#he keeps making m/f/m throuples in his works

[kaylapocalypse]

I personally think this man and his wife are both bisexuals irl. While my gaydar needs work, my bi-dar is rarely wrong.

Was Benoit’s sexuality ever discussed in the first Knives Out movie?

[outermaybanks]

just a kiss - part iii - jj x bi!reader x kie

part one ☆ part two

a/n: the much-awaited part 3. i can't even promise this is the last thing ill write for this, bc im so in love with this throuple. warnings for smut 18+ CW!! smut, unprotected sex (pull out gang), p-in-v, fingering, oral both f and m receiving but mostly f, cumeating, threesome... i think that covers it? if im missing something lmk

You didn’t know how to get ready, Kie had texted you to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind, but she wanted to keep the actual date a surprise. You settled for something cute, but still casual enough, and waited, but you were surprised when your phone dinged with a text from JJ.

Maybank: im here Maybank: ur dad seems really happy to see me is he mad i called off yesterday

You felt a wave of excitement clash with a wave of anxiety. You quickly grabbed your bag and went downstairs. You and your dad lived above his shop, which made keeping secrets from him extremely difficult. You walked through the garage, finding JJ standing with your dad looking into a car with a flashlight. “Dad, it’s JJ’s day off,” you said as you walked over. JJ turned when he heard your voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. “I just wanted to show him the engine on this baby… so where you two going?” You and JJ exchanged looks, he looked nervous to say the wrong thing, which left you with a very important decision to make. And you quickly made your choice.

“Actually, JJ and Kie are taking me on a date,” you tell him, and JJ’s head snapped to look at your father. “Kie, now that’s… that’s JJ’s girlfriend who you like very much, right?” your dad teased, a knowing smile turning the corners of his lips up. JJ’s head snapped back to you, this time with a smirk. “That’s the one. C’mon, JJ, before he ropes you into checking out the Mustang he’s never driven,” you say, trying to lead JJ away. “It’s a 1967, she’s a beaut, and I’m real close to fixin’ her up!” your dad called, JJ almost turned back around, but you kept pushing him forward.

Once you were out of the garage, you saw JJ’s bike parked in the gravel. “C’mere,” JJ said softly. You looked up at him just before he put his helmet on you. “I, uh, I liked that you told the dad the truth…” he added as he fastened the strap beneath your chin. “Well, if this date is successful, he’d find out eventually,” you explain. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he hired you with the intention of marrying me off to you, so…”

JJ chuckled before swinging his leg over his bike. “Hold on tight, cupcake.”

You were grateful for the helmet, it hid your blush as you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

JJ took you back to the Chateau, only it looked different. You had heard rumors that there was a hot tub, but you had never seen it for yourself before now. And the big tree in the back year was covered in fairy lights, while Kie sat beside a bonfire; she quickly stood when she heard the rev of JJ’s bike. 

JJ helped you off his bike and you two walked over to join Kie, who was struggling to hold back a smile. “Hey… I hope it’s not too much, I wanted it to look nice,” Kie said, vaguely gesturing to the scene behind her. “It’s beautiful… John B doesn’t mind that we’re using his house for our date?” you asked. “Nah, he’s cool with it. Him and Sarah are staying at a hotel over on Figure Eight for the night,” JJ answered. You started to look around, mesmorized by the twinkling of the fairy lights, and your heart swelled knowing Kie and JJ did all this just to make it nice for you.

Kie had made you dinner, a family recipe she claimed. “I just figured you were probably tired of pizza,” she said bashfully when you complimented the taste. The three of you ate together, JJ told you the story of how he and Kie met, then you told Kie about JJ’s first day working for your dad, how he fumbled a battery change because he had never worked on that type of car before. “Y’know, she told her dad she was coming on a date with us,” JJ mentioned. Kie’s eyes widened, her eyes were smiling despite the fact that she was chewing. “You did?” she asked after she swallowed. “Yeah… he’s pretty chill, and I figured… there’s a good chance he’ll be seeing both of you around.” Something about that made Kie blush.

After dinner, JJ was strumming mindlessly on his guitar while you and Kie made s’mores for dessert. “Do you like ‘em golden brown or burnt?” Kie asked, offering to cook yours for you. “Cremated.” Kie’s face scrunched up in disgust as she let out a laugh. You didn’t mind the teasing, you just thought she looked so pretty. Then it occurred to you, this was a date, you didn’t have to hold back. You tucked a piece of hair behind her ear so you could get a better look at her face, then place that hand on her thigh. Her skin felt warm from the fire, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Kie had a proud smile on her face, but her attention stayed on the task at hand: making you a s’more.

Sometime while your attention was on Kie roasting a marshmallow, JJ moved over to sit closer to the two of you, and now you sat between them shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t listen to Kie, burnt is best,” JJ said, making you smile. “You only think that because you’re incapable of not burning a marshmallow,” Kie shot back, just as she brought the on-fire marshmallow up to her lips to blow out, before sticking it right back in the fire, turned slightly. 

You felt JJ put his arm around you and you turned your head to look up at him, smiling. His eyes moved between yours, before flickering down to your lips. You thought he looked so beautiful in the light of the fire and twinkling lights.

When Kie finished making your s’more she handed it to you with a smile, a smile that made you feel warm inside. You thanked her before biting it; she had made it perfect. “Oh, hold on,” JJ said, causing you to turn to look at him with wide, unknowing eyes. He held your chin still before licking the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, you had a little something there.”

His eyes once again moved between yours before suddenly he was leaning in again, pressing his lips to yours. “JJ!” Kie scolded. “We said we’d take it slow.”

JJ pulled away, licking his bottom lip. “You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry. We don’t want to rush things with you.”

You turned back to look at Kie, her eyes were wide with worry, worry that JJ had already scared you off.

“What if… What if I don’t want to take it slow?” you asked, taking Kie by surprise. She looked past you to JJ. “Then I’d say,” JJ spoke up, stealing your attention once again. “It’s the perfect time to get in the hot tub.”

You looked back to Kie, to see what she thought. She looked between you and JJ, then without a word she lifted her shirt over her head. You turned back to JJ, and he was now standing, lifting his shirt over his head, so you followed their lead. 

JJ quickly got in first, but Kie waited for you, then held her hand out for you to take as you both got in together. The jets felt good on your back, but Kie’s touch felt better as she trailed her hand up your arm. “Can I kiss you?” you heard yourself ask before you could stop yourself. The question made Kie smile before she scooted even closer to you, her hand now resting on your shoulder. You brought your hand up to her cheek, pulling her closer before pressing your lips to hers. 

The kiss very quickly became hungry, but then suddenly Kie pulled away, and before you could even process it, she leaned over to press her lips to JJ. You had noticed their physical intimacy had slowed since all of this started, all the way back in June, but you had to admit now that you you weren’t forcing yourself to look away, you found it hot to watch, and wondered if they felt the same way.

When Kie and JJ pulled away, his eyes, dark and clouded, fell to you next. You felt like you were under a spell as you moved towards him, both his hands coming to cup your cheeks and pull your face towards hims before he pressed his lips to yours. Your hands found his shoulders before sliding down his chest. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, and Kie took advantage of your available lips.

Your whole body was starting to burn from within, and being in the hot tub was becoming too much. “Wanna go… inside?” you mumbled between kisses. Kie pulled away, and so did JJ, and suddenly you were worried you had said the wrong thing. Kie’s eyes were searching yours, but you didn’t know for what. Then JJ stood up, shaking his hair like a wet dog, before holding both his hands out. You took one, while Kie took the other, and the three of you got out slowly, only to practically race each other inside. 

The second the bedroom door was closed, someone’s lips were on yours, but you didn’t see whose, and you didn’t really care. “JJ!” Kie’s voice scolded before your kiss ended. “Sorry, he’s always like that. Eager.” “I don’t mind…” you answered honestly, and Kie smiled, before sitting on the bed. “Have you ever done it before?” Kie asked as JJ sat beside her. “Sex? Yeah, I’ve had sex.” “A threesome,” JJ corrected. “Oh! Uh… no actually, have you?” 

A proud smile came over JJ’s face. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but-” “I haven’t either,” Kie quickly interjected. “And I’ve never been with a woman before, so… I’m sorry if I’m bad at it,” she giggled a little, but you could tell she was genuinely insecure. You wanted to make her feel better.

“Well, I’ve been with women before. And I’ve been told I’m a good teacher,” you say softly. Kie’s eyes moved up and down your figure before she nodded. You sat down on the other side of her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before lurching forward to press your lips to hers. Her hands moved to rest against your thigh, but they froze there, even as the kiss deepened.

“You can touch me,” you whispered between kisses, then looked to JJ, whose eyes were focused on where you and Kie were connecting. “You can too,” you added before kissing down to Kie’s neck. She let out a soft moan, a sound you never wanted to stop hearing. Kie’s hands hesitantly moved, first sliding up to hold your waist, then to cup your breasts over your bra. To encourage her, you left out a soft sound of approval, and let your hands move down to her thighs, sliding them up slowly. 

You felt the weight on the bed shift and dip, and you quickly turned to see JJ sitting on the other side of you. “Don’t let me distract you, baby, keep going,” he said softly. It was all so hot, you had never felt this hungry for touch. As if he could read your mind, JJ’s hand landed on your thigh, and you felt his lips on your shoulder as he watched you mark up his girlfriend, your girlfriend? That was still kind of unclear. 

You let your fingers ghost over Kie’s panties, then softly rubbed her through them, you could feel how wet she was when you pushed down, and fuck it turned you on. You felt JJ’s finger slide over the back of your bra strap, so you spare him another look to give him a nod, telling him he could take it off, and he did, helping you slide the straps down your arm. When Kie saw this, she reached behind her back to take off her own bra.

“Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?” you practically cooed in Kie’s ear, and she eagerly nodded, scooting back a bit before laying down, and immediately you straddled her lap, your lips returned to her neck, but this time you kissed down her chest before licking the bud of her nipple, then taking it into your mouth while your hand palmed her other breast. 

The sounds that fell from her were heavenly, little whines of pleasure, wordlessly begging for more. You kissed further down her stomach, until you reached the hem of her panties. “Can I take these off?” you asked, slightly out of breath from your own excitement.

Kie nodded fervently, “Yes, please. Need you there.”

Who were you to deny her when she asked so nicely? You slowly peeled them down, guiding them down her legs until they hit the floor. You felt her move and looked up to see JJ now stood beside her, as she started pulling his boxers down. You had looked up just in time to watch his hard cock spring free, and the sight of Kie taking him into her mouth made your mouth water. 

You bit your lip, watching the scene in front of you, before pushing Kie’s thighs apart to kiss up them. Right before you reached her core, you looked up through your eyelashes and found JJ’s eyes on you, so you kept your eyes on his as your tongue slid through Kie’s folds. Even with a dick in her mouth, the moan she let out was loud, which made JJ let out a groan as he fought to keep his eyes open and on you.

You let your tongue move up and down a few times before sliding it into her tight hole, and her head fell back, her hand coming up to stroke JJ’s dick while she regained her composure. “Fuck, that feels so good…” Kie said softly, giving your ego a stroke. 

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, very slightly moving your head, and you slid one finger, then a second into her. You stared in amazement at where your fingers disappeared, and how she clenched around you, and you were jealous for just a moment of JJ for having a dick. 

“She making you feel good, mamas?” JJ asked softly, running a hand through Kie’s hair. Your eyes moved to look at her as she nodded, only capable of making soft moans. “We should be making her feel good, too, don’t you think?” Again Kie just nodded. JJ looked back at you with a smirk, before he moved, disappearing from your sight which allowed you to give your full attention to Kie.

That is until you felt his lips on your shoulder, and slowly move down your back. “Whaddya say, sweet girl? Can I have a taste?” JJ asked. You didn’t want to stop what you were doing, so you looked up to Kie and nodded. “She says yes,” Kie answered for you. You felt JJ’s big hands hold the back of your thighs, just before you felt him move your panties aside, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance, pulling a moan from you that sent vibrations straight to Kie’s core. It felt like a fucked up version of the telephone game. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet, y/n,” JJ grunted, as his hand came down on your ass with a slap, his fingers kneeding the flesh. “Got this turned on just from eating our girlfriend out?”

Oh. You thought. I guess it’s not unclear. 

JJ’s tongue slid into your pussy as he tried to lap up the juices of your arousal, then his tongue moved to doing circles around your clit, then to flicking the bud with his tongue before his lips wrapped around it.

Fuck he was good at that. But you couldn’t let him distract you, not when you could feel how close Kie was. You starting pumping your fingers faster, then slowly added a third finger, switching back to using your tongue on her clit. 

“Close, close, fuck!” Kie panted out. You couldn’t help but think she looked angelic with her hair all messy on the pillow, her lidded eyes still so big and eager with a slight pout on her lips. Hearing those words spurred you on, your tongue laying flat to curl up to lap up her juices, but then you felt JJ’s hands grip your hips tighter as he pulled you back to his mouth, vying for your attention. 

With your free hand you reached up to massage her breast, your fingers gently pinching and playing with her nipple, before her hand came down to tangle in your hair, her thighs trying to squeeze together as her breathing picked up, signalling her orgasm.

You slowed your movement, but didn’t stop as she came down from her high, her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths. “Come here, y/n,” Kie breathed out as she slowly sat up. You sat up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion by what she meant, but you obeyed nonetheless. 

Kie’s hands cupped your cheeks as she pressed a kiss to your lips, and it dawned on you that that was the first time she kissed you. “Jayj, you too,” Kie said between kisses. You felt the part of the bed beside you dip down, just before Kie pulled back. You looked over to JJ, and without thinking, leaned over and pulled him down to kiss you. 

JJ’s hands immediately found something to hold onto, one on the back of your head to keep you against him, and the other on your thigh, his thumb making small circles, inching closer and closer to your core. 

“JJ’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” Kie asked, and hearing it took you by surprise so you pulled away, but JJ’s lips kissed down your jaw to your neck. Once you processed the words, and thought about it for a moment, you nodded, and she smiled, going in for another quick kiss. When you two pulled away, she guided you to lay back against her, your head leaning against her shoulder.

JJ’s hand slid down your stomach to your underwear, and after you gave him the nod of approval, he pulled them down. JJ used his thumb to spread you open and get a good look, which would have made you feel bashful if Kie wasn’t currently playing with your hard nipples. Her breath hitting your ear was turning you on, which was something new for you.

JJ slid his fingers through your folds, collecting the juices before coating his dick with them. When JJ leaned down, he first pressed a kiss to Kie’s lips, then yours as his hands opened your legs for him. You felt him line up at your entrance, before slowly his tip slid into you, making you gasp.

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but you had been honest when you told Kie and Sarah you had mostly dated girls, it had been a while since you had been with a man.

“JJ’s kinda big, he’s gotta go slow, baby,” Kie whispered in your ear as she continued palming your breasts. 

Kinda was an understatement, JJ had at least two inches on the guys you’d been with previously. 

“She can take it, baby, I know she can,” JJ praised, slowly sliding in more. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, princess, you feel so good.”

Hearing JJ’s praises spurred you on, you wanted to make him proud. “Please, J, more, I can take it,”

JJ smirked, “See, Kie, told ya.”

Your head fell back on her shoulder as you started to feel the stretch. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Kie’s soft voice encouraged you, and you felt her press a kiss to the side of your head. God, if threesomes always felt this good, you’d never turn one down again.

That’s when it really hit you: this wasn’t just a threesome, this was your first time with your new girlfriend, and your new boyfriend.

When JJ finally bottomed out, you let out a soft whine, turning your head and puckering your lips. The sight made Kie smile before she kissed you, one of her hands cupping her cheek while the other slid down your body to play with your sensitive bud. 

You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as JJ started moving his hips, starting off slow but picking up speed. 

“You look so fucking hot right now, y/n,” Kie mumbled against your skin, her lips moving to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Both of you look so fucking hot- fuck I could cum now,” JJ panted his hand sliding up your body to give your breasts attention since Kie was preoccupied with your clit. 

You had only had one previous sexual partner able to get you to climax, and even when you were by yourself, it took at least half an hour to get there, but this, this was an entirely new sensation, one that was getting you closer and closer after only just starting.

“Fuck, you gonna cum on my cock? I can feel ya squeezin’ the shit outta me,” JJ said softly, his southern accent coming out thicker. 

“I wanna see you cum on his dick,” Kie whispered in your ear, and it was what sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as your body went limp in Kie’s arms.

“Shit- Fuck!” JJ exclaimed before you felt him pull out, fisting his cock until his cum shot out on your chest. Your mind was still hazy from your orgasm, but you felt a sense of pride in knowing you made him cum. “I’m sorry- I didn’t have time- to ask where- to cum,” JJ pant outed between breaths. 

“‘S okay,” you mumbled.

“I think she liked it, Jayj,” Kie spoke up, before leaning forward to wipe your chest with her finger, licking the cum clean off. “You want a taste?” 

You didn’t even think, just nodded, and Kie wiped the rest off your chest before sliding her finger past your lips. You hollowed your cheeks and kept your eyes on hers while you sucked it clean.

“Fuuuuuck,” JJ breathed out, running a hand through his hair. The second Kie’s finger retracted from your mouth, JJ turned your chin to make you look at him before he pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

“You took him so well, baby, made us proud,” Kie praised, leaning over to kiss your neck. God you swore you could’ve melted right then and there. 

“I’m so fucking glad we played truth or dare,” JJ said after you two pulled away, making you giggle.

“Think John B’s gonna be mad we fucked in his bed?” you asked. “Considering I told him we were using the chateau for a movie night, we could just wash the sheets and not say anything,” JJ replied. “Yeah they don’t need to know where we fucked, just that y/n’s our girlfriend now,” Kie added, and the words fell so easily for her, the simple action made your heart swell.

JJ could be grateful that he suggested the game of truth or dare, but you were grateful you told your dad to hire him.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I turned my coworker in for using his phone?

☎️ for obvious reasons.

So I’m gonna put this up front: this isn’t actually about the phone, it’s about the coworker. The phone is just convenient.

Our players are me (35 AFAB), Coworker A (~30 M), Supervisor C (N/A M), D (N/A F), and L (N/A F).

So first, the reason I have beef with A: he has never had a conversation with me that didn’t involve hitting on me and/or inappropriate questions. These have included demanding to know who I voted for, how my paycheck is delivered, whether I’m in a throuple with my roommates, and whether I have a boyfriend, which wouldn’t be weird except it was literally the first question he ever asked me—he didn’t even know my name yet. After I yelled at him over the voting thing because he refused to take “I don’t discuss politics at work” for an answer FOUR TIMES, he tried to break my glasses when I put them down so I could put on my safety goggles.

You may be wondering why I haven’t turned A in for harassment, ESPECIALLY after the glasses incident. I have. The problem is, he’s very good at looking pathetic and saying “I was just _________.” In this case, he was just looking at my glasses (never mind that you shouldn’t be playing with someone else’s expensive medical device!), and just making conversation. In spite of the fact that he was ignoring his trainee and distracting me from my work, he somehow got away with this. After a few of my screwdrivers went missing the same day he went pawing through them and he broke my brand-new pen, C told him to stop having anything to do with me, that his attention WAS NOT WELCOME.

Now we get to L and D. They’re two of our coworkers who can solve just about any problem you have. Ever since A was warned off, I’ve noticed that if I’m working with L or D, suddenly A needs all kinds of help that keeps bringing him over to our machine, and he always seeks out help from whoever it is I’m working with—if I’m with L he’ll go to L, if I’m with D he’ll go to D. If you’re a dude and think I’m overreacting, go ask a couple of the women in your life—you probably know someone who’s had similar experiences. (And for the record, another coworker I only know to say hello to has commented that his behavior toward me makes her feel like “he wants to wear your skin or something.”) I don’t think A is actively dangerous, but he’s very clearly a creep—especially because he also has a girlfriend and baby and still keeps doing this.

Now we get to the phone. I work in a factory where we’re not allowed to have phones on the floor because we work with food product and a phone dropping in a box is a huge contamination issue, on top of which distraction at my job can lead to life-changing, possibly even life-threatening injuries. (I was on a machine that threw its chain drive once and the only reason I didn’t lose an eye is because there happened to be another machine piece between me and the snap.) So: phones are a big no. Management will look the other way for people in extenuating circumstances, like having a sick kid at home, but in those cases your phone is to remain in your pocket and if it rings and you need to answer, you have to leave the floor.

I have caught A texting FOUR TIMES in the last month. Once I caught the words on his phone screen, and he was making plans for a party. That’s definitely not extenuating circumstances, and twice I’ve found his phone in the product catch tray.

So: very against rules that are there for the safety of us and our end users, and if I turn him in he’s going to get a writeup and possibly even a termination, which would mean I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. On the other hand, if he gets fired for violating safety standards he’ll have a hard time getting new work, and his baby doesn’t deserve hardship just because Dad is a creeper. Also, while I don’t carry my phone on the floor, I worry that turning him in could lead to a blanket ban that affects those in extenuating circumstances, because I’m almost positive he’d try “I was just checking on the baby” as his excuse.

WIBTA?

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Paradise Entwined - An EZ Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

So, guys. Here it is! Enjoy some throuple fun! 

Words - 1,961

Warnings - M/F/M (inc. m/m sex acts) threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

His sweaty chest heaves with effort as he shunts forward, you behind him, matching his pace, rooted deep in him, the soaking strap on opening him as your one hand strokes his chest, the other reaching around his body, your hand and his on Manny, both working his cock while EZ glides steadily into him.  

“The man with the prettiest eyelashes in the world looks very, very happy,” you hum softly, resting your chin on EZ’s shoulder as you look at Manny adoringly, winking, your hand squeezing over the head of his cock, feeling it pulse against the dual grip.  

“Yeah,” he groans, his voice all smouldering smoke. “Happy don’t fuckin’ cut it. Euphoria, baby girl. That’s where I’m at.”  

“Same.” EZ grits, your fingers pinching at his nipple before your hand moves to gently clasp his throat, your lips pressing kisses against where his pulse flutters madly, sinking into him a little harder. He grunts, his body stiffening, your teeth crushing against his throat in a dominant bite as you moan, nuzzling him.  

“That’s it, my handsome man. Fall apart on this cock for me.” A blaze of pleasure streaks through him as you rut him faster, his groan rich and indulgent as he shudders his way to orgasm, his heart thundering beneath where your hand moves to stroke. It takes him a few moments to come back from such a high after you’ve pulled out, casting the strap on onto the floor, EZ mumbling something about needing to go and cool down as you move astride Manny, taking his hardness into the soaking mess of your cunt as you hear the shower being switched on.  

“Gonna try not to think of him in there all naked and wet,” you mumble, leaning to kiss him.  

“Yeah, I’d say we should follow him, but fuck, darlin’. Not when I got you right here on top of me. Gon’ make that pretty little ass bounce, and give you lots of kisses while I do.” He pulls you down against him, his mouth meeting yours, heavenly sin exchanged as he begins to fuck up into you with long, hard thrusts, your ass smacking against his thighs. The feeling of being filled sends little shocks skittering through your veins, your hunger to be fucked sated beautifully, mouths locked in a feral clash, his thumb reaching between you to draw tight circles over your clit as you rock against him.  

It sends you soaring, your pent-up arousal breaking like a surge of water decimating a dam, hollering as you push up from his chest, grinding down on him with forceful gusto, his cock spilling into you deep, leaving you boneless and mindless in the aftermath. You’re so fucked out that you lie tucked in at his side, EZ returning to join you, falling asleep between their warmth to doze. A time later, and you’re awoken by the hot press of kisses all over your warm skin, Manny’s mouth at your neck as EZ’s slips down between your legs, his tongue delving into your folds with a hungry grunt.  

That rolling lick has you quivering, your hips juddering, Manny’s mouth lowering to scatter kisses over your abdomen, his lips meeting EZ’s, sharing kisses gilded in smouldering embers.

“Mmm, I love the way she tastes on your mouth,” the former groans, kissing him again, his fingers moving to stroke over your clit, keeping your fires sizzling. Like the sight of them kissing isn’t doing that enough. You could watch them all over one another for indefinite periods of time, and have, lying next to them while touching yourself, a captive audience to the sumptuously erotic sight of them fucking. “Love you, fucking love kissing you, but let’s get back to the princess, save her complaining.”  

EZ nuzzles him, kissing his forehead, the sight making your heart swell before his mouth returns to your folds, bathing you in incessant licks, hot and sweeping, Manny laying soft kisses down your thigh. They then alternate, EZ moving his mouth to kiss your inner thigh, Manny’s tongue taking over, beating on your clit with sumptuous rapidity, your moans stirring their lust, two sets of beautiful, dark eyes watching your body, how you react, adjusting to suit, but maybe not as much as you need them to.

“Look at that pretty little hole clenching,” EZ moans, Manny aiming a firm lick to it, gliding up to your clit again, the very tip flicking quickly as your soft cries fill the air. “Begging for something to fill it.” He brings his finger to you, circling at your opening, teasing, Manny’s tongue fluttering over your bud so softly, you can feel yourself pouring, EZ just about breaching you, his teeth nipping your thigh gently.  

“Menace.”

He laughs, moving his mouth to Manny’s neck, laying kisses down his throat. “Yeah, guilty.”  

“Feels good when he is, though, don’t it, mamas?” Manny asks, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, giving you a little more, your hips jolting against his face.  

“Mmmm.” Your blissed-out moan echoes out from your parted lips, EZ finally taking mercy on you and sliding his finger all the way in, curling it, stroking your g spot as Manny continues to work your clit, the absolute divinity of it sending little swells of nirvana tumbling through you. One finger becomes two, a third sliding in, then a fourth, watching you parted wide around him, the rapid beat of Manny’s tongue sending you into skies of cloudless bliss, your hand clasped at the back of his head as he licks you to a truly beautiful ruin.

“Are you having fun down there, seeing if you can get a whole hand inside of me?” you purr, gritting a little bit, EZ looking at Manny and nodding in the direction of the lube bottle, the latter reaching for it and passing it down the bed, EZ wetting his hand thoroughly.  

“For what I have in mind, yeah.”

You raise an eyebrow. “With you, that could be anything!”

He chuckles softly, pushing against you a little harder, his lust tripling as his knuckles begin to vanish within you. “I want to get you all stretched out, enough to take us both right up here in this beautiful little cunt.” His lips press a kiss to your clit, winking at you he runs a slow circle around it with his tongue, Manny moving to kiss sugared embers at your neck.  

“It’d be so hot, if you could,” he groans, fingertips stroking your face.

You shrug slightly, beginning to smile. “I’ll try anything once.”

“Five times a week going forward if you like it?” EZ’s words have you both laughing, pushing a little harder against you, your muscles stretching to accommodate him, your body willing to it, his fingertips pattering against your walls, sending little tingles through your entire core. “Jesus, that’s virtually my entire hand up in you. God, that looks so hot.” His pillowy lips wrap your clit in a warm suck, pleasure streaking through you, his hand easing back and forth as you share kisses with Manny, your hand slipping down to grasp his cock, tugging deftly over the silken iron of him, pulling grunts from his throat.  

You feel very, very empty when EZ gently removes his hand, coming to lie on his side next to you, lifting your leg over his hip. You feel a little nervous, and he sees it in your eyes, dousing his cock in lube before he passes the bottle to Manny to do the same. “Don’t be scared, love. You know we’ll stop instantly if it hurts. Mmmm, I love you so much, my gorgeous darling.”  

“I know, baby. I trust you,” you whisper, turning your head to Manny, receiving a smouldering kiss of the deepest affection. “You, too.” To start with, it’s just EZ who slips within you, giving you a few minutes of slow arrowing as he kisses you, his mouth finding Manny’s, the latter’s hand wandering down to rub at your clit, stroking EZ’s cock as it slips back and forth. He then retreats until he’s shallowly still in you, Manny’s body pressed tight against your back as you feel his fingers reach down to the soaking mess of your pussy, his lips peppering kisses upon your shoulder.

Those fingers scissor you wide, the head of his cock pushing in, his hand retreating to grasp the base of himself, ready to guide in further, but remaining in pause after hearing you hiss a breath quietly. You’re so eager to take them both, but god. It’s such a stretch. “S’okay, mamas. Relax, we gotchu.” he whispers, kissing your cheek softly, EZ keeping completely still, the feeling of your warmth surrounding him along with the tight press of Manny’s cock a little overwhelming for a moment.  

“You okay if I move again?” Manny asks, his fingertips circling your nipple, kissing your neck as he arches his against the tickle of EZ’s fingers, turning his head to suck them.  

“Yes, but slowly.”  

He nuzzles you gently. “Of course, baby girl.” He inches in carefully, pushing gently against the resistance of your muscles, stopping immediately when you whimper. “I’m sorry, querida. You’re doing so well. We don’t gotta rush it, though. I’ll just say here until you’re ready.” His hand moves from his cock, fingertips beginning to swirl over your clit, that little glimmer of pleasure misting up your spine, Manny knowing it’ll relax you. He feels your walls flutter and slacken, your mouth leaving EZ’s to turn back to him.

“Okay. I’m ready for you to fill me now.” Your words, although so sweetly delivered, your voice soft, submissive to them both, it makes fire flicker in the very depths of him, but he doesn’t let it blaze, slowly pushing up into you, EZ beginning to move too. “Keep going.” Your instruction spurs them both on when your little hisses bring them to a halt, both carefully inching up into you, until you’re completely full.

“Mmmm, good girl,” EZ praises, kissing you with heat. “Fuck, that feels so amazing, with you right up against me, too.” he then adds to Manny, their mouths meeting.  

“Yeah... it... fuck. Sex drunk.” His mumble makes you both laugh quietly, EZ kissing him again.  

“Love you, mijo.”

“Love you right back, Ezekiel.” He strokes his face, nuzzling him before moving back to you, kissing you with a little more force, EZ’s mouth at your neck. “And shit, how we love our pretty little princess.”

And you feel that love in waves as they gently, so gently, move in slow tandem against one another inside you, the sensation sizzling over your nerves, a summer bloom chasing the spring frost away, the lewd squelch of them both jointly fucking you, coupled with your moans, the most sinful orchestra you’ve ever heard. The pleasure of it surges, neurons blazing, little shocks jumping from nerve ending to nerve ending, Manny’s fingers still stroking your clit as he gently bites your neck, your tongue rolling against EZ’s as you kiss each other with scorching need.  

They gain a little momentum, but it doesn’t shift up any faster than sumptuously slow, the velvet of your cunt fluttering around them as you begin to pant, lightning striking and sending bolts right up your spine as you cry out, taking them with you, all three of you staggered by how it felt to cum constricted together in such a tight, loving, hedonistically erotic bind.

They both gently slip from you, but your bodies remain close, hands stroking one another as once again, you feel yourself settling into sleep. This time, though, they join you, kissing you, whispering their love, until the three of you sink into dreamy bliss together.  

[geralts-yenn]

Bubbles

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Just some morning bliss and Melot and Mike being stupid. Yeah, and smut, of course. 

warnings: vaginal fingering, anal fingering (M receiving) oral (F/M, M/F ), vaginal sex, cream pie

word count: 842

A/N: I promised some more glimpses into the life of Nina, Mel and Mike and this is the first one.

And as the wonderful @ellethespaceunicorn celebrates their birthday today,... This is for you, Elle ❤ You're such a great supporter for me, and you're a wonderful person, and I am so, so glad that I have you in my life 😘

I know you love my little throuple, so I hope I can make you happy with this. Because you deserve all the happiness ❤

Your head was resting on Mikey's stomach, and even if you were still half asleep, you couldn't keep your hands to you, slowly brushing your fingers along his cock. 

As they made their way up to his tip, you played with the metal ring that pierced his flesh.

A hiss came from Mike and your head shot up to check on him. “Did I hurt you?” you asked, but the look on your boyfriend's face told you, you had nothing to be sorry for. A smirk was plastered on his beautiful face.

“Quite the contrary, Mel! Go on!” Your head went back to its place on Mike's tummy, and you resumed your explorations.  

When you circled the sensitive skin at the root of his head, you noticed the bead forming at his pierced slit. And another one on the other side of the canal that held the titanium ring. 

You were about to dart out your tongue and lick them from his soft skin when you noticed something that made you hesitate.

“Uhm, Mike, is your pre-cum supposed to make bubbles?” Yeah, this was one of those sentences you would have never guessed you'd use. 

Mike let out a loud laugh, making his dick bounce between your fingers.

“It sometimes happens,” he reassured you. Heat crawled up your neck, and you felt your ears reddening, feeling stupid to ask something like that. 

But Mike sensed your discomfort and combed his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

“I didn't know either. First time I noticed it, I panicked, totally freaked out, to be honest. And Google wasn't really helpful at all. You don't want to know what I saw. So I had to call the piercing studio and embarrass myself another time. I should get used to getting into situations like this by now.” 

Now both of you were chuckling. Which apparently made your girlfriend curious. Nina's head appeared in the door frame, her eyebrows shooting up as she saw Melot hovering over Mike's cock. “What are you two up to?” she asked with a mischievous smirk. And without waiting for an answer, she crawled onto the bed, kissing Mike first before she moved down to you. When she pulled away from your lips, your smirk reappeared on your face.

“Look at this, Nina!” you told her and moved Mike's dick over to her face. “Pre-cum bubbles!” You sounded as if it were the cutest thing you had ever seen. And somehow it was. 

Nina just giggled and shook her head. “Can't you just suck dick like normal people?” she asked the two of you, and then her tongue lapped over Mikey's tip, licking up all the bubbles. 

Mike let out a moan and retorted: “I was about to complain that you two should stop staring and start sucking. Thank you, Nina!” 

Encouraged by Mike, Nina's mouth closed around his cock, making yours twitch while watching her moving up and down on him. You rose on your knees and pulled Nina's leg over Mike. Her pussy hovering over his face, you grabbed the elastics of her panties and just ripped them from her hips, making both Mike and Nina moan. Mike bit on his lip as he watched you working Nina open with your fingers. 

“Fuck!” You were somewhere between shouting and growling when Mike finally took pity on you and his hand wrapped around your throbbing cock. 

The three of you moved in a steady rhythm, both chasing your own high and trying your best to make the others feel just as good. 

Mike guided you to kneel behind Nina and rubbed the tip of your cock along her wet folds.

“Oh yes, please, I need a cock inside of me!” Nina pleaded, and so you pushed forwards, stretching her open. 

To add to the sensation, Mike leaned his head up, his mouth alternating between lapping on Nina's clit, enticing the sweetest sounds out of her, and sucking your balls. Right when you thought you couldn't handle any more of this without cuming, you heard the familiar sound of lube getting pressed out of the plastic bottle. And the next moment there was this cold, sloppy wetness between your cheeks that you both anticipated and feared.

“Breathe!” Mike told you, and so you did, trying to relax. You felt his finger enter you. Damn, this was just so much. You desperately sank your teeth into Nina's shoulder, trying to distract you from the tension that was building inside of you. But as Mike added a second finger and pumped them into your sensitive canal, you couldn't hold back anymore. 

You threw your head back, grunting through gritted teeth as you filled Nina's pussy with your seed. After another few slow pumps where Nina milked the last drops of cum from you, you withdrew yourself, trying to catch a breath and process the overstimulation. 

Sitting back on your heels, you watched as Mike grabbed Nina's hips, pulled her down onto his mouth and licked your cum out of her sweet little pussy.

[miyaagis]

ok so I just read everything related to your Kurro cheating universe (over three times) and let me just say I'm hooked! I honestly would do ANY thing for Yuko or Kuroo… I'm a simply BI poly girl what can I say… A pretty lady says something I'm at her beck and call. offhandedly say you're hungry… Already ordered the best food I know of. Want to go shopping? Forget hating it because of my ADHD lets go (I even know my husbands pins and stole his wallet). I'll even let her play dress up with me and Kuroo can get his own personal fashion show from the both of us. You want to get back at Kuroo for not treating either was us right (like why am I, the wife, stuck using a condom with him…) I'll agree to anything… Have him catch us together, I'm on board! Torture him by ignoring him and it just being us sure… want to make this a throuple yes please!!! I'd do anything to be sandwiched between two pretty people. It might just be my brain going crazy after reading the same few poly fics I like so many times, specally since there's like no good f/f/m ones, but I can't help it. I know it probaly won't go that way but come hell or high water I'd do anything to torture Kuroo and be with Yuko too… Give him a taste of his own medacine of going crazy and wonder when everything started and if he's good enough while also being stuck horny and watching. I think I couldn't stop think this too since Yuko also wants Kuroo's love/attention but doesn't seem to mind the wife to much, but Y/n also want's his love and affection and you mentioned Yuko might know/have a feeling Y/n knows in another post. I could see it ending up poly and both going crazy by competing with eachother and Kuroo lossing both but honestly I feel like they could easily avoid this by not making it a competion for his attetion or love. He could easily spoil both of them and they could honestly spoil eachother in situations and not even need to compete for him when they can also get attention from eachother…

Sorry this is so long and I hope it makes sense... I went a little crazy...

omg hihi, no need to apologize !

your scenario definitely would be the ideal one lol like, if they made it work and settled into a throuple, kuroo would win cuz he gets to keep both women. and if Yuko and y/n are into each other, then it's also a win for them. I think they'd have so much fun teasing and teaming up against him

it's a very good scenario, the healthiest one I'd say haha

[mercurygray]

Fic writer interview

Thank you to @hesbuckcompton-baby for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 102, but I only started posting there in 2014. There is more fic dating back much farther on my ff.net account.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,035,887

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Darkening Sky - Band of Brothers She dealt her pretty words like blades - Little Women (2019) Waited for and Wanted - House of the Dragon More than a Team - Band of Brothers At Home, Alone - Prodigal Son

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! The way I figure, you've taken the time to write me something (and not everyone does) and the least I can do is say thank you, and maybe weigh in with some extra piece of lore or process.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I never finished writing this ending, but one of my TURN fics, La Fille du Regiment, was going to end with my character Margaret Frances running away from the character who was in love with her. They met in the middle of a war, and he was married, and she just wasn't convinced that it was ever going to work in her favor. So she ran away, and quickly married someone else who'd expressed interest earlier in the story. (There was also the small matter of her getting pregnant, which changed the time-table some.) Margaret was going to meet her love interest again some thirty years later and have him realize that the man with her is, in fact, his son, whom he'd never known about.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? A Rose Among the Briars is my big LOTR fic and I think really does have the happiest ending - Boromir doesn't die, gets married to a lovely woman, has kids, and lives happily ever after.

Do you write crossovers? I am a multi-verse madwoman. I love crossovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? YES. A Rose Among the Briars got some fun comments back in the day, including one particularly memorable comment from a woman who lambasted me for writing an OC who was younger than Boromir because 'he wouldn't go for that'.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? When the mood strikes me! I've written a lot of M/F smut and a tiny taster of M/M/F throuple things.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have! A Rose Among the Briars was translated into French (at least partially) by someone who just loved the story.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! I used to do a lot of tag-team writing via instant messenger with several friends - they'd write a line, and you'd write a line back. It was a really, really interesting way to write and it sent scenes in very different and fun directions. Stopping to clarify things, or ask where they wanted something to go was really instructive.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I think in terms of the volume of fic I wrote for them, my favorite ship has to be Emma Green and Henry Hopkins, from Mercy Street. I just really liked their character dynamic - he was the chaplain at a military hospital, trying to wrestle with past mistakes and what his role was in a war where he wasn't carrying a gun, and she was the privledged daughter of a wealthy slaveholder trying to find her place in a world that was changing all around her. Both of them had these really meaty moral storylines and there was just a lot of opportunity for poetry and scripture and longing glances and forbidden love and it was just really, really good.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have this throuple thing I started writing for MOTA that will probably never see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths? People have told me recently that they really like my dialogue, and my ability to really capture canon character voices as true to form. I was also told I have an uncanny ability to introduce people and immediately make you care about them, which I'm pretty proud of.

What are your writing weaknesses? Keeping things short.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I actually kind of like it! I speak a little bit of French, and some Italian, but I always try to check with a native speaker if I'm adding whole lines in a different language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings. And that fic is still on ff.net if you want to go read it. I keep it there to keep me humble.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I honestly can't think of one! Because I do so much shorter format stuff here on my tumblr, if I have an idea it usually ends up getting written!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I am the most proud of The Darkening Sky. It was a three and a half year labor of love and far and away the most 'successful' thing I've ever written, but I gained so many new friends and people who just really loved the characters I created and I actually finished it! I'm notorious for not finishing big projects.

Tagging @mads-weasley, @latibvles, @basilone, @softguarnere, @softspeirs, @noneedtoamputate and anyone else who's writing fic for Masters of the Air right now!

[vixstarria]

Bloodbang Chronicles - Chapter 10 - Halsin

Chapter summary: A reunion with an old friend, and some sweet, tender memories of getting railed by him

Chapter word count: 4k

Chapter CW: F/M/M threesome, anal (and just so we’re clear, Astarion is the one who gets dicked down)

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Series summary:

Five years have passed since the confrontation with the Netherbrain. Astarion and his warlock lover, Asmodea, are living it up in Baldur’s Gate, running a cabaret. Their life of decadence and debauchery seems idyllic, until Asmodea’s patron disrupts it with a proposal. One that seems too good to be true. One they cannot refuse.

Pairing: Astarion x Original Female Character

Genre: Humor / adventure / smut

Rating: Explicit

...I feel I should do an additional disclaimer before we start.

As you may or may not remember from a brief mention all the way back in Chapter 1, Asmodea, Astarion and Halsin were once a throuple. Their relationship begins in A Night at the Inn. I have also just posted Sweat, a companion fic for this chapter, which talks about the progression of their relationship. Both fics are, of course, heavy smut. Check them out!

Anyway. Enjoy!

“Where is home?” 

“Elversult,” said Asmodea. “Or, as everyone I’ve ever mentioned the town name to likes to joke, Elvenslut.” 

As the sky began to colour an alarming (for Astarion, that is) shade of pink with the approaching dawn, Astarion and Asmodea stood before what appeared to be a massive patch of stinging nettle, admiring Asmodea's handiwork. No one in their right mind would set foot anywhere near the towering, sprawling growth.  

“This is hag magic,” said Astarion. “Is there something I need to know about you?” 

Asmodea snorted. 

“Hag magic is fey,” she responded. “A clever trick, thank you,” she added, the latter words clearly not meant for Astarion.  

Astarion took another look at the brightening sky, sighed and walked into the nettle. The illusion around their tent dissolved for him, and he entered what would be his shelter until dusk. Asmodea followed him, to ensure everything worked as intended, before retreating again to finish off some errands in the daylight.  

They would proceed this way for the majority of their journey, whenever they couldn't take shelter for the day elsewhere.  

Astarion and Asmodea reached Reithwin the following night, without any mishaps.  

Halsin had been informed about their arrival ahead of time, and would be waiting. He had stayed in the area, helping to rebuild the city, and creating a community for orphans and misfits who did not otherwise have a home to return to. He found himself, once again, in a leadership position, though this time it seemed to provide a sense of fulfilment. 

They had fallen out of contact with him, somewhat. It wasn't for their own lack of trying - the druid was simply abysmal with keeping up with written correspondence, and loathed visiting Baldur's Gate despite the proximity. Still, any time they did see him, it felt as though no time at all had passed since their last encounter.  

They found him on the road at the outskirts of the reclaimed city. An elven woman stood with him - also a wood elf, from what Asmodea could make out of her hair and skin colouring in the fey lights surrounding the pair.  

“Must be his new ladylove,” she commented.  

Astarion made a non-committal sound in response, hastening his step as they approached the other pair - Halsin all open-hearted smile, his companion likewise holding a genuine-looking amiable expression despite, Asmodea hoped, knowing who they were. Asmodea was about to say something, but was cut short, as the next thing she knew, Astarion had flung himself at Halsin and was being held against the druid's massive chest. 

Asmodea smiled at the woman, with a little apologetic shrug. The woman smiled back. Her hands, Asmodea now noticed, were held atop a bump on her abdomen.  

Asmodea frowned, quickly flicking her eyes between the woman’s face, her stomach and Halsin, in rapid succession, before meeting the woman's gaze again, and lifting her eyebrows in silent question.  

The elven woman's smile widened, as she nodded, also still not having said a word. 

Halsin had finally released Astarion, who had been blubbering some nonsense that he probably intended to come off as nonchalant, and approached Asmodea, arms held out in an offered hug. 

She shoved him back, hard but with an uncertain level of success, pushing against his chest with her hands. 

“Halsin, you ridiculous bloody oaf, I can't believe you didn't tell us you were having a baby!!!”

Five years ago, after the defeat of the Netherbrain 

There was a romantic spark between Astarion and Halsin - there was no disputing that. It wasn’t merely that Asmodea was involved with both of them at the same time. However, whereas Astarion’s relationship with Asmodea had begun with commitment-free sex, and gradually unfolded into a genuine intimate connection, it followed a completely different route with Halsin. Asmodea wondered if there may have been some elven courtship at play, the rules of which she was simply unaware of.  

Astarion was often going on about the promiscuity of wood elves, as though his own morals were any different, but thus far he and Halsin had only shared kisses and embraces, seeming to draw the line at that and the occasional lingering caress. They had both been present whilst the other was intimate with Asmodea, but they rarely touched each other remotely sexually, not counting the inevitable semi-involuntary grinding and groping when Astarion drank from Halsin.  

Until that night, that is. 

They had taken to sleeping in a cuddle pile, at least when their sleeping schedules coincided - Halsin was needed during the day, whilst Asmodea had started keeping more to Astarion’s hours, and stayed awake all night with him.  

It was mostly for Astarion’s benefit - Halsin was like a walking furnace, and although Astarion was almost impervious to cold, he did not enjoy it in the least. He was very much like a cat that was always trying to cozy up in a warm spot.  

It was early morning hours, the light barely dawning. Astarion lay on his side between Asmodea and Halsin, his back against the druid’s chest, and his own arms wrapped around Asmodea. That was what she had fallen asleep to, at any case.  

She awoke some time later to some slight movements and the feeling of an erection poking into her stomach.  

She opened her eyes to see Halsin’s fingers tracing the muscles of Astarion’s arm. She heard Astarion sighing softly, and tilted her head slightly to see Astarion lying with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, as Halsin slowly licked and nibbled on Astarion’s ear. The look on Astarion’s face was that of pure unabashed bliss.  

She almost felt like she was intruding on a moment being shared between the two elves. 

Astarion opened his eyes, noticing she was awake. 

“Having fun without me..?” she asked, innocuously. 

Halsin met her eyes with a small smile but didn’t otherwise stop what he was doing, and Astarion gathered her more tightly in his arms, drawing her up into a kiss, his breath quivering.  

Halsin continued to caress Astarion, moving his hand from his arm to run along the side of his torso, as he placed soft kisses down his neck and shoulder.  

Astarion’s hands began to roam Asmodea’s body, as he closed his eyes again, leaning back against Halsin. 

“Touch me,” he whispered, shakily. 

Asmodea felt Halsin’s hand brushing against her skin as it gradually slipped lower and lower down Astarion’s stomach. One of her own arms wrapped around Astarion’s waist, while the other trailed feather-light down his neck, dipping down past his collarbone and into the ridge between his chest muscles. It followed the outline before trailing up until she brushed a hardened nipple, making Astarion release another sigh of pleasure.  

“Do you desire only her touch..?” the druid breathed against Astarion’s ear. “A single word from you and I will stop, if that is your wish.” 

“Both,” Astarion managed, swallowing hard. “I want both of you.” 

Asmodea kissed down his neck, pausing at Astarion’s bite scars.  

They were as sensitive as his ears - it was almost unfair to use this knowledge, though he usually wanted her to. 

“Here..?” she whispered, smiling, stopping just short of the marks, leaving slow, soft kisses around the perimeter of the sensitive area on his neck. 

“Don’t you dare stop, you tease,” he murmured, angling his neck so she had easier access. 

She chuckled and ran her tongue in a light stroke over the scars. Astarion gasped and shuddered, entwining his fingers within her hair. At the same time, Halsin, who had resumed nibbling softly on Astarion’s ear, lowered his hand further, slowly, until he reached Astarion’s cock and began stroking.  

“Gods…” was all Astarion managed, eyes shut, melting in pleasure between his lovers’ caresses.  

Asmodea slid the hand that had been playing with one of Astarion’s nipples lower, trailing her fingers over his abs. 

“Keep going,” he whispered, whimpering. 

His own hands had been wandering aimlessly over her body, wherever they could reach. He now turned halfway around, and reached back to tug on Halsin’s hair behind him, urging the druid toward him, until he pulled him into a greedy kiss, moaning into his mouth. 

Asmodea’s hand continued towards his hips. It was only when she reached them that she realised that Astarion’s underwear was still on. The two elves seemed entirely too preoccupied with each other to take a moment to deal with that, so she slid it down Astarion’s hips herself, until it was low enough for him to be able to impatiently kick it the rest of the way off himself. The druid did the same with his own. 

Asmodea observed them for a few moments, watching Astarion grinding his hips back against the the druid’s; Halsin’s impressive, hardened length pressed against the cleft of Astarion’s ass.  

“Come back here,” Astarion murmured, noticing that she was lingering just watching them. 

She smiled and fell back onto the bed, letting herself be pulled into Astarion’s arms, flush against his body, again.  

“Just keep touching me,” he whispered, hoarsely. 

Her hand joined Halsin’s on Astarion’s cock, running her thumb along the slit of its head, spreading his precum, as Halsin continued to massage his shaft. Astarion released a wanton, throaty moan. 

“Like that?” she purred, teasing, as she rubbed a sensitive spot on the underside of the head. 

“Yes,” he groaned. “Everywhere.” 

Asmodea hummed and let her hand slip lower, gently cupping and tugging on his balls. Halsin had taken over massaging Astarion’s now seeping cock, sucking on his earlobe. 

Astarion thrust into his hand, his moans mounting. 

“Everywhere..?” Asmodea whispered, watching him. 

Astarion made no verbal response, instead just bending his knee at an angle, giving her better access.  

She continued on with her hand, slipping further until she was fingering his hole, applying pressure and rubbing circles around it. 

“Yes…” Astarion mustered, whimpering, his breath shaking, rutting harder, faster, into Halsin’s hand, until abruptly his eyes flew open. “Wait… Wait. Stop.” 

Halsin and Asmodea immediately ceased what they were doing. Halsin tried to lean away and sit up, but Astarion caught his arm before he could do that, and urged the druid back, holding the arm wrapped around himself. 

“Too much?” Asmodea asked with concern.  

Astarion only pulled her into another kiss, his breath still ragged. 

“Just not like this,” he said. 

He rolled his hips back against Halsin’s, grinding against Halsin’s erection.  

“I want to be fucked,” Astarion said in no uncertain terms, albeit with a slight tremble in his voice.  

Halsin hesitated before answering. 

“I might hurt you,” he said, to which Astarion only exhaled a sharp laugh. 

“Have you considered that perhaps I want to be hurt..?” 

“It is not in my nature to do that deliberately, my moonlight,” said Halsin. “But perhaps our bodies will find a compromise regardless of our wills.” 

Asmodea had lost no time in retrieving a vial filled with an oily liquid. They had used it often enough for her own needs.  

The elves stayed on their sides, as Halsin applied the liquid onto his fingers. Asmodea lost sight of the druid’s actions and could only guess what was happening, as Astarion pulled her into a kiss, again, holding her tightly against himself.  

Astarion’s breathing quivered as he rolled his hips, gently, keeping his leaking cock pressed between himself and Asmodea’s abdomen.  

“I’ll stop if you w-” the druid began to murmur, until Astarion interrupted him. 

“Don’t stop, godsdamnit.” 

Halsin only chuckled, resigned, and shortly thereafter Asmodea felt a deeper roll of Astarion’s hips, as he moaned against her lips, his cock twitching between them. 

“More,” he groaned, before long. 

“As you wish,” the druid breathed, returning to nibbling on Astarion’s earlobe.  

A sharp intake of breath, followed by a long, drawn out sigh and a whimper. The way Astarion clutched on to her had Asmodea doubting Astarion’s apparent bravado, if not his resolve. She shifted to lift herself higher on the bed, so his face was at her neck. He promptly buried his nose in it, breathing in her scent, and kissed it.  

“More,” he repeated stubbornly. 

“You are rushing, there is no need.” 

“You know I’m not new to this,” he retorted. “Please… I want to feel you. All of you. I need to.” 

“Very well, my eager cub,” Halsin said in a low rumble, reaching for the vial once again, this time to coat his cock, before returning to lay against Astarion.  

“Why is your heart racing so hard, darling?” Astarion murmured to Asmodea, just before stilling and driving his fingers hard into the flesh of her hips and her back, burying his face in her neck again. A breathless groan escaped from the back of his throat as he gradually loosened his grip on her.  

The druid lay flush against Astarion, breathing hard as he gently, slowly, rolled his hips in subtle movements. Before long, he stilled, simply lying pressed against Astarion, kissing up his neck as both the elves’ breathing calmed. After some moments, he reached to bring Astarion’s leg up by the knee, whispering something into the vampire’s ear in elven, before beginning to thrust his hips at a slow but steady pace.  

Astarion’s moans sounded like a plea, as his hips rolled back to meet the druid’s, greedy and impatient. Meanwhile, he reached for Asmodea, bringing her back down until he he could place more breathless kisses on her lips.  

As the druid thrust into him, Astarion reached to grasp Asmodea’s hand, in a movement that was almost frenzied in its need, and brought it down to his cock, guiding it at the pace he wanted for a few strokes, before relinquishing its control to her.  

His moans and kisses grew increasingly frantic as Halsin picked up his pace, and eventually Astarion move her hand away, grabbing her hips instead, and drawing them towards his own.  

“I’m so close,” he whispered shakily. “I want to be inside you when I come. Please…” 

Asmodea would not, could not, deny him. It wasn’t the easiest angle, that with the druid’s own ministrations, but she managed to hook her knee high enough to allow Astarion access. He gripped her ass tight as he plunged into the tight warmth of her channel. He couldn’t thrust much, beyond the rocking caused by Halsin’s movements, but she felt his cock twitch inside her, with need and promise of release. 

Astarion arched, subdued gasps and whimpers giving way to desperate moans.  

“That’s it, my heart, let it out,” groaned Halsin. 

As Astarion’s hands searched for anything to hold on to, Asmodea returned her attention to his neck, licking and sucking on his scars.  

“Gods,” he moaned, shuddering, fingers of one hand tightening in her hair, the other gripping her ass ever tighter, pulling her as close as he could. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” 

His entire body began to tremble, his hips jerking but with no place to go, secured as they were between his lovers’. A few more harder thrusts from Halsin, and Astarion let out something between a scream and a sob, his cock pulsing inside Asmodea. One more languid stroke of her tongue across his bite scars, and she kissed her way back up his neck, as the druid also kissed and nibbled his way along Astarion’s shoulder, letting him ride out his orgasm. 

Gasps and grunts gave way to shuddered breathing, to deep satisfied sighs, as Astarion melted into a lax, satiated smile, all but purring in his contentment. Asmodea had to bite her tongue to hold back from any teasing whispers, just letting him bask in this afterglow. Halsin likewise stilled, releasing Astarion’s knee, and simply holding the lither elf in his embrace.  

After some moments, Astarion slipped out of Asmodea, giving her a tender kiss, and looked back at Halsin, eyes trailing down from the druid’s face down to his still achingly hard erection.  

He twisted, taking the druid’s length into his hand and stroking it, as Asmodea leaned away to find something to clean the mess between her legs.  

“Ever so generous, so considerate, so self-denying,” Astarion purred. “Yet you still haven’t given me what I asked for.” 

“Whatever could you mean,” Halsin emitted in a low growl, looking into Astarion’s eyes and thrusting into his hand. He groaned with disappointment when Astarion let go of his cock. 

“You’ve been making love to me this whole time,” Astarion said with a sly smile, turning to get on all fours. “Now will you fuck me?” 

“This is a lovely tea, Elowyn,” Asmodea said, sipping from her steaming mug.  

The four sat in Halsin and Elowyn’s simple but cozy kitchen. A fire from the hearth cast a glow on the room, illuminating a homey disarray of pots, pans and utensils scattered across the surfaces. Fragrant bundles of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling beams filled the air with a comforting aroma. 

Scratch couldn’t decide whose attention he wanted the most, and simply lay between everyone’s fees beneath the table, thumping his tail against Astarion’s leg. 

Astarion too had managed to keep himself from fiddling with any sharp objects, and indeed seemed to be on his best behaviour throughout the dinner he couldn’t quite take part in. 

“Thank you,” smiled the wood elf. “All the herbs are from our garden. The twins seem to enjoy it as well.” 

“I had meant to send word to you earlier, truly,” said Halsin. “But at first we thought it prudent to wait and ensure all was well with the twins, and then… And then time simply got away from us,” he said, apologetically. “It seems it was only yesterday that we first knew.” 

“When are you due?” asked Asmodea.  

“Perhaps in another four lunar cycles or so,” answered Elowyn. “The twins are growing fast, and I suspect they will take after their father, but they have only recently begun revealing themselves to me in my reverie.” 

Asmodea hummed, not quite understanding what the other woman meant. 

“Elowyn would have liked to return to her family to welcome the babes, but like me, she cannot return to her homeland,” said Halsin. “The community we’ve built here is our new home. A new beginning, for both of us. And though we are surrounded by friendly, well-meaning faces here, true bonds are scarce.” 

Halsin paused, looking at Elowyn. She met his gaze, placed her hand over his on the table, and smiled encouragingly. Halsin continued.   

“It would mean the world for us - for me especially - if you could be with us when Elowyn’s time comes.” 

“An honour,” Astarion said, visibly taken aback. “If you are certain. …Are you? Certain? A vampire and a half elf are hardly suitable attendees for the celebration.” 

“I am sure,” Elowyn said with conviction. “You will forever remain entwined in Halsin’s heart, and that which is dear to him - is dear to me.” 

Astarion only released an awkward chuckle, while Asmodea likewise found herself at a loss for words. 

“I know your misfortunes took much from you, but do you still remember your birth, Astarion?” asked Halsin. 

Asmodea was about to laugh at the absurd question that had seemingly come out of nowhere, but held back as no one else had batted an eye at the notion. 

“I think a glimpse still remains,” said Astarion, with a faraway look in his eyes, as though searching his memory. “A feeling of… being celebrated. Of knowing that my very existence brought joy to many others in that moment. And fragments of a song, though the words and the full melody escape me when I try to recollect them. I would recognise it if I heard it again, I'm sure.” 

“…What?” was all Asmodea managed, looking at Astarion incredulously.  

“Ah, you may not be privy to this,” said Halsin. “Elves remember their birth.” 

“What?” she repeated, looking at Halsin.  

He chuckled and took a puff of his pipe, looking every bit a patriarch of a family. 

“We do not remember much of the first half century or so of our lives, but memories of our first moments linger. Elven birth is unlike that of other races. It is near painless. It is not something to be hidden. Instead, it is a beautiful, joyous occasion - the community gathers round the new mother to witness and honour the holy miracle of being. Ancient birthing chants and hymns are sung. It is a moment of celebration for all who are gathered.” 

“What?!” Asmodea all but shouted. 

“Darling, you know this,” Astarion murmured, throwing an apologetic look at their hosts. “It's even mentioned in some of the ballads you've performed - do you remember the one about the elven dragonrider princess? When Wyll roped you into playing at the orphanage? ‘She came at dawn, and hundreds circled round in dance and song of joy’?” 

“I thought it was a metaphor,” hissed Asmodea. “I didn't realise the whole town had literally gathered to sing into her mother's dilated cooch!” 

Astarion covered his face and groaned, as Halsin and Elowyn laughed, goodheartedly.  

“You are everything Halsin told me about, and more,” Elowyn said, her eyes twinkling with warm amusement. 

Astarion remained up with Halsin after Asmodea and Elowyn retired.  

“What of yourselves?” Halsin asked, puffing on his pipe. “Have you considered it? Now that you know for certain it is possible, with talk of dhampir appearing in the Underdark.” 

“There is nothing to consider,” Astarion scoffed. “The thing would kill her on the way out, then return to stake me twenty years later.” 

“Not if she is in the hands of competent healers, and not if you raise the child with love,” Halsin objected, studying the vampire.  

“We’re not interested.” 

“Have you spoken about it? Do you know what is in her heart, truly?” Halsin asked, cocking an eyebrow, as he continued to smoke his pipe. 

“Well… I… I mean…” Astarion stuttered and huffed, before sighing and growing quiet. “…Godsdamn you, Halsin,” he said, finally.  

They left Reithwin the following night, continuing southeast, towards the Wood of Sharp Teeth. Astarion seemed lost in thought as they made their way.  

“You’re awfully quiet,” said Asmodea. “What’s on your mind?” 

“It’s nothing,” said Astarion. Catching an annoyed glance from Asmodea, he sighed and continued. “It’s not nothing, per se, but rather I know it’s not important because I already know what you’re going to say.” 

“What’s not important?” 

“Well, it’s not that it’s not important, it is important, but I feel like we’ve already resolved it, because I already know the outcome.” 

“What is this important matter that we’ve resolved without ever talking about?” Asmodea frowned.  

“It’s nothing.” 

“Astarion,” she said, an edge creeping into her voice. 

They both stopped in their tracks, Asmodea crossing her arms and glaring at Astarion. He sighed before cocking his head and giving her a sheepish look. 

“Do you want kids?” 

“What?” she blinked, taken aback. “Oh. Nooooo. Nonononono. No. …No. …Do you?” 

“No! Not at all. I mean, unless you-” 

“No! No, I don’t. I… I guess if it was important to y-” 

“It’s not! I mean, it would be, if you… But you don’t?” 

“I don’t. Unless you-” 

“I don’t.” 

“No?” 

“Yes. As in, no. …And you’re sure? You’re not just-” 

“Yep! As in, I’m not. I mean, I don’t.” 

“I understand.” 

“Okay. Okay, good.” 

“Yes. Marvellous.” 

“Right. Yes.” 

Astarion released a high-pitched chortle.  

“Now aren’t you glad we had this talk, darling?” he said, as he continued walking. Asmodea stood still for another stunned second, before shaking her head and continuing after him. 

“Why what a ridiculous, bizarre notion,” he went on. “Can you even imagine me as a-” He cut himself off, once he glanced back and saw the grin on her face. “Hey! Stop it. No. Stop. Stop imagining it!” 

Their giddy laughter rang long and loud, disturbing the peace of the otherwise quiet night. 

Thank you for reading!

If you are wondering about the elf pregnancy lore, it came from here, courtesy of my friend and elf connoisseur @spacebarbarianweird - you should go check her work out as well.

And don't forget to read A Night at the Inn and Sweat for more Halsin!

Part 11

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just this once | duncan shepherd x fem!reader x andy dolan

kinktober day 2: threesome

warnings: m/m/f threesome, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgy, double penetration, pwp

word count: 2.8K

a/n: this turned out way longer than i ever intended it to be and i'm not even sorry. i had been sitting on the idea of andy x reader x duncan for a long time and i really hope you all like what i came up with!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Y/N asked her bf, Andy. “I mean..you don’t think we’ll regret this?”

They stood in the doorway of the mansion they had walked into, drinking in the sight before them.

People. Lots of people. Completely naked. Some fucking, some chatting.

When Andy first spilled the details of getting invited to a sex party at an undisclosed location in Hollywood, Y/N laughed. She didn’t take him seriously. And why would she?

They had been through a lot over the past couple of months — with Andy’s addiction and fall from grace. There was no way going to a sex party was going to make things better for Andy’s reputation.

Yet, here they were, standing before a sea of recognizable and not so recognizable faces.

Andy takes Y/N’s hand, rubbing soothe circles along the back with his thumb. “It’s going to be fine. If you’re uncomfortable, then we can leave. I promise.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. I’d say let’s get a few drinks, but.”

Andy chuckles lightly, nodding as he does so. “That wouldn’t be a disaster.”

He leads her through the crowd of people, hoping to find an empty space where they could sit for a moment. Along the way, they came across two men making out, while another knelt between one of their legs and sucked on their cock. The scene made Andy’s cock harden slightly under his pants and he reaches down to palm himself slightly, chewing the corner of his lip at the contact.

He began to imagine another man sucking his cock while Y/N sat on his face, her nails gripping tightly onto his hair like a vice. It had been a while since he was involved with a man, or even had a threesome, since before Y/N came into his life. He decided to approach the subject with her once they sat down.

They sat on a love seat in one of the formal living areas. It was one of the places untouched by the other members and the perfect spot for them.

Y/N looked to Andy, her E/C eyes finding solace in his familiarity. “So. What are you thinking so far?”

It was as if she knew what was going through his mind. And she did. She knew Andy was sexually experienced. It showed in the way he fucked her, touched her, and made her cum harder than anyone else has done before. She also knew that he was hypersexual and that enjoyed having multiple partners at a time — a part of himself that he repressed when he met and fell in love with her.

“I think…,” he says, his voice trailing off. He looks around, his darkened blue eyes falling on a woman standing up, being held from behind by a man as she gets her pussy eaten. He swallows thickly, licking his lips before turning his gaze back to Y/N. “I think this night is going to be very interesting.

Not the answer Y/N was expecting, but, she nods in agreement. Her own gaze falls on the same throuple and she can’t help the moan that lodges itself in her throat.

The woman’s head rests on the man’s shoulders, his large hands grabbing at her breasts and tweaking her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her face is contorted in pleasure and soon enough she cums, grinding erratically on the face of the person eating her out.

Y/N is overcome with arousal, heat flooding throughout her body. She tears her eyes from them to Andy.

He, too, has his eyes on them, his chest visibly rising and falling as his breathing becomes ragged. Y/N scoots closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh.

“Did that turn you on, baby?” she whispers into his ear.

Andy nods, swallowing once more. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low and dripping with lust.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, tugging his lobe between her teeth. “And you’ll get it.”

He shivers at the close proximity of her, his eyes rolling back a little. “I want to eat that fucking tight pussy of yours,” he says. “And I want you to suck some other guy’s cock while I do it. Then I want us both to fuck you senseless.”

His words go straight to her core, causing fresh arousal to pool on the gusset of her thong. She brings her hand to his cock, moaning at the feel of the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “What else do you want?”

He groans, tipping his head back as her hand massages and cups his erection. “I want you to take your fucking clothes off. Now.”

Y/N smirks and stands in front of him, blocking his view of the party. She slowly slides the zipper of her short, black dress and lets it fall around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black thong that left very little to the imagination, and her black Louboutins. She steps out of the dress and stands between Andy’s legs.

His hungry eyes rake over her body before meeting her own eyes. He reaches out to touch her, ghosting his fingers along the expanse of her stomach, admiring the goosebumps that form in their wake. “Get on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees. She leans forward, mouthing at his cock over his pants. Andy releases a soft moan, his hand immediately finding purchase in her hair.

Y/N takes her time teasing him, relishing in the power she has over him in that moment. She controls how worked up he gets, and how much attention she wants to give him. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get him to beg for her to finally take his cock in her mouth.

She flicks her gaze up to him, lashes fluttering as she takes in the sight of him. His button up his opened to his chest, brunette curls draped over his forehead as he looks down at her, his pupils blown with intense arousal.

“You want me to suck you off in front of all these people? ” She asks, unzipping his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. “Show them how fucking good I make you feel?”

He nods rapidly, unable to form a coherent sentence from how hazy his mind has become with lust.

Y/N pulls his pants off of him and discards them with her dress, moaning at the sight of his cock as it bobs free. It’s thick, with protruding veins that make Y/N’s mouth water, a perfect mushroom-shaped head, and just the right length to where it isn’t uncomfortable for her.

She takes his cock in her hand, licking her lips as the precum leaks with each pump she makes. She darts her tongue out and swirls all along the crown, keeping her eyes on Andy.

He grips her hair tightly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock. When he opens them, he’s met with a similar pair of crystal eyes from across the room.

A tall, lean man with similar brunette curls to Andy watches them both intently. Andy recognizes him as the one who ate that girl’s pussy and he shoots him a wink before smirking softly.

Y/N bobs her head along his shaft, inching him all the way down until her nose is flush with his pelvis. She holds still for a moment, savoring the erotic moans spilling from Andy’s lips.

He keeps eye contact with the mysterious stranger, guiding Y/N’s head up and down his cock as he does so.

The man makes his way over to them, and Andy suddenly feels his cock swelling in her mouth, growing impossibly harder. He comes around them and sits next to Andy, not saying a word as he leans in and presses his lips to Andy’s.

Y/N notices the man, her eyes glued to him and Andy as they make out. Her cunt pulses with need and she reaches her hand down on top of the thin fabric of her thong. She drags a finger along the dampened fabric several times, teasing herself until she can’t take it anymore. She pulls the fabric to the side, moaning around Andy’s cock as she rubs the wetness over her throbbing clit.

Andy moans into the kiss at the vibration of the sounds Y/N makes, bucking his hips against her slowly. He pulls away from him, trailing his eyes from his lips back to his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Duncan,” he says, reaching over to finish unbuttoning Andy’s shirt. “Duncan Shepherd.”

Andy introduces himself and Y/N, all while Duncan slips the shirt off of him and tosses it onto the tile floor.

Duncan leans down, taking Andy’s left nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue a few times before gently scraping his teeth over it. Andy squirms a little, his plump lips parted as a long, exasperated moan tears itself from his chest. “Mm…fuck that feels good.”

Y/N continues her movements along Andy’s cock, keeping perfect rhythm as she pumps two fingers inside of her soaked cunt. Arousal coats her palm and drips down her thighs, making an obscene sloshing sound with each thrust of her hand.

She pulls him from her mouth and removes her fingers from her pussy, gasping for breath as she does so. Andy looks to her at the loss of her warm throat, making a ‘come here’ motion at her. She stands, straddling his thigh with one leg as she leans down and kisses him hungrily. Andy groans against her lips, rubbing his hand along her side.

Duncan kisses up Andy’s chest, over his jaw, and meets his lips with Y/N’s. She pulls away from Andy and capture’s Duncan’s lips. The kiss is a lot softer than she was anticipating. But his mouth moved seamlessly with hers — as if they had done this a thousand times before. Andy groans at the sight of them, grabbing at Y/N’s breasts before tweaking her hardened nipples. She moans into Duncan’s mouth, deepening the kiss as she brings her hand to the back of his head and pushes him closer to her.

Andy manages to get the rest of his clothing off, stroking his cock as the two continue kissing above him. Duncan pulls away, his breathing ragged as he looks between the two of them. “Shall we move this somewhere that has more room?”

“Lead the way,” Andy breathes, giving his cock one last pump before helping Y/N off of him.

-

Y/N lies on the California king bed, her back half propped against the many pillows. Andy and Duncan take turns lapping at her pussy, both men eating her out like she’s the best meal they’ve ever tasted. Andy sucks her clit into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to rub the protruding head. Duncan swirls his tongue around her entrance a few times, teasing her before penetrating her.

Her back arches off the pillows, pulling Andy’s hair roughly as she does so. He groans against her pussy, and sucks on her clit with fervor. Duncan removes his tongue and replaces them with his fingers, licking his lips as they slide in and out of her cunt with ease. “Look at how wet you are for us,” he groans, keeping his eyes on her pussy. “You’ve practically soaked the sheets.”

Y/N lifts herself on her elbow, propping herself to get a better view. A moan escapes her at the sight of the two hot men licking and sucking her pussy. “Oh fuck…,” she breathes. “Mm..”

Duncan removes his fingers and climbs over her, straddling her face. He brings the tip of his cock to her lips and she eagerly takes him inside, bobbing her head eagerly along his shaft.

His cock is different than Andy’s — it’s longer, curved, with not as much girth. But she feels full, and begins to wonder what his cock would feel like in her pussy, or ass. The thought makes her clit throb in Andy’s mouth.

He suckles for a moment longer before pulling back and lining his cock up with her entrance. He slowly sinks inside of her, tipping his head back with a loud groan as her wet, warm walls envelop him. “Fuckkk,” he hisses, thrusting slow and shallow as he eases himself all the way inside of her.

Duncan braces his hands on the headboard, using it to help him thrust inside of her throat. “That’s it,” he moans, locking his eyes with hers. “Taking my cock so well.”

Y/N brings her hand to her sensitive clit, rubbing tight, soft circles. Andy stills once he’s fully seated, allowing her some time to adjust to his size. He watches as she plays with herself, his cock twitching inside of her. “Who knew my baby girl was so naughty,” he teases, slowly beginning to thrust. “Wanting to have two dicks inside of her filthy holes.”

She moans, increasing the pressure on her clit as she does so. She loves when Andy degrades her, and even more so when he does it in a way that’s masked behind that sweet, honey voice of his. Her walls clench repeatedly around him and he pushes her hand away, not wanting her to cum just yet.

Duncan thrusts himself further down her throat, holding her head in place so she can deepthroat him. She gags, tears springing to her eyes as she struggles to breathe. He releases her after a moment, setting a rough, fast pace as he fucks into her throat.

Andy picks up the pace as well, his own is steady and not as brutal as Duncan’s. The contrast between the two of them has Y/N’s head spinning. Where Duncan is rough, Andy is gentle. The perfect combination that she didn’t know she ever needed.

Almost as if they were communication telepathically, both men remove themselves from her. Duncan sits on the bed and helps Y/N on top of him, turning her so her back is flush with his chest. He holds her up by her thighs and Andy squirts some lube onto his cock, stroking it to coat it entirely. Once it’s good and ready, Duncan carefully eases into her ass. Y/N moans filthily, the sound almost pornographic as Duncan’s cock stretches her open. She gazes up at Andy, her face contorted in pleasure.

Andy pumps his cock, leaning down to kiss her with need. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging a little before biting down softly. He situates himself at her entrance and pushes in, groaning as he does so.

Duncan bottoms out, his cock throbbing with how tight her grip on him is. He waits for Andy to settle before he begins to thrust against her.

Y/N moans loudly. Her thoughts are clouded as the coil in her stomach begins to tighten with each thrust they make. All she can focus on his how fucking good Andy’s cock feels in her cunt, hitting her sweet spot with ease and making her cream all over him — and Duncan in her ass, his cockhead hitting against Andy’s, sending shivers down her spine.

Duncan lifts her up a little higher, getting a better grip on her thighs. “So tight,” he groans. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He thrusts a little faster, causing his heavy balls to slap against her cheeks.

The sound of skin on skin, heavy pants, and loud moans fills the room, egging each of them closer and closer to their peaks. Duncan cums first, a warning barely past his lips as he shoots ropes of hot cum into her ass. He keeps thrusting through his high, drawing it out as much as possible, his fingers pressing hard against her skin.

Andy holds back his own release, wanting Y/N to cum before him. “Go ahead and cum. Soak my fucking cock like I know you can.”

Y/N cums before Andy can finish his sentence. Her orgasm rocks through her, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure all throughout her body. Her release triggers Andy’s, and he cums hard, painting her walls with his seed. “Oh fuck!”

The three of them ride out their highs until they can’t anymore, collapsing together on the massive bed. They don’t say a word, not until they all collectively come down from their orgasms.

Andy looks to Y/N, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, giving him a soft smile, totally blissed out. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Duncan is the first to sit up, turning his attention to the two of them.

“I really enjoyed this,” he says, brushing a hand through his messed up curls. “If you’re up to do this again, I’m staying at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills until the end of the week.”

He gets up and leaves the room before either of them can answer, smirking to himself as he walks out.

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Kinktober Day 31: Pool/sea sex

Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Will Miller

Word count 1k

Warnings: Throuple, polyamory, M/M/F, intercrucal sex/thigh fucking, pool sex, fingering (f receiving, m implied), smut, nsfw

A/N: The final kinktober fic. I am very much into this, that’s all I can say. 

The water feels so warm on your naked skin when you dive in. The day has been so humid and hot, it feels so good to strip off all the clothes you have been wearing and just let everything breathe. 

You stay under the surface for as long as you can before the need for air becomes too much and you break away, droplets of water dripping down your chin to your chest. A hand gathers the extra water from your eyes and you blink them open to watch your two lovers lounge on the shallow end of the pool, both eyeing your naked body with appreciation. 

You swim a little closer before stopping in front of Will, eyeing the broad chest with another type of heat gathering up inside. They are both as naked as you are, clothes too constricting after the day of working around. You feel Frankie move behind you, calloused hands trailing your naked ass with the reverence of a man in love.

“You look beautiful as you pierce the water,” He mumbles, shifting closer until he is flush against you, the hardening length poking you deliciously. Frankie drops his head down, kissing your shoulder and neck before turning his dark eyes to the blond man still leaning back.

“Join us? Or are you more interested in a show?” 

That gets him moving, the water rippling as Will swims a little closer and stops in front of you. He winks before capturing your lips in a kiss, tasting the chlorine from them. His hands begin to wander around, gripping and pinching and Frankie joins in. You feel yourself get lost in a haze as four hands explore your body all over, dipping lightly into your cunt and clit before moving away quickly, teasingly and returning to your hips, your nipples and back again. 

Lips join in on the fun and soon you are whining because they keep teasing you, the water adding another element as it laps your heated skin, the fire roaring in you. “Will, Frankie, please,” You beg, not knowing exactly what but needing something, anything. 

Frankie seems to understand though, tugging at Will to stop his movements. The brunette grinds his erection between your cheeks as he tugs the other man for a filthy kiss, all tongue and passion. You rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying the show for a moment before dipping your hand down to grasp at Will’s cock, making him choke on the kiss. 

“I think our beloved is getting restless,” The blond quips, breathless as the pilot has kissed him so well. You grin, the smile a little lopsided as it is filthy as you look at him.

“I’m not restless,” You tell him but the chuckle that leaves Frankie’s lips tells a different story. “Fine, maybe I am feeling a little empty,” You confess, clenching your thighs together to get friction where you desperately need it, but not giving in to them and their aroused looks. 

The boys seem to communicate wordlessly, because after a second or two Frankie moves away from your body, just as Will moves in. Your backside seems a little cold now that he’s not there to warm you up, but Will's fingers dip between your folds again and he finds your hardened nub and all thoughts go out of the pool immediately. 

He plays you like an instrument, his blunt and large fingers finding each and every spot that makes you see stars. You are soon a mess of babbles and praise as you climb higher so you don’t first even register Frankie returning until his fingers grip your hip from behind. Your loud gasp is the only answer he needs and he slots himself closer again, pushing his hard cock right where Will’s talented fingers are. 

“You look so beautiful when he does this to you,” Frankie says, his voice hoarse as he fucks your thighs with a leisurely pace. You can only throw your head back in ecstasy as suddenly Will plunges two thick fingers into your wet heat and he hums. 

Will looks up, his own eyes so much darker than their normal blue as he eyes your tits with the hunger of a man that’s been denied for so long. He raises one eyebrow at Frankie, who gets the meaning immediately. He supports your breasts above the waterline and Will ducks down, eagerly sucking your nipple into your mouth while keeping his fingers pumping. 

It’s an overload of sensation as Frankie keeps fucking your thighs while massaging the other breast Will is not sucking on, Will’s fingers brushing down your walls with deadly precision as electricity runs up and down your body, and Frankie praises you both in his low tone, the words not making sense but feeling so good. 

When you stumble over the edge, it’s a complete explosion and you shake and beg and plead and moan between your two soldiers as the orgasm keeps going and going. Your thighs shake and quiver and it triggers Frankie’s orgasm, the shout muffled only by your shoulder that he mouths while he paints your inner thighs with thick, creamy cum. 

Will eases his fingers out of your cunt as your aftershocks finally grow smaller and he licks them clean with glee. Your body feels a little like Jell-O and Frankie has to support you as he helps you up and over the edge of the pool. The men rise up also, the sight so hot you can feel yourself get ready for another round as you eye their naked bodies dripping with water.

Your eyes focus on Will and the proud way his manhood is bouncing as he comes closer, helping you to the lounge chair. Just as he settles you down, you grip at him and start to pump softly. He’s bent over you a little, a perfect position really, and you feel yourself drip again. The blond whines softly, the pressure of his cock heavy and throbbing on your hand.

“Frankie?” You coo and the brunette steps into your peripheral vision. He grins before positioning himself behind Will. “Mmm, I like the way you think, beloved.” He speaks and pushes his pelvis into the other man before dropping down on his knees and now it’s your turn to swallow Will’s moans as you both begin.

[peaches-and-hoshi]

2018/2019 FIC REC [7]

PART 2 (part 1)

(F stands for Fluff, S for Smut) (the first letter in brackets is ao3′s rating)

CANON UNIVERSE

what rhymes with pug me by seqoiasem [NAMGI, T&up, F/light angst, growing together, namgi share a sweater from debut to now, that’s it that’s the plot, extreme softness, i cried] ♥

kissin’ in the rain by sequoiasem [NAMGI, G, F, yoongi thinks kissing in the rain look uncomfortable, so they make a bet] ♥

the song of the heart by sequoiasem [NAMGIMIN, F/light angst, yoongi promised jimin a birthday song, joon helps, they figure stuff out along the way] ♥

flowers for the camera by sequoiasem [NAMGI, G, fluff, joon and yongi walking hand in hand through a field of fowers as a “penalty”] 

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

NAMGI

tired as fuck by sequoiasem [G, F, yoongi lost his favorite pillow and cannot sleep on his long flight, his colleague joon finds a solution] ♥

came with my cool (i dropped it) by sequoiasem [T&up, F, yoon works in a tiny nonprofit organisation and joon’s internship there is about to be over, they’re both awkward about it, it’s hilarious, i love this fic so much] ♥♥

careful, you’re extremely hot by sequoiasem [G, F, barista!yoongi, hoseok meddles in and writes a pick-up line on joon’s cup, they make it a habit from here] ♥

Fleece Navidad (From the Baa-tom of My Heart) by roebling [G, F, joon tries to take up knitting and crochet and gets a crush on the very cute guy at the yarn shop] ♥

NAMSEOK

odds and ends, ways and means by pearl_o [T&up, F, ficlet collection, slice of life, contains a yoonseok story too]

YOONSEOK

Who’s That Boy? by raviolijouster [T&up, fluff/humor, vaguely new girl!au, yoongi pretends to be straight because jimin set him up to it, creating hilarious conversations with hoseok, their new extremely attractive friend]

2SEOK

On Ice by roebling [T&up, F, 2seok go on a date, bad puns ensue]

So Close (So Close and Yet So Far) by CheekyBrunette [T&up, F/humor, jin is taking part in the annual local beauty pageant, and needs help for a dance performance, his friends shove hoseok in there, pining, hobi is gorgeous and everyone knows it] ♥

HOPEKOOK

Mission: Rescue by thatbangtanhoe [T&up, F, warning for almost drowning, hobi and kook are rival lifeguards, seeing who can save the most people, until one of them is in trouble]

TAEGI

sweet like candy by vastlyunknown [T&up, F, pining, and they were roommates, tae calls yoongi babe by accident, it becomes a Thing] ♥

The Hairy Truth by roebling [T&up, F/humor, bartender!Tae is sick for people paying attention to him because of his pretty face, and decides to grow a beard, feat. awkward and pining yoongi] ♥

when i’m not telling you, i’m showing it by clumsy_taegi [T&up, F, jungkook gets sick, yoongi nurses him back to health, and tae wants to be taken care of too]

VMON

something tells me we’ll be alright by czar [T&up, F, pining, tae and joon are archeologists in the same expedition, which would be fine except for their petty feud] ♥

VMIN

permanence by vminism [M, angst/F/S, soulmate!au, people get a soulmark when they fall in love, jimin keeps falling in love with strangers and fate plays a trick on him]

MINJOON

things we turn away from by themarmalade [M, F/light angst, smut, idol!jimin feels lonely and cold, his massage therapist!joon is here to fix it]

Counter Intuitive by roebling [T&up, F, meet-cute, jimin works in a make-up store and joon keeps coming back for “advice”]

JIKOOK

the firefly effect by czar [T&up, angst/F, !major character death!, jimin runs an inn between life and what comes after, and only sees dead people, until a very much alive kook steps in (you Will cry your eyes out)] ♥

JINKOOK

The Comfort of You by withoutthespace [T&up, F/humor, warning for mention of homophobia, jin is jungkook’s manager and he keeps cleaning after his dating scandals, until it’s his fault] ♥

if it’s true looks could kill (you’d be the first to make me mad) by raviolijouster [T&up, F/lightA, college!au, seokjin finds jungkook infuriating] ♥ (prequel of the namseokmin fic at the end of the fic rec)

YOONKOOK

slowly drifting to you by sharpa [T&up, fluff/angst, long distance, rapline have been travelling together for years, yoongi runs a blog where he posts pictures of cats they come across and rates them, jungkook sends him an e-mail to complain about his ratings] [feat. ace!kook which made me so happy] ♥

love like war (we go together or we don’t go down at all) by notyoongs [E, ANGST/S/F, idol!kook and band member!yoongs, bitter exes forced to work together, kilos of angst, lovely] ♥

TAEKOOK

everything is sound by sharpa [T&up, angst/F, they’re oblivious idiots in love, a whole lot of pining, hilarious] ♥

YOONMIN

objects in motion by mediest [T&up, S, jimin gets a little lost while giving a “massage”]

POLYAM

a feel so sweet by ameliabedelias [NAMGIKOOK, M, FLUFF, the world isn’t fit for throuples, but they’re in Love and ready to power through it, so much fluff]

Immortal Beloved(s) by fatsymeow [TAEGIKOOK, T&up, angst/F, tae has been living with yoongi, his vampire roommate, who forgot to mention he had a vampire boyfriend roaming the globe, things get bad and then Better] ♥

i’d be lying if i said (i wanna be your friend) by raviolijouster [NAMSEOKMIN,T&up, F/lightA, pining, college!au, joon signs up for a free trial of a dance class, jimin tags alongs, hobi is their hot professor, everyone loves joon] ♥ (set in the same universe as x)

With sudden fall, it trails a thunderous ruin by monbon [NAMJINSEOK, G, fluff/humor, the hot dad au, seokjin fights the others at PTA meetings, hilarious] ♥

[buffyversefanfiction]

Felix Fierce (Buffy and Angel Fanfiction) Season 1

Episode 2 - The Intake

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own the original content to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Angel”, the comics or any of the original characters from the “Buffyverse” all rights belong to Joss Whedon.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture and Sexual Innuendos, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Into every generation there was a chosen one until a powerful witch called Willow Rosenberg changed the rules forevermore.

No longer would Buffy Summers stand-alone against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness.

She was the slayer that changed everything but now it’s his turn.

Felix was training within the backroom turned training room within the Scorching Scorchville store as he continued to punch and kick his punchbag, his hits growing harder and harder as he found himself within flashbacks of his vampire ex before until his last hit made the punchbag come of it’s hook and flew across the room harshly hitting the floor as Trix walked into the room.

“If only that punchbag was a vampire although it looks like you may have been picturing it as one particularly a very recent vampire.” Trix said as she walked over to her slayer. “I guess we’re still dealing with the fallout from that.”

“I was thinking maybe I don’t have to kill him I mean there must be some other way Trix something that doesn’t involve me killing the first guy who ever loved me.” Felix replied to his watcher.

“He’s a vampire you’re a slayer enough explanation needed there.” Trix explained to him. “I get when some people first kill someone they know they find it rather difficult but what you got to remember is Thorn isn’t the man you knew he’s nothing more than a monster who will keep killing people until you stop him.”

“I get that I really do I mean I looked into his eyes and the man was gone nothing left but the monster, but he still has the face of the man I love.” Felix admitted. “I never asked for this gig and I certainly didn’t ask to be the guy hunting down my ex just to dust him.”

“Nobody asks to be a slayer, but they would never be called as one if destiny itself didn’t believe they were fit for the job.” Trix told him.

“I best get ready for my other calling,” Felix said, changing the subject. “The one where I go to a school run by my own father now that’s a whole other level of forces of darkness working to screw my life!”

“Are you always going to be this dramatic?” Trix asked while laughing at the eighteen-year-old boy.

“Always.” Felix admitted.

“Look I’m not saying I knew things were going to end badly but I kind of did.” Bryce told Mercy as the two walked down a busy hallway within Scorchville High.

“Well I liked him so I’m still holding up they wind up back together.” Mercy replied. “Besides Felix has been moody distant and very secretive during their split he’s clearly either missing Thorn or began a top-secret torrid affair.”

“Maybe it’s with a teacher that would explain his A in chemistry.” Bryce guessed as the two stopped at Bryce’s locker.

“Please that’s so cliche he’s probably just trying his hardest to hide heartbreak speaking of which has Malerie spoken to you since New Year’s?” Mercy asked Bryce as he opened his locker and pulled out some schoolbooks.

“We decided we’d see other people or that she did one hour into the party.” Bryce revealed. “Now back to Felix if he was going to have a secret romance who do you reckon would be the prime suspect?”

“God, we need to get you a girlfriend.” Mercy laughed at Bryce before they noticed Rick walking towards them both.

“Weird it looks like Mercy and Bryce, but it seems to be missing their third part of the world’s most unhip throuple.” Rick taunted them.

“Rick do you have nothing better to do than go around school looking the next target of your bitchiness?” Mercy asked her high school nemesis.

“Not really no,” Rick admitted before taking a deep sigh. “I kind of need your help in my history class.”

“No chance in hell.” Mercy cackled.

“My parents said they get me a car if my grades started to improve but turns out studying is incredibly dull and draining so I figured considering you have nothing better to do with your life that you could tutor me.” Rick replied to her.

“You do realize when asking for favors your supposed to not be mean right?” Bryce asked Rick.

“I was being as nice as possible hence my restrain in mentioning your god awful taste in clothing it’s like we get it Bryce Kane you’re a straight but it’s 2020 and even straight guys are expected to style themselves with the light on now.” Rick snapped at Bryce before turning his attention back to Mercy. “I really need your help Mercy.”

“What’s in it for me?” Mercy wondered.

“You get to see my stunning smile after I get my dream car.” Rick said before realizing Mercy wasn’t sold. “I’ll pay you.”

“Now we’re talking.” Mercy replied with a smile as Felix made his way over to them.

“Guys I thought we didn’t play with trolls anymore.” Felix said to Mercy and Bryce while delivering a death glare towards Rick.

“Hey Felix, I heard Thorn finally saw sense and dumped you I guess that means he’s single now I wonder if he’s looking for an upgrade.” Rick replied, winding up Felix.

“By all means Rick please do go out with him in fact take him for a bite to eat.” Felix told him knowing nobody but him knew what he meant.

“Please liked I’d ever date somebody called Thorn it’s almost as bad as Felix don’t worry though Felix, I’m sure you going to be dumped many times in future.” Rick mocked him.

“Rick it’s time for you to beat it before I beat you.” Bryce warned him.

“I could take you.” Rick replied getting up in Bryce’s face.

“Rick stop being a prick and leave before I reconsider helping you.” Mercy threatened her redheaded enemy.

“Very well I’ll see you losers in class.” Rick said before walking away.

“Someone please remind me why we let that bitch breathe?” Felix asked Mercy and Bryce.

“How are things on your front?” Bryce questioned Felix. “Have you heard from Thorn?”

“Exes don’t tend to talk.” Felix snapped before realizing he was being harsh. “Sorry it’s been rough.”

“Yeah we figured since you’ve been avoiding us.” Mercy replied.

“I’ve not been avoiding I started working at Scorching Scorchville.” Felix lied. “And trust me when I say the job isn’t pretty.”

“What? No fair I should get to work with the Lance lady.” Mercy moaned.

“So, what inspired this sudden need for getting a job?” Mercy asked Felix as they studied at a desk within the Scorchville High Library.

“Needed a job got a job now I work that job.” Felix replied.

“Okay what’s with this distant and secretive attitude suddenly have Bryce and I done something to piss you off?” Mercy wondered.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be secretive it’s just my life has kind of got complicated lately and I can’t really explain it.” Felix apologised to his best friend.

“So, what you’re not telling me has it got something to do with how you and Thorn really broke up?” Mercy questioned him.

“Yeah.” Felix admitted.

“Okay you deal with your hangover whatever way you want to but try to remember we’re here and not going anywhere.” Mercy promised.

“Thanks, I love you.” Felix replied.

“I love your shady secretive ass too.” Mercy declared.

“I just hate having to lie to them I mean you said that slayer told her friends the one who changed practically everything so why can’t I tell them?” Felix asked his watcher as they walked down a shady looking street within Scorchville.

“Here I never said you can’t tell anyone we don’t live by the old rules of the watcher’s council anymore I simply said don’t be getting any troublesome teens under my feet because I may just squash them if they become too much of an annoyance.” Trix replied before the two stopped outside a boarded up and run-down house. “Sure, looks like a vampire’s nest.”

“I get their undead and everything but being house proud doesn’t have to die just because you do.” Felix said as he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket, walked over to the door and kicked it down. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Remember light is your friend right now try to get as much of it in there before you start staking everyone.” Trix shouted as Felix walked into the run-down home.

“Felix isn’t home…again.” Fyre said after opening her front door to find Mercy and Bryce on her doorstep.

“He’s working already, when does he finish?” Bryce asked Felix’s sister.

“Felix doesn’t have a job dad would never allow it he’s archaic in the sense he thinks we should be all school even when we’re not there and fitting in a job between studying is just too radical for the old man.” Fyre scoffed. “He’s just been spending a lot of time with the boyfriend lately.”

“Thorn and Felix broke up weeks ago.” Mercy revealed to her.

“I did wonder why he never showed up for New Year’s Dinner,” Fyre admitted to them both. “So, he’s hiding his breakup to hide his job that makes no sense unless there’s something else he’s hiding.”

“Okay I’m really beginning to think there is another guy on the scene.” Bryce admitted.

“Wouldn’t you guys be the first people to know about that?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce. “It’s got to be something juicier than that like an addiction or escorting.”

“I think we’d know if he was having addiction problems and Felix is way too much a romantic to make people pay for escorting services.” Mercy told Fyre before turning to look at Bryce. “What if he’s seeing someone we don’t like?”

“Rick Star,” Fyre guessed. “They two were way too close before they became bitter rivals maybe they’re hooking up and that’s why he dumped Thorn. Nah, that would make no sense because one of us would’ve heard from Thorn by now.”

“True.” Mercy agreed. “Why haven’t we heard or seen Thorn since the breakup?”

“Okay consider myself intrigued I say we go to Thorn’s house and interrogate him until we find out what the hell’s going on.” Fyre said as she walked onto the doorstep closing her door behind her.

“We should probably respect Felix’s privacy.” Mercy reluctantly suggested. “He won’t be happy with us.”

“He’s never happy with me anyway so I’ll go do the snooping.” Fyre said, volunteering herself.

“Well see you’re the bad cop and interrogations also need a good cop.” Bryce replied. “I better come with you to complete the dynamic duo.”

“If you two are going to go I guess I’ll have to follow suit you know for damage control or whatever story Felix will buy.” Mercy decided.

“What took you so bloody long?” Trix asked Felix after he walked out of the rundown house covered in dust with his clothes stained with blood that wasn’t his.

“It was like a very violent game of hide and seek with the undead.” Felix replied as he walked over to the watcher. “Add a little bit of light and they act like hairy assed children.”

“Thankfully your done now,” Trix said while looking up in the sky towards the sunset “As we don’t have much daylight left.”

“I guess this means you want me to go patrolling at the local cemeteries and other vampire hot spots.” Felix guessed correctly. “I’ll go home and change soon don’t ask me how I’m going to explain blood stained clothes to my father but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”

“Speaking of patrolling have you seen the vampire ex since that night?” Trix asked her slayer.

“Thankfully that’s a big fat no!” Felix revealed.

“Have you check in on his relatives and friends they tend to be the vampire’s main targets after first turning?” Trix questioned him.

“No but that kind of information would’ve been useful when he first turned now, I’ve got to go check up on if my ex killed his parents.” Felix moaned. “I’m sure that won’t be awkward either they’ve not seen or heard their son in weeks or I’m about to find their dead bodies and considering I’ve not heard from them or the police I’m going to go with death bodies.”

“On the bright side at least, you won’t have to make awkward small talk.” Trix replied.

“Aren’t you supposed to care more?” Felix asked her.

“Being a watcher is simply just a job for me as is running Scorching Scorchville although one definitely pays better than the other caring about people makes it too personal and why bother when your shelf life is as short as a dog’s.” Trix admitted. “Don’t get me wrong you’re a great kid and I expect we’re going to do great thing’s together but I’m not going to tear up because some people I don’t even know are dead.”

“Oh well here goes nothing.” Fyre said as her, Bryce and Mercy stood in front of Thorn’s front door as day was now night, before Fyre knocked on the door only for it to open by itself.

“Hello!” Bryce shouted into the house only to hear no response.

“I mean is it really breaking and entering if the place is open?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure it is.” Mercy replied. “However, if there’s a computer, tablet, laptop or even a phone left inside to have a quick look at searching history nobody would even have to know we were snooping.”

“Providing we don’t get caught and end up in jail.” Bryce told them, clearly uncertain of what they were about to do next.

“It’s Scorchville County Jail how bad could it really be.” Fyre scoffed before walking into the house, Bryce and Mercy quickly following her in.

“Has Thorn’s house always been this spooky or am I just being para?” Bryce asked to no answer as the three of them walked into the living room of Thorn’s family home only to be left terrified by Thorn’s parents’ lifeless and bloodied bodies lying on the floor with the entire room covered in their blood.

“Okay I’m beginning to think we should stop snooping now.” Mercy said to them both before turning around only for all three of them to scream to see Thorn now standing in front of them.

“Thorn what the hell happened here?” Fyre asked her brother’s ex-boyfriend. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry about your parents.”

“Don’t be sorry after all I’m the one who killed them.” Thorn laughed before turning his face into vampire mode. “But it’s okay as you guys are next.”

Fyre, Bryce and Mercy stood there frozen by their fear until Felix came smashing through the window shattering the glass in the process as he landed on both feet once more and quickly put himself in front of his friends and sister, protecting them from his vampiric ex.

“I told you guys not to snoop!” Felix snapped at Fyre, Bryce and Mercy before turning his attention to Thorn. “You really aren’t the same person anymore.”

“I’m not even a person.” Thorn cackled before charging towards Felix who quickly swung his fist and punched the vampire in the face before delivering several more punches and jumping mid air to kick him in the face sending the vampire flying into the hallway and crashing onto the floor.

“Okay Felix what the bloody hell is going on?” Fyre screamed in both fear and confusion.

“Thorn’s a vampire now and I’m a slayer.” Felix answered his sister before running into the hallway to find Thorn had vanish. “Damn it I guess dusting that vamp will have to wait for another night.”

“What exactly is a slayer?” Bryce asked as he, Mercy and Fyre followed Felix into the hallway. “And how long have you known your boyfriend was a vampire.”

“Since New Year’s which is also when I learned about the slayer business it’s been a whole thing.” Felix replied.

“This is so not what I was expecting your secret to be why can’t you just be sleeping with a teacher or god even Rick Star.” Mercy complained to Felix.

“Rick Star?” Felix laughed.

“So, vampires’ demons and the forces of darkness really do exist.” Bryce said in shock while he, Mercy and Felix sat at the end of Felix’s bed.

“And slayers, witches, werewolves the lot.” Felix replied.

“Kind of makes sense what doesn’t make sense though is Thorn killing his own parents.” Mercy admitted to them both.

“I know,” Felix said with a sad tone in his voice. “But he has no soul anymore he’s just a bloodthirsty monster that sooner or later I’m going to have to put down.”

“Why has it got to be you?” Mercy asked him.

“Because I’m the slayer albeit not the only slayer in the world but the only slayer in this town and it’s up to me to protect my home.” Felix answered. “Besides despite hunting my ex being the slayer kind of feels right like it’s what I’m supposed to be doing which my watcher Trix says plays into that whole destiny part of being a slayer.”

“Hold up so Trix Lance the owner of Scorching Scorchville is in on all this too?” Mercy said with excitement. “I knew she was awesome from the first time I saw her, but this is a whole new level of wacky.”

“Yeah,” Felix laughed.

“So, you’re the slayer, we’re friends of the slayer and your ex is a vampire.” Bryce told Felix. “Where do we go from here?”

A few hours passed and Bryce and Mercy eventually went home after full out interrogating Felix about all things slayer related and Felix found himself sitting on his bed by himself looking through the photos of him and Thorn deleting them one by one as tears began forming in his eyes till he heard a knock at the door.

“I’m just going to bed!” He shouted before Fyre walked in. “Look I’m all talked out about slayer stuff I’ll fill you in come morning.”

“It’s okay I’ve watched enough horrors to get the rough idea of what’s going down and the rest I’ll either google or hit you up for later.” Fyre replied to her older brother as she walked across his room to sit down next to Felix. “I’m here to check up on you I know you loved him.”

“I really did.” Felix cried. “But I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” Fyre said before giving her brother a hug. “But for now, it’s okay to not be okay.”

[tvdversefanfiction]

Canary Carnage

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC Universe, TVDverse and The Originals

Chapter Nine: Behind the blood-soaked curtains

Warnings: I don’t own any of the rights, content or characters belonging to any of the DC content I use within the story along with not owning any rights, content or characters within The Vampire Diaries, Originals or Legacies.

18 Rating: Moderate/Graphic displays of violence, sexual innuendos, sexually charged scenes, SMUT, strong language and potentially triggering scenes.

Pairings: M/M, F/F, M/F.

Lucas Lance was something of a hopeless romantic whose affections were often aimed at the most vicious of men firstly it was Slade Wilson who changed Lucas’ life forever helping him become the Red Canary in the process only Slade didn’t reciprocate those feelings so it wasn’t long before Lucas found his next obsession The Joker.

Lucas became somewhat part of a throuple with The Joker and Harley Quinn participating in many threesomes with the powerful couple but Lucas only really had eyes for The Joker and wanted Mr J all to himself leading to a rivalry between the two which resulted in The Joker picking Harley over him and before he knew it he had barely made it out of the throuple with his life but didn’t nurture his heartbreak for long until he moved on to his next victim.

The next victim being none other than Batman’s sidekick Robin aka Dick Grayson who was yet another to not reciprocate Lucas’ all consuming love as the Red Canary targeted the Bat family in hopes of taking them all and making Robin pay attention to only him but that non love story ended with Lucas Lance spending some time in Arkham Asylum.

After some jail-time, a prison break, earth jumping and a night with Kol Mikaelson Lucas’ latest and current victim turned out to be Klaus Mikaelson who he believed was the man to finally reciprocate his love leading to heartbreak once again for the Red Canary and a heartbroken Lucas was Lucas at his deadliest.

“I hear Miami is good this time of year I did check for Star City, Central City and god even Gotham but none of those places exist on this earth strangely enough I guess that’s why I like Earth Blood so much.” Lucas announced to Sara after walking into the New Orleans Voyage Hotel’s bar, throwing a newspaper down on the table and sitting down in the same booth as his sister, sitting on the opposite side. “Now I don’t really care where you go as long as you’re not here for my grand reopening.”

“Grand reopening…don’t tell me your latest career change is running a hotel?” Sara scoffed at her younger brother. “I’m glad your trying to go legit but you don’t know a thing about running a hotel.”

“Ugh please I’ll just convince Klaus to compel some fools into running this place for me so I can roll in the readies while looking at the open market in this city for all kinds of crimes thanks to vampires there’s not much of a underbelly in this city which means it’s mine for the taking.” Lucas explained to the White Canary. “Of course, Klaus isn’t going to do anything for me if I’m still harboring the woman who killed his sister, so I highly suggest you get to moving like today.”

“I know I wasn’t exactly around when you started dating which clearly explains the mess of your life but sleeping with a man or vampire once doesn’t make him your boyfriend you’d think you’d learn that by now.” Sara snapped at her brother. “Besides I promised Laurel to look after you and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t need dating advice from the woman who sleeps with other people’s men thanks very much!” Lucas bit back at Sara as he rose to his feet. “Sure, Klaus needs to get over me sleeping with his brother and you killing his sister but when you have the kind of chemistry we have, obstacles are nothing.”

“Oh, dear brother you clearly need me more than you realize.” Sara replied as she stood up to face Lucas. “Like it or not he’s just not that into you!”

Sara was wrong about Klaus Mikaelson, but Lucas was wrong too, Klaus found himself growing feelings for the Red Canary, but the obstacles were far too big for the original hybrid to ever admit it.

So, while Lucas was planning on winning Klaus round Klaus was plotting to take out the canaries once and for all.

Rebekah and Elijah had revenge on their minds and there was no talking them out of it as Rebekah’s softness towards Laurel was no longer a factor since Laurel returned to her own earth but instead of killing both Sara and Lucas Elijah had convinced his sister to focus their revenge on the culprit only as they worked together to make Sara pay for killing their sister Freya Mikaelson while Klaus decided to get rid of Lucas in his own way.

Elijah wanted Sara dead without hesitation but he didn’t see the need for Lucas dying too unless he got in the way of course whereas Rebekah wanted them both gone for her own reasons and Klaus wanted the same as Rebekah, also for his own reasons so although the Mikaelson’s were working together once again they also had their own plans as per usual.

However, what neither of them had taken into consideration was the plotting of Davina Claire and Marcel Gerard who were eager to keep New Orleans under their control believing they were better suited to rule the city than the ruthless family of original vampires.

“I understand this world’s more Gothic than my own and I’m a vampire myself now but meeting in graveyards just seems too cliche for my liking.” Sara said after vamp speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand in front of Marcel and Davina.

“This cemetery is a safe haven for witches it’s where I’m at my power-fullest and it’s the only place in New Orleans where Klaus has no spies.” Davina explained to the White Canary. “I believe your sister filled you in on our little alliance and I hope your willing to fulfill her part of all this.”

“My brother’s a piece of work I’m saying all kinds of crazy with a tendency to murder instead of talk things out but he’s still my brother and that family will be the death of him unless I do something.” Sara replied to the wonder witch. “Consider me in with whatever you two have planned.”

“Davina’s extracted my venom turning it into a sleeping potion so to speak.” Marcel revealed to Sara. “We just need to get them to digest the potion and the poison from my venom along with Davina’s magic will make them sleep forever.”

“Klaus has a fondness of dumping his siblings in coffins it’s only fitting this time around he joins them.” Davina stated, clearly excited to take down the original hybrid.

“Seems legit albeit a little evil queen and snow white but hey don’t knock the classics…so, who is poisoning who?” Sara answered them both, cautious of their plan but too eager to protect her brother to not go through with it.

“I think it’s only fair I poison Kol after all we were once together and I want to explain myself as he falls asleep…I know he won’t understand but hey he’s killed me before so I got that to throw at him.” Davina told them both, making it clear who her victim was going to be.

“I guess it’s only fitting I take Rebekah…I would give her one last chance if I thought she’d ever choose me over her family, but she won’t.” Marcel decided. “I would try talking but that would probably just piss her off more.”

“Then I’ll take Klaus down gladly.” Sara declared. “But who is going to take out Elijah?”

“I figured that would be me.” A voice said from behind Sara only for her to turn around and see Laurel, the two sisters delighted to be reunited.

“Laurel…you just went home.” Sara said in disbelief to see her sister again so soon.

“Funny it was a few weeks on my earth, but figures time works differently around here considering everything else does.” Laurel revealed to her younger sister as she walked over to Sara and gave her a hug.

“I’m glad your back Laurel.” Davina said to the Black Canary, sincerely happy to see her friend’s return.

And just like that Davina, Laurel, Marcel and Sara were preparing to go to war with the Mikaelson family who were preparing to go to war with the Lance family while Lucas Lance was just a man looking for love once again in all the wrong places.

“Wakey! Wakey! Eggs and bakey.” Lucas shouted as he walked into the dining area of the compound holding a tray with a fried breakfast and a pint of blood in hand as he greeted an unimpressed Klaus who was sat at the table. “Plus, a nice pint of blood like my father always said it’s good to start the day with a pint…although to be fair he was an alcoholic.”

“Firstly, what the bloody hell are you doing here and secondly it’s afternoon not morning.” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary as Lucas placed the tray down on the table in front of the original hybrid.

“Okay so we have different sleep cycles but that’s hardly anything we can’t work around.” Lucas replied with a gleeful smile that left Klaus uneasy as the hybrid quickly rose to his feet.

“What the hell are you playing at now Lucas?” Klaus shouted at him. “I don’t have time for your games and I most definitely don’t have time for you.”

“Is this about the whole Kol because that was way before you and I even started?” Lucas asked him, continuing to make Klaus feel unsettled by his happy attitude.

“Have you cracked or something? Just because we aligned ourselves with your family to get rid of that mountain man doesn’t mean we’re suddenly allies now.” Klaus brutally told Lucas making the Red Canary’s smile turn into a frown.

“Please don’t go making out like that was a one-time thing I’ve had plenty of one night only and that was more…wasn’t it?” Lucas argued with the hybrid, beginning to realize he may have jumped the shark on this one, something which was a habit of his.

“Don’t tell me you seriously thought it was going to be more?” Klaus cruelly laughed at Lucas’ expense. “Not to mention the fact that your sister killed mine but even if she didn’t your clearly deranged beyond delusional and a far cry from anyone I would even consider having more than one night with…in fact it was a bloody miracle you got one night”

“Oh…I see.” Lucas replied with a broken look on his face which instantly made Klaus feel guilty, although the original hybrid would never admit his guilt before Lucas began laughing manically leaving Klaus even more unsettled than before. “Of course, it’s not what I thought it was it’s never what I think it is…never! I mean god forbid anybody ever finds me special…god forbid anybody ever gives a damn about little old me…and even if they were going to it was never going to be someone who’s tried to kill me so many times…bad canary love never starts with murder.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Klaus asked, trying not to show his concern for the seemingly unhinged canary.

“Perfectly fine!” Lucas replied with a sinister smile before releasing a deafening canary cry in Klaus’ direction instantly exploding the original hybrid’s head in an explosion of blood and gore, the blood splattering all over the Red Canary. “If you won’t have me as a lover I’ll just have to settle for another enemy.”

“I see you haven’t changed much since we last saw each other.” Dinah announced as Lucas turned around to see the woman, he believed to be his mother stood in front of him, clearly judging him for his bloody attack on the original hybrid. “I guess hoping for you to change your ways is too much to ask.”

“Mum…” Lucas said in complete shock, having not seen Dinah Lance for years, confused to why she had showed up now.

“I hear his head tends to grow back so we should probably go somewhere to talk in peace before that happens.” Dinah replied to the grandson she had raised like a son.

Lucas was shocked to see his mother after all this time especially on Earth Blood just after exploding Klaus Mikaelson’s head, but Dinah Lance was far from surprised to find him drenched in blood from his latest victim.

Dinah Lance was determined to rebuild her family being guilt ridden for believing she was the main factor that tore her family apart in the first place but she was unsure of whether Lucas would be a part of that family, knowing he had gone down a path he couldn’t return from but hoping he would choose a new one but not totally convinced he would even despite Laurel’s words of encouragement over his changes since coming to Earth Blood.

“I see you got the blood off you…I guess when you’re covered in other people’s blood all the time you get quite good at washing it off.” Dinah said with a judging tone in her voice as she walked into Lucas’ hotel room to see him clean and freshly changed, sitting on the edge of his bed before Lucas automatically stood up to face the woman he believed to be his mother.

“How did you wind up here?” He asked her.

“Laurel took me with her this time around thought a family reunion would be good for everyone.” Dinah replied to her secret grandson. “You look like your doing well for yourself…I’m assuming you killed all the staff in this hotel and god knows who else?”

“You would assume correctly as always…mum.” Lucas answered awkwardly, clearly never expecting to ever see Dinah again. “Sara’s still living here somewhere I think she’ll be happy to see you.”

“I’m guessing that man back there was Klaus Mikaelson and I’m guessing your romance with him didn’t end particularly well?” Dinah said with a reluctant sigh. “You’re predictable I’ll give you that…there’s always a man there’s always blood and you’re always in the thick of it causing all kinds of carnage.”

“I get it mother I’m a disappointment I have been my entire life but guess what I don’t care anymore…I gave up trying to make you love me like you loved my sisters a long time ago round about the same time you left us.” Lucas snapped at her. “So, you don’t like what I’ve become well boohoo because I love me.”

“Don’t you dare try and blame any of your dreadful acts on me!” Dinah shouted as she stormed over to Lucas and harshly slapped him across the face. “Of course, I loved you clearly, I loved you more than you ever realized, and you were never a disappointment to me until you became a cold-blooded murderer.”

“Then why was I always treated like a ghost like it pained you both to even admit my existence?” Lucas asked with tears forming in his eyes. “Not smart enough to get Laurel’s praise not stupid enough to get Sara’s talks I was the youngest and instead it was like I was stuck in the middle…the accident child who just so happened to reside in your home.”

“I loved you your dad loved you we both loved you we just didn’t quite know how to love you correctly…things were difficult with you and I know they shouldn’t have been but they were.” Dinah reluctantly admitted to Lucas as tears began to form in her own eyes. “None of it was ever your fault but when we looked at you we saw a future we didn’t like and then when we did get close to you I had to pull away fearing if I was your mother fully it would break my heart having to give you back.”

“What do you mean give me back? Who the hell would you give me back too?” Lucas questioned her, as tears began falling from both his and Dinah’s eyes. “Are you even my mother?”

“No honey I’m not I loved you like a mother, but I was never your mother I was your grandmother.” Dinah cried as she began telling Lucas the truth for the first time. “You came to us from a bleak future and I always feared that once that future was fixed you’d wind up going back…Quentin really did love you and wanted to be there more but I kept pulling him away because the only thing worse than my heart breaking was his.”

“I don’t understand you come all this way just to tell me you’re not my mother…that’s the only reason you came wasn’t it to make sure the monster knew you weren’t his mother?” Lucas said as his sadness quickly turned to anger. “Well congratulations you don’t get to be blamed for how I turned out!”

“That’s not why I’m here Luci I’m here to help you get the help you clearly need.” Dinah argued with her grandson. “This person you’ve created this mask you wear is just some defines mechanism you’ve built so you don’t get hurt it’s not the real you and I know you think there’s no coming back for you but your whole family is here for you and we’re not leaving you again.”

Lucas stood there as he found himself overcome with rage, furious about Dinah’s lies, raging over how she abandoned him just to come back to reveal she was never his mother, confirming his believes that neither her or Quentin as the anger continued to build up inside of him until he did something he would one day regret as he charged at his mother with a blind rage ready to claim her life and make her pay for everything she had ever done to him blacking out in a rage he wouldn’t come back from until he was stood over his mother’s lifeless body covered in her blood shell shocked by his most evil act yet.

Lucas Lance just stood there in his hotel room looking down at his lifeless mother Dinah Lance’s body while covered in her blood completely disturbed by the act he just committed. He always knew there was something monstrous inside of him, a built up rage that made him commit many sins and a need to be loved that drove him insane but one thing he had never done before was kill a member of his own family.

He just stood there looking down at his mother struggling to move, cry or react in anyway as he struggled to break out of his catatonic state wondering what kind of monster would kill their own mother.

Lucas had always blamed everyone else other than himself he blamed his family for not loving him enough and he blamed Slade for leading him down a dark path but the truth was nobody controlled his choices or pushed him into those monstrous acts everything he had ever done was on him and nobody else.

It was in that moment he realized he was well and truly broken in ways he couldn’t even fathom fearing this act of extreme evil had broken him beyond repair as he continued to stare at his mother’s corpse feeling nothing but shame over what he had just done and the monster he had become.

“I’m seriously god damn sick of you… I think you think a simple deed would keep you safe then you forget how well connected I am in this…” Klaus shouted as her burst the hotel room door open, only to be left shocked to see Lucas drenched in blood and standing over a corpse, not shocked because Lucas had killed but shocked because this kill had seriously done some kind of psychological damage to the Red Canary.

“I…didn’t mean…I didn’t think…I never meant to.” Lucas mumbled as he found himself struggling to come to terms with reality.

“Lucas what the hell are you doing now and who the hell is this woman?” Klaus demanded to know as he walked over to him.

“She’s my mother.” Lucas cried, as he fell to the ground and began manically sobbing as he lifted Dinah’s body into his arms. “I didn’t mean to do it…mum I’m so sorry…I never meant this…oh god what have I done?”

Klaus just stood there in silence as he continued to watch Lucas break down while holding his mother’s lifeless body in his arms, watching Lucas completely destroyed by the act he had just committed against the woman who raised him and it had Klaus remembering how he killed his own mother out of rage as he found himself once again reluctantly identifying with the Red Canary.

“I’m so sorry mummy I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Lucas sobbed as he cuddled into Dinah’s lifeless body. “What kind of monster kills their own mother?”

“Enough!” Klaus shouted at him, not able to see any more of Lucas’ pain. “We’ll take to the basement and bury her under my home nobody ever needs know what happened here today.”

“I can’t…they need to know the truth.” Lucas argued while continuing to cry only for Klaus to grab him roughly, pulling him away from Dinah and lifting Lucas back on to his feet.

“We are all capable of unspeakable evils Lucas but that doesn’t need to define us unless we let it!” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary while continuing to hold him in his grip, overcome with the need to help him. “We’re going to ditch this body get you cleaned up and act like none of this ever happened!”

Klaus didn’t quite understand his urge to help Lucas so badly maybe it was because part of him regretting killing his mother the first time around anyways or maybe it was because he saw some of himself in Lucas but either way he had once again found himself coming to the Red Canary’s rescue.

Rebekah Mikaelson didn’t want to meet with Marcel Gerard that day or any day in general but she knew they had a lot to talk over and wanted to heal the hurt between them both whether it led to a reconciliation or not she didn’t want anymore bad blood to be shared between the man she had loved for centuries even though she was uncertain if she’d love him for more centuries or if this was the end for them finally.

She hated how Marcel couldn’t let go of New Orleans even though a part of her couldn’t quite let go mainly of her family but partly the city itself after all it was the first real home for the Mikaelson family after turning into vampires but that wasn’t the only reason her relationship with Marcel fell apart.

He had chosen Klaus over her many times some out of loyalty and some out of revenge, he chose to murder Finn and bite Kol and Elijah without any thought of how she’d feel and she had to argue with the updated original to spare Klaus’ life.

There was so much they had to overcome to be together and when they finally tried she found herself being the only one trying once again as she began to realize that maybe too much history had been shared between them both for them to ever truly have a future together.

“This better be bloody good Marcellus because I quite literally don’t have the time for this.” Rebekah said after vamp speeding into an empty Rousseau's to find Marcel stood there waiting for her. “If this is about us then yes, we do need to talk…it’s just I don’t know what to say.”

“We’ve definitely got a lot to talk about Rebekah…maybe we should drink to it first?” Marcel suggested pointing towards the two glasses of red wine placed on the bar counter before walking over to them, picking them both up and walking over to hand Rebekah one of the glasses. “Words tend to be easier with alcohol.”

“Why now? You’ve had weeks to reach out why have you chosen now to want a conversation? Especially with all that is going on with my family right now.” Rebekah wondered, suspicious of her former lover.

“Your family always has something going on Rebekah.” Marcel joked before looking at her with sincere sadness in his eyes. “I’m truly sorry about Freya Mikaelson I’m not going to lie we were hardly the best of friends, but she truly was one formidable woman.”

“Yeah she really was if anybody deserved a happy ending in our family it was her.” Rebekah replied, clearly still mourning the loss of her sister. “But don’t you worry my family will avenge my sister and those canaries will wish they never came here!”

“That’s all your family ever do seek revenge or cause pain that makes people need revenge on you it’s a never-ending cycle and you don’t care for anybody other than yourselves.” Marcel snapped at the original female vampire. “Allowing any of you back into my city was truly a mistake.”

“Need I remind you it was our city long before it was yours?” Rebekah corrected the upgraded original as she slammed the glass down on the bar counter, spilling a drop of wine on her hand causing it to burn for a moment as she realized the drink was poisoned.

A furious Rebekah grabbed Marcel by the throat vamp speeding them both over to a nearby wall in which she slammed his body against, while keeping her hand tightly gripped around her neck.

“Did you seriously just try to bloody poison me?” Rebekah screamed at him, furious to be betrayed once again by the man she loved. “After everything after all these centuries, you keep finding new ways to betray me!”

“I love you Rebekah I really do but this is my city and I can’t have it falling victim to your family’s revenge.” Marcel replied, struggling to speak as Rebekah tightened her grip on his throat. “It’s either I dump you all in coffins or I’ll end you all permanently...either way your time is coming to an end.”

“And you claim to love me?” Rebekah stated before using her hand gripped on Marcel’s neck to snap it as she threw his unconscious body to the ground. “That’s not love!”

Rebekah had been betrayed by Marcel many times and had betrayed him just as many times but never in a thousand years did she ever believe he’d make an attempt to take her out not after everything they had been through and it was in that moment she realized their love was well and truly dead as she became determined Marcel was next to die and not her or anymore of her family.

Laurel Lance had never killed anyone before good or evil always believing it was not her place to play god in fact she had never even considered taking a life until she wound up on Earth Blood as she quickly realized rules were very different here her first kill being Rebekah but that technically not counting considering she never stayed dead.

The Black Canary quickly realized that the innocents of this earth would never find justice by monsters being locked up she knew these supernatural beings could only be stopped by death and she quickly became accustomed with the notion of it wasn’t murder of they were monsters the only problem with her ideology is that the Mikaelson family were far more than mere monsters.

She had noticed kindness from Rebekah as they bonded over their troubled families, seen loyalty from Hayley, passion from Klaus, fierceness from Freya and heard all about Elijah’s nobleness and from that knowledge she had begun to see them more like complicated souls than actual monsters which made her next move such a hard one.

Laurel wanted to protect her family more than anything but she didn’t want to destroy another to save her own if she had any other choice then she would choose that instead of the act she was about to commit, fearing she’d never forgive herself for what she was about to do but also knowing she had to protect her secret son from the future at all costs.

“It’s never really easy when you lose someone.” Laurel stated after speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand beside Elijah who was stood in front of a tomb with Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux’s names on it, his sister’s final resting place. “I remember when I lost my father, I blamed everyone and everything I was so mad with the world for losing him.”

“I guess you weren’t too heartbroken when you thought your cheating sister was dead though?” Elijah joked with the Black Canary.

“I was completely devastated family is always family no matter what they do you can’t stop yourself loving them if you could I’d have given up on Lucas years ago.” Laurel admitted to the noble original.

“I didn’t realize you were back in New Orleans…you do realize all alliances with our families are over?” Elijah declared, making it clear they didn’t need to exchange anymore words.

“Have you ever committed terrible acts in the name of family? I mean you’ve lived for a thousand years I’m sure you must have committed some terrible things in the name of family at least once or twice.” Laurel wondered, looking for some sign to do what she was there to do as she pulled out a flask from her jacket pocket, taking a drink to fool Elijah into thinking the drink was safe.

“I’ve committed far too many to even begin counting when my memories returned it almost broke me to see all that blood, violence and death come flooding back all at once…” Elijah explained to her. “I used to think family loyalties justified it all but in truth nothing justifies that kind of evil.”

“Wow…you’re a whole lot harder to hate than the rest of your family.” Laurel said with a sigh as Elijah noticed the flask. “It would be so much easier if you were more like Klaus, Kol or god even Rebekah.”

“What would be so easy?” Elijah wondered with a knowing smile, trying to hide the fact he knew exactly why Laurel was there. “May I have a drink?”

“No!” Laurel denied him before downing the flask in one go, causing her to cough a little before moaning. “God that tastes horrendous.”

“I didn’t think you had it to be a killer.” Elijah admitted to the meta-human.

“You knew this was poisoned the whole time?” Laurel asked in shock.

“Rebekah text me about Marcel’s failed attempt believing others would try the same trick and you almost did.” Elijah answered her, looking rather happy with himself to have avoided being poisoned.

“I want to protect Lucas at all costs, but I can’t let myself become like him to do so…call me weak or pitiful are you like but I’m not a killer!” Laurel snapped at the original vampire, clearly mad to realize there was some extremes she wouldn’t go to for her secret son.

“Not wanting to become a killer doesn’t make you weak it makes you strong and very admirable.” Elijah said with a sincere smile on his face. “You truly are something else Laurel Lance.”

“Please don’t let your family kill my son!” Laurel pleaded with the noble original, a look of desperation on her face, as she shocked Elijah by her revelation that Lucas Lance wasn’t her brother but her secret son.

Laurel began to fear her desperate plea for help had only condemned her son even further not fully realizing just how important family was to Elijah as he remembered the desperation in her voice all too well, realizing revenge was not something his sister Freya would want in this situation knowing she would never condemn any of her family taking a child from their mother and it was in that moment he decided to help the Black Canary any way he could.

Elijah Mikaelson wasn’t the only Mikaelson to have a sudden change of heart that day as Klaus found himself completely stunned by his sudden urge to protect Lucas at all costs even stashing Lucas’ murdered mother Dinah Lance’s body underneath the compound bricking up her body into a wall underneath the property determined that nobody found out what the Red Canary had done.

Klaus was attracted to Lucas from the first meeting, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the chaotic canary and even lusting after him when he found Lucas proving to be more than a match for the original hybrid but he had never realized he was beginning to truly care for him until now the Red Canary had crept into his mind, his bend and maybe even now his heart.

Lucas Lance had found himself well and truly traumatized by his latest murder as he found his mind exploding with guilt over all the lives he had taken all at once all the evil acts that led him to killing the woman who had raised him as he found himself breaking down and crying in the shower within the bathroom in the compound as the blood of the woman he called mother washed off his body and went down the drain.

Lucas had killed many times before and felt some form of guilt but it was Dinah’s death that had truly got to him and triggered the guilt of the many others he killed as he realized now more than ever than he needed to be stopped.

“I need you to kill me!” Lucas declared as he walked into Klaus bedroom wearing only a towel around his waist as he found Klaus sitting on the edge of his bed, Klaus instantly standing up to greet him.

“Trust me when I say I’ve thought about it daily, but I don’t want you dead nor do I think you deserve to be.” Klaus replied to Lucas, shocking them both with his sincerity.

“I can’t keep going on like this…” Lucas cried. “I can’t keep hurting people…I’m not right I don’t think I’ve ever been right…please Klaus just kill me!”

“I have a better idea for what to do with you.” Klaus answered him before a poisoned dart appeared from behind Lucas, hitting him in the neck and causing the canary to fall, Klaus grabbing him just in time so the unconscious canary didn’t hit the ground before gently placing Lucas down on his bed as Nyssa al Ghul walked into the room.

“I must admit I’m rather impressed that you were able to not only work out I was still on this earth but to also were able to contact me.” Nyssa told Klaus. “I really must get myself a witch or two.”

“Well once I heard about your history with a certain Sara Lance, I had a feeling your obsession would make you stick around, and I figured after today you may become somewhat useful to me.” Klaus admitted to the daughter of the demon. “I need you to take him with you to protect him at all costs and keep him from New Orleans.”

“He murdered his own mother this would be the ultimate betrayal to Sara. My beloved would never forgive me why should I help you and betray her?” Nyssa snapped at the original hybrid.

“You knew what he did when I contacted you and clearly that didn’t stop you from coming which means you know as much as I do, he’s not right.” Klaus revealed to her before asking. “But why exactly isn’t he right? I have a feeling you may know more than I do.”

“Lucas Lance has become one with the demon within the Lazarus Pit that brought him back to life it’s hardly surprisingly considering how young he was when he went in it. If anything, it’s remarkable there’s any Lucas within him.” Nyssa admitted to Klaus reluctantly. “I wasn’t sure at first why my father was so obsessed with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance until I found out it was Lucas he really wanted, and they were just a means to an end.”

“None of that makes any sense to me what the bloody hell is a Lazarus Pit and why does your father want Lucas so badly?” Klaus asked, fearing the answers would just confuse him even further.

“Because Lucas Lance is from the future a future, he’s meant to destroy alongside the guidance of my father Ra’s al Ghul.” Nyssa revealed to the original hybrid, revealing the truth behind future Laurel giving up her son to the past, not protecting him from the future at all but protecting the future from him.

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FFM throuple new to polyamory, sting of jealousy when him and her have sex while I'm away via /r/polyamory

FFM throuple new to polyamory, sting of jealousy when him and her have sex while I'm away

So me (27 F), my boyfriend (38 M) of 4 years and our girlfriend (28 F) are completely new to polyamory but we weren't trying to make it happen, it just fell together that way.

To help give some perspective, we all have a weird history with each other lol him and I were best friends for over a year, he met her online during our friendship and they entered a relationship. I was dating a guy who was using me for my car and what little I did have at the time until we became homeless together then said guy started showing his true colors, finding himself places to sleep but telling me "sorry figure it out". So at that point, me and my boyfriend became very close as he was the only person willing to help me through it and he started cheating on her with me.

Eventually, we both admitted our feelings for each other and he broke up with her and gave her a different reason why but she found out a couple of weeks later when I got pregnant and the baby was his. Fast forward 3 and a half years to about 2 months ago, we invited her over to talk to to express remorse for how we did her like that because she is an amazing, sweet, all around awesome person and she deserved none of it and things just kinda clicked from there.

So, she spent the night with us last night, I had to leave around 5:30 am to take my mom to work and just got back about 20 mins ago and I was already thinking that they were gonna have sex as soon as I left and was like "pssh whatever it's cool" and as soon as I walked in when I got back, they told me that's what they did (they were telling me because of something funny that happened that killed the mood) and I played it cool but I actually feel kind of weird, jealous, almost like a third wheel and like I almost suddenly didn't know how to act around them.

Is this normal for people who are new to polyamory or is this maybe because of our history? It might also help to add that her and I haven't had sex without our boyfriend involved yet either. I just don't want to keep feeling like this Everytime they do things without me there.

Submitted August 04, 2020 at 04:23AM by dawnanana via reddit https://ift.tt/39UzSQB

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Felix Fierce (Buffy and Angel Fanfiction) Season 1

Episode 1 - Welcome to The 20s

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own the original content to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Angel”, the comics or any of the original characters from the “Buffyverse” all rights belong to Joss Whedon.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture and Sexual Innuendos, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Into every generation there was a chosen one until a powerful witch called Willow Rosenberg changed the rules forevermore.

No longer would Buffy Summers stand-alone against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness.

She was the slayer that changed everything but now it’s his turn.

Felix Fierce found himself running through the woods late at night frantically looking behind him until he found himself crashing into Thorn in full vampire mode, his body hitting against the vampire before he himself fell to the ground.

“Thorn listen this isn’t you.” Felix pleaded as Thorn pulled him off the ground.

“Your right it isn’t that’s kind of the point.” Thorn replied before sinking his teeth into Felix’s neck before Felix suddenly woke up in his bed within his bedroom.

He slowly sat up in his bed before hearing a knock at his door as his father Forest walked into his room.

“I see someone’s finally up I know it’s the holidays and that means allowing my 18 year old son to be as lazy as possible before the new year of school starts but you did promise to chaperone your sister tonight at the New Year’s Eve party.” Forest Fierce reminded his son.

“Dad,” Felix replied as he leaned over to his bedside unit, picking up his phone to check the time. “It’s still morning last time I checked parties happen at night.”

“Yeah but Fyre’s decided she needs to go shopping for an outfit and that’s not exactly my area of expertise.” Forest told him.

“Is this because I’m gay dad?” Felix asked his father.

“No this is because I almost had to take out a second mortgage last time you went on a date with your boyfriend and you decided to buy yourself a whole new wardrobe only to wear something you already.” Forest replied.

“Okay,” Felix yawned. “I see your point but at this point letting me loose with your cards is at your own peril now I’m thinking a new chaperone style outfit is going to need to be bought.”

“Who needs two kidneys anyways?” Forest joked before walking out of Felix’s room and closing the door behind him.

“Great now I’m stuck with my kid sister all day and night.” Felix moaned to himself. “Worst New Year’s ever!”

“Remind me again how I was roped into driving you and Fyre to the shopping mall?” Bryce Kane asked his best friend as he and Felix stood within the store located within Scorchville shopping mall while Fyre was further down the store searching the rails for a New Year’s outfit.

“Because like my sister you both have parties and have left it to the last minute to get an outfit so like the amazing brother and friend I am I agreed to help you both out in this archaic shopping mall that only stays open because of people like you and my sister.” Felix replied.

“Good point,” Bryce agreed. “I do need something other than bland to impress Malerie at her party tonight so let’s just pretend I never moaned to you and I’ve been thankful since the minute we got here.

“Yeah okay Bryce,” Felix laughed at his best friend. “Mercy’s still pissed at you for ditching us tonight so your best keeping me on side at least.”

“Mercy’s still mad?” Bryce asked. “Any ideas on how I can make it up to her?”

“Oh, I’m so not getting involved in a fight between my two best friends.” Felix made himself clear as Fyre walked over to them both holding a somewhat revealing dress in her hands instantly catching her brother’s attention. “Hell, no dad would very much like you to go into the year 2020 with your virginity intact.”

“Felix you’re like an old man it’s almost a new bloody decade let’s not go into it assuming certain outfits make a girl a whore.” Fyre Fierce scolded her older brother. “I mean you dress like a librarian, but I know for a fact you’re not going into the year 2020 with your virginity intact.”

“Well played.” Bryce said with a smile to his best-friend’s younger sister.

“Fine if your going to get bitchy about it you can wear the bloody dress but at least get a cardigan to trick dad with before we leave for the party.” Felix replied, giving into an argument he knew he had no chance of winning.

Fyre quickly walked away from her brother and his best friend and on wards toward the store’s changing room to try on her dress with a victorious smile on her face.

“She is only a year younger than you Felix you need to stop treating her like she’s seven and start realizing she’s seventeen.” Bryce told his friend.

“Here I’m just doing father patrol because dad’s going to be super pissed at her for picking that dress then me for allowing that dress and then she’ll be pissed at dad for being such an old man and then I’ll have to get pissed at dad because he’s pissed at me and before you know it it’s Christmas Armageddon all over again.” Felix explained to Bryce.

“If you think holidays are bad with your family just wait until your dad starts the new year as headmaster at Scorchville High.” Bryce revealed before realizing he slipped up. “Which I wasn’t supposed to mention until after the New Year.”

“You’ve got to be joking me can’t he just stick to teaching at that pompous New York school I mean sure it’s a commute but that comes in handing for sneaking Thorn in and out the house now I’m not even going to be able to sneak about school with him.” Felix complained to his friend. “How the hell did you find out before me anyway?”

“Well I’m captain of the Scorchville Swimmers and Mercy’s is Scorchville High student body president so between the two of us we know everything that goes down in that place.” Bryce revealed. “We were going to tell you, but we couldn’t decide who had to deliver the news and then she stopped talking to me.”

“Well just you wait till I see Mercy because it may just be me blanking the both of you.” Felix warned him. “Now let’s hurry up and find you something because I’m craving coffee.”

Felix and Bryce walked up to the new coffee store/book shop called Scorching Scorchville with a quote underneath the sign saying come in for simply scorching reads and charismatic coffee having dropped Felix’s sister Fyre back off at home after finding her and Bryce outfits for their New Year’s Eve parties.

It was a relatively new store and Felix tended to stick to what he knew best when it came to his caffeinated hot drinks, but he knew his friend Mercy Cole had become obsessed with the place recently and was currently inside meaning it was time to fix things out between her and Bryce but before they even got a chance to step inside they found themselves confronted by Felix’s high school nemesis Rick Star appeared from down the street.

“Well if it isn’t Scorchville’s answer to Ross and Joey.” Rick greeted them with a mocking tone as always. “I bet you guys take naps with each other all the time.”

“Seriously Rick do you just pop up to insult me or do you actually have a life outside of being an archaic school bitch?” Felix snapped back at Rick.

“I’m so glad you can make Malerie’s party tonight I’m sure she’s going to be pleased to see you.” Rick said to Bryce before giving Felix a bitch stare. “Just remember your weird little sidekicks are not on the list.”

“Sidekicks really? Someone really needs to give your side a kick or several.” Felix replied.

“I can’t wait.” Bryce said to Rick, much to Felix’s disapproval as Rick quickly budged past them both and made his way out of sight after turning the street corner. “Why do I have a feeling your pissed with me too?”

“I’m just going to stay focused on the task at hand right now because if I don’t, I may wind up aligning myself with Mercy.” Felix answered Bryce making it clear he wasn’t impressed.

“Malerie has terrible taste in friends but great taste in boyfriends.” Bryce replied trying to justify attending a party with the number one enemy.

“Yeah the jury’s still out on that one.” Felix responded by rolling their eyes.

“Did you really have to bring the traitor with you?” Mercy moaned after Felix and Bryce walked into the coffee shop/bookstore and walked over to her table.

“Play nice Mercy he’s here to apologize.” Felix told her as he sat down opposite his friend.

“I am?” Bryce asked until Felix grabbed a hold of him and forced him to sit down next to him. “Okay I am I’m really sorry.”

“I get the whole rush you seem to be in losing your virginity and I can even somewhat understand why Malerie’s the girl for you, but you’ve not even got a girlfriend yet and your ditching us for her.” Mercy moaned at Bryce.

“Mercy that’s a little harsh don’t you think?” Felix butted in only to get a furious glare from Mercy. “Okay I’m back to being Switzerland over here.”

“Look if it means that much to you, I’ll ditch Malerie’s party and chaperone Fyre with you guys tonight.” Bryce submitted to Mercy’s mood.

“Thank you.” Mercy replied with a smile.

“Okay Switzerland just got switched off for a moment,” Felix couldn’t help but say. “Mercy do you remember our anti-valentines pact last year before I got with Thorn?”

“Not really no, why?” Mercy asked her friend.

“That’s because it only wound up being Bryce and me because you decided to be in a throuple for that long confusing week and we were all like yay go for it because hey it’s something to tick of the list.” Felix defended Bryce. “Bryce has been relentlessly trying to give his virginity to anyone offering and he finally gets a sliver of hope and you’re going to stand in his way?”

“Remind me to remind you never to defend me again.” Bryce told Felix, clearly embarrassed.

“Hey that throuple would’ve worked if they didn’t both fall in love with me the same time, I wound up falling in love with Julien at the same time.” Mercy defended herself before giving in. “But I see your point.”

“So, do I get to go or not?” Asked a confused Bryce.

“Yes, but only because of your dated need to lose your virginity before your 19 if you fall in love with moronic Malerie I may have to disown you.” Mercy warned him.

“Please Malerie’s not going to last a month.” Felix laughed. “Also isn’t it a bit stereotypical to judge someone purely based on their intelligence?”

“When exactly does Switzerland switch back on?” Mercy asked Felix.

“I think Malerie and I have serious potential.” Bryce said in defense of his choice of woman.

“Of course, you do,” Felix mocked his friend while tapping his hand on Bryce’s shoulder before noticing Trix Lance over by the bookstore part of Scorching Scorchville instantly grabbing his attention as he realize she was reading the infamous book with the title Vampyr book. “Here the owner here is very peculiar.”

“I know right? She’s part of the reason I love this place.” Mercy admitted with a smile on her face as she and Bryce joined Felix as they observed Trix reading away within the library like area of the store.

Suddenly Felix began to feel a piercing pain in his head before his eyesight went and all he could see is whiteness before being thrown of his chair much to Mercy and Bryce’s horror as they watched their friend collapse onto the floor.

Felix found himself awaking from the same nightmare he had earlier only this time when he woke up he found himself lying on the floor of Scorching Scorchville after a glass of water was thrown in his face awakening to see Trix, Bryce and Mercy standing over him with Trix holding an empty glass making it clear she was the water culprit.

“See I told you it’s just a perfectly normal teenage collapse you children these days are forever skipping breakfast.” Trix told them all as Bryce and Mercy helped Felix get back onto his feet.

“Are you okay?” Mercy asked her recently conscious friend.

“Yeah clearly just need more carbs or something.” Felix replied to her.

“Are you sure because we could always drop by the hospital and get you checked out?” Bryce suggested.

“Nonsense the boy is perfectly fine you teenagers don’t want to be wasting New Year’s Eve in hospital just because your friend forgot to have breakfast.” Trix said to the three of them.

“Okay lady you seem way too invested in this considering you’re a stranger.” Bryce replied to the blonde-haired store owner.

“Guys I’m fine besides Fyre would literally kill me if I cancelled being chaperone to the party she’s going to.” Felix told Mercy and Bryce, attempting to reassure them both he’s okay.

“What did you see?” Trix asked Felix. “Every time that happens the person always sees something either during it or in a dream the night before.”

“Every time what happens Mrs Lance?” Mercy wondered.

“Fainting of course.” Trix lied to her.

“Okay as interesting as you clearly are, we’ve got a party to chaperone and Bryce has a first date to prepare for.” Felix declared, clearly wanting to get as far away from Trix Lance as possible as something about her made him feel uneasy.

“Very well Felix Fierce enjoy what remains of 2019.” Trix said with a smile before starting to walk away over to the store counter. “I have a feeling 2020 is going to be your year.”

“Hold up how does she know your name?” Bryce asked Felix.

“Beats me.” Felix replied.

“I’m crushing super hard right now!” Mercy admitted as she looked over at Trix with admiration in her eyes.

“So, I’m guessing by the fact your sister was happy when she came home that I’m going to hate her outfit?” Forest asked his son Felix and his son’s friend Mercy as the three of them stood at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway of the Fierce family home waiting for Fyre to grace them with her presence.

“Not half as much as I’m hating you as my new headmaster but if you don’t go all old man on Fyre then I’ll postpone telling her till after the new year.” Felix replied.

“Deal,” Forest gave in reluctantly before telling both Felix and Mercy. “Just make sure she’s always with at least one of you and you all come back here.”

“What are you doing for the new year Mr Fierce?” Mercy asked Felix’s father.

“I’m heading to your parents’ New Year’s Eve party like I do every year it’s a shame none of use will be there this year.” Forest replied to his son’s best friend. “Speaking of which where’s Bryce tonight?”

“He’s at a party where Rick the…” Mercy began to say before quickly changing her words. “Where Rick Star is attending because his soon to be girlfriend Malerie has terrible taste in friends.”

“I still remember the days when you and Rick were inseparable.” Forest said to his son who looked unimpressed with him for reminding him.

“I was friends with Rick before he became a dick.” Felix replied to his father just before Fyre began walking down the stairs in a silky black dress demanding all the attention from the room as she continued to go down the stairs until she was stood next to her father, brother and her brother’s friend.

“Fyre you look as beautiful as ever.” Forest told his daughter before giving her a hug and kissing her on the forehead lovingly.

“When’s Thorn meeting us?” Mercy asked Felix.

“He’s only just finished work so he’s going to meet us at the party once he’s had the chance to get changed.” Felix answered her as Forest broke off his hug with his daughter looking irritated by Thorn’s mention.

“You didn’t tell me Thorn was going to be chaperoning too.” Forest said to Felix in a disapproving tone.

“He is my boyfriend dad and it’s our first new year whether we’re partying or chaperoning or sitting at home doing nothing we’re going to be spending it together.” Felix replied. “Which is probably a good time to mention I invited him over for dinner tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s family only.” Forest told his son.

“Does that mean my invite’s revoked because my parents are going to be way too hungover to cook and even if they weren’t, I much prefer your cooking Mr Fierce.” Mercy butted in making it clear she wasn’t going to be uninvited easily.

“Of course, not you and Bryce are extended family.” Forest said sincerely making Mercy smile.

“Dad, if you don’t let Felix have his boyfriend round tomorrow then I’m going to go out tonight find myself a new boyfriend or maybe a couple of boyfriends and get them to gate crash tomorrow’s dinner.” Fyre warned her father.

“Fine,” Forest once again found himself giving into his children’s demands. “I hate when you decide to gang up on me.”

“Why do you hate him so much anyways dad?” Felix asked his dad, clearly annoyed that his boyfriend and father didn’t get along.

“I don’t hate him Felix I’m just not a big fan either.” Forest admitted.

“I guess that just makes tomorrow the perfect timing for everyone to become fans of everyone.” Mercy once again butted in, this time trying to calm the room before Christmas Armageddon had a New Year’s special.

“I don’t know what’s taking him so bloody long it’s our first time seeing the new year in together and he’s running late.” Felix complained to Mercy as the two of them stood within the balcony part of the nightclub The Avenue while looking down at the dance-floor monitoring Fyre who was busy dancing with a group of friends.

“He’ll be here Felix I’m sure he’s got a great reason for showing up late.” Mercy replied, trying to reassure her friend.

“Anything short of him being dead is going to be a hard sell at this point.” Felix told her before he was suddenly nudged accidentally by a man causing him to fall over the railing of the balcony.

Felix fell from the balcony instantly getting everyone’s attention as the entire club looked on in horror and the music stopped only for Felix to land from the long fall on both feet with ease causing everyone to instantly clap and cheer him on.

“How did you just do that?” Fyre asked her brother as she ran over to Felix. “Are you okay?”

“I have no idea,” Felix replied as Mercy began running down the stairs from the balcony to check on her best friend. “I guess I just got lucky.”

“Lucky’s definitely the right word there.” Fyre said before turning to the rest of the club and shouting. “Show’s over get the music going!”

“Despite my death defying stunts how’s your night going sis?” Felix asked his sister as the crowd went back to dancing as the music began playing once more.

“It’s alright except for most of the eye candy being brain farts the intriguing ones being stuck up and me just a girl looking for a new year’s kiss.” Fyre admitted to her older brother as Mercy walked over to them both.

“Are you okay? That was some fall have you been secretly taking in extra gymnastic lessons?” Mercy asked her friend.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Felix reassured Mercy before turning his attention back to his sister. “I’m sure you’ll find someone to kiss for the bells whereas my date seems to be…”

“Here,” Thorn butted in as he appeared from out of the crowd and starting walking towards Felix. “Your date seems to be here and he’s really sorry for being late.”

“Well at least you’re here now.” Felix said to his boyfriend before giving him a kiss on the lips only to feel a strange tingle when he kissed him making him pull a confused face.

“Are you okay?” His boyfriend asked him.

“Yeah it’s just been a long day.” Felix replied.

“You can say that again earlier he fell of a chair fainting and just now he falls off the bloody balcony and lands on both feet.” Mercy revealed to Thorn and Fyre.

“Wait when did you faint?” Fyre and Thorn asked Felix in unison.

“It was nothing,” Felix answered them while giving Mercy a glare. “Definitely not worth talking about.”

“Well I best give you extra attention tonight just in case.” Thorn to his boyfriend before hugging Felix and kissing him on the cheek unknowingly making Felix feel the same strange tingle, this time making Felix’s skin crawl.

“Happy New Year!” Thorn said to Felix as the two now stood at the balcony of the night club, before kissing his boyfriend on the lips after the entire club counted down to the year 2020.

“Happy New Year,” Felix replied after feeling something off with Thorn’s touch once again before kissing him again to see if things still felt off, which it did. “Is everything okay with you Thorn? You seem a little off.”

“I’m fine in fact I was about to say the same to you.” Thorn told him. “How about we go outside and bring in the New Year properly before anyone notices we’re gone?”

Suddenly Felix saw Thorn’s full vampire face appear before his face returned to normal within a blink leaving him even more confused as he was reminded of his earlier nightmare.

“Yeah sure.” Felix answered with uncertainty.

Felix and Thorn quickly made their way out of The Avenue kissing passionately as Felix decided to ignore the weirdness, he experienced leaving it in 2019 before Thorn suddenly threw Felix into the wall with force.

“Thorn what the hell?” Felix asked before being left horrified as Thorn’s face went into vampire mode. “I’m so hating my brain today!”

“Being with you is truly tedious you never stop talking and you and your friends are even worse I think I’ll kill them after killing you.” Thorn cruelly mocked Felix as he walked towards him.

“Thorn what’s wrong with you?” Felix wondered, clearly terrified by Thorn approaching him with a vampire face. “I had this dream before.”

Thorn plunged at Felix who quickly moved to the side before grabbing a hold of his vampire lover lifting his body upwards and slamming him into the brick wall before beginning to make a run for it down the alleyway only for Thorn to start chasing after him.

Felix didn’t get far before Thorn caught up to him as the vampire jumped on his prey making them both fall to the ground Thorn landing on top off Felix with Felix’s back to the ground.

“Don’t worry this will all soon be over.” Thorn promised him.

“Screw you!” Felix shouted before kneeing his lover in the crotch and throwing his body over his head making the vampire land harshly onto the ground as Felix quickly rose to his feet.

Thorn wasted no time in getting back on his feet and charging towards Felix again who quickly kick Thorn in the stomach before using his other foot to climb up his body kicking the vampire in the face before black flipping back into the same spot where he delivered a punch straight to Thorn’s stomach making Thorn crash to the ground once more.

“You’re a vampire.” Felix finally realized as Thorn once again stood back up.

“This isn’t over slayer.” Thorn promised before turning around and making a run for it as Felix suddenly heard a clapping sound only to turn around to see Trix Lance standing before him with a lit cigarette in hand.

“Preferably slayers stake the vampire, but I suppose that wasn’t a terrible first time I’ve heard of worst.” Trix said to him while taking a draw from her cigarette as Thorn was now out of sight. “But next time you go up against a vampire you should probably kill them.”

“He’s a vampire and I’m a slayer,” Felix began to understand. “I’ve heard stories I mean who hasn’t, but I didn’t think any of it was real.”

“Vampires, werewolves, trolls, ogres…the list goes on.” Trix revealed as she threw her cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with her heels. “All of them are real.”

“I want to argue the reality of it all but I literally survived a fall without a scratch and I just fought with my vampire boyfriend who I guess now is my ex.” Felix replied to the blonde haired store owner as he walked towards her. “My only question is who are you?”

“Bellatrix Lance, your new watcher from the newly established Watchers Academy founded by Rupert Giles.” Trix admitted to her slayer. “We should probably start discussing your training.”

“Wow,” Felix said in shock. “Welcome to 2020 Felix Fierce.”