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cosmicsully · 9 months

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OBSESSED WITH YOU

aged up!Neteyamx aged up!human(f)!reader

Summary: In which…. Neteyam crosses paths with a human, but what is that sudden obsession with her, where did that need to protect her come from?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff, Y/N’s personal space is quite literally violated by Neteyam, Y/N is the first Human Neteyam has ever seen, Neteyam barely speaks/understands English, kissing, slight make out, lowkey unrealistic storyline lmao

My Masterlist <3.

What are you called? = fyape syaw fko ngar Stay calm = mawey beautiful: (of people) = sevin take it off = kämunge tsal I want to see = Oe new ne kame hurry up = win säpi nefä so soft = nìftxan 'ango

I hope you enjoy! If you do, feel free to reblog, I might consider writing more parts to this :) <3

I can still remember how it happened. The day that I met Neteyam still lingers in my mind, the young Na´vi boy consuming my attention at all times.

About a week ago, I can still feel the soft breeze of air flushing against my legs, I remember smelling the green plants that had just been drowned in the heavy rain the previous night. The loving light of the warm sun embraces my figure as I walk across a muddy path, trying not to step on any kind of animal. I was outside although I was not allowed to leave the lab. Secretly slipping out of the back door, the mask that is pumping oxygen into my lungs well secured on my face, as I made it my new goal to explore Pandora further.

It is a memory I cherish. The adrenaline that runs through my veins as I took one step after the other, putting as much space as possible between me and the lab.

With the feeling of well-secured safety and no one having caught me fleeing from my home, I slowed my steps, taking in my beautiful surroundings. All kinds of exotic colorful plants surround my form, my eyes darting to one and then another, trying to see everything all at once. My ragged breathing slowed down as I sprinted across the mud, my feet now slightly covered in it.

I can’t help but feel joy consume me whole.

The beauty of Pandora yet again swallowed me, pulling me in. I let my feet work on their own, deciding on taking a small walk to find new interesting and unexplored corners. My fingertips glide against a pulsating bluish plant, as it vibrates against my hand in return, letting myself smile at the uncommon feeling.

This world is so alive.

It is beautiful, I hope its owners treat it well, with respect and cherish it just as I do. Although from the stories I have been told, Na’vi are very spiritual species who inhabit these forests. And now that I think of it, I have never truly seen a real Na’vi.

Dreamwalkers don’t count.

Not letting my mind linger on the thought of facing a real Na’vi, I continued my exploration, It felt like mere minutes, but because it was slowly becoming darker around me it must have been at least a few hours. The only sound that reaches my ears is my breathing from behind the thin glass that is covering my entire face, and the nature that I’m currently moving in. Deciding that I have seen enough for today and that Norm is most likely worrying about my well-being, I take a turn and walk to the path I have been walking all along and slowly but surely make my way back to the lab.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard a quiet huff and leaves moving behind a tree a few feet away from me.

Midway through me turning my head, a blue figure emerges from the bushes. There he stands. A tall male Na’vi. His stripes-covered skin glows underneath the small amount of light that is still falling on Pandora.

He is beautiful.

So beautiful the nature around me is no longer on my mind. All my focus and attention is now drawn to him as I see his fist tightening around a weapon that is firm in his right hand.

With quick movements, he is pointing an arrow at me.

“Wait- Wait- Wait-“ I start as his face wears an angry expression, his frown-covered face facing my direction. I can see his ears perk up at the words that left my mouth. The foreign language fills his head as he decides on killing or spearing me.

“fyape syaw fko ngar?” he hisses, flashing his fangs at me. His white teeth sparkle in the sun as he takes a big step closer to me. His sudden movement made me trip over, my backside making contact with the now slightly dried ground. Him now towering over me even more, his height is scary.

“I- I’m sorry I don’t understand you, please talk slower,” I say, trying to speak slowly, he probably doesn’t understand my words. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in my form. Here I am, halfway sitting up in the slightly muddy forest of Pandora. My eyes are fixated on the Na’vi that is towering above me.

“fyape. syaw. fko. ngar?” he repeats, now trying to talk as slow as I did. His pronunciation is now much clearer, his eyes squinting close as if he can see the wheels whirring behind my eyes. This situation throws me back multiple years, remembering the Na’vi lessons we were put through at the mere age of ten. He must have said something about me. Asking about my age? No that would not add up to the situation I’m currently in. Maybe he asked what my name is. That makes way more sense, him emerging from the forest, probably taking me in as a threat.

Slowly, I raise my hands on either side of my head a little, to show that I have no weapons on me, and don’t mean any harm to anyone. At my gesture his ears stand up, their previous position flattened against his head long gone. While doing so, his curiosity must have grown, he lowers his weapon, no meaning to harm me for now. The unknown Na’vi male lowers himself into a crouching position, as he fixates his bow on his back and secures the arrow back in its holder. With me still staying put on the ground, he starts to crawl over my much smaller form to take in my face.

His expression is still confused, but the curiosity must be getting a hold of him. He slowly makes his way above me, his face getting closer to mine, I can feel his warm breath hitting my cheek, his sparkly yellow eyes boring into my own. Pupils now grown bigger and bigger with each second that passes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my questioning tone must have shown him that I asked a question. He shakes his head in a way to tell me that he has no idea what I just said, but he doesn’t leave his current position, instead, he’s only inching closer to my body. His face slowly moved to the left side of my face, flattened nose touching my cheek and slowly moving down to my neck. His way of moving and actions remind me of an animal, I can feel him take a deep breath through his nose when it hits my pulse point. It’s like he’s taking in my scent, trying to burn it into his brain to never lose the smell of me.

His actions makes a shudder run down my spine, a shaky breath leaving my mouth only now realizing that I have been holding my lungs oxygen-free for the past minute, them now aching and burning for more.

He breathes me in again, this time with eyes closed, my scent filling his nostrils. My breathing stays unsteady, his presence making my heart quicken in my chest, he seems to notice that, his eyes now fixated on my chest, watching it rise and fall again. When my eyes caught his never leaving my chest, a frown forms on my face, my mouth gaping at him and my arms moving to cover my chest. Slightly uncomfortable under his stare that is on one of my most intimate parts.

He quickly shakes his head and uses one of his three-fingered hands -that is at least twice as big as mine- to move them away, his now gained free access to my chest making him move his head closer, the side of his face making contact with me, his ear hovering above my heart. My heartbeat echoes in his head, its beating pumping hot blood through my veins. Although he does not seem to have the intention to hurt me in any way, my heart doesn’t slow its fast beats. His heavy head makes contact with my chest, I can feel him resting his head completely.

He stays put for a few seconds, the sound of soft breaths leaving his nose hit my ears. My heart still hammers in my chest, continuing to reveal my unsure feelings about the moment and this stranger who is quite literally breaking the definition of personal space. He stirrers up removing his ear from my chest, now much softer yellow eyes meeting mine.

“Mawey.” he whispers. His soothing voice makes it seem like a sweet gesture, the way he talks, the way his eyes move from me to my chest, no, to my heart, its like he wants to tell me to relax. The next thing that catches his attention is the oxygen mask that covers my slightly blushing face. With one of his fingers he taps against the glass, the tap rather harsh as it shoots through the glass and right to my ears echoing softly.

"Neteyam." he speaks up, the pronunciation lingering in my mind. As he speaks, he points the finger that just tapped my mask to his chest, gesturing to himself, it seems to be his way of introducing himself to me.

"Y/N." I say telling him my name. His ears perk up as my voice hits him.

"Y/N…" he tries to pronounce my name just like I did, but fails miserably. I can´t help myself but let a giggle slip past my lips at his terrible attempt at pronouncing my name, squinting my eyes closed in the process. He doesn´t exactly laugh at my reaction, but what seems to be a small smile makes its way across Neteyams face. I like the way my name sounds when he speaks.

"Sevin." he whispers pointing at me again. His hand glides downwards to my own and he takes a look at it, his eyes fixated on my little finger. He slowly but surely wraps two of his fingers around it, completely engulfing my pinky with his. His hand is huge compared to mine. If he wanted to, he could cover my entire hand with his and nothing of my hand would be visible.

"Sevin?" I ask, questioning his last words, why did I barely pay attention when we were told simple words that are commonly used by Na´vi?

"Beautiful?" he now repeats, his accent thick as he tries to translate his words.

"You mean me?" I ask a little unsure, it is not unknown in the lab that Na´vi and humans don´t usually interact with one another, let alone find any interest in each other. He points his finger against my chest again, still trying to get me to understand that he thinks I´m pretty.

I can´t help but blush at his actions, not quite used to being complimented by someone.

"You´re beautiful too" I answer, already aware of the fact that he probably doesn´t understand what I just told him. So I point my finger at his chest just like he did to me and say

"Sevin."

His eyes fall to my pointer finger that is currently resting against his chest, his hands now following his eyes, a blue hand yet again engulfing my own. I feel a certain warmth spread through my chest.

Am I supposed to feel like this?

Probably not.

No, definitely not.

Then why does his presence feel so good? Why do I feel this special security with him? When his warm eyes meet mine?

His attention is now back on my face, the way he is now directly in front of me, allows me to take a closer look at his facial features. His yellow, big, cat-like eyes are pulsating with warmth and softness, his slightly flattened nose wrinkling when he senses new smell. He seems to be studying me just as I do him.

"kämunge tsal" he whispers, now again tapping against my oxygen mask.

Although I could not exactly translate his spoken words in my head, it must have been something about my mask. I shake my head hastily, if his intentions are about me taking it off he can forget it.

"Oe new ne kame" he urges me on, his eyes filled with curiosity and desperate pleading.

"Off," he says quickly his demanding tone fitting to his accent, his hand already finding the bottom of the mask and lifting it off of my face. His sudden actions make me gasp and quickly breathe in, to catch another wave of oxygen.

The mask is now all the way off, Neteyam places it on one of his muscular tights, but his vibrant eyes are darting across every moving muscle on my face. He studies me carefully as if he is afraid of breaking me with a grip that might be too firm for my body.

His left-hand moves to the right side of my head, the warm palm of his softly meeting me. His palm swallows half of my skull, it’s like a puzzle fitting, his piece connecting with mine. A few seconds later I have a sort of ticklish feeling against my upper thigh, his strong tail curling twice around it. The movement makes me blush, I feel my cheeks and half of my neck warming. It’s like Neteyam is trying to be as close as possible, though I can not really tell why.

His face inches closer to mine, he’s so close again that I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes dare to look at them for a quick moment but just as he meets them he averts his gaze again. I can’t help it but copy his movement, my eyes darting down to his lips.

I can feel the atmosphere between us get turned upside down within one quick glance at his lips, a sort of tension building up.

What I’m doing here is insane.

I should be home by now.

Just as I can feel him getting even closer, the need for oxygen is growing and growing, my lungs aching for relief. My eyes shoot down to his leg hastily grabbing the mask that my body so desperately seeks. The moment it hits my face I take a deep breath, my heart beating at a quickening speed. Neteyam groans in response his hand falling from my head, instead both of his hands land on either side of my waist. As I try to steady my breathing, he pulls my smaller form into his lap.

"win säpi nefä" he lowly whines, making my eyebrows raise in confusion at his whining. He waits a few seconds for my chest to raise at a normal speed again, his eyes boring through mine as if he is asking for permission, although I can not quite tell for what.

"Enough" he orders now quite needy ripping the mask off my face, but before I can respond in annoyance, warm lips are pressed against my very own. My eyes widen at his sudden actions, I can`t hold back the quiet unexpected sigh that sounds like a soft moan leaving my lips.

Neteyam responds eagerly, his tongue now parting my lips ready to claim my mouth, the taste of me lingering on his tastebuds, he pulls me closer by my hips, the close proximity making him groan. The kiss quickly becomes feverish and passionate as his desire for more keeps growing. His hand moves to the back of my head keeping me in place to continue his almost assault on my lips. His rough palms skim down my waist to hook around my hips, pulling me flush against his chest.

It is something I have never felt before, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making my head dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that was making me feel lightheaded.

I can´t help but try to pull away from him, his much stronger grip on me only tightening in response, in order to gain focus again I let my fingers tangle into his braids, softly tugging his lips away from mine. Neteyam growls in protest, chasing my lips with his but I lean back and reach down to put the mask that dangles down my body back on my face. As I keep filling my lungs with air, I look up through the thing glass with heavy-lidded eyes, my chest still heaving and my heart thrumming in my chest.

Neteyam pants softly, just as breathless as I am.

Behind Neteyam I can see his tail swaying with excitement from side to side, his own heavy eyes now focused on a part of my neck. He quickly connects his lips with my neck, softly coating it with open-mouth kisses. With his other hand, he gently tugs on my hair to expose my neck to his mouth. Not caring about the noises that could slip out of my mouth, I let a soft moan leave my lips at the feeling. That seems to urge him on further, his lips traveling from my neck, to my collarbone and lastly to my pulse point. It is the place he breathed me in earlier, he growls at the memory, lips quickly working at sucking on my delicate skin.

I close my eyes at the feeling of his soft but rough lips as they work against my sensitive skin, my mouth slightly agape at the pleasure that is shooting through every inch of my body.

"nìftxan 'ango" the Na´vi male moans against my neck, at the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the distance, Neteyam quickly breaks away from my sensitive skin. His tail tightened around my thigh in a protective manner.

"Come" he hushes at me, now raising to his feet and full height, With one swift movement he claims my wrist in his hand sneaking around it in a soft grip. He pulls me up in no time as if I weigh nothing to him. I can feel myself hovering over the ground for a split second before he lets go of my wrist now fully placing me back on the ground I was laying on only minutes ago.

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damianbugs · 1 year

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it's just a little interesting that people love genuinely kind and good hearted characters but somehow batmans unwavering belief that people can be better and people can be changed is not enough? even characters within the same media are praised and respected for being the bigger hero and choosing to save rather than to hurt and yet bruce's no-kill rule is often a point of ridicule for his character.

what is so wrong with having a immensely complicated character have slightly less complicated morals about empathy? for a character who loves and hurts and loses why is this something so unbelievably unrealistic for a hero to believe in. what is outlandish about people being people before they are a product of their misfortunes?

of course it isn't a perfect mindset, it isn't even a healthy one in a lot of cases — but it is something that has stayed true to its mission and so i think it deserves a little more thinking before being dragged around as lazy writing.

#even in fics bruces headstrong desire to give second chances and reform is Not Enough of a reason that he is intrinsically a Good Person #also this is not about the J*ker please use some critical thinking to realise the only reason that guy is still around is because he sells #but other rouges and even smaller criminals he comes into contact with are often given the benefit of the doubt #lots of times he befriends them and internalises their struggles in order to try and save them #but for some reason its silly or outdated or boring or WHATEVER #dc meta #bruce wayne #batman

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moonsaver · 1 month

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hiyaaa! its me again!! omg is it just me or is there just NO robin x reader content like, at all???

please please please!! if you don't mind, please give me your robin romantic headcanons?

an extra add on food for thought: what do you think would happen if both siblings happen to pine after the same person?

Hello dear inbox visitor! I think it would be better if you sent it during while requests were open, since it kind of teeters on the line between thoughts vs requests haha. Anyways, you're right. We dont have enough x robin content :(

Lets try and fix it!

Robin seems like a very attentive lover, which is surprising considering how busy she would be since she's a popstar.

During conversations or small talk, passing phrases, she makes sure to listen to you lovingly,and makes note of all the small things about you.

To me, I think she'd be the type of person who puts your name as just a pink heart icon, and notes down all the things you like in the description of your contact. She also has a separate notes tab for other things like your wishlist items, things she's noticed about you, and so on.

She's optimistic, but not unrealistic. If you're the overthinker type, she grounds you flawlessly. She's very rational and sorts things out carefully with you, sitting you down gently and discusses everything on your mind with you. Gives you a lovely, soft smile when you stop overthinking and come to a solution with a relaxed sigh.

Surprisingly sensitive to physical contact. She's not touch-starved, nor averse to it, but still is unused to it for the most part. However, she likes holding hands very often. She'd be very happy if you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. Often takes off her glove just to hold your hand. I feel like her hands would be pleasantly cold. She squeaks slightly when you kiss her face! Then giggles. She likes the feeling of you peppering her face in kisses.

Lets you touch her wings often, and they are incredibly soft. They smell pleasantly of flowers, and sometimes she flutters them on your face to make you giggle. She doesn't mind if you mess them up a bit, as long as it's not before a concert.

If you have hair long enough to braid, she'll want to do that. She has cute little accessories on her that she uses whenever you let her, cute clips and hair ties that she uses for you specifically. She also really likes it when you braid her hair. She doesn't care if it's not pretty, she just likes that you're the one doing it.

Often, I imagine she gets overwhelmed with the amount of people working on her appearances that sometimes she just asks them to leave and has you help her work on her appearance. It could just be feedback and she'll appreciate it. She just likes being in your presence whenever she's overwhelmed, which can be often if she's especially out on a tour. If you can't be there physically, she'll want to call you, or replay any voice notes you may have sent previously. She saves them all – date, time, named and even the context behind them. She misses you dearly whenever she's away, just doesn't have the time to even express it.

If you're alright with cosmetics of all kinds, she's a little thrilled. She'll want you to try her perfumes and clothes, too. Kisses you directly if you ask for her lip balm or lipgloss, then giggles at the transferred sheen. Likes trying out new eye palette colors on you, trying out new styles of makeup, and often asks for suggestion on her own outfits. She also adores when you both dress up in matching outfits, and has a neat little album of you two consisting of photos that she takes.

Robin can feel a bit shy asking for affection or doing cute couple-things. She really likes the corny things, like indirect kisses from shared straws, being stared at while she's doing something, being kissed in the rain, dancing together, etc.. she also probably saw you eat a lollipop once, and wanted to ask you for a taste, but got too shy and didn't ask. You have to take the initiative and comfort her into asking for these things.

Anyways, if both siblings pine for the same person.. it's gonna be a little strained. Depends on how much they like the reader respectively, but lets assume both of them are head over heels for reader.

Robin and Sunday pining after the same person may either bring them together or put more strain on their already, slightly distant relationship. I feel like Sunday may either support his sister, convince her to pursue you and share you with him, or guilt trip her into not approaching you. Not even as a yandere, Sunday can be a little manipulative and greedy when it comes to his feelings. Ever since Robin left Sunday alone as the head of the Oak Family, I feel like he would harbor a small amount of apathy or even dislike towards her because of it, and on top of that, if she ends up liking you, he'll feel oddly like you've been stolen from him.

Robin.. won't back off so easily however. She's a smart girl, and even if she obliges to her brother's whims, she knows him better than anyone else. She'll probably stay docile for the most part, though. However, she isn't just a pretty face. Just because she remains docile doesn't mean she's given you up completely to her brother. She'll at least remain stubborn on having you to some degree, even if it means straining their relationship a bit.

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 5

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 1,648

screenshot count: 12

taglist: closed

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You stand anxiously in line, waiting for your turn to meet Stray Kids. You, Sun Hee, and Hana had just finished watching the sound check with the rest of the fans who had actually paid hundreds of dollars for this moment. You have to remember to thank Topher properly later. Almost every part about today hasn't felt real and being six feet away from your favorite group is the most unrealistic thing.

You rub your hand down Sun Hee's back, reminding her to calm down. Despite how nervous you are, you're surprisingly calm for someone about to meet the people responsible for your reason for being. They're just men who happened to be famous. You keep reminding yourself of that as you wait. You watch as the group before you say their goodbyes after taking a group picture. You and your friends are the last group for the meet and greet, which bodes well for you, it means that this once in a lifetime moment.

The boys break off into three groups. Lee Know, Han, and I.N in the first group. Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin are in the second group while Felix and Chan made up the last group. The three of you separate, heading to the groups where your respective biases were first.

"Hi!" Felix greets with a big grin, he's been smiling the entire time the meet and greets have been going on, you have no idea how he's doing it.

"Hello," You say quietly, suddenly starstruck at the fact that you were talking to your bais and your current wrecker. Chan stares at you with a half smile, mouth slightly agape. He looks how you feel inside.

They're prettier in person, almost like the camera can't pick up every inch of their beauty.

"What's your name?" Felix asks, nudging his leader with his shoulder.

“Y/n,” You smile.

“That’s a pretty name, it suits you.” Felix smiles.

“Yeah, you’re really pretty. I-I mean your name! Your name is really pretty.” Chan stammers.

“Thank you, I got it for my birthday,” You giggle, mentally cringing at your own joke.

Chan lets out a laugh that is definitely way too loud for the joke you just told. Felix’s smile drops as he lets out a deep sigh and puts his head in his hands. The other boys look over to see what could have happened to their leader.

“Sorry about him, he’s a lot stupider in person. A real himbo if you will,” Felix looks at you with a Cheshire cast smile as he tries to explain Chan’s laugh. Chan glares at the younger boy.

“Is that so? I was going to give this to Chan to hold onto, but I guess I should give it to you, Felix?” You dig in your pocket and pull out an envelope, handing it to Felix.

“I’ll hold onto it. He’s lost the keys to so many hotel rooms, that I’ve lost track. Wouldn’t want him to lose something as precious as this.” Chan winks, taking the envelope out of Felix’s hand and sliding it into his back pocket. Your heart skips a beat. You remind yourself that it’s fan service, that he flirts with all of his other fans like he does on Bubble so there’s no need for you to get all delusional.

“It’s just a few letters. Not much. Just one big letter to all of you and small notes for each of you. Just a thank you.” You say quickly.

“You say ‘just’ a lot.” Felix teases.

“I’m jus—The letter isn’t as important as Chan is making it out to be. That’s what I’m trying to get at.” You curse yourself for the heat rising to your face.

"Cute," Chan mutters under his breath, causing you to blush more. A staff member comes up behind Chan and Felix and whispers something in their ears before moving on to the next group.

"Looks like we have to rotate now. But it was nice meeting you, Y/n." Felix smiles.

"It was a pleasure to meet you two, too. Good luck out there tonight, I'll be cheering you on." You smile.

"I'll hold you to that," Chan smirks. You quickly wave them both goodbye and move over to Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin.

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Despite knowing the entire setlist, actually hearing and experiencing it for yourself feels different. You always joke about injecting their music directly into your veins, but the concert feels like you're doing just that. You and your friends were lucky enough to get barricade spots, putting you directly in the boys' line of sight.

Chan, for whatever reason, has been hovering on your side of the stage for most of the night, only returning to one of the other sides to interact with other fans. But whenever he is on your side, his eyes always seem to find you. He was even in front of you during Charmer, which wasn't even on the set list for any of the other shows on this tour.

"How's everyone doing tonight? Are we having fun?" Han asks into the mic. They had just finished performing S-Class and a few of the members disappeared off the stage.

"I'm having fun!" Seungmin replies from backstage.

"We know you're having fun, Seungmin. You've been hopping around the stage all night." Hyunjin quips.

"I think we all need to calm down a bit, yeah? Save some of that energy for later." Chan adds from the backstage area.

"Are you that old that you're tired already, old man?" Seungmin laughs.

Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, and Lee Know come back from the backstage area carrying stools, four in total. Set the stools in the middle of the stage and join the others on the side.

"No, I just think that it's a beautiful night for some stargazing," Chan adds, throwing his arm around Seungmin's shoulder. The other members share confused looks while I.N looks up, Felix sees and looks up.

"Hyung? We're inside, what are you talking about?" I.N asks.

"The stars, the shining stars!" Chan repeats.

"That's me?" Felix asks confused as to what Chan could be getting at.

"That's not even the right lyric! It's 'The most special star, star, star, star, star, star. The odd onе, that's me.' You call yourselves Stray Kids" Changbin yells.

"We just did S-Class?" Lee Know now questions.

"No, the stars. From Stay." Chan tries to explain, but you understand perfectly what he is trying to get at.

"He's really lost his mind." Seungmin jokes.

"Oh, are you talking about the light sticks?" Hyunjin figures out.

"Yes! Hyunjin, you're officially out of baboracha." Chan jumps in his place out of excitement.

"I'm still lost. It's our symbol for our lightstick a compass?" Han asks, scratching his head.

"You'll see in a second. Stay, can you do me a favor and change your lights to white? And if you don't have a lightstick, your phone cameras will work just as well. Just for this next song." Chan explains as he ushers the boys to the stools.

You pull out your phone and sync your light stick to white, keeping your phone out to take a quick picture of the stars as everyone does the same. Your body freezes as everyone gets quiet and the melody to Hero's Soup starts to play.

You quickly turn around to face the stage to find Chan staring directly at you again. Your heart leaps in your chest. It's abnormal for them to play Hero's Soup during a concert. You're not even entirely sure they've ever performed it outside of radio shows. But something in your chest tightens as you ponder about the events of the night. Tonight has certainly not been a normal Stray Kids concert. You've never been to one, but you've watched enough live streams and recordings to know that. The boys haven't been interacting like they normally do. Chan has been hovering on the side of the stage that you know he shouldn't have been on in moments when he shouldn't have been. His reaction at the meet and greet. The way your eyes have constantly met like he's checking to see if you're having a good time. The way he's been performing harder than he normally does. The fact that he called the flashlight moment stars and the song being sung is your favorite. A song that the group hasn't talked about in years. And how you only told one other person in the world your favorite concert moment and Stray Kids song. The way Chan is looking at you right now as if to tell you that this song--this moment is for you.

But it's ridiculous to think that Topher--your Topher--could have anything to do with this. His only connection with Stray Kids is that he likes the group and happens to share the same name as the leader. Right? But then you think about the strange look you got from all the staff members today during the meet and greet. And how annoyed the staff members at the JYPE building looked when you went to pick up the tickets. And the strange hours Topher would message you back at times. None of the times he would message you were consistent. And how you were even able to get the ticket from Topher, who apparently won them from a contest you knew nothing about despite being deep in the fandom.

But you're just being delusional, right? There's no possible way that you were talking to Bang Chan for months. Right?

"You okay, Y/n?" Sun Hee asks, bumping into you to get your attention.

"Yeah," You quietly reply. You shake the idea out of your mind just as the song ends. You try to put the ridiculous thought out of your head until the concert is over at the very least.

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comicaurora · 9 months

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(sorry for the long ask)

So there's this thing? That's been kind of bothering me, I've noticed it in the shera remake but also other places, where all these faceless minions are just there to show how hard/easy it is for the protagonists to get rid of them.

There's a couple of things, but I think that it just boils down to that they're not treated as characters? The hero will push them into a volcano and celebrate, then get all conflicted when facing the villain captain puppy kicker because "if I kill/hurt you I'll be just as bad" and in the same shot there's a pile of downed henchmen. And I get that, because from a meta perspective it would be hard to animate several hundred or however many individual people all fighting, but it's just weird right? In the show the only people without helmets on 24/7 are the main cast and of course the Rogelio/Kyle/lonnie group. Which is Confusing?? Because it seems like there's only a few options, either every single other person likes wearing the helmets all the time with no breaks, or they're breaking dress code and getting away with it, or "cadets" means they're in training. And somehow way more competent than all the other trained soldiers. It's weird, and I'm not even fully sure how to describe it. Do you have any thoughts?

Faceless minions are a time-honored storytelling tradition that persist despite being slightly reality-breaking story convention because-

They make it very easy to choreograph cool-looking fights against a big pile of interchangeable bad guys

You only need as many extras as you'll be showing together in one shot, meaning you can imply a vast army of evil with only like five costumes/character models

They make it easier to pick out the heroes in group shots and fights

They provide contrast against the important villains with unique designs

Easy protagonist disguises for sneaking around in

This is pretty useful stuff, but it does all feed into the effect that armies of faceless minions are generally not composed of full-fledged characters. They're a pile of broadly interchangeable mooks. This is one of those things that's technically dubious from a realism standpoint, but I honestly don't think it's automatically a bad thing for a story to make it really easy to tell who's an important character and who's an interchangeable obstacle in their way.

This does get shaky when the characters start acting like that. To them, in the reality of their story, those mooks ARE real, dangerous people, and their facelessness doesn't detract from that. The protagonist's morality shouldn't depend on how important a character is to the plot or how unique their design is, and that character inconsistency is the more disruptive bit of writing. Mowing down minions by the truckload only to spare the big bad makes it feel like the main character is standing apart from their own story and making the kind of value judgment the audience is, and that's weird. It's not weird that the faceless minions exist, it's weird that the protagonist evidently doesn't see them as real people.

But that doesn't mean every stormtrooper or background orc or ninja needs their own unique design, name and backstory. Narrative conventions exist for a reason, and while I do love a setting that feels like it's absolutely full of unique main characters all living their own lives, it's absolutely not mandatory. Sometimes things in stories are made unrealistic so they don't undercut the impact of the story itself, whether that's simple theater sets that don't draw the eye away from the actors, unrealistic lighting so a movie viewer can actually see what's going on, song and dance numbers, flashy showstopping villains, or convenient armies of ninjas to take down with one punch each. Storytelling has its own tools.

#asks #writing stuff

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weirdmarioenemies · 16 days

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Name: Melon Bug (again)

Debut: Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island

(I wanted to write some more about Melon Bug, and I liked the original post just fine, so this post will be a continuation since that one was so short!)

An isopod! Oh, joyous day! It may not look like one at all with that big ol’ nose, but when it’s rolled up, there is no mistaking it! Here’s a very fun fact: when an isopod curls into a ball, it’s called conglobation! Use that in your everyday lives.

Melon Bug technically isn’t an enemy, you know the drill, weird Mario friends, that usual thing. When curled up, Yoshi can lick them up and spit them out, defeating enemies they hit! Could this be the first instance of weaponized isopods?

The Player's Guide says "These feisty hoppers transform from bug to melon and back again." Feisty? They're only slightly more feisty than a real pill bug! And a real pill bug has a negative Feistiness Level. I don't think whoever wrote this has played the game, since Melon Bug is harmless! I also don't think they know about real pill bugs, because they clearly can't cogitate conglobation. A bug transforming into a melon? How unrealistic! What do they think this is, Trip World?

I think "Melon Bug" is a very good name. An incredible name, even! When Melon Bug curls up, it, obviously, resembles a melon, what with both being round with stripes. While real pill bugs don't really have "stripes", their tergites (armor plates) do give a "lined" appearance. If you ask me, Melon Bug could be a good name even for real terrestrial isopods!

What do YOU call pill bugs? I've always called them roly-polies, but they have so many wacky names. Woodlouse? Yeah sure, a bug that lives under wood, why not! Butchy-boy? I don't get it, but it's funny. Then there are all the names comparing them to pigs which I just do not get, but groundhogs also get compared to pigs in common names a lot, so maybe people just don't know pigs as well as they like to think. And THEN! England gave them a bunch of CHEESE-related names. What is happening over there? Are British people somehow making cheese from isopod secretions? Why would you call this creature a CHEESELOG? That's a straight up food! I kind of love this name for them for being so ridiculous! Anyway, my point with all this is that Melon Bug would be more actually fitting than the majority of the common names these have been given, but sometimes it is more fun to be unfitting!

Isn't it weird how Melon Bug's art doesn't quite look like the sprite? Such bulging eyes in the art, but little dots in-game... well, we now know the reason!

Remember Super Donkey, from the 2020 gigaleak? I feel like it's been far too forgotten for how interesting it is! Anyway, as I mentioned when talking about that game, Melon Bug was originally designed for it! It seems like the Yoshi's Island art was drawn before they decided to shrink its sclerae, and lighten its colors, but after they decided to give it little red shoes.

If you grew up calling roly-polies something else, or if you know fun names from other languages, I would love to hear them! And I hope you love and appreciate these creatures! They are so common and easy to observe, so rather than get jaded to their presence, celebrate them, and you will be able to find delight whenever you turn over a log!

#melon bug #yoshis island #super mario world 2: yoshis island #mario entities #weird mario all stars #mod chikako

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dimlylittorch · 4 months

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Sugar and Spice: Edition 1

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x soft!reader/chubby!reader

Ghost with a new-hire!reader who is just the sweetest person <3 (this is probably very unrealistic in the sense of how Ghost would actually act, but i figured it was alright to get creative😭)

My Masterlist🌱

Warnings: Fluff

(Alludes to smut at the end, might make this a series with actual smut if you guys like this/request it to be a series!)

Ghost had never been one to find comfort in others. The other men on base would spend their nights with barrack bunnies, or anyone they could find, really. Ghost didn’t need it. He told himself he didn’t, anyways. His heart never did quite believe it. He’d toss and turn at night, promising himself he was a big man. He didn’t need comfort. He didn’t need someone to hold. At least that’s what he told himself.

He’d make his usual rounds, day in and day out when he wasn’t on a mission. Paperwork, meetings, etc. It was known among the men that the barracks bunnies weren’t exclusively barracks bunnies. They’d have other jobs, whether that be fellow soldiers, secretaries, anything you can think of. Yes, this technically was against the rules about no relations with coworkers. But in this line of work, everyone needed someone. The rules were overlooked for the sake of everyone’s sanity. Hardly anything bad ever came from the interactions, only an occasional incident of two people wanting one person on the same night, leading to a small argument. The barracks bunnies did their part, some better at different things. Men and women alike, they all were kind and respectful, just like how they wanted to be treated in return. It was a good system. One Ghost had yet to participate in. He had a bit of a grudge against the whole system. Annoyed he couldn’t let himself get involved with it. Frustrated at how everyone was able to relax except for him. He looked down on the barrack bunnies- considered them attention whores.. when really he was just mad at himself for not being able to let himself go. Not even for one night.

There was a new hire on base, an archivist. Of course, this was an unusual job. There hadn’t really been one on base before. Captain Price thought they would be a good addition to the team, helping them stay organized. Price had called a meeting to go over the plans for an upcoming mission, and a new face walked into the room, much to Ghost’s surprise. You walk in carefully, clearly trying not to cause too much of a disturbance. Suddenly Price speaks up, announcing your name and new position. You smile awkwardly, giving a small little wave to the rest of the room before scurrying to your seat, sitting down with a small sigh of relief. Ghost always sat in the back of the room.. and you sat next to him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you look different from everyone else in the room. You’re soft. Not much muscle, pudgy body parts.. a sweet demeanor. It’s not something he’s used to at all. It surprises him. What was a sweet kid like you doing in a place like this?

The meeting drags on, different people going over plans and information. You sit gently, one leg laid flat over the other, your foot bouncing a little. Ghost stared at your moving foot, not having much else to focus on. Suddenly he reaches out, gently grabbing your shoe, stopping its movement.

“Sit still.” He growls under his breath before letting go, looking back up at Price without ever giving you an ounce of eye contact.

You flinch a little at his touch, surprised. You quickly put your leg down, arms now crossed gently over your chest as you look at the floor, cheeks slightly flushed at being called out. A little while passes and the meeting ends. Ghost normally waits for everyone to leave before even bothering to get up, his presence dominating in the back of the room. People bustle out.. everyone except you. When most people have cleared out, you stand up gently, looking down at him. You reach out your hand.

“I’m y/n.” You say softly. “I’m sorry I got on your nerves.. I know little things like that can bother people.” He tilts his head up to look at you, his brown eyes peering into your own.

“Don’t apologize. To me or anyone else. Makes you look weak.” He says gruffly before standing up, peering down at you.

Instead of taking your hand, he gently grabs your wrist, lifting it up in front of your face.

“Don’t do handshakes either.” He murmurs before slipping past you, heading for the door after he releases your wrist. You suddenly turn, watching him leave.

“Why?” You say softly, head tilting out of confusion. He looks back at you, dark eyes sharp.

“I don’t like them.” He says sternly before leaving the room. You’re left standing in the meeting room by yourself, watching through the window as he walks away.

…

The next day, you’re setting your things up in your new office. You’re only down the hall from the offices of the more important people on base, like Captain Price or Lieutenant Riley. You’d met Price, but you didn’t know Lieutenant Riley yet. Little did you realize he was the one you’d spoken to in the meeting. On your way to work, you’d decided to stop by the store to pick up a few things for your office. A new lamp, a new charger for your laptop, etc. While you were there you saw these mini gift basket assortments, filled with a few different types of candy and a little stuffed animal. You smiled when you saw them, thinking about how it might be a good idea to leave a nice impression on your new office neighbors. You grabbed a few, smiling to yourself as you drove to work, excited to try and make a few new friends. You were ever the optimist, always hoping other people would appreciate things like you did.

You slip into the hallway out of your office, walking down the hall and setting the gift baskets in each of the other offices little mailboxes outside of the door. They were just small enough to fit inside of the wedge, so you didn’t have to bother whoever was inside. You get to Lieutenant Riley’s office, and the door is open. You pause when you see the man from the meeting, the one that has been wearing a skull mask. He looks up, hearing your footsteps, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Lieutenant Riley..” you say softly, eyes meeting his. “I didn’t realize it was you I’d spoken to.”

You step forward, walking up to his desk before you gently set the little gift basket at the center of it, on top of his paperwork.

“Since you’re here- I’ll give it to you directly.” You chuckle faintly, looking down as you feel his hard gaze on you.

He picks up the gift basket, looking at it. It becomes humorously small in his large hand.

“A basket.” He mutters, sparing you a glance.

“A basket.” You repeat softly, confirming his words. “I just.. I..” you say quietly, trying to think of how you could explain your thought process to a large, brooding man like him. “I saw them at the store. And I thought-“ he cuts you off suddenly.

“-Thought you’d try and get on your coworkers good side?” He mutters, voice laced with disapproval.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like.” He mutters, setting the basket aside.

You sigh softly, looking up, meeting his eyes.

“Yes- okay, I wanted to try and make some friends.. I like being nice. And I thought you guys might appreciate it.”

He glances up and down, sizing you up.

“If you like being nice, be a barracks bunny. And go do it somewhere else.” He spits out quietly, pointing to the door, gesturing for you to leave.

You pause and your head tilts as you look at him with a confused gaze.

“Barracks bunny?” Your soft voice murmurs. “Is that.. some kind of..?” Your voice continues, laced with curiosity.

“You don’t know what a barracks bunny is? Have you even worked on a military base before?” He grunts out, looking up at you from his desk.

“No sir.” You whisper softly, feeling the weight of his gaze.

He sighs a little, rubbing his temple as he stands up, walking around the desk and leaning on the front of it.

“A barracks bunny is someone on base who sleeps around.” He says shortly, looking at you with a hard stare while his arms are crossed firmly over his chest.

A small look of realization crosses your face.. but you don’t look flustered like he expected you to.

“Oh.” You whisper softly. “I didn’t think I was the type.” You chuckle quietly.

“The bloody hell is that supposed to mean?” He grunts out, confused by your lack of embarrassment. He just told you to be a slut, for godsake.

“Well- I’m not exactly a model.” You chuckle softly, looking at him with a small smile. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

His eyes are locked on yours when he sees your smile. You were so goddamn soft. Before he knows it, you’re turning and leaving the room. He reaches forward, lightly wrapping his large hand around your wrist.

“Don’t be a barracks bunny.” He says quietly, voice oddly soft.

You turn to look up at him, brow creasing.

“Why?” You ask softly. “It doesn’t sound that bad.. someone to be with every night.” You chuckle faintly, gaze leaving his own as you look down, subtly eyeing his hand on your wrist.

Your words made him remember why people did it.. that craving for a connection. He felt his heart twist a little at the reminder that he may be a soldier- but he didn’t even get that release.

“Some of the men wouldn’t know how to treat you.” His low voice murmurs, eyes scanning your body again and realizing truly just how soft you are.. one of the softest people he’s seen in a long time.

You look up at him again, a small teasing smirk on your lips.

“How to treat me?” You grin. “I’m not exactly difficult if anyone bothered to try.” You snort with amusement.

His grasp on your wrist tightens and he pulls you close to him, pulling you back inside of his office and closing the door.

“You’re.. softer than they’re used to. They won’t know what you deserve.” He murmurs quietly, gently standing in front of you, you now stuck between his desk and him.

A small look of realization crosses over your face and your smile fades slightly.

“Right. They won’t want me.” You whisper, eyes meeting the floor.

He leans forward slowly, his skull mask almost grazing against your ear.

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on..” he murmurs quietly into your ear.

His hands reach out, gently holding your thighs and squeezing them slightly.

“They don’t know how good it feels to have someone soft.. someone they can’t break.”

You gasp quietly at his touch, not used to someone holding you so firmly. He wasn’t scared of you.. he wasn’t nervous like most guys would be. You knew he wasn’t ashamed of touching you.. of liking you. He knew what he was doing. It had been a while for him.. but it was like riding a bike. He never really forgot what it felt like to hold someone. Which is why the lack of it hurt all the worse.

“Do you..” you start whisper, but your voice trails off.

“Do I what, love?” His low voice rings out.

There’s a quiet pause as you try to work up the nerve to ask.

“Do you always get with people like me?”

His body stills and he pulls back, pulling his skull mask off and cupping your chin, looking into your eyes.

“You’re not a fetish, if that’s what you’re asking.” He murmurs, almost sounding offended.

“I- I didn’t mean anything.” You whisper quickly, cheeks heating up from the thought of upsetting him. “I just.. I want to be sure. Surely you understand that.. you said yourself other guys don’t know how to treat us.”

He sighs softly, pulling his balaclava above his nose, his dry but soft lips now visible.

“Trust me, love.. I know. I’ve always liked them soft.. not that there’s anything wrong with being skinny.” He murmurs quietly as he kisses your jawline, stealing your breath away. “But I’m a bigger bloke.. I don’t have to worry about you slipping away.”

You chuckle faintly at his words, realizing how he understood what it was like to be bigger. He was tall and broad.. you were two sides of the same coin.

“For what it’s worth.. I like your size.” You whisper quietly, wanting to reassure him like he reassured you. “You probably give the best hugs..” you murmur quietly, slipping your hands forward, around his waist and hugging him gently.

He chuckles at your words, slipping his arms around your body and hugging you back. When was the last time someone had complimented him?

“Silly little one, you are.” He whispers into your ear before kissing the skin underneath it. “All soft.. buying me and everyone else presents.. just to make sure we like you, hm?”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest.

“You have to admit.. it worked pretty well, considering you’re holding me.” You grin teasingly as you place a small kiss to his chest through his compression shirt.

He grins a little as he feels your kiss and soaks up your words. He hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. He was finally holding someone. Some soft little archivist managed to break him open in the blink of an eye..

“Right you are.” He murmurs quietly, a small smile heard in his tone. “Don’t go being a barracks bunny.. you’d be better off as mine.”

“I could be a barracks bunny.. you just have to tell the boys how nice I am.” You murmur teasingly into his chest.

He growls a little, tightening his grasp on you.

“Only ones that get you will be under my supervision.” He murmurs, tone serious. “I’ll have to teach them how to treat a soft little thing like you.” He grunts into your ear.

Truth be told, he liked the idea of having you in front of others.. of proving that he wasn’t just some cold bastard. That he got a soft little thing like you all to himself.. that at the end of the day, he was yours. Even Simon Ghost Riley could let himself be held. Let himself be wanted.

“I can live with that..” you chuckle sweetly against his chest.

Hope you guys liked reading this!!! If you’d like it to be a series, please let me know! If it was a series, there would eventually be smut!

Asks are always open and so are tips!! Love you guys <3

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the-smut-analyst · 7 months

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Making Characters That Make Sense

Walk-through character template & "how to" guide for writing complex, original protagonists.

If you google "character templates for writing", you'll get a lot of very basic examples that read like a grocery list: eye colour, hair colour, skin colour, positive traits, negative traits, etc.

And sure, filling out this kind of template isn't completely useless - but it's also not particularly useful, either. Choosing whether your protagonist has blue eyes or green eyes isn't going to determine whether readers connect with them or not.

Instead, I prefer to use the below template:

There's some fairly left-of-centre categories here, so in this blog post I'll be creating a character from scratch to demonstrate what each section means and how to use the template effectively.

Primary Goal & Raison D'Être

Fantasy Romance is having a bit of a tournament-to-the-death moment right now, with Hunger Games-inspired stories like Fourth Wing, Throne of Glass, The Savior's Champion, and The Serpent and the Wings of Night in high demand - so that's what we're going to work with in today's blog post.

The story premise and primary goal of the protagonist are almost always interconnected. In this case, the story premise is a tournament to the death - and the character's main goal is to win that tournament, obviously.

But where there's room for some originality is in the raison d'être. This loosely translates to "reason for being" or "purpose". It's the why of it.

For example: what motivated this character to risk their life by entering such a tournament in the first place?

It is sometimes helpful to look at similar stories when thinking about this category. Not so you can copy their protagonist's motivations - but so you can do something different.

The whole selfless-self-sacrifice thing, for example - that's done. At least in relation to this particular sub-genre. We can do better for our hypothetical Maera Mystfang character.

Actually, let's really turn the trope on its head and make her raison d'être incredibly self-centred.

Already, this is character is shaping up to be something a little bit different within the niche of tournaments to the death. Which goes to show how putting a little bit of thought can go a long way, even with something as simple as identifying your character's initial purpose.

Primary Obstacle

Every protagonist needs a goal - and every goal needs an obstacle. This is what gives the story some tension and keeps readers turning the page.

An obvious choice of obstacle for this hypothetical character, since we're dealing with a fantasy romance, would be that Maera starts to develop feelings for one of her fellow competitors.

This concept has definitely been done, but that's okay. Not every section of this list has to break the mould. Tropes exist for a reason and it is totally okay to lean into them sometimes.

However, just for funsies, I'm going to try and put a slightly different spin on this one too.

Instead of the obvious "I love one of the people I'm meant to kill", let's make Maera's (previously dormant) conscience be the problem. Her reasons for entering the tournament may have been self-motivated, but as she gets to know her fellow competitors - admires some of them, even - she starts to second guess those reasons.

Core Traits

A lot of character templates will divide personality traits into positives and negatives - but I don't think this is particularly helpful. It is far too one dimensional - not to mention unrealistic. The key components of someone's personality aren't usually so black and white.

In fact, most core traits are both good and bad at the same time - it just depends on the context.

Instead of being wholly positive or negative, try to think of three core character traits that can serve as two sides of the same coin, with both positive and negative implications to each.

For Maera, I've given her these core traits:

Self-reliant;

Rebellious; and

Good-humoured.

Her self-reliance means that she is incredibly capable - but it's also the cause of her selfishness. She's always had to look after herself, so she expects others to do the same.

Her rebellious attitude means she isn't willing to accept the status quo. But at times she is also a rebel without a cause, causing trouble just for the fun of it.

Her good sense of humour means she is fun to be around, but she also tends to not take things as seriously as she should.

Thinking of core traits in this multi-faceted way not only adds realistic complexity, but it also sets you up well for showcasing character development and growth throughout the story.

Fatal Flaw & Character Arc / Growth

You've probably read negative reviews that throw around terms like "Mary Sue" or "Gary Stu". People tend to be over-zealous with these terms, especially for Mary Sue, but the gist of it is that the character in question is "too perfect".

They're the chosen one, they're good at everything, all the boys like them, etc.

Some characters can get away with this just fine. Look at Aragorn. He's the ultimate Gary Stu but I still swoon every time he opens those damn doors. You know the scene I'm talking about.

Ooft.

But for the most part, you want to incorporate a fatal flaw into your protagonists - because this is what gives them room to grow.

And, no. "I was born to be King but I don't wanna" does not count as a fatal flaw.

Instead, think bigger. Think worse. Think about where your character starts versus where you want them to end up. Think about how you want the events of the narrative to change their world view - or even their initial goal.

For Maera, her fatal flaw is pretty obvious, given her initial motivations for entering the tournament. Similarly, her growth/arc is linked to her primary obstacle, which is developing a conscious.

Her journey throughout this hypothetical story might be learning to appreciate how her past shaped her, while also acknowledging that there are things she can do to ensure others don't have to go through what she did. By being shown acts of kindness, she learns to appreciate their value.

First Impression

Now that we've covered all the "big picture" stuff, let's get into some of the smaller details that give your character some texture.

The first impression category is a hypothetical exercise where you image how your character might appear to a room full of strangers. In dual, multi, or omniscient POVs, you might even get the opportunity to include this impression somewhere in the story.

But even for first-person narratives, it is still worth thinking about, because it will help to inform how other characters interact and respond to your protagonist (at least at first).

For Maera, I've written this first impression as: a fun person to have a few drinks with - so long as you keep a close eye on your wallet.

From this description, we can guess that Maera probably likes to have a good time, but also comes across as untrustworthy. Whether that impression is deserved or not is up to you, as the author, to decide.

There's also a lot of deeper directions you can take this first impression category, too. Like if most people react to Maera this way, but one particular character doesn't, then your readers are going to sit up and pay extra attention during that interaction. Especially when that person reacting atypically is the future love interest.

Spirit Animal

Ah, this one is a fun one!

I always encourage my authors to assign a "spirit animal" to their characters - especially when they're doing multi-POV.

There are two main reasons for this:

It will allow you to assign some very distinct adjectives and verbs with that particular character; and

It is an opportunity to flesh out some additional character traits beyond the core traits.

For Maera, I've chosen "spider" because she is solitary by nature, opportunistic, and patient.

But, more than that, I also like the idea of Maera being the kind of person who knows how to watch and wait. While her first impression might be "here for the good times", her joking façade is actually a mask she wears while carefully observing others.

For example:

Her words were laced with venom. She crawled her way across the rooftop. At some point, weaving lies had become more of a past time that a necessity. Her thoughts were a tangled mess. She didn't bother to conceal her predatory gaze. Inch by cautious inch, she crept forward. Her sanity was already hanging by a thread. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was spin a good story - truth be damned.

I've never outright compared Maera to a spider in these examples, nor have I made it blatantly obvious that that's what I'm doing. But by peppering these kinds or words throughout the story, I'll be able to subtly create a very distinct kind of impression for her character.

For comparison's sake, let's assign "cat" to the love interest. Examples of possible words to consider in this instance might be:

He clawed his way through the bushes. "What are you doing?" he hissed. The comment had some bite to it, that was for sure. He slunk away into the darkness. His still, unwavering focus was unnerving. He prowled towards her. In a few quick, agile steps, he'd made it across the parapet. He yawned and stretched out beside her.

Of course, not every single word you use in association with a character needs to be related to their spirit animal. But keeping a certain type of animal in mind - and finding opportunities to throw in some subtle messaging through language choice - can be beneficial on so many levels.

It helps to distinguish your characters from one another through the kind of language you use to describe them - but it's also just really, really fun way to add some bonus texture to your characters. Giving your readers some little easter eggs like this is never a bad thing.

Love Language

If you're unfamiliar with the concept of the five basic love languages, then here's a quick visual overview:

Love languages aren't a consideration that's specific to romance. They're important for friendships and familial relationships too.

Because thinking about what your protagonist values most in love is going to tell you a lot about who they are. Especially when you take the question deeper and think about why this is something they value.

For Maera, I've chosen "Acts of Service" because this ties in quite well to her character arc.

In terms of Maera's why, I could easily go with "because this was how she was shown love as a child" - and this is a good enough option most of the time. However, since her love language is very much tied into growing out of her fatal flaw, then I actually want to do the opposite.

Maera winds up valuing acts of service because this is something she craved - and wasn't given - as a child. She had to do things the hard way instead. Hence why she ends up appreciating the kindness of others so much. Such generosity is new to her - and precious.

Conflict Response

This is potentially one of the most overlooked character components. Conflict and tension is central to story telling, yet there is so little attention given to creating authentic, original responses to conflict.

The way I see it, there are three main considerations in regards to conflict response:

How your character reacts in the moment;

The unhealthy methods they use to deal with the aftermath; and

The healthy methods they use (or discover) to self-sooth.

When faced with conflict, Maera's immediate reaction is to antagonise. She doesn't like to back down and enjoys creating trouble.

However, in the aftermath, the conflict affects her more than she lets on. She stews on it - and her solution to that is to get drunk until she can forget about it completely.

But even though she sometimes forgets it, Maera has a more healthy coping mechanism at her disposal. When she is surrounded by nature - in the forest, by the sea, whatever - it calms her.

In addition to identifying your protagonist's various responses to conflict, it is also helpful to think about why. Again, this is a great opportunity to insert something unique into their character backstory.

With Maera, for example, let's think about why she finds nature so soothing. Perhaps, amidst a very bleak childhood, one of her fondest memories is of picking grapes in a vineyard.

Perhaps the elderly woman who owned the vineyard was very rude and abrupt - but also quite kind to Maera in her own way. Maybe she would sometimes stitch up Maera's clothes or feed Maera a hearty, meaty dinner - even though she didn't have to.

If you're struggling to think of a real, tangible, unique memory such as this - then it's always helpful to go back to the old classic of write what you know. Think of a real life moment or memory - something that's stuck with you, no matter how simple - then adapt it to your character.

To create this vineyard example, I simply drew on my experience of picking strawberries with my Nonna after school.

Mentor / Idol

I could write an entire thesis on mentors. Or, more specifically, the "death of the mentor" trope - both in its literal and metaphorical interpretations.

But, for the sake of brevity, let's save that sh*t for another time and focus on what's important for a basic (yet complex) character template. And that is:

The Formative Mentor (past); and

Transformative Mentor (present).

The formative mentor (or idol) is someone who influenced your character prior to the events of the novel. Sometimes they're a character the reader will meet, or other times, they're long gone before the novel even begins.

The transformative mentor is a much looser term. It doesn't necessarily have to be a traditional mentor character, but rather it is a character who heavily influences or changes your protagonist throughout the events of the novel.

For Maera, I want her earliest idol to be a random female sell-sword who she crossed paths with. Prior to meeting this sell-sword, Maera was living without hope for a future, surviving on scraps and petty crime.

But after seeing an independent and moderately wealthy sell-sword in her local tavern, Maera got a glimpse into the kind of life that might be possible if she learned to fight. With the right kind of skills, she might be able to earn some decent money for a change - and travel the world.

This is an example of how "mentors" don't always have to be a wise wizard who oversees your protagonist's training and education. Young minds are impressionable - and even distant figures can have a lasting impact.

Just look at all the women who cite Legally Blonde as the reason why they were drawn to law. Elle Woods wasn't even real - but for plenty of young girls, she made an impact.

Similarly, your protagonist's "present" mentor or idol doesn't necessarily have to be a wise wizard either. It can simply be someone who motivates them to change their world view or strive to be better.

In romance, it is more than acceptable to have the present mentor coincide with the love interest - especially in standalone enemies-to-lovers. I know this seems counter-intuitive, since the word "mentor" implies a power imbalance, but it makes more sense if you readjust your definition of mentor to be "inspires change".

However, for Maera, I kind of like the idea of pairing her up with a love interest who shares some of her flaws. I vibe with the idea of making him a bit self-interested too, although for different reasons.

So in her example, I've listed the present mentor as a selfless secondary character. The way I would envision this going is Maera and the love interest team up early on - but somewhere along the way a secondary character saves them both. They're both heavily influenced by this character before this character sacrifices themselves. The aftermath of this incident rattles both Maera and her love interest, and serves as the spark for growth.

I hope you found this template - and very long explanation - useful!

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i think you're onto something with the romance novels world and plot points needing to mirror the kind of outlandishness of the love story. bc the main characters are already inherently acting absurd just by falling madly in love in a month or whatever and then if you add in the contrivances of romance tropes, it starts to feel like whiplash trying to pretend the characters live in any sort of grounded "normal" world. Like when the author adds in a family conflict subplot where the MC is like in absolute shambles because her mom said something slightly passive aggressive at lunch. that reads as more jarring to me than like conflict being something ridiculous that her mom doesn't want her being a marine biologist bc they come from a long line of fishmongers. Give me absurd drama to match the over the top dialogue and character emotions, I knew it would be unrealistic it's a romance novel! I guess this applies more to romcoms, but the same would apply I think to an analogous serious scenario. Or at least that's my take on it

okay so having just finished genuinely the most boring romance novel I have ever read in my LIFE I'm going to expand on this a little so thank you for sending an ask that gives me such a great platform to do that

I personally generally prefer a romance that just gets fucking silly with it, like really outlandish. A Lady for the Duke (Alexis Hall) is obviously the dream, being a whole swoony historical trans-affirming fantasy, but contemporary fake relationship stories can also be fun in their sheer ridiculousness, like Love, Hate, and Clickbait (Liz Bowery), which I actually liked, and Unfortunately Yours (Tessa Bailey), which I did not like but was very funny. and let's not forget queen Helen Hoang's Bride Test, which has a premise that dances perilously close to human trafficking but all works out in the end!!!

BUT HAVING SAID THAT. I don't think that something needs to be totally implausible to be a good romance. two of my very favorites romance novels anywhere ever are Helen Hoang's Heart Principle (no one should be surprised Hoang is on her twice I adore her) and Akwaeke Emezi's You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty. both of these books are very grounded in reality but with very uncommon situations to heighten emotions and add urgency; in Hoang's case it's a character's adult autism diagnosis + death of a parent and in Emezi's case it's a very sudden and #problematic attraction coming out of absolutely nowhere. the stakes are very real, mostly centering around being true to yourself v disappointing your family, but the circumstances are still wild enough to make you say "god DAMN" and keep turning pages. hell, I'll even be extremely generous and include Mistakes Were Made (Meryl Wilsner) which is kind of a flop but does have the intriguing premise of "what if you were fucking a milf but her kid was YOUR BEST FRIEND and it was a secret?"

those are like the two sweet spots TO ME, and this book I just read (which was Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz, I feel so bad putting it on blast but I know people are going to ask) really solidified it for me because TYFS didn't fall into either of those categories. I'm going to say something absolutely insane, which is that multiple times while I was reading it I found myself wishing that the book was fanfic, because on its own it just... didn't bring a lot to the table? it falls into the grounded category but doesn't really bring any of those heightened stakes to the story, it's just 330 pages of people in their late twenties complaining about dating and their office jobs. if I wanted that I could just ask my group chat! there's nothing particularly particularly gripping about watching made up strangers do it!

but then I was like oh hang on... if this was two fictional characters who are usually fighting with swords or throwing cars at each other or something this would be so gripping. it's literally the coffee shop AU principle, right? like seeing people in a very mundane setting having an office job and going to a bar is very shrimpteresting when they're normally defusing space bombs. I was explaining this to my housemates and I couldn't think of a straight couple to apply it to (the book is m/f) so I said Naruto and Sasuke, which is crazy because I've never seen a single episode of Naruto, but like. idk Naruto being a museum curator who has to work with Sasuke, a marketing specialist who he had beef with a summer camp 14 years ago, sounds kind of compelling, right? definitely more than just two people I don't know.

there's a post on here that I think about a lot that talks about why advertising a story with tropes doesn't work for original fiction as well as it does for fan fic because knowing the tropes is more helpful when you already have a sense of investment in the characters and their personalities, and I think this is related to that! I think sometimes you NEED to have a wider sense of scope for the characters for them to be interesting in a very mundane setting!

ANYWAY. much to consider, etc.

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Smelling Like Roses

Paring: Roommates!Nomin (Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin) x Female Reader, Na Jaemin x Female Reader

Preview: “Let’s make some porn Jaems.” He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. “Of us Jeno?” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red, he’s admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldn’t think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.

Jeno just laughed at his reaction, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes crinkling shut. “No, Jaemin. Well, yes, I guess so. We’d have a girl involved, obviously, but you’re majoring in photography and videography, you could film, I could fuck. It would be perfect, and people love amateur porn.”

Jaemin’s cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jeno’s always horny. It could possibly work.

Word Count: 13.9k

Genre: Non-Idol AU, College AU

Warnings: Smut, mature language/cursing, fluff (a lot), not proofread, unrealistic porn themes i guess, not really a warning but y/n and jaemin are a complicated couple (kind of, not really)

Smut Warnings: Threesome, recording while having sex, innocent reader gets slightly used but it's consensual, jeno and jaemin are kinda mean, use of sex toys (nipple clamps, a dildo, and a vibrator, a butt plug), bondage rope is mentioned but it isn't used, hints of dumbification, praising, pet names, degradation, slight cumplay, dacryphilia, corruption

a/n: okay, so, this has a ton of fluff and to be honest i didn’t mean for it to have this much but it just happened. i hope this doesn’t suck ass and that you enjoy it. also, let me know if i missed something with the warnings.

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There, the bold word read: EVICTION, to the two boys. When Jeno came home from class that day, he saw the eviction notice taped to his and Jaemin’s door, seeing the red letters immediately made his heart drop and breath pick up.

“Jaemin, man, we need money.” Jeno looked over at his roommate in time to see him roll his eyes. “No shit, Jeno. I’m so glad you can read man; college is really doing you some good.”

Jaemin and Jeno were four months behind on their rent, with partially filled promises, the boys kept asking for an extension on their deadline, but they weren’t able to make it. The landlord of the building they were staying in had been gracious, used to the tenants being college students, she was used to having deadlines not being met. Every tenant was able to make rent by the time of the new deadline. However, the renters Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno weren’t able to make it within the four extensions they were given.

“What are we going to do? We need four months’ worth of rent by the end of this month.” Jeno ran his hand through his bleached hair and tugged on the roots. “I can always pick up more hours at the café and the bookstore.” Jaemin’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he started rubbing his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache.

Jeno heard Jaemin’s idea and spoke up, “I’ll ask for more hours at the rink, I can see if I can start teaching one of the kid’s classes.” With the taunting topic of being kicked out looming over them, imagining Jeno teaching little kids how to play hockey was able to brighten Jaemin’s mood a little bit.

“Will we even be able to make enough by the deadline just by picking up extra shifts?” Jeno asked, praying Jaemin would have a positive answer. When Jeno turned his head to look at him, all he saw was the sight of Jaemin shaking his head “no”.

“Let’s make some porn Jaems.” He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. “Of us Jeno?” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red, he’s admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldn’t think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.

Jaemin’s cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jeno’s always horny. It could possibly work.

“What kind of video should we make then? You watch too much porn for your own good, in my opinion, so you should have a whole porn library in that head. The only type of library for that matter.” Jaemin wasn’t liking this idea, but if it would keep them in their apartment, he would be able to be convinced.

Grabbing his phone, he searched for one of the many videos he had saved. There was a specific type of video he was thinking about. “I’m going to ignore your comment about the amount of porn I watch, I’m an adult, I can do what I want. But anyways, how about a casting couch video? They’re pretty hot if you ask me and they're popular videos.”

“What exactly is a casting couch?” Not wanting to chit chat about porn for too much longer, Jaemin asked the question he wasn’t exactly wanting the answer to. Jeno turned his phone around to show Jaemin the screen.

“Well, normally it's a younger and sort of innocent girl who is new to the industry, and the person behind the camera kind of uses her a bit, for their own pleasure and to get a good video.” He was starting to get a bit excited, the thought of possibly being able to make his favorite type of porn was finally catching up to him.

“That's a bit fucked up Jeno.” Although Jaemin voiced disgust for it, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the screen. There was a girl on the couch looking up at the camera while playing with her clit, the man holding the camera had two fingers in her mouth and was fucking them down her throat, drool was spilling out the sides of the girl’s mouth as she was gagging. Her motions on her clit were speeding up and she was about to cum until the man removed his hand from her mouth and took her hands off her pussy.

“Yeah, but it's hot, popular, and cheap to make. All you need is a couch, a camera, and a girl.” They had a couch, Jaemin had a camera, all they needed was a girl. “Who are we going to do this with then?”

"What about the girl you've been seeing for a bit Jaem? She's cute, seems innocent enough, and there's a good chance she’ll be comfortable around you." Jeno asked as soon as he saw a message from you light up Jaemin's phone. Jaemin saw where Jeno’s line of sight had gone and so he snatched his phone off the table as quick as possible. You were his.

"Y/n? Her and I are getting somewhat serious, and I really like her, I'd hate to scare her off." Jaemin also didn't really want Jeno touching you.

"Well, don't you think she'd feel weird if you were filming another girl?" Jeno had Jaemin cornered, he would only want to do this with you and not another girl, but on the other hand, he didn't want you to be too freaked out. Even though Jaemin didn’t want other people to see you like that, specifically Jeno, he couldn’t help but imagine the sight of you in a state like that. He liked that sight, a lot.

"I guess we can bring it up when she comes over for dinner tomorrow." As soon as Jaemin gave in, Jeno grabbed his laptop off the table and headed to the couch.

Jaemin walked over to where Jeno was now sitting to see why he had grabbed his laptop so quickly. He assumed Jeno had gone onto Pornhub to gather ideas, or to just get horny. But once the screen of the computer was visible to him, Jaemin saw him on a website that sold sex toys. Sighing and starting to regret sawing he’d ask you, Jaemin tried to take the computer from Jeno.

“C’mon man, we’re not trying to torture her here, I thought we’d go a vanilla route for the time being.” Jeno however, was able to move the computer out of Jaemin’s reach. “Now why would we do that? People like kinky shit Jaems.” Rolling his eyes once again Jaemin argued, “No, you like kinky shit.”

Even though Jaemin acted as if he was revolted, he’d would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of doing those types of things with and to you. Tying you up, not letting you cum, not letting you stop cumming, making you cry, fucking your pussy while shoving a dildo down your throat, using an inflatable butt plug, dressing you up in frills and fucking you dumb, the list was honestly endless. Jaemin didn’t tell anyone about what he wanted to do to you, not Jeno, not you, he barely liked to admit it to himself.

He was too distracted with imagining you screaming his name that he didn’t notice Jeno calling his name until he slapped his back. “Thinking about this?” Jeno’s voice wasn’t teasing, at all, which is what Jaemin would expect. “Yeah, I am.” He nodded and looked back at the screen that was on his friend’s lap.

They spent the rest of the day looking at various sex toys, adding them to the cart, removing them from the cart, just to add them again. Nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, a butt plug, and rope. Jeno was the one that initially typed the items in the search bar and added them to the cart, but Jaemin didn’t oppose to a single one. For needing money, they spent more than they wanted, but in Jeno’s words, “You have to spend money to make money Jaems, and don’t worry man, this is good for the economy.”

Without another word between each other, Jeno clicked on the cart and then pressed checkout. 200 dollars of sex toys was now charged to his credit card, he went on about how they weren’t going to use cheap toys on you. Jaemin just let out a heavy breath through his nose and leaned back. Dropping his head so it was leaning on the back of the couch, he stared up at the popcorn ceiling, worried that this was going to lose his chance with you. You guys weren’t necessarily official yet, but you had established you guys liked each other, and you weren’t seeing other people.

Jaemin was hoping that this wouldn’t change anything between you. He liked the nights where you two would get dinner and eat it on his couch in front of the TV. He liked when you would demand you help him wash the dishes. He liked when you two would cuddle on the couch, picking up on the movie you paused to wash dishes. And he loved when you would fall asleep on his shoulder, your cheek smushed into him, with your lips pouty. He would always turn off the TV, quietly pick you up, and bring you to his bed.

He knew it was creepy but after he laid you down, he would stand back up, go to the other side of the bed to lay down and watch you sleep, just for a little bit. He liked the peaceful way your chest would rise and fall, the small snore that left your lips, it wasn’t loud and obnoxious, Jaemin thought it was cute, and he found himself longing to hear it during the nights you didn’t spend next to him.

When he felt his eyes get droopy and the yawns became more consistent, Jaemin would pull you to his chest and tuck his face into your neck. His breath would slightly tickle your neck, causing you to wake up and giggle. Jaemin would feel the bed move as you rolled over to face him, seeing your squinted eyes even in the dark look at him.

“Hi Jaem.” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, but before he could respond, the silence was soon replaced with that quiet snore. Jaemin smiled, remembering the time you told him you slept better next to him, he noticed how once you got tired, you immediately fell asleep, always snuggled into his side, no matter the position, or even the place.

The peaceful memory was ripped from him by Jeno shouting next to him, having grabbed a video game controller, Jaemin hadn’t seen him change the TV input to play one of his many games, and now he was screaming at the TV.

“I’m going to my room Jeno.” Just receiving a grunt in return, he walked down the dark hallway, it was still light outside when they started talking about this whole thing, but now it was dark, and he was wishing you were lying in bed next to him.

It was you who originally said that you slept better next to him, since you guys started sleeping next to each other on a semi-normal occasion, Jaemin realized that he slept better next to you as well.

Blindly reaching around for his phone, he found it in the mess of sheets on top of him. Squinting once the bright light appeared in the dark room, he was met with his home screen, which was a picture of you.

You two had gone out into the downtown area of the city one night, just walking around in the then chilly air. Jaemin looked down at you and saw the way the bright lights reflected in the lens of your eyes. Discreetly putting a little bit of distance between you, using the oncoming flow of people as an excuse, he pulled out his phone’s camera, and as soon as the people passed, he snapped the picture.

It was slightly blurry, but still clear enough to see you. The lights behind you illuminated your figure, which was covered with dark clothing. Your head was tilted up, your smile was wide, and you looked absolutely beautiful to Jaemin, and that’s when he came to terms with his love for you. Although, he decided that it was way too early to actually express it verbally to you. So, he waited, and waited, continuing to show you his love in other ways, but then this happened, and of course you were Jeno’s first choice for this.

Jaemin pressed his thumb where his phone said, and it unlocked, showing yet another picture of you, but he was also in this one. It was one of your first outings and he took you to a small café, opting to sit next to you rather than across from you, he asked to take the picture, naturally smiling when you laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his. Your upper lip was covered in a foam that was tinted green from your matcha latte, and his was covered in whipped cream, from his hot chocolate that was the kid’s temperature.

Forgetting why he got his phone out for a minute, too distracted by the picture of you two, he suddenly remembered and pressed the message icon.

Having texted you last, you name was at the top, your profile picture the same one from his lock screen, and he smiled every time he saw it. He just smiled every time he saw you, or heard you, or thought about you. He just smiled at you.

Jaemin: hey y/n, are you awake?

<Y/n3: yeah, just doing some studying, what’s up? are you okay?

He smiled at your immediate response and worry.

Jaemin: yes, i’m fine, just miss you. can you come over?

<Y/n3: is jeno there? i’m still studying and he likes to scream at the tv until 3 am

Jaemin: yeah, he’s here, is it okay if i go over to you instead?

<Y/n3: i would love that, see you soon

Jaemin ripped the blankets off of him, grabbed his keys, ignored Jeno when he asked where he was going so late, and left. When it had something to do with you, Jaemin couldn’t do anything until he saw you. Speeding on the way to your apartment, he pulled into the parking spot next to your car and ran to the door of the lobby. Jaemin wasn’t even sure if he remembered to lock his car, but he wasn’t worried

about that. You lived in a safe part of town, too worried and scared about the world to live somewhere that wasn’t considered secure.

As soon as Jaemin made it into the elevator and tapped your floor number, he pulled out his phone to text you that he was in your building. Your building allowed late night visitors, but they weren’t too fond of it, so to not get you in trouble he always texted you so he wouldn’t have to knock. Also, late at night, you would always worry when he used to knock, scared that it wasn’t actually him, and some random stranger was at your door.

Texting you again to say that he was at your door once the elevator doors opened, giving you time to get to your door before he truly arrived. One time he texted you that he was there as soon as he got to your doorstep, and the building manager that was there during the night shift got on to him about how the residents don’t like people to come in and out of the building after 10, mostly because you’re the youngest tenant in the entire the building, its filled with mostly older people, that is why it’s considered safe.

He heard your door open and saw your head peak out once you saw he wasn’t right in front of your door. You looked down the hallway one side and then the other, and that’s when you saw him. Jaemin’s smile stretched from ear to ear, it pushed the apples of his cheeks up and he jogged the rest of the way to your door. You giggled when he appeared right in front of you and gently grabbed the sides of your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. His thumbs rubbed your cheekbones and both of you smiled into the kiss.

“Hi Jaemin.” You whispered into his mouth. “Hi Y/n.” He just whispered back and pulled away, still holding you close. “I just really needed to be with you.” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red at his admission, glad that your living room was dark so you couldn’t see how red they truly were.

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve been missing you; I just didn’t want to bother you.” Jaemin gasped, “You could never bother me, I’d drop everything for you Y/n.” He leaned back in, trying to start a heated kiss when you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “I wasn’t joking about studying, you horndog.” Jaemin just laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you turned around to head back to your room.

And studied is what you did, you studied at your desk and Jaemin sat on your bed, looking at you. He watched your facial expressions change once you went from topic to topic and subject to subject through the little mirror that sat on your desk. He wasn’t expecting your eyes to meet in that little mirror, but they did, your droopy eyes had a knowing look in them, and he looked a bit lowered to your mouth which showed a matching yet tired smirk.

“Quit looking at me Na, I’m focusing.” Your comment was interrupted by a yawn. Jaemin’s face disappeared from the mirror as he got up, you spun around in your chair slowly and looked up at him as he walked from your bed to you. Jaemin placed his hand under your chin and looked into your eyes. He saw how tired you were, and his hand moved to the top of your head, he ran his fingers through your hair and watched your eyes flutter shut as he started to massage your scalp. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Jaemin ignored your pouts and protests and reached around you to pull the string of your desk lamp. He took your almost limp arms and put them around his neck and picked you up by under your thighs. “Have you already brushed your teeth?” Laying your face on his shoulder, he felt you nod. He could tell you had already brushed your teeth for the night from the kiss you two shared earlier, but of course he didn’t mention it, not wanting to embarrass you and pull you out of the peaceful and sleepy state your body and mind were in.

Jaemin walked to the foot of your bed and sat you down on the fluffy light pink comforter. “Y/n, is it okay if I take your bra off? I know you don’t like sleeping in it.” Keeping your eyes close, you just nodded again. You felt Jaemin’s warm hands reach underneath your shit, brushing your cold skin, his hands met at the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and looked at you while you kept nodding off, and then jolting awake, and then nodding off again. Jaemin finished taking off your bra and gulped when he could see the shape of your breasts bounce underneath your shirt when they were no longer supported.

Trying to cleanse his thoughts, he mumbled, “Come on Y/n, let’s get you under the covers.” You let him move you to the head of the bed, you liked the feeling of him taking care of you and Jaemin liked taking care of you. Under hooded eyes, you watched him pull the blankets back, a mix of baby blues and pinks flashed, before you just saw black. Jaemin let you get yourself under your blankets as he turned off the other lamp you had beside your bed.

“Nana.” You whined before you felt the bed dip under Jaemin’s weight. Before he was even able to lay all the way down and pull the blankets up to his chest, you were already laying on top of him. You felt his hand run through your hair like it did earlier, but this time it would venter down to your back and back up, rubbing up and down, lulling you to sleep. “I love you Jaemin.” He froze his movements, too overwhelmed now, everything he’s ever wanted to hear, has now reached his ears. “I love you too Y/n, so much.”

All he heard was some inaudible muttering, which was followed by soft snores. Jaemin could feel each of your cool inhales and the warm exhales on his bare chest, and he couldn’t think of a single place he’d rather be. One thing he could think about however was that he wasn’t going to let Jeno lay a single finger on you.

Jaemin was getting slightly worked up, mad at the thought of Jeno even thinking about touching you, but once he focused on the way your breath was hitting his chest, he eased his way to sleep with thoughts of you.

Jaemin and you both were restless sleepers but next to each other, you were still and slept through the entire night. The calm feeling of sleep was pulled from you when you felt Jaemin get up. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw his bare back sitting up. Running your hand up and down his bare skin, he grinned and turned towards you.

“C’mon, Jaemin, lay with me some more.” Jaemin sighed and looked at you, your skin was glowing from the morning sun peering in from the blinds. “I wish I could Y/n, but I’ve got two classes.” You didn’t have any classes on Fridays, which is why you let yourself stay up late the night before. “Can’t you skip it? You skip to hang out with Jeno all the time.” You were right, and he knew that you knew that you were right. It didn’t take any more convincing from you to make Jaemin stay. He made the mistake of looking into your eyes and he could’ve sworn they pulled him to lay back down.

You grinned at Jaemin once he side-eyed you, “Nana? What are we?” Silence fell upon the room until Jaemin spoke up after a few minutes. “Well, I love you and you said you love me. I only see you and you only see me. I would like to say we’re together, but that’s up to you as well, but before you answer, I do, um, have something to tell you and it may or may not change your view on us.” That worried you a bit, especially since Jaemin refused to look at you in the eye.

“What happened Jaemin?” The next the thing that came out of Jaemin’s mouth was almost inaudible because of how fast he said it. “Slow down Jaem, I couldn’t understand what you said.” You giggled, mostly because of the blush on Jaemin’s cheeks. But Jaemin didn’t repeat it, he just said, “You’ll find out tonight at dinner, you’re still coming over, right?” You sigh, although you didn’t want to wait to find out, you just nodded at him and let out a little smile.

Jaemin ended up skipping both of his classes to spend the day with you, and throughout the day you asked him several times what he was going to ask, and why you had to wait until dinner. He almost broke a couple times, but in the end, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to have Jeno there too. Just so, when you were asked, you’d know that Jeno would be heavily involved.

He wished the day went by slower, even though that was impossible whenever you were around. Time seemed to fly by with you. On the way to his and Jeno’s apartment, Jaemin hoped that every stop light was red, but it seemed like the universe wasn’t on his side with this one. And whenever he did get his wish and got a red light, you’d sigh, sitting in the passenger seat in the complete opposite state as Jaemin. While he was dreading tonight, you were aching for it. The curiosity was killing you.

Sure, Jaemin didn’t want to be evicted, he just wished him and Jeno had a bit more time, or at least enough time to come up with a better idea. He cursed Jeno’s horny brain for this being the first idea it came up with and he cursed himself for agreeing with it so easily.

“You know Y/n, how about we skip out on dinner and go somewhere just the two of us?” The dark-haired boy spoke up as soon as he pulled into his apartment complex’s parking lot. “Seriously Jaemin? I’ve been waiting all day, if you don’t want to come then you don’t have to, but Jeno is expecting me, and it would be rude to cancel on such short notice.” Not saying anything else, Jaemin just grumbled and got out of the car, he definitely wasn’t going to leave you alone with Jeno.

When you got out of the car, Jaemin had a hard time keeping up with you, he was hoping to walk as slow as possible but you speed walked your way to the elevator, pressing the button as quickly as possible. Jaemin got to your side as soon as the doors opened, he was praying the elevator had broken over night, but of course, it hadn’t.

“I don’t think whatever happens up there is going to change anything Jaem, I meant what I said last night.” You walked a bit closer to him, wanting to comfort him while also giving him space. It seemed that space wasn’t what Jaemin wanted, because he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the wall behind you, your back pressed against the wall and his front pressed against yours. “Jaemin, what if the doors open before your floor and someone sees?” “Let them, they can take the stairs.” Dodging your pouted lips, he went straight for your neck. Planting wet open mouth kissed along it and aiming for his goal, which was to leave a mark.

Once Jaemin found your sweet spot, he starting to suck a bruise onto your skin, with caused you to let out a moan. He chuckled against you skin and whispered, “I haven’t even done anything yet.” You choked a bit and whispered, scared that if you were in louder you were going to moan again, “What are you going to do?” Instead of giving a response, Jaemin just removed himself from you and fixed the front of his shirt, that was now wrinkled from you grabbing and pulling on it. He took a step back and placed himself in his original standing spot of the elevator. “Jaemin?” You were still breathing heavily, slouched against the wall of the metal box.

The doors opened and he just turned his head to you and grinned, “Are you ready? You were so exciting to come tonight.” Upset at the man that had started to get you worked up, you just pushed past him and made your way down the hallway where his and Jeno’s apartment was.

It didn’t take long for Jaemin to catch up with you, he didn’t want Jeno to open the door to just you, he felt the need to monitor what was going to happen as soon as you step foot through that door. You went ahead a knocked and not a few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Jeno with messy hair, sweatpants, and a muscle t-shirt.

“Hi Jeno! How are you?” You asked the blonde man as he stepped aside to let you and Jaemin enter. Jeno eyes racked down your back, landing on your ass, until Jaemin walked right behind you, hiding your body from Jeno’s view. Before speaking, he grunted, “I’m not doing too bad Y/n. I already have the food out, let’s go ahead and eat.” This made you wonder even more about what Jeno and Jaemin were going to ask you, they both were in on it.

While you ate your meal, Jeno and Jaemin just stared you down, not letting a single motion escape their watch. Jeno’s stare was more intimidating but because of Jaemin’s behavior today, his was the one you were scared of the most. You didn’t want to look at either of them and to be honest, you were unable to maintain eye contact. Your meek look wasn’t any competition for their daunting ones.

You just settled with staring down at your plate, to see it empty, swallowing the last bite, you were now anticipating what was next. Jeno, however, didn’t make you wait long.

"Y/n, we have a few questions we want to ask you." Jeno smiled and sung your name as he got up from his seat. Jaemin, following in suit, also got up and slowly walked over to where you were seated and looking up at them curiously.

You looked over at Jaemin with wide eyes and your head slightly tilted. You could make Jaemin fold and cause him to lose his intimidating facade with that look, but he kept his composure.

Jeno however, wanted this, very badly, and so he continued to look down at you as he slowly walked around the table to your side, dragging a finger across the smooth wooden top as he went on. In the back of his mind, he knew that the need to fuck you, wasn't just to make money, he had always been jealous of Jaemin since you started hanging around him. You were always clinging to him and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, all Jeno could do was stare daggers into you and his friend.

"What kind of questions do you guys want to ask me?" Always so oblivious, you paid no mind to their lustful stares and asked for the questions with a smile on your face.

Sharing a glance with the man across from him, Jeno smirked and let the questions go. “To start off, have you had sex before Y/n?” Now, Jeno knew the answer to this, he’s heard you and Jaemin before. Your loud whines and moans that mixed with Jaemin’s low grunts. But he asked this just so he could see the look on your face. He made sure not to miss a single movement out of you. The small jerk your entire body made, the small gasp that left your slightly parted lips, and the sheepish look you gave Jaemin.

Jaemin could tell that Jeno was making you nervous, whenever you got nervous, you would start shaking. You were already doing that, and soon you’d start pacing. Jaemin made sure he was close to you without overwhelming you even more.

“Um, yeah, I uh, I’ve done it before.” Jeno loved the way you looked down and to the side out of embarrassment. But he hated the way Jaemin smirked and winked at him, because Jaemin, Jaemin knew him better than anyone else and Jaemin knew that Jeno wanted you. Jaemin only thought Jeno wanted to fuck you, and to be fair, Jeno did, he really, really wanted to fuck you, but he also wanted you. Just you in general, he wanted you the same way Jaemin had you. Even though Jaemin knew him better than anyone else, Jeno would make sure that Jaemin never knew the extent of his want for you.

Plastering a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, Jeno asked something that was completely see-through to Jaemin. “Y/n? Are you on any form of birth control?” Without looking up, you just nodded. “That’s really good, so responsible of you.” Both boys noticed what the praise did to you, you shifted in your seat and “subtly” squeezed your thighs together.

When Jeno stepped even closer to you and crouched down to your level, and asked, “Are you wet right now, Y/n?” That’s when you got up to start pacing, and so Jaemin swooped in and took you in his arms. Quietly shushing you and rubbing up and down your back, he looked at Jeno who had gotten up and smiled, a bit sadistically.

Looking down at you, Jaemin switched his smile to a much more innocent one and leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. The kiss didn’t stay sweet though, quickly Jaemin heated it up and of course, you let him. He ran his tongue across the seam of your lips and wiggled its way through. But your modest self, placed your hands on his chest and softly pushed him off of you, still keeping him close.

“Jaemin, this is nice and all, but uh, Jeno’s right there.” You looked up at him with doe eyes and then looked behind you, over your shoulder at Jeno, who just smiled and waved his hand.

Now it was Jaemin’s turn to ask you a question. “Y/n, would it be okay if Jeno touched you a bit?” A bit. That was an understatement. If you said yes to this, Jeno wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go on without touching you.

You looked back at Jaemin with wide eyes, and you figured that was the question he was putting off asking, but it turns out, it wasn’t just that. “And would it be okay if Jaemin filmed me touching you?” When you went to looked behind you again, Jeno was much closer than before, he was so close that when you turned your head, your line of sight was right to his chest, which was pressed against you.

“Like, porn?” You whispered the last word, embarrassed to be saying it out loud and that made both Jeno and Jaemin laugh. For some reason, being in between the two men while they’re laughing at you, made the area between your legs throb a bit. “Yes Y/n, like porn. You see Jaemin and I are being evicted and we figured that a quick way to make some money was to use a pretty girl like you. We’d make you feel so good, Sweetheart. You want to be our good girl, don’t you Y/n?” You felt Jeno’s mouth on the shell of your ear and Jaemin’s gaze was casted down to your lips and all you could do in that moment, was nod. And that’s when both boys snapped.

Hands were grabbing you, lips were on you, and their crotches were grinding against you. “Are we starting this now?” You whimpered out as Jaemin humped your front that was starting to ache even more. “No, we aren’t. We bought some things for it, and they’re supposed to arrive tomorrow night.” Jeno cleared his throat and stepped back, watching Jaemin continue to kiss you.

Jaemin hadn’t even realized that Jeno had stopped, until the blonde cleared his throat yet again, and that’s when he looked up with swollen lips. Your lips followed him when they parted from yours, he smiled at you chasing the kiss and looked back up to Jeno.

“You said that they’re supposed to be here by tomorrow night?” Jaemin asked the man across from him and saw him bob his head up and down. “Are you okay with doing it on such short notice?” Once again, you did the only thing your body allowed you to do, which was nod.

Jaemin and you didn’t stay at his apartment for much longer after the conversation occurred, he figured you should probably be as comfortable as you possibly can before the time comes. And you said you’d be the most pleasant in your bed with Jaemin beside you.

So, that’s what you two did, he drove you two back to your apartment, but first he stopped so you two could get ice cream, in hopes to calm your nerves.

The sweet aroma mixed well with the cool temperature that greeted you when you first walked in. The light pink and blue stripes on the walls soothed you, reminding you of the colors of your bed set and décor. You leaned into Jaemin, the warmth of him and the cold of the building made you sigh, as well as goosebumps rise along your arms. While you looked at the wide variety of flavors, being 31 of them, Jaemin ran his hands along your arms, warming them up.

“Hi, how may I help you today? Are you wanting to try any flavors?” The young boy looked at you from behind the counter and smiled a toothy grin. Not over 16 years old, no doubt saving up for a car or college. Jaemin spoke up from behind you, knowing you hated ordering what you wanted. “Can we just have two scoops of cookies n’ cream in a bowl please?” He felt you tug on his arm, and then felt your lips by his ear. “Remember the upside-down cone.” You lowered yourself from your tippy toes. “Ah how could I forget the upside-down cone?” He turned back to the boy and added, “And can you add a cone to the top of that please?”

The boy gave a look to Jaemin that showcased confusion. “Do I just-”, Jaemin smiled and answered the boy immediately, “Just set it on upside down please”. The boy just smiled again, eyebrows furrowed, obviously never being asked this before.

You and Jaemin stepped aside to allow the other people in line to step forward, and you two watched the teenage boy take the two scoops of ice cream in a bowl to where all the waffle items were. He took a cone and looked at it before carefully placing it on top of the ice cream. He returned to the edge of the counter and handed it to Jaemin, who said thank you and walked towards the door, with you still hanging onto his arm.

“Now let’s you home.” Jaemin looked at you, who was already eating the waffle cone and laughed as he unlocked his car.

The rest of the night went by pretty quickly, you spoon-fed Jaemin bites of ice cream while he drove, laughing if some of it dribbled onto his chin and shirt. You let yourself drift into a specific state of mentality that only Jaemin can bring out. This caused you to forget about what was going to happen the next night, you were excited for it but also nervous, but you knew that Jaemin would be monitoring the entire thing, literally and figurately, so you were in safe hands.

You and Jaemin finished the ice cream and waffle cone and you set the empty bowl into the cup holder, your eyes had started to glaze over with drowsiness and your body and mind gave you no strength to continue to keep your eyes open. With your head against the cool glass of the window, you were lulled to sleep.

The only thing that woke you up was Jaemin lightly patting your pockets for your keys. “My left one.” He whispered a thank you and slightly moved you in his arms, so he had access to said pocket. From picking you up and out of your seat in the car, to walking to your bedroom, Jaemin never set you down once. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, caused you to fall asleep again before your head even made it to the pillow.

You woke up the next morning just like you did the morning before, this time though, Jaemin was still lying next to you, he was already awake and quietly looking at you. You felt his warm hand on your lower back as your chests were pressed to each other. “Good morning, Nana.” He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips instead of answering. “You’re so pretty Y/n, you know that right.” You just blushed and looked away. “Jaemin…” You drug the ‘min’ of his name on. “You are Y/n, most beautiful woman in the world.” Giggling, you swatted at his chest.

He grabbed the hand that was lightly hitting his chest and brought it up to his lips. Placing light kisses on your fingertips, he asked if you wanted a rundown of what was going to happen that night. You shook your head no and decided you wanted the surprise. “I will tell you that Jeno and I are going to act a little mean, but we don’t mean what we’ll actually be saying.” Not understanding what he was saying at the moment, you just decided to go along with it, remember to keep it in mind later.

Later came much sooner that both you and Jaemin thought it would, because one minute you two were laying bed, slowly making out and then the next, you were driving to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment for the second time in 24 hours.

Much like the night before, Jaemin was dreading the arrival to his apartment, only this time, you too, were not looking forward to this. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. You were excited, and you seemed to be horny all day, from trying to make something more out of the slow make out session you two shared in bed, which Jaemin said “no” to because you needed to say your energy, to damn near getting on your knees and begging Jaemin to join you in the shower. Which he did end up giving into your pleads, but he still forced himself to refuse to allow anything sexual to happen. Jaemin knew that you could get worn out from sex and then be tired for the rest of the day, and you had a big night ahead of you.

Thinking about what was going to happen, your mind went to auto pilot and the next thing you knew was you were standing in their apartment as Jaemin went to get him camera from his room. Jeno hadn’t said much to you since you arrived, he only really nodded in acknowledge when you sheepishly entered his apartment close behind Jaemin, not letting go of his hand. You reminded him of a child about to go into a haunted house with their parents while they were young, wide eyes, their whole body shaking, and hiding behind them for protection.

Jeno did approach you after Jaemin left to go to his room and handed you a light pink box with a slightly darker pink bow. “I, uh, I mean, Jaemin and I, got this for you to wear, sorry if it doesn’t fit super well, I- Jaemin and I weren’t positive on what your size was.” You accepted the box and looked up at Jeno with the same scared look you had when you first walked into the room. As you were walking away to go put whatever was in the box on, you thought about how Jaemin did know your size, he loved buying you sweaters he knew you loved, and it wasn’t like him to forget random things about you.

You passed your lover in the hallway after he grabbed his camera, “Can I just change in your room Nana?” You held up the box to let him know what you were talking about, but he still looked confused, like he’s never seen that box in his entire life. But he still responded with, “Yes, of course you can, I didn’t see you have that with you in the car?” He thought it was something you had bought at some point in the past two days, even though he was with you for every minute. He also didn’t know why you would’ve put that in a decorative box if you had already owned it.

When you answered him, he felt his blood run cold as well as boil at the same time. “No? Jeno said that you and him got it for me to wear during this whole thing.” He just looked back at the box, shot a fake smile to you and went straight into the living room, which is where Jeno was. Jaemin made sure his door was fully shut with you inside before he started, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He put his camera down so he could shove Jeno. Only stumbling back, Jeno just rolled his eyes and tried to justify his perverted tendencies. “It’ll be good for the video, man. Trust me.”

That only made Jaemin even more angry, “Trust you? I’ve seen the way you look at her, I saw the way you looked when you suggested her for this, you looked like a dog that was begging for a bone, fucking drooling just at the thought. How can I trust you when you can’t get my girl out of your horny mind?”

Shaking his head in disbelief he went to where he set his camera and tripod down and walked back to the middle of room, he was trying to calm down, not wanting you to worry.

Jaemin was getting his camera set up, when he heard his bedroom door open. Him and Jeno exchanged glances as they heard your soft footsteps pad their way to the living room. “Jaemin? Can you come here for a second? Please?” Nodding at Jeno, Jaemin stepped away from his tripod and turned the corner that led to the hallway. And that’s where he saw you.

He looked at you up and down and tried not to pounce on you immediately, Jaemin wouldn’t want to ruin you before the camera was on. He would have several chances to do that later. Even though his brain was telling him not to, his dick, said something entirely different.

“Jaemin, I don’t know about this, this dress is embarr-” you were interrupted by Jaemin grabbing the sides of your face and slamming his lips to yours, his nose pressing into your cheek roughly. Moving his hands down your face, to your front, he squeezed your breasts once before moving his hands underneath your dress. Smiling against your mouth, he grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, causing your thong to get wedged between your ass cheeks. “Jaemin” you moaned into his mouth as he grabbed your ass again and picked you up.

Heading to the living room with you in his arms, he heard Jeno gasp as he took in your appearance and threw you on the couch. Jaemin followed you down and lodged a knee between your thighs and continued to kiss you.

He only stopped when he felt a hand to his chest and was pushed off of you. “What the hell?” He looked up with lust crazed eyes, only to see Jeno looking down at the two of you. “Let’s save it for the camera lover boy.”

Jaemin grumbled and just headed back behind the camera and signaled for Jeno to follow him. As you sat up and fixed the frills of your dress, Jeno looked at you, well, your uncovered thighs, “Do you remember how this is supposed to go?” You just nodded and looked up at the camera once you deemed your dress and appearance fixed enough.

“You can back out of this whenever Y/n, just say “Red” if you want to stop.” Jaemin gave you the last genuinely sweet smile you’d see for the next hour or two.

Looking from Jaemin over to Jeno, you saw him sitting in the chair across from the couch, his legs were spread, and you could tell he was hard from the bulge in his sweatpants. He wasn’t even all the way hard and he was already huge. Jeno was looking at you like he was ready to destroy you as soon as Jaemin gave him the thumbs up.

But first, he gave you a thumbs up, and you saw the blinking red light appear, the camera was rolling now.

“Thanks for reaching out to us, what made you gain interest in the industry?” Jaemin was trying to remember the script while he was looking at you through the viewfinder. He saw the way your toes were curled in your white knee socks, your thighs were closed tightly together under the skirt of your frilly pink dress, your breasts were outlined in the top of the dress, which was too tight, but it showed your hard nipples poking out perfectly to the camera.

Jeno was trying to be patient but with the vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable look on your face and the way the dress outlined your body, Jeno’s patience was running out.

“I heard you needed a new star.” You felt hot, your mouth was dry, your hands were shaking, and your chest felt heavy. Your dress made you feel childish with all the frills and the pink but with the way Jaemin and Jeno were looking at you, it made you feel the opposite.

Both men had obvious tents in their sweatpants, but both chose to neglect them, saving them for when they could take out their need on you.

“What kind of kinks are you into Y/n?” Jaemin licked his lips and stared into your soul with hooded eyes. This question was put on the script for his own benefit. He wanted to know; he wanted an excuse to find out.

“I-um- I’m not sure. I haven’t done much besides the normal thing. But I do like my breasts to be played with, I like when Jaemin does it.” You went off script by accident, but Jaemin didn’t mind, he knew you loved it when he twisted, sucked, pulled, pinched, and even bit your nipples. You had sensitive breasts and Jaemin always took advantage of that.

“Is there anything you won’t do?” Jeno’s gruff voice was spoke up from his chair besides Jaemin’s camera. “Well, I don’t know what I don’t like at the moment, I don’t know how far this thing can go.” You were tripping over your words and Jeno’s next statement didn’t help that. “What thing Y/n? You have words, use them.”

“I’m not sure-I don’t know how extreme sex can go.” Jaemin cooed at the blush that appeared on your face when you said “sex”. Whenever you said something remotely inappropriate, you grew embarrassed quickly. Jeno replied before Jaemin could, “Well we’ll teach you, don’t worry about it.”

“You seem perfect for us Y/n, how about you take off your dress for us?” Following Jaemin’s orders immediately, you reached behind you to find the zipper. Your fingers fell a few inches too short to reach, “Jaemin, I need help. I can’t reach it.” Even though you were supposed to act semi-confident throughout the whole video, Jaemin loved the whiney undertone of your voice. He signaled to Jeno to help you, and he relished the way your lips slightly pouted when you saw it wasn’t him who was going to help you.

Jeno wasn’t too bad though, he came up to you, and moved all of your hair to one shoulder and slowly unzipped the dress, however, he didn’t unzip it all the way. He stopped at your mid back, so the front fell just enough for your breasts to be shown. Moving out of the camera’s view, Jeno went off to the side to watch you start playing with yourself.

“Y/n, play with your tits for me.” Your eyes widened at the request, and you looked down at your breasts and brought your hands up to them. Even though you were supposed to look at the camera the entire time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man behind it. Not knowing what to do first, you just settled with squishing them together. You let out a whimper once you made it to your nipples. Trying to do what Jaemin does, you pinched and pulled at them. No matter what you did, it didn’t feel the same as when Jaemin would do it. Which way your turned them, how far you pulled them, and how hard you pinched them, nothing felt as good as when Jaemin would do it. Looking up at him, with an expression that could only mean “help me”, Jaemin smirked, knowing what you were doing. He felt a sense of pride knowing only him could treat your body just the way you wanted.

“You’re such a good girl for me Y/n, always so eager to do what I want, when I want. Such a little slut, a good little slut for me. Take off the rest of your dress, wanna see you.” The sight of you trying to remove your dress was an amusing one for Jeno and Jaemin, it seemed like you couldn’t find the bottom of your skirt through all of the layers of frills. “So dumb for us, can’t even take off her clothes by herself.” Jeno taunted as he pulled you up from the couch and turned you around. He unzipped the rest of your dress and let it fall down and off your body, leaving you completely bare to the room, except for your knee socks.

Jeno and Jaemin took in the sight of you, you were obviously embarrassed, but so turned on. Jeno pushed you back onto the couch and watched your tits bounce from the impact.

“Y/n, how about you spread your legs? Show us your pussy. I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell.” Jaemin brought the camera closer to you and ran his fingers through your wetness. He looked at Jeno as if he told him to get ready. “Here, use this and show us how you would play with yourself.” The man behind the camera handed you something you had only seen at the back of some stores. It was a vibrator, and you weren’t too sure where to start, because you had never used one. Not with yourself and not with Jaemin.

Seeing your confusion and struggle, Jaemin went ahead and turned it on for you. “Now baby, put this on your clit and run it along your lips and clit and it’ll feel really good.” You looked at Jaemin one last time before you looked at the toy. With the intention of following Jaemin’s orders, you lowered the buzzing toy to your cunt, but as soon as it touched your throbbing clit, your legs closed tightly. The whirring sound still filling the room, you looked up at the two me above you.

“Feels weird Nana.” That’s when Jaemin gave Jeno the signal to go ahead and step in. “I’ll help you Y/n, it’ll feel funny at first, but you just have to get used to it.” Jeno’s lips met your forehead in a quick kiss as he pushed you forward, so he could sit behind you.

You jerked up when you felt Jeno’s cock on pressing into your lower back, and you tensed up even more when Jeno placed a hand on your stomach and moved you once again, to lean against him. He picked up your thighs and placed them over his spread ones. Once again, exposing you to the prying eyes of the camera.

Putting his forearms on your thighs, in order to hold you down and stop you from squirming, Jeno picked up the vibrator that was still on and without warning, ran it along your folds. However, this time, your legs couldn’t close, and you couldn’t wiggle away with Jeno’s grip on you. All you could do was moan, close your eyes, and curl your toes.

Jeno did say you would have to get used to it, and you did, but what you weren’t ready for was the feeling of the vibrator on you once you had already come. “Jen-no, too much.” Without showing any mercy Jeno bumped up the level and held it on you with more force. “If this is too much, then how are you going to get through the rest of the night?”

You just let out a whimper and felt your cheeks get wet from the tears that had started to fall without you knowing. “Aw, poor baby is crying.” Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled your head back, so it was right by his. He used his hold on your neck and moved it to your chin, he turned your face towards him. You looked into his eyes and neither what he did, nor what came out of his mouth was expected.

“Pass me the clamps Jaems.” And following his demand, he ran his tongue along one of your teary cheeks. You were ashamed of how you were letting these men treat you, but it felt so good that you couldn’t help but give them what they wanted. Your dazed eye contact with Jeno was interrupted by the jingling sound that was coming from something in Jaemin’s hand.

He tossed them to Jeno who reach around you and caught them in his right hand, his left was preoccupied with playing with your nipples. His rubbing and pulling caused them to turn to hard pebbles.

“Jeno, what are you going to do with those?” Your tried wiggling out of Jeno’s iron grip when you saw the light reflect off of the metal that made up the clamps, the chain connecting the two together, draped out of Jeno’s palm as he closed his fist around the clamps, not letting you see them anymore.

“Well, Jaemin had mentioned that you like your tits played with when we were buying all this stuff for you, and you confirmed that earlier, we want your breasts to have attention the whole time, but we’ll be too busy playing with the parts of you that we really want to play with.

You closed your eyes as you saw Jeno start playing with the metal clamps again. Neither man told you when he was going to pinch them on you and you refused to open your eyes, this caused you to be left in a feeling of suspense.

That suspense was short-lived because soon you felt the cold metal clamps pinch your nipples between them. Your back arched when Jeno used the chain between the two clamps and pulled, hard. “Jeno!” You quietly yelled out, keeping your eyes closed, tightly. Jaemin wasn’t too happy with you moaning Jeno’s name, but this was hopefully a one-time thing.

With the clamps on, your nipples were being constantly stimulated, and even though you were trying to get used to the slightly uncomfortable feeling, Jeno and Jaemin had other plans.

Jaemin removed the camera from the tripod and held it in one hand, grabbed something from where the clamps came from, and walked closer to you. Jeno, held your thighs tightly again, letting Jaemin see everything. You saw that the thing he was carrying was a light blue color and the shape of a penis. It was a dildo, again you had never owned one or used one.

You’ve never been scared of Jaemin before, but watching him walk closer and closer to you, with that sadistic smile on his face, camera in one hand, and the toy in the other. The camera had a view of everything since Jeno was spreading you for everyone to see.

“Jeno, how about you test out her mouth?” Immediately getting up, Jeno picked you up with him, just to drop you on the couch again. But this time, with the clamps on your nipples, when your breasts bounced, it was painful, unlike the first time.

Too focused on Jaemin in front of you, you hadn’t noticed that Jeno removed his sweatpants and briefs, when he walked back into your line of sight, you saw just how big he was. He was longer than Jaemin, but Jaemin still had more girth to him.

Subconsciously opening your mouth when Jeno came near, both men saw and laughed at you, this reminded you of last night, and the reaction your body gave was no different, but this time it was stronger. “So desperate for cock, huh? That’s all you’re good for, just a couple holes to fill.” You whimpered out a “Yes, please give me your cock Jeno.” “Yeah Jeno, give her your cock, make her gag, choke, cry.”

He didn’t wait for any other conversation to pass before he placed the tip of his cock to your parted lips. Starting off with sticking your tongue, you flicked the head and collected the pre-cum that had beaded out. Your tastebuds were met with the salty taste of Jeno.

You didn’t get to run your tongue around the head and slit any longer since Jeno had gabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and started to push his cock in your mouth. He didn’t let you adjust and immediately the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and choke.

But, as Jeno pushed himself into your mouth, Jaemin pushed the dildo into you. Trying to pull away from Jeno to look at Jaemin, he just tightened his hold on your hair and chuckled. “No, I’m not done yet.” Your eyes widened and filled with tears as Jeno started thrusting into your mouth. “So warm, such a good mouth, such a good girl, just a doll to use.” You felt yourself clench around the toy that Jaemin was thrusting into you in time with Jeno hitting the back of your throat.

Starting to become overwhelmed, you couldn’t control anything anymore, you were crying, drooling all over yourself and Jeno, and dripping on the couch and Jaemin’s hand. Every now and then either Jaemin or Jeno would pull on the chain that was swinging along your chest with each thrust.

When Jeno starting to get close, his thrusts sped up, and he was going even deeper. The man kneeling on the floor could see an imprint in your neck where Jeno’s cock was ramming its way down your throat. He watched it disappear when he pulled out and then reappear when he pushed back in. He also saw drool fall to your tits and down to your stomach.

Jeno kept his fast pace as he chased his high, no caring or slowing when you placed your hands on his thighs and dug your nails in. Jaemin wanted to press into your lower stomach when he would thrust the dildo in and he wanted to spread around the drool around your torso, but he couldn’t since he was holding the camera in one hand and pleasuring you with the other. He just thought it was something he’d have to do with you another time, that time without Jeno and the camera. Well, maybe with the camera, but he’d keep the film for his own viewing.

He saw the way your thighs tightened through the viewfinder of the camera, and saw your legs shaking, about to cum. Your moans around Jeno’s length caused him to let go and your mouth was filled with his cum. He rolled his hips, coming down from the cloud your mouth put him on, and then pulled out. There was a sting of cum from the tip of him to your mouth. “Swallow it, swallow all of it.” You were finally able to look up at him, and you saw the crazed look in is eyes and how he ran the tip of his tongue along his upper lip.

You remember what he had told you to do, and you brought your mouth back to the head of his dick and closed your lips around it to break the string. Pulling back and swallowing, you opened your mouth to show Jeno that you had, in fact swallowed all of it. Your now open mouth allowed your moans to come out loud instead of muffled. Jaemin was still pushing the toy in and out of you, he was filming your pussy but he switched angles so he could get the exchange between you and Jeno. He also got a shot of your cum filled mouth, the swallowing motion, and then when your reopened your mouth to show that it was empty.

“Jaemin, I’m cl-close. It hurts, please.” You begged, the man below you did listen to your pleas, and you got what you wanted. Your calves tensed up as you felt the hot white head spread throughout your body. He wasn’t sure whether to film your pulsing cunt or your face, your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly parted, and your head was thrown back. Jaemin saw the way your chest was rising and falling, the chain was moving with your chest, and you felt the cold tap of it whenever you shuddered.

Removing the dildo from your cunt, Jaemin brought it up to your lips. “C’mon Baby, lick it a bit.” You did lick it, but after one taste you were pulling your head back and away from the toy. “Do you like the way you taste?” You shook your head to the sides and Jaemin mocked the pout that planted itself on your lips. “That’s a shame, because I love it. You’re so sweet.” He raised the toy that was glistening with your wetness to his lips and licked it, like you did, but with vigor.

Your jaw dropped as you watched Jaemin do that, you had never seen him do anything that vulgar before, even though he was drilling that same fake penis into you not two minutes ago. Jaemin didn’t waste much time until he was moving on to the next thing. He was enjoying this but wasn’t enjoying Jeno being there, especially because of what had happened earlier.

“Lay down for me Y/n, on your stomach please.” Listening to him, you moved your body, so it was parallel to the couch, with the nipple clamps it was painful to press your front fully into the couch, so you settled with propping yourself up with your elbows.

Jaemin came back to you with a bottle of lube and a small butt plug. You felt your breath catch in your chest and it took Jaemin to remind you to breath for you to even realize that you had stopped. “Breath for me Y/n.”

The first breath was shaking and so were the rest afterwards. You heard the snap of the cap from the lube bottle opening, and then you heard Jeno walk over to you, to stand next to Jaemin. “Spread her for me.” Jeno did just that, you felt his palms on your ass and then felt your ass cheeks being pulled from each other.

The coldness of the lube made you tighten the rim of your ass. “You’re going to have to relax so it’s easier to loosen you up for us.” Jaemin circled your unused hole with one of his fingers, spreading the lube around it, adding a bit more lube, you felt him slip in the tip of that finger. The intrusion was extremely unfamiliar, the most Jaemin has ever done in the past involving anal with you was him rubbing around the puckered hole while you two were making out but, he’s never actually put something in there before.

Thanks to his advice of trying to relax, his finger did go in pretty easily. You tried your best to resist the urge to tighten the muscles of your ass. The butt plug was pretty small, he wasn’t trying to hurt you, he just wanted to make you a feel a bit more full than normal.

After stretching out your hole with one finger and then two, he deemed that you were ready to take the plug. He put some more lube on the plug itself and a bit more around your asshole. “You’re doing so good for us Y/n, so good for me. Such a perfect slut.” Jaemin whispered as he pushed the plug into you. The cold metal on your walls made you gasp and slightly arch your back. Jeno’s warm hands still spreading you for the camera were a drastic difference mixed with the coldness that was in you.

Those hands moved from your ass to your hips, he tightened his grip on you and flipped your body over, so your back was now parallel to the couch.

The two men talked about switching places after Jeno had come when they bought the sex toys, Jaemin told Jeno the basics of how to work the camera and told him that during the last half of filming, Jeno would be behind the camera. So Jaemin handed it off to him. Your ass was still adjusting to the full feeling the butt plug gave it, even though you were scared to sit up, not knowing how it would feel, you risked it when you saw Jaemin walking towards you, without the camera in his hands, it was just your Jaemin.

“Nana.” You spoke quietly, confused about how this would go. It was Jaemin, you were used to the gentle sex you two had often, not this. But you knew how you were supposed to act for this and Jeno made it easy since he was the one mainly talking; however, he was behind the camera now and it felt like it was just Jaemin and you.

Jaemin kneeled above you, he had removed his clothes while Jeno got used to the feeling of holding the camera in his hands. His cock was hard, and it never failed to surprise you with how big he was. “Nana, please touch me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, wanting the throbbing feeling in your pussy to go away. “I need you.”

He didn’t detain himself any longer, he leaned over you, and lined himself up. Tapping your clit with the head of his cock once, he moved it to your cunt and pushed in. Hissing at the feeling of your walls contacting around his dick and the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, they were sharp enough to draw slight crescent moon shapes that were now pooling with blood.

Maybe it was to get even or maybe it was because he wanted to hear the sound you were going to make; he removed the nipple clamps. You moaned in pleasure filled pain as the blood came rushing back to your nipples. Jaemin loved the way the pain made you tighten even more around him. He loved the way your cheeks were wet with tears. And he loved the way you never lost eye contact with him. You looked at him as if he was the greatest person to ever walk the earth, your eyes showed so much adoration, it made his heart hurt.

Jaemin leaned into your ear without faltering his pace and quietly said, “You’re doing so good for us baby, we’re almost done. We’ll go back to your apartment and take a bath and cuddle, okay?” You looked into his eyes and slightly nodded, but the wholesome moment was ruined when Jaemin’s cock rammed right into your g-spot. Your back arched up and you yelled out.

The sounds coming from your lower halves was the only thing that was able to take your eyes off of Jaemin’s. The sound was so obscene, it was wet and just by listening, you could picture the visual. Both of your guy’s thighs were shining from a mixture of lube and your arousal, and Jaemin’s cock was sliding in and out at a vigorous pace.

You two were losing yourselves in each other, “I’m close Nana.” You whined as you looked back up at Jaemin. “Me too baby, I’m almost there, hold out for me.” Rapidly shaking your head, you tighten the walls of your pussy, thinking that would help, and it did. It made Jaemin closer, meaning you wouldn’t have to wait for as long.

“I’m going to cum Y/n. Cum with me.” Jaemin moaned into your mouth. “Cum in me Jaemin.” The coil that had been building in your stomach snapped, your walls clamped impossible tight around Jaemin’s cock, and he threw his head back.

Jaemin came into you and continued to fuck into you, just this time slower, he was just riding out your highs. When he pulled out, you whimpered, not liking the feeling of being empty. Jaemin lazily smirked at the noise that immitted from your mouth and took two of his fingers and pushed the cum that had begun to leak out of you back into you.

“You look so pretty like this Y/n, you’re so good to me.” Jaemin looked down at you from his now kneeling position and watch his fingers push the bits of his cum back into you.

“And we’re done.” You both had forgotten about Jeno, too wrapped into your own personal bubble. Jeno had stopped filming right before he said that and Jaemin just nodded, still looking at you. The man holding the camera took that as his cue to leave, he set down his friend’s camera and went to his room to clean himself up. He was a bit upset that he wasn’t the one that was going to get to clean you up and cuddle with you afterwards, but after watching the last few minutes of whatever had just happened in there, it was obvious that you and Jaemin were perfect together, and he didn’t want to mess that up. He'd always have this memory to jerk off to, and it was going to be on the internet soon enough, so he’ll get to watch it from an outsider’s point as view as well.

It took a few minutes for you and Jaemin to really calm down, both intoxicated on each other to do anything else. But after those few minutes, Jaemin pulled himself from you so he could get a clean washcloth to wipe you up.

You stared at their ceiling and wondered if the video was going to help them like they needed it to. If it was just Jaemin living here and was about to be evicted, you would just offer him to start living with you. However, it was Jeno that would also need a place to stay, and your apartment was much too small. It was meant for single old people and having Jaemin there would make it a little crammed.

Being too into your own head caused you to miss Jaemin coming back into the room, and you didn’t notice that he was back until you felt the warm feeling of the damp washcloth on the inside of your thighs. He made sure you were clean there before moving on, you whined with he ran the washcloth around and over your pussy, cleaning the cum and lube that dripped from your ass.

He then moved onto cleaning your ass, he firstly helped you roll over so he could access that part of you. “I’m going to take out the plug, okay Y/n?” You were resting your head on your folding arms and moved your head, in hopes it would come across as a nod.

Jaemin did take it as consent and twisted the plug as he pulled it out, he smiled at the gasp you let out in relief from the tense feeling. He just listened to your noises as he finished cleaning you up, using a different washcloth to rub around the rest of your body, letting the warmth relax your muscles.

“Do you want to take a bath here or back at your place? I don’t mind either, but I know you’ll get tired from the warm water, and I know you prefer to sleep in your own bed. It’s up to you, I’m fine with whatever.” Jaemin moved to sit on the floor by the couch where your head was. He looked at how your eyes were shut, not tightly this time, but calmly, he ran his fingers through your slightly tangled hair and was careful when he came across any knots. He rubbed along your neck and shoulders, waiting for you to regain enough energy to get up to use the bathroom and get dressed.

“Can we go back to my place Nana?” He liked that you trusted him at your place, and that you preferred to be with him there alone, rather than his bachelor pad with Jeno. “We sure can, how about you go to the bathroom and then I’ll help you get dressed.” Jaemin helped you get up from your resting place on the couch and didn’t let go of you until you were seated on the toilet. He left you so you would have your privacy.

Waiting a few minutes, so he knew it was safe to come get you, he found you standing at the sink with your hands under warm water. “Let’s get you dress.” He kissed your forehead, nose, and then down to your lips as he softly grabbed your upper arms to lead you from behind to his room.

While he was waiting for the water to warm up for the washcloth, he used to clean you up, he grabbed a pair of his boxers, sweatpants, and one of his hoodies for you. “I didn’t think you’d want to wear something fitted like your panties, so I grabbed you a pair of smaller boxers that I don’t wear anymore, I get it if you don’t want to wear them, it won’t hurt my feel-.” Before he could finish what, he was saying, you started to put them on yourself. Jaemin grabbed them from your tired hands and knelt in front of you. He stretched them out a bit so it would be easier for you to put your feet through the holes.

You had put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you pick up on foot to step into the underwear and then the other. Before getting up, Jaemin grabbed his sweatpants from his bed to do the same thing. He looked up at you and felt himself lose his breath, you were looking down at him with sleepy eyes and you were wearing nothing but his boxers. He pulled the sweatpants up as he got up, he drug the tip of his nose along the skin of your stomach and then between your breasts, up your neck and then kissed your lips gently, scared that now you would break.

“Nana, I love you.” The feeling of his warm hands cupping your cheeks made you smile. “I love you too, Y/n.” If it weren’t for you two already exchanging ‘I love you’s he would’ve blamed it as the post extreme lust fogging your brain, but with the sincerity in which you said it with, he believed it whole-heartedly.

He forced himself to pull away so he could finish dressing you. Grabbing his mint hoodie, he told you to raise your arms up so he could slip it on. “Let’s go Y/n.” Scared to speak loudly, and interrupt the spell you both were under, he took your hand and led you to his door. You two passed Jeno’s room which was uncharacteristically quiet. Jaemin just said he must be asleep already and continued to walk to the door.

The ride back to your apartment was nice and quiet, Jaemin had two of the windows down so you could feel the warm air on your face. He was focusing on the empty road around him when he heard a slight giggle from your side of the car. “What’s so funny over there?” Jaemin side-eyed you and joined in on your giggling when you answered him. “We just made porn with your best friend to save you two from being kicked out from your apartment.”

“Yes, we did, but in all seriousness, thank you for agreeing to this. It’ll never happen again, I promise.” Jaemin tried to switch between looking at you and the road often. “I don’t know, I didn’t mind it, I liked being recorded. I wouldn’t mind doing those type of things on camera again, just maybe not post it next time. Hell, we could even let Jeno join in some times. It was fun.”

Jaemin wasn’t expecting you to say that, but he was so glad that you enjoyed yourself and had fun, he was praying you wouldn’t feel weird about yourself afterwards.

He pulled into the same parking spot of your building’s parking lot as he did the other night and ran around to your side of the car. “Jaemin, I can walk now.” You chuckled as Jaemin unbuckled your seatbelt to pick you up. “I know, I just like taking care of you, you’re my sweet baby and I put you through a lot tonight.” He said the last half softly and walked into your building.

Jaemin didn’t put you down until you two were in your bathroom and he sat you down on the closed toilet lid as he filled up your bathtub with warm water and bubbles. You watched the water fall from the faucet and into the tub that was now smelling like roses.

The tub was almost filled, so you took the liberty of removing Jaemin’s sweatshirt. The cold air on your now exposed warm skin caused your nipples to harden into pebbles. The man that was leaning over the tub to turn off the water, turned towards you and loved the sight in front of him. Your arms were crossed over your chest, squishing your boobs but your hard nipples were still visible under your forearms. The sweatpants were a bit too big, so they sagged down a bit, revealing the band of the boxers you were wearing.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to sound weird, but-uh-can I-can I take a photo of you?” You were taken back from his request, mostly because it seems to be on a very personal level, unlike what went down at his apartment. “I promise I won’t show anyone, it’s just for me.” You blinked and opened your mouth, “I guess so, yeah, is there anything you want me to do?” You were about to move your arms, but Jaemin reached out and stopped you. “Just stay still and look at me.”

When he said, ‘look at me’, he meant the camera but when he was getting ready to snap the photo, your eyes looked into his and he gulped. Whenever he looked at this photo, he’d remember that you were looking at him.

“Thank you, Y/n, do you want to see it?” You just shook your head, wanting to keep that photo to just him, and you pulled off his boxers and sweatpants from your legs in one go. When you lifted your leg up to step into the bath, you felt a strain in your thigh, making you whimper. Jaemin was immediately at you side and just picked you up bridal style to set you down in the warm water.

You scooted up and looked at Jaemin expectantly, he understood quickly and removed his clothes and sat in the space you made for him behind you. You leaned into him and dropped the back of your head to his shoulder.

“Nana? If I fall asleep while we’re in the tub, will you take care of me?” Kissing the side of your head, he mumbled, “I’ll always take care of you, no matter what.”

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