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[rockwgooglyeyes]

A beloved mutual said something that very much tickled my noodle, making me think on it.

This was on the heels of a thing about ivantill not being romantically requited in canon (which I agree with) but the original post was mostly focused on the fact that, at least I believe, Till didn't reciprocate Ivan's feelings. Which, I mean, they loved each other, but not necessarily in the same way. Now, a friend and mutual of mine (@alien-til-i-stage) actually makes the argument that it doesn't *matter* whether or not either of their feelings were romantic or platonic or whatever, because they loved each other and they had a monumental connection and that's what matters. Now, I love that to bits, that's so incredibly real, but at the same time I am nothing if not a dog with a bone so I actually want to talk about my thoughts on this.

Now, I don't think it's at all bad or wrong or even controversial to say that Ivan might not have had romantic feelings for Till. I think it's really fair to question whether or not Ivan really loved Till romantically, especially given that they were never taught about relationships and undoubtedly, their only real example for "romance" was Mizi and Sua. I would argue that Ivan actually does have a little bit more probability to know about romance due to his background (growing up on the streets) as well as his knowledge background (enjoying literature. While literature doesn't necessarily have romance in it, a lot of dramas do depict some kind of romantic relationship) but that's really neither here nor there.

I'll get down to the real point of this post, which is my thoughts on whether or not Ivan actually had romantic feelings for Till in the main, canon universe/timeline of ALNST, and I would say yes. I admittedly haven't really questioned whether or not Ivan's feelings were romantic or something else but when I do think about it, I would say that my answer is "I believe Ivan." I believe it's romantic because that's what he says it is.

As much shit as I give him for being an unreliable narrator, one of the few things that we can trust Ivan's thoughts on? Himself. Obviously disregarding the way that he thinks of himself as someone horrible and shallow and monstrous but like, he's self aware. He's introspective. While he never explicitly says that his feelings for Till are romantic, it's heavily implied with both his behavior (sweats in looking at the birthday kiss comic and the fact that apparently his excuse for asking about that was "kissing is popular in the garden rn" which is pretty flagrant in it being about mizisua) as well as the symbolism/allusions around him, the fact that he directly compares himself and Till to Mizisua, it's heavily heavily implied that he believes his love towards Till to be romantic, at least, in part.

(two images with extremely different vibes but basically, example of the symbolism/comparison and example of the behavior) (also "thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions" anybody??)

To give a little context, I am autistic and I'm on the aroace spectrum, two things I also headcanon Ivan to be, and so the fact that he believes his feelings to be romantic, if he thinks he knows what he's feeling, I am inclined very heavily to believe him. I find cataloguing and defining my feelings very difficult, especially in a way that allistic people understand, so I often end up using metaphors to communicate them because I am very rarely able to pinpoint my feelings and be like "oh yeah I am happy right now." This is especially true when it comes to my feelings about other people, because of how much I know about biases, perspective, first encounters, etc, I tend to get really, really in my head about stuff.

So basically, tl;dr, the reason I believe Ivan about his feelings for Till being romantic is that very rarely do I ever say "I have feelings for this person" without doubting myself and double checking and running it over in my mind for hours upon hours because I am neurotic as hell and I kind of feel like Ivan wouldn't be so certain on the Till thing if he hadn't thought about it a lot.

tagging @bluemoonscape per his request <3 love you pookie

[blitzyn]

holy- the zhongli request is 🥹💝✨✨✨ idk if its possible but hoping for part 2 maybe when reader purposely didn't pass the exam. i love every word you write 😭🫶 have a nice day/night and stay safe!!

a different method pt.2

teacher!zhongli x m!reader

Synopsis: You were not expecting to end up on your knees when you failed the test.

part 1 | part 3

a/n -> HELP I THINK I GOT COVID AGAIN??? anyways super sorry this took an eternity to get out! also thank you all for 600 followers!

wc -> 1.8k

cw -> facefucking, shoe humping, semi-public, not proofread

"What am I going to have to do to make you take this class seriously?"

You blinked owlishly. It would be a lie to say you were completely expecting such an inquiry. Slightly tilting your head, you pondered your teacher's question. There wasn't much, really. But all of those options weren't significant enough to motivate you.

Reaching a quick conclusion, you shrugged your shoulders. "I dunno. A million Mora?"

He was not amused. With a sigh, he turned away from you and held your test. A somewhat large "40/100" was written on the top of the page in red ink. It obviously wasn't enough to improve your current grade, and might have even dropped it even further. If an F- was a thing, you were positive you'd have it. But, hey, at least it wasn't a zero! There was some effort.

"Did you even try?" Zhongli knows he's not supposed to ask questions like this because everyone learns at their own pace. But you made it nearly impossible for him to teach you. It wasn't even a hard test, either. Everyone managed to acquire a passing grade except for you.

"I mean. Kind of," you replied. You answered the questions you knew off the top of your head and left those that needed you to think. You were sure you could've passed if you put in a bit more effort. It truthfully was an easy test, but who actually tries in a class they don't even like? Not you, that's for sure.

"I noticed that the grades for your other classes are higher. Is there something you don't like me doing?" He seemed genuine. It almost made you feel bad.

"No. Everything's just so boring here." You shook your head. Crossing your arms, you looked around the room to curb your growing impatience to leave.

He hummed. "You're fidgeting quite a lot. Are you expecting something?"

You peered at him with a confused expression. But despite your bemused guise, yes, you were. You swallowed nervously. Was it really that obvious?

Maybe he doesn't know, yet.

"No?" you finally spoke. You mentally cursed the uncertain tone in your voice. Fuck.

"Really?" He beckoned you closer to him. As soon as you were within arm's reach, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you to him. "It seems to me you haven't forgotten about what happened two weeks ago. You purposely failed, didn't you?"

You tried to jerk away from him in a surprised panic. "What? No, I didn't!"

He had such a tight grip on your shirt you were briefly afraid that he might tear it. "Do not deny the blatant truth." His eyes flicked downwards. You followed his shameless gaze, surprised to see yourself hardening within the confines of your pants. You were too caught up trying to defend yourself you hadn't realized the intensifying warmth traveling through your veins.

Your mouth was left agape, mind blank and unable to forge an excuse. "I..."

Zhongli raised an expectant brow, waiting for the waterfall of words to pour out of your mouth in a futile attempt to save your dignity and pride, even when he knew it was unlikely. Perhaps that was your attempt?

He kept you at arm's length as he studied your heated face, which only made you squirm further. You could barely stand to look him in the eyes, locking gazes every so often before it was promptly broken to look elsewhere.

It's pitiful, he thought. But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your distress. With yet another hum, he used his free hand to pull you to your knees. You stared at him with a surprised expression as if this wasn't exactly what you wanted.

"Well? Go on," he said, leaning back against his chair. Nodding nervously, you removed his belt and unzipped his pants to pull out his cock. You could feel your mouth involuntarily watering at the sight. You flattened your tongue and gave a lick from base to tip. You gently sucked on the head before moving lower, stopping just before he reached your throat.

You relished in the deep groan he emitted, using it as encouragement to go faster. He was thick and made your jaw slightly ache, but he had yet to completely harden. You used the saliva that leaked through the corners of your mouth as a lubricant to jerk off what you couldn't get.

You softly moaned at the taste of his precum, the vibrations of your voice making his cock twitch. You hollowed your cheeks over the tip to gather more of it, but quickly dipped your head back down. You repeated the cycle a few more times until Zhongli deemed himself wanting more.

You looked up at him through your lashes when you noticed his arm rising toward your hair. The weight of his hand could have been mistaken as comforting if it weren't for the fact that his fingers tightly curled around your hair. You could feel your chest buzzing. It was a mix of anticipation, fear, and excitement.

You gagged when he pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow more of his cock. You instinctively tried to pull away, chest beginning to strain from your gags and the sudden lack of air. No matter how much you seemed to persist, it felt as if your strength was nothing compared to his.

You quickly realized this, and made yourself relax as much as you could. It was exhilarating to let him have his way with you, using your mouth without any regard toward your own comfort. You snaked a hand across your neck and lightly squeezed, cock throbbing within the confines of your pants when he let out a groan.

"This is what you're good at, isn't it?" His voice sounded strained. "Is this your way of raising your other grades? Letting your teachers use your mouth as they see fit?"

Of course not! You made a few sounds (though you mostly choked and gagged) in an attempt to reply. A mildly annoyed expression crossed over his face.

"You still don't know how to be quiet even when you're sucking my cock?" He pushed your head down as far as possible, your nose pressing against his pelvis. He held you there until your chest began to burn, desperate for air. The black spots that collected in the corners of your vision faded with each deep inhale. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue, though you sealed your lips around it every so often to swallow his precum.

You could feel him throb rhythmically when you held him in your hand again to lightly tap the head on your tongue. You peered up at his flushed face with a slight grin, and he had the mind to shove you back down. You began to jerk him off fervently as a heat swelled in his abdomen.

He tightly gripped the armrests of his chair and held himself back from thrusting into your fist. The flame of ecstasy intensified further and further until it finally enveloped him completely, hips lightly jutting upwards as cum spurted from his cock. He let out a long, deep groan as he tossed his head back.

You moved back over him to gather his cum in your mouth, gently using your tongue to help him prolong his orgasm and coax out more of his semen. It wasn't until he began to tug you off of him did you back away, licking cum off of your fingers.

You were briefly aware of the ache in your knees as you stared up at him expectantly, which prompted an eyebrow raise from him.

"What?"

"What about me?" You frowned. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together in hopes of stimulation.

"You don't deserve it," he said. He internally smiled at your expression. "Especially not after your test score."

He shifted, trying to stand up to fix his appearance when you held onto his leg. His amber eyes met yours so full of ill-concealed desperation.

"Wait-!" You swallowed hard, surprised by your own need. "I-I'll do good next time. I promise! Just... just please let me cum. I'll take this class seriously."

"Tempting offer," he said, tilting his head in thought. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy treating you like this, but the main reason he was so irritated with you was because you refused to let him help you towards a better grade. He's not one to give up very easily, so he's willing to take your word for it just this once.

"Very well, then." He sat down on his chair and leaned back, pushing one of his legs towards you so his shoe pressed against your throbbing cock. You jolted at the sensation, completely underestimating just how horny you were. Electricity flowed through your body and left your skin feeling tingly and hot.

You felt like you could burst right then and there as you quickly began rubbing your clothed dick against the hard material of his shoe. Oh how pitiful you looked, trying to pull him closer to you as you thrust harder.

"Look at you." He had an amused undertone in his voice. "Grinding against me so desperately. You're just like a mutt in heat, aren't you?"

You had no will to retort, simply focused on reaching your orgasm. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud, nearly breaking skin. You were very sensitive from ignoring your own pleasure earlier, and you were sure you weren't going to last much longer.

You let out a strained whimper when he straightened his foot, rubbing you with enough force for it to slightly hurt. You mumbled out curses and pleas towards no-one in particular and steadily grew louder the closer you got to your peak.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." You cut yourself off with a moan, trembling as the burning sensation of euphoria overcame your senses. Your hips jolted with each pulse of pleasure that ran through you.

With a shaky sigh, you fell back onto your ass and steadily regained your breath. Good lord, that took more out of you than you thought. You grimaced when the patch of your cum slowly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sticky sensation that you were going to have to walk home with.

You peered up at Zhongli when he spoke, "I expect you to abide by your promise. I do not want to see any more F's in the immediate future."

You wearily nodded. "Yes, sir."

He studied you for a moment longer. "You seem to be driven at the thought of an orgasm."

Now, that caught your attention. You refocused and nearly broke out into an excited smile when he continued.

"Maybe if you pass the next test with a B or higher, I'll reward you."

[otaku-girl-ao3]

BBC Ghosts Masterlist | Otaku_Girl | AO3

Ghosts (BBC, 2019) fics from Otaku_girl on AO3. Predominantly featuring Thomas Thorne, Julian Fawcett, Pat Butcher and The Captain. Fawthorne & PatCap fan. Shameless /Reader writer.

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Can’t take it back (once it’s been set in motion)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ✔️ Can be read as dubious consent (but is resolved) ❌ Status: Complete | Chapters 3/3 Series: Oxytocin part 2 Pairings:  Thomas Thorne/Reader, Julian Fawcett/Thomas Thorne, Pat Butcher/Reader “Patrick tells me that you are inexperienced in the ways of the flesh.”

“Pat said what?”

“Patrick was telling me all about your little…conversation," Thomas said delicately, a small, sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "And I was wondering if perhaps I might be of some assistance?”

Thomas offers to help you lose your virginity. It would be a far more appealing prospect, if you weren't half convinced you were developing feelings for Pat.

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(Don't let me be) misunderstood

Rating: Mature Dark?: ✔️ Dubious consent. Scene gone wrong. Misunderstandings Status: 1/3 Pairings:  Pat Butcher/The Captain

"Well then. what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Red."

The sound of their breathing intermingled — Cap’s ragged and unsteady, Pat’s faltering. The tension in Cap’s shoulders began to ease. He had finally managed to say it. Everything would be okay now. Pat would fix it.

“I knew you were in a bit of a mood, but I didn’t think you’d be so bloody childish.”

Pad and Cap discover the importance of open, honest communication and safeword use.

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Green looks good on you

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Pat Butcher/The Captain “Patrick, really... I don’t know about this. What if someone sees us?”

Brown eyes glanced back at him, amusement clear in their depths. “Nobody should be this far into the woods this close to sunset. Not on a Sunday night. And certainly not while the footie’s on.”

“What if someone hears us?”

Pat’s lips twisted in a wry little half-smile. Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “Then you better be quiet, love.”

When Pat catches someone flirting with Cap at the pub, he can't help but take a little detour on the walk home to remind him of who he really belongs to.

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She couldn’t look away (she’d wanna get involved)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ✔️  Can initially be read as a little dark (but is resolved)❌ Status: Complete  | Chapters 8/8 Series: Oxytocin part 3 Pairings: Pat Butcher/Reader, Julian Fawcett/Thomas Thorne “Julian and I have agreed it’s best to clear the air and stop any resentment before it has the chance to really set in. What we think would be best for everyone involved, is if we have a nice little demonstration. Julian wants to remind Thomas exactly who he belongs to, and why he shouldn’t go around touching anyone else without his express permission.”

“Belongs… to?” Your breath catches. Surely you must have misheard him?

“He wants you to watch. So you can see exactly what’ll happen if you even think of looking at Thomas like that again.”

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Take a chance on me

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Status: Complete Series: Oxytocin part 1 Pairings: Pat Butcher/Reader “Now cmon then love, let’s see you. Only if you’re sure. I could fetch one of the others if you’d like? Julian’s got a ton of experience if even half of his stories are to be believed. And Thomas…well, if you like that sort of thing..”

“I think I’d rather just keep this between the two of us if that’s ok with you, Pat? At least for now? Anything else sounds a little bit advanced for…”

“For your first time as a ghost?” Pat finishes your sentence for you, sending you a reassuring smile, “We’ve all been there."

“Haha. Yes. It will be my first time as a ghost. And also…maybe… my first time…”

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The investor

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Crossover: Wonka x BBC Ghosts Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Julian Fawcett World famous chocolatier Felix Fickelgruber is always willing to exchange a little of his time for the promise of new investment in his business. MP Julian Fawcett has a certain reputation for appreciating the finer things. Who better to target as his next investor?

[mcufan72]

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

18+/ adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut

Warnings: smutty smut, oral (f receiving), slightly soft dom/sub vibes, dirty language, unprotected sex (hey, it's Loki but please be careful IRL), fluff... I hope that's all

When you woke up in the late morning you felt alone somehow. You weren't fully awoken yet, your eyelids still half closed but you couldn't see Loki sleeping next to you on his pillow and you also couldn't feel his arms wrapped around you. You yawned heartedly, stretching your arms over your head. Where was he? You sighed, undecided. Should you take another round of sleep or should you look for him? Why did he leave you alone? Did he think differently now about your night of debauchery and did he want to stay with his rules to not fall in love with his …ladies of the night? But didn't he whisper to your ear that he loves you? Or was it just a dream?

You were still too tired to think properly and you decided to drift back to slumber before you would ask him. But you missed him, his warmth, and his strong arms around you. Your legs felt heavy and tired and you tried to roll from your back to your side but it wasn't possible. When you tried again to move and turn around you heard a muffled groan from under the duvet. You tried again to move your legs and the annoyed groaning from under the duvet was audible again.

You opened your eyes immediately and lifted the duvet just a little bit to have a look at where this mumbling and groaning came from. You couldn't believe what you saw but it made you smile and wondering when this might have happened.

It was Loki under the duvet, laying between your legs, his head on your mound, using this part of your body as a pillow. Your one leg was draped over his shoulder, your other leg along his torso, calf and foot placed on his lower back and well-toned ass. His arms framed your torso and his hands held the lower part of your flanks in a tight grip. This view of him between your legs was adorable and the way he gripped you so tightly felt protective and possessive. It felt good.

"Lo?"

"Hmmh?"

"Good morning!"

"Hmmh…good morning."

"Do you feel comfortable?"

"Hmmhh!"

"Are you sure?"

"Hmmhh…absolutely sure!"

He began to peck wet and soft kisses to your lower abdomen and pubic mound, and he bit tender love bites into the flesh of your inner thighs, making you moan and tremble. The sight of him between your legs and him kissing you so intimately let your desire for him grow again. Loki felt you beginning to squirm under his kisses and he sensed your upcoming arousal.

"Spread your legs wider for me, love, be my good girl."

"Yes Sir," and you obeyed. God, how much you wanted him. And what a way to wake up.

He parted your folds gently with his fingers and began to lick and suck you quickly and expertly to a sweet little morning orgasm. By just using his skilled tongue he drove you to a peak of ecstasy. With a single moan of his name your orgasm washed over you. You came fiercely, you had forgotten everything around you for a moment.

"That's how you like it, don't you pet?"

"Oh god, yes," you sighed.

"My good girl." Loki smirked at you, satisfied with himself and happy that he made you feel good.

"I wasn't prepared for this," you moaned breathlessly, incredibly pleased and relaxed.

"Well, I never intended to prepare you, just wanted to give you a good start to the day, snowflake. I love to feast on you, my love, I can't get enough of you," he murmured with his hoarse morning voice.

You blushed deeply. He was so shameless, now after you two had abandoned yourselves completely unrestrained to desire last night, now that you two knew that you were in love with each other.

"And I could get used to it, Lo. Want me to return the favour, baby?" you combed your fingers through his tousled curly mane.

"No, this was just about you, my love."

Loki peppered a few last kisses to your belly button, your tummy and your breasts and nipples before he pecked your lips softly. He left the bed and strode towards the bathroom in all his naked and godly glory. His pronounced muscles moved seductively with every step.

"Bubble butt!" you teased him.

"I know!" he answered self-confidently while walking away from the bed towards the bathroom.

"You're not arrogant at all, are you?" you asked him ironically with a smile on your face.

Loki turned around and leaned with crossed arms against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other.

"I am arrogant. I'm a god!" he grinned smugly at you. "And now you have to deal with me!"

The view of him and the sight of his desirable cock made you flustered and his answers made you laugh. He already started to show you more sides of himself you didn't know yet. And you loved it. And Loki loved nothing more than to see you laughing. Your smile always enchanted him and melted his heart.

"Come here!" he ordered, tilting his head and you obeyed.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapped them around your waist and looked lovingly into your eyes and kissed your forehead. You placed your hands on his bare chest, tenderly caressing him.

"You know how I mean it, don't you?" he asked you softly and smiled at you.

"Of course I do, Lo. I'm not made of fragile glass. I get your sarcasm and your playfulness."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and trailed your thumb pads over his cheekbones.

"I heard you say something to me last night before we fell asleep. Would you say it again? Please!"

Loki felt himself blushing. So you had heard him, you weren't sleeping when he made his confession.

"I love you, snowflake," he said warmly.

You took a deep breath before you answered him. Your heart was so full. Full of love for him.

"And I love you, Lo."

The following passionate kiss was just the confirmation that you two had never been happier before.

"I would say, we take a shower together and while showering we make love again, then we could have breakfast in bed and as a dessert I make love to you again and then we get ready for our walk in the park and our coffee-cocoa date and when we're back home…I make love to you again. What do you think of it, my pretty snowflake? Would you like that?" he asked seductively with a hint of smugness again in his deep baritone.

"Sounds like I won't be able to walk properly for some days but it sounds like a good plan," and you kissed him again, your fingers buried in his long jet-black curls. You were obsessed with his hair. And you giggled. He was so wonderful and wicked and sexy.

"I'll be gentle, my Lady, I promise. Just give in to me," he cooed before he kissed you devouring.

He was irresistible but actually you just wanted some tenderness. You were afraid to tell him that but you also didn't want to suggest you wanted to have sex if it wasn't the truth…you would never do this again …never. Loki sensed your discomfort and he looked questioningly at you.

"Lo, can we just shower and… clean each other and just exchange tenderness…I don't want to disappoint you or ruin this wonderful morning but…"

"Hey, shhh sweetheart, it's okay, you don't disappoint me or ruin something. Of course, we can just shower together! I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do, my love."

"And you're surely not mad at me?"

"Nooo, why should I? The most precious and prettiest girl wants to take a shower with me! How could I be mad at you? Who told you such nonsense?"

He knew exactly who told you such nonsense and who had pressured you like this. This jerk should never come under his eyes. Loki kissed you tenderly and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"Let's have this shower, my Lady," and he picked you up bridal style to carry you to the shower, you squeaking and giggling in his arms.

You couldn't have been cuter and you had no idea how much he wanted to just exchange the tenderness you craved so much. He craved it as well. After you had cleaned each other gently and kissed and caressed each other extensively under the warm water in the shower, Loki decided it was time now for breakfast.

"I head to the kitchen and prepare breakfast, you must be starving. What would you like to eat? Any preferences?"

"A hot coffee would be nice. And to eat?…surprise me, Lo" you whispered against his mouth and pecked his lips.

"As you wish, my love. Take your time and meet me in the kitchen," Loki answered and left the shower not before he pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

You didn't deserve a caring man like him. He was so adorable, loveable and…too sexy. The thing was, he thought the same about you. You spent some more time under the warm water and enjoyed the feeling of the water rippling down your body. You still couldn't believe what had happened and that this wonderful man was yours now. Were you a couple now? Yes, it must be like this, he begged you to stay with him and you didn't intend to leave him ever again. You belonged to him and he belonged to you. You were blessed, indeed.

You turned the water off, opened the shower door and grabbed one of his green large fluffy towels and wrapped it around your wet body. With a smaller one you dried your hair and headed to Loki's bedroom. When your gaze fell upon the bed's ruffled sheets you had to smile. The night with him had been awesome and you didn't just think about the fantastic sex. You sat down on his bedside and took the snow globe from his nightstand into your hand and shook it. You looked at the flakes whirling around in the snow globe and thought about how this city brought some luck to you. Yes, you were a lucky woman, able to believe in genuine passionate love again.

You headed to the living room, looking for some clothes to dress in. But there was just your party dress and you assumed your travel bag to be in the guest room. You were too lazy to get there so you decided to wear Loki's hoodie…just his hoodie. It was big and long enough to hide your delicate parts and extremely snuggly and warm and so you headed dressed in just his sweater to the kitchen to meet him there.

Loki stood at the stove and stirred in a pot and a pan and the smell of fresh coffee hit your nostrils. You hugged his bare torso from behind, pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades and caressed his chest with tender hands before you peeped over his shoulder to have a look at his doing.

"What are you cooking, Lo? It smells delicious. I never expected a handsome prince to make such a delicious, full breakfast for me. No one ever did this for me," and you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

Loki chuckled amused and turned around to glance at you. He grabbed you by your waist and placed you with an elegant turn on the kitchen counter next to the stove. You laughed and he spread your legs so he could stand between them, his hands placed on the surface of the counter.

"I'll do everything for you, snowflake and I can't have you hungry, can I? I made some scrambled eggs, baked beans, little sausages and some bacon."

"Loki, you're wonderful. I'm starving and you made my favourite breakfast. How did you know?"

"I just assumed that you would like it. You lived in London so I thought…mmpffhh…"

You cupped his face with your hands and gave him a long breathtaking kiss on his soft lips and left his mouth with a wet plop.

"Wow…the best 'thank you' ever," he laughed.

He reached behind you and grabbed a plate with freshly made marmalade toast and offered them to you.

"Oh my goodness, toast with orange marmalade? Awesome… why are you so perfect," you squealed in delight, picked one of the toasts, and took a bite with relish.

"Gosh!" you mumbled with a mouth full of marmalade toast. "I love the bittersweet taste. It's like life, sometimes it's bitter and sometimes it's sweet," and Loki smiled at you and adored your joy eating that toast.

"How is your life now, snowflake?"

"Sweet, Lo…definitely sweet," and you licked your lips and smiled lovingly at him.

He turned the stove off, breakfast was nearly ready when he recognized that you wore his hoodie and maybe nothing else than that. He played with the hem of the hoodie that covered half of your thighs.

"I've dreamt of this," he murmured and wrapped your calves around his waist.

His fingers trailed tenderly over your thighs, making you shiver with excitement and his eyes sparkled with lust. One of his hands slipped under the hem and slid up to your hip.

"No underwear? Just my hoodie? Naughty little girl! I dreamt of this, too!" His dark velvety voice made your skin tingle.

"I've also dreamt of this and sometimes dreams come true, Sir," you whispered seductively, constantly staring into his baby blues and laying the rest of your toast back on the plate.

In an unexpected move he grabbed your buttocks and pulled you closer to the edge of the kitchen counter towards him and latched his lips onto yours. In wet and sloppy kisses he forced his tongue into your mouth and you gratefully returned his kiss. He tasted the bittersweetness on your tongue and it fueled his desire to bury himself inside of you. He spread your legs wider and began to stroke his fingers through your warm folds. You were already dripping.

"So wet, so naughty, and just for me," Loki moaned, eager to fuck you.

You grabbed his hard cock, massaging him through his sweatpants, rubbing your thumb over his sensitive tip.

"Temptress!" he hissed through gritted teeth. You and your touches drove him crazy.

"Seducer!", you murmured, eager to feel him throbbing inside of you.

You hooked your toes into the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them down just far enough to free his engorged length. Loki moaned and gripped your hips more firmly. Without waiting any longer he pushed his cock inside of you until he was completely embedded in your needy cunt. You whimpered loudly when he stretched and filled you so deliciously.

He gave you mere moments to get adjusted to him before he started to move. He nearly pulled out of you completely, just his tip resting in your warmth before he shoved himself completely in again. He sped up his pace, relentlessly thrusting his hips against yours. You leaned backwards and supported yourself with your hands on the surface of the counter.

"That's it, my love, that's how you need it, hmm? Take it, pet take all of me…" he groaned.

"Yes, yes…I need you, Sir."

Floating, you were floating again, drowning in his words and his love. He fucked you harder and deeper than last night but he wasn't less careful with you.

"You can't get enough, can you? Always want my cock fucking you,...deeply, ruthlessly …my naughty girl…my sweet whore…I'll fill you up sooo…good…and you…fuck…will take it all…do you hear me?"

He was in ecstasy like you. Your warmth, your wetness and your scent, your will to give yourself completely like this to him made him lose his mind. His thumb began to circle firmly and quickly over and around your bundle of nerves, he wanted you to reach your high together with him and as quickly as him and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his orgasm back any longer. You were too seductive.

You raised your upper body and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans of lust.

"Lo, please…I can't…fuck…just cum, please…fill me, Sir…"

You looked down between you two and you saw him pumping fast in and out of you. This alone was enough to push you over the edge. The contraction of your cunt triggered Loki's orgasm as well and with a last deep thrust, he followed you into the heaven of satisfaction, a loud groan escaping his mouth. With slowly rocking his hips against yours he rode out both your highs until he stilled his movements and pulled you closer into his arms.

Panting heavily in unison you two began to laugh and Loki peppered kisses to your forehead and your lips.

"That was good," you whispered.

"Yeah, it was…thank you, my sweetest love," Loki hummed, satisfied.

"Why do you thank me?"

"You fulfilled my dream, snowflake."

"Our dream, Lo…we wanted it both."

"Yeah…it's just…I'm so happy to have you."

"Lo…you have me, always. I promise," your eyes teared up.

You rested your forehead against his, one arm still wrapped around his neck, your other hand cupping his cheek and your thumb running over his lips. Loki closed his eyes leisurely, enjoying your tender touch and your proximity.

"I'm sorry that I called you 'my sweet whore'. I should've asked you before if it's okay for you…I didn't want to trigger something…"

"Don't worry about that, baby. I love it when you talk dirty to me. I love to be your whore…you still love me and treat me with respect…so just call me like this during sex," and you kissed his forehead.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure, Lo."

He slowly pulled out of you and you felt your mixed juices dropping out of you and down to the kitchen floor.

"My bad boy has made a mess!" you teased him and giggled.

"Be careful girl, it's all because of you!" he teased you back.

He pulled his sweatpants back up and pecked your forehead. You smiled brightly at him.

"Guilty!" you laughed and your legs let go of his waist.

"We should clean up this mess before the others get awake and come to the kitchen."

"Yes, we should hurry up with that!" and with a flick of his hand, Loki's magic did his job and cleaned you and the kitchen floor. Just right in time because shortly after that Thor entered the room.

"Good morning, guys! Thor bellowed to greet you two.

"I'll set the table then," you said quietly to Loki, pecked his lips and hopped off of the kitchen counter.

"Good morning Thor. Do you want to have breakfast with us?" you asked him while you took some plates from the cupboard.

"No thanks for asking, Ladyy/n. I just want to grab a coffee for me and…"

"And?" you asked curiously and grinned, giving Loki a mischievous side gaze.

"Jane…" Thor answered coyly, rubbing his beard.

"The girl you danced with last night," you stated.

"Hmmhmm, yes and I think it's something … serious…"

"Oh, fine Thor, I wish you only the best for you two!" you said smilingly to him. You turned around and went over to the table to set him.

"Sooo brother, tell me…have you been successful? Is the lovely Lady y/n your girlfriend now?" Thor asked quietly, trying to avoid that you could hear them. Loki laughed silently, looking down and nodding his head slowly.

"Yes, she is, brother!" he answered proudly.

Loki wasn't sure but when he looked into his brother's eyes it seemed some tears shimmered in them. And unexpectedly Thor pulled his brother into a big bear hug and held him tight for a moment.

"You did well, brother. I'm proud of you! Please be happy, you deserve it. You both deserve it. And don't wait too long to tell her everything, okay!"

Loki returned Thor's embrace and somehow he enjoyed it.

"Thanks, Thor, your words mean a lot to me. I wish you the same happiness together with Jane. You two deserve it as well…and yeah I'll do it…soon."

They patted each other's back and released each other from the hug.

"Urgh, please don't…spare your kisses for your Lady," Thor joked and grabbed two mugs from the kitchen counter and filled them with coffee.

"But I won't kiss you, you oaf!"

You looked at Loki and Thor and your eyes teared up. It warmed your heart to see them like this. You had the feeling that this conversation and this hug were long overdue. Thor left the kitchen and Loki came to you with breakfast. You stared at the table, lost in thoughts.

"Hey?" Loki turned you around, put a finger under your chin and made you look at him.

"What's going on in this pretty head of yours?" he asked you concerned.

"Nothing, Lo. I'm fine," you answered quietly.

"Lying to the god of lies? Seriously, my love? Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

He held you by your waist and tried to make you look at him but you kept staring at his chest and drawing lazy circles on it with restless fingers.

"It's nothing, Lo, really!"

"Snowflake, you know that I know that it's not the truth…darling…look at me, please. What is it?"

You looked down before you hesitantly looked into his eyes and a tear ran down your cheek.

"I'm…I'm jealous…" and you looked down again.

"Jealous? Why? And of whom?"

"Of you and …Thor."

"What?"

"I'm jealous of you and Thor and that you have each other…don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you but…but..it also makes me…so sad because…because…"

You started to cry, your body shaking.

You fell around his neck, clinging desperately to him. You had suppressed these feelings of loss and grief since you saw her for the last time and now it all broke free. You were sobbing in his arms and he just stroked your spine and he held you tight until you stopped crying and began to feel better again.

"I miss my sister…I miss her so much, Lo."

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to lose control like this." You let go of him and dried your tears with the sleeves of the hoodie.

"No, don't be sorry, my love. Everything is fine. It's absolutely okay that you miss her. You loved each other and life hadn't always been good to you and her. I'm sure she misses you too. And sometimes you have to let it all out. I'm there for you, you're safe with me. Do you feel a bit better now?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you for being there for me. Do you really think she misses me too?" you sobbed but smiled again at him.

Loki caressed your cheeks and gave you a kiss to the tip of your nose and your forehead.

"I'm always there for you, my love and I'm sure she misses you as well. Do you want to look for her? I'll help you to find her!"

"I don't even know where to start, Lo …this world is so big."

"We'll find a way, we'll find her, I promise."

"How? I mean…you're not a clairvoyant…"

"No, I'm not but I know we'll make it and we'll figure it out where she and her family live."

"Thank you, Lo. I love you!" and you hugged him as tightly as you could.

"I love you, too snowflake. Want to have breakfast now?"

"Nothing's gonna stop me from eating all this delicious stuff you've cooked for us."

"Of course!" you said and looked at him again.

You both sat down and enjoyed the wonderful breakfast Loki had prepared for you. After that, you felt much better and you both got dressed for your stroll in the park. Nothing, absolutely nothing could hold you back from this lovely afternoon ritual.

Now you two walked arm in arm through the park and its winter wonderland. Everything looked brighter and much prettier than before and the snow was so much whiter now. Loki's espresso and your hot chocolate tasted so much better and everything felt so much nicer. You had found the man who loved you genuinely and treated you with love and respect and adored you endlessly.

Loki has found the woman that loved and adored him deeply and accepted him with all his flaws and insecurities. He would give you all the love he always wanted to give to someone who appreciates it. Never before had he wanted to make things right and be a good person that much. And of course, he would help you find your sister.

You had a fantastic new job now and you were able to turn your life in a better direction. You had been able, to be honest with yourself and admit how much you missed your beloved sister. You were afraid that you might never find her and you were also scared that she doesn't want to see you ever again. But you needed clarity and you were willing to face the truth. But without Loki, you'd never have had the courage to try it.

But all of your happiness and infatuation could not hide the fact that there was still a secret and that the day would come when Loki had to leave you.

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The fae general and the apothecary woman

Part 3

There will be pregnancy if that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry also some spoilers for book 7

Tw kidnapping

Meet lilias two friends was a dizzying experience. Levan wanted to learn more of the human language while maleanore was rather bossy. Lilia looked ready to rip his hair from his skull, but I couldn't help but smile. I was getting to know more about lilia every day. Sure, I wouldn't see him for weeks at a time before, but when we got together, those long weeks felt like nothing.

I was introduced more to the culture and knowledge that is the fae world. There were a few stares that weren't as welcoming as some held distaste for the humans, but since we were still new and too many fae children in their eyes.

But I did make a fae friend, his name was Alec. Alec was a young fae who had a passion for painting landscapes dreams, but most importantly, he did portraits. When lilia was away and I wasn't helping Laven or by maleanore's side chatting, Alec and I would chat about his latest paintings he says his dream is to paint the royal family but he didn't believe he was good enough yet.

Of course, I believed he was brilliant and voiced it. "One day, I want you to make a portrait of my family! One day, lilia and I will have a little one or two, and I want to immortalize that. I know my life expectancy is shorter than his own, and I don't know the life expectancy for half fae half human babies, but I think he'd love to have that of us." I say confidentially.

Alec smiles, " My friend, I would be honored to do so. You are the first one to believe in my dream. I will bring your portrait to life, I swear!" He says with a wide smile, thinking of how beautiful the vanrouge family will look and what would compliment the background the lighting and more.

When I got to the little cottage where lilia and I lived, I began to separate my medical herbs, meal herbs, and such. Though our wedding was a small one, I loved it completely. Lilia was so handsome in his uniform, and the dress was a gift from the Draconia family. The wedding night when we consummated our marriage left my cheecks burning. While this was our first night as a couple and our first time Lilia was a dedicated lover, and we were left breathless by sunrise.

Placing a hand on my stomach Lilia and my own child, I was so giddy. I knew it was a girl. I felt it in my gut, and I knew the perfect name. But concern filled my being the humans were getting worse going further inland destroying to make a castle of their own. How shameless the king never informed us of this plan when people volunteered to go with him. It was only meant to be exploration and resource negotiations to see if this land had medicines we didn't have (they did i go crazy every time I go out to expand my knowledge) .

"Oh, expecting as well, my friend?" I hear and tur to my friend,"Maleanore! As well?" I say before gasping, " you too?!" I cry out happily, to which she nods pridefully with a large smile. "Congratulations!" I smile "amazing I hope our children become great friends like you and I, " I say as I make tea and bring out some sweets.

We talk, and i say how I feel like my child would be a girl and how she knew her child would be a boy. We talk names, "Oh, paying homage to lilia with that name." She teases,"I smile. "I love him. I adore Lilia, so when my daughter is born, Lilian is her name, " I say confidant. " I love your confidence, my little human friend, though I should be going lest Lilias face grow red like the streake in his hair," and with that, she's gone in a twinkle of green light.

Lilia walks through the door not ten minutes later, sighing and clearly tired. He has tried to keep the horrors of the humans from his human brides ears. They have gotten pushy and worse than before a year ago. But when he opened the cottage and saw his wife attempting to cook a meal, he chuckled a brilliant woman but no cooking skills at all.

"Lilia! I have amazing news" I smile when I see my husband. I greet him and kiss his cheek, setting his meal down and getting his drink. He looked curious or as curious as that natural scowl could raising an eyebrow as he eats. " Lilia, in nine months' time, we will have a new addition to the vanrouge family!" I smile.

His eyes widened before darting to my stomach. He came around and felt my belly. "Six months married, and now we have our own child. I will teach him to be string and swift to protect his family." He smiled." Oh no, my love, this here is a girl." he looked up at me. " You know the gender already?" He asked, amazed. "...no," I mutter, pouting. He smiles. " And when will be her name?" He asks.

"Her name is Lilian," I say softly, looking into his beautiful eyes, which widen before the gentlest smile appears on his face, "Lilian be strong your father and mother look forward to having you in our lives" "Oh and guess what" tease he looks up cautiously "Maleanore and Levan also expect a child I hope they get along as closely as you three did" to which he groans and lays he head on my lap.

Later that night, lilia warns me not to venture out far alone. He tells me of how humans have gotten more daring and disrespectful and cruel to the natives of the land. I promised not to go far alone. If only I had been more careful...

Maleanore wasn't feeling to good so I wanted to help her but the herbs I had at the moment were low so I got my basket and set off I had planned to not venture far as I had promised lilia. Plus, being eight months pregnant made it difficult to move, maleanore had a few weeks left before she lay her egg. I was being careful, I swear I found what could ease my dear friends pain and what could help with a safe delivery for us both so I was too focused I had not noticed a handful of men in armor behind me until I felt them grab me.

"A woman! She has round ears! Woman, what are you doing so far into fae territory?! It's dangerous here. Get her back now!" The leader yells "no release me, I demand it!" I struggle as much as I could. My basket knocked over in the struggle. " sir she is pregnant!" One says looking at my stomach with dusgust "a fae lover are you huh?" The leader says handling me a lot more violently.

"Willing or forced wench?" He demands, but I keep my mouth closed and glared at him. "Willing," he sneered in realization and pushed me to another male. "Take her back. The king will surely punish her misdeeds." I have done no wrong now, release me, or my husband will have your head!" I yell. "This could work in his favor," the knight mutters as they try to stealthily sneak back to the human territory, but I scream.

Before I could scream again, my vision went black. My only thought was, 'Please, lilia, find us.'

[effervescentdragon]

I want girl!Charles/Seb for Valentine bc I am deprived, and I am shameless about it. Some disgustingly pink and sparkly Valentine's gift maybe that somehow ends up not spectacularly backfiring?

love ya <3 this is set in 2025 in my girl!charles/tp!seb verse, and its from Seb's pov :)

Sebastian knows he's going overboard. He knows, and he would cringe at himself if he wasn't so absolutely and disgustingly in love. He thinks of the boy he was fifteen years ago and his reaction when Jenson bought his then girlfriend a frighteningly similar thing. Are you insane, he thinks were his words, this is pathetic. Jenson had laughed, completely unbothered in a way that sometimes grated on Sebastian's nerves immensely, and just said I don't give a fuck, Seb, it's going to make her happy and that's all that matters. He patted Sebastian on the back and added You'll understand someday.

Jenson had broken up with that girlfriend a long time ago, that was true, but the fact still remained that at the point in his life when he was more in love with her than with anything, Jenson's cheesy gift had made her happy, and that was really all that mattered.

Sebastian figured Jenson was right. He did get it, finally. Not that he will ever tell Jense that. The man was way too self-satisfied already.

Sebastian looks down at the box in his hands. It's huge, and it's wrapped in sparkly red paper. There is a huge pink sparkly bow on it which clashes with the red horribly. There is a huge bouquet of red roses on top of it. Sebastian couldn't open any of the doors himself, and he thanks the universe that doormen in Monaco are used to every kind of insanity. The doorman in Charles' appartment building - Martin, a nice man, he has two kids that are Ferrari fans, because of course they are - offered to carry the box for him, but Sebastian refused. He's going to do it himself. It's a matter of principle.

He's glad that Charles lives in a penthouse which is accessible directly from the elevator, otherwise this would have been a disaster. He's even more glad - giddy, really, he's giddy enough that the thought makes him smile every time - that he has the key-card that takes him directly to the penthouse. Martin had pressed the correct button for him and smiled a smile that said I know exactly what's going on, but I have signed so many NDA's that I won't even acknowledge it and said "Good luck, sir." Sebastian is pretty sure he blushed, but he was also sure NDA's covered that, too.

"Honey! I'm home!" he yells like the absolute cliched idiot he is as soon as the elevator doors open. "Happy Valentines!"

He can hear a peeling laughter that ends in an undignified snort, and fast French from the kitchen as Charles says goodbye to someone - either Pierre or Arthur, if Seb's hearing is any good. She appears in the doorway a moment later, spinning her phone in her palm.

"Happy Valentines honey," she says with a smile, and then her eyes bulge out. "What - what the fuck, Seb?" she asks, coming closer. She lifts the bouquet off the box and Sebastian can finally see her properly now that his vision isn't obscured. "I love the flowers, thank you, what the fuck?" she repeats.

"How do you know the flowers are for you?" he can't help but ask. Charles rolls her eyes and doesn't even dignify him with a response.

"What did you buy me?" she asks instead, and Seb walks to the living room and puts the red and pink monstrosity down. "I thought we weren't doing Valentine's Day gifts and stuff," Charles huffs, smelling the roses and smiling a little. "Or did I misunderstand?"

Seb throws himself on the couch and pulls Charles down too. She manages to leave the flowers on the table before he kisses her properly for the first time in days. She yields to him, and he feels her smiling against his lips. There is no intent behind their kisses; the kiss itself is the goal. It feels wonderful, and so does she. Sebastian is stupidly in love.

"Darling," he mumbles, leaving little pecks all over her face, "I know you booked us a dinner tonight in that fancy restaurant by the marina, and I know you bought us both plane tickets for Madagascar for the summer break."

Charles blushes, but her dimples still show as she stares at him incredulously. Sebastian can't help but laugh and kiss her again, because she is adorable.

"It showed up in my online calendar app," he says by way of explanation. "I guess neither you nor Britta counted on me checking the app regularly."

"And of course you did, because that's just my luck," Charles grumbles. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

"I was very surprised when I saw it, I promise."

"Fuck you," she laughs, and he kisses the tip of her nose.

"Later. Now, you open your gift."

Charles rolls her eyes again, but he can see how eager she is to see what's in the box by the speed with which she reaches for it. He thinks of making a joke about 'What's in the box?', but he admits to himself it would be in poor taste, and that he would probably have to explain the whole plot of Seven to Charles, because he is certain she has no idea about it. Instead, he settles back and watches as Charles tears off the pink bow and incomplrehensibly puts it around her shoulders, grinning at him as she does so.

Her enthusiasm is infectious, and Sebastian doesn't even think of making fun of her, or acting grumpy. She tears the lid off the box and reaches inside, taking out the contents one by one.

She grins at the big pink heart-shaped pillow with two-faced sparkles, writing a C and an S on it immediately. She laughs at the custom made fluffy plush toy of two lions in Ferrari shirts hugging (which cost way too much, but whatever, Seb can afford a thousand of those if it means she will laugh like that). She gives him a side-eye at the Armani box, but he just grins and says "This one is kind of for me too." She pulls out the red, sparkly dress and gasps.

"You can wear it for dinner tonight, if you want," Seb adds.

Charles nods, frowning.

"I have to check if it fits, first," she says. Seb leans in and pulls her backwards so she can sit on his lap.

"It will fit perfectly," he whispers in her ear and sees goosebumps raise on her bare arms. "I know your measurements. I'm your boss, I have to know," he says and kisses her neck, "but I also know your body, because I'm your boyfriend, and I want to know."

"You're a bastard," Charles says, but her breaths are short and her chest is moving fast, and she's not moving from his lap. "We'll see if you really know it that well."

Sebastian hears the challenge in her voice. It makes his blood boil and makes his heart beat faster, because some things will never change, no matter what. Charles will always play everything as a competition, and Sebastian will always, always remember to answer the challenge.

"Do you want a demonstration, darling? Is that what you're aiming for?" he asks, winding his arms around her waist and underneath her shirt, where he can feel her naked skin. "Is that what you want?"

Charles turns her head to face him. Her eyes are sparkling and she is smiling. Her hair is spilling over his shoulder, and she throws the dress to the table too, reaching for him.

"Yes," she whispers, and kisses him in the same way she races - boldly, and confidently, and with her whole heart.

"I love you," Sebastian says into her lips, and she turns in his lap and frames his face and says "I know," like it's a stupid thing to say, like it's obvious, like it's a fact; and it is. It has been for a long while, but it doesn't matter. She may not need to hear it, but Sebastian needs to say it now that he finally can. He's kept it behind his teeth for too long; he has to make it up to her.

"I love you," he says again, and she rolls her eyes. "I love you," he says, and she giggles. "I love you," he says, and she swallows the words and gives him an "I love you, too" back every time.

They make it to dinner; but only barely.

[shamelessrabbithole]

I don’t think Sheila C said exactly why she left Shameless. Maybe she wanted to focus more on theatre projects but I’m not sure.

When she did lives/periscopes she talked about being a playwright and gave advice to aspiring writers and answered questions about all kinds of things about the show and the production. How the writers room works and how often changes are made to scripts. Things like that. I found it endlessly fascinating. I noticed that her account is now gone so she must have deactivated at some point.

I agree about the sitcom-y vibe in s10 and 11. They changed facts to fit in a joke (and not a good one) instead of just coming up with a better joke. The writing was extremely lazy. And pretending like Yevgeny never existed was so bad too. At times Mickey seemed so out of characters. He was uneducated but he was never dumb and in some scenes they wanted to make him look dumb just for laughs.

Different topic but I have to say that Cameron is on fire atm. Filming Tron, producing and filming his own project and then working on conventions on the weekends. He’s a busy boy. And thanks for providing all the information and pictures. Foxbody looks really exciting. I’m happy for him

I agree about the dumbing down of Mickey being not just ridiculous but completely unfunny. They made him illiterate and a slob and apparently, incestually involved with his gay female cousin on multiple occasions. Never mind how Mickey and Ian's relationship was fueled almost entirely by insane jealousy and a desire for monogamy, but suddenly, once they're married, all that is called into question and they're not sure if they're willing to go a lifetime without sleeping with anyone else. 😩🤢🤮

And, yes, Cam is definitely on fire. Foxbody does look fun and since I made yesterday's post, a few more small tidits have come to light. I noticed that two people who worked on the movie both commented with a tea kettle. Given how surreal the film appears to be (he also called it a fever dream in his post), maybe it refers to a drugged beverage, like a shroom tea?

He also began following Autolux yesterday and the account commented. This is a rock band fronted by Carla Azar (Carla_Carla_Carla on instagram) who is a longtime friend of Cam's and has Eugene Goreshter as a member. Not surprisingly, that would be Isidora's brother. It makes me think that maybe the band will be scoring the film?

Lastly, I noticed that when Nika was driving to the desert, she was bringing fuel tanks 👇🏻 with her. I assumed this was for powering stuff in the desert because it was such a remote place, but now I'm not so sure because the website for Rocky Buttes says electricity is available in the cabin area and it's only four miles from the nearest gas station.

Later on, the movie's choreographer posted this pic ☝🏻and now I'm wondering if the tanks weren't used for an onscreen fire? I don't know if Cam hired a pyrotechnic specialist or anything, but I'm definitely intrigued! 🧐 😜

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one after the photos - Part Two

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Description | Once again, it's a set of photos of the band that has your head spinning. Once again, they're there to help you out...

Content | Pure, filthy smut

Pairing | fem!Reader x Everyone

Word Count | 5845

Special shout out to @till-you-scream-and-cry who kept me sane and helped me when I was stuck writing this 😘

***

Twelve weeks. It had been twelve weeks since Victoria had caught you with your hands in your pants. Twelve weeks since the most amazing, mind-blowing sex you had ever had. Twelve weeks since all of Måneskin had taken their turns with you.

It hadn't been awkward afterwards, and you were more than thankful for it. If anything, it had introduced a new dimension in your friendship with all of them, one where intimacy, nudity, and sexuality weren't taboos anymore. More than once you'd found yourself kissing one of them, discussing fantasies, or waking up naked in bed next to them. Yet, in all twelve weeks, you had never had the chance to relive that first time again. To have all of them at the same time, the overwhelming feeling of being devoured not by one but four bodies. And as open as you'd gotten with each other, it was something that still hadn't tumbled from your lips.

You told yourself to stop thinking about it, at least for the moment. Making sure the pot of pasta wouldn't boil over was more important - Vic had given you the key to her place ages ago and knowing that the band had been busy with photo shootings all day and planned to crash out at her apartment afterward, you had decided to treat them to a homemade dinner just in time for their arrival.

You were in the middle of setting the table, when the door to the apartment busted open, four loud voices filling the space immediately.

"Wait!" One of them, you were pretty sure it was Thomas, suddenly shouted. "Is someone here? And are they cooking?"

"Weirdest break-in ever, right?" You laughed back as you poked your head around the corner. "Dinner is served, guys."

***

"So, do you or do you not want to see the pictures we shot today?"

The table had been cleared of everything apart from the wine glasses, but apart from that, no one had moved, still revelling in the atmosphere and the glasses of red. Until Victoria pulled out her phone, that was. The grins that now painted everyone's faces immediately made you suspicious of what they were about to show you. Still, you weren't prepared for the sight that greeted you when Victoria turned the screen towards you.

You had expected something extravagant, something sexy, something like the photos for I Wanna Be Your Slave, but this had your breath caught in your throat. All four of them, completely naked, oiled up, looking at the camera with shameless fuck-me faces.

"We're obviously gonna censor this before we post it but I thought you deserved the unfiltered version," Vic explained and it was only then that your brain caught up on what you were seeing. Victoria's hand between her legs was barely hiding anything, her pussy fully on show, and next to Ethan's hand, peeking out from underneath Damiano's knee, was the head of his dick. Your mouth felt dry at the vision in front of you, as a throbbing sensation started to emerge between your legs.

"So..." Damiano drawled, making you look up just to see the cockiest expression on his face. "Thoughts?"

You didn't want to give yourself away, not yet, even if you were well aware they'd long learned to read all your little signs.

"Well, it's a very aesthetically pleasing photo. I wish I looked half as good naked and oiled up."

It was a cop-out, and they all knew it. However, you also knew they wouldn't let you off the hook so easily.

"Now that's not true," Ethan commented with the kind of calm only he possessed. "But I'm sure we would all happily convince you otherwise anyway. A little... photoshoot of our own."

"I... I don't know, I -"

Then Ethan was up on his feet, stalking towards you like you were his prey, but with the utmost kindness in his eyes. He grabbed your chin, making sure you were looking up at him properly. As if you had any choice but to stare.

"Now, is this because you're nervous, or do you actually not want to do this? Because I think it's time for a repeat of what happened last time you saw our photos, but only if you're one hundred percent in. So, what's the verdict?"

"I want it." The words were out of your mouth before you'd finished thinking them, but you didn't regret it. You wanted it, them, all of it, whatever they would offer you.

"Good," Ethan simply replied before leaning down and pressing a harsh, demanding kiss to your lips. You melted like putty under him. You were about to lose yourself in it, draw him closer, when another pair of hands suddenly appeared on your body, pulling you up from your seat. As soon as you were in a standing position, they impatiently tugged at your shirt, and only when it was drawn over your head did you turn around and face Damiano.

Not wasting another moment, he pushed you onto the table, glasses rattling as you took your seat, before he pulled towards him again by your thighs until your body was flush against his. His kiss was much less deliberate, more excited and hasty than Ethan's but you didn't mind one bit as his hands wandered along your body, fingertips grazing the bare skin on your back. When he let go, his lips attacked your neck instead. You instinctively turned your head, offering more skin, begging for more touch. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thomas now, lazily sipping on the rest of his wine. He seemed unbothered, simply enjoying the show, but you knew that the slight pink tint sitting just on the top of his cheeks meant he was in deep.

Victoria, however, was less satisfied.

"Okay, less making out on the kitchen table, more action in the bedroom please," she demanded. "I'll go get the oil and when I'm back you better be naked. All of you."

It didn't matter what anyone else's plans were - when Vic spoke, no one even considered refusing. So, in what almost turned into a mad scramble, all of you were stumbling towards her bedroom, clothes mindlessly being thrown around, almost falling as you tried to remove your pants while on the move. Thomas clumsily pushed against you, and as both of you lost your balance, you simply submitted to letting yourself fall onto Vic's king-size bed, easily pulling the guitarist along with you.

He landed on top of you, only just managing to catch himself on his arms without putting all of his weight on you. Moving in between your legs as if he was simply meant to be there, you felt his cock growing against your thigh. He took advantage of the gasp escaping you, as he bent down to shove his tongue in your mouth. You weren't complaining. Kissing Thomas was heavenly. There was no strategy behind it, no carefully planned moves, just hands and lips led by desire.

"So, bad news, kinda," Vic interrupted, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, equally naked. "Unless you wanna smother her in olive oil, I'm all out."

"Aw, but how are we gonna recreate the photoshoot then!"

The dangerous glimmer in Vic's eyes as she stared at Damiano told you she had not come back without an idea.

"But you know what? I think that's not going to be a problem, is it?" Her eyes flickered back and forth between the naked men in the room. "I'm sure we've got enough we can cover her with."

You didn't want to assume to know what she was thinking about, but if it was anywhere close to where your mind was going, you were about to have a really good night.

"Thomas, Damiano, go spread her legs for me."

The guitarist easily slid off you, down your body, to grab your ankle. Damiano had moved onto the bed on your other side. Both of them smirked at each other as they slowly, slowly pulled your legs apart, keeping your knees bent, until you were fully on display. Victoria sauntered over you, not a hurry in the world, while you were already on high alert. A quick look to your side revealed Ethan, leaning against the dresser. If it hadn't been for his hard cock proudly standing between his legs, he would've looked completely unbothered. You were glad to know better.

Victoria kneeled between your legs, taking all the time in the world to study your body, letting her gaze travel from your face downwards, until it settled on your cunt. Little sighs and appreciative hums reached you. You were tempted to wiggle, somehow make someone do something, but you knew it would simply end up with the boys grasping onto your legs more tightly.

"You're basically drenched, baby. Did that picture turn you on so much? The idea of all of us naked around you? Or have you been waiting for this for a while, just walking around in a constant state of arousal, dying for us to take pity on your and fuck you good?"

You didn't know if she expected an answer, and you weren't sure if you were able to give her one, but when her fingers touched your clit ever so briefly before travelling to your hole, any idea of forming words was out of the window anyway. Without warning, two fingers plunged into you, stretching you easily, and Damiano and Thomas fought to keep your legs still, as they threatened to kick out over the sudden intrusion. Victoria curled her fingers inside of you, and when she removed them, looking at you with a grin, you realised what she was doing.

She was trying to collect as much of your wetness as possible.

Holding up her fingers, which were absolutely covered in you, she carefully climbed up your body until she came to sit on your stomach. In one sweeping movement, she let her fingers wander from the pulse point on your neck downwards towards your collarbones.

"Aw, I wanted to put some between your perfect little tits too, but I guess my fingers weren't wet enough," Victoria pouted in mock disappointment. You were already having a hard time keeping your hands by your side, but you had learned that touching her without permission often ended with even more torture.

"Good thing I can supply some as well."

In awe, you watched as she moved herself up just a little, fingers performatively dancing along her belly until they dipped between her legs. Victoria touching herself was always a vision. She didn't fake anything, she would never let out a moan just for the sake of it, and it made it all the more captivating. Especially with the way her eyes never left yours, even as they slightly fluttered. When she removed her fingers again, presenting them to you, they were just as wet as they had been after she had touched you. Then, with a cocky smirk on her face, she now spread the additional fluid down your chest and between the valley of your breasts.

"I think we're getting there," she grinned. "Ethan, go grab me the polaroid camera from my dresser. This is supposed to be a photo shooting after all. Right, cucciola?"

You weren't sure if you told her yes, or if you nodded, if a moan escaped your mouth, or if you simply unravelled under her, but as Ethan was busy turning the dresser upside down by the sounds of it, Victoria leaned down, not only letting you feel the wetness between her legs on your stomach now, but also easily slipping one of your nipples into her mouth. And then another sensation.

You had barely paid any attention to your legs anymore, solely focused on the bassist sitting on top of you, but suddenly you could feel lips attaching themselves to both of your calves. Little kisses, dissolving into sucking and the odd nip, wandered along them now, no rhyme or rhythm between the two, and when they reached your thighs, you couldn't help but let them fall apart, craving more, ready to give them more room.

Victoria let go of your nipple with an obscene noise, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to it until she leaned back and it broke. The whimper was unintentional. Ethan was handing her the camera now, but you barely noticed it as your eyes rolled back at the lips reaching the crux of your thighs and then, out of nowhere, a long lick against your slit.

"Well, it's not oil, but she's looking quite slick already, isn't she, Ethan?"

"Her left nipple looks very neglected. Can't have that for the photo."

You weren't sure what you expected, but it wasn't the way he positioned himself over you to spit on it, a long drop of saliva leaving his mouth and landing on your breast. Victoria made quick work of rubbing it in ever so slightly. The camera was lifted to her eye and you briefly panicked about the way you would look, the expression your face would hold, where you were supposed to look. But then a tongue probed your entrance, as another flicked your clit, and your head fell backward, all control over facial muscles lost.

Flash.

You were in too deep to care. You were about to let yourself fall, enjoying the feeling of numerous bodies on you, but then, as if on command, they all left. Victoria had sat up and moved off you, as Thomas and Damiano stood back up at the end of the bed, no hands or tongues anywhere near you anymore. You wanted to cry out at the loss, at the coldness covering you now, and your hands were pathetically reaching out for them.

"Well, what are we going to do with you? Covered in cum and spit already," Damiano smirked as he watched you. "I'd ask for your preference on who gets to fuck you first but it's not like we're going to let you decide. What do you think, Ethan?"

The long-haired man was still standing next to the bed, looking down at you as if he were ready to devour you.

"I think it's time she gets a taste of me."

He didn't move a muscle, but you were up on your knees in seconds. Whatever he was willing to do to you, you were so willing to let him. He only let you have the illusion of control for a second.

"On your hands and knees. I want your mouth on me."

You obliged immediately, getting into position in front of him. As you looked up through your lashes, absolutely submissive and ready to bend to his every wish, mouth already opening in anticipation, you could see his composure waver, if only for a second. Then his hand was in your hair, pulling you towards him with determination, and you couldn't do anything but swallow his cock. The load groan above you spurred you on, made you try to take on more, even though you knew he was still trying to control your movements. He wasn't exactly easy to deepthroat, but by god, you were willing to try. Anything to get the man to come undone.

Alternating between sucking him, and letting go to leave licks and kisses along his length, you found yourself dying to get your hands on him, touch him in any way but with your mouth, but he knew what he was doing when he put you in this position. You were tempted to move, bring your knees forward so you could free your hands, but you were well aware you weren't in charge here. So instead, you gave Ethan your worst. Hollowing out your cheeks, drawing him in, moaning around his mouth until he was shaking.

You had been concentrating on him so much, you had almost forgotten about the other three still in the room with you. It was only when a hand came down on your buttcheek, making you jump and Ethan groan at how much deeper you accidentally took him, that you realised you could hear the others moaning behind you. Then a mouth left a kiss in the same place, and before you knew it, your cheeks were being spread apart and a tongue was diving in between your folds.

You couldn't stop yourself. Letting Ethan slip out of your mouth, you clumsily looked past your shoulder to take in the view. Oh, the view. Victoria was on her knees next to the bed, head fully hidden behind your body. You didn't need to watch to know what she was doing, you felt her fingers and lips and tongue on you just fine. Damiano and Thomas were sitting on the chaise longue behind her, getting the perfect view of everything. Both of them were slowly stroking themselves, Thomas rather lazily, leaning back with his legs spread, Damiano more focused, bending forwards as if he didn't want to miss a second of the action.

Ethan didn't let you enjoy the show for long, roughly pulling on your hair to get you to turn back around.

"Eyes on me, baby," he smirked but before you had the chance to reply, he had grasped your chin, pulling your mouth open and pushing back in.

You eagerly swallowed, trying to focus on your performance, but it was impossible to ignore Victoria between your thighs. She had you writhing and moaning within seconds, much to Ethan's pleasure as well, but every time you came even close to an approaching orgasm, she would switch it up, go slower, or let go of you altogether.

Letting Ethan slip in deeper, you did your best to concentrate on him, the way he was groaning above you, hand still in your hair, taking him as far as you could without gagging. But then Victoria removed her fingers and her tongue from you, and as she continued to spread your thighs, you found yourself clenching around nothing.

"Fuck, look at her, just gagging to have something inside of her, she doesn't even care what it is."

Thomas sighed deeply, Damiano mumbled something you couldn't understand, then some fumbling and

Flash.

Fuck, you could only imagine the picture they had just taken. But then your mind was clouded with another pair of hands on your, distinctively different from Vic's, and without warning, someone pushed into you. You almost came undone right then and there and you weren't even aware of whose dick you were taking, not willing to turn around again.

But then his hips started snapping against you, movements already losing coordination in his chase for release, fingers digging deeply into your flesh, and when a whine escaped his mouth, you knew it was undeniably Thomas. A multitude of wet noises emerged from behind you and you were dying to watch, see Damiano and Victoria getting off, touching themselves as you got fucked, but Ethan held you firmly in place.

You knew he was getting close now, impressive stamina aside, but when he started twitching in your mouth, he roughly wrecked himself away. His eyes travelled away from you and you could only guess that he was locking eyes with Thomas who, as if on command, lifted you up, until you were sitting in his lap, back to his chest, while he kept pounding into you. You reached out, willing to finish him off with your hands, but Thomas clumsily grabbed your wrists instead, holding them tightly as he tried not to lose his rhythm. It seemed like no one would allow you the use of your hands that night.

Ethan was jacking himself off now, a determined look on his face as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust Thomas gave you. It didn't take long when Thomas found the perfect spot inside of you, hitting it until you were nothing but putty in his arms, head thrown back and jaw falling open. Two, three more strokes, and Ethan came, spilling all over your breasts and stomach. You barely got the time to register it, revel in the feeling, when Thomas pushed you forward onto your hands again.

He rammed into you quickly now, and hard, and you had trouble keeping yourself up as you let him use you. His whines became louder, hands losing his grip on your hips, craving that orgasm the way you were. You wanted more, more perfect touches to the right spot inside of you, more feeling, any pressure against your clit, but you weren't getting anything and suddenly Thomas' dick slipped out of you, and with a determined hand on your back, he kept you in position, as his orgasm took over and you could feel him come all over your lower back, dripping down onto your buttcheeks.

Flash.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous just covered in us," Damiano sighed. "Can't wait to get my turn."

But it wasn't him that moved onto you. Instead, Victoria pushed you onto your back once again, skin uncomfortably sticking to the fabric underneath you thanks to Thomas, but even as the filthy feeling took over you, all you could do was moan at the sensation.

"You just love us using you, don't you? Getting all our pleasure from you while you just take it, whining, not getting any release," Victoria hummed before kissing you, passionately and deeply. You mewled under her, welcoming the attention and the love. It didn't last for long.

In one swift movement, she let go of you, throwing her leg over one of your thighs, sitting down on it. You could feel her wetness against your skin immediately. She didn't hesitate, instantly starting to slowly move up and down your thigh, a smirk on her face as she watched you. She looked like a goddess, naked and unhinged on top of you, starting to throw her head back as she increased her speed, and you didn't notice your hands were on her tits until she ceased all movements.

"Someone's getting a little handsy," she teased, briefly grabbing onto your hands to give her own breasts a squeeze under them, a content sigh on her lips, then taking them off her body completely. "Looks like I might need some help keeping her restrained."

You looked over at the boys again, trying to anticipate what was coming next, gauging their reactions. Ethan had joined the other two now, and in contrast to Thomas, who looked happily fucked out and ready to fall asleep, he was alert and watching with curious eyes. Damiano seemed to be on the brink of losing his mind, now more than ever, unable to keep his hands off his hard cock. He didn't wait for another suggestion, quickly climbing onto the bed next to you.

"Now what do we do with you?" He grinned, voice betraying the calm and collected impression he was trying to make. "Do you need me to hold you still? Because you can't fucking behave for one second and not touch Victoria as she's riding your thigh? Or do I need to distract you altogether, hm? Maybe put your hands on my cock so you can do something useful with them?"

You couldn't help but moan at his words, too overwhelmed with the images he was creating in your head. Then Victoria started moving again, gliding her wet folds against you, and suddenly it was you on the verge of losing your mind. Damiano's hand was on your chin immediately, roughly pulling your face towards him.

"Looks like someone doesn't know how to behave or answer questions, so I'm going to make that decision for you."

It didn't take long to figure out what he meant, as he grabbed onto the hand closest to him and wrapped it around his cock. You eagerly complied, moving up and down his shaft, but he seemed dissatisfied. With a grunt, he pulled your hand off, opening up your palm to spit into it, before putting it back, moaning at the sensation of slick wetness around his dick. You did your best to keep a rhythm, tracing along the veins, thumbing as the head, before fully covering him again. But your concentration wavered when Victoria started getting louder.

She was wildly bucking against you now, hair swaying as she moved, eyes closed and mouth open and it was impossible not to look. With a particular forward motion, her knee brushed against your cunt, not even hitting any particular spot, but it had you mewling and sighing, starved for touch and release. She noticed with a smirk, and on the next move, she made sure to do it again, on purpose now, more skin against you, just that tiny bit more friction, as her knee lodged itself between your legs.

Apparently, Damiano had noticed where your focus had drifted off to, leaning over to see the way your wetness was gathering on Vic's knee.

"Fuck please tell me I'm still getting some of that," he groaned, rutting his hips against your hand, but stopped when Victoria's moans rose in volume.

She was moving more quickly now, fingers clawing into your skin as she chased her release, hair wild and eyes closing as she unashamedly gasped. You couldn't keep your eyes off her, Damiano's dick still hard and heavy in your hand but neglected as you watched her. The loss of control was imminent, and with one more perfect feeling of friction against your thigh, she came apart, moaning wildly, riding it out on you and you were dying for a touch, for her hands between your legs, for any sort of help to get to the same place.

It didn't take her long to return to her usual self, smirking back down at you, hair all over the place, and with one swift action she was off your thigh. You missed her heat and wetness immediately. She turned to Damiano, whose gaze was still solely trained on your soaked thigh and pussy, grinning.

"Suit yourself," Victoria grinned, switching places with Damiano as she knelt next to you on the bed. One of her hands was smoothing down your hair as she looked at you with a mixture of adoration and assertion, then, suddenly distracted, she grabbed the small polaroid camera from the nightstand. "Just make sure you get a picture first."

You only just managed to watch the way she tossed the item at him for a second, before she grabbed onto your face, pulling on your lower lip to get you to open up, and immediately let her tongue enter your mouth. The kiss was filthy, noisy, and you couldn't get enough. Your hands wandered onto her head, grasping at her hair, almost amazed she let you use your hands for once.

Flash.

The sound of the camera tumbling onto the carpet with a thick thud distracted you, and Damiano made use of the fact that you wrecked your mouth from Victoria's, aligning himself and pushing into you roughly. His low groan matched the cry you let out. Your hands were trying to reach him, trying to touch, but Victoria pinned them down onto the bed with a grin.

"Oh no, baby, no touching."

You struggled against her, back arching off the bed as Damiano fucked you, feeling so full but desperate for more friction where you needed it. You were writhing shamelessly now, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, then you turned your head, the chaise longue back in view. If you hadn't been so preoccupied with getting pounded into the mattress, you would have giggled. While Ethan was watching the scene with determined eyes, already growing hard again, Thomas had all but collapsed, head on the armrest, fast asleep. But this was no time for laughing.

Damiano was rapidly turning into a whiny mess, a handclumsily grabbing onto your breasts as he increased his thrusts. All you could do was moan and take it. He was hitting you deliciously, but none of it was quite enough.

"Come on, Damiano, I think we need one more picture," Victoria grinned. She was still tightly holding onto your wrists, but her thumbs had started softly stroking the skin. You weren't sure if she was aware, but you appreciated it all the same. "Why don't you go paint her face... you know, like she's your Mona Lisa?"

Ethan audibly snorted next to you, obviously not impressed by her questionable sense of humour, but you didn't have the strength to do anything but pant and wait. Yet, Damiano didn't seem opposed to the idea. A couple more fucks fell from his lips, then he pulled out, and you wanted to sob at the emptiness inside you. He shuffled upward, leaning over you, one, two, three strokes. You only just managed to close your eyes in anticipation, before it hit you while Damiano came with low groans.

It was Victoria going back to petting your head that made you open your eyes again, just in time for one last flash. You didn't realise that the tears had started flowing until she gently wiped them away.

"Still doing okay, honey?"

You were nodding feverishly through it, someone was cleaning your face with some tissue, and all you knew was love, so much love for these people, for the way they knew exactly how to treat you, for the way they were taking care of you, always.

"I just need to come," you finally sobbed. "Please, please."

Everyone seemed to move all at once. You barely registered Victoria ordering the others into positions, waking Thomas back up in the process, but you didn't really care. All you needed was to come undone, and you knew they were going to get you there. Someone's lips were on yours and you quickly recognised them to be Damiano's, only indulging you for a second. The grasp on your wrists tightened again, holding them over your head, but it was comforting rather than restricting, knowing you wouldn't have to do anything but lie back and get taken care of. Someone moved between your legs and then your ankles were being held again, spreading you out and keeping you still.

"Open your eyes, baby," Victoria softly murmured to you. "Watch."

You obeyed with difficulty, glancing down at the scene. Ethan in front of you, Thomas and Damiano to your left and right. The drummer held eye contact, staring at you so intensely you were sure he could see into your soul, as he slowly pushed in. Chants of yes, yes, yes fell from your lips, your walls clenching around his dick, completely fulfilled, knowing this time they would let you come. Ethan carefully picked up speed, angling himself in just the way that had you shouting for him, hands struggling against Vic's grasp as she left tiny kisses on them. You could already feel the sensation building in you, having spent so much time pleasing and receiving but never getting any release. Ethan's thrusts were perfectly timed, hard and forceful, and all you needed was just a little more.

"Touch her, Thomas."

You were already crying out at Victoria's words, but when he followed her suggestion, long fingers sneaking between your legs and onto your clit, you were screaming. Your mind was clouding, eyes closing on their own account, as you took in the pleasure. Your body was spasming, legs trying to kick out, but everyone's hold on you kept you in place, kept you in the perfect position. Hair was sticking to your forehead now. Hips buckling against Ethan as you chased your release. You couldn't be sure what sounds were leaving your mouth anymore, fully drowning in your own arousal.

And then it hit.

You came loudly and unashamedly, clenching around his cock, back arching, head thrown back. Your orgasm was holding onto you with force, travelling through your whole body, goosebumps appearing in its wake. For a moment, you were convinced you were going to black out, shuddering through it. It was like your body wasn't your own anymore, taken over my absolute pleasure, and you were convinced you had never felt this sublime in your life. Ethan's groan alerted you of his own orgasm, and finally, finally, you gave in, quieting down, limbs completely boneless as you sunk into the mattress.

Everything was a blur. Ethan pulling out. Thomas removing his fingers. The grasp on your ankles and wrists loosening. Their touch leaving you altogether, only for a moment. Then wipes and towels on your body, cleaning you up, calming you and comforting you at the same time. You didn't know how much time was passing, but suddenly someone lifted you up, easily carrying you away from the bed, and then hot water engulfed you. It was perfect.

You took another moment before you fully opened your eyes again, focusing on the people around you. Seeing slight signs of worry, you did your best to send all of them a serene smile, one by one, painted by exhaustion but perfectly honest. Ethan bent down to you, a soft kiss pressing to your forehead. All you could do was lean into it. Damiano followed, then Thomas. When Victoria stepped up to the bathtub, you lazily let one of your hands travel out of the water, and weakly grasp onto her wrist.

"Can you get in with me? I don't want to be alone right now."

Her smile was all you needed to scoot forward, making some space for her. She slipped in behind you, pulling you against her chest, between her legs, until you were fully engulfed by her. The bathroom was quiet now, you hadn't even noticed the others leave or close the door behind them.

You cuddled into Victoria, melting into her embrace and the water around you. She held you close, arms wrapped around you, and left little kisses on your cheek, your neck, the parts of your shoulders that were sticking out of the water. You slowly but surely felt yourself coming back to earth.

A crash from the other side of Victoria's flat interrupted your peaceful moment, causing both of you to erupt into giggles.

"What on earth was that?" You asked, softly, still exhausted.

"It better be the guys changing the sheets and not them fighting over who gets to stare at your photos first."

You couldn't help letting another bubble of laughter ripple through you.

"Hope they're any good. The pictures, I mean. I'm not exactly used to being in front of a camera. Much less when I'm in that kinda position."

Victoria grabbed your chin, turning your head around to silence your doubts with a deep kiss.

"You were perfect. And so hot. You know what?"

You only let out a hum, waiting for her reply as you almost felt yourself drifting off.

"Next time it might be me getting off to your pictures."

It was an idea you could live with very well.

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[harrysgloves]

Three to tango

story summary: You, Harry, and Florence have a good time in your makeup trailer.

warnings: Language // THIS IS P*RN WITH LIKE ZERO PLOT // Threesome // w|w // spitting // oral (female receiving) // i have no idea what a production company is so don't come for me.

a/n: Brushing off the metaphorical cobwebs and finally getting back into writing! Woo-hoo! Ending could have been better but... meh. Also, I'm posting from mobile. If it looks weird, blame Tumblr ✌😍

REQUESTED: by @iwannaholdyoutight- and @hazgoldenstyles

And also by all these people... sorry it took so long.. 😁

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"Stop movin'." You grumbled for the millionth time that morning. Your focus on covering up all these damn tattoos that you loved had become one of the worst things you had to do almost every morning.

"It tickles." He whined as the makeup brush ran over the inside of his arm. He instantly flinched away from the brush the moment it glided against a particularly sensitive spot.

"Harry!" You groaned, your eyes closed in frustration when he shot you the most adorable puppy eyes.

"'M sorry, kitten." He cooed, his lower lip pouted out when you sighed loudly, grabby hands tried to enclose around your waist before you smacked them away.

"H, I gotta get this done or you're gonna miss set time." 

"Wanna kiss." Those big green eyes flashed up to you from his spot in your makeup chair and you knew there was no way you could say no.

"One kiss." You clarified, knowing damn well he'd use kissing you as a distraction from being tickled again. 

He nodded eagerly before leaning slightly up to your level. Your eyes narrowed, still not sure you could trust that he wasn't going to divert your attention but his lips. 

God, his fucking lips.

They looked so memorizing. The light sheen of chapstick he'd applied earlier was still lingering across the plush pink cushions. His tongue wetting them, taunting you to come closer, and it worked.

You were so naive to think he wouldn't do this.

You squeaked as his hands gripped the fleshy curve of your hips. His lips twitched up into a smile against your own when he pulled you forward onto his lap as quickly as he could. 

You knew you should have tried to protest a bit more. You should have attempted to keep him on track but when his thigh pressed against your clothed core, you knew you were done for. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand got a firm grip on the round flesh of your ass.

"I see what you two do in here." That sweet voice floated through the thickening air in your makeup trailer as she opened the door. Your eyes lazily blinked open to see your smug boyfriend smile wide across his face. 

Whatever snarky come back that was sitting on the tip of your tongue was quickly choked down to the back of your throat when you looked up to see her wearing that. 

Who knew a robe could turn you on so much?

"Damn." Harry finally commented after your not so subtle shifting of your hips against his thigh. Now he completely understood why you'd suddenly gone silent. 

"Shut up." She mumbled under her breath. Her cheeks flamed red from your shameless stares. 

"You look great, baby." You smiled brightly, your hand extended out for her to take. "Mhm." Harry's quick agreement had both you and Flor rolling your eyes, but a small smile formed at the corner of her lips.

"Wait til you see what he's got to wear." She smiled brightly, her silky soft hand wrapped tightly in yours as she walked towards the both of you. 

"Better hurry up then," you practically jumped off Harry's lap, his lust filled eyes quickly turned fearfully as your eager hands reached for your set of brushes. "Hold him down for me."

"Gonna pay for this later, sweetheart." Harry grumbled as Florence's hand held down his arm. 

"Sort of counting on that, Harold. Now, be a good boy and hold still."

>>>

The rest of your day had been absolute torture. Your core ached, your underwear were beyond ruined, and you couldn't wait another minute for the both of them to finally be off set. 

Instead, the both of them casually took their time, leisurely hanging around to talk to other cast and crew while you were basically jumping out of your skin to get them back into the privacy of your trailer. 

After 30 minutes of them both shooting you sweet smiles and well disguised sultry eyes, you'd had enough. Your feet carried you as quickly across the lot to your haven, your fist clenched in your hand almost as tightly as your core.

You were dripping and the both of them knew you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.

It started out innocent enough, Harry's tattoos needed to be touched-up about a million times with the edge of his suit rubbing away the makeup there. You had been practically drooling over the both of them all day but when he saw your legs tighten together, he could help but lay it on thick. His hand rested on the small of your back as he circled around you, nose pressed almost completely against your ear as he whispered a raspy thank you. 

Florence was just as bad and she wasn't ever the instigator out of the three of you. She couldn't help it when she heard a soft whimper leave your lips when she brushed a few hairs off your forehead when you were redoing her makeup after lunch. 

She smiled sweetly, too sweetly, before those plush lips pressed tightly against your own. Her hand laced around your jaw to pull you tighter into her kiss. 

She pulled away from you before you were even close to being done. "Only fair that I get to makeout with you in this chair if Harry gets to do it all the time." 

You felt like you could combust from how turned on you were and you were done waiting for them to do something about it.

You practically slammed the door to your trailer behind you, making sure to lock it before laying yourself out across your couch that sat in the corner of your room.

If they weren't going to do something about it, you would. Your hands fumbled around with the pesky pants that covered your legs, until you were finally free enough to touch where you needed.

The sigh of relief, shuddering feeling that ran through your body from the contact you were craving only lasted a moment before you heard a metal key fumbling around with the locks on your door. 

"Couldn't wait for us?" Harry chuckled, his keys to your trailer thrown on your table top.

"You two were taking forever!" You glared at him through your open legs. 

"Told you she couldn't wait any longer." Florence giggled as she pushed her way past Harry. Her hands on her hips but a smile danced on the corner of her lips.

"Are you two going to help me here or?" You were cocky, impatient, and your fingers weren't anywhere near as good as theirs was.

"Might just watch." Harry shrugged with a smug smile as he plopped down on the end of the couch. The furniture was barely big enough for the three of you to sit normally. His hands moved your legs to lay over top of his own. Your eyes could have shot daggers through him as he loosened his tie, his legs spread wide enough that your hand bumped his thigh with every slow circle around your clit.

"Baby." You whined, your pleading eyes flashing towards Flor. Who was already wearing nothing but a smile, her robe abandoned on the floor, and if you weren't so insanely turned on you would have turned to stick your tongue out to Harry. Gloating that at least one of them was nice enough to help you.

Having sex with them always seemed to be frenzied, blurs of quick paced moments that seemed to fly by.

Her thighs rested on either side of you as Harry peeled away the drenched lacy fabric between your legs. 

Her tongue dominating your own as she pulled down your top enough to free your breast. Her hands pinching and kneading across them as your back arched further off the couch.

You could hear Harry mumbling out a slur of curses, followed by the sound of his zipper. Your legs were bumped up and down in time with his strokes along his swollen cock.

"Soaking my leg, kitten." He groaned at the sight of your cunt soaking the thin material of his brown suit.

"Thought you were just gonna watch." Florence chuckled, her perfectly pouty lips swollen from how hard she'd been kissing you. The edges of them barely touching your own as she talked to Harry.

"Was gonna but she's so fuckin' wet, Flor." His voice was deeper than usual, gravelly, slow, "Bet I could jus'...." 

Your jaw fell open, your back arched off the couch when his fingers filled you. A wild moan ripped from your lungs when he curled them just right.

You could already feel the cord tightening in your lower stomach. You had been so wound up all day long from looking at them you were practically ready to snap within seconds. 

"Awe, poor thing's already about to cum." Florence cooed, her hand around the back of your neck, teasing your jaw with the edge of her nose. 

You always loved hated how well they could read you. How their teasing words made your face burn and your pussy flood with need. 

When she was harshly shifted down further into your chest, her own sweet sounding moan falling from her lips, you couldn't help your own snide remark, "who's the one going to cum too quickly now?"

She probably would have snapped right back at you but she couldn't utter out anything more than whimpers. You knew the feeling, Harry's tongue had a way of doing that, making you both shut up and he had proudly used it on more than one occasion to get you two to stop bickering about dumb stuff. 

Your hand laced through her blonde locks, her lips attached to your neck whenever she could control her mouth long enough to kiss your sweet spots. Your nipples peaked at the contact of her breast against your own, Harry's hand still pumped lazily against your sweet spot, his thumb running tight circles around your clit, and while it wasn't enough, you weren't complaining. You weren't ever sure how he managed to focus on eating one of you out while fingering the other when you knew damn well he was about to combust himself.

You knew she was close when her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving against yours. Her whole body shaking as her orgasm washed across her, her panting barely broke when you felt his warm tongue slipping through your folds.

You moaned at the feeling, your hips instantly shifted downwards, craving every bit of contact you could get from him. 

You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers with every thick swipe of his tongue across your clit. Your eyes barely staying open when soft kisses were pressed lazily against your neck. 

Such a contrast to the harsh grasp of Harry's free hand digging into your one thigh. His gruts and groans were only muffled by the deafening sound of your soaking core.

Florence perked up her head from your chest, carefully turning herself completely around. Her legs on either side of your head as she draped herself across you to watch Harry at work.

Her sweet honey only inches from your face and fuck did you want a taste. You wet your lips, hands pushing her thighs down but she wouldn't budge.

Your huff of protest was quickly choked down when Harry's tongue ran tight circles around your clit.

"Gonna share?" That sweet voice asking that innocent question about broke you. Your walls clenched tightly trying to not get Harry to stop his fingers from slipping out of you, almost crying when they did anyway.

"Course, baby." 

You squeaked, your legs pushed backwards by your thighs, your body almost folded in half.

"Fuck, you got her soaking the couch." 

You were suddenly very appreciative about the fact neither one of them could see the embarrassment burning through your face. Your forehead pressed to Florence's leg as you whined, not wanting them to point how just how turned on you were.

You heard two simultaneous shushing sounds before your lower lips were pulled apart, the cool air licked across your slick, only making you whine louder.

When you heard and felt Harry's spilt against your core you thought you were done for. Lip tucked so tightly between your teeth you could taste the faintest hint of metallic against your tongue.

Then the softest kitten lick had you losing your mind, her tongue collecting all of his saliva on your clit before swirling around your entrance.

"Fuck," you cried, your nails digging crest moons into the flesh of Florence's thighs. "please, just fuck me already!"

"Don't think she can take anymore teasing Flor." Harry chuckled, yeah, chuckled, from between your thighs. 

"But I was having fun." She pouted, her tongue stopping its mesmerizing movements.

"Can 'ave fun with her after." Harry said as he started to shed the layers of his suit. 

"I'm literally right here!" You complained, your huff of annoyance jammed down your throat when Harry pulled up by your legs. Your face now exposed to his smirking, mischief filled eyes. 

"We know, baby," he cooed, almost too sweetly, something about the look behind his eyes made your pussy flutter but your mind anxious about how sore you'd be tomorrow. "Ass up for me."

You eagerly nodded your head, trying to roll over in your place before the tsking clicks of his tongue stopped your movements. 

"Like this." He said, pulling you off the couch. Your knees on the hard linoleum floor, your elbows resting on the seat of cushion in front of you. Giving Flor just enough space to sit pretty right in front of you.

Your arms instinctively circling around her thighs, pulling her core down to mouth. Her moans filled the small space around you. Vibrating off the walls with an echo. 

"Should 'ave done this in 'ere before." Harry mumbled more to himself than to either one of you as his tip teased your entrance. Your hips swayed instantly at the contact, slowly backing up the little bit you could to feel him slip inside of you.

He hissed, his fingers gripped the round flesh of your ass tightly before he surged forward, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

"I ruin this pussy 'most everyday and you're still so fuckin' tight." He gritted out through his teeth, your walls clenched down around him at his words.

"Guess you're not fucking her good enough then." 

Your eyes widened in disbelief belief, disconnecting from her core so your mouth could gape in shock.

Did she hate you being able to walk?

"That so?" 

"'S what I said."

"Kitten," You squeaked when you were lifted by your shoulder, your back against Harry's chest. His hands snaked under your shirt just long enough to rip it off. "you can thank Flor tomorrow for why you won't be able to sit." 

"She'll probably be thanking me." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully teasing but enjoying the fact she was getting under his skin.

"Need me to stop, just tap my leg," his deep voice husked into your ear. Your hand tapping his leg, showing him you understood,  before you were hurled back in front of Florence's core by the back of your head. "good girl, now lick." 

You had Harry go hard on you before but when he sheathed himself fully inside of you in one go, you knew you were really going to be in for it. 

Your tongue tried to desperately get Flor off as fast as you could, your fingers slamming into her sweet spot, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You had a hard time knowing where to focus. Her addictive taste or his marksman worthy precision thrusts into your g-spot.

Your body felt like warm liquid was being pumped through your veins. Both of them gripping onto you at different ends, his hips grinding against your ass as he sat balls deep in your pussy. Her hips dragging against your mouth, fucking herself against your face. 

The sound of their collective moans slicked through the sticky, sex filled, air around you. Your mind lost in that space of non-thinking as your body moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?" Your walls tightened around him as her fingers dug deeper into the back of your head. Her own cord snapping only moments before your own.

The white burning light washing through your body followed by the familiar gush of fullness in your lower tummy. 

"Holy shit," Florence breathed out, her arm dropped across her forehead. 

"Why haven't we done that here before?" Harry asked through short breaths.

"'S company property." You mumbled against the couch, your head buried into the soft material as your legs gave out to lay on the heaven-like cold floor below you. "We literally just said fuck you to New Line Cinema." 

You heard chuckling from either side of you, both of them still slightly out of breath.

"Hope we don't work with them again then." 

[ingravinoveritas]

I think it's somewhat amazing that David did happily play Lump. I watched this yesterday and went through a process of unbelieving delight. Ever since Doctor Who he is in the position to turn down every role offered to him, he can choose from a large number of projects, he has that standing now and has had it for years. And then he gets this absolutely ridiculous script, reads these lines, and thinks 'the voice of the naughty and shameless heart of a lesbian who doesn't want to die a virgin and tries to get it on with her nurse? Sign me up'. This isn't something he got a lot of money for, this isn't something that's going to get a lot of attention, this isn't, without meaning to disregard the creative process, a piece of big artistic value, it's really only fun. Do you know what I mean? I don't know how to phrase it better and in a way that doesn't sound too derogative, because that's in no way how I want to come across, I just think I'm not the only person who wouldn't have watched this by reading the premise alone, if it weren't for David's name in it? I also think I only enjoyed it *because* of David's voice acting, which really had me giggling a lot and made the whole thing so funny and charming in the first place. The fact that this role wasn't something he turned his nose up at/that this script wasn't something he thought of as too ridiculous... that's just so amazing to me, in the best way? Although I don't know why I'd even be surprised, seeing that David has never been scared of doing comedy and that he's always been willing and able to put on silly costumes and say the most absurd lines, all the while still managing to absolutely sell it. It's just never awkward with him. Somehow it's always art and high level acting, even if we're talking about an indecent, lewd, glaswegian vital organ. Incredible.

Hello, Anon. First of all, “Lewd Glaswegian Vital Organ” is totally going to be the name of my new punk band. Point blank, period. So thank you for that glorious turn of phrase. I completely get what you are saying about David taking the role of Lump, and if I may offer my interpretation: It’s the fact that he doesn’t think the role is beneath him. Like you said, he was in Doctor Who and has had his pick of parts ever since then. He’s done Shakespeare, for crying out loud, and I’m sure we could list at least a few Shakespearean actors who would consider “lowbrow” humor to be beneath them.

But it is a testament to the kind of actor David is and the kind of person he is that he has never thought of himself as being “too good” for a comedic role. It makes me think of the joke in the movie Galaxy Quest, with Alan Rickman’s character Sir Alexander Dane:

“I played Richard III. There were five curtain calls. I was an actor once, damn it! Now look at me. Look at me!”

Another example is the Tony Awards several years ago, when it was hosted by Neil Patrick Harris, and the epic opening number he did where several celebrities in the audience were part of the act. He bounced over to Al Pacino at one point and joked, “Al Pacino. You’re way too famous to participate in this bit!” And that is the exact antithesis of David, who has never acted like he is “too famous” for anything.

The other thing, too, is what you said about David not being scared to do comedy. He doesn’t write it off as a “silly” thing or give it less weight and/or attention than his dramatic roles...he actually takes it seriously. A wonderful example of this is his role as Davina. While that was before he was famous, the role existed in the context of a comedy show, yet David played it seriously. He didn’t play her as a caricature or a mockery of trans women, but as a fully realized character. David made Davina funny because of how she was able to fuck with the other characters and be better/smarter/wittier than them, not because of her being trans.

He also did the same thing with Crowley. David never made Crowley’s genderfluidity the butt of the joke, and made Nanny Ashtoreth a real character. The humor in Nanny wasn’t from David being dressed in drag, but from singing a lullaby about pain and death. He is a talented actor because he is dedicated to every role he plays, to understanding those characters and turning situations into humor, rather than people.

So yes, I agree with everything you’ve said here, Anon. We are so fortunate that David is as wonderful as he is, and we are lucky to have him...

[freakynct]

「 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 」

— 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

"hi baby, happy birthday." you smiled warmly at the computer camera in front of you, a very grainy image of taeyong sitting in his hotel room being displayed on the screen.

"hi, thank you." you could see that the small smile he gave you wasn't genuine. it felt like he wanted to smile but couldn't. something was clearly bothering him.

"why do you look so sad? is everything ok?" you asked, your eyes getting a bit closer to the screen, trying to decipher his facial expressions.

"no, nothing's ok." you noticed his lips forming a small pout as he spinned from side to side on his chair.

"what's going on, tell me." you tried to remain calm but you couldn't hide the concern in your voice. being so far away from taeyong was already hard, but knowing that he wasn't ok was even worse.

"you're not here." his eyes kept looking down, facing away from the computer and you sighed in relief, realized that the problem wasn't as big as he made it seem.

"but i'm here now, baby. look at me." your voice softened up and you watched as he slowly raised his gaze at you, the pout still adorning his plump lips that you missed so much.

"no, you're not actually here. i can't even touch you. and it's my birthday." his voice was so soft that you could barely hear him through the distorted sound of the computer, his fingers playing around with some random object he had found on the desk.

"don't be sad, tae. we'll be together in a few days." you shot him a small smile but he still seemed upset. he was always like this, stubborn, and it was always hard to change his mind, specially when he was feeling down.

"but i'm horny now." he crossed his arms in front of his chest and spinned around in his chair until you could only see the back of it and you didn't need to see taeyong to know that his cheeks were burning at this moment, even if he didn't care about being shameless.

"ohhh, so you're feeling needy. that's the problem." you chuckled and he would still not turn around, probably too embarrassed to look at you after confessing exactly what was bothering him. you rested back on the bed, letting the pillows swallow your body between them and you bit on your bottom lip, enjoying the situation a little too much. "are you hard, baby?" he slowly turned to the side, his cute doe eyes looking innocently at the camera and he nodded his head without saying a word. "you brought your toys with you?" he looked around him for a second as if thinking about his answer and his eyes looked at you once again, lifting up his index finger in the air.

"just one." he answered, calmly. his voice alone could send you over the edge. you never quite figured how such an innocent looking boy could be so dirty.

"the metal beaded one?" you smirked looking at the boy in front of you. you knew that was his favorite toy and he was guilty of bringing it to every single trip he made. it was also the toy that made him moan the loudest, so it was a plus for you too. he nodded his head again and you motioned your head to him.

"go get it, baby." you suddenly started to notice how his eyes got a little wider, his cheeks turning into a slight pink color and he started to avoid looking at the camera, not moving from his seat. "what's wrong?" you asked. he was normally very excited whenever it was time to play but he was acting different now. suddenly he reached his hand forward, grabbing something off the desk, and as he raised it up to show you what it was, you couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"i already have it here." he confessed, his eyes still not being able to properly look at you, even if you weren't actually standing there with him.

"aw baby, you already had it ready next to you? you're such a naughty boy." you watched as his fingers shyly played with beaded dildo, his cheeks burning in embarrassment but he couldn't hide the little smirk forming on the corner of his mouth. "wanna show mommy how hard you are?" you felt the burning feeling inside you travelling straight to your core as his eyes sparkled back at you, his little teeth digging into his bottom lip, feeling his cock twitching in his pants and you swore you heard a small whimper coming from his mouth. 

taeyong nodded his head slightly before getting up and sliding his pajama shorts down, his cock red and leaking onto his stomach, covered by the big sweater he still had on. he sat back down on his chair and smiled nervously. it didn't matter how many times he had exposed himself to you, it always felt like the first time to him and just as exciting.

"no underwear?" you raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled, his head tilting to the side as he looked down, his fingers pinching the base of his cock. "look at your tiny little cock all swollen. you're leaking everywhere, baby." you heard him whimper as he ran his finger over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and running it down his length. his hand wrapped around it, almost covering his whole cock, only the very top shining through his fingers and he started stroking himself slowly, throwing his head back into the chair, his eyes fixated on you, so desperate and needy. "baby, you know you're gonna cum if you keep going and mommy hasn't even seen your little hole yet. don't you wanna play with your toy, hm?" you cooed at him, watching him bite lightly on his bottom lip as he slowly raised his legs up, placing his feet on the chair and you noticed he was wearing his cute white ankle socks, that made him look even tinier in your eyes, his ass on full display for you. taeyong was so expressive, he could never hide anything from you. even if you weren't there beside him, you could still sense his eagerness by the way his fingers lightly grazed the inside of his tights and by the way his body squirmed at the touch. his eyes scanned over the screen, waiting for your next command, the precum now spread over his sweater, glistening under the dimmed lights of the hotel room.

"you're so pretty." you sighed. the feeling of not being there with him starting to taunt you and making you feel impatient. you almost gasped as you watched taeyong bring his middle finger to his mouth, sucking slowly on it and keeping eye contact with the camera, knowing exactly how much that drives you crazy. his hand reached down until the digit was circling his hole, and you could tell how hard he was trying to not close his eyes from the pleasure, his eyelids falling mid way as he played with himself.

"mommy…" you hear him gasp the word for the first time and it was like you had just had a little orgasm from it, your core tingling from arousal and feeling a small poll forming in your panties.

"yes, taetae?" you responded, your own fingers traveling down your stomach and settling between your legs, brushing ever so slightly over your covered slit.

"can i put it in? please?" he sounded so precious asking for permission. he was always such a good boy for you, never did anything without making sure it was ok with you, even if he didn't have to.

"of course you can, baby." your eyes scanned the screen as his digit starts to slide inside him, teasingly slow, a soft moan escaping from his plump lips that were now parted and swollen from all of the biting he had done. you watched as his legs shook a little as he inserted the whole finger inside and this time he really couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.

"can you touch your little cock too? for mommy?" you said softly, your fingers working over your panties, circling your clit slowly, feeling the burning sensation inside you grow more intense, your mouth letting out a soft gasp. you watched his hand, half covered by the sleeves of his sweater, wrapped around his shaft, working up and down and inviting more of the precum to drip down over his lap, some of it working as lubricant, making it easier for taeyong to thrust his finger faster inside of him. his whiny moans ecooed through the speakers and you could feel yourself dripping more and more, to the point that you could feel it through your panties. you noticed his cock twitch in his hand as he stroked himself faster and you knew it was only a matter of time until he was coming undone.

"mommy… i feel like i'm gonna cum." he whimpered, his lips creating a small pout as he looked down at his cock and then back to you and it was so evident how fucked out he was.

"then cum, baby. you can cum." as soon as you said those words, taeyong threw his head back so hard that you thought he might just fall from the chair, but instead you saw the cum leak out of him in spurts, a louder moan escaping his lips and his movements started slowing down until he was removing his finger. he gasped for air, his eyes opening slowly to sparkle back at you but you couldn't help but notice how his hand still moved on his cock.

"you're still hard? want more?" you smirked at him and he licked his lips, eagerly nodding his head and sitting up in his chair just to reach for the toy that seated on top of the desk, waiting to be used. he leaned back again, with his feet on the chair and smeared the cum that had fallen in his hand, all over the beaded dildo.

"mommy taught you well." you chuckled and he shyly smiled back at you before lining up the toy with his hole, starting to slide it inside. "just the tip, baby." you told him and you watched him frown his eyebrows at you.

"but mommy…" he whined, fighting the urge to insert the whole thing inside but you just tsked him.

"no buts. do as mommy says." he looked at you through his lashes, completely defeated, starting to thrust just the tip inside as you had told him. "good boy." you breathed out, your fingers still working over your clit, your panties now pushed to the side. his sweater paws reached for his cock again, stroking lightly until he heard you again through the speakers. "no touching, baby." this ripped a whine from him. but even if he complained a lot, taeyong could never disobey you. he just couldn't. he craved to be your good little boy and he wouldn't let anything ruin that image. he retrieved his hand, his cock twitching against nothing and for a minute you pitied him. his lips were parted, his eyes hooded from pleasure, his hand stopping himself from thrusting more inside and his cock red and swollen, begging for release. who were you to deny such a pretty and obedient boy what he wanted so bad? 

"go ahead, taetae. fuck yourself with the toy, no more teasing." his eyes widened and you swore you almost saw a little tear shining on the corner of his eye.

"can i, mommy?" he asked, his cute voice sending waves of pleasure through your body that hit your core unexpectedly and intensely, making your own moans fall softly from your mouth.

"yes, baby. mommy wants to see how much your tiny little hole can take." his teeth sank on his bottom lip as he thrusted the rest of the toy inside, moving it in and out slowly, getting used to the sensation of feeling completely full.

"are you touching yourself, mommy?" he gasped, his head rested back in his chair, hair messy from rubbing his head so much and his eyes glued to the screen.

"yes. you make mommy feel so good, baby. even if you're not here." your fingers worked faster on your clit, a moan escaping between words.

"i wanna see you." he simply said, his hand thrusting the dildo faster inside, as if he was matching his movements with yours. you placed the laptop in front of you on the bed, the camera pointing straight at where your fingers moved and you heard taeyong whimper, his cock twitching at the image displayed in front of him.

"you like seeing mommy touch herself? hm?" he eagerly nodded his head, the pace at which he moved the toy almost working as a response to your question. "such a naughty little boy. my naughty little boy." you moaned as you felt your orgasm approaching, knowing that it wouldn't take long for taeyong to cum too, his movements getting sloppy and fast, a sticky mess over his tummy. 

"mommy…" he whined, his eyelids covering half is his eyes that he so desperately tried to keep open. you rubbed your clit faster, the burning feeling inside you growing bigger and as soon as you saw taeyong cuming untouched, your own orgasm washed over you, your body shaking at the feeling. you watched his tiny cock twitch against his tummy, spurts of white liquid spreading all over his sweater, almost reaching his face as he squirmed and moaned in his chair, his legs shaking as the toy stood still inside him, his hole clenching around it.

"you're such a good baby." you praised, his cheeks flushed red as he removed the dildo and let it fall to the ground, his chest raising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. "you hadn't touched yourself yet, did you? you came so much." you smirked as you pulled the laptop over your lap again and he shook his head, a little "no" escaping from his lips, his eyes looking shyly at you as he let his legs fall limp, his cock still swollen and glistening. "you made such a mess, taetae." he nervously bit on his bottom lip, looking down at his sweater where all of his cum had accumulated, the fabric stained and sticky.

"sorry mommy." he pouted as his gaze lifted up to meet yours and you gave him a warm smile.

"it's ok, baby. just clean yourself and get some sleep ok? it's already late there." he nodded his head slightly, pulling his chair closer to the desk so that he could also be closer to the camera, his doe eyes staring back at you.

"i wish i could kiss you." he murmured and you noticed how he was looking slightly down, at your lips, a sad expression adorning his face.

"i'll give you all of the kisses when you get back, promise. just a few more days, ok baby? i know you can do it. you're mommy's good boy, right?" you saw a smile taking the place of his frown and his face lighting up at you as he gave you one quick nod, his big brown eyes sparkling back at you.

"yes mommy, i'm your good boy."

[shra-vasti]

MOON JUNHUI

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Moon Junhui x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-couple au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 1k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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[Received, 12.10.2020] | previous | next

You were chilling on Jun's house, you leaning on the headboard with him beside you when you heard him speak.

"I heard you broke up with Seokmin, Wonwoo was the happiest to hear about it."

Jun had his head buried at the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your form as you scrolled through your Instagram and talk with him.

"Yeah, I broke up with him and yeah, I don't care about how Wonwoo feels."

Jun grinned to himself sitting up straight, he moved your sideways so you were facing him as he stretched both of his legs on either side of your body and moved closer to rest his head on your shoulder as he talked.

"Leave the mobile when you're with me, sweetheart."

He grabbed your mobile and put it beside his phone on his nightstand, his right hand holding yours as he interlaced the fingers, his other hand playing with the strands of your hair.

"Why are you always so needy for the attention?"

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see as you stopped his hands from playing with your hair and put it on your lap playing with his fingers.

"I'm not needy for attention, I'm needy for your attention, miss."

The emphasis on the certain pronoun didn't go unnoticed by you as your eyes were fixate on your hand playing with the ring on his fingers.

"It has been like 4 months since I did so, we are in the same university but due to our different majors both of ours building is like, on the opposite side of the campus."

You heard him hum at the information, he momentarily pull away from your shoulder to remove the hair from your neck and once again comfortably placing his head back.

"It's better that way, he'll be away from you, I heard that he's going out with someone from the hanlim, I've my friends in there."

"You sure know many things about people and please stop moving so much you're making my neck itchy."

He readjusted himself scoffing at you before pulling his head up and sitting in front of you properly.

"I just wanted to lean on you, you've problem with that too."

You glare at him rolling your eyes after that. Your eyes scanned his room to see many of his belongings which he brings to school adorning his desk and nightstand.

"Where are the love letters you gave to me which I returned back to you?"

He raised his eyebrows since he completely forgot about them until now, he didn't even think you would talk about him after what had happened before you returned them to him.

"Why are you suddenly asking about them? Want them back?"

"I just.....no actually I was just curious about what you did with them."

"I burned them."

He could clearly see the hurt and disappointment on your face after he said those words but he just decided to ignore it by bringing his hand upto your face to caress it and leave tiny fluttery kisses at the side of your face.

"Why would you burn them?"

You close your eyes at the tingling sensation of his kisses, the hand playing with his ring grasping his fingers tightly to which he held your hand properly and the other holding the hem of his tshirt just as much firmly.

"You said you don't want them, I gave them to you cause I wanted you to keep them."

You pushed him away from you so you could look at him properly, your hand on his chest as both of you calmed your breathes.

"I didn't return it so you could burn them, you realize how much effort you had put in them?"

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

"Junnie, you knew I couldn't accept those letters, not when I was committed to someone else."

Jun scoffed as he ran his fingers through his hair to calm himself down, how many times he had to explain same thing to you?

"I told you then that I don't care if you are with Seokmin, I wanted to show you my love, I don't want to be that person who loses his chance just because you are with someone else, I know I could make you feel more safer than you've ever felt with Seokmin anyway."

"That's wrong-"

"My feelings aren't wrong."

You shut your mouth when he raised his voice cutting you off.

Jun was demanding, he wasn't a giver like Seokmin was, instead Jun was someone who would give world to someone but expect something or anything in return, it didn't matter to him what, he just needed something in return.

Jun is territorial, if he likes something he makes sure to get it even if he'd have to go against everything for that and he was just the same when it came to you.

He knew you were dating Seokmin when he confessed, he knew there were lots of ups and down in your seemingly perfect relationship because of him, he knew he was ticking the ever so soft and composed Seokmin off and he wanted just that and he knew that you were aware of his doing.

You were aware what Jun was planning and you neither stopped nor encouraged him just focused on your relationship.

You knew he was waiting for your outburst of when you will break off with Seokmin and come to him to vent out his anger and he would be there for you, like a shoulder to lean on.

Instead you yourself went ahead and asked Seokmin to take you back when he had enough and broke off the ties, for you to decided whom you wanted to be with, you chose Seokmin.

So Jun decided to be shameless and interrupt everytime both of you would be together. If you weren't ready to reciprocate his feelings, he wasn't going to stop showing his concern and care for you.

He genuinely wanted to be by your side and he didn't care what others perceive him as.

He knew everyone taunted you or still talking with Jun even after he confessed but he also knew you weren't someone who would break ties yourself unless the person in question did.

All in all, Jun knew what he was getting himself into and he was so whipped for you, he didn't even realize when he did.

All he knew was you were Andie's best friend who hand once accompanied her to return his book on the way to his home, a little introduction done by Andie.

A curt smile was shared and you were off with her towards the other direction but he just couldn't get the sight of you off his mind and he knew he had to have you.

He had planned everything he would do, from the first official talk, to befriending you, to telling you he has a crush on one of your friends, to making you jealous and to finally confess that you were the person he was aiming for since the beginning.

But his planned halted, when obstacles arose. The first one being in his literal first step, his first official talk, he was going on as planned till the time he realized you had a boyfriend and that too one of his close friend / classmate Seokmin.

After that there were hurdles in literally every step he planned.

He wasn't aware you were so hard to please, he wasn't aware that even after being close friends for months you would happily congratulate him for having feelings for Jane, he didn't know you wouldn't even get jealous of your friend and he definitely didn't know you would just curtly smile at him and tell him no.

But all of that things just made him want you more, he did so many things to at least have a firm place in your life and he knew he needed just that, you were close to him, you even called him your male best friend, someone whom you could lean on other than the girls.

And he proved he deserves being that close to you time and again.

"Look into my eyes."

His tone was softer now, his hands leaving yours and cradling your face to make you look at him.

"I love you stupid, what language do I have to use for you to understand?"

You looked into his eyes, your hand grabbing his wrist and he spoke.

"When's your flight to China?"

"Maybe a week."

You nodded removing his hands from your face and lay back on his bed looking at the ceiling, he followed suit putting a hand under your head and buried his face on your neck, his other arm encircling your torso and his leg entangling with yours.

You didn't know why he had choose to complete his university back at his hometown, he didn't even had any financial or parental crises.

You knew you were going to miss out on him big time and you weren't ready to let him go just yet. You were going out, you just hungout as much as you could, he made sure of that.

You hated going away from him since he had a habit of being glued to you ever since he first talked with you, you aren't a big fan of long distance, you figured it would be hard for him too so you didn't voice your feelings to him.

"Who's stealing your attention from me?"

Jun look up to you, his eyes narrowed making you roll your eyes. You had been rolling your eyes too much since you've started hanging out with him, your eyes were paining at this point.

"You're the one who stole my attention though, I was thinking about you."

He raised his eyebrows at you his hand sneaking under your shirt as he laid back down, playing with your bare skin. You let him do whatever he wanted, it wasn't like he would be there to do anything with you after a week anyway.

"Date me."

He causally said as he drew irregular pattern on your skin, you closed your eyes turning on your side to face him, his hand making his way towards your back to pull you more closer to him.

You removed few strands of hair from his forehead before you placed a chaste kiss on it and tucked his head back on your shoulder, hugging him tightly.

"You know I don't like long distance relationship Junnie."

He sighed making your breath hitch as you felt his breath hit on your skin, he kissed your neck as his fingers digged on your skin, you sighed in content before your fingers found his hair and you pulled his hairs to pull his face away from your neck.

He groaned sitting up and you followed, he grabbed and pull his hair to calm himself down before he turned back to you.

"We'll work this out."

"I'm not sure, I don't think I'll be able to stay without your company, atleast things would be easier for us if we don't date."

"That's nonsense sweetheart, I love you, we'll get through this, I'll be back in no time, just take the risk."

He grabbed your hand with both of his as he looked at you pleadingly, you deeply exhaled thinking for few minutes before finally nodding in his direction.

"Lets see how this ends."

[v-hope]

His members tease you/him because of hickeys

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Request: "if requests are open, could i request a maknae line (or ot7) reaction to where the other members notice that he or you have hickeys and teases you about it? tysm you're my favorite writer"

Kim Seokjin

“Wow, wha–” Jeongguk's eyes opened wide after catching a glimpse of something dark by your hips as you had been foolishly dancing around together on set. “Noona, put your hands up again” he demanded.

“What? Why?” you frowned.

“Just do it”.

Still not knowing what this was about, you complied, and that's exactly when your boyfriend's eyes fixed on you from the table, almost choking on air.

“Babe, no! Put them down!”

“Oh my God” Jeongguk's expression let both of you know it was too late already. “Now I understand why Seokjin-ie hyung has been so energetic while shooting today” he giggled like a little boy.

“Jeongguk!” Jin scolded him, and you knew, if it weren't because he couldn't move from the spot they were about to film him in, he would already be physically fighting the maknae somehow.

“I don't know what that twisted mind of yours is thinking right now, kid” you placed your hands on your waist. “I only hit my hips with my desk yesterday”.

Yoongi snorted by Jin's side at your shameless lie. “If ‘my desk’ is a metaphor for Jin hyung's lips then sure”.

Min Yoongi

“You had a good nap I see?” Namjoon cocked one of his eyebrows.

“Huh?” Yoongi frowned, standing by the entrance to the living room. “Oh, yeah. Really good one” he simply said, making his way over the kitchen.

“Oof, he's thirsty” Hoseok was the one to speak up as he watched his hyung go over to the sink, “it must have been one of those naps that actually leave you more exhausted”.

“I just told you it was a good one” he pointed out, chugging his glass of water.

The two boys laughed to themselves, leaving him clueless as ever.

“Oh, we know” Hobi giggled. “Must've been a really great one if you got a hickey out of it”.

Yoongi let out a sigh at the realisation, putting his glass down as he turned his head to the side so he could shamelessly ignore his friends.

“Wow, look at him showing off his mark” Namjoon pushed it further – the way Yoongi's cheeks turned a slight pink making it even funnier for them.

“Did Y/N also get a mark out of this nap, hyung?” Hoseok teased.

A smug smirk curved up Yoongi's lips, not moving an inch as he listened to them throw comments back and forth; not wanting to deal with their bullshit yet actually taking pride in this.

Jung Hoseok

“Aish, Hoseok-ah!” Seokjin threw his head back in frustration as soon as they got off the car at the airport. “You said this wouldn't happen again”.

“Huh?”

“The hickey on your neck?” Jimin smiled cheekily. “You do know a mask isn't going to cover it, right?”

Hoseok's hand instinctively went to the spot he knew you had left ‘something to remember you’ last night. “I'm wearing a turtleneck” he frowned.

“Should've worn a hoodie, bro” Namjoon patted his shoulder, standing next to him so they could start posing for the cameras waiting for them outside the airport.

“Just turn your head to the opposite side of the cameras and you should be in the clear” Tae smirked.

“Or someone just give him a scarf” Joon proposed.

“Nah, it's okay” Hoseok shrugged, dipping his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “I have a girlfriend and I'm leaving her for a whole month, anyone with two brain cells would know what happened last night anyway”.

It was too late to do anything at this point, which is why Hoseok decided to do the one thing he did best: own it.

Kim Namjoon

They always say it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. In this case, that was exactly what your boyfriend had been telling you and Jimin, over and over, as you ran around the stage whilst Jin rehearsed his solo for that night and Joon watched from the seats in front.

“Jimin, ah! Shit, that hurt!” you whined after you had turned around and one of your shoulders hit his body.

Told you.

“Are you alright?!” he worried instantly, his hands going to where he thought hurt. That's when he saw a pretty visible blue mark on your collarbone. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry” he freaked out, “I didn't mean to–”

“Jimin” you laughed lightly, “it's alright”.

“No, but there's a bruise and–”

“That's a hickey, you idiot” Yoongi shook his head in amusement.

“Oh” Jimin let out breathily – his previous worried look instantly turning into a cocky one. “So it was not caused by pain, I see” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes.

“I'd say it's the opposite, right Y/N?” Yoongi smirked.

“Quite the opposite, in fact” Namjoon confirmed, finally arriving to your side and pulling you closer by your waist; only then the heat reaching your face.

Park Jimin

“I'm here, I'm here!” Jimin said exasperatedly as he entered the car, having to sit alone on the front row since he was the last one.

“Always late, God” Jin shook his head in disappointment.

“I slept in, sorry” he apologised, clumsily searching for the seatbelt.

“You know” Yoongi spoke from behind as the car started to move, “Y/N was at the dorms this morning for some reason” Jimin tensed up, hurrying to fasten his seatbelt. “Such a shame you didn't get to see her”.

“You sure he didn't see her?” Taehyung joined in after having caught up on his hyung's intentions. “And that she has nothing to do with those poorly covered marks on his neck?” he teased, leaning forward to poke said spot repeatedly.

Jimin said nothing, instead fixing his eyes in front of him as a proud smile curved up the corners of his lips.

“No wonder he slept in” Jeongguk smirked.

“Man, I wish I had a best friend like that” Taehyung sighed in a longing way.

“Girlfriend” Jimin mumbled sheepishly, fidgeting with his hands on his lap.

All six of them shared astonished looks before they started obnoxiously cheering for their friend, only making his cheeks flush furiously. It was about time.

Kim Taehyung

“Y/N!” Hoseok let you inside the dorms, walking with you to the living room where the rest of them were. “You arrived earlier”.

“Well, yeah” you shrugged, “Tae asked me to”.

“So you can help us set everything up for the party?” Namjoon asked from the sofa.

You gazed over to him before your eyes fixed on Taehyung. “I guess so” you lovingly mirrored his smile.

“Great!” Jimin went to grab your hand. “You can help me– oh my God, you got a hickey” everyone but Taehyung gasped right there, making both of you roll your eyes. “Who did that to your pure, innocent soul?”

“Fuck off, Jimin” you glared at him, “just tell me what can I help you with”.

That had seemed to make him snap back, nodding his head before he dragged you to the kitchen. The rest of the guys looked at each other with open mouths.

“That was one huge hickey” Jin looked over to his members, having Yoongi agreeing in astonishment.

“Wow” Jeongguk breathed out, “I didn't know she was seeing someone, I wonder who did it”.

“Why?” Taehyung smirked. “You want me to give you one, too?”

He laughed as everyone was frozen still, tauntingly doing his signature V sign before he stood up and walked over to wrap his arms around you from behind.

The thing was, you had never even tried to hide your relationship; his members were just too dumb to notice the pretty obvious signs.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Woah, Jeongguk-ah!” his six members exclaimed the second the maknae entered the dressing room, leaving him completely baffled.

“Noona is going to kill you” Yoongi smirked, glancing over their stylist on the other side of the room.

“What'd I do?” Jeongguk wondered.

“The question is what didn't you do with Y/N, apparently” Jin shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Jeongguk remained confused for another second until his hyungs’ eyes looked down to his neck, near his collarbone. That's when it hit him.

“Aish, I told her not to leave m–”

“Jeon Jeongguk!” he flinched at the sound of their stylist's scolding tone. “Do you have any idea of how long it's going to take me to cover all those marks?”

“No, no, don't get mad at him” Hobi interrupted as Guk was about to apologise, placing an arm over his shoulder, “Guk-ie just wanted a little love”.

Jeongguk snorted at the sound of the nickname you called him. “Noon–”

“Like this” his second attempt of an apology got cut off again, this time by Hoseok teasingly pecking his chest in a way that had Guk trying to push him off immediately as everyone else laughed.

The stylist shook her head. “Hoseok, stop imitating Y/N” she turned around to walk away; her words bringing red tint to the maknae's cheeks – especially when she teasingly added: “And Jeongguk, let's go cover those love marks of yours”.