#cs head canon

[fedorah-the-explorah]

here are my stupid and dumb Carmen & Player friendship head canons:

Carmen rarely uses Google. If she wants to know something, she asks Player and he looks it up if he doesn't know it. This habit formed in the early days after escaping V.I.L.E, and Player never corrected it bc he thinks it's funny.

Player refuses the play board or card games with her because he knows she cheats. No one else believes him because she never gets caught and no one knows better than Player that underneath it all, Carmen is actually a mischievous bitch. Shadowsan knows she cheats too, but who is he to call out the skills he taught her?

They frequently start phone calls that last hours long in which they don't actually say much, they're just chilling in each other's company.

The others won't always know she's on the phone with him until she responds to something he says and they're like "Dude. How long has Player been here?"

They're both good liars but can't seem to lie to one another.

They play Minecraft :)

And Stardew Valley

Player keeps score of every time she does something reckless.

Carmen will be like, "Hey, I'm not reckless! I always think things through!"

And Player is like, "Oh yeah? Care to explain your actions on March 22, 20--"

"--Shut up."

Carmen started the habit of info-dumping about geography and Player picked up on it to support her.

Player speaks French ❤️

They gossip in French together.

Carmen learned French from France whereas Player learned Canadian French.

das it

[drag-queen-jesus]

one of my head canons I have for Dark Rise/Dark Heir is that James is almost exactly 9 months younger than Will (give or take a few weeks)

like, I'm not 100% sure how being a Reborn works, but since book 1 I've always imagined that the moment of Wills birth, James was conceived very soon after, that the Dark Kings return was the trigger

now if you wanna get sad about it, imagine Will figuring this out. Imagine this poor kid finding out that not only is he the reincarnation of the person who hurt James the most (so he thinks), but that his OWN EXISTANCE had doomed him to another life of being collared and owned and there was NOTHING he could've done to stop it

[whorcruxes]

Whumptober

this is my first entry for @ouatprompts whumptober <3

day 6: shocking sunday

‘magic with a cost’

(or it could also fit day 26’s painful transformation/loss of autonomy/control but shhh im impatient while simultaneously also being a procrastinator)

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Would You Still Love Me?

Killian pressed another kiss to Emma’s skin, pouting as he posed his question.

“But would you still love me were I a worm love?” 

Emma laughed, popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth as the movie continued to play in the background, detached from their conversation as it kept chugging along in its cheesy dialogue. 

“Yes, Killian, I’d still love you if you suddenly shrunk and transformed into a wriggly bug.” She ruffled her hands through his dark hair, unable to resist the temptation. “I’d turn myself into one to be with you and we’d be a happy little worm family.”

Killian glared at her, protectively curving his hand around her stomach. “Not with the babe you wouldn’t.” 

“Alright.” 

“Thank you for listening to your dashing rapscallion of a husband for once Swan.” Killian grinned, waggling his brows up at her from his spot on her lap. It had always been one of his favourite spots but its sentimentality had grown considerably in the last few months. 

“Whoa babe.” Emma warned. “I’d hunt your worm ass down and force you to come back. You’re not getting away that easily.” 

“I’d very much enjoy that love. Hunt me down whenever you wish.” 

Killian propped himself up to give Emma a sound kiss and then lowered back down into her lap. As he pressed his lips to her stomach to where their daughter rested, a roaring wave of light shot through them and out across Storybrooke. 

Her heart plunged down her throat. The weight of her husband had simply just vanished. 

“Killian?!” Emma shrieked in horror and scrambled up in the bed as fast as her stomach would allow. 

He was. 

He was a worm. 

But he wasn’t so shocked as she. 

He didn’t have space to hold that shock. His eyes screamed in terror as they shrunk into nothing. The blinding light scalded his photoreceptor cells and he yelled until his throat was hoarse. But his efforts were futile, no sound ricocheted out of his vocal chords out into the void he was now in. 

Writhing forward, his muscles pitched his head down into the folds of sheets that were now mountains to his tiny form. His gizzard, full and content before, was now demanding more organic matter to shovel into it. 

His mind didn’t retain much at that moment, but it was full of fear for his Swan’s reaction. She must be terrified and absolutely distraught and that was simply unacceptable in his worm brain. He struggled forward again, trying to grasp a good hold on the bed around him as he suffocated in the cloud of fabric that had become vast oceans and peaks. 

He had been down one hand before in his human form, but relying on hydraulics and the segmented quality of his body instead of three very moveable limbs was agony. 

With no sense of where or how it happened, his body was disconnected from the ground and in sudden freefall as air angrily whipped around him. The twists and turns discombobulated him. He had no connection to sight. To his hearing. 

All he felt was the vibrations of a large being moving back and forth above him. He was in its hold, held prisoner to the whims of the sky. 

But then he plopped down onto a smooth surface. It was unlike the skin that surrounded his own body, but it was nice and warm, sending tickles through him as it swayed underneath. He would be content to lie here until the rest of his days. 

But that would not be. 

He was once again transferred elsewhere. The dirt was nice and moist against his drying skin but he missed the lovely warmth of the hand he had been held safely in before. It was more familiar to him. 

But it did not return. He had no sense of time as a worm. He wouldn’t be able to comprehend it. But he dug and he dug, gorging himself on the matter around him and coating his body in dirt. He compacted himself further and further into the soil until his head smacked against something hard and rebounded. His path changed and changed and changed as his head smacked the same thing over and over again. He could not escape the soil and he could not escape the prison he was in. He could not escape his body. 

The sadness overwhelmed his small body with no outlet for it to be released. It built and built inside him as he trudged forwards with no end in sight. No tears came and he feared he would explode with the longing and grief. He convulsed, seizing as he swam through the soil. 

But wait, he felt those warm hands pluck him out once more, pulling him closer and closer to that feeling he had longed for but could not name. 

And his photoreceptor cells exploded into eyes and his segmented body burst into arms and legs and structured organs once more. 

The first sight with his returned human eyes was blurry with tears, from all the accumulated feelings and pain his worm body could not process before. But he knew who it was even with the way the sight was a blurry watercolour before him. With a gasp he fell to his knees, hugging the owner of the warmth that was his saving grace in his most distressing form. 

“Emma.” 

[random-lil-illing]

screenshot redraw of everyone’s favourite hacker!! i may have gone a little overboard with the neon, haha. do i regret it though? not at all.

[atarahderek]

To celebrate getting a new scanner, have a batch of uploads! This post: Fan art.

Top: Alebrijes for two more Rivera family members. The armadillo-goat's name is Diego, and he belongs to Abuelita Elena. In life, he used to chew on the laundry as it hung on the line to dry. Elena loved that goat. The rooster-parrot-duck is named Panchito, and he belongs to Enrique. In life, he was a scrawny little rooster that lived on the farm of Enrique's paternal grandparents. As a boy, Enrique always played with him when he visited the farm. He named the bird Panchito, after the rooster in the Three Caballeros (which he was absolutely not supposed to watch and he knew it). Panchito disappeared one night while there was a coyote pack known to be in the area.

Middle: Antonio Madrigal plays with his rainbow boa friend.

Bottom: Chief Mouse Reepicheep and his right-paw Mouse Peepiceek.

[solitude4chiron]

Hobie Headcannons cs some of y’all be treating this man like he’s some white goth nga that’s never had black experiences 😭😭 these are js off the top of my head so don’t tweak out… JUH VIBE

He’s most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because he’s from the UK

He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because he’s 6’5

“Man, so you telling me you ain’t never tried going D1?”

“Never even played.”

“NIGGA WHAT?”

Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done

“How many do you have left?”

“Boy move that damn hand.”

Gives horrible advice then says “but I don’t kno, thats just me”

“She cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.”

“Me personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, that’s just me tho.”

Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball

Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food

Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes

“Wanna do a Spotify blend?”

“Y’all use that shi?”

“who df are you bro…”

Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in public 

Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)

Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs

Hobie: Attachment: 1

disgusting creatures…

Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house

Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs

“These steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.”

“But why? Can’t we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?”

“Boy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.”

Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)

On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (I’m conflicted between both)

Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist

Would steal, get caught and say is “it cause I’m black?”

“Yo, were you stealing back there?”

“Why bruv? Cause I’m black?”

“Nevermind.”

Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.

Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.

He doesn’t spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks

After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isn’t really for the idolizing so he doesn’t know how to express his emotions too much on that.

“OH MY GOD HOBIE!?!”

“i aint think i was that special but thanks luv”

• His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesn’t realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.

“imma get bro good this time..”

“Hobie don’t even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.”

• The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.

• He’s definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.

“Are you playboi carti?!”

“Bruv.”

over.

“Your that rockstar dude lancey right?”

“bru…”

and over.

“you Opium?”

“I’m starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypical…”

and over again.

• When he’s in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they don’t get thrashed around too hard.

“you good young’n?”

“I CANT FEEL MY FACE”

“that’s cool too”

• He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.

• He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around

• When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.

• He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and he’ll just sit back and let you go off on him.

anyways yawl that’s it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make 😛

[inthehouseoffinwe]

What do you think would’ve happened if instead of the three Cs, Maedhros and Maglor had been the ones to fight Dior?

I mean we know they’re much more skilled and less bloodthirsty and rash than the rest of their brothers. So here’s an AU:

I think we’d see Mae and Mags come out on top, and assuming they’re out of the main hall, the rest of their brothers would probably make it out of Doriath alive. Elured and Elurin make it out with Elwing.

With all seven still around and watching each other’s backs, I imagine Sirion would be much the same, all all them surviving. The addition of Elwing’s brothers and their soldiers turning on them, *might* turn the tables just enough to kill a couple of Fëanorions, probably Celegorm and Curufin who are still bitter about Luthien and Dior. But I feel it’s more likely due to inexperience, Elured and Elurin are killed, not necessarily by the Fëanorions themselves.

The silmaril ends up with Elwing and we get the same situation of Maedhros and Maglor asking for it back and Elwing throwing herself off the cliff. Mae and Mags genuinely do not want to be here but the letters were refused and the Oath calls. Elwing probably knows her brothers were killed by word of mouth or seeing it herself and legged it.

Enter Elrond and Elros who’d have a more interesting (and fun) time of things with 5-7 sons of Fëanor around. Maedhros would back Maglor on caring for the twins though, less consumed by the oath with all his little brothers alive and kicking. And in canon he did go searching for Dior’s sons. Caranthir probably doesn’t really have an opinion on them, Amrod and Amras are willing to follow their brothers’ lead on things (also when are they ever gonna have a chance to see identical twins again. I think they’d get along pretty well.) I don’t see any of them being particularly hateful towards the kids. Celegorm and Curufin seem to be most susceptible to the Oath and giving in to their nastier sides might be a bit more of a problem, but there’s enough brothers to keep an eye on them. And I think they’d warm up eventually, reluctantly though it may be. Curufin was a father first, remember, it’s more natural for him to care than not.

Safe to say by the time Elrond and Elros go to Gil Galad, they’re very well trained in all manner of things 😂

As for the fate of the Fëanorions, they wouldn’t go for the last ditch attempt Mae and Mags did. From the eldest’s perspective, there’s too much to lose. I want to say the stones might be passed off to them, if only to prove a point, and whoever picks them up would no doubt be burned, but there’s no suicides. There’s no endless lamentation.

In reality though there’s probably still a battle by the chest, the oath awakened and clawing with the stones so close. There might be more of a push to bring them back to Valinor to stand trial, but they’re a force to be reckoned with and Eönwë knows they’d rather die than be dragged back. The Fëanorions are let go with the stones, but instead of being tossed away as the Valar expect, the chest is kept and they go on.

With the oath mostly fulfilled much of the weight across their fëa is gone, and Curufin and Celegorm head out to keep an eye on Celebrimbor. Elros might have a temporary tagalong in Maedhros and Caranthir (new kingdom needs someone with experience to get the economy up and running.) Maglor and both Ambarussa keep their distant eye on Elrond.

(Annatar didn’t expect the seven biggest pains in his Master’s back to greet him at Eregion’s gate, two Silmarils in tow, burning him to the core. Celebrimbor doesn’t know whether to be horrified or thankful. Back in Lindon, Elrond - the one who tipped them off - is cackling and Gil Galad is Concerned TM but decides he’s better off not knowing. His cousins are insane on the best of days.)

Alternatively, Elured and Elurin perhaps remembering how reluctant Maedhros and Maglor were, how Maedhros pleaded with their father to just return the stone so this could all *end*, immediately send the silmaril back when the letter comes. Or maybe they’re just cooler headed and see the logic of returning the stone. Things settle. The Valar do eventually get involved. Silmaril two and three are regained then reclaimed by the brothers as mentioned above. They might burn. They might reject the holders. But the oath is fulfilled and that’s all that matters in the end.

[illubean]

Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Characters: Chamber, Gekko, Iso, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Phoenix, Raze, Sage, Skye, Viper, Yoru Type: Headcanons

HAHA help me valorant brainrot >.< also this is based off of my hs experience soooo yeah

Warnings: none

Chamber

your typical pretty boy

all the girls love him all the boys hate him

well...most of the girls love him

they follow him around to classes or offer him gifts or ask to sit with him at lunch etc.

and he eats up the attention every time

he's lab partners with Viper in Environmental Sciences and he likes trying to flirt with her

she actually hates him btw

Gekko

canonically he skateboards

but honestly? I can see him being on the dance team

he's so high energy, he needs some sort of outlet

he never misses an opportunity to show off his dance moves

homecoming? prom? he is the center of the dance circle

like Raze, he doesn't know how popular he is

he's just happy to have so many good friends that it doesn't even actually occur to him that he's considered "popular"

Iso

he's an ap art kid

like he walks around with a big ass sketchbook every day

always talking about his portfolio

Iso baby ily but please shut the fuck up about oil paints <3

he probably volunteered part of his summer break to come in and paint a mural for the school

I think he'd also take a piano class as like a schedule filler but he actually gets crazy good at it

Jett

pe tryhard

if you end up on the opposite team as her while playing dodge ball good luck 😓

she's always picked as team captain because literally no one else is excited as she is

she's sorta like Hairo from Saiki K 💀

she gets a lil mad when her teammates don't try

Killjoy

she's in robotics club

she's not very popular but that doesn't bother her at all

she heads straight to and from every class and spends her lunch period in the workshop unless Raze drags her off somewhere

not a lot of people actually know who she is, and if they do they just know her as 'Raze's Friend'

i think she'd remind the teacher about the homework and hit you with the "erm actually 🤓" tbh

Neon

she's on track and field/cross country

after every meet you can find her laying on the floor somewhere ready to puke bc she tries so hard to win 😭

she always ends up top 5 tho

she complains about practice but joins the team every year anyways

she carries her bag around all the time and if you open it there's like 10 water bottles in there

#hydratedqueen

Phoenix

theater kid DUHH

he's probably drama club president or sumn

bro will NOT let go of a specific song from a musical he was in his freshman year and it wasn't even his song 💀

he's been in every show every year and somehow he manages to land every role he wants

he's insanely good at the game 'bang' (mostly because he's louder than everyone else...)

he probably plans/hosts the cast parties too

Raze

she doesn't care much about her grades

she does the bare minimum and gets straight Cs

she's just here to have fun

everyone likes her because of her approachable personality

she doesn't think she's popular but she is

Sage

she's in the medical assistant class

she takes it very seriously, as she plans on going to medical school

even before taking the class she carries a first aid kit and other essentials everywhere she goes

you need a bandaid? ibuprofen? a pad or tampon? she has it all

she's also ASB president

school events literally would not be able to run without her

lets just say her college applications/resume will look REALLY good...

Skye

she also took medical assistant but was less crazy about it than Sage

she just follows her friend's lead

she thinks the skills are useful but she doesn't see herself making it her career

but also I think she would play volleyball

she's a well rounded player but specializes most in defense

still, don't underestimate her bc this girl can SPIKE

Viper

she took every ap science class offered without taking the general ones first

she complains about getting any grade below an A...

"What are you talking about? That test was easy"

sorry not everyone is as smart as you Sabine 😑

she spends all her free time at chem tutoring (even though she doesn't need it)

Yoru

he thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he walks down the halls but he doesn't

everyone just thinks his mad all the time and stay out of his way 😭

randos try to pick fights with him bc he "looked at them wrong" (Yoru wins every time)

he's not exactly a 'quiet kid' but he does lay low when it comes to the social part of school

despite his 'bad boy' look, he has pretty good grades

he's also probably one of those guys that a handful of girls have a crush on but he has no idea

[midnight-mourning]

Sweet Nothings. (Sun & Moon x Reader Drabble)

Requested By: @hazelthebat

Word Count: 445

Summary: Apparently your day-to-day has become so monotonous that you're only just realizing how deep in you really are. Whoops.

Note: You asked for kisses, I provide kisses, all in a day's work o7 Technically canon to CS but when/where in the timeline you may ask?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It had been so subtle, so routine. You’d almost wondered if you’d imagined it when it happened.

You were dropping off Gabe, and when you’d went to say goodbye, Sun had bent down for a quick kiss. Which you’d obliged of course, common courtesy and all that, but when you were walking out you’d realized what you’d done.

Not wanting to ruin your own day, you brought it up later when you were picking your brother up again.

"What was that this morning?" You question as the attendant hands the baby over to you.

Again, you share a goodbye kiss, "What was what?"

You blink, "That, just now."

"Don’t be ridiculous," Sun scoffs, "If my affection isn’t satisfactory you should have just said so."

It seemed, that Sun found your comments so offensive that you weren’t allowed to leave the Daycare until you 'approved' of his efforts. Which after the third, breath-taking, passion-filled, borderline inappropriate for a public space kiss, you gave a shaky thumbs up so you could be on your way.

When you came in for your second shift that evening, all you could do was stare at your screen, not getting any work done at all.

"Am I going crazy?" You ask into the darkened room. Last you checked Moon was gone-

Oh no, there he is, directly in front of your face.

His eyes crinkle upward, swinging forward just slightly to knock his smile against your forehead, "I’m afraid you’ve been crazy, Andromeda. It’s terminal. No cure. Unfortunate, really."

It occurs to you after the fact that while he speaks Moon continues to kiss you. On your cheek, on your nose, your lips-several times-on your other cheek, with each punctuating a different comment.

"Now this is just getting ridiculous," You huff.

He tilts his head, silently questioning you.

"I hope you’re both paying attention," You grip Moon’s faceplate with both hands, "This is how you kiss someone."

You open your eyes to the dark ceiling of your bedroom. You squint, trying to remember beyond the base details of your dream. 

No such luck.

You roll over, grabbing your phone to send a message to the subjects of your, strange, dreams. While doing so you fail to realize it is 3:30 in the morning and what you want to say isn't what you end up sending. 

'Thoughts on lips???'

'Gross.'

'Squishy'

You stare at the screen, flicking between the sets of messages. Then, when satisfied, give a small nod, drop your phone back on your nightstand and fall promptly back to sleep. 

You had work in the morning, after all. No time to wonder about what that meant.

If anything at all.

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Little does Y/N know they just witnessed their future. i kid, I kid (OR AM I), I am, (OR AM I)

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[shady-swan-jones]

Happy Autumn season! Fics for your cocooning era

Too Well Tangled (18/21 - "J'adoube") by @myfearless-love

Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness."

Dreams That You Wish Will Come True by @snowbellewells

Granted a night to seek adventure and dreams, young Killian Jones meets young Princess Emma at her birthday ball. Though the moment is filled with all the excitement and magic of the best fairy tales, it is over too soon and he must leave before the dream is shattered. Will they find each other again? A Reverse Cinderella AU

The Witch in the Woods by @hollyethecurious

“If it’s aid of a magical sort ye seek, then you’ll be wanting to find the witch in the woods.” That’s what the apothecary had told him. The witch in the woods. A designation that brought forth images of an old crone, hump-backed and wrinkled with warts on her nose and long spindling fingers whose knuckles were gnarled and stiff - not the blonde goddess currently grinding an assortment of herbs with her mortar and pestle, her brilliant jade eyes sparkling in the candlelight that was also casting a honeyed glow over her smooth, creamy skin.

Untie Me (7/?) by @shady-swan-jones

“Save the smolder, Jones, you already have me.” But the compliment hits despite her deflection, nestles stubbornly in her heart. 

“Oh well, now it’s over,” he makes an exaggerated face and moves to retreat. He shakes his head, lips together in a line. “Emma, you and I are just beginning. Let me make you feel good.”

She smirks, heat rising to her chest. “How good?”

laundry day by ssadumbass

killian and emma spend some quality time together on laundry day

At the Dawn There is Rejoicing by jdmusiclover

Emma Gold has led a difficult life. Her brother and her father died when she was a child, and she was then coerced into marrying the odious Neal Gold. She thought she’d been granted a reprieve when he was believed to be lost at sea–only for him to return disabled and in need of a caregiver. Killian is a newspaper reporter who is tired of his routine life. When he falls ill, his editor forces him to take a sabbatical. What will happen when Emma takes Killian in as a border for the summer?

Exacting His Revenge by @jrob64

When Hook sees an opportunity to finally get his revenge on Rumplestiltskin, he seizes it, putting him in the company of Emma Swan. A season 2 canon divergent story.

the most dangerous thing is to love by @exhaustedpirate

The Darkness whispers in Killian's ears and he lets it, lets it play him like a puppet so he can get his revenge. But what if the strings are cut? Will he let it manipulate him until his worst nightmare comes true? Until he destroys his happy ending?

Overboard by @elizabeethan

Emma Swan spends years trying to find her parents, and when she finally does, she gets more than she bargains for

Finding Home by PirateDragon28

Emma Swan is living with her twin sister Ruth and Ruth’s 3 year old daughter, Flo. Emma and Ruth were separated at birth and found each other half a year before Flo was born. Now they live in a small 2 bedroom apartment together. Emma’s a bail bondsperson and Ruth works as a police officer for the BPD.

Heart Bound by @4getfulimaginator2022

CS historical AU (mid-19th century), real world setting, teacher!Emma and artist!Killian. After years of private tutoring, Emma goes to teach in a village by the sea in a desperate bid to escape her heartbreak and the outside world. She thinks that she'll always be lonely and out of place, but the local lighthouse keeper, a fellow recluse and the town outcast, makes her see that she is right where she belongs.

Trying Something New by @overlordofthelollipopguild

After Rumplestiltskin traps Emma and Killian in the past, they manage to escape him and realize they will have to live in the past in order to catch up to the future.

Murder Most Foul by CSColifer 

Murdered Killian Jones has one last message for Emma Swan.

Love Bites (But So Do I) by @grimmswan

"Do you have any idea how tempting you look? It's going to take everything in me not to ravage you in front of everyone."

"I'm sure we can find some place to indulge ourselves." Emma grinned wickedly at her lover.

a place in time - chapter xv by @swanslieutenant

Emma’s an agent working to reunite missing people with their families when the biggest missing persons case of all time appears in front of her in a flash of bright, white light. Thousands of missing people from throughout history, including one particular pirate, appear on the shore of a lake in the middle of winter: none have aged a day since their disappearance and, with no memory of their missing time, must venture into a strange and uncertain future. Loosely based on the TV show “the 4400.”

A Cottage by the Sea by @snowbellewells

Princess Emma has always been drawn to the shores of Misthaven, where the sea meets the shore near her parents’ castle. When an unknown boy washes up on the sand, with eyes as fathomless and blue as the waters that brought him to her, he soon becomes Emma’s best friend, her partner in crime, and her other half.

Flight 815 by @honey77bun

"Hello, who is this? Director William Webster's voice called out. "Hello, this is your assistant, Strickland. I'm calling you on a very important matter." "What's the reason?" "In the case of Flight 815. As you know, at the Coast Guard Air Base in Miami, a girl named Emma Swan appeared on board the plane." "Did you find out she wasn't a spy?"

Can I Be Your Werewolf? by @belovedcreation

After a particularly nasty encounter with a criminal, bounty hunter Emma Swan's friend convinces her to adopt a guard dog from the shelter. Little does she know that the massive dog she brings home is really the werewolf Killian Jones, who's laying low in wolf form to hide from danger. She forms a bond with her pet, one that is tested and strengthened once Killian reveals his true nature. But Killian will never be a free man and Emma will never heal from her past until a power-hungry werewolf is stopped from his mission to control all of Storybrooke.

Burn The Ships (4/?) by @booksteaandtoomuchtv

Pan and his pack of gruesome werewolves torment and put an end to individuals who find themselves unlucky enough to be a guest of Neverland. After being betrayed by her ex, Emma finds herself the game in this month’s hunt.

Captain Hook has never found the sport particularly alluring, preferring to spend his change far from Pan’s cruel crew. When he catches the scent of his mate, he is forced to join in the hunt to find her before the others can.

Saving her will mean betraying Pan and no one betrays Peter Pan and lives to tell about it

An Offer She Can’t Refuse (3/3) by @deckerstarblanche

As soon as he cracked his eyes open the next morning, Killian knew she was gone. With a frustrated groan, he glared up at the stucco ceiling and flipped over onto his stomach, pressing his face into her pillow and feeling like a fool.

Welcome to the Enchanted forest by Emmaducklingsaviour

Post curse and on her 16th birthday Emma gets herself in a time loop with dire consequences. Before she can face them, Emma, Killian, Elsa and Red are suddenly pulled through a portal, returning to the Enchanted forest. This is a direct continuation of Welcome to the Storybrooke

Hope will come by AlwineMews

A new curse has sent the small town of Storybrooke into a deep sleep, freezing time in place. Shortly before the curse broke, a stranger kidnapped Emma and Killian's newborn daughter, Hope, and took her out of town. 28 years later, Hope accidentally drives into Storybrooke and breaks the curse as she crosses the town line.

Can Emma, Henry, Natalia and Killian become a family? And what is the story behind the missing persons and the sudden appearance of Sherlock Holmes?

Misthaven by IreneRose21

After Killian was resurrected by Zeus, the whole town of Storybrooke comes back to The Enchanted Forest. Snow and David become Queen and King of Misthaven again, the largest and most loved Kingdom in the whole Realm. That is until they are betrayed and murdered by a close ally, which causes all the Realm to enter in the most deadly war The Enchanted Forest will ever see.

Happy Beginning Captain Swan by isaballerina89

After Emma Swan finished the final battle with the adult Gideon, Storybrooke changes for the better. Emma and Killian finally have a life that they both can enjoy together without fighting the town's villains.

Unfinished Business by ohmakemeahercules

Don’t let me be your unfinished business, Emma had said. Killian has a lot of thoughts to process and emotions to process before that happens. Takes place right after he sends Emma up the elevator in 5x20 Firebird.

Forget Me Not, Prologue by @zaharadessert

The village of Storybrooke is as unremarkable as any number of villages in the English countryside. It has a pub, a church, a post office and a village green. But one summer a little boy and his mother come to stay, and suddenly some remarkable things start to happen...

Timeless by @killiansprincss

Season 3 divergence - When Zelenas time portal works, Henry wakes up alone in Storybrooke and must travel to the Enchanted Forest to get his family back. Only once he gets there he quickly realises its not like the one in his book, theres no Evil Queen and his mother Emma wasn't put through a wardrobe, theres even a poster inviting the entire kingdom to her engagement ball, to Hook. What will happen once Henry gets them to break this new curse and they get their memories back?

Once Upon A Grimm by @hollyethecurious

The world was far more complex than most people realized. Humans went about their lives, completely ignorant of the fact that there was a world of fairytales existing right alongside them. Well, not really fairytales. Not in the Disney sense, anyway. Many, like the Grimm brothers, had woven the truth into their stories, but the creatures they wrote about were even more nightmarish than their macabre and monstrous depictions.

free fallin' by temporarystatus

On a dark and stormy Halloween night 27 years ago, five people stepped onto an elevator. They never stepped off. Now 28, Emma Swan and her son Henry work together to discover what caused her parents and the other inhabitants to suddenly disappear.

Anything Could Happen (2024) by wildseafairies

Killian and Emma have been friends for years. Not just friends, though—best friends. Until today, that is. Something has changed between them, Killian just can't put his finger on what it is. So, when an inebriated Emma stumbles in the dark room he's been hiding in during Mary Margaret and David's engagement party (and doesn't seem to recognize him), Killian sees his chance at untangling whatever went wrong there by taking an epic trip down memory lane with her. And maybe—just maybe—that's also the way for both of them to confront the intricate feelings they've been quietly harboring for each other…Who knows?

Your Loved by StonEvo

Emma just needs to make it through her Senior year. Then Henry and herself can finally be free of the system and be there own family. But will her New Foster mom, Mary Margaret worm her way into there hearts. And what's with the town sheriff always eyeing her new guardian. Emma could careless if it weren't for the fact that the towns resident bad boy is always with said sheriff also giving her eyes as well as weird butterfly like feeling in her stomach. None of that matters, because Emma's going to graduate and leave this dumb little town behind and hopefully out run the past she also left behind in Boston. All she needs is the only person who truly loves her, Henry.

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[childotkw]

Hi Jordan, I'm just starting out writing my fic and I am a bit stuck so I'm seeking for some advice. How do you plan your fics? I have a few specific scenes in my head and I'm not sure whether I should write those and build my fic around it? Or I should plan out all the vital plot points

Hello darling! Sorry about the delay in getting to you!

Most of my stories are born out of one cool scene or concept, and then I create the branching storyline for either direction from that one moment in the plot.

I don’t have a specific method that I follow - each story’s development is different and I’m very much at the whim of my muse and imagination. But one structure that I have found helpful is this:

Identify your main characters and their details (e.g., their backstories, their traits, their flaws relevant to your fanfiction world / environment / AU). For example - in a non-magical AU, how would this impact the lives of character who were canonically magical?

Order your current scenes into a rough timeline and identify the gaps between them. For example - label them ‘Scene A’, ‘Scene B’ and ‘Scene C’ once you know what you’re working with.

Starting with your earliest scene, figure out how much build up you want until you reach it and then start working backwards until you’re satisfied with your story’s new initial starting point. For example - your original ‘Scene A’ might end up becoming your new ‘Scene H’. Relabel and reorder them as you go!

Think of potential in-between scenes that could occur to propel the story and characters along, and mark them down (these in-between scenes don’t have to be super detailed, but it will help you to flesh out your order). For example - “I know that at some point before ‘Scene F’ I want these two characters to have a fight, so I’ll just put it down as ‘Scene D’ for now”.

Repeat the above steps for all of your original scenes, until you have a tentative sequence of events between all of them.

Once you have a rough outline, identify your moments of conflict - and outline how these moments will impact the growth of your character. For example - ask yourself things like: Will they grow stronger or weaker because of this conflict? Will their previous progress continue or will they be stalled? How does it affect them emotionally as well as physically? Does their flaw play into this conflict at all? Have I foreshadowed things to my satisfaction?

Characters drive your story events forward, so consider what their motivations are at each point in the story. For example - ask what they want and how you, as the writer, can stop them from getting it.

Start planning how each conflict will be resolved. For example - did the character’s growth from a previous moment of conflict help them learn a new ability or piece of information that lets them overcome this next challenge?

These are just some small tips but I hope they help! The important thing about setting out your plot is understanding that everyone’s process is different, and that even if you don’t know all of the in-between moments just yet, you’ll discover them along the way.

Some people are super detailed in their outlining, others figure it out mid-way through. I had the ending of CS planned out pretty much from the beginning. The plot-twist to ybtm only came to me as I was writing it, and I had to go back and rewrite the first chapter to make it make sense.

Writing is very fluid, and you shouldn’t be afraid to start just because you don’t have all the pieces perfectly arranged.

[jrob64]

Her Favorite Moments of the Day

A CS Canon Compliant One-shot for CS Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo

With this short one-shot, I can now say I have a bingo on my board! While the prompt 'creaky floorboards' was probably meant to have spooky connotations, my muse took this in a fluffy and slightly smutty direction. Thank you to @hollyethecurious for the fantastic idea of the autumn bingo board. Be on the lookout for some winter themed bingo stories in the coming months!

Thank you @hookedmom for being my beta once again!

Summary: Emma Jones's days include many moments with her husband and infant daughter, each one of which is her very favorite.

Rating: soft M (minor smut) and F (major fluff)

Words: 1191

Can also be found on Ao3 and ffn

Story under the cut

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Emma Jones watches her husband Killian lay the book he’s been reading aloud face down on the coffee table, as she rocks their eight-month-old daughter in the corner of their living room. “She’s finally asleep,” he says quietly, walking over to stand in front of his two blonde-haired loves.

When Hope was born, Killian placed the rocking chair in that specific location so his wife could look out at the ocean while she nursed their little girl. Emma knows it gives him endless pleasure seeing the two of them together, Hope gradually calming at the end of the day as Emma softly hums a lullabye.

Emma looks up at him. “Do you want to carry her upstairs?”

“Of course,” he whispers, carefully releasing a lock of his wife’s hair from their daughter’s lax grip. Then he gently lifts Hope into his arms, smiling down at her. Emma can tell he’s reveling in the feel of Hope’s sleep-stilled body against his chest. When she’s awake, she’s constantly on the move, scooting and crawling at a speed that has her parents fearful for her safety at times.

He turns and slowly glides across the floor, brushing kisses to the crown of the baby’s sweet-smelling head.

Emma watches them go with a sleepy smile on her face. Dusk has fallen outside, darkening the room enough to soften the edges. The fire Killian built in the hearth creates dancing shadows on the wall and a crackling soundtrack for their quiet home. After a hectic day of work and caring for a small, energetic child, the time she spends feeding her precious baby and watching her drift to sleep, while her beloved husband reads to them, are some of her favorite moments of the day.

As Killian approaches the stairs, she calls out to him unnecessarily. “Please avoid the creaky floorboards so she doesn’t wake up.”

“Aye, Love. You remind me every night.”

She does, because it’s part of their routine. She rises from the chair and heads to the bottom of the staircase so her eyes can follow him. He moves to the far right on the third step and skips the seventh one altogether. Watching his attractive backside as he performs the necessary movements is another one of her favorite moments of the day.

They’ve been married for years, but their affection and passion for each other hasn’t waned.

She goes into the kitchen to make hot cocoa, humming as she gathers the ingredients. She’s stirring the milk as it warms in the saucepan, when Killian comes up behind her, wrapping her up in his arms. “Something smells delicious,” he murmurs, nuzzling behind her ear, the low timber of his voice raising goosebumps of pleasure on her skin.

“You usually say that about my pancakes,” she says playfully.

“You’re well aware I’m not talking about anything you’re cooking on that stove, Love.”

She smiles. “The hot cocoa will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Ah, but I’m ready now,” he croons, pulling her tighter against himself so she can feel just how ready.

“What has gotten you so…worked up?” she gasps.

“I know you were watching me as I climbed the stairs. I could feel your gaze on me.”

“I love watching you avoid the creaky steps,” she admits. Biting her lip in anticipation, she turns in his arms to face him. “I love watching you do almost anything.”

He reaches around her and turns off the stove. “To hell with the cocoa,” he murmurs against her temple. Then he captures her lips, backing up until he bumps into the table behind him. They kiss hungrily, starved for each other, even though they just shared intimate moments that morning before Hope awakened.

“Upstairs,” she demands breathlessly.

He hoists her up, arms cradling her ass, and she wraps her legs around his hips. He walks them briskly through the kitchen and starts up the stairs. When he steps on the third one, it lets out a loud creak and they both freeze.

Listening intently, they breathe out a sigh of relief when all they hear is silence. “Sorry, Love,” he whispers. “I forgot.”

“Skip the seventh one,” she giggles.

He does, and they make it to their bedroom with no further mishaps. With practiced ease, they strip each other out of their clothes, lips eagerly exploring bared skin. These passionate moments are some of her favorites, too.

She moans as he pays special attention to her breasts, knowing how he loves that they’re still larger than usual. His clever fingers trace the shiny stretch marks that mar the smooth skin of her abdomen. She used to be self-conscious about them, but he assured her with his words and touch that he adores the reminders of her carrying their child.

Her hands aren’t idle. They stroke, caress and tease the places she knows bring him the most pleasure. Soon, husband and wife are panting and writhing, moaning and pleading. Their bodies are heated, slick with sweat and arousal. When he enters her, it’s familiar but completely new. They move in sync with one another, driving each other higher and higher, until they climax together.

As their bodies cool, his head cradled between her breasts, hand skimming her ribcage, she mumbles, “You deprived me of my hot chocolate.”

“Sorry, Love,” he chuckles. “I suppose you prefer that bloody beverage to intimacies with your husband.”

She tilts his face up to look into his eyes, her own conveying her sincerity. “Never,” she guarantees. “I will never have enough of you, my love.”

They’re in no hurry to move as they lay naked under the covers. These moments, when they are skin-to-skin after making love and having hushed conversations with each other, as their hands, fingers and lips roam, are more of her favorite moments of the day.

When they’re finally ready to move, Killian slips on some loose flannel sleep pants and goes downstairs to finish making the cocoa. Meanwhile, Emma cleans up, washes her face, moisturizes and gets into her pajamas.

He brings their beverages upstairs and they sip them contentedly, while each reads a book from a stack on their nightstand. When the mugs are empty, Emma takes them downstairs, completely forgetting to avoid the creaky stairs. She washes the dishes, double checks the lock on the front door, clicks off the lights and goes back upstairs.

Peeking into Hope’s room on the way back to theirs, she’s surprised to see Killian rocking their daughter. Upon seeing her questioning look, he murmurs with a grin, “You didn’t skip the creaky floorboards, Swan.”

Crossing the room with feather-light steps, she stops beside him, one hand carding through his thick hair, while the other softly caresses Hope’s rosy cheek. Bending down, she presses a kiss to the baby’s head, then one to Killian’s lips. She also counts quiet moments like these among her favorites.

Then again, when she thinks about it, every moment she spends with her husband and daughter are her favorite moments of the day.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this brief glimpse into Emma, Killian and Hope's life together. Be sure to check out all the fantastic offerings for the Autumn Bingo event found on Ao3 here.

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[smallishzine]

Just a small heads up, if you include shipping you may wanna make it clear that there are ships and what ships are there. A lot of people aren’t comfortable with shipping, especially since I’ve seen people say Joel thinks it’s a bit weird to be shipped with anyone other than Lizzie (needs to be fact checked, this is just what I’m seeing in boat boys comment sections). Maybe consider making the ship stuff a separate section or just telling people in advance (pinned post, bio, anywhere clear works) that it includes shipping so those who don’t like it can walk away.

important info about the zine plz read even if you didn’t send the ask:

thank you for the heads up! We’re about to get super rambly and vaguely off topic but we promise all your points get addressed. This is actually a great opportunity to clarify, because I realized I didn’t explain myself particularly clearly, if some one does choose to include shipping, its all going to have to be subtext (as always except for shadowbeans whose alternate ship name I still refuse to use), but that is for non-canon ships. Regardless of how people feel about it, c!Joel and c!Jimmy did in fact kiss in Real Life smp, and c!Joel and c!Sausage did in fact have a child together in esmp2, so we’re not gonna rewrite events. Basically when I say shipping in the context of this zine I mean taking relationships the c!Joel had with other people and creating moments that didn’t necessarily happen but feel plausible for the characters that are able to be interpreted as romantic as well as platonic. Also, everyone’s definition of ship art is different, so the level that I was thinking is pretty mild (and btw I’d like to interject here that this is not me dissing on shipping or ship art love shipping so much that I found a ship called the relation and I never left it, but I also know that people have all sorts of comfort levels with different things so this zine is going to be dry docked but I assure you that out there on my super secret personal blog we are very much lost at sea). Like, to give some examples of what would be okay versus not okay for the zine: kissing is pretty much off limits, honestly mostly because that’s a pretty boring zine piece, there’s nothing going on except the ship, but anything where any sort of romance is up to the interpretation, such as hugging, handholding, spending time with, these are all normal things, but also this can’t be the focus of the piece. Please no one just draw like Joel and someone hugging and call it a day. Implied shipping is allowed to feature in your piece, not be the main focus of it. That’s just not an interesting zine piece. Valid art/writing, still amazing stuff keep sharing it on the internet it’s very interesting, just not in the context of this zine. Anyway, you are correct about not everyone being comfortable with that stuff, so if any piece comes off as really shippy without violating the guidelines we’ll make sure to label it correctly, but also, I should make it clear, I’m really hoping that shipping doesn’t become the focus of this zine. It is a Joel zine, so Joel should remain the focus, and any shipping would be subtextual and not central to the zine. There are many great Joel ships out there with lovely content to consume, but that’s not really the focus of this zine. Also, that aside, if Joel doesn’t want his character (because we are talking about shipping cs here. Cc!Joel is a lovely person, but this zine is going to be in-character. Also while cc!Joel should absolutely be respected in what sort of fan content he wants people making about him, his character is, well, just that: a character. Its like saying you can’t ship two characters from an animated tv show because their irl voice actors aren’t comfortable being shipped. It’s just two different things) shipped with characters who don’t belong to his wife, he should probably stop making his c! kiss all those men. And have children with them. And send them love hearts in the mail. And call them babe. If he did it in canon it’s probably safe to say we’re good having them do it in fan content. But again shipping should be an extremely small part of the zine if it’s there at all and should be subtextual enough that even people who don’t ship can still positively engage with the zine!!! If it needs a warning, it’s probably too shippy.

also all this aside if I’m handling this wrong guys I’m sorry I’m only one person and it’s really stressful trying to please everybody I promise I’m trying my best but I just wanna get together with a bunch of other people who share this strange fascination with the bean man and make art and writing about it I don’t wanna get canceled or something I promise I’m trying my best. I’m really struggling to balance my love of creating shipping fan content and realizing that not everyone is comfortable with that and it’s really difficult and stressful I just can’t we all just draw and write what makes us happy I just want this to be a fun experience and being yelled at on the internet for drawing two characters who’s ccs aren’t in an irl relationship being something other than friends is not my definition of a good time. I’m not accusing you anon of doing anything like that the ask was very respectful but I’m worried this post will prompt less polite people to come and yell at me.

-mod Dinn

[adaptacy]

Johnny Slaughter Pregnancy H/Cs Pt.1

Cw: Mentions of trauma, angst, but also fluff and him being pretty cute for an (ex)cannibal, older Johnny, post-Sawyers

Important Notes:

He'd left the Sawyers a long time ago. Almost three years now. Things had gotten shady- shadier than ever. Police got involved. He had to split. And he'd moved to Georgia of all places. Close enough that he was still in familiar climates, far enough that he was removed from the interference.

He didn't know what happened to the rest of 'em. Probably for the best. He'd gotten a job as a butcher, of course. It was what he was good at- carving, skinning, etc. And it paid the bills. And introduced him to you.

About a year after he'd moved, the two of you met in the shop. Johnny had been assigned to cover the register for the day since the usual coworker was gone, and you'd happened to show up that day as it was the shop you frequented when you went on grocery trips.

The interaction went as you'd expect. You asked for what you needed, and he gave it to you. You also asked if he was new, and what happened to George, the usual man behind the counter. Johnny explained that he was out sick, so he was covering for him. You found his accent amusing, since it was different than what you were used to. You asked where he was from. He said Georgia. You didn't believe him.

And you left with a kind goodbye. Didn't see him again for another two months. Didn't really think about him. Until you found him in a bar, and recognized him. The two of you chatted, and he ended up asking you on a date. Things only went uphill from there. You got along really well with him.

Well enough that, now, a little over two years later, the two of you lived together, and you were almost 6 months pregnant with his child. You didn't know a lot about his past. You knew he'd been born in Texas and didn't really know his parents. He said he'd been in a foster house, but wasn't ever adopted. He never said anything more. It seemed to be a sensitive subject for him, so you didn't really bother prying.

Overall, he was really sweet. Intimidating as hell, and had a sinister smirk, but you'd never seen him be aggressive or violent in any way. He was like a really cuddly teddy bear. A great example as to why you shouldn't judge a book by its muscular cover.

While the two of you weren't engaged, he definitely was planning on proposing. But he didn't want to stress you out- he wanted to wait until after the baby was born. He was actually quite looking forward to having a kid, but he was also very anxious about it.

Pregnancy Head-canons (SFW):

He was unsure at first. When you told him, he had no idea how to react. He put on a smile, but you could see through it. However, you didn't want to upset him, and decided it was best to give him time to process it before you overwhelmed him.

Truth was, he was scared of having a kid. He was scared for you- His own biological mom had been killed, and while he knew that it was a freak situation, he couldn't not worry about the same happening to you. In some twisted way, he worried that somehow his past would come back to bite him in the ass. And that you'd get involved.

He had occasional thoughts of running before you were pregnant. He felt that, even if something terrible happened, if he somehow was found by the cops, he could just leave you. That he could run, and protect you. But now that you were pregnant with his baby, there was no more running. And that scared him. He never would've wanted to leave you, but it was comforting to know that it was an option. It didn't feel like an option anymore.

He also wasn't sure he could be a good father. His 'family' was batshit crazy, and they'd raised him the same. What if he passed on bad traits to your kid? What if he was an awful dad and turned his kid into a psycho like him?

He'd been doing better, of course- Johnny stopped killing people, he had to. At first, he'd told himself that he'd just lay low and go back to it once the cops were less a problem, but after the first couple months, he got used to it. Got used to normal meat, to normal diets, and he found he had a lot more free time when he wasn't chasing victims around all the time.

Even so, he still worried that he'd somehow manage to make a psychotic cannibal even when he was far from it. Or that his kid would have his anger issues, or his anxiety, or somehow have his trauma- he didn't want to put that weight on anyone else. And he didn't want you to have to see that.

But eventually, Johnny warmed up to the idea. especially when you started showing a tiny baby bump. He loved how certain shirts wouldn't quite come all the way down your stomach anymore, and even if you complained about it, it gave him some... really sweet, sickeningly domestic feeling. A feeling he'd never even dreamed of.

Despite everything, he was a family man. His family was the only thing he knew growing up. And while his was a mess, and left him worse for wear in the end, he still suffered from a constantly feeling of loneliness. He was so used to constantly being surrounded by, irritated, and cared about by family, and when he was living on his own, he lacked that completely. Moving in with you certainly helped, and now that there was going to be a third in the house, it actually reassured him a bit. He'd still be able to build family bonds, and with biological family this time. Plus, you weren't a psycho, so that definitely helped.

Because of this, he grew very attached to the baby once he got over his initial worries. He'd still have the occasional intrusive thoughts, but they were rare and he was able to push them out of his mind. He wanted a family with you, and he was going to have one.

But, Jesus fucking Christ, you were so goddamn careless. You acted the exact same, did the exact same activities, you lived life precisely how you did before you were pregnant, and Johnny was surprisingly overprotective of you and the baby. He refused to let you go to the bar or have even the slightest drop of anything alcoholic, and you'd expressed your frustrations that he was still allowed to drink but you weren't.

So? He stopped drinking. And then you came out one day to share a cig with him, and he'd practically carried you back inside because he didn't want you anywhere around cigarette smoke. You didn't really believe that cigarettes and drinking could have that bad of an effect, and you didn't do them all that often anyways. But Johnny refused to take any risks. He wanted to give your kid everything that Johnny didn't receive growing up, and that started with making sure you were as healthy as possible.

It wasn't long before he gave up smoking, too. It was tough, for both of you- really tough, actually, but you managed to make it through. If he could give up slaughtering and being a cannibal, he could give up cigs, and he knew you could too.

When the morning sickness started, he swore that you were dying. You had to reassure him constantly that it was fine, but only when your doctor also reassured him of this did he finally let it go. Still, he made sure to get whatever anti-nausea remedies possible, since you 'needed to keep the food inside of you' for the baby.

Oh, that too. He made meals. on meals. on meals. on meals. He was still a butcher, so he got first pick of the meats, and he loved bragging that he cut it himself. It was actually really cute to see someone so muscular and manly in the kitchen seasoning chicken and making salads. He was a really good cook. Wonder where he learned that...

Pregnancy cravings he would do his best to fuel, and while you joked about how he should try them with you, he refused. Listen- he could stomach a lot, but pickles in ice cream? Absolutely the fuck not. He could hardly watch you eat it, and he was a fucking cannibal for most of his life. But, he still provided them nonetheless.

Listen, the baby bump was one thing, but when you really started showing and started complaining about the baby kicking, he was at a loss for words. He didn't even know that was something that the baby could do at this stage. Well, to be fair, he didn't really know anything about pregnancy since he was the youngest in his family, but he could've assumed most of it. Other than the baby kicking. He'd ask over and over again if you were sure it wasn't just a stomach ache, or if you'd eaten something wrong.

In order to reassure him, you'd grab his wrists and put his palms against your belly. "What are you doin'?" "Just wait..." "Sweetpea, I'm serious, maybe we should go to the doct-" A pause. He looked between you and your belly. "Feel it?" "That... that was it?" "Mhm. That's our baby."

Rest assured, the first thing he did any time you mentioned the kicks in the future was reach to feel it himself. There was something about feeling the kicks that just... made him happy. Pleased him. Maybe it was knowing that your kid was healthy, or the fact that feeling it meant it was really happening- it just made the entire thing feel more real to him.

Around the 7 and a half month mark, he refused to let you do anything by yourself.

Getting food? "Nah, darlin' I can get it. Just stay here, I'll be right back."

Dropped something? "Don't- Don't go bendin' over, yer gonna fall, or hurt yerself. Where'd ya drop it? I'll get it."

Showering? "Hold onto my arm- I gotcha, sweetpea. How bout I run a bath fer ya? Make ya more comfortable."

Changing clothes? Well, he kind of already was there for that since he liked seeing you naked, especially with a baby bump, but you get the point. No matter what you were doing, he was there, doing his best to help you, even if it was pretty unnecessary sometimes.

Part 2 coming soon! Tumblr just has a word limit. Domestic fluff Johnny makes me so happy <333

[alaskan-wallflower]

head canons for ponyboy going back to school after Bob, Johnny, and Dally’s Death?

Sure!

I think we had a glimpse of it in the book?

I feel like on that first day he kept having to restrain himself from fighting (or maybe even hit into a fight) because people kept asking him where he had been

If he got into an actual fight I’d assume he’d get a detention or at least let off with a warning but he still had to get Darry to sign a slip saying he got into a fight promoting another lecture/argument however Darry doesn’t really care much. He knew the kid had it coming but he’d rather not have Pony turning into Dally 2.0

Obviously Pony’s grades slipped too and I feel like teachers would notice when Pony who normally scores at least a B was now getting Cs and Ds on his assignments

I think it said in the book at some point he was actually failing English and I feel like all his teachers kinda picked up, some asked what the deal was. Some didn’t.

The ones who asked what was wrong definitely got snapped at and he probably got sent to the office more than once

I feel like he starts picking fights or at least fighting back a lot more

He eats lunch outside with Two Bit and Steve after Steve found him eating in a bathroom stall

I feel like Pony would be a bigger target since Bob’s death but again he just fights back and snaps

Darry gets a lot of phone calls home and notes to sign…

Darry also started having to study with Pony and make sure he did his homework after school because he kinda just stopped doing it after a while. He just gave up.

He refuses to change for gym class too because he hates the questions about his scars and burns

I like to think Cherry and him get close, like a brother sister bond, so when Darry is busy she gets Pony to dtudy with her (she kinda realized the whole “social class” thing was bullshit obviously)

She takes Pony out to nice cafes on the West side for little study sessions and it helps him a lot, along with Darry

He definitely shuts down and doesn’t let himself get close to anyone. He has school friends…kinda. But even then you can hardly get a word out of Pony until a few years later.

He becomes a lot more reserved like Johnny but also fights like Dally. It’s rough.

[wooyoblr]

lay yourself bare for me (for us) (kys x jwy x cs, 18+)

description: If Wooyoung was going to walk around on stage with his cleavage on display like that, he really should have expected his boyfriends to react in the way they did. Every night was an exhilarating and new experience when the bed was occupied by three versatile men, and Yeosang knew his plans for San and Wooyoung were going to rock all three of their worlds tonight. Especially since it had been spurred on by the way San had been ogling Wooyoung’s tits as of late.

pairing: yeosang x wooyoung x san

wc: 7.9k

cw: threesome (obviously), dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, switch leaning sub!san, canon compliant/based on real events (i.e. break the wall tour outfits), blowjobs, dirty talk, name calling with a side of degredation, also praising, frotting, cumplay/cum as lube, use of feminine terms to refer to wooyoung’s anatomy (“tits” several times, “pussy” once), titty fucking, anal fingering, crying during sex, overstimulation, anal sex

author’s note: BEHOLD!!!! this idea has been floating around in my head ever since we first saw wooyoung’s second-day tour outfits… i just really wanted to fuck his tits, okay? and, well, since i can’t, yeosang and san have to otherwise what is the point of it all. anyway i really hope you enjoy this! it got waaaay out of hand but i’m super excited to be sharing it anyway <33 special thanks to the other half of my braincell, jenna, for proofreading and being my cheerleader throughout this whole thing.

Wooyoung’s second-day tour outfit was starting to get to Yeosang.

And Yeosang knew it was starting to get to San, too, if the way their other boyfriend’s eyes were always trailing after Wooyoung was anything to go by, raking over his exposed chest and collarbones like he was afraid they might be hidden away at any moment.

It wasn’t new, by any means, to see Wooyoung showing skin on stage. Yeosang had been teasing him about it for years; even Atiny knew that. He’d worn far less and shown off far more of his body in the past - Yeosang’s mind flashed back to that one recent time Wooyoung’s stylist gave him a jacket with a piece of fabric pinned to the front in place of an actual shirt, and the memory of how he’d heard San ravishing him that night through the bedroom walls brought a flush to his face now. But there was just something about the teasing little slit across the top of this particular tour outfit, the way his toned chest and collarbones - but not much more - were out there for the whole world to see, that caused something hot and carnal to flare up within Yeosang every time they performed with those outfits.

Another reason he knew San wasn’t faring any better was the fact that there had already been three occasions - to his knowledge, at least - wherein his two boyfriends had scurried off backstage into a private room, San dragging Wooyoung behind him, mere moments after they were dismissed by their managers at the concert’s conclusion. He didn’t mind, of course - it was part of their agreements as a throuple that they did not all have to be included in any romantic or sexual escapades that occurred, and Yeosang, having the lowest sexual drive of the three of them, was more than happy to let his boyfriends have their way with each other without him on occasion. Sometimes he even liked to just watch.

Tonight, however, he could feel something was going to be different.

It might have started when Wooyoung caught Yeosang staring at his chest through the slit in his shirt and then smirked at him. It could have been the eye contact Wooyoung immediately made with San after that, the pointed stare he gave him, and then looked back at Yeosang with the same sly expression on his face like he knew exactly what they were both thinking about at that moment. Yeosang couldn’t be sure what was going through San’s mind when he looked at Wooyoung dressed like that, but he knew what he wanted, and he was finally intending to act on it that night after the show was over.

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As predicted, San barely waited for the post-concert discussions to run their course before he had his hand around Wooyoung’s wrist and was pulling him away from prying eyes to the quieter backstage areas to have his way with him again. This time, however, Yeosang followed them.

He heard before he saw Wooyoung being shoved face-first into the wall beside the dressing room door, watched San press himself along the line of Wooyoung’s back, hips flush to his ass. Yeosang’s cock twitched in his own pants, just the sight of his boyfriends together making him stir with interest without even needing to be involved. San’s teeth latched onto the back of Wooyoung’s neck, whose eyes fluttered shut as he rolled his hips back into San’s crotch. Heat coiled low in Yeosang’s gut and he stepped forward, making his presence known.

“Starting without me again, are we?” he said, walking right up to them and smirking as they leapt apart. San dropped his head with shame and Wooyoung turned around to press his back against the wall for support, both of them already panting lightly. Yeosang tutted at them. “What am I going to do with the two of you? You’re insatiable.”

San, although both taller and broader than Yeosang, looked so small in that moment. His shoulders were hunched over and he looked up through his lashes at Yeosang. “I couldn’t help myself, Sangie,” he admitted. “He looked so good. And… And I know you’ve been looking, too, don’t try to deny it.”

San must have been feeling bold, or trying to tell Yeosang about what kind of headspace he was in today, implicitly. Given that San’s eyes were still on him, maintaining eye contact, Yeosang suspected it was the latter.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, was watching the two of them with his head up, chin tilted and eyebrow raised in some kind of challenge. “You want in or something, Yeosang-ah? I don’t know, I was sort of looking forward to San just railing me against the dressing room mirror again. He really hasn’t been able to keep it in his pants lately. I don’t even know what’s got him so wound up.” He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

Oh? So it was going to be that kind of night, was it? Yeosang’s heart fluttered at the thought of what was coming later. He looked between his boyfriends, settling into his role for tonight, and knew that they couldn’t continue here.

“Come on,” he told them. “Are you just going to stand around chatting or are we going back to the hotel so I can fuck some sense into you?”

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It had been a while since the three of them had both time and energy to spend the night all together. Going from world tour straight into comeback schedules and then into another world tour left all of their members rather exhausted and running on fumes a lot of the time. They all opted for single rooms when on tour, giving them the option to spend peaceful time away from each other or sneak into each others' beds to cuddle or fuck if ever desired. Most of the time, the trio never even progressed to sex simply because they were too tired to do anything other than make out for a bit and then crash in each others' arms.

But this leg of the tour had just begun and they weren't scheduled for another show tomorrow night, making it the perfect time for Yeosang to take apart both of his boyfriends piece by piece until they were trembling under his touch, sobbing against his mouth, begging for release. His cock began to stir in his pants with Wooyoung and San making eyes at him and each other on either side of him in the car back to the hotel.

Their driver was none the wiser about the looks the three men in the back seat were giving each other or the borderline animalistic thoughts that were running through each of their heads. Yeosang's mind was thrown back to the last few times he'd been intimate with them, memories of sweet touches, soft cries of pleasure, sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered against lips coming to mind. Neither of them were prepared for what he was planning for their little trio tonight, perhaps not even himself.

“It’s been so long since you’ve fucked me, Yeosang-ah,” Wooyoung purred into his ear. “Sannie has amazing skills and can move his hips in such precise ways, but there’s just something about your thick cock filling me up that I’ve really missed.”

Yeosang heard San’s breath hitch, his hand sliding along Yeosang’s thigh, and he closed his eyes before his carnal desire to take overpowered his common sense and started ripping their clothes off then and there. Wooyoung was obviously itching for someone to punish him for being such a fucking tease.

“You know this is about you, right?” Yeosang hissed back. “You and your slutty little tour outfits?”

Wooyoung gulped at the degrading word, eyes flitting between Yeosang and San’s intense gazes. His lips parted with understanding, twitching at the corner into a slight smirk. Yeosang decided in that moment that his mouth, along with multiple other things, was going to be stuffed full and fucked.

The tension was thick in the air as they pulled up at the hotel and scrambled out of the car. Their rooms were only a short elevator ride up, but none of them could wait; the build-up, time spent waiting, and tension simmering throughout the last few days had sent them over the edge and they needed their hands on each other as soon as possible, elevator cameras be damned.

Yeosang’s mouth found Wooyoung’s the moment the elevator door closed behind them, hands gripping his boyfriend’s hips and pressing him into the wall. He felt San’s body along the line of his back, warm lips on his neck as he shoved his tongue into Wooyoung’s mouth and swallowed his moans.

“Fuck,” San groaned against Yeosang’s skin. “He sounds so hot already, Sangie, I can’t wait to watch you fuck him.”

Wooyoung whimpered into Yeosang’s mouth, hands clutching at the front of his hoodie. He tilted his head, nearly knocking his forehead against San’s. Yeosang broke the kiss and moved his head to the side as Wooyoung leaned in further to join San’s lips on Yeosang’s neck. Wooyoung bit down and sucked while San licked a stripe from Yeosang’s shirt collar to his ear, Yeosang’s loud groan reverberating around the small room. His hands wandered up Wooyoung’s sides, across his stomach and chest, landing on each of his pecs. He bucked his hips against Wooyoung’s and squeezed his hands, massaging Wooyoung’s chest like they were breasts. He heard San whine behind him, felt his boyfriends pressing closer into him until they began kissing right next to his face. Yeosang was hard in his pants now and he could feel both of their cocks pressed against him in front and behind and that they were just as aroused.

The elevator came to a stop, the short ding making them startle and jolt apart. San grabbed Yeosang’s hand and Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung’s as they dragged each other through the doors and down the hall to their rooms.

Wooyoung’s room was first, so he pushed past the other two to get his keycard to the door. Yeosang took those few short seconds of opportunity to get his mouth on San’s neck, heat shooting down his spine at the surprised whine his boyfriend let out as he bit down on his collarbone. Wooyoung cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the keycard, glancing back to see his boyfriends making out without him. He finally got the door open and grabbed both Yeosang and San’s wandering hands, yanking them towards him and the three of them finally stumbled through the door into privacy.

The moment it was shut behind them, Yeosang shoved San against the door and then pushed Wooyoung by the shoulders to the floor. His knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud as San knocked his head back on the door, watching curiously. Wooyoung didn’t need to be told what to do once he was there, each hand reaching up to stroke his boyfriends through their pants while they fumbled with their pant buttons and zippers.

“Come on, come on,” Wooyoung whined petulantly. “Hurry up and give it to me.”

He was panting, eyes darting between them until San could shove his pants down his thighs just enough to let his hard cock spring free. Wooyoung was on him in an instant, a wanton moan slipping out the second he had San’s tip in his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang groaned, finally getting his hands on his own cock and pulling it from the confines of his pants. He spat into his hand and jerked himself a few times, watching the way San’s eyes rolled back and mouth fell open as Wooyoung bobbed his head up and down San’s length, until Yeosang decided it was time to resume his role for the evening.

Wooyoung pulled off San’s cock with a pop for some air and Yeosang took the moment to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him towards him, smirking as Wooyoung cried out at the sudden pain. Yeosang fed his cock into Wooyoung’s open mouth and then reached for San, groaning as the heat of Wooyoung’s mouth enveloped him while San pecked and nipped at his lips until Yeosang could push his tongue into his mouth and feel the warmth there, too. He sucked on San’s tongue as Wooyoung sucked on his cock. Wooyoung had one hand on the base of Yeosang’s dick to hold him steady and the other slowly jerked San off. He let Wooyoung switch back and forth between his boyfriends for a few more minutes, content to make out with San while Wooyoung got his fill of cock in his greedy mouth.

Yeosang broke the kiss to look down at Wooyoung, pressing his forehead against San’s as he did the same. “Look at him,” Yeosang said to San, “He’s so desperate to have at least one of his holes filled, he’ll happily take two cocks at the same time if it means he gets cock at all. What a slut.”

San whined nearly as loud as Wooyoung did at the way Yeosang spoke as if Wooyoung wasn’t even present. San dropped his head onto Yeosang’s shoulder and thrust his hips forward into Wooyoung’s willing mouth. “Could he take us both at one time?” San whimpered. Wooyoung groaned around his cock, now fisting Yeosang’s, and San whined again at the vibrations it shot through his shaft. “Could he fit two cocks in his mouth, do you think? What about– oh, what about his hole? Does he want it that bad?”

“If we want him to, he will,” Yeosang stated.

It wasn’t what he had in the cards for the night, but Yeosang added it to his mental checklist of things they needed to try soon. He pulled back from San and grabbed another fistful of Wooyoung’s fiery red hair, forcing him to look up at his dishevelled boyfriends.

Yeosang tutted at the glazed look on Wooyoung’s face, jaw slack and lips red raw, chin slick with spit. “You really do look like a slut right now.” He ran a finger over Wooyoung’s bottom lip, slipping it into his mouth and pushing down on his tongue until he gagged. “Greedy, filthy little cockslut, Wooyoung-ah.”

Wooyoung nodded, whimpered around Yeosang’s finger as he sucked, his eyes darting over to San.

“He’s not going to help you,” Yeosang said. “You’re to listen to me and me only, do you understand?”

He waited until Wooyoung nodded again before finally releasing his hair and withdrawing his finger.

Yeosang turned to San. “Are you ready to defile our slutty little boyfriend, Sannie?”

San, too, nodded at Yeosang’s words, his eyes a little harsher and less obedient than Wooyoung’s.

Yeosang continued, giving Wooyoung a quick glance to check he was still paying attention from his place on the floor. “Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about recently? I’ve been thinking about how good the two of you look under me as a pair.” He reached forward to tuck some of San’s stray hairs behind his ear, cooing as he leaned into the soft touch. “You’re so beautiful, San-ah, and I would love more than anything to ruin you tonight, but I think what we both want is to show our little Wooyoungie exactly what we think of one of the outfits he was wearing on stage today.”

San’s eyes widened in understanding and he nodded enthusiastically, hair falling from where Yeosang had just placed it. “Yes, yes,” San agreed. “He’s been parading himself around on stage, in public, in front of thousands of fans every day, and I’ve had enough of it, too.” He gulped, eyes darting between Wooyoung and Yeosang, before straightening his shoulders. “Shall we show him what that body of his is really only good for?”

Yeosang’s lips twitched into a sly smile. He hadn’t quite pinned down San’s headspace tonight just yet, but he seemed to be letting Yeosang take the reins, which was exactly what he’d been hoping would happen. “I think we shall.” He jerked his head towards the bed on the other side of the room. “Wooyoung. Get naked and get on the bed.”

Wooyoung huffed. “What, I don’t even get to make one of you cum with my mouth first? I thought you just said you wanted to defile me immediately.”

Yeosang’s lip twitched. Given how long it had been since they’d had a night like this, he knew Wooyoung’s brattiness would fold again as soon as Yeosang made his desires clear. He grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face him. “People who whore themselves out on stage don’t get to make demands,” Yeosang growled. “I tell you to strip and you strip, Young-ah. Now.”

Wooyoung whimpered in Yeosang’s harsh grip, whimpered again and then nodded so that Yeosang would let go of him. He scrambled from the floor, a soft groan slipping out as he stretched his sore knees, and stripped himself gracelessly of his clothing. Yeosang also stepped out of his pants and then towards San so they could help each other out of their shirts, kissing along each inch of exposed skin as he pulled the fabric up and over the taller man’s head. He knew San liked that kind of stupidly romantic thing in the middle of sex and it certainly was no hardship to worship San’s strong, lean body. He also took a moment to check in with him, wordlessly assess whether he was happy with how Yeosang was treating him. Once that was cleared, when the three of them were finally bare with Wooyoung sitting at the head of the bed with his legs out in front of him, did Yeosang address his boyfriends once more in his dominating tone.

"Since we’re here to celebrate the slutty little boob window in Wooyoung’s clothing, I’ve made a few decisions about how tonight is going to go down. Here's what's going to happen," Yeosang began, eyes on San beside him. "Sannie, you're going to cum on Wooyoungie's tits. How you get there is for Wooyoung to decide. Then, I'm going to fuck Wooyoung's tits with your help." He let his gaze linger on San's parted lips, before turning his eyes to his other boyfriend. "Wooyoung-ah, you are not allowed to cum until both Sannie and I have finished. Sannie can fuck your tits after me, if he wants to, and maybe, if you've been really good, I'll finger you while he does that. And then, once we're both satisfied, maybe one of us will fuck you. Is that understood?"

Wooyoung’s eyes were wide, lips parted, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, god, Sangie.”

Pleased with his obedience, Yeosang then looked to San, raising an eyebrow for his approval or input. San was chewing on his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me, too,” he said after a moment, reaching out to grab Yeosang by the hip and pull him towards him. San leaned in and murmured in his ear, just loud enough for Wooyoung to hear. “I love it when you get all controlling like this and I want more than anything for us to wreck that little twink over there, but I just can’t stop thinking about you railing me when you get like this, Sang-ah. It’s so sexy.”

A shiver shot down Yeosang’s spine and he nodded. “If Wooyoung can do as he’s told, the night will unfold exactly as we want.”

The two standing turned to face their boyfriend on the bed. Wooyoung’s hands were clutching at the sheets beside him, legs spread and bent slightly at the knee. His face and chest were already flushed. Yeosang dragged his eyes from Wooyoung’s parted lips down his chest to where his hard cock was straining against his toned stomach. Despite his own instructions, Yeosang’s fingers longed to reach out and touch, to stroke him and make him writhe under his hands, make him whine and cry and beg for more. He’d get there soon enough.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Wooyoung? Sannie’s not going to cum with you just sitting there looking pretty.”

Wooyoung’s eyes snapped between his boyfriends, who were still standing at the edge of the bed, looming over him. “O-Oh–”

“Join him, San,” Yeosang interrupted. “He clearly is having trouble thinking for himself. Poor little slut is already too sex-dumb and he hasn’t even been touched yet. Why don’t you get started until he gets his bearings back?”

San obeyed easily, crawled towards Wooyoung on the bed. He settled on his knees between his legs and dipped down to kiss him, hungrily parting his lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Wooyoung reciprocated naturally, arching his back into San’s strong grip and nearly losing his balance from how eagerly he kissed back. Yeosang kneeled on the bed, settling back to watch, his hand lurking between his legs but not touching himself just yet.

He watched San’s fingers slide up Wooyoung’s sides until they reached his hair where he tugged his head back hard, tilting his own head and sitting up on his knees to keep their lips connected. One hand rested at the back of Wooyoung’s neck, the other cupping his face, far softer than Yeosang had treated him a few minutes ago.

Wooyoung pushed back, knowing he would be given more leeway with San than with Yeosang tonight and clearly remembering what Yeosang had tasked him with before he would be allowed to cum. He kept pushing until San was on his back, elbows propping him up with Wooyoung leaning over him, their mouths still locked together. Wooyoung finally broke the kiss to shift around until he had one leg between San’s and was kneeling over his thigh, their hips aligned and cocks brushing against each other with every shift of weight on the bed.

“God,” Yeosang mumbled under his breath, unable to stop himself from crawling closer as they resumed kissing. He dropped spit into his palm and grasped their cocks, one of San’s hands shooting out to hold onto his other arm. San’s nails were digging into his bicep but it only served as a gauge for how good he was feeling as Yeosang jerked his boyfriends’ cocks together at the same time. High-pitched whines were already falling out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s as his hips jerked back and forth in tiny thrusts into Yeosang’s hand. San and Wooyoung’s foreheads were touching, their gazes locked as they breathed into the hot space between their mouths. It was sickeningly romantic, the way they looked at each other, and a warm flash of affection shot through Yeosang’s chest as he increased the speed of his hand, half considering throwing his plans out the window to watch them both fall apart all over each other under his touch.

San’s moans pitched up to match Wooyoung’s and his eyes rolled back, head dropping back to expose his flushed, sweaty neck. He was getting close.

“Touch him,” Yeosang ordered Wooyoung, swooping down to attach his lips and teeth to San’s neck while Wooyoung took over stroking their cocks. Yeosang bit down and sucked on the sweaty skin, groaning in response to San’s whining as he got closer to finishing. His hips were jerking under Wooyoung’s touch and Yeosang’s teeth where he nibbled down his neck to suck another mark along his collarbone. Yeosang glanced down to watch how the head of San’s cock rubbed up against Wooyoung’s, catching on his frenulum and leaking precum over the both of them which eased the slide.

“Yeosangie,” San whimpered, “I’m so close.”

“You look so gorgeous, Sannie,” Yeosang growled in his ear. “Wooyoungie’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?”

San nodded, eyebrows pinched together tight on his forehead. He just needed a push.

“You’re going to cum all over him and make such a mess of our little slut, and then later I’m going to fuck another orgasm out of you. Maybe even another in between if your little cock can get hard again quickly. I know how much you love it when you’re sensitive, when it hurts but it’s so good.”

San’s eyes flew open as he approached his high, hips jerking up into Wooyoung’s hand. After just a few more seconds, Yeosang slapped Wooyoung’s wrist to let go and then shoved him onto his back, giving San space to crawl back over him and straddle his waist, Yeosang pressed along the length of his back. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open and his tongue fell out to catch any stray drops as he gripped San’s cock again, angling it over his own chest and stroking him tight and fast.

Yeosang’s eyes flitted between watching San cum and Wooyoung’s open, waiting expression, until his eyes were drawn to Wooyoung’s small, pert nipples. They were hard with arousal, and just as San whined high in his throat and began to spill all over Wooyoung’s chest, Yeosang reached both hands around him to grip each of Wooyoung’s pecs and push them together, creating a divet of cleavage for San’s cum to pool in. San writhed and jerked, head fallen back against Yeosang’s shoulder, and Wooyoung was whining at the sight of San’s cum collecting on his chest.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang growled, barely giving San time to work through the aftershocks of his orgasm before maneuvering him off Wooyoung and taking his place. He was so tightly wound after watching and touching without being touched himself that he was almost worried he would bust a nut as soon as he slid his cock in between Wooyoung’s pecs.

San was panting, scrambled up to sit beside Wooyoung’s head where he could touch and press Wooyoung’s chest together just as Yeosang had been doing moments before. He uncapped the lube bottle (when had he even retrieved that?) and added a few drops to Yeosang’s cock to ease the slide. Wooyoung was watching them with wide, wet eyes, squirming under their intense, lust-filled gazes, although absolutely loving the attention on him.

“I bet you love being used like this,” San said, leaning down to nip at Wooyoung’s ear. He squeezed his hands where they were pushing his chest together, creating a space for Yeosang to finally slide his cock between them, aided by the cum and lube. “Every part of your body was made to be fucked by us.”

A low moan was ripped from Yeosang’s throat as he finally got some stimulation back on his cock, replacing San’s hands with his own and pushing Wooyoung’s tits together further. He moved his thumbs over the top of the divet, pressed against his shaft and creating a bridge so there was no place around his cock untouched. He pumped his hips in short thrusts into the wet crease, tuning into whatever San was mumbling into Wooyoung’s ear, getting their boyfriend all hot and bothered with nothing he could do about it. One of Wooyoung’s arms had flown up to hold onto San’s leg, nails digging into his flesh, the other tugging desperately at his own hair.

“You’re such an attention whore, Young-ah,” San was saying. “You’re never satisfied unless everybody’s eyes are on you, unless everyone is talking about how hot and irresistible you are. I bet you just okayed that outfit because you knew it would spark this kind of reaction from us, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Wooyoung’s eyes slid shut and then snapped open again like he didn’t want to miss seeing a single moment of Yeosang falling apart on top of him. Yeosang grunted, watching his cock fuck in and out of the tight circle he had created, San’s cum dripping over Wooyoung’s collarbones and pooling in the crevice there.

“You have such pretty tits, Wooyoung,” Yeosang growled. “I can’t believe you’ve been letting the whole world see them on stage. Almost wanna fuck them with that shirt still on you and leave my cum all over it so that everyone can see who you really belong to.”

Wooyoung whined after a particularly sharp thrust of Yeosang’s hips. “Yes, Sangie. This feels so good. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when we treat you like this? I bet you’d like it even more if Sannie fucked your pussy while I fucked your tits.”

Both San and Wooyoung cried out at Yeosang’s words, their sweet whining like music to his horny brain. Heat was building low in his abdomen, precum dripping from his cock and adding to the mess on Wooyoung’s chest. San was hard again, Yeosang noticed. He was jerking himself slowly next to Wooyoung’s face, who hadn’t noticed because his tunnel vision on Yeosang’s cock on his chest was so strong. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open again and he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, lapping at the tip of Yeosang’s cock each time he thrust forward.

San shifted his weight to lean forward just enough so that his cock could be seen by Wooyoung. He dragged his eyes away from Yeosang for just a moment, spotting his other boyfriend’s dick next to his face.

“Sangie,” Wooyoung whispered, “You’re going to fuck San, aren’t you?”

Yeosang nodded, hips slowing. “I’m going to fuck you both,” he clarified.

“Can I finger him?”

San whimpered and dropped his head forward onto Yeosang’s shoulder, his cock jutting out and rubbing against the side of Wooyoung’s face as his hips twitched without permission.

“Please,” San begged. “Yeosangie, please, I need something. You guys look so good together, please, please–”

“You heard him,” Yeosang snapped at Wooyoung. “Open him up for me.”

Yeosang focused on fucking Wooyoung’s tits while the other two fumbled with the lube. As he could feel himself approaching his peak, pleasure rooting itself at the base of his cock, one of San’s arms slipped around his shoulder to steady himself while the other began jerking himself off. The squelch of Wooyoung’s fingers pumping in and out of him added to the slick sounds of Yeosang fucking himself faster between Wooyoung’s pecs.

“You’ve been so good, Young-ah,” he told him. “Your body is so perfect, it’s just made for me to fuck. I could almost forget about how much of a slut you’ve been lately.” His breath came in quick, short bursts, his fingers playing with Wooyoung’s nipples as he fucked him harder. “Sannie, look at our angel. So perfect to be used like this. What a perfect little whore.”

San sobbed, apparently close again alarmingly quick, his hand stripping his cock rough and fast, hips bucking forward into his own touch and back on Wooyoung’s fingers. He shuddered, cried out Yeosang’s name once more, and then spilled over his fist, hot stripes of cum splattering over Wooyoung’s filthy chest and Yeosang’s cock.

The sight alone was enough to send Yeosang over the edge, as Wooyoung started moaning and San’s cries of pleasure reached his ears. His balls drew up and the tight pressure at the base of his cock finally snapped, a wave of pleasure slamming into him. His hips stuttered in a filthy grind against all the mess on Wooyoung’s tits as he came in long ropes that shot all the way up into Wooyoung’s open mouth. Yeosang doubled over, hips jerking into oversensitivity, and he was vaguely aware of the obscenely loud moans coming out of his mouth. San was kissing his neck, biting at his earlobe, and Wooyoung’s face had gone slack, eyes glazed over as he watched in awe.

Panting, Yeosang cleared his throat, sitting up on his knees and hissing at the stiffness in his body. “Get on your backs on the side of the bed, both of you.”

San, despite having already cum twice, moved faster and with more grace than Wooyoung. Yeosang slipped off the bed and walked around to stand in front of where they were seated beside each other. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Wooyoung’s first, licking into his mouth and cupping his face gently. He felt San’s hands on him, wandering without purpose, as if just to touch, to feel. Yeosang pulled back and regarded San for a moment.

“Wooyoung-ah, grab some wipes from the drawer and clean yourself up,” he instructed, before diving down to kiss San instead. Yeosang let his boyfriend’s hands feel up and down his body, gripping and squeezing as they made out while Wooyoung, who was shockingly hard and surprisingly not complaining about being ignored, wiped down the cum, spit and lube from his chest.

The way San kissed oozed contentment. His lips were soft and pliant under Yeosang’s, hands finally having settled on his hips where Yeosang stood between San’s parted legs. Wooyoung’s hands were on them next, one on each of their backs, their shoulders, their arms, rubbing and squeezing just a little bit, as if trying to tug them towards him again. San hummed into Yeosang’s mouth, and then pulled away to kiss Wooyoung.

Taking the opportunity for what it was, Yeosang grabbed the lube again, getting some into his palm and finally grasping Wooyoung’s red, veiny cock. His boyfriend yelped at the sudden touch where he was so highly strung and sensitive, and San pinched his nipple to get his attention back to kissing him. Yeosang snickered, pumping Wooyoung’s cock harshly a few times before taking pity on his desperate, needy cries and letting go.

“Lie down on your backs.”

As they did what they were told, Yeosang maneuvered them as he pleased. He pushed both of their thighs further apart, bent at the knees, and picked up Wooyoung’s smaller leg to place it on top of San’s. Yeosang’s cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight of both his boyfriends spread open and aroused in front of him, San’s spent dick somehow stirring back to life again and Wooyoung’s cockhead bordering on purple with how turned on and neglected it was. San’s hole was pink and wet from where Wooyoung had been stretching him earlier, inviting Yeosang to reach out and touch, but he knew that Wooyoung might call yellow if they ignored him any longer without touching him, so he made a decision.

“Since you did so well and let us fuck your pretty, soft tits, I’m going to finger you now.”

Wooyoung’s lips parted, brows scrunching together as he nodded. “Yes, please. Need you inside.”

Yeosang hummed, uncapping the lube again. Wooyoung propped his feet up on the bed, one of them between San’s thighs, and adjusted his hips to give Yeosang easier access. He turned his head towards San and pouted until the other got the message and kissed him again.

“Touch him, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said as he slid a finger into Wooyoung’s hole right to the hilt. “He can take it.”

Yeosang focused on opening up Wooyoung’s body, knowing that if he let his eyes stray to where Wooyoung’s hand was wrapped around San’s poor, sensitive cock, his own arousal would build too quickly and he wouldn’t have the stamina to fuck them both after having already cum once tonight. Unlike San, Yeosang was not a fan of the pain that came with being overstimulated and his refractory period was not as short, either. He could hear San’s sweet, soft whines as Wooyoung stroked him back to full hardness. Wooyoung was writhing and squirming under Yeosang’s ministrations, his fingers purposefully avoiding his prostate despite knowing how much he loved being milked by that stimulation alone.

“Yeosangie,” Wooyoung whined. “Please fuck me, I’m ready, I need you.”

Yeosang tutted at him. “So needy,” he scolded, using his clean hand to slap lightly at his inner thigh.

“Yeah, because I’ve been waiting for hours and you guys have just been using me and barely even touching me except when it does something for—”

Yeosang instantly withdrew his fingers and gripped the base of Wooyoung's cock harshly with one hand, the other hand reaching up to grasp his jaw and squash his cheeks tightly beneath his fingers.

“You wanna try that again, Youngie?” Yeosang growled, eyes bearing down harder into Wooyoung’s unwavering, unrelenting gaze. “You don’t get to go parading around on stage, showing yourself off like that like some whore, and then come home and demand we touch you the way you want it. You’re our slut and we’ll treat you how we see fit, you got that?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times as Yeosang’s grip on his jaw tightened, looking like he was going to retaliate again. Yeosang hadn’t been prepared to punish his boyfriend for bratty behaviour, but he would if that was what Wooyoung wanted out of tonight. But then Wooyoung whined, conceding, and let his eyes flutter shut finally as he relaxed. His cock throbbed in Yeosang’s other hand, hips twitching on their own accord, and Yeosang distantly remembered that Wooyoung was correct in that they’d been touching and teasing him without letting him cum for hours now.

He felt San’s hand brush the one he had around Wooyoung’s neglected cock, and he dropped him, letting San take his place.

“Yeosangie,” San mumbled, but Yeosang’s eyes were still locked with Wooyoung’s. “Yeosangie, make him wait. Fuck me first and make him wait longer.”

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San’s suggestion. Wooyoung choked out a sob suddenly and Yeosang’s eyes were finally torn away to look down at where San was digging his thumb into Wooyoung’s slit. Wooyoung’s fist was still wrapped loosely around San’s cock, too, though they were both just holding each other, not stroking. Yeosang let go of Wooyoung’s jaw as well and reached for the lube, shifting in front of San.

“Yeosangie is right, Young-ah,” San continued. “You don’t get to make demands like that and expect us to listen, do you? If we want to use your body for our pleasure, we will. You’re just here to be our little plaything and you take it so well, jagiya.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to fight back again and Yeosang moved quickly, jamming two clean fingers into his mouth. He used his other hand to line his lubed cock up with San’s hole and pushed his hips forward to breach him as Wooyoung moaned around his fingers, starting to suck. San’s head snapped towards Yeosang at the first sign of intrusion, the hand he had on Wooyoung’s cock slackening for a moment.

Slowly, Yeosang filled him inch by inch. Wooyoung had probably only managed to get two fingers into him earlier, so he was tight, and Yeosang wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out before he could fuck Wooyoung. He definitely wouldn’t be able to get hard again for a while and Wooyoung would break if he didn’t get fucked soon. San could always do it, but Yeosang wanted to.

“Fuck.” Yeosang’s breath rushed out of his lungs, hips stilling flush against San’s ass. His tight body was clenching around him, thighs shaking as Wooyoung resumed stroking his cock. San had cum twice already, Yeosang remembered amidst his haze of arousal, and he was incredibly turned on and sensitive, so it wouldn’t take much to get him there a third time. “You’re so fucking tight, Sannie.” He withdrew his hips just as slowly as he’d pushed in, revelling in the constricting heat around his cock, and then angled his hips up and slammed forward into San’s overstimulated prostate.

San’s body spasmed and he cried out, back arching off the bed. His neck was bared, flushed, and Wooyoung leaned in to lick at his sweaty skin, hand moving faster on his cock. Heat built quickly at the base of Yeosang’s spine as he fucked into San, hips and balls slapping crudely against his skin. San’s eyes were clenched shut as his body was rocked on the edge of the bed, little moans being pushed from his chest with each thrust of Yeosang’s hips.

“San-ah, you’re neglecting poor little Wooyoungie,” Yeosang reminded him.

“Yeah, San-ah.” Wooyoung nipped at his ear, making San whimper again. “Little Wooyoungie wants your attention.”

A low, quiet growl slipped out of Yeosang’s mouth as San nodded and turned his head to lock lips with Wooyoung. His arm moved across their bodies to take Wooyoung’s cock in hand again.

“Shit,” Yeosang whispered, eyes darting frantically over the sight below him as a surge of arousal and pleasure rushed through his body – his two attractive boyfriends making out, legs spread and jerking each other off while Yeosang fucked into San’s tight hole. “Oh my god.”

With his free hand, Wooyoung then reached between his own legs and tucked two fingers into himself, and Yeosang knew it was about to be all over for him way too soon. He grabbed San’s impossibly tiny waist and drove his cock harder into his prostate, pulling his boyfriend back onto his cock over and over again. Yeosang fucked him hard and fast until San had to break away from Wooyoung’s mouth to moan, loud and broken, and came all over his toned stomach and Wooyoung’s hand, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Without even needing to be told, as if he’d read Yeosang’s mind, Wooyoung knocked San’s hand away from him and sat up to swing a leg over his hips. He leaned forward and rested his hands beside San’s head. Now on all fours, hovering over his fucked-out boyfriend with his ass on display for Yeosang, Wooyoung wiggled his hips, and Yeosang certainly did not need to be asked twice.

He snarled, a flash of possessiveness smacking him in the chest as he gripped Wooyoung’s ass, spread his cheeks and fed his cock into his wet, needy hole.

“Fucking finally,” Wooyoung sobbed, fisting the sheets beside San’s head. “Split me open on that dick and– oh, oh! Fucking, god.”

Yeosang’s nails dug into Wooyoung’s ass and hips as he fucked into him roughly, already chasing his own high for the second time, knowing he was barely a minute away from finishing. He was so tightly wound, so fucking turned on he couldn’t think about anything other than reaching that sweet release and spilling all over Wooyoung’s pretty, pink hole. The sound of kissing beneath him brought him back to the scene, hearing the sloppy moans slipping out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s with every thrust. Yeosang’s abdomen tensed, realising his orgasm was approaching far too quickly because Wooyoung still hadn’t cum yet and god-fucking-damnit, he would not let his sub be unsatisfied.

Yeosang slid a hand into Wooyoung’s vibrant hair and yanked, pulling him up onto his knees and causing him to squeal at the new angle as Yeosang’s cockhead pounded into his prostate repeatedly. He felt San shifting beneath them.

“You want to be split open on a dick like the little cockslut you are?” Yeosang growled into Wooyoung’s ear and Wooyoung whined high in his throat in response. “Say it.”

“I– ah, ah, oh– I’m a little cockslut, fuck, fuck.”

“Say it again.”

“Yeosang,” Wooyoung cried, “Please, please, I’m so–”

“Stop begging and say it.”

Wooyoung sobbed through a broken moan. “I’m– I’m such a cockslut,” he whispered, and then again, louder, whinier, “I’m your little cockslut, Yeosang, just a slut to be used however you and Sannie want– ah, ah, ah–”

“Good boy, Wooyoung,” San said, settling in front of them. “Was that so hard? Cum for us now, jagi.”

Yeosang tugged Wooyoung back even further, forcing him to bend backwards so Yeosang could sink his teeth into the lovely, sex-flushed skin of his neck. He sucked hard, peering over Wooyoung’s shoulder just in time to see San on his stomach, taking Wooyoung’s cock into his mouth, and the tension within Yeosang snapped.

“Wooyoung, Sannie, I– fuck.”

His orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, hips pressed up against Wooyoung’s ass in a filthy grind as he rode out one of the longest, most intense orgasms he’d ever had. His mouth dropped open around an elongated moan, eyes rolling back as he panted hard, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. Hot ropes of cum shot into Wooyoung’s hole which was clenching around him. Yeosang’s thighs shook and he distantly heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans as he came into San’s mouth, grinding back on Yeosang’s throbbing cock where it was still shoved up against his prostate. His head had fallen back against Yeosang’s clavicle and his body trembled as he rode out his orgasm, too.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, after wading through the fog in his brain, Yeosang regained his senses and opened his eyes. He untangled his fingers from Wooyoung’s hair and eased him down onto the bed next to where San was lying, and then flopped down beside them both, absolutely spent. Wooyoung curled into San’s side immediately, flinging a tired arm over his sweaty back and nuzzling against his shoulder.

“Young-ah,” San groaned against the bedsheets. “You are disgusting and I am disgusting. Get off me.”

Wooyoung pouted and whined. “Meanie.” He turned to face Yeosang, bottom lip still jutting out. “Sannie won’t cuddle me.”

“You’re a big boy, Wooyoung,” Yeosang muttered. “You can handle a bit of rejection every now and then.”

“It’s good for your ego,” San added.

Yeosang snorted at Wooyoung’s petulant whining, but allowed himself to be pulled, along with a grumbling, exhausted San, into a cuddle pile. Wooyoung hummed, pressing a kiss to each of their temples.

“I fall more and more in love with you guys every fucking day,” he said.

“Wish you’d stop that,” Yeosang said.

“Hey! Like you weren’t the one who kissed me the first time!”

“Biggest mistake of my life.”

“You also kissed me the first time, Yeosangie,” San so helpfully added.

Wooyoung gasped as if he didn’t know this already. “It’s almost like you have feelings for us. Sorry to break it to you, Sang-ah, but you know you can’t resist all of this.”

“That is so true,” San agreed. “I mean, we were just saying how we basically own him and how unfair it is that other people get to look at him. Isn’t that what you were saying, Yeo?”

Yeosang was going to kill San. And Wooyoung.

“How the fuck do you have so much energy for all this banter?” he groaned, turning to bury his face in Wooyoung’s bare chest.

“You fucked us full of cum,” Wooyoung stated, shameless. “You injected your lifeblood into both of us and now we–”

San’s lips were on Wooyoung’s in an instant, stopping his weird train of thought then and there. Yeosang huffed out a laugh, reaching across Wooyoung’s dirty chest to hold onto San’s arm, keeping all of them in contact with each other. They would have to all have a long, hot shower and clean off the various fluids sticking to their filthy skin before they slept, but as Yeosang pressed a kiss to Wooyoung’s collarbone, squeezed his hand where it lay against San’s bicep, and watched with tenderness and wonder as the two of them kissed softly, he figured that could wait.

He didn’t want to give Wooyoung any ideas about a round two (three? four?) if they all went in there together, anyway.