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silkenstarlight · 4 years ago

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a night in crimson valley

Summary: Reader is a bartender at the Crimson Valley Motel. After she is accosted by a drunk John Walker, a familiar face offers her protection and comfort.

Pairing: Biker!bucky x bartender!reader

Warning/s: language, violence, alcohol use; sorta fluffy end

Word count: 5.6k

Author’s note: I’m unsure whether I want to turn this into a series; please let me know your thoughts!

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Her nose burned with the scent of blood and cheap vodka, no matter how hard she scrubbed.

In the early days, when she had first been stationed at this bar, she had stocked the cupboard beneath the register with supplies. Lemon-scented bleach, candy-blue windex, a dried up tube of wet wipes. Every night before closing, she had tugged on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and gone to work. Rubbing, scouring, swabbing away every spilled shot, every stray fingerprint. The dirt and spit and grime seemed to accumulate instantly, and yet, she continued her sisyphean housekeeping, trying to paint over the bar’s run-down reality with a layer of chemical gloss. But, all of that effort was to no avail; this was a roadside establishment, so there would always be sloppy drunks, and there would, most assuredly, always be bar fights, new stains to replace old. No use in hiding it.

Now, she’d grown numb to it, the cleaning supplies below the register covered in an ever-thickening coat of dust. The once shiny, lacquered surface of the bar now reflected dully beneath the low light, encrusted with old dirt and sour deeds. The floor was sticky, a years’ worth of spilled cocktails accumulating in a tacky glue trap. The mirror behind the bar, its surface cloudy and warped, reflected the late-night debauchery of men in desperate need of respite.

Every night, she wiped foggy glasses with the same gray, fraying rag, watching the same blurred, bearded faces pass through. The Crimson Valley Motel, owned by (Y/N)’s father, was a dependable option for truckers looking for a night away from the cramped quarters and lumpy cots of their vehicles. With its low nightly fares and extensive parking, and her father’s promise of discounted drink prices at the attached bar, customers returned without fail. Even still, she tried not to grow too attached to any patrons. They were just passing through, after all, with separate lives waiting for them beyond the road and the walls of the motel. But, sometimes, she just couldn’t help herself.

Bucky Barnes was one such case.

The first things she had noticed the moment he walked into the bar two years ago were his eyes. Piercing blue, stern and ever-watchful, set beneath the overhang of his perpetually furrowed brow. That first night, he had nursed his whiskey glass with two gloved hands, staring at the bar’s surface as if he were trying to memorize every intricacy and flourish in its woodgrain. She had appreciated his presence ever since, so quiet and watchful, a stark departure from the raucous drunkards and wild military men who usually frequented the Crimson Valley Bar. And, despite the fact that he drank as much as the other patrons, he never seemed affected by the alcohol, his gaze as clear and haunting as ever, even well into the dark hours of morning. It almost made her laugh, his perfect stoicism and strong jaw, the classic image of unperturbed masculinity. But she could sense the ghost of some deep sadness in the downturned set of his mouth. His shoulders always seemed tense, and he continually shifted his weight in his seat, peering over his shoulder every once in a while, as if suspicious that he was being watched. It made her swallow any skepticism about his demeanor, instead deciding that he was likely a very broken man, deserving of the space and quiet his countenance demanded. For that reason, she never asked him any questions, never made a move to satiate that burning curiosity within her. Better to keep a respectful distance than stir up unwelcome memories.

She had never even really spoken to him, and only knew his name because she once caught his signature on a receipt. By the time she read it, he had whisked away to spend the night in his motel room and prepare for departure early the next morning.

Whenever he came back, it was like she could sense his presence, could feel his steely gaze sweeping the bar. It was comforting, a sweet bubble of solace beneath the humming neon and peeling rock n’ roll posters, a space of quiet surrounded by the pressing screech of electric guitar and deep boom of drums. She never knew when he would return, his trucking routes and schedule difficult to predict with such minimal information, but she secretly looked forward to it. Another day, another opportunity to unwrap the quiet mystery of Bucky Barnes.

Tonight, the bar was crowded. Hopeful thoughts of seeing Bucky retreated to the very back corner of her mind as she poured sparkling streams of amber liquid into lines of waiting glasses, shaking and stirring and swirling again and again in the rote, mindless motions that a full house required. She had no room to daydream, not on a Saturday night, when more lonely truckers sought out the bar for company, and when the local military base flooded in on their night out. In a room full of loud men with wanting mouths, she needed to work quickly.

On nights like these, the men mostly left her alone, too absorbed in their own festivities to take much note of her. Beyond the simple “pleases” and “thank yous,” they seemed to recognize that any attempt to strike up a conversation would interrupt her flow and leave her begrudging, frustrated, and not exactly an ideal conversation partner. But, some men couldn’t take a hint.

She had been cutting lemon wedges, concentrating on creating an even slice and avoiding her fingertips with the dull knife blade. She counted each slice before pouring the wedges into a chilled metal bowl, her movements precise and rhythmic. 1, 2. 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, pour… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, pour… 1, 2, 3--

“Hey, bartender! I asked you a question.”

She knew it was John before she even bothered to look up. She sighed heavily, placing the knife on the counter and wiping her hands before tilting her gaze upwards.

John Walker was another regular here, but her opinion of him was very different than the tentative infatuation she harbored for Bucky Barnes. To put it simply, she did not like John. Whenever he swaggered past the bar’s threshold, flanked by his two favored cronies, she shuddered. Unlike the relatively polite regulars who frequented the bar, John was demanding, expecting (Y/N) to cater to his every whim without complaint. He was, apparently, a favored recruit at the military base. She just thought he was a privileged asshole. One time, he refused to tip her because she didn’t smile at him when she served his drink. And, another time, he broke his glass on purpose just to watch her clean it up.

Now, he was staring at her, head cocked and arms crossed, expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard him utter.

She sighed again, leaning against the counter. “Sorry, John. Didn’t catch your question.” Her voice was flat, lacking in genuine sympathy. “Mind repeating it?”

“Can’t even listen,” he said to himself, shaking his head in disappointment. “As I asked earlier, did you water down my fuckin’ snakebite?”

She stared at him, eyes boring into his cold blue ones, and she thought for a second. She was annoyed by his interruption, but this could go poorly if she didn’t handle it with care. If she said the wrong thing, he could get offended, and she was the only woman in a room full of men. She could hold her own in a fight and had some experience with self-defense, sure, but that wouldn’t hold up against a man with John’s stature and training. She couldn’t predict if any of the other men in the room would come to her rescue if things went south, but she couldn’t really blame them. He was tall and strong, and had a temper to boot. But his fragile masculinity, which compelled him to talk down to her and order such ridiculous drinks as a snakebite, wouldn’t survive if she talked back. So, her decision was made.

“Well, John,” she said, her voice low as she smirked. “Usually, you’re already plastered by the time you make it to my bar. I always have to water down your drinks because you can’t hold your fucking liquor.”

His face darkened, brows drawing downwards in a chilling expression of anger. He gritted his teeth together and pushed back from the bar, motioning to turn away from her and back to his friends. “I can handle my liquor just fine, thank you.”

She cleared her throat, catching his attention. “Actually, just last weekend, you threw up all over the parking lot. My poor Pops had to clean it up.” She chuckled at the memory of her father, grumbling with a bucket and mop in hand, as John sat with his head in his hands in the front office. “You might not remember it, John, but I do. We all do.” The incident had occurred well before closing time, so many of the bar’s customers had seen it with their own eyes. One or two had surely caught it on camera.

“Are you fucking mocking me?” A vein popped out on his neck, his face growing read and hot.

She felt her pulse rise in fear, but she ignored it, hand resting next to the knife on the counter. “Maybe I am.” She leaned forward, leering at him. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about it?” He laughed incredulously, picking up his half-full glass and examining its amber-colored contents briefly before hurling it at the mirrored wall behind her.

She ducked, shielding her face from splattering liquid and broken glass. “Shit.” She dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled, frantically clambering below the bar for the cleaning cupboard. She knew how this encounter would go, but she was starting to realize that she shouldn’t have pushed it. He had never actually threatened her physical harm before, resigning himself to simply being an asshole. Tonight, that had obviously changed.

“Nuh-uh, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His voice was still loud enough to pierce her eardrums over the pulsating music. He reached down to where she was, grasping for Windex in the dusty, cavernous cabinet, and roughly gripped her hair in his fist. He pulled up harshly, causing an unpleasant sting to radiate down her scalp. The breath caught in her throat.

She had fucked up. Badly.

He wrenched her close, until their faces were just inches apart. He examined her face, his own visage arranged in an unpleasant sneer. She looked straight into his eyes, unwilling to back down, even though she was frightened of what he might do.

“I should put you in your place.” His voice was quiet, only audible to her. She shuddered, lip curling in distaste. The sour taste of bile rose on her tongue at the violating way his eyes scanned her face, as if he were a predator examining his prey. A few patrons were watching, pausing their conversations to watch the show. But, none were helping, jumping up to arrive at her aid. A dark pit grew in her stomach at the observation.

He loosened his grip on her hair and she moved to pull back, but before she could, he spit in her face, a thick, hot wad of saliva landing on her cheek. Her mouth gaped in disgust, nose flaring, and she stepped back, wiping the insult from her face with her sleeve and slipping the knife she had been using earlier into her hand, concealing it behind her back. She retreated until her back was flush with the mirror behind her, eyes flitting wildly, trying to find a gap in the crowd where she could disappear and distance herself from him. But all she could see was his face, his hooked nose and hooded eyes, that awful, sneering expression, as he prepared to jump over the bar and bridge the gap between them.

But, before he could, his head slammed into the bar’s wooden surface with a sickening crack!

Her mouth dropped open in confusion, the rushing bout of adrenaline quickly waning in her veins as she took in the sight of John, head pinned to the counter by a gloved hand. Wait, is that--?

Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked up from John’s floundering figure to find Bucky, his hand firmly wrapped in John’s hair, his face contorted in an expression of rage. She had never seen him like this, nose scrunched, eyes dark. His eyes briefly flickered to hers, and when their gazes met, his face softened slightly, as if to provide her with some sense of reassurance. The breath stalled in her throat, but before relief could flood into her limbs, she saw John stirring in Bucky’s grip.

“What… what the fuck, man?” John turned his head, cheek pressed against the bar’s cool surface, to stare at Bucky out of the corner of his eye.

“Watch yourself, buddy.” Bucky’s voice was gruff and uncaring.

“Buddy?” John scoffed.

“Well, what’s your name, then?”

A laugh rose in John’s throat, bubbling over into a bitter, joyless sound. He was trying to intimidate Bucky into backing off, shifting his weight below him in an effort to distract him.

It didn’t work. Bucky simply pressed John’s face even harder into the counter, until the breath whooshed from John’s lips in a muffled, defeated gasp.

“I asked you a question.”

“Fine-- fine. Name’s Walker.”

“Well, Walker,” Bucky replied, leaning in close until his face obstructed John’s vision. “Keep your fucking mitts off my girl here.”

“What?” She couldn’t help it as the question left her lips in a surprised gasp. Bucky’s eyes flicked up to her again, lips pulling down in an embarrassed grimace, as if he hadn’t meant to call her that.

That moment was enough time for John to act.

Bucky grunted and stumbled back a couple of steps as John pushed out from under him. There was no time to think, no time to act, before John strode towards Bucky and socked him straight in the nose, Bucky’s head whipping violently to the side.

(Y/N)’s heart plummeted into her stomach. She stayed anchored to her spot in front of the mirror, unable to move. There wasn’t much that she could do. Now that John had initiated a physical fight, he likely wasn’t going to stop throwing punches until either he or Bucky collapsed. And with Bucky eliminated as a threat, there would be no one standing between John and her. With that thought, she brought the knife out from behind her and clutched it to her chest like a lifeline. She watched Bucky and John with rapt attention, waiting for the fight to turn back in her direction again.

Blood began to gush from Bucky’s nostrils in a thick stream, staining his lips a wet scarlet and dribbling down his chin. But, he smiled, shaking his head slightly and chuckling darkly.

“You’re really askin’ for it now, Walker.”

Before (Y/N) could even blink, Bucky sprung, landing a jab and a right cross that hit John square in the chin. He grabbed John by the collar and slammed him into his knee, the pure force knocking the wind out of John’s chest with a meek groan. Bucky pushed John roughly into a table and John stumbled, causing a chair to clatter and fall, but he remained upright, leaning heavily against the table.

“You going to fight back at all?” Bucky’s goading tone took (Y/N) by surprise. Why was he egging him on?

John snorted and cracked his neck, trying to shake an encroaching sense of uncertainty from his limbs. He pushed off from the table and began a slow, circling orbit around the center of the room, sizing Bucky up with a violent, wolflike gaze, pushing the other customers flush against the wall. Bucky simply stood in place and watched, trying to anticipate John’s next move.

John stopped circling when he was directly across from (Y/N), Bucky between them. She felt John’s gaze slide from Bucky to her, his eyes languidly raking over her body, sensing out her fear. When he saw the knife in her hand, he raised an eyebrow in disapproval, shaking his head. Her heart pounded, adrenaline beginning to thrum through her veins once more.

John widened his stance and bent his knees, assuming an athletic stance in preparation to tackle Bucky. Bucky imitated his movement, planting his feet firmly into the floor. John inhaled deeply through his nose, once, twice, and then, he took off, running towards Bucky at full speed.

The room watched in silence, holding a collective breath. The only sound was the pounding of John’s boots against hardwood, the music paused long ago.

He hit Bucky with the force of a mack truck. It was enough to knock anyone off their feet, even someone who had fared as well as Bucky in the fight so far. John hit him so hard that they went flying, suspended in the air for a moment. For (Y/N), it felt so much longer, watching her savior struggle against the grip of his opponent in midair, uttering a quiet “Shit!” as his back slammed into the floor. And then, Bucky was still, John crouched over his immobile form, a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

(Y/N) felt her body move off its own accord, pushing away from the wall, past the safety of the bar’s counter, towards the aftermath of the fray. Her legs quivered, a hard lump rising in her throat as she pushed towards the edge of the crowd. She couldn’t see Bucky’s face, his head concealed by John’s hulking body. A shudder wracked her body, her hope waning.

It was like John could sense her presence. He looked up, his sickening grin showing glistening, too-white teeth. She flexed her fingers, adjusting her grip on the knife. John’s eyes caught the movement, sensing the glint of low light against the blade, and he smirked. He was about to rock back onto his knees, to get up and finish what he started, when Bucky’s head slammed into his.

Disoriented, (Y/N) stepped backwards, once again flush with the crowd. One moment, she had been preparing to fight, to let the blood-soaked evening devolve into even more violence. Then, the next, Bucky had suddenly reanimated, an almost superhuman force driving power into his limbs. He bucked John, still reeling from the unexpected headbutt, off of him with an aggressive, thrusting twist. John tumbled and collapsed on the floor next to Bucky, who slowly knelt, then stood, eyes on John the whole time. When John didn’t budge, splayed on the floor with a distant, vaguely dazed expression, Bucky turned his gaze to (Y/N).

The room was dead silent, save for John’s labored breathing and the sound of Bucky’s boots against the hardwood as he slowly walked towards (Y/N). The room seemed to fade around the two of them, the confused, awed, and fearful faces of the spectating patrons blurred together in an anonymous mass. It smelled of sweat and rust and spilled liquor, but she didn’t care, because Bucky was okay.

“Anyone else?” Bucky asked the rest of the room, not taking his eyes off of (Y/N), even for a moment, lest she disappear, or worse. But she didn’t, staying rooted to the same spot, eyes glistening with gratitude. And no one responded to Bucky’s challenge.

When Bucky came to a stop a foot in front of her, the other customers began to quietly file out, afraid to utter any remarks that may provoke another altercation. John’s two cronies picked him up from the floor, hefting his arms over their shoulders and bolting for the exit, his boots dragging on the floor. (Y/N) watched them exit, watched them stuff John into the backseat of their car before they peeled out of the parking lot and took off with the screeching sound of retreating rubber.

“You know,” Bucky said, his voice soft in spite of the evening’s violent course. “You don’t have to worry about using that. You’re safe with me.” He pointed at the knife, still clutched in (Y/N)’s hands.

She looked down at the knife in her hands and then looked up at him, formulating a response, when she noticed that he had a gash on his jaw, as well as a still steadily-flowing nosebleed. The knife clattered to the floor as she reached for his hand. “You’re bleeding.” Her voice was thick with worry, regretting the fact that he had suffered for her sake.

He shook his head. “I’ve gotten worse.”

“Let me help you.” She glanced urgently around the bar, now empty save for the two of them. “I can close up and bring the first aid kit to your room. I owe you, after all of that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” He paused for a second, considering. “But, sure. A couple of bandaids wouldn’t hurt.”

She smiled. “I’ll be there in ten.”

His brows creased together slightly, a chagrined smile curling his lips upwards. “Oh, I’m not leaving you alone just yet. We didn’t see where Walker went. He could be waiting just outside with those two other guys.”

She knew that both she and Bucky had seen them drive away, but she nodded anyways. “Alright. Just let me grab the first aid kit and my keys.”

“Deal.”

She picked the knife up from the floor and walked back to the bar, placing it gently in the sink. As Bucky walked towards the entrance, surveying the parking lot outside from the small, frosted window, she reached into the cabinet of cleaning supplies, pulling out a rusted, white box with a blaring maroon cross emblazoned on its front. She blew off the thin layer of dust that coated it and stood, grabbing her keys from the hook next to the mirror and joining Bucky at the entrance.

He turned towards her, noting the first aid kit, and grinned. “Room 102, here we come.”

She returned his smile as he opened the door, midnight air washing over them in a brisk, drafty waft. They stepped outside, engulfed in nighttime chill, and she shut the door and locked it, fumbling with the cold metal of the keys. Bucky stepped closer to her, his arm brushing against hers, his body emanating an intoxicating warmth. She welcomed his proximity, wondering if he could sense the fact that she was cold, as they walked across the parking lot to his motel room.

He pulled his key from his back pocket and slid it through the card swipe, the door unlocking with a crisp click. She was looking out at the parking lot, at the trees and darkness beyond, wondering if John and his friends were in fact lurking out there somewhere, biding their time for the right moment to strike again. He was definitely the type to hold a grudge for a night like this. If he didn’t retaliate tonight, he would soon, would let her soak in the fear for a few days and then arrive at the bar unannounced with dues to pay.

Bucky cleared his throat, and (Y/N)’s attention snapped back to him. She looked up at him, eyes wide and surprised, and found that his smile was gentle and knowing.

“You’re safe with me. Come on, let’s get inside. It’s cold.”

When they stepped inside, they were greeted with a welcoming warmth. The door shut behind them. He walked over to the little oak nightstand next to the single queen-sized bed and turned on the bedside lamp, its bulb washing the room in a dim, glowing halo of amber. She sighed, muscles relaxing, seeming to melt into the warmth, into the comfort of being somewhere besides the bar. She placed the first aid kit on the bed and shrugged off her cardigan.

“So, doc,” Bucky teased, approaching her at the foot of the bed. “What’s the plan? How’re you going to fix me up?”

“Well,” she said, squinting as she examined his face. “We’ll have to wash all that blood off first, so I can assess the damage.”

He gestured to the bathroom with one hand. “Lead the way.”

They walked into the bathroom and he flipped the light on, its white fluorescence a stark contrast from the soft light in the other room. She grabbed a bleach-white washcloth from the shelf above the toilet and turned on the faucet, dampening the cloth under the steady stream of water. She turned off the faucet and stepped back as Bucky leaned against the sink, crossing his arms.

“This might sting,” she said quietly, stepping into the space between his legs, his stance framing hers. He simply nodded in response. She tried not to think about their sudden proximity, the fact that she was alone in a motel room with a man who had risked his own safety to protect hers, a man she had been secretly pining over for a while now. Instead, she smoothed the wet washcloth in her hands and brought it up to his face, dabbing gingerly at a stream of blood that had dried on his cheek. When she brushed against the cut on his jaw, he winced, a sharp huff of breath leaving his nose.

“Sorry,” she apologized, trying to handle the cloth with light fingers. “He really got you there.”

“Even if that’s true, part of me thinks I should thank the guy.”

(Y/N) paused. “W-what?”

“Well, he’s an absolute ass. Deserved what he got,” he chuckled. “But now, I’ve got the pretty girl who works at my favorite bar taking care of me. It was definitely worth a couple of scrapes.”

“I--” her response died in her throat, choked by the deep blush that was creeping up her neck. She paused dabbing at his face, looking at him quizzically.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, noting her creased brow and parted lips. “Too soon.”

“No-- no. It’s okay.” She shook her head and smiled, moving the washcloth to his upper lip as she wiped away the evidence of his bloody nose. I just didn’t think you felt that way, too.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, (Y/N) trying to avoid direct eye contact the whole time, lest her blush return, his face was clean. She stepped back and examined her handiwork before throwing the bloodied washcloth in the waste bin and leading Bucky back into the main room. She sat down on the bed, its springs groaning in a rusty bounce beneath her, and she opened the first aid kit, searching for a suitable bandage for his jaw. He knelt on the floor in front of her, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her, caging her in with his arms but refusing to let his touch drift any closer without permission. He watched her fingers flit indecisively between the different band-aid choices.

Finally, she plucked one from its box, carefully unpeeling its wrapping. Bucky tilted his head slightly, allowing her easy access to the cut on his jaw, and she delicately placed the band-aid over it, careful not to press too hard against the tender skin. Her touch unconsciously lingered a moment longer, lightly caressing his face with the pads of her fingers. But after a few seconds, when she didn’t pull away, they both inhaled sharply, his face quickly growing hot. Their eyes met, and she dropped her hands to her sides, his piercing blue gaze boring into hers.

He blinked and stood, walking over to the door and hunching down to glance at the parking lot through the peephole.

“I should get going,” (Y/N) said, voice hushed as she snapped the first aid kit shut. She stood, grabbing her cardigan, preparing to meet the cold outside and run to her permanent room. “Thank you. For everything.”

He turned away from the door. “Hold on.” His voice was grave, a stark contrast to the light, flirty turn of the evening since they had entered his room. “We still don’t know if he’s out there.”

(Y/N) bit her lip and shifted her weight, silently grateful for his hesitancy to let her be alone. “What are you suggesting?”

“You can take the bed.” He gestured to the spot on the carpet between the bed and the door. “I can take the floor.”

“A-are you sure?”

“If I was in your position, I wouldn’t want to be alone,” he said, voice rough and quiet. “But, it’s your decision to make. I can walk you back to your room, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

She thought for a second. She agreed with Bucky’s observation that John may still be out there, lying in wait, and he had been spot-on with the remark that it would be frightening to be alone after tonight’s violence. So far, Bucky had proven himself to be good. She felt comfortable around him. He didn’t try to touch her, and he still gave her options, despite the fact that he seemed oddly protective of her. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he wouldn’t try to slip into bed next to her in the darkest hours of morning. He was a good man. He would live up to his promise and give her space, acting as a blockade between her and the outside world. For tonight, he would be the promise of warmth, of comfort, of safety.

“I think I’d be more comfortable here. With you.”

“Alright.” He offered a simple reply, walking over to her and taking the first aid kit and her cardigan from her, placing them on top of the dresser. “You’ll be safe with me,” he reassured her, bending down to look her in the eyes when he said it, uttering each word with heavy truth.

She nodded and bit her lip. When she felt her blush creeping back up her face, those stern, icy blue eyes of his fixated on her, she turned away, directing her attention towards the bed, hands smoothing over the covers. She grabbed a pillow, its blanched case stiff and rough from continual washing, and handed it to him. He smiled and took it, humming a low laugh and placing it on the floor next to the bed.

She pulled back the sheets as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Her eyelids were suddenly heavy, her body absolutely exhausted, but grateful for a safe place to rest after the day’s peril. She felt herself lull into a hypnotic state of rest before she could even pull the covers over her body, listening to the rumble of the motel’s heater and the whoosh of cars driving past on the distant highway.

Bucky finished in the bathroom and tiptoed to the closet. He grabbed the extra blanket from the top shelf, its woolen fabric starchy and coarse, and plopped it onto the floor next to his pillow. Then, he looked down at (Y/N), curled up on the bed, already halfway into a dream. He sighed, a soft smile gracing his lips, and he reached for the blankets on the bed, pulling them up over her sedated form. She shifted under the covers, settling into their warmth, and he turned off the bedside lamp, the room submerged in a sudden, but not unwelcome, darkness.

✧

She woke to light streaming through the gap in the curtains.

The room smelled of lavender detergent and carpet cleaner, and of something distinctly masculine and unfamiliar, the scent of mint toothpaste and rainfall. She stretched, her body grateful for a restful night as memories of the previous day trickled back in. John’s threats, Bucky’s heroism. Her shyness, her inability to tell him how she felt, despite the fact that he so clearly reciprocated those feelings he had hinted at.

She sat up in bed and looked around the room. On the floor next to her, the spare blanket was folded neatly, the pillow she had given to Bucky the previous night stacked on top of it. His duffel was gone from its perch on the dresser. Any trace of him had disappeared, save for the scent that hung in the air and the memories that clung to (Y/N)’s brain.

She sighed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. She had a lot of work to do today. She supposed that she should probably clean up the bar after last night’s incident, and should break open the cleaning supplies that she had left untouched for so long. She wished that she had had the chance to say goodbye to Bucky before he left, a faint sense of longing gripping her throat. But, at least the cleaning would take her mind off of that, for the time being.

As she stood, she brushed through her hair roughly with her fingers, gathering the first aid kit and her cardigan. She surveyed the room one last time, bathed in soft morning light, when a square of white on the nightstand caught her eye.

Brows furrowed with confusion, she walked over, abandoning her things on the bed. On the nightstand was a notepad, an uncapped pen sitting next to it. A brief note was scribbled on it.

Call me if he comes back.

Or, if you need me. For anything.

-Bucky

The message was followed by a phone number.

(Y/N) ripped the note from the pad and stared at Bucky’s slanted, spiked handwriting for a moment, noting the sharp angles and rushed script of his letters.

She stuffed the note in her back pocket and smiled.

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alicemitch09writes · 4 years ago

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first love

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

summary: You never forget your first love.

author’s notes: This is what prompted the many angst fics to come in my repertoire. I’ll just to slowly transfer some of my one-shots that are reader inserts here on tumblr.

twenty one pilot’s cover of ‘can’t help falling in love’ really helped me in the writing of this fic. It’s a favorite of mine I keep going back to when writing fics. Reader is a musician, who plays the ukulele and violin and at the time when I wrote this (back in 2017), I was learning to play the uke, mostly for fun.

also available on ao3.

disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help, falling in love with you

They moved to Tokyo when she was 8.

And at a young age, she was pretty much a timid and shy girl, always hiding behind her parents whenever in the presence of new people, especially when she was being introduced. She wasn't very good with socializing, always wary and scared that she'd make a horrible impression. And of people, in general. People were generally scary, especially those she was unfamiliar with. She found solace in music, due to her father's influence, who was a music instructor at a university. "When words fail, music speaks." He'd tell her as they played 'Heart and Soul' together on the piano, her mother taking a video of them from the side. And a little while later, by some miracle, she made friends with the local kids – Tetsurou and Kenma. The two were an odd pair, given Tetsurou's loud and mischievous demeanor being a total contrast to Kenma's quiet and well-behaved and aloofness. Still, they were the best friends she could ever have.

Years passed, and the three were inseparable.

Over time, the two proved to be more trouble than they were worth – Tetsurou, with his never-ending schemes and provocation abilities, and Kenma, with his indifference to the world so long as he was playing his games.

Nothing's changed much of her, other than her ability to keep the dynamic duo grounded. Also, she had her flair for music. Still, she was terribly shy. Though she has a voice, she chose to stick to the background, wanting to be out of the limelight.

Tetsurou would scold her, saying that it was a waste because she had a good singing voice. In which, would make her blush. Kenma would say the same thing even without looking up from his game console. But Tetsurou's words resounded, her heart beating like a drum.

Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

If I can't help, falling in love with you

It was the clichest thing to happen – she fell in love with her childhood friend.

She fell for Tetsurou.

For all his cockiness, his mischievousness, his peculiar affinity with cats (ironic that they attended Nekoma), and his atrocious bed hair – she loved it all.

Of course, she'd never tell him.

She doesn't have the heart to.

Neither will she tell Kenma, being the perceptive boy he was.

Plus, she'd have to go against a throng of his admirers (who made up of about half of the female population, by the way). There was no way she had a chance. And besides, who was she to him but his ever dependable, timid and adorable best friend?

When he bought her a ukulele on her 16th birthday – he knew she had wanted to try to play it for the longest time, she knew that it was simply out of friendship.

For a while, she became the volleyball team's manager. And for a while, she was able to play it cool with her feelings. This was okay, she thought, its better like this.

"This is my best friend, (Last Name) (Name)." he says, wrapping his arms around her neck as he hugged her from behind, introducing her to two players from Fukurodani.

The shorter of the two – Akaashi Keiji, smiles. "Nice to meet you, (Last name)-san."

"Oh! She's so cute!" says the loud boy – Bokuto Koutarou. "Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?"

Tetsurou laughed, chin digging into her head. "I've known her forever, that'll be weird."

"Kuroo, you're hugging her too tight." Kenma says with a frown.

Best friend.

That's all she'll ever be to him.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes, this love was meant to be

It was rare to find Tetsurou at his lowest since he was usually contented with whatever happened. But they lost, unable to secure a spot at nationals.

So when she found him all by himself at the gym, she knew he needed to be cheered up.

Taking her ukulele from her bag, she started playing. Tetsurou looked up just as she started singing. "You with the sad eyes don't be discouraged, oh I realize" she kneeled in front of him, watching him with careful eyes. "It's hard to take courage, in a world full of people; you can lose sight of it all, the darkness inside you, can make you feel so small."

She continued singing to him, feeling her heart beat faster with every line. It was so hard seeing this down, it was so unlike him. He rested his head on his folded arms, eyes closed as she sang. He always loved hearing her sing.

"And I see your true colors shining through," she wished her words reached him. "I see your true colors, and that's why I love you."

For a moment, she choked up. Not intending to say those words out loud, but they were part of the song, and the way she sang it with so much emotion that the look Tetsurou was giving her made her nervous. His golden eyes stared deep into her (eye color) – filled with so much emotion, but she focused on confusion, probably at why she had stopped.

Regaining her composure, she continued. "So don't be afraid to let them show, your true colors are beautiful like a rainbow."

Tetsurou cracked a smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair playfully. "When did you get so cheesy?"

"And when did you become this uncool?" she teased back, slapping his hand away. "Are you feeling better now?"

Sighing, he leaned his back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "A little, but thanks for coming after me."

"It's not the end of the world," she tells him kindly. "and after all, there's next year. Right, captain?"

The look on his face was priceless – clearly not expecting that. But their senpai had already decided, Kai and Morisuke were on it too, as was Coach Nekomata – before it broke into a grin.

His grin was the biggest she's ever seen.

Take my hand; take my whole life, too

'Cause I can't help, falling in love with you

Tetsurou got mad at her, saying painful words to her face.

Furiously, he turned to face her. She took a step back in surprise, clutching her ukulele to her chest. Then her instrument slipped from her hand, landing on the ground with a loud crack. The words coming out from his mouth were hard to bear, and she could just stand there taking it all in.

He didn't mean it really, but the stress and frustrations were just getting to him. She knew that.

"You know nothing. I never want to see your face again." He seethed.

When all was said and done, he up and left.

It felt as though the life was sucked out of her. She couldn't feel anything, she felt too numb to move. It only came as a surprise that she was still there when she found herself sitting on the ground, rocks digging into her skin.

Picking up her ukulele from the ground, she was surprised to find that it was still in one piece. Except for the scratches on the surface, and crack on the rim of the saddle boards. Funny, they seemed like an allegory.

Despite it all, the pain in her heart and Tetsurou's harsh treatment towards her, she found herself smiling. Hot tears streamed down her face, teeth digging unto her lower lip as if to keep her sobs in.

But the pain of it all was too much, she was only human.

Hugging her instrument to her chest, she allowed herself to cry, sobbing loudly, body shaking violently as her heart broke into smithereens.

She heard that they had made it to the semi-finals, being one of the top four schools, which shouldn't be a surprise. Actually, it was secondhand information from Kenma. Right after what happened with Tetsurou, she decided to cut ties with anything associated with him, which was basically everything – the volleyball club, Kenma.

It was something she had to – no, something she wanted to do.

No matter how much it killed her.

"Hey, let's make a little bet. If I win, you go out on a date with me."

"And if I win?"

"You won't ever see me again."

Gentle strums silenced out the lull machines, the dripping of liquids. Faint scents of flowers and fruits hid the overly sanitized room, with walls too white and dull.

"But I can't help," her voice was quiet, low, eyes transfixed to her fingers on each string on her ukulele. "falling in love," a lone tear slips down her face, though a smile graced her lips. "with you."

In front of her, the television displayed the live coverage of the nationals - Nekoma won against Fukorodani, and then lost to Karasuno.

She smiled, hugging her ukulele as tears slipped freely.

The memory of the bet they made when they were younger came to mind, making her smile. That was such a long time ago, Tetsurou probably forgot all about that just as he forgot all about her.

"Don't worry, you won."

Now you won't ever see me again.

He was surprised when they came back to school, she wasn't there. She was the first person he looked for since she was absent during the whole finals match. But she wasn't anywhere to be found – not in the library, the music room, the club room.

He had a promise to keep, and an apology to make up.

So it came as a surprise to him when his classmates' expressions turned grim at the mention of her name. Some had begun to cry, some looked away, nothing was making sense.

But one word was clear to him – cancer.

He turned to his best friend, who met his gaze. For the first time in his life, he saw anger in those usually stoic eyes. He knew then that he knew, he always knew. There was also pain, pain for his best friend's condition. And for (Name)'s sake, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Without a word, he ran, as fast as he can, ignoring the calls from his classmates, teachers, teammates. He had to get to her. He had to apologize; he didn't mean what he said. He wanted to see her, hold her, tell her he was stupid and an idiot-

But he was already too late.

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dukeofonions · 4 years ago

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The Problem With Asides

Before I get into anything I want to clarify that this is not going to be a criticism of the two Asides episodes we’ve gotten so far. This is a critique of the concept of Sanders Asides as a separate series from the original Sanders Sides. A second note I want to make is that this is, just as all my other posts are, a personal opinion. This is not meant to be an attack on anyone, just a general criticism from a confused writer and viewer of the show.

And final disclaimer: A lot of what I’m going to say is based on information that I no longer have available. It’ll mostly be me recalling things I heard and if I at any point get something wrong please feel free to let me know.

That being said, let’s get into this, shall we?

(Fair warning this post is very long hence why I’ve divided it into parts so feel free to read then come back as you wish)

Part One: The Concept of Asides

Some time ago last year, I believe shortly after Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts came out, was when the idea for Sanders Asides was first announced. The basic concept of it being shorter, more lighthearted videos focusing on the Sides outside of the main storyline. This format would allow them to give us more Sides content in between the long waits for the main series since those episodes were beginning to take more time to produce.

Of course, everyone was eager for more Sides, so the majority of people were excited. Not only that but due to the main series tackling heavier themes, the episodes were becoming more angsty with less time for the characters to just relax and goof off with each other. The idea of having episodes reminiscent of the low stakes, sillier, happier content of season one was a welcome break from the more complex episodes and would be a nice return to form for the series.

We were also informed that these episodes would be much simpler than their main series counterparts and wouldn’t disrupt the work being done on Sanders Sides, which meant we didn’t have to worry about long gaps between the main story episodes, right?

(Another disclaimer: I am perfectly aware of the main reason why we were not given as much content last year and am not blaming Thomas or the team for doing what was necessary to keep themselves safe and hope they continue to do so as this continues into the new year)

Jump to November 22, 2019, where we got our first official episode of Sanders Asides, roughly five months after DWIT came out. Which, for this fandom, was record time to get more content and I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly they were able to get this out. Though at the same time, I wondered why it took five months to make what was meant to be a short, simple episode.

So imagine my surprise when I went to watch the episode and saw it was nearly 20 minutes long. Which, okay, isn’t that bad when you compare it to the lengths of the more recent Sanders Sides episodes. But at the time, I was under the impression that the Asides would be, well, much shorter. The longest I expected would be maybe 15 minutes, but you know what? It’s the first episode and it has been a while since we’ve had Sides content, so maybe they wanted to give us a little extra due to the long wait.

I started the episode and at first, I was overjoyed when I saw the first shot of all the Sides sitting in the living room in their onesies about to have a movie night. This was exactly what I’d been hoping to see from this series! It’s pretty much a staple thing in the fandom for the Sides to have movie nights together, and now it was happening in canon!

At the moment, I had high hopes for this series and was filled with joy.

Then that hope and joy were immediately crushed when I realized this was yet just another Virgil-centric angst episode. In fact, this entire episode was, well, exactly like a regular Sanders Sides episode. Sure, there were some jokes here and there, but the tone of the episode was no lighter than the last Sanders Sides episode. If anything DWIT felt lighter in comparison to this one.

Which leads me to ask, what the heck happened?

Part Two: Literally the Same Show

At this point in time, we’ve only had two episodes of Asides. Usually, I try to hold off my judgment of a series until I’ve had at least one other episode to see if my original criticisms still stand.

To be fair, I did think Flirting With Social Anxiety was a step in the right direction. More comedy, a lighter tone, yes. Perfect. But again, just like with Are There Healthy Distractions? This episode quickly dove right back into the angst pool, and just like ATHD it was a pretty long episode, clocking in at almost 25 minutes.

Not only that but again, both FWSA and ATHD don’t feel any different from the episodes we’ve been getting in Sanders Sides.

1. They’re just as angsty.

2. Roughly the same length as Sanders Sides episodes.

3. Take about just as long to produce.

4. Contain a lesson to be learned.

Which, okay, you can have lessons in lighter shows too, but we’re already getting that in Sanders Sides and Sanders Asides was described as, well, being less plot heavy. Yet so far both episodes are still tied in with the main plot.

ATHD deals with the aftermath of DWIT, not directly but it’s pretty obvious that the whole thing with Virgil’s reveal at the end of that episode is being addressed in the background. Which, kind of takes away the impact of that ending, but I’ll get to that later.

Then FWSA takes place after Putting Others First and again, is dealing with things from that episode in the background. Again though, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It makes sense to see the characters dealing with things from past events.

So why is it a problem here? Because, again, Sanders Asides is meant to be a separate series, and all the subtext brought on from the episodes in Sanders Sides makes the plots in these two episodes confusing.

For example, I was perplexed during my first watch of FWSA because I couldn’t understand why the focus of the conflict was lying. I didn’t understand why Virgil and Roman came to the conclusion that Thomas’ reason for being unable to approach Nico was because he was lying to himself, when both the title of the episode and what we were shown points more to, well, social anxiety being the problem.

(Quick note: One could argue that this was done purposefully to have Virgil putting the blame on Janus since he doesn’t like him and wouldn’t want to admit that he was the one responsible, but this series has had a bad habit of favoring Virgil in the past so until we get more answers I’m gonna leave this on the backburner)

It didn’t help that I had no idea when this episode was meant to take place in the timeline, and I originally thought it could take place a bit after season two since Roman and Virgil seemed to be doing better, but more on them later.

All of this bugged me until I found out that FWSA takes place after POF, and after watching the live stream that followed and getting some more context, the lying thing made a bit more sense, but the fact that I was as confused as I was just caused more frustration to build up. And I wasn’t the only one who got thrown off by the “Lying is wrong” message of FWSA so I had to ask again, why was this episode a Sanders Asides when apparently, you need information from the last Sanders Sides episode in order to understand it?

So you’re telling me, that the second episode in what is supposed to be a separate series that isn’t meant to be a part of the main plot, is now integral to the plot of the main story you’re telling in what is, as you have said, a separate show? How does that make any sense?

Okay, one could argue that Thomas getting a love interest doesn’t really fit with the current storyline that’s going on in Sanders Sides, and that is a fair point. The problem with that is, FWSA takes place right after Putting Others First.

You all remember what happened at the end of that episode, right?

Part Three: Intrusive Plots

At this point we’ve all become rather accustomed to the long waits in between videos, it’s nothing new to us, and for the most part they haven’t done anything to harm the current plot of Sanders Sides. Sure, the length of time between videos can cause people to lose interest, but for the most part the tone of the last three episodes of Sanders Sides hasn’t differed much and the story flow is still going along smoothly.

Let’s start with Selfishness vs Selflessness, which is the episode that sets up the big climax for season two. It’s still got its jokes and funny moments, but the overall tone is far more serious than previous episodes have been. This carries on into DWIT where Thomas has been so stressed out lately that he’s begun to have trouble with his intrusive thoughts.

Virgil even gives a pretty good summary of Thomas’ current mental state: “He recently realized he’s a bigger liar than he thought he was, he doesn’t understand himself, he’s committed to skipping a big callback, and he’s sleep-deprived. So yeah, he feels like a piece of dirt who has no control over his life.”

And all that was a direct result of the ending of SVS, despite DWIT not being the direct follow up to that episode the two are still intertwined. Remember that for later.

DWIT ends with the long awaited reveal of Virgil having been a “Dark Side.” Even though the majority of the fandom had figured it out by as early as Can Lying Be Good? That didn’t take away from the emotional gut punch that this scene was and it’s one of my favorite moments from the series. I may have to make a whole post breaking that scene down but what matters is that this scene was a turning point for Virgil’s character.

We’ve seen him trying to hide the truth from Thomas ever since Janus and Remus started popping up, and there were close calls with both of them nearly revealing it themselves and continuously dropping hints to Thomas. Only for Virgil to admit it to Thomas himself, and leave before Thomas can even say a word.

We don’t know for sure how Thomas is feeling in this moment, but it’s clear he’s been shaken by this. He doesn’t really have a lot of time to process it before he remembers to acknowledge the audience and close out the video.

This comes up again once we finally get to the monster of an episode that is POF, the follow up to SVS that everyone had been waiting over a year for. Right away we see that Patton and Roman will be at the forefront of this discussion with Logan popping up every now and then, but who doesn’t show up in this episode despite having played a role in SVS?

Virgil.

He’s nowhere to be seen and his absence is definitely felt. Why wouldn’t he be part of this discussion? He was there in SVS and had a lot to say on the matter, he was even part of the decision to choose the wedding over the callback! So why wasn’t he there?

Well, just look at the ending of DWIT and there’s your answer. Of course he isn’t about to show his face after that. Not when Thomas is already under so much stress already and he isn’t sure how Thomas will react to seeing him-

*insert random voice whispering off to the side*

Wait, Virgil has seen Thomas since DWIT? When?

*whispers continue*

Oh, right, they interacted in Sanders Asides. How did that go again?

*whispers explain*

Huh? Thomas said he’s cool with Virgil despite revealing that he’s been hiding something from him this whole time? That “something” being the fact that Virgil was once considered part of the others that were currently making Thomas’ life miserable?

*whispers confirm*

Really? They’re both okay with each other now? Well, good for them.

So wait, then why didn’t Virgil show up in POF? He was there during the first discussion and honestly he’d have more of a reason to show up than Logan who wasn’t really present at all in SVS.

*whispers explain*

He just wasn’t need there? Hm, alright. Guess that makes sense…

Well okay, Virgil and Thomas are on good terms once POF rolls around, Virgil isn’t present during the conversation because he isn’t needed and I suppose his presence would make things worse. Especially once Janus revealed himself, he wouldn’t allow him to get a word in. Even though Janus could probably silence him but I digress.

Fast forward towards the ending of POF, remember when I said to remember how SVS and DWIT were connected? Well DWIT is just as important to POF, acting as a bit of bridge between to the two episodes.

Janus brings up Remus (both directly and indirectly) twice in this episode.

First here:

Notice how Roman’s breakdown is already being foreshadowed here, the camera focusing on him while “Logan” says this isn’t an accident.

The second time Remus is brought up is at the very end after Janus has revealed his name:

“Oh, Roman thank God you don’t have a mustache. Otherwise between you and Remus, I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is.”

(No I am not posting screenshots of this scene I already got emotional over the last one)

As we saw at the end of DWIT, Roman does not have a good relationship with is brother. So much so that when Thomas refers to Remus as such, Roman creates a different analogy that compares Remus to a mirror, reflecting everything Roman doesn’t want to be.

Roman desperately wants to distance himself from Remus, not wanting anything to do with him. We’ve only gotten a glimpse of just how far this loathing goes, and part of that comes from Roman finally breaking down after being told by Janus that if it wasn’t for a mustache there’d be no difference between him and Remus.

This shook Roman more than anything else in the show has so far, moreso than him being the one to decide that Thomas should give up the callback. He was the one that pushed Thomas to make that decision, believing it was the noble thing to do, only for it to only make Thomas feel worse and then be told by Janus that his “noble sacrifice” was all for nothing.

Janus, the one who had been supporting Roman throughout SVS, buttering him up and encouraging him to go after his dream, told him that his sacrifice was worthless. Then to top it all off Janus admits what he did and brushes it off as a joke. He doesn’t apologize to Roman, leaving him in the dust, then when Roman responds by laughing at his name he’s shot down even lower.

And when he looks to Thomas and Patton for help, for answers, anything.

They stay silent.

Patton tries to reassure him, telling Roman that they love him, but he doesn’t believe it. He sinks out, and that’s the last we see of him.

Selfishness vs Selflessness, Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, and Putting Others First are three of the biggest (and dare I say most important) episodes in the series. The three almost act like a trilogy, with POF leading to something bigger, the season finale. Which will be culmination of all three of these episodes.

We’ll be seeing Virgil’s reaction to Janus having been accepted by Patton and facing his own past as a “Dark Side.” Then we’ll find out what has become of Roman after he disappeared at the end of POF, and how it now affects his relationship with Thomas.

*whispers return and begin to whisper*

I’m sorry what?

*whispers repeat*

Virgil already knows about Janus getting somewhat accepted? Well okay I guess he would, wish we could have seen his reaction to that but oh well, no big deal. At least we got the Roman and Thomas confrontation to look forward to.

*whispers whisper*

Roman has already interacted with Thomas since POF? When?!

*whisper*

In FWSA? Oh yeah, how did that go again? It was super awkward right? Since Roman doesn’t really trust that Thomas loves or values him?

*whisperly whisper*

They get along just fine as if nothing happened?

*whispersty*

It looks like he might still be upset with him since he’s being a bit passive aggressive?

*whisper*

Can’t really tell because the three are too busy trying to talk to a cute guy at the mall?

Okay, I guess that all makes sense…

Looks like Roman and Virgil still aren’t on the best terms with Thomas but are able to push that aside to help him talk to this handsome stranger, and hey, it worked! Thomas now has a boyfriend! Just look at Roman and Virgil at the end, they’re both so happy with Thomas!

Looks like now they can focus on this new chapter in their life and leave the events of POF behind them. I mean, now that Roman and Virgil seem pretty cool with Thomas it would just feel weird to suddenly have them angry with him again, wouldn’t it?

Part Four: The Problem

Sanders Asides was originally described as being a series separate from the main storyline of Sanders Sides. Promising us shorter, less complicated episodes to give us a little something in between the longer, heavier episodes in Sanders Sides. This was a great idea that ended up falling apart the moment it began.

When I was going through SVS, DWIT, and POF I mentioned that the three of them felt like a trilogy. All three of them link together to tell one bigger story, and on their own they get the job done. They set up the season finale perfectly to the point where you have an idea of what to expect and what to look forward to.

The main things being the aftermath of Virgil’s reveal and Roman’s breakdown, which would most likely cultivate in them teaming up against Janus. This would also involve Virgil coming to terms with his past and Roman having to face Remus.

Of course, none of this has been officially confirmed, but given everything we’ve seen up to this point it just makes sense.

The story for season two is nearly complete, all we’re missing is the conclusion.

Then Sanders Asides showed up and threw everything off course. What was supposed to be its own thing crept into a story that was already (for all we knew) set up and being put into place.

We were told that the Asides wouldn’t do anything to disrupt the flow of Sanders Sides, yet it’s been confirmed that there will be one or two more episodes of Asides before we get the season finale.

Why? Why are these episodes necessary when everything was set to move forward after POF? If these episodes are that important that they absolutely have to be made before the finale then why are they simply not part of the main series?

You could say “Well they’re not directly tied to the main plot, that’s why.” But need I remind you that Asides as a concept was just intriduced after DWIT came out? These episodes were written specifcally for Asides, which unless I’m wrong means that they were just added into the main story with no planning whatsoever.

FWSA honestly feels like it should have been the start of season three, something that should have waited to be introduced after season two wrapped up because it’s just too much.

We already have so much to unpack from SVS, DWIT, and POF now we also have a new love interest on top of that?

Virgil and Thomas’ resolution doesn’t even feel all that special because it wasn’t talked about directly between them. Thomas was indirectly letting Virgil know they were still okay, so what does that leave for us? All that build up about Virgil being a “Dark Side” only for it to be brushed over like it was nothing, and this happened in an Asides episode, not even in the main series.

It also makes Virgil’s absence in POF confusing when they had already set up the perfect reason for him to be absent in DWIT, but according to the first episode of ATHD Virgil and Thomas are okay with each other. Sure, Virgil being there might have made things worse but at that point everyone was making things worse.

We no longer have a confrontation between Thomas and Roman to look forward to because in FWSA we see them interacting as normal. Even the passive agressiveness isn’t anything new to Roman and really, it all just sounds super petty which he had been known to behave like that even when nothing is seriously wrong. Not only that Roman is overjoyed at the end, having finally gotten something he desperately wanted, the happy ending he deserved.

All that’s left for him is to fave his feelings towards Remus, but what would even happen there?

The problem with Asides isn’t the quality of the episodes, FWSA is actually one of my favorite episodes. The problem with Asides is that the team is taking what should have been something small and turning it into a far too elaborate for what its original purpose was: To give us more lighthearted content to enjoy in between the waits for the heavier episodes.

Instead it just feels like they’re adding onto something that really didn’t need adding on to, creating more work for themselves when it just isn’t necessary, and that worries me.

Final Thoughts

Honestly, it’s hard for me to make all these judgments when no one has any idea what the finale is going to be like. And usually, the team is able to excede my expectations and create something amazing.

But with all these new Asides episodes that feel like they’re just being crammed in at the last second, it makes me wonder how the rest of the series will go if they continue down this road.

Season two started September 1st, 2017, it is now January 3rd, 2021. Throughout season two the production of episodes became more elaborate, and there have been complications that arose from trying to make these videos as a result that sent production screeching to a halt. And on top of that, these Sanders Asides have been added to create even more work for Thomas and the team.

I don’t understand why they’d do this to themselves when it’s already become more difficult than ever to make videos in general, not just Sanders Sides.

We were offered something simple that would have satisfied everyone during the difficult times, only to be given something that honestly, wasn’t even needed. I do appreciate Thomas trying to get us more content, but I don’t think he or the team realizes just how content we’d all be with just a five minute video of the characters we love just doing something as simple as hanging out and having fun, especially with how dark things have become all around us.

We don’t always have to be watching these characters struggle, sometimes we just need to see them be genuinely happy.

(Thanks to everyone who took time to read this monster of a post, I did not mean for it to get this long but it’s been dwelling on my mind for a while and I wanted to make sure I got out everything I wanted to say. Again, this is all just a personal opinions and you are not obligated to agree with me. If you have an objecting opinion I would not mind hearing it but please keep any discussions civil.)

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years ago

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Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 7

Word Count: 6,020

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: We’re getting closer to the end. Just one more part left to go. This has been such a fun series to write for you guys. Hope you enjoy these last two little bits. As always I love your feedback, your reblogs, your tags and your likes! Happy Reading!!!

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Sidenote: Also (Y/NN) = Your Nickname (Y/LN) = Your Last Name

You weren't sure what time it was, all you knew is that moonlight was streaming through the windows, which meant the storm must have passed. The one thing you did know was why you woke up. It would actually be quite comical if it wasn't giving you such intense pleasure. You were curled into Jamie's side, his cock now hard inside you. Every so often his hips would flex into yours, hitting the spot you loved so well, which is what jolted you awake. At first, you thought he was purposely trying to wake you up with how he softly rocked into you, but then you heard his light snore and realized he was asleep, which is what made the whole thing laughable. "Mmm," Jamie moaned out, as his cock moved deeper into your core. His facial features were so relaxed, that you knew he had to be dreaming as he fucked you in his sleep.

You dropped soft kisses to his chest, in hopes of waking him gently, yet they worked to no avail. Part of you was curious how long this would keep up before he would either spend inside you or wake up, though there was the other part that was too turned on to wait and see how it would end. Your unsated appetite won out finally, and you reached up to capture his lips. His mouth was slightly parted in sleep, so it was easy to dip your tongue inside and tangle with his. At first, his eyes remained closed, as he kissed you back and you were having trouble determining whether he was awake or not, but then they slowly opened as you pulled back from the kiss; his lips chasing yours. You watched the whole scenario play out across his face, his mind slowly coming into focus and realizing that you were in his bed, to the look of pleasure from being buried deep inside you, to utter shock that he was fucking you without any conscious thought. "Jesus," he hissed out, then went to pull out of you, only you locked your leg around him and pulled him closer to your body.

"Don't stop, Jame."

"I..um…" he was still in a brain fog, his body running on pure instinct at the moment as he thrust in and out of your aching pussy. You kissed him again, halting any words that he wanted to say. You knew just how close he was to cuming, as he'd worked himself into a frenzy even in sleep, but you weren't quite there yet. Jamie somehow sensed this. Running his hand between your bodies so that he could toy with your clit.

It was your turn to moan with pleasure, as he rubbed your little nub back and forth. It didn't take long to get you to that edge, the one that would have you soaring and screaming out his name. Your pussy started to quiver as the orgasm hit, and with a few well-timed thrusts, Jamie was following you down that blissful path of ecstasy.

You both lay there panting, his eyes searching yours curious to your reaction of what just played out. "Did we just? Was I..?"

"Yes, and yes, you were asleep," you laughed.

"Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming."

"Well, I don't have to guess what it was about." There was a teasing note to your voice, which made Jamie relax a bit. "I'm just hoping it was me that was in that dream."

His face took on an all too serious look and you regretted the words you just jokingly said. "It's always you, (Y/N). It's always been you, though I'm glad it's now a reality."

"Me too, Jame," you breathed out and you really were glad that this right now was your reality. Emma had been right, you needed to find out if your girlhood fantasies of your first time had been just that or if it really was everything. Now you knew for sure that it was everything and so much more. The only scary part was hoping Jamie wouldn't hurt you again. You pushed past the part of your brain that wanted to dwell on that thought and tried to focus on the here and now. "What time is it?'

"Um…" he peeked his head above you to look at your side of the bed, where you assumed a clock was. "Just after one."

"Mmm, good. Then let's go back to sleep."

His lips came down to give you the sweetest kiss. "I'll try to keep my lustful dreams under control and not wake you up." There was a little smirk on Jamie's face and you were glad he was finally able to laugh about his little wet dream turned reality.

"Hmm, I'm not opposed if it happens again."

His eyebrows shot up, before you kissed him one more time, then snuggled back into his embrace. You were asleep within minutes.

This time you weren't woken up by Jamie and his hard cock inside you. Instead, it was the light from the bright shining sun. You checked the time for even though you didn't have to be in the office until later today, you didn't want to get too carried away with Jamie and end up being late. Thankfully, it was only seven, which meant you had plenty of time for what you had planned. You looked over at Jamie, peacefully sleeping, though still in a state of arousal and you wondered if he was having that same dream from before, as his cock was pressed up against his stomach. You wet your lips, before pulling back the sheet farther so you could dip your head down to his erect member.

Darting your tongue out, you licked up the length of his shaft before twirling it around the head. Jamie moaned out in pleasure, his body coming alive with just that brief contact. Your hand went to the base, as your mouth sunk down to devour his cock. Jamie's hand threaded into your locks and now you knew he was fully awake as you worked him in and out of your mouth. You peeked through your lashes to look up at his face, his pupils blown wide both from sleep and the things you were doing to him with your mouth. "Mmm, fuck baby that feels so good." You pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, a move he'd always loved when he was younger and apparently still did, as he bucked his hips into your mouth. You worked faster, bobbing up and down on his member, taking him all the way inside so he's hitting the back of your throat. "(Y/N), I'm gonna…" he groaned and you knew he was close, you could feel it. His hands were trying to get you off his cock, but you want to taste him, feel him lose control because of what you were doing just the way he did to you last night. It's when you cupped his balls that he went over the edge, spurts of hot cum shooting down your throat as he screamed out your name. You licked him clean, before taking the back of your hand and wiping your mouth.

Jamie's was already reaching for you before you could do anything more. He had your body sprawled on top of his, and his mouth was kissing you, probably tasting himself on your lips. "I'm never going to let you leave if you keep waking me up like this."

You kissed him back hard, before pulling back to stare into his large brown eyes. "Sorry hun, I've got patients today, so you have to let me go." Jamie's hands were roaming up and down your spine and you felt yourself melting back into him, which can't happen because you do have patients to see today, though not that many.

He cupped your ass, squeezing the globes and making you moan. "I can be your patient if you want."

"Oh, so you want to play doctor huh?" you asked resting your head on your hands which were laced together on his chest.

"Mmm," he hummed. There's a little smirk that crosses his face and you can see he's intrigued with the idea. To tell the truth, so are you, but not this morning. Your legs are a bit sore from their workout last night and you still need to get to Jessi's to get your things. Reluctantly, you lift yourself off of Jamie and out of bed. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom," you say rather sheepishly and pad your way into the en suite. Jamie stayed in bed and you know he's hoping that you'll be back for round three or does giving him a blow job make it round four. Either way, if you get back in that bed you may not get out, because being with him is everything you knew it would be and so much more, and that scares the hell out of you. This is all moving much faster than you anticipated but is that a bad thing. It's just so much easier because there's this familiarity between the two of you. You're trying not to overthink everything as you wash your hands in the sink, it's only then that you look up and see yourself in the mirror. "Jamie Randolph Benn!" you yelled.

Jamie came running from the bedroom, naked and out of breath. "Are you ok?..."Did you fall?" he asked because you never called him by his full name, well maybe one time when you were really mad you did and you're pretty close to being that upset at the moment.

"No, I'm not ok…" you told him motioning to your reflection in the mirror. "Did you..are these…" you're sputtering your words because really you're not sure what to say.

"Hickies?" He supplies the word you couldn't seem to push past your lips. There's a smirk on his face and he looks quite pleased with himself, but he's also a bit red in the face at leaving marks on your body. God, that hasn't happened since you were in high school.

"How am I suppose to go to work with these?" Your hands are trying to rub them out, get some sort of circulation so that the blood will flow a little better, and lessen the marks, but you know they're not going to go away magically. "What are my patients going to think?"

"That you made someone very happy last night and that maybe he did the same for you?" Jamie slides his arms around your midsection in an attempt to soften you. You're not truly mad, so you relax against his chest, as he props his chin in the crook of your neck.

"Well, that's true." There's this shy smile playing on his lips again and you have the urge to kiss him senseless, but then you'll end up with more of these marks on your body and you can't have that, there's already three that you're going to need to cover with makeup, plus another that you can hide under clothing. Thank god, for good concealer. "Last night was actually amazing." You thread your hands with his around your middle, loving the feel of his arms wrapped around you.

"Then why don't we go continue it this morning." His cock has recovered from earlier as you feel its semi-erect form pressing against your backside. He's kissing your neck and then your shoulder blade and the image in the mirror of the two of you like this is making you wet again.

"Nope," you say, then pull out of his arms, but he's already grabbing you back towards him. You go easily. "I need to shower, Jame. I'm a sticky mess, and I need to go to Jessi's and get my stuff."

"You could shower here, with me." He's back to kissing you again and it's so distracting. "It would save on water." He kisses your collarbone. "And it would be faster." Your lips are next and you're beginning to cave, as he dances you back against the sink counter.

"Ok," you finally give in, knowing that you have plenty of time, but not for the three-hour session you can tell Jamie has in mind. "But we have to be quick."

"Mmhmm, sure," he tells you, before lifting you up on the counter and spreading your legs. "Just let me get you a sticky mess one more time before we rinse all this off." He winks and drops down to his knees before diving right into your pussy. Before you know it, you're coming apart sitting on his bathroom sink and then again one more time when you're in the shower, which was supposed to save time, but instead takes twice as long then if you were by yourself.

"Jame, where's a brush?" you ask after he toweled you off, and was now drying himself.

"Right-hand side."

You're brushing your hair and you swear you hear something downstairs but you know Jamie locked the doors, so you must be hearing things. It's not ten seconds later, that you hear someone shouting for Jamie. "Hey, Chubbs!" A voice yells and you look at Jamie through the mirror to see if he knows who it is.

"Shit! I forgot Tyler and I were supposed to work out." Flying back into the bedroom, you start searching for Jamie's sweats that you had on last night. "Be right down Segs," Jamie screams back. He's much calmer than you are, as you whip his sweatshirt over your head.

"Where did you throw my panties?" He shrugs as he puts his boxers on as casual as if there isn't one of his teammates downstairs waiting for him. "Nevermind. I'll find them later." You grab the sweats and pull them on.

"Mmm, commando huh?" You shake your head and roll your eyes at him, all while throwing your wet hair in a messy bun.

"Would you go down there before he comes up here?"

"He's not going to come up here. It's Tyler. He knows better than that." Which means he knows Jamie has a woman up here, so there's no way of getting out of Jamie's place without Tyler seeing you.

"Just go, I'll be down in a second."

Jamie comes up behind you, grabbing you quickly and kissing you. "Stop worrying about Tyler," he tells you when he finally ends the kiss because he knows you and knows that you just feel like you were caught by your parents instead of one of his friends. "I'll see you in a few seconds." You went back to the bathroom, to make yourself a bit more presentable, so you didn't hear the interaction between the two.

Tyler was at the bottom of the stairs when Jamie got there. "What took you so long man? You got someone up there?" Jamie answered with a broad-ass grin that gave him away, without him even saying a word. "No shit! It's (Y/N) right?"

"Of course, it's (Y/N). You know there's no one else for me." Tyler knew this but needed verbal confirmation from his best friend, before slapping him on the back.

"Congrats bud, I don't know how you did it."

"Fuck man me either." You chose that moment to head down the stairs.

Jamie has his back to you, so it was Tyler that saw you first. "Hey Doc," he greeted you, with a little wink and your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You could see him take in your attire and the fact that you were wearing Jamie's clothes, which told him you'd spent the night, even though he didn't need to see your outfit to know that.

"Hi Segs," you said using the nickname Jamie had used moments ago.

"So…you kids have fun last night," he teased and now it just wasn't your cheeks that were turning bright red but Jamie's as well.

"Shut up," Jamie told him, as he curled you into his side.

"What? I was just asking. You know trying to be polite and all." No, he was fishing for information and you were not going to bite on that hook and supply it to him.

"I really have to go." You told the two.

"I'll grab my keys and run you over."

"Jesus, Chubbs she only lives two doors down. I think she can make it there without you driving her."

"Hardy har," Jamie faked chuckled. "I need to take her to Jessi's to get her purse, asshole." Tyler's face formed an 'O' comprehending why Jamie was offering to drive you.

"It's ok. I can just run into my house and get my spare set of keys. You boys go workout." You made a move out of Jamie's embrace but he tightened his grip, pulling you so that your body was facing his.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's no biggie. I need to change and stuff anyway. I'll just stop on my way to the office."

"I could take you now though if you want." Jamie insisted and you knew he was reluctant to let you go, probably scared that you wouldn't come back.

"Jame, it's fine."

"Yeah, Jame," Tyler mocked. "She's fine. You can watch her from the front porch while I make the protein shakes. I mean someone has to make them." Jamie glared at him.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I'd kick your ass when we get on the ice."

Tyler made a pretend scared face. "Oh, look at me shaking." He headed towards the kitchen and you had a feeling Jamie was going to check him into the boards hard during drills for that. "See ya tomorrow, doc."

"Bye Tyler," you called then headed for the front door. "Why will I see him tomorrow?"

"Oh, annual team picnic. I thought I told you."

"You did, it slipped my mind." You probably would've remembered the minute you checked your schedule on your phone, which you needed to get. "What do you want me to bring?"

"I want your cake," Tyler yelled from the room over and you heard him snicker.

"You're not getting her cake," Jamie emphasized the word her and you realized they were no longer talking about the chocolate cake you took to Jordie and Jessi's. You buried your head in Jamie's chest.

Tyler couldn't resist egging Jamie on. "But it's so sweet and moist and…"

"I swear to god, Seguin, if you finish that sentence, you'll regret it." You tugged on Jamie's arm and headed toward the front door, hearing Tyler cackle as you made your way there.

Jamie grudgingly opened the front door then for you to leave, stepping outside with you.

"So, will I see you later tonight?" His hands were at your sides, sliding up and down under your shirt so he could feel your skin once last time.

"I think that can be arranged. I'm thinking pizza, maybe a movie, maybe a little something else." You knew you were teasing him but then again after last night, it was going to be torture for you as well.

"Sounds like heaven. My place or yours?"

"Your place, there are still boxes everywhere in my house." It wasn't quite perfect yet, and it seemed like it wouldn't be for quite some time with how much you were over at Jamie's now. "I'll call you on my way home."

"Ok." He pulled you closer to him, dropping kisses to your forehead and nose before, stealing your breath away with one to your lips. Thank goodness you both lived in a secluded neighborhood, and there weren't cars driving by watching this public display of affection.

You ended the kiss sooner than either of you wanted. "I really have to go."

"I know. I'll see you soon." He pecked your lips again, as you took a step back from his embrace, yet not completely out of it. "Tell Jessi I said hi."

"I will." You gave him just one more kiss. "See you tonight." You started to walk away, your hands still laced until they were stretched so far you had no choice but to let go, only Jamie pulled you back one last time, his mouth hot on yours.

"Bye baby," he finally breathed out and let you go. You could feel his heated gaze on you across the expanse of the lawn as you headed back to your house. This time you punched in the right code, opened the door and gave Jamie one last wave before heading inside.

You threw on some makeup and then headed to Jessi's, where you knew that it would take longer than fifteen minutes, as she wanted to know exactly what happened with you and Jamie. Needless to say, she was ecstatic that the two of you were willing to give your relationship another chance. After an hour with Jessi, you took off for the office, telling her you'd see her tomorrow at Jamie's house for the Star's picnic.

Fortunately, work went extremely fast and before you knew it, you were seeing your last patient for the day. After making a few last minutes notes, you headed to the hospital. Another doctor had done morning rounds, but since you were in the vicinity you decided to check up on some patients, including Noah. He was your first stop and you could hear laughter coming from his room, as you reached the nurse's station. "Someone sounds like they're in a good mood today." You commented to Shelly, one of the nurses that day.

"Noah has a special visitor today." Laughter again filled the air, only this time you recognized more than just Noah's. "One of the big-name hockey players is there. You probably know him, or will soon enough." Oh, you knew him alright, had actually just left him earlier this morning. "I'm having a hard time keeping the other nurses out of Noah's room. I don't know how you do it being around all those gorgeous men."

You gave her a little wink, as you headed to Noah's room. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it." Shelly was right, there were three other nurses in Noah's room watching him play a video game with Jamie. "Well, someone seems to be doing pretty well today." It was kind of funny to watch the nurses scramble out of the room as if they'd been caught drooling over a hockey star.

"Hi, Dr. (Y/LN)," Noah said with a huge smile on his face. "Look who came to see me. It's Jamie Benn, the Jamie Benn. You know from the Dallas Stars." He was rambling and it was really quite cute, but what was even more adorable was seeing Jamie sitting there having a blast with him.

"I see that. Hello Mr. Benn. I'm surprised to see you here."

"Hey (Y/N)…I mean Dr. (Y/LN). Thought I'd stop by and visit one of the Stars' biggest fans." Jamie winked at you and your heart melted that he would be so considerate to drop by and spend time with Noah.

"Jamie brought me a signed jersey and a puck, oh and the latest Xbox system too." Had you not already consigned yourself to giving your relationship with Jamie another chance, this alone would make you do it. The man knew the way to your heart. He could buy you all the flowers in Dallas and they would mean nothing compared to what he'd just done to brighten this little boy's day. "Oh, and he said when I get out of here, I can watch him play. Like, go to a real game and everything."

"Only when Dr. (Y/N) gives you the ok," Jamie added, scoring yet another point in his favor. At this rate, he'd be the Conn Smythe trophy winner of your heart in no time.

"Well, if you keep healing as well as you are, you'll be at that game in no time. Now, do you have a minute so I can check you out, and then I'll let you get back to that game." You examined him rather quickly, but everything seemed to be healing perfectly. Another week or so and he would be out of the hospital, though it would be quite a bit longer before he was heading to a hockey game. "Alright, well I'll check back in with you on Monday. Now, make sure you don't go easy here on Mr. Benn."

"I won't. See you soon."

You stepped out of the hospital room, only to hear Jamie tell Noah he'd be back in a minute. "Hey (Y/N), we still on for tonight?"

"Of course," you told him; how could you not be after everything he did for Noah. "Jame, I…I don't know how to thank you for everything you did for him. That was…" You felt yourself getting choked up. Last night, you told him that you were willing to give him a shot and now today you wanted to jump in with both feet first, because damn if you didn't feel like you were falling in love with him.

"It's really nothing. I honestly didn't think you'd be here." Did he think that you wouldn't find out? If so that made you just love him a little more. "He's a good kid, and it was a sucky thing that happened to him. You're the one who did all the hard stuff."

"Don't discredit what you did. It means a lot." He slid his hands to your waist then, yet stopped for fear you'd not approve. Instead of reprimanding him though, you looped your arms around his neck. "And I plan on showing you just how grateful I am when I get to your place."

His eyebrows picked up, making his eyes like huge silver dollars. "Well, I won't argue with that." You kissed him quickly there in the hospital hallway before you could change your mind and you knew that not only Shelly, but the other three nurses had to see you, but you didn't really care.

"I've got a few more patients to see then I'm heading out. See you soon."

"Yeah, I'm just going to play one more game, then I'm going too." Pulling him down, you pecked his lips one last time, before letting him go. "I'll see you at home, babe." He released you then headed back into Noah's room, as you made your way down the hall to stares from all the nurses. You simply shrugged then kept on going until you were at the next patient's room.

Two hours later, you were standing on Jamie's front porch ringing the doorbell. "I thought I said to just come in, the door would be unlocked," he told you as he opened the front door, yet made no move to let you in.

"I know you did, but it…" you didn't finish the rest as Jamie's hands slid down the globes of your ass to grab it. "Jame," you shrieked and jumped into his arms exactly as he planned. He lifted you so that you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him, then he kicked the door closed.

"I missed you," he told you before his lips found yours and he carried you into the living room.

"You just saw me a couple hours ago."

"Mmm…doesn't mean I can't miss you." He was kissing you again as he sat down on the couch and really who were you to complain about it when you'd been missing him as well. Which is how you found yourself kissing him back. It was a half-hour before Jamie's stomach decided that food took precedence over making out. You ordered pizza just as you promised Jamie that morning, then put on a movie, which ended up being background noise as neither of you could keep your hands off the other. It was just like being back in high school all over again. Only this time, there was no one to interrupt you, as Jamie led you upstairs to his bedroom, where you spent the rest of the night and the next morning in a mess of naked bodies and tangled limbs.

It wasn't until late in the morning that you finally headed back to your house to get ready for the picnic. Jamie had called you three times, while you got ready asking when you'd be back over, but you didn't want it to seem like you'd been there all day and all night, even though you had, so you waited until a few teammates had shown up before heading over. There were actually more people there than you thought, and you had a hard time finding Jamie when you first got there.

Jessi spotted you first. "Hey (Y/N)," she said embracing you in a big hug. "I'm actually surprised you weren't here when I came."

"Thought I'd let a few people get here before, so it didn't look too bad."

"If you're worried about his teammates, don't. They're all really great." She must have sensed there was something more, because she added, "And they won't care that you're dating. Actually, they'll all probably be as excited as I am for you two."

Her words made heat rise to your face. "I'm just worried being the team doctor and all. Plus, I don't even know if we are dating. We haven't really talked about it."

"Oh, you're dating. He practically said as much when I asked him."

"When did you talk to him?" You had to know since Jamie hadn't said anything to you and the two of you had spent the last sixteen hours together.

"When I came here early, hoping that you'd be here and I could drill you both together." Jessi was grinning ear to ear though you knew behind that smile she was dying to play twenty questions with you and Jamie together. You'd have to ask how Jamie faired on his own. "The man is smitten with you, (Y/N). I've known him for a long time and I haven't seen him this happy…ever." It had honestly been a long time since you'd been this happy as well. She grabbed you in a hug then whispered to you. "Stop worrying. Jamie's not going to do anything to screw this up. Trust me." Strangely, you did trust her and would definitely miss her when she headed off to Vancouver.

"Thank you."

"And quit worrying about the team. They all love you and it's not like there's some rule against them dating anyone in the organization. I know for a fact Tyler's dated one if not two of the ice girls, before what's her name." Why did that not surprise you. Jessi looped her arm through yours then. "Now, let's go find a drink. I feel like drinking tonight." Which is exactly what the two of you did. The shot of tequila Jessi made you do at first, definitely had you relaxing a bit more. You met almost all of the guys; who were all incredibly sweet as were most of their significant others. The only reason you said most was because Sara was there with Caitlyn in tow. Their disdain for you was quite obvious, as you saw them whispering anytime Jamie was around you.

Jamie, for his part, kept things at a lower key, thank goodness. His touches were subtle, just a hand at the small of your back every now and then, or entwining your fingers together every so often when he thought you needed a small reassurance with one of his teammates. Just those tiny gestures sent chills up and down your spine. Though you both kept the PDA to a minimum, Jamie was still attentive, always making sure that you had a drink in your hand or something to eat.

The party was in full swing within a few hours of starting. You made your way to the downstairs powder room, only to see one of the younger players, Hintz you thought, push through people to get there first. You didn't need to have the letters MD behind your name to know that he'd had one too many shots and was currently throwing up the contents of the barbeque as well as the alcohol he'd drank into Jamie's toilet. Hopefully, the kid had good aim, as you did not want to be cleaning up that mess later, for though you'd taken an oath to treat the sick it did not include wiping up puke from the bathroom floor. Giving him an IV full of fluids in the morning was more your speed.

You turned on your heel and headed upstairs to Jamie's en suite. The second floor was much quieter than the downstairs as no one seemed to be venturing up there. You were just heading out of the bedroom when you heard voices outside the door.

"I'm not really sure why you dragged me here to this party Sara." You'd recognize Caitlyn's whiny voice anywhere.

"I thought you were interested in Jamie."

"I am…I mean I was…but he's not even paying attention to me." You could almost see her arms crossed as she pouted even though you were on the other side of the door. "Who cares. Everyone knows that he doesn't eat pussy. He's probably lousy in bed." You clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out. Jamie most definitely went down on women, in fact, it was just this morning that he had eaten you out not once but twice.

You should've made yourself known, but instead, you listened as you heard Tyler's girlfriend respond. "That was just some silly tweet from years ago. He's probably changed since then."

"It doesn't really matter either way. He seems to only be paying any attention to that doctor." She fairly spat the word doctor out as if it had some disgusting taste on her tongue.

"I'm telling you Tyler told me himself that Jamie is just using her." Wait, what had Sara just said? That Jamie was using you? "Jamie told him yesterday that he's just pretending to be into her so that he can get her fired. He even went to the owner to talk to him about it." Bile rose in the back of your throat and suddenly you wanted to join Hintz in offering up the contents of your stomach. Was Jamie really just using you again? Had the last forty-eight hours all been some elaborate scheme just to get you out of the Stars organization? Jessi had mentioned earlier that there weren't any rules against dating but maybe she'd been wrong. "He told Tyler that he was just going to do what he did in high school to get rid of her." Well, he'd certainly done that, only this time he'd slept with you more than once before discarding you. How could you have been so blind to trust him again?

"Really?" It was Caitlyn's question but the word was also running through your brain. Would Jamie really do this?

"Yes, really! Now come on, let's go back downstairs so you can flirt with Jamie." With a click of their heels, the two set off.

Tears started to roll down your face, just as they had all those years ago. Only this time you angrily swiped them away. You tried to tell yourself that it didn't hurt, that you'd guarded your heart against a moment just like this, but as the tears seemed to keep flowing you had to admit that it felt just as bad at this moment as it did fourteen years ago. Wrong again. It felt worse. For somehow in just this short amount of time, you'd let your heart get attached once again. You needed to get out of here. You couldn't be in this house any longer. Everything was a blur as you flew down the stairs and out the front door. You didn't stop for anyone or anything as you headed for the safety of your home.

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boldlyanxious · 4 years ago

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Dance 10

Apologies for the long update delay. I'm easily distracted.

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Alya and Marinette spent all evening together. Marinette met her straight from work and they went to all the specialty fabric stores in Paris. They compared samples of lace and beading as well as all the color variations available. Rather than stopping for dinner they had appetizers at the nearby restaurants that catered weddings to help get an idea for the wedding.

Alya was giddy. When the places heard that she was looking for catering for her wedding, they were more than willing to help her celebrate. Alya kept trying to get Marinette to drink more with her. She was trying it but Alya was in a celebrating mood by the time they went to the last place. Marinette dragged her out and they filled up on street food since the appetizers hadn't really been very filling.

Alya kept a constant stream of plans and ideas flowing out of her about just what she wanted the wedding to be like. Marinette kept her sketchbook close so she could help keep track of them and doodle any design ideas. There were far too many samples for Alya to have picked just one yet but Marinette was getting a good idea of what she liked so she could help direct the focus of next trip a little better.

They were getting ready to split off and head home when they passed by Andre who was closing up for the night. They decided to be his last customers and he was delighted to hear that 2 more of his customers were happily in love. He requested pictures of the happy couple for his collection.

While they ate the lovers ice cream Alya for Marinette to talk about the new man in her life. She was delighted to hear about how they met and how they had been doing since. Marinette told her all about the time they had spent together and the shock of learning that his family now owned the company she worked for.

"Only you, Marinette." Alya said laughing.

"I know. My life could be a TV show."

"At least you are better than you were in collége. Can you imagine trying to work when you couldn't talk?"

"I already lived that with school work. No thanks." Marinette laughed at the image in her head.

They soon headed there separate ways with plans to see each other again. If not just them, they were planning to get together with old school friends soon and celebrate the happy couple.

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Marinette had probably stayed out too late with Alya but she still felt pretty good and was in a great mood. She always felt great after they got a chance to catch up. Since she had been busy with the show and commissions and Alya had been working hard at her job, it had been too long. Also she was going out with Jason again tonight so her mood couldn't really get any higher.

She headed to Tim's office to see what he has called her for and he had her shut the door behind her. That didn't seem great. She would expect him to give her instructions and then have her move on. The work atmosphere had been tense despite reassures that there were no expected staff cuts. Marinette closed the door and turned back to where Tim gestured for her to sit. She didn't know him well yet, but she thought he seemed a bit apprehensive too.

"Marinette, I'm sending you on a fake errand to get you away from the office," he said.

"It's something happening? Are you firing me?" she asked.

"No. No, I'm doing this badly. You are great. But Jason is unexpectedly going back to Gotham for a bit. He probably messaged you."

"I've not been on my phone since arriving."

"He wanted to see you before he left. I thought you might feel the same but that you might not want to meet at the office."

Marinette nodded. She had a million thoughts in her head. She didn't know if he would be coming back or what it would mean for them. She really liked him and he seemed to help the same but a new romance would probably not survive extended long distance. She knew it would be a possibility eventually but so soon was jarring. Tim seemed to understand but he ignored platitudes and handed her an envelope.

"This isn't technically requiring the security of being hand mailed rather than the usual courier, but it's close enough. Just send it before you return from lunch and it's a legitimate reason to be away from the office."

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Jason cursed his luck. He hadn't been overly excited about doing business in Paris but he went anyway. They knew the business decisions were not his forte or preference so they didn't expect much of him except getting a basic understanding. So being called away from Paris would but have been a big issue. His work in Gotham was far easier for him to manage because he knew what he was doing and he was good at it.

He didn't want to leave Marinette. He was half tempted to try to get her to go with him but he expected he would be very busy in Gotham for a bit and it wouldn't necessarily be safe. She probably wouldn't want to anyway. She wouldn't be happy just to sit around and wait for him while he used his access to the Wayne fortune to pay for everything. She had a life and plans in Paris and he couldn't ask for her to give it up.

He got up to meet her at the door of his hotel room when he heard her knock. He opened the door and pulled her in. He pressed her against the door as he kissed her desperately before she had a chance to say anything. They were breathless when he pulled back. She wouldn't let his pull away. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

He guided them over to the bed and sat down. He pulled her close and tried not to count down their minutes together, preferring to enjoy them while they lasted. She shifted to pull back from her clinging hug and he kissed her forehead before they separated. He immediately missed her arms around him so he lifted her to his lap and then laid back into the bed so she lay on his chest.

She kissed him soundly before laying against him to cuddle. They laid like that for all the time they had remaining. She was a against his side with her head and hand resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his leg. His hand rested against her hip occasionally running it over her side or arm. They talked about everything they could think of except for what this would mean for them. Neither one wanted to bring up the subject.

They moved slowly when it was time to leave. Marinette pulled at a tear in his motorcycle jacket.

"What did you do here to tear through such good leather?" she asked

"It's old. It snagged on something. It's still works fine though."

"Let me measure you. I'll make you a new one."

"You don't need to do that."

"I'm a designer. I'm going to make you things. It's just who I am," she pulled out her measuring tape. "It will only take a moment."

She took slightly longer than usual. Her fingers traced over his skin gently. He seemed to realize her reluctance to pull away so he pulled her close and kissed her again. It was passionate and desperate and far too brief.

A sob caught in her throat when they pulled apart. She tried to keep it in. She didn't want him to remember her in tears. All the emotions she had been avoiding through their time together crashed over her and he held her close.

"I don't want you to go," she took a breath before asking the avoided question. "What is going to happen now?"

He kissed her forehead and then looked into her eyes. His hands held her face as he spoke.

"I have never wanted to stay in any place as much as I want to stay here right now." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips before continuing. "I know we met recently but you mean a hell of a lot to me. I will be back as soon as I am able."

She pulled herself up to kiss him and then she left. She forced herself not to look back because she would either beg him not to leave it to take her with him.

Did not mean to make it quite so sad at the end. But to be fair I just write the scenes. The characters make all the decisions

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#maribat #jasonette #boldlyanxious

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tochcs · 4 years ago

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Xelef/GN Fan Crown // When circumstances get overwhelming, you find it comforting to sit in the palace gardens.

Asking for help had never come easy to you, such as it is when you’d been ostensibly on the run since you were a child. That being said, the position of being Crown didn’t come without its share of challenges that couldn’t be solved alone. You had become comfortable with being uncomfortable over the years, yet there were times in which it seemed the only moments of clarity could come when alone.

Such was it the circumstances you found yourself alone in the palace gardens, so often overrun with nobles and servants. The natural flow of the palace was a spectacle to behold, one you found yourself feeling you were looking in on rather than head of most of the time. Thoughts such as that were what you were trying to dispel by surrounding yourself in other living things that you could find comfort in without the expectations and responsibilities most often found when seeking comfort with other people. To say you were averse to other people would be an exaggeration, your passion came in the form of helping others and your motivation in kindness, yet moments without having to explain yourself or put on airs were few and far between these days.

Though flora unfamiliar to you took up a lot of the gardens, most likely transplanted from other regions of Arsur or possibly further away, you always found yourself gravitated towards the wild orchids that were planted near an artificial stream, moving most likely with the same water charms as the waterfall in your bathroom. Though your mother had been a farmer first and foremost, she had some knowledge of botany that she had passed onto you, which you tried to focus on when examining the drooping petals.

“I’m not sure if picking at the petals of those flowers is going to help them grow any better,” Xelef said from behind you.

Startled, you opened your hand instinctively, releasing an orchid petal, and turned around to face him.

“Is it your mission to startle me every time you see me?” You asked, teasing easily, but still adjusting to your new company.

“No, but I must admit it’s much funnier this way,” he jaunted back. You noticed that despite his words, he’d taken on a bit more of a considerate distance away from you, as well as a disposition of deference.

You relaxed, never being particularly tense around Xelef, merely surprised when he turned up. Taking that as his signal to begin the conversation again, he sat on a stone bench nearby, stretching his legs out as if he was a weary traveler. A feeling you’d become quite familiar with.

“What is on your royal agenda today, (MC)? I passed A on the way here, and was quite surprised to see you not in their presence, or at least within a certain radius of them.”

“I’m capable of keeping myself safe within the palace walls, at least nearly enough to be trusted in the gardens, and trust me, they are quite capable of making themselves available. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll every be able to have a moment of truly being alone again, a respite within privacy,” you said, though realizing you hadn’t meant to get so morose, “That’s not to say I’m not grateful, however, without them, or you, my sustained existence as Crown would most likely not be very long.”

Xelef remained quiet for a few seconds, making you look over towards him from where you’d kept a soft focus on a blossom in front of you. He seemed, how would you put it? Not concerned, but rather disappointed on your behalf. Sympathetic, perhaps? It seemed out of place on his face, and you tried to quickly interject again,

“Xelef, the position I’m in now is much better than I’ve been for, well, nearly my whole life. The opportunity to help people, while the responsibility scares me, is not one I take for granted.”

With that Xelef gave you a small, knowing smile, that was quickly replaced by a smirk. You raised your eyebrows at this.

“Is something funny?”

“I sense you’re much more relaxed now than when I arrived, but I didn’t need to say a thing. Is my presence that comforting to you?”

You knew that he was teasing, but you felt a pulse of sobriety from earlier.

“You truly have been an important presence for me, these past few days. I would say, though, that this conversation was aided primarily by the atmosphere of the gardens. I’ve always found it easier to process my emotions in a living place such as this,” you took a deep breath of the fresh air and turned your attention back to Xelef, “What have you found helps you relax?”

He snorted at this, as if it was either not worth asking or a joke,

“I’ve found a drink works best, but being leader of the Crescent Blades calls for being alert most of the time. Not much down time, as you’d imagine”

You sensed that he wasn’t not telling you the full truth, but you made peace with that, knowing that Xelef would open up to you when he was ready. All you wanted right then was the share the same space as him. You sat cross-legged where you’d been standing before, inviting him to sit next to you. He cocked an eyebrow at that, as he was already sitting on a bench nearby buy you insistently patted the ground next to you, so he sighed and shifted to sit next to you.

“I hope this can become a space you feel comfortable and open, as it is becoming for me,” you said, looking into his eyes with intense sincerity.

Xelef, not breaking eye contact, nodded.

#atoc x #atoc xelef #atoc #a tale of crowns #im not a big fan of this but i have to start somewhere with this blog #this crown is also kinda based on my own but i tried to make them as general as possible

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spicyfoodboi · 4 years ago

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Hey, I know your requests are always open and I kinda wanna request something. It's gonna be vaguely angsty though. So I'm (usually) a silent crier and I almost always only let myself cry when people aren't around. So I was wondering you could maybe write a hurt/comfort type scenario like that with either Shinsou, Todoroki, or Amajiki. It's okay if you don't get to it or don't have inspiration for it or something. I just figured I'd ask just in case you did.

aching silence

Genre: comfort

Warning: mentions of insecurities present (in Amajiki's part)

A Hitoshi Shinso, Tamaki Amajiki, and Shoto Todoroki x reader

a/n: hey guys! Like I said in my last post that I'm gonna experiment with tags so if you see them in different tags or I add more or if there are only 5 in the first hour, that's why. Requests are open so please don't be shy in requesting anything! Let's get on with it.

Hitoshi Shinso

He was out for the day with his new class 1-A friends.

You weren't around with him a lot recently.

You made yourself think that it was okay never to be a burden since you were little.

You kept your problems under lock and key, making sure that you don't bother anyone with your problems.

That includes your boyfriend, Shinso.

He told you before that he doesn't mind to share your burdens with you.

But you couldn't believe that for a second.

You thought that the second that you tell him everything that's been bothering you, he would push you away and leave you in the dust.

You didn't want that.

Now here you are, in the corner in the bedroom, a spot covered in darkness, you were sure if he does come home that he would never find you.

You held your knees up to your chest, nuzzling your face into them to wipe your tears away.

You must've been sitting in the dark for a hours but it felt like only a few minutes.

A few minutes of darkness was supposed to be enough.

You hear the front door open and the muffled voice of the purple-haired boy calling for you echoing around the seemingly empty house.

The voice made you tense up, pushing yourself up closer to the wall if that was even possible.

You hear the creaking of the bedroom door and you can just feel the pair of eyes scanning the bedroom, seeing the messy bed and the cluttered pillows.

Shinso walked into the room to pick up the pillows to see something move in the shrouded darkness in the corner of the space.

He walked over and crouched down in front of your figure, taking in your expression, how heartbroken you looked, how you shook in your position like an unbearable cold was upon you.

How you have every single problem swimming in your (e/c) eyes.

Without a word, he wraps you in his arms, feeling you finally breakdown in his hold.

"kitten, you don’t have to hide anything from me. I'll be here to support you when you need it," he said, kissing your temple.

Both of you didn't let go of each other for a while.

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki had a lot to deal with, You knew that for a fact.

So you didn't bother him with your problems and insecurities much.

He was out on patrol with Fatgum and Kirishima so you decided it's finally time to let all the tears go.

You walked in front of the bathroom mirror to see your face and your body.

You felt disgusted.

Every time you saw your body, all your thoughts go to how you spill out every time you wear tight clothes, how your face would only look presentable enough when you wear cakes of makeup on your face.

How you feel like everything you do is useless, all the diets and skincare routines, gone in a blink of an eye.

Tears were streaming on your face as you glared at every single flaw you had, that maybe when you look at them, they might disappear.

Those flaws might flawlessly fix itself.

You tried to wipe your tears over and over to no avail. You didn't hear keys unlocking the front door, sun-eater going from room to room looking for you.

You hear his stuttering and worried voice getting closer and closer, making you panic.

You didn't want him to see you like this.

You closed the lights and crawl into the cold bathtub, hoping that if you fold in on yourself that maybe he wouldn't see you.

He could never be more wrong.

"s-sunflower?" Tamaki called out, his voice bouncing off the tiled bathroom.

You look overseeing his silhouette by the door.

You see his expression when he spots you, a look of concern on his features as he shuffled over to you then kneeling in front of you.

"sunflower… i-If you want to be alone, y-you can tell me… p-please tell me everything. A-all of your problems and a-all of your i-insecurities. W-we'll work o-on this t-together. Got it?" the indigo-haired boy said, shakily placing his hand on the back of your neck and pressing his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

A small giggle escaped your lips before nodding your head, letting the normally anxious boy pull you into a soft kiss.

Shoto Todoroki

You couldn't breathe.

It was like something was suffocating you, crushing your chest, taking the air out of your lungs.

The darkness swirled around and around, surrounding you like fog, getting into your throat and choking you.

The fog that was stuck in your throat was making it hard to let out a sob.

It kept coming and coming, covering your vision, making sure you see pitch black until-

You woke up, jolting out of your once comfortable position, now turned an intolerable sight, seeing the sweat on the sheets.

You look over, seeing your boyfriend, Shoto sleeping soundly beside you, his hands still wrapped around your hips.

He was a pro-hero, he didn't get enough sleep as it is.

He takes the night shifts to spend more time in the morning with you but it usually backfires since he just sleeps well through the afternoon.

you negotiated with him to take the morning shifts but that didn't stop him to work well past midnight to finish everything.

This was the first night in a long while that he could finally sleep in peace.

You shouldn't wake him up because of some stupid nightmare.

You tried to gasp in some air but it was no use.

the first silent sob came out, tears flowing down your cheeks ad you tried over and over to breathe in then breathe out.

Just breathe in, breathe out

Just-

You felt a hand rubbing the small of your back, you looked beside you to see a concerned Todoroki looking over you.

Was he talking? You couldn't tell, when did your ears start ringing, you don't remember.

All you remember was him pulling you into his embrace, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You smiled, letting these final words drift you back to sleep.

"my love, I know you don't want to share everything, just know that I am here for you. For every sob, or every tear. I will always be here. I love you."

This was long af but I finally got through them. Once again, tags will be very inconsistent so please bear with me! Once again, requests are open so please don't be shy to request anything! Hope these made you feel better anon! Love you guys ❤💖💕💞

#bea's requests #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader

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sluttyten · 4 years ago

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Sweet Like Honey || part iii - finale

sweet like honey || part i. // sweet like honey || part ii.

summary: being in a newly labelled polyamorous relationship with two idols is no easy thing, especially after what it took to get you to this point. but you have to make it work. you will. you do. the love is great, the sex is greater, and the three of you together is incomparable.

length: 16,014

pairing: johnny x reader x seonghwa

tags: threesome, daddy kink, phone sex, voyeurism, gay sex, anal, blowjobs, safe sex, jealousy, some dom/sub, etc.

Despite your promises, the security and happiness in your newly cemented relationship with Johnny and Seonghwa, you still found yourself surrounded by handsome idols at work. They no longer caught your attention quite in the same way as they had prior to that little ménage à quatre with Chan, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t catch their attention or that you didn’t occasionally still catch your imagination beginning to wander.

Seonghwa was there the day that you almost slipped up.

Ateez, MonstaX, and Pentagon were only three among the groups that were appearing on the show that day, and you were eternally grateful when you were given girl groups instead of either of the groups of the guys you’d hooked up with or your boyfriend’s group.

But since MonstaX was there, that meant Im Changkyun was too.

The moment he laid eyes on you, he winked. At the first chance he had to speak with you, he sidled up beside you in the hallway outside their waiting room, and he asked, “Still with those two boyfriends? Tired of them yet? I still think I could’ve fucked you better than either of them.” He leans closer, smiling at you. “We can probably sneak away, finish what we started back then.”

You almost let his smile intoxicate you, his proximity overwhelming you. Changkyun has this easy seduction to him that almost sucks you in, but then you remember Johnny and Seonghwa, and once more the way that Changkyun is looking at you starts to feel gross.

Before you have the chance to respond in any way to his advances, a shadow falls over you, a tall shape appearing in the corner of your vision before stepping even closer, nearly in front of you.

Seonghwa.

“You’re pretty cocky.” Seonghwa says to his senior, using honorific language, but lacing each syllable with contempt. And then to you, in a voice so completely opposite the one he’d just used on Changkyun, Seonghwa asks, “Is he bothering you?”

Changkyun smirks. “Is this him, then? The other one?”

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s arm. He backs off, hovering just beside you, but addressing the other man, “I think you should go. She would probably appreciate it if you would stop harassing her at work. Or any time.”

Changkyun does leave them, but only because Kihyun pops his head through the doorway of their waiting room, looking for him.

To make matters even worse, Seonghwa’s still standing there talking to you when, just a few moments later, Wooseok passes by with two of his members. He looks at you for a long moment, and you let your eyes follow him down the hallway.

Your mind wanders to Wooseok’s large hands, the way he’d held you and been gentle and hit just the right spots inside you when you fucked. Even with Seonghwa, one of your two current boyfriends, standing beside you, your mind slips toward fantasizing about your ex-lover.

You can tell your period is coming up. Lately you’ve been ridiculously horny, a sure sign of your impending period, and you’ve been constantly wishing that at least one of your boyfriends would be able to lend you his fingers or tongue or dick to get you off. When neither of them are available, you find yourself staring up at your ceiling, imagining Johnny’s lips burning on your skin, or Seonghwa’s skilled tongue licking you up, Johnny’s fine fingers curled around his dick as he teases you with it.

But right now, with the warmth of Seonghwa beside you, and the lingering sight of Wooseok’s tall, broad form, you once more think about Wooseok and his big dick and that night you’d shared together. You wish he would’ve been down for the foursome, it would’ve been so nice. Not that Chan wasn’t.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice Seonghwa glancing around to make sure the two of you are unobserved.

And then he grabs your face, his fingers and thumb pressing in on either side of your face, cheeks squished and lips involuntarily pursed. Your attention returns to him, gaze flashing to meet his eyes. Seonghwa’s eyes are liquid, molten jealousy.

“What the fuck were you thinking about, kitten? Daydreaming about Wooseok’s cock again?” He tutted disapprovingly. “I’m going to have to tell Johnny about this.”

You grab at his wrist.

A door down the hallway opens, loud voices and laughter spilling out. Seonghwa releases you and takes a half step back, putting a somewhat respectable distance between the two of you, not that the man passing by hazards even a glance at the two of you. You still cling desperately to his wrist, and as soon as the man is out of earshot, you whine.

“Seonghwa, please don’t. Don’t tell him.” You squeeze, stepping closer, not caring who sees as you press up against him. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just for you.”

He turns his head away from your attempt at a kiss. He shakes you off, and you step back, heart sinking as your boyfriend moves completely away from you.

“Get to work. You insist on keeping this job even though we could both provide well enough for you. You’d better work like a good girl, and maybe then I’ll consider not telling Johnny.” Seonghwa looks you up and down once more and then walks away, leaving you feeling like you’ve disappointed him deeply.

You’re so wrapped up in your worries, that you barely comprehend the two girl groups that you work with. The day’s filming passes in a blur, and then you’re off the clock, lingering outside beside a coworker as he finishes his cigarette. You just stare down at your phone, at the group message you have with your boyfriends.

“Love life troubles?” Your friend asks, blowing his smoke out in a steady stream. “I feel bad I never asked, by the way, but how did that go? When I snuck you Johnny from NCT’s number? Did you hook up?”

You fidget with your phone. “Yeah.”

He nods, doesn’t press you for more as he takes a drag. “It’s tough hooking up with idols. I met a guy, did I tell you? He’s great, really sweet and kinda naive, but that’s cute. I like him like that.”

“An idol?” You ask. He squints a bit as he lets the smoke flow from between his lips again, as if considering whether to tell you the truth or not, but at last he nods a confirmation. “Is it serious?”

“Is it serious with Johnny?” He nods down at your phone, which you realize has just lit up with a message which is clearly labeled as being from Johnny ❤️ .

You slip your phone into your pocket without reading the message. “Don’t change the subject.”

He smiles around his cigarette.

Neither of you answer the questions posed, and when he drops the butt of the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his toe, the conversation is completely closed, and you go your own ways.

You check the message from Johnny as you’re on your way home.

“I’m already at your place,” reads his message.

You feel an odd warmth in your belly. It’s a sweet comfort to think of coming home to your boyfriend already there, probably warming up his spot on your sofa, getting comfortable.

Lately both Johnny and Seonghwa have gotten comfortable enough to come to your place when you’re not there. Which has led, on more than one occasion, to you walking through your front door and finding your boyfriends tangled in a compromising position, usually making out, but once or twice with their hands down each other’s pants. You gave each of them a key to your apartment, so they can come over any time they like, and since the three of you declared a label for your relationship, they’ve really put those keys to use.

You shoot back a reply “ok I’m on my way!”

When you’re standing on the step of your building, you see that Johnny read the message but never replied. Odd. He rarely ever leaves you on read, even if you and Seonghwa do it to him all the time.

At the door of your apartment, you hear nothing from inside. Not the buzz of voices from the TV or anything, so you unlock the door and step inside. Only the light in your small kitchen is on, giving the place just a bit of light, enough to see that you don’t see Johnny anywhere, and instantly your heart rate spikes.

“Johnny?” You call.

He doesn’t answer.

You step out of your shoes, sit your purse and keys nearby, and when you look up again, you nearly jump out of your skin. A small, startled noise leaves your lips.

Johnny’s leaning in the doorway, his pale figure standing out against the darkness behind him.

“You scared me.” You press a hand to your chest. “Are you okay? Why are you just sitting here in the dark? And you didn’t answer my message.” You walk frrther inside, pulling your phone out of your pocket to toss over onto the sofa, pulling the belt from the waist of your skirt and you drop it to the floor. “Have you eaten? I’m hungry, we can call Seonghwa over, make a date night of it?”

Johnny jerks just head. “Seonghwa’s already here too.”

And then, to your utter surprise, the younger of your boyfriends appears from behind Johnny.

“He had some interesting stories for me, baby.” Johnny finally moves out of the doorway, coming over toward you. “Said I.M. was flirting with you today, and you did little to nothing to shut him down. And then Wooseok walked by, and you were almost drooling at the memory of his dick. Are you still a slut, baby? You’ve got both of us, but we’re not enough? You want to go back and try out those two again? Maybe some others?”

You start to shake your head, open your mouth to tell him, no, the two of them are all you really need.

But Johnny is then right in front of you. You can tell from the way he’s looking at you, the way he lifts a hand to stroke your cheek, tonight isn’t going to be relaxing for you. It’s time to face your punishment.

“You think you can still look at other guys?” Johnny asks you, his voice taking on a sweet tone. “I ought to show you who you belong to as you’ve obviously forgotten. Your pussy belongs to who?”

You reach for him, curl your fingers in his shirt. “You. You and Seonghwa.” Your gaze flicks past him to the other man.

“That’s right, baby. Me and Seonghwa.”

You let Johnny manhandle you, moving you over to your kitchen table, bending you forward over it as he flips up the skirt you’d worn to work today. You squirm as he drags your panties harshly down your legs, leaving them tangled at your ankles. With your bare ass exposed, you feel both Johnny and Seonghwa staring at you. Johnny drags his fingers between your legs, finding you already dripping wet, so horny lately that just this few moments have gotten you incredibly aroused and wet for him.

You look up when Seonghwa steps into your line of view. He curls his hand over the back of a kitchen chair, looking down at you coolly.

“You told me you wouldn’t tell him if I was a good girl.” You pout up at him. “I was, Seonghwa. You know I’m always a good girl for you!”

He just curls his hand tighter over the back of the chair and pulls it away from the table, moving it back enough to give him a good position to watch from.

“We’re each going to fuck you,” Johnny tells you. “Gonna fuck you so you won’t forget whose you are. Hwa, I think you should go first.”

You turn to look back over your shoulder, to see as Johnny steps aside and gestures at your spread legs, open for Seonghwa. And when Seonghwa leaves the chair and walks over, Johnny clasps the other man by the back of his neck. Their eyes meet, and they silently communicate something that you don’t understand. And then Seonghwa leans in and brushes his lips briefly with Johnny’s.

Johnny repeats the move before gently pushing Seonghwa away towards you bent over the table like that.

Seonghwa lays a hand flat on your back, pushing you down so you can’t lift up at all. Your cheek presses against the surface of the table, and you hear the clink of Seonghwa dropping his pants, kicking them away. He also strokes his fingers between your legs, making a satisfied noise at how wet he finds you.

“Gonna use your pretty pussy, kitten.” Seonghwa tells you.

You don’t care what he does. You just want to be touched, preferably to feel him inside you, fucking you good and deep. You want Johnny to do the same afterwards. You want them to reassert their claim on you, remind you that although you’ve fucked Wooseok and Chan and nearly fucked Changkyun, now you are only theirs.

Seonghwa doesn’t disappoint.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, and thrusts into you smoothly. You moan, feeling at last that hunger you’ve felt constantly for the last few days satiated again briefly now. Seonghwa grips at your skirt, gathering it in his fist to hold onto as he pulls back just to bring his hips smack forward against yours again. You can feel the table rocking, but you don’t care if it breaks on its fragile legs.

You like the way that he’s using you for just his own pleasure, fucking you a bit harder any time you moan out “daddy.” And the way that Johnny’s just watching the pair of you, it reminds you of the early days of you hooking up with either of them, when you used to fantasize about one of them watching as the other fucked you. When you turn your head to look at Johnny, you find that he’s hungrily observing the pair of you.

Seonghwa’s fingers quickly twist through your hair, tugging. “Don’t look at him. I’m the one fucking you, kitten.”

“Yeah, Daddy,” you purr as Seonghwa snaps his hips forward roughly a few quick times. “You’re fucking me so good, show me who I belong to.”

Seonghwa, who has always proclaimed that he doesn’t have that possessiveness or jealousy that Johnny does, shows quite the opposite right then, eagerly taking the chance to show you that you belong to him and to Johnny. You always play along when he tells you he doesn’t like the possessive stuff like Johnny. But you see the jealous gleam when you’re hanging on Johnny, or when you’ve given yourself to those other men.

He drags your head back by the fistful of hair, fucking you harshly. You grab at the table, wishing that you had anything to hold onto, to dig your nails into, but they just scratch over the surface as you cry out for Seonghwa. He releases his hold on your hair, and you press your cheek against the table once more.

“Your tight little pussy, sweetheart, feels so good,” he groans, lowering himself over you to keep the words quiet enough that Johnny can’t quite hear them. “You’re going to make me cum. Gonna leave your pussy a mess for Johnny to take.”

Seonghwa snaps his hips forward roughly once more, cumming deep inside you, then shallowly thrusting before he pulls completely out.

You twist your head to the side to look at him. He rubs and taps his cock between your legs, palms your ass, and moans softly at the sight of his cum dripping from you. And then he brings his hand down against your bottom once more and takes a step back.

He says, “You can take her.”

You stay exactly where you are, bent over the table, the edge of it digging against your hips and belly. You feel Seonghwa’s cum, your pussy throbbing with your own need for release. And you wait for Johnny to come take you.

A few moments pass and at last you hear him stand from the chair, his footsteps treading across the floor to you. You wait, eagerly, to feel his fat cock stuffing you, but instead you hear a quiet thud as his knees hit the floor. You feel his breath against all the sensitive places, and then, at last, his lips and his tongue.

“Johnny, oh God!” You cry out as his tongue flicks between your legs, gathering up Seonghwa’s cum. He cleans you up just a bit, and right as you’re getting into it, trying to wiggle back against his face, Johnny stands up. His erection fits right up against you without going inside you, and he strokes the back of your head.

“Feel good, baby?” Johnny rubs against you. “You want to cum on my mouth?”

You whine and nod. “Yes. Felt so nice.”

“Yeah, tasted pretty sweet. You and Seonghwa mixed together.” He nudges the tip of his cock against your entrance, such a tease. “I know how much you wish it was Seonghwa eating you out, you love his tongue. But he’s been giving me lessons, honey, an intimate lesson practicing our oral skills, you know.”

You moan, trying to push your hips back to get him inside you.

“Do you want to hear more about it?” Johnny asks, and his fingers slip between your legs too, gliding over your clit in a way that has you twitching. “Or do you want to watch us? You haven’t seen us like that yet have you? Seonghwa all spread out, hard and dripping on my tongue, moaning and being such a good boy.”

At last, Johnny slides his cock into you.

He fucks you until you feel sloppy, all wet from Seonghwa’s cum and from your own wetness. Each dip of his cock inside you makes you more and more needy, his fingers on your clit sending whimpers and whines from your lips. Johnny fucks you with long, slow thrusts, dragging it out, carrying you on slow waves of pleasure.

Johnny’s still taking it slow when you start really squirming, trying to get him to give it to you how you want it. His hand comes down on your ass.

“Baby, steady.” He holds firmly to your hips. “This isn’t about you. It’s about me.”

Not that you’re a selfish lover--you have on multiple occasions focused on just giving your boyfriends pleasure--but at this moment all you want is to cum, to have that horniness relieved that you’ve been suffering from no matter how much they attempt to satiate you. You cry as Johnny thrusts into you at his own, torturous pace.

Johnny presses the heels of his palms into your ass, pinning you down flat, unable to move.

“Such a pretty little sex toy, baby.” Johnny coos at you. “Letting Seonghwa and I put our claim on you, letting us use you like this. Because you belong to us, right?”

“Right. I’m yours.” Your cheek slides wetly against the table’s surface, a tear rolls from your eye, crying from desperation. “I’m yours, and you should give me an orgasm.”

“We’ve given you over a dozen orgasms in the last week,” Seonghwa suddenly speaks up. “Horny kitten, what are we to do with you?”

The whine that comes out of you then finally drives Johnny to fuck you harder. It’s more of a wail than a whine.

Johnny pounds into you, such a force that the table shudders, creaks. You hear a faint sound under it all that honestly sounds like cracking. He pinches your clit between his fingers, massaging it in time with his thrusts, and as you cry out again, Seonghwa covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your sounds that are loud enough to disturb your neighbors.

You cum around Johnny, and at last sink relaxed against the table.

But Johnny’s not done yet.

He pulls you up, turning you around in his arms, sitting your ass on the edge of the table, and he brings your arms and legs around him, holding you securely in his arms. You tuck your head against his shoulder, mumbling meaningless sounds as he finally buries himself inside you and cums.

“I love you,” you sigh. “I love you, Johnny. I love you, Seonghwa.” You twist your head around and loosen one of your arms from around Johnny so you can reach out to Seonghwa. “Both of you are all I need.”

“Exactly right.” Johnny tells you, kissing you quickly on the cheek.

He pulls out of you, and as you tug your skirt back into place, drag your panties up your legs again, Seonghwa comes around to take Johnny’s place. He cups your face between his hands, stroking his thumbs along your cheeks, wiping away the damp trails of your tears. “You are a good girl, kitten. I really do hate to see your eyes wandering, though.”

“I thought you’re not jealous and possessive?” You ask, tangling your legs around his hips.

“Maybe you’re changing me,” Seonghwa suggests. “You and Johnny both are.” He looks over at Johnny who’s now moving around your kitchen, opening the refrigerator and the cabinets, drawing out items. “If I caught anyone looking at him for too long, who’s to say what I’d do.”

Johnny snorts out a laugh. “If you think you’d dom me, Hwa, I’d like to see you try.”

Seonghwa takes that as a challenge, breaking away from you to come up behind Johnny, wrap his arms around his neck, playfully they wrestle around in the kitchen until Johnny backs Seonghwa against one of the cabinets, and the younger of the two whimpers in pain as the handle of the door digs into his back. Johnny stops, pets Seonghwa’s hair, then backs off to go back to what he was doing before.

“Are you making dinner for us?” You slide from the table.

“Mhmm.” Johnny nods. “Wanna help, baby?”

So he passes you a knife from your own knife block, and instructs you to start slicing the vegetables he’s pulled out from the refrigerator. Seonghwa runs out to go buy something to drink from the store a few minutes walk away from your apartment.

And hours later, after dinner’s done, after Seonghwa is tipsily flushed and feeling cuddly, Johnny declares that it’s time for them to go home. Seonghwa definitely has to work again bright and early tomorrow, and Johnny knows that someone has to get him safely home. You don’t want them to leave, but you understand it. So you kiss them both before they walk out your door together.

It’s exactly two days later, you’ve just gotten home from work and have heated up some leftover takeout you found in your refrigerator, just sat down to eat and scroll through SNS, when you see what information has the internet buzzing.

In order to keep up on the information about the groups you deal with at your job, you follow various update accounts on twitter for many different groups. You’ve seen before the way that fans get excited when two idols from different groups (or sometimes multiple idols from different groups) hang out together outside of being on stage together at a music show.

So everyone is currently buzzing about the fact that NCT’s Johnny and Ateez’s Seonghwa were photographed together the other night. You scroll through all of these images, though you’re not sure which were taken by sasaengs and which were taken by casual fans who just happened to see them. There are a wide variety of angles, many of them cropped closer from the original images, all of them depicting Johnny and Seonghwa walking down a street together with the hoods of their jackets pulled up, laughing and talking and eating the street food that you’d heard Seonghwa talking about as they’d walked out your door.

Mostly all the comments you see are people curious about how and why and when they became friends. Then, the farther you scroll, the more you see people suddenly making sense of a few things: Seonghwa posting dance covers of some of NCT’s songs, a few clips from several livestreams Johnny had done where he’d sung little snippets from Ateez songs. You even saw a clip from ages back when their promotion schedules first overlapped after you first began hooking up with him, when they’d both been on stage and there was a certain look in their eyes when they met. None of the fans knew what it meant, but looking at the clip now you knew that that look meant they’d already made their plan to come fuck you later that night. And what a wonderful night that had been.

As soon as all of these fans know that your boyfriends are friends, suddenly they keep getting questions about it in their livestreams. And from knowledge of their friendship, the imaginations of fans are inspired.

You’re visiting Johnny at his dorm, stretched out on his bed looking at your phone while he finishes talking with Taeyong about something. Haechan’s sitting at his desk in the corner of the room, headphones on as he plays a video game. So, to entertain yourself, you’re once more scrolling through Twitter, looking at not only the update accounts, but some of the fans you follow as well, and you’re startled to find that there are now people making fanfiction about your boyfriends, shipping them together.

When Johnny comes into the room, flopping down into the bed, wrapping his limbs around you to hold you tightly, you show your phone to him. “Look at this.”

Johnny takes your phone, eyes scanning what you’ve just found, a thread of tweets talking about the two of them. He laughs. “Not accurate. Imagine Seonghwa domming me? I know you’ve not really seen us at it, pretty girl, but trust me, there’s no way.”

You glance at Haechan in the corner, making sure that he’s still focused on his game when you ask Johnny, “So have the two of you fully had sex?”

You can’t imagine that they had. Seonghwa and you shared nearly everything, and for him to not tell you that he and Johnny had actually fucked instead of just making out and jerking each other off, that seemed like a big secret to keep from you.

Johnny squeezes you more closely in his arms. “No, we haven’t. I mean, we’ve talked about it, but you know how he is. Hwa’s still getting used to all this.”

That’s definitely true. Seonghwa has slowly been growing more and more comfortable with how he feels about Johnny.

Johnny, on the other hand, is bold, but not pushy. He makes his moves and waits for Seonghwa to accept them. Johnny makes it clear that he’s already confident in what he feels, he’s all in with you and Seonghwa, showing equal amounts of attention and affection to both of you.

“Don’t worry.” Johnny kisses your forehead. “When we do anything, we’ll let you know. If you’re not there to witness it.”

You twist around and ask, “Don’t you just want your first time together to be just the two of you?”

“Whatever makes Seonghwa more comfortable.” Johnny’s lips touch against your ear as he tells you, “He’d probably love to have you sitting on his face while I play with his ass, put him a bit at ease.”

You squirm around, the heat of his words taking root in your belly. Your gaze flicks again to Haechan in the corner of the room. “Johnny....” Your tone is warning.

“Or, I saw this video the other day, well, actually someone sent it to me.” His eyes avoid yours, avoiding the question of who sent him the video, and instead he says, “The position was so hot, and I kept thinking about fucking Seonghwa like that. Do you want to see it?”

You whine and push at Johnny’s chest. “Don’t try to make me horny. For one thing, your roommate is right there. And also, I’m on my period, so even if he wasn’t here we wouldn’t be able to do anything.”

Johnny hums and moans softly, dips his face into the soft warmth of your throat, kissing you there. You clutch at him even as you know that you should push him away, but Johnny just gets you started throbbing, a large mark sucked into the sensitive skin of your throat, and then he backs off with a satisfied smirk.

“I hate you,” you gasp. “Maybe I should’ve gone over to Seonghwa, he wouldn’t tease the fuck out of me like this. He’s always nice to me when I’m on my period.”

“Gives you cuddles and chocolate?” Johnny asks, putting his hand on your stomach. “Does he baby you through your cramps? What do you want me to do? What do you want now, huh?” Again he wraps himself entirely around you, cradling you in his arms against his chest, his legs entwined with yours. He looks at you, his gaze so intense. “You want attention, baby? How are you feeling?”

His tone, somewhat patronizing but in the best way, puts you right into a needy mood. You do want his attention, you like the way he dotes on you, especially right then with every ounce of his attention on you, ready to please.

Johnny watches, his lips quirking up in an amused manner, as you push your bottom lip out in a pout. “I have cramps, they’re not so bad right now, but I don’t like them.”

“You don’t like them?” Johnny asks in the same tone of voice, soft and playfully babying you. “What can I do, baby? You want some tea? Chocolate?”

You nod. Johnny takes you by the hand, leads you out to the kitchen where he hoists you up to sit on the countertop while he boils some water and drops in a tea bag he fishes out of one of their cabinets, and when he sits a warm cup in your hands, you lift it to your face. “It’s too hot.”

Johnny takes the cup in his hands and blows on it for you to cool it off, keeping his eyes on you as he does. “Here, sweetheart. It should be cooler now.” He lifts it to your lips and tips it forward for you, and he watches you take a tentative sip of it. “Better?”

“Yes.” You take another sip. Johnny continues helping you drink the tea, talking to you in that same gentle tone until you’ve finished the tea, your cramps have subsided a bit, but Johnny still keeps you there on the countertop, fencing you in with his hands planted on either side of your hips.

You like the warm fuzzy feeling of being so taken care of by him. Johnny takes that tone with you, he holds your hand and keeps looking at you, doesn’t step a foot away from you. He cradles you in his arms when you go back into his room, and even when Haechan finally disengages from his video game, Johnny doesn’t release you even though Haechan makes disgusted noises at the two of you being all cuddly and the tender way that Johnny speaks with you.

This is all you really want, you think, to be so taken care of by your boyfriends.

Oddly enough, it’s you who has to go overseas, leaving your boyfriends in Seoul without you. You’re scheduled to be gone for a full week, so you ask them to water your plants and/or to take advantage of a place for them to get away from their members, a place to be together.

When you’ve been gone for three days, Seonghwa calls you to talk as he’s walking back to his dorm.

A few minutes in he clears his throat. “I think I’m going to do it with Johnny. Are you okay with that?”

“Am I okay with that?” You laugh. “Seonghwa, are you? I’m happy for you. If you want to take this step with Johnny, that’s fully up to you and him.” You pause for a moment, and then say, “And I know that he wants you; he was talking about it with me a few weeks ago. And you know Johnny will be good to you. He’s always good to me, isn’t he? Not a fucking tease like you.”

“Hey!” Seonghwa complains good-naturedly. “I’m good to you too.”

You wish you could be there, not necessarily to be there when Johnny and Seonghwa really give themselves to each other the first time, but you wish you were there right now to talk about this face-to-face with Seonghwa. It feels odd to be having such an intense conversation over the phone.

“Hwa, I wish I was there,” you sigh. “I want to be there with you right now. Are you nervous?”

Seonghwa makes an uncertain noise. “Should I be?”

“No, not at all. It’s going to be so good, I promise.” You try to reassure him. “Are you going to my place?”

“Yeah. We’re going to make a date of it first, go out for dinner and drinks.” Seonghwa tries to keep his voice level, but you hear the excitement and the nerves in his voice all the same. “I’m back at my dorm. I’ll talk to you later.”

It’s actually three days later when you actually hear from him again. You’re heading back home in the morning, and you’re so excited to see them again. So excited, that when you’re sitting alone in your hotel room, you message them to beg them to FaceTime you since you know that they’re still at your place, and have pretty much been camped out there since their date night.

When your phone buzzes, you quickly answer it, grateful to see your two boyfriends faces smiling back at you with the familiar backdrop of your bedroom. But from a different angle than you’re used to seeing.

“Are you sitting on the floor?” You ask. “And is that my ice cream?”

Seonghwa pauses with a spoonful of your favorite flavor of Ben & Jerry’s into his mouth. “No,” he fibs.

Johnny is not eating your ice cream, but is eating candy. He explains, “We decided to give in to our guilty pleasures since we have the weekend off.”

“Enjoying yourselves then?” You ask, watching as Seonghwa enjoys another spoonful of ice cream and just smiles at you. “I’m ready to come home.”

“We’re ready for you to come home.” Seonghwa says. “I’m tired of Johnny, I need you.”

Johnny makes a face and steals the spoon from Seonghwa’s hand. “You’re not tired of me, you keep begging me to fuck you again. Baby, you should hear him when I fuck him, he sounds so sweet, like you.”

Seonghwa groans and pushes at Johnny’s arm, buries his face in his shoulder. “Stop lying! Don’t make her think that’s how it is!” He brings his face from Johnny’s shoulder to look at you through the phone. “Our boyfriend isn’t the entirely most dominant top he would have us believe. He can bot--”

Johnny slaps his hand over Seonghwa’s mouth, and you press your own smile into your hand at them.

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” Johnny says in a low voice. Seonghwa squirms, eyes darting between you on the screen and Johnny. Johnny raises his eyebrows and Seonghwa looks away, so Johnny drops the hand. “Pretty boy, just eat your ice cream.”

He grabs Seonghwa’s hand with the spoon already in it, scoops up a fresh spoonful of ice cream and urges it toward Seonghwa’s mouth, but Seonghwa fights back, trying to push it at Johnny’s face. They just end up play wrestling, and you watch the spoon fall to the floor of your bedroom, the ice cream slowly melting onto the wooden floor.

Seonghwa manages to press Johnny to the floor, and you watch with a deep gnawing hunger as Johnny smiles and lifts his head up to kiss Seonghwa playfully.

“You taste like fucking candy,” Seonghwa tells Johnny, and then he dips back in for another taste. They’re clearly all swept up, wrapped in each other, which is wonderful, but it just really makes you miss them.

“I’ll just leave.” You say when their kisses don’t let up.

Immediately, both of your boyfriends snap their attention to you. “You can’t leave!” Seonghwa slides away from Johnny, coming closer to the phone. “We’ll stop.”

“Maybe we won’t.” Johnny slips up behind Seonghwa, tilting his head so he can focus on Seonghwa’s lips. “Maybe she wants to watch us. Right, baby?” And then he’s looking at you, his eyes boring into yours even through the phone screen. “Do you want to see how pretty our Seonghwa looks with my dick in his mouth?”

Seonghwa buries his head on his arms with a groan, but Johnny laughs and you watch as you can see Seonghwa grinding up against Johnny.

“You want to watch, baby girl?” Johnny asks you. Then he looks at your boyfriend. “Hwa, do we want to see our sweet girl? Bet she’ll look all pretty and flustered, start touching herself.”

Seonghwa groans and looks into the camera at you, at where you’re already feeling quite hot and bothered. Nothing’s really happened yet, but your mind has cut straight forward to Johnny’s thick cock encircled with Seonghwa’s pretty lips. There truly is something about having your hot daddy boyfriend becoming such a submissive pleaser for your other boyfriend.

“God damnit,” you whine, “Now all I can think about right now is you licking his cock like it’s an ice cream cone.”

“You heard her.” Johnny moves around, moving so he’s on his back, and Seonghwa with an absolutely embarrassed but hungry look in his eyes fits between Johnny’s legs.

Seonghwa pushes Johnny’s shirt up first, kissing Johnny’s abs and hips. And then Johnny twists his fingers in Seonghwa’s hair which has grown longer recently, which is something you only notice as Johnny gathers a chunk of it up in his fist. Seonghwa’s fingers slide over the front of Johnny’s pants, tugging and pulling until they’re down around his thighs and Johnny’s cock has popped up and taps the bottom of Seonghwa’s chin.

“So pretty, Hwa.” Johnny tugs on Seonghwa’s hair, making the younger boy tilt his head up so Johnny can see his half-lidded eyes, making you able to see the lust blowing his pupils into wide dark circles.

Johnny lowers Seonghwa’s face back down, and you watch him take your Johnny’s cock inside his mouth, his tongue darts out to wet his lips and then he holds it out to welcome Johnny’s soft tip. His fingertips meet, circled around Johnny’s erection, licking at it sweetly, just like he’d lick at an ice cream cone.

And then his gaze cuts over to look at the image of you watching them through the phone.

Seonghwa closes his lips around the tip and pushes down, sucking your boyfriend into his mouth while still staring at you. Your belly goes warm and fluttery as you hear Seonghwa’s moan, as you watch him take Johnny down without issue.

Eternally grateful that you’ve got this room all to yourself, that Johnny and Seonghwa can’t fully see what you’re doing, you slide a hand down between your legs, beneath the towel you’re still wearing after your shower, fingertips skimming over your clit.

You must make a sound because then Johnny looks over also. You whimper involuntarily, continuing to move your fingers tenderly on yourself, stoking that flame.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans. He bucks his hips, impaling Seonghwa’s throat on his cock, making Seonghwa whine. “Do you like this, baby girl? Does watching us like this turn you on? She’s touching herself, Seonghwa. Can’t you see?”

Seonghwa makes a sound that’s a mix between a hum and a moan, still bobbing his head on Johnny, eyes trying to get a good look at you through the screen. But you’re touching yourself out of view; the only sign he can see is the way you’re biting your lip and the subtle movement of your arm.

Seonghwa pushes himself up, a line of saliva connecting his lip to Johnny’s cock. “Kitten, are you touching yourself? Have your fingers buried in your sweet pussy? You like watching us like this?” He glides his hand up and down Johnny’s length, and the older man grabs Seonghwa’s wrist, curls his fingers over his hand to make his grip tighter. He groans.

“Mm, yes, Daddy.” You press your fingers lower, getting them inside yourself, wishing it was Johnny or Seonghwa touching you. “I miss you both, wanna be there.”

“You’re home tomorrow? We’ll still be here, waiting for you.” Johnny grunts. His fingers knot inside Seonghwa’s hair again, and he pulls his mouth back down on him. “Oh, shit, Hwa. Baby, I finally understand you saying his head game is very strong.” He moans again, pushing his hips up, and Seonghwa takes it.

Your thumb swirls against your clit, and you press your fingers deeper inside your pussy, imagining Johnny’s tongue on your clit, his fingers inside you while he holds you to his face, drowning his grunts and moans between your legs.

“Seonghwa, shit.” Johnny sits up, cupping Seonghwa’s jaw, dragging him up, pressing their mouths together feverishly. Seonghwa moves closer, sitting himself in Johnny’s lap, their erections rubbing together, though Seonghwa’s still clothed, grinding against Johnny.

They moan together, and you let the sound of yours join in, riding your fingers the way you wish you were riding them.

Seonghwa pushes his pants down, and Johnny wraps a hand around both of them, jerking them both off as they kiss. Seonghwa pulls out of the kiss to moan, blinking at you, at the way you’re holding your phone lower now.

“Johnny,” he murmurs, “Look, our pretty girl.”

They both watch, your heaving chest rising and falling, your fingers busy plunging inside yourself. And Johnny continues touching them, smirking as he listens to your moans and Seonghwa’s, his thumb sweeping over his tip, coming away with a string of precum that catches the light just right to have your mouth watering for him.

Johnny cums first, dropping his head back as he moans gutturally, his cum dripping down his fingers, spreading over Seonghwa’s cock as lube for him to keep jerking off his younger boyfriend. You cum with a sob, your legs closing around your hand, watching as Seonghwa desperately begins rutting into Johnny’s hand.

A messy kiss and then Seonghwa slumps into Johnny, tucking his head against Johnny’s shoulder as he cums at last over Johnny’s fist.

“What time’s your flight land?” Johnny asks. He wipes his hand off on Seonghwa’s pants, then reaches for the pile of candy he abandoned. Seonghwa slips backward off Johnny’s lap, stuffing his dick back into his pants, and he grabs up the ice cream, pouting when he notices that it’s melted.

You tell him the time of your flight, promise to text them before you take off, and make Seonghwa promise that he’s going to have replenished your ice cream supply by the time you get there.

They’re both still in bed when your flight lands in the morning, but Seonghwa stirs.

“You’re home,” he says quietly, flipping the covers of your bed back, inviting you in. “Missed you.”

You shuck off your clothes and slide in, resting your head on his chest, sighing happily as his arms fit around you, drawing you in tight.

“I bought you more ice cream.” Seonghwa whispers. “And we stocked up on condoms again too. Johnny bought a lot of stuff for us to make dinner tonight, if you don’t mind us staying over again.”

You shake your head. “I don’t mind at all. I’d prefer to never have either of you leave.” There’s a few moments of silence as Seonghwa lets you really settle in, and you finally murmur, “I’m sleepy.”

“So sleep. We’ll still be here.” Seonghwa kisses your forehead.

Usually air travel has you feeling tired and gross afterwards, like you need to wash the stale air out of your hair, wash the grime of being around so many people in such an enclosed space off your skin. But you don’t care one bit about that, knowing that your sheets are probably in need of a wash anyway if they’ve really been fucking as much over the week you were gone as they made it sound when you FaceTimed them.

Therefore, even as gross as you feel, when you wake up some time later you don’t have it in you to push away the head between your legs, kissing at your thighs.

“Good morning, welcome home.” Johnny tells you, his lips moving lightly over your skin.

“Where’s Seonghwa?” You ask with a sigh, moving your hand still heavy with sleep to interlace with his fingers beside your hip.

“Went to get us some breakfast. Or brunch, I guess, since it’s almost noon.” Johnny kisses over your hip and your belly, resting his head against your stomach. “We really did miss you while you were gone. I love him, obviously, but it’s just not the same for us when you’re not here. One of the first times we had sex, when I was inside him, Seonghwa was babbling about having you there, riding him while I’m in him.”

You squirm. “How does it feel? Being inside him? Is it like me? Better?”

Johnny lowers his head, kissing his way back down your belly to the elastic of your panties, which he pulls down with his teeth and as that takes too long, you try to push them down with your hands, but Johnny puts an end to that. He grips both of your wrists between one hand, holding them on your belly as he finishes using his teeth to drag them down just past your pussy. Then he snatches them off with his hand.

“You didn’t answer me.” You whine, jerking your hands against his hold.

“Don’t have to answer you, baby. I’m in charge, not you.” Johnny kisses your mound, centimeters from your clit. “I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday, when we saw you dripping knuckles-deep. You’re so sweet, sweeter than that candy I was eating. Do you want me to have a taste?”

“Yeah. Yes, please.” You jerk your hands within his grip, buck your hips. Just thinking about Johnny’s soft, warm lips.

Johnny’s tongue is just exactly what you need, lapping against your slit, sending warm slow waves of pleasure through you, and that’s what he gives you, smiling as you lift your hips up against his face, whining his name.

He’s been at it for a few minutes, gotten you nicely wet and aroused, when the door opens and Seonghwa steps inside.

“Did you get started without me? Don’t tell me you sent me for breakfast just so you could have her to yourself.” Seonghwa comes to sit on the bed beside your head, strokes your hair. “I’ve been giving him lessons, does it feel good?”

“So good.” You moan.

Seonghwa looks at your face for a long moment, and then suddenly he moves down, shouldering Johnny to the side. Johnny starts to push him back, but then you whimper, and Seonghwa leans in, covering your pussy with his mouth, his masterful skills at oral carrying you into an orgasm within a minute.

Johnny edges in then, jealously getting Seonghwa to move to the side, and then he tries to imitate exactly what Seonghwa had just done, each move of his tongue and press of his lips. A second orgasm sweeps over you in the sensitive aftermath of the first.

Pleased, Johnny kisses his way up your abdomen to your chest, his fingers sliding up to cup one of your breasts while his lips go to the other. Until Seonghwa takes Johnny’s hand and pulls it away. Johnny pulls his mouth from your other breast to just look up at Seonghwa, his gaze dark and inquisitive.

“I brought breakfast, and if we don’t eat it now it’ll be cold.” Seonghwa tugs on Johnny’s hand. “Come on. We can eat, then have more fun.

Johnny reaches for Seonghwa’s hip, trying to pull him closer. “I found what I want to eat.”

Seonghwa, entirely flustered, darts his gaze to you and gives an awkward laugh. “Stop, not now, Johnny. Breakfast, I’m serious.” He steps back, walks over to your closet where he digs out a hoodie of his that you’ve stolen, and he tosses it over onto the bed. “Come on.”

You don the hoodie, then hurry out of the bedroom after Seonghwa, slipping slightly on the floor as you run up behind him to wrap your hands around his arm. He looks down at you with a soft, heartwarming smile.

“What’d you bring us?” You sit down on his lap, reaching already for the breakfast he brought home. Johnny drops into the chair beside you, and you lift your feet up to rest them in his lap, and neither of your boys complain, instead they get out all the food, and the three of you dig in.

You’ve had your fill after a bit, but there’s still more food that they both continue to dig into, and you just take comfort in being there, with them. You look between the two of them; Seonghwa’s inky black hair falls softly over his forehead like it was styled that way, looking exactly the way that you know his fans would call a boyfriend look (which is every look he has, for you). Johnny’s hair, recently dyed back to a dark brown, unstyled and handsome, his sweatshirt wrinkled from sleep.

“I have the most handsome boyfriends, have I ever told you that?” You look between the two of them, their bare morning faces. Johnny’s cheeks bulge from the food he’s just stuffed in there. You reach over and poke one of his cheeks, and he smiles at you. Seonghwa wraps his arms more firmly around your waist, tucking his chin over your shoulder affectionately.

After another few moments of this, you excuse yourself to go shower, feeling gross from the travel early that morning and the subsequent sweaty and mildly gross feeling post-orgasms. The sexy after breakfast plans are put on hold when Johnny gets a call from his manager to come back to the dorm, and then you and Seonghwa decide to make the day a date, and you go shopping and see a movie, grab something to eat afterwards.

Johnny joins you there, sitting down at the table with you both, stealing a bite from your food, picking up Seonghwa’s drink and taking a long pull through the straw. He winks at you as Seonghwa groans and grabs it back.

“You’re a menace,” Seonghwa tells him. His hand affectionately caresses the back of Johnny’s as he takes his drink back.

“But you love me anyway.” Johnny leans back in his chair, glancing around the place. He’s not looking at Seonghwa then, but you are. You see the way Seonghwa bites his lip and looks down at the drink, then looks back at Johnny. You reach over and take his hand, give it a squeeze.

Johnny sits forward again, steals another bite of your food. And then he finally gets to what’s on his mind. “So our dorm’s lease is up soon, and we have to move. My manager was showing us a few choices earlier. They all look pretty nice.”

“That’s good. Are you still going to have to room with one of the others?” Seonghwa asks.

Johnny hesitates before answering. “That’s kinda something I wanted to talk about.” He runs his fingers through his hair, though it doesn’t do much as his hair just flops back into his face. “I do have the option to not move into the dorm with the other members. I could get my own place. For us.” He glances between you and Seonghwa, trying to read your faces.

“I’m still locked in on my lease for another few months,” you tell him.

“And I don’t think I can move out of my dorm.” Seonghwa says. He looks away from Johnny to mess around with his straw.

Johnny makes a noise of understanding. “I get it if you think that it’s still too soon to move in together, or if it’s just that you like having your own place, baby.” You frown and start to shake your head, because when was the last time that you could really consider your apartment your own place? Between the two of them, you’ve barely had the place to yourself since this all started. But Johnny continues talking before you can try to reassure him. He says, “Maybe I’ll still get my own place on a short lease. I haven’t lived alone before, and I guess just having that for a little while could be a good thing.”

You stretch your foot out under the table until it nudges against his. “Move in with me. Unless you really want to have your own apartment. But you can move in with me. You both basically live there as it is. And when my lease is up, we can move somewhere nicer. For the three of us.”

Johnny shrugs. “We don’t have to make any decisions right now.”

And even though he says that, it’s all you’re thinking about for the rest of the day. When they’re back at your place later that night, messing around and cooking dinner while you do some laundry, you just watch them and wish that this could be your every day thing. Living together with both of them, happy in domestic bliss, never worrying that one of them or both of them will have to leave soon and go back to his dorm.

Johnny does get his own place, and to celebrate, you and Seonghwa bring over a cake and some wine, planning to consecrate the new apartment with a good time on his first night.

When you walk in, Seonghwa’s already there as are Mark, Doyoung, Taeyong, and Jungwoo. They’re all helping Johnny shift around some of his newly bought furniture, so you just walk inside and take a look around.

The apartment is nice, not extravagant or anything, but just nice enough to be his first apartment by himself. The kitchen is definitely nice enough, you notice as you take in the wine you brought. Johnny abandons the others where they’re messing with the entertainment center, making sure it’s centered, and he comes over to you.

“Hey.” He kisses you. “Do you want a tour around?”

There’s truly not much to tour. There’s the kitchen and living room which is basically all just one big room. There’s his bedroom, the bathroom, a laundry closet, and a narrow balcony.

When you come back in off the balcony, you’re feeling slightly chilled from the nice breeze as night falls outside, so you walk over to Seonghwa and wrap your arms around him. His arm falls comfortingly around your shoulders. It takes you a second to realize that Johnny’s members are looking at you, then at Johnny, then back at you and Seonghwa.

And for the first time you realize that they don’t truly know the extent of this relationship. They know you’re with Johnny, they’ve met you before as his fuckbuddy first and then as his girlfriend. They know Seonghwa as his friend. But now you realize that you don’t think they know that you’ve also been dating Seonghwa this entire time, and since they don’t know that then it’s very unlikely that they know that Johnny is also dating Seonghwa.

You look at Johnny for a cue on what you should do now, what your next move is.

He ignores it all. “Taeyong-ah, did you still want to stay and help cook dinner? I’m starting to get hungry.” He walks into the kitchen and opens his fridge, not that there’s much in it other than the cake Seonghwa brought earlier, a few basics, and the wine you brought.

“I forgot I was going to go to the studio, maybe another night.” Taeyong says, nudging Doyoung harshly with his elbow.

You step away from Seonghwa to slump down onto the sofa, still feeling very judged by the members. The vibe in the room is suddenly very off, very careful like they all think that there’s some sort of a fight brewing. Seonghwa walks away toward Johnny in the kitchen, and when he comes to stand right beside him, Johnny confidently slings his arm around Seonghwa’s waist, twists the boy around between Johnny and the countertop, and then kisses him breathless.

Johnny breaks the kiss, but leaves his arm around Seonghwa’s waist, looking perfectly unbothered while, from what you can see of Seonghwa’s face, he’s trying to catch his breath and looking surprised.

Johnny watches Seonghwa’s face for a second, then looks up at the four members, daring any of them to say anything. Mark and Doyoung look at each other, Jungwoo laughs, and Taeyong just looks between the three of you again before smiling at Johnny. “That’s unexpected.”

None of them truly seem too surprised about the prospect of Johnny being involved with another man, so you think maybe they’ve all known that part about him, but it seems that they just weren’t expecting him to be so involved with two people at once.

Taeyong leaves a bit later to go to the studio. Doyoung and Jungwoo help set up Johnny’s TV and the rest of the devices that fill the entertainment center. Mark awkwardly tries to ask Johnny how this relationship works, to which Johnny says, “Well Mark, when a man and a woman love each other and also love another man too....”before Mark falls into hysterical, almost panicked laughter.

It’s about two hours later when they finally leave, and it’s just you and Johnny and Seonghwa at last. You’d had to order delivery because there really was no food in the apartment yet, not enough for the three of you and his visiting members. As Seonghwa clears away the containers and trash, you grab the cake and the wine and bring them back to the sofa and the coffee table. You sit on one of Johnny’s sides, Seonghwa takes the other.

The wine is opened first. A couple glasses drunk. And then Seonghwa opens the cake for Johnny.

“I can’t believe you really got me a cake for this.” Johnny laughs and shakes his head, watching as Seonghwa lights the candles on top of it. “The wine is enough.”

“What kind of housewarming would it be if we didn’t bring you gifts like these to enjoy?” You ask. Seonghwa agrees with you, nodding along, and he sits down the lighter to scoot the cake closer to Johnny.

“Blow out the candles, make a wish on your new place.”

Johnny looks at Seonghwa and then he looks at you. He closes his eyes and blows out the candles in one breath.

And then his finger swipes through the frosting on the cake and smears it across Seonghwa’s cheek before either of you are aware what’s happening. Seonghwa yelps and reaches for Johnny, but Johnny laughs and goes to splop the remainder of what’s on his finger on Seonghwa’s nose.

Seonghwa dodges the finger, instead opening his mouth and flicking his tongue out for just a taste of the frosting. Johnny playfully draws his finger back, sucking it into his own mouth instead.

You laugh as Seonghwa swipes what’s on his cheek off with his finger, and he jumps forward so fast that you don’t see it coming before his finger’s jabbing at your face in an attempt to make you a mess too. But you’re just quick enough to grab his wrist, and you pop his frosted finger in your mouth.

As your tongue drags over the pad of his finger, coated with a sugary sweet flavor, Seonghwa bites his bottom lip and groans. You hollow your cheeks, sucking on his finger, staring him right in the eye as you simulate a blowjob on his finger.

“That’s enough.” Johnny unknots your fingers from around Seonghwa’s wrist, and he pulls your boyfriend’s arm away. “Are we going to eat this cake or just cut straight to breaking in my bed?”

Seonghwa grins and licks his bottom lip where a bit of frosting sits. “We could eat the cake in your bed?”

Johnny slings his arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders. “Do you think I want crumbs in my bed, Hwa? Maybe if we were just eating it off of you, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Like when we...” His eyes dart towards you suddenly, piquing your interest. He clears his throat and looks back at Seonghwa. “You know what I was going to say, right?” Seonghwa nods.

“What did you do?” You ask.

Seonghwa smiles. “Hey, we cleaned up after. Washed your sheets and everything.”

“While you were away, I learned he likes a little bit of temperature play.” Johnny explains. “So we used some ice cream. It melted everywhere and was really sticky and messy, but, baby, I’ve never seen our boyfriend as needy as he was then when I was eating it off of him.”

You know that their dynamic together is different than when they’re with you, but you still haven’t really witnessed it in person. It just hasn’t happened that way yet. Every time you’ve been together, it’s always been like it was before they had sex, with both of them still being very dominant with you. But from the way Johnny tells it, Seonghwa turns into a perfect little sub for him, which is almost difficult to imagine at times when Seonghwa can be so dominant with you.

Seonghwa lifts his wine to his lips, drinking the rest of it before he sits it back down. “I wouldn’t mind if we forgot about the cake. I’ve been thinking about you both all day. Mingi and Wooyoung were talking about sex earlier, and I just kept thinking about both of you.”

Johnny, with his arm still around Seonghwa’s shoulder, lifts his hand to tilt the younger man’s chin toward him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Seonghwa answers, returning Johnny’s stare in a way that has you looking away, both of them so intense that it causes a flutter deep within you.

You look back just in time to see their mouths meet.

Seonghwa’s wine-stained lips look so pretty against Johnny’s pinker lips, and you just sigh and tip back your wine glass, letting it drain into your mouth.

Maybe you feel a little jealous, seeing them both so wrapped up and enthralled by each other. You sit aside your glass and move closer, slipping yourself into Johnny’s lap and you reach for Seonghwa’s hand where it sits in his lap. He squeezes your hand and turns from Johnny’s kiss to your lips instead.

Johnny’s hand curls against your neck, his fingers gently prompting you to leave Seonghwa, and Johnny steals your kiss. Instead of complaining, Seonghwa puts his hands to work on undressing you, sliding your top up.

Johnny groans as Seonghwa pulling your shirt over your head forces him to break the kiss, but the second the shirt’s gone, your mouths crash back together, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder and caresses your breasts. You moan into Johnny’s mouth, feeling his hands join Seonghwa’s in exploring your body.

Seonghwa’s hand slides down from your breasts to the waist of your pants, quickly slipping his way inside. You squirm and moan, desperate already to feel him touching you, but his fingers stop inside your pants, just low on your mound.

“Seonghwa-- Daddy, please!” You moan, pulling away from Johnny’s lips, but as soon as they’re freed up, Seonghwa ignores your pleas and dips in to claim Johnny again. His fingers are still irritatingly still inside your pants, and to top it off both of them have hands on you but they’re not really touching you.

You whine, wiggling around, trying to get something out of this. Either something from sitting in Johnny’s lap, like grinding against his thigh or maybe his erection, or convincing Seonghwa to actually fucking slip his fingers just a little lower toward your clit. But that just makes them both withdraw their hands.

Johnny dives a hand into Seonghwa’s hair, tugging just hard enough to draw a moan from Seonghwa. And you watch in desperate disappointment as Seonghwa’s hand that was just so close to touching you moves instead to palm Johnny’s bulge right in front of you.

It’s not fair.

So you interrupt them by grabbing Seonghwa’s hand, pulling it back into your lap, and with your other hand, you stroke Johnny’s hair and kiss the corner of his mouth. You push Seonghwa’s hand back inside your pants, and he allows it, up until you press his fingertip against your clit.

He jerks his hand free and breaks the kiss with Johnny at the same moment.

“You’re being such a brat right now, kitten.” Seonghwa stands up, catches your jaw with one hand, holding it firmly so you stare up at him. Johnny just leans back into the sofa to watch. “You always get all of our attention. But tonight’s not about you for once. Tonight is about Johnny. So stop being a brat or else we’ll be forced to punish you, sweet girl. Now, you and I are going to make Johnny feel good. Got it?”

You nod and suck your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling chastised.

Seonghwa just turns without another word and walks into Johnny’s bedroom.

Johnny shifts forward from leaning back in the sofa, and you slip back off his lap onto your own feet. He slides a hand up your thigh, your hip, your side as he stands up. He tilts his head toward his bedroom door, and says in a gentle voice, “Let’s go, baby.”

Seonghwa pulls Johnny in as soon as the two of you are in the room, returning to their embrace you’d interrupted. But then Seonghwa gets Johnny on his back on the bed, Seonghwa climbs over him, straddling him and continuing to make out with him, slowly rolling his hips until you can hear Johnny making low, satisfied hums of pleasure.

“Baby,” Johnny murmurs, gesturing for you to come closer, to join them on the bed. You step out of your pants before you slip onto the bed, and you feel Seonghwa’s eyes raking down your figure. Johnny, however, just looks at your face, brings a hand up to thumb at your bottom lip. “Stop pouting. He’s not mad at you. Are you, Hwa?”

Seonghwa just lowers himself down to kiss at Johnny’s neck, hands wandering to begin stripping Johnny.

Johnny sighs and strokes his thumb again over your protruding bottom lip. He fists a hand in the back of Seonghwa’s hair, tugging until the younger man lifts his head from Johnny’s throat.

“You’re a brat too, you know that?” Johnny says to him. “If our baby wants some attention, we should give it to her. Just because you’ve been horny all day and want me to fuck you doesn’t mean that we should ignore how needy she is, like always.”

His thumb still rests on your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, dipping forward just enough that his thumb enters your mouth and you can suck on it. Johnny rolls his eyes toward you, watching you suck at his finger, completely enamored at the sight.

“She just wants to suck on something. Don’t you, baby?” Johnny asks. You nod. He replaces his thumb in your mouth with his pointer and middle finger instead, and then to Seonghwa he says, “Get naked, Hwa.”

Seonghwa does exactly that, nearly falling off Johnny’s lap in his rush to push off his pants and his shirt and his underwear, tearing Johnny’s pants off as well. Johnny sits up and grabs Seonghwa’s hips dragging him back into his lap, and his fingers fall away from your lips, quite wet with your saliva as he reaches around behind Seonghwa.

Johnny presses his lips in the middle of Seonghwa’s chest just as Seonghwa lets out a sweet sigh and his eyes flutter shut. Johnny pulls his mouth back just enough to be able to say, “You’re already loose. Have you been playing with yourself lately?”

Seonghwa bites his bottom lip, but releases it to let out a gasp as Johnny slides in a spit-slick finger.

“That’s hot,” you can’t help but say.

Johnny looks over at you and kisses Seonghwa’s chest again. “Yes, he is. Baby, get in that drawer over there, will you?” You slide off the bed to open the drawer of his bedside table. “The lube and condoms,” Johnny tells you.

When you turn back around from the drawer, you see that Johnny has tugged Seonghwa into his lap once more, and his two fingers are buried in Seonghwa’s ass, a sight that you’ve not yet been privy to. But now you see the pink hole stretched around Johnny’s fingers, notice how Seonghwa’s thighs quiver, how he clutches at Johnny’s shoulders with another little moan.

You move back onto the bed, dropping the little bottle of lube and the condoms beside Johnny. When you kneel up and run your fingers along Seonghwa’s torso, he shivers and looks at you through half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so sexy like this, Seonghwa.” You kiss his chest as Johnny had done before, and then stretch up a little higher to kiss his lips. You feel Johnny shifting, hearing him pop open the cap of the lube, just as Seonghwa moans against your mouth.

Kissing down his throat and chest, you work your way lower and lower until his erection bumps against your chin, at which point you open your mouth to suck at the sweet pink tip.

“Ah, fuck,” Seonghwa groans, pushing his hips forward. “Johnny, I need you now too.”

“One second, I’m warming it up a little for you.” Johnny says, and you turn your head slightly to look at him, and you see him working the lube over his fingers. Seonghwa throbs between your lips, so you return your attention to him.

Seonghwa pushes your hair back from your face, gathering it in his fist.

You can tell the moment that Johnny makes his move, spreading the lube over Seonghwa’s entrance and pushing his lubed up fingers in. Seonghwa makes such a sexy noise and uses his hold on your hair to push you down on his cock.

His thighs still quiver, maybe even more so with the way that Johnny works him on his fingers, prodding against his prostate, and you suck his cock just right. It’s only a few moments before Johnny touches your shoulder, and you draw back.

Johnny tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it down on his cock. Seonghwa eagerly shuffles forward on his knees, his wet erection swinging between his legs, and he positions himself just above Johnny. You lean back, looking back and forth between your two boyfriends.

Seonghwa’s eyes are soft and needy, locked on Johnny’s rather more lusty and dark expression. Johnny lays back, reaches down to his cock, and puts his other hand on Seonghwa’s hip, guiding the younger down onto him.

Seonghwa sinks down onto Johnny with a low moan that sends a wave of arousal coursing deliciously through you. You squeeze your legs together, lift a hand to your chest, and finally rid yourself of your bra so you can touch your breasts.

“You feel so fucking good, Seonghwa.” Johnny moans, and he brings his hand up to Seonghwa’s cock, touching it lightly with his fingers as he coos, “And look at you, all flushed and dripping wet.”

He might as well be talking about you too.

You wrangle your panties down your legs, kick them off your ankles, and slip your fingers between your legs, dipping into your wetness with a pleased sigh.

Johnny glances over at you now, taking notice of what you’re doing. His hand falls from Seonghwa’s hip, snatching at your hand and drawing it away.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa starts moving, lifting up on Johnny’s cock and dropping his ass back down, forcing a moan from between his pretty lips. You squirm and try to break your wrist free from Johnny’s hold, just wanting to touch yourself at the hot sight of your boyfriend riding your other boyfriend. But Johnny doesn’t let up.

“Please, I need something.” You watch as Seonghwa’s cock bounces with each of his downward thrusts, leaving little damp marks on Johnny’s belly where it touches. “Daddy, can I please suck you off?”

Seonghwa pauses at the sound of your desperate whine, and he looks at Johnny first before he nods. He sinks down fully on Johnny, his hands spreading on the elder’s abdomen, and he pushes back and forth with his hips. “Yeah, come on, sweetheart. Let me feel your lips.”

You kneel on the bed and sink forward, wrap your fingers around him, and take him into your mouth with no hesitation.

Seonghwa moans in delight, fisting your hair again as he rolls his hips back on Johnny’s cock and then forward into your mouth.

And while you’re distracted on Seonghwa’s cock, you finally feel Johnny’s fingers over the back of your thigh, searching higher. His fingers slide between your legs, finding you so slick and wet that he plays his fingers there for a moment, just sliding his fingers through your folds. He pulls his fingers away just to swing them back up, placing a slap right there against your sensitive pussy.

You yelp, choking for a moment on Seonghwa’s cock, and that makes him swear and thrust farther down your throat, and Johnny rocks his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Seonghwa. You start to draw back off his cock, needing to breathe, needing to beg Johnny to please fuck you on his fingers, but before you can, Johnny’s hand is on the back of your head, pressing you down on Seonghwa.

“Keep going.” Johnny demands.

And then his fingers plunge inside you, and you lift up on your knees just enough that you can fuck yourself down on his perfect, long fingers.

You whimper around Seonghwa, gagging as Johnny rocks his hips gently forward, driving the cock in your mouth deeper down your throat. Seonghwa moans and swears, reaching down to lace his fingers with Johnny’s in your hair.

“Oh God,” he groans. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to....”

His hand falls loose from your hair, Johnny’s hand follows, and you pull back until only Seonghwa’s tip rests between your lips. You look up just to see that Seonghwa’s reached back to grasp Johnny’s thighs, and Johnny gently curls his fingers around the base of Seonghwa’s erection.

“Gonna cum?” Johnny asks, jerking his hand over Seonghwa’s length while his other hand continues to pump his fingers inside you. “Already? But we’ve barely even started.”

“Don’t tease me.” Seonghwa pushes his hands down against Johnny’s chest, arches forward, and pushes his hips back to get Johnny deeper. Your jaw aches, but not in a bad way, just in the hungry way of craving Seonghwa’s dick down your throat again, so you dip forward until your lips meet Johnny’s fingers. “Shit, this feels so good. Both of you like this, ungh.”

“Am I doing good for you, Daddy?” You pull back carefull, then hold your tongue out. “Do I make you feel good?” You run your hand up and down his length, stroking the underside of the tip with your tongue.

Seonghwa nods, unable to speak as you and Johnny pleasure him on both sides. Johnny with slow deep thrusts, and your gentle assault with your mouth and your hand. You can tell exactly the moment that Johnny hits Seonghwa’s prostate perfectly.

With a guttural moan, Seonghwa cums, squirting his load over your tongue, filling your mouth with it. But you don’t swallow, just pull back and close your mouth while Johnny strokes Seonghwa’s cock and continues to fuck him too. He sits up to kiss at Seonghwa’s throat, though you do see him catch a bit of skin between his teeth and bite just hard enough to get Seonghwa to make another beautiful sound.

You kneel up so you’re just about level with them. All it takes is a light touch of your fingers to his cheek to get him to leave behind worrying the skin of Seonghwa’s throat.

Parting your lips just a little, Johnny and Seonghwa can both see what you’ve got waiting between your lips. You even hold out your tongue, peeking it just between your lips so they can see the thick creamy cum still held there.

“Fuck, I need you to kiss me, sweet girl. I want to taste you and Seonghwa.” Johnny cradles the back of your head with one hand, tilting your mouth to slot perfectly with his, not a single drop of Seonghwa’s cum spilling until Johnny opens your lips and invites you to share, all while he still thrusts up into Seonghwa’s tight ass.

You don’t even care about yourself anymore. You’re just in love with the sounds Seonghwa’s making, half-muffled into the bedsheets. You love the way Johnny kisses you, swallowing down Seonghwa’s cum while giving you his grunts and moans and gasps when Seonghwa bounces on him or clenches around him.

When there’s nothing left in your mouth but the taste of Johnny and the lingering aftertaste of Seonghwa, you slip backwards, sinking onto your heels and then slumping sideways so you can look up at your boyfriends, both of them kissing again.

They’re a gorgeous sight to behold, all that bare golden skin and the soft yet violent press of their lips, the smooth moves of their bodies, the gasps of pleasure from Seonghwa. They look like artwork, like gods, like something you could look at for a long, long time and never get tired of it.

But they don’t stay like that for long.

Johnny maneuvers Seonghwa beneath him, rolling him over carefully so Seonghwa’s on his back, Johnny above him, thrusting now powerfully into Seonghwa’s ass.

Immediately, Seonghwa reaches for you, curling a hand over your thigh, fingers digging in as he draws his hand up to your core.

“You’ve been so good for us,” Seonghwa gasps as Johnny grips his hips tightly and fucks in, and Seonghwa’s fingers sliding against your slit. “Your pussy’s so wet, kitten. Do you really like seeing us together like this? Thought you liked me strong and dominant, so how do you feel seeing me like this for Johnny?”

“I love it. I love it. I love you.” You moan as his fingers slide just barely inside you, always a tease. You bring a slightly shaking hand up to his head, run your fingers through his hair. “I love watching you and Johnny, you being so good and obedient for him, but still being like this with me. Still being my daddy even while he’s fucking you.” Eager to please, Seonghwa eases a finger inside you. You sigh, “I want to be fucked too.”

A second finger joins the first. “Do you want to be fucked, kitten? Do you want me or Johnny?”

“Are you even up again yet?” Johnny teases Seonghwa, getting his hand between their bodies to feel his cock. “Big talk for someone who’s gone soft. And you already got one orgasm. Don’t be selfish, Hwa. I’ll fuck our girlfriend good enough for the both of us.” He pulls out and rids himself of the used condom. “Now, just watch, like a good sweet boy.”

Seonghwa pouts and glares, but he scoots aside to make room as Johnny rolls on a different condom.

You spread your legs, eagerly welcoming Johnny to fit between them. You just want to be filled, to finally be given exactly what you’ve been wanting. And Johnny fits in perfectly.

“Oh, right there,” you sigh.

You wrap your legs around his hips, twine your arms behind his head, just clinging to him as Johnny sinks into you. You want to kiss him, to feel Johnny’s plush, thoroughly kissed lips on yours right now, and he grants you that, kissing you with a lot of tongue, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His chest presses against yours, hearts pounding together, and Johnny tastes the moans fresh from your tongue.

Johnny slips his hand between your bodies, kneading at your chest, pinching your nipple between two of his fingers as he pushes himself upright to look down at you.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He twists your nipple, and you groan, arching your back just a little up into his touch. His other hand holds onto your hip, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, and his eyes trail down your body until his gaze falls between your legs. “You’re so fucking wet, oh God. Hwa, come look at her.”

He abandons playing with your tit to grab at Seonghwa’s leg, tugging to get him closer.

As Seonghwa moves, pushing up onto his elbows and then sitting up further, you reach for him too. He offers you a hand, and you cling to it with both of yours, pull it onto your chest, over your heart. He looks down at you with the same look in his eyes as Johnny, a deep arousal burning there.

Seonghwa hums, pleased, and he lifts his eyes to Johnny’s.

Their gazes press one against the other, but Johnny’s still planted deep inside you, his hips flush against you, grinding forward in a way that sends pleasure zipping from your clit through your lower body.

Seonghwa breaks first, looking away again. He dips a hand down between your legs as Johnny pulls back, and Seonghwa’s fingers glide through the sticky wetness of your arousal, slipping two fingers in as Johnny draws his dick all the way out. Seonghwa’s thumb goes to your clit and he sinks down beside you as he works his thumb against your clit and his fingers stroke inside you, quickly working you up with the constant stimulation to your clit.

And then his lips close around your nipple, tongue flicking out over the sensitive bud.

“Oh, Seonghwa!” You moan, closing your eyes.

Your body is so sensitive from how long and drawn out this has all been, how much you have longed to be touched. So sensitive that just his breath over your wet nipple has you shivering.

And then his fingers are drawn away and you feel a sharp slap against your pussy that has you cry out and whimper, drawing your legs closer, but Johnny’s hands go to your thighs, gently pressing them apart. Seonghwa kisses your breast, and strokes his fingers soothingly over the new throbbing over your pussy.

“What did you call me?” He asks, his voice low, filled with that dominant tone once more. “What was that, kitten?”

“Daddy. Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whine, reaching for his hand between your legs, but he pulls out of your reach and you almost tense up, expecting another slap against your pussy. But it doesn’t come. He gently brings his hand back between your legs, teases the fingertip so lightly over your lips down there, swirls it once around your clit in a way that has new arousal gushing from you, and then he walks his fingers up your belly, higher up your chest, until he closes them around your throat.

You can smell yourself then, right beneath your nose. You can feel your wetness on your throat, sticky and warm and slippery. Seonghwa doesn’t hold tight at all, just rests his hand there on your neck. His mouth falls again to your chest, leaving light open-mouthed kisses over one breast and then the other, paying a little attention to each nipple.

You don’t move except to breathe. Each rise and fall of your chest beneath his lips, hitching when he stops to suck his mark on your skin, and finally you moan once more when Johnny enters you with his thick cock, teasing you at first by just dipping the tip inside you. Little shallow thrusts that are just torturous at this point and bring tears to your eyes.

“Please,” you beg. “Please, Johnny.”

Seonghwa’s fingers flex, tightening just the smallest amount on your throat. He shifts a bit, and now you feel him hard against your side, his erection rubbing against you, damp at the tip. You moan, try to reach down for him, but he pulls his hand from your throat and grabs both of your hands, holding them together in his grip on your belly.

Johnny fucks in deep then, Seonghwa kisses at your throat, shifting a little higher up the bed.

“Daddy. Johnny. Oh, fuck, please. Can I cum? I want to cum.” You feel it burning within you all this desire. All you need is for them to pay attention to your clit, to just pour their affection over you.

Johnny bends forward over you, but as you lift your head hoping to kiss him, Johnny twists to the side, and you turn to watch as he instead kisses Seonghwa. Their tongues flash between their lips, and when Johnny starts to pull away, you see Seongwha’s teeth catch at Johnny’s bottom lip, holding him there for a second longer before releasing when Johnny’s hand vanishes between Seonghwa’s legs.

Seonghwa spreads his legs and you look closer and realize that Johnny’s fingering him again. His cock twitches, leaking slowly against his belly.

Johnny thrusts into you at the same pace as he fingers Seonghwa. It’s almost enough to be totally infuriating because you want more, you want harder, you want to cum.

Tears burst into your eyes when you lift your hips and start trying to fuck yourself on Johnny, trying to get what you want.

Seonghwa’s hands on your wrists squeeze and Johnny presses his hand to your hip, trying to pin you down, but you desperately wiggle and buck your hips, crying out in such a bratty whine, “Let me cum. Just let me cum, please. Mmm, Johnny your cock just feels so good I’m so close, I want it. Please give it to me.”

“I so love hearing her beg like this,” Seonghwa groans, lifting his hips to grind on Johnny’s fingers. “Maybe we should let her cum though. She’s been a pretty good kitten for us. Maybe she deserves it.”

“Maybe.” Johnny shrugs. “But not just yet.”

This is cruel. Normally they’re the other way around. Seonghwa loves denying you your orgasm, Johnny just wants to give it to you. But not now.

Johnny stops his thrusts into you, instead leaning down and you watch with bated breath and teary eyes as he kisses Seonghwa’s hip and then takes his tip within his mouth. You just know that he’s curling his fingers inside your boyfriend at the way that Seonghwa’s eyes flutter shut and he makes such a low sound of pleasure. He rolls his hips up.

Johnny pushes lower, swallowing around Seonghwa’s length, still working his fingers inside him as he begins to blow him, bobbing his head in perfect accompaniment to his fingers.

But, so distracted as he is with pleasuring Seonghwa, you can’t take it any longer, and you squeeze your legs around Johnny’s hips and start lifting your hips, bucking up, trying to ride him while being held beneath him. Johnny shifts back on his knees in such a way that the next time you drive yourself down on him, he rubs just perfectly against your G-spot, and Seonghwa’s hold on your hands falls apart, so at last you plunge a hand down between your legs once more, and touch yourself, use your older boyfriend’s cock to get yourself off on while he pleasures Seonghwa.

Seonghwa thrusts shallowly between Johnny’s lips, fucking up into his mouth, then down onto his fingers.

He looks so sexy like this, face flushed, eyes heavy with lust, his lips parted and not holding in his heavy breathing or his moans. You let yours fall to match his, and Seonghwa looks at you, at what you’re doing, and the heat of his gaze on your body like this is what finally carries you into your orgasm.

The hot burst of it beneath your skin travels from your thighs to your toes, from your abdomen to your chest and down through your fingertips.

Johnny can’t help the movement of his hips as your orgasm has you clenching and fluttering, squeezing so delightfully around him.

You collapse back to the bed, but Johnny keeps going. Sucking off Seonghwa, fingering him, fucking you on his cock. You keep rubbing your clit as he goes, extending your pleasure, hoping to maybe get a second orgasm out of this.

It works. Johnny moans roughly around Seonghwa as he cums, his hips jolting against you, his cock jerking, filling the condom inside you, and his hand on your hip comes in between your legs and he rubs your clit, still thrusting while he’s hard until you cum again.

This one sends sparks across your vision, everything shimmering like the night sky for an instant, and when you see your surroundings again, you realize Johnny’s moaning again as he pushes himself down to Seonghwa’s balls. You feel so gross and sticky between your legs, especially as Johnny pulls out of you, but doesn’t move from between your legs, too dedicated to sucking off Seonghwa to move.

Seonghwa’s fingers knot in Johnny’s hair and he rocks up against his face, moaning and sighing and looking such a beautiful fucked out mess.

“I’m so close, John. Ah!” He cries.

Johnny pulls off Seonghwa, gagging and coughing. Seonghwa’s cum splatters his belly, cock twitching as he shoots his load, Johnny milking him for all he’s got but continuing to work his fingers against Seonghwa’s prostate.

Seonghwa’s barely finished, still panting and thighs twitching, his cock going soft in a puddle of his cum, when Johnny pulls away and asks, “Who wants to go again?”

“Yeah, no. I’m worn out.” Seonghwa drops his hand onto his belly. “And I’m a mess. I don’t want to move at all. Ever. Practice tomorrow is gonna be a bitch.”

You smile and try to laugh, reaching over and sliding a hand under Seonghwa’s arm until he lifts it enough that you can wrap both of your arms around it, cuddling up to him with your eyes sinking shut.

Johnny kisses your knee and then your thigh, trailing a few kisses lower towards your sensitive core. He just gets in one lick before you whine and squeeze your legs around his head.

“No,” you whine.

“Okay,” he says softy. He sits up, and closes your legs together, then moves off his bed. He looks down at the pair of you looking so satisfied and sleepy in his bed, both of you messy with sweat and cum. Johnny licks his lips and grimaces a little.

“We still have cake to eat. Don’t pass out on me yet.” Johnny backs away from the bed, heading away to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Seonghwa kisses your forehead as you settle more into his side. “You know I wasn’t really angry with you earlier, right?” He asks. You nod silently. Seonghwa says, “Are you good? With all of that? Johnny fucking me and all that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I really, really am good with that. I love you both, I want you to love each other in the same way.” You kiss his shoulder. “I just don’t want you to forget about me. I’m sorry if I act like a brat sometimes, I just need you both, I love you both, want you all the time. So sometimes when I don’t have your attention....”

“I know, sweetheart.” Seonghwa kisses your forehead again. “You’re needy, and we love that. Don’t worry about us forgetting about you, that’s never going to happen. While I do.... I love Johnny, but never forget that what brought me here is all this love for you. I know he’s the same.” He strokes your hair, his voice low and gentle, “When you were away and it was just the two of us, it just wasn’t the same. We need you here for us to work completely. And we talked about that, about how when it comes down to it, we’re both here for you more than for each other. He’s just an added benefit.”

You tilt your head to look up at his face, to see his eyes and read the truth in them. You’re still like that when Johnny returns, carrying the cake and some forks, the bottle of wine, a damp cloth to wipe you both down, and a toothbrush hangs from the corner of his mouth.

He sits the cake and the bottle on the bedside table, tosses the cloth onto Seonghwa’s stomach. “Clean up,” he says around his toothbrush.

Seonghwa does wipe at the cum on his belly, the lube between his legs, and then he sits up to prompt you to open your legs, to let him gently clean between them. He folds the cloth over to a somewhat cleaner section as he runs it over your belly and breasts. He’s careful as he cleans your throat, and then your face.

He kisses you once he’s done, and then he leaves you in the bed too.

Johnny’s been stood there this whole time watching, just brushing his teeth at the side of the bed, but when Seonghwa rises to his feet, they both leave for the bathroom again. Seonghwa comes back and steps into his underwear. He grabs your panties and a shirt from the floor and passes it to you as he sinks back down onto the bed.

Johnny returns with a fresh mouth and he also pulls his underwear and a hoodie on as he tumbles into the bed, dropping his head against your belly. Your hand falls to his hair, stroking it.

“Feed me?” He requests, opening his mouth and looking up at you.

Seonghwa leans over to bring the cake into the bed.

“This is a bad habit to get into, Mr. Suh,” you tell him, “You’d better not keep it up, because I don’t want crumbs in our bed.”

“And wasn’t it you earlier who said you didn’t want us eating in your bed?” Nevertheless, Seonghwa scoops up some of the cake on his fork and brings it down to feed your boyfriend. Johnny happily eats it, wiggling his feet as he chews, ignoring both of you. So Seonghwa gets a dab of icing on his fingers and swipes it once more on Johnny’s cheek, the same thing that set this whole evening in motion in the first place.

Johnny glares up at Seonghwa for a second, but when you laugh and lean down and lick it clean off his cheek, Johnny melts into a happy puddle again.

Devouring the cake is sweet. Later falling asleep between your two boys, half-drunk on the wine and the sugar, leaves you feeling soft and warm and fully and completely and irrevocably in love.

This is it, you think, as Johnny’s arm tightens around your waist, as Seonghwa snores softly (though he always denies it when you accuse him) with his head on the pillow right beside yours. This is it. This is everything you want from now until the end of time.

To be caught forever in this peaceful and perfect romance with your sweet Seonghwa and your honey Johnny.

[The End]

a/n: first and foremost I just want to say thank you to the anon for sending me the three prompts from the prompt list that inspired me to actually fully write this part 3, and I’m sorry that I changed one of them slightly, but I just felt like it would fit better that way. I hope you liked it still! Also sorry it took so long for me to write this.

also that last line... how do we feel about that? is it too cheesy? too gross? because after my final read through before posting this, I read it and was feeling very ehhh about it, but I’m leaving it.

I hope you enjoyed this final part of the Sweet Like Honey series! As usual if you enjoyed it, please like, reblog, and/or leave a nice comment! Sharing it is always appreciated, and leaving tags is also greatly appreciated!

#nct smut #ateez smut #johnny smut #seonghwa smut #johnhwa #johnny seo #park seonghwa

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pearlplusau · 4 years ago

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Pearlplusau Chapter 7 part 2 - Familiar?

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Another option -> heres a link to part 2 posted in AO3!

Since the kindergarten was in constant darkness, Amethyst has never seen anything so… bright before. The brightest shade of light she’s ever experienced other than the warppad was that one open area where the dark, gloomy clouds would be drifted away from that are. It was the only ray of sunshine she has ever experienced. She had touched the little, but weak sunray, and felt warmth all around her hand. It was so different than the usual cold air of the kindergarten, but in a good way. But now, she’s travelling in a warp pad with the beautiful giant lady beside her. The light of the warp pad may be as bright as the little ray of sunshine, but it didn’t give out the warmth she experienced. As for the travelling, she never though she would be leaving the place she called home, what’s worse, there was this small little cloud of regret hanging around her, telling her leaving was a very bad idea. But the pink lady looked so sure, so kind and confident of what she’s doing, taking this new gem away from her home? That’s not how she thinks, that’s honestly how amethyst felt, being taken away from her own home, and be willing to do so just because this lady said so! The pink lady announced to her one audience, “We’re almost there! Oh you’re gonna love it!” Amethyst involuntarily felt a surge of excitement, but she wasn’t actually excited, she should be more nervous than the feeling she’s having now… When they finally landed in the new location, it was apparently early morning as the sun was rising into the sky. They appeared to be in a cave, surrounded by water, brief stairs up and down, neatly placed tiles and a huge door behind her. Rose held out her hand to the new gem, “Come, let me show you around first.” And led Amethyst down the several stairs, slowly and carefully making their way out of the cave and into the white grains and sand. The texture felt weird to amethyst as she was used to the solid hard dirt and rocks scattered around. But here, there was not a lot of rocks, just a bunch of white, tiny looking pebbles and water splashing onto the shore. It was the first time Amethyst left the kindergarten, and she’s already feeling rather uneasy with all these… new experiences. The duo circled around the pre-beach city land, where dozens of flowers and plants bloomed in the midst. Rose ran ahead, beckoning the purple gem to come along. She twirled around within the beautiful flowers, throwing her arms all around, showing how much she loves the planet and its beauty. “These here are called Flowers, they are all their own individuals, but ultimately, it takes more than one flower to bloom into a huge patch like this!” Amethyst walked up to a flower and noticed how its…glowing with health? Her fascination on the unusually strong and glowing little plant life caught Rose’s attention. The big gem slyly admitted, “I may have…used some of my abilities to grow a few missing patches here and there-” she said as she turned in embarrassment, awkwardly stroking her tuffs of hair. “Plants like these may not live long, as from our observation, they only live at most for one season, but they are all so very much worth it!” When she turned back, she noticed Amethyst laying within the flowers, as if she found herself a flowerbed to lie down after all this time. She was moving her arms and legs as if shes making a snow angle from the flower patch- Rose found that to be a very fun idea indeed and joined the small gem as they basked in the giant flower patches, each making a “flower angle” to commemorate the first every joy they had together. SWISH SWISH SWISH HEHEHE The duo had their fun for a while, playing in the patches, showering each other with flower petals, and playing hide and seek. Tho, Rose was a lot easier to find with her big fluffy hair and figure, while amethyst was just the right size to become invisible and be one within the flower patches. After a few losses for Rose, she suggested they move on to something else. She gave out her hand to the little gem, who was covered in flower petals, and gently pulled her out of the patches.

“Come on, there’s something else I would like to show you.” She led Amethyst into a beautiful forest, dotted with freshly grown oaks and little saplings covered in dirt. Leaves were fluttering around the atmosphere while also gliding around the rays of sunlight that shone through the little gaps and fissures. The two gems stopped at a flowing river, where the fresh, clear water streamed Living creatures, mostly animals like butterflies, lions, but also the mentions of humans “They kinda look like us, except they don’t live longer than a century and theyre very, very fragile. Us gems are very different from humans, so if you ever meet one, you have to be extremely careful not to hurt them, even if you don’t mean to. Amethyst tried to get close, but Rose stopped her before she took another step closer. The small gem turned her head back to see Rose carrying a worried expression, “Maybe we should start with observing them before we interact with them, they’ve never seen you before, so maybe we should start slow, alright?” Before Amethyst could say anything, the human at the distance got up and disappeared into the forest. The small gem sighed; she was so excited to meet other new people! Rose reassured she’ll be able to meet them soon enough. “We’ll get to know them sometime in the future, come on, let’s head back to the temple and I’ll introduce you to the gems!! The two gems held hands and started strolling back to the temple. There’s no awkward chemistry between the two, as they projected a simple mother daughter relationship, or even a sibling relationship, where one of them energetically leaped around the larger figure, while the figure in the middle giggled at the little ball of energy circling her and constantly made her laugh with great joy and longed snickers! They reached the temple. Rose asked Amethyst to stay behind so she can surprise them. Just then, Garnet, Pearl and Coral warped back from their mission Pearl reporting what happened as Coral and Garnet added on their own little details “Oh Rose, you should’ve seen Garnet’s new gauntlet rockets and Coral’s amazing strike on that gem, with those two final blows, the gem monster was poofed in an instant! Coral chimed in, “Well, we would’ve been able to throw in the final blow without your brilliant, strategic idea! Your plan made all the difference!” Pearl blushed at the complement, “Why thank you Coral!” While the two pearls were getting along well, the fusion stood behind and gleamed at the stronger friendship between the two pearls, looking very proud of both of them. And judging from the grin, it was pretty clear to Rose that, the mission somehow got the three of them closer together. As Rose slowly shuffled around, being suspiciously quiet, the gems noticed a little figure hiding behind her white dress. Pearl was the first to spoke.

P: uh, Rose…what do you have there? The small gem hid behind Rose while a smoothy suddenly appeared on her hand. R: A smoothy

Coral, who kept her eyes on the new gem, asked, “What’s a smoothy?” Before Rose could answer the definition of the contraption in hand, Garnet interrupted by stating, “The smoothy is not something we should be concerned about right now…” while eyeing on the new, yet unexpected little gem. “Garnet’s right.” Pearl agreed, “Rose, please tell me you didn’t bought that…thing with you?” Amethyst decided to hide behind Rose completely after hearing that statement. Rose slowly turned and calmed her down before she said more. “Pearl, you should think before you say, otherwise someone might get their feelings hurt you know?” Rose suggested while holding on to the small, frightened gem. Pearl was a quick thinker, and it seemed that Rose took a liking to the little gem, which was rather typical of the leader. She’s a kind gem that wouldn’t take no for an answer after spending a certain amount of time with the object, Pearl of all gems should know better than to refuse whatever Rose brought in. Coral and Garnet turned to Pearl, who sighed in desperation, “Rose, may we know where and how did you find…her?” The big gem slowly, and abruptly responded, “I…uh, was taking a stroll in the kindergarten until I noticed her hiding in one of the holes! Yeap! That’s how it happened! Totally not moping around the places we hurt and trying to bring justice by destroying those that caused it! Haha…ha…” Rose, looking embarrassed, tried very hard not to do or say anything more. The three gems were trying their best to interpret her words as positive statements, but from their time together, they pretty much got the idea of how things went down exactly. Coral stood a step forward, “Rose, are you sure about this? She’s not like the other Amethyst gems we know. I mean, compared to the other quartz friends we had, she’s small, she can barely speak, and probably doesn’t know anything about being a gem!” Rose took that information and digested it for a short while before she came up with ideas to counter those issues. “She can learn! While I was talking to her, I noticed she repeat whatever I said, just in a different way to convey another message! As for not knowing what being a gem is about, that’s okay too! We can teach her without having her go through any of those Homeworld stuff, wouldn’t that be great!?” Rose was gleaming at the idea of a gem with no prior knowledge to how gems are “supposed” to be and allowing themselves to be whatever they want to be! Amethyst came out just a little bit from her hiding and repeated the last word she heard, “Great!” before scuttling back. Coral still doesn’t look convinced as she turned to the fusion, “Garnet, what do you think?” “Hmmmm…” Garnet made a look that could only mean one thing, she’s trying to see the little gem’s future. Future vision can be tricky, but it’s good to see what could potentially happen when we add in another factor into the equation. Her shades shone as the possibilities were carefully drafted and narrowed down to the most likely events. “In the futures where we accept her, I see her adapting to our lifestyle, but nothing much on how it’s going to end. There’s a possibility of her being a great asset to us, but there’s also the possibility of her being a greater liability than we could ever imagine.” “I like those odds!” Rose gleamed at the wide range of unpredictability. Coral didn’t want to rain on Rose’s parade or be a wet blanket seeing her being so happy. But she’s also not completely on board with this…new gem appearing out of nowhere. Pearl was the first to speak, “It’s always been just the four of us, I don’t know about having that unproperly developed gem into the team. It’s rather suspicious that she suddenly shows up at the kindergarten when that place has been shut down centuries ago! She might be a spy from homeworld for all we know! Or worse!” Coral gasped in horror and whispered, “Ohno…There’s something worse than spies!?” “Coral please,” Garnet reminded, “focus.” It was up to that point where Rose finally realized why the gems were not on board with the idea of adding a

new member. Homeworld was still a threat, they’re never safe if they keep including new people they don’t know. It’s only been some time since the blinding light turned all the gems on Earth into corrupted monsters. A lot of them were still out there, alone, confused, and most importantly, scared. Those gems were once powerful individuals that were indestructible, but now, they’re terrified gem monsters running around, fleeing from who knows what, not knowing what to do in their current state. But this Amethyst, the sweet, innocent, and lonely gem, won’t be facing that kind of terror any longer when she has us. Rose took one more look at Amethyst, who was trying her best to be unnoticed by the other gems, and was determined to take her in. “Now Crystal gems, don’t you see this is our only chance to have a gem untainted with the rules of Homeworld?” Rose started her topic with the recollection of the crystal gem origin. “Wasn’t that what we were fighting for? To be free of Homeworld’s rules and to live without a care? To preserve the life on Earth instead of taking it, and leaving nothing behind?” Rose continued, “The earth, the rebellion-” “Its more than just that! It’s also for love! The love for ourselves, and the love we have for each other! We never get to show our love anywhere except here! And right now, we have Amethyst who has been living in an abandoned kindergarten, and has probably never been loved through her entire existence! If we neglect her, we’re going against everything we’ve worked so hard for. Besides, she’s a newcomer who had never experienced the horrible tragedy of Homeworld. I mean, isn’t this a good thing we found her right before any homeworld gems did?” She didn’t wait for a response and proceeded, “We can teach her everything about the earth and the crystal gems. Coral! You can teach her what being a Crystal Gem is all about! Pearl! You could teach her about speech and physical formation! Garnet! You could teach her about our current missions or even gem fusion! I know she’s different from us, but she can handle this! With us keeping her safe, she won’t have to face any of those linear rules like staying within your duty, or being cast away as off colours when you don’t fit in with the others?” “She can be a free gem right from the start, without facing the trauma we had. What do you say?” Rose’s words were being very persuasive and all, but none of the gems seemed to budge towards the ideas from their dear leader. “Rose, please, still this is a risk to take. Risks that could potentially have an impact on our freedom and the earth!” Garnet spoke with a hint of fear, perhaps took a glance towards the possibilities of the future. Pearl and Coral, each holding an arm, both stayed silent, but ultimately agreed with the fusion. “Come on you guys, give her a chance, if you get to actually talk to her it might change your minds!” Rose turned around, but failed to see the small gem that was hiding behind her mere seconds ago. “Uh…Amethyst?” Rose called out, but heard no response, nor saw the small figure behind her anywhere. But all she saw were footprints leading back to the temple, and noticed the warp pad was just activated. Amethyst went back home.

(A/N: Heyyyy so this is the second part of the newest chapter. As you may have known, i was pretty busy with the end of the University studies and internship, so i kinda had my hands full to do anything like writing for fun!

Now, this is the end of part 2, where i tried to keep things a bit more interesting, but not too complicated that it would go on for more than 3 parts.

And again, sorry for the lack of visuals. Some of you might prefer reading with the images, and unfortunately, i currently do not have the motivation to be drawing, even if most of them would be tracing from screenshots of the show itself.

When the chapter gets done, i might be doing some of the screenshot edits and reblog them under the written chapters. So theres that to look forward to.

Anyways, thanks for reading and liking this story i wrote. It's not as glamorous and interesting as the previous chapters, but it's still something i consider worth venturing into.

Thanks again and see ya next time! Bye!)

#stevenuniverse #amethyst #rosequartz #amethystorigin #pearlplusau

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cockasinthebird · 4 years ago

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About a month ago, it was a certain someone’s birthday, and it took me that long to write this, BUT I would like to use the two weeks of being flagged as a perfectly valid excuse for no writing at all, thank you very much yes 😌

So, to dearest @jimhhawkins, You’ve already read some of this, but here’s all of it! The ending is not what I had in mind originally, but I am not in full control of where it goes; I simply follow the flow of the story and so... well, enjoy 💝

“Sometimes I just want to fucking punch you.”

“Then go ahead, pretty boy; hit me, if you dare.”

It’s been a few months since their “official meeting” at Tina’s party, and it is ardently clear to any one person that spends even a minute in the same room as these two, that what’s happening between them burns hotter than the sun, a blistering heat that can’t be extinguished, yet whether it’s hatred or passion is up for discussion.

Steve’s fist curls tighter. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Whatever is going on between them, both in public and in private, is painful - broken hearts and broken noses, things that they both crave for viciously, and when being friends is too dangerous, too close, a useless rivalry suddenly doesn’t sound that bad. At least it still brings them together.

Like now. The snow lies heavy on the grass surrounding the Harrington mansion, the dark woods shielding them from the rest of the world as they stand frozen here together, within reach, the tips of boots just touching.

Yes being friends would make everything too hard to conceal, the truth behind their anger would be too obvious then. So Steve dares.

And Billy laughs, bent slightly forward as red spatters across the white snow, like rose petals scattered to set the mood, and Billy is fucking laughing, maniacal and wild, as he whips up again to let the stream from his nose run uninterrupted down his lips, drip from his chin onto Steve’s winter boots.

“Better?” he grins.

The ache in Steve’s fist spreads till his hand feels restless, the urges of his heart upon seeing Billy bleed rushes down quick.

“Not yet,” his response a lurid groan of wanting, and with a hand strong at Billy’s neck, pulls him in to taste the coppery hatred, the sickly need.

Billy doesn’t punch back, doesn’t have a witty remark, doesn’t call Steve disgusting names for any of this. No, he lets his so-called rival do whatever the fuck he pleases; pulling their bodies flush, lapping up the blood, biting and pulling at his lips, grinding their growing lust together.

“God- shit, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Billy growls out with exposed canines, hungry, craving, as he grabs Steve by the jacket, pinning him against the BMW, grinding harder till denim starts to hurt.

It takes a few brutish thrusts together with Steve whining at the friction before he finds his voice again; “Get inside then.”

This isn’t the first time Billy’s been inside the Harrington’s home, and it definitely won’t be the last, but just like on any previous occasion, he doesn’t get to look around - no tour of the dozens of rooms, no offers of beer or food, no chance to stare at family photos that might or might not hang on the walls, all he knows of is the carpeted stairs going up, and the horrible plaid walls of Steve’s bedroom.

It’s neat and tidy as always, doesn’t really look lived in at all, more like a showroom of a model home than a teenage boy’s bedroom. At least the sheets are green now rather than blue, so that’s something.

Steve looks better in green anyways, Billy notes, as his pale, naked body lands on top of the covers, dark hair spread out on a pillow beneath, the moonlight caressing his dotted skin, perfectly highlighting the day old bruises that’s been bitten, kissed, punched, sucked across every inch of available flesh, leading in a clear and practiced pattern down to where he’s needy for attention the most.

As if they don’t have all the time in the world for this, Billy tears away his own clothes and nearly throws himself at Steve again, settling in firm between spread thighs. He kisses along the collarbone, tastes his prey’s heartbeat as he licks down his chest, nipping at oversensitive buds that haven’t had time to heal proper since last, and he can’t help but grin at the pained hiss that’s followed by a roll of hips - the leaky head of Steve’s full dick rubbing against Billy’s stomach.

“Fuck, Billy,” Steve moans with a fist in golden curls, pulling him down, demanding that he go further, oh so impatient to have those lips do what they do best.

And Billy doesn’t resist that, for as much as he loves teasing Steve till he’s on the verge of tears and begging, his own steely cock has been pulsating to the beat of his heart since Steve suckerpunched him outside.

He presses his nose deep into the wiry hair that leads from the navel to Steve’s long erection, inhaling his sweaty scent, musky and strong with just a hint of soap from the morning, to which it all escapes Billy again in a stuttering breath.

In this moment, nothing else in the world exists but the smell of Steve, the taste of Steve, the sound of Steve, as Billy lets out his tongue, wet and flat, to run up the length of his throbbing dick, base to tip, and the moans that echoes out as Billy closes his lips around the head to suck it clean of pre is like an angel’s choir to him, heavenly and desirous.

Legs tremble closed around his head, over his shoulders as he slowly sinks down, swallowing every single inch he can, gag reflex shot to hell by now from frequent use. He’d never dare admit this to anyone, especially Steve, but every day Billy thinks about choking to near death on Harrington’s cock, eager to feel it in his throat, hit against the back and leave him breathless and hoarse with a dull pain for hours to come. The weight, the taste, the touch. It might be the one thing that brings him the most shame in his life, but also the most joy.

By now he can go till his nose is buried in dark pubes, and stays there to revel in the constrictive feel of Steve’s head blocking out most air, pushing hard back against those hips that buck up, the hand in his crown keeping him down as Steve twitches in his mouth, and Billy can’t help but hum at that, enticing and deep.

“Mmh, fuck, Billy, you feel so good,” Steve moans out low, pulling at those golden curls to lift Billy up, just to push him down again.

Blue eyes vanish behind lids as they flutter closed. Billy relaxes, melts into the sheets, focuses on how the tip of Steve’s cock runs along his palate, past his uvula and into his throat where he swallows around the hard flesh.

Steve’s fingers slip loose, falling to choke the sheets beneath them, allowing Billy freedom to go faster, setting a sloppy pace, loud and obscene, spit running down his chin, his throat, a scene straight from top shelf porn if Billy were to brag about it, and the other guy can only concur - gasping out, calling Billy’s name over and over, mixed with curses of fuck and shit, occasionally praises of that feels amazing and a dozen yes’.

“I-I’m close, ah-” he moans out and lifts off of the bed, seeking more to bring him to bliss, making Billy gag at the movement - a sound that brings another deep groan out from above.

At that, Billy makes a sound that would have been of euphoria if it wasn’t muffled by a mouthful of cock, his own steely prick leaking where it’s caught between his stomach and the bed, each abusive little thrust into his mouth makes his body kick against the soft and expensive fabric.

He stills all movement as Steve bucks his hips again, fucking into Billy’s wet heat, whose eyes roll back, toes curling in a struggle to restrain himself from cumming all too soon, oh how easy he is under King Steve’s command.

And from many times before, he recognises the urgent breathing and rising volume of Steve’s elated cursing that comes with him emptying out into Billy’s throat, so deep in that not a single drop can be spilled, to which Billy gladly swallows everything that Steve offers him.

He hollows his cheeks as he moves off, gasping for air and he lets Steve’s flaccid cock slap wetly onto his stomach, who’s fighting for air all the same with an arm thrown over his face.

“We’re not done yet, princess,” Billy growls, kisses his way up abs, through the patch of chest hair, moving till his own lonesome dick rubs along Steve’s, making the brunette hiss and grab on to Billy’s shoulder, digging in fingers.

Steve bites into his lower lip, staring down at Billy as he keeps grinding them together, the soreness of being so oversensitive overshadowed by how lustful he remains.

“Y-You know where the- ah- the lube is,” he says with a wavering voice.

Billy doesn’t even have to look when he reaches for the drawer in the bedside table, proving just how often he’s done this- how often they have done this. His thumb runs along the lid of the tube, ready to flick it open any coming second, but he’s thriving - throbbing from the way Steve’s whining about the roll of his hips, how it’s just not enough, not what he brought him here for in the first place.

Then there’s a fist in his mullet, yanking him away from where he’s been sucking and biting on Steve’s neck, angling him up till their eyes meet.

“Are you gonna fuck me, or should I call somebody else?” he threatens with a frown, brows drawn together all serious.

But Billy is always up to challenge that.

“Oh yeah?” There’s no grin, no smile, just his tongue licking across his lips. “And who else would fuck you so readily?”

“I know Charles in algebra is willing to do my homework if he also gets to do me. Joe in Spanish is so eager to teach me all the right words, and he knows how to use his tongue. Or maybe Tommy Hagan, hmmm,” Steve hums in contemplation at that name, smiling because he knows what the thought of him and Tommy together does to Billy and his intense jealousy of Steve’s first guy. “It’s been a while since I let him fuck me good from behind.”

“I fucking hate you, Harrington,” Billy huffs out harsh with teeth bared, ready to bite and tear, convincing enough in his tone, but the way a jealous rage pulsates through him begs to differ.

“And what are you gonna do about that?” Steve tilts his head back, exposing his neck, daring Billy to do what he so clearly craves.

Then he’s gone, crawled away, and before Steve can even question it, he’s flipped onto his stomach, legs pushed apart by Billy’s own, now a fist in his dark hair where he’s pulled back with an all too loud moan.

“Ain’t nobody ever fucked you like I do,” Billy snarls directly into his ear.

He angles himself proper till his steely cock slick with pre-cum lands in the crevice of Steve’s cheeks. There he rocks his hips, all the way till his balls slap against Steve’s ass, then back till the tip tickles and teases to go between.

Steve breathes with elation, keening, both hands choking the life out of a pillow.

“If I ever find out you went back and fucked Hagan, I’ll beat the living crap out of him, got it?”

An ever so deeply satisfied moan and an obedient nod is all Steve can manage to respond with.

“Good. You’re mine now, and I don’t do well sharing my toys.”

The cap pops open, and Billy releases his hold on Steve to instead lube up his digits, guides the hand between them and down to mercilessly push the middle finger all the way in, making Steve’s back arch beautifully.

“F-fuck, Billy!” he calls out as his head lands heavy on the pillow, Billy’s thick finger driving in and out with fervor.

A devil’s worth of a grin cracks across Billy’s face as he listens to Steve’s moans. The lube gets tossed aside, the hand instead going down to wrap around Steve’s filling cock, making the oversensitive brunette practically cry out at the touch.

“Mmmm look at you,” he rumbles deep like a bassline, “I’ve barely even managed to swallow all of your cum and you’re hard again already.”

That one digit pushes in deep, curls at all the right spots, as is evident by the loud and abrupt, “A-ah! Shit, yes! There- God-” feeding into Billy’s self-confidence that already rests high above any other person’s ideal.

“Yeah, you like what I do to you?” He thrusts in a second finger, Steve fighting back his every sound, yet Billy feels his lust in the way he clenches and trembles around the two thick digits pumping in and out. “Mmmh, fuck you’re so tight - always such a good little hole for my big cock.”

Steve moans heavy into the pillow, trying not to sound as pliant and easy as he is in the hands of Billy - trying to keep some semblance of self-respect perhaps, keep up that wall that still separates them. But giving in with no inhibitions is so much easier.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” Billy breathes ragged and wanton as he adds a third finger, adoring the way Steve curses all muffled. “Fuck you into the mattress so hard you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”

At that promise, Billy feels pre leak onto his fingers, slicking up the motion he consistently strokes along Steve’s long erection.

And he chuckles like thunder behind immaculate pecs. “So wet for me, princess. You’re such an eager little whore.”

“I swear to God, Billy, if you’re not gonna fuck me instead of just talking about it, I’ll hit you again,” Steve speaks as he raises up on elbows, glancing behind to watch Billy’s self-satisfied grin falter, a storm brewing in his eyes, clouding the blue skies there.

Then the hand around his throbbing dick is gone, grabbing a fistful of hair instead and shoving his face back into the pillow. Billy pulls out his fingers again, smearing the excess lube all over his own veiny cock, palming at the head as he stares at Steve’s impatient ass clenching at nothing, waiting and waiting and waiting.

“Just when I start to tolerate you, you go being such a dipshit, Harrington.”

Billy strokes himself for longer than necessary, moaning with just a slight bit of exaggeration, egging Steve on, and if his frustrated sounds are anything to go off of, it’s working.

“You only barely make up for it by being such an easy lay.”

He brings the blunt head of his shaft to the hole he’s hungering for, running it up and down the puffy ring, listening to Steve whine for it.

“I just have to look at you and you’re hard.”

Pushes in, just the tip of it, just enough to have Steve let out a long sound of annoyance, a pleading little moan as he leans back, chasing the euphoric stretching of his body, but a firm hand on his ass keeps him at bay, as Billy pulls away just a bit, before dipping in again, like he’s testing the waters, grinning at the reaction he’s getting.

And Steve knows what he has to do for it, hates it, a clear blush spreading across his pale shoulders, washing down his back.

“Billy, Billy please,” he mewls, trying to struggle against the warm palm squeezing a cheek; not in an attempt to wrestle free, but to give Billy what he’s asking for, without so many words. “Please just fuck me, I-I need your cock so bad, so so bad, Billy.”

Billy could absolutely cum from just this - hearing Steve beg like a common whore, stroking his pained erection and giving nothing more than the tip to that willing hole. All he needs is to know he’s needed like this, and he’s finished, but the pleasure of unravelling King Steve this way…

With one brutish thrust, Billy sinks into Steve with such fervor that his knees slip on the bed, spreading him further till he lies flat on top of the covers, breathlessly stuttering out pleasure of being trapped beneath Billy’s forceful weight. Every little sound Steve makes is undeniably euphoric, and Billy stills all movement to enjoy how Steve’s body takes a chokehold on his fat cock, sucking him in like he’s been missed and waited for for years.

“That what you wanted?” Billy drawls out and leans down to bite at the shell of Steve’s ear, his dick twitching and pulsating deep inside, moving his hips to draw tight circles, making the other gasp and moan mindlessly.

Steve eventually manages a hopeless, “Y-yeah,” lying limp and filled and satisfied, when Billy angles his head; turning him enough to share a kiss, to pry lips apart with his tongue, to swallow the little whines that spills as he starts a shallow and agonizingly slow pace.

“Billy, ahh…” Steve whispers, tries to catch on to the rhythm, grinding himself against the covers; lube dripping from his hole mixes with his pre cum, wetting the fabric till it’s slippery and nice against his aching dick.

Then Billy raises off of him - keeps him caught against the mattress, a warm and heavy hand on his back like an anchor, fingers spread out between shoulder blades, the other reaching up to tangle fingers in dark, soft hair, pulling there just enough for Steve’s mouth to be forced open, enabling every lewd little noise escape, moaning and keening, begging.

He pulls all the way back till the head is barely inside still, revelling in the way every muscle clings to him with desperation, watches in the darkness how pale hands strangle a pillow, feels his body tense with irritation beneath his palm. The shift of it all is immediate when Billy pushes back in- shoves his steely cock to the base and out again, loving the perfected melody of skin slapping and Steve crying out loud with the pleasure that Billy gives him, pounds him, fucks him like he’d die if he didn’t.

“Fuck, Billy,” a pathetic, needy, elated whine.

When Billy’s hand lets go of dark locks, Steve’s head lands on the pillow, his body limp and unmoving as Billy uses him like he truly is no more than an expensive toy - a favorite toy. His toy.

“Shit that’s good, arrh-” Billy rasps out.

He rakes one hand down Steve’s skin, across the dimples at the small of his back, down till he grabs a soft cheek with a firm hand, squeezing and pulling it aside to grant him a perfect view of where he fervently thrusts into Steve’s hungering body.

“Come on, get up on your knees, Harrington,” he demands with a voice deep and thrilling, as he pulls out and inches away a bit to make room for how frantically Steve shuffles to get up on his knees, ass in the air, back arched, head turned to gaze back at Billy.

Who licks his lips before biting down as he dives back in with no warning, earning him a lascivious, shocked moan. He grabs on to Steve’s hips as he fucks him with a rapid pace, digging in his fingers till it should hurt, but anyone having the pleasure of listening to Steve like this knows he’s brimming with heat. The curses, the moans, the groans, the pleas - Billy whips his head back to lose himself in it all, an endless symphony of eroticism and animalistic urges and unadulterated wanting.

“B-Billy- Billy, I’m close, ahh-” Steve can barely manage coherent speech, “Please, touch me- fuck, Billy, please!”

Fuck if hearing Steve’s mindless begging doesn’t push at Billy’s insides, waves of lust running hot like lava on the edge of spilling out, but Billy grins all wicked and chuckles hoarsely.

“Nah pretty boy, you wanna cum again, you’re gonna cum untouched,” he growls and slams in harder to emphasise his unfair statement.

Steve dares to defy, bringing his own hand down, but seconds before he’d have been able to jerk himself to completion, Billy takes a punishing grip around his wrist.

“What did I just fucking say?” there’s barely even a hint of jesting to Billy’s tone at that. “Give me your other hand.”

With no hesitation, Steve does as demanded - angles his other arm behind to where Billy wraps his strong fingers around both wrists before pressing them against his back, Billy’s whole body weight on top of it, rendering Steve completely helpless.

Helpless, powerless, completely at Billy’s mercy, skin burning where he strangles his wrists, fingers digging into his hip, a perfectly orchestrated plight that ignites fireworks; a colorful barrage with tensing muscles and a wild cry as Steve cums, feet lifting off of the mattress with the curl of his toes, the release of it all ruining his sheets.

“Holy shit- fuck- Stevie-” Billy barks out rough as he pounds vigorously till his thighs and hips stings, Steve’s body like a vicegrip around his steely cock, burning hot, slick and velvety.

It takes no more than a few brutish thrusts for him to come undone, filling up Steve’s hungering hole with all that he is; an electric charge detonating in his gut that bends him over, sweaty locks falling around his stilled face like a curtain, his entire body pulsating and throbbing as he grinds his last bit of energy against Steve’s flushed ass.

As the world returns with the cooling of his body, all to be heard is both their labored breathing, ragged gasps and wet swallowing.

Billy kisses every mole across Steve’s upper back, shoulder to shoulder, grip softening around Steve’s wrists, but neither of them pulls away. His other hand rubs soothingly at where he’s been viciously holding on for dear life.

He doesn’t want to pull out, move away, end this. This… warm feeling, limp dick buried in Steve, something else buried in Billy’s soul, his mind knows what it is yet still fumbles to unlock it. With help, perhaps, it would see the light of day sooner, but that would require for him to find the courage to reach out.

And Billy always finds himself a coward in the wake of his heart.

With a sigh that hopefully sounds more tired and satisfied than dejected and hopeless, he lifts off of where he’s been resting his forehead between Steve’s shoulder blades-

When the soft and pale body beneath him twists around, Steve reaching out to cautiously grap Billy by the arm, a softness in his eyes where they meet through the darkness, and with flushed cheeks and battered breath, the request comes gingerly,

“Wait, don’t… don’t pull out yet.”

Perhaps even Billy’s heart stops with the rest of him.

“Can we… lie for a bit?”

Well that’s… something new, and the shock of it shows in the wrinkles of Billy’s brow. But when Steve gives his bicep a beckoning squeeze, gaze unwavering, Billy’s more afraid of saying no than yes.

#Harringrove #my writing #Jimhhawkins #lemon #happy belated birthday #happy ending #fluff #somewhat rough #jealousy mmmm #8 goddamn pages

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plxtokid · 4 years ago

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summer rain - zutara oneshot

Pairing: Zuko x Katara (Zutara)

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 1.6k

Prompt: “Try again.”

Author’s Note: Hello again! School has been kicking my ass recently but no homework today so I got to edit this oneshot which I’ve been neglecting for far too long (thank you @refulgentart for helping my dumbass edit ily). I don’t normally touch ATLA in terms of writing, but I saw this really rad piece of art by the amazing @elithien (which you can find here) that inspired me to try it out :) You can find the link for the ao3 version of this here (please go and throw some kudos at it if you’d like <3). Please enjoy!

requests open, notes appreciated :) thanks for sticking around!

Hand-to-hand combat was the fucking worst, and Zuko grinned knowing that was exactly what Katara was thinking. In retrospect, she knew it was so much easier to channel your energy into something like water, graceful, flowing, gentle yet powerful; than to use just the power available to you. In this case, the power available to her was her small, not particularly muscular limbs. Her thin fingers were not built to fight, just to dance with the water.

This is probably why Zuko looked like he was having such a good time. In the early twilight next to the small campfire they had set up, his body was one with the flickering of the shadows, tall and imposing as they wavered on the trunks of the tall evergreens. Fire was force. Fire was brutal and unforgiving and a promise; the eternal promise of power. There was a reason they were originally so opposed to each other- she went to sleep every night remembering that crystal cave, both of them bathed in the soft blue glow of the walls. As if it was just them, sitting at the bottom of a still ocean. The world was so vast, and they clung to each other the way snow stuck to her clothes. Despite everything that followed, she didn't think they ever let go. But she felt different now, Zuko had redeemed himself in every way that was available to him, and then every way that wasn't. She watched as he constantly sought out ways to make her life better. The last few years following the end of his father’s reign he spent rebuilding his country and fixing their friendship, both with a gentle hand the late Fire Lord Ozai was never capable of. The way he looked at her like he did after she told him about her mother, she saw it in his gaze every day.

“Katara, you okay?” She snapped out of whatever haze she was in, looking back at Zuko who relaxed his stance. They were practicing turning kicks, but all she could do was think about the way he looked at her. She let out a sharp breath in an attempt to snap herself out of whatever place her mind was at. This wasn't productive for either of them, she tried to push off her embarrassment, getting into stance.

“Sorry, I’m ready,” she stated firmly. He nodded with a small and forgiving smile and got into a defense stance.

“He never used to smile like that.” She kicked, turning her foot out as she raised her other leg up and swung forward towards his arms. She knew it was a bad one before she even followed through on the motion.

“Try again, this time use your right arm to propel you forward.” He gave her a small nod of encouragement and she tried again. This time her foot met its target, but still pretty sloppy. She was so used to being loose and open. This art of fighting was all tight and close, she wasn't familiar with being so close to herself. The arms guarding her chest missed the mindless dance of limbs and water, she felt more like a rock in a stream. He got out of stance and took a few steps toward her, positioning himself behind her. She tried not to react as he put one hand on her arm and another on her waist. His hands were similar to hers, fire and water both came from long, thin fingers. But his hands had seen battle, fire drew his calloused fingers and palms, yet he held her as if she was glass.

“Keep your shoulders down and your left arm close,” He pulled her arm closer in towards the two of them, blocking her chest area. “If you’re using your other arm to add force, be ready to bring it up-” he guided her arm up, “out,” as he pushed her arm out with his right hand, she could feel his breath on her ear, “and back towards you to protect yourself.” When he brought her arm back towards her chest, he paused. They lingered there for a moment. Stood with his hand on her waist and his other arm wrapped around her torso. She could have burst into Summer rain if he held her a second longer, but he let go, the heat of his hand on her arm and waist dissipated. She didn’t know if she wanted that feeling to stay. He took a few steps back and got into position.

“Try again.” His eyes never left hers. She nodded and gave him a small smile, and he looked as if he was trying not to smile back as she pushed all of her energy into her right side and kicked into his arms. The impact seemed to make a slight echo, the sound of their connection bounced off the trees and was lost in the ambiance of the grasshoppers and wind. But it was there, she still felt it in her core, whatever this feeling was.

Katara tried again. And she tried again. It may have been an hour of her kicking, Zuko giving feedback and her adjusting a little bit, hoping her muscles would remember this the way she could remember the water. Eventually when the night caught up to them, with shallow breath and tired muscles, the two sat against the fallen log that laid next to the fire as they ate. After eating in silence for a while, Katara paused. “How…” she trailed off. She didn’t understand how to phrase the question in a way that a fire bender would understand. He looked over at her with curious intent, and she almost could bear his gaze, she still felt the outline of his hand on her waist.

“How do you remember? With water, it’s how I grew up, how I lived, spoke, fought, loved-” she caught herself, realizing how far this question went. “Fire is all you know, it’s what you were taught, it’s the society you lived in, it shows in how you live and interact with people,” she looked over at him to see if he understood. He nodded, understanding and pushing her to continue. “When it is just fighting, with no elements involved, how do you remember something that hasn't been a part of you your whole life?” She looked over at him, but not in his eyes. She would do anything to avoid his eyes in that moment, an attempt to ignore the feeling of him studying her. But he nodded, and looked into the endless forest that surrounded them. She could see him thinking over the question, the way one evaluates a battle strategy. He nodded to himself and scooted over closer to her. She tried to ignore her heart, now banging on the front of her chest like a trapped animal.

“Knowing and feeling are different, you and I know that more than everyone,” she nodded, understanding but not knowing where he would lead his advice. “When you know something, it’s shallow. There might be effort, but it will always only be half of what you are capable of until you can feel it. It’s the same way you feel when you look back on memories, or think about someone you love or hate.” Zuko stopped and looked over at her, but wouldn’t look at her in the eyes. She knew the void expression, the eyes of someone who held the weight of death in their hands and should have let go of it long ago. The way a child in war only remembers the pain they caused because it was all they knew. That child was Zuko, and she tried to restrain herself, knowing he still blames himself for the death of her mother. “When you remember fighting, it isn’t like learning at school. Remember the kicks and the punches like they are a feeling, one that constantly fills you and follows you. It can be bad or good, but it’s a feeling that you can call on whenever, and it’ll be there for you.” She looked at him, taking in his words and their underlying emotions as he looked down at the forest floor, mindlessly weaving the grass between his fingers.

“I understand,” she said, almost but not quite a whisper, barely heard over the lull of the wind. She sat on his left side, towards his scar. To him, she knew it was painful. Katara saw where he drew his fight and his flame from. But she saw it differently. To her, his scar was a promise to be better, a promise to both of them she remembered every day. She leaned forward, tracing the bottom of the scar around his cheek. Almost to her surprise, she felt as he leaned into her touch, and she regretted the day she asked him to remove it, a reminder of how much they had grown since they were kids, stuck in a war that wasn't theirs to fight.

“Thank you,” she said, leaning forward and holding the other side of his face as she lightly kissed the area next to his eye. The smell of smoke and pine lingered around him, and she took as much of it in as she could. Her lips lingered, and the heat of his skin on her lips made her almost giddy. He smiled, his hand finding hers and giving it a small squeeze. The midnight sky glimmered through the trees, and Katara gazed up. The feeling of this, of now, forever imprinted in her.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zutara #zutara oneshot #prince zuko #katara #zuko x katara #zuko #atla zuko #atla oneshot #prompts #oneshot #author is a sucker for red x blue dynamics #one day i will write zukka

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morimakesfanart · 4 years ago

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Sindria's Prophet Ch07

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**stream of consciousness

**partial nudity

~POV shift~

The sun rose. It was the an important day for Balbadd. As exhausted and injured as everyone was from fighting, they couldn't put off making the new government.

With the crisis over, they had all been able to sleep comfortably, and eat better. Waking up to breakfast at the grand hotel was more than a welcome change after having to eat scraps with the fog troop. Of course there's nothing wrong with eating within one's means, but King Sinbad had developed his palette to be used to more refined things and he wanted to share.

The King had a variable feast of a breakfast be made. It would be thanks for everyone's hard work, and would help prepare them for all of the work they still had left to do. The hotel staff were instructed to tell everyone.

Calm waves announced the arrival of his comrades as they joined him for breakfast. Relief was on all of them. It was nice to see everyone relaxed.

Best of all was seeing Aladdin up and about again. He enjoyed the food as he shared in boisterous conversation with his friends.

They talked of the day's plans. Most of them were going to the palace to help with making the new government. Morgiana understood her limitations in that respect so would be helping give supplies to people in need.

Everyone ate their full, and headed out.

All of this should have been encouraging, but King Sinbad couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His Beautiful Prophet was missing.

"Ja'far, have you heard anything from Mori this morning?"

His General turned to him, "I guess I forgot to tell you. Lady Mori sent word that she wouldn't be able to join us. So I had some food sent to her room."

The King hummed at that. It was worrying, but she had said that they'd have plenty of time to talk soon.

If what Mori had said was true then she had been removed from her home by Fate. She must have been very confused. Mori had shown that she was able to push her own problems to the side in order to help with the Balbadd crisis. She would become a strong ally.

Now that she could actually take a break, she was most likely mourning the loss of her home. She said herself that she'd never be able to go back. If Mori didn't have a home or family then King Sinbad would fill that void for her just like he had for many others. He wanted to comfort her, but if the Prophet needed space then it was time for the head of the Seven Seas Alliance to do what he could for Balbadd.

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The magi, and prophet had came to Sinbad as if gifts from Fate, but it was up to him to convince them to stay with him.

Aladdin was currently focused on Alibaba so as long as Sinbad kept them both happy, he could prove his worth to the Magi. Helping Balbadd reestablish itself was 3 birds with one stone since he could also secure another dungeon capturer to his side, and honor his mentor as well.

And yet, even though he had already won her over, he found that he couldn't shake Mori from his thoughts on the walk to the palace.

Sinbad had felt the waves around her the first time they met, and they were only getting stronger. Mori had an amazing influence over the course of Fate. With her knowledge she could figure out exactly how to shift things in her favor and she could even feel the waves to get the perfect timing. He could feel the shift in the greater flow of the waves with every change. It was amazing. She was amazing.

Mori had agreed to become his prophet, but it clearly wasn't enough. Why else would he still be so focused on her? Sinbad would need to gain her true loyalty. She could help him reach his dream or sabotage him, and he might not even realize she had done it. There was no way Mori would do the later -he could feel it- but it wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

It was sad that she was ripped from her home, but it was obvious in the waves why Fate had moved her. She was here for him. Why else would he find her as soon as she arrived? Why else would there be no way for her to return home? She may not have given details yet, but Sinbad was certain that in order to prevent the 2 catastrophes she had mentioned, Mori would need his help. Fate was directing her right to him, and him right back at her.

Even without her prophecies, being able to read the waves of Fate was an amazing ability. One that only Sinbad had until now, so he knew better than anyone the potential that ability gave it's owner. Mori could also use magoi manipulation, and was clearly hiding other amazing secrets.

---

Being a King, Sinbad was given a room in the palace all to himself to work. It was a privilege he was grateful for; his thoughts kept wandering. It wouldn't look good to the other's if they caught him spacing out. He had plenty of practice disguising it from Ja'far's watchful eye.

He was stuck on something he had thought earlier. He'd referred to those two as gifts. It wasn't right for him to view them that way, but how else was he supposed to view Mori other than a gift from Fate? He could feel in the waves that she was going to live out the rest of her days in Sindria with him.

The prophet was clearly the type of woman that responded to him, so it shouldn't take much more to bring her fully to his side. It might be underhanded to flirt with Mori to gain her loyalty, but the King of Sindria would do whatever he needed for the future of his country and his dream. Even if he didn't want her -and he did- her knowledge was something he couldn't afford to let slip between his fingers.

Besides, Mori's reactions were very cute. She got embarrassed easily even when putting on a strong front, so he couldn't help but tease her -it was almost an obligation. He'd be doing the world a disservice if he didn't do everything in his power to make her as endearing as possible.

The way she had responded when their waves aligned was also endearing. She might not have said anything directly, but every time their waves flowed together she acted confidently and flirted back.

Never had he imagined he'd meet someone else who could read the waves of Fate. Mori was someone who could understand his experience -someone who he could talk to about the waves and Fate. It made him want her.

After her wonderful display in the lobby, he had wanted to try out that 'zipper' with his own hands. And when she finally agreed to be his Prophet in such a flirty way, Sinbad had gone for it even though the waves weren't on his side in that aspect. Mori may have turned him down, but she'd be in his bed some day. They had an obvious chemistry; it was only a matter of time.

He'd have plenty of opportunities in the future. Mori, herself, said they'd have more time to talk starting that afternoon.

For now he would focus on helping build this new Republic of Balbadd. He was already working on making the proper arrangements for the new Republic to officially become a part of the Seven Seas Alliance. That would help when he'd visit the Kou Empire as promised.

He couldn't help but wonder how that trip would go. Would he really be able to convince the Kou Emperor to back down? He could always ask his Beautiful Prophet later.

But Mori had avoided the first good breakfast he had been able to provide for her. He had wanted to see her expression when she finally got to eat delicious food. Why had she chosen to eat alone? Would she really be available to talk later like she promised?

She couldn't be avoiding him. He'd only made one pass at her to join him in his room. She didn't seem offended by it either. Surely, she was just resting.

She had gotten worried on his behalf so this current problem was only a hiccup. There was no way she was avoiding him. It wasn't like him to worry about such things -especially not when the waves were on his side- and he had other things he should be focused on.

The King adjusted his posture before pulling out the next document. Thinking about her all morning was distracting him from the work he could actually get done. He'd have time to solve that problem after he finished.

"Excuse me, sir." One of the palace guards was in the doorway talking to Ja'far. "There's a girl asking for an audience with King Sinbad. She said her name was 'Mori?'"

Looks like his thoughts weren't without reason after all. He was being guided by Fate.

The guard was told to bring her.

Then the General turned to his King, "Sin, I know you've been flirting with Mori to win her over, but don't push it. She only just agreed to become your vassal. She's read Fate. She might be able to see right throu-"

Sinbad laughed it off. "It'll be fine. You know you can trust me."

It took a few minutes for the guard to retrieve Mori. Sinbad heard her thank her guide before he actually saw her.

When Mori walked in she was wearing an outfit that Sinbad had never seen before; she was even wearing her hair differently. She wasn't showing off her legs which was a real shame. On the other hand, that neckline was very alluring. Seeing her in clothes he was more familiar with was a good feeling. He wondered what she would look like dressed in the fashion of his own country. King Sinbad made a mental note to buy his Prophet a new wardrobe as a welcome gift -she was going to be living the rest of her life in Sindria after all.

Sinbad stood to greet her but before he could make a move she asked, "So when are we leaving?" Mori had an air of excitement but was still a little nervous. The waves were swirling around her.

She looked cute so full of energy, but Sinbad had no idea what she was talking about. He started to cross the room from the desk while giving her the smile that won him hearts across the seven seas. "Good morning, MY Beautiful Prophet." Her blush was the best reward for his efforts. When he got close enough he reached for her hand. "It's a shame you weren't able to eat with-"

Ja'far raised his arm to separate them.

"Huh?"

"Sin, what did we just talk about?"

Ja'far was scolding him, but all Sinbad noticed was the look Mori was giving his General -like he was her hero. That wasn't right.

Mori touched Ja'far's arm tenderly. "I'm okay, Ja'far. I know exactly what type of man King Sinbad is since I've read Fate. I'd never take his flirting seriously." She said it with a smile, but her words stabbed at Sinbad's heart for some reason.

Ja'far lowered his arm and reconnected his hands in front of himself in his normal pose. "Then does that mean...?" Ja'far's obviously relief was growing.

Mori nodded, "I'm not some naïve teenager who would fall for a known womanizer."

How could she say that when she responded to his flirting in such adorable ways?

She placed one hand over her heart. "And I promise, if he does ever cross the line and upset me, I won't hold it against his citizens. The sins of a King are his own."

Ja'far looked on the verge of tears, "My lady, you are too generous."

Wasn't Ja'far against Mori yesterday morning? What was causing the sudden change? It was nice to see them finally getting along, but..

Sinbad tried to pulled her attention and change the subject. "Mori, you said something about leaving. For where exactly?"

"Sindria." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It was great that she was so enthusiastic to go, but there was so much yet to do in Balbadd. How could she think they'd be leaving already? Was this something in the fate she read?

She looked between them confused. "I know I told you the other day. Don't tell me you forgot??”

Ja'far asked for both of them, "What are you talking about?"

Mori's tone turned serious. "Two days ago I told you that a Kou fleet would be coming today."

She had said that. The hair on Sinbad's arms raised. With everything that had happened the day prior he had forgotten.

"With Balbadd in it's current state, you know this will be dangerous for any members of the old regime."

She was right.

There was shouting down the hall.

Mori sighed, "Looks like I took too long getting ready." She suddenly looked very tired.

---

They all stood at the port watching the fleet on the horizon.

"Why would they do this?" Alibaba was still too naïve.

King Sinbad explained, "They must have had their fleet dispatched here from the beginning. They wanted to take advantage of the uprising by forcing us into submission." Even without Mori's prophecy he should have been able to predict this after seeing how involved the Kou Empire was in Balbadd's down fall.

He could feel Mori watching. Her focus shifted to each person before they started talking. Was she reading the waves, or was this a part of the fate she read directly?

Alibaba turned to him, "Yeah but, the uprising was suppressed."

"Even so, it's not as if there's a new government yet." Ja'far stepped closer as he joined the conversation. "And if they insisted that Balbadd is currently without one, you couldn't disagree."

Mori was watching from behind the General. Her expression was blank. She glanced at Alibaba and then focused on Sinbad.

The young ex prince clenched his teeth in frustration.

"Alibaba." King Sinbad took it upon himself to help him. "You must make preparations to leave this country as soon as possible. The first thing the Kou are likely to do is take the entire Royal Family into custody." He continued to explain how the Kou Empire was most likely going to kill Alibaba and others as symbols or just take over completely.

It was a hard truth.

"No way... You're saying I should run away?? Abandoning this country and all it's citizens??"

One that Alibaba was clearly not ready to accept.

"That's right."

Alibaba starting ranting about his goals and dreams -everything he wanted for his home country. King Sinbad could understand him. He had wanted the same for Parthevia when he was young.

"I'm not running away." Alibaba reached for his broken metal vessel. "If they try to force me, then I'll just fight!" He drew that now useless knife and pointed it at the fleet.

Talking with him was going nowhere, and it was clear that it would take too long to get Alibaba to see reason. The best thing King Sinbad could do to keep him safe was to knock him out. He stepped forward and raised

his hand behind the teen.

But Alibaba was missing from his strike.

Mori had yanked Alibaba out of the way. The quick glance of eye contact made it clear that she knew exactly what King Sinbad was going to do. This was the moment she was watching for. She had to have read this as a part of Fate.

And then all of Mori's attention was on Alibaba. "Do you know who's leading that fleet? Because I do. It's Ren Kouen, master of three Djinn.” Her voice was strong and clear.

Sinbad couldn't see Alibaba's expression, but he could see him tense up. If it really was Ren Kouen that would mean trouble. Why had she stopped him? If he had knocked the boy out they'd be able to guarantee his safety. She wasn't acting against him, was she?

"I said I'll fight!” Alibaba restated his position.

"You haven't achieved full body Djinn Equip once and your metal vessel is broken!! How do you expect to fight him??"

Sinbad could see what she was trying to do, but how could she think she would succeed where he failed?

Alibaba went quiet and then started to turn towards Sinbad.

Mori continued before he could say anything. "Don't you dare ask King Sinbad for help in this. Do you want to start a war between Sindria and the Kou Empire? I thought you wanted to avoid meaningless blood shed."

Alibaba froze. She was forcing him to accept his actual abilities. If a person can't accept where they are then they will struggle to grow.

"You can't protect anyone if you're dead. I've read a future where you are able to help protect Balbadd and the world, but you have to leave now if you want a chance of realizing that future."

Alibaba was quiet, and after a few moments sheathed his sword. "Damnit!"

Mori stepped back and let Alibaba leave.

Aladdin followed after his friend. "Let's go tell Morg!”

"Yeah. Then I'll need to go pack everything." Alibaba sounded frustrated but he had accepted the situation.

Mori had gotten Alibaba to accept it. She hadn't gone against Sinbad; she filled the gap in his ability to solve this without violence.

The Prophet sighed, and turned to her King. "I knew you were going to try to knock him out, but I really hoped that you would try talking to him more instead." Mori bemoaned while massaging her temples. "Please learn that you don't have a right to bypass other people's consent."

Sinbad was definitely not ready to suddenly have his behavior critiqued.

Mori continued, "Whenever something doesn't work out the way you want, you always turn to violence or seduction. If you weren't so charismatic, powerful and lucky, you wouldn't have made it this far."

Ja'far piped up in agreement. "His rash behavior has caused countless headaches!”

"When is he going to start acting more like a king?" Mori responded back. It was almost word for word something Ja'far had said the day all of his metal vessels were stolen. Had she read that and mimicked Ja'far on purpose?

"That's it exactly!" Ja'far agreed with the Prophet.

It really was nice that they were getting along. But the way Mori smiled at Ja'far just didn't sit right with King Sinbad.

"Well, Mori," Sinbad tried to cut in nonchalantly, "with your help I'm sure I'll be able to avoid such situations in the future."

Both looked at him as if he had three heads. It was like they were saying with their eyes than nothing could 'cure' his behavior.

At least Mori was looking at him again.

There had to be something he could say to bring the mood back up. "Oh!" Sinbad realized what she had meant the previous day. "When you said we'd have plenty of time to talk, you meant while on the ship to Sindria."

She blinked and then realized what he was referencing. "Yes, that's exactly what I was saying!" Her smile was more than encouraging.

"So," she put one hand the strap of her bag, "when are we leaving?" and quoted herself from her entrance.

A normal person might have found it unsettling how Mori responded to things that hadn't happened yet. Sinbad wasn't normal; he was special. These moments where it was undeniable the that she could read the waves and fate were his favorites. They were encouraging that he had someone he could rely on to fill the gaps in his judgments, so he could make his dream a reality.

((I wish I had this done in time for Sinbad's bday (April 2) but I'll have to settle for having it out for mine (April 7).

I headcannon Sinbad as demi-aro or aro-flux So I doubt he'd be able to understand romantic feelings if he had them. This is basically an entire chapter of Sinbad attempting to use logic and Fate to excuse his feelings.))

#sindria's prophet #magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbad magi #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #fix-it fic #self indulgent

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