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softsunnyy · 2 months ago

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jack and quinn convincing luke’s innocent gf that she needs their help to learn how to please luke…otherwise he’s going to leave her…and she doesn’t want that right?

well… i think i went a little too far, this is... a lot

this is also written for my sweet @kawhh, who i hope feels better with these 5.7k words.

and my sweet @ruinix, who knows how long it took me to write this

🚨 threesome, oral sex, slapping (face and ass), swallowing cum, cumming on your body, cumming inside you, both at the same damn time and separately, crying, cheating, manipulation, she's too exhausted, but it's all consensual, being fucked stupid, she was a virgin, anal sex, use of babe/baby, idk how many times it says cock/dick and their names 🚨

y´all know, poorly written!!

when Luke confesses that he and you haven't had sex yet, Quinn and Jack react; something inside them goes off. Like an alarm... or the call of an opportunity.

when they hear that you're a virgin, that you're terrified of not being good enough for him and that's why he's waiting and giving you time, it´s like everything is clear. They know what they have to do, and the way they look at each other is enough to know they want the same thing.

they want you.

so when Luke leaves the house, ready to meet up with his friends, they know you'll be alone at home and Jack is the one who texts you.

it surprises you, of course it does, but it makes you anxious to read that he and Quinn wants to talk to you.

did something bad happen? you wonder.

they barely give you time to change your clothes when they get to your house. They texted you when you were ready for your nighttime routine, and now? now you're walking around the house barefoot, in a tank top and your panties, along with your pajama shorts. You prayed your nipples wouldn't show through the shirt, because that would be embarrassing.

when you open the door for them, you can't identify the hungry look in their eyes, and you let yourself be fooled by their small smiles, which relax you a little. Of course, you miss how their eyes took the opportunity to glance at your tits, or how, when you turned to lead them inside, their eyes quickly scanned your entire body.

they were being primitive. It's like all they could think about was that woman.

but is that so bad?

you invite them to sit and they do, leaving a space between them for you to sit, their legs brushing against yours, sharing a bit of their warmth with you, since your legs had gotten a little chilly from the cold when you opened the door.

you offered them something to drink, even something to eat, but they insisted on being fine, so you tried to find out how they were, to find out why they needed to talk to you so urgently.

"is everything okay? you scared me a little with that text," you admitted, looking at Jack for a moment. He smiled, resting one of his hands on your thigh.

"we're just worried. We wanted to know if you were okay," he said, which confused you, making you frown.

"me? why?" you tilted your head, still not paying attention to his hand on your skin, gripping your thigh like it belonged there.

"well, we saw Luke before he went out with his friends, and for a moment, we thought things were kinda bad between you two," Quinn chimed in, and this time you looked up at him, feeling a little small under his gaze, as always. "He looked frustrated, the kind of frustration your girlfriend usually helps you forget, if you know what i mean," he clarified, and you thought about it for a moment, blushing in understanding, quickly looking down and playing with the edges of your shorts.

"did he say anything about me?" you asked, feeling a pit in your stomach, anxiety at the thought that maybe there's a problem and you hadn't realized it.

"nothing too important, but we thought maybe something had happened." Jack's hand stroked your thigh comfortingly, and Quinn's arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You know, we don't want anything to happen. We like you, and we don't want you two to separate. He seems better with you."

there's a tension you can't quite recognize, making you swallow hard, your body tensing, your skin prickling with goosebumps, your instincts on edge.

"do you think i should talk to him? maybe there's something i didn't realize," you say, trying to ignore what you're feeling. Jack's hand moved up just a little.

"well, i think he'd appreciate it more if you surprised him. It would help him get rid of the frustration," Jack said, to which your cheeks flushed even more, embarrassment clouding your mind.

"well... we didn't, we didn't..." you started to say, moving one of your hands as you spoke, trying to make it clear without having to say it. Quinn smiled at that fact, but tried not to let you see it.

"really?" Jack's tone was intense, laced with false surprise that made you feel even smaller and more embarrassed.

"is it because of him?" Quinn chimed in this time, to which you quickly shook your head.

"no, it's me. I've never... done it, and i'm afraid of not being enough for him," you sighed. You never thought that one day you'd be confessing this to your boyfriend's brothers.

"i don't think you could be bad at it," Quinn replied, caressing one of your arms, while Jack's hand moved up your thigh, getting closer and closer to his goal.

"but it's true that he seems to need it," Jack said, looking at you with false sympathy, like he was telling you the revelation you needed. "You know... sometimes you need it too much, and it can be frustrating when you can't have it."

"but he said he'd wait." A pout formed on your lips.

"yeah, well, you don't normally say something that cruel, baby." Quinn lowered his hand down your back, placing it just above your ass.

they can see your desperation, your fear, in your face, and they know they have you where they want you.

"what else can i do?" your voice was small, and you placed your hand on top of Jack's, looking for comfort, affirmation, an answer that would help you be a good girlfriend and stop letting your sweet boy down.

"well, we can help you," Jack replied, squeezing your thigh, confusing you, making you frown.

"what?"

"it sounds horrible, i know, but we know Luke's story. He's told us every single one of his experiences, what he liked, what he didn't like. We can help you."

now you know what they're talking about, and a huge guilt immediately settles in your chest. You want to give yourself to Luke, but you're too terrified of being horrible and that he'll decide to leave you because he can't get what he wants.

"will you let us help you? he'll be delighted, drooling at how good you are," Jack continued, this time his face closer to yours, increasing the tension, making you nervous. Your legs unconsciously tried to close, but his hand on your thigh prevented it. It was then that you noticed how close he was to your pussy, making you swallow with difficulty.

"i don't want to cheat on him, he..."

"he won't know. We're his brothers helping you with a surprise. It's the least we can do," Quinn interrupted you, his hand so close to your ass it's starting to feel overwhelming.

they know you're hesitating, but they also know their words and touches are confusing you, and all it takes is a little push for you to give in. That's when Jack decides to take a chance, using his free hand, placing it on your cheek, caressing it, bringing your face closer to his until his mouth met yours.

you whimpered against his lips, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. You kissed back, your mind clouded. Quinn's hands traveled slowly to touch your tits over your shirt, massaging them, playing with your nipples, which were now visible through the fabric, hard and sensitive.

your back arches as he continues to stimulate them, and your hand leaves Jack's to go to his hair, tangling your fingers in it, gently tugging at it as you tried to keep up with him.

Jack kisses different than Luke; he doesn't have that usual love, but he's still gentle, patient. You know he's in charge, but it doesn't bother you.

Quinn works on your shirt, leaving your tits free, your hard nipples catching the cold air, making you moan against Jack's lips. Quinn plays with one of your tits, but his other hand moves down to your shorts. You wanted to close your legs, but the hand on your thighs prevented it, even opening them a little more.

Quinn's hand touched you first, feeling the heat emanating from your pussy, and began to rub it, making your hips move unconsciously, seeking more friction. It was then that Jack pulled away from your mouth, looking into your eyes, knowing you'd already fallen.

"are you gonna let us help you?" he murmured, close to your face, and you thought about it for a moment, trying to think of the positive side, that you would learn and be the best you could be for Luke. Thinking that at least they´re his brothers.

when you nodded, Jack asked again, wanting to hear your words before continuing. Quinn stopped touching your pussy, equally attentive.

"yes... please, help me," you said, loud enough for both of them to hear.

they both move away from your body, which confuses you, but then Quinn signals for you to stand up, so you do. You finish removing your shirt, leaving it aside.

"kneel in front of us. You're gonna learn how to suffocate on two cocks." Your cheeks turn red again when Jack tells you this, but you obey, getting on your knees, watching as they sat a little closer and pulled down their pants, leaving them only in their underwear.

"you have to finish hardening them. You can touch, kiss, but make sure our cocks are hard before you take them out," Jack ordered, and you tried to follow his instruction. You brought your face down to Quinn's cock, leaving small, wet kisses, feeling how warm his skin is even through the fabric. Your hand went to Jack's bulge, stroking it, rubbing it, leaving small squeezes.

your mouth opened slightly, and you licked the length of it, then kissed again, drawing a gasp from him. Jack placed his hand over yours, guiding you, helping you squeeze his cock just right.

you continued touching them, alternating, placing kisses on Jack's cock and stroking Quinn's. And you could feel how hard they were.

when it was enough, Jack stopped you. "Now take off my underwear." you did as he ordered, pulling down his underwear with his help, watching as his cock rise, proud, veiny, completely hard. Almost instinctively, you leaned in, licking from the base to the tip, then placing a kiss there, drawing a groan from him that was much louder than the previous ones.

"don't forget about me, babe." Quinn caught your attention, and embarrassed, you moved over to him, scraping your knees more. When you removed his underwear, you repeated the process, wanting both to feel equally pleased. He smirked at this, and his hand slapped your face gently, as if to say "good dog." And that made your pussy a little wetter, causing you to try to rub yourself against the floor, looking pathetic and desperate in his eyes.

"come on, you have to keep going," Quinn teased you, to which you nodded, taking his cock in one of your hands, jerking him off slowly. "Put it in your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed, opening your lips and trying to swallow him completely, which clearly didn't work, causing you to gag and have to pull out, coughing. He laughed at you.

"careful, you can go slow. Remember, we're teaching you," Jack reminded you, so you decided to try again, this time going slower, pushing his cock in inch by inch until you reached your limit. "Good girl," he congratulated you, making you feel strangely proud. "Now move your head, suck, lick. Try to jerk off what doesn't go in, you know how to do it." And that's what you did, trying to do it properly. Quinn helped you by putting a hand in your hair, guiding you to move your head up and down at a faster pace, starting to abuse your throat. Little by little, he began to ignore your moans and your gagging, and he can see you moving your hand to Jack, jerking him off to keep paying attention to him, squeezing him like he'd told you.

strings of your drool trickled down Quinn's cock, and your gagging was now a little more under control. You were getting better at swallowing his cock, and he could cum just from the sight.

"doing so good for me" he complimented you, moving his hips, thrusting into your mouth, making you choke for a moment. After that, you had to pull away, gasping for air, feeling it burn in your lungs, and then you moved, scraping your knees to get closer to Jack, who was waiting for you with a smile.

you swallowed his cock like you were already an expert, bringing your hand to Quinn's dick, spreading your drool all over it as you sucked the cock into your mouth. The sensation clouds your mind; you feel addicted. It feels so good you could hold them in your mouth all day, their full weight on your tongue, destroying your throat, making you choke and gag.

you moved more fiercely, and Jack moaned your name, delighted. Without realizing it, you began to masturbate Quinn a little more vigorously, making his cock throb under your hand, desperately wanting to cum.

"are you gonna swallow it?" Jack looked at you, and you could only stare back at him, your eyes glazed over, your mouth full. "Of course you will, you're gonna be a good girl for me," he said, agitated, and you wanted to nod, tell him that you would be, but you could only let him move his hips, taking his entire cock in, fucking your throat like you could take it, making tears stream down your face and the air stop going to your lungs. Your face starts to turn red and long, thick strips of cum start to fill your tongue, running down your throat as you do your best to swallow without choking.

when he finished cumming, he pulled his cock out of you, and you were able to swallow the rest calmly, sticking out your tongue to show him you obeyed him. He smiled at you, and you were able to move to Quinn, now devouring his cock, desperate to make him cum, to make his dick fill your throat with his fluids. You need it, you want it. Quinn feels overstimulated, moaning at how well you're doing, and that's when he cums, filling your mouth, making you moan with satisfaction, too cockdrunk to think about anything else.

you swallowed everything as you rubbed your pussy against the floor again, leaving a wet patch on both your clothes and the floor. You showed him your tongue so he knew you were good.

"good girl," he complimented you, to which you smiled, feeling warmth in your chest and an overwhelming need to keep receiving their compliments.

"now i want you face down, ass up," Jack ordered, and you nodded. They got up from the couch to give you space, and you settled in. Quinn stood behind you, while Jack stood in front of you, his cock close to your face. "He'll be gentle... or he'll try," he told you, referring to his older brother. In response, Quinn slapped your ass a bit hard, making you moan in surprise, though instead of pushing you away, your pussy only got wetter.

Quinn took off your shorts, seeing the huge wet patch on your panties. It was big; it made him smile.

Jack motioned for you to start touching his cock, so you did, taking him in your hand again, masturbating slowly this time, not knowing what to expect from Quinn. Behind you, he leaned down and began licking your pussy through your clothes, wandering over your folds and touching your clit, tasting you even through your panties, and smelling your arousal, feeling dizzy. You moaned loudly, surprised, feeling the fabric stick to your skin, cold. And the way his beard scraped your skin, irritating it.

Jack slapped you gently to remind you of him, noticing that you'd stopped masturbating him, so you went back to it, wanting to be good. But it's a difficult task when Quinn is devouring your pussy through the fabric, soaking your panties so much that the material is almost transparent. It was then that he broke the fabric, ripping it, opening a gaping hole that gave him access to your pussy. Then he began to devour you directly, sucking on your clit, teasing your hole. Your fluids dripped down his chin, making a mess on his face, and your pussy became increasingly irritated by his beard, making you moan desperately, so loud that Jack decided to silence you by shoving his cock into your mouth. Your noises vibrated against its length.

Quinn uses one of his hands to part your folds and spits on your hole, watching as his drool ran down the middle and reached your clit. It's wild, disgusting, but he loves it, so he slaps your pussy a couple of times with his hand, spreading his drool, making your juices squirt, overstimulating your pussy. You try to move closer to his face, but you can't.

Jack places two hands in your hair, gripping you tightly, holding you still in place, slowly fucking your throat, feeling his cock slowly harden again.

Quinn decides to put one of his fingers into your tight hole, and fat, hot tears run down your cheeks. Your walls stretch, molding to his finger. And he moves it in and out, exploring, getting to know your insides, feeling how tight you are.

you're going to suffocate his cock. Maybe even break in two with how tight you are. The thought alone drives him crazy, and he decides not to wait, putting another finger inside you, moving them faster, helping himself with your fluids, trying to prepare you for him and for Jack.

his brother tries to keep the pace slow, but it's hard when you're sucking him like that, like a goddess, covering his cock with drool, swallowing him like a good whore, like he belongs in your mouth.

Quinn hammers into you with his fingers until he feels you're close to cumming, pulling them out, listening to you moan with your mouth full, drawing a laugh from him. "You have nothing to complain about," he mocked. With his hands, he spread your ass, staring at your hole. He spit again, watching some of his drool enter your newly stretched hole.

the image alone could make him cum.

finally, he takes his cock, guiding it to your pussy, rubbing it between your folds. Inside, you feel a little panicked, though it's not much considering your foggy mind and the way Jack is fucking your throat.

Quinn stars to slowly put his dick into your hole, moving all the way in. You moan, feeling some pain, though not as much as you expected. His cock feels huge inside you, it's like he's everywhere. And he's hitting something sensitive, a spot inside you that makes your legs want to close. Your moans are so loud that Jack can't resist and he starts moving faster, using his hands in your hair to support himself, fucking your throat at a pace that almost takes your breath away.

Quinn decides to wait for you to relax a little, feeling suffocated by how hard you're squeezing him. But Jack? Jack hears your gags, feels your drool falling down his thighs, staining your chin, the couch, everything. Your throat burns, stings like never before, and you feel like after this you'll be unable to speak.

Quinn left soft caresses on your hip, trying to relax you until he felt you loosen a little. Then he began to move, in and out of you slowly, trying to get you used to the feeling, trying not to hurt you.

his cock slides in and out of you, making an obscene sound thanks to how soaked you are.

Jack feels on the edge, but decides to slow down, pulling out of your mouth, using his cock to slap your cheek, smearing you with your drool, making you feel his dick against your face. And you rub yourself, kissing the base, moaning heavily.

Quinn begins to move faster, giving in to his desires, and you can feel him going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your walls to his size, taking possession of your first time, of your pussy, marking his name deep inside you.

he moves fast, intense, making a mess of your pussy, irritating the skin of your ass. And he starts to lose control, slapping your ass over and over again, watching your skin turn bright red and wild, with the shape of his hands.

his cock slams so hard inside you that you feel like you're going to break, it's like he's tearing you apart. There's no way this can be healthy. You cry, and your tears reach Jack's cock, which throbs against your face, holding back his desire to cum at the sight before him.

you feel a pressure in your lower abdomen, an overwhelming need to release, and it´s like you can't resist. And you try to warn Quinn, but he feels it in your walls, which are spasming just like your legs. Your hole tightened again, making it almost impossible to move inside you, but he kept at it. Your orgasm was so strong that for a moment you saw black, your body lost strength, and between the two of them, they had to hold you while you made a mess of Quinn's cock.

he had to pull out of you, cumming in your ass, staining your panties, making his cum burn on your irritated skin.

and you thought they were over, so you closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing and calm your heartbeat. Your legs ache, your ass hurts, and you feel like talking will be the worst torture.

that's when you feel movement around you, and you decide to open your eyes to see what's happening.

in front of you now stands Quinn, and your eyes widen in panic when you realize Jack has taken his place behind you.

"what? you thought you were only going to learn from me?" Quinn mocked.

Jack didn't try to stretch you or help you at all, knowing you were already ready for him. So he took his cock in his hand. His tip was red, hangry. He thrust inside you in one motion, and you whimpered, feeling overly sensitive, a huge tingle inside you.

Quinn leaned down a little, and with both hands, lifted your face so he could lean in close and kiss you. It's the first time he's kissed you, and he'll use it to distract you, so Jack can start without feeling guilty.

Quinn is possessive, his mouth seems to claim yours, and he feels so good that you try to keep kissing him.

he's different from Luke and Jack; he's like a drug.

Jack begins to move, not too fast, not too slow, watching in awe as his cock slides in and out of you, stretching your pussy, molding it to his size this time. And your pussy swallows him, receiving him like it belongs there, like you should always have his cock buried inside you.

when the kiss between you and Quinn starts to get out of hand, Jack starts moving faster, harder, and you moan against the Quinn's mouth, feeling how deep Jack's cock is touching you.

Quinn moves one of his hands to your tits and begins to play with your nipple, increasing your overstimulation, making it so that you can't continue the kiss without feeling like it's too much.

Jack puts his hands on your hips so he can move harder, and his grip is so tight it starts to leave bruises, bruises that will later turn into violent colors, reminding you of what you did, just as much as the painted hands on your ass. And the thought makes him moan, hammering inside you, feeling how he wants to come, and considering doing it inside you, inside your clenching walls.

and you don't even see it coming; you're so overstimulated that you don't even recognize the urge to cum, so it just happens, making another mess with your fluids, creating a small pool on the couch. And for Jack, it's almost irresistible. He wants to last longer, but playing with your mouth had sent him over the edge, so he pulls out of you just in time, staining your pussy, watching as your cum stains your inner thighs and folds. Some also fell onto the couch, along with your fluids.

they give you a second to breathe, because they know you need it, but when they feel you calmer, they move again, and Quinn starts moving your body, lifting you slightly so Jack could get under you, then you on top, sitting almost on his cock.

"what?" you said, your voice hoarse and broken, and suddenly feeling terrified. Your body can't take another round. It'll break. That's what you thought.

"relax, we'll be careful," Jack promised, though that didn't make you feel any calmer.

“no... no, i can’t do it again…” you tried to protest, but Quin made you lift up a little, and Jack aligned his cock with your hole, inserting the tip carefully. Quinn helped you go down, and you can’t believe how much he feels even deeper now, hitting your cervix, destroying you. Your eyes are sore from all the crying, so it hurts when you want to whimper again. Your throat aches with every moan, and your legs are numb. Still, you try to please him, moving back and forth, in circles, whatever, just trying to move with what little strength you have left. You can feel him getting harder and harder inside you with every movement, but before you can move any more desperately, his hands find your waist, signaling that you could go up and down. Your legs are shaking with each lift, but it's starting to feel good, so you ignore it, placing your hands on Jack's abdomen, feeling his cock slide deeper inside you.

Quinn, from behind, puts some pressure on your back, causing you to almost lie on Jack's chest. You want to ask, but you feel him start to tear your poor panties even further, beginning to rub against your other hole. Your eyes widen, but you don't even have the strength to protest, to beg him for mercy. You just let him do whatever he wants with your body, and he notices, so he keeps rubbing, using both of your fluids, trying to get you to relax. Jack beneath you begins to move his hips, helping you move with the new position, and the combined stimulation makes you turn your head to the side, looking at Quinn and nodding to him.

he smiles and slowly inserts a finger all the way inside. It feels weird, different, and you can't tell if you like it. But Quinn starts moving his finger, sliding in and out, helping you get used to it while Jack keeps moving inside your pussy, leaving you with no time to think about the pain or discomfort. It's overwhelming, but you let them continue.

Quinn insert another finger and he moves them faster, it's easier. He knows that with how tight you are, you might need another one, so he keeps preparing you, grateful that Jack is helping you cloud your mind.

you whimper, feeling so open and exposed. So dirty. You scold yourself for resisting the idea, for refusing to feel something as pleasurable as this. And you wonder if with more experience this would be even better, if you'd have more stamina to last more rounds, for more fun.

when Quinn senses you're ready, he pulls his fingers out of you, and you pout, slightly disappointed. It doesn't last long, though, as you soon feel his tip pushing its way inside your hole, entering slowly, even more gently than he had in your pussy. Jack stopped to still your body, and you moaned loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper.

it hurts, and you want to tell him, but you can only whimper and stare at Jack with glassy eyes. He understands, so he places his lips on yours, trying to distract you. His hands grip your waist, and he helps you move slowly, helping both cocks move inside you.

you've never felt so full, so used.

you were being a whore for them.

Quinn matches your movements, sliding in and out of you, abusing your ass, moving harder and harder, noticing how your moans begin to die in his brother's mouth, and how your body begins to relax. He feels he's in control again, and it drives him crazy. He's taking another first time, taking over another of your holes, and he knows that every time you want to think about the first man to shove his cock deep inside you, you'll have to think about him and how good he made you feel.

they move fast, intense. The place smells strongly of you, of sex, of this guilty union. Along with the scent of your arousal. It's addictive, like a drug.

you feel that knot inside you again, faster than the other times, and you're embarrassed, but you're so open and so tight that you can't resist, cumming just when the fun was just beginning. And you're suffocating their cocks, so much that Jack pulls away from you a little to moan, throwing his head back.

almost instinctively, you lean in, leaving wet kisses on his neck, even daring to lick, bite, suck. You don't know why, but you needed to do it, needed to leave your mark on both of them. Something possessive inside you ignited when you saw the possibility.

the movement of you leaning in made Quinn slide out of you a little, and suddenly a thought came to his mind, something different that might hurt you a little at first. But he can't help it, not now.

he pulls his cock out of your ass completely, but before you can complain, his tip touches your filled hole. Jack feels it, but decides not to say anything, just lets it continue. He knows what's coming. And he yearns for it just the same.

when they decided to use you, to come to your house and corrupt your body and mind completely, they agreed they'd try as many things as they could, as long as you'd let them. So he's not going to refuse. Not when it means this will make you even more addicted to them. You won't be able to forget them, to let them go. No matter how many times you're with Luke after this, it'll never feel like that first time, when you let his brothers mark their names deep inside you, getting used to their rhythms, sizes. To their fun.

you feel pain when Quinn begins to push into your pussy. It's like your walls are tearing apart, letting yourself be filled even more, following Jack's cock, forgetting that it's your first time, that your body is exhausted, that you've come so many times that your body is completely sensitive.

and yet, you let him continue.

with difficulty, he moves as deep as he can, and they give you a moment to breathe, to adjust, until you begin to move on your own, trying to feel them deeper, sliding in, filling you. You're dizzy, and they move, making you feel broken, to the edge.

the way your walls suffocate them makes it hard to go faster, but little by little, Jack picks up a little more pace, and then Quinn is the one who moves harder. They feel their cocks together, taking ownership, fighting for space, to be the one who makes you cum one last time.

the way they look and touch your body is obsessive.

Quinn's hands went to your breasts, and your body lifted a little, detaching yourself from Jack, allowing him to play with your tits, squeezing them, massaging them, letting them bounce with the movements. And his face went to your shoulder, biting, leaving his mark, and making his beard irritate your skin.

Jack was mesmerized by the way you move, how your body looks completely used, exhausted. He wants to see you like this forever, like his personal whore.

he wants to use you whenever he wants. Arriving at your house when he knows Luke won't be there, taking the opportunity to show you more things, to get you used to his favorite poses, his favorite rhythm.

he wants you to be able to think of no one else after this.

and soon you feel the urge to cum, doing it intensely. This time, though, they did too. And you expected them to burst out of you like the previous times, but you can't deny how good it felt when thick, white loads filled your insides. Their cum stained your gummy walls, filling you up. And they didn't move from inside you for a while. Everyone tried to calm their breathing, taking in everything that just happened.

and you wanna feel guilty, but you can't, not when you feel this good, when all you can do is smile and curl up in Jack's body, wishing they'd take care of you, treat you well, make you feel this good all the time.

and they know they did a good job, that they fulfilled their mission, so they sigh, satisfied.

although... maybe they'll have to train you a little more, just to be safe, to make sure you're even better. You know.

from now on, Luke may have to share you, because his brothers can't seem to leave your body, to stop using you. And you won't be able to forget them, not after this.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Do you have any advice on how to write characters doing things while talking? Not just body language, but actual scenes, like playing games or (my default) eating

Writing Tips: Mixing Action & Dialogue

Striking a Balance

There are no hard-and-fast rules about when and when not to blend dialogue, action, and narrative.

To weave them together well is to find your story's rhythm.

But there are a few questions you can ask yourself about your story, especially in the rewrite stage, that can help you know which elements are most effective for a particular scene, and which might be better used elsewhere.

Ask yourself:

Is the story moving a little too slowly, and do I need to speed things up? (Use dialogue.)

Is it time to give the reader some background on the characters so they're more sympathetic? (Use narrative, dialogue, or a combination of the two.)

Do I have too many dialogue scenes in a row? (Use action or narrative.)

Are my characters constantly confiding in others about things they should only be pondering in their minds? (Use narrative.)

Likewise, are my characters alone in their heads when my characters in conversation would be more effective and lively? (Use dialogue.)

Is my story top-heavy in any way at all—too much dialogue, too much narrative, or too much action? (Insert more of the elements that are missing.)

Are my characters providing too many background details as they're talking to each other? (Use narrative.)

Whether we're using dialogue, action, or narrative to move the story forward, any or all 3 of these elements are doing double duty by revealing our characters' motives.

Your story's dialogue can reveal motive in a way that's natural and authentic because whether we're aware of it or not, we reveal our own motives all the time in our everyday lives.

And to understand a character's motive is to understand the character.

Action Beats - the descriptions of the expressions, movements, or even internal thoughts that accompany the speaker’s words.

They’re always included in the same paragraph as the dialogue, so as to indicate that the person acting is also the person speaking.

On a technical level, action beats keep your writing varied, manage the pace of a dialogue-heavy scene, and break up the long list of lines ending in ‘he said’ or ‘she said’.

But on a character level, action beats are even more important because they can go a level deeper than dialogue and illustrate a character’s body language.

When we communicate, dialogue only forms a half of how we get across what we want to say.

Body language is that missing half — which is why action beats are so important in visualizing a conversation, and can help you “show” rather than “tell” in writing.

Here’s a quick exercise to practice thinking about body language in the context of dialogue:

Imagine a short scene, where you are witnessing a conversation between two people from the opposite side of a restaurant or café. Because it’s noisy and you can’t hear what they are saying, describe the conversation through the use of body language only.

Remember, at the end of the day, action beats and spoken dialogue are partners in crime.

Examples

From Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go, which highlights the power of interspersing action beats within dialogue:

“Tommy,” I said, quite sternly. “There’s mud all over your shirt.” “So what?” he mumbled. But even as he said this, he looked down and noticed the brown specks, and only just stopped himself crying out in alarm. Then I saw the surprise register on his face that I should know about his feelings for the polo shirt. “It’s nothing to worry about.” I said, before the silence got humiliating for him. “It’ll come off. If you can’t get it off yourself, just take it to Miss Jody.” He went on examining his shirt, then said grumpily, “It’s nothing to do with you anyway.”

Using a beat to interrupt the flow of dialogue:

“I love to write books!” John sat at the keyboard and cracked his knuckles. “But I don't like editing them as much.”

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Choose which of these writing tips from the above sources work for your story. Hope this helps with your writing!

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 1 year ago

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enter sandman - m. murdock

a/n: see me personally? never seeing the pearly gates. never ever. not after this one . enjoy. feedback always appreciated ! <3 warnings: guys... where do i fucking start. SMUT. SMUT!!!! GRAPHIC PORN!!!! no plot!!!! degradation!!! dumbification!!!! praise!!!! oral!!! (m recieving) cursing!!!! nicknames!!!! reader is female and has female parts and she/her pronouns!!!!! matt is cocky, mean!dom!matt, the ending is kind of cute, lots of inappropriate use of matts senses, uhhh guys let me know if i missed any because... wow. word count: 4.2k summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"

You have a horrible habit. Okay, you wouldn’t really consider it to be a habit per say, but you’re not proud of it. You will for it to end.

You can never seem to fall asleep. Staying asleep is easy, but getting there is a problem. Your mind is always racing, which causes you to spiral into a whirlpool of anxieties. You’re too busy thinking about your job, or what you’ll eat tomorrow, or when you’ll be doing your next load of laundry.

But most of all, what keeps you up at night is worrying about the devil. And not in the sense that you’re a holy catholic who wants to repent for her sins, either. Your worry for the devil comes because you’re hopelessly in love with him.

And you worry that one day he will come home damaged beyond repair. Maybe one day he will not come home at all, and you’ll have to hear about it on the news the next morning. It’s a hellish existence, loving the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but you make do.

Like tonight—You had baked brownies earlier in the night, and then read your book for the better part of the night. You won’t allow yourself to fall asleep because the possibility of seeing him overwhelms you. But as the hours pass, you begin to lose hope.

And just as you you’re beginning to accept that he won’t be coming to see you and you’re really letting yourself drift, you feel a warm hand on your neck. He’s taken his gloves off tonight. You consider yourself blessed.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, your brain going all fuzzy with even just that bit of contact. You’ve missed him. “Was beginning to think you’d never show.”

But your devil is in no mood for simple pleasantries tonight.

“What have I told you about waiting up for me?”

“Not to?”

“I said,” His hand moves from its gentle place against your neck to grip your chin, “As long as you leave the window open I’ll know to just come in and take what I need.”

Your face flushes, and he grins, because he can tell that he’s making you flustered.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“No one’s laughing at you, sweetheart.” He hums.

“You are.” He shrugs gently. He’s wearing his black suit tonight, and it’s making you feel… a lot of things.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Damn him.

“Nothing!”

He leans forward and kisses you softly, and you lean up to try and kiss him further, but he pulls away, his grip returning to your chin, to keep you just centimeters away. The devil is an expert at reading you, despite his lack of sight. He has developed the habit of studying you, and knows that as of late, you’re not allowing yourself the pleasure of sleeping. He knows it’s because you’re so anxious and worried about every little thing, so tonight.. He intends to fix it. Or at least, maybe come up with a temporary solution.

“Liar.” He whispers and moves away further. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me.”

Your devil is many things, but he does not bluff. He has this will of steel.

“I prefer it when you wear the black suit,” You tell him, “It’s not very protective, I know. But you look good in it.”

He makes a noise of realization, before moving his hand to slip under the hem of your shirt, resting his hand on your stomach. You shiver a bit, his hand warm against your skin. That’s what you get for wearing a tee shirt and shorts to bed every night, he’d tell you.

“That’s my smart girl.” Your heart flutters. “Mm, you really like that huh?”

“You’re awful.” You always pretend to hate how he reads you, but secretly, although you suspect he knows it, you love that someone knows you so well. He grins and his hands move again, this time picking you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “Hey! Not cool, we talked about picking up when we have no warning—” You cut yourself off with a grunt when he tosses you onto the bed.

“Shut up.”

He hears no objections.

Just as quickly as you’re thrown on the bed, he is above you, mask still on, kissing your neck.

“Wanna play a game, sweetheart?” He asks, hands on your hips, his fingers creeping up the hem of your shirt. You shiver again, and he just grins “You can answer.”

“Sure. I like games.” Your voice is meek, too busy enjoying all the contact with him. He hums softly.

“I know you do, and you’re just so good at them.” You grin against his skin as he kisses your cheek. “See that? That’s what I want to know.” You’re a bit lost.

“Know what?”

“I want to know what turns you on more— praising you or degrading you.”

What a fun game to play with a human lie detector.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s play.” You confirm. He kisses you quickly.

“Good girl.” You hum softly, but it isn’t quite what he’s looking for. It’s good, don’t get him wrong, but he’s after more. “Tell me about your day, baby.” He continues to plant kisses along your skin. You know this isn’t a request but rather a requirement of the game.

“Well, I had work today, then I had to stop at the grocery store. I made dinner and—” You’re cut off by a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, because you can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure.

“What? A few kisses and you’re already turning dumb for me?” You shudder softly, your heartbeat steadily increasing. The deep cadence of his voice paired with his words make you want to just melt. “Oh, there she is..”

He lets go of your arms for just a moment to slip your shirt off. Then, your hands are back above your head, held down by his grip. He moves on from your neck and begins to kiss down.

“I like this game.” You manage out, and he chuckles.

“I know you do. You know how?”

You think about it for a moment before you answer. You want to be right.

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“And I can smell you. You like this a lot. More than you like me?” He continues to kiss down your torso.

You don’t answer for a second. He bites your skin gently, prompting you to answer.

“No.” You answer, “No, I don’t like anything.. anyone more than you.”

He kisses the spot where he bit softly.

“Even smart girls need to be reminded sometimes.” Is all he says before he continues to kiss you. You try to hide it, try to hide your reaction to the words, but he grins against your skin.

“Matt..” you groan out softly because his kisses have stopped.

“What?”

“Why’d you stop?” You whined.

“You’re my smart girl, why don’t you tell me?” You pause, biting your lip. “Is it because you can’t? Do you like being dumb for me, smart girl?” You want to defend yourself, but he bites your skin again.

“Yes!” you respond, and he does the same thing he did before—He kisses where he bit.

“Good girl.” He responds. “I like making you dumb just from a few kisses anyways.” He tells you, finally reaching your stomach with his kisses. “I love my dumb little smart girl.” The cadence he has to his voice makes you whine again. He knows every part of you, even the parts you never wanted to tell him about. He’s just too observant. “I love that despite how well behaved and good you are, you’re dumb enough to be talked down to like this, by some strange man who just crawled through your window.”

You answer before you can think about it. You’re smart enough to know that he’s at least half right.

“You’re not just anyone, you’re my Matt.”

“Your Matt?” He hums. “Your Matt, My ditzy smart girl.” He grins, before placing one last kiss right above the waistline of your shorts.

He moves so he can kiss your lips again, kissing you quick before pulling off his mask so you can see his face. He has a cut on his forehead and a bruise forming on his cheek. It’s clear he had a good night though, or else this wouldn’t be happening.

“Your face..” You frown, concern in your voice.

“Observant and smart?” He teases, kissing your forehead. “What happened to wanting to be dumb for me?”

You’re almost embarrassed of it now.

“You’re being mean.” You say quietly.

“Mean? Me? To my best girl?” He kisses you quickly again. “Never.” He hums. One of his hands goes down to your thigh, his fingertips inching up.

“Never.” You echo.

“What do you say, smart girl?” He asks, “Wanna play a few more games? See just how desperate I can make you?”

You huff at his words, your brain short circuiting to the point where you speak before you can really think.

“I just want you to fuck me!”

He stops just as he’s about to pull off your shorts and slithers back up so the pair of you are face to face.

“First of all,” he places a kiss to your lips gently, “You are not in a position to be making demands, pretty girl. Second,” He kisses you again, “Such a foul mouth for such a dumb baby,” You let off a soft whine, and he has the audacity to mock your whine, “I know, it’s not much of a lecture when you like when I talk to you like this,” He hums. “And third, I know you’re smarter than to be a brat.” He says gently, kissing you again.

“I’m not a brat.” You whine, and again, he mocks you before devolving into a deep chuckle, leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you.” He says, with a grin on his face.

He’s gentle with you for a few moments, softer. You decide that now is your chance, and if you don’t act now, you’ll spend the rest of your night under his thumb. So, you flip over and have him under you, as you sit on his lower stomach. His hands come up to the back of your thighs.

“I’ve got you now, Devil.” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. But before you can, he’s flipping you back over, keeping you pinned by your legs.

“Brat.” he accuses, leaning in to kiss you again. You huff. “Easy, pretty girl, your attitude is getting the best of you.”

You frown and turn your head when he goes to kiss you.

“Tell me I’m not a brat and I’ll kiss you.” You demand, and he grins, but this time it isn’t soft. It’s almost wicked. He grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head towards him, before kissing you roughly.

“What did I tell you?” he asks. “Come on, smart girl, I know you remember.”

“That I was in no position to make demands?”

“That’s right.” He coos, “Now, baby, do you want to hear what I had planned for you tonight?”

You must admit, you’re very curious.

“Sure, Matty.” His grin widens.

“Well, I was planning on playing this little game with you, then eating you out until your thighs are shaking,” You let out a whine, but he just shushes you softly, “Sh, sh, sh… You wanted to hear, so listen.” He hums. “Then, I was going to fuck you until you were full of my cum.” He tells you.

Then, he lets out a disappointed sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That was what I was planning on, but because you decided to be a brat, I have a new plan.”

“I liked that plan so much though..”

“I know, Sweetheart, me too.. But you’re the one who ruined it.” He reminded, leaning in, and biting your jaw between his fingers. His hand positioning is not exactly choking, but the grip is tight enough to leave marks. He feels you grind your hips up a bit, and chuckles again. “Smart girl, already figuring out what’s next.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but before you know it, he’s repositioning you so you’re in his lap at the edge of the bed. He pats your thigh gently.

“Get up for me, Honey. Then you got to take your shorts off for me.” You do as you’re told, no longer interested in fucking up his plans. Then, he pulls you back onto his lap, and he hums gently. You decide to take a risk and bring your hands up to his jaw, and then up towards his mask.

“Please?” You ask gently. “Wanna see you..” He nods softly, letting you pull off his mask, as his head tilts to the side to kiss your palm.

“You remember who’s in charge, right, sweetheart?”

“You, devil.”

“That’s right, angel.” He praises, “And that’s why you’re going to ride my thigh.” You let out a soft whine, and he shakes his head, “No, no whining from you, sweet girl. You wanted to be a brat, so you gotta reap what you sew.”

He holds your hips as you begin to grind against his thigh, and Matt focuses on the way your breathing hitches as you rub against his thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as he begins to kiss your neck again.

Your skin burns with need, and your hips roll faster as your breath speeds up, and slowly, minute by minute, you’re edging closer to your release. But he knows you’re close to coming undone not only because of how your skin is hot, and your breath is airy, but because you’re making such a mess.

You’re definitely staining his pant leg with your wetness, because after his insatiable teasing, you’re just desperate for him, and oh so sensitive. The speed of your grinding increases, and then, because he wants to see you break, he starts to bounce his leg up so that in addition to your grinding, it’s overwhelming you.

“Matt,” you say, breathlessly. “Matt, please..”

“Please what, smart girl? What do you want?” He’s really going to make you ask for it. This is all part of his game.

“Please..” You start, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, can I come?”

“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

Oh, now he’s being a fucking dick. You know he can hear you, with his damned super senses. Nonetheless, you pick your head up and manage to get it out.

“Please let me come,” You beg, and he laughs.

“You know what’s funny, baby?” You let out a whine. “You’re so smart, always holding the world on your shoulders, and yet.. A little bit of teasing and riding my thigh, and you can barely get a sentence out.. You’re being so good for me, baby. So good at following orders,” He bites your neck. “So, go ahead and come for me, sweet girl.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, you’re letting go, the tight knot in your stomach finally snapping. You moan into his ear, his hands on your side to keep you stable as you come undone. He keeps bouncing his leg to have you ride out your high as your legs begin to shake. You’re making all of these pretty noises for him, and the smell of your juices are overwhelming for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, kissing you softly. He’s back to being rather gentle with you. But his cock is incredibly hard against his pants, and he needs to feel you clench around him. “Can my pretty baby ride my cock?” You’re shaking but you nod gently.

He knows you’re verging on the edge of being unable to do much else, but he wants to see how far he can push you. So, he pats your leg again and you stand up. His hands come up to undo your bra and pull off your panties.

He holds them in his hands for a moment, breathing in deeply as your scent continues to overwhelm him. He wastes no more time, pulling off his shirt and then starting to unbuckle his black pants. On instinct, you’re on your knees, with this.. primal desire to suck him off.

He takes a deep breath, his hand going to your hair and pushing your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, smiling softly up at him. He knows how much you like just thoughtless sex—You value long, intimate nights too, but after a long week, you need to shut off your brain and he needs to take control.

“Wanna suck my cock first, baby? You’re so good for me..” He says softly, slipping down his boxers.

“Just wanna be good for you,” You hum, eying his glistening hardness. You can’t deny that he looks truly crafted by the hands of God—Most of his body is glistening with sweat, cock glistening with precum. He is heavenly and the only thing you’ll ever want to worship.

“You’re so good for me. My dumb little smart girl.” The name form earlier makes you weak, as you lean in and begin to lick his tip. His hand grips your hair as he inhales sharply. “Careful, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to guide you in sucking him dry.

His hand guides you as your head bobs against his cock, the taste of him turning your brain further into mush. He makes sure to guide you at a steady pace, moaning out praise, and occasionally degradation.

“So fucking good for me,” He gasps out, “My good little girl.. Sucking my cock so good—Ah, fuck..” He gasps as you quicken your pace. “Sucking me like the little slut you are..” You moan against cock at that, and he gasps, before it devolves into a low chuckle. “And you like it, too.. Being called my little slut.. Good little slut, just for me.. Got you trained so well..” He holds on for a few more moments before he comes into your mouth, panting softly.

His cum dribbles down your chin as you swallow most of it, so his hand comes up to your chin to gently wipe the dribble off before he slips his thumb into your mouth.

“Every last drop for me, angel.” He requests. You happily suck on his thumb for a few moments while he recovers. Then, he leans down and picks you up, resting you on the bed again. “Now you’re gonna ride me, right, pretty?”

“Mhm..” You smile, and as soon as he lays back on the bed, you’re on top of him. His cock slides against your folds and you whine a bit, just desperate for the feeling of him filling you up. “You know how badly I want your cock..” He grins at this.

“You have it, angel. Just gotta ride me, okay?” You hum in response. You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, taking a few minutes to adjust to the size of him. But your slow pace is not quick enough for Matt, whose hands find your hips (for the millionth time tonight) and quickly slides his entire length into you.

You moan loudly, a feeling of pain and pleasure blurring together as he hits just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Matt, fuck,” You whine, wanting to take a second to catch your breath.

“Color?” It’s a safe word system—He knows he might have taken it a tad too far, pushing into you like that.

“Green,” You promise.

“Okay, good.” He leans up and kisses your forehead gently, a sign of the gentleness that resides in his demeanor despite just how into his dominate behavior you are. He begins to roll his hips, and revels in the sound of the pretty screams coming out of your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “I’ve got you fucked dumb, baby? Can’t even ride my cock properly?” He asks, pulling you in to kiss your skin.

“No,” You protest, “I can do it,” It comes out whinier than you wanted it to—Much whinier, but you can’t deny that he’s wrong about that first part. Your brain is blurry in the best way. He hums in approval before gently pushing you away from his lips.

“Prove it, then.” He demands, and his hips are no longer bucking into you. Instead, you shakily begin to bounce against his cock, using his moans and gasps as guidance. His hands grip your thighs as you ride him. “There you go, angel. It’s not too much for you, right?” He hums.

“No!” You protest again, “No, Sir, I can take it,” He grins at the slip of the title. He swats the side of your thigh, rubbing it softly after you yelp, but it quickens your pace. His brain is beginning to fog too, so he knows he wants to get a few more comments out.

“Fucking liar,” he laughs, “Even when your.. fuck..” He gasps, the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelming him. “When you’re bouncing on my cock and moaning for me, you’re still lying..” His one hand travels to play with your clit, rubbing small circles into it. “So,” He takes a deep breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, before picking his head back up. “I’ll ask you again.. Is it too much for you, my ditzy girl?”

Tears prick your eyes, as you will your brain to come up with a comprehensive answer.

“Yes!” You admit, “it’s too much,” You pant, but because you don’t say ‘red’ he keeps going.

“Aw, I know, honey,” He plants a soft kiss to your lips, the hand that isn’t rubbing circles into your clit coming up to brush sweaty hair from your face. “But you can take it. Come on, sweet thing, I know..” He hums. “Come for me, baby..”

And you do—You come hard, your vision going white for a fraction of a second as you let out these angelic noises. He doesn’t give a damn about noise complaints right now, all he can focus on is the smell of your sweat, your cum, and your pretty little noises.

You continue to rock your hips, wanting to feel his cum fill you up. And after a few more minutes, your wish comes true, as he grips your hip tightly with one hand as he comes deep inside you, as you roll your hips just a few more times, riding the last waves of a euphoric high.

His chest is heaving as you slump down against his chest. The pair of you are sweating, but he still looks so beautiful like this. His cock still fills you, his cum deep within you. His hand gently runs up and down your back,

“How’s my sweet girl doing..?” He’s afraid he went too far with you, hoping his words didn’t push you into a bad headspace. It’s happened before, where you just needed time to come back to reality. But tonight, you’re exhausted in a whole new way. You’re happy that you’ll actually be able to sleep.

“I’m good,” You promise. You’re sweaty, out of breath and completely fucked out of your mind.

He takes your jaw in his hand and tilts your head up so you’re looking in his general direction.

“You know I don’t really think you’re dumb, right?” He just needs to make sure.

“I know,” You giggle, “But it’s pretty hot in the moment. Besides, you took care of me.”

He grins and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He promises. You know he means it, too. Your Matty, always taking care of you. “You know you don’t need to worry about everything, right? You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“I know,” You start, “But you’re always so busy with the firm, and being Daredevil, and—” He hushes you softly.

“I am never too busy for you.” He says gently. “I know I can’t do your job for you, but I can be more careful and help with dinner, you know.” He just wants you to be less stressed all the time, the hypocrite.

“Okay.” You say gently. “Thank you, Matt.” He holds you close and places a soft kiss to your head.

“You’re still shaking,” He says gently, “But you need to shower.” He says softly, moving now so that he can carry you to your bathroom. You whine at the feeling of emptiness you’re left with when he slides out of you, and he just laughs. “I know, Baby, I know.”

Matt is just a general fan of taking care of you. Even when you’re fucked out of your mind like you are right now. You love that about him.

You love that the devil is so devoted to you. It stirs something deep inside you that you can’t quite voice. Matt knows it, too.

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thatguywrites · 4 months ago

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Hab!Oscar Piastri headcannons

Because of how fucking hot he looks in this picture. God I'm gay.

Gender Neutral reader, no sport specified but not f1

I'm gonna use the word game but not go into too many details, so meets, matches, races and other formats also fit :)

He always tries to make as many games as possible

He probably has easier access to a private jet than you, so he doesn't want you to worry about making his races, he'd rather go to you

Like he will finish a race and be on route to you as soon as humanly possible

He almost doesn't want to win just so he'll be able to see you sooner

Whenever you win or score well, he is instantly as close to you as possible to give you just so many kisses

During games he watches you very closely, and gets very invested

He will get upset at judges or refs for calls that don't favor you

And again after you finish changing or showering he will be there to hug you

Like he'll appear out of nowhere just because you looked so hot during the game and he needs to tell you

No matter if you won or if you loss he'll always make sure you eat a big dinner and he'll draw a nice bath for you with nice bath salts and all

And then it is cuddles galore in bed <3

He understands that you are also very busy, and probably can't make very many races, especially if you are playing in Europe during his home race or something

But whenever you can make it, of if you tell him that you can't, and surprise him, he will just be so happy

He will not leave your side until he has to race

If you guys are in the same area but your game and his race overlap he will always make sure you stay in the same hotel

Nothing makes him race better than knowing he gets to see you afterward

The faster he goes, the faster the race ends, and the faster the race ends, the faster he gets to see you!

SURPRISE!!!

Wag²!Lily Zneimer x Reader x Oscar Piastri (except we're not really talking about him anymore)

Lily knows she's more likely to be at a F1 race because she's an engineer, so she tries extra hard to make it to your games

She does team up with Oscar to go to you games too, especially if you play a winter sport

Basically the Tennis matches they went to earlier this year but just so much more common

If you have a bad loss, even if she's busy she will drop as much as she can to be there either in person of over call for you, both to comfort you and to make sure you take care of yourself

She either finds or makes cute merch of your team/country for her to wear day to day

I feel like Hattie would be good at sewing for some reason

(Oscar gets pouty about it but she just reminds him that he races for a team with a terrible color scheme)

pApAyA

She is fully willing to come out so that she can openly support both of you as your girlfriend

@koalapastries @justaf1girl

She makes sure to do as much as she can to make sure you don't think she has a favorite though <3

Taglist: (Comment or DM to be added)

#f1 x reader #f1 #oscar piastri x reader #lily zneimer x oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri #lily zneimer #lily zneimer x reader #f1 headcanons #gn reader

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thezombieprostitute · 2 months ago

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The Perfect Husband

Summary: You don't know why you denied Andy for so long. He really is the best.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied eating disorder, Worries of infidelity. Please let me know if I missed any!

You'd finished cooking dinner just in time. There were only a few minutes before Andy arrived home and you wanted everything to be as perfect as he is.

The food is plated and set on the table as you get back to the kitchen to clean up. You know Andy doesn't like coming home to a mess and, honestly, you don't blame him. Really, you can't believe how lazy you used to be when you were single! You'd actively avoid cooking or buying certain things just because you couldn't put them in the dishwasher! You feel silly remembering it now.

You sigh, thinking about how lucky you are Andy had the patience to teach you how to be a better woman. How to live up to your full potential. Some days you still find yourself apologizing for hurting him for so long with your rejections. He assures you it's all okay now that you've learned better.

"Honey, I'm home!" he calls from the front door.

As quickly as your high-heels will allow, you get to the front door to greet him with a kiss as you take his jacket.

"How are you doing, handsome?"

"Ugh, long day, bad case. The usual, you know?"

"Oh, my poor hubby! You go into the dining room and dig in. I made your favorite!"

Andy wraps his big, strong arms around you, "so long as it was made by you, it's definitely my favorite."

"Oh, you're too sweet!" you rebut with a playful smack.

He goes to give you a kiss but then looks at your outfit and stops. "Did you wear that all day?"

Looking at what you wore you realize why he's worried. It's one of your skimpier outfits. One of the ones he doesn't like you wearing in front of others without him by your side. He says it's because you're so beautiful and he just wants to keep you safe from prying eyes.

"I didn't go outside today," you quickly inform him. "And I knew you'd like to see me in it."

"As long as I'm the only one," he growls.

"I promise Andy, you're the only man who ever gets to see me like this."

"How can I be sure you're not prancing in front of the windows with that? Putting on a show for the neighbors?"

"I would never, Andy. You're the only man for me. None of them compare to you."

"Hmm..." he bites his lower lip and you pout. "Let's have dinner. Before it gets cold. Maybe I'm just hangry."

That gets you smiling and you lead him to the dinner table. He sits at the head of the table and smiles at the plate with much larger portions of food than yours.

Some days you can't believe how much you used to eat. You pity your old self who thought she needed that many calories. It's clear, in retrospect, Andy's firm hand was all you needed to be your best self. You're so lucky he saw the potential you had and didn't give up on you.

"Are you alright, honey?" Andy's voice breaks your thoughts.

"I was just thinking about how much happier I am now that we're together," you smile and gently squeeze his hand. "How I was so dumb to push you away for so long. You're perfect and I just couldn't see it!"

He gently rubs your cheek with the back of his hand. "That's all behind us now, honey. And I couldn't be happier." You let out a sigh of relief. "I was actually thinking, maybe we're ready for the next chapter of our lives."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"I think you're ready to have my baby."

You gasp in surprise, eyes widening in excitement. "Oh, Andy, that would be wonderful! Please, I'll do anything to carry your child!"

Andy pulls his hand away while his eyes darken. You hear the telltale sound of his zipper. "How about you get me warmed up?"

"Of course!" you squeal, almost on your knees already.

You wake up drenched in sweat, your hands going to your neck to feel for the cursed collar Andrew had once used to trap you. Confirming it's not there makes your shoulders relax and helps you to regulate your breathing.

Turning on the light next to the bed you're only a little surprised to see the card August Walker, the demon who proposed to you, sitting there. No matter how many ways you try to get rid of it, the card keeps coming back. Always when you're at your angriest.

There's no feelings of remorse for condemning Andrew to his fate. Mess with demons, prepare for consequences. But you're still tempted to call on August to make sure Andrew is suffering. Maybe it'll stop the nightmares if you do.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

#andy barber x reader #andy barber x f!reader #dark!andy barber #andy barber x female!reader #andy barber x you #you have no idea how long I've wanted to write this

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ambigrueity · 4 months ago

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Rambling but

Trey is a very subtle character. Unlike most twst memebers a lot about him isn't explicitly said. He spends a lot of his time crafting a perfect image, so an outside perspective of him is difficult to present without there being certain biases in the way characters view him (Leona expecting there to be something more to his dream before realizing no it's just him wanting to bake to his hearts content or Rook believing that he's making tarts filled with love for Riddle but he himself is doing it out of necessity.) He keeps a lot of his emotions close to his chest too so it's not like he's going to talk about it himself. He doesn't soliloquize often. If you noticed in the maze section of Riddle's dream, he barely verbalized his own thoughts about the change in leadership, it was all "cater" driving the conversation. He's introverted and worries a lot about his perception to the point that he stifles what he wants to say in favor of smiling and tentatively manipulating the situation to remain comfortable. (Which Cater points out in Book 1 but THAT got mistranslated from Cater scolding Trey to Cater scolding himself about being more honest with his opinions which doesn't help the lack of understanding that people seem to have) Because he puts so much emphasis on his normalcy, fans seem to have a high expectation for his weirdness when it's kinda been in front of us the whole time. We're not the characters. He's not trying to fool us-- we have an omniscient view into everything he does. So it's obvious looking at it that he has a habit of being smothering/overdoing things. Vil points it out in maschef that he never really gives others space to grow because he's always there to cover every mistake. He hates mustard but believes he can get over it by forcing mustard into every food he can think of until someone had to stop him from putting it in cake and eating it. He's super fixated on dental hygiene and he gets tempted to bake so many different things, purchasing recipe books for fun, before reminding himself to reel it in because making too many would make it so that there was nowhere for those sweets to go. I feel like a lot of people missed a key point of his dream and that is I think Trey feels helpless a lot. A lot of the situations he ends up in are not in his control. So that's why he dotes and placates so that he can try to keep some semblance of it. An illusion of it. So his dream is a place where he doesn't have to do all these things to keep control. He just has it. He has his freedom to do as he likes without it costing him anything. A friend, his parent's dignity, the dorm. He doesn't need to be afraid of any of it. So he allows himself a faulty degree of overindulgence because peace and normalcy doesn't hinge on him. In the real world, every cake he prepared was for peace. But this time the cakes were just cakes. They weren't secretly disguised peace treaties or white flags. In the real world each baked good is within a rule or serves a purpose. In his dream, they can just exist. Just like him. Well anyway sorry brain went all over the place.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #trey clover #twst trey #i have a lot of thoughts #a whole different set of them when it comes to his relationship with riddle #sorry im going crazy i just #wow i need people to get him #I feel like a lot of people could relate to suppressing parts of yourself because the world around you expects you to #at the bare minimum #he's not a freak he's just got interests #when i say he's not weird i mean it in relation to what this fandom thinks he is #he is weird but not that weird yk what i mean?#average STEM major #like go on ask a STEM major about their favorite scientific concept i guarantee it's a hell of a ramble about the most asinine things

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ghostofhyuck · 1 year ago

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hey are you still there? .☘︎ ݁˖

incoming: drunk voicemails from nct dream.

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AN: Mention of death in Jisung's part.

Mark Lee

"Hey babe, right now I'm at my hotel room and the kids, they wanted to have drink to unwind. Yeah we just finished our dome concert and it's surreal like...I can't believe it, another dream come true." a chuckle escapes from Mark. "Yeah I'm a little drunk right now and, I don't know how many cans I have drank but we have a flight tomorrow. I don't know I might pass out at the plane." Mark laughs once again, you can hear his frustrated sigh. "I'm seeing you tomorrow again, I miss you...damn. I'm gone for like five days and I am missing you already? But couldn't help it. I love you babe...can't wait to go home to you. I love you...again. God, I'm so drunk right now but you know what? I love you."

Huang Renjun

"Chenle shut up! I'm trying to talk to yn," Renjun started. From the background, there's a lot of noise. A chaotic noise that deafens your boyfriend's voice. "yn? baby? I hope you can hear me but --- Haechan be fucking quiet! Sorry about that, we're in Jaemin's place and we had a little drink ---" "Hyung had two bottles of soju already!" Chenle interrupted. "Renjunnie is that yn? Tell her I miss her!" Haechan added. "Renjun, best you get out just so you can talk to yn," Mark suggested. "Yeah whatever." another voicemail was sent to you. "I'm outside right now, the boys are so loud, I can't believe it," but you can hear his laughter. "Anyways, I just want to update you about my whereabouts, I know you're busy with your work but we can talk in the morning okay? I love you baby."

Lee Jeno

"Hey yn..." a frustrated sigh can be heard followed by seconds of silence. "I don't know why, but I just had the feeling of sending you this right now...but how are you? Damn, that's kinda stupid for me to ask after what I did to you but I can't help it. I wanted to know if you're fine, and if you're doing well. I wanted to know so that this guilt won't eat me up everyday. It's frustrating me yn, I am really sorry for breaking your heart. I know that I made a lot of mistakes and...I don't know what to say," a bitter laugh escapes Jeno's lips. "Drunk? Maybe I am, so I'm sorry for sending you a drunk voicemail at this ungodly hour. Just...fuck, this is a mistake. Sorry yn, I'm really sorry for everything. Just ignore this. Or just delete this, don't reply to me. This isn't supposed to happen."

Lee Donghyuck

"I can't believe you left me!" Haechan shouted. "Why? why!? Was it me? Just tell me what went wrong and maybe I can leave you alone now! Maybe I can get you out of my head because fuck it! There's not a day where I am missing you and wondering what happened with the two of us. I always wonder if I didn't something so stupid that you left me..." Haechan deeply sighs, trying to hold back his tears. "Hyuck stop it, you're drunk." "No! I can't believe it Renjun!" Haechan shouted. "Yn left me. She broke up with me! I can't believe it...why? Why did she do it?" Haechan cried to his friend who only nod, patting lightly his shoulders. "Hyuck wake up, you know the reason why she broke up with you, stop it." Jaemin rebutted. "But...it hurts you know? I just ---"

Na Jaemin

"Yn~" Jaemin giggled. "How's your date with him? What's his name again? Sungchan? He's good-looking by the way," Jaemin lets out a sigh. "I'm at the bar right now, so sorry if it's too noisy. Don't worry, I can handle everything. No, I'm not getting drunk right now." it suddenly became quiet for a second. "I don't know, maybe I am, it's shitty right? But you know what's more shitty? Is that you're having fun out there while I'm here getting drunk right now because I'm jealous! Yes yn, I am jealous of Sungchan because I like you! there I said it!" you heard him opening another bottle of soju. "I like you since we were kids yn, why can't you see it? fuck...this is so embarrassing, confessing to you at my worst state well," Jaemin laughs. "I'm a coward yn, I can't even confess to you when I'm sober."

Zhong Chenle

"Hey babe, the boys just left my place," Chenle started, letting out a small laugh. "I told them they can crash in my place but they were persistent to go back to their place, but it's obvious that they're struggling." another laugh escapes Chenle's lips. "Yeah, I'm a bit tipsy right now and I know that it's probably morning wherever you are and if you're hearing this, don't worry I'm fine." you can hear second of silence before a small bark echoed on the background. "Oh? Daegallie is here, Daegal come here~" you can hear Daegal's bark along with Chenle's small laugh. "You miss your mom? I miss her too. But she's out there having a tour in US, so let's wait for her to come home okay? I love you yn, have fun there."

Park Jisung

"Hi love," Jisung started with a soft tone. "It's been so long right? I'm in my dorm right now, I just packed my clothes and no, I didn't overpacked don't worry. Tomorrow, we'll start our world tour. It can be tiring but I'll try to be healthy?" Jisung lets out a deep sigh before brushing his hair out of frustration. "After this world tour, we'll be having another album. It's going to be good year for NCT Dream and I know that if you're here, you'll be cheering hard. Fuck, I miss you so so much." another deep sigh exits his lips. "There's no day where I am missing you, and my hyungs, they miss you too. I just...I can't believe it's been a year since you've been gone." Jisung lets out a small choke, trying hard not to cry. "I'm sorry...I told you that I won't cry anymore, but it still hurts me love. Sorry, but I'll be going now, goodbye love, I love you."

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct x reader #nct #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

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lheslie · 23 days ago

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Mark variants with a reader whose power is to control every atom of their body? If it isn’t any trouble. It’s like Eve’s power and the reader is from the same experiment, but instead of being able to control everything except living beings they can only control their own body (unless they’re in a super traumatic situation). They can increase the density of their muscles, heal wounds, create weapons from their body, shapeshift, ect. Creativity is basically the limit of what they can change about themselves, that and the fact that their powers use calories like Eve’s do. So to beat them you’d need to either tire them out or figure out a power dampener. (the more charged the fights are the better/hj) (they're born from my need to see shapeshifters be OP as hell)

Mark Grayson X Atom Eve's Sibling

You're Eve's Sibling, but instead of being able to control Atom of your surroundings, you can only control yours.

He was excited to be introduced to you when he first joined the teen team.

"Hello! You must be (Hero name)." He shook your hand.

"Yeah! You must be the new Hero." You greeted in return.

He was fascinated by how you were able to manipulate your body; he kept watching you on Instagram.

"You're amazing, being able to shapeshift into different things, you're so creative in using your powers." He complimented.

"Thanks! I try to learn and adapt." You replied.

He loves to ask more about what you can do while you two eat together.

"My imagination is my limit; other than that, nothing can stop me." You said as you chewed on your 3rd burger.

"You eat a lot." He spoke, looking at the piles of burgers stacked on each other.

"Yeah, I need the calories to use my powers consistently." You said to continue chewing your food.

In the middle of sparring, he asked you some questions.

"Wow, your skin turned rock-hard solid." He said, trying to punch through your defenses.

"Well, I just ate, so my form is stronger than average," you said as you kicked him with a chainsaw on your foot.

He flew and punched you on your stomach; he was shocked when you turned into a puddle of liquid. He slowly approached you, and you suddenly clung to him, wrapping yourself around him; he was trying to get you off him, but he failed to do so, and he surrendered.

You released him and returned to your original form.

"You know, you shouldn't let your guard down just because your enemy is on the ground." You approached him.

"I was kind of shocked when you turned into liquid when I punched you." He admitted.

"Afraid of hurting me eh? Don't worry, I can heal myself." You spoke as you showed him healing yourself.

He looked at it and asked. "Can you heal other people too?"

"Not really. I can give Eve some of my blood, and it helps me heal her wounds, though; it only works with us since we're Twins." You explained.

"I also noticed once when Eve was fighting, Eve can surpass her mental block by having a near-death experience." He pointed out.

"Yeah, I can do that too; when I'm near death, I gain the ability to control other people's bodies, shapeshifting them into anything I want." You said.

"So don't make me mad, I might turn you into a chair." You laughed.

"I'll make sure I won't." He laughed, raising his hands in an act of surrender.

In the middle of a battle, Invincible was punched, and he was falling.

"I got him!" You yelled as you turned into a cushion, catching him.

He was coughing in pain from the blow as you slowly placed him onto the ground and transformed back into your original form.

You formed wings behind your back, making you fly; you flew to the enemies as you turned your arms into chainsaws, cutting through their necks.

They died on your hands as you had no choice but to go for the kill.

You sighed looking at the mutilated below you.

Invincible approached you slowly comforting you.

Random headcanons:

You can also change your color on a molecular level as you shapeshift.

You can turn yourself into a car or a motorcycle, and your speed depends on how many calories you have.

Injuring your vital organs is impossible as you can move them around inside you or literally just regenerate them from scratch.

You can also change appearance and voice as well as long as you're able to copy the person's entire physique inside and out.

Mark was pissing you off one time, and you changed yourself into Debbie scolding him.

He didn't know it was you as your acting was great.

You sometimes shrink yourself into pocket size, and Mark keeps you inside his pockets.

And into battles, he throws your pocket-sized form onto the enemy, and you turn into a huge net capturing the enemy.

You can also transform into long swords and chainsaws, and Mark would use you as a weapon against the enemies.

You're great at hide and seek.

Mark makes sure you're fed well, bringing lots of food from different countries to make sure you're getting enough for the next fight.

He loves seeing you eat.

You two travel a lot, eating food in different travel destinations.

You don't fly with him; he keeps it in his breast pocket as he flies.

He loves seeing a miniature-sized version of you and kissing you on the forehead.

"I'm wondering, are your clothes your skin too?" He asked.

"Sometimes." You replied.

"So you fight naked!?" He gasps horrified.

"Uhh, I guess?" Laughing in response.

Who needs a blanket when he has you??

He loves it when you wrap yourself around him like a blanket; he can feel your warmth.

A/N: I Can't Imagine them being with the other Mark Variants; as you can see, the other Variants either killed, paralyzed, and enslaved other versions of Eve, so I think they'll try and do the same with you.

I'm sorry if it didn't went what you wanted, but I'm 100% sure your OC wouldn't be killed by the Mark Variants, but they're going to suffer the deaths of her friends and colleague.

#invincible x reader #invincible mark grayson #invincible mark #mark grayson #mark #invincible #invincible headcanons

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 2 months ago

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"I'M HERE, DARLING"

I WROTE A FIC WITH JOHNNY STORM

I'm so excited for this movie guys, like OMFG First Steps and the Thunderbolts are both myb reason to exist right now

Obviusly i'm going to write A LOT more fics when the movie cames out but for now, the ones i'm writting are inspired by the FANTASTIC trailer that was released yesterday

SOOOO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! 🖤😊☝

You were worried sick.

Ever since Silver Surfer had come down from the sky and told you your world was doomed, you hadn't been able to sleep a wink.

Johnny knew it.

He could feel your anxiety in the air; the way you avoided his and the others' eyes was proof enough that it was affecting you, just like it was all of them.

It was the third day you'd gone to bed without dinner.

Johnny couldn't stand seeing you like this, so he put a portion of food on his plate and walked slowly to your room.

Reed and Susan watched him leave silently, while Ben ate, staring down at his plate.

When Johnny got to your room, he knocked softly on the door twice and waited for you to answer.

"Y/n? Are you there?" he asked. You didn't answer. "Y/n?" "He asked again."

"Go away, Johnny," you replied brusquely. "I need to be alone."

"I know, but you haven't eaten in too long," he retorted. "Open the door, please."

You thought about it for a few moments before getting out of bed and opening the door.

Johnny's gaze rested on you for a few seconds, taking in your sleep-deprived eyes and the bags under them that indicated the lack of it.

"Hello."

He placed the tray on your desk, nodding at it.

"I brought you something to eat," he announced. "I know you don't feel like doing or saying anything," he continued. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to, but you have to eat," he decreed softly. "Do it for me."

You watched him for a few moments and without saying a word, you picked up the plate and began to eat with your characteristic slowness, making him smile.

"Thank you," he whispered heartily. The sight of you feeding after so many days was reason enough for his own anxiety to subside a little. "Please, don't do something like that again. I…" He swallowed hard. "I can't stand seeing you suffer like this."

"I can't help it," you said after swallowing what was in your mouth. "This threat… it's too much for us," you began. "What if we can't stop the Surfer? Or Galactus? What will happen to Earth?"

"We are the protectors of this planet," he murmured. "That's what we told the silver one, and we did it because it's the truth," he declared. "This planet and its people are under our protection." He sat down slowly beside you on the bed. "We're going to save it, Y/N. And we'll do it as a family."

"Is there no one else who can help us?" "You asked.

He shook his head. "I think if there was, Reed would have told us," he said, looking at you gently. "We will not fail," he said. "This world has endured countless threats, and the human race has always prevailed over them all."

You looked up at him, watching him from behind your long eyelashes.

"But at what price?" you blurted out. "How many lives does it take for the Earth to see a new dawn?" you murmured, feeling tears slipping down your cheeks again. "I don't want to see you die," you confessed. "You are my family… you are… all I have left." Without you, I'm… I'm…

"Don't say it," he interrupted gently, holding your face in his hands. "I'm here, darling. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, pulling you into his chest in a tender hug.

"Thank you, Johnny," you sobbed. "I'm… I'm so sorry I made you suffer."

"It's not your fault," he assured me, running his hands through your hair reassuringly. "None of this is your fault," he whispered, ducking his head to look at you. "We'll fix this, together."

"Together," you repeated, leaning back against his chest.

#byvoice #writters on tumblr #writterscommunity #my fic writing #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x y/n #joseph quinn #fantastic four first steps

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cumplanecrash · 3 months ago

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If you saw this at 6 am, no you didn't. Tumblr wouldn't do that to me, we're too close for that 🤣🤣🤣

Over 1200 words of panic! in the bamboo house, including the snippet I posted last Wednesday. It's a beefy boy because I'm far enough ahead that I feel like I have enough buffer to edit with a clear head, so splitting it up in the middle of a scene just feels petty. This part follows directly from chapter 1 of the AO3 version.

Also please tell me if I'm using any words wrong, I am very new here haha

AO3 🔗 just the updates 🔗 writeblogging this au 🔗 first 🔗 prev

How the fuck did Qi-ge figure out something was wrong this quickly?

And just why was he here? They'd been on-Peak for a shichen tops, and Shen Jiu didn't know exactly what Shen Yuan did when he had to deal with the sect leader (he very purposely buried himself into his metaphysical blankets whenever Yue Qingyuan came around), but even if he filed his reports promptly, it still took time for characters to be written and ink to dry.

Fucking -- if Yue Qi had ever had a weakness, it was children. Especially bratty little boys named Shen Jiu who chased other children with legitimate intent to kill, wearing ill fitting robes that had been dragged through the mud. (Just a bit! As little as possible, because Shen Qingqiu's disciples did not deserve to have their belongings ruined! But, even shrunk, the robes were sized for teenaged disciples, not toddlers.) The scene felt designed to ensnare Yue Qi's sympathy, and even more distressingly, his meddling.

"Two Xiao Jius...?" Yue Qingyuan was saying with quiet awe. Which! Was exactly what Shen Jiu was talking about!

"No!" Shen Jiu shouted from his hiding place behind Shen Yuan, impulse control of a four year old combined with the speech-compelling aspects of the curse, difference clear now that he had felt one without the other. "Two Shen Qingqius, only one Xiao Jiu!"

"Don't get it twisted!" Shen Yuan sounded just as angry in front of him, crossing his arms and stamping his foot. "There's a nice categorization system already in place; don't confuse everybody needlessly."

"Yeah!" Shen Jiu shouted. "Don't get it twisted!"

Very helpful addition, that.

Shen Jiu did his best not to hold it against himself -- running his mouth had been his most fatal flaw throughout most of his childhood, such as it was, no matter how many times he should have learned to hold his tongue -- but he couldn't help but be frustrated. They still hadn't come up with much of a plan for how to handle the other Peak Lords, and now he was hiding from Qi-ge while yelling at him, as if that made any sense.

Qi-ge went to one knee, staring directly into Shen Jiu's eyes as he said, "Xiao Jiu." His gaze refocused slightly to Shen Jiu's right, "And...? I'm sorry."

"Yue-da-ge doesn't--" Shen Yuan started, before making a retching sound. Shen Jiu quickly glanced to make sure it was an affectation. "A-Yuan never had a chance to say. The curse is effecting our word choices, by the way."

A large, warm hand cradled his left cheek; he could see the other hand move to mirror the move on Shen Yuan. "Xiao Jiu and A-Yuan have been suffering. Not to worry; you'll have access to any resources the sect can rally to resolve this." He turned to Ning Yingying, visible in the doorway behind him now that he was kneeling. "I assume Mu-shidi has already been called?"

Shen Jiu turn his head, making a face, only to find himself looking into the eyes of Shen Yuan, also making a face.

"A-Yuan had hoped to have more information to share before troubling Yue-da-ge and Mu-ge," Shen Yuan blatantly lied.

Huh. The System had called it a speech-compelling curse, not a truth-compelling curse. Useful, that.

"And clothes that fit," Shen Jiu added, nodding to Ning Yingying.

"And something more substantial to eat than whatever snacks we all had in our pockets," adds Luo Binghe's voice from farther outside. "Of which there should be enough to go around, if Zhangmen-shibo is inclined to stay while Shizun and Shizun make themselves presentable."

Shen Yuan cupped his hands around his mouth to call out, "Stick with the same names, Bing-ge! This situation is already confusing enough without all that!"

There was a pointed silence where everyone wondered whether the cheeky little brat would actually take that liberty, and Luo Binghe blushed furiously. "Ah, Yuan-shizun and Jiu-shizun...?"

Shen Jiu waved his arms to negate the notion, backing from Shen Yuan a step to accomodate the movement. "Xiao Jiu isn't anybody's shizun," he said quickly. "Yuan-ge has the golden core and the people skills; he's got all that covered."

Yue Qingyuan gave him a sharp look at that, but he had also made enough room for the disciples to enter, and Shen Jiu needed to be able to take more than a step without stepping on his borrowed robes in order to have this conversation.

"Yingying-jiejie, hand that here, please," he chirped quickly. "Yuan-ge and Xiao Jiu can help each other make sure everything lays right, don't worry about us!"

"Everything smells delicious, Bing-ge," Shen Yuan said warmly. To be fair, it really, really did. "Don't let Yue-da-ge bully you out of your own room, okay? This is Bing-ge's home too."

The no-so-little-anymore beast blushed luminescently at that, and, well. Shen Yuan had certainly done a good job changing their prewritten fate! Given the choice, Shen Jiu would rather be a calamitous beauty than the victim of poetic justice. Just. Just leave all those parts to Shen Yuan to be awake for.

Getting dressed in appropriate robes did not actually leave much room for private conversation, especially with the sect leader on high alert so close to the door, so Shen Jiu did not have much extra time to confer with Shen Yuan. "Do we have a plan, or...?

"Keep it as vague as possible?" Shen Yuan hissed as he tugged at the side of Shen Jiu's robes, laying them straighter. "None of the things we know are actually relevant, if you think about it."

"Speech-compelling curse," Shen Jiu ticked off, tugging his hair out from where it had gotten caught. Did they have time to tie it up? Shen Yuan had the now-oversized guan when they'd been split, but Shen Jiu's hair was loose and likely greasy as all hell, in a way it hadn't been since the Qiu estate. "Speech controlling curse, at least enough to misdirect." One of the more complicated ones then.

"And almost entirely separately, the transformation," said Shen Yuan, dragging him over to his (Shen Jiu's? Shen Yuan's? Shen Qingqiu's.) bronze mirror and digging into the boxes on the table until he found the simpler ribbons he used when he braided his hair for bed. Yeah, good enough. "It couldn't have been two spells though, it was so fast -- way faster than the demon had been up until then."

"Activating a preset array of some kind?" Shen Jiu asked. "Why there?"

"The only one who could tell us is now very, very dead," Shen Yuan noted with sad finality. What an innocent soul, to mourn a demon who had inflicted such a hardship on them.

"Remember to teach your disciples that they can't question the dead," Shen Jiu told Shen Yuan's reflection in the mirror. "They're teenagers, so it's a forgivable oversight, but it's always easier to interrogate even a liar than a corpse."

"Our disciples," Shen Yuan said with conviction.

"That is not the deal the System and I made," Shen Jiu told him with the same strength of conviction. "It's not fair, but you can't actually make me go back."

"Oh." Shen Yuan draped himself across Shen Jiu's shoulders. "You said that. I keep expecting to have to fight for my right to be here, but you really want me here?"

"Gege," Shen Jiu chided. "I really hated teaching. And being Peak Lord comes with way more responsibilities than privileges. Sorry, but you'll have to be stuck with the shit end of the stick." And Shen Jiu flounced out of there.

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