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Yan!Mean-Girls x Fem!Reader

"Just Girly Things"

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Bullying (Not at Reader), name callung, nude photos, coercion, dubcon touching, fem pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, masturbation, sex toys, mean girls, dumbification, buying affection.

(AN: I'm not super proud of this one, but did my best. Never written a fem!Yan before.)

The sound of clicking keypads and the occasional scoff can be heard in Maggie Robinsons loft bedroom. As the most popular girl at Delta High, it was important her room look as perfect as her. She chews on the strawberry flavored gum in her mouth, scrolling through her phone. She scoffs. "Sasha, did you see Jenny Taylor's latest post?" Sasha gags and nods. "Totally a spray-on tan." Sasha says, and Maggie nods. "She looks like a fucking orange. I bet you that nerd she's been with, his dick is that same shade right now..." The two cackle.

"Is he sick?" The third and final member of the group of cheerleaders asks. "Why would his dick be orange?" Sasha sighs, and puts a hand on her friends knee. "Lindsey, his dick is orange because her fake tan would rub off on it. It isn't like, permanently that color. It was a joke." Sasha explains. Lindsey pauses and tilts her head, before giggling. "Oh, I get it!" She claps her hands together, shaking the sequinned bracelet around her wrist as she does so. Maggie grins and roll her eyes at Lindsey's air-headed nature. Luckily, Sasha is always around to explain he jokes, because Maggie won't. She likes to watch her dumb subordinate work things out slowly.

"What about you, newbie? Ever had a fake tan?" She whips her head over to face you. You gulp as the school's queen bee sets her sights on you. You aren't sure why she seemed so fixated on you since you joined Delta High. Maybe it's because you were pretty, or talented, or just really obedient, but she's been dragging you around like a little purse dog since you met her, with Sasha and Lindsey flanking you both at all times. "Um, no." You mumble. She nods, and says "Good, you already have good skin. I mean, you should get a little more tan, but not with that shitty spray stuff. Or, y'know, you'll turn some jocks dick orange." The three laugh. "Because the tan rubs off!" Lindsey giggles. Maggie rolls her eyes, and groans. "Yes, Lindsey. Thanks for explaining." Lindsey looks down.

"Speaking of, have any of the guys at school caught your eye? I mean, like, appropriate ones for you. Not a fucking mathlete dork or something." She asks. "Not really. I've never actually had a boyfriend." The three girls freeze, and gasp. "Seriously?" "You've never had a boyfriend?" Maggie asks. She waves frantically, trying to get you to sit beside her on her bed. "Why not?" She asks. "Do you have a sex disease? Like... like cancer?" Lindsey asks, eyes wide. "Sex cancer, seriously?" Sasha says, glancing at her blonde friend, who only shrugs. "No one was ever interested, I guess." You grimace. You hadn't ever been popular, only making Maggie's interest in you more jarring. You had finally gotten a peek at what it was like to be school royalty.

"Not interested? Aw, you poor baby." Maggie pouts. "That's why you have us, you know? To doll you up, and keep you popular, that way you can have anyone you want." Sasha chirps. "I can't believe no one ever tried to get with you, you're like, really pretty." You smile awkwardly. "Thanks, Lindsey."

Maggie scoots closer, and you bite back a gasp when you feel her cold hands on your tank top, cupping your breasts. "Honestly. The jocks at school are horndogs, they'll stick it in anything, I'm surprised you haven't gotten any attention because of these." She bites her lips as her eyes wander down to your cleavage. "They're natural, right?" You nod. You feel the bed dip behind you, as Sasha and Lindsey join the two of you on the bed. "So you've never kissed anybody?" Sasha asks, tilting her head as her curls bounce. "No, I've kissed a boy, back in church in like, middle school or something." You chuckle, shrugging and rolling your eyes.

"What about kissing girls?" Your eyes widen. You shake your head as you feel the three girls gazes resting heavily on you. "I haven't. Why do you ask?" Maggie grins. "You could try with us. You're one of us now, you've gotta live a little. I mean, you haven't even had a boyfriend, or done it with someone. Let us help you." She coos. She leans in, and you gulp. "Don't you have a boyfriend, Maggie? Jason, right?" She asks. Maggie nods. "Yeah, but like, he won't care. He'll probably think this is hot or something. Besides, it's just girls helping each other out. It's not like a random hookup, we're all friends here." She feigns hurt at your hesitance, pouting. "Don't you like us?" Lindsey whines, giving you puppy dog eyes as she rests her head on your shoulder from behind. "No, I like you guys, it's just-" You look at Lindsey. "Alright, we can do this." You sigh. Maggie grins, and puts her hands on your waist, pressing her chest to yours. "Good, it's not even weird. It's like, just girly things." She explains. She bites your lip playfully, making you blush as she finally presses her lips to yours. As you kiss the school's queen bee, you can taste the light strawberry flavor of her gum, and as she pulls away a string of sticky lip gloss connects your lips for a moment.

"See? You did good, especially for someone who's only kissed once before." Maggie coos. Lindsey pops up to kiss your cheek. "Your skin is so soft!" She giggles, nuzzling your neck. Sasha sits to the side, waiting for orders from Maggie. "Lemme see your chest." Maggie begins to tug up your tight, white tanktop, grinning when she sees that you have no bra on. "No bra, huh? Maybe you wanted us to do this?" She teases. "Pretty..." She circles her fingers around your left nipple, watching it pebble up. "I bet you're sensitive, huh?" Sasha asks. You can't speak, and only nod. Maggie's cold hands make you shiver, as she gropes your breasts with a wicked grin. She reaches down and puts Lindsey's hands on your breasts. "Lindsey, keep playing with her tits, okay? I'm gonna move a little lower." Lindsey nods, fondling your breasts from behind. "I'll try not to scratch you, my nails are kinda long right now..." She giggles. Maggie hikes up your skirt, keeping it around your waist. She licks her lips as she touches the black panties covering your cunt. "Are these from that department store on 9th?" She asks. "Uh, yeah?" She rolls her eyes. "You don't need to be wearing that shit, that's for people like Jenny Taylor, not girls like us. Tell you what-" She leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it. "You make me cum, and I'll take you downtown tomorrow and buy you something cute. That's sure to help you get a guy." She obviously has no intentions of getting you a boyfriend, considering the way her gaze turns possessive. Still, she can't deny that she likes the idea of seeing you in something lacey, especially something she bought you. She notices from the corner of her eye how Sasha is squirming, clearly eager to act, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously.

"Sasha?" Her head perks up immediatly, and she stills. "Y-yes, Maggie?" She pants. "Go get my wand, the pink one." Sasha nods, and scurries over to Maggie's closet, digging around for something. She manages to pull out a pink wand, with a microphone-like rubber tip. You can feel Maggies fingers trying to pull your panties to the side. "You ever played with yourself?" She whispers. You nod. "Yeah, a few times." You admit. "How?" She presses an index against your aroused clit. You gasp. "Fingers! I use my fingers, inside me." You moan. She pouts again, as Sasha hands her the wand. "Well, no wonder your little clit is so swollen, you've not been giving it any attention." She coos. "Don't worry, I've got just the thing." She takes the wand from Sasha. "It feels so good." Sasha says, her eyes full of sincerity. You wonder just how many times these girls have done this sort of thign. Does anyone else at school know?

You are torn from your thoughts when you hear a whirring sound. "What's that gonna do?" You ask. "It vibrates, and I'm just gonna press it right up against your clit, okay? It's gonna feel so fucking good..." She groans. "But, I'm going to enjoy something too. You know, for being such a good friend, and taking in a little newbie. You watch as Maggie mounts your thigh, gasping when you feel her slick pussy press against your leg. Has she not been wearing underwear this whole time? Your whole body flinches when you feel a pusling wave in your lower. "A-ah, shit." You grip the sheets of Maggie's bed tightly. Somehow, the stimulation to your clit makes Lindsey's pawing at your chest feel even more pleasurable. Maggie chuckles as she begins to grind herself against your thigh. "Feels good, huh? You like that? Your pretty new friends taking good care of you? Putting a pretty vibrator on your clit?" Her condescedngin tone makes you blush in shame. After a while, her moans grow in volume too. "Fuck, even just your thighs feel good. Maybe, god- maybe soon I'll ride your pussy like this." She groans. "God, not even Jason makes me feel this hot, this wet. That little limp-dick, can't even make me finish." She tilts her head back. "Sasha, take a photo, m' boutta cum." Sasha pales. "I don't... um, can I use you phone, mines dead?" Maggie doesn't open her eyes, but Sasha can sense her rage. "I don't care, just taking the fuckin' photo, I'm so close. C'mon, baby. Cum on my vibrator, I'll buy you something, anything, just do it." You weren't expecting to her Maggie beg for anything in your lifetime, much less for you to cum. Overwhelmed, you feel your orgasm hit hard. "M-maggie, I'm, oh..." She nods rapidly as she practically bounces on your thigh. "Yeah, right there, I'm cumming to..." She pants.

You close your eyes, but still sense a flash of light from Sasha snapping a photo. As your legs shake from the feeling, Maggie casually dismounts your thighs, sitting down on the bed beside you. She kisses your forehead. "You did so good. I'll get you something so cute to wear to school next week." She flips her hair and acts nonchalant, as if she hadn't just held a sex toy to your cunt while she rode your thigh like her life depended on it. "Sasha, let me see that photo." Sasha shows her the phone, and she grimaces. "Ugh, I look so fucking pale. Put a Sepia filter on it or something." Before Sasha can, Lindsay snatches the phone, and lets out a whine.

"Only my hands are in it! What the hell, Sasha!"

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ Me, Myself and Him

tags: xavier x mc, mc being jealous of herself, timelines, playful teasing, angst, heartfelt conversations, character development, romance

spoilers: anecdote 3, lightseeker myth

word count: 1.5k+

It was a sunny afternoon when you had just returned from your visit to Philo, where you were getting fitted for your new secret identity for an upcoming mission.

As you walked back home, your mind was racing with the revelations Jeremiah had shared. His words echoed in your mind, leaving you with mixed emotions. Should you be mad? Or laugh at the ridiculousness of it all? How are you going to talk to Xavier without him avoiding the question?

Bursting through the door, you found Xavier helping to move some things around the house as part of the housecleaning he had offered to help with. He looked up, a smile forming when he saw you.

"Xavier, do you even love me?" you asked out of the blue with your arms crossed, feigning anger, though you'd admit that you were somewhat hurt.

Xavier chuckled softly, "Why am I here then?"

"To pass time!" You threw up your hands dramatically. "You're here to get that Protocore for the Queen."

Xavier stopped whatever he was doing, looking shocked. He asked in confusion, "How did you..."

"I asked—okay, threatened Jeremiah to tell me everything about your past relationships—and I found out that I'm the third version of me that you've been with?!" you exclaimed.

Xavier made a mental note to "deal" with Jeremiah later. He stood there for a minute to collect his thoughts. Finally, he walked over to you and sighed.

Placing his hands softly on your shoulders, he said, "I'll explain everything to you." He gently guided you down to the couch to continue the conversation.

As he sat down beside you, you retorted, "Oh, you don't need to. I know everything now. Like your first love and that you're now searching for a specific Protocore to save your beloved Queen," you grumbled, exaggeratingly scooting away from him as you looked away.

Gently, he turned your head back to him. "Yes..." He paused for a moment, then added teasingly, trying to ease the tension, "You do know that they're still you, right?"

"No, I'm me. They're them. They're the ones you hold dear in your heart," you said, pouting. Xavier couldn't help but find you cute as you pouted your way into his heart.

"How can I compare to your first love? She's the one who started it all. She's your one true love. They say that no one can ever replace your first love," you rambled.

Xavier responded, "You're not a replacement. Why would you think that?"

Ignoring his question, you continued. "Since there are already two of them in your heart, there won't be any space for me. Hmmph," you huffed softly.

Xavier smirked slightly. "My heart is bigger than you'd think," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, then go find the fourth version of me to fill in the remaining space," you said.

"Oh really? Should I then?" Xavier said while pretending to contemplate, trying to lighten the mood.

"Go ahead. I'm just here for you to pass time while looking for the Protocore for your Queen," you retorted.

Xavier's eyebrows raised. "Pass time? Then darling, you're my favorite pastime," he said, nodding affirmatively.

You blushed at his words but tried to maintain composure as you cleared your throat. "Don't you try to sweet-talk your way out of this. I'm serious," you furrowed your brows in attempt of looking stern.

Xavier smiled, reaching out to gently lift your chin with his finger. "Don't pout, darling," he teased softly. "Your pout is too adorable to resist."

You huffed, determined not to let him get his way so easily. "What happens if you find the Protocore? You wouldn't need me anymore. You're just going to leave me," you said, pouting more aggressively.

"I couldn't leave you even if I tried. We're stuck together, remember?" Xavier teased but there was an underlying sincerity in his voice.

Looking at you still feeling bothered by it, his playful expression faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

He had found the Protocore and it's in you.

You followed his line of sight and your heart sank. "Is it—" you placed a hand on your heart, your eyes widened in shocking revelation.

Xavier took your hand from your heart and said firmly, "No," squeezing your hand gently. Not an option, he thought to himself. "I'm still looking for it."

You sighed in relief at his answer not knowing that you indeed have the Protocore infused in your heart.

However, Xavier would never sacrifice you, not even for another version of yourself. Distraught by the thought, he quickly dismissed it.

Ever since he had been in a relationship with you, he realized that he needed to push himself to communicate with you. You needed it, and he owed it to you. It had been the hardest thing to do, but for you, it would always be worth it.

He puts a hand on your knee, his touch warm and reassuring. "Y/n, finding the Protocore is about more than just the Queen. It's about saving her, yes, but it's also about protecting the future and everything that matters in it. And that includes you," he explained, his voice gentle but firm.

You blinked, surprised by the depth of his response. "But what about your feelings for her?" you asked, searching his eyes for answers.

Xavier sighed, his gaze never leaving yours. "My feelings for her are real, just as they are for you. But they're different, too," he paused, trying to articulate what he felt.

"The Queen represents duty, responsibility, and a love that spans lifetimes. But you?" His voice shook as he continued, "You're my present, my partner. My love for you is grounded in the here and now, in the moments we share together." His voice was filled with sincerity.

You looked away once again, trying to process the information. Xavier smiled warmly, "My princess, look at me."

You refused to meet his eyes. "A Queen is better," you mumbled under your breath. "I bet the Queen is prettier because she's in finer clothes and has the riches," you said, pursing your lips in teasing resignation.

Xavier shook his head amusedly and countered, "You as a Queen is not all about beauty or riches. You're brave, kind and selfless. No different from what you are now because you are her and she is you. You are my constant. Always have been, always will be."

A playful, frustrated whine left your lips. Xavier let out a light chuckle. Any sound from you is music to his ears. "No matter if you're a Queen or a worm, I love you no matter what."

An unexpected burst of laughter escaped your lips before you could stop it. "A worm?" you said in disbelief.

"Yes, a worm. You'll be the cutest worm," Xavier chimed, beaming at finally being able to make you laugh again.

The moonlight shone on you from the windows, highlighting the soft contours of your face, making his heart melt at the sight. He looked up to the moon and smiled to himself.

As the laughter died down, Xavier reached out and tenderly placed your hands in his. In a soft voice, he explained, "My love, like the various phases of the moon during different periods of time, you remain the same moon I will ever love. It doesn't matter what timeline you are in. What I feel for you will never change—a love that knows no bounds and transcends time and space."

Seeing your softened state, Xavier wrapped an arm around your shoulder, tugging you close to his side.

"And if it makes it any better... you're my first kiss," Xavier said with pride before rubbing his neck, blushing, "and my first... you know..."

"Am I really? Have you not even kissed the other two before?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow skeptically, leaning away.

"Nope," he said, cheerfully soft, pulling you snug against him. Perplexed, you asked, "But why?"

He brushed a lock of hair from your face as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "Maybe because you're my favorite." He traced a finger along your jawline and looked straight into your eyes, giving you the sweetest smile that contrasted his husky whisper.

Your eyes widened in shock, he never failed to leave you blushing profusely. Xavier smiled in triumph as he saw your flushed cheeks and pulled you into his embrace, nestling your head onto his chest. He whispered, "I love you, y/n. Forever and always."

Melting into his warmth, your heart fluttered as you returned the hug. You then smiled as you felt a déjà vu moment. "I guess now I know why you were so jealous of Lumiere..."

"Do not speak of him," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. His head was slightly tilted and shaking as he gave you sad puppy eyes, which made you giggle softly.

"I love you too, Lu–" you started teasingly, but stopped as Xavier pulled away to give you a playful look of warning. "Xavier. I was about to say Xavier," you corrected.

"You'd better," Xavier said before giving a peck on your lips, then another, and another, giving you butterfly kisses until you giggled uncontrollably.

As he attacked you relentlessly with kisses all over you, you thought to yourself. Maybe he's right. Knowing that he loved every version of you was beginning to feel comforting—like he's seeing your soul and not just the superficial aspects or your personality. He loves all of it, all of you.

note: The Protocore in MC being the Protocore to save Philos is just a speculation. But man, the future angst if it were true.

here are my other fanfics tagged as #xavierbunbun fanfic, if you're interested :3 thanks for reading~

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