#birthday messages 🖤

[monsterrae1]

hi! happy birthday, rae my love! 🥺💗 you're an amazing person and deserve all the good things in the world. hope you're having a great day and don't forget i love you! mwah 💗

Bestieeee thank you much 🖤🖤 you’re the sweetest have a huge mwah kiss 😘😘😘

[hwaslayer]

UPDATE TONIGHT OMG IM NOT SLEEPING

OMG NOO 😭 GET YOUR SLEEP BAE!!

[afewfantasies]

🗡️ꜰᴇʏᴅ'ꜱ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🗡️ - III - Charms

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Feyd-Rautha X Reader

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: Danger is imminent, as is Feyd-Rautha's birthday celebration in the arena. Passion and fear abound as parties try to nagivate through new realities. Your desire for Feyd-Rautha is growing, along with the trust between you. Secrets are revealed and sexual appetites explored.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of a sex dungeon, masturbation, aftercare, choking, inexperienced reader, heavy petting.

Part I 🖤 Part II 🖤 Masterlist

ᴘᴀʀᴛ - ɪɪɪ - ᴄʜᴀʀᴍꜱ

Trembling with anger Feyd-Rautha watches as the water runs crimson at the bottom of the cleansing chamber. The self cleaning mechanisms are turned to full capacity in attempt to free him of the sticky blood and debris of the nights terrors. A thousand cuts could never be enough. Your tears were more than that to Feyd. He’d broken his promise to protect you always. He had to send a message, cruelty had never truly come easy to him. After his father’s passing he learned quickly that brutality was the best means of survival. The worse his behaviour the more celebrated he became, soon the fear and respect in peoples eyes became his preferred drug. Pushing out the sadness and replacing it with a simmering rage did wonders for him. It opened the world to him. He’d earned the fear his name illicited. It had been a decade since he felt fear like the fear that nearly paralyzed him last night. The words in his headset had to be repeated several times. He found his chest heaving violently, there was not enough air in his lungs. He’d killed three men while still in the ship from lashing out, he couldn’t get to you fast enough. It was all taking too long. The journey back needed to happen at light speed. His chest felt tight as his head spun. How could he lose you so soon? How could anyone be so bold? So disrespectful, so careless with their life? The thought of losing you before he could ever truly be a husband to you tortured him more than he could bear. He’d found no relief in the fear of your eyes , how you clung to him, your trembling, your racing heart. Typically he revelled in it, but not then not with you. It was harrowing. He’d only found reprieve in the slowing of your heart rate, the slow relaxation of your muscles, the way you melted into him for safety. Then, he was able to take in your scent and how perfectly you fit in his arms. The softness of your flesh, the trust in your eyes, the feel of your lips on his. He hadn’t expected a kiss, nor did he feel he deserved one after failing you.

  Drying himself off Feyd dresses before heading to his armoury, too angry to rest before meeting the Baron. Hesitating he stops in front of your door as he had every day the past week. He’d decided against trying to enter then, but now things have changed. He needs to lay eyes on you before starting his day, physically - a screen won’t suffice. Sliding his hand into the reader it opens. He finds you brushing your hair into place. Your usual apprehension replaced with a surprised smile at the sight of him. He watches you as you put down the brush and walk into him. It takes him a moment to return the warm gesture taking in your scent and the feel of your body against his. Relief at your well being and resilience washes over him. It feels like it’s been minutes when you pull away and Feyd can’t remember the last time he engaged in something as pure and intimate as a long hug.

“Have you slept?” You ask looking into his weary eyes.

“I have to meet the Baron” Feyd responds feeling the need for you more. He stands behind you breathing you in and his hands hovers over the covered bruises on your skin.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, I was able to brew a tea” you explain and he takes your hands looking at your bruised knuckles once again. It he could revive the men who’d harmed you to give them another million cuts he would. Bringing your hands to his lips he places kisses onto them hoping last night is the first of many kisses.

“I can postpone my fight if you need me to” Feyd says considerate of your mood and mental state. There’d been no time to watch you sleep last night while he had been administering your retribution but he had quickly scanned through the footage from your bedroom finding you tossing and turning all night. He’d never missed a night, not even while with his pets, his pleasure slaves had only been a slight distraction from his need for you.

“No, you must uphold your traditions” you advise.

“New traditions can be made” Feyd interjects.

“na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen has a reputation to protect. The people want to see you in the arena” you remind him.

“The people are not my concern” Feyd says looking into your eyes. His affection for you is clearer now. His level of attention, his concentration, his agony. Feyd is incapable of false moments. Pure passion personified, that’s the danger of him. His strength and weakness.

“Then they must be mine, Feyd there mustn’t be any perceived changes. As heir the peoples adoration of you is important.” You explain.

“Not more than yours” he confesses. He thought he lost you.

“Feyd, please” you whisper holding his hands. Your eyes look up at his and it’s only seconds before you see him cave. “Go to the Baron, prepare for your fight and I will be here with the guards or in the infirmary with Leia” you tell him just as a buzz sounds at the door. His hands go to his knives as he steps in front of you. After a moment he moves aside and you see Leia. She’s in a wheelchair.

“I can wait outside” she says holding up her hand. Feyd watches the girl with appreciation. Had Leia been killed or brutalized more seriously it would have completely ruined his chances with you.

“Leia please come in, we can have breakfast” you smile. For the first time Leia looks to Feyd-Rautha without averting her eyes, she points a respectfully slow nod in his direction in spite of her injuries. He returns the gesture watching as you make a space for your friend at your table. Content with the state of affairs he gives you a final look before heading out.

“na-Baron!” You call out stopping him in his tracks. He raises a brow and you motion for him to follow you into your private chambers. Tracking your steps he enters the room he already knows intimately from hours or surveillance. “You must try to withhold any affinity you have for me or it will be exploited. You have no other weaknesses and I would prefer to be a strength” you whisper. “Honesty” you whisper as his eyes search yours in confusion. He hadn’t known many women outside of handmaidens and pleasure slaves but what he had heard and learned in his years was that women were proud, they enjoyed affectionate displays and declarations, they were in constant competition with others to show and prove their mate to be the best.

“Would you prefer I stayed away as well?” He asks feeling slighted.

“No” you respond in earnest.

“May I return for dinner after training?” He asks.

“Yes” you respond and he recognizes a blush on your cheeks. He gets a head-rush and smiles pleased with your reception to him. If it was up to him the Baron could wait. The scent of your room is intoxicating. Almost as much as the sight out you without fear for him. Pressing his lips to your forehead he breathes you in, restraining his urges for more. He’d never known fear once his parents had passed only rage. The agony of his father’s loss was a suffering he didn’t want to bear again. He would heed your warning. Stepping back he sets the tone, the chemistry between you two is kinetic. He takes your hand placing a soft kiss over your bruises.

Letting go he leaves through the main room casting Leia an acknowledging glance. The main doors whoosh open and you hear him barking orders before they close. Turning to Leia you place a hand on her shoulder before sitting. She sees the change in you, the fall of your shoulders, the ease of your steps. She’d been worried since the abduction remembering vividly how long it took you to be somewhat alright after fleeing your home world. She had been there for the night terrors and the panic attacks, she had been there through your darkest days. In spite of your sometimes tenacious personality she had never seen you fight. You had taken hits on several occasions. It was against the Bene Gesserit way, each sister was to have a strong predisposition to survival for the breeding program - however with you it was never the case. The other sisters stopped picking on you when you were slow to react and a few of the others intervened. Leia knew more than most it didn’t bother you as they thought it did. But she saw you fight. Saw you fight with precision and intention as you reigned your head back to break the bastards nose. You’d waited for her instead of peeling off for the safety of self-preservation. You’d done that for her, for the both of you. Now you were sitting before her with an ease to you she hadn’t seen in years. Smiling she withholds her need to comment.

“What?” You ask looking up at her.

“Careful with that one or we both may be in these chairs” Leia winks and you shake your head at her vulgarity. “You can feel his affection for you from far away, he’s managing his desire quite well. Keep kissing him like you did last night and that restraint may snap” she warns. Sitting in front of her you feed her breakfast so she can nurse her injuries a little while longer.

“He’s in danger” you remind telepathically.

“It’ll be alright” she responds in the same way. Looking into Leia’s eyes gives you hope calming the nerves that have been on edge since the attack. She takes the fork from your hand holding it inspire of her injuries. You squeeze tight thankful she’s at your side. Leia had finished more of the sisterhoods training then you, she had been a successful component of the breeding program, she had been permitted into rooms and special councils. She was being prepared for espionage.  It was during her training when she had used her telepathic power of persuasion that you picked it up. It had worked on the entire room with the exception of you.

Your silence speaks volumes.

The sisterhood was supposed to protect you from the brutality your fathers fall caused not inflict more torture. Had Feyd-Rautha’s intention been to brutalize you, had he been everything everyone said he was you would have suffered thrice. Once with the fleeing of your home world, then for the weeks with Feyd-Rautha and finally at the hands of ‘The Beasts’ men. It was the kind of cruelty reserved for enemies and not allies.

“I’m finished with them” you speak plainly. Leia swallows seeing the seriousness in your eyes. She gives a slow nod feeling less victimized by the politics of it. She believed in the objective of achieving greater goods. As things stood now Feyd marrying the Princess would be ideal.

“As am I” she nods in solidarity.

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Looking at your reflection in the shiny black stone table its hard to recognize yourself. Life with the Bene Gesserit, is a life of subtlety and intrigue, veils, headdresses and masks, there’s no room for displays of beauty, style or power outside of specific confines. All behaviour would be governed by the objectives of the order - only now you would be done with that. The curl of your lashes is striking, as well as the black lines on your lids. It’s not the Harkonnen way, but your mothers. Leia had been an advisor of sort as you tried your best to fashion an undo from memory to match the one your mother wore on special occasions. You had called in the seamstresses to adjust the fit on one of the robes provided in your closer. A floor length crimson piece with a hood. Cutting bout the high neckline and taking in the sides to fit your figure is a bold choice but it’s Feyd-Rautha’s birthday tomorrow and you intend to try to make it special for him. The replica sword of the one in your home world lays across the table sheathed in an intricate scabbard Leia helped you create over the last week. There would be little time to present it to him tomorrow, so tonight would have to do.

Looking at the clock you see its far past the time dinner is usually served. You hear movement and sit upright in anticipation. It fades and you slouch at the sight of the Mentat. His expression is regretful.

“na-Baroness, please eat something - I do believe something has kept the na-Baron” he says. Nodding you stand slightly ashamed by Feyd’s rejection - another broken promise.

“I will eat in my quarters” you force a smile. He speaks into his earpiece taking the blade in his hands.

“The na-baron will love it” he says to be encouraging. Nodding you smile sure he will appreciate the craftsman ship that went into creating an accurate depiction of one of the galaxy’s most recognizable blades.

“Do you know if he is with his Harpies?” You ask.

“He isn’t” the Mentat responds without hesitation.

“The Baron?” You ask and he swallows regretfully.

“Among others, but you should not worry” the Mentat assures. Swallowing hard you pause for a moment before turning to Feyd-Rautha’s personal quarters. You cross the dining room and head to the unfamiliar black doors.

“Don’t!” The Mentat snaps as you stick your hand in the reader. To his surprise the doors open without alerting the safety measures reserved for intruders.

“I’ll only be a moment” you turn to him stepping into the dark room. The doors close behind you, lights illuminating slowly with each of your steps until the place is fully lit. The interior takes your breath away when you view all the knives, blades and swords hanging on the walls. A number of large portraits of Feyd-Rautha hang all around the large open space. Stepping back you look for his bedroom and stop an open door. Your steps take you there a large statement bed rests in the centre. It’s high with two marble steps to get up surrounding three quarters of it. Chains hang from the ceiling, with straps of all sorts attached to them. There’s what looks like a cage too, and a large X in the corner near it. Swallowing you try to make sense of it until a screen catches your eye. Stepping in you see a screen showing what looks to be your room, you see your bathroom and bedroom. Before you can confirm a red light flashes into your retinas, before you can blink the screen goes black. Stepping backwards with a shudder you place the blade onto the table with the attached note and exit. 

The Mentat watches you closely shocked by your ability to enter the na-Baron’s quarters. Feyd-Rautha’s security had been noticeably ironclad. He’d seen many try to break in or sneak in with no success and somehow you entered so effortlessly. Your heart races as you try to make sense of what you seen, all of it. 

“Can you have Leia, brought to my quarters?” You ask the Mentat. He speaks into his earpiece to have it done immediately.

Dinner is served and Leia consoles you listing dozens of reasons for Feyd’s absence you tell her about his bedroom, the chains, the empty cage the large X, but you omit the screen not completely sure what to make if it. Leia’s eyes light up her penchant for mischief proving useful as she explains in excruciating detail all of the possibilities. Just as your fear had begun to retreat Feyd’s tastes gave you more reasons. He was into administering pain, and having total control. He’d asked for your absolute submission but you had never considered it would lead to being suspended in the air for his pleasure, tied to wooden blocks, spanked, collared, degraded and hurt. 

After dinner you head into your bedroom casting a quick glance into the area the vantage point of a camera would be. You see a sconce in its place, a black ornamental sconce, there’s one in every corner of the room. Swallowing your about to to begin undressing when you hear the door open. Tensing you stay put afraid of another attack, stepping out of room you peer around to the living area and see Feyd. You sigh relieved.

“Apologies, the Baron kept me” he says before stopping in his tracks. His eyes drink you in, it’s like he’s been placed under a trance. You look him over a little confused until you remember he’s never seen you like this before. All done up for him. Feeling a little nervous under his intense gaze you nod.

“I had dinner already, I’m sorry I waited” you whisper as his mouth closes, his Adams apple bobs as he nods his bald head.

“You waited?” He asks his voice grittier and lower than ever before.

“For hours” you respond a little unnerved by the darkness of his eyes.

“I ought to drown the Baron in his tub” he snaps just over a whisper to himself radiating frustration. He couldn’t dream up a more beautiful woman, and you’d put in effort for him after he’d asked you to dinner. 

“I wanted to give you a gift before tomorrow’s celebrations” you confess.

Feyd blinks nodding, grappling with the gravity of your words. Days ago you were running from him. Now you were within reach and other peoples actions were jeopardizing his happiness.

“It’s in your room, I left it on the table I hope it’s no problem” you tell him but he hasn’t moved. His stillness is unnerving, like a snake before it strikes. His muscles contract before his hands unclench.

“You were in my rooms?” Feyd asks with suspicion.

“I hope that’s alright, I placed your gift on the table and left” you explains but he’s suspicious.

“Follow me” he says holding out his hand. You take it heading to the other side of tour living quarters. “Only you can open this door” he says putting your hand in the reader. The doors open and you’re in his quarters. You step into it extremely surprised. Your thoughts head back to the strange contraptions in his room as Feyd moves quickly having the screens put away before heading to the table. His hands hover over the box and he looks at you taking the scroll.

“Dearest na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,

It is custom to give handmade gifts on birthdays. Please do not take offence, this took me ten days to craft with help from Leia and the Mentat. It’s the only thing I could think of that you may enjoy. 

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays and many more!

Y/N”

He pauses smiling at the strange kindness of the scroll, remembering several before. He’d often thought your gifts were juvenile and silly but he’d kept them anyhow. Bracing himself to put on a show of support he opens the box. His eyes deceive him. Narrowing his eyes he takes the blade from the box. He runs his hands over its sheath having seen it before. Looking back at you he turns to the blade knowing it well. Drawing it out he looks at the shiny metal and blood red centre. As legend would have it, the blade could never be turned against the bloodlines of your home planet. It could cut through anything but would dull against the flesh of its own. It had been made with blood from all of the families and brought to a religious order where it was forged in secrecy. There were none like it in the galaxy.

“It’s a replica” you speak as he admires the craftsmanship of your work. You’d been making this for him while he’d taken space, you’d been preparing this for him while others had been plotting on your life. You’d been making this for him in spite of your fear of him and reservations upon arriving. Putting the blade down he turns to you with dark eyes. It wasn’t the gift of a captive, it was a gift from a betrothed. Fighting for control Feyd kisses you once chastely before coming in for another, and another parting your lips. Your breathing changes as Feyd’s kiss becomes more dominant, the fingers on your chin slide down your throat and his strong hand secures around your neck kissing you with force, marking you, claiming you. His tongue sending sensations of pleasure and lust all throughout your body. Foreign sensations that exhilarate you, you feel your skin tingle as the heat rises between the two of you, your nipples hardening as the sensation in your stomach grows. Your knees grow weak and Feyd moves to his couch sitting with you across his lap without ever breaking the kiss. Your heart is racing, a strange want taking you over. You can feel him beneath you, growing harder and harder with every moment. Your senses and emotions come to a head all at once. You feel it happen, you see Feyd laying beside you, shirtless, with a hand around his manhood. His eyes stare at you while you look at him stroking himself lazily. Another flashes and he’s in the area you’re watching him when he’s sliced across the back after sending a smile up at you., while in the arena. Then there’s another you're standing in a brown palace facing a woman with blue eyes.

Feyd’s hold tightens around your neck and you pull back gasping for air. His eyes are black and his breath rugged. Your eyes hold his as he returns to the moment. Closing your eyes you wrap your arms around him terrified on the second vision. Your lips still tingle with the memory and taste of him. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asks with concern. You can still feel the ghost of his touch on your neck.

“No” you whisper fighting for breath as Feyd places his face against yours, your noses and lashes touch against each other. Feyd allows himself to be intoxicated by you. The feeling was singular, he’d never been one for kissing but it was all he could do without causing you dishonour before the wedding ceremony. You wrap your arms around his neck and his muscular arms hold you close. 

“Tomorrow during your fight, don’t look up to me - just focus” you whisper.

“I will do as I please, no one will best me. In the arena I’m king” he speaks confidently. You. Go to withdraw but Feyd’s hands secure at your hips. His eyes challenge you.

“Do you trust me Feyd?” You ask and he takes a breath never breaking the eye contact.

“I don’t know … should I trust someone as perfect as you?” He asks reaching down to the hem of your dress and tearing the fabric up to your thighs. Your heart races with anticipation.

“Yes” you nod breathlessly in anticipation for his next move.

“May I request another present?”

“If you promise to heed my warning” you nod as he palms the flesh of your thigh. Your eyes close.

“May I taste you on my fingers and with my tongue?” Feyd asks.

“Taste me?” You ask, your uncertainty only thrills him more.

“It would make you feel good, I’d use my fingers to give you pleasure and kiss your centre” his words are illicit. Thinking back to his bedroom you hesitate thinking for the both of you.

“I don’t think we should Feyd, I don’t think it would stop there and you need to be focused tomorrow” you respond causing a guttural groan. Your heart aches for denying him.

“Goodnight” he says standing and putting you back on the ground. He storms to his bedroom. Confused and conflicted you head to the cleansing chambers feeling the sting of rejection. The automatic system does as it should, you cover your body conscious of the sconces and walk into the living room feeling restless. Seeing the separation of his skin as it was sliced is haunting. Such a gash would take a long recovery and impair his ability yo protect you physically, it would make him vulnerable. Dressed in a night set you pad over to the joining doors and place your hand in. It opens and you walk to Feyd’s bedroom. Knocking at the door his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you.

“Could we lay beside each other instead?” You ask trying to bridge the distance.

“We can” he says leading you back to your bedroom. You watch as he knowingly heads to the side of the bed you don’t sleep on. Your suspicions are confirmed, he has been watching you. It’s a strange thrill. He pulls back the covers and you do the same before lying down and Feyd-Rautha draws you into him. He’s all muscle and all man. His shirtless upper half is impressive and warm. You run your fingers over his sides enjoying the feel of his smooth skin.

“Thank you for my gift” he says placing one hand over your breasts and cupping it as you lay with your back to him.

“You’re welcome” you respond and he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Will you give yourself to me after the wedding?” He asks and you smile at his one track mind.

“Yes but you intimidate me Feyd” you confess. “I’ve never been with a man and I’m not sure life has prepared me for a man with your tastes” you confess amusing him. Moving quickly he positions himself over you and between your legs on his knees. He places his hand over your lady parts he presses a thumb against your entrance over your clothes and the sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Leaning down he kisses your lips pressing slow circles against you. 

“There” he says withdrawing his full lips from yours. “It would feel better than that” he explains going back onto his knees. “I would use your breasts to bring you over the edge too” he says touching your chest, Feyd never breaks eye contact as he kneads your breast over the fabric. Your nipples appear and he pinches one before kissing you gently. You miss the feel of his had at your centre and squirm under him as he deepens the kiss. You want him to show you everything he knows. “I’ll do my best not to hurt you” he whispers breaking the kiss and laying on his back. The dim light over the bed allows the two of you to see each other well. He slides his pants down and removes his cock. A large appendage that looks far more alive than those in the library books. It fills his hand and has a weight to it. Its tip is shaped reminiscent of a cherry and beautiful. It leaks clear liquid and he strokes it slowly without any reservations.

You feel swelling at your centre, and a heat there, the pull to Feyd is almost magnetic, it’s strong and undeniable. His eyes look to yours as he strokes himself lazily, more vivid than in your vision.

“Not before a fight” you whisper knowing the custom but he’s too far gone. With his free hand he pulls you into a kiss imagining its your wetness riding his cock with a vice grip. Your body completely naked under his your soft lips on his like they are now. His mouth all over you claiming you as he fucks you hard. He wanted to make you scream and moan for him and only him. He needed to hear those sounds play like a chorus over and over. He needed you feral for him, he needed you on your knees with your mouth open whenever he entered a room. He needed you waiting naked in his bed with your legs open. He needed your obedience, trust and devotion. You to be open to his toys and predilections. He needs all yeses, for all of his desires. He needs you to take control too, make your demands known and be unrelenting until he satisfies them. He needs to see his pleasure all over you and wearing it proudly.

Seizing the image of you covered in his cum sends him over the edge. You watch as his eyes shut and Feyd biceps flex, his body goes rigid and thick streams of cum sprout from him. His chest heaves his strong pectoral muscles fully flexed as is his neck. He looks vulnerable as he fights for air. He’s beautiful, something primal tells you that this is all your doing. That this is the effect you have on him. Wanting to honour it and him you step out of the bed with shaky legs you take a washcloth and run it under a warm tap. You feel his eyes on you as you return stepping into the bed you pull the drapes obscuring the view of the sconces.  Sitting beside him you place the cloth over the mess he’s made and begin to clean him off. He watches you without words still hard as you clean his manhood, stomach and hands. When you're finished you toss the cloth in the incinerator and wash your hands before returning to Feyd.

His eyes drink you in, his chest burning with love for you and the way you just took care of him. Nobody had ever been so gentle with him. Tucking himself away he reaches for you prepared to give you the world. There was no better gift, there never would be the you in his bed in his arms, no better gift then the wonder in your eyes as he pleasured himself. Exhausted and overwhelmed Feyd slips into sleep with his head on your bosom. Running your hands down his muscular back you begin a few Bene Gesserit mantras of protection over him, needing now more than ever before for him to be protected as your heart races because one of your visions had come to pass.

PART IV

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Thanks for reading 🩶 Don't forget to let me know what you think of this chapter, with a like comment and reblog.

I don't think Margot Fenring survives survived her attempted seduction of Feyd. Can they manage waiting until marriage? Are there more assignation attempts? Does the vision come to pass?

hmm....

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🌈CM Pride Challenge🏳️‍⚧️

The following are prompts including LGBTQA+ PRIDE! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

General Prompts 🏳️‍🌈

Coming out is so much harder the second time

Describe Character’s first kiss with the same gender

Describe Character(s) spending a day at a Pride parade

The team realizes that A&B were more than roommates

Penelope goes a little overboard on rainbow decorations at Characters’ wedding

Character's marriage mutually comes to an end when they come out... now what?

Character comes out at the same time they announce their new relationship to the team

Character A fears it’s too late for them to live authentically, and B assures them that’s not true

Character A gifts B something colored like their pride flag because “the colors reminded me of you”

Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it

Queer characters have a hard time deciding what their child should call them and come up with fun ideas

Character A goes to a LGBT bar with B as a wingperson (or maybe they want them, themselves?)

Anything else you can think of!

More prompts (transgender, assorted, dialogue) below!

Transgender Prompts 🏳️‍⚧️

Character A helps B get their first tailored dress/suit

Character A helps B shave and/or put on makeup

The couple is looking for gender neutral nicknames

Character A buys B specialty gender affirming lingerie

Character is casually referred to with an appropriately gendered nickname for the first time

Characters are renewing their vows and redoing their wedding photos following a coming out

Character A walks in on B wearing a new gender-affirming outfit and surprises them with an enthusiastic compliment

The team throws Character an impromptu first birthday party following their coming out (how did they get a banner so fast?!)

Character A buys B a gender affirming but stereotypical gift (sports jersey, neon pink purse, etc.) that they would otherwise hate (but find absolutely hilarious)

Specific Prompts 💝

[Bisexual] Character gets irritated when people reduce their sexuality to their current partner

[Bisexual] Character A is in a M/F relationship with B and worries that their queer identity will become invisible dating them

[Asexual] Characters explore different forms of non-sexual intimacy

[Asexual] Characters are both asexual but too nervous to tell one another. They awkwardly attempt to have sex but end up laughing at how ridiculous they feel.

Dialogue Prompts 💐

“Are they… flirting?” “Big time.”

“I got to fall in love with you twice.”

“To be seen is to be loved." "I see you.”

“Be gay, do crimes.” “Aren’t you a cop?”

“There is no heterosexual explanation for that.”

“Life is very different once you find your people.”

“Cardinals and hydrangeas can change. Why not you?”

“You're still the person I love. Nothing will change that.”

“We both wear pants. Makes it easier to kick your ass.”

“It’s never felt like this before. I've never felt like this before.”

“I guess it makes sense now why it never worked out with my exes.”

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at? ("She" by Dodie)

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[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

mapi in her latest instagram post🥹 (and i love how bagheera gets a special message in catalan!)

"what i needed to tell you (part 1):

what has ended is a different season for me, full of learning, hard work and lots of love from my loved ones because they have had to take care of me like i haven't needed for a long time.

i am very grateful to everyone who has made it possible for me to be back in the field, but i have to make some special mentions.

to my parents who came and took care of me almost every day since i got injured, maybe you will say that it is normal because they are my parents, but all the love and affection they have given me, i am sure that without them it would have been much more complicated. THANK YOU, i can't have better parents. ❤️

and to you, ingrid, for taking care of me, putting up with me, being there every day and giving me strength even though the season has been very intense for everyone and you already had enough with taking my position, i hope i have helped you "with my tricks" 😉😊 THANK YOU my heart. 🩷

during this time in which i have not traveled with the team, it has given me time to spend much more time with my friends, which have been an escape and a lot of laughs that i am infinitely grateful because sometimes we forget that life is also this, spend time with your loved ones and enjoy that company that we miss so much for our profession but obviously is what we choose because it is what we love, our beloved football. so THANK YOU friends, for existing and being (present), i feel very lucky to have you. 🧡

bagheera, i love you very much. you have been the best company. 🖤

and i know it has nothing to do with this but i take this opportunity to thank all the people who congratulated me on my birthday, i'm a bit of a mess with messages and i haven't answered yet, i have it in mind but just in case thank you all very much. 🥰🙏🏼"

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[babygirl-riley]

I heard there is an unwritten rule in military that no pda in the camp. So when y/n visits Ghost and tried to hug or hold his hand, they got denied and they're confused as fuck 😂

Uh…

You have been dating Simon for only 6 months, when Simon said that you can come on base. He wasn’t acting the same.

A/N: Oh man that would be a wild situation 🤭 Little angsty but it has a happy ending.

PSA: This doesn’t happen on bases however it will be done 🖤 Just because it has been requested it shall be done 🖤

“It’s like you can read my mind. Cause you get the message somehow.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You were nervous yet excited about seeing Simon and meeting the team. You and Simon have been dating for a year now, when Price brought up that you should come on base since they were celebrating Price’s birthday. Simon was at first hesitant only cause he as usual just nervous for you to meet people that he worked with because of his line of work.

When Simon came back from an assignment he was eating dinner you made. It was silent, comfortable silence as he kept looking at you. You blushed and giggled. “Simon you can take a picture it last longer babe.”

Simon chuckled and inhaled deeply, which made you have your full attention. He shook his head then looked down at the food. “Come to base tomorrow. Price’s birthday.”

You went silent for a moment before nodding your head. “You sure?”

Simon nodded as he continued to eat. You smiled and nodded as well finishing up your food. You could tell he was nervous just by how his eyes told the story. His leg bouncing after you accepted. Him not looking at you for a moment. You understood after he explained why he didn’t want you to meet his friends. His comrades.

After being accepted i’m coming through the base. You tapped the steering wheel being guided to the guest parking. You adjusted the lanyard that labeled ‘Guest’ on the front. Going through security was easy as you looked up Simon stood at the end. Wearing his known balaclava, you smiled as you walked up to him about to hug him.

He turned to the side and placed his hand between your shoulders. At first you felt a ping in your chest before brushing it off. “Hello baby,” He said softly as he guided you to the sound of a small party. “Glad ya hear.”

You nodded and smiled up at him about to grab his hand before you heard a scottish man. “Lass!”

You looked up to see a mohawk man walk his way towards the both of you. “Lass?” You whispered as Simon nodded once.

“It’s you.” He mumbled a bit before the man tapped Simon’s shoulder a couple of times.

The man looked down at you then Simon then you. “Jus’ a nickname for all our favorite women. Right Lt?” He chuckled tapping his shoulder again.

Simon hummed and you looked at the man smiling. “Favorites huh? Don’t even know your name and already the favorite.” You laughed.

Soap chuckled and nodded. “Lt talks about ya here and there.”

You smiled at him as he looked down at you. Oh he was red, you could tell by how he looked away then forward. “Better get to the party yeah?” Simon said walking forward.

Soap was the name of the man, he talked to you and asked questions like how long have you and Simon been together? Will you get married? Children? What’s your favorite color? The normal things. It eased your nerves once you stepped into the room.

Soap introduced you to Gaz and the birthday man himself, Price. They were all so kind and generous, introducing yourself to their girlfriends/wives. The night was fun, you would try to grab ahold of Simon but he would gently take you off or move on. It really got you when you tried to hold his pinkie, you knew he hated PDA but would do at least that. Instead he moved his drink to that hand.

It confused you more and more and angered you until you were able to get him alone try to build up the courage to ask him. “It’s a good party.” You said as you stood next to him. You couldn’t it wasn’t the place you kept thinking so you let it go.

“It is, thank you for comin’ love.” He said looking over the party.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Of course anytime.” Simon noticed your nervousness. He noticed the eye glances in the room. Just confused on what he did or what happened.

You and him knew this wasn’t the place. Not right now. It wasn’t until Simon told you that he would meet you at home. You stood quietly as you nodded and got into your SUV. Shit. He forgot to mention about the no touch policy on base. The wives and girlfriends knew of course but he blanked on telling you.

So when he got home with you crying in the bathroom quietly he knocked softly. “Lovie?”

“Yes?” You asked sounding like you were fixing yourself up.

“Wanna take a shower?” Simon tapped his foot nervously.

“No.” You said quickly before fiddling with the door and pushing past him. “I am going to bed.”

Simon watched as you ripped your clothes off and skimming through your dresser. Putting on a long shirt (that was his) and sitting on your side of bed. Grabbing lotion and lathering your legs. He stood there for a moment before going around the bed to your side.

“Love,” He whispered as you avoided his stare. He smirked before grabbing your chin. “Baby,” You looked up at him with puffy red eyes. His heart broke as you looked down again. “‘M sorry I forgot to tell ya about the no PDA on base.”

You glared with confusion and looked at him. “What do you mean?”

Simon sat next to you putting his hand on your leg. “Yeah, the bastard on that base is very hard on it. We were barely were able ‘bout havin’ a get together.”

You sniffed as you sighed. “I did notice that Price’s wife wasn’t even near him at times even then.”

Simon nodded as he rubbed his thumb up and down. “Sorry.”

“No you aren’t into a PDA anyways. Just missed you.” You whispered as a smile formed on your face.

Simon chuckled as he kissed your forehead. “I did too lovie,” You both kissed before he sighed. “Wanna shower now?”

You chuckled. “Yeah.”

[x-reader-theater]

Secret Messages from a Lover

summary: While you're streaming, your boyfriend sends you a message.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns are used.)

word count: 670

warnings: none.

a/n: i really just needed to write something so self-indulgent because god i want this so bad. i figured others want it too. i've been so depressed lately that I just need a little fantasy, you know? my requests are open, and you can find my request rules here.

“God, that video is so fucking funny,” you say, pulling your blanket around your shoulders tighter with one hand while the other brings your patterned tumbler with the sparkly straw up to your mouth, so you can drink your water. Your knees pull further up to your chest, which is easily done in your very spacious gaming chair. “OTV never fucking misses.”

You press a button on your stream deck, switching from the video you were just watching to your face, with chat scrolling in the top left-hand corner. You take another sip from your tumbler and pick out one of the comments passing by, scrolling to stop it from moving as you read it aloud.

“Were you on the newest Fear& episode? I was. QT, Hasan, Will, and I just kinda chatted for a bit. That was a good fucking episode, though,” you say with a grin. “Love those guys. QT especially, she’s fucking hilarious. She makes me laugh so fucking hard whenever I talk to her, even if we disagree on Taylor Swift.”

You keep scrolling back down, so you can keep seeing the comments when another one jumps out at you. “Are you gonna keep streaming? Yeah, chatter, I actually just started before that OTV video. I think Toast is gonna invite me to some Pico Park today? If not, I’ll just play some Valorant or something to pass the time. I gotta git good if I wanna beat, well, anyone,” you admit with a laugh, hiding your shame by taking another drink of water.

You see your phone light up in front of you. It’s a Discord notification, which you quickly check on your second monitor, assuming it’s Toast inviting you to the Discord call.

It’s not. It’s your boyfriend, Corpse.

“You look so cute today babe. You look so cosy wrapped up in your blanket and your smile is so bright. I'll never get tired of seeing it. I love you and have a good stream 🖤”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that, and you take a sip of your water to try and hide your reaction. You haven’t told anyone you're dating Corpse yet, and you have no plans on it any time soon, but he makes you so happy you find it hard not to blurt it out whenever you can.

You send back a bunch of yellow hearts and an “I love you too!!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛”, biting your lip as you type on your very satisfying, clack-y keyboard.

That’s when you get the notification from Toast to join the shared call.

“Ah! Toast’s calling!” you exclaim for the benefit of your audience.

You quickly join the call, the connection sound filling you comfortable, over the ear headphones.

“Hey! What’s up!” you say into the call, getting a couple of “Hey!”’s and “Hello!”’s back.

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “What’s up.”

“Corpse!” You’re grinning at this point as you continue, “I didn't know you were gonna be playing!”

“Uh, yeah. Toast invited me last minute. Surprise?” he says like it’s a bad thing.

“We haven’t played anything together in a while and I saw him online and thought, ‘Fuck it,’ yaknow?” Toast asks and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s good to talk to you again, Corpse,” you say, setting your tumbler down on your desk. He got you that tumbler for your birthday not long ago, and it’s your favourite thing you own. He also got you the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders for your six-month anniversary, and it’s the warmest blanket in your house. You always wear it when you stream because the A/C is always blasting.

“It’s good to talk to you too,” you say, shivering as your heart hammers at his words.

You begin loading up Pico Park, just listening to everyone talk to each other, when you get another notification on Discord.

“I love you 🖤” it says.

“I love you too 💛” you reply, smiling into the camera for just a moment, just for him.

[comphy-and-cozy]

The After Party II

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (f) x Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: A year after your illicit tryst with your current fling and your ex-fling, you meet again. Part two to The After Party.

Word Count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving (vaginal)), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving), double penetration, mild cumplay. **Please do your research before engaging in any sexual activity but especially anal sex. This is fiction and by no means any indication of how one should prepare. :)

Author's Note: happy belated birthday, @smileysvech! I hope your bday gang bang 2.0 makes this year's celebration one to remember. thank you for being my biggest cheerleader and for all of your unwavering support. 😘🖤

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The party is unlike one you’ve ever been to. Like a themed sorority bid night, but with a much higher budget; the decor is elaborate, a sea of blacks and reds and glitter. Candles illuminate the room, making the atmosphere feel dark. Ornate. Indulgent.

Your boyfriend dons a black leather jacket and black jeans that accentuate his thick thighs. His jacket is completely unzipped, revealing more than a tantalizing sliver of his toned, golden muscles; they’re all but bare, the deep cut lines of his abdomen, an opportunity to show off his impressive body. The silver cross branded on his bare sternum is a stark contrast to the crown of thorns perched on his head. Judas.

Your dress contrasts his outfit entirely; lace and ivory wrapped around your body, the corset bodice hugging your figure. It’s demure, but the gold necklace—a 37 sitting prettily on your exposed chest—draws the eye down to your cleavage, a sexy twist to the otherwise sweet, shy, virtuous look. Thick, feathery wings glitter on your back, enhancing the angelic look, complete with a pretty, glittering rhinestone crown—symbolic of a halo. 

A light to his dark, day to his night, heaven to his hell. Andrei’s angel. 

His brand on you runs far deeper than his name etched onto your back at his games, and though your claim on him is invisible, he wears it proudly on his chest, seizing every opportunity to show you off as his girl. It’s been there since before he made you his girlfriend, officially, but it’s only grown since then in the last year that you’ve been together.

Tonight is no exception. Andrei’s hand lingers on your side, a silent message to anyone who would dare to question who you belong to. You’re not typically one for the whole possession thing, but you can’t deny him—not when he looks at you like that.

You mingle, sipping on your cocktail, enjoying the night of frivolity—one of the last before the final push of the season and preparation for playoffs begins. Nykki and Martin make their way to you two, and eventually, the two boys depart in favor of who knows what shenanigans. 

Across the room, talking to two pretty leather-clad demons, is the handsome brunette from your past. His handsome, warm smile is plastered across his face, no doubt letting some pretty words doused in honey drip from his mouth. You ignore the pang of—something—that bubbles in your chest at the sight, not even wanting to spend the time identifying what it is.

As if he can sense it, his eyes glance up and lock with yours for the briefest of moments. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he lifts his beer to his mouth, winking so quickly you’re not sure if you imagined it. The next moment, he’s back to his flirtatious antics, laughing jovially at the taller of the two girls flanking either side of him.

You return to your conversation with Nykki, though you feel his gaze flitting back to you, burning a hole in your side, tempting you to look his way. Glittering disco balls hang from the ceiling, illuminating the walls with the light from the candles’ flames, and you ignore the urge to glance over at him again.

“Your outfit is so cute,” Nykki’s saying, fingers caressing the feathers on your wings. “And I love your wings!”

With a smile, you thank her. “I was going for a bit of a sexy angel vibe, you know?”

“I’m sure Andrei appreciates that very much,” she replies with a knowing smirk and a gentle nudge of your elbow. You chance a look back to the corner of the room, but the handsome brunette you’ve been making eyes at is gone; you don’t dare to turn your head to look for him, not standing next to Nykki. 

Soon enough, she gets called away, and you’re left alone, uncomfortably vulnerable at a party where you still don’t quite feel like you belong, despite having attended several events as Andrei’s other half. Swirling the ice in your cocktail glass, you’re about to down the rest of your drink so that you can head back to the bar before you search for your boyfriend. As the rim of the glass touches your lips, you feel a looming presence approach your left side.

“Should’ve known you’d copy me,” says a voice that you know all too well. Out of instinct, your head turns and you’re blessed with the sight of Brady, up close and personal. His dark hair, peppered with gray, is messy, styled that way, a strand falling lazily in his face—he looks more like James Dean than an angel, with the suave and confident demeanor. 

“I think I look way more angelic than you,” you say, eyeing the loosely buttoned linen top and expanse of his chest. He looks so effortlessly cool, the high-waisted, wide-legged ivory slacks hanging loosely as he’s leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalant swagger.

He watches you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. The beer bottle rests loosely between two fingers and his thumb. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Your face grows hot at the callout and your eyes dart away, embarrassed. You’re sure he’s smirking now, feeling the burn from his gaze.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Brady’s voice is lower as he says it, almost like he’s dropped the confident, playboy facade. You thank him shyly, and in the blink of an eye, the curtain’s back up, the smirk plastered back on his face.

“Where’s your man?” he asks casually. He might as well have been glancing at his nails, but you have the feeling his question is far from innocent.

“Think he’s out playing Spikeball on the patio,” you reply, head craning to try and spot him through the window. He’s exactly where you thought, grinning after slamming the ball into the net, fist bumping Marty in celebration. You smile.

“And he left you alone? Looking like that?”

You shoot Brady a glance, the bold flirtation alerting you to his potential motives. It is his birthday, after all, and you certainly gave him a birthday to remember last year. 

Your eyebrow raises. “What’s it to you?” 

“Well,” he says, slipping a hand into his pocket, “I know if you were my girl, I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

Heat floods your body, white hot and scorching straight through your bloodstream at his blunt words. You sip at your drink, desperate for something to alleviate the dryness in your throat. “That’s not very angelic of you to say, Saint Skjei.” 

“Aww, but baby, we both know you’re far from angelic. Don’t we?”

This time, in addition to the warmth on your cheeks, you also feel a deep throb between your legs. His words beckon a flashback of strong hands—4 of them—caressing your body, driving you to the height of pleasure; of the feeling of being so delightfully full. 

“Baby, come outside and—oh, shit, hey, Skjeisy,” Andrei’s deep voice echoes, veering from his path to you to give his teammate a clap on his back. “Birthday brother.”

Brady offers your boyfriend a wide grin and a clink of his bottle against Andrei’s glass. Your cheeks burn as they flank you, tall and looming and so large compared to you. The memory of last year’s celebration lingers, flooding your mind with a foggy heat that suddenly makes it a little bit hard to breathe.

“What’re you up to?” he asks, looking at you with a smile, like he can see the mist clouding your brain. “What’d I miss?”

“Just telling your beautiful girlfriend how fuckable she looks,” Brady says, unabashed. If you weren’t used to his antics by now, you’d be surprised at his boldness.

Andrei pauses for the briefest of moments, registering the implication behind his friend’s words before he’s turning to look at you, a mischievous expression on his face. “She does, doesn’t she?”

By now, your pulse is racing, practically sweating under the heated gaze of both men standing before you. You watch both of their eyes roving over your figure, undoubtedly envisioning filthy things; you wonder if either of them notice the way your pulse beats in your throat.

“Malyshka, tell him what I told you earlier tonight.” Andrei’s command is gentle, light-hearted, but there’s a longing behind them. 

Surging heat goes straight to your cheeks, burning at having to repeat Andrei’s words. You glance at him, and he nods encouragingly. So you swallow, murmuring, “Y-you said you were gonna fuck me how I deserved to be fucked tonight.”

Amusement flickers in Brady’s eyes, along with a blue flame that matches the one glowing inside you. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Like the only girl lucky enough to fuck me on my birthday,” Andrei finishes for you. A statement of pride; pride in the ownership you have over him, too. 

The fire in Brady’s irises grows, burning bright. You watch an entire cinema of filthy thoughts run through his mind; you’re sure all three of you are thinking the same thing—it’s Brady’s birthday, too. And you are a lucky, lucky girl.

Tension is thick in your little triangle, almost like you’re sizing each other up. Andrei’s eyes dance to yours, and he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear, “You want him to come home with us, dorogoy?”

Your gaze locks with Brady’s, who couldn’t have heard your boyfriend’s question, but looks like he’s waiting for your answer all the same. Keeping your eyes on his melted chocolate ones, your only reply is a subtle nod, and you feel Andrei’s smile against your cheek.

Twenty minutes later, you step into Andrei’s apartment after the world’s most excruciating Uber ride with the heat of Brady’s leg pressed against yours, his hand drawing slow, teasing circles on the inside of your thigh. Andrei had sat in the passenger seat, making idle conversation with the driver, Brady chiming in regularly, as if he wasn’t driving you into a slow descent into insanity. It was almost enough to make you mad, had you not been spending all of your effort trying not to make a mess on the Uber’s leather seats. 

You watch the way Brady’s eyes flare with heat when he follows the two of you into the kitchen, eyeing the quartz countertop. His eyebrow arches with a glance at Andrei, a silent message sent in the quiet of his apartment. The brunette slinks up beside you, a warm hand caressing your waist, and all at once you remember.

“I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

He catches your eye, a wink at you as if he knows you’re remembering his words. “So pretty.”

“So are you,” you whisper shyly. His lips curl into a grin, making him look even more handsome. 

Brady stalks closer to you, all too similar to a predator stalking its prey; the only thing missing is David Attenborough’s dulcet tones, narrating his actions like a wildlife documentary. Despite the itch in the tips of your fingers to touch his skin, to drag your hands through his hair, you back away from him until you’re caught between the kitchen island and his large, looming body. Andrei seems content to watch the scene in front of him play out, standing behind you on the opposite side of the island. 

“Wanna kiss you,” Brady says, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes move to your lips. Your throat bobs in anticipation as you feel the edge of the countertop pressed into your lower back, trapped between Brady’s body and the island. “Can I?”

You nod, but you see Brady’s eyes flick behind you, silently seeking approval from your boyfriend. Andrei must have given it, for the next moment, Brady’s smiling, hand moving to thread through the curls you’d styled earlier that day. His lips brush against yours, feather light, teasing, waiting.

The pause is agonizing, time momentarily standing still as your heart thuds against your chest before Brady finally, finally presses forward to kiss you fully. It’s sweet, far sweeter than the mischievous glint in his eye or the seductive lines he’d traced on your leg in the Uber; for a moment, he really is the angel he’s dressed as instead of the carefully hidden sinner’s persona.

It doesn’t take long for Brady to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands move from your waist to knead at the globes of your ass. His lips curl upward as he swallows your moan, lifting you easily to set you on the countertop. Warm hands slide up the front of your bare thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress up to reveal bare, sensitive skin.

The shift in position allows you to press your body into him, knees settling on either side of his hips as he steps between your legs. Your makeout gradually shifts from sweet and timid to passionate and scorching, whimpers slipping out of your throat as his hands slide the straps of your wings off your shoulders. 

Brady’s lips trail over your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine when his lips find the spot on your neck that makes your toes curl. Your head falls back, allowing him easier access to suck a mark into the tender skin. He places a hand behind your head, supporting your neck, guiding you slowly down onto your back.

The countertop is cool against your bare shoulders, your large, feathery wings no longer digging into your skin. You shiver, not from the temperature of the quartz, but the heat from Brady’s gaze as he tears his lips away from you, standing slowly. His hands blaze fire down your legs, trailing a fingertip lightly down your calf before grasping an ankle in each hand, making a slow show of spreading your legs. 

“Forgot you like to wear these little tiny things you call underwear,” he muses, running a thumb along the sodden lace covering your modesty. 

Andrei, no longer interested in sitting on the sidelines, lets his palm coast over your chest, over your breast, over the bunched up fabric from your skirt, feeling for himself what Brady describes. “You’re soaked already, malyshka.”

Already, just the touch of their hands on your body lights it on fire, and you sigh as Brady’s thumbs rub gentle circles into your calves. Your pulse quickens, nipples instantly hardening when Andrei pushes the top of your corset top down your torso, freeing your breasts. His hand offers a small reprieve from the cool air when it massages one of your breasts, humming approvingly at the way your spine arches into his touch.

“He’s good with his hands, isn’t he?” Brady coos.

You nod, and Andrei smirks at you. Lord knows how many times he’d brought you to a euphoric release with just his hands alone, skilled and strong and wicked in their promise. As if to prove the point, he pinches your peaked nipple between two fingers, earning a yelp from your mouth. But then his hand trails farther, two large fingers digging into the damp lace and tugging it to the side; you gasp quietly at the cool air that hits your most intimate area, the sound melding into more of a moan when you see the heat in Brady’s eyes as he gazes at your folds.

The dynamic is clear: Andrei, revealing you to his friend, presenting you on a platter—or, in this case, his kitchen counter.

“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” Brady comments, his voice low and husky. “Not really.”

Your core clenches at his words, anticipation buzzing through you. Brady smiles, licking his lips. Above you, Andrei nods once, and the brunette needs no more encouragement to sink lower until he’s eye-level with your cunt. He draws a finger through your center, collecting some of the dripping nectar with a click of his tongue.

“This for him,” he asks, jerking his head toward Andrei, who has resumed the gentle knead and massage of your breasts, “or me?”

Another pinch of your nipple has you whimpering. “Wh-who says it can’t be both?”

A low chuckle sounds from Brady’s throat, a smug smile curling up on his handsome face. “Knew you liked being shared, pretty girl, just didn’t know how much.”

He delves into your core like a man starved, long laves of his tongue ending with a flick against your sensitive clit. By instinct, your back arches and your hips raise to meet his mouth, seeking out more of the pleasure that blooms through your body as he presses his face against you. “So sweet, baby.”

Brady is good with his mouth, and he knows it. Expertly, he alters between flat licks of his tongue and sucking gently on your clit, with a precision only someone with experience can manage. It doesn’t take him long to remember what makes you tick, how you gush around his tongue when he slides it inside of you and fucks you with it. 

Just as the energy starts to build deep within you, you’re crying out when he abruptly tears himself away from you. “Brady—”

“Hmm?” he asks, sharing an amused look with Andrei. “What’s wrong?”

“Need—need your mouth.” You can’t help the whine that accompanies your words, the desperation that crawls under your skin.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” 

You lick your lips, guiltily glancing back to catch Andrei, an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk painted on his face. 

“He has a nice mouth,” you say, as if to justify your unrestrained desire for the man who isn’t your boyfriend. 

Andrei hums. “So do you, kisa. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Lay your head back for me.”

You do as told, and Andrei tugs you toward him a few inches so your head is leaning off of the countertop. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Andrei leans down to kiss you, soft and slow, and you sigh into him, the familiarity of his mouth helping to alleviate some of your nerves; the pulse between your legs is all but forgotten under his attention. As he pulls away, he purses his lips, dropping a long, thick wad of saliva into your open mouth. You feel the slow drip of it against your tongue, slipping down your throat as you swallow obediently. 

“Khoroshaya deovochka,” he murmurs as he stands to his full height. Good girl.

The praise makes your nipples tighten as you shiver. You can feel Brady’s hot breath on your inner thigh, can feel the heat from his gaze as he takes in the sight of your open, wet, waiting core. His lips against your skin makes you jolt slightly, a sigh breathed out against Andrei’s tip pressed against your lips.

“God, I missed eating this pretty pussy,” Brady says, his tongue flitting against your entrance, teasing you. You can feel the way your pussy throbs under his attention, like she knows she’s mere moments away from relief.

Andrei chuckles lowly, his eyes no doubt stuck on the brunette working his way between your thighs. Your own throat bobs in anticipation, waiting for Andrei to push his tip past your lips and into your open mouth.

Then, as if following a countdown that only they could hear, Brady’s fingers broach your eager entrance, simultaneous with the gentle push of Andrei’s length to meet your tongue. Swiftly, steadily, they fill you up with a practiced precision that makes your toes curl, the sensation so complete and fulfilling—pun intended. 

Your Russian is patient, feeling the gasp as Brady works another finger into you before his hand slips into your hair, holding your neck steady while he presses his hips forward. He tests his own restraint, inching in and out while your mouth and throat accommodate and adjust to his size, your tongue flatting against the top of him.

Brady’s mouth joins his fingers, sure to catch the slick pooling around your entrance; he probes and teases with the tip of his tongue, taking his time to re-learn what makes your spine arch and the breath catch in your throat. He groans, exhaling lowly against your center, eyes fluttering closed as he savors the taste of you.

“So fucking sweet. Svech, do me a favor and fuck her face a little harder so I can feel her gush on my tongue.”

“Aye aye,” Andrei says with a smirk, a mock salute before his other hand is placed on the other side of your neck, stabilizing your face before he gently picks up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes water at the intrusion, at the different angle of his cock in your throat, breathing steadily through your nose.

Soon enough, your boyfriend has a consistent rhythm, and any whine you want to let out is blocked by his length lodged in your airway. He hums, smugness dripping from his voice, “Love watching the outline of my cock in your throat, kisa. You take me so well.”

The praise alone makes heat surge to your core, right into Brady’s eager mouth, and he moans, choking out, “That’s it, baby.”

His pace picks up, directly correlating to the flutter in your belly, to Brady’s tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips roll against his face, seeking out that delicious friction that will have you hurtling into euphoria. His head is too far to reach with your arms, so you occupy your hands by taking to your breasts, massaging and tweaking at your nipples while Andrei continues his rough thrusts. Streaks of saliva marr your face, frothy and wet, leaving filthy evidence on his usually pristine kitchen floor.

For a fleeting second, you wonder what this must look like; you, spread wide and waiting on your boyfriend’s counter, getting stuffed at both ends by two handsome, talented men, both eager to drive you to your peak. It’s the image of your body between them that has your release barreling through you, a choked groan sounding out despite the intrusion in your throat. Brady groans, mingled curses and praises slipping out while he works you through the waves of your climax.

Andrei doesn’t let up, not until Brady’s pulling away from the apex of your thighs, the scar on his chin coated with your orgasm. He helps you up, admiring the swell of your lips and the tear tracks on your face before he smiles and presses a wet, musky kiss against your lips. “So pretty. Even prettier when your face is a mess like this.”

“You wanna take her cunt this time? My treat.” Andrei asks with a grin wide enough to reveal his missing tooth.

“I’d be honored,” Brady says with a mock nod of his head, his eyes flicking to yours with a mischievous grin.

“C’mon, malyshka,” Andrei murmurs, lifting you easily in his arms to take you into the bedroom. He deposits you on the bed, positioning you to leave room for Brady to follow and kneel before you. Your eyes draw to the bulge in his pants, the thin fabric doing little to hide his modesty as Andrei helps you to remove what’s left of your costume.

“You want it?” he asks in a teasing tone. 

“You got to taste me,” you say, blinking up at him. “It’s only fair I get to return the favor.”

Andrei sniggers at your quick remark. “So eager, my pretty little slut.”

The name sends heat coursing through your body, radiating particularly between your legs. Brady moves to remove his expensive trousers, and soon, you’re presented with a mouth-watering view of his very impressive, very erect length. Your tongue slips out to lick your lips, eager to feel the weight of him in your mouth.

Of course, Brady can’t resist teasing you, gripping himself loosely as he taps his tip against your cheek. Your mouth opens, impatient, but he doesn’t give you what you want; not yet. Instead, he drags the head across your lips, slow, teasing, agonizing. 

“What a good girl,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself, but then he winks at you. “So obedient.”

Brady’s instruction is simple, just a soft, “tongue out,” before he’s running his tip over it, pressing himself firmly against your tongue. You sigh out at the taste of him, precum already dripping onto your waiting taste buds, earnestly wrapping your lips around his tip as you take him into your mouth.

Beside you, Andrei draws the slightest attention back to himself by divesting himself of his clothes, dropping unceremoniously to the floor. You feel a warm, large hand running along the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a squeeze before his fingers probe lightly at your entrance, testing the slickness he finds there. 

As you work at Brady’s length, jaw opening wider to fit more of him into your mouth, Andrei’s hand slides up just a few inches higher, and all at once the agreement from earlier sinks in.

If Brady was going to fuck your pussy, then that means…

Almost like he’s reading your mind, Andrei chuckles behind you when you gasp with realization. Not long after, the pad of his finger presses gently against the tight bud, teasing and prodding. For a brief moment, you tear yourself away from Brady to crane your head, just in time to see Andrei spitting onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before bringing his hand back down to your backside. He smirks at you, then winks at Brady as his first finger teases you, your mouth falling open at the feeling—not enough.

But Brady clears his throat, not pleased with the lack of attention, and his hand gently turns your head back to face him. “Back to work, sweet girl.”

Ever eager to serve, you do as you’re told, only this time, you moan around Brady’s length as Andrei presses the tip of his finger past the puckered ring. Slowly, he eases it in, carefully testing the depth with slow, gentle pulses as your body relaxes to the foreign sensation. Your tongue lolls against Brady, whimpering as you do your best to stay focused on him.

Whether it’s to help you or just to show some dominance, you aren’t sure, but soon Brady’s hand is threading through your hair, gripping it into a ponytail at the base of your skull. Slowly, he pushes your head forward, watching the way his length slides between your lips. The beautiful brown of his eyes lock with yours, monitoring your reaction as he gradually increases the pace. His hold is firm, the tug on your hair just hard enough to have you shivering.

Soon enough, he’s fucking your throat, and Andrei’s eased two fingers into you, priming you for what’s to come. Spit, drool, and tears track your face, a frothy mixture pooling at your lips when Brady finally pulls out. He smiles, admiring his handiwork. “Love that throat of yours.”

Andrei hums behind you, his thumb brushing against your clit and nearly making you jump. “Baby, you’re dripping. You like when Brady fucks that pretty mouth?”

You nod, licking your lips with a smile. Brady winks at you. “Love fucking all of your holes, darlin’.”

A fresh wave of heat gushes between your legs, accompanied by a slap to your ass and a Russian curse. His fingers flex inside of you gently working you open. “Get to it, then,” you challenge him.

“Aw, baby, I’m flattered,” he says with another smug smile. “But I think I want to watch that pretty boyfriend of yours fuck your pretty little ass first.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you turn to look at Andrei as he’s retrieving his bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. The liquid is cold on your skin, warmed quickly by his hand, finger pressing into you. He eases you open, adding another finger, and then another, until he deems you ready for his more than considerable length. 

“Ready, malyshka?”

You cast a glance at Brady, who smirks at you with darkened eyes, like the sight of you on your hands and knees and three fingers in your ass is nearly sending him over the edge. “Fuck me, Drei.”

When Andrei presses into you, you wince at the stretch as you adjust to the sensation. He sucks in a breath, murmuring a low curse in Russian. Gripping your sides, his hands squeeze tightly as he waits patiently for your approval to keep going.

Brady hums as he greedily drinks in the sight of you. He murmurs low, filthy promises to you, watching intently as Andrei patiently pushes deeper; your mouth falls open as your body adjusts to the stretch, his more-than-adequate width nearly enough to make your eyes cross. 

“Doin’ so good for me,” is Andrei’s gentle purr, groaning as he starts low, shallow thrusts. Your fingers grip into the bedsheets, gasping out. By the time he’s thrusting at a steady pace, tears are already pricking at your eyes from how blissfully sinful it feels, his tip directly nudging into the spot that makes you see stars. 

Andrei fucks you thoroughly, until you’re a mumbling, shaking mess. Your body arches as his large hand traces its way down your spine, coming to rest at the base of your neck; he presses you down into the mattress, just slightly, just enough to make your breathing a bit more labored. He leans forward, too, and you cry out when the action shifts his cock even deeper inside of you. Lips dot gentle kisses against your shoulder blades, accompanied by slow, shallow thrusts as your body trembles beneath him.

“Come,” is all he says; a command and a plea all at once. He doesn’t have to say anything else, only keep his movements steady until you cry out loudly as your release radiates through every bone in your body.

Your Russian is patient, coaxing out the final waves of your orgasm as your thighs tremble from the force of it. Brain foggy, you register the feeling of fingers carding through your hair, soothing you as your vision begins to come back to you. Soon enough, you float back into reality and Andrei smiles, warm enough to feel your heart start to melt at the sight.

“C’mere,” he says, wrapping his arms solidly around you and falling onto his back, bringing you with him. Brady’s figure steps between your legs, large and looming, his eyes glued to where Andrei’s cock is still stuffed deep inside your hole. All at once, the warmth in your heart quickly turns back into desire, and your core flutters.

“You gonna fuck me, too?” Your voice is laced with challenge, a teasing lilt in your tone. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Brady quips, a dark eyebrow raised in amusement. “Want me to fuck this tight little cunt?”

“S’your birthday gift,” you say, and Andrei chest shakes with a chuckle beneath your back. Brady smiles, his eyes dragging to the place in question, spread open and waiting for him.

“Lucky me,” is his hummed response, moving his hand forward to rub a slow circle over your clit with his thumb. You whine, and Andrei pinches your sides in a silent command, holding you steady. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his weight solid and strong beneath you—holding your body up without any effort, it seems. One of the many, many benefits of having a boyfriend who is a Big Boy.

Brady snaps your attention back to him when he steps closer to the apex of your thighs, fisting his erection as he lines himself up. His eyes, brown and molten, are transfixed on the way the tip of his cock slips into your eager and waiting entrance; he lets out a grunt at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him.

You, on the other hand, are completely speechless—you’ve forgotten how to speak entirely, only nonsensical babbling slipping from your mouth. The feeling has you unable to focus on any one thing, consumed by how fucking good it feels to have both of them buried deep.

The two men work in sync, wordless, the same silent telepathy that they used earlier. In. Out. In. Out. Pleasure blossoms between your legs, tingly and warm as it spreads through your core, up your limbs, to the tips of your fingers and toes; you aren’t sure where you end and they begin.

“Kisa,” Andrei’s deep voice rumbles beneath you, murmuring lowly in your ear. “Feel good?”

You open your mouth to reply—yes, God, yes—but all that comes out is a jumbled moan, lilted higher when Brady presses in just that little bit deeper. He laughs, thumbs gripping your thighs tightly as he holds you open. “You kidding, Svech? Your girl loves being stuffed full of dick. These slutty little holes are drooling all over us.”

Brady’s words earn a low flutter—whether in your belly or in another area, you aren’t quite sure—but based on the growl that slips from Andrei, you’re inclined to believe the latter. His hand slinks up your side to massage at your breast, the other branding fingertip-shaped marks into your hip. “That true, dorogoy?”

Because your brain is in the process of being fucked into mush, it’s all you can do to nod, a weak, “Yes” tumbling out of your mouth. His breath is hot against your shoulder, murmurs of Russian curses low in your ear. “How lucky am I, huh? My gorgeous girl, treating me and my friend so good on our birthday.”

The deep purr of praise is like a catalyst to the heat in your veins, setting it ablaze through every cell in your body. Your back arches off of Andrei’s warm torso, and this time you’re sure that you clench tightly around both of them.

“Drei,” you sigh, “please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-come… make me… c-come—”

Brady smiles while his thumb resumes the same steady, circular motion on your clit, like he can’t decide if he’s amused or turned on at your desperate plea. For Andrei, though, it’s no laughing matter; suddenly, his thrusts become even steadier, more sure. He’s determined, hips setting a metronome that contrasts Brady’s pace, speeding up ever so slightly.

When your climax hits, it’s like time stands still: your breath, frozen in your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, a snapshot taken just as the fire ignites at the place where Andrei and Brady meet inside of you. Your body tenses, spine rigid as your legs begin to shake in Brady’s strong hands, doing little to absorb the ripple effect of your orgasm. 

“Shiiiiit,” the brunette groans, amid the mish mash of Russian and English pouring from Andrei’s mouth as his hips slow to a halt, content to feel the way your body writhes and reacts to him. 

“Think we need to do this more often,” Andrei says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice; you can see it reflected in Brady’s eyes, predatory, devouring the sight of you below him. He doesn’t need to voice his agreement out loud; it’s clear in the way he can barely resist pulling out of you to help you onto shaky feet, then to your knees on the floor.

With a blink, your gaze floats up between Andrei and Brady, standing over you, each fisting their lengths, glistening with you. Your hands dance their way up your body, brushing your hair out of the way before returning to cup your breasts. “Happy birthday, boys.”

Brady’s eyes darken and Andrei allows a low growl at the sight of you, your breasts pressed together like the sexiest canvas they’ll ever see. Both of them work their hand over their dicks, varying in speed but sharing the same intensity—the same kind of unrestrained desperation, stretching themselves for the final sprint to the finish line.

Andrei’s deep groan comes first, ropes of his release splattering across your decolletage, dripping down into the cleavage you offer. A sharp curse from Brady’s mouth precedes his own peak, cum landing on your chin before sliding down and dripping onto your chest. Your boyfriend’s eyes glitter, watching the drips meld together into a mixture of one.

Without a word, Andrei steps toward you, crouching slightly to run his hands across your chest, gathering some of the cum onto his fingers. His eyes lock with yours and, in silent reply to his silent question, your mouth opens obediently, allowing him to press his first and middle past your lips, pressing onto your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Brady says, voice a combination of a chuckle and a groan. You suck on his digits, swallowing the salty mixture of them with a flourish.

“Angel,” Andrei muses, making sure you lap every last bit of cum off of his fingers. “She’s an angel.”

———

Bonus mini scene inspired by this video:

That weekend, you’re scrolling on social media when the Canes pregame video pops up. It autoplays, and your eye immediately catches the salt and pepper hair, your heart fluttering a little bit at the sight. Then Andrei’s on the screen, and you’re smiling at seeing him feeling so confident and in his element—he’s where he belongs. 

But then you hear Brady say, “What a night!” followed by a loud laugh from Andrei, and your heart stops. They wouldn’t…

It takes another few replays to hear that Brady also says, “It’s a pleasure.”

When Andrei gets home later that night, high from a shutout win and clinching an official playoff spot, his wide smile fades slightly at the sight of you on the bed with your arms folded over your chest. 

“Wh–?”

“Tell me what you whispered to Brady before the game,” you say, a glint in your eye. 

Your boyfriend pauses, reflecting, then smirks when the memory comes back to him. His eyes flick to yours and his eyebrow raises. “You really wanna know?”

A pointed look is your only reply. 

“I told him you still can’t walk today.”

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Sundress Season* Glittery* A Night in Paris*

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Oooh, it's so late in the day already, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAE!!

Jack!!! Ahh love the crabs 🦀🦀🦀🖤🖤🖤 thank you so much love!!! You’re awesome 🖤

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They’re ‘Casual’ - A.T

Not intended for minors. 18+

Warnings: piv (unprotected), oral (f receiving), very smutty, he’s dominant, jealousy, possessiveness, public

PLOT: You and Alex have a complicated dynamic. When he sees you talking to another man, he sets you straight in the best way possible.

🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩

You hovered near the bar, craning your neck to catch sight of Alex. He wasn't your boyfriend, you didn't really have a right to watch his every move but you always ended up doing so nonetheless.

It had been 2015 when you'd met him, at a shoot for a music video where you were topless and you'd slept together that very same night. He didn't keep you around per se, but you made sure to be around whenever you could. And there had started the complicated situation that you two were in, some kind of friends with benefits but it was incredibly obvious you wanted more. And this had been going on for a year now.

Sometimes he texted you to come to events he was at, just so he could see you, ruin you and then leave you again. Tonight though, it had been his best friend Miles who had extended the invite, after the two of you had hit it off when you starred in a music video for their band.

So far, Alex hadn't even spared you a fucking glance and to say you were livid was an understatement. Maybe if he pulled his gaze from the tall blonde with the flat chest and puffy lips for one minute, he'd see you hovering nearby him with your snarled lips.

Your friend sighed as she saw you, eyes driven to him as always and she moved in front to block your vision, a sympathetic look clouding her eyes as her hand laid upon your hot arm.

"Y/N, he's an arse, we know this. Why are you putting yourself through it?" She said to you, there was sternness laced in her tone and you felt guilt bloom in your chest as you imagined how sick she was of seeing you lovestruck over someone who clearly couldn't care less in return.

But you weren't delusional. Alex didn't just fuck you. He'd wined and dined you, bought you gifts, messaged you on your birthday, cuddled you in bed in the mornings with pastries and coffee staining your lips. He invited you to practises, birthday parties, events. You were so sure what all of that meant and yet he still never wanted it to advance, and your friend was right. You were being ridiculous watching his every move, he wasn't yours.

"You're right. I need a distraction," you hummed and she grinned, nodding her head towards a guy who was with a group of people and yet his gaze was searing into you. You smiled shyly when you caught him, and the cute, boyish dimples that popped out in return made you flush.

"Go on, talk to him," your friend winked at you and you took your lip between your teeth as you approached upon his beckon, glancing back at her only to let out a little dignified silent scream.

She grinned, shaking her head laughing before she ordered another drink and tried not to watch you. Luckily, a distraction came along in the form of Miles, who sidled up next to her and glanced to where her eyes were aimed - at you.

"Oooo Alex won't like that," Miles sparks the conversation up, to which your friend looks round disgruntled and a little confused by his statement.

"Alex isn't going to care," she spits, eyes averting to the man who is still in deep conversation with the blonde, "he's occupied."

"Still," Miles shrugs, smirking a little as he waves down the bartender. Your friend hasn't been around much to know the dynamic, having only heard it all through you before you'd pleaded she come to the event for this very reason, "he won't like it."

"They're casual, she's not committing a crime," your friend rolls her eyes to which Miles chuckles.

"There's nowt casual about those two, believe me," Miles muses, "they'll be all over each other by the end of the night. Wait and see."

Meanwhile, Alex was getting bored of the conversation with the blonde. Stacey? Sasha? Sarah? Something like that, but he certainly couldn't remember. And upon the bore, he let his eyes wander the bar in hope of you. When they laid on you though, they blazed with fury. There you were, head thrown back, sparkling white teeth glistening under the light and your eyes eventually matched once your head fell. They were fixed on a bloke, Alex couldn't see his face from here but he already knew he wanted to punch it in.

"Excuse me," Alex seethed, practically shoving the blonde out of the way. He was stalking before he knew it, eyes laid on the prize, jaw clenched, eyes wide with annoyance. Who did this fucker think he was? You were his. He was yours too, but you didn't recognise that. You thought the worst and he lets you, knowing that if you think that he could never let you down. But he certainly won't be sharing you with anyone.

"There he goes. Knew it," Miles grins triumphantly as both him and your friend watch Alex stalk towards you, people parting for him like he's Moses and they're the Red Sea. Your friend is in disbelief at his audacity but watches on helplessly as he reaches you.

"There you are darling," Alex's smile is stiff as he reaches you and the boy you've come to know as Scott, quite the cute charmer with decidedly good intentions. You had momentarily pulled your gaze from Alex while talking to him but that didn't mean the fact he'd stalked over here pissed off didn't enthral you. For if you were being honest, it was him you really wanted.

"Alex," you nodded curtly, and his eyes blazed with annoyance which made you bite back a girlish giggle in response, the smirk growing strong on your lips.

"I need to steal her mate," Alex shoved past Scott before he could even process the ordeal, pulling you by your hand and you were off in a flash. You weren't exactly going to protest, it was his attention you craved after all and here he was asking for you. You knew some girls would aim to give him a hard time but that's not your game plan.

Alex's grip is tight as he drags you behind him to the corridor that leads to the toilets, the people passing a mere blur against his chaste pace.

Unknowingly to you both, your friends watched on, Miles bubbling with laughter and your friend seething internally.

"I'm not having this!" She insists, slamming her glass down hard enough for it to shatter, luckily it doesn't, "he can't just ignore her all night and then claim her when she finds someone better!"

"Hey," Miles put a hand on her shoulder and held her back from the rampage she was sure to go on, she looked round in distaste, "Alex cares about Y/N. Trust me. He's all hers."

"Yeah well I find that hard to believe. If he doesn't stop hurting her...."

"Stop worrying," Miles chuckles, "he adores her. You'll see."

Meanwhile, Alex had dragged you into the toilet. It was an accessible one, private to the two of you and you could only pray that no one would need to use it while you were in here.

As you met his gaze, you knew you were in trouble and probably due a good punishment. Your cheeks heated at even the thought. Alex locked the door behind you both and then spun to meet your eyes, his filled with annoyance.

Suddenly he'd grabbed you, spun you around and had your back against the door before you even had time to process it. Your mouth fell open in a gasp, his eyes bored into you as you gazed up at him in surprise.

"What are you playing at?" Alex hissed, trapping you between his body and the wall and his fist landed in a thump against the rustic wooden door behind you.

You stared up at him, a mixed expression of brattiness and excitement that he was acting like this. If you were being completely honest, talking to that lad has aided you more so in your mission to get his attention. But you won't say that, you'll act innocent as ever.

"What? I was just talking to someone Alex," you roll your eyes, playing the part perfectly. You push his body slightly so he stumbles back, standing straighter against the door as you glare into his fuming figure, "'s not like I'm your girlfriend."

Alex tuts, practically steaming at the ears as he slams both of his palms down on the door again. You could flinch, perhaps you would if it were anyone else. With Alex though, you know it's all an act. He might be genuinely annoyed but he'd never hurt you, you know that. If anything, this will feed into his air of dominance and you'll get a really good shag out of it.

"You think you can stand there flirting with some dickhead right in front of me?" Alex scoffs, his dark eyes grow black with annoyance. Your defiance raises his heart rate, the blood souring around his body. You watch as colour pours into his cheeks, turning them ruby red with anger.

"You were flirting with that girl-"

"I was talking to her," he cuts you off, rolling his eyes like you're an idiot for your assumptions. The double standard makes you shake your head, you push past him to look at yourself in the mirror, afraid that if you watch his lips curve to create one more syllable, you'll kiss him.

"Don't walk away from me," he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around and your resolve crumbled. You met his eyes, they pierced through you with an intensity you'd never seen. His jawbone stretched tight over his skin, his teeth barred. The sight was oddly attractive, combined with the roughness of his grip and the overwhelming scent of his spicy aftershave - your knees started to quiver.

He looked satisfied at your response to him, gazing up at him with widened eyes, excitement and fear mingling in them. You knew he'd look after you, so why were you looking elsewhere?

"You're being a fucking brat," he hissed, his voice low and deep, reverberating through your sensitive body as you shook in his hands.

He pushed you back until your arse cheeks crashed against the countertops. Trapped inside his arms, the most you could do was hold your palms to his chest. The tension between the two of you was electric, intimacy lingering in the air but the anger palpable. In your line of vision (though you never dared look away from his eyes), you could see your chest heaving, bumping his equally stressed chest as it does.

"Look at how badly you want me," he chuckled, smoothing a thumb over your jaw, pressing the pad of it under your chin, grinning madly when you swallow and your skin shakes under his touch, "do you want me?"

You nod, but he looks dissatisfied. He grips you tighter, his hips pressing against yours. You can feel the unmistakable poke of his cock against your thigh, before even doing anything. A small spark of satisfaction echoes through you, but you don't dare tease.

"Use your tongue, used it enough for that other bloke and you can't even be arsed to form a sentence for me?" He tuts, his palm moving to the curve of your arse, lifting your dress up until it settles around your waist so he has the freedom to grip the supple flesh in his palms.

"I want you," you confirm, watching that sadistic smirk grow, "more than you give me of you."

"I'm yours," Alex groans, frustrated by your insecurities. He presses his hips into you once again, then he kisses you. Alex's kisses are never sensual. They're hot, heavy, desperate off the bat and that's how they've been since the first time he'd kissed you.

You love the taste of him, his whiskey laced breath, the taste of cigarettes lingering on his tongue but you always, always taste mint too - like he preps himself before kissing you every time.

His palm comes up around your neck, squeezing at the sides until he coaxes a moan from you. He smiles against your lips, his tongue invading your mouth, rendering you senseless as your eyes roll back and you collapse into his arms.

Alex holds you tight, growing harder by the second. His touch grows desperate, his free hand on your arse trailing down between your legs, finding your damp panties, your cunt swollen beneath the thin fabric. His mouth falls open in a groan, teeth clashing with yours as his fingertips dance across the lace.

"You're a fucking dirty girl, aren't you darling?" He growls against your lips. You yelp when you feel his hand collide with your arse, the sharp sting heightening your arousal, flooding the panties that his other fingers are still pressed against. His eyes glint with satisfaction as you gush for him, a teasing chuckle escaping his lips.

"Only for me though," he growls, "you're only supposed to be a slut for me. But here you are, performing to the whole fucking bar."

He slaps your arse again, harder this time. You whimper, barely overcoming the sensation before he dips his head in the curve of your sweat slick neck, his tongue licking a stripe up the flesh until it reaches the spot that makes you shiver. His assault doesn't come subtly, he's sucking and biting the flesh, making you mewl against his shoulder, your feet barely holding you up. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping them tight as you attempt to compose yourself. But when he bites down on your flesh, his fingers swiftly moving your panties to the side and rubbing through your wet cunt, you stumble.

"Look at you," he says against your neck, his voice seeping through your skin, making you tremble, "legs spreading so fucking easily."

His fingers teased your clit, pinching the swollen nub before suddenly they've moved down to your hole, plunging deep without any preparation. You're so wet that it doesn't even hurt, your tight walls drink him in, his fingers getting lost in the slick heat.

"Fuck, Alex...." You whine, a desperate plea for more, more, more. You're pathetic, but you can't help it. No one does it for you like he does.

"That's right darling, you say my name," he curves his fingers upwards, hitting your sweet spot and your eyes roll back as a long moan falls from your lips, "it's the only four letters I want falling from that dirty tongue."

His fingers move quickly inside of you, giving you no time to process the pleasure. Your stomach coils with your impending release, far too quick for you to even realise it's coming. His thumb moves up to your clit, matching the fast pace of his fingers inside. Even you're taken by surprise when your resolve snaps and your cunt tightens, cumming all over his fingers as you groan, mumbling his name over and over again.

Alex chuckles as you tremble from your high, steadying yourself by plastering your palms on the sink behind you. He leans back to let his eyes travel the length of your body, his desire becoming more evident.

You glance down to his trousers, the tight jeans barely holding his cock. You can see the full outline of it pressing against the fabric, your mouth salivating at the thought of having him inside of you.

"You want my cock?" He teases, starting his rhythm back up with his fingers. You mewl, overwhelmed by the sensitivity but you don't stop him. His pace is slower now, drawn out and torturous. You revel in the dirtiness of it all even if it pains you to the core, quite literally.

"I want you to cum again first."

He suddenly drops to his knees, pulling your panties down on the way. They land on the floor, a dark spot on the devil red fabric from your arousal. Alex grins at the sight, slowly moving his palms up your sides, scraping his primed nails along you. Goosebumps raise in his wake, the satisfaction gleaming in his eyes from how clearly affected you are. All he wants is to be craved by you. All you want is him.

Your hands find his hair, softly stroking through the strands. He hums, eyes fluttering closed as he momentarily loses himself in the sensation. The moment of weakness warms your heart, you have the urge to pull him up and hug him but you know he'd just push you away. So you'll take what you can.

When he reopens his eyes, all the softness has dissipated. His pupils nearly swallow his irises, the usual chocolate brown consumed by darkness. They move to your core, he licks his lips in preparation to taste you as the sight of your wet pussy faces him.

He moves one of his hands to your hole, his fingers delicately rubbing around, spreading the wetness, before he slowly eases them inside of you and your head falls back. He squeezes your arse tight with his other hand.

"Look at me."

You comply immediately, trying to ignore the urge to get lost in the pleasure as your eyes meet his.

"Good girl."

With that, he delves into your cunt. His tongue darts out to lick a stripe before he goes all in, his mouth engulfing your centre as his fingers work magic inside of you. He finds your spot immediately, fingertips nudging at the spongey flesh over and over again. Meanwhile, his hungry tongue swirls repeatedly over your clit, the pace fast and intended to make your legs shake. You grip his hair tight, painfully tight and yet he never seems to care to stop you. It even drives him further, until his entire face is buried into you, mouth opening to eat and lick and suck you, nose nudging your clit as his tongue swerves down.

His fingers spread to make a V shape, allowing enough room for his tongue to squeeze into you and you crumble. Your legs shake, your heart stops and you groan his name pornographically as your second orgasm washes over you. Alex laps at your pussy, your juices dropping into his mouth as his four fingers spin your clit to make it perfect for you.

Once you're over it, you pull him away by his hair. He looks drunk, completely intoxicated by your taste like it's the finest, oldest glass of whiskey on planet earth.

"Fucking hell baby," he's breathless, the lights casting him yellow showing your wetness glistening on his chin, nose, swollen lips. You blush at the sight of him, he looks a mess, a gorgeous mess and you love him. Fuck, you love him so much.

"Please," your voice is husky, your groans making your throat sore as you gaze down at him, "please Alex I need you."

"Thought you needed that bloke out there hm? Thought he could make you feel better than I do?" He stands up, pinning you against the counter again. Despite his words, his attempt to tease and undermine you, he can't help but kiss you. Your wet tongues move together, the sweet tang of you lingering on his makes you whine into the kiss, gyrating yourself against him.

"Don't you dare," he holds your hips steady, stepping back from you, "don't fucking tease me."

"I'm not, I just-"

"Shut up," he hisses, his eyes squeezing shut, his body trembling. You can see he's trying to hold back, clearly he's closer than he wants to admit. You don't let the smugness you feel inside portray on the outside - he'd surely slap your arse red raw if he thought you were making fun of him.

He released a few shaky breaths before opening his eyes again, his gaze wavering from his arousal.

"Bend over," he looked as serious as he sounded, and while you searched his gaze for any softness, he quickly moved his hand to the back of your head, strands of your hair caught between his fingers and he pushed you slightly over the sink, your eyes doeing at him as you looked upwards in the reflection of the mirror.

He looked feral. Widened eyes, messy hair from your restless hands, not to mention the pink tinge of his cheeks from both his anger and arousal.

"If you know what's good for you, fucking bend over Y/N. Seems like you need a reminder of what we are," he hissed and with that he pressed you harder and of course you complied. In fact, you were throbbing, rather embarrassed by the sudden rush of wetness between your thighs even though you've already orgasmed twice.

"Eyes on me," he practically barked at you, making you jump slightly, your back arching as his rough palm settled against it, curving into you. He dug his fingertips into your back, stroking down slowly all while keeping those chocolate brown eyes on your own thrilled ones.

The pressure of his fingers made you squirm, the shivers crawling down your spine enough to make your eyes nearly flutter closed but you knew he'd be annoyed so you pried them open with the promise of him being there, looking right back at you.

"So beautiful," he hummed generously, flattening his palm again, he let it trail the length of your back, his other one holding you steady by your hips. Eventually his palm reached your arse, covered from the thin dress you had on but Alex merely lifted it up, exposing your pink cunt and goosebump decorated skin, "this body hm? Fucking beautiful."

You whimpered, feeling his palm begin to caress and massage the soft cheek of your arse, his hand incredibly warm against your cooled skin. But then, just as quick as his softness came, it went. Suddenly he slapped your arse again, smoothing his palm over the red mark before he did it again, and again, and again. Until you were completely bent over, legs spread wide and moaning incessantly against the sink, hands pressed to the mirror.

"You're so fucking sexy," he curses, looking pretty pissed off about it if you might add. You could feel him fumbling with his belt, the cool metal of the buckle briefly brushed your arse, cooling the burning skin.

"You ready for me hm?" He leant down, his voice like honey trickling down your ear. You hummed in response and he left a kiss to your cheek, his breath heavy in your ear.

You felt the poke of him against your core, nudging right at your entrance and your fingers curved into your knuckles against the mirror as you prepared yourself.

He entered you swiftly, his cock dragging against your wet walls and yet the stretch was prominent, making you both gasp. He left it a beat before he started to thrust into you, dragging himself back and forth like a mantra he was conditioned into repeating.

"Fuck you're tight," he breathes out, grasping your hair in his hand, he pushes your head against the counter, you face nuzzled against it, all squished up. It didn't matter, Alex's eyes were on your colliding hips, watching your arse jiggle every time he thrust back into you.

His pace increased, the warmth and wet of you making him hiss and groan repeatedly, always so loud even as a bloke, he always makes sure you can hear he's enjoying it.

His cock stretches you and your walls flutter around him repeatedly, the sensation so blissful that you couldn't help but nudge back into him, trying to meet his hips again and again, the tip of him hitting a spot in you catered for him.

"Fuck this pussy...." He groaned out, "so fucking amazing."

"Alex...." You whined, clasping a hand behind you, trying to grab his leg as your body started to jolt forward from the sharpness of his actions. His pace increased each time, the collision of his hips against your arse enough to bruise you now. You know your fingertips would trace those marks tomorrow with a satisfied smile, thinking of him. Always him.

It got so hard that it was starting to hurt but the pain felt so good, your eyes rolled back, vision turning blurry as you felt yourself building up, your weak stomach coiling.

"No, one, else," Alex was grunting between each word, emphasising them by the sharp thrust he would make at the end of every syllable, "can, have, you."

"N-no-no-n-n," you were babbling, your mouth filled with drool, cheek pressed against the ceramic sink, cool against your boiling hot face streaked with black tears. Alex chuckled at the state of you, even though your core was squeezing him tight like a vice as you naturally got closer to your release.

"You are not to cum until I have, you understand?" Alex growls, his voice coming out whinier than he'd like but you're just so tight and wet around his incredibly stiff cock, squeezing him so tightly and he has to slow down himself, driving into you slowly now, the head of his cock torturing you with the tiniest of thrusts into your g spot.

When you whine in response, unable to form words with your agape, swollen mouth, Alex's palm lands harshly against your red raw arse cheek, a hand print forming before the sting has even eased and you cry out.

"Answer me!"

"Y-yes, yes I understand," you stutter, so overwhelmed with pleasure that the tears just fall. Alex grabs your hair, pulling your head up carefully so your eyes meet his in the mirror again and upon seeing his gorgeous face you clench around him, coaxing a deep groan from his chest.

"Gorgeous girl," he breathes close to your ear, his feral eyes wide and desperate. His thrusts never slow and he keeps his eyes driven on yours, the moment so intense that you just keep crying through it.

You're not upset, you're not unhappy or in pain - you're just overwhelmed and you just love him and you just need him.

"Please," you whimper, "fill me up Alex. Please."

He groans, his face barely moving, the sound just dropping out. The tension in the room clouds the both of you, the mirror fogging up, the scent of sex lingering around you both. It's dirty, so so dirty. But you'd expect nothing less from him.

"You want me to fill you?" His voice was a mixture of shock and desire, coming out half as a moan. You whined and nodded, your cheeks stained crimson, your eyes glazed with lust. Looking at yourself like this, ruined, bent over and taking him like a whore - it made your skin crawl with shame and yet, you loved it. Revelled in it.

Alex usually pulls out, even though you're on the pill, he never risks you getting pregnant considering the state of your situationship. But in this moment, all he wants is to feel your insides warm with his release, and so he doesn't.

Groaning as you milk his cock, his cum shoots into you as his widened eyes flutter closed and he moans rather girlishly, unable to contain himself. You feel it shooting into you, warm and thick, coating his cock and your walls and the warmth is enough to make you spasm and tighten around him again, squirting around the sides of him as you collapse against the sink hard and he falls on top of you, breathless and blissed out against your back. Your pussy convulses, the liquid squirting all over his jeans (luckily black jeans), your backside and the floor. Alex feels you gushing and moans against your skin, consumed by his desire for you, even after he's released. Just feeling you is enough. You eventually calm, your moans subsided as your pussy clenches one more time before your muscles relax.

"Fuck," he breathes out, "fucking hell baby, God you're just," his speech stops as he thrusts into you one last time, making you whimper, sore and full of his cum, "made for me."

"So good. So so good," you mumble, your voice hoarse. Now that you're coming down from your high, the concern about whoever's outside this door starts to rise. The music was loud out there anyway, you doubt anyone would hear you but if they happened to be waiting....God, even the thought made you grimace.

Alex was tenderly touching your body, he pulled out of you slowly, plugging your hole with his thumb so that none of his cum could seep out of you. He leant down to pull your panties up and you looked up in confusion as he kissed your shoulder, his lips warm and juicy from how much they had swelled.

"Listen to me," Alex raises your head by your hair again, spent and hazy eyed as you gaze at him, "you aren't to clean yourself up. I want you to pull those panties up full of my cum, understand?"

You nodded feebly, you didn't have the energy to argue, not in this state. Quite frankly you were more concerned with how you might fix your face. A sinister smile lifted on the corners of his lips, subtle and matching his dark eyes as he tenderly kissed your cheek, eyes never straying from yours. His mouth moved to your ear, breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"That way, no one can ever touch you. Only me. You're mine. Aren't you darling?"

"Does the same go for you?" You couldn't help but let it slip. Even though you were hazy, near enough passed out. The act was over and with it his dominance diminished. He looked at you with a thoughtful expression, standing straight to smooth down your hair.

"Of course."

He pulled away, clearly afraid of the feelings you were on the verge of discussing. Though something told you they were there. Alex had shown signs of jealousy before and sure, he was always dominant. But you'd never seen him lose it over you like he did tonight.

You stood and smoothed down your dress, fumbling in your bag for your makeup so you could fix the state of it on your face. Alex busied himself zipping up his trousers, fumbling with the buttons. The silence was comfortable, you felt content with his answer.

"I'll go first," he said, "you fix yourself up and meet me out there. I'll be with Miles."

You nodded, he leaned in to kiss you, getting a little lost in it. Your lips danced together in a melody of wetness and warmth, sliding over each other messily. Alex's hand got lost in the strands of your hair, tugging your head back by the roots, he gazed over you with adoration.

"Don't get lost on the way back. I see you talking to another man again, you'll be getting round two. Hear me?"

You nodded, biting your lip to contain a pathetic whine at his words. Before him, you'd never realised how enthralled you'd be by dominance. But you adored him, everything he gave you. And no matter how wrong it was, you adored his jealousy, his possessiveness.

With one more squeeze of your waist, Alex left the bathroom, leaving you with the buzz of the yellow light and the scary reflection of yourself and your raccoon like eyes. A big purple bruise taints the skin of your neck, you groan as you try to cover it but the makeup just spreads around your sweaty skin, giving you no leeway. You decide to just leave it, what's the point in hiding that you're with him?

You tried your best to clean up but when you leave the bathroom, you bow your head nonetheless, knowing full well your activity will be written all over your ruined face. Alex is stood with Miles, who is stood with your friend and they all look up upon your arrival.

"You okay Y/N?" Your friends expression is a mixture of concern and annoyance. Of course, she wouldn't take it out on you personally - she knew how it was with boys and girls, and falling head over heels. She just wished for your own sake that you could be stronger.

"All good," you smile, your lips trembling at the sides. Truthfully you're exhausted. If it wasn't for Alex's arm curving around your back, you'd probably crumble to the floor. He holds you tight, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple.

As the chatter continued, you grew more and more tired. Your head eventually leant on Alex's shoulder, your eyelids fluttering with their insistent desire to close so you can drift off into sleep. Alex hasn't left your side all night long, his grip constantly on you, eyes following your every move.

You felt his gaze on you now as your eyes fluttered again, his filled with a warmth that was rare from him. It was short lived when the bloke you'd been talking to earlier passed, noticing your position with Alex, weariness filled his gaze.

Alex glared at him, sitting up straighter like he was ready for a fight if it came to it. But Scott continued walking, and Alex turned his head towards yours.

"Come on, let's go to mine," Alex wrapped an arm around your waist, glaring at Scott who cocked his head in confusion. Guilt bloomed in your chest for him but equally you were relieved to finally have Alex's attention on you. You nuzzled into his side and he let you, not caring about possible sightings for once.

You climbed into the taxi behind him, his palm splayed on your thigh, his gaze thoughtful for a while. He remained silent for most of the journey, looking out of the window, the only indication that he noticed your presence being the soft stroke of his thumb against your skin.

"You know I care about you right?" He turns around, a frown on his brow like you'd shatter his heart if you told him no.

"Yeah, I know," you barely suppressed your smile and Alex soon relaxed, returning it and then leaning out to cup your face with his palm.

"You're my girl," he hummed. This time it wasn't a threat. It was a fact.

🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩🖤🪩

A/N: to the anon who asked for a jealous alex….here he is. Not sure if it’s what you wanted but unspoken feelings are another trope I’m in love with. Anyways, enjoy 😗🙂‍↕️

(under edited. as always).

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[galedekarios]

i love your metas and gifs of gale!! do you have any particular headcanon for when his birthday is? i always imagine it being in winter for some reason.

thank you so much for your message and your kind words!

i hadn't thought about it before, but ever since i got your message and took some time to mull it over, i've settled on something that i think makes sense for gale.

i wrote a meta about waterdhavian festivals and celebrations, and before i delved deeper into the topic, i briefly touched on the calendar that is most widely used in faerûn:

i like to imagine he was born somewhere in the month of tarsakh, the claw of storms. i think it's a good fit largely because of gale's connection to storms, thunder and lightning and similar imagery.

from his key art (click for a larger version):

to his art for the mtg card set (click for a larger version):

to a not insignificant amount of lines of dialogue from gale referencing storms, tempests, winds, etc., which prompted me in early access to make a gifset of a handful of them:

gale: as for myself: i'm a pragmatic. i see the silence before the storm.

gale: there's a gust of the weave about you, but it's a mere breeze. i need a tempest.

gale: rather soon i will feel it [the orb] stir again - like a distant thunder sending tremors through the soul. i will need to consume another artefact before the lightning strikes.

gale: i can feel the storm abating. yes, this will keep my condition in check - for a precious while.

gale: life is a tempest of events that sometimes we brace against and sometimes embrace.

(there are also some of his selection lines like "a rough tempest i will raise." and "let's light them up.")

to his very name carrying the same connection:

Joy; Wind Meaning: Joy; Wind; Tranquility; My father is joy; Gives joy; Foreigner, outlander. Gale is a gender-neutral name of English origin with a range of diverse meanings, including “joy,” “wind,” or “tranquility.” It was derived from the Old English word gal, which was used to describe someone who was pleasant or merry.

and of course the word gale itself:

A gale is a strong wind; the word is typically used as a descriptor in nautical contexts.

(all of this originally, way back when, made me think that gale might have been first meant to be / conceived as a storm sorcerer.

we knew in early access that he had such a deep connection to the weave from very early on in his life, and in full release that was only confirmed even more with gale having been able to cast spells as a baby, summoning rabbits in his mother's pantry, as well as being able to cast third-level spells like fireball at age 8 or perhaps younger.)

so yes, tarsakh, the claw of storms makes a really good fit for gale in my eyes.

if i had to pick a day as well, i might pick a number commonly associated with magic like 3 (perfect balance of harmony, wisdom understanding / the number of time past, present, future), 7 or 13, but i realise it's an arbitrary pick on my side.

edited to say that i also like the idea of it being in a spring month because spring symbolises new beginnings, letting go of the old and bringing in the new, which i find very fitting given gale's character arc.

anyhow, thank you so much for your question! i had a lot of fun thinking about this! 🖤

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My Husband Toji Zenin (R)

Series is for ages 18+

🖤 — Mature

🩷 — Fluff

🤍 — Fluff and Mature

💔 — Angst

About:

A story of Toji X Reader— Toji Zenin was not always a good faithful husband. But how do things change?

These are like one shots but it’s only for this specific story, so it’s all tied together <3

Any request please message :)

Virginity Killer—🖤

The Affair — 💔

The Big Fight — 💔

“Let’s Divorce” — 💔

Sunday Kind of Love — 🖤

Grocery Shopping — 🩷

Your Birthday — 🖤

One Week Away — 🖤

Drabble (What If) —🩷

[littyhoney]

could you do headcanons where the reader is ganke's cousin and miles fell first but she fell harder?

1610 Miles Morales x reader

(Headcanons)

This is just pure fluff, enjoy spiders! ❤️🖤

>You and Ganke are a close cousins, literally every family gathering you will see his face ever since you were kids like cmon yall must have that one cousin that you're close with

>One time Ganke's family throw a small party for Ganke to celebrate his 15th birthday! you of course attend the little party since you're his favorite cousin.

>As you busy taking some food from the small buffet you accidentally knock on someone shoulder "Oh sorry!" you turn to look at the most handsome boy you have ever seen.

>The boy sheepishly smiles at you before saying "Oh nah it's cool heh" he chuckles as he also take a look at you. He cough slightly before he trynna lean on the buffet table but slips almost causing him to fall, the guy just trynna up his game ya know

>you let out a giggle at his little act before excuse yourself from the buffet to eat the delicious home made korean foods.

>Miles eyes just follows you as you walk away from him the scent of your perfume makes him weak in the knees and the giggle... it sound so cute from you.

>As he is admiring you from across the room Ganke suddenly just hang over his shoulder with "Miles! glad you could make it man, wait who are you watching" Ganke waves his hand Infront of Miles

>"Oh just admiring that really beautiful girl" he says with his hand on his chin looking at you with that dreamy eyes.

>Ganke follow his trail to see you "Oh that's my cousin bro" "WHAT!?"

>You don't know how much Miles begs for Ganke to give him your number the boy even offers Ganke to take him on a swing for a week and with that deal, he got your number.

>My man will be sitting in his room on his bed thumb is hovering over the send button, he has been typing deleting multiple times to send you a message

>Once he did press the send button that's where he just close his phone and cover his head with a pillow. bro is nervous

>You were minding your business suddenly an unknown message pops up with a simple message "Hey! :D"

>After a few hours of messaging you know the guy name is Miles Morales, so far you like the vibe of him. He is chill and an outgoing person, clearly Ganke is not lying about how much of a sunshine this guy.

>A month pass and you surprise Ganke as he finds out you still talk to Miles and even hang out sometimes for an ice cream or chatting at a coffe shop. Usually you will sit down together listening to music as you watch him draw on his sketchbook.

>Ganke however support Miles of him liking you, Ganke also be his wingman by letting know what you like what's your favorite etc etc.

>By that time you starting to develop feelings for Miles, when you hang out and got cold he would give you his jacket, or if you got tired of walking he will piggy back you. It's the little things he do tugs your heart a little by little.

>One time you were just sitting on a bench at a park you see Miles just sketching away but sometimes he would look up at you then look back down, out of curiosity you ask him "Hey what are you drawing?"

>Miles then turn his sketchbook around to you and you just see its a drawing of you, with a beautiful smile on your face wind blows through your hair. That just makes your face red "Wow you draw me?"

>Miles chuckle as he rub the back of his neck "It will be dumb of me if I didn't draw a beautiful girl right?"

>At this point you just reach for his hand and said "It will also be dumb if I didn't kiss such a cute boy right?"

>Boy's face is red you got him stuttering before he could do or say anything you just lean down from the table bench and give him a kiss

>You pulled away to look at him as he just stare at you with a smile before saying" I-I like you"

>You giggle leaning your forehead against one another "I think we already pass that Miles"

CUTE HUH ❤️🖤