#i don’t know how she did it and i am so happy she is in a kinder place right now

[daryltwdixon]

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Summary: Tensions rise as the three of you try to find clarity in the aftermath of lines crossed and feelings laid bare. In the weeks that follow, you begin to wonder if something this messy could still become something that lasts.

|| smut MDNI 18+, some mentions of pregnancy, angst and feelings, some fluff, dirty talk, pinv, blowjobs, love triangle (?), no outbreak, jealousy, possessiveness, power play, joel talks you thru it of course, fair warning this isn’t exactly healthy, bad communication, don’t do this ok || notes: eeeehhehe okay I love this one. its a long boy! I listened to you and didn’t delete any of it lmao I love this dynamic so much and it makes me so happy to know everyone is as filthy as I am // pic of Joel & Tommy is mine //

“So, when you saw them, what went through your head, Tommy?” Dr. Servopoulos asked. The office was neat, almost unnervingly so. The walls were bare except for a few framed photos—serene lakes, white sailboats drifting across still water. A false sense of calm in a space built for unraveling things that weren’t calm at all. The air smelled faintly of old books and lavender, a weak attempt to soften the weight of conversations like this.

It had taken a lot to convince either of the men beside you to come today.

Bringing anyone into this mess was hard enough, but laying it bare for someone outside the three of you, having someone watch, analyze, pick apart what happened behind closed doors felt like something private was being dissected under a microscope.

Joel hated this. You knew he hated this. He was a man who carried his feelings in silence, whose apologies lived in things left unsaid. He didn't do this—didn’t sit in stiff chairs like this, in stuffy offices like this, didn't put words to things that made his throat tight. Yet, he still agreed to be here.

And Tommy—you knew this was hard for him too. Not just because of what had happened, but because sitting here, having someone else pick at the wounds, meant acknowledging that things weren’t okay. That they couldn’t just fix it themselves. That you had invited someone in to see the cracks that had formed over the past few months.

It made the walls feel closer, the chairs feel stiffer, the quiet feel too loud.

You watched Tommy as he sighed beside you, his fingers rubbing at his brow. His eyes flickered to the doctor before dropping to the floor. “I don’t even remember,” he muttered. “S’like I’ve blocked it all out.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I do remember the right hook I gave ‘im when Joel was tryna say somethin’ to me.” His voice darkened. “Ya know. When they were finally dressed.”

The last word dripped with bitterness.

You flinched. Your fingers curled together in your lap, knuckles pressing tight.

Joel shifted beside you, the slight movement drawing your attention. He sat stiff in his chair, his thumb rubbing absently at the bruised, purple swell on his cheek—the evidence of Tommy’s fury. He hadn’t said a single word since the session started.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to meet the doctor’s gaze. “Dr. Servopoulos—”

“Tess,” she offered smoothly.

“Tess,” you amended. “We never meant… this was never supposed to get this far. I just want him to know I never—” You turned to look Tommy in the eyes. “I never intended for this to happen.”

Tommy let out a rough scoff, shaking his head. His arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah, well, neither did I.”

A quiet beat.

Tess glanced at Joel then, waiting.

Joel felt the weight of her stare and finally looked up. His dark eyes met hers, unreadable.

Tess raised a brow. “Anything to add?”

His jaw ticked. “What d’you want me to say?”

“You tell me, Mr. Miller.” Tess mused, tapping her pen against her notepad. “What about how you ended up sleeping with your brother’s wife?”

Joel exhaled slowly through his nose. His knuckles flexed. “Didn’t start out that way.”

Tess hummed. “Right.” She flipped to a page of her notes. “So let’s lay this out. You—” she nodded at you, “wanted a baby. You—” she pointed at Tommy, “were willing to ask your own brother to be a sperm donor, which then turned into you—” she turned to Joel, “what, just doing your brother a favor? By sleeping with his wife?”

Joel’s fingers drummed against his knee. “I did say no at first. But yeah, somethin’ like that.”

Tommy mumbled under his breath, “Yeah. A real big favor.”

You swallowed.

Tess scribbled something down. “Okay,” she said, flipping her pen between her fingers. “So when you three agreed to try for a baby in this… hands-on way, you never foresaw the possibility of… complications?”

You shook your head, stomach twisting.

“Not once?”

“I didn’t think about it,” you admitted, voice small. “I thought we were just—we were focused on the baby.”

Tommy snorted, rubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah? Well, neither of you seemed focused on it when you were sneakin’ around.”

You flinched again.

Joel finally looked up at him, his expression dark. “We weren’t sneakin’.”

“Sure as hell felt like it,” Tommy shot back.

Tess sighed, leaning forward, her gaze flicking between the three of you. “Alright, let’s just call it what it is: things got complicated. Lines that were there for a reason got crossed. And the problem wasn’t you trying for a baby—it was everything that happened outside of that agreement.”

She gestured between you and Joel. “You broke the boundaries you set. Maybe you ignored it, maybe you thought you could handle it, but now you’re here. And not because the plan failed, but because you broke your own rules. You had sex outside of what you all agreed to.”

A brief pause. Her eyes scanned each of you, as if silently asking any of you to deny it, before she tilted her head.

“So let’s cut to it. Why are you here? What do each of you actually want?”

Tommy exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know, okay?” His voice cracked slightly. “I just—I ain’t ready to throw away my marriage, but I also ain’t stupid enough to pretend like nothin’ happened.”

Tess nodded, absorbing his words before turning to you. “And you?”

Your throat felt tight. “I—” Your hands fisted in your lap. “I don’t want to lose either of them.”

Tommy’s head snapped toward you.

Joel’s fingers twitched.

You swallowed, your voice steadier now. “My marriage with Tommy is important to me. He is important to me.” You turned toward your husband, eyes pleading. “But things are complicated. Because Joel is important too.” You hesitated, shifting your gaze to Joel’s hands, his knuckles tight and white where they pressed together. “I don’t want to just cut him out of this just because of one mistake.”

Tommy’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t interrupt. His fingers drummed against his knee, his gaze flickering between you and Joel like he was waiting for something.

Tess sat forward slightly, pen poised. “And Joel?”

Joel dragged a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose. “I don’t wanna make things worse than they already are,” he muttered, voice low, unreadable.

Tess hummed, unimpressed. “That’s not really an answer.”

His fingers tapped against his knee. “Ain’t got another one.”

You turned toward him, heart pounding. “Joel.”

His jaw flexed, his eyes staying downcast away from you.

You didn’t push right away, letting the silence stretch between you before trying again, voice softer this time. “What do you want?”

His throat worked, but he didn’t speak.

Tess glanced between you both. “It doesn’t have to be a speech, Joel. Just say what’s in your head.”

Joel breathed in a slow, heavy breath, rubbing the heel of his hand over his mouth. His fingers dragged across the stubble on his jaw. When he finally looked up, his eyes locked onto his brother. “I know what we agreed to,” he said, voice steady but low. “I know this was supposed to be your kid, that I was just…” He trailed off for a second, shaking his head, like the word didn’t sit right with him. “That I was just helpin’.”

The room felt very still. 

Joel shifted, his knuckles flexing against his knee. “But shit changed, Tommy.” His voice roughened. “I can’t just—" He exhaled sharply, shoulders tensing. “I won’t just step back like this don’t mean nothin’ to me.”

The weight of it settled between all of you. Tommy’s knee bounced, his hands gripping his own upper arms where they were crossed. His mouth pressed into a hard line, but he didn’t speak, didn’t argue.

Joel swallowed, gaze flicking downward for a second before lifting again. “I ain’t askin’ for—” He hesitated, his jaw flexing like the words were hard to force out. “I don’t even know what I’m askin’ for.” His eyes flickered to Tommy’s. “But I do know I ain’t gonna be left out to dry.”

“No one said you would be,” you tried to soothe, your hand reaching to rest on his forearm, shaking your head. His skin was rough, warm, solid beneath your touch.

Your eyes traced the worn lines of his face, the quiet tension in his jaw as he looked at his brother. He was handsome in a way that felt etched into him, shaped by time and hardship, by everything he’d carried.

And you knew—better than anyone—how much Tommy meant to him. That neither of them trusted anyone as much as they trusted each other. That this needed to be amended before anything else could carry on between the two of you. You took your hand away from his arm.

Tess let out a slow breath. “Okay,” she murmured, nodding slightly. “Thank you, Joel. I think everyone needed to hear that.”

Joel’s fingers flexed again, and this time, his gaze flicked toward you, studying you for the first time since you arrived. There was something there—a charge, a quiet pull that hadn’t been there before. Or maybe it had, and you were only noticing it now, now that everything had changed.

You let the silence stretch as you kept your eyes on his, trying to read between everything he wasn’t saying. That he wanted to be part of this, that he wasn’t going to give this up easily.

Then Tommy sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Alright,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Then we gotta figure out what the hell we’re actually doin’ here.”

Tess tapped her pen against her notepad. “Right. So let’s talk about our options.”

“Options?” Tommy echoed, his voice edged with skepticism.

Tess nodded, uncrossing her legs only to recross them the other way. She leaned forward slightly. “The way I see it, there are ways to make this work—even if none of them are simple.” She flipped to a fresh page in her notebook. “But make no mistake: it’s going to take work.”

Her pen tapped lightly against the paper as she continued. “Let’s start with the obvious: you can walk away from this entirely, go your separate ways—but none of you seem too eager to do that. Or, you and Tommy could stay together, work on the marriage, and Joel can remain in the background. Be some kind of father figure to this child and nothing more.”

She lifted a brow and looked directly at him. “But I’m not sure, with how far this has gotten, that that’s actually what you want.”

Joel didn’t answer right away. His jaw worked, tension shifting through his shoulders as his eyes dropped to the floor.

Then, quiet but certain, Joel said, “It’s not.”

Your chest tightened. The urge to reach for him surged again, stronger this time, but you didn’t move. You let him sit in the silence he’d chosen, even as it said more than anything else could.

Tess gave a small nod, like she’d expected that answer.

Joel didn’t elaborate. Didn’t look up. But the shift in the room was immediate. Whatever this had started as—it wasn’t just about the baby anymore.

Tess paused, giving the moment space before she spoke again.

“So the third option…How do we feel about the possibility of an open relationship?”

The silence that followed was thick, charged.

Tommy looked at you. You looked at him. Then at Joel. Joel stared at the floor, his jaw tight, expression unreadable.

Tess leaned her elbows on her knees, voice calm but direct. “I’ll be honest—I rarely see that work in situations like this. But it’s an option. If you’re willing to set clear, honest boundaries—and actually respect them.”

Tommy let out a breathy, humorless laugh, running a hand down his face again. “Boundaries. We’d need real ones this time. Ones that actually get followed.” His voice was edged, not cruel, but firm. “Not just shit we say and then ignore the second someone gets all… worked up.”

You tried not to let the flush creep onto your face as you kept your eyes on Tess as she went on.

“Now, let’s talk about Sarah.”

Joel immediately stiffened, his eyes shooting up to look at the doctor. Tommy did too.

“She doesn’t need to know about any of this,” Joel said, voice sharp.

“Not right now,” Tommy agreed. He turned to his brother, “But eventually, she’s gonna ask questions. And if we’re talkin’ about raising a baby together too, we can’t just not think about how this looks to her.”

Tess nodded, writing something down. “And if you don’t figure out what you actually are to each other, she’s gonna pick up on that long before you’re ready to have the conversation.” She flicked her gaze between all of you. “Kids are perceptive. The more unsure you are, the more confusing it’s gonna be for her.”

“When the time comes,” Joel said, measured, “I’ll tell her.” He glanced at Tommy, then at you. “Not before. Not unless she starts askin’.”

Tess watched him closely. “And if she does?”

Joel exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Then I’ll explain it to her. In a way that makes sense.” His eyes flickered between you and Tommy again. “She don’t need to know more than what’s right for her age.”

You let out a slow breath, nodding. “Alright.”

Tess closed her notebook. “Alright. It’s a start. But you’ve got work to do. This isn’t just about a baby anymore.” She looked directly at Tommy. “It’s about your marriage. About your relationships with each other.” Then her gaze flicked between you and Joel. “And whether or not you two can actually handle boundaries, or if this is just a slow crawl toward something blowing up in your faces.”

You swallowed. Joel’s hands clenched.

Tommy just sighed. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Guess we’ll find out.”

The walk into the parking lot was a quiet one, with the buzzing of unsettled energy between the three of you. Once outside the door, you all seemed to turn to each other, waiting for someone to speak.

“Thank you,” you said finally, your voice soft. “Both of you. For coming to this. I know it was…” You couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Weird,” Joel offered, with a dry edge.

“Necessary,” Tommy muttered, crossing his arms.

You nodded, arms folding across your chest. “So…” you trailed off, unsure what came next. None of you were.

Tommy gave a short sigh and looked off toward the lot. “I’ll go grab the truck.” He didn’t wait for a response—just turned and walked, shoulders tight, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.

You and Joel stood in the stillness he left behind.

He glanced at you, then away, rocking slightly on his heels. “I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to say right now.”

You huffed a quiet breath. “Yeah. Me neither.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, like something was caught just behind his teeth—but he didn’t speak.

And you didn’t reach for him, even though you wanted to. Even though your hand twitched like it might. To squeeze his, to graze his wrist, to pull him close and maybe even kiss him goodbye. But it was still too weird. Too soon.

So instead, when Tommy pulled up and the tires crunched on the pavement, you stepped forward and let your fingers brush lightly over Joel’s shoulder. Just for a second. Just enough to say something without having to speak.

The window on Tommy’s side rolled down, elbow braced on the edge. He was watching his brother with a resigned look in his eyes.

Joel met his eyes. They exchanged a short, silent nod. Nothing more.

You climbed into the passenger seat, heart thrumming. Joel stayed standing where you left him, hands in his pockets, watching as the truck pulled away.

And even though nothing had been said… it felt like something had shifted. Just enough to make it through the rest of the day.

For mid-October, the sun sure was baking you in the bleachers. But it was the good kind of heat—cozy, not oppressive. The air smelled like dust and hay and horses. Behind you, the fair buzzed with life—kids screaming on the roller coasters, bells ringing as prizes were won, music from the concert stage floating over the field like static.

The Austin Fall Festival was in full swing.

Tommy sat beside you on the sun-warmed metal bench, one hand deep in a bag of kettle corn, the other resting easy on your knee. Down in the arena below your seats, another bull rider went airborne, thrown like a ragdoll into the dirt. The crowd let out a collective wince.

“Damn,” Tommy said, watching the guy scramble to his feet. “That’s gonna bruise.”

You snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Bruise? That man’s spine just folded in half.”

Tommy grinned, leaning in. “Bet I could do better.”

You raised a brow. “You can’t even get outta bed without your back crackin’ like fireworks.”

He laughed, mouth full of popcorn, then pressed a quick kiss to your lips—warm and familiar. “True. But I’d still look good tryin’.”

You smiled as you sipped your soda. The air smelled like caramel and something fried—probably the funnel cake stand you passed earlier. You sat close enough to the arena that you could hear the thud of hooves, the pop of the announcer’s mic, the wave of cheers and groans rolling through the stands behind you. It felt electric.

Sarah was up soon. Her first barrel race. She’d been buzzing about it for weeks.

You leaned into Tommy’s side, and he brought his arm up to wrap around your shoulders, giving you an affectionate squeeze.

This was good. A sense of normalcy again.

Then, a familiar face caught your eye making his way up the bleachers. Joel had a bag of cotton candy in one hand and was weaving through the crowd with ease up the stairs. He reached your row and slid in beside you, a small smile already on his face.

“Just left Sarah with her trainer,” he said, a little out of breath. “She’s up in the next few.”

Then he leaned in to greet you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek meant to be just a casual familial ‘hello’. But still, his stubble scraped your skin just enough to leave a spark, and he smelled like horses and leather and that subtle cologne he always wore. It hit somewhere low in your stomach, but you didn’t let it show. 

He greeted Tommy with a nod, and popped a puff of cotton candy into his mouth.

You made a face. “Ugh. How can you eat that stuff?”

Joel grinned around the sugar, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s what makes me so sweet.”

You laughed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your soda. Tommy reached down for more popcorn, his arm brushing against your back as he dropped his hand from your shoulder, and Joel leaned forward to watch the next event being announced.

You sat between them, shoulders brushing, the sun warming your back, the crowd rising around you.

For a moment, it almost felt like things could settle. Like the three of you could fit into this new normal—comfortable, easy, like it was supposed to be this way all along. At least you hoped. 

The announcer’s voice crackled through the speakers, calling out Sarah’s name, and your heart gave a little skip.

“There she is,” Joel said, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees.

You leaned, too, eyes scanning the gate. Sure enough, Sarah was there behind the posts on her horse, nerves painted all over her posture even though she tried to play it cool. Even from here, you could just make out the furrow in her brow—the same quiet, determined look she got from her dad.

“She’s gonna kill it,” Tommy said beside you, resting his hand high on your thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze, leaning into you as he said, “Ain’t no way she don’t win.”

You smiled, but it felt slightly delayed. Joel’s knee pressed against yours as he leaned close on your other side, eyes still locked on the arena.

“Hope she don’t cut that second barrel too close,” he muttered, mostly to himself, his voice low and rough. “She keeps doin’ that in practice. Gets excited and leans too early.”

“She’ll be fine,” you said, but you could hear the tension in your own voice. Joel’s hand had come to rest behind you on the bench, close to your lower back. Tommy’s fingers were still on your leg.

Sarah burst out of the gate, and the crowd roared. The three of you shot to your feet as her horse charged forward, hooves kicking up dust. She moved fast—tight, clean—rounding the first barrel like she’d done it a hundred times.

Joel was grinning ear to ear. “That’s my girl!”

His arm slid around your back, his other hand curled into a loose fist, pressed just beneath his mouth as if to contain the rush of emotion building in him. The hand at your back caught in the fabric of your blouse, fingers curling there, like he was tethering himself. Like he was bracing.

You tried to focus on Sarah, but all you could feel was the heat of his fingers, the way he clung to you, like your body was hyper aware of him.

You smiled, cheering, barely breathing, eyes fixed on her horse thundering toward the second turn. She hugged the barrel tight—too tight. A little wobble, a gasp from the crowd, but she corrected at the last second.

“She’s got it,” Tommy said beside you. His hand came to rest against the small of your back—right below where Joel’s hand was already bunched in your shirt. The two touches nearly met.

Neither of them moved.

Sarah charged toward the third barrel. Clean. Her final sprint down the home stretch brought the stands to their feet.

The three of you clapped, cheered, whooped, your heart racing, the electricity between the two men fizzing silently beside you. Tommy’s hand splayed wide across your backside. Joel barely moved, watching the timer screen flash across the display.

“That’s a good run,” he said, low and proud. His fingers loosened from your shirt, but he didn’t move his hand away.

“She’s gonna place,” Tommy agreed.

“She might win it,” you added, turning your head to look at them.

Both of them were already looking at you.

You smiled, flushed from the excitement—but something in the way they each looked at you made your skin feel hot for an entirely different reason.

Neither of them said anything, and for a second, the moment just… hung there. Their hands on you. The roar of the crowd fading into something muted.

Then the announcer called the next name, and the energy around you snapped back into motion.

Joel pulled his arm back to grab the cotton candy. Tommy slid his hand away like nothing had happened.

But your body remembered. And so did theirs.

After catching up with Sarah after her event, she was still buzzing with adrenaline. Practically bouncing.

“Did you see how fast he took that last curve?!” she gasped, practically skipping between you and Joel. “I was freaking out when the second barrel started to tip—did you see that?! Were you guys watching?!”

Joel was all pride and smiles as he walked beside her, teasing and nodding along, soaking in every word. She rambled on about her trainer’s horses, how they’d competed at Rodeo Austin for real, how she couldn’t wait to do it again. Eventually, she managed to talk the three of you into a round at the BB gun booth.

All four of you took a stance—Sarah coached dramatically, and you, predictably, failed miserably your first try. Joel and Tommy moved to the next round, and you watched from the side with Sarah, both of you hollering in support.

“Hit it! Hit it!” Sarah screeched at her dad. You let out a whoop as Tommy nailed the bullseye again and again.

When the game runner handed him a giant teddy bear, Tommy swung it into your arms with a triumphant grin before kissing you full on the mouth, unbothered by the crowd.

You laughed against his lips, hugging the bear tight, bouncing a little despite yourself.

“Uncle Tommy!” Sarah groaned, tugging at his arm until he pulled back from the kiss, grinning at her wide-eyed look. “Win me one too! Please?”

Tommy’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Joel, clearly amused that he was the one winning today. Joel rolled his eyes, but you caught the tightness in his jaw, the way his gaze lingered just a second too long as he glanced at your oversized teddy hitched on your hip.

“Go on, then,” Joel said, nodding toward the booth. “I’m gonna grab another beer.”

“I’ll join you,” you added quickly, glancing toward Tommy. But Sarah was already dragging him away, his hands back on the BB gun, ready for round two.

You and Joel peeled off quietly, heading toward the food and drink stands.

“Sarah was beggin’ for a funnel cake earlier,” Joel said, hands in his pockets. “Okay if we stop by one of the stands?”

“Yeah, ’course,” you murmured, falling into step beside him.

The walk was quiet—not awkward, exactly, but the air between you had thickened. Every step felt like it carried the weight of something unsaid.

You hadn’t talked much since the therapy session. Not really. Not about anything that mattered. The three of you had agreed to give it space—to breathe, to not immediately push into definitions or rules or boundaries.

But space didn’t feel like clarity. It felt like walking on eggshells. Like waiting for someone else to speak first, only no one ever did.

You weren’t sure what this was supposed to look like now. The idea of exploring an open relationship had been thrown out into the room like a life raft, but no one had said if they were actually ready to grab onto it. Not Joel. Not Tommy. Not even you.

You made it all the way to the counter before either of you spoke again.

“Make that two funnel cakes, please,” you said, just as Joel ordered Sarah’s.

He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you laughed, lifting a shoulder. “Can’t help the cravings.” You reached for your wallet. “I’ll get Sarah’s too.”

Joel stopped you, his hand catching your wrist as you moved to your back pocket.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered, already pulling out cash.

Then, quieter—low enough that the vendor wouldn’t hear, but just loud enough for you—he added, “Guess that sweet tooth runs in the genes.”

Your heart stumbled a beat. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t smirk, didn’t wink, but you could swear there was a twinkle in his eye when he turned back to you as you both stepped aside to wait for your order.

And just like that, the silence settled back in—only now it wasn’t neutral. It was charged.

When the funnel cakes came, you didn’t hesitate—tearing off a bite, still warm and soft, powdered sugar sticking to your lips.

You sighed in delight. “Oh my God.”

Joel was watching you when you looked up. That slight smirk on his face.

“What?” you asked, mouth full.

“You got a little somethin’,” he said, gesturing vaguely near his own mouth.

You licked your lips automatically, tongue sweeping the corner.

“Nope,” he murmured, chuckling. “Still there.”

Before you could try again, his hand reached out. Fingers warm and rough as they curled under your chin. His thumb dragged gently across your upper lip, brushing away the sugar with a slow swipe.

You froze—your breath caught somewhere in your throat as your eyes searched his face. The lights from the festival sparkled in his eyes, and behind him the sky had deepened into a wash of orange and violet.

Then his gaze dropped to your mouth, and he moved.

His lips brushed yours—soft, hesitant—like he wasn’t sure if this counted as crossing a line, or if the line had disappeared altogether. But he didn’t pull back right away. Instead, he paused there, the warmth of his breath ghosting against your mouth, and for a second neither of you moved. 

You stood still in that sliver of space where touch becomes choice, where you could pretend it hadn’t happened yet. But then his mouth pressed into yours fully, slowly, like he was tasting something he already knew. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate, drawn out and gentle. 

His hand stayed at your chin, his thumb pinching just barely as if to steady you, and your lips parted instinctively beneath his. You felt the sigh in his chest more than you heard it, like something deep inside him had let go the second your mouths met. 

Your hands stayed at your sides, fist clenched around the paper tray still holding your funnel cake, the other hugging the teddy bear to your side, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. It wasn’t a kiss born from adrenaline or jealousy—it wasn’t the kind of kiss that begged for permission. It simply was. 

When he pulled back, it wasn’t abrupt. It was slow, like he didn’t really want to stop, but knew he had to. His lips hovered a moment longer—just close enough that you could still feel the heat of him—and then he stepped back half a breath. You didn’t dare move. Couldn’t. You stood there staring at him, your lungs burning like you’d been holding your breath the entire time. Joel’s eyes dropped to your mouth again, and then, with a subtle flick of his tongue, he licked the last trace of powdered sugar from his bottom lip. The gesture was unthinking, automatic, but the sheer sight of it landed somewhere low and electric in your stomach, like a match being struck.

And then the world came rushing back in.

The noise of the fairgrounds—the buzz of voices, the bark of game operators, the soft whir of rides—returned all at once, like someone had turned the volume back up. You swallowed hard and looked away, trying to force air into your lungs, trying to stop the trembling in your fingers. Joel didn’t say anything. He just nodded once, almost to himself, and turned to start walking back toward the game booth. You followed beside him, the heat still high in your cheeks, your steps too careful, like if you moved too fast you might lose your balance.

You glanced up at him once, just to see if he was as composed as he acted, but the faint pink flush at the tips of his ears gave him away.

“Dad!”

Sarah’s voice snapped your head up. She was running toward you, a giant stuffed horse clutched in her arms, nearly half her size. She was beaming. “Can I go find Claire and Maddie again? They’re headed to the ferris wheel!”

Joel handed her the funnel cake without hesitation, “Yeah, go on, just stay where we can see you.”

“Thanks!” she chirped, already spinning away with her prize in tow, the funnel cake tipping dangerously as she ran off.

But your eyes weren’t on her.

They were on Tommy, just catching up to you—beer in one hand, the other stuffed in his front pocket, a smile on his face as he watched her go. When his eyes found yours, they flicked to Joel beside you, and something in his expression changed. Not angry, not suspicious… but aware. Like he was conscious of some shift between the two of you.

You tried to will the pink from your cheeks, steady the pulse in your throat as you stepped toward him and offered your funnel cake like nothing had happened.

“That kid had me goin’ three more rounds to get her that prize,” Tommy chuckled, clearly trying to break whatever tension had settled back between the three of you as he tore off a piece and popped it in his mouth.

Joel let out a quiet laugh, eyes following in the direction Sarah had run off. “Better go catch up with her before I lose ’er.”

Tommy nodded, then glanced at you. “Think we’ll call it a night after this. She’ll be wired for another hour and then crash hard.”

You smiled, grateful for the exit.

As Joel nodded and began to step away, Tommy called after him casually, “Hey—when you drop her off, mind swingin’ by the house? Think I left that box of tools in your truck bed last week.”

Joel glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah. Sure.” his eyes landed on you for the briefest moment, “See ya in a bit then,”

Tommy gave him a two-finger wave, then turned his attention back to you, the last bite of funnel cake pinched between his fingers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of the fair.

The drive home wasn’t long, but it felt like it stretched forever.

Tommy’s hand had been on your thigh from the moment he slid into the driver’s seat—steady at first, but now, it was creeping higher with every turn he made. His fingers flexed just at the top of your leg, the pad of his thumb brushing over your jeans in slow, distracting strokes.

“Tommy,” you said, a quiet breath more than a word.

“Yeah?” His voice was low, too casual for the way his fingers were moving now.

“You’re bein’ handsy.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Yeah, well. You’re lettin’ me.”

This wasn’t like him.

Yes, Tommy was affectionate—always had been. Touching your lower back as you passed through a crowd, brushing his lips over your shoulder while you stood at the sink, nudging your knee under the table just to remind you he was there.

But his gestures had never been… naughty.

Never anything that lit a fuse under your skin like the way his hand was gripping your thigh now. Never anything that made your breath stutter in your chest just from the press of his fingers curling possessively around your skin.

He was usually more careful with you. Gentle.

Tommy was the kind of man who waited until you were both tucked under the covers, warm and safe, soft and sleepy, before climbing over you with a smile and a kiss to your neck. The kind of man who made you smile first, made sure the world had quieted before he pulled you under.

You turned your head, looking at him from the passenger seat. He was focused on the road, jaw tight, eyes hard on the curve of the pavement as he turned into the neighborhood. But there was a spark there, flashing hot and alive beneath his usual easy exterior.

Your gaze slid down as he shifted in his seat, and your eyes caught on the undeniable shape in his jeans.

Heat bloomed in your face. Your chest. Lower.

The tight bulge in his lap pulsed like a secret between you, and it made your thighs press together involuntarily. But it wasn’t just the fact that he was aroused—it was that he wasn’t hiding it. That he was feeling you up in the front seat of the truck, on your quiet neighborhood street, away from the safety of the four walls of your bedroom.

Tommy, who usually waited until the house was dark and the doors were locked. Who kissed you slowly, slid his hands under your shirt and whispered “you okay?” even after years of being together.

He just slid his hand between your legs and gripped your inner thigh like he’d been thinking about it all night.

It sent heat rolling through you, sharp and dizzying. Not just from the touch, but from the awareness of how out of place it was. How unlike him it was to let go like this, to need like this, especially outside the safety of home.

And God help you—you liked it.

You pressed your legs together, your breath catching in your throat, trying to remember how to sit still while every nerve in your body screamed at you to climb into his lap and ride him right there in the middle of the road.

He felt your squirming as he pulled into the driveway, the tires crunching softly over gravel. The second the truck shifted into park and the headlights clicked off, the cab was swallowed in quiet shadow, only the streetlamp catching the edge of his jaw.

He turned toward you, that smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth—the kind that made your stomach flip. His hand slid from your thigh to the top of your seat, arm stretched across the backrest, his gaze drinking you in from the other side of the bench.

“C’mere,” he said, low and smooth, nodding for you to slide over.

You bit your lip, heart thudding, and obeyed without a word—scooting across the cracked leather until your thigh brushed his.

His hand dropped from the headrest to cradle the back of your neck, warm and firm. The other left the steering wheel, finding your cheek, fingers spreading across your jaw like he needed to anchor you in place.

And then he kissed you.

Not the sweet, half-thought kisses he’d given you throughout the day. Not careful, not playful. This was deep. Needy. Starving. Like he’d been holding it back for too long and didn’t care anymore if it showed.

His mouth slanted over yours again and again, open and hot, tongue sweeping past your lips like it belonged there. The soft sounds he made—those low, growling hums that rumbled in his throat—sent heat surging through your core.

Your breath stuttered as his grip on your neck tightened, his other hand trailing slowly down from your face to trace along your body until it was back at your denim clad thighs. He gripped hard, his palm sliding up along the seam of your jeans, squeezing just enough to make you shift in your seat.

When he tugged gently at the base of your hair, just at the nape, a moan slipped from your throat before you could catch it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

He huffed a breath against your skin, already moving to your neck, kissing a line down the column of your throat. His mouth was open, his tongue slow, dragging heat behind every press of his lips, and then—teeth. A soft bite that made your body jolt.

“Wanted to get my hands on you all day,” he muttered between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. “Lookin’ so pretty,”

You whimpered, nails curling into the fabric of his shirt as he worked lower, pushing your neckline aside with one hand just to mouth at the new skin he found there.

You were panting now, flushed all over, your thighs pressing together as he kissed, bit, sucked like he was trying to brand you.

“Tommy,” you breathed, completely undone, and when he looked back up at you—lips swollen, eyes dark—you barely recognized the hunger in his face.

“Get your ass inside,” he rasped. “Now.”

You climbed out the passenger door, giddy like a teenager all over again, your skin still tingling from his hands and mouth and voice. As you made your way up the walk, Tommy’s hand came down in a playful smack against your rear, making you squeal and laugh over your shoulder at him.

He didn’t smile—not fully. His eyes were too dark, too focused. But the edge of his mouth twitched like he was barely holding himself together.

By the time you reached the door, his chest was already at your back, his arms snaking around you, mouth grazing your ear. “You drive me crazy, baby… you know that?” he murmured, voice low and breath hot.

You fumbled the keys, giggling as he pressed closer. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands to himself.”

“And you didn’t stop me,” he whispered, nuzzling your jaw. “Didn’t want to, did you?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

The door clicked open and the second you were inside, his hands were on you again—spinning you around, backing you up against the wall just inside the entry. His mouth crashed into yours, deeper this time, slower but no less desperate. His hands slid up your sides, over your waist, thumbs hooking into your belt loops to keep you flush against him.

He kissed you like he hadn’t touched you in weeks. Like he’d been starving for you.

By the time you pulled apart for air, you were both breathless and a little dizzy.

“Upstairs,” he murmured, voice ragged, his hands slipping down to grab yours, guiding you behind him.

At the top, he didn’t even pause—just pulled you straight into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind you with one solid thud. And then his hands were back on your hips, his mouth on your throat, and whatever this was—it wasn’t slowing down anytime soon.

Your back hit the bedroom wall with a soft thump, and Tommy barely gave you time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you again, pressing into the curve of your neck, open and hot, his hands splayed across your hips like he couldn’t keep his hands still.

You gasped as he nipped at the base of your throat, your hands tangling in his shirt, gripping the fabric tight. He groaned softly against your skin, one hand sliding up under your top, rough fingers skimming over your ribs like he needed to feel all of you.

“Tommy—” you breathed, but it came out more like a sigh.

He pulled back just far enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling hard, eyes dark and locked onto yours. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You shook your head before the words even formed. “Don’t.”

That was all he needed.

He tugged your shirt up, slow but sure, breaking contact just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His eyes dropped, sweeping over your bare skin like it physically pained him to look away. One of his hands slid behind you and unclasped your bra in a smooth motion, and let it slide from your shoulders. His hands were reverent, warm and wide as they came up to cup you, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and the groan that left him was raw, almost pained.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, like a thought spoken out loud.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his stomach and chest. He helped you the rest of the way, yanking it over his head and tossing it behind him. His mouth was back on you before you could get a good look, lips trailing heat down your collarbone, your sternum, the swell of your breast. He kissed your flesh until you were arching into him, fingers tangling in his hair.

His hands moved to the button of your jeans next, and you gasped when he popped it open and dragged the zipper down, his knuckles grazing the skin just below your belly. You toed off your shoes, the soft thud of them hitting the carpet barely registering over the pounding in your ears. His hands slid to your waist, and he dropped to his knees, pulling your jeans down inch by inch, kissing the skin he uncovered like it was a map he already knew by heart.

By the time he got your jeans off, his mouth never left your skin, kissing along your hip bone, his breath hot and shaky. His hands slid up your thighs, slow and worshipful—until they weren’t. Until they were gripping.

His fingers dug into your flesh, pulling you closer as he moved up to kiss your stomach, chest, throat—claiming every inch like it was his and his alone. You were breathless by the time he kissed you again, and when he pushed you back onto the bed, you went willingly, your back sinking into the sheets, arms stretching above your head.

He hovered over you, eyes tracing every inch of your face. And then something flickered there. Something sharp.

“You let him touch you like this?” he asked, voice low but tight, as his hand moved between your legs, cupping you over your panties. The lace was already damp beneath his fingers, your arousal bleeding through the fabric. He dragged a finger along the center, slow and deliberate, and you felt the heat bloom deeper as the pressure built.

Your breath caught. “Tommy—”

“Just tell me,” he murmured, kissing your jaw, then your throat. “Did he touch you like this?” He pressed the heel of his palm in, slow but firm, dragging a moan from your lips even as your brows pulled together.

“Stop,” you breathed, trying to push up on your elbows. “It doesn’t matter.”

But he shook his head, his hand sliding your underwear down your thighs, slow and rough all at once. “It does to me.”

He kissed you again—deeper this time, almost bruising until his hands guided you to roll over, his touch less gentle now, more insistent. He pulled your hips up until you were on your knees, chest pressed into the bed, your face turned toward the pillows. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt him—hot and hard, the blunt weight of his cock pressing against you.

You arched back into it instinctively, needing him to forget everything else, to just feel this—feel you.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, pushing into you with one steady thrust that made you gasp, your fingers curling into the comforter. “Always been mine.”

You moaned, eyes shutting tightly as he moved inside you—rougher now, his rhythm firm, controlled, but not cruel. Just desperate. Like he had something to prove.

Every sound that left him was strained, thick with emotion—his hands spreading across your hips, his thumb trailing up your spine like he needed to feel every piece of you to believe this was real.

The sound of your moans and Tommy’s grunts filled the air, the sheets rubbing against your skin beneath you, it was almost loud enough to drown out the front door opening.

But then you heard his voice.

“Tommy?”

Your eyes flew open, breath catching in your throat. That was Joel’s voice coming from downstairs. Your mind scrambled to remember why the hell he was here. And then you remembered Tommy’s request. Some stupid tool box he needed.

Tommy stilled for half a second—just long enough for your heart to lurch—before he started moving again, slower this time, deeper. Like he was doubling down.

You grunted, biting your lip to swallow the moan that threatened to give you away. Your hand scrambled for the edge of the sheets, something to grip, something to hold you to earth.

Your blood ran hot and cold all at once.

Joel’s voice came again—closer. “You home?”

“We’re up here,” Tommy called back, voice completely steady.

No.

Your entire body tensed under him, your head whipping to the side, eyes locked on the closed bedroom door.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed, panicked, but he only dropped more of his weight onto you, one hand pressing flat between your shoulder blades, the other tightening around your hip. You were locked in place beneath him, your breath coming fast.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Tommy cooed, his voice sweet but mocking as his hips kept moving, slow and steady and deep. “Ain’t gonna stop now.”

There was a creak on the stairs.

Your heart slammed into your throat.

“Tommy,” you hissed again, but it came out half-broken, your voice catching in your chest.

And then—

The door swung open.

“Jesus—” Joel flinched hard, turning away with a grunt and lifting a hand to cover his eyes. “What the hell, man!?”

Tommy didn’t stop.

His grip on you tightened, his thrusts slowing just a hair—but only to lean down, breath hot against your ear as he rasped, “That what you wanted, huh? Him seein’ you like this?”

You whimpered, caught between mortification and a heat that made your knees weak.

“Tommy—please—” you gasped, struggling half-heartedly beneath him.

But he was gone.

“Think you can just fuck my wife whenever you want?” Tommy growled, looking over at Joel now, chest heaving, voice thick with rage and something else—something darker. “Think you do it better?”

Joel turned slightly, eyes caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind—”

“Have I?” Tommy snapped, his voice low and dangerous as he fucked into you harder now, like he was trying to prove something with every movement. “’Cause she’s drippin’ all over my cock right now. You seein’ this?”

You let out a broken sound, face buried in the mattress. You wanted to crawl out of your skin—and yet the way Tommy was holding you, the filthy things coming out of his mouth, the heat between the three of you…

It was too much.

Joel’s mouth opened like he was about to say something else—but he didn’t.

He stared.

He stayed.

And your heart nearly exploded as Tommy chuckled low in his throat, thrusting deep and slow again like he wanted Joel to see it.

“That’s right,” Tommy said, never looking away. “Go on. Watch. See what it looks like when a man takes care of what’s his.”

“Call this takin’ care?” Joel said, voice low, sharp with something mean and taunting beneath the surface.

Your eyes flicked up, wide, and found his—and the heat there made your breath catch.

“Tell me, little brother,” Joel drawled, “you ever felt her come all over that dick of yours?”

Tommy’s movements faltered. Just for a second.

You felt it—his grip loosening slightly on your hips, his breath catching.

Your heart was in your throat, beating so hard it hurt.

Joel stepped forward, slow, measured. His eyes dragged over your body—not like it was new to him, but like he knew every inch of it already. Like he could trace it blind, by memory alone.

“Didn’t think so,” he murmured.

Then his gaze locked with yours.

“Should we show him, sweetheart?” he asked, and your stomach dropped clean through the mattress. “Show him what he’s been missin’?”

Your mouth parted, no sound coming out.

Joel tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Think my pissy little brother needs some pointers?”

Tommy let out a rough breath behind you, a mix between a growl and a scoff, his hand sliding up your spine possessively.

“She’s my goddamn wife,” he snapped, but his voice wasn’t steady anymore.

Joel’s gaze flickered up, darkening, “Then fuckin’ act like it.”

The silence was deafening—so thick you could hear your own pulse in your ears.

Tommy’s hands flexed on your hips again. And then he thrust—hard. Deep. A sound ripped out of you that wasn’t quiet at all.

And Joel’s expression changed. Softer. Almost smug. Almost… proud.

“She sure makes the prettiest sounds, don’t she?” he said, and he approached the bed. Your skin felt like it was on fire as Tommy stilled completely, but he was still hard inside you to your surprise.

“Turn her over,” Joel said steadily.

Tommy’s head snapped toward him. “Get the hell out.”

“You invited me in here, little brother.” Joel’s tone was exasperatingly calm. 

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Both men. In the room with you while you were naked and taking your husband’s cock.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, wild and uneven, like it was trying to warn you. Or maybe it was just overwhelmed.

You didn’t know where to look. Joel, standing there with that infuriating calm like this was just another Tuesday. Tommy, still inside you, bristling with fury, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he tried to process what was happening.

And you—trapped in the middle, hips pinned beneath the man you married, body still burning for the one you hadn’t stopped thinking about since that first night.

You should’ve felt humiliated. You did. But your skin still tingled everywhere Joel’s eyes touched.

Tommy was quick to snap at his brother, “And now I want you out.”

Joel didn’t flinch. “And what do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, gaze cutting to you, his head tilted slightly as his eyes took in the flushed features of your face.

You exhaled slowly, your lungs feeling like they’d deflated. Your mouth was dry, but you licked your lips anyway, then turned your face to look back at Tommy, biting down gently on the inside of your cheek.

Tommy’s face twisted in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“Just…” you breathed, heart pounding in your throat, “let’s just see. It could be fun.” You swallowed. “We haven’t made any rules yet.”

Tommy looked between the two of you—his jaw tight, his eyes wide, stunned. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before he finally pulled out of you, breath ragged. “Alright. Turn over.”

You moved quickly, your skin flushed and glowing, body still trembling as you flipped onto your back. The sheets were warm under you, your thighs still slick, still open.

Behind you, you heard the unmistakable rustle of clothes—the metal clink of a belt, the soft drag of a zipper—and then Joel was there.

The heat of him hit you first. He was so warm, and as he stepped to the side of the bed, the mattress dipped slightly with his weight.

“This is so fuckin’ weird,” Tommy muttered, shaking his head as he moved to kneel between your legs again.

You sat up a little, cupping his face, dragging your hand down the center of his chest, his stomach. “I love you,” you whispered, searching his eyes. “If you don’t want this, we stop. Say the word.”

Tommy stared down at you for a long second. His lips pressed together, pulled inward like he was thinking too hard. His eyes flicked to Joel, then back to you.

He sighed, jaw clenching. “Just this once. And if it doesn’t work—”

“Never again,” you finished softly, nodding.

Only then did you glance up at Joel.

He nodded once, slow and assured, his hand already moving to the bulge in his briefs. Your eyes followed—broad chest, tan skin, strong forearms—and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned back, just slightly, hand drifting up to cup him through the fabric. Joel exhaled, low and rough, eyes fluttering shut as your palm rubbed against him.

“Show him,” you said softly.

His eyes opened again, sharper now, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Not sure he deserves it after all that attitude,” Joel muttered, voice teasing but laced with heat.

“Joel—” you warned.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes—but his voice was dark now, thicker. “But then it’s my turn.”

You watched him hook his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, pushing them down with one slow motion that revealed all of him—hard, heavy, already flushed. Your breath caught at the sight, heat flooding through you like a second pulse.

He fisted himself gently, watching you, waiting.

Above you, Tommy shifted. You turned to look at him and his mouth was drawn tight, eyes hard with conflict. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved closer, settling between your legs again, hands sliding up your thighs.

You stared up at him, unsure if he’d really go through with it. But then he lined himself up, his cock dragging through your folds, and you gasped at the contact.

He sighed low, almost like relief, as he sank into you with one long, slow push. The weight of him settling into your hips, the feeling of him filling you again—it made your head fall back, your mouth falling open.

The tension in the room turned molten.

Tommy’s hands slid to your thighs, gripping tight like he needed something to hold on to. His eyes flicked up to Joel, who was still settled at your side, close enough now that you could feel his presence, warm and electric.

You barely registered Joel moving until you felt his hand close around your wrist. Firm. Certain. He guided your hand to his cock—thick and hot and heavy—and curled your fingers around him like he was placing something sacred into your palm.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t hesitate.

You wrapped your lips around the head, soft and swollen and already leaking, and sucked—slow, reverent, like you’d been dreaming of this since the last time. And you had been.

Joel hissed through his teeth, his hand threading through your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled him deeper. “Good girl,” he muttered. Your entire body clenched at the praise.

Tommy groaned above you, building up his thrusts, erratic and messy as you pulsed around him.

“Slow down,” Joel said, calm, instructive. “Long, even strokes. Deep.”

Tommy cursed under his breath but obeyed, grinding into you with a slower, heavier rhythm that made your whole body arch forward, your mouth taking Joel deeper.

“Good,” Joel murmured. “Now thumb her clit.”

You whimpered around his cock, the sound thick and broken. Tommy’s thumb slid over your swollen clit in soft, careful circles, and your whole body clenched around him.

“She’s grippin’ the hell outta me,” Tommy breathed. “Fuck.”

Joel’s voice was right above you now, rough but steady. “Spit on it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Spit on her clit. She likes it messier.”

You moaned, mouth full of Joel, your thighs twitching.

Tommy grunted again, but when you felt the warm wet hit of spit on your skin, you moaned loudly, hips bucking. His thumb slid through the slickness building there, the glide smoother, filthier, perfect.

“That’s it,” Joel growled. “Keep her right there. Thumb her just like that. Don’t stop. Her throat is squeezin’ me so good when you do that.”

You couldn’t breathe. Your body was clenching up, something coiling in your spine and hips as he kept up the pace. Joel’s cock dragged across your tongue, thick and pulsing, while Tommy thrust into you—slower now, more precise, but still not quite enough.

You loved Tommy’s rhythm—the care in it, the way he was doing everything to get you there, the way he wanted to get you there. But your orgasm wasn’t building the same way. It was harder to catch, harder to ride. Joel’s cock had a weight, a stretch that reached something deeper in you—something that made your body respond instantly. With Tommy, it took more. He was only slightly smaller, narrower, not lacking, just… different.

Still good. Still yours. But different.

“She’s close,” Joel said, voice ragged now, eyes locked on your face. “I can feel it.”

Tommy groaned, cock twitching inside you as you clenched down hard. “Jesus, she’s—fuck, she’s so tight.”

“You wanna come for Tommy, sweet girl?” Joel asked, still beside you on bed, one hand fisted in your hair where it spilled across the bedspread, thumb brushing softly over your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his—and in the same breath, Joel guided his cock back between your lips, sliding into your mouth with a slow, deliberate push that made your throat stretch and burn in the best way.

You gagged softly, the movement rippling through your body. Tommy moaned at the sudden convulsion of your walls around him, his one hand gripping your hip so hard it would leave bruises. The other kept circling your clit with his thumb, your eyes warring between rolling back and trying to focus on Joel. 

“Fuck—she just—goddamn,” Tommy breathed, his hips faltering for half a second before finding that rhythm again. Deep, slow strokes that had your whole body arching beneath him.

Joel pulled back with a wet pop, a string of spit and precum connecting your lips to the flushed tip of his cock. You were gasping for breath, whimpering and moaning as he leaned down close, hovering just over your face, thumb wiping at your mouth like it was his.

You were hovering now, your spine tingling with the build up. So close. But not there yet. Your body wanted more.

And Joel knew.

Of course he knew.

“Tommy’s got you so full, huh?” Joel murmured, voice like gravel soaked in honey in your ear, low enough that only you could hear. “Still not enough to make you come, greedy girl?”

His breath brushed the shell of your ear, and your whole body twitched.

You couldn’t answer—not with words. But your eyes found his, wide and pleading, glassy with need. You looked up at him from where your head rested on the sheets, Joel crouched beside you now, shadowing over your face like he could read everything you couldn’t say aloud.

And he could. He always could.

Your chest rose with a broken breath as your mouth parted—no sound, just air. One of his hands stayed tangled in your hair, grounding you. The other drifted down, palm dragging with reverence over your chest, and when it reached your breast, his touch went still.

He watched you as if testing the waters. The second your back arched into his palm, just a little, the faintest tremble of pleading… he smirked.

“There she is,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your nipple slowly and deliberately before twisting and palming, kneading your flesh. Your thighs jerked and your eyes fluttered closed, breath stalling in your throat.

Joel leaned in, voice like silk soaked in heat.

“Gonna have to beg him for it,” he murmured, this time loud enough for his brother to hear, dragging his thumb over you again as your back arched once more. “Go on. Show him how sweet you sound when you’re right at the edge.”

He kissed your temple, lips warm and just barely there before sitting up again.

“Show him what you gave me.”

Your breath was a broken thing, chest heaving, your legs locked around Tommy’s waist as his cock filled you over and over again, his thumb grinding against your clit with every thrust. You could barely speak—but you tried.

“Please,” you whispered, blinking up at Tommy. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes were wide, blown out, sweat dripping from his brow, “Fuck,” he muttered. “Say it again.”

“Please, Tommy,” you gasped, fingers gripping his arms. “Please let me come—need it—need it so bad.”

Joel’s hand moved from your hair to stroke slowly over his cock at the edge of the bed, gaze flicking between your face and Tommy’s. “There it is,” he murmured. “You hear that? That’s yours, little brother. Make her fuckin’ come on your cock.”

Tommy’s rhythm picked up, driving into you with slow, hard strokes that hit deep, his thumb never stopping the delicious circles over your clit just like Joel had told him.

Your head fell back. Your thighs shook. Your whole body started to come apart.

As your jaw fell open, Joel took your mouth again—his cock thick and slick as it pressed past your lips, filling your mouth with one steady thrust. You welcomed it greedily, your moan muffled and broken, your tongue flattening beneath the weight of him.

Your back arched off the bed, body seizing with pleasure as your orgasm hit like a tidal wave—white-hot, all-consuming. Joel’s hand was back in your hair, holding you down, guiding your mouth as your throat fluttered around him, his cock pressing deeper with every pulse. The other squeezed and twisted your breast as you rode your high.

Tommy groaned loudly above you, his voice rough, desperate, like he’d just been torn open.

“Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, and his hips jerked once, twice—then stilled.

You felt it. The heat of him spilling into you, thick and heavy, your cunt already so wet and wrecked it only made you twitch harder around him. His breath stuttered out in harsh bursts, body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside you.

“That’s it,” Joel growled. “That’s a good girl, baby.”

He fucked your mouth with slow, controlled strokes—gentle now, reverent—before finally pulling out, letting you fall back against the bed with a gasp, your chest heaving as your climax still rippled through your body.

Your vision blurred at the edges, nerves lit up like static. You barely felt Tommy at first—his hands adjusting on your hips, his breathing shaky.

Then, after a long, weighted pause, Tommy slowly eased back, slipping out of you with a wet drag that made your entire body jolt. You gasped softly at the loss, walls still fluttering from your orgasm, sensitive and aching.

The room went quiet again, thick and buzzing under the surface. You could hear Tommy’s breathing above you, could feel the shift in his body as he sat back on his heels, one hand sliding down your thigh as if to steady himself. He moved slowly to sit against the headboard, breathing heavily.

Your pulse thrummed at your neck, loud in your ears. You turned your head toward him, your skin flushed, lips swollen, heart racing. Tommy’s eyes found yours—dark, uncertain, something different behind them. Not anger or sadness, but something new and raw.

“Tommy,” you whispered, voice low, hoarse. You swallowed. “Can he…?”

You hesitated, heat prickling across your cheeks. You weren’t even sure what words you were looking for. You just knew what you needed.

“Can Joel… please?”

Tommy’s eyes scanned your face, then dropped to where your thighs were still parted, to the slick between them, to the tremble in your breath. He took a slow inhale, like he was weighing the cost of the question. Then he nodded. “Go on then. Show me what’s worth all this trouble.” You could swear there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, a faint crinkle at the edge of his eyes. Not quite a smile. Maybe a dare.

Joel was already moving.

His hands found your body—confident, warm, rough as ever—as he pulled you up onto your knees and flushed your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around you easily, like they belonged there. Like he knew this body like the back of his hand.

You inhaled sharply at the feel of him behind you—solid muscle, the heavy press of his cock nudging against your lower back. He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear. His voice was low, rich, and dripping with something that made your skin tighten.

“Hope you’re payin’ attention, little brother,” Joel murmured, his grip tightening on your waist. “Gonna show you just how sweet she sounds when she gets what she needs.”

You watched Tommy’s jaw clench, and you muttered a short warning to Joel, “Stop,” 

Joel ignored you and his hand slipped down between your legs, fingers gliding through the mess Tommy left behind, gathering it in his fingers and spreading it through your puffy center, making your thighs shake.

“Jesus,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Still so wet.”

He let his fingers trail back up to your hip, palm splaying across your stomach as he held you there—against him, for him, like he was staking his claim right in front of Tommy.

Then he shifted. You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, thick and already slick from your mouth. Your breath caught.

“Hold on to me,” Joel murmured. His other hand slid up, cupping one of your breasts, his mouth brushing just behind your ear as your arms held tightly to his splayed over your torso.

And then he pushed in—slow, deep, deliberate.

Your body seized the moment he started to push in. The stretch was immediate—thicker, deeper, unforgiving. Your legs trembled, a broken moan slipping from your throat before you could stop it. It felt like your body forgot how to breathe, how to think—every nerve lit up as he filled you, inch by inch, until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

Pressure bloomed deep in your core, sharp and aching, and still he kept going, his cock dragging against every hypersensitive spot until your thighs were shaking, your nails biting into his arm.

You gasped—"Joel!" sharp and high—and your head fell back against his shoulder like you couldn’t hold it up anymore. Your mouth parted, but no words came out. Just sound. Just a helpless, wrecked whimper that made Joel groan behind you.

Joel gritted his teeth, voice strained through a groan. “Fuck. Always so tight for me, baby. Takin’ me so good. Feels like he barely even touched you."

“Fuck off,” Tommy snapped from somewhere below you, voice rough, and you didn’t need to look to know he was watching—his breath hitched, uneven.

Joel noticed, too.

“My little brother’s gettin’ all worked up again,” he rasped, his cock sliding deeper, arms tightening around you. “Look at him, baby. Watchin’ you take my cock like this.”

You lifted your head just enough to find Tommy’s face—jaw locked, hand slowly fisting his already hardening cock as he sat back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.

Joel’s hand slid back between your legs, fingers circling your clit with unrelenting precision as he fucked you slow and deep.

“Talk to her, Tommy,” Joel said roughly.

Tommy shook his head, jaw clenched. “I—I don’t—”

“C’mon,” Joel grunted, thrusting into you harder, making you cry out. “You don’t want me talkin’ all this shit? Huh? Even if it makes her this wet—” his fingers slid lower, gathering slick, “—thinkin’ of us fightin’ over this sweet, perfect pussy?”

He fucked up into you hard as he growled, and it made you gasp in pleasure.

“Then talk, dammit.”

Tommy’s breath stuttered. You looked at him—desperate and open, mouth parted. You watched his throat bob as he tried to swallow whatever pride or hesitation was left.

Then, finally, his voice came low, rough, uncertain.

“You like this, baby?” he rasped, the words strange in his mouth but soaked in truth as he leaned forward, looking up at you. “Like me watchin’ while he fucks you?”

You moaned, the sound unholy and obscene as your body twitched. You tried to nod while Joel’s cock dragged deep again, slow and relentless, the stretch still too much, still perfect. 

“Oh, she fuckin’ loves it,” Joel growled in your ear. His palm slid up your chest, fingers curling over the other breast as he kept your back flush to him. “That look on her face? All fucked-out and needy.”

Tommy let out a shuddering breath. His eyes never left yours.

“Look at you,” he said, a little bolder now. “You’re so pretty like this. Letting us ruin you.”

Your breath hitched. Your thighs were shaking again, a whimper escaping as Joel’s fingers found your clit once more, slick and swollen. He rubbed you just right—tight, insistent circles that made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel grunted. “You close again, baby? I can feel it. You’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

Tommy leaned forward, looking up at you as he reached for your trembling legs, rubbing your skin and kneading it in his hands as his cock twitched in his hand, “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for us. Show us how much you love bein’ ours.”

That did it.

Your body clenched hard, a cry ripping from your throat as the orgasm slammed into you—fierce, fast, and overwhelming. You trembled violently, hips jerking, mouth open but wordless as you came again, harder this time, unraveling between them.

You were still shaking when your body started to shift—Joel's cock still buried deep, grinding against your overstimulated walls with every slow, hungry thrust. You reached forward, chest dropping toward the bed, bracing yourself on your hands as you whimpered through the aftershocks.

But you weren’t done. Not even close.

“Tommy,” you gasped, voice hoarse and half-broken. “Let me—please, let me touch you. Wanna make you come again.”

You reached for him blindly, your hand finding his thigh as he knelt close, cock hard again in his grip.

He looked stunned, blinking at you like he couldn’t believe it. “Jesus, baby,” he muttered, and he looked up at Joel, “How the hell are you still goin’ after that? The way she gripped me when--”

Joel gave a low, breathless laugh behind you, his thrusts never faltering. “Not my first time, remember?”

He leaned forward over your back, his voice rough and possessive in your ear.

“She gets like this,” Joel said, fucking into you harder now, making your arms tremble. “Once you open her up, she just needs. Can’t help herself, can you, baby?”

You moaned, loud and desperate, your hand finally wrapping around Tommy’s cock again, bringing it into your mouth.

Your husband groaned, hips twitching toward your touch. “Fuckin’ insatiable,” he breathed. “You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

Joel grinned, lips brushing your shoulder before pulling back to straighten, gripping your hips. “She’s gonna milk us dry.”

You moaned at the filthy words, too far gone to be embarrassed, too full to care. You rocked between them, wrecked and desperate—Joel’s cock dragging deep inside you with each powerful thrust, your mouth stretched wide around Tommy’s length, tongue flattened along the underside.

Every time Joel thrusted forward, it shoved you farther onto Tommy’s cock. Your throat clenched, gagging slightly, and both men groaned—low and guttural at the dual sensation of your body constricting around them.

Your eyes watered, spit pooling at the corners of your lips as you tried to breathe around it, the slick sounds obscene in the best way.

Tommy’s hand came to your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as he looked down at you. His face was tight with restraint, flushed and glassy-eyed, jaw twitching, “Look so pretty with a cock in her mouth, doesn’t she?”

Joel grunted behind you, slamming deep, making your body jolt forward. “Sure does,” he growled. “Takin’ us both so good, baby. Just like that.”

You whimpered, the only sound you could manage, body fluttering with overstimulation, throat spasming around Tommy’s cock as he hissed through his teeth.

Joel’s grip tightened, his thrusts getting faster, more desperate, and you could feel the wave starting to build again—relentless, all-consuming. You didn’t know how much more your body could take.

“Come on, baby,” Tommy groaned. “Fuck—your mouth feels so good, sweetheart. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Joel leaned in, his voice thick with heat. “You gonna come again with your mouth full, baby? Think you can come for both of us this time?”

Your whole body responded—tightening instinctively, like those words alone triggered something deep inside. Joel’s hand slid beneath you, and you flinched with a soft gasp as his fingers found your clit again—soaked, swollen, aching from how close you already were.

It was too much. Too good. You couldn’t take it, and yet your body begged for more.

The touch was too light at first—then perfect. Circling. Pressing. Your spine arched, your thighs trembled, and your moan vibrated around Tommy’s cock, still heavy and hot on your tongue.

You could barely register where one of them ended and the other began—just pressure and stretch and friction and heat. Joel’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, perfectly timed with the slow drag of his fingers.

Suddenly your whole body locked, muscles spasming as another orgasm tore through you—sharp and blinding, your vision whiting out as you clenched hard around Joel’s cock, milking him through every brutal thrust.

You moaned around Tommy’s length, the sound desperate and guttural, and that was all it took for either of them.

Joel cursed behind you—low, rough, wrecked. He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling inside you with a broken growl. His hands were shaking where they gripped your hips, holding you there like he couldn’t let go.

The hot pulse of him filled you completely, thick and heavy, and the sensation only dragged your orgasm out longer, your legs trembling violently beneath you.

Tommy let out a choked moan above you, his hips stuttering as your throat fluttered around him. His hand cupped your cheek, and with one more shaky breath, he came—spilling into your mouth with a soft, desperate, “Fuck, baby.”

You took it all, swallowing around him as gently as you could, the muscles of your throat still spasming from Joel’s final, deep thrusts.

Then—finally—everything slowed.

Tommy pulled back with a groan, slumping onto the bed beside you with a heavy exhale, one arm flung over his face as he tried to catch his breath. Joel eased out of you from behind, and you whimpered at the emptiness, already missing the stretch of him, the weight. Your body felt boneless, dazed and trembling, as you rolled to your side and melted into the mattress beside Tommy.

Joel didn’t stay far. Within seconds, he collapsed on your other side with a low, satisfied grunt, still half-wrapped in heat and sweat. His arm slid beneath your head, pulling you gently against his chest until you were tucked in close, skin to skin, your cheek resting just below his collarbone.

You were fully tangled between them now—Joel’s leg brushing yours, Tommy’s chest warm against your back, his hand finding your thigh and resting there like a grounding weight.

The heat of three bodies lingered in the air—sticky and quiet and strangely comforting.

Tommy’s hand found your stomach and gave it a slow rub, and when you looked over at him—he was watching you, not angry, not brooding. Just… tired. And stunned.

You let out a laugh. A small, breathless one, but real.

Then another.

Your face tucked against Joel’s arm, shoulders shaking with laughter, and Joel chuckled too—low and lazy, like he couldn’t even muster the energy to be smug, “Troublemaker.”

Tommy let out a breathless huff, still holding you tight, and nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I’m not sure I survived that,” he murmured, and then he started laughing too—open, surprised, stunned, “Feel like I blacked out halfway through,”

You turned your head toward him, smiling wide, and kissed the side of his mouth. “You were perfect.”

The three of you fell into an easy silence, wrapped up in sweat and warmth and the quiet hum of something unspoken—something new.

“Shit,” Joel muttered, his chest shaking from a chuckle, “Think we’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

And for the first time in a long time, the three of you were laughing together.

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Rumor Has it⁶

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

Part 6

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f1wagsgossip: Charles Leclerc's rumored gf Kaia Jenner was seen entering the Las Vegas Poddock and walking into the Ferrari garage, especially a particular Monégasque driver's garage.

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Las Vegas. Bright lights, flashing cameras, and the kind of energy that makes everything feel ten times more dramatic than it actually is.

Kaia had been to Vegas plenty of times before mostly for work, sometimes for fun but never like this. Never as a guest at a Grand Prix. Never with him as the reason she was here.

Her heels click against the pavement as she steps into the paddock, sunglasses shielding her eyes from both the sun and the dozen cameras snapping photos of her arrival. She knew this would happen. The internet had been going crazy ever since people started speculating she’d show up. She ignored most of it because, honestly, it was none of their business.

Her phone buzzes in her hand.

Charles: Didn’t know Vegas had a new main attraction this weekend.

She scoffs, shaking her head as she types back.

Kaia: Aww, you noticed? Thought you’d be too busy being a very serious racing driver.

Charles: I am. But I’m also very good at multitasking.

The smirk tugging at her lips is impossible to fight. It’s been like this for weeks now—conversations that toe the line between friendly and something else. She still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

A paddock worker gestures toward the Ferrari garage, leading her inside before she can overthink it too much. The energy shifts the moment she steps in—loud chatter, mechanics moving around in a perfectly organized chaos, the smell of burning rubber lingering in the air.

And then there’s him.

Charles is leaning back in a chair, still in his Ferrari team kit, hair slightly messy from taking his cap off. His eyes flick up the moment she steps in, and for a split second, he looks surprised. But then, his lips curl into a smirk.

“So you made it.”

Kaia shrugs, slipping off her sunglasses. “Figured I’d see what all the hype was about.”

Charles chuckles, standing up and running a hand through his hair. “And? Impressed yet?”

She tilts her head. “Meh. I don’t see what’s so hard about driving in circles.”

His jaw drops slightly, and then he’s shaking his head with a laugh. “You didn’t just say that.”

“I did.” She grins. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Charles squints at her like he’s actually considering his options. “I could put you in the car and show you how difficult it is.”

Kaia holds up her hands. “Oh, no. I think I’ll stick to watching.”

A mechanic calls his name from across the garage, and he glances over before looking back at her. “I should go. But—” He hesitates for a beat, then reaches for something on the table behind him. When he turns back around, he’s holding out a Ferrari team cap. “Figured you should have this.”

She stares at it for a second before taking it from him. Their fingers brush, just barely, and she ignores the way her heart stutters at the contact.

“You just want me to wear this so the whole world knows I’m in the Ferrari garage, don’t you?” she teases.

Charles grins, unbothered. “Maybe.”

She rolls her eyes but still pulls it on, adjusting it over her hair. “Happy?”

He tilts his head, eyes flickering over her face before landing on the logo now sitting on her forehead. “Very.”

She huffs, but she’s smiling as she turns away, walking toward the exit.

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username37: KAIA IN THE FERRARI GARAGE??? WE WON TODAY!!!

username38: At this point, Kaia is the team principal

username39: Vegas GP? No. This is Kaia Jenner’s weekend featuring Ferrari

kyliejenner: Vegas looks GOOD on you, babe!

charlesleclerc: you should wear red more often

username40: Not her looking like the main event of the Vegas GP

username41: nother celeb using F1 for clout

username42: Ma’am, did you go to watch the race or to distract Charles? Be honest

username43: She went to Vegas and left with Ferrari’s entire fanbase

username44: Kaia at a Grand Prix while I struggle to afford F1 TV. Life is not fair

scuderiaferrari: one down, rest of Charles career to go

username45: Kaia in the Ferrari garage? Meanwhile, my team can’t even give me a free sticker.

redbullracing: Come to us next

scuderiaferrari: HAHAHA no back off🤺🤺🤺

mclaren: WE WANT HER

williamsracing: We win we have lily and Rebbeca

kaia.jenner: Guys guys I will come to everyone ESPECIALLY to williams so I can see my girls

scuderiaferrari: but but we have roscoe and Leo

mclaren: and we have the other lily

redbullracing: We have a 4-time world champion 💅💅

username46: I did not expect to see 4 team admins fighting for kaia

redbullracing: She's just that girl

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The bass pulsed through the club, there was a steady vibration in Kaia’s chest as she moved to the music. The room was drenched in neon lights, casting blues and purples over the crowd. Charles was somewhere behind her, he had been watching her all night.

She knew it.

She felt his gaze every time she laughed too hard at someone else’s joke, every time a hand brushed against hers that wasn’t his. It wasn’t like they were anything there was no reason for him to act possessive but that didn’t stop the flash of something dark in his eyes when she flirted with the guy who had bought her a drink.

Kaia turned, and just as she expected, there he was. Leaning against the bar, jaw tight, eyes flickering between her and the guy standing a little too close.

He looked good. Too good. The dim lighting cast shadows over his sharp features, and the open collar of his black button-down did nothing to help her focus.

“Not having fun, Leclerc?” she teased as she finally made her way over to him, her lips curving into a smirk.

His eyes flicked down to hers, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Depends.”

“On?”

He leaned in, his voice low. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Kaia hummed, tilting her head. “I was…” She let the words hang, watching the way his fingers tightened around his glass. “Why?”

Charles exhaled a laugh, shaking his head, but she caught the way his jaw clenched. “No reason.”

“Sure,” she drawled, setting her to drink down and stepping even closer so close she could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something woody and warm. “You look a little jealous.”

His hand found her waist, fingers splayed against the silky material of her dress. He didn’t deny it.

“I don’t like watching you entertain other men,” he admitted, voice rough in her ear.

Kaia’s breath hitched. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the way his fingers pressed just slightly into her hip, but suddenly, the club felt too hot, too loud, too much.

She looked up at him, lips parting, ready to say something that would probably be a mistake

But then someone bumped into her, breaking the moment, and just like that, the tension shattered.

Kaia exhaled, shaking her head with a small laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Charles smirked. “And yet, you’re still here.”

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What Are Friends For? | Part III

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Chapter tags: smut, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, sexual tension, sex, oral sex, mild bondage, light dom/sub, 3rd person POV, happy ending

Notes: We've reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and followed along with this little series, and thank you to the kickass anon who requested it. I appreciate all of the feedback and am so grateful for all of you!

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Sebastian paced his dorm room. Nevermind it was nearly 2 a.m. Nevermind that Ominis was huffing and puffing as he tossed and turned at the sound of Sebastian’s manic state. Nevermind that Stella was also awake, staring at the ceiling above her own bed just a corridor away.

“Sebastian,” Ominis finally sighed. “Go to sleep, mate.”

“I can’t.”

“And why not? Too busy scheming more ways to thrust me toward Poppy Sweeting?”

Sebastian stopped, his own dilemmas momentarily on pause. “Thrusting?” he mused. “Did something happen between you two?” He could hear Ominis shift between the bedsheets.

“That’s none of your business,” he replied tersely. Sebastian tutted.

“Ominis, I’m the only reason you and Poppy got some alone time to begin with,” he noted. “It’s absolutely my business.” 

“No, but it’s absolutely in your best interest to keep your nose in your own affairs and to go to sleep before I hex you.”

“Clearly there was no thrusting between you and Poppy, given how uptight you are,” Sebastian muttered.

“Yeah, then what’s your excuse?”

Sebastian froze. Even in the dark, he could feel the smug satisfaction creeping over Ominis’ features.

“What do you know?” Sebastian demanded.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ominis muttered. “Clearly, something is going on with you and Stella. The sexual tension is suffocating. I don’t know what’s happened between you two, but you’re fools for trying to conceal it. And you’re clearly losing your damn mind over it.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t make me set fire to your bed curtains again.”

“Don’t make me turn you in for murder.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and retreated to his bed. He sat on the edge, peering at nothing as the room fell quiet again, Callum Barclay’s snores the only sound until Sebastian heaved a sigh.

“Ominis,” he finally called out. 

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Have you inhaled too many fumes in Potions again?”

“Come off it, mate.”

It was Ominis’ turn to sigh. “No, Sebastian. I’ve never been in love,” he said. “But while I can’t give you any advice on that topic, I can tell you that if you have feelings for a certain dark-haired Slytherin, you’d better tell her. I overheard Leander Prewett and Arthur Plummly talking in Charms class. Prewett’s going to ask her out.”

“What?!”

“Oi, keep your voice down! Some of us have sensitive hearing,” Ominis snapped as Callum stirred briefly.

Sebastian ignored them both. “Leander Prewett? Is that a joke?” he asked.

“Pull your head from your arse, Sebastian. Damn near every bloke in this school’s got a hard-on for Stella,” Ominis noted. “You can’t blame them for showing interest, especially when you’re too cowardly to do it yourself.”

Sebastian swore. Leander Prewett? That pompous Gryffindor with scrambled eggs for brains? Surely he stood no chance with Stella… right?

But Sebastian had seen Stella and Leander spend time together. They often played Summoner’s Court after class and occasionally studied together. What if she harbored secret feelings for him? What if she was picturing Leander every time she was with Sebastian? It was enough to make his stomach lurch.

“Fucking Prewett,” Sebastian growled.

“Oh, for Salazar’s sake,” Ominis hissed. “Surely you can’t be this dense, can you?”

“Huh?”

“I stand corrected,” Ominis muttered. He rolled over so he was facing Sebastian’s side of the room, his voice brimming with annoyance. “Sebastian, she clearly is smitten by you, too. Think about it. Think about everything she’s done for you. She’s nearly died for you. Hell, she probably would if it came down to it. She wouldn’t do any of that if she didn’t love you. She does everything for you."

Sebastian mulled over Ominis’ observations. It was true, Stella went out of her way to support him, and it was always unconditional. She backed him without question, perhaps to a fault at times. But Sebastian had always chalked that up to Stella’s character. She was a fiercely loyal friend and an even better person; a rare pillar of conviction in a world riddled with cowardice and greed. Of course she’d do all of that for him. It didn’t mean she loved him, did it?

But Ominis, despite his lack of eyesight, was the most observant person Sebastian knew. He made up for what he couldn’t see by feeling. He had an inimitable sense for emotion, as if his wand’s crimson, glowing tip had a secret trait for telepathy. 

Sebastian flopped backward. The notion that Stella might actually return his feelings confirmed he needed to take initiative before it was too late. He’d fight like hell before he lost her to the likes of Leander Prewett, or he’d die trying. 

He’d take a gamble and pray that just once, the odds were in his favor.

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Stella shied away from breakfast in the Great Hall the following morning; partly because she, too, was lacking sleep and was fearful she looked like a banshee, but mainly because she felt like she was losing her fucking mind.

She should have known this would happen. She was a smart girl, nearly the top of her class. Surely she should have recognized sleeping with the object of her utmost affections was playing with a fire that would swell and spread before it could be tamed. She was in too deep and now she was going to fucking drown in the treacherous sea that was Sebastian Sallow.

Fucking hell. This was her own doing and now she’d have to sort herself out.

She had no choice but to call things off. She’d tell Sebastian she no longer wanted to carry out their arrangement. He wouldn’t mind, right? After all, wasn’t the entire point of their sexual education experience to help him improve for his future partners? Stella was never meant to be the final notch in his belt.

But oh, how she wanted to be. How she wanted to experience Sebastian in seclusion every night. She wanted to explore more of him, to discover what happened when he was relaxed and unbothered, and to find out how it’d feel when she was unleashed. She wanted him raw and unfiltered, free from any fears and implications. She wanted the real Sebastian.

But the dinner hour approached and she was still nowhere to be found. That was by design, of course, as she cowered in her dormitory, too afraid to face Sebastian. 

It wasn’t that she was fearful for his reaction. She assumed he wouldn’t care if she withdrew from her role as his casual sex partner. She was terrified of what would happen after that. Would their friendship survive their reckless antics?

When dinner started, Sebastian fidgeted in his seat at the Slytherin table. Stella was clearly avoiding him. But he needed to strike while his resolve was hot. He’d spent the day preparing, gassing himself up to take the risk necessary and prove he was capable of loving her in all the ways she deserved.

Sebastian shoved himself away from the table, ignoring Ominis’ scolding remarks, and returned to the dungeons. 

The knock on her dormitory door forced Stella upright in bed. She glanced nervously at the door as ten different decisions plagued her mind. Should she pretend to be asleep? She could always say she’d fallen ill. Perhaps she could merely disappear into thin air, ceasing to exist.

“Come in,” she finally sighed, clinging to the bed covers. The door creaked open and Sebastian’s head surfaced through the crack.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey.”

“You, er, feeling alright?” Sebastian asked as he strode into the room. The door snapped shut again, leaving Sebastian to linger near the foot of Stella’s bed.

“Oh, I’m feeling fine,” Stella said nonchalantly. “Just wasn’t hungry, is all.”

Sebastian blinked at her. “Stell, in the nearly three years I’ve known you, you’ve never skipped dinner.”

“Well, maybe there’s a first for everything.”

Sebastian sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes determinedly on Stella’s rather than sneaking a glance at the dip in the neckline of her nightgown. “Stell, what’s going on?” he pressed. It was Stella’s turn to sigh, her feet fidgeting nervously beneath the blanket. 

“I don’t think we should… do what we’ve been doing anymore,” she said carefully. Sebastian stilled, hoping the wind that was knocked from him wasn’t visible.

“Oh,” he said as he forced a steady tone. “Wh-why not?”

“I just think we should probably quit before we get too carried away.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No! Not at all, Seb. You’re… you were great.”

“I don’t understand.” And then it hit him. Sebastian’s fists balled, a tell that anger was seeping into his veins and threatening to poison his composure. “Wait. Is this because of Prewett?”

“What?”

“Prewett. You’re going out with him, aren’t you?”

“What?!”

“Be honest.”

Stella was dumbstruck. What on Earth did Leander Bloody Prewett have to do with anything? “Sebastian,” she sputtered. “What are you on about? I’m not going out with anyone, and sure as hell not Leander.”

“Just be honest,” Sebastian repeated hotly. “There’s no need to lie, especially to me of all people. I can take it.”

“Can take what?” Stella’s wide eyes searched him frantically for clarity. “Sebastian, why would I lie about that? If I were going out with someone, of course I’d tell you.”

“Then why don’t you want to… to sleep with me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Bullshit. That’s not a good reason, Stella.”

“I don’t owe you a reason,” Stella snapped. Her eyes were narrow now, piercing him with an aggravation that masked crippling pain. “I said I don’t want to do it anymore.”

But Sebastian saw through her. He’d grown accustomed to her defensive cues, like the way she crossed her arms and the way she sucked her top row of teeth.

“Do you genuinely no longer want to?” Sebastian challenged. “Or are you afraid because you enjoy it too much?”

Stella fought to maintain an expression of indifference, but Sebastian could see the way her nostrils flared. It was another discreet indication of her discomfort, but Sebastian knew to look for it. That was the most challenging part of befriending Sebastian Sallow. He could read Stella with more ease than any of the books stacked at his bedside.

“Fuck off, Sebastian.”

“Tell me the truth and I will. Tell me it’s because you genuinely want to stop and I’ll leave.”

“Why does it matter? Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care?” Sebastian’s eyes flashed. It wasn’t anger that set them ablaze, but something much more desperate and organic; an exhausted exasperation void of any more fight; a white flag, ready to reveal the truth. “Stella, come on,” he breathed, “Don’t push me away.”

“Sebastian, I’m not. I’m just-”

“You’re just what? If you’re not going out with anyone, why are you suddenly adverse to our arrangement?”

“Because that’s all it is, Sebastian!” Stella blurted out. “All this is to you is a stupid little arrangement.”

“When did I ever say that? When have I ever said this is stupid or meaningless to me?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.”

Stella blinked. “Oh.”

“Is it meaningless to you?”

“No.”

“Then it sounds like we’re on the same page,” Sebastian said. 

“And what page is that, Sebastian? I don’t want to be vague about this.”

Sebastian swallowed, his eyes studying the bed curtains that were pulled to the side. He had to get this right. He had to be open, honest and forthcoming. He had to make his intentions clear and his feelings unmistakable. And he had to show some initiative. “The page where we both admit that we’re more than friends.”

Stella’s pulse beat all the way to her fingertips. The bedsheets became too constrictive, too tight around her legs. She remained rooted in place, paralyzed by the notion none of this was real and she’d wake up in a cold, sorrowful sweat.

“You want to be more than friends?” she finally squeaked.

“Of course, I do.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because it’s not a common, everyday dinner discussion.”

“So then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’m tired of pretending like your mere existence isn’t the driving force for mine.”

There. That was about as blunt as Sebastian could be. It was peak vulnerability – so much so, he began to ponder ways to sink beneath the floorboards, never to be seen again, if Stella rejected him.

Instead, she gazed at him with soft warmth as she gathered her own thoughts in an attempt to find the right words. The ringing in her ears surged to a knee-buckling hum. 

“Sebastian,” she started. “You should have told me.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“Of course it would have.”

Sebastian turned sharply to look at her, his brow furrowed. He looked more alarmed than confused, as if the notion that his feelings weren’t unrequited was a foreign, unchartered concept.

“What exactly are you saying?” he asked sharply. Stella sighed.

“Sebastian, of course I see you as more than a friend,” she said. “I adore you.”

“You what?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh.”

“Now can we stop doing whatever this is?” Stella gestured wildly at nothing. “This silly, stupid dance around the truth? Can we just… be together, open and honestly?”

Sebastian straightened. He wiped his palms against his kneecaps. “Yes,” he breathed.

“Good.” Stella shifted and it became clear to Sebastian that their future was now in his hands. She was waiting, silently begging, for him to act, to prove to her this was all for real. 

He kicked his shoes off and turned until he was crawling toward her, their anticipation rising each time his knees dug into the mattress until he was kneeling next to her, cupping her face in his hands.

“You look really beautiful in that,” he murmured, tilting his head as his eyes grazed over Stella’s nightgown. He leaned in to kiss her with a gentle ease, indicative of the soft side only she could bring out. When he pulled away, his fingers traced the neckline of the nightgown until they reached her collarbone. “You’d look better without it, though.”

Stella’s flush seeped across her neck and chest. Sebastian peeled back the covers and she shivered at the loss in warmth, though the chill was fleeting when his hands snaked across the tops of her thighs. His fingers found the hem of the nightgown while his eyes met Stella’s. When she didn’t break their gaze or protest, Sebastian continued, lifting the hem of her nightgown upward, slowly exposing every inch of her form until he was tugging it over her head.

Sebastian’s trousers tightened immediately. The sight of Stella’s bare body splayed out beneath him ignited every nerve ending until he was hot to the touch. But first, he was going to touch her until he ensured she was permanently his.

Sebastian fished his wand from his pocket and studied Stella with intense eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

Stella blinked. “That’s a loaded question," she rasped. Her lips parted in a playful smile and she reached to pull him into a kiss. “You know I trust you. But don’t make me regret it.”

Game on. 

“Lay back,” Sebastian ordered. He smirked and flicked his wand toward Stella. “Incarcerous irenen.”

In hindsight, Stella should have seen this coming. Manacles manifested around her wrists and ankles and Sebastian straightened proudly as he admired his handiwork.

"Sebastian!" Stella gasped. "What's gotten into you?"

“Looks like I learned something in the library the other day, after all. Sophronia would be so proud,” Sebastian said smugly.

“Sophronia would hurl herself into the lake if her innocent eyes saw what we were up to."

“Let’s keep that in mind the next time she tries to quiz us in exchange for library books,” Sebastian muttered. He studied Stella to ensure she wasn't bothered. "In all seriousness," he continued, tracing a finger over the curve of her waist, "You've spent these past days helping me, but you've been holding back. Now, it's your turn to let go."

They fell quiet as Sebastian committed the erotic vision of Stella’s shackled form to memory.

“Those aren’t too tight, are they?” he asked.

“No.”

“And you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”

“Of course.”

“Are you cold?” he asked as he reached a hand toward one of her taut nipples. Stella inhaled sharply through her nose at his touch. He ran the pad of his thumb across it and shifted positions until he was straddling her. “We’ll go nice and slow, okay?” he said, mimicking her own words from the previous day. They were genuine, but there was no mistaking a hint of playfulness.

Sebastian leaned downward to kiss her neck, the remnants of the day’s perfume lingering. His teeth nipped gently at the skin before he proceeded downward, his mouth finding her right breast while his hand cupped the left. His palm relished the soft, yielding flesh as his tongue flattened and flickered over her nipple. He sucked gently until Stella squirmed beneath him.

“Relax,” he ordered with a smirk. Stella swallowed a snide response.

Sebastian’s hands raked over her sides, following the curve of her waist until they found her hips, his mouth still preoccupied by her breasts. He shimmied himself lower until he could press a kiss to each hip bone. Stella’s thigh muscles twitched beneath him.

But Sebastian took his time, his lips grazing across her navel as the tension pulled tighter within her core. Soon, his mouth was dragging over the tops of her thighs, inching inward until Stella’s hips were rising off the bed in eager anguish.

He pressed a kiss just above her slit and she finally issued a pitiful whimper. Sebastian smirked against her skin.

His tongue lapped at her entrance with cruel deliberation – slow, cruel and inhumane. The manacles around Stella’s ankles clinked as she strained against them, desperate to part her thighs more. But Sebastian wasn’t presently concerned about how far her knees could spread. He could do plenty of damage as is.

His tongue ghosted across her clit with such haste, Stella wondered if she’d imagined it. But it returned with more earnestness, pressing and prodding until a moan left her lips. Sebastian rolled his tongue, its repetitious waves weathering against her bud until he could taste her own tide. Stella panted and puffed, her eyes clamped shut as she begged for the final surge.

“Sebastian,” she breathed. “Sebastian, I’m so close.”

More, more, more. That was the phrase on repeat in both of their brains, their insatiable need to indulge in the other on full display. 

Sebastian’s fingers sank into the backs of Stella’s thighs as he applied more force, his tongue straining as it labored. He relieved it by sucking against her clit, pulling her release to the fringe of her nerve endings.

With a few more swipes, the straining cord snapped and Stella cried out. Her heels dug into the mattress while her fingernails pierced her own palms, the bindings around her wrists holding steadfast despite the pressure as she strained against them. Spasms surged from her clit until she was left in a spineless state.

“Merlin, you always taste divine,” Sebastian said as he straightened up to study Stella’s expression. She gazed at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Sebastian had initially intended to relieve her of her manacles, but she looked too fucking sinful, her face flushed and limbs bound, to resist.

Sebastian sank his middle finger inside her without warning. Stella gasped as the heel of his palm connected with her clit, still swollen and sensitive. The sounds of her slick release chorused louder as Sebastian pumped his hand, his finger driving inside her as his palm tapped against her clit.

Stella choked through a moan. Sebastian’s finger curled and she could feel it pulling against her front wall, which was already on the twitching cusp of another release. 

A few more dabs and Stella was writhing, her hips jutting upward as Sebastian’s finger triggered another climax. Her walls convulsed and the back of her head dug into the pillow, her wrists digging against the restraints.

She whimpered when it was over, unsure if she’d ever recover. The bed curtains blurred into a haze and the quiet dormitory filled with the piercing ring of rising blood pressure. She was sensitive below the waist, her inner thighs now slick and the bedsheets beneath her damp. She felt completely and utterly undone; a ruined heap of fucked out limbs, hair now full of static from the pillowcase. Surely, she looked like someone teetering toward the final stage of six feet under.

But Sebastian had never been more attracted to her. He fumbled hastily with his necktie and shirt while Stella blinked at him, still flat on her back.

“You know, I might be able to help you undress a bit faster if you’d release me from these restraints,” she mused.

“Oh, right.” Sebastian fumbled for his wand. “Finite.”

The manacles vanished and Stella rubbed at her left wrist, which was red from the way she had strained against the metal. Not wanting Sebastian to worry, she moved for his belt buckle and began undressing him from the waist down as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Once fully undressed, he paused to kiss Stella, slow and tender until his erection throbbed. He rose to his feet and stood next to the bed, looming above Stella who watched him curiously. He tugged on her ankles, pulling her toward the edge of the bed until her legs dangled over the side.

“On your stomach,” he ordered.

Stella swallowed. “But Seb, you… are you… will you…”

“Just do it.” Something about the sight of Stella’s undoing ignited a new sense of confidence in Sebastian. He was certain he’d make her moan his name all night if he wanted.

Stella complied. Her spine straightened when Sebastian moved behind her. He bent forward to kiss the nape of her neck before the tip of his cock nudged her entrance from behind. She let out a low, slow moan as he sank inside her.

Sebastian swore at the tight heat compressing around his cock. He stilled for a moment, pulling backward slowly as Stella’s walls worked to accommodate him. But the sight of her backside bent over the edge of the bed proved impossible to maintain much restraint.

Sebastian’s hips snapped forward and Stella's cunt clenched around him as the skin rippled across her ass. He moved again and again, hips thrusting in determined rhythm as his cock sought a steady pace.

Skin slapped, floorboards creaked and the bedsheets muffled Stella’s whimpering moans. Sebastian grunted and groaned above her, his hands clenching her hips as he drove them into the mattress.

Stella was so slick, so stretchy for him, Sebastian searched for permission to accelerate his movements. 

“You’re so good,” he groaned. “You take me so well.”

“More,” Stella moaned, the top bedsheet balled in her fists. It was exactly what Sebastian wanted to hear.

He pounded into her until her breathy moans became crying whimpers. Each thrust of his cock jolted her walls with a dizzying paradox of pressure and pleasure. Her spine curved more as if she was begging him to continue. 

“Fuck, Seb,” Stella whined. Her submissive state spurred Sebastian on more, his flat hands pinning her in place against the bed as he rocked harder against her. The slapping sound of their union escalated to quick, short pops, peppered with Stella’s erratic whimpers.

The bed scraped against the planks of the wood floor, a grating screech that was interrupted by the increasing pitch of Stella’s moans. They climbed higher and louder as Sebastian’s cock edged her toward the peak. She clamped her walls in desperation to coax her climax from him, her flesh greedily straining around his cock.

“Come for me,” Sebastian commanded. “You’re going to come all over my cock and you’re going to say my name when you do it.”

Sebastian rammed and rutted against Stella, jamming his cock into her most sensitive spot until her moans could surely be heard in the common room below them.

“You’re close,” Sebastian noted, using one hand to ball Stella’s hair. He tugged at it, arching her back and emphasizing her ass. Sebastian squeezed it with his other hand, pumping harder until he was certain her hips would shatter from the force.

Finally, the sharp, short thrusts drove Sebastian’s cock into Stella’s trigger and she wailed a long, loud guttural cry of his name. Her walls fluttered and her core released more slick response as Sebastian’s hips continued to work until he could ensure her satisfaction was complete.

He couldn’t wait to do it again. But now, he was merely relieved he had managed to fuck her to completion before his own. And best of all, he’d get an endless supply of more opportunities to hear her praise him and beg for more, to watch her come undone for him, because she was his now.

“You’re so fucking good when you come,” Sebastian groaned, his cock coated in the new surge of slickness. While Stella’s frame slackened beneath him, spent from its trio of ardent releases, Sebastian sought his reward.

He sank several more times into the tight squeeze of her walls until the muscles of his abdomen flexed and his cock twitched, sending a jet of his release inside her. Stella moaned at the surge in warmth spilling within her walls as Sebastian grunted through the grand finale. He pinned Stella to the bed, his hips flush with her ass until it was over.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed as he caught himself with his arms above Stella, to keep from crushing her with his tired weight. He panted to catch his breath as Stella remained docile beneath him. 

He knew he should back away, help her get dressed before someone else stumbled into the room. But all the moments from the previous hour – the revelations, the realizations, the reactions – settled within him with crushing force.

Stella, tired of staring at bed covers, rolled onto her back. She smiled up at him with tired eyes – tired, but gratified and unmistakably elated.

“Alright?” she asked.

Sebastian nodded, his eyes still in awe of her nude features. “I think so.”

Stella glowered at him. “You think so? Sebastian, I just let you turn me into a ragdoll, surely you don’t merely think so. Or else I’m going to be the one with performance anxiety.”

Sebastian grinned and finally stepped backward, only so that he could step around her legs to lay down next to her. He reached to pull her against himself, one arm draped around her waist as he used the other to prop himself up on an elbow. 

“Didn’t see any anxiety just now, did you?” he noted.

“No, I suppose not,” Stella agreed.

“Aren’t you lucky?” 

“Lucky?” Stella drawled. “If anything, you’re the lucky one. Lucky to have such a good coach.”

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CW: mentions of toxic relationship, forgiveness,mentions of past sex experiences (drunk sex), breast/nipple play, Pet names (gorgeous,good girl,my lady, etc.), cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap your Willie’s, don’t be silly), consent - (non consensual sex is not valid at all.), reader getting called a slut 1x, squirting, creampies (if there’s more. Tell me.)

A/n: I’m Still in writers block, so if I end up liking it I’ll post it. If not. Then I’m not gonna post this story until I can write an actual good story. Idk thought. I gave up on Freak-tober so Idek if I’ll catch up. This writing style is new and I don’t release that much story’s since I need to improve on my writing.. but if you have advice. Ty :33 I just realized that when you try to enter for a new paragraph with an already written one. It deletes it. It’s so fucking annoying. This is NOT. Proof read and this is an old smut fic, I am so sorry. This might be a little shitty..💔

- the following story does Hold Explicit Content, if you’re a minor please proceed w/ caution -

Synopsis: in the night in Seoul, South Korea. You were at this club. Not very crowded which works with you, you were drinking some alcohol, washing your throat down with it. You were having a good time, listening to the Music that the DJ had been playing. It was gonna be a good night. Though, while you were drinking there was a shadow right above you. Like any other person, you looked up and your night was immediately ruined. Why is he here? And what will happen?

“I finally Found you.” The Black-haired male said. A subtle smirk emerged on his face, you wanted to slap that Look off of him. He’s messed you up enough, why even bother with him? He was such an asshole. he would prioritize himself before you. Which annoyed you. And got in arguments with you, a lot of times. So you had the right to not like him, right?

“San, please get out of my face. I Don't Want to Talk to you.” you tried to be polite to him, not wanting to spark a stupid argument in public. Especially because he will make sure everyone knows that he's the ‘victim’ it had always been like that during your relationship. Oh, you got hit by San, his excuse? ‘She was putting me in danger!’ it was the same thing over and over again. “Oh please y/n, I was the victim in this relationship. You made me feel unloved. I believe I had a right to treat you badly. And besides. Maybe it wouldn't have been like this if you had tried harder to make me happy.” he said boldly. Is he hearing himself?

The audacity for him to say such a stupid comment. “Excuse you? So you’re telling me. If I tried Harder to make you happy, I had to throw my whole life away and act like nothing mattered but you?” You Were Offended, the audacity from him the waltz in and throw your Rocky relationship’s blame on you? “Oh please, y/n. I was the best thing that happened to you. Besides I did do you pretty good in bed.” He added to his already Cocky comment. He cleared his throat and chuckled at you. “Who am I kidding? I make every woman who Im with good.” yeah that's it, your gonna punch that motherfucker in the stomach.

“Quit talking about that San, I don't care about what your stats are with people in your bed. That doesn't mean shit. And no? You weren't the best thing that's happened to me. You're being so cocky and it's so repetitive and annoying, the best thing that has happened to me was leaving you.” you retorted. Who does he think he is? “Come on y/n, don't act like you're some saint too.” he pursed his lips. “That's not what you were saying 1 month ago. Either.” that was right. You had hooked up with him while you two were drunk. It was consensual and protected, but it was still a regret of yours. How could you be so desperate?

“That was a month ago, dipshit. By the way. I didn't say anything.” you said confidently. You remembered about the sex. But not About the words or actions. “Let me recap it for you gorgeous, I had asked You ‘Who’s is it?’ and you immediately said, ‘this pussy is yours.’ so it Still is mine, gorgeous.” your jaw Slacked. Wait, what? You don't remember any of that. Of course, you had forgotten. “It was in the heat of the moment, San. I didn't mean it.” you excused yourself. Though you knew damn well you meant everything you had said.

“So, you think I can still have what’s mine?” he asked out of nowhere. It was a Turn-on. Not because it was San. Actually it was because it’s San, but because his straightforwardness was Attractive and enticing to you. “Oh fuck you, San.” you rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah, fuck me.”San said back, snickering. Staring at your ass While you were grabbing your purse, Taking his hand that he had held out in front of you. That hand had quickly snaked to your waist.

That whole way to his apartment, you and San had talked it out. It wasn’t that easy to do since there was some wrongs that both sides of the parties had done. But you guys had ended up talking about it like adults. “I want to apologize, I don’t want to come with any excuses and I just want to start fresh alright? I don’t. Exactly expect you to forgive me instantly since I had messed you up.” You Just listened to him Speak and ramble about, you smiled and Hugged him while you to were walking. “It’s Alright, at least you had acknowledged your wrongs. And I do too.” You glanced over at him. You guys were coming up to this Tall and bougie looking building. You had Assumed it was his apartment complex. Since i mean, he was wealthy and responsible with money.

You guys finally made it to Sans's luxury apartment complex which was around 5 minutes from the club. He rang up the elevator, pressing the button which calls the elevator, he heard the little ping! And the elevator doors swiftly opened, He had made sure you had gotten in first and stepped into the elevator after you. It took a good 20 seconds to get to his floor, the door Sliding open. He grabbed your hand and led you to his Apartments front door. Grabbing the keys, fiddling with it until he got to the right key to open his Door. He placed the key into the keyhole, turning the keys and the door clicked open. Walking you into his humble apartment.

“Welcome home, my lady.” He introduced you to his apartment. It was so much different than the one when you two were together. “Woah.” You said. It was a lot bigger from the outside, but you weren’t complaining. It was clean and Modern apartment. A living room, a 8x8 bathroom. And the bedroom was Clean and comfy looking. “I’m surprised you actually clean it.” You made fun of him. “Well excuse you, y/n. And yes. I do clean it regularly! So don’t doubt in me.” He frowned. And then smiled.

“You need anything to drink, gorgeous?” He asked you, that hot ass smirk on his face. It was Always doing something to you. “No thank you, actually. Yes, just water.” You corrected yourself. “Alright, one water coming up for my lady.” He said so barista-like. “One cup of water for y/n!” He was Sometimes so wholesome. That’s what You genuinely liked about him. “Thank you for my Little order.” You took the water from his hand. “I’m still getting my payment, right?” He Smiled slyly. “Yes, yes you are.” You Sipped on the water, leaving a lipstick mark on the cup. You placed the empty glass onto the marble counter. “Now, can I get that payment?” He asked you in a whisper like tone.

“Yes,San. Yes.” You rolled your eyes in play-annoyance. Come here already then. “Gladly, my lady.” He walked over to you, then swiftly got you off the stool. He placed you onto the Countertop. And stepped back. Taking a look at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. He walked over to you and undid the dress, moving the zipper down your dress, trying to get you out of your pretty dress. “Let’s get you out of these, my love.” He murmured against your neck. Sending a shiver down your Spine. He looked over at you and smiled. “Raise your hips. And there we go.” You complied with him, raising your hips. He slid the dress off your thighs. Letting it fall onto the ground.

“My god.” He murmured, looking at your Beautiful lingerie, was he Infatuated with you. “Red and black Lingerie,huh?” He asked you. Then taking a good look at you. Fuck, the urge, he has the urge to take a photo of you in that Lingerie, fuck you looked sexy.. his Boner quickly Awoke, Before clearing his throat, not wanting to think with His dick, but.. come on. “Is it alright if I take a photo of you In this… god..sexy Outfit?” he asked You Politely, before You gave him the okay. With him Getting permission, he Takes His phone out, before snapping a picture of your beautiful body. “ ‘mazing sweetheart.” He had that Sly Smirk. Fuck it was hot!

“Let’s take this off now.” He muttered as he got to you, his breath hitting your face as he unclasped Your bra. Then sliding it off and letting that fall to the floor too, your Breasts came out of its confines, slightly jiggling from the Tightness of the bra, that was now off, he Looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. “I’m okay with you touching me, San.” He nodded, humming in content and then bringing his hand to your breast, And massaging it, kneading it in his right hand and the other with his left, you Were liking the free no-charge. Massage and You sigh. “That feels good.” You hummed, relaxing yourself. “Let’s see if we can get you to Make some noises, yeah?” He Smiled and Took one tit into his mouth, savoring it then sucking onto it glancing up to you, making sure you were okay. “Oh fuck San.” His face just made this all Hotter, yeah, you were absolutely Turned on.

“You like that ,dear?” He Asked you in a slow and seductive manner. Then swirling his Tounge around your Nipple. The other one hardening in an instant. He pulled away and Started to Roll the Sensitive bud between his index and thumb. You arch your back, raising your hips off the Counter. Letting out a series of Soft moans, and he hadn’t Even Penetrated you yet. You might Just cum, untouched. without Even being Fucked. You pursed your lip. “G-God San. Slow down.” You breathe out. He chuckled softly. Continuing to stimulate your Sensitive Bud. “I’m enjoying this, a lot. And your body is telling me so too.” He pointed out your Damp spot on the front of your underwear. “Fuck,that was on accident.” He could obviously see through your blatant lie. “Riiight. “Accident” hm?” He said in air quotes since he knew you so well, that was not on accident.

“Okay. Well maybe it wasn’t on accident, but you turned me on. So is that really my fault san?” You Replied back. “No, it’s not,pretty girl. Just wondering why you said it was an accident.” He glanced over at you. “Be a Good girl and take your underwear off for me.” He demanded and smiled at you. Seeing you from his peripheral, lifting your hips and Shimmying your Hips and legs. Your Underwear falling onto the floor with all of your other clothes. “That’s some pretty legs. Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” you Nodded and immediately opened your legs. Letting San have a look at your pretty Dripping cunt. “You’re soaked, did I turn you on that much?” He Asked you with a Grin on his face. I’m gonna carry you to the Bedroom, is that alright?” He glanced from your pussy to your face. “Yeah, go ahead.” He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, your ass up in the air. And god, was he strong. “You’re strong, sannie.” You told him. Making him chuckle. “I know what I am, m’lady.” He was so damn cocky. But that’s another attractive thing about him. He opens his door with one hand, then door letting a soft click. He walked into the room, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a Yelp and He closes the door. “I need you to sit on my face so damn bad y/n.” He pleaded. His bulge visible in his pants.

“Then come over here and lay down.” He could hear the smile in your voice. He walked over to the bed and laid down. “I haven’t had dinner so consider you, my dinner.” He smiled, looking at you. “You need help with getting on my face?” He asked you, grinning. “No.” You said sharply, you Shifted on the bed. Getting above his face, straddling his Head, giving him a Good and clear view. You Lower yourself down. And He grabbed your hips, reflexively. Sitting you above his face. His Tounge darting out to taste your Sweet juices. Having your Hands Supporting You, on the headboard. You let out a soft sigh. “Fuck, San.” You Mewl. He Continued to move his tongue through your Folds, the Sounds of explicit Slurping and Squelching Echoed around his rooms align with your moans. “Oh shit, San!” You threw your head back. Grabbing onto his jet black hair. “You’re eating me out So good.” You praised. Riding his face, his Nose stimulating your Clit. You Bit your lip. Riding his Face. And Stuffing it right in his face.

“God, oh my god San.” You Cursed. You already Feel yourself close to cumming. His Tounge was working it’s damn Magic. Flicking against your folds, then Slipping it into your Sweet Pussy, slurping all of the juices. Man were you sweet as hell. “San I’m gonna Cum..” You warned him. He had you ride his face. “Fuck, right there. Oh my goshh.. please..” The combination of pleasure from His nose and tounge was Scrumptious.. and You Started To whimper against your lips. The bed squeaking. “Holy shit I’m cumming!” You Squeal, then Letting go. Grunting and Stiffening. You cried out in pleasure. Shaking uncontrollably as he’s still Eating you out. “Fuck! San please stop!” You go off him. Seeing his face clearly Some cum on his nose and mouth. Dripping down his chin. He sat up and Murmured. Turning you around “Let’s have you taste yourself.” He kissed you. Having you Taste yourself on his Tongue. “Good girl.” He cooed. He got up trying to clearly get his pants off. he Unbuttoned his pants. Fiddling with the zipper. Before laying you down.

“I’m collecting what’s mine.” He Said. Then slipping his Pants Off. you could clearly see the out-line of his cock, through his boxer-briefs. He Slides that off too. His cock coming out stiff, his red, swollen cock head dripping pre-cum. He walked over to you, then positioned you so your legs were Spread open. And facing him. He smirked slyly. And grabbed your hips. Mushroom-tip prodding against your welcoming entrance. “Oh fuck San.” You threw your head back. Before kissing him. “Aww what’s wrong? Is this the first time in forever since you’ve had Dick in you you little Fucking slut?” He murmured Those words into your ear before You Let out a shaken moan.

“Yes, San.. it’s been forever..” you nodded, before He Kissed your Lips. Shutting you up. Before he teasingly Entered the head of his cock in your tight pussy. before You whine for him to put the whole thing in. Before he nodded and slowly pushed Into your Eager and tight Pussy. Before you both let out a Loud moan. “Fuck, y/n your Tight Pussy is so fuckin’ warm and snug.. it’s like it’s made just for my dick.” He thrusted in you, your legs impulsively wrapping his waist, Before he Chuckled. “Don’t want me to move out, hm?” He whispered with a hushed voice. “Fuck, San. faster..” you mewled before He began to slap his hips into you. “Oh shit !” You Moaned out. Tears in your eyes. “San please.. oh fuck !! I’m gonna Squirt around your Fucking cock..” you warned before He Grabbed your shoulders and Slammed into you repeatedly, hitting the Sweet spot in your nice gummy walls, making you see stars before You felt the String in your tummy go snap. Before Your eyes Immediately roll back. a rush of Liquid Gushing out of your pussy and around Sans Cock. You cried Out in Utter pleasure, San then Looked at you while it just kept Coming out. Still pounding you. And He Looked So enamored and Happy. Before He let out a Grunt and murmured. “I’m cumming..” Before he Relentlessly Slammed his hips into yours like his life depends upon it leaving your sensitive Pussy put the Work in, he let out a loud moan. His hips stuttering and Finally Cumming in you, leaving a Mess. He Plopped down onto you. not bothering to pull out while having you in his Arms. panting and Shaking. he kissed your head tenderly. “You did amazing, babe. take Some Rest, my baby.” He said in a hushed voice Before letting you rest, just like the Previous nights you guys had Hooked up. Though. This one would definitely bring you two back.

„ 𝓣he 𝓔nd !! ”

— This was made in oct 2024.. it’s March 2025.. 😭😭 I’ll be brave and post this.. 💔🥀

[typingtess]

"Do me a favor," Deeks said as Kensi pulled onto the 405.

"What's that?"

"Stop Hetty if she ever feels the need to tase me."

"Why would she tase you?"

"She tased Callen.  Callen.  Her number two in the office and her favorite on the team."

"I don't think Callen is Hetty's favorite," Kensi push back.  "I think she likes us all just the same."

"The new guy Castor, Hetty likes him as much as she likes Callen?"

Shaking her head, Kensi clarified, "Likes was the wrong word..."

"And treats the same would just be wrong."

"Well, you're asking to be treated differently if you don't want Hetty to tase you after she tased Callen."

"I would never do anything that would make Hetty tase me."

"Then you won't need me to stop her.  Wait, were you ever tased before?"

"A fella doesn't get tased and tell."

"You were tased."

"Three times.  Three different times."

"Why were you tased?"

"Because when you're on a long undercover assignment and the police show up, they usually know who is the undercover cop.  Since they don't want to shoot the undercover – that would be me – when they run, LAPD tases."

"You'd run when LAPD was making an arrest?"

"Always."

"Why?"

"If you're a criminal and LAPD knocks down the door, as a rule, you don't jump up and say 'Hey fellas, glad you're  here!  You won't believe what these other guys are doing.'"

"So you played along."

"I did my job, LAPD would do theirs."

"Did it hurt?"

"You've never been tased?  That seems to be some sort of super-secret training tool NCIS would insist you have in your fancy training."

"No I've never been tased and I don't plan on being tased."

"This may come as a surprise to you, nobody really plans on being tased.  Well, this is LA, I'm sure someone somewhere is paying someone else to tase them weekly."

"Ew."

"I am not someone to judge.  Let your freak flag fly.  If you're happy, I'm good."

"But you don't want Hetty to tase you."

"That would not make me happy."

"How do you think I could stop Hetty from tasing you?"

"You're Kensi Blye, you'll figure it out."

"Sam couldn't get Hetty to not tase Callen."

"That whole Sam and Hetty interaction today was weird."

"Don't go there again."

Deeks chuckled.  "You know what, tell Hetty I like getting tased.  Happened to me at LAPD.  Didn't bother me at all.  Gave me an energy boost like Super Mario."

"You're going to try reverse psychology on Hetty?"

"She'll never see it coming as she misses me running away."

"It's Hetty.  She'll see it coming and she'll tase you as you're running away."

"True."

"Do me a favor," Kensi said as she pulled into their driveway.

"What's that?"

"Don’t do anything that cause Hetty to tase you."

"I'll do my best."

Leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek, she said, "You usually do.  Make me dinner."

"Yes ma'am."

[sramoonlight]

Why do you fight for?

What if the batfam had their own spidey?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient.

The night felt weird as you looked at the street on an unknown roof, Tim puts down a bag of hamburgers next to you

Everything happened so fast, you had to find a new hide spot and now you’re just there trying to find an answer, multiverse and time travel, you didn’t think it could be together maybe in a sci-fiction novel but never in the reality.

You see how he starts eating as you took your cup of soda lifting your mask to take a sip of it, and you sighed

— Are you still thinking about it? — He asked chewing his food as he looked at you

— It’s just… I can’t seem to understand it — you said, looking at the streets

Everyone look so small below you, and you still can’t find comfort on being in the top of the world, it feels like thinking about what happens after death but without the existential crisis

Tim looked at you before handing your hamburger, you took it taking a bite of it

You’ve known him as the work addict, the one who choose to not sleep until he gets the answer he wants but now he’s inviting you to take a break

— If you keep thinking about it you’re not going to find anything —

You hummed in response, chewing the hamburger as you thought about it, probably you’re going to find an answer once your mind colds down

Still, why someone like Kingpin would want something from the crime lord Black mask? Maybe about a doctor, he usually looks for scientist to do what he pleases but this is certainly something else.

— Ugh, motherfucker — You looked how Tim mumbled something taking his phone to type something, you moved falling into his shoulder peeking out at his phone

“Kon”

— Who’s that? — You asked, Tim turned off his phone before you could see their text, probably he’s too shy to even admit it — A comrade of mine —

Weirdly, his phone started to blow with new texts that you couldn’t see because he moved his phone away so you couldn’t see it

Like the person he was talking to could hear him.

You bite your cheek thinking about it, well, probably it wasn’t nothing and just a hero comrade who likes to talk, oh you really want to know more heroes

— Go back to the manor, I’ll be patrolling — He said and you didn’t notice when he had finished his dinner, he eats so quick that makes you wonder if it’s because you have a small mouth

Whatever, you smiled getting up as you did your best to finish the hamburger in one bite

Wow, you don’t have what it takes to devour it without feeling full

— Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow Tim McGraw —

— Tim what? —

Before he could protest you shot your web leaving the roof

He had to google that name after that, but doesn’t matter.

After a few swings you made it back home entering through the window of your room, it’s past 1 am and you still wonder how could Tim find a fast food restaurant open, probably because he is a rich boy, probably not

You looked at your reflection on the mirror, the cut on your arm is only visible through the little lump on your suit, the bandages are sure a problem but you’re happy that you don’t look as a broke plushie

Speaking of which, you’re surprised that Tim fixed your suit, it doesn’t look like it was ripped just hours ago

— He sure did that thing were you can’t see the seams —

You remember the way your mother used to do it, you sitting on the floor as she sat on the couch sewing your suit hearing how you punched some bad person on the face

The memory makes you look at your hands, a clumsy seam where your mother first fixed it, she didn’t know how to do it properly but she tried anyway

She was the first person you told about the spidey thing, the first second you receive your powers you were yapping about it

You miss her so much

You close your hand sitting on the floor, that hand moved close to your chest like it could make you feel her arms around you again

What should I do?

A silent whisper, only the walls could hear you talking to yourself, or maybe to someone who you can’t longer see

— We’ll be fine, mom —

The day you didn’t wanted to happen is today, you looked at the mirror not liking the way your body feels at the color black, you never thought about using this type of clothes just to visit your mom

But you had to do it, your father did his best to bring your mother’s body so you could do a funeral for her

You took a deep breath, fixing your hair you walked to the living room where your father was waiting for you, your other siblings chose to not go with you or maybe they were too busy to attend, still, they send you all their support

Except Damian, he just looked at you.

Your father walked with you to the car where you sat on the passenger seat, he sure looks good on a suit, the press is going to talk about how stunning he looked even at a funeral

You can see how he’s holding the steering wheel tightly, not because he’s heartbroken for loosing his lover of course not, he and your mother were just a one-night thing

He doesn’t know what to say, you understand it, nothing prepares you to go with your own blood to see a woman you just met once

— She.. was someone very smart — he said after a seconds, you looked at his eyes and he was looking at yours — I know she’ll be happy to see the person you’ll become —

You looked down, where your hands were and you caressed your wrist feeling the web shooters behind your sleeves

Now that she’s gone, the pressure about being the best version of you feels bigger

— I just want to be what she wanted me to be — you whispered and then he held your hand making you look up at him

He smiled, that smile was the one of someone who lost his parents too

It’s weird knowing that in some way he understands you, maybe at a way no one else could but that’s because he’s your dad, you have to be alike in a thing right?

— Dad.. — It doesn’t feel weird to say it

You held back his hand, smiling softly

Your mother send you with him, she knows you’ll be just fine by his side

You arrived at the building, your father left the car opening the door for you and he offered his arm to you

That was his way to show you that you won’t be alone, without second thought you took it

Flash

All the cameras where pointing at you, making you blind for a few seconds before you could walk properly

Your dad didn’t looked like he bothered, like he’s used to feeling that kind of attention

Slow walk as you approached the coffin, it is closed and you had to guess that it was because of how bad her body looked

How were her last moments? What did she felt? Was she scared?

You let go your father’s hand touching the coffin, the feeling of knowing that your mom is behind all that wood is killing you

You can’t see her, you know that if you do you’ll be crying in seconds wishing that this is a joke

— Hi mom — You whispered, kneeling in front of the coffin, your forehead moved to press against it like you used to do with her whenever you faced a tough villain

The feeling that you made it back home safely, but now the one who didnt was your mother

— Im home, mom — that words burned your heart, already feeling that you were about to cry you moved standing up to see your father

He looked at the coffin, a blank expression on his face not knowing what to do

— I never thought of seeing you like this again, Catherine — you heard him mumbling but you didn’t cared

Taking a deep breath you wiped the stray tears on your eyes, you can’t cry in front of her or she’ll feel bad for leaving you behind

Your father and you moved away from the coffin, like a puppy you followed him as he greeted the guests

You recognize them as you mother’s co-workers, you still wonder how they managed to made it to Gotham, if you were them you wouldn’t do that much of a trip

Then, your eyes spotted someone

Kingpin, he approached you, not your father

— Im very sorry — He said, you looked at how his wife stands by his side holding his arm

— There’s no need, sir — you said lifting your head to see him, that man had the most sad eyes like he understands your pain

But he doesn’t.

— Your mother was a very loyal employee, we’ll miss her presence — your body tensed as he moved his hand to cup your face, since you were little you’re used to see him

If you didn’t knew how bad he could be, you would relax against his palm like you used to do when you were six, you know this man has a thing for kids and knowing that he saw you grow up just makes this conversation even worse

— If you ever need anything, I’ll be just a call away, I’m sure I can make it up for you — once he moved away you could feel how your whole body relaxed

He walks away, talking to the other guest and you touched your cheek

Before this incident, seeing him felt weird because he beats you whenever you step against him, but you managed to not show it

But this is too much, knowing that whatever he did this time took your mother away from you

— You don’t seem happy to see him — your father said looking at you with a little smile

Did he notice you were uncomfortable? Wow, you’re sure you hide it pretty well

— It just doesn’t feel good knowing my mom died on his building — you chuckled trying to move the pressure on your hand to the side

Bruce didn’t looked convince but he hugged you by your shoulders pushing you close

— you don’t need to see him again if you don’t want — that words only makes you lay your head on his shoulder mumbling a quick thank you

You don’t think this day could get worse.

You were back at the manor scrolling through your phone, Bruce went back to his job before dropping you at home

The pics of you at the funeral are filling the internet, everyone wondering about where you were all this time just makes you wonder even more what life does your siblings have

Being this publicly, not even being Spidey makes you feel this.. abused? No one cares about what you’re feeling, they care about what happened seventeen years ago when your parents meet, you thought about it before but you just washed it away thinking that it didn’t matter

That was your parents private life after all, you sighed before feeling someone knocking at your head

Wait what?

— I have a clue — Tim relays on the couch looking at you with wide eyes, you know he wouldn’t bother you today if it wasn’t something useful — The thing is.. that happened at metropolis and I just know someone who could help us get information —

You raised and eyebrow turning to see him, you can see how he looks irritated to the thought of saying this to you

— I need you at our spot at eleven o’clock —

With that you knew he wants to meet at the place you met the night before, you see how he leaves with an apple on his hand probably to his room

But you don’t remember him having a room on the first floor, whatever

You need to get ready for that.

Back on your spider suit you waited for Tim at your spot, the moon is up and you can feel how the cold breeze is getting on your nerves

You need to add a coat to your suit or you’ll freeze, how could Gotham nights be this cold?

— You arrived first, what a surprise — Tim appears from an alley on his Red Robin suit, he does feels like he’s been on a rush

Where his duties as a vigilante? You don’t understand how can they be this busy even if they’re almost five at this city

Before you could think more, someone floats down

Floats?

You see how a man, one with a jacket and a very punk style looks at you through his black glasses

On the night? Geez he’s sure something else, your mother would say he’s a spoiled brat who only thinks about looking good

— He’s.. —

— Superboy but you sweetie? You can call me whatever you want — he winked at you causing you to chuckle

You can see how Tim looked pissed at this, Superboy moved to hold your hand moving it to his lips

Before he could do that, Tim stepped holding you by your shoulders and moving you away from the teenager

— He.. is someone from metropolis, he heard Kingpin on the city — You looked confused at his words now facing the man

You crossed your arms facing him with a smile even if it was hiding behind your mask

— May I know how you heard him? — you tilted your head in a defying voice

He chuckled moving to be close to your face, was he floating to be taller than you? You had to bite your cheek to keep you from bursting on laughs

— Well, I have a big good ear and I know when someone isn’t from my city —

He faced you, his glasses are even more down that you saw before and you can tell that he putted them down to see your face better

Even if it was behind a mask, he seemed curious to see you

— May I know your name now, hun? — that’s it, you laughed

Your arms more to your back approaching him with joy, he jumped back not expecting you to fight back

— Does the suit gave you a hint? —

— Only that you need to be- —

You heard Tim shout as he stepped between you, him hugging you by your shoulders with a flustered face and even if he had his domino mask on you could see how furious he was

Was this.. that thing about jealous brothers? You suppress a chuckle before going on work now

— Okay, jokes aside, what did you find? — You asked, now fully interested in whatever is going on

Superboy gets on the ground looking at you with a bore face, probably he didn’t like being pushed away without ending his game

Anyways, Tim clears his throat letting you go as he takes a more relaxed pose

— He seemed to look for Lex Luthor help but he denied to do anything like that, I mean, he was about to convince him but he didn’t give him what he wanted — he explained now his hands on his pockets

You analyze his words, of course King ping wouldn’t want to give something very fancy just in exchange of a favor, and that makes you wonder even more

Does the project need that much of people to be done? What is he planning?

You thought multiverse and time travel was enough to trap someone on King ping’s hands, but you had to admit, he doesn’t own nothing Lex Luthor would want.

— My theory is, whatever Kingpin is doing isn’t something safe — Tim said expressing your words

But can’t be, you pressed your hand on your chin

— That can’t be, King ping would never do something so risky he could loose his life or his family — you said, knowing what is in King ping’s heart

He would fight gods if he had to, only to keep his family safe

You opened your eyes as wide as you could

— Woah! Their mask moves too — you didn’t quite heard what Superboy said.

— He does this for his family — looking at Tim he seemed to think about it he looks confused to even admit it

For him, it looks like a weird thing, why would you build a time Machine so you could do something for your family? Nothing bad happened

— I don’t see your point — He mumbled, of course he doesn’t understand

Because he doesn’t see what you see

— there’s two things that makes me think this, first he’s a person who doesn’t do things without a plan B and… he talked to me at my mother’s funeral — You mumbled the last part

It was weird to tell them about the “im a call away” situation but now that you think about it, Fisk isn’t the type of man who would give you empty promises, not knowing that no amount of money could make it up for you, he knows what you might crave

— He.. saw something, something he needs to know to avoid — you said and Tim snapped his fingers

How could he with gloves?

— that’s why they called it time travel and not something else, they’ll just see not anything else — with Tim’s words you heard how Superboy groaned a “Huh?” Not quite understanding what you’re talking about

Let’s organize this

Kingpin isn’t building something that could make him go to another universe and take things, he wants to see what could happen and use that information for a plan B, like if in one universe he gets a divorce, he could see every universe until he founds the reason and how to act against it

That’s why Lex Luthor didn’t liked his idea, is interesting but not for someone who wants to have control but for Black mask? He can keep his crime empire

— But he won’t give up, an alliance with Lex could help him more than with Black mask — Superboy said, after understanding what you two meant, well.. actually Tim explained it to him while you organized your ideas but that doesn’t matter

Now the three knows what is happening

You sighed, he was right and that just pisses you off

— We can’t see what he’s doing at Metropolis and still managed to stop their actions at Gotham —

— And you’re still not counting New York —

The three of you hummed trying to find an answer, the only one that comes to your mind is stopping him from doing an alliance with Lex Luthor and then stopping his alliance with Black mask

— We can’t leave Gotham, I can’t just put my life aside — Tim said with a tired face, for a person who also goes some work at Wayne enterprises it’s too much

And you can’t risk leaving your life aside, Bruce would notice you skipping classes and if he does he would ask about it and you’re terrible at lying, he could discover your secret identity

— Ugh, if I could only travel to metropolis in seconds, I could just disappear for a few minutes — you thought out loud and Superboy smirked

A thing Tim hates him too do

— I can help you with that! I fly so quick that you won’t see me coming, just ring me and I’ll be there — he hugs you by your shoulders pulling you closer

You had to see Tim who looked even more pissed off than before, he’s clearly not enjoying this

— I can do that —

— No you can’t! And if we are going to be a team I need to know my little bug more, don’t I? —

Little bug? Your eyes made a confusion look, one eye bigger than the other you don’t seem to understand the new nickname, you’re not a bug.

Still, you looked at Tim who ruffled his own hair in desperation

— Okay! Okay! But I swear to god Superboy, if you do something to them I’ll put so much kryptonite in your underwear you’ll be puking your organs out — you bite your cheek holding out a laugh

Superboy groaned laying on your shoulder in a dramatic way, something Tim didn’t liked at all

— You care too much, you can’t tell me you’re keeping this cutie for yourself — he shakes your body as he tried to make a point

The only thought about it makes you smile behind your mask, oh if he knew

— Ew! Don’t ever think about it, they’re my sibling —

You three froze, you blinked moving to see Superboy who had a blank expression

All the color on his face just disappeared and you had to look at Tim who looked even more pale than Superboy, that assures you that he does know Red Robin’s secret identity and knowing that

He knows yours.

Superboy turned to see you, in a moment he holds your cheeks coming closer to your face

— Are you (Reader) Wayne?! — he shouted with a surprised face, you didn’t think he could do such an expression like that.

He held you even closer trying to see through your mask eyes but before he continued Tim got him by the collar pulling him away

— Don’t act too surprised, I know you were thinking about it already —

You could see how they started an argument, they sure are like cats and dogs but that just makes it cute

You looked at your hand, the bad seam felt like it was speaking to you

How could Kingpin would “make it up” for you? He can’t bring your mother back, what sort of information can make you feel better? The question keeps haunting you before you saw how Tim pressed the comm on his ear moving a steps away

A minute later he comes back

— I need to go, would you go back home? —

— I can take them to Metropolis! They need to know where they’re patrolling the next days —

Tim looked at him ready to start another fight but you moved to face Superboy, a determinate expression on your face

— Can we go now? — You asked, Superboy looked at Tim before lifting you on his arm

You can already hear Tim asking Superboy to put you down, but he didn’t, instead he starts floating ready to go

— I’ll be back before the sun goes up, don’t worry —

And with that, both of you disappeared from the place, Tim is looking where you both were just a second ago

He sure is going to kill Conner.

You two arrived at a roof where he let’s you down, your intuition tells you you’re in front of one of Lex Luthor’s buildings

Maybe that was the place where Kingpin and him met, a good place to start actually, Superboy wasn’t actually a dumb person

— So, I have a question to ask you —

— No, I don’t shoot webs from my butt — You responded in automatic holding your chin like it would make you adjust your eyes to see even more.

Superboy laughed like he didn’t want to hide it, and that makes you wonder if it wasn’t his question

— Good to know but really — he moved closer to you, now both of you looking at the building

When did he take off his glasses? Weird

— Why do you fight for? — and the question makes you lost interest on the building, now you saw him with wide eyes

You’re not sure about the answer, no one ever asked you that, I mean, Tim asked you why are you doing this but not why do you fight for

It sounds similar, but for you it is completely different

You looked down, trying to find an answer, but your brain can’t come with one, you do know that is something you need to do because no one at New York had the power to do it

But that was what your mother told you, kinda dumb, you feel like a kid on a medical appointment asking your mother to tell the doctor where it hurts but seriously

— I don’t know — You whispered, maybe you could say that it was the right thing to do but that doesn’t seem like an appropriate answer

And you can’t just say that your mother told you to do it because it doesn’t feel like a right reason to fight for.

Superboy hummed, making sure you knew he heard you

— Well, let’s find out — he hugged you by the shoulders, god what does everyone has with hugging you like that?

You don’t mind, it actually makes you feel warm enough to not shiver

— What? — You asked turning to see him, he smiled at you before moving away to poke your nose

Did he floated to do it? Not like he needed it anyways

— A reason to fight for — and it only makes you smile

Your heart feels too warm and you can tell it is because you’re happy

Though, it didn’t last long because you shivered because of the cold, before you could complain Superboy puts his jacket on your shoulders

You looked at him asking silently but he isn’t looking at you anymore, his attention now centered on the building in front of him

Without saying a word, you put it on and a smell of wood makes you wonder if he leaves in a farm

But just like he filled your heart with warmth, he made sure your body was warm too, what a gentleman.

— By the way, the name is Conner — Oh my god, how could you forget about asking him that?

[writers-lore]

Dear Leo

(Valgrace angst + fluff)

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Leo,

If you’re reading this, then you came back. I missed you so much— I think I still do. We looked everywhere for you- I would travel to the ends of the earth if it meant I got to see you again. I don’t know what you were up to, but I’m guessing it was important to you.

If you’re reading this— then that means something happened to me. I knew Leo- but it had to be done. I would sacrifice everything to make sure you both stayed.

I guess the point of this letter is to not have any regrets. I don’t remember much from my past— I don’t know how my relationships were before, nor do I know who I was- am. I can’t tell you what my mom looked like— how she spoke, her personality despite her flaws. I can’t tell you if I loved anybody before. I can’t tell you who my best friend was before. But I can tell you what matters to me now.

I keep trying to rack my mind Leo. I can’t sleep, I am angry and upset. I didn’t want it to come to this— I wanted a life, I wanted to grow old with someone like I dreamed. I wanted to go through this and pass it onto those who are important to me. I am scared.

I try to shut my eyes and imagine a better place— one where I can ignore all of this. One where I have a family and a life outside of camp. I close my eyes and I see you— us. I see us. I see your smile, how your eyes crease when you’re overjoyed. How my worries mean nothing when we laugh together. Without hesitation, you’d comfort me as I regained some memories. When you hugged me after the nightmares made me regain my worst memories— all of this to say, you matter a lot to me, more than friends.

Right now, I want to close my eyes, lie down, and imagine that you’re in my arms sleeping peacefully. Your breath slows as you fall asleep and relax as we hold each other. How you’d hum and trace my scars while you thought I was asleep. How I would hold you tighter and relax into your embrace. Tonight, I think of a universe where we are happy. And tonight, I will feel comforted.

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There was no joke to be made about this. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a miracle, another chance. Some terrible disaster could be happening and Leo wouldn’t care. He had tunnel vision, and couldn’t see nor hear anything around him. He didn’t care. Nothing else mattered more than the fact that Jason Grace was standing on the doorstep of cabin nine.

Leo was ecstatic that he’d arrived when everyone was out playing capture the flag. He was also glad he had decided to opt out of this game. It meant he could catch up with Jason without any interruptions. It felt like they had been standing there for centuries, when in reality it had been only about a minute.

Leo had almost forgotten how to even breathe right then. He felt the urge to just throw himself against Jason. To hit Jason in the arm similarly to how everyone did when he himself had come back. To cup his face and--

“I got your letter,” Leo said without thinking. They both stood in the doorway staring at each other. Neither knew whether they should grin at each other or cry, so their expressions remained neutral.

“I’m sorry- I got caught up in my feelings-” Jason started to cut himself off, “Piper told me you had a girlfriend when you read that-- and that you guys broke up and-”

It was Leo’s turn to cut him off, “She joined the huntresses. That’s why we broke up. Not cause of the letter, she doesn’t know about that.” Leo let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Come inside, we can talk in my room.”

///////

Cabin Nine was enormous from the inside. From the outside, it looks the same as all the others. But, everyone had their own rooms, it was a bit like the waystation in a way. It gave everyone a little more privacy and a way to build throughout the night without waking anybody. It also gave privacy for conversations they didn’t want repeated.

“I don’t— god. Maybe I would’ve kept it to myself had I known I would’ve come back. Maybe it’d be easier” Jason said, rubbing his neck before sitting next to Leo on the floor.

“It’s not, trust me” Leo said, “Uhm- but yeah. You didn’t cause the breakup, we just grew apart and she wanted to join the hunters.”

“I’m glad she’s happy” Jason said awkwardly as if he didn’t know how to prompt the conversation he was looking for.

“Do you still feel the same? After—“ He sighed, “After everything?”

It took Jason a moment. Leo could tell that it wasn’t gathering his thoughts or checking his feelings. He could tell that he was trying to figure out how to phrase what he was gonna say.

“If you don’t it’s fin-“

“No. I do. I do still feel like that. I just didn’t know how to say that out loud.” Jason quickly said, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to say it out loud.”

They sat for a while. They hadn’t even hugged each other yet. Not even a hello. It didn’t matter much, because they had an entire lifetime for these things.

And yet, Jason felt a warm hand cover his on the ground. There they both sat, knees now to their chests, as Leo’s hand brushed the top of Jason’s. Jason could already tell how calloused and rough Leo’s hands were just from this movement alone, he didn’t have to trace his hands with his fingertips to know. (Although, if given the option, he would.) He didn’t care, as long as they were Leo’s hands.

Jason felt as Leo’s hand finally curled around his, their faces burning. Then it happened, an intentional choice. Leo squeezed Jason’s hand three times.

I

Jason couldn’t believe it, honestly.

Love

Leo could share the sentiment that he never thought he would get this chance.

You

Jason quickly bolted to his knees only to topple Leo into an embrace. He rested his chin between Leo’s shoulder and neck and held him as if it were his lifeline. They giggled to each other, and the tension was finally relieved.

“I didn’t think you’d agree-- I didn’t think you’d even want to talk to me from the way Piper put it” Jason laughed.

Leo threaded his fingers through Jason’s hair, “I’d always talk to you.”

Jason lifted his head, his tight hold on Leo unwavering. Once their eyes locked, they didn’t think they could look away. This was different, so different, from normal eye contact. This was seeing pure love in the other’s eyes. Tunnel vision and the only thing they cared about was the fact that they held one another. Jason pressed his forehead to Leo’s and they were close enough to hear the other one breathe- scratch that, feel the other one breathe.

“Kiss me” Leo whispered, “Please”

Without hesitating, Jason complied. It felt foreign to Leo, although he kissed Calypso before, this was very different-- it was better. Jason’s lips were soft, and Leo had wished he had worn chapstick more often. They broke away to catch their breaths, and to see if the other was still on board.

When they resumed, it was almost frantic. How could they have missed out on this together? They were trying to make up for lost time. Their lips started to become slick from kissing before taking another break.

“I feel like I should ask this,” Jason said, “What are we? I want to date but I also just want to be on board with your answer too”

“I would love to date you, Jason Grace.” Leo said, smiling, before bringing him into a less frantic kiss, filled with as much love and affection as all of the prior ones.

“I” Leo kissed him again, “am so very” another kiss, “glad that I admitted all of that” yet another kiss, “to you.”

“I’m glad you came back to me”

[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride..MDNI

CHAPTER 6

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP1 CHP7 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 6: No questions please

They arrived at this restaurant, it seemed to have an old Victorian house look. The dimly lit lighting, often known as romantic lighting only made it difficult to read the menu. The chair seemed to be made of dark oak, complimenting the dark red walls. The plants looked a little withered, but it added to the cozy feeling of being cuddled up in your room during heavy rain. Was it the dark colours that made it seem like this or was it because she finally had someone wait and care for her.. Even for something simple like dinner?

The corner booth they sat at cut them off from the noise of other families and couples chatter. Instead of sitting across from her, he chose to sit beside her. 

‘Is this guy man spreading on purpose or is it just the way he sits? Weirdo..’

Y/N glanced at his posture and body a couple of times before Aiku noticed. 

“Hm? Like what you see?” His smug smile looked as if he wasn’t surprised that she was looking at him ‘carefully’. 

He opened the menus, Y/N looked at the array of dishes that each had their own flair. Some colourful, some looked disastrous to be eaten. Aiku recommended the Courtyard Crab Burger, while he ordered the Pesto Pasta, something a little healthy.

“My nutritionist would cough blood if I eat what I really want. Plus the food portions here are really small so might as well go for something healthy you know?”

“You are the U-20 captain right?” 

Aiku seemed to be slightly caught off guard by the question, not because he thought she didn’t know, but because he thought she already knew. 

“Yeah, thought you already knew that, but the way you askin me seems like you found out recently.. Awww did you google me?” 

There is that damn smug smirk again. His ego seemed off the roof but he still had that aura of dignity around him, maybe that's what made her feel familiar to him?

“Well, I felt like I heard your name somewhere so I ended up googling it.. I’m not that interested in football.. Just.. A little bit.” 

“Hey hey hey, there was a clear pause, what's the real story?” 

‘Damn am I that obvious?’

Y/N wasn’t sure if she should be sharing her past relations to this guy, what's the worst that can happen?

“My ex is a football player- And before you ask me who, it’s a secret.”

“Well, don’t worry, I don’t pry on stuff you don’t want to share. Oh our food is here!”

The dinner carried on, asking each other questions about daily life and hobbies. The restaurant’s capacity kept getting full, and more people arrived. Noise building up, making her get distracted and sometimes tune Aiku out. 

‘Why am I so out of it today?’ 

“Yeah and apparently Japan’s greatest footballer is joining my team for some match that's coming up.. His cockiness is out of this world, but hey, his talent makes up for it. He even bought a wild animal along with him..” 

“Haha! Greatest footballer and wild animal? Don’t be so sour, it can’t be that bad..!” 

Their conversations seemed to start to get more natural and Y/N started getting more comfortable with him.

“Well it’s Itoshi Sae. I have to train and put up with his arrogant ass and get this——————”

Y/N froze at the mention of that name. Her brain started to stop processing whatever Aiku was saying.

‘Sae? What.. Why is that name being brought up here?-’

“Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped of her stupor, her eyes meeting those mismatched ones again.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry! I got distracted..”

“Damn I thought you went crazy or something.. So let me guess? Sae Itoshi your ex?”

‘HOW THE FLIP DID THIS GUY-?!’

“Okay wait let me explain, you looking at with aghast eyes and a weird expression as if I’m a stalker is making me uncomfortable..”

She waited for him to start talking, expecting some kind of big secret or something.

“It’s a simple inference.. I was only joking and testing the waters when I asked if he’s your boyfriend.. Really didn’t expect it to be true..”

Y/N almost slammed her head on the table, how did she fall for such a dumbass tactic.. Was reading her that easy?

She let out a sigh, accepting the truth that the cat was out the bag.

“Yeah.. We were dating up until.. 5? 6? Months ago.. I would rather not talk about it though, so don’t think you are being let in on a secret.” 

“Yes of course Miss Y/N!” 

The two of them shared some worries they had, finishing up their meal, leaving the restaurant. Now, they are right outside the tall building which housed the restaurant. 

“So wanna head to a hotel?” 

“Lead the way captain.”

I’m putting up CHP 7 on the same day as this, probably right after I upload this so yeah have fun!! ©kettleinuse4now | please do not translate, repost, refer without permission | don’t steal and say it’s your own (ahole behavior)

@pinkymangacaps @realrintaro @syleepy @shidoushair

[nagisas1simp]

Section 1 -

How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Misaki: “It makes me feel kinda weird though atleast I can train to help my fellow magical girls,boys, and people.”

How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Misaki: “At least in a mid section due to how “secretive” I can be”

Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Misaki: “If I had to choose I would choose either Layla’s (@/laylakongg) or hittako’s (@/hittisbuzzing) due to how their powers and personalities kinda relate to me the most”

Why did you become a MagiKey user?

Misaki: “Well…I don’t remember clearly but I was about to get run overhead by a car but a gem appeared and it turned into a key then a white explosion happened and now I am here in this magical world..”

How long have you been in MagiKey

Misaki: “I don’t count the years tbh but I think about 2 years, that’s why most people don’t know most of everything about me.”

Section 2 -

What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

Just to survive and be in the background. Misaki hates doing something that she never wanted but it is what made her survive…

How are they usually in a battle?

Misaki is the type to fight due to how she trains but knows when to stay back when they sense danger. They have a high alert system and tells the people who are beginning out to get out the way when danger lerks by. Misaki normally uses her powers

Misaki’s first ability, “blindly shine” can temporarily blind a specific target with a blast of light and the target can be anyone she chooses but she chooses to only use this ability when she is critically wounded.

Her second ability, “thorny heart” can control people with a mask : 🎭. But if she puts it on too much people, it is harder to control them and it is normally in a small amount of time but she normally does this when she is the only one left standing…

Her third ability, “sealed” can trap anyone in the vicinity of Misaki. Though it would be inclose range and if the opponent is strong willed then they can be able to break out and can easily hurt misaki.

Her fourth and final ability, “my dear dandelions” is her most powerful ability right now and this ability can tie anyone up no matter what but of course every power needs a weakness so this weakness is that if the person she ties up is strong willed the then can break out of it no matter if they are weak physically or strong physically.

How are their daily lives?

She normally just reads in a corner with some of the people she likes and walks around the school with tsukiko (@/yumaandyukitaka), Misaki sees tsukiko as a younger sibling to protect but won’t tell them just to make sure no one knows a single weakness in her.

What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

She secretly care about them (but pretends to not care as much) and does see them all as new found family due to her “real” family not really care for her mental and physical health.

Section 3 -

What are your OC's struggles as a MagiKey user?

It’s mainly herself. Due to how when she is in her magical form. Their are voices in the back of her head telling her that everyone she cares about will eventually know about her lying and hate her for it and she can sometimes she visions of what with happen in the next few minutes.

One time when tsukiko first followed her, Misaki thought they were trying to make her open up which lead to a misunderstanding and Misaki yelled at tsukiko but then saw their terrified face and misaki apologized and said she just wasn’t ready… Misaki felt bad and wanted to apologize profusely due to that terrifyed look… it looked just like how she did when she was younger… a terrified child. Misaki gave tsukiko a gift just to make them happy and let them just follow her around..

She also doesn’t trust shin (@/liyuviq) as much due to their ability of showing the truth. Misaki often blames themselves for all the mistakes she has done and knows she is a bad person and doesn’t deserve what she has now. She doesn’t deserve to had another chance at living…

What is their favorite color?

A reddish pink but also likes yellow and purple.

Section 4 (extra things I wanted to add)-

Theme song

top of my school - by Katherine Lynn-Rose

What she think of other MagiKey users:

Qix Trix/Quartz (@/quartztwst)

Misaki: “They're quiet but at least they are more peaceful then the other chaotic people.”

Fragaria (@/quartztwst)

Misaki: “she’s…energetic? I don’t know how to explain it.. but atleast she good with talking to.”

Layla (@/laylakongg)

Misaki: “she is my favorite. She is quiet and our powers work very well together though she does tend to work alone like me but not all the time”

AJ (@/karamatsuboy-aj)

Misaki: “he’s very weird sometimes.. but his singing is good, I could listen to it. If he wasn’t so… energetic..”

Shuu (@/oya-oya-okay)

Misaki: “she is quite… interesting?”

Yuu Ni (@/thatsadguymochi)

Misaki: “she is pretty new so it’s best to not really get too close to her but I trust she won’t betray us.”

Hittako (@/hittisbuzzing)

Misaki: “She very interesting but she’s alright.”

Tsukiko (@/yumaandyukitaka)

Misaki: “she’s like a lost child. But she is nice company to be around with.”

Luna (@/waitlexist)

Misaki: “we don’t talk…but I think she is alright”

Undine (@/juchioris)

Misaki: “I don’t pay much attention to her but she is cool, i guess”

Kogane (@/kogane-twst)

Misaki: “one day she might get stuck in a tree just because a cat looks cute… but atleast the cats go to me once they jump down.”

Yuubeni (@/bunniehunn)

Misaki: “she’s weak, yes but atleast her magic ability are an high endurance of her soon getting more powerful and stronger…mentally.”

Yuka (@/chaotic-snow)

Misaki: “she is quite stubborn and has an innocent that will fade if she doesn’t learn about real life but I get why and I won’t ruin her childhood by telling her all the real things that happens in the real world.”

Yuu Fontaine (@/allykakamatsu)

Misaki: “they are alright. A knight in shining armor, that’s what I nickname them.”

Yuya (@/cheerleaderman)

Misaki: “I would like if they could tell me what space looks like due to how i haven’t really cared to look at the facts of it.”

Liánhuā (@/lafashionlsta)

Misaki: “I help her around the school when I am not in my form”

Alistair "Ali" (@/sunnysidesevenup)

Misaki: “they are quite chaotic but I don’t quite like that they have mind-reading due to my thoughts being… anyways.”

Yuuel "El" (@/stxrgazingattheclouds)

Misaki: “her personality is like a galaxy. Messy yet beautiful.”

Elay (@/dgiterart)

Misaki: “she’s pretty and is highly skilled”

Shin (@/liyuviq)

Misaki: “I don’t like them. It’s not like I want to kill them because I hate them. It’s jus that… they can reveal the truth about someone so I rather stay way from them…”

Rika (@/rinxleona)

Misaki: “she is a maid but she does it in an interesting way.”

Yuue (@/blueberriesblueberrie)

Misaki: “she looks like a ballerina tbh but atleast she is a good opponent.”

Yurena (@/ranas-twisted-wonderland)

Misaki: “I don’t know much information about them but they are a bug…”

Evelyn (@/h0neybane)

Misaki: “she looks like the moon so I always call her moonlight like my creat-.. wait what was I going to say?”

Airinniz (@/hanizmiyu)

Misaki: “she is beautiful and I would love to know more about her which I’ve already have.”

Akshara (@/twistedtalestory)

Misaki: “she is certainly diverse but we don’t talk much and her powers are certainly destructive as well..”

Yae (@/fi1nn)

Misaki: “she is in the support class but we sometimes hangout and get along well.”

Yuina (@/doe5dollars)

Misaki: “I relate to her and she is an amazing person in general.”

Vinny (@/cephalotyrant)

Misaki: “he is my son now. Anyway, I play card games with him(btw I let him win just to make him happy).”

Iris (@/lficanthaveloveiwantpower)

Misaki: “she’s cool and kinda nerdy. We get along well, we also read together”

Yumi (@/marinahavik)

Misaki: “energetic. She always wants to talk to me but I didn’t want another Tsukiko event to happen so I let her talk to me.”

Kirara (@/shinysparklesapphires)

Misaki: “she is basically the opposite of riddle. Which, i am not complaining tbh.” (Btw misaki doesn’t not like Kirara like that and sees Kirara as a sister)

Satori (@/soupidee-doo)

Misaki: “quite easy to manipulate them tbh but atleast they have strength to save themselves.”

Belladonna and Schneider (@/ieatfriedeggs)

Misaki: “I think belladonna is quiet? I guess but Schneider is easy to talk to…”

Yuurei (@/universaln0b0dy)

Misaki: “I think she is almost insane.”

Nova (@/nivvetsworld)

Misaki: “she is a definitely a god like a deadly one…”

Chiz (@/chizramue)

Misaki: “she is basically like Red and White Flowers Together(bad omen, representing blood loss and death) which I like due to how I am like Black Dahlias(symbols of betrayal).”

Bya-Chan (@/starlee246)

Misaki: “the way he use blot is quite.. interesting.. but it is still fairly dangerous to use blot.”

Mia (@/happilybeingthenerd)

Misaki: “she’s kinda stupid for leaving the team a lot but I don’t blame her. I do it too. Also is she Zeus?”

Alenna (@/the-dumber-scaramouche)

Misaki: “I prey with her every now and then.”

Hisui (@/ghostiidasponk)

Misaki: “I haven’t got the chance to hangout with her yet but I got some time to hangout with her now and I’m going to cook some delectables for her.”

Kimiko (@/slumberingrose-fandom)

Misaki: “I do wonder if she has read a bit too much Snow White and Adam and Eve stories…”

Yuki (@/galacticstationsblog)

Misaki: “i like to draw frequently with her and we normally like doing drawing challenges”

Euphelia (@/artarmy24)

Misaki: “we don’t talk as much but sometimes we hangout under a tree.”

Vee (@/heyhellohihowareyou)

Misaki: “he’s very energetic… like the others”

Nepeta (@/nepeta-and-co)

Misaki: “weird. But at least they are unique then the others…”

Vizzie (@/twistedwonderlandshenanigans)

Misaki: “they are dangerous. I stay away from them fo that reason. Best to now get on their bad side.”

Ko Mallory (@/croshelee)

(When Ko Mallory was alive)Misaki: “she is adorable. She is also my new child now!”

(When Ko Mallory died)Misaki: “… I…I don’t want to talk about it…it’s just.. let me leave for a moment…”

Lamiyre (@/schweindivine)

Misaki: “I think she is cool just because it is quite funny to get teleported to some random place”

Lillian (@/iluvmusicxoxo)

Misaki: “she is a type of jester to kill you if you don’t hangout with her…”

"Messenger" (@/dollie-ballerina)

Misaki: “I have nothing to say tbh.. she normally keeps to herself…”

(Btw this took too long to do😭😭😭😭)

Overview(all together):

Misaki: “some of them are quite overpowered and could easily kill anyone while I have my powers with flaws🥲”

Redesign:

Redesign with scythe(misaki’s weapon):

Questions for the MagiKey Users!

(Quartz and Yuu are examples!!)

(Please copy and paste the questions!!)

Section 1 - Your OC Answers!

1. How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "God, it feels awful honestly but I ain't got much to do at home."

Yuu: "I really like helping people with our powers! I also get to meet so much people!"

2. How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Quartz: "I'm not that popular honestly and I'm glad."

Yuu: "A lot of people seem to know me but I'm not really a fan favorite when it comes to top 10."

3. Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Quartz: "Uhh.. What's her name? Metamorphosis (@/lficanthaveloveiwantpower). Yeah. I think her power is neat and cool. It's probably more unique than what I have right now. I wanna make cool psychological illusions too."

Yuu: "I like Divinity's (@/nivvetsworld)! Their abilities look so powerful! Aahh! It's so cool! The weapon and everything!"

4. Why did you become a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "Yall act like I had a choice. That fucking bird that i hate."

Yuu: "Quartz was one and I was suddenly given a key years later haha! I just wanted to spice up my life a little!"

5. How long have you been in MagiKey

Quartz: "Three years. I'm pretty old but it's cool I guess."

Yuu: "Only a year! I'm still learning from Quartz and others. I wish to develop more of my abilities so I can help others!"

Section 2 - You explain!

6. What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

Quartz genuinely has no idea. She doesn’t have the energy to go through Crowley's bullshit but she also doesn't know if she's able to stop now. She's three years in already.

Yuu just thinks it's fun and exciting. In the foundation that they were raised in, not a lot of things were fun as this. They also really like to help people and seeing people being happy. They genuinely wish to see people live.

7. How are they usually in a battle?

Quartz doesn't really like attacking and likes to support other MagiKey users but if she has to fight by herself, she will. She's actually really quick on her feet and disappears too easily like a rabbit. Her goal is to catch you off guard so she can strike you down but she doesn't usually have well calculated strategies.

With her first ability, she uses the scarves as a tool to restrain her opponent right after she makes them confused by pulling them out of their mouth. She can use the scarves to potentially choke and tie things to the opponent.

Her second ability let's her to summon anything out of her hat. She can even summon people. YES. PEOPLE. If someone is in trouble in a different area, she can summon them out of her hat. They might get dizzy after. She also can summon explosions made out of confetti and basically anything except actual weapons like guns, bombs.

In her final ability, she can blind people with her other eye. She can only use this in the beginning of a fight so she can land the better attacks.

Yuu doesn't really do most of the fighting but they can swing the heavy basket at an opponent to do heavy damage. They're mostly there for support as well with their energy boosting strawberries. They actually have really bad stamina but with the everlasting supply of strawberries, their stamina is boosted a lot. They are the one who tries to pull the MagiKey users together to fight.

Their first ability is them swinging that heavy ass basket at an opponent. In their early fights, they used to be super stiff but now their moves are fluent with them easily throwing the basket at an opponent and being able bounce it back to their hands. No one is able to pick up the basket but Yuu because it feels super heavy to others.

The energy boosting strawberries are their second ability. These strawberries can boost mood and performance in battles. They never run out of strawberries and they can make it rain strawberries with a swing of their basket.

Their last ability is a giant scary Grim popping out of their basket. They don't actually have to place the basket on the ground. They can carry it and let Grim attack opponents or scare them. Grim is SUPER hungry so anything he sees that is not an ally is TUNA.

8. How are their daily lives?

Quartz and Yuu don't really do much but go to school in their foundation. After that, they head to MagiKey's secret training school.

9. What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

Quartz thinks they're cool. Nothing much to say but she's always curious on why other people would even agree to being a Magical User considering how young and risky the job is. But she's a hypocrite since she is one of them.

Yuu finds them amazing and super cool. They love to see other user's fights and cheer them on.

Section 3 - Deeper Level (might get emo)

10. What are your OC's struggles as a MagiKey user?

Quartz always thinks of herself as one for not thinking a lot but the thing is that she does. She absolutely tries to stop these thoughts from roaming into deeper territories but how could she not?

In her three years of experience, she has encountered dead magical users and ones that died after corruption but she never tried to pay attention to it. She refused to because that is what is sacrificed when you do these duties: your life.

She always wondered why mostly children are chosen to defeat these so-called enemies in secret and how messed up it sounds but it's just a thought. It's just a thought.

When Yuu encountered their first intense battle which was with a corrupted magical user, their whole perspective changed. After defeating the corrupted user, the corpse of a young magical girl was left behind and it scarred Yuu completely.

It felt like a joke. It felt disgusting.

It felt like a dumb joke because what are you saying these monsters are just kids with problems? Couldn't we have found another way? If they knew that this would happen, wouldn't they recruit different people for this job? And what about their family? What will their family think seeing their child dead because of "unknown" reasons?

Yuu has tried to continue on after that but no matter what, the memory of the cold, limp body of that magical girl from that day keeps eating them alive.

11. What is their favorite color?

Quartz has no favorite color

Yuu likes yellow

[dragon-susceptible]

Different Path Taken Ch19 P1: Runaan and Skor's Discussion

I'm not as happy with this section as I have been with some of the other tough ones, and I haven't quite isolated what the problem is. It might end up going through some bigger edits? I don't know, I kinda wanna just be done with it, since while it feels clumsy, it did go over what I wanted it to do.

Skor wasn’t far away when Runaan found him.  He didn’t even need to track prints through the snow, as the other swordsman was sitting on an outcropping of rock within sight of the cave entrance, eyes fixed on the human village below.  Runaan made sure to crunch a bit of snow on his approach, and saw Skor glance at him, so he wasn’t startled when Runaan sat down on the rock beside him. 

“How stable are you?” Runaan asked softly, without looking directly at him, just looking out of the corner of his eye.

Skor sighed through his nose. “He’s coming with us, isn’t he.”

“I asked first.”

“That’s a yes.” Skor rubbed his forehead tiredly, and when Runaan looked a little closer, he winced internally at the exhausted lines around his eyes and the tight pupils.  He wasn’t panicked anymore, but this was taking a toll on him. 

Runaan sighed, not bothering to contradict him, and cast his own eyes down to the village.  He spared a moment to hope Rayla - and those he had sent with her - were doing well, and the humans had found some help for the egg. “It seems the most viable option going forward.”

“We can’t trust him.” Skor growled. “You know better than anyone, Runaan.  Humans can’t be trusted and that one works for her.”

Runaan tilted his head at him. “And what makes the princes so different?”

Skor pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. “Nothin’.  Small children don’t have higher morals, they have needs and people who fill them, and human children grow up slower than ours in that way.  Right now, that’s us, so of course Ezran wants to help.  It might even work for a few years.  But once he goes home, is surrounded by adults that hate us the way they do for enough years?  I doubt it will last.  Callum is old enough t’ have his own values, but he won’t be the one on the throne that could actually harm us.”

Runaan frowned a bit and looked back down to the village, where he had sent them, entrusting the future of the world to the boys Skor now spoke of with such skepticism. “I don’t think either of them are young enough to be in that state of mind,” He said carefully. “While it’s true that human children mature . . . slower, Ezran should be around the same mindset as Rayla was when I took her in.  She was more than capable of this kind of planning and reason - as you well know.”

Skor shook his head. “Does it matter?  We’ll do this, and it’ll be a reprieve for a few years, if it works.  It’ll save our home from Zubeia, at least.  I don’t doubt their intentions now.  I just . . . don’t trust them to keep them.  Especially back in Katolis once it’s over, with her counsel.”

“Perhaps,” Runaan conceded, reluctantly, after a moment. “But while she is vicious to us, she is a general in a war.  We have never been given a reason to believe she would turn on her own people, and these are her own nephews.  I do not believe she would give Corvus orders that would lead to their harm.”

“Like your friends would never have abandoned their posts or their daughter?” Skor asked, and the words struck Runaan so close to the heart that he couldn’t even process the tone that they came with.  He flinched involuntarily.

He didn’t grit his teeth, but it was a near thing, and he groaned softly into his hands as he rubbed the stress lines from his own face. “That was different.”

“Yes, it was,” Skor growled. “We knew them better than we know her.  What makes ye think we can trust her more than we trusted them?”

Runaan growled right back at him. “I am not saying we should trust him, and certainly not her.  Even if she would turn on her nephews, the tracker may not be willing to harm them.  He knows he can’t fight us.  We keep him with us, keep him close, to keep an eye on him.  If he stays true to his word, he may be an asset.”

“And when he doesn’t?”

“We put him to sleep, and drop him as far off our trail as we can, and leave.” Runaan said, meeting his burning golden eyes again. “If he continues to chase after that, you and Ram may deal with him as viciously as you choose.”

Skor held his gaze for a long minute, searching, before finally giving a huff and looking back down at the village, his shoulders dropping in concession.

Runaan kept looking at his profile, and sighed again, softly.  He placed a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder, and Skor leaned away from it for a moment before settling, pushing back against the weight of it instead. “I know how difficult this is.” He said. “Believe me, I understand what I am asking of you.”

Skor shook his head. “It’s what’s best for the mission.” He replied, voice brittle. “What it does to us is secondary.” He looked over at Runaan through his hair and acknowledged, softer, “I lost my voice, but you lost four lives to her.  That’s far worse.”

Closing his eyes at the memory of the elves he had been forced to abandon inside the caves, Runaan took a deep, even breath, and shook his head. “I will not quantify suffering.” He said after a moment. “You lost a life, too, in a way.  The life you should have had.”

The thought hung in the air between them for a moment, both well aware that if things had turned out differently - if Skor had not lost his voice, and his pride had not been killed under Runaan’s command - he would likely have retired several years ago.  He would not be in Katolis at all.

“I’ve made my peace with that.” Skor said softly. “Have you?”

Runaan blinked at him. “Have I made my peace with what?”

Skor glanced at him through his hair. “Losin’ the life you should have had.”

“What are you . . .” the question died in Runaan’s throat as Skor tilted his head towards the village below, the implication from before pressing in like blades around his ears.  He laid them back a little defensively.

“You set all your plans aside for two elves who’ve gone on t’ betray you.” Skor pointed out softly. 

Runaan rubbed the marks across his nose, closing his eyes against the darkness pressing in from his sides. “You know as well as I do the Dragonguard had no choice in leaving,” He said slowly. “What was I supposed to do?  I had been a part of Rayla’s life since she was born.  Was I to leave her with someone else?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Skor said, tilting his head to look at Runaan around the hair that fell over his face. “That was seven years ago, an’ she’s only fifteen.  They didn’t have a choice about leavin’?  They left t’ protect her?  They threw her life away along with the rest of us when they ran.  Saved their own skins instead.”

“Skor-”

“We’ve all a right t’ be angry with them for that,” Skor pressed. “But even before that, Rayla’s only fifteen.  She’ll remember more of her life with you than with them.  She’s practically grown, and they did what, sent letters?  That’s not parenting, and you know it.  They dropped that on you, an’ never let ye take the title ye deserve for the responsibility ye took, too selfish to let her have a family they weren’t a part of.”

Runaan flinched, hand dropping from Skor’s shoulder and covering his own face as he grimaced. “That doesn’t - Skor, I can’t deal with this right now,” He said desperately. “She is their daughter, she is the one who suffers the most from what they’ve done.  Her feelings on the matter come first.”

“That’s my point.” Skor shifted his weight onto his opposite hip to turn a little more towards Runaan, arching his brows pointedly. “You’re the only adult in her life that always puts her first, except Ethari, and honestly, my friend, I’m not as sure as you are that he’d choose her over you.”

He would.  Runaan was more than confident of that.  He grimaced at the very thought of making him choose, though, and shook his head.

“I’m not sayin’ ye should talk to Rayla about it.” Skor said. “It’s not her job tae take care of you.  But I knew them, too.  Ye do have other friends, not all of us willin’ to fuck you over for seven years and end it with a stab in the back.”

Runaan flinched again and snapped. “Alright, yes, I am angry!  I am confused, and frustrated.  I do not understand what changed, I trusted - I loved them as my brother and sister, and I can’t - I don’t understand why they would betray us like this.  But I cannot deal with this right now.  I must do what I can to minimize the damage from what they’ve done, to Rayla and to our people’s reputation in the eyes of the dragons.”

“You’ve been cleanin’ up after those two your whole life.” Skor observed softly.

Runaan grimaced. “That will no longer be an issue after this, will it?” He said bitterly, and then narrowed his eyes at Skor. “And you are deflecting.”

Skor wrinkled his nose at him and lifted his lip to show one chipped fang in halfhearted spite. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Runaan showed his own fangs right back, heart aching at the memory of when that fang had been chipped, but appeased when Skor’s mouth closed again under his show of dominance. “I will not force you,” He said anyway, a little wry after Skor had done exactly that to him. “But know that I am here if you need it.  I know, better than anyone, why this is difficult for you, and I share your concerns.”

“It’s what’s best for the mission.” Skor repeated reluctantly, and groaned softly as he leaned back on his hands, raising his face to the sun’s heat and closing his eyes against its light. “Runaan, if he says anythin’ else about that woman’s honor -”

“I will not restrict his right to speak,” Runaan said, but shrugged when Skor scowled. “But I will not restrict yours, either.  If he offends you, respond as you wish, just - verbally.  We don’t resort to violence until he does.”

Skor’s eyes remained shut but he nodded slowly. “Fine.”

He would not have returned to the field, and Runaan would not have allowed him to stay there, if he weren’t capable of stabilizing even under circumstances that brought up plagues from his past.  Runaan accepted this answer and looked back down to the village below.  He took note of a small group of people - four - one smaller than the other three - leaving the well-trodden path towards where he and Skor sat up on the slope. “The children are returning.”

“Then we should do the same.” Skor said, sounding far calmer than he had when Runaan first approached him, at least, and nodded with eyes open when Runaan looked at him again.  They both stood up and dusted the bits of snow off of themselves, and took a few breaths to clear their minds after the discussion they’d had.  Skor returned to the cave, ducking inside with only a glance at Runaan.  Runaan remained by the entrance, waiting for the children to return.

For all they weren’t all his children, he couldn’t help his growing concern for the human boys, and he had known Ram since he was quite young as well.  They were all his responsibility.

He shoved Skor’s words from earlier out of his mind.  Rayla’s needs came first.  He knew what he had to do about his friends’ betrayal, and processing his reaction to it could come later, when he had less on his plate and could justify devoting precious energy to doing so.

[81pastrys]

Grid Flirt

Part 11 / 13

Summary— Races go by without any praise for the championship contention until Lando decides to talk with her again.

Warnings— more yelling ; angst? ; mentions of panic attacks ; rumors of sleeping around

A/N— Damn she’s really riling up Lando 😭

Series List

After our big fight we didn’t talk for weeks. In those weeks I got top 3 twice in the races held. My team gave me the silent treatment, Max talking to me on the side without them knowing. My dad was the only person I had.

After getting a 1-2 in Mexico, the interviews were dry my team still ignoring me. My dad walked up and gave me all his energy.

“Amazing job today mi flor!” He said. “It’s looking like you’re going to win.” He whispered.

“Thank you papi, I wouldn’t deserve it.” I scoff. “There’s still 4 races..”

“The way you’re winning, you have a chance.” He smiled at me.

After a long and stressful day at the paddock everyone heads back to the hotel. Although Lando hasn’t been talking to me, he’s been civil in the paddock and still shares a connecting door at hotels.

I took a shower, as I always do to clear my mind, but when I went back to my room-Lando was there. He was sitting on my bed, playing on his phone. He looked up at the sound of the door.

“Come to yell at me again?” I remark.

“No, no love.” He said. “I came to congratulate you.”

“Well I don’t deserve it.” I say, shrugging. “There’s no point.”

“You’re in the championship contention, you deserve to be congratulated.” He said. “If we’re going to be teammates, we need to get along.”

“I understand that Lando. The way I’ve been treated by this team makes me want to quit. I don’t care if I win anything anymore.” I say. “I’ll be a good teammate once the team I drive for actually acknowledges me.”

“McLaren will do that, it takes time.” He said. “You haven’t been yourself recently.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” I say sarcastic.

“Okay I don’t need the attitude.”

“Oh sorry, let me put on a fucking smile for you then.” I yell. “There’s no fucking point!”

“Let’s take a minute-“

“No! You don’t get to come in here at anytime and expect me to drop everything and be my happy cheery self when I’m racing for a team that gives no shits for me winning!” I scream at him, tears burning my face mid yell. He stays silent, so I keep going. “Yes I’m not myself, yes I’m winning races, yes I understand I’ve lost my spark! I’m losing everything here, can’t you tell? I have an anxiety attack every cooldown room, I stay in my car fearing the backlash I’ll get in the garage, this sport is a fucking joke!”

“Are you done?” He asked, still calmer than ever.

“No!” I sob exhausted from yelling. “My dad is the only person who cares for my results, he’s also the only person who doesn’t understand I’m slowly killing my self inside. You can only do so much before you feel like giving up and god damnit I’m fucking there Lando. I’m fucking there!” I scream. “I can’t distract myself either, what am I to do? Be a whore and sleep with the grid? Cry myself to sleep?!”

“Sleep with the grid?” He asked confused. “Where did that come from?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t heard.” I say.

“Heard what Diaz?” He crossed his arms.

“Horner claims he doesn’t want me on his team because I slept with the entire grid.” I explain.

“That’s not true.” He said. “You haven’t slept with me.”

“Exactly my point.” I say. “I didn’t, but the entire team hates me and what’s one more thing for them to nitpick at?”

“Rumors will be rumors, have you ever taken time to yourself?”

“How?” I ask. “If you mean to think, I don’t have to try hard. I can just go near my team and silence is a requirement.”

“You need to sit down, take a minute for yourself, and calm yourself down.” He said. “You’re yelling at me out of frustration and depression.”

“That doesn’t help, this is the way I am now.” I say shaking my head. “All I can think about is how I am driving that shit box around a track.”

“You’re supposed to like your job.” He said. “You need to assess what’s going on in a healthy way. Yelling at your future teammate is not a coping method.”

“I know that. You think I want to yell at you?” I ask, distraught. “I hate myself for yelling at you.”

“Don’t hate yourself over it, think about why you’re doing it and target that not me.” He said. “I don’t think you want to yell at me, but it’s the easier thing to do when you’re mad.”

“If these next few races go horribly I won’t make it to McLaren Lando.” I say a lot calmer than before. He realizes I know something.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If I crash out, it won’t be by tapping the wall.” I say. “It will be a fatal life sentence of a crash.”

“I don’t think-“

“I’m not saying I am. I’m saying if I do it won’t be pretty and it will end the race entirely.”

What did she say?!

[yuseirra]

Scary face~

I'd been thinking, but that really freaky face Kamiki made near the end of the story? That could also be referencing the myths. The god who he stands for was known for having a very intimidating face (had no effect on his wife Ame-no-Uzume but it did scare off all the 80,000 other gods besides her though!!)

Some analysis under the read more!

There's no mention of Sarutahiko being ugly in the myths. (I mean, him and Ame-no-Uzume fell in love at first sight and got together on the spot... Of course, it doesn’t seem like that goddess was particularly tied down by anything. She probably would've liked him regardless of how pretty he looked)

But there is talk about him looking scary. He didn’t look normal—more like a monster—so the 80,000 gods, except for Ame-no-Uzume, couldn’t even approach him just because he was standing there.

So doesn’t that mean that eerie, bizarre expression Kamiki made at the end was a reflection of that?;;; and that talk about him being a monster as said by Akane?

It was terrifying… like something straight out of a horror movie. That expression was way too unsettling.

I wondered why they drew it that way, but—

In the original myth, Sarutahiko didn’t actually have any ill intent. It was just that his face looked like that, so he got misunderstood.

I don’t know;; I mean, in Kamiki’s case too (that character is Sarutahiko Okami;;;), we don’t actually know whether he had any real malice or not. Personally, I think there’s a pretty high chance he didn’t.

But because of his expression and the way he looked, Aqua got all triumphant like, “You’re the problem here!” And then everyone else was like, “Oh, this guy’s seriously evil, huh?”

There’s no actual basis for it!!! There’s no proof at all. Except for this one really messed-up thought about Ruby he has, but for even that, we don't even know if he actually attempted to kill Ruby or have plotted/devised something against her because, didn't her stage end safely!! Didn't this man tell Aqua to go watch her!! Follow her journey and see her perform at the dome!! That means he wouldn't have let her die at least before she performed there!!!

And I keep saying this, but Sarutahiko’s real ability is guiding things towards a positive direction/future.

If that’s the case, then sure, in this story, all these strange incidents happening might technically be Kamiki’s fault. Because he's lost. Looking for Ai(Love). But whether he actually intended it or not—he said he didn’t.

Of course, his goal must have been to elevate/amplify Ai’s presence. And at this point, he’s indeed fallen into darkness.

But honestly, rather than being outright evil, I think his nature just got distorted. So… does that still count as evil?;

I mean, he did do a lot to try and bring Ai back in a sense.

But I don’t really feel malice from him. It’s more like… he was just so desperate to see Ai again that he lost his mind. That method—that was all he had, so he went off the rails. If there had been any other way, wouldn’t he have taken it? Was he ever really in his right mind to begin with? Besides, he really didn't do anything much in a physical sense, did he? So just how much of it was his intent and what exactly did this guy do anyway?? What I'm guessing is that what he's said is partly true, he didn't do anything in a physical sense, and he never wanted people to get hurt in the process but he still went for it because he thought it was the only way- the songs are what covers this aspect of him. He kept trying to offer things to bring Ai back or get closer to her I guess, he is not sane at this point of the story...

They would have had to stop him, of course.

But if you think about it… Ai and this guy really loved each other. They must’ve been happy together.

I just can’t imagine him doing anything bad to Ai. There’s not a single action in the story that proves he’s the kind of person who would orchestrate something against her.

And why is that?

The story is based on a mythological couple known for their deep bond. And now we’re supposed to believe the husband plotted against his wife? Why would the story be written like that? For what reason? This is so ridiculous.

Everything about what he’s done and how the situation is unfolding—it all lines up with that Sarutahiko god. That’s the only way to explain the bizarre events in this manga, or why Ai asked him to be helped.

If that’s the case… ugh… this is just horrifically tragic.

I really think Tsukuyomi is the real mastermind… What exactly can she do if she supposedly governs fate? Looks to me like all she did was try to get rid of Kamiki. What was she doing while Ai was alive? Just watching her die? Isn’t that what drove Kamiki insane? Was there really no hope from the start? It feels like she just let things play out because Amaterasu had to shine.

Like—“Retrieve the two troublesome gods and replace them with Amaterasu.”

Unless that was her mission all along, I have no clue what Tsukuyomi actually did in this story. She even let Aqua die… She totally used Aqua for her own ends. I can’t see her in a positive light at all… Or maybe she was acting on orders from some creator god or whatever. That could be a possibility

Did Kamiki and Ai violate some divine taboo or something? Their lives were way too cruel. Did they get punished just for reincarnating as humans of their own free will? Because their life was really cruel to them; Kamiki has all the right to curse his own fate, nothing works out for that guy.

A friend told me that maybe the author will explain some of this in another story that shares the same universe-

But personally, I think the full truth of one story should be revealed within that story itself.

One more thing, Sarutahiko is the guidance god- the god who directs everything into goodness, right?

I've been thinking, but I think that power may work in reverse when he's in bad shape (black star). That's probably why Ai got pregnant when both of them were totally unready (Ai says he was really crushed back then), how Ryosuke and Nino approached this guy and went after Ai, how Ryosuke went to stab Ai when Kamiki asked him to deliver a flower for him etc.

Remember how his eyes briefly turned white when he met Ruby? That's because Ai's love was transmitted to him through Ruby's eyes. So he was briefly restored of his original powers then-

Thus, that's how Ruby's wish got granted. because, he was able to grant wishes in the right way the way he should have been (along with Ai)

He went to visit his children last thing before he thought he'd rot away and all, didn't he? and what did he do when he actually met them? He asked Ruby of her wish and congratulated Aqua on his having come true, that's all he did.

He was there to grant his children's wishes as a parting gift of sorts, that's what's been going on. Because he's the guiding god who can direct people's futures and GRANT WISHES WITH HIS WIFE. He wasn't there for his children physically, but there's mention that he has an eye on Ruby(when he met Yura) and he tells Aqua they share the same eyes, right!! HE'S THE BLACK STAR GOD! AND HE WASN'T ORIGINALLY THAT WAY! HIS EYES USED TO BE WHITE! HE WAS UNSTABLE BECAUSE HE GOT ABUSED, AND HIS NATURE GOT PERMANENTLY TWISTED BECAUSE HE RECEIVED A FATAL FLAW UPON AI'S DEATH! That's what the song Fatal is talking about.

That whole say about him having paternal love is true!! What happened when the twins used/utilized their black star eyes, huh? They did have things work out their way. That's kamiki's power!!! HE HELPED HIS KIDS PURSUE WHAT THEY WANT WITH HIS POWER! I say this a lot, but that's what the whole star eyes are about! The white star eyes are from Ai and the powers of "sending out love", and the black one originates from their dad!! What kamiki tells Aqua in ch 160? that's him going, "I gave you my powers, wasn't it helpful? didn't it feel good?" and Aqua's rejecting him saying "Aw yeah, but you suck and Ruby's going to be different from you" but you know? in the final chapter, doesn't Ruby still USE the black star eyes??? Then it's not exactly always a bad thing??? It's just their parent's powers, that's it!

What Sarutahiko is capable of is directing people's futures, so Aqua abandoned it, leaving him powerless, that's why Kamiki got so shocked. What he said to Aqua about his futures is what Aqua really could have had!! It's words coming from the very god who has to do with futures, so Kamiki knew his son would have had all those things he mentioned, he even smiled at him.

Aqua just. hates his dad so much. I think this is Tsukuyomi's doing tbh

come on, this guy originally had a noble soul, that's something that's put out there as a statement. Ofc he went mad after having lost Ai but this entire story is such a trainwreck... Ai had to be brought back o<-<

Well, that's that,

The author should have explained this all, not I...

I keep talking about this because this keeps bugging me a lot; I hope it doesn't at some point but I feel so bad about how.. this character seemingly seems to be constantly so misunderstood and misjudged by everyone, that's not fair. Even if someone's done wrong, they should only be accused and punished for things they're responsible for. It's just..agonizing to look at;

[rekino2114]

Hello. Are you willing to make ‘afterlife’ fics? Like reader dies and meets character in the afterlife (i am talking about the danganronpa series, so a afterlife with all the dead people from the killing game)

If so i would like to make a bit of a complex request for a Arei x Reader in the afterlife.

Context: reader is a ultimate gamer that views games and especially Arei as their reason for living. And after Arei dies they become depressed and gets tired of finding “excuses” to keep going. So then they end up killing someone (let’s say Levi as the reader wanted to spite Ace) in a very complicated manner but they also don’t really mean to win the trial. So they still help the trial as they would normally do and if they win they would still live their life to the end and if they lose then… well you know.

If this request is too much don’t feel bad about not doing it i really don’t mind

(tldr, don’t worry about me and my mental health, im fine i just thought this concept for a fic was really interesting)

Thank you for reading

Meeting arei in the afterlife

Pairing:arei nageishi x gn reader

A/n:this was actually my inspiration for my prompt in the prompt list

Spoilers for all of drdt

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was white, a large open white space, you let your eyes adjust to your surroundings for a bit before getting up and starting to walk

"Uh, I thought hell was more.......red"

"This isn't hell......we think so at least"

You turned around to see two very familiar faces you hadn't seen in a long time

"Long time no see huh?"

"X-Xander? Min? What are you?"

"I guess you already figured that but this is the afterlife, or at least some kind of after life for us specifically"

"Oh"

"I woke up here and was alone for a while and then min came here too and we made up"

"....really?"

"Yeah, It was all my fault anyways"

"And if we have to stay here for eternity then it's just stupid to keep fighting over that"

"I guess"

"By the way........how's teruko?"

"......traumatized"

"O-oh"

"She did say she wanted to start trusting people again though"

"That's good, I just wish I could tell her I'm sorry"

"Yeah......I get that"

"Oh y/n you've finally arrived"

You felt a large hand pat your back and immediately knew who it was, so you started sweating profusely and walking away nervously

"H-hi Levi........"

"Hi-"

"I just wanna say I'm so sorry I wasn't in the right mental state, and I didn't choose you because I hate you or any-"

"Hey its all right"

".......R-really?"

"Yeah, don't sweat it it's all in the past"

"It happened like yesterday"

"Yes but like min said, it would just be stupid to be mad at you if we have to be here together for eternity...... plus I killed people too it would be hypocritical of me to hate you for it"

".....so you're not gonna beat me up?"

"You thought I would?"

"......s-sorry for assuming"

"It's......fine"

You kept talking with the three of them for a while before your mind wandered to one person

"Hey.......so where's arei?"

"I knew you'd ask that"

"Is there something wrong with that? I just........really wanna talk to her"

"I'm right here"

"H-huh?"

You turned again to see that arei was standing behind you with ace in the corner

"A-arei!"

You immediately went in for a hug that she reciprocated

"I-i'm so sorry, I just missed you so much, I'm so happy to see you again"

Arei just sighed and broke the hug. You started smiling looking at her, until you felt a slap on your face, you yelped in pain and held your cheek with your hand

"That was for practically killing yourself"

"I told you I was sorry"

"You seriously think sorry is gonna cut it? You killed someone knowing you would have most likely died too, does your life mean that little to you? Was it all just a game?"

".....it was because of you"

"Huh?"

"For me a life without you isn't worth living"

"......You're such a fucking idiot"

"W-what?"

"If you really loved me then you would have kept living for me, I could have cheered you from here while you kept going but you decided to take the easy way out to see me again"

"................"

"But that being said, I can't even begin to imagine how you felt after my death, I know how much I meant to you and I genuinely don't want to think about how much pain you were in"

"..............."

"So......I forgive you, I love you and I'm not petty enough to keep fighting with you forever"

".......thanks"

"You better thank me, another girl would have dumped you for that,but I don't wanna stay single for....however long forever is"

"Hehe, yeah me neither"

You finally saw her smile again, that cute and genuine smile you loved

"You're a fucking idiot but you're my fucking idiot and now we're stuck together forever"

"...I wouldn't want it any other way"

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Part 24: Owlery

A March 2025 Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband using Prompt 31

679 words (I am so tempted to delete a single word to make it 678, I cannot tell you)

All the March prompts that I write will be set in the same universe as, and form a prequel to, this fic.

Fair warning - it's going to be fluffy!

This little series has ended up with a lot more actual story than I expected, so if you'd like a bit more context to what's actually going on here, you might want to...

Read them all from the beginning on AO3

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“You know, you’ve never actually told me how you found this place,” observes Ginny.

She leans back against his chest, and he feels the cooling bathwater lap a little higher up his ribs as she shifts position. “Didn’t I?”

“No.”

He drops a kiss on her temple. “There isn’t much to tell, really. I was following a lead on a case, illegal potion ingredients smuggling. We got a tip that they were using a farm just outside St Davids as a staging location so I went to check it out. It turned out to be a load of bollocks, but by the time I worked that out, it was lunchtime, so I headed into town to grab a sandwich, walked past a Muggle estate agency and saw Ty Môr being advertised in the window.”

“Love at first sight?” she asks, trailing a lazy fingertip up one of his thighs, bracketed either side of her own. 

“Something like that.” He puts his hands on her shoulders, and begins to knead with his thumbs; the muscles there are often sore and tight after a long day hurling quaffles around, and Ginny hums appreciatively. “I took a detour to check it out before I headed back to the Ministry, and then went back the next day to make an offer.”

She reaches for her wand on the nearby windowsill, and casts a warming charm on the water. “Well, I’m very glad you did.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah. I love it so much. And I think it’s got so much potential. You know, for the future.”

Harry laughs softly. “We’ve only just finished it, and you want to change it already?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely now,” she explains, “but there’s still so much more we could do with it.”

“What do you mean? Like, building an extension?”

“We could if we wanted to. There’s loads of room,” she shrugs. “Maybe we’ll want to add a study, or a snug?”

“Owlery in the garden?” he jokes.

“Perhaps.” Amazingly, she appears to take him entirely seriously, so maybe it’s not such a stupid idea after all. “Or a chicken coop? I always loved having chickens at the Burrow. And I was thinking that the loft is massive, so it would be easy to add more bedrooms. When we’re ready, of course.”

“Why would we need more bedrooms?” he wonders aloud. “We’ve already got two, which is one more than we actually need.”

Ginny goes very still. She doesn’t reply for a long time, so long that Harry’s about to ask what’s wrong. “I meant for if we have kids one day,” she says, in little more than a whisper. “Eventually. If you want to have kids, of course.”

“Oh!” Harry’s skin prickles with embarrassment. 

Merlin, he’s such a fucking idiot! Kids! Of course that’s what she means. He realises with a start that they’ve never actually discussed it before, the idea of having children. It seems incredible, but it’s true. For so long, Harry's brain refused to consider the possibility, unable to imagine a future in which he'd be so lucky as to have a family of his own. It’s taken a long time for him to accept that perhaps that kind of happiness isn’t off limits to him. 

Maybe the final part of the puzzle is living here with her; it still feels like something out of someone else’s life, but every day he gets more confident that no one’s going to snatch it away from. Maybe he does get his happy ending. Maybe he does get everything he ever dreamed of. 

He rests his chin on her shoulder. “I’d like that very much. One day. When we’re ready.”

“Really?” Her voice is still quiet, but Harry doesn’t miss the breathy hopefulness in her tone.

“Yeah.” He reaches forward and wraps her arms around her, pulling her close.

Ginny snuggles back into his embrace, tucking her head just under his jaw, with a happy sigh. Harry can feel her smile against his skin. “Good. I love you, Harry.”

“Love you too, Gin.”

[onethatdoesthesaving]

An intimate moment, one that the world would be shielded from, it was only us in this moment. Sam wasn’t back to win Violet back, nor was he planning on admitting she was someone he couldn’t get over. Him running away  was more about him than her. He was scared, he was ashamed of his actions. He was ashamed of how that call affected him, he had doubts bulldozing through his mind on what this fling with Violet was. The picture of Hawkins and her in her apartment still haunted his mind. Sam was never intended to fall in love with her; it was no emotions, it was attraction. But the ground moved from beneath me, and he worried about her, when he had a hard day he wanted to share a drink with her, he wanted to talk to her. 

And yeah opening up about his past, his brother, all the pain he’d been through was far from easy. But if Violet and himself could talk, could embrace how we felt assuming she felt the same way, He’d try, he didn’t want to disappoint her again. It was a risk, the way he looked longing at her, the touch of his finger against her cheek. And for the first time I feel like the brunette was speechless, and I had to stop myself from teasing her. Surprise no move to react before, I felt a tender brush of her lips upon mine, and righ when my lips found the second to return the kiss she pulled back. Sorry? Now that was a first for me, to hear after a girl kissed me. Her rambling was cute, nor did I feel like I was scared, I knew the history, i knew her experience with first responders, and it broke my heart to see how badly it still scared her. My fingers didn’t move from her face, instead my expression was understanding, tenderly longing at the female. “ Violet.. I know its scary, it was scary for me too, I didn’t plan on saying the words, or falling for you. But I don’t think anyone ever plans on falling in love.” I paused purposely, as tilted my head to the side as I leaned forward, feeling it was safe to do so, and i brushed a soft light kiss to her lips as a means of reassurance on her part before I pulled back wearing that soft slight goofy grin of mine. 

“ I’m sorry you had to go through that pain, and I’ll admit that day before that call I was worried, nor did I have a reason to be because you and I were just having fun, but I started thinking I could never compare to him, to make you happy, When I said I loved you, I meant it but it was also a moment of frustration with myself, with you. But I am sorry for walking away I did.” Augment, fear it has a way of controlling us; a habit Sam was working on.

Bad Habits are hard to break

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Bad habits are hard to break. 

Habits; the old ones you believe you blocked out, the ones you felt you had let go of. Sam Carver was the one that did the saving, the one that deep inside felt like he was drowning. He was the savior; his brother; the screw up that his life altered having to pick up the pieces. A shell of a back was who Sam was; he worked his ass off through the academy, and somehow it didn’t feel enough. He spent his first few years in the force, the CFD where he bounced around. He kept one duffle of clothing he never fully shopped to create a home in the apartment he lived in. Because why put in the effort when you knew it was only temporarily. 

That was until he landed at house 51. The vibe was different, you felt welcomed at home. Not to mention he recognized a familiar face; Stella Kidd now lieutenant. Was he envious of her? Yeah she worked her ass up and she become someone we all were proud of, but Sam knew the brief time period he had a little crush. Was it because she saved his ass? You know one of those hero moments where you life blinked before your eyes and she was the one that tugged me out of near death. She was married; and something told Sam he’d get a beat down if that husband of hers found out. But it was a crush, she wasn’t why he found himself running from the one place he felt like home. 

It was his fling with Violet which never quite felt like a fling it felt deep and intimate. It was easy; I didn’t want to be another guy she lost. A person she cared about that she now had to say goodbye to. Sam cared about her; may even be worth to say crazy in love. Our time together was special, I wanted to be the best version of myself with her. And for a while I felt like I was okay, I was on the firm and narrow, even repairing my current apartment, because I planned on staying. But that last call before I went on for low kept slipping through my head. The bad parent; the aggressively brother; I felt like my world came crashing down, the protective nature; the boy who was obviously terrified of his family was me. And I reacted; I put hands on a civilian, I went nuts; and looking back Sam knows he should’ve handled himself different, his bad habits are hard to break. But he felt powerless again, he left the firehouse in defeat; he said the words he harbored inside of him for weeks. I love you; when Violet wasn’t prepared remotely ready to hear it. But in the heat of the moment I felt i had to be clear. The shock, the slight hint of tears in her eyes was the last memory I had of her. 

The persistent aching that never left my chest now, and its been two months since I left Chicago. Sam had a countless number of missed phone calls from Stella, from Violet well Violet called once a week and when I would automatically send it to voicemail I think she got the hint I had no interest in being chewed out again. So she only sent messages that said “ Sam.. are  you okay?” And I fought the urges to reply, but I couldn’t not until I figured myself out. Those two months Carver found himself in Milwaukee. He wasn’t working as a firefighter; he was doing construction, repairs in houses; on the loadwork of construction sites. He knew why he reacted; he remembered the countless number of times his dad came at him, he was the only physical thing standing between his brother and dad; the scars that shattered his body. But owning up to his mistakes felt like a hurdle of its own. Sam wasn’t ready. He had his tool bag in hand, and he was just walking into his small apartment, when he felt the persistent vibrations from his phone, and brows pushed together as he dropped his bag and closed the front door. He didn’t even look at the chicago number; he just pressed green and answered. “ Hello Tom.” Assuming it was his boss he just left the jobsite now. “ Carver get your ass back here.” 

Stella? I asked myself before I could make a lame excuse now she went on and continued.. “ I know you’re a little messed up right now, we all are. And I know I went off that day, we had to look at the image of the CFD but the water is brushed under, I’m worried about you, come home.” A plead in her voice, I could hear movement in the back a whisper from Severide about “You got hold of him.” And I know I’d be dodging every call from Chicago, this was pure luck now. The male sighed as I uttered. “ I don’t know, I’m sure you filled my spot Kidd.” And she was quick to add “ No, it’s yours you never said you weren’t coming back, I held it for you. You messed up, but it shouldn’t define the future you have here. See you soon.” She aired out noting I probably wasn’t going to give a straight answer now. THe male let the line go dead, as he marched into his small living room. Dropping himself down to the couch; a little lumpy, as he thought about it. 

Home; the people the family I made, falling in love for real. A home I shattered; and now I was living under a rock of protection from myself; how many bad habits would follow me? Where is my heart and head?

[marimbles]

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