#gonna turn this into a full fledged story actually

[queerstudiesnatural]

i think my brain should be studied i'm being fr

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (with benefits)

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count : 1,489

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: smut, p0rn with plot, a LOT of plot, angst, name calling (bitch, slut, etc.), p in v, rough x, mentions of safe word (not used), rude/cold!Chris, degration, friend with benefits, awkward, (implied) RichKid!reader, no love (😔), unprotected, creampie, no after care, no use of y/n, no oc

(A/N: this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted on tumblr. So ya, I’m shitting bricks. Please give me feat back on my writing, and what I can improve. Also English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it!! :D)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Ever since I can remember, I’ve known the triplets. The sturniolo’s and my family were always really close. And ever since I can remember, I’ve hated Chris.

Now, enemies was a harsh word. A bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t like we were at war for opposing countries. We were more like rivals. In every aspect.

Sometimes it felt like the only reason Chris studied for school, was to beat my grade. He wasn’t really stupid, but he was definitely not book smart.

The problem wasn’t that. We’ve always lived normally, simply hating and avoiding each other. After all he was my longtime nemesis.

Until that one fateful night where we’d been at my house. My parents have a big business so they’d frequently be on business trips. And it just so happened that that night my younger siblings were not home, both of them being at their separate sleepovers with friends.

We’d been paired for some project. And naive me thought, that it’d be fine. We could be civil for a few hours. But I thought wrong. The hatred was too strong and the tension was too thick in the air.

Seemingly everything I did made him agitated. And vise versa.

Until he finally snapped and we got into a full fledged argument, wich turned into a yelling match. However it all went quiet when he crashed his lips onto mine.

Breathing heavily I had kissed back, hard. It was easier to battle about with a kiss, rather than screaming. And like hell was I gonna be dominated by Christopher fucking sturniolo.

So the night progressed. He had me, my face buried in the sheets babbling out nonsense and screaming his name. But not in anger like I usually would.

It had been months since that happened, and it still haunted me. The idea that it even happened. That his lips had been on mine, his dick literally inside of me, that I was literally under him, disgusts me to my core. But it didn’t matter. It was one of many times.

Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes an all nighter. Sometimes Chris was dominant other times he was not. Sometimes it was at my place other times at his.

And it wasn’t like those cliché stories of friends with benefits where one fell in love. This felt more like an urge. Like neither of us wanted to actually hook up but we were irking to. This was better than having a yelling match. And on the rare occasions I was dominant it felt great making him shut up and take it. It felt equivalent to winning an argument. The whole point was to teach a lesson, and express annoyance and anger without directly doing that.

“Chris-“ I let out a sharp cry, even the pillow that my face was buried in didn’t really make the scream sound quieter.

His hips keep drilling into my core hitting all the right spots to make me weak in the knees.

Sex with him, objectively, felt good. In the moment. He knew how to please a woman. But he also knew that he was pushing it right now.

“Don’t fucking tell me to slow down.” He snaps his tone, and words as harsh as his breathing. “You have a safe word. Use it if you need to. And other wise, shut, the fuck, up.”

I only let out a sharp whine when he seems to pick up pace even more. He’s made a mess of me. We’ve been at this for hours. Literally.

I’ve come more times than I can count and Chris wasn’t showing any sign of stoping anytime soon.

My back arches perfectly, but I’ve been in this position for too long for it to be comfortable. Him leaning over my back occasionally leaving harsh slaps on my ass while his other hand stayed firmly im my hair.

His hand being tangled in my hair as he was both pulling it, but also pressing me down into the pillow under me.

I feel the ache in my cunt subside again, as a knot starts to form. I’m close, again, and I don’t know if I can keep going after.

“Chris” I scream his name loudly panting and moaning. “I’m- close” I can barely form a sentence. His thrust are hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs every time.

“Oh ya?” He harshly slaps my ass causing me to moan loudly. “How much more you think this pussy can take?” He huffs his tone ever so cocky.

He always did this. He liked being dominant and absolutely wrecking me as much as he can. And he knows I’m close to breaking, and that’s what makes it worse. I just know he gets a wired satisfaction out of exerting me.. using me, like this.

His hand stays firmly in my hair tugging harder. His other hand trailing from my ass to my clit as he starts to rub on it harshly.

I clench instinctively, my whining and moaning getting even louder. “I’m gonna-“ a harsh slap on my clit catches me off guard.

Chris keeps going. “Fucking slut. You like getting destroyed like this?” he mocks, his tone condescending as his pace doesn’t let up.

“Go on bitch, cum on my cock. Come again.” He urges. And the rubbing of his fingers on my clit and the relentless torture to my cunt is threatening to push me over the edge.

“Can I come in that pussy again?” He asks his voice coming out strained and harsh from the pleasure.

“Yes-“ I’m cut off, again. As i am physically not able to speak with the pace he’s going at.

And the combined pressure of everything pushes me over the edge. Suddenly the knot in my stomach snaps and my body goes limp after loud moans. He goes for a few more thrusts before I feel the familiar hot liquid fill my cunt.

After a minute where we catch our breaths he slowly starts to massage my scalp knowing he’s been pulling on it for at least half an hour straight.

He pulls out not really gently, but not harshly either.

Hook ups with Chris always felt like one night stands, when they were really regular.

I let my body fall limp fully laying on my stomach as I sigh, content in my position, not attempting to move.

I can practically feel Chris watching me.

Normally I wouldn’t be this much of a mess. But than again normally we didn’t go for hours. Normally Chris used a condom. But today was not one of those days.

Sometimes chris had enough common sense to at least pretend to care.

But right now he was just staring.

“You okay?” He asks his tone gentler and more quiet than usual. He knew he was pushing it, but did he really care tho?

I shiver as I feel his hand start to rub over my back. Ever so gently pinching the skin to ease some tension.

“Ya”

My breath is short as I’m still calming down not doing or saying anything else.

After a while I turn around slightly, wincing as I lay on my back. My back hurt from the previous uncomfortable position I was in.

I opened my tired eyes, looking up at him, my eyes meeting his. I knew I probably looked like a wreck right now. My hair a mess because of all the moving and position changes as well as his pulling. My face having dried mascara and tear stains on it from when I’d been crying.

I was too tired to even hide my body. I just turned around not bothering to hide my chest as I did, I was too fucked out to care.

His lips pursed, looking over my face. But he wasn’t concerned. But rather disgusted at the sight. He was glad he made me look like shit, but I could see in his eyes that he would much rather be anywhere else right now.

After sex was the worst for us.

The arguments leading up to it were normal. The sex itself was great. But afterwards…

Usually he’d leave. But today he had gone far. He’s done worse before. But every time he did he felt like he should give me proper after care. But I can see the annoyance radiating off of him, and I just know he does not want to be here.

And as harsh as it sounds, he couldn’t really care less what state he left me in. He’s told me multiple times.

“You can leave.” I mumble sighing. My throat felt horse from all the screaming, crying and moaning, that I’d been doing. I’ll need to get a water soon.

He gives me a simple nod, quickly changing, then going to my bathroom to fix his appearance.

And than he leaves.

The room is quiet. Nothing to be heard, nothing to be said.

Masterlist

A/N: hope you liked it, this was literally my first time writing smut🫣 also I don’t have a taglist yet, so i just added my moots. Tell me if u wanna be added, or removed :D

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

Taglist : @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns

[eatingfireflies]

Had to pull this quote up while talking to a friend about an interpretation I disagreed with, namely: Ratio never sought the gaze of Nous, Margaret was stupid for even interpreting Ratio's character story 3 as him being disappointed about getting invited by the IPC instead etc etc. and his self-deprecating laugh was only because he's so disappointed that he was invited by Capitalism Company despite all his achievements proving his ethics (but do they?)

I disagree, this is Margaret slander. That woman was Ratio's assistant, I doubt she was stupid.

Tell me this man is not bothered by it. Tell me it's not a sore point, even if he's over it by now he was/is bothered enough to actually talk about it.

Honestly I was gonna make a light-hearted joke about Aventurine being that person who shows off his relationship with Ratio, 'He's always like that, please don't mind him ☺️' 'He's the one who understands my way of fighting best ☺️' 'I thought you'd given up on this dream you've never told anyone else about except presumably me because I'm just dropping it in conversation so casually like this ☺️'

But let's talk about that anti-planetary weapon

I hand tinfoil hats to everyone who clicked on read more. Please don't believe anything I say. Especially under here where no one else can see us.

- No mention of what affiliations Ratio had before the invitation from the IPC. If we trust HSR timelines (which we shouldn't but we have nothing else), Ratio was already a full-fledged professor in Veritas Prime University before Aventurine became a Stoneheart. So: before he joined the Intelligentsia Guild, his main affiliation was with the university.

- The anti-planetary weapon was already completed when he received the IPC invitation

- Which still leaves us the question: whom did Ratio develop this weapon for and why?

There's some echoes of Chadwick in there that I think is probably a coincidence but something we might want to keep in mind. Ratio also provides schematics on how to turn the Express into a weapon.

One thing tho: Chadwick was a Genius Society member. Ratio is not.

- Minus the Astral Express weapon (which we do see in action in the Penacony Boss fight ? So like was that connected? 😂), everything else Ratio has done that we know of is mostly about improving people's lives. That anti-planetary weapon is like a blight on his otherwise stellar CV.

- My conclusion: he developed that weapon solely to catch the gaze of Nous. And he failed and it was a moment that felt like selling his soul for one corn chip. The IPC invite was a nail on the coffin: this is what he sold his ethics for.

Like the 'Ofc Ratio laughed because he can't believe the audacity of Capitalism Company asking him to join them when he's completely against everything they stand for'

But my friend, he joined the IPC. He's an IPC delegate. He's married to an IPC superintendent.

Ratio had to give up on the Nous deal and had to go with the next best thing. But Ratio from Story 3 was young and probably still felt some pressure to prove something, or meet expectations. The Ratio we met in 1.6 knows better.

[nite-puff]

fuck it! gay robots!

ishimondo wall-e au! it came to me in a dream.

mondo (… M.O.N.D-0???) is the last robot standing cleaning up earth when he gets a surprise visit from a rocket ship. on that ship is taka (… T.A.K.A???) who has been sent to find any proof that earth can support life once again. the two meet and shenanigans ensue. maybe they fall in love???

anyways, more rambling from me about these two under the cut.

okay! so my main thing with mondo and his behavior is that it’s all based on him being the last being on earth, so he really doesn’t have anyone around him (other than his pet cockroach, chuck!) and therefore doesn’t feel the need to act a certain way to impress anyone. so this is version of mondo is if he didn’t have a whole bunch of self-image issues and just was his funki and cringe self. he literally is cringe and free.

after years having to clean up earth, he’s grown an affinity for the little things to pass the time. like collecting little knick-knacks he finds on the job to bring back home or making figures out of the cubes of trash he makes. he’s a little artist and collector.

taka on the other hand is at first rigid and is set out to complete his directive because it’s what he was made to do. he has a whole population back on the axium counting on him to find any traces of life on earth (or so he thinks). he does occasionally display some signs of humanity and happiness. he feels warmth in the little things as well, like a cockroach or bubble wrap or a lighter. he’s enthralled and wants to know more about this strange place but can’t because he has a job to do. maybe the strange little robot guy he meets doesn’t throw him off his course.

design stuff! i know i made mondo look less… anthro ig??? in his design than taka, but i wanted to make up for it by “personalizing” him a bit. he’s doodled all over himself and he thinks his trousers make him look nice. maybe he thinks the doodles look badass because they’re like tattoos. i also did that to contrast more with taka, who looks spotless. i was considering giving him legs, but remembered that of course he would have wheels. biker, and alla that. he was born to roll around. and i don’t think it’s noticeable, but i tried to make his arms and hands bigger than wall-e’s because he’s a little stronger. in this au, mondo doesn’t do the trash compacting his his little cube body, but with his hands (to keep with the idea that mondo likes to work and creat stuff with his hands). so he needs to have bigger and more efficient tools. also, i changed his wheels to be diamond shaped.

taka meanwhile was super easy to design. he and eve have sorta similar design qualities, like a majority white color palette and very simple shapes with not a lot of detail going on. very easy to mix the two. the idea of his design is what spurred me into thinking about this au. the one thing i’ll point out is that i made eve’s little dots that pop up when she scans things vertical so that it can sort of resemble taka’s medal. idk i thought it was neat.

(also, if im being completely honest with myself, if taka was actually any wall-e character, he would be MO. just an angry gremlin that musters up the courage to stray off his path because he is so determined to clean up wall-e’s mess. and then they become friends at the end. he just gives off taka energy.)

anyways, that’s it for right now. im pretty satisfied with taka’s design, but im considering changing some things on mondo’s. mainly the color palette.

am i gonna turn this into a full-fledged story??probably not, but maybe i’ll add more onto it in the near future. like assigning other characters.

wall-e’s a cute movie. gotta put the blorbos in it.

[bubbleberrypunch]

Been thinking about actually sitting down and writing a full fledged shuggy fic, and Idk if anyone's thought of this yet.

Disney's Robin Hood. I think I had the idea because I've seen people make art of shuggy as that one scene from The Aristocats ("Wow, your eyes are like sapphires! Gee... bet that's pretty corny, though, huh?"), but I don't see a whole lot of other Disney classics. I also think Robin Hood can be very easily turned into a shuggy AU- two childhood friends who separated and then meet again after they've become adults, one being this largely famous icon who the people adore and the people in power hate, the other finding themselves in a somewhat prestigious position so to speak.

Right now, I've only been deciding which character would fit which role the best. Aside from obvious ones, of course. Like who else could be Little John, it's clearly gotta be Benn Beckman. Luffy will be Skippy (the little bunny boy who was given Robin's hat and bow). And since Buggy will be Maid Marian, I think it would be fitting to have Sir Crocodile fill the role of Prince John.

I did have a momentary crisis for King Richard. On one hand, I'm all down for Roger coming back from the crusade and immediately setting up a wedding for Shanks and Buggy. But on the other, I do want to have Ace in the story and I don't know how I would explain him not living in the castle aside from a very weak "he doesn't wanna be a stuffy prince and live with his father". Instead, I shall have Cobra as King Richard. Which leaves me with just figuring out an explanation for how exactly Buggy got in his court and what his court position is. (If Roger was King Richard, Buggy would be his ward)

Instead of being King of the Pirates, Roger here will be known as King of the Bandits. A notorious legend, even after being publicly executed.

I think this is a fun idea. I keep picturing the part where Skippy and the other kids meet Maid Marian, which I'll get to rewrite as like the mini Orange Town encounter because it's literally Buggy and Luffy. Honestly, if this movie was written as more of a tragedy, this would be THE shuggy movie.

On a side note, Shanks as Disney's Robin Hood makes me think of this one author's characterization of Shanks. Rewatching the movie, I just keep thinking of their fics Stages of grief and Fortnight (highly recommend these two fics btw, they're so good). Would anyone agree with me that Shanks just might be Robin Hood coded? Just a little?

Anyway, yeah. Imma try to not abandon this idea like every other idea I have. Sooo, I guess keep a lookout! And if anyone has any character suggestions, I'm more than welcome to them. Like, who the heck am I gonna have as the Friar guy? Or Alan-A-Dale, the narrator/minstrel?

[itsscromp]

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle X Reader platonic

A/N: Hi again everyone, my blue beetle headcanon is a sleeper hit. With the movie edging closer and closer, I decided to make a full-fledged story of how the reader met Jaime and also discovering he is blue beetle. So let's start. Word count: 1.7K

You just moved to El Paso Texas after your parents divorced, opting to live with your dad, even though it means a new school, new people, new everything. The apartment your dad rented was small, it didn't leave room to decorate your room the way you wanted for how small it was, but it was home. School on the other hand was a nightmare. The new kid in town is a bully's dream target.

"Hey, new kid right" This bully greeted you at your locker.

"Yes ??" You had a feeling this wasn't going to go well

"Name's BLY/N, I'm sure you heard of me when you came through the doors"

"Look, dude, I know where this is gonna go and I'm not in the mood" You shut your locker and tried to move on, but this pissed off BLY/N to shove your face into the locker.

"Listen, new kid, I run this school and you do what I say when I say, and if you try to snitch on me to any teacher I'll make sure you go home with more than just a black eye." But then the force of BLY/N's hand was eased and you heard a thud on the ground. Someone punched them.

"Come on BLY/N leave them alone" a boy spoke up

"You'll pay for that later Reyes" they got up and walked off

"Thank you..." you spoke up

"People like him need to pick on someone their own size, are you ok ??" He immediately turned his attention to you looking for any injuries.

"I'm fine, thank you though"

"Your new here right ??"

"Yeah, well I mean you got your answer from them"

"Sadly, and I know he's gonna kick my culo later"

"Guess you gotta find another way home, I'm Y/n by the way"

"Jaime Reyes, and don't worry I know another way out I'll show you."

3PM arrived as everyone went back home, Y/n and and Jaime could see BLY/N waiting for the two.

"Alright time to kick it into motion."

"How ??"

"Follow me"

he then brought you to one of the empty classrooms with windows leading out to the outside, and out of sight. Climbing out the window you made it too the bus without being spotted.

"Dude that was genius !!" You smiled

"Always best to have a back up plan"

After that you and Jaime were inseparable, You always looked forward to meeting him at the front of the school every morning. sharing about how your progress in the latest video game you were playing. Even having him visit your apartment to play said game. Your dad was happy that you made a friend since the move. Then news emerged of a new metahuman as the media calls it spotted in El Paso, going by blue beetle.

But what y/n didn't know was that Jaime was the one donning the suit. About a week ago he came across an alien scarab artifact inside a burger box after the person that gave it to him told him not to open it. The scarab activated and attached itself to Jaime, Granting him the ancient abilities of the blue beetle. A whole armour, the ability to fly and a range of weapons on tap. He only just had to think of said weapon and Scarab creates it. But now being blue beetle comes with the risk of dangerous people going after people close to Jaime, including you.

The next week he came back to school, and you immediately rushed to him.

"Jaime where were you, I tried calling and texting you"

"Oh... my uh, the number changed. I got a new SIM card so I had to get a new number." thank god he actually did, after getting the new number the two carried on like normal. But with scarab being the host to Jaime, He could only hear scarab talking in his head. It took every bit of him not to say anything to scarab in front of y/n.

It was then on Friday evening that y/n was having a sleepover at the Reyes's residence. His family was warm and welcoming. Almost like a second family if you will. But as you were looking through your duffle bag you left your wallet back home.

"Ah shit I forgot my wallet at home I'll be back"

"OK but be back soon, Mom makes a killer enchilada."

After going back home and retrieving your wallet you were walking back to the house. the taste of an enchilada never sounded so good about now. But as you continued walking home. you felt a cloth cover your face with a funky sweet smell. Then total darkness hit you.

Jaime grew increasingly worried about why you haven't returned home yet. You were just getting your wallet.

"Mijo is y/n coming back ??" His mom called out, dinner just about ready.

"I don't know Mama, I tried calling them a couple of times but they didn't answer."

After a little while the home phone began to ring.

"Reyes residence" Jamie's dad answered

"Is y/n their ?? it's their father"

"Is everything ok ??"

"Y/n is missing, their not answering their calls and someone found their phone on the ground."

"Oh my god, we'll go out and look for them"

"Thank you"

After he hung up, the Reyes's then took to the streets, calling out your name trying to find you. Jaime in the heat of the moment activated the blue beetle armour and went to where you were last seen.

"Jaime this is very dangerous" scarab spoke up

"I know scarab but y/n is in danger, you heard what my dad said"

"But you need to practice caution, what if they find out your blue beetle."

Scarab always worried about the what if's but right now Jaime wasn't hearing it right now. His best friend was in danger and he needed to save you. Landing where you were last seen. Jamie looked at the ground.

"Scarab, can you be able to track y/n's footprints ??"

The eyes of his armour began to then decode all the foot prints on the ground that day into one, which then lead to a trail.

"These should be their exact footprints Jaime"

Following the footsteps, Jaime then stopped when the footprints seem to have been shuffled around.

"I also sense a hint of chloroform" Scarab scanned the area finding the scent.

"Y/n must've been drugged, can you trace the chloroform ??"

A new path was revealed through the eyes. the chloroform then ended up on the road as it seems that whoever drugged y/n took them away. Wasting no time the wings of the armour activated as Jaime followed the scent.

"Please be ok buddy..."

You woke up in a dingy warehouse, a bag over your head as you come out of your anesthetic, looking around your panic setting in

"HELP !!!!" you called out but no one heard you until a person took off the mask, only it wasn't a person it was a metahuman, It looked part human part.. coyote.

"Don't waste your breath, no one will hear you from here" This creature then gently dragged its long sharp nails along your skin.

"What... what do you want... ???"

"Well its simple, your dad F/n if I'm correct, turned me into this."

Revealing his form, my god was he terrifying.

"My dad did no such thing"

"Oh but you're wrong young one" He then flicked on a light to reveal newspaper articles and photographic evidence on the lab accident that caused the coyote's transformation.

"He was a part of the crew that turned me into this, none of the others have been so helpful. It was my lucky day when I learned you two have arrived in El Paso."

"Look it was an accident ok ?? my dad would have.."

He then tossed a huge chunk of debris, flying over your head, this villain had monstrous strength.

"He turned me into this !!!!" He yelled at you and stomped over to you

"And I will find that cure from him, one way or another" It was then he dragged his sharp nails along your face again, this time scratching deep and drawing blood.

The doors busted open revealing blue beetle as his had then turned into a cannon

"Let him go !!!"

"Aah blue beetle we finally meet, If you wanna get him your gonna have to go through me" He then howled and charged at him on all fours, and a massive fight ensued with Jaime almost losing the battle, but Scarab activated a super strength module in the armour and the tides were turned. The coyote taking punch after kick from Blue Beetle, ultimately getting knocked down, rushing over to you he freed you from the ropes that tied you.

"Are you ok ??' his voice was distorted from the mask so y/n couldn't tell if it was Jaime.

"I am... Thank you"

"Come on Y/N/N lets get you...."

He just spoke your nickname. Y/n looking up at him in disbelief.

"Jaime ??"

The mask on the armour disintegrated revealing indeed, Your best friend Jaime.

"I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but the short answer is I didn't want you getting hurt because you knew who I was. I couldn't risk that on you or on everyone."

You froze for a bit before hugging him tightly. Your best friend the blue beetle saved you. Your best friend Jaime saved you.

"Thank you Jaime"

He wrapped his arms around you as well, holding you just as tight, He was glad you were safe. Police sirens were heard in the distance as Jaime's mask came back.

"Guess I gotta go, Ring me when your home ok ??"

"Got it, and hey save some enchilada's for me ok buddy??"

Jaime smiled under his mask and flew off into the distance. Police showing up as they guided you to safety while they called in a different department to deal with the coyote.

Your dad showed up not long after the police called him telling him you were found and safe.

"Oh my god y/n" he rushed to you kissing your forehead gently as he embraced you. glad you were safe. "What happened are you hurt ??"

"I'm fine dad" You twitched a smile as you looked up in the sky seeing Jaime fly off

"Blue beetle saved me"

Your best friend was a superhero, He saved you and always will. No matter what.

taglist: @callofdudes

[waterfallofspace]

Can I send you three different asks? No obligation to fill any, but if one strikes your fancy by all means go for it. So, um, here are the numbers for S/oukoku. 52/53 and/or 77?

Hello!! Thank you for the ask, and yes ofc, the more the merrier, I'm THRILLED to receive asks, especially requests because it means someone enjoys my writing!!

I've seen the rest, and I intend to fill them all, but for now I will start with this one and work my way through them! Thank you again, it feels like an honour to receive a request from you, I hope I can do it justice!! 1.9k words, prompts 52, 53, and 77, story under the cut! 52: “Did you just sneeze?” 53: “Bless you?” 77: Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze. (References to mild violence and swearing, in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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The meeting has only been going for about 30 minutes and three death threats have already been thrown around. Chuuya sits with his feet on the table, hat slightly covering his eyes as he attempts to quell the rising headache that being in Dazai’s presence always seems to bring. ‘The idiot has been quieter then normal this meeting, but even just that stupid look on his face- god it drives me insane.’

“-And so, we must work together? I don’t see any reason the Port Mafia should be involved in this, this petty squabble between you and these ‘assassins’ you claim to have annoyed.”

“Don’t be moronic, should this turn into a full fledged war, the Port Mafia would be losing as much as we would. Our organization-”

Chuuya tunes out again, his attention briefly, against his will, slipping back over to Dazai. At first annoyance floods his mind, but it’s quickly replaced by something else as he watches the man shudder. A hand raises to his face, and another shudder runs through him. ‘Well this is certainly an interesting development…’ Keeping his tone low, wanting to ensure his theory before acting on it, Chuuya nudges Dazai.

“What’s wrong with you, bandage waste?”

A cheshire smile meets him, one Chuuya is quite familiar with, and yet… has never lost its disturbing nature.

“Nothing at all, but how sweet of you to worry about me Chuuya~! I can rest easy knowing if something were the matter, you would have my back!”

Letting out a huff, Chuuya starts to turn back to the meeting, almost missing the watery desperation filling Dazai’s whiskey eyes. Almost. At the next cluster of deep shudders, Chuuya acts, ready for a little entertainment to distract from all the arguing of the bosses.

“Did you just sneeze, Dazai?”

The glare he’s met with is instinctual, ‘I’m not even sure he knows he did it.’ and is quickly replaced by the usual carefree mask. All eyes in the room turn to the man, his nose pinched hard between his fingers as he seems to weigh his options in the span of seconds.

“I did actually, seems something’s- heH’YESHHH’oo-! huh’AYYIESSHH’oo-!” 

Chuuya bites his tongue against the yelp that forms, trying in vain to play him almost falling off his chair as intentional. ‘Goddamn shitty Dazai, that was on purpose to scare me, and damn myself for letting it work.’

“Bless you, Dazai!”

Kenji speaks up, Chuuya not missing the way his comment sends chills down Dazai’s spine. ‘Try as you might, you can’t hide this now. What’s your next move gonna be, Dazai?’ Although, just to himself, Chuuya allows his mind to wander, eyes scanning the room. 

‘Something’s making him sneeze, but I don’t think any of the usual culprits are to blame here. If anyone had dog fur on them Mori would be sneezing too, and the pollen count isn’t that high, plus if he was sick he just wouldn’t have shown up. No, he walked into this meeting not knowing this was coming, so it’s something he couldn’t have predicted…’ 

“hEH’TISHHHEWWW-! hahh-! hAH’AIIISHH’uuu-!”

“Bless you again, Dazai!”

The laugh he lets out sounds natural to most, but Chuuya can hear the strangled nature just below the surface. His eyes trace over Dazai’s face, seeing the tint of red forming on his ears, the way his eyes seem narrowed and watery, and finally the twitching nature of his nose. ‘He’s embarrassed, but more than that… he’s far from finished.’ Chuuya’s proven right as Dazai brings a hand to scrub at his nose with just a touch more force then Chuuya feels comfortable with. 

“Forgive me for the interruption, we were talking about how the Port Mafia is to blame for setting the assassins into motion, weren’t we?”

It’s phrased as an innocent continuation, but Chuuya sees it for what it really is. A ploy to get the bosses fighting once more, and it works exactly how Dazai knew it would. Immediately Mori stands up, and Fukuzawa matches him, both staring each other down. Kenji and Gin turn their attention to the bosses, leaving only Chuuya watching the trainwreck sitting across from him. 

“hhH’MMPFFSHH’uhhh-! aHH’MMMSHHH’huhh-!” 

Despite being smothered into his coat, they’re not stifled, and Chuuya can feel the frustration resonating from the man.

“Bless you again, Dazai!”

It’s dripping with sincerity that seems to burn Dazai on impact, a hiss escaping his teeth before he can stop it, which he quickly covers with a laugh and a smile. ‘You can fool them, but you can’t fool me. You’re desperate to get out of here as soon as possible.’

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a hint of fresh air.” 

The excuse isn’t needed, no one but Chuuya is paying attention anymore, Kenji having stood up to hear better as Fukuzawa and Mori raised their voices even louder. Chuuya’s eyes track Dazai’s rapid movements as he attempts to glide out of the room, nearly running into a wall as he whips around to stifle another sneeze into his shoulder.

“KNNGT-!”

‘Just the one, that must be driving him insane. The other will follow soon enough.’ Chuuya hums lightly, using his gravity to make his footsteps practically nonexistent as he follows Dazai out into the hallway. He watches him duck into a door leading to what he can only assume is an empty room. Following suit, he squeezes himself into the- ‘Oh for fucks sake, a damn closet? Damn it Dazai, even unintentionally you’re a pain in my ass.’

“Chu- What a- are- heH-!”

The panic slipping past his mask is enough to get a smirk painted across Chuuya’s face.

“You didn’t see this coming? Wow, you must be out of it if you can’t even manage such simple predi-”

“hEH’AIISHH’OO-! IZZSHHHUEE-! mMTISHHHEEEWW-! hahh’KNNGT’CHOO-!”

“Christ, Dazai, you’re reall-”

“hehh’INGGT’choo-! hePT’KNGT’choo-! EZZZshh’oo-! heH’aiiiZZSHH’uu-!”

“Are- are you gonna stop anytime soo-”

“hEH’NNGT-! enngt-knxxgt-DTNNGT’choo-! heh’eTSH’uee-! tISHH’uiee-!”

Chuuya can’t help but wince, the nasal quality of the sneezes increasing as the space between them decreases. Dazai’s watery eyes meet his for a second before crushing shut as he raises his hand to his face for another bout that leaves even Chuuya breathless.

“iSHH-ZZSHH-AIESHH-DASSSHH’iiee-! heH’IZZSHH’uiee-! knNT’sheew-! AIIYISHH’oo-EHZZSHH’oo-! eHH-! hEDT- guhhh Ch- Chuuya… wh- what are you doi… doing…”

Staring right back at the watery gaze, Chuuya tries to form an answer, but honestly he hadn’t put that much thought into it. All he had known was Dazai needed to stop so he could breathe, and well… his gloved hand just sorta found its way to his face where it now sits, pinching his nose shut.

“I- y- you need to stop.”

“Ch- Chuuya… I have… I- I gotta… it tic- tickles… hehh-!”

“I know, shit-for-brains, but you gotta breathe before you pass out. I don’t want to explain to the bosses the reason I’m carrying you is because you sneezed yourself into a fucking coma.”

Dazai manages to smirk from behind the teary expression, his nose still twitching against Chuuya’s fingers.

“Is Chuuya enjoying the power he holds, along with my nose?”

A yelp escapes before Chuuya can stop it, a growl right on it’s heels, and he drops Dazai’s nose. The blush that dares to start along his cheeks is quickly suppressed as he watches Dazai’s eyes roll back in his head, nose twitching violently.

“Hahh…. Hehhh… heH-! Achhoo-!”

Its the fakest sounding thing Chuuya has ever heard, no volume or desperation at all, too breathy to be an actual sneeze, and yet…

“Bless you?”

“N- No I… I still… I can’t… Chuuyaaa~!”

“Christ Dazai, fine.”

With that, Chuuya raises a gloved finger, and lets the fabric softly run against the bridge of Dazai’s nose, adding a flick at the tip. The result is instant, Dazai only having enough time to bury his face into Chuuya’s chest to muffle the onslaught.

“hH’MMFFSHHH’uu-! nnNNSHHH’oo-! hAH’AIISHH’choo-! hehH’ISHH’chuuu-! ehh… iHH-! iHH’TSHHH’chhuuuuya-! iZZSHH’chhhuuuya-!” 

“Not funny, dumbass.” 

Chuuya growls, raising a fist to hit Dazai’s arm with enough force to get a muffle groan from the man, before he ducks back into Chuuya’s chest for the remainder of the fit.

“uHH’MMMFSSHH’IEE-! NNGSHHH’IEE-! Wheew~ Thank you Chibi, that hitching had me in agony, I couldn’t stand it!” 

“Oh shut up, I just didn’t want to have to watch your pathetic face anymore, that’s all. And you’re having this dry cleaned!”

Dazai’s eyes meet his, venom soaking his words as he lets the raw quality of his voice shine through.

“I think I’m allergic to Mori’s new cologne.”

The words have the intended effect, Chuuya feeling his face pale a touch. Dazai just smirks in response, raising a fist to rub at his nose.

“W- what?”

“A gift from you I assume? It’s too high quality for him to have bought it. While he does dress well, and carry himself quite formally, when it comes to the finer things in life, he doesn’t have such expensive tastes.”

Chuuya growls, letting just a hint of sincerity escape as he offers,

“It’s not like I knew you were so sensitive to it…”

There’s a look in Dazai’s gaze that Chuuya can only classify as hungry as the man lets his form draw nearer to Chuuya’s body. They stand that way for a minute, breath close enough to touch the other’s face, a lust starting to pool in their eyes, before Dazai lets himself slip back, mask dipping back over his face. He smirks, waving a hand casually in the air.

“It’s not that big of a deal. Plus~ I got to see Chuuya jump! My my, I didn’t realize you were so easily startled Chibi! Reminds me of a cat, or rather, a kitten. Much like your size does~!”

He can’t move fast enough to avoid the kick aimed straight for his chest as Chuuya growls, knocking Dazai back into the shelf behind him. It’s only after a cloud of dust raises from where Dazai crouches on the ground does Chuuya realize his mistake. ‘Shit- was that his plan the wh- whoole… t- time… hehh…!’ 

“Uh-uh-uh!”

Chuuya manages to pry his eyes open at the feeling of skin against his face, breath catching in a gasp at the sight before him. Dazai stands, mere inches from his face, fingers firmly pinching his nose.

“Eh?! What the fuck are yo- huhh… you doing?! Le- lehhht…. hAHH-! Let go of me!” 

“Fair is fair, Chuuya. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose~.”

All Chuuya can manage in response is a grunt, hissing as Dazai moves slightly, the tickle elevating to new highs. His eyes flutter shut once more, the hitching threatening to turn into sneezes on every breath, only Dazai’s grip prolongs it.

And yet, Chuuya makes no effort to remove his fingers. They both know he could, and he’s entirely aware that Dazai’s watching him carefully, but he doesn’t make a move. Instead, he lets his head tilt back, tears starting to form in his eyes. 

He manages to get his eyes to flutter open long enough to witness Dazai’s smirk, before the man lets his lips almost brush Chuuya’s ear, whispering two words that get Chuuya’s blood boiling.

“Bless you.” 

With that, Dazai lets go, hand returning to scrub at his own nose as it twitches yet again. He pauses at the doorway, letting his head hang slightly back to witness the results of his little experiment. Chuuya, however, notices none of this, stuck instead in a fit that seems set on revenge for being denied so long.

“kesschh’oo-! eschhh’oo-! asshhh’iew-! dnggt-! heh’iSHH’iew-! hih’tishh’iew-!”

“I was right! Just like a cat. Adorable as ever, Chuuya~.”

He easily dodges the punch Chuuya throws, ‘Damnit, ca- ishh’oo-! Can’t see straight throu- esschh’oo-! Through the sneezing-’ giving a wave over his shoulder as he descends down the stairs. Chuuya can’t help but smile as he hears a “IZZSHH’uuee-! Christ.” echo out from the stairwell.

‘Never a dull moment with you. Until we meet again, partner.’ 

[modern-inheritance]

The cute wip I sent out is something I am going to try and work on throughout the weekend to actually turn it into a full fledged story/series. I think I’m also gonna work on the animatic but I feel somewhat dissatisfied with the start I had. However I’m gonna just…power through and do my damn best to COMPLETE the fucking thing. At least the bases and stuff. THEN you guys can say ‘hey wow look you did all the frames setups! When will you do the actual art/drawing over them?’ And I will laugh and I will say nothing. BUT AT LEAST ONE PORTION COULD BE CALLED COMPLETE!

[sainturl]

This is a little something for the webtoon I'm planning on making soon. I want to make it a full fledged comic at some point but I need a story to actually go off of so I'm making this. I truly do not know how long this will be. This is purely for fun. If there are typos, have mercy on me I'm dyslexic :3 and pls note that I am NOT A WRITER!!! I'm not a pro unfortunately to make stories :( I read them I don't make them. anyways this is probably gonna be pure dog water.

I also have two songs. You can listen to either one, they're technically the same song but ones a little different. So you can choose :3 which eva.

WARNINGS ‼️- Mentions of gore, and zombies ofc

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"hey, can you pass this over to Jess?" The blonde boy next to gou says in a quiet whisper. He leans over his desk and hands him a folded piece of paper quickly then sits back into his seat as he acts like he's still working on his assignment, to of course not get in trouble by the strict teacher.

Gou sighs and look at the brunette girl sitting in front of him. He taps her shoulder and she turns around almost immediately, like she was anticipating this happening. He motions the paper to her and she snatches it from his hand to read it at her desk and giggle to herself.

This wasn't the first time they used gou to pass on their lovey dovey notes. Written with the same red pens.

"I dont get it" gou thinks to himself. He rubs his eyes, his prominent eyebags causing them to sting a bit. He leans on his hand letting his long brown hair cover his eyes as an attempt to ignore the teacher for the rest of class.

The bell rings, echoing in the classroom into gous ears. He wakes up, his eyes trying to focus back from the blurriness from his small nap. Gous classmates walk past his desk and out the door. He takes it as a sign to grab his backpack and start to make his way outside of the classroom into the crowded hallway. "School is almost over.." Gou thought to himself. "finally a senior, I'll graduate, then I'll be able to leave my god forsaken home".

Gou had a love hate relationship with the hallways of his school. He hated how loud his classmates were. The laughter and shouting was deafening. But at the same time all he could think about was the people he was going to see waiting for him.

After walking just a little bit more down the hallway, gou spots his favorite people in the world. They were sitting on the disgusting school floor that he has told them millions of times how they should just suffer the pain of standing.

The hallway was slowly getting more crowded.

Gou moves a piece of his hair out of his dark eyes behind his ear, then waves to greet his friends. A smile planted on my face.

Students are starting to move more quickly through the hallways. They're probably excited to go home.

Gous friends have been the only thing keeping him psychically going. They've been his distraction from the outside world, from everyone else, from his home. The way their existence makes him muffle the rest of the world so it's only them he focuses on. Their faces always make him feel a type of calm, like everything is okay, everything is safe. He couldn't imagine a life without them.

People start running and screaming. Something's wrong.

"what the.." Gous hand slowly lowers. He quickly looks around and sees people running around him, bumping and pushing him in the process. He looks at his friends to hopefully get an answer of what's happening. Instead they sprint towards gou, running into students and teachers in the process. They grab gou by his blue sleeve and sprint into the direction of the front doors of the school.

"g-guys?". Gou asks quietly. He looks around at his friends pushing and shoving around students, they don't answer his question. Which he can't blame them.

They soon reach the front doors of the school, as expected it's extremely full. Kids being squished and screaming out of either pure agony from the pressure of everyone pushing them through a small entrance, or because of whatever they're running from.

"what are they thinking! We're gonna be crushed if we try to go through those doors!"

After many painful attempts to get through the front doors, they finally make it out. Having a few cuts and red marks that Gou knew would turn into bruises. He looks around his schools land only to see the same trees where kids would sit and either do their homework or just mess around. The same walking trails students would take to get to their comfortable homes. The same bikes and cars parked in the parking lot belonging to some of the kids and teachers.

He's confused. Everything felt the same, if anything he was feeling nostalgic. Remembering all the laughs and warm feelings everyone would feel being with some of their favorite people in the world.

"h-hey freya, what's going-"

A horrific scream is heard behind them, the small group turns around to see a young girl on her stomach. It's Bella. One of gous classmates. You'd assume she'd be rude and snobby because she was in the cheerleading team, but she was actually super sweet.

Her eyes are wide and red. Her mouth is agape trying to scream but nothing's coming out. She's reaching out for anything ahead of her. But no one wanted to help. Or even be around her for that matter. Not because of her, but because of what's above her.

A woman with discolored, purpling skin. Her hair greasy and thin. Eyes that are dark but clouded over. Her mouth was agape, showing her discolored, and several missing teeth. And her clothes are covered in holes and in a layer of filth, and what looked like vomit and blood. The words on her shirt are unreadable. She looked like a monster.

The monster spins bella around so she can look her in the face. She bends down so she's a few inches away from her and screeches loudly into her face. It was blood curdling, piercing the silence. It sounded like an animal in pain.

Suddenly she sinks her teeth into the young girl's shoulder, causing her to screech in pain and agony. Her hands try to grab anything to get her out of this. And tears run down her face as she cries for help, any help. But no one could. Everyone just stared in shock and horror. The monster is tearing her body into bits and pieces. The sounds were disgusting, it almost made gou want to throw up.

Her cries stopped.

And the ugly creature keeps attacking her poor lifeless body.

And like a switch, it causes more commotion. Students scream and start running in different directions trying to escape. But there's too many of these things around. More of gous fellow classmates become victims of these ugly creatures, screaming, crying, being torn to bits and pieces.

The atmosphere was rough. Everything felt cold and dreary. Gou tried to move..but he couldn't. Whatever was happening to him he couldn't explain. It was like his feet were stuck to the ground. His hands were stuck to his side, his breath was heavy. In through his nose then out his mouth. Everything was muffled around him as he stared at the lifeless body of his classmate. So many thoughts were going through his head. What could he even do? Where do they go? What's happening? How did this even start? His vision was getting dizzy and blurry.

"gou! gOU! HEY! WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!" Gou suddenly snapped back into this gruesome reality thanks to Freya.

Freya grabs Gou by his shoulders and shakes him. He opens his mouth wanting to say something... but is unsure what to even say.

"JUST GRAB HIM AND RUN!" Aiden shouts in urgency.

Freya obeys and grabs my wrist and runs in the direction where Aiden and Eli were standing, at the edge of the nearby forest.

"listen w-we can go into the forest. Then we can find our way back to the neighborhood-"

Elis sentence quickly gets cut off as another one of these roamers tackles him to the ground and starts to rip into his clothes. It bites into his neck just like Bella.

But Eli tries to fight off the monster, punches and kicks are thrown as a weak attempt to escape. But it wouldn't budge. It was getting pushed back a bit but it still had its eyes on Eli, like he was all it saw.

Aiden screams and runs to try and help Eli. He grabs his hands tightly to try and pull him from under the monster. It wasn't helping. So Aiden, like an idiot, tries to push off the disgusting beast from on top of Eli. He kept running and throwing himself at it.

But it was so much stronger than him, so much stronger than any of them. It grabs Aiden by his wrists and pulls him towards itself.

It bites him. Leaving a huge gash in his shoulder. Aiden screams in pain as he struggles to runs back to where Freya and Gou were standing. Aiden grips his bleeding shoulder and grunts and whines.

"w-we have to go.." Aiden says shakily.

"but..but what about eli-"

"LETS JUST GO! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Aiden cuts off Freya. His lip quivers almost like he's on the brink of tears.

Freya flinches and is silenced. Her and Gou nod and start to jog into the forest trails. But not before turning around to look at Eli still on the ground. His lifeless body being devoured by these disgusting beasts. It was so brutal..the way his mouth was filled with blood and his eyes were so cloudy.

Freya's eyes fill with tears as she continues to catch up to the group. The last time she'll ever see Eli again.

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"Eli stop!!" Freya says in a playful tone. As she swats elis hand away from her face.

"I'm just messing with you Freya". Eli says teasing Freya.

"Ugh" Aiden rolls his eyes in annoyance. "You two are such love birds.."

Gou just smiles slightly and giggles at Aiden's joke. Gou didn't talk much but he was glad his friends were the talkers of the group. They would gladly do all the talking for him anyday.

It was the start of their senior year. They were taking their usual trail to get home, through the forest that was next door to their school. Not a lot of students would take this way since they would always go the opposite way, where all the rich houses were. Houses so big they almost looked like mansions, with the prettiest gardens, multiple bedrooms, luxurious floors, and high ceilings.

Did Gou dream of such a life? Of course he did. Oh how he wished he lived in such a way. Having butlers, and dogs with bowties, and maids. He wanted it all. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for what he has now. He is happy he has a roof over his head but it would be nice.

Gou stops daydreaming and looks at his friends who were slightly ahead of him still bickering. Freya and Eli poking at Aiden for assuming they were 'love birds', which it's not his fault. They were both awful at hiding their feelings for each other. It was so obvious but the other one didn't have the guts to tell the other. Gou and Aiden always watched from the sidelines and had tiny bets on 'who's going to confess first'. Gou bet Freya and Aiden bet Eli.

Gou watches his friends continue to bicker and takes a moment to take in the nature around him. The skinny trail slowly being engulfed by a thick carpet of leaves. Braches twisting in different directions on the trees towering above us. The sound of squirrels running around and birds flying from tree to tree. The smell always comforted Gou. The earthy, and herbal aroma. It always calmed him down.

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The group runs through the thick forest. Tripping over small sticks and the uneven trail. Aiden holds his bleeding shoulder trying all of his power to keep up with Freya and Gou.

After a few minutes of running they stop to catch their breath. Breathing heavily.

"my throat hurts so bad" tears fill gous eyes and his throat stings.

"hey...we're almost to Freyas house...c-come on just a little more" Aiden suggests in a weak attempt of reassurance, already starting to walk down the trail more. His steps are weak and his legs are heavy. Freya and Gou could tell he wanted to leave as soon as possible but he was so exhausted, and his shoulder situation was making it so much worse.

"Aiden just give us a second..okay...we're..so tired-" Freya pleads.

"CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!!" Aiden shouts, causing her to flinch. Aiden pauses and looks away.

"please just..we can rest at your house Freya..just a little more". Aiden turns his back towards us and waits for a response. The silence was deafening.

Freya looks at gou for help for what to even say or do. He just shrugs and motions to just listen to Aiden.

"..yeah we can..we can go to my house".

Freya's response was weak but it did cut through the silence. Aiden doesn't say anything back and starts to walk down the trail. His head hanging low and his hand still on his bleeding shoulder.

After sneaking past some trees and bushes, they finally made it freyas house. Her door being suspiciously unlocked, and they hesitantly walk in.

"M-mom!? Dad!? Flynn!?" Freya calls out. But no response.

"just..just come on Aiden I'll see if I have anything to help with your shoulder". Freya motions Aiden to follow her upstairs, he follows behind leaving gou all by himself on the first floor to just wander around and collect his thoughts.

Freya was the only one out of all of them to even have a house. It wasn't all big and fancy like the other students but it was still home. A little more rundown. The floors were rickety and the ceilings having mysterious water stains. She wasn't embarrassed of where she lived either. She always welcomed her friends to come over and hang out and every once in a while give the classic "if they don't like my home, they don't have to come then!!"

In the bedroom, Freya works on Aiden's shoulder. He sits on the edge of her bed wincing and moving as she attempts to bandage it up. With her shaky hands and Aiden's constant pulling away, he's finally decently patched up. Was it topnotch? Not in any way but it was better than having him use his own hand as a stop for the bleeding.

Freya sighs and sits on the edge of the bed with Aiden as he has an uncomfortable expression on his face from the pulsing coming from his shoulder.

"h-hey..you okay?" Aidens face softens as he looks at Freya. Her face is emotionless. Her eyes looked empty and her fingers tangled themselves.

"huh? Oh yeah..well I should be asking you that. I mean you have a massive chomp out of you" Freya smiles and little and giggles softly as she tries to lighten the mood.

He knew she wasn't okay. I mean he wasn't either. The world is crumbling and who knows what's even happening outside right now. Everything happened so fast they couldn't comprehend what was even going on. What's worse is that they lost their best friend right in front of them.

Eli getting mauled and chewed by that monster haunted all of them. The expression of his face..how it stuck with all of them. His death replaying in their heads, it was disgusting.

"hey..it's gonna be okay frey." Aiden puts a hand on her shoulder lightly and gives her a soft smile. Freya looks back at him and smiles back. Her eyes still lost their shine. She doesn't say anything in response.

Freya gets up from the bed and starts to walk over to her door. Dragging her feet and her head hanging low.

"I'll um leave you here to rest. I'm gonna go downstairs to see gou". Freya leaves through the door and shuts it behind her without letting Aiden respond and leaving him in the room by himself.

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Freya walks down her creaky stairs slowly with her arms crossed at her chest almost as if she was hugging herself. She looks around for gou and sees him standing in front of some old pictures hanging on the wall of freyas family. She slowly walks to him and stands next to him to also look at them.

"...they probably left". Freya says at a slow pace.

Gou turns his head to look at her. He furrows his eyebrows as he tries to understand what she was talking about. Freya turns to look at him back.

"my parents and flynn, They probably left already" Freya turns back at the pictures. "I mean the cars are gone, some of their clothes are gone and I'm sure they took the food.."

Gous sighs. He always knew Freyas relationship with her parents were..something. No one knew why they hated her so much. Was it jealousy because of how successful she was in school. Or was it because she was always a bit on the rebellious side, if she wanted to do something she didn't care what her parents said. She was old enough to make her own decisions and knew they couldn't get on her for it. Flynn on the other hand (her older brother) was their favorite. They'd never tell it to her face but she knew it. Oh how she knew it. And flynn knew it too, bragging in freyas face every shot he could.

Gou opens his mouth wanting to say something but doesn't know what to say. He's tried to not get into his friends business as he knows it's not his place to have a say, that's Aiden's job. But he did have some thoughts about Freyas family, not good thoughts.

"come on..let's go up and talk to Aiden about a plan." Freya suggests. Her voice is quiet almost like a whisper.

"f-freya we can just wait and settle down for a bit if you want-"

"no gou... we'll just talk to Aiden".

Freya voice was stern this time. She was getting more agitated, Gou could tell. Not wanting to make her more angry, gou nodded and silently trailed behind Freya up the creaky wooden stairs.

Freya opens the door belonging to, well now belonging to Aiden. He tenses up but calms down when he sees the faces of his friends.

"hey man" Aiden greets gou with a small smile on his face. He was in a black tanktop, with the bloody bandages just trying to hold the gash on his shoulder in place. His face was a little paler, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and his eyes looked watery like he was on the brink of tears. Gou just assumed it was his body's way of healing itself. It's gonna take a lot out of him presumably.

Aiden's eyes follow Freya as she walks towards the window. She moved the thin blue curtains with one swift motion to get a good look at her neighborhood. She's silent. No movement. Nothing.

Gou looks at Aiden and shrugs. They don't know if they should ask or...

"Freya..you okay?" Aiden asks hesitantly.

Nothing again. She's motionless.

Aiden looks at Gou again. The atmosphere was thick and felt uneasy. Something was wrong.

"freya is something-"

"why did you have to leave him."

"....what are you talking about?"

Leave him? Leave who? What is- gous thoughts get cut off as Freya spins around towards Aiden.

"YOU JUST HAD TO LEAVE ELI!" Freya shouts. Her face turning redder by the minute. She tightens her hands into a fist and grits her teeth.

"Freya you think I wanted to leave him?! You think I did that on purpose?!" Aiden replied back in a slightly louder tone.

"WELL YOU WERE SO ON THE IDEA OF LEAVING WE COULD'VE HELPED HIM FROM THAT..FROM THAT MONSTER!"

"TELL ME THEN FREYA.." Aiden gets up from the bed quickly to get in front of Freya. Not too close that they're touching, but close enough so Aiden can intimidate her.

"TELL ME WHAT WE COULD'VE DONE THEN. I TRIED TO GET THE THING OFF OF HIM I TRIED. BUT YOU SAW WHAT HAPPENED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANTED FROM ME BUT ELI WAS GONNA DIE. ELI IS FUCKING GONE FREYA!". Aiden shouts. He bends down to get to her level. Their faces inches away from each other.

"and what did you do Freya.." he says in a quiet but stern tone. "You just stood there and watched. You did absolutely nothing. If anything.." Aiden takes a finger and points it at her chest

"you're the monster."

"no..I'm not"

"a monster who chose to watch her best friend die, and get fucking mauled"

"..."

"i thought you loved him Freya, turns out you didn't love him enough."

Tears run down freyas face. Her cheeks turn red, and her sniffles fill the dead silent room. Her body is weak at this point, her hands loosen from the fists and she examines the patterns on the wall behind aiden to try and not make eye contact. Aiden stiffens his posture with his hands to his side.

"don't you ever fucking say I didn't help him.." he growls. "I get you're sad and everything is shitty right now, but we have to just get over it Freya. There's nothing we can do anymore." He sits on the edge of the bed still looking at her waiting for a response.

"...."

Aiden sighs, still winching at the pain still left from his shoulder. Gou walks over to the window and gets a good look out for himself.

The streets and sidewalks are filled with them..these zombies.

"shit..we have to get out of here". Gou commands.

"what? why?" Aiden looks at Gou with worried eyes.

Gou, in a panic, starts searching around the room for backpacks or anything that can be used to carry essentials.

"now. We need to leave now."

"are..are they here? Dude I don't think they can open doors"

"that doesn't matter we need to leave"

"gou I'm sure we can just stay until this all settled down.. I mean all we dont have is-"

"protection aiden. guns, ammo, boards to block windows and doors we don't have any of that. How are we going to protect ourselves?" Gou says worriedly

Aiden sighs "and food.."

"Freya do you have bags or anything close?" Gou asks. Freya, still in defeat, points to the closet in the corner.

Gou quickly walks towards it and opens it. He grunts.

"nothing.."

Freya crosses her arms and rolls her bloodshot eyes. "They probably took all the good stuff when they left".

"are you fucking kidding me Freya" Aiden rests his hand on his forehead in annoyance.

"what do you mean 'are you kidding me'.. You think I asked them to take everything?" Freya yells back at Aiden.

"god can you guys just shut up!"

Everyone freezes and turn to look at Gou. Yes he was a quiet guy but it wasn't uncommon for him to talk. But the tone of his voice usually never changes. It was always so monotone. But when he was agitated, you could tell.

"fighting doesn't help or solve any of this. Freya go and look for a backpack or anything around the house. Aiden go be useful and start grabbing things that could help us."

"l-like what?" Aiden says softly.

"oh my god ANYTHING AIDEN! It doesn't matter what you grab just meet up in the living room when you're done"

Freya and Aiden quickly leave the room to start grabbing the things they were ordered to do. Gou takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

Okay...what other places can we even go to. Stores, a police station, farms literally anything but here.

Gou looks out the window.

"damnit"

He sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

What are we gonna do. Come on, you always have the solution. This cannot be the one time you have nothing. Gou come on. Please.

After some time later, Gou makes his way to the living room and sits on the couch nearest to the window. Pondering on whether they should try his or Aiden's house next, or maybe go to the nearest pharmacy. It was starting to give him a massive migraine. And it didn't help seeing the zombies outside, taunting him. He made sure to hide out of the way a bit to make sure they didn't spot him. He didn't know if they were strong enough to break a window, or smart enough to just open the front door.

Freya comes in holding two medium sized backpacks. She throws them on the couch next to gou.

"me and Flynn's middle school backpacks. They're a bit dusty and worn out but they'll work".

Gou nods and starts to inspect the backpacks, checking to see how many pockets there are. How much storage is actually in them. Aiden slowly walks in with some of the same first aids Freya has used on him and some bread slices still left in the packaging.

"that's it?". Gou asks sarcastically.

"well it's not my fault Freya's family obviously left her for dead. They took everything dude" Aiden throws the first aid on the couch as well as the sad package of bread.

"thanks Aiden, it'll still hopefully hold us for a while" Gou snatches the bread in the plastic wrapping and places it in sideways next to the first aids.

Freya crosses her arms and walks to the window to take a good look at her neighborhood. Her eyes sting as tears start to glaze her eyes and blur her vision.

"gou..what..what are we even gonna do." Freya asks timidly. Her eyes soft and her hands rubbing her arms up and down to almost comfort herself.

"what do you mean."

"like what can we do. There's obviously some type of virus or something causing people to turn into..these.."

"which is exactly why we need to go out and find a solution. We can find out where the virus started and try to exterminate it".

Freya turns around to face gou, her arms still crossed and her cheeks flushed.

"and how do you think we can go about doing that..hmm?"

Gou sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose.

"Freya I don't know, okay" gou raises his hands in defeat and lands harshly on the sides of his thighs "All we can do is just try and hope.."

"..."

"..."

"..and what if we die too"

Aiden's eyes widened at the sudden question. "H-hey don't think about that right now-'

"then we die" Aiden looks at Gou with shock. "There's not a lot we can do.."

Gou walks towards Freya and places a hand on her shoulder, looking her in her eyes. "Freya..if me or Aiden die or if there's ever a situation where you need to choose us or yourself..please choose yourself..we need any chance of fixing all of this.."

"I..I don't know gou"

"just promise me you'll try..at least"

"..."

"promise me."

"y-yeah I promise"

Gou sighs and walks towards the couch, grabbing the backpack and making his way to the backdoor. Aiden and Freya follow behind hesitantly.

"we can go through the backyard and sneak past other houses"

"where are we even going dude"

"there's a pharmacy around the corner, we can try to grab a few things in there if there is still some stuff left.. hopefully it's not crowded"

Aiden and Freya nod and wait till he opens the door. After a few more seconds he slowly peaks through the slightly opened door and crouches slowly.

Freya's backyard wasn't very...welcoming to say the least. A sad garden patch with most of the flowers and vegetables rotting away. A shed that looks like it hasn't been touched since the house was even built. It was so broken down and clearly didn't have anything inside.

The group slowly walks outside and makes their way to the neighbors backyards, the sounds of screaming and groans were horrifying. It made Freya's body hurt knowing those were her neighbors who have known her since she was practically born. They were so welcoming and willing to help her with whatever she needed. But now there's nothing she can do for them.

They reach the edge of the houses and peak around to find any type of opening to quickly run past. Zombies and dead bodies filled the streets.

"they look slow...we can jog past without them grabbing us" gou informs the other two.

Freya nods and turns to look at Aiden. His face was getting more pale, he was drenched in sweat and his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.

"a-adien are you okay?"

Aiden looks at Freya and nods.

"are you sure cause you look so much worse than before-"

"I'm fine Freya.."

All the times the group has ever wanted to help Aiden with anything he'd always turn it down. They didn't know if he genuinely didn't want any help or was embarrassed. He was always the strong one in the group, more built than the rest of them, more of a braun type of guy. It was kinda shocking that he even hung out with them. He was the jock type of guy, was on the football team and was in weight class a lot of the time. But every time he finished a game, he didn't run to his team or his parents, watching in the crowd. Probably only went to 2 games during his highschool years. He'd run to his best friends. His number 1 supporters.

"we'll find you some more bandages and stuff when we get inside" gou looks back at the open streets. The road is still filled with zombies, crashed cars and dead bodies.

He waits a few seconds before motioning them to follow him quickly. He gets up and speed walks past the zombies as quietly as possible. Almost tripping over debris and dead bodies. The sounds of the zombies groaning and screeching gave chills.

Freya and Aiden follow behind making sure to follow gous footsteps perfectly. Freya's heart beats extremely fast, she could hear her heartbeat through her ears. The sight of the pharmacy was the only thing able to calm her down slightly.

They make it to the front, somehow not triggering any of the zombies. But the automatic doors were locked.

Gou looks through the glass of the automatic doors, squishing his face into the window. Freya and Aiden look frantically around making sure they're still not seen.

"gou what's happening??" Freya asks worryingly.

"they're not opening" gou sighs and silently curses at himself "we'll have to find another way in I guess"

"or we can just bust the door down" Aiden suggests while walking towards the doors. Gou grabs him by his good shoulder and stops him before he can throw his body at it.

"we can't just use brute strength with stuff like this. We'll just find another door-"

Gous sentence gets cut off. The doors suddenly slide open, revealing others running out of the building. Their arms are filled with medicine, small foods, prescriptions and more.

Shit. Gou realizes that there's probably hardly anything left anymore. The building is now empty...he takes a deep breath and walks in, Aiden and Freya follow behind.

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Okay I was originally gonna keep going but..I'm so tired. I apologize if this is horrible written or boring. I'm not a worker in anyway. If you actually read it and enjoyed it I'm so glad I'll kiss you :3 thank you and I'll make another part at some point.

[queenimmadolla]

Question. What do u think about fics where eddie is cheating on reader? Do u read them? Would u forgive him? I only ask cuz for me once u cross that line i'd never get with u no matter how hard he begs. Idk why but i've seen like 3 Cheating fics today and i dont wanna be hurt. Lol. I wanna say that u have a cheating fic but im not sure.

This is literally the third fucking time I’ve tried to answer this ask because i would type away and tumblr would decided to glitch out to my home screen and erase everything i typed, so please forgive me if I sound aggressive, it’s not towards you at all. I was reading through this ask and thinking “ooh, bestie you’re asking the wrong person cause i have one of those” then i got to the end of your ask lol. I’ve actually been wanting to talk about this for a while so I’m gonna answer you and ramble! numbering them just in case the keep reading thing eats anything (1-5)

1.) I approach these fics with caution. I love angst. Adore it. It is the ultimate plot establisher and mover but i only really like to read angst with happy endings. So I’ll read a fic about Eddie cheating if there’s resolution or if the writer says there will be resolution but there’s only one real way to write a satisfying ending for everyone in this case, although it’s definitely a preference thing as well (whether or not you’d even forgive him because usually people want him dead in this scenario lol). Whether or not I would take him back just depends on how the scenario is written. Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no, but he's also not ever allowed to be happy again in his lifespan or even in death.

2.) Personally, I’m not big on reader forgiving Eddie—even if he seems genuine in his apology—if i haven’t read about him doing enough to be forgiven, you know? Like he’s got to grovel, beg, improve, suffer, chase after reader and go on a fucking journey through the center of the earth, through hell, Olympus, wherever—move fucking mountains to get them back. But usually, you’ll only see a couple of time skips and summaries of what he’s done that we don’t get to see expanded upon. That’s when I’ll go to the comments and see people stating they wish Reader hadn’t forgiven him so easily or something. It’s never the writer’s fault, though. Because writing that satisfactory ending? That’s fucking hard.

3.) I can give you that little summary and probably expand upon it, but actually writing a full fledged resolution? Dialogue? Dictating whether or not Eddie is leaning against a wall when he says something or blinks or licks his lips after his speech, secondary characters, what the fuck is the reader doing at home, are they reading, are they sad, are they on their bed—all those little details that bring the story and characters to life????? They turn that promising summary into something that’ll be over 15k words. And that’s a lot. That’s a lot of dialogue to plan, a lot of movements for characters to make, descriptions of settings, hell even the fucking weather! And it takes FOREVER! That’s why it’s been what, maybe a year almost a year and I haven’t updated To Pieces (but i AM working on it so put down the tomatoes lol). I’ll write out chunks, I’m talking like 4k words and be so dissatisfied with parts or progress because I’ll realize i wrote all that and i still haven’t even gotten anywhere, nowhere near the resolution or meat and potatoes and delete it.

4.) So i don’t blame writers for the time skips or the quick resolution cause it’s really fucking hard to write, kudos to them, give them their flowers. And usually they only do it because people are hounding them for a part two.

5.) But in real life? No. I’m not taking anyone back lol. I’m too hot for that.

Anyways, that was a lot. And that’s what you missed on glee lol.

[gay-saltasaurus]

Ok so I just finished replaying BOTW post TOTK. Not a super detailed replay, just main quests and some of the larger side content.

Now that both are fresh in my mind...what the fuck.

I am legitimately kind of terrified of the team working on these games, they might be too powerful. How did they do this. How the fuck did they manage to hit it out of the park, then come back a few years later to hit it out of the solar system. So many big games are released half finished (looking at you Pokemon), and it would have been so easy to do a cash grab sequel. So many assets, systems, and minor sidequests were reused, as expected, but instead of just making botw+, they went in 100% to build somthing huge on the impressuve foundation they already had. As someone who works in games, I can't stress enough how so many people, in so many disciplines, had to be working at the top of their game for years to pull this off twice. Nintendo also deserves praise for giving the developers the time they needed to go above and beyond (this should be standard, but unfortunately the actual standard is to drive developers to make as much money as possible as fast and as cheaply as possible).

Replaying botw really highlighted how much totk was able to improve. Botw gave the player multiple ways to solve every problem, but the Zonai devices and new abilities make the solutions practically infinite, while somehow still making things challenging. The new abilities also feel more usefull, I think I only used cryonis twice outside of shrines.

There's also the little quality of life changes. I seriously missed being able to drop weapons from the hotbar, swap out an item after opening a chest, easily switch between inventory tabs, the little things that really streamline gameplay.

Totk's story is also made a lot stronger by botw's foundation. Everyone's already talked about botw's loneliness vs totk's theme of connection. But botw also creates emotional connections that totk builds on. Tarrey Town, the construction in Castle Town, the fucking Hateno house. It's similar to the environmental storytelling in botw. And despite Link's Tony Hawk syndrome, you know these npcs. You knew the Hateno kids when they were toddlers. You get to see the people you've met thriving. You know exactly what you're fighting for.

Botw tok a minute to get me emotionally invested in saving Zelda. "Yeah save the princess, I know the drill. You've seen one Zelda you've seen them all." At first I just expected her personality would be improved from Girl to Smart Girl. Then I saw the memory of her trying to force feed Link a live frog and instantly decided I would die for this character, and needed to save her asap. She's a full fledged character with an actual arc across games! And I love her! Yes there are things that could be better, the self sacrifice and not getting to do much in the actual game is an issue, but for what we got I'm pretty pleased with it. Botw got me invested, and totk used that to maximum effect. I saved a lot of the side content because I wanted to know where Zelda was, then when I found out I just couldn't get invested in sidequests because SHE HAS BEEN UP THERE BY HERSELF FOR 10,000 YEARS HOLD ON BABYGIRL IM COMING WE'RE GONNA GET YOU DOWN SOMEHOW.

So with Totk being so good, I have to wonder what's next. First, everyone who worked on this should get a vacation and a raise. And some awards. But after that, I think it might be possible to make this a trilogy. I have no idea where you could go from here, but that's what I thought after botw and look how that turned out. But if the team feels like they're done with this iteration of Hyrule, this is a perfectly good stopping point. There is just one thing I need first. Whether it's in a sequel or a major dlc. I need this Zelda. To not be having a terrible time. Just once. I know saving Zelda is the whole thing for this series, but my god she has been through enough. Just let me go on an adventure with her. You have the technology from the sage avatars. Or if that's too much, let me go in an adventure while she hangs out with Purah or something. Nintendo I'm begging you.

HOLY FUCK THIS IS SO LONG

[byeler]

🌻 + 🍭 for the fic writer asks! (i love love love your work so i am personally very excited to learn a bit more about your personal feelings towards writing - thank you for all you do!)

this is quite literally the cutest possible thing you could've said to me omg. thank you so much!! this is so sweet and kind and i'm definitely not crying shut up!!!!!

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

i know it's a cliche and everyone says this shit but the actual act of writing itself is for me and me alone. what i choose to publish is definitely influenced by other factors but i've been writing for as long as i can remember so i honestly don't think i'd ever give up writing for good. that said!! overall negativity in the fandom makes me a lot less likely to want to post anything. and it doesn't need to be directed towards me - i think i've been very lucky and have had overall positive feedback on my works, but seeing other creators get dragged down realllllly takes the wind out of my sails. i've been in several other fandoms before this one, but something about the byler community in particular is a lot more insular and a lot more demanding than other, bigger fandoms where there's a constant stream of new content and a wider spread of people both producing and consuming it. i'm gonna get off track if i get too into it, but when people get nasty and negative towards someone writing a fanfiction it's. um. not exactly inspiring.

honestly not 100% what exactly keeps me writing. it's definitely a way for me to process and probably my healthiest coping mechanism, but that's not really a conscious choice that i make. sometimes i just got shit to say so i say it to my documents folder lmfao

🍭why did you start writing?

mentioned this earlier but i just!! always have!! i was a huge reader even when i was very young, and that turned to writing my own stories very quickly. and even before i was actually writing them down, i would just make up all these stories that i'd tell my siblings before bed or i'd also just. lie a lot lmfao. i don't remember when exactly i started writing full-fledged, legible works but i have a thousand journals of half-finished novels scattered across my room that date back to when i first learned to literally write. i started because i've never known anything else!!

[thenokistation]

The Mystery Club in... "Digging Up the Past"

This story isn't meant to stand on its own. It's really just to get the idea for the story out of my head until I come back to it later. Enjoy!

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The box was filled with memories. My first prize ribbon for the Jr. Skate Contest. The fluff newspaper article on us opening the Mystery Club Agency Enterprises Incorporated. The first wood plank that broke when we were building the treehouse. Elle’s watercolors of the area around the treehouse. The voodoo dolls Abby made with that ‘witch’. A bunch of notes from our various cases. Pictures of Abby’s trip to the hospital after she fell out of the treehouse.

Okay; more than half of it had to do with the treehouse, but the treehouse was important and we couldn’t fit that in the time capsule.

That was when it really hit me, actually. When Abby was sealing the thing shut, I realized we weren’t gonna be able to see these memories again until we were adults. Or, unless Abby somehow convinced her parents to move back.

Abby and Elle weren’t phased by it as much as I was; I didn’t let that show, though.

“So where should we bury the dang thing?” Abby asked.

I grabbed the thing out of her hands. “I’m thinking the abandoned house on the hill. Nothing says mystery like a place that’s haunted.”

Elle eeped and cried, “No, no, no! You said that when we were trying to set up an HQ and that’s the same reason we didn’t put it there.” With swiftness only she could manage, she took the box from me and held it away. “How about that nice flower grove we found in the woods? It’ll be a nice place to come back to in a few years.”

I tried to take it back, but Elle’s been surprisingly strong. “The haunted house!” I shouted, straining for it.

“With the flowers!”

We both fought for the box until Abby had enough and put her own hands on it. “Alright, girls. I’d rather not have one of my last memories of us together be you two fighting. I’ll find somewhere to put this while you two kiss and make up.”

I rolled my eyes.

Abby took the box and walked away. I swear she was heading toward the forest, but I could never figure out exactly where she went. Either way, that was the end of that.

Until now.

Six years later and the three of us are back together. Out past midnight, our clothes covered in dirt as we shovel our way down into the earth of the flower grove.

On the one hand, this-- I glance to my companions-- supposed reunion is happening years before I ever thought it would. We’re high school juniors now, not full-fledged adults. On the other is the circumstances of it all and how much we’ve changed.

“Hurry up, Moxie!” Elle shouts at me.

“I am hurrying up!” I argue back. “I just don’t want to get my clothes dirty.”

“How are you worrying about pants right now?”

“I like these pants.”

Elle sighs and turns to the blonde. “Abigail, you’re sure this is the place. Right?”

The third member of our trio nods. “I don’t remember it too well, but it’s not too much deeper. Another foot at most.”

“Another foot at most,” I repeat, mockingly. “Elle, how do we know this isn’t some wild goose chase?”

“Don’t call me that,” Elle says.

“Call you what?”

“Elle! It’s Pastelle.”

“It’s a nickname!”

“We’re not friends. You don’t get to use nicknames.”

The only one of us still digging shouts, “Would you two shut it and get back to work?”

I groan, but do as she says. I’m not happy about any aspect of this, especially since nobody answered my question.

But then, we strike paydirt. Or, rather, I hit wood and my heart stops. I glance toward Elle, whose eyes are wide despite the fact she believed it was here. Maybe some sane part of ehr was still holding out.

The two quickly get to uncovering the box while I seize up in anxious terror.

The box is much larger than our time capsule. It’s wooden and has strange curled lines painted all over it in red and black like disgusting, dripping vines.

We all sit in silence, hesitating to do what we obviously need to do. Even she looks nervous.

Of course, it’s Elle who breaks through the tension.

“Hold your breaths,” she says, grabbing the side of the box and beginning to pull up.

I’ll spare you the details of how exactly Abby looked. I will tell you that I vomited and the only thing that kept me from running away was my legs giving out before I could. Elle just put her hands to her mouth and squeaked out, “Oh my god.” 

The third among us just stared down into the box, at Abigail Tops’s corpse.

“Do you believe me now?” The girl asks. “I woke up in this body today. I don’t know how or why. That’s why I need you guys’s help.”

The relief and terror and anger and urge to cry inside me boils over and I shout, “How does this prove anything?”

“Think about it. Pastelle, you understand, right?”

Elle gulps down bile and nods. “Because only two people could know where a corpse that stayed hidden for six years is. The murderer…”

“Which, if I was, I’d have no reason to show this to you.”

“Or the victim.”

[skelswritingcorner]

Patchouli's Revenge: Lavandula Spica | Prologue

This is an original series that I'm writing and plan on publishing as a light novel (which means I need to draw stuff). I've posted stuff related to this story on this blog before, but this is a full-fledged chapter out of... about 30 more of the story. I'll explain the chapters and synopsis in the masterpost.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, mentions of Sad Beige Moms, Religion

Word Count: 2.4K

The two young girls walked up the quiet road, illuminated only by the light of the crescent moon. The older one, with crimson hair and purple horns on top of her head, held the hand of the younger purple-haired girl whose hair was in a side ponytail cascading off her right shoulder. As they walked up the cobblestone path, they walked up to their destination; a simple building built with bricks colored similarly to the path they just walked upon.

The older girl knocked the brass knocker, shaped like a flower. One. Two. One. A secret code with every drum of the brass hitting ancient wood. Soon, the door opened to a middle-aged woman, smiling at the two girls.

“You must be the little sister Rose was referring to. We prepared a room for you already. It’s plain for now, but there is a desk for you to write and a bookshelf for your journals.” Her voice was warm, like sitting in front of a hearth after an especially cold day outside.

The younger girl tensed her hand around her older sister, tears welling up. “Is Rose staying with me?”

The older girl, Rose, shook her head. “Hey,” she knelt down, turning to her baby sister, “I know how you feel right now. If I could, I’d stay with you, but mother would put together a search party if she found out that I was gone for too long. I’m fifteen, I can handle her abuse.”

The purple-haired girl quivered, “But… she’s still mean. At least she ignores me most of the time.”

“And she shouldn’t. She never addressed any love to you, that’s why I asked the clergy here to take you in. I want you to know what love is, since father can’t be with us.” Rose rebutted, “Lavender, I promise that I will find you again. I don’t expect you to use your current name in the future, I know that once I’m old enough I’m gonna change it. When we meet again, tell me your new name, will you?”

Through choked sobs, Lavender nodded. Rose procured something from her bag, giving it to her sister. Lavender opened it, seeing two bright pink ribbons. Her eyes widened, looking at her sister. “How did you… mother would be mad if you brought something so colorful in her presence.”

Rose put a finger to her lips and winked, “Shhh, it’s a secret. Actually, dad wanted me to give it to you. He asked me to while you were fast asleep.”

Lavender nodded, turning to the clergy member.

“Are you ready, my child? I’ll bring you to your room so you can go to bed.” The sister asked.

Lavender nodded, before hugging her sister one last time, “Thank you… I hope I see you again.”

Rose returned her sister’s embrace, “Me too, sis. Who knows, maybe we’ll see each other in ten years.” After both sisters ended their final embrace, a mouth full of teeth opened up behind Rose. Lavender didn’t freak out at this, she knew that was what Rose’s portals looked like. With a final wave, Rose walked through the portal, which closed its mouth and disappeared once Rose went through.

Readjusting her bag, Lavender walked with the clergy member to the annex of where the clergy lived and slept. “I’m Sister Helga,” she introduced herself, “I’m the head of Skuld Church, you could call me a priest.”

“Church?” Lavender tilted her head, “What deity is worshipped here?”

Sister Helga nodded, “We worship Gimle, the god of bonds. Friendship, romantic, familial, marriage, all of that. She also took in orphans, allowing them to use her name as their surname. I hope that you’re alright with using her name as your surname.”

Lavender shrugged, “That’s fine, but I want to pick a new name for myself. I don’t have a problem with the name itself, but my mom’s the one who chose it and… I’m sure Primrose told you how my mother is already, Sister Helga.”

“That’s perfectly alright with me. Ah, we’re here.” Sister Helga stopped at a door, with an empty namecard in front of it. The door had flowers painted on it that Lavender did not recognize.

Helga opened the door, leading Lavender to a quaint room. There was a full-sized bed in one corner, with simple midnight blue blankets and periwinkle bedding. Lavender was relieved at the absence of beige. The furniture was wooden in a rich mohagony, with a bookshelf with a cabinet on one side next to a desk facing the window. The pink curtains were closed, but the faint moonlight from the outside shone in through the blackout.

Sister Helga glanced at the young girl, “Glad that there’s no beige in sight, huh? Your sister told me. Our god always loved vibraint jewel and pastel tones, so we didn’t have to change anything here. We also got clothes for you, you can change into some sleepwear and go rest. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the clergy once you’re rested.”

Lavender nodded, placing her bag gently upon the desk. Once Sister Helga closed the door, Lavender changed out of her beige ensemble and into the black pajama shirt and pants that were neatly folded on the bed. After taking off the beige ribbon on her hair, Lavender laid down on the bed.

She is finally free of her mother. Is a place of worship ideal for a little girl to live? It isn’t, but Lavender is glad that she is away from her mother’s suffocating presence at last.

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When Lavender gets up, the sun is shining through the gap in the curtains. Next to her bag, some clothes are neatly folded with a note on top of them. She hops off the bed and reads the note.

Welcome to our clergy, young one. The sisters of the church can’t wait to meet you! These clothes are hand-me-downs from both members of the clergy and people who attend the church. We also bought you a few packs of fresh underwear. They’ve been washed and are in the drawers of the dresser next to your bed. Sister Agnes and I are going to take you around the church today. There are no services to do, so don’t worry. ~Sister Helga.

After reading the note, Lavender set it aside and looked at the clothes. They were mostly black dresses and other black pieces of clothing, like leggings. After putting some of them away in the dresser, Lavender grabbed the clothing she wanted to wear and put it on. It was a simple ensemble, a long-sleeved black dress that went past her knees and black leggings. She didn’t have any other pairs of shoes, likely since they didn’t want to accidentally give her a shoe too big or too small to fit. Guess Lavender has to continue wearing her sad little beige shoes for now. After putting everything on, she placed her pajamas in the hamper before opening the door to her room.

There were several members of the clergy walking around, some talking amongst themselves while cleaning. In the corner of her eye, Lavender noticed Sister Helga talking to a younger clergy member, most likely Sister Agnes. Lavender walked up to the two, who promptly greeted her.

“You’re the one we took in last night, correct?” The younger of the two asked, “I’m Sister Agnes, I hope you’re alright with me accompanying you and Sister Helga to show you around?”

Lavender nodded, “I don’t mind.”

Sister Agnes clapped her hands together, “Alright! Where would you like to go first, the patchouli fields, the church itself, or the kitchen?”

Lavender thought for a moment. Her mother never allowed flowers anywhere near her mansion, and the kitchen was one of the few places Lavender wasn’t allowed since she could cause an accident. “Can I go to the patchouli fields?” she asked.

“Yes, we can. Come with us, we’ll take you there.” Sister Helga offered her hand to Lavender, who took her hand. The three of them walked outside the annex, and to the fields of purple flowers.

There were little stone paths around the fields, and the gentle breeze wafted the earthy scent to Lavender’s nostrils. It felt pleasant and familiar at the same time. Why was it familiar to her?

“I want to go by the name of the flowers here. What were they called again?” Lavender asked the sisters. Helga looked shocked for a moment, with Agnes equally as so.

“They’re called patchouli. I assume you want to be called Patchouli, correct?” Sister Helga asked.

Lavender, no, Patchouli, answered, “Yes. I would like to be called Patchouli, if that’s okay.”

The two sisters nodded, “Alright then,” Agnes said, “we’ll file you in as Patchouli Gimle in the documents.”

Patchouli nodded. Being referred to as a name that isn’t the one her mother gave her at birth made her feel happy. She could get used to this name with time.

Sitting down next to the field, Patchouli reminisced about her life so far. She only lived ten years so far, but those ten years were filled with neglect from those who were meant to love her. This was the first time a person of authority treated her like a person, and not just a ghost. The only person who actively paid attention to her was Primrose, and now Patchouli has no clue when she will get to meet her older sister again. Given their five-year age gap, and how Patchouli was treated by the rest of her family, one would expect Primrose to also ignore her little sister. Primrose knew better than that, having had more time spent with their loving father before his exile. She doted on Patchouli in private, and was the only one that truly cared for her in that forsaken mansion.

“You look like you’re about to cry, are you alright?” Agnes knelt down next to Patchouli, reaching out a hand to rub her back. The sensation made tears flow from her eyes, as silent tears flown down her cheeks. Agnes grabbed a hankerchief, wiping the tears. “You must’ve had a hard live before you came here, didn’t you? Don’t worry, we’re here for you. Cry the tears you need to cry, we have time.”

So Patchouli sobbed, sobbing into the hankerchief that Agnes gave her. She sobbed so hard that snot came out of her nostrils, and she sobbed and sobbed until the tears no longer flowed.

Once she was done with her crying, Patchouli looked up at the two Sisters. “Thank you… thank you both so much.”

“Oh, you poor girl,” Sister Helga embraced the young girl, “you must’ve had such a hard life if something like this is enough to make you cry. Don’t worry, we’ll be here for you.”

After a while, Patchouli got up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. “I think I’m done here, can we go to the kitchen?”

The two sisters nodded, beckoning Patchouli to follow them back into the church and to the kitchen part of the annex.

When the three arrived, the kitchen was relatively quiet. Nobody was in there other than the two sisters and the young girl. Helga grabbed a cup from the cabinets, filling it with water and giving it to Patchouli. “Here, have some water,” she said, “Don’t worry if you drop it, this is a plastic cup. It won’t shatter on the ground if dropped. If you’re worried about possibly dropping it, then there’s a table over there where you can drink it.” Helga gestured to the small circular table with a few chairs nearby, where Patchouli went to sit down.

Patchouli drank the water from the cup cautiously. Even though she knew it was unlikely for the sisters to get mad at her, she still remembers how her mother exploded at her when she dropped a plate on accident. Hopefully, with time, she won’t be so afraid of dropping glassware, but for now it still scares her even if it’s purple-hued plastic.

After Patchouli finished drinking the water, she went to the sink to put it in, looking at Helga for assistance.

“Do you need help?”

After nodding in confirmation, Helga walked over to show Patchouli how to clean the cup; grabbing dish soap, a brush, how to scrub the cup, rinse it, and put it on the drying rack next to the sink. It was something foreign to Patchouli, given how her mother had servants to clean, but Patchouli enjoyed it. She often spent time with the servants, they pitied her enough to be somewhat kind to her. The time one of them peeled a fruit and gave it to her to scarf down since she seemed hungry is a memory she fondly holds onto. How is she, anyway? Hopefully she didn’t get in trouble with mother because of her.

●●●

It was quite the day for Patchouli. Picking out a new name for herself, experiencing genuine kindness from those who barely knew her, and being around people who gave a care was quite overwhelming. But now, it was time to do something that Patchouli was reluctant to do: burn the clothes she came to the church wearing.

It was the only color she was allowed to wear throughout her childhood, that emotionless beige tone. Patchouli hated it. If her mother could get away with it, her hair and horns would be mutilated into those depressing hues too. The sisters of the church were willing to help her burn the clothes, as they had a bonfire on the church grounds.

Placing the folded dress upon the charred wood, Patchouli waited for Sister Agnes to cast the spell. The spell that would set the clothes aflame. Stepping a few paces back as to not get burned, she waited in anticipation of what would occur.

“Are you sure about this, Patchouli?” Agnes asked. With a nod of assurance, she extended her right hand to cast the spell. With no words said, a rune showed up above the beige dress, and soon it was covered in flame.

Patchouli could only look at the clothes in contempt. Burning those clothes meant that her mother no longer had control over her, and that Patchouli could have a life that wasn’t controlled by her tyrrany. No more Lavender. Lavender died long ago. Now, she is Patchouli Gimle.

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[digi-dest-stories]

Miraculous Destiny AU Plot Ideas

These will not be in order, mostly because I haven't actually figured out an order yet.

Grief: Dia is faced with horrible grief on the day of her father's death, causing her to be akumatized (Villain name pending - Kinda star/gaseous themed). She sprays out wispy bullets that explode into mist upon contact. Anyone in the mist will experience extreme grief and a lost loved one will appear with them. Also Leatherhead's first appearance in the AU.

Origins: Origins for how the Takeshis got their Miraculous, where some missing characters are held, and where the other Miraculous are. The main two Akumatized victims in this are Digimon, a Darcmon who turns into a Salamon at the end.

Monster: Henrietta focused! And Gary loses the miraculous of the fox. That's not the full plot but that's what I'll share.

New Kid: Tobias appearance. He meets Sammi and co., learns what it's like to be in a school, and faces down with an Akumatized Digimon. Then he also gets Akumatized, though no one figures out the reason why. Thankfully the heroes save him fast

Death: Related to that one drabble where Henrietta died and was brought back by the Miraculous Cure. She's still a bit traumatized by the incident, which is understandable, so she gets Akumatized.

CyberBullying: A bit of a darker plot, featuring Finn as the Akumatized victim. Grayson gets to help, but doesn't get a Miraculous.

Horror: Inspired by Horrificator! Instead of a person Akumatized though, it's a Digimon. The Digimon that stars in this is Wendigomon, who traps our intrepid heroes and their classmates inside the school. She doesn't hurt anyone, just kinda hides them away. Terriermon gets to appear in this!

Jealousy: This is gonna be a repeated plot point lol. Not too often though, because that would be boring. The Akumatized Victim in this is Vivi and always takes a "hostage". I might give her different forms each time.

These ones are kind of like "Villain of the Day" plots. Some have lore importance, some are just filler, etc. I say this because I am planning on making this AU a full-fledged story later, when I have more time. I even got some specials planned lol

[igbylicious]

asdjksdjksdjk ISAK!!!!!! (ฅ́˘ฅ̀)

ahhhhh pls you already said it yourself but yeah, no explanation is owed <3 above all else, it just sucks that you've been doing bad, i hate that for you :// i hope this is a sign things are improving, and that it keeps getting easier for you to do fun things and do fandom stuff the way you want to again ♡♡♡

(and if that means that i now get to kick my feet and flap my hands over a 'proper' Isak reblog™, then that is just an amazing treat as a secondary side-effect for me askjdjkds (≧◡≦)♡ (fr, big big flappy hands <3<3))

(heck, i've been kinda stumbling around too; i totally get that sometimes life forces you to put things in the backseat :// manifesting a better 2025 for us both OR ELSE!! *squares off w/ the universe* (૭ˇò_ó)૭ )

ANYway! <3

San pretending to be tired of him too hdjnfhjs<3 sillie

San was just being a lil grump for having to fight down a boner when like half of their friends were right inside uwu ♡ Wooyoung remains forever and always the MVP of this trio (´꒳`)♡

Not them actually having a moving day bingo card pffff  that’s amazing 

hehe the trio is all abt using some silly life hacks to put a bit of fun in Big Stressful Happenings like moving! ♡

:’))))))))))

they've both come so far together :')

Mullet woo!!!!! thank you igby for this gift :’D 

i had to do it asdkjsdjksdjk this haircut has a tender death-grip on my sanity <3 originally he was gonna dye his hair red again bc Halazia-Woo-my-beloved, but then the comeback happened and ugh the mullet is just so beautiful on him :') i'm consumed by the wistful yearning to twirl & play w/ his hair forever :')

oh m  y god.  fuck. that’s so hot. i’m glad Reader had a peek and was able to describe this very important scene.

lbr, totally worth the 'punishment' <3 esp since she got to watch them in the end anyway hehe :3

Reader is so cute here = u= just a little silly 

reader being like [surprised pikachu.jpeg] when her usual tactics to butter up the dom don't get her what she wants :o

The “crescendo” of this first round was so fucking good, with Reader and Yunho watching woosan = u= San was the perfect amount of mean and rough. He smacked Woo’s cock into orgasm?? hello???? And Woo was beautifully wrecked. Such a little mess <3 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <3 fr i'm always SO happy when you're happy w/ how Woo gets ruined!!! (°◡°♡)

DYING for the way they talk about Woo like he isn’t there. Vague objectification vibes, which is a sure 10/10 kink for me personally. 

i feel you, ngl this type of talk might be one of my top favourite things abt writing moresomes (♡ ˙ ︶ ˙ ♡)

IGBY!!! Wooyoung all but sobbing underneath Yunho as he’s trying to fit inside him, the emphasis on how small he is in comparison, ho wrecked he is 😭it’s so good 

again: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! <3 the two moments of Woo having his turn w/ San & then Yunho were def two highlights for me to write asdjkskdjsdjk SERIOUSLY I'M SO EXCITED YOU ENJOYED THOSE (also true story i often use 'is Wooyoung wrecked enough to suffice as an offering to Isak?' as a mental check-point to decide if i need to amp up a sub!woo scene more asdjksdjksdjk <3)

The brief YunSan praise and kiss were so lovely = u= i bet it’s so nice for San to have that bit of verbal approval from his “mentor” even though he’s a full fledged dom of his own now!

asdjksdjksdjk i'm super stoked you liked this & the lil San roasting moments!!! imo sometimes there just needs to be space for a bit of laughter during sex :'3 and yes San can handle the teasing, but he def still deserved some validation after all that ♡ plus, Yunho knows perfectly well that his protégé has a big ol' praise kink hehe (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

(besides, i couldn't not have a Yunsan moment! they're one of my favourite ships after all <3 (tho ironically i usually prefer my Yunho's in that ship as the biggest softest sweet pleasure doms lol))

Of course theyre watching spiderman ahahaaah <3

whiway yunho may be a hard dom in the sheets but still a total spidey nerd in the streets! (⁀ᗢ⁀)

welp time for me to get a lil a lot sappy ilu Isak and genuinely i hope nothing but good things come for you in the new year ♡ ik i'm kinda... distant within the fandom bc of my own messy stuff but pls know you're legit one of my very fave ppl here (which btw you also would've been if you never even read my stuff lol, i just love your sense of humour and the amazing vibes you & your blog bring to my dash <3 the fact that one day you came across whichever way and decided to give it a shot? yeah i consider myself real damn lucky for that one <3<3<3)

whichever way: crossed roads [yunwoosan x reader]

pairing: yunwoosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 15k

summary: Yunho never got to have the threesome he wanted with San and Wooyoung — but he sees no reason to complain, not when he gets to have a foursome with you instead.

note: this is a oneshot sequel to my series whichever way. imo it’s prob more fun w/ context & the start will be less confusing, but this fic is like 90% sex so if you’re just here for the smut then i’m sure you’ll still have a good time ♡(>ᴗ•)

warnings: OH BOY GET READY. foursome, dom Yunho & San, sub Wooyoung & reader, m x m, triple penetration (you have three holes for a reason), bigdick San but monstercock Yunho, voyeur reader, soft cnc play, body worship, hand kink, dirty talk, subspace, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hand-on-throat, choking, dumbification, objectification, praise & degradation kink, spanking, pussy slap, cock slap, fake sweet Yunho my beloved, reader wears a babydoll, tie as an improvised blindfold, partially clothed sex, blowjob / face fucking, cum play, footjob (reader receiving) (sorry not sorry), dacryphilia, thigh-fucking, cockwarming, vaginal/anal fingering/sex, cumshots, creampies, buttplug (for Woo), mention of fisting, lowkey marathon sex, no condom in sight, nicknames for reader (good/pretty girl, sweetheart, baby, pervert, cockslut, toy, cocksleeve), aftercare, off-screen kink negotiation

a/n: features a soft-bodied aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns & is in an established QPR w/ Woosan. she’s called ‘little’ but like cute/demeaning, not a reflection on physical size

a/n²: anyway this fic is for the readers who love their rightful place on the fujoshi throne, but also want to be worshipped in the center of attention like the royalty they are <3

“So uh… is having sex together still on the table?”

Wooyoung looks around him expectantly. The grin on his face is cheeky, but the question completely serious.

“Woo, really?” San pinches the bridge of his nose, his cheeks still flushed, but he’s slowly recovering from the the series of curve balls thrown past him in the past minute.

Meanwhile, you are struck by the most intense feeling of deja vu, a memory echoing through your head of that fated question Wooyoung once asked you:

“Did you like the view?”

…Well. You had just been staring at Yunho’s hands. You glance at him again, his handsome face and soft tousled hair, the easygoing confidence with which he holds himself — and you can’t deny that you also like this view very much indeed.

Yunho bursts out in a surprised laugh at Wooyoung’s question, hiding his mouth behind one of those distractingly large hands. “Hey now, you aren’t saying that out of pity, are you!”

“Pity?” Wooyoung snorts, offended at the suggestion. “Come on Yunho, you know me better than that.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right, I do,” Yunho hums, contemplative. His eyes, usually bright and alive with joy, are now pinned on you with dark interest, studying your reaction to all of this.

You shiver at his intense gaze, wondering if the hard glint in Yunho’s gaze is a glimpse of what he’s like as a dom.

You’ve asked San questions about his past with Yunho, of course, but never pressed beyond what he willingly shared. Instead you buried your curiosity; you always assumed you’d never experience them as a team in the bedroom anyway, so why torture yourself with impossible fantasies?

But that is where Wooyoung is different from you; the bold, wise, Wooyoung, who knows better than to make assumptions. Who knows you can always just ask.

(Fuck, you need to thank him later.)

Now all your dormant curiosity comes flooding to the surface, giving your vivid imagination free reign. You swallow and reflexively reach up to brush your hand over your throat, wondering what it’d feel like to have those long fingers there instead.

Yunho’s eyes follow the movement, burning heat into your skin. His tongue prods the inside of his cheek, so briefly you almost miss it, then he turns to San.

“Well, how about it, San-ah?” he says, a playful grin curling around his lips. “A reunion, for old time’s sake?”

San lets out a deep, slow sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. But it’s not a ‘no’; you recognise the look in his eyes for what it is. Fluster, yes — but his embarrassment is rapidly overwhelmed by something else entirely, sharp and smouldering. You’ve often seen that look on him before, for the first time right after Wooyoung asked you how you liked the view, so long ago by now.

Seems like San likes the view too.

“Fuck, you guys are unbelievable,” he breathes with a wry chuckle, biting his lip as he looks over you, Wooyoung and Yunho. “Yeah. Why the hell not? Let’s fucking do it.”

It just doesn’t seem right, but somehow life still goes on as normal after an earth-shaking conversation like that. So there you are the next afternoon, unpacking the last boxes from the move like it’s a perfectly ordinary day.

Wooyoung is already back to work at the flower store so it’s just you and San, filling up the half-empty bookcase. Each of you are going through a pile of games; you are sorting tabletop games, while San handles the console ones.

But while life might appear to go on like normal, there are definitely a few charged looks between you and San. Like you’re sizing each other up all over again, imagining all the ways he could wreck you with the help of his old partner-in-kink. A faint buzz of anticipation tingles across your skin, your mind constantly gliding away from the stack of cardgames that you’re supposed to organise.

Not much has been set in stone yet; you couldn’t exactly hash out all the dirty details on the spot, on a balcony with the door wide open and half your friends right inside. Instead Yunho promised he’d check his work calendar and text to set a date for a proper talk tomorrow, and that was the end of it for that day.

(The end of talking about it, at least. Your thoughts had still been going a thousand miles an hour, even into the night. You did have a relaxed morning with San and Wooyoung, quietly celebrating your first breakfast in the new apartment with a big spread of food, but now those thoughts are picking up speed again.)

“So. Yunho, huh?” you finally say, trying to sound casual as you speak the unspoken between you and San.

He snorts. “Yeah. Yunho. Gotta say, didn’t have that on my bingo card for our official moving in day.”

“And what a shame too,” you shake your head with a dramatic sigh. “You came so close to winning!” (But Wooyoung had taken the victory when ‘Seonghwa knocks over a pot of paint’ gave him a full column down the middle of his card.)

“Don’t remind me!” San pouts. “All I needed was you breaking a glass or a mug, I thought I had it for sure. You really let me down there.”

“Pff what? Sorry I guess??” you say, rolling your eyes, but then give him a cheeky little grin. “What are you gonna do, punish me for not being clumsy enough?”

San raises an interested eyebrow. “Could, yeah…” he says, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip in consideration. “Could even ask Yunho to lend me a hand, I suppose.”

A heat creeps up your neck. “A hand, huh?” you say, trying and failing to sound casual.

“Yeah, you like his hands, right?” he grins.

You let out an embarrassed groan. “Ugh, am I really that obvious?”

“Eh, to be fair, not many people who don’t likes Yunho’s hands,” San says, but his grin widens before you can rejoice too much. “But yes, yes you are. Totally obvious.”

You shoot him a heavy side-look. “Don’t get too cocky, mister ‘openly checked out my ass the day after he moved in next-door to me’!”

“What can I say, it’s a good ass!” he laughs, rosy blush colouring his cheeks. Still, San gives you a thoughtful once-over. “So, is that the kinda direction you’d like this to go in? Might be useful if we hash out some of that stuff among ourselves before we do any negotiation with Yunho.”

“Oh! Actually, about that…”

“Hm?” San encourages you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

You bite your lip. A thought had struck you yesterday, after you and the guys had gone back to work. A thought that hasn’t let go of you since then.

“Well, you trust Yunho, right? As a dominant?”

“Completely,” San says without hesitation. “Wouldn’t let him in the room with you and Wooyoung if I didn’t.”

“Then… are you okay with it if I sit the negotiation out? Leave things up to you guys?”

San frowns, a mixture of surprise and confusion. “You… don’t want a say in what’ll happen?” he says, looking at you so intently that a wave of self-consciousness washes over you.

“Yeah, kinda? It’s just— It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone but you and Wooyoung, and there’s something exciting about an unknown factor in the bedroom, you know? Not that I’m bored with you!” you add quickly, not wanting San to get the wrong idea. He can be a little sensitive, sometimes. “But… I just like the idea of not knowing Yunho. What kind of dom he is, what things he’s into, what he will do. Does that makes sense?”

Even now, you absent-mindedly rub your thighs together, feeling yourself get worked up at the thrill of the unknown. To have no idea how San and Yunho plan to break you down into bite-sized pieces for their enjoyment, or all the ways you’ll get to watch them do the same to Wooyoung, fucking the brat out of him until even the insatiable is sated.

“Hmm, yeah, makes sense,” San nods, looking you over thoughtfully. “So you want me to talk with Yunho for you then? …You trust me that much?”

There is a softness to his question, touched to have your safety and pleasure placed into his hands — but the flicker of heat behind his eyes does not go unnoticed either. Trust is important to San, more than anything else, and you can tell this does something to him on multiple levels, some of which have nothing to do with softness.

You give him a crooked grin. “Hey. Wouldn’t let you in the room with me if I didn’t.”

San rolls his eyes at your teasing, but his lips can’t help a happy, pleased grin. “Okay, yeah I’m in,” he says, anticipation deepening his voice as his gaze wanders over your body, your skin prickling wherever his eyes go. “I’ll ask Yunho if he’s alright with it too.”

Excitement flutters in your stomach at his intense look. Maybe these cardgames can wait a while longer before putting them away…

Just as you’re about to super subtly suggest to take a break, both of your phones suddenly buzz in quick succession. Must be Wooyoung, you think, sending you a selfie from work or something — but no, it’s not Wooyoung.

The text is from Yunho; he has added you, San and Wooyoung to a new groupchat so you can discuss a date together.

“Woah, he’s quick,” you say, taken aback by Yunho’s reliability on the follow-through. When he said he’d text tomorrow, you figured he meant that in the traditional ‘I fully intend to text tomorrow but I’ll probably forget and get back to you in like a week or so’-way.

“You know what? I’ll try calling him right now,” San says, getting up on his feet. “Ask him how he feels about surprising you.”

You bite your lip as San heads to the balcony to make his call; tempted to stop him so he can help you out with this unrelenting heat building up in your core. Damn, maybe the men in your life are a little too reliable on the follow-through.

Undoubtedly they’ll be one hell of a pair… and you’ll have no idea of their plans for you and Wooyoung.

Wooyoung whistles lowly when you step into his and San’s bedroom, and he looks you over with an admiring grin. “Very nice,” he says, drinking in every detail of your sheer lace babydoll in the dimmed light. “Knew I made the right choice.”

The lace, a see-through deep purple, leaves very little to the imagination. Thin straps hold up the negligee, the cups snugly hugging your breasts. Wooyoung lingers on the plunging neckline, his fingers twitching when he notices how your nipples show through the lace. Then his eyes trail further down, to the skirt that barely covers your upper thighs.

You do a little twirl just for show; and it lifts the hemline even higher, giving Wooyoung an unobstructed glimpse of the matching panties underneath.

Usually you don’t fuss too much with lingerie, but it is a special occasion. Wooyoung even picked it out himself. He casually admitted a curiosity for seeing you dolled up in something sexy, after which you obviously had no other choice but to drag him into a store for some shopping.

(He’d been unexpectedly serious about the task, with not a single pervy comment during the whole shopping trip. Instead he perused the store with his brow deeply furrowed, committed to finding something that’d suit you perfectly — and that he did.)

“Now I get why you didn’t let me take a peek in the changing room,” Wooyoung hums, eyes dark. He steps in closer to run his hands over your sides, getting a feel of the textured lace. “Looks even better on you than it did on the rack. Well… the store rack.” He licks his lips, thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts.

Ah, there are the pervy comments. “Lech,” you snort in amusement, but still push his hands down. San had clearly instructed you and Wooyoung to wait, and you’re not about to get into trouble just because Wooyoung can’t keep his hands to himself.

“What? I’m just being appreciative,” Wooyoung says with a wide grin, his fingers now playing with the bottom edge of the babydoll. “Don’t get to see you like this every day.”

“Hm, this isn’t a bad view either,” you admit, eyeing Wooyoung. He’s temptation itself, every inch of him seducing you to defy San’s instructions yourself.

He’s wearing black leather pants, the pair he only hoists himself into when he’s extra keen to impress, combined with an ivory white mesh shirt, oversized and clinging attractively to his shoulders. Usually Wooyoung wears another shirt underneath the mesh, but now only his tan skin peeks through the loosely woven threads. He even got a fresh haircut today — you’d been sceptical when he said he wanted ‘a mullet, kinda’, but now? Now you feel strongly compelled to write his hairdresser a passionate thankyou-note.

You didn’t think it was possible for Wooyoung to reach even higher levels of allure, but the way the long black strands curl against his neck, enough length left on the bangs to fall into his eyes… You haven’t been able to stop touching his hair all day, much to Wooyoung’s poorly-faked chagrin.

(He definitely has the worst poker face you’ve ever seen, constant smiles bullying their way onto his lips whenever you ‘nagged’ him to play with his hair.)

“So you still don’t know what’s gonna happen today, huh?” Wooyoung asks, a dangerous spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Well,” you say, tapping your bottom lip as though deep in thought, “I do have this nagging suspicion we might be having sex. Just an educated guess.”

Wooyoung lets out a breathy chuckle. His fingertips skim over your plush thighs. “Yeah. Maybe.” He runs his tongue over his teeth, looking you up-and-down like you’re a tasty morsel for his consumption. “Or maybe they’ll only let you watch. Sit back while they have their way with me.”

He tugs you a little closer, his mesh shirt brushing up against your lacy bodice. Is he trying to rile you up, or himself?

Your stomach clenches at the thought of only being a spectator. “San wouldn’t be that mean to me, that’s more his style with you,” you argue, but there is a flicker of doubt in your mind. San knows damn well how much you get out of a little voyeurism, so it’s not an impossibility. Often it’d be a source of excitement — but today you’re definitely aching for a little attention yourself.

Wooyoung ignores your objections, too caught up in his little fantasy. “Apparently Yunho is a big boy,” he breathes in your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin, “big everywhere. Sannie says I might not be able to handle him. Want to watch me prove him wrong, see how Yunho stretches me open with that monster cock?”

He giggles at your soft whine, your back involuntarily arching into him.

“Yeah, you’d like that,” Wooyoung murmurs, and presses a firm kiss on your neck. “But it’d be mean to neglect you completely, wouldn’t it? Maybe we should have some fun now, just to be sure.”

Your breath catches as his hands slip under your babydoll, squeezing the back of your thick thighs. His fingers graze against the edge of your panties, perilously close to where heat has started to pool between your legs.

“Wooyoung, no,” you say, reluctantly pushing back against his chest. “S-San told us to wait for him and Yunho.”

“Yeah, so? We can do stuff while we wait.”

Your exasperated laugh comes out as a moan when he nips at your earlobe. “Pff, come on Woo, that’s not what he meant and you know it!”

You make a noise of surprise when Wooyoung suddenly falls down to his knees. “Did he really?” Wooyoung purrs, dangerously, staring up at you with hunger burning in his eyes. “How do you know this isn’t part of today’s plan?”

Wooyoung does not give you time to think about it, pressing his face against your stomach and moaning in adoration of your curves. He mouths at your skin through the chemise, sucking at a soft stomach fold before he gives it a cheeky bite. Wooyoung has never made a secret of how much he loves your body, loves all the places he can sink his teeth into; he made that perfectly clear ever since the first time he laid his hands on you.

“F-fuck, Wooyoung…” you gasp. “I-is it? Part of their plan?”

Wooyoung just hums, continuing to worship you through the lace fabric. Nudging you to spread your legs, his mouth slowly travelling down.

It’s when his fingers brush against the damp spot on your panties that you snap back into reality. “Oh my god, it totally isn’t, right?” you laugh, tangling your fingers through his long hair to pull him away. “You’re just trying to get me into trouble, you pest!”

You playfully scold him, lightly smacking at his wandering hand.

Wooyoung pulls back reluctantly, not a trace of remorse in his wicked smile. “What can I say? Damned if I do, bored if I don’t,” he grins up at you. “But in my defence… it was part of the plan.”

He tilts his head to shoot a meaningful glance past you, at the bedroom door behind.

You turn around on reflex — and startle at the sight of San leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, with Yunho towering right behind him.

“See? Told you,” San says to Yunho, a hint of smugness in his voice.

Yunho cocks his head as he studies the scene in front of him, interest shining in his eyes. “Yeah, you did,” he says, his gaze settling on you.

Both of them are dressed smartly, to the point of intimidating; San wears a crisp black dress shirt and black trousers to match. The top buttons of his shirt are opened, and a simple silver chain hangs around his neck with a small, rectangular tag that rests neatly on his bare chest. He’s rolling up his sleeves, drawing attention to his muscular forearms.

Yunho is also in black, decked out in a full suit. His slacks and fitted jacket have a subtle pinstripe that make him look even taller than he already is, with a dark tie and waistcoat underneath. Thick silver rings glitter on Yunho’s long fingers as he rubs his chin, his eyes burning into you.

“In front of the bed, Wooyoung. On your knees,” San orders sharply. “You had your fun, now it’s our turn.”

Wooyoung shoots you one last, brash grin. He pinches your thigh before he does as instructed, eager to let the others have their ‘fun’.

But San saunters over to you first. He has one hand stuffed in his pocket, running two fingertips over his bottom lip as he circles you, inspecting you almost casually.

“Pretty,” he finally says, coming to a stop right in front of you to rub the sheer fabric between his fingers. San’s arm flexes as he moves, his black shirt wrapped snugly around his biceps — and there is something maddening about the knowledge he needed to have it custom fitted, his shoulders too wide for most off-the-shelf dress shirts.

“Be nice to Yunho, hm?” he says, not even looking at your face, more interested in the generous exposure of cleavage. “Don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on you just because Wooyoung’s got my cock down his throat. Best behaviour.”

“I will, Sannie,” you hum, a warm flutter in your chest at the hidden reassurance of him watching you. “I’ll behave.”

San pecks your cheek and walks past you to sit down on the bed in front of Wooyoung, legs spread as he runs his hand through Wooyoung’s long hair. Excitement sparks through you at the thought of what they’re about to do — but you’re distracted from the thought when a big, warm hand comes to rest on the small of your back.

“Come,” Yunho rasps by your ear, giving you a little push towards the bed. “Let’s get to know each other a little more.”

You follow meekly, hypnotised by the heavy gravitational pull of his aura, intense and shrouded in mystery. Everything about him is unknown, except that San trusts him implicitly; which means that you do too.

The dark sheets rustle as Yunho tugs you onto the bed with him, guiding you into his lap as he sits up against the headboard.

You settle on Yunho’s thighs, your heart thumping a little louder at the close proximity. You’ve only ever seen Yunho in casual clothes; and he’s already devastating enough like that, a walking personification of the ‘sweet boy next door’-vibe — but the fitted suit hits different.

There’s a cocky, pleased smile on Yunho’s lips at your blatant ogling. He strokes your cheek, his large palm easily cupping your face. A budding fire sparks to life under his touch, fuelled by the skitter of excited nerves at his undivided attention.

Behind you, you hear the faint wet noises of Wooyoung presumably sucking San off; San is groaning lowly, mumbling filthy encouragements to Wooyoung that you can’t quite make out. It’s more than a little distracting, your gaze threatening to drift towards them — until Yunho clasps your chin and guides you back, not as gentle as he could have been.

“Eyes on me,” Yunho warns, raising an eyebrow. He slowly rubs your leg, causing the skirt of your babydoll to bunch at your hips. “You can do that for me, can you?” His thumb digs into your inner thigh. “San told me you’re his good girl. That you listen well.”

You bite your lip at his intense gaze. The sounds behind you fade away into background noise, completely overpowered by the loudness of his thumb grazing against the lace of your panties. Your brain feels a little frazzled already.

“S-San treats me right,” you say, like you owe Yunho some kind of explanation.

Dark eyes pierce into you. “Oh? What if I don’t want to treat you right, though?” Yunho muses, reaching for your neck. “What if I want to tease you until you can’t take it anymore, and then a little more, just because I think you’ll look cute when you squirm and cry?” Ringed fingers drag over the delicate skin of your throat, like he’s testing the fit of his hand. “Would you still be good for me?”

Heat pulses through your blood, focused on where his hand rests. Your lips part to answer him, but all that comes out is a small whimper, your hips shifting in his lap through no choice of your own.

Yunho’s smile widens.

In the past, you’ve caught glimpses of something darker behind Yunho’s golden retriever brightness; but the sweet pup has now disappeared completely, leaving you face-to-face with a shadowed predator, hunger in his eyes. Ready to sink his claws into you.

“You don’t know?” he asks, tilting his head, a taunt hidden in the question. “Hm, you’re a little slow, aren’t you? Guess I’ll have to find out for myself. Let’s see if you can follow one simple instruction.”

“O-one?” You jolt when the nail of Yunho’s thumb scrapes over your panties, dangerously close to your clit.

“Just one,” Yunho hums. “San told me you like to watch him fuck Wooyoung and, well… clearly that’s true. But you’re all mine for now, and I want your full attention. You’re not allowed to look until my say-so, understand? I think you owe me that, for getting to play with them before I did.”

A flash of distress shoots through you at the thought of severing that visual line of connection with San, your trusted, familiar dominant. “But— But San—”

“I’m right here, baby,” San interrupts, his voice coming from right behind you, breath laboured. His hand brushes over the small of your back. “I’ll be here, the entire time. Told you I’d be keeping an eye out, didn’t I? Do as Yunho says.”

San’s firm tone wipes your mind blank, his order flooding through you with tingling warmth. Any illusion of control is gently taken from your hands; you are not in charge here.

“I won’t, promise,” you say, breathless already as your eyes catch Yunho’s, gleaming in dark approval. A pleasant floatiness starts to fill your head like cotton candy. “I won’t look.”

Yunho squeezes your thigh, taking in your show of submission like he’s searching for something. Whatever it is that he needs, Yunho seems to find it in the hazy smile spread across your face.

“Yeah. I’m going to kiss you now,” he says quietly, matter-of-fact; already knowing you will let him.

Despite his warning, your breath still hitches in surprise when Yunho leans forward and — instead of kissing your lips like you expected — his hot mouth presses against your neck. He cradles the back of your head, tongue darting out to taste your quickening pulse.

You whine and instinctively roll your hips into his lap, gasping a quiet “oh fuck” when you press against a sizeable bulge through Yunho’s slacks. The outline only gives you a suggestion of scale, but that is more than enough already; Wooyoung was not messing with you when he called Yunho a ‘big boy’.

Yunho huffs a laugh against your neck as you rock into him. “Needy girl,” he chides, but his hand on your thigh slides back to your ass, encouraging you to move as you please.

And what pleases you is urgency, swirling your hips in rapidly growing desperation. You moan against his mouth when Yunho’s lips finally meet yours in a series of hard, messy kisses, only spurring you on more. His cock twitches against your clothed cunt, and you’re struck with the daunting realisation that he’s not even fucking hard yet.

Behind you, Wooyoung whimpers loudly again, piercing through the fog — but this time you don’t turn around, kissing Yunho harder instead, sucking his tongue into your mouth. You grind into his lap with single-minded need, chasing sharp sparks of pleasure as Yunho matches your frantic rhythm.

Slowly, slick leaks through your panties and dirties his fancy slacks. All inhibitions gone, you push his jacket off his shoulders. Yunho temporarily breaks his hold on you to throw it aside, ignoring how the jacket lands on the floor. You fumble with his tie and the top buttons of his shirt, but eventually manage to reveal a smooth expanse of skin for you to run your hands over. Yunho groans at the touch, his head falling back.

Somewhere in a far distance you can still hear Wooyoung, his moans mingled with dirty wet squelches set in a fast, ruthless pace. You can’t help but respond to his whiny moans with your own, like a desperate call-and-answer between you, but you still don’t look away from Yunho.

“San was right,” Yunho says, eyes lidded as he smiles lazily at your resolve to obey his rule. “You are a good girl after all. So well-behaved for me, aren’t you?”

He delights at how you cry out when he grabs your waist, forcing you to stay in place. “Y-yeah, for you, only you…” you gasp, slumping in surrender of his strong grip.

“Then tell me,” he murmurs, hot breath fanning over your face, “which hole do you want my fingers to stretch out first?”

Something short-circuits in your brain at the word ‘first’. You whimper as Yunho nips at your bottom lip, gently tugging it with his teeth. The decision comes easily, driven by a desperate need for release. “Pussy, please Yunho, need you inside me…”

Yunho’s dark smile widens.

“Good,” he rasps, and boldly cups your clothed mound, “I’ve always wondered what’s so special about this pussy. Just one look at that needy hole and those two couldn’t stay away from you, could they? Always coming back for more until they couldn’t let go of you at all.”

He absent-mindedly toys with your sodden panties through his musings, rubbing his fingertips over your covered slit. You whine and arch your back, shuddering at the indirect contact.

“So sensitive,” Yunho grins. “This’ll be fun.” Finally he pulls the lace aside, and plunges his middle finger right in your drenched cunt.

Immediately Yunho sets a hard pace. He alternates between hard thrusts and delicious curls of his finger, quickly sliding in a second. The stretch has you keening; already you feel the difference between Yunho’s fingers with his thick rings compared to San or Wooyoung’s, hitting deeper inside your twitching cunt.

Yunho keeps your chin tilted up to ply your lips with languid kisses, intense and breathtaking; and a dizzying contrast with the ruthless slam of his wrist. You match his thrusts with shameless abandon, your loud moans almost enough to drown out the wet smacking sounds coming from San and Wooyoung behind you.

Your voice cracks on a strangled cry at a press of Yunho’s fingers against your g-spot, and he giggles at the discovery. “Yeah? That feels good right there?” he asks, his voice sweetly mocking as he hones in on the bundle of nerves. “Fuck, I was right; you do look cute when you squirm. Give me a little more, you can take it. Let’s get you nice and loose for me.”

Dizzy on the burn, you pant slack-jawed against Yunho’s mouth when he adds a third finger, your throbbing walls straining against the intrusion. Your toes curl with every brush of his thumb against your clit, warmth spreading through your body as the overwhelming barrage of sensations crashes over you. Your moans go up in pitch, thighs shaking — until suddenly Yunho’s fingers slow down, shifting away from that perfect angle.

“Poor thing, were you close?” Yunho coos when you sob at the receding high. Gently he strokes your hair, like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing to you. “So clumsy of me, not letting you cum. Here, let me make it up to you, hm? Yeah, that’s it.”

You arch into him with a needy whine when his free hand palms your breast, squeezing harshly. Yunho bends down to suck your nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking against the lace-covered bud. The textured fabric adds to the intensity of his attention, scraping over your skin as he sucks and bites at your tit, drenching the lace with his spittle.

He starts moving his fingers again, curling them in the exact way that had you trembling earlier, and this time he does not stop. You clutch onto his shoulders for dear life, whimpering helplessly as the sharp sparks of overstimulation set in. Your body is hypersensitive from the denial and Yunho gave you no time to come down from it, ruthlessly pushing you towards your limit.

“Too much,” you whine when a fourth finger prods at your entrance, its burn setting you aflame. “Fuck, Y-Yunho, I’m—hmn!— ‘s t-too much, ah ah ahh—”

Yunho releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’, looking up at you with dark, glimmering eyes. “Don’t give me that,” he chastises. “It’s not. Because when I asked San if you could handle this, he said you can. And we both know that he knows your body better than you do.” Yunho’s voice is low with a hardened edge. “So no. It’s not ‘too much’. Just be good and take one more.”

San. San said you can take it. Your brain is like mush, a dazed fog clouding your thoughts. You take it. Not your place to think about these things. It’s not too much. San said so.

You sink freely into the needling blend of pain and pleasure, surrendering yourself to it as you fuck yourself open on four of Yunho’s fingers. San was right; it’s not long before the pain fades, and the only burn left is that of pure bliss.

(There is rustling behind you, the bed sinking under added weight. San growls something inaudible, Wooyoung mewls wretchedly in response. You want to look. You don’t look.)

“See?” Yunho chuckles as you pant against his shoulder, shamelessly humping his hand. “You don’t know the first thing about what you need. Drooling on my shirt while that pretty pussy drools on my fingers. So fucking wet, what a desperate cunt you have. Fucking filthy.”

Your hips jerk when his thumb finds your clit again. The haze of pleasure coils into a tight wire, thrumming through your body. Your pace grows sloppier, erratic, but Yunho is right there, picking up the slack. His free hand kneads the nape of your neck while the other slams into you with rough snaps of his wrist. White-hot pleasure bursts in your core, flooding your system as you cry out hoarsely, your fingers clamping onto Yunho’s jacket as you clench around him with stuttered thrusts, tears brimming on your lashes.

Slowly you ride out the staggering waves, whining pitifully with every aftershock. You slump against Yunho’s chest, breathless and spent, but still moaning in dissatisfaction when his fingers slide out your cunt, stretched open beyond what you thought you could take.

Your head spins as you gasp for air — and though you and Yunho have stopped moving, the bed still creaks underneath you, with familiar whiny moans filling the bedroom. You don’t even think about it, can’t think, when you peek back over your shoulder.

Vision blurred from unshed tears, you just barely make out the forms of San and Wooyoung.

San is still mostly clothed, only his trousers undone and shirt halfway open, while Wooyoung is stark naked in contrast. San is hunched over him, grunting as he finger-fucks him hard, his free hand pinning Wooyoung’s thigh to hold him down as he jerks and cries out at the punishing pace.

He’s completely lost in the throes of pleasure, head thrown back and spine arching, his unpinned leg kicking out and spasming. His cock is hard and leaking on his stomach, his hand harshly smacked away when he reaches down for relief. San revels in his whines with a toothy grin… a grin that widens when he glances over and sees you looking at him.

“Oh baby, no.”

Your memory jolts back to life with a shock, eyes widening, but it’s too late.

A hand closes around your throat, silver rings digging into your skin, and you gasp as Yunho forces you to look at him. You whimper, fully expecting to see fury in his eyes — and are thrown completely off balance when Yunho is pouting cutely instead, an unnerving contrast to his rough hold on you.

“And you were doing so well,” he sighs. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you? What a little pervert you are, you really love watching them that much. What about me, hm?”

“I-I—” You stammer, blood rushing down your core you as his thumb slowly presses down on the side of your neck. “Yunho, ‘m so—”

Your breath goes wheezy at the pressure, all while Yunho stares you down with those big, beautiful eyes. His pout fades away, leaving nothing but cool disappointment. “I get jealous, you know,” he murmurs, leaning in to nose at your cheek, lips brushing against your jaw. “Don’t wanna share just yet. What’s a guy gotta do to keep your attention?”

You suck in a tight breath when Yunho smacks his other hand against your ass, and then again, warming the skin. You whine at every impact, reflexively arching into it. Needing more.

“Ah, so that gets your attention,” Yunho says, his eyebrows raising with interest. “You know what I think?” His fingers tighten around your neck ever so slightly. You feel dizzy, drowning in heat. “I think San has been too soft on you. A spoiled little cockslut like you gets to do whatever she wants around him, don’t you?”

You weakly shake your head ‘no’; a bald-faced lie. San is soft like whipped cream when it comes to you.

Predictably, Yunho doesn’t buy it for a second. His palm connects with your ass again, a little harder this time. “No? You really expect me to believe that?” Yunho scoffs. “I bet all it takes is one needy look from those pretty eyes and he’s right down on his knees for you.”

Wooyoung’s whines are suddenly replaced by a loud cackle of his laughter — but a smacking sound rings through the bedroom and he yelps sharply, giggling apologies to San.

San mumbles out a sulky, “Seriously, Yunho?” and you can’t help but choke out a giggle of your own. Even Yunho’s mask breaks for a split second, his cheeks lifting as he bites down a laugh.

The intense, heated atmosphere lifts for just a moment as Yunho’s grip on your throat relaxes. But the respite does not last long, his bright smile morphing into cool, mocking amusement as he looks you over.

“But I can’t let this slide,” Yunho says, smoothly putting things back on track. “You had one simple rule to follow, and you couldn’t even do that? What, did I fuck the sense out of you with just my fingers?”

You cry out when he slaps your cunt, taking a beat too long to respond for his liking.

“Well?”

“J-just felt too good, please please, Yunnie…” You weakly grasp at his rumpled shirt, fiddling with the few remaining buttons. “Didn’t mean to break the rule, I swear,” you babble, “made me feel so good, filling me up like that, I couldn’t think…”

They’re exactly the kind of pleas that would appeal to the soft gooey center hidden underneath San’s hard dominant exterior — but Yunho is unimpressed, raising an eyebrow as he watches you clumsily undo the rest of his shirt. “Couldn’t help yourself from being a dirty voyeur, is that it?”

“Y-yeah,” you pout at him. “Didn’t mean to, Yunho, please…”

He tsks. “So it’s that easy to fuck you dumb, huh? Came just once and already your head is wiped clean. Fine, if you can’t follow orders on your own,” He slides his dishevelled tie from his neck with a sharp snap of fabric, “then I’ll have to make you.”

You moan weakly when Yunho covers your eyes with his tie as an improvised blindfold, the world going dark. Your heart beats in your throat at the absence of one of your senses, while the others intensify; the heady smell of sex in the bedroom, Yunho’s arms brushing against the sides of your head. (San’s grunts, Wooyoung sobbing out his name in growing desperation. Just from the sound, you can tell he is close.)

“It’s not too tight?” Yunho checks in after he ties the knot, giving the nape of your neck an unexpectedly gentle squeeze.

You shake your head. “No, no it’s good.”

“Good,” Yunho echoes lowly. “Take your panties off.”

Seated on your knees in Yunho’s lap, with no sight to guide you, you’re forced into an awkward shuffle to slip out of the ruined lace. Yunho doesn’t lift a hand to help you — but eventually you manage to discard the panties and settle back into Yunho’s lap. You can only imagine how your cunt must be making a mess of his slacks, slick leaking into his crotch.

Your breath hitches in surprise when Yunho’s hands suddenly run up your sides, dragging along the sheer fabric of your babydoll. He makes a noise of approval when you raise your arms without a verbal prompt, and he takes off the lingerie while careful to keep the improvised blindfold in place.

Yunho’s tie is now the only scrap of fabric on you. You shudder when his hands run over bare skin, feeling exposed, unable to see his face as he takes in your nude form for the first time. But insecurity gets no chance to grab hold, not when his exploration of your body is eager and impassioned. He maps out your shape with rough squeezes, fingers digging into soft flesh, like his eyes alone can’t fully appreciate the sight of you.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he groans, and you jolt at an unexpected open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. He huffs a laugh at your surprise, raising goosebumps as his hot breath falls against the wet patch he sucked into your skin. “Now, let’s see if this next instruction is easier for you to follow. Touch my cock. Show me you’re a good girl after all.”

You obey with almost embarrassing swiftness, blindly seeking out the bulge in his crotch with your hand. It’s an easy target to find. You start to rub Yunho through his dirtied slacks — but Yunho tuts, his teeth nipping at your shoulder in admonishment. “Not like that. Touch it.”

You hesitate for a moment, but your head has cleared enough that it does not take long to catch his meaning. It takes you a little longer to fumble with the button and zipper of his trousers, but then you’re able to tug them and the waistband of his underwear down. Satisfaction coils in your abdomen at Yunho’s moaned sigh when your fingers wrap around him. With slow strokes, you finally get a proper feel of what he’s packing, and a heated rush of gratitude shoots through you for how thoroughly Yunho stretched you open. Fuck.

He’s warm under your touch, but also a little dry. You raise up a hand to your mouth, tongue darting out to messily slather your palm and fingers with saliva. Spit smears over your chin, but you don’t care. Yunho does care, hissing a swear under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re a nasty little thing,” he mutters appreciatively, grabbing your wrist to guide you back to his cock. “Both hands now, baby. Yeah, just like that. There’s a sweet girl.”

You can’t even make your fingers meet, using one hand to slide up and down his length while focusing on the tip with the other. Even without seeing it, the thought of that fat cockhead pressing inside you is both daunting and mouth-watering. Yunho lets out a deep groan as you twist your fist and you hone in on the motion, licking your lips when his cock twitches in your hands.

His breath picks up as you jerk him off, and you’re itching to tear away the blindfold, wanting to see how his face contorts in pleasure at your hands. Images flit through your head, of his heavy lidded eyes as he bites his lip, a pretty flush creeping up his neck.

Your pace falters for a moment when suddenly Yunho’s large hands press into your thighs, his thumbs slowly inching inward. One of his thumbs parts your sticky lower lips, the other teases just above your clit. Whining, you cant your hips into him, expecting Yunho to withdraw — and so you gasp in surprise when he actually obliges you, pressing his thumb firmly against the sensitive nub.

You moan in gratitude, moving your hand quicker. “P-please, Yunho…” you whine, tilting your head forward in search of his lips, shamelessly needy.

“So eager,” Yunho giggles, noses bumping into each other as he meets your lips for a clumsy kiss. “Such a sweet thing when you just listen. That’s all you need to do for me. Don’t think, just sit there and show me what an obedient little toy you are. So good to me.”

Even blindfolded, the world spins dizzingly around you. Yunho’s thumb rubs sharp sparks of electricity through your swollen clit, and you can barely parse what he’s saying. Just enough to know you are being good, and that’s all your addled mind needs, the praise swelling hotly in your chest.

You whine, just the touch of Yunho’s cock in your hands not enough. You ache to see him, taste him, hear the wet squelch of him filling up your empty, stretched cunt.

“God, you’re so fucking cute when you’re desperate,” Yunho mumbles against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip. “It really is a damn shame, I was gonna let you watch San make a mess of Wooyoung’s pretty tits, but no, you just had to get greedy. Oh, I know, sweetheart, I know,” he laughs breathlessly at your distressed whine, his thumb on your clit replaced by two fingers, teasing at your entrance. “But at least you still get to listen in on the fun. Lucky for you, Wooyoung can’t keep quiet even if he tried.”

“Could gag him,” San interjects from behind, a cocky grin folded into the suggestion. Wooyoung makes a wet, garbled noise that summons visions of his mouth stuffed with San’s fingers.

Yunho giggles darkly at the suggestion. “What’s this mean streak all of a sudden, San-ah? Trying to prove you’re not such a softie after all?”

“Don’t got a thing to prove, just ask Wooyoung,” San grunts, a sharp smack of skin on skin sounding through the bedroom, followed by a ragged gasp for air. “’Youngie, am I being soft on you?”

Wooyoung’s voice comes out hoarse. “Ngh, please, wanna cum… Sannie…”

Another smack fills the air, followed by a loud whimper as the mattress bounces underneath you. “Answer the question, Woo.”

“Mhn n-no —ah!— no! ‘S being mean, please please—” he whines, his mindless babbling searing through you.

Yunho giggles again, casually, like he isn’t sliding three fingers deep into your needy cunt. He holds them still, simply buried inside you. “Fuck, look at that mess, he’s just eating this up, isn’t he?” Yunho says, enjoying the view he’s so cruelly denying you. “What a fucking wreck. Could make him lick the dust off your boots and he’d be panting like a dog.”

Wooyoung’s whines rise in volume and pitch, dripping with blissful agony — until the noise is suddenly smothered. But San can’t silence him completely, and you quietly whine along with Wooyoung, starting to feel neglected as you gently swivel your hips to try and find some friction against Yunho’s fingers.

Instantly Yunho’s other hand connects with your ass, hard, his silver rings adding an extra bite to the impact. The pain is heavenly.

“See?” he chides, roughly groping at the sore spot as you squirm in his lap. “Not so fun when the person you’re fucking won’t pay attention to you, is it?”

You moan something that tries to be an apology but Yunho’s fingers slowly curl inside your aching cunt. He presses right against your g-spot, sending your every nerve ending on high alert, only making your body beg for more. You whine at his teasing, blindly clutching at his unbuttoned shirt in silent plea.

“Aw, there’s no need to pout,” Yunho says, that deceptive sweetness seeping back into his voice. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart, we can have some fun too. Let’s play a little game. If you can make me cum before San, then I’ll let you watch him.”

Acutely aware of San’s low groans and Wooyoung’s muffled sobs, you perk up at the opportunity. “Th-then, can I suck you off? Please?”

Yunho’s cock twitches in your hands. “Fuck, baby. I can see why San likes to spoil you so much, asking so nicely,” he grunts, filling your head with a fuzzy heat as his fingers stroke against your sweet spot. “Does your throat take cock well, pretty girl? Would you choke on it for me?”

“Yes, y-yes please, Yunho please—”

Still blindfolded, you welcome Yunho’s assistance as he helps you to settle between his thighs. Your legs are folded underneath you, your chest resting on your knees as you bend down, ass perked up. Your breath catches when Yunho’s hand returns to your throat, guiding you until something hot and sticky bumps against your cheek. Your tongue darts out, and you moan in satisfaction at the salty tang of precum.

His cockhead slides past your lips, where your mouth confirms what your hands already suspected; he is thicker than San, and every added strain to your jaw is felt at this size.

You moan at the heft of him on your tongue, taking his cock as deep as you comfortably can for the first pass. Without sight, it’s hard to judge how much of him fits in your mouth, but you try not to overthink it, simply easing yourself into a rhythm.

Yunho’s soft sighs and hissed curses burn through you, the sound mingled with Wooyoung’s muffled noises. San’s attempts to silence his moans do very little to make them less enticing, desperation dripping off every smothered whine. Still, you slowly forget the goal behind this game, distracted by the satisfying challenge of sucking Yunho off.

You take him a little deeper with every bob of your head, your hand covering what your mouth can’t manage. “A little more,” Yunho murmurs in heated encouragement. “You want me to cum, don’t you? Then work for it.”

Breathing becomes a challenge when the tip of him breaches your throat, your pharynx instinctively contracting at the intrusion. Yunho groans, his fingers tensing around your throat when you gag on his cock with a wet, lewd noise.

You faintly register a shuffling sound, weight shifting as Yunho repositions himself — and suddenly there’s an odd pressure between your thighs. Drool leaks past your stretched lips as you make a garbled noise of surprise. The ball of Yunho’s foot is pressed right against your core. He holds it still there, almost like an offer.

Experimentally, you swivel your hips into his foot. Pleasure bursts through your veins, a trickle of drool spilling down your chin as you moan at the much-needed friction. You’d been pretty worked up by Yunho earlier, and it doesn’t take much to get you back to that high. He groans at how you’re shamelessly humping against him, and he grinds the ball of his foot back into you, only spurring you on more. Your control slips away, eyes tearing up as you gag and choke on Yunho’s cock over and over again.

“F-fuck, hang on baby. Want you to look at me while I fuck that pretty mouth,” Yunho says tightly, shaky fingers releasing the tie covering your vision.

You blink away bleary tears as the dimmed bedroom light hits your eyes. Yunho throws the tie aside and cups your stuffed face, thumbs catching the tears streaming down your cheek. You glance up, moaning loudly when you see Yunho’s face.

Somehow, he looks almost exactly like you pictured him — but at the same time, the sight of him is a pale imitation of your fantasies at best. A deep flush colours his neck and ears, beautiful eyes blown and heavy-lidded, bottom lip swollen from the way he gnaws at it.

“There, that’s better,” he says, a lopsided smile gracing his lips. “Don’t wanna miss that needy look on your face. Just hit my thigh if you have to tap out, alright?”

You moan in confirmation, then Yunho puts a large hand on the back of your head, pushing himself deeper down your throat. His other hand comes to rest on your throat again, right underneath your jaw. He groans in satisfaction when the light squeeze of his fingers meets his cockhead at the back of your throat, your walls spasming around him.

Quickly Yunho sets a rough pace — rough, but still controlled; he pushes at your limits, always testing them, but never too far beyond how deep you took him before. The ball of his foot pushes against your cunt again, and you let out a garbled, wet moan at the sharply building pressure, spittle and precum forced past your lips with every obscenely loud gag of your throat.

“Oh fuck, this won’t take long,” Yunho grunts tightly. “Doing so well, what a good cocksleeve you are.”

You keen around him, light-headed from both your partially obstructed airways and his breathless praise. He’s too generous, you think; you can now see the neglected part of his dick, unwarmed by your mouth. You ache to feel him stretch out your cunt, longing to prove no inch of him will be neglected there.

But Yunho clearly does not mind. His face is contorted with sweet agony, breath picking up as he throbs in your mouth. He curses under his breath when you grind back against his foot, his jaw falling slack like your mindless rutting is getting him off as much as your warm, willing mouth is. You whimper as the coiling heat inside your abdomen overflows into intense release, flooding your system with piercing surges of pleasure, going limb in Yunho’s hold as you shake and tremble. It’s too much for him. With beautiful, ragged moans, Yunho tenses as he spills hotly down your throat, thick ropes of cum that almost make you choke all over again.

The tears prickling behind your eyes go sharp, and you give Yunho’s thigh two quick taps of your hand.

Immediately his hold on you relaxes, allowing you a dizzying pull for air as his cock slides out. You don’t let him go too far, holding him at the base while you kiss at the tip, smearing your lips with a white sheen.

“God, you’re too much,” Yunho groans, his softening cock twitching under your attentions. “C’mon, you earned your reward. Just in time to watch the end of the show.”

Yunho helps you to sit up, gathering you in his arms. First he sweetly sucks at your lips, his tongue swiping them clean of his cum, then he lets you rest against his flushed chest, rubbing a soothing hand over your back. Your jaw feels a bit sore, but you tiredly nuzzle into Yunho with a satisfied sigh, pressing a soft kiss on his sternum. He lets out a breathy laugh at the gesture, almost a little flustered.

Only then do you turn your head to look and San and Wooyoung, and this time there is no punishment; only a glorious reward.

The buttons of San’s dress shirt are completely undone — a few of them torn straight off. He has Wooyoung’s ankles thrown over one shoulder, fucking his thighs with hard thrusts, a hand splayed over Wooyoung’s mouth. San’s teeth are gritted, his tight dress shirt doing nothing to hide how his muscles flex with every slam of his pelvis against the back of Wooyoung’s legs. The wet smacking noise of San’s cock pushing between supple thighs easily overpowers Wooyoung’s weak whimpers, an angry flush to the glistening tip.

Wooyoung keens louder when he realises they have an audience, squirming against San’s hold. His cock slaps against his stomach in time with San’s thrusts, covered with crusted, dried cum. You can only guess at who came already, both of them hard and desperate.

“You can stop holding back now, San,” Yunho teases him. “She took her punishment like a good girl, just like you said she’d be. Her pretty eyes are on you now. Give her something good to look at, hm?”

San jerks his head to look at you, something wild and primal burning in his gaze. To think of his aggressive rut as ‘holding back’ feels impossible… yet he proves Yunho right all the same.

San’s hand lets go of Wooyoung’s mouth, who whines loudly when he’s released. His face is red and puffy and wet; and he sobs harder when San angles himself lower so his cock slides against Wooyoung’s with every thrust. Overwhelmed, Wooyoung’s eyes squeeze shut — but they snap back open with a cry when San harshly spanks his outer thigh.

“Look at her, Woo,” San grinds out. “Show her what a desperate wreck you are.”

Wooyoung hiccups, shakily wiping his face as he meets your eyes. The thick tears spilling down his shiny cheeks are mesmerising, causing a warmth to brew underneath your exhaustion. The heat is further stoked by Yunho’s long fingers kneading into your own thighs, like he’s contemplating the thick softness of them pressed around his own cock.

“Tell her what you want, Wooyoung,” San demands, the bed shaking underneath as he speeds up.

“W-wanna cum, mhn, need to cum so bad—”

Another smack lands on his thigh and Wooyoung cries out, his back arching pitifully. San scoffs at his whines. “Is that all? Our girl choked on Yunho’s dick so she could watch you, and that’s how you thank her? Thinking only about yourself?”

Wooyoung makes a strangled noise as he shakes his head, unable to get a word out.

“C’mon, we both know how much you get off on slutting yourself out like this,” San presses, relentless. “You fucking love it, love how much she loves it. How good you look like this, a depraved, flushed mess. Fucking gorgeous.”

The sudden praise jolts through Wooyoung, his fingers clawing at the sheets. “Y-yeah, that’s what I want—” he slurs, his tongue thick in his mouth. His long hair is sweaty and sticks to his face, throwing a shadow over his eyes as he pins his gaze back on you. “Want you to see, want you to watch me cum please, please—”

“I’m watching, Wooyoungie,” you say. You’re filled with something not unlike awe as you drink in his desperation, his unconditional surrender as he loses himself in the search of pleasure. “Watching everything San’s doing to you. So pretty.”

Right as you say that word, pretty, San smacks Wooyoung’s flushed cock. He sobs wretchedly, convulsing as the sudden pain sparks through his crossed wires. The first globule of sticky whiteness already forms at the tip before San wraps his fist around the darkened cockhead, forcing Wooyoung into a violent release. He mewls and spasms, jerking against San’s hold — but San doesn’t let up until his own breath falters, breaking on a whiny moan as he spills over Wooyoung’s thighs and still-leaking cock.

San slowly lets Wooyoung’s shaky legs down, ankles sliding from his shoulder. He’s panting hard, a sharp glint in his eyes as he admires the mess on Wooyoung’s torso, who basks in the attention of three pairs of eyes on him.

He stares up at San with a blissed-out, empty-headed smile, “So good… made me feel so good…”

Fondly, San chuckles and cups Wooyoung’s cheek.“You haven’t had enough yet, have you?” he hums, rubbing his thumb over Wooyoung’s swollen lips. “Yunho’s been looking forward to having his turn with you.”

Wooyoung nips at San’s thumb and grabs his wrist, his dark eyes glittering at Yunho as he presses a kiss against the palm of San’s hand. Anticipation crackles in the heady air, Wooyoung’s hungry gaze answering San’s question loud and clear. Never enough.

There is a brief moment of shuffling as San and Yunho swap places, but Yunho kisses the side of your head before he goes. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs in your ear. “Don’t think I’m satisfied with just my fingers in that tight hole.”

Your stretched cunt clenches around nothing at the promise, but you’re not empty for long. As soon as Yunho leaves your side, San embraces you in the comfort of his strong, familiar arms.

“Come, let’s cuddle,” he mumbles, pulling you on top of him as he lays on his back.

You let San manoeuvre you to his liking, knowing better than to object against resting your weight on him. You snuggle up against San, savouring the low, content rumble in his exposed, sweaty chest.

Both of you are a bit sluggish, but San still nudges you to lift your hips before you can settle entirely. He wraps his hand around the base of his softened cock, and you moan quietly when he presses into your waiting cunt. “Fuck, Yunho opened you up real nice,” he groans at the easy slide. “So fucking wet, baby. Just keep me warm like that for a while, ‘lright?”

With a gentle hand he strokes your hair, and you relax into him with a sigh.

San’s heart beats underneath your cheek as you turn your head to see Yunho has half-helped, half-dragged Wooyoung to lay parallel to you and San. Now he slowly crawls over Wooyoung’s prone body, drawing whines from him with even the lightest touch. Wooyoung shudders when Yunho scoops up some of the white fluids on his heaving chest, then offers it to him. He sucks on Yunho’s fingers on pure instinct, not a single thought behind his dazed eyes.

Maybe Yunho had a point when he called you a pervert earlier; your inner voyeur purrs at the meals she’s being fed tonight.

But it’s a badge you wear proudly, indulging yourself without shame. Your hungry eyes take in the way Yunho’s tall form is hunched over Wooyoung. The stark difference in their height makes Wooyoung look small, helpless, moaning at every drop of his and San’s seed that Yunho feeds him. You lick your lips every time Yunho’s fingers slip back into Wooyoung’s mouth.

Meanwhile, San runs a warm hand up and down your spine. His fingertips leave gentle sparks wherever they go. “Woo looks good like this, doesn’t he?” he says, a grin in his voice. “Can’t wait to see if our babygirl really has what it takes to handle that big cock, or if it’s just empty bragging. Yunho’s not gonna take it easy on him.”

(Wooyoung whines a little louder, his hips canting up.)

Carefully, San squeezes the nape of your neck. “Yunho didn’t take it easy on you either,” he hums, his fingers brushing over the sensitive parts of your throat where Yunho choked you earlier. “You made such pretty sounds for him… Did you have fun, hm?”

San’s gentle voice envelopes you with warmth, though it’s hard to focus on his question when Yunho curls his long fingers over Wooyoung’s thighs, the shapely muscles glistening with lube and cum.

“Yeah,” you manage to sigh out with a dopey smile. “Thank you… for holding back for me.”

You rub your cheek against his firm pec in gratitude; and you can feel as well as hear San’s abashed chuckle.

“Thought you deserved a proper reward. Did your punishment so well, what a sweet girl you were for him,” he says proudly. His praise sends a twitch through your cunt, and he lets out another breathy laugh as you clench around his cock. “So easy to work you up…” he teases fondly.

You whine, but there’s no denying the fresh slick leaking against San’s pelvis. It really can’t be helped; not when San is praising you, when Yunho pushes Wooyoung’s knees up to his chest, folding him in half. He spreads Wooyoung’s asscheeks, a pleased glint in his eyes at what he finds.

“Prepped him for you, Yun-ah,” San says, his own hands mirroring Yunho’s as he grabs at your ass, his thumb grazing over your rim. He pecks your forehead sweetly, whispering “Your turn soon.”

“Fuck, San, you sure did, he’s fucking gaping,” Yunho groans, and he turns Wooyoung at just enough of an angle to show you his loosened hole, remnants of lube glistening between his cheeks. Arousal smoulders under your skin at the brief glimpse, inflamed further when Yunho slides his half-hard cock through the crack of Wooyoung’s ass.

“Please,” Wooyoung keens, hooking his arms underneath his knees to keep his legs in place while he squirms at Yunho’s fat cockhead catching on the edge. “Please just put it in, please please—”

Yunho giggles at his impatience. “Ah San, you really got lucky, getting your hands on a pair of such cute playthings,” he says, squeezing Wooyoung’s ass. “I haven’t even lubed up yet — you so eager you’d take it dry, Woo? Don’t think that’s smart, even for a trained cocksleeve like you. Be good and wait a little longer, ‘m gonna need a second to recover from your girl’s pretty mouth.”

“Y-yeah, I get that,” Wooyoung says tightly, glancing at you with watery eyes.

Yunho grins. “I bet you do. Does she suck your dick often?”

“Wooyoungie’d rather drown in her pussy, actually,” San interjects casually, giving you a buck of his hips. “If anyone’s fucking that tight throat, it’s usually me.”

You whine as you get jostled, clutching onto San’s shoulders. Light-headed at how they’re talking about you like you’re just some toy for them to play with, passed around for their pleasure.

Yunho bites his lip, grinding a little harder against Wooyoung. “At the same time?”

San lets out a pleased hum. “Sometimes, yeah,” he says, and tips your chin up with his thumb and forefinger to meet his grin. “Remember last weekend, baby? Looked so pretty sitting on Wooyoung’s face while I fucked yours. Fuck, you were so noisy… made such a mess on him…”

Your nerve-endings ignite with pleasure at San’s reminder; your garbled moans around San’s cock while Wooyoung sucked the juices from your leaking cunt, even his nose covered with the shine of your slick after you finally pulled him away. You’re so lost in a daze that you almost miss it when Yunho asks you a question.

Did you like it?

Yunho huffs a quiet laugh at your noise of disorientation. “Did you like it, baby?” he repeats, slower this time; with the charitable patience one might have for a pet that’s cute, but not all that smart. “When Wooyoung eats you out? Is he any good, sweetheart?”

Your eyes trail up Wooyoung’s body, noting the veins bulging in his flexed forearms, still dutifully holding his legs in place. When you reach his face, he is staring right back at you, mouth fallen open and his long hair in a mess, strewn on the bed, a few sweaty strands clinging to his neck.

“The best,” you sigh sweetly.

The ‘o’ of Wooyoung’s lips stretches into a wide, fucked out smile, moaning out a breathless giggle as he preens at your answer.

“High praise,” Yunho says with a teasing glint in his eyes. He grabs for the bottle of lube that San left on the bed earlier and pops the cap. “He must’ve got one hell of a silver tongue to have earned that.”

You can’t help a moan, your clit throbbing with memories of Wooyoung’s tongue flicking and suckling at you, dissolving you into a puddle.

“She likes his nose too,” San chuckles, adding more fuel to the fire. He steadily kneads at your ass, giving it the occasional smack just to admire the bounce of his hand and the jiggle of your cheeks. “Don’t you, baby?”

“F-fuck, so much,” you whine. “Feels s-so good, riding his face… Grinding on it…”

Wooyoung suddenly trembles and gasps while Yunho runs a glistening finger down that beautifully hooked slope of his nose. It only takes you a beat to realise his strong reaction is not just because of the downpouring of praise — Yunho has forced the tip of his cock past Wooyoung’s rim.

“Ah ah ah—!”

The sound is torn from Wooyoung’s throat as his body snaps taut. His legs almost drop to the side before Yunho grabs onto his thighs, large hands kneading into the tense muscles. “Fuck,” Yunho swears, jaw clenched. “Relax for me, Woo. I’ll take it slow but— fuck.”

Wooyoung pants with hard, huffy breaths, his eyes rolling back as he struggles to take the sudden intrusion. It’s subtle, but San’s hold on you tenses for a moment, until Wooyoung’s voice breaks with an obscenely loud moan, leaving no mistake that the tears springing in his eyes are the right kind.

San relaxes again, his soft amused laugh rumbling through his chest. “Time to see if our size queen has bitten off more than he can chew,” he says; a taunt mixed with genuine fascination. “…And time for us to move on too.”

Unable to look away, your eyes are glued to Wooyoung’s face, contorted with agonised pleasure, and the slow press of Yunho’s hips, giving Wooyoung time to adjust. The idea of taking Yunho in your cunt is already daunting enough, you can’t begin to comprehend the ways Wooyoung’s body is forced to stretch and yield to his outrageous size.

Utterly transfixed, you barely register how San grabs for the lube and slicks up his own fingers — but you’re snapped back into your own reality when his index finger circles your tight hole, and quickly presses in. You moan at the slight pressure on your walls; not uncomfortable but always a little odd at the start.

Meanwhile Yunho groans tightly, a thick vein protruding in his neck from the effort of holding back. “Fuck, Sannie, you weren’t kidding about his recovery time,” he grinds out, a sharp curve to his lips. “I’m barely even inside him yet and he’s getting hard again already.”

Wooyoung whines pathetically, clawing at Yunho’s thighs like he’s trying to pull him in deeper.

“Please, hah mmh, please please,” he babbles, all coherent thoughts wiped from his mind. Yunho bends over him as he pushes deeper, and Wooyoung looks tiny underneath his tall frame, sobbing with delirious pleasure.

Lazily San fingers your ass open while you watch them together, his eyes big and shiny, gleaming with curiosity. Your body is pliant and relaxed for him, the thickness of two fingers a breeze in comparison. Awestruck, you witness how Yunho finally bottoms out.

Wooyoung hiccups as he tries to catch his breath, whimpering when Yunho wipes sweaty strands of hair out of his face.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Yunho murmurs, with none of his earlier faked sweetness. “What a champ. Not many who can take me like this, fucking incredible. Ready for me to fuck you, or do you need a moment?”

“M-move, please fuck please,” Wooyoung pleads. “Moving is better, please, hmgh—”

Slowly Yunho starts to move — and you can’t help but instinctively match his pace, squirming against San. His cock twitches in your warm cunt, almost back to full hardness already. He groans softly by your ear, smoothly pushing a third finger inside your other hole.

Soon, the noise of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom every time Yunho buries himself to the hilt, lewdly harmonising with Wooyoung’s hitched moans. Yunho’s fingers dig harshly into his thighs to keep him in place, and you salivate at the thought of kissing Wooyoung’s resulting bruises later.

The harder Yunho fucks him, the more you hump into San, leaking around his cock. He bites down a whine, using his free hand to hold you steady. “Careful baby,” he says hoarsely, “I don’t know how many more I got in me. Let me save it for later, alright?”

Reluctantly you stop moving, targeting San with a small, needy pout instead.

He chuckles fondly, promising it’ll pay off later — but your further pouting is interrupted when Wooyoung’s moans suddenly rise in pitch.

Your eyes snap back to the others, where you see Yunho has hooked Wooyoung’s leg around his waist. This way, he’s given you full view of Wooyoung’s cock, flushed a deep dark red and oozing precum. Unintelligible curses and butchered gasps of Yunho’s name tumble clumsily off Wooyoung’s tongue, until no sound leaves his lips at all. His mouth is caught in a silent cry when Yunho bucks into him at an angle, and then again, his entire body shaking as watery strings of cum soil his stomach all over again.

Yunho only needs a few more thrusts himself before he doubles over with a loud grunt, moaning sweetly as he rides it out until he stills inside Wooyoung, hunched over his smaller form.

Burning gratitude coils in your abdomen when Yunho angles them again so you can see how Wooyoung’s hole is obscenely stretched around Yunho’s big cock. It leaves him gaping open when Yunho slowly pulls out, cum bubbling at the rim and leaking down onto the bed.

Wooyoung makes a weak noise at the emptiness, but Yunho wipes up the dribble of cum with his fingers and stuffs them back inside. Then he turns to San, wordlessly holding out his free hand.

You frown in confusion, but San seems to know exactly what Yunho is asking for. He reaches for something that’d been set aside unnoticed; and you bite your lip with a quiet moan when you realise he’s grabbed a thick buttplug. He hands it over to Yunho, who gives the toy a liberal coat of lube, then easily slides inside Wooyoung.

Wooyoung moans contently at the effortless fit, and barely fusses when Yunho helps him into a sitting position against the bed’s headboard. Wooyoung lets his head fall back, covered all over in the shine of sweat and other bodily fluids. He’s still breathing heavily, eyes lidded as he watches with exhausted interest how San guides you to get up as well, his cock sliding out of your cunt. And when San instructs you to sit on Wooyoung’s lap, you obey eagerly.

As you settle in Wooyoung’s lap, you make sure not to press your stomach against his dick. “You… that was… woah,” you sigh in admiration, gently combing your fingers through a tangle in his mussed up hair. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He just gives you a breathless giggle, too fucked out for a verbal response — a rarity. The air between you is giddy, like you’re both high on the pleasure of having your bodies pushed to their limits. But he seeks out your pussy with his fingers, four of them effortlessly pressing inside. His own silent admiration of how Yunho stretched you out too.

You grin teasingly at Wooyoung’s ruined state, pressing a light peck on the tip of his nose. “You done for tonight? You kinda look like you might be done for tonight.”

“Fuck… definitely gonna need a minute,” Wooyoung groans, but you feel the smile on his lips when he tilts his head to catch you in a kiss. It’s a tired, heady meeting of lips, closer to an exchange of breath than an actual kiss, but you savour it all the same.

“Take your time, Wooyoung,” San assures him, interrupting the moment of affection to make sure you both drink something.

He grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table that he’d readied beforehand with liquids, a few snacks, wet wipes, all the usuals — but instead of handing you the bottle, San clasps your jaw, gently coercing your lips to part.

San pours a generous sip straight from the bottle into your mouth, careful not to spill. Your head buzzes at his tender yet forceful care, glowing with a syrupy warmth when he pats your cheek in approval after you swallow the water down.

He gives Wooyoung the same treatment, until he’s satisfied you both drank enough. He asks if either of you need anything else, and bursts into a flustered, dimpled laugh when the unanimous answer is “you finally taking the rest of those clothes off.”

He obliges, of course, shucking off his dress shirt with the ripped buttons and throwing it aside, soon followed by the rest. Tan skin and firm muscle, his cock still hard from earlier. San can’t help a tiny, flustered smile when you and Wooyoung lavish him with tired attention, nipping at the corded muscle of his shoulder, palming at the swell of his tits. Your hands bump into each other when you both reach for San’s cock, leading to another shared, giddy laugh.

You glance at Yunho, wondering if he is amenable to obliging you as well — and see he’s been discreetly cleaning himself up while San took care of you and Wooyoung. Yunho lets out a little embarrassed laugh when he realises you’re watching him wipe his softened dick. But you’re not laughing anymore, remembering his words from before.

“Don’t think I’m satisfied with just my fingers in that tight hole.”

You swallow tightly, biting your lip in anticipation.

Seeing your reaction, Yunho’s embarrassment quickly fades into a slow smile. Even without your asking, he treats you to the unhurried discarding of his clothes; not built like a brick wall the way San is, but fit and lean, moving his long limbs with a controlled grace that sparks a flutter in your stomach.

He crawls back onto the bed to join you and the others, and you hum a soft moan as his chest presses against your back, arms encircling your waist. Four fingers slip back inside you and Yunho gives them a careful wiggle, like he’s checking if you’re still ready for him.

You gasp at the tight press of Yunho’s fingers with their thick rings, your head falling back on his shoulder.

Just like that, the quiet lull in the bedroom dissipates, replaced by the wet squelch of Yunho slowly sliding his long fingers in and out of your sopping hole, coaxing your body to remember the stretch of them. A whine falls past your lips while San and Wooyoung watch in rapt attention, their eyes burning into you.

Wooyoung’s dark gaze is pinned on the heave of your chest as you gyrate in his lap, rolling your hips into Yunho’s hand, pushing back into his cock. Yunho surges forward with a groan, mouthing at your neck while he grinds against your ass. You whimper when Wooyoung bends forward to latch onto a pert nipple, licking thick, hot stripes as he laps at your tits.

San takes it all in with a light flush on his cheeks, unable to look away from your stuffed cunt. It’s obscene how easily Yunho’s fingers fit now, wet and slippery. “Fuck, Yunho, I bet you could fit your whole fist in there if we really took our time with her,” San groans softly, nothing but awe dripping from his voice.

You sob desperately at the idea, clenching around Yunho — but underneath the excitement, there is a weak jolt of anxiety. Your weeping cunt is burning, pushed to new limits, and suddenly every nerve ending in your body remembers; you had no say in what’d happen tonight, all power relinquished to San.

“Mh, I— I don’t— dunno if I can, ah, ah—!” you slur out, mewling when Wooyoung picks exactly this moment to suck harshly at your nipple. He whines happily as your hand flies to his hair, yanking at the black strands.

San’s hand joins yours to pull a squirmy Wooyoung away. “Breathe baby, deep breaths,” he says, sweetly kissing a fresh tearstreak on your cheek. “You don’t have to. Already doing so well, taking so much for us.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Yunho hums, rubbing his nose against your other cheek. He takes out his fingers and gives your slicked folds a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be careful with you. A pretty thing like you needs taking care of, don’t you? Gonna stuff you full, just the way you need. God, I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock…”

You whimper, feeling hazy from their praise. Allowing you to slide back into that fuzzy safety of subspace, no thoughts of your own; Yunho and San know what’s best for you.

“T-then do it,” you moan. “Stuff me full, please.”

Yunho lets out a soft, delighted giggle at your eagerness. “We will, don’t you worry. San, lets see if your little troublemaker can get it back up again.”

The little troublemaker in question perks up, and then hisses when San reaches between you and Wooyoung to slick up his hand with your arousal before wrapping his fingers around Wooyoung’s worn-out cock. “F-fuck, Sannie,” he gasps, his body reflexively trying to jerk away, but pinned in place by you on his lap.

Yunho nuzzles your shoulder while he watches in approval how Wooyoung’s dick plumps back up. “Doing such a good job, San-ah…” he says with a pleased smile. “Look at you, almost can’t believe you’re the same guy as that timid rookie I took under my wing. You know just what your submissives need and always give it to them, don’t you? What a good boy you are.”

San whines at the praise, stroking Wooyoung a little faster. His eyes widen in surprise when Yunho clasps his chin, but he gladly melts into the offered kiss. It’s brief but intense, San’s tongue sucked into Yunho’s mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting them when Yunho pulls away again, leaving San panting.

“Good boy,” Yunho smiles again, brushing his thumb over San’s flushed cheek. “Time for the next part.”

Yunho helps you to turn around, sitting reverse cowgirl on Wooyoung’s lap. Even in your dazed state, you quickly realise where this is going when San slicks up Wooyoung’s cock with a coat of lube. So you’re ready and relaxed when his cockhead prods between your asscheeks, lifting your hips to help San guide him inside, your jaw falling slack as you slowly lower yourself down.

Wooyoung groans a muffled swear against your shoulder once you’re fully seated on him, tightly circling his arms around your waist. Thankfully San prepped you well — but your nerves still momentarily spike back to life when Yunho bears down on you, swallowing your mouth in a deep kiss as he lines himself up. You whine against his lips, scrambling to grab onto something as his thick cock rubs through your sticky folds, then starts to push inside. One of your hands finds Wooyoung’s wrist, nails digging into his skin, while the other delves into Yunho’s hair.

Just by himself, Yunho would already be enough to overwhelm you; but buried alongside Wooyoung, their cocks pressing against each other through the thin barrier of your inner walls, you are drowning, completely overcome before he’s even fully sheathed inside you.

“Hngh, f-fuck, Yunho, hm can’t— too much, please—” you gasp out, but this time Yunho is less receptive to your pleas.

He tuts, unyielding. “This again? Sannie, what do you think?”

San cups your cheek, intently looking you over as you nuzzle pitifully into his palm — but when he speaks, his tone is cool and dismissive. “She’s fine.”

You sob weakly as Yunho sinks deeper, unyielding, but safe-wording is the farthest thing from your mind. Your head falls back against Wooyoung’s shoulder, mouth agape and spit dribbling down your chin. There is a bliss to being pushed like this, all control stripped away from you. Your cunt greedily sucks Yunho in, gushing around him, your body so wired you almost think you could cum just like this. Almost.

San observes you with feline curiosity, tilting his head as he seems to realise the same. “See, you like it,” he says smugly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Isn’t that right? No, no don’t be like that,” he teases when you let out a strangled moan. “You should tell them. Let them know, baby, say you like it.”

“L-like it…” you whimper, panting for breath when Yunho’s cock is finally nested inside your snug cunt, walls twitching around him. “Like having your cocks fill me up, feels so full…”

“Not full enough yet,” San says, quirking his eyebrows. “You got one hole left that needs to get stuffed. Hold her for me, Yunho.”

He shifts on the bed to reposition himself, and you don’t have time to process his words before Yunho’s large hand suddenly wraps around your throat again. It’s not tight enough to obstruct your airway, but your brain is instantly light-headed all the same, and you’re helpless to do anything except let him guide your mouth to San’s waiting cock.

With every inch of him going down your throat, you sink deeper into that fuzzy heat, your entire sense of self melting away until there is nothing left but that blissful pressure, filling you up from the inside. Static buzzes through you, and San grunts at how you moan gutturally around his cock

“You like this too, baby?” he asks with a mocking lilt, knowing damn well you can’t tell him.

But you still try your best, muffled moans escaping past his thick girth. You cry out louder when Wooyoung suddenly makes himself known again, angling for your attention by palming your chest. He plucks at your hard nipples, his teeth grazing against the nape of your neck as he lavishes you with open-mouthed kisses. His lips brush against the tips of Yunho’s fingers, who gives your throat a light squeeze, just to hear you whine.

Then, Yunho begins to move.

He starts off with slow, deep rolls of his hips, testing how he pushes you back on Wooyoung’s cock, how you almost gag around San. He bucks a little harder, and then you do gag, your throat convulsing around San’s fat cockhead, tears springing in your eyes.

Still mocking you, San coos at the sight. He brushes your tears away as they fall, but a low groan escapes him when he feels at your stuffed cheeks. You whimper, trying to curve your tongue around the vein on the underside of his cock — but Yunho fucks you harder now. Jostled by his rough thrusts, you’re forced to feel every inch of every cock that’s shoved inside your body, until you’re losing yourself in them, seizing up as wet heat pulses through your core, a dam bursting with delirious ecstasy, overloading your senses.

Their sweet moans fill your ears as you clench and spasm around them with intense release, low grunts and high whines, their arms holding you upright as the high passes through you, your body starting to sag.

It takes you a moment, still coming down to earth, to realise Wooyoung is clinging onto you desperately, his fingers digging into your sides. He whines and trembles, a faint buzzing reaching your ears. Confusion fights through your pleasure-addled brain — until you see the small remote in San’s hand, and a memory makes its way through of Yunho putting a buttplug in Wooyoung’s used hole. A vibrating plug, as it turns out.

“F-fuck,” Wooyoung grinds out, his sweat-slicked forehead pressed against your shoulder as his nails leave crescents in the soft meat of your waist. “I— I—”

“Gonna cum, Woo?” San asks, looking unimpressed, but the words come out tightly. He runs his hand through Wooyoung’s hair, forcing his head back. “Hold back, as long as you can. Understood?”

Wooyoung’s answer is nothing but a strangled sob, but it’s enough for San. He releases Wooyoung’s hair, cupping the back of your head instead, making sure he always stays good and deep in your mouth even while Yunho brutally fucks into you.

You’re burning, barely come down from your last orgasm when you feel the next one creeping up on you. Wooyoung is on the brink, San throbbing inside you, while Yunho never lets up on his punishing pace, a vein popped in his neck from the exertion of pistoning that obscenely big cock into your sopping cunt.

Sweat beads down Yunho’s temple, and a faint wish flits through your mind to suck at that bulging vein in his neck — but his hand is still firm around your throat while San uses it for his own pleasure, and the wish fades away.

“Touch her, Wooyoungie,” Yunho grunts. “Touch her clit. Wanna feel her cum again while we stuff her full.”

Wooyoung mewls weakly, but obeys with a shaky hand. The touch is directionless, weak swipes without clear purpose, but you’re on the edge in a second, not needing much at this point — and neither does San. His low moans choke up into a whine when you keen around him, sticky heat bursting on your tongue as he curses, almost doubling over. Wooyoung follows him in seconds, like San’s release was the permission he needed to finally let go, biting into your shoulder while he shudders and spills deep inside you.

Wooyoung pinches your clit just as Yunho hits right against that sweet spot, and you topple over again, toes curling, arching into him, a soundless cry reverberating around San’s cock as pleasure ripples through your body. Yunho swears hoarsely as you clamp down on him, pulling him over with you. It’s slightly weaker than the last one but the release lingers, quaking through you and elongated by every spurt of seed that the three men give you.

The buzzing of the buttplug stops in the wake of silence that follows, and San unceremoniously drops the remote onto the bed, his sweaty chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. Gently he frees your mouth, and you let out a weak cough at the sudden free pull of air. The lower half of your face is absolutely drenched with spittle and now, unable to swallow it all down, a trickle of cum leaks past the corner of your lips — just like it dribbles past Yunho and Wooyoung’s cocks, every hole leaking.

Wooyoung slumps against you, his arms still around your waist, and his weight forces you to slump into Yunho in turn. Yunho chuckles tiredly, helped by San to stay upright under your combined weights while they let you catch your breath. Pressed between their solid bodies, you can’t even tell whose hand runs over your arm, sighing contently. Exhausted to complete satisfaction.

Afterwards, San and Yunho both took a shower while you shared a long bath with Wooyoung; and now you’re bundled up in a soft bathrobe and San’s strong arms, curled up against him on the couch. He’s dozing off behind you, his chin nodding onto your shoulder, his drowsiness undeterred by the movie that’s playing on the TV.

(It’s Yunho’s favourite way to wind down after a long scene, so here you are, watching Into the Spider-Verse together.)

On the other end of the couch, Wooyoung is nestled comfortably between Yunho’s legs. The two of them frequently burst out into giggles, either from a joke in the movie or one shared between them. The atmosphere is easy, bright, all pieces slotted into place. You can’t help a smile, snuggling deeper against San, watching Yunho and Wooyoung’s antics, a simple thought settling warmly in your stomach as the four of you fit into this comfortable space together. This feels good.