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[lovepeachh]

Chair.

Jason Todd x plus size! reader smut

In which Jason is the chair.

or

In which you aren't too heavy to sit on your bf's face after all.

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected oral sex, cunnilingus, face sitting, use of the word fat (internal dialogue, not in a negative way, it's just that I, as a plus size woman, use that word and if that upsets you I get it, don't read but i refuse to let this be another 'you're not fat, you're beautiful, let me dick you down to show you that you're not fat and ugly' fic, because fat and beautiful are not exclusive terms. I love you, and I love how you look. You're beautiful, and it's not in spite of your body.)

Dividers from here

A.N.: Sorry for not writing recently, things have been a little wild. I had a concussion, a tropical storm came, both my sisters totalled their cars, got my wisdom teeth out, and now another hurricane is on the way. Anyway, here's some smut.

"Babe, there's no way I'm doing that, I'll hurt you. I'm too heavy." It wasn't that you were self conscious of your weight or anything, but you didn't exactly want Jason to die again, this time because of you and your fat girl pussy.

He raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say 'So you think I'm weak?'

"Baby, don't give me that, I'm a big boy."

"Well I'm a big girl and I'm not gonna suffocate you or break your neck."

"I mean, it's a lot better than how I went out the first time."

A silence.

"Not funny."

He sits you on his lap.

"Come on sweetie, we can just try it. And I'll tap your thigh three times if I need air or for you to get up for any reason. Scout's honor."

You roll your eyes. "You were never a scout."

"Eh, I was a robin. Close enough. Please?"

"Ugh fine. I'll sit on your face. Happy?"

It's a matter of minutes before he rips off your clothes and pulls you right on top of his face, eating you out like a starving man at a Thanksgiving buffet.

Goddamn. He was good at this.

He hooks his arms around your thighs and holds you in place while he laps at you until you writhe and squirm.

"Jay!"

You're not quite sure if the sound leaving his mouth is a laugh or a moan, but the vibration has.you seeing stars.

He laps and sucks at you as you near the edge.

"Ah-!"

All thoughts of being too heavy leave your mind. Because this man wants it bad. And he's tongue fucking you too good for you to think straight.

Your hips buck as he licks into you over and and over until you're coming all over his desperate face.

He laps up your release and keeps stimulating your abused cunt until you start to tremble. Then he releases you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and presses a sticky kiss to your cheek.

"Still think you're too heavy?" he asks.

"Not for you." .

He laughs. "So we can do this again?"

You roll your eyes. "You're such a whore."

He kisses you. "Only for you, sweetheart."

You won't be doubting him again anytime soon. After all, what's a bit of fat when your boyfriend is built like a literal tank.

You shift in his arms, feeling something against your leg.

Oh.

"Care to help me out with that, sweetheart?"

[secretlyobito]

Underneath

Description: Satoru doesn't want you to see him without his blindfold.

Fluff, angst(teeny tiny), Satoru eating icecream :D, lots and lots of feelings

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Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to an hour. You sat beside Satoru on the dusty park bench, occasionally stealing glances at his blindfolded face. Satoru on the other hand ate his ice-cream happily albeit almost obliviously, if he noticed you taking little peeks at him then he definitely didn’t point it out as he continued to eat his snack, his blindfolded eyes taking in the scene of little children running around and playing.

You glanced away again as your fingers mindlessly prodded and poked at the chipping paint of the park bench beneath you. Why didn’t he want you to see what was underneath the damn blindfold? Admittedly, your relationship was a bit new, you and Satoru have only been dating for a little under a year. Still, within that time, moments had been shared, I love yous exchanged, memories made and your bond made stronger. Despite how you felt, you didn’t want to push Satoru. It was a surprise he was even dating at all, having stated himself multiple times that he did not see himself being in a relationship, you were quite grateful.

Recalling how Satoru felt about relationships gave way to the ugly feelings of insecurity you had been suppressing. You glanced at him worriedly one more time before the cruel thoughts began to flood your head, ‘where exactly is this relationship going?’ ‘does he even care about me as much as I care about him?’ ‘did he really want a relationship? Did I pressure him into this?’ ‘what if he-’

“11” “huh?” you asked stupidly as you were snapped out of your thoughts. “11, this is the eleventh time you’ve looked at me thinking I can’t see you~” he chuckles, the ice-cream in his hand all gone as he prepares to devour another one. “Am I not allowed to look at you?” “you can but I don’t approve of the motive behind it” he hums, his nimble fingers unwrapping the frozen treat causing a few kids to glance at his hands longingly. He unwraps the treat and hold it out in front of you “no thanks” you refuse politely, pushing his hand back toward him. “I know what you were thinking, I can smell the self-depreciating thoughts” You scoff as you glance away from him “what are you a mind reader?” “maybe” he chuckles leaning closer to you from his spot on the bench. Satoru never really understood the concept of personal space, he was always up in everyone’s face, Yuji, Megumi, you, you name it. You laugh at his usual intrusion of your personal bubble as your palms come up to push his face away, faltering when the textured fabric of his blindfold comes under your fingers. “ah so that’s what this is about” he hums again sitting back in his seat, you found it a bit annoying when he did that, read you like an open book. Most people mischaracterized Satoru as goofy and aloof, he was anything but aloof. He was one of the most observant and intuitive people you knew, he was anything but aloof.

You fiddled your fingers nervously as your heart raced, you had brought it up before the topic of wanting to see what he looked like underneath the blindfold, but he skillfully brushed you off, leaving the air awkward and tense after. You were afraid of creating that atmosphere again, you didn’t want to give Satoru, whom you felt like you had hit the jackpot getting him to be your boyfriend, a reason to leave you. You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair, you always felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. “tell me what’s on your mind, not that I don’t already know” “………It’s fine Toru, I was just thinking” you face forward again, subconsciously scooting away from him. Satoru frowns at this, he hated making you upset. He always knew he was a jerk but he truly felt it when he made you upset, he sighs as he tosses the wrapper of his ice-cream in the trash, getting up and holding his hand out for you “shall we? My sweet?” he says in his usual playful voice but you can sense the tension behind it a you grab his hand and get up.

The air is tense and awkward as you both walk home, exactly what you feared. He swings your joint hands as you walk down the street, “you know, I cover my eyes for a reason…” you cringe internally at the statement, feeling guilty he has to keep explaining himself to you “I know Toru and I completely understand, I’m sorry if it feels like I’m bothering you about it” his hearty chuckle rings out as he swings your joint hands harder “you could never bother me…..Ijichi maybe but not you”.

“Sweets, do you know the feeling of being exposed? Not just physically but emotionally too. When I first started covering my eyes, it gave me relief not just from the pain of the six eyes but from being……me. It gave me a shield, a cover, a moniker, kind of like Clark Kent when he wears the glasses” he chuckles. “my students call me the blindfolded idiot when I wear it and I love it, can act as silly as I want with them…. with you but the truth is, that isn’t me. Wearing the blindfold is nice because it helps me escape this cursed reality, helps me escape the reality of what I am. Y/N I’m nothing more than a symbol of power but I don’t want to be that for you, I didn’t want you to see me that way, I just wanted to be more than that for you and all I managed to do was to make you feel like I didn’t wanna open up to you” he sighs, now it was his turn to steal a glance at you. His jaw nearly drops as he sees the tears running down your cheeks as you sniffle. “Shit don’t cry, was my speech that sappy?” he winces as he wipes the tears away from your eyes. “Toru…I” you tried to find the right words to respond but you couldn’t, you had never even seen Satoru be half this serious or open, you had no idea how to respond. He smiles as he watches you fumble for words “you don’t have to say anything” he mumbles before swooping down to place a chaste kiss on your lips, his ears turning red as he does so, who knew underneath his bold, audacious moniker, Satoru was shy when it came to intimate affection? He quickly recovers as that stupid grin washes over his face again, his fingers moving behind his head to untie his blindfold “but I don’t blame you sweets, not a lot of ladies can resist this” he announces proudly, getting ready to reveal his face to you but your fingers abruptly stop his.

“its ok Satoru” you smile at him, watching his cocky grin drop from his face as you take his hand in yours again, resuming your walk home. He smiles in silent appreciation as you two walk home, tugging you closer. “and just so you know Satoru, I love you, every version of you”.

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Little Gojo fic for the soul since he got screwed over by gege in the last chapter. If you liked, please reblog! Enjoy♡

[kyliebabe]

Matt sturniolo x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Matts clearly upset, not letting you know what’s wrong, afraid of being venerable, he opens up telling you how he feels like he’s not good enough, and you comfort him

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, but mainly just tooth rotting fluff <3

matt crossed his arms, sitting beside you in the back seat after the video was done. he was clearly upset over something. every time you made a comment to nick or chris he would roll his eyes, and he refused to say anything. the minute you pulled in the driveway he ran off inside. He sat in his room scrolling mindlessly on his phone. you mentally groaned as you followed after him.

“hey what up?” I say sweetly sitting next to him on our shared bed.

Matt's posture stiffens, and he tenses up. He slowly turns to face you, his expression unreadable. He hesitates before speaking, his voice cold and distant “Nothing. Just leave me alone.” He turns back to his phone, clearly not wanting to engage in a conversation.

I let out a huff, pouting looking at him, his face visibly upset.

Matt's gaze flickers briefly to you before returning to his phone. He sighs quietly, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. After a moment of silence, he speaks again, his tone slightly softer "Look, I'm just not in the mood to talk right now, okay?"

“okay” I Say softly “are you mad at me?” I say anxiously biting my nail in anticipation, waiting for his answer.

Matt pauses, then turns to face you fully, his expression torn. He lets out a harsh sigh, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. After a moment, he admits softly “I don’t know, maybe.”

“do you want to talk about it?” I question nervously.

Matt pauses, then turns to face you fully, his expression torn. He lets out a harsh sigh, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. After a moment, he admits softly “I don’t know, maybe.”

“do you want to talk about it?” I question nervously.

Matt's expression softens a bit, and he hesitates before speaking. He looks into your eyes, searching for something. He bites his lower lip, then says quietly "It's... complicated. I'm just... frustrated, I guess." He breaks eye contact, looking down at his lap.

“do you want a hug?” I ask with a small smile hesitantly.

Matt looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He swallows hard, then nods softly “Yeah, actually. That would be nice.”

I climb into his lap pulling him into a warm embrace, softly scratching my nails through his hair comfortingly.

Matt's arms wrap tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your chest. His body relaxes, and he lets out a soft sigh. He mumbles into your chest "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you earlier."

“it’s okay honey, don’t worry about it” I softly hum placing a soft kiss to the top of his head lovingly.

Matt nuzzles closer, his arms tightening around you possessively. He tilts his head back, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. He pouts slightly "Promise you won't be mad at me?"

“I promise sweetheart” I reply with a loving smile “I would never judge you, if it’s bothering you than it’s important to me” I softly sigh out looking at him with nothing but love in my eyes.

Matt's face brightens ever so slightly at your promise. He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a deep breath, his expression growing more serious. After a moment, he says quietly "I love you."

“I love you too honey, now do you want to tell me what’s wrong”, I ask sweetly.

Matt nods, his expression growing somber. He runs a hand through his hair, then looks down at his lap, collecting his thoughts. After a moment, he speaks softly "I've just... been feeling really frustrated lately."

I nod reassuringly, encouraging him to continue.

Matt looks up at you, his expression conflicted. He swallows hard, then admits "I feel like no matter what I do, I can't make you happy. Like I'm not good enough for you." He looks down again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Matt sweetheart, you know that’s not true” I say with a head tilt my eyes filled with sadness “you know how much I love you right? I would never, ever want to change you, okay? your perfect, and I love you just the way you are” I softly say with a smile.

Matt looks up at you, his eyes glistening with slight tears. He reaches out and takes your hand, holding it tightly. "I know you say that, but sometimes I wonder..." He takes a shaky breath. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

“you could never disappoint me baby, your my future, okay?” I say looking into his eyes reassuringly.

Matt's expression slowly softens, and he nods, his grip on your hand tightening. He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you so much," he whispers. "Sometimes I get scared that I'll mess everything up." His voice is barely audible, laced with vulnerability.

“I get that hun, but I promise you, you could never lose me, I’m in this for life, okay?” I say looking into his eyes.

Matt's eyes well up with tears, and he nods, his lips trembling. He leans in, pressing his lips gently to yours. The kiss is soft and comforting, filled with love and promise.

As I pull away from the kiss I softly wipe his tears “do you know how much I love you?” I question with a smile.

Matt takes a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you wipe away his tears. "I... I think I do," he murmurs. "But sometimes I need to hear it." He reaches up, cupping your face in his hands.

“you know the highlight of my day is whenever I get to see you, anytime your on your way to pick me up for a date I’m always giddy, like a teenager, I love you so so much and I don’t want you to ever think your not enough for me, okay? No matter what you think about yourself, any of those thing you see as flaws are the things I love about you, because it’s what makes you who you are, and I love that about you, I wouldn’t change it for the world, okay matty?” I say reassuringly looking in his eyes.

Matt's expression softens, and he nods, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that have started to fall from his own eyes. He pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I..."

“it’s okay baby, you never have to thank me for loving you” I reply softly stroking the back of his head.

Matt pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of love, gratitude, and lingering vulnerability. "I know, but... I need you to know how much it means to me." He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm sorry for breaking down like this."

“hey, hey, don’t ever apologise this is what I’m here for okay, if you ever feel upset just come to me, your my boyfriend, of course I’m going to comfort you, your the love of my life” I reply looking into his eyes with a smile.

Matt's face breaks into a watery smile, and he leans in to kiss you tenderly. "I love you so much," he murmurs against your lips. He nuzzles into your neck, his body relaxing against yours. "Will you..."

“will I what matty” I reply reassuringly.

Matt takes a shaky breath. "Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone with my thoughts. They get so loud sometimes, and you're the only one who can quiet them." He looks up at you pleadingly, a rare moment of vulnerability.

“yes of course I will honey, you never have to be afraid to ask, I promise you it’s not an inconvenience I wouldn’t trade spending time with you for the world, okay?” I reply cupping his cheeks softly.

Matt's face crumples, and he buries his face in your chest, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding on tightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. "Thank you,"

I hug him tighter, playing with his hair, softly placing kisses on the top of his head lovingly.

Matt clings to you like a life raft, his fingers digging into your back as he continues to cry softly. After a few minutes, he pulls back slightly, his eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, wiping away his tears.

“hey no don’t apologise baby, it’s okay, emotions are normal, I would never judge you, I love you so much, all of you” I say with a smile giving him a soft little poke in the chest playfully pointing at him.

Matt gives a watery chuckle at your playful gesture, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright, alright, I get it. I'm amazing, right?" He attempts a grin, but it's still a bit wobbly.

I let out a soft giggle at his remark pulling him in for a quick, soft, loving peck on the lips.

Matt's face lights up with a genuine smile, and he pulls you in for a tighter hug. "I love you," he whispers. "More than anything." He takes a deep breath, his body relaxing against yours. "Can we... can we just stay like this for a while?"

“of course we can honey, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” I mutter comfortingly into his hair before placing a kiss on his head.

Matt nuzzles into your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He takes slow, steady breaths, his body relaxing as he clings to you. After a few moments, he speaks softly. "I think... I think I might be falling asleep."

I let out a soft giggle “do you want to move so you’re laying down?” I question with a smile.

Matt nods slightly, his fingers digging into your back as he begins to slide down your body, settling into your lap. "Just like this," he murmurs sleepily, his eyes fluttering closed.

I let him cuddle into me lightly stroking his hair, looking down at him with a loving smile of contentment on my face.

As you stroke his hair, Matt's breathing slows, and he snuggles deeper into your embrace. His face rests against your chest, and he lets out a soft, contented sigh, his body finally relaxing into sleep. "Love you," he mumbles, his words slurred and sleepy.

“I love you more baby” I whisper lovingly as he drifts off to sleep.

Matt's face breaks into a soft, dreamy smile, and he nuzzles closer to you, his body warm and trusting in your arms. As you sit there holding him, you can feel the weight of his emotions lifting, the darkness in his mind receding as he loses himself in sleep.

Sorry if this is bad guys this is my first post lol

Feel free to leave feedback, or any requests 🫶

[k-dgn]

Sana's Web Chapter 3: Entangled

Word Count: 16.2k

You woke up the next day no earlier than 1 P.M. courtesy of a loud banging on your front door. You weren't one to sleep in that late, but getting home around 4 A.M. can do that to a man. You opened your phone to check the time, but to your surprise you were also met with a barrage of notifications from your messaging app.

SN: "Let's grab lunch!"

SN: "You alive?"

SN: "Stop ignoring me, I'm huuuuuungry~"

SN: "One taste of another idol and you forget I exist, huh! I see how it is…🙄"

SN: "Are you home? I'm coming over!!!"

You felt a sneaking suspicion that you knew who was banging on your front door. You quickly put on some boxers and rushed over to your door. "I'm coming!" you yelled before opening the door to see Sana standing there, all dolled up. She was wearing a gray knitted turtleneck, a beige houndstooth jacket and matching dress shorts, gray knee high socks, and black loafers. She had her arms crossed, annoyingly tapping one leg on the floor with her cheeks puffed and a pouty look on her face.

"Did you just wake up?" Sana asked you, raising one eyebrow after taking a look at your unkempt appearance.

"Well, yeah. What's got you in such a rush today?" you ask. Admittedly, it was still a little too early in your day's cycle for all this commotion. Sana looked like the best thing you could possibly wake up to, but her loud banging on your front door understandably soured your mood

"I just wanted to talk to you! Is that wrong?" she answered, acting cutely in an attempt to lighten your mood. She uncrossed her arms and tapped you on your chest with her right arm playfully, You couldn't help but react with a little smile. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

"Right, yeah. Come in." you relented, inviting Sana into your house as you held the door open for her. "You look great today, by the way. Is there some kind of event you dressed up for?" You commented, not thinking much of your remark.

"No!" she yelled back at you, playing up how upset she really was. "I dressed up for our little lunch date! Clearly I put in a lot more thought for today than you did. Look, I even brought breakfast tacos for us!" Sana continued, making you feel bad about not reciprocating her efforts.

"Okay I'm sorry, I didn't intend to sleep in until this hour. Tell you what, I'll get dressed first and then we'll eat, deal?." you told Sana, your hand scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

"Okaaaay~!" she replied cutely before plopping her cute butt down on one of your chairs at your dining table and dropping off the bag of food in the middle of it.

You rushed through a shower, then quickly threw on an outfit to try and match Sana's style. An even light beige blazer with a soft pastel green undershirt, and matching light beige suit pants. You couldn't have been gone longer than 10 minutes.

"Shall we eat?" you suggested as you re-entered the room you left Sana in. She hadn't noticed you walk in before you said anything as she was just browsing on her phone aimlessly. She had already laid some plates and cutlery out for the two of you. Sana looked startled, clearly not expecting you back so soon.

"Awwww, you're matching me!" she remarked, giggling with excitement to show you that as she appreciated your gesture. The next moment, her expression turned to huntress in the blink of an eye. Her smile turned into a mischievous smirk.

"If I get naked, will you match me as well?" Sana asked you teasingly, a naughty hint permeating her voice. Before you even had the chance to respond, her expression shifted back to an innocent little smile. "Just kidding! Let's eat!" You gave her a quick look of disapproval, trying to show her that you were not in the mood to play her silly games. Not yet anyway.

"So, to what do I owe the occasion? I don't think we've ever shared a lunch before." you asked as you took your seat and filled your plate with food. Sana immediately played innocent, trying to evade your question by changing the topic.

"Why did you wake up so late?" Sana asked, instantly putting you on the spot. You almost choked on your first bite upon hearing her question, not quite sure if you could answer her honestly. Sure, it was Sana who set up the connection between you and Mina in the first place, but that didn’t necessarily mean that you had her approval to fuck her. You and Sana weren't in an exclusive relationship or anything, but you knew Sana to be the jealous type. One time, she got extremely jealous when you asked her if she could "wear pigtails like the ones Yeji has". She proceeded to pout and tell you to go and try to fuck Yeji if you wanted her so badly. Now, you had never even talked to Yeji before, let alone ever met the woman in real life. Then again, it was Sana who bragged about your interesting arrangement to Mina, so you wondered why she'd be upset if you told her about what you and Mina ended up getting yourselves into. Sana did send you that text about getting a taste of another idol...Wait a minute, does she already know? All these thoughts ran through your head at the same time, but you decided to try and evade her question to buy yourself some more time to think.

"I...had a work thing that ran late..." you responded, your eyes skirting to avoid hers about as much as you were skirting to avoid the question in general.

"You changed professions?" she asked as her lips pursed and her eyebrows lifted questioningly. "Did you finally become a professional gigolo?" she teased, finally confirming your doubts that she knew what you and Mina did last night. She gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes widened. "Are you going to start charging me for our little meetups?!" Sana teased, exaggerating all her expressions to make fun of you avoiding her questions.

"Of course not! If you already knew me and Mina fucked, why even ask?" you questioned with a loud sigh. Sana smirks as she lifts her fork in the air, twirling it around as she stares back at you disappointingly, almost as if the answer should have been obvious.

"Because I was testing you to see if you would lie to me. And you failed!" she answered as she pointed her fork at you. She then scoffed as she turned her head to the side and lifted her nose up and away from you. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you but I wanted to figure out how to bring it up myself first...I didn't know you knew." you responded meekly, caught red-handed and already at the second fuck up of the day despite only being awake for a mere 30 minutes.

"All I know is you were playing hard to get before fucking her, and that you made her call you oppa!" she yelled as she slammed her hand on the table, looking at you accusingly.

"I wasn't playing hard to get, I was being respectful, I swear! And for your information, I didn't make her call me oppa! Where did you even get that from?!" you yelled back as you set the record straight. Sana's cheeks grew red underneath her angry, pouty expression as she puffed her cheeks once more and looked to the side, away from you.

"Well, she called you oppa when I asked her about you... So I figured that was your idea!" Sana grumbled answering your question. She looked cute when she was upset and pouting, and you calmed down quite quickly because of it.

"It wasn't." You replied, a lot more calm than your previous response. "Are you upset that Mina and I slept together?" You asked her sincerely, concern for her in the back of your throat.

"What does this mean for the two of you? What are you?" She responded with a moody pitch to her voice.

"No, we aren't. It's kind of the same thing you and I have going on. It's casual." You elaborated on the situation you had created for yourself. "But if that upsets you, I will cancel it." You continued, assuring Sana she was still your favorite. A smile softly formed on her face, as her sullen attitude started to dissipate.

"That's sweet, but don't." She assured you. "I just didn't want to have to give you up!" She shot a wink towards you as you listened intently for her reply. "But I'm still upset that you lied!" She went on, as the corners of her smile turned downwards, intense pouty eyes demanding a response from you.

"I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you!" You countered, hands in the air to confess your guilt.

"You better!" Sana immediately retorted. "You'll have to tell me everything about last night! No more secrets!" She demanded with a cutesy tone and playing up her anger. "And!" She continued, laying extra emphasis on the and. "You better not win next time we play our little game~!"

"Done and done. I promise." You smiled, agreeing to her demands. She smiled a smile back at you, as her feet met yours under the table, rubbing up against you to let you know you gained her approval. You both wrapped up eating, and invited Sana with you over to your couch to tell her all about your adventure last night. She took a seat next to you, as you started explaining what had happened. 

Sana could barely believe you when you told her the extent of the demands Mina made of you. She called you an idiot, for missing her obvious advances on you, and even patted you on the back for getting your cum swallowed twice by an idol in one night. You could feel Sana getting more handsy the further you got in your explanation. By the time you were wrapping it up, she had her legs strewn over yours, and her arms around your left arm, her chest pushing up against you.

This outfit really did look good on her, and you weren't wearing jeans. Her touch was having an effect on you, and you were almost certain her thighs pressing against your lap must have felt your erection by this point.

By the time you wrapped up your story of everything you and Mina had done, you were sure Sana had noticed your arousal. Her thighs had started to locate themselves one around each side of your erection, pressing down against you. She was leaning hard into, and unsubtly started rubbing the palm of one of her hands against your trouser-covered tip.

"And that's about it. After that, I headed home, went to bed around 4 and was asleep until you came knocking on my door." You concluded your monologue, and as your story finished, so did Sana's teasing. As if punishing you for ending her excitement there, so did she punish you by ending your little servicing. You jerked your head a little in surprise, as you were just getting into it, and she left you hanging. Sana had retreated her legs and gotten up from the couch, promptly creating some distance between the two of you.

"So, did that awaken something in you?" Sana implored, and you were not sure as to interpret that as her being curious, or her testing you.

"Obviously, I still like fucking you the most." You responded, playing it safe in case she was indeed testing you.

"Good, but not what I was asking! Did fucking Mina get you all curious about my other members?" She responded, after a cute chuckle she couldn't help but let out.

"Oh. I hadn't actually thought about that. I mean, yeah? Not anymore than I already was." You cluelessly responded, admitting your long-standing desire for conquering the entire group. Sana gave you a stern look in response.

"So all this time you've been thinking about fucking other girls?" She asks with a grim look on her face, her arms instantly crossed. You give a sort of grimacing smile back, admitting your guilt and fault, but unable to deny her inquiry.

"Well, lucky for you I managed to get you a chance at a more permanent job with my agency." She continued as she rolled her eyes at you.

"Really?!" Your body immediately reacted, as you grabbed both her hands and clenched them in between yours. "That's awesome, when do I start?!" You continued in a frenzy.

"A chance! I gave you a chance. You'll have to make a good impression on some VIP's at a company party I managed to make you my plus one for." She replied, her steely exterior softening up for your enthusiasm as she tried to keep you grounded.

"Sana, you are the best! You will not regret this!" You ensured her, full of delight and passion.

"Nothing is certain yet, you still have to make a good impression!" She followed up, attempting to make sure you understood the situation.

"Just tell me when and where, and I'll make sure they love me!" You replied, still full of vigor, not letting anything take this bliss from you. Upon hearing your last sentence, Sana let out one soft chuckle, smirked and looked at you full of confidence, nodding as if to say I'm sure they will.

You wrap up this conversation, and thank Sana for coming over and bringing you this news. She had to leave, her schedule required her to be somewhere else to film a commercial for a jewelry brand. You forgot to ask while she was still at your place, but you couldn't shake the fact that Sana really dressed up nicely today for out in public, when she usually wears something a little more discreet. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you ended up texting her, asking her about it.

Y/N: So hey, I just wanted to reiterate that you looked beautiful today. Was there a reason you dressed up?

She didn't respond immediately, but in between your working on Mina's test pictures, you got a reply.

SN: I wanted to remind you I'm the best fuck of your life. I would've sucked your dick if you mentioned liking me more than Mina at any point in your story!

You take a mental note of the extent of Sana's affection for you as her fuckbuddy went, and curse yourself for not having optimized this chance. She would have made for a wonderful polaroid in that outfit, and you were dying to figure out if you could make polaroids a returning thing.

Y/N: No fucking way

You wanted to make sure if she wasn't pulling your leg again, or testing you in some way. 15 minutes later, your phone buzzed again, and what you received was a selfie of Sana, from a high angle so you could see her entire body and outfit, looking into the camera, with her mouth open and tongue out. It came, sent with an emoji. "😘". You test your luck.

Y/N: I'm free tonight

This response of hers came a lot faster. She must have been holding on to her phone, waiting for your response, with how fast she got back to you.

SN: "I'm not. See you at the party!"

—

A little over a week has passed since your last meeting with Sana. The day of the company party had arrived, and you'd texted a bit with Sana about some more details beforehand. You dressed up in a proper navy suit with a gold tie and white shirt. Sana asked you if you could pick her up from her place and travel together to the party, which you agreed to. You'd spent the entire morning getting prepared. Getting a haircut, working out, picking out the perfect perfume, stressing about the evening. Either way, the time to depart had rolled around, and you were as ready as you could ever be to impress some VIP's.

You've arrived at the underground parking attached to Sana's building, and parked your car there, before taking the elevator up to Sana's front door. As you rang the ball, you could hear the faint noise of music playing from inside her place, but you shrugged it off as Sana just blasting some music while she was getting ready.

The door opened, and a face peeked out from in between the door and its frame. Much to your confusion, it wasn't Sana's face peeking through. A bunny-toothed smile formed on the girl looking at you, as the door swung open, and Nayeon popped her body in front of the door, nearly closing it as she stood in front of you with her arms behind her back.

"Pretty basic concept for a stripper, no?" Nayeon asked you with a mischievous teasing inflection, as her eyes grew big and her eyebrows formed an inverted v. As if the shock that suddenly Im Nayeon stood in front of you wasn't enough, she decided to up your confusion another notch with her question?

"I'm sorry?" You replied, not sure what even to say or what she was talking about. You didn't sound offended, just genuinely surprised and confused.

"Don't be, you're cute enough! Let's see what we're working with. Drop your pants for me?" She asked as naturally as if she asked you to pass the chips. Her right arm reached for you, barely grazing your biceps as her touch tempted you ever more. Her cute intonation and forward compliments almost made you comply if not for the stress you'd be feeling all day having taken its effect on you. Any other day you would have been on that in a heartbeat, but you had no time for that today.

Right in the middle of your contemplation, the slightly ajar door behind Nayeon opened up, and another unexpected visage made its appearance. It was Jeongyeon next, who added to your confusion.

"Unnie, it's not nice to tease Sana's guests like that!" She chastised Nayeon, who had grown pouty because you weren't fast enough on the draw, and Jeongyeon had already gotten to interfere. "Come on in, y/n. Sana told us you were coming." She ushered you in with the door wide open, as Nayeon took a step to the side, letting you pass.

"Oh, ehm, thanks?" You answered, grateful for a more normal situation, but still very confused about what was going on. Is this the company party? Weren't you supposed to pick up Sana to leave for the party? Are you expected to drive everyone here to the party? You had a lot of questions, and were more than happy to enter the home of the person that owed you answers.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to check on Momo in the kitchen." Jeongyeon continued, doing her best to make you comfortable, as she left you to your devices. Music was blasting, and the smell of something delicious was wafting in from Sana's kitchen. Nayeon made her way inside after you, not missing the chance to eye you up before going straight towards Jihyo, who was pulling out darts from a dart board they had hung up for tonight. Mina and Tzuyu were sitting on the couch, talking to each other and browsing their phones a bit.

You were looking for Sana, but couldn't immediately spot her. Mina had noticed your eyes darting around, and got up from next to Tzuyu, excusing herself and making her way over to you.

"Hey, Y/N, you made it! And you're looking very fancy at that." Mina addressed you, trying to comfort your clear confusion. You hadn't noticed yet, but compared to what the dress code the girls you've seen so far were adhering to, you were way overdressed. 

Mina was wearing a black sweater dress hybrid, with short sleeves and a turtleneck. Underneath were black stockings and topped off with black combat boots, adorned with gold details.

Nayeon was in a denim off-the-shoulder top, with her hair tied back with a cute little black bow. Her ensemble was tied off with a white mini-skirt and white matching sneakers.

Jeongyeon was wearing a white shirt, with an oversized black and white checkered sweater with buttons. Her waist was nicely accented with a black belt, and her jeans shorts were barely visible under her sweater. She was wearing some mesh under knee socks stuck in some pure black boots.

Jihyo had been wearing her hair tied up high, as if she was ready to run a marathon with it, but it showed off her neck and back beautifully. She was wearing a white low back crop top, with just the straps over her shoulders, and a clear hint she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gray, washed out jeans suited her casual look perfectly, combined with her gray sneakers.

The last girl you saw was Tzuyu, who was wearing her hair under a gray baseball cap, with an aquamarine green knitted crop top sweater. She also wore a black straight skirt that came to just under her knees, but had a slit in both sides that allowed for more mobility. The combination of this all with her white sneakers was something Tzuyu managed to pull off to great success.

So far you had just seen five members of Twice for the first time, and you had only met one of them prior to today. One more was mentioned to be here, Momo, and Sana had to be here somewhere as well. You were clearly out of your depth, and misjudging the situation gravely. The girls looked beautiful, but not like they were headed for a dress party.

"So, ehm, what's going on?" You asked Mina as if whispering, hoping to not embarrass yourself that you maybe fucked up somewhere along the line.

"This is the party Sana kept bugging everyone to get you invited to. She said she wanted us to meet you, because she thinks you'd be a great fit as our group's in-house photographer. Did she not tell you?" Mina answered quizzically, clearly under the impression you knew what was going on here but were just a little shy to meet so many new people.

"She must have forgotten some details." You grumbled, already catching on to Sana messing with you once more. "Where is Sana right now? I'd like to thank her again for inviting me over!" You continued, forcing a smile, ready to chew out your tormentor.

"Oh, ehm, I believe she went up stairs, she was getting her switch so we could do some Just Dance later tonight." Mina sheepishly answered, a little taken aback by your upset disposition.

"Thank you, Mina. You look beautiful as always by the way." You concluded your conversation with her, a genuine tone breaking through as her ears grew slightly red. You knew your way around this place to get to where Sana should be according to Mina, and sure enough, upstairs in Sana's entertainment room you found her, clumsily messing about with some cables as she wasn't sure which one to take and which ones to leave.

Sana was wearing a big, white, oversized sweater with golden text on it. She was wearing jeans short underneath it, but you couldn't see, as her white sweater came all the way to over her thighs. The outfit was tied together by her by some black boots coming just above her knee. You were stunned by her beauty and had to take it all in for a second, before remembering what made you look for her in the first place. She was squatting on the floor, both hands covered in HDMI and USB cables. She didn't take long to notice you, standing up straight and turning towards you.

"Y/N, you look so handsome!" She told you, her arms, still covered in cables, now stretched out towards you who was storming towards her. You grabbed both her forearms in your respective hands, causing her to drop all of her cables, and pushed her back, causing her to stumble backwards in your arms, as an "oop" escaped her mouth. You were clearly furrowing your brow in annoyance at her, and forceful about getting your answers. You'd been angry at Sana before, but this was a first. You pushed her up against the wall, pinning and restraining both her arms.

"Oh, are you coming on to me?" Sana flirted back at you, trying to defuse the situation as she recentered herself after her initial shock, expecting some level of anger from you once you had arrived. "I kind of like it when you're a little rough." She continued to flirt, a smirk forming as she tilted her head downwards, causing her eyes to look up at you mischievously. 

"What the hell, Sana?!" You started furiously interrogating her, putting some pressure on her wrists. "You lied to me about what kind of party this was, and now I'm out here all unprepared, not sure what's going, and looking like some overdressed asshole." You were clearly upset, but getting your frustrations voiced helped you calm down a little already, loosening your grip on her wrists.

"Calm down. I told you that lie because I knew you'd overthink it more if I told you what today really was." She reassured you back, her voice succeeding in soothing you. "And you don't look like an asshole, you look hot." She continued, before leaning her head forwards and planting her lips on yours. You were the one in shock now, as you didn't expect her to kiss you like that. Using her body to persuade was no new trick for her. You kissed her back before snapping back into focus and pulling back.

"No, I'm upset! I didn't even know the party was here, so when I saw Nayeon at your door asking me to see my dick, I almost complied out of pure shock!" You shot back at her, releasing her arms and crossing yours. You were still frustrated she lied to you, but she was right. You would have been unable to even get ready knowing what kind of party this was. Just a casual party with all of Twice's members? You don't belong here, and wouldn't have been able to shake the feeling that you were intruding. You still had that feeling, but Sana managed to get you in. And well, you're already here. You let out a big sigh before Sana even managed to voice her response.

"Nayeon asked what?!" Sana yelled back, loud enough you feared the whole house could hear her.

"I didn't do it!" You shushed her back, trying to get her to lower her voice.

"Oh. Okay. Good!" She replied, her voice now back to a normal volume as she chuckled. "So have you calmed down yet?" She put her hands behind her back, leaning forwards towards you, striking a cute pose. You faced her, and it was hard to deny her charm had worked on you.

"Yeah... I have." You answered, letting out one final sigh and throwing a half smile Sana's way. "But you still have to make it up to me!" You furthered, as your energy seemed to flow back into your body. You uncrossed your arms, and put both on her sides as you pulled her closer to you, away from the wall. Her eyes grew hungry for you the second your hands touched her hips, but soon closed as she leaned into you for a kiss.

Your lips met again, as the sticky sensation of her lip gloss kept you attached to her, prompting you to add your tongues to the mix soon after. Sana's hands were trailing your chest, and had soon reached your waistline, before tantalizingly slowly unzipping them and rubbing her hands over your cock, still covered with your underwear.

"Did you call for me, Sana?" You heard Nayeon's voice come from the open door, and opened your eyes again, turning towards the source of the sound. Nayeon just made her way into the room, and her eyes locked with yours. She saw Sana and you against the wall, your hands on her hips, with your zipper open. Your cock was bulging through your underwear, and one of Sana's hands was still locked in place on it. A drop of cold sweat formed on your neck and ran down your spine. This CAN NOT be a good first impression I'm making. You thought to yourself. "Well, well. You won't show it to me, but you will to Sana? I'm hurt, mister stripper." Nayeon remarked, smiling at the scene in front of her.

Sana's eyes had also opened upon hearing Nayeon's voice nearby, and met yours, looking at the door frame. She'd only stopped because you stopped, fully intending to continue even if interrupted if you'd obliged her. She didn't mind a small audience, but got annoyed at the audience if you minded a little audience.

"Be careful of what you wish for unnie. Y/n here might end up being more than you bargained for!" Sana replied, clearly having that response locked in. She laughed as she fired back, and masterfully weaving your name into the snap back to hopefully prevent any further weird titles from coming out. Nayeon started slowly walking into the room, her hands clasped behind her back around hip height, taking big, slow steps. You were staring at her like a deer in headlights, unable to move, not knowing what was to come next.

"Well, I can leave and come back once you're done? I'll take my turn after you." Nayeon smirked, looking at you, lifting her eyebrows as if to ask you if you're down.

Soon after, Mina followed in. She’d heard Sana scream, just like Nayeon did, but didn't understand what Sana was screaming about. She had assumed it was because Sana got confused with what she had to bring to get her switch up and running in the living room. She'd walked in on Nayeon and Sana taking turns competing with each other about you, and saw your obvious discomfort being stuck between two women. Your eyes met hers, and she looked at you as puzzled as you were looking at the entirety of this party. She was about to turn right around and leave, like a timid schoolgirl who had just found out about the intricacies of sex for the first time, feeling like she might have interrupted something she shouldn't have been a part of, until your face conveyed what it needed to. You raised the center of your eyebrows together with a shoddy smile, as if to ask her for help. It seemed she knew what to do, as determination filled her eyes and she spoke up.

"Y/n, help me out with the game stuff! Can you grab the HDMI cable right there near Sana's leg?" She interrupted, thinking fast and giving you an excuse to excuse yourself from the situation, as Mina made her way over to the switch dock and took a hold of that.

"Oh, sure!" You replied, catching on quick before diving to the floor, grabbing the right cable and dashing out of the room with Mina. You both made your way out fast and returned back to the living room.

"Thank you, Mina, you're a real lifesaver." You showed your gratitude to Mina, making sincere eye-contact with her, which caused her to blush a little. "Is Nayeon always like... that?" You asked, having been confronted by her twice now, and unsure how to handle her big presence either time.

"So forward, you mean?" Mina asked back in response to your question. You nodded, and she pursed her lips before continuing. "Only if she likes you. You seem to be a smash hit here!" She giggled with a gummy smile before giving your left arm a tap with her right hand.

You laugh at her compliment, and change the subject. "So, tell me more about today, because Sana lied to me." You inquire to Mina, clearly the only reliable source of information you have right now.

"Okay, so, this was supposed to be just a casual get together, like we tend to organize when we aren't stuck to each other like we are during tours." Mina begins to explain, doing her best to give you all the info she has that you're missing.

"Okay, I see. What am I doing here? I was told this would be a formal company party." You continued your investigation, but not employing the same frustrated tone like you did with Sana. More of a genuinely interesting and calm tone was utilized.

"Last week, Sana said she knew the perfect fit for our new photographer, and wanted us to meet him. When we asked who, she said it was, and everyone already knew your name as her boy toy. Some know more than others... She insisted everyone should meet you, but when some objected, Sana said "Too bad I already invited him!" Mina kept explaining, giving you the rundown of how you ended up here, and why most of the girls here already seemed to know your name.

"Wait, does that mean everyone here knows Sana and I...?" You implied the last bit of your sentence, but Mina knew what you were talking about.

"They know you've seen each other naked, yes. Only Sana knows about us though." Mina replied, the first sentence more confidently, and the second sentence a little more shy, looking down at the floor and twirling her hair a little bit. It didn't manage to fully hide her smile though, which you spotted despite her best efforts. "Oh, speak of the devil." Mina followed up.

Sana joined the two of you, and Nayeon followed her closely. Unlike Sana however, Nayeon just walked past the two of you, but not before giving you a devilish smile and vixen-like eyes, letting you know she wasn't done with you just yet. Sana stopped to join your conversation.

"I've been meaning to have a little talk featuring the two of you!" She started off, a big, happy-go-lucky smile on her face as she wrapped both her arms around your left arm. 

"Oh? About what?" You dug deeper into her remark. You'd talked to Sana about everything that happened between you and Mina, so you weren't sure what she'd needed the two of you for together.

"I just wanted to make sure Mina knows I'm okay with sharing you after I'm done playing." Sana replied, her smile growing more devious, as her eyes stared down Mina's. Mina looked a little taken aback. As if she didn't expect this kind of reaction from Sana. Something must have set Sana off. Was it Nayeon's provocations from earlier?

"I'm sure Y/N has enough in him for everyone here..." Mina responded meekly, asserting her position to not letting herself be pushed aside as soon as her initial shock had subsided. Sana smiles, and nods as if to agree and let it slide.

Your eyes quickly dart between the two girls smirking knowingly at each other before you shake yourself back to reality. "Whoa hey now, wait a minute. Don't I get to have a say in any of this?" you remark with a hint of defiance. You couldn't deny that what they were insinuating would have been heaven on earth, but you still wanted to show that you had a backbone. 

Sana leans back from your arm and looks at you with a blank expression as if to say "you can't be serious" before taking your hand and placing it on one of her uncovered thighs. You freeze in place, shocked at how forward she was being even with all the others in the room. Despite your best efforts to stand up for yourself, a tent was beginning to form in your pants and you were powerless to stop it. Mina and Sana's eyes trailed down to your crotch before they looked back up at each other, both bursting into laughter.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sana affirmed before leaning her head back onto your shoulder. The doorbell then rang, shifting everyone's attention towards the front door. Sana jumped up ever so slightly, letting go of your arm and clasping her hands together.

"That must be Dahyun! She's the last to arrive, I'll go greet her!" She exclaimed, happiness exuding from her every move. Sana skipped over to the door, once again leaving you and Mina alone to your devices.

Dahyun and Sana exchanged a couple of words you weren't in earshot to understand, but Dahyun walked in shortly after. She was dressed beautifully with her hair tucked back under a black beret, matching the color of her crop top shirt. It was almost just like a t-shirt, except the back had two strings coming out of it, wrapping around her belly and crossing it in the front. Underneath was a black pencil skirt with a crossing white and gray pattern. Her hips looked impossibly wide in her skirt, and her legs were silky white, muscles being more defined thanks to her high-soled, high-heeled black combat boots.

You were a little perplexed by her beauty, before snapping out of it and finding yourself back in your own body to continue your conversation with Mina. Mina had been staring at your face, clearly reading the admiration you had for the newly arriving girl. You turned to Mina who was already staring at you.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you! When do you want to plan your photoshoot?" You asked Mina, changing the subject to something a little more down to earth. Mina was looking at you, as if to study your face at how you reacted to Dahyun, before turning into a gummy smile.

"My schedule is pretty packed next week, but I have the entire Thursday free?" She replied, checking her phone's calendar to confirm. You were listening attentively to her response, but you didn't hide the fact her response was disappointing.

"Ah, no can do... I'm already booked for Thursday, I have a charity thing." You responded deflatedly. Mina's shoulders dropped as you responded. She was clearly hoping Thursday would work out, but alas.

"Ah, next Tuesday then?"  Mina tried again, not giving up yet. Your face lit back up, an early signal of good news.

"Tuesday! Tuesday works. Let's do Tuesday!" You confirmed pinning a date for your shoot, as you both exhaled a small sigh. Once you both seemed to have the sign to go forward with the shoot, some less pressing matters could be the topic of discussion. A short silence fell over you, as both failed to immediately pick a new topic. You were both standing behind the living room couch, watching Sana fumble with the switch setup, standing pretty close to Tzuyu, who was just browsing her phone.

"So... What's the charity thing you're doing?" Mina spoke up, asking you about your previous remark. You snapped back into it, refocused and started explaining.

"Oh, it's for this dog shelter not too far from here." You started to clarify, noticing a shift in Tzuyu's posture who was close to you. "I lend my skills as a photographer and videographer to various dog shelters!" You noticed Tzuyu shifting closer to the two of you as you talked, indicating her interest. Mina smiled at your story, genuinely interested, but couldn't help but point out Tzuyu 's timid desire to listen in on you. Mina moved forward, and put her hand on Tzuyu's shoulder.

"You know, I think Tzuyu would love to talk to you about that, Y/N!" Mina taunted the maknae, causing her shoulders to go up and grow stiff from the sudden call-out. Tzuyu turned her head around at you, showing a big, forced grimace with worried eyebrows you could only see underneath her cap when she tilted her head towards you.

"You like dogs, Tzuyu?" You asked her, hoping to calm any uneasiness she was clearly feeling. Tzuyu's eyes sparkled a bit, and she nodded without saying a word. Mina tilted her head and smiled at her to let her know she had nothing to be worried about. Mina extended her hand to Tzuyu, helping her get up from the couch, before guiding her across from you.

"Tzuyu, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Tzuyu." She introduced the two of you, as her hands gestured to both of you signaling your names. This was, of course, not needed, since you knew her name from being a worldwide idol, and she knew yours thanks to Sana's ranting. Tzuyu sheepishly bowed her head ever so slightly, and mumbled what you only barely made out to be a "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. You're even more pretty than they say." You said, complimenting her, causing her to hide her face under her cap and looking a little away from you. You wondered whether or not you offended her, and Mina laughed at your little remark with that infectious giggle of hers. She quickly took her leave, leaving you and Tzuyu to get further acquainted. You weren't sure what to say, still not knowing whether or not you offended her. You decided to speak up and clear the air, before she beat you to it.

"Yeah." Tzuyu said, a little more determined than before. "I like dogs." She continued raising her volume at the same pace as her revealing her face underneath her hat. 

"Do you have dogs of your own?" You continued asking, holding on to your thread of common ground.

"Two... one is the mother of the other." She responded, finally able to meet your eyes. "Do you?" She asked back, her body language opening up as her crossed arms unfolded.

"I used to, but he died of old age. Now I just help at shelters!" You answered her question with genuine intent, being an open book for her questions. "I want to adopt another one, but can't with how busy I am because of work. So I help at shelters." Tzuyu seemed to be inspired by your words, as her eyes were hanging onto every word you were saying.

"That's really, ehm, cool..." She responded in awe, and you were embarrassed, just glad you had something to talk about. "What shelters do you help? Maybe I know some... I used to help out too." She continued asking, but you weren't bothered by her prodding. You chuckled a bit even, thinking her obsession with the topic was cute.

"I'm heading over to Happy Tails Pet Rescue this thursday! If you'd like, you should drop by! I'm sure the people running the place would love that." You explained, not thinking much of the invitation. You were sure she'd decline, but it couldn't help to try. 

Just as you were hitting it off, Jihyo from across the room came over towards you, and she didn't look all smiles like you'd see the rest of the girls have tonight.

"Just so you know, I voted against letting you come over today. A photographer should be professional, not someone Sana picked because she liked them." Jihyo instantly berated you, making her opinion of you being her clear as day. You were taken aback by her forward disapproval, but you couldn't say you disagreed with what she said. Hell, the only reason you showed up here today is because you agreed with Jihyo, but Sana tricked you into thinking it wasn't like that. "If you want a job at our company, you can go through the proper channels." She scoffed at you.

"Oh I agree!" You instantly retorted, taking Jihyo by surprise. She had taken you for a leech, abusing your connection, so she clearly didn't expect you to agree with her. "If I knew this was a personal party, I would have promptly declined! You see, Sana told me this was a company party, and I was to pick her up for it here." You further explained, an awkward smile on your face as you scratched the back of your head, an awkward habit. Jihyo looked at you puzzled and annoyed, not sure if she was to believe you or not. She clicked her tongue at you, and turned towards Tzuyu.

"And Tzuyu, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but don't be too trusting around men like him." Jihyo told the maknae, cupping her head on her own. At that time, Momo came out of the kitchen, with home cooked party snacks that smelled delicious. She made everyone well aware of the fact that snacks were ready to be had, and Jihyo did not let them wait on her. She quickly left after her education of you and Tzuyu. 

Tzuyu waited a little until Jihyo was out of the clear, turned towards you, gave you a smile and shrug meant to say "sorry about that" before telling you "I'm going to get something too. Do you want to come?" She asked. You declined politely, however, as you had eaten before coming to this party, and weren't feeling hungry yet. Tzuyu replied with a final "okay", a little nod of her head and the first smile you felt was not awkward or forced.

—

You decide to wander off a bit, thinking about a comment Sana made earlier. You'd seen or heard almost all of the girls at the party now, except for one. You weren't sure if Chaeyoung was hiding somewhere or if she wasn't coming today. But if she was coming, she had to be here already. Sana did say Dahyun was the last to arrive. You were capable of finding your way around Sana's home, and since everyone was hanging around the kitchen or living room, you decided to head back to the hallway connecting Sana's play/entertainment room and her bedroom. The play room was void of people, so you decided to peek into Sana's bedroom. You weren't expecting to find anyone there, but just to be sure. You did have some great memories in this place after all.

To your surprise, the room had more people in it than the play room. As you walked in, the big lights were off, but Sana's mood lighting was turned on, giving the room a warm orange hue. On Sana's bed, Chaeyoung laid on her back, one leg stretched with her foot barely hanging off the bed, and the other leg with her knee up. She was wearing a black skirt with faint white stripes on it, covering her lower body up to her ankles. If it were any shorter, you may have been able to catch a glimpse of her panties, but no such luck. Her bust was covered in a long sleeved, white, translucent top, which had a mildly shiny sheen to it. It did not do a good job at covering her, however, since you could clearly see her black bra covering the bare minimum of her breasts underneath. She had both her arms up to the ceiling, holding her phone, making a kissy face towards it. You could only assume she had taken the opportunity to take some suggestive selfies.

"I can take those for you, if you'd like." You spoke up, announcing your presence to the selfie-absorbed girl. She was clearly caught by surprise, as the sound of your voice shocked her enough to cause her to drop her phone on her chest. She yelped a quick "Ah!" but nowhere near the volume Sana had released just before.

"Oh, haha!" Chaeyoung snickered. "You must be the photographer guy Sana was talking about." She noted, grabbing her phone from her chest and using her forearms to push her upper body up from the bed, facing you. She had a big, toothy smile, and looked genuinely interested in talking to you.

"Yep, that's me! Y/N, pleasure to meet you." You confirmed her observation with vigor, but introducing your name, not in the mood for being referred to as "the photographer guy". Chaeyoung went to sit up right, pulling both her knees up towards her, before stretching her arm out towards you, presenting her unlocked phone.

"Well, show me what you can do." She told you bluntly, as if testing you. You accepted her phone, and were feeling up for the challenge. Chaeyoung pushed herself back on the bed, stopping when her back hit the headrest. She kept one knee up, letting her arm rest on it, and tilting her head, showing her side profile to you, striking an alluring pose. You snapped a couple of pictures using her phone, a couple you felt pretty proud of, before she struck another pose, and repeated the process. You gave some instructions in between, to make sure she knew you weren't just taking pictures, but a professional with an eye for detail. She followed diligently, taking your suggestions as long as the big threads remained hers to pull.

"So, have you done nude shoots before?" She asked out of the blue, not having really furthered the conversation since your improv photoshoot started.

You weren't too bothered with this question yet, so you just answered the best you could.

"Yeah, a couple of times. Are you interested?" You shot back, deciding to start teasing her curiosity. Never in your career has anyone ever asked about nude shoots without wanting to do nude shoots. Chaeyoung's ears grew red, as well as her cheeks upon you asking. You seemed to have cracked some of her shell.

"Has that ever led to something more?" She continued, not relenting on her inquiries. You continued taking pictures, and the next pose she struck was much closer than the others. She crawled over to you on her knees, planting herself close to you on the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees with her feet pointed outwards behind her, remaining balanced through leaning on her arms she planted in front of her, in between her thighs.

"Ehm, in what way? Like more work?" You replied, trying to avoid answering what you knew she was asking. If she wanted to know, you thought, she'd have to come out and ask. She can work for her fantasies.

"No, like, sex. Have you ever fucked someone because of a nude shoot or transitioned from a nude shoot to erotic porn?" She spoke up, a little frustration in her voice mixed in between the embarrassment. Your teasing had clearly gotten to her, but she didn't give up.

"Yeah, it's happened before." You replied calmly from behind the camera, answering her lewd questions with a straight face. Chaeyoung looked down to her thighs, her limbs squirming, as she grew a little silent. You continued to talk. "Why do you ask? Has it ever happened to you before?" You asked, and she looked up to you, her eyebrows a little flustered, trembling ever so slightly. You noticed though, and pressed further, losing yourself in the enjoyment of teasing her. "Do you want it to happen to you?" You finished your questioning, as you put the phone to the side, moving your face closer to hers, which was growing redder by the inch. You placed your right hand on her skirt covered thigh, grasping it to prevent the trembling.

You had full intention to kiss her right then and there, getting so lost in her allure you were forgetting your objective of the evening. Right before you launch your assault, you hear the door of the bedroom creak open again, causing you to pull back.

"Chaeyoung-ah, there's food downstairs!" Jeongyeon spoke as she opened the door. She looked inside, and saw the two of you, Chaeyoung sitting on the edge, and you leaned back close to her, holding up her phone pointed towards her. She gave a little concerned look at the two of you. "Did I interrupt?" She asked, a little surprised to see the two of you so close, pointing her thumb outside of the door over her shoulder as if asking if she should leave.

"No, you're fine unnie. Let's go eat!" Chaeyoung answered, shifting her feet off of the bed and getting up, walking towards Jeongyeon.

"Ah, Chaeyoung, your phone!" You shouted after her before she had fully left, giving her phone back to her. She turned around a little flustered, grabbed her phone out of your hand, before turning around again, following Jeongyeon to the living room. You figured there was no reason to just be alone in Sana's room, and shortly followed the girls back. Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung had started up a conversation you felt impossible to insert yourself into, but as you walked behind them, re-entering the living room, you made eye contact with Nayeon, staring at you.

Nayeon lifted one eyebrow at you, as if she was asking you a question, darting her eyes between you and Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung. You looked back a little confused, conveying you weren't sure what she was asking, but she made it very clear with her next movements. She formed her hand as if holding on to a stick with nothing there, moving it up close to her mouth and moving it from and to her mouth a couple of times. She also formed a little o with her lips, and pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. She was asking if one of the girls sucked your dick, there was NO mistaking it. You couldn't deny that's what you want to have happened, but it didn't and you still didn't know how to deal with Nayeon. You ended up just blushing and avoiding eye-contact. This caused Nayeon to chuckle, and want to tease you that much more.

You finally started to feel a little hunger, and decided to go grab some food. In the time you were gone, the platter had moved from Momo's hands onto the living room table. You grabbed a couple of bites, and decided to take a quick rest on the empty couch. Sana spotted you sitting beside yourself, lost in your own thoughts, and decided to accompany you for a bit.

"So, how is everything going?" She asked, addressing you, checking in on you with that warm and gleeful attitude you'd grown to need right now. She plopped her cute little butt down right next to you, turning her head towards you and making serious eye-contact, tilting her head a little sideways.

"Fine? I think? Nayeon, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon seem to welcome my presence here." You explained your reading of the current situation. You grew a little hesitant before continuing. "Jihyo clearly doesn't like me though. Did I do something to upset her?" You explained before asking Sana for her insight.

Sana chuckled before responding, knowing this was going to happen. "Nah, she's just cranky. She blows through personal trainers at her gym, and has been out of a replacement for a whole week." She shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head, as if to say “What are you gonna do?" You twisted your lips to the side of your mouth, as confusion on how to continue took over. You hummed a little pondering what to do, before Sana's eyes shot open wide, looking back at you with a big smile. "I have an idea! Follow my lead!" She exclaimed before standing up from the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you up next to her.

"Jihyo, come over for a sec!" Sana yelled across the room to Jihyo, who was in a conversation with both Tzuyu and Nayeon. She clearly heard, raised her eyebrow but walked over nonetheless. As she approached you stood there, swiping off any crumbs your food had left on your clothes, presenting yourself as best as possible.

"What's up?" Jihyo asked, crossing her arms to you, shifting her posture to lean more on one leg than the other, in a sort of sassy pose.

"Did you know Y/N works out 6 days a week? I bet even you can't keep up!" Sana started to ramble, but she wasn't wrong. You did work out a lot, and were proud of the body it produced. You started to flex your chest a little as Sana explained, trying to help prove her point, catching on to her idea.

"Oh? Is that so, Y/N? How much do you bench press?" She asked, looking a little interested in you for the first time this evening, dropping her scowl for an intrigued look. You did bench enough to be proud, but decided it might be better to exaggerate a little bit for Sana's plan to work.

"My one rep maximum is 140 kg." You replied. It actually was 120, but you had to impress. You'd worry about the ramifications later. Jihyo lifted both eyebrows, clearly impressed with your answer. Sana decided to take it an extra step further however.

She put one of her hands on you and grasped your blazer as well as shirt firmly in her hands at the bottom, lifting both up in one smooth motion, exposing your abs and chest. "Just look at these abs, they don't happen naturally!" Sana exclaimed, as she exposed your body to Jihyo, who couldn't help but stare a little before you yelled out a "Hey!" and pulled your shirt down again. Sana laughed at your little embarrassment, and looked at you as if to plead to not be angry.

"Let's make it even." She followed up, before placing her hand on Jihyo's crop top, and doing the same to her. She pulled it up all the way it could, in an attempt to expose her abs as well, but mistakenly took it too far. Sana had pulled her top all the way up, exposing Jihyo's breasts to you. This time, it was your turn to stare, completely dumbfounded as you took in the sight of her beautifully round tits, almost causing you to drool. Jihyo's already big eyes grew even wider in shock at what her member had done. It was only for a split-second that her chest was exposed, but this time it was Jihyo's turn to yell an even louder "HEY!" before forcefully removing Sana's hand, and pulling her top down again, using her arms to cover her chest. You finally shook to your senses and looked away, hiding your face in one of your hands as you tilted your head down and away.

"Sorry!" Sana instantly yelled out, clearly not intending to go this far. "I just wanted to show your abs, I'm so sorry!" She continued apologizing. Jihyo was about to blow up on Sana, but she took a quick pause and looked towards her member. Clearly, Sana was genuine in her apology, as she did not have that mischievous look she often had on whenever she would prank her other members. She knew she had crossed a line and seemed remorseful enough, so Jihyo took a breath and chose her next words carefully.

Meanwhile, this little mishap hadn't gone unnoticed by some other people in the room. Across the way, Nayeon and Tzuyu had been watching intently as the scene unfolded. When Sana lifted your shirt to reveal your abs, both girls' expectations were exceeded. They had already shown varying levels of interest in you, but seeing your physique only further solidified their attraction.

Nayeon was a bit more forward as she smirked devilishly, already calculating her next move that would get you in bed with her the fastest. Tzuyu on the other hand sheepishly blushed. You were far in a way more toned than her previous partner, and she couldn't deny that she felt a slight tinge of excitement. 

By the dining table, Dahyun and Momo were in the middle of a conversation of their own when they noticed Sana calling Jihyo over to the two of you. They had both been indifferent to your presence at the party chalking it up as Sana wanting to just show off her new boy toy, but when Sana pulled her little stunt on Jihyo they both immediately took notice. 

"Oh my god, Sana!" Momo exclaimed under her breath. Dahyun on the other hand was more focused on your reaction. She looked on in disgust as you ogled her leader's chest, rather than immediately looking away. What a perv, she thought to herself.

"Huff, what the hell were you thinking, Sana? You can't be doing stuff like that, especially not in front of-..." Jihyo said lowly as her eyes motioned over to you, still looking down and away from her. Sana guiltily smiled and held up a peace sign while rocking on her heels. 

"and you! You better not tell not tell a single soul about this or I swear it'll be the end of you." Jihyo barked while crossing her arms again. For someone of her stature, she sure knew how to come off as intimidating whenever she needed to.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I will say though, your abs are impressive! You must really enjoy working out, don't you?" you replied.

This earned a snicker from Jihyo, who placed her hands on her waist presenting her torso to you. "I do, and I guess I'll admit something as well. You do seem like you know how to take care of yourself too, but I'm not totally convinced of Sana's claim just yet. She doesn't think I can keep up with you? Please, even people who do this for a living struggle to hang with me. I bet you don't even last 30 minutes in the gym with me." She taunted you, clearly imposing a challenge.

"Oh yeah? Alright, how about we put that little wager to the test?" you challenge back. The two of you stared each other down with smirks on your faces, eyeing each other with a growing intensity from a fire being lit under both of you. The tension in the room was palpable now as everyone had grown silent waiting to see who would give way first. Sana had let the situation unfold because she too was curious to see how it would play out, but had now decided that enough was enough. She got in between the both of you, placing her hands on Jihyo's shoulders while the two of you kept eye contact.

"Ooooookay calm down, calm down you two. Tell you what, I'll give you his number so you two can settle your competition later. For now, let's keep the party going!" she said with a huge smile, hoping to diffuse the tension. Jihyo looked to Sana's eyes and saw she was pleading with her to back off, so she put on a forced smile and nodded at the two of you before turning around and heading back to her previous conversation with Nayeon and Tzuyu. 

"Well, at least you got something for your trouble?" Sana turned back to you, trying to make herself feel a little better about putting Jihyo in that position. She sighed out, clearly a little disappointed in herself, but didn't intend to let herself grow silent or distant for the night. "So. Have you talked to everyone yet?" Sana inquired back to your status of the night.

"I haven't had the chance to talk to Dahyun or Momo yet." You responded, singling out the last two girls on the list you had left to introduce yourself to.

"You should go talk to them! Looks like they're having a conversation at the dinner table with some food! Two birds with one stone, right?" Sana egged you on, to finish out introductions so you could enjoy your evening a little more relaxed. 

You looked over, finally taking your first good look at Momo today. She was wearing a lavender white tinted crop top, with frilly pads on her shoulders. It had some deep cleavage you found hard to look over. Some skinny blue jeans underneath really hugged her body, showing her insane proportions. She was stunning.

"Alright, I will." You spoke to Sana, who patted your back and pushed you forward. You gathered your courage and started walking over to Dahyun and Momo.

As you neared, Momo already looked your way, but not much in the way of facial expressions gave away what she was thinking. Dahyun was seated with her back towards your approach vector however, so she didn't turn much to look at you.

"Jeongyeon said you made the food today. It's really tasty!" You started the conversation as you approached, pulling out a chair next to Dahyun and taking a seat. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you!" Dahyun took a look to her side, more so glancing with her eyes than turning her head to greet you. Momo lifted her hand at you as, to wave hi.

"Thank you." She replied to your compliment on her cooking. She didn't really smile when answering, so you weren't sure if she was being sarcastic. Dahyun rolled her eyes at you, but you didn't notice, as you were too busy studying Momo's reaction.

"So you're Sana's new boy toy, huh?" She scoffed at you, finally turning her face towards you to gouge your reaction. "Enjoy it while it lasts." 

You were caught off-guard by her sudden remark, wondering how to respond to her snide remark. "I will?" You responded, almost as if you were asking her a question. Momo was just staring at you a little spaced out, not contributing much to the conversation.

"So how long have you two been going at it? I'd like to predict your expiration date." She continued to taunt you, but you were determined to make a good impression.

"A little over two months I think? I'm curious. When is our expiration date? I'd like to make the most of whatever time you think I have left." You answered, showing your determination to not be a nuisance, and respecting the idea that if either you or Sana wanted to quit your situationship, you'd not become some vindictive asshole. Dahyun was taken aback by your answer. Her whole body shifted backwards as her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't lie to me, what has it really been!" She raised her voice a little in clear disbelief.

"No, I'm serious. A little over two months, you can go ask Sana." You answered. You were waiting for a response, but Dahyun looked a bit lost in thoughts at the information you told her. You looked back over to Momo, who just looked back at you, blinking as if to ask you "what's up". A response from Dahyun didn't come, who only “hmphed” and pulled up her phone, growing quiet at the table. You felt the silence being too much to bear, but you tried your best. You excused yourself from the conversation, and decided to go try your luck somewhere else. Momo waved her hand goodbye at you as you left, but Dahyun remained unresponsive.

As you stood up from the table, you locked eyes with maybe the worst person to lock eyes with. Nayeon was leaning against a wall by herself, and she was clearly watching your conversation with the two other girls. Your eyes locked, and you knew you were in for it now. She lifted her hand up, and waved at you with her fingers, curling them in a rhythmic fashion, exaggerating her every movement. As soon as she had noticed your eyes were focused on her hand, she shifted her lower body to no longer lean against the wall, only resting her back against it. Her hand your gaze was fixed on moved downwards, as it grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting up upwards ever so slightly. She didn't stop, and soon, you had a clear view of her underwear. It was white, with lace frills on the edges. You looked around to see if you were the only one seeing this, and sure enough, nobody else had seemed to notice. You looked back at her, her skirt now back in its original position, and winked at you, before raising both eyebrows, taunting you to make the next move.

You decided you'd been played with enough, and took determined strides towards the she-devil. She grew a big smile, sticking her tongue out as you approached, and you were going to show her who was boss.

"Are you having fun? Being the only guy in a party filled with beautiful girls?" Nayeon spoke first, setting the tone of your little one-on-one. You caught a small glimpse of Sana passing you, as she tapped your shoulder and threw you a quick smile before taking a seat next to Momo and Dahyun, starting a conversation there.

"I've always been rather lucky. Today seems to be no different." You replied holding your ground, confidence finally oozing out of you in front of Nayeon.

"I see..." She nodded her head, as she let out a low, long-winded hmmmmm. "Wanna get even luckier?" She prompted, her eyes looking up at you invitingly.

"Depends, will my photography skills be put to use?" You replied, upping the ante, almost sure she was just teasing you without any intention to actually do something. She shocked back for a split-second, before getting that trademark mischievous smile plastered over her face again.

"I think we can find a use for that... Let's go to the play room and finish what you and Sana started." She shot back, her hands playing with your tie, as she pulled you closer to her upon finishing her sentence. She started turning around, convinced you would follow her with no problems.

You weren't sure if it was just the nervousness caused by the fear of sneaking off and getting busted by one of the girls that are already doubtful about you, or if it was the shoulder tap that Sana gave you as if to let you know she saw you, but you couldn't help but to look back, spotting Sana now standing next to Mina, both staring daggers at you. You closed your eyes, chuckled once, and couldn't help but think to yourself. I can't believe I am letting this opportunity slip away. But that's okay.

You stood firm in your place, and Nayeon's hand slipped off of your tie as you didn't follow her. She looked back at you surprised, not quite sure what overcame you, and you stood upright, facing her head on.

"Oh? What's this, then?" She asked, clearly bewildered by your inability to follow her.

"Maybe some other time, noona. I have a party to attend." You responded in a respectful manner, excusing you from her advances before making your way over to Sana and Mina who's gazes had softened towards you, both having big smiles, the one gummier than the other. You didn't look back to Nayeon.

Nayeon's eyes grew fierce looking at you walking away, but not with anger or hate. They had a fire light in them with desire. She didn't try to stop you from leaving, but her look made one thing obvious to anyone that spotted it. She grew even hungrier for tasting you now. She chuckled, and decided to join a different conversation. She found Jeongyeon and Jihyo having a conversation about what sports they had been playing recently, but Nayeon only joined to tease Jihyo about Sana's slip-up.

As you made your way back to your two situationships, they both asked you a question in near perfect unison. "So, what were you two talking about?" They interrogated you, and you knew to choose your next couple of words carefully.

"Not much. She just asked how I was enjoying the party and then wanted to give me a tour of the place, but I told her I've already been and would rather stay here and mingle some more." You answered, mixing some truths in with your white lies, convincingly enough to get both girls to relax.

"That's good." Sana and Mina both replied in unison once again, sighing a sigh of relief.

"More importantly, what happened with Dahyun and Momo?" You asked the two girls for their opinion, looking for answers to the cold atmosphere that you found at their table.

"What do you mean?" Mina asked, as she had not been paying attention to your conversation with the two other girls.

"Well, Dahyun seemed to hate my guts, and Momo didn't even seem to acknowledge I was there? Like, at all?" You explained to the best of your abilities, unable to shake the feeling you had fucked up somehow. Sana did a half smile and chuckled before answering.

"Nah, Dahyun doesn't hate you. She just doesn't like any of the guys I bring over, but since she didn't yell at you, I think you might have made as good an impression as possible. She's probably tired as well, she had a schedule for a make-up brand deal that ran late. That's why she arrived after you!" Sana further elaborated, trying to make you see that not all battles can be won on the first try. Mina chimed in.

"And I don't think Momo dislikes you. She's just like that sometimes. If she disliked you, she wouldn't be staring this way right now." Mina elucidated that Momo might just be hard to read for you right now. You took a quick look back at her, and sure enough, Momo was looking in your direction. You made eye contact, and she waved her hand at you again, as she'd done multiple times before. You chuckled, and just decided to take Sana and Mina's words for it.

You furthered some small talk between the three of you, before Jihyo and Nayeon made a big call to action for everyone to come participate in the just dance competition. Mina had started to move up to go and partake, but you and Sana both remained where you were. Mina had asked if you two weren't coming, but Sana had mentioned she still had some things left to discuss with you.

"You know, you made the right move not engaging Nayeon tonight." She remarked, clearly seeing through your bluff that you talked about nothing much with Nayeon. She was giggling as cute as ever, throwing big smiles towards you and hyping you up, but was this really about her jealousy again?

"What do you mean?" You questioned. Why would engaging her be the wrong move, apart from upsetting Sana and Mina.

"Nayeon loves the hunt. If she catches you on the first try, you were a boring hunt, and she'd never look your way, ever again. You did a good job evading!" She explained, making sure you understood what was at stake. She further illuminated the fact that if you went with Nayeon today, you'd be waving your shot at a photography gig at JYPE goodbye. Nayeon would stand firmly against it. You suddenly realized you were very lucky to trust your gut, because you were nearly a world of trouble.

You weren't the only two not competing in the competition, as Tzuyu seemed to hover around your conversation as well, but not brave enough to join it on her own initiative. Sana had seemed to take notice, while you were lost in thought about your career near death call, the cold sweat running over your back.

"Hey Y/N?" Sana addressed you, grabbing your attention once more, before giving a big, happy smile and continuing. "Don't leave the party early, it would look good for you if you helped me clean up after everyone left!" She suggested, to which you nodded in agreement. You were already planning to, but getting confirmation made you feel even more at ease.

Then Sana came closer to you, and whispered in your ear. "Tzuyu seems to want to talk to you some more." She gave you a final push towards making this evening as successful as it could be, before using her regular volume again. "Ahhh, I'm going to check out who's winning. I haven't played enough with Chaeyoung today, I hope she's still in it!" Sana talked to herself, before taking her leave, allowing you to flawlessly transition into a conversation with Tzuyu.

"Hey! You're not competing with the others?" You spoke to Tzuyu, starting the conversation of light.

"Ah, no, I saw you weren't there and... wanted to talk some more about dogs... " She meekly answered, almost as if she withdrew back into her shell but was peeking her eyes out.

You threw a smile at her, and started asking and answering a lot of questions about her favorite dog breeds, personal dog-related anecdotes and what not. You seemed to really hit it off, and spent nearly an hour talking about the topic, getting her to ever so slightly grow more comfortable around you. It wasn't long before the party started to die down, after Mina had won the Just Dance competition, one by one everyone started to take their leave. You bid farewell to everyone as they left, some replies more positive, and some still warming up to you, but with an overbearing feeling that tonight would certainly be a life-defining moment.

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After everyone had left, Sana made her way back over to you, as you both started cleaning plates and glasses. A warm atmosphere enveloped the both of you, as you felt fulfilled with your performance this evening.

"You did well tonight. I think I made the right call lying to you!" Sana told you, sticking her tongue out as she laughed, clearly enjoying her own joke a lot. "I think I should reward you!" She added on, a little softer and less giggly, this time.

"And to what do I owe the honor of a reward?" You inquired, not sure what she felt the need for. At the end of the day, this whole thing was for a job for you, not for Sana.

"Isn't that obvious? We haven't seen each other in over a week due to my schedule. If you get this job now, we'll have loooooooots more opportunities to meet each other." She elaborated as flirty as ever, walking up to and tapping your nose with her index finger at the end of her sentence.

Her motives suddenly became more clear, but you couldn't deny you were also chomping at the bit to have some more time alone with Sana. You smiled at her comment, before wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"We're meeting each other right now, aren't we?" You noticed with a cheeky smirk, clearly inviting her for the continuation of your evening.

“Mmmm, I guess we are…” Sana purred, marching your smirk with a devilish grin of her own. She wrapped both of her arms around on your neck as she leaned back, tilting her head up and waiting on your next move.You leaned down and decided to start the night's festivities with a tender kiss. Sana instantly melted into it and upped the ante, parting her lips to allow your tongues to join the fray. Her tongue tried to wrestle you but you easily dominated it with yours, allowing you to freely explore her wanton mouth.

In a move that caught her off guard, you swiftly picked her up by her thighs. Sana yelped into the kiss in surprise but quickly understood your intentions, giggling as she wrapped her legs around your waist. You carried her across the room, bringing her to one of the walls in her living room before placing her down. You then began to undress, quickly loosening your tie and tossing it aside before shedding your blazer, all the while never breaking away from your kiss. Sana brought her arms down from around your neck and cupped your face with her hands, waiting as you meticulously undid the buttons of your white shirt until it was enough to shed as well. Once you were topless, Sana pulled away and leaned back against the wall to get a good look at you, both of you heaving for air but excited to get right back into it nonetheless. 

You both took a pause to catch your breath and looked into each other's eyes with devilish grins. Neither of you needed to say anything, as if your bodies knew what the other would do next. You grabbed the bottom of her oversized sweater while Sana raised her arms above her head before deftly lifting it off of her and tossing it aside, leaving her in only a lacy black bra and matching black shorts. You then cupped her face with one hand while the other made its home on her waist and leaned forward to bring her into another kiss while she began to work on unbuckling your pants. The way the both of you knew the quickest and most efficient ways to undress each other came as no surprise to either of you. Months of practice proved fruitful as you stepped out of your pants with you now only in your boxers. 

When she was ready to take it to the next step, Sana broke away from the kiss and pulled you in closer to stand upright before her. You were about to lean down and kiss her again but she had other plans. It was now her turn to surprise you, as she suddenly placed her hands on your shoulders and whipped the two of you around, swapping positions with you now leaning against the wall. Before you even realized what was happening Sana had already sunken to her knees, her face now hovering inches away from your arousing member beneath your boxers. She ran a hand over its length drawing a hiss out of you, giggling to herself like a kid in a candy store. She then looked up and made eye contact with you, her eyes a mix of both innocent and playful, but behind them you knew she was more like an eagle eyeing her prey. While still looking up at you, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your knees. Your cock proudly sprang to attention, almost hitting her face in the process. Sana's eyes turned to half-moons in elation before turning their attention to her next target.

She opened her mouth wide, and closed her eyes. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth, and she let out a little "aaa" vocalization. She was clearly inviting you in, and you weren't one to decline such an invitation. You bucked your hips forward, depositing the tip of your golden rod onto her tongue, and holding it there. You waited a little for her to make the next move, but it never came. Instead, Sana opened her eyes, glaring at you, her brow furrowed. She formed a fist with her right hand, and punched the side of your hip with enough force for you to feel it.

"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, surprised by this sudden act of violence. Your body instinctively moves back, forcing your guest into an early leave from her mouth.

"Do I need to spell everything out for you, dummy? I told you earlier, I like it when you're a little rough!" She replied, her glare transforming in a smirk when she clearly communicated her desires to you.

"You think you can handle me fucking your throat?" You replied, flipping a switch that was in dire need of flipping. You instantly forgave her for her transgressions, and replied to her demand in a way you knew she could not resist. Being taunted.

"That's more like it." Sana purred, licking her lips and returning to her previous pose, once more extending an open invitation for you to fuck her mouth. You didn't hesitate, and inserted your cock into her mouth faster than a speeding bullet. Her eyes popped open a bit, feeling the total length of your dick hitting the back of her throat, as you showed no mercy for her. She asked for rough, she was going to get exactly that. On instinct, Sana coughed and pulled her head back a little, but you still felt the sting of her punch on your hip. You cupped both hands behind the back of her head, and gave her no escape, holding her in place.

"No no, you only get out of this when I let you, girl." You growled in a low voice, taking full control of the kneeling idol. You felt her initial resistance melt away upon your roughhousing, and the barrier of her throat practically opening as the last couple of inches of your cock slide further back into her mouth, before you started swaying your hips back and forth, treating her mouth like it was your personal property to fuck.

Sana submitted herself to you more than you were used to. You tended to go about your intimacy with her doing what she wanted, but you taking charge like this was new. Truth be told, you used to be scared that if you were too greedy, you were jeopardizing your arrangement. These fears seemed to have absolutely disappeared, as you ruthlessly pushed your cock back and forth her mouth, getting closer to shooting your load straight down her neck every second. Whines and whimpers were occasionally mixed in with the gagging sounds you repeatedly forced out of her throat. The sound of her struggling turned you on even more, as you couldn't help but ravage her face. She seemed to be holding on quite well, as her hands had found her way to your ass cheeks, clasping around them as if to forcefully pull herself closer into you.

Every push was easier than the one before. Never fully releasing her from her dick sucking duties by pulling the entire length of your cock out of her mouth caused her to have to get creative, sometimes pushing the sides of her mouth open to get some, if any, air into her system. This didn't stop her golden tongue from wrapping around your cock, smoothing the sensation upon every shift.

"Hmmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Sana..." You moaned at her, as you occasionally mixed in sweet nothings for her to stay motivated. As this declaration made its way to Sana's ear, she suddenly shifted her hands to the front of your thighs, and started pushing herself off of you. As much as you liked using her, you had no intention of abusing her, and let go, allowing the girl to separate herself from you.

"What, what's wrong?" You asked, panicked that you might have overdone it and gotten her flustered. Sana coughed and gasped a bit, her head hanging towards the floor, surely in delight at finally being able to take full breaths, before looking up at you, a giant smile forming on her face, like she just got the best news in the world.

Sana stood up from the ground, standing in front of you before putting her left hand against your chest with her index pointing at you. Her right hands swiftly grabbed the base of your cock, forming a tight ring around it and clasping down, as if to keep you hard but prevent you from cumming.

"Okay, enough of that! I want to play our little bet again now!" She smiled at you, instantly shifting the power dynamic away from you, and into her whims. You almost wanted to laugh if not for how obvious she was being with this. First allow you to absolutely get this close to cumming, only for her to edge you and then suggest playing a game where the objective is to make the other cum.

"You're kidding me." You responded, almost in disbelief with how shameless she was being with her request.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! Are you afraid you're gonna lose?" She shot back almost instantly. Her eyes were closed, shaped like half moons as her smile still lured you in, but upon her final taunt, those same eyes opened. They had a warmth to them, the allure and danger you'd expect from a lion who had driven its prey into a corner, and was forcing it to fight back for its own entertainment. They were intoxicating, and you were ready to lose.

"Fine. You're on!" You exclaimed, knowing full well you were going to lose, but still willing to show her you weren't going down without a fight. She held a firm grasp on your cock the entire time she pushed you back and onto the couch, where she took her place across from you, opening her legs before struggling to take off her pants. It wasn't as easy as she expected with only one hand.

"Mind giving me a hand?" She tilted her head towards you, and raised the pitch of her voice, making her request in about as cute a way as she could, stopping any ideas you had of watching her struggle. You leaned forward and helped her take any unnecessary clothing off before getting ready for your showdown.

You sat up straight, readying yourself for a battle already lost. Despite your gut telling you you had already lost, your posture communicated no intention to actually lose. You towered over the girl who had just done her best to intimidate you, causing her to gulp and forcefully steeled her resolve. Your eyes peered into hers, growling back at her former threat.

Sana's eyes were quivering for half a second, before focusing and accepting your challenge. No words needed to be exchanged. Your fingers entered her, no resistance at all, as her pussy was already dripping wet from your rough treatment. You took no time to hit all her weak spots, getting rough with her in an instant. Sana couldn't resist letting her moans slip out, closing her eyes on reflex, but stabilizing. 

Sana's offensive was slow. She didn't ramp up the speed to eleven like you, instead, taking a slow and methodical approach. Her hand glided over your cock slowly, needing no lube as her spit still stuck to you plentifully. She regained her posture, arching her back, sticking her bra-covered tits out to you. She tilted her head sideways, giving you an alluring look. Her right hand was working your shaft, as her left hand glided over her hips onto her belly onto her chest. Slowly, her fingers slid under the edge of the underside of her bra, lifting the fabric off of her at a tantalizing pace. You couldn't help but fixate your eyes on her, being drawn in by her actions, slowing down your own pace, and feeling the heightened feeling of her hands stroking you as she continued. She smirked, and finally spoke.

"Cum for me." Three sultry words left her mouth. She cast a spell on you. An unbreakable hex, committing you to her command. You tried resisting it, but it was obviously too much. You felt it from deep inside, and she did too, judging by the pulses your cock made. You had lost. Shot after shot of your cum shot out of you, landing on Sana's thighs and stomach. This load had been brewing inside you from the start of this evening, and was only enhanced by the finish Sana gave you. Sana's mouth was wide agape, in shock from her first victory, as well as the sheer volume of your load.

"I won!" She shouted, giggling, instantly releasing you from her gasp and taking small jumps in her seat. She did a little victory dance, flipping all of her sexy energy into cuteness like it was nothing.

"I FUCKING won!" She gloated once more, as you let your head hang back from your defeat. You supported yourself on your two arms behind your back, still basking in the sensation of one the best orgasms you've had in your life.

"Okay... pant What's your... gasp Trophy?" You asked, snapping her out of her little victory trance, trying to figure out what kind of mess you found yourself in now.

Sana put a finger on her chin, and her eyes peered upwards as she hummed and pondered on what to ask. At least, that's what it would look like to the untrained eye. She had already decided long ago what she wanted, and you were just left wondering what it would be.

"Ah, I know! Find us a third for a threesome, please?" She pouted, asking you with big doe eyes, pleading irresistibly. You raised one eyebrow at her request. Usually, the requests for things to do right now. This seems more like a long-term undertaking...

"Are those kinds of requests allowed...?" You pondered out loud, questioning the validity of her request.

"Well, they are now!" She snubbed your doubt instantly, deciding unilaterally that she was in her right to ask.

"Hmmm..." You considered her request more seriously this time, facing countless questions you thought best to just ask for clarification. "So should I just ask a buddy to join or what? I don't have all too many guy friends, you know..." You posed, clearly asking for further input.

"Don't be silly! I want you to convince a woman." Sana replied, having denied your initial proposition. You were a little shocked. You were afraid her request had something to do with just you alone not being enough to satisfy her anymore, but asking for a woman throws that out of the window. Was Sana just a little bicurious, or does she have more experience than she let on? Either way, you didn't mind the direction this took, preferring this over her growing tired of you any day.

"Should I ask Mina? I doubt I can get anyone else convinced in a timely manner..." You retorted, showing that you had doubts in how realistic your prospects were.

"That would be too easy! Did you really think Mina just saw you once and fell for your irresistible fucking charisma? I helped a ton with that one!" Sana goaded you, revealing a card she had kept hidden in her hand up until now. You had to admit to yourself, Mina's forwardness did seem strange to you, but to think Sana's gift to you would extend this far... Sana continued before letting you get too lost in your own mind. "I introduced you to 7 more beautiful girls tonight, didn't I? I'm sure you can manage, pick one of my members!"

You were a little shocked. You weren't really sure where to start, and doubtful about your ability to succeed. But before it could set in, you caught yourself. Nah, fuck that. You will succeed, you've had enough defeat for a day. You didn't need any more convincing to do anything the goddess in front of you requested of you, but she decided to give it to you anyways. She looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response, but was clearly still in heat. She felt the warmth of your cum still dripping onto her thighs, and decided to keep herself busy and you motivated. She swiped one finger over her inner thigh, taking a swab of your cum on it, and bringing it to her mouth. She put the finger in her mouth whole, sucking the cum off of it while pulling it out and pursing her lips, releasing her finger with a pop. She looked you dead in the eyes, and smiled at you devilishly. "Yummy!" She exclaimed. As if she expected you still had any resistance left. Unbeknownst to her, any resistance you once had to Sana had long died. 

"Fine. I'll do it. I don't know how yet, but I'll do it." You determined, your gaze fiery having set its sights on victory. Sana kept swiping cum from her thighs and stomach into her mouth, licking mouthful after mouthful before you replied, only to make her next move after you'd agreed to her demands.

"You're a big boy." Sana encouraged you, as she placed both her hands on your shoulders. She lifted her legs before straddling you, gliding her pussy against your erect cock. She lifted her hips, before placing her pussy above your cock and sliding onto you, letting a little moan vocalized with a "fuck", before addressing you again. "I'm sure you'll figure something out." She finished with a wink.

You and Sana fucked like that for a while, taking her in lotus first, eventually swapping into doggystyle to hit her deepest spots. You both fucked like your lives depended on it, only settling down when you were both out of orgasms and energy. By the time you headed home, dawn had already started to break outside, and you started to wonder what your life was becoming. It had only been a couple of years since you broke into idol photography, and now you're fucking some of the biggest names in the industry. Sacrificing some days worth of sleep was a small price to pay.

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A/N: A bit of a long chapter with not too much in terms of raunchiness happening this time around, but one we felt necessary to set up to make the rest of this series as grand as we envision it! Thanks, once again, for reading our little story and for all of the love you give us, we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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you’d dance with me? — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, light angst, reader gets sort of stood up, alcohol, reader is tipsy, swearing, (not) unrequited love, barely edited, 1.4K words. requested ! for my 200+ followers event [ closed ]

prompt : telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)

the man from the bar, james, isn’t your exact type. no one is except for sam, because you’re irrevocably in love with him. but since you can’t have him, and you’re dying to have a fun night without every second being consumed by thoughts of him, how much you love him, and how much you’re sure he doesn’t love you back, you turn to flirting with the nearest handsome single man.

and that means james. james has been nice enough and asked you to call him jamie, because “that’s what his friends call him.” dean gave you an impressed look as you walked past with “jamie” on your arm, and you winked at him, feeling playful and hopeful for a fun night after a tiring hunt. dean grinned back and sam barely gave any indication he noticed you before you settled at the bar and launched into a decently boring conversation with james about his corporate job and the fake life that you spin up for him.

that was over half an hour ago and it’s been at least twenty minutes since james excused himself to the bathroom with the promise that he’d be right back. you know he’s not coming back, but you stay rooted to your seat anyway.

it takes a few more minutes before sam appears, taking the previous man’s spot by your side.

“he left, didn’t he?” you ask, forlorn and not even bothering to look at sam as he settles next to you. sam cringes and nods. you sigh, not having to turn your head to see the movement through the corner of your eye as he confirms your suspicions. sam wonders if he should tell you that the asshole left with someone else. you deserve to know, but he’s hyperaware that it’ll only add to the sting. 

he takes in the look on your face and the empty shot glass that you fiddle with, and he immediately knows that you’re much more upset by this than you normally would be. of course, the situation is completely shitty, for anyone, but on any other day, you’d probably brush it off by looking for someone better or heading back to sit with him and dean for some fun with them (if dean’s still around by then). today, you’re alone and at least an extra shot or two in since the guy left, likely making you more tipsy than you intended to get tonight. more than that, the frown on your lips is easy to see and read, far different from the smile you normally give him when you’re pretending not to care. tonight you don’t attempt hide it.

“you okay?” he finally asks. you sigh again and surprise him a bit by dropping your head on his shoulder. this kind of touch between the two of you isn’t abnormal, but these days it feels like you’re avoiding it a little, which sort of kills him. it takes you a moment to answer, but when you do, sam’s heart clenches.

“i just wanted to dance with someone tonight.” your voice is sad and candid from the removal of your filter by the alcohol in your system. for a moment, sam is blindingly angry with the asshole that stood you up, and he has to hold back a vehement curse before recentering his focus on you and the sad pull between your eyebrows. he just clenches his jaw and lets you say what you need to before he lets any of the million things he wants to tell you fall from his lips. “he said he’d dance with me when he got back… then he didn’t come back. d’you think it’s stupid i wanted to dance? think that’s why he left?” 

now sam’s heart is plain-old breaking for you. he wants to ring the neck of the stupid man that made you question yourself like this, made your voice sound so dejected. then he wants to sweep you up in his arms and hold you close and kiss your forehead and tell you that it’s the sweetest, most endearing thing in the world that you want to dance. tell you that he’ll dance with you every night despite the fact that he can’t do much more than hold you and sway with you. tell you that he’s completely and enduringly in love with you. he discovered that recently, though he figures it’s been true for a long while now.

he has to settle for something a little more tame because you’re upset over another guy, because you’re a little tipsy, and because he can’t lose your friendships if those words don’t come across well.

sam puts his arm around your shoulders and you sink further into him. “if that’s why he left, he’s an idiot. anyone in their right mind would trip over their own feet to dance with you. no one in their right mind would leave you– someone like you, sitting here alone,” he says your name so soft and loving that he thinks he’s given himself away until he remembers you’re not picking up on everything right now, “he didn’t deserve you. you deserve a whole lot better than that ass.” i’d be so good to you, he thinks.

“yeah,” you agree, still sounding a little despondent.

“if you– if you still wanna dance, you’ve got a willing partner,” sam forges ahead, anything to make you smile.

“mm, where? james probably left with someone else, for all i know.” he doesn’t like that man’s name on your lips, and maybe you’re a little more drunk than he thought, because you’re not getting the hint as quickly as you normally would. if you were sober and trying not to act upset, you’d say that all with a playful tone to your voice to tease him for offering. right now, you just sound sort of unbelieving.

“you know,” sam responds, keeping his voice just as serious as yours instead of matching that tease like he normally would.

this time you let a bit of humor slip into your voice, but it’s still sort of pessimistic, “what? are you gonna drag dean away from whatever girl he’s found just to cheer up my sorry ass?” sam has to laugh a little at that thought, because it’s a silly image and almost funny how you refuse to see him as an option.

“your ass isn’t sorry,” sam smiles all soft when that pulls a half-hearted snort from you. his voice is still gentle as he finally says, “i’m right here, you know.”

when you tilt your head up to look at his face, and finally, finally, he gets your eyes on his, he almost melts to the floor. you’re looking at him, sweet and soft with your eyebrows pinched together like you’re not sure if he meant it. then there’s that little hint of hope and joy swimming around in the pretty pools of your eyes and it sets his heart afire, just like that. you’ve done just about nothing special, but to him you’ve done everything.

“you’d wanna dance with me?” you say it like you can’t believe it, like that’s exactly what you’d really been hoping for all night and it takes everything in sam’s power not to swoop down and kiss you right then and there. he’d wanna do a whole lot more than dance with you, but it’s a wonderful, glorious, honey-sweet way to start, he thinks.

“of course,” he grins at you, and that’s all it takes to pull a big smile over your features too. that’s just about everything sam could ever ask for, and it brings a flood of relief over him. he just can’t help himself when he asks, “that is, if you’d want to dance with me? i’m sure i’m not your ideal dancing partner for the night, but hopefully i’ll do.”

“of course i want to dance with you, sam,” you say, so blatantly honest that it makes his heart hurt, “and that’s not true.” you won’t explain what you mean by that, so sam stands with you and gladly lets you use him for balance. it’s not true that he’s not your ideal dancing partner? is that what you meant? he certainly hopes so, because that must mean, by default, he is your ideal dancing partner, and you wanted to dance with him tonight, not this awful james.

maybe you love him back a little, he hopes, as your wrap your arms around his middle and let him sway you back and forth, all gentle and smiling.

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The Other Shoe Drops (part 21)

Previous | Masterpost

As much as Jason and Danny did not want to get out of bed the day after their engagement, there were a lot of people who would be very upset if they found out about the engagement through the villain rumour mill, and Harley could not keep a secret like this. So after breakfast they turned their phones back on to start making calls, first to Alfred and Ellie, then Roy, then making their way down the line of various family and friends. They were ecstatic of course and Roy immediately started talking a mile a minute about planning an engagement party for both of them before forgetting to say goodbye before hanging up making them both laugh. 

Who knew when that party was coming and if it would be a surprise party (purposefully or because Roy forgot to tell them), but they were looking forward to it. Roy knew them both really well by then, he would do a good job.

“Should I be upset he just assumed he’s going to be my best man before I had the chance to ask?” Jason joked to Danny. 

“Hey if you don’t want him I’ll take him,” Danny said, draping himself casually across Jason’s lap, letting out a soft appreciative groan when the arch made his back pop a little.

“Fuck off, he’s mine,” Jason laughed shoving Danny’s shoulder, he didn’t budge an inch as he grinned up at Jason.

“Good, I want Harley as my best woman anyway,” Danny agreed easily. 

“She’ll do a great job, your bachelor party is going to be fucking wild!”

“Excuse you, it'll be my Bachelorette! And I’ll go with the Gotham Sirens,” Danny sniffed in lighthearted disdain. 

“Of course it will,” Jason chuckled indulgently. “Have a great time, Beloved. And when you do I hope you’ll wear the new gloves I made for you.”

“You made me new gloves?” Danny asked, eyebrows pinching together in confusion.

“Yes, I made us both new gloves, with bands carved into them so even when we have to wear our gloves over our rings people will know we’re taken,” Jason explained with repressed pride. 

“Aww you sap,” Danny teased with deep affection and pulled Jason down to kiss him  passionately. 

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They had a week to enjoy life as new fiances, they told all their friends and family and started discussing colours and potential venues. There would almost certainly be legal complications since Jason was pretty sure they were both legally dead, they’d have to hire lawyers to be officially married as Jason Todd and Danny Fenton, but they didn’t want to talk about that now. They were planning to have a long engagement anyway so for now they could just banter about if red was too cliche of a colour. 

But of course the universe wouldn’t let them get to their engagement party in peace before another one of the balls they had in their air dropped on their head. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Danny asked, dangerously soft into the phone. The tone immediately catching Jason’s attention from across the room. He got up and went to sit next to Danny, asking with his eyes if everything was okay. Danny gave him a look and shook his head slightly, then switched the phone to speaker so they could both listen. 

“-know how but they convinced the UN to have a meeting to hear them out. They’re pushing back much harder against the Justice League than we expected and want to prove ghosts are a threat and they’re methods are justified. We didn’t expect them to have enough resources to do anything like this, especially with our more covert operations ongoing.”

At least the voice coming out of the phone was J’onn and the disdain dripped from his tone. Jason thought that if it had been any other member of the JL calling to warn them about this situation Danny might have gone into a full rage. J’onn knew how awful and triggering this was and made no attempt at neutrality like some might, he was fully on their side in this. 

“Ghosts aren’t a threat though. The last time they tried to prove that, Dan and I worked it out without causing any damage to anything. That’s better than most heroes,” Danny responded flatly. “Most people in the world don’t even believe in ghosts, how can they say we’re a threat if we make so little impact we’re not even a certainty!”

“I know, and we will tell them as much. We will do everything we can to make sure the UN sees the GIW for what they are, and no matter what they decide I swear we will not allow their actions to continue unchecked. The Justice League is Moral, not lawful,” J’onn assured the two of them firmly. “I just wanted to ask you permission to use the presentation you gave to the Justice League to give a more human face to the real harm the Ghost Investigation Ward has done.” 

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll attend the meeting,” Danny said flatly.

Silence weighed heavy in the gentle electrical static of the phone, louder than usual in response to Danny’s anger. “I… Am not sure that would be wise,” Martian Manhunter said as gently and reasonably as any parent. 

“I don’t care if it’s wise this is my people we’re talking about J’onn. Someone should be there to represent them, and I think it had better be me rather than Dan or Ellie. She’s too young and he’s… well, Dan.”

Jason could feel J’onn’s hesitation through the phone as he tried to come up with an argument. “I assure you we will represent your case, and Deadman will be in attendance. But I just-”

“J’onn you can’t keep me out. Will it look better if me and Jason show up with you or if we crash the party?” Danny cut in impatiently.

J’onn sighed heavily through the phone, and Jason winced sympathetically, he suspected the Martian had one hell of a headache brewing. “I believe I’ll let you decide your own path,” J’onn said delicately. 

“Thank you, Sorry in advance J’onn. I have a feeling this is going to suck, for all of us,” Danny said. 

“Yes, I am sorry too Hyena. This is not how any of us wanted this to go,” J’onn lamented, and hung up without saying goodbye. He still sometimes forgot human politeness, and the conversation was clearly over.

Danny dropped his phone on the couch and immediately crawled into Jason’s lap and hid against Jason’s chest. When Jason wrapped his arms around Danny he could feel the smaller man trembling violently. Jason made a sympathetic noise and held him close, rocking them both slowly as Danny let out an involuntary wounded-animal whine.

“Breath Baby, breath,” Jason crooned when Danny started to hyperventilate. He couldn’t fast track through this panic attack, Danny needed to work through his feelings, no matter how much it hurt Jason to see his lover like this. It wasn’t, and couldn’t be, about him right now.

They rode out the waves of panic together, with Jason supporting and holding Danny together, and even once Danny was calm again they didn’t separate. Danny lay against Jason’s chest, his breathing slow and deep almost as if he was asleep though Jason knew he wasn’t. He was just too exhausted to panic anymore, so Jason waited for Danny to be ready to talk.

“Will you come with me?” The question softly muttered against Jason’s chest.

“Of course I will,” Jason agreed without hesitation. “I would never let you face this alone.”

“I have to go,” Danny insisted.

“I know Danny, I’m not going to try and stop you. You should be there. You have to know Ellie will probably come too though right? If anyone lets slip this is happening, if she finds out we won’t be able to keep her away, just like you.” Jason reminded, she was Danny’s clone after all. She was just as stubborn and selfless as he could be, and this was her fight too. 

Danny hesitated and sighed. “Well, let��s hope no one lets it slip to her, but be prepared for her to be there.”

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Unsurprisingly they weren’t invited to the UN meeting, and no one communicated with them about it anymore. But that didn’t matter, Jason may not have been as good of a hacker as Timmy but he had still been a robin and he knew his way around a security system. They could have asked Tim for help, but that increased the channels through which Ellie might learn about the meeting and they didn’t want that, so Jason just did it himself and found out where and when they’d need to go to crash the party.

They didn't bother to go through the front door when they crashed the meeting. They wouldn't be let in anyway so they skipped the scene they would inevitably cause at the door and just walked through the wall and into the hall where the leaders were already gathered. They were dressed in full Red Hood and Hyena garb, they had considered coming as Jason and Danny, but Jason was still protective enough of his identity that he would rather not and Danny hadn’t fought him on that.

“Don't mind us,” Danny said cheerfully, waving away the ripple of fearful and angry murmurs that spread through the room. “This decision will affect both of us since we’re both flavours of undead, so we’re here to see how it goes,” Hyena said cheerfully. 

“So have I,” Said a familiar voice from closer to the ceiling.

Danny’s shoulders tensed for just a moment when he heard Ellie’s voice but then he forced himself to relax and turned towards her as she swooped down to join them. “And my little sister Phantasm is here too! Just be glad we didn’t also bring our big brother as well.”

“We don’t have any chairs for you,” Diana told them with gracious resignation, accepting but not condoning their presence. 

“That’s alright, we’ll stand. Or float in her case I suppose,” Hood said, gesturing casually to Ellie when she hovered next to him.

“Right, well, let’s carry on,” Diana sighed, turning back towards the podium.

“What? No! We can’t continue with them here. They are violent and dangerous creatures, it’s like casually having a meeting while there’s a bomb in the room!” One of the GIW representatives blurted. And to his credit, he did seem genuinely scared, maybe he did actually believe the bullshit they were spewing. 

“They are not, the justice league has worked with them multiple times. Phantasm is an established and well loved member of the Teen Titans and Hyena has been an invaluable consultant and ally when we’re in need.”

“Ya, like when you people purposefully released Dan from his containment before he was ready in hopes he would go on a rampage to add some legitimacy to your crackpot theories,” Hyena piped up helpfully. 

“Hyena, that is conjecture, we have no proof that they did that,” Batman warned, low and gentle. 

“Ya, except that they totally did right?” Danny said, getting a scowl for his trouble. He held up his hands in defeat. “Alright, I’ll shut up. Please carry on.”

Everyone continued to shoot nervous looks in their direction, besides the members of the Justice League who were forging ahead and forcing everyone around to keep up or get left behind, which no one could afford. So they carried on the debate with the JL going first, presenting the information they had on ghosts, and the evidence of the GIWs crimes. The evidence was extensive, if the world leaders believed that ghosts were sabient, or even could just feel pain, there would be no doubt about their unethical actions.

Hyena, Red Hood, and Phantasm managed to stay quiet, even while they showed the presentation Danny had made to show the JL. It was Ellie’s first time seeing it, but Danny was so proud of how well she held it together! When he wrapped an arm around her he could feel her trembling a little and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, but she kept a stiff upper lip and she didn’t make a sound. He wondered if it was cold to hope her emotion would play well to their audience. 

Unfortunately the worst was still to come, because the GIW had to present their case against ghosts, though Danny had no idea how the hell they were going to try to justify their actions. Danny had stopped breathing already because it helped suppress the rising panic as the GIW were called to present. Ellie had stopped breathing as well, and on his other side he could hear Jason breathing fast and shallow, the only one who still needed to breath betraying their collective fear. Danny hated that he caught himself practically praying to Clockwork that this would go well. Surely if this was going to go badly he would have interfered right? He’d done it before.

The GIW agent, a professional looking woman wearing a white dress suitable for business rather than the usual cheap looking white suit, walked to the stand, her white heels clicking ominously on the wood floor. She carried a small stack of notecards and a usb, the contents of which Danny absolutely dreaded. He did not want to know what footage they had, what ‘experiments’ they’d done that they would bring up today. He just hoped neither he or Ellie would have a panic attack.

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed leaders. My name is Amy Watson, called agent W, and I’m here to present on behalf of the GIW,” The woman said as she put down her things. “You have heard a lot today about what our organization has done, none of which I will deny. Because it would be foolish to do so with the evidence presented. The Justice League have done their research, and with the information they have I’m sure they’re being genuine. However I suspect  they have been manipulated as well because you were told what we did, but not why, and we stand by all our actions no matter how gruesome they first appear.”

She plugged in her usb and pulled up a clip and Danny sucked in his breath when he recognized himself in the thumbnail, from before he was Hyena. It was a fight with Skulker, there had been no casualties but the show of force was impressive. Then that bitch Penelope Spectra, she really was a piece of work worthy of trying to prove ghosts were evil. Finally him again, as Hyena, fighting Dan, there were no casualties in that fight either but damn did it look bad. And last but certainly not least, footage of them in Penguins bar, which was much worse.

Wait, how did they have the fight? Penguin had cameras but he wouldn’t have given the footage to a government organization. And how would they have even known that would happen unless. Danny inhaled sharply and leaned into Jason’s side. It had been them, they had organized the whole thing for the same reason they had let Dan out. They were hoping that if Jason died Danny would go on a rampage retroactively justifying all the shit that they had done, and even if they hadn’t gotten the rampage they wanted the fact that Danny had actively killed a human in that fight did not look good. 

“Looks like we owe Penguin an apology,” Danny murmured to Jason who scoffed, but nodded.

“Ghosts are incredibly powerful and unkillable by all conventional weapons. They cannot be stopped by even the most advanced of our earth security systems. Without specially developed weapons they are unstoppable, and as those videos show, they are capable of tremendous harm. It is our firm belief that ghosts are simply the imprint people left behind, an emotionless echo no more capable of feeling pain than a recording. But even if it could be proven that they have feeling and thought, and that’s a big If, what we do would still be more than justified in the name of global, maybe even universal defense. 

“Through our experiments, and yes, a few sacrifices, we have been able to develop weapons, shields, and restraints that work on these beings. If it comes down to it, we might just be capable of defending our planet against these extra-dimensional threats now.”

“With all due respect ma’am earth does have defenses against this sort of threat,” Deadman spoke, floating into a standing position and nodding to those around them. “I have been part of a branch of the Justice League known as Justice League Dark for years, we have been in charge of handling all supernatural threats to this world and I assure you we have some very powerful members, capable servants of the public good.”

“Ya including me,” Hyena spoke up, gesturing to paused the video. “All three of those clips you saw involved me, either as I am now or when I was younger since I’ve been the GIW’s enemy number one for years. The first two fights involved no human casualties at all! Penelope Spectra- the spirit in the second clip, is a criminal who probably would have killed someone, but we have our own ways of dealing with our criminals and she is now serving a century in prison for her crimes. Brought to justice by myself and the ghost warden, Walker. The GIW have tried to paint us all with the same brush but we’re not all bad! There are bad ghosts like there are bad people, because ghosts are people, just dead ones.”

“I’m not sure that matters,” One of the world leaders mused, staring at the screen. “If ghosts are such a threat then we need a way to defend ourselves against them. Relying entirely on the Justice League is not always possible, or wise. Some of us might feel much more comfortable with the ability to defend ourselves.”

The Agent W nodded graciously, “Rightly so. Though the American Government has funded our efforts up until now we are willing to share information, or even set up branches in any countries willing to partner with us.”

“Wait, no, that is not what this meeting is about. It is to determine if the GIW and the US government are guilty of violating human rights laws and the meta-protection acts, not to get them new partnerships!” Diana interrupted with barely controlled rage.

“If they have, there are countries that would offer them sanctuary, because they value the safety of their own people over the hypothetical feelings of ‘ghosts’,” Someone else piped up in a tone of barely concealed disdain.

Danny could not believe what he was hearing! And judging from the way Ellie was trembling and Jason had clenched his fists they agreed. 

“You cannot be serious,” Martian Manhunter said. “This is another sovran species who has caused you so little trouble until now that most of you didn’t even believe they were real and you're willing to condone war crimes against them? Outside of an active war zone? Just because they have not been officially declared sapient does not excuse this especially when no independent tests have been done!”

“They’re hardly a sovran species, at best they're a bunch of thugs but truly, they're little more than animals.” Agent W dismissed. “And I assure you we have conducted extensive experimentation, all of our notes have been made available to you to look over for yourself. Please feel free to come to your own conclusions.”

“Conclusions from biased and unethical “Science” are bound to be just as biased and unethical,” Batman added in his low familiar rumble. But Danny wasn’t sure how many people had heard him, there was sounds of paper rustling around the room as leaders started to look through whatever research the GIW had provided. Things were quickly starting to devolve into bickering and whispers, the facade of dignity and poise quickly cracking and falling away.

Danny did not like the way this was going, the JL was losing control of the audience. Fear was a stronger motivator than righteousness and the GIW had a lot of practice in making people afraid. Maybe it was time to give them something else to fear.

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 25

18+ MDNI

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Tate has devised a plan to get a Girls Trip™ for the two of you, you just need to execute it to perfection.

I definitely don’t dream about having Ace snuggling me when I’m on my period. Like a living weighted blanket who would say sweet things into my ear. That is definitely not a wish of mine and complete self-indulgence.

~

This is the set up for the divergent endings. The good ending will be first, the bad ending will be last.

The next morning, you knocked on the door to the women’s quarters, holding your sketches under your arm. You knew you didn’t need to knock, it had been your living space too at some point. But it didn’t feel right to barge in unannounced. A very hungover looking Heidi cracked open the door and smiled weakly at you.

“What’s up?” she rasped at you. Evidently, more nurses than just Tate had a wild night. 

“Is Tate up? I was hoping to get a few minutes with her before work.” You had all your ideas with you, you were ready to show her some and see which ones she liked.

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” Heidi replied, opening the door all the way. “Tate!” she yelled. There was a chorus of ‘shhhhh’ that rang out among the darkened room. Tate shuffled up to the door, looking worse for the wear. You smirked at her.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked with a bright smile. She glared at you, but without malice. “C’mon, I’ll make you my hangover cure. Chug it and we’ll chat after that.” Tate blinked slowly, but shuffled out the door and put her arm in yours. The two of you walked silently down the halls together, ending in the kitchen. Just like with Ace, you sat her down while you made your drink of lemon, honey, vinegar, chili peppers, seltzer, and a little dash of secret ingredient. Tate emphatically frowned when you handed it to her, but shrugged. 

“Can’t be worse than whatever I drank last night,” she lamented. “Bottoms up,” she said, chugging the drink. You handed her the water right after, which she sipped. “So, I remember some of what we talked about last night. Did you say that you finished the sketches?” 

You grinned at her, putting the drawings in front of her. “I did, we can go over them together and see what you like and what we need to change.” You spread them out, showing her your ideas. “Basically, these are mix and match pieces in a few colors. You can pair any of the tops with any of the bottoms for a good outfit. I even included skirts of various lengths in case you…miss…the mini skirts,” you finished with a wink. “I thought darker fabrics would be better in the case of bodily fluids. Teal and periwinkle tend to be universally flattering, no matter your skin tone, but black or gray are also good choices. In terms of fabric, cotton would be a good choice but we’ll have to go to a fabric store and find some samples…” You went on about dye lots, fabric blends, and clothing cuts, explaining everything in detail to Tate. She nodded along, looking through the sketches. 

“So, what do you think? What can we change to suit your needs better?” you asked the now revived nurse. 

“Absolutely nothing. These are incredible! I love the long pants, it’s so annoying to wash other people’s blood off the tops of your thighs.” She was looking over the drafts intensely, making notes with a pencil she had. “I have nothing to add other than you’re a genius. Let’s get off the boat at the next large island and get some samples. Make a whole day of it,” she said, putting her hand over yours and smiling kindly. You smiled back, but were unsure. You had a feeling it would take a lot of convincing for Marco to let you off the ship. “I’ll work on Marco,” Tate said as if reading your mind, “I have a plan.”

You felt lighter after your brief meeting with Tate. She had to go back to the infirmary for work and you had to go to breakfast. While you ate, Thatch was pretending to be upset with you because he found out that Ace had joined you and Marco for the night. You could tell he wasn’t actually upset but you still felt like you had to walk on eggshells.

“But we did that too, remember?” you reminded Thatch. “Ace came in once when you were brushing my hair for me?” You were seated on Thatch’s lap, like always, eating whatever he was serving you. And, like always, it was delicious. 

“ Mija, of course I remember, Ace snores like a train and burns hotter than the sun when he’s dreaming of you,” Thatch scoffed. He speared another forkful of eggs and brought it to your mouth. You opened without thinking and chewed the gooey, cheesy dish. “Look mami , you ate it all, I’m so proud of you!” Thatch kissed the top of your head. Recently you noticed you gained some weight, your clothes were fitting differently. You felt physically well, better than you had in a long time. You couldn’t say the same for your emotional well being, but at least some part of you was healing. 

“Thanks to you,” you said, giving Thatch a kiss on the cheek. He really was a good chef, and you were in a good mood from your conversation with Tate that morning. 

“Someone’s feeling well,” Thatch commented. You hummed, you didn’t want to reveal your plans with Tate yet. It would take a lot of convincing but you thought she figured out a way to get off the ship together for a day. Thatch kissed you again, this time on your mouth, and set you down. You went off to work, feeling energized and ready to take on the day. 

Until later that morning. 

You felt a long gone but familiar sensation of cramping in your lower stomach. One of the only upsides to being starved half to death was that you lost your period for a long time. Obviously, it was a sign of incredibly poor health, but you liked to look on the bright side of things. You always had terrible cramps when you had your period, and it looked like this time would be no exception. You put your hand on your lower stomach, you needed to talk to the nurses quickly. You apologized to Blenheim, promising to fix his scabbard later in the day. You scurried off to the infirmary, hoping to avoid Marco.

Logically, you knew Marco was a doctor and had studied the female reproductive system. But you still felt much more comfortable talking to other women about menstruation than men. You slunk into the clinic, quickly ducking into one of the unoccupied examination rooms. Peeking through the cracked door, you waited until you saw a lurid pink miniskirt pass by the door. You darted out, scaring Bethany, who dropped her clipboard.

“You can’t just pop out at people like that!” she scolded you. 

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly. “I need pads and tampons, can I use the ones in the women’s bathroom here?” you whispered. There weren’t many women’s restrooms on the ship, you only knew of the ones in the infirmary and connected to the women’s quarters.

“Sure, they’re communal. You don’t need to ask,” Bethany replied at full volume. You hoped Marco wasn’t listening in.

“Thanks, see you later.” You sped off to the women’s bathroom in the infirmary, grabbing what you needed. You were still wearing a stupid dress, but you swiped some underwear from the clean patient laundry. They were too big, but it was better than nothing. If Marco was mad, well, he could solve the problem himself. Leaving the bathroom, you jumped as you saw the very man you were trying to avoid leaning against the opposing wall. Served you right for surprising Bethany, you supposed.

“Everything alright?” Marco asked, assessing you with his eyes. He was in doctor mode, which made you feel more comfortable. You knew what to expect when he was like this, he was professional, detached, and had good bedside manner.

“Oh, um, yeah. I just got um, my…period.” Marco smiled kindly at you.

“Congratulations yoi. It’s a sign of recovery. However, the first menstruation after extensive amenorrhea is often quite painful. I recommend you go lay down, rest and relax.” Even though it was phrased as a clinical recommendation, you knew it was an order. 

“Ok Marco. Where should I go? I don’t want to ruin any-” Marco waved off your concerns.

“We’re all adults here, no one is upset by the human body. Ace cleaned his room, would you like to go there?” You tried to hide your disgust when you thought about Ace’s room and the last time you’d seen it. Marco laughed.

“I understand your hesitation yoi, but I checked it myself. It’s clean and always the perfect temperature. Go there. I’ll give you some medicine to take with you.” Marco left to rummage in a nearby cart, grabbing a bottle of low grade pain killers. “Take two, and drink some water. I’ll have Ace check on you in an hour or two.” Marco kissed you on your head, turned you around by your shoulders and sent you off with a little push. You didn’t feel that bad, you’d been having your period for many years. Going to lay down preemptively was overkill, you thought, but you weren’t going to disagree with Marco.

An hour later and you were glad Marco had sent you to lay down. You remembered having cramps, of course, but nothing like this. You were curled up on Ace’s freshly made bed, writhing in pain. After the first wave of cramps, you’d taken the pain killers, but they weren’t getting close to helping with the pain. Marco had stopped by briefly, bringing you tea, a hot water bottle, and tucking you under the covers. You asked him to heal you but he said there wasn’t anything wrong with you, that it was excess uterine lining being shed normally. There was nothing to heal, so his flames wouldn’t do anything. He had a busy day and couldn’t stay long but promised to send Ace up. 

In between pains so intense you thought your stomach was being sliced in half, you took a look around Ace’s room. It was so much better than the first time you’d been in the room. He had cleaned out all the food, all the old papers, and done his laundry. Marco was right, it was warm and cozy. You weren’t sure if it was the room itself or if it was somehow the residual effects of his Mera Mera, but you didn’t care. You tried closing your eyes and falling asleep but the closest you could get was dozing in and out of consciousness. 

Creaking, the door opened, and you heard Ace ending a conversation. You kept your back turned to the door and pretended to be asleep in case he could see you.

“ - don’t think she likes it, not like I do…” Ace sounded doubtful about whatever it was. 

“Remember how you were when you joined yoi? All anger and fury? And now look at us,” you could tell he was speaking with Marco. “Give it some time, it will be everything you ever wanted. Family and love, happiness and a place where you belong, all here with us. Here, give her these,” Ace hummed, and it sounded like they kissed. Footsteps told you Marco left, and Ace opened the door, holding a few bottles of pills. He spotted you on his bed and kicked off his shoes, putting the bottles on his desk. You really wanted to ask him about what they were talking about but didn’t have the courage to admit you were listening in to their private conversation. 

“Poor baby,” he said, as you heard him taking off his pants and knife.

“S’ok,” you replied, stretching a little. Ace got into the bed with you, crawling behind you. You whined, you didn’t want to be manhandled right now. You saw Marco had given Ace a bottle of vitamins and another of anti-nausea medication for you. You'd take them later, you couldn't move right now.

“Shhhh. S’gonna be alright.” Ace curled up behind you, spooning you. He moved your hands away from your lower stomach and replaced them with his own. You felt the gentle warmth of his Mera Mera heating you. You mewled and scooted backwards, snuggling into him. Ace buried his face in your neck and held you closer. He let you relax and drift to sleep, holding you tightly in his arms. 

It was a challenging few days for you. Your period was lighter than it normally was, but extremely painful. You didn’t leave Ace’s room much, spending your time reading and thinking about your reply letter to Vista’s brothers. Thatch, Ace, and Marco all visited as they could, with Ace staying with you at night. They were actually…sweet. You wished they were always this way, then you’d have no doubts about staying on the ship with them. Thatch brought you desserts and savory food in equal measure and gave you massages when your muscles were tight. He didn’t make you sit on his lap but let you eat by yourself in Ace’s bed. He tried to hand feed you, but sulkily accepted when you declined. Marco brought you medicine, tea, pads, and more books from his collection. He made sure you were physically comfortable, bringing loose pants, extra blankets and pillows. Ace, of course, warmed you up and snuggled with you until you thought you would merge together on an atomic level. You were thankful he let you hole up in his room.

“Sorry, I know it can’t be easy having me in here all the time,” you said to Ace on the third day. You were laying in bed together, limbs entangled, facing each other. Ace was still dozing after the night you’d spent in each other’s arms. You were brushing his freckles lightly with your fingertips. You were feeling better, you’d be out of his room by the afternoon, you thought.

“S’great. Wish’is all the time,” Ace mumbled. “Would lock you in here’f I could,” he continued, putting his chin on the top of your head. You sighed because you knew that when you got up, you would be back to your previous life of rules and punishments from the three Commanders. You nuzzled deeper into Ace’s arms, keeping the real world at bay for just a few hours longer.

~~~

A few days later, you needed to find Ace once more. You and Tate thought you had figured out a way to finagle a girl’s day out of the Commanders. The two of you wanted to stop at the next big island, coming up in about a week. It was close to the calm belt, but you’d actually been to the island years prior. It was known for its large textile factory and incredible fabric inventory. You’d done a few fashion shows there, maybe you could use some of your previous fame to get a discount on fabrics, or at least try to. It also had a day spa that was known for its wet saunas and hot tubs. You really wanted to go with Tate and enjoy a relaxing girls trip. Tate’s plan would require you to be crafty and a little conniving, but it would be worth it if it worked out. 

Ace was going to go on a mission later that morning, you needed to find him quickly. He was still inhaling food in the mess hall after you’d eaten breakfast. You waited for him outside the mess hall, wanting to speak to him in private. When he left, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside. You looked up at him with hope in your eyes.

“Ace, can I get off the ship with Tate at the next island? They have a fabric store I want to go to. Please?” You weren’t sure this would work, but you really wanted to go to the fabric store in person. 

“Ah, I don’t think so. You’ll have to ask -” you stopped Ace from talking by pulling him down by his hat string to kiss him. You kissed him deeply, holding him at the back of his neck. All that time you’d spent with him in bed had you feeling connected to him, and you hoped the reverse was true as well.

“Please?” you asked again in a pleading tone. Ace smiled at you, disarmed by the forward display of affection.

“I know you’re trying to manipulate me, but I have to say, it’s working. OK, as long as someone’s with you. Ask Thatch or Marco, though, just to be sure. I’ll be gone by the time the Moby’s docking at the next island, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” 

“Thank you Ace! Thank you, thank you” you kissed his cheeks every time you thanked him, making Ace smile even wider.

“You should ask me for favors more often, I like the way this is going.” Ace husked. He pulled you against him, you could feel his growing erection through his shorts. You rubbed up against him a little bit, teasing him.

“Let’s finish this in a bit, I need to go eat breakfast and Thatch doesn’t like when I’m late,” you replied. One last kiss to Ace and you were on your way. The first part of your plan had been a success.

Next, you waited until it was lunchtime. You were extra good for Thatch, complimenting his cooking and allowing him to feed you without complaint. You finished about two thirds of your food before you started talking to him about the island.

“Thatch, I have a favor I want to ask you,” you began, eyes wide.

“If I can grant it, I will mami. What do you need?” Thatch rubbed your palm with his thumb.

“Can I get off the ship with Tate at the next island? There’s a fabric store I want to go to for the new nurses’ uniforms.” You looked at Thatch hopefully.

“Ah. No, I don’t think so. I don’t want -”

“But Ace already said yes, I was so excited,” you said while making yourself cry. Tears fell down your face and you twisted the knife in Thatch’s heart. “I t-told Tate we could g-go, and I was going to invite y-you -” Thatch frowned and rubbed away the tears from your cheeks.

“ Querida, if it’s that important to you, I’ll talk to Marco. We can try to make it work. I’m not sure it will happen, but we’ll try.” You smiled, stopping the tears.

“Thank you Thatch! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Just like with Ace, you kissed him with every thank you. 

“ Mija it’s not a guarantee, you understand that, right? I don’t want you to be upset if it doesn’t work out in the end,” Thatch said, still stroking your cheek. You gave him a genuine smile - you knew he would try his hardest to let you off the ship. He would go and talk to Marco on your behalf and try to convince the Phoenix into letting you off the ship. Marco would be the toughest of the three, but you thought between you, Thatch, and Tate it would be possible to convince him. You exchanged a few more kisses, thanking him, until he had to leave to prepare lunch for the crew. Part two of Tate’s plan had worked. 

Marco found you in the afternoon as you were on the deck leaning against the main mast, relaxing. You were still taking it easy but the little work you’d been doing had tired you out. How did the crew break so many toilets?

“So I hear you want to have an excursion on the next island,” Marco began, standing over you. He seemed to be in a good mood, or at least hadn’t outright denied you. His half open eyes showed some amusement, which was a good start.

“There’s a textile store that I want to go to with Tate. To get samples for the nurses’s uniforms. I haven’t been off the ship yet.” You tried to keep yourself from rambling but it was always hard for you to keep your cool around Marco.

Marco hummed. “And it has nothing to do with the spa on the island yoi?” You looked up at Marco with wide eyes. He still seemed amused, he wasn’t mad with you yet. He squished your cheeks gently between his thumb and index finger, the corners of his lips quirked up into a cold smile.

“Tate asked me about the store and the spa. And Thatch also came to talk to me about it. You’ve been working everyone to get off the ship yoi.” You swallowed dryly, you felt caught. “You’ve been a good Doveling lately yoi. Had a hard time this week. I’ll allow it with the understanding that one of us will be with you at all times.” He squished your face with a little more force. “We wouldn’t want you to get lost or hurt. We’re always looking out for you, you know that, don’t you Doveling?” 

You nodded. “Yes, Marco. Thank you Marco.” you replied. Even though Marco had said he allowed it, you felt the lingering threat behind his words. He’d be watching your every move and if anything went wrong on this trip, you didn’t think you’d ever be let off the ship again. 

“You can show your appreciation to me later tonight yoi,” Marco said, moving his hand from your face to your hair, pulling it gently. You were forced to tip your face up even higher. “It’s quite lenient of me, don’t you think?” 

“Yes, Marco. Thank you, Marco.” You shivered thinking about what Marco would want in exchange for allowing you off the ship for a day. He kissed your mouth briefly and released his hand from your hair. 

“Stay here and relax a little longer. You look like you need it yoi.” You agreed. It felt like you’d have to pay for your time off the ship with a pound of flesh. And you knew they would be collecting. 

[ghoastixx]

Hello!! Do you think you could do a poly!lost boys x male reader, where the reader gets their tonsils removed? Like, he get it done during the day and hadn’t thought to tell the boys so when night falls he doesn’t meet up with them at the boardwalk so they go to his house, thinking he’s finally finished with them, (trust issues galore, I swear) only to find him resting in bed, drugged up and sore.

Fluffy cuddling and a bit of a delirious reader who gets upset a little and cries from the soreness of the surgery. Comfort.

Please and thank you!!

Poly!lost boys x male delirious reader

notes: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY THAT I WAS AWAY FOR SO LONG. SCHOOL STARTED AGAIN AND MY COLLEGE ASSIGNMENTS ARE BEATING MY ASS!!!!

author's notes: I haven't written anything for the lost boys in a damn hot minute so this will probably be shitty.

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Everything. hurt. That's all you could think of as you lay in your bed, listening to the waves of santa carla luring your pain to sleep. Despite such peacefulness for you, a certain group of boys were..quite restless tonight.

"Where is he?" Paul huffed impatiently, fiddling with one of the bracelets he nicked off a pretty little thing after bleeding her dry a few weeks ago. "Did he say anything about not being here yesterday?"

"I don't think so," Marko responded, bored out of his mind. David was smoking a cigarette, seemingly somewhere else in his mind as Dwayne kept his eyes out for any sign of their human pet boyfriend.

"Do you think he's mad at us?" Paul all but whined,

"For what? We didn't do nuthin'" Marko all but barked back, which caused a sharp glare from Dwayne.

The boys were only so patient, waiting around their bikes for an hour before they came to a conclusion. You didn't love them anymore.

So, jumping onto their bikes, they drove to your place, deciding that you would have to face up to the facts of your loss of love. You should tell them damnit! Besides.. you knew too much... surely you'd taste sweet..

You sat up in bed, thinking you heard approaching bikes and the sound of boots on the wooden floors. A few scrapes at your window, taps on the walls. All it took was a whine coming from your form for the boys to quit their antics, stepping into your bedroom.. god you smelled so sweet.. The sound of you so distressed was unusual, usually you were a bit more tough, something was obviously wrong.

The boys felt relieved whenever you eased up at the sight of them. "Boys? What're you doing here?" You murmured, a bit sleepy. David spoke up before anyone else could, still a bit skeptical.

"You didn't show. We got worried about you." You tilted your head a bit which Paul found adorable, he strolled right over to your bed and sat his pretty little ass down onto it, he always adored your "nest."

"Did I not tell you guys?"

"Tell us what?" Dwayne asked, he could all but sense the pain that was zipping through your body.

"Got my tonsils out today, wasn't gonna come out tonight."

"Your tonsils out?" Marko questioned,

"No puppy, you didn't tell us." David spoke a bit gruffly, coming off a bit more blunt than intended.

"Had us worried about you." Dwayne backed him up.

What none of the boys expected was for you to start...sniffling? Paul instantly perked up.

"oh no no no, baby- what's got you so upset?"

"I'm sorry," your words slurred, "didn't mean to make you guys upset- don't want you mad at me-"

Marko, frowning, went and joined Paul in your bed, flopping down onto it and playing with your hair. Dwayne walked over, touching your cheek.

"How many drugs do they have you on?" He all but mumbled.

"Hurts-" was all you had to say for David to finally cave, coming over to your bed with the others, sitting down on the side of it.

"I know, bub, just lay down, we'll make it go away."

The waves of santa carla's beaches were quiet against the sound of four purring vampires and one sleepy human sandwiched between them. When you woke up the next morning, a note from Dwayne was left on your bedside table.

"Don't strain yourself. Be back tonight,"

[nightmare-chaser]

Anyone else remember that "if everyone is special, then no one is" shit?

Man, fuck that noise, boiling down the full fucking spectrum of human existence like the variety of it somehow makes each individual part less, like the many many many kinds of cakes in existences somehow makes chocolate cake less delicious or that birthday cake your sister stayed up late making for you less special, like because there are many dresses in the world it means the dress your mother wore to her wedding and tore walking down the aisle isn't worth any more than the cloth its made of

"Being special isnt special" but cant it be though? Cant you open your fucking pragmatical heart to a bit of romanticism of the day to day? The dog that scared me coming up the stairs isnt fundamentally different from any other golden retriever out there except for that he lives in the apartment next to mine and his owner described him as "nice, just loud", but cant i be delighted that he exists hidden in our no pets apartment block?

How can the reality of everyone being special not fill you with a sense of wonder for us all? How lovely to be in a world where no two people are exactly alike, how wonderful to be in a world full of delightful surprises and even those not so nice, how sweet we all live on this earth together to meet and compare

"If EvErYoNe Is SpEcIaL, nO oNe Is" maaaaan, go fuck yourself, come back when you learn to love fiercely

[caeslxys]

I’ve mentioned this elsewhere but it feels relevant again in light of the most recent episode. Something that’s really fascinating to me about Orym’s grief in comparison to the rest of the hells’ grief is that his is the youngest/most fresh and because of that tends to be the most volatile when it is triggered (aside from FCG, who was two and obviously The Most volatile when triggered.)

As in: prior to the attack on Zephrah, Orym was leading a normal, happy, casual life! with family who loved him and still do! Grief was something that was inflicted upon him via Ludinus’ machinations, whereas with characters like Imogen or Ashton, grief has been the background tapestry of their entire lives. And I think that shows in how the rest of them are largely able to, if not see past completely (Imogen/Laudna/Chetney) then at least temper/direct their vitriol or grief (Ashton/Fearne/Chetney again) to where it is most effective. (There is a glaring reason, for example, that Imogen scolded Orym for the way he reacted to Liliana and not Ashton. Because Ashton’s anger was directed in a way that was ultimately protective of Imogen—most effective—and Orym’s was founded solely in his personal grief.)

He wants Imogen to have her mom and he wants Lilliana to be salvageable for Imogen because he loves Imogen. But his love for the people in his present actively and consistently tend to conflict with the love he has for the people in his past. They are in a constant battle and Orym—he cannot fathom losing either of them.

(Or, to that point, recognize that allowing empathy to take root in him for the enemy isn't losing one of them.)

It is deeply poignant, then, that Orym’s grief is symbolized by both a sword and shield. It is something he wields as a blade when he feels his philosophy being threatened by certain conversational threads (as he believes it is one of the only things he has left of Will and Derrig, and is therefore desperately clinging onto with both bloody hands even if it makes him, occasionally, a hypocrite), but also something he can use in defense of the people he presently loves—if that provocative, blade-grief side of him does not push them—or himself—away first.

(it won’t—he is as loved by the hells as he loves them. he just needs to—as laudna so beautifully said—say and hear it more often.)

[girlwiththegreenhat]

you know what? at least he got his wedding. i guess ,

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Freaking HAUNTED by the scenario of Cassie falling for the Mimic's act in the elevator and she comes back from it so, so, SO freaking scared but also so so SO freaking biased and spiteful and ANGRY she tries getting back at Gregory in the way that would hurt him even more than just 'paying in the same coin', by taking away from him exactly what he loves the most by trying to get Freddy destroyed. 💀 (definitely not a route I think Cassie would truly dive into but boy ain't it an interesting one none the less! 👀)

It also doubles as a way to free Roxy and the others from Freddy as well!! Two birds one stone!!

However... I've never heard the saying 'paying in the same coin' so I'm not entirely sure what it means, but I can take a pretty good guess. Not to be contrarian but what makes you think destroying Freddy wouldn't be doing the same thing Gregory did? He destroyed Roxy, Chica and Monty, and it was his voice telling him to deactivate Roxy for good to come and save him. After shutting her down, and her coming back to throw herself at Mimic for Cassie, Gregory tried to make it all for nothing by dropping her.

All of Roxy's damage falls on his shoulders, both before and after Cassie came into the picture. He didn't even care, did he? And neither did Freddy so really, this is the best vengeance she can hope for. She deals with the animatronic that Roxy keeps saying she'll kill if she ever sees him again, and hits Gregory where it really fucking hurts. Two revenge plans one stone!

And you're so right, Cassie would probably not go down that road... But ya know she might at least be a little tempted given Roxy's aggression over it. She keeps giving her ideas damn it she doesn't want them!!! Roxy can take them and do whatever she wants with them, Cassie doesn't wanna do it!!! And it works out cause Roxy doesn't have the fucking balls to go all the way with a murder plan anyway so no one gets hurt!!!

I guess that's a lose lose scenario ngl though...

This reminds me of a scenario I had the idea for a little bit ago when we were last talking about this stuff! (That got a bit long here so I'll add a read more for convenience)

The idea is that Vanessa, Gregory and Freddy return as quick as they can to try and save Cassie and instead find Roxy, once again guarding the door, Mini swarm in the shadows around them. She's obviously more damaged than before so it's a bit more difficult, but she's doing her best not to fall off the barriers she's stood on over the door and I've just had the idea of Minis holding onto her in the dark like training wheels. Aside from them, she's completely alone.

Vanessa talking is a shock to her and she's beyond happy to hear she's okay and most importantly, was freed. Surprisingly touched by her running to help her too... Just fucking snaps at Gregory and Freddy to shut the fuck up whenever they say anything cause she doesn't give a flying shit what they have to say. Vanessa hurries though, asking how she got away from that thing down there and tells her that Gregory's friend Cassie was down there too, what happened??

Yeah uh. Roxy says nothing for a while and Gregory gets impatient and tries to run at the door. The Minis grab him and the swarm just kinda take him away, literally up the fucking wall and take some pictures with an old Fazcam so Roxy can see it later lmao she's actually devastated she can't see this happening right now. Anyway, Roxy's like "what do you THINK happened?" and since she won't say anything else, they naturally, assume the fucking worst. She doesn't correct them or say another word. Just tells Freddy and Gregory that they've done enough fucking damage and to get out before she throws them out...

Oh yeah Gregory is fucking pissed. Why didn't she save her?! Why is Roxy out here when Cassie isn't?! What kind of useless animatronic is she that she couldn't save one kid?! What, is she only good at killing kids?! Is that it?! He's so fucking mad and Roxy just lets him rant and rave, the Minis stopping him for her every time he makes a run at the door until Freddy takes him away. He says he's disappointed in her, but that he's not surprised and that makes her seethe but she doesn't say anything until she hears Vanessa leaving. She stops her and when they're alone, she tells Vanessa the truth.

Cassie is in bad shape. Mimic is dead and they barely made it out, but her dad took her to hospital a little before they got here. Vanessa - who was in tears already - is so fucking relieved, but then asks why Roxy didn't say anything earlier. She tells her the truth as she knows it. That Cassie was here trying to save him. That Mimic lured her here as him, and at the end, Gregory said he couldn't risk being followed, and dropped the fucking lift with Cassie in it.

Now that doesn't make sense to Vanessa. She may not have been there for that last bit but they didn't rush all the way over here for nothing. Roxy can't exactly answer why he'd want to come back here, but she reminds her what he and Freddy did to all of them and points out that this would hardly have been out of the ordinary for him.

And so, you now have a situation where Vanessa doesn't know what to believe. She knows Roxy wouldn't lie about something like that and even if she did, she's a fucking awful liar. But she's clearly angry enough to let him think Cassie is dead and not give a shit... And she says it's to make sure he doesn't try it again so she's also asking Vanessa not to say a word. She can't do that! She can't just let a kid think his friend is dead because of him! ... But she's right in thinking this may not be completely out of the ordinary for him... But he wouldn't do that to someone he would run to the rescue of, right?? Gregory wouldn't do that, she knows him well enough to know that now!!

You see what's happened here? Now Vanessa is in the middle. If she doesn't say a word, Gregory will forever think Cassie got killed trying to save him. If she tells him and it turns out Roxy is right, then what if he tries again?

I feel she'd tell him, but no matter what, Roxy just straight up telling the truth to Vanessa, his current guardian, and not to him would cause so much pain. He could have been there screaming at her and she didn't say a fucking word because in her mind, this is nothing compared to what he's put all of them and Cassie through. And what happens if she does die in hospital?? What then?? She can't lie and say she's fine when she's not anyway!! She doesn't know shit!!

But ya get me with this? It's emotional revenge enacted at the end of Roxy's very long day in the pizzeria graveyard. Minimal effort required, with Vanessa unfortunately in the middle, but Vanessa is always welcome here. Roxy won't blame her for whatever she chooses to do, because at the end of the day, Roxy's done her job. Whether Gregory or Freddy believes it or not, she did her job.

She's really fucking glad she couldn't see his reaction though, she wouldn't have been able to keep her mouth shut if she had. Like most of the others, she can't bare to see a kid in genuine pain and she knows damn well how much her silence caused...

But yeah, you just got me thinking about that again. It's a spur of the moment thing for Roxy, inspired partly by the fact she's not good with words and doesn't really know how to approach this anyway. It's been a long day and her lack of words just turned into this and she's not even a little bit sorry. I think Cassie would appreciate the sentiment of keeping her safe from a second attempt on her life. And feel a bit bad that she takes some satisfaction in hearing how devastated Gregory was over it...

The picture of him being held from his ankles on the ceiling by the Minis is pretty good revenge too. They're proud of that one lmao

[clickityweasel]

made and destroyed a friendship at work today

[gentlenotes-moved]

i remember quite a long time ago when i was like 8 and i was at my grandma's house crying about something small and i was so confused why i was so upset about it. my grandma said "well, you might be angry about a lot of things right now, and it's all building up" and i sat there thinking that that was the most idiotic thing i've ever heard. but like. 10 years later and i'm in the exact situation she was describing.

[thethingything]

I'm fatigued, my back hurts, I accidentally spent like 3 hours sat downstairs in a chair that made our back feel worse because our executive dysfunction prevented me getting up and going back upstairs even though I only went down there to get one thing, and now I really need to lay down but if I accidentally fall asleep again I feel like I'll wake up, realise I fell asleep and also that I feel like I wasted a big chunk of the day, and I'll end up feeling even worse again

[miodiodavinci]

you ever end up typing a rant in the tags so long tumblr physically cuts you off and the post publishes with probably only 1/3rd of the tags