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oharababe · 28 days

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❝ ACROSS FOR COMFORT ❞ ficlet premise. when he feels that the weight of the world is crushing him, miguel can only think of one person he can go to and unravel his biggest fears. he'd go to you even though you are far away from across the multiverse.

pairing: spiderman 2099 miguel o'hara x reader genre: mature warnings: hurt/comfort, longing from afar word count: 2,148

Miguel knew that he divided the Spider Society the moment he let everyone know that they would not stop until Miles Morales was brought back to him.

Anger coursed through his veins when the young Spider-Man managed to slip through his fingers and escape from the Society again. He’s been defeated by a sixteen year old boy, who only had a year experience as a vigilante, who didn’t know much about the big sacrifices all Spider-Heroes had to make. And yet, he managed to draw everyone out of headquarters so that he can escape where no one can find him.

But Miguel will make sure that Miles is found, even if he has to take drastic measures in order to protect the Multiverse.

The boy wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man, and yet Miles managed to outsmart him single-handedly. Outsmarted himself, Spider-Man 2099. Who has been protecting the multiverse for years with more experiences compared to the young hero. Who has never seen how fragile the universe is. Who made one mistake that caused the ruins of other people’s lives, wiping their existences off the arachnid humanoid poly multiverse (yes, that name does sound a little far-fetched, but he will always refer to the multiverse as that). Miles Morales reminds him of himself, and Miguel hates it. The one who thought that he can have the best of both worlds; saving lives and having the people close to them alive.

I thought we were supposed to be the good guys?

We are, he told Gwen. They still protect the multiverse, saving people’s lives. He was keeping the universe together. And yet, he couldn’t get her words out of his head that echoed in the back of his mind. Miguel knows that the weight of his words and actions have divided the Society, but what was he supposed to do when he tried to explain the situation to Miles calmly and it didn’t work out? And the possibility of another multiverse wiping off its existence can happen again?

Miles Morales reminds him of himself, believing that Spider-Man can have everything in his life. The reality of it is that they can’t. No matter how hard he tried and the consequences led to severe destruction because of him—it was selfish of Miguel to think he could have it all.

Miguel sneers when a couple of the Spider-Heroes give their updates that they couldn’t find Miles Morales in the universe they’re assigned to. His fangs bare under his mask, the tone of his voice edge command and hint of desperation as he commands the heroes to continue their search on the young vigilante. The multiverse is large and he knew that Miles could be anywhere. But the boy wouldn’t be able to hide and escape away from him for too long. Miguel knows that—he’ll make sure to find Miles Morales and confinement will have to be done.

Setting up coordinates to a certain dimension, he strode into the wormhole and reappeared at the end of the time tunnel. The rain has stopped and he’s greeted to a new environment. It was pitch black, quiet and the full moon brightens up the dark canvas of the skies. Feeling the serenity in the air, calmness begins to settle in him, something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. He scouted the multiverse, taking notes of which universes he visited so that he could look for Miles. Earth-223 is no different; his mission is still to catch the young boy. But a thought crosses his mind when he comes to this universe, and his heart starts to race a little faster.

Miguel hasn’t visited Earth-223 in a while and his stomach curls as he overlooks a part of the city. He glances down at his gizmo and as he suspected, there are no energy levels of anomalies on Earth-223. He has a job to do—to protect the multiverse—but at that moment, his mind is drawn to one thing that he’s been hoping to do since his arrival.

He moves and swings swiftly from one place to another, going to a place that he had in mind. With one last jump, Miguel lands on top of a roof building perfectly, landing on his feet and rising up to stand. He overlooks a particular street apartment that he’s been looking for. His eyes look down at the street and observe the citizens that walk past by. Miguel knows that he shouldn’t be doing this but a part of him couldn’t help himself to go along with the plan. To find someone from this universe that he knows well.

And within his view, there you were. Walking down the streets of where your apartment complex is. Seeing how late it is at night, you must have just got off work, ready to return back to your home. He watches as you approach the apartment’s main entrance, taking out your keys and watching you enter the building.

Miguel lets out a breath that he didn’t realise that he was holding back. You live on the fifth floor of the building and he contemplates on if he should do what he’s been wanting to do with you. In the apartment, he has a hunch that you’re walking up the stairs to your flat. It should take less than five minutes at least and his mind races as he debates on whether he should take the leap or not.

“Lyla,” Miguel speaks up. “Call them.”

“A-are... are you sure you want to do that?” Lyla questions. You should be on the way up to your place, maybe walking down the corridor as you prepare to get your keys out to get inside. He knows your routine like the back of his hand.

“Just do it,” his voice firms. “Call them.”

Lyla doesn’t argue and she tells him that she’s connecting his earpiece to your phone number. Through the window of your apartment complex, he can see that the front door unlocks and opens. You step in, put down your bag and take off your coat to hang it up. Miguel sees that you stop midway and your hands pat down to your side pockets. He knows that his call is ringing on your phone because a smile appeared on your face despite how tired your day must have been. “Hey,”

“Hey,” Miguel responds back. He notices you move around in your apartment, going to the kitchen. Your voice speaks to him on your end of the line, asking about what he has been up to with that calm and cheerful tone of yours. He keeps it brief about his day because he would rather hear about yours, than to remember the crisis he is currently facing. The mask on him disappears away as Miguel listens to you. His free hand rubs against the pad of his fingers together, sometimes running through his dark brown hair. His eyes never leave your sight as he sees you walking around in your kitchen, listening to you talk his ear off that he welcomes deeply.

“When are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Miguel half jokes. The corner of his mouth curves up into a half smile. Though his words come across displeasure, his heart races at the nickname you made. Please never stop calling me that. “Miguelito? Really?”

“Well, you never complain.” You tease back. There’s a moment of pause before he hears you speak up again. “Hey, I can tell something is bothering you. You okay?”

Miguel realises that he can never escape from your skepticalism, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. You’re the only civilian who knows about his identity and what he does, even if he isn’t the Spider-Man from your Earth. He knows better than to let anyone in but when it comes to you, he couldn’t stay away. Drawn to you like a moth to flame. Maybe in truth, the reason he is on your Earth is not to find Miles Morales. But rather, to look for you.

“I don’t know if what I did was the right thing to do.” Miguel’s voice wavers.

Quietness settles between the two of you, and he allows himself to lower his guard down as his voice guides him. “I know that I have to be the one to do it. But I just… don’t know where I am going with this. I thought I knew what it takes to carry this burden.”

Miguel sighs, the weight of his thoughts and words prior tightens in his chest. He finds it a struggle to downright say that he wants to express at times. He stayed silent and exhaled out slowly, his chest deflated. Miguel’s eyes clock on your figure by the window and though he could only see a side profile of you, he catches a small glimpse of you quietly as well. Not long after, you speak up. “I’m really sorry that you’re having a rough time.”

“I feel that I did this to myself. Always so… rigid.” A solemn expression etched on his face.

“True but you have gone through a lot.”

“There’s this new kid who isn’t like the rest. Different. Which worries me.” Miguel begins. “I told him about the predicament of the future of all Spider-Man—that we will all lose someone close to us. And, Miles wouldn’t accept that.”

“I see.” You say. “Who is he predicted to lose?”

“His father, a Captain.” Miguel says. “Miles is trying to change the future and I can’t let that happen.” His voice sterns for a brief moment. “Or else he’s making the same mistake as I did. Have the same guilt that I carry.”

The invisible weight he feels in his mind and chest lightens somehow when he tells you what’s going on. You’re quiet when he’s done talking and there’s a moment of pause lingering between you two.

“I don’t really know much about the effects of messing up timelines,” you say. “But from an outsider’s perspective, it seems that Miles would go against the predicted fates because he would rather give all he’s got than do nothing. Even if he’d get hurt by messing up the timeline, I think Miles would be even more hurt and guilt-ridden if he didn’t give it a try for himself to save someone.”

Miguel stays quiet. There is something in your words that reaches him, anchoring him to see things differently. You’ve always been good at putting things into a different perspective.

“I know you care for the kid, Miggy.” You continue. “Even though you have an odd way of demonstrating that.”

He could imagine the corner of your mouth curving up into a smile as you chuckle softly at your end of the line. And he does the same; cracking a smile on his face for once since the mess of the Spider Society everything happened. Miguel allows himself to venture with the idea of a peaceful life with you; a life where he would return home to you on his good and bad days, and you would be the one he is excited to come home to. He wants to be comforted by you. To hold you in his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

He wishes he could just be with you. To him, you are his world. But he knows that you’re only a tiny fraction of this multiverse he swore to protect, even if it means keeping his distance away from you.

“Miguel? Are you still there?” Your voice speaks through the earpiece.

He cleared his throat, breaking away his thoughts of a life he knew that he couldn’t really have. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Thought I lost you for a moment, there,” you say. Miguel sees you moving around in your living room and settles to sit in the middle of your sofa. You cross your legs in a lotus position and he couldn’t help but watch you, feeling himself strained to stop the smile from forming. But he couldn’t help it, not when you look so carefree and safe.

“Anyways, are you free to swing by? I made an extra batch of food to share.” You said. “Feel like I cooked a bit too much this time.”

“Not this time I’m afraid.” Miguel says. “Work’s getting intense.”

“That’s a shame,” you tell him. “Well, I don’t know where you are but that doesn’t mean you can’t escape from me telling you off. And to remind you to look after yourself.” He sees you stuff a spoonful of food into your mouth. He gives you a moment to eat but still manages to talk to him. “Or else who am I going to ramble someone’s ear off but yours?”

You are what he is protecting, and he’ll do anything to make sure the world you’re in is safe.

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baldval · 1 month

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do you also do polyamorous things? could we have romantic headcanons with the vee's and a very childish reader? (sorry, I'm very silly!!!)

would prefer a gn!reader, but fem or male is always fine too!

if you don't do poly things, then just velvette is fine!

-🍋 anon

DATING THE VEES HEADCANONS!₊˚⊹♡

characters: velvette, valentino, vox, x gn!reader (poly)

warnings: cursing, nfsw headcanons later on.

a/n: i respect all ships, but personally i am a firm believer of poly!vees and, obviously, love this request!!!!

SFW:

ʚɞ without fail, vox would be the one to wake up eary and make breakfast for all of you.

ʚɞ "you're all so fucking lazy, perhaps you could try to do something?"

ʚɞ secretly, he loves to cook.

ʚɞ he'll never admit to it but you all know it.

ʚɞ as vox's alarm wakes you all up, velvette gives both valentino and you sweet good morning kisses.

ʚɞ meanwhile, valentino grumbles something into the soft flesh of your thigh.

ʚɞ very much not a morning person.

ʚɞ vox is used to hammering away for hours alone in his office, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get a bit lonely.

ʚɞ would be delighted to find you and velvette lingering to spend time with him and watching him work.

ʚɞ whereas valentino is pretty much the exact opposite.

ʚɞ 'clingy' is an understatement.

ʚɞ constantly all over the both of you.

ʚɞ genuinely doesn't matter who is around, he will hold your waist and plant a kiss on your lips natural as anything.

ʚɞ a hand on your hip as he hugs velvette by her shoulder.

ʚɞ "come on vox, you've been in there for hours." you whine

ʚɞ "i'll be done in a minute darling."

ʚɞ when she's between work, velvette loves to experiment with novel ideas for her clothing line.

ʚɞ often shows new things to you first to get your opinion.

ʚɞ one day you asked her to teach you how to sew, to which she answered with such excitement it was almost to the point of giddy.

ʚɞ val loves it when he's working and you just enter his office and sit on his legs.

ʚɞ his arms surrounding your figure.

ʚɞ vox loves when you play helpless damsel with little things, even when he knows you're exaggerating.

ʚɞ enjoys seeing you struggle

ʚɞ and when you give him puppy eyes.

ʚɞ watches you with a loving smirk.

ʚɞ "let me take care of it, darling"

ʚɞ you all love riling vox up when you know he has somewhere to be.

ʚɞ "what if we made out right now? would you still want to leave?" you tease.

ʚɞ he’s embarrassingly affected by your kisses and caresses.

ʚɞ and how you all always manage to make him late.

NSFW:

ʚɞ velvette tends to be a very rough and demanding top.

ʚɞ topping velvette is rare, but absolutely a glorious experience to be a part of.

ʚɞ whereas vox is much more giving.

ʚɞ he still needs praise tho.

ʚɞ "you look so good on top of me, it's amazing".

ʚɞ "hmm... please- keep doing that."

ʚɞ valentino is the textbook definition of a power bottom.

ʚɞ he's always the one to get impatient and jealous during sex.

ʚɞ especially when velvette or vox are taking up too much of you for too long.

ʚɞ "hurry up," he'd mumble while sucking at the skin of your neck.

ʚɞ but velvette ignores him, her mouth steadfastly doing the lord's work between your legs.

ʚɞ she's fond of the brat but not about to rush your pleasure over it.

ʚɞ besides, she know you all can think of a few better ways to shut valentino up.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #velvette hazbin hotel #velvette x reader #the vees hazbin hotel #the vees #the vees x reader

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 14

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang, explicit boyxboy, oral (male and fem! receiving), fingering (fem! receiving), the word "rapist" is used once as a joke by Stu way before any smut begins, p in v, safe sex, foul language, voyeurism (?)

Part 1

The car purred as they drove down the highway. You were cuddled up in the back with Stu as Billy drove home. "Do you love me?" The question was so random Billy almost thought he was hearing things. "Huh?" Stu patted your hair as he looked out the window. "It's fine if you don't, I just wanted to know." It wasn't fine if he didn't. Stu knew he loved Billy unconditionally. It was almost obsessive the way he adored that boy. As Stu looked at your sleeping form he started to think about how he felt like he loved you. It wasn't the same sort of love he had for Billy. No, he hadn't known you long enough to feel that way. Stu would kill for you but that didn't mean much coming from him. He knew if a car was coming towards you he'd push you out of the way even if it meant killing him. Was that love or just being suicidal?

Billy looked at his friend in the mirror seeing his gaze focused outside. "Why would you ask that?" Billy wasn't mad or upset by the question just startled. He didn't do feelings. Sure, he had them but he wishes he didn't. They tend to overcomplicate things.

"I don't see how this relationship is going to work out if you don't love me. I've seen the way you look at her. Tonight when we were playing games at the arcade you stared at her like she was the only person on earth. You don't look at me like that. I-I just need to know if it's because I'm not new or you don't love me."

His words were strange to Billy. Never in their expansive time of knowing each other did they have heart to hearts. Billy was raised not to cry and not to reach out. Being upset meant you were acting like a child. "To be honest I don't know." Billy tried to pick his words carefully not because he was trying to manipulate but rather because he was trying to tell the truth. After so many lies he found it hard to understand what the truth was. "You don't know?" Stu couldn't grasp how someone couldn't know if they were in love or not.

"I don't know. I thought I loved Sydney but maybe I did get bored. You know that scares the shit out of me. Getting tired of you and Y/n? What if I wake up one day and the smell of her cooking disgusts me? What- what if I can't stand the sound of your voice anymore? I don't want to lose this. I had the best time of my fucking life tonight but oh it might not matter down the road because I got too comfortable." Billy's hand hit the steering wheel in anger. The more Billy talked the more he pissed himself off. Stu tilted his head like a dog processing everything he just learned. "You love us." Stu said a smile playing at his lips. Billy's face contorted in confusion. He just hit the steering wheel in anger but Stu was in the back seat blushing.

"How do you know?" Billy turned the corner focusing back on the road. "If you're worried about losing us then obviously you love us at least a little bit." Billy doubted it was that simple. Nothing ever was. Stu was always an optimistic person. He thought everything would work out eventually. That's not how life worked. "If you say so." The car pulled into the driveway and then the garage. "She's still asleep should I wake her up?" Billy shook his head. "No she's been taking care of our asses all week she needs the rest. Just pack her upstairs and put her to bed." Stu gently pulled you out of the car carrying you like a bride into the house.

Carefully he made it up the steps watching so he wouldn't accidentally hit your head. He nudged your bedroom door open with his boot trying not to make too much noise. Stu laid you in bed as comfortably as he could. You looked so peaceful to him. He pulled the covers up over you making sure to tuck you in. Stu pressed a kiss to your forehead before he left the room shutting the door behind him.

"She still asleep?" Billy asked as he folded up the basket of laundry you left out. "I thought she was dead for a second." The joke went over Billy's head causing concern. "I'm kidding she's fine. She drools in her sleep." Stu said making Billy laugh. "Did you have fun tonight?" The dark-haired boy was trying to make this work. Stu sat on the couch leaving Billy to fold up clothes. "I had a wonderful time especially since I absolutely demolished your ass in Mortal Kombat." Billy just rolled his eyes telling himself he let his partner win. "You looked good tonight." Stu glanced up in shock. He wasn't the complimenting type and he sure as hell never complimented Stu.

Billy kept his eyes on the clothes not wanting to make eye contact with Stu. This was what actual couples did right? "Thank you." The room was silent. Stu thought of his words before he said them. "You looked handsome tonight too." Handsome. The word made something turn inside Billy. For a second it felt like he couldn't breathe. Maybe he was going to vomit? "Thanks." Was all Billy could come with. It was unbearably awkward but Stu couldn't help but smile. "Do you need help folding? I can't do shirts but I can do pants."

You woke up in a hot sweat. It felt like you had died. If someone asked what year it was you couldn't tell them. The last thing you remember was eating food at a restaurant with Billy and Stu. "Damnit." You rubbed your eyes trying to see in the dark room. The clock said it was 11 o'clock but it felt like you'd been asleep for days. You threw on an unflattering nightgown before you headed downstairs. The boys laughed while watching some loud TV show.

"She's alive!" Stu exclaimed like he was Dr. Frankenstein. "How'd you sleep?" Billy asked looking at your disheveled state. "Water." You rasped walking like the grim reaper over to the sink. Cold tap water seemed to coat your throat helping you wake up just a little bit more. You walked over to the couch throwing yourself on top of the men. "What are you watching?" You asked as Stu giggled at some guy getting hit over the head on screen. "The Monkees! It comes on your old lady channel. I haven't seen it since I was a kid." You looked over at Billy seeing him shrug his shoulders. "He's been laughing for the past 30 minutes."

"You're not hard to please huh?" Stu pinched the tip of your nose. "Obviously not, I'm with you aren't I?" You faked a laugh as you stared at the tv. Stu's hand ran up and down your leg just like it had the first night they came over. His eyes were glued to the TV laughing every time something even remotely funny happened. Billy would chuckle just because his friend was laughing. There was something different between them but you couldn't put your finger on it. The date night you had might've had some effect. All three of you felt closer, it felt more normal if that was even a possibility.

"I think I want to have sex with you two." You blurted making both men freeze. You immediately covered your face regretting speaking. "Like right now?" Stu asked ready to strip. "No, well, oh I don't know." You groaned with embarrassment. Billy stayed quiet letting you say everything you wanted to. You sat up on the couch looking at the two men sitting beside each other. "Couples have sex right?" They nodded in unison. "We're like a couple right?" They nodded even quicker trying to fill in the blanks for you. "So we should have sex-" Stu reached to take off his shirt but you stopped him. "At some point." You finished making the boy frown.

"Why'd you bring this up?" Billy asked. Between you and Stu randomly bringing up touchy subjects he was liable to get whiplash. You rubbed your face with your hands trying to get a grip. "I was just thinking about it. I have been... thinking about it." Stu knew if anyone could overcomplicate sex it'd be you. "Guys I'm scared."

It was the honest truth. You were terrified. "Of what?" The tone Stu had seemed to dismiss whatever emotion you felt. "Nothing it's dumb." You stood up only to be pulled back down by Billy. "No talk to us. What are you scared of?" Billy made demanding eye contact with you just to show he took this conversation seriously this time. "You?" The word came out like a question. That question seemed to negatively affect both boys. Stu was gutted that you were scared of him even worse that it was sex-related. You grabbed Billy and Stu's hands not wanting them to think it was all their fault. "Men in general are scary. I'm not scared of you exactly more of what you could do." That somehow made less sense to them both.

"Stu, do you remember the other night when we were wrestling?" He smiled remembering how funny that whole thing was. "Yeah, I beat your ass." He said proudly. Billy seemed to understand what you were getting at by Stu's response. "I could give it my all and you both could still trap me. I don't stand a chance and it's frightening. What if in the middle of it all you decide to-" Billy moved forward putting both of his hands on your arms. "We would never do that." Stu scoffed sitting up next to you. "Yeah we may be killers but we're not rapists." Billy looked at Stu like he could kill him making the boy sit back and shut up.

"Y/n I'm really trying," Billy spoke as you nodded. "I've noticed." He smiled continuing his speech. "I don't and would never want to hurt you. That night that Stu's place I couldn't put you through that pain." He gestured to your closed-up wound. "I know but I joke around a lot. I say I'm into chains and whips but I'm scared of all of that. I don't want to feel like I'm stuck and with two of you it's pretty damn intimidating." You had got this idea in your head that anything intimate with the men would leave you used and torn apart.

"I joke around like crazy you don't think I'm being serious do you?" Both you and Billy looked at Stu. "Wow tell me what you really think." You laughed making Stu smile at his accomplishment. "Hey." Billy's hand rested on the side of your face pulling your attention back to him. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Do you understand?" The words were sharp but they weren't angry. Billy meant what he said. As long as he was living no one would lay a finger on you besides him and Stu. You nodded as he smiled. "Wait so are we sleeping together or?" Stu was just really confused. Before Billy could smack him you stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and freshen up. You two can do whatever you want." Without looking at the men you walked upstairs heading to your bathroom.

Billy jumped off the couch making Stu sit up. "What? What's wrong?" Stu asked looking up at the man. "She said she's going to freshen up." Billy shook his hands for emphasis. He could see Stu simply wasn't getting it. "That's like the universal term for "we're going to have sex." How do you not know that?" Stu stood up a small "pfft" leaving his mouth. "No the universal term for we're going to have sex is "Hey we're going to have sex."" Billy's palm slapped his forehead before dragging down his face. "Listen just go clean up and change I'm going to take care of a couple things." With a nod, Stu went off to his room.

Billy waited on the stairs till he heard the water start to run. Your room was empty but the record you played was loud. The Smashing Pumpkins vinyl spun around letting Billy's favorite song play. He could barely hear you humming the words in the bathroom. You remembered. That fact made his heart seem to swell. It wasn't what you normally listened to. All he heard the past week was what you called "classics." Now there you were in the privacy of your room listening to his favorite album. With a smile, he got to work. The first thing he did was make your bed. Once it was neat he made sure the room looked comfortable. He noticed the candle you had sitting on your dresser. Billy headed downstairs to ask Stu for his lighter.

Stu's bedroom door opened hitting Billy with a cloud of cologne. "Jesus fucking Christ!" The boy cursed waving a hand in front of his face. "Too much?" Stu asked innocently. Billy huffed not having time to deal with him. "She's not going to let you in the room let alone her bed smelling like that." Stu thought he smelt good, you had complimented him on his cologne before. "Change your shirt and pants and air out this damn room." Billy was about to leave before remembering why he came down there in the first place. "Oh, I need your lighter." Stu dug through his dresser tossing the skull-covered lighter to the man. "What do you need that for?" Stu pointed towards the object. "I'm going to light a candle." Stu held up his hand covering his mouth with a laugh. Billy's face dropped at his friend's laughter. "Shut it fuckrag." Billy pointed at Stu but it didn't stop him from laughing.

Upstairs you had already stepped out of the shower pulling the cap off your head. You hung the shower cap up before wrapping a towel around your frame. You didn't know what to expect. Billy's little speech downstairs did wonders for your nerves. Were you still terrified? Yes but for some dumb reason, you trusted them. You had this nagging feeling you'd regret it. You willed yourself to believe in the fantasy land you've created. Sex wasn't something you'd grown accustomed to. That day playing truth or dare barely felt real. There wasn't much emotion behind it just teenage hormones. You weren't upset about it you just hoped this would be different. As your skin dried off you slipped a pair of underwear on covering them with one of Stu's shirts.

Billy sat at the edge of your bed biting his nails. He had to repeatedly tell himself he was trying to be better, to do what you asked. As you walked out of the bathroom he stood up. You could tell he was nervous by the way his eyes darted back and forth between you and the door. "I thought we could talk. You like talks right?" His smile was tight as he raised his eyebrows. You saw your bedroom door was closed completely leaving Stu out of the conversation. "I'm fine with talking but we made it a rule to include everyone when we talked." Billy watched as you walked over to your record player. The way you took care of the fragile vinyl said something about your character, at least he thought it did. "I know but I already asked Stu if it was okay and he said it was."

"I get that but we should have conversations together." Billy grew impatient. "Just!" The word was loud scaring him when he said it. You looked at him waiting for him to fix his tone before speaking to you. "Just.. please? I need to talk to you alone." You put the record on the shelf debating on talking to him in private. Billy was a complicated man. You didn't want to throw away the chance of getting him to open up. "Okay. What do you need to talk about?" You walked over to Billy's side sitting down with him at the foot of the bed. "You want this to be equal. Meaning this is a group effort right?"

"This?" You asked as Billy's leg bounced with anxiety. That little voice in his head told him he couldn't do this. "Sex." Was all he said. "I would like it to be that way, yes. I don't want anyone feeling left out." He nodded understanding what you meant. You couldn't begin to grasp how difficult this conversation was to him.

"Look if you want us to sleep with you that's fine but I don't want this thing me and Stu do to disturb you." His wording was intentional. To him sex with you was normal but sex with Stu was just a "thing." It was shameful to him. "I-I um..." He ran a hand through his hair keeping his eyes on the ground. "I don't want you to look at me differently after this." You didn't know what to say to make it better. There was no easy fix. Billy raised his arms in surprise as you wrapped your arms around him. His arms slowly found their way around you hugging you back. It was comforting. Billy didn't like hugs. This one however made him feel safe. You had him and you weren't letting go. Who he is didn't seem to bother you and knowing that lifted a weight off his shoulders. "Should I let Stu in now?" He spoke gently.

You nodded pulling back from the boy. Billy stood up opening the bedroom door. Stu came tumbling into the room. "I didn't hear anything." He swore picking himself off the ground. "Not for lack of trying." You smiled knowing Stu was eavesdropping. Billy made sure to close the door behind Stu locking it in place. The action wasn't lost on you. Something was different. Billy had no problem with what happened in your living room just weeks ago. The fact he was locking your bedroom door knowing no one else was in the house was odd. It was for security you supposed. The reassurance that no one could walk in. Your curtains were also closed but you knew you left them open just a few hours earlier.

"Here ya go." Stu pitched Billy a small bottle. "What's that?" You asked getting a quick and easy answer from Stu. "Oh, it's lube." He pulled two condoms from his pocket sitting them on your nightstand. You were out of your element. "If you don't want to do this I need you to let me know." Stu said wanting your full consent. This was a first for all of you, he didn't want to mess it up. "I want this, it just feels like you're both prepping for surgery."

Billy held the bottle in tight hands hoping to warm up the cold liquid inside. Stu chuckled finding his spot next to you on the bed. "I get that trust me but none of us here want kids yet and the lube is just to make sure you're comfortable."

Yet. The word pulled at pieces of Billy's brain. The thought of having kids was not something he wanted to worry about right now. With a shake of the head, he walked over to both of you. "Listen, we don't have to do this." Billy still had this unremitting feeling that things would change. You'd see him as some perverted homo and wouldn't want him near you again. He was ashamed of who he was and what he did but if you wanted this he'd do it. Both men looked at you trying to pick up on any signs of hesitation.

Stu was careful about consent the last time anything happened between the three of you. His behavior hadn't changed any. Billy's new behavior was something to get used to. His nail-biting, soft-spoken nature was different than the rude and demanding one you had got to know. "I want to do this but if one of you is uncomfortable we can just go to bed. You don't have to sleep downstairs." The promise of just sleeping next to you was tempting for Billy. He knew this would have to happen sooner or later. "I'm ready whenever you two are." Stu said as he peeled his shirt off. Billy slipped the bottle into his pocket before leaning down to you.

"I need you to say it."

His face was serious but not cold. "Say what?" The air between you two was nearly suffocating. Billy's voice was low as he spoke. "I need you to say you want this, you want me." Billy's hands rubbed the soft skin on your thighs as Stu stripped down to his underwear. You looked at his hands the eye contact quickly becoming intimidating. "I want-"

"Look at me, please." With a shaky breath, you looked back up meeting Billy's eyes. "I need this. I need you, Billy." There it was. That possessive glint you'd seen before. Any minute now he'd be demanding and rough. His lips softly pressed against yours. The kiss was slow and careful. Billy tried to remember the way your lips felt in case you threw him out after tonight. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip signaling your lips to part. Billy pulled away smiling at the love-drunk look on your face. "Let me help with that." Stu helped pull your shirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. "I was right. You look even better out of my shirt." Stu said making your cheeks heat up. Billy's shirt was the next to go. Stu cupped your chin before leaning in to kiss you. It was hungrier than the kiss before.

Billy watched his two partners with some semblance of pride. They were his. For how long he wasn't sure. In the end, it didn't matter because right now in this bedroom, he had them and for some reason, they agreed to have him. Stu squeezed your breast making a small noise leave your lips. Billy went back to work pulling down the fabric that hugged your hips. You raised up just enough to make his job easier. He tossed the underwear in the same spot his shirt had landed.

Stu laid back on the bed taking you with him. For a split second, you forgot Billy was even there. He made his presence known by pressing a kiss to your abdomen. Then another on your hip. Stu broke the kiss watching the scene next to him. You looked down at Billy as he littered your skin with kiss after kiss. He eventually made his way down pressing a kiss on your folds. Stu saw the way your chest jumped ever so slightly. He wondered if he told you how beautiful you were today but even if he did it wasn't nearly enough. As Billy's tongue ran up and down your folds, his eyes flickered up toward Stu. Your soft moans accompanied by Billy's gaze made his cock twitch. Stu picked your hand up moving it where he needed you most. Softly you began rubbing him through his boxers feeling him strain against the fabric. The moan that came from Stu made you continue your movements. It was hard to focus with Billy going at you like a man starved. Billy's eyes would go back and forth mainly focused on the man you helped please.

Being watched stirred something in Stu and Billy noticed. The short-haired boy removed his underwear with haste needing to feel you against his skin. Your hand wrapped perfectly around his cock. The pumps were gentle at first not knowing what Stu liked. His moans and the quiet chant of your name kept your hand moving. Billy pulled your clit between his lips making your back arch off the bed. Stu let out a lustful cry at the feeling of your hand squeezing around him. You didn't mean to do it at first but the new information only helped you tease him. Every few pumps you'd gently squeeze his cock earning a beautiful sound from Stu each time.

Billy's tongue continued its assault as he slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt. Hearing the sounds you made mixed with Stu's was enough to make him cum right then and there. It took everything in him not to. Billy smiled against you feeling your hips try to meet the thrust of his fingers. He doubted you were even aware of what you were doing. Too busy pleasing the man next to you. Your free hand tugged on Billy's hair needing more of him. Billy pulled out his fingers before moving to stand up. You groaned at the loss. With his eyes on you, Billy sucked his fingers clean of your slick even a soft moan could be heard like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.

"We've got to take turns right? Everything has to be fair and equal?" He teased moving in front of Stu. The boy looked at Billy silently asking him if he was sure he wanted to do this. Billy motioned his head upwards telling Stu to sit up. The boy complied sitting on the edge of the bed. You sat up making sure you didn't miss anything. Billy took a deep breath seeing you watch him. He knelt in front of Stu grabbing the man's erection. "Ah!" Stu exclaimed looking down at the man in front of him. With a trained hand, Billy stroked Stu's cock.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Billy leaned forward spitting on the tip letting the liquid run slowly down the veins. Using his hand he pumped Stu's cock the spit making it easier for his hand to slide up and down. He knew what spots to pay attention to. Stu's moans were louder than before. His abs were prominent as his muscles tightened. Billy with a sly grin licked a stripe from the base to the tip. He kept his eyes on Stu not being able to look up at you. Stu turned his head pressing his lips to yours. He moaned into your mouth as Billy wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock. His tongue swirled around making Stu's hips jerk. Stu's breath was uneven as his chest heaved up and down.

"Fuck." Stu cursed against your lips as Billy slid his mouth over the man's length. With a moan, Stu's head fell back leaving you to watch them without interruption. Billy could feel your eyes burn into his skin. That insecurity slowly started to creep back up distracting him from the man under his touch.

Stu grabbed your hand squeezing as his orgasm rapidly approached. "I-I'm going to cum." Stu warned with a whine. Billy continued sucking knowing if he didn't there would be a mess to clean up. His eyes closed tight as Stu cried out. Stu chanted a mixture of your and Billy's names. Billy let Stu ride out his orgasm before he looked to the floor swallowing the evidence of the sinful act. Stu laid back on the bed letting the newfound clarity wash over him. Billy's lips were swollen and his cheeks were red. You'd never seen him look like this until now.

Billy didn't dare look up knowing he'd see the disgust in your eyes. "Billy?" Hearing his name made him feel sick. You waited for him to look at you but he refused. He rubbed his eyes wanting to erase everything that had just happened. Billy looked up immediately apologizing for something he didn't need to. You cut him off grabbing his face and pressing your lips on his. You could taste Stu on his lips and it spurred you on more. Billy was shocked. You broke the kiss to look at him. "I need you." Your hands tugged on the waistband of his jeans greedily. How was he supposed to be calm and careful when you acted like this?

"Say it again." His voice was low and demanding making your cunt throb. "I need you." You happily repeated yourself seeing the way it brought his confidence back. Billy stood up unbuckling his belt right in front of you. You focused on the way his hands pulled the leather off with ease. He grabbed the bottle of lube tossing it on the bed. His jeans were quickly discarded along with his underwear.

You looked at Billy's naked form growing embarrassed by the view. "Baby throw me one of those." Billy pointed towards the condoms. Stu was happy to toss the package over. He was well aware of how hard it was for Billy to do what he did. Stu no longer felt like a dirty secret. You crawled up onto the bed as Billy opened the black wrapper. "Here lift your hips up." Stu grabbed a pillow slipping it between you and the bed. The feeling of your hips in the air was odd but you figured Stu knew what he was doing.

Billy slid the condom over his length with ease. The man debated on asking you once again if you were alright with this. You wiggled your hips impatiently. That small gesture was all Billy needed. Stu grabbed the lube squirting a little in his hand. He kissed your neck as his fingers smeared the jelly over your entrance. Billy crawled on the bed settling between your legs. Stu's eyes watched as Billy lined himself up with your cunt. You closed your eyes scared of the pain you've heard so many people talk about. Stu continued to smother you in affection as Billy slowly pushed into you.

It wasn't near as bad as you expected it to be. You tried not to focus on the stretch as he bottomed out. Billy cursed trying to hold still. "You okay?" Stu asked and you nodded. Billy's hips started to move to find a rhythm you were both comfortable with. Stu wrapped his lips around your nipple getting hit with a feeling of deja vu. Billy held onto your hips as he thrusts into you. He had to remind himself over and over that he needed to be gentle. Stu was used to his partner's fast and rough routine so seeing him struggle was almost humorous.

Your breath hitched as Stu tugged at your breasts. His teeth teased your skin making goosebumps flood your flesh. Billy watched as his partner left small hickies in places no one but the two of them could see. "Faster..." You moaned one hand squeezing Billy's wrist. The man's pace quickened making the sound of skin on skin even louder. It seemed the faster he got the tighter your muscles became. Stu abandoned your side sitting up to kiss the man between your thighs. Billy's free hand wrapped around Stu's throat squeezing just enough to keep him still. You moaned watching the men as Billy's thrusts continued to knock the air out of you. Billy's borderline whimpers did nothing but fuel your arousal. "Don't stop!" You cried out making Billy hold off his orgasm just a little longer.

Both men watched as you came undone around Billy's cock. It was one of the most beautiful things they'd ever seen. Billy's thrusts became rough and erratic as that familiar white-hot pleasure twisted inside of him. With one final thrust, his body trembled. Your name like a prayer was said over and over like it was the only thing he could say. For a brief moment, it was the only word that existed.

You winced as Billy pulled out. Stu fell next to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. "How was it?" He asked knowing the answer from previous experience. Billy tied off the condom before disposing of it in your bathroom. "I can't feel my legs." You giggled making Stu laugh. A warm fuzzy feeling covered your naked body. You weren't sure if it was the sex or the overall love you felt from both men. Stu helped move the pillow out from under your hips. Your legs and arms felt like jelly as you moved to cover yourself underneath the blankets. Stu followed suit huddling up next to your naked frame.

Billy left the bathroom grabbing his underwear from the floor. You groaned as you rolled out of bed needing to use the restroom. "Do you need help?" Billy asked seeing your wobbly legs. "Don't get cocky." You said with a laugh walking toward the bathroom. "I wasn't trying to-" You pressed a kiss to his lips silencing the boy. "I'm just messing with you."

He smiled watching your ass as you walked into the bathroom. The door shut behind you leaving both men to themselves. Stu grinned seeing the look on Billy's face. "You love us." He said feeling that bubbly feeling once again. Billy laughed to himself. "You know, you might be right."

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Part 15

A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long to unload. Theres some serious character development happening and I wanted to make sure I did the characters justice. Hope you're enjoying the series so far!💕

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yorshie · 4 months

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Hiii, I love your work! What do you think the turtles would think/feel/react if they notized, after years of relationship with a human (and everything is still going really well) , the lair is full of things for taking care of one, for example lotions, creams, hairbrushes, makeup, etc. Kind of like a realization😂

I don't really mind if it's with poly or separated.

Thank you so much for your amazing writings

Hello! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories so far!

I touched on this a bit in the ask How the Turtles Handle Romance, in Mikey's section, but you certainly don't have to twist my arm too much to get me to write more oblivious light bulb moments for these sweet turtles! I went with each turtle having a separate realization, though you are more than welcome to imagine it's a poly relationship and they're just having private epiphanies. (though I will admit that is a lot of hairbrushes to just leave lying around)

Bayverse TMNT x GNreader (kinda Fem? Idk everyone has hairbrushes, right?), SFW, turtles are 24-25

tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction ..... if i left you out I'm sorry burnt out kinda threw my tag list outa wack so just let me know if you wanna be tagged in general or if it was just that story in particular

Raphael

Another week gone by, and once again Raph set aside the time to clean up his room. He put all the clothes in the hamper, pulled the sheets off the bed and stretched fresh ones over the plush mattress. He straitened up all the knicknacks along his shelves and made sure his mini fridge was stocked with the sodas you both favored and the little ice creams you liked to eat at night.

He did laundry, grumbling at the monotony of the task. He folded his clothes neatly though, setting aside your smaller shorts and underthings whenever he found them. He added another large shirt to your pile, knowing that even if it started off as his you'd be eyeing it as a sleep shirt the moment you opened his drawer tomorrow night...

He eyed the pile, before clearing out one of the top drawers in his long dresser and setting them inside. When he scooped up your hair brush and lotion bottle, he added them to the drawer, but the three books that he found tucked under the edge of his bed went in a neat stack on top of the dresser next to his comics.

He paused, folding the blanket you liked to cuddle with, before dropping it to rest on top of the knitted red one at the foot of his bed. Picked up your fuzzy socks and tucked them next to his in the box by the door where you'd see them.

Finally done, Raph surveyed the space, eyeing the way your items had their proper place in his room, before a soft smile broke out across his face. He'd have to ask, but knowing you, you'd probably only giggle and say "about time, Red." but- he'd ask, and that was the most important part.

Leonardo

Leo sat his hamper on the end of his bed, slowly gathering the pre-folded items inside, tucking each in their rightful place, until he was left with the significantly smaller articles at the bottom that you had left in his space over the course of the last couple of months.

He gave a soft little smile, an idea sparking, and he went to his dresser, adding the brush and hair clips you'd left last week to the basket. He snagged the hoodie that swamped you next, something he hadn't been able to work over his shell the last couple of years but you'd savored the softened fabric as a barrier against the chill when sleeping over, and folded it carefully to hide your underthings underneath.

He nodded, satisfied, turning and straightening the little bits in his room that had gotten moved over the course of the day. He found another pair of your socks under his bed, and, after a careful sniff, he tucked them into each other and tossed them into the basket. At the bookshelf he eyed the couple of books he needed to return to you, and wondered if he could get you to lend him the current book you were reading when you were done. He wound the cords you both used to charge your phones up into neat little circles, pausing once more when his knuckle brushed the book he had just been thinking about where it sat innocently on his bedside table.

Leo tilted his head, looked over his shoulder at the basket, and after a bare moment's hesitation he moved to look down at all the little items stacked and folded neatly inside.

He'd have to talk to you, properly, but for now he returned the books to the dresser and set your hair brush and clips carefully on top of his dresser where you could easily find them. Your clothes, he cleared out what used to be his secret snack drawer, mentally thinking he'd have to ask Donnie to order a mini fridge for himself as he tucked your clothes neatly inside, silently happy that your belongings had found space so easily in his room.

Donatello

Donnie flopped on his bed, finally, burrowing into the latent warmth you'd left in his sheets and sighing dreamily. He'd clean later, maybe, but now he just wanted to crash for a few hours so he'd be functioning when you came to visit in the evening.

Though, trying to drift off, something poked him uncomfortably in the shin. With a grumble he contorted, pushing the item up with his knee and grabbing it. Fingers running along the edge, he realized it was a hair brush, and brought it up to quint at before he realized it was yours. With a shrug, he set it on his cramped bedside table, almost knocking over your lotion and the little lamp you had added to have a little more reading light last month. He caught the object at the last minute, setting it on the floor to avoid an accident before winding his long arms underneath the extra pillows you'd decorated his bed with over the months.

It was so soft, now with all the extra blankets and small comforts, smelling of you and it caused a small churr to float from his chest. Donnie knew he'd be curled up in your arms tonight, but right now, surrounded by your scent, he could almost imagine your body pressed up against his side. It was a feeling he never took for granted, tallied in a mental calendar exactly how often he got to indulge in the sensation. Tonight, for sure, and at least three times next week....

His eyes opened slowly, squinting, calculating. He... could change that, if he really wanted. Surely enough time had past in the relationship. He set his chin on top of his fist still buried underneath the pillow, eyes glancing over to fixate on the small bundle of comfy clothes you left on top of his dresser. Mentally, he calculated his timetable, moving virtual chess pieces around until the plan started to line up to his satisfaction.

Smiling, just a touch, he closed his eyes once more, pulling the pillow closer to his beak and inhaling deeply. Tonight, he'd broach the subject, and if he was lucky he'd wake up with you against him every morning.

Michelangelo

Mikey often just assumed you knew where everything you left at the Lair ended up. When you came in, usually asking after a certain hairband or a particular sketchbook, he'd just smile and give you the same answer every time, a variation of: "it's in my room, sweetness, in it's spot."

He took pride in the fact that your belongings melded with his. He loved leaving little doodles slipped in between the pages of your books before setting them next to the stacks of comics he kept on his shelves. Never failed to wind your hair bobs back onto the handle of your brush whenever he came across them in the bathroom or in the living room before tucking it into the drawer he'd set aside for your use the first time he managed to invite you over to spend the night.

And on the rare days Mikey woke up alone, with only a pillow to cuddle and whisper good morning too, he would remind himself that he really needed to talk to you about making things permanent. Making things with him permanent. He had no doubt you'd say yes, but the nerves of actually asking never failed to send butterflies tickling the inside of his plastron.

He could do this though, he could ask you this simple question. He pepped talked himself through folding laundry, moving on autopilot to toss your folded clothes in the correct drawers next to his own. He gave himself a strict talking to about staying on point while fishing out loose pillows from underneath his bed and making sure all blankets were accounted for if not perfectly folded. He even straightened up the game area, dusted off the cases you'd gotten him over time and the game console you'd gifted him for his 'mutation day'...

He paused, giddy, holding one of the custom orange controllers, laughing at himself as he set the device back on its charging station. He was being silly, he knew. Of course you'd say yes.

#my writing requests #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse raphael #bayverse donatello #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse donnie x reader

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felixsramen · 1 year

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Yours truly

This is part 1 to my poly stray kids series that I've been working on hopefully you guys enjoy it.

Next>>>>

Warnings: mention of poly skz, threesome, mentions of alcohol, restraint with a belt, Hyunjin is a switch but sub leaning, Reader is a sub, Chan is a dom, I may be missing other things but if I am let me know.

Here you were in a club with your friends. Sitting down 4 drinks at the table. You were here to just get drunk out of your mind. To leave all your worries behind.

You sat sipping on your mixed drink. It was pretty and tasted good but it wasn't enough to get you drunk off your ass yet. Your friends out there dancing with random guys. Bodies pressed up against each other as the music continues blasting.

You check your phone no notifications. Well what did you expect it was the usual.

You hadn't noticed the two pair of eyes that somehow landed on you.

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Chan looked at his blonde boyfriend. Hyunjin who was sitting on his lap.

"Why are we here again?" Chan says sighing.

"Because you need to let loose. You've been cooped up in the studio and you need a drink." Hyunjin says sipping his drink looking at his boyfriend.

"We could've had a drink at home." Chan says still complaining.

"Yeah but at least here there's eye candy." Hyunjin says looking around the club.

"Don't know why I need to look at other people when I have 7 boyfriends already." Chan says thinking about the other boys.

Chan had gotten dragged here by Hyunjin who he knew was going to get drunk and he didn't want him to try and drive home. All of the other boys had other plans. Changbin going to the gym and Minho with him. I.N. had a headache. Felix was in the middle of baking. Han had needed to finish his rap. Seungmin needed to finish a dance.

Chan wanted to go to the studio along with Han but Hyunjin knew that if he begged Chan enough he'd give in. Chan also didn't want him to try and drive back and get into an accident he'd hate himself if that happened.

"Well you're here now. So try to enjoy it." Hyunjin says to his dark haired boyfriend.

"Plus if we get lucky enough maybe we can take someone home tonight." Hyunjin says looking at his glass cup. He swishes the drink in his cup. He looks at the drink.

Chan rolls his eyes. It was established early in the boys relationship if they wanted to fuck around with other people that was fine. Now dating was entirely something different. Dating added another person to this already complicated relationship. Chan loves his boyfriends though he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look." Hyunjin says pulling Chan out of his thoughts.

Chan looks over to where Hyunjin is pointing.

His eyes land on you. You're in something showing skin but not enough for everything to be out.

You look down at your phone. "She seems like she doesn't want to be here either." Hyunjin says eyes not leaving you.

Chans eyes watch you slowly. Maybe Hyunjin was right Chan thinks.

You were just Chans type. You seemed quiet not bothered by the noise of the club and you weren't grinding or flirting with everyone.

Chan wouldn't have even cared if you were grinding or flirting with everyone. You were attractive in Chans eyes.

Hyunjin looks at his boyfriend in his thoughts Chans eyes not leaving you.

Hyunjin smirked. He snapped his fingers in front of Chans face. "What you thinking about?" Hyunjin asks his boyfriend.

Chans eyes fall back on Hyunjin. "Nothing." Chan says still not exactly certain about his boyfriends being okay with him going off and fucking a stranger.

Hyunjin scoffs. "Liar. You're totally into her." Hyunjin says eyes on his boyfriend still.

"You want to fuck her don't you?" Hyunjin says. Chan rolls his eyes.

"Why would I when I have 7 other boyfriends?" Chan says hand on Hyunjins thigh whose sitting in his lap still.

"Doesn't mean we can't fuck around the boys agreed too." Hyunjin says.

A light bulb goes off in Hyunjins head. Maybe you could help Chan relax and maybe Hyunjin could get some fun out of it too.

Hyunjin suddenly takes Chan hand off his thigh and gets up. "Where are you going?" Chan asks the blonde.

"To get another drink." Hyunjin says swallowing the rest of his alcohol filled cup.

Before Chan can react Hyunjin walks off. Hyunjin disappears into the crowd of bodies knowing exactly where he was heading too.

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You sit there and look at your phone again. Time reading 10:47PM.

"Hi there." You hear a voice say.

"Thanks but I'm not interested." You say not looking up.

"Well that sucks. I was hoping I could get you a drink you looked kind of lonely." You lift your head up. You look at the gorgeous blonde in front of you.

"Yeah. Actually I'd like a drink." You say.

"Anything in particular?" The blonde says to you.

"No. Nothing." You say looking at your nails.

"What's your name?" The blonde says to you. You look back up at him.

"Y/N and you are?" You say the blonde just smiling at you.

"Hyunjin." He says going up and ordering a mixed drink for you.

"So what are you doing in a club by yourself?" Hyunjin asks you.

"Felt like getting drunk off my ass." You say sighing. Hyunjin chuckles at you.

"Yeah?" Hyunjin says.

"What about you?" You ask him.

"I'm not alone I dragged my boyfriend out with me tonight." Hyunjin says.

Suddenly there's another guy at the table. He's just as gorgeous as Hyunjin.

"Chan. Look at the new friend I made." Hyunjin says to who you presume is his boyfriend. It was only natural that these two gorgeous guys were dating.

The bartender places a drink on the counter. You're assuming it's yours when Hyunjin grabs it.

He places it down in front of you.

You must've looked really alone for a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous boyfriend to come up to you and offer you a drink out of pity.

"You're very attractive you know. Don't you think they are Channie?" Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend who is now sitting beside him.

"Yeah." Chan says hoping that doesn't freak you out. You don't make a disgusted face or get up and try to leave.

"Don't you think our other boyfriends would agree." Hyunjin says laughing like that's a normal thing to say.

"Other boyfriends?" You say confused on how many people these guys are dating.

Chan nods. "We have 6 other boyfriends." He says finally speaking.

"Oh." You say.

Both boys look at each other thinking they just screwed everything up by laying all their cards on the table.

"Well I bet they're just as gorgeous as you two." You say quietly. Yet not quietly enough because Hyunjin heard you.

Hyunjin chuckles. "Why thank you for the compliment. But they really are a sight to see." Hyunjin says. Chan wraps his hand around Hyunjins waist.

"You know you're pretty attractive too." Hyunjin says he places a hand on your thigh.

You look over at his boyfriend and look down at his hand on your thigh. "Uh thank you." You say looking down.

"You know I came over here to see who my boyfriend was eyeing and I'm not disappointed a bit." Hyunjin says.

Your eyes go wide. "Eyeing me?" You say repeating what the boy says.

"Tell her Chan." Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend whose grip on Hyunjin waist gets harder.

Chan sighs knowing if he doesn't speak up his boyfriend will probably make things 10x worse.

"Yeah. You're exactly my type." Chan says eyes going everywhere but meeting yours.

"What he's asking is if you'll sleep with us?" Hyunjin says. Chan puts a hand on his face out of embarrassment from Hyunjins straight forwardness.

"Your boyfriends are okay with this?" You say looking at the pair. Hyunjin smiles innocently like his hand isn't sitting dangerously close to your crotch. Chan slowly nods.

"You both are okay with sleeping with me?" You ask in case you were daydreaming these beautiful guys in front of you.

"Yep." Hyunjin says as his hand that's still sitting on your thigh rubs it.

"Yes." Chan says who seems like the more nervous of the two.

"So what do you say?" Hyunjin says. His eyes watching as you take a giant gulp of your mixed drink.

You place it back down. Fuck it you think. When was the last time you had sex and especially with two gorgeous guys.

You nod. "Yeah." You say.

"Great!" Hyunjin says. Chan scoots out the booth.

Hyunjin grabs your hand scooting out the booth with you.

"We'd invite you to our place but I'm not sure you'd like to meet our boyfriends." Hyunjin says shrugging.

"Yeah. I'm not sure they'd like to meet one of your hookups." You say quietly.

"Actually no one's home." Chan says checking his phone.

"Felix said he took I.N. to get food and watch a movie." Chan says.

"So you can come to our place if you'd like. No one will be there for about 3 hours." Hyunjin says still holding your hand leading you to Chans and his car.

You don't know what's going through your head maybe it's the alcohol now getting to you. "Yeah we can go to your place." You say nonchalantly.

Chan opens the back door for you. You were expecting that anyways but you weren't expecting Hyunjin to slide into the back with you.

"It's okay if I sit back here with you sweetheart right?" Hyunjin says smiling softly at you. He was probably borderline drunk.

"Yeah it's okay." You say and he scoots close to you. Chan shuts the door and goes into the front seat. Staring the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Hyunjins hand meets your thigh. "God Chan you picked a pretty one." He says hand rubbing your thigh.

Chan glances into the rearview mirror as he hits a red light. "Can I touch you?" Hyunjin says innocently contrasting what he just asked you.

"Please." You say body feeling like it was on fire. Hyunjin smirks and his hand goes to your dress pushing it up so it's not in his way and he pulls your panties down to your leg.

Hyunjin chuckles at seeing the wet spot on your panties. "Look at this Chan. She's soaked!" Hyunjin says rather excitedly.

Chans eyes make it to your panties Hyunjin is holding up like some kind of award. To Hyunjin it was an award it showed how little time it took for both boys to get you soaked.

"Look at her all desperate. Might just have to fuck you before we get to the house." Hyunjin says watching you.

"Watch it Hyunjin." Comes from Chan surprising you.

Hyunjin smirks. "What are you going to do about it?" He says teasing his other boyfriend.

"Hyunjin." Chan says sternly. Glancing into the mirror at his boyfriend.

"Yes Channie?" Hyunjin says teasing his boyfriend even more.

"Look at her. Maybe I should make her cum on my fingers." Hyunjin says seeing if he could piss his boyfriend off even more.

He places a finger near your entrance and when Chan doesn't say anything he pushes it inside you. You arch your back into the seat. You can't help but moan Hyunjins name.

"You hear that Channie? She's moaning my name while my fingers are inside of her pussy." Hyunjin says as he fucks you open. He slowly adds another finger pushing it inside you.

Your eyes roll back as Hyunjins fingers drill into you. His long fingers meet your g spot abusing it. You can't help but chant Hyunjins name over and over.

"God it feels so good." You say as your hand wraps around Hyunjins arm.

"Oh sweetheart I'm not God. But you can worship me all you want." Hyunjin says and him abusing your g spot and talking dirty to you causes you to orgasm.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you arch even more into the seat if that was even possible. Hyunjins fingers continue to fuck you through your high.

You soon come down for your high and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you. You watch as your cum is on Hyunjins fingers and he looks at it in amazement.

He then surprises you by placing his fingers in-between his lips. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth your cum now being swallowed by him.

"Did you see that Channie? I think it's the fastest I've made someone cum." Hyunjin says smiling at his boyfriend.

You didn't realize that Chan had parked in front of a house. He gets out the car and opens the door for you.

He holds his hand out for you to take and you accept it as he helps you out the car. Your legs are wobbly as he helps you stand.

Chan doesn't say a word to his boyfriend not even glancing in his direction as Hyunjin makes his way out the car.

He locks the car and helps you walk to the house and unlocks it. He opens the door and you're met with darkness and silence.

Chan helps you to his room into the bed and turns the light on. He takes off your shoes and it's such a gentle sight to see having no man or woman help you out of your outfit before.

Chan takes off his shoes and places them with your shoes near his door. Chans eyes finally fall on Hyunjin.

You watch as Hyunjins Adams apple bobs as Chan walks towards him.

Chan grabs Hyunjin by his throat and slams him against the wall.

Hyunjin winces and whines at the hard contact. Chan glares at the boy in his grip. "Dumb Bitch." Chan mutters and Hyunjin whines again this time at Chans words.

"Can't do anything right. I warned you not once but twice and you can't seem to ever getting anything right." Chan says eyes still staring at his boyfriend.

"You just got to act stupid because she's here?" Chan says grip tightening on Hyunjins throat. Hyunjins eyes were filled with fear, lust, and excitement. The thing he felt more than anything he was incredibly turned on right now.

"That's fine I'll help you remember your place." Chan says hand releasing the boys throat. Hyunjin gasps for air as the pressure on his throat is released immediately.

Chan goes to his drawer and pulls out lube and a condom.

Chans eyes fall on yours. He goes up to you eyes filled with concern to make sure you were okay with everything happening right now.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything happening right now. Let me know if it gets too much and I'll take you home." Chan says hand on yours.

You nod at him and he smiles completely opposite of what just happened with Hyunjin.

His eyes look over to Hyunjin who's watching him closely.

"Going to edge you until you have tears down your face." Chan says to Hyunjin who eyes go wide.

"Please Cha-" He's cut off when Chan glares at him.

"Come here." Chan says to the blonde.

Hyunjin gets up knowing he'd rather not get into anymore trouble.

He walks over to the bed and Chan grabs him pushing him into the bed. "Remember to use the traffic light system." Chan says reminding him.

Chan takes off the belt he had on and watches as Hyunjin eyes go wide. "Please no want to tou-" Hyunjins pleads are cut off when Chan slaps across the face.

Hyunjins eyes go wide and he stays like that shock evident on his face. "Color?" Chan says hand going to Hyunjins face to make him look at him.

When the shock finally leaves Hyunjins face he looks at Chan his adams apple bobbing. "Green." Leaves Hyunjins mouth.

"Good boy." Chan says and lifts Hyunjins shirt over his head. Hyunjin holds out his hands for Chan to wrap the belt around his hands tying it seamlessly.

Hyunjin stands so Chan can pull off his pants. You can see Hyunjins bulge in his boxers and you wish you could taste him.

Chan looks at you practically drooling over Hyunjins dick. "Look at our audience Jinnie." Hyunjins eyes meet yours pleading with you to help him.

"She's going to watch me fuck you absolutely dumb." Chan says grabbing Hyunjins face. With his other hand Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers off of him.

Hyunjins dick was a sight to see just as gorgeous as the man. "Beautiful." You say without realizing. Hyunjin whines at your words and Chan chuckles.

"Look at that you praised him and he's practically dripping with pre cum." Chan says making fun of the boy. Hyunjins face turns bright red and he looks away not meeting your eyes.

Chans hand that was grabbing Hyunjins face forces him to look Chan in the eyes.

"Going to fuck you open with my fingers." Chan tells the him. Hyunjin whines again at the response.

Chans eyes look at yours. "But first I think our guest wants to have a taste of your pretty lips she hadn't stopped staring at them this whole time." Chan says and he puts his finger out in a come here motion and you obey.

"You can taste his lips Princess." Chan coos lightly. His hand leaves Hyunjins face.

Hyunjins eyes are desperate willing to get anything he's given. You kiss him lightly and Hyunjin whines.

"Aww you can do better Princess." Chan says cooing at you again.

You grab Hyunjin by his face and this time force your lips even deeper onto his. The kiss turning out into a makeout session which Hyunjin happily accepts. Yet Hyunjin lets out a moan mid make out session.

Your lips leave Hyunjins and look down to see Chans finger inside Hyunjin fucking him open. You can't help but watch as Hyunjin lets out the prettiest moans you've ever heard.

Chan chuckles as you look at Hyunjin in awe.

"Like watching me fuck him open?" Chan says questioning you finally breaking you from your trance.

You nod. "He's so pretty isn't he?" Chan says and pushes another finger inside him. Hyunjin whines even louder and he tries to break free of the belt and fails.

He moans out louder as Chan finally hits his g spot. Chan chuckles as you look on in amazement at how perfectly Hyunjins back arches off the bed. Chan continues to abuse that spot.

"G-going to cum." Hyunjin says moaning.

Chan pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin and Hyunjin whines. "Channie w-why?" Hyunjin says tears threatening to spill down his face.

"Told you I was going to edge you." Chan says and the tears that were threatening to spill down Hyunjins face finally does.

Chan frowns. "I thought you would've lasted longer. That's a shame." Chan says as he wipes his fingers on the bed.

His hand goes to Hyunjins face caressing it. "Going to watch me fuck her then maybe I'll fuck you afterwards." Chan says thumb running over Hyunjins tears wiping them.

"No p-please fuck me now. Promise I'll be a good boy." Hyunjin says sobbing.

"Of course you will. But you already fucked up so you have to pay for it." Chan says hand leaving Hyunjins face. Chan shoves Hyunjins boxers into his mouth. Hyunjin cries are muttered with his boxers stuffed in his mouth.

Chans hand goes to your hips and pulls your dress over your head. Your panties were thrown in his car somewhere and Chan didn't really care about them right now anyways. He takes off your bra throwing it to the ground.

You could already see Chans bulge in his pants and he takes his shirt off followed by his pants and boxers. Your eyes go wide at seeing how big Chan was. Chan laughs at your wide eyes.

"It'll fit princess I promise." Chan says as he sits on the bed. He rolls a condom onto himself. Your hands find Chans shoulder as your legs go over his lap. You slowly sink onto him. You moan and he does too.

"G-going to fuck yourself on me princess?" Chan says hand going to your waist keeping you steady as you bottom out on him. You don't have the energy to reply.

You bounce slowly on him. He groans as you bottom out on him again and go back up.

"Feel so good Princess." Chan says praising you. He watches as you start speeding up towards both yours and his high. You can't help but moan out his name.

Your eyes meet Hyunjin who has finally stopped crying and he's practically thrusting into the air as he tries to get some kind of friction. Yet he can't and his eyes meet yours tears welling up in his eyes watching as you moan but Chan brings one of his hands to your face to look at him.

"Don't worry about him right now princess." Chan says in-between moaning thumb going over your lip.

"You g-going to cum soon Princess?" Chan says feeling you tighten around him.

"Yes. P-please Chan." You whine and Chans surprised he didn't cum right then and there.

"G-go ahead Princess." Chan says and with his permission you cum. Your eyes roll back into your head as your high washes over you once again. This time harder than the other. Chan fucked you through your high as you came down.

When you finally returned your head rests on Chans chest. He finally stops fucking you watching as you cuddle into his chest.

Chan was close to his high but he knew he'd rather cum in Hyunjin.

Your breathing calms down and Chan lifts you off of him and you whine at feeling empty. "I'm sorry Princess but I got to help Jinnie." He places you softly on the bed as he moves from under you.

He fixes you so you can watch the pair. "Going to be a good boy?" Chan says moving towards Hyunjin. Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers out his mouth and rolls the condom off his dick throwing it in the trashcan at the side of the bed.

"Yes please. I promise." Hyunjin says.

"Good boy." Chan says as he places his dick at Hyunjins ass. He slowly pushes in and Hyunjin lets out the most sluttiest moan you've ever heard.

"Channie." Hyunjin babbles mindlessly.

Chan moans as he fucks Hyunjins ass. "S-should've fingered you open more." Chan says groaning. He was close but so was Hyunjin.

"G-going to let me cum in your ass J-jinnie." Chan says fucking Hyunjin deep and fast.

Hyunjin is practically drooling and he doesn't have the mind to answer.

"F-fucked you dumb already." Chan says muttering.

"Channie!" Comes out of Hyunjins mouth. Chan knew he was cumming at that point and Chan was right behind him.

Chan fucked Hyunjin through his high as he spilled everywhere on the bed. Chan spilled into Hyunjins ass. As Chan came down from his own high Hyunjin was breathing heavily around collapsed on his chest. Chans breathing was just as heavily though.

Chans eyes meet yours that are about to close. "Jinnie got to clean myself and you guys up." Chan says as he rubs the males back. Hyunjin nods lazily still out of it.

Chan gently lifts Hyunjins off of him and winces as he does. Hyunjin whines softly yet lets him. Chan places him next to you as he gets up. Chan walks to the bathroom and you hear the water start to run. The room starts filling with the smell of Honeysuckle.

What felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes Chan comes back into the room in sweatpants and a no shirt on.

He picks up Hyunjin and takes him to the bathroom. Within a minute Chan comes back into the room and picks you up. You look at the bathtub which definitely could fit a lot of people. Chan places you down in there with Hyunjin.

Your eyes go wide as you realize you just slept with 2 guys who had boyfriends. Chan and Hyunjins eyes meet your wide eyes.

"What's wrong Princess?" Chan asks you softly.

You could cry right now as the 2 pairs of eyes looking at you are soft and filled with concerned.

"What are your boyfriends going to think?" You say softly tears ready to fall.

It breaks Hyunjins and Chans heart that the stranger they met not even 2 hours ago is concerned about their boyfriends opinions.

"Oh sweetheart we just got together and they set rules that we could fuck other people." Hyunjin says calming some of your anxieties.

"It's not a problem as long as you enjoyed it because I know I did." Chan says hand holding yours.

"I enjoyed it too." Hyunjin says softly.

"I enjoyed it." You say softly finally relaxing.

"Good." Chan says.

"Is it okay if I wash you. I'm sure you're sore right now." Chan says grabbing one of the loofahs near the tub.

You nod and Chan smiles. He pours the soap into it and lathers it up and scrubs you softly with it. You whine as he gets to your sensitive parts. Even though he didn't cum inside you he felt like he should still make sure you are okay. Hyunjins hands meet your head and pours shampoo into it and washes your hair.

He rinses you off and Hyunjin braids your hairs back. You could've cried right then and there.

Chan then moves over to Hyunjin and scrubs him and Hyunjin winces as Chan scrubs him.

He then helps you and Hyunjin out and wraps towels around you both. "I'm sorry I don't have many female clothes but I have sweatpants and a tshirt." Chan says rather embarrassed about not having the proper clothes for you.

"It's okay. Thank you Chan." You say softly. He nods.

He helps both you and Hyunjin into clothes. As you leave the bathroom you go grab your dress off the ground as Chan cleans up. You grab your phone and purse.

"Thank you for having me." You say and attempt to leave yet Hyunjin grabs your wrist.

"Hey you don't have to leave." Hyunjin says and you look at his soft eyes.

"We'd prefer if you stayed." Chan says finishing up the bed.

After a few seconds you nod your head slowly. Hyunjin and Chan smiles at you. Hyunjin pulls you into the bed.

He snuggles against you as Chan places the blanket over you both and he moves to get into the bed behind Hyunjin.

Your mind filled with the thoughts of the boys cuddled up to you. You then realize you'll probably be awakened to a house filled with 6 more boys but that was for the morning. Right now you are tucked into Hyunjin as he snored. You close your eyes letting yourself slip into dream land.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #poly skz #chan smut #hyunjin smut

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yanxidarlings · 6 months

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sorry to bother you but i’m obsessed with your writing style 😭 would you consider writing something where theodore nott and mattheo riddle fight over gender neutral/male reader? <3

YANDERE THEODORE NOTT VS YANDERE MATTHEO RIDDLE

take notes, aspiring requesters, this is what i like to see 💖😩✊ so i still should be prioritising the poll results, but this is way too tempting.

this turned out long as dumbledores beard so i might make a part 2 in the future with more details about the poly yanderationship. i tried out some actual scenes so please be honest if they were shit or not because i only want to embarrass myself once.

• ok, so, to put it shortly; the reader/darling is fucked. like. you couldn't have gotten a worse pair of yanderes. both are some of the worst at sharing (ok i know i say that for everyone, but listen). yet, it's not completely off the table.

• once they hop of their high horse and decide to come to an agreement, that's when the darling should be scared. two yandere's fighting is better than them getting along because at least they're distracting each other. and the agreement really only stands until a chance arises for one to eliminate the other. so unless the darling really likes them both, the hostility never ends, there's just a break in between.

to put it not shortly; i like the idea here that they've known each other since childhood, i saw a headcanon somewhere in the depths of wattpad that theo and theo have known each other since they were like 3 so i'm just gonna roll with it.

the darling had never suspected they would harbour such dark thoughts. sure, they once sent each other to st mungos 'play fighting' when they were 9, but that was just them rough housing. okay and there was that one time in 1st year transfiguration when mattheo turned theodore into a raccoon and said he didn't know how to turn him back. oh and that fist fight over who got to take the darling to the yule ball was kind of terrifying, if he hadn't pulled them off each other, they probably would have kept going until the other was dead...

• okay so the darling was getting pretty suspicious over time. not to mention, mattheo is pretty transparent about his actions, and belief that the reader is beholden to him in every way. and theodore makes to effort to hide his intentions of wedding the reader oneday.

• it didn't take long for mattheo and theodore to catch on to each other, especially if they shared a dorm with their darling, but either way, running into each other whilst stalking the reader down the halls and having to awkwardly sit next to each other whilst watching the reader sleep, quickly revealed the others obsession.

• theodore frankly is just offended that mattheo even thinks he's worthy of the reader. it's not official yet but theo is the one that's betrothed to the reader, theo is the one that met the reader first and most importantly, theodore is the darlings friend, not mattheo.

to set the scene, theodore has finally worked up the gall to sneak into the darlings dorm and watch as they sleep, something he'd been itching to do lately; they had been coming to class looking lethargic, eating less at meals, and just seemed out of it lately. he was just going to make sure they were sleeping well, that's all he meant, but when he quietly enters their dorm, none other than mattheo riddle sits on their bed, resting on his palms, creepily staring at theodore's precious darling as they slep.

"what the fuck are you doing" is his initial reaction. he probably shouldn't have said it so loud, as the reader stirred in his sleep. "get off him" he continued, in a whispered yell. the situation escalated pretty quickly, with theodore dragging mattheo off the bed, only to be met with a swift punch to the face.

"mind your own fucking business, nott" mattheo spat, "and get out" gesturing towards the door. if the reader hadn't started to slowly wake up at that moment, this story would have a much simpler ending.

no words were said as they returned to the slytherin dorm. theodore was woken up just hours later with a wand to his neck "if i ever catch you in l/n's dorm again, i'll end you." theodore didn't say anything at that moment, but in no way was he backing down.

• what followed was a series of hostility between the two. before, the threat of the other was only miniscule, because they both planned to whisk their darling away eventually.

• each hosmeade visit would be accompanied by the flanking of the darling, mattheo on the right and theodore on the left, doesn't matter if the reader had other plans, to bad so sad theodore wants to show them a new quill and mattheo has nothing else to do but follow his darling.

• the holidays are a nightmare, mattheo is going to show up unannounced no matter what, only to find theodore already settled in for a sleepover at readers house. the darling is on edge from the passive aggressive remarks, boarding on aggressive aggressive.

• it's impossible for one to pursue any kind of relationship without being intercepted by the other. oh, theodore asked reader out on a date? what a shame the day came by and he ended up in the hospital wing after falling down a flight of stairs. mattheo impromptly kissed reader? theodore's pulling them to him the moment after.

• this goes on kind of indefinately, until something trigger's a change. maybe it's voldemorts return, maybe the darling is injured, or maybe they begin a relationship with someone else. when their darling's safety and exclusivity to them is threatened, the theo's will reluctantly put aside their 'differences'.

• the change in behaviour is unnerving to say the least for the darling, his two slythergremlins suddenly getting along? in what alternate universe-

instead of pulling reader away from studying with theodore, mattheo calmly sat down, swung his legs over readers legs, his feet resting on nott's thigh and lit up a cigarette "you two still go to history of magic? i thought nott was supposed to be a slytherin, and surely you've got better things to do"

mattheo ignored pince scolding him in the distance, but his darling had already snatched the cigarette from his fingers "do you mind" "no". confusing the reader even more, theodore silently leaned behind him and motioned for mattheo to hand him a smoke, using his wand to light it up.

nott went back to studying, whilst the darling just sat there, looking back and forth between the two slytherins. "are- what- ... nevermind" the afternoon continued as usual, aside from the unusual behaviour witnessed.

• it wasn't a one time thing, instead of fighting over who'd partner with the reader in potions, they seemingly took turns. same with hodsmeade visits, and anything they couldn't do at the same time.

• things gradually became less platonic, from calling the reader "pretty boy" and forehead kisses from theodore, to blantant flirting and neck kisses from mattheo, rumours were understandably spreading.

mattheo furrowed his brows as his darling pulled away from his attempted neck kiss "everything good?" he asked, fiddling with strands of the others hair "you know people think we're gay and dating, right?" "aren't we?"

• things are kind of unofficially official, there was no discussion or agreement made between the darling and the theo's, things just escalated to the point everyone at hogwarts knew the reader was involved with nott and riddle in some way.

• it would honestly be sweet, if the reader was a willing participant. it's all fun and games until reader rejects the advances, and questions the possessiveness.

• mattheo will gaslight him whenever he tries to pull away, framing the entire relationship as readers idea. theodore simply scoffs, and tells him he doesn't know what's good for him, that's why you need me. silly darling can barely take care of himself, much less make good decisions, in general and romantically.

"okay then, who would you be with if you could pick? granger? i saw the way you looked at her the other day. god forbid you'd pick malfoy, he's got a golden clad stick up his ass" theodore chuckled, patting his darling on the back "my bed or riddle's tonight?" the smile he was giving his darling was almost taunting, as if to dare him to do something about his situation.

#hp writings #yandere harry potter #yandere theodore nott #yandere mattheo riddle #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x male reader #male reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x male reader

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intimacyequalsdeath · 6 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 22: Billy Loomis

For day 22 I decided to give the ghostface girlies another treat for this month. Plus since I've only done Poly ghostface so far technically this isn't overlapping and it's an entirely separate person (I've been running out of people to write NSFW alphabets for without too many characters getting two or three fics)

Notes: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smut.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Billy loves pillow talk, he could stay up for hours afterwards just talking to you about anything and everything going on in your lives. If you know about Ghostface he enjoys telling you about what him and Stu get up to when you aren't around.

He also likes to clean you both up too, not much lovey dovey shit though since he wants to focus on cleaning the mess and being able to relax with you.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

His favorite body part on him (Besides his hair) are his arms. I've always taken him as the guy who works out at least a little. Plus with all the Ghostface stuff he's gotta have at least some muscle there. He's overall quite proud of his body.

On you he loves your thighs. No matter how thick or not they are he thinks their great. No matter if your sitting in your bedroom or next to him in the cafeteria he's always got a hand on them making sure everyone else knows who you belong too.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Billy's not trying to risk anything at all even if you can't get pregnant so he always pulls out. He likes to cum on your chest but your face is also a close second for him.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Before you and Billy got super close to where the two of you began a relationship, you were probably close to the top of the Ghostface list. He'd never tell you but he thought at first you were just like everyone else at school so he had no qualms with going after you until he realized you weren't and found himself becoming attracted to you.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Billy is Billy. He's got loads of experience in both one night stands after parties and actual relationships. That doesn't make him the best boyfriend in the entire world, but he's not entirely stupid on how to make the relationship work.

F is for Favorite Position:

Billy surprisingly is a simple guy. He likes missionary cause he loves looking into your eyes and watching what he does to you as he whispers gentle praises in your ear.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He can laugh a little and get cocky during sex. He's not the most serious person ever by a long shot but he also is gonna stick to his goal of making you both cum.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

The king at taking care of himself. He keeps himself well groomed pretty much everywhere. I mean he does have an image at school to upkeep.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Billy has romance down to a science. He isn't afraid to break out all the bells and whistles to really knock you off your feet. Like I said he's good at this shit both putting on a facade and actually meaning it.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it pretty regularly whether he's with you or not. It's something to pass the time when he's board waiting for Stu for Ghostface shit and he just actually enjoys doing it so why not.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Bondage, Billy loves to tie you up and leave you desperate for him. Bonus points if you cry and beg him to fuck you while he's doing it.

I could also see him having a slight daddy kink, or maybe at least calling him sir or something. He loves having that sort of power over you. He's also got a major corruption kink that I think is pretty self explanatory.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

He like it best on a bed or a couch. He also really enjoys the times neither of you can wait till you get to either of your houses so he pulls over to the side of the road and you do it in the back of his car.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

He loves when you surprise him with skimpy outfits. He also really enjoys when you wear these outfits to school or out and about with him so he can stare at you and get a list together of everything he's going to do to you later.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He's not gonna share you (Maybe with Stu since I am a fan of Poly Ghostface), You're his and he's not willing to let anyone else touch you.

He also won't ever like physically strike you, He just isn't into shit like that and doesn't think it actually has any purpose besides hurting you.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Really big on both giving and receiving. Is maybe just a tad more into receiving since he thinks your amazing at it, but he's not afraid to have you for a meal here and there.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Billy loves to be a bit rough around the edges but he likes to take things slow. He's really into savoring the moments the with you and making it a nice experience for the both of you.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Billy likes quickies, if you can't make it to a bed or anywhere to do the whole shebang he'll go for a quickie in maybe the back of his car or a random janitors closest.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He has his particular things he's just not into and not going to try but he is down to experiment with some things. I could see it also being something you have to bring up for him to even give it a second thought. He just knows what he's into and is satisfied with it.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

He can go for a while, maybe a good few hours. He does like to give you breaks though as he knows he can get rougher especially when he starts to get tired towards the end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

I could see him having a few things himself to use when he jerks off and stuff, but most of the hardcore toys he saves for you if your into it. He will also be really into buying you toys to try out that caught his eye.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases a good bit cause he likes to rile you up, but he's never gonna be to terribly mean about it. It's more so just playful teasing to get you worked up.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Billy audibly moans a lot but he's not the loudest with it. He likes when your loud so anyone who's around knows who makes you feel that good but he himself doesn't get that loud.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Out of all the outfits, he likes pink frilly things the best. There's something so innocent about it to him that he likes to corrupt. That if you really wanna get him worked up show up in some pink frilly shit.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

A good six inches. He's about medium in girth too and the shaft itself is pretty straight. Perfect for hitting all the good spots.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

It fluctuates, it can be high if your working him up, but he usually isn't ready to go at the drop of a hat.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Like in aftercare he likes to talk to you afterwards so he's not gonna fall asleep for awhile. You'll most likely be the one to fall asleep first and shortly after you since he'll have no one to talk to he will fall asleep himself.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #halloween #fictober #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream movie #scream #billy loomis smut

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arlertaddict · 3 months

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A Shower Threesome Drabble - Chigiri x reader x Kunigami

NSFW 18+

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact 🔞

Please, if youd like, send me two characters from anime so I can write about having a threesome with them 😘

Warnings: smut, not sfw, implied afab reader but no pronouns are used, all characters are 18+, shower sex (don't try this at home), implied poly relationship, blowjobs (reader giving), handjobs (reader giving), ball massaging (reader giving), swallowing, rimming (Kunigami giving, Chigiri receiving), penetrative sex (Kunigami giving, reader receiving), voyeurism (Chigiri watches), implications of more sexual activity.

A threesome in the shower with Chigiri and Kunigami, focusing mainly on Chigiri because he’s had a bad day.

He’s standing with his legs wide, over you and Kunigami as water runs down over all of your bodies. Chigiri’s hair is soaked, strands dripping down his back, his eyes closed and lips parted as he breaths out moans. He has one hand on the back of your head, not controlling but guiding you as you choke on his cock, throat tight around him and his pubic hair tickling your nose as you take him deep, a hand massaging his balls that sit heavy at your chin.

Kunigami’s kneeling in front of you, though Chigiri’s blocking you from seeing each other’s faces. Kunigami has a hand on one side of Chigiri’s ass, thumb digging into the flesh to spread him open so he has more access to bury his face in as he laps and tongue fucks his hole.

Kunigami’s blood is rushing, the evidence being his hard cock standing at attention between you, the tip flushed a deep red. With hand that isn’t on Chigiri, you try to jerk him off. You can really only focus on swallowing around Chigiri’s cock and one other thing, so you swap between jerking Kunigami off and massaging Chigiri’s balls.

The continual start and stop of your hand wrapped around Kunigami’s cock is driving him crazy, precum leaking from the tip and his thighs tense. The stimulation is enough to bring him close to the edge and have his hips buck into your fist, but it’s always gone before he gets the chance to reach his high. The longer he waits, the more aroused and desperate he gets, moaning into Chigiri’s hole as he eats him out sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer and closer.

Chigiri’s thighs start to tremble as he gets close, a hand reaching out to lean on the shower wall and Kunigami moving to steady him and support his weight. Chigiri almost doubles over, hips jumping, trying to fuck his cock impossibly deeper into your throat despite you gagging around him and his hand that’s holding your head down. You can hear the wet noises of Kunigami’s mouth working Chigiri’s hole over the sound of the water pouring down around you as Chigiri pants out moans, out of breath from the pleasure, and he fills your mouth with warm cum that you swallow. He swipes some cum that escaped your lips with his thumb and presses it into your mouth and tugs at Kunigami's hair to get him to stop lapping at his hole, because he'd never stop without some sort of signal. Just like an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted on by an external force, Kunigami won't stop pleasuring his lovers until he knows they're satisfied.

All of you try to dry off, but you don't get too far. Both Kunigami and yourself have yet to get off, too pent up and turned on, droplets of water still sitting on your skin when you fall into bed.

At first, Kunigami was going to fuck you until all of you had come and were satiated and Chigiri was just going to watch, but things never go as planned.

Chigiri ends up joining you once again, and the three of you spend much longer than anticipated wrapped around each other.

By the end of it, none of you were thinking about anything but each other, and all stress was gone.

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Remember that if you want you can send me a pair of anime characters and I'll try to write some headcanons or a little drabble about having a threesome with them!! Bye xx

#smut #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #chigiri smut #chigiri hyoma smut #kunigami smut #kunigami rensuke smut

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kumimi3 · 8 months

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Hii!!

so I've recently stumbled upon one of your works that has been on my mind ever since, And i checked your profile to find taht the requests were open.. so don't mind if i do!

please could you write more Poly gun and goo x reader? If possible Could it be sfw & nsfw?

anyways thank you sm i love your blog!! Take care <3

❪ LOOKISM BOYS <3333333 ❫ ❮ a cutie with two ferocious dogs ⟡ gaming number 2! ↳ gun and goo ii

https:strating.com! (sfw & nsfw)

Oh, they're dominant alright...

Dominant enough to make you feel submissive. The type of men to lead you, attentive and is protective of you

The thing is, they know how capable you are despite you're feminine self, but they remain stubborn and still protect you

not because they see you as "weak" no, no, anything but that! They do it because you're THEIR woman, their babygirl!!!! <3

It's as if both of their minds think alike when it comes to you despite how different they are as a person, if you look closely, you can almost see a more different side of them

The more human side

You actually have a lot of privilege than you think

Gun and Goo both have walls so high no one could achieve it for so many years, until you appeared in their lives, and you broke it down inch by inch until you finally saw them for who they truly are

Corny, i know

Gun is a dedicated man, has a reputation to uphold, stoic and emotionless--Wait! Wait! Is that Gun? With his sweetheart? Watching Barbie? And him wearing pink!? And makeup?!?!

He teaches you Japanese!

Often times he takes advantage of your lack of knowledge with Japanese by speaking to you in his language, secretly using it as a way to be more sentimental and romantic with you

"I love you... Y/n." "Can you repeat what you said? I'll translate it--" "It's nothing." *Kisses you on the forehead before leaving*

Gun is the type to read novels in his free time, HE MUST BE!

Has definitely annotated a book before and slipped it under your bed as a gift while you were sleeping, showing his comments, qoutes highlighted--Ugh, he'd definitely do it for you

Very attentive!!! When you lean down, he puts his hand on the corner of the table so it wouldn't hit you! When you sneeze, he's quick to pull a tissue and hand it to you while talking to someone in front of him

Now, Goo... He's definitely easygoing towards the relationship

Anything you both want, he's game, fr fr

He's the one who cooks for the three of you most of the time, once called you his "Cute little chef" when you decided to help him at the kitchen

If you're the type of sweetheart to vape or smoke--Nope! Now you're not! He'll throw your cigs away the moment he sees it and gives you a scolding while coddling you in his strong arms

"Sugarbunch! You shouldn't be smoking, it's bad for you!" *Pouts as he whines about how bad it'll affect you*

A teaser at it's finest!

Will tease you until the end, but if someone else does it, he's already readying his knuckles for charging, plus with his menacing glare

has slow danced to you at least once when he was feeling romantic at the time, where he's surprisingly quiet as he merely basks in the soft melody from the tv, and your warm presence

UGH, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MONEY PART

money, money, money

Gun and Goo have many love languages, but I suppose one thing in common is: GIFT GIVING!

You look, they pay. You touch, they pay. You smile, they pay.

That's it. They don't think too much about how much money of theirs you spend, they can make twice the amount in a week.

Besides, how could they say no to you?

nsfw part (not very detailed, but do be cautious, ps: I'm still new at writing smut sorry jehrbferfe)

They're big. That's it.

Gun and Goo have tremendous amount of work, so at the end of the day, you'd expect rounds of sex the moment they open the door surprisingly quiet

They've fucked you separately most of the time, but gets horny at the thought of fucking you at the same time (which does happen actually)

Sex with Gun is intimate and passionately rough

He holds you possessively as he ruts into you once again for the umpteenth time, eyeing your luscious curves while you whimper at the sensitivity inside of you

"I've fucked you many times... Yet, you still don't seem to get used to it."

His cock is big, who could blame you?

Gun's a genius at making you feel good, wether it's the words he use, or just from his actions--He'd lower his lips close to your ears and speaks to you in a breathy manner, seemingly unfazed at the way you clutch on to his arms for dear life

Hidden praises and faux degradation, you couldn't tell what he would be using, but both styles have definitely made you sigh in pleasure

"Can't you see how much of a slut you look like right now? Heh, keep whining and see where that gets you." "Just like that, hah... Attagirl."

Goo's open to explore new kinks and positions, so expect a box of toys in front of you the moment he locks the bedroom door

Might be into voyeurism... He's a risky guy, after all

Leans more into praises, yet degrades you for a minute just for fun

He's fucked you most of the time through bdsm, but Goo is still a romantic, he'd like rose petals on the floor, low music, and just have a good time

Quite vocal unlike Gun--Who mostly groans--and begins to get louder the more close he gets to his high

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for me, yeah? You're close aren't ya? I know you are, I can feel you down there--Agh~" "'Wonder what Gun thinks if I send him a pic of you looking like a complete whore, ugh baby you're so fucking cute like this!"

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x y/n #lookism x reader #lookism x you #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #goo kim x reader #gun park x reader #gun x reader #gun park x you #gun x you #goo x you #poly relationship #lookism imagines #lookism joongoo

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atticsandwich · 9 months

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more than they can say

pairing: mephistopheles / gn!mc

established relationship (with mephisto), implied poly!mc, mostly fluff [+ slightly suggestive themes (nothing explicit nor descriptive), with a touch of angst at the end]

seeing your skin decorated with the sigils of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom instills a bubbling array of emotions within him, and he finally gives in to fully showing his commitment for you.

[set in the OG timeline, pre-nightbringer]

a/n: a part of this mentions how many years it has been since the start of the exchange program, it's a rough estimate, so if you think i'm wrong pls just ignore it lol

btw, my requests are still open!

Mephistopheles' office in the newspaper club room is a quiet respite from the chaotic hallways of RAD, and usually he'd keep the peace for himself, too engrossed in his own work to care about Levi's yelling at Mammon to return his wallet, or the shriek of terror when Raphael rains down spears when he gets pissed. You hold a special exception, however, and use that privilege as often as you can, casually barging in during lunchtime - to annoy him again, as he would accuse - but never with any bite as to actually deter you from coming.

Despite stepping down from being club president some time ago, he's still very much active in the club, as shown by the multiple drafts and article proposals strewn across his desk. You'll often read some of them for him, and most of the time he'll roll his eyes, take the proposal from your hands, and crumple it before tossing it to the bin - his standards are high, as always.

It wasn't always like this though; you and Mephisto had a rough start on your... friendship, and it really wasn't until you became a member of the student council that he started warming up to you, before inevitably falling for your human charms, as Asmo would call it. Initially he took that phrase literally and seriously thought you cursed him with some infatuation spell, and it took Diavolo laughing at his face to realize that yeah, he was kinda stupid for thinking that - Satan's words, not his. You followed him when he stormed off the student council room that day, and you remember the flush of his cheeks when you confronted him at the gardens, how you implanted in your memory the very first time you felt his lips on yours, his hands desperately holding onto you as if the moment he'd let go, you'd run off elsewhere.

Mephisto is a prideful demon - proud of his status, his strength, his influence, his family; he takes great care in cultivating and maintaining his public image, only acting beyond what is needed during pressing matters. It's why he thinks the concept of pacts goes directly against his values, and for that reason, deems it sacrilege; maybe it's the thought of someone having complete dominion over you should they choose to act as such, or the thought of being bound to another until their souls gets harvested by the reapers - either way, he's never given it a passing thought, even when some high level witch or sorcerer called upon his name using some rudimentary summoning circle.

You asked him about it once, from before you established a relationship with him.

"Pacts? Let me tell you this ahead, human. Those brothers may have willingly given themselves to you, but do not view me the same way you do them."

You've never brought it up again, respecting his feelings on the matter.

"Hey," your thoughts come back to the present with sound of his voice. Turning to him, you cast a questioning glance.

"Yeah? Did something come up?"

"No, nothing like that," he rises from his table, piece of paper in hand. He hands it over to you, signalling you to read it. You eyes quickly scan through the paper, an article proposal of some sort.

"Hm?" you raise your brows in interest. "An interview about having pacts with the demon brothers?"

"Initially, I wanted to toss it aside, but considering that ever since the exchange program, more and more demons have been interested with pacts and such," he explains, although you sense hesitancy in his voice.

"So I assume this interview would be about me?" you inquire.

"Well, yes. Solomon does have a pact with one of the brothers, but I think the student body is more interested about the human who has pacts with all seven of them."

You pause, giving the idea some thought. On one hand, it could prove to be helpful in helping other students understand how pacts function, at least in your case. On the other hand, pacts in general seem to be a very touchy subject for some demons, having polarizing opinions across the board.

"Of course, you are in no obligation to accept. Don't feel like you have to do it," he assures, giving your head a little pat.

You shake your head, a decision already formed. "No, no. I'll do it. I think the pros outweigh the cons enough."

He quirks an eyebrow up, intrigued. "Well, if you're sure about it, then..." he pauses for a while, hesitant. "...I'll have your interview scheduled. I'll text you the details tonight."

It isn't long after you return home to the House of Lamentation that your D.D.D. lights up with Mephisto's name on the screen, a detailed text sent about the interview.

Friday, after class, newspaper club room. Interviewer: Mephistopheles

You send back a quick reply, thanking him for the information, although you have to wonder if he pulled some strings to be the one interviewing you. It'll be a more personal confrontation, so you wouldn't be surprised if the noble demon insisted he be the one to record everything, despite the proposal not being his in the first place. Regardless, you don't dwell on the thought for long, and go on with the rest of your day.

When Friday comes, Mephisto shoots you another text, reminding you about the interview. You assure him that you'll be there, although a bit later than expected as Lord Diavolo asked you to help you sort through some files in the student council room. He puts up no complaints and urges you to finish as fast as you can, to get this over with, as he says in the text.

"I've heard from Mephisto that you'll be interviewed today regarding your pacts?" Diavolo inquires while the two of you go through some documents. Barbatos is somewhere in the corner, arranging some more files for Lucifer to go through at a later time.

"Yeah, I thought it wouldn't hurt to do," you answer. "Plus, there's been a lot of interest lately regarding my relationship with the brothers lately, so I thought it'd be better to go for it now rather than have some random rumor go around."

"Hm, you do have a point," he takes a sip of tea from a cup right next to him, thoughts elsewhere rather than the stack of papers in front of him. "I must admit, even I'm curious about how you went through with it. I only know of Lucifer's since I asked."

"Nothing special, for the most part, really. Although funnily enough, Lucifer helped me out with Mammon's," you laughed, recalling the entire Goldie-in-the-freezer debacle.

"Hah, it sounds like a good story. I'll be looking forward to reading the interview!"

The newspaper club room is empty, save for a lone demon steeping a select brew of tea. The smell indicates that it's your favorite, and a smile graces your lips as you approach the demon from behind, careful not to alert him of your arrival. You feel him freeze for a second the moment you wrap your arms around him from his back, but he immediately relaxes once he realizes who the perpetrator is.

"You're late," he chastises, but there's no bite to his voice. You release him from your hug and approach his side, eager for the tea he's brewing. He catches on fairly quick.

"Go take a seat, I'll bring the tea over once it's done, then we can start the interview."

You hum in acknowledgment, shuffling your way to one of the room's lounge couches. It's rare that the club's main room is this quiet, as usually there's always someone else typing away at their keyboard, or cursing at the printer for not working. Mephisto follows not long after, placing the tea set at the table, pouring you a cup before he does for himself, and takes his seat on a chair in front of you. He stations a recorder in the middle, taking a notebook and flipping through its pages, landing on what you assume to be the pre-prepared questions.

"Whenever you're ready," you signal to him. Nodding his head, he clicks the record button on the recorder, clearing his throat to start.

The start of the interview goes without a hitch - Mephisto introduces himself and you, and he asks fairly simple questions to start. You answer all of them in stride as he jots down any important details in his notes. A little while later is when the heavier questions come in.

"Since you've joined the transfer program roughly three years ago, you've made your own mark on the Devildom. Among such achievements was gaining pacts with all seven avatars of sin. Can you tell us how you went about it?"

"Well," you pause, in thought. "My very first pact was with Mammon, who was assigned to take care of me when I first arrived. Truthfully, I gained his pact in more or less a bargain involving a credit card. It's a long story," you take another pause to laugh at the memory. "Next was Leviathan, who made a pact with me after I beat him in a TSL trivia contest."

You then recount how you made pacts with all the brothers as accurately as you could, refraining from going off topic, as much as you wanted to tell the story of how Satan and Lucifer switched bodies.

"Finally, Lucifer made a pact with me on the last day of the exchange program," you end with the eldest, softly reminiscing that night in his study. "It was... a night I would never forget."

"I see..." Mephisto doesn't miss the tone change of your voice when you say that, and it took all of his willpower to prevent his emotions from showing on his face - keep it professional, he chastises himself in his head, but the more stories you recount of how you got your pacts, each one just as significant as the last, the more emotions start to bubble in his gut. He swallows it all down, pretending to be unaffected, and proceeds with the interview.

"How very... insightful," you notice the slightest bit of bitterness in his voice, although you chalk it up to your hearing, unaware of the mental turmoil going through Mephisto's head. He breathes in, clearing his throat to compose himself.

"Was there any particular reason why you wanted to have pacts with them?"

"Hm..." another pause. You're aware you have to be careful on how you answer this, as the incident with Belphegor has never left the walls of the house.

"I was... trying to help a friend out, initially," you construct a reason while also trying to be truthful. "But eventually it went from that to my pacts being a symbol of who I am to them, and them to me."

"Could you elaborate further?" he presses.

"The brothers are important to me, and I to them. Having pacts with them means that even if we're realms apart, we are always connected. At least, that's how I view it," you smile softly. "I can't control how other humans use their pacts, but to me, it transcends having a demon on your beck and call. It's a two-way street grounded in communication and mutual understanding."

"I... I see."

The air is silent for a moment, the quiet ticking of the recorder being the only backdrop. You glance questioningly at Mephisto, who seemed to be deep in a daze.

"Mephisto?"

"Ah- Sorry," he composes himself, fixing his posture. "I got lost in thought for a second, I apologize."

"It's okay," you assure him. "Do you have anymore questions?"

"Y-Yes," he drifts his eyes back to his notebook. "Your... uh, pact marks, do you keep them visible?"

"Some of them are pretty easy to hide," you start pointing at different areas of your body. "But they're pretty easy to hide with magic. Solomon taught me how to."

"Is there... a specific reasoning for the placements?"

"For the most part, yes. Although... when I made my pact with Mammon, it was a bit haphazard, so we didn't really get to think it through."

The demon across you nods, his eyes fixed on yours. As if in a trance, you hold the gaze along.

"Last question."

He inhales.

"If... If another demon were to ask for a pact with you, how would you respond?"

"Well..." you start, formulating a thought. It's an odd question, and you can't help but think there was some underlying meaning to it. "...It depends. Unlike Solomon, I'd rather only have pacts with demons I... hold with personal importance."

He nods silently, although you don't miss the way his shoulders release from tension, almost in relief. He reaches over and clicks stop on the recorder, signifying the end of the interview.

"Thank you for your time. It was... an insightful interview," he stands up, patting his school coat down.

"Is there... something else you wanted, Mephisto?" you inquire, noticing the way he keeps glancing and looking away from you, sensing hesitancy in his person. He responds with a sharp inhale, walking over to stand in front of you, kneeling down to your level.

"Mephisto...?" flustered and confused, you allow him to take your hand, his temperature chilly. You can tell he's nervous about something.

"May I... May I see your pact marks?"

You didn't expect the question, and for a moment you stare at him in surprise. His eyes though, are transfixed to yours, sincere in his request.

"I... I don't mind, but may I ask why...?"

"It's simply... out of curiosity. I won't push you if you're uncomfortable with it."

"No, no, it's fine," you assure him again. Slowly, you start unbuttoning your school coat before he assists you in taking it off, folding it neatly to the side, all still while kneeling in front of you. You roll the sleeves of your inner shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons, unsure if you should continue. You look at him, his face flustered, as he mumbles a soft "you don't need to take it all off." Laughing lightly, you take his hand, chanting the spell to undo the concealment of your pacts. One by one, they appear across your skin, as he glances upon each one as they show.

The marks span scattered across your entire body, from your arms, to your chest, to your back. Mephisto takes his finger and traces around them, being particular about not touching them. He furrows his brows when he comes across a prominent mark - Lucifer's, easy to tell with its commanding presence on your skin. You shudder when he encircles its perimeter, still careful not to actually touch any of it. He stops when he reaches your wrist, grasping it lightly with both of his hands, before bringing it to his face as he plants a kiss where your pulse is. If your face wasn't already red - your entire body is now, too.

"Mephisto...?" you whisper, yet his eyes still linger on the space where he planted a kiss.

"Would you... would you laugh at me if I asked you to make a pact with me?" his voice quivers, hesitant, yet clear. He raises his head to meet your eyes, and you chalk it up to your imagination when his looks fiercely verdant, even more so than usual.

You take your free hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch, but his eyes don't waver, anticipating an answer.

"Why would I laugh?" you finally respond.

"I've told you before why I deemed pacts unnecessary... Yet, when you speak about yours, I can't help but long for a stronger connection with you. I fear it's... quite unbecoming of me to feel this way," he breathes out, as if he's been holding it in his entire life. Leaning forward, you kiss the space between his eyes, and he hums in gratuity.

"Mephisto..." his eyes return to you, as the grip on your hand becomes firmer.

"Would you like to make a pact with me?"

His response is wordless, taking your wrist he's been holding this entire time. Bringing it close to his face once again, he closes his eyes, as you feel the familiar surge of magic seep into you when a pact is formed.

"From now, until the end of our days," he whispers, setting your hand down. A new sigil on the wrist pulse where he kissed makes itself known to you, his fingers mindlessly tracing it like a familiar memory.

"I am yours," he finishes.

When you lean down to meet his lips in a desperate kiss, you feel him smile, and he tastes the tears that run down your face from his bold profession.

Mephisto is, as usual, at his desk in the newspaper club room. It's one of those nights that demanded his full attention, deadlines fast approaching, so he works overtime, going through and proofreading every article before gaining his final stamp of approval.

He stands up stretching, eager to take a break from his workload. Noticing the empty teapot on his table, he takes it to brew another batch of tea. He scans his options until he lands on a familiar brew - your favorite. Smiling to himself, he takes said brew, preparing to steep it to accompany him on the final leg of his work.

That is, until a sharp jolt passes through his chest, prompting him to drop the pot into countless pieces as he keels over in searing pain. It's unlike anything he's experienced before, almost as if something is being ripped off of him.

It's then that he finally notices.

Initially thinking of it as a trick of light, he hurriedly rips off his gloves, to where his pact mark with you was etched - on his wrist, the same space where he gave you his mark.

It's gone.

It's gone, and he can't feel you.

Scrambling to his feet, he races back to his desk, uncaring of the mess he's making, throwing the documents across the room to finally, finally get to his D.D.D.

Before he can even open the thing and dial for your contact, the screen lights up.

Lucifer's calling.

He's thankful that the hallways of RAD are completely empty at this hour, as the moment he hangs up on his call with the demon of pride, he lets out the most anguished, distressed scream the academy's walls will ever know, your name buried in echoes.

a/n: after rereading i realize the ending might imply you died, but no i promise it's just a cheeky little way to connect to your disappearance in nightbringer help

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mephisto #obey me x reader #obey me mc #mephistopheles x reader #obey me fanfic #mephistopheles x mc

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backmuscles21 · 2 months

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Masterlist

Warnings in the respective stories – Dead Dove Do Not Eat

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Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Too Much - X

Summary: You have just come back from a hunting trip and you're exhausted. Your mates knew exactly how to cheer you up but you were just too exhausted. (Smut)

Let Them Stay - X

Summary: You would've never thought that you'd see more Omatikaya on the shores of the reef, but before you stood Jake and his family. They sought refuge from your mates, you assured your mates about him. Now, you and Jake talk about how you disappeared and what had been going on before you were taken hostage by the one person you told Jake to protect you from.

Punishment - X

Summary: I think the title speaks volumes. Tonowari gets angry at you for getting hurt and so he punishes you for it and Ronal happens upon you two. (Smut)

Eywa’s Will - X

Summary: You were passed out on the shore when they found you, now they found out you were to be their new mate. It's all Eywa's will, this was supposed to teach them to be better people. (Smut)

I Was Scared - X

Summary: If you know me you know we have to have our obligatory eating disorder fic. If you know me you know I need to work on my crippling ED by writing about it.

Tsaheylu - X

Summary: You wanted to mate with the two people meant for you, of course, first, you had to ask permission from your parents, Jake and Neytiri. When you don't and it just piles more lies on top of each other it's only going to make things worse and now you have to answer for yourself. (Smut)

Can I Stay? - X

Summary: You have a Ph.D. in Psychology, which comes in handy for helping out Jake's daughter, Kiri. It also helps you find the two people that would mean most to you in your life. It just took some convincing eye contact for them to never want to get rid of you. (Smut)

The Big Visit - X

Summary: Tonowari and Ronal go to visit their third mate, who is with the Omaticaya people. However, when they come down to visit, they find out you're sick. Coincidently, this is the first time they will see your human body.

Lo’ak x Reader x Tsireya

First To Kiss Her, Wins - X

Summary: You and Lo'ak mated and went to the Metkayina people with his family. There you saw the most beautiful girl, and both of you agreed and knew you needed to have her, together. (Smut)

Tsu’tey

Where Is She? - x

Summary: You didn't get a chance to leave with Jake when they left Hell's Gate, Quaritch ensured that you'd be stuck in his room not that glass cell. Jake led the clan to victory, Tsu'tey still wondered where you were and if you were okay. When they raid Hell's Gate for supplies, they'll find out if you really are okay or not. This is fucked up, so be ready for that. (a little bit of Quaritch x Reader)

What Is True Love? - X

Summary: You hated your father for forcing you into the Avatar Program, you resented him so much you didn't see anything but the hatred for him. Blindsided by hating him, you didn't realize he'd find other ways to control you. However, it led you to the best part of your life, regardless of all the bumps it took to live a long happy life. (Smut) (Brief Quaritch x Reader)

Watching You - X

Summary: He loves you, but he doesn't know if you like him back. When he sees you sneaking off, he just wants to ensure your safety. He comes across something that would hurt him way more than it would hurt you.

Past Lives - X

Summary: You are now full Na'vi and mated with the best warrior around, Tsu'tey. However, going out with Jake's kids could put that into jeopardy when someone from your past comes back to make you confront it. (Past Quaritch x Reader)

Recoms (Poly)

You’re Supposed To Be Ours - X

Summary: You are an RDA chemist, you have caught the eyes of all the recoms. They can be a little possessive. So, when they see you talking with someone else, they need to teach you your place and where you belong. (Smut)

Moments With You - X

Summary: Some of your favourite fluffy moments with your recom lovers.

As Long As You Can Share - X

Summary: You're the only recom doctor, once you met your patients you knew you were in for it. You wanted all of them, it just took one bold soldier for you to not be able to hold back. All the recoms had to share you and they were okay with that, even more okay with it when you told them what you ultimately wanted which they knew one day, they'd give you. (Smut)

We Want You - X

Summary: You're the only doctor set aside for the recom soldiers, as you start to work with them, they fall in love. Now they want you in on their secret arrangement. More of how things started, or how I'd imagine they'd start.

Rebirth - X

Summary: Being reborn in a Na'vi body allows you to be with your lovers again, but then you have to watch them leave you all over again. (Smut)

In The Open - X

Summary: Literally a few small blurbs of the different times your lovers have caught you being fucked by your other lovers. (Smut)

Ao’nung

Redemption Process - X

Summary: Ao'nung comes up with the best idea, but it turns out it really isn't. He is now paying for his mistake; he has to repent for the pain and suffering he has caused you. Especially when step one is talking to your parents. This is fucked up so be ready.

Lyle Wainfleet

Nighttime Visits - X

Summary: You and Lyle are now recom soldiers, the problem is, you aren't supposed to be together. Doesn't keep you apart for long, you and him still find ways to sneak around. (Smut)

I’m Right Here - X

Summary: Waking up as a recom wasn't the hardest thing you'd be doing that day. I did a little extra bonus for this boy; I had an idea but she was short. She's at the end. (Smut)

Zdog

Dead To Me - X

Summary: You couldn't be happier with your girlfriend; you never wanted to be apart from her, but then you had a choice: fight for the humans or the Na'vi.

Neteyam x Reader x Ao’nung

Proposition - X

Summary: Neteyam comes with his family to the reef people, there he finds you. You are the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but you're already mated to the boy that he and his siblings can't stand. However, it works out in the end as Ao'nung decides to play along a little. (Smut)

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Chaos [P.P & F]

Yandere Poly Peter/Felix X Gender Neutral Reader

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"Could we get poly yandere Peter and Felix x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking a reader who has kind of trickster/chaotic sort of personality.

I don’t know if this is too much for one request so ignore this part of it is but it would be really interesting if the reader was from/grew up in Neverland— maybe the kid of one of the pirates? I mean Hook and Tiger Lily are kind of implied be a thing so it doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. I just think it would be interesting because reader wouldn’t know anything but Neverland, so a lot of Peter’s usual tactics wouldn’t work."

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A/n - AHHH!!! Gurlll! I love detailed requests so like keep it coming please! LoL 😂

Anyways when you said the reader would have a more trickster/chaotic personality- I pictured them being the child of Tiger Lilly more then Hook since Hook wasn't too wild in the show.

(Mind you, I haven't met Tiger Lilly yet in the show yet... I don't even know if she will make an appearance but let's just pretend she's an adult... if she isn't already... 😳😅)

1 Reply (If you want to know more about what you're going to read, then read this...)

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A/n - Sorry in advance about Tiger Lilly and Hook's relationship... I've only made it to season 4 of the show so far. 😭 Also, I added a few things to this that weren't technically in the show just to cover up some plot holes... So again, sorry if this doesn't make sense entirely.

(All I know is that Tiger Lilly is a fairy??? And that she's Hook's ex... SO, WE ARE RUNNING WITH THAT!)

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Yandere behavior, Chaotic behavior, Mentions of death

Word Count: 1,083

[Dark love]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You never thought you'd see the day when your lips touched his...

He was your enemy! Or at least your father's enemy.

You were the offspring of Captain Hook and Tiger Lilly. All you've ever known was Neverland, and whose fault was it? That's right, it's all because of Peter Pan. The boy you kissed.

Your father hated him for so many reasons, but the main one was because he wouldn't let them leave. You weren't entirely sure why; Peter hated your father... So why not let them leave?

Personally, to you, you didn't want to leave. You loved Neverland. You considered it your home even though your father never thought of it that way. He'd always say things like-

"Neverland isn't a place; it's a cage! It's dangerous!"

What he didn't know was that you were a part of it... You grew to be a part of it.

Ever since you were little, he would tell you never to leave the Jolly Roger. That it's too dangerous for a little girl. He wasn't a horrible man, though. He was a great dad who taught you all you knew. But even he couldn't stop your curiosity.

You loved swinging from vine to vine. Traveling all around Neverland, fooling those who were foolish enough to listen to you. You loved playing tricks on people, especially the newcomers. And you couldn't help but laugh every time you saw someone drowning from a mermaid... it was such a foolish way to die. They were basically asking for it.

However, your father was never a big fan of your chaotic behavior. Because one, he was worried that you'd stubble into Pan and get yourself killed. And two, he would always fall for it every time, even when he thinks he hasn't, he has.

But he still didn't understand that you weren't afraid of Pan. That he already tried getting rid of you, and it always failed. You were more than capable of handling yourself. You're 16, after all.

[Flash Back to the Beginning of the Day]

***Y/n's Pov***

I escaped that floating rock on the sea once again. No matter how many times I tell my father Neverland isn't dangerous... he never listens but that doesn't matter.

By now, I knew every nick and corner of that boat. It isn't hard to escape it.

I grabbed on to a tree branch and pulled myself up.

It's a blessing and a curse knowing my father fears this place. A blessing because once I escape his wretched boat, he won't follow me... at least not necessarily. He tries but he never finds me.

It's like he never learns...

Though it's a curse cause when I return 'home,' he locks me up and grounds me. I've been grounded so many times it doesn't even affect me anymore. But that's that.

I grabbed onto a peach and started nibbling on the fruit when I heard something...

A smirk grew on my face.

"Hello, Pan~"

"Ha... I knew I'd find you here." He leans against my tree. "What's up with you and this peach tree anyways? I can always find you eating one...?

"Peach trees produce bitter fruits when they're stressed. I like the bitterness; that's why I use this tree for target practice." I touched the holes in the tree, the ones that were marked by my own arrows.

Peter just laughed as he stood up. "Now what?"

I scrunched my eyes at me questioningly. "What do mean?" I asked as I bit down on the peach once more.

"Well, there's always something with you." He arched his eyebrow and made that face he always makes again as he got closer. "No matter how many times I try, the harder I try, I can never get rid of you."

He grabbed a small twig from my tree, breaking it off. He swung it around for a bit, then poked me with it.

I backed up. "What will you do next?" He said in that smooth voice of his. He tilted his head. I could feel the twig pushing my chin up. I looked at him in the eye as he smirked.

Then quickly I moved, grabbing the arrow before it hit him. It was so close to his face, barely touching his nose. He smirked and dropped the twig.

"No nightshade? You aren't getting soft on me now, are you Pan?" I giggled as I stabbed my tree. "You can come out now, Felix!" I yelled.

"H-how did... I did everything right, so how did you dodge that?!" He asked as he climbed up, sitting on the big branch we all stood on.

"Simple, Pan made it obvious." That clearly irked him, and I only giggled at his reaction as I continued to carve my tree.

Do understand that Peter is my enemy and that won't change. He and I always had a strange relationship from the very beginning. At first, we simply hated each other but soon enough we grew close.

Enemies to lovers, you can say... just not with the lovey part. However, I have a feeling that Felix may feel something a little more nowadays.

It's whatever... it's fun, honestly.

Peter then did something I didn't expect. Mind you I still had my back behind them- he grabbed my wrist, twisting me around to face them and then he pinned me.

I looked at him up and down questioningly and then side-eyed Felix.

"What are you two- Uhm!" He kissed me! I, the offspring of Captain Hook, touched tongues with PETER PAN!

I could still feel his breath as he said, "Wouldn't it be a shame if your father never saw you again?" He mutters. His nose was still touching mine, and his eyes were deeply lost. I could see a tint of red spackling in it. Clearly, something was growing within him... something deep, bloody, and very passionate. I didn't know at the time...

I didn't even know what to say... Peter was pinning me against my own tree, and Felix was hovering over me... smiling. It was different, darker. His hoody covered his eyes. But I knew he had that red spark in it too.

Peter then kissed me again. Slowly and deeply. Call me crazy, but I kissed back this time. And Felix kissed me right after... I knew I was right about his feelings.

One thing's for sure, I didn't go home that night... or any other night for that matter.

A/n

I actually really like this one, and I might even make a part 2... Though I really hope I captured everything that you wanted!

And sorry for the long wait. 😅

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