#i want to discover someone new and interesting i love music so so much and this shit really drains my hope

[piplupod]

a very silly post to make perhaps but I find it very funny (and equally frustrating) how tumblr users act about music taste (among other things). on tumblr, my music taste is likely considered pretty tame and "normie" or mainstream or whatever, but irl.... people treat me like I am insane for listening to all the music I listen to. they have not heard of over half the artists I listen to, and they act like I'm pretentious for just... enjoying a lot of different music that (for better or worse) hasn't hit the mainstream.

i am very kind about other ppls music tastes and I think all music has value of some kind, but i will admit i am getting really tired of hearing about tswift in every conversation about music that i have with people at the centre TwT. i do honestly often wish i had a more average taste in music so I could talk about and share the songs I've really been enjoying with people but ,,, they are not interested at all and look at me like I'm crazy if I try to show them whatever song I've been listening to a lot lately.

i also feel like the people who get annoying and mean about music taste on this site are the ones who call others "chronically online" which would be very funny if that's true, but maybe I'm just making that up. they do give off the vibe of people who do that though.

[pvrun]

each time spotify recommends me a song from someone i've explicitly filtered NOT to play, an artist loses their creative streak.

[rubyreduji]

king size bed — kmg & jjk

summary: mingyu has a problem: he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend. but does it go deeper than that, in ways that maybe even mingyu doesn't realize?

tags: smut (minors dni!), p.rnstar!au warnings: gyu is kind of a perv, explicit unprotected sex, filming explicit content, sending nudes, masturbation, sexting, fingering (f. rec), oral (m. + f. rec), threesome, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, double penetration, anal, kinda voyeurism, multiple orgasms, squirting, maybe mingyu is a little bisexual in this…for only a second wc: 10.1k  an: this idea came to me randomly and i quite literally ascended to heaven and then fell straight down to hell and produced this :D also this fic is very mingyu centric as it’s told in his pov (sorry armys who may find this)

Mingyu wants to go home.

Around him, the walls thump to the music blasting throughout the club. If this was four years ago and he was still in college this would be great, but it’s not. All Mingyu does is sit in a booth and stare at the dance floor, watching as the bodies grind up against each other.

The reason Mingyu is even out tonight is to try and find someone to take home, but he’s not in the mood. All of his recent hook ups have been unsuccessful and he’d rather go home and try his luck with his trusty fist rather than try and flirt with some half-drunk, half-interested person in a stuffy, overly noisy club.

It’s not like Mingyu doesn���t want to get his dick wet, he’s honestly been more horny recently than he ever has been, but for some reason the idea of going home and watching porn sounds much better than actually trying to get with someone here. Maybe Mingyu has a problem, or maybe it’s because of Mingyu’s most recent discovery.

He’s not sure how he lucked out so bad, but one day all of his normal Twitter porn creators weren’t doing it for him, and he happened to stumble across a new page. A reblog from one of the accounts he already followed. The person in the video was stunning. No face, but still the most beautiful body Mingyu has ever seen.

When he clicked on the account he was surprised to see such a small following on the account, only to find out the creator only started posting recently. It’s needless to say that Mingyu spent the rest of the night jacking off to the few photos and videos on her page. “Sweetheart” that’s what her screen name was listed as. 

Even since discovering her, Mingyu’s become slightly obsessed and he’s taken liberty to getting off to her almost every night, even going as far as to subscribe to the content she has behind a paywall. 

Mingyu’s not sure why he’s so attached to her. Maybe it’s her soft aesthetic or the way she’s like a little secret gold mind he found. Or maybe it’s because she reminds Mingyu of….

He glances across the room, his eyes landing on where his best friend stands. Jungkook is leaned up against the bar, a small smirk on his face, his arm wrapped around the waist of the prettiest girl inside the whole club. Your body is pressed up against Jungkook’s as you press your lips to your boyfriend’s neck, marking his skin up with your lipstick.

You’re dressed in a tight, short dress colored in the most flattering shade of red. Mingyu’s favorite color. He does his best to not focus on your tits and the way your cleavage is accentuated by your dress, barely held up by the skinny straps on your shoulders.

Mingyu knows it’s an issue. He shouldn’t have such a huge crush on his best friend’s girlfriend, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking of you like that either. Especially when you’re his friend as well. It’s not like he wants to, but he can’t help but think that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever met. Inside and out.

You’re Jungkook’s girlfriend though, and he would never make a move on you or ever make you uncomfortable. Though, that doesn’t stop him from doing very shameful things in the dead of night, locked away in his bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock as his eyes are trained on the video of the girl that reminds Mingyu of you just a little too well.

Mingyu must have gotten lost in his thoughts, staring at you, and when he focuses in again, he makes eye contact with Jungkook. The younger man winks at his best friend before guiding you out of the club. Mingyu’s eyes trail after you two the whole time, and he already knows you two are off to go fuck. If he’s being honest, you two most likely won’t even make it out of the parking lot, taking advantage of the tinted windows on Jungkook’s car.

The whole reason Mingyu even came tonight was to appease Jungkook, and now that the other man has left, Mingyu takes that as his cue to leave as well. The drive back to Mingyu’s apartment feels like an eternity and all he wants to do is crawl into bed, masturbate, and go to bed.

And yeah, maybe it is a little sad. Jacking off at home alone while his best friend fucks the girl of his dreams while all he can do is imagine it’s him in his place, but it’s not like there’s any other options.

Now if Mingyu was really being childish, you were always Mingyu’s first. 

You two went to the same high school together, but you two didn’t get close until college. You had a gen-ed together and when Mingyu was the only familiar face in the room, you latched on. Mingyu didn’t mind, you were sweet and funny and always let Mingyu study in your dorm when his roommates were too loud. 

Later, after Mingyu and Jungkook became best friends, that’s when the three of you started to form a friend group. Then you and Jungkook started to hang out one and one, and eventually those hang outs turned into dates, and now three years later, even after graduating college, you two are still going strong.

Mingyu’s only a little salty, maybe it’s because Jungkook knew Mingyu had something for you, or maybe it’s because really if it wasn’t for him Jungkook wouldn’t have even met you. It doesn’t matter though, because in the end you got with Jungkook and Mingyu respects that.

When Mingyu finally gets home he’s quick to lock his door and drop his pants, crawling into his bed and pulling up Twitter. Right on the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart and Mingyu groans. She’s dressed in a pair of sexy red lingerie panties, and it automatically makes Mingyu think of the dress you had on tonight. That’s not the best part of the photo though, no the best part is the fact she's not wearing a bra, her chest bare and her nipples staring right at Mingyu.

His cock is already hard, it’s been hard since he watched you kiss up and down Jungkook’s neck, and he shoves his hand into his boxers unceremoniously to pull his cock out. He spits into his palm before wrapping it around his length and starting to pump.

He clicks on Sweetheart’s page, hoping she’s posted more or something, and he’s grateful to see a post from only a few minutes ago.

Live show on my OnlyCarats, come check it out ;)

Mingyu’s finger is clicking on the link in record time and it takes the video a moment to load before his screen reveals Sweetheart. She’s still in the pretty red panties from earlier, but now they’re pushed to the side as she slides her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She’s laid out on a large bed, dressed in all white bedding that contracts nicely against the panties.

Sweetheart has done a few live videos before, but this is the first one Mingyu has been able to watch in real time, rather than a video uploaded after the live. He’s entranced as he watches her finger fuck her pussy. She’s letting out soft pants as she gets lost in her pleasure.

“F-fuck,” Mingyu whines. His hand is slick with pre-cum as he pumps his cock furiously in his fist. 

Mingyu wonders if you’re going to pull out a dildo, like you sometimes do in your videos, but rather another person appears on camera.

Clearly the body is a male figure, clad in black slacks and a black dress shirt. Sweetheart has done a few photos and videos with a guy before, but Mingyu’s never seen him in one of her lives before. It’s not that he minds too much, but a part of him wishes that he could stay pretending like the whole thing was for him, that he was the only person watching.

Mingyu can’t dwell on his disappointment though, because the man in the video is unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. It’s big, though Mingyu doesn’t think it’s bigger than his own. The man grabs the camera before laying back, allowing Sweetheart to climb on top of him.

She grinds against him for a little bit before lifting herself up and lining the man’s cock up to her entrance. Mingyu can see the way her legs tremble as she sinks down, and suddenly Mingyu doesn’t mind the other guy too much. From the angle he’s filming at, it’s almost like Sweetheart is riding Mingyu, and that drives him just a little bit insane.

Mingyu pumps his fist at the same speed Sweetheart is bouncing on the man’s cock, imagine that it’s Sweetheart…imagining that it’s you. Mingyu whimpers and bucks his hips up, letting himself get lost in the fantasy.

Now Mingyu can’t get the idea of you in his lap, your thighs straddling his as your pussy clamps down around him, out of his head. He thinks about your soft tits and how they’d bounce as you rode him, his cock hitting inside of you deep and rough.

It doesn’t take long for Mingyu to let out a strangled moan as his cock twitches and he spills cum all over his hand. He lays in bed, his chest heaving with his pants. Mingyu opens his eyes and glances at his phone to see Sweetheart’s body trembling as she cums as well. Mingyu watches intently as Sweetheart pulls herself off of the man’s cock, his cum dripping out of her as she does so. 

Sweetheart ends the live soon after and Mingyu gets up to clean himself off. He decides to take a shower, scrubbing himself off like it will clean away the sins he just committed. As soon as he gets out of the shower he dries off and stumbles back into bed, deciding to call it a night.

Mingyu doesn’t see you or Jungkook again until almost a week later when Jungkook invites Mingyu over for dinner. Mingyu stops by the store to pick up a bottle of wine before heading over to the apartment you and Jungkook share. 

As soon as Mingyu knocks on the door you throw the door open and pull Mingyu into a hug. Mingyu hugs you back and if he holds on for a little too long, well you do too. When you pull back Mingyu gets a good look at your outfit. You’re dressed in a short skirt and a low cut tank top. You have a large cardigan draped over the whole outfit and Mingyu blushes slightly. You just look so cute.

You clasp on to Mingyu’s arm as you walk with him into the kitchen. “Kookie, look who’s here!”

“Hey Gyu,” Jungkook smiles at his best friend. Jungkook is standing at the stove, dressed in a blue apron, as he tends to the food. “Glad you could make it.”

“Of course man. I brought some wine as well.” Mingyu places the bottle onto the counter.

“Sounds great. Hey, babe, could you grab some glasses? The food is almost ready.”

Mingyu watches as you two move around each other, the flow between you natural and domestic. It makes Mingyu’s heart twinge a bit. You two have always been a good pair. When you and Jungkook started dating it didn’t surprise anyone, and though Mingyu was a little upset by it, he could see it as well. Even three years later you two make the perfect pair, if not more so than back then, settled into your domestic life with one another.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to be sat around the dining table.

“So Mingyu, how that’s project at work coming along?”

Mingyu is surprised that you remember, as he only mentioned it offhandedly a couple weeks ago. He shouldn’t sell you so short though. It’s one of the things that attracts Mingyu to you so much. You’re just so charismatic and attentive to everyone you meet. 

“It’s going well. My boss actually promoted me to head of the project because he liked my ideas so much. We should have the prototype done by the end of next week,” Mingyu tells you. 

“That’s amazing Mingyu! Congrats!” You cheer.

“That sounds like a reason to drink.” Jungkook raises his glass and Mingyu chuckles before picking his own up and clinking it against Jungkook’s and then yours.

The rest of the night follows the same pattern. You guys continue your easy flow of conversation during dinner and then after you move into the living room where you put on a random movie to watch in the background. The scene is just a little too nice for Mingyu’s well-being. It’s too…comfortable, too sweet. Like Mingyu is meant to be there, with you sitting on the other side of the couch as Jungkook sits a chair nearby as you joke and talk. Like Mingyu is a part of your couple. Like he’s yours.

Those thoughts are shoved to the back of his head as the night goes on and as more alcohol enters his system. It’s clear you’re also feeling the effects as you move closer to Mingyu’s side of the couch, draping yourself over him. Mingyu takes a sharp breath at the feel of your tits pressing against him as you rub your head on his shoulder.

“I love you so much Gyu,” you slur. “You’re my favoritest ever.”

“Hey!” Jungkook cries from where he’s still sitting in the chair, not too far off from where you and Mingyu are in drunkenness.

“Shh, don’t listen to him,” you say, pressing even closer to Mingyu, your breath now brushing up against his ear as you continue in a whisper. “You’re my favorite. My best friend. My number once since freshman year of college. Am I your favorite?”

Mingyu giggles, despite his growing flusteredness. “You’re my favoritest.”

“Good, we are each other’s most favorite. And Jungkook is neither of our favorites, because I love you Gyu!” You press a giant kiss to Mingyu’s cheek.

“Hey, what are you two saying over there?” Jungkook stands up and moves over to the couch. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as you giggle and playfully thrash around.

“Nooooo! Let me go. I wanna cuddle with Mingyu!” You squirm in Jungkook’s arms as Jungkook holds you tighter, kissing your neck. “Mingyu save me!”

Mingyu moves forward and grabs onto your arms, pulling you towards him. Jungkook still has a hold on you, and you three end up in a big pile together, all giggling. You three lay there for a moment, in silence, before you let out a big yawn.

“Well I think that’s my cue to get this one to bed,” Jungkook says. “You good to get a ride home, Gyu?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for having me over man.”

“Yeah, we love having you over. You’re our best friend, you know you’re always welcome.”

“Sleep well Gyu!” You give him a giant hug before allowing Jungkook to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Mingyu watches you two retire to your bedroom, sobering up enough in the moment for a pain to clench his heart.

In the cab ride home Mingyu can't help but think about you. The way your breath brushed against his face as you leaned in to tell him you love him. He wonders what it would be like to actually tell you he loves you. What it would be like for you to cradle his face and lean in and kiss him. He imagines holding you, waking up next to you in the morning, going on sweet dates. 

Mingyu groans. He’s got to stop doing this to himself.  

As soon as he gets to his building, he stumbles through his apartment before falling into bed. Out of habit he pulls out his phone, opening Twitter. Directly at the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart. 15 minutes ago.

A mirror selfie in her bra and underwear. It’s not much, but it still has Mingyu twitching in his boxers. Against any of his better judgment that he would make when sober, he clicks on her account and taps the message icon.

pup: Hey :)) love the new photo

Mingyu’s not sure why he sent the message. He’s not expecting a response. Not at 3am and not when he’s a total stranger. It’s clear Sweetheart has a boyfriend, or at least someone who does videos with her. He didn’t even send her money.

Mingyu’s about to just go to bed when he hears the chirp of his phone’s notifications. When he checks his phone, his eyes widen when he sees the Twitter notification.

Sweetheart: hehe thank you

Sweetheart: would you like to see more? 😉

pup: Yes. Yes, of course. How much?

Sweetheart: no charge baby. i see you in my notifs all the time, and you’re a subscriber on my OF. think of this as a treat for my biggest fan 😘

Mingyu groans. He has no clue how he’s lucked out so hard. His cock is already half hard at the thought that Sweetheart knows who he is.

pup: Holy shit. Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say.

Sweetheart: nothing to say, just enjoy :)

Sweetheart: took these just for you, so don’t go spreading them around, okay?

Sweetheart: [image]

Sweetheart: [image]

Sweetheart: [image]

Sweetheart: maybe you can tell me what those do to you…

Mingyu’s mouth drops open at the photos. The first one is a selfie of Sweetheart from the neck down. Her bra has been removed and her arms are pulled in to push her tits together. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to put his mouth on them, or even better, put his dick between them.

The second photo is a photo of Sweetheart sitting on her bed. The large bed is still dressed in the normal white bedding it has on it during her streams. Sweetheart is sitting back on her calves and Mingyu can see the slight wet patch starting to form on her panties.

The final photo has Mingyu’s mind reeling the most. A cropped down photo of Sweetheart’s lips wrapped around a dildo, her lips gently suckling the tip.

Sweetheart has never posted anything above the neck and this is Mingyu’s first time seeing the lower half of her face, and it’s her sucking a dildo no less. Mingyu groans and gives in, reaching down to fist his cock. He imagines that it’s his dick that Sweetheart is sucking, her pretty lips wrapped around his tip as she takes him in his mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him.

pup: Oh my god. Fuck. You’re gorgeous.

pup: Thank you so much.

Sweetheart: i’m glad you like hehe 

Sweetheart: how about you show me how much you like them…👀 (if you’re comfortable)

Holy shit. Sweetheart is asking him for a dick pick.

Mingyu fumbles with the camera on his phone before he snaps a few photos. You can see the glisten of pre-cum already coating his tip and his hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it up. Mingyu presses send to Sweetheart and anxiously waits the reply.

Sweetheart: wow you’re big

Sweetheart: i wouldn’t mind taking a ride on that rodeo hehe

Sweetheart: fuck i want a dick inside of me :((( you’d reach so deep inside of me, fill me up nice and good

Sweetheart: would you like that pup? my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?

pup: Yes. Yes, so fucking much.

Sweetheart: i’d milk you so well

Sweetheart: ugh this isn’t fair

pup: I want you so bad. You’re perfect. Literally the most sexy body I’ve ever seen.

Mingyu struggles to type as his right hand jacks off his cock furiously. He can’t believe he’s sexting Sweetheart. He can feel his balls tighten the closer he gets to his orgasm and before he can do anything to stop it, his cock is twitching and he’s spurting cum all over his chest and hand.

Mingyu lets out a low groan before opening his camera app and snapping another photo.

pup: Look what you made me do.

pup: [image]

Sweetheart: fuck that’s so hot

Sweetheart: wish it was inside me though :( or that i was there to lick it up

Sweetheart: fuck i’m touching myself

Sweetheart: imagining that it’s your big cock inside of me

Sweetheart: [video]

Mingyu nearly nuts again just from the video Sweetheart has sent. A ten second clip of her thrusting the dildo from earlier inside of her sopping wet cunt. Mingyu truly thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

Sweetheart: fuck i came so quickly

Sweetheart: god i’m going to be thinking about your cock for weeks now

Sweeheart: thanks for the orgasm :)

pup: No, thank you. I’m never going to forget this.

Sweetheart: good. hope you jack off to those photos more, put them to good use ;)

Sweetheart: thanks for a good time. night pup

Though Mingyu would love to say he went to bed right after, he of course jacks off again before eventually passing out for the night.

After that night, neither Sweetheart nor Mingyu try to contact each other again, but Mingyu does in fact jack off to her photos again and again and again. Especially after days where he hangs out with you and Jungkook.

Look, he’s not proud of it, but at least he can get a release somehow.

Like right now, as he sits propped up in bed, rubbing at his half-hard cock through his boxers, as he watches the beginning of Sweetheart’s stream. Currently she’s just finishing setting up the camera and getting everything situated.

Earlier, Mingyu went out with you and Jungkook to a new cat cafe you wanted to check out. Though both Jungkook and Mingyu are more dog people, it’s no secret they would do anything for you. The whole time you kept gushing to the two best friends on how cute the cats are and how much you want one. It was just so fucking cute and it didn’t help that you just happened to be wearing a shirt that did nothing to hide the outline of your hard nipples. It’s not like Mingyu meant to stare, but to be frank they were kind of staring at him first.

And then when you reached over to pet a cat that had hopped into Mingyu’s lap and you just happened to accidentally brush his dick with your hand. You didn’t notice, or at least didn’t mention it, but it has Mingyu quickly standing up and displacing the cat in order to head to the bathroom to try and adjust himself so you and Jungkook didn’t catch sight of the halfy he was sporting. 

On screen, Sweetheart has finally positioned herself right in the middle of the large, white bed. She’s just unbuckled and thrown off her bra and now she’s groping her own tits, squeezing at her chest and flicking at her hard nipples. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to suck on her tits. Tug at her nipples with his teeth and leave marks all over the supple flesh.

When Mingyu pulls himself from his fantasy to go back to watching the stream, he notices the man who’s always in Sweetheart’s videos has appeared. He sits behind Sweetheart on the back, his arms wrapped around her torso so he’s now the one groping her boobs. His head leans down slightly and his mouth presses to her neck. Mingyu catches sight of the lip ring in the right corner of his mouth.

It’s then that Mingyu takes in the full appearance of the man. He’s considerably dressed down this time. While he’s usually dressed in full black dress pants and dress shirt, most likely to better keep his identity hidden, this time he’s in a white t-shirt and jeans. The outfit’s familiar to Mingyu, too familiar.

It’s understandable why the man has never showed off his full arms before, as they’re covered in a sleeve of tattoos, an identifiable mark. Mingyu can't look. His mouth goes dry and his stomach drops. 

It’s undeniable. Mingyu knows every piece of that sleeve like the back of his hand. He was there when half of them were inked. Mingyu’s stomach turns. It all makes sense now. The whole reason why Sweetheart drew him in the first place was because of her resemblance to you. Now Mingyu gets it. It’s not that Sweetheart resembles you, it’s that she is you. And the mystery man in each of her (your) videos…is his best friend.

On screen Jungkook has moved on from your tits and down to your clothed pussy. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand keeps your thighs spread. Mingyu’s cock twitches at the sight.

No.

No, it’s wrong. It’s dirty.

It’s not fair that Mingyu knows your identity when you try so hard to keep it a secret. Not to mention it’s immoral of him to continue to jerk off to your videos. You and Jungkook are his best friends. And even if he has the occasional fantasy about you…it’s completely different than actually watching your sex work and knowing it’s you.

But then again…you are uploading them for a reason. Your bio even says “just here to aid and please” and this would be aiding and pleasing Mingyu. A lot. 

Before Mingyu can even talk himself out of it, he’s lost his boxers and has his hand wrapped around his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Jungkook slowly sink a finger into your cunt. You squirm slightly in his grip, letting out a soft whine as he pushes a second one in.

Jungkook pumps his finger in and out of you, the digits getting more shiny with your slick the longer he goes on. Your fingers dig into his forearm as your legs twitch. Mingyu can hear Jungkook chuckle and he wonders how he’s never noticed before.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you quickly push your panties off as Jungkook climbs off the bed. In a matter of seconds Jungkook is back on the bed, completely naked now. He grabs the camera as you situate yourself on the bed laying down.

The camera moves to show a POV shot of Jungkook fucking you in missionary. Mingyu watches intently as his best friend’s cock moves in and out of your cunt, his hand fucking his own cock at the same pace.

God this is so fucked up.

Even so, it doesn’t take Mingyu long to blow his load. It’s almost embarrassing. Before the stream is even finished Mingyu quickly logs off and gets up to clean himself.

Fuck.

You’re Sweetheart. The girl of his dreams is the other girl of his dreams. It’s been you all this time. Of course it has. That’s just Mingyu’s luck.

Oh God. He’s sexted with you. You’ve seen his dick. Does Jungkook know? He has to, right? There’s no way you’d cheat on him. You’d never do that to him. No, no, he has to know.

He has to.

“Mingyu, my man!” Jungkook slaps a hand onto Mingyu’s shoulder as soon as he approaches.

“Hey Kook.” Mingyu really hopes his voice doesn’t waver as he greets his best friend. He hasn’t seen Jungkook since the other day and this is the first time he’s facing him since finding out that well, he’s been jacking off to porn of him and his girlfriend for months now. 

“Look Gyu, we’ve got to talk about something.”

Oh no. Jungkook knows. He knows and he’s mad because Mingyu sexted his girlfriend and he’s ruined a three year long relationship.

“Talk? A-about what?”

“Not here. Let’s go back to my apartment. No one’s home right now.”

Though Mingyu is glad that he won’t have to face you, he’s still a bit concerned about what Jungkook has to talk to him about. And in private no less. There’s no way it’s not about what Mingyu thinks it’s about. But also, how could he know?

The trip to Jungkook’s apartment is eerily quiet and it isn’t until Jungkook closes and locks the door that he finally speaks up.

“You want anything to drink?”

“N-no, uhm, I’m good.”

“Cool. Come on, come sit on the couch with me.” Jungkook leads Mingyu into the living room and sits down. Mingyu cautiously follows.

“So…what did you uhm, want to talk about?” Mingyu stares down at his lap, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend.

“Mingyu…I want you to fuck my girlfriend.”

Mingyu thinks he blacks out for a moment.

What in the fuck did Jungkook just say to him?

“I- excuse me?”

“I want you to fuck my girlfriend. If we’re being honest, she’s kind of wanted to fuck you for a while now, and we’ve been talking about it and I thought I’d offer you into our bedroom.”

Mingyu knows he looks like an idiot right now, but he can’t believe what Jungkook is telling him. He has to be pulling his leg. He knows that Mingyu knows about the porn account and he’s making fun of him. There’s no other explanation. His best friend is the most jealous man on the planet, there is absolutely no way he’s offering Mingyu to fuck you. 

“Stop saying stupid stuff, Kook,” Mingyu grumbles. “That’s not funny to joke about. Does she know you’re saying this?”

“I’m not joking! Seriously. I know you’ve always had a crush on her, and now here’s your chance to be with her! I don’t know why you’re not jumping on this opportunity.”

Jungkook is right, any other time Mingyu might be ecstatic, but there’s no way Jungkook is being serious. “Because you’re just pranking me!” 

Jungkook sighs. “Okay, I didn’t want to bring it up, but I know you know about the porn account.”

Mingyu stiffens and his mouth goes dry. “I- I don’t know-”

“Yes you do. Sweetheart? I saw the photos left open on your phone the other day, and I know those are photos she only sent you.”

Mingyu’s face heats up and he’s sure he’s red. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know at first and I wasn’t planning on keeping watching and-”

“It’s okay. I literally just offered you to fuck my girlfriend.”

“But why? You hate when other guys even look at her.”

“Because it’s you, Gyu.” That’s all Jungkook answers, staring at Mingyu sincerely, like Mingyu truly is the only person he’d be comfortable sharing his girlfriend with.

Mingyu thinks about it for a moment. Could this really just be his dreams coming true? “I swear to god if you’re messing with me.”

“I promise I’m not. Look, just come over on Friday and you’ll see. Okay?”

“...Okay.”

Mingyu is nervous.

He’s still not completely sure that Jungkook is telling the truth, but if he is then that means Mingyu is going to fuck you tonight. 

His heart is beating intensely in his chest as he drives over to your apartment. It takes him nearly fifteen minutes to get the courage to exit his car and enter the building. Before he can fully chicken out he knocks on the door.

Jungkook is the one to open the door and he ushers Mingyu in before closing and locking the door behind him. Jungkook then leads Mingyu to the bedroom and Mingyu suddenly realizes that oh shit, this is real. This is real and he’s about to fuck you.

As soon as they enter the room, Mingyu feels his throat go dry and his pants tighten. You’re laid out on the bed, the same large bed from all of your photos and videos. The same bed that Mingyu has wished countless of times that it was him on it with you, or at least with Sweetheart.

You’re dressed in a red, see-through babydoll set. You stare up at Mingyu, your eyes already hooded with lust. Mingyu watches as your eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his crotch. Your eyes then move back up to Mingyu’s, making eye contact as you wink at him. Holy shit.

Mingyu feels Jungkook shove him forward slightly. “Go buddy, she’s all yours.”

It takes Mingyu a few more seconds to process. He truly can’t believe this is real. That you’re here and he’s allowed to touch you, to feel you, to let all of his fantasies run wild. The thing that finally get Mingyu in motion is you giggling.

“C’mon Gyu.” You’re motioning him towards you and Mingyu stumbles forward until he makes it to the bed. His heart is thumping so rapidly it wouldn’t be a surprise if he went into cardiac arrest.

Mingyu crawls onto the bed and over to you where you smile at him and reach forward. Mingyu crawls on top of you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he rests his weight on you. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over it.

“Hi pretty boy. Are you excited?” Mingyu nods his head stupidly, his mind too focused on your touch. “Well are you going to kiss me?”

Finally, Mingyu’s mind seems to catch up and he surges forward. With your hand still on his cheek, you guide him to your lips. Right away, Mingyu’s desperation is apparent as he presses into you hard.

Kissing you is somehow even better than Mingyu expected. Your lips are soft and you smell so good. You hold onto Mingyu, kissing him deeper and deeper. If Mingyu is being honest he already feels a little drunk on you.

Mingyu swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He can feel you smirk against his lips slightly before you start to suck on his tongue. It catches Mingyu off guard and he whines right into your mouth, his hips bucking forward against you.

Mingyu’s cock is already half hard just from kissing you, and he can’t help but rut his hips into you. You don’t seem to mind though, just threading your fingers through his hair. Your hands feel good against him and Mingyu allows his own hands to roam over you as well.

Your body is warm and soft under his palms as he drags them over your torso. The rough lace of the babydoll scratches at his hand as he cups your breast. The material is thin and Mingyu can feel the pebbling of your nipple through it. His fingertips brush over the bud once more and you gasp and arch your back into his touch. It only makes Mingyu needier.

Mingyu breaks the kiss so he can have a second to catch his breath. You don’t need the time though, and you don’t waste time pressing your lips to his jaw. You duck your head down as you slowly trail your kisses down the column on his neck, stopping to suck on the skin every so often.

As much as Mingyu loves you leaving marks all along his neck, he wants to put his mouth on you. He pushes off of you slightly to pull away.

He takes a moment to stare at you, laid out under him. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths and you’re staring up at him with hooded eyes. Your lips are puffy from all of the kissing and your hair is mussed from rubbing against the pillow. You look gorgeous.

“Gyu,” you say, your voice slightly raspy, “you’re trembling.” You reach up to caress his face once again.

Mingyu didn’t notice it, but now that you’ve pointed it out, Mingyu realizes he’s shaking. His heart is pounding in his chest, like how he feels when he’s drank too much caffeine. 

“Are you nervous, puppy?” You ask Mingyu. The nickname makes him whine slightly. You’ve always called him that, but in this context it hit so differently.

Mingyu nods slightly. “I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long. I don’t want to mess it up.”

You smile gently at him. “You won’t. I like you a lot Gyu, and I want this too. Don’t be nervous, okay? Just enjoy it.”

“O-okay,” Mingyu tells you.

“Now, can I take this off of you?” Your fingers play with the hem of Mingyu’s shirt and he nods. You help him tug the shirt off, revealing his bare torso.

If Mingyu is proud of one thing, it’s his physique, and you seem to appreciate it as well as you trail your fingers down his chest and abs, feeling the grooves of his muscles under your fingertips.

Mingyu is still shaking slightly, but he leans down to start pressing kisses to your chest. Your boobs are soft under his mouth as he starts to suck the subtle skin into his mouth.

There’s a small ribbon holding the front of your lingerie together and Mingyu tugs at the bow until it unties and the fabric falls away from your body, exposing your bare tits to him. Your tits look delicious and Mingyu cups one in his hand and brings his mouth to it. His lips suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at it every so often.

Your body writhes under him as your fingers dig into his shoulder muscles. Mingyu’s cock is hard and straining in his pants and he so desperately wants to touch himself but also doesn’t want to pull any of his attention from you.

Mingyu’s hands move down your torso even further, his hands running over your waist and down to your hips. He balls the fabric of your panties in his fist, tugging at the lace slightly.

“F-fuck you’re perfect,” Mingyu mumbles into your chest before going back to mouthing at your tits. 

Your hips buck up slightly and Mingyu drags one of his hands from his hips to press against your clothes slit. You’ve soaked through your panties and Mingyu moans into your skin at how wet you’ve gotten. He’s watched you touch yourself a million times and has seen how wet you get, but feeling it for himself makes his mind go fuzzy. His fingers push against your panties, slightly pushing them into you, collecting more of your arousal. 

“G-gyu, please, need you.”

Mingyu pulls his mouth off of you to sit back. He looks over to the side, acknowledging Jungkook for the first time since he’s crawled onto the bed. His best friend is seated on a plush chair in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on where you and Mingyu are on the bed. 

Jungkook makes eye contact with Mingyu before smirking and nodding slightly. “Go on Gyu, give her what she wants.”

With Jungkook approval, Mingyu hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down your legs, leaving you fully unclothed. Your legs part and Mingyu can see how slick your pussy really is.

Your cunt looks even prettier in person and Mingyu grabs your thighs and pushes them even further apart so he can slot his shoulders between them. He trails kisses along your inner thigh, move his mouth closer to your sopping heat. Mingyu hesitates slightly, before finally pushing forward and swiping his tongue through your folds.

Your arousal coats his tongue in a thick layer and Mingyu moans into your pussy at the taste. Your cunt is warm as Mingyu presses his face between your thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit. He tongues at the bud, stimulating you as you fist the sheets under you.

Mingyu can’t count the number of times he’s dreamt of this very scenario. His hands tighten their grip on your thighs as he doubles his efforts. His lips are restless as they play with your clit. Your moans are muffled above Mingyu’s head and they encourage Mingyu to keep going.

He can feel his chin already messy with your slick as he makes out with your cunt. His tongue intermittently darts out, lapping at your entrance. Mingyu’s brain gets more and more muddled as he continues to eat you out, already too lost in pleasure.

Mingyu squeezes his hand between his face and the bed so he can prod his fingertips against your folds. He traces your entrance before finally pushing a finger into you. Your cunt is warm and wet around his finger and he’s able to push a second one in as well.

His mouth doesn’t stop sucking on your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. His digits drag against your walls, pressing into you, looking for your sweet spot.

As Mingyu fingers you, his hips rut against the mattress, humping the bed to the rhythm of his fingers. His cock is leaking inside of his boxers and he’s relieved to have at least some kind of pressure against him. Mingyu’s letting out soft whines that mix with your own moans.

Your cunt is clenching around Mingyu’s fingers and he pushes a third one into you. His fingers curl into you and you whine, reaching down to pull at Mingyu’s hair. Mingyu knows that he’s found your sweet spot and he continues to abuse the spot, leaving you a mess of moans.

Mingyu’s lips suck hard on your clit, shaking his head back and forth against you. Your body tenses under him as you cry out, your legs shaking as you reach your high. Mingyu helps you through it until you fall limp to the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. 

Mingyu finally pulls his mouth away from you, panting himself as he wipes your slick off his chin. His whole body feels warm from lust. He needs more of you.

“Such a good boy,” you mumble. 

“Take your pants off Mingyu.” The voice startles Mingyu for a moment, before he realizes that Jungkook’s still in the room. When he glances over, his best friend looks the same as earlier, just now rubbing himself through his pants. Mingyu nods and starts to undo his belt, before he’s stopped by your protests.

“Let me help.” You move to stick on your knees, reaching over to undo Mingyu’s belt for him. When the belt is discarded on the floor, you start to work on his jeans. Mingyu can feel his cock twitching desperately as you slowly unzip his pants.

You lean down and start to trail kisses down his happy trail before putting your mouth directly on his bulge through his boxers. While still mouthing at him, you push his jeans down until they’re out of the way. Mingyu’s dick strains against his underwear which are already slightly damp from his precum.

You hook your fingers into Mingyu’s waistband before pulling his boxers down, letting his dick spring completely free from all confines. Mingyu helps you fully remove his clothing before you wrap your hand around his length, pumping slightly.

“Fuck Gyu, it’s so pretty.” You lean down and lick at his slit, collecting his precum in your mouth. “What do you want to do with it? Want it here?” You kiss his tip again. “Or here?” You sit back up and move forward to rub your pussy against his cock.

The idea of your lips wrapping around his cock, choking down his length makes Mingyu feel like a mad man, and under any other circumstances he would jump on the chance, but if he’s being honest he feels like he’s about to burst any minute now and needs to get inside of you.

“T-this one,” Mingyu whines out as you continue to rub his head between your swollen pussy lips.

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” You move away from Mingyu, only to lie back down on the bed and spread your legs, inviting Mingyu to come forward.

Your cunt is shiny with your arousal and your pussy lips are swollen from Mingyu eating you out. It’s nothing Mingyu hasn’t seen before, but now seeing it up close and in person has Mingyu mesmerized. He moves forward, hovering over you as his cock rubs up against your folds.

He leans down to suck at one of your tits again, busying his mouth as he lines the tip of his cock up to your entrance. He can feel your slick on his head as he slowly starts to push in. Mingyu whimpers into your chest, his hands clenched on your hips, as he starts to rut into you. His cock stretches out your walls and it takes him a moment to get all the way inside of you.

After a moment he bottoms out, his cock pushed all the way into your tight, warm walls. Mingyu’s never felt something so heavenly in his life. His cock is twitching with excitement as he drools precum into you. Your walls flutter around him as you adjust to his size and Mingyu has to put all his focus on your tits in his mouth so he doesn’t go completely mad at the feeling.

It doesn’t take long for you to start pawing at Mingyu.

“Please move,” you whine. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

Mingyu’s response is muffled against your chest as he pulls his hips back before slamming them back into you. He repeats the action over and over again until he’s thrusting into you in a quick rhythm. You’re panting as you dig your fingers into Mingyu’s shoulders. 

With each thrust Mingyu buries deeper and deeper inside of you. He finally pulls his mouth off your tits to sit up, adjusting his hold on you so he can pound even harder into you. From this new angle Mingyu looks down at you. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed, completely lost in your pleasure.

Your tits bounce with each thrust and Mingyu realizes he’s not going to last much longer at this rate. He pushes your legs forward against your chest, spreading your pussy more as he fucks you even harder than  before. Your moans grow frantic as you fist the sheets in your fingers.

“G-gonna cum,” Mingyu mutters. His cock is throbbing, desperately needed to find release.

“D-do it inside,” you whine. “Need your cum in me.”

Mingyu glances over at Jungkook, who’s eyes are still trained on the two of you. He’s stroking his own cock, which is starting to pearl at the tip.

“Don’t make her wait.”

That’s all Mingyu needs before his hips are stuttering inside of you and he’s painting your inside white with his cum. Mingyu’s whole body is coursing with pleasure and he thinks he whites out slightly. When he’s completely come down from his high he pulls out of you, his body slumps down against the bed beside you.

Mingyu takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to clear his mind from his post nut haze. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life.

When Mingyu opens his eyes again he’s surprised to see Jungkook has moved closer. Jungkook has stuffed himself back into his pants, but the bulge it leaves is still apparent. He stands next to the bed, looming over you as his hand rubs at your pussy. Mingyu watches with awe as his best friend rubs at your clit. Your eyes are closed against as you buck your hips into Jungkook’s touch.

“You made quite the mess,” Jungkook says, addressing Mingyu. Mingyu doesn’t look at him though, his eyes still trained on Jungkook’s hand on your pussy.

Mingyu’s cum is leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed and Jungkook scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it right back inside of you. You gasp but otherwise accept the intrusion. The sight alone makes Mingyu’s cock twitch to life.

“Did her pussy make you feel good, pup?” Jungkook continues. 

And shit well, Mingyu’s never been attracted to his best friend, or any man for that matter, but the sight of Jungkook fingering Mingyu’s cum back into his girlfriend while calling Mingyu a pup definitely makes his cock twitch.

Mingyu watches intently as your body starts to shake, your back arching up off the bed as you whine. Mingyu has watched your videos enough to know what you look like when you’re cumming and he watches as you fall apart on Jungkook’s hand.

Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, stopping his motions.

“Sensitive,” you mumble. Mingyu just expects you to leave it at that but he’s sorely wrong as he watches you pull Jungkook’s fingers to your mouth, sucking your juices and Mingyu’s seed off of them. You’re making intense eye contact with your boyfriend as you do so, your tongue swirling around the digits, and Mingyu starts to feel like he’s witnessing something way too personal for him to be there.

When Jungkook’s fingers have been thoroughly cleaned by your tongue, you pop your mouth off his hand and start to paw at his pants. You pull him closer, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants as you attempt to strip your boyfriend down.

“Insatiable little thing,” Jungkook smirks as he quells your struggle and frees his cock for you. You don’t waste a moment, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Jungkook lets out a low groan and he automatically reaches down to push the back of your head further down onto his cock. Mingyu watches the bob of your head as Jungkook’s dick disappears farther and farther down your throat.

There’s a bit of saliva dripping down your lips, making a mess of both you and Jungkook. The wet sound of your mouth and the slight gag from Jungkook’s length hitting the back of your throat fills the room, making everything seem even more erotic and dirty. Mingyu feels a bit perverted, just laying next to you watching, but a part of him knows that you and Jungkook want him to see this.

This whole experience is new to Mingyu, and he’s taking in every moment that he can. As Sweetheart you never share any part of your face, and there’s a delight that fills Mingyu knowing he’s now the only person besides Jungkook that has seen what you look like with your lips wrapped around a cock, gagging on the length. It’s almost too hot to handle.

From the angle Mingyu’s at he has the perfect view of your pussy. Your lips are spread slightly, still shiny with slick, as you arch your back. Mingyu thinks about you being spit roasted between him and Jungkook. Your mouth working diligently at Jungkook, while your pussy squeezes the life out of Mingyu.

The thought is too good to be true though, and Mingyu embarrassingly still hasn't recovered from his first orgasm. That doesn’t stop Mingyu from imagining it though, staring at your juicy pussy as he does so.

“Fuck,” Mingyu hears Jungkook hiss. He looks up to see Jungkook’s forearms tenses as they grip onto your hair tight, helping you bob your head up and down. His head is tilted back and his eyes are squeezed shut as his hips shallowly thrust into your mouth.

Mingyu’s never been interested in seeing his best friend cum, but in this moment, he can’t take his eyes off of him. It only takes a few more bobs of your head and Jungkook is shuddering as he holds you down against him, your lips at the base of his cock.

When it’s clear Jungkook is finally done spilling into you, he releases his grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. Your mouth is full of Jungkook’s cum and some of it starts to drip down your chin and fall right onto your tits. You giggle as you scoop it up and put it right back into your mouth.

“Can’t waste a drop, right?” You say to Mingyu, winking at him. “Still doing good there, big boy?”

“Y-yeah,” Mingyu stutters out, his voice hoarse from panting so hard earlier.

“Good, because I’m just feeling sooo empty and I would love if my two handsome boys could fill me up.” You spread your legs again, reaching down to push your puffy folds apart with two fingers. “Would you boys do that for me?”

Mingyu doesn’t understand how you have so much energy after being eaten out, fucked, fingered, and then sucking a dick, but he has to admit it’s incredibly hot and definitely doing it for him.

You move from where you’re laying and you crawl over to Mingyu, straddling his lap and pinning him to the bed. He can feel your heat press up against his cock and you grind down slightly and you lean in to whisper into Mingyu’s ear.

“Will you let me ride you, puppy? Use your fat cock to get myself off?” Your voice is somehow a mix of innocent and sultry at the same time and Mingyu involuntarily bucks his hips up against you. You chuckle slightly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You lift yourself up off of Mingyu slightly, only to reach down and line his cock up to your pussy. Your folds wrap around his head before you sink down, flushing your hips to his. Mingyu whines, his hands flying up to grip your waist tightly.

Mingyu only pulled out a few minutes ago, and yet he missed the feeling of your pussy around him. Your walls are warm and tight and Mingyu swears you’re clenching down on him on purpose. 

“Mm, you fill me up so nicely,” you moan. You slowly start to bounce in his lap, lifting yourself up and down his cock. Your hands are planted firmly on Mingyu’s chest, using him as leverage. Mingyu pathetically helps guide you up and down, too distracted by how sexy you look like this. 

Your skin is shiny with a light sheen of sweat and what Mingyu also thinks might just be a post-orgasm glow. Your naked body is warm and tantalizing as you roll your hips against Mingyu’s. You’re staring down at him, your eyes trained on Mingyu’s face as you smirk at him. It’s all almost too much for him.

When it’s clear that you’re satisfied with Mingyu, you lean forward, placing your tits right above Mingyu’s head. He can’t help himself, closing the rest of the distance to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp slightly, reaching down to cup Mingyu’s jaw.

“F-fuck,” you shudder out. “C’mon Kookie. Need you in me too.”

Mingyu can feel Jungkook climb onto the bed, and he’s thankful that you two own such a large bed or he doesn’t think all three of you would fit comfortably. Jungkook positions himself behind you, hovering over Mingyu’s legs.

Mingyu can feel you jolt slightly as Jungkook starts to open you up. You bury your free hand in Mingyu’s hair, tugging slightly. Mingyu doesn’t mind though, in fact he whimpers slightly against your breast.

Mingyu can hear the sound of Jungkook pressing a kiss against your skin before he spits and then a few seconds later you gasp. Mingyu can feel the bulge of Jungkook pressing into you, stuffing your other hole full of his cock.

“S-shit, you feel so good,” you whine. “Baby, please move.”

Your walls move as Jungkook slides out of you, only to slam right back into you. Your body lurches forward slightly, and you tighten your grip on Mingyu. Slowly Jungkook starts to build up his pace, until he’s fucking into you at a steady rhythm. 

Mingyu takes this as his time to start thrusting up into you as well. He does his best to match Jungkook’s pace, as you start to grind down against both of them. Despite being completely composed a few moments ago, you’ve turned into a complete mess with two dicks inside of you. All you can get out is moans and whines and a few noncoherent sentences as you hold onto Mingyu like your life depends on it.

Your back arches as Mingyu tightens his grip on you, doing his best to fuck into you as hard as he can. Your walls are already spasming against him, your body trembling with pleasure. Over your shoulder Mingyu can see Jungkook and he doesn’t think his best friend has ever looked as good as he does right now. His hair is pushed back and his face is completely focused as he stares down at your ass, watching how his and Mingyu’s cocks split you open.

Above him, you bury your face into Mingyu’s neck, deciding to bite and suck at his skin to muffle your moans. Your body is on fire atop of him and Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist to pull you further against him, using the new grip to help his thrusts.

The whole situation seems so erotic, your gorgeous bare body pressed into his as he and his best friend destroy your holes. Mingyu can feel the blood pumping in his cock as his whole body starts to tingle.

“G-gonna cum,” he stutters out. “P-please let me c-cum in you.”

“Me too,” you mumble into his neck. “Fuck, cum all inside me. Fill me up.”

You move your mouth from Mingyu’s neck to his lips. You kiss him desperately, licking into his mouth as you cup his face.

“Go on both of you,” Jungkook finally pipes up, his voice deep and sultry. “Cum.”

Mingyu’s whole body shakes as he lets himself go, spilling right into your waiting pussy. It doesn’t stay there long though, as you quickly lift yourself up off of Mingyu, your legs trembling as a stream of liquid gushes out of you and right onto Mingyu’s lap. You break your mouth off of Mingyu’s so you can moan as you finish squirting.

Behind you, Jungkook is still fucking into you, quick and hard. You can’t hold yourself up anymore though, and you slump against Mingyu. Mingyu’s still out of it as well, and he absentmindedly rubs your back as Jungkook grunts, finishing inside of you as well. 

Jungkook pulls out of you and leans down to kiss the small of your back before walking into the connected bathroom. You press a few more kisses to the corner of Mingyu’s mouth before rolling off of him. Jungkook walks back in with towels and hands one to Mingyu before starting to clean you off.

Mingyu wipes his lower half off before standing up, his legs slightly giving out on him before he gains his footing again. Mingyu feels like he’s moving in slow motion, his brain still slightly fuzzy. 

Mingyu starts to pull his clothes back on as you and Jungkook do the same. Mingyu’s not quite sure what to do as he stands in the corner of the room, watching as Jungkook starts to strip the bed of the sheets. It's a bit weird to see the large bed without the now iconic white sheets on it.

The thought of just slipping out the front door crosses Mingyu’s mind, and he’s heavily considering it, when he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.

“So, did you have fun?” You ask Mingyu. You’re staring at him with wide eyes and a grin. 

“Y-yeah! Thanks for uh, letting me do this,” Mingyu responds.

“Of course! I’m wasn't joking Mingyu, I do really like you.”

The confession makes Mingyu’s heart flutter. Realistically, he knows that you’re with Jungkook and nothing will happen from this, but it’s still nice to know he’s not a complete fool or being so head over heels for you.

“She’s been talking about this since your little Twitter conversation,” Jungkook says as he walks back into the room from putting the sheets in the washing machine. “I’d be a little jealous if it wasn’t you, Gyu.”

“You know who I also think would really like you?” You ask, shooting Jungkook a mischievous look. “My viewers. They would love you. Don’t you think so Kookie?”

Jungkook just smirks. “You have to ask him first.”

“What about it Gyu? Wanna become a permanent stample on the Sweetheart page?” You hug Mingyu a bit tighter.

The idea drives Mingyu a little wild. Going from watching your content to being in it? Being able to fuck you on a regular basis? 

“I- that sounds…yeah, I would,” Mingyu stutters out and you giggle.

“Yay! Looks like you have a competition Kook,” you smirk at your boyfriend.

“Competition?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Not when it’s Mingyu. I think both of us are going to have lots of fun with him. Won’t we pup?” 

You and Jungkook both send Mingyu matching grins and Mingyu feels the excitement grow in him. Oh yeah, he’s going to have a lot of fun.

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There's Eddie and then there's you, who has moved into the trailer park. Eddie discovers this one morning and proceeds to make an ass of himself. Features cute and flirty Eddie.

Or alternatively Eddie spots you while he's rushing to get to his van for school and nearly knocks himself out.

Eddie has no game but he tries, sweet Eddie.

🖤

Eddie doesn't pay much attention to the new family moving into the trailer park. He's too focused on getting a song prepared for Saturday at The Hideout, alternating that with writing in his notebook, poring over ideas for a new Hellfire campaign.

Wayne pokes his head out of the trailer door, he's clutching cups of coffee for them both. Eddie's coffee is in his favourite mug- the Garfield one that Wayne bought for him when he first moved in with him many moons ago.

He gulps the coffee down, almost burns his tongue at the scalding temperature then swears when he realises what time it is. Shit shit shit. He's already late for school, he's determined to graduate this year so no skipping any boring shit no matter how much he wants to.

It's when he's climbing inside his van that he realises he's forgotten his essay for Mrs O'Donnell's class, it took him long enough to write the shit. If this was about D&D or metal music or any one of the fantasy novels he loves then he'd ace it, but it's not and he's not interested in another fucking love story.

Honestly, he wouldn't put it past the old dragon to fail him if he forgot the essay and he can't use the excuse that a dog ate it- that got him a week's detention last time.

It's then that he sees the trailer door open that's not far from Mayfield's house and he's not seen who's moved into the new trailer so sue him, he's curious and looks over.

You can imagine his surprise when he catches a hint of a cheerleading uniform then you peer up at him, the momentum as he runs or if he's being honest tries to strut and the fact he's gawking at you causes him to trip over his feet and he nearly knocks himself out on his van door and sprawls on the ground.

"Jesus h Christ" he growls and he cringes that he almost knocked himself out because he was hawking at a pretty lady. Smooth Munson. Real smooth.

"Are you alright?" Suddenly you're beside him, kneeling in the grass and peering over him anxiously. He thinks he might have died and he's now in heaven because your fingers are in his hair and you murmur that you're checking for blood.

"Beautiful" he thinks to himself but then he realised he said it out loud and a pink blush coats his cheeks. You bite your lip and a sweet smile blooms on your face.

"Okay, I think you've definitely hit your head" You grin at him and his heart is fluttering, racing like a hummingbird's wings. Fuck, he has no game when it comes to women, usually he tries to make them laugh or makes an overdramatic fool of himself.

But this right now with you? this stumps him and makes him nervous. Eddie was rarely nervous, perfecting a don't give a fuck demeanour over the years but one look from you and he's putty. Feels shy and tongue-tied, he can't remember the last time he was ever tongue-tied.

Trying very carefully not to make an ass of himself he gets up and takes a bow which makes you giggle. "Eddie Munson at your service princess"

"I know. Your reputation precedes you, Eddie, though you're nothing that I thought you'd be like" he smiles impishly, knows exactly what you mean.

"Mmm, mean, scary and is known to make Jason Carver piss his pants" You snort and nod, eyes lighting up and he's eager to hear your sweet laugh again.

Maybe you have some jock boyfriend who would kick his ass for flirting or talking to his girl but at this moment he could not give a shit.

"Yeah and I didn't expect you to almost knock yourself out just because you looked at me" there's a shyness to your tone and he shrugs.

"It's not often that I'm graced with someone who is so enchanting Milady" he teases but it's the truth at the same time and you

"Enchanting? I've never been called that before" you seem surprised that someone could think that about you and that pisses Eddie off. If you did have a boyfriend then he was the biggest jackass in the world if he didn't show you how special you were.

And he never thought there would ever be a bigger jackass than Jason Carver.

"I've never made a complete ass of myself and nearly gave myself a concussion in front of a girl before sweetheart, guess there are firsts for everything" he hides his smile with a lock of his hair, his heart rate spiking again at the look on your face.

"Should probably get going, I'd offer you a ride but uh I'm sure your boyfriend would kick my ass if I did that and you know you're from the dark side and Hellfire would lose their shit" he's disappointed he can't talk to you more but at least you live close, maybe you would speak again.

It's only when he realises that you've walked past him and you're waiting at the van door that he comes out of his reverie.

"The dark side? We're not in Star Wars and if I was I'd be Leia and kick the dark side's ass. Also it's good that I don't have a boyfriend so you can drive me huh Munson?" You wink at him and his brain short circuits.

No boyfriend. You just winked at him. He feels like a deer in headlights then promptly snaps out of it. Feels like he's the cock of the walk as he struts to his van.

He absolutely does not nearly trip over his own feet again trying to impress you with his suave strut. Absolutely not.

He does.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Heyo! I've been loving the content! Especially new management, that was a phenomenal read. Was wondering if you had further thoughts or scenes on it or on the Single Dad Au? I think the only story I like better than these two is congratulations, it triplets!

Adore your work! Phenomenal!

Damian did not trust Daniel Fenton.

The man pretended like he wanted nothing from his Father besides his heart—not his wealth, not his influence, not his company, and not even his vast amount of skills.

Even Damian's mother—who was in love with Father for a time—could not conceal the knowledge that marrying Father would elevate her position in Grandfather's eyes. There was a time when Damian believed love—the romantic type—was not real, that it was unnecessary.

Since his arrival at Wayne Manor, he's learned to acknowledge that love does exist, but he still believes it's never unconditional. He knows that Fenton has to be after something. He attempted to find the answer, but as loath as he was to admit it, Damian had not detected any hit of what Fenton was after.

His hours of surveillance on the man only showed him that Fenton enjoyed writing for his silly little book series- a fantasy novelist how quant- but was self-published and did not attempt to get father to fund him

. Fenton also spent much time with his daughter but seemed happy to support her in anything she wanted as long as she put in the effort, so he was not after Father influenced her. Fenton had no interest in Wayne Enterprises, often looking a tad bored whenever Father spoke of it- not dismissive, just lost- which meant he wasn't after the company.

He discovered that Fenton lived modestly despite having a decent amount of funds. He was middle class and seemed rather happy to stay in the middle class.

Damian would have looked deeper into Fenton, but Father had caught on to his surveillance and had forbidden him from scaring away his lover. Knowing that he required backup, Damian had called a sibling meeting.

He was expecting better results than them just speaking about the benefits of Fenton and Father dating. They should focus on how to defend Father's heart once Fenton's true intentions become visible.

It wasn't that Fenton didn't love Father- or getting there- but he would have a darker side to him that Father was unprepared for. Damian was sure of it.

He just needed to find it.

That's why he approached the man's daughter. Indeed, she would open the opportunity to get closer to the man after his father without using his training to follow Fenton. Father could not fault his brilliant walkabout.

Damian was just not prepared for her to be more tolerable than the regular fools in Gotham. She was a fellow artist with a love of nature and travel.

She took him to different parts of Gotham, where they could find animals and wonderful buildings to draw. Dani also always shared her music—he didn't want to listen, but it allowed him to build a profile on her—and he found she also had an application for classical covers of pop music.

Dani also seemed so unbothered by anything. She moved as if she had never been weighed down by any issues. She was weightless but not lost. Seeing someone so at peace with themselves was odd, so Damian sometimes forgot why he was spending time with her.

Sometimes, he just relaxed with her and spoke to her, and really, she was far better than the fools his Father took in.

Dani one day asked if he would go with her to the mall. She wanted some new clothes, and Damian found that her style was rather artistic. This style also caused many stares from those close to their age.

He watched as she walked through the street, owning it with her presence and powerful, unchained personality. Then she acted like she didn't even care, though she definitely knew it.

That is why when she offered to help him buy an outfit, Damian agreed with far too much enthusiasm before she finished. He even wore it out of the store, feeling...like he got close to her unchained freedom. He kept glancing into the reflection of mirrors, a rish of glee at how great he felt in clothes that he would have scoffed at.

He also appreciated how people gawked at them as if they were the most fascinating thing they had ever seen. Damina enjoyed following beside Dani's stride, grinning up at her as she told jokes.

"Dude, it's crazy to think that if our Dads get married, we'll be siblings," she says one day, and Damian startles. She leans over, helping him adjust the beanie she got him, a more blurt red of her own, and Damian's eyes go very wide as she grins at him.

Damian's eyes go very wide.

He hadn't even thought of that.

He races home after she takes him to a slam poetry night, snapping her fingers with that interesting, peaceful, fully in-the-moment-without-stress personality of hers.

Damian kicks the door to Father's office and shouts, "Father, you must marry Daniel Fenton at once!"

He misses that Fenton is also there, sipping from a teacup. He'd never seen Father look that embarrassed before, either. Though Fenton seemed rather pleased, which helped his new quest of making Dani his new, much more enjoyable sister that left him in awe.

She promised to take him to her favorite store for more pastel goth outfits next week, too. Once her father marries in, they might turn it into a weekly thing.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Pretty Saviour

Dick Grayson x Metalhead!Reader

wc: 1.2 K summary: You save Nightwing and Batman one night in a close call, being stuck with Dick forever warnings: fluff, none, no y/n used a/n: (divider), i know that pic is probably overused but i'm still weak for it.

Ever since you‘ve spontaniously patrolled a new route in your neighbourhood and miraciously saved Nightwing and Batman, that blue bird has been attached by your hip. It‘s not like he annoys you, but sometimes you start to prefer the black bat rather than the overly happy-sunshine vigilante.

Like now, talking your ears off about his favourite band he used to listen to in his angsty teenage years. You don‘t interrupt him, not wanting to make him feel bad about getting some small facts wrong since that band is the most mainstream rock band you have ever seen and heard.

To avoid his constant yapping, you‘ve tried to change your patrol route completely, but it‘s no use. He always finds you and claims it‘s just ‚a lucky coincidence‘.

In reality, Dick has been completely smitten over you from the moment he saw you effortlessly take down several men in front of him who were about to kick his ass. You saved Batman‘s ass too, but he refuses to acknowledge either that fact or you.

Eventually, he continues to talk on and on about that super-cool and ultra-heavy band, really just making you smirk in amusement. There is no need for music at work when you have a walking podcast following you around and helping you take down muggers together with insanely impressive acrobatic skills. You still wonder how his bones move like that, because there‘s no way a normal human being is capable of the same things he does.

But he is just as amazed by you at the same time, always staring as subtly as he can, wanting to take in every detail of your unique suit and accessories you wear with it. Yes, he never saw your face before, but he is in love. It‘s gotten to that point where even Alfred awaits you for dinner any day.

At the moment, he is crouching down beside you at the edge of the rooftop, keeping watch over a troublesome area in this part of the neighbourhood. He glances at you every so often, finally catching a glimpse of your ear under your shagged hair. Dick keeps his eyes on the shiny piercings, eyes widening once he spots the stretched earlobe. It‘s not much, but adds an even extremer look to everything else.

»Woah, you have stretched ears?«

You share a glance at him, tucking some hair behind your ear for him to see better.

»Just noticed?«

He gives you a goofy smile in return and reaches up to lightly touch it, admiring the plug you have in it. It‘s shiny in the moonlight, seeing the spiral design on it. Dick smiles softly at it, keeping his eyes on you while poking it gently.

»Cool.«

He sounds like an amazed child who sees the ninja turtles for the first time. It‘s amusing and also flattering to know that someone as big and strong thinks you are cool.

The patrols always have some kind of routine between the two of you. You both take a break at some point, making him discover another small detail about you and asking questions for the rest of the few hours. He has also learnt about the bands you listen to from your various pins and patches on your vest, listening to some of their songs once he gets back home. Just to expand his music taste and playlist, of course.

But he won‘t lie; he loves every single detail and fact about you, likes how casual you are when explaining new stuff to him, or gets into your element if he luckily asks you about an interesting topic. Like, the evolution of the emo and metal scene throughout the years. It‘s as if you get even more passionate talking about those than beating and locking up criminals.

Dick has learned a lot from you already, considering himself an expert at this point because of how detailed you explain certain topics and bands to him. Even his brothers know some stuff about certain bands because he can‘t stop talking about you around them. Every time you aren‘t around, he misses you a lot more than he‘d like. It‘s a shame you haven‘t exchanged any kind of socials or numbers because of your safety. This is one thing he is starting to hate every day more and more about you. The fact that he can‘t contact you in any way is humiliatingly sad.

And every once in a while, he gets you small gifts. Such as new pins of that one band you once mentioned to him, new ear plugs with a cool design, and silly stickers he knows you‘ll like.

You have a total of fifteen pins, four pairs of new gauges for your ears, and an endless amount of stickers because they‘re too easy to find. All from Dick, from the past month.

These gifts and the way he always listens and remembers details about your interests make you fall harder and harder for him. At first, you didn‘t really see the appeal of him. But now, hanging out with him unwillingly, has shown you just how cute and attentive he really is. You even got him a shirt of his own favourite band one day, and it seemed like he would drop down to one knee and propose at any moment. But he held himself back, he still has some self-control after all.

Once he noticed the new style in your hair, he really tried to think of ways on how to impress you in more ways than knowledge. He tried to convince Alfred to dye his hair blue, or at least get some stripes into it, but he refused, saying he shouldn‘t make impulsive decisions like that. But once Dick mentioned it‘s because you got these silly stripes and racoon tails in your hair, he teased him for the rest of the evening of his painfully obvious crush.

»I just like their style!«

»That‘s what you have been telling us for the past three months.«

And it went on with Dick showing you endless tricks and athletics, explaining the theory of each move and how to not break your neck while doing so. You are impressed by his skills, it feels like being children again, showing each other what cool stuff you know and are able to do, getting still impressed by the easiest and normal stuff.

You both go on bike rides together from time to time, competing sometimes as well. He is able to do wheelies, but that‘s a little too dangerous for you to copy.

Eventually, your friendship got really close after those three months of patrolling together and sharing knowledge with each other, of Dick making a fool of himself just to impress you in some way, and endless small gifts.

Despite everything, you‘re trying to keep it professional with him some way. But it doesn‘t help when he is using every single opportunity to touch or stay close to you. It‘s not like you are complaining, you secretly enjoy him being more touchy and sweet to you. You mostly mask it with being playful and pretending to not get the subtle hints he is dropping at you.

There‘s still some sort of trust you have to gain from him in order for you to reveal your identity to him, even when he is smart enough to find it out himself. But he won‘t do it, both in respect towards you and in hopes you will actually trust him enough some time to reveal yourself.

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a/n: an open ending, how original. anyway, hope you enjoyed it!!

[builtbybrokenbells]

Reaching New Heights

While under the impression that she has the house to herself, y/n enjoys some much needed alone time. Jake, planning on coming home to surprise her, walks himself straight into a whole new world.

Based off this request 🤍

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, virgin reader/losing virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), masturbating (f!receiving), simultaneous orgasm, multiple orgasm, very soft dom type beat, slight cockwarming if you squint, dry humping, touch of spit play, touch of voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, name calling, begging, very very sweet Jake ☹️, anxiety, fluff, swearing, talks of bad dating experiences, sorry if I miss any!

thank to the lovely anon who requested this! sorry for all of my other requests waiting, I promise I’m getting there! I had an idea like this already sitting in the drafts, so when I saw this request I had to write it! I hope this is what you were looking for, and I do apologize for this basically just being pwp. As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! 🤍 (extremely lightly edited)

Intimacy, especially in the sexual context, had always been a touchy subject for you. It wasn’t because of any moral dilemmas, nor because of bad past experiences. You weren’t saving yourself for marriage, and you did not value your virginity as a ‘virtue’. You simply chose not to engage because you had never met anyone who you believed was right for you. You had plenty of dates and failed talking stages with men who only ever seemed interested in getting in your pants, but you had never met someone who seemed interested in you beyond anything sexual. You wanted to explore, to test your own limits and discover yourself with another person, but you could not bring yourself to undress for someone who only wanted (and planned) to leave after the fact.

You were comfortable with your own routine, and after a while it seemed more likely that you would remain a virgin until your hair turned gray and you were sat in a nursing home. At first, it bothered you, but then it became the most normal part of your life. You would rather keep to yourself than give away a part of you to someone who would not appreciate it. Most people weren’t interested in dating once you specified that you would not put out on the first date, and to you, that was okay; they weren’t worth your time or effort. Life was simple without anyone else empeding on your routine, anyway.

Then, one fateful day at a lovely, locally owned music store, you found yourself in front of someone who changed your world entirely, flipping it on its axis and throwing your whole life off course. You had (literally) run into him when you were least expecting it; he had stepped in front of you as you were bustling to the counter to pay for your handful of vinyl records. He apologized profusely, landing a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you were steady on your feet and he hadn’t hurt you. You were too enthralled in the beauty of his face to comprehend the words he was speaking, anyway. His long brown hair hung down to frame his face, and his warm, chocolate coloured eyes seemed to be staring straight into your soul. His smile was inviting, and his charm was unexplainable. He’d made you fall for him without even trying.

Once you managed to overcome your nervous staring, you forced a smile and assured him you were alright. He introduced himself, hesitant to believe you were telling the truth, and insisted on buying your records for you as an apology. After a drawn out back-and-forth argument, he eventually managed to convince you that it was the only apology he would allow for himself. Before you ventured to the counter, you took interest in the specific guitar he was fawning over on the wall. After explaining the details to you, you were left feeling disappointed at the prospect of having to part with him once you stepped out the door.

He ended up buying your records, and the guitar hanging on the wall, but he didn’t seem to want to let you leave without anything more, either.

So, instead of going your separate ways, you ended up at a diner just down the street, sharing lunch and getting to know each other as best as you could in the limited time you had. Laughs were plentiful and fulfillment was felt from all sides. Jake Kiszka was the man you had been waiting for, someone who saw you as a person, not just something to fuck. He was interested in every small detail, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. He was a bit shy, and very nervous, but he was sweet, kind, and he took your breath away. When you left the restaurant, you had a new found excitement for life, and a phone number in your contact list that would now be called on the daily.

At first, the relationship was built slowly and carefully. The two of you started as friends, texting each other regularly and trying your best to discover all of the intimate details about each other. Then, when you guys built up enough courage, you started going on small dates; movie nights, dinner dates, Sunday afternoon drives… you wanted to do anything and everything with him. He quickly became your closest friend and your most trusted confidant. You spent so much time together that it was almost strange not being in the same place. Of course, eventually, his time to tour came around, and it threw your life so violently off track that it was nearly hard to function.

When he first told you, you tried to force a smile and pretend all was well, but he knew you better than that. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and the apprehension. You were both so head over heels for each other that it made it hard to think of anything else. All of the late night phone calls and evenings spent immersed in each other had finally resulted in something much bigger. You were in love, and you were terrified for him to leave you. You feared that once he was gone, he would find someone more exciting, more interesting. Little did you know, he was afraid of all the same things.

So, as you sat in his living room while he packed up the last of his things, he dropped a sly comment about you taking care of his place while he was gone, coming over and watering his plants, and even staying the night if you missed him too much. It was his indirect way of giving you a key to his house, and in turn, his heart. He slipped the spare key from his pocket, handing it over and giving you a smile. Before he went to the airport, you found yourselves confessing your hearts and kissing with tears running down your face. He asked you to be his girlfriend before he ever got on the plane.

Every night, when he was holed up in a different hotel room, he was calling you with excitement, unable to wait to tell you all about his day. It was a different kind of feeling, falling in love with someone without anything other than emotional connection. After a year of touring and only being home with you for a few days at a time, he was growing restless and more eager to be with you again. By the time he got home from traveling the world, he missed you so much that he rarely let you leave his side. Within a few months, your belongings were packed up and ready to be taken to his house, and not long after that, it was no longer just Jake’s house, it was yours, too.

When the two of you were together, it grew increasingly more difficult to navigate your lack of sexual experience. He was very affectionate, his hands always on you and kissing you whenever he could. You felt that he was getting frustrated with your rejections, and it forced you into a corner. You had to open up to him, to tell him the truth and that your avoidance was not because of him at all. You sat him down not long after the two of you moved in together, knowing that you should have confessed to him sooner, and fearful that it would change the way he viewed you.

But, almost as if Jake was put on the earth to challenge every single previous idea you had about men, he smiled and held you, expressing his gratitude that you were comfortable enough to share such things with him. He fell in love with you without sex, and that did not change anything for him. You were worth much more to him than that, and he wanted to make sure you knew it. He thanked you for telling him, and he apologized if he ever made you uncomfortable with his actions before your discussion. He promised that he would never push you, and you could take as much time as you needed to open up and explore that with him.

He was a dream come true, and after a few months, you could easily see that he was determined to stay true to his word. He didn’t once make you feel bad for wanting to wait a little longer, and he never pushed you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Soon after, you began to realize that Jake truly was the one for you, and that all of your previous fears were quickly becoming obsolete. He did not want you for sex; he loved you for your heart, and when you were ready, he would love you for everything else, too.

Even while you found yourself amidst heated make out sessions, and you could feel how much he wanted you, he never pushed you further. When you laid in bed, and he inevitably found his hands becoming more and more curious, he stopped himself before you even had to say anything. He looked the other way when you were getting changed, and even closed his eyes and left the room if he accidentally walked in on you in an awkward position. He was the epitome of patience and kindness, and the longer you watched him respect you in such a way, the harder you fell for him.

You made sure to thank him often, expressing your appreciation for his patience and his willingness to wait. He valued you so highly, and your comfort was always his top priority. Sometimes, you feared that if you made him wait too long, he would begin to lose interest, but every day he proved to you that he was in it for the long haul. He wanted to be with you, and it did not matter in which way. He loved you, and if waiting made you most comfortable, then he would wait forever for you. It quickly became apparent to you that he was the love of your life, and the prospect of sharing that part of you became more enticing every single day.

It was not like you didn’t want to have sex with Jake; if anything, you wanted it so badly that it made it hard to think of anything else sometimes. Once the fear faded away, it was replaced with awkwardness and uncertainty on the topic. You feared that because of your lack of experience, it would be disappointing for him. There were so many questions that you did not know the answer to, and they plagued you almost every time you thought about it. What if he thought you were stupid because you didn't know what you were doing? What if he wasn’t interested in you once you took your clothes off? What if you did nothing but embarrass yourself?

It was all too much sometimes, and you knew the best way to deal with it was to talk to him, but the topic was daunting for you, and it was embarrassing. It was something you knew little about, and it made you feel silly and even a little naïve. You didn’t know what you liked, and you certainly didn’t know how to do anything that he liked. You knew that with the patience that Jake had shown you, he would be nothing but kind in bed, and he would certainly help you figure everything out, but it was so scary to think about, and it was easier for you to avoid it. You were afraid of looking dumb, and the fear hindered you more than anything else. In the time you spent with him, it became more clear that Jake was what you’d been waiting for the whole time, but now you were facing a whole new challenge; being vulnerable enough to let him show you the ropes.

Every so often, curiosity got the best of you, and you let your eyes linger on him a little too long when he was shirtless, and an unfamiliar feeling would blossom in your stomach. He would move a certain way, or his hand would move a little too far up your thigh, and you would be plagued with temptation to touch him. He would wear certain clothes that would drive you crazy when you looked at him for long enough, and it was becoming harder to ignore every single day. He was what you wanted, and it was so difficult to feel that way when you felt paralyzed at the thought of progressing any further. Jake was driving you crazy, and he wasn’t even doing it intentionally; he was just existing, and that was enough to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Like when he would stretch, and a peek of his tanned stomach would be visible, showing you his treasure trail and a slight hint of a v-line, or when he was sleeping so soundly and turned on to his side to pull you to his chest. The feeling of his body against yours was intense, and the longer he held you to him, he more turned on he would get. An ache would begin between your legs as he slept soundly behind you, his erection pressing into your ass. He wouldn’t even realize it, but he would pull you closer to relieve the ache and give him some much needed friction. You would let it play out; you enjoyed it so much, but you could not seem to voice that to him while he was awake. When he woke and realized the extent of his actions, he apologized profusely while you continued to imagine what it would be like if he kept going, pulling your shorts down just enough to give himself access to you.

You imagined what it would feel like as he rested himself against your entrance, speaking softly in your ear as he talked you through it. How he would put his fingers in his mouth, collecting enough spit to lubricate them before his hand drifted between your thighs. You wondered what it would feel like for his fingers to be tracing around your clit instead of your own, how excited he would be just from touching you alone. Your skin tingled at the thought of his rough fingertips gently working at you as he whispered encouragement in your ear, eventually working you up enough to add his cock to you, too. The picture of him being inside you was too much to bear, and just the thought of feeling so close to him was intoxicating. You had to force a smile on your face while apologized, assuring him you were alright while you thought of all of the filthy things that he could be doing to you. You wanted it so bad, but when you finally found enough courage to ask that of him, the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

When he would leave for errands, or when he would go to work in the mornings, you would think back on the incidents that caused the flutter in your belly. The longer you focused on it, the more uncomfortable you became. You would work yourself up to the point of no return, and you would have to relieve yourself before Jake got back. In your shared bed, you would let your hand slip between your legs as you thought of all of the things Jake did to you without even knowing it. It wouldn’t take long until you were a mess, muttering his name as you reached a climax that was stronger than any you’d ever felt before.

It was almost routine, now. You were so needy that every time Jake stepped out for a moment, you would have to take the time and get yourself off. It was the only way you could keep up with the temptations without having to open up to him about it. He would come home, and you would smile and kiss him as if your fingers hadn’t just been playing with your own cunt while you imagined it was him doing it, instead.

This small ritual was exactly what happened on that specific day; you had grown so comfortable with it that when Jake left for the studio in the morning, you couldn’t wait to finish your household chores so you could cut straight to the point. You kissed him goodbye, wishing him a good day, and watched as he walked to his car, guitar case in his hand as he blew a kiss to you over his shoulder. The jeans he was wearing were tight, hugging every inch of his legs and showcasing every small detail to you. The denim sat nicely over his ass, and unfortunately for you, every other part of him that you tried your best not to think about. His shirt was old, the button up beginning to fray at the sleeves and the fabric becoming thin and worn. He had the last two buttons done, but left the top open as always. The soft, tanned skin of his chest made your mouth water and your stomach twist with desire. You did not know how much longer you could hold yourself back.

He got in his car and drove away, but you stayed at the door, watching the now empty space for a moment longer while you collected your thoughts. You were so worked up that your cheeks were burning and your heart was thudding dramatically against your chest. You forced yourself to shower, taking some extra time to shave and really make yourself feel good. You did the dishes, and you grabbed something to eat, and you wondered if you might be able to curb the urge that day. Once you were away from him and busy with other things, the need seemed so much smaller.

As you sat down to eat, you knew that it was absolutely impossible to ignore such a feeling, because the minute your mind was left without a distraction, Jake was the only thing it wanted to focus on. You forced your lunch into you, remembering that Jake said his day at the studio might be a little longer than the last. You had ample time to really draw the whole experience out, so that’s what you did. When you made it to your bedroom, you knew you had about an hour until he was home again. You took off your clothes, put on some music, only quietly so you could hear if the front door opened, you turned off the lights, and you laid on his side of the bed. You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you remembered the morning the two of you spent together. It started sweet, like always.

You woke up with Jake next to you, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the sheets as the soft sounds of his snores filled your ears. You looked back over your shoulder at him, smiling as you admired the peaceful expression on his face. He was shirtless, as always, only a pair of boxers on as the comforter covered up his lower half. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and his stomach, too. You knew you shouldn’t have looked for so long, because the longer you stared, the more curious you became. You reached out, settling your hand on his stomach gently, a little lower than you usually would. You let your fingers drift over the skin, sending a light tickle through him. He tensed slightly at the feeling, but did not wake. After a few seconds, he woke up just enough to realize it was you touching him.

He moved onto his side, draping an arm over your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Every morning went the same, and you looked forward to it every day. He guided you into him, resting your back against his bare chest. His warmth was comforting, and you wished to live in the moment forever. His hand that was wrapped around you drifted underneath your shirt, resting on your stomach as he brought you even closer to him. The curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips and his nose was brushing against your shoulder. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on it. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes. He seemed more awake than he usually was, but not completely aware.

You brought your hand under your shirt, too, resting it on top of his own. Once you felt like he’d drifted off to sleep again, you guided his hand upwards even further, so it was resting on your rib cage just below your breast. You wanted to take it further, but instead, you pushed your ass back into him a little. In his sleepy state, the small feeling prompted a physical reaction. His breathing quickened, but he didn’t move any further. For a moment, you had to question if he was awake too, or if he was stuck in a dream about the exact position you were laying in. His rough fingertips against your skin was intoxicating, and you needed more, but you were too afraid to wake him and tell him so.

You moved your hips against him again, feeling his fingers tighten against you. His knuckles brushed against the underside of your breast, and even in a sleeping state, he could recognize that feeling from anywhere. On his own, he moved his hand up further, cupping it in his palm as his head nuzzled further into your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and that familiar feeling began to pulse in the pit of your stomach. His grip grew stronger, and for a moment, you really did believe that he was awake. His thumb drifted over your hardened nipple, causing your hips to move against him again.

You could feel his erection growing against you, becoming more noticeable as each second passed. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the ache begin to make itself known. Your breathing sped, and your heart pounded against your chest. His hand stayed on your chest for only a moment until a small noise escaped him, his own need showing even while he was asleep. His hand traveled down your body, landing on your hip as he pulled you back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep yourself quiet. You bit down on your lip, scared to make a sound in case he woke and the moment ended.

His fingers held you tightly as he pulled you back on to him, his cock painfully hard as his hips moved against your ass. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, and you could only imagine that he was feeling the same type of desperation amidst his dreams. Then, as your heart raced, you heard him whisper your name so delicately that a shiver ran down your spine. He wasn’t just dreaming of sex; he was dreaming of you.

Instead of focusing on what came after, when he woke up with embarrassment written in his features and apologies on his tongue, you pretended what it would be like if you had the courage to tell him to keep going. As you thought of it, you let your hand slip between your thighs. You were already aching for relief, your arousal pooling and showing you just how bad you needed him. You let your middle finger begin tracing slow circles around your clit as your mind clung to thoughts of Jake and just how much you wanted him to take care of you.

You imagined his dark eyes growing heavy as he woke, apologizing being the last thing on his mind. You imagined the desperation in his movement as his fingers dipped below your shorts, moving back from you only for long enough to pull them down over your ass. You thought about how good it would feel to have his hand drift to your cunt, relieving the ache that he’d become so good at causing. You didn’t want him to ask if it was okay, or for any type of permission. You wanted him to have you however he wanted, and you would just be thankful that he was giving you anything at all.

“How does that feel, Angel?” He asked, his voice raspy and rough from sleep as his fingers trace around your aching clit. “Does that feel good? Is this what you want?”

“F-fuck, yes, Jake.” You whine, moving your hips forward to meet his hand, so needy and he barely even touched you yet.

“Just want me to take care of you, baby? Need me to show you how good I can make you feel?” His normally sweet and doting personality was gone, replaced with an animalistic desire after waiting so long to have you. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass, still aching to be touched. He needed you so bad that it was impossible to hide it. “You know I’ll always take care of you, sweet girl… give you anything you want.”

“Y-you, Jake. I want you.” You pleaded, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You wanted him so badly, and you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He crooned, the sound of your desperation sending a shiver down his spine. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” you plead, feeling your stomach twist with pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his tone resembling a growl. He drew his hand from you, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on it and stroking himself for a few moments. He moved his hips forward, resting the tip of his cock against your entrance. “How bad do you want it, sweetheart.” His low tone settled deep in your bones, making your entire body quiver.

“So bad, Jake. I need you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel him push inside of you.

You worked yourself up to the point of absolute desperation. You felt like you were on the brink of insanity, your skin was on fire and your mind was a mess with thoughts of the boy you were so in love with. You were so deep in the fantasy that you could feel it, as if he was in front of you, touching you and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You were sweating, your heart racing and your stomach twisted into knots. You needed to let go, but more than that, you needed him.

Little to your knowledge, Jake was unlocking the front door, a sneaky smile on his face as a bouquet of flowers was held tightly in his hand. He’d been planning this all week; coming home from the studio early to surprise you, just to see the look on your face. He’d been working more often than usual as of late, and he felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with you. He’d specifically told you he’d be later than he actually would be, just so he wouldn’t ruin the element of shock. When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he expected to be greeted by you soon after. His confusion grew as he looked to the kitchen and did not see you there. Next, he checked the living room, wondering if you were curled up on the couch reading a book.

When he couldn’t find you there, he figured the only other place you would be is the bedroom. Your car was outside, and you hadn’t mentioned having to run any errands that day. He took to the stairs, wondering if you decided to take a nap or watch a movie in bed. As he climbed to the top of the stairs, he noticed the soft drift of music through the door. He smiled to himself, knowing he would find you wrapped up in blankets and dozing away the day. He could curl up next to you, holding you close while you slept, and maybe even fall asleep beside you. As he reached the door, he was about to reach out and turn the knob, but he froze in his tracks.

An unfamiliar, incredibly enticing sound reached his ears. It was muffled, barely heard over the speaker and through the closed door, but he caught it. Instead of interrupting, he waited and listened, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. He moved his head closer to the door, nearly pressing his ear against the hollow wood as he strained to hear, trying to piece together the situation.

You were so lost in your own little world that you did not hear the door open downstairs, nor did you hear his footsteps in the hallway. You were so close to an orgasm that not much could distract you from it. Your eyes were shut, your breathing labored as you pictured how softly his hands would drift over the curves of your hips, and how intoxicating his tongue on your skin would feel. You thought of the sweet words rolling off his tongue, the imaginary praise and encouragement driving you even closer to a climax. He would be so sweet, so attentive and caring, and you knew he’d make you feel better than you ever had before. You couldn’t help it, the moans falling from your lips were obscene and his name was delicately mixed within them as if he was in there with you, causing the pleasure himself.

He listened carefully, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the sound of pleasure stuck on your lips. Desire filled him, running all the way from his throat down to his stomach. It made his chest burn and his skin tingle with excitement. In an instant, he’d forgotten about the romantic gesture and the flowers in his hand; he was only focused on wanting to be the reason those sounds were laced around your tongue. He didn’t want to interrupt, and he feared that if he opened the door, he would embarrass you to death. He worried about overstepping, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the sounds were so beautiful that it made his head spin. He tried to force himself to stop listening, fearing he was breaching your trust and invading your privacy, but he couldn’t will himself to walk away.

He was growing increasingly frustrated as he stood and listened, his heart pounding against his chest and his whole body aching with desire. He could feel himself growing more turned on, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans as his own desperation became stronger. He palmed himself through the fabric, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew he should walk away, leave you alone to finish up and go take care of his own problem. It was the right thing to do, and he knew that, but the idea of you touching yourself, possibly to the thought of him, was so enticing.

Just as he thought he could find the strength to walk away, he heard the sound, so gentle and loving that he could not withstand it any longer.

“Oh god, Jake.” You whined, the sound floating through the door and settling deep in his chest. “Jake…”

It was too much for him. His hand shot out, clasping around the doorknob as he gently pushed it open. The light flooded the room, illuminating you laying so intimately on his side of the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, blotchy with red patches. A thin layer of sweat had formed over your body, only making you all the more beautiful to him. Your lips were parted, his name still caught on your tongue as your hand was settled between your legs, working intently at your cunt. Your head turned to the side, your eyes wide with shock as you tried to process the sudden change in the situation. You were so caught up in pleasure that your hand didn’t even move away from your clit as you locked eyes with him.

Suddenly, your brain seemed to catch up with the situation, and embarrassment began to take over. You panicked, scrambling to move your hand away and cover yourself with the blanket, but he took a step closer and shook his head, speaking lowly to you.

“Don’t be shy, Angel.” He rasped, looking down over you with dark eyes. The man before you seemed to be a stranger, nothing like he was in the morning before he left, but in the best possible way. The calm, domineering tone was so different, but it was fantastic all in the same. He looked down at you, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he stood over you at the foot of the bed. The desire he’d been holding back for so long seemed to be coming to the surface. He couldn’t help himself, and a part of you was thankful for it. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. You can put on such a good show.” His eyes lingered over your face, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable. Instead of discomfort, you seemed curious, excited, even.

And you were. You didn’t intend for the situation to turn into this, but perhaps it was the best possible outcome. You had been so afraid to have sex with Jake, and for reasons that were completely irrelevant. He was the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with, and someone you wanted to share this part of you with, too. Him walking in on you allowed you to avoid the awkward conversations and nervous stuttering, because you were already worked up to the point of no return. This made the part you were dreading so much easier, and the look in his eye made you feel foolish for ever thinking he wouldn’t love your body just as much as he loved your heart. Something in his expression told you that he would give you all of the direction you needed if you allowed him to do so.

Slowly, you pushed the blanket away from your body, returning your hand to its earlier position. You continued holding his gaze as you brought your middle finger back to your clit, tracing slow circles while he gave you a smile of satisfaction.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m gone all day?” He asked, his tone low and gravelly. He was so overcome with lust that it was impossible to think of anything else. “As soon as I leave, you come up here and play with that pretty little cunt, without me?” His expression was stern, his jaw tense as his teeth clenched together. You could see his cock strained against his pants, and the fact that he was really standing before you rather than existing in your imagination was making the pleasure all the more intense. His words were filthy, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to scare you. You’d been fantasizing about words like that coming from his mouth since the first day you met him.

“Y-yeah,” you nod, stuttering slightly. He didn’t care, nor did he notice, anyway. Your embarrassment was growing smaller with every passing second, and the desire in his eyes made the whole thing seem less terrifying. To see him want you so badly made your stomach twist into knots. He gave you a small smile at the word, happy to see that you weren’t shutting him out. The small expression was enough encouragement for you to keep going.

“Do you think of me, Angel?” He asked, his gaze flickering down to your hand, working carefully to build yourself back up to an orgasm. “Do you wish that I was here doing it, instead?” He asked, reaching one hand down to his cock, adjusting himself in his pants to make it more comfortable while he watched. Your eyes were fixated on his hand, cheeks red at the thought. You wanted to see more, but you weren’t sure what to do next. You were so out of your comfort zone, but something about being able to do it with Jake made it all the more easier. “Come on, baby. Talk to me.” His voice was softer, now, showing you that he was willing to help you through it.

“I-I do,” you nod, catching his eye again. Somewhere in his pupil, he was trying to tell you that it was okay, and you believed it.

“You want to show me what you do when I’m not here?” He asked, gauging your comfort level with his questions.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe, nodding again. He gave you another smile, licking his lips slightly. To see him look at you in such a way was almost too much to resist. Instead of jumping straight into it, you let him talk you through it, slowly and steadily.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Just like that.” He said, watching as your hand worked at your cunt. “Then, once you finish, maybe I can show you what it’s like when someone else does it for you.” He posed it like a statement, but he was asking for permission. He needed to touch you so badly, but only if you wanted him to.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, excited at the thought. You were already so close to the edge, spending the last half an hour working yourself up to a climax. The intrusion slowed down your progress, but definitely did not stop it completely. As you finger drifted over your clit, your stomach was burning with the familiar feeling, but it seemed so much more intense than before now that he was watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the pull of pleasure again, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” He said, but it was strained. He wanted to be the one driving you crazy, and it was nearly torture having to watch you and not touch you. You try to hold your moans back, scared to embarrass yourself, but he thought that your state was all but shameful. He thought you were gorgeous, and he felt so lucky to be able to see you like this at all. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, sweet girl.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to the bed. “Don’t be shy with me.” At his permission, your lips parted and a soft moan filled the air. The sound alone nearly drove him to insanity. He watched you carefully, noticing as the muscles in your stomach tensed with every wave of pleasure. He wanted to remember the way you looked in that moment forever.

You were so close to an orgasm, and the desperation was evident in your movements and your voice. He needed it like the starving needed food, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He leaned down over you on the bed, letting his hand drift over your exposed thigh, the touch light but electric.

“Fuck, Jake.” You expressed your thoughts, feeling the pleasure pulsing under your skin and throughout your entire body.

“Look at me, baby.” He said, wanting you to open your eyes. You did as he said, catching the warm brown of his irises and feeling the warmth flood you. Your breath caught in your throat, and your muscles constricted. You were so close, and him looking at you in such a way made it all the more intense. “Let go,” he hummed, giving you a smile. His eyes were heavy and his chest was heaving with every breath. “Come for me, Angel.” And you did, your limbs trembling as the pleasure took hold. You’d never felt like that in your entire life, and it was so intense that it made your head spin and your chest burn. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such a way, but as you looked into Jake’s eyes, you knew it was all because of him. “That’s my girl.” He sighed, leaning down and pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The feeling made you melt into his touch, his lips so delicate against your warm skin. You wanted more; suddenly, your own hand wasn’t enough. You needed him to do it for you, to feel what it was like when he touched you. You reached down, cupping his cheek in your hand as you let your thumb drift over his cheek. He hummed against you, still focused on the feeling of your thigh against his mouth. The longer he left them there, kissing a trail upwards, the sloppier he became. He sucked light marks into the delicate skin as his hand found your hip, pulling you down on the mattress towards him. He wanted you to feel admired, to know how strongly he felt for you. He wanted you to know that the situation did not have to be scary, and he only wanted to make you feel good. He was there for you, and his pleasure came second to all of your needs.

You watched him as he did all he could to showcase his admiration. You were still aching to be touched, the orgasm you had given yourself long gone and barely enough to keep you satisfied. You needed to feel him, you needed him to bring you to such pleasure, and you couldn’t believe you waited so long to feel him like this.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” He asked, looking up to you with his eyes nearly closed from the weight of lust in his stare.

“Yeah, I am.” You assured him. “I’m… I'm okay.”

“You tell me if you need me or want me to stop, okay?” He ordered, settling on his stomach between your legs. “Even if you just want me to slow down… I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” You hummed a response of agreement, but he didn’t move any further. “I need to hear the words, honey.”

“I will, Jake. I promise.” He gave you a soft smile, looking over your face to search for any discomfort. When he saw only excitement, he brought his own hand between your legs. Carefully, he brought his fingers to you, gathering your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to your clit. The feeling was foreign, but as soon as his fingers landed on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the unfamiliarity quickly became obsolete. His rough, calloused fingertips moved slowly over you as his eyes stayed on your face. It was immediately pleasant, way more so than your own hands doing the work.

“How’s that, Angel?” He hummed, his eyes flickering down to his hand that was working at you. His mouth watered from the sight, but he held himself back from going any further until you were comfortable.

“S-so good.” You whined, looking down at his face. The sight of his eyes fixated on your cunt made your stomach burn with desire. All of the fear you felt before was gone; you should have known better than to think Jake would view you as anything other than gorgeous.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, looking back up at you.

“Yes, please.” You breathed, nodding at him. He gave you a smile, adding a little more pressure to his thumb. The sensation caused you to move your hips down on his hand, searching for more. He kept the pace for a moment, before sliding his thumb in place of his middle finger. He rested his middle and index finger against your entrance, waiting to see your reaction before doing anything else.

“Is this okay?”

“G-god, yes.” You nodded, still sensitive from your first orgasm. Everything he was doing felt fantastic, and you never wanted him to stop. Before going any further, he leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from his lips to his fingers, making sure that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for you. You watched, feeling a flutter of emotion rush to your core at the sight. He gave you a small smirk, noticing the reaction. Slowly, he added one finger first, wanting you to grow comfortable with the feeling before going any further. Once he knew you were alright, he added a second.

“There you go, beautiful.” He smiled, noticing your eyebrows furrow with pleasure as a moan fell from your lips. Gently, he pumped his fingers into you a few times, spitting on his hand once again to lubricate them further. “God, you have no idea how much I thought about doing this.” He muttered, more to himself than you.

“Y-you… you think about this?” You asked, your cheeks turning red at the thought.

“Think about it?” He nearly scoffed. “Baby, I dream about it.” He corrected, curling his fingers upwards slightly as his thumb brushed over your clit. You let out a sharp breath, the feeling unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant. “I think about making you feel good, and about how pretty I knew you would look while you cum…” he trailed off, driving himself crazy at his own words. “About how good you’d taste, and how good you’d feel…” he cut himself off, realizing he might be too obscene for you at the moment. You looked down at him, almost as if you were pleading with him to keep going. The knowledge that he thought about you the same way you thought about him made your heart skip a beat. “How good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He finished, stronger and more confident. He could feel your walls clench around his finger at the sound of his words.

“I think about you, too, Jake.” You confessed, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back on the pillow. The pleasure was more intense than anything you’d felt before, and his words were making it all the more satisfying.

“Yeah? You think about me touching you like this?” He paused his thoughts, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Such a dirty little thing.” He teased, smiling up at your blushed face. “I love it.” He made sure that you knew that more than anything else. “How does this feel, gorgeous?”

“It feels so good, Jake.” You assure him, hoping that he won’t stop.

“Can I try something?” He asks, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses into your thighs.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You nod, unsure of what he had in mind, but trusting him more than anything.

“M’gonna use my mouth, okay?” He said, scanning your face. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, excited at the prospect.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay Angel?”

“Okay.” You nod, your eyes fixated on him as he moved closer to your heat. He moved his thumb from your clit, but you barely have time to mourn the loss before his mouth was on you and his tongue was doing the work, instead. “Oh, fuck.” You whine, reaching down and tangling your hand in his hair. The feeling was more intense, and definitely more powerful. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue was like heaven, and so unlike anything you’d felt before. He barely started and you could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers. You were bordering another orgasm, and you weren’t sure how much you could take before you let go.

His tongue moved carefully, but with intent. It drifted over your clit, savoring any bit of arousal still left on you. His eyes were closed as his hips moved down on the mattress, the friction barely relieving the ache of his cock, but making it a little more bearable. Your breathing was shallow, and the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair was driving him crazy. He pumped his fingers into you as his tongue worked at you, curling his fingers slightly every time he re-entered. The different types of stimulation was not overwhelming, but just enough as they worked together to push you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whined. He hummed against you, showing you how much he was enjoying the sound. The vibration ran through you, tightening the knot in your stomach. You were so close, and your skin was tingling with pleasure. “I think… think m’gonna cum, baby.” You warned. He did not pull away, instead he made his movements more pronounced, needing it more than he needed anything more in his entire life. Your mind was flooded with desire for him, and you could only whimper his name.

He was making you feel better than you ever had before, and you were so in love with him at that moment. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be doing this with, and you felt so comfortable and loved. He adored you, and he was coaxing you so gently to a climax that it was hard to feel any fear or anxiety about it. He was so gentle and kind, his touch soft and his words sweet. He wanted you to get the most out of it, and more than anything, he wanted to make your first time special. He waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, he was doing everything in his power to make sure you enjoyed it.

The orgasm washed over you hard, making your legs shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Your fingers tightened around the stands of his hair, and you moaned his name as the pleasure took over. The obscenities falling from your lips painted the walls, burying the memory in the room until the end of time. You felt so good that you forgot how to breathe, and your head felt light. As the intensity died down and you relaxed against him, he began to taper his movements off until he came to a complete stop. As you caught your breath, he pulled back from you and looked up at your face. His eyes were heavy, and lust was hanging thick in the air. He needed you, and he did not have to say it aloud; you could feel it.

As he straightened up, his chin was glistening in the dim light, your orgasm lingering on his skin to remind you of the moment. “How was that, beautiful?” He asked, his voice husky. Your mind was still hazy as you admired his face, watching as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“So, so good, baby.” You sighed, giving him a lazy smile.

“You want to keep going?” He asked, standing from the bed. You admired him, shirtless and standing over you. Your head was swimming with joy and your skin was ablaze with desire for him. You made it this far, and you wanted to go all the way. You were more than ready to take the step with him, especially after he was so caring and loving with you just moments before.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, giving him a smile. He returned the expression, slowly undoing his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops. His discarded it on the floor, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You felt like you were holding your breath as you waited for him to undress, feeling excitement begin to build within you. He slipped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side. Then, he looked at you, making sure you were okay before he took off his boxers. He saw the admiration in your eyes, and it made his stomach flutter with adoration.

“You want me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his jaw tense as he watched you look at him in wonder.

“Yes, please.” You nod, waiting for him to advance further. He gave you a soft smile, pulling off his boxers and throwing them to the side. When he straightened up, your breath caught in your throat. He was stunning. The discreet toned muscles in his abdomen that were so often hidden by clothes took your breath away. The soft v-line leaning down from his hips was delicious, and you could feel the arousal begin to grow once more. When he stepped closer, the light seemed to shine on him a little more. You could see all of him, and he was breathtaking.

His cock was painfully hard, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum, and it was so enticing. Seeing all of him was something so special, and you almost regretted not doing it sooner. He kneeled before you on the bed, settling between your legs as he smiled down at you. “Hi, gorgeous.” He hummed, his expression sweet and his eyes showing you nothing but love.

“Hi,” you grinned, feeling excitement overtake all of the anxiety. He reached to the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” He said. You did as he told you, and he slid the cushion underneath you. “Should make it a little more comfortable.” He promised, leaning down and bracing his arm beside your head. He gave you a stupid smile that told you how enthusiastic he was. You couldn’t help but smile back, finding his joy infectious. He leaned a little further down, capturing you in a kiss. You melted into the feeling, so relieved at the comfortable and familiar feeling after so many new sensations. You closed your eyes, cupping his cheek in your hand to hold him to you. You wanted to live in the moment with him forever.

He didn’t rush you, kissing you softly for as long as you needed. It was messy, but it was beautiful. His teeth pulled your bottom lip between them, teasing you slightly. You smiled against him, finding the playfulness soothing. “I love you, Jake.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you so much, Angel.” He whispers, looking down over your face. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world, you know that right?” Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t hold back your smile. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you.” You sigh, your chest aching with the amount of love you have for him.

“Thank you for trusting me, y/n.” His voice is full of emotion now. The lust took the back burner, second to his love and appreciation for you.

“Thank you for being someone I can trust.” He smiled at your words, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours once more.

“Are you ready? If not, I can wait.” He assured you.

“I am.” You promised. “I’m ready.” He gave you another kiss, biting back another smile. He felt giddy with you, like it was his first time again, too. The strength in which he felt for you nearly brought him to his knees. He leaned back, looking down over your body with a look on his eyes you weren’t sure he’d ever seen before. It was so full of emotion that it made your stomach twist into knots. He spit into his hand, stroking himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked to you for approval, and you gave a slight nod of your head.

“It might be a little uncomfortable, so just tell me if it is, okay? Just want you to feel good, baby.”

“I will.” His concern with your pleasure was driving you crazy. He guided your legs around him and waited for a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind. When you said nothing, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The feeling was different, but not unpleasant. It took a moment to get used to it as he fully buried himself in you. He paused before moving any further, looking to see if you were okay. You couldn’t help but notice how full you felt, how well he fit with you, and how right it felt. You caught his eye, letting out a little sigh of satisfaction. The small sound nearly pushed him over the edge as he sat, completely still inside of you. His cock twitched slightly, the knowledge that you were enjoying him sending him feral.

“You want to wait, or do you want me to keep going?”

“Keep going, please.” You breathed, wanting more. He gave you a small smile, moving his hips ever so slightly. You tended slightly, adjusting to the feeling, but as he continued, it began to grow more comfortable. Soon after, prickles of pleasure started to ignite your skin. “Oh, Jake.” You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillow. “That feels… so good.” His jaw clenched at your words, thrilled at your enjoyment.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” He asked, reaching down and letting his fingers dust over your bare stomach. They trailed all the way to your chest as he cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His thumb toyed with your nipple, the small sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you breathe, nodding your head.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered to himself. “You feel so fucking good, angel. Doing so good for me.” Your walls clenched around him as he spoke, drawing him in further. He wasn’t moving very fast, but the feeling was more than enough. It was exactly what you’d been waiting for, even if you didn’t realize it before. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, unable to hold himself back any longer. ���Tell me if you need me to slow down, baby.”

“I will,” you moaned, feeling the intensity begin to build in your belly again. “God, Jake. F-faster, please.” You pleaded. He let out a groan, resembling more of a growl than anything else. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down towards him a little further. His thrusts sped, and he put a little more force behind his movements. He looked down, watching how your bodies fit together, feeling a whole new sense of desire as your hips met his with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, leaning down and pulling you into a kiss. He’d waited so long to feel you like this, and he was afraid he might not be able to hold himself back.

“Fuck, Jake.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. His hands on your hips felt so good, his fingers burning into you in the most intoxicating way. You felt better than you ever did before, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way. He was so enchanting, and everything he was doing was euphoric. You felt like you were melting into him, both of you becoming one as the fire burned in your hearts.

“Need you to cum for me one more time, angel. Just one more.” He pleaded, pulling you down on him as he thrusted into you. The angle he was hitting was intoxicating, pulling you in further with every move of his hips. His lips met your again in a heated kiss, your chests heaving as the intensity continued to consume you. Your stomach was twisted in knots and your forehead was glistening with sweat. Your whole body felt like it was ablaze with pleasure, and you needed more than he could give.

He pulled back from you, his hips still keeping a steady pace as his hand reached between you, circling around your clit once again. The second sensation to hold with a fervent appetite, consuming you entirely and making it impossible to think of anything else. His fingers on you and his cock filling you up was pushing you to euphoria, and your vision began to blur. Your mind was hazy as you tried to focus on his face, wondering how you got so lucky to be with someone so beautiful.

“You think you can give me one more, beautiful?” He asked, his voice shaking as he spoke. He was holding himself back to make sure you were pleased, but the idea of him being such a mess for you was driving you even closer to insanity. The most pleasurable part of the whole thing was knowing how good he felt, and how much he loved pleasing you.

“Y-yeah,” you managed a nod, looking up at him with desperate eyes. Your muscles were tightening as you tensed, preparing for the wave of pleasure about to wash over you. The burning in the pit of your stomach was familiar now, and you knew that he was the only one who knew how to get you there.

“Cum for me, baby.” He said, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with precision. Your legs locked around him began to tremble, and your breathing was ragged. You were so close, and you needed it. More than that, you needed him to cum at the same time.

“Cum with me, please.” You pleaded, admiring the look of pleasure twisting his expression. He let out a groan at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as his hair hung down over his face. You’d never seen Jake look so ethereal before, and it was driving you mad.

“That’s what you want, angel? That will make you happy?”

“Please, Jake.” You said, reaching up and clasping your fingers around his bicep.

“Anything for my girl,” he muttered, his head falling back as he let out a string of curses. He even made the obscenities sound beautiful. You watched as the columns of his neck tightened and his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, sweat dripping delicately down across his skin. Strands of hair stuck to the damp skin, framing him in a picture you wished to burn into your mind until the end of time.

The climax hit you hard, and you clenched around him, crying his name as you felt the pleasure fill you completely. He didn’t have time to nurture you through it, because at the same time, his orgasm washed over him. As you rode out the high, his hips stuttered and a breathy moan fell from his lips. He spilled his release inside of you, the feeling so addicting that it forced you into another wave of pleasure. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and after the intensity began to fade, Jake leaned down and wrapped you in his arms. Without withdrawing from you, he turned on his back and pulled you on top of him. With a giggle, you landed comfortably in his arms with a smile so wide it made your cheeks ache.

You rested your head on his chest, your skin still tingling with the ghost of your orgasm. You placed a kiss to the skin, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage. His hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling you slightly as he traced shapes into your skin. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and you didn’t need to; the whole world felt perfect.

“How was that, angel?” He asked, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. You grinned down at him, unable to put your thoughts into words. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great, Jake.” You assured him, leaning into the touch of his hand.

“You’re not hurt, are you? I wasn’t too rough?” His hand shot to your hip as he looked down, trying to see if he left any marks on you. He was panicking, worried that he hadn’t taken good enough care of you. The last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain.

“It was perfect, my love. It was better than I could have ever imagined.” You promised, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He relaxed against you, feeling better at the sound of your words.

“So… it was good? You… you liked it?” He said, his own nerves getting the best of him. You could feel him start to go soft inside of you, but neither of you cared to move. You laid together, smiling in bliss at the moment.

“It was phenomenal… I had a fantastic time.” You said, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Jake. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, beautiful.” He pulled your head down so he could place a kiss to your forehead. “It was my pleasure.”

“I do, though. Thank you for being patient, and thank you for caring enough to wait it out. And… thank you for making my first time so special. I’ve always been kind of… afraid, I guess, and you made it so easy.”

“I’m glad I could do that for you, angel. You’re my biggest priority, and I just want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable, and I want you to have a good time.”

“I had such a good time.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest again. “Do you… you think maybe we can do it again, soon?” His grip tightened on you as he let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, we can do it whenever you want. All you have to do is say the word.” He promised.

“I love you so much, Jake.” You whisper, pressing another kiss to his chest with a smile on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

[sitp-recs]

Can you recommend fics where harry thinks draco is up to something? thank you so much! I love this blog.

Sure thing, anon! A classic Drarry trope👌🏼I hope you enjoy these:

push and pull you down by @bonesliketambourines (E, 5k)

Harry's resigned himself to petty, inconsequential cases and no real connection to his job at the Auror department—after all, what else would he be doing with his time? He's not happy, not really, but that hardly matters. A chance encounter with a mostly-naked Draco Malfoy exposes him to an entirely different world, one much more colourful than the lonely one he currently occupies—but at what cost?

The Usual by @aibidil (T, 9k)

Harry finally tries the new magical coffee shop on Diagon Alley. A story in which Draco is Up To Something™ and Harry is going to get to the bottom of it, and to the bottom of that sixteen ounce to-go cup.

Operation Dragon's Shenanigans by @nv-md (E, 14k)

Harry's in love with Draco, but it's complicated. Even more complicated than 'I'm in love with my ex-archnemesis and I get dizzy every time I see him smile'. No matter that Harry's an Auror, and always loved a good mystery, he's still having trouble figuring Draco out. And he's the only one who can see that Draco isn't a regular human.

Sleight of Hand by @the-starryknight (E, 15k)

It’s another one of those horrid Ministry affairs, and the only interesting thing is twinkling from Draco Malfoy’s finger. Can you really blame Harry for being fascinated by the gorgeous emerald ring and those long, elegant hands, especially when he’s certain Malfoy is up to something?

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

The Regret Machine by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 15k)

Malfoy’s coming in to do fancy Legilimency work on Hermione’s mind healing machine. Harry’s his test subject—and he’s pretty sure Malfoy is still Up To Something.

Infuse With Affection, Enchant With Love by @bafflinghaze (T, 16k)

It starts with Draco making protective pendants for himself, his parents, and his friends, after the war. Something that would watch their backs—and their fronts—as people spat on them in the streets and hexed them in the alleyways. Draco gets better at it, does a course on it, and takes enough commissions for charmed jewellery that he eventually opens his own shop.

Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (E, 21k)

Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?

Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre (E, 21k)

Harry goes rogue investigating an illegal potion and ends up at Draco Malfoy's dodgy lab.

Tuxedo Angel by tryslora (E, 25k)

Harry and Neville are looking for the infamous Dragon Lily, a Dark witch active throughout Europe and Asia. Instead, they find the Tuxedo Angel, a beautiful witch performing in Rome. Harry quickly discovers that the Angel is not what she seems, and fights his attraction to her, while both he and the Angel are drawn into a web created by ancient magic that pulls them together, whether they are ready for it or not.

À Bon Chat by @oknowkiss (E, 35k)

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief.

measures of our days and nights by flimsy (E, 40k)

Draco returns to London to help the Ministry decipher a spell, but things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.

The Last Day We Ever Close Our Eyes by @firethesound (E, 43k)

When Draco Malfoy returns to the public eye by purchasing a run-down little antiques shop on Knockturn, Harry is convinced that he is up to something. It turns out that Harry is both very right and very wrong about that.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

The Star Splitter by @oflights (E, 219k)

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him.

[olsenmyolsen]

Hi lovely!! To answer your question about what I’d like to see in the future, first of all I just want to say that I am so so deeply glad you’ve started writing and sharing your work with us, I just think you are so so so good at writing and extremely original with each concept you come up with!! I get SO excited every time I see you’ve posted something!! Personally, my favorite fics to read are female reader with either Wanda or Natasha, or with wandanat. Hands down my most favorite fic you’ve written and that I find myself thinking about frequently is, ‘you have me for the night,’ like it is seriously mindblowingly amazing as a concept and the way you executed it!😍

My other favorites you have so kindly created and shared with us to enjoy include ‘ups and downs,’ I just can’t get over how fantastic your writing is and how funny and enthralling this story is. ‘Taste,’ simply had me in a chokehold with how hot it was and all the pining and sexual tension! Your vampire reader stories and ‘inspiration,’ are also some of my personal favorites from you.

I think I personally really like stories that have some pining and build up which you write soooo deliciously well.

I would also eat it up if you ever had any interest in a female reader and Wanda or wandanat fic with reader being a new avenger and a werewolf who discovers that Wanda (or wandanat) is her mate when she joins the team. Maybe Wanda (or wandanat) even doesn’t like reader much or doesn’t trust her when she joins so it’s like an enemies to lovers, lots of pining kind of situation.

To whoever requested this mooooonths ago, I am so so so so sorry it took me this long to complete it. I honestly started and deleted writing it like five different times. I just couldn't find the right plot in my head. But hopefully, you enjoy this <3 And I truly apologize if you're upset with some liberties I took and changed.

After Midnight

master list . maroon master list . dark master list

Yes loosely based on the Chappell Roan song :)

Monster AU (Female Werewolf Reader X Monster Hunters WandaNat)

Summary: For some time now, Wanda has had visions of you. She doesn't know who you are, but when her senses lead her and her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, to a club, they end up learning more about the world than they thought they knew.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Crowded Places, Monsters, References to Sex, Teeth, Biting, Lust

You danced in a dress that you wanted forever with red lipstick painted on your lips.

The poppy music swirled around you and through the club, as you drank and made quick friends with girls you knew wouldn't remember your name the next day.

Only the fact that your teeth sunk into their neck.

And the cry of pleasure that followed.

Regardless, with a smile, you danced and drank (as if you could even get drunk) and waited for the woman you had been dreaming of for the last few months.

A woman you knew belonged to you.

A woman who, like you, had been dreaming of someone she felt connected to.

You.

"Wanda, are you sure this is it?" Natasha Romanoff asked of her partner Wanda Maximoff as they arrived outside the club The Full Moon.

To say Natasha was annoyed would be an understatement. Her girlfriend Wanda had been having these dreams of an ethereal animalistic woman for months.

Wanda was open and honest about what she would see. Natasha almost wishes she wasn't.

Almost.

And yes, Natasha knew what she was experiencing was jealousy, but when her girlfriend says she "feels a connection" to this mysterious person, how else was she supposed to feel?

So, as the two of them entered the club, they both had their sights set on finding you. Whoever you were.

The second the pair of Monster Hunters enter the club, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your sense going off. Yet, through the bodies of people in the club, you can't locate them as quickly.

Especially in your human form.

With a sigh, you give your empty glass to a hammered girl with big boobs and glasses as you leave the dance floor.

You hope to find the two monster hunters faster this way.

However, across the club, as the rainbow lights bounce off everything around Wanda and Natasha, they also sense something is off. Wanda gives Natasha a quizzical look after they order their drinks.

A purple cocktail for Wanda and a beer for Natasha.

"You sense it?" Wanda asks. Natasha nods as her eyes are already scanning what she can see. "A monster on this side of town? This late into the month? I don't know." Natasha replied to Wanda, who picked up her cocktail seconds after it was delivered.

Wanda also looks around the spacious room. "See anything?" She asks Natasha, who shakes her head. The two of them are experts in their field. They should be able to snuff out who or what is breaking the laws set before them, but they can't.

On top of that, they're off the clock.

Natasha turns back to the bar and takes a sip of her beer. Wanda looks at her girlfriend. "Let's just focus back on finding this mysterious person and figure out why I'm drawn to them."

Once again, that option isn't as thrilling to Natasha, but she follows along. She loves Wanda and knows how much this means to her. "Okay." She says, grabbing Wanda's hand and following her to the dance floor.

You move from your sat postion at a table far too close to a speaker as you watch the way a redhead follows another woman hand in hand into the crowd of drunks on the lit-up floor.

"Gotcha." You whisper spotting the off the clock Monster Hunters silhouetted in black. You smile, knowing you like to have fun with these people regardless, but it is far too late into the night for them to do anything.

After Midnight.

In the middle of a sea of people, Natasha and Wanda slowly start to lose themselves to the indie pop hits of today, but just as Wanda goes to finish off her cocktail, she gasps. Natasha immediately notices and comes to her side. "What is it?"

A vision plays out in Wanda's head—a vision you also see.

You smirk as the vision dissapears in your mind. You finally figured out what these visions mean.

"What is it?" Natasha asks as Wansa looks up and around the place. "She's here." Natasha looks as well but stops when Wanda gestures towards you, making your way through the crowd.

Natasha freezes as she looks over you. You're, of course, gorgeous (something maybe Wanda didn't fully explain), and you're wearing a red dress that hugs your curves beautifully.

Natasha looks from you to Wanda, whose mouth is slightly apart, in awe. "It's you," Wanda says, making you tilt your head with a smirk.

"Aside from my visions... Where do I know her from?" You question yourself before you stand in front of the pretty pair of faces looking at you. "Hi!" You say it with a sultry tone, making Natasha blatantly roll her eyes. Something you find amusing. Something Wanda ignores as she brings her body closer to you. "Hi." She says it with a soft, almost too-quiet tone.

"So you're from my vision." You cut to the chase as you bring your body closer to the brunette. Ignoring the glares from the redhead. "And you're from mine," Wanda replies.

Natasha huffs as she interrupts the eye fucking going on. "Okay. Yes. You have dreams about one another. What does that mean?" Natasha not so subtly moves in between you and the brunette. You look from the girl with the soft expression to the one with raging red hair. "And you are?" You say, biting back a smirk.

Natasha hates your attitude, forcing herself to narrow her eyes. She thinks you're lucky she's using all her strength not to fight you right now. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. I'm this one girlfriend." She says, pointing back to the brunette.

You smile. "Girlfriend?" You ask, questioning the other woman, who nods. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff." She extends her hand and raises her voice above the club music. You gingerly take her hand and shake it. The action sends a jolt of electricity through the two of you. Making you smile even wider.

"What?" Natasha asks as she sees the look on your face.

"It's just you two don't know why you've been having these visions, do you?" Each person shakes their head at you. "Well... there's no easy way to say this." You look around. Maybe the middle of the dance floor isn't the best place. "Follow me." You say to them, not caring if Natasha wants to follow or not.

You knew Wanda would.

You paid off the bouncer to the VIP area and closed the door to a private room. "Oh, come on." Natasha groans, seeing the bed in the middle of the room. "I didn't know The Full Moon was this kind of place." Wanda quietly held in a laugh as her girlfriend squeezes her hand. Annoyed. "It's not like that, I promise." You say, gesturing between you and Natasha, ignoring the comment about the bed as you move in front of the girlfriends.

It was just there for people to have a good time consensually.

As you look from one face to the other, it clicks for you.

However, just to be sure, you lightly sniff the air in the room, and your senses instantly alert you to the presence of two Monster Hunters.

The ones in front of you. 

You can't help but shake your head and smirk.

Of course.

"You two don't seem to know much about this place." You say to Natasha mainly. She rolls her eyes again. "Look, just tell us the real reason we're here." You put your hands up in a fake surrender and walk over the bed. Sitting down on it before moving back ever so slightly. Your covered breasts and long tan legs perfectly make Wanda want more.

"Wanda is my mate." You come right out and say it, knowing it would throw the two of them for a loop.

Also laughing knowing that they're Monster Hunters. They weren't supposed to be able to mate with said Monsters.

Wanda stares at you wide-eyed as if she can't believe what she just heard. Even if it was the truth and not that far from unbelievable.

She has witches blood in her after all.

Natasha, on the other hand, can't fathom it. She laughs like it's a big prank and steps closer to you. "Mate? Yeah right. Okay. Quit messing around around. Tell us the real reason."

You squint your eyes at Natasha and lie down on the bed. Sighing. "That is the real reason." Natasha opens and closes her mouth before stumbling to say: "Only Monsters can have mates." Natasha looks at you and slowly backs up. Grabbing a stunned Wanda, the two of them move away from the bed. "If it's true, then you're a Monster. That's why we sensed something. It was you!"

You lift your head up slightly. "First correction. Monsters aren't the only ones who can have mates. And secondly, do I look like a monster to you?"

"I th-"

"I was asking Wanda." Natasha closes her mouth and looks at her girlfriend. Her gaze on the person on the bed. You. "I.. I don't think you look like a Monster."

"Wanda!" Natasha says, unable to believe what Wanda was saying. Or trying to say. "I'm a beauty, Nat. What can I say." You smirk before looking at Natasha and winking. 

Even before tonight, she was having trouble coming up with reasons to be here, but now she's really struggling.

Natasha looks from Wanda to you once more. "What are you?"

"Wanda's mate. Now I don't know-"

"What are you really!?" Natasha asks, not wanting to hear any more about you and HER girlfriend. "Tasha." Wanda quietly says as she pulls on Nat's hand.

Wanda understands Natasha's frustrations and anger, but to Wanda, you were attractive, and Wanda did want to know more. Being rude wasn't going to solve anything.

You slowly pull yourself up and off the bed. Standing several feet away from the two. "I'm a Werewolf." You say, a tad quieter than you had been all night.

Something Natasha and Wanda picked up on.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Natasha asks, looking for more answers. "Aren't the visions enough?" You reply, almost annoyed. Natasha shakes her head. "Prove what you are."

You roll your eyes and take steps closer to Wanda and Natasha. Neither woman moving away. They're intrigued. You lift your upper lip up so the Monster Hunters can see a large canine tooth form before going away.

"The closer it gets to a full moon, the harder it becomes to control my human form."

Silence rests between everyone.

"Funny name for a bar then, no?" Wanda breaks the tension with a joke that makes you laugh. A sound Wanda giggles at.

Natasha squeezes Wanda's hand and does her best not to smile as she looks at you. "So now what?"

"Well, you're not taking me in. I'll tell you that." You look from the green shimmer in Wanda's eyes. "We won't," Wanda says without missing a beat.

Natasha sighs. "We weren't going to anyways. It's after hours and... and now the situation's complicated."

Truthfully, Natasha didn't care if she saw you ever again. But the more Wanda hung around you, the harder it was to pull her back.

"You know..." Natasha speaks up. "We came here tonight with one goal in mind. To see who Wanda was sharing visions with. But now that she's supposedly your mate and all that... What happens?" Natasha swallows and looks from Wanda to you and back. "Because I'm not losing Wanda to you. Not tonight." Natasha shakes her head as her eyes sting. But she sniffles and holds back the tears.

The thought of Wanda not being with her is eating away at her.

"You don't have to lose Wanda." You smirked as you brought your body closer and closer to Wanda. Her soft eyes going from her girlfriend to you.

She doesn't want to lose Natasha either.

"You know..." You lift your hand, making Natasha step forward, but she stops when she sees you push some hair from Wanda's face. "Us Monsters or Werewolf's aren't like Seahorses." Wanda tilts her head as she lays your hand on her cheek, bringing your eyes to Natasha. "Mating doesn't end with one person. It's normal and what usually happens, but... it doesn't have to be."

You bring your gaze back to Wanda as she looks from you to Natasha. Both of them understand your words. "You wouldn't lose her, Natasha."

You're honest and surprisingly caring. At least that's what Natasha thinks of you now.

"What are you doing now?" Natasha asks as you lean forward and look at Wanda's skin—especially the beautiful place on her neck.

Wanda can sense what you're thinking. "She wants to bite me." Natasha widens her eyes and goes to push you away, but you quickly grab her arm and twist it.

Your true strength coming through.

"I'm trying to be a good, good girl." You let go of Natasha, making her huff and stand in between you and Wanda. "I'm sorry I just love a little drama."

"We should get going," Natasha speaks to you as her eyes never leave yours. Yet she doesn't move. The second she gives you makes your mouth work faster than your brain. "I'm feeling kinda freaky." You raise a playful eyebrow. "Maybe it's the moonlight. Maybe it's something else. The club lights?" You shrug and step closer to Natasha.

Wanda watches as your eyes travel to Nat's smooth skin.

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

Natasha opens her mouth to argue, but Wanda stops her. "She's not talking to you," Wanda says as Nat looks back at you, wearing a widening grin. "M-me?" Natasha asks you.

And since walking into the club, the chip on Natasha's shoulder melts away. Wanda walks up behind her girlfriend, wraps her arms around her, and kisses her cheek. "We could never lose each other."

Yet Natasha still can't process what you're asking.

You nod as she stares at you. "You, Natasha." Wanda brings her lips up to Natasha's ears. "It's okay." You nod as your ears pick up Wanda's words. "And then Wanda."

"And then Wanda-" Natasha gets cut off as you invade her space and take her face in your hands. Your callous fingers move down Natasha's cheek as your aggressive kiss slows into one of passion.

This is what I wanted. This is what I like.

When you pull away, your lips are darker. Natasha stands stunned before bringing her fingers to her lips. Touching where you just were. "Yo-you just kissed me.?" She speaks, making you blush. "We can do more than that." You offer with a laugh.

Wanda, with her eyes dark, can read your mind as your kiss with Natasha opens up the connection between the three of you.

She knows you're not joking about the offer.

"Wanda..." Natasha turned her attention to Wanda as her girlfriend looked over her fondly. Lovingly. Natasha can see Wanda isn't upset by what just happened. Making Natasha's brain scramble for an answer.

A solution to the chaos of tonight.

"It'll be okay." Wanda steps forward and gives a quick peck. She can even taste you on Nat's pretty pink lips.

"B-but now... now what?" Natasha asks as she can't even think. You make your presence known again as you gently bring your hands to Natasha's. "We belong together. We make it real. I want to make this real." Natasha watches you for a moment in silence before your hands leave hers and grab Wanda's hair.

Moving it over her shoulder.

Exposing her neck.

This wasn't right.

And yet. Natasha can't help but move closer. Her mind being made up with each step. Natasha holds Wanda as you open your mouth.

However, it wasn't until the three of you were in the middle of the dance floor once again that you put your canine teeth in the side of her neck.

A scream of pleasure left her, and after midnight, that night, the three of you became more.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[anthonys237thfreckle]

Do you have any Javi headcanons? (Just about him as a character)

Javier ‘Javi’ Rivera - Headcanons

TW: mentions of death and mild bullying

🌪- Javi def grew up being called ‘Javier’ a lot in elementary school. He only transitioned to the nickname ‘Javi’ in late middle school/ high school.

🌪- Speaking of growing up, his freckles were made fun of, so he grew up being insecure about them. He doesn’t give a shit now, though, since the ladies liked it in college

🌪- He was always a fun kid to be around - very smiley when he was a young boy. In his teen years, he started discovering himself more, and in high school hooked up with both guys and girls.

🌪- He probably had his bi awakening through watching a movie and finding a male character hot, then being jealous of the female love interest.

🌪- Of course he was a little anxious about coming out, but he didn’t really care as much what people thought of him. If they asked, he’d tell them but he wouldn’t go around announcing to the school he’s bi or whatever.

🌪- He never really found an interest in subjects like art or music in school. He was really good in science, obviously. In elementary, his favourite topic was the water cycle.

🌪- In college, he was surprisingly good at what he did. He put a lot of effort into coursework AND balanced his hookups.

🌪- He found his group of friends: Jeb, Kate, Addy and Praveen - and he fit right in. The perfect balance of nerdy, ambitious and troublemaking.

🌪- His best assets in college were his holy trinity - hair, freckles and body. He did work out a lot in high school and maintained his figure in college, so that made him attractive. Those god-damned freckles made him eye catching and unforgettable, and his hair - a brown mop of curls, shoulder length and he rarely ever had a bad hair day (and as someone with curls myself, i need his routine.)

🌪- Javi’s lively personality was mostly squandered by two major events in his life. The EF5 accompanied by the loss of his friends and joining the military.

🌪- He still holds onto the grief of not being able to guide them through the storm, of being picked by the universe to live when three of his best friends died.

🌪- Part of him died too that day.

🌪- The military gave him a tough skin. Lots of physical training and whatnot - he still got to pursue and use his knowledge in meteorology, but more professional and safe this time.

🌪- To him it doesn’t feel the same.

🌪- Once he was done with the military, he started dating Scott mostly because he just wanted to feel something, and Scott made him feel things. However, the two of them didn’t mix and split up.

🌪- He’s a logical thinker, but under the influence of emotions, he’ll say whatever’s on his mind, no matter how hurtful it can be.

🌪- That’s why he’s a little afraid to get too riled up or to let his emotions free because he’s afraid of losing someone from saying something shitty.

🌪- However, after Kate talked some sense into him, he found a new purpose in life - to help people in danger. To save lives and communities, and he’s determined not to let anyone suffer the same fate as his friends on his watch.

[starrysaturdays]

28th june fic rec!

wow this month has flown by!!!!! here are some fics/series i really enjoyed this month in no particular order!

Just for Tonight (I can be yours) (42K) by SadaVeniren | @sadaveniren

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

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Someone You Couldn’t Lose (19K) by InsightfulInsomniac | @insightfulinsomniac

A uni AU where nesting behavior and a little body oil sparks a much-too-affectionate friends with benefits relationship that has some very unexpected outcomes.

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A Picture's Worth Series (478K) by unscattered_horizons

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Life Was a Song, You Came Along (37K) by rainbowninja167 | @rainbowtitania

Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend's career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan's newest album. A modern retelling of Singin' in the Rain.

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Keep Us Like A Secret (6K) by youresoawkward | @bisexvalziam

Liam discovers Zayn's interest in women's underclothes, and helps Zayn explore a side of himself that he's been making a conscious effort to ignore.

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Oh, That's What I Want (38K) by lululawrence | @lululawrence

Louis is 42 and newly divorced with her four daughters off to college when she realizes all the plans she used to have for her life no longer fit. Just as she's starting to figure things out, she meets Harry Styles who proves sometimes starting over turns out so much better than sticking with the original plan.

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In The Shadow of Ecstasy (52K) by abaddxns | @causticsunshine

In which HL are a happy couple that are fine with their plentiful vanilla sex... until it starts leaving something to be desired. Luckily for them, they both have the want—and the experience—to liven things up.

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You're in my veins (53K) by likelarry | @likelarryfics

Louis cheats on Harry after being married for twelve years. When Louis comes clean and asks to mend their relationship, Harry doesn't think he has it in him to do it, even if he is pregnant again.

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Break A Leg (24K) by unscattered_horizons

Louis Tomlinson is a writer living in Brighton with his two dogs. A new neighbor moves in next door and Louis is instantly charmed. Harry's shy, Louis is afraid of scaring them off, and it might take a medical emergency but damn it, fate is going to get these two together. With the help of Louis' dogs, codependent friends, and a long night at the A&E, Harry and Louis might find what they've been looking for.

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a perpetual sunrise (31K) by moonshinelouis (lunarflwrs) | @lunarflwrs

Louis Tomlinson lives the archetype of a successful man: he has a big white house, a gorgeous wife, and adorable daughters. Happiness is a superfluity, really. And his daughters' dimpled piano teacher is nothing more than a sinful distraction.

1950s AU.

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Black Raspberries and Butterscotch (114K) by MushroomMushroom28

Harry felt tears line his eyes. He’d waited so long for this. So fucking long-

Louis slammed into him, nearly knocking them both over. “Hazza,” he whispered, completely out of breath, arms vice-like around Harry’s body.

“Lou.” Harry gave in to the tears, letting them fall onto Louis’s shirt. “Lou, I’m here.”

“You’re here.” Louis sniffled and pulled back to look at Harry. “You’re really here.” They both broke into blinding smiles.

Harry took Louis in, looking almost exactly as he did four years ago, but with just a little more life experience behind his eyes. Those blue irises were as piercing as ever, none of his portraits having ever done him justice. His hair was wild as always, sticking up however it pleased. Harry laughed. It was good to be home.

(OR What happens when two best friends, late to present as their secondary genders, finally spend a summer together after four years apart?)

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Only (33K) by allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16

Although Louis Tomlinson lived most of his life on the most remote island in the world, now he’s ready to leave home, attend university, and maybe have a chance at finding his soulmate. Prince Harry Styles reluctantly leaves London for yet another diplomatic visit, this time to the tiny island of Tristan da Cunha.

Or the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

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Get Out of My Kitchen (3K) by cc_horan28 | @cc-horan28

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

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You Don’t Tell The Truth, No, You Like Playing Games (4K) by tommosgotabangerr

the one where Louis and Harry are trapped in their building's elevator and Harry suggests an innocent game of 'Truth or Dare" that becomes less innocent when wine and Harry's crush on Louis gets involved

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Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Is (3K) by InsightfulInsomniac | @insightfulinsomniac

Harry and Louis fuck in the back of the car on the way to the Euros. They use the television screen for more than a little background noise thanks to Louis’ private folder.

Aka an indulgent PWP inspired by Louis’ recent Instagram story.

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Homegrown (52K) by casuallyhl for allwaswell16 | @casuallyhl

a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.

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You can remain unaware (if you want) (7K) by harryanthus

the au where soul marks get coloured when they realise they’re in love with their soul mate and Harry has a coloured soul mark, Louis doesn’t.

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you’re the habit that i can’t break (24K) by ohpleaselarry | @ohpleaselarry

The boys decide to have a belated band reunion, just the five of them. One week, one cabin in the mountains, five boys.

Harry and Louis haven’t spoken sober in a year.

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some statistics & a strawberry for you 🍓

this month ive read 37 fics with a total word count of 1,399,073

yes, i read the entire 478K series. took me a few days and it was AMAZING

honestly its scary when i see just how much i read- i promise i do have a big girl 9-5 office job haha. i truely love reading so much and i'm a fast reader, i can read a 100K fic in one afternoon hence why i tend to read so much

[domm1etae]

Hoiiiii

I was wondering if you could make a Ot8 reaction where ateez has a Caribbean so/

Being caribbean myself it would be interesting to see how it would play out. You don't have to do it if you don't want to but if you do thank you so much

-🌥 xoxo

ATEEZ REACTIONS: DATING A CARIBBEAN S/O

(aka: how I think ATEEZ would vibe with a Caribbean partner)

pairing ✭ ateez x caribbean!reader

tags under

dating, cultural appreciation, playful teasing, possessiveness, language exchange, endless warmth, respect, food sharing, and more

author's note: sooo, I wasn’t entirely sure what direction you were imagining for this, buuut I gave it my best shot! hope it is something like what you had in mind 😊

✨ Requests OPEN! ✨ Feel free to ask for more or send requests through the “Ask” button—if I can write it, you’ll see it here!

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𓄹 ࣪˖ 🪸 𓏲 ๋࣭ . ⁎⁺˳ 𖥦 ˑ ֗ ִ˓𓄹 ࣪˖ 🪸 𓏲 ๋࣭ . . ⁎⁺˳ 𖥦 ˑ ֗ ִ ˖ 🪸 𓏲 ๋࣭ . . ⁎⁺˳ 𖥦 ˑ ֗ ִ˓𓄹 ࣪˖ 🪸 𓏲 ๋࣭ .

hongjoong:

Hongjoong is captivated by your heritage, always wanting to know more about your culture's music, art, and language. He surprises you with playlists of Caribbean beats he’s discovered, weaving elements into his own music. When you two go out, he’s possessive but in the best way, keeping you close. He’s your shield, always watching to make sure you’re comfortable, especially in new settings. If someone stares a little too long, Hongjoong subtly pulls you closer, a quiet reminder of his unwavering devotion.

seonghwa:

Seonghwa adores your vibrant Caribbean energy and compliments your every expression and movement. He’s the type to hold your hand at festivals, taking in every detail with you and admiring the cultural experiences you share. He’s also got a playful side, always ready to dance with you, whether at home or at a Caribbean festival. His favorite thing? Seeing your face light up with joy, which he does everything in his power to bring out, whether through gifts, surprises, or his signature, heartfelt compliments.

yunho:

Yunho’s fascination with your culture goes beyond the surface—he’s genuinely interested in understanding the foods, language, and traditions. Every time you mention a new dish, he’s already texting you asking when you can cook together. He tries his best to replicate the dance moves you teach him, even if he’s hilariously off-rhythm. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he’s always eager to learn more, even though he may need a little help with pronunciation. He loves making you laugh, and every failed attempt only brings you two closer.

yeosang:

Yeosang shows his love quietly but deeply. Though he may not be outwardly expressive, he surprises you with thoughtful gestures that prove he’s always paying attention. He buys you your favorite snacks or researches traditions to understand your culture better. He loves sitting by your side while you talk about your childhood memories, nodding thoughtfully, his gaze warm and supportive. Yeosang values your roots as an extension of who you are, always making sure you know he’s there, sharing in your world.

san:

San is all about making you feel like the only person in the world. His hugs are frequent, tight, and full of affection, grounding you in a way only he can. San loves to show his appreciation physically and emotionally, often pulling you into impromptu dance-offs inspired by Caribbean music. He’s always by your side, hyping you up no matter what you do. He adores seeing you in cultural outfits, showering you with praise and affection. “You’re a goddess, you know that?” he whispers, his eyes lighting up at your every smile.

mingi:

Mingi’s curiosity about your Caribbean culture knows no bounds. He’s constantly cracking jokes and mimicking accents in an endearing, if not always accurate, way. His playful energy brings out the best in you, always inviting you to laugh with him. He’ll try every new dish you mention, no questions asked, and loves teasing you about how spicy your food can be. When you introduce him to music from your culture, he’s quick to memorize the words and sing along, even if his pronunciation makes you both double over in laughter.

wooyoung:

Wooyoung’s energy pairs perfectly with your vibrant Caribbean roots, and he’s often found coordinating dance parties or events that showcase your culture. He’ll surprise you with little things, like learning to cook your favorite dish or organizing a beach day to remind you of home. He’s unapologetically proud to have you by his side, hyping you up to friends, and adoring the way you bring warmth to his world. Wooyoung’s love language is one of celebration, and he ensures every moment you’re together feels like a festive memory.

jongho:

Jongho is endlessly respectful of your culture, quietly taking in every story you tell about your heritage. His admiration shows through his actions, whether it’s patiently learning the phrases you teach him or sitting through dance practices just to see you shine. He might not be the loudest, but he’s got a quiet strength that reassures you he’s always there. Jongho makes you feel safe and seen, his loyalty unwavering, often reminding you just how important your culture is to him as it is to you.

[rubyglasses]

Fancasting The Secret History

sharing my vision of who could play these classics students

i tried to be as realistic as possible, considering their book descriptions and casting actors close in age to each other and their characters. after seeing so many of the same names in these fancasts, i wanted to throw some new ones in the mix!

henry's a big guy, dark-haired, square-jawed, bespectacled — he basically looks like clark kent/superman. so my thought process went to henry cavill look-alike, jamie flatters (b. 2000). coincidentally, my old fancast was david corenswet, so i guess it all checks out. i only know jamie from avatar: the way of water, but based on his music videos, i think he's got the acting chops to capture henry's more unhinged side that he lets slip idk

to me, bunny is the most american out of the group because of his family background, it's even described as "an upbringing vitally present in Bunny in every respect, from the way he shook your hand to the way he told a joke." saw this rudy pankow (b. 1998) casting suggestion on mycast and it just made total sense to me. having watched him as jj maybank in outer banks, i know he can capture how obnoxious bunny can be, and he'll do well trying to annoy every character and pushing their buttons.

admittedly, this was a hard one because i originally had tom glynn-carney in mind but i wanted someone younger, so i didn't go too far and went with ty tennant (b. 2002) who's played the younger version of his characters twice now. i mean if you think about it, aegon ii targaryen and charles have a couple things in common: both are alcoholics and have an incestuous relationship with their sister 😭 since charles and camilla look androgynous and described as angels, i figured ty looks the part. i also believe in ty's acting skills to portray charles' complexity as the story goes on.

i thought of young actresses who resembled ty and went with thomasin mckenzie (b. 2000), who i loved in jojo rabbit and last night in soho. i know thomasin would look good as a blonde, but more importantly, she's got the face for period dramas. camilla is enigmatic, but i think richard just saw her as like an ingénue, so i figured thomasin can do that layered performance.

thought and long hard for who to cast as francis because i'm so tired of seeing the same redhead actors or some random redhead model 😭 thank goodness luther ford (b. 1999/2000) has been discovered. his portrayal in the crown sold me because it was very francis of him to just sit around drinking booze and smoking while dressed in modern princely clothing.

another inspired casting suggestion i saw on mycast — physically, i think dominic sessa (b. 2002) truly fits the bill; i like that he's not your conventionally good-looking guy too. acting-wise, he was incredible in the holdovers. and i believe he could put so much more personality to richard papen's character.

might make a part 2 for other characters like julian morrow and judy poovey :> thanks for checking this out and let me know if you see the vision!

p.s. it's never gonna happen but it'd be interesting to just see this set of actors get together because they seem like a bunch of introverts 😭 they might bond over taking film photos of each other though so that's cool

[ravenlking]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓, 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 having someone who was always looking out for them will always warm their hearts

part one (trey, rook, lilia) // part two (leona, floyd)

gender-neutral warnings: - implied relationships :D - slightly heated in Rook's part genre: fluff a/n: - I'M SORRY BUT DOMINANT READER IS JUST AHHHH (as a dom reader myself, I couldn't help the urge to write this-) - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

Being the unofficial father-figure of Heartslabyul was no joke. He had to deal with the mischief from the misbehaving Heartslabyul students (Ace and Deuce were a whole 'nother category, his head hurt thinking of the numerous messes), calming Riddle down before another overblot happens, vice dorm leader duties - sometimes he just wants someone to hold him and perhaps help me out.

Enter: you. Trey swears to the Sevens repeatedly that you were an angel descending to bless him with your presence. Riddle's face turning red? You'll be there to distract him with another duty, saving him and the unfortunate souls from being beheaded. Ran out of ingredients for an emergency Unbirthday Party tart? You were already running to Sam's shop to help him. Ace and Deuce about to blow up another Great Seven statue? Never fear, you'll be scolding them on why it's such a ridiculous idea before Trey had to step in.

You were always there to hold him when the workload gets too much, cuddling him in your warm hearts and letting your hearts beat as one. You were there to help him with baking because it isn't easy to bake everything for the regular Unbirthday Parties.

You were slightly possessive in a way and Trey delights in it. Something about having you grasp him by the waist and kissing him deeply to show off who he belongs to will never fail to bring a bright blush to his face.

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

Rook Hunt is as eccentric as it gets. To have a dominant partner hunting him, treating him like a treasure to be earned or prey to be devoured, his heart races at the mere thought. But unfortunately, no one else in Night Raven College seems to think similarly to him so he is ostracised with the exception of a couple of Pomefiore members. (He tries to avoid the rumors and what they speak of him behind their backs. He may seem calm, but that doesn't mean his heart doesn't hurt like anyone else).

You were just someone who the mirror summoned, so Rook steeled himself for another person to push him away. However, the moment his hat was shot off his head by a bow and arrow, Rook was in love. He certainly didn't expect the new student to be so interested, a hunter no less!

He did his best to discover more but was hit with a brick wall each time. He tried to hunt you down, but you always combatted it by blending in with the crowd, leaving the hunter empty-handed each time at the end of his hunt.

But it doesn't matter because, in the end, you were the one to capture him in your trap. Ensnaring him in a clever rope trick that even the most mediocre of hunters could avoid. Rook felt his heart beat irregularly as he was caught under your smug gaze.

The day after that was filled with "hunter-courting" as he would call it. Arrows flying towards him with little hearts and love letters tied to them, being serenaded with music under his balcony over at Pomefiore, baking some 'diet-friendly' dishes that tasted delicious on Rook's tongue, it was like he was treated like a princess. Of course, he responded eagerly.

Slamming him against the wall, you pulled him into a heated kiss, and Rook helplessly submitted to the taste of you. He was helpless as you pulled his body closer, every curve being explored as Rook grinned into the kiss.

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

Outside, he's a lively fae who loves spooking the socks off everyone. He delights in the gasps and screams caused by his appearance and reappearance. But on the inside, he's a tortured soul, constantly haunted by memories of the past. His loved ones offered him a source of comfort, but they won't last forever either. In the very end, he'll be sobbing, holding their favorite flowers as he stands over their grave.

However, he didn't expect you to stumble through the mirror. He certainly did not expect the person stumbling through the mirror to be an immortal, no less. You immediately caught his eye.

He only got the real chance to talk to you after Malleus left from his nightly stroll with you. He was only trying to find his charge when he came across you. Hours later, Silver and Sebek stumbled upon him lying in your lap, sound asleep with the most peaceful expression they've seen on his face. Silver dragged Sebek away, but not before taking a picture.

It became sort of a ritual. He forgo-ed his nightly gaming in favor of teleporting to your side, sharing stories of his travels to make you giggle and laugh before you did the same. It always ended with him in your lap and you combing his hair soothingly, singing an old love song from your country.

He responded eagerly to the request for a courting. He did his best to respond to your affections with home-baked cooking (to not disappoint him, you trusted your immortality and ate the dish), gave you silly souvenirs from his travels, the list goes on. He was beyond happy when you accepted him, children and all.

Because he was much smaller and petite compared to you, you easily drawfed him in heated make-outs and cuddles. You constantly cooked for them (watch as Malleus, Silver, Sebek pray to you for saving their souls).

[pearl-blue-musings]

Violet Chemistry

Hi hi!!

I have been working on this for FOUR MONTHS and I can finally share this

Pairing: Kaeya Alberich x fem!reader x Alhaitham

Warnings: 18+, alcohol mention, panic attack, oral male receiving, threesome, penetration, fingering, slight choking, spanking, slight cheating but very little, after care is important yall!

Word count: 11.8K

Alhaitham sighs for the upteenth time as he reads at his desk. Despite the fact that he turned down to be the grand sage, he still gets his pay for being the grand scribe. However, with all the work he has on his plate, things to research, and new things to discover, he finds his mind still wandering off to you. What are you doing? What are you up to? Were you able to move out to a better place?

He doesn’t truly have the right to be concerned with you. It’s been years since he’s seen you, and one of the last times he saw you he had turned down your research project. He always remembered your affinity for the arts, specifically music and dance, and that was something that wasn’t completely allowed in the Akademiya. But somehow you were accepted under the Darshan Vahumana, being affiliated with social sciences. And you knew that. So why the hell did you even suggest it? You’re obviously a genius but why this? Why would you propose such a thing? He hated seeing the pain in your eyes as the sages refused you, concurred by his agreement as the scribe.

For as long as you can remember, the two of you had been in and out of each other's lives. You even knew Kaveh when the three of you were younger. Spending time with his grandmother was always a joy for you. For some reason you’re closer to Kaveh but always have been drawn more to Alhaitham. Kaveh always loved watching you sing and dance, sometimes helping him find inspiration for his architecture. Alhaitham’s allure and genius had you feeling inferior yet always wanting to challenge you. He brought out the best and worst in you but you could never see yourself with him in a romantic way.

Especially after he claimed to never believe in your dreams.

The gray haired male wanted you to understand. He wanted, well wants, you to understand that he cares about you. He knows you’re smart and capable so why keep pursuing something that isn’t beneficial to the Akademiya? He was clearly looking out for your best interests but all you heard was that he didn’t believe in you and thought that the arts were a waste of time. When your research was rejected, you met up with Kaveh at the local tavern where he had to keep you in line as you sobbed into your drinks.

“I don’t,” you wail, “I don’t understand why there isn’t room for art in academic research! It’s just as viable and important!” You sniffle again and take another sip. “I mean, he was so heartless toward me. Me!”

Kaveh sighs and wipes a tear away. “I hate seeing you like this over someone like him. He doesn’t deserve it! And you think you’ve got it bad? I live with him.”

You look up at him with puffy cheeks and reddened eyes, swollen from your crying. “Be like what?”

Kaveh holds your gaze before shaking his head. “So head over heels in love with him.”

His words had hit you hard. You? Love him? Alhaitham? The man that has made your life insufferable yet all the more better all at once? You love him? You quickly chug the rest of your drink and order another. “Not after today I’m not.”

That night was nearly two years ago, and so much has happened in that amount of time. After your research got rejected and you poured your heart out to Kaveh, neither man had seen you. The blond had an inkling you had dropped out or taken a break to travel the world and explore the arts in different cultures. He knew you were leaving after that night. Mostly because when he went to check on you, your neighbors told him you had packed all of your things and left. He pondered telling Alhaitham but he was aware that bastard was the last person you wanted to see. So he kept it to himself.

Even when he went home that night and was questioned by Alhaitham. “Did you manage to take her home? She usually frequents the tavern after good or bad news and I haven’t seen her around. Have you heard from her?” Kaveh’s eyes widened. His roommate and old friend had never shown this much care for someone other than himself. He hears the taps on the floor of the scribe’s impatience. There’s no way he can reveal where you are, even if he doesn’t know.

“I’m not her keeper! And you should’ve been nicer to her. You know music means everything to her and you,” he points accusatively at him, “you know that better than anyone! She gave everything into this proposal, spent weeks mulling over how to combine them together! And you squashed it! How heartless!”

Kaveh huffs and walks away to his room and slams the door. Alhaitham stares after his roommate and shakes his head. “I merely asked if she was okay. She’ll bounce back.” Alhaitham stood uneasily before he entered his study. He sits down and grabs a random book. For some reason his attention faltered and the words he and the sages all but railed you with ran rampant in his mind. Maybe Kaveh was right, his words may have been too harsh. But he can’t take them back. He knows he’s told you worse so he’s sure he’ll see you tomorrow mulling over new ideas.

He didn’t see you the next morning or the morning after that, struggling to swallow the severity of his tone.

….

After all your years of traveling, you never thought you’d end up back in Sumeru. You had heard of the changes that had happened with the Akaedmiya and the Lesser Lord Kusanali, and thought maybe you can visit again. You wonder how Kaveh is doing, having heard nothing of him from the grapevine. Which in itself was shocking, considering he was close to finishing his magnum opus.

But you had heard a lot about Alhaitham.

He was suggested for the new Grand Sage? But turned it down? That smug bastard! And to add insult to injury, they’re still prejudiced toward the arts and desert dwellers? He’s still the same as the rest of them! That wasn’t going to change your mind about checking out the Grand Bazaar and check in on your old friend Nilou. You knew she was always a good dancer and part of the theater there. You figured you would see her, checking everything on you before carrying on with your disguise.

Your first stop was the harbor in Sumeru City, that being your drop off and return point of your stay and previous departure. You take a deep breath as you take in the sights and smells you had abandoned once upon a time. You feel a slight squeeze to your shoulder as you turn around, feeling the tension ebb away as you place your hand over his.

“It’s gonna be okay, snowflake. We don’t have to be here longer than necessary.”

You smile up at your travel partner and boyfriend, Kaeya Alberich as you two step off the boat. “However, I do want to truly explore the alcohol culture here so…” You playfully punch his arm and laugh with him. In your travels around Teyvat, you didn’t count on opening your heart to someone new. You had been content with Alhaitham holding your heart forever, although you despised that fact. However, on your trip through Mondstadt, the knight had come to your rescue. You had been writing in your journal about sound vibrations and musical cultures from the various lands when a band of hilichurls ambushed you. You struggled to get all of your belongings and douse the fire; you assumed the creatures wouldn’t have been active at night but you were mistaken.

Kaeya had swept in just in time and took care of them. You stared at him in awe as he lent his rough hand out to you. When you took it, you were surprised to feel how warm it was despite seeing his icy cold vision in action. And dared you say, felt a spark? His sweet words and quick wit had you handing your stuff to some of his crew as you all headed back into Mondstadt for safety. After returning to the knights headquarters, Kaeya got you settled with Goth at the hotel and that’s where you stayed. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but one night talking to several bards at Angel’s Share and you were enraptured by him. He thought your brain was absolutely fascinating, never knowing that music and vibrations can be studied in this way.

Over the next few days he had introduced you to Lisa, whom you’d heard of but never met, and became fast friends. During your stay in Mondstadt, it became almost tradition for Kaeya to pick you up from the library and head to the tavern together. On one of your last nights in Mondstadt before traveling back to Fontaine, Kaeya walked with you around the lake after he picked you up from the library. You were shocked you weren’t at the pub, but he insisted it was coming up. You had giggled at that and the knight stopped in his footsteps. “Your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. What can I do to make you laugh like that, dear?”

Your mind was reeling. Specifically, thinking back to all the times a certain scholar called your laugh callous and disruptive. This was a breath of fresh air for you. With the moon dancing on Cider Lake, you weren’t sure what was pulling you into him, may it be the Anemo archon himself but suddenly the world around you ceased to exist and all that was discernible was the captain in front of you. His eye seemed to sparkle more than usual before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. You relaxed into it and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his hands rested on your hips. When you break for air, your heart was beating out of time erratically, something you had never felt before. And you think the man in front of you feels the same way. He leaned forward to slyly kiss the corner of your mouth and pulled back with a soft chuckle, and proposal.

“Stay in Mondstadt. I know you’ve got your research to do but, what better place to do it than in the city of freedom. And I’ll be here too, if you fancy.”

As you walk through the Grand Bazaar, you reminisce on your relationship with Kaeya. It brings a warm smile to your face as you scan the stalls. The idea of him going to Port Ormos as well, a few hours trip, left you feeling uneasy but brush it off. The Mora in your bag is begging to be spent on some of the fashions and trinkets your eyes come across. You try to avoid buying everything when a growing crowd draws your attention. It seems the patrons of the bazaar are gathering around the front of the theater. With your instrument in your bag, you politely elbow your way to the front to see what the commotion is all about. Once at the front of the circle, you see a rug occupied by a crew of performers. There are some actors, the owner of the theater, and someone you hadn’t seen in years.

With eyes slight and a growing smile, all senses of dread leave your aura. “Nilou!” The redhead perks up from talking with the other performers and quickly pulls you into a tight and warm hug. The two of you giggle as you rock back and forth and you’re certain you feel a warm wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh my dearest,” Nilou begins. “I’ve missed you so much! I thought I would never see you again! You left so abruptly!” By now the two of you are crying from the happy reunion, laughing as you see each other's expressions. She then flicks your elbow and you flinch in response. “Don’t ever leave like that again! You hear me? If you think I’m sad, imagine how Kaveh or even your old friend Alhaitham would feel! Granted, the scribe isn’t the best with feelings…”

“Still?”

Nilou shakes her head with a chuckle. “But no matter! You’re here and you must perform with me today! It’s an open mic of sorts and I’d love to hear or see you. Ah! We should do a dance together!”

You hold her hands securely and blink away some more tears. “So long as I can accompany you,” you breathe out. “I’ve learned so much and there’s a lot I have to tell you!”

Nilou nods excitedly and pulls you into the performing area. Word spreads quickly of the impromptu session and that it may end up extending into the night so anyone can come and go as they please. It’s the first time in a long time you truly felt at home in Sumeru and were so welcomed. You dance your heart out and played until your hands and body were sore. Various vendors provided the theater crew with food and different costumes to wear, something that made this experience all the more exciting. You couldn’t wait to tell Kaeya later at the tavern.

….

It’s rare that his work has him working from home, but today is an exception. With the newly installed sages, the need to be more in touch and connected with the people of Sumeru is more imperative than ever. All he has to do is “blend” with the populace and see what things the Akademiya can improve upon. Without the Akasha, it makes it hard to read the minds of everyone, hence his field trip. Alhaitham has half a mind to ask Kaveh to show him around but knows his roommate will only complain.

The first part of his duty is to explore the shopping and sightseeing around Sumeru City. He knows his way around the city; surely there can’t be anything he or the leaders of Sumeru have missed. The first thing that catches his eyes and ears is the hurried talks and bustling feet of the townspeople. Curious, he eavesdrops a little longer on the couple in front of him.

“Are you heading to the theater's jam session?”

“Jam session? What’s that? Does the Akademiya know about it?”

The first man wraps his arm around his friend and chuckles. “Times are changing around here and it’s about time! I heard it’s an anyone can join or play kind of deal. It was all Nilou’s idea!”

The friend lowers his voice and Alhaitham discreetly moves closer to hear more. “But we know nothing of music and the arts, can we still go?”

“That’s the beauty of it,” the first man comments, “ it’s for anyone! Think of it as a way to relax and express yourself.

“I also heard someone outside Sumeru showed up too so it’s going to be amazing!”

The two men leave and head toward the grand bazaar. Alhaitham pushes himself up from the corner he was hiding from. A jam session? And an outlander? Surely it’s not the traveler, he would have been made aware of their presence. He’ll have to go investigate. Since working with the dancer, the scribe has had more of an appreciation for the performing arts. It’s something he’s always had a slight interest in as it provides to the wholeness of a human being. Mostly, his interest came from you but he didn’t have the guts to actually admit it.

Alhaitham moves on and ventures around the stalls, buying some food and maybe some housewares. He figures it should be his turn to help out around the house while also doing his work. He knows he mostly helps around the library, but he’s glad to have the chance to go outside. Typically on a beautifully warm day, he’d find a tree to laze under and read, possibly daydream about what if’s, but today has him lacking time for himself to indulge himself. He sighs at the lost reading of new material, but knows he’ll have time to catch up on a later date.

Alhaitham shrugs and continues through the stalls. His feet take him to the doors that muffle new sounds and activity. Deep down, he has a feeling it’s you as you have been away for awhile and it would make sense you would return now. WIth all the changes in Sumeru and the Akademiya, he’s sure that was able to draw you out from wherever you were. And a secret part of him hopes you stay so he can correctly communicate why he agreed with the former sages. As he opens the door toward the Grand Bazaar, his mind races with all the changes he would like to implement with the help of others and you. His newer connections have led him to have a better understanding of those less well off than him. For example, meeting Layla who’s had a project rejected under her Darshan Rtawahist had him thinking even more openly. Although he can’t completely relate to her exhaustion levels…

The joy and freedom of the music welcomes him into the bazaar. The bumbling excitement grows the closer he gets to the middle where the crowd is most dense. Using the strength of his shoulders, he pushes his way through the crowd to come see what all the commotion is about. For the first time in what feels like years, he’s unable to formulate the right words at how he’s feeling.

There you are, looking livelier than ever, playing and dancing to the music. Generally having a good time. Alhaitham had missed your smile so much and there it is, on display for everyone around. He tries to blend into the crowd to avoid catching your gaze but what can he say to you? He’s part of the reason why you left, he’s certain there’s some animosity you’re harboring. The way your eyes glitter as your smile reaches the corner of them has him feeling small and surprisingly unworthy. No amount of studying languages, poetry, and even some romance at the urge of his roommate, could aid him in figuring out what to say.

The music fades and Alhaitham scurries toward the back to steer clear. However, he keeps a ear tuned into whatever conversation you might be having.

“That was amazing,” Nilou comments. “I’ve never heard music or a rhythm like that before. Where did you learn it?”

Your eyes beam at the question and suddenly the crowd around also seems to have the same level of interest. So you get comfortable and pull out your bag. “Well firstly, I traveled to Liyue Harbor as it was the closest place. I had always wondered if the land of contracts had anything with sound waves or music considering the Geo Archon’s power and was surpsiwd to see so little! But on my way back here after the Lantern Rite I heard such lovely music! Anyways, after Liyue I traveled to Fontaine where they live for music there and there are so many instruments! And..” The way you speak of your travels has captivated the audience as well as the scribe. Your great detail about every country in teyvat and all the traditions and cultures you learned makes his heart happy as he smiles in content. Alhaitham has seen enough, and despite wanting to reach out and touch you he resists his urges and walks away.

Before running into the Vahumana sage

The sage then calls out for you and the crowd disperses. There’s anxiety written all over your face as the head of your Darshan emerges from the crowd. The papers and books you’ve written are scattered around you and you gulp the closer he gets. The sage picks up your work and smiles fondly. “I’m so glad you came back. We have missed you dearly here!” The whole crowd visibly relaxes as he motions you over for some privacy. “I had heard that there was a gathering of sorts and wanted to come see it out. We’ve had a couple researchers wanting to study social concepts in theater and the arts and I felt this was appropriate.”

Hidden around the corner is Alhaitham, ready to spring into action and defend you and Nilou if it became necessary. You have been sensing someone's presence for a while, but it wasn’t enough to make you seek it out. Right now, you’re too focused on what your sage is saying and potential implications. “So,” you finally interject, “what are you saying?”

The older man smiles and hands you back your work. “I’m saying that with the recent changes in the Akademiya and your extensive research into this topic, we would like to fully fund your previous and future research. I’ll have to make an appointment but if you are willing, I would love to learn more about what you’ve discovered and how it can help the Akademiya.

“What do you say?”

*****

The sun is setting by the time Kaeya returns to the main city. The two of you have booked a hotel room and you’re eagerly awaiting his return. You hear the door open and you quickly get up to greet him with a hug. You can immediately tell something is off when he doesn’t call you his snowflake. “Hey,” you softly coo, “what happened?”

Kaeya sits on the bed with exhaustion and sighs deeply. “Oh nothing too terrible, sweetheart. I found what I was looking for and secured some deals for Mondstadt’s alcohol industry.” Your ears perk up at the off-putting sentence.

“I thought,” you start, “the alcohol and mixed drinks was the reason you came? Something you were doing for the Knights?”

You feel the way Kaeya shifts and shudders. A slow hand reaches out to his shoulder as you rub at them to relax him. “Kaeya? Why else were you here?” You sit down next to him and rest your head against his. The eagerness you have to tell him the good news overruns your need to comfort your boyfriend. The knight in question quirks his eyebrow and adjusts his head to be in your view.

With a smile, he softly says, “you seem to be excited. How was going in town?”

Without warning you push off of him and blurt excitedly. “They’re letting me do my research!”

Kaeya’s jaw drops in amazement as a knowing grin comes to his face. “Snowflake,” he kisses your nose, “that’s amazing.”

You nod happily and sit cross legged on the bed. “And they’re gonna fund my research, past and future! Plus they told me I can stay here and give lectures to help bridge together-“

“Whoa whoa,” Kaeya chides and moves away from you. “You’re planning on saying here?” You’re taken aback by his slightly harsh tone as you stand up from the bed. You face away from him, unable to stand any expression the cryo user might be emitting.

“I mean, that was the plan. You know that KK. This is what I’ve wanted from the beginning. A, a chance.” You turn around with dignity to face him and you’re met with a stone cold look. If looks could kill. “K-Kaeya?”

“So you’re going to leave me, too?” The break in his voice has you scrambling closer to him. You try to console him but he chuckles and smiles at you. “If you must know what I was doing, I was following a lead about my heritage and I met with the traveler.” He pauses to read your face before he keeps going. “I found out more than I wanted about Khanrieah, something I thought all,” he emphasizes, “Sumeru scholars would know.”

You drop your hands from his frame and place them on your hips. “What the hell do you mean by that? Is that why you helped me?”

Kaeya shrugs and you begin to get more angry. “Might as well come clean,” he sighs. “I did help you because I recognized you’re a scholar. I have ties to Khanreiah and the Abyss, and I thought you could help me. You didn’t immediately but you did help me by coming here so…” he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “thanks for that.”

Your eyes fill with disgust and dismay as you push him away from you. This was supposed to be a great thing, you get to continue studying while still being with him. Long distance would be tough but the two of you would make it work. Your musings are silent but Kaeya is more than aware of your thinking face. It’s cute, but right now he knows what he said hurts. He wasn’t planning on saying that but, he can’t let others hurt him. So he has to hurt them first. In his mind his father dropped him off in Mondstadt for a better life; still abandoned is all he can remember. And now, you want to do the same to him. It all worked out regardless, he got to go to Sumeru again to discover his roots and had an amazing relationship.

Your sniffles bring him out of his own head and his mouth opens slightly. The corner of your eyes are tight and filling with tears and your heart feels like it’s on fire. “You lied to me? For your own gain?” A hiccup erupts from your throat as all of your thoughts rush at once. “Did you even love me? Did you really not support me? Archons, you're just like him!” Your voice breaks at the mention of your previous love, and that causes an eye roll from your lover.

“Don’t even bring him up again. I’m not like him.” You can hear and sense the fuel to his response, the fire in his tone as he raises his voice slightly. You quickly scoff and wipe away some tears.

“Bullshit! You both lied to me, you both don’t love me!”

“That’s not true,” Kaeya argues. “I do love you.”

“Then why did you lie? I thought we promised to be open and honest with each other.”

Firm hands gently grab your shoulders. “It’s true you were my ticket to Sumeru, but I do love you snowflake.”

You pout your lips, your fiery emotions still on high. You breathe heavily through your nostrils as your pride can’t let you let him win. “Diluc was right, I shouldn’t trust you.” You knew that would do it. You knew that sealed your victory. The look of betrayal that came across his features was unexpected. His hands left you as if you were something to be left alone. Kaeya’s breathing falters as he struggles to come up with a response.

“At least I’m not hung up on some guy who will never love you back.” All the air escapes your lungs at his proclamation. You have no rebuttal, nothing to defend yourself as your words fail. Kaeya pushes past you as he grabs his keys. “I’m going for a walk. I think we both need to clear our heads. And you need to figure out who you really love.”

You do nothing to stop him as he leaves the hotel room. You do nothing as the weight of what was said finally hits you. The both of you were going for low blows and he hit the lowest. You remembered him talking about his weird family issues, but you never knew that they had ties to the fallen kingdom. You’ve heard about it but know very little of the ancient land. It hurt that Kaeya originally saved you from your Sumeren outfit, but the two of you did genuinely fall in love. That has to be true, right?

Your mind reels with what if’s and you take a number from Kaeya’s book and decide to get some air.

At the tavern.

****

Most evenings he wouldn’t even consider entertaining his roommates plans. But tonight has Alhaitham reconsidering. There was a party of sorts at the tavern, where the drinks are flowing, the music is vibrating, and everyone is having a good time. He’s enjoying having semi intelligent conversations as he can tell Kaveh is getting to his drunken state. Alhaitham is lost in the environment and starts to enjoy himself when the sound of the door opening catches his attention.

In strolls you, anger and frustration across your face as you march up to the bar.

His keen eyes follow your presence and he’s captivated once again. He never thought he would see you again and twice in one day it happened. The glass in your hand dances on your lips as you swallow the liquid in your cup quickly. You take a deep breath, your shoulders relaxing as you blend in with the crowd. Alhaitham bides his time as he sees you talk with old friends, waiting for the right moment to speak to you. For a little bit Nilou comes in to chat with you, but quickly leaves stating she has early practice in the morning. You hug her tightly before she leaves, his mind mulling over what it would be like to have you in his arms like that.

Alhaitham shakes the thought as Kaveh stumbles upon you. Two toned eyes squint toward your direction as Kaveh sits close to you. You welcome him and even hug him. How lucky, he quickly thinks.

“Oh it’s been so long,” Kaveh excitedly slurs. He rests his head in his hand and places a comforting hand on your thigh. “How long have you been back in Sumeru? Y’know I’ve really missed you.”

You giggle and rest your hand on his, taking a quick swig of your new drink. You smile and mirror his actions. “I’ve missed you too, a lot Kaveh.” You sigh in contentment but your smile starts to fade. The blond beside you perks up and removes his hand. With his voice low, he lifts your chin to meet his dilated pupils. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You try to avoid his gaze, but his eyes take hold of you and you crumble under their intensity. “It’s my boyfriend. We had—“

“Wait!” Kaveh interrupts. “Boyfriend?! Did you finally, you know, move on from..?” You shake your head sadly before confirming his excited state. “Yes. He’s a knight. I met him in Mondstadt. He’s just amazing and I really do love him…

“But I got an offer to stay here and he didn’t like that.” You pause to take a drink and lower the empty glass. “We had a bad fight about it and he stormed out.”

Kaveh sighs and finishes your sentence. “And because of that you ended up here.” You nod meekly with a pout and the feeling of wanting to cry. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you harshly wipe them away. “Do you two fight often?” You barely hear the question as the music and loud conversations provide a background to your now very open conversation. You had always felt like you can tell the blond in front of you anything and tonight is no exception. You do feel the stare of someone nearby but can’t quite place it.

You shake your head. “Not really. We’ll have little disagreements about things but we always work them out. I’ve seen him lie to get his way but never with me…I mean,” you sniffle and rest your head on his shoulder. “He saved me cause he thought I would know more about Khanrei’ah cause I’m from Sumeru! What’s a Vahumana scholar gonna know about that?” Kaveh agrees with you before ordering another round of drinks to the table and lets you proceed. “I mean, it’s not like he would know that…but then I took a low blow cause he talked about my feelings for Alhaitham—“

Kaveh puts a finger to your mouth to prevent you from speaking any further. The bartender comes back with your drinks and you both thank him. The blond takes a sip and then a deep breath.

“Please, and I swear to god, please tell me you’re over that asshole!”

A shiver runs up your spine and you try to hide yourself behind your glass. The feeling of being small increases as Kaveh’s glare hardens. “You traveled the world, fell in love, did research, and had to work for said Mora to do the research, and you still have him in your heart?!”

“It’s not like I want to have these feelings! He just…” Your voice trails off as you turn around, finally getting annoyed with the feeling someone was watching you. And suddenly the butterflies you thought had flown from your stomach have returned. The moment your eyes meet his always calculated two toned ones it’s like the world around you disappears. So that’s the person who’s been watching you. Why do you feel relieved? Your heart beat increases, your breathing getting shallow as you see Alhaitham stand up and stride toward your booth. You’re not sure what’s come over you, but the way he’s walking with more confidence than you’ve ever seen is doing things to you. It’s making you relive all your fantasies and old memories of falling in love with the man coming your way. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you grab your emptying glass to cool off.

“I never thought I would see you here. And of course, you’re drinking with this idiot.”

His deep voice rumbles in his chest and you’re struck by the baritone in it. You peer into his eyes and you catch the hint of a crimson flush on his uncovered ears. Huh, where are his headphones? You’re brought out of your haze when Kaveh interrupts.

“Idiot?! You are so- you know what, I’m in too much of a good mood to argue.” He pushes up and walks away. “You two catch up, I'm gonna continue to walk away!” As the blond leaves, the two of you are left alone while the music and idle chatter fills the void. You’re unsure of what to say to him as the silence between you two increases. He had always known of your love of music but thought studying it wasn’t worth your time. And since he never truly explained what he meant by that, that was the message received and you decided to gloat about your news. With your hands on your hips and a growing smirk you blurt out, “guess who got her research project approved? Still think studying music is a waste of time now?”

On the inside he cringes over hearing the words he said to you that day. But on the outside his emotions barely change. The Vahumana sage approved your research? Interesting. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order.” Alhaitham crossed his arms to match your energy, something he won’t readily admit that he’s missed. He also doesn’t miss the way your words come out slurred or how the alcohol has given you extra confidence. Or maybe it’s the time apart.

For a brief moment it’s like the world around you has stopped. It’s as if you’re thrown back to your childish love of the man in front of you, his grandmother scolding him for saying something insensitive to you. There’s that twinkle in his eye that you thought was long gone but as he’s looking at you in this moment… You’re not sure what to think. Your heartbeat is too loud, the music is too loud, and he looks too handsome to be here by himself. But Kaveh hasn’t mentioned a partner for himself or the scribe. This tunnel vision needs to end, you’re not gonna get sucked in again. “So,” you slowly start, “is there anyone special in your life?”

Alhaitham is caught off guard by your question. He wants to take his time to respond, needing time to cover up that he’s never thought of anyone the way he thinks of you. He’s always considered you in high regard and respects you a great deal. But as the two of you have woven through each other's lives and aged, he’s been finding it difficult to see a future without you in it. The way the blood rushes up to his ears is something he is grateful for, since he always has on his earpieces. But now they’re off and he’s afraid his heart is now on display for you to bear witness. The proximity between you two lessens as the question echoes in his mind.

He sighs with a step toward you. “Being the grand scribe, saving Sumeru from itself, and being the announcer for the InterDarshan competition has had me fairly occupied. I don’t have time for such things.” You feel your heart sink at his words. It’s like the icy sting of his words sharp like Kaeya’s vision make the pain more intense. Were you rejected twice in one day? Your chest starts to heave as tears threaten to boil over. Your bottom lip starts to tremble on its own as you back away from him. The back of your knees hit the booth and you sit in it and with it the erasure of the tunnel vision. You’re brought back to reality. The two men that you have treasures greatly have both told you no, whether they are aware of it or not.

Alhaitham changes his posture and relaxes at your state. His eyes softening as you sit down with your thinking face on. “Breathe,” he gently commands, “what’s going through your mind?” You may be upset with him but this is Alhaitham. This man knows you as well as Kaveh does and as you know yourself. He knows when you’re about to panic and remembered what would help you in the past. That struck a chord with you. His voice is calm and soothing like Kaeya’s when he’s taking care of you, yet is all it’s own and equally helpful. You take some deep breaths, your foggy mind confusing which man is in front of you right now. Your hand grabs onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself as you come down and have your breathing calmed. Alhaitham slides next to you and, based on Kaveh’s help with emotional intelligence, asks you a question. “What happened? I saw you earlier and you weren’t like this.”

Your eyes dart up toward him before you sit back in the comfy booth. “It’s me and Kaeya. We had a fight and—“

“Who’s Kaeya?”

The tone in his voice shifts from calming to questioning in an instant. The hints of malice and something unknown to you emanate from the man next to you and you shiver. Did it get colder in here? And why is he looking at you like that? “He’s my boyfriend. I wouldn’t say a fight, just a disagreement.” You pause to study Alhaitham’s features as you notice his shoulders are a little more tense than a couple minutes ago. All of your knowledge about reading people and understanding body language is flying out the window as you study the man before you longed than normal. His expression is one you haven’t seen or can easily fathom. “I uh, met him when I was in Mondstadt. Or rather, he saved me from a pack of hillichurls. Then he introduced me to Lisa and it was a whirlwind and, gosh I love him and…” Your sighing voice trails off as catch the scribe’s gaze. Once again, you’re struck with an unfamiliar expression and you breathe hesitantly before you keep going. “I thought he’d be happy for me, but I think he’s worried about me leaving him. B-but we couldn’t even talk about it properly cause we were both angry and he mentioned my feelings for you and it was awful and we said such mean things to each other—“

You’re taken out of your ramblings with a firm hand on your shoulder. You’re now forced to face Alhaitham with a million and one thoughts running through your head. He licks his lips in anticipation of what he’s about to ask you, aware that you aren’t of your own words.

“You have feelings for me?”

You blink once, twice, thrice before your breathing resumes. Did you just admit what you’ve kept secret for so long? How? You’ve been so careful. You fumble over your words as the room seems to get stuffier. However, the man whose long held your affections seems to be getting closer. Suddenly, you take a deep breath before slapping your cheeks adamantly. “Fuck,” you grunt out, “alhaitham, I love you. A-and I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember!” Your chest heaves from finally releasing the weight of your emotions. For years you’ve wanted to admit your feelings and now you finally have. You gesture your hands openly to him before setting them on the table. “Well, there it is. Happy now?”

You push yourself up and out of the booth to grab a drink to cam your nerves. Your mind is reeling over the fact that you finally said it. You told him, and now he knows. You realize you left before he could properly respond. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You don’t think he would reciprocate so at least he knows! At least he knows.

A tap on your back turns you around, your drink hanging loosely in your hand. Before you can comprehend who it is, a pair of hands cup your face and pull you in for a kiss. Your eyes go wide before shutting them, holding the glass tightly as you lose yourself to the kiss. Your body goes lax and you put the glass down on the bar as you wrap your arms around Alhaitham. You knew it was him, you had dreamt of being pressed against it and now it’s finally happening. You’re kissing Alhaitham, and he started it!

Shit, you’re kissing Alhaitham!

You open your eyes quickly and push him away. Your eyes are sparkling under what feels like violet lighting where everything is illuminated. And he looks ethereal. He shouldn’t look like this. You shouldn’t look like this. “What the hell, Haitham?!”

The man in front of you looks down at you from his height, a small smirk on his face as he crosses his arms. He starts with an eye roll, “I thought it was fairly obvious what the hell i'm doing.” Your dilated pupils search for an answer as you wait for his response. The condensation is making it harder to hold onto the glass and the reality of the situation. He lowers his head and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. “You told me you love me.

“I’m letting you know that I reciprocate your feelings. I have for a while.”

Your jaw drops along with the drink in your hand. The clattering glass brings you out of your slight daze as you yelp. You try to bend down to pick up the shattered glass before Alhaitham stops you. “Don’t be stupid,” he chides, “you’ll hurt yourself.” He gently holds your hand where a small cut starts to form on your palm. A light trail of blood leaves your hand and you hiss at the pain. Without breaking eye contact with you, Alhaitham takes your hand in his, brings it to his lips, and jots out his tongue to help ease the pain. You feel the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip, your breathing getting shallower. You want to speak but your throat is drying at every second. After what feels like forever, the two of you stand up as a waiter comes to clean up the mess.

Alhaitham tries to interlock your fingers together but you pull away and head to the door. Your feet are moving faster than your mind can think. You want to go back to your hotel, you want to find Kaeya. You want to kiss Alhaitham again. God, do you wanna kiss him again. But you also wanna cuddle up with Kaeya. This is a conflict you never thought you would be in in your wildest imaginations.

The scribe finds you outside the tavern and quickly approaches you. Your hunched shoulders and quick pacing alerts him to your distress. That’s right, he remembers your boyfriend.

He clears his throat and you gently acknowledge him. “Where is this Kaeya? He let you go alone tonight?” You roll your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose.

“Just shut up and kiss me before I start thinking.”

Alhaitham is never one to truly shy away from orders, so he places his hands on your hips and pulls you for another kiss. This one is slower and more thought out than the first surprise one. You find it easy to melt into his embrace, wanting the moment to last a lifetime as his arms wrap around you tighter. His hands hold you firmly against him until that wandering thought about your boyfriend stops him. He can’t help but feel like the two of you are being watched and it’s an eerie sensation. He’s the one to pull away and you’re left baffled. Slightly breathless you ask, “Why did you stop?” Your eyes scan his for an answer as your nerves prepare you for yet another rejection. Your stomach clenches and tears threaten to fall as your eyes start to sting with the possibility of what could have been and what almost happened. Again. You feel the weight of Alhaitham’s forehead against yours as he gently kisses your nose.

“You know,” he softly breathes out with his eyes shut, “I have no problem continuing this.”

“But I do.”

Whatever words you had planned to say to the scribe in front of you are caught in your throat at the new voice. A voice you know all too well and has whispered sweet nothings into your ear for many nights. You push Alhaitham to the side as the cold and hurt face of your lover appears before you. You had never thought about cheating on Kaeya ever in your life, and yet here you are. You let another man kiss you, twice! The man that has held your heart for years finally reciprocates your feelings and you completely forget how the knight has healed you? You hug your arms and feel your airways tighten. Is this another panic attack? Right now? Your vision starts to blur as tears fall freely from the corner of your eyes. Kaeya is the first to react and gently cups your face. “Breathe snowflake. I’m here. You’re safe, you’re safe.” He rubs calming circles with his thumb on your cheek, a gesture he’s come to know is calming for you. Kaeya slowly bridges the gap between you and pulls you in for a gentle hug. “Hey,” he says toward Alhaitham, but his request dies on his lips when he sees the man in question trotting over with a glass of water.

“Drink up,” Alhaitham softly states as he hands you the glass. You nod sharply and take a few sips of the water, all the while Kaeya rubs your back. Kaeya doesn’t miss that this man, he assumes is Alhaitham, also knew how to calm you down like this. The knight scoffs and lets his guard down with a sincere chuckle. “So you must be Alhaitham.”

“And you must be her boyfriend Kaeya,” the scribe responds.

With a large gulp, your eyes dart between the two of them. “And this is the most awkward situation ever.” Kaeya hides a snicker as he notices you’re still a little drunk; partly why he was outside the tavern in the first place. The knight removes his hands from your body and notices the way Alhaitham very gently traces the outline of your face with the back of his finger, matching his breathing with yours. He loves you. Somehow knowing that this scholar also loves you in the way he does calms him and he can lower his guard even more. He blinks twice before addressing Alhaitham again. “So you love her, too?”

The man in question continues his actions without meeting the azure gaze. “So it seems, although it took me far longer to realize it.” Alhaitham pulls away from you, lending out a hand as Kaeya does the same. They help you to stand steady on your feet, still a little wobbly from the sudden panic attack and drinks from earlier. It dawns on you. It’s weird, they both have an arm around your waist and it feels…

Natural.

A warm smile comes to your face before you rest it against Kaeya’s shoulder. Slender fingers tighten on your skin as you peek an eye to your old friend. You try to suppress the giggle that wants to come out but fail. “What’s so funny? You can’t possibly still be drunk.” You lazily shake your head as the three of you start walking. You assume you’re headed to your hotel room but Alhaitham brings you a different way. With the pout he thinks you didn’t catch, he nods upward. “My place is closer. I’m sure my roommate wouldn’t mind the company.” You and Kaeya exchange glances before agreeing with the feeble scholar. As you get closer to your unknown destination, you feel Kaeya’s hand wander farther down your back to finally cup your ass. He gives it a squeeze, making you lose your balance as his fingers try to curl toward your now aching cunt. A whimper escapes your lips and it’s the sweetest and sexiest thing Alhaitham has ever heard.

Kaeya snickers at the blush coming to the other man’s ears as he fishes out his keys. “She likes it when I touch her from behind. It catches her off guard.”

With Alhaitham’s back to you, he unlocks the door and misses how Kaeya has you pressed against his chest and kissing your neck. He’s able to hear your change in breathing and quickly opens the door. “By all means,” he semi strains out, “fuck her for everyone to see.”

You hear Kaeya chuckle before pushing you inside, never letting you go. He suddenly has this need to be surrounded and absorbed by you. Just holding and kissing you isn’t enough. He needs more. He craves it. He wants you to melt on his tongue. And part of him wants to show this Alhaitham just how to treat you. This whole time, the knight has been fathoming just how to make this all work. And he thinks he has an idea. With the door barely locked, Alhaitham leads the two of you to his room for some privacy. Kaeya lays you on the bed and motions for Alhaitham to do the same. His voice is calculating yet playful when he finally speaks. “I have a proposal of sorts,” he starts. Alhaitham crosses his arms after he’s taken his shoes off. With a quirked up eyebrow he nods for Kaeya to continue. “We both love her. And I can tell that we are men above fighting over her affections, considering we are both very special to her. I’m sure she told you the nature of our argument earlier?”

“K-Kaeya, I’m s-sorry for what I said-“ you try to interrupt.

A cool hand cups your cheek as Kaeya kisses your nose. “I know you are, snowflake. But since I still have duties in Mondstadt and you’re here…”

Alhaitham uncrosses his arms with a hmph. “Are you suggesting we share her? As in a polygamous relationship?” Kaeya merely nods and catches your gaze. You’re completely aghast. It’s true you love the both of them and couldn’t be without the other, but will the two of them get along? Is this something Alhaitham would even agree to? He’s not one to share so you’re sure he’s gonna say—

“I would like that.”

“What?!”

“Are you saying you don’t love the two of us?”

You struggle to respond to Alhaitham’s quip but find yourself stuttering over your words. You never thought he would agree. So, he really does love you that much huh? You then go over the pros and cons in your head and you can’t honestly think of anything. Except one thought comes up. “What about the two of you?” You ask, pointing between the two men.

Kaeya has an evil smirk as he approaches Alhaitham and brings him into a surprise kiss. Alhaitham’s yelp of surprise is cut off by the man in front of him grabbing at his chest. It’s quiet, with the exception of the two men kissing beside you. When they break apart, they’re breathless and the lust elevates between the three of you. Kaeya chuckles at the gray haired man’s expression as he licks his lips. “I can see why she’s so smitten with you.”

The scribe tries to recompose himself as he realizes what’s about to transpire. He catches your reaction out of the corner of his eye and doesn’t hesitate to kiss Kaeya again. His hands cup the knight's face as he stands to grind his hips into the other. Kaeya lightly groans into the kiss and starts to lose himself to the man he should be detesting. Alhaitham loosens his grip on Kaeya’s face and trails his hands down the other’s chest and down to his hips, lifting a leg to feel just how hard Kaeya is. The kiss is sloppy and messy, the opposite of Alhaitham in every way and it is turning you on so much. Seeing their kiss has you rubbing your thighs together as you try to inch closer to the two loves of your life. You bite your lip to hold back your whine at being ignored. Why do they get to have all the fun?

Alhaitham is the first to pull away and turn to you. His pupils are blown out not just from the kiss but the way your eyes glaze over with lust as his chest heaves up and down. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling left out.” His eyes wander to your thighs and he smirks. “I thought this is what you wanted? The two of us to get along?” Kaeya then rolls his hips into Alhaitham’s, causing him to give a low moan as the knight unwraps himself from the latter.

“Oh? Is our snowflake greedy?” You find yourself nodding dumbly as Kaeya traces the back of his finger across your face. The lust in his tone has you hissing from his fleeting touch. You move on the bed to sit on your knees, with your face looking up toward the two now very horny men. His hand slowly wraps around your neck with his thumb rubbing at your throat. Your gaze is pleading with him to tighten his grip. He gives a quick squeeze and your eyes roll back, almost losing your balance. His other hand caresses your face then falls down to your chest, lightly playing with your collar bone before rubbing his palm over your pert nipple. You want more, no you need more, so you arch your back into his touch. At your reaction Kaeya pulls away. “Not yet, darling. I have to show Alhaitham how to touch you correctly. So save it for him, okay?”

You can only nod as Alhaitham has already discarded some of his clothes on his own accord. With confidence, Alhaitahm now kisses you directly. The taste of the cocktail you had and his own breath mingle for a smell and taste that has both of you begging for more. His tongue licks at your lips before he sucks at your neck. With your eyes closed in pleasure, you miss Kaeya remove his shirt and place himself behind Alhaitham. You feel Alhaitham shudder slightly as his hands find your waist. “Cup her breasts,” Kaeya whispers in his ear. “Her nipples are sensitive. You might even like to lick them. Like this…” He leans over from behind Alhaitham who leaned over and suckles your breast while cupping and pinching the other. He pulls away with a pop and kiss Alhaitham’s cheek. “Just like that. And don’t worry, she likes it rough.”

That’s all Alhaitham needs to hear before he repeats the actions Kaeya had just done. You gasp in surprise and struggle to stay on your knees. Gray hairs tickle your chest, giving you a sense of comfort. You feel him bite at your nipple and you grab onto his hair for leverage.

Although his mouth is occupied you can still hear him command you. “Keep your eyes on me.” You slowly open your eyes and see his intense gaze boring into yours. He adds the pressure to the breast in his mouth, fondling your other breast harder. It’s weird being under his spell of passion. You never thought he would be trying to make you break in this way. As much as you wanna look away, you can’t. You pull at his hair when he sucks on your nipple as your breath hitches. You breathed heavily through his nose and snickers. With your attention on Alhaitham, you miss the way Kaeya had snuck behind you. His hands are on your hips as he kisses at your neck. You can feel his bare chest against your back, and his warm erect penis against your ass.

You feel him breathe against your ear and your head falls back against him. “Nuh uh, snowflake. I think he said to keep your eyes on him. But let’s get you more comfortable, hm?” With almost practiced form, Kaeya moves back and pulls you so you’re sitting in between his legs as Alhaitham doesn’t break contact with you and moves with you. Your walls clench feeling Kaeya’s erection on your back in anticipation. The man behind you spreads your legs, giving Alhaitham better access to your awaiting body. Lithe fingers all over your body have your head spinning. The scribe releases your breast with a pop and grabs at the back of your head with controlled force.

“I told you,” he growls out, “to keep your eyes on me.” Your hips shake from Kaeya running his fingers around your hips, teetering dangerously close to your lower lips. Alhaitham then slots his lips over yours, darting his tongue into your mouth. The more you kiss him, the more you love the taste of him. You could get drunk off of it. You feel his hands cup your breasts and play with your nipples and you keen into the kiss. The kiss is suddenly interrupted when you whimper out.

“Oh fuck!”

Alhaitham huffs and looks down between your legs. The temperature in the room elevates as he watches Kaeya’s fingers in a haze. The way they open and play with your lips, sliding up and down your pussy. Your breathing shallows as his fingertips keep coming close to your clit but never touches. You wanna buck your hips for more but being in between the two men makes it difficult.

While Kaeya may be playing with you, his eyes are focused on Alhaitham. The way his eyes never leave your pussy has the knight grinning. He spreads your lips wider cause a main to erupt from your throat. With a husky demeanor, Kaeya speaks up. “She gets messy when you’re slow with her.”

“I’m not incompetent in the bedroom,” Alhaitham quickly quips.

“But you don’t know her likes, what turns her on…” Kaeya trails off for a second. “What makes her do this.” He emphasizes by inserting a finger inside your wet pussy, causing you to whine loudly. Your back arches a bit off him and your abs contract. The two toned eyed man in front of you sighs with a gruff before he removes a hand from your chest and copies Kaeya’s movements. He’s also keenly aware of the electricity between him and the knight when their fingers touch. “She feels good doesn’t she?”

Alhaitham tries to ignore the question to enjoy the feeling of your walls clenching around their fingers. Both men have a finger in you, Kaeya closer to your clit with the other below. Their fingers going in and out together has your body needing to shake in pleasure. You’re sure this is a metaphor for something but you’re too blissed out to notice.

“Do you think you could move? You’ve had more time to do this than I have.”

“Heh,” Kaeya chuckles, “are you trying to take charge?”

Their pace inside you increases and your grip on the two men tightens. You’re not sure who, but someone just barely graded your clit and a high pitched moan escapes your lips.

“It would be better. I’ve known her longer.”

Behind you Kaeya rolls his his and starts to rub your aching bud. “Yeah? We’ll have you made her cum so hard she can’t walk? Or made her scream in ecstasy from being fucked over and over.” He inserts two fingers in your slit, making it now three fingers, with his thumb rubbing over your clit.

Alhaitham’s fingers spread your lips again as your juices coat his fingers. “It’s something I’ve wanted to do for awhile,” his breathing got deeper. “And since I’ve already passed the tutorial, I’d like to have my turn.”

You groan in pleasure and frustration before finally speaking up.

“Would you both,” you pant, “shut up and fuck me?”

You hear some possessive chuckling as their fingers increase their speed. You shut your eyes in pleasure, your head falling back into Kaeya’s chest with your own heaving. “I-I’m so close! It feels so, so good!” Your arms weakly reach out for the man in front of you grabbing for him to kiss you. He easily falls into the temptation of your lips and silences any moans. His finger inside curls with the captain’s and you whimper into his lips. You feel your walks clench and that cook inside needing to be releaswd.

Kaeya breathes heavily behind you, his cock throbbing at the thought of being inside you. And from being challenged by the man to your front. He’s so used ri being in charge, but having someone who also is used to it is invigorating for the cryo user. It’s sexy and he likes it a little too much. “Aw, you’re close aren’t you? Come on baby girl, cum for us. Let him see what he’s been missing.” Almost as if on command, your hips shake as your orgasm overwhelms you. Before it hits, Alhaitham speeds his finger and releases your lips to hear the beautiful melody that is your release. You cum hard on their fingers, body rolling to help you through the sensation. Both men slow their fingers as two pairs of lips attach to your neck and collar bone. Kaeya leaves fleeting kisses in your sweaty skin before he bites your earlobe. “I think he wants to fuck you. But shouldn’t you prepare him?”

You bite your lip in anticipation and gently push Alhaitham off of you. You maneuver your body to be on all fours in front of the scribe. You start to crawl toward him and lower your body to rest on your stomach. Your hands make good work of his pants to free his cock from its confines. It stands tall, the tip wet with pre cum as it throbs against his chest. You’ve always imagined what his cock would look like and it’s better than your imagination. You unconsciously lick your lips. Above you, Alhaitham cups your face and stares down at you with love and lust. “Just like before, keep your eyes on me.”

You nod eagerly as you slowly wrap your lips around the head. Your tongue swirls around the head and dips into the cleft of it. Alhaitham grips your hair, forcing you to go down further. He’s bigger than you thought, and that makes it all the better. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down his shaft. The look of lust and desire in his eyes goes straight to your cunt as you raise your hips and shake them. A harsh slap comes to your ass that makes you wet and moan on Alhaitham’s dick. Behind you, Kaeya gives your ass another smack before you feel the tip of his cock mess with your lower lips. You keen backwards and shut your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, you feel a light slap to your cheek. Possessive eyes meet your glassy ones. “I told you to keep your eyes on me. I don’t care what he’s doing to you.”

Kaeya chuckles. “I’m getting ready to fuck her. Is that alright, snowflake?”

You pull off of Alhaitham’s wet and leaking cock to nod and pant out. “Yes, I’m good master.”

“Good girl,” Kaeya congratulates. “Now make sure to suck him dry as I fuck you, okay?”

You agree and go back to sucking off Alhaitham. The scribe tosses his head back as your warm mouth takes him again. His breath escapes with a groan as his hand stays firm on your head. “Is this what he’s reduced you to? An eager slut who loves sucking my cock? You always wanted to be between two men,” Alhaitham hisses as you take him to the base. “So fucking dirty.”

“The scholar has a nasty mouth on him. I like it,” Kaeya comments before his erect penis slides inside you, your essence acting as lubricant. “Oh you always feel so good, princess. Take your master’s cock.” He slams his hips into you and you give a muffled yelp. Your grip on the scribes thighs tighten as Kaeya sets a brutally teasing pace. He starts at nice and slow, letting you get adjusted to him and then pistons into you. Saliva falls out the corner of your mouth as he pounds you, making it hard to focus on the dick in your mouth. Kaeya is unrelentless, incredibly turned on by the two people in front of him. He knows he loves you, and maybe in time he’ll love the man you're blowing. Kaeya is sure of it. With how tightly he’s gripping your skin, you’re sure his nails will leave indents. That thought has you moving your hips back into him. All the while, Alhaitham still hasn’t broken eye contact with you.

All he can think of is how good you’re making him feel. He wants this all the time and never wants to let you go. You’ve already cum once and he assumes you’ll cum again, so finally having intercourse with you will have to wait. He doesn’t want to tire you out, and from the night you’ve had he thinks two orgasms is enough. He feels the need to unload himself into you, a feeling he’s used to on some lonely nights but being able to do this with you is something else entirely. Kaeya is groaning and grunting behind you as your walls clench around him. He knows he’s getting close and can judge that his new partner is too. So to make things easier, he leans over to rub at your clit viciously. He feels you shake and you stop to yell in muffled pleasure. You suck on Alhaitham. Hard.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you do that.” Hearing this, you suck him harder as Kaeya’s fingers bring you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Alhaitham’s husky voice is enough to bring you to your knees but hearing it in this capacity has you seeing stars. You feel his hips buck up into your mouth as his hand speeds up. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. You better take it all. I don’t wanna see a drop on these sheets, you understand? Take all my cum.” You hear him grunt through his teeth, his hot cock throbbing in your mouth. Before you know it, his hips rise and his hand presses down as he releases into your mouth. Curses and mumbles of your name flow from his lips as his balms empty down your throat. You pause your ministrations to catch his face in utter ecstasy.

It’s beautiful. You want to remember this face for a long time.

His cum tastes a little salty, kind of like his attitude, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. After seeing Alhaitham succumb to euphoria, Kaeya holds onto you tighter as he quickens his pace. “Such a good girl, making him cum like that. Now take my seed, princess. I know you wanna be full of me. And since,” he thrusts hard, “you’re so obedient, don’t spill a drop.” With your mouth free, you’re able to moan and whimper as loud as you want. Your throat gets no reprieve as Kaeya pounds into you.

“F-fuck Kaeya, you feel so good.” That earned you a spank to your ass.

“That’s not,” he spanks you again. “That’s not what you call me.” He rubs your clit hard as tears come to your eyes.

“I-Im sorry! It felt so, so good! Can I, can I cum?” Your whines and pleads are a symphony to the two men as the knight finally reaches his climax with a loud whimper. He empties himself into you, holding you against him. You hear him mutter about how you’re a good girl and how good you feel. From the rush of intense and overwhelming emotions, and the physical stress you were under, it’s no surprise you passed out.

Alhaitham is concerned when you’re very clearly sleeping and Kaeya is still inside you. He coughs, “shouldn’t you remove yourself? I guess we fucked her so hard she couldn’t handle it.”

Kaeya gently removes himself from you and trails kisses down your cheek to your neck. He signs softly before asking, “where’s your bathroom? I’ll clean her up so she won’t wake up with all this filth.” Alhaitham points him where to go and he has a moment alone with you. Goodness, you’re even more beautiful asleep. He can’t help but leave a small kiss on your lips. Kaeya returns with water and a towel, immediately cleaning you up without waking you. The temperature in the room starts to drop as the lust fades. Alhaitham returns to the bed and sees Kaeya do the same opposite you. “We can talk in the morning,” Alhaitham concludes, “I think rest is most important for us right now.”

*****

The sunlight peaks into the bedroom, causing you to awake from your slumber. You get up and stretch, feeling some soreness across your body. You turn to the left and see Kaeya, a warm smile coming to your face. You turn to the right and notice the sleeping form of Alhaitham. The butterflies return to your stomach as you brush some of his hair out of his eyes. The sunlight makes him look ethereal in the morning and you want to see this all the time. You lightly kiss his nose before snuggling back into bed, realizing that the unthinkable is possible with your research and in your love life, the future looking bright.

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@themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex @piterelizabethdevries

"I've always been a big fan of Ke$ha. The music of her early years was like a gateway for me letting myself to like Top 40.

I was a huge fan of her aesthetic of this flagrant shameless image... it was fun, it let you feel like being broke and young and partying all the time was aspirational.

It felt like a pass not to care about the world. At least as long as her music was on.

But then, years pass and it comes out that all of those party girl songs were made during years of physical and emotional abuse by her producer, that the party girl image was a construct that she didn't really have control over and maybe even didn't really like.

And knowing that in a world where otherwise I would still play the hell out of those Ke$ha early years music, it just doesn’t feel the same anymore.

I want to go back to the way her music made me feel in 2010, just unapologetic and dumb and glittery, but even though I want to, I can't.

Because now I know the circunstances under which that music was made.

And if you watch a piece of media, had an emotional reaction, whatever it was, and then learned that the context involved a certain level of exploitation, it changes the way you view the media, wheter you want it to or not.

Maybe Harper Lee's old age and deteriorating mental state were exploited by her publisher, in order to knock out a quick sequel to an American Classic before the door closed.

Maybe Ke$ha's party-girl image was carefully crafted by a sexually abusive iron-fist producer who had 100% control of her public image.

Maybe a lot of the art you consume, or even that you love, only exists because a person or people, or an entire island nation, were exploited by more powerful business interests.

But, that's capitalism.

Profit driven exploitation doesn't always have the last word.

Ke$ha's still locked into a contract with the label that enabled her abuser, but at least he's not there anymore?

And there are elements of the Hobbit Law that are up for repeal now that Labour is back in power, particularly the bit about outlawing collective bargaining, which to me is the most heinous part.

But these are only half measures, particularly the Hobbit Law repeal, which itself is no guarantee. I reached out to several people affiliated with the various New Zealand film guilds, but none are making comments to the media about the law until the law gets repealed.

If it does get repealed...

If you discover that a brand or company, like a bank or something, did something bad or unethical, it isn’t surprising. People just kind of shrug and go, yep that's how banks roll.

And maybe you'll close your account and go to a different bank, but the reality is that you probably don't care enough to even do that much, because unethical multinational corporations doing terrible things to people in the name of profit is just, kind of, the world.

You don’t have the brain space to care about all of them. We pay monopolistic cable companies for internet access, we have 401ks run by morally bankrupt hedge fund managers that we will never know, we still buy IPhones, we still buy cheap clothes while paying vague leap service to the knowledge that people are being exploited somewhere so we in America can boss Siri around.

In some ways we engage with a multitude of brands and corporations every day that someone, somewhere is getting exploited by, often cruelly so.

But media is different. Media is personal.

Media is designed to provide an escape, to stir emotions, to inspire.

The film industry is by no means the industry with the highest incidence of sexual harassment, but people care more about it when it gets exposed in the film industry, because the film industry creates media that hits emotional nerves.

And then when we find out that something we loved was made by someone who said or did bad things, it's like betrayal.

When people ask wheter is moral to separate art from the artist, or in this case, product from multinational conglomerate, what they're really asking is:

'How can I go back to consume media like I did when I was a kid? When the most context I had or cared about was who the author of my favorite book was, or why I like this actor, or what Ke$ha's real name and birthday is.'

But as an adult, you're expected to be an ethical consumer of media.

And it's somewhat inevitable that some people resent that, because consuming media the way children do is comforting.

Consuming media like The Hobbit as an adult is complicated and in this day and age, it's hard to do so innocently.

And I totally understand wanting to return to that innocence, and I don’t really have an argument against that worldview other than... that's adulthood."

(LINDSAY ELLIS: THE HOBBIT AN UNEXPECTED AUTOPSY (PART 3/2)- THE DESOLATION OF WARNERS )