#having this dynamic where you're both having fun until you're suddenly not and you don't know how to reconcile that

[skitskatdacat63]

I neeed to know the Elbow Room details for the ask game 🙂‍↕️

Ask me about my wip folder !

Hehehe why Connor, thank you so much for asking!!!! Well first of all I'm going to restate my reply to you(cause I think its actually very apt djjfkg), that the title is "referencing both physical space to move around in but also the autonomy/freedom to do what you want, which is basically the premise of the fic."

A boy king au fic in which Fernando's constantly frustrated, both internally and outwardly, about his lack of autonomy in his situation, about his position, in his view, as Seb's kept little wife/king. This comes to a head when he ends up finally crossing a line with Seb, which he had thought was impossible. He pushes Seb away all the time and always makes rude comments, but Seb is seemingly never bothered or turned off by it, so he never considered the possibility that he COULD cross a line. Seb is very touchy-feely, the kind of person with no concept of personal space, not giving Fernando any elbow room as you can see in this excerpt:

Fernando's so constantly caught up in own despair and frustration, that he takes Seb's affection and typically unbothered nature for granted, so when it actually goes away, he suddenly realizes how much he was actually fond of it !!! So yeah :) that's the gist. King Fernando suddenly realizing the space in his life that he has unknowingly let and accepted Seb into, and how empty it is when that space is not being filled

[velarisnightsky444]

You're Mine*

Azriel x RhysandSister!OC

AN: This is from my Stargirl fic. OC is Rhysand's sister. When I published this chapter on Wattpad, someone put the 'holy water' sticker on every other sentence, so do with that information what you will.

CW: Intercourse, d/s dynamics, fingering, oral, biting.

Word Count: 1.5k

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Azriel's bedroom in the House was much different than the bare room of the town house. This was had a canopy bed with deep blue sheets. The walls were the same shade, and unlike most rooms in the House, there were no windows.

He went over to the bed, and I watched as he pulled two knives out from under the blue pillows, placing them on his nightstand.

"Just to be safe," he explained to me.

I snorted, thinking how unfortunate it would've been to be impaled by one of those while I slept, or during sex.

I wondered where else he had hidden weapons. The only mess I could find in the entire room was an unorganized pile of paperwork on his ebony desk.

He turned back to me, his shadows clinging to him. The deep lust in his eyes only sparked arousal through me.

"Now that we've spoken of boundaries . . . " I began, too embarrassed to ask. He neared me, lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"You'll tell me when you don't like something," he instructed. "And if you need me to stop anything, you tug on the bond. Understood?" I nodded. "I need words, princess."

"Understood," I whispered, breath hitching.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into," he smirked.

He waved his hand, and my clothes were gone. I squealed, my breasts peaking against the cold.

"If it's too much for you, just let me know," he reminded me.

"No, it's fine," I promised, shivering against the air. "It just caught me off guard."

He grinned again as something appeared in his hand. A shadow wrapped around my wrists, lifting my hands above my head. I tried to tug them down, but I couldn't.

Azriel took the ribbon in his hand and wrapped it around my head, tying it so I was blindfolded.

Two shadows swirled around me, holding me in place with the other keeping my hands above my head. My wings flared as I tried to get away, but my attempts were futile. Azriel stood behind me, his scarred hands moving down my body. I whimpered and bit my lip.

"Can you be a good girl?" he asked darkly. I nodded desperately. "Words, darling."

"Yes, yes, I can," I promised.

"Yes, sir," he corrected.

I blushed and kept my mouth shut. He pinched my peaked nipple in his fingers until I squeaked from the pain.

"Yes, sir," I finally blurted.

I groaned as his lips moved to my neck. I felt him sucking, biting, and marking me as his. And I loved it. I squealed as his hand moved between my legs while he worked on my neck.

"How else can your shadows join in the fun?" I wondered, panting.

"Oh, you want something more?"

"Maybe."

"So many options to choose from," he mused. "I could make you feel pain, pleasure, or both. What do you want?"

"I want it all," I begged. "Please, Az. I want the pain and the pleasure."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he wondered.

"I want it," I insisted, only wanting his hand between my legs again. "I trust you."

"Tug on the bond when it's too much. When you've reached your limit."

"I will," I promised him.

His lips moved to my neck. He pressed his mouth against the soft skin and bit down, his teeth sinking in. He tugged at my hair to give him further access. I whimpered but didn't want him to stop.

"More," I begged, desperate as my core ached with desire.

"You like this?" he taunted. I nodded. "Words."

"Yes, sir," I gritted out.

"It seems I've already broken you," he murmured against my neck.

Suddenly, all sensation of him disappeared. I whimpered, tugging at the restraints, but he placed a scarred finger to my lips as he stepped in front of me.

"You are mine."

I let out a desperate moan as his mouth closed around my breast. I felt another sensation lower down, his shadow, messing with the bundle of nerves that gave me so much pleasure.

"Az," I whispered, wincing as he grazed his teeth against my nipple. He rolled the other between his fingers. "Want your mouth, please."

"Such a good job asking what you want," he praised, sinking to his knees.

Two of his shadows replaced where he had been, tugging and teasing at my nipples. His lips closed around my core. I let out a cry of pleasure, my head thrown back.

Two scarred fingers entered me as he sucked on the bundle of nerves that made me see stars. The texture of his scars inside of me was still one of the greatest things I'd ever felt.

I didn't care how loud my moans were--it felt too good. Besides, Rhys was the only ones staying here tonight, and he was likely still in the dining room.

The way he curled his fingers inside of me was perfect. Nobody had ever known my body so well.

"Fuck," I whimpered, trying my best to fight the overstimulation. But his shadows held me tight. His fingers hit a spot that made me scream. "Oh, Gods! Gods, I'm gonna--"

"Ask permission," he spoke against my core.

"Please, please, may I?" I begged.

"You may," he granted.

I came with an undignified moan, seeing starlight against the blindfold. My legs were shaking so badly that he had to use his free hand to steady them.

I panted as his shadows released me. My arms were sore as I brought them back to my sides. Az scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

He removed my blindfold and immediately kissed me. I could taste my release on his tongue, which only made me more aroused.

He flipped us around so that I was on top. Feeling a bit more in control, I ran my closed hand up and down his shaft, making sure he was ready.

I raised my hips, and slowly--so slowly--lowered myself onto his cock. I let out a harsh breath, the stretch still so painful. Once I was able to sit, I took a few seconds to let myself get used to the fit.

"Do you want it gentle or hard?" he asked me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.

"You can be rough with me," I decided.

"Are you sure?" he clarified, quirking a brow.

"Yes, please," I begged, grinding my hips against him to spur him on.

The smirk on his face almost made me regret my words. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into the skin, and forced me up and down on his cock. I cried out at the addicting pain.

He rolled us over, so that he was on top again. Once we'd adjusted to the new position, he began drilling into me again, absolutely relentless.

"Please, please, please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

He took one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. I moaned at the new angle, tears forming in my eyes as he found a spot that made me scream.

"Oh, does that feel good?" he teased me. I nodded through my sobs, unable to form words. "Words, Princess."

"Y-Yes," I managed. A warning glance made me realize my mistake. "Yes, sir."

One of his hands closed around my throat, just enough to cause slight discomfort. I groaned as he took his thumb and began to stroke my lower lip while still choking me.

His shadows began abusing my clit and nipples, and I shrieked at the overstimulation. My moans grew louder as I sobbed and squirmed beneath him, absolutely lost in the pleasure.

A coil tightened in my stomach, a burning desire unlike any I'd felt before. He took his free hand and ran a finger down the tendon of my wing. I gasped, squirming against him and the shadows.

"Too much," I moaned.

He was pounding into me, his shadows playing with my clit and nipples, his hand around my neck, stroking my wings. I'd never experienced overstimulation like it before.

"You can handle it, darling," he promised. "Just tug on the bond if you really need me to stop."

I nodded, resting my head back and letting him do all the work. His shadows began to work harder and I realized how close I was.

"Holy shit," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Gods, can I cum, please?"

"How bad do you want it?" he grunted.

"So badly, please," I sobbed, the coil dangerously close to snapping. "Please, Az." One of his shadows, probably Nisha, nipped my clit. "Ow! Sir, I mean sir."

"Give it another minute," he decided.

I whined, but obeyed. His shadows slowed down so I wouldn't lose control, or maybe that was my punishment for whining.

Azriel's eyes shut tight, a grunt leaving his lips. It was my sign that he was close.

"We'll cum together, okay?" he offered. I nodded desperately.

He released into me with a groan as I moaned and came hard on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as he continued to stroke my wings through it.

When I finally came down from my high, his shadows released me and he pulled out. I felt his release combined with mine dripping down my thighs.

I couldn't move. My eyelids fluttered and my core was sore and dripping. I let out a satisfied sigh as Az lay next to me. I curled up at his side.

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Azriel Taglist: @serxndipity-ipity-blog @panther-girl-124 @tangled-sun @hawke1917

General Taglist: @lilah-asteria @andreperez11 @isnotwhatyourethinking

Comment to be added to the Azriel and General Taglists!

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[bloody-cupcakes]

Yandere/dark! Chuck Bass and yandere/dark! Blair Waldorf x reader; they remind you just who you belong to after you're flirted with at a party

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, threesome-ish, car (limo) sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom Chuck and Blair/sub reader), fingering (not specified whether it's vaginal or anal since the reader is gn), hickeys/marking kink, light praise kink

A/N: I really need to write more poly stuff for this blog tbh

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There you were, standing in the centerfold of the party in all your Upper East Sider glory. Everyone else might've been focused on Chuck and Blair, the power couple of the century, but they only had eyes for you.

It was the first time they'd made a public debut at an event like this since your relationship with them was publicized, and they were desperate to keep an eye on you and make sure no one would be there to make an attempt at stealing you away. Not that they didn't trust you to be loyal, but you were far too nice for your own good and didn't always know when to set boundaries with certain people.

Take now, for instance. Blair had taken her eye off of you for one second and suddenly looked back to see Georgina Sparks of all people trying to sink her claws into you. To say you seemed a bit out of your depth was an understatement.

"Chuck," the brunette hissed out as she snapped her fingers to get his attention, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him off to the side. "Look."

He'd been a bit confused as to what was going on until she directed his attention towards where you were standing. It had taken Georgina all of five minutes (or less) to get you pinned against a corner, one of her hands placed on the wall behind you in an effort to make you feel trapped in.

His gaze darkened immediately, glowering in a way that matched how his girlfriend felt almost perfectly. "That bitch," he snarled under his breath, looking ready to rip her throat out at any given opportunity. If you hadn't been currently caught in the crossfire, he had no doubt Blair would let him.

"Come on," she commanded once he'd been shown what and where the problem was. "We need to go rescue our little pet from the Wicked Witch of the Upper East Side before she decides to turn them into her own personal flying monkey."

The two of them made their way forward immediately, Blair's heels clacking loudly on the floor as she marched over while Chuck stalked quietly behind her. "Just what do you think you're doing?" She demanded once reaching where Georgina still had you trapped against the wall.

A wave of relief washed over you the moment you saw your two partners approach, feeling incredibly thankful that you wouldn't have to deal with Georgina by yourself for much longer. While she was distracted by Blair, you managed to slip past her and slink away over to where Chuck was, seeking his protection and comfort.

He wrapped an arm around your waist immediately, pulling you in close. You pressed yourself against him, almost as though you were trying to sink your body into his as a way to hide.

"What, I'm not allowed to have a bit of fun every now and then?" Georgina replied before taking a lazy sip of her champagne glass, appearing unbothered. "They certainly seemed into it," she added while pointing to you.

Blair let out a scoff of offense and Chuck's arm tightened its grip on your body, neither one of them amused by her response in the slightest. "I don't want to ever see you near them again, do you hear me?"

While Blair spoke to Georgina, you turned your head away and pressed your face into Chuck's shoulder, clearly just as upset over the situation as they were. They both knew that you tended to get clingy at times, especially when someone else dared to fraternize with you in a way that went beyond a mere cordial conversation.

"I wanna go home," you mumbled just loud enough for him to be able to hear, your hands gently clutching at his suit as a way to help ground yourself.

"I know you do, baby. We're going right now," he gently reassured while rubbing your waist in a comforting manner, leaning in to press a light kiss to the top of your head.

After having successfully chewed Georgina out for her overstepping when it came to your personal space, Blair turned back in your direction, softening her gaze somewhat when she saw you. "Come on, sweetheart. We can go now."

The two of them led you out of the party, one on either side of you so nobody else would think it was okay to come bother you. Once you got outside, Chuck opened the door of the limo and Blair helped you get in, your body sandwiched snuggly between theirs as the limo began to drive away.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry she messed with you," Blair cooed in a soft and sympathetic tone as she placed her hand on top of yours and gave your face a gentle kiss. "You're ours, nobody else's, got it?"

You nodded your head in understanding at her words, letting out a slight gasp when you felt Chuck's hand begin to move between your thighs. "Of course. Only yours, nobody else's."

"Good pet," he muttered next to your ear before brushing his lips along your jaw. "We're going to show you just how much you belong to us. Is that alright, sweet thing?"

A shiver of arousal went down your spine at his words, his voice smooth and deep like a glass of whiskey. "Y- Yeah, it's alright. It's more than alright."

He let out a hum in response to your words as his hands moved to help you remove the bottom half of your clothing, Blair leaving behind a trail of kisses on your neck as he did so. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh of content, a breathy moan being pulled from your lips when you felt Chuck's fingers plunge deep inside your aching and needy hole.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as he thrusted them in and out in a slow and methodical approach while Blair continued to lavish you with kiss upon kiss. They both spoke loving words of praise as they pleasured you, your girlfriend resting her hands on your thighs in order to help keep them open so your boyfriend could continue to finger you without having to worry about your legs closing around his hand.

Their mouths both remained on your neck, your head tilting back on instinct as they kissed and nipped and sucked, covering the previously unblemished skin with dark purple marks. Your desperate noises filled up the back of the limo, whiny pants and moans escaping from you with each touch, with each kiss, with each word of praise.

It wasn't very long before you reached your peak, your back arching and your toes curling as you felt the tightly wound coil inside you snap, a wave of intense pleasure washing over you. They used a spare towel kept in the backseat for moments like this to help clean you up, Blair telling you just how proud of you she was while Chuck held you in a comforting embrace, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

You ended up dozing off in the backseat on the ride home, which was perfectly fine with them as they had more private matters to discuss anyway, namely what was going to be done about Georgina. If you thought they were just going to let something like this go, then you'd be sorely mistaken. They'd find a way to get payback on her soon enough, but for now they were just content to watch you sleep.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy

I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.

And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)

Omg you're so sweet for this 😭 Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance 🤧

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

Plus a little Rosie X Reader

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul

Description: ☝️⬆️

You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??

Alastor, that's who, you dummy

To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash

Bullshit bullshit bullshit

He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him

If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet

Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?

So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident

He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him

Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup

"How is it~?"

"Delightful."

He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets

You're so clumsy

You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-

No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks

You're no fun

The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back

You don't even make the punishments fun for him

He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe

Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it

Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles

By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature

After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened

And then you two laugh about Vox

And then you two laugh about how your opponent died

Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks

There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime

Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else

Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences

But this is so much worse

They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet

You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse

The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down

"Alright! Hold it!"

Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop

But the owner is so sleazy!!!

No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs

She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way

Wtf is wrong with you two

She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be

She finds it adorable

You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path

Oh and sweet Rosie is there too

Holding the leashes for you two

You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals

Or at the very least, friends 🧡

Maybe you've earned your soul back

Nah, keep it

This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!

[xannytranny]

Challengers AU

Summary: You felt like you were on top of the world. Suddenly, it felt like your world flipped upside down. Torn between love for your sport and choosing the love of your life, you don't know what's up or down. AKA, a Challengers-esque AU but with basketball instead of tennis. 

Part 1

Pairings: You x OC; eventual You x Paige x Caitlin

Warnings: None (?), swearing, slightly toxic dynamics (?)

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Second Person POV

Life was great. Your team won last year's NCAA championship, and against all odds, you guys were headed into this year's Sweet Sixteen. 

Life was great. You're going into your senior year, your last year of playing with your favorite people. You've gotten close to all the girls on the team, and they've essentially become your sisters. You're favorite, above all, was your girlfriend, Mackenzie. 

Life was great, and it was about to get even better. You and Mackenzie were talking to several WBNA, and both of you were slated to be within the top five picks. You guys may end up across the country from each other, but you'd make it work because this was your dream.

Life was great. So why the hell did it feel like a lie every time you said it?

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First Person POV

I hop around lightly, bopping my head to the music blaring from my earbuds. I shake out my arms, pulling them across my chest to stretch. I sat on the locker room bench, dropping my head and closing my eyes to focus on breathing. I could feel a presence sitting next to me, but I ignored them until I finished my exercises. 

I open my eyes and pull out my earbuds, looking toward the new presence. When I see it's Mackenzie, I smile slightly, "Hey you."

"You alright?" She asks, nudging our knees together. 

I soften, nodding, "Just nervous, I guess." I shrug. 

Mackenzie scoffs, "Unlike me, this isn't your first Team US selection." Her tone sounds joking, but it still has that underlying bitterness I've come to associate with our conversations. I ignore it and shrug.

"Selection doesn't mean anything if you can't bring home a win," I tell her, frowning. 

"Would you relax? This is only for gold medals and participation trophies." She snaps at me. 

I roll my eyes, standing. "Can you just leave? I need to focus."

Mackenzie scoffs and turns to leave, mumbling under her breath. I ignore her, which seems to be a theme these days, and return to stretching. I stay like that until Coach comes to collect us. I don't acknowledge Mackenzie as we begin walking toward the tunnel, my mind only on the game that's about to happen. 

I jog out of the tunnel when I hear my name called. I wave to the crowds in the stands, then run down the line, slapping hands with my teammates. I join the line, greeting the rest of my teammates. Once the introductions are finished, I get into position for tip-off. 

Tying my hair back and getting low, I watch intently as the ref tosses the ball into the air. I grin as the ball is batted in my direction, catching it and taking off toward the basket. 

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 Third Person POV

Caitlin and Paige sat side by side, watching the game. When they heard you were selected for the team, they knew they had to get tickets. You were everything they wanted to be as a basketball player, not to mention you were fucking hot. 

"Dude fucking look at her go," Paige nudged Caitlin, pointing toward where you just made a tough layup. 

Caitlin nudged her back, "I see her," She mumbled, not taking her eyes off you. 

In fact, neither one of them had taken their eyes off you since you came out of the tunnel. You were magnetic, electric, and just plain fun to watch. The entire stadium seemed to roar for you, and you basked in the attention readily, sending winks and kisses into the crowd. 

Only one thought was going through their mind as they watched you: I have to have her.

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Alright, so this is the intro to the fic I posted about yesterday. Let me know what you guys are thinking.

[tartagliove]

I want to know more about the fox Childe and bunny Reader fic please 🥺 The Zhongli/Reader one as well

hiii Em!! I'm SO glad you asked hehe I'm very excited to talk a bit about this fic!

both fics take place in the same shapeshifter au where anyone with a vision also can shapeshift into an animal!

fox! Childe x bunny! Reader

Reader works for Yelan and helps to gather information (being a bunny can be pretty useful for that) when you are caught spying on the Fatui by Childe!

he can't let you share what you've heard, so he captures you (after an intense chase scene hehe)

he ends up bringing you back to where he's staying at the Northland Bank and decides to keep you captive until after the Fatui plans happen. all the Fatui are o.o at Childe walking in with a rabbit under his arm but they're not going to say a thing about the 11th Harbinger suddenly wanting to keep a pet because they'd like to keep their heads, thank you

anyway you start to find that Childe is growing on you the longer you spend in his presence and learn about him. (featuring a visit from Teucer!)

eventually you escape for good and return to your regular job, working at Yelan's teahouse, when suddenly Childe starts stopping by for tea and nearly gives you a heart attack the first time he shows up

I don't want to spoil too much about the reveal but!! some random hints about what I want to include throughout the fic: Reader gets a ribbon collar from Childe, a second intense chase scene, two visits to Bubu Pharmacy and an appearance from Qiqi, Childe in a half-transformed state with fox ears and claws and a tail, and some biting (not necessarily in that order)

dragon! Zhongli x cat! Reader

I don't have very concrete ideas for this yet, but:

thinking of a foreign Reader who arrives in Liyue who doesn't know much about all that went down with the Geo archon

Reader decides to explore the stone forest (perhaps you're an adventurer and your commissions take you there?) when you stumble across a dragon napping on one of the mountain peaks and ngl he looks pretty comfortable and it's sunny out, so you take a break and join him on a nearby rock

once you're back in Liyue you start running into Zhongli and then suddenly on your commissions to remote places, more often then not you'll find a dragon already there napping

and that's about it!

I am sooooo excited for the fox! Childe x bunny! Reader dynamic augh it has already been fun to write thus far and I can't wait to write more of it. once I make more progress I might share some snippets hehe. and if anyone has any questions or would like me to expand on things, feel free to let me know! c:

[neptunescore]

Please elaborate on carlandoscar.. I would love to hear your thoughts and I want to be convinced

Hello nonnie<3

God I have so much to say, like their dynamics just make so much sense??

First of all, just the absolute poetry that is their current stages of life. I don't know if that's the sentence you'd use to explain it, but. just listen:

Oscar- what might be

Lando- what is / what could be

Carlos- what could've been

Bc isn't that what they are.

We all know Oscar is championship material; he's got the mentality, and his racecraft and understanding of the car just gets better, especially considering the fact that it's literally his second year in F1.

Lando is the one who is, right now. He very nearly got his first championship this year, and he's just getting better. I've also written 'could be' mostly bc of the fact he still isn't a champion yet, but even with all my mclaren haterism, I do know it's a very realistic possibility.

Carlos, on the other hand, is all spent potential. Not necessarily wasted potential, bc I do feel he made a name for himself, but he's spent all his potential in teams that never gave him a proper chance to compete. Like with Renault and Mclaren it was the car, and with Ferrari it was the car AND the team's clear show of favour (not said in like a bad way, more so in a sad way). And obv torro rosso was smthng else.

So, just. The combination of these 3 different stages is so compelling to me.

Next, we have their relationships with each other.

With Lando and Carlos and all their history, as well as them still being so close with each other, while Oscar and Carlos are always making snide remarks about one another. Except. Then you have Carlos calling them 'magnets' and Oscar only speaking up when Carlos does smthng small on track, and suddenly. They're giving each other fist bumps. They're smiling at each other when their eyes lock. They're following each other on instagram. And they're talking.

And ofc, you also just have Lando and Oscar. Lando, who will take any chance he has to tease Oscar. And Oscar, who will keel over and die with laughter at anything remotely funny, Lando says. Lando, who gave oscar his Sprint win without even being asked. Oscar, who's followed team orders with no complaints to make sure Lando stayed in championship contention.

They're just so perfectly intertwined.

Now, on to my more rpf thoughts.

I honestly fully believe that while Lando and Carlos have been friends for much longer, Oscar and Carlos would get together first. I can totally see both of them being forcefully/coincidentally put into situations where there is no choice but for them to talk. Over time, I think they just start to enjoy it. Like first, they feel genuine irritation with each other over their stupid arguments. Now, they're having fun. They like getting on to each others nerves. It becomes a sort of game.

This just keeps happening until one day they take it too far, stumble into uncharted territory, then stumble into each other, and then just stumble into bed together. Come morning, Oscar is waking up to the smell of freshly made pancakes, and him and Carlos are arguing about toppings and, well. It just feels natural. It clicks. They're together now, and neither of them even has to say it bc the other one just knows.

Lando is much more complicated. Honestly, I think he'd have a whole crisis about it. First, he'd go thru the 'wait, am I G-A-Y???' breakdown during his F2 years. Then, he'd go thru the 'ohmygod I LIKE CARLOS?!?' breakdown midway thru their second year together in Mclaren. And I can totally imagine him having his, 'wait why do I think Oscar is cute and why am I still not over Carlos why is this happening to me.' breakdown during the summer break after Oscar's first year.

Honestly, I've already written way too much now😭 if yall are still interested and wanna know how I think Lando gets with them just leave me an ask and I'll respond to that bc this is WAY to long. And if you're interested in their relationship/bedroom dynamics, then feel free to ask abt that too bc I have put MUCH thought behind it😭😭😭

Anyway, I hope this convinced you at least a little bit nonnie<3

[rusalkalover]

Succession Characters as Yanderes

A/N: Hey, I'm just having fun here. If this isn't your kind of content, block me! General TW for very unhealthy relationships and uneven power dynamics (obviously) as well as mentions of drugs/non-consensual drugging/drug addiction, kidnapping, and baby-trapping.

Kendall's characterization as a yandere changes with his mood. When he is in one of his manic highs, he's entirely delusional. He's convinced that you're meant to be together. Any resistance from you just means he needs to try harder to win you over. He'll be way too excessive in said attempts—overly expensive gifts and dinners at restaurants that no one can get a table in. One day you'll reminisce about this together, he's sure, laughing about those days when you were playing hard to get.

He will probably try to get you to quit your current job to join Waystar (or whatever else he is working on, depending on where he is in the timeline). If you're in school, he will want to pay for it, but he'll expect you to change your degree to something that suits that sort of business career path. He wants you next to him at all times, both so he knows that you're safe and for his own selfish enjoyment of your presence. (Something something cage door.) He will want you to move in with him as well, and if you don't want to... well, I wouldn't put it past him to use his money and political pull as a billionaire to kidnap you.

When he is low, he is more rational. He'll feel guilty about the way he has hijacked your life, tied you down with a POS such as himself. Of course, as he is Kendall, he'll make this your problem—sort of moping around near you in hopes that you've gone stockholm-syndrome enough to comfort him. I mean, he's just trying to make your life better, right?

Shiv think she's a discreet, expert chess-master. She's really not, and it probably makes it all the more disturbing to be on the receiving end of her affections. I think she probably was simply physically attracted to you at first before quickly spiraling into all-out obsession. She'll play it cool, almost cold in-person, but she's sending you texts at all hours of the day. Your coworkers are suddenly avoiding you, looking frightened. Shiv is half-fawning and half-furious, she can't decide whether she wants to have you happy and all for herself or ruin your life for making her feel this way. She's stronger than this, after all, isn't she?

I think how this will turn out will depend on your reaction. If you fall for her too, she can find an equilibrium. She needs to have someone wholly on her side, and if she feels that's you, she can handle it. She probably won't treat you right, you'll be the spoiled dog on her bed, but hey, that's better than the floor, right? (Now Shiv gets her own Greg, #feminism). But if you keep rejecting her, she will flip her lid. She'll probably settle for screwing your life over then showing up once a month to flaunt what you're missing (while secretly hoping that'll you will finally say you love her this time).

Roman is pathetic. Of course he's pathetic, what did you expect? Similar to Shiv, he'll be horrible in-person—with verbal sexual harassment turned up to eleven. Backhanded compliments will be sandwiched in-between vulgar comments. If anyone even looks at you twice, you won't know it, but suddenly about a million or two has been put aside by Rome to ruin their life. Roman isn't really able to convey his feelings, uh, normally, so all of this will build up until the dam inevitably breaks. He will probably ask you in-between phone calls or over lunch if you want to be his partner in a wayyyyy too practiced casual tone. If you say yes, you will probably get a hysterical giggle and a much more tolerable Roman in the future. If you say no, expect a "god, I can't believe you fell for that" and quite a few insults thrown your way over the rest of the day. He will ask again next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. You can take a joke, can't you?

Connor... well, you've seen the show and his relationship with Willa, right? He is going to throw money at you until you love him. He doesn't need you to love him, even, he just needs you to be by his side. And unfortunately, that is something money can buy. Like Kendall, he will gladly put you through school, if you want, any program or degree. Are your grades dropping? After a few key donations they won't be! He wants you to pursue your passions, to be happy. He'll do his best to get you started in any field. Don't want to work? He can support you! But you're going to live at his ranch, and you're going to hold him when he's sad.

Tom is pretty normal at first, almost an ideal romantic interest. He's very traditional and sweet. Stupid pet names, flowers and chocolates on all the holidays (and when you just happen to be sad!). Then, probably as stress of his work-life at Waystar begins to really take hold, his mask of normalcy begins to break apart. Once more, we have all seen the show—he wants to have a baby, whether you can have one or not. Adoption, surrogacy, there's plenty of alternatives if need be. If you can get pregnant, though, that's the option he's pushing. He cannot lose you, you have to be connected somehow no matter what happens. Oh, and if you're not married already, that's happening too, no time to waste. Suddenly, those comforting midwestern hugs of his seem a lot tighter.

Stewy is a lot of fun until he is no longer fun. While most of the Roy family have the trouble of trying to jump too quickly from Stranger -> Lover, Stewy has no problem being your friend. Honestly, more than any of the yanderes on the list, he doesn't really care about the distinction between platonic/romantic/sexual, between friend/partner/married partner. As long as he's in your life rolling his eyes at stupid people and eating good food, he's happy. Sex and/or a relationship with you is bonus.

But I digress. He'll definitely want to get you in on the pleasures of life, little hedonist that he is. All the best restaurants, all the best events. He just likes seeing you happy. Now, all this fun includes the party scene as well, he's getting you into clubs that no one has heard of. Unfortunately, I think that will lead into what will be the biggest problem with a yandere Stewy—since he won't be a kidnapping control freak like some of the others on here, he needs something to keep you dependent on him, and I think he'll turn to drugs. There will be definitely be pressure from this man to try a whole host of designer drugs, after all, everyone's doing it, even him. Yeah, don't trust him with your drink, he'll slip something in then put it in his own drink as well, calling it a fun party night for you both.

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

Rachel Leishman interview with Con O'Neill 22.11.2023

Rachel: Hi, Con. How are you?

Con: I'm very well, Rachel. How are you?

Rachel: I'm doing great. To start, so you've now joined the canon of I guess my favorite thing in TV is when people sing La Vie En Rose, because I loved when it happened in How I Met Your Mother and now it happened in Our Flag Means Death. And I was crying through both times. And so getting to kind of have those emotional moments that I didn't even care that the song didn't even exist, I was just happy it was happening. So getting to have those moments where you have those emotional kind of songs and journeys on a show that is outrageous and fun and quirky what for you as an actor is the joy of getting, you know, get to dive into something like that with a character like Izzy Hands that has had such a kind of arc, especially in Season Two.

Con: I knew he was going to go on a journey in Season Two because David had told me and I will be eternally grateful to him and his brilliant writers because they didn't make it sentimental. They didn't suddenly turn him overnight. They gave him a journey that I could work through emotionally and not feel like I was jumping ahead of myself or I was having to cheat. The song itself... had you asked me for a song for Izzy to sing, I would never, ever have picked La Vie En Rose. And now I can't think of any other song Izzy should sing. So again, that's down to David and also to all those people, my partner and Jenna, who's a friend of mine who just played PF in London, who helped me learn the French, which was excruciating for everyone involved.

Rachel: When I interviewed David, I said to him, I was like, you should be in jail for making me care so much about Izzy Hands throughout this whole season and then just put me in so much pain by the end because it was just such a beautiful arc from beginning to end this season. And I can only imagine as an actor the joy of kind of getting to dive into something that kind of rich, because...

Con: It is joyful, but it was incredibly lonely. I found myself spending a lot of time on my own, a) because a lot of the scenes are on my own, and b) if I wasn't filming, I was learning how to walk in that fucking leg, or I was sword training or I was working out or I was learning French or I was recording. It was a very solitary experience doing this season and I loved every minute of the work, but it was challenging on a whole other level that I didn't really think about until I found myself in the middle of it. And, yeah, I'm glad we did it and I'm glad we respected the character that we've created in Season One.

Rachel: And it is... I like, I really enjoyed because I think Taika's performance as Blackbeard especially. I love how kind of different it is because I'm a big fan of his work in general, but I do think it's very different from everything that I've seen from him. And I love the dynamic between Blackbeard and Izzy because that is something that I think as much as Steed and Blackbeard drive this show, without Izzy's love for Blackbeard, I don't necessarily think that relationship would be as strong as it is. And when you guys kind of have the arc you do in Season Two still cool to kind of have that final moment that we end up getting throughout in this show, for you two as actors to kind of in a comedy, get to have that emotional sobbing moment. You're comedians, but you're crying like having this kind of death scene on a beach. What is it for you two as actors and friends to kind of come to that moment where you're like, hey, we're still actors at the end of the day, but we're going to be sobbing on a beach over these two characters?

Con: You know what? I love working with Taika. I love acting with Taika. And Taika is a world renowned Oscar winning writer director actor, but he doesn't nearly get the plaudits he deserves as an actor. And the death scene in particular, I was dreading it because it's massive. And we were going to shoot it in the last week, at the start of the week, then the middle of the week, then the last day was going to be the morning of the last day. And then it ended up being the last thing we shot in the entire shop. And when you're filming something like that on the ship with hundreds of crew and the whole cast, and we're getting towards the end of the day and there's a lot of energy, and then suddenly it was just me and him. And if he hadn't given that to me, I was fucked. But he just held me in it and everything else disappeared. And we just trust the writing and we just do it. And he's a fucking awesome scene partner. There's a lot of good actors in that show, a lot of fucking great actors. But in that moment, I've never felt more collaborative and more trusted and more held than I have in probably my entire career.

Rachel: And you said collaborative. A show like this is kind of the joy of it, is that there are so many characters and it is such a collaborative show as a whole. And I think that's why fans love it as much as we do, because it's such a family unit. And for you as an actor, what is the kind of draw for you to a show like that that is so much a group of actors and comedians that are all kind of together, all on set, working as a unit?

Con: I'm a sporting actor. It's what I do. I like to work with an ensemble. It's how I do my best work. And the cast are sharp, witty, intelligent and also wonderful actors. So it's a no brainer for me. But also the show's... show is about love, and it's about queer love. And it's a show we should have been making a long time ago. It's a show that appreciates its audience and it's a show that is kind and none of our violence in our show is ever ever aimed at anyone for their gender or their sexuality. And we should be making queer of shows like this more. And that's what drew me to it. And when I saw... I was on set, when the boys in the first season, when they filmed the 'you wear fine things well' scene, and I watched it being shot and the beautiful performances and the beautiful dialogue and the way that it was being shot was exquisite. And I suddenly realized not only were we in this pirate show, but we were also in a romantic, queer love story that wasn't going to not be romantic. And I thought, there we are. That's it. That's what people are going to plug into.

Rachel: Yeah. Thank you so much for talking with me. This show means so much to me and people that I know and love. So thank you for talking with me.

Con: My pleasure.

Rachel: And I want more seasons of it. I love it so so so much.

Con: Thank you so much. Rachel.

Rachel: you have a great one.

Con: Take care. Bye bye.

[alinalioness]

Adventure under water 5 Chapter:The first problem.

Meanwhile, with heroes.

The heroes sailed with Ariel and Flounder in search of the sea kingdom.

Alina:To be honest, I'm already starting to like being half an octopus. Even though I just like being a lioness.

Fiona:I like being a mermaid myself.

Dynamic Dolphin:And when I look at my tail instead of my legs, I feel like I'm completely a dolphin.

Ariel:It's so great to spend time with you.

SpongeBob:By the way, what are you doing at the castle?

Ariel:Nothing special, except that we are hosting a concert for the people of our kingdom.

Alina:With songs?

Ariel:Yes, with songs. This is our favorite.

The heroes noticed how they were already far from the resort and decided to take a break.

Carlin:I suggest you get some rest and hit the road.

Everyone stopped, so some decided to just sit down or lie down.

Katya:Will it be a long trip?

Alina:Who knows? After all, her house is very far away.

Krash:I wonder if I can jump like a dolphin? (Came out of the water performing a dolphin trick and into the water) Cool.

Meanwhile, with eels.

The eels in the distance saw Krash descending to the heroes.

Eel No.1:Here they are.

Eel No.2:And how do we lure them in?

The first eel noticed a great white shark, which she was swimming and looking for food. (If anything, these sharks can't stop because they're going to die.)

Eels:I have an idea.

Meanwhile, with heroes.

The heroes were still resting and talking to each other.

Iben:If we had our own bracelets, I would have fun in the water with my husband and my children.

Ariel:Do you have children?

Iben:Yes. And some of my friends have it too.

Flounder:I can't imagine how interesting it will be to spend time with them.

Haoyu was lying on a rock and looking at the sky. He couldn't imagine it when he was in the water. Until Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass came up to him.

Leo:Well how?

Haoyu:(Sat down) Everything is fine, why?

Emma:It's just that you haven't thought about Fiona? She's having fun with the fish right now.

Haoyu looked at Fiona, where she was stroking one of the various harmless fish.

Haoyu:Well, when I talked to her, everything was fine. I was still afraid to admit it, though.

Cass:To be honest, I noticed that she loves you too.

Haoyu:Me?

Yuri:But this is just an opinion. And so you need to check the feelings, whether there is or not.

Haoyu:*Gasp* Okay, I'll try. (He swims up to Fiona) Hi.

Fiona:Oh, hello Haoyu. Did you want something?

Haoyu:Yes, I just wanted to ask... Do you feel anything (Leo, Emma and Yuri are a little scared)?

Cass:(In a whisper) Or maybe this is normal?

Fiona:I don't know, what are you doing?

Haoyu:Well, I mean in the heart (He lays his hand to his heart). Like feelings...

Fiona:Oh. Everything is fine. Although I feel that...

Haoyu:What?

Fiona:What's the matter with you and my friends. Although I'm worried about you right now.

Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass:What (Leo fainted)?

Cass:I knew it.

Fiona:It's just that you're nervous for some reason when I'm here.

Haoyu:Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm a little bit...

Leo:Come on, come on...

Emma:Please...

Haoyu:I just can't explain when I'm nervous... (Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass put their hand to their face)

Fiona:Haoyu (Holding Haoyu by his hands), if you're not scared, just don't say it.

Haoyu:Good (Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass took their hands off their faces).

Fiona:Maybe... Have fun?

Haoyu:Well... of course.

Fiona spins with Chaos like a dance that they both laugh at. The four of them, looking at this, do not know how to answer.

Yuri:What is the conclusion, even though he did not confess?

Leo:He can assume that she treats him well. (He sat up as he was lying down) She really seems to love him.

Cass:But we still have to support and take a closer look.

Fiona and Haoyu stopped spinning while she decided to play catch-up with him. Despite a good way to catch up with her, he noticed that she was not there. Suddenly, someone covered his eyes with his hands and it was Fiona. When he took her hands, she hugged her, making him blush.

Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass:Or is it true?

Alina:Guys! It's time to hit the road!

Fiona and Haoyu:Oh...

Fiona:OK (Lets go of Haoyu from hugs), we're sailing.

As the two of them were swimming to their friends, Haoyu noticed that the shark that the eels had noticed was swimming towards them.

Haoyu:Shark!

Fiona:What?

She saw the shark with a frightened look, while Haoyu took her by the hands and swam away with her to friends.

Heroes:Let's run!

While the heroes swam away from the shark, the eels swam after them with an evil smile.

Eel No.2:At what point will we take the bracelets?

Eel No.1:When they should have gone up on land.

The heroes are still swimming away from the shark and decided to hide by crashing from each other. The shark, having lost, decided not to stop looking.

Sandy:Judging by this, it's a great white shark. She can't stop.

Flounder:Why?

Sandy:She won't be able to breathe then.

Eels, seeing this, understand that they need to act.

Eel No.1:We need to look for it. And if there's a chance, we'll steal it unnoticed.

Seven girls, seeing a shark, think how to stop it.

Lula:We have to do something, we can't just sit here. Do you have any plans?

Sanya:I don't know, but we need something stronger from this huge predator.

Alina, looking at the shark, came up with something and swam after it.

Cristine:Alina, where are you going?

Everyone was looking in horror at Alina, who she stopped where the great white shark was.

Ariel:Alina! No!

The shark noticed her and began to swim. They were ready to throw to save Alina, but noticed how she put her hand to the shark's nose. This makes the shark's eye twitch and swim away. Everyone was watching in fright, but in interest.

Daisy:What was it?

Lan:Apparently, she put her hand on the shark and it swam away. It happens.

Cristine:Alina, don't do this anymore, it's better someone from OK?

Alina:Good.

Carlin:Well, as it is, we are all saved. We're on our way.

The heroes continue to swim while Fiona swam up to the Haoyu.

Fiona:Haoyu.

Haoyu:Yes?

Fiona:Thank you for wanting to protect me.

Haoyu:Oh, you're welcome. I was very afraid of you.

On the surprising response, Fiona kisses him on the cheek (Note:That's not all, so Haoyu must admit). It makes her swim away that Leo, Emma, Yuri and Cass are looking at her in surprise.

Cass:It's true. But how?

Dynamic Dolphin:I see you love him.

Fiona:To be honest, I've been in love with him for a long time, before we came on vacation. I really see that he's still nervous.

The eels, looking at the heroes, were unhappy.

Eel No. 1:We'll have to find another way.

The two enemies continue to pursue the heroes.

To be continued...

[theclearblue]

For the ship ask : ZoSan - Zoro & Sanji and MobRei - Mob (aged up) & Reigen and SatoSugu - Gojo and Getou.... Thx

Thank you for sending this is in!!

Zosan

Ship it

Fun fact I was pretty against this ship at the beginning when I first started watching (now it's my fave op ship lmao). I think the turning point for me was maybe Water 7/Enies Lobby when they really start working together, and Zoro worries about Sanji on the sea train. But when it became my favorite was probably the Nothing Happened scene and also when Kuma is chasing the strawhats in Sabaody. Just the way they clearly care so much for each other and their dreams where Zoro first protects Sanji in Thriller Bark, and then Sanji is worried enough about Zoro in Sabaody to protect him over Nami??? Yeaaaahhhh I started falling down the Zosan well pretty deep after that lmao

I think what makes Zosan fun is that they fight ALL the time but it's like...play fighting lmao?? If you've ever had cats where they just bat at each other and wrestle but they don't really hurt each other, it's all in good fun and then they snuggle up to each other? That's the Zosan dynamic to me lmaooo. But also under that I think they trust and respect each other more than anyone, both in a fight but also with what they view as the worst parts of themselves. Lots of potential with them I think (also VERY interested to see how the Wano oath will come back around because it will...)

Hmm I think sometimes when people write Zosan they either lean too much into domestic sappy lovers or just straight up toxic lmao. They are the pinnacle of cranky old married couple so when they don't make fun of each other anymore or playfight well..that's not Zosan lol, but then sometimes people go way to far the other way where they don't like each other at all and scream at each other and miscommunicate and that's just not any fun either, there's a balance.

MobRei

Don't Ship It

Usually I don't like an aged up ship unless you're aging up both characters, it's hard for me to get past an age gap that big because it colors so much of the dynamic. Even aging them up I think I couldn't stop imagining Reigen as the cringefail older brother/mentor type of figure to Mob.

Hmm honestly maybe aging Reigen down to Mob's age might be ok? As like a childhood friends kind of thing instead? I still don't think I would see that as romantic though.

Hmmm I think this one just isn't for me sorry

Satosugu

Ship it

God, what doesn't make me ship it? I know Ij ust made a post yesterday where I was like "You could interpret them as brothers!" and like, you COULD but this feels like the most obvious romantic subtext of all time with every scene they have. But I started shipping them when I read Hidden Inventory/Premature Death, and then the ship became really solidified with a JJK 0 reread and with the Gojo sealing scene. Gay disasters of all time.

I've talked about this a bit before but just the way that there is nobody else for them, nobody will understand Gojo like Geto does and vice versa. They are a pair, until they suddenly aren't, and neither really know how to navigate that. I think they embody a lot of the core themes of JJK really well, about love and death and corruption and loneliness. I think there are just a lot of different avenues to explore them, from pre HI arc to Geto's descent to the 10 years in between to JJK 0 and to Shibuya. They really do it all lmao, and of course, I am tragedy enjoyer first and foremost and they deliver.

Geto gets woobified waaaayyy too much by satosugu lovers. He is undeniably a victim under the jujutsu system and his struggles are very painful and even sympathetic, but I think some satosugu fans really erase his flaws way too much and end up blaming Gojo for everything? Which I think is wildly unfair.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

So for my 478263th request 😂

Reader and Bucky staying at a mountain cabin together completely snowed in for a weekend with no power ☺️ I have no idea how they got there in the first place, and at first they’re just friends, but as the days go by the sexual tension grows and grows until whoops they’re all of a sudden venturing into #nsfw territory in front of a roaring fire 🥰

Snowed In | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, @everything-burns-down 🥰 I loved this idea, thank you so so much for sending it my way! I hope you enjoy it 💕

Please feel free to send me comments, requests, and suggestions!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily

Warnings: teasing, fingering and oral (f receiving), PIV sex

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What was supposed to be a fun group ski vacation had suddenly taken an unexpected turn. Grounded flights, unsafe roads, and power outages meant that Maria, Sharon, Sam, John, and Lamar were all stuck back in the city- leaving you and Bucky in the cabin all alone. He knew you hated driving in the snow, so he'd picked you up and given you a lift, but what neither of you had expected was the blizzard that was consuming the quiet country side where the cabin resided, leaving you stranded.

It had taken a while for you to get to know Bucky. He had the tendency to be a little quiet, fading into the background of your group hang outs- he was always the quiet half of he and Sam's dynamic duo. He was a good guy with a kind heart and a sweet disposition, as well as a great sense of humor- but you had to be right next to him to hear him mumble his quips under his breath. Once the two of you got close, he made his jokes exclusively to you when hanging out with the group, making you feel like you were the only people in the room. It was no secret that he was handsome, you'd practically been drooling over him since you met him-and now you were alone with him, stranded in a secluded mountain cabin...

You stood just inside the front door, watching Bucky trudge through the deep snow with both his bag and yours in hand. He'd insisted that you stay inside while he got your stuff, reasoning that you were the only one of the two of you who could get frostbite, and you'd complied.

"Fuck, it's cold," Bucky muttered as he carried your things inside and placed them in the living room. You nodded emphatically, feeling a shiver run down your spine even under your thick coat. A pang of worry shot through Bucky's chest, he knew you weren't going to be able to handle the extreme cold as well as he could and suddenly felt a deep need to take care of you.

You watched him grab an armful of logs and place them in the fireplace, arranging them just so. Something about him building a fire for you, taking care of you, worrying about you was...hot. A warm sensation flashed across your cheeks at the thought and you thought you might have to take a step outside into the freezing weather just to calm down.

In no time, Bucky had the fire roaring. You sat down in front of it, letting it warm your frigid body while staring at up at him.

"Thank you, Buck."

"Sure thing, doll. Any time," he said with a wink. "I just realized I don't have any service here, so it really is just you and me. Let's see how long it takes for me to drive you crazy..."

"Yeah, right. I'm just glad you're here and not John. Is it bad that I was happy when he said he couldn't come? Why do we even hang out with him anyway?"

Bucky chuckled and sat down on the floor next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his body for warmth. "Because he's Lamar's friend and Lamar's great...he just comes with an unsavory sidekick".

You laughed out loud, knowing that John would lose his mind at being called a sidekick. Bucky began telling stories about all the stupid shit he'd seen John do, holding you tightly against his side all the while.

A yawn escaped your lips and you checked the time- 10:56pm. The drive to the cabin had taken way longer that you'd originally thought thanks to the storm, and you felt yourself getting sleepy as you sat in front of the warm fire.

"Okay, I know there's like, a ton of beds in this house, but I think I'm just gonna sleep in here on the floor. I may not survive the night if I'm not in front of the fire," you said with a laugh.

"Good call- I was… actually thinking about doing the same thing, though. Is it alright if I join you?"

You nodded emphatically, happy that you wouldn't be sleeping all alone in this big empty house. Leaving the fire for just a moment, you changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, ready to pass out for a while. Re-entering the living room, you found Bucky setting up a pallet on the floor that looked incredibly inviting. This man had really stripped all the beds of their comforters, making an extremely cozy cocoon for you in front of the fire.

"Will this work for you?" he asked, motioning to the perfect set up he'd made for you.

"Ohhhh, absolutely. Thanks, Buck," you said with a smile as you burrowed under the metric ton of blankets. Bucky grinned, and laid down in his own pallet a few feet away from you.

"Goodnight, doll" he whispered.

"Goodnight, Buck".

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The storm had lasted longer than anyone expected, leaving you and Bucky truly stuck. You'd been a little nervous at first, fearing that you were going to get on his nerves before day two was even over-but things had actually gone well. On the second morning, you'd awoken with Bucky's strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest:

"Oh, shit...I'm sorry," Bucky said as he unwound his strong arms from your middle.

"Hey, I don't mind" you'd replied, grabbing his arm and putting it back in place. The two of you fell asleep once more, bodies pressed together, in front of the fire.

To keep yourselves entertained, you and Bucky told ghost stories, shared your deepest fears, exchanged stories about family, and told funny tales from childhood.

The two of you spent all afternoon on the third day, asking each other random personal questions while he gave you a foot massage. You returned the favor by working the knots out of his strong back- all the while trying to resist the urge to press your lips to his skin.

You'd known Bucky pretty well before this trip, but there were a few things you’d always wanted to know about him, and after you spent the day with your hands all over his strong shoulders, you couldn’t help but ask.

"Okay, tell me this, Barnes. What are you like...in bed?"

A loud laugh made him throw his head back and clutch his chest, "I did not expect you to say that".

"We've talked about basically everythiiiiiiing, Buck. But we haven’t talked about the fun stuff so, come on, spill your guts. I won't tell anyone.”

He rolled his eyes at you and rubbed absentmindedly at the back of his neck, his eyes downcast.

“I don’t want to tell you…” he murmured.

“Oh. God, I-I’m sorry” you stammered, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I want to show you…”

“What…?”

“I said, I want to show you.”

Suddenly, you lost the ability to speak, only managing to give him an enthusiastic nod. The second you showed interest, he was pulling you into his lap, wrapping his hands tightly around your waist. His kiss was eager yet gentle, like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Sighing into his mouth, you surrendered to his touch and leaned in even closer to him. Your hands slid up his chest and lightly caressed his stubble on their way up to his neck.

Bucky gave a hmmm of approval as you entangled your fingers in his hair, and the sound just spurred you on more. He laughed into your mouth at the gentle tug you made at his hair and bit down on your bottom lip in response, eliciting a small moan.

His hands roamed your body as he kissed you, first running up and down your thighs before slipping up the back of your shirt. A shiver ran up your spine as Bucky’s cold, metal hand caressed your skin and you shrunk away instinctively from the sensation, already cold from the seemingly apocalyptic snow storm.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, sometimes I forget about this thing,” he joked.

He wrapped his hands tightly around the back of your thighs and lifted you as he stood, carrying you from the couch and placing you down gently on your pallet in front of the fireplace.

“Ooooh, romantic” you quipped, and he chuckled against your skin as he attached his mouth to your neck. The heat from the fire combined with the warmth of Bucky’s mouth pressed to your throat made your chest tighten. He took his sweet time with your neck, sucking marks into your skin and leaving love bites trailing from your jaw to your clavicle. His tongue flicked over the bites, soothing them as he prepared to leave more. His stubble lightly scratched at your sensitive skin, making goosebumps appear across the surface.

“Damn, still cold?” Bucky asked, pulling away.

You shook your head and placed your hands on either side of his face, dragging him back down for a needy kiss. His muscled body pressed tightly against yours, crushing you in the best way possible. Your legs wound around his waist and pulled him even closer somehow, pressing his already rock-hard bulge against your aching core.

Greedy hands tugged at Bucky’s Henley and he slipped out of it quickly, exposing the chiseled muscles of his torso and the scar that had changed his life. Without thinking you pressed your lips to the skin, trailing kisses along the entirety of the reminder from Bucky’s Hydra days. A deep moan escaped his lips as you worked down the scar and then across his chest, feeling his taught muscles ripple against your mouth.

His hands made quick work of your shirt, lifting it up until it had almost reached your breasts- but he stopped.

“What?” you asked, breathless, before realizing the cause of his hesitation. You laughed and pulled your shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it near couch. “I’m not cold anymore, I mean, I’ve got a super soldier on top of me…”

He rolled his eyes and laughed before eagerly resuming his work. His hands found yours and clutched them sweetly before his fingers wrapped around your wrists and pinned your hands above your head. You fought back ever so slightly, knowing that you’d lose, just for the fun of it. He nipped and kissed at the skin of your chest, moving painstakingly slowly.

Finally, his tongue flicked lightly against one of your nipples and your back arched- you swore that he could feel the pulsating of your clit against his cock. Hungrily, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, running his tongue over it teasingly before grazing it with his teeth. The contact sent a shock through your body and you couldn’t help but grind your hips against his. He let out a low chuckle against your skin, loving the effect he had on you. His mouth worked over your other nipple as his hands slid from your wrists to your hips, tugging every so slightly at the waistband of your sweatpants. Your hips arched for him, letting him remove your pajamas with ease.

A little laugh left his lips and you stared at him, wondering what he found so funny.

“These are the underwear you brought for a ski trip?” he asked with a chuckle as he traced a finger along the waist band of your delicate, lacy- and not at all appropriate for the weather- underwear.

“Hey, maybe I was hoping I’d get lucky…” you retorted.

Without warning, Bucky pressed his warm mouth against your clothed cunt making your hips buck ever so slightly in search of more contact. “So eager…” he whispered as he tugged at the lace and removed your underwear completely, making you gasp.

He stared at you as you laid fully exposed in front of him, and gave a satisfied ‘hmm’ before getting to work. He let his hands slowly snake up the length of your legs before reaching your almost dripping cunt. With one finger, he lightly ran a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you shiver. He placed a light, teasing circles over your clit for a moment just so he could watch you squirm beneath him.

It was then that he slowly, teasingly slid a finger inside you, smiling at the deep moan that emanated from your mouth. He quickly laid down between your legs and brought his mouth to your clit while slipping a second finger inside. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation and all you could manage to whisper was “Bucky…”

He loved the sound of you moaning his name, and he hummed approvingly against your clit, sending vibrations through your center just to drive you crazy. You tugged at his hair, encouraging him even more. He sucked at your clit while his fingers curled inside you, hitting you in the perfect spot. With his other hand, he pressed your hips into the ground, not leaving you a chance of escaping the sensations that threatened to drive you crazy.

“Fuuuuck, Bucky, I-”

The quick, light circles of his tongue against your clit mixed with the deep, intense pressure of his fingers inside you was almost too much. He had you moaning uncontrollably under his touch, melting before his very eyes. Bucky gazed up at you and saw your tense muscles and erratic breathing, knowing you were close.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked teasingly before resuming his punishing work against your clit.

All you could do was nod, but that didn’t satisfy him. “Use your words, tell me”. It took all of your focus to make out the words, and when you finally did, it made Bucky even harder.

“I’m-fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum for who, sweetheart?”

“For you, I- fuck. For you, all for you.”

“That’s right. Fall apart for me, baby”

It was only moments later that you lost the ability to respond as an orgasm ripped through you, making you scream Bucky’s name as you clenched unrelentingly around his strong fingers. He didn’t stop the motion of his hand or his tongue as the waves of your high crashed over you, sending little aftershocks through your body.

You opened your eyes to see him hovering over you with a cocky grin on his face. “Hey there. You good, sweets?” he asked with a wink.

You nodded, still out of breath but feeling like you’d died and gone to heaven. “I’m great” you whispered.

“Great” he retorted before standing and removing his sweatpants, letting you take in the full sight of him. You’d always thought he was hot, but when you stared up at his gorgeous body, aglow in the light from the roaring fire, you realized just how perfect he was.

He took his rightful place on top of you, and crushed your mouth with his, swallowing the moan that escaped your lips. Ever so slowly, his lips traveled from your jaw to your hip, stopping every few centimeters to leave a hot kiss on your skin. He pressed a few light kisses to your clit before teasing the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You’re a tease, Barnes. You know that?”

The air left your lungs as he plunged his cock into you slowly, letting you feel every inch.

“Oh, I know…” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. He pulled out of you almost completely before slamming into you again, forcing a moan out of your chest.

Your nails ran up the length of his back, leaving red tracks along his spine and making him shiver slightly under your touch.

“S’ good for me, doll, takin’ me so well”

You pressed crescent moons into his shoulders as he quickened his pace, your legs wrapping ever tighter around his waist. His strong hands gripped your wrists again, pressing them down into the floor with a force that stirred something in your chest. He stared down at you, watching as your struggled to keep it together under his unrelenting pace.

Suddenly, his hands were on your hips, pulling them upward as he sat up on his knees. The new angle let him go even deeper somehow, making your eyes squeeze shut. You were right on the edge and he knew it, making him want to play with you even more.

"How's that, doll?" He asked with a wicked smile, already knowing the answer. You couldn't seem to remember how to speak, simply letting out a dirty moan in response.

"Hey, what did I say, gorgeous? Use your words for me."

Gathering all of your strength, you managed a whisper for him, "So-so fucking good".

"Good, then let go for me. Come on, baby. I know you want to" he murmured-and he was right. A second climax hit you fiercely, setting your skin on fire and filling your vision with stars.

Watching you lose your mind for a second time all because of him made Bucky almost salivate. His thrusts became sloppier as he tried to keep up his punishing pace, but his orgasm made him lose focus. He collapsed over you breathlessly as he filled you with his hot cum, his dark blue eyes staring into your soul.

"Fuck..." he whispered, still reeling.

All you could do was nod, still in disbelief that you'd finally fucked Bucky Barnes.

"I don't know about you" he murmured, "but I hope this storm never ends".

[ssadumba55]

Love Finds A Way (Ian Malcolm X Reader)

Request: Hello!! I love your Ian malcolm x reader so far and I was just wondering if you could do another one (either set in the first or second movie) where ian and the reader get separated and it freaks Ian out until they find each other again and ian decides to confess his feelings maybe? Thanks!

A/N: Let's go! I've never written anything set in the first movie but that movie moves a lot faster so forgive me cutting through to get to the good bits. I spared you every dinosaur chase scene, you're welcome. Enjoy!

This trip was a mistake, you realized that now covered in mud and sitting in a tree.

Come along, Ian had suggested, it’ll be fun. It wasn’t fun now, you’d be sure to remind him of that… if you ever saw him again. Even though you had wanted to stay behind with Ian, Alan had convinced you to join him and the kids.

Now, the other three were getting some shuteye. How they could sleep with all of this around them, you would never know. You watched the Brachiosaurs eat from the safety of your vantage point. All the joy and wonder you had felt earlier on the tour was now gone, replaced with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were getting out of this alive, even with the help of the amazing Dr. Alan Grant. You had never been a fearless fighter or particularly intelligent.

“You’re still awake?” Dr. Grant asked softly. You had thought he was asleep but it appeared he’d just been resting eyes. He didn’t even look like the man you’d met earlier that day, each of his arms wrapped around one of the children he had despised.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m worried about Dr. Malcolm, that’s all.”

It was a fair worry, he was your friend and mentor. The two of you had spent a lot of time together both in the workplace and out. You liked to think there was an inseparable bond between the two of you, something that rarely anyone else had. No matter how many wives or girlfriends he went through, what was between you both would never change.

“He’s fine. As long as he stays still, even if the T. Rex circles back, he’ll live.”

Realistically, you knew he was right but still. Nobody but the four of you knew where he was and you had no idea how to get to the others. Worst vacation ever, Ian owed you one if the two of you got off this stinking island alive.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Malcolm was in a panic himself. His leg was in pain, but it was dull compared to his worry for you. Now that he wasn’t being chased by a giant meat eating dinosaur, he could think properly and he had noticed your absence.

There were two options; you were laying out there dead somewhere (which he hated to think about, that couldn’t be the one) or you were wherever Dr. Grant and Hammond’s grandchildren were.

“We should be out there looking for them,” he tried to shift but his leg was in worse shape than he thought. Ellie hurried forward, scolding him for moving and putting himself in pain. She was obviously worried for Alan as well, they had issues, the two of them.

Was being in love with a workplace friend a common occurrence because it seemed like they were in the exact same department and- Oh god, if you and Alan died they would never get to tell them. More importantly he would never get to tell you.

At some point, Gennaro and Ellie leave to go look for Arnold, leaving him and Hammond to guide them to where they needed to go. He tried to keep his head in the game as much as possible, his survival and the others depended on it but he was too worried about you.

This had to be some sick twisted joke the universe had decided to play on him, he didn’t tell the one he loved he loved them when he had the chance, he fooled around with so many people... and this was his sick and twisted comeuppance.

He supposed if that was what was going on he deserved it, but damn it if he didn’t wish his leg was better so he could be out there looking for you.

How many adults did it take to hold a door shut against one Velociraptor? Apparently, three. You, Alan and Ellie leaned against the door, trying your best to keep it shut while Lex and Tim figured out the computer system.

“This is where we die,” you muttered under your breath as Ellie tried desperately to reach for the shotgun that was just out of her grasp.

“You did it!” Tim shouted and just like that the locks were on the doors.

The relief was short lived, but such is life when you’re on a dinosaur infested island. The five of you escaped through the vents, making your way back to the main entrance of the visitors building. It was a race against time (and Velociraptors), but in the end, you all made it safely back to the ground and the T. Rex took care of the raptors.

“Come on,” Alan ushered the kids, you and Ellie out the front door. You felt like you were going to pass out just from the adrenaline. Hammond and Ian were waiting outside in the jeep but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to either of them as you climbed in. Alan said something but you leaned back in the jeep seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

You weren’t home safe yet but it sure felt like it.

After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride home was silent, everyone contemplating everything they had just witnessed on the island. For once, even the great Ian Malcolm had nothing to say.

You leaned against him and he let you, clearly just as happy as you were to be in the same vicinity once again.

Upon landing in Costa Rica, the group went their separate ways. Hammond went off with his grandchildren, Ellie needed medical care and Alan went with her, Ian needed his own care so you went with him. You wondered if you’d ever get to see those people again. It was a strange thing to bond over, but you felt like you were all that much closer now that you’d been through this together.

Ian was out for a while so you pulled up a chair and slept beside the hospital bed.

“(Y/n)?” You awoke to someone saying your name, visions of giant lizard monsters danced in your vision for a few moments longer as you blinked awake.

You would surely be having nightmares of that for a long time.

Ian was awake, he had shifted himself into a sitting position, his hand on yours. You met his eyes, there was a lot that needed to be said. You wanted to tell him everything that had happened, with Alan and the kids and the raptors and-

You hugged him instead, it was strange, even though the two of you were fairly close, neither of you had ever been huge fans of physical contact.

He hugged you back though.

“That was the worst vacation ever…” You whispered, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes.

He chuckled. “Next time you can pick, no more dinosaur islands. I promise.”

You suddenly became aware of the very little space between the two of you. This was the closest the two of you had ever been in a non joking manner. It felt like being separated from each other on a dinosaur infested island had changed something in your dynamic, though you weren’t sure what it was. The smile on his face faded slightly and he reached up, closing the distance between the two of you, hand gently pressed to your cheek.

That’s what it was. The dynamic between you two had DEFINITELY changed.

“I’ve, uh, always wanted to do that.” He sounded slightly guilty, pulling away.

There were butterflies in your stomach and somehow the world seemed to be spinning. You laughed nervously, something about experiencing this so soon after a near death experience was hilarious to you.

"Funnily enough, me too," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. It's really too soon to know what this really means or if this is all just a crazy reaction to being separated and not able to see each other but you don't even care.

You could put a label on it later, he would agree. For now the two of you had each other and you were never letting go. And if Ian asked you to sleep with him later that night and if the two of you awoke each other from nightmares screaming only to comfort each other, nobody else needed to know.

You'd always had a special bond. This just made it stronger.

[starlessea]

Here Comes the Sun: XXI. When You Were Young (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5907

Chapter Warnings: Language, Insecurities.

You snapped the book shut and looked up at your class, who stared back at you in complete awe. You laughed, taking in their expressions. The first time you had read this novel, your face looked something similar to how theirs did now. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, uncrossing your legs and standing up from your seat. Immediately, they started to chatter amongst themselves about the ending, and the volume rose as their voices ricocheted off the walls of the small classroom. 

In the last couple of months that had passed since the takeover of Woodberry, the prison had been completely transformed. It was barely recognisable from how you'd first found it. The cells each had a bed, and now resembled actual rooms. The field had been tilled and converted into farmland courtesy of the Greenes, and you even kept livestock in wooden pens. Best of all, Rick and the others had set up a classroom for you to teach the children. You could remember it like it was yesterday. It had certainly been a well-kept secret, and almost everybody had known about it but you. 

Daryl and his team had scavenged some desks and school supplies, as well as an old blackboard that reminded you of the one you had first written your name on. They'd even brought back a wooden bookshelf - which they had to tie to the roof of one of the vehicles just to get it home. Over the course of the next few weeks, it began to collect books, filling up more and more each day.

Your first assignment had been for your students to create a poster on any book of their choice - and as a result, they also filled the white space of the walls. Before long, the former guards’ office resembled an actual classroom, brimming with colour and, surprisingly, children eager to learn.

"Okay, everyone!" You called out, clapping your hands to get their attention. "Now that we've finished this book, I want you all to write your own short story in response to it."

The group started to murmer amongst themselves again, and you yelled out over the chatter.

"It can be a sequel, or even something different inspired by it." You explained, your voice getting lost in the crowd. "Be as creative as you can." 

It was a real learning curve getting used to teaching younger students. Though, it was a lot more rewarding than you thought it would be. You remembered teaching Carl briefly at the Greene farm, which felt like a lifetime ago now. You never expected for your class to grow to the size that it was.

"I'm looking forward to reading them all tonight before bed." You added, once they had settled down enough to do so.

It was a tradition for you to do all of your marking in the evening. It filled up your time and kept you occupied until Daryl returned. He'd been going on a lot more runs recently, and it made you worry less when you had something to take your mind off it.

"Any questions?" You asked, and saw a flurry of hands go up in response.

"Teacher!" A young girl called, waving her arm to get your attention.

You smiled almost unknowingly. If adults had even half the enthusiasm of children, then maybe a lot more would get done around here.

"Yes?" You answered, and nodded in her direction.

The legs of her chair lifted a few inches off the ground as she swung back a little, and you fought every teacher-urge inside of you that said to pull her up on it.

"Is Mr. Dixon going to read them with you?" She giggled, and suddenly you forgot about the chair.

You couldn't contain the snort that left your mouth from the name 'Mr. Dixon.' You'd have to tell him about it later.

"I meant questions about the work." You chided gently, but the smile on your face told another story. "Though, he might. So make them interesting." 

Once again, you were unable to control the class as they got rowdy, and you just shook your head.

"You don't want him to fall asleep when I read them to him, do you?" You added, as you started to hand out the paper.

The children spent the next hour or so furiously scribbling out their stories in messy handwriting that you'd be tasked with deciphering later. Daryl had been gone for a few days on a run, but he was due back at some point today. Though, you wouldn't put it past him to conveniently arrive home late, to get out of marking duty with you.

When the time came to dismiss your class, you were given a lot of hugs and waves from everybody as they left. Perhaps it wasn't the most professional, but nothing really was these days. You were lucky to even still have a profession given the circumstances. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure looming in the entranceway, holding the door open for the children as they left the classroom. It was Carol, and she gave you a warm smile when she caught your eye. You beckoned her in after everyone else was gone, and she made her way shyly towards you with her arms behind her back.

The two of you had grown even closer over the last few months - all of you had. Though, you and Carol got along like a house on fire. She had the most brilliant sense of humor tucked away, and you were often lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when she felt mischievous. Daryl had given the pair of you the nickname 'dynamic duo' - and you thought that nothing could suit you both better.

"What are you doing here, Peletier?" You asked in a mock stern tone. "I don't remember giving you detention."

The woman smiled sheepishly at your teasing, before more confidently sitting down on your desk and stretching out her legs. From behind her back she brought out one hand, and placed a fresh, red apple over your paperwork. You laughed immediately, and so did she.

"I've always been a good student." She told you, with a grin. 

You hummed to yourself, unconvinced. You started to collect the loose sheets of paper from your students' tables, and the woman hopped off your own desk to help you. 

"I caught the end of your lesson. I hope you didn't mind me listening in." She admitted, and you shook your head in response. 

Normally, you got nervous if you were being observed. One time, Daryl dropped by to give you some supplies you'd asked for - and you'd gotten so red that the children made fun of you for the rest of the day. Yet, Carol's presence made you calm; she always was the one to have your back.

"They seem to really love you." The woman added, nonchalantly.

The compliment really did warm your heart. Even before the world ended, all you'd wanted was to gain the approval of your students. Except, that was the one thing that adults struggled to give.

"I just want to make it fun for them." You explained, picking up another hand-written story.

You could tell whose it was just by the handwriting. At this point, you'd gotten to know all of the children so well that they felt like part of your extended family; everyone in the prison did.

"I know they should be learning practical skills, too." You went on. "But I can't let them forget how to read and write."

You were mumbling to yourself, and barely noticed as Carol handed you the other half of the papers. You filed them all into a neat stack, and placed them onto your desk. Except, you now noticed a book sitting on it that hadn't been there before.

"I came to give you something." Carol said, pointing. "Well, to return something."

Your eyes widened as you read over the title. It was in pristine condition, with a shiny cover and an unbroken spine. 

"It's not the same copy." The woman explained. 

You could tell; it was much too neat to be the one you'd brought with you to Atlanta. That one had crinkled pages and a ripped cover even before you had leant it to Carol.

"I asked Daryl to keep an eye out for one on his travels." She admitted, and you perked up at the name. "Thought maybe you could read it to the kids one day."

You held the copy of The Little Prince in your hands, your eyes glancing over the delicate illustration of a young boy lost amongst the stars.

"Carol, you didn't have to do this-" you said quietly.

The woman cut you off before you could go on, nudging you gently with her shoulder.

"I did. I wanted to." She corrected, and you finally looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did before." 

She said the words quietly, as though ashamed, and this time you were the one to elbow her back and shake your head. She gave a small smile.

"I liked the part with the fox." She told you. "Where he says that important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes."

You looked at Carol with a dumbfounded expression.

"I did read it, you know." She laughed.

So, the two of you did finally get to discuss the book together, just like you'd hoped to do all that time ago - back in the warm summer shade of the Greene farm.

When you spotted that mop of hair from across the courtyard, you knew instantly who it was. Well, the crossbow and that familiar leather jacket also gave him away. You started to run in his direction, before you spotted a group of your students and slowed down to an embarrassed jog. The man eyed you, and you could make out his taunting smirk even in the distance. 

It hadn't been that long since you'd last seen him, but your heart still ached to feel his arms around you. You never knew how lonely the nights could seem once you got used to sleeping besides someone you loved. 

You approached Daryl casually, feeling eyes on you. There were people working the fields, and others on the fences dispatching walkers. Even if they seemed busy, you weren't oblivious to their side-eye glances every now and then.

"Hey there, Stranger." You finally greeted the man. "Was starting to forget what your face looked like."

With the influx of survivors, Daryl had taken on even more responsibility than before. He was out for longer and home even less, but you knew it couldn't be any other way. You knew that - but it didn't stop you from resenting the fact.

"Too many damn mouths to feed." Daryl grumbled, pointing to the string of squirrels hanging from his belt. "These people are eatin' like kings." 

You laughed at that, thinking back to the last harsh winter where you'd all had to survive on some questionable meals, to say the least.

"Ah yes, the luxury of fresh squirrel." You teased, eyeing the dead animals strung up by their tails.

You made a face, and Daryl made one back.

"I'll give yers away if ya gonna keep bein' picky 'bout it." He warned, but it was much too light-hearted.

Still, you held your hands up in defence.

"Okay, okay." You replied, sending him a mischievous smirk. "I'm sorry."

The tension was thick between you, despite the banter. Even as dirty as he was, you wanted nothing more than to fall into the man and press a number of kisses to that face of his. Yet, you refrained. Maybe you could get him into the shower first, away from all these people as well.

"Just take a look at your hair, Dixon." You remarked, once you finally noticed it. "Are you growing it out for me? Because I said I had a thing for guys with long hair?"

It hung over his face, and he pushed the loose strands away from his eyes with the back of his hand. It suited him, but he was definitely in need of a good shampoo.

"Yer really pushin' yer luck today, aren't ya?" Daryl muttered, taking a step closer to you.

You couldn't hide the smile that had spread over your face. Even an exchange as simple as this left you beaming. There really was no one else who could make you laugh quite like Daryl Dixon.

"You've been gone for two days." You reasoned lightly, trying to hide the way it actually made you feel. "Am I not allowed to have missed you?"

He tended to tease you about it, so you tried not to make a big deal whenever he returned home. Yet, you failed every time. 

"What d'ya say?" Daryl asked, rubbing his ear.

He'd probably gotten mud stuck in there. It wouldn't surprise you - given how filthy he looked.

"I missed you." You repeated, begrudgingly.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying in the slightest.

"Hmm?" He prompted, waiting for you to explain again.

You huffed and shook your head. You would be dragging him into the showers as soon as he got to the cell block.

"I miss-" you started, before the realisation kicked in.

You immediately slapped the man's chest with the back of your hand, and a smirk spread over his face.

"You're messing with me!" You yelled, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently - like he was completely oblivious.

You attempted to shove him again, but this time he caught your wrist and pulled you in close. Your chest hit his, and you felt the warmth you had been craving. You didn't care anymore about the curious stares, and it seemed that he didn't either. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snaked your own over his neck to pull him down to you. 

Your noses touched, and you smiled against him. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of each other - and the feel. You could tell that you'd unintentionally gathered a bit of an audience. The new members of the community rarely got to see Daryl like this, so you often got quite a few looks whenever you were together - and a lot of follow-up questions when you were alone. You ran your fingers through the ends of his hair, that went all the way down to the base of his neck now.

"Well, if you're not going to let me cut it, the least you can do is let me braid it." You whispered, your face still close to his. 

You'd threatened it once before, but you were more adamant this time.

"Ya can fuck off." Daryl grumbled back, but somehow he managed to make it sound affectionate.

You laughed lightly, and finally gave him the shortest of kisses that only left him wanting more.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'I missed you, too'."

Daryl Dixon was a stubborn man. You'd realised it from the moment you met him. He was the type to stick to his guns, even if they weren't loaded. You'd seen him argue his way out of something even when he was wrong, and convince you of his viewpoint even when you were right. Daryl Dixon was stubborn - but he always cracked eventually when it came to you.

"Don' say nothin'." He snapped, and you bit your lip to hold back the laugh.

"I didn't say anything." You quipped, as naturally as you were able.

You plucked another daisy from out of the grass, and handed it to the child. She took it in her small fist, and threaded it through the man's hair - messily between the braids you'd given him.

"Yer face says it all." He grumbled, his own looking like thunder.

Daryl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a few of your younger students. They'd begged him to let them put flowers in his hair after eavesdropping on your earlier conversation, and you'd said yes before he could even reply. He was a stubborn man, but he was also a people pleaser.

"Mr. Dixon, what's your favourite flower?" Another girl asked politely, twiddling a bluebell stem between her fingers. "We'll see if we can find it."

You laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." You chimed in. "What is it?"

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Except, the man didn't look all that intimidating with stray daisies interwoven in his hair, and loose plaits that were in the midst of being braided by clumsy hands.

"Stop bein' a lil' shit." Daryl bit back.

Though, he immediately got punished for it.

"Teacher, he said a bad word!" One of the children exclaimed, pointing to Daryl like he was a shamed dog on the naughty step.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, and watched as the man did the same.

"Daryl Dixon, if you swear like that again we'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." You scolded, in your most teacher-like voice.

The children laughed their high-pitched laughs, and you could see a small fire burning behind the man's eyes.

"'M gonna murder ya in yer sleep." He mumbled below his breath.

You yanked on the strand of hair you were braiding, before half-heartedly apologising and claiming it to be an accident. Daryl flinched, and whipped his head around to glare at you.

"What the f-" he started, but you narrowed your eyes at him. "Frog." He finished, and you lost it.

You let out what was perhaps the most unattractive snort of your life, which was much too bold to be disguised as any sort of cough. You knew you'd pay hell for this later, but for now you just wanted to relish in the power. You had Daryl in the palm of your hand, his hair quite literally wrapped around your little finger. He turned to glance at you, but you tugged again - but more gently this time.

"Jus' watch what yer doin'." He reminded you, before muttering some more underneath his breath. "Are ya tryin' to scalp me?"

Somewhere in the midst of the exchange, Deputy Grimes has sauntered over with an expression equally as smug as the one you wore. He had Judith in his arms, resting over his hip, and looked down at Daryl with a grin as he approached. He was wordless, but when the two of you made eye contact it was hard to remain that way.

"Jus' don't." Daryl sighed, sounding completely defeated.

"I didn't say anything." The officer replied, and at this point you couldn't deny that there were tears in your eyes.

Daryl looked up at Rick and squinted from the sun. He shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Tha's what they all say."

Rick watched the exchange in amusement. It had been refreshing to see him so relaxed during the last few months. You thought that he really deserved a break - and it seemed that he was making the most of it by spending time with his children.

"What did you do this time?" The man asked Daryl.

He shrugged in response, before one of your students reminded him to keep still.

"Nothin'." He grunted, seeming to be at the end of his rope. "Dunno why 'm bein' tortured for feedin' the lot of ya."

The string of squirrels had been passed along to the cook before the children had all but seized Daryl and demanded that he played with them. You may have had some involvement in his kidnapping, but you were only a bystander, really.

"Quit complaining, you big baby." You reminded him, before tucking a flower behind his ear.

Daryl had a vacant stare, but it soon became a warm one when he noticed Judith making some gurgles and smiling in his direction. She had her arm outstretched towards him, and Rick lowered her down so that she could be closer to what she was reaching for. The baby smiled a gummy smile, and ever so gently patted Daryl's head - eyes wide at the array of colourful flowers there. The man stayed completely still and allowed her to do it, and you just watched. You wished you had Glenn's camera during moments like these.

Not long after, the officer said his goodbyes, and left with his daughter. She peeked over his shoulder at the two of you as they walked away, and it made your heart melt as you looked at her.

"She's so adorable." You said, to no one in particular. "I want one."

Daryl choked, and you smirked at him deviously.

"Just kidding." You admitted, as though you hadn't almost caused the man to have a heart attack.

Daryl spluttered again before standing up. Most of your students had left the two of you alone, having gotten bored during your chat with Rick. You watched as the man shook out his hair, letting the flower petals float to the ground like leaves from a tree. 

"Jesus Christ, woman." He muttered, looking in your direction. "Calm down, would ya?"

You smiled as you helped him untangle the braids.

"There's only so much a man can take in one day." He went on.

Before long, Daryl’s hair went back to looking just as messy as it had done before, and you once again prompted him that he needed a shower. So, the two of you headed back to the cell block, and you slipped your hand into his to also remind him of how much you'd missed him.

"You never did say which flower was your favourite." You said, once the thought came into your mind. 

You glanced over at the man as you walked, but he just gave a small shrug in response.

"Dunno." He said quietly. "Guess I like the yellow ones."

Despite wanting to spend the night alone with Daryl, cuddled up under blankets in your cell as you read him some imaginative hand-written stories, the two of you had been convinced otherwise. Usually, alcohol wasn't permitted inside the prison - something about productivity and sharing that you hadn't really paid much attention to. But, since a lot of people had just returned from a long run, an exception had been made so that you could celebrate. 

It was hardly anything, really. There was barely enough to go around to get you tipsy, let alone drunk, and there were only a dozen of you sitting around the campfire - taking swigs from your plastic cups. The spirits had been diluted to stretch it out a bit more, and you were reminded of being a teenager again, swapping out vodka for tap water so that your parents wouldn't notice. 

Even so, your body hadn't had alcohol in a while - not since the Jack Daniels you'd all polished off back at Hershel's farm. Already, your head felt fuzzy, and your laughs sounded giddier than you'd intended. You were all sitting on the ground, out in the field. It almost felt like that first night you'd cleared the prison - except so much had changed since then. Rather than tentatively holding Daryl's hand in the dark, when everyone else was asleep, you were now sat in between his legs as his arms held your waist. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall regularly.

You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn't really mind. It was rare that Daryl did drink - even when it was available to him. You liked the fact that he could relax for once, since he always seemed to bear the burden of looking after everyone else.

"You two!" Tyreese shouted, catching your attention.

Across from you, the man sat beside his sister, Sasha. Vanessa was also next to them. Out of everyone here, you knew the three of them best. Admittedly, you hadn't got around to learning everyone else's names yet. 

You looked up, startled, and Daryl chuckled softly at the way you flinched in his arms. 

"How'd you meet?" The man asked, and offered a smile in your direction.

If there ever were such a packed question, it would have been that one. It was the type of question that required a whole book to answer - like one of the stories you'd set for your students to write. You glanced back at Daryl, only to find that he was already looking at you. He remained silent, so you raised an eyebrow at him before realising that you'd be the one answering.

"It was really romantic, actually." You spoke after a few seconds.

Everyone else's chatter had died down, and you suddenly felt very exposed as you became the centre of attention. Except, liquid courage always did work wonders where you were concerned. 

"The first time I met Daryl, he told me to fuck off and called me a mule." You announced, like you'd been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.

Your audience erupted with laughter, and you took in the looks of disbelief around the campfire - feeling satisfied with your choice of words. Except, it didn't last long. Daryl jabbed you in the ribs with his elbow, and you shot a glare back at him.

"Tha's not what happened." He argued, and everyone fell quiet once again to listen to what the man had to say.

It was rare that they got to see Daryl like this - letting loose and talking without being prompted to do so.

"Jus' fought off two walkers only to have some chick yelling at me, sayin gimme yer hand like the ghost of Christmas past or some shit." He explained, his voice more animated than you'd ever heard it. "Thought my time had come."

A few more chuckles could be heard in response, but Tyreese eventually spoke up.

"Can someone translate for them?" He asked, and it was then that you realised just how much detail you'd need to tell this story of yours.

So much had happened between you and Daryl that you'd need countless sheets of paper to recount it, unlimited words and a number of chapters. You leant back further into the man, deciding how to officially introduce it.

"Well, it all started with this yellow tent." You said, and the others listened.

You went on for a bit, taking sips of alcohol between your words. Everyone seemed enraptured by you, and it even seemed like Daryl was hearing the story for the first time, too. It felt strange to recount it in such a way, and it made you realise just how much had happened since the world had ended. 

You smiled as you finished, deciding to give one last summary to your captivated audience.

"So basically I pulled Daryl up from a cliff-face, then hauled his ass halfway across Georgia, before finally taking a bullet for him."

The alcohol had long since ran out, but everyone had stayed to hear the ending. Maybe you were oversharing, but spirits gave you loose lips - and you always did have a bad habit of running your mouth.

Tyreese started clapping slowly, before pointing at Daryl where he sat.

"You, brother, are one lucky man." He remarked with a smile.

You heard Daryl grumble something next to your ear, before addressing him back.

"She leaves out the part where she stuck 'er finger into my wound and sang outta tune next to me for three hours straight."

You bit your lip before finishing off what little was left of your drink.

"Minor details." You mumbled.

Some of the men you didn't know were murmuring amongst themselves beside you, but your head was too foggy to make out what they were saying. Perhaps Daryl could, since he had a scowl over his face. You didn't have time to question it, though, because Vanessa soon interjected with a laugh.

"So you're telling me that you now share a bed with the same guy who had walker ears around his neck when you first met him?" She teased, and you beamed back at her.

"Yeah-" you muttered, before sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I question my own judgement, too."

The walk back to your cell was more of a stumble, but no one had to know that. You and Daryl both made it there in one piece, so no further questions needed to be asked as to why you were missing a shoe, or who you'd tripped over along the way. It had seemed all fun and giggles, until you realised that it had been one-sided fun and entirely your own giggles.

Once you entered the room, you finally noticed how quiet Daryl had been. He toed his boots off wordlessly and threw his leather jacket into the corner. He knew how much that frustrated you, but he seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care. 

You walked up to the man and snaked your arms around him from behind, so that your chest was pressed to his back. All day, you'd been craving for the two of you to just be alone - but now that you were, he seemed too agitated for his own good. You thought that you must have missed something, because Daryl definitely didn't seem like himself. 

You rubbed your palms along his chest slowly, but he stopped you with his own hand, and pulled away. He turned to face you, and you cocked your head to the side as you took in his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he was chewing at his lip like he always did when he was confused. Eventually, he shook his head.

"Yer too good for me." He stated, like it was a fact. "'M a lucky man." He went on. "Why'd ya want someone who wore walker-"

"Whoa, slow down there." You cut him off. 

He was reciting all of the things that had been said over the campfire, you realised - except they'd all been playful jokes, and he knew that. The man sounded like a broken record, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what had made him break.

"Someone's had too much to drink." You reasoned, but raised an eyebrow as you did so.

You weren't convinced yourself, but you had no other explanation as to why he was blurting out the things that he was. Daryl was a big man, and the amount of alcohol he'd drank was nowhere near enough to get him drunk.

"'M fine." He confirmed, but you knew there was more going on. "Jus' the truth, s'all."

The man looked down at his feet as he spoke the words, and you sighed.

"We are not doing this again, Daryl." You warned, and took a step closer to him.

Ever since more people had been coming to the prison, Daryl had seemed to convince himself that there were plenty of better options available to you - all without consulting you about it, of course. It had gotten to the point where you'd snapped at him, almost a month back, and it had escalated into a fight. You understood where he'd been coming from - a few people had gotten a little too friendly with you on more than one occasion. But, you'd convinced him that you were right where you wanted to be, next to his side. 

You'd thought that had been the end of it, but something must have happened to bring it back to the surface.

"I see the way they all look at ya. Like they want ya." Daryl snarled, like he was seeing things that you couldn't. "They were talkin' 'bout it right in front of me."

And suddenly, it all made sense. The men you had noticed staring and mumbling had set Daryl off. You realised that he must have heard what they were saying - and that it must not have been good. Yet, part of you still felt frustrated that he had even listened to it. You'd spent the whole night recounting how you met the man, and how much he meant to you, only for your words to be completely unravelled by words of others that were insignificant.

"So?" You finally responded, more forcefully than you intended.

Daryl's head snapped up to look at you, and you met his eyes in return.

"I go through the same thing with you."

The man was silent for a few seconds, like he couldn't fully comprehend what you'd said.

"What?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Just because you're blind to it, Dixon, doesn't mean that I am." You told him.

You placed your hands over his chest again, but this time he didn't shrug you off.

"They look up to you. You're a hero to a lot of these people." You explained, like you'd truly accepted the fact. 

You could feel the heat radiating off the man from underneath the tips of your fingers, and you took another step closer to him so that he could feel you, too.

"You don't think there's days that I hear women giggling about you? Talking about you like you're some knight in shining armour who rescued them from this world?" You said, chuckling a little as you did so.

At first, it had killed you to see. Every time you noticed someone staring at the man, or whispering about him when they thought you couldn't hear, it made your blood boil. But, after a while you became numb to it - mostly because Daryl never even spared them a second glance.

"It makes me feel pretty shitty, too." You admitted, as you let your fingers rest over the first button of his sleeveless shirt.

You looked upwards at him, and he gave you a small nod - so you started to unbutton it.

"But then I come back to our cell, and I'll see that you've left me flowers on our pillow." You went on, smiling in the direction of your mattress, where you had missed the man’s presence over the last few days. "Or I'll notice a new cassette tape in my walkman without you even saying anything."

You reached the last button, and shrugged the material over Daryl’s shoulders so that you could see his bare chest.

"And then I forget about all those other people." You confessed, and pressed your palm over his heart. "Because I'm reminded everyday that you're mine."

Daryl immediately placed his hand over the back of yours, and squeezed it gently. 

"I'm yours." He agreed, and this time leant down to give you a kiss of his own without being prompted.

It was soft, but you'd missed the feel of him - and it made you impatient. You could taste the alcohol on his lips, and so you broke away before you became too intoxicated by it.

You hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body closer to yours - so close that his bare chest was warm against you, and you could feel his heart pounding.

"Then show me." You said, and he did.

A/N: So every time I write a chapter of HCtS, I delete the notes for it from my masterplan - and I’m getting so emotional seeing it get smaller and smaller each week. We’re coming to the end and I can’t deal-

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Lycan!Karl heisenberg x cat!reader(M)

Reader is like a neko but has the feet and legs of a cat along with ears,tail,and eyes along with those sharp claws a cat has. Reader is also specifically a chocolate colored maincoon breed of neko. Oh this wasn't requested but I said I'll do it in a previous ask so here you go! Enjoy

18+ so minors beware

Kinktober prompts: predator/play, predicament bondage, alpha/omega dynamics

Warnings: dubious consent,heisenberg is briefly concerned,blood,biting,false threats,knives/pointy objects,reader is tiny, predicament bondage,a bit mention of angst. Knotting

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Run. The only word on your mind as you ran through the factory,heat licking at your body as you passed machine after machine. The only thought on your mind was to escape this damned hellhole of a factory as you ran through halls and into some dead ends. You could hear the thumping of his heavy boots from the floor above,you skillfully and silently walked underneath the boots until they stopped and took off running.

This is when you took off in the exact opposite direction, having taken off your heavy steel toed boots to run even more quickly and quietly without being detected. Your sharp hearing picked up the sound of the elevator making its way down another floor,faint whistling as you hid on one of the ceiling pipes in the room that didn't have a ceiling. The ceiling was full of pipes and other dangerous wires poking into your side as you stood on top of the large pipe in the ceiling.

"Oh,you know how to hide,makes the game more fun don't ya think!" Heisenberg yelled. Your body tense as you heard his footsteps near the door to the room you were in,the door slowly opened as he peeked into the room. He slowly walked in,looking around the mess of a room you were both in.

"Now now...come out wherever you're hiding and maybe I'll be a bit more gentle" his voice was more deeper than you had first heard it,his signature coat and hat gone before the start of the little game you two played. You currently were perched up on top of the pipe,heisenberg looking around the room then made his way to the door to leave,once he did leave,you silently hopped down to peek out the still open door to see heisenberg walking back down the hallway.

You kept your gaze trained on the metal lord,your footsteps quiet as you followed the man down the halls and hid wherever it became too risky. The game you were playing was risky,at any moment heisenberg could turn around and see your form trailing behind his.

"Wonder where he went off to this time" heisenberg muttered to himself. His head lifted once he heard a small hiss then his vision was suddenly forced to the ground as you pounced at him from behind. For a moment he was too shocked to react,your silence and sheer amount of force it took to bring him down had surprised him. You took this chance to grab his sunglasses then ran off to the elevator,heisenberg standing up to make chase as you hastily pressed the button to make the metal machine go.

He wasn't faster than the machine,the elevator going up to the next floor which gave you enough time to make a break for it,running into one of the hidden closests you found while roaming the factory. He was quick to grab a sheet of metal to levitate himself up to the next floor of the factory.

"Now that isn't fair,not at all" he yelled out in a mocking tone. You put the sunglasses on,a little momento before you would escape the factory. Even the silence shook you,your tail thumping silently against the metal as you peered your head out from behind the door. The room was vacant, Heisenberg's footsteps in the distance now fading to nothing as you ran out from the room.

You could see the elevator! Your legs straining themselves to go faster until a pipe moved on its own. The pipe caused you to trip and fall face flat onto the flooring below,a boisterous laugh filling your ears as heisenberg came into view. He had been watching from the end of the hallway and witnessed the rather painful fall.

He grabbed your ankle,pulling you closer before you kicked him square in the chest. He grabbed your other ankle,pulling you close as he knealt onto the ground. You could see the outline of the bulge in his pants,it tempted you to give in but he would kill you for this escape attempt. So with all your might,you grabbed a fistfull if his hair and yanked it closer before bring your head closer to painfully headbutt him. You let him go,groaning at the sudden small headache now blooming but this was your chance to run. You got up,pushing heisenberg down as he clutched his throbbing head,even the cadou taking a second too longer to stop the painful ache in his temple.

"You runt-!" He stood up and took chase again,pushing himself as he sped down the hall and towards your fleeing figure. He felt rage,a strange sense of pride too but he couldn't focus on that as he chased your rather speedy form. He cursed the lycan genes in you,pushing himself to reach far enough to grab your shoulder but stopped once he saw you take an incorrect turn. He knew this was one of the turns that would mess with you,so he took the chance to run to the elevator to wait. He leaned against a wall,hidden by the small gap between the door and outter wall.

"Fuck-that was close" you muttered,taking a look around the corner of the hall you ran down. You couldn't see him,nor could you smell the scent of leather and cigars in the air,so you made your way into the elevator as quick as you could. Not noticing heisenberg as he stood,watching you back up in hopes of leaning against a wall but flopped right into the lords chest.

"Seems like our little game is over,runt" he said,still a bit angry at the violent headbutt from earlier. He wrapped his arms around you,only successfully trapping one arm as the other wildly swat at him like an angry cats arm. He could even hear your hissing and cute growls as he dealt with the violent swatting. He reached up to grab your other hand,grabbing it but freed the other in turn which caused another violent swatting against his dome.He groaned when he felt you knee dangerously close to his groin,it still hurt like a bitch to him since even compared to him-you and kick hit like a truck.

"Now now,you need to calm down-!" He finally grabbed both of your wrists,pinning them above your head and slotted himself between your legs. He was thankful the duke didn't set up shop this week,or this would have been quite akward for everyone.

"No!" You screamed,hissing and struggling the best you could. You could feel his bulge pressing against yours,easily the bigger man here in every sense. He leaned back,tilting his head before diving down to rip off your shirt to have better access to your upper torso.

"Well it seems you're a kinky freak here too! Getting off on anything your sick mind wants" he said into your ear. His breath tickled your ear then neck as he slowly moved down,your breath hitched in anticipation and fear as he bit down harshly onto your neck,him smirking as he lapped up the blood that blossomed from the teeth marks. The sensation bloomed with pain and pleasure,the next few bites forcing you to keep your body from arching into his own. You felt small-in every sense,his body a warm blanket over your naturally cold one.

"That's a good kitty,just need to be tamed in the right way" he muttered,watching as you squirmed when he ran a rough thumb over one of your nipples. He took a second to pull back and looked around the elevator,a thin pipe levitating over and curling around your wrists as makeshift cuffs,another pipe inbedding itself into the floor as it held your arms up and away as a secondary form of restraints.

"Let me go!" You yelled at the lord. He only chuckled and pulled himself up so his bulge pressed against yours,moving his hips in such a way that had you keening with want. Your felt a cold pole against your tail,the exact moment you took to grab it and thwack his ass with it. He jumped ,looking at you with mixed emotions before it settled onto a teasing smirk.

It's only when you heard a drill start into life,his gaze dropping as the makeshift cuffs around your wrist suddenly dropped and loosened. You stook up quickly,a soldat charging into the elevator while karl stood infrront of you protectively. He shoved you out of the elevator once the soldat charged again,it's drill momentarily stopped mid air as karl easily wripped the undead soldier apart.

"Kitten are you alright?" He asked,concerned as he gazed at your shaken form. He walked closer,pulling you close and soothed down your fluffed up fur then gently patted you on the rump. You nodded,nuzzling into the wamrth before playfully nipping his fingers as he tried to grab his sunglasses.

"Alright kitten,I need those back so give them to me" he said as he reached up again to grab the glasses off your face. You smiled,backing away from heisenberg then took off running down the hallway. Heisenberg quickly caught on,he didn't start running until he heard a crash and a few thumps coming from a room at the end of the hallway you just ran into.

The sight was quite funny,your form caught in chains that kept your body trapped and hung above the floor by a few feet. Your arms were pulled above your head,wrists chained together while both of your ankles were pulled apart. He toom the sight in,watching as you struggled and the chains which only tightened as he walked closer.

"You're not good at escaping,makes it easier for me though" he remarked. You struggled more once you saw the metal lord walk closer till he was standing inbetween your forcefully opened legs,the chains doing a wonderful job at spreading you to gave him the access he wanted. He took no time in using the spare knife he had carried to slice your pants open,taking in consideration the noticable small stiffy in your own boxers.

"Well well,seems like you were actually enjoying our little fun in the elevator before we were Rudely interupted..now where were we" he said,humming a tune to himself as he made quick work with using his power to skillfully slice your pants and boxers. Once he was done,your length was standing tall and proud since it was finally out of its suffocating confines.

He wrapped a large hand around your length,using his thumb to rub the tip of your length. His hand easily swallowed your size,said hand being moved up to trail the small scars on your chest before it landed on your right breast to rest there. He pulled your nipple,twisting and rolling it between his fingers as he watched your reactions. His own length pressing painfully against his pants as thought about the things he would do to you.

"Seems like you're enjoying this" he said,you moving to struggle away from his skillful movements. You could feel his friend poking your ass,you unconsciously moved your hips in a way that had him pressing against you in an eager manner. "Well then" he muttered,pulling his pants and boxers down to free his length.

He looked big,bigger than any of the men you've taken before. He knows this,taking careful time to gather up spit in his mouth and held it there as he hoisted your ass up with your legs sitting in the air. He spat out the spit in his mouth,it strangely warm against your hole.

"D-don't you know spit is bad lube?" You joked,trying to lighten this since he could've chosen to go in dry-which is too painful for you to handle. He only chuckled,pulling away so he could press the waiting tip of his length at your pucker. He used a hand to wrap it around your neck,gripping as if to threaten you to say 'I could kill you just by tightening'. The fear and arousal made you twitch,he chuckled then pushed in so suddenly and rough until he bottomed out completly against you.

"Holy shit-" he groaned. The sheer tightness around him spurred him off,he used his abilities to force the chains around your body to softly rock into his hips. He pulled out halfway,only to roughly thrust back into your tight head. It felt like pure heaven to him,his rough thrusting only becoming more and harsh as he found the little spot in you that made you see stars.

He was blindly chasing that pleasure,your sweet moans and mewls of pleasure from the rough treatment you secretly loved. He felt good,your body twitching and spasming in what little freedom it could as your spot was abused relentlessly. You hated to admit but you were close, it's when his hand wrapped around your weeping lenth is when you really began to sing.

He knew every spot to hit while blindly chasing his own release,the wamrth and texture of his calloused hands seemed to bring you closer to your edge but he knew better. He took a moment to stop all of his movements,he leaned up to look you in the eyes then began to roughly thrust again while maintaining the eye contact.

"You've been enjoying this haven't you kitten?" His deep voice rang out in your ears,him moving close enough to lean down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. They were senstive,his movements only sparking up white sparks of pleasure that coursed through your body like molten metal.

"Is the big bad lord going to make you cum? Go on,let me hear how good I'm making you feel." He said,wrapping his hand back around your weeping length to rub it. His movements were more calculated, hitting that spot within you now every thrust. He could feel you flutter around him,your length twitching as your legs shook from the pleasure. With a roll of his hips,you came undone beneath him,your release painting both your abdomen and his hand while his hips didn't stop. He fucked you through that heavenly high,even savoring those overstimulated whines that left your mouth when he didn't stop hitting your pleasure button. You felt a second release coming,that white hot pleasure you felt now covering your body.

"You wanted to cum so badly? Then here you go!" He growled,releasing your neck and length so he could have a bruising grip on your hips. He rocked you into his movements,only taking a minute to pull you closer as he felt his own release bubbling up.

Your clear begging was reduced to a mere jumbled mess of words,the pleasure reducing your brain to mush as you felt your second release begin to wash over you. You felt him falter, his pace more sporadic and needy as he chased his release,his knot sweeling at the base of his length as he fucked you. You could feel it being pressed against your pucked,threatning to pop in at any moment until it did. With one rough thrust, his knot popped in and locked the both of you together, you could feel harsh pinpricks in your neck,the pain sending you over the edge for a second time.

"Fucking-mine!" He said possessively in a strained voice while standing over you,not minding the mess you've created with your cum as he filled you with his hot and thick release. It felt so hot,his knot swelling and preventing any of the cum from seeping out as he fucked you a bit longer on his knot as he came down from his own high.

Your joints ached,small bolts of pleasure sent up your spine whenever he moved. When he did come down from his high,he quickly held an arm around you to undo the chains holding you up in the air. He pulled your limp form against his body,using himself as a mastress as he layed the both of you on the ground with you on top of his chest.

"You okay buttercup?" He asked softly.

"Yessss" you slurred tiredly,he chuckled then moved his hips to see if he could pull out which earned him a displeased whine when he tried. He couldn't pull out anyways,his knot locking the both of you together.

"Did that fit your fantasy? Or do we have to try again" he said in a flirty tone,he laughed when he felt a teasing swat on his thigh. You muttered a small 'yes' and 'sleepy' right after you said it,he nodded and pulled you closer into his warmth. He knew better than to stay there,so with some relucantly movements and metal moving,he had created a makeshift chair he could slide into with you clinging to his body. He couldn't do much moving thanks to his knot but he couldn't have wanted less since it caused more kisses and cuddling from you.

The use of his power wasn't the best but he managed to levitate the both of you to the elevator to bring you both to the floor with his quarterss. He could see the torn up soldat from the rude interruption, he would do much worse if it were someone other than the duke who cockblocks the both of you again.

"Bed" is all you muttered to heisenberg as he asked if you wanted water or a shower. He nodded,pulling you as close as he could to his form as he made his way to yall's shared quarters then used his ability to open the door. His hat and coat sitting on the nightstand next to the bed he had covered with blankets and pillows he bought from the duke.

He tested his knot again,seeing that it was gone so he slowly slid his senstive length back into his boxers. He didn't bother dressing himself,only stripping more to his bare boxers as he stripped you to be naked while he cleaned off yours and his release. You lifted a leg up,groaning as your senstive hole was touched but it only as heisenberg used a spare article of clothing to clean you.

"Alright, scoot" he said,pulling your frame close to his own as you finally made room for him to lay down next to you. You felt the wamrth,your eyes closed so you moved to blindly scoot into his arms then onto his chest. He grinned against your temple,placing a loving kiss on it.

When he finally relaxed with you in his arms,his body ached but a simple bath with you could fix it but now wasn't the time. He felt you relax on him,your arms moving to hug him close as you slowly drifted off to sleep. He did a once over for the both of you,pulling the soft blankets up to cover the both of you. He moved a few extra pillows around his body but left a bit of space just in case you slid off his body,the pillows making sure you don't roll off the bed like you commonly do with the couch whenever you take a nap.

"Goodnight buttercup" he muttered. Him too falling asleep after checking once again that the two of you were okay.

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This was so l o n g but I hope you enjoyed!

[dom--minnie]

Three’s a Party

Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.

Word count: 9.3k

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations

Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv​

a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila

Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing. 

You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still. 

"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question. 

Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more. 

"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."

Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks. 

"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react." 

"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."

Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.

You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his. 

Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him. 

"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."

Any stress you may have had is gone after that.

Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you. 

So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.' 

It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already. 

Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all. 

He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet. 

"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know." 

Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down. 

"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?" 

You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat. 

"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes. 

The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.

"Do you-"

"Chan." 

A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips. 

"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day." 

Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.

Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes. 

There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him. 

It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have. 

Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly. 

Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present. 

"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says. 

You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more. 

"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics. 

You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.

"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?" 

You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods. 

A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan. 

"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you. 

"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."

Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into. 

"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"

You and Felix easily speak in unison.

"Praise and hands."

The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.

Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that. 

"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"

The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls. 

"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."

When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue. 

"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially." 

You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not. 

"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”

"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before. 

You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm. 

"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."

Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.

It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important. 

"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says. 

You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement. 

"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."

You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual. 

You step out and turn around to face Chan again. 

"See you later, daddy." You wink.

Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.

The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine. 

He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it. 

To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction. 

Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different. 

“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.

“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”

Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling. 

“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”

Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means. 

“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on. 

“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”

Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it. 

“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.

“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.” 

Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less. 

“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”

Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.

“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”

Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.

“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?” 

Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow. 

“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”

This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.

“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”

Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope. 

“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”

“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”

Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.

The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you. 

Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally. 

"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."

Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."

You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips. 

"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe." 

The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again. 

"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit." 

The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.

The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful. 

It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away. 

They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar. 

It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside. 

Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his. 

You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it. 

"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips. 

He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay- 

"Yes." He says with false ease. 

You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching. 

Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them. 

"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them. 

"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him." 

You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name. 

"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease. 

Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's. 

The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time. 

Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real. 

He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck. 

When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear. 

"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?" 

He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well. 

"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?" 

Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair. 

Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that. 

Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees. 

When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own. 

It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go. 

Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.

“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm. 

Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore. 

Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time. 

Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room. 

“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?” 

You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you. 

All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is. 

Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly. 

With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.

“Felix, stop.”

Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn. 

“How should we do this, pretty pets?” 

You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.

Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well. 

Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.

“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.” 

You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath. 

Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side. 

Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you. 

With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder. 

The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth. 

Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.

“Daddy, please!” 

He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now. 

“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”

He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp. 

“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”

Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf. 

“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”

Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again. 

“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”

Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order. 

“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!” 

After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure. 

“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight. 

You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. 

It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.

“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”

You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully. 

At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away. 

“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.” 

All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him. 

“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”

Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy. 

Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.

“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”

You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to. 

Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own. 

The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity. 

Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to. 

He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily. 

“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout. 

Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him? 

Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.

“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.” 

The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.

“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.” 

You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving. 

You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl. 

“Does he feel good, kitty?” 

“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before. 

“Ride him then, doll.” 

The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks. 

“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”

You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again. 

Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead. 

“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.” 

His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment. 

“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?” 

The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute. 

When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.

“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”

Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.

“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”

Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness. 

“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.” 

Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.

You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.

“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?” 

You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.

You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.

Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently. 

Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you. 

"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this." 

You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible. 

Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead. 

"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?" 

He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.

There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down. 

"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears. 

Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation. 

Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you. 

"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."

He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement. 

"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."

In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.

"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you." 

Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head. 

"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."

A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.

"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."

"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him." 

Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix. 

You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug. 

"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently. 

He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.

"It's ok." You say simply. 

Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back. 

"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok." 

You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you. 

"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?" 

The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them. 

"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok." 

Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word. 

Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves. 

Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled. 

"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time." 

Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look. 

"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.

Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands. 

"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.

Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.

"Yes. Please." 

You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away. 

Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction. 

You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look. 

“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”

He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.

“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.” 

You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical. 

"You're... This is ok?" 

You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head. 

"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.

Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder. 

"Thank you." He mumbles. 

"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.

Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him.