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Make new pinned post

Add a couple of muses I forgot about

Finish transferring Time’s Headcanons to headcanon doc

Queue an ask or two~ (thank you for those !!)

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herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys

word count: 3678

request?: no

description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I didn’t want to be there. There was a number of reasons why, but the most prominent one was definitely that I did not want to be involved in an orgy full of Supes.

My best friend, Maria, had convinced me to come. I had gone through a pretty hard breakup that left me basically inconsolable for days. I only left the house to go to work, and even then I was very much just operating on autopilot. Maria wanted to get me out of the house, so she came over and told me she had gotten an invite to some big Supe party and intended to take me with her to get my mind off of things.

She didn’t tell me until we showed up that the “party” was the infamous Supe orgy known as “Herogasm”.

Apparently, Maria had hooked up with a Supe who had an in to the party. She got the invite and thought an orgy would be the perfect idea to get me over my breakup. There was just one little flaw in her plan: I was not an orgy person. I was insecure enough about my body that I felt awkward being naked in front of one person, let alone an entire house full of strangers. Supe strangers at that.

Maria abandoned me the minute we walked through the door, taken by the Supe she fucked to get here. I was left, on my own in the corner, while a lot of naked people walked or fucked around me. A couple glanced in my direction, one even tried to proposition me, which I politely declined. I wasn’t sure how long I was stood there before everything became overwhelming. I needed to get away from all those people. I needed to be somewhere with no moaning or screaming or sex noises. Somewhere that I could calm myself down before I left.

I stumbled through the house, feeling my heart pounding harder and harder with every overwhelming second that passed. Behind almost every door I could hear more moaning and squelching. It felt like there was no true escape from it - there was even people fucking outside - until I turned the knob on a door that led to a seemingly empty room. I stumbled in, slamming the door behind me and sliding down it until I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head against my knees.

“Well, hello there.”

I jumped at the sudden sound of someone’s voice. I looked up to see I had hidden myself away in a bedroom. The main bedroom, I concluded, judging by the huge size of the room, the bed, and the fact there was a mini bar in the corner of the room. A mini bar with a man stood behind it. A very handsome man in nothing but a silk robe.

“Shit,” I sighed. “I’m sorry, I - ”

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said. “Judging by the fact that you still have clothes on, you’re not here for the orgy.”

I shook my head. “One of my friends brought me here. She didn’t even tell me what it was until we pulled up.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before stepping away from the mini bar. I tensed up as he got closer to me. I was trying to figure out if I’d get out fast enough when he reached me. He reached over me and turned the lock on the knob.

“Stay as long ad you want,” he told me. “Not that anyone usually comes in unannounced anyways. I think you’re the first person to stumble into my room in years.”

My eyes widened as he started walking away. “Y-Your room? So...you’re the host here?”

He turned back and raised an eyebrow at me. “You serious?” I nodded. “I created this whole fuckin’ thing. Herogasm is my baby.”

That’s when it finally clicked. “Holy shit, you’re Soldier Boy!”

He grinned at me before he took a sip of his drink.

I couldn’t believe it. I had stumbled into the room of the most famous Supe in the entire world and I didn’t even recognize him at first! God, this couldn’t get any more embarrassing.

“You don’t have to huddle up by the door like a scared kid,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I wasn’t sure if I could take his word for it. I knew he was a Supe and all, and Supes were supposed to protect people, but he did have me locked in his room, while he was naked no less. Well, besides a robe. I’d be helpless against him if he did decide he wanted to hurt me.

Despite knowing this, I still slowly got to my feet. He was pouring up another glass as I walked further into his giant room. It was like the size of my living room and kitchen combined. I was in awe of it so much that I could hear Soldier Boy chuckling to himself. He extended a glass to me and gestured to the bed. I took the glass, hesitantly, and sat down.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Bourbon,” he responded. “Some of the best shit money can buy.”

I wasn’t much of a drinker. I could smell the strong, alcoholic scent before even raising the glass to my lips. I took a small sip and immediately cringed at the stinging feeling that ran down my throat. Soldier Boy laughed.

“That’s God awful,” I groaned.

“You just don’t appreciate fine alcohol,” he said.

“I appreciate it when it doesn’t taste like battery acid,” I retorted. “What are you doing in here, anyways? If you created this...thing, shouldn’t you be partaking?”

He grunted and took another mouthful of his own drink. I figured that was the best I would be getting from him.

“How did you get in?” he asked. “It’s invite only, and usually the only non-Supes invited are hookers.”

I looked down at my glass again, debating on taking another sip. “My friend hooked up with a Supe who gave her the invite. She lied at the door and told them I had been invited, too.”

“Then she ditched you?”

I nodded. “Probably getting her pussy super-stretched as we speak.”

That made him laugh. I felt some sense of pride at that. The most famous Supe in the world was laughing at my jokes. That had to be bragging rights.

“Sounds like a shit friend, then,” he commented.

“No, she is a good friend. She’s very...sexually liberated. This type of thing is very up her alley. Me, not so much.”

“Then why did she take you here?”

I gazed down at the glass of auburn liquid. The memory of my recent breakup brought back all my negative emotions. With one swift gulp, I finished the contents of the glass. I shuddered as it burned down my throat.

“My boyfriend of four years dumped me,” I said. “Just woke up one day and told me he didn’t feel the same way anymore. After we had just moved in together a few months prior.”

Soldier Boy whistled. “That sounds rough.”

“It was the worst fucking day of my life,” I muttered. “Maria, my friend, I guess she thought a super-sex party would be the best way to get me to move on. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and all that.”

“That never works. Trust me.”

Oh, there was a story there. I could tell. One that was probably connected to the reason he wasn’t participating in his own orgy. Normally, I wouldn’t pry. I didn’t know Soldier Boy. He would probably forget all about me once I left his room. But the bourbon was starting to get to me. I found myself leaning forward, close enough that I could smell his aftershave.

“What happened?” I asked him. “What made you not want to participate in Herogasm?”

He looked at me. I could tell he was debating on telling me. I wasn’t sure if I should push the issue further than those questions, even if my curiosity was getting the best of me.

Finally, he sighed and said, “My girl left me because of one of these things.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I couldn’t even remember who Soldier Boy’s “girl” was in that moment.

“We used to host together,” he explained. “Once a year, we would allow each other to fuck whoever we wanted at Herogasm. One night, one meaningless orgy, and that was it. Then, a few years back, she comes to me the day after Herogasm and she tells me that she met someone that night. I don’t know, I guess they talked in between the fucking or some shit. She dumped me on the spot for the guy. Took all of her shit and left that same day.”

Okay, definitely a lot worse than my sob story. My ex completely shattered my heart, sure, but he didn’t leave me for someone else. Especially not someone that he fucked in our own house, during a party that we were hosting together. Even if they had an agreement that they could sleep around during Herogasm, that was a huge hit to trust. One that I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten over in his shoes.

“Since then, I haven’t participated,” he continued. “I’ll host, since it’s my creation, but I usually just walk around, make sure everything is going okay and everyone is having a good time, then I hide away in here until everyone gets too tired from the fucking and either leaves or falls asleep.”

“Why keep hosting it if you don’t want to participate anymore?” I asked. “Why not hand it off to someone else?”

“Because it’s my thing. I created it, and it got bigger than I could’ve ever imagined. I thought about cancelling it after Countess left me, but it’s become this huge thing to Supes and their groupies. I don’t want to disappoint anyone by cancelling it, and I wouldn’t want anyone else stealing it from me and making it a shit version of what it used to be.”

Before I could respond, there was a bang against his door. We both jumped and turned towards the door. Judging by the rhythmic beating on the door and the shouts of pleasure, it was just a couple that had decided to use Soldier Boy’s door as another fuck place. I chuckled and turned back to him. My laughter died out, though, once I realized how close we had gotten to one another. My face was mere inches away from his. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. The closeness made my heart start pounding a little harder.

The alcohol had definitely kicked in because I did something that was very unlike me in that moment: I leaned forward and kissed him.

He was receptive right away. His free hand moved to hold the back of my head. His lips moved perfectly in time with mine. His tongue slid against my lower lip, asking permission for entrance, and I gave it to him. I let my empty glass fall to the floor, luckily the fall being cushioned by a rug next to his bed, while he placed his on the nightstand next to the bed without breaking our kiss. In one swift movement, he moved me so that I was straddling his lap, not once breaking our kiss.

His hands explored my body, running down the sides of my torso, to my hips, then over my ass. He grabbed the meaty flesh there, rocking my hips forward unintentionally (or maybe it was intentional) against him. His cock was growing hard and I could feel that the tip was starting to peak out from his robe. Suddenly, I felt very overdressed compared to him, and I wanted to change that.

I broke away and Soldier Boy watched with lust filled eye as I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it onto the floor. I stood from his lap to unbutton my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of him, just in my lingerie. Realizing how naked I was, I felt a little shy suddenly. Like I wanted to cover myself up or make all the light in the room disappear so that he couldn’t see me. But when he pulled me forward again, standing me between his open legs, and leaned forward to start kissing over the exposed skin of my stomach, the insecurities melted away into desire again.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Don’t you dare think of hiding this beautiful body away from me.”

I was shocked that he knew what I was thinking, but I didn’t have time to figure out how he knew. His hands were on me again, pulling me down onto his lap and then quickly turning the two of us so that I was laying beneath him on the bed. I could feel him pressing against my inner thigh as he kissed me again, a pool of wetness starting to fill in my panties.

He moved one hand between my legs, opening them up for him, and ran his finger over the clothed material. I gasped and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth again.

“You’re already so wet,” he noted. “How long has it been since you were touched?”

The answer was a bit embarrassing. That probably should’ve been the first sign that my relationship was going downhill, but I was too naïve to notice that we hadn’t been having sex. Or maybe just too blind to the downfalls of my relationship.

When I didn’t answer, he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger into me. The sudden protruding felt painful at first. I dug my nails into his arms hard, but didn’t leave any marks or didn’t seem to hurt him in any way. He slowly started thrusting his finger in an out of me until the pain turned to pleasure, and then he added a second finger.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he commented. “That asshole must not have stretched this pussy out in a long time. Either that, or he had a microdick.”

His fingers gained speed. I could hear them becoming wetter and wetter every time he thrusted them inwards. I was well beyond cloud nine, probably cloud twenty at this rate. Whenever I opened my eyes all I could see was stars, and Soldier Boy’s face watching me as I came undone beneath him. He was an expert in ways I could only dream of, reaching places I didn’t even know could feel so good. He had me on the edge of my orgasm, when suddenly the pleasure was ripped away as he pulled his fingers from me.

I whined, trying to reach for him to get the feeling back. But he pulled away from me, putting the two fingers covered in my slick into his mouth and sucking them dry.

“You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” he said.

“Please,” was all I could manage. It almost sounded pathetic how desperate I sounded.

He smirked down at me. “I’ll give you what you want. I just want you to cum on my dick instead of on my fingers.”

He sat up and untied his robe, throwing it to the floor along with the other discarded clothes. His cock finally sprang free, standing at attention against his stomach. My eyes widened at how big he was. I should’ve anticipated it, I figured most Supe men were probably well hung, but it a shock none the less. I wondered if I would even be able to take his whole length.

He spit on his hand to lube himself up, moved my panties to the side again, and then lined his tip up with my entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he began to push into me.

My gasps and moans filled the room as he slowly slid into me, inch by inch, almost at a painfully slow rate. I felt so full with him completely inside of me. I could feel the burn of him stretching me out around his girth, but even the burn felt like pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back down to me. I kissed him again, hungrily, desperately, and he got my silent message to start moving.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters. It felt so good to feel him pushing in and out of me. His dick was so long that I could feel it not only poking my g-spot, but absolutely abusing it with every thrust. It sent shockwaves of pleasure through me that I wasn’t even sure I had felt before. My head fell back onto the pillow, letting moans tumble from my lips as they felt the need to.

“F-Fuck,” I breathed. “S-Soldier Boy.”

“Ben,” he said, not breaking his pace. “Call me Ben.”

“Ben,” I moaned instead. Definitely a better name to say in bed. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Yeah? I think I can tell.”

I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he had a cocky smirk on his face.

I ran my hands from his shoulders down his toned back to his ass. I gave it a squeeze, urging him to go faster. I could feel my high coming back, and I desperately needed to chase it. He did as I wanted and his thrusts became faster, rougher. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts. He took hold of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, giving himself a better vantage point for his rough thrusts. I screamed out as his dick pounded against my g-spot, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I can feel you’re close,” he said. “I can feel this fucking pussy getting tighter. Cum all over my cock. You can do it, beautiful, I know you can.”

His words of praise and encouragement sent me toppling over the edge. Stars exploded from my vision as my body trembled and convulsed around him. It was the hardest I could ever remember orgasming in my life, and it was definitely the best orgasm I could remember having. I felt like I was flying off of the bed and high into the sky, never to return to Earth again.

If it weren’t for Ben above me, still thrusting and whispering words of praise into my ear, I probably would’ve thought I had actually floated away.

His release came shortly after my own. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me before he was coating my walls. His arms tightened around me as he rode out his own orgasm, grinding into me until he has squeezed every last drop into me. He pushed himself up so he could look down at me again.

“You look fucking gorgeous after being filled with my cum,” he commented.

I felt myself grow hot at the compliment, but my body felt too heavy to cover myself.

“Are you...are you on the pill or anything?” he asked. “I probably should’ve thought of that before, but I was kind of...busy. I can get you a plan b. We have plenty of those lying around for this day.”

I lazily shook my head. “I’m good. I’ve been on birth control since I was a teenager. Besides, I don’t think Supes can reproduce, can they?”

“We’ve been unsuccessful in that field thus far. Thank God.”

I started to chuckle, but it turned to a gasp as I felt him pulling his soft cock out of me. Even when it was soft, it was big. I could hardly believe all of that fit inside of me.

He took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs, gazing at the mess he had left between them.

“That’s a fucking beautiful sight,” he commented. I rolled my eyes and tried to close my legs, but he quickly held them open. “No, let me see this for another little bit at least.”

“You’re fucking weird.”

“You just fucked me, what does that say about you?”

He eventually climbed back into his bed next to me. I could still hear the orgy raging on outside of the door. I chuckled to myself, causing Ben to look over at me and arch an eyebrow.

“I fucked a Supe at the Supe orgy,” I explained. “But just one Supe, and it was the guy who created the whole fucking thing. I was planning on leaving when I stumbled into your room.”

“Well, thank God you didn’t.”

He put an arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

“Maybe getting under someone does help you get over someone,” I said. “I don’t even remember my ex’s name now.”

His chest vibrated as he laughed. “That is a good thing. If you find yourself remembering, though, you know where I live. You can always come over and I’ll help you forget again.”

I looked up at him. “Really? This wasn’t a one time thing?”

“I don’t intend for it to be. Did you?” I shook my head. “Okay, good. Since we’re on the same page, my offer still stands. Although, the offer actually extends to any time you want to come over, for any reason. Not just for some rebound sex.”

“That’s a dangerous offer. In a house this big, a bed this big, I might never want to leave. I might just live in this bed, honestly.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

We both laughed as he pulled me in to kiss my forehead. I made a mental note to thank Maria for dragging me to the super-fuck party when I finally found her again. Turns out, it wasn’t such a bad time after all.

[fanficgirlysmhh]

Title: At what Cost

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Warnings: fighting, swearing, emotional distress

Word count: ~3200

Summary: love isnt always easy

The silence between you and Jude is unbearable. The house in Madrid feels too big, too quiet, and far too empty, even with him in it. It’s been five years since you moved here, leaving behind everything you loved in London. Five years of loving him fiercely, but also five years of missing yourself.

You’re sitting at the kitchen table, your laptop closed, untouched for the day. You’d tried to distract yourself with work, studying, or anything else, but nothing could shake the storm brewing inside you.

Jude walks in, his bag slung over his shoulder, fresh from training. His presence fills the room, but the emptiness in your chest remains.

“Hey,” he says, offering you a small smile as he sets his bag down. “Long day. You okay?”

You look up at him, your emotions barely held together. “Do you ever think about what I gave up to be here?”

The question hangs in the air. Jude freezes, caught off guard. “What?”

“I left my job, my friends, my family… my life. For you,” you say, your voice trembling. “And now I’m here, in Madrid, in this huge house, feeling like I don’t belong. Feeling like I’ve lost myself.”

Jude steps closer, his expression tightening. “What are you talking about? You’ve always known this is my career, my dream.”

“I know!” you cry, your voice cracking. “And I’ve supported you every step of the way, haven’t I? But what about me, Jude? What about my dreams? My life? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jude’s face hardens, his frustration evident. “You act like I’m the villain here. You knew what you were signing up for when you moved here. You knew football was my life.”

“And you’re mine!” you yell, tears spilling over now. “But it feels like I’m not even a part of yours anymore. Do you know how lonely I’ve been? How overwhelming it is to watch you live this big, glamorous life while I’m here, drowning?”

Jude runs a hand through his hair, his voice rising to match yours. “I’m doing this for us! Everything I do, it’s to build a life for us! And you don’t even try to make this work. You could get a job, make friends, do something other than sit here waiting for me!”

The words cut deep. You stare at him, hurt and disbelief swirling in your chest. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Just sitting around, waiting for you?”

“Well, isn’t it?” he snaps, but there’s regret in his eyes the moment the words leave his mouth.

You take a shaky breath, the tears now falling freely. “I don’t go out because I hate the spotlight. I hate the cameras, the questions, the way people look at me like I’m just your arm candy. And then there are the photos—photos of you with other women, Jude. Always other women.”

“They mean nothing,” he says firmly, his voice softening. “They’re just photos, and you know that.”

“But they mean something to me!” you shout, the pain in your voice raw. “Because I’m the one here, fighting to keep this together, while you’re out there living a life that feels like it doesn’t include me anymore. I moved my entire life for you, Jude, and I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Fuck”

—-

The fight leaves both of you drained. You stand there in the kitchen, the tension so thick you can barely breathe. Jude stares at you, his chest rising and falling as he processes everything you’ve just said.

“I don’t know what to say,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shake your head, brushing past him. “I don’t want to hear anything right now.”

You leave the room and retreat upstairs, the weight of the argument pressing down on you. You cry yourself to sleep that night, unsure of what the morning will bring.

—-

When you wake up, your eyes are swollen from crying, your chest still heavy with emotion. You grab your phone, intending to scroll mindlessly in an attempt to numb the pain. But the first thing you see stops you in your tracks.

It’s an Instagram post. Jude’s Instagram post.

There’s a carousel of photos—one of you and him in London when you first started dating, one of you laughing on the couch in your Madrid home, one of you kissing his cheek after a match. The caption reads:

“Five years ago, I met the love of my life. She moved across countries for me, gave up everything to be by my side, and never stopped believing in me, even when I didn’t make it easy.

She hates the spotlight, so you won’t see her at every event. But she’s the reason I get up every morning and give everything I have. Because without her, none of this would mean anything.

I love you. More than football, more than anything. I don’t say it enough, but I couldn’t bear a life without you. Thank you for staying, even when it’s hard. I promise I’ll do better.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you scroll through the comments—fans and teammates alike praising the post, sending love and support. For the first time, it feels like the world knows who you really are, not just Jude Billingham’s girlfriend, but his partner, his anchor.

You set the phone down and head downstairs, your heart pounding.

Jude is sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks up when he hears you, his expression uncertain.

“I saw your post,” you say softly, your voice thick with emotion.

He stands, setting the coffee aside. “I meant every word.”

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. He holds you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. I want to fix this—I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your hands resting on his chest. “I don’t want you to give up your dream, Jude. I just need to feel like I have a life too. Like I’m not losing myself for us.”

“Then let’s figure it out,” he says, his hands cupping your face. “You can split your time between London and Madrid. Take your old job back if you want. And when football’s done, we’ll move back to London for good. That’s always been the plan, hasn’t it?”

You nod, tears spilling over again. “I can wait for that. As long as we’re in this together.”

You stay there in his arms, the weight of the past few days slowly lifting. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.

For now, it’s enough.

[blackenedsnow]

Hello! I love your writing and I hope you're having a good day/night! Could you do Sonic dating someone with social anxiety and is also an introvert? I struggle with social anxiety myself and have a hard time speaking up sometimes, especially with new people. Sonic is a comfort character of mine that I'd think would do his best to help their anxious partner in situations where they're overwhelmed. Take your time write this! No pressure at all!❤️

sonic dating a reader with anxiety ; headcanons

WARNING: Anxiety

PAIRING: Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader

NOTE: Thank you so much for trusting me with this request! I poured a lot into Sonic’s support here. Remember, there’s no pressure to be anything other than yourself here. Take care, and know you’re never alone in this! ❤️

Sonic had always been able to talk to anyone without a second thought, so it took him a little while to fully grasp the extent of your social anxiety.

At first, he’d notice that you’d freeze up or look uncomfortable when around new people, or that you’d stay in the background at gatherings.

But once he understood, it clicked for him in a big way.

The idea of his favorite person being scared or overwhelmed really tugged at his heart, and he made a silent promise to help in every way he could.

Whether it’s a small gathering with his friends or a larger event, Sonic keeps you close, always aware of your comfort level.

If he sees you start to withdraw or tense up, he’ll step in smoothly.

Sometimes it’s with a joke to defuse the situation, sometimes with a quick distraction, or just a comforting hand on your shoulder as if to say, “I’ve got you. You’re not alone.”

Sonic is very perceptive of when things start to become too much for you.

If you’re at a crowded place and he notices you’re feeling uneasy, he’ll lean in with a gentle,

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?”

If you nod, he’ll flash you a reassuring smile, and in an instant, he’ll whisk you away to a quieter corner or outside where you can catch your breath.

He’s never pushy, always giving you the option to leave if that’s what you need.

Sonic has a knack for knowing when to use his lighthearted, playful approach to help lift the weight off your shoulders.

Sonic quickly picked up on the times when speaking up felt impossible for you.

If you’re at a restaurant and struggling to order or around others who are dominating the conversation, he’ll step in for you without missing a beat.

“Hey, can we get a little more space here?” or “Mind if we let my amazing partner share their thoughts?”

His casual way of giving you room to express yourself makes things a bit easier, knowing he’s on your side.

Sonic’s always hyper-aware in crowded spaces.

He’s like a human (or, well, hedgehog) shield, positioning himself so you’re buffered from the hustle and bustle.

He’ll keep you close, sometimes holding your hand tightly, or if you’re really nervous, he’ll even wrap his arm around you protectively.

Sonic’s not usually one for PDA, but he’ll make an exception to help you feel safe and grounded.

Sonic celebrates your small victories, knowing how much courage it takes.

Whether it’s speaking up in a group, meeting a new friend, or even just making it through a social outing, he’ll always be there with a proud smile, a high-five, or a quick

“You did awesome, I’m so proud of you!”

It’s never over-the-top or embarrassing—just Sonic’s way of reminding you that every step counts.

Sonic knows that sometimes, you just need to be alone to recharge.

He doesn’t take it personally; in fact, he admires how self-aware you are about your own needs.

If you let him know you need a day to yourself, he’ll give you space without hesitation.

But of course, he’ll check in with a quick text like,

“Hope you’re doing okay! Take all the time you need. Catch you soon, alright?” so you know he’s thinking of you.

When Sonic senses your anxiety building up, he’ll subtly try to get you laughing, often with something silly just to lighten the mood.

He’s not afraid to make a fool of himself if it means you’ll feel a little less tense.

Sonic doesn’t shy away from asking if you’re okay when he notices you’ve been unusually quiet or down.

His usual upbeat tone softens a bit as he gently checks in,

“You seem a little off—wanna talk about it?”

He’s a great listener, and even if you find it hard to talk about your feelings, he’ll give you all the time you need, never rushing or judging.

Even though Sonic will step in when you need it, he also encourages you to find ways to work through your social anxiety at your own pace.

He’ll suggest small steps, always patient and gentle, understanding that it takes time.

“Wanna try saying hi to Knuckles on your own today?” he’ll ask with an encouraging grin.

He’s proud of every little step you take.

Above all, Sonic’s love for you is constant, patient, and kind.

He never makes you feel ashamed or like you’re a burden.

He sees your social anxiety as a part of you, not something that defines you.

To him, you’re amazing just as you are, and he’s always there, ready to support you no matter what.

[yungistiny]

Selfish Waltz ═ chapter seven

[ J. YH + S. MG ]

chapter seven: we want you

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summary: yunho had been love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

note: reader and the boys are not kpop idols in this

warning: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, just lots of smut

pairings: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 4.4K

chapter six

chapter 8

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“What?”

Yunho was trying to understand what Mingi was saying but couldn’t for the life of him wrap his head around it.

“Who do you think gave her the idea?”

They were interrupted by Yunho’s dad stepping outside. “Boys, dinners ready and it’s freezing out here.” It felt like they were kids again, being ushered into the house after being outside playing all day.

Yunho sent one last look towards Mingi before following his dad back inside. He was so confused, Mingi’s words on a broken loop in his head.

He needed another drink.

Yunho skipped dinner, grabbing an entire bottle of wine out of the kitchen and sneaking his way upstairs. He stopped a moment at the view of the upstairs Christmas tree he had seen from outside.

The white lights twinkled, tree decorated with red ornaments and golden bows. He took a long swig of the wine, wiping his chin with his sleeve as excess dribbled down.

He was so distracted by the tree he hadn’t noticed y/n follow him. “Yunho?” Her voice was like a slap to the face.

“Who do you think gave her the idea?”

He turned around sharply, sliding past her, searching for a room to just escape from everything. “Not now, y/n!” He needed to think. He needed to make sense of Mingi’s words. He couldn’t do that with her around.

She had a way of drowning him in her presence, drowning him in everything that is her and it was impossible to come up for air.

“We need to talk.” She was following him, repeating the same words Mingi had earlier.

“I can’t…” Yunho found a guest room, slipping inside with no escape of y/n. “I can’t do this right now.”

“So what?” Y/N folded her arms across her chest watching him drink from the bottle of wine. “Are you just gonna ignore it and get drunk?”

Yunho felt himself snap before he could stop. Everything was just too overwhelming for him at the moment. He scoffed. “I’m sorry, excuse me if I need time to process myself fucking my best friend who’s dating my other best friend who apparently planned the entire thing! I’m sorry I need a moment!”

Silence enveloped them, Yunho taking another gulp of the wine. “I…. I can tell you everything…” y/n voice was quiet, nervous. She never had her best friend so mad at her, not in all the ten years of their friendship.

Yunho looked at her, the way she held her arms around herself, avoiding his gaze and fucking felt like an asshole. He sat the bottle of wine down, walking towards her and gently placing his hands on each side of her face, pressing his forehead down against her own.

He was doing it again. Submerging, drowning in her depths as if he didn’t know how to swim.

“Then tell me.” He unconsciously backed y/n up against the wall, his hands moving from her face to cage her in, planting on the wall behind her on each side of her head. “Tell me.” He repeated pulling his head back so he could see her.

Y/N reached to grip at the black suit jacket he wore, too nervous to meet his gaze. “I…. I didn’t plan Mingi…. he just kind of….” She wasn’t sure how to describe the way Mingi practically shoved his way into her heart. She had no idea she’d fall for him. She never looked at him in anyway really other then a friend before the night they first got together. But it didn’t change anything.

She was also still in love with Yunho.

“I’ve….” Does she tell him? Surely it was beyond time to finally get everything out in the open. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

There it was. Yunho froze. She was in love with him? Oh the universe truly hated him. Why did he have to be so terrified of making a move for so long? Why did he wait until he got back home to finally want to? Why did she never say anything?

Yunho jumped back, pulling away from her as the door opened behind them, interrupting them before Yunho could spill his feelings. Mingi stared at them, gaze moving from Yunho who had snatched the bottle of wine back up, to y/n who was frozen in place still against the wall.

There was a thick tension between the three that Mingi decided to cut in half as quickly as possible before it suffocated them. “I’m assuming you want an explanation?”

Yunho looked at him, wiping at the excess wine that had dribbled down his chin. “You planned this, didn’t you..” he knew it by the glint in Mingi’s eyes behind the rim of his glasses. By the way his best friend was trying to subdue the grin wanting to stretch upon his lips.

Mingi walked over, passing by y/n, his hand gliding around her hips to bring himself behind her, chin resting on her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her. This time he did grin. “It’s not like I was gonna be able to keep her all to myself with the way you’ve been pining after her since we were teenagers.”

Yunho glared at him. “Exactly!” He wasn’t even going to try and deny it. “You know how I feel about her and you still got with her behind my back!” He was starting to yell, breath heaving as he finally snapped.

The truth was coming all out in the open.

Y/N had no idea why Mingi was trying to rile Yunho up, her hand reaching up to pinch his arm. He pouted at her before turning his gaze back on his best friend. “I told you over and over again to tell her, that if you didn’t someone else was going to instead.” Mingi shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t help that someone ended up being me.”

“Mingi, stop…” y/n pinched him again. His teasing and antagonizing was not helping anything, especially since both Yunho and Mingi had been drinking. Y/N could also smell the scent of weed on both of them.

Yunho was gripping the bottle of wine by the neck tightly in his hand, jaw clenched. “I was going to tell you…..” might as well be completely honest at this point. His gaze moved from glaring at Mingi to y/n in his arms. “when I got back, I had this whole plan on how….” Yunho chuckled humorously, turning his gaze onto the hardwood floor.

“You were right” He met Mingi’s eyes, his anger gone just left with regret. “I should have told her a long time ago.”

“Tell her now.” Mingi wanted him to. Wanted Yunho to finally say it, get it all out so all three of them can move forward.

“What do you want from me?” Yunho ignored Mingi’s pushing, his stubbornness getting the best of him. “You wanted me to…..”

“We want you.” Y/N interrupted him, her hands placing themselves on Mingi’s arms wrapped around her. “What?” We? They wanted him? Wanted him to what?

“It’s 2024 Yunho,” Mingi rolled his eyes at his best friend’s lost expression. “polyamory is normal.” His words cut through Yunho’s confusion, the reality of what was happening slapping him in the face. Both of them. Y/N wanted both of them. Both of them want her. And it’s not like Yunho was jealous, it truly confused him on how he hadn’t been jealous of Mingi.

Every time Yunho heard them in Mingi’s room, he was never jealous. He just wanted to be there with them. Remembering the dream he had had that morning caused his ears to turn red.

It was like something shifted, a new tension snapped between them all.

Yunho sat the half empty wine bottle down, moving to stand right in front of his two best friends, gaze meeting Mingi’s heated one before he once again grabbed y/n chin, making her look at him.

“I believe you were going to tell me how we got here…” His voice was much deeper now, gaze much darker but filled with so much emotion and want that it took y/n a moment to find her words.

It was almost overwhelming being between them, Mingi still wrapped around her from behind and Yunho towering over her from the front.

Her voice came out breathless when she felt Mingi pull her scarf from around her neck, kissing the exposed marked skin, once, twice, a little bite, three times and then went back to resting his chin on her shoulder as Yunho never broke his gaze with her own, still gently gripping her chin.

“Ok…”

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“He hates us.” Y/N stood in the living room, arms folded around herself as she waited while Mingi helped Yunho with taking his bags to his room. The second Mingi reappeared, guilty and hurt expression on his face, y/n was suddenly conflicted.

Six months ago she was completely in love with Yunho, had been since she realized it after coming back home after freshman year of college. Too afraid to say or do anything in fear of losing her best friend.

Because Yunho would never feel that way about her. Right? They’d known each other since they were twelve years old so surely if he shared her feelings he would have made a move?

That’s what she had always thought until after a few weeks after her and Mingi started dating her, boyfriend let everything slip.

“He’s been in love with you since we were sixteen. Just pining after you for years and no matter how many times I have pushed him to say something, he was always too afraid to.”

The fact that Yunho had been in love with her for so long felt like a punch to the gut.

“He’s hates me.” Mingi corrected her, shaking his head as he pulled her into his arms. “You?” He leaned his forehead down to rest against her own. “He couldn’t hate you if he wanted to.”

Mingi’s hold on her tightened, a sudden fear had slapped him the moment he saw Yunho at the party. Not fear of his best friend hating him though that too was giving him anxiety. No.

He feared he was about to lose y/n. He knew she loved Yunho, she had confessed it to him one night high months before Yunho had left. It’s why Mingi had kept pushing his best friend to hurry and make a move.

Y/N saw the scared look in his eyes that he tried hard to hide. She felt the way he held her as if he were afraid the second he let her go she’d disappear. She reached a hand up to place on the back of his neck. “Mingi….”

Y/N had been dancing around the realization she had come to for a few days now but now she just wanted to say it. Let the scared boyfriend holding onto her know that he had nothing to fear. “I love you.”

Mingi froze. He had been in this situation many times. Those three words said to him on multiple different occasions. He would hear them and run. Love scared the shit out of him.

Watching his parents go through a very difficult and painful divorce at only nine years old, Mingi swore he’d never fall into the emotion.

He realizes now that you can’t fight it without knocking your ass out. And when you come to, it’s pretty fucking good. If it weren’t for who the person was that finally had Mingi give in, he was sure Yunho would fall to his knees in dramatic joy at his best friend finally falling in love.

Mingi crashed his lips against hers, pulling her flushed against him. All his emotions, the love that he now felt that wasn’t just friendly at all, pouring out of him in that kiss.

He hoped Yunho was going to bed. Hoped his best friend had his earbuds in or at least nearby. Y/N gasped into the kiss as Mingi lifted her, carrying her to his, their, room. One arm held her while he used his free hand to pull her shirt over her head, slinging it into the bathroom quickly followed by her black sheer bra he just ripped in a haste.

His mouth was on her instantly, taking a nipple into his mouth as he pushed his bedroom door open with his foot. Y/N almost giggled at the way he dropped her on the bed causing her to bounce as he quickly turned around to shut his door, making notice of the way there was no light peeking under Yunho’s own door across the hall. He was asleep. Mingi had never been more happy about jet lag.

He dropped to his knees practically crawling to y/n where she now sat up at the edge of the bed. His hands glided up her legs, squeezing at her thighs in her pants. He made quick work discarding them and her sheer black panties off of her, arms pushing under her legs to pull her towards him, face now flushed with her soaking pussy.

Mingi looked up at her, grinning and nodding his head back towards his mirror. “Watch us.” His voice was commanding and deep before diving his tongue inside her. After the second swipe of Mingi’s tongue against her, y/n was already beginning to moan loudly, her gaze locked on the reflection of them in the mirror.

Mingi pulled back, a whine escaping y/n when he was no longer face buried into her cunt. “You have to be quiet…” he looked towards the closed door. “Yunho’s sleeping.”

“Seriously?” Y/N hissed at him, being quiet was impossible! Mingi held a finger up to his lips, smirking as he shushed her before diving his tongue back into her aching cunt, sucking her clit into his mouth.

Y/N darted a hand out to grip at Mingi’s hair, pulling at the strands causing him to growl against her and for another moan to escape her followed by a gasp when Mingi slapped her clit. “I said be quiet.”

Y/N glared at him before slapping a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans and gripping Mingi’s hair tightly, pulling it every time he sucked her clit. Her legs tried tightening around him but Mingi held them down in place, burying his tongue into her hole, bridge of his nose rubbing her swollen clit.

She was so close, only two more nudges of his nose and y/n was cumming, legs shaking and moaning loudly into her hand. Mingi moaned into her cunt as she pull his hair even tighter in her grip as she rolled out her orgasm.

He loosened his grip on her legs, kissing his way up her body, pausing to kiss and swirl his tongue around one of her hardened nipples.

“Fuck…” he was growing impatient and just needed to be buried inside her right now! Mingi yanked his jacket off followed by his shirt, both getting tossed to the floor.

His pants were on the floor just as quickly, his underwear straining against his hardened dick, aching for her. Y/N reached for him, Mingi letting her pulls his black Calvin Kleins down, kicking them off once they pooled at his feet.

Hands glided her legs as far open they could spread and Mingi would forever be thankful for the invention of birth control as he guided his length with one hand into her raw and bare. His other hand gripped at y/n ankle, pulling her leg up to prop against his shoulder.

A choked sob left y/n when Mingi sank into her, bottoming out. How was she not supposed to make a noise? His tip reaching that spot deep in her, that slight graze to her g spot eliciting a loud crying moan that almost seemed to echo in the room.

“Be quiet…” Mingi growled against her neck, breath panting against her skin before he kissed her throat, rising up to stand on his knees, starting an already fast past of thrusts.

Another loud moan ripped from y/n as she clenched around Mingi, the sensation of her tightness grasping him causing a deep loud moan and three words to escape him. “I love you.”

“Mingi…” y/n was gone, no longer caring if Yunho heard them, then the thought of him hearing them, waking up and catching them in the act seemed to only have her clench Mingi again, tighter this time. His words and her imagination sending her almost completely over the edge.

“You have got to be quite” Mingi scolded his girlfriend as he rolled his hips, tip of his dick hitting y/n g spot every time, his right hand gripping her leg he had propped up against his shoulder.

He had no intention of waking Yunho up because y/n was very loud, very verbal when he had her on the edge of euphoria. “You’re doing it on purpose.” He noted when y/n smirked at him. Mingi reached his hand up covering her mouth, gripping just enough to muffle her as he felt her clench around him, her orgasm ready to spill out.

Y/N muffled scream and moans against Mingi’s hand we’re barely kept quiet as her orgasm hit her, legs shaking, white spots in her vision and a sob leaving her as she grew overstimulated as Mingi continued to thrust rapidly, nothing able to silence the loud squelching of skin slapping skin as he his hips rutted and a loud moaning groan escaped him as he came feeling y/n up.

His hand still holding her one leg up, fingers gliding slowly down as Mingi gently collapsed above her, hand removing from y/n mouth as his head nuzzled atop her breast, hips rutting up softly to pull himself out of her, his cum leaking out his girlfriend and staining the sheets.

After a long moment that was filled with both their pants and heavy breathing, hearts slowly calming and no longer beating erratically. “He hates me.” Mingi closed his eyes as y/n ran her hands up and down his back as he listened to the now steady beat of her heart.

“He could never hate you.” Her words did little to make Mingi feel less guilty, especially after what they had just done whilst Yunho slept right across the hall.

Mingi sat there a long moment, thinking, his mind conjuring up a crazy idea that just might actually work out. “What if….” He paused, not sure how y/n would react to his proposition. “what if Yunho joins us?”

Y/N was still coming back down from her orgasm high, Mingi’s question not registering to her yet. “What?”

“You know…. like I’m your boyfriend….. he’ll also be your boyfriend….” Mingi rolled off of her, staring up at his ceiling, waiting, nervous. What if y/n thought he was crazy.

Y/N sat up on her elbows, looking down at her boyfriend with a perplexed look on her face. “You mean like…. share?”

“Many couples do it now days.” Ming sat up next to her completely serious now. “You love me……” he gulped, biting his bottom lip, hand reaching for her own and intertwining them together. “but you love him too.”

There was no way y/n could lie to him because he was right. There will always be a part of her longing and in love with Jeong Yunho. “You won’t get jealous?”

“Of Yunho?” Mingi snorted like the idea of being jealous of his best friend was absolutely hilariously absurd. “Never.”

“You’re serious? You want me to date both of you? At the same time?” Y/N was trying to wrap her head around it and thought it wasn’t crazy at all. She had been inseparable from Yunho and Mingi for over a decade, dating them both just made sense in a way.

“How do we get him in?” Now she was just ready to have Yunho in their little bubble. Ready to finally be able to have her best friend the way she had been imagining for a while now.

Mingi was thinking, he knew Yunho almost better than Yunho knew himself. “He’s certainly not gonna make a move now that he knows we’re together….” Yunho would never, at least… Mingi was like 80% sure he wouldn’t. “you’ll have to make a move first.”

“Me?” Y/N couldn’t even tell Yunho she was in love with him all this time and now Mingi wanted her to make the first move on him?

“It’ll be easy.” Mingi assured her, gaze lingering to the gap at the bottom of his bedroom. A shadow passed by. Yunho was awake. “All you have to do is…. push him. Tease him.” He smirked. “Be a brat…. Yunho likes that shit.”

Y/N blushed. She had no idea what Yunho liked when it came to sex, they never talked about it to each other except the time y/n drunkenly told him the guy she had been seeing at that time was the worst pussy eater she’d ever seen.

“He’s awake…” Mingi reached a hand to trace his fingers around her neck, gaze lingering on her tits. “let him see you all fucked out, that pretty post orgasm glow you got.”

Y/N hesitated, nervous, as Mingi handed her one of his shirts to throw on. She grabbed her discarded panties off the floor, pulling them back up her legs. “What do I do?”

Mingi crawled across the bed to her, sheets tangled around his waist. “Just be you but..” he stood on his knees, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards him. “the you I see. The you that likes to tease and drive me crazy.”

“You want me to seduce him.” Y/N shook her head, laughing quietly. “You want to, so stop holding back.” Mingi kissed her before giving her a gentle shove towards the door, smacking her ass causing y/n to glare at him playfully before she opened the door, leaving it gapped open behind her.

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Yunho was standing with his arms folded across his chest, staring at them, gaze lingering back and forth between Y/N and Mingi. “You left that door open on purpose, didn’t you?”

He remembered vividly the image of y/n riding Mingi, their reflection through the mirror that night. The first night he had gotten himself off to them.

“Actually…” Mingi smirked. “I told her to.” He kissed y/n neck, trailing his lips up her jaw, his gaze heated with a hint of mischief as he placed one more kiss on her jawline before turning back to Yunho.

“Moaning loud… sex every night….” Yunho was only looking at Mingi this time. “all of that was on purpose?” His gaze lingered back to y/n, her face flushed from Mingi and his wondering hands and lips.

“That night at the club…” Yunho unfolded his arms, reaching to grab y/n chin, gently gripping her to make sure she couldn’t look away from him. All the pieces were being put together. The phone call where he had heard y/n ask Mingi what if something didn’t work… “were you trying to make me jealous?”

Y/N let out a shuddering breath, Yunho’s hand gripping her and Mingi’s mouth back on her neck was making it hard for her to really think straight. “Maybe.”

“Did she tell you how she made me jealous?” Yunho slowly leaned his forehead against hers. “How she was letting another guy dance all up on her?”

“What?” Mingi stopped kissing y/n neck, furrowing his brows together. “You what?”

Yunho knew Mingi was a very jealous and possessive person, it was his only toxic trait, something him and Mingi had in common other then their love and desire for the woman between them.

“Remember what you said to Hana?” Yunho let his lips brush against hers, waiting. Y/N couldn’t remember much of her little encounter with Yunho’s ex due to the alcohol and the weed infused gummy that had been in her system.

“How he could ever moan my name why getting his dick sucked by you is beyond me…” yunho recited her words back to her, they were permanently burned in his memory. “because if I was sucking his dick, he wouldn’t be able to remember his own name let alone mine.”

Mingi chuckled deeply, he may be a little possessive at times but so was y/n. Her saying that to Hana would have been priceless to see. “Baby, you’re so bratty.” He teased.

“She doesn’t lie though..” Yunho smirked, holding y/n gaze. “it’s fucking beautiful, an art really, the way she can suck dick.”

Y/N eyes widened at Yunho’s words. “Isn’t it though.” Mingi agreed, matching Yunho’s smirk and watching as his best friend crashed his lips against his girlfriend’s.

Y/N moaned into the kiss as Yunho’s hand moved from her chin to her neck, aligning perfectly at the mark he had left. Mingi’s pupils blown, gaze completely filled with hunger watching the two of them together.

Yunho pulled back panting, thumb tracing the center of her throat in his grip, then he was giggling, glancing at Mingi.

“Sorry for fucking her on your bed.” Then he was laughing because the entire situation was insane. Mingi punched him in the arm. “Asshole.” Then he was laughing with him.

Y/N rolled her eyes at them. This was normal for the two of them. Normal behavior, not strained and tense.

“Did you tell Mingi about the little fantasy you have?” Yunho’s look was dangerous, his smile dark but his gaze hungry. “About how you want me and him both to be buried inside you…. stretching you…”

Y/N whimpered at the thought and Mingi rutted against her from behind. “Is that what you want?” His voice was deep, so thick with desire it was practically growling. “You want me and Yunho to ruin you?”

Y/N had no idea how to respond. They were suffocating her in the best way, their bodies flushed against her, the feel of Mingi already hard in his pants behind her. Yunho’s hand gently gripping her throat, mouth now on her neck, the opposite side where Mingi was with his own lips pressed against her. A whimper bubbled up, escaping her in a needy cry. “Please….”

“You in this?” Mingi reached a hand to tug at Yunho’s sleeve to get his attention. He knew himself and y/n were all in, but he needed Yunho to confirm he wanted this to.

“And if I say yes,” Yunho looked up from kissing at y/n neck, looking at his best friend with a dark, wanting gaze. “what happens?”

Mingi shrugged his shoulders like it was obvious. “Then we go home.”

Yunho looked at y/n, he waited too long to be able to call her his, in this case, theirs.

“I want this.”

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[lilyprettyremy]

Redefining Femininity: Your Guide to Embracing Grace and Inner Strength

Hey love,

Let me tell you about something that’s completely changed the way I see my day-to-day life: stepping into my Soft Girl Era. It’s not just an aesthetic or a mood, it’s a whole mindset that’s about slowing down, showing yourself love, and finding joy in the tiniest things.

And listen, I get it. Life gets crazy, and sometimes we feel like we need to keep up with everything. But honestly? There’s magic in choosing softness and deciding that you deserve the good things, right now. Let me share how I’m doing it and how you can, too:

Romanticize Your Life

I used to wait for big moments to feel good—birthdays, vacations, those rare “perfect” days. But here’s the thing: life isn’t made up of perfect days. It’s the little ones that count! So now, I’m pouring my coffee into the prettiest mug I own, spritzing on perfume even if I’m just staying home, and playing my favorite music while I do my skincare.

Use your best things every day—your fancy candles, your satin pillowcases, your sparkling water in a wine glass. Why not?

Pick one “special” activity you love and make it part of your routine. Journaling, reading a dreamy book, or even sitting outside to watch the sunset can feel like a treat.

Glow Through Your Style

Soft Girl vibes start with wearing what feels good to you—literally and emotionally. For me, that’s cozy knits, flowy dresses, and the kind of jewelry that makes me feel like the main character. I’ve started thrifting pieces that bring me joy and pairing them with staples I already loved.

Go through your closet and pick the pieces that feel like you. Maybe it’s pastels, maybe it’s neutrals—whatever makes you feel soft and confident.

Accessorize! Add gold hoops, a simple hair bow, or your favorite gloss.

Care for Your Heart and Mind

Let’s get real: being soft doesn’t mean being weak. It means being honest with yourself and letting your emotions flow without shame. Lately, I’ve been journaling almost every day—it’s like having a heart-to-heart with myself. Sometimes I even set a timer for 5 minutes and just write everything I feel. It’s so freeing!

Start or end your day with journaling. It doesn’t have to be deep—write about what made you happy or even what annoyed you.

Try a mini reset when things feel overwhelming: sit in silence for a moment, take a deep breath, or cry if you need to. It’s all okay.

Create a Beautiful Space

I used to think my environment didn’t matter much, but wow, was I wrong. When my space feels cozy and pretty, I feel better. Adding fresh flowers, twinkly lights, or even a soft blanket can completely shift the vibe.

Add one small thing to your space that makes you smile—like a cute photo, a plant, or even a thrifted vase.

Try a mini DIY: create a vision board with quotes, pictures, and colors that inspire you. Tape it to your wall or keep it in your journal as a reminder of what you’re working towards.

Nurture Your Relationships

The best part of my Soft Girl Era? Feeling closer to the people I love. I’ve been making an effort to check in with friends, even if it’s just a quick voice note or a funny meme. It’s not about perfection; it’s about connection.

Send that “I miss you” text you’ve been thinking about. It might just make someone’s day.

Be present in conversations. Put down your phone when you’re with people and really listen.

Make time for the relationships that feel good and let go of the ones that don’t.

Softness Is Strength

Choosing softness doesn’t mean you’re fragile, it means you’re strong enough to prioritize joy and kindness in a world that can be harsh. Every time you choose to take care of yourself, you’re showing the world, and yourself, that you’re worth it.

So, let’s lean into this together. Light that candle, grab your coziest sweater, and step into your Soft Girl Era. You deserve a life that feels gentle, beautiful, and completely yours.

What’s one thing you’re doing for your Soft Girl Era today? Let me know—I’d love to hear! 💕

[bebx]

I love your Hwang brothers fics, I sobbed so hard reading funeral pyre and I was wondering if you have any headcanons about the Hwang brothers growing up 🫶 (I want them to be happy so much)

Thank you very much ♡

Hwang Bros Headcanon

*Apologize if it’s not all fluff and happy. I could not help myself. There might be more from me in the future where they got to truly be happy together.

When his step mom was pregnant, In-ho was a little unsure about having a baby brother. Maybe, very deep down, a part of him was worried his dad would replace him with the new kid and he’d be “left behind”.

He, of course, kept his worries to himself.

However, the first time he met and held baby Jun-ho, all wrapped up burrito style in a blanket, baby Jun-ho wrapped his tiny, tiny hand around In-ho’s finger, and In-ho knew from that moment that this was his baby brother, his blood, he loved him and he would do anything to protect him.

After their father’s untimely demise, In-ho became both a brother and a father figure to Jun-ho.

He loved Jun-ho unconditionally, that was a fact, but he was only a young man who was forced to become the man of the house when he was nowhere near ready, after his father left. The ‘taking care of his step mom’ and ‘being a father figure to his baby brother’ could very understandably be overwhelming, even for In-ho. And Jun-ho just… would not stop following him around when In-ho needed some alone time.

In-ho didn’t mean to snap and raise his voice at Jun-ho.

He was only aware of what he’d done after Jun-ho ran away from him, crying.

Guilt was fast to swallow him whole.

He tried approaching Jun-ho, who was hiding under the bed, tried softly coaxing him to come out in a gentle voice and saying that he was sorry and that he didn’t mean to raise his voice.

It took a while, but in the end Jun-ho crawled out from under the bed and into In-ho’s arms.

In-ho knew, from that moment, he hated seeing Jun-ho cry. Hated seeing Jun-ho upset and in pain. It pained him to see his brother in pain.

That’s why In-ho didn’t hesitate to say he’d give Jun-ho his kidney when Jun-ho got sick.

The doctors and his own step mother explained to him the risk of the surgery and what a “big deal” donating an organ to someone was. They asked if In-ho was absolutely sure. But In-ho knew the risk. And he knew that he didn’t care about his own life or health. As long as Jun-ho was okay. Jun-ho had to be okay.

The surgeries went well, both for himself and for Jun-ho.

A part of him got to be with his brother forever, and a part of In-ho could not help feeling that glimpse of pride somewhere in his chest.

Also he got to use the “I gave you my kidney” card to make Jun-ho listen to him every time he was teaching Jun-ho Jun-ho’s homework (that Jun-ho did not want to do) or trying to make Jun-ho study for his upcoming exam.

Jun-ho’s first heartbreak? It was In-ho’s shoulder he cried on.

Jun-ho’s first screwup? It was In-ho who got him out of the trouble.

And when Jun-ho came up to him one day and said “I’m gonna be a police — a good police — just like you, hyung,” In-ho had never been more proud.

When In-ho lost his wife and child, he thought he lost everything. But then Jun-ho was there, and In-ho realized: no, he hadn’t lost everything.

If there was the one thing that made In-ho doubt his own decision to return to the game as the Front Man, it was Jun-ho.

In the end, In-ho did what he thought was right for him. Abandoning Jun-ho hurt as much as losing his wife and child, but In-ho did what he had to do.

When he knew it was his own brother infiltrating the island, that fear he felt when his wife was dying came back, because now Jun-ho — the idiot, In-ho’s idiot — might get himself killed. Why couldn’t Jun-ho just accept that In-ho was gone?

But deep down, In-ho knew his brother was never a quitter.

The mission was more about finding, saving Jun-ho and getting him as far away from the island as possible (for Jun-ho’s own safety) than it was about finding the intruder and defending the game.

In-ho knew, when he held out his hand for Jun-ho on the cliff, Jun-ho would not take it. Jun-ho was too noble for that. Still something in In-ho’s chest ached when Jun-ho refused his hand. That sentimental part inside In-ho still wished Jun-ho would take his hand. It’s me, your brother, I’m still me.

It was either In-ho pulling the trigger or the Soldiers killing Jun-ho. So In-ho did the one thing he could do that could still save Jun-ho’s life. A bullet to the shoulder was nonfatal. He called Captain Park and orchestrated a rescue mission as soon as he could.

Once Jun-ho was rescued and sent to a hospital, In-ho had his men keep tabs on Jun-ho and report directly to him daily ever since.

So far, Jun-ho had been staying away from the island (In-ho had made sure of that). Good. This was for Jun-ho’s own safety.

Jun-ho could think that In-ho betrayed him (in a way, In-ho did), Jun-ho could hate him now, and that was… that was fine.

In-ho would rather Jun-ho hate him if it meant he got to protect and keep Jun-ho safe. Even from afar.

For those of you who are new here, you can find my fic about In-ho and Jun-ho here

Funeral Pyre (A Hwang Bros fic) on Archive of Our Own

[rafesbabygirlx]

Hi angels (this is gonna be long)

I ramble because when I feel big feels I don't think straight, but please read 🤍

I'm posting this now because I just need to get it out. This has been weighing heavily on me. But I doubt anyone will read it hahah

This is really hard for me to say, but after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to wrap up some things I have left, complete some more requests and step back from writing anything new—at least for now.

I’ve been contemplating this for a while, trying to push past the feeling, but I’ve reached a point where I can’t ignore it anymore. Writing has been such a joy for me, and I’ve loved being part of this little community. You all welcomed me with open arms, and I can’t express how much that means to me.

Honestly, I don’t think I’m in the right mental space for it right now. As much as I love creating, I’ve found myself constantly doubting my work, comparing my writing to others and thinking that I can do so much better, and overthinking every detail. It’s a cycle I’ve fallen into on my own, and it’s taken a toll. On top of that, I feel like my blog has lost some of its spark, and my writing isn’t going anywhere and not growing. I’ve also gotten some nasty anons the past few weeks that I ignore but they still haven’t helped with my thoughts. 🫠

With my final semester of college also weighing on me, everything feels like it’s piling up. So, I think I just need a short break. Ew I feel like I sound so insecure. I think I’m just too hard on myself, especially when I get overwhelmed and burnt out.

I feel really guilty stepping away after working so hard to build this space and gaining so much support. The last thing I want is to let anyone down. But right now, this is what I need.

Please stick with me and don't forget me.

That said, I truly love being here, and I don’t think I can stay away for too long. Honestly, I might still post every now and then if I feel inspired. I also won’t be going completely dark - I want to stay engaged and continue supporting the amazing people I’ve met here. I’d love for my moots to keep me updated on their posts, and I’ll still be around to chat.

Sorry if none of this makes sense. I really hate that I've gotten to this point. I still have some things I want to complete and then I plan to take some time off from writing. But I will be around. We can still interact. I don't want to completely lose what I have here. 🤍

I want to go through some more requests and I have a couple of parts left of The Pen Pal. I like to finish what I’ve started and I’m committed to that. I'm posting this and I have a couple of drafts ready to post tonight and then going to take a break for a day or 2 after posting this (because I feel awful and I want to avoid it)

I’m hoping that this will bring me some relaxation but I’m also hoping it will bring me some inspiration too. I have a series I’d love to restart and a lovely anon gave me a great idea for a JJ AU I’d love to do at some point. I hope those ideas would excite you just as much too.

I think right now it will just be a couple of weeks off just from writing. To refresh, heal my mind, and finally breathe. I’ve already expressed it slightly in some posts but I’ve been really thinking about it.

I already can’t wait to be back because this community has been so good to me. I appreciate every single one of you. What’s that corny saying? It’s not goodbye it’s see you later? I love you guys, and I’ll make another post when I officially take my break.

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE. IT ALL DOES IN MY HEAD. JUST A LITTLE BAD AT EXPRESSING MYSELF.

I wanna thank everyone who has supported my writings and I LOVE every single one of you.

I also wanna thank some of my moots! You all have helped me incredibly since I've joined. You're all so kind hearted and probably the best group of people I've ever connected with on the internet. I’m still here so please don’t stop tagging me or reaching out, I’ll still support all of you when I’m on a break. Forgive me if I'm forgetting anyone- not really thinking right now. But this goes for all my moots. 🤍

@rafesheaven @cameronsprincess @inthelibrarybtw @littlelamy @leather-n-velvet @writingroom21 @ivysprophecy @maybejj @rafescokewhore @nemesyaaa @rafescvntyclubgf @angelicameron @tanjamikaelson @starkeynation @quinnsbabygirl @frankoceanluvr11 @httpsdrewstarkey @v3n1ce-bxtch @zyafics @whytheylosttheirminds @rafesbuzzcutseason @maybankslover

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 28

How to Keep Yourself Motivated

Hey Goddesses! Today let’s talk about staying motivated, it’s one of those things that sounds simple but can feel so tricky in practice.

Staying motivated is hard sometimes, isn’t it? You start off with this burst of energy, but somewhere along the way, that fire dims. Maybe life gets in the way, or maybe you start questioning if it’s even worth the effort. That’s okay. It happens to all of us.

But motivation isn’t some magical power reserved for “those people” who always seem to have it together. It’s a practice, one that grows stronger when you nurture it in small, intentional ways. So today, I want to walk you through what’s helped me stay motivated, even on the hard days.

First, let’s start with your “why.” Why did you start this journey in the first place? Maybe it’s to feel more fulfilled, to grow into a version of yourself that you’re proud of, or to show up for your dreams in a way you’ve been putting off. Whatever it is, hold onto that reason. Write it down if you need to. Sometimes I even put my “why” on a sticky note and slap it on my bathroom mirror. It’s a gentle reminder that keeps me grounded on days when I’d rather not try.

When motivation starts to fade, breaking things into tiny steps makes a world of difference. Let’s say you’re working on a project, and it feels overwhelming. Instead of thinking, “I need to finish this,” focus on, “I’ll work on it for 10 minutes.” That’s it, just 10 minutes. Starting small makes the task feel less daunting, and once you’re in the groove, it’s amazing how often you keep going.

I remember one day when I was procrastinating on writing. I told myself, “Just write a single paragraph.” And you know what? That one paragraph turned into a page, and then another. Sometimes, getting started is the hardest part, but once you’re in motion, it gets easier.

Another thing that’s helped me is pairing tasks with something I enjoy. When I sit down to work on something, I’ll make it a little ritual, like lighting my favorite candle or putting on a playlist that makes me feel unstoppable. The other day, I found myself dancing around my living room between tasks. It didn’t make the work any less real, but it made it feel lighter.

And let’s talk about celebrating wins. We’re so quick to criticize ourselves for what we haven’t done, but how often do we acknowledge what we have accomplished? Even the small stuff matters. Wrote a sentence? That counts. Made it through a tough day? That counts too. I’m serious, celebrate those moments. A little self-high-five or a favorite snack can go a long way in keeping you going.

Of course, there will be days when motivation feels completely out of reach. On those days, remember this: it’s okay to rest. Motivation isn’t about being “on” all the time; it’s about showing up when you can and being kind to yourself when you can’t.

Imagine this: It’s December 2025. You’re looking back on everything you’ve accomplished, all the times you chose to take a step forward, even when it was hard. That future version of you is proud. They’re looking at you right now, cheering you on.

So here’s my challenge for you: What’s one small thing you can do today to move closer to your goals? It doesn’t have to be big, it just has to be yours. If you feel like sharing, I’d love to hear about it.

See you tomorrow for Day 29! You’re doing amazing, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[gensideas]

I’M JUST ONE CLICK AWAY .

summary . rafe is always available for y/n.

content * advisory . Body shaming, a little angst, but most of all fluff¡

It started off simple, only calling rafe when you needed your pipes fixed, something was too heavy, hanging up the TV, etc.

then, it got more frequent. asking him if he was ever free, or he would call you to see if you wanted to be his plus one to an event. Of course you never denied him. If anything, you loved accompanying him whenever he asked. It was sweet really, always having time to talk to each other or just simply hanging out no matter the time.

This time, it was a little different. instead, you both were getting ready together. You never knew where or how it started but, it just did. It was comforting, and relaxing.

“rafey” you spoke as you finished the finishing touches to your make up. “Yes, sweetheart?” he replied, leaning on the doorframe. “Which dress do you think i should wear? the red one or the navy blue one?” you asked, holding both dresses up. “hmmm…” he hummed, walking up to you. “I think the navy blue will look amazing on you.” “Well then, navy blue it is.” you responded, placing the red one down, smiling at rafe. “i’ll be right back!” “I'll be waiting baby.”

“Alright, how do I look?” you asked, stepping out of the bathroom. “You look sexy always baby.” Rafe replied, placing his hands on your waist. you looked up at him, placing a peck on his lips. He held your face, deepening the kiss. you pulled apart, earning a groan from him. “hey hey, don’t get so grumpy, we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry.” you smiled, walking up to your vanity. “yeah yeah” rafe replied, clearly staring at your ass but, he couldn’t think about too much right now. you had placed to be.

Soon enough, you made it to the party he invited you to. you both walked up and got greeted by a tipsy barry, “country club, i'm glad you two could make it.” Barry spoke, slightly slurring his words. “yeah, you know i couldn’t by myself.” Rafe replied, smiling down at you. Barry stepped aside, letting the both of you step inside. it was quite honestly, you didn’t think Barry would be the type to decorate.

“I'm gonna go get a drink baby, do you want anything?” Rafe asked, holding your waist. “no rafey, im okay. thank you.” you smiled. He nodded, walking towards the bar. “y/n!” you heard someone shouting your name. as soon as you turned around one of your friends ran up to hug you. it caught you by surprise, a little overwhelmed by it, but at last you hug her back. “Hi! how are you?” you asked, walking with her towards the couch. “I’m good, thank you for asking.”

meanwhile, in the bar.

“so, how’s it goin’ with little miss y/n?” kelce asked, taking a sip of his drank. “it’s going really good actually. a lot better than i hoped.” rafe smiled, thinking of you. “aye, im glad it’s goin’ for you man. you deserve it.” Topper spoke up. “yeah man, i mean after the shit with sofia, it was well deserved.” kelce laughed. rafe didn’t like the thought of thinking about sofia. not after everything that happened with groff. Ignoring the question, rafe just takes a sip of his drink. He turned around trying to look for you, but he couldn’t find you. he’d figure you’d be with your friends like you are in the beginning of these types of events. So, he returned to talking to his friends.

“so you and rafe huh?” a girl sitting in front of you spoke. “yeah, we’re a thing, why?” you smiled, questioning why she’d said that. “it’s just, i didn’t expect him to be with someone so..” she stop mid way. “so what?” you asked, giving her a confused look. “so..big.” she finished, trying to hold in her laugh. you just stared at her, questioning why she would say that. Without saying a word, you got up and walk towards the balcony. You could hear her along with her friends laughing as you walked away. “Y/n wait!” your friend yelled after you. “dont. just let her go, she needed to hear it anyway.”

you tried not to cry, the whole time you’d looked good then, someone had to go and ruin it for you. In the process of trying to calm down, you started to feel a lump in your throat form. Causing you to feel like you can’t breathe. Rafe wasn’t there to help you so, you were scared you’d have to do it all by yourself.

you didn’t know but, rafe had already been looking for you but, he couldn’t find you. That’s when he heard his phone ring. “yeah guys hold on.” rafe stopped, and moved to a quieter spot to pick the phone. “Y/n baby, what’s going on?” rafe worried, wondering why you sounded so distressed. “rafe, i cant breathe. i-i don't know what to do and i don't know where you are.” you said, holding onto your chest. “okay baby, slow down. where are you right now?” Rafe asked, trying to search for you. “I'm at the balcony please, i c-cant breathe.” “you cried, feeling the panic attack get worse. “alright baby, stay right there. im walking towards you.” he hung up, running towards you.

“hey hey hey, it’s okay. take a deep breath, i’ll do it with you, ready?” he spoke, leaning down towards you. you nodded, following him, trying to stimulate your breathing. “you’re okay baby, shh” he held you tight, feeling his heart tear while listening to you struggle slightly. “you all better?” rafe asked, kissing your forehead. “yeah, I'm okay now.” you smiled, following up with another question, “can we go home?” you asked, getting up. “yeah of course we can.” rafe responded, placing his hand on your lower back.

as you walked towards his car you spoke up.“thank you for being there. I couldn't find you, so I called you.”

“it’s okay baby, no need to apologize. you needed my help.” rafe replied, opening the side door for you. you waited for him go hop in the driver side to continue speaking. “i know but, you were conversating with your friends. i didnt mean to-“

You were caught off guard when rafe kissed you. you slightly whimpered when he pulled apart from you. “baby, like i said you needed me when you were having a panic attack. i’d stop anything for you.” he smiled when he watched you giggle. “never forget what I told you baby.” you looked confused as he started the car, backing out the driveway.

“I’m just a click away.”

© 2024 gensideas. All Rights Reserved.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Protector

Pairing: John Murphy x Plus Size Reader

Warning: Cursing, reader insecurity, bullying reader about weigh, name calling

Summary: John saved you from some bullies, and now you feel like you owe him.

*Not Proof Read*

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The crash is chaos. My ears are still ringing from the impact, and the adrenaline surging through my veins makes every movement feel surreal. I stumble out of the drop ship, my knees shaking, my hands clutching onto the makeshift rail as if it’s the only thing tethering me to the ground.

When I finally make it outside, I’m overwhelmed by the blinding light and the sheer openness of it all. Earth. We’re actually on Earth. My thoughts spiral in a mix of awe and terror. The air smells different—fresh, but sharp, like it’s alive in a way the Ark never was. Around me, others are yelling, cheering, or arguing, the clamor of emotions colliding in the open field we’ve landed in.

That’s when I see him. John Murphy. He’s standing a few feet away, his expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. Our eyes lock for a fleeting moment. His gaze is sharp, piercing, like he’s sizing me up, and I’m suddenly hyper-aware of everything: the way my clothes cling to me awkwardly, the extra weight I carry, and the heat flushing my face. But just as quickly as our eyes meet, he looks away, his lip curling into something that might be a smirk or a sneer—I can’t tell.

I swallow hard and move further into the clearing, trying to shake off the feeling his glance left behind.

The day blurs as we all begin to sort out our roles. Some people, like Clarke and Bellamy, take charge, organizing groups and barking orders. I find myself gravitating toward the quieter tasks: gathering supplies, making myself useful without drawing too much attention. The truth is, blending in feels safer.

But safety doesn’t last long here.

I’m crouched near the edge of the drop ship, sorting through a pile of scrap metal to find anything usable, when it happens. A group of guys—big, loud, and clearly looking for trouble—hover near me, their laughter sharp and mean. My heart sinks.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be looking for food instead?” one of them jeers, his voice dripping with mockery. “You look like you’ve already had your share, though.”

My hands freeze mid-reach, and the words hit like a punch to the gut. I don’t look up, hoping they’ll just get bored and leave, but they don’t. Another one adds, “Careful, we might not have enough supplies if she’s around.”

Laughter erupts, cruel and cutting. My throat tightens, and I force myself to keep breathing, keep focusing on the task in front of me. Don’t cry. Don’t give them the satisfaction.

Their voices grow louder, and I feel my face flush with a mix of anger and humiliation. I’m desperate to think of something, anything to say, but my mind is blank. Their words start to blur together, and I feel like I’m shrinking under the weight of their mockery. Why can’t they just leave me alone?

“Why don’t you guys just back off?” Murphy’s voice cuts through the taunts like a blade. My head snaps up, and there he is, standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression a mix of irritation and anger.

The guys turn to him, momentarily surprised, before their laughter resumes. “Aw, look at Murphy, defending porky,” one of them mocks. “Didn’t know you had a soft spot, John.”

“Say that again,” Murphy growls, his voice low and dangerous. There’s a tension in the air now, thick and heavy, and I’m torn between wanting to run and staying to see what happens.

One of the bullies steps closer to Murphy, clearly unfazed. “What, you got a thing for her or something?” he sneers, shoving Murphy’s shoulder.

It happens so fast I barely register it. Murphy’s fist connects with the guy’s face, and the sickening crunch of bone echoes in the air. The bully stumbles back, clutching his nose, blood streaming between his fingers.

“You son of a bitch!” one of the others shouts, lunging at Murphy. The fight erupts in a flurry of fists and shouts, chaos unfolding before my eyes. Murphy holds his own at first, his movements sharp and precise, but the others quickly gang up on him.

My heart races as I watch him take a hit to the side, then another to the stomach. He stumbles but doesn’t go down, his expression defiant even as blood drips from his split lip.

“John!” I shout, panic lacing my voice as I scramble to my feet. The sight of him, already bleeding but still fighting, twists something deep in my chest.

Just when it seems like the fight might spiral out of control, Bellamy’s voice booms from the other side of the clearing. “Cut it out! Now!” His men rush in, pulling Murphy and the others apart. Murphy’s lip is split, his knuckles bloodied, and he’s limping slightly as he steps back, but his glare is unwavering.

“Idiots,” Bellamy mutters, shoving the group apart before turning to address the camp. “We don’t have time for this crap. Get back to work.”

I approach Murphy cautiously as the crowd disperses, my heart still racing. “Are you okay?” I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. He shrugs, wincing slightly.

“I’ve had worse,” he mutters, but there’s a spark in his eyes that makes my stomach flip. I motion for him to follow me, and he does, albeit reluctantly.

We settle near the edge of the clearing, away from prying eyes. I pull a cloth from my bag, dousing it with water from a nearby container, and carefully press it to his split lip. He flinches but doesn’t pull away.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I murmur, focusing on his injuries to avoid meeting his gaze.

“Yeah, I did,” he replies, his tone softer than I expect. “I don’t like seeing pretty girls getting fucked with.”

The words catch me off guard, and I freeze, my cheeks burning. “Pretty?” I echo, barely above a whisper.

He smirks, despite the pain. “Don’t act so surprised.”

I bite my lip, trying to steady the butterflies in my stomach. “Well, you still didn’t have to. I… I would’ve been fine.”

“I wanted to,” he says simply, his eyes locking with mine. They’re softer now, but there’s still that fire, that edge that makes my chest ache in the strangest way.

Later that night, I find him limping back toward his tent. He’s clearly still sore, and I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I rush to his side, steadying him without asking, and he doesn’t protest.

“Where are you staying?” he asks as we near his tent.

I hesitate. “I… I don’t know yet. I haven’t figured it out.”

He stops and looks at me, something unreadable in his expression. “If you want… you can stay here with me. At least for the night, until you find something better.”

I blink, caught off guard by the offer. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “Come on.”

Inside, the tent is modest but functional. He pulls out a few extra tarps and blankets, and for a moment, I think he’s going to hand them to me. Instead, he moves to the side and builds a makeshift nest on the ground.

“You can stay on the bed,” he says, gesturing to a crude structure made of wood and tarp.

“But you… you’re hurt. You should take it,” I protest.

“I’m fine,” he insists, settling into his makeshift spot. “Just take the bed.”

Reluctantly, I do, but the guilt lingers. As I lie there, the space between us feels both too small and impossibly vast. My heart races as I glance at him, his silhouette illuminated faintly by the moonlight seeping through the tarp.

I’ll make this up to him, I think, the thought echoing in my mind as sleep pulls me under. Somehow, I’ll make this up to John Murphy.

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The next morning, I wake before the sun has fully risen, the soft light filtering through the tent casting everything in a muted glow. My body aches slightly from the unfamiliar bed, but it's nothing compared to the guilt twisting in my stomach. Murphy’s breathing is steady, his figure barely moving in his nest of blankets. For a moment, I just watch him, my thoughts racing.

How do I repay someone like John Murphy? He’s not exactly the type to accept a thank-you note or some grand gesture. And yet, I can’t just let this go. He stood up for me. No one’s ever done that before.

I decide to start by making myself useful. By the time Murphy stirs, I’ve already gathered some extra supplies—scrap wood, pieces of metal, and anything else I could scavenge that might help fortify his tent. It’s not much, but it’s something.

“What are you doing?” his voice startles me as I crouch near the entrance, sorting through the pile of things I’ve collected.

I glance up to find him leaning against the makeshift doorframe, his hair tousled and his bruises more pronounced in the morning light. Despite everything, he still manages to look effortlessly confident, like he owns the space around him.

“I thought I could fix this place up a bit,” I mumble, gesturing to the tarp-covered structure. “You know, to say thanks.”

He snorts, limping over to me. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” I say quickly, standing to face him. “But I want to. You helped me… now let me help you.”

For a moment, he just looks at me, his eyes narrowing slightly like he’s trying to figure me out. Finally, he shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

I spend the day patching holes in the tarp, reinforcing the wooden frame, and even managing to scavenge enough materials to build a small windbreak on one side. Murphy mostly watches, occasionally tossing out sarcastic comments about my handiwork but never outright stopping me. Despite his gruff demeanor, I catch him glancing at me with something that almost looks like amusement—or approval.

That evening, as we sit by the small fire outside his tent, the tension between us feels different. Lighter, maybe.

“Not bad,” he says, nodding toward the newly fortified tent. “For a beginner.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “Glad it meets your high standards.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. “Seriously, though. Thanks.”

I glance at him, surprised by the genuine note in his voice. “You’re welcome,” I say softly, my cheeks heating under his gaze.

The fire crackles between us, and for a moment, the world feels still. Safe. But then Murphy shifts, leaning closer, and the air grows heavy again.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I’m not exactly… the easiest guy to be around.”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” His smirk returns, and I add, “But you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back and stretching his legs out in front of him. “Careful. Keep talking like that, and I might start to believe you.”

Something about the way he says it makes my chest ache. I want to say more, to tell him that he’s more than he lets on, but the words catch in my throat. Instead, I settle for silence, letting the moment speak for itself.

Later that night, as we settle into the tent again, I catch him watching me from his spot on the ground. “You know,” he says, his voice casual, “you don’t have to keep trying to pay me back. We’re even.”

I shake my head, lying back on the makeshift bed. “We’re not even,” I say firmly. “Not yet.”

He smirks, rolling onto his side to face me. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” I reply, my heart skipping a beat as his gaze lingers on me.

As the silence stretches between us, I realize something: this—whatever is happening between me and John Murphy—isn’t simple. It’s complicated and messy and far from perfect. But as I close my eyes, the thought that echoes in my mind is clear.

I’m not done making this up to him. Not by a long shot.

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Here’s how the story could continue:

It’s been weeks since I first shared Murphy’s tent, and somehow, we’ve fallen into a routine. By now, the camp feels less chaotic, though tensions still run high. Murphy has wormed his way into Bellamy’s inner circle, his sharp tongue and quick fists earning him a reputation as someone not to mess with. Meanwhile, I’ve kept busy scavenging, helping around the camp, and doing my best to stay out of trouble.

Sharing the tent has become oddly… comfortable. Murphy’s sarcasm is as biting as ever, but I’ve started to notice a shift. He flirts now, subtle but deliberate, his words often laced with a teasing edge that leaves me flustered. Sometimes he touches me—just small things, like his hand brushing mine when he hands me something or his shoulder bumping against me as we sit by the fire. Each time, it sends a jolt through me, a warmth that lingers long after the moment has passed.

One evening, Murphy doesn’t meet me by the fire like he usually does. My stomach twists with unease as I make my way back to the tent, a small bundle of supplies in hand. When I step inside, I find him lying on the bed, pale and shivering despite the warm air.

“Murphy?” I set the supplies down, kneeling beside him. His eyes flicker open, glassy with fever, and he groans.

“Don’t feel so great,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.

I touch his forehead and immediately pull my hand back—it’s burning hot. Panic prickles at the edges of my mind. “You’re burning up. What did you eat?”

He grimaces, his head lolling to the side. “Some berries… thought they were fine.”

My heart sinks. I should’ve checked what he was eating.

“Stay here,” I say, though it’s clear he’s not going anywhere. I rush out to grab water, clean cloths, and anything else I can think of to help. When I return, he hasn’t moved, his breathing shallow and uneven.

I soak a cloth in the water and press it to his forehead, my hands trembling. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” I whisper, though my voice wavers with worry. “You scare off those guys like you’re invincible, but you can’t even tell which berries are safe to eat?”

He lets out a weak chuckle, his lips curving into a faint smirk despite his condition. “Can’t help it… I’m a badass.”

“Yeah, sure,” I mutter, but my chest tightens as I dab at his face, trying to cool him down. His eyes flutter open, and the way he looks at me—soft, vulnerable, and so unlike his usual sharpness—makes my heart skip.

“You’re pretty when you’re worried,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

I freeze, heat rushing to my face. “You’re delirious,” I say quickly, focusing on wringing out the cloth.

“Maybe,” he says, his smirk faint but present. “Still true.”

The night drags on, and I stay by his side, wiping his forehead, making him sip water when he can manage it. At some point, he reaches for my hand, his grip weak but steady, and I let him hold it, my heart thudding in my chest.

By morning, his fever finally breaks. He’s still pale and weak, but he manages a tired smile as I sit beside him, exhaustion weighing heavy on my shoulders.

“You took care of me,” he says, his voice rough but steadier than before.

“Someone had to,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“You don’t owe me anymore,” he says, his gaze locking with mine. “We’re even now.”

The words catch me off guard, and I falter. “What?”

“You patched me up,” he says simply. “You were there for me when I needed you just like I was there for you when you needed me.. You don’t have to feel guilty or try to make it up to me anymore.”

For a moment, I can’t speak. Then I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Fine. We’re even.”

His smirk returns, stronger this time. “Good. Now I can ask you out without you thinking it’s some kind of debt repayment.”

My breath catches, and I stare at him, stunned. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, his smirk widening despite the faint flush creeping up his neck. “I like you. So, what do you say? Dinner by the fire tonight? I might even scavenge something decent.”

I blink, my heart pounding. “You’re impossible,” I mutter, but a smile tugs at my lips.

“Is that a yes?”

I bite my lip, unable to stop the warmth spreading through me. “Yeah. It’s a yes.”

His grin is worth every sleepless hour of the night before.

[winchestershiresauce]

Dandelion Wine

Summary: When Halsin joins Gale and Tav in the bedroom for the first time, they all get more than they bargained for. This is a tale of intimacy, multiple orgasms, and trying new things.

Gale x f!Tav x Halsin; Halsin x f!Tav; Gale x Halsin; Gale x f!Tav

7851 words

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut, M/F, M/M, polyamory, oral sex (f and m receiving), squirting, unprotected PIV, processing trauma, insecurity, discomfort interrupting sex, come eating, so much more

A/N: I think I left a piece of my soul in this fic - let me know if you like it! Comments and reblogs always much appreciated.

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The first time Halsin joins them, Gale insists that he only wants to watch. Despite being intellectually on board with multiple relationships, he’s worried that his body will remain firmly in the monogamous camp. He loves Tav, and he trusts her with every fiber of his being, but it still feels overwhelming and a bit scary to imagine sharing such a vulnerable experience with anyone other than her. Hells, he still finds himself feeling self-conscious in his most intimate moments with her, through no fault of her own.

Before Halsin arrives, Gale paces back and forth through the room. He and Tav have discussed seemingly every aspect of the situation to death and back, but he still feels like he is about to jump from great heights with no backup parachute.

Tav walks into their room at the inn with an armful of water carafes and fruit. When she sees the tension in Gale’s body, his shoulders nearly at his ears, her smile fades to a look of concern. He’s thankful that it’s not a look of pity – he’s not sure he could handle that at this moment – but a loving glance with worry behind her eyes.

“I’m afraid they’ll charge us extra for damages if you wear a hole in the floor with your pacing.” She sets the drinks and snacks down on the table in the corner and strides over to where he’s now frozen in place.

“I’m sorry, my love. I know that we’ve been planning this for weeks but I can’t help but find myself feeling terribly nervous. Granted, I’m also excited. I want to see how everything will go, but the nerves won’t settle.” Tav brushes a strand of hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. He melts into her touch.

“My silly wizard, there is nothing to apologize for. It’s perfectly natural to be both excited and nervous about something, especially something that’s so new to you! In fact, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t nervous at all. This is a big step and no matter how it goes, some things will change. However, I need you to remember that your comfort and security are just as important as mine and Halsin’s, so I need to be sure that you’ll speak up if you want anything to stop or slow down.” Gale sighs and takes her hands into his. His thumb strokes over the soft skin of her knuckles as he ponders his reply.

“I will, I promise. I believe that you and I have practiced enough that I can say what needs to be said in the moment. I know how to stop things and I will do so if necessary.” He brings their hands up to his mouth and places the softest of kisses to each individual knuckle on her left hand. “I don’t want to back out of this if you’re worried about that,” he adds.

“And if you did want to back out, that would be more than fine! There are plenty of other things we could do while we’re here that don’t involve potentially opening partially healed wounds in the name of sexual exploration.” There’s a slight tease in her tone, but he knows she’s sincere. He’s always admired the way that she can still use humor in any situation without taking away from the significance.

“I know, and thank you. I want to reiterate that I want this, I merely need a bit more reassurance than I expected to.”

“Good thing I brought extra, then.” She grins. He’s not sure he’ll ever get over the butterflies in his belly when she looks at him with such kindness and love. She’s the first person – unless you count Tara – that he knows loves him for every aspect of himself and not just his intellect or what he can do for her. Somehow, she looks his flaws right in the face and draws them into her heart.

Just then, there's a knock at the door. Tav doesn't move to answer it yet, searching Gale's face for any minute reaction. “Do you want me to tell him to wait? I need to make sure you're in the right headspace before he comes in.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm okay. I'm ready. I’ll let him in.” Gale places a kiss on Tav’s forehead and glides over to the door. When he opens it and sees the calm and patient smile on the elf’s face, Tav notices how the tension dissolves from his body.

“Gale! You look well!” Halsin claps a hand on Gale’s shoulder and gives him a reassuring squeeze. A grin spreads across the wizard’s face as his body remembers how calm he tends to feel in Halsin’s presence. There's something about the other man that makes Gale feel secure and cared for, which helps many of his worries dissipate.

“As do you, my friend,” Gale greets him and steps aside to let him stride into the room. Halsin approaches Tav, and Gale is surprised that the look of joy and reverence on her face does not spur jealousy but instead spreads warmth through his chest. He adores being on the receiving end of such a look, and he is glad to find that he loves it all the same no matter who brought that look to her face.

Halsin towers over Tav, resting the heel of his hand on her collarbone so that his fingers brush the side of her neck and his thumb can trace the shape of her jaw. “My heart,” he purrs, locking eyes with her as if gazing into her very soul.

She presses her palm against his chest and feels his heart beating strongly beneath her touch. She’s always amazed how he can remain so calm in the face of anything, so in tune with his own body that his control never seems to falter. Her eyes drift closed and he kisses her forehead, unknowingly mirroring the movements of her other lover moments ago.

“My bear.” She melts into him as he caresses the nape of her neck.

Gale watches them from the other side of the room and begins to feel a twinge of something in his gut. They look so happy and he can’t help but notice the way their bodies fit so well together and how natural their every movement looks. He sighs, lost in thought as his mind begins to drift toward the pattern of worry that had plagued him earlier. He’s sure that he wants to do this – wants to give Tav and Halsin a chance to let their intimacy blossom – but he can’t stop the complicated feelings swirling through him like smoke from smoldering embers.

Gale moves past them to make himself comfortable in the overstuffed armchair across from the bed. His arms rest awkwardly at his sides as he watches Halsin’s mouth cover Tav’s. She groans into the kiss, pressing herself firmly into the elf’s hold. Gale’s stirring anxieties and jealousies are interrupted by the slightest twitch of interest from his cock when he sees Halsin’s large hand spread across her ass and press her pelvis into his.

When Tav pulls away from the kiss, eyelids heavy and cheeks flushed, she lets out a deep sigh. The look of longing on Halsin's face is intoxicating and she can't believe that it's for her. She smiles up at him, arousal stirring deep within her. Before she gets lost in him, she knows she must check in with her wizard.

She pats Halsin’s chest once before setting her sights on Gale, biting her lip in an attempt to stop her from overthinking. Crawling into Gale’s lap, she puts her knees on either side of his hips and drapes her arms around his neck. Her eyes bounce back and forth between his before dotting a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Are you sure that you want this?” she asks. She can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. “There's still time to change your mind.”

The nervousness on his face softens a bit as he does his best to read the look his partner is giving him. “I do want this, Tav. I want you to have fun.” He smiles.

“I want you to enjoy it too, though.” She twirls a strand of his hair around her finger as she scans his face for signs of discomfort.

“I will. I get to watch two of my favorite people get lost in each other in a way they haven't before.” His hands rest against her ribs, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of her shirt in reassurance.

As she leans in close, her breath tickling the shell of his ear, he can’t resist moving his hands down to settle on her hips.

“Are you sure you just want to watch?” She nips at his earlobe and his fingers reflexively dig into her sides. She grins when she feels him begin to harden against her inner thigh, and Gale swallows heavily but nods.

“For now, yes.” She pulls back just far enough to catch his gaze and strokes her thumb across his cheekbone. He does his best to convey sincerity in his smile, his gaze refusing to waver.

“If at any point you change your mind, don’t hesitate to jump in.” She smirks. Tav scrapes her fingernails along the stubble of his beard on the underside of his jaw as she stands up, reveling in the blown pupils that stare up at her. She feels a hand snake around her waist and warmth envelop her as Halsin steps up behind her. He sets his chin on Tav’s shoulder and gazes down at the other man with a look that Gale can't quite place.

“Yes, please join in the fun if you feel at all inclined.” Halsin’s low, husky tone sends a shiver through Tav and to her core, but Gale feels it too. He can’t deny the way the sensual quality of Halsin’s voice affects him. Gale's eyes shift between their eager faces, and he nods.

“I certainly will, should the desire arise.” His smile is soft and genuine despite the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. Gale places his hand over Halsin’s on Tav’s hip and the two men share an understanding and intimate look.

Halsin pulls Tav back against him and begins peppering open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and shoulder. She strokes her thumb lovingly over the back of Gale’s hand as she feels herself melt into the elf’s hold. Arousal already blooming in her center, she spins in his arms and tangles her fingers into Halsin’s luscious locks. She crashes her lips against his with force. He takes short steps backwards toward the bed, dragging Tav along with him, his long fingers splayed across her lower back. Tav moans as she feels Halsin’s erection growing harder, chasing his pelvis with hers. He plops down onto the bed and pulls her immediately into his lap.

Gale’s eyes flit over the two of them and to each spot where their bodies touch, his mind attempting to process and catalogue all of the thoughts and sensations that run through him. Just moments ago, it had been his lap that she ground herself into. He could still feel the lingering warmth of her where she had pressed herself into him, and his fingers flex in response as if grabbing onto her. Watching Halsin’s mouth latch onto her throat, Gale groans at the sound that escapes her lips. His cock is more insistently calling for his attention, but he wants to wait until his head is on straight before addressing it.

Halsin pulls Tav’s top over her head and growls at the sight of her bare breasts hanging heavily in front of his face. His teeth skate across the skin of her chest and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. Gale’s eyes darken as Halsin kneads her other breast roughly and she drags her clothed core over the large bulge in the front of his pants.

After a few moments of heavy petting, Halsin suddenly stands up, forcing Tav upright with him, and turns them around so that he can push her backwards onto the bed. She lays back and watches him through her lashes as he undoes the laces on her bottoms and pulls them off of her. Gale can’t help but groan as he sees her wetness glistening deliciously in the dim light when her thighs drift apart for the elf.

“My dear magic man, I have no idea how you ever leave that tower of yours when you have a woman this delectable in your bed.” Tav’s breath catches in her throat as Halsin gently caresses her bare thighs with his calloused fingers. He kneads the soft, supple skin there, licking his lips at the sight of her spread out before him. Eager to feel her skin against his, Halsin strips himself bare without much fanfare. Before he does anything more, he turns to address the man across the room: “What do you think, Gale, should I give her my tongue or my fingers first?”

Another groan escapes Gale’s lips and he presses the heel of his hand down into his growing erection, trying to relieve some of the tension and overcome the arousal that threatens to overtake him. “She prefers– t-tongue,” he answers, his voice nearly failing him.

When Halsin suddenly drops to his knees at the end of the bed, pulls Tav to the edge, and slides his tongue through her folds from hole to clit, Gale stops fighting the temptation and shoves his hand in his trousers to wrap around his needy cock. He knows how sweet she tastes and finds he loves getting to watch Halsin finally experience what he's long fantasized about.

Tav gasps at the immense pleasure of her lover’s practiced tongue as Halsin continues to work her over. He presses his face into her cunt like he'll never be able to get enough and sucks her clit into his mouth. It feels so good that she could pen sonnets, if only her brain were able to form words.

Her breaths come shallow and quick as he flicks the tip of his tongue over her sensitive bud, and Gale’s fist tightens painfully around his cock, still resisting the urge to stroke himself. He had expected it to eat him alive to see the love of his life squirming in pleasure on someone else's tongue, but he finds that he relishes taking notice of all of Tav’s subtle, delicious reactions to the way Halsin devours her.

Halsin hums and looks up at Tav from between her legs. Her eyelids are heavy and her mouth hangs open, unable to focus on anything but the delectable onslaught between her thighs. “How’s our wizard doing?” he asks her as his pointer finger teases around her slick entrance. He continues to lap at her wetness with his flattened tongue, but his eyes are watching her face. Her head lolls to the side, she looks over at Gale, and her breath catches at the sight of him.

Gale’s face is flushed, redness spread across his cheekbones, and his jaw is clenched. While one hand is shoved deep into his pants, shaking as he tries to hold back from pleasing himself, the other is balled up tightly against his thigh. He looks like he's halfway to being drunk but still wound so tight that he could easily snap.

“Good,” Gale answers before Tav can, his voice tight. Halsin glances his way and finally notices the way Gale is restraining himself. While holding eye contact with the other man, Halsin thrusts two fingers into Tav in one quick, smooth motion. Gale sees her body tense at the surprise of the pleasant intrusion and a shudder runs through him.

“You like what you see?” the druid asks, cocking an eyebrow. Gale nods and pink flushes up his neck and to his ears. Halsin flashes him a smile. “You don't have to hold back, you know.” Gale looks between them, assessing. “Even if you don't join us physically, we want you to be a part of things.” Gale is so turned on but his skin prickles with self-consciousness as their attention is directed at him. Tav props herself up on her elbows to get a better look while Halsin continues to stretch her open with his thick digits.

“Can I at least see what you're doing over there, my love?” Her mouth is agape from the pleasure coursing through her. Her words paired with the blissed-out, eager look on her face is enough to give Gale the confidence he needs to make himself more comfortable.

Tav watches, enraptured, as he stands from the chair and begins to remove his clothes. Despite his shyness, with two gorgeous sets of eyes on him, he takes his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. The way neither of them can take their eyes off of every sliver of skin he reveals has him feeling powerful in ways he never expected.

As the fabric of his shirt pools on the floor at his feet, his fingers move to the laces on the front of his trousers. After they're unlaced, he slips his thumbs into the waistband and pauses as if considering his next move. Tav licks her lips in anticipation and Gale shoots her a small smirk before shucking them off in one motion. His aching cock springs free and stands at attention, though he suddenly feels a bit vulnerable and overexposed.

Tav notices the shift in his expression and sits up, ready to go to him, but Halsin speaks first. “Oak Father preserve me…” he sighs. “Aren't you a sight to behold?” Gale blushes at the praise and Tav settles back again, smiling at the way a flush of pink blooms through his chest. “Will you come over here so I can get a better look at you?”

Gale nods shyly and takes a few steps to approach where Halsin is crouched next to the bed. His eyes scan the scene before him: the light sheen of sweat glimmering on Halsin's skin, the slick wetness covering the fingers of his right hand where they pump in and out of Tav, and the thick heavy cock that juts out between Halsin's tree trunk thighs.

Gale's never been with a man before, but he thinks that if he'd met more men like Halsin, that may not have been the case. He salivates wondering what it might taste like to have the druid on his tongue. Would he be sweet and tangy like Tav? Wet and earthy like the forest after a rain shower? He longs to find out but isn't quite sure if he's ready yet. Feeling brave, he reaches out to brush a sweaty piece of hair off Halsin's forehead and the larger man brushes a kiss against the inside of Gale's wrist.

Gale turns his head toward Tav in an attempt to hide his blush from the man who caused it. She gives him a soft, encouraging smile but he's distracted by the continued movement of Halsin's fingers. Gale watches how they curl and rub inside of Tav and he reaches out to draw circles around her clit with his thumb.

“It's awfully difficult to look but not touch,” Gale explains, and Halsin chuckles.

“I know what you mean… Just look at the state of you.” Halsin nods to where Gale's cock twitches in delight, a bead of arousal escaping from the tip.

Gale feels like his brain short-circuits as it floods with images of the elf’s hands all over him. He wants it, wants it so bad he can hardly think of anything else, but the analytical side of his brain is whirring away, trying to figure out what it all means.

“You– you can touch me,” Gale whispers. Tav clenches around Halsin's fingers in anticipation and surprise, and she lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

“Are you sure, Gale? It's only enjoyable if you really want it.” Halsin looks up at the wizard and attempts to read the look on his face. Gale looks nervous and pent up beyond belief, and Halsin knows he has to be prepared for a sudden change of heart. He won't deny the man what he wants, he'll simply make the environment as comfortable and conducive to experimentation as he can.

“I want you to touch me.” Gale pulls his hand away from Tav and sets it on Halsin's shoulder for stability. Halsin nods with a smile.

Halsin scissors his fingers inside Tav to coat them in her slick before he pulls them out of her. Gale watches his every movement and his throat tightens as he sees Halsin's hand, covered in her juices, moving in his direction. His eyes grow wide as he realizes what Halsin is going to do right before Halsin wraps his lubricated hand around Gale's shaft.

The warmth and wetness is overwhelming and Gale goes rigid. It feels so good and yet so foreign to have Halsin's hand on him that he's worried he might explode. His eyes slam closed and his grip on the elf’s shoulder tightens until his fingernails threaten to break skin as Halsin slowly strokes Gale's cock.

But it's too much.

He isn't ready. He wants to backtrack.

Halsin immediately picks up on the shift in Gale's demeanor and pulls his hand away.

“I'm sorry, I–” Gale stammers and Halsin pats his hip in reassurance. Tav sits up and takes one of Gale's hands in hers.

“There is no need for apologies,” Halsin replies, “It was too much too fast.” Gale nods and refuses to look at either of them, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“We can stop,” Tav adds, pressing a kiss to Gale's palm. He jerks his head to look at her.

“No! No, don't stop. I merely bit off more than I could chew for a moment, but please continue. I only need a moment, and then I want to watch you unravel for him.” Gale's eyes darken as he looks between the other two and Halsin’s cock throbs at his words.

“Then let's take a moment to ground ourselves and breathe,” Halsin suggests. He rests one hand on Tav’s thigh and the other hangs at his side, wanting to comfort Gale but not wanting to overwhelm him.

Tav’s fingertips delicately trace over the lines traversing Gale's palm. Gale closes his eyes and focuses only on her calming touch and his breathing. His other hand still rests on Halsin's shoulder, giving him a sense of stability. He finds himself wanting a comforting touch from the elf as well, but doesn't trust his body's reaction to the sensation.

As the three of them sit in silence, a tangle of soft intimate touches, Gale's breathing begins to slow. He tunes out the worries and focuses on the connection that he feels between them. Opening his eyes, he catches Tav’s gaze and a soft smile tugs at his lips. His thumb rubs over Halsin's shoulder before he moves it to cradle Tav’s face. Gale presses his forehead to hers and they melt into each other for a moment.

“I love you,” Gale murmurs. His lips find hers for a soft, lingering kiss that manages to communicate a sense of both trust and longing.

“I love you,” Tav replies. Foreheads pressed together, they stare into each other's eyes for a moment and take it all in.

Gale presses his mouth to hers again, gentle and chaste, before he turns back to Halsin. “Show her just what a powerful archdruid is capable of.” He shoots the other man a wink, claps him on the back, and starts to pad over to his chair.

“As you wish,” Halsin growls and presses his face into the junction of Tav’s thighs. She yelps in surprise as his tongue plunges between her folds, and she grabs the elf’s hair for support. Halsin wastes no time shoving three fingers into her tight, dripping pussy and her hips jerk against his face. His assault is relentless and she knows she won't last long as he fills her with his fingers and worships her clit with his tongue.

Gale groans at the delightful sounds that spill from her throat as he watches Tav squirm. A loud squelching fills the room as Halsin fucks her with his thick fingers. She's babbling, hardly able to string coherent sounds together, as the nerves throughout her body thrum with pleasure. As he alternates between open-mouthed kisses to her vulva and his tongue frantically flicking over her aching clit, he curls his fingers back toward himself inside her to rub harshly over the spot that makes her see stars. Her knees nearly give out as the dam suddenly breaks and she's coming.

A broken sob escapes from Tav as her whole body curls inward and her walls spasm around Halsin's fingers. Her juices spill over his chin and his hand and he just can't get enough. She's so wet and so sweet that it may as well be honey that gushes over his tongue as he laps up everything she gives him.

Gale's cock leaks as he watches the larger man nearly drown in the ecstasy that flows from Tav, and he digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair in an attempt to maintain his composure. As much as he wants to touch and be touched, he finds he takes immense pleasure in watching her fall apart. His favorite part of being intimate with Tav is getting to witness the way her composure crumbles when she's reached a certain point. In most areas of her life, she's so put together and eloquent that it's a special privilege to see her in such a raw state when she's hardly more than a babbling mess.

The sounds Halsin makes are animalistic as he works Tav through her climax. He's so engulfed in her that he thinks he'd crawl inside her if he could, just to feel her over every inch of him. When she gets too sensitive to handle his mouth on her anymore, she tugs on his hair to drag him back up to his feet. Immediately, his mouth is on hers as he guides her back toward the bed.

Something in Halsin has snapped and his gentle, loving caresses have been replaced with raw, primal need. Tasting herself on his lips and tongue does something similar to Tav and her hands are everywhere, needing to map every inch of him.

She pants hard, trying to catch her breath from an intense orgasm, as his body covers hers on the bed. His fingers tangle in her hair and he grips tightly, desperate to hold her close. His mouth moves from her lips to her jaw to her neck, kissing and sucking at every spot of skin in his reach. Her fingertips dig into his back, trying impossibly to bring him closer to her. She needs to touch him, taste him, feel him, but it's not enough.

Tav reaches between Halsin's legs and wraps her hand around his aching cock. Halsin growls at the sensation, his face buried in her neck. His hips thrust forward on their own accord, seeking more as she grips him and slides her soft palm over his sensitive shaft.

“Need to be inside you,” Halsin grunts, his careful composure gone for the moment.

“Please,” Tav whines, begging for him to fill her.

Gale spits into his hand, deciding that he'll give in and stroke himself at the moment Halsin's beautiful cock sinks into the tight wetness of Tav’s pussy.

Tav moves to guide Halsin to her center but she doesn't move fast enough for the desperate elf, so he reaches between them to grip himself tightly and line himself up with her hole, coating the head in her slick. He looks into her eyes, about to ask for confirmation, but she nods frantically and wraps her legs around the backs of his thighs, drawing him in.

The world melts around Halsin for a moment as he plunges into the depths of pleasure. Her warm wetness engulfs him and his senses, blocking out any coherent thought. Driven by primal instinct, he begins to thrust into her hard and fast.

Gale grips his desperate cock and imagines that it's Tav’s cunt squeezing him rather than his own spit-soaked hand. He matches his strokes to the rhythm of Halsin's thrusts and it feels like a thunderstorm is brewing under his skin. He watches the giant elf’s broad, sweaty body as his thick cock impales the woman Gale loves. All uncertainty leaves him when he sees the look of ecstasy and desperation on her face – Gale knows what she needs and he revels in the gasps and whimpers she makes as she gets it.

Tav grips Halsin’s hair in a tight fist, digs the fingernails of her left hand into the meat of his tricep, and cries out at the slight sting and immense pleasure of her overfilled cunt taking everything it’s given. She’s chanting fuck , and please , and yes over and over as Halsin pounds into her.

He’s so close, unable to handle much more as his nerves crackle at the energy between them. His heart is pounding so hard he can hear the blood rushing in his ears alongside the sound of flesh striking flesh and the wet suction of Tav’s cunt trying to hold him deep inside.

Between heavy breaths, Halsin groans, “Gonna come – Where?” Gale’s hand is moving frantically up and down his cock, adding his own slapping sounds to the mix, as he hurtles toward his own climax. He can't stop watching the way Halsin's length disappears inside her as her walls grip him.

“Inside me!” Tav cries out and the desperate desire in her voice pushes both Gale and Halsin over the edge. Halsin shoves himself as deep into her depths as he can, and he paints her insides with his seed. At the same moment, Gale’s balls tighten and his hand stills as ropes of come spurt from his cock to paint his abdomen.

The sensation of Halsin’s cock pulsing and filling her sends Tav into her second climax as she spasms dramatically around him. Her cunt squeezes him tight, milking every drop it can get from him. Tav’s thighs quiver and her body shakes under him as the waves of pleasure course through her and come out of her mouth as wanton moans.

Gale's head drops back against the back of the chair as he tries to catch his breath. He holds his slowly-softening manhood and tries not to think about the mess he's made of his lap.

Halsin peppers kisses all over Tav’s face and chest as she comes down from her high, and once she catches her breath, she loosens her grip on his hair and kisses him passionately. They're both sweaty and flushed and a bit sore, but they're lost in each other for a short while. She pushes back the hair plastered to Halsin's forehead and he looks at her with such love and adoration that her heart could burst. After a few long moments drinking each other in, Halsin looks over at Gale before turning back to Tav.

“Let me go check on Gale, my heart.” The druid strokes her cheek and places a quick kiss to the corner of her dopey smile. She nods and allows her limbs to fall to the bed like dead weight, letting the normal sensations slowly return back to her body.

Gale lifts his head and watches as Halsin pulls out of her with a wince and stands. He looks at Gale with softness and a touch of mischief in his eyes as he approaches. Halsin stands over the other man and assesses the scene in front of him: his flushed cheeks, his chest glistening with sweat, the sticky mess clinging to his skin.

Gale's cheeks burn as he mistakes the look in Halsin's eyes for judgment rather than interest. “I seem to have made a bit of a mess of myself,” he tells the elf with a self-conscious chuckle.

“That you have,” Halsin hums. “Is that why you blush, handsome wizard?” Gale looks down at the floor, avoiding Halsin's gaze. There are so many thoughts and feelings going through his head and he can’t quite grasp how to process or articulate them. Halsin puts a finger under Gale's chin and tips his face so that he looks up at him. “Are you embarrassed to have enjoyed yourself?” Gale swallows heavily.

Tav is tempted to listen to their conversation but stays out of it, happily giving them as much privacy as she can without moving. Her eyelids are getting heavy, and she can feel sleep call to her.

“Perhaps.” Gale's voice is quiet and he picks at a loose thread on the arm of the chair.

“Oh, Gale,” Halsin says. “You don't have anything to be embarrassed about.” This gets Gale to look up to him, though he looks incredulous.

“Don't I? Aren't I supposed to feel possessive over my partner? What kind of man am I to get pleasure from watching her be taken and claimed by another? Shouldn't I feel discomfort? Shouldn’t I want to intervene?” His mind is racing and the words are spilling out before he can filter them. Insecurities from his past begin to bubble up and, though he tries, he can’t cast them aside anymore.

Halsin smiles gently. “It would seem that you're the kind of man who enjoys seeing your love be happy and fulfilled. Did you feel discomfort?”

Gale pauses before answering, carefully considering and taking inventory of his mind. “I did feel discomfort at first, when I was thinking about it. I was worried about how I’d react once things started happening. I know that no matter how much you mentally prepare for something, you can never truly know what you’ll do until you’re in the situation. However, once you were here and it was real, I felt much calmer. I couldn’t help but to get aroused and that overrode my thinking, which allowed me to enjoy the experience and lean into the pleasure.” Halsin mulls over Gale’s words, contemplating their meaning. He knows that ultimately, Gale’s philosophies and morals come from very different sources from his own, and he takes that into consideration as he ponders how to frame his response.

“I believe that nature itself gave us the capability to be complex and ever-changing beings, and that includes every facet of our sexuality. Whether we’re monogamous or opposed to it, or somewhere in between, is deeply personal and potentially dynamic. It’s natural to fall anywhere on that spectrum, and it’s natural for your needs and wants to shift based on circumstances. If you enjoyed yourself, and everyone involved both fully consented and enjoyed themselves, why should there be shame? What purpose would that shame serve?”

Gale sits in silence for a moment as he processes. He thinks deeply, his thoughts branching off into a thousand different directions as he tries to break it down like any other intellectual endeavor. Some parts are quick to click into place in his mind, while others are more difficult to understand and internalize. “I can concede that you make some very good points, but I have to wonder about others. In the past, with Mystra, she sought other lovers and I did not enjoy that in the slightest. Why would that be different now? Could the difference be that I somehow love Tav less than I did Mystra? That I feel less afraid to lose her and thus am less emotionally reactive?”

Halsin can’t help but chuckle that someone with such an immense breadth of knowledge can be so disconnected from the inner workings of his own mind. “Oh, Gale. You wizards certainly do enjoy overcomplicating things, don't you? Could it not instead mean that you’re less afraid to lose her because you feel secure in your relationship with Tav, whereas with Mystra you did not?”

Gale ponders that, his mind running through the different instances when Mystra found pleasure in the arms of another and comparing them to the instances when he'd discussed the same with Tav. “With Mystra, it wasn't a conversation or a choice. She told me that was how it was going to be and who was I to argue with my goddess? Her word was final and if I wanted to be with her, I had to find a way to deal with her decisions on my own–”

“I think you know that's not how a partnership is meant to be.” Halsin’s response is curt and leaves little room for argument, which manages to trigger Gale’s deep-seeded reflex to defend Mystra. He stops himself, however, as he recognizes what is happening and it surprises him.

“I suppose intellectually, I do.” Gale sighs and continues, “Things with Mystra were also different in that I was not allowed the same courtesy. While I may not have wanted to be with anyone other than her, the fact of the matter is that I would have never been allowed to be. That is, as you’re well aware, not the case with Tav.”

“Indeed, and I think those differences are enough to make this an entirely different situation. Do you?”

Gale takes in Halsin’s words and the comforting, understanding look in his eyes, and he nods. He respects the druid’s judgment, knowing it comes from many years of experience. The way he’s explained it allows the rational side of Gale’s brain to connect with the emotional side. Halsin knows what he’s talking about.

“Is there someone else you'd like to be with now, Gale?” Halsin asks tentatively.

Gale sucks in a sharp breath and looks back up at Halsin. He’s somehow surprised that the conversation has taken this turn and, despite everything he’s just bared to the other man, he tries to steel himself against the impulse to hide or deflect. He shies away from the feeling of Halsin gazing into his soul and closes his eyes before answering, “I– I’d like to be with you, Halsin. Or at least give it a try.”

The room is silent for a moment and Gale opens his eyes again. A soft smile spreads across the druid’s face in response as he takes in how open and exposed the wizard looks. Not even taking into account the fact that he’s sitting naked in front of him, the look on Gale's face is one of pure vulnerability. It’s clear that it’s not easy for him to put himself out there like this.

“I had hoped you'd say that, Gale Dekarios.” Halsin caresses the stubble on Gale's jawline with his thumb, basking in the way his eyes sparkle as he looks up at the taller man.

“You did?” Gale’s voice sounds surprised.

“Of course I did,” Halsin chuckles. He crouches down to bring himself to Gale’s level, at least physically, and gazes intently into the man's eyes. “I may have to question your wisdom if you claim to be unaware of my attraction to you.”

Gale can’t help but laugh, blushing furiously but thankful that the other man has lightened the moment. His gentle teasing breaks the tension, much like when Tav does the same. “I suppose I can admit that I've noticed some signals from you.” He glances away, feeling exposed in the intensity of Halsin's gaze, before continuing, “In my defense, you are such an open, comfortable, and confident man that it can be difficult to discern what is genuine interest and what is just you being, well, you.”

He reaches out to touch the larger man but hesitates as he isn’t sure where to start. When Halsin grins, Gale brushes the tip of his thumb over his bottom lip, marveling at how it feels to touch him while the broad elf looks at him with adoration and hunger. His lip is soft and plush, and Gale wants to feel it everywhere. Halsin purses his lips and kisses the pad of Gale’s thumb, causing the human’s breath to catch in his throat. “Kiss me,” Gale whispers.

Of course, Halsin immediately obliges. Before the words are fully out of his mouth, Halsin runs his fingers through Gale's soft waves and presses his palm against the back of his head. Halsin gently guides Gale's face toward his, slow enough to give him plenty of chances to change his mind and pull away, and presses his lips against the lips of the younger man.

Gale kisses him back sweetly and then not-so-sweetly, as his mouth drifts open to allow Halsin to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips over Gale's tongue, massaging the strong muscle. Gale tastes Tav’s juices on Halsin's tongue and it stirs something in him. His hands begin scrabbling for purchase, desperate to get a good grip and pull the elf closer, nearly dragging Halsin into his lap. He hungers for him, eager to explore every nook and cranny of Halsin's mouth with his tongue.

Gale's breathing is ragged as the two men get lost in each other. They move to stand to get closer to one another, and Gale shudders at the way Halsin's hand nearly dwarfs his face when it cups his jaw. The smaller man's fingertips dig into the elf's thick biceps as he fails to resist grinding their hips together.

Halsin's pupils are blown wide as he takes in the uncharacteristic neediness of the wizard. He wants so badly to make the less experienced man feel good, so he slides down to his knees and gazes up at Gale.

Gale lets out another shuddering breath as he attempts to process the scene in front of him: he's seen Tav in this position countless times and it never gets old, but the novelty of seeing a powerful archdruid on his knees for him is nearly overwhelming.

“May I?” Halsin asks softly after what feels like ages. Unable to trust his voice, Gale meekly nods.

Halsin runs his hands up Gale's thighs, callused fingers catching on the soft hair there, and places a single kiss on Gale's pelvic crest. He looks up at the brunette to gauge his reaction and the reverent look on his face encourages Halsin to continue. He leaves gentle pecks across Gale's soft belly, undeterred by the partially-dry spendings that coat his skin. Halsin drags his tongue across a particularly bountiful river of Gale’s spend before sucking it into his mouth, delighting in the taste of his essence. He continues to suck at the skin there, leaving a mark on the flesh, just a hair west of where Gale needs his mouth the most. Gale’s wound so tightly that Halsin can feel the tension where he touches him as he continues to place teasing kisses across the wizard’s navel and groin.

“Please,” Gale whines and Halsin’s cock jumps at the sound. The elf’s mouth hovers over the other man’s length, his hot breath caressing Gale’s hardness. The man’s hands rest on Halsin’s shoulders but clench into fists as he tries to resist pulling Halsin’s face closer.

Prolonging the torture, Halsin’s hands dance across Gale’s skin until they settle over his hips. Halsin locks eyes with Gale, smirking, and just as the desperate man is about to beg him to do something, anything , he slips Gale’s aching cock into his mouth in one fluid motion. The tension in Gale’s muscles doubles as his senses are overloaded with pleasure. Halsin’s mouth is hot and wet as he sucks Gale down until his nose is pressed into Gale’s coarse brown curls. The wizard’s legs nearly give out as his body begins to relax in response to the chorus of wondrous sensations.

Gale lets out a stream of curses under his breath as Halsin’s mouth begins to move over him. His tongue slides along the underside of Gale’s cock and the less experienced man can’t help but tangle his fingers into the druid’s long hair. He begins babbling, narrating the sensations he’s feeling and heaping praise onto the kneeling man, when he sees Tav stir out of the corner of his eye. Not wanting to wake her, he digs his front teeth into his lip to keep his voice at bay, but the monologue of nonsense continues to run through his head.

Halsin bobs his head, licking and sucking Gale like a man starved, and Gale’s hips begin moving on their own accord. He takes everything Gale is willing to give him as he works the wizard over, and he doesn’t even flinch when Gale suddenly thrusts forward, tenses, and spurts come down his throat. The elf slows his movements, greedily swallowing every drop that the other man releases and working Gale through his peak.

As Gale becomes to sensitive to handle the sensation anymore, Halsin pulls his mouth off of him but otherwise makes no attempt to move from his position. Gale breathes deeply, grounding himself by running his fingers through the druid’s soft yet tangled hair. Halsin moves to stand, caressing Gale’s sides as he does so. The room quiet around them, they stand in comfortable silence for a few moments and just breathe. Gale’s fingers are still in Halsin’s hair, Halsin’s hands rest on Gale’s hips as if stabilizing him, and they gaze into each other’s eyes. Gale doesn’t know what to say, simultaneously wanting to process everything and not wanting his mind to drift away from the current moment.

“I think it’s time to get some rest,” Halsin suggests.

“But what about you? Do you want me to return the favor?” Gale asks, his mind suddenly trying to fill in his understanding of the expected etiquette of the situation. Halsin chuckles and strokes the wizard’s cheek.

“We can save that for next time. Right now, I think Tav’s got the right idea.” They both glance over to where she lays, nude and sprawled across the bed, only one leg under the covers. An adoring smile creeps over Gale’s face as he watches her shift in her sleep. He turns back to Halsin and his eyes flit over the elf’s face, carefully cataloging every freckle, dimple, and wrinkle.

“Let me get cleaned up and then I’ll join you two,” Gale says, tipping his head in the direction of the bed.

“Will you stay?” Gale’s voice is quiet, but no longer shrouded in uncertainty. Halsin brings his hands up to the wizard’s face and smiles.

“I’d like that.” Halsin presses a gentle kiss to the other man’s lips, and Gale’s surprised at how natural it feels. Gale knows that at some point, likely the next day, his mind will take over and need to analyze every aspect of the situation, but for the moment, he feels safe and desired and loved.

Halsin smiles and caresses Gale's jaw with his thumbs. “Take your time, we’ll make sure there’s room for you.”

[crimsonxcloverr]

70s!dale x fem!reader

content/trigger warning: creeper dale, public sex, cnc, humiliation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v, size kink??, praising

word count: 1726

a/n: i’m taking a break from my fic, and again it’s not finished! also hope it’s not cringe yucky! i will dale kobble myself. i only wrote this to make myself feel better! so enjoy this hehe.

GET IT ON

your throat was sore and raw from all the screaming and singing as you push past people in the crowded arena, marc bolan and t. rex continue the performance as the room began to overwhelm you. you eventually make it outside and adjust your skirt while walking to the concession stands.

“cuckoo.”

you turn around and see a rather tall man with a botched face approaching you, his attire evident that he was enjoying the t.rex concert as well.

“and who’s this pretty little angel?” he giggles trying to catch up to get a better glimpse. “you really are sight for sore eyes, mhmm. what’s your name?”

“none of your business,” you mumble making your way to the stand that seemed further away than usual due to this creep on your ass.

“you were at the concert, right? i saw you walk out,” he says looking you up and down while walking next to you. “you having fun?”

“yes.” you sigh as you wait in line watching the man dig in his jean pocket. he pulls his wallet out and gives you a smile as you look up at him.

"good… that’s good, i like that. i’d hate to see a pretty angel like you not have fun,” he pauses for a moment and giggles, “y’know, i had gigs a few times in this same arena, some people even know me around here. i even have a gig here next week,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone while he nods and smiles.

you look at him and scoff, completely taken off guard watching him hold some cash as he waits next to you. “no kidding.” this guy wasn’t half bad, glamrockers were your thing. “what’s your name, anyways?”

“ah, ah. i asked you first,” he giggles again, booping your nose and watching you crinkle it under his touch.

“y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeats testing your name out on his tongue, his finger now on his chin as if he were in deep thought. “i love it. i’m dale, my precious angel.”

he gives you a rather big smile and you couldn’t help but give him a smile back, his energy comforting in an odd way. you both get to the front of the line and dale kindly pays for your water, the two of you walking to a secluded spot.

“did you need anything?” you ask wondering why he even followed you out in the first place when he could be enjoying the show.

“no, i didn’t need anything. i just wanted to chat with you, that’s all.”

he chugs his beer and throws it out in the trash next to you, walking away down a dark corridor without saying a word. he whistles as he walks with his hands behind his back, but his whistling is loud, a sign he clearly wants you to follow. or so you thought. you let out a sigh and throw your empty cup out before following his lanky frame down the hall.

dale pauses and turns, stunned to see you following. “well what’s this?” he grins and his blue eyes burn through you.

“oh, i thought-“

“you thought what?” he steps closer to you and backs you up against the wall. “you thought i wanted you to follow, didn’t you, you silly goose?”

he clearly fooled you on purpose just to see if you’d follow, his little scheme working. his finger brushes against your cheek and your breathing begins to pick up, someone exiting a side door catches you both off guard. “oh, hey dale!” they say giving him a wave. dale gives them a nod and wave in return watching them as they walk away. he looks back at you and shakes his head.

“you keep following me around like this, someone might think you’re a groupie,” he whispers as his hand travels down to your shirt, his index finger teasingly pulling at the v cut to see what you’re hiding in there. “although, the thought is enticing… my personal groupie, a little stage angel perched up on my speaker, how would that sound?”

you have no words, but your body is doing the talking. you can feel wetness gathering in your panties as he talks. dale can see it in your face that you want this as much as he does, but in a public setting? no way, but you were too stunned to move, too horny not to walk away. his hand slides down your body and towards your skirt, his eyes on yours as he stares at you from under his eyebrows.

“you like this, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, his fingers wiggling inside the waistbands of your skirt and stockings. he scoffs when he gets to the waistband of your panties. “so many layers hiding that pretty pussy…”

he manages to get past your panties and he lets out a mocking gasp, a soft moan coming from you when his slender fingers play with your wetness.

“you do like this, my angel,” he chuckles while rubbing your clit, his curls dangling in your face as he towers over you. “was it the groupie talk? hm? me wanting you perched up on the speaker really got you going, didn’t it?”

you nod unable to form words as he now starts to finger you. you can’t help but bury your face into his chest to hide your moans as people left the show and pile in the lobby. his scent turns you on even more, the smell of cigarettes, light fabric softener, and patchouli filling your nostrils. you moan louder as his slender fingers play with your sweet spot, dale letting out a chuckle and keeping a look out for prying eyes.

“you always get this wet for strangers? or just knock off versions of marc bolan?” he teases clearly making fun of you for getting fingered by a complete stranger. “turn around.”

you watch as he sucks his fingers before turning and pressing your face against the cold wall, dale crouching behind you and folding your skirt up, tucking the fabric into your waist band to keep it up.

“dale,” you hiss as people walk towards the bathroom fifteen feet away from you both. your attention breaks away from them when he tears your stockings open. “hey!”

“ooo,” he moans as he sees the sight before him. “let’s see what you’ve been hiding under theses…”

you squirm some more as he pulls down your panties and spreads your asscheeks to get a view of your pussy from behind. dale lets out a deep groan and immediately buries his face into you, his nose pressing against your asshole as he laps over your soaked cunt. sloppy wet sounds fill the corridor as he eats you, his tongue making your legs weak.

“please,” you whimper as dale begins tongue fucking you, your eyes still keeping a look out as humiliation bubbles up inside you, but the pleasure was just too good.

he groans and keeps your asscheeks spread, trying to push his tongue deeper into you the best he could. he pulls away and sucks your lips while doing so, giving your clit a few licks.

“as juicy as a peach,” he whispers wiping your juices off his face. he gives your ass a slap and stands, his hard bulge pressing against you. “i have a surprise for you,” he giggles.

you hear him taking off his belt and unzipping his fly, his movements and the sounds coming from him told you all you need to know. you gasp softly as he roughly pulls your hips towards him, dale running the tip of his fat cock up and down your pussy, teasing you and preparing you for the massive stretch. he presses his tip at your entrance and immediately puts his hand over your mouth, the girth of his fat cock making you scream in both pleasure and pain.

“that’s it, my little groupie,” he grunts in your ear, his hand still covering your mouth as he thrusts nice and deep into you. “let me fill you up…”

he grips your hair and makes your back arch more, your moans and groans vibrating against his hand. his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot and cervix, the feeling making your stomach tighten and your legs want to give out. you felt yourself getting closer, your pussy squeezing around him tightly making him grunt.

“god-fuck! you keep squeezing, i’m gonna fill you up before you can finish,” he growls in your ear as his hips collide against your ass. “relax that pussy…”

you moan and shake your head trying to buck him off as people were in line, still oblivious to what was happening. you wanted him to make you cum so bad, his size was something you never had before. you bounce against him trying to speed up the process and he moves his hand from your hair down to your tit, squeezing it and enjoying how full and squishy it is.

your orgasm gets closer and closer and your moans grow louder as dale pounds into you. you were getting sore from the pounding, but you squeeze even tighter and his cock twitches inside you. he pushes in once more and it triggers you both to cum, your tight throbbing cunt milking him as he pushes his cock deeper. he keeps his hand over your mouth as he pulls out, you still moaning and panting from the aftershock and your legs start to shake.

“you did so well for me,” he praises softly while removing his hand from your mouth, “i think next week you come to my gig at six, except before the show, i eat that pretty pussy while you sit on the speaker, how’s that?” he whispers while pulling your panties up and tearing your torn stockings away from your body.

“okay,” you reply, helping him tear the stockings from your body. you pull your skirt back down and turn to look at him.

“most girls tap out, but you did so well,” he coos while tucking his cock back into his leopard printed underwear and fixing his pants. “i’ll see you again, my little stage angel.”

he gives you a wink and nudges your jaw gently with his fist before walking off into the crowded lobby of fangirls and wanna be rockstars.

[little-jana]

Mistletoe Series: 🎄David Rossi (4)

"Holiday Wisdom"

Pairing: mentor!David Rossi x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fatherfigure!Rossi, talk of burnout, forehead kiss

Words: 1.5k

Summary: A fatherly kiss under the mistletoe from a certain Italian.

The BAU Christmas party was in full swing, and it was exactly what I expected from Penelope Garcia—a riot of color and glitter. The bullpen was draped in twinkling lights, garlands hung from every corner, and ornaments dangled from desks and cubicles. The crowning touch was the mistletoe—strategically placed in seemingly every doorway and corner of the room.

It was festive, cheerful, and a little overwhelming. I sipped at a mug of cider, lingering by the dessert table, watching my team. Emily and JJ were by the bar, laughing over something Derek had said. Spencer was standing in a corner, deep in conversation with Rossi, no doubt unloading a detailed history of holiday traditions. Hotch was nearby, his rare, faint smile softened by the glow of the lights.

This was my family. My sometimes dysfunctional, always dependable family. And tonight, for once, we weren’t chasing monsters or piecing together the horrors of human behavior. We were just… us.

“Enjoying yourself?”

I turned to see David Rossi standing beside me, a wine glass in hand, his expression equal parts amused and curious.

“Trying to,” I said with a small smile. “It’s a bit much.”

He smirked, gesturing around the room. “That’s Garcia for you. Go big or go home.”

“She definitely went big,” I replied, my smile widening.

Rossi chuckled, his rich, warm laugh cutting through the noise of the party. “You look like you could use something stronger than cider.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What, like your fancy Chianti?”

He held up his glass, swirling the deep red liquid. “Chianti Classico. Pairs beautifully with everything, including over-the-top Christmas parties.”

“Of course,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you keep me around,” he said, smirking.

There was something comforting about Rossi’s presence. He had a way of grounding people, of offering guidance without being overbearing. From the moment I joined the team, he’d taken me under his wing, doling out advice, teasing me when I needed it, and giving me the occasional nudge in the right direction.

“Seriously, though,” he said, his tone softening. “How are you holding up?”

I hesitated, knowing he’d see through any attempt to brush off the question. “I’m okay,” I said finally. “It’s just… a lot. The cases, the travel, the holidays. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know how to stop.”

Rossi nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s the thing about this job. It doesn’t leave much room for balance. But you need to find it, Y/N. Burnout doesn’t just happen—it builds. You’ve got to know when to step back.”

I smiled faintly. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” he admitted. “But it’s necessary. Trust me, I’ve been where you are. It’s easy to pour everything into the job and forget about yourself in the process. But if you don’t take care of yourself, you can’t take care of anyone else.”

I looked at him, surprised by the earnestness in his voice. “You’re really good at this, you know. The whole dad thing.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I prefer to think of myself as an older, wiser mentor. But if you want to call me your BAU dad, I won’t argue.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Thanks, Rossi. I mean it.”

He smiled, the kind of warm, genuine smile that always managed to put me at ease.

“Y/N!”

We both turned as Penelope bounded toward us, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She had a sprig of mistletoe in one hand and a step ladder in the other, and I immediately knew where this was going.

“Oh, no,” I muttered.

“Oh, yes,” Penelope said, grinning. “You two are standing in the *perfect* spot.”

“Garcia,” Rossi said, his voice tinged with exasperation.

“Don’t even try to argue,” she said, cutting him off. “Rules are rules. Mistletoe means you’ve got to kiss.”

I groaned, glancing up to confirm that, yes, we were indeed standing directly under a sprig of mistletoe. “This is ridiculous.”

“It’s tradition!” Penelope said, crossing her arms. “And you know how I feel about tradition.”

Rossi sighed, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation. “Fine. But I’m doing this my way.”

Before I could protest, Rossi turned to me, his gaze soft. He stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on my shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, kid,” he said quietly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

It wasn’t romantic or awkward—it was warm, reassuring, and full of affection. The kind of gesture that reminded me just how much Rossi cared, even if he rarely said it outright.

I blinked up at him, my heart unexpectedly full. “Merry Christmas, Rossi,” I said softly.

Penelope sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine, that was adorable. Not what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”

Rossi chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t push your luck, Garcia.”

She flounced off in search of her next mistletoe victims, leaving us standing there.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, looking up at him.

“For what?”

“For… being you,” I said, feeling a little foolish but meaning every word.

Rossi smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Anytime, kid.”

As the party continued around us, I couldn’t help but feel grateful—not just for Rossi, but for all of it. This team, this family.

And in that moment, under the twinkling lights and the ridiculous mistletoe, I realized just how lucky I was to have them.

[antoncore]

I'm feeling soft so imagine slow dancing with bf!riize :(( like you're in the kitchen doing the dishes after a date night and then there's a soft song and suddenly you're wrapped in his arms, his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulder and you're just dancing and looking at each other. I can see shotaro being playfully leading the dance and giggly, eunseok acting like he hates it even if he tightens his hold when you move from him, sungchan all smiley, wonbin being shy, seunghan playfully pinching you, sohee smiling so hard his teeth are on display and anton with a soft lovestruck expression. They'd all fall all over again for you in this moment.

this is so sweet i’m gonna cry myself to sleep actually… i added some songs i hope you don’t mind anon <3

i feel like shotaro would almost take it seriously, trying to teach you how to slow dance properly in the middle of your kitchen. you’d get it wrong, stepping on his feet bc you’re not a dancer and it all ends with giggles as you go back to what you were doing before.

eunseok would be acting like he didn’t enjoy it, his face all moody. you’d be all enthusiastic, saying, “come on seokie, this is romantic, right?” while he just looks down at you. eventually you got frustrated with how he was being so you decided to pull away, taken by surprise when he holds you closer, giving you a kiss on the head as you continue dancing around.

i feel as if sungchan would be smiling from admiring your beauty. he could see every little detail up close and he didn’t think it was possible but he fell in love with you even more than he had before. he would whisper “so beautiful” as you danced, unable to take his eyes away from your beautiful face.

dancing with wonbin as he looks away shyly, acting as if it’s the start of your relationship all over again. if he did look at you, he’d be looking at you with glossy eyes as he tried to hold back his tears. the love he had for you was so overwhelming and he felt it through his entire body, there was nobody else in the world for him.

you’re all smiley and giggly, looking down as seunghan has his arms around your waist. you still felt so shy being close to seunghan like this and you couldn’t even explain why. he would tell you not to be so shy and just look at him and you did. he would take a moment to squish your cheeks and say softly, “look at you, you’re so adorable y/n, i love you so much.”

sohee loved the song that played in the background, not only did he know all the words, the lyrics reminded him of you. he would be smiling so big, it was so adorable to see :( would also sing along while looking into your eyes, his way of showing you how much you meant to him.

for anton, this would be the moment he would realise that he wanted you to be his forever. everyday could be like this, washing dishes and then dancing around the kitchen. he would be so stuck in his thoughts that he wouldn’t even realise the love struck expression on his face. it was the cutest thing ever, that very moment stuck in your head every single day.

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hey I hope this doesn't trigger or upset you but if you have the bandwidth to answer this, do you have any tips how to snap out of a deep depression spiral/suicidal ideation moment? It's been this bad before but that was years ago and I really don't want to do anything at the moment, can't even find joy in listening to music or anything like that and I have things to do but I can't find the energy to care 😭 I am constantly depressed but right now I could literally cry over anything and I'm so lonely it's physically painful. do you have any like snap yourself out of it tricks?

hey, i’m really sorry you’re feeling like this right now. it sounds so heavy, and i want you to know you don’t have to carry all of it alone. tbh when you’re in this deep, it’s not about “snapping out of it.” i think the more the pressure yourself to feel normal again the worse it'll seem in comparison. in my experience it’s about finding the tiniest, most manageable ways to soften the weight, even just for a moment. you don’t have to fix everything or feel better all at once. just getting through right now is enough, and i hope you can remind yourself of that when it feels impossible.

when everything feels too big, start with something so small it almost feels silly. drinking a glass of water or splashing your face with cold water can help. sometimes holding something cold or textured in your hands can ground you, just giving your brain like a tiny sensory shift. if moving feels like too much, even lying down with your feet flat on the floor or wrapped in a blanket can offer a small sense of safety. if there’s one small task you can focus on—like brushing your teet or t opening a window for some fresh air then imo it’s okay to count that as a win. these little things might not feel meaningful in the moment and they definitely don't feel like a solution to a massive mental health crsis or issue, but they can create just enough space for you to keep going. for me getting out of my mind and into my body is really important for this. and it's not always easy like sometimes i feel incredibly locked into my brain but literally forcing myself to do a grounding technique sometimes does help. i hate it in the moment and feel like shit the whole time but it is better than nothing and it can have a lasting positive impact.

you’ve done something really significant by reaching out here, and if you can, i'd urge you to try to take another small step by telling someone in your life how you’re feeling. you don’t need to explain everything. just saying something like, “i’m having a really hard time right now and i don’t want to be alone,” or something along those lines can help. if that feels too hard, you can text or message someone instead, even if it’s a short note. and if reaching out to someone feels too far away right now, there are crisis lines and text services where you can talk without judgment—just someone to be there with you in this moment. you deserve to feel less alone in this, even if it’s just one tiny connection at a time. keep taking it moment by moment; that’s all you need to do right now.

i know how incredibly hard it is to even think about moving through something this overwhelming. it takes so much strength just to sit with feelings like these, and i hope you can give yourself credit for holding on. sending so much love your way. ❤️

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