#i’m probably gonna sound so insane for this but

[runeqqe]

KIDS NEXT DOOR BATTLE STATIONS!!! >:3

Me when I succeed on getting my friend to like Transformers but then they proceed to infect ME with KND T—T. Okay but like WHY IS THIS SHOW SO GOOD and also insane omg like why do I sound crazier explaining this show compared to giant alien robots? Like dijbdiubdiud. Okay so anyway I’m totally not bias at all and Numbuh 1/Nigel definitely isn’t my favorite what r u talking abt

Okay but fr these are my designs for them and they’re my children and I love them (#1 & #5 are my favs). Will I change these design’s 20 more times? Probably. Also note majority of like the little design elements are either inspired by my friend @scottie-draws-sometimes or even just straight up their idea I wanted to add lol THEIR ART IS SO CUTE pls support them

Im still drawing mostly Transformers but like also I’m probably gonna draw more of this silly show because its genuinely good so hope you like it :3 💜

[goldenhypen]

an engene telling jake to stop biting his lip and jake saying it’s a habit and then another engene telling him not to stop sksjsj; jake watching ‘super’ + dancing to it :’> ; him telling us his favourite track is the fifth track and has a similar mood to polaroid love + shout out, and there’s a song similar to fever, and a song similar to attention please; and despite telling us his favourite track is the fifth, proceeds to tell us there’s between 1-20 songs in the album T-T (i love him); him not being sure if he’s allowed to spoil this much but does it for us anyways :’> ; him speaking in so much english just for us :’> ; despite it being late and him not having dinner yet, he still went live for us for an hour :(

[pwurrz]

you know what sounds incredibly troublesome?? concocting a medicine that repels earthworms, digging up the roots of whatever plant they’re currently feeding on and spraying the soil where those plants used to be with the aforementioned medicine. god knows how many of these plants need to be dug up. could be hundreds of them.

and you know what quincy, local hater of all things troublesome decides to do anyways?? help yakumo with such a troublesome task. he 100% didn’t have to, by the way. he could’ve just told yakumo what to do, he’s good at following instructions, but no. quincy decided that not only was he going to make the medicine after buying the ingredients from the market, but also go all the way to yakumo’s village and help dig up each of the plants and put the medicine in the holes left behind.

i.. was right. i was so right. quincy would do anything for yakumo, no matter how troublesome. he’ll sigh and mumble all the while, sure, but if he really didn’t want to do it, he just wouldn’t. we know quincy. if anyone else were to ask for his help with such a tedious task he would 100% just explain to them how to do and be on his way. but not yakumo.

yakumo asks quincy to do something, and he does it, no matter how troublesome. yakumo asks quincy a question, and he takes it seriously, no matter how difficult it may be to explain. honestly, if yakumo said jump, quincy would most likely ask ‘how high’ because he of all people knows it’s pretty much impossible to say no to the serpent’s sweet face ♡

[tinycatstars]

the urge to write and organize an entire research paper based on age regression in the media and how it’s been represented so far is Strong right now

[milo-is-rambling]

Bro fuck brushing ur teeth it’s the worst thing about being a person with teeth

[exopelagic]

I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3

[bizzyboys]

do u ever just wanna poke your eye out with tweezers

[versias]

The Joker is Dead (and always has been)

Danny is attending Gotham U and gets caught up in a Joker escapade and realizes the clown is, in fact, a ghost.

Suddenly everything makes an insane amount of sense: the fact that no one has killed a psycho with seemingly human-normal abilities yet, that Arkham can’t keep him for more than a week, the obsessive behavior, the appearance.

Honestly, Danny should have clocked this before he even met the spook.

And Danny doesn’t want to step on any toes, really. The Bat and the Joker have A Thing going on. But, the Batman just isn’t equipped to really put a ghost away. No wonder there’s a breakout from Arkham every couple of months. How many other Gotham rogues are obsessive ghosts haunting the city?

Joker doesn’t display any of the usual ghost powers he associates with his own “rogues”—who’ve really become more like unwanted relatives over the years what with their dropping in uninvited, making a mess, and then ditching before they had to help clean.

It strikes Danny, as he’s being tied up by the clown-costumed goons, that maybe the Joker doesn’t know.

Huh.

How does he broach the topic in a sensitive way?

“Hey, uh. Not to be rude but… You know you’re dead, right?”

Danny winces. Not like that, probably.

The Clown Prince of Crime stops in front of him, the crazed light in his eyes dimmed slightly by confusion. He glances back and forth between Danny and the students around him who are shying away from their insane classmate. (Which is. Fair.)

A menacing giggle warbles from the specter’s throat. He leans into Danny’s bubble, that eerie grin stretching somehow wider.

“Ohhhh really?” The clown draws it out and Danny can hear the crackle of static in the high notes. Honestly. How did no one figure this out before? “And are you gonna kill me, hmm? Have I got a widdle hero in my bait tank?”

“No, no, I mean, it’s not… you’re not… like? You’re not alive,” Danny rambles, trying to clarify and failing utterly. “You’re already dead.”

The Joker tilts his head, eyes dilating and glowing toxic green. He considers what Danny said, then throws his head back and cackles like a hyena.

The ghost doubles over, even, laughing so hard it sounds like he’s gonna bust something. He puts a white-gloved hand on Danny’s shoulder for support and squeezes, just shy of hurting.

After an uncomfortably long moment, the ghost wipes imaginary tears out of his eyes and pats Danny on the back so hard he stumbles and falls to his knee.

“You’re a riot, kid! If I didn’t have a date already planned…”

He trails off and ambles away, still chuckling and muttering to himself. “And they say I’m crazy! Wait til Bats hears about this!”

Danny watches him go, despondent.

It’s always harder when they don’t know.

This is gonna be a mess.

[checkeredflagggs]

Three Hearts Left

Pairing: max verstappen x fem!gamer!reader

summary: fans (and friends) are shocked when they find max is married and to who

a/n: I’m only a casual gamer so take it with a grain of salt

a/n 2: sorry it’s a really late - the weather hates me personally (it is actually September and doesn’t need to be 85* 😡) and it drained my creativity also I got hella sick so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n 3: I know I use the name Twitter when talking about that site. I’ll stop deadnaming it when musk rat does too

a/n 4: still not feeling 100% but I wanted to get this out for max’s bday!!

catpawsgaming

Welcome to the CatTree with the paw prints 🐾 ! I’m just a cat 🐈 mom Lady™ who loves the gaming but not the camera 📷. I’ve been playing games all my life and have been streaming for 3 years — as a hobby, not a full time job. I love my 2 cats, my handsome man, and you 🫵 all my lovely fans. You most definitely make all this worthwhile so mwah mwah 💋💋 (video)

catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: here we go! Baldur’s Gate 3 has been highly highly requested — so I bought it! …yesterday and forgot about it cause curse of capitalism I still have my day job 😭 but away we go!

As always, if you didn’t manage to catch my livestream it’ll be on my page and I’ll be uploading it to my YouTube channel tomorrow! My YouTube will have the 3 usual versions (one unedited with my reactions, one with just the game play, and one with no sound at all but with closed captions)

Next stream date and game tbh announced but will probably be this Sunday with Animal Crossing (fingers crossed 🤞🤞 I finally get a good turnip price 😭😭 Daisy Mae hasn’t been kind to me lately…)

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user1: guuuurrrrrrrllll it’s about time you got bg3! We been waiting

↳ catpawsgaming: definitely worth the wait though! I had so much fun and it was so hard to stop for the night

↳ user2: for sure it was 🤣 your reactions to shadowheart and astarion were hilarious

↳ catpawsgaming: they clocked my type on point

user3: glad we convinced you to become a bard! You’ll rock it 💙

↳ catpawsgaming: ok but this the closest you will get me to actually performing so enjoy it while it lasts

↳ user3: not gonna sing along?

↳ catpawsgaming: 🤣🤣🤣 🫵 🤡

↳ catpawsgaming: absolutely not.

↳ catpawsgaming: also handsome just bust out laughing at the thought of me singing so…🙄🙄🙄 he’s lucky I love him

↳ handsome: I am very lucky liefje

↳ user3: ahhhh we were so close to her singing but also awwww cause handsome is here!!

handsome: liefje this was amazing

↳ catpawsgaming: thank you 🥰🥰

↳ catpawsgaming: but also you were laughing at me the entire night so…

↳ catpawsgaming: not sure how much I believe you

↳ handsome: well I didn’t say it was good…

↳ catpawsgaming: 🤨😒😔😢

↳ handsome: 🥰🥰🥰

user4: oh to have a man that will spend hours with you doing separate hobbies together…

↳ catpawsgaming: gotta admit it’s the dream

↳ handsome: you’re the dream liefje

↳ user4: ok there handsome, no need to get sappy here on MY comment thread

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mv1updates

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mv1updates: Max was streaming today! Just a short one but highly entertaining. Jimmy (or Sassy? I’m honestly baffled and for the life of me can’t tell them apart 😢) caused a small disturbance in the middle of his stream then slept the rest away in Max’s lap 😍

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user5: that was sooooo adorable!! Love seeing more cat dad Max

↳ user6: same! And don’t feel bad admin - I can’t tell them apart either

user7: to be Jimmy…🥵

↳ user8: right? What I wouldn’t give to be sleeping away in his lap…

↳ user9: blessed be. His damn thighs man 😳

user10: ok but am I the only one that heard a female voice in the background?

↳ user11: I THOUGHT I WAS GOING INSANE?? Like there was definitely someone there

↳ user12: wait when?

↳ user10: when max turned the camera to show jimmy on top

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catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: and Daisy Mae delivered this week! Sunday I got a price of 90 and today!! Selling price of turnips is 658 this evening!! Woohoo!

I've got my usual set up going to allow visitors to sell and I’ll be playing for about 4 or 5 hours so let’s make some cash today! I just ask you be respectful of my island.

As always, if you didn’t manage to catch my livestream it’ll be on my page and I’ll be uploading it to my YouTube channel tomorrow! My YouTube will have the 3 usual versions (one unedited with my reactions, one with just the game play, and one with no sound at all but with closed captions)

My week is looking pretty busy (a lot of traveling happening) so my next stream will probably be sometime next week and I’ll be playing Horizon: Zero Dawn! Its sequel will be coming out soon and I want to replay the first to refamiliarize myself with the game!

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user13: yeessssss! I’ve been holding out that someone would have some fantastic selling prices this week! New house upgrade here I come!

↳ user14: oh don’t I know it! It’s been a downward slump all week for me — the high was 105 😭😭

↳ user13: ouch 🤕

user15: did anyone else hear the cat meowing in the background!

↳ user16: yes! Catpaws has got a couple of cats — they’re almost never on stream (they don’t like staying in one place for long) but catpaws got them right before they started streaming!

↳ catpawsgaming: 2 of them! They’re my babies! 🐈🐈

↳ user15: awwwww 😍😍

user17: can I say something? Is this a safe place?

↳ user18: it is not but say it anyway

↳ user17: it totally looks like she’s got a wedding ring on in the beginning of this stream

↳ user18: nurse! She’s out again

↳ user19: no no no let her cook. I totally thought the same. It was literally just a glimpse but I swear that she had a ring on

↳ user17: thank you! I knew I wasn’t crazy

↳ user19: but! That does mean our catpaws is married!!!!!

↳ user17: 😱

↳ user18: 😱

↳ user19: 😱

↳ catpawsgaming: 😉

↳ handsome: 💙

↳ user17: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?

catpawsupdates

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catpawsupdates: we’ve had a couple of requests lately asking about catpawsgaming and her cats! These are the first and last photo we’ve gotten — she’s incredibly secretive about them so we don’t know if this is the same cat in both photos or if she has 2 bengals (peep also handsome in the first photo. Catpaws was laughing when she posted that photo cause she’s usually the passenger princess)

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user20: I LOVE THEM

↳ user21: same! Insert that meme. “I’ve only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I kill everyone else then myself”

↳ user22: extreme but agreeable.

user23: that’s sassy - I’d bet money on it

↳ user24: sassy? What? Who?

↳ user23: sassy verstappen! F1 world champion max verstappen’s cat

↳ user24: ummm? This is a page for a small time gamer catpawsgaming

↳ user23: listen. Torture couldn’t get me to admit how long I’ve spent staring at pictures and videos of jimmy and sassy. But that is absolutely sassy!

↳ user17: I’m connecting the dots as I type

↳ user18: you’re not connecting shit

↳ user17: CONNECTING THE DOTS AS I TYPE

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Private Messages

catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: tonight’s stream is gonna be a little late — I’m currently being held hostage by the cutest kidnapper ever

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user24: awwww

user25: your right. You simply can’t move!

↳ catpawsgaming: completely pinned down!

↳ user25: I don’t think anyone is gonna have a problem with your steam being late tonight

↳ user26: I’ve spoken to the council and we don’t! In fact we all vote for a stream of literally just the cat

↳ catpawsgaming:…you know that is an idea

↳ user26: omg. OMG. OH MY GOD!!

user23: THATS JIMMY!! I SWEAR ON MY LIFE

↳ user27: ok grandma. Let’s get you back to bed

handsome: so that’s where the little troublemaker is

↳ user28: omg hi handsome! Where’ve you been?

↳ catpawsgaming: ok I love all my fans but plz stop flirting with my man

↳ user28: can I flirt with you instead?

↳ catpawsgaming: 😳

↳ handsome: no

Private Messages

Twitter

user29: ITS MAX VERSTAPPEN AND CATPAWSGAMING!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL

↳ user30: ok but are we really gonna take a gossip page as the truth?

user31: OH MY GOD THAT CRAZY FAN WAS RIGHT?!?

↳ catpawsgamingfan: I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOOOOUUUUU

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maxverstappen1: liefje I know this is not how we wanted to share our love with the world but a light in the darkness is now I get to talk about how much I love you and how you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. These past 5 years have been a dream come true — and it’s been a dream I never knew I had. Seeing you that first time, you took my breath away. Forget the trophies and the victories, the world championships and titles I’ve won — becoming your husband has topped every single one of them. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore and I wouldn’t ever want to

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yourusername: oh my handsome man…you are the light of my life, the moon in my night, the stars in the sky, the best husband ever and the most loving cat dad I could have ever wanted to spend my life with. Thank you thank you thank you for picking me and staying with me and fighting for me and with me 💋💋

[hereforh]

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[leona-hawthorne]

KINKTOBER #10– FINAL GIRL / mattheo riddle & theodore nott

october 31st threesome , double penetration

mattheo riddle x fem reader x theodore nott

summary: totally freaking out after finding a ghostface mask in your best friend’s dorm. but it’s probably not what you think it is.

warnings: threesome, double penetration, unprotected piv, anal sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

words: 4.7k

a/n: and that’s a wrap on kinktober 2024 :)

ps: i wrote a version of this where they were actually ghostface together but it felt a little too dark and murdery so i changed everything :’)

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You didn’t know how you got here. All you knew was that one second, you’d been rifling through Mattheo’s dresser, returning that sweater you’d borrowed last week, and the next… well, the next was a blur. Because there, right at the back of the drawer, half-buried under a heap of clothes, was a mask.

Not just any mask, though.

The harsh white surface was unmistakable, ghostly in its smoothness, with hollow, gaping eyes and that twisted, ominous grin. The Ghostface mask—the same one that had belonged to the killer who commited all those murders in Hogwarts six years ago. And as your shaking hands reached for it, a chill crept up your spine, sharper than any cold draft seeping through the castle walls. Your fingers hovered, dread thickening in your throat as your gaze drifted lower.

Blood. Dark red flecks, like rusted stains, dotted the mask’s cheek. It was only a few drops, but that was all it took. You staggered back, a gasp slipping from your lips, the world around you tilting as everything you knew—their familiar laughter, inside jokes, whispered secrets—blurred into something unrecognizable. It couldn’t be. Not Mattheo. He’d laugh in the face of trouble, sure, but a killer? That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

The room closed in on you, shadows gathering in corners that hadn’t existed a moment ago. Your heart hammered, a cold sweat breaking over your skin, until suddenly you couldn’t stay there another second. You had to get out.

Feet pounding against the floor, you darted through the halls, barely aware of your surroundings as you made a beeline for Theo’s dorm. Mattheo and Theo were the only two people in this world who knew every facet of you, your best friends since your first year. If you couldn’t confront Mattheo, Theo was the next person you could trust to help you make sense of this nightmare.

Reaching his door, you banged on it with trembling hands, each knock louder, more urgent than the last. You didn’t stop until the door finally swung open, revealing Theo, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowing in that half-sleepy, half-curious way he always looked at you. His gaze flicked over you, taking in your ragged breath and wide eyes.

“You alright, principessa?” His words were soft, but his tone wasn’t nearly as gentle. A silent demand, a hint of impatience, and an annoyance for waking him were all mixed in there, just under the surface.

“Theo…” you stammered, struggling to find words that could even scratch the surface of what you’d seen. “I found something in Mattheo’s room… I don’t know what to think. I mean, it doesn’t make sense, but—”

“Easy.” His voice dropped lower, his tone steady, almost detached. He looked down at you, a strange calm in his gaze that somehow made you feel more unhinged. “I’m gonna need you to talk properly and tell me what you saw, because this nonsensical rambling isn’t getting anything through to me.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to center yourself. How did you explain something like this without sounding insane? “It was…” You swallowed, the image flashing behind your eyes once more, cold and unforgiving. “It was that mask. You know… the Ghostface one from… from the murders. It was in Mattheo’s room, and it had blood on it.”

Theo’s face didn’t shift, his expression frustratingly unreadable. He blinked once, then let out a heavy, resigned sigh, shaking his head as if you’d just told him the sky was green. He knew exactly what you were talking about. “There you go again, jumping to conclusions.”

“Conclusions?” Your voice quivered with disbelief. How could he be so calm, so dismissive? “Theo, I’m not ‘jumping’ to anything! There’s a blood-spattered mask in his drawer. The mask.”

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes held no mirth. “It’s Mattheo. Think about it for a second. You really think he’s capable of…” He gestured vaguely, like he was searching for a polite way to describe a massacre. “Of that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m starting to,” you snapped, frustration bubbling up as you glared at him. The Theo you’d known was always logical, even frustratingly so, but right now, that infuriating calm felt like a betrayal.

But he didn’t look angry, just exasperated. “Look, you’re being dramatic. This isn’t… It’s not what you think it is, okay?” He sighed again, pulling a hand through his hair, before reaching for your hand and dragging you down the hallway. “Let’s go clear this up, yeah?”

You had little choice as Theo guided you back through the darkened hallways toward Mattheo’s room, his hand wrapped around yours in a steady, unyielding grip that held just enough pressure to keep you moving without causing discomfort. Your mind was a storm of questions, laced with doubt and dread.

When you entered, Mattheo was sprawled casually on his bed, his feet kicked up on the mattress, a picture of utter relaxation. A lazy smile played at his lips as he looked over at you, the corners of his piercing blue eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, lovebirds," he drawled, his tone as easy as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

Your gaze darted to the dresser, scanning the surface for any sign of the mask. The open drawers stared back at you, vacant, but a faint trace of cologne lingered in the air, sharp and familiar. Mattheo’s expression shifted, his brow arching with curiosity as he followed your line of sight. "Looking for something?" He rose from the bed in one fluid motion, padding over to stand beside you with an ease that only made you more uneasy.

Before you could respond, Theo cut in, his voice firm. "Mattheo, where is it?"

A sly grin spread across Mattheo’s face, his teeth flashing white against the dim glow of the room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mattheo.” You muttered, the words dripping with frustration. You marched over to the dresser and yanked the drawer open, your fingers brushing against the edge of the mask. It was still warm, and the material felt slick and unnerving against your skin. You held it up in the air.

"Why do you have this? Did you guys kill someone or something?" Your voice cracked under the weight of the question, as if speaking it aloud somehow made the unthinkable real. Your gaze drilled into Mattheo’s, searching for even a flicker of truth behind his confident facade.

Mattheo blinked, staring at you like you’d just asked the most absurd thing in the world. "Kill someone?" he echoed, his eyebrows shooting up in a mixture of shock and amusement. "No, we didn’t fuckin’ kill anyone. Jesus, Y/N." He grabbed the mask from your hands, holding it up as if to examine it himself, like it was some strange relic that had magically appeared in his possession.

"Honestly," Theo cut in with an exaggerated eye roll, "sometimes I wonder how you function with such a wild imagination. We’re just playing around with it."

You blinked, struggling to process his words. “Playing what? Murderer and helpless victim?”

Mattheo just shrugged, tossing the mask carelessly onto the bed. "Some prick needed to learn a lesson, that’s all. We scared him a bit, maybe threw a little threat or two, but we didn’t touch him."

“And the blood?” you challenged, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, the sense of dread giving way to a simmering frustration.

Mattheo waved a hand dismissively. “Fake. Got it from the twins’ shop. Makes everything more… believable, don’t you think?” He flashed you a mischievous wink, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fuck, Mattheo, you really scared me," you muttered, exhaling a shaky breath as you rubbed a hand over your face. "I thought… I mean, with the mask and everything…"

Mattheo didn’t miss a beat. He reached for the mask, slipping it over his face with a theatrical flourish. He turned to you, tilting his head at an eerie angle, the fabric clinging to the contours of his face and casting dark shadows over his eyes. "Boo," he said, his voice muffled but unmistakably smug.

Theo snorted, shaking his head. “Fucking idiot,” he muttered, though there was a faint glint of affection in his gaze as he glanced at you, a quiet apology in the depth of his eyes.

Mattheo took a slow, measured step closer, looming over you with a smile hidden behind the mask. “Are you scared?” he purred, his tone laced with mock concern. “Should I chase you around the castle with this thing on?”

“No, you dickhead, take it off,” you snapped, giving him a hard poke in the chest. Even with most of his face obscured, you could practically see the spark of wicked delight in his eyes, like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.

His chuckle was low, almost a growl, as he caught your wrist, pulling you flush against him. “Come on, don’t be so serious all the time,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, the teasing undertone threaded with something darker. "Life's too short for all that."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Besides, I think the mask suits me. Don’t you agree, love?"

You grasped the chin of the mask, angling Mattheo's face down towards you, your pulse quickening at the intimacy of the moment. “Maybe a little,” you conceded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, the warmth of your breath mingling with the coolness of the mask's surface. Your fingers lingered, tracing the contours of the mask’s face as if trying to unlock the enigma behind it.

Just then, Theo stepped forward, his arms snaking around your waist from behind, drawing you back against his solid chest. The warmth radiating from him was intoxicating. “Looks like someone has a certain... appreciation for Mattheo in the mask,” he teased, his breath hot against your ear as he nipped playfully at your earlobe, sending a shiver coursing through your body.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed, trying to dismiss the flutter of excitement in your stomach, though the racing of your heart betrayed you. Theo’s hands slid lower, gripping your hips possessively, anchoring you in a way that felt both thrilling and dangerous.

“Mm, if you say so,” Mattheo hummed, a knowing glint sparking in his eyes even through the dark slits of the mask. “But you wouldn’t mind if I kept it on, would you?”

You shivered slightly at the sensation of Theo's teeth grazing your ear, his strong arms enveloping you like a cocoon. A part of you yearned to lean into him, to surrender to the warmth and security he exuded, but another part of you resisted, refusing to give in so easily.

“I’m not saying anything,” you replied, striving for a nonchalant tone despite the rapid beat of your pulse echoing in your ears. Your gaze flickered to Mattheo, meeting his masked gaze with a mix of defiance and intrigue. “It’s just a stupid costume, nothing more.”

Mattheo cocked his head to the side, studying you intently through the mask’s slits, as if he could see right through your bravado. “Oh, just a costume? Then what’s the matter, Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

As he spoke, Theo’s lips began trailing soft, teasing kisses along the back of your neck, each press igniting sparks along your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, anchoring you in place, making it difficult to think as warmth pooled low in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, desperately trying to focus on Mattheo’s taunting words rather than the delicious sensations radiating from where Theo's mouth caressed your skin. “N-nothing’s the matter,” you stammered, your voice trembling slightly. “I’m fine.”

Mattheo leaned in closer, the plastic of the mask nearly brushing against your nose, an intoxicating closeness that made your breath hitch. “If you say so,” he repeated, his voice low and seductive, wrapping around you like silk.

Your resolve began to crumble under the assault of Mattheo’s teasing and Theo’s skilled mouth. Every nerve ending in your body tingled wherever Theo’s lips grazed your skin, igniting sparks of desire that threatened to consume you.

“Stop it,” you managed to gasp out, though you couldn’t tell if you were addressing Mattheo, Theo, or both. Your hands found purchase on Mattheo’s shoulders, steadying yourself against the onslaught of sensation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

With a deft tug, Theo pulled you backwards, guiding you onto the bed. You landed with a soft thud, your back pressing against his solid frame as he settled in behind you, propping himself up against the headboard, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin.

“You’re so easy to rile up, bellissima,” Theo murmured, his hands roaming across your torso, thumbs brushing over the swell of your breasts. His voice dripped with a playful arrogance, sending a thrill down your spine. “And we’re just getting started.”

Without warning, Theo grasped your chin, tilting your head to the side, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, a hungry intensity igniting between you. Sure, you were best friends, but this wasn’t the first time you’d kissed, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The familiar thrill coursed through you, blending with a new sense of urgency.

As you melted into the embrace, Theo’s hands roamed freely over your curves, one sliding beneath your shirt to splay across your stomach, the other tangling in your hair, holding you close. The heat of his body seeped into yours, drawing you deeper under his spell, every caress igniting a wildfire within.

As you surrendered to Theo’s passionate kiss, Mattheo took advantage of the distraction, sliding onto the bed in front of you. He leaned down, his fingers deftly making quick work of the buttons on your jeans, popping them open with practiced ease that sent a thrill of anticipation skittering through you.

As you pulled away from the kiss, Mattheo’s masked gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, he peeled back the zipper, the rasp of metal against denim sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, dragging them down your thighs inch by tantalizing inch. The cool air of the room hit your bare skin, stark against the heat of your desire, making you acutely aware of Mattheo’s heated stare roving over your exposed flesh.

Theo’s continued ministrations didn’t help matters; his hands mapped every curve and dip of your body with a possessive familiarity that left you weak-kneed. His kisses trailed down your jaw, across the sensitive skin of your neck, each press of his lips igniting a fire that curled low in your belly.

“Not fair,” you panted, turning your head to nip playfully at Theo’s jawline in protest. “It’s one against two.”

Mattheo chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through the mask as he tugged your jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them carelessly. “What’s unfair about us wanting you equally?”

He spread your legs apart, settling between them as his calloused hands explored your inner thighs, his touch feather-light yet electrifying, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Theo’s fingers danced across your collarbone, trailing down to cup one breast through your shirt. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak before sliding his hand beneath the fabric, laying claim to what was his as your breath hitched, caught in the web of pleasure that threatened to envelop you entirely.

With a swift motion, Mattheo removed the mask from his face, revealing his handsome features illuminated by the dim light of the room. He held it out towards Theo, who accepted it with a smirk before pulling it over his head.

Mattheo shifted lower still, until his hot breath ghosted over your slick folds. He looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly up your slit.

At the first swipe of Mattheo's tongue along your wetness, you gasped sharply, "F-fuck!" Your thighs instinctively tried to clamp shut around his head, but Theo quickly intervened. He reached down and hooked his arms under your knees, holding you wide open for Mattheo's relentless exploration.

"Shh, wide open, bella," Theo purred, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. "You gonna be a good girl and let him taste you?"

With Theo keeping you pinned, Mattheo set to work devouring you with single-minded focus. He licked and sucked at your swollen clit, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before dipping lower to thrust inside you.

A strangled moan tore from your throat as Mattheo's wicked tongue worked its magic, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your core. Your hips bucked involuntarily, practically trying to hump his face.

"Oh god... oh fuck..." you whimpered, head lolling back against Theo's shoulder as he kept you splayed open for Mattheo's merciless attentions. "That feels so good..."

Your hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white with strain as you fought to keep from writhing too wildly. Mattheo's talented mouth was driving you mad with need, stoking the flames higher and higher until you thought you might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.

Theo watched hungrily as Mattheo feasted upon your dripping sex, reveling in each desperate noise spilling from your lips. He could feel the vibrations of your moans against his chest, could smell the musky scent of your arousal perfuming the air.

Keeping one arm securely holding down your thigh, Theo brought his other hand up to tug your shirt up and palm your breast roughly, rolling the stiffened nipple between his fingers. He ground his clothed erection against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel how hard you'd made him already.

Mattheo doubled his efforts, alternating between lapping at your slit and sucking your puffy clit into his mouth. He slipped two fingers deep inside your tight hole, pumping them steadily as he pushed you ever closer to the edge.

A quiet whine escaped you as Mattheo's fingers plunged into your clenching heat, stretching you deliciously. "Mmph, fuck, yes!"

Suddenly, Mattheo curled his fingers just right, hitting some deep, secret spot within you that sent a searing bolt of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your back arched violently, a scream tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashed over you in a tidal wave of pure bliss.

As the aftershocks of your climax subsided, you managed to relax somewhat, your trembling gradually giving way to a languid warmth. Almost lulled into a false sense of security, your muscles loosened, and you started to inch your thighs together, intending to finally give yourself a moment's respite.

But Mattheo wasn't done with you yet. He continued to lap at your tender flesh, refusing to relinquish his claim even as you attempted to close up.

Theo chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your back as he tightened his hold on your knees. "Oh, are you tired?," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

A frustrated whimper spilled from your lips as you futilely tried to shut Mattheo out, only to find him persistently licking and suckling at your oversensitive folds. Your body, still thrumming with residual pleasure, couldn't help but respond anew to the relentless stimulation.

"No, wait... please..." you begged weakly, your hips twitching restlessly as Mattheo's tongue found your clit once more. The sensation was almost too much, your nerves feeling raw and exposed.

Theo's husky chuckle and the firm pressure of his grip on your thighs only heightened your overstimulation. You squirmed beneath them, torn between the desire to escape and the need to surrender to the pleasure they were forcing upon you.

Mattheo grinned against your slick skin, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust behind the mask. He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deep to collect your essence before circling your throbbing clit with maddening precision.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

Theo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and enticing. "Come on, amore mio, just a little longer, okay?”

He punctuated his words with a sharp pinch to your nipple, his hand roaming your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading as if to brand you with his touch. The only sound in the room, save for your moans, was the wet, squelching sound of Mattheo sloppily fucking you with his tongue.

Despite your protests, you could feel another peak building rapidly, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around Mattheo's invading tongue. It was as if your body had a mind of its own, craving the intense sensations they were subjecting you to, no matter how overwhelmed you became.

A choked cry tore from your throat as Mattheo’s ministrations pushed you past the point of no return.

Your scream echoed off the walls as the second orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. Your back bowed sharply, hips bucking wildly as you rode out the waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Theo held you firmly in place, allowing you nowhere to go but deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

Mattheo drank down your release greedily, swallowing every drop. Only when the last tremor had passed did he finally lift his head, his chin glistening with your juices. With a wicked grin, he licked his lips clean before crawling up your body to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

Theo released your legs , letting it fall limply to the bed as he relaxed beneath you. He carded his fingers through your damp hair, tucking stray strands behind your ear, before sliding the mask off of his head.

Mattheo pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied hum, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire as he gazed down at you.

"Turn around for me, tesoro," Theo murmured, his voice low and inviting. He guided you with a hand sliding across your lower back as you turned to face him, straddling his hips now. Theo shifted closer, one hand skimming along your side to settle on your hip possessively.

He lifted his hips slightly, tugging his pants down enough to free his impressive erection. It stood tall and proud, flushed a deep crimson and leaking precum at the tip. His eyes, normally reserved and guarded, burned with an intensity that made your heart race as he gazed up at you.

From behind, Mattheo pressed close, his hard length rubbing against your butt through the fabric of his pants. "You think you can handle us both at the same time, baby?" he purred, nipping at your earlobe playfully. His hot breath tickled your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Your breath hitched as Mattheo's rigid dick nudged insistently at your bare ass. Theo's hands quickly made work of your top before skimming up your sides to cup your aching breasts, thumbs swiping over the stiff peaks of your nipples.

"Yes," you breathed, meeting Theo's heated gaze with a look of pure need. "Please, I want both of you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Theo guided you down onto his thick shaft, groaning at the exquisite sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. As you settled onto his lap, your back arched naturally, pressing your breasts into his abs.

Mattheo swiftly shed his remaining clothing, revealing his chiseled physique. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, drizzling a generous amount onto his pulsating dick. His eyes never left your body as he worked the slick substance into his cock, coating himself thoroughly.

Once prepared, he positioned himself behind you, the head of his dick teasingly probing the tight ring of your ass. "Ready for this, mi amor?" he whispered, his voice husky with arousal.

Biting your lip, you nodded eagerly, too far gone in your lust-addled haze to feel anything but excitement at the prospect of being filled completely by both men. Theo's strong arms encircled you protectively as Mattheo began to press forward, the initial sting giving way to a foreign yet pleasurable pressure as he sank inch by inch into you.

"Oh god," you whimpered, feeling impossibly stretched and full. Your nails dug into Theo's biceps as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming sensations bombarding your senses. Theo stroked your hair soothingly, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder as he waited patiently for you to acclimate.

The stretch and burn of Mattheo's girth slowly gave way to a deep, satisfying ache as he bottomed out within you. You let out a shaky exhale, your body trembling with the effort of accommodating both of them .

Theo's hands roamed your back, massaging the tension from your muscles as Mattheo began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before surging back in to the hilt.

"How does that feel, hm?" Theo murmured, his voice a warm caress against your ear. "Such a dirty fucking girl, taking two cocks at the same time."

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Mattheo groaned as he set a steady, relentless pace, driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak beneath you. Each stroke hit a spot inside you that sent jolts of electric pleasure racing up your spine. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as he pistoned in and out of your clenching depths.

Theo's hands continued to roam your back, dipping lower to tease the curve of your ass, occasionally giving the cheek a firm squeeze. "You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full of our cocks.”

As Mattheo's thrusts grew more forceful, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each reentry, Theo leaned in to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, all coherent thoughts fled your mind, leaving only primal instinct to guide you. You met Theo's lips hungrily, kissing him back with desperate fervor as you rolled your hips in tandem with Mattheo's increasingly frenzied movements and Theo’s relaxed ones.

The obscene squelch of lube and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, threatening to snap at any moment as you hurtled towards the precipice of release.

"Don't stop," you gasped between kisses, your fingers tangling in Theo's hair. "I'm so close... Please..." You begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about how desperate you sounded. All that mattered was chasing the blissful oblivion that awaited you.

Theo broke the kiss, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed down at you with a fierce, possessive hunger in his eyes. "Come for us, bella," he commanded hoarsely, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust up into you in sync with Mattheo's relentless pounding.

Mattheo reached around to rub your clit in firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you teetering on the brink. "Cum right on our cocks, baby," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

Their combined efforts pushed you over the edge, and with a high-pitched cry, you came undone. Your inner walls spasmed wildly around both cocks, milking them for all they were worth as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you.

Theo's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock, the vice-like grip sending him hurtling towards his own climax. "Fuck, yes!" he snarled, burying himself deep inside you as his orgasm ripped through him. He came hard, flooding your insides with warmth as he emptied himself deep within you.

Mattheo followed suit moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own peak. With a moan, he pulled out, his cock twitching as he painted your ass with his cum. He collapsed against your back, panting heavily as he nuzzled your neck.

“Well, you survived the Ghostface killers, miss final girl,” Mattheo teased. “You still scared?”

“Terrified.”

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[jigeuminunbich]

sleep tight | jung jaehyun (m)

synopsis in which you and jaehyun are forced to sleep on the couch of your family’s intimate, budget-friendly vacation home and just can’t seem to find comfortable positioning— that is until he climbs on top of you.

genre nonidol!au, fem!reader, established relationship, mature (smut), and a bit of comedy

minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)

warnings edited to the best of my abilities lmao, pretty public sex, unprotected missionary, hair-pulling, and pet names (babe)

word count 3k

a/n i literally wrote this on a whim and have not written smut in a hot minute (so please tread carefully lol)

If it was solely up to you, you and Jaehyun would be comfortably cuddled up in a King sized bed with the appropriate privacy every adult couple should have. But it unfortunately wasn’t up to you— your Mother’s desire to have everyone squeezed into the vacation home she rented and her sheer joy at the fact keeping you from doing what was clearly logical, so you two squirmed for the closest thing to comfort which you were soon realizing was far from happening any time soon.

“Babe,” Jaehyun gritted out, his breath fanning against your neck. His grip on your hips tightened in an effort to ease you but your need to find an actually pleasant position overpowered his hold on you.

You angled your neck, flashing him an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry, but I’m not trying to wake up with a crick in my neck tomorrow.”

Your sympathy for your boyfriend was fleeting, beginning to rustle around in your shared space one again, much to his dismay.

Jaehyun let out a breathy chuckle, still trying to get ahold on your frame as you wriggled around much like a fish out of water. “I think that’s gonna happen no matter how you lay, so just stay still.”

His broad frame engulfed your’s in his endeavor to stop you from moving around, and unbeknownst to you, to stop you from absentmindedly grinding into him. You huffed, already attempting to flounder out of your boyfriend’s arms. “That’s easy for you to say.”

“Easy? Do you not see my feet?” On cue, his sock clad feet wiggled over the armrest on the opposite end of the couch and you fail to bite back a giggle.

“It’s not funny.” Jaehyun muttered, a hint of humor in his tone.

“It kind of is,” you manage to get through his hold, sitting up for a moment. “maybe we should sleep opposite ways—“

A large hand is pressed against your stomach, Jaehyun’s attempt to pull you back down next to him. “No, no. Just stay right here.”

With your body too tired to fight against his strength, you oblige but not without clear suspicion written on your face. “It would probably be more comfortable, Jae,”

“Well, you’ve already started something in this position that I think you should stay and finish.” Jaehyun murmurs lowly, his front pressing further into your side until you realize just what he means.

You sputter out a laugh in amazement, taken aback with your boyfriend’s sheer audacity.

“Are you insane?! My family is literally on the other side of this wall.”

“Yeah, I can hear them snoring. It’ll be quick, promise.”

You scoff, shuffling onto your side in a way that you hoped would tell your boyfriend his idea was perilous and downright deranged. But he only takes it as an opportunity to wrap his body around you once again, his hardened cock pushing into the plush of your ass.

“Jae,” you warn. He only responds with a hum that comes across almost pained, and you screw your eyes shut at just how desperate he sounds. His lips are pressed into the side of your neck, beginning to try and egg you on by layering soft kisses over your skin. Your argument falls short once you feel his tongue swiping against you, and instinctively your neck cranes to allow him to do more.

“…just be quick, okay?” You muster out, falling to your boyfriend’s charms. You can sense the victorious smile that plays on his lips, though it only lasts for a brief second as he takes no time to alter his posture for the first time tonight. His stature suddenly hovering over you, with his knees situated on either side of your hips.

“Shit. You waste no time, huh?”

Jaehyun snickers. “I’ve been thinking about this for the past two hours and every time you moved only weakened my patience, so yeah, I don’t.”

Before you could counter him, his lips were on yours, swallowing any argument you had. It was unusual but thrilling, just how greedy Jaehyun was. A typical night like this between the two of you would flow a lot slower and way smoother than what was currently transpiring. But it was clear in the way your boyfriend’s large hands familiarly roamed the expanse of your body and from how sloppy your kiss was, that he had in fact been dwelling on doing this since you both had been shunned to the couch together.

A melody of teeth knocking, wet pops, and soft but frequent sighs of pleasure began to emerge from the three-seater couch in the middle of the living room. In the middle of your family’s respective rooms, but that fact had quickly traveled to the back of your mind, especially after Jaehyun’s hand had found home underneath your nightgown.

Somehow you managed to escape the hungry lips of your lover to speak, “Don’t tease.” You threaten, just as Jaehyun’s gentle fingers had begun to strum at the fabric of your now dampened panties.

Completely aware of the advantage he held at the moment, Jaehyun chuckled into your mouth, amused. He leans his face back and away from you, but only to the point where the tips of your noses are inevitably able to touch.

“And what if I decide to?” He challenges, two pads of his fingers disobediently playing with your clothed clit. You jolt at the feeling, struggling to keep your authority from wavering.

“Well, you said you wanted to keep this quick, no?” You reverberate your boyfriend’s exact choice of words. Jaehyun’s defiant ministrations stall as he considers his options. Thankfully, the pressure between your legs is lightened and you’re able to relax a bit.

“True. Maybe tomorrow night then.” He sneers before closing the space between you both and abusing your lips. The thought of you both going at it for a second night in a row, and risking the same thing over again welcomes back the reality of the situation.

Driven to get this over with as soon as possible without running the risk of your family peeking their head around the corner, you reach your hand out to grip Jaehyun through his sleep shorts. A guttural groan pushes its way from his throat and down your own, and you're more than happy to keep them coming. Your hand continues to rub the length of his hard-on for a moment before you’re reaching for the waistband of his bottoms.

Jaehyun catches on to your pace, pulling away to sit up in an attempt to help you pull his shorts down. You let him follow through with it, moving onto your own bottoms that took no time to slide down your legs and onto the nearby carpet.

“Ready?” You whisper, situating yourself under your boyfriend, planting your feet on either side of him to allow him greater access to hover over you.

Jaehyun giggles at your eagerness, his length heavy in his left palm while his right landed right by your head. “Mhm,” he muffles into a peck on your lips, “tell me if it’s all too much.”

You wordlessly nod, all too familiar with this string of events. You stiffen momentarily at the feeling of Jaehyun first entering you, shifting uncomfortably until your arms are around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss. It’s good that you did, as his length continues to stretch your walls, you start to emit moans that could thankfully be contained into Jaehyun’s mouth.

He steadily rocks his hips into your own, coming to a halt when he’s finally able to bottom out inside of you. His lips travel from your own, to your cheek, and finally by your ear. “Be good for me, yeah?”

The taunting tone in his voice riles you to respond but he interrupts you by dragging his cock through your walls just to thrust back into you. You gasp at the feeling, your eyes rolling in your head.

Jaehyun’s feverious behavior from moments earlier returns, his mouth coming back to silence you as he begins to find a rhythm between your legs. The sound of huffing and the repeated padding of skin against each other filters into the room, and you pray it doesn’t seep past the cracks of your family’s doors or through the walls.

You and Jaehyun play tug-of-war with each other’s lips, teeth snagging one another in between the greedy intrusion of your tongues. It’s a fight to try to keep up with him as he has the upper hand, angling his body in a way that you're sandwiched between him and the couch with little room to wrestle your way out. It doesn’t help that the feeling of his cock drilling into you has you losing your mind.

You’re riding on a high, the pace you’re going at is quickly allowing you to build tension in the base of your stomach, and you can barely focus with that sensation and the distracting muscle of Jaehyun’s roaming your mouth. Key word, almost.

Your eyes peel open momentarily when Jaehyun pulls away from mouth to deliver open mouth kisses on the available area of your neck, bruises threatening to form and tell a story tomorrow from how passionately he suckles on your skin.

“Jae—“ you begin, but pause abruptly at the slim, yet sudden appearance of light under the door frame that belonged to your parent’s room. “Jae!”

The hands that had tightened around your own arms for stability soon came to either side of your boyfriend’s head in a haste to grab his attention. Jaehyun stills at your sudden change in tune and lifts his head accordingly, allowing you to angle his attention to the door across the living room.

“Wha— oh,” he squints before realizing that the yellow light beaming from the floor definitely wasn’t there a couple moments ago. Eyes wide with panic, he turns back to you. Both of your expressions say a thousand words without having to exchange any real conversation. You begin to signal for him to pull out and roll off of you but he declines, shaking his head hurriedly.

“Don’t move.” He warns, so quiet that you could barely hear him. But he knows you definitely did when you glare at him incredulously.

“What do you mean don’t move?! If one of them walks out here and sees us—“ promptly Jaehyun’s palm is placed over your mouth, silencing your rant, following the distant sound of another door shutting.

Simultaneously, your eyes train on the door opposite of the couch. It was clear that one of your parents had woken up with the need to go to the bathroom but the chance of them deciding to wander out of their room to catch their daughter and their precious son-in-law in such a compromising position still pressed on in your mind.

Seconds ticked on like hours, and the longer you two sat like this you became more aware of your boyfriend’s dick that was still wedged between your walls and how you weren’t going to be able to take not moving much longer. Almost as if Jaehyun could sense your restlessness, his eyes flitted over to you, trying his best to swallow his laughter.

You warned him with your eyes the best you could, it could almost be interpreted as a curse from just how piercing your glare was. In retaliation, Jaehyun shifted his hips backwards and retracted out of your walls at an agonizingly slow pace. If it wasn’t for his hand doing its best job at quieting your sounds, you’re sure whoever was stirring in your parents room would be alerted that something was definitely going on outside their door.

Before Jaehyun could terrorize you any further, you both heard the sounds of a door closing again and what seemed to be your Mother murmuring to herself just before the poignant light under the frame ceased back to nothing. Cautious, you both remained still for a beat longer than probably necessary before returning your gazes to each other.

“That was close.” Jaehyun muttered, allowing you to swat away his hand bitterly.

“You think?” You bit, stunned that he could even manage to laugh at the moment.

“You love me,” he answers back, stealing a kiss. You shake your head in disbelief at him, masking your thrill that had boiled from the possibility of you two being caught.

“You’re sick.”

Jaehyun laughs at this, grasping your hips, lifting you up a bit, before leaning down till your face to face once more. This positioning only allows him to slowly ease his way back into you, chipping your anger away quickly.

“Still love me, don’t you?” He taunts.

“We’ll see—“ you interrupt your back and forth with the force of your own lips, Jaehyun’s hips ramming back into your own hastily at the need to keep up with you. It’s clear in both of your movements that you’re both eager for a release of some sort. Your hands find either side of your boyfriend’s face as he manhandles you— his knees sink deeper into the infamous couch from holding your weight up in his arms. The new angle allows you to rut your clit into his pelvis, welcoming a much needed rush that shoots through your body.

It’s damn near feral the way you two devour each other in search for a finish, and if anyone walked in on this very moment you would just have to pack up you and Jaehyun’s bags and never be seen again.

Your moans are ripping through you quicker and are resonating more high-pitch. A tell-tale sign to Jaehyun that you’re close to climaxing. He draws an arm from around your back to inch his hand into your hair, instinctively coiling his fingers in your strands and pulling to edge you on. The action only encourages you and you pull yourself as flush to your boyfriend as physically possible, leaving the span of his thrusts to shorten but your grinding to excel.

“You gonna come for me?” Jaehyun asks, his answer apparent in the way you can barely form a word to retort back. He finds humor in this, and is elated to encourage your hips against him to propel you to your near orgasm.

A pathetic mewl emits from the back of your throat and anything after is hushed by Jaehyun’s mouth. Your release is quick to wash over you while you allow yourself to rut against Jaehyun until your mind finds proper footing. Thankfully, he gives you that time, laying you down on your back once your hips still.

It doesn’t last all too long since soon Jaehyun’s face was in the crook of your neck as you were catching your breath, rocking his hips to chase his own orgasm. You withstand the overwhelming sensation of the continued stimulation, holding out till your boyfriend’s thrusts soon falter into an arrhythmic pace before his hips begin to stutter upon his release. You shudder at the repeated spurts of his come that lined your walls and soon your folds after Jaehyun finally pulled out.

The living room was motionless for a moment, Jaehyun collapsing his body weight onto you tiredly. Your frame follows suit, relaxing into the cushions of the couch beneath you while your eyes flutter shut. Only to reopen when Jaehyun’s head rises from the junction between your neck and shoulder to gaze at you.

You both exchange dopey smiles before his mouth moves to speak, “See, that wasn’t too bad,” he sneers.

Without even thinking about it, your eyes roll and you scoff at him. “We were this close to being put out on the street.”

Though still a bit weak, you’re able to shove your boyfriend off of you with a slither of his help. He lands in his initial position but not before situating his shorts back into place and assisting you by pulling down your nightgown.

“Yeah, but we weren’t.” He finalizes with a smirk, pulling your body flush against his. You decide you’re way too exhausted to bicker with him, mumbling something to the tune of whatever.

© jigueminunbich ‘24

[bobbeshwar]

tags: gojo x fem-reader, desperate asf!gojo, masturbation, phone sex(?), dirty talk, gojo is a fucking freak, teehee

gojo would definitely be the type to call you just to moan and whimper into the phone while you’re away.

and it’s specifically when you’re on an errand, or out with friends, or just generally off guard and in range just so he can fuck with you.

“babyy…” he whines, and you can hear the squelching sounds of his hand stroking his cock, punctuated by the insane noises leaving his mouth.

god, you were in the fucking cereal isle, “i’m gonna block you, satoru, jeez.” You curse internally at the sudden breathiness prevalant in your tone.

another moan followed by a laugh that has your face heating and thighs clenching as you nearly drop the stupid box of Cheerios you were considering buying a second ago before this nuisance called.

“you—fuck—love me, shittt you’re probably so wet right now.” his laughter mixes between those pretty little moans and you hate how right he is.

“no, I’m sick of your shit.” you lie, shakily placing the cereal box back on the shelf.

the squelching gets a little louder and so does he, “k-keep going, I’m almost done.” you can practically feel the mischievous smirk in his voice as his pace audibly quickens.

“don’t you dare fucking cum, satoru.” you can hear his low whine through the phone, can imagine his hand squeezing the base of his cock, head thrown back against the pillow as he tries not to spurt all over himself.

“pleasee.” he breathes, “or do you wanna come and f-finish me off? stuff me inside you till I fill you up?”

you hold back a frustrated groan, leaning against the aisle as your thighs clench. “like I’d give you a fucking chance. you’d be lucky if I even let you fuck my fist, satoru.”

the moan he lets out is damn near pornographic and you nearly stumble. “‘love you s-so fucking much—fuckkk..” the squelching noises come back in full force as he fucking comes right then and there, letting out little exaggerated groans as he does it. And you just know he’s got that huge smirk on his pink lips as he gives his cock a few more shallow strokes, whimpering through his overstimulation into the phone speaker.

you let out a long sigh, thighs slick and lips bitten raw before saying, “I’m on my way back, ‘toru.”

you hear nothing but a weak laugh before you end the call.

[st4rryrain]

Strawberry Lip Gloss

(Logan Howlett x Reader)

Tags: fem!reader, age gap, ex-dancer!reader, probably ooc, worst!logan, post-deadpool x wolverine, some fluff if you squint, wade x vanessa

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Brought into a world so different yet so similar to his own, Logan can’t help but continue to keep himself guarded from emotional connection. That is until Wade and Vanessa introduce him to you.

A/N: First fanfic on here! First part of two and the next part is gonna be smut. Muehehe… Proofread but I probably missed stuff. Anyways, I hope I did a good job and you guys enjoy.

Logan didn’t like the idea of emotional connection. He hated knowing that one day, he would disappoint people. He hated knowing that if he got attached to someone, he could lose them and it was all for nothing. The impending doom that would wash over him whenever he had those small moments of happiness was overwhelming. Sometimes he’d wake up in a cold sweat, remembering his life before ending up in a new world. It haunted him like a restless ghost.

“If you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to cut off your legs, bub.”

Logan and Wade were at a bar downtown. Logan hadn’t actually invited Wade, but he didn’t care whether or not he tagged along as long as he let him drink without making any insane remarks.

“What? I can’t ask you things?” Wade whined.

“Not when you ask about things that shouldn’t be asked. Ever.” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

Wade scoffed, “Oh please. Asking about someone’s dick size is not something that should never be asked!”

Logan sighed. So much for giving Wade the benefit of the doubt.

Wade looked down at his phone. “Vanessa should be here soon. She said she’s 5 minutes away.”

Logan groaned. “You invited your girlfriend?”

“Yes, actually! I did invite my girlfriend.”

“If I could kill myself, I would.” Logan mumbled before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Hey! Vanessa is nice!”

“I’m not annoyed about that, dumbass. I’m annoyed that it means you two are probably going to get handsy in front of my whiskey and I.”

“Don’t worry, she’s bringing a friend for you to get handsy with, peanut.” Wade said while typing away on his phone.

Logan just sighed, unable to comprehend how he even puts up with Wade for a second.

After a few minutes, Vanessa and you walked into the bar. Vanessa gleamed with excitement as she embraced Wade. You simply stood behind her, awkwardly waiting for her to finish.

“Hi, Y/N!” Wade waved. “Long time no see. How’s my favorite original moody pookie bear?”

“Wade, last time I saw you, you almost got me killed. How do you think I’m doing?” You sounded incredibly annoyed and rightfully so.

“Well, nothing a few visits to a psychiatrist and a good trip to pound-town won’t fix!”

“Fuck you.”

“For a girl who looks like she sings to all the woodland creatures and picks cherries on a Sunday afternoon, you sure do have a lot of pent up violence in your body.”

Vanessa smiled as she found the interaction between her lover and you entertaining.

“Fuck, I forgot to introduce you to my new best bud here!” Wade excitedly said, “Y/N, this is Logan. Logan, this is Y/N. I think you guys would get along since you both hate me!” He was way more enthusiastic about it than he should be.

Logan and you met eyes. You gave a small smile. Logan didn’t seem very interested, only letting out a small hum.

Wade turned to Vanessa, “You wanna join me in the bathroom to make sure everything is following state laws?”

Vanessa smiled, “Of course.”

The two lovers scurried away, giddy as if they were teenagers.

You sat a seat away from Logan. “Every time…” You muttered.

Logan didn’t say anything. He faced forward and drank his whiskey. A few minutes passed, the air around you two awkward.

“I was told you’re from a different timeline.” You said, breaking the unbearable silence. “How are adjusting to this new world?”

Logan shrugged. “Fine.”

The silence returned. You sat there awkwardly, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Are you… a mutant?” You asked nervously.

“We don’t have to talk, you know? We can sit here and wait for the others to finish, bub.”

You looked down at the bar counter. “Sorry…”

Logan sighed, “Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean for it to sound mean or anything.”

“Honestly, though… I get it. I’d be mean and angry all the time if I had to live with someone like Wade. Especially Wade.”

A small smile adorned Logan’s face. You smiled, feeling a sense of relief that you had lightened the mood.

“I’m convinced that he was dropped as a baby… multiple times.”

Logan chuckled. “He must keep getting dropped everyday if he’s this fucking annoying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“How come you let Vanessa drag you here? It doesn’t seem like you want to be here.”

You thought for a moment.

“I think I just wanted something to distract me since I’ve been feeling shitty.” You shifted in your seat. “I got broken up with like half a year ago.”

“You’re still hung up on someone from half a year ago?” Logan raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

“I mean, I really liked the guy. We dated for a year and a half but things started falling apart when I wanted him to get more serious. I was putting my all into the relationship but he didn’t seem to want the same thing I did.”

“You look young, kid. How old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“Guys your age are assholes. Those shitheads are like dogs. All they do is eat, shit, sleep, and go into heat.” He grumbled.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” You sighed. “I fucking hate dating guys my age. They always end up being immature and leave me with at least 10 different traumatic experiences.”

Silence once again fell upon you two.

“Holy fuck, those bastards are taking forever.” Logan said.

“Trust me, sometimes they’re gone for hours.”

“How’d you meet Vanessa?”

You blushed. You had started being a dancer at the tender age of 19. Freshly kicked out of your house, you felt like there was no other way. Luckily, you met Vanessa. An older sister figure who took care of you and even let you live with her for some time before you got up on your own two feet. You weren’t necessarily embarrassed about having been a dancer, you were more so annoyed by the constant comments that you “didn’t seem like the type”.

“I…” You toyed with your sleeves, “I met her when we were dancers at the same place. She took care of me and was there whenever I needed her.”

Logan hummed. “Cute.”

“Every time I tell people I used to be a dancer, I get told I don’t seem like the type. I don’t even know what they mean.”

Logan watches and listened to you ramble as you continued on about different things people have said over the years.

“Someone once told me I was too pretty to be a dancer! Like what kind of backhanded compliment is that?” You crossed your arms and rested them on the counter. “Fuck, I dunno.”

“You seem like a sweet girl, bub. I know a lot of dancers don’t do it because they wanted to, but because they needed the money. Was that the case?”

You nodded.

“Did you at least enjoy being one?”

“Fuck no. I hated all those people staring at me the way a hawk circles a critter. The things they’d say, do, and who knows what they thought.”

“I think you’re too sweet to be a dancer. Not saying you don’t or do seem like the type, but more so you didn’t deserve to do something you didn’t enjoy.”

You looked at Logan. He seemed sincere and understanding. A small smile formed on your lips.

“Thanks, Logan. Congrats on being the first outside person to not blame me.”

“Did you guys kiss yet?” A familiar voice asked as it got closer.

You and Logan turned, spotting Wade and Vanessa.

“Holy shit, did you guys survive a fucking bomb or something?” Logan noted how messy Vanessa’s hair was and how disheveled their clothes were.

“Oh we survived a fucking bomb, alright.” Wade smiled. “But seriously, have you two kissed yet?”

“Wade, don’t make me curb stomp you again.” You glared.

Logan turned to you. “You’ve curb stomped him before?”

“Oh yeah. Girl’s got some insane skills.” Vanessa laughed, finding the memory funny.

“You guys ready to go or should we let you guys use the bathroom too?” Wade wiggled his brows.

“I hope the dog shits on your bed.” Logan frowned.

The group exited the bar and parted ways for the time being. Wade continued prying Logan on what he thought of you. He would go on and on about his favorite memories with you like the many times you third wheeled for Vanessa and him, the time you got a new car and crashed it the following week, and the time you curb stomped him for one of the many times he almost got you killed.

Logan and you would frequently cross paths at Wade or Vanessa’s parties or while waiting for Wade and Vanessa to finish having sex somewhere like a restaurant or even the apartment bathroom.

To Logan’s dismay, he had grown very fond of you. You were sweet, smart, pretty, and weren’t afraid to speak your mind, especially when it came to Wade’s stupidity. Sometimes, he’d catch himself staring or hoping to see you or feeling a disgustingly fuzzy feeling in his chest at the thought of you. Wade and Vanessa could tell Logan and you had feelings for each other. The way you looked at each other and enjoyed each other’s company was endearing.

“I dunno how they can go on for so long.” You groaned as you and Logan stood outside in the hallway of the apartment.

“Surprised Al hasn’t kicked Wade out for it.” Logan leaned against the wall.

“Oh she’s tried.” You held Mary Puppins in your arms, not wanting her to bear witness to the sinful behavior taking place indoors.

Logan smiled, placing a hand on the dog’s head for a quick pet.

“Are you seeing anyone, Logan?”

Logan pauses. He stares off into the distance for a moment, contemplating whether or not to avoid the question.

“No. Are you?”

“No.”

An almost deafening silence encapsulates you both.

“Do you want to love someone?” You asked as you held and lightly squished the dog’s paw.

Logan months ago would have said no. Hell, he would have said never. But Logan felt his attachment to you getting the better of him.

“Love isn’t for me, bub. I don’t think I can handle losing someone anymore.”

“Well that’s why you have to find someone who can’t handle losing you either.”

Logan and you looked to each other. You were staring up at him like you were waiting for something.

“You’re the sweetest little thing I’ve met, Y/N.” Logan leaned in a little.

“Only to people I love having around.”

“You deserve someone who will love you and take care of you. Someone who will worship the ground you walk on.”

You smiled shyly.

“A pretty little thing like you needs to be told everyday how perfect you are.”

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stroke my ego?” You joked.

“Can I, sweetheart?” Logan asked, his face inches away.

“Mhm.” You hummed as you leaned upward.

Logan pressed his lips against yours. Your lips were soft and almost addictive. Strawberry flavor peppered along them. You smelled of a delicate perfume and a pleasantly scented shampoo he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Logan cupped your cheek with a cold calloused hand, bringing you closer to his face.

“You do this with all the girls you sweet talk?” You mumbled into the kiss.

“Only the sweet ones named Y/N that I’m fond of.” Logan brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “I’ve only ever been fond of one sweet Y/N.”

You smiled as you parted lips. You’re a little winded from how eagerly he kissed you. It had been like a starving man finding a buffet.

“I’d really like to take you out, sweetheart.” Logan said. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Of course, Lo.”

The door to Wade’s apartment opened and he peeked into the hallway.

“Did you guys kiss yet?”

“Wade, go back inside before I turn your small intestine into a jump rope.” You snapped.

Wade smiled, “Oh you guys totally did.” He went back inside and closed the door, loudly informing Vanessa of his assumption.

“Can’t believe Mary Puppins was the witness to a real life rom-com.” You joked as you cradled the dog.

“More like a horror movie with Wade’s ugly fucking face.”

You, Logan, and Mary Puppins went back inside. You were immediately greeted with Vanessa and Wade smiling like crazy.

“What?” Logan asked.

“You guys kissed.” Wade replied.

“What?” Logan didn’t understand how Wade came to the conclusion. Sure he was right but how did he know?

“Oh don’t play coy with me, peanut. I see that lip gloss on you. You have never worn lip gloss and I doubt you ever will. You’re too afraid to ever serve cunt.”

You set down the dog and turned to Logan.

“Yeah… You do have some of my lip gloss. Sorry, Lo.” You said sheepishly, realizing you left evidence at the crime scene.

Vanessa giggled. “So you admit it!”

“Fucking finally. We didn’t know if you guys would end up even liking each other in that way. This took a lot of planning and a lot of coordination. Better than cupid.” Wade sounded proud of himself.

“You planned this?” Logan asked.

“Well, both of you seemed to want to love and be loved. You also had a common enemy of that being Wade. So Wade and I thought you two might be a good match.” Vanessa explained it with a huge smile that yelled ‘proud mother’.

“Whenever we left you two alone, he hoped you guys would do something. Anything!” Wade recalled.

“You guys weren’t leaving to have sex? You just hoped we’d flirt?” You asked, a little agitated for having to wait for them all those times.

“No. Most of the time, we actually did bang in a bathroom or car.”

“You guys are lucky your little scheme worked.” You crossed your arms and huffed.

“So when’s the wedding?”

“Wade!”

Logan took you out to a quaint little restaurant somewhere on the other side of the city. He paid for the meal despite you insisting you split the bill. He would hold your hand as you entered and exited the car as well as opening and closing the door. To say Logan was infatuated was a complete understatement.

“I don’t want to go back to that apartment with that annoying prick.” Logan complained as you sat in his car in the middle of an empty parking lot.

“We could go to my place.” You gave an alternative, hoping he would say yes.

“You sure, sweetheart?”

“Yeah! Just don’t mind my cat and you’re all good.”

“You have a cat?”

“Her name is Egg. She’s round like one.”

You and Logan drove to your small apartment in a small apartment building. The walls weren’t crumbling and the stairs weren’t on the verge of falling apart. Compared to Wade’s apartment building, this was luxurious.

“I’m home, Egg!” You greeted your feline as you walked through the door.

“Lock the door behind you, please.” You said as you set your things down.

Logan felt giant in your small apartment. It wasn’t that the ceiling was low or anything. He just felt so out of place in a cozy place where there were a few plants here and there, clean counters, and comfy furniture.

“This is Egg.” You picked up a white chubby feline with blue eyes. “She loves to sleep and is currently on a diet ‘cause the vet said she should stop being an egg.”

Logan smiled at her and reached his hand out to pet the cat. The cat seemed to just stare and move her head away from his hand.

“She’s not aggressive. She’s something worse… Judgmental.” You always found Egg’s reaction to people who weren’t you amusing.

You held one of Egg’s paws and playfully waved it, pretending that the cat was waving at Logan. You set the cat down and watched as she strutted away.

“Your cat has an attitude.”

You laughed, “She invented attitude. You should see her with Wade. Even she doesn’t like him to the point she tries clawing his face off.”

If staring was a competition, Logan would hold the world record for most staring at someone with heart eyes. Literally. His eyes were practically the shape of hearts.

“What? Is something on my face? Did I say something?” You asked, worried you may have embarrassed yourself in front of Logan.

Logan leaned down and kissed your lips. “Do you always have strawberry lip gloss on your lips?”

“I dunno, how about you find out and kiss me every time you see me.”

Logan seemed to really like the strawberry lip gloss you wore and almost started to devour your face. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you closer. He was starting to let his hands wander.

“Not in front of my child.” You protested. “She’s 3! Not even old enough to start kindergarten.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss. “Alright, doll.”

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie threw an arm over Steve's shoulder, bringing him into a half-hug, “So, what did you guys think?”

“It was great!” Steve said quickly, relaxing into Eddie’s side, “You guys killed it, dude!”

“He’s right,” Robin agreed, “It was awesome! Super, duper fun and we’re so glad we got to see it. But actually, we kinda got to go-”

Eddie frowned, the loose grip he had over Steve’s shoulder tightening on it’s own accord, “Go where? Don’t tell me you guys are tired already?”

For some reason, Robin didn’t look at him after he asked the question. Instead she looked to Steve, a brow raised as she waited for something. But then Steve was giving her a subtle nod, her queue to start talking again. She leaned in closer, whispering as loud as she could in the noisy environment, “So… you’re like cool, right? Steve said you were cool.”

Eddie cocked his head at her, beyond confused, “I-yes? I guess?”

“About the thing?” She pressed, jerking her head his direction, “Steve’s thing?”

“Oh!” Eddie blurted, finally catching on. But he still didn’t get what Steve being gay had to do with them ditching. He nodded quickly, “Very cool with it. Have zero issues.”

It was almost true. Whatever issues Eddie had with Steve’s sexuality involved his own bullshit more than anything else. Plus, his answer had Robin smiling. Gesturing for Eddie to lean in closer, “Good. Because we, um. Share the affliction if you catch my drift.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie said, not missing a beat. He had kind of figured that out along the way. Considering the process of elimination on who could have possibly talked Steve through his queer thoughts. Not that Eddie cared, “No problem here.”

“Good!” She said with a grin, “Then you know just how limited our options are where we live. And according to an insanely pretty girl, there is an honest to god gay bar, like a few blocks away!”

Eddie swallowed, discomfort suddenly settling in at the suggestion, “T-That’s where you guys are going?”

“Yeah!” She said excitedly, setting her sights back onto Steve, “It’s time for someone to realize that we are hot enough to flirt and be flirted with! Closets don’t matter when you’re hours away from home.”

“We share the exact same closet,” Steve groaned, “Don’t start preaching to me.”

“And tonight we can escape from it!” Robin argued, “Come on! Eddie’s going to be busy with his friends and groupies anyway. What else are we doing-”

“I’m actually not that busy,” Eddie interrupted, trying his damndest to keep his voice calm. Suddenly, he felt nauseous again. He didn’t-He knew Steve could handle himself. He did. B-But creeps were everywhere! And he wasn’t used to being around guys who only wanted one thing and Robin would be distracted with girls a-and Eddie was really struggling with this idea.

Though Steve seemed to disagree. The next thing he knew, Steve was smiling back at her. Letting out a good-natured sigh, “Fine, fine! We can go. Someone has to make sure you don’t get kidnapped.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Robin nearly squealed, bouncing a little in her seat, “This is gonna be so fun!”

Eddie’s heart squeezed uncomfortably in his his chest at the excitement, dread starting to fill him. He opened his mouth, words escaping before he could even think of it, “Sounds like you two might need a D.D. I can do it.”

It was probably the first time Eddie had ever invited himself to something he clearly wasn’t a part of. But he had to give himself some credit for how smoothly it came out. 

Robin looked up at him, clearly surprised, “Really? It’s not exactly your scene.”

Eddie shrugged, “It could be. I like George Michael.”

Steve snorted next to him, “That is the one true gay litmus test. You got us there.”

“Seriously though,” Eddie pressed, refusing to let it go, “Then you can both drink, dance, have fun. And not worry about how you’re getting back to the hotel.”

“But don’t you want to stay here?” Steve asked, “Robin wasn’t kidding about the groupies. You should have heard what some of them were saying.”

“You could definitely get laid,” Robin added. She was staring at him now, looking at Eddie in a way that seemed a little past confused. Like she was examining him. Testing him. Or maybe that was just in his head. 

Eddie held firm, “Maybe, but I’d rather hang out with you two vs playing wingman to the boys. What do you say?”

“If you really don’t mind…” Steve said, trailing off. But Eddie could tell that he was happy. He could barely keep his smile to himself as he looked to the side, biting his lip in a way that Eddie fucking knew other people would notice. How could they not? 

from the next chapter of this fic

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is holed up in the office of his and Steve’s home working on some writing when he notices an odd kind of commotion coming from upstairs.

Now, he and Steve have three daughters under the age of ten, so commotion is pretty much a baseline for them, but it’s odd because it sounds like Steve might actually be involved this time, and that makes it especially weird because Eddie was pretty sure that Steve was taking the kids to see a movie to give Eddie a few hours to maybe hit that word count goal (he probably won't, but whatever).

It's just about odd enough for Eddie to go investigate further and, indeed, he finds a very much ticked-off Steve standing outside of their middle daughter Robbie’s closed bedroom door.

“What the hell is going on?” Eddie asks.

Steve rounds on him. 

“She’s driving me insane,” Steve says, “That kid is you in a seven-year-old’s body, and I’m going insane.”

“Wait, can you…” Ed shook his head, “What’s happening?”

“I thought it would be fun to take the girls to that new Nanny McPhee movie because they liked the first one, right?” he starts

“Sure.”

“The second – the second – I suggested it, Robbie starts ranting and raving. Ed, do you know what she said to me? 

“Oh god,” Eddie said warily, “What’d she say?”

“She said sequels aren’t passion projects, Papa. They’re just for money. Who the fuck do you think she learned that one from, Ed?”

And yeah, shit, that might be Eddie’s bad.

“Whatever,” Steve says before Eddie has a chance to respond, “So she doesn’t wanna go – that’s fine – but, shocker, the other two still want to go, and just as we’re walking out the door, Robbie demands that we wait for her because she actually does want to come and now,” Steve pauses to hold in a laugh as Robbie scutters out of her room in the direction of the bathroom, one shoe on and an earring half-in, “Now we’re gonna be so fuckin’ late because this one can’t just throw on a sweatshirt and get in the car.”

Eddie knows for a fact that Robbie had spent the entire weekend in the same pajamas she’d worn to bed on Friday night, but now she’s donned a denim dress with a red t-shirt and black tights underneath. She’s got black combat boots on her feet (just one at the moment, actually), and she’s wearing the leather jacket Eddie had found at a thrift shop in New York to complete the ensemble.

“Look at this kid,” Steve says, following Robbie into the bathroom and watching as she tried to fix her earring with one hand and her hair with the other, “Robbie, it’s August. It’s almost ninety degrees outside. Maybe think about ditching the leather.”

“I don’t care,” she fires back, “It’s about the look, Papa.”

“We’re going to a movie theater. It’ll be pitch black. Nobody will be looking at anything other than the movie. Let’s go.”

But Robbie is already pushing past him with a belligerent, “Outta my way. I gotta get another necklace.”

Steve manages to snag Robbie by the back of her jacket and swing her up into his arms.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says as Robbie furiously tries to squirm out of his grip to no avail, “Oh, I’m Robbie and I’m four feet tall and I get up-in-arms about everything and I’m gonna wear a leather jacket in August even though I once got heat exhaustion at the mall and gave my dad a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Robbie is in giggling hysterics by the time Steve ends his onslaught of mockery and puts her down.

“What do you think?” Steve asks, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she says, and then she asks, “Can you help me find my other shoe?”

“And now she’s asking me for shit,” Steve comments in disbelief as Robbie ducks back into her room. He looks at Eddie, “Seriously, you need to call Wayne and apologize for everything you must have put him through.”

“Alright.”