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MASTER OF PERSUASION

Part 4 of kinktober | main masterlist

meandom!Spencer/Hotch x fem!reader; Threesome, creampie, dumbification, degradation, brat taming, abuse of power, edging, dubcon

Your involvement in a heinous crime was questioned by the two FBI agents who were eager to do anything to get you to talk.

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a/n: This one is dedicated to my nasty, touch-starved btches who secretly wants to be manhandled by two older men. Enjoy this pure filth🫶

YOU WERE FAR FROM BEING A GOOD PERSON. From the surface, you seemed like a normal, typical woman, just one of the countless faces within the crowd. But when the doors shut behind you, you find yourself involved in endeavors you should never have pursued in the first place.

You knew too much. You were acutely aware of how many crimes happening in your vicinity. The number of deaths resulting from these heinous acts should be enough to terrify you, but it didn't, because unbeknownst to your peers, you were one of the reasons why they happened.

Although you never played the role of the perpetrator, you were the person these criminals came to for information. You were good with technology, you could hack into any secure system in the blink of an eye. It was almost as if you were a deity of the dark web, a mastermind whose mere presence served as a godsend to those carrying out these crimes.

It was easy money; you gave what they wanted, received what they paid you, and most importantly, you made sure to never look back. You always wiped everything out after each job was done, but somehow, after working on so many deals, your luck finally struck out.

Somebody hacked into your system—no, somebody good hacked into your system. This person knew what they were doing. They managed to hack through your firewall and retrieve a few of your data while also discovering your identity.

You honestly wanted to praise whoever was on the other side because you had never encountered someone who could match, if not surpass, your own skill. But it wasn't until you heard the loud banging on your front door, followed by people in uniformed vests rushing in and pointing their guns at you, that you finally realized who had breached your system.

It was the FBI.

So that was how you found yourself sitting inside an interrogation room hours later with two agents across from you. A very tall, intimidating man stood at the corner, his arms crossed as he watched you silently. Dr. Spencer Reid was how he introduced himself, and the way he emphasized the title in front of his name, you were certain he was the type of person who took extreme pride in his intelligence.

He seemed a little too cocky.

Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, on the other hand, was hard to decipher. The older man appeared somewhat guarded as if his job had forced him to put on a facade devoid of genuine emotions. Maybe it did. He was, after all, a federal agent. Both of them were. These men were probably taught to master the art of maintaining an inscrutable poker face.

Nevertheless, they were both intimidating, and you wondered to yourself, was good cop bad cop not a thing anymore? Because as far as this was going, none of them seemed inclined to make things easy for you.

The man in front of you cleared his throat, his voice was a well-practiced blend of authority and curiosity. "You've been quite elusive, haven't you, Miss Y/L/N?"

You leaned back, studying him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers tracing the edges of the table with a cool, almost casual detachment. "Elusiveness is a matter of perspective, Agent Hotchner. I prefer to think of it as adaptability."

"Adaptability?" He leaned in closer, his sharp gaze never wavering. "You've made quite a name for yourself. You've infiltrated government agencies, stolen classified data, and even orchestrated financial heists... Impressive, I must say."

A faint smile danced upon your lips, revealing just a glimmer of amusement. "I simply explore the hidden avenues of the World Wide Web. It's not about the thrill; it's about the knowledge."

His eyes narrowed. "But your actions have consequences. You've caused quite a chaos, don't you think?"

"Consequences are a part of every action, whether in the digital realm or the physical world. As for chaos..." You met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Well, sometimes chaos is necessary for evolution."

He leaned back, his expression unyielding. "Evolution or anarchy?"

"As I said, everything is a matter of perspective, even anarchy," you replied, your voice smooth as silk. "In the grand scheme of things, I'm just a catalyst. Society's flaws were there long before I came along."

The man in the corner took a step forward. His eyes bore into you with resolve as if he had grown weary of the ongoing debate. "You've had your say," he interjected with a steely tone. "You know why you're here. Our victim's files were found on your computer, we need to know who requested them."

You met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and amusement, unfazed by his direct approach. "Doctor Reid," you said, your voice laced with a hint of mock surprise. "Always chasing ghosts in the machine, aren't you?"

His expression remained composed, his intellect undeniably sharp. "We're not here to discuss my pursuits. We're here to talk about the life you've disrupted."

"Disrupted? I'd say I've merely revealed the cracks in the system. Your victim, as you call them, was a casualty of a much larger game."

"Games have rules, Miss Y/L/N. You seem to operate outside of them."

"Rules are made to be broken, Spencer," you retorted, your tone cutting like a blade through the air. "I can call you that, right? I hate having to speak with such formalities."

"It's Doctor Reid," he corrected. "Tell us who you're working for."

His unwavering determination was met with a subtle, knowing smile from you. You leaned forward, your eyes locking onto his with a hint of intrigue.

"I don't know, Spencer," you began, your tone slightly softer, as if you were letting him in on a secret, "The digital world is a labyrinth of information. Files come and go, they disappear and reappear... It's like trying to catch a shadow in the dark. It's useless."

He addressed you with a cold stare. "You're playing a dangerous game here."

You raised an eyebrow, your voice honeyed with allure. "Oh, I'm well aware of the game we're playing. But don't mistake my refusal to cooperate for arrogance. It's just that some secrets are meant to stay hidden."

The room seemed to contract, the air thick with unresolved tension. Aaron cleared his throat and your eyes fell back on him. "Miss Y/L/N, give us a name and we can make things easier for you. But if you don't cooperate..." His eyes traveled down along your body, the goosebumps rose on your skin in response to the heat of his gaze. "I'm afraid we have to resort to extreme measures."

A brief pause hung in the room. There was something in the way he was staring at you. He was looking at you with a profound determination that seemed very different from the way he assessed you before. Under the weight of his scrutiny, you felt your body growing hot. Your breath hitched, and a flush of warmth crept up your neck and tingled in your cheeks.

You regarded him for a moment before you finally spoke, your voice calm but tinged with a hint of defiance.

"If you think you can break me, Aaron, you're gravely mistaken. But if you're interested in the name..." you leaned back, crossing your arms. "I guess you'll have to earn it."

The tension in the room escalated as your words hung in the air. His jaw clenched, and when you thought you had won the upper hand over this battle of wits, he surprised you by waving his hand in the air, and Spencer came forward.

It was as if they had planned this. The way Aaron instructed his partner to move seemed rehearsed and calculated. Spencer walked over to you and before you could register what was happening, he grabbed onto your arm and wrenched you out of your chair with a force you didn't know he possessed.

Your voice carried a mix of anger and frustration as you protested, "What the hell are you doing?"

You suddenly felt him run his hands along your arms. "Checking for weapons."

The scoff you gave him was loud. "Oh, now you're treating me like a criminal?"

"It's a mere precaution."

And then you felt it, the way his touch lingered on your body. It was far from any normal search. His hands felt warm on your skin, even over the material of your shirt, as he continued to pat down your arms. There was a certain roughness in his movements as he slid his arms around your backside and you couldn't mistake the way he gripped your ass more than he should probably have.

"This is ridiculous," you muttered under your breath. "You won't find anything."

"I'll be the judge of that." He slightly shoved your shoulders. "Put your hands on the table."

You reluctantly did as you were told, silently gritting your teeth. His hands moved with purpose, and as much as you wanted to stop this questionable act, your body was reacting in a way that had you questioning yourself instead.

Why was your heart beating so fast as he stood behind you? Why was it getting so hard to breathe when his hands slipped around your waist? And why did it seem you were anticipating more when his palms slightly hovered over your breasts?

"Is this really necessary?" You asked quietly, trying to act as if his rough hands on you weren't affecting you. "This feels more like an attempt for intimidation."

You could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he asked, "Are you intimidated, Miss Y/L/N?"

You liked to think that you weren't, but honestly, you didn't know anymore. You had tried your best to put on a mask to avoid appearing weak, but as he started to squeeze your breasts in the palm of his hands, it finally dawned on you what was happening—You were finally caught, there was a high chance of you ending up in jail, and now a federal agent was touching you inappropriately, groping you in a crude form of patting you down.

And to your dismay, you actually liked it.

But you had too much of a pride, that was why you found yourself lying through your teeth. "No."

Spencer hummed a reply as if he didn't believe you. He squeezed your breasts through your shirt again, palming at them as he slightly felt your nipples stiffen through the material, and he couldn't resist rolling them as his touch continued lower. Your breath hitched as he mapped out your curves, one of his hands delving between your thighs before he stopped right at the center of your heat.

You let out a gasp.

"I-Is this even legal?"

Your mind went blurry as you felt his fingers touching you through the thin fabric of your pants. "Are you questioning how the law enforcement works?"

You couldn't answer him. Not because you didn't want to, but because you weren't able to form any coherent words as he continued to palm your sex, his fingers continuing to rub you. You were suddenly so focused on the way he was touching you, your head hanging low as you felt the sensation throughout your body, that you didn't even hear Aaron calling out your name.

It wasn't until Spencer retrieved his hand from between your thighs, and yanked your hair from behind, that you were forced to meet Aaron's gaze. "He called you," Spencer mocked, tightening his grip.

Aaron leaned forward, assessing the way you were arching your back with both of your hands planted on the table. "You have two options. One, we can play nicely, you give us a name and we'll go easy on you." His voice dropped lower as he continued, "Or two, you keep with this attitude and we might have to coax the answer out of you."

You locked eyes with him, a silent challenge burning in your gaze. Despite being in this vulnerable position, there was an undeniable strength in your stare, a refusal to surrender to their intimidation. Aaron met your gaze with a profound understanding.

"The hard way it is then." You saw him lean back in his chair as he crossed his arms, the subtle movement actuating his broad chest. "You know what to do, Reid."

There was nothing remotely gentle about the way Spencer handled you after those words. He shoved you, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped, your body pressed against the cool surface of the table. Somehow between your struggles, he managed to slide his hands around your waist, unbuttoning your pants before pushing them down your legs.

The air hit your bare skin, and even when you felt the cool breeze, your body was seething with fire, burning through your veins. The warmth spread along your cheeks as you realized you were wearing your skimpiest underwear, a flimsy material of dark lace that barely covered your sex. He gripped your ass with the palm of his hands, fingertips digging into the plush skin as he spread you apart.

"Well, aren't you a pretty thing?" You felt him shift behind you and you imagined him kneeling right in front of your heat. The moment his knuckles brushed along your wet patch, your hips bucked involuntarily. "She's wet, Hotch, I think she's getting a little too excited."

"I'm not surprised," the older man said. "She does seem like a slut."

Your head snapped at him. "I am not a slut."

"Oh, you are a slut." He leaned forward and reached out his hand, holding your chin in a vice grip, forcing you to look at him. "And we'll prove you how much of a whore you actually are."

Right on queue, a surprised gasp left your lips when Spencer's large palm burned your skin, giving your ass a harsh slap. The sound echoed in the room and he repeated the motion, watching in satisfaction the way your ass rippled for him. You fell into a false sense of security as he began to soothe his hand against your burning skin before pulling back to give another loud smack, and your mouth fell apart in pleasure.

"Not a fucking slut?" Aaron taunted, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "That's the most farfetched lie you told us ever since you walked through that door."

You glared at him, but your defiance slowly shattered when you felt Spencer pulling down your panties over the curve of your ass, slipping them down your legs. The evidence of your arousal stuck onto the fabric and you felt your cheeks going warm in embarrassment. Spencer sucked in a gasp as he took in the sight of your lower half completely naked for him.

"Barely even touched you and you're soaking wet," he murmured, letting his thumb brush over your pussy, gauging your reaction. Your nose scrunched as you tried to bite back a moan that threatened to slip out. He started with gentle strokes, keeping his fingers only on the outer side, yet you could still feel his touch everywhere.

Each downstroke he made gave a light pull against your clit without giving any direct contact, and each time his fingers came back up, he slowly spread your folds open for him, briefly allowing your slickness to come in contact with the cold breeze of air.

Your mind became hazy, and just when you thought your body couldn't react more to his touch, he slipped a finger between your folds, feeling your slick against the dainty flesh. The motion caused your hips to buck erratically and your hands immediately reached up to grip onto the edge of the table.

He slipped deep inside you as your arousal coated him, circling your tight entrance as he felt the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his finger. He let out a low grunt as he felt how tight you were around him, curling at the knuckle while he began to drag his calloused pad against the soft spot inside you, making your body shake just from the mere contact.

The subtle reaction didn't go unnoticed by Aaron and he watched as your eyes glazed over. He couldn't stop himself from smirking, his features revealing a hint of amusement.

"You're enjoying this too much. I'm starting to think you're keeping your silence for the sake of this." You moved your head away from his grasp, only for him to grip your jaw harder. "Don't fucking move. Keep your eyes on me while he fucks your tight little pussy."

You never thought you'd be hearing such crude words from him, not with his stoic demeanor and polished facade, nor did you expect your body to react the way it did when those words filled your ears. You couldn't help it, your body betrayed your mind as your cunt continued to throb between your thighs. You could feel the desire building inside you, threatening to burst as you felt your body shake, and Spencer was well aware of this as he felt your walls clenching around his finger.

The laugh coming through his lips rang in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. "She liked that."

Aaron raised his eyebrows at you. "You like it when I talk like this?" He taunted. "You like it when I tell you how much of a slut you are taking his fingers so deep inside you?"

Your eyelids dropped lower at his words, and right at that moment, a lewd squelch filled the room as Spencer slowly slipped another finger into your dripping cunt, stretching you out as he began to thrust them inside you at a steady pace. Your body quivered as your breath quickened, and you found yourself grinding against his touch, desperately trying to get him to press the same spot inside you.

"Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers," Spencer cooed, his free hand smacking your bare ass again, and you found yourself arching your back. "You really are filthy."

Aaron laughed. "Acting like you didn't want it a second ago." He gripped your jaw tighter, forcing a gasp out of you at the subtle pain. He took advantage of your opened mouth by slipping his thumb inside. "Suck on my finger, Sweetheart."

You didn't know which one surprised you the most, his sudden term of endearment, or the order he gave you. You hesitated, because the moment you willingly sucked on his finger, you knew you would lose. The moment you followed through to his demand, he would have the upper hand and you would simply be the pawn in this game.

Aaron, as you realized, wasn't a patient man. His other hand reached for your hair and then, with a sharp and sudden yank, he tore at your hair. "Don't make me use more force than I already am."

Your roots tingled, your scalp throbbing, and a few tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked them away, not wanting to show any sign of weakness, and leveled your gaze at him.

He pulled your hair again. "Suck."

The pain was so much for you that you found yourself wavering. You swirled your tongue around his thumb before closing your lips and sucking with an approving hum. A husky moan was pulled from deep within him, overwhelmed by the feeling of your mouth on him, and, especially, the sight of you. "That's it," he praised you. "Suck on it as if you're sucking my cock."

Your walls clenched again. A sound of pleasure erupted from Spencer as he felt your cunt sucking in his fingers, and without warning, he pumped them into you with so much force you couldn't stop yourself from moaning this time. He laughed, as did Aaron, and your body shook as you felt that familiar sensation tightening along your body.

The room around you seemed to blur and melt away at the pleasure coursing in your veins. It started in the pit of your stomach, a warm, liquid sensation that spread like a slow-burning fire, radiating outwards in waves. Your hushed moan was muffled by Aaron's thumb in your mouth, but the sound of your pathetic whining didn't go unnoticed by both men.

You were so fucking close you could feel every nerve in your body on high alert. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and your body quivered with the intensity of the sensation. Your eyes fell shut as the lewd sound of your arousal filled the room, and just when you were about to let go, Spencer suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, wrenching away that peak of pleasure you were desperately chasing.

Your eyes shot open, dilated pupils now wide with shock and confusion. Aaron met your gaze with amusement, a sadistic smile dancing on his lips as he pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop. "Stupid girl, thinking we'd actually let you cum."

The abrupt contrast between the heights of your pleasure and the stark void that followed was jarring. But before you could comprehend your disappointment, you heard a shuffle behind you followed by footsteps circling you. Spencer finally came back into your line of vision and with no one standing behind you, you tried to push yourself from the table, only to be shoved back down by Aaron.

"Fucking stay where you are," he commanded, his sharp voice piercing right through you. Your eyes were fixed on him, gaze unwavering as he slowly rose from his seat. And then suddenly he was the one behind you, and now Spencer stood right in front of you, looking down at you with amusement.

"You know," he started, his fingers trailing the side of your face. You moved your head away from his touch, but unlike Aaron, he didn't force you to look at him. He merely chuckled as he continued, "You wouldn't be in this position if you had given us the name."

Hearing this, you finally glanced up at him. The self-confidence he carried was starting to annoy you and you couldn't stop yourself from spitting venom, especially when he had ripped away the pleasure thrumming in your body. "I told you to fucking earn it."

The remaining air was knocked from your lungs when the palm of his hand collided with your cheek, your head jolting to the right from the force of the impact. Bright white stars danced behind your closed eyelids, and for a second you thought that you were dizzy from the shock. But then you felt it, the pressure that had been building in your core giving way, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

"Dirty girl," he taunted. "Here I was trying to shut you up and you actually liked that? You like being slapped around?"

You remained quiet, looking away from him.

"And don't worry, you will tell us by the end of this." You faintly hear the sound of metal ringing in your ears. Your eyes fell back on him and your heart sank when his hands moved down to his belt, unbuckling it as he let it hang around his hips.

His fingers moved to unbutton his pants before tugging down the fly. The sight of his hard cock tenting beneath his briefs had your cunt clenching in anticipation, as much as you hated to admit it. Then his thumbs dipped into the hem of his boxers, tugging the fabric down, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. He was bigger than you'd expected. He was thick and solid, veins danced along his length and the droplet of wetness on his tip was too mesmerizing you couldn't look away.

He wrapped a fist around his length, hissing in relief as he made his way towards you. "Now let's put that filthy mouth of yours to good use." He pressed the head of his cock against your lips, half-lidded eyes gazing down at you as he leaned forward. "Open."

The musky scent of him overwhelmed you as you breathed in and you involuntarily opened your mouth wide to accommodate his girth. The flat of your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as he gave soft, shallow thrusts inside your warm mouth. His fingers held onto your face as he watched his length disappear inside you.

"God, look at you—" Spencer rasped, his voice sounding strained. "Good fucking girl."

Each roll of his hips has more of his thick cock slipping inside your mouth. His palm moved to the back of your head, holding you steady as he forced his length further down your throat, watching as your cheeks darkened and your eyes watered. Your hands moved up to push at his thighs as you struggled against his grip, the desire to breathe overwhelming as you tried to push him away.

You suddenly felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and you began to cough and splutter around him, your throat constricting as the sensation flowed directly through his cock. The sensation made him groan out in pleasure as he finally eased his grip on your head and leaned back, allowing you to breathe as you continued to splutter, drool dripping down your chin as you gulped for much-needed air.

Your head felt delirious. You were too focused on catching your breath when you unexpectedly felt something thick pushing into your cunt in one swift motion, knocking you over as you let out a scream.

"Hotch," Spencer laughed, tightening his grip on your hair while he positioned his cock back onto your lips again. "You shocked her."

Aaron merely grunted a reply as he held onto your hips and started to thrust his cock into you. His thickness sent a ripple of pain between your legs. He was definitely bigger than anyone you'd been with before, your breath coming out in soft, shallow pants as he drove more of himself inside your tightness. Your teeth bit down on your lower lip as a dull ache filled your body, trying to ignore the pain as he continued to stretch your tight heat.

There were no words after that, the room was hazy with desire as the heat built within the small space. The two men focused their attention on your body as you took them at the same time. It was filthy, depraved, and something you'd never done before. You never thought you would be in this position, nor did you think you'd actually enjoy being used like this.

Because you did, you really fucking did. Your entire body felt hot, a scorching fire flowing through your veins as you embraced the sensation, an indescribable pleasure taking over as Aaron's cock curved towards that delicious spot inside you with precision.

Your body was pressed against the table, sweaty and exhausted. It was torture, the way he was slamming his cock inside of you at the pace that left you breathless, it hurt and burned with pleasure at the same time. Each thrust had you hanging on the edge of release, unable to think straight as your mouth continued to mindlessly babble around Spencer's cock.

Every so often he'd hold the back of your head securely so you couldn't move away as he continued to bury himself in your throat. A pleased sound escaped his lips as you started to choke around his girth. It felt like you were starting to drown yourself as he shoved into you ruthlessly. Your lungs cried out for air as you began to feel woozy from the lack of oxygen, desperately trying to breathe through your nose.

"Fuck," he hissed, finally easing his hips back to give you relief. You spluttered as you gasped for air, a mixture of his arousal and your spit dribbled down your chin. "So fucking messy."

You tried to calm your breathing, but it didn't take long for your brain to turn into mush again because Aaron snapped his hips, pulling a moan from your lips as he started a harsh pace. Fingertips dug into your hips as he buried more of himself inside your tightness, your inner walls pulsing around him.

His thrusts were hard and you were certain you'd have marks on your skin from the way he was rutting against you, a dull ache panging inside your lower half. Your mouth fell open in a constant moan as you tried to hold your body up against the table. A throb coursed through you as you tried to hold onto the edge, your breath coming out in harsh pants. You were so desperate for your release, your body so close to coming undone.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, are you going to cum?"

You mumbled out a garbled reply as he continued thrusting into you relentlessly, your fingertips digging into the table as you felt his cock dragging against your inner walls. Aaron grunted at the sensation of you clenching around him. His eyes drifted down to where your bodies were connected and watched the way his cock slid in and out of your tight cunt.

He was on the edge of his release, you could tell by the way he thrust into you desperately. You prepared yourself for your own pleasure, your hips moving involuntarily, meeting his erratic movement, as you seek more friction from him. You whimpered, feeling his fingertips dig into your skin almost painfully and you felt the familiar sensation traveling along your body. Fuck. Fuck yes. You were finally going to—

A drawn-out whine left your lips when he pulled his cock out from your tight heat. The sudden emptiness had your body shaking violently. It wasn't until you felt a streak of wetness spluttering on your back that you realized he had reached his own high without letting you reach your own.

"Shit," he gasped, slapping your ass as he watched his own liquid seeping down the curve of your back. "That was incredible."

You groaned. Fucking selfish man.

"What was that?"

It then dawned on you that you actually mumbled those words out loud. You shook your head and he groaned at your lack of words. "That didn't sound like nothing."

And suddenly, as if you weighed nothing, he grabbed onto your body and turned you over, pushing you onto your back. You were too weak to even fight him as he shoved your pants off your feet before spreading your legs apart. You watched as he leaned down and a long string of clear liquid fell from his lips toward your cunt, letting it trickle down between your folds.

"Knew you were a slut," he hissed, before straightening himself and tucking his cock back in his pants. Your eyes drifted toward him. He was big, just as big as you felt him inside you. But it wasn't his sheer size that surprised you, it was Spencer standing by your feet that had your heart peaking up its pace. Aaron smirked as he stepped back and Spencer quickly took his place between your legs.

"Look at you still holding back," Aaron taunted, genuine curiosity lacing in his voice as he paced around the room. "You're worn out. You're filthy. Aren't you tired of playing this game?"

You looked over at him tiredly. Amidst the pulsing waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, you fought to maintain your focus. "Y- You haven't done anything m-much to earn—"

His laughter sent a chill through the room. "Oh, Sweetheart, you think you're winning, but you're not." He then locked his gaze on you. "Trust me, we already have you in the palm of our hands."

You tried retorting back but the once-sharp edges of your concentration began to blur when you felt Spencer's throbbing cock right between your pussy. Each pulse of pleasure sent tremors through your resolve as he eased his hips back to drag the thick, swollen head through your outer lips. His eyes focused on the way you spread for him as though inviting him inside.

"You're already fucked out," Spencer murmured, dragging the tip of his cock through your wetness, feeling it catch against your tight entrance. "Yet look at you swallowing me."

He let the underside of his cock split your folds open, resting it between them snugly as he let out a low groan at the heat radiating from your core. The sinful noise that left your lips had his cock throbbing painfully, the thick veins protruding from his length. He angled your body against him, pushing more of his thick girth inside your trembling body, feeling the way you squeezed around him as he stretched you out.

Spencer pressed his fingers into the curve of your hips as his gaze flickered between your face and his cock splitting you apart. You gasped, your breaths growing more erratic as he managed to push all of his length inside you. He ran his hand over your abdomen as he tried to feel his cock inside you, pressing against your pelvis as he pulsed at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, "Taking me so well."

And then he slowly dragged his cock away from you, keeping just the tip in your entrance before plunging back inside in a harsh, jarring movement, jolting you in surprise. You arched your back and tipped your head back in pleasure, just to find Aaron towering above you, looking down at you with an eerie smile.

His fingers trailed down your shoulder blades before they hovered at the buttons on your shirt, slowly unbuttoning them. "I think it's time that you give us a name."

Your body writhed in response to the waves of sensation as you tried to ground yourself. But it was hard to keep thinking straight when he grabbed onto the underlayer of your bra and lifted it over your chest. The way your perky breasts spilled out from beneath the fabric made both men hum in satisfaction.

Calloused palms grabbed onto your breasts and your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the sensation. His thumb brushed against your soft nipple, watching as it began to rise to a stiff peak as he mimicked the action on your other breast, all the while as Spencer began thrusting into your cunt at a painfully slow pace.

"Come on, Sweetheart, don't you want to cum on his cock?"

"Fuck," Spencer grunted, feeling you clench around him. "Keep talking to her."

Aaron chuckled as he continued playing with your breasts. "It's torture, isn't it?" He closed his index finger and thumb around your nipples, pinching ever so gently. You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes as arousal flushed through you. "Give us a name and we'll give you what you want."

And then you felt Spencer rocking his hips at a steady rhythm, burying himself deeper and deeper before he slowly began increasing his speed. Your body jerked wildly each time he pushed deep into you. Noticing this, his thumb moved to your clit as he pressed messy circles against the sensitive nub, twisting it beneath his calloused pad. It felt too good, so good that you could no longer hold back from moaning out loud.

Your cries of pleasure snapped him into action and his hands moved down to your ass, holding you up to him as he started pounding harder into you. Your head fell back, chest heaving up and down, and that was when you felt Aaron closing his lips around one of your nipples. You writhed, your body thrashing underneath both men. Your senses reeling, the warmth of multiple hands on your skin sent jolts of electricity down your spine, igniting a wildfire of pleasure within you.

Aaron pulled away from you and your eyes flickered open at the loss, only to be met with Spencer hovering above you. Your eyes swept over him, and you looked down where you were joined, watching how his hips moved in constant thrusts. He was enjoying this, you could tell by the way his fingers burned your skin and the occasional grunt escaping his lips.

At the sound of his voice, you looked up at his face, glistening with a sheen of sweat while his messy hair tousling over it. The moment your gazes met each other, something inside you snapped. The muscles in your core began to coil, tightening and constricting around him right as your climax slowly pushed through the fog inside your head. Spencer felt it too, and he suddenly slowed his pace, throwing you a cunning smile.

You felt your resistance starting to crumble. The intensity of your pleasure grew almost unbearable, and you could no longer deny it. Your eyes welled with tears at the overwhelming sensation, and the thought of having your orgasm ripped again from you seemed like another torture you didn't want to endure.

You were going to regret this. You definitely would. But you couldn't dwell on the consequences of your actions when desperation coursed through you like a fever, an all-consuming hunger that you couldn't deny. Your body ached for release and craved it with an intensity that was maddening. 

Your breath came in ragged gasps, and then your eyes, wide and filled with desperation, pleaded with him silently as you found yourself finally giving in, muttering a name you had tried to keep to yourself. A name involved in the crime these men had been pestering you for. A name that had Aaron smirking devilishly as he leaned over to you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek in a caress that was so foreign.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his voice lacing with satisfaction at the way you finally crumbled. He was right, you were already in the palms of their hands, it was simply a matter of time until you caved in. "Good fucking girl."

Once you surrendered, you couldn't stop the whine falling through your lips. Your desperate moan rang deeply in the room, snapping something primal inside Spencer, and he trusted his hips into you roughly. A gasp escaped your lips, legs falling open wider as he split you wider than you already were.

Your mind went absolutely numb with pleasure as he kept rutting up inside you, your body becoming nothing more than a mess, overtaken by a wave of sweat and erotic bliss. You felt yourself trembling, your breathing becoming more ragged as his thrusts became sloppier.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, noticing the way your mouth fell open as pleasure engulfed you. "That's it, baby, let me fuck you dumb."

You cried out, babbling incoherent sentences as he thrust harder, grabbing your hips and tilting into you slightly, making him go even deeper as he moved with you.

"Go on, cum on my cock," he growled breathlessly through his rapid pounding. "Let me feel you."

“Fuck—” You cried out for him, your overstimulated body shaking beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure came rushing through your body, erupting in the most intense way. He watched the way you convulsed beneath him in your release, watching the way a white, sticky liquid circled his cock every time his skin brushed your inner walls. His thumb was unrelenting against your clit and you tried to angle your body away from his touch, the pleasure too intense as your lower half throbbed around him.

You continued to clench around him between your bliss, your legs trembling from the position as he arched his back, focusing the power of his thrusts straight into your tightness. A shiver burst through you at the sensation. And with one final thrust, his whole body tensed. He pushed forward, burying his cock in your soft, warm cunt, spreading his warmth in much slower and shallow rolls of his hips.

You were breathing hard, trying to regain your composure, and a moan left your lips when he finally pulled out. Cringing at the fluid slowly leaking out of you, you tried to close your legs only to be stopped as he gripped the back of your thighs, spreading your legs apart to expose your body. You were so wonderfully disheveled, your cunt clenching around nothing, gleaming with your arousal and his own release.

“Look at the mess you made." Piercing eyes watched you as white liquid trickled down your ass. A feeble mewl left your lips as his thick fingers moved down to catch it, deliberately pressing against your folds as you wriggled in his grasp. A laugh left his lips as he dragged the string of wetness along your sex, pushing it back inside you.

"I think I ruined her."

Aaron's laughter filled the room, and just as you were about to push yourself off the table, you felt him grasping both of your hands, pushing them above your head. Your eyes widened in shock. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Then you felt it, the cool metal wrapped around your wrist, sinking into the flesh of your skin as you tried to move from his grip. An unexpected panic surged within you. "Sweetheart, we know you're involved in more than one crime." The soft click of the metal lock was loud in your ears. "You need to give us more names."

Your body, still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure, now felt more exposed than ever. You looked up to find both men staring down at you, and at very moment, you realized, as you felt the handcuffs digging into your wrist, that you were going to be here for a very long time.

[snowsinterlude]

La Femme Damnée.

(coriolanus snow x fem. reader x sejanus plinth)

summary: to celebrate your birthday, your two best friends decided to give you the best gift you could ask for.

c.w: double penetration, drunk sex, pussy/dick adoration, friends with benefits, threesome, threeway, coriolanus x reader x sejanus, oral (f. and m. recieving), anal, dumbification, squirting, breeding, explicit content, degrading, dirty talk, tummy bulge, heavy smut, overstimulation, +18. mdni.

"here she is," snow announced, hand finding your waist and casting a kiss on your temple. "the prettiest birthday girl in the world."

you chuckled, pulling away from his grip to greet them in a theatrical manner, earning soft chuckles from both of your bestfriends.

"happy birthday, bunny." sejanus said, hugging you tightly and kissing the corner of your mouth. you smiled softly at him, returning the kiss.

"thank you, sej." you said, smiling softly as your hands caressed his cheeks.

"hey, i'm gonna be a third wheel here or what?" coryo teased, faking disappointment, which you laughed at, approaching him and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"of course not, coryo." you said, smiling.

it was always like that. you three seemed attached to one another. your first times happened with them. kisses, virginity loss, everything turned out to happen in group.

thinking about that, you tried to recall when sejanus got his face buried in between your legs, licking and sucking and fingering you all at once while you moaned and sucked coriolanus cock.

fuck, it felt so good.

your moans on coriolanus's dick made his cock vibrate while he fucked your throat, his tip teasing the back of your throat as you gagged and coughed on him, your pretty, teary eyes looking up into his, searching for his approval as he laughed at the sight of your pleading stare.

"you're such a pretty girl, dove. taking my dick so well into that perfect throat of yours," he said, voice huskier than usual as you felt your heart flutter as you licked his entire shaft, drooling all over him and making a sloppy mess. "that's what you wanna hear, isn't it darling?"

you mewled against him, sucking his tip.

"what if i call you for what you are, hm? what if i call you-" a grunt, as he fucked your throat in a slow pace "a dirty whore? would you like it?" he asked, and your only answer was to free your mouth from his dick, letting out a shameless moan as you held sejanus by his hair, grinding on his face.

just then, snow looked over to see what sejanus was doing, a bit disappointed for not having the attention of your mouth anymore.

between your legs, sejanus was making a mess. his thumb rubbing your clit roughly while your core recieved his fingers attention.

"man, stop it. you want her to cum already?" snow voice took over your hearing senses, and you moaned a bunch of messy words that none of them understood rightfully.

"i want her to, actually." sejanus said, looking at you both, and god he looked beautiful. his mouth and chin were all wet from your juices, you could see the wet shining line of saliva and your pussy wetness connecting his lips to your pussy. you moved your hips, wanting his tongue back, and he chuckled alongside with coryo. "what's that, princess? you have something to say?"

"p-please, keep going. i-i need that- i need your tongue, please. please!" you begged, small tears rolling down your cheeks as he pinched your clit. "g-god, please keep going."

"fuck, look at her. we didn't even fucked her and she's all dumb already." coriolanus said, chuckling at your despair. his cock looked so pretty, too. you couldn't help but suck his tip again, surprising him with that action as he grunted. "doll, what?"

"'m sorry, your cock looks so good, i just- ah!" you moaned, being interrupted as sejanus tongue thrusted inside your warm core. your senses seemed to be sucked out from you.

it didn't took much for you to squirt right on his mouth, and coryo laughed, kissing you on your soft lips as your legs shaked from the pleasure, causing you to get distracted and not notice plinth's cock teasing your pussy, you were so sensitive you thought it was just your imagination.

but then your leg as over sejanus waist as he prepared his dick to enter you, your heart dropping as you noticed the position you were in.

sandwiched between plinth and snow, you could feel coryo's hand spreading your plump ass while his tip teased your hole.

"you ready?" plinth asked, more to snow than to you.

"always." he answered, kissing your neck.

"w-wait, wait- ah, fuck!" you cried, feeling your insides warming up as the two boys penetrated you, both at the same time.

"fuck, she's so tight." plinth said, frowning in pleasure as his hand replaced coryo's, grabbing your ass and letting you hide your face on the curvature of his neck.

"isn't she? she's always so tight and wet for us. such a perfect doll." coryo said, pounding his dick into you while he bite his lips, groaning on your earlobe and nibbling on it.

"god, darling. your always so eager to us." plinth said, moaning as he pounded into you slowly, his pace matching with snow's pace as them both messily touched your body. coryo grabbed your tits and fondled it with gentleness, while sej sucked on your neck and left bite marks on your neck. both watching as you moved your hips, trying to get more of them.

"mmm, you're so hungry for both of us. tell us, princess, what do you want?" coryo asked, teasing you and going even slower on you.

"f...faster, please. please, just a little bit." you begged, swelling eyes taking place while you whined and cried over them. "need to. i-if you keep going i-i'll cum-"

"and what's the problem with that, bunny?" coryo asked, kissing you. his tongue seemed to explore your entire mouth, your eyes shutting close as he thrusted himself entirely inside your tight hole.

"hey, leave a bit to me." sejanus said, going along and thrusting his entire shaft inside you. ah, fuck. he felt too good on your cunt. good enough to make you part your lips from coryo's to let your moans echo on the room.

then he shut you up by kissing you, his hand grabbing your cheeks roughly as he slammed your lips on his, a kiss not so soft as coryo, much for your surprise.

and coryo's mouth found your tits, your nipple hard and soft as he engulfed it on his mouth.

you panicked when both started to thrust faster into you, both hitting spots that were never hit before. your eyes widened up, both your holes tightening them as they fucked you.

"s-stop!! stop it, please! i-i'm close to- fuck, i'll cum! p-please!!" but did they listened to you? of course not. they kept on going.

and even when you cummed three times more, they only stopped when they came, filling you entirely with their cum.

your body gave up, pussy throbbing as you felt on the bed entirely, breathless as the two guys pulled out of you.

"happy birthday, bunny." coryo said, kissing the back of your neck.

"happy birthday, princess." sejanus voiced, letting your overstimulated body rest on his arm.

[selfloverrrrrr]

NONCON + threes0me between Megumi Gojo and reader pls🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🎀🎀🎀💗💗💗

Lesson or chance?~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, Yandere Megumi, threesom, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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I was a first year student in jujutsu high. I had friends there. Nobara, Megumi and Yuji. Megumi and I was in a relationship from three or four months. But noone knew that Except them. Them means Yuji and Nobara.

Gojo Satoru. Our sensei of jujutsu high. He was obsessed with someone. He loved her so much. He can do anything for her. Anything means ANYTHING! but we never knew atleast he never let us know that the girl he was obsessed with was none other than me?

It was a day after a mission. Gojo sensei was taking us for a icecream treat. Me, Yuji and Gojo sensei was already there. We were waiting for Nobara and Megumi to come. I was calling Megumi. "Yuji... call Nobara" I said. "Oh...so you're calling your boyfriend...huh?" Yuji teased.

"shut up" I said and rolled my eyes. Gojo's eyes immediately went to Yuji. "Boyfriend?" Gojo asked. "Yes, sensei.... you don't know she has a boyfriend?" Yuji asked. Gojo glared at me underneath his blind fold. So Yuji couldn't see it. 'just tell me his name I'm gonna fucking kill him' Gojo told himself.

"no?... I didn't know.... who's it?" Gojo asked. "It's Fushiguro" Yuji replied. Gojo's heart stopped for a second. "Megumi?" He asked. "Yes yes" Yuji replied. They were talking but Megumi and Nobara came.

"where were you two?.... I can't wait for ice cream anymore!!!!" I whined. "I'm sorry I forgot my phone in my room " Megumi said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. "And I was talking with Maki senpai" Nobara said. "It's okey... let's go now " I said. Then we went to the icecream shop.

Now it was a month later from that day. Me and Megumi were in Megumi's house, in his room, on his bed. His lips on mine. Kissing each other roughly. Small amount of moans coming between the kiss. Megumi pulled me on his lap. I was sitting directly on his crotch.

"f-fuck" he whined. I could feel he was hard. I started moving back and forth. "Oh fuck fuck fuck...y/n stop... I don't think I would be able to control " Megumi whimpered. "Then don't control" I said licking his neck.

"yeah...no... I mean...uh" Megumi said. I could feel that he was nervous. "What happened?" I asked. "It's... it's just... it's my first time" he confessed. "That's fine.... it's my first time too" I told him. "I know...but what if I can't please you properly" he said. "Megumi don't be so nervous!!!" I said. "Ok... I'm gonna try... don't mind if I couldn't.... properly" he said. "I would never" I replied with a giggle.

While we were talking in Megumi's room. Gojo was outside of the room leaning against the wall. Listening to our talks. He smirked at himself then walked away to his own room.

A Week After

Megumi just woke up and came out of his room. Gojo was standing in the kitchen. Drinking coffee. "Hey Megumi...supp?... You look a little...sad?" Gojo asked. "No no... I'm fine" Megumi replied. "That definitely doesn't sound fine ....what is it?" Gojo asked. Megumi sighed. "It's just.... I don't think it's okey to tell you" Megumi sighed again.

"Megumi?... tell me... look I always thought of you as a son.... now tell me what is it? Any adult thingy?" Gojo asked. "Yeah actually.... It's..... Ok so .... We had sex, yeah me and y/n had sex last week. And it was both of our first time. But.... but I don't think that I'm pleasing her properly" Megumi confessed.

Gojo took a deep breath. "You want me to help?" Gojo asked. "How's that?" Megumi asked. Gojo walked towards Megumi. "I'll show you how to fuck her properly....by fucking her" gojo said. "W-what-" before Megumi could complete his sentence Gojo talked again. "Megumi listen.... I like her... I love her...but when I heard that she has a boyfriend I thought I'm gonna kill him but when I get to know it's you.... you know I can't kill you... you're like my son....but we can share....have her together " Gojo whispered. Megumi looked at him. "Uh..ok....ok ok ok ...... I mean yeah ok fine" Megumi said. Gojo smirked. "Great choice" he said.

The next day

Megumi messaged me to come to his place. I was already there. Standing in front of the door. I pressed the bell. "Yeah.... coming" a voice said. Then the door opened. I expected it to be Megumi. But it was Gojo sensei. That wasn't weird... cause it was his house after all. "Oh ...hey sensei" I greeted him. "Heyy" he greeted back. "Umm... Megumi isn't home?" I asked. "No no...he is.... come inside.... he's in his room" Gojo said and I went inside.

I sit on the couch. Gojo sit beside me. "Where's he?" I asked. "He's coming" Gojo replied. "You're looking cute" he said wrapping his hand around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him. That was a little uncomfortable. "Uh... t-thank you" I said nervously.

In a moment Megumi entered in the room. I smiled at him. "Oh look he's here.... Megumi come... sit here" Gojo said pulling me on his lap and patting on where I was sitting. Megumi smiled and sit there. Now this was way too much uncomfortable.

"uh... sensei can you...let me go.... it's... it's kinda uncomfortable" I said. "Why....are you nervous" he said in a deep tone. Suddenly felt his hand going up under my top. My eyes widened. I looked at Megumi. I pushed his hand away and sit on Megumi's lap. "What are you doing!!!!" I said. And instead of explaining me Gojo just smirked.

"oh come on.... you like it" Gojo said moving towards me. But what shocked me was....why isn't Megumi protesting?! "Megumi stop him" I said. But what Megumi did? Hold me tightly on his lap so that I can't move. Gojo's hand going up under my skirt.

I punched Megumi's hand away and stood up. "The fuck are you two doing!!!" I screamed and started going out of their house. "Y/n stop... don't you love me?" He said. I slapped him. He was shocked and silent. "I did.... but I don't from now" I said and turned around.

Gojo was standing in front of me. I gasped. "Y/n, sit" he said. "Get out of my way.... I'm not a whore that'll let you two do anything" I spit. "Y/n I said go sit" Gojo repeated. But this time I slapped him. He glared at me and grabbed my hair and slapped me. "Tf do you think you are,huh? I'm not Megumi that I'm gonna get silent" he said and slapped me again. "You should've accepted it and it won't be this hard" he said. Tears came in my eyes.

"oh don't cry, pretty girl~" he cooed in my ear and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his bedroom. "Megumi.... come in my room and lock the door" he said to Megumi. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and Megumi went inside and locked the door. Gojo Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."oh now that brave girl is scared?" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounces out. "You should play with her boobs before fucking her... that'll make her more wet" He said to Megumi then looked at me with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-sensei stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my skirt and then took off my pantie. Then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " look .... told you.... she's fucking wet~". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " S-sensei no no no... P-please no... s-stop.... I don't want this" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. He looked at Megumi "don't worry....girls like it rough" Gojo said. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. "Megumi... you must be hard go on....use her mouth" Gojo said.

I looked at Megumi with teary eyes. Why is this happening? Even my boyfriend is letting his father to fuck his girlfriend?! Megumi didn't waste any time, unzipped his pant and slammed his length in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes. Tears flowing down. Because both of them were too much big. My mouth was wide open. Megumi's dick inside my mouth taking the whole length in slowly. It was too big. Megumi's breath hitched. He threw his head back mouth wide open. He grabbed my hair telling me to suck hard. He bobbed my head up and down. His tip was poking the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and started bobbing my head up and down faster. "Oh god...oh god.... don't...ahhhh... don't stop!!!!" Megumi moaned out loudly. He was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. He suddenly felt that Megumi was close. In a few minutes he came inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin "Swallow it y/n" Megumi said looking at me. Gojo thrust roughly and said"swallow. His. Cum. Y/n". Which made me swallow.

Gojo's thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh.... f-fuck s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. "And it would be better if you cum inside her even if she says no" Gojo said with a smirk. I cried out loudly. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"your turn Megumi.... give me her mouth now" Gojo said. "Yeah sure" Megumi replied. "No no....nooooo not again!!!! Please I'm begging you" I screamed. Gojo grabbed my face and tilted my face up. His dick was now infront of me. Still hard... how can he still be hard after just having sex? "Sensei... please don't " I sobbed. Gojo smirked at me. "I also loved you. I still do. But you never came to me" he said and shoved his length in my mouth. On the other hand Megumi slammed his length inside. I closed my eyes and sobbed silently... cause I know there's no turning back now.

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[lord-squiggletits]

Hello! This was for your ‘ask me megop stuff’ post, which I realize I’ve lost track of october so if you’re not looking for those anymore feel free not to answer!! But in case you still want asks!

-How do you think megatron and optimus each react to being sick/who is the worse patient? Or how do they react to each other being sick? (in a scenario where they were in proximity to each other, could be during or post war)

-Do you have any headcanons about hearts of steel megop? Ik there’s not a lot there in canon but still, megatron cannon looks cool XD I have been contemplating if plug n play would work the same way because I’m not sure if a cannon and a train have cables the same way? Or if it’d work the same because they’re alien tech anyways!

-In the spirit of the season, what do you think each of them would wear for halloween if a scenario occurred where they had to dress up, or how do you think they would get out of wearing a halloween costume?

Sickness: I've actually thought about this before and even thought of writing a fluff piece for it in NATP-verse! Idk about who's the better/worse patient, but I think Megatron is actually the best caretaker simply bc Optimus is so active and powerful (their equality is a reason they're attracted to each other after all) that it's rare for Megatron to get the chance to be nurturing and protective towards Optimus. And I think, because IDW Megatron in particular deprived himself of attachments for so long, the act of caring for another person is especially novel to him and so he just loves doing it. Optimus is there all sick and grumpy bc he can't jump off buildings or w/e but meanwhile Megatron couldn't be happier... even the tedious/gross stuff just makes him so happy to have a chance to care for Optimus 😭 I think they're both equally bad patients for the same reason (tough, independent leaders not used to relying on others), but Megatron makes an especially good caretaker/they're both in better moods when OP is sick and M is in charge bc Megatron's latent tenderness simply gets a chance to jump out

Also, this is why it's a really good reason that in Addicted to You, Megatron is the one who overdosed while Optimus is the one who's taking care of him. Bc I think if it was the opposite way around, sore interface array or not Megatron would be doing the hell out of Optimus bc he simply would not be able to resist the combination of needy, desperate, affectionate Optimus PLUS getting the chance to take care of his needs? Actual heaven. (This is basically what happened in Megatron's OP-threesome wet dream anyways so I'm sure that's not a surprise sldkjlsdf)

Hearts of Steel MegOP: None, sadly 😔 I actually haven't read the comic (if there's a full comic? I've seen concept art but that's it). Also yeah, I think that even when they take on Earth vehicle alt modes, they only superficially look like Earth vehicles and their actual composition and interior guts are still Cybertronian. So, cables.

Halloween Costumes:

Joke answer #1: Them showing up to a Halloween party is scary enough as it is, so they just come as themselves

Joke answer #2: They come in dressed as each other (like, paint swap and wearing fake kibble stapled to themselves) and do absolutely uncanny impressions of each other's voices and mannerisms

Joke answer #3: They don't dress as each other but they pretend that they had a personality swap through some unknown technological mishap (or maybe they actually did personality swap) and they fucking prank everyone else bc everyone at the party genuinely can't tell if Megatron and Optimus are telling the truth or lying about the personality swap, or they're like trying to find the hologram devices bc clearly they're actually disguised as each other and there's no way that Megatron could reproduce Optimus' quiet, bleeding-heart self-effacing nature or that Optimus could reproduce Megatron's loud self-righteous declarations, right? lksdflsdk it could honestly go either way as to whether or not they actually swapped or are just pretending

Honestly, I'm not sure I have a NON joke answer for this one akldfjls I hope these answers were satisfying!

[bitchsister]

Stayed up late binging EYY last night. I LOVED IT! Any chance we’ll get more gale/curt in the next chapters? Or could you do some more blurbs on how their relationship progressed? Would love to see what happens in their tent after that shower 🫣

Thank you so much darling 💖 I decided to extend the tent after shower prompt, as I was not done with the “I follow you, Curt” bug crawling in my brain thanks to @125hr (I love you). Here you go.

Also! I have requests to cont. Gale licking the plate clean for the Lucky Charms au. Consider this a precursor. A little treat if you will.

🏴‍☠️Threesome-ish, voyeurism, lowkey sub space in WWII woo, shy Gale that Curt doesn’t mind taking advantage of

And follow him, Gale did. He followed him to dry off, to wrap towels around their waists, he followed Curt to their tent. He’d follow him to the ends of the earth.

But he had no idea what to do with his hands once their towels were around their ankles.

“Different from a broad, uh?” Curt was stark naked, stood in front of Gale with his hands clasped behind his back like he’d been presenting himself, all for him to touch and taste and see — but Gale didn’t know where to start. “I taste just as good as one, though.”

Curt took a step closer to Gale, pressing their bodies together, his chin resting against his chest, eyes staring up at him. “Probably better, actually.”

Definitely better.

Gale stuttered, his lips trying to find the words his brain couldn’t muster. He’d only ever dreamt of this and had truly believed before this moment that for the rest of his days, that’s as far as he would come to being this close. “Lay down.” Curt murmured, realizing if he didn’t call the shots then none would be taken.

Gale was hardly nervous about anything. He’d been in a lot of compromising and uncomfortable positions in his day — but this. This was something. It was the greatest thrill he’d ever experienced, the tingliest tingle, the warmest heat.

He laid down, and Curt mounted himself on top of him, leaned back with his palms splayed over Gale’s thighs, baring himself and all he was worth — he sucked a moan through his teeth, just at the thought of getting what he’s wanted for so long.

A pro at this, Curt had already dug his fingers in Vaseline, reaching between his spread thighs to play with himself. If Gale wanted to gawk, he’d let him. If he wanted to touch, he’d let him do that, too.

All he cared about was Gale’s eyes being on him.

He worked his fingers into himself, huffing softly as he tried his hardest to stifle the moans that would give them away. “Buck,” Curtis whined, unable to resist anymore the sight of Gale’s hard cock poking his ass. “Can I — oh,” he’d managed to find the spot Bucky could always find in a split second, though he’d always had trouble finding it on his own.

“Yes.” Gale nodded frantically.

He had no idea what he was giving Curt permission to do, but it didn’t matter.

He could do anything.

Anything at all.

Curtis scrambled to replace his fingers with Gale’s cock, his mouth ajar and his brows furrowed in pure bliss once he’d bottomed out, sitting there for a moment to adjust as Buck had finally allowed himself to touch.

This felt religious.

It felt divine.

It felt as if he’d been meant to be buried in Curt’s warmth all along, their lips slotted in a heated kiss once a bit of movement had been introduced — it wasn’t long before Curt had turned his back toward Buck. “Watch.” He murmured once Gale had reached forward, kneading at Curt’s cheeks that he watched his cock disappear between. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

Gales chest rattled with a moan, “I hardly do, Curt.”

He worked his hips over Gales cock, sucked on his own fingers, bounced on him like he had no fears of anyone entering their tent, because he didn’t.

When the flap opened and a silhouette appeared beside their cot, Curt had fucked himself so silly on Gales cock that he couldn’t stop, and hadn’t even noticed it was no longer just the two of them. “This ain’t a safe spot, Angel.” Bucky’s voice swirled around his head, but it went in one ear and out the other.

Gale, on the other hand, had become a wreck. He was so close to coming, but felt like he should stop.

Bucky was right. This wasn’t safe — and — he didn’t seem mad, but was he?

He couldn’t be, because he knelt beside Gale to watch from the angle he’d been laying and where his cock was being used by Curtis who was a babbling, whining mess. “My baby feels good, don’t he, Buck?” Bucky’s tone was a low timbre, bordering a growl.

Gale nodded, the sweat that had gathered at his brow had migrated to wet his cheeks. He’d never felt so many emotions and sensations in all of his life. “Y-yes, Bucky.”

“Tell him, then.” Bucky slapped his hand over Curt’s ass, promptly grabbing handfuls of it after he’d spanked him pink. “He won’t cum until he’s full of you.”

Curt was a giver in that way, though it had seemed at the moment he’d been doing nothing more than taking.

Using Gale however he wanted.

“Fuck,” Bucks chin quivered, every inch of his body becoming overstimulated but in a way he’d give his soul to feel for all eternity. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Curt.” He meant it. He meant every word. “Mm— M’gonna cum.”

Bucky wrapped a hand around the dampened, warm skin of Gale’s throat. “Ohh, y’gonna cum for him already, hm?” His tone had gotten even deeper somehow, each word muttered from lips pressed against Gale’s cheek. “Let’s see it, big boy.” He licked the sweat from his neck, all the way to his lips and down again.

Gale couldn’t contain it anymore, though he never wanted it to end.

Curt had been practically hysterical, satisfied giggles and moans erupting out of him once he felt Gales warmth fill him.

Eventually, Curtis opened his eyes to see Bucky had moved to lean in front of him, promptly attacked with sloppy kisses, a wet tongue, teeth, and pink lips that ached. “Touch me.” Curt whimpered into his mouth, his request granted right away.

It didn’t take much effort on Bucky’s end before Curt fell apart all over again, tensing around Gales softening cock that he had been more than reluctant to give up just yet. “Can’t leave you two alone for one minute anymore, can I?” Bucky mused, soaking up the sight of them — all golden skin, damp hair and rosy cheeks.

He grabbed Curt’s jaw with his hand, admiring the heavy lids he struggled to keep open and the blue eyes hiding beneath them that he forced to uncross and focus. “Fucked ‘em stupid.”

“He fucked himself stupid.” Gale corrected, not at all embarrassed to admit he’d played the role of Pillow Princess.

“You let me.” Curt mustered a voice, though he panted through it.

“I follow you, Curt.” Gale squeezed his soft hips. “I follow you.”

[thescholarlystrumpet]

Tagged by @tawnyontumblr Thank you, luv! This is fun!

How many works do you have on ao3?

166 formatting is being weird without a sentence here

What's your total ao3 word count?

910,348 - ahhh approaching 1M!!

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens and (to a lesser extent) Hazbin Hotel right now. Past fandoms included Rumbelle, Whouffaldi, Buffy, and Avenue 5

Top five fics by kudos:

To Tell the Truth (Doctor Who) Whouffaldi moments woven between episodes. Mostly canon-compliant.

Lending a Hand (Good Omens) In his heavenly form he wouldn’t have had this dilemma at all because there was no corporeality with which to struggle. And on the other, much less ephemeral and much more literal hand, he currently had a very noticeable (and increasingly painful) erection.

Personal Assistance (The Thick of It/Doctor Who) Clara Oswald leaves behind teaching to enter the world of British politics. What better way to make a splash than by working for the infamous Malcolm Tucker? And if discovering a (mutual) attraction happens to catch them both off-guard.... well, that's just life, right?

The Babysitter (Once Upon a Time) Tumblr prompt: Mr. Gold forgets something at his house & goes back to go get it. When he arrives he hears his son's babysitter moaning and thinks she has a boy over. When he goes into his bedroom he finds her touching herself on his bed alone moaning his name.

None of Your Business (Once Upon a Time) “Well, it’s very nice to meet you at last, Angus.” She rolled his name around in her mouth as though she hadn’t been screaming it the night before. Mr. Gold tries to balance lust and trust with less finesse than he'd like to admit. Luckily, Belle can give as good as she gets.

Do you respond to comments?

I've made it a goal to try and reply to almost every comment. I'm grateful someone took the time!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh undoubtedly Silence is Golden. I made my self tear up writing that one...

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Almost all of them? But I will take this chance to pimp my Canon-based Buffy Season Six Fix-it! (Everyone lives!): Making the Pieces Fit

Only totally non-shippy fic in my repertoire and one of my proudest achievements.

Do you get hate on fics?

rarely if ever?

Do you write smut?

Bwahahahahahaha. Oh. Yes.

Craziest crossover:

Not Just Watching Anymore - Buffy/Good Omens excuse to write an M/M/M threesome between Aziraphale, Crowley, and Giles :D

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, back in the rumbelle days, someone linked me to a site trying to sell my fic as theirs and we reported it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

If they did, no one ever linked back to me :(

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Working on one with @hakunahistata tho we've both been sidetracked by Bang fics, hehe. It's gonna be great to get back!

All time favorite ship?

Oof. I love all my OTPs but I'm definitely *deep* in Aziracrow right now and hope not to emerge any time soon.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO. MANY.

What are your writing strengths?

I get good feedback on my dialogue and characterization. I think I write pretty kickass smut most the time.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Background. What color are the walls? Where is the furniture? I have no fucking clue unless its relevant to the story. That table only existed when I needed the character to lean against it. It wasn't raining until that helped set the mood. Some people write exquisite scene setting and I am envious but writing it bores me to tears.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

One of my IRL besties can read a bunch of ancient languages and WILL side eye improper grammatical structure in fiction so I picture them giving me that look unless I do the really proper research (or ask them directly).

First fandom you wrote in?

unofficially HP but per my AO3, Once Upon a Time

Favorite fic you've written?

Ask me to cut my baby in half while you're at it, geez! But right now, I am proudest of For Loving One 

No pressure tagging: @voluptatiscausa, @naromoreau, @fishey-me @ineffabildaddy @she-makes-things @hakunahistata @nosferatini @zin-lynn-c and anyone from the @goodomensafterdark crew!

[cloysterbell]

I know that you're deep into your Doctor Who rewatch (as is your god-given right) but my gripe at the moment is that there aren't any Haven fics. I've been trying to write some but writing them and reading them are two separate demons. There are two wolves inside me: one wolf wants to write awesome fics that cater specifically to my interests and the other wolf wants to read awesome fics that cater specifically to my interests. I cannot win. Do you have any recommendations? I've been craving my three Haven himbos like you wouldn't believe

I do actually! None of these are that new because no one really writes Haven fic anymore, so there's a chance you might've already read them, but I'm reccing them anyway

A Long Way from Home and A Soft Epilogue by serendipityxxi

A fix-it fic of the finale that's so good I have decided it's canon and have sinced erased the actual finale from my brain

don't stop to think this through by gendernoncompliant

EASILY my favorite cute little Duke/Audrey snowed in goofing around being besties who wanna kiss each other so bad fic because I love them

On the Importance of Communication by YumeArashi

Duke/Nathan sex pollen with eventual OT3 get together. It takes a sex trouble for Duke and Nathan to get over their shit and come to terms with the fact that hey maybe they do actually love each other and Audrey

Come See About Me by templemarker

Audrey's having A Day and when Duke comes to pull her out of it, they realize they Have Feelings for each other and Nathan, who shows up at the end

the only right I have wronged by gendernoncompliant

A really interesting exploration of what would happen if Duke wished he'd never gone on that fishing trip with Nathan and how their relationship with each other and with Audrey would have changed

The Accidental Threesome (Or, Five Times Duke Might’ve Date-Crashed, and One Time the Date Crashed Him) by Jadzibelle

What it says on the can, it's a slow get together fic where they all realize they're idiots

(and i can't keep up) by gendernoncompliant

I just really like when Duke and Audrey actually communicate with each other and talk about things......

Safe In The Arms Of Love by GreyHaven

Another snowed in fic (thank you Maine) where Duke is forced to come to terms with the fact that maybe Audrey and Nathan actually do love him??? What a concept

What if We Loved Like Fools? by Parker_Haven_Wuornos

As someone whose favorite episode is Magic Hour Pt 1 because I'm an unabashed Duke/Audrey shipper..... what would've happened if she didn't stop him in Colorado

The Tuesday After Memorial Day Weekend by serendipityxxi

Cute little slice of life post-Troubles where everyone just hangs at the beach for a day and actually nothing goes wrong, they just get a break for once

[nothingtoseeherepromise]

My answers to the 30 Questions

(Except I can’t decide about the music, yet. What do you guys think?)

Since it seems the thing to do ….

1. When did you lose your virginity? 21

2. Rough sex or soft sex? Rough

3. Do you have any unusual kinks or fetishes? No

4. Weirdest place you’ve had sex? A canoe

5. Favorite sex position? Yes 🤣

6. Do you like to be dominant or submissive? Sub

7. Have you ever had any one night stands ? No

8. Sex on the bed, couch or the floor? Yes 🤣

9. Have you ever had sex in a public place? Yes

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating? No

11. What does your favorite underwear look like? None

12. How often do you have sex? Twice a day, if possible

13. Is there anybody right now that you would like to have sex with? A lady doesn’t say

14. Do you prefer to give and receive oral sex? Give

15. Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex? Nothing… yet

16. A song that you would listen to during hard /rough /kinky sex?

17. A song you would listen to during soft/ slow /passionate sex?

18. Are you into dressing up for sex? Yes

19. Would you prefer sex in the bath or the shower? Yes 🤣

20. If you could have sex with anyone right now who would it be? No comment

21. Have you ever had a threesome? No. And I never will.

22. Do you /would you use sex toys? Yes

23. Have you ever sent someone a dirty text or a picture? Yes

24. Would you have sex with your best friend? Yes. (My best friend is a former lover)

25. Is there anything you do after sex? Dark chocolate for aftercare, cuddles and sleep….

26. Something that will never fail you to get horny? Erotica

27. Early morning sex or late night sex? Yes 🤣

28. Favorite part of the opposite sex? The brain

29. Body part on the same sex? I have no sexual interest in women

30. Do you watch porn? Before I had Wi-Fi and it was not available, yes. Now that I have Wi-Fi, it’s not interesting anymore. Supply and demand, I guess.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts, but like, the previous week

Tsukihime

Smut, Ciel suggests a threesome to Shiki with Arihiko. It quickly devolves into Shiki/Arihiko realizing they're a lot more interested in fucking each other than Ciel.

Melty Blood

A look into what the other three members of the Back Alley Alliance get up to when Sion, Satuski and Riesbyfe aren't the ones in the spotlight

Fate/Stay Night

femboy!illya experiences the dangers of wearing a skirt

FGO

This is a bit of a weird one but you know that painting of a revolutionary inside a palace looking at how decadent it all is? That but Paxti arrives in Chaldea showing the same emotion over everything they actually have

fun fact: many herbs and spices are technically poisons that humans are just extremely resistant to. Relatedly, I want to see Guda, right after contracting with Mash and thus becoming immune to poison, going to ever more extreme and absurd lengths to actually get some flavor back in their food now that none of these damn spices DO anything anymore!

Nursery Rhyme asks Morgan to read to the Kindergarten Club. Morgan accepts only to find out today's book is Hungry Hungry Caterpillar

Smut, Pick one of the married servant couples in Chaldea (or several and be my absolute hero) and write what their first time looked like. Did Cleo top Caesar till he saw stars? How cheesy were Sigurd and Brynhildr without any idea of what was to come? What about Siegfried and Kriemhild? Did Xiang Yu and Paisen or Ryouma and Oryou have any troubles adjusting for interspecies action? Basically, just answer the question: We know what their relationships look like many, many years later, but what were they like at the start? Preferably with a LOT of romance and fluff. Please no NTR of any kind, and nothing involving bodily excretions that aren't spit or come (blood's on thin ice, but everything else is a major squick, so please, none of that...) but if you want to knock out some other prompts on here that wouldn't go against those limits at the same time, go nuts!

so you know that tonelico and Castoria have the almost same appearance (minus height maybe and eye color) Wouldn’t it be funny if a freaky Friday flip (aka body swap) happened? the problem is that it’s not like anyone would probably tell something’s off right away, thus chaos happens due to the swap

Ritsuka has no noble phantasm. Instead whatever closest servant available comes and loans their out.

Ritsuka wants to be more than "just friends" with Mandricardo. But unfortunately, mandricardo has both self esteem issues and the denseness of a harem protagonists, so all of Ritsuka's flirting attempt's go right out the window. End's in ritsuka deciding to fuck mandricardo to get their feelings across.

Kama's finally corrupt Ritsuka to their core, but simply corrupting them isn't the end, to finalize the process she must make the Master Humanity commit one of the biggest taboos in all of Buddhism, the killing of one's own father, the complete betrayal of the one who nurtured them, they must kill Doctor Romani for the sake of their love to Kama

Ritsuka accidentally calls Raikou "mom". And it's wholesome.

Oberon (due to being a lying liar that lies) and Ritsuka (due to a mixture of pride + fear) tries to get the other to confess i.e "Kaguya sama Love is War". With other servants in Chaldea watching the drama unfold.

Smut, Gudao getting "force"-femmed. There's absolutely NO WAY that he's into it and is DEFINITELY totally unwilling and he FOR SURE isn't entirely and totally into getting fat tits and killer hips and a chastity cage permanently locked around her dick HIS DICK HE MEANT HIS DICK. Bonus points the less convincing "his" protests are.

Three words: Barghest gets therapy.

Could I request a romantic tryst between Gudao and Caenis one night at the beach? Caenis is setting out to overcome their past trauma by seducing their master. Meanwhile, he is worried how Caenis is holding up over the summer event considering their disdain for the ocean because of said trauma. Whether it ends up with smut or just comfort is up to the writer. Please and thank you!

Smut, Final ascension Summer Kama's flames go out and she's suddenly naked in public. Time to see how long until she realizes (whatever the time is, it's definitely longer than she'd like!)

In a Grail War, elsewhen, elsewhere, a Master summons a wolfish looking lad with white hair- who looks quite upset to be here for some reason. "Servant Class Pretender Caster. The Name on my Saint Graph is... Fujimaru Ritsuka."

Upon hearing that his murder mystery lookalike was married to Euryale’s lookalike, Lancelot discovers that he doesn’t hate the idea of it. This leads to Lancelot awkwardly courting Euryale, while she’s completely caught off guard by someone trying to win her affection in an innocent way.

I'd love to be driven insane by an exploration of Guda, Daybit, and Camazotz as people who were forced to become something inhuman yet choose to still be "human" and do good - or at least, what they think is good - out of respect for those who have died, along with the memory issues they have because of the transformation.

Smut, incest, submitted this on the ao3 kinkmeme page but this blog seems to be a lot more hoppin' than the actual ao3 page for some reason? anyway please god someone write duryodhana/karna with duryodhana topping and that's it. make it as kinky as you want just no like piss or vore or anything.

Inspired by the recent fgo event: Blackbeard x Male!Guda romcom shenanigans/gay awakening?

Smut, Sei helps her new friend Mandricardo break out of his shell during the summer event by riding him like only a Berserker could

Smut, Yu-paisen getting fucked mercilessly by Xinag Yu while holding hands with Gudako who is getting fucked mercilessly by Red Hare

goredolf/mysterious heroine x. ideally wholesome. goredolf can get it

Honestly I just want to see Barghest being a pansexual disaster. There are a lot of very strong and very hot people in chaldea, and Barghest doesn't know what to do if this information.

Ritsuka is summoned into a grail war. Instead of angst though, Mash follows behind and forcibly turns the whole thing into an Emiya Gohan-esque timeline. Her Senpai already suffered in life and by God will she make sure they do not suffer in death.

Smut, The Beasts(Kiara, Kama, The Koyan Twins, Tiamat and Draco) all decide to have a tea party that definitely doesn't end in an all futa orgy

Enkidu has the biggest self-heal skill I'm the game (probably, don't @ me) so Barghest can safely indulge in biting off and eating large chunks of flesh and kidu and just go *10,000* and be fine. Smiling even.

Shuten and Ibuki look nothing alike despite being the same person. Gudako decides to ask one day what happened, and she quickly learned that all of her height and curves went down to somewhere else

I would like to ask someone to write something with Izou! I love my man and there is a serious lack of content for him. You can throw in some biting and aphrodisiac type of thing. Maybe/or some alcohol use, sexual frustration and the type. Thank you!

Shute Doji is a bottom. This is an issue for her, as there’s not a lot of bondage equipment or spines that can handle A-ranked legs.

Crossover

Chaldea finds a new and weird singularity, its really small, just the size of a city small and it radiates some weird power, its located in northern england in the year 1600, apparently its called "The Dungeons of Fear and Hunger" But i mean, how hard could it be?

[velvethopewrites]

Thanks for the tag @casdeans-pie 🥰

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

14. But I deleted quite a bit and one is just one long continuation of stuff from the early days of me writing (over 103,000+ words). Each chapter is a different story. So there’s a bit more than just 14.

2) What is your total AO3 word count?

1,450,786 — see? Told ya, (lol) damn that’s a lot

3) What fandoms do you write for?

For the longest time, it was just Harry Potter but then I sort of…stopped doing that. My frustrations with JKR and my overall fandom experience was depressing. It sort of burned me out on writing fic, to be honest. I only have one tiny little Supernatural fic on my Ao3, even though I have done short stories and drabbles here on tumblr for it. Baby steps, I suppose.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) Moments to Come

2) Loving Is A Journey

3) Moving the Goalposts

4) In Essence: Undivided

5) 17, Clumsy & Shy

None of them have very many kudos, to be honest. My subset of HP writing was always on the less popular end for AO3 - neither a terribly popular pairing nor a slash pairing. The pairing of H/G has always had a better time on fanfiction.net for some reason. Who knows why.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or Why not?

Of course! Unless they’re mean ones. But I used to do that too before I learned my lesson. I love interacting with people who have read my stuff - that’s why I post, I think. Alas, I don’t think anyone much cares anymore. 🤷🏼‍♀️

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angtiest ending?

Hmm. I don’t really do angst. I mean, within the story I do - it’s not all fluffy clouds and happy smiles 24/7 but I always end (or try to) with a happy ending. And if that isn’t possible, then I end on a positive note or feeling. So in that regard, the story that ends on sort of downer note is probably In Essence. Characters die, people get lost, etc.

7) What fic has the happiest ending?

Probably Moving the Goalposts. It was a fun story and ended in lots of sex. LOL

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, I do. I have. I did. It royally sucks.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I was once known as the Queen of Smut in the HP world. So yeah. Not sure by what you mean by “what kind”, but I’ve written almost everything. Threesomes, bondage, costumes, M/M, F/M, FMM, etc. Never really wrote Dom/Sub stuff although I had characters flirt with it. One of my stories is actually two people learning how to do it by reading a sex manual, lol, (god can I cringe at my younger self?!) so yeah. I’ve written a lot. A LOT.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I like to read them occasionally but it never appealed to me enough to try writing one. I got enough problems with one world. Hah

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Quite a few people asked for 17, Clumsy and Shy to be translated. Russian, French, German and Japanese, if you can believe it. I ran across one a few years back which really threw me b/c honestly—my smut? In Japanese?! Yowza.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I am not sure how that even works, to be honest. I am such a slacker and write at such crazy times, I’m afraid the other person would have to have the patience of a saint to put up with me.

14) What is your all time favorite ship?

I can’t choose just one. There are some I love that I’ve never written and some I have and then there’s destiel, which is my current form of brain rot (for the last two years or so).

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. 😭 But probably Crossroads. It was supposed to be the last part of my trilogy (that started with 17, Clumsy & Shy) but I doubt I’ll ever touch it again. Still, never say never, I suppose. I would like to finish one of my many destiel WIPs I have, but I doubt that’ll happen either. I suck, what can I say.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I’m good at dialogue. I’m good at plot. I give great sexy times, apparently.

17) What are your weaknesses?

Follow through. Finishing stuff. Not getting discouraged. Run-on sentences sometimes. Total lack of faith in myself as a storyteller. You know, the usual.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic-

I’ve totally done it before and it’s fun - but nothing that went on for long. I mostly always pick french since I know my way around les phrases.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. Back in good old 2004.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

I have a soft spot for Crossroads, even though no one else liked it. Also, I stand by my decision to turn my OTP into an OT3, with In Essence: Undivided. I feel as though I was ostracized and rejected because of it, but c’est la vie. It is what it is and my story went from two people loving each other to three people loving each other and sometimes life is like that. I never set out to write a polyamorous fic (indeed when I started the story I barely had any idea what that even was) but the muse wants what the muse wants. And I poured my heart into Essence and it is still some of the best writing I’ve ever done and I know it. And I guess that grants me a bit of peace, in the end.

Wow. That was….intense. lol I tag @amaranthhiding and @bloodydeanwinchester and @startanewdream but no pressure!!

[asherlockstudy]

I 100% agree with you that he added the whole poly piece to add a sense of levity after his "you're going to break two relationships" because it was widely Unhinged and obvious. For a second it felt like the roles have shifted and he's slowly is becoming the one who speaks before he thinks, either that or something paramount has happened between the two of them that got him not to care anymore and is adamant to throw some hints here and there about the two possibly having consummated their relationship 💏

Do you think he meant Link with that "don't trust people who don't channel their darkness like horror movies in relationships "? Because Link has an inner pyscho 😂

Oh Anon you are opening such a big can of worms for me now. Look, I have so many opinions on what is happening between them and they often feel more like convictions.

He 100% meant Link. We know Link hates horror movies. There is no other person to really dislike horror movies in Rhett’s life that we know of. Let alone that it was oddly peculiar of Rhett to say that.

Generally, Rhett is not above slipping. He has done it on multiple occasions: in the late Larry King’s show he was such a bigmouth he gave Link a heart attack at least thrice, for example. Another time, it was Rhett who revealed they always dreamed to have a threesome with a woman and Link nearly hid under the GMM desk. Or the “I get aroused in hurricanes, love is love” one?! All this is pure unadulterated Rhett stupidity.

Here is the difference though. Whenever Rhett slips, it is out of emotion or stupidity or the surge of excitement. I know this might seem very counterintuitive to you, but when it comes to the relationship between them Link doesn’t slip nowhere near as often. 90% of the rhinky stuff Link does is intentional. Link didn’t imply Rhink stuff accidentally. When he kissed Rhett on the head, when he held him tenderly in his arms, when he slowly stroked the chocolate cereal from his face, when he literally said to Rhett “oh you can move that fast” in sex and then leisurely slurped his lollipop, or the freaking year of the Twink, when he was crawling on Rhett’s feet, straddling him or repeatedly talking about his bidet and his rosebud, none of this was accidental. They were all slow moments, offering thus the time for Link to backtrack which he never did. And many of these moments were repeated, which means they were not accidental moments in time. Link wants to out them.

Which is why Rhett is scared of Link. In fact, you can see the fear on his face sometimes. And he is angry at him. “At least my slip-ups are out of stupidity, you do it on purpose!”. Rhett is not angry at Link for wanting out, but for knowingly playing with fire and without Rhett’s consent. Rhett is trying to restrain Link for quite some time. It was even implied in a recent EB, when Rhett said that if he died first, he was concerned what Link would say in public after staying alone alive. It’s also why Rhett doesn’t drink as much as Link in GMEs. He is very afraid of Link and what he can do, especially if his last inhibitions are removed by alcohol.

Now the interesting thing is that Link too is sometimes horrified when Rhett slips (out of stupidity). It’s like they can never meet in their handling of this problem. However there are also times after Rhett has slipped, when Link puts him on the spot even more instead of trying to cover it up. But in general I think that even though Link wants out, when it’s Rhett spiralling out of control and catches him off guard, he too has a wake up call and gets scared, albeit less than Rhett.

In this occasion, Rhett’s slip-up was a mix of emotion (anger) and poor judgement (stupidity). He was angry at Link for the aforementioned reasons and he tried to pass a “coded” message to him, but he totally miscalculated how badly coded it was. It basically was hardly coded at all.

After writing all this, I am pretty sure I don’t need to write where I stand about whether they have consummated their relationship. I have been implying things for years but I was kinda scared to do it, but honestly the people who see my posts are like 8 globally at most and as I am growing older I don’t really care if someone clutches their pearls at this. Honestly, nobody sees this and it’s just my conviction after all. It can be wrong. I don’t think it is 😅 but it can be.

[chaoticabstractism]

Reading ✨The cage i call home✨ by @minjoon-love and dropping live comments here :

I’m already through first chep and they both seem in love lol but I’m guessing the angst is coming.

The smut was fabulous. Jiminie’s description is so pretty.

Lol taehyung is sucha tattle mouth.

So he has a limp, sour cunt, drunk brain and great friends! Life is good

They were FwBs before but they act like exes! People who know each others body in great detail and since they don’t talk much really all they’ve got is body language. But they care and long about each other too.

Mimi is sucha goner for yoongi! Sigh. I’m only little worried for him.

Yoongi knows taekook???????? So they’re in this secret business too????? Shit Jiminie shit

Oh okay they don’t. Then is Yoongi cooking something????

His entire body misses Yoongi :’)

The whole selling his soul to devil to monster - part 💀💀💀

Jimins headspace with praise kink and desire to be used and feeling guilty when he thinks he hasn’t deserved it, is really worrying. But really fascinating to read.

Kissing an asshole, literally and metaphorically.

The whole sequence of tracing the scar on Yoongi and silently asking for a scar back like a mating mark or something or something of yoongi to have with him when he isn’t close to the man!!!FUCK

JIMINNNNN oh god you traumatised baby

The choking scene was FUCK I MAY NEVER RECOVER especially with the undertones of their headspace shit

Alright chep 3 :

Oh would you look at that? It’s none other than Jiminie’s suga daddy !!!

Jimin is very good at making him feel needed. Well that’s kinda true for both of them. Sigh

What is yoongi Tryna do here really? See how much Jimin can take ? Break him? Push him so much that he’ll finally bite him back! ?

Hey hey hey hey hey what is happening in that bathroom I’m scared

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHY IS THAT SO HOT! stuffing his three holes FUCK FUCK FUCK oh god I’m ruined

Kimchi is their safe word!!! How romantic

For a couple who’s so messy in their sex life with derogatory tones and problematic kinks, they’re to domestic and lovey dovey other than sex.

And we are done with this chep too.

Let’s go chep 4 :

Taehyung fumbling and rambling describing Mimi’s hair and makeup style!!! I GET IT MAN I GET IT! I would too, he is just beautiful ✨

As soon as you admit the existence of happiness you’ve to face the reality that you could lose it - damn ! That hit way too close to the home.

OH GOD THREESOME! Get yourself a man like min yoongi who gets you another man to fill all your holes at once! Amen

Shit I can feel the humiliation seeping into my skin shit ! And I’m so turned on it’s embarrassing!! Fuxk you godddddddddd

Fuck yoongi fuck!!! THIS IS SO PERFECT feel bad for Seokjin tho! Yoongi used him as a literal boy toy to add pleasure into their dynamic.

“He tilts his head, opens his mouth and swirls the cum inside showing him” HE DID WHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT

Not Seokjin validated him like a baby showing his new cum-gurgling trick! HELPPPPP WHAT 😭😭😭😭

No disgust and no romantic feelings = best outcome in casual sex!!! Couldn’t agree anymore

The bathroom scene ???????? They’re so disgustingly in love and domestic and wild! And i love them so much

Oh my god the threesome was your block??!!!! I’m sorry I wasn’t there before or else I would have drowned you in praises because holy fuck!! That was so! I’ve thought a lot about such scene before but it’s just random dialogues and images and I’ve never been able to put it into words or paper but THIS WAS MINDFUCKING I love you for writing this

Okay chep 5 now whoooosh :

Theyre so cute in bed 😭😭😭😭

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲whatever happened

“Hurt me” 😩😩😩

I kind of knew yoongi would be the one using safe word the way Jimins masochistic tendencies keep flowing up at the surface but it still didn’t lessen the hurt that that it left :’)

He really left huh :’) I wished he would have stayed and talked and gathered some courage , can’t he see yoongi’s all ready to give him more than he could anyway!

I haven’t read anything else by you so idk if you’re into open endings or just endings where they aren’t together like a fairy tale, or not. Which is okay by me, I just , it’s nice to have had known but there’s no turning back now shit, im so nervous

Plus he’s coming to terms with the depth of his feeling, on top of it he already sorta felt that Jimin had it too. And he was trying to heal from it , in ways he knew. But now he’s ran away again and that would be so confusing. Was it just him? Was it the yesterday nights event ? Does it still feel suffocated ? Poor baby

Oh fuck he came back OH FUCK OH FUCK shit! Okay wow this is anticlimactic because I was ready to bawl my eyes out phewwww (sorry my damaged brain thinks it deserves pain even in stories and it’s too dreamy to hope for happy endings everywhere) shit but he really came back oh my god! Thank god one of them is better at this! Very Ross and Rachel like huh tho

Bye I need to cry

Okay I’m back , they’re at the sauna and having fun waaaaa it soothes my heart, this is nice

are you really yoongi’s partner if you don’t enjoy making him a blushing mess !!!!!

Kinda want Jimin to pull the yoongi marry me act and watch him be a puddle

Okay I’m done ,i thank you so much for leaving me a crying babbling utter mess 😔😔😔 no but really, it’s been a while since I’ve read an intense story like this and I guess slice of life even with mafia tones is something I really like, even more when there’s delicious angst! But I don’t read angst without smut and oh boy oh did you deliver!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS! I love it! The flow, the pain, the sex, the writing everything about it!

I’ll read more of your stuff now @minjoon-love 🫂

[punkscowardschampions]

Golly

Gabe: [Obvious note to ourselves that this is all in Swiss French unless I indicate otherwise because this boy can speak some English but he isn’t going to with her when he never has and she’s fluent, also, this is during his summer visit sometime, pre sulu, until/unless we skip]

Gabe: When are you 2 going to make up? 

Gabe: it’s me who suffers most 💔

Dolly: Poor Gabe 🙄

Dolly: You know you benefitted more than you ever should have to complain now

Gabe: Your defensive 🙄 has no benefit

Gabe: shouldn’t I miss you?

Dolly: You miss the situation, not me

Gabe: I said you, I mean you

Dolly: We don’t know each other, not really

Dolly: We’re not making up though, to answer that question and stop you from getting your hopes up that we will

Gabe: We do when you don’t pretend not to

Dolly: You think I’m the one pretending?

Dolly: You’re there with the queen of

Gabe: You won’t see me, I can’t be anywhere with you

Dolly: Of course I can’t see you, it reminds me of the humiliating and degrading things that happened

Gabe: How can you paint it to all be so bad?

Dolly: It might not be for you, your sibling wasn’t there

Dolly: it’s literally a crime, not to mention all the moral disgust 

Gabe: She doesn’t have to be there now

Dolly: You don’t think this is being read over your shoulder?

Dolly: or will be once you’re in the shower, textbook move

Gabe: I don’t think she’ll care, not like we do

Dolly: Her version of events is I ruined her whole life, you’re the one thing she’s still got

Gabe: Right, I’m a thing to her

Gabe: you’re different, you don’t view me that way

Dolly: You don’t need to tell me how she treats people

Dolly: you do know you don’t have to stay with her though, yeah? There’s a whole world of girls out there, you’re aware of that much

Gabe: I don’t need to tell you why I’m still here

Gabe: what for, you know

Dolly: You think we’ll make up and it’ll go back to how it was

Dolly: I’m never going back to her, I can’t

Gabe: Come back to me

Gabe: it can be however you want, you making the decisions for a change

Dolly: You’d be as bored of me as you are her

Gabe: I wouldn’t

Dolly: Yeah right

Dolly: There will be other girls who will have threesomes with you, you’re not terrible 

Gabe: I have other girls

Gabe: but none of them are you

Dolly: Now who’s talking about people like things 😏

Gabe: Think about it, okay?

Gabe: all I ask

Dolly: That’s not all you’re asking for

Gabe: We could be good together

Gabe: isn’t a fresh start why you left?

Dolly: Me and you isn’t a fresh start!

Dolly: That’s going back to nearly all my old ways

Gabe: I’d help you get over [the teacher]

Gabe: who else’s offering you that?

Dolly: How generous of you

Dolly: you think I’m hung up on [the teacher]?

Gabe: I’m over you cheating on me, willing to give you another chance

Dolly: I don’t think you can really cheat on someone who’s going out with your twin at the same time

Dolly: it was all bullshit, ridiculous fantasy

Gabe: Not all of it

Dolly: I feel bad, about everything that happened, you don’t need to make me, I already do, all the time

Gabe: We both had to go along with her fantasies to get closer but you don’t have to feel bad anymore, we can both be done with doing that

Gabe: follow our own

Dolly: You should

Dolly: but if she could realistically accuse me of stealing you, I don’t even know what she’d do

Gabe: I’m trying to

Gabe: I think about you all the time

Dolly: You shouldn’t think about me

Dolly: You really do deserve better than this

Gabe: We deserve this chance I’m giving you

Dolly: You think you can get things back to how they were, talk me ‘round

Gabe: We owe it to each other to see where this could go

Gabe: you didn’t even say goodbye properly

Dolly: I didn’t exactly get the chance

Dolly: the school and my parents conspired to have us out of there before a scandal could erupt

Gabe: I’m here now, so are you

Dolly: And you see how I can’t be around you

Gabe: You can’t be around her

Gabe: I’ve stopped asking you to

Dolly: This is how it always was, this isn’t new

Dolly: there is no being alone

Gabe: We can be alone where you’re hiding from me

Dolly: My Grandparents? No we really can’t 😅

Gabe: Somewhere else in this city then

Gabe: just once, just us

Dolly: We did do it just us once

Dolly: you don’t remember the hoops we had to jump through for forgiveness

Gabe: I remember it being worth all of them

Dolly: You think she won’t care but she will, in the weirdest way, she thinks it makes us close, do you not find it all insanely creepy?

Gabe: I don’t care & I know you feel the same

Dolly: I’m done with her forcing intimacy

Gabe: I’ll be done with her, say that’s what you want & I am

Dolly: Come on, you know you have it there on a plate

Dolly: I’m not being mean, that’s the whole point, how and why would you resist

Gabe: I’d resist for you

Dolly: Mhmm 🙃

Dolly: You only resisted other girls at [the school] because their parents might actually get you in trouble 

Gabe: Come on, that isn’t true

Dolly: You’re only human

Dolly: How is it there, after we left?

Gabe: Dramatic

Dolly: Yeah

Gabe: But preferable to this place

Dolly: England or my house specifically?

Gabe: What am I shown of England other than your house?

Dolly: Can’t you convince her to take you sight-seeing

Gabe: I don’t want to go sightseeing with her & you don’t want to show me around 💔

Dolly: I’m not convinced you want to 🎡📸

Dolly: and I’m not the one claiming to be good company, I’m not, everything is terrible in that house

Gabe: I want to spend time with you, how else can I convince you of that when this is the longest convo we’ve had since [whenever]?

Dolly: I told you, she’d probably kill herself if I took you from her, even to go see Big Ben

Dolly: it is kind of nice to be able to speak to you with only one voice but that’s as far as it can go

Gabe: Don’t be silly, of course she wouldn’t

Dolly: You think she’s sane, you’re really betting on her mental state, yeah?

Gabe: You’re hiding behind her still

Dolly: No I’m not

Gabe: It’s an excuse, you could let yourself have this

Gabe: we could be happy

Dolly: You’re at Uni, we’re in different countries now

Dolly: Why do you even want me at all?

Gabe: More excuses

Gabe: you say you remember how it was when it was just us, those are my reasons

Dolly: You can’t just swap rooms, swap sisters

Dolly: We can’t pretend 

Gabe: I can’t pretend I don’t feel these things

Dolly: We’re just frustrated, you won’t die

Gabe: You won’t care if I do

Dolly: Don’t be pouty about it

Dolly: I do care about you, you’re another casualty of this bullshit

Gabe: You don’t care that it’s been you all along

Gabe: that I played along with all of it for you

Dolly: Yes I do, I can’t explain how guilty that makes me feel

Gabe: Guilty isn’t how I want you to feel, why I’m telling you

Dolly: Being unable to stand up to her, make my own decisions, none of those reasons make good enough excuses for what I did, for letting you get involved

Gabe: So stop making them

Dolly: It’s over now, I made it stop

Gabe: We’re not until you agree to meet me

Gabe: either for a real goodbye or hi, I’ve missed you too

Dolly: I didn’t think I’d see you again

Gabe: If you don’t want to again after, that’s your decision

Dolly: She’s using you to punish me, you know

Gabe: I know what she’s like, yeah

Dolly: So I can’t be there or if I have to, I have to hear you

Gabe: Tell me where to be & I’ll be there

Dolly: I’ve been trying so hard to do the right thing, always

Dolly: not just going to church because school makes us

Gabe: Didn’t it feel right, me & you without her?

Gabe: it did to me

Dolly: It felt right with [the teacher] too

Dolly: but that’s only because it was going against her wrongs, committing our own, that doesn’t make it right, does it

Gabe: All I know is how much I want you, whether it’s right or wrong

Dolly: Do you know how hard it is to stop wanting, to have to control it

Gabe: You’ve been teaching me by staying away, I do now

Dolly: At least I’m not as entirely alone as I feel on that 

Dolly: Knowing what you’re missing is the worst feeling

Gabe: Yeah

Dolly: I don’t know how to say goodbye to you, that I can

Gabe: You don’t have to, Dolly

Dolly: It’s the right thing to do, I’m meant to be doing just the right things

Gabe: Right for who?

Gabe: it wouldn’t be right for me or for you

Dolly: You’re her boyfriend now, that makes it wrong

Gabe: I’m not, she doesn’t even want me

Dolly: She needs you

Gabe: I need you

Dolly: Just my body

Gabe: I said you, I mean you

Gabe: the only part you wanted me to have was your body

Dolly: You know you were her idea at the beginning, that’s not news

Gabe: At the beginning I didn’t know her like I do now

Gabe: I didn’t know you either

Dolly: Feels like a lifetime ago now

Gabe: We can start to live a different life

Dolly: We have

Gabe: I haven’t, but I’ll change

Dolly: Don’t change for me

Gabe: Why?

Dolly: I’m not good, good enough 

Gabe: I think you are

Dolly: You’re too nice

Gabe: No, but I’d love to treat you nicer

Gabe: begin again

Dolly: Oh Gabe

Gabe: [a pet name that he only uses for her because ofc he has one that’s specific in some way to something that happened when Lulu wasn’t around or some inside joke etc]

Dolly: I’m just so fucked up, I don’t know how to trust anything

Gabe: I’m no better, she’s messed with both our heads

Dolly: I want it to feel like it’s my choice

Gabe: It is

Gabe: tell me when & where, even if that means a year from now

Dolly: Aren’t I the one that’s meant to promise I’ll wait for you

Gabe: You wouldn’t make me promises

Dolly: English people are unromantic

Gabe: I forget you’re English [typed in English]

Dolly: I forget you can speak any

Gabe: A little [also in English]

Dolly: Very good 👏

Gabe: I miss you [in English again, he’s showing off now lol]

Dolly: I miss you too now

Gabe: [switch back because you’re running out of English]

Gabe: You admitted it, that’s new

Dolly: I only said now

Gabe: Very good 👏

Dolly: I could say you’re being funny, that’s new 

Dolly: but I won’t, not very polite and you’re technically a guest

Gabe: Technically, you did say it

Dolly: I apologise

Dolly: I know you’re making the most of the hospitality on offer though

Gabe: I’ll add a proper, real sorry to what I’m waiting for

Dolly: You have a whole list now

Gabe: It won’t be long before I have, you should just meet me now before it gets any more ridiculous

Dolly: I want to so badly, that’s as hard as I have to stay away

Gabe: Please, I need to see you

Gabe: I’m losing my mind

Dolly: Try being me, I’m stuck there all the time

Dolly: and there is no one else for me, not like you

Gabe: It isn’t the same when I’m with her, you know it’s not

Dolly: It sounds like you manage

Gabe: Yeah, I make the most of it

Gabe: but it shouldn’t be this difficult, it wasn’t with you

Dolly: Difficult like how?

Gabe: Like she’s acting her way through everything & doesn’t care if I know

Dolly: Oh, yeah, that’s not fun

Gabe: It’s horrible

Dolly: Then why do you still do it?

Gabe: At least I have her if I can’t you

Dolly: Do you though

Gabe: As much as anyone’s ever going to be allowed to

Dolly: I guess so

Gabe: We’re each other’s consolation prize, she & I

Dolly: Thanks, I thought you didn’t want me to feel guilty

Gabe: I’d rather you felt that for me than feel nothing

Dolly: I’m not the same as her

Gabe: I know, she doesn’t feel guilty

Dolly: Don’t compare us

Gabe: I can’t, you don’t compare to anyone else I’ve been with

Dolly: How long is that list? 

Dolly: So I can know how flattered to be or not to be

Gabe: [give her your number, I’m not going to cos we don’t even know how old you are & I have no idea how many girls to say]

Dolly: Wow

Gabe: I tried to forget you but I can’t do that either

Dolly: That is not why you fucked [this number] girls, liar

Dolly: You’re such a sweet-talker 

Gabe: [an amount of this number which he’s saying he did specifically to try and forget her] of them

Dolly: 😁

Gabe: Don’t 😁 when it hasn’t worked

Dolly: I’m glad it hasn’t

Dolly: I’ve not learnt how to be a martyr suffering alone and in silence yet

Gabe: Enjoy mine

Dolly: I’m trying but

Dolly: it’s not enough

Gabe: Now you know how I feel

Dolly: Feels like that now more than it ever did before

Gabe: I hope it hurts you like it does me

Gabe: & you aren’t silent about it

Dolly: I want you to hear, only you, that’s the problem

Gabe: There’s no problem

Dolly: There is, this is a huge fucking problem now

Gabe: We know how to fix it

Dolly: I’m so mad at you

Gabe: You won’t be when you let me fuck that out of you

Dolly: I miss having you inside me every day

Gabe: Every day without you drags

Dolly: I can’t go back to before, before I knew these things, I’m trying so hard but 

Gabe: You can’t fight me

Dolly: I need this, you to give it to me

Gabe: Tell me where to go [+ her pet name again]

Dolly: Come here, I don’t want to move

Gabe: Don’t, I’ll be there

Dolly: What are you going to say, what’s the excuse?

Gabe: Shh, let me worry about it

Dolly: It’s too late to care now

Gabe: I care more about giving you what you need

Dolly: It’s been the worst, nothing could make it worse at this point, it’s all blown up

Gabe: I’ll make this 1 thing so much better you’ll forget about everything else for a while

Dolly: What was everyone at the school saying about me?

Gabe: They hate on you or hate they weren’t you

Dolly: Is he still there

Gabe: He left when you left

Dolly: Only so much even they can ignore

Gabe: He hasn’t been in touch?

Dolly: Of course not

Gabe: Why’d you do it?

Dolly: To have something for myself, to get away from her, because he wanted me, a combination and more maybe, I don’t know

Gabe: But why not me? I wanted you

Dolly: You wouldn’t get me away from her

Gabe: You didn’t even try to stand up to her & see what would happen

Gabe: maybe it would’ve worked, been enough & we’d still be in the same country

Dolly: Nothing would work but the nuclear option

Dolly: I tried, I’ve tried my whole life

Gabe: You could’ve come to me instead of shutting me out

Dolly: I didn’t think I could trust anyone, I don’t, that’s not the life I’ve led

Gabe: True, your parents are fucked

Dolly: Yep

Gabe: I’ve done the wrong things too

Dolly: Have you?

Gabe: With her, because of her

Gabe: column a & b

Dolly: If you wanted, you could tell everyone, she can’t blackmail you

Dolly: you know you can stop any time you want

Gabe: It’s complicated, she makes sure it’s very

Gabe: makes it hard to stop, she can make me think I don’t want to

Dolly: I don’t wanna talk about it

Gabe: Me either

Dolly: God’s sake

Gabe: If I hadn’t met her though, I wouldn’t you

Dolly: That was my point, why this doesn’t work

Gabe: You’re separate now

Dolly: The history will never be

Gabe: You were to me the whole time

Dolly: Bullshit

Gabe: I couldn’t have liked you more if I saw you & her as identical, could I?

Gabe: you’re completely different from each other

Dolly: You would say that now

Gabe: I’d have said it then too if you talked to me

Dolly: Talking wasn’t really the point, for any of us

Gabe: It isn’t too late, look at us talking a lot

Dolly: Too late for what?

Gabe: Anything

Dolly: Way too late for a lot of things, don’t get ideas

Gabe: Okay fine, I’ll stick with the ideas you’re going to like

Dolly: Smart thinking

Gabe: Your grandparents were smart to live so near to your parents

Dolly: A necessity, remember how fucked my parents are

Gabe: Yeah a necessity, you need me inside you

Dolly: I can say please, you said it first

Gabe: You’ll end up saying it more than once

Dolly: Please be right

Gabe: It’ll feel right

Dolly: I remember how it feels

Gabe: You remember how many girls you fuck better than

Dolly: [giving it as a fraction and a percentage because gave you those two numbers]

Gabe: That’s right

Dolly: If you were French French, you’d say I was better than all of them, amateur

Gabe: I did 

Dolly: then I think you might be worse at maths than me

Gabe: Well, I didn’t say I was good at it

Dolly: I don’t care about maths

Gabe: Where are your grandparents & when are they going to be back?

Dolly: Let me worry about that

Gabe: I spy their car isn’t there, I’m not worried

Dolly: They know who you are, it doesn’t matter

Gabe: Are you really not going to move?

Dolly: Depends, really

Gabe: Don’t you want to greet me as your guest?

Dolly: You’re upset I didn’t pick you up from the airport

Gabe: Get up & show me in

Dolly: [do get up and go to this door so he doesn’t look like he’s just letting himself in here lmao, the least casual door opening of all time nbd]

Gabe: [excuse them everyone shamelessly about to hook up on this day, it simply cannot be helped, so follow her into this house in the least casual manner anyone has ever despite technically not doing anything yet, could cut this TENSION with a knife or some fabric scissors lol lol]

Dolly: [never said this girl wasn’t fucked too, especially this soon in the aftermath of it all, you are the weird twins after all lmao, best get somewhat in this door though for your grandparents’ sake not because you personally care at all in this moment, drag him up to the room you invariably have here and slam that door behind you with the TENSION of it all, turning back to LOOK at him full !! because really didn’t bank on Lulu keeping him around even though you should’ve honestly]

Gabe: [mhmm they all are honey that’s why we’re here and this had to happen whether it’s for the final time as it unfolds rn or it inevitably does again before we end things, because while I must try and remember he doesn’t have any rizz y’all clearly have more chemistry at least than he does with Lulu and he thinks he feels whatever he does so, hence barely letting her slam that door before they’re kissing against it because he has nothing to say and much to do]

Dolly: [my boo says you can’t be too swag, resist urge lmao and she’s so right for that, nevertheless we want you right now and we’re making that happen any way we can and know how so really how drastically wrong can it go for you two, at least there is no time or need to say anything because god knows where you would start, be here taking off his t-shirt in this makeout for him, coming at him with all the energy of someone who was in two very intense ‘relationships’ and then both stopped abruptly and cold turkey]

Gabe: [it’s quite hard actually cos usually we want our characters to be the most swag and do the most so that’s what I’m used to trying to do lol, but yeah, don’t give yourselves time to talk yourselves/each other out of this or be interrupted by her insane twin, likewise take off whatever top she is wearing, which I vote he has to pull over her head too so that it gets stuck on her hair/an earring whatever just as way to show the fucks that aren’t given but also the swag he doesn’t have because this boy is only taking the second it would to make sure there is no now messed hair in the way of her mouth before kissing her again with the same energy, you won’t catch him doing loving big hair strokes, you will however catch his hands roaming with so much !! because she isn’t as skinny as her sister and he’s very into some curves that allows for, we all know that’s a reason he likes her more and a way he compares them if only in his own head]

Dolly: [it’s true but the lack of intense feelings for each other will do the heavy lifting of not taking it fully to those places, I think, we’re fine lol; ANYWAY, this girl loves a giant hoop so no doubt they are getting yanked to hell but I can’t pretend you’re going to feel a bad type of way about that in this state, letting yourself explore his body again like it’s been a million years, running your own fingers over all his muscles, GRIPPING as you also bite his lip slightly as you do a lil GASP]

Gabe: [I knew the hoop thing about her so I had to do it but yeah you’ll both just be into it rn, soz for the beard/stubble rash you’ll probably get later as a lasting reminder of this hun because that meanwhile is this boy’s signature look hence I had to make him a bit older than y’all, pull this girl’s hair in response because she also has better hair than her sister in terms of the texture being not naturally straight af so again you’re obvs about it sir, before doing your own waist GRAB to deal with pulling down/taking off whatever else she’s wearing clothes wise and just leaving her standing here in her underwear which is when you can finally bother to return her LOOK from earlier as you shamelessly check her out]

Dolly: [not the bright red mouth after, casually trying to ice roll that out of existence before your grandparents return lmao, you love to see it, just like you love to feel exposed like this, shivering not from the sudden chill, still, pulling him back towards you like come on ‘we don’t have long’ gonna be speaking in Swiss French in person too unless I make a point of specifically saying something in English]

Gabe: [imagine haha, again not something most characters have to think about because beards are gross imo so I don’t inflict them upon my boys/most of y’all are teens when we are doing things, take that unsubtle hint to hurry the fuck up and kiss her again while pulling her towards the bed, I love that you are yet to say anything sir when I know it isn’t in the way most characters don’t, you just don’t have many thoughts in your head here and now, only the obvious ones]

Dolly: [here trying to be the one to push him onto this bed before he can you, pinning him with your knees either side of him, hovering above his stomach, not initiating contact and just LOOKING at him some more ‘you said you missed me’ almost accusingly like did you really or what, still enough of a statement that it isn’t a question, tugging on his hair softly as you continue looking at him from this angle]

Gabe: [he’s allowing it so that he can basically recline on this bed because lbr he’s lazy and both of these girls are being made to do most of the work most of the time, echoing her ‘we don’t have long’ from this position in response to her LOOKING because she’s now the one wasting time, undoing what are probably jeans because he’s that sort of wannabe rockstar boy ‘yeah, I said it’ as accusingly ‘and so what?’ being added almost like a challenge/a posed question of what she’s going to do about that]

Dolly: [shaking your head and grinning at him ‘you don’t know how long we have’ because true, you only know they’re not here from the car and we’re purposefully not giving you that information, looking back over your shoulder to LOOK at him taking his jeans off, biting your lip again, falling back onto the bed and pushing so you’re reclined the other end to him ‘so show me’ absolutely a challenge]

Gabe: [‘I know it won’t be long enough’ because regardless of how much you do or don’t feel for each other actually that’s also true in the snatched moments of it all now and whenever you had them before, hence taking up that challenge and coming at her like it’s been a thousand years with how he’s stripping her naked, albeit very clumsily because he’s not swag and he’s also kissing her body in every cliche place a boy like him would, never quite doing the most but definitely believing he is ‘show me how badly you need this’ because she said that]

Dolly: [nodding because it’s real and you do feel sad about it in this moment that he’ll be gone soon but what can you say about it, again, at least there’s no need to speak when you can let your reactions to him getting you naked do all the talking, taking his hand in yours and first taking it to your nips like feel and then taking his hand close enough to you that he can feel the HEAT coming off you but not close enough to give you any kind of relief about it ‘now do you see?’]

Gabe: [smiling about all these antics because he do see it and he loves to, it’s 100% giving smug as if you don’t want her as badly if not lbr even moreso, still, get naked yourself very much in a do YOU see kind of manner, giving her a second to LOOK however limited they may be before this hookup then inevitably initiates, he will be positioning them so she’s on top for the established reason that she can do the work but also so he has an excellent view and complete access to her boobs which are clearly his fave thing about her body]

Dolly: [his name escaping your lips like you’re scandalised by what you see and can’t, as you said, wait for him to be inside you, screwing your eyes so tightly shut when he is, clamping your hands over your mouth as a force of habit before the realisation you don’t need to be quiet at all hits and you’re throwing your head back so your chest is really being thrust towards him ‘FUCK’ as a reflex to not having to hold back, no volume control about it]

Gabe: [it goes without saying that he’s obsessed with every second of this and every reaction she’s giving but especially that he didn’t have to take her hands away cos she had that realisation on her own and what she did when it hit, REALLY thrusting himself when she sticks her chest out at him like that, coming at it like a force of nature with his hands and mouth like this is the first time ever because he has never gotten over that other time or her and if this is gonna be the last time potentially then he’s making the most of it]

Dolly: [SQUEEZING yourself tighter around him because you could not be riding him harder about this, rolling your hips and bouncing your other curves against him ‘play with me, I’ve missed how rough your fingers are’ ‘cos peeps who play guitar always have callouses and he’d like you calling attention to it as much as it’s just true ‘I’m too soft’ blatantly meaning that all attempts to deal with your frustration have been impossible, hence we feel more feral than ever, taking a finger of his and sucking at it hungrily, swirling said callouses with your tongue]

Gabe: [this boy doesn’t deserve her all she’s giving atm because he’s really giving his too rn but it is simply not as slay your honour, good point about the curves he has ignored though, do grab her arse while y’all are getting into and keeping up this feral rhythm, oh my boo is SO right about how hilariously into her drawing attention to his guitar playing hands he would be, I lol, saying his own ‘fuck’ as she do but not as loud or dramatically as she said it, and obviously do also touch her as indecently as you are able because you’re not a boy who has your own ideas you’re a boy who follows these girls’ lead while trying to pretend you’re the one in control and therefore not entirely whipped as boys like to]

Dolly: [he may not but ain’t that just life lmao, can’t let that hold you back when you know what you need, leaning so far forward at his fuck that his face is being smothered right now excuse us except we aren’t even slightly sorry, somehow making the pace even more frantic as he’s touching you, moaning his name with abandon again to enjoy this newfound freedom]

Gabe: [mhmm, and he isn’t sorry about any of it either, least of all being smothered to death, calling her a good girl when she makes the pace even more !! as encouragement to keep it like that because we all know both these girls would be FERAL for that phrase + likewise adding her name too because he can and that’s the same newfound freedom for him]

Dolly: [we do know and it’s so blatant that there’s nothing to do but to lean into it as hard as you can, which is what we are doing, as well as attempting to ask him ‘how much better?’ we mean than all the other girls in his list but that’s not being made as clear as it could be because we’re too busy pressing our body into him in the places he clearly admires ‘you like how soft I am’ as an actual observation for once, as if this has only just occurred because your mother is a fat shamer so it isn’t your natural instinct to see your body as more desirable although to a lot of people it is]

Gabe: [being equally blatant about how much better she is than everyone and how much he likes her body with all of his reactions both in terms of his own noises he’s doing which I doubt are moans because a lot of boys aren’t giving that so I doubt he would, but they are as extra as he’d get to the point that he can’t do words, and the effort he’s putting into touching and fucking her when he obvs isn’t someone who is excellent at multi-tasking or putting someone else’s needs first and is clearly LOSING it with how into this hookup he is ‘the best’ coming out indecently in answer to her question eventually & it works for her observation too]

Dolly: [you can shh girl and let him focus on this because you want him to kill you as much as he wants it and you are both doing your most to make that happen here and now, just giving him all the encouragement in pure NOISE not so much words, even though you’re kissing him so hard at the words he manages to get out because can’t not be into that soz]

Gabe: [meanwhile he’s here breaking that kiss almost immediately because he wants to run his mouth suddenly telling her how sexy she is, a flop move because I’ve heard french people use our english word just with an accent so that’s what he’s doing and it SENDS me haha but also the word sexy gives me the ick when there’s so many better words which exist, I had to do it instead of just letting y’all have a makeout sesh which would be the iconic thing to do, at least the way he’s pushing her face from his and keeping her at enough distance to let him speak by holding her hair would be a hot move, you’ve redeemed yourself slightly sir because he’d 100% call her hot after because it’s just basic when again, so much else you could say]

Dolly: [can confirm they do and it’s very funny, does sound like they’re taking the piss but nope, just out here doing the most suddenly, which, again, would be different from it has been ‘cos you know Lulu was always getting involved because whole point for her so this boy actually taking any semblance of control for real is hot, basic as it is in theory, so be LOOKING at him with big eyes whilst you continue to unsubtly do the most]

Gabe: [soz he’s unintentionally hilarious just by not being english speaking, I can’t help that french is so silly, y’all are here finding it hot which is what matters, say her specific pet name, however silly/unsexy that may also be because it isn’t giving baby or anything romantic of the sort, it’s something mundane or bantsy except not to them because it’s only for them, basically coming out as a moan or as close as he’ll ever get in response to how she’s LOOKING at him and how big her eyes are before you then crash your mouths back together as if you didn’t pull apart a sec ago, he’s taking control again and dragging her face to his is the point]

Dolly: [we can’t help that French is silly, I’m sure y’all find it less silly than we do being a native speaker and fluent lmao, gotta have you calling him something you would have only called him in a bantsy/sassy manner before, like Gabey, because it’s not cute and you had to rebel however you could but you’re saying it how you never have before, changing the meaning entirely for this moment, not at all able to focus on this kiss so it’s clumsy af but you don’t care]

Gabe: [not him actually doing something and changing the position up here in this moment so that he’s on top of her because she said that and he HAS TO because DYING about it, shamelessly kissing and fucking her the hardest he ever has anyone in his life until they both can’t cope anymore and are DEAD]

Dolly: [RIP you two, me like you deserve this and do you? Kinda, it’s a weird situation and neither of you is to blame but not blameless so meh, have at it honestly, I don’t blame either of you for ending up here]

Gabe: [jemily regret nothing and neither do y’all, if nothing else he can’t bitch that he didn’t get a proper goodbye now because she did everything she could there and there’s no denying it here in the aftermath when you’re both gonna be so dead and so shook]

Dolly: [when the only time coming close to that was when y’all went off and managed to do it alone because every other time your sister and her influence has been there making you feel sick so how much could he truly do fighting against all that weirdness, just here thinking about that, and how much worse everything was because of your twin and her codependency, at least a sigh right now isn’t coming across as dramatic]

Gabe: [me just knowing that Lulu would be whispering in Gabe’s ear so poor Dolly would never know exactly what was said, oh the mental illness is strong in her, god bless, but anyway, I’m sure he’s doing his own sigh in a more authentically trying to get his breath back way so he won’t notice hers isn’t, I’m also sure that he’ll wanna smoke immediately after this because even if it wasn’t a french cliche it’s a wannabe rockstar one if that isn’t how Swiss people roll post sex, throw your clothes on so you’re not doing this inside, she knows you so she knows your rituals and what is happening, give her the 3 kisses Swiss people weirdly do instead of 2 even though you aren’t intending to leave forever yet]

Dolly: [we know it was constant mindgames and it’s why you’ll never have a relationship again but that’s not a conversation for now, even if this boy wasn’t running off to smoke, shouting ‘back garden’ after him so he’s not at the front door lest your grandparents return because he clearly looks sexed up having only just thrown his clothes back on]

Gabe: [acknowledge you’ve heard her either with a yeah or a noise equivalent and go and have your smoke break because I’m 1000% certain the insane twin has been blowing your phone up that you switched off because the only way I can imagine he left their house was by starting an argument to storm off, and you’ll look even if you don’t respond sir, I know that]

Dolly: [in that vein, be here deleting incriminating messages between y’all, which he can also see happening, because even if he thinks Lulu don’t check his phone, we know that she does, you’re welcome, boy]

Gabe: [mhmm, she is her mother’s daughter meaning absolutely unhinged, there is nothing she wouldn’t do even if this boy likes to pretend there is and she wouldn’t ever actually go as far as we all know she would]

Dolly: [that’s what I’m saying girlies]

Gabe: [he’s gonna be out there for way longer than a smoke break takes reading all these millions of messages she has flooded him with from the second he was out the door until now but do eventually come back up, even if, I fear, it’s to end up saying you g2g, sit on the end of her bed and do a more dramatic sigh of your own first though ‘sorry’ no elaboration if that’s because of how long you were in the garden or because you’re shamelessly about to leave] 

Dolly: [at least you’ve had time to get your clothes back on too and be slightly less dead and frazzled, although we can’t pretend everything is all chill, you’re in a better position to shrug, letting out the unbelieving but at the same time entirely unsurprised breath ‘your choice’ like I don’t have to go back there and talk to her, it you still out here having a relationship for reasons we do not understand]

Gabe: [‘make yours’ in an exasperated tell me what you want and you can have it tone because he’s been out here saying this whole time he’ll leave her for you and he still is]

Dolly: [‘that’s nothing to do with me’ because staying out of everything to do with her is entirely the vibe, putting your hands up like see, washed clean]

Gabe: [‘deleting my messages doesn’t from your brain’ because you still heard everything he said and know what he’s saying rn]

Dolly: [‘I did that for your benefit not mine’ like excuse me but we’re not fully fuming or anything here, hence moving closer to him like come on, putting your hand on his shoulder]

Gabe: [‘if I leave her, it’s for you’ just saying that he isn’t going to leave her unless it’s for this, okay hun, great]

Dolly: [‘why?’ as a genuine question because what are you doing babe]

Gabe: [‘because if you don’t want to be with me, she will’ true but savage, thankfully Lulu is also using you so I don’t feel bad]

Dolly: [‘so will countless girls’ nudging his shoulder with yours now like we aren’t the only girls to exist ‘you said it, we’re not in the same country anymore’ fixing his hair like you’re so casual and the reality of your situation isn’t so fresh atm]

Gabe: [‘they do’ in a but it’s not the same tone because he is slagging around uni but in his head rn they are the only girls to exist hence he can’t walk away ‘when we both finish we can be again’ because god knows how long he has left of uni but courses aren’t that long and you deffo aren’t a fresher ‘until then, we could still see each other, like we are now’]

Dolly: [doing a sad smile he can only maybe see from how you’re positioned right now because you are also stuck thinking about that time you’re only just coming out of, for better and worse ‘if I even finish school now’ ‘cos you would think you’d flop so hard because obviously the system is so different and you only have your A-levels left so that’s no time to get used to UK schooling tbh, resting your head on his shoulder now ‘I’ll see you’ quieter, smaller voice than you were using like you can’t even believe you’re saying it]

Gabe: [‘you’ll pass’ saying it flippantly like duh of course you will because he knows they are both smart and there’s no question of it in his mind, ruffling her hair and doing a lil knock on the top of her head like he’s saying hello you’ve got a big brain in there ‘and you’ll see me?’ having to repeat it as a question because he’s in disbelief and needs the confirmation]

Dolly: [swatting at him as if you’re like ugh stop it but it’s kind of the energy you’re about and thinking seriously about restarting school in September is not something you wish to do now whilst you still have summer left, burrowing your head down so you’re hiding behind his back now on this bed but he’ll feel you nodding against him for that confirmation]

Gabe: [pulling her out from behind his back with so much !! it’s again a hot move, we can’t lie, hugging her so big that they both fall back onto this bed in a heap because he’s buzzing that she’s said yes to this when he was expecting a no]

Dolly: [being equally !! because you were hiding for a reason so now you have to start a lil makeout to avoid him seeing how red you are/avoid being more serious about this ‘I just want you’ like that’s all and it’s not more than you’ve admitted to before]

Gabe: [he will be distracted by this lil makeout anyway but then that’s the green light to go harder when she says that so obvs he’s turning it into a more !! makeout, more slowly taking off her clothes than he did earlier but nevertheless taking them off again]

Dolly: [doing the kind of half grumpy half blissful groan ‘I thought you had to leave’ because that’s obviously where it was going and now you’re here getting more and more undressed]

Gabe: [‘no’ shaking his head playfully as he’s saying it like idk what gave you that idea sis, despite being very unplayful about his antics because he’s kissing her everywhere he takes a piece of clothing off of, not at all casually all over her rn]

Dolly: [‘no?’ giving are you quite sure about that but again, giving him access to parts of you he wouldn’t by shifting your weight this way and that, just very much loving this for yourself]

Gabe: [in answer be kissing her harder everywhere she’s just given you the chance to, shamelessly getting into leaving marks levels with it which you haven’t this deliberately when you were doing it earlier, boobs not included because they are definitely lovebitten but the rest of her was not]

Dolly: [‘don’t’ but from the breathless and indecent way we’re saying this, barely saying, you can tell we mean don’t leave as opposed to don’t mark me]

Gabe: [‘no?’ in the same are you sure tone, playfully mocking and copying her, but he’s as breathless and indecent as he LOOKS at her from wherever his head’s been resting whether that’s her shoulder or her chest or the crook of her neck, any of the above are plausible and a hot position to be in]

Dolly: [shaking your head because wherever he is you’ll be able to tickle/get him with your long ass hair and that’s the only defence you have right now from how WEAK this boy got you feeling]

Gabe: [the way this boy gathers up all her hair in his hand and YANKS her head back as if this a playfight and he’s so mad and so like ugh stop and yet not at all like that is undeniably another hot move, especially because then he has her entire throat and neck to kiss and he REALLY is ‘take off my clothes then’ because he’s staying but fully dressed rn]

Dolly: [not you throwing your head back again in a direct parallel to earlier, welcome for that as a visual that’s entirely deserved because we’re not okay about how hot that was, hence we’re bunching your t-shirt up in our fist before attempting to calm a little and do this reverse striptease moment slowly so he can appreciate it]

Gabe: [and appreciate it we all know he will, along with everything else, soz not soz he’s obsessed with this girl here and now, hence he cannot stop distracting her with makeouts he keeps stopping and starting as she’s trying to undress him, whenever he stops, pushing her away as his own parallel to earlier because the same way basically though he’s grabbing and then holding her face more this time with each go]

Dolly: [SO clearly into this game of push and pull y’all are having here, always coming at him with increased feral energy, as it’s summer, clearly isn’t taking you long to undress him, however much you both prolong it with these antics, when he has pushed you away for the final time and he’s as naked as you are, LAUNCHING yourself at him so hard, pillows flying off this bed with all y’alls clothes, crashing your lips into his for a makeout that is punctuated with your already turned on breathlessness]

Gabe: [mhmm, they are both living their best lives rn soz not soz my twin or the grandparents whose house this is, giving his all to this makeout sesh, in contrast to the push and pull of earlier, catch him throwing his thigh over her to pin her in place as they do because y’all’s bodies couldn’t be closer and gotta keep it like that for the 2nd hookup we’re all aware is gonna happen, definitely will doing the ultimate cliche of likewise pinning her hands above her head with his when he initiates that because both into him taking full control of things]

Dolly: [no one here is soz I’m afraid, jemily is also not soz because we love the delicious drama and you just would do this, it makes sense on every level and yeah, you are undeniably loving it right now, here making indecent eye contact with him on a whole new level because you can but also because you have no other choice in this position so you’re dying over it]

Gabe: [nobody can say it’s us causing drama for the sake of/cos Winnie is forcing us, they both would, it’s the most in character thing ever, I’m loling though because he will be dying over this eye contact literally meaning in no world is this not gonna be a much shorter hookup (not quite giving the Timmy sex scene in ladybird because I could never but) so it is a good job they had that other one and she was already turned on because otherwise you’d be like oh]

Dolly: [y’all were pushing your luck with a full round two but it was a must for that reason lol, as well as the reason of your grandparents presumably being on their way back and the reason of your phone blowing up boy, here again needing to get dressed so doing another reversal by you getting up to get his clothes from the floor pile without putting yours back on, you’re welcome ‘how long are you here?’ when your back is to him, because of course you don’t know, it’s not like Lulu warned you he would be coming]

Gabe: [tell her when you were meant to be staying until but obvs there is an unspoken but who the fuck knows now in your tone because you literally walked out on Lulu and are fully expecting her to be like um okay fuck off back to Switzerland then hun because that is what a lot of girls would do]

Dolly: [‘if you are-’ unspoken I’ll see you later at the end there as you turn back and hand him the clothes you have gathered, half shrug, because you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d keep him around to try and get her own back in a weird way, obviously, you know this bitch]

Gabe: [start putting your clothes back on like it’s casual despite nothing about this being because he knows this bitch too and I’m sure he’d rather go straight to the airport instead of deal with any of her crazy rn but doing that means he wouldn’t see this gal unless he then deliberately comes back to visit her specifically which is and would be a whole thing, hence we all know what’s actually going to happen ‘I’ll text you’ as an unspoken promise that he’ll stick around and this’ll happen again despite how casual it again sounds]

Dolly: [we truly feel for you, even though we think it’s your fault for still being involved with us at all, we know too well the pain of dealing with her crazy, hence fixing his hair is more you patting his head as you walk past to get your own clothes ‘this wasn’t goodbye?’ raising a brow because such a male move to give you something to remember him by, smirking like thank god lmao, getting your hoops stuck again when you pull your shirt back on]

Gabe: [‘it was going to be’ as he comes over to free this earring for her and is then in such ridiculously close proximity, because it was but now it can’t be because the hookup was too fire, yes I am quoting Gypsy Rose as closely as I can there haha, smirking back at her from this position of being right in her grill, tucking her hair behind the ear he freed in such a deliberate move]

Dolly: [‘yeah, it was’ because he was all but begging for it from you and was expecting you to say goodbye, which is also what you thought you’d do but here we are, somehow totally okay with it, moving your body into his, not quite a hug because you’re not putting your arms around him but close enough ‘you know how ridiculous it is that you’re going back to MY house’ like by all rights you should be allowed to go back too but we know why you’re not]

Gabe: [kissing her, not as a goodbye but a goodbye for now but we all know it’s really extra because god knows when y’all will see each other again or if you even will because one or both of you could back out a million times once he’s left this room and neither of you would be surprised in the circumstances ‘yeah, I do’ because it really is and nobody’s denying that, nevertheless catch this boy going regardless once he’s said that]

Dolly: [oh the delicious drama, win you are eating well sir]

[saintlike78]

The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything – you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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Narcos Fic: Trigonometry (Part 1: Sine)

Part 2, Part 3  -  Masterlist  -  Read on AO3

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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Steve Murphy x Javier Peña 

(Parts 1 and 2 focus on Carrillo/Murphy, but part 3 will be Carrillo/Murphy/Peña)

Words: 3,708

Summary: Set in the aftermath of All In, the trio have largely been avoiding each other. However, when Peña doesn’t show up for work and no one knows where he is, Murphy and Carrillo are forced to put their differences to one side, but soon discover they have more in common than they’re prepared to admit.  

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Canon-typical violence, knife play, weapons kink, power dynamics, lashings of sexual tension, descriptions of a past threesome and masturbation, a hint of praise kink, jealousy, mild angst, swearing, smoking, drinking. 

Notes: So, a version of this fic has been sat in my WIP folder pretty much since I finished All In over a year ago, but it got put on the backburner when OHDH took over my life lol (I haven’t forgotten about that fic btw! I’m hoping to update sooner rather than later...it’s just a lot of work). But then I recently had pangs to re-visit this and, erm, one thing led to another 😂 It’s three parts and the second part is almost finished, so that should be posted soon! 

I also feel like I should say now I’m a sucker for Steve in his hot mess era, and I’m also a sucker for his and Carrillo’s jealous frenemies dynamic as they fight over Javi, so those vibes are very much present here 😉 

Whilst obviously I do not own Narcos or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.

Part 1: Sine

It wasn’t unlike Javi to go off-grid for hours at a time, preferring to ignore his pager if he had something – or someone - better to be doing. And in his defence, it was barely 10am; still early by his standards, so Steve poured himself another coffee and resumed scanning through the files piled on his desk.

Even as lunchtime approached, he was only mildly curious to know Javi’s whereabouts. Maybe Messina had sent him off to scope out a new CI. He was always so cloak-and-dagger; it wouldn’t have been out of character for him to sneak off without saying a word.

It was a thought that caused Steve’s stomach to swoop given what Javi tended to get up to with his informants, even though he didn’t have much right to feel that way. Sure, they had their new arrangement, but it wasn’t as though it was exclusive. It wasn’t as though it had happened again since that night in Carrillo’s office. And in the bathroom immediately afterwards, obviously.

In fact, the three of them had been avoiding each other as much as possible. Conversations were kept brief and strictly work-related, but Steve couldn’t quite put his finger on how to describe the cloud of tension that still enveloped them. Awkward, yes, but not quite regretful. It was more like an unspoken question that none of them was prepared to ask out loud. But occasionally, a look would pass between them when no one else was around. A look which, if they were honest, probably gave them the answer they needed, but no sooner had it appeared than it was gone again.

And then there were the flashbacks. Steve may have strutted away in the aftermath like the cat that got the cream, but a stiff drink or several was required when he made it back to his apartment and into the shower. And there was no escape even once under the white noise of the faucet.

He closed his eyes to rinse the shampoo from his hair, his fingers gliding through each soapy strand until they weren’t his fingers anymore. They were Carrillo’s gripping and tugging as he fucked Steve’s mouth with abandon. A groan echoed off the tiles as he tried to ignore the demanding twitch of his cock. But it only reminded him of how he reacted to the delicious warmth of Javi’s tongue swiping up and down his length, catching beads of precum on its journey.

Even once he gave in and took himself in hand, he was back in Carrillo's office getting off on watching them together. Or watching Javi’s face twist in pleasure through the bathroom mirror whilst vigorously ploughing into him. The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the strangled moans and the overpowering scent of sweat and semen filling his senses. The intoxicating thrill of Javi being orbited by him and Carrillo as they pushed and pulled, snarled and grunted to vie for his attention. Neither quite prepared to relinquish the perceived control they had over the situation, even if it was more of a fallacy than they cared to admit. It was no wonder he came for the third time that night, despite there barely being anything left for his body to release.

As the clock on the wall above his desk approached 2pm, Steve noted he hadn’t seen Carrillo anywhere all day either. There was that swooping sensation again, only this time, it dug deeper into his gut, twisting keenly like a knife as various scenarios swam through his mind.

He tried to reason with himself that even if any of them were the truth, it was nothing the two of them hadn’t already been doing for months (or years?) before he was involved. And they were perfectly entitled to do that without inviting him or seeking his permission. It wasn't like he hadn’t indulged with Javi in the absence of Carrillo, so there was no getting around the fact he was being a giant fucking hypocrite.

Still, his curiosity had the habit of getting the better of him, which was why he was striding down the corridor towards Carrillo’s office before he could stop himself.

Fuck knows what he was expecting to find in the middle of the day when anyone could have walked in on them if his suspicions had been right. And yet the reality still caught him off guard as he threw open the door.

“Don’t you ever knock, Murphy?” Carrillo looked up with a face like thunder from the vast array of reports, maps and files scattered across his desk.

Steve glossed over Carrillo as if he was just a minor footnote and scanned around the room, darting to the space behind the door and underneath the desk.

“Looking for something? Or someone?” The disdain dripped off Carrillo's words as he pushed his chair back to stand up, leaning forwards across the desk, his robust arms bearing the brunt of his weight.

Steve scoffed as he moved closer, placing his own arms on the other side of the desk and mimicking Carrillo’s stance in return. Because he was just feeling that fucking petty, apparently.

“If you must know, Javi didn’t show up for work today. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” His voice rumbled low and deep as he showed no respect for Carrillo’s space, the sharp scent of tobacco circling the two of them now that they were in close proximity.

“Why would I? I’m not his keeper. And you’re the one who lives in the same building as him. Shouldn’t you know where your own partner is?”

“Surely you of all people know Javi’s not the type to be kept by anyone. But he should’ve checked in by now.”

“Well, I don’t know where he is. I haven’t seen much of him since…” Since we were all in this very room together with the blinds drawn and the door locked was what Carrillo couldn’t bring himself to say. It was one thing to have let it happen here in the first place; it was quite another to talk about it in the cold light of day.

He glanced at the chair Steve had pushed to one side when he’d begun this hostile act of provocation. The chair that Steve had sat in whilst being serviced by Javi and whilst servicing him.

His eyes flickered over Steve's features for a second before clearing his throat and drawing a line under that dangerous train of thought. “Have you tried Messina?”

“Not yet. I wanted to ask around first before raising the alarm. If - if something has happened, sending an overblown rescue mission courtesy of Uncle Sam might scare someone into doing something stupid.”

Steve could hardly believe what was coming out of his mouth. To talk in such extreme terms when it could all be for nothing felt like a betrayal. But these were volatile times in Colombia. And although American federal agents enjoyed certain privileges not available to local law enforcement, anything was possible.

Carrillo was quiet for a moment, his jaw rigid until he nodded, mildly irritated to find Steve's reasoning sound. “Makes sense. I’ll speak to some of my men, see if they’ve heard anything on the ground. Come find me if he hasn’t shown up by 5.”

Part of Steve wanted to argue that they should be out there looking for him now, not sat twiddling their thumbs for a few hours on the off-chance Javi might saunter through the door. But the more objective part of him knew Carrillo was right. No matter his personal feelings towards the man – and there was a giant question mark over what those actually were – he knew his tactical judgement was solid.

So instead, he nodded, their gaze heavy on each other in an unspoken truce that they would have to trust each other on this one.

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After a torturous afternoon in which Steve could barely concentrate on anything, 5pm came and went with no sign of Javi. Messina had been asking questions, and he managed to fob her off with a vague cover story involving an informant, for now at least.

He steeled himself for another encounter with Carrillo, this time knocking and figuring he would at least try to be the bigger person given the circumstances.

Upon opening the door, he was unnerved to find Carrillo sitting at his desk with an ashtray full of cigarettes in front of him. There was a glass of whiskey in one hand whilst the fingers on his other pinched and massaged the bridge of his nose.

“Still no sign of him. I asked around the other departments – discreetly - and no one’s heard anything either,” Steve reported as he closed the door behind him.

“Neither have my men. Nothing from our usual contacts, nothing from the brothels or his favourite bars.”

“So, now what?”

Carrillo downed the remnants of his drink and picked up a half-finished cigarette from the ashtray before he spoke again. “Now, we do things my way.”

“Your way, huh?”

“Yes. Think you can handle it?”

If Steve didn’t know any better, he would say Carrillo was eyeing him with the same look he’d shot at him that night. There was no doubting it was a challenge.

Steve laughed and shook his head at the same time. He leaned down to Carrillo, close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath. “You already know I can, and one day, you’re gonna have to just accept it.”

Before he even thought about what he was doing, he took the cigarette from Carrillo’s fingers, making a show of clamping his lips around the tip in the exact spot where Carrillo’s own had just been. His exhale was slow and deliberate, causing wisps of smoke to ghost across Carrillo’s face.

Carrillo gave no response, but his stoicism was betrayed by the brief bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed thickly.

The faintest trace of a smirk danced over Steve’s face at his brazen antics having the desired effect. He reached for the ashtray to stub out the cigarette, a familiar darkness flashing across the steel blue of his pupils. “Where do we start?”

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They waited until the sun had set over Medellín, allowing them to move unseen amongst the shadows of the deserted side streets. Carrillo knew the comunas like the back of his hand, but even he couldn’t ignore the vulnerability of the leader of Search Bloc venturing out with his only backup being a DEA agent who stuck out like a sore thumb. A DEA agent who looked to him for answers he wasn’t confident they would get tonight, although he couldn’t bring himself to admit that to Murphy.

The leads they had were tenuous at best. His men weren’t pushovers, so if no one had confessed anything already, he doubted they would now. But he had to do something. Anything to distract himself from thinking the worst.

It was why he didn’t feel remorse when he yanked back the head of a low-level sicario they’d picked up downtown, pressing the muzzle of his gun into the dimple of the man’s chin.

Nor did he regret pulling the knife out of his back pocket and flicking it open millimetres from the second sicario’s face before scoring the blade across his jugular and issuing quiet threats to his ear.

Neither man gave them anything useful, but it had taken the edge off, even if just for a while, and it was worth a shot.

So far, Steve had remained passive but curious, watching Carrillo closer than ever. In the past, he hadn’t stuck around long enough to witness Carrillo in full flow, but this time he couldn’t drag his eyes away. It was disturbing yet mesmerising, horrifying yet alluring in a fucked-up way that he didn’t fully understand and was quite sure he didn’t want to, either.

By the fifth person they accosted, Steve took the lead, seizing him by the throat and squeezing with one hand. He jabbed the tip of his gun into the sicario’s forehead with such force it branded a perfect circle on his skin.

“Yo soy tu patrón. ¿Sí?” Steve asked again and again. He continued until his victim was a nodding, whimpering wreck who soon scarpered once he gathered himself up off the floor where Steve had thrown him.

Now it was Carrillo’s turn to be enthralled. His pupils dilated from watching Steve’s wild gaze pop against the half-light of the alleyway as his grip tightened around the man’s throat and his gun. He’d never seen Steve handle a gun like this, and Carrillo realised it wasn’t dissimilar to how he wielded his knife.

He was even mildly impressed Steve had the balls to threaten someone in Spanish, rather than get him to do the dirty work. He had heard stories from Javier and caught glimpses of it now and then, but he had never witnessed Steve so ruthless.

He understood, though. They both had a shared interest in this. They both had more to lose than they wanted to admit. And they were no closer to finding him. A fact that Carrillo was rapidly losing patience with, and he knew the perfect person to take out his frustrations on.

“What the fuck was that?” Carrillo finally spoke, his tone scathing.

“Oh, I get it. It’s okay when you do it, but not me?”

“I meant the choking. How do you expect him to talk if you cut off his air supply?”

“Oh, come on, he knew jack shit anyway. This was a fuckin’ waste of time! I thought you said you had a plan?”

“I thought you gringos always came to the rescue. Isn’t that why you’re here? So we can all bow down to what hot shit you are?” Carrillo had had enough of this and reached for his lighter and a fresh cigarette from his pocket.

However, before he could ignite it, he felt a heavy weight on his chest as he was thrown back against the wall behind him.

During moments like this, Steve’s height advantage came into its own. He towered over Carrillo, effectively pinning him in place with one hand fisted in his shirt and the other braced on the brick beside his head.

A charged silence hung between them, only their laboured breathing reverberating off the wall as they stared each other down, foreheads almost touching. Their chests rose and fell in unison, each exhale reducing the gap between them whilst increasing their shared body heat.

Carrillo carried more muscle, but Steve was surprisingly strong and made light work of caging Carrillo in like this. Compressing whatever tension they had let loose into such a small space, it was liable to explode at any minute.

“In case you needed reminding, one of those gringos is Javi. And I’ve already lost one partner, I ain’t losin’ another.” Steve’s voice was barely more than a hiss out of the side of his mouth as he pressed his weight harder against Carrillo to emphasise his point.

Despite being outdoors, the atmosphere was oppressive, and Carrillo needed space to get some air. He used the extra momentum from Steve to propel himself forwards, one hand clutching the front of Steve’s shirt, the other reaching into his own back pocket.

Before Steve knew what was happening, they had switched places, his head roughly making contact with the wall. He grunted as though the wind had been knocked out of him, barely having time to adjust when he caught a glint of light in his peripheral vision.

Carrillo’s right elbow was now pinned just below Steve’s left shoulder, and he held his knife a few millimetres away from Steve’s throat.

“You think losing one partner is bad? Try losing a dozen. And they didn’t have the protection you have despite this being their country. So, I’d tread very carefully if I were you, Murphy.” Carrillo spat his words against the shell of Steve’s ear, his elbow crushing against its target until he heard a wince.

It hit a raw nerve for both of them and went part way to explaining why they had gone off the deep end over Javi. Steve more so than Carrillo, because Carrillo had been here too many times before.

“And in case you needed reminding, I’ve known Peña a lot longer than you have, so spare me the sermon,” Carrillo continued after Steve had let him have that one unchallenged.

He was on the cusp of saying he knew Javier better too but caught himself just in time. Because he didn’t even know if that was true anymore, and that was a thought he wasn’t prepared to examine just yet.

For a long moment, they remained locked in a stand-off, neither wanting to be the first to break eye contact or back down. Carrillo’s hands were as steady as a rock whilst Steve struggled to keep the tremors out of his breaths. His throat was dry, and his palms were sweaty, one clenched in a fist by his side and the other still inexplicably grasping at Carrillo’s shirt.

Carrillo’s charcoal irises stormed in their dimly lit surroundings, and Steve had seen that look before: when Carrillo discovered Steve and Javi outside the bathroom that night.

Despite how dicey his current position was, Steve couldn’t stop the smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “And yet you couldn’t keep him satisfied.”

No sooner had Steve spoken than he felt a sharp, ice-cold pressure at the base of his throat. It wasn’t remotely enough to break the skin, but the fact one false move from either of them could swiftly change that was almost enough to trigger Steve’s fight-or-flight response.

He concentrated on keeping stock still, willing his heart rate to even out and trying to aggressively ignore whatever the hell was going on in his jeans.

“If you’re not careful, that big mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble again, Murphy.” Carrillo’s low rasp dripped like venom fused with honey as he lightly dragged the blade across Steve’s skin.

Steve had hit another sore point, it seemed. Carrillo should have seen it coming that night once Peña went after Murphy. He never did ask about the logistics of what went on between them, but having now seen Murphy in a new light, he could hazard a guess.

He wasn’t naïve enough to think Peña had never been with other men; however, it still rankled regardless, even when it shouldn’t. But he meant what he said in the corridor as well. He wanted to see Peña’s face when he was fucking or being fucked by someone else. He wanted to know exactly what it was Murphy could give Peña that he couldn’t. And if he was honest, part of him wanted to put Murphy in his place once and for all. But their current situation was a start, at least.

Just one swipe from left to right across his neck was all it took to elicit a half-gasp, half-groan from Steve. His body visibly trembled, and his fist scooped up more of Carrillo’s shirt to tether himself. As soon as the sound escaped his lips, he regretted it, knowing Carrillo now had him exactly where he wanted him. And he couldn’t be having that.

“Is that a promise or a threat?” A retort that would have hit closer to its mark if Steve wasn’t practically panting, confirming in an instant what Carrillo had suspected all evening about the blue-eyed all-American boy’s darkest desires.

The fine edge of the knife grazed feather-light back and forth and up and down with precision, Carrillo expertly applying the perfect amount of force so as not to go too far.

He brought the blade up to Steve’s cheek and traced the flat surface of it delicately along his bottom lip. “Whichever shuts you up quickest.”

Carrillo held the knife still in place and pressed it ever so slightly until Steve took the hint and parted his mouth.

Steve’s lips subtly caressed the weapon as though he was hypnotised, following Carrillo’s instructions without blinking or hesitating.

“Good boy.” The words of affirmation had barely left Carrillo’s throat when he felt their immediate effect throbbing against him where their bodies connected. Of course. Given how much Steve had desperately craved Carrillo’s approval ever since he arrived in Colombia, it was hardly a surprise, and Carrillo filed that one away for the time being.

With every challenge each man laid down, the other immediately picked up the gauntlet and escalated it further. A twisted game of one-upmanship that they would never admit they were playing with each other, but one they couldn’t resist.

Carrillo caught a flash of tongue swiping along the blade and had to swallow a groan. He supposed he deserved that after his last manoeuvre. His own lips were now only a hair’s breadth from the knife, the scent of faded aftershave and cigarettes engulfing their senses as they stood on the precipice of something unfathomable, addictive and dangerous.

But then, without warning, Carrillo abruptly withdrew as though he’d been scalded, snapping the blade of his knife shut and backing away from Steve. A moment of sobering clarity that they had gone too far and had more pressing matters to deal with.

“We’re done here. We’ll head back to Bogotá and try his apartment just in case there’s anything we’re missing.” Carrillo’s orders were delivered as though he was leading a run-of-the-mill field op, and whatever the two of them had been a party to was over as quickly as it started.

The mention of Javi’s apartment also flicked a switch in Steve’s brain, his gut lurching at the memory of why they were here in the first place.

He cleared his throat and tried to regain some composure, although his limbs felt boneless, and his pulse raced in his ears. “Er right, yeah. Sure. Sounds like a plan.”

They didn’t have time for this, whatever the fuck this even was. A question they were both more than happy to leave to one side as they exited the alley and made their way back to Carlos Holguín in awkward silence.