#Nice Boy Seeks Same For Hook-Up

[tasteracha]

brother’s best friend

word count: 2.4k

warnings: possessive behavior, reader is called sweet girl, afab!reader

synopsis: you told your brother chan that his 25th birthday would be eventful, a true milestone, but even you couldn’t have prepared him for the mess that unraveled. or alternatively, minho, your brother's best friend, is your friends-with-benefits-but-with-feelings.

you and chan have always been more of best friends than siblings. having such a small age gap meant you always had the same teachers, the same hobbies, the same circles of friends - of which included lee minho. 

lee fucking minho. 

the man has been in your lives for longer than you can remember, since you used to ride around your neighborhood on your pink tricycle and him and chan would chase behind you like the young boys they were. the older you got the less annoying he seemed to you - you found yourself seeking out his company instead of shying away from it. it was different than the rest of chan’s boys. hyunjin and felix were your comfort, the ones you went to when you needed a shoulder to cry on or a hug to make all your problems disappear if only for a moment. changbin and jisung were chan’s right and left hands, or wings as they liked to call it. you couldn’t find your brother without those two anymore, it’s a good thing you like them so much otherwise you would go insane with their constant presence. jeongin and seungmin were the two youngest, snarky and pouty and your favorite thing to do was to smother them with cuddles and kisses just to hear their complaints. there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for them.

minho somehow managed to encompass all of that. his comfort, his constant presence, his aversion to touch from anyone that isn’t you. it’s no wonder you ended up making out over the console of his car when he drove you home from a party last year. 

and again in a dingy club bathroom, away from prying eyes and secret-spilling lips.

and again under the tree that you used to climb together when you were younger.

and again. and again. and again.

the amount of times you’ve hooked up are more than you can count on both of your hands, now. you both know you’re exclusive even though neither of you have talked about it. there are too many feelings, too much history for it to be anything other than love, even if you’re unwilling to admit it yet. 

which leads you to now - sipping a fruity cocktail that’s probably more liquor than juice even though you can’t taste it. you’ve been nursing it for so long that the ice has melted and the condensation is dripping off your fingers, but it serves as a nice distraction from the guy that’s been trying to chat you up for the past hour or so. 

trying is the key word. he’s incredibly dull, and for every thirty words he’s spoken you’ve barely gotten in one. he’s been telling you about some business his friend is starting with him, and he reaches out to touch your shoulder when you finally catch sight of minho across the room. he turns towards you as if he feels your gaze on him, and his eyes harden when he sees the guy’s hand on you. 

if eyes could kill, the guy would have two burning holes smoking on the back of his head right now. you gently shrug the guys hand off of you, taking a sip of your drink as minho stalks across the room and slides up behind you, snaking an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. his fingers are digging into your skin and you can feel the tense set of his jaw, and you waste no time twirling out of his hold.

“min,” you hiss. your grip on his arm like a vice as you drag him to the kitchen, flirty boy left behind with his hand still outstretched. if minho wasn’t wearing a jacket you’re sure your nails would be digging into his flesh right now. “what are you doing.”

“i’m just showing everyone here who you belong to, or have you forgotten?” he purrs out, not caring for a second how irritated you are at him. did you say you were in love with him? you take it back. not an ounce of love is present right now.

“you know we can’t,” you frown, knowing that his actions are because of his emotions, not because he wants to mess with you or chan. “not here.”

his eyes narrow and he lets out a breath, crossing his arms like a child. 

“if one more of those brats looks at you wrong, i won’t be able to stop myself.”

you didn’t know if it was a threat or a warning. maybe it was a promise. 

the night goes on. you try and stay glued to chan’s side the entire night, knowing that minho wouldn’t try anything with his best friend standing right there. it also helps that chan is always surrounded by his friends and not random guys that showed up because they heard about the event, so there was no opportunity for Jealous Minho to show his face. 

shit goes a little sideways when your bladder catches up with you and you have to use the bathroom, alone in your trek up the stairs where you know the cleanest one was. 

the flirty guy whose name you don’t remember is waiting at the foot of the stairs when you return, his insanely white smile glinting from the fairy lights you helped hang up earlier. 

“i thought i lost you,” he said, blocking your escape from the hallway. “i wanted to get your number? if that’s okay.”

before you could come up with some way to politely decline, minho reappears as if summoned by someone other than him giving you attention. he moves his body physically between you and the guy, baring his teeth like a cat. 

“she’s not available,” he almost growls, standing at his full height. it’s somehow intimidating even though the guy has a couple of inches on him. 

“whoa, okay,” the guy says, holding his hands up in surrender as he backs a foot away. “i didn’t know. no harm right?”

“there was definitely harm-“

“all good,” you interrupt minho, poking your head out from behind his shoulder. “nice meeting you, but you should probably go.”

he walks away and you expect minho to deflate, but he still stands with his hackles raised like a predator. 

“i was going to handle that,” you pout when he doesn’t say anything, honestly a little turned on by his caveman-like behavior even though you would never tell him that. he knows you can fight your own battles, even though he decided to step in. it’s a matter of him showing the guy who has a bigger dick, rather than him being narrow minded. 

“i’ll show you what you can handle,” he grumbles, gesturing at you to follow him as he stalks away. 

you follow him like a helpless moth to a flame as he leads you into the guest bedroom on the main floor. you let him, the fight inside of you having not left but waiting for the right moment. not in front of everyone, your brain supplies helpfully. 

“what, you didn’t want to use chan’s bedroom?” you ask as he closes the door behind you. “really seal in the deal, since there’s no way he doesn’t know about us now-“

he cuts you off with a searing kiss, his hands ember-warm on either side of your face as he holds you close to him. 

“do not talk about your brother when i’m about to fuck you,” he murmurs against your lips. 

oh. 

“who says i want you to?” you back away, false bravado coating your words. of course you want him to. you never stop wanting him. 

“you’re telling me you’re not wet right now?” he arches a brow at you. “i saw how you were looking at me. you forget how well i can read you.”

the unspoken sentiment of you can say no, it’s your choice is hidden in his words. you know him just as well as he knows you, well enough to be able to read between the lines that he’s laid out for you. 

but he’s right - you are wet. the feeling gets more intense as he steps back into your space and you let him, meeting his lips with a sigh. 

he kneels to the floor when you part, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down with your panties inch by inch. he presses fluttering kisses to each bit of skin that’s revealed until your legs feel weak and shaky. he tosses the clothes to the side once they’re off, not showing them a fraction of the reverence that he shows you as he stands and helps you to lay onto the bed, cushioning your head onto the pillows. 

he drapes his body over yours after dealing with his own pants and boxers, leaning his head down to kiss and bite at your neck as he slowly grinds against you. 

“mine,” he mumbles into your skin, making your skin flush and your entire body sing. 

“yes,” you breath out, tilting your head back for him. he jerks at your verbal confirmation, growling into your neck before leaning up on his forearm to look at you. 

“come on, my sweet girl,” he says, letting the head of his cock slide through your folds in an infuriatingly teasing way. it catches in your clit with each swipe and you have to bite your tongue to hold back the noises that threaten to spill from your mouth. the sounds coming from your bodies are already obscene enough. “show me who you belong to.”

“fuck, i’m your-“ your sentence can’t even make it out before he sinks into you in one full strike, his hips connecting with yours. a gasp leaves your throat and he smirks, a satisfied glint swimming in his eyes like there always is when he pulls out a reaction from you. 

“let me hear you,” he says, rocking into you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him dragging in and out of you. you slide your hands into the back of his shirt and dig your nails into his muscle, letting out a moan when he pushes his hips even deeper. 

“yes, yes,” your voice is strangled, your breath is punched out with every push of his cock. you’re so full of him, he’s covering every inch of you and yet it’s not enough. “please, more?”

his eyes go soft when he looks at you, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. 

“how can i say no when you ask so nicely?” he says, voice soft and just bordering on condescending. he picks up his pace, the headboard rocking back and forth with your bodies as he rolls his hips in a steady rhythm. 

you’re letting out little staccato bursts of breath in tune with his movements that morph into thready moans when he switches his angle just so. he’s hitting that spot inside of you just right, making your entire body feel like it’s on fire and doused in ice water all at once. you feel the pressure building in your lower belly, too soon even though it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours. 

“come for me,” he pants out, the exertion catching up to him even though he doesn’t pause even for a moment. “please, baby, i need to see you fall apart for me.”

so you do. your legs shake as your orgasm takes over, clenching around him over and over and you can’t even keep track of the noises spilling out of your mouth because it feels so good. 

he keeps going, even as you begin to twitch in the pleasure-pain of oversensitivity until he’s pulling out and spilling onto your thighs. he collapses next to you, pulling you close so he can bury his face into your hair as you both come down from your highs. 

“i love you, you know that right?” it’s the first time you’ve said it to him. the timing is wrong, the location is wrong, but you couldn’t let yourself leave this room without telling him that. he jerks away and blinks as you, once, twice, three times before kissing you until you’re breathless again, not giving you any time to regret your words. 

“i love you too,” he says when he pulls back, his lips red and shiny where they’re pulled into a helpless smile. his hair is a mess and his eyes are watery and tinged a little pink but he looks beautiful. 

“well, lover,” you grin, pressing one last peck to his lips. “clean yourself off of me, please.”

his smile drops into a scowl but his eyes stay soft as he rolls off the bed to find a towel. he cleans you up gently and helps you back into your clothes, contrasted by the way he swats your butt once you’re both dressed. 

“my shirt is wrinkled,” you whine, looking down at the mussed up fabric hanging from your frame. 

“it’s a party, everyone’s shirt is wrinkled,” he says, smoothing his hands down your sides. “no one will notice.”

but when you return to the living room it’s not your shirt that you have to worry about. most of the party had left, leaving only seven of your closest friends. 

seven of your closest friends that are now staring at the two of you, all conversations paused when they notice you there.  

“really? minho?” chan says, arching an eyebrow. he looks stern, but you know him; it’s a show. he’s not really mad. a breath of relief rushes out of your lungs. “of all of them, minho? you couldn’t have chosen seungmin?”

“hey,” seungmin pouts from across the room, looking offended. you can’t help the laugh that bursts out of your lungs at the put-out expression on his face, and it’s like the tension in the room deflates. everyone relaxes, even minho, who sags against you a little bit.

“trust me minnie,” you start, shrugging. “if it was a choice i could make, i would have chosen you in a heartbeat.”

seungmin’s blinding smile is overshadowed by minho’s affronted shout, followed by a chorus of laughter from all the people you love. 

[crusty-chronicles]

I..really really love your *ehm*your sandwiched stories*ehm, if it possible can you make another Ging kite and reader threesome? Or continue the series where in the end they turns become loving each other

Smut Week: Day Seven

Sandwiched Between (Part 3)

NSFW: MDI

Warnings: threesome, brief dry humping, brief mutual masturbation, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, voyeurism, oral sex (fem and male receiving), double penetration, safe sex, unsafe sex 👀, creampies, friends with benefits to lovers???, afab reader

Part 1 2

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It'd been a little over a year since that fateful night at the bar. The first of what ended up being many. Somewhere along the line, the three of you agreed to hooking up regularly. There were conditions, of course, mostly due to your insistence.

The first was no sex unless both men were present. Nothing past making out and groping in order to prevent jealousy amongst the duo. You knew they could be petty with each other. The last thing you wanted was for your friendship to end over a fling. 

The second rule was protection. You didn't want any ‘happy accidents’ running around. Especially since one of you already had a kid. (That poor boy didn't know how stupid his father was.)

The third and final was that all of you could drop out at any time to pursue someone else. No strings attached whatsoever. Of course being away on hunter business so often, the three of you didn't really have the chance to seek out anyone else. Not that you want to in the first place. 

Still, the duo both found a way to get around your first rule, much to their delight.

You found yourself flat on your back, legs wrapped tightly around a certain ruins hunter. Moaning sweetly into his neck while he ground into your clothed cunt with fervor. The delicious friction urging you closer and closer to your orgasm. Judging by the almost desperate way he humped into you, he was close too. Pressing sloppy kisses to your throat.

“You and your stupid rules. Think that'll stop me from having you?” He groaned out, hitching your leg higher to press deeper into you.

When you'd questioned him the first time, he justified it with-

“What? It's not penetration so it doesn't count.”

You found yourself sitting face to face with the silver haired hunter a few days later. Thrusting two fingers inside yourself while he fisted his cock. Listening intently as he talked you through it. Sweet words of encouragement escaping his lips.

“You're so gorgeous. Spreading yourself nicely for me. That's it lovely, rub your pretty little clit for me. Just like that. Being so good for me.”

He watched with keen interest as you pleasured yourself. Stroking himself faster to the rhythm of your fingers. A mess of precum coating his palm.

He'd justified himself in a similar way to Ging.

“I’m not touching you, so it doesn't count.”

They were both so needy when it came to you. Though you weren't one to complain. You knew you were the exact same.

The thought distracting you from your task at hand. So with a small shake of your head, you redirected your attention to the box in front of you. Your department had recently been upgraded to a new lab. You were currently in the process of moving all of your equipment there.

You were a bit understaffed, so to speak. Your poor employees doing their best to help you. You'd wanted to finish the move in a week. Realistically, you knew it'd take at least two to assemble the bigger parts. A damn shame.

At least your most recent hire was enthusiastic about it. Offering to take every box you picked up and then some. He was also very talkative. Saying how excited he was to work with you and often joining you on your lunch breaks. 

You'd admit he was pretty helpful. A little clingy, but helpful nonetheless.

You were in the middle of packing another box when a pair of hands covered your eyes. You sensed behind you, immediately recognizing the presence. Figures he'd show up when you were at your busiest. Though you wouldn't deny you were happy to see him.

“Guess who?” His voice rang out. Seems he was in a good mood.

“You're such a child, Ging.” You chastised.

He dropped his hands from your eyes, choosing to grip your waist from behind instead. Lips brushing teasingly over your ear.

“I barely got here and you're already so mean to me.”

You could practically hear the pout in his voice. Feeling him lean on you to peer over your shoulder. Leaving your poor employees to stare in shock at the touchiness of the stranger who just walked in.

“Are you busy right now?” He questioned.

You moved out of his grasp to continue packing up your box.

“You've got eyes don't you?” You responded.

“Yeah but can't you take a break?”

You turned around with a deadpan stare. He lifted his hands up in mock surrender. You gave a roll of your eyes before taping up the box you were working on.

“I’m trying to get this finished by the end of the week. You can either wait till I get out or make yourself useful.” 

You could see him weighing the options in his head. 

“Fine…What do you want me to do?”

You handed him the box with an overly sweet smile.

“You can start by carrying the bigger boxes to the truck.”

He gave a groan of protest before making his way towards one of the trucks. A part of you enjoyed putting him to work. Having him lift up what was too heavy for your non-nen user workers. You couldn't help but laugh as he huffed and puffed the entire time. 

A small glare directed your way after he lugged away what must've been the fifth telescope today.

“How much shit do you have?”

“It's an observatory. We're barely getting started, sweetheart.” Your voice sickly sweet as you pinched his cheek.

“You've gotta be kidding me.”

He looked back over towards the boxes starting to pile up. Your workers more focused on packing now that there was an extra set of hands to pick up the slack. Perhaps he should have waited for you after all.

“At least Kite's on his way,” he mumbled, though you caught it anyway.

“You sure he's on his way? How do you know?”

“We planned it.” He flashed you a smug grin, picking up yet another box.

“You two are colluding without me? No fair!” You whined, trailing behind him.

“Well we wanted to surprise you.”

The look in his eye darkening. Leaning closer to you until your breath mingled with his.

“Can't wait to have you properly tonight.”

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It was noted how well you worked with each other. Putting away twice as many boxes by yourselves than with your ten employees. All while the two of you argued with each other. Despite that, you were both on task. Your workers very much thankful for the extra hand. All except one who eyed Ging with scrutiny. 

He tried to one up the ruins hunter. Offering to take up every box you touched. But he was always a second too late. He tried getting your attention another way. Asking you where you wanted the equipment placed. And when you put your hand on top of his to correct him, he thought he had you.

Until that scruffy bastard went and called you away again.

It had your newest employee frustrated. It should be him helping you. Not this dude who sauntered in like nothing. The final straw was when you had your lunch break.

It was always the two of you eating together. Now there was an unwelcome third party. Being way too physical and touchy with you. But you didn't seem to mind it. Giving your full attention to Ging once again.

“My labor’s not free. I demand food.” He complained.

“Here big baby. You can have a piece.” You laughed out, feeding him with your fork. 

And just when he was about to keel over with dread, another man walked in. One who had your eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Looks like you've had a hectic day.” He greeted, noting the disarray of your lab.

You rushed over to meet him halfway. Hugging him tightly and burying your face in his neck. Kite returned your embrace immediately.

“How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while.”

Before you could answer, Ging's voice rang out.

“It's a trap! They're gonna work you like a slave! Run while you still can!”

You turned and gave a sharp glare.

“Now don't you go spoiling my plans!!!”

“And I thought you were happy to see me.” Kite teased.

You flashed him an innocent smile.

“Oh unbelievably happy.” You said before addressing the rest of your workers.

“Ain't that right?”

“Yes Boss!!!” They cheered.

“See? Now help with packing.”

With your break over, you set both men to work. Unaware of the way your new hire eyed you with desperation. Yet your friends had caught on almost immediately. Between the glares and the way he subtly tried to trip them up, it was obvious he had a crush on you. 

He was following you around like a lost puppy. Looking at you like you were a piece of meat. For some reason, it annoyed Ging. Then there was the fact he scowled at him every time he got near you. Okay. This guy wanted to play? He'd play, and he'd damn sure win.

A similar resolve in the silver haired hunter. It's not like he didn't want you to date. He'd never stop you from being happy. But this guy simply didn't meet his standards. He was annoying and hostile. And Kite tried, he really tried to be cordial. Offering his hand up for a shake and ultimately being ignored. 

You were still their friend at the end of the day. He only wanted what was best for you. Though he couldn't deny there was an unpleasant churn in his stomach seeing this other guy hanging off you. A spark of possessiveness when he touched you. 

No he didn't approve of you pursuing a relationship with this man.

Neither of them did.

So they made it their mission to get under this new guy's skin. 

Ging gave your ass a slap as he walked by. You jumped at the contact, turning around with a small glare.

“Not in public, idiot!” You scolded.

“I’m just appreciating the view. Not my fault you've got a nice ass.” He justified.

You were gonna kill him. The absolute nerve of this man. You decided to let it go. However, it wasn't the end of both men's brazen display of affection.

You were in the middle of picking up a box when you felt arms wrap around you. You recognized the body pressing into you as Kite’s. He left a kiss against your neck. Your body heating up at the contact. His lips ghosting over your ear before he spoke.

“You need any help?” 

They would be the death of you. 

“I need you both to keep your hands to yourself. We're working.”

The grip on your waist tightened at the lips on your neck became more persistent. A cheeky grin on Ging's face as he watched the two of you.

“Who says we can't have fun at work?”

It took everything in you to regain your composure.

“Behave or we won't be having any fun at all.”

No strings attached, yet both men were undoubtedly soft on you. Vying for your attention whenever they had the chance. And they would not be losing it because one of your coworkers had a crush on you.

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Kite watched through lidded eyes as Ging manhandled you on his cock. Keeping a firm grip on your legs to keep them spread. The sound of slick filling the air with each thrust into your gushing cunt. Your underwear moved haphazardly to the side.

Seems he made good on his promise to put on a show. 

He stroked himself to the pace of Ging's thrust. Thumbing the head of his cock as eager hands groped your breasts. So very pretty for him. A small part of him wishing the layer of protection wasn't there.

Your moans getting louder with the way Ging lifted you up and down. He could tell you were getting close. The way you writhed against the ruins hunter’s grip a telltale sign. 

Your pussy fluttered helplessly around his cock. Feeling him start to throb inside you. He released one of your legs to grab at your neck. Keeping you still to suck hickeys against your throat.

“So tight. You getting turned on from him watching us?” He directed your head to meet Kite's gaze.

The knot in your stomach tightening at the sight of him focused on your stuffed cunt. Pre leaking down onto the bed sheets.

“Why don't you cum on my cock and give him a real show?” He teased.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge. Knot wound impossibly tight in your stomach. Your eyes meeting Kite's one last time before he spoke.

“Go on lovely. Make a mess on him.”

Your vision blanking out as you came. Cunt spasming tightly around Ging as he rutted inside you. Pulling your hips flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt. His cum thankfully contained in the condom he wore.

You hadn't even been home five minutes before their hands were on you. Unaware of what caused their sudden neediness. That guy offered to walk you home. Dismissing the two men next to you in the hopes of getting you alone. Maybe they should've let him. Let him see how much of a cock hungry whore you were for your best friends.

You leaned forward after you finished riding out your high. Getting on all fours and crawling towards Kite. A small pout on your face seeing his still red and leaky member.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whined.

It didn't matter how many times he'd seen you like this. The sight of you on your knees would always fluster Kite. Staring up with hazy eyes as you practically pawed at his thighs. His face flushing a bright red when you finally took the head of his cock in your mouth.

He cupped your cheeks as you took him in deeper. Bobbing your head obediently at the feeling of his pre coating your taste buds. You swirled your tongue around the tip before releasing him.

“Taste so sweet.” You cooed.

You took him into your mouth once more, and he was sure he wouldn't last with the way swallowed him whole. Feebly thrusting into your mouth at the sight. So pretty for him.

You gave a small jump feeling something warm envelope your cunt. Rough hands gripping at your hips to pull you closer. Ging's boldness would never cease to surprise you. Eating you out from behind while you sucked Kite’s cock. Slurping up your previous release and aiming to give you another one.

You ground back on his tongue, pulling at Kite's thighs to take him in deeper. You could feel drool escape the side of your lips. Moaning sweetly when he reached down to swipe it away.

“Just a little more. I'm almost there, sweetheart.” 

His was twitching in your mouth, bucking a little harder down your throat. The tongue prodding at your hole had your legs shaking. White hot pleasure tightening in your stomach once more. You could hear a murmur of, “Being so good. Cum on my tongue for me.”

You took Kite all the way down your throat once more. Choking on his cock as the knot finally snapped in his stomach. He let out a groan at the feeling of you swallowing his release. Warm cum sliding down your throat and filling your mouth. Your own climax hitting you as Ging attached himself to your clit. 

The added stimulation making your knees buckle underneath you. With one last lick up your cunt, he pulled away. You released Kite’s cock with a ‘pop,’ collapsing on the bed. You needed a minute to catch your breath. Your poor cunt spasming around nothing.

Your head fuzzy from your climax. Unable to hear the way your phone had been ringing. Not noticing how Kite reached over to see who was calling. It was him. He turned the screen over to show Ging. An annoyed look crossing his face before it was replaced by a mischievous one.

“Let's ruin them for any other man.” He suggested.

“What did you have in mind?” Kite questioned.

He leaned over so you wouldn't hear. Not like you could with your head in the clouds. A dark flush spreading across the silver haired hunter’s face. He gave a small nod at the idea.

Ging grabbed the box of condoms on the nightstand. Three left. He tossed one over to Kite and kept one for himself. You looked up at them through lust hazed eyes. The fog in your mind at last clearing.

“This way, pretty.” Ging encouraged, gently grabbing your chin to direct your gaze towards his. 

You took note of his cooing tone. Something he only did when he was plotting. Judging by Kite's bashful expression, he was in on it.

“How would you feel about having the both of us inside?” 

Your face scrunched in confusion.

“We've already-” But you were quickly cut off by Kite.

“No. Both of us right here.” His hand reaching down between your legs, fingers skimming your entrance.

Oh. They wanted to…

“You're gonna break me.” You said, finally sitting up.

“Promise we'll be gentle,” Kite pleaded. 

Lips pressed themselves to your neck. The soft sensation causing shivers down your spine. Need once again coursing through you. 

“C'mon, have we ever steered you wrong before?” Ging questioned, hands starting to wonder on your skin.

You didn't have any regrets since you started this arrangement. Trusting in both men when it came to your body. They always made you feel good. But this was a little different. You doubted you'd be able to stretch that much. You already had trouble fitting just one of them inside. You'd surely die trying to fit both.

“But you two are big. It'll hurt.” You argued.

Yet the soft touches only continued. The lips on your neck starting to suckle at your skin. They were doing their best to convince you. And it was working. 

“If it's too much, we'll stop and just do something else.” Ging reassured.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

“Okay. Who goes where.” Your resolve crumbling at last.

“I'll go in first. Then I'll hold you up and-”

“Why can't Kite carry me? He's more gentle with my body.” You protested.

He leaves less bruises. Not only that but he fucked you slower. You'd feel a little better if he was the one controlling the pace. 

Ging mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” You questioned. His face burning a bright red before repeating himself.

“If Kite carries you, I won't be able to reach.”

You did your best to stifle a laugh. The ruins hunter sending you a small glare. 

“Not his fault he's so short,” Kite teased, only further flustering him.

“Hey!”

You gave a playful role of your eyes, leaning forward to place a smooch on his cheek.

“You big baby.”

He returned your affections. Kissing you in the hopes the red in his face would die down. He pressed a hand against your shoulder, guiding you to lie on your back. You complied. Spreading yourself so nicely for him. A mess of slick between your legs.

“It's like regular sex. Okay? Just relax.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You arched slightly at the feeling, still sensitive from your previous orgasms. He noticed. Cheekily skimming over your clit until you let out a soft moan. He began to push into you slowly.

You threw your head back at the stretch, already feeling so full. You caught sight of Kite. Who'd gotten impossibly hard seeing your warmth engulf Ging’s cock without resistance. Perhaps you'd be able to fit both of them inside after all.

He gave a few shallow thrusts. Savoring your tight heat around him. When he was satisfied, he secured his hands under your thighs. Pulling you up towards him and then off the bed. The shift in directions making you cling onto him.

“I've got you,” he reassured.

He held you with ease. It shouldn't have been a surprise seeing how he hauled those boxes like they were nothing. Still, you were impressed by his strength. Leaning further into him. Your head being turned to the side to meet eager lips. Tongue meeting yours in a feverish dance. 

You separated from the silver haired hunter, feeling him rub little circles into your hips.

“You ready for me, lovely?” He asked. 

“Mhm.” You gave a hum of approval.

“Just say the word and we'll stop.”

You felt the head of his cock prod at your stuffed cunt. Arching your body to make more space. You took a deep breath feeling his tip catch on your fluttering hole. Slick leaking down at the idea of fitting both of them. There was a sharp pinch, and then he was inching his way inside. Forcing your tight cunt open.

Both men releasing noises of pleasure as Kite pushed in. Such a snug fit. The way your tight heat eagerly accepted another cock inside. Sucking the both of them in with ease. Panting heavily when Kite had fully bottomed out. 

You could see your vision blanking out. Your poor cunt stretching to its limit and beyond taking both of them. It's too much. You think you're gonna faint at the pressure pushing against your stomach. So completely full, you had no idea how they were supposed to move inside you.

“Too much!” You cried out. Your nails digging harshly into Ging’s shoulders.

He gave a light hiss, leaning his head down to suck hickeys into your collarbone. Your head was once again redirected towards Kite. Letting him pull you in another kiss. Both men doing their best to distract you from your discomfort. At the same time, they were trying to prevent themselves from fucking into you. 

You shifted, accidentally grinding down on them. Pushing them further inside you and grazing your soft spot. A jolt of pleasure running through you.

“Hah! Gonna break me! Fuck!” You whined.

“Yeah?” Ging cooed, separating briefly to tease you before attaching himself to one of your breasts.

You writhed in his grasp, pulling him closer.

“Being so good stretching for our cocks.” Kite praised. Arms wrapped tightly around your waist while he worked on marking up your neck.

You spared a glance down. Heat burning through you seeing the two of them stuffed inside. A slight bulge in your stomach that had you keening. You were in for it tonight. 

“You can move,” you said shakily.

As soon as the words left your lips, hips snapped into yours. Already starting up a brutal pace. Groans of pleasure sounding in your ears at the delicious friction. You were never left empty. When one would pull out, the other would push in. Catching each other at the last second to stretch you wide once more.

It was dizzying. Sinful squelching echoing throughout the room. A mess of your own arousal and precum splattering between the three of you. The battering of your cervix making you see stars.

You could do nothing but hold on for dear life as they pounded into you. Head lulling back at the unrelenting stretch of your pussy. Trapped helplessly between the two of them. Yet you felt so secure in their grasps. Holding on to you so tight, you were sure you wouldn't fall. 

Ging leaned his forehead against yours. Stealing a kiss before moaning against your lips.

“So fucking tight!”

 He was sure you were strangling him with your pussy. Feeling you clench that much tighter around the two of them. Your gooey walls beckoning him deeper. 

Kite had rested his head on your shoulder. Panting sweetly into your neck at another flutter of your cunt.

“Feel so good.”

He was fortunate enough to fuck you without condoms. But this was different. So much better now that the two of them were sharing you completely. Filling you to the absolute brim. He was so unbelievably whipped for you. Grabbing at your hips to bounce you relentlessly on their cocks.

Your coworker would never get to see you like this. Not over his dead body.

Your release was building up fast. Every thrust against your g-spot, every filthy grind of hips, all of it had your body reeling. So much pressure building up in your abdomen. Crying out when fingers found their way to your clit.

“Gonna cum!” You squealed.

Cunt pulsing around them, starting to flutter. Yet their pace remained ruthless. Speeding up in an attempt to get you there.

“We got you. It's okay, love.” Kite encouraged. His own cock throbbing inside you, desperate for release.

“Cum for us, pretty.” Ging cooed, sucking a dark hickey at the top of your chest. He could feel himself getting close. Gripping your thighs harder to keep you steady.

You don't know when it happened. One minute you were getting your brains fucked out, and the next you were cumming hard. Spasming tightly around the duo. And when they continued to fuck you through it, a rush a wetness left you. 

“Made you squirt, huh?” Ging teased.

You whined pathetically into his neck, becoming overstimulated. 

“Oh fuck!” Kite cried out. Hearing they'd made you come so undone that you'd squirted sent him over the edge. Bucking feebly into you before stilling. Your gooey insides saved from being splattered in white.

Gong followed close behind. Pulling your body flush against his before releasing into the flimsy condom. Holding you tightly against him as his high washed over him.

The three of you stayed that way. Both men holding you up while you caught your breath. You should have called it a night. Agreed to go to sleep and then get back to work tomorrow. Instead you'd said-

“Wanna go another round?”

You still wanted more. Addicted to this new fullness. You were met with an amused huff and a choked sound of surprise. You could feel them pull out. Setting you down on the floor. At the sight of your wobbling legs, Kite moved to help you stand.

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

“I'm sure,” You reaffirmed.

He looked over at Ging who'd made his way towards the nightstand. Inspecting the box of condoms with a frown.

“Fuck. We’ve only got one left.” He informed.

He expected you to make him wear one and tell Kite to pull out. Something that while he understood, felt incredibly unfair. Seems you were just full of surprises today.

“It's all right. I'm on birth control anyways. Wanna feel both of you.”

They stared at you in shock. You were really gonna break one of your rules. Arguably the most important one at that. And you weren't telling them to pull out. 

“You said… It goes against…” Kite started, but once again you reassured him.

“It's fine. It'll just be for tonight…Unless.” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.

“Well if you insist~” Ging intervened. He met Kite's gaze and gestured to the bed.

“Go lie down.”

In any other circumstance, the silver haired hunter would have argued with him. But he trusted Ging when it came to you. Anything for your pleasure. So he did as he asked, laying down with his eyes trained on you. His cock already stiffening up.

“And you. Go sit on his cock, okay?” Ging instructed.

You made your way over to Kite. Straddling his lap and rubbing his cock between your folds. The sticky concoction between your legs giving out a squelch. You lined yourself above him and sank down. Both of you releasing noises of pleasure as you were filled once again.

You lifted yourself up and down. Slowly riding him. He stared up at you with lidded eyes. Hands reaching up to stabilize you. You grabbed one hand and guided it to your breasts. Encouraging him to grab at the pliable flesh. He could feel all of you now. So wet from your previous release. So very warm. If he wasn't careful, he would cum on the spot.

You weren't expecting Ging to saddle in behind you. Arching your back forward and inching his way inside. Letting out little gasps until he was sheathed all the way in. Your poor cunt stretching to its outmost limits.

“You're gonna break me.” You whined.

“Took it once before. You can take it again.” He rebuttaled. 

You twitched around them. It felt like you were trying to milk their cocks. Arousal leaking down and coating where you were connected. He gave a small thrust forward, hearing you let out a choked moan.

“There we fucking go.” 

At your cry, Kite gave a roll of his hips. You ground back on him, effectively sucking both of them deeper. 

“Doing such a good job. You can bite and scratch at me if it's too much.” He offered.

You sucked a hickey on his throat as both men began to fuck into you. You couldn't help but sink your nails into him. Desperate to find purchase as your body was throttled forward.

The sinful sound of slick once again filling the air. You don't think you've ever been this wet before. Made this much of a mess. There were stars in your eyes with each ram into your pussy.

You gave a yelp a Ging spanked you. The stinging sensation melting into pleasure as he soothed the flesh after. Trying to back into his cock. He leaned forward, pressing you onto Kite. Whispering absolute filth into your ears.

“Who knew you’d enjoy two cocks this much? Breaking your favorite rule just to get more of us. You came so hard earlier. Wanna feel it again?”

You clenched down at his words. Your body feeling like it was on fire. Saying things you know would only lead to trouble later. But you didn't care.

“Fill me up. Want it.”

The arms around your waist tightened. Pulling you closer to the man beneath you as he angled you to thrust in faster. Burying his face in your neck and mumbling reassurances.

“Anything for you. I'll give you it. Gonna make sure there's no more room inside.”

You were pressed firmly between the two of them. The weight oh so comforting. So good it felt like the air was being knocked from your lungs. Sweat sticking to your bodies as you tried to match their thrusts. 

“Want it so bad!” You cried again.

The knot in your stomach impossibly tight. So tight it almost hurt. Your cunt molding to the shape of their cocks. Making space to eagerly take them in over and over again. 

You bit into Kite’s neck as your climax hit you. Body shaking in a toe-curling orgasm. Feeling the two of them stutter in their pace while you rode out your high.

“Thaaaat's it.” Ging groaned out. Pushing himself the furthest he could inside while clutching you close. Ropes of his sticky cum filling you. 

Kite wasn't too far behind. Giving a few more thrusts before releasing inside you. His hips twitching up with each splatter of white. 

You felt warmth flood your cunt. The sensation making you moan softly. If you thought you felt full before, it was nothing compared to now. You were sure your stomach was bulging. 

Ging recovered from his high. Sitting up and pulling you with him. His face pressed contently into your neck. Who’d become ten times as needy now that his cum had settled in your womb. Wanting to do it again and again.

You glanced down at Kite. He was breathing heavily. Face such a bright red, you thought the weight of both you and Ging had been suffocating him.

“Kite, are you okay?” You asked.

The man underneath you clearly hyperventilating. He'd cum inside you. You let him cum inside you. Stirring up your guts along with his best friend and creating a cocktail of cum inside you. He spared a look down.

A mistake.

The obscene way cum dribbled out from the sides of your stuffed cunt greeted him. The sticky concoction pooling on the sheets below. It sent his mind in a frenzy. He needed you so bad. Blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“Let me love you. Promise I'll treat you so right. Just give me a chance.” He never knew he could sound this pathetic.

You looked down at him with a flustered expression. You could tell he meant it as he waited for your response. Your eyes softened, finding his confession sweet. But before you could give it some proper thought, Ging spoke up from behind you.

“No fair!” He complained.

He pulled you closer to himself. A possessive grip on your waist.

“You can't just keep them for yourself!” 

They weren't really about to fight over you, were they? 

“Back off!” Kite warned, glaring daggers and the ruins hunter.

“Make me!” He taunted.

They were both idiots.

“Both of you stop!” You scolded.

They avoided their gaze at your angry tone.

“If you want me to consider dating either of you, you two need to get along. Figure out a compromise or drop it.”

There goes no strings attached.

Both men shared a look over your shoulder. Seeming to have some sort of silent conversation. The tension between them disappeared.

“We can both date you. The only thing that changes are your stupid rules.” Ging suggested after a while.

“It means we'd get to have you whenever we wanted,” Kite agreed.

“Nobody else is allowed to have you.” Ging continued.

“Of course protection is still up to you.” Kite finished.

You took a moment to mull over their words. It was tempting. And if they were truly okay with this, then you supposed you could give it a try. 

“I mean…I guess things would be easier. But I expect proper dates. Not just hooking up.” 

They both beamed at you.

“Done.”

“Fine with me.”

You had no idea what you were getting in to. Letting Ging turn your head to the side to kiss you. Tongue swirling with yours before you were pulled down by Kite. His lips pressing softly into yours. Giving a light nip as he pulled away.

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The next morning, there was a rapid knocking to your door. The ruins hunter getting up and making his way over. Preparing to tell whoever the hell it was to go away. He passed by the restroom.

He could hear you and Kite going at it in the shower. The rushing water doing little to hide your moans. It's fine. He'd get you before he left. Maybe visit you a little more frequently too. Now that you were his, there was nothing holding him back.

He opened the door and scowled when he saw who was on the other side. It was your coworker. The one who was clearly attracted to you. It seems the feeling of hatred was mutual.

“You? Where's Y/n?” He complained, trying to look over Ging’s shoulder for you.

“They’re preoccupied. What do want?” He didn't bother hiding the venom in his tone. The sooner this guy left, the sooner your morning could continue on as usual. He didn't want him butting in.

“Well, they left this yesterday. I'm here to return it.” He presented your watch.

When Ging went to reach for it, he quickly moved it out of his grasp. Clutching it close to himself with a glare.

“To Y/n.” He said, putting extra emphasis on your name.

Ging was ready to cuss him out when he felt Kite’s presence behind him. 

“Who was it?” He questioned before looking over the ruins hunter's shoulder. A grimace crossing his features when he saw who it was.

“Oh.”

The guy looked like he was seconds away from throwing a hissy fit. Visibly frustrated to see yet another person here instead of you.

Just what was going on!?!?

“You too? Did you guys do something to them?” He accused.

“You could say that.” Kite mumbled.

It was then he took in the state of the two men before him. They were completely disheveled. The scruffy looking guy only wearing a pair of sweats, and the other with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Ging’s back was covered in red welts, no thanks to your nails raking down. A hickey or two sucked onto his collar bone. Kite was in a similar condition. Save for a few fresh dark marks on his throat. His hair lightly mussed from ‘previous activities.’

Wondering what was taking so long, you made your appearance at last. You looked between the three of them with a confused expression before you saw your watch.

“Hey. Oh, I was looking for that. Thank you,” you greeted. Nudging your way between your friends to grab your watch.

“I-uh-” your coworker did his best to formulate a sentence, but completely failed at the sight of you. Flushing a dark red and ultimately accepting he was too late.

You practically looked like a leopard with all the dark splotches on your neck. Purple and red from your pulse to right above your breast.(Which were haphazardly covered by your bra) Then there was the bruising on your hips. Scattered handprints littering the exposed skin.

“What was that?” You prompted.

But all he could do was look away. Mumbling a ‘N-nothing,' before turning to leave. Smug smirks on the duo’s faces as the door finally closed. You made your way to the kitchen with both trailing behind you.

“He had a crush on you, you know?” Ging informed.

“He did?” Your expression morphing into one of surprise.

You supposed it made sense in retrospect. He was a little too clingy. Then there was the fact he seemed agitated you weren't paying attention to him yesterday.

“Yeah. We had to teach him a lesson.” Kite added.

Wait….Was that why they were so needy? Why they were all of a sudden interested in a relationship? They were jealous.

“He shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to him.”

You gave a roll of your eyes.

“You two are so immature.”

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An: This has gotta be the most down bad thing I've ever written 😭😭😭 (NO ONE LOOK AT ME 🫣🫣🫣

[bigdumbbambieyes]

ns!fw for the birthday boy!

Most of the guests have left by now, and the ones that remain will let themselves out shortly, so Steve glances over at his boyfriend who’s rinsing out his beer cans at the kitchen sink. He's still wearing his party hat and looks so sweet like that, with a soft smile on his face as he rinses another can, and Steve can’t help himself.

He goes over and wraps his arms around Billy from behind, presses the blond against the counter and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, softly asking, “Did you have fun?”

Billy leans back against him and nods, sets the can aside as he tilts his head over a little to allow Steve more room to kiss and claim, “Yeah, it was nice,” he hums, “Thanks for…y’know, setting it up.”

“Heather and Chrissy did most of the planning,” Steve replies, parting his lips to press open-mouth kisses against Billy’s skin, tasting the cologne there, “But it was fun to host.”

Billy nods in agreement, because while their apartment in Chicago is small, having friends new and old stuffed into it for an evening to celebrate his boyfriend had been just what Billy needed. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he saw his boyfriend so happy during his birthday party - he used to hate them, up until two years ago, when Steve had begun to celebrate them with him.

“Guess I’ll buy the girls some flowers tomorrow and drop them off at their place,” Billy murmurs as he turns his head, their eyes finally catching, and Steve sees the embers of arousal in those blue eyes. The kisses are working in his favour.

“That’s a nice idea,” Steve hums, sliding a hand down Billy’s stomach and lower to his jeans, giving Billy’s dick a squeeze through the rough denim and smiling as his boyfriend squirms a little with a huff.

“Jesus, Steve,” Billy chuckles softly, breathlessly, but he doesn’t tell Steve to stop and he looks like he doesn’t want him to, either.

“C’mon,” Steve says as he pulls away and grabs Billy’s hand, drags him down the hall towards their bedroom where he hooks his fingers into the top of Billy’s jeans at the doorway, brushing the back of his fingers against the trail of hair there.

Billy closes the door behind them and Steve pulls him in again, seeks out those full lips in the low lighting, and hums once their mouths meet for a deep kiss. He feels Billy’s arms around his waist, pulling them together, and he holds his boyfriend close as their tongues slide slow and hot, pulling soft moans from each other.

He puts his hands in Billy’s hair and feels the string of the party hat, which makes him laugh into the other's mouth. The blond pulls away with a curious expression, but his furrowed brow gives way to a matching grin when Steve jerks off the dumb party hat on top of his head.

“You’re such a fucking dork,” Billy chuckles as he reaches up to pull the green party hat off his head and tosses it aside.

“Mm, yet you were the one wearing it,” Steve smirks as he turns them and pushes Billy onto the bed, taking off his shirt as his boyfriend does the same, both revealing scarred skin and softened bodies.

Steve makes a playful little show of slowly taking off his jeans, moving his hips side to side with a dumb smile on his face, because it makes Billy laugh as he demands, “Get over here.”

Doing as he’s told, Steve pushes his jeans and underwear down before crawling onto their bed, settling between Billy’s legs happily when his boyfriend seeks out his mouth again, lips reconnecting as their hands wander and grip and hold. It’s tender and sweet, full of that usual passion they first felt all those years ago, and Steve’s chest feels so full of affection.

“So sweet for me. You’re my baby, hm?” He mumbles as he presses kisses down Billy’s jaw and neck, smiling as he feels Billy nod with a hummed ‘mhm’ of agreement. In the privacy of their bedroom, Billy lets Steve coddle him like this, lets himself be sweet and gentle, and Steve loves it.

He gives Billy another kiss before moving down his body, kissing scars and skin, biting down on hipbones and inner thighs just to hear the way Billy’s breath stutters. He feels fingers in his hair, petting and smoothing as he works Billy’s jeans open and down before fitting the slick head of Billy’s dick into his mouth with a sigh.

He’s messy with it, sucks and slurps as Billy moans and watches him, their gaze meeting in the dim light as Steve works his mouth up and down. It’s romantic, if a blowjob could be that, because Billy cups his cheek and Steve leans into it, nuzzling into the touch as he pulls off to whisper, “Lube?”

Billy grabs the bottle from the bedside table while Steve pulls his boyfriend’s jeans off the rest of the way, smirking as he says, “It’s not gay if we keep our socks on, right?”

He loves the way Billy still huffs a bit of laughter at the joke, even after so long of hearing it, but the blond nods with a knowing look as he hands Steve the bottle of lube, “Just don’t hold my hand and it won’t be gay.”

“Got it,” Steve grins as he slicks his fingers and shifts his way back up, feeling Billy grab his jaw to pull him into another kiss as Steve's fingers disappear between them.

And it’s always a sight to see when his strong, tough boyfriend softens every time he ghosts his fingers over Billy’s hole, how he goes sweet like a lamb as Steve plays with him there, until he’s sucking on his tongue and whispering politely for more.

Billy’s face goes pink by the time Steve slides the first finger inside, moaning quietly into Steve’s mouth once he feels the press of a second finger at his rim, stretching him slowly and purposefully.

But it’s the soft little sounds Billy pants into Steve’s neck when he’s stretched around three of his fingers, fitting so snug and perfect, curling inside him just enough to push moans deep from his chest, that Steve adores.

“Steve, stop—‘m gonna cum, stop,” Billy breathes out in a rush, clenching so tight around his fingers and his stomach is tensing so Steve pulls his fingers out and kisses at his boyfriend’s parted lips sweetly.

“Sorry, got a little carried away,” he murmurs, “You okay?”

Billy nods and wraps his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, wants to keep him close as he says quietly, “Yeah, ‘m okay. Just kiss me for a bit.”

And Steve does, slowly. He presses his weight down onto Billy and they kiss deeply, their racing hearts starting to slow as they remind themselves to do the same. There’s no need to rush, there’s nothing that needs their attention more than they do right now.

When Billy rocks his hips up, grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he knows Billy wants more.

“You good, baby?” Steve murmurs as he kisses across Billy’s cheek and towards his ear, “You want me to fuck you now, hm?”

“Yeah, want it,” Billy whispers, his tone a touch desperate, “Please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, honey,” Steve promises softly, “You can have whatever you want.”

“Want you,” Billy says with a pout, Steve can hear it in his voice.

“You got me,” he hums, “Just a sec, okay?”

Billy nods, all sweet and quiet, and watches him as Steve sits up to grab the lube again. Sitting back and slicking himself up, Steve can’t help but to admire his boyfriend, smiles down at him when Billy gives him one first.

“You have the dumbest smile on your face right now,” Billy mumbles with a tiny smirk, his tone teasing and playful but his eyes are soft with affection.

And because Steve is lame, he says, “So do you,” while he slicks up his cock, strokes it a little too long for Billy’s liking because the blond smacks his thigh for it, impatient as always.

“Okay, okay,” Steve chuckles as he crawls over Billy again, feels the back of those strong thighs against his hips as he lines himself up and presses in, slowly, so he can watch Billy’s face the entire time.

The cute little furrow between his brow, the way his eyes go a little unfocused, how his hands find Steve’s arms and grab him there, steadying himself as he feels his boyfriend sink into him. Billy is perfect, warm and tight, and takes him so beautifully.

His hand finds Billy’s and interlaces their fingers, presses them to the bed as he moves inside his boyfriend lazily, slowly.

And Billy smirks under him, playfully mutters, “You made it gay.”

Steve huffs a soft laugh at that, hums, “My bad,” but he’s not sorry at all.

Not when Billy squeezes his hand in return and quietly begs, ‘harder’.

Maybe there’s something to be said about the way they make love, on Billy’s birthday, but Steve can’t find the words. He never can, not when he’s drowning in the emotions that come with being like this - being in love.

Instead, he fucks into Billy just how the blond wants, slow and then fast and slow again, pressing deep and grinding, flipping them over so Billy can set the pace - but Steve cums suddenly and way too fast, which should be embarrassing, but they’re well passed that now.

It happens and they make do. Steve pulls his boyfriend on top of him and they make out while he slips his fingers inside of Billy again, lets the blond pant into his mouth and plays with him until he cums with a curse.

And they’re insatiable tonight. They should sleep, should wind down and clean up and cuddle, but Billy flips him over and reaches for the lube instead.

Before long, Steve’s gripping the pillow under him and drooling onto it as Billy’s fingers stretch him open, too.

Time blurs, muscles ache, lips are swollen from suckling kisses. They take breaks and breathers, cuddling and touching idly, talking and laughing, making sure they’re comfortable before going again.

By the time the sun is coming up, they’re tangled together and still touching, dragging fingertips across skin and lips and Billy’s falling asleep, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as Steve watches him with a tired smile.

“It’s almost time to get up and have breakfast,” he teases quietly, because he knows neither of them work tomorrow so they can sleep in as late as they want, but he has something important to ask.

“Mm, shut up,” Billy mumbles in his half-asleep state, cuddling in closer to his boyfriend, still so sweet and all Steve's.

He can't help it. He says, “Happy birthday,” one last time with a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, smiling as he hears a tiny ‘thank you’ before Billy’s out, snoring into his neck. Which is fine, because Billy's had a long day and night, he deserves to rest.

The ring in the closet can wait for the morning, Steve supposes.

[greymoonfeelings]

Goddamn, Man-child

you fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you”

Pairing: Frat boy! Jake Seresin x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your Friday night doesn’t go exactly as planned, but what can you expect when you’ve fallen for a fuckboy?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: toxic fuckboy Jake, alcohol consumption, dirty dancing, jealousy, degrading names, oral (m receiving)/facefucking, unprotected PinV and creampie.

thanks to @green-socks for editing help!

•••

When you first started college three years ago, you had no interest in partying. Your top priority was getting good grades, not spending your weekends hunched over a dirty toilet seat. For three years it stayed that way. It wasn’t until your final year that you finally indulged in the partying and that was for one reason only: Jake Seresin, the president of the biggest fraternity on campus.

The first time you met Jake was two months ago when your friends dragged you to Gamma Delta Chi’s Halloween party. Apparently, he has a thing for sexy pirates because you hooked up that night. What had started as a drunk mistake turned into somewhat of a ritual for the two of you. Jake is by no means the “nice guy” you were hoping to meet when you started college, but he’s charming and gorgeous and he knows how to please a woman which is more than you can say for most guys his age.

After a long and stressful week, it's finally Friday night. Jake sent you a text Wednesday night saying he missed you, accompanied by a foggy mirror picture post-shower. You nearly ran over to his house right then but you knew you had an 8 am class the next morning. However, you planned on making up for it tonight.

When you first walk through the front door of the house, you’re hit by the overwhelming stench of weed and cheap cologne. As you push through the sea of bodies on the way to the kitchen, your eyes subtly scan the house for Jake. He’s usually easy to spot. He’s tall with a mess of blond hair and likely to be surrounded by a few girls or freshman boys who worship him like some sort of god.

You finally locate him when you make it to the kitchen island that’s lined with an array of alcohol. In the corner of the connected dining room, directly in your line of vision, stands Jake. He’s pressed up against some redhead, talking intimately. From the smile that breaks out on her face, it’s apparent that he’s flirting with her.

The sound of her giggling turns your stomach. Your grip on a beer bottle starts to slip as your palms grow sweaty and your heart hammers in your ribcage. You exchange the beer for something stronger, quickly screwing the top off so you can chug straight from the bottle.

No matter how much you drink, your mouth still feels like it’s full of cotton. The scene playing out before you is nothing new. Jake is notorious for flirting with any girl who crosses his path. You’re not officially his girlfriend, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting.

You exit the kitchen with the bottle of vodka tucked under your arm in search of your friends. If you can distract yourself for an hour or two, you’re sure Jake will eventually seek you out.

As the night progresses, Jake and his new friend stay attached at the hip. Jake hasn't looked at you once despite your circle of friends standing only a few feet away. Eventually, he brings her over to the pool table and starts to teach her how to play, the same thing he did with you and likely all his potential hookups.

How could you be so stupid as to fall for that and think that you were somehow special? You knew what kind of a man he was, a horny 22-year-old frat boy who prided himself on being a womanizer, but somehow, you convinced yourself he was different.

Deciding to leave and stop attending these parties completely would be the smart thing to do, but at this point, you’ve consumed too much alcohol to be making any rational decisions. Right now you need something to make you forget about Jake. Or someone…

That distraction comes in the form of a rowdy frat boy who bumps into you as he high-fives his friend that’s in your circle. You recognize the guy as Bradley Bradshaw. The two of you shared a few classes over the years and he’s always been nice to you unlike some of his frat brothers. He’s attractive, athletic, and gets good grades. You could do a lot worse.

“Hey, Bradley!” You throw your arm around his shoulder, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“What’s up?” He greets you with a squeeze on the hip.

“Let’s dance!” Without a second thought, you grab the brunette’s arm and drag him toward the horde of dancing couples. He doesn’t question you, instead falling quickly into place with his hands on your hips as they sway to the beat of whatever song is shaking the house at its foundation.

As you dance, you put all your energy into forgetting about Jake. You get lost in the music and the feeling of Bradley’s body pressed against yours. The alcohol coursing through your veins helps and for a few minutes, the distraction works. That is until you catch Jake staring at you from across the living room.

He watches the way you move to the music along with the man pressed up against your back. The sight of someone else feeling you up causes his body to tense up and his grip on his beer bottle tightens, squeezing it the way he wishes he could to Bradley’s neck.

You smirk proudly at Jake ignoring the oblivious girl in favor of glaring at you and your dance partner, obviously jealous. This was not your original intention, but Jake deserves a taste of his own medicine.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you begin to grind your ass harder against Bradley’s front. One of Bradley’s hands snakes around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He presses his mouth into your neck, warm breath fanning the exposed skin.

Jake stands there seething until he can’t take it anymore. His reserve finally breaks when you grab Bradley’s neck and turn to smash your lips together. When Bradley tries to slip his tongue into your mouth, you decide it’s time to pull away, but before you can, he’s being pulled off of you.

Everything is a blur as Jake grabs your waist, pulling you through the crowded house past other couples and into the first-floor bathroom. The door slams behind him with a resounding thud.

“What the hell are you doing with Bradshaw?”

“We were dancing!”

“His dick was pressed against your ass!” Jake is now mere inches from your face and you can’t help but think that he still looks hot even when he’s angry. His beautiful green eyes darkened, nostrils flared and that prominent vein popping out of his neck. God, you wish you could bite it.

Fuck. You remind yourself why you’re furious with him in the first place.

“Fuck you!” You push him away. “Why don’t you go back out to Strawberry Short–”

Before you get the chance to finish, Jake is all over you like a cheap suit. He captures your lips in a heated kiss that sends you stumbling backward. You bump into the wall just as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Part of you wants to shove him off, keep yelling at him for being an asshole and maybe even slap him just to prove a point, but you won’t. Your need for him significantly outweighs your anger and frustration. After all, he’s here with you, isn't he? Not that other girl.

Running your hands through the hair at the base of his neck, you use it as leverage to pull him closer and force his tongue even farther into your mouth. One of Jake’s hands trails under your skirt, groping the supple flesh of your ass before drifting between your thighs.

“Pathetic,” Jake growls as his fingers trail over the wet patch of your panties. “So wet just from grinding like a bitch in heat.” He rips the flimsy fabric down your legs. “You were a little slut teasing him like that. I bet he thought you were gonna fuck him. He’s probably standing out there with a tent in his pants. I bet he’ll be rubbing one out to the thought of you later on. Maybe I should let him in here, let him use you any way he wants.”

The response that pulls from you is something between a whimper and a moan. Jake lets out a dark chuckle, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, that’s too bad. The only guy you’ll be taking care of is me.”

“On your knees,” he orders and you oblige, slipping off the counter and onto the tile floor. You sit on your heels, watching patiently as Jake undoes his belt buckle and pulls his dark-wash jeans down to his calves along with his boxers.

Jake smears your lips with precum as he taps his leaking tip against the delicate skin before ordering you to “open up”. You stick your tongue out and relax your jaw, allowing Jake to slowly feed you his cock. He starts slow, letting you take your time to get adjusted to the feeling of him in your mouth. He’s gotten you well-trained over the past two months though and within a minute you’re taking him back until your nose rubs against the curly hair at his base. When your hands grip his thighs and you look up at him through your long fluttering lashes, Jake knows you’re permitting him to use your mouth.

He holds your head still as he pulls his dick almost completely out before forcing it back down your throat. The surprise jolt causes you to gag around his thick cock as your eyes water and drool pools at the corners of your mouth. Peering up at him through wet lashes, you try to hold eye contact with him, but his eyelids flutter closed as he revels in the feeling of your warm mouth.

Jake looks down at your flushed face to admire your ruined eye makeup. Black mascara is smudged under your eyes, running with tear tracks. The sinful sight fuels his arousal. You focus your breathing to avoid violently gagging anymore as Jake begins to steadily fuck your face.

“Knew you had to be good for something,” he grunts.

Between the spit you’ve coated his cock in and the feeling of your warm mouth, Jake can feel his orgasm creeping up on him. You swallow around him as he pushes to the back of your throat once more and Jake decides that’s enough. You whine at the loss of contact but he tuts.

“Did you think I was gonna let you taste me?” You nod solemnly. “Nah, that would be too easy. I gotta make you work for it.” Jake motions for you to stand up and then bends you over the counter. The temperature of the granite is a stark contrast to your body which feels like it’s on fire.

When he nudges your legs apart and flips up the fabric of your skirt to expose your wet cunt, Jake notes the glimmer of your slick-coated thighs under the warm light. He leans down so he can whisper in your ear. “You get off on me using you, don’t ya?” You can hear the amusement in his voice. His heavy drawl sends a new wave of arousal to your neglected cunt. If you don’t feel him inside you soon, you fear you might die.

Your wish is granted when Jake lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. Within one thrust he’s fully sheathed inside your pussy. You yelp as your body slides forward, your head nearly hitting the mirror from the force of his pelvis slamming against your ass.

The sensation that comes with being full of Jake’s thick cock is nearly too much. It’s a painful yet delicious stretch, one you’ll be feeling for days after. Every time you think you might have gotten used to his size, he proves you wrong.

“I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me, sugar. I can tell I’m splitting you open.” Jake uses his grip on your hair to gently lift your head off the counter. Your eyes meet in the mirror as he watches you squirm on his cock. He’s got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face like always. “Always so needy for some cock, huh? My greedy little cockwhore.”

Jake’s pearly whites tug on your earlobe before releasing your hair, allowing your head to lull back against the counter. He pulls his cock out halfway then slides back in. His first few thrusts are slow yet purposeful. Slender fingers dig into your hips as he pulls them back to meet him with each deliberate punctuation of his cock.

With your face buried in the crook of your elbow, your moans are muffled. This doesn’t please Jake. “I want to hear you, sugar. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel”, he growls. You obey, letting your arm fall to your side.

Your volume increases as Jake picks up his pace, now mercilessly pounding into you. The high-pitched cries that fall from your open mouth are like music to Jake’s ears. Your hands clutch onto the edge of the granite as if your life depends on it and it might as well with the way Jake is fucking you.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jake’s angry voice snarls in your ear. “Wanted someone to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

He lifts your left leg to rest it beside you on the counter, allowing him to slip in at a new angle. Your body rocks against the counter with each snap of his hips. The nudge of his cockhead against your cervix is unrelenting as he takes his frustrations out on your body.

The tiny bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and euphoric screams but the music booming through the frat house muffles it from the unsuspecting crowd.

“Please,” you cry. You’re so close to your orgasm, but you need something else to push you over the edge. Jake knows exactly what it is that you need, but he refuses to give it to you.

“Please?” Jake taunts. “Please what?”

“Please make me cum!”

“Make you cum? I don’t think so. I think I’ll just fill you up and let you walk around the rest of the night unsatisfied with me dripping down your thighs. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.”

Your head shoots up from the counter. Looking at Jake in the mirror again you cry out, “No, Please! Please don’t! Please!”

Suddenly, the door bursts open. A deep voice yells out, “What’s going on in here?”

Your head snaps to look at the intruder, embarrassment flooding you as you come face to face with Bradley. You’re even more horrified at the fact that Jake is still pounding into you as if his sworn enemy hasn’t just walked in on the two of you fucking.

Bradley’s face turns beet red as he realizes what he walked in on and that it was not, as he had thought, some girl getting harassed. His brain is screaming at him to run away, but he stands in place frozen and wide-eyed as he grapples to understand what he’s witnessing.

“What the fuck are you looking at, Bradshaw? Get the fuck out of here!” Bradley finally scrambles out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Fucking idiot,” Jake grumbles. “Now, I believe you were asking me for something?”

All your embarrassment dissipates as Jake’s cock rams against your sweet spot again. “Will you make me cum? Please, Jake?” Your voice quivers as you plead.

He considers you for a moment, eyes glassy and a pout on those perfect lips of yours. Jake loves to tease you, but he loves the feeling of you coming apart on his cock even more.

“Guess Bradshaw knows not to mess with you now.” Jake resigns as one hand trails to the front of your body. Two deft fingers find your swollen clit, offering you the stimulation you desperately craved.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You cry out as you reach your climax. The white-hot pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, causing your entire body to shake against the counter.

Jake’s body folds over yours as he’s propelled closer to his orgasm by the feeling of your sweet cunt pulsing around him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as his cock twitches inside of you. He ruts into your spent pussy, pumping you full of his cum that will surely leak out of you just as promised.

Once he catches his breath, Jake pulls out of you and redresses his bottom half. You stay propped up against the counter trying to compose yourself while Jake picks your underwear off the floor. He tosses the article of clothing onto the counter before pulling off his baseball tee.

“Here. You should probably clean yourself up before you go back out there.” He extends the shirt out for you to take before reaching for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

“That’s it?” You ask, incredulous. Jake’s brows furrow as he gives you a quizzical look. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“You can’t just fuck my brains out because you were jealous that I was dancing with Bradley and then not say anything. You’re the one who ignored me all night while you flirted with some other girl.”

“I am *not* jealous of Bradley.”

“Then what do you call what just happened?”

“It’s called hooking up, sugar. We do it all the time.”

“and now you’re just gonna leave?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re not a couple. We can do whatever we want.” With that final remark, Jake walks back out to the party, still shirtless, leaving you alone in the bathroom to process what just happened.

When he nudges your legs apart and flips up the fabric of your skirt to expose your wet cunt, Jake notes the glimmer of your slick-coated thighs under the warm light. He leans down so he can whisper in your ear. “You get off on me using you, don’t ya?” You can hear the amusement in his voice. His heavy drawl sends a new wave of arousal to your neglected cunt. If you don’t feel him inside you soon, you fear you might die.

Your wish is granted when Jake lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. Within one thrust he’s fully sheathed inside your pussy. You yelp as your body slides forward, your head nearly hitting the mirror from the force of his pelvis slamming against your ass.

The sensation that comes with being full of Jake’s thick cock is nearly too much. It’s a painful yet delicious stretch, one you’ll be feeling for days after. Every time you think you might have gotten used to his size, he proves you wrong.

“I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me, sugar. I can tell I’m splitting you open.” Jake uses his grip on your hair to gently lift your head off the counter. Your eyes meet in the mirror as he watches you squirm on his cock. He’s got that shit-eating grin plastered on his face like always. “Always so needy for some cock, huh? My greedy little cockwhore.”

Jake’s pearly whites tug on your earlobe before releasing your hair, allowing your head to lull back against the counter. He pulls his cock out halfway then slides back in. His first few thrusts are slow yet purposeful. Slender fingers dig into your hips as he pulls them back to meet him with each deliberate punctuation of his cock.

With your face buried in the crook of your elbow, your moans are muffled. This doesn’t please Jake. “I want to hear you, sugar. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel”, he growls. You obey, letting your arm fall to your side.

Your volume increases as Jake picks up his pace, now mercilessly pounding into you. The high-pitched cries that fall from your open mouth are like music to Jake’s ears. Your hands clutch onto the edge of the granite as if your life depends on it and it might as well with the way Jake is fucking you.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jake’s angry voice snarls in your ear. “Wanted someone to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

He lifts your left leg to rest it beside you on the counter, allowing him to slip in at a new angle. Your body rocks against the counter with each snap of his hips. The nudge of his cockhead against your cervix is unrelenting as he takes his frustrations out on your body.

The tiny bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and euphoric screams but the music booming through the frat house muffles it from the unsuspecting crowd.

“Please,” you cry. You’re so close to your orgasm, but you need something else to push you over the edge. Jake knows exactly what it is that you need, but he refuses to give it to you.

“Please?” Jake taunts. “Please what?”

“Please make me cum!”

“Make you cum? I don’t think so. I think I’ll just fill you up and let you walk around the rest of the night unsatisfied with me dripping down your thighs. Maybe that will teach you a lesson.”

Your head shoots up from the counter. Looking at Jake in the mirror again you cry out, “No, Please! Please don’t! Please!”

Suddenly, the door bursts open. A deep voice yells out, “What’s going on in here?”

Your head snaps to look at the intruder, embarrassment flooding you as you come face to face with Bradley. You’re even more horrified at the fact that Jake is still pounding into you as if his sworn enemy hasn’t just walked in on the two of you fucking.

Bradley’s face turns beet red as he realizes what he walked in on and that it was not, as he had thought, some girl getting harassed. His brain is screaming at him to run away, but he stands in place frozen and wide-eyed as he grapples to understand what he’s witnessing.

“What the fuck are you looking at, Bradshaw? Get the fuck out of here!” Bradley finally scrambles out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Fucking idiot,” Jake grumbles. “Now, I believe you were asking me for something?”

All your embarrassment dissipates as Jake’s cock rams against your sweet spot again. “Will you make me cum? Please, Jake?” Your voice quivers as you plead.

He considers you for a moment, eyes glassy and a pout on those perfect lips of yours. Jake loves to tease you, but he loves the feeling of you coming apart on his cock even more.

“Guess Bradshaw knows not to mess with you now.” Jake resigns as one hand trails to the front of your body. Two deft fingers find your swollen clit, offering you the stimulation you desperately craved.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You cry out as you reach your climax. The white-hot pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, causing your entire body to shake against the counter.

Jake’s body folds over yours as he’s propelled closer to his orgasm by the feeling of your sweet cunt pulsing around him. His teeth sink into your shoulder as his cock twitches inside of you. He ruts into your spent pussy, pumping you full of his cum that will surely leak out of you just as promised.

Once he catches his breath, Jake pulls out of you and redresses his bottom half. You stay propped up against the counter trying to compose yourself while Jake picks your underwear off the floor. He tosses the article of clothing onto the counter before pulling off his baseball tee.

“Here. You should probably clean yourself up before you go back out there.” He extends the shirt out for you to take before reaching for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

“That’s it?” You ask, incredulous. Jake’s brows furrow as he gives you a quizzical look. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“You can’t just fuck my brains out because you were jealous that I was dancing with Bradley and then not say anything. You’re the one who ignored me all night while you flirted with some other girl.”

“I am not jealous of Bradley.”

“Then what do you call what just happened?”

“It’s called hooking up, sugar. We do it all the time.”

“and now you’re just gonna leave?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We’re not a couple. We can do whatever we want.” With that final remark, Jake walks back out to the party, still shirtless, leaving you alone in the bathroom to process what just happened.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Village complete listen through

30th October 2023 as i said some thoughts that are simply made me curious enough to look at the tracks on my phone

(started scrowling through gallery on the wiki and found this picture and this should have been a cover for the physical release no idea why there is so many things on fire)

Monologue

Summer Twilight: whatever you think of the title it is not what you think

Memory of Mia (mom for short)

a bad feeling: is interesting

pain in the darkness

Luiza's House

Villagers

Off the Hook: I wonder what scene this is paired with

Danse Macarbe

A moments respite 1 and 2: basic soundtrack love it dearly

In the Mist and Stay With Me: really eerie

Music Box: what it says on the tin really

Phantom

Promenous- nous dans les bois: Angie boss really uncomfy to listen too

Beasts

treading water and acid rain (basic soundtrack)

attack from the air: initially i was confused about this and i still am as i am typing this

internet cut out and the music paused so I missed roll out

confrontation

eradicating evil and rose: basic soundtracks i just love them

Take Us Up

I Know: listening to the preview was good full thing is better and it turns fairly sinister around 1:53 (is it when we see the mysterious figure? probably) for a moment then turns nice again

memories

the mercenaries titles (RE4R sounds like it a little)

the mercenaries village

Shadows of Rose

Dive

Just Like Me

They're everywhere (kind of made me jump reminds me of Coraline and has the sound effects of face eaters)

Guardian Angel

Touch My Word

Michael

Tick Tock

Reward

Executioner 2 (sister walked in on this and we were both cringing it is a lot that's the only way i can describe it)

Jump

welcome rose

Playtime: very short

You did it! is when we cut open the teddy bear

Dolls: or as we called it hide and seek if there were any way to download mp3's from youtube this is one of the songs i would have gotten for sure

Malice

No one loves you

that voice

deeper

the purifying crystal: the tale end

Run! Rose!

I've got this

Offer Yourself (other song I love the remix of eradicating evil)

I'm Okay: has the same notes as Rose and it makes me sad

Begining of the End: okay title and sounds a little bit like descent into the village and has vocals at the end

In Life and In Death

Blood and Death: goes silent for the last few seconds and it is effective

Light At the End: might be a trailer song because of the lyrics from Yearning for Dark Shadows (long ago i went searching for berries) but i really like it

The Winter's Legacy: is great and it still sounds like two steps from hell song (i just can't think of which one)

Roll Out is a cool its kinda reminiscent of the first Alice film which is interesting comparison to make

[amplifyme]

@randomfoggytiger

Let's talk about Walk Slowly. This episode wrecks me. Every single time.

Vincent's walk as he carries Cathy's body back to her apartment; and his vigil until dawn forces him to go.

And that's where the tears start for me. I often think about the Classic fans who never watched S3 and all they missed out on in just this single episode. They never got to see Vincent kiss his Catherine good-bye, or experience with her loved ones the grief they shared over her death, or hear Vincent's eulogy. Oh well, their loss.

Vincent finally seeking out Father, and Father knowing Vincent's grief and guiding him through it... wow. Vincent's fight with the Other, Catherine's necklace, remembering her words, shocking Father to death with the revelation. Joe and Jen and the FUNERAL-- all the people Above and Below.

Yes, yes, yes! Nothing to add here.

DIANA. DIANA, DIANA, DIANA. I love her. I never would have imagined her so serious-- for some reason, I read her voice as fast talking, higher pitched-- a far cry from measured and deliberate.

She's very deliberate and very introspective. As I told you before, she lives in her head. And I think she has the type of personality that once she figures out you're okay and she decides she likes you, there would be times you wouldn't be able to shut her up. She just generally plays things really close to the vest. She doesn't like to give any part of herself away until she feels like you've earned it.

I adore that Diana "met" Catherine first, and really connected with her through her little doll. (I also noticed that she seems to get flashes or insights by touching objects... hmmmmm.)

Though I liked her from the get-go, this scene in C's apartment sealed the deal for me. From the second she shoved the cop out the door, shut off the lights, and just stood in the dark soaking everything up, I was hooked. "I bet you had a name, didn't you?" Oh, my sweet Diana, I adore you.

She absolutely gets insights and impressions by touching things. She's a touch-sensitive empath, just like Vincent.

Did you notice the parallels between her stepping out onto the balcony for the first time and how it mirrored the shot of Cathy doing the same in the intro the first two seasons?

Mark took me by surprise, wonder how long he's going to be around.

Not as long as he'd like to be. The boy's got some stiff competition coming his way. 😉

Her interrogation of both Joe and Elliot was spectacular.

Really gives you a nice insight into how she works and her ability to cut through the BS and get down to business. Loved her asking Elliot to at least tell her whether she's looking for a dead man or not, cuz she hates wasting her time. The implication being that Elliot might've located and taken care of Vincent already. And her unrelenting questioning of Joe and the whole "Who makes you jealous?" tact. She's very good at what she does, which goes a long way in explaining why she gets to pick and choose the cases she takes on.

Oh, and another thing I just thought of. Elliot definitely knows about Vincent, and lies to Diana when she asks him. He's still keeping Cathy's secrets, even after her death.

Diana observing everyone, marking their pictures with question marks (and Father with the most.)

This was cut out in editing but during the funeral she notices Elliot exchanging looks with Father (remembering each other from when Father was locked up at Paracelsus' and Elliot first heard Vincent's name) and that's why he has three question marks on his photo instead of just one.

The children hugging Vincent while the others are at the funeral....

How heartbreaking was that?? He needed to allow himself the comfort the kids so wanted to give him. And they needed to grieve too. Read the script when you have the time. It was originally written quite differently, but I love the quiet simplicity of this better.

I had to watch Vincent's eulogy several times before I could actually pay attention to what he was saying. I was too busy picking out all the familiar faces at the funeral. I finally closed my eyes and just listened. Perlman delivered, and then some.

There was a moment when the way was still new, and I was afraid to hope. You put your hand on mine. Nothing had ever felt like that to me... like your touch. I wanted to weep. You turned and looked at me, your eyes were filled with dancing light. And I was bathed in your warmth. And I believed in that moment that even for me, all things were possible. In that moment... in your light... I felt what it is to be beautiful. How many lives were touched by you? How many lives were transformed by your courage to give... and to love? How many became beautiful in your light? Oh, we promised, always, to share the truth, always. But, Catherine, there was a truth beyond anything... beyond everything I had ever known, ever dreamed. It was the truth of all you gave, of all you sacrificed, for me. The truth of your love humbled me, silenced me. And the truth I could never share with you was the truth of how deeply I loved you. I will remember. I will remember every moment, every word, every look, every touch. Our love lives. It will live forever. Nothing will destroy us. Love does not die. You're safe. You're safe now. Sleep, my love. 😭😭😭

Okay, now that I've gotten that out of my system, let's close with something a bit more shallow. This is my favorite Vincent outfit EVER. The leather, military-like vest is perfection. And it beautifully foreshadows the battle he's about to wage.

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Maybe it was Nils' room, and Vincent was in there alone, ie, stayed behind after Nils had already left to go to rowing practise the same way Simon stayed behind in Wille's bed after Wille left with his bodyguard's at the beginning of s1e5.

As for why Vincent didn't go to rowing practise himself...I don't know. Maybe he was still too exhausted.:P

I can't get this one blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment out of my head where Nils is leaning against a wall outside and Vincent sort of pretends to fall face and palms first into him, only to part his hands at the last moment (you know the game; it's a game little schoolgirls like to play with each other).

Also, Nils pretty much told us that he is pursuing secret gay relationships with "people on his level". Why not take him by his word and assume he means at the school, too.

I am so far deep in the nilcent spiral, I have thought of all of these possibilities lmao. But I'm going to answer this in three parts.

In the canon written, and not the fanfic I've written in my mind, I don't think it was Nils' room. Probably some other boy on their floor. Because Vincent is talking to someone when he leaves the room to talk to August, and I don't think Nils was back yet. And if he was, he was probably only stopping in his room to get toiletries before heading to the showers. I might be wrong though.

I love that moment on the wall with Nils and Vincent. Not because of my nilcent heart, but because it's one of the few times we see them acting like normal teenage boys lol. Stupid boys playing stupid games. Unadulterated glee. That's kind of rare in the show, so it's nice to see. Even if it's only a few seconds between side characters.

Nils does say he is hooking up with people on the down low. I don't know if he'd risk doing it at school after the video, though. I don't know if he'd want to risk getting caught. He doesn't know who took the video, or what the motivation was. All he knows is that someone is taking and posting sex videos of queer kids. If I were him, and I didn't know details or if it was going to happen again, I wouldn't want to risk it. He also talks about matching with Marcus on grindr, so we know he's looking for people close by, but not necessarily at the school. So, it's possible that he's seeking out secret hook ups at school, but probably not relationships. It seems like Nils is very much not looking for queer romantic entanglements.

[alittleflowerchild]

She knows she’s wrong.

Did that help? Not until she admitted it out loud. And, her stubborn personality wasn’t likely to allow for that. Okay – so it might be a control issue, too. Hell, it was her control issues, her inability to allow for mistakes that had gotten her into this mess.

Patrick Jane is human – he made mistakes. Some of which he owned and did his best to correct and apologize for, some he used, but all of which had left him exposed and maybe that’s what scares her. He allows the exposure, embraces vulnerability, using it as a tool to get what he wants when situations call for it.

To a girl who was all but alone in the world, raising three brothers, mistakes often felt like an open wound for society to dump salt on. She didn’t allow for them and she fears that’s what made the wreckage that is the Lisbon boys, today.

She wonders if she’s making the same mistake with Jane.

“You aren’t, Teresa.” His low purr startles her – he feels her twitch with fright beneath his hands on her shoulders – but she soon settles, tense but comfortable.

“What?”

“You aren’t repeating history – you let them make mistakes, your brothers, I mean.” Tears fill her eyes. How does he always read her mind? “And, it wasn’t until I met them, especially Tommy that I understood what made you, you.”

“Ja – Patrick,” her voice creaks, a plea that will go entirely ignored but with good reason.

“You are afraid of mistakes because it leaves you exposed, and you think that with me, it will cause history to repeat itself.” His hands are moving, squeezing, boring into tight muscle with his thumbs until knots give way. “Even though, logically you know Thomas McAllister is dead, you still wonder what other suspect might seek revenge. You don’t like mistakes because you don’t like feeling exposed, vulnerable.”

“I – I was one girl with three brothers and alcoholic father who had a belt more than he had something nice to say,” she drops her chin to her chest, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She had felt alone until she finally was alone, when Tommy left at eighteen, and her father died. Then, she took the newfound freedom and fled Chicago with a scholarship and a shoebox of cash tips from a dead-end waitressing job. “Every mistake – I couldn’t let them make mistakes, not and let him see. And then you – and Red John and I’m scared, Jane. Scared that if mistakes are made, something is going to happen, and I won’t be able to – “

“Teresa,” his fingers close around her shoulders and she’s spinning, coming face to chest with her boyfriend. “Hey,” he hooks a finger under her chin and tips her face up to meet her teary green eyes. “You don’t have to explain yourself. That fear – I’ve been there. My father wasn’t exactly kind, either. But mistakes are human and as long as I have you, I will happily own up to any mistake. You make me better, sweetheart.”

“Patrick…” she reaches up to wrap her small hand around his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he tips his head, “You show me everyday how to be a better person, how to own mistakes, and apologize for being an ass. Which I am 99% of the time. But you are there and I think I’m getting the hang of this whole apology thing. I’m a little squeamish about mistakes, myself.”

“I feel selfish.” She sighs miserably, looking anywhere but at Jane.

“I’ve been selfish every day since I’ve met you and you wanna know why?” she shivers at the sonorous quality of his voice, “Because you looked at me and I was sure that you’d be the end of me. I would have let Red John do anything to me if it meant keeping you safe. I tried to keep you out because I’m a selfish fool. I wanted you for myself, I didn’t want anyone else to have the privilege of falling for you the way I did.”

Teresa wants to stomp her foot. Damn him. His apologies are always smooth as silk, soft in a way she’s never known how to be, and the tears caught in her eyelashes are gone with a swipe of his thumb. “I love you, too.”

Patrick just grins, framing her beautiful face with his hands, as he leans down to gently kiss her. “Not bad for a first fight,” he murmurs against her mouth. “Don’t think I wanna repeat that, though.”

Her words are swallowed by his mouth; warm and pliant against hers, seeking permission, forgiveness and she forgets why they ever fought in the first place. No – being with him is not easy, and it probably wouldn’t ever get easier, but she doesn’t want to be. She doesn’t want normal or easy or anything that makes it sound like she isn’t in love with Patrick Jane.

Frankly, she thinks that sounds boring.

[crater-lake]

208

1/17/25

I wrote a nice poem today that I want to congratulate myself for. I am both more and less accomplished/valuable/scared/profane.

Here:

Time is a blind feeling sanctioned by God

Gulls

(

the canvas of unbreathing, the inflection of breath

)

eulogize the wisp aether.

A mute swan

(

the warm nothing of whatever I haven't done

)

meanders like a line that cannot end itself.

Surrender;

Ghost mist

(

whenever my mother last held me

)

in cotton pleats gazes and held breaths long

Evening

(

the come down of it

)

pushes belief into every standing thing,

lights come on and on

night blossoms,

so I go exactly home.

A god iris of silken dark airless over

sleepy city streets.

The closest in your 20s to godliness is lovelessness.

But we don't need to be close

or 20

or godly

to feel that,

I write that with the stipulation that I'm in this entry spurned by the same defeat that those apps almost always give me. (In almost, in almost) Right now, I have the distinct pleasure of not listening to how my brain says I am worthless. I have to not walk down a really good street, which is annoying, because it would feel good to feel bad right now. I sabotage every kindness I have been paid which means it's the right hour. Will, I'm here, I'm here! I know it's hard to really be reader and writer but there you are.

I only write the truth with some exception. Instead of writing about my day, and Cafe Kreuzberg, and the gym, and piano, and my excellent nap, and my good, yet slightly too informal classes, and the great poem, and the jaunt in my step, I am going to first focus on how this random 19 year old Spanish boy chose someone else to hook up with while talking to me. And he is actively cheating on his boyfriend which inflamed my interest. And even though I logically understood that even when you are talking to someone, there is still such a slim chance anything ever comes of it: think of your hookups and how few there are and the sheer amount of people you talk with. These sorts of experiences make me absolutely want to give up. I douched myself and he said he needed a few minutes and then opted to go with someone else. I felt and feel disposable, worthless, replaceable, and pathetic. He said he had promised already to this other guy and that he could meet me tomorrow or after and I said No. Then he sent four messages and I said No. Which was good of me even though I want to be touched so bad. I haven't blocked him yet because I want the chance to say no to him one more time. I want to refuse back even though it won't matter, even though as I type, their bodies are colliding in the dark.

I am really trying to love myself better. Which means ethical loneliness, and accidental patheticness. I can accept them when they are outside of my control. But this was very much something I understood even during the interaction, and after, in the now. I don't forgive myself for seeking pleasure in disposability.

People disappear all of the time. I wonder why people put oblivion into our phones. When I block people, I just blocked him, I think, I've blinked them into oblivion. I just need most of me understood and I need to choose myself over pleasure more and more and more if I can stand the boredom that is actual care. If I can emotionally understand the value of good care when I start fulltime work. If I can understand the discipline of not succumbing. If good is not accurate: pleasurable vs. stable. Both can be good. Feel as in the fire versus like the bone stability good of structure. It's really horniness vs. self respect. Both can feel good but one is more exciting, and I am so so bored and I dream of holes opening and closing.

These men have no idea they are passing by the most interesting man in the world. That while he titillated me, I was scribing mawkish melodies on the keyboard, consoled by the ease in which I understand it, and how its beauty will make people love me harder. I hear Gaspard de la Nuit in my head and I'll hold on harder to it. Going to sleep is not going to satisfy me, but it will help me have stability. A whole window of pleasure sunlight shuts when I delete the app, and I am truly left with myself in a novel way. (I get only ugly people on Tinder- which means I might be gauging my own general attractiveness, wrong.)

Lorenz could be in love right now and my dreams will gut me even if I drift off thinking of magic, fire from my fingers, evergreen, sawdust in heeping piles in Upstate New York, the word turbid, and luminesce, and tenebrous, and slats, and escarmentar, and estrenar, demenager. I'll keep one awful gulp of it near my heart. Hiccup it into music to catch the next awful thing. I am here, not more. I get to crawl into me. I get to end what I want to end. I get to start over. I get most verbs. I have to leave or I won't be able to.

[type-three-djinni]

December in media

📚 Reading

Kaiju no. 8 (vol 8-11): I need the next volume STAT. Even though I keep losing track of the names but it's a me problem it happens in real life too

The Yellow Wallpaper (Gilman): oooooh boy. I wished to have a paper version to annotate. I want to do literary analysis on this story.

The veldt (Bradbury): oooh boy part two.

Lamb to the slaughter (Dahl): was I supposed to be horrified? Was I not supposed to say good for her?

In the penal colony (Kafka): Kafka can induce existential dread like no one else I think

Hanako-kun (v. 21): ahsgshsahshgajsjsjs

Layers of fear (Junji Ito): yes, yes, the perils of seeking a past long gone and the obsession with beauty. But truly the worst is the new fear unlocked around skin picking.

One piece (ch. 1130-1134): sobbing and crying and screaming for Robin

A day of fallen night (first half): I AM LOCKED IN. I AM REMEMBERING MANY NAMES. BUT NOT ALL THE NAMES. I WANT TO REREAD THE PRIORY.

🎥 Watching

Helluva Boss (ep 11): mmmmmmmh. Contemplating the plot implications.

Love, Actually: finally I've seen it. A powerhouse of a cast, Alan Rickman I miss you oh so dearly. Sam and Daniel's scenes mended my heart. Emma Thompson the legend that you are. But some of the characters (Colin, Mark) I would love to beat to death with a shovel.

Cyrano (2021): rewatching for the sibling, Peter Dinklage is still as incredible as the first time. I need to find a copy of the original book.

The Christmas Chronicles: cute! I'm not the audience, but as I was battling with pva glue on every surface of my body I had the very same attention span and level of media literacy.

The princess switch: what's christmas if not predictable romances in [generic European country with a monarchy and an obsession with Christmas]. The magical Christmas old man lacks Santa Claus swag, but has nosy European grandpa vibes so I appreciated him

The princess switch - switch again: had it in the background as I fought for my life with wrapping paper. I've just discovered there is a third movie. I'm hooked.

The princess switch 3 - romancing the star: VATICAN INVOLVEMENT AND HEIST IN THE SILLY CHRISTMAS MOVIE WHERE VANESSA HUDGENS PLAYS THREE CHARACTERS?

Ranma 1/2 (ep. 11-12): gnashing at the bars of my enclosure. I need fourteen more seasons and I need them now

The Amazing Digital Circus (ep. 4): Gangle is having A Time this episode. And making Jax also have A Time which, honestly. He deserves worse.

Helluva Boss (ep 12): that Elsa-looking bitch needed to get beaten up more. For me specifically.

The name of the rose: I can't for the life of me remember whether or not I have already watched this movie in full or only in snatches. Anyways, now I want to try and read the book.

Luca [R]: always so lovely on so many levels!!!

Around the world in 80 days (ep. 1, 2 - R): I realised that I have watched this series in a daze and should rewatch it because I miss our travelling trio.

The Preacher's wife: my tv gave up halfway through it and I want to finish it. I want the good feels.

The Mitchell's vs the machines [R]: still so good and funny. 10/10 movie.

A true wealth of nearly indistinguishable Hallmark Christmas movies that have been playing in the background of my life the whole month: unironically a nice experience.

[belle-et-inspirante]

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A fair ballpark would be a hundred million us dollars to be viewed as rich in Thailand, such as the person’s or home’s business value, investment portfolio, residential property and other advantage classes.

Tacori’s COO and Style Director Nadine Tacorian, https://jetbride.com/european-brides/ agrees, and says that customers happen to be eager to rejoice take pleasure in by making the ring their own individual. “Rings with secret details—hidden messages of affection solely you and your relate discover, ” Tacorian adds.

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Are Ukrainian girls great for marriage?

The nation has many of the components of a major American economy: abundant farmlands, a well-developed industrial base, highly trained time, and a good education program. As of 2014, however , the economy remains in a poor condition. According to IMF, in 2018 Ukraine was obviously a country with the minimum GDP per capita in Europe.

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A long way japanese Euro guys happen to be additionally far less uptight of the presence, nothing like their extra conventional European alternative. It’s not odd for that fantastic jap Eu girl to wear a brief blouse or clothing, in order to change into utterly bare down her marriage ceremony costume. -mail order brides to be providers hook up singles with a potent life-style or maybe a scarcity of time. On the net, you probably may talk with overseas women out of all over the world at any time and anywhere. But achievement of getting a mail buy bride depends upon what website you select. There are several mail order brides websites, however methods to identify on a reliable and useful one?

Can you wear red in Asia?

A fair ballpark would be a hundred million us dollars to be viewed as rich in Thailand, such as the person’s or home’s business value, investment portfolio, residential property and other advantage classes.

Tacori’s COO and Style Director Nadine Tacorian, https://jetbride.com/european-brides/ agrees, and says that customers happen to be eager to rejoice take pleasure in by making the ring their own individual. “Rings with secret details—hidden messages of affection solely you and your relate discover, ” Tacorian adds.

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They have blogs with guides upon tips on how to time women of numerous nationalities or provide the providers of specialist psychologists that will provide men recommendation upon tips on how to gain the center of an woman. Several busy guys haven’t any moment for trying to find a girlfriend by any means. That is why they take part in online programs hoping to find a match a lot faster right now there than in real life. Nonetheless on the lookout for a bride on the Web independently may turn to be able to be much less fast because they thought. It is a important an integral part of each postal mail order wedding brides service. A lot more women you will discover within the listing and the extra qualitative and informative accounts are the more probabilities you will discover to search out an ideal match. Nearly all of bride’s single profiles have superior quality photographs and detailed descriptions.

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Are Ukrainian girls great for marriage?

The nation has many of the components of a major American economy: abundant farmlands, a well-developed industrial base, highly trained time, and a good education program. As of 2014, however , the economy remains in a poor condition. According to IMF, in 2018 Ukraine was obviously a country with the minimum GDP per capita in Europe.

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A long way japanese Euro guys happen to be additionally far less uptight of the presence, nothing like their extra conventional European alternative. It’s not odd for that fantastic jap Eu girl to wear a brief blouse or clothing, in order to change into utterly bare down her marriage ceremony costume. -mail order brides to be providers hook up singles with a potent life-style or maybe a scarcity of time. On the net, you probably may talk with overseas women out of all over the world at any time and anywhere. But achievement of getting a mail buy bride depends upon what website you select. There are several mail order brides websites, however methods to identify on a reliable and useful one?

Can you wear red in Asia?

A fair ballpark would be a hundred million us dollars to be viewed as rich in Thailand, such as the person’s or home’s business value, investment portfolio, residential property and other advantage classes.

Tacori’s COO and Style Director Nadine Tacorian, https://jetbride.com/european-brides/ agrees, and says that customers happen to be eager to rejoice take pleasure in by making the ring their own individual. “Rings with secret details—hidden messages of affection solely you and your relate discover, ” Tacorian adds.

One of crucial steps in easy methods to buy works internet is having an excellent on the internet vendor. The time will come in any man’s life, when the will to cease being boy and become a man manifests. They will make your communication even more emotional by simply helping you to signify account to young ladies and to correct your feelings. Make a 1-K visa software for getting the bride to your nation. When selecting to get a ship order girl on-line, learn how to buy a wife plus the important procedure for do it. Anastasia International, even though in a roundabout way colluding within the scams, runs a highly profitable business model that enables them to flourish.

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They have blogs with guides upon tips on how to time women of numerous nationalities or provide the providers of specialist psychologists that will provide men recommendation upon tips on how to gain the center of an woman. Several busy guys haven’t any moment for trying to find a girlfriend by any means. That is why they take part in online programs hoping to find a match a lot faster right now there than in real life. Nonetheless on the lookout for a bride on the Web independently may turn to be able to be much less fast because they thought. It is a important an integral part of each postal mail order wedding brides service. A lot more women you will discover within the listing and the extra qualitative and informative accounts are the more probabilities you will discover to search out an ideal match. Nearly all of bride’s single profiles have superior quality photographs and detailed descriptions.

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