both how she was laying and how warm and comfortable she was.

You pushed hair from her face and handed her her drink, giving her just a few minutes to fully wake up on her own without being rushed.

When Regina was fully awake, you both made your way back to your designated homework spots. You sat more comfortably this time, your legs stretched out with your feet resting on Regina's lap. Something she had actually encouraged you to do which surprised you a little.

You had no complaints about it though. Since her deadline was creeping up on her she was actually doing her work, but whenever she would pause to read something or think about what she wanted to type out next, her hands would find their way to her lap and trace patterns on your shins and ankles to help her think.

She got her paper submitted about five minutes before the deadline. Did she almost have a few mental breakdowns? Yes. Was she cursing out her professor? Also yes. But as soon as it was submitted you could tell she was visibly relieved she got it done.

"When can I see you again?" You asked her, handing her her bag as well as a small ziplock of pizza.

"Tomorrow?"

"I can't tomorrow." You shook your head. "I'm gonna be seeing Ava and Isaac tomorrow."

"Who?" She raised her eyebrow.

"My friends? From North Shore? We are gonna meet up after classes tomorrow."

"Oh."

"What? What's wrong?" You asked, immediately detecting a shift in her mood.

"You're not gonna say anything, right?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were obviously hurt that she didn't want anyone knowing, but also like if she wasn't ready she wasn't ready.

"Yeah, of course. Don't worry about it." You gave her a reassuring smile and despite the night you had together, she left without kissing you goodbye.

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You met Isaac and Ava at a burger place near your campus that they had been wanting to check out. They both went to a different university in the city so it was nice that getting together wasn't impossible because of distance.

It was just impossible because of life.

You all greeted each other excitedly and ordered your food before getting down to the nitty gritty of your catch up.

Isaac had an STI scare and told you he finally got himself put on PrEP after you had been begging him since the school year started. His parents are also filing for divorce since he and his siblings are all 18 and over which he is actually pretty thankful about cause he was sick of them together. You and Ava were shown a multitude of different Grindr profiles of the guys he's been with, offering praises for the good ones and some reality checks for the questionable folks.

Ava hasn't been too involved in the dating scene. She has begun dabbling in some drugs that were a little heftier than what was usually provided at the house parties thrown by her brother. She did tell you that if you ever hear her mention meth or heroin, that y'all had permission to get her ass to rehab. But right now, it wasn't that serious.

You definitely made them share their locations with you indefinitely though.

"So, Y/N, drop the dirty details. What's been going on with you?" Isaac asked, taking a sip of his soda.

"I've been seeing someone. Maybe? Kind of?" You felt yourself blushing just thinking of Regina.

"What do you mean maybe, kind of?" Ava jumped in defensively. It was her and Isaac's turn to play the concerned friend role with you. "Do you have a picture?"

"I do, but she's not out yet."

"What does that matter we don't know he-oh, we fucking know her don't we? From North Shore?" You nodded and Isaac smacked the table. "At your school??" You nodded again and you could see him thinking, going through the list of everyone in your class that he knew of that went to your school. Which, was not a lot. "I can only think of like five people and two of them are boys." He held up three fingers, putting them down as he went through them. "Lupe Campos, Amira Harris, and Regina George." He put his three fingers back up and wiggled them.

You shifted ever so slightly when he said Regina's name and you and Ava made eye contact. She narrowed her eyes at you and you know you've possibly been found out.

"She doesn't want to be out. I'm not-I'm not confirming anything." You managed to stutter out.

"Shane is having a party tomorrow. My parents are out of town. He invited a bunch of high school people cause you know, he def peaked in high school and can't let that shit go. Are you coming?"

The notorious Shane Oman is Ava's twin brother. Two complete different personalities (almost), but unsurprisingly they're both pretty close to each other since they're twins. Apparently he had been struggling with life lately since graduation so this party is apparently his desperate attempt at finding purpose and popularity again.

"Yeah, I'm down. Could be fun." You shrugged.

"I heard he invited Regina and she will also be going."

Okay, well, see that you didn't know.

"Good for her." You nodded, playing with your fries before pushing your plate away.

"She didn't tell you?"

"Why would she?" Isaac interrupted before you could respond. Neither you or Ava spoke, but the eye contact between the two of you was enough for Isaac to finally connect the dots. He gasped before collecting himself. "Seriously? Regina George?" He said her name barely above a whisper, being conscious of the fact that you said she wasn't out yet.

You didn't tell them, technically.

"She's actually really great and just misunderstood."

"You could make the same argument about polar bears or crocodiles." Ava argued, pushing her hair behind her ear. "You don't think that her coming to her exe's house party and not saying anything to you is, I don't know, suspicious?"

"You never fall for the straight girl." Isaac piped in and Ava snapped in agreement.

"She's just figuring herself out." You defended.

"At your expense, babe! Come on! You know better."

"It's so different when it's only us. She's just scared." Ava gave you a look that could only best be described as pity and it didn't make you feel great.

"I get you, you know I do." Isaac reached across the table and grabbed your hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "Just be careful."

"No, yeah. I know. I am."

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You took the Metra to Evanston early Saturday afternoon, bringing a bag with an outfit or two with you and deciding to stop by and visit your dad, step mom, and little siblings.

They all greeted you excitedly and you spent the afternoon playing with your siblings, two year old Levi and 9-month old Zoe. It gave your dad and step mom some time to themselves and it gave you time with your siblings, something you both appreciated.

You started getting ready to go around 7pm. Levi hung out with you until his bed time and when your dad came him to pick him up off your bed, he gave you the speech about being careful, to call him at anytime if you needed a ride, not to drive drunk or get in the car with anyone that has been drinking or doing drugs. Pretty much just covering all his basic before releasing you into the wild.

Isaac picked you up around 9:30pm and when you got there the house was already packed a vibrating. Definitely not to the capacity it used to be since it's a random weekend in the middle of the semester, but still pretty full nonetheless. Regina's pink jeep was parked in the driveway. She must have had the same idea as you and came to Evanston early to see her family.

The fact that she was parked in the driveway and not on the side street or the front lawn made you want to throw the fuck up.

You did particularly enjoy the fact that, as far as you knew, Regina did not know you were coming. You felt like you had the upper hand. You put extra effort into your outfit and your hair. You didn't expect her to talk to you tonight or even acknowledge you if she saw you tonight. But that didn't mean you couldn't make it difficult for her not to.

You walked into the party and past a bunch of people who have never bat an eyelash at your existence in high school. You pushed past the drunk, high, sweaty party goers with Isaac clutching your jacket and guided him through the crowed to the kitchen.

Regina was in that area, drink in hand, talking to Shane, Gretchen, and Karen. When she saw you it was like she saw a ghost. You could tell she didn't expect to see you there and that it threw her off.

You were at the counter where all the drinks were laid out, debating between a bright blue drink and a bright green one. Both looked equally questionable. You felt a presence beside you and you knew it was Regina because you could smell her perfume.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, filling up her own drink and not making any eye contact with you.

"Ava invited me. Shane's twin sister." You added for clarification.

"Shane's twin?" You turned to her to say something, but she looked at you briefly and could tell her comment annoyed you. "I'm kidding. I know he has a twin. I didn't realize your Ava and his Ava were the same." You just nodded, deciding to take a chance on the bright blue drink and putting your cup under the spigot of the cooler it was in and filling your cup.

"You look really pretty tonight." You told her before taking a sip of your drink. She blushed and pushed some hair behind her ear, topping off her own cup.

"So do you." She smiled and took a sip of her drink as well, still not turning to look in your direction.

Karen and Gretchen waved her over and Karen shouted for her to bring them more shots.

"I'm surprised you're talking with them." You made yourself look busy while she prepared their tequila shots.

"Shit is different when alcohol is involved. I miss them a lot sometimes."

"Need help?" You watched her finagle the three plastic shot glasses and the red solo cup in her grip.

"Got it." She moved past you, knocking into your shoulder and making your drink splash over slightly onto your hand.

How she prevented anything from spilling onto her was a fucking mystery.

You found Ava and Isaac in the garage with a few other people, passing around joints and bongs. You took a seat on one of the chairs Ava saved for you and she handed you a joint before your ass hit the seat.

You vibed in the garage for about two joints until Ava pulled out a small bag of coke. That cleared the room quite fast honestly. Only you, Isaac, and two other people stayed with Ava.

She offered it to everyone and Isaac refused immediately. You hesitated to say no and she smirked, asking you if you were interested. That she would make sure it was a small bump and you would be totally okay.

Sure, you had only been drinking and smoking weed prior.

You were too scared to snort it, Isaac calling you 'so real' for that. Instead you were taught how to rub it on your gums and how to let it sit under your tongue instead.

The first fifteen minutes after were great, although seeing your best friend who was like this innocent band nerd just a few months ago snort a line? That was not anything you would want to see again.

You were fine until Gretchen and Karen came in to the garage Regina-less. Something about that had you start to feel a little bit anxious.

They came in asking Ava some question about where something was and she questioned where her brother was and you were out of that room once you heard he was in his bedroom.

You felt anxious, like your heart was going to fly out of your chest. Also, weirdly enough, you felt like you could totally fight someone and win right now.

You made your way to Shane's room and saw the door closed. You turned the knob and it was locked.

"Fuck." You sighed, pressing your head against the door briefly before pulling away.

You dragged your feet down the hall to Ava's room, opening the door and shutting it quickly when you saw the room was already occupied. You made a mental note that you would hopefully remember to tell her to wash her sheets.

You were kinda feeling sick and you didn't want to go back downstairs so you walked to the very end of the long hallway by the window. It was quiet and secluded and you sat with your back against the wall so you could watch all these assholes at the party.

You weren't sure how long you had been sitting there, maybe ten minutes max. You thought it was starting to wear off, but seeing Regina coming down the hallway arguing with Ava, and Isaac hot on both of their heels, had you thinking you were hallucinating.

You leaned forward and the three of them rushed to you, Regina shoving past Ava to get to you first. You heard an 'ooop' escape from Isaac's mouth and you met his gaze with a smirk. He winked and gave you a nod.

Regina was on the floor, kneeling in front of you with your face cupped between your hands.

"Hey, are you okay? You've been missing for a fucking hour." She titled your head up to look at your eyes in the light.

"I've been up here the whole time."

"Well we asked around trying to find you, but got conflicting information. Turns out, people are fucking stupid." Ava jumped in and Regina whipped her head around to give her what you assume was the most foul look both her and Isaac had ever seen judging by their faces.

Clearly Regina and Ava have not been getting along. You squeezed your thighs together at Regina's protectiveness over you then raised an eyebrow at Isaac. He shook his head and gave you a look that told you you'd talking about it at some point later.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I had no idea. I didn't mean to scare you." You still sound a little dazed and confused, trying to figure out how that hour passed in ten minutes.

"What happened?" She asked softly, her hand under your chin and her eyes searching your face.

You thought it over, trying to remember why you even came up here in the first place. You looked around the area and your eyes bounced to Shane's bedroom door. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to get your brain working again. Regina didn't come from Shane's bedroom. You have confirmation that she's actually been trying to find you for the last hour.

"I don't remember. It's nothing." Your eyes bounced between her face and Shane's door once more and she knew exactly what your thought process was.

She shook her head no and let her thumb brush over your bottom lip quickly when she was pulling her hands off your face. She stood up and helped you up.

"Do you want me to take you back to your dad's?" Isaac asked as soon as you were on your feet.

"What? No. I'm good. Should we get another drink or something?" The last thing you wanted to do was be more of a vibe killer than you already had been. Especially for Regina.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about, baby!" Ava exclaimed and gave you a high five. "Want some more?" Ava teased, giving you a playful nudge and you both laughed. She was teasing you, you knew that. Joke or not, Regina didn't like it and you could tell by the way her grip tightened on the back of your shirt. "Seriously though, you should go home. Your eyes are fucking crazy right now."

"Where's my phone?" You asked when you noticed your pockets were feeling a little light.

"I have it. Let's go." Regina tugged your shirt and nudged you forward. "I'll bring you home."

"Nobody has to bring me home. I will take an Uber or call my dad. I'm not ruining anyone's fun. I feel fine guys, honestly." You lied. You felt nauseous and dizzy. Your heart was also racing crazy fast and you aren't sure if it's from the coke or Regina's fingertips against your back. "Also, Ave, people were fucking on your bed. Before I forget."

"Ugh, what the fuck!" She stomped and busted into her room. It was empty now, but very clearly, uh, used. She abandoned you to take care of that mess and you honestly don't even blame her.

"I'm gonna take you. Let's go." She repeated, clearly eager to just get you the fuck out of there.

"I'm gonna walk out with y'all. This party just ain't it for me, honestly." He held his arm out for you and Regina nudged you toward him. You hooked your arm around his and he walked you down the stairs, Regina trailing not too far behind you. "Let me tell you something." He said when Regina was out of earshot after letting you know she was going to get her purse and say goodbye to people.

"Hmm?"

"I thought Regina was gonna beat Ava's ass, girl. She was pissed." He shoved past the last few people on the front porch and led you to Regina's car.

"Really, why?"

"Well, I ran after you trying to find you. You were like a fart in the wind. Just poof, gone. Could not find you. I swear I went upstairs and you were not there, granted, I didn't necessarily look down. I came to Ava to get her to help me find you. Mind you, at this point, Regina came in to look for Gretchen and Karen cause they were still in the garage fighting over some stupid shit with her. Regina came in and overheard I couldn't find you. Ava was dismissive at first, said you would be fine. Regina kept her cool, kept it together. But then," he rested you against her jeep. "But then she said 'it was just a little coke. They're fine.' Honey, if you didn't tell us y'all were sneaking around, she would've gave it away then and there."

"Get the fuck out. What did she do? Wait, shush she's coming." You readjusted yourself when you saw Regina approaching with her bag, a bottle of water, and her clunky keys in hand.

"Talking shit?" Was the first thing out of her mouth as soon as she got close enough, sending a smirk your way while she unlocked the car. "Thank you, Isaac." She said as he helped you get situated in the passenger seat.

"I don't even feel it anymore, guys. I really think I'm fine."

"Mmm mmm." He shook his head, reaching across you to hand Regina your seatbelt to click in. "You need some sunglasses or something you look scary."

"Goodnight, Isaac." You rolled your eyes and he pressed a kiss against your cheek. "Text me when you're home?"

"Of course. You, too, please. I'm calling you tomorrow, too. Night, Regina." He waved at you both before closing the door and making his way to his car.

You both watched in silence waiting for him to get into his car safely.

"You're gonna come to my house tonight." She stated, putting her car in drive and not really giving you an option. She pulled your phone out and handed it to you. "Text your dad. I'll bring you home in the morning."

You unlocked your phone to see a bunch of texts and calls from Isaac, Ava, and mostly Regina. You can tell at some point, they all found your phone or realized you didn't have it because the messages stopped around the same time.

The final message Regina had sent you on their quest to locate you, after a slew of semi annoyed ones, or about how it wasn't funny, or that she was actually worried, was simply just 'baby please'. You stared at the words for a minute, letting the words burn into your brain before you were pulled from your thoughts and asked you if you texted him.

"Oh, yeah. Yes." You shot him a quick message and he responded almost immediately. He must've have been awake watching tv or playing a video game, but he's always been a night owl like that. Especially on weekends. He told you to be safe and to call if you needed anything. "Are you sure it'll be okay that I'm there? I can go home. I really think I'll be okay."

"Stop."

"Okay, sorry." You settled into the seat, turning your knees away from her. You felt bad about ruining the party for her, ruining her night, making her feel like he has to bring you home with her and take of you.

You were probably overthinking and maybe still slightly paranoid, but it just wasn't a great feeling.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance and reached across your seat, grabbing your knee furtherest away from her and giving it a tug so they were back facing her direction. She kept her hand planted firmly on your knee until she pulled into the drive way of her mansion. Which, yeah, understandable.

She parked in what was probably an eight car garage and led you inside of the house. There was a light left on in the main stairway for her, but otherwise it seemed the rest of the house was asleep. When you tried taking your shoes off at the door so you weren't too loud, she told you everyone took their sleeping pills for the night and would be too knocked out to hear a damn thing.

She led you up to her room and closed the door behind her. Your eyes widened, taking in the space. It felt bigger than your mom's apartment.

"Here." She was smirking when she handed you a pair of clothes to wear for the night. A grey long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of pink sweatpants that had 'slut' written on the back.

"You think you're so cleverrrr."

"I do, actually. And funny. Plus, I think I deserve it for what you put me through."

"I want to lay down so bad I'm not even going to fight you on it." You wouldn't admit it aloud, but they did look comfortable.

"And I want a picture."

"Okay, don't push it." You gave her a pointed look. She laughed and kissed your lips once, then a second time. She let the second kiss linger a little longer, her hand resting on your cheek and her body melting into you.

"I'm gonna shower. I don't care what time it is, I'm taking advantage of my big shower before going back to school. Will you be okay?" She swiped her thumbs across your cheeks and you nodded.

"In that big ass bed? Yeah I'll be so good."

Regina left to the attached bath to take her shower and you changed your clothes. You folded your clothes and put them on her chair. You changed into the clothes she gave you and hummed at how comfortable they were.

You climbed into her bed and picked the side you thought would be correct based off how everything was situated. You layed on top of the covers and sighed when your head hit the pillow. The beds at the dorms sucked, but this bed was also comfier than any other bed you've been on.

You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of the water coming from Regina's bathroom. You heard her come out of the bathroom at some point. She was walking around the room, doing a bunch of things but you were too lazy to open your eyes and see what.

The bed dipped and you felt her slide into the space next to you. The smell of her floral body wash and shampoo flooding your sense.

Her lips pressed against your cheek and her hand found it's way up your shirt to rest on your stomach to trace patterns around your belly button. You smiled and squirmed a little cause it tickled. You felt her smile against your cheek and she pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"Hey." You mumbled in protest, cracking an eye open to see she was adjusting the towel for her hair.

She laughed at your impatience and got herself comfortable again, supporting her head with her hand to keep it off her pillows for now. Her other hand found its way to the waistband of your pants, twirling the drawstring.

"These look good on you. Pink is totally your color." You grunted and she laughed through her nose. "I definitely need to see the back in action though. Give me a little turn." She nudged your hip and you let out a loud laugh, turning on your stomach for her. "So gorg, babe!" She was laughing with you, her hand coming down to smack your ass cheek a few times, which sent you both into a fit of giggles.

She wrapped an arm around you and buried her face between your shoulder blades. You tugged her arm to pull her closer to you and laced your fingers together. She shifted behind you and the towel on her head went zooming across the room. You settled deeper into her chest and her grip around you tightened.

"Will you need a ride back to school tomorrow?"

"I was just gonna take the train back."

"Ew, no. I'll take you to get your stuff from your dad's and we can go together

"Cool, thank you." You nodded, feeling yourself start to fall asleep. Regina kissed the back of your head and began to pull away.

"I need to do my skin and hair routine. Get under the covers and go to sleep."

"S'fine." You mumbled, already too far gone and making no effort to move whatsoever.

[moisette]

He missed me which was lucky but then I got downed when the exposed was almost over... Also I always feel dumb cleansing Haunted Ground but I've ignored totems that turned out to be Devour. The only hex perk I don't cleanse is Plaything. People often use it with Pentimento and I typically pay attention to my surroundings.

I find Unknown hard to play against in chase while I'm weakened. If I stare at him to remove it, I just run into stuff and get stuck... His power seems janky as fuck too. Like how did it miss me? I've missed easy shots as him too and it's annoying u8

Someone had dropped a medkit with a syringe because of Franklin's. I picked it up and moved it so it would be safe. I was either going to use it on Soma or Feng. I could have done a better job at protecting them... I thought cutting through the house would be best but I was wrong.

I was like "What Killer would send us to a farm map...?" A lot of hexes recently. What's up? Honestly not that unfun. I usually don't care for playing against Wraiths but this wasn't a boring match.

I feel bad dropping shack immediately but I'm not a confident looper so it felt safest to drop it...

WHO PUTS A PIPE THERE!? Also vaulting was dumb but I wouldn't have made it anywhere anyways. Maybe I could have faked it and she swung at it while I held W to the pallet. I wish I could use an exhaustion perk but I like my perks...

First time seeing a P100 Ghost Face! Also I had no idea where he was most of the match and that was terrifying 8u

Should have left a +Rep for being adorable... I always get anxious and just leave xD;

[little-forest-goblin]

You know something? I'm feeling feral and I'm super upset (but I understand) about Kay and Mango leaving so why not go a little crazy? This Fandom may be sad but Dammit! We continue out of spite if we must!

My request: (As always, only if you feel comfortable with this. Please never force yourself) Five with a F-Reader. They're relaxing in his apartment one night and while F-Reader is older body wise (mid to late 20s maybe?) She's still younger than him and he wonders why she doesn't want to go out to things like clubs or bars.

She tells him it's not her scene, never felt comfortable there. Besides, she can show him just how much fun staying in really can be. (I'm just saying, I feel like the man would be a fan of oral. Take that however you want.)

Lastly, really just thank you for sticking around. It breaks my heart to see S4 ruining the love others carried for this show. Especially when they put so much heart and mind in it. Maybe the comic coming back will help us feel better.

Hi! This is a really good ask and i will definitely do it. Also yeah it is a bit upsetting that they left i understand that but don’t worry god damn it i’m not leaving until they kill me and drag me off this ship! It is very upsetting they ruined a lot of people with S4.

Lts get feral. I will happily fill in your request. Without further ado here i present you.

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~Lip service~

Warnings: Oral sex (F and M receiving), Switch five and switch reader, details!!, tooth rotting fluff!!!

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It was yet a late night in fives apartment. The tv was on a boring comedy show that honestly you dont think anyones ever heard of. It was one of those cheesy ones with the laugh track in the back and grainy visuals. The jokes in the show just weren't landing and the laugh track would be played at odd times where it wasn't funny. It's like a comedy show made on a budget. 

Five sat in the living room with you just watching this shitty show that decided to grace their presence. 

On the coffee table were two plates and a now empty box of pizza they had ordered a while ago. Nobody felt like cooking and pizza has been on their mind for a little while. 

Five sighed and looked over at you staring at you as you rested your cheek on your fist watching the shitty show until you looked at him 

“What?”

“Why do you never wanna leave the house?” he said suddenly like the thought has been eating away at him

you raised a brow before chuckling. “All my stuff including my bed is there.”

he smiled and shook his head “Jesus christ you know that's not what i meant” 

you chuckled and shrugged “I don't know i guess i just never like going out”

he made a hum of acknowledgement before turning back to the TV watching that dull ass show again. No thank you. He looked back at you “But don't you ever want to go out sometimes? What about a club?”

you looked back at him from the TV show “I do like to go out sometimes but i'd rather be at home. As for clubs i just don't enjoy them”

He was a little surprised. He may be physically in his twenties and mentally he is this odd mix of old and young but he knew very well that usually in your twenties you want to go out and party. Most of them did. 

He turned right back to you “Why do you never wanna go out? You know, meet new people? Find someone?” 

you chuckled and turned back to him “Yeah cause i'd love to bump and grind against a random person i do not know. That sounds so appealing” you said with a hint of amusement and genuinity

that got a chuckle out of him. He had to admit the club was not exactly the best place to find love anyway. He also was pretty relieved. It might be selfish but it's not like he is keeping you here against your will but if he ever saw someone against you like that he doesn't think the jealousy would be maintained. More than likely it would be out there for the world to see. A dark green jealousy monster. He kinda wonders if you feel the same.

You looked back at the shitty TV show and leaned your head on your closed fist. “I'm starting to think you enjoy this show with how much its on”

he rolled his eyes “No it's just a time filler. Background noise, you know?”

“pfft yeah right. I think you like this show. No shame in that” 

he scoffed “Says the one who is a hermit in the house staying there all the time”

you tsk’d and turned to look at him leaning closer “Says the one who can't control his drinking”

he was shocked at that but not offended “That was a low blow even for you!” 

you laughed “That wasn't anything ill show you a low blow” admittedly when you said that it didn't sound right from the beginning. You saw him smirk and your face heated up. You tsk’d “Wipe the stupid grin off your face”

he chuckled “No no please continue show me this low blow”

“Fuck you” you mumbled he grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. his eyes are dark and intense. It almost made you nervous. Almost. 

“I should fix that naughty mouth of yours for you. You keeping giving me all that lip service and im gonna fuck it right out of you” he said with his eyes locked on yours never moving out of sight. He said it with dominance but with wiggle room for you to say no.

You were paralyzed for a minute. It almost shocked you. Again ALMOST. you looked up at him and your eyes intensified. You had to admit his offer was making your panties wet and it wasn't like you didn't like him, you just never thought he liked you. 

Even through all the bullshit and all the problems and apocalypse after apocalypse you were there for him and he was there for you. Although there were times you wanted to strangle each other to death. 

You smirked and grabbed his hand and moved them from your jaw. You smirked and climbed into his lap which had him a little surprised and flustered. You instead moved his hands to your hips as you say your pretty ass down right over his dick. “Tell me to get off and I will.”

he swallowed. God he did not want you to move. His dick was already hardening feeling your core right against his cock “St-stay”

You smiled softly and then grinded causing you to let out a little breath and for five to moan in relief. You could feel his dick hardening in his pants probably leaking.

he panted holding onto your hips as he tried to get you to go faster “B-baby please…”

“ah ah ah not so fast i'm setting the pace” you grinned evilly and went slow making him let out a keening whine. 

You smirked climbing off and in between his legs “I'm boring? i'll show i'm a good time” 

he panted as he watched you unbutton his pants “Oh fuck y/n” 

(Fives POV)

her hands wrapped around my cock. God she looked so pretty like this. I couldn't help but let out groans as she pumped my cock nice and slow at first doing this to drive me crazy and to break me. Fuck it felt so good but not enough.

I want to break. I want to be hers. I want her to be mine. Fuck i need her. I wasn't usually the submissive one but the feeling rose up in my belly along with pleasure and need. I can't help but need her. She meant so much to me.

I dint think she understands how much she means to me sticking with me through everything and helping ne through the worst of the fucking worst. She was my ride or die.

“Fuck y/n please go faster” i panted out not able to hold in my begging. With an evil grin she squeezed my cock a little giving it a delicious pressure and then stroked giving it that delicious friction. 

I was keening my hands gripping onto the sofa “F-fuck just like that. i need you so badly, baby”

I looked down at her as she brought herself to my leaking dick. It slowly leaked precum from the tip and slid down the sides of it. 

I watched as she kissed from the base of my cock to the tip before licking up the length of it gathering the precum just to taste for herself.

(End of fives pov. Your pov)

You had just kissed the length of his cock watching him squirm at the feeling. You watched as his back arched softly as you licked up the length of his cock giving him a smirk “That feel good baby?” you said sweetly

he nodded his eyes needy and his moans sweet and whiny

you tsk’s and slowed your movements “I need you to use your words baby” 

he panted “Y-yes it feels so good. D-don't stop”

you felt triumph in your chest. You smiled up at him “Such a good boy. Good boys deserve a reward.”

you took the tip of his cock in your warm wet mouth making him let out a surprised gasp and his back arch. Hard. 

you slid your mouth up and down his cock slowly at first. Flattening your tongue for him. He was in heaven. Relief fulfilling him. But relief soon turned into loud needy moans as you really started bobbing your head. Your tongue worked wonders on him. your hands pumped whatever you couldn't reach. His hand went to your hair in desperation to hold onto something

“Please do more! oh god please!” he whined out making you go faster

his stomach began to tighten like a cord pulled taut and was continuously being pulled slowly. He looked down at you and watched how you worked him like how no other woman could. His cock disappearing and reappearing in and out of your warm wet mouth. His cock glistening with a mix of precum and your spit. 

just watching you made the feeling in his lower stomach become tighter. You looked up at him as you pulled up and worked his tip with your tongue. It was his undoing. The eye contact with you was too much. 

“F-fuck y/n!”

you knew what that meant. You went back down bobbing up and down really working him which became his undoing. You felt his cock twitch and throb until white ropes of his essence spilled into your awaiting mouth and relaxed throat. You swallowed it all down. His hand on your head keeps you there. His head had fallen back, his mouth hung open in a silent moan. He saw stars behind his eyelids. 

you pulled off looking up at him smugly. You felt quite accomplished and incredibly wet for having just rocked this man's world.

he looked down at you “ y/n…you're amazing.”

you chuckled “What cause i just sucked your dick like a pro?”

he smiled as he caught his breath. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you a little slowly since he was a little wiped out from that. He felt like you just sucked his soul out of him. you happily kissed back which quickly became heated again. He laid you back down and kissed uo your jaw, down your neck and chest and down your body coming to your pants. he looked up at you asking permission which you of course nodded a yes. He was quickly tearing them things off leaving you in your panties which made him incredibly pleased.

“God, you're so pretty. I can’t believe i can call you mine” 

you raised a brow your heart nonetheless leaped. You watched as he kissed your thighs reverently “You never asked if i could be yo-“

he obviously didn't wanna hear it cause he buried his face between your legs making you gasp. “Oh holy- FIVE!”

His clever tongue was working on you like a starved man who needed a drink of water in the desert. 

his tongue flattened and licked you from your slit to your clit making you shiver. His tongue did that for a while giving you the same teasing treatment you had done to him to drive him wild. your hand shot out to his hair. “Oh five please!” 

he smirked against your pussy “please what princess?” he said. It was muffled and let off vibrations making you gasp softly 

“God damn it you know what!” you weren't quite ready to relinquish the high of control you had

he pulled off his chin covered in your honey. “If you don't tell me than i guess you don't want me to please you”

you bit your lip and as he began to pulled away you broke “Fuck please fucking eat me out five! I need you so badly!!”

he smirked “That's what i thought” he buried his head again and was latched into your clit for seconds making you gasp and your back arch up. his mouth sucked and licked at your clit in a frenzy.

His lips wrapping around your clit and gently tugging and sucking. He had to admit he was getting a bit pussy drunk. He loved how you tasted. He could stay down here and die if you would let him. He would die completely happy too.

your moans echoed in the room “Holy hell yes! God just like tha-“ you were cut off by let out a gasp as he nibbled on your clit a little letting a soft shot of pleasurable pain go through you. It was like a dull ache that had you keening for more. He kept doing that and soothing it with his tongue making you desperate and whine for  more.

He looked up at you loving how you looked in pleasure. It was satisfying for him to see you so satisfied. His tongue was then thrusting into you making you scream in pleasure. your legs threatened to close around his head but his hands came to your thighs holding you open which made you squirm cause it kept him in the spot that had you seeing stars. 

your walls began to flutter and clench. His hand moved to let his thumb rub your clit as his tongue thrusted in and out of you. You squirmed and moaned in need of release. 

“Cum for me y/n come on. Come on beautiful” he praised. the vibrations going through you being the last thing that made you fall over the edge

your back arched up and your head fell back and your mouth hung open as a loud moan left you as he kept going until there was nothing left but overstimulation and twitches in your thigh.

he slowly drew away and wiped his mouth. Looking at you with desire, love and so much more. 

you panted and your back went back against the bed. You opened your eyes looking up at him. He smiled softly and crawled over you. You leaned up on your elbows and kissed him which he happily returned the kiss to you.

you both stayed like that for a while until you and him pulled away softly. You couldn't help but wonder what this made you both. You really hoped you liked the answer

“Five, what does this make us?”

he stayed silent almost in thought which made you nervous and begin to ramble

“cause i don't want this to ruin us and i don't want this to be a one time only thing cause i really like you five i-“

he kissed you softly to shut you up and then pulled off looking you in the eyes with genuine love 

“I'm glad you like me too, y/n. I don't want this to be a one time thing either and i don't want to be just friends. I wanna be more”

you smiled tears of joy coming to your eyes. “Will you be mine five?”

he smiled softly “You already have my heart why would i ever say no?”

you chuckled “God your cheesy”

“only for you” he said smiling as he leaned in and kissed you again.

you and him were wrapped in each other's love. For one another. Something no one could take from you and something nobody has been able to successfully do. 

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Thank you for your request dear reader! I am so glad you gave me this request and any more would be greatly appreciated! I love you and be safe out there 😘💋

[pricegouge]

FAIRY ANON AGAIN GOUGE YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS CONTENT WOOFWOOFWOOFBARK.

Soap and Fairy!Reader just have a very symbiotic relationship, they both a little freaky for each other, it just works.

Got me thinking about how the other teammates treat you and cackled at the idea of Ghost being this incredibly superstitious ass that wants nothing to do with you and has to warm up to you being around him. There is exactly ONE (1) moment where Soap is like 'ah shite hold her for a second I gotta brb' and before he can say anything literally just shoves you into Ghost's hand, and he's so lost on what to do with you he just keeps you wrapped up in his hand, thumb on the top of your noggin so you can't squirm out.

Soap comes back and Ghost hasn't moved an inch

'.....Lt, you alright?'

'm fine just take the damn thing.'

Price is amused by you, but doesn't quite tolerate your mischief or curiosity as much as Soap does. If you're going to sit with him, you sit and behave. If you're a good girl, he might reward you - once he learns HOW.... he has a few ideas, but he's worried about breaking you.

You love petting his beard, combing over the hairs, letting it tickle you when you nuzzle against him. Maybe you help him make his tea or coffee, just to entertain him. He watches you put in just the right amount of sugar cubes, and then use a stirring straw to mix it all up. (Probably had to learn the hard way not to stir too much, since you spilled some coffee on a few important documents.)

When you're back to perching on his shoulder, he squishes you to his cheek with his hand in a pseudo form of a hug and calls you a good, sweet girl.

Its all done for when Gaz gets to spend time with you. Man spoils you ROTTEN. Soap walks in one day looking for you, and he finds Gaz having you try on cute little outfits he bought online. Treats you like an absolute princess. Who knew humans fashioned such cute clothes, all just for some toys??? They're all yours now.

When you want to repay Gaz, he gets a kick out of making you straddle his cock and grind on it, calls you his little cowgirl with a laugh before he holds your little waist in his hands and grinds you down harder on his cock. Use your legs to squeeze him just right before you get impatient and want your lips on his leaking tip.

When Ghost is finally convinced you're not out to steal their souls or smth, you have fun wiggling under his balaclava. Soap gets a real big laugh when he sees you peakin' your lil head through the eye opening, pressed right up against Ghost's face and getting the perfect view of the world from his perspective. How fascinating!

He takes it in stride, knowing now you're just a curious thing. He slips you from his mask when your wings smack him one too many times tho. Soap and Gaz debate on getting you a dollhouse to sleep in, but Ghost puts his vote on getting you a hamster cage just to see how the two sergeant's faces at the suggestion.

Regardless of what they do, you somehow always slip out to just to scurry over to Soap's pillow and nuzzle up to his cheek at night. He's much warmer than a simple doll's bed, after all - and if you're the first thing he sees when he wakes up, maybe he'll be that much more inclined to play with you before he really has to get out of bed.

-🧚‍♀️ (thought it'd be fitting lol.)

lmaoo ghost hanging onto fairy girly, with the same amount of stress and pressure implied:

im having fun imagining what price could do to make reader listen to him without breaking her but actually, i don't think he even needs to do much beyond give her That Look and she's instantly on her best behavior, climbing up under his hat cause she's a bit scared and just wants to be close and maybe massage his scalp in apology.

(do think she climbs into his empty whiskey bottle at least once though, because she's curious what's so good about it and gets so drunk she can't find her way out of it and the guys all have to solve the 'how to get the ship back out of the bottle proble without hurting her)

gaz with the doll clothing omg!!! and barbie clothes usually have the velcro in the back which means she'd have a place to slot her wings. that's so smart! he takes her shopping through the toy aisle when it's his turn to 'watch her' and she gets jealous any time he says one of the barbies look pretty in certain looks 😂

however. i think price catche wind that the boys are searching for an adequate doll house and pitches a fit. builds her one of those indoor green houses instead like people rear butterflies/moths or mantids in. a little plastic house will never do for their girl! (<- completely inspired by early's worm fic ngl)

[estellan0vella]

Don't Bring The Kids To Work Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU Pt1

Walking through the bustling streets, you hold onto Megumi's hand while Yuji skips alongside you, humming a cheerful tune. The midday sun is warm, casting a golden glow over everything. Your destination is just ahead: Sukuna's tattoo and piercing parlour, a place that's become a second home to you.

You open the door, the familiar chime signalling your arrival. The scent of antiseptic mixed with a hint of ink fills your nostrils, and you instantly feel at ease. The parlour is lively as always, with the hum of tattoo machines and low chatter creating a comforting background noise. Your plan today was to bring Yuji to the parlour so he'd stop asking questions about the wrestling incident from four days ago.

"Hey, Suku!" Yuji calls out, his voice full of excitement. He dashes towards Sukuna, who is leaning against the reception desk, talking to Toji and Geto. Sukuna looks up, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you and the kids.

"Hey, brat," Sukuna greets Yuji, ruffling his hair before his eyes find yours. "Hey, baby." His voice softens, and you can see the affection in his eyes.

"Hi, Kuna," you reply with a smile, walking over to him. Megumi, still holding your hand, looks up at Sukuna with wide eyes.

Toji smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Looks like the little one's tired," he comments, nodding towards Megumi.

"Yeah, he's had a long day," you reply, bending down to pick up the sleepy boy. He instantly curls up in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder.

"Why don't you two go sit on the couch?" Geto suggests, pointing to the comfortable-looking sofa in the corner of the parlour. "Megumi can take a nap, and you can relax."

You nod, grateful for the suggestion. "Thanks, Geto." 

You carry Megumi over to the couch and gently lay him down, his body stretched out on your lap. The parlour buzzes with its usual activity as you settle onto the couch, gently laying Megumi down on your lap.

His breathing evens out quickly, and you can feel his small body relax completely. Sukuna hands you your sketchbook with a wink, and you open it, immediately starting to doodle.

Yuji, never one to sit still for long, bounds over to Toji and Geto. "Hey, Toji! Hey, Geto!" he calls out, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Why do Suku and Y/N/N wrestle at night?"

Toji nearly spits out his drink, while Geto's face splits into a wide grin. "Wrestle, huh?" Geto muses, glancing over at Sukuna, who is now rubbing his temples in exasperation.

"Yeah! When I went into the room one time, they said they were wrestling," Yuji continues, unabashed as you stare at your sketchbook. "Sometimes I hear Y/N/N saying 'harder, harder,' and it sounds like Suku is hurting her. But she keeps asking for it!"

Toji is now outright cackling, his laughter echoing through the parlour. "Oh man, this kid is killing me," he wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. Geto leans back, shaking his head with a broad grin on his face.

"Lord kill me now," You sigh.

Geto, still grinning, decides to chime in. "Yuji, when grown-ups say things like that, it's because they're playing a very private game. It's not something kids need to worry about."

Yuji seems to ponder this for a moment before coming up with another question. "But why does Y/N/N say it feels good, but then sometimes she tells Suku it's too big?"

Toji lets out another round of laughter, nearly falling out of his chair. "Kid, you're really something else."

You lift the still-sleeping Megumi into your arms, using his small body as a shield to hide your burning face. He wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling into you sleepily. The warmth and weight of the little boy offer some comfort amidst the onslaught of Yuji's relentless questions.

Geto, equally entertained but trying to maintain a semblance of composure, adds, "Yuji, sometimes adults exaggerate when they're playing their games. It's all part of the fun."

Yuji, not entirely convinced, tilts his head. "But why does Suku tell Y/N/N to take it like a good girl? What is she taking?"

You can feel Sukuna's tension radiating as he rubs his temples more vigorously. "Yuji, we've told you—it's just a game for grown-ups. It's not something you need to understand right now."

"But if it's a game, why does it make so much noise?" Yuji presses on, his eyes wide and earnest.

Toji lets out another bellowing laugh, nearly sliding out of his chair. "Oh, this kid is gonna kill me! I've never laughed this hard in my life."

Geto, barely holding it together, shakes his head. "Yuji, some games are just noisy. It's part of the excitement."

Yuji pauses, considering this, before coming up with yet another question. "Okay, but why does (Y/N/N) sometimes say she can't take it anymore? And why does Suku tell her she can?"

Toji is now almost incoherent with laughter, his face red and eyes streaming with tears. "Oh, this is gold. Pure gold."

You clutch Megumi tighter, feeling his gentle, rhythmic breathing against your chest, wishing you could use him to disappear entirely. The mortification is palpable, but you can't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Yuji," Sukuna says, trying to keep his voice calm and steady despite the deep flush on his face, "sometimes people push each other to be better, to go further than they think they can. It's about encouragement."

Yuji's face lights up with understanding. "Oh, so it's like when you make me run faster during soccer practice because you know I can do it!"

Sukuna nods, grateful for the comparison. "Exactly. Just like that."

"But why does Y/N/N sometimes say 'more, more,' and then say 'no more'? Is it like when I want more ice cream but then my tummy hurts?"

Toji falls out of his chair, hitting the floor with a thud but still laughing hysterically. "I can't handle this kid! He's too much!"

Geto is barely holding himself together, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Yuji, it's a bit like that, yes. Sometimes people think they want more of something but then realize they need to slow down."

Yuji nods solemnly, taking in the explanation. "Okay, I think I get it. But what does Suku mean when he tells Y/N/N to 'ride it'? Do they have a secret pony?"

Toji's laughter reaches a new volume, and he starts wheezing, completely losing it. "Oh, man! I can't breathe!"

Geto leans back, wiping tears from his eyes, struggling to keep his composure. "Yuji, that's just more of the same game talk. It's all part of the... encouragement."

You bury your face in Megumi's hair, trying to hide your burning cheeks. "Yuji, maybe it's time to ask different questions."

Yuji looks thoughtful. "Why does Suku sometimes tell you to scream his name?"

Toji is now rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping for air between peals of laughter. "This kid! I can't take it!"

"I'm going to kill myself," You mutter.

You're at your wit's end, trying to maintain some semblance of composure while Yuji continues to ask questions that push the boundaries of your embarrassment. Megumi stirs slightly in your arms, murmuring something in his sleep, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

Toji is still on the floor, laughing so hard that he's practically gasping for air. Geto, though struggling to keep a straight face, attempts to offer an explanation. "Yuji, sometimes people use words to describe how much they like something. It's like saying something is really good."

Yuji nods, apparently satisfied with this answer for a moment. "Okay, but why does Suku say Y/N/N is tight?"

Toji's laughter reaches a new crescendo, his face turning red as he clutches his stomach. "Oh, my sides! I can't breathe!"

Geto shakes his head, still chuckling. "Yuji, it's... um, it's a compliment. Like saying someone is really strong."

You bury your face in Megumi's hair, hoping to disappear entirely. "Yuji, maybe we should talk about something else."

Yuji, undeterred, furrows his brow in thought. "But what does it mean when Suku tells Y/N/N to take it all?"

Toji lets out another burst of laughter, slapping his knee as he struggles to regain his breath. "Oh, Yuji, you're killing me!"

Sukuna, who has been remarkably patient throughout this ordeal, finally intervenes. "Yuji, why don't we talk about something different? Like your favourite snacks or games?"

Yuji considers this for a moment, seeming to weigh his options. "Okay, Suku. But one last thing—why does (Y/N/N) sometimes call you daddy?"

"Seizure, seizure, seizure," You chant, looking at the ceiling, hoping that a seizure will take you out of this misery as Toji howls with laughter.

Sukuna moves to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders as you continue to mutter prayers under your breath.

"Maybe don't wish for a seizure?" Sukuna suggests, squeezing your shoulders.

"It seems like the only option right now," You mutter. "A lot less traumatic"

Sukuna's hands tighten on your shoulders as he glances down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "It's not that bad, babe. We'll get through it."

Yuji, still curious, looks up at Sukuna with wide eyes. "So, why does Y/N/N call you daddy?"

Sukuna sighs deeply, rubbing his temples with one hand. "Yuji, it's just a nickname. It's something special between grown-ups."

Toji, recovering from his bout of laughter, wipes away tears. "Oh, this is too good. You two are never going to live this down."

"Do you want to die?" You glare at Toji. 

Toji, still laughing, holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just enjoying the show. No harm done."

Geto smirks, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, you guys are providing top-tier entertainment today."

Sukuna shakes his head, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Ignore them, babe. Let's get these kids fed."

You nod, lifting a still-drowsy Megumi into your arms as Sukuna takes Yuji's hand. "Alright, let's go get some burgers."

As you all head towards the door, Toji calls out, "Have fun, you guys! And Yuji, keep those questions coming."

Geto chuckles, adding, "Yeah, we need more laughs around here."

Yuji beams, clearly enjoying the attention. "Okay! I'll think of more questions for next time."

You groan inwardly but can't help but smile. "Please don't."

Outside, the sunlight feels warm on your skin, and the chaos of the tattoo parlour fades into the background. Yuji skips ahead, his boundless energy infectious, while Megumi rests his head on your shoulder, his small body relaxing against yours.

Sukuna walks beside you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. "You okay, baby?"

You nod, leaning into him. "Yeah, just mortified. But I'll survive."

He chuckles, kissing your temple. "You handled it like a champ."

Yuji looks back at you, his eyes wide with excitement. "Are we getting burgers now?"

"Yes, Yuji," Sukuna says with a laugh. "Burgers it is."

You head to a nearby burger joint, a place that's become a place you frequent. The kids immediately perk up at the sight of the colourful play area inside. Yuji practically drags Sukuna to the counter, while you find a booth and settle Megumi down, his eyes already lighting up at the sight of the menu.

Once you're all seated with your food, Yuji starts firing off more questions, thankfully this time about his favourite superheroes and cartoons. The conversation is lively and fun, a stark contrast to the earlier embarrassment.

As the kids dive into their meals, Sukuna leans over, his voice low and filled with affection. "I love you, babe. Thanks for putting up with all of this."

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too, Kuna. And I wouldn't trade this chaos for anything."

Yuji, overhearing, grins widely. "I love you too, (Y/N/N) and Suku!"

Megumi, with his mouth full of burger, nods. "Love you."

Sukuna laughs, ruffling Yuji's hair and giving Megumi a fond look. "Love you too, brats."

As you all finish your meal, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Despite the embarrassing questions and the chaos that often surrounds your life with Sukuna and the kids, these moments of love and laughter make it all worthwhile. And as you walk out of the burger joint, hand in hand with Sukuna, with Yuji skipping ahead and Megumi drowsily resting on your shoulder, you know that there's no place you'd rather be.