#( it's them across all verses tbh )

[smileysuh]

send in the clowns

🌙 staring. Hyuck & Mark & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

tw/cw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k

🍭 aus. Halloween, frat au, friends to lovers, Joker!Jae, Buggy!Mark, Pennywise!Hyuck, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm not sure I can even explain this one tbh

1: Mark

Mark loves drunk karaoke nights. He loves the way the alcohol calms him down, making his skin tingle and his lids feel heavy. He loves how easy it is to smile and laugh while his friends make fools of themselves. He loves watching Hyuck and Jungwoo be silly goofy chaos demons, choosing duets and ballads that make them sink to their knees and belt out songs so loud that they get noise complaints from other frat boys walking by their room. But most of all, Mark loves watching you sing, watching your hips sway to the music as you lose yourself in the energy.

It has taken a year of being friends with you before you opened up and started really relaxing with Mark and his frat brothers. Mark has enjoyed every moment of watching you bloom into the flower you are now. He’d thought you were cute when you first met, but these days, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever had the pleasure of getting to know.

He feels downright lucky, sitting on his bed, a beer in his hand, watching you stumble your way through a rap verse. Karaoke is never about being good at singing, although, Hyuck does often get a one-hundred-point score and boasts about it by running down the halls declaring himself the best singer in the frat. 

No, drunk karaoke is simply about friendship. It’s about the way Mark feels able to be truly himself when he’s with you, his roommate Hyuck, and his two other frat brothers Jaehyun and Jungwoo. You’re a fivesome Mark had never expected to feel so at home with, but now, he couldn’t imagine anything else.

It’s getting late, and your energy is rapidly deteriorating, especially as you finish up your song and collapse next to Mark on his bed. He knows you well enough to see that when Hyuck and Jungwoo complete their next duet, you’ll be heading back to your apartment across campus.

Mark does his best to appreciate the time he has left with you, scooting closer so your thighs are just touching. He offers you his beer but you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from the excitement of getting a score of ninety-eight.

In the confines of Hyuck and Mark’s small room, the two most extroverted of the fivesome pour their hearts out into ‘Greased Lightning,’ complete with flamboyant choreography and more giggling than Mark’s tired abdomen can even handle. 

Even Jaehyun is laughing, standing by the window with a joint. His cheeks are flushed red, ears matching, and Mark swears he’s never seen Jaehyun as free as he is during nights like this. 

As the song finishes up, you let out a deep sigh, standing. “I should really be headed home.”

Mark rises to his feet, pulling you into a hug that never lasts long enough. “Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, offering you a small smile as he does his best to conceal just how much he enjoys your company.

“You guys know I never miss karaoke night,” you grin, sending him a wink before you head over to hug Jaehyun.

Mark watches the way his hyung’s eyes close as he holds you, his embrace lingering around your smaller form.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Jae,” you nod, pulling away before your gaze shifts to Hyuck. “And I’ll see you and Mark at the Halloween party tomorrow night.”

“Not if we see you first,” Hyuck teases, pulling you into a hug that looks a little too tight for Mark’s liking.

“God, you’re such clowns,” you laugh, pushing at Hyuck’s shoulders to prompt him to release you.

“Is that a song request?” Mark’s roommate asks, jumping on the chance to sing another. “I would crush Sinatra’s ‘Send In The Clowns.’” 

You simply roll your eyes, going to join Jungwoo at the door. “Goodnight, guys.”

Jungwoo has been your longest-standing friend since first year. He’s the one who introduced you to Mark, Hyuck and Jaehyun. He’s probably the only person in the room who doesn’t want to fuck you, and he’s the one you always walk home with- leaving the frats at night can be dangerous for a pretty girl like you, and your six-foot golden retriever bestie always insists on making sure you get back to your apartment safe.

With one last goodbye, you leave, and there’s a noticeable shift in the energy of the room. All three men let out small sighs, and Jaehyun turns to the window, clearly intent on watching you walk away. 

Hyuck, meanwhile, collapses onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “She’s great.”

“She is,” Mark agrees, sipping his beer. 

“You know, I’ve got a great idea,” Hyuck says dreamily.

“Let's hear it,” Jaehyun sighs, biting the bait while still looking out the window.

“I’m thinking- now don’t immediately shut this down, but I’m definitely thinking Halloween orgy.”

Mark chokes on his beer, sputtering and trying to clear his throat.

“Jesus, Mark, don’t die-” Hyuck sits up, staring at him while Jaehyun simply shakes his head with a smile. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah, but why are you serious?” Mark asks, swallowing thickly. “Why do you think that’s a good idea?” 

“Not just a good idea, a great one,” Hyuck smirks. “Listen, we’ve all been into her for ages, and what's the one thing stopping us from making a move? Each other.”

“I wouldn’t say that’s the only thing stopping us,” Jaehyun muses. 

“She wants us,” Hyuck states.

“She does?” This is news to Mark.

“A hundred percent… like my karaoke score. I’m sure of it.” Hyuck nods to himself. “It’s in the body language.”

Jaehyun turns away from the window to asses Hyuck, crossing his arms over his chest. “What body language?”

“Just trust me.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “No.”

“Your loss, don’t join the orgy, Mark and I will show her a good time,” Hyuck’s eyes shift to the Canadian, “Won’t we, Mark?”

Mark’s throat goes dry. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this scenario. As roommates and best friends, he and Hyuck have shared girls before- this wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary…

“I mean…” Mark sighs.

“You’re both crazy,” Jaehyun insists. 

Hyuck scoffs loudly. “As if you don’t want to join!”

“I’m not saying I don’t, I’m just pointing out that there are multiple reasons none of us have taken a shot at her.” Mark appreciates Jaehyun’s level-headed thinking, it’s a sharp contrast to Hyuck’s chaos. The Hyung in the room is good at voicing what Mark isn’t able to. “If she’s not interested, you’ll ruin karaoke night. You’ll ruin the friendship. If she is interested, who’s to say she wants all of us? Most girls are monogamous- who’s to say she’d even want to be part of an orgy with three guys? Who’s to say we could all actually handle sharing, given who she is to us? Hyuck, can you honestly say you wouldn’t get jealous watching her suck Mark off?”

“Not if I was balls deep in her pussy,” Hyuck grins.

Jaehyun only sighs, rolling his eyes and shifting his attention out the window again. “This is a bad idea.”

2 : Jae

The only class Jaehyun arrives early to is the one he shares with you. He can’t help the feeling that rushes through him as he takes the amphitheater-style stairs two at a time, joining you in your seats at the back of the massive class. 

“Hey you,” you grin, already turning in your seat to smile at him.

“Hey.” He puts his bag down, also angling to look at you. “How’s it going?”

“Going good,” you nod, taking in his onesie. It’s Halloween, so you’d both agreed to come in Pokemon outfits, and Jaehyun feels a lot more comfortable than a few other students in more restrictive costume attire. “You look good as Charmander.”

“Thanks, Pikachu.” God, he likes you way too much. Sometimes it’s hard to tear his gaze away from you, hard to make conversation instead of just staring at your lips. “You know, I’m a little surprised you actually came as a Pokemon.”

“What?” You cock your head to the side. “Why? We promised we would!”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun shrugs. “I know you have that thing about clowns, guess I thought maybe you’d come as one today.”

“My thing about clowns,” you laugh, “says the clown.” You reach over, squishing his cheek, and it makes Jaehyun grin so hard it almost hurts.

“Tell me I’m wrong!”

You sigh. “Okay, you’re not. I like clowns a weird amount. But everyone has their kinks right?”

“I’ve always wondered what you like about clowns.”

You stare at him and Jaehyun leans back in his seat. He waits for you to elaborate, reaching up to play with the rim of his baseball cap.

“Honestly?” You swallow thickly. “I don’t know, there’s just something about the smile makeup maybe? The crazy aspect? I just feel like, when people dress up as clowns, it’s about having a good time. They can’t judge you because they’re the clown- it’s kind of freeing, a nice freeing energy, if that makes any sense.” 

“I suppose that makes sense,” Jaehyun admits. 

“Can I be extra honest with you about something?” you ask, scooting your chair closer and lowering your voice.

“Of course.” Jaehyun also moves closer, his knee butting against yours. You look so pretty, especially up close. There’s no way the Pikachu onesie should be hot, but you’ve gotten the buttons undone just enough that he can take a peek down at your bra at this short distance, and it makes him swallow thickly, trying to get a hold of himself.

“I’m this close,” you hold up two fingers almost touching, “to fucking anyone dressed as a clown at the frat party tonight.”

Jaehyun’s heart lurches abruptly in his chest. His mouth goes dry and his palms feel sweaty. He can only blink at you for a moment before he’s able to find his voice again. “R-really?” 

“Uh huh,” you nod, looking absolutely determined. 

“Anyone?” 

“Anyone.” 

“Fuck,” Jaehyun whispers, forcing his gaze forward. He has no idea how to play this situation- no idea how to act nonchalant about this. Jaehyun prides himself in being good in any situation, his technique is staying calm through breathing, but he can hardly take a breath right now. 

“Do you know anyone planning on dressing as a clown?” you ask.

“Uh…” he licks his lips, mind still reeling. “Maybe a couple of the guys.”

It’s a lie, and he feels bad saying it… but at the same time, he doesn’t want to shut the door on this opportunity. He knows at least two men who would dress as a clown at the drop of the hat upon hearing this information- and Jaehyun is quick to wonder if he could somehow go to the party as a clown without it being glaringly obvious that he wants to fuck you stupid.

“What did you say you’re going as again?” 

Jaehyun can hardly look at you. “I uh… hadn’t really decided yet.”

“Okay, Mister Secrets,” you tease. “Don’t tell me, I’ll find out tonight.”

The teacher enters the class, and Jaehyun shifts in his chair, trying to focus. 

It’s impossible to get what you’ve just said out of his head. In the corners of his mind, Jaehyun almost feels like it had been a challenge. He thinks about what Hyuck had said, about your body language- had this been you dropping a hint? 

Do you want him to fuck you?

3 : Hyuck

“Excuse me,” Ten’s voice makes Hyuck freeze, “what, exactly, are you doing?”

Hyuck and Mark slowly turn toward the angry frat boy standing at the door of his room. Ten looks pissed- and he has every right to be. 

Hyuck can see Mark open his mouth in the periphery of his vision, and it causes him to grab his friend's arm to silence him. “There you are!” Hyuck exclaims. “We were looking all over for you!”

Ten’s not convinced, and he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your charm doesn’t work on me, Haechan. What are you two doing with my makeup?”

“Oh, this?” Hyuck looks down at the eye shadow pallet in his hands. “Funny story actually-”

Ten scoffs loudly. “Spit it out.”

“We need to borrow some makeup,” Mark states. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“You know, out of all the guys who could be stealing my eye shadow set, I never expected it to be you two losers.”

“We’ve got a very good explanation for this-” Hyuck begins, only for Mark to cut him off.

“We’re trying to be clowns for Halloween.”

“As if you need any makeup for that, you’re both already clowns,” Ten sasses. “Besides, I thought you guys were going to the party as superheroes or something.”

“We changed our minds,” Hyuck says simply.

“As if,” another eye roll from Ten. “What’s the real reason?”

“Well, y/n has this thing for clowns-” Mark mumbles.

“I should have known this was about y/n,” Ten sighs. “But wait, you’re both going to dress up as clowns and try to what? Fuck her on Halloween?”

“Well, Jae said that y/n said she’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight-”

Hyuck groans. Mark needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.

“So we’re talking about a full-on clown orgy?” Ten asks, and shockingly enough, as disgusted as he looks, he also seems almost impressed. “You two, Jae and y/n?”

“Jae might not join,” Hyuck is quick to point out, and in the corners of his mind, he sort of hopes he doesn’t. It will be annoying enough as it is vying with Mark for your attention, let alone Jaehyun too.

“Jae will a hundred percent be joining,” Ten sighs. “If you can convince her, that is.”

“What makes you so sure?” Mark asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Have you seen the way that guy looks at her? He’s whipped. But I guess all three of you look at her that way, maybe you don’t notice your friends doing the same thing.” Ten approaches them, taking the eyeshadow pallet from Hyuck. “I’ll help you with clown makeup. If you’re going to do this, you’ll have to do it right.”

“Really?” Mark beams. “Thank you!”

“You run and get Jaehyun, and I’ll start on Hyuck,” Ten says, looking his target up and down. “We’ll also have to decide which clowns you three are going as.”

“Can’t we just be generic clowns?” Hyuck asks, allowing Ten to lead him to sit on the bed.

The man from Thailand scoffs. “As if a ten out of ten like y/n is going to fuck just any clown, you three have to be recognizable.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

Ten grins slyly, reaching for his makeup kit. “I can think of a few clowns that girls wanna bang.”

4 : Jungwoo

“Hey Ten, I’m here for my…” Jungwoo pauses in the doorway, the word “glitter” leaving his lips as an afterthought while he stares at the scene in front of him.

Jaehyun is leaning by the window, a joint between his fingers. His purple outfit is jokeresque, but it’s his makeup that makes it clear who he is. With a white face, a jagged red overdrawn smile and dark eyes, he looks as stunning as Heath Ledger did in the role, but prettier, which isn’t that much of a shock considering this is Jaehyun.

Hyuck, meanwhile, is in a white shirt and jeans, his face done up in a matching cream shade. His nose and smile are red, with the colour on his lips curving up as slits through his eyes. His hair isn’t orange, just its normal shade of brown, but he’s a dead ringer for Pennywise, even without a good costume. 

Mark, meanwhile, is sitting on the bed. He’s not a clown that Jungwoo recognizes, especially not as Ten combs blue temporary dye through his bleach blonde hair. There’s something like white crossbones across his forehead, and he has the messiest red patch around his mouth, with blue slashes through his eyebrows and eyelids-

“Who is Mark supposed to be?” Jungwoo can’t help but ask, staring at his friend in confusion.

“I told you no one would know who I am!” Mark groans loudly, looking up at Ten.

“Do any of you even watch anime?” Ten sighs. “He’s Buggy The Clown from One Piece, there’s even a live-action of it on Netflix that came out two months ago- I swear, do you all live under a rock? I promise, if y/n actually likes clowns, she’ll know who Mark is.”

Ten’s words make Jungwoo realize what’s happening, and he lets out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest while he stares at his karaoke friends. “So that’s what this is about.”

“She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist.

He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. 

And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends. 

5 : Barbie

The first words that Jungwoo says to you when he meets you outside the frat are, “You’re going to die.”

“What do you mean?” you laugh, linking your arm with his as he helps you up the house steps, being mindful of your sparkly heels.

“Just wait till you see, I don’t want to spoil it for you,” your best friend grins.

“Did one of our boys dress up as a clown?” you ask, skin tingling at the prospect.

“Something like that.”

“Two?” Your heart is already beginning to thunder in your ribcage.

“I told you, I’m not telling!” The two of you enter the large frat living room and makeshift dance floor. Your eyes immediately scan the location, looking for clowns.

At first, you almost miss Mark, but as your gaze narrows in on the blue hair you realize your first clown is none other than your favorite Canadian. “That’s Mark?” you ask in shock, looking him up and down from twenty feet away.

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be Muggy or something-”

“Buggy,” you correct.

“At least you know what the fuck his costume is,” Jungwoo sighs. 

“That’s such an odd choice for him- I didn’t know any of you even watched One Piece.”

“Ten suggested it I think,” Jungwoo admits. 

“That’s why he looks so good!”

“I mean…” your best friend gives you some major side eye, “if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Then you notice who’s standing next to Mark. his back had been to you, but as he turns and scans the crowd, you catch Pennywise makeup and you practically shiver at the realization that it’s Hyuck.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, clinging to Jungwoo even tighter. “I got roommates.”

“You’re so weird,” Jungwoo laughs. “Wait, I uh… think someone wants to talk to you.” Your friend is looking over your shoulder, and when you turn, you find Jaehyun standing there.

He looks as awkward as you’ve ever seen him, decked out as The Joker.

You can’t believe it. 

You’re three for three.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “You look good.”

He’s scanning your Barbie costume, and you notice the way he tries to skip over your breasts… and fails. 

“You look good too,” you grin, already feeling a little overwhelmed with how many clowns are at the party. 

“I mean…” Jaehyun swallows thickly, “You said you like clowns-”

“I said more than that,” you tease.

“Okay, I’m getting a drink,” Jungwoo announces, unlinking your arms. “Have fun.”

“Don’t worry, I intend to,” you grin, watching him dart away before you turn your attention back to Jaehyun. You open your mouth, intent on flirting- on getting down to the business at hand, but before you can, someone grabs your forearm and you find Hyuck standing there.

He looks out of breath, and you realize he must have just run through the crowd to get to you, with Mark still trailing behind him by a few feet.

“You’re here!” Hyuck smirks. When he looks you up and down, he doesn’t bother hiding his attraction to you. “Nice dress.”

“Nice makeup,” you laugh, feeling like a kid in a candy store. 

“Well, we all know you’re a sucker for clowns.” It feels like a perfectly harmless statement, but by the way Hyuck’s smile widens, you can see the innuendo behind his words and it makes your stomach tie into knots. “Come on, Barbie,” his hand slips from your forearm to your wrist, and he tugs gently, “dance with us.”

 Your gaze shifts back at Jaehyun, he looks like he wants to say something- but you find yourself being dragged into the crowd.

Hyuck positions himself behind you, and Mark slots in front, hands finding your hips to steady you amongst the moving sea of bodies. “Hi,” he says, leaning in so you can hear him over the music.

“Hi, Buggy,” you grin, taking in the details of his makeup. Ten really did a number on him- you’ll have to thank him some time for making your dreams come true. 

“Thank God you know who I am,” Mark laughs, relief flooding his clowny features. 

Hyuck presses his body against your back, hands slipping around your waist- his breath on the nape of your neck cuts off any words you’d planned on saying to Mark, and it must be clear, because he leans in again, “Is this okay?”

You swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah, I think- I think I’m just surprised.”

“Why are you surprised?” Hyuck asks, his voice hoarse as you rub your ass back against him. 

“I mean- when I told Jaehyun I wanted to fuck a clown tonight, I expected one of you, maybe two, but not all three,” you admit.

“You can take all of us,” Hyuck says smoothly.

“If you want to,” Mark corrects. 

“Do you all want to?” you ask. “You’re not going to make me choose?”

“Mark and I are used to sharing,” Hyuck informs you. “I’m not sure about Jae.”

All three of you turn to look at the joker still standing off the dance floor, his gaze is fixed on you- God, it feels good to be pressed between Mark and Hyuck while Jaehyun watches. 

“How long…” Mark leans close again, and his lips brush over your ear, “How long have you known we’re all into you.”

“You’re not great at hiding it, Mark,” you laugh.

“And you really don’t have a favorite?” he asks, pulling away to look you deep in your eyes. 

“Do I seem like I have a favorite?” you counter.

“It’s obviously me,” Hyuck says loudly, pulling you back even tighter. “I’m everyone’s favourite.”

Mark ignores Hyuck, his gaze dipping down to your lips then back up. Even in a sea of bodies, with Hyuck rubbing against your ass, something about being pressed to Mark’s chest while he stares at you like this feels intimate. He’s so pretty, especially with the clown makeup and the blue hair- it gives him this dangerous edge, but below the layers of red, white and blue, this is still Mark, one of the softest men you’ve ever met.

You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, reaching for Mark’s shoulders-

He practically smashes his mouth against yours, and you realize how eager he is by the way his tongue immediately swipes a lick at your lower lip. His fingers dig into your hips, tugging you closer and away from Hyuck-

A second mouth finds your skin, with Hyuck groaning against your throat. The sensation makes a shiver run through you, and you part your lips for Mark, who dips his tongue inside. 

You truly can’t believe your luck tonight. As you cling tighter to Mark, enjoying Hyuck’s rough hands on your body, you almost forget about Jaehyun- but as soon as he pops in your mind, you pull away from the roommates, turning to look for your Joker.

He’s no longer standing by the dance floor, he’s walking away, and your heart lurches in your chest.

“Jae-” you say, tugging away from Mark and Hyuck to chase after your favorite classmate. If you’re being really honest with yourself- you’d told Jae about wanting to fuck a clown because out of all three, he’s the one you could see yourself really going the distance with.

Jaehyun has two years on Mark, and three on Hyuck- he’s the most mature of the three karaoke fratboys you’ve been thirsting over. There’s something about him that’s always made you feel calm- in contrast to the chaos Hyuck brings, and the warm fuzzies Mark gives you.

You like them all in different ways, you suppose, and you can’t stand the idea of losing even one of them from your hook tonight.

“Jae!” you call again, louder this time as you follow him- catching up just as he makes it to the stairwell door. He turns to look at you, and you blink. “Where are you going?”

“Needed a stronger drink,” he muses, scanning your face. “You’ve got a little something, here-” he reaches, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb over your lips, “And here,” his fingers smooth across your neck.

“Oh-” you go to wipe at your skin, only to find white and red makeup on your hand. 

Mark and Hyuck have just caught up to you, and when you turn, you see their makeup all smudged around their mouths. God, you hadn’t thought about actually fucking a guy in clown paint- this is going to be messier than it already will be fucking three men.

“What’s going on?” Mark asks, looking worried.

“Just getting another drink,” Jae sighs, pulling his hand away from you.

“Can we come?” you question.

“Sure.” Jaehyun reaches down and interlocks your fingers, guiding you up the stairwell while Hyuck and Mark lurch to follow.

You can hear them, two steps behind you, but two becomes four, and they begin to whisper. You makeout the words “serious,” “fucked,” “crazy,” and “sober.” it sounds like an intense conversation, but your mind is more pleasantly occupied thinking about Jaehyun and the way he’s holding your hand.

“Are you enjoying the party?” you ask.

“I was.”

“Looked like you wanted to say something to me earlier,” you point out.

“Maybe I did. It’s out of my head now.”

You’re not sure you believe him, but you don’t press Jaehyun as you make it to his floor. He’s roommates with Jungwoo, and you know the route to their little shared room like the back of your hand. When you get to the door, Jaehyun takes out his key to unlock it before allowing you inside first.

You head toward the shelf they keep their booze, rifling through it for your drink of choice while Jaehyun comes to stand next to you, grabbing the Whiskey.

“How much are you two planning on drinking tonight?” Mark’s voice makes both you and Jaehyun turn to stare at the Canadian.

He looks serious, but it’s hard to take him seriously while dresses as Buggy the Clown.

“Excuse me?” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh.

“I uh…” Mark shuffles awkwardly as Hyuck closes the door behind them, locking you into Jaehyun’s room with your three clowns. “I just… are you two planning on getting drunk or…?”

“I just want a shot,” you explain, finding a tiny glass to fill.

“And I’m just doing a double,” Jaehyun says, pouring whiskey into his red solo cup.

“Since when are you two all about being sober?” you ask, lifting your gaze to assess the two clowns by the door while you raise your glass to your lips.

“We’re usually not,” Mark admits-

“But tonight, we have a good reason to be,” Hyuck finishes.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun sips his drink. “And what reason is that?”

“Well…” Mark’s ears are turning red, and it’s a funny contrast to his blue hair.

“Let’s not play around,” Hyuck sighs. “We all know why we’re here.”

All their eyes shift to you, and you quickly take your shot, grimacing at the taste. “Someone better spit it out,” you prompt, although, you already know where this is going. Mark and Hyuck had already broached the subject with you on the dance floor.

“Fine, I’ll just say it,” Hyuck throws his hands up in defeat. “Clown orgy.”

You let out a small laugh. “Clown orgy?”

“A foursome,” he clarifies. “You told Jaehyun you’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight, and you’ve got us three here, in a room, with the door locked. So let’s do this. Don’t pretend you weren’t ready to take your panties off on the dancefloor five minutes ago.”

“We have to talk about this first,” you sigh, looking over at Jaehyun. “They’ve already said they’d be up for it, but I don’t know how you feel yet.”

“I don’t really know how I feel either,” Jaehyun admits, taking another larger swig of his drink. 

“Maybe we need some ground rules?” you suggest.

“That would be nice,” Mark nods.

You take a deep breath, knowing what you want to say. “The first rule should be that no matter what happens tonight, we should stay friends. I don’t want to give up karaoke night or make things weird just because I’m attracted to all three of you.”

“That’s fair,” Jaehyun agrees. “What else?”

You consider it for a moment. Part of you wants to say no marking, but at the same time, you kind of hope they leave their brand on you- you want a reminder of tonight, however fleeting, signs of teeth grazing your skin, of hands on your ass and around your throat- 

“This isn’t really a rule but uh…” you swallow thickly, “I mean… I’ve told you guys before that none of the dudes I’ve slept with have ever made me cum.”

“Wait,” Hyuck’s smile drops. “Are you for real? I always thought that was a joke.”

“I’m being dead serious,” you admit, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “But I can make myself cum, so I know my body can get there-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hyuck shakes his head, reaching out to put his hand over your mouth. “You’re telling us, that no guy has ever made you cum before?”

You nod.

Hyuck’s hand stays fixed over your lips and he simply stares at you for a few moments. You see Jaehyun and Mark exchange a look.

“Well, that changes tonight.” Hyuck’s hand drops to his side. “Get on the bed and show us how you like it.”

“Will you please get on the bed and show us what you like so we can learn your body better,” Mark corrects, flashing Hyuck a look that says ‘be gentle.’

“You guys want me to… touch myself in front of you?” 

“Here,” Jaehyun moves to his bed, sitting against the headboard and spreading his thighs, patting the spot between them. “Come sit with me.” 

You’re hesitant at first, but after taking a deep breath you move to join him, watching as he sets his drink down on the bedside table, giving you his full attention. You slip out of your heels, joining him without another thought.

It’s a little odd to sit back against Jaehyun’s warm chest. Even though you hug him often, this position isn’t one you’ve experienced with him- and the promise of what’s to come is heavy on your mind.

“Are you okay with this?” Jaehyun asks, his breath hot on the nape of your neck while you settle. 

You nod, licking your lips as your gaze shifts to Mark and Hyuck. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“If you want to stop, just tell us,” Jaehyun says softly. You feel him move closer, and then his lips are pressing to the side of your throat.

Your body reacts, a deep sigh escaping you as you tilt your head, giving Jaehyun more space while leaning back into his embrace. He’s so gentle, and it sets your skin alight with pleasurable tingles. His hands smooth down your bare arms, and when he smiles, you think it’s because he can feel your goosebumps.

“You’re sensitive, huh?” Hyuck asks, coming to sit on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on you and Jaehyun.

“Very,” you admit.

Mark is staring at your chest, and when you look down, you find that your nipples have hardened. Your dress has a somewhat built in bra, so you hadn’t bothered with another layer, but now, your sensitive buds are pushing through the fabric, betraying just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun’s touch.

Your legs are closed, but soon, Jaehyun’s hands are slipping down to your thighs, gently prompting you to spread yourself for the awaiting eyes of the younger frat boys at the foot of the bed. Hyuck and Mark are like dogs with their gaze focused on their favourite toy, Hyuck even licks his lips, staring at you with pupils blown from lust.

You’ve never seen clowns look this serious.

“Are you going to touch yourself for us, barbie? Or do you want me to do it for you?” Jaehyun asks, his lips teasing past your throat with each word.

“I can…” You swallow thickly, “I can show you, but… You’ll take over soon, right?”

“Anything you want,” he assures you.

You want them, and it’s taking every ounce of self control to stay focused on what Hyuck had asked you to do. You suppose there’s a good reason to show them what you like first, and you hope that by doing this, it will only build the tension. When you all finally snap, something tells you that these next few minutes will make a difference in how well they please you.

Your hand is shaky as you bring it to your core, panties exposed by the dress you’re wearing, which has slid up to reveal most of your subtle thighs. When you drag your fingers over your panty covered core, you find a wet patch, and it makes you bite at your lip, stifling a whimper.

“How’s it feel?” Mark asks. When you look up, you find he’s assessing your face, watching you carefully. You realize he’s actually concerned for you, and it only makes you wetter.

“Feels good,” you tell him, rubbing small circles over your clit while relaxing back against Jaehyun’s chest. 

The clown behind you has his hands on your thighs, but they shift up, to your hips, then your rib cage- you release a breathy moan when he cups your boobs, thumbs stroking over your nipples. Jaehyun’s lips are on your neck again, and each swipe of his tongue has your core practically throbbing.

You close your eyes, leaning back against Jaehyun, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub yourself even harder. Your knees are bent, feet flat on the bed, and you can’t help the way your hips buck toward your hand.

“Are you close already?” Hyuck asks, and you can pretty much hear him smirking.

You can only nod, focusing on the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. It’s incredibly erotic to be touching yourself while pressed to Jaehyun’s strong chest, to have Mark and Hyuck watching you-

The man behind you pinches your nipples through your dress and you cry out, core pulsing desperately. “Please,” you whimper, although, at this point, you don’t even know what you’re begging for.

Jaehyun’s hand slips down to join your own, cupping your smaller fingers and applying more pressure, helping you work your clit closer and closer to an orgasm-

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hips bucking toward his hand.

His mouth is hot on your neck, his other hand still worshiping your breast. It feels absolutely amazing- this is a position you’ve never been in before. You can feel Jaehyun’s cock straining against the small of your back, but he’s entirely focused on you. Your pleasure is what matters most, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you like warm waves, pussy clamping down on nothing, convulsing desperately-

Something moves on the bed. All of the sudden your hand is being pushed away. Your panties are slipped to the side, and you open your eyes to see Mark laying between your thighs, his face pressing up to your pussy so he can lick a stripe at your wet folds. You release a strangled whimper when his tongue flicks by your sensitive clit, your walls still fluttering around nothing.

“Mark-” you whisper, reaching down to tangle your hand in his blue hair. You pull him even closer, shifting and opening your thighs wider for the man that begins to devour you. He licks up every drop of your orgasm, moaning loudly when his tongue dips in to stroke your weakly convulsing walls.

One orgasm has just dwindled out, but it’s clear Mark has the intention of giving you another.

Jaehyun’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently at first, but when you grab his forearm, prompting him to go harder, he concedes. His fingers press on either side of your neck, impeding blood flow and making your head even dizzier.

Mark’s lips suction around your clit, and your body practically short circuits. You tighten your grip in his hair, making him groan, and the vibration through your clit has your legs shaking.

“You gonna cum again?” Hyuck asks, watching you from the foot of the bed. “Markie’s good with his mouth, isn’t he, barbie?”

“So good,” you whimper, grinding against Mark’s face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with shocking speed.

Mark’s tongue circles your clit, tiny circles, like you’d done with your fingers. His pace is increasing, like yours had- He’d really taken what you’d shown them about your pleasure, and learned it.

Jaehyun’s still gripping your throat, swallowing is hard, but everything feels so good. 

Mark wraps his hands around your thighs and he pulls you further down the bed. Your head is now resting against Jaehyun’s chest, and he lets up on your neck, opting to grab your breasts. He pushes your dress down just far enough to release your sensitive nipples, and then he captures them between his fingers.

Jaehyun’s hips rut ever so slightly, his hard length dragging between your shoulder blades while you wiggle against him. Mark’s tongue dips into your pussy, nose rubbing your clit-

“Please-”

The clown between your thighs wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, sucking as harshly as ever, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to fall over the edge.

You throw your head back against Jaehyun’s chest, eyes clenched shut. Your legs try to close around Mark but he holds them open, lewly lapping you through your high while you struggle and cry from how much pleasure is coursing through you.

Your abdomen almost hurts from how intense your orgasm is, and each convulsion of your walls reminds you how painfully empty you are. With three cocks in the room, you can’t believe you’ve already cum twice without being stuffed-

Can’t believe Mark made you cum with his mouth alone.

Your friends really know what they’re doing- and it’s a shock that Mark Lee, the sweetest boy you know, is an absolute menace with his tongue.

As you come down from your high, Mark pulls away from your pussy. You’re panting hard, and you look at him from under heavy lids. His makeup is a complete mess, and when you gaze down between your legs, you find your inner thighs coated in red, white and blue.

You can’t even bring yourself to care.

“So who are you fucking first, barbie?” Hyuck asks nonchalantly. 

You swallow thickly, mind racing. 

Mark’s the first guy to really make you cum, and your gaze shifts to him. You feel bad not choosing Jae, who is practically throbbing at your back, but Mark looks just as uncomfortable in his pants.

You don’t even have to say his name, it’s obvious who your choice is, and Hyuck sighs loudly.

“But…” you lick your lips, turning in Jaehyun’s embrace to meet his gaze, “I want you in my mouth too.”

He cups your jaw, kissing you for the first time. The only thing gentle about this is his hand on your face, but the kiss is hungry. His tongue invades you, and you shift in his arms, turning to face him. You’re on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while you press your chests together, needing to be closer to him.

His hands smooth down to your hips, and then you feel another set on your skin, pushing your dress up to your waist. Someone rubs against your pussy, then fingers hook in your panties to drag them down to your knees. 

“Condoms?” Mark asks.

You break your kiss from Jaehyun to shake your head, his lips eager against your cheek and throat. “I’ve got birth control, and I’m clean- are you guys all clean?”

“Dirty minds, clean cocks,” Hyuck assures you distantly. 

“Good,” you groan, reaching down to grasp Jaehyun’s thick length through his jeans. He groans loudly against your throat. 

Mark’s hand smooths against your back, and then you feel his bare cock at your enterance, teasing up and down your slit. He bumps by your clit and your legs shake with anticipation. “You’re dripping,” Mark tells you.

“So fuck me?” you suggest, feeling daring, and very needy. You’re tired of waiting, tired of pretending you don’t want to be split open on multiple fronts.

“Shit,” Jaehyun groans, pulling away from you so he can sit up on his knees, hands moving to his belt buckle. 

Mark slips the tip of his cock into your tight hole and you both groan at how easy it is. Your walls flutter around him as he pushes deeper and deeper, until his hips are flush with your ass. “Oh my God,” Mark practically whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

Mark’s not the biggest cock you’ve ever had, but it fits just right inside of you. As he begins to thrust into you, his balls start to smack against your clit, which is still extremely sensitive from two orgasms. Your toes curl, and you practically begin to drool as Jaehyun finally gets his own dick out, immediately presenting it to you.

You waste no time wrapping a hand around him and bringing him to your mouth. You lick a stripe along the underside, earning a groan from the man above you, and when you wrap your lips around him, Jaehyun actually shivers.

“Holy shit, you look so good like this,” he tells you, reaching down to cup your head.

Mark thrusts particularly hard behind you, and it sends your mouth further onto Jaehyun’s cock, your throat clenching as he hits the back of it. 

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

You’ve never been spitroasted, never been in an Eiffel tower, but God, it feels good. 

Mark’s pace is building, his moans and whimpers like music to your ears while you try to focus half your attention on sucking off Jaehyun-

“Are you into anal?”

Of course Hyuck’s not about to just sit this out, and his question makes you groan. Jaehyun pulls you off his cock, watching intently as a string of saliva keeps your mouth connected to his throbbing length. You swallow thickly, licking your lips before you can answer. “I’ve never tried it,” you admit.

“We should try it tonight,” Hyuck insists. “Lots of girls cum super hard from a bit of anal.”

At this point, you’d agree to anything they suggest. It’s clear that the three men fucking you know what women like, and you’re willing to give yourself completely to them.

“Anything you want,” you say, voice shaky as you bring your lips back to Jaehyun’s cock, sinking down on him again.

“Fuck,” Mark groans loudly behind you. One of his hands moves from your hips, and then you feel a lubed up thumb begin to circle your other hole. Your pussy clenches tight around Mark, and he lets out another sound of appreciation. “Relax, barbie,” he tells you. “It will be better if you relax.”

You do your best to relax your entire body, and it prompts Jaehyun to begin fucking your face now that your throat is more open. Mark’s thrusts have slowed down a little, his attention transferred to the thumb teasing your virgin hole. 

You whimper as he presses the tip of his digit inside of you, working you open. It’s a foreign feeling, but as he begins to stimulate you, fucking you onto his cock, you realize Hyuck’s right about it feeling good.

Another orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even know where to focus- Jaehyun sounds so pretty with his cock burried in your mouth, and Mark feels snug with your pussy clenching tightly around him, his thumb slowly thrusting in and out of your ass-

“Shit,” Mark moans loudly, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks. “I’m gonna cum- this is way too hot- I can cum inside right? You want it inside?”

You let out a sound of affirmation, sucking harder on Jaehyun’s cock. Mark begins fucking you faster again, keeping his thumb burried in your ass while his balls hit your clit with each rough thrust of his hips. 

You’re gasping around Jaehyun’s length, muscles pulling tight as Mark works you closer and closer to the edge-

“Fuck, oh my God, shit, Barbie- Can you cum with me?” Mark’s free hand slips around your front, seeking out your clit-

There’s no way this man has his cock in your pussy, his thumb in your ass, and his fingers on your clit- Mark truly said lemme fuck this girl absolutely stupid- 

All you can do is whine, sounds muffled by each thrust of Jaehyun’s cock past your lips. You teeter on the edge, core clamping down on Mark-

“Shit, I’m cumming, fuck, cum with me, barbie, holy fuck-”

Mark’s words make you truly tip over the edge. Your entire body convulses and you pull off Jaehyun’s cock, gasping loudly while your other holes clench and unclench desperately around Mark. You rest against Jaehyun’s thigh, reaching up a weak hand to pump his cock through your orgasm, waves of pleasure nearly consuming you.

Mark’s thrusts slowly come to a stop, and you listen to him pant behind you, his breath trailing over your shoulders and making you shiver.

“My turn,” Hyuck announces.

Mark pulls out of your core and you whimper at the loss. You can already feel cum begining to drip out of you, a mix of yours and Mark’s. As much as you miss Mark in your wet, needy cunt, you kind of miss him in your ass too, and it’s a surprising feeling.

“Think you can take something bigger in here?” Hyuck asks, landing a gentle spank to your bum that has you whining desperately. 

You can only nod, blinking up at Jaehyun through teary lashes. “Can I fuck you too?”

Jaehyun’s lips part at the notion of double penetration, his cock twitching in your hand. “Yeah, anything you want.” 

It’s a quick shift for Jaehyun to lay down on his back, pulling you into a straddling position. You all remove your clothes, and then Jaehyun guides his cock to your wet hole, using the cum as lube, which makes it easy to slide into you. You both release groans when he bottoms out, and your hands find his chest.

You simply cock warm him for a moment, appreciating the stretch. He’s longer than Mark, maybe not as thick, but the tip of his dick hits a spot deep inside of you.

“Bend over,” Hyuck instructs, moving behind you. His hand is gentle on your shoulder as he pushes you down, and you take the opportunity to press your lips to Jaehyun’s, kissing him eagerly.

You roll your hips and Jaehyun groans beneath you, fingers digging into your thighs.

You hear Hyuck spit, and a moment later the feeling of something wet meets your back hole. Hyuck spreads open your cheeks with one hand, using the other to circle your tight ring of muscles with a finger. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to be the first one inside you like this.”

“It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Jaehyun teases, and you know you’ve tested Hyuck’s patience by making him last to touch you.

“So worth it,” Hyuck agrees.

He sinks a finger into your hole and you moan loudly, burying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “Relax,” he reminds you, smoothing a hand along your spine. “Hyuck’s good at this sort of thing.”

You have to admit, Hyuck does know what he’s doing. He toes the line between rough and gentle, as if he knows exactly what you’re able to take. He twists his hand so you can feel the ridges of his knuckles as he works open your ass, and soon he’s adding a second finger. “You’re a natural, barbie,” Hyuck praises you. 

Your core twitches and Jaehyun moans, throwing his head back against the pillow when you begin to kiss his throat. “She likes it,” Jaehyun announces.

“Most girls do, they just have to feel comfortable enough to open up,” Hyuck explains.

So he’s some sort of anal genius, apparently.

You honestly don’t even mind.

He works your ass expertly, and the feeling has you tingling with anticipation. If this is what two fingers feels like, you can’t even imagine having his whole cock.

“I hate to rush you,” Jaehyun says, “but… If we don’t start moving soon, I might die.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s ready for me,” Hyuck breathes, pulling his fingers out of your ass to land a smack against your skin, “isn’t that right, baby? All ready to be filled?”

You nod. “Please!” 

Hyuck spits on your hole again, but then you hear Mark say the word “lube” and you look to find him holding a bottle.

“How did you even know where to find this?” Hyuck asks, accepting the lube and popping open the cap to squirt a line on his cock.

“Most of us only use our bedside tables for one thing,” Mark breathes, meeting your gaze. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” You lick your lips, eyes dipping to bulge forming in Mark’s jeans. 

“Are you looking at his cock, barbie?” Hyuck laughs, rubbing himself along your hole, getting you lubricated.

“Maybe.” Your skin heats with embarrassment.

“Is two cocks not enough?” Hyuck teases, landing another harsh smack to your ass.

“She wants the full experience,” Jaehyun smiles good naturedly below you. “Isn’t that right, barbie?”

“I just-” you swallow thickly. “How often do you end up in a foursome? It would be… irresponsible not to try it to the fullest, right?”

“Our little barbie likes being full,” Hyuck groans, sliding the tip of his cock into your ass. “Trust me, you’ll be full by the time this is all over.”

You can’t even respond, your mind much more pleasantly focused on the feeling of Hyuck splitting you open. You’re doing your best to breathe, to relax, but it’s a difficult feat as Hyuck sinks more and more of his thick cock into your virgin hole.

“Oh my God-” you whimper, tangling your fingers in the sheets. 

Jaehyun’s hand is smooth along your back, reassuring, and he draws your lips to his again. He eats up your sounds of pleasure as Hyuck bottoms out, releasing a deep groan. His fingers dig into your hips, and he allows you to get used to the feeling of being completely stuffed.

“Good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“Can I start fucking you stupid now?” Hyuck asks. “Or do you need a moment?”

“Fuck me silly.” 

“Don’t mind if I fucking do.” Hyuck’s grip tightens on your hips, and his first thrust makes you cry out, gasping into Jaehyun’s mouth. The man below you lets out a grunt, the force of Hyuck’s motion pushing you further onto his own cock.

You feel Jaehyun adjust, anchoring himself so he can begin to fuck up into you. 

They’re holding you steady, hovering over Jaehyun so they can both be the ones moving to meet your holes. Skin slapping against skin, it’s an erratic sound as they both struggle to find a pace that works. You’re clawing at the bed when they both thrust at the same time, so Jaehyun adjusts again, pistoning into you as Hyuck draws back.

Now this feels like heaven. 

“Fuck,” you moan, burrying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so fucking hard-”

“Do it,” Hyuck says, spanking you roughly.

Your entire body clamps down on them from the sting of the hit, and you gasp, teetering on the edge-

“Cum for us,” Jaehyun whispers, his lips teasing your ear. “We’ve got you.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and you explode- but instead of letting up, Hyuck fucks into you even harder. You let out a loud squeal, shivering with stimulation- The clown behind you laughs loudly.

“That’s it, squeeze our fucking cocks! Bet you want our cum so bad- barbie wants to be full, but not until you take all three.”

You lift your head from Jaehyun’s shoulder, body still convulsing around Hyuck and Jaehyun. Mark’s standing next to the bed, cock in hand. “You don’t have to,” he tells you weakly, fist gripped tight around his throbbing length, the head dripping with precum. 

“Come here,” you say, practically blind with lust. 

Shifting off of Jaehyun’s chest, you plant your hands on the bed, leaning over so you can accept Mark’s cock into your mouth.

He releases a strangled groan, immediately cupping the back of your head so he can begin to fuck into you. It’s not like you can move while held between Jaehyun and Hyuck, no, you’re simply a girl with three holes, getting fucked by three clowns.

You’ve cum three times? Four? You’re not even sure anymore. All you know is nothing has ever been like this, and nothing ever will be again.

It’s like you’ve been transported to an entirely other planet, where orgasming with men is easy and you’re just some needy cock whore desperate for cum.

“Fuck, you just got so tight from sucking on Mark,” Hyuck groans. “You really love our cocks, don’t you, barbie?”

You can only moan around Mark, hallowing your cheeks harder around his length, while he practically whimpers, fucking your throat even harder.

“I don’t know about you two,” Jaehyun breathes, “but I’m about to fucking bust.”

“Me too,” Mark grunts, tightening his grip on your hair.

“I can cum.”

You let out a meak groan of affirmation.

All four of you are going to cum together, and nothing has ever felt so right, so correct. 

“On three?” Hyuck suggests.

“On three,” Jaehyun agrees, reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit.

You practically scream, walls shuddering around the cocks pistoning relentlessly in your tight, abused holes.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun coaxes you. “Hold it just a little longer.”

“Three,” Hyuck lands the harshes smack of the night against your ass. “Two-”

“Fuck,” Mark grunts, “One!” 

The tension in your stomach snaps as Mark shoots his load down your throat. Your entire body feels practically numb, awash with waves of pleasure that blank out everything else in the entire world. 

You hear Jaehyun cuss loudly below you, fingers digging into your hips. Hyuck fills up your ass with his hot cum, groaning as loudly as you’ve ever heard from him while your walls contract with more force than you’ve ever experienced.

You’ve never orgasmed this hard. It’s completely all consuming, wracking you with shivers and something akin to sobs as you pull of Mark’s cock, gasping and burrying yourself against Jaehyun- which is when you realize his cock has slipped out of your core, and he’s jacking himself onto his chest, coating both your skin with white ropes.

“Fuck, barbie, you fucking squirted,” he groans. “Pushed me right out-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” you whimper, tears filling your eyes at how overstimulated you are.

“No, babe, that was hot as fuck,” Jaehyun assures you, finishing and pulling his hand away from his cock, cupping your face to pull your lips to his.

“I wanna see that again,” Hyuck says from behind you, pulling out of your ass only to release a sinful sound at the sight of both of your holes dripping-

“She’s done,” Jaehyun’s voice is as stern as you’ve heard it so far, and he tucks you against his shoulder, stroking your hair.

“She can do one more, I wanna make her squirt-”

“No. She’s fucking crying, Hyuck. Give her some rest.”

“She’s crying?” Mark and Hyuck ask at the same time, but the latter sounds much more happy about it than the former.

“I’ve never cum that hard, or that many times,” you admit weakly. 

“Lemme get a towel,” Mark suggests immediately, and you can hear his soft footfalls as he runs across the room. 

“You did good, baby,” Hyuck tells you, stroking your back. “Took us all like a fucking champ.”

You can only shiver at his words, your pussy throbbing as an echo of the highs they’ve just provided you. 

“Here, can you sit up for us?” Mark asks.

Hands gently help you up, and you look down at Jaehyun’s body, shocked to find his skin glistening with squirt and cum. Jaehyun takes the towel from Mark. He starts by wiping at your face, “clown makeup,” he explains. Then he swipes the cloth along the front of your body, you shiver when he traces over your nipples. He cleans himself last, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor.

“I feel like we all still need a shower,” Jaehyun sighs. 

“In the middle of the Halloween party?” Mark’s eyes widen. “The bathrooms are full of people!” 

“And barbie probably can’t even walk,” Hyuck points out.

Your legs do feel shaky, even while sitting on top of Jaehyun.

“Mark, can you go grab us a few more towels from your room?” Jaehyun suggests. “Ten probably has makeup removing wipes-”

“We should just move to our room,” Hyuck interrupts.

“Like you said, barbie can’t even walk. We’re staying here.”

“Isn’t your bed ruined with cum?”

“Actually, most of he squirt landed on me,” Jaehyun says, looking at the bed sheets under him. “It’s fine here.”

“You’re being selfish,” Hyuck’s nose scrunches up with distaste. “Mark and I share a room, you’re here with Jungwoo, it’s two against one.”

Except, Mark has already left in search of towels, so at the moment, it’s one versus one. Without the Canadian’s support, Hyuck’s easily beaten by a harsh glare from Jaehyun.

“Well, I guess I’m sleeping here too,” Hyuck sighs.

“No you’re not, the bed hardly fits two.”

“Not my problem.” Hyuck shrugs, walking to Jaehyun’s closet to pull out some clean clothes. “It’s called aftercare Jae, cuddles come with the package.”

Jaehyun only groans helping you move to lay next to him. 

Hyuck practically jumps on the foot of the bed, looking up at you with a shit eating pennywise grin that’s completely smudged. “Did you have fun, babe?”

“The most fun,” you smile back, curling close to Jaehyun’s side.

“Best Halloween ever?” he suggests.

“A hundred percent,” you agree.

Your body is sore, and you’re more tired than you’ve been in a long time, but you feel comfortable. You always feel comfortable with these guys. Sure… you’re laying on a towel with cum dripping out of two holes, but… you still feel at peace.

Mark returns quickly, with more cloths and makeup remover. The boys help you out first, with Jaehyun cleaning your face while Hyuck deals with the cum and makeup between your legs. Mark finds you a spare set of sweats and a hoodie from Jaehyun’s closet, and soon you feel more comfortable than ever.

It’s kind of sad watching your friends take off their clown colours, but you’re sure you’ll have the memory of this etched into your brain forever, so that’s something you can lean on at least.

“How are you feeling now?” Mark asks, reaching for your hands to pull you up onto your feet.

Your legs are a little wobbly, but you’re doing okay, and you flash him a smile. “I think I’m alright.”

“Do you wanna run to the bathroom with me? I read somewhere that uti’s happen easier if you don’t uh…” Mark swallows thickly, skin turning a pretty shade of pink that contrasts the blue in his hair, “If you don’t you know, go to the bathroom after.”

He’s adorable, and so caring. When you agree, Hyuck jumps to his feet, and just like that, it becomes a group trip, with even Jaehyun tagging along.

The hallway on this floor is pretty clear, but you run into Jungwoo exiting the bathroom. He stops in his tracks, looking you up and down, then he begins to beam. “Looks like you guys had fun.”

“Stop it,” you push at his shoulder, skin heating with embarrassment. Sure, you’ve told him for a while that you’d love to partake in a clown orgy, but it’s another thing entirely to run into him after getting three holes stuffed by his best friends.

“Are you staying over tonight?” Jungwoo asks.

“Yeah, she’s with us,” Jaehyun responds, hand finding your hip to tug you closer as Hyuck and Mark enter the bathroom to wash the last pit of clownery off their skin. 

“As in… she’s staying in our room?” Your best friend’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, sleepover!”

“Hyuck and Mark are joining too,” Jaehyun sighs, tightening his grip on you.

Jungwoo’s smile grows. “Karaoke night!?” 

You and Jaehyun exchange a look and he laughs. “I’m not sure any of us have the energy for that, Woo.”

“Right, cuz you all just had hot nasty clown orgy sex. I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten laid so far.”

“You can still change that,” Jaehyun says, giving his roommate some much needed encouragement.

“Nah, it’s sleep over time,” Jungwoo grins. 

You love how excited he is to spend time with you and the three men you’ve just fucked. Jungwoo doesn’t have a care in the world- it’s a good sign. Maybe this little clown orgy really didn’t change much in the relationships, or at least, as a group it still feels like things are strong.

You have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but something tells you that everything is going to work out.  

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“Why are we doing clown makeup again?” Mark asks, looking at the eye shadow pallet with distaste. “It’s a Valentine’s Day party, not Halloween.”

“Exactly,” Hyuck says, brushing crimson around his eyes. “It’s Valentine’s Day, which means she’s going to be more focused on Jaehyun. We have to do something to even the playing field- besides, it’s not full clown, it’s just… a few red hearts, a bit of makeup- you know how much our baby loves getting messy.”

“I guess you’re right,” Mark sighs. It’s been three and a half months since that first night you all fucked, and since then, they’ve learned a lot about you and your… tastes. You definitely like having your skin painted, in makeup as well as cum.

Hyuck’s gotten particularly good at clown makeup, and tonight, even Mark has to admit his roommate looks good. He’s gone for a lighter cream coloured base, with a red glittery heart around one eye, and his mouth done up in the same glittered scarlet colour- it’s clear to Mark that Hyuck intends on getting you nice and messy tonight.

Mark, on the other hand, isn’t very interested in makeup. Hyuck had insisted they do different colours, and after you’d revealed how much you liked his blue hair at Halloween, he’s since dyed his strands a soft, steely, sky shade. 

Instead of going full clown, Mark does a few glittery blue hearts along his cheekbone. He doesn’t mind if Jae gets to be the main attraction in his romanesque cupid outfit, it is his birthday afterall.

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Moments: Epilogue 1

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Epilogue 1 of 2 for the Moments story. This is the wedding night shenanigans. Nuff said.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, tiny bit of spanking, dirty talk, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex.

Word Count: 5.1k (this epilogue only, 23.9k total for all chapters to date)

Authors Note: So uh tbh this is gonna be a disappointment, as all long-awaited things usually are. Sorry about that. If you’re expecting a plot, don’t bother. If you prefer your Moments-verse non explicit, move along, please. If however, you want some smut, read on! This turned out quite romantic and emotional rather than filthy. The wedding vows recited here are taken from the “Solemnization of Matrimony” section of the 1662 Book of Common Prayer that was in use during the Regency period in England. Thanks as ever to @makaylan who has been invaluably helpful with this story. Enjoy! <3

Epilogue 1: Moments from a wedding night

As the sounds of the party - your wedding reception - fade away, you turn to your new husband.

“Where are we headed?” You query as Benedict leads you arm in arm, crunching across the gravel drive of Aubrey Hall.

“I thought we may wish for some wedding night privacy,” he smiles. “So I took the liberty of setting us up in a lovely guest cottage on the estate until we leave on honeymoon. My valet and your lady's maid have already prepared food and drinks. But,” he leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “I didn’t ask them to bother with much clothing.”

You giggle and lean into him. He kisses your temple, then slides his arm around your waist, so you walk embracing, feeling his body warmth sinking into you.

“How do you feel, my darling wife? Are you well?”

“Very well, husband. I’m so happy I can call you that now,” you say honestly. “But call me Mrs Bridgerton,” you whisper with a hint of a seductive tone, making eye contact.

“Mrs Bridgerton,” he drawls in a dusky tone, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Again,” you murmur, still staring into his eyes.

He swings you around in front of him, his hands sliding low on your rear as he walks you backwards slowly.

“Mrs Bridgerton,” he repeats slowly, elongating every syllable, looking down at you sinfully.

Oh yes, that.

You launch yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and attacking him with a kiss. His mouth opens under your assault, and your tongues dance as his hands on your cheeks band lower, taking your weight and lifting you higher. 

You want him right now. You don’t care if it’s in the cottage he is taking you to, in a field, or right on the driveway where anyone could see. You need him right now. A desperate pull deep inside the minute he lifted you up.

“Take me right here, husband,” it’s a desperate plea against his lips.

He groans. “I’ve waited for six years, two months, 14 days and 9 hours” his forceful precise counting takes your breath away. “I can wait for another five-minute walk.”

“But I don’t want you to,” you argue breathily.

He pulls your body roughly against him, and you feel something insistent against your lower belly.

“We will do this properly in a bed,” he intones, “as much as I would happily throw you on the ground right now, this is our wedding night, and we deserve the best. Just wait; it will be worth it, I promise.

You pout but relent to his wishes. “Only if you carry me over the threshold.”

“Oh, Mrs Bridgerton, I don't plan to put you down until it’s onto a bed underneath me,” his voice silky, shifting you in his arms to carry you bridal style.

And that’s what he does. He carries you almost effortlessly through a small patch of trees while you enjoy the flex of his body against you. A little ivy-covered whitewashed, thatched cottage comes into view, its windows glowing gently with candles.

“Oh, this is beautiful, Benedict,” you inhale.

“It’s all ours until we leave for France,” he whispers. 

“France?!?!” You gasp, your head whipping back to look at him.

“Ooops, I guess I ruined that little surprise,” he chuckles warmly. “Are you upset?”

“Benedict Bridgerton, you are taking me to France?! In what world would I be upset to know that?!” You reply incredulously.

“I’m so glad to hear that,” he smiles as you reach the front door.

“Ready, Mrs Bridgerton?” he murmurs, the hand around your back moving to turn the door handle.

“So ready,” you respond with a slight tremor in your voice. 

He pushes open the door and takes a step forward, his lips descending onto yours as he dips to walk under the low doorway into the cottage.

“Over the threshold,” he whispers against your mouth as he pulls back just a fraction. Then there’s a bang as he flicks his foot, closing the door behind you. 

“It’s just us now,” you say quietly, as much for yourself as him. 

He doesn’t break eye contact for one moment as he carries you up the stairs and into a bedroom. A large bed covered in white linens awaits you, along with a crackling fire. The staff must have just left. 

As promised, he gently lowers you onto the bed, your head resting on a pile of plush pillows. 

“What now, husband?” you whisper anticipatory.

“I’m going to unwrap the most precious gift in the world,” he replies, climbing on top of you.

“My buttons are in the back,” you answer, a little breathless.

“I know—patience, my love,” his voice low.

He cups your jaw reverentially, then allows a hand to slide into your hair as he leans in and captures your lips. As he opens your mouth in a sensual kiss, you feel a pin sliding out of your hair, then another, and another. You realise he is letting your hair loose. You move your hand to help, but he breaks the kiss and grasps your wrist, pushing it against the sheets, and hovering over you.

“No, my love, I said I’m going to unwrap you, and I mean it; from the top of your head down to your feet, I’m going to undo, undress, unwrap, and unfurl every layer. And you, my daring, will just have to lay here and let me,” the hint of authority in his voice makes you quiver all over. “I’ve waited six years to have you again; believe me, I intend to be extremely thorough.”

You nod your acceptance, biting your lip. His thumb runs to your bottom lip and pulls it down from under your tooth.

“I’ll be the one to bite your lip, please, darling,” he simpers and leans in to suck it into his mouth with an edge of teeth. You moan at the sensation, and he moves to cover your mouth, swallowing your noise. 

“In fact…” he adds as he pulls away, “the only thing I want from you tonight are sighs and screams and pleading with me for more; you don’t have to do another thing, my love. I intend to worship you, my wonderful, beautiful wife.”

“Benedict,” you crest a moan at his words, pushing up against him. It’s been so long that you want him right away, but he seems determined to tease and go achingly slow.

He chuckles gently, and his hand is back in your hair, plucking out pins as you lay very aware of your breathing as his lips leave warm, soft kisses on your forehead. Until the last pin slides loose, and he fans your hair out on the pillow above you. His hand then slips down to the necklace you wear, turns it gently, so the clasp is visible, and undoes it, kissing the spot where the chain laid. He kisses your right ear, slides out your looped earrings and does the same on the other side.

“The only thing I want on your body when I’m done is your wedding ring, my love,” he explains, placing your jewellery on the small table at the bedside.

He moves to the end of the bed and grabs your ankle, taking off one shoe and kissing your stockinged ankle and then repeating with the other foot. Everything is so slow and precise. His warm hands run up your stockings under your dress to your knees, where the ribbons hold them in place. Slowly he unfurls each ribbon and pulls down both stockings. 

“Mr Bridgerton,” you sigh.

“Bored already?” he teases.

“No, just… wishing I could undress you,” you admit.

“You have a lifetime to pull off my clothes, Mrs Bridgerton,” he smirks, “in fact, I actively encourage you to do so anytime the mood suits you. But tonight, let me do it.”

With that, he hops off the bed and makes a little show for you, shucking off his tailed jacket and popping open the buttons on his waistcoat, unwinding his cravat, all the time his burning gaze never leaving yours. He then bends down to gracefully remove his shoes and socks. You admire the view but are disappointed when he stops there and returns to the bed, still in his white shirt and black trousers.

“Is that all I get?” You ask with a mock pout.

He barks a laugh, “for now.” 

He hovers over you again, standing at the bedside and running a hand over the intricate detailing of your wedding dress.

“You look so beautiful in this, my love; it seems a shame to take it off you,” his voice wistful. 

“Please take it off,” you whisper fervently.

He leans close so his lips are ghosting yours, “roll over, my darling,”.

As he pulls away, you do so quickly, feeling your own warm, shallow anticipatory breaths against the fresh cotton of the pillowcase.

Soft fingertips push your hair aside, then spider gently down from the back of your neck and along your spine, causing your whole body to erupt in goosebumps until he reaches the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons between your shoulder blades. Slowly he slides each one through its delicate silk loop. He gently tugs the gown from both of your shoulders, exposing the top of your stays and the silk chemise underneath.

He leans over and kisses the skin of your shoulders, running his lips over to your spine and down.

“Lift yourself a little, my love,” he asks sweetly, and you do so, allowing the dress to fall to your waist, exposing your stays that you wear outside your chemise tonight, wanting the luxuriant silk against your skin for this special day.

You feel his fingers unpicking the laces that hold your stays; each movement takes time as if he is savouring every action. Your mind flashes back to how, in fits of passion, he has torn them off you rather than patiently unlace them like he is now. You chuckle at the memory.

“What’s so funny, my love?” He asks, his tone bright with curiosity.

“I’m thinking how many stays I lost before, to your tendency to rip them off me rather than unlace.” You smile as he finishes the last hole, and the sides fall away onto the bed.

He pulls the material from under you and moves his lips to the shell of your ear. “Mrs Bridgerton, you will lose many more in future too, but tonight I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he says with a tinge of amusement as he softly caresses your back.

“Don’t be too much of a gentleman, husband,” you whisper seductively. “Sometimes I like it when you’re a little rough,” you confess quickly.

His hand stills and you hear him make a slight noise in his throat. “Tell me more.”

“Don’t get me wrong; I like it when you’re a gentleman, Benedict,” you specify. “But I also like it when you’re not.”

“What do you like most about me when I’m ‘not a gentleman’, as you say?” His voice is pitched low, and his hand feels heavier.

“I like it when you spank me,” you exhale, feeling like you should be embarrassed to admit it but only feeling a tingling warm desire. 

“Do you, now?” His tone has gone sinful, and the hand smears heavy down your spine towards your rear.  “Do you think you’ve done anything to warrant a spanking tonight Mrs Bridgerton? I thought you the very picture of respectability, a beautiful bride,” he opines.

“You didn’t see the rest of my chemise yet, Mr Bridgerton,” you counter, raising an eyebrow and lifting your hips, inviting him to pull your wedding dress down further.

He stands and pulls it down and off your legs suddenly. You revel in his sharp intake of breath.

The silk chemise is very short, just covering your bottom, a special request you made to the modiste. She raised her eyebrows at your suggestion and was confident your husband would love it; she wasn’t wrong, based on how his pupils dilate.

“That is scandalous,” he whispers approvingly, his eyes roaming your exposed thighs. 

“I thought you might like it. Ivory, just like you wanted. It’s all for you, darling husband,” you respond, a little smirk on your face as you glance at him playfully over your shoulder. You gently tilt your hips, making the chemise ride up to expose the lower part of your cheeks, the weave of the material shines like liquid as it catches the firelight. “I’m not wearing anything else either. Is that worthy of a spanking?” You ask coquettishly, eyelids fluttering, goading him.

His answer is a stinging slap on your butt cheek. 

You moan loudly and push your hips higher, seeking more. 

“My filthy little wanton wife,” he growls and slaps the other cheek.

Before you can playfully demand more, he flips you over suddenly and descends. Your lips crash together, like the days of old. Passionate, almost dangerous in intensity, moaning into each other’s mouth as he climbs on top of you, his hands slipping low to grasp your hips. You surge against him, rubbing yourself over the bulge in his trousers. He groans as you drag back and forth, guiding your movements with the flex of his long fingers. His tongue is hot and insistent against yours, your hands twining around his neck, fingers delving into the luscious hair at his nape.

“Please…” you implore against his lips, drunk on the sensation of rough wool against your bare clit.

“Not yet,” he responds breathily but sounds less sure this time. “Your sinful silk chemise made me forget my plan. You are supposed to lay back and be worshipped, my darling.”

“I don't want to be passive,” you counter, grabbing his face and caressing his cheekbones with your fingertips, “and I want you to talk to me. Oh god, I've missed your voice, Benedict. All those wonderful, passionate things you say, my darling poet. Please, please talk to me.” 

“I'd almost forgotten just how… spirited you can be,” he huffs, enthralled.

“Six years Benedict,” is all you can say, “six lonely unfulfilled years. Every day I would touch myself thinking of your voice, what you say, your beautiful lips spilling such sinful things.”

“Every day…?” his pupils are blown wide as his lips ghost over yours, wet and wanting.

“Every single day. You, always, always you,” you whisper desperately, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand over the swell of your breast, the warmth of his skin seeping through the silk. 

He groans, and his fingers curl inwards to tweak your nipple, making you cry out and writhe.

“Talk to me….” you whisper hotly against his cheek.

“You thought I had forgotten how sensitive your nipples are, my darling?” his voice is low and honeyed, precisely what you need.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him heavier onto you. Your fingers slide down his corded neck to his shirt, flicking open the top button.

“I recall every single detail about you, my love. The mole on the back of your knee,” his hand cups the back of your leg, touching the exact spot. “The little scar you have on your elbow from when you fell as a child…” he lifts your arm and kisses the site. “But especially every little intimate detail of your breasts and between your legs,” his voice sinful now. “Like how if I do this…“ he leans lower and bites your nipple through the silk, and you shudder and push up against him “you get soaked, don’t you, my love?”

“Yessss”, your answer is an instinct, fumbling to undo more of his shirt buttons.

“Hmmm, I know. I’ll soothe that ache you feel very soon,” he promises.

This is the Benedict you remember; that you have craved. 

You grip him hard with your legs and flip over so you are sitting on top of him; he makes a little noise of surprise, which turns into a groan as you grind down against his straining cock. Reaching to undo the rest of his shirt, he finally helps and whips it over his head quickly, revealing that, if anything, he has become more defined in the intervening years.

“Oh, Benedict,” you sigh and run your hands over the smooth contours of his toned flesh. “I have missed your body so much.” It's an admission that you follow up by learning over him and licking a line from the top of his abs over his breastbone to his neck, revelling in his taste. 

His little noises spur you on, and your hands fly to the buttons on his trousers, wanting to sink onto him immediately. You accomplish part of the task before he grabs your wrists and softly twists your hands behind your back, sitting up and kissing your lips.

“So impatient,” he scolds gently. “I haven't even had to chance to refamiliarise myself with my favourite place in the world,” he smirks, his breath ghosting over your cheek as his hands slide around to your front, down the silk and pull up the chemise, exposing your intimate area.

He breathes heavily. “Just as I remember,” his tone deep as his fingertips trail lightly into your patch of hair, your breath quickening. 

Before you know it, you are flipped back onto the mattress, him hovering over you with a wicked look. He slides down your body, running kisses over your chemise, only stopping to loop your thighs around his shoulders. 

His warm, soft lips land on your lower belly, and you tremble at the sensation of it. “I am reminded of my wedding vows, darling,” he begins softly, “perhaps I need to recite them again, so you know how much they mean to me,” he affirms as his lips trail lower.

“I, Benedict Bridgerton, take thee y/n to be my wedded wife….” he rumbles as he nudges the sensitive skin of your inner thighs; his tongue flicks out and licks a strong link all way up to your nub. You cry out, and he has to hold your legs open a little, the instinct to close up around his head so strong. 

“....To have and to hold from this day forward….” He continues before delving in and pushing his tongue into your channel. Oh god, you realise he is reciting the wedding vows, word for word; he must have memorised them.

“…For better for worse….” Your fingers flex and drag against his scalp as you direct his motions. His tongue presses into you rhythmically as you whisper his name, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to revel in the sensation.

“…For richer for poorer….” each sentence is panted against your heated flesh as he kisses his way up to your clit and sucks it hard into his mouth, swirling his tongue insistently against the most sensitive spot.

“…In sickness and in health….” it’s muffled against you, and the vibrations make you call his name loudly, between heavy pants, him spiralling you towards something you haven’t felt in years. In fact, six years since your last wedding day. The symmetry of the moments is both sweet and poignant.

You open your eyes, and your hand in his hair flexes and grips, encouraging him to look up the plane of your body to your face; his hazy blue eyes focus wholly on you as he speaks the following line.

“….To love and to cherish…” his voice thick with emotion. I love you, you mouth at him. He smiles almost demurely, which is a delicious contradiction to the things he does next as he descends back between your legs and nudges you towards orgasm.

“Till death, us do part, according to God's holy ordinance,” invoking something holy while doing something so debauched paints a delicious contradiction. “And thereto I plight thee my troth.”

With that, he takes you quickly to a place that you realise you only vaguely remembered from the past you had together. A place beyond yourself, where all that exists is his tongue, his fingers and where he touches you while you float far away and blissful. You know your body is writhing, your voice a litany of his name and babbled praise. Still, all you feel is something ethereal, intangible, a wave of ecstasy that starts between your legs and spreads like wildfire over your body into every cell of your being.

As you lay there panting, feeling little aftershocks across your skin, he crawls slowly up your body, taking your chemise with him so it’s gathered around your armpits. Somehow while between your legs, he has managed to remove his trousers, and you feel the slight tickle of his leg hair against your inner knees. He lavishes kisses and little soft bites on your breasts that make you breathless and wanting, his hard cock brandishing a warm spot across your thigh. He finally pulls the chemise up and over your head and settles over you, face-to-face.

You lay tangled together in the glow of the firelight; the only things you both wear are your shiny wedding rings.

He grabs your left hand and kisses your ring.

“With this ring, I thee wed….” he restarts his vows. 

You smile through watery eyes, so happy you are reunited with this wonderful man you love with all your heart. He touches your cheek and moves in for a kiss, and you feel him finally, finally nudging his cock against your folds, almost wanting to cry with relief.

“With my body I thee worship……” he murmurs, his tone devoted, slowly pushing into your body. 

It feels like coming home. You know there are tears now, of relief, of love, of overwhelming emotion, as the man who is finally your husband finds his way back inside your body.

“and with all my worldly goods I thee endow…..” his voice is wavering now, thick with emotion, as he relishes the moment, still pushing into you so slowly, breathing against your skin, breathing you in. 

As he reaches your hilt, he takes a deep, shuddering breath. He feels wonderful, like what has been missing - a deep, filled sensation that isn't just physical, it's an intangible wonder too, something almost spiritual yet very much of the rich earth and carnal.

“In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen,” he concludes, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and your chin as if you are the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you.” It's all you can say in response to his marital serenade—simple, straightforward, but accurate.

His eyes carry a world of emotion as he withdraws slowly, then surges back into your body, your whole being rolling with the force.

“Yesssss, husband,” you hiss, eyes closing with the pleasure you feel humming over you, the burning anticipation for this moment feeding a fire over your skin.

“Always call me that when I’m inside you, please,” he implores, starting a slow rhythm, his mouth open against yours, sharing air.

Then his lips are peppering your face with sweet little kisses, barely a touch, just enough to make your skin tingle and flush hot.

You push up against his thrusts, chasing all the sensation you can, yearning to communicate just how much you want this, need this. Your hands run over his back, remapping the contours of his muscles; how his skin feels under your fingertips. You stutter as his lips find that spot below your ear that makes you shudder. You feel his grin, his recall of how to slowly take you apart moment by moment, returning like muscle memory. He punctuates his triumph with a thrust of his hips a little stronger than usual, revelling in your corresponding moan.

You wrap your legs around his hipbones, wanting to feel him deeper inside you, an ache you want to carry tomorrow as a souvenir of this special night. You want him to mark your skin, claim your body as his, something primal and symbolic beyond the ring you now wear with pride. You want a tattoo of him across your heart and body.

“Bite me,” you whisper desperately in his ear as he moves faster, “I want you to leave no doubt of who I’m bound to.” 

He groans at your request to be marked as his, at least for now. “I can’t hurt you like that, my love,” he frets quietly.

“It won’t hurt,” you assure, “ please, just here,” your fingers fly to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

He moans and feels too drunk on the moment to resist, his teeth clamping right where you want. You yell his name and clench around him, a vice-like grip that makes his hips stutter to a halt and his teeth release.

“Please, please do that again,” he begs, lathing where he bit you with soothing wet tongue strokes,

You know what he’s asking for, and you oblige, squeezing your internal muscles tight in a slow pulsing motion. His cock feels huge, hard and heavy as you do so; impossibly steely. 

“Oh fuck,” slips from his lips, his eyes now closed, his whole being present in the moment, in the feelings of his physical being. You watch his face as you compress around him, him motionless, buried to the root.

“If I spend more than a day outside of your body ever again, I swear I will lose my mind,” he whispers fervently, restarting his thrusts into you, somewhat more urgent now.

You run your fingers into his lush hair and grab a handful, directing his lips back to yours, kissing in waves of intensity that match your body's joint movements.

“I will live in thy heart…” he says, fingers slipping to your dewy breastbone, hot from the slide of your skin together. “Die in thy lap…” his hand trails a line down to your clit and rubs gently. “And be buried in thy eyes,” he concludes, his gaze burning into yours as he spirals you higher.

That he has the capacity to quote Shakespeare at this moment astounds you and makes you love him even more. Poetry falls out of him almost unbidden, a reflex, how he expresses his passion without even needing to think of the lines; they just tumble from his very soul.

His finger circling your bud pushes you desperately towards your peak, feeling utterly surrounded by him as his other arm brackets your body, his lips on yours. It’s all heat and whispered poetry and pleading.

“Please darling, please come for me,” his plea resonates in your bones, the catalyst to the crescendo you have felt teasing at the edge of your being since the moment he entered you. Now it sweeps over you in a tide of physicality that steals your breath, robs your vision and ripples out from your core to every fibre and synapse. Careless of volume or content, you call words and his name in a rhapsody of sated bliss. It’s as if your body has been on hold for six years, awaiting this very moment.

Your desperate movement and fluttering are what pull him over the edge too. His grip on your shoulder bruising, his noises desperate, his mouth slack against your neck, curling his whole body into you as he releases deep inside you, the warmth of his seed blooming. 

As you lay together, recovering your breathing, him slipping from your body, he holds up your hands, spreading your fingers with his, then sinking his between yours, a tight grasp; he smiles as your wedding rings clink together.

“Thank you,” he breathes quietly. “Thank you for coming back to me, for James, for letting me back into your life, for giving me a family of my own. Just thank you….,” his exhale is a slight shudder as you see unshed tears in his eyes.

You do the only thing you can think to do. You pitch forward and kiss him tenderly. “Thank you for letting me have a chance at the only life I ever wanted,” you say back to him, your tone soft, enjoying this quiet sensual intimacy that feels both of this moment and every moment in the future.

You fall asleep entwined like a vine, rings together, hearts beating in sync.

—

You wake up the next day to sunlight streaming through the windows, birds tweeting happily in the tree outside the window beyond the foot of the bed. You look at your husband sleeping peacefully. The sheets are pooled around his waist, exposing his torso, his skin glowing in the shaft of sunlight slashed across the bed, the white linen around him gleaming like a halo. He resembles a heavenly creature, to you at least.

As you admire him, your thoughts turn to how incredibly happy you are with your life at the moment—how it’s just the two of you together alone, married and with nothing to interrupt you. Your son is happily ensconced with his grandmother Violet and his nanny, and your time is free of commitments or obligations for two whole weeks. 

“Penny for your thoughts, my love,” Benedict’s voice cuts into your reverie, voice rough from sleep.

“Good morning,” you smile and lean over to place your face next to his as he returns the greeting. “I was just delighting in the views this morning,” you wink, “and thinking about how lucky I am to have you all to myself, absolutely no one here to interrupt us, not even our son.”

“Mmmm,” he smiles lazily and pulls you into an embrace partially on top of him, kissing your neck languidly. “Speaking of our son, James seems lonely, does he not? I think he might need some siblings.” His voice is like velvet as he plants hot kisses on your skin. “I think it’s only fair. “

“Are you trying to get me pregnant, Mr Bridgerton?” you tease.

“Well, I tried last night, didn't I? It is somewhat of a tradition for us, is it not? Making beautiful babies on wedding days. I didn’t think we ought to mess with tradition, my love.” He chuckles and rolls you fully on top of him, your legs tangling. “But just in case my plan didn't work last night, I think we should keep trying all of today as well to be safe. And in France too. We definitely need to give it lots of effort there.”

“Oh, you think so, do you? Hmmm, well, let me think about that,” you pretend to be deep in thought for about a second. “I can see your point. Go ahead, Mr Bridgerton, give me more of your beautiful babies.”

“With pleasure Mrs Bridgerton,” he growls, and you squeal in delight as he flips you over onto the mattress.

And true to his word, he manages it. Nine months later, Isobel Bridgerton is born. She is your double, the fiercest little ball of energy you have ever known and has her father hopelessly in love from the moment he sees her. 

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @crowleysqueenofhell @baebee35

Moments only taglist: @queenofshinigamis @khaleesjj @starslibrary @magical-spit @honeylovemoon @justwant2read8421

[arabriddler]

Gotham Fic rec list

A Modicum of humanity makes everything harder

Fic AO3 description :

Bruce Wayne first donned the cowl ten years ago, vowing to protect Gotham's citizens from crime, but who protects him?

Jim Gordon is called upon by an unlikely set of people to find Bruce Wayne aka Batman, solve the case he was working on before he disappeared, and find him before Gotham gets wind that its caped protector is missing.

my notes :

this is an incomplete series of stories set post-canon. It’s great because it offers a variety of characters and interactions. Tbh I only read up to Evol Love but it’s very fun. Ties gotham and comic Batman together nicely ! I personally consider it canon.

The Edcubus

Fic AO3 description:

Edward Nygma attempts to live his life well under the guise as a normal, human forensic pathologist. He just likes human souls as a side dish now and then. It's what an Incubus does.  So when he sees a dapper looking fellow at a club, and how well they hit it off together, a soul seems guaranteed.

my notes:

This fic made me laugh and cry and giggle and smile and cry again and it’s just. A journey. It’s sort of a Gotham rewrite but with a twist ( Ed is an incubus ). Ed’s DID is written very well here as well as Oswald’s disability and the way his mind works and runs Gotham. The relationships are very light and the dialogue seems very authentic and the highlight of the fic is Zsasz. I loved hims so much here. Also, Tabitha is written so well here. I loved her

The Fox and The Scorpion

Fic AO3 description:

Ed and Lucius both think they can help each other, and maybe in doing so help themselves along the way. But the more time they spend together, the more the line between help and harm begins to blur.

My notes :

If you know me you know that I constantly talk about this fic. It’s just. So good. Had to stare at the wall after it for such a long time. The way Ed and Lucius mirror each other? Their conversations and interactions ? The plot twists? Moreover, Lucius is underrated across all Batman media. This fic really gets in depth when it comes to him and I appreciate that.

4 am

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot works in the campus cafe of Gotham University where he meets Edward Nygma, a student looking for a quiet place to study.

my notes:

college AU! That’s also a coffe shop AU! It’s so cute. Oswald and Ivy are sort of siblings here and I love that so much. Ed is adorable, and I loved the way Jim’s written here ( we have Ed and Jim as roommates ! ) I’ve reread it so many times.

On the corners of neibolt and Waterbury

Fic AO3 description:

There were many stories about the monsters that lived beneath Gotham. People always assumed that they were harmless stories, but the children of Gotham knew better.

my notes:

IT AU!! It’s set in Gotham verse BUT it’s also an IT AU I don’t know how to explain it but it’s so fun. We also have Ed and Oswald and Jim as childhood friends and it’s adorable. Made me want to read my IT book gathering dust on the bookshelf

Avast!

Fic AO3 description:

Oswald Cobblepot is the proud captain of the pirate ship Iceberg. He crosses paths with the surgeon Ed Nygma.

my notes:

pirates AU with supernatural elements. Complicated Ed Oswald relationship we just love to see it. The writing is so good It makes you picture everything in your mind. There is a laviathan and a kraken.

Puzzled

Fic AO3 description:

After Oswald saves Edward on the pier he tells him that he's going to take Martin with him and leave Gotham forever. Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Ed finds himself unable to let Oswald go... So he decides to go with them.

my notes:

road-trip with Ed, Oswald, and Martin. It’s simply wholesome.

Seizing My Guts ( he Floats me with dread )

AO3 fic description:

Oswald awakes from a coma with a bullet hole in his stomach and no recollection of how it got there. With his sight impaired, the task of finding his would-be killer seems to be impossible. Luckily for Oswald, Ed Nygma, his Chief of Staff, is there to lend a hand.

my notes :

went through so many emotions reading this. Complex nygmobblepot vaguely toxic ? Perfect.

Love is a four-legged word

fic AO3 description:

"It's a Maltese Shih Tzu," Ed says. "If there's a dog in the house, it shouldn't be a breed that generates puddles of drool."

"I thought you didn't like dogs," Oswald says, still cradling the ball of fluff.

"I don't," Ed agrees. "You do."

my notes :

a one shot that has it all! Dogs! Growing old! Post canon! Insane amount of fluff! This is such a comfort read I’ve re-read it so many times

Unexpected Visitor

fic AO3 description:

Oswald and Ed receive an unexpected late-night visitor.

my notes:

Oswald and Ed being uncles and it’s so wholesome I just love it. It’s part of a series which I recommend reading it all ( this is the second story ) I read it a long time ago so I can’t remember it well but I remember this part because it was so wholesome

I’d want to be felled by you

Fic AO3 description:

"We would be stronger together. No one could stop us."

They’re in love with each other, and he’s the only one that knows.

My notes:

Set after the season 5 knife hug, a very wholesome one shot with a hint of angst and lots of feelings. Ed nurses Oswald’s eye and they talk

We should be a settled argument

AO3 fic description:

Who would have thought Blackgate Prison and No Man's Land would have so much in common? Restricted food choices, unreliable air conditioning, and surrounded by gangs that can easily be bought, albeit for cigarettes rather than bullets. It's the same posturing and negotiating, and Oswald could do it in his sleep. It's almost relaxing, if you ignore the bounty on his head from the Russians and the grumbling from the Irish.

my notes:

I’ve read this so many times, it’s set post No-Man’s land and catches up with the finale, it’s basically the ten year period where Oswald’s in prison and his handling of black gate is written in such an Interesting way, and Ed and Oswald’s interactions are perfect and fun to read.

Russian Roulette

AO3 fic description:

Edward and Oswald find themselves captured by the Court of Owls. It will take the two of them working together to escape, but not all is as it seems. Escaping their prisons is only the beginning and survival depends on their all too fragile truce. In the end, will it be enough to save either one of them? And are they even capable of maintaining it?

my notes: this is the kind of fic that makes you bite your fingernails and stay up reading it and walk around in circles because it drives you insane. It also has lots of horror and tense elements that make it captivating

Point D’ Amour

AO3 fic description:

Oswald and Edward finally accepted their love for each other. Edward is the happiest he's ever been. Until an incident at a warehouse sends him spiraling. He loves Oswald, so why does he want to hurt him?

my notes: I received this fic as a gift and it’s so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 makes me insane !! Was reading it like :0

[nashiriel]

Re-read Victory,

So, do you think

A.) Jace and Luke would ever come together romantically in a erm... less traumatic world?

B.) Did Aemond fall into despair or black rage? (He's the sort to believe that since he'd started feeling softer emotions for Luke, Luke would be bound to return them...)

Thanks so much for the ask! I still keep meaning to go back to the sequel sitting in my drafts, but…*looks guiltily at my pile of WIPs*

A) TBH, in an omegaverse HotD fic, I think that Jace/Luke would be the default option for Rhaenyra - it emphasises their status as true Targaryens, ensures that her sons will each be cared for by their partner, plus means that Joffrey can always inherit Driftmark. Had things not been so traumatic in that verse, they’d probably have been betrothed.

B) Lol, Aemond was raging. He can’t even enjoy being king because he’s so mad Luke slipped his grasp. The Blacks are in for a wholesome summer of a family sightseeing trip across the Free Cities whilst frantically dodging Vhagar and all the armies of Westeros!

[ruthlesslistener]

Curious to hear why you see Ghost, in-game, as acting like a child. (/gen, neutral tone)

It's mostly the fact that they're a very curious entity who, much like a child explores everything with their mouth, explores the world around them with their nail. Obviously how a player controls them affects their behavior, but that doesn't account for stuff outside the player's control, such as the fact that Ghost can break stalagtites/mites, fossilized bugs, and sculptures, as well as break signposts or damage architecture. They know how to control it well enough to not hit friendly npcs (or their mom, for some reason), but they'll still hit the grubs or kill Menderbug, and those moments give a very heavy sense of mistake, like they weren't sure of the connotations of their actions until they happened. They also flail about in a panic when they fall into acid, they get mad at Millibelle and the Pale King and beat them up in a fit of spite, and their fighting style compared to Hornet and the Hollow Knight is an unpracticed mess of swings and blobby spells, basically like what you'd expect from a child with a sword. They are easily fooled by things that lure their curiosity, like Nosk, and are also very, very attatched to their siblings. They didn't come back to Hallownest because they wanted to save it- they did so because Hollow called to them, and Hollow is their sibling. Coming across the Broken Vessel also seems to be very impactful to them (especially since the game encourages you to try to kill the lightseeds before they can control their corpse), and the whole sequence with Hornet in Greenpath is meant to emulate them going '!!!' and making a mad dash for her, which is very juvinile in nature. And we know that they come to care deeply for Hornet, too, because the winged nosk in Godhome takes her form, and they only do that to a bug's loved ones. They have that very linearly-focused, not-so-big-picture sort of drive that feels like how a kid might act even though we can't really see their thoughts. Which, sure, you can argue that an adult character might act like that as well, but the way that Ghost deals with things just gives off a major vibe of naiive, childlike clumsieness, especially when compared with their siblings.

(Also select npcs like Mato, Ogrim, and hell, even WL after her perception on them is challenged speaks to them in what I'd consider to be appropriate to a child. It's not like toddler talk or anything, but it's similar to how I'd speak to a very solemn 8-year-old with a sword and a mission, which helped contribute to that vibe. Not all npcs do this, but I'd def. blame the diversity of insect sizes and their eerie vessel nature for that.)

I think they're supposed to give off a mix of 'eldritch being who knows more than they should' as well as 'child with a sword', tbh. They're not in toddler territory, and they're obviously not analagous to a human child- more a kitten, really, or one half of a set of haunted twins- but they're still very much a child. I kinda think they give off that specific vibe from that one child jesus comic floating around tumblr (where he's spouting off full bible verses despite being like, six), in that they know far more than they should and have a soul older than you'd expect, but they're also like, 8. A very serious 8-year-old, but still 8.

[quietlyblooms]

the graveyard shift | modern fantasy i

as night settles in and the streets become quiet, one shop remains open at the end of the street. it is nondescript and sports a forgettable name; indeed, one might overlook it despite being the one building that shines in the dark, but if you're curious enough to walk through those doors one evening, you'll be bombarded by the smell of herbs and oils. you'll notice shelves and tables full of books, teas, ointments, crystals, candles and trinkets -- even paintings. truly the shop appears to nearly burst with the plethora of items it holds, and in the far corner, a blonde peers at you from over her shoulder.

chiyoko hisakawa. ah, just the woman you needed to see.

if you need a spell, chiyo is the witch for the job. within reason. there are some strict rules, like no resurrecting the dead and no love spells. there are some magics that simply should not be dabbled in, but a quick spell to erase an hour of memory? a little charm to protect you from harm? all you need to do is answer a simple question.

quiet night, isn't it? yes, if the wind weren't howling.

the young witch stops reorganizing a bookshelf, beckoning you over to the front counter instead. she rifles under it for a moment, and to your surprise -- and admittedly disappointment -- she places a single sheet of paper upon the counter for you to look over. a grin spreads across her pretty face. she definitely noticed your pout.

" did you expect a spell book like in the movies? we don't always need that thing, y'know. now, " she pauses to gesture towards the list of spells, charms, and services available, watching you with kind if not laughing eyes.

" what can the hisakawa's do for you? "

additional details

chiyo mostly runs the shop at night to accommodate nocturnal and emergency customers. during the day, her father runs the shop while her mother still teaches at the local high school.

chiyo herself still writes and illustrates her manga, utilizing the slow hours at the shop to get it done. she's currently on break, even if she's still trying to work on her series. i may change this detail if it ends up feeling too busy.

the hisakawa's have a reputation for being witches, though they will laugh and deny it to the general public. only those close to them or those of the supernatural community are aware of the truth.

the hisakawa's have also been a staple of the supernatural community for years, and because of this, they're well-loved and respected. which kinda makes up for their human peers misunderstanding them over the generations :' )))

chiyo has a touch of the sight, often having visions in her sleep or as she's drawing/painting. she doesn't share this with anyone outside her family. she hates it tbh :// asdf

her familiar is jun, a japanese mastiff who can sense the intentions of people and is most always by her side. if you wish chiyo harm, he will know.

this verse is a precursor to the events of bad moon rising in which chiyo becomes a vampire.

[queerxqueen]

So as the person responsible for my nightly #parksborn doom scroll, do you have any pics you'd recommend? I'm also a bit of a fandom shopper, so I actually don't know too much about parksborn and their dynamic. What do you like about that pairing? What makes you keeping coming back for more?

First of all, there is nothing more exciting to me than knowing I've converted someone to one of my ships, so thank you for that and sorry for spreading the brainrot.

But god, there is so much to love about parksborn.

It's the friends to lovers vibes of knowing each other inside and out, the years of pining and yearning, the heartache of wanting but being afraid to ruin the friendship. It's the perfect mix of warmth and tension.

It's the tragedy of Harry Osborn, doomed by the narrative, and all the juicy friends-to-enemies that comes with it. The I can fix him, I can save him, he's not lost from Peter and the self-hate and self-comparison and pressure fueling the darkness in Harry.

It's the romantic hero that is Peter Parker, in all his heroic, idealistic, won't-stay-down glory who refuses to lose Harry to that darkness.

It's them caring about each other across a half-dozen different universes and in every iteration. It's the little details. Raimi verse Peter lighting up when he sees Harry. Webb verse Harry being shrouded in darkness until he steps into the light when Peter visits him (and then having a little date montage around NYC). Insomniac verse Peter literally having to collect himself before hugging Harry on his return. Or Harry most likely having kept Peter's childhood bike. Or them having a literal canonical Cigarette Daydreams montage edit as they reminisce on their friendship and---

Listen, they just have impeccable vibes, and each version of them have their own unique flavor, and there's so many variations of canon to play with and be inspired by.

And to finish up this long ramble with some fic recs (I'm assuming you meant fics not pics?):

Of Starks & Osborns - my AU inspired by multiple versions of parksborn but mostly webbverse. I'm super proud of this fic tbh :')

hesitation is killing me too - the absolute best post-No Way Home fixit for Webbverse parksborn, god tier to me and in my heart

J. Jonah Jameson Is Not Homophobic - almost fake dating but not quite, just humor and delightfulness all around

it's cuffing season - shenanigans with mating cycles but instead of smut it's almost crack-treated-seriously and just a lot of fun

i'll dream each night of some version of you - insomniac verse Harry in a time loop trying to save Peter

[eisforeidolon]

Hey there, I hope you don't mind me dropping in here on a topic from a few days ago and harping on about it (I'm not very well-versed on ask boxes so I'm a bit unsure of the etiquette. If I commit a major faux-pas, forgive me). Apologies if this ends up a little long and a lot sarcastic - I have opinions about this. It's given me a fair bit of grief over the years.

Y'know, I see these 'abusive Dean' takes float across my dash a fair bit (apparently not being into Destiel or Wincest means I must be a Bitter Sam-girl instead and hate Dean, according to Tumblr). The oh-so-delightful 'abusive husband Dean and beaten wife Sam' takes. People calling Sam 'beaten wife coded' in general. One based on a grand total of two instances where he flinched cause Dean made a loud violent noise near him (who the hell wouldn't, you don't need to be 'beaten wife coded' to flinch when someone chucks a chair at a wall, it's almost like Sam has some kind of trauma about various other things and might be generally jumpy...). Or taking the end of S10 out of context and choosing to forget that Dean was nearly fully taken over by a mark of fratricide (which he still managed to overcome, they conveniently fail to mention that). And I just... ugh.

What I never understood about these takes is like... why? There's trying to paint your fave in a good light and a character you hate in a bad one, but then there's making the heart and soul of the show itself into something so ugly it ruins it for other people, like your Anon, and honestly this happened to me too a while ago before I forced myself to stop listening to the greater fandom and find a few I trusted (like you). Even still, it gets all up in my head sometimes. Why are these people finding such glee in making the central relationship so awful? What are you getting out of this show if you think that about it?

Like, imagine looking at the finale through this lens. Congratulations, you turned something sad but ultimately bittersweet into something horrible, the 'beaten wife' dedicating the rest of their life to their 'abuser' then being forced to be with them for eternity, and this is portrayed as a good thing. Why would you ever want to view it that way? Plus, it's rather forced if you take it as a whole - the few times Sam stood there looking contrite while Dean did something stupid pale in comparison to the number of times he calls him out on it, even in the later seasons (14x12 Prophet and Loss, anyone? 15x17 Unity?).

I guess people can take from media what they want, it's obviously not my place to police people's enjoyment, but I just never got the appeal. It seems so counter to what the show was clearly actually trying to do, yet they tout it as fact (now where have I seen that before). Like it's somehow a bad thing to enjoy the show on its own terms. Coming across these takes still kinda bums me out. This goes for people insisting it's the other way around too - I can't stand any brother vs. brother stuff either, it's never anything but bad faith, and honestly kinda misses the point. Some of these people boggle my mind with their lack of empathy.

If there's one thing this fandom is good for, it's honing your ability to roll your eyes and move along. It's full of so much absolute batshit insanity that you'll never survive if you listen to every take. Trust me, I've tried. Do you know which tags to block to avoid this kinda stuff? Cause I never seem to be able to.

Sorry if this was a bit of a rant dump, heh. I'm usually a chronic lurker, but this discourse in particular bothers me immensely.

You're absolutely fine, I mind neither bringing up previous topics nor excessive length (be a bit of a hypocrite if I did, tbh). And yeah, it's one of my least favorite SPN fandom discourses, too.

It does feel like it's pretty hard to find any corner of the fandom where you won't at least occasionally see one side or the other's worst faith not!fave-brother-is-terrible takes. And oh, do I hate the 'beaten wife Sam' half of the 'Dean is an abuser' discourse equation just as much. Like, supposedly they like Sam, so why on earth would they want to pretend this stubborn competent badass of a character is actually a helpless pathetic marshmallow?! Same with Dean on the opposite side of the fandom - it's not just the character they're constantly maligning I can't recognize, the character they "like" similarly bears very little resemblance to the one I'm a fan of!

So far as I can tell, some people just desperately need their favorite character to be the best one who is always in the right. Whether it's over-identification or what, I don't know. They seem to think they achieve it by reframing large portions of the canon as justifying, unfairly attacking, or insulting that character as necessary. Except they don't see how from the outside it very often looks entirely absurd, regardless of if they're doing it in favor of Sam, Dean, or Castiel. Which is not to say there aren't parts of canon which treat all of those characters ridiculously in one way or another? But it's the total fixation on it only being the case with their favorite character in every possible situation where it gets weird.

Every great once in a while, I do manage to come across a take that really annoys me. But for the most part? The extreme ones are just so absurd, so divorced from what anyone even vaguely trying to understand the other characters' motivations and what the show quite obviously intended? I just can't take it at all seriously. Especially when they (as they so often do) get canon details wrong or pointedly "forget" all the canon points that blatantly don't fit their narrative.

Unfortunately, like with a certain ship, when it comes to tagging? You're kind of at the mercy of the self-awareness of the poster about how much other people may not want to see their hot takes.

[johnslittlespoon]

Opinion on a/b/o or omegaverse?

yes 😎 !! ok tbh i don't actually know a ton about the workings of it, it's a trope(?) i haven't ever looked into much for some reason, but the few things i do know about it are sooo fun to brainrot about

idk how much yapping you've signed yourself up for but i word vomited as usual so xoxo ik it's usually pretty heavily sexual obviously and this is out of character for me to say but the first thing that comes to mind with buckbucky when i think of omegaverse headcanons is actually not nsfw, shocking??

i always think about nesting/scenting, because of this post i made (jokingly) (mostly) theorizing about john sleeping in gale’s bed during the stalag episodes, and because it looks like he drags his face across his pillow before the fight in the yard which could easily be mistaken for him inhaling gale's smell

pairing that with all the dog coded tendencies and it’s like. the perfect recipe for being obsessed with gale’s scent and wanting to bury himself in it/in anything gale, ie: curling up in gale’s bed, stealing gale’s clothes/pillows/blankets (i actually have a bit i wanna include in yad(iym) where john swaps his and gale's pillows for 'comfort' lol i feel like this feeds into it), loving to bury his face in the crook of gale's shoulder (crease of his thighs... armpits... yk the vibes) and inhale or mouth at him.

i'm always torn on the actual alpha/omega roles though because i feel like they both equally exhibit traits of each one so it's hard to decide which fits better yk? obviously speaking with my own headcanons and characterization of them in mind since everyone views them differently, but with the most cliche/obvious traits i've seen– they're both quite equally protective/defensive, i don't see either of them as 'smaller'/more gentle/docile, i very much headcanon them as switches and verses so i don't see one of them being more submissive than the other, etc. i think i'd be boxing my brainrot in with settling on one dynamic for them in my head lol

i don't care for mpreg/any pregnancy tropes lol so i don't have opinions on that aspect but i've said how i feel about breeding and domesticity kinks so >:)

i feel like john is Very bite–y in all contexts so the claiming bites fit him so well LOL, gale's probably used to being a dart board for his teeth atp so it's not too far fetched for them. tying it into all the wordless ways they promise the future to each other... there could be so much feeling in it.

and then yk. both of them wanting to dick down/be dicked down 24/7. natural lubricant would be Mighty convenient LMFAO, this is a case where i feel like omega john would fit so well because i usually write him as being a lot more sex focussed/easier to work up due to him being more impulsive and less filtered, so being able to just yk. get to it. would very much enable his constant state of wanting to jump gale's bones :-)

that's all i've got i think, that's really the extent of what i know about the dynamics of omegaverse stuff so feel free to add! shocking that as a past teen wolf fanatic i didn't read more stuff about it lolll but hey wwII yaoi wasn't on my 2024 bingo card, talking ab wwII omegaverse shouldn't be shocking either sigh <3

[002yb]

Oh, Dick taking Jason to rooftop dates and romantic trips

A trope I adore with Dick and Jason is their flirting/dating including a lot of playfulness. Which directly translates into games of chase, ahhhhhhhh. Just an easy, lighthearted competitiveness - equal parts taunting and teasing until one or the other is able to close that distance. Hands catching each other, arms around waists, grabbing one another straight out of the sky. Then it's just tumbling across rooftops, or sitting on high ledges as they catch their breath. Cackling because it's young and dumb and wonderful.

And Jason being all enamored because Dick is especially handsome when his hair is all wind swept. And Dick being just as taken because there's nothing more striking than the flush on Jason's cheeks, the breadth of his smile, the heave of his chest. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Their 'dates' aren't anything over-the-top, usually. It's always more private; a mundanely intimate affair (because really? it's what they can manage with what time they can manage and it's not nearly enough, but they make it work; they always have). It's meals stolen between over-full schedules, hidden away on the corner of rooftops, legs dangling over high ledges - sun warming their skin. It's them catching naps when they can, tucked in close to one another with any suitable structure at their backs to hide them from view.

It never fails that anything more gets interrupted, but they try. Rooftop picnics at any time of day to watch the sun rise, the sun set; to watch clouds pass or airplanes flying overhead in the night sky. Calling one another to weird vantage points to overlook all manner of things: dumb, comedic, sweet, saucy. It's them watching a screening at a drive-in theater from an awkward angle. It's them watching the pure romance of a couple dancing in the privacy of their apartment - blinds open wide and warm in the yellow light and Jason swooning in the most quiet of ways because they're lost in each other; it's him getting embarrassed when Dick sweeps Jason into a slow dance of their own to match (only there's no music, just the wind rushing through the air, whistling in their ears and pulling at their clothes) and Jason ducks his head because his heart is beating overtime and Dick just leans his head against Jason's and slows them to a sway and ahhhhhhhh.

This is already so chunky and I haven't even gotten into romantic trips ffffffffff. But okay here we go the romantic trip!Dickjay portion!!

(Side note: I vaguely remember plotting a whole WtMBU/N&R verse short on Dick planning a trip to the EU for Jason's bday and them being on that flight together and ahhhhhhh airport!fluff is so sweet but focus focus focus).

❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣ Dickjay Trips ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

Immediate digression because ahahahaha probably on family vacations these two do the most to be so over-the-top embarrassing. Just anything to shame poor Tim and Damian (and Bruce). Flashy outfits, socks and slides, coordinating; millennial bops and vibes amplified. Joking about the mile-high club (out of ear shot of Bruce because Jason would die. Again). Just being absolute menaces, as big brothers do lol.

Okay digression done. On their own, these two are a lot more chill and endlessly more covert hahaha. Regardless of where they go, they would enjoy each other's company though. Neither of them really care to stay still, so they have a good time with a strong mix of more physically demanding activities mixed with more educational (historic, cultural, etc) experiences.

(Basically: hiking to see nature's wonders or a stunning view of the city!! Museum viewings where Jason is enthralled and Dick appreciates it all, sure, but his attention is stolen entirely by Jason tbh. If wherever they are is known for some craft, taking a class together and making xyz and ahhhhahahaha both turn out crappy so they agree that's Bruce's souvenir.)

Just these two doing all sorts of new things together. And being able to (generally, depending) express themselves as boyfriends which isn't always an option back home. Because no one knows them this far away. It's just them and who they want to be. It's not that the affection comes easier, but there's no deadline to it; nothing to pull them away, or take their time. It's just Dick and Jason and ahhhhhh.

Though lbr these two would work remotely to an extent undoubtedly and they'd gripe at each other about it, only some time later they'd be called a hypocrite for doing the same damn thing lol.

(Photos!! The both of them take great candids of each other but anything that goes to the family is downright moronic lol).

Another semi-digression. But Dick actually knowing a lot of languages (conversationally) from his time with his circus trope. And Jason getting a little blushy about it because hot damn. He's not used to his competency kink showing up in this sort of fashion - how far is their hotel from here hello???

What they'd enjoy most is wandering off the beaten path together though. Be that the countryside, tall brush golden and up to their thighs, tickling their fingertips or even just within the city - empty streets, tripping over cobblestone and swinging around lampposts into one another's space.

Extra: Dick and Jason souvenir shopping towards the end of their stay. Them buying thoughtful and beautiful things for Alfred and Cass and Duke, but Tim and Damian? Ahahahaha, they make it a game of who can find the tackiest thing, or what would make their two brothers cringe the most.

[maydayissleepy]

With the semester ending I've got more free time but not more free energy,,, so I've been thinking about music again can't you tell

Anyway. Here's that Starset lyrics I relate to the twins post I promised like a month ago. Most of it is based on my own thoughts about them and my au tbh

And these won't include Every song in each album obviously but I do reccomend listening to them all anyway if rock is your genre

ALBUM- Transmissions

Down with the fallen- (listen recommended)

- includes guttural scream

No particular lyrics I'd like to point out, however because the lyrics suggest the singer is seeking some sort of support for uncertainty, has fallen to a low point in life, has themes of identity in war/death, I will deem it Acronix core

Halo-

While majority of the song is not stuff I'd totally associate with either of the twins, I do enjoy a few sets of lyrics for Acronix

[If it means the death of me, I won't let go]

[If you just say the word

I'll be there by your side]

Carnivore-

. Morro song actually

It has begun-

YEAH!! TWINS LORE CORE!!

[But everyone knows by now

Fairy tales are not found

They're written in the walls]

[But nothing could ever stop us

From stealing our own place in the sun

We will face the odds against us

And run into the fear we run from]

My demons-

Acronix core just by the name. I mean c'mon.

Antigravity-

Krux core just a touch, mainly because of the beginning  verse

[The more I fight, the more I work

The more I dig into the dirt

To be fed up, to be let down

To somehow turn it all around

But then fate knocks me to my knees

And sets new heights beyond my reach]

The future is now-

Just this one lyric for Krux. As a treat

[I have half a life to rewrite]

Point of no Return- (listen reccommended)

!! Acronix core fr !! A song about being drawn to fight? Absolutely

[There's a memory of how we used to be

That I can see through the flames]

[Embracing the fear, chasing the fight

The glow of the fire will light up the night

The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face

Making the past an unreachable place

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames

I know, this is the point of no return

It's uncontrollable

Such a beautiful desire

There's something sinister about the way it hurts

When I watch it burn

Because I can't go back

The ashes call my name]

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- Let it die & Telescope

ALBUM- Vessels

Satellite- (listen reccommended)

Okay for this one I'll drag my ocs into the mix, because for these specific lyrics I'd associate with Krux/Roya

[Far across the emptiness I walk the night

And search the silence in the dark you left behind]

[And I won't suppose to know why you walked away]

And. These lyrics I don't relate to anything but they're some of my favorite ever so perceive them anyway

[I seek the stars above the world to be the guides

But they all pale against the light in your eyes]

Frequency- (listen reccommended)

-Includes guttural scream

Actually. More Krux/Roya stuff

[I was scanning through the skies

And missed the static in your eyes]

[And now the silence screams that you are gone

You've tuned me out, I've lost your frequency]

[These memories

They never leave]

Into the unknown-

-includes guttural scream

The beginning verse is actually Acronix in the time vortex guys

[Dislocated

Self is fading

Falling back from what I was

Flying through existence

Tumbling towards a burning sun

Something screaming in the distance

Telling me to come

It's calling me]

Gravity of you- (! LISTEN RECCOMMENDED !)

HOLY SHITTT

Intro verse? Time twins and the iron doom.

[There's a silencing

As the machine arrives here

I feel it pulling me

I feel the past that's died here

I hear it calling me

"You can come alive here"

I hear it beckoning

Until I am inside]

[A new world is breaking]

Noww the rest of this is Acronix and Cyrus stuff for my au. Because Ow

[I feel you here with me

When all the hope has died here

It's boring holes in me

Enough to get inside]

[To fall in the star is to be nothingness

To escape is to be empty

Fall into the star and then we won't exist

Or escape into the nothing

Your sky

The beauty alone is worth it

I will risk it all to own it]

Back to the Earth-

Not much here because its mainly a song for the instrumentals, but I always associated it with Acronix in the time vortex. The end is so GOOD though. Goddamn can Starset can make a cinematic song

Last to fall-

Krux lryics? Krux lyrics.

[This world is changing

But I'm still the same]

Bringing it down- (listen reccommended)

-includes guttural scream

Ooh okay so Roya lyrics. About Krux

[There's something inside you that isn't right

There's something that haunts your dreams at night

There's something that you have lost

And you're bringing it down

You're bringing it down

On top of us]

Monster-

In a shocking turn of events, song named Monster has. Krux associated lyrics??

[I've made an art of digging shallow holes

I'll drop the darkness in and watch it grow

My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul

Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?

I've lost the parts of me that make me whole]

Telepathic- (Listen Reccommended)

Pov Acronix has a crush on Cyrus but he doesn't know what the hell that feeling IS and he thinks he just wants to be Really Good Friends with Cyrus because he's Smart

[You had me under spell right from the start

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[But I don't ever know just what we are

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[Give me the words to say to make it enough]

[Should've never felt this way

Cause you're the sun and I'm just a moon

I'm in the dark 'till you light the way]

Everglow- (you already KNOW listen reccommended)

-30. Second. Long. Scream. What more can I say

I dont even relate the lyrics to either of the twins but the scream holy hell. Immediately Acronix core

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- RICOCHET!!!!!

ALBUM- DIVISIONS

(Btw this is when they started giving each of their songs individual symbols. GOOD SOUP)

Echo-

I'm finding many more sets of lyrics for Krux rather than than whole songs like with Acronix. Probably because Starset is more themed with futuristic/Space stuff. Anyway. Specific lyrics for Krux again. And Roya. They've been on my mind alot recently ok

[I know life is a journey

So what happened to me?]

[I know life is a journey

But you gave up on me early

Tell me, why were you in such a hurry?

I don't know, I don't know]

*skips basically the entire album*

Diving Bell- (! Listen Reccommended !)

Oooooh ow wait okay Actually. Actually. Krux core. Breaking news this hits closer to how I imagine him dealing with his problems more than I ever imagined

Just. The entire song ok (except for versions with the "wake me when the new day comes" bit at the end. Ignore that)

Songs I don't particularly relate to the twins but I still recommend listening to- Other worlds than these, Faultline, Telekinetic

ALBUM- HORIZONS

Devolution- (listen reccommended :) )

-includes guttural scream

Krux lyrics yippee!

[We've been burying the pages

We've been trying to erase this

Built a wall between the truth and us

And it's not enough]

Symbiotic- (listen reccommended)

I have no good reason to call this one Acronix core but I will and you can't stop me

Dreamcatcher- (listen reccommended)

Cyrus song Actually. I relate it to how the Overlord stuff in season 3 effected him, it likely making him much more cautious about how he's developing his technology and keeping it out of the wrong hands, likely feeling a sort of duty or obligation to do so and work even harder because of the trouble it had already caused ninjago.

[I know I can't fix what's broken

If I just pretend to try

I'll follow the path I've chosen

Searching in the endless night]

Something Wicked-

-includes guttural scream

For Krux, It was mostly here for some stuff for an early draft of my au but there's still alot about it that I love

[I've been digging through the dirt that was left behind

I've been dredging through the mud for it]

[How can I tell if the sky is falling?

How can I fix what there is no mending?

How can I tell if I am not well?

I've lost myself

I have come undone]

[And all of the horses

And all of the men

Won't put it back in place

Or bury it where it had been

When all of the forces

Have been overrun

You'll whisper, serpent tongue

What you fear you have become]

Songs I don't relate to the twins but still reccommend listening to- Icarus, Infected, The Breach, and Otherworldly.

And a NOTE about Otherworldly, Has one of the song bits ever, 2:57 to 4:10. Good Soup.

I'm not gonna go into their singles or MNQN for now but perhaps in the future

[bigbumder96]

account introduction thing!!!??

ngl i feel a bit goofy doing this🙁forgive me if this is weird, im used to getting attacked on tiktok for literally nothing (i rarely use tumblr)

general:

name: darcie

age: im a minor😭

gender: girl (she/her :3 )

sexuality: lesbian

from/live in: england unfortunately😣 east london specifically, or essex depending on if u focus on the postcode or the london borough😭 officially its east london tho

interests:

tv shows:

- the inbetweeners

- white gold

- station 19 (still have to catch up on the latest episode lmao

- 9-1-1 (also still have to catch up one episode😭)

- fresh meat

- ted lasso

- heartbreak high (both the old version and the reboot !!! i dont prefer one over the other, although i do tend to post about the 90s one more lmaooo)

- friday night dinner

- this country

- call the midwife

- ackley bridge

- baby reindeer (i wouldnt exactly call it an interest, this show fucking traumatised me, but i watched it like last week😭)

- phoenix rise

- moment of eighteen (a k-drama btw!!)

- move to heaven (also a k-drama!!)

- there she goes

- benidorm

- skins (only gen 2 tho im afraid😞)

- the inBESTigators (dont judge lmfao😭😭😭)

- little lunch (i cant theyre js both such good shows)

- dodo (a cartoon)

- taskmaster (only season eight tho for the icon joe thomas‼️)

- mr bigstuff

- supacell

im currently watching derry girls and jamie johnson atm !!

films:

- the shawshank redemption

- the green mile

- goodbye charlie bright (my absolute fav omg)

- the business

- the football factory (theyre making the sequel to this at my school im so happy i love nick love films😍i didnt see nick love himself tho💔)

- good will hunting

- bohemian rhapsody

- dead mans shoes

- ferris buellers day off

- harry brown

- little miss sunshine

- the inbetweeners movie

- the inbetweeners 2

- white chicks

- the basketball diaries

- mid90s

- spiderman: into the spider-verse

- spiderman: across the spider-verse

music:

- alex g (fav song: too many to put here, but if i had to pick then prolly the whole race, trick, and rules album😭)

- tv girl (fav song: better in the dark, louise, and daughter of a cop)

- the fratellis (fav song: i honestly dk, i havent gotten that much into them yet😣i js listened to one of their albums and played fifa)

- the killers (fav song: read my mind and andy youre a star)

- the smiths (fav song: girl afraid, bigmouth strikes again, and this night has opened my eyes. guys i swr i liked them songs before they got popular im acc rly annoyed at the tiktofication of bigmouth strikes again and this night has opened my eyes😣)

- queen (fav song: spread your wings and long away)

- the stone roses (fav song: i wanna be adored and made of stone. basic i know😣😣)

- the jam (fav song: down in the tube station at midnight, david watts, and man in the corner shop)

- oasis (live forever. icba to type ‘fav song’ anymore😭)

- mac the knife (here to stay)

- mitski (why didnt you stop me, goodbye my danish sweetheart, me and my husband, your best american girl, once more to see you, etcetera…)

extras:

- im into football and i am a big arsenal fan !!!! my fav player is def martin ødegaard, and i may or may not be one of those deluded emile smith-rowe fans who think that hes gonna have a huge comeback and be like he was two seasons ago🤫🤫🤫

(edit: im gonna kms he left arsenal🙁)

i also support england as a country (obviously) plus a tad bit of dagenham amd redbridge, because they are my local ! (before you call me a glory hunter, ive supported arsenal since i was 3 because thats what my mum and grandparents support!!! also its a bit hard to support your local when not all the games are televised and you cant afford a season ticket, not to mention i had no clue who dagenham and redbridge were when i was choosing a football team, because i had no clue how leagues worked and i didnt gaf about football tbh💀)

- i like webtoons! my fav is jacksons diary, our walk home, and crystal city killers😱 (please does anyone have any cute wlw webtoon recs im so desperate)

- in year seven my drama teacher made us watch a play (on the screen, not irl) called slowtime but we didnt get to finish it💔my teacher spoiled the ending but i didnt care and tracked down the rest of that video bcs slowtime is such a good play i love everything abt it😍

- last year i was obsessed with this book series called football academy (written by tom palmer) and it was genuinely so good but there was nobody myp age cuz it was for kids💔i dont rly read them anymore, but the interest is still there if someone by chance has read them please contact me and have a conversation with me about it🙏🙏🙏

- i also have a very obscure interest about london boroughs??? like i dont even know a lot about them, i just love talking about/watching videos about london boroughs... i blame the lb guy on tiktok

i apologise as this was very long, and i probably wont even post that much😭 sorry for the yapping tho🙏🙏🙏

[trashiest-person]

people I'd love to know better (???)

uhh i have never done any of these kinda posts ever in my 5 years of tumblr-ing but i got tagged by @thedemises so ig im gonna do this

last song: CLOSET by Yoh kamiyama

this is actually kinda a lie cuz the last song i actually listened to was smth from one of those daily mixes on spotify

BUT is it the last some i added to the playlist of songs i like so it counts??? i guess???? pretty nice song go listen to it 👍🤠👍

also go listen to will wood and tv room (bro has 7.5k followers on Spotify PLEASE + also he made Say It Back if u ever saw it on yt)

fav color: purple, red (except not really)

i used to really like purble but tbh i don't really know what i like anymore

a big chunk my fav characters have red so i like it by association lol (+ red eyes go hard)

last movie: across the spider-verse

decided to go watch it w/ my kid cousins once and now i need to see unspeakable things happen to Spot. i will not elaborate.

sweet or spicy or savoury?

sweet & savoury

tbh all of them r good but my spice tolerance aint strong enough to devour spicy dried squid like id want to :(

relationship status: single and not lookin for anybody (+demiromanic)

id like to get a lover or lovers (i kinda wanna be in poly) at some point but not yet (not sure if i'll ever manage to :/)

last thing i googled: "portal characters"

so context: i suddenly thought of a oc idea and i wanted them to be trans and that they named xemself after a portal character n yeah

meet Wheatley lol (i know nothing abt Portal btw)

(good lorde my style is inconsistent as hell)

(note @ringdabel they're in that prev wb we did if u wanna see thems)

hohhh boy here we go

current obsession: BOOTHILL 🤠👢🪦‼️‼️

bros highkey actin as my will to live rn...AND he got dripped 1 day RIGHT BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. I LOVE HIM. 250 passes + 40 pity he WILL COME HOME

im fucking insane for this guy

so yeah datz itz i think thankz mori (i think thats ur name???????? i cant remember names)

[octakiseronliker]

super curious to see what you’d do with Them and cockwarming tbh 👀💖

Omg sorry this took so long to reply to! This is a FAVORITE of mine so I had about a million different ideas pop into my head before I went with this one. I also put it on ao3 here!

“Brother Colum,” Silas says severely. “If you cannot keep your attention on the passage at hand, perhaps we should move on to our chores for the day and reserve our study for the evening.”

“No,” Colum grinds out, “no, I don’t think that’s necessary, Brother Silas.”

“May I continue in peace, then, or is there something else that you require from me?”

“Nothing else.”

“Thank you. I trust you can maintain your silence and refrain from further commotion.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

His eyes return to the text on the page. His well-loved personal copy of the Tome, riddled with annotations and re-bound twice, its spine having fallen apart with frequent use, rests flat open on Colum’s bare torso. Its worn white leather cover sticks somewhat to his chest hair.

Silas himself squirms, making himself more comfortable. Colum is entirely bare in the heat of the summer morning, sprawled across Silas’s yet-unmade bed, but Silas wears his modest cotton nightshirt, pushed up a little above his knees in his present position to reveal his pale, soft thighs. His long, fine hair, nearly as white as his clothing, hangs lovely and loose around his shoulders, pushed back from his face by the headband he often sleeps in. He is seated firmly on Colum’s cock, unmoving, holding him tight and hot inside himself. His lashes flutter as he adjusts. Colum fancies he hears him exhale.

Today is a sanctified day of rest, and though there are still those small domestic tasks to be done, there will be no chapel services until the evening: hence their slothfulness in rising. They had slept alongside one another as always, close and comfortable in the bed that is rightly for Silas’s use alone, and woken up tangled up together, sweating beneath the covers in the late morning sun. It had become immediately evident that they had both awoken hard, and after a slow and sleepy exchange of kisses they reached the conclusion that, while Silas could not under any circumstances abandon his morning study of the Tome before Colum began to clean, he could perhaps attempt to multitask.

“I have lost my place,” Silas chastises. His breath indeed comes a bit heavier. “At this rate, I will have to start again from the beginning of the chapter.”

Colum knows this chapter well. They are about two-thirds of the way through, and it’s been half an hour of Silas perched prettily in his lap, bearing down on his cock, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“Verse twenty-six,” he says thinly, trying to keep from rocking up into Silas. “And upon departing from the sacred temple of the Golden Arches, the hallowed palace of Macca, the Lord turned to the Saint of Joy and spake…”

“Thank you, Brother Colum,” Silas replies, trailing his finger down the page until he lands on the proper line. His hips roll, just a little, the movement small enough that it could be plausibly deniable from anyone else. From Silas, though, who plans his every move as deliberately as he can and ever seeks to avoid giving anything away, it’s a clear signal of the intensity of his arousal. His erection is shielded from view by the white cotton of his pajamas, but its outline is very clear beneath the thin fabric. “…the Lord turned to the Saint of Joy and spake, ‘We have come now to the long-prophesied time when vegetation grows scarce upon this barren land, as even venues so holy as these strike it from their offerings…wherefore would depart from here the Chicken Snack Wrap, else that the fruits of the soil have grown so dear?’ And so replied the Saint of Joy, ‘My Lord, O Kindly Prince and Master, I never thought they were that good anyway…’”

Colum has heard Silas sermonize on this portion of the Tome on multiple occasions. There are theological lessons to be had here on all manner of subjects — gratitude for the fleeting and ephemeral, the importance of conservation of natural resources, the contentedness without small indulgences demonstrated by the Saint of Joy and embodied by her most virtuous acolytes. Colum’s heard most of them at least twice, actually, as he has been Silas’s private test audience for every speech he has delivered since he was ten years old. This does, unfortunately, mean that the deep, solemn voice that Colum finds so desperately handsome fades into a pleasant drone in the background as Colum’s brain focuses insistently on the throbbing heat in his cock.

He tries focusing on Silas to keep himself from closing his eyes in pleasure, but that’s a failing strategy from the start, and a fool could have told him as much. Silas looks as though someone had breathed life into an angel carved from marble; a chapel monument with soft pale skin and pretty white hair and dark, serious eyes alight with the zeal of the Lord. And he’s so terribly, gorgeously tight around Colum, regardless of the number of times they’ve indulged in this particular sin — Silas, who had envisioned the Emperor’s response to his holy servant’s fall from grace the first time they’d touched each other and wept in grief, has since grown into the habit of asking Colum directly for what he wants in a charming, roundabout way that delicately skirts obscenity or explicit requests, and Colum regularly provides it. It’s never any less extraordinarily pleasurable than it was the first time.

As though he can read his mind, Silas tightens further, briefly, around him, though his expression doesn’t change in the slightest as he continues to read. Colum is successful in biting back a gasp where many men would not be. He shifts minutely in revenge and must nudge against Silas’s prostate, because his voice is knocked momentarily into his low, breathy upper register before he recovers himself —

“…a-and — and spake the Saint of Patience, ‘It was known to us from the beginning that such life would fade from this world, but I had hoped that the Glorious Revolution of Our Master O’er Death would fell the kingdoms of Shell and Exxon before the Chicken Snack Wrap became a casualty of such violence,’ and the Saint of Joy said unto him, ‘Sometimes it is very difficult for me to believe that you care for aught but your own pleasure and convenience, brother; and did not Macca, too, contribute mightily to the same circumstances in which we now find ourselves?’ And replied the Lord, ‘Bread and roses, Joy, bread and roses’ — C-Colum —”

“Do I disturb you, Uncle?” His own voice is rough and rasping, as it always is. He can think of nothing but fucking Silas properly, but intends to drag this out as long as Silas will insist upon it. “I do not intend to.”

“Do that — a-again.” The prim, virginal mask slips a little, impatient. Colum grinds slightly, subtly upward again, aiming for the same place, and Silas very nearly squeaks.

“Are you certain? You haven’t yet finished the chapter.”

“Colum!” There is a wet spot on his nightshirt where his demure little cock has begun to leak. He professes to hate when Colum causes him to make a mess of himself in this way.

“Alright, Si, alright,” Colum replies, gentle. His hands come up, finally, from where they have rested dutifully at his sides. He marks Silas’s page and slides the book out from under his hands, shutting it and pressing a perfunctory kiss to its cover before setting it respectfully on the nightstand. His hands slide up Silas’s thighs — Silas whining softly — and then, quicker than Silas can react, he sits up and flips Silas onto his back with his thighs curled to his chest, making him yelp. In this position, though it’ll be hell on Colum’s knees, it feels like he drives deeper into him; they both pant with it.

“Animal,” Silas scolds. “Colum, it’s obscene, I — oh, oh, there, please there —“ He arches and grinds down against Colum, rebuke forgotten as Colum begins to rut him into the mattress. His head falls back in pleasure; he clings to Colum’s shoulders, neatly-clipped nails still managing to dig into his bare skin. It’s incredible to fuck him for real after waiting hard inside him for nearly forty-five minutes — he’s not going to last long, but he suspects Silas won’t either.

“There you go,” Colum groans. “I have you, dove. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“I intend to take it,” Silas breathes, and hooks his ankles around Colum’s waist to drag him in close enough to kiss.

[cursedwithwords]

Okay, who fell first and who fell harder? For everyone.

You said everyone so I'm including ocs in TBOTS 🫰

But starting with jeddy, I used to say James fell first and just didn't realize it but honestly I think they both fell at the exact same time and equally as hard. Like they're fucking obsessed with each other. The moment they see each other again on the platform it's instant sparks, but they're both damaged so they didn't realize it until much later. James has the baggage of "I can't be loved" while Teddy has the baggage of "I can't love", so. God I'm obsessed with them. ANYWAY, NEXT!

Scorbus is also a hard one cuz I sort of see them falling in love pretty slowly through years of friendship. Like they sort of slip into it so slowly and effortlessly that there's no sudden "oh" moment between them. It's something obvious and inevitable. It's not so much "oh" as it is "duh". "Duh of course we'd fall in love". I think Scorpius fell first, though, realizing it while he was in the alternate verse without Albus and having it hit him that he just can't live without the guy. Albus falls harder, a little bit later. He is VERY protective, which I think he inherited from both his parents tbh. I kind of imagine him being the most protective person out of all his siblings because he's got such an equal share of their parents, but anyway.

Lilyander is an easy fun one. Lily fell first, though she hid it way better. She thought Lysander was super fun and super silly. She thought he was interesting and always felt comfortable around him so at some point she's like "I think I could be with this guy forever". Lysander falls harder. Like HARD. Lily is one of the only people Lysander feels at ease around. She's someone he's never felt the need to impress because she's so open about insisting she likes him exactly the way he is. She makes him feel more comfortable in his own body despite all his perceived flaws. She makes him feel like he's worthy of his family name.

OC time 😌 cuz you SAID everyone!

Imamu fell for Roxanne first, and has been attempting to court her and ask her out since the moment they met despite her constant rejection. Roxanne falls harder, once she gets to know Im a little better and discovers what kind of person he actually is; because he comes across as very suave and savvy, he's charming and very good with his words. He's a remarkable pianist and drummer, good at writing music and a born performer. He seems perfect at first glance, which used to irritate Roxanne. Overly confident men bothered her. It's only when he let's down his guard and is vulnerable around her that she starts getting interested in him. He's a mystery to her, she can never figure out what he's thinking, and that's both fascinating and infuriating.

Louis fell for Julian first. First from curiosity and fascination, then because he genuinely thought the man was handsome. Jule consistently pulled away and avoided Louis, though it was obvious he felt SOMETHING along the lines of interest for Louis. Something held him back and that immediately drove Louis to pursue him. Julian fell harder. Way fucking harder. He thought Louis was gorgeous from the moment their eyes met, but he's a cautious person by nature and was scared to get too close to him. It's actually Louis' persistence, kindness, and fearlessness that had Julian finally bending.

Last but not least, my lesbians. Adrien fell first and Malika fell harder. They were hard to decide on because I think they loved each other pretty quickly and simultaneously. I think Adrien was drawn to Malika's courage and cheerfulness, the fact she seemed like a crazy bright light, but she held back because of some personal issues, worried about pursuing something for fear of hurting Malika. Malika had no such fears. She thought Adrien was gorgeous, literally stunning, and was surprisingly protective of her despite the fact she was a squib while Adrien was more than capable of protective herself. She liked making Adrien blush and liked to hold her. They compliment each other almost too well as silver and gold. Malika is the only sunlight that doesn't burn Adrien.

Fuck I'm obsessed with all of them fr.