#I am thinking about this show 24/7 if you couldn't tell

[carbonbasedmatter]

there's sadly not a lot of content of them together but troy and annie's friendship is so important to me. I feel like we don't talk about them enough outside of general trobedison. they're two people who liked the idea of each other at some point for kind of superficial reasons but grew to appreciate each other as their own people and not just this goal of someone to "pull" the more they got to know each other. honestly glad that the writers dropped the ship cus it's so much better than it would've been if it was romantic. instead we got this cool thing where they both kind of helped each other grow into themselves and cope with changes.

the talk they had at the end of mixology certification reflecting on everything that happened after annie's sudden crisis about what she wanted to do with her life was so sweet.

ANNIE: ... I did it because I didn't wanna be me. I did it because i'm not sure who I am. Admit it- we went to school together for four years, and you didn't even know me.

TROY: Yeah, but I know you now, You're Annie...You like puzzles and little monsters on your pencil and some guy named Mark Ruffalo. You're a fierce competitor and a sore loser and you expect everybody to be better than who they are and you expect yourself to be better than everyone. Which is cool.

This was the episode where Troy realized that becoming an adult isn't this big, dramatic change and the people he looked up to were just as confused and imperfect as he was. He decides on his own that the grown up thing to do is to get everyone home safely rather than drinking. Here he's the one reassuring Annie, telling her how she does still have time to explore the world on her own terms, not knowing her well back then was his own loss.

I really like that about their dynamic how Troy kind of helps Annie realize she can just...relax and be herself without being judged, seeing her high school crush that she always wanted to impress casually building pillow forts and speaking in only movie references with his best friend. We don't see any immediate drastic changes in her that it seems unnatural but she's definitely more comfortable weird in her own way after moving into 303 (For ex her making Abed film missing lover clips for her)

I love how much they both care about abed too...in different ways. troy matches his weirdness, giving him an escape from what the rest of world thinks while annie shows him he CAN leave the world of simulations and scenarios, being different from someone but still having them respect you as a friend and build a close relationship with them letting him connect with the world. But they actually care about him letting him show a vulnerable side that he doesn't with a lot of the other members of the study group.

I also think the gay himbo+ smart but insane lesbian dynamic is v funny yea

anyways here are some silly photos that'll hopefully help get my point across

[divinesolas]

hiii, how are you? I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do Jacaerys Velaryon x reader. Where reader is Alicent’s firstborn daughter, and they were married in hopes to reconcile the family. Could you do newly married headcannons for them, sfw and nsfw. They don’t necessarily show their hate 24/7, they married out of duty, and for their families but they don’t get along or make efforts to get along, if that makes sense. More like a subtle enemies to lovers. If you can do this, it would be great. And I hope you have a wonderful day 😊😊😊

a/n: hiii i am great i hope youve been well. <3 TYSM FOR THE REQUEST !! sorry it took me a couple days to get too !! i went a little overboard sorry i just loved this rq sm !! <3 hope you enjoy !! (this is more of a fic in headcannon format :3)

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, slight enemies to lovers, slight baela/jaacerys romance for the drama, happy ending not bulleted, not proofread, avoided the use of y/n

You didn't hate jacaerys targaryen. No, you never had strong feelings about him. Even in your youth as you grew up you never thought much about him. If anything the most you had ever had is a slight resentment towards him for his treatment of aemond.

Your engagement had come as a surprise. Especially knowing how much your mother didn't care for rhaenyra or her family, especially her sons. But apparently rhaenyra and Alicent had a moment together and the two managed to come to an agreement for the sake of the family.

You couldn't gauge his reaction when he heard the news, he did not seem as shocked as you, leading you to believe he had already been informed. The two of you stared at each other and you could sense his annoyance. You've never had any bad blood so you don't understand what he could be so annoyed about until his eyes stray from you and you turn your head to where he's looking and notice he was looking at baela who also had a saddened look on her face but covered it up well. The two of you barely speak during the wedding prep.

The two of you actually argued quite a bit about the ceremony. You had wanted one more to your faith, the seven, while he was insistent that you had a traditional targaryen ceremony and for it to take place at driftmark.

“Of course you would want it at driftmark.” you scoff His head shoots up and he gives you a glare. “What could that possibility mean?”

“Nothing my dear i just find it funny that you of all people want a ceremony at driftmark. What sort of relation do you have there? Wouldn't a place like harrenhal suit you better”

His hands slam on the table and he stands his eyes never leaving yours as his face turns angry.

You can hear your mother scold you but you just laugh and keep a smile on your face. The meaning of your words are very clear to him but as he opens his mouth to speak his mother interrupts suggesting just to have two ceremonies.

You roll your eyes as he sits back down and agrees. The two of you continue to make sly remarks at one another to many, It would just look like friends poking fun at one another but the two of you knew that you two could barely stand each other. It was easy enough to fool the public into thinking the two of you had been a love match. Especially since they had no clue the two of you did not speak outside of public appearances.

Your wedding was magical, without any of the magic. You would have two ceremonies, one of the more intimate traditional Targaryen ceremony and one longer three day ceremony for the faith. you ended up having the targaryen ceremony first. It was a very small ceremony with only your family there.

Even though you held no feelings towards the velaryon boy there's something so intimate about the tradition ceremony that it had even your heart skipping.

you couldn't tell if he felt the same, he had a clearly fake pleased look but you did notice he did not spare baela one glance but instead had spent that night dancing with you.

you two decided not to consummate the marriage that night much to your relief, and would wait till your other wedding night. The public had no clue the two of you were already married, during your wedding feast many would come up to you and spare their congratulations and provide a gift.

You and jacaerys sat at the head of the table. The night had been going fine until one particular lord came up and started saying some inappropriate comments about you.

You began to shrink in your seat and could not find a voice to say anything yet you did not have to as jacaerys was quick to shut him down, his tone had changed much from his kinder tone earlier while regarding guests.

He had laced his land with yours and quickly shooed him away. He had turned to you and asked you if you were alright and all you could do was nod. jacaerys keeps his hand laced with yours the whole night. Despite the fact the two of you are still at odds you find comfort with his warm hand in yours.

The next day was the tourney. You knew jacaerys was going to be competing. No one dared to ask you for your favor. When jacaerys finally was announced he immediately strolled over to the royal box where you had been sitting, “your favor my love?”

After you had reached out and tied it around his sword he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back before riding away. When your wedding rolled around it had once again been a pleasant ceremony. A part of you which you didn't want to acknowledge felt as though there was a small smile on Jace's face when the two of you kissed. The celebration afterwards has also been nice but a part of you felt dread as you realized the bedding ceremony had been right around the corner. Jacaerys had noticed at some point during the festivities you had been upset, “are you alright?”

You didn't want to mention it so you just nodded my head and didn't turn to face him. You could feel his stare and when you didnt turn towards him he sighed. “If you hold any worries about the bedding ceremony, put them to rest. I have already insisted it is not necessary.” You whip your head towards him in shock but he had turned away from you and was staring at the crowd drinking from his chalice. “You did?”

“Of course, there is no reason to. Though the maesters were insistent they checked you afterwards. I had attempted to avoid that as well but they were persistent.” “Why?”

His face scrunched as if he had been confused about your question. “You did not want to do it. Did you?” Your head begins to hurt as you think about the fact he had put in all the extra effort to make sure you did not have to do something you did not want to.

The two of you decided to call it a night and you attempted to ignore your brothers yells of encouragement as you quickly exited the room. You had arrived at your chambers first and were quickly stripped out of your extravagant dress by some maids and the pit in your stomach continued to grow.

There was no way jacaerys would be a cruel lover. Sure the two of you did not get along most of the time but you felt he had been kind to you today and the last couple days. Lost in your thoughts you barely noticed as jacaerys walked into the room still in his formal wear and dismissed all the maids. You stood up to face him and suddenly it became alarmingly clear to you that you two were alone in this room while he was fully dressed and you were wearing a plain white nightgown. No words are spoken between the two of you as you stare as he begins to remove his formal wear. “I am sorry.”

His back is turned to you as he removes his coat and you watch as he freezes “what for?” “This whole marriage. You clearly did not want this and I am sorry you are being forced into this. Maybe I do not want it as well but it must feel worse for you.”

Your head had fallen to the floor as you went on. His hand grabbed your chin and he forced you to lock eyes with him. He had a relaxed face as he gave you a concerned look. “It is our duty you must be upset about it as well. Why would it be worse for me?”

“I assumed you had relations with baela..” you trail off and try to look away but his grip immediately pulls you back. “I promise you I shall never be unfaithful if that is your worry. You are my wife. I could not imagine disrespecting you that way.” It is clear to you he does not deny the fact he has feelings for her but you choose to ignore this fact as he leans in and kisses you. It becomes painfully obvious to the two of you that you are both terribly inexperienced He leads you over to the bed as you gasp as you fall back onto the bed

He is a very kind lover though it was very obvious to him he struggled to know what to do His fingers were clumsy as he attempted to prep you (which you did not expect as your mother told you he would just stick it in) But once he got to the rhythm of it he was very good and soon enough you had your first come. “Are you sure you've never done this nephew?” He laughs and shakes his head, “never dear auntie though i did read up on it.”

He kisses down your neck as he slips off your dress Lost in the feeling you barely noticed that he had slipped off his trousers he was still wearing and was fully nude You would say he has a nice dick but you've never seen another one so you have nothing to compare it to You fight the urge to reach out and grab it He clumsily lines himself up and it hurts.

He presses kisses all over your face in an attempt to calm you down and waits for you to give him the okay before he begins to move. Your mother had spent the last week tell you to be prepared to just lay there and take it and you would find no enjoyment at all but in this exact moment you had no clue what she was talking about You had never felt this amazing in your life, he was kissing you as one of his hands was playing with your clit and another one was locked with yours next to your head.

He was slow, not the rough and hard pace you had been expecting. He valued your pleasure just as much if not more than his own. He was also much more vocal that you had expected, your mother told you men do not make much noise but as he laid his head right next to your ear you could hear ever groan and whine leave his lips He encouraged you to come first before he spilled himself inside you. When he got up soon after you felt a chill, your mother did say men did just quickly leave as soon as they were done. To your surprise all he had done was get up to alert the maids to draw a bath for you.

This however alerts the maester and your mother who comes running in, your mother obviously concerned when she sees you but you reassure her you are fine. Jaacerys was nowhere to be seen and did not return til you were already asleep. You had expected the two of you to have a better relationship after the last couple days have been nice but jacaerys has a very sudden shift in attitude and is back to his sly remarks. A part of you feels sick as if the last couple days had just been a ruse to not have to force you to bed him and he was just like all men. Even when he comes back to bed you he is certainly not as nice as the first time.

“Jaacerys must be rather upset these days.” your brother aemond says over tea one morning “However, would you know that?” “Baela has been betrothed to one of arryns.” Now it has made sense to you and you find yourself seething with anger.

When he comes to join the two of you for tea you quickly make some excuse and rush away ignoring jacaerys confused look as he looks after you. The next couple days follow a similar routine. He is up before you and you pretend to oversleep so you miss breakfast with him, you busy yourself with other activities and avoid even being in the same room as him and when he tried to see you before bed you were already pretending to sleep. After the third day of this you hear him sigh as he sees you in bed already.

That next morning you expect things to go a similar way as the last couple had but were shocked to see jacaerys there instead of aemond who you were supposed to have tea with. “Jacaerys.” “Sit” “I'm supposed to be meeting with aemond-” “And you're meeting with me instead. Sit.” You begrudgingly sit and speak no words as he pours you a cup and you wordlessly take a sip. “You have nothing to say?” “Should i?”

He rolls his eyes, “we have not spoken in many a moon.” “I have been busy.” He scoffs, “busy with what?” You grow angry at his tone, “I apologize my prince but just because some of us aren't crowned princes that does not mean the things we spend our days doing are unimportant.” His face immediately drops as he rubs his hands over his face, “I am sorry, my lady, I didn't mean it like that.” You say nothing just look off to the side “I have just missed you.”

You laugh and his face grows angry once more, “what's that?” “Are you sure it's me you miss?” “Whatever does that mean.” You continue to laugh, “surely it must be your dear baela you miss not i. I heard she is to be married off.” His face turns confused, “what does baela have anything to do with this?”

“She is the reason you are upset, no? Why have you been upset?” He sighs and puts his head in his head. “No, I mean yes but no.” “What does that mean?” “I am not upset that she is betrothed.” You keep silent as he continues, “i thought we were meant to be ever since i was a young kid and i do admit that i was more than angry when i had been informed i would be marrying you and even angrier when we continued to argue but after a while i realized that i had enjoyed your company more and more, especially after our wedding.” A light blush dusts his face, “and when i heard the news of baelas betrothal i had expected myself to be filled with rage but i felt nothing. And that terrified me. The only thing I could think about was you.”

“I avoided being short tempered and nasty with you so I apologize but these couple days without speaking to you have been tortuous. I have come to realize I need you.” You are frozen as a warm feeling fills you, you can tell by the look on his face he means every word. “I love you jacaerys.” “And I love you my beloved.”

[fluffylino]

zombie!minho pt 4

minho finally starts his new meds..but the side effects are a bit strange~

-contains mature themes

"its much stronger than the last medication...thats what the doc told me"

minho announced, telling you word for word what the doctor had prescribed him. he had just stepped back inside after visiting the doctor for his monthly checkup. it was time for a newer improved medication.

"but its effect is immediate. it'll get rid of my sudden fatigue and zoning out"

he took his shoes off, placing it down on the shoe rack.

"and what else?" you asked, hopping around him.

"i have to take two tablets once every month. the yellow one has to be taken before the blue one." minho said, taking his beanie and jacket off. he stretched his arms, dangling the packet infront of your face.

"any side effects?"

"he described it like how you get your period every month for 4 to 8 days, ill get something similar. instead of bleeding, ovulating and all, i'll get some kind of heat."

"heat...as in?"

the kinda heat you knew was the one you had read in abo fanfictions.

well those were...intense. if it were anything like that you weren't prepared.

"my sex drive will increase drastically in the first 24 hours and may persist for the next 48 hours...so basically ill be really fucking horny"

he admitted, sitting down next to you. he leaned his head on your shoulder. so that meant his body would be adjusting. trying to go back to his normal self.

"but he did mention that with every month that side effect will gradually become less. but the first dose is always pretty bad to handle."

"it kicks in about 2 hours after i take it. so i think ill have it tomorrow morning."

"yeah, i am a bit worried though"

how could you not be?

"i doubt it'll be that bad. if it takes away that hunger i feel then i don't mind being horny 24/7"  he joked but you didn't find it that funny.

.

.

"minho..." your voice faded out. "your pant.." he looked down at his pants. there was a wet patch on his crotch. he placed his cup of coffee down. 

"fuck i just showered"

you couldn't help but let your eyes trail down his body. he was hard. and his neck was a shade of dark pink. It had only been an hour and the symptoms were already showing up.

minho disappeared into the room for what seemed like hours. you peeked into the room, mouth dropping open.

he was a complete wreck.

stroking his length at an inhumane pace. choked out moans leaving him. his eyes were shut and his head thrown back against the chair.

stepping inside, you creeped up on him. he didn't notice. that was until you dropped down on your knees infront of him. hands holding his knees in place.

"go away"b minho hissed out. you ignored him, swatting his hand off his dick.

"what are you doi-...aahhh" you took his entire length into your mouth. moaning at the taste of his precum. his fingers tangled into your hair, thrusting up. you gagged at how deep he went.

"i warned you." he gritted out and then you knew you couldn't back out. not like you even wanted to.

.

"min-" you were cut off by his hand.

"i'm going to fuck you right now"

"right here" vhe announced.

bending you over the kitchen counter. you gasped as he pushed into you in one swift motion. he was still hard and leaking. his cum seeped out of you.

your eyes rolling back, at the feeling of it dripping down the insides of your thighs.

"keep it all inside"

you clenched, trying to not let it run down your thighs. but he was so far deep inside your cunt, you couldn't think.

"fill you up. m' gonna breed you. make you take all of me"

"pathetic."

you couldn't help but cry from the overstimulation.

minho never spoke so much during sex. you were used to silence. it was mostly him groaning.

so hearing him say such filthy things made you submit to him completely. made you more compliant. you let him use you. fuck you. breed you. deepthroat you. anywhere. anytime during the day.

"whats wrong? my pretty dick in your slutty little pussy rendered you speechless?"

his fingers pushed your head down, against the ice cold counter. forcing you to stand on your tippy toes, your legs began to shake.

"gonna eat you ah- mark you u-up and show everyone you're mine. all mine."

minho let out in a breathy voice, nipping at your exposed skin. his teeth digging into you just hard enough to leave bruises.  running his tongue over your sensitive skin, to ease the soreness.

"aahhh-nng" you whined, spit rolling off the side of your mouth and onto the counter. you closed your eyes, focusing on him.

him railing you. his other hand intertwined with yours. his hot breath against your back. his thick muscular thighs caging you in. his high pitched moans. his silent praises as you took him so well.

so eagerly. so sweetly.

you were going to cum again for the fourth time. and minho had cum only once. or more like he couldn't cum any faster until he had tired himself out.

now you had finally understood why the doctor had said that.

maybe this was a good thing. he was the most alive he had ever been.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Favorite Pet

Fuck Me (3)

BDSM preformer!fem!Reader x subby!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Friday has rolled around and you aren't feeling it tonight. Can Wanda help you through it?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, BDSM relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rope play, mention of strap, aftercare is fluff, Domspace drop, role reversal, mention of spanking, mentions of edging

Word count: 2K

A/N: Had a lot happen today so I'm glad that in my down moments I was able to work on this for you guys. I've also been loving this dynamic more than I thought I would. I have a cheeky one-shot planned and also another chapter~

The club was in full swing by the time you got there on Friday strolling in at six. Natasha was none too pleased as she pulled you into her office, pushing you against the wall. A moan escaping your lips as her hand wrapped around your neck like a necklace, making you gasp out.

“You've really been testing my patience these past two weeks and I am sick of it.” Natasha seethed at you, your eyes widening knowing you had pushed too far. 

“I-I'm sorry Tasha!” You pleaded with the older redhead. “Please I can't be in subspace right now.” her eyes narrowed on you. As much as she wanted to bend you over her desk and punish you she needed you to be functional for tonight. 

Her grip loosened on you. Turning away from you as she went back to her desk. “If you have one more slip up you'll be over my desk before you even realize you've fucked up.” Her voice had a bite to it that sent a shiver through you.

“Yes, of course Tasha. I'll be on my best behavior.” You tell her before slipping out of her office and into your own dressing room. 

Wanda was there already in a cute little set she had picked out in your absence. You smiled at her choice as she beamed up at you. 

The two of you had spent a few days apart after your last performance and aftercare session. You loved having her around truly you did, but you weren't ready to have her around 24/7. It had been a long time since you were in a relationship and though you two worked together in the way that you do, you wanted to ease into the rest of the relationship. The non-BDSM parts. 

You made your way over, cupping her cheek as she leaned into your touch. “That's a beautiful outfit you've picked out tonight baby girl. I think I have something to match it.” You coo at her leaving a light kiss on her lips before going through your wardrobe and finding a suitable outfit to match. “You're going to be a good girl for me tonight, right?” You knew she would it was more to help put you in the headspace you needed to be in.

“Yes Mommy!” She replied happily, bounding over to you with her collar in hands, kneeling down in front of you as she held it up towards you. She really was perfect. You couldn't ask for anything better. 

You take the collar from her hands with a smile. You adjust the collar around her neck checking to make sure it wasn't too tight. “There we go, pretty girl.” She looks up at you with a shimmer in her eyes. 

Your first show of the night went off without a hitch, everything went perfectly as you played with Wanda, tying her up with intricate knots of a pretty purple rope. You played and teased marking her up until she begged for release, letting her have it easily since the two of you had two more shows and didn't want to wear her out. Everything had to go well tonight. 

“Who's ready to see my pretty pet shake with need for me?” You ask as you tie Wanda up once more. The crowd cheers for you, tips already flowing in making you smirk. “All of you are so thirsty to see me play with my precious pet. I just know this is what you think about when you go home.” You run your hand down Wanda's front until you're rubbing small circles on her clit. She bucks her hips into you.

“Please Mommy…inside! Please!” You shush her.

“Patience pet we just started.” You pick your hand up, slapping it against her wetness making a beautiful sound. “You love everyone watching you don't you pet?” You ask and she nods, earning her another slap. “Proper answers pet or you aren't cumming until the end of next show.” She panicked a bit, looking up at you. Harsh lines on your face. There was love there she knew there was, but you looked so unforgiving right now.

“Yes Mommy! I love them watching me! I love that they get off to me coming undone at your hand.” You smiled, grabbing her face and kissing roughly, a bruising kiss made even more so as you bit her bottom lip, tugging as you ripped a moan out of her.

“That's a good pet.” Without any more prep you shove two fingers inside of her. She kicks her legs a bit, hips moving on their own. 

“Ah! Mommy!” She cries out, looking up at you, eyes glossy and hazy.

“This is what you wanted isn't it?”

“Yes Mommy!” 

“So be a good girl and take what Mommy gives you.” You add a third finger, stretching her out. You move your other hand to her mouth, sticking three fingers in her mouth as she eagerly sucks. You could feel her getting close. “Go on pet cum for Mommy.” You tell her and she's coming undone beneath you, chanting ‘Mommy’ beneath you. As you fucked her through her orgasm. 

“That's a good girl. Mommy’s good girl.” You cooed giving her kisses as you untied her. “Thank the audience for watching you sweetie.” Wanda on wobbly legs much like a baby deer got up and did a little bow. 

“Thank you for watching Mommy fuck me.” A big smile plastered on her face as tips came flying in and you could hear people calling her cute wishing she was there's. You come up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Come on sweetie. Time for some aftercare.” you whisper in her ear helping her back to your room, bringing her to the bed in there. 

Holding her against you, you let out a sigh feeling yourself dropping. Trying to fight it, you've been fighting it all day. You didn't want to do this today. You'd been doing your best to stay in Domspace, but at the end of the day you're a switch and subspace had been calling your name all day. 

You hadn't realized you were gripping Wanda tighter until she squealed. 

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” She looks up at you, eyes bright once more, studying you to figure out what you needed.

“Fuck, Wands I'm sorry.” You loosen your grip. “I don't know if I can do another show with you tonight.” You admit to her.

“What? Why not?” she sits up, straddling you. 

“I'm…” you bite your bottom lip, looking away from her gaze. She slowly brings you back to meet her green eyes. 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” The love and care in her voice made you want to just fall apart into subspace. You feel tears well up in your eyes, stinging as you try to stop them, pushing your palms into your sockets.

“All I've wanted all day is to be in subspace and I can't do that. I have to be your Dom right now and I'm struggling to stay above water and I'm sorry I can't be what you need right now.” Your voice cracked and struggled to come out as you felt the tears push past your palms, running down your cheeks. A soft sniffle coming from you and a hiccup. 

You felt Wanda's hands gently wrap around your wrists and just as gently pulling them from your face. 

“Look at me sweetie.” It's a command, but in the most loving way you've ever heard. You have no choice, but to comply. The way she's looking at you in such a loving way as she pushes your hands above your head, pushing them into the pillows. Her nails ever so slightly dig into your wrists.

“Do you need Mommy?” Her voice thick like honey with her accent, enough to pull you under. You feel everything get fuzzy around the edges.

“Y-yes…but…” you try to argue, but she quiets you with a kiss.

“shhh baby I've got you. I can handle this. Let Mommy take care of you.” That's it she's got you, she said you'd drown in her if you tried to pull away and this is it right here. You're drowning in her. The roles reversed on you suddenly. 

When was the last time you got to be in subspace? A year? Two? Had it been even longer? Those big thoughts swirling in your head, you thought Wanda wouldn't notice, but she does. 

“You're thinking too hard sweetie. Let go. Babies like you don't need such big thoughts.” A soft moan pushes past your lips. Wanda smiles at the state you're in. Moving your wrists together so they can be held by one of her hands while the other pushes past the waistband of your pants. You hadn't let Wanda touch you so far, but the feeling of her fingers ghosting over your cunt.

“Mmm Mommy please…please!” You folded so easily for her and she gave in easily, pushing past your folds. Two fingers stretching you as you moaned out in pleasure, she filled you so well.

“You make such pretty noises detka. moya malen'kaya devochka. (My little baby girl.)” 

“Fuck, Mommy cumming! C-can I cum?” You looked up at her desperate for release. 

“Go ahead. Cum for Mommy, I want to see you fall apart for me.” You felt your coil snap, back arching and hips bucking to match her speed. You rode her fingers through your orgasm, gasping by the end with how intense it felt. How long has it been? “Fuck you're so beautiful moya lyubov.” You looked up at her, feeling tears in your eyes once more. She let your wrists go. 

She moved back into place, grabbing your phone and handing it to you. “Here baby find some tik toks for us. I'm going to clean you up and get some water. No more tears, okay? Mommy’s got you.” Wanda leaned over kissing your forehead lightly before grabbing the cloth, gently cleaning you, shushing you every twitch from overstimulation until she's cleaned you properly. 

You don't want her to, but she leaves the bed to grab a water as you scroll, curling up onto your side. Wanda came back behind you, taking a few sips of the water before resuming your scrolling as Wanda settled in behind you. Sharing videos you had previously liked and then going to your for you page and scrolling as you came back. You set your phone down, turning to Wanda and tangling yourself into her.

“You were so good for me baby.” You mumbled against her finally feeling better now that you got to drop. She moved to run her fingers through your hair.

“Feel better?” She asks leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Much. Have you ever…?” You let the question die on your lips as you look up at her. 

“No. I just followed what you've done. I don't know how fit I am to be a Dom for you, but we can always explore it when we aren't in a time crunch.” She teases, making you laugh.

“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned, leaning up to pepper kisses all over her face.

“I think I'm the lucky one. If I hadn't taken this job…if I hadn't gotten paired with you? I would have gone on thinking those walking red flags were actual Doms. None of them come anywhere close to you Y/N.” Her green eyes bore into you with a love that you felt you could never truly appreciate no matter how hard you tried. 

“I think I'll be able to do our last show. I wanna see your make up ruined from taking my strap down that pretty throat and then I'm going to fuck you until you're dumb and screaming for Mommy to stop.” You gripped her face, feeling her breath hitch at your words. Her eyes flicking to your lips. 

“M-Mommy…” she was squirming beneath you, “not fair!” She whined.

“What's not fair baby?” You ask with faux concern. You even tilted your head slightly for dramatic effect.

“How easily you can switch! Not fair!” You can't help, but laugh as she pouts.

“Mommy’s done this a long time, switching wasn't always so easy for me. Once the sub in me is satisfied the Dom runs free.” You say against her lips, pulling her in for a bruising kiss. 

You couldn't wait to ruin your pet. Your favorite pet.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bit Slow

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - Okay, that bit where Jun tells Po not to “get carried away” did you notice Jun's particle use? He went informal/intimate with an elder AND he also went slightly queer coded - illustrating he knows Po is gay. Interesting, slightly rude, and confrontational choice. I like Jun less because of it.

Frankly speaking, I'd rather a rap battle than sing-off but I still fast forwarded the rap (I muted the singing). Not sorry.

The bit where the 2 of them are talking for hours was the most realistic portrayal of a budding romantic relationship I’ve ever seen in a BL. Virginia Woolf was an interesting choice.

Your Sky AKA How to Train Your Seme (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - Fah is so sweet. He’s terrible at talking but he’s always trying to communicate with Rak anyway. I love that for them, and us. Rak's confession to his friends scene was so adorable. I love this friendship group a lot. Thomas’s English is v good, also I kinda love his parents. Still the mains were apart for most of this ep so it fell in the standings.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - Oh my goodness aren’t these 2 pretty? What a fun little show. I am enjoying it so far. I really like that Sangmin is actually bilingual. Or at least has the appearance of being so. This feels a lot stronger to start than any of the other co-country BLs I've seen.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 14 of 16 - They cute. I remain a little concerned that North is so easygoing that he got railed into this relationship (literally and figuratively). His body language indicates he’s not super into Johan, so with these 2 I’m often thinking about peer pressure.

North didn’t keep that gear for very long, did he? I would’ve loved it if the twist was just that North was secretly a genius. He aced all of his tests, and was lazy because he wasn’t being challenged.

Gamer side couple are bothering me, now that there’s catfishing involved. 

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - Why am I now thinking of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and the child catcher with these bad guys?

Again I found myself largely bored. I’m beginning to think this show could’ve been cut down by at least 2 eps.

For linguistic cuteness, did you notice Sun & Junior use rao/ter? SO ADORABLE!

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 10 of 24 - I like Santa and Perth’s chemistry more than I thought I would. The brothers' bickering and tension is interesting, are they all adopted or meant to be actual bothers? Meanwhile, cohabitation trope is a go.

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - no episode this week because of New Year’s.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 12 of 13 - "Happiness came so fast I couldn't think about how long it would last" could be the statement for every penultimate BL episode ever. This main couple is just so gorgeously wonderful and precious and lovely. What a way to execute the Adams apple fetish.

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - Just so painful. "You've always been alone." These characters are so casually cruel to each other. And, of course, the running of the gays! 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 4 of 12 - I am growing to love that little push-up of the glasses that he does. Sex herb trope continues to be v amusing. Nice to see Ever 9 again! We got backstory for our poor little damaged rich boy, very soap opera. I am more interested in Ever 4's backstory tbh. Uh oh the glasses came off.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 14 of ? - Well at least something happened and things finally came to a head (or "a body" as the case may be). Will we continue with any kind of progression next week? I hope so.

It's airing but......

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai ???) - has been picked up to air on WeTV, or something? Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, initially un-subbed, then subs happened by which time I got distracted. It is very pulp but intriguing. For now it's to the wayside until someone tells me it landed safely. Occasionally Thai pulps want to be edgy and it's not a good look on them. But sometimes they do good.

In Case You Missed it

End of year wraps are here!

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Strange is doing a pretty interesting deep dive into Omegaverse et al. I particularly enjoyed this week's installment: Why Do Women Write So Much Gay Fanfiction?

I rarely (if ever) report on the gossip, BTS relationships, or sasang behavior of the fandoms but here is a 2024 retrospective from someone else if you want all the gossip and drama (YouTube). Or are afraid you missed something important.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2 ending, 2 starting.

January Drops

1/5 The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) 10 eps trailer - MAME warning. Multiverse slip through time kinda thing. Mame + high concept, we in for a bumpy ride. I should trash watch and live blog but I don't think I have the energy.

1/6 Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) 12 eps - WHY MUST THIS BE?!!

1/9 When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Convoluted story about a man in a relationship who is sexually unfulfilled and his friend who is in love with him, who accidentally become secret confidants.

1/15 Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds ????) 9 eps - Same team as DNA Says Love You, so I have high hopes.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Yeah I got nothing for ya. It'd just be all ThamePo.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[cherryxbooo]

Lewis fic. Its his birthday y/n and him have an age gap. Not a crazy one but she teases him about his age.

My old man

Summary: It's Lewis's birthday, and you never fail to make him feel old on his special day.

Note: First of all, I want to thank all of you for showing your love for my first-ever story on here. It means a lot!!! Also, I'm trying my best to write new stories based on your requests, but I'm currently in my exam period, so things might go slower. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this short fic!

Reader x Lewis Hamilton

Mention of age gap (10 years)

Genre: fluff

It's currently 4 o'clock in the morning and Lewis is sound asleep next to me in bed. Why am I up so early already? Well it's my favourite human's birthday today and I want to make this day special for him. Knowing that Lewis always wakes up at around 6 o'clock for his early morning workouts made me get up early to decorate the house and get his favourites for his birthday.

I bought all the decorations last night and did a pretty good job at hiding it from Lewis. Starting by blowing up all the balloons and hanging them around the place followed by the rest of the decoration. If there is one thing that Lewis doesn't like, it's seeing his age on display. So that's exaclty what I did. I bought the numbers 39 in a big form and hung them on the most noticable place in the house to tease him even more.

After I was done with decorating the place I went out and went to the store to buy the last few things that were needed, thank God 24/7 hour stores are a thing otherwise I would've been fucked. While strolling along the aisles I can't help but find the perfect gift for Lewis. It was a dog shirt with the words 'Grandpa's favourite boy' displayed on it, promising myself to get Roscoe to wear it later. After getting the last things I went back home knowing that it was almost time for Lewis to wake up.

Putting everything on the counter i start to prepare his birthday breakfast with all his favourites in it. I still had plenty of time since I already wrapped his gifts yesterday, so in the meantime while I was making his breakfast I quickly took the dog shirt out for Roscoe to wear. He looked so adorable but I couldn't help but laugh at the shirt. I don't think Lewis would even be surprised since I've been teasing him about his age non stop.

While putting the last things on the table I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist. "Babe you went all out this year"

Lewis exclaimed. "Well it's my favourite old man's birthday I had to make it special." I added. Lewis groans "Love are you seriously still making fun of me?" I gasped but it was quickly followed by my laugh. "I would never!"

"I just wanted to celebrate you getting closer to the forties" Lewis groans again. "Babe seriously stop that I'm still in my thirties and that's what matters and also you're just 10 years younger then me your time will come as well"

"Jeez Lewis you're making it sound as if I'm about to die or something but for now I'm happily enjoying my twenties" I say pecking his lips and leading him to the breakfast table.

"Babe there was no need to put those numbers up there" Lewis exclaimes. "Well you're an old man now I had to remind you before you forget" I say with a laugh.

Lewis groans even more. "You're never letting it go are you?" "Ofcourse not old man!". "But babe on a serious note you didn't have to do all this" He said coming over to me and kissing me passionately. "But i wanted to since you deserve the world Lew" I tell him with a peck to his lips.

"Thanks beautifull I love you!" He adds "And I love you too My old man. Soon the kiss turned into a makeout session when Lewis breaks the kiss and adds "Well after all this I would love for this birthday gift to be taken to the bedroom"

Smirking I jump on to him with both my legs secured around his waist. But before we could go any further Roscoe pops up and starts barking for our attention. Lewis puts me down and both of our attention is on Roscoe.

"Hey old guy, did you want to wish your dad a happy birthday as well?" Lewis says while scratching behind Roscoe's ears. But then Lewis freezes noticing the shirt I put on Roscoe earlier. He turns to me, but I was already out of sight, running for my life.

"Y/N ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?"

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yourusername Happy birthday to my old man! You light up my world with your love and laughter, and I'm so lucky to have you by my side. Today, we celebrate not only the day you were born but also all the achievements you created in your life. You bring so much joy and happiness into my life, and I can't wait to create more amazing memories together! Thank you for being the most loving and caring person in my life. Happy birthday my love! 🤍🎈🎉

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lewishamilton Thank you my love! I love you so much 💕 Also I will ignore any old man related comments.

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georgerussell63 Happy birthday old man!

lewishamiltonlover3 Happy birthday bae!

roscoeloveslewlew Y/n will never let him live 😂

landonorris Yeah @yourusername show the old man some respect!

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lewisamgfan Lando and George being bullies is so them core 🤣

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 4/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, sorta prostitution, kinda dirty, violence

Word Count: 1834

A/N: This is part 4 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

After another agonizing silence, you turned on the radio. But even Bob Seger couldn't lift the mood with his night moves. You groaned in despair and let your head fall against the window. Soldier Boy watched you out of the corner of his eye for a while before he patted your thigh and got over himself. “C´mon (y/n)! Don't be a grumpy little bitch", he tried his best to sound relaxed and cool but you just turned to him with your eyebrows raised. "Are you kidding? You broke my damn wrist!”. Your voice was filled with amazement and anger.

“Uh-uh! A bit more than sprained. Not quiet broken. There’s a difference”, he raised his index finger for emphasis, moving his gaze back and forth between you and the street.

“Ben!-”. “I fucking apologized, didn’t I?! It was… not intentional and certainly not planned… Who would have thought that you-". This time you interrupted him. “That I what? That I don't suddenly take off my panties for you? Ben! I thought we were friends?”. Your voice cracked slightly towards the end.

“I don’t have any friends,” was all he replied.

“Well, thanks for the clarification!”, you bit back. “How the fuck am I now the bad guy again?! I apologized! I'm trying to do the fucking right thing here and you're making it fucking hard for me not to kick you out the damn Car!". Ben was really trying to understand you, but he was new to this. It was new to him, not being adored and worshipped.

“Are you really listening to yourself, Ben? I'm probably the only person on this damn planet who cares about you. And you…why did you have to ruin that?”. This time even he could hear the disappointment in your voice. Still, he didn't know how to make amends for what he had done. “(y/n) I-”. Ben rubbed his beard and looked at you discouraged. “Why did you think I would… let you sleep with me?", you looked at him and felt the heat rising to your cheeks. "Shit, you can barely say it without blushing". Despite the depressed mood, Ben couldn't help but chuckle a little about that fact.

Another silence followed.

“You’re fucking hot (y/n), okay? And I'm horny. Since Russia it feels like I`m horny 24/7. And you doll can’t deny that it would be handy for you to let off some steam too”.

Ben’s eyes found yours. He wasn't lying, but you knew he was hiding something from you.

No matter how long your dry spell had lasted and no matter what Ben would say or do, you could never confess to him that you had been attracted to him from day one. Those words would never pass your lips. Towards no one. Ben was pretty “nice” to you, well at least by his standards. And even though you got along pretty well, it could never be anything more than friendship. Soldier Boy just wasn't a good person. He was incapable of showing emotion, let alone loving anyone but himself. So why should you get involved with him? And even though you had dreamed countless times about him giving you pleasure, fucking you stupid and giving you orgasms like no one else could, you had your principles. No sex without feelings.

“Flattering, but no”, you said, trying to be gentle.

"Why not? A shitload of women would fucking pay for that, do you realize that?”, he replied, stunned. “Okay, listen", you turned to him in the passenger seat and fixed him with your gaze. “Why do you want to sleep with me so badly? Why me? If there are so many women who would do anything to have you fuck ´em unconscious, why clinging to me? Tell me what makes me different? and… well, if I like the reason, maybe I'll think about it". You obviously upset Ben with your words. You could see all the wheels in his brain turning and even after a few minutes he didn't have an answer to your question.

"I thought so. We’re here”, you sighed, getting out of the car. “Give me 5 minutes head start”, you added before slamming the car door and walking with fast steps across the large parking lot. “Day drinking and prostitution, here I come,” you grumble to yourself.

What Butcher had told you, went absolutely against your morals, but you had felt beyond useless for the last few weeks, which was why you finally wanted to prove to yourself that you were useful for more than just tracking down Supes. Although you couldn't imagine anyone more disgusting to set an example than the Deep.

When you entered the bar, the first thing that hit you, was the smell of marijuana and cheap perfume. Even though it appeared to be an upscale local, the owners didn't seem to have much to offer their employees. You looked around and saw half naked girls dancing on poles, fat old men on the sofas in front of them with drool running down the corners of their mouths and in the middle of it all, the Deep. “You got this”, you motivated yourself before taking off your coat, placing it over a bar stool and smoothing down your too-tight and short dress. With a smooth movement of your hand, you threw back your laboriously curled hair and walked past your target's lounge with confident and elegant steps. “Three, two, one-”, you whispered as you felt a hand on your forearm.

“Hey beautiful, where are you going with those beautiful legs of yours?". Oh, how you wished you could have rolled your eyes. Instead, you spun on your heels to find the Deep leaning back into the sofa, letting go of your arm. “Don’t you want to join me?”, he grinned at you. Unfortunately, putting on a show and playing ´hard to get´ didn’t work for him because his brain cells weren’t up to it. “Oh shit, you’re the Deep, aren’t you?”, you feign surprise, holding a hand over your bright red lips. “That’s exactly what it looks like, baby. Come here, come to me”, he didn't pat the sofa, but rather his lap.

After a few minutes of small talk you could finally see Ben from a distance, but he first looked at all the dancing ladies. You tried several times to get his attention but to no avail. He was only a few steps into the bar and two girls were already grinding on him. And Ben being Ben, he wasted no time and starting with cupping their asses. One of the two pushed him onto a bar stool while the other started giving him a lap dance, wearing nothing but a lace thong.

“So baby, don’t you want to show me a little bit of yourself?”. Kevin’s right hand stroked your thigh under your dress while you lay in his left arm. He pushed you further into the sofa, his hand squeezing your ass and making you gasp. In order not to completely give up control, you pushed against his chest with all your strength and quickly slipped onto his lap. With your legs on either side of his thighs, your dress rode up. Anyone walking behind you would have been able to see your bare butt if Kevin hadn't immediately covered it up with both hands. "Hmm… You want to be in charge, don't you?". You could already feel his erection against your thigh, which only disgusted you more. “How about we dance first?”, you grinned at him, hoping to buy some time. “No, no, no, but you can sure dance for me, baby”, the Deep replied with a big ass smirk. You took Kevin's glass and drank it in one gulp before slipping off his lap and taking a few steps back. Your heart began to beat like crazy, but you gathered all your courage, ignored the lustful looks from the other guests and Kevin and started moving your hips slowly to the beat of the music.

That was also the moment when Ben finally noticed you. He sipped his whiskey, licked his lips, and watched you from his spot at the bar. He ignored the two women who were still dancing for him. His attention was solely on you. "Uhh, someone's getting really hard", the blonde moaned in his ear while her colleague stroked up and down Ben's upper arm. While your eyes were on Kevin, Ben was looking at his crotch. “Shit”, he growled, pushing both women away with a jerk.

Meanwhile, Kevin didn't hesitate anymore, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap with a strong tug before grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours, which was absolutely not the plan. You should only distract the Deep long enough for Ben to put something in his drink at the bar.

When Ben saw the Deep stick his tongue down your throat, anger overwhelmed him. Within seconds, he ripped you away, pushed you onto the sofa and grabbed the Deep by the collar of his supe suit. Kevin didn't know what was going on and could hardly say a word. “Ben! What are you doing?", you shouted at him as all the other customers stormed out of the bar one by one. “This son of a bitch is fucking disgusting. A worthless piece of shit. I should rip his head off here and now”, Ben hissed.

“Ben, stick to the damn plan”, you admonished him, slowly lifting yourself up. Ben's eyes darkened with anger.

“You better listen to your little friend”, Kevin gasped, trying to save his own dear life.

"You'd better keep your damn mouth shut, fuckface". Ben let go for a split second before sticking his large hand through Kevin's supe suit into his gills, lifting him up and shushing him.

“Ben! we can't kill him! Ben… Please.” While the Deep was panting in pain, Ben finally looked at you.

"You're going to let that fucker rub his cock on you, but make a fucking scene when I kiss you?!".

In the middle of his sentence, Ben's mood changed from angry to stunned to angry again.

Very angry.

Ben's suit-covered chest began to glow and his hand relaxed, which Deep used to escape. “Shit, shit, shit!”, you gasped. “Ben, stop!”, you tried to calm him down, but to no avail. Knowing that you had absolutely no chance of getting out of here alive if you stayed, you ran towards the exit as fast as you could. You ran for your life. Seconds later you heard a loud bang and everything around you went dark.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 5

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Taglist: @deangirl96, @thatgirljayy

[gaytommykinard]

(this...got long. there's a lot of backstory and two OCs. bear with me)

ok i was brainstorming in the gc about this bucktommy different first meeting au thats canon divergence from s2 which would begin with buck as a single dad to a 4 year old

because one day he wakes up and social services is at his (abby's) door like surprise! you have a child! or at least that's what it feels like because buck never knew about the kid's existence because the kid's mom did not deem it worthy to let him know. it's not like she couldn't track him down, they were facebook friends. but she still kept this from him? which would cause him so much turmoil, like, that she didn't want her kid to know buck is her dad? local area man loses last shred of self esteem he already had a strenuous grasp on.

but now she's dead, so he can't even talk to her about it, and yeah, there's a 4 year old girl in his house who is missing her mom and not liking this new stranger at all. buck is trying so fucking hard to not break down in front of her but he comes close several times. like, is he ready to be a dad? hell no! he's not now (27) any more than he was when she was born (23) but the point is he IS a dad and he's trying so hard to be a good one. (listen, if you know more about the system and you think this is all wrong: i am sorry. this is a romcom and/or romdrama genre type of story. okay? cool!)

so this woman, someone he knew briefly, and they didn't exactly date, but it wasn't exactly a one-night-stand either, but this woman put him on the birth certificate because she was planning to tell the kid when she was old enough and let her decide if she wants to meet him. she wasn't planning on having kids this soon (28), but it happened, and she decided to keep it, she had a decent job and her own place and an adorable, grumpy old cat who stuck himself to her 24/7 when she was pregnant. her parents were well off and yes, of course they were disappointed, because they wanted better for her, but they got over it quickly. and she really liked evan, but he was three states over by the time she found out, and it seemed like a headache to try to coparent with the fuck buddy you hardly got to know for the month and a half you were together, anyway.

the tragedy is that buck will never really know that. this is very much a putting him in a jar and shaking it around scenario. the point is... buck is struggling. a lot.

and then he meets tommy one night. a rare night out (it's taken him a while to get everything sorted, get his daughter registered in a preschool, find a reliable babysitter (who knew childcare is so fucking hard to arrange when you're estranged from your family and your friends are either the people who work alongside you or your ex-(frat house)-roommates?) but he's getting a handle on things) and chimney invites him out one night because he's going stir-crazy at home recuperating from the near fatal stabbing and buck owes him for all the babysitting favours (there were like. 3 instances, if that. and chimney volunteered because he's actually good with kids, which totally surprises buck but he trusts chimney. and he trusts hen a little more)

anyway. he shows up at the bar and there's chimney and a total stranger. a very handsome stranger. a very funny, charming, handsome stranger.

and tommy. ten minutes into the conversation (work calls, chimney wanted to know, he has terrible fomo), chimes in with, "wait, you're the probie!" because he'd heard a thing or two from chimney, they kept in touch after he transferred, no one, not even canon, can take away my chimneytommy bestfriendsim from me, okay? like chimney would text tommy "can't believe you abandoned us. the probie just stole the ladder truck to get laid" so tommy does not expect this guy to be that guy from chimney's stories.

and yeah. buck had barely finished his probationary year before he got custody of his daughter. and it's been maybe half a year of trying to parent a grief-stricken 4-year-old with more energy than she knows what to do with (once she warms up to buck, she comes out of her shell, and quite literally wreaks havoc in the new house, which isn't in the best state to begin with anyway). and he's so tired. there's like permanent bags under his eyes and a preschool-slash-childcare calendar floating around in his brain 24/7. he maxes out at two beers and then switches to a glass of wine tommy recommends and nurses it for the rest of the night.

because the two of them stay and keep talking long after chimney heads home. tommy listens as buck rambles on about remy. offers to bring her around harbor and he'll give them both a tour. and buck lights up at that. he's totally enchanted by tommy (and he can't really figure out why just yet)

tommy gets a text from chimney the next day asking if he got lucky. and oh my god he fucking wishes he had gotten lucky. he was so tempted to ask if buck wanted to come over. have another drink with him at home. (if buck was into it, then yes, he'd be totally down to fuck. if he got awkward, tommy would have clarified that it was merely a friendly invitation. it's schrodinger's preposition). but he chickened out at the last minute, because yes, he's out now, but still not as confident as he'd like to be, not brave enough to ask out another firefighter, and definitely not a friend of a friend.

but buck calls him about that tour and tommy is more than happy to show them around. he talks to remy like she's his equal, and she warms up to him right around the end of the tour, finds her voice and asks tommy how high can he fly and tells him she can fly higher than that. tommy finds that adorable. (enough to buy her an RC helicopter for christmas. he "was at the shop buying stuff for the toy drive anyway, evan, it's not a big deal! you're the one who said she asked santa for a helicopter!")

it is absolutely a big deal. buck is like. a puddle on the floor. god help him. and yes at some point it occurred to him that he likes tommy. like-likes him. so buck invites him over on christmas eve eve when they're both off and accidentally-on-purpose catches him under the mistletoe and kisses him.

evan buckley started the year as a straight, single man and a probationary firefighter. and he's finishing it a bisexual dad to his 4 year old daughter, and a "we'll see how it goes but yeah i'll be your date for new years eve" man by his side. and i think that's hilarious.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hello Aubrie! Goood, I love your writing so much, and I couldn't wait to send in another request!

Could I ask for Eyeless Jack and his s/o going on a date day? How it would look like and all that? (can be sfw/nsfw)

I decided to keep it just SFW this time as I was just in a fluffy vontent mood today, but you can feel free to request date night specific spicy stuff with EJ next time if you'd like :) I hope you enjoy, I'm extra tired today so my writing may be different but I had a need for EJ fluff

Your date day actually ends up being a date night with this one, as your boyfriend is nocturnal, however, he gets up a bit earlier than normal if the two of you want to spend a "day" together. Normally waking at about 6:00 pm, Jack will get up around 4:00 on a day the two of you wish to spend together. He'll spend a little while waking up, curled up in bed with you, discussing things you want to do, getting ready to go out with you, just waiting for the sun to go down more so Jack can handle being around the light (as he can't handle visibly bright light very well, hence the nocturnal part :p).

He'll make sure you get something yummy to eat for dinner, and that's usually your first spot on your date nights. The Underworld is full of restaurants that operate 24/7, so he'll take you out to eat at whichever place you'd prefer to go to, and you'll both sit and talk for a while over food. Even with the nocturnal citizens out and about, the Underworld is a lot more quiet at night, so Jack enjoys walking through it with you, enjoying the peace of it. The two of you might window shop a bit, going into any stores that catch your eye. I think if it's warm enough you two have a tradition of getting ice cream together, because there are places that serve a mix of demon and human appropriate flavors, so you can get whichever flavor you'd prefer, and EJ can get his go-to blood ice cream so he can enjoy it as well. Following that, Jack always loves taking you for another walk, this time through the forests of the Underworld. The air is nice and fresh, and the creatures running about are usually attracted to Jack, so he always gets excited by the chance to tell you what the different animals are, and because they trust him so much you can even pet them while they sit contentedly beside him.

It's not until either the sun starts coming back up or you start to get too tired that the two of you finally begin to make your way back to the mansion together. Once you get back, Jack normally prefers to enter relaxation mode with you again. You'll take a relaxing shower together, and then put on some perfectly fluffy, soft pajamas (Jack is a connoisseur of comfortable fabrics), and curl up in bed once more. Some nights you guys might put on a show in the background, or some music, or anything you're in the mood to watch and just sit, and cuddle to the background noise. However, there are also nights like tonight, when you snuggle up and read together. It always starts with both of you reading your own preferred books in silence, but then usually one of you grows more tired faster than the other (usually you, as it's generally 5:00 am by this point), and the other person will read their own book aloud for both of you. Days like these generally end with you fast asleep in Jack's arms due to your need for sleep overcoming you, and Jack will always chuckle and set his book aside, before pulling you into his chest, and finally falling asleep himself. You usually always wake before him, unless you sleep the whole day away (sometimes Jack also just refuses to let you out of his arms on purpose but shhhh it's fine, it doesn't matter), but post date day snuggles are also mandatory in this relationship, so really, date days are like two days in one because you've gotta recoup your energy from staying up so late. Even if the two of you just spend a date day curled up inside playing board games or reading, or even just silently snuggling up, Jack doesn't mind, so long as he gets to spend as much time with you as possible, anything is fine in his opinion. He's just thankful to have you there with him.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

This will be more of a personal post sprinkled with some thoughts on AYS?!, so for those interested strictly in shipping content, you can skip this.

I couldn't help myself yesterday to wait until my work schedule was done. So I watched the first two episodes during lunch break and work, while using the keyboard from time to time to not appear offline.

And then a second time in the evening, without as many interruptions. I even texted my sister to remind her that the episodes have been released (she has JK's songs on her playlists and that's where it stops). My tone was very casual, as if I just remembered it was already up. As if I haven't actually been thinking and obsessing about that show for a year now. But that's because I can't let this online, fandom "life" seep through my other, "real" one. I've always struggled with my feelings of shame over being part of such spaces. Which is why I avoided them completely. Up until four years ago. I'm still dealing with it. I don't want to tell people that I have an interest in a kpop ship and that it's been ongoing for a few years now. It feels to foreign to the image I allow others to have of me and this kpop stuff is childish to say the least. I've fallen victim to the talking points I've argued against intellectually. But life doesn't work that way. My rational brain doesn't get along with my feelings.

So I keep my thoughts about shipping, fandoms, jikook here. And I share them with friends and people that have a connection to it. It's why I have a blog. So I can post a photo of jikook holding hands at the beginning of their journey and at least 10 people will understand it cause they like the same thing. I'm not a loser on my own here so the thought feels comforting.

I didn't have specific expectations about AYS?!, but I felt happy watching it. It was different, but a good different. Having the opporrtunity to witness them from morning till evening without any interruptions painted an interesting picture and it's the first time to see some parts of their dynamic.

They bicker, they flirt, they get lovingly annoyed, they get bored, they get silent, they get touchy. It feels more real than any 2-min clip from a Memories DVD could possibly show us. I don't want picture perfect jikook because it doesn't exist. Being in stan spaces, all I see everyday is worship, a mentality that is then transfered to the people surrounding the idol. But I don't want JK to worship Jimin 24/7 or vice versa. That's not a real relationship of any kind. I want to see them treat each other like they're just people. Which is what they did. Too bad that some have interpreted that as negative when in fact all we got were clear signs of actual closeness. And nothing beats it like Jungkook's attitude towards Jimin being sick. Shippers/supporters have clips and endless arguments on hand to explain the closeness between jikook, but honestly? That first evening in the cabin when JM was in the bathroom and subsequently the next morning should be the sole argument from now on. It can't be more obvious if it hit us in the head.

It's not about needing confirmation at every step of them being a couple. At least I don't need that. In the long run, it wouldn't even matter if they're not. What's noticeable is that they appear to be one and that doesn't come out of thin air.

Is my mood volatile these days? Yes. Actually these past few months. Do I need this show as one of those feel good series? Definitely, because there's nothing else out there to catch my attention in terms of tv content. I don't want to pick apart and poke holes and question every single line to make myself feel miserable. Everything else is too bad and I am too lame so I rely on this show for a short, temporary thing that improves my mood. I don't care about other things, doubts or worries. I really really just want to enjoy jikook doing whatever they want. I don't have high standards.

[igotanidea]

All I want (for Christmas): Jason Todd x reader

Christmas bingo day 22: movies

She hated Christmas movies.

Yes, I know what you're probably thinking right now, but come on. Even the Romans used to say : de gustibus non est disputandum.

So let the girl live a little.

It's Christmas time after all.

We all could use a little niceness.

And while on the topic.

When whole world seemed to be consumed by the last preparations, buying emergency gifts and standing in grocery stores to acquire the suddenly missing product, Jason and y/n were cuddling on the couch debating what to watch and browsing Netflix hoping for something that would satisfy the tastes of them both.

They subconsciously refused to take part in all that rush and crossing things from the "to-do" list. It was exhausting to just do something because "everyone does that" and because "it's tradition". As if the Christmas didn't come because the windows weren't cleaned or the furniture weren't dusted.

Maybe it was cliché but for those two holiday meant spending time together and truly being close. From the beginning, not only after all the tasks were completed.

"Hey Jace?" She hummed softly

"Hm?" He muttered back, not moving his head from her lap but welcoming the feeling of her fingers running through his hair, nuzzling into his girlfriend a bit more.

"You know I love you right?"

In any other circumstances he would probably swoon at those words and his heart would just swell. Which obviously happened now as well, but Jason knew better than to fall for her tactics.

"Are you trying to sweet talk me so I can let you pick the movie princess?"

"What? No!" She scoffed "who do you take me for Todd?"

"A vixen" he smirked sitting up and suddenly pecking her lips enjoying the cute surprised expression on her face. Jason was rarely this affectionate so her reaction was obvious.

"Hey! Tease!"

"Oh am I now?" He smirked grabbing the pilot from her and keeping it out of her reach taking a peek of what she was going to choose. "Please don't tell me you wanted to put me to such torture..."

"Torture, huh. Torture my ass. This is a history based story about-"

"Queen Charlotte."

"Yes queen Charlotte. But it's not a romance movie, it's more like -. Why are you looking at me like that? Jason? Jason why are you--?"

Oh his devilish grin was not for nothing when he just grabbed her, wrapped arms around her and almost pinned her to the couch, settling against her and putting on the show.

She wanted the Bridgerton story so Bridgerton story she'll get. He didn't need much more convincing than that. Besides, it was on his recommendation lists as well.

***

They were at the wedding scene when something hit him and his grip on y/n tightened. Not that she noticed too involved in the plot, her eyes fixes on the screen, sparkling and a little glassy. Jason could only watch her and wonder what thoughts were running through her head.

And he felt safe. Like she was the one, the only one.

One in the million.

One in the widest dreams.

One with the halo.

One he wanted for Christmas (in the next 50 or so years)

Suddenly all the love songs made sense.

"Move in with me" he whispered kissing her shoulder softly.

She almost choked.

She must have misheard something, right? Must have been her imagination, there was no way her- well, yes, boyfriend, but still- would say that. Last time she checked he was still afraid of full commitment and all the stuff that came with 24/7 relationship and living together.

Scared of being seen in the most vulnerable moments and shielding her from that.

This words really couldn't have left his mouth and she was pretty sure she just created them in her own head.

So she ignored it at first focusing all her attention on the movie.

And he didn't like it.

"Y/n"

"Yeah, hm, what is it?"

"Move in with me" he repeated this time a bit louder to avoid any pretending she didn't hear.

"Why?" She whispered too stunned and emotional to answer right away.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" He shifted positions to look at her.

"Me? Jason babe, you don't need to please me at your expense...."

" Is that what you think I'm doing?" He grabbed her face in his hands, eyeing her pleadingly "do you think it's some sort of sacrifice for me?"

"No I -"

"Shut up. Just shut up. It's all your fault. You did it to me "

"Did what?" Her eyes widened at the words, the movie long forgotten. " What did I do?"

"You made me need you." He whined like a hurt animal pulling her on top of him "you made me love you, depend on you..."

"Jace...."

"Don't push me away."

"I'm not pushing you away. I could never -"

"You didn't answer me when I asked you to move in"

"I'm just -" she cut off unsure of how she felt. happy? Surprised? Excited? Nervous? Worried about the future? Longing to have a little nest with him?

"It's okay, just forget I said anything" he muttered looking at the ceiling.

"No, wait, hey please don't be mad..." She stuttered, panicking a little. It was impossible how after all this time they fell victim to miscommunication.

"I'm not mad -"

"Yes!"

"Yes? Yes what?" He lift himself bringing her with him holding her waist and looking into her eyes.

"I want to move in with you. I will move in with you"

"You will?! Really?! Really?!"

"Yes. Yes, really."

If she knew that he would react this emotionally, almost crushing her by pulling close and locking in his embrace she would probably -

Nah...

Scratch that.

There was nothing she would do differently.

So it has been settled.

She was going to be full-time part of his life.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

rating things my classmates said/did after my dad died! (feat. class 1-a)

cw: mentions of death obviously, you're a member of class 1-a, crack, hurt/comfort, reader is religiously ambiguous, implied depression ig, some angst but mostly crack

note: guys i swear it's okay to laugh at this! i did!! some may say it's too soon but humor is how i cope and i missed writing so when this little idea invaded my brain while i was rewatching bhna (it's my comfort show) i couldn't resist

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ochako: “if you believe in heaven i would offer to use my quirk on you so you could float up to heaven and visit your dad but i doubt they'd let you in anyways”

9/10

low key made me giggle

iida overheard and was horrified.

izuku: “i'm so sorry for your loss. if you ever need to talk i’m here. i know it’s not the same at all but my dad wasn’t around while i was growing up so i can kinda understand. not that i’m saying you have to talk to me because of that or that i understand or that we should make a dead/missing dad club oh my god i need to stop talking i’m so sorry i’ll leave you alone now bye please tell me if you need anything!” *scurries away*

11/10

sweet cinnamon roll 🥹

we should fs make a dead/missing dads club

todoroki: “i’m so sorry for your loss. if i could make my father trade places with yours i would do it in a heartbeat. unrelated, i heard you and midoriya are starting a dead/missing dads club. may i join? mine is dead to me.”

8/10

right idea i guess 😭😭

it was going so well during the first sentence too…

ps ofc you can join our club

bakugou: stormed into my room and violently ripped me from my depression burrito and dragged me downstairs to force feed me a warm home cooked meal bc he knew i hadn’t left my bed or eaten in the last 24 hours

6/10

i always knew you cared abt me us blasty 🥹🥰

the food was delicious but plz be more gentle abt it next time king 🙏

mineta: “yo your mom is a total milf.”

numbers don’t go low enough to express my feelings towards this one

like at my father’s funeral?? the AUDACITY

jirou: spent hours searching for a very specific song my dad sang to me when i was little and actually found it bc she found m crying bc i couldn’t find it and i wanted to hear it again

♾️/10

i actually love you so much

you have no idea how much this meant to me ❤️

aoyama: stuffed cheese into my mouth while i was crying in my depression burrito

-3/10

wtf man that was actually more traumatizing

it wasn’t even parmesan or brie

tokoyami: went on a long spiel about how we are all destined for the Great Darkness then abruptly ended by saying he was sorry for my father’s early departure and disappearing back into his room

7/10

i think you were trying to make me feel better so i appreciate the effort. i am a little confused tho

kiri: ask me if i wanted a hug. when i started crying he started tearing up too then gave me one of the best bear hugs i’ve ever gotten

20/10

super manly dude. i really needed it at the moment and appreciated it ❤️

gonna end this here. i had a few more but i felt like these were the best ones. not tagging anyone since this is like a personal self comfort one lol

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO LAUGH OR TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. TRUST IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

[fuutaprotectionsquad]

Am I the only one who doesn't think Shidou's gonna snap at Amane? Like ive seen so many people taking his "it's my job as an adult to teach you that throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to make everything go your way" line as indication that he's going to hurt her in some way and like?? What, is he not allowed to be annoyed that she's literally threatening him? That doesn't mean he's gonna beat her up. He literally follows this by saying "If it’s a test of endurance you want, I’m happy to oblige." Aka "I'll continue as I have been." I don't think he's going to do anything to her. In fact, it'd be more in character if he let her kill him. Which, with the way he's making sure theres someone else to handle Mahiru + the kids if he's not there (Yuno / Kazui), it's totally possible he's preparing to die or be gravely injured by her.

I've seen a few people dismiss Amane's threats towards him because "if he can't defend himself against a child, thats on him" and I- Firstly, the victim blaming mentality on that one is baffling. Secondly, has Milgram taught you nothing about underestimating children?? And finally, Shidou still sees Amane as a kid, he's not gonna fight back. Do you know how hard a fight is when you're trying not to hurt the other person, who has a weapon and also will not hold back like you are? I'd imagine it's pretty difficult.

The Shidou hate has gotten so unreal its almost funny. Like the people saying he doesn't actually care about / value the opinions of children. As though he doesn't go out of his way to ask Muu how Haruka (a child) is doing because he's worried about him. As though he doesn't have two timeline conversations about how he believes children are hope for the future. As though he doesn't admit to being upset that Amane doesn't like him, and then proceed to get sentimental on her birthday. Not to mention that he says he specifically wants a child like Es to tell him he's guilty, instead of the law.

And people saying he doesn't care about Mahiru / is being forced to help her. Meanwhile he's literally risking his life to do so, and has no reason to listen to anyone telling him to if he didn't genuinely want to. Someone said something about his smoke break with Kazui showing that he didn't value Mahiru's health because he was... taking a break?? And that if she was in such dire health that he couldn't handle much else in the prison, he shouldn't be taking that break. Even though we've seen that Mahiru doesn't need to be monitored 24/7, and has Yuno to help even if she did. Because news flash, people need to take breaks in order to function? That's the point of the timeline, Kazui telling him to rest and not overwork himself.

I just. take psychic damage every time someone grabs a random Shidou line/action and twists it to make him seems like a selfish asshole. Like by all means, you can hate Shidou, I don't particularly care for him myself. But at least hate him for reasons that are actually canon to his character.

Its likely something will happen with Shidou in T3 that makes him seem more guilty. Thats just how Milgram is, he seems really innocent now so they'll sprinkle in a lil guilty to keep it balanced. But Milgram also doesn't switch up characters out of the blue, every new reveal is led up to. I'll be genuinely surprised and probably kinda annoyed if he ends up hurting Amane or Mahiru purposefully.

[twelfthgnome]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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me again, i didnt think far enough ahead and i didnt expect a reply uh, do whatever you please with the prompt i guess :3 i read the rules after and realised its an x reader only blog so you can have it x reader too if you want i got too silly and let the demons win by asking im sorry LMAO

At first I was writing my own thing but realized it would fit to Anon's ask sooo here you go! Gideon's relationship with Julie is up for reader's interpretation whether he's not dating her, in an open relationship, or maybe even cheating on her if you're into that who am I to tell u?? one important thing tho is that it's NOT supposed to be a non-con fic - they all CONSENT, they wanna fuck each other aight?? Both Matthew and Y/N probably had some sus moments with Gideon previously but now since they're in a relationship there was never any talk of "hey um actually have u ever considered dating Gideon too??" simply cuz the topic never came and not like either of em had the guts to admit they think Gideon is hot this was supposed to be just a hot scenario of all of you three fucking after doing something risky but I took into consideration Gideon's character (also included the part about cameras only because I think it'd be in his style to do so) and how serious the situation would be IRL - HOWEVER, this is fiction, and aside acknowledging the possibility of Gideon blackmailing you, I wouldn't even call it dubcon. If Matthew or the reader refused, I didn't intend to write Gideon who would actually proceed with the blackmailing, it would just be an awkward situation for all of you. Fortunately it isn't! well now that's out of the way enjoy the self indulgence

It's Worth The Risk (NSFW)

You got invited to Gideon's party, you and Matthew get frisky in the middle of it, Gideon catches you, spontaneous threesome happens

characters: Matthew Patel, Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~8,2k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: brief degradation kink mentioned, drunk sex, being walked in on, voyeurism (?), public sex, overstimulation, crack treated seriously?? no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

A few years of working for Gideon brought you many things. Mostly money, but also a lot of time to teach yourself how to be patient, even at the worst moments. Being his assistant, you were by his side almost 24/7, you were pretty sure you knew him better than most people, saw him in his glory days and even when he fell down from grace as Matthew took everything away from him. Seeing Gideon lose all of his possessions was pretty shocking, especially when you got to witness your boss hanging from the rooftop, being overpowered by a man he used to call weak. Even though their combat happened mostly out of your sight, them fighting all over the facility and all, you couldn't deny worries began to flood your head the moment Matthew dared to challenge him. Gideon, used to being the one in charge, didn't even think of a potential loss from his side. He underestimated the odds, and suddenly he was left with nothing in the span of a few minutes.

Even though Gideon was a professional asshole, you didn't know what to expect from Matthew Patel. He probably wouldn't be as much of a menace as Gideon, but still, your boss changing was not something you expected. After just a few days, you noticed how clueless Matthew was as a CEO. He obviously didn't have the experience and it showed with how much money he lost in a single day. Given no choice, he reluctantly had to ask you for some guidance. Seeing him lowering to your level gave you much more confidence, which helped your overall image of him. He wasn't a big, scary boss anymore, but something of an acquaintance. The acquaintance status soon changed to a friend, and then a friend changed to a boyfriend.

Fast forward to today, your life turned out to be pretty great. Instead of being an assistant, having to tolerate Gideon's antics all day, your only duty was to be a stay-at-home-partner for Matthew, who was now a Broadway star. Aside of him having to leave on tours, you were pretty happy.

★ ★ ★

Receiving a letter with both your and Matthew's name on it would not be so shocking if it wasn't from the Gideon himself. He had invited you both on a party, something about all exes gathering together and just having a good time at his headquarters. He already went thru the trouble of getting back all of his empire from Matthew legally, but he had to make a point, throwing a big get-together to show them all of his regained power under the pretext of wanting to catch up. You acknowledged Gideon was a big part of your life, even if nowadays he was just a mere face on countless posters and magazines. It was pretty surprising when he seemingly confirmed to have the same opinion about you, bothering to include you along with Matthew in the invitation. Perhaps he allowed all of the exes to bring a plus one to the event?

Turns out, he didn't.

Arriving at the place in your nicest outfits, neither you nor Matthew noticed anyone else along with the other exes. Perhaps Gideon just had the courtesy to invite his former assistant due to all the years you worked for him, as much as it was out of character for him. You didn't have a reason to complain, even if Gideon wanted to flaunt with all his possessions, who were you to turn down free food and booze?

Although it was a bit awkward at first, the party was a nice change of pace. Happening in the Chaos Theater, it had all the necessities needed for a party. A big, open dancefloor, a barman, loud music and couple of electric faces. You were thankful he didn't go as far as to include a cage dancer into the package, knowing it was a regular occurence from your time as a worker in G-Man's media. Both you and Matthew had to agree - it was a good time. Especially when the alcohol began to properly course through your veins. Seeing Matthew on the dancefloor was probably the highlight of your day, he was in his element, even if other exes had a good laugh about his (more than charming to you) moves.

Exhausted from all the dancing and having too many drinks, you had to remove yourself for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom after giving Matthew a quick heads up about your whereabouts. He nodded, choosing to occupy a free space on the nearby couch as he waited for your return. Seeing the party bustling with life, he was far from being bored of it yet, but the slowly rising buildup in his abdomen was getting really distracting. He should've foreseen this would happen.

Due to Matthew's recent musical hit, your relationship didn't have much time for any intimate moments. Of course, previously, that didn't bother him, the importance of his plays overshadowed any need for sexual release, he simply paid no mind it. Unfortunately, the drinks seemed to bring these nasty thoughts out and he feared his body would soon start to betray him.

He really didn't wanna think about it. The night was going great, he didn't wanna ruin it by being a perv. Subconsciously beginning to tap his foot, his mind raced with every possible thing to distract himself with. Work. Musicals. Anything that would still entertain him while staying as far away from the topic as possible. Unfortunately, nothing worked. All of the thoughts just seemed... annoying. Curse his undignified body for forcing him to go through this embarrassment.

Having enough time to think over his options, he finally deducted - he had to talk to you. Yes, it was embarrassing, but he trusted you. The night was still young, but perhaps he'd be able to convince you to go back home, as rude as it would be to the other guests. He mentally blamed himself for having such a low alcohol tolerance. He really wanted to be focused on the party and everything else going on, but the itch inside persisted with determination. He had to get himself together.

Scanning the crowd, your figure managed to hit his eyes just before you emerged from the corridor leading from the bathroom. He approached quickly, pulling you gently onto the side, hidden from the other guests. What was he even gonna say? He looked at you with something akin to fear, gaining a worried head tilt in response.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, fully taking into consideration the way his brows furrowed with anxiety. It was unlike him.

"Um... actually, yeah." He avoided your piercing gaze, uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck. He balanced his weight on his foot, swinging on one side as he tried to push out his next words. His stare bored onto the wall before him, as if looking for the answer that would magically form in it.

"You know how... we- we didn't really do anything, uh, in bed, recently?" He muttered out at just enough volume for you to hear him.

"...Yeah?" You questioned further, cocking your brow.

"I'm- I-" He stuttered, the words just refused to eloquently be put into a clear sentence, "I would- really wanna go home, and... D-Do something about it. Like right now."

You stare added even less confidence to his already tipped off nerves, feeling as if he was just caught robbing a bank, and the surprised chuckle hitting his ears after was just the cherry on top. He was about to sputter more explanatory rambles until he was cut off by the gentle tone of your voice.

"My plan was to throw myself at you right after we arrived home after the party, so I get what you mean." You smiled, amused at the red that coated his cheeks after his confession. "But the party just started-"

"I- I know!" He exclaimed in annoyance, clenching his fists, embarrassed and under the impression you didn't take his words seriously. "But you just look so pretty tonight, and I don't want the others laughing at me when I can't control what my own body does!" He softened his features after a moment, they were harshened by the scrunch of shame on his face.

Tapping his foot as a way to calm himself down, he continued. "It's embarrassing." He muttered, the sentence feeling wrong on his tongue. "I feel like a damn teenager."

"Okay, okay, calm down," you took his face into your hands, reassuring him. "Let me think."

You couldn't deny, you were in a similar situation, but the urge wasn't as strong as Matthew's. You did your best to occupy yourself and wait for the main event later. But now, your boyfriend coming up to you with such a request pushed your lust up to the surface, and you couldn't ignore the thought of doing something right this moment seemed very appealing. Taking a second to respond, you thought of all the possible solutions in your mind. The party was blooming, catching up with the rest of the exes was fun, especially when their personalities shined more with the alcohol added into the mix. You didn't wanna leave yet, but you also didn't wanna go home, you probably wouldn't have the strength to come back, and it would be hard for you to explain your momentary disappearance.

Pouting your lip, you hummed in thought. You knew what you were gonna say was a stupid idea, but you decided to do it anyway. It was worth to get a second opinion.

"...What if we'd be quick about it?"

Matthew's face contorted into shock right after he heard you. "What?" He had to ask, the reply seemed too outrageous to be serious. "Here??"

The bashfulness soon overtook your face, smiling with just a bit of shyness after being met with such a response. "...Yeah. I- kinda wondered how it'd be like." You felt the need to clarify.

"B- But- Won't the others be wondering where we are??" He struggled to keep his composure, his eyes still conveying the everpresent nervousness, yet now also showing something else. Spark of interest, maybe?

"Not if we hurry up. Then we'll say I was getting you some fresh air after you got sick from the alcohol." You made your plan on the spot, an easy excuse.

"Wait, why would I be sick so soon?" He said before fully processing his question. Your look made him quickly rethink your idea. It's true, if anyone at the party were to be sick at the start of it, it would be Matthew. Sighing, he had to agree with you. "Okay, maybe that would work. B-But where...?"

"Hm... The bathroom seems too risky. Someone could come in." Instinctively, you looked both ways, expecting someone to ruin your perfect plan. Thankfully the corridor was still empty and quiet in contrast to the muffled music coming from the end of it.

"...What if we searched for some private room?" Matthew suggested meekly. "Gideon has some of those, right? I saw them... I never knew why does he need so many rooms when he only uses half of them. It just makes the place look bigger than it actually is." He thought, recalling his brief as a CEO.

"No, he keeps them closed," you disappointingly brought up the fact you remembered from working as Gideon's assistant. "But... He doesn't lock his office."

Matthew tilted his head in disbelief. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I don't really know why, but I've seen him leave it open. He doesn't bother to close them, I always had to do it for him."

"Well- If you think that's a good idea..." He looked around, freshly filled with anticipation. Even though it was a very stupid idea, one that could backfire very easily, you ignored the possible repercussions, mind clouded with adolescent-like excitement of doing something risky.

Taking Matthew's hand, you tried to refresh your memory of a path to Gideon's office. You knew the way pretty well, being forced to go through it everyday back when it was your job to do so. Would it really be so easy? Or would Gideon add to your misfortune by locking the doors on this particular night? Thinking about it, you hardly seen him mingling at the party. He was there for sure, you caught some glimpses of him interacting with other people, but somehow, you and Matthew haven't spoken to him since you entered the building. You really hoped he wouldn't be standing in the doorway, just waiting for you to make the wrong move and enter the room. You decided to blame it on the alcohol paranoia for both of your sake. Even if he did catch you, you could think up some sort of excuse, right? Reaching your hand towards the doorknob, your question was about to be answered.

And... The doors let out a satisfying click. No Gideon in sight upon letting the doors part even more. Sighing with relief, you entered the room. Matthew looked around, familiar with the place. He switched on the lamp laying on Gideon's desk. It provided a dim light, perfect for staying inconspicuous. It shouldn't be as visible from under the doors.

Matthew's sight remained on you, searching for further instructions. He wanted to do everything and nothing at all, the intensity of the situation getting to him. He was nervous, but his mind begged to finally touch you. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you approached closer, started the fun with a kiss, pressing your lips into him with a hurry in your movements. You had to be quick, after all.

Matthew's muffled moan at the sudden speed sounded beautiful, only fueling your need to have him. He got lightly pressed into a wall, your hand brushed over his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly. His hands grabbed your hips, eagerly wanting to feel more of you. No matter where. His touch felt electric, the alcohol only intensified the already steamy moment. Nothing mattered, not even the possibility of being caught, fully covered by the way Matthew's lips felt on yours. It was a thrilling experience, as selfish as it was.

The passionate kisses soon turned into a clumsy dance of tongues, the hesitant yet desperate touches replaced by the need to feel the skin hiding under the fabric of your clothes. The way Matthew squirmed with each brush of your fingers on his bare stomach was intoxicating, even more than the alcohol. It didn't take long for you to feel the noticeable tent poking your leg. Not taking a break from mixing saliva with him, your other hand palmed the neglected spot. He whined, finally feeling a bit of release. He was almost aching, and your hand was just the thing he needed.

Continuously assaulting the place, your lips moved lower, feeling bold enough to take your kisses onto his neck. He shivered, leaning onto the cold wall behind him. His legs felt wobbly and his entire body was on fire. You just knew how to rile him up with almost no effort. Of course, you made sure to not leave any hickeys, or else your story wouldn't be so believable. His nails started to lightly dig into your skin softly, not being able to contain himself when all he perceived was you teasing him. His pelvis moved on it's own, grinding onto your hand with embarrassing need.

Swiftly unbuckling his belt, you reached into his pants. He held back the volume of his sound as he felt you slowly jerk your hand. The stiffness and warmth felt illegal in your grasp, only adding to the fire rising in both of you. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, breathing out almost pornographical, quiet moans into your ear. Alcohol loosened him up to the point even most embarrassing noises travelled across the room. Him turning vocal was a turn on for sure, but you had to remind him of the situation at hand.

"Try to be quieter, love," you whispered, deliberately brushing your thumb over the head.

"Nff," he bit his lip. "Y- You're making it really difficult..."

He took a moment to calm down his panting, huffing out his plea, "...I- I need you so bad."

His words were raw, sincere. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Not being able to hold yourself any longer, you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him onto the chair near the desk.

You got onto his lap, grinding your crotch against his still clothed dick. You just had to get some friction. Matthew grabbed your hips again, panting shallowly as your bodies did the work of granting you pleasure. The spinning chair rocked slightly under your weight, but the thought of it breaking didn't even cross your mind. Hopefully, it wouldn't.

"...H-Hold on, I'll take off my pants." You panted out, feeling your underwear already getting ruined. Well, you'd have to deal with it later. He frantically nodded his head. Getting off of him for a second, you quickly lowered your pants along with your underwear. In the meantime, Matthew made it easier for you by taking himself out of his boxers.

Granted a couple of seconds to take in his environment, he looked around. Was he really gonna do this? Have sex in Gideon's office, while at his party? He once sat in this exact chair, so maybe it wasn't that bad, despite everything? Yeah, no, it was totally out of place. And the worst thing is, he enjoyed this situation. Perhaps it was his ego, poking out from the depths of his drunken mind, as if doing that would show Gideon who's still the boss, or maybe it was the possibility of beight caught, exposed as a pathetic loser who can't keep it in his pants even for a minute. Of course, if only the latter wouldn't destroy his whole reputation. Admitting to himself he had a slight degradation kink sounded much easier while intoxicated.

Getting thrown off from his train of thought by feeling your weight back on him, he let out a soft gasp. All of his previous ruminating being drowned by your body pressing against him, lower half feeling the familiar sensation of your bare skin. Preparing yourself accordingly with a bit of spit, you waited for the moment where you'd finally connect.

With bated breath, Matthew's hands on your hips lowered along with your bottom half. Both of you let out the held back exhales, adjusting to the sudden warmth and pressure. You finally felt him inside. It was wrong, which only added to the intensity of the act. With his mouth parted, Matthew watched as your pelvis moved, slowly at first, gaining speed after some a few humps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. The pleasure was constant, yet not quick enough for you to achieve your climax in a timely manner under the current circumstances. You cursed mentally, placing both of your hands on Matthew's shoulder for support.

"...We probably should have just gone home," you panted out, not fully regretting your decision, yet suddenly too aware of the potential risk.

"You think?" Matthew deadpanned, not able to stop staring at your moving body. He knew it as well, but wasn't willing to break whatever you two had started.

You chuckled weakly. "Not like I dare to stop now, though..." The situation was bizarre, yet somehow very connecting. Like doing a crime together. Which probably was true. You weren't really sure. At least you weren't doing it in a random stranger's bedroom, but it still spoke poorly of your morality. You'd have to make it up to Gideon somehow, even if preferably, he would never hear about it. It would leave a bad taste in your mouth if you didn't. Even more so considering the fact you used to have a crush on this guy.

"...I love you so much-" You rambled, feeling the need to voice your thoughts. In return, you heard a chuckle of his own, the flustered kind.

"I love you too," he responded with a tired smile on his face, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the sensations, all too ready for the orgasm to hit him, yet still being so far in sight. "Your body, your everything- You're just, perfect-"

The praise coming from Matthew's mouth pushed you to envelop your lips on his once more, interlocked in a passionate kiss. At least this way both of your moans would be muffled.

Opening up your eyes to an alarming noise, your stare fell onto the door. With the way you were sitting, you had a clear vision, directly at it. And what you saw almost made you faint.

"Yoohoo~ Am I interrupting something?" With an expression that slowly morphed from disinterest to amusement, Gideon leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in an unimpressed display of dominance. He got you. You were officially fucked.

Caught like a mouse in a trap, you felt the lump forming in your throat, stopping you from making any sound. You lifted your hips, too embarrassed to keep sitting on Matthew. His head whipped back the second he heard the familiar voice, even if the chair was covering most of his view.

"GIDEON?!" He shouted, harshly digging his fingers into you out of shock. He could officially die now. He even went as far as to go back to the time they both fought for the league. He had troubles deciding what would be worse, if he would have lost that time, or the exact circumstances he found himself in right now. He should have seen it coming, and he knew that. Only thing he forgot to do was get prepared for this to happen.

Gideon only snickered in return, closing the doors behind him to not make a commotion out of the current conundrum.

"Fuck, Gideon, I-" Your compromised position, still resting on Matthew, only fueled your desire to vanish. "W-We're so sorry, we shouldn't-"

Seeing the smug smile on his face felt even worse than being outright yelled at. That meant he enjoyed seeing you struggle, and you knew it. But maybe if he wasn't mad, the outcome wouldn't be as punishing as you initially expected.

"I see you both really enjoy the party, huh?" He clicked degradingly with his tongue, getting closer to the chair you occupied. "I really didn't take you'd have that much audacity, yet here we are."

You didn't really know what to do. Should you get up? The way you sat made you somewhat covered, with your bodies bent in a way that would hide at least a bit of the shameful display away from Gideon, mostly thanks to the chair's back.

"We- I'm sorry, we will see ourselves out," you submissively admitted your defeat, not wanting to be put on the spot anymore. You lost. Preparing for the shameful scurry, you tried to get off the chair.

"Hey, hey, why the rush?" He leaned his hand on the top of it, looking you straight in the face as he narrowed his eyes with a grin that fully expressed the power he had over you right now. Matthew flinched. It felt like a life and death situation, even if you had a spark of hope Gideon would take mercy on you and not babble about it to the whole crew. You learned your lesson. "Didn't the fun just start?"

You were flabbergasted. Did you understand him right? Did he know how long you two were here? Did he see you both coming here and decided to just... not do anything?

"...What?" You said, anxious for the other man's response.

The confidence in his chuckle made you feel even smaller than before. "Oh, lovebirds, nothing goes unnoticed by me in here. I own this place."

"B-But how-" You meekly continued, too shocked to stop the words from spilling.

"Cameras, baby." His response was too quick and nonchalant for your liking.

"In here??" You almost shouted back, feeling Matthew tensing underneath you. He let you continue the convo, too stunned to voice his own thoughts.

"There's no need for shouting. Yes, in here." He emphasized the last words. "I keep all the corners of my facilities covered."

Physically, you felt really warm. Not only from the blood rushing to your cheeks, but your whole body felt painfully hot. Like riding a rollercoaster and plummeting down. The time felt like it stopped, dreadfully extending each second. Getting caught by Gideon with no evidence of it happening was bad enough, but having it recorded was crossing the line. You knew Gideon, and it was obvious to you how serious this situation could be. He was an asshole. Getting blackmailed with a sextape was not something you fancied on a stupid Friday night. However, you were strongly prepared for this reality to become true with the next sentence that would fall out of his mouth.

"Y- You can't!" Matthew suddenly spoke up, not as worried for himself as he was for you. He could not let this happen. "Don't you dare show it to anyone! I'm serious!" He threatened, fully aware how little his words would affect Gideon's already established plan.

"Woah, buddy, calm down." He looked down, towering above the sitting Matthew. "I'm not here to blackmail you or anything. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one will be able to see your moment of weakness."

"Y- You're not?" You said with hesitance, not fully trusting Gideon was telling the truth.

"Even though you massively disrespected me with your little mishap here, I'm willing to forgive and forget. Let bygones be bygones, you know? I'm not such a bad guy, after all." He spoke effortlessly, staring at your slowly changing expression as he explained.

"So- You're just gonna let us go and delete the recording, like that?" You dared to ask.

"Just so we're clear. I didn't do anything for this to happen. That's all on you. Clearly, I'm the victim in this situation. So, I think a favor would be fine for me to ask in return, don't you think?" He smirked, knowing how much of your attention clung to the words he was saying.

"What favor?" Matthew asked, staring at Gideon warily from his compromised position. His imagination ran wild with all the things Gideon could force you to do, and it wasn't pretty. Even though all of the exes, specifically Matthew and Gideon, were now friends, he knew how far Gideon could go to humiliate someone that went against him.

"Oh, I don't know, some favor I'll think of in the near future. Whenever I'll need something from either of you." He stopped for dramatics, seeing how the cogs in your brain turned. "Or, we could all do something about it today and move on with our lives. Your choice, really." He shrugged, leaving you the time to process what he just said.

"What? What do you mean, do something today?" You asked, almost too afraid to speculate.

The light reflected in Gideon's glasses, accentuating his growing, cocky grin. "Let me join the fun."

The moment Gideon finally disclosed what was on his mind would probably stay with you until your death. Both you and Matthew had to process what was being said to you. Did Gideon just offer to have a damn threesome?

"Tick-tock, sweethearts, I still plan to get back to the party." He obnoxiously looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist.

Matthew's lips felt dry, but he was finally able to utter something back, escaping the incapacitating shock that held him previously.

"I won't do anything Y/N isn't okay with!" He furrowed his brows and rushed with his response, expectantly looking at you after. Not being comfortable with the sudden spotlight thrown at you, you spoke just as quickly.

"I-" The words stuck in your throat, the situation turning into a different shade of stressful.

It'd be a lie if you said you didn't imagine fucking your former boss, as much as that thought embarrassed you while working for him. He was chasing Ramona, not you. Having a crush on a person who wasn't interested was pathetic enough, so you just muted this part of you. Not like you believed Gideon could sincerely reciprocate the affection, there would be an obvious power imbalance. Then things changed, you got to know Matthew, he made you feel all bubbly inside, and there was no shame that came with that. You stopped working for him as soon as you both started dating. Gideon fell from his first place as your love interest, and now, he was offering you the thing you'd accept in a heartbeat not that long ago? The fate played tricks on you. The trick being, you were inclined to accept. It would probably be the first and last time you ever got to fulfill this wish of yours, as bad as the current circumstances were. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, or maybe the relief knowing you weren't completely screwed that made you more susceptible to his suggestion. The only thing that worried you was how Matthew would react. Would he take it as breaking his trust? You still loved him, more than your silly fantasy of fucking Gideon, and you had to make sure you were on the same page

"W-Well, how about you?" You looked at him, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room regarding this question. "Would you be fine with this?"

His mouth remained opened for a brief while before he put his vocal chords to use. "I- If you are, then... I guess I would be inclined to do it... too." He said, or moreso asked, not totally sure of the words spilling out of him. His sight nervously jumped around, not focusing on anything else in particular. He wanted it too, yet shared a similar worry.

"Are you sure? Like, honestly sure?" Your gaze remained on Matthew, searching for any sign of being pushed. He was your biggest fan and would even punch the 3rd hole in the moon if only you asked for it, so you knew how much power your opinion in the situation mattered. However, you did not want him to feel forced with the decision, only because you wanted to experiment.

He swallowed a hefty dose of saliva before replying. "Yes, I'm sure. It'd be just a favor, like Gideon said, right...?"

"No strings attached. I wouldn't want to cause problems in your lovely relationship. Think of it as a... bonding experience. For all of us." Gideon coaxed, a sly grin remained on his face. He knew he would get what he wants.

You coughed awkwardly, trying to clear your throat. "Well- I- I guess, then... we... accept...? I-If we can stop at any time." It was hard to formulate words when the emotions raced like wild horses. Was it excitement, anticipation, fear, both?

"Oh, of course, that goes without saying," he purred, lightly leaning with both hands on the chair you both sat on.

"Well, now that it's established... Get the hell off my chair." His tone changed into a harsh annoyance, forcing you both to finally stand up. "I will hold you accountable if you break it."

Both of you uttered a quiet and hurried sorry, standing out like sore thumbs, halfly naked. Neither of you knew what to do, pushing Gideon to do something about it. He considered your lack of direction pathetic, but cute with how easy it would be to mold you. He thrived on telling people what to do. Coming closer to his desk, he looked at the papers laying on it's available surface before throwing them off of it with a quick swipe of his hand. Guess they weren't that important.

He patted the now unobstructed space on the desk. "Y/N, if you would."

Halfly unsure, you trusted your reasoning that he wanted you to sit on it. It was a correct assumption. Gideon went behind it, facing your back. Matthew watched, trying to decode what he had in mind. Suddenly, Gideon grabbed your shoulders, swiftly pulling you to lay on your back. Seeing the ceiling made you flinch, until Gideon made an effort to explain what's happening.

"You, pretty thing, don't have to do anything. Just stay still." He looked at you from above, enjoying to the fullest the way you reacted to his pet-name. "Your boyfriend will take care of you, won't he?" He looked at Matthew, who felt more than clueless.

He was just in the middle of fucking you, but felt too embarrassed to continue doing it while Gideon was watching. He knew he would get carried away with his sounds if he did so, and it was too early into your newly formed situationship for him to be comfortable enough to do so.

"...C- Can I at least sit on the chair?" He asked meekly, already settled on what he was about to do.

Gideon raised his brow, thinking about it for a moment before he allowed it with a brief nod of his head. "Go ahead."

Spreading your legs, Matthew scooted closer, now sitting comfortably on the cursed chair that would surely fall apart any minute, if only Gideon hadn't stopped you in time. At least that's what his thought process was with how fearful Gideon's words made him about it.

"...What are you- Oh-" You were about to ask, until you felt Matthew's tongue brush against your groin. Feeling the kitten licks starting to build up something in your abdomen made your face contort into expressions you were too embarrassed to think about in Gideon's presence. You had to hold yourself back from squirming. Gideon, on the other hand, was clearly pleased with the action happening before his eyes. Hearing the faint sounds of a belt being messed with, it didn't take you long to notice his almost fully standing erection pressing against your cheek. It seemed pretty big, at least from the upside down angle. Did he get excited in such a short span of time or did you just not notice it before?

"I don't think I have to tell you what to do?" Gideon looked at you expectantly, adjusting himself so he'd have an easy access to your mouth. Hesitantly, you parted your lips. He shoved himself into you, slowly at first. He thrusted his hips, exhaling contently as your mouth covered half of dick. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, it was hard to focus on correct breathing while Matthew busied himself between your legs. Fortunately, Gideon was kind enough to notice that, not pushing you too much in the moment where you were still acquainting yourself with the situation.

Matthew occupied his whole attention with making sure he was pleasing you right, even if Gideon using you at the same time was making him emotions he didn't think he had in himself. He didn't even touch himself, as if waiting for someone's (this someone being Gideon) permission to do it. He wanted to be good. Hearing your soft, muffled moans sent jolts of electricity right to his dick, which was just begging to be touched - a big contrast to how not too long ago it threatened to get flaccid.

Feeling the licks of Matthew's tongue on your sensitive nerves while having your mouth used felt almost overstimulating. You let out weak whimpers, not able to control the sounds escaping you. Gideon, seeing how much you've grown accustomed to the manhandling, let himself increase the pace, shoving his cock an inch deeper with each roll of his hips. You closed your eyes, fully letting both boys work their way towards your orgasm. As much as it was degrading, you liked how Gideon took charge. You didn't really have that experience with Matthew, as your sex was usually pretty vanilla and passionate, mostly from his side.

Not stopping his movements, Gideon kept his composure while speaking up.

"Enjoying yourself?" He looked at your face, seeing how you opened your eyes once he started talking, "I knew this was what you wanted."

Of course, with mouth full of dick, you weren't really in a position to respond, nor wanted to give him the satisfaction of your honest opinion.

"Even when you were working for me. You probably wished this happened sooner, huh? On this desk." He pushed himself deeper. "I've seen you staring at me with those eyes." He mused, moreso to himself.

Matthew raised his head a bit, hearing Gideon's rambling was pushing it a bit, given both you and him were now in a relationship. Gideon noticed this little change of scenery, and was quick to add,

"Don't worry, Matthew. Y/N isn't the only one I had my eyes on." He shot him a knowing glance, the sentence rolling off his tongue effortlessly. He had no trace of embarrassment on his face, fully knowing the outcome of his confession.

Unsure what to do with this unexpected information, Matthew opted for burying his head between your thighs once more, blush coating his cheeks. He wanted to argue, to say Gideon's flattery wouldn't work on him, but unfortunately, it did. Even though he felt jealous, he let it slide. Gideon noticed that, feeling his grin grow wider. He had both of you right where he wanted, and it only added to his ego.

You didn't have time to ponder his words, nearing closer to the finish. The wet sounds, the speed at which Gideon and Matthew were going, it was all just too much. Matthew insisted on licking that one, particular spot that quickly rose the tension in your muscles. Your legs began to shake, your whole body squirmed on that wooden desk. Gideon saw the opportunity to hear your moan, unobstructed, quickly pulling himself out of your lips. You'd be embarrassed at the sound that just left out of you if it didn't feel so damn good in the moment.

Matthew wiped his mouth, now covered in your essence. He was embarrassed at how hard he was, especially with Gideon there to witness it. The only hearable sound was your labored breathing, slowly coming off the high that hit you so strongly just a second ago. Staring at the ceiling, Gideon made it hard for you to avoid his grin.

"Now didn't that feel good, sweetie?" The way he was looking at you made you feel ashamed, but the words coming specifically from him also added something else. A thrill? It still felt wrong, but somehow, you enjoyed this. It was a break from the norm, which was probably why the whole experience felt so ecstatic.

"Mattie, give back Y/N the chair. They're probably exhausted." You weren't sure if Gideon's care for you was sincere, but he was right. You were exhausted.

Matthew got up with some hesitation, the spotlight now embarrassingly thrown at his still aching erection. You had some troubles when your foot touched the ground, getting to your seat with wobbly legs. It was probably one of the best orgasms you had in a while.

"Sit down." He patted the same place you were in not too long ago, signaling for Matthew to switch places with you.

He meekly obeyed, sitting on the desk. He didn't know what plans Gideon had prepared for him, but at this point, he was willing to do anything to get off. With tensed shoulders, his sight dug a hole in Gideon's face, only showing the everpresent satisfaction of the effects he had on both of you. With a swift motion of his hand, he reached for Matthew's dick, starting with rapid jerks. Matthew's response was an alarmed gasp. Seeing Gideon go easy on you made him drop his guard, which had him totally unprepared for his turn to be so intense. His fingers grabbed the corners of the desk, curling.

"...N-Not so fast!" He managed to squeak through gritted teeth, his bangs briefly falling on half of his face. Surprisingly, Gideon listened, slowing down to a sensual up and down movement. He got to hear the sweet sound of Matthew's surprise, free to continue with his pace now. He mostly focused on brushing his thumb against Matthew's tip, feeling the gross precum coating his skin. That did the trick, getting Matthew's moans to shine through. He tried to stop them, to no success. Gideon got closer in between his legs, and Matthew couldn't help but briefly close them around his waist, squirming with each stroke of his palm.

Getting jerked off while in your presence, by another person, letting the slutty, embarrassing noises were enough for Matthew to feel guilty, even if all of you agreed to this sudden fun. He knew that his decision to proceed with the events was not random. Gideon was someone he used to admire, right until he lost the fight for everything that he owned. In that moment, he knew he was above him. He proved it by winning the fight, fair and square. Yet still, there was something lingering in the back of his mind. A foolish desire to feel the same adrenaline he felt while throwing punches at him. Only now he fully realized it wasn't completely about the fighting.

You thought seeing Gideon take care of Matthew would wound your pride much more, to see your boyfriend intertwined with another man, but it was more so fear of missing out. You already exhausted your body enough, though. Even if there was still some jealousy involved, it was certainly less than what you originally expected. It all got clouded by how cute Matthew looked in the current moment. It was easy to see how he fell apart with Gideon's touches. He just had a way of getting into people's heads, even without the use of his Glow. Besides, seeing two boys you considered attractive, entangled in the fun you also experienced not too long ago? It was hot. Seeing Matthew come apart, was hot. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but you weren't against it happening again, sometime.

Although Matthew was in no position to complain, being given gratification with each jerk of Gideon's wrist, he couldn't help but notice Gideon's fully visible erection as well. He wondered, why didn't he do anything about it? How much did he plan to prolong the fun? His speed, even though slow, per his request, was painfully taunting. He knew Gideon had something else in mind, which is why he dared to ask,

"Wh... Why aren't you..." His eyes fell upon Gideon's crotch, leaving no room to debate what his question was about.

"Aw, worried about me getting off Mattie? How considerate of you." He chuckled, his ego growing. As if on command, he raised his unoccupied arm, aligning their members together. Matthew gasped at the sudden warmth pressing against him, feeling way too intimate with the position.

"W-what are y- ah!" He squeaked, feeling the way Gideon wrapped his hand around both of their dicks, increasing the speed to his liking.

"Didn't want to overstimulate you too soon," he huffed out, "but I see you're eager."

Matthew's legs clasped around Gideon even tighter, not being able to keep himself from spilling all the shameful moans. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think how pathetic he must have looked to you. Gideon added another wave of sensations by grinding his hips, helping himself get off faster. He was into rough play, opposite to Matthew, who was slowly losing control with how fast it all unravelled.

"G-Gideon, y-you're going too fast-" he whined, yet wouldn't dare do anything to stop the man's actions. Hearing the sweet sound of his name rolling off Matthew's tongue only fueled his desire to pick up the pace.

"Don't lie," he inched closer towards Matthew's ear, whispering his next sentence, "you're enjoying this just as much as I am."

"Fffuck-" He cursed, feeling the brush of Gideon's tongue on his neck. He could only hope he wouldn't be so bold as to leave hickeys on his skin. That would be crossing the line.

Seeing and hearing the two boys in the middle of their fun made you feel wet again. Were you being a voyeur? Probably, even if all of you were entangled in this. Nonetheless, your hand lowered down to your groin once more, not being able to hold yourself back from the shameful urge. Thankfully, the boys were too occupied with themselves to notice.

The desk began to move rhythmically, shaking just like Matthew's legs. He was on the brink of exploding, as did Gideon. Eyeliner began to spill down Matthew's cheek, the act too intense for the tears to be held back. He let out a choked gasp right before a string of white flew into the air, dirtying Gideon's still moving hand in the process. He wasn't done yet, ignoring the mess and nearing even closer, faintly leaning against Matthew's chest. He grabbed Gideon's arms, digging his fingers into the white sleeves.

"Gideon-!" He whimpered, the pressure on his still sensitive dick drove him crazy. Gideon ignored his plea, too focused on chasing his own climax.

Hopefully, with Matthew's mind occupied, he wouldn't notice you nearing your own orgasm on par with Gideon. With both of their labored breathing, you felt it just around the corner, which added another form of stimulation. You'd come at the same time with Gideon. The thought pushed you to quicken the movements of your hand, all too eager for it to hit you. Hearing a content groan coming from Gideon's mouth, he slowed down his movements, his dick sliding up and down, until it finally rested still in his hand. He leaned his chin on Matthew's shoulder, panting like a dog into his ear, and Matthew was no different.

Given a moment to gather his thoughts, Matthew heard your stifled moan, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. Oh. You were having your fun too. He felt coy realizing what drove your actions.

Gideon soon retracted away from Matthew, feeling the sweat cling uncomfortably to his fancy clothes. He couldn't wait to take a shower, and so did both of you. Unfortunately, there was none available at the moment. The other guests would just have to excuse your messy states. At least Gideon was kind enough to provide you some tissues. All of you silently agreed the fun time was over, making yourself decent before exiting the room. He locked it this time.

"I suppose this concludes your part of the deal." He spoke nonchalantly while briefly fixing his clothes. He also took out a comb out of his pocket to make his hair look less messy, yet didn't bother to share it - brushing his hair after you used it would be crossing the line.

"How about your part of the deal?" You looked at Gideon, Matthew joining your stare. You had to make sure he would upkeep his promise of deleting the video.

"Don't worry, I remember our arrangement." He lazily took out his phone, the app showing a name of the camera in his office. Thankfully you didn't have to cringe at your compromised position on a little image preview, as there was no visible thumbnail.

"Unless you want me to send you the video first?" He teased, although it wasn't clear whether his words were just to bait your reaction.

Both you and Matthew spoke hurriedly in unison "NO."

"That- won't be necessary." The awkward grin forced itself on your face. He only snickered, pressing the delete button. You watched as a little popup appeared, text "video deleted" fully on display. That calmed down your nerves substantially.

"Well then, if that's all, you may be excused. Feel free to enjoy the rest of the party." He turned on his heel, intending to go back to the bar, but not before inserting a quick quip. "I'd recommend asking someone for a comb though, your hair looks really messy."

You chose to use your well trained patience and not respond anything back, too tired to start anything. Matthew just sighed heavily in annoyance, following your steps of keeping quiet.

Abruptly facing you one last time before heading off, Gideon spoke again. "Oh, and if you ever feel like trying to fuck in my office again, try asking me first, hm?" He half-closed his eyes, looking at you for a moment with a sickeningly sweet expression. Then, he left you no room to respond, already trailing back to the party.

Your stare met at the same time with Matthew's, mostly just appalled. You actually didn't have a clue if it was a warning, or his way of inviting you to another session of...

"What the hell was that?" Matthew finally spoke with both amusement and shock in his voice.

"I- I don't know?" You reciprocated the intense emotions in your tone. "But... It- it wasn't that bad...? I mean, I was terrified at first, but- I'm not traumatised?" The confused laugh fell out of you, probably the adrenaline.

"Well- yeah... I mean- at least Gideon is an attractive guy-" He hesitantly spilled out his thoughts, an embarrassed grin present on his face.

"Oh, so you think that too?"

"Wh- O- Of course I do! I mean- I wouldn't consider it otherwise!" His cheeks instantly turned redder.

The sound of your soft chuckle managed to calm him down. "Well- I'm glad we both got to experience it."

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Devil's Night - Dr. Fearless/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, nothing but typical Fearless failcringe (we still love it).

Wordcount: 8622

Summary: He'd invited you back again, and even with a month so busy you could only see him on the weekends, who were you to reject an invitation from the creepily irresistible, if not strangely charming, Doctor himself?

Notes: Happy Halloween~ It's almost late but I made it, so here's part 2 of my trade with @lakesofneptune just in time for my favourite holiday 🎃🦇

The month of October was a lot more exciting than usual as your weird luck persisted much longer than it typically did, your winning invitation to the strange but oddly charming Dr. Fearless’ show extending all the way to Halloween, if you so accepted. You knew it was because he liked you, the shows were free and you wouldn't be his returning guest after all, but you appreciated the gesture as you looked down at the hastily made and freshly printed new invitation in your hand when the movie was over and everyone was clearing out for the night. He'd asked you to wait a moment before rushing off, and you helped yourself to some of the remaining snacks to appease your stomach until you could pick up some proper food on the way home, thank goodness for 24/7 drivethrus.

‘Here you are, the little creatures in the lab cooked this up for you,’ Dwight drawled mysteriously as he handed it to you, the clipart and badly cut out picture of him in the corners making you try to suppress a grin. ‘We-’ He paused a moment, dropping the act again now that everyone was gone. ‘-I'd really like if you came back again, anytime you're able to, if you want?’

‘This was fun, I'll have to see how my schedule goes,’ you hummed even though you knew all your weekends were free, but you wanted to see the excitement in his eyes over seeing you again. ‘Next time I'll choose an even better outfit now that I know the dress code.’

‘The one you picked tonight was befitting of Hellish Royalty if I may say,’ he complimented you with another raise of his eyebrows, and he looked you over a few times to sell it until your laugh made him stop, now you really couldn't tell where Dwight ended and Fearless began when the cameras weren't on him.

‘My friend helped, but now that I know your tastes, I could stop by the mall tomorrow, see if I could find some leather and chains?’ you teased right back, and the change in him was instant; his back straightened as his face turned as red as it could go under the makeup, he truly was defenseless when it came to someone giving him a taste of his own medicine, and you logged that away for later along with the invitation as you folded it up and put it in your pocket.

‘Yes, well, you'd definitely fit in my dear Myotis, have no doubts about that,’ he said as the accent came back once more, and you swore to yourself that you'd definitely need to look that up the second you got in your car.

‘I'll go shopping before I come back again, then, the weekends work best for me to make the next showing though, so I hope you won't get too lonely sitting up there by yourself?’ Completely defenseless, his eyes going wide at your revenge as he glanced to the extra seat that was now going back offstage for tomorrow night's show.

‘I think I'll survive a week, I am over 300 years old, y'know,’ he said like it was nothing, his voice back to normal, but you could tell that he was already missing you even though you were still there; you didn't want to pat yourself on the back or anything when you'd come in so nervous of messing up, but you'd without a doubt stolen his heart both on and off camera, and, if you were honest, he'd stolen a bit of yours as well.

‘I guess one week should be nothing in the face of eternity, then,’ you played along, your endless banter only interrupted when the tall woman from the lobby and the short one who'd led you in waved goodbye from the doorway, guess they were leaving together.

‘Night, girls, drive home safe,’ he called to them, and you decided to take your leave before you trapped each other there. ‘So, I'll be seeing you next week, you're promising me?’ he said hopefully, putting the promise right in your mouth for you, but you didn't mind, it gave you more incentive to follow through with how much he really seemed to want to hang out with you again.

‘Well, can't go back on a promise, can I?’ you hummed like you had no choice, but when he smiled in relief you couldn't help but smile back.

‘Cross your heart and hope to die?’

You made the shape of an upside down cross since he was a vampire, and it took him a moment to get it but once he did his smile grew even wider. ‘Save me a seat and some popcorn come next Friday, Doctor.’

The following week was a flurry of emotions, excitement, nervousness, and shopping trips with your friend, who knew all the great places to find stuff you'd like. It felt like something was happening every day, and no matter how busy things got as you prepared to go back there again, you always made sure to catch just a bit of the stream to see what they were watching without you. It was nice, like coming home to a partner who'd already settled in and was in the middle of watching a movie for the night, and you had to stop yourself from thinking about coming home to him after just one date that couldn't even be considered a date.

It was silly, gradeschool crush levels of silly, but he'd really managed to dig a way into your mind - and maybe heart - with those little bat claws of his; you'd looked up Myotis right away and found out that it was just a type of bat, and you spent the following day wondering what you could call him to stop him mid-sentence the next time he started trying to woo you. It was harder than you thought, it's been so easy for him to come up with so much so fast whereas here you were, looking up horror themed animals and famous vampires to get him back. You didn't end up sticking with the latter, it felt maybe a little disrespectful to call him by another name than the one he'd chosen, and he didn't feel like anything but a bat since, of course, the whole vampire thing. 

You frowned as you went back to the animals, there had to be something you could tease him with, and you sighed and were about to just look for more bat names when you saw a creature in the related search recommendations.

You were grinning ear to ear when Friday came, you'd clocked out early to make sure you could take the time to get ready in your new outfit, your friend had done your makeup so you fit in a little more, and you even painted your nails, just to complete the look. You felt confident as you walked up to the building again, the usual crowd milling around you as you all headed for the main stage, and you didn't get more than a foot through the door when you felt a tap to your shoulder.

‘He told me to tell you he saved you a seat,’ the shorter woman told you like she was already bored of this love affair as long as it meant she was your tour guide, and you made a mental note to ask him to maybe meet you himself if you showed up early enough that it wouldn't interfere with his getting ready routine. You followed her back to the stage, and you tried to suppress a chuckle when you saw that he'd not only put your chair from the show in the audience - slightly off to the side, so it wouldn't obstruct anyone's view behind you - but he'd also put your name on it; the paper was plain but the letters were grand, actual effort had been put into this, and you shook your head with a smile as you took off your coat and set it on the seat so you could grab some snacks.

You were in the middle of deciding whether to grab popcorn now to nibble on while you waited, or save it for the movie when you felt a claw dragged so lightly over your neck that it was barely noticed, and you shivered and spun to see him looking you over with very interested eyes. ‘You did indeed go shopping, I must say, this outfit suits so you well I can't imagine you in anything else, although, a certain suit might look even nicer,’ he flirted in the accent again, he was fully in character in preparation for the show, and you used a paper plate to fan him off until he hissed and protected his hair.

‘Easy now, there is a limit, you know,’ you told him as you then used the plate to gather up your treats, and he glanced around before leaning in a little less dramatically than you expected.

‘Have I offended you?’ he asked softly, the accent falling a little, and you shook your head and grabbed a couple full sized candy bars, they must have had a supplier as one of their sponsors in order to shell out this much free candy.

‘You didn't, but let's try not to comment on my birthday suit before I've seen you without the makeup, Doctor,’ you decided with a smirk, and he looked relieved that there were now boundaries being set, you were okay with more as well as the implication that you'd want to see him even outside of this. ‘And before you ask, yes, that does mean if I get to see you without all this, then you get one single followup joke, seeing as you'd be pretty naked to me like that.’

‘You wanna see me… without all this?’ He sounded almost sad by it, like you'd prefer to skip straight past Fearless once you'd learned his name, and you shook your head and handed him a piece of licorice to chew on.

‘I wanna see both, Fearless and Dwight, if you might wanna talk after the movie?’ He didn't know what to do, this was an actual move you were making here, and his fangs pressed into his bottom lip as he smiled wide and got back into character.

‘I'm pretty full until the 31st, many late nights to drain in place of pretty necks while we prepare for the grand finale,’ he explained mysteriously, but it didn't land as much since he'd accepted the licorice and took an excited bite, ‘but during the day, when the sun is high and I mustn't be seen for fear of eternity finally taking hold, you might find me holed up in safety somewhere.’ He waited for you to ask, and he grabbed his cape and wrapped it around your shoulders when he placed his hand on you. ‘Far into the city, where the sun can never reach, you'll find me there; look for the creature who also shuns the sun, ask for the Bloody Scary, and I will come when you call.’

He didn’t explain more, and you accepted that he was probably giving you the most discrete and mysterious version of his work directions, time to go hunting. ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ you accepted, and he waggled his eyebrows at you before stealing more licorice and running off, the show was about to start. You grinned fondly and grabbed your popcorn, a small group gathered around your chair and jealously wanting to steal it if you never returned, but they scattered when they saw you coming. You felt a bit of smugness at being the one to sit in it without outwardly showing it, and you got comfortable as the pre-show started; the lights dimmed, some fog started to fill the room, and everyone finished grabbing their snacks and found their seats as the sound guy behind the glass started up the music to let everyone know he’d be there shortly.

‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light,’ he repeated as he did every night, as you’d come to learn, and again you’d never seen him enter the coffin, perhaps there was a secret backstage behind the set you hadn’t noticed before. ‘Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me. We’re four days into our Halloween scare-athon, and I see many familiar shapes in the fog before me, it seems the horrors of the night have yet to claim all of you,’ he said as he walked to his chair, a flourish of his hand disturbing the fog as it built a little higher. ‘But you might not be so lucky tonight, thanks to the film you’ve all written to me about; yes, the letters were stacked high with this one, I’m positively parched to discover what our final lineup will be like when so much blood-pumping enthusiasm is already underway.’

You took a bite of popcorn and flashed him a smile as he walked over to his bookshelf, which had been decked out with a bunch of VHS tapes without labels, although the first three seemed to have found theirs, this must be where he pretended to keep everything.

‘Let us see what you’ve asked for… ah, yes, the tale of the young woman who finds that she is more special than she, or anyone else, knows; what a tragic film, a very bloody one at that, I cannot wait to sink my fangs into this with you all,’ he drawled as he took the tape from the shelf and brought it over to the TV where a VCR had been set up. He popped it inside and instantly the TV came to life, and you had to wonder if it was the actual tape of the movie when you realized no, the screen was dropping, even if it was they wouldn’t have both movies going at the same time. You got comfortable in your chair and had more popcorn before you jumped at the sight of another chair being brought over, of course he was going to sit next to you, and the first thing he did was run his hands over the velvet arm of your own chair. ‘To be so far apart from you is torture, I need to think of a new arrangement for next weekend,’ he murmured lowly as he stroked the material, and you smirked and shifted more towards him so you could watch the movie in peace.

‘There’s always the couch, y’know, if you need to be near me so badly,’ you said casually, and again he fell silent at your words, it was going to be a long month for him now that you knew exactly how to get him back.

‘I usually partake from the back, so as to not distract the viewers with my haunting presence,’ he revealed as he gestured behind you, and it was then you figured out that the elevated seating at the back of the room wasn't actually for people to hang out, it was for him.

‘Must get lonely, sitting back there instead of up here,’ you mumbled honestly, there was no joke this time with how far away it was, and it was like a switch had flipped; he hadn’t noticed it before you said it it seemed like, because his eyes lost a bit of their shine as he looked at his usual seating.

‘A bit, I suppose,’ he agreed in his normal voice, and you reached over the arm to his side at the tone; he let you take his hand and pull it back over to your side, this was an actual move you were making because you realized instantly that you loved him when he was silly, and creepy, and over the top, but not when he was lonely. He stiffened at the touch but didn’t pull away, and it took him a moment before he held your hand right back, he wasn't all talk, he actually wanted to get to know you.

You watched Carrie like that, your snacks offered to him every now and again now that you knew he was used to doing this on his own, and he took out his fangs again so he could partake with you for once.

He had to do a few more sketches once the movie ended, it seemed like they were switching up the short films for last so everyone could watch the movies a little easier and those who had time could stay for the rest of the show, and you took pride in your carefully placed front row seat as he talked about tonight’s sponsors and introduced a short film about a man who showed up to pay his own funeral bill. There was no time to talk afterwards as he’d warned, but you still stole yourself a moment as everyone left again by sneaking over to the set and checking out the tapes while everyone whispered about your bravery for doing so.

No one stopped you, it wasn't like this was your first time on set and they all must’ve known that he’d taken a liking to you as things were cleaned up in the audience seating, the only presence to grace you being his after he’d taken a drink. ‘No peeking, only my creatures know what’s to come,’ he told you as he ran a finger over the 31 unlabeled cases, and you shot him a glance before reaching up for the fifth movie. You pulled it out just enough to see a bit of the title before he was putting it back into place with a protective hiss, his cape coming up to cover the rest of them.

‘C’mon, I won’t be here until next Saturday, I wanna know what I’m missing out on,’ you playfully begged a bit more than you usually would, but it worked, your voice was like a stake to the heart as he removed his hand from the shelf to place over his chest instead.

‘Very well, my dear Myotis, but no spoiling the others,’ he conceded before pretending to look away, and you bit your tongue to avoid using your secret weapon, a chuckle coming out instead before you went back to the fifth, tomorrow they’d be watching The Shining.

‘I get why it’s so late, but I wish I had the time to come back during the week, if I’m lucky I’ve just been watching the streams before bed,’ you admitted to him as you slid it back into place, now it would be a secret again, and he looked you over before straightening it just a little more so they were all lined up perfectly with the edge of the shelf.

‘The thought of you laying in bed, thinking of me, it makes me so thirsty I fear that no liquid or pleasure may ever be able to satisfy me again,’ he hummed automatically at the setup, but this time he caught himself, his eyes going wide as you stood there with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed. ‘Uh, that is-’

‘Guess you’ll have to think about me tonight, so this is more even,’ you figured for him before he could back out, and he stumbled over his words so much that his fangs nearly fell right out of his mouth, that was a new one. ‘I gotta run, I’ll be sure to visit you in your dreams tonight, how’s that?’

‘That’s- that’s fine,’ Dwight stuttered, and you gave his hand a quick squeeze before walking out.

The song and dance continued throughout the month, your own quips getting even better the more he attempted to say something that would make you react the same way he did, but so far he was losing, and it was making you a bit smug, in all honesty. As promised you visited just once each weekend, you tried to aim for Friday but sometimes Saturday had to do, and each time he sat with you in the front instead of the back, a bit of dust gathering on his personal couch seeing as the guests weren’t allowed to sit there even before the show.

The next weekend you brought some snacks of your own, a few favourites you wanted to share, which prompted him to do the same the weekend afterwards, and by the third you’d both stopped using the provided snacks in favour of sharing what you loved, outside of the free popcorn, of course. During the weekend you were getting to know him better between whispers as the movies played, and during the week you actually went on your hunt for wherever he worked in the real world. Your searching online gave you a surprisingly long list of places in town that you could drive to on your break, while the further ones had to be checked out after work.

You’d yet to find it, which was a bit frustrating because he refused to say it just in case he doxxed himself to the others nearby, so you hunted alone for the vampire hiding in the shadows along with the other who hid from the sun, according to him. By the time the third weekend had come and gone you’d been to more dark and goth-themed businesses to last you a lifetime, you didn’t even know your city had that many before this, all of them hiding in the most obscure places. It was kind of cool to see them all, check out the stuff they offered, but you were getting a bit burnt out at nervously asking for the Bloody Scary over and over only to have them have no idea what the hell you were talking about.

You decided that if you couldn’t find it before Thursday, because there was no way in hell you’d miss the Halloween show, then you’d just straight up ask him, screw it, you needed to know what and where this place was or else it’d literally haunt you until death.

You got into your car for another lunchtime hunt, you were running out of places and were down to the dredges of possibilities, and you were ready to order whatever was on their menu as your stomach gave a rumble and let you know that there was no way you were returning to work without something to eat this time. This place was probably the hardest to find out of all of them so far, the shop sandwiched between big business on all sides, even the top, but it had a fake bat-like gargoyle hunched over the awning in a makeshift hutch to protect him from the sun, so you were going to go in no matter how busy the street was. You had to park an entire block away, random coins tossed into the meter so you’d have time to grab a sandwich or something, and you avoided the lunchtime crowd lining the streets until you were finally able to enter and escape the fall chill.

You shivered and adjusted your jacket before looking around, this was definitely his type of place, but so had the others been, and you didn’t get your hopes up for anything other than lunch as you checked out the menu hanging behind the counter. It was handwritten seeing as they didn’t offer a large expanse of things outside of their drinks, and the woman behind the counter waited patiently as you scanned the items until your eyes went wide.

‘I’ll have the Bloody Scary,’ you said much too loudly and without restraint, the few people already in there giving you a look at your disturbance, but you didn’t pay them any mind in your excitement; she didn’t write it down but instead shot you her own look before heading into the back, and you looked over the description hanging up high to see what it was; it was a vampire-themed drink, a play on the Bloody Mary, of course it was, and instead of vodka cocktail it seemed to be a boba drink, with the pearls making it look almost visceral sitting at the bottom of the cup and a lining of ruby chocolate dust to top off the ones who drank it in house. It looked pretty good and your stomach was really starting to grumble at being in a cafe this time, so you started looking over the food they offered when a tall man walked out from the back.

You let him work as he made the drink, your choice of sandwich picked out as you then checked out the pre-made treats in the display case, and you picked out a bat decorated jelly donut to go with it when you saw the cup placed on the counter. ‘Hi, I'd also like to-’ you began as you looked up to order the rest, but your words died in your mouth when you recognized the eyes staring back at you even without the makeup obscuring them. ‘It's you.’

‘You were expecting Nosferatu?’ he asked in Fearless’ voice, but he was so different under it all that you couldn't see the two as the same person; his real hair was short with a bit of gray peeking out amongst his bangs, and his eyes still looked tired, but not as much without the dark triangles of black trailing over his cheeks. There was no scar, his face surprisingly clear even though he wore the makeup so often, and he was a lot more handsome than he was as Fearless. You felt your mouth fall open in surprise, the work uniform was just the icing on the cake that was everything else, and you were silent for so long that it actually seemed to make him nervous. ‘Is it that much of a shock?’

‘No, well, yeah, just a bit,’ you flubbed as you absolutely stared more than you had at Fearless, and he looked away from you for once under your gaze. ‘Not in a bad way, though! I'm just not used to it, I need to see you like this more often and I think it'll grow on me, I think I prefer the fangs,’ you told him as you reached over the counter to take his hand again; you could fully see the consequences of your actions this way, a definite flush coming to his cheeks at being complimented so personally, and he had to get a grip on himself when someone else walked up behind you to order.

You stood aside and watched as Dwight went through the motions, this was him behind it all, and he was so strangely normal that you wanted him to act more like Fearless, it was so entirely strange to see him take orders and act like just a guy existing in society. You waited until he was free before asking for your food so you could pay for everything, but the moment you took out your wallet he waved it away. ‘Please, allow me if you'd do me the honour of accompanying me to the table over there for a bite to eat,’ he offered, and you accepted, but only so you could lean in and whisper, ‘I'm not on the menu today, I've gotta get back to work in a bit.’

He flushed so hard you worried that he might pass out, so you took pity on him, grabbed you food, and headed over to the table. He followed even though he was still on the clock, a brief yell for his co-worker to take over for a bit making you laugh and the other people in the room look up again, but he paid them no mind as he practically sprinted over to you. He had no snack for himself, so you took a drink of the boba to see if you liked it before offering it to him. He looked around like he wasn't allowed to consume the products when he wasn't on break, but you just offered again before shrugging and going to take another drink. He fell for it, the allure of an indirect kiss was still too much for him, and you grinned smugly as you tried your sandwich.

‘You took a while to find me,’ he pointed out as he licked the sweet, red liquid from his lips, and you gave another shrug before jabbing a finger in his direction.

‘You should've told me where you worked and I would've been able to come here sooner, I think I've checked every single place in town trying to find you,’ you admitted with a mouthful of sandwich, and he looked a little sheepish before going for a second drink himself.

‘I was nervous of you seeing me like this, if I might be honest with you for a minute,’ he confided in you as he played with the straw, and when you didn't answer right away he sucked one of the pearls into his mouth. ‘Only the crew has seen me like this, no one knows my real name, no one knows what I look like, and I've always kept it that way.’

‘So you'd break tradition just for me, my dear Doctor?’ You tried to say it in a way that didn't show how much that meant to you since you were still strangers, the fact that he wanted to change that with you out of everyone else he'd met enough to send you on this hunt.

‘More like… risk getting my heart broken, if you didn't want to see me outside of the show.’ This was a real confession, you knew he hadn't been kidding but now you saw that he really really meant it, and you took a bite of the donut before offering it to him. He took it even though he looked more vulnerable than any man who said the things he did should ever be, and when he had a bit of jelly in the corner of his lip, you leaned forward and wiped it away with your thumb.

‘Of course I wanna see you, I told you I wanna get to know both Fearless and Dwight, not just the costumed Dwight I met during the movie,’ you told him before licking the jelly from your thumb, his eyes watching the movement so intently you thought he might actually be a vampire getting ready to take a bite the moment you let your guard down. ‘Do… do you wanna know me outside of the audience, even though you know that I'm not as into it as you?’

‘Of course I do, that's why I wanted to see you again!’ he blurted out like you were the only two in the room, and this time he did acknowledge the others when they stared at how loud he was being.

You didn't hush him, because you'd been thoroughly silenced in all honesty, and you just looked at each other, you in your business casual clothes, him in his vampire cafe uniform, just two normal people who'd so far only known each other as the Sometimes Goth and the Vampire Horror Host.

The silence dragged on forever until you took your drink back and had some, a thought coming to mind that you couldn't say just yet. So you sipped, had a couple pearls, and when you had eaten them you placed your hand on his and wished that you didn't have to go back to work. ‘I've gotta go,’ you told him, and he looked dejected until you gave his hand a small squeeze, ‘but- you'll see me tomorrow for lunch, if you're working?’ you promised for him just as he'd done for you. His eyes lit back up at that, and he nodded enthusiastically, the place where his fangs would usually be resting against his lower lip looking a little too tempting now that confessions had been made.

You gathered up the last of your things, your donut stuffed into your mouth since you could finish the sandwich as you drove, and he stopped you before you could walk away; you looked up at him, wondering what else he wanted to say when he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss right to the corner of your mouth. When he pulled away he licked up the jelly that you'd missed, and you let him have the last word as you hurried to your car completely unable to use your secret weapon.

You were on pins and needles come Thursday night, Halloween at last, and you were as dressed up as you could possibly be. You got the whole kit and caboodle ready the day before, you were going to be the perfect vampire just for him, and you even overdid the makeup so that you'd match. You felt silly at first as you stared at yourself in the mirror dressed in the full attire, you’d even found a cape like his, the makeup looking weird on your face instead of his, but at the thought of knowing that he'd love this, and that it would more than likely drive him wild, you felt less embarrassed as you grinned at your reflection.

You headed over early this time, the lights on inside but the doors still locked, and you peeked through the glass and knocked to get someone's attention when you saw a few members of his crew decorating the lobby with Halloween specific things. They let you in, you'd thought they might but just having that confirmation felt good, and they just motioned that he was in the back before continuing with their conversation and work. You walked all the way to the stage, taking in all the new things they'd added just for tonight, and when you didn't see him you walked over to the partition window and peered inside. The director was talking with the sound guy inside about all the cues for tonight, but still no Dwight.

You frowned, you'd gotten used to his attention, and you looked around again before you heard a sigh; the pigtailed woman was back again, all dressed up as some kind of demon, and she just led the way to a door you hadn't seen, tucked behind a piece of the set. You opened it and found a dressing room, a second door telling you that it also led to the hallway on the far side, and he was in the middle of applying his greasepaint around his eyes when you got an idea. You snuck up behind him the moment he looked down to grab the red for his scar, his fangs in a small case on the table, and he didn't see you in the mirror until it was too late; you ran a nail over the back of his neck since he wasn't wearing his wig, and he jumped so hard he hit his knee and made a few things topple over as he crashed into his table.

‘Sorry! I'm sorry, I thought it'd be funny to get you back for when you did it to me,’ you quickly explained as you helped him clean everything up, and at the sound of your voice he instantly softened.

‘It's okay, I was just concentrating on this,’ he assured you, his voice dying at the end when he finally looked up and saw you. His eyes went wide again as he spun around to see you completely, and he didn't hide the fact that he was taking in every inch until you had to try and push him away. ‘Sorry, I lost myself in how wonderfully frightening you look tonight, perhaps this look is the one that would surely top your suit,’ he whispered, and there was no over the topness in the way he said it despite the words that just came out of his mouth. ‘You said I could have one more once you saw me at work, I genuinely did not plan on wasting it in awe of you tonight,’ he quickly sputtered, and you laughed and straightened up your cape in the mirror.

‘I did say that, didn’t I? And it's Halloween, I figured I might as well,’ you said like you hadn't thought and planned this extensively just for him. ‘Do you want me to leave so you can finish getting ready? I just wanted to say hi before it got too busy out there.’

‘Oh, it'll be very busy once we get closer to midnight,’ he expected nervously, there was a lot riding on tonight considering his line of work, and you let yourself be a bit bold since you'd come so early.

‘Is there anything you want me to help with? I can set up some stuff, or bring out the snacks, turn on the popcorn machine?’ you offered if it meant it would lessen his burden just a little, and he looked incredibly appreciative of it even though he shook his head.

‘If you kept me company while I did this it'd be nice, I'm the only one who really uses this room once they drop off their stuff in the lockers,’ he asked of you in that sheepish way again, for as much as he was loved this seemed like a lonely job at times, and you pulled up the chair next to him and let him work. He didn't speak, he was used to the silence, but he was conformable with it this time as he finished with his makeup and moved onto his wig. He pushed his hair under the mesh and straightened it out but there was a piece that looked weird at the back that he couldn't see. You got up and fixed it for him, carefully running your hands over his hair under the wig to flatten his hair for him, and when you turned back to the mirror he was looking at you like he was truly and hopelessly madly in love with you.

You sat down and let him put on his fangs, all that was left was the cape, and when he was done you were the one to pointedly look him over. ‘Oh yeah, I'm definitely into this guy,’ you decided out loud for him, and he smiled before pulling his caped arm in front of his face to hide it with a devilish look. You resisted the urge to do the same with your own cape before you both headed out there, no one batting an eye at the sight as they finished decking out the set now that it was getting close. You both helped out since he didn't have to worry about rushing anymore, and with your hands to join in they finished with enough time to relax.

You wiped off your forehead before realizing that you'd just smeared your makeup, and you stole his room for a moment to fix it seeing as he definitely had the supplies to spare. By the time you were done - with a little extra since his was way better than the cheap stuff you'd picked up - the doors were open and allowing the viewers in, and you almost didn't notice what he'd done until you went to sit down and realized that your chair was missing, Dwight's couch there in its place instead. It was angled so you both could watch the movie without being too far off to the side, because there was no way this wasn't a sign that he wanted to watch this with you after you found him at work, and you pretended to dust it even though he'd done a good job of doing so already.

‘A seat for two, if you so accept my offer,’ he said in your ear as Fearless, and you pretended to think about it before hiding the bottom half of your face with your cape. ‘A devious offer, with a couch this size, do you plan on taking another bite of me once the lights dim?’ you asked in your best vampire voice, and he choked on air before jumping right back into it.

‘I fear that I might not be able to resist with the way you're glowing in the candlelight; your neck, the way you draw me in so enticingly, I might need a taste before I stain the carpets red with your wine,’ he cooed longingly as he reached for you, and you sighed dramatically for him on his special night now that you knew how much all this meant to him.

‘Don't get too close, the way your heart beats so loudly is asking me thirsty,’ you warned friskily now that two could play at this game as well, his grin growing deviously large as he scooped you into his arms and dragged you onto his couch.

‘So bold, so divine, I need to confirm that you taste sweeter than the preserves on your lips,’ he murmured as he got a little too close, his eyes traveling between your neck showing from over the top of your cape to your lips, like he didn’t know whether to actually bite you or kiss you. You were at the point where you’d let him, if he so wanted to you’d let him drag those fangs over you until they fell out again, but neither of you got the chance to see what would happen as more of the audience started to walk in.

He came back to his senses, he was still at work despite the flirting, and he straightened his outfit and welcomed the early birds with a small announcement that extra treat bags would be given out that would be filled with more than just candy, since that was already being proved. He had to leave you to work this time, and in return you were the one to grab him to keep him in place when he was in the middle of standing; you got up just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth even though there was no jelly to clean, and he forgot entirely about the people he was in the middle of talking to to fall to his knees between yours.

‘My dear Dullahan, my magnificently monstrous Myotis, blood of my veins, beating of my heart,’ he swooned to you in front of everyone as they claimed their seats early with their coats and started to mingle and take pictures, the only thing to snap him out of it being the sound of the cameras until the hand on his cheek brought him back. ‘Why do you punish me so, knowing that I desire you more than lungs desire air, than lonely creatures of the night crave the warm touch of the sun?’

You trailed your finger under his chin to ease his dramatic pain, this was the only way he could express it, you’d realized that once you’d gone home the other day; when he was Dwight, he doubted himself so much over this that it changed him, but when he was Fearless, he could be fearless with you, say all the words that came to mind even though anyone else might’ve laughed like you did that first night. He became this person to be who he really was, free from judgment as he enjoyed what he loved, and apparently that now included you.

‘My Doctor, my Master who drank from my veins and owns my soul,’ you appeased him as dramatically as you could right back, just in the way he was weak to because you were now sure that no one had ever tried to understand him like this, his two halves had always been separate, ‘this is not torture, but a taste of what’s to come, if you so accept my offer.’ His eyes went wide, he was putty in your hands and could easily be turned down now that he was laying himself so bare, but you wouldn’t do that; as silly as this all had been at first, you couldn’t imagine accepting a compliment from anyone else other than him, his words always strewn together in such a way that it was unintentionally meant to make anyone around either cringe or laugh.

You couldn’t do that to him, never again, even when it was so laughably bad that you couldn’t help but smirk or chuckle, because it was a part of him, and you wanted to hear more.

‘Are- are you asking me out?’ he asked in such a small voice, the accent dropped again in his surprise, and you motioned for him to come closer so you could whisper in his ear. He did just so, and you made sure the makeup didn’t extend to his neck before biting lightly down on his warm flesh, your plastic fangs carefully making themselves acquainted with him just hard enough to elicit a gasp.

‘You’re the one who said I’d forever be yours, remember?’ you murmured into his ear, and he swallowed heavily as he stared at you from the corner of his eye. ‘Now c’mon, you’ve got a show to do, the sooner it starts the sooner I won't have to sit alone over here, my horribly charismatic Hyrax.’

He mouthed the final word to himself in confusion for just a moment until you took out your phone and showed him the image that’d been waiting on your phone all month, and the moment he saw the creature’s fangs he laughed out loud and licked his tongue over the sharp peaks of his own, he approved of the choice. He then stood so fast it made you jump, that excitement back in his eyes as he went full Fearless and went right back to it, he couldn’t keep you waiting when you’d so carefully chosen a nickname for him in turn.

He put on an amazing show, four shorts shown this time between his sketches and sponsor breaks, and each time the latter happened he’d walk over to where you sat and pour you more fruit punch, the carton grabbed from the fridge so that you could match with his wine again without getting you drunk. He flourished more than ever before, this truly was what he loved, and by the time the movie was ready to start you’d needed to quickly dab at his forehead each visit to keep his makeup from running from all the energy he was putting into it.

The movie was Halloween, of course it would be, what else could they watch tonight of all nights? He introduced it, the screen lowered after his intro with another vague description before the tape was inserted into the VCR, and he moved so fast to sit beside you that it was almost like he’d appeared from thin air. ‘Damn good show tonight, if I may say,’ you congratulated him now that he was free for a while, and he caught his breath and undid the top two buttons on his shirt so he could breathe a little.

You actively tried not to stare as he fanned himself a little, the wig blowing in the wind caused by his hand, and you offered him your juice to help cool him. ‘I’m fine, I’ll grab some water when I get my stuff from my locker in a bit, I brought my favourites from when I was a kid,’ he spoiled early, and he downed the last of his wine before placing the empty goblet on the floor. ‘Do you want anything else to drink?’

‘I would’ve taken that wine, if you weren’t going to finish it, how else shall I get my indirect kiss tonight?’ you teased just to see his reaction, and it hit doubly hard as he remembered once again that you’d asked him out but he hadn’t answered you yet. He didn’t do so again, quickly running off to get those snacks instead, but you already knew the answer, you wouldn’t rush it from him even if he couldn’t say it tonight. When he returned you prepared to get comfy against him so he’d know without a doubt that you meant it despite the flowery words you’d both exchanged.

He waited until you were leaning against him, both of your capes removed because it was getting a bit too warm with him still cooling, and he opened up the grocery bag of his favourites before pulling out a normal piece of licorice from the snack table. He held it up and you reached for it, but he pulled away when your hand got close, of course he’d do something like this, so you just smirked and closed your eyes, your mouth open wide to accept the treat. It hit your tongue and you bit off the end, and as soon as your mouth closed again you felt his lips press to yours directly.

Your eyes shot open wide as you stared at his closed ones, and when he pulled away you could see the flush under the makeup again. ‘An indirect kiss from you is always bliss, but the real thing, it’s to die for,’ he decided nervously before a confidence took over, he didn’t and wouldn’t regret it, and you just took the licorice from him and got him to take a bite as well before you went in for your own kiss. Of course he expected it since you’d set him up, but he didn’t do anything other than chase after your mouth when you finally pulled away, one hand fisting his pants so tight that the threads strained while the other hovered above your arm.

‘You’re right, that is to die for,’ you agreed as young Michael Myers murdered his sister and stood outside his home, and Dwight’s eyes shone like he was absolutely bewitched by you; it was new and a little scary to be desired this much by someone so unlike you, but you were absolutely ready to give this a try as you carefully rested your head on his shoulder for a moment. ‘I wouldn’t mind doing it again, if you have time…’

‘For you, I would give up eternity for one more,’ he whispered as he stared at the screen, his hand curling over yours in the dim light of the movie, ‘and in case that wasn't clear, yeah, I really wanna go out with you.’

You couldn’t sit like that any longer, and you moved to your end of the couch before pulling him to lean on you this time, to which he almost reluctantly did. You had to wonder if anyone else had ever done this before, surely not while he played Fearless, and you wished you could hold his head to your shoulder while you enjoyed his snacks and the movie. You made a mental note to do just that the first time you’d invite him to your place, maybe even that weekend now that Halloween was almost over, and you decided that your weird luck had definitely given you the best gift it’d ever had before as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissed the back of it, and playfully nipped at your wrist with his normal teeth just to see if you’d smirk at him again.

‘Pure bliss,’ he said to himself as you watched, and you mirrored the statement before taking a big sip from the wine he’d brought you on the way back along with his candy.