#mmm something curious there certainly

[gonzodangerfeels]

Ama zoe

Me: *sighs*

It's beautiful and weird on so many levels.

Get Round Tuit

[kanmom51]

Minimoni - album exchange - JM's Muse

Well my friends, this was certainly something.

I'm going to talk about somethings in this video that stood out to me, not necessarily in the order they came.

I must say, JM did surprise me. We got a level of candor from him we have never got before. And when I say candor I don't mean JM has not been truthful with us in the past, he has. But he is JM. In situations like these, the master of telling us it all without telling us anything.

When it came to Face JM talked. He told us how personal Face was to him. How he took all his pain and struggles and put it into these songs that also represent a progression in a chronological order ending with SMF pt. 2. He told us all that, and then at the same time left it so vague not going into any details. But it wasn't only the album he didn't talk much about, as we all know. And do we talk about Letter and how so very vague he was when it came to that song? The surprise, the "fan song", which he basically would not say more than two words about?

Funny how open and calm and relaxed JM is while talking about this song, eh? Not a hint of shyness. Not a glimmer of evasiveness. Just saying it loud and clear.

And very curious how for a man that was basically working on the two albums practically at the same time in his 2 mini albums he had 2 songs for the fans... Nope. Not curious at all. Because one of those songs was definitley not for the fans. Not like this one, which he tells us to think of as a letter... very funny when he has an actual song called Letter in Face. Only thing is that that Letter was not addressed to us AT ALL, while this one is!!!

You think his use of the word letter for Closer than this is a coincidence? Not thought out? Wrong once again. It's a conscious choice of a word !! One word that basically tells us EVERYTHING.

That was me kind of starting at the end. I just had to get it out of my system before getting into the nitty gritty of the rest.

Another thing we got from JM was just how easy it was for him to talk about JK in this 27 minute video.

First we get from him that JK was the first to hear the songs.

He tells RM that he is the first to listen to the Album though. Meaning, RM would be the first to listen to the songs in the order they are put on the album, as per his concept.

JM tells us later on in the video how he finished recording the songs early June 2023. And here he says that JK heard the songs back during their trip (in July 2023). The use of "since" makes me believe it is the July trip rather than the later one to Jeju. And telling RM he's the first to listen to the album means that JK got to hear them right after JM recorded them, not necessarily all at once, and not in the order they are heard on the album.

Then JM mentions the fact that they are going into the army together.

Now this one is curious to me.

This video was shot a day before JM was off to Hungary to shoot his MV. Mid November. What I find curious is him bringing it up like it was something that RM was not aware of...

It comes up as part of their conversation about JM's voice, how he is in the process of learning how to sing again, in a way that will not damage his voice.

Talking about that he says this:

RM steering him in the direction he wanted, which was the vocal tutors not JK... Lol.

This is clearly something the talk about a lot. And when I say they I mean JM and JK.

So JM talks about the vocal tutor and the things he has been doing to improve himself in that sense, and then this comes:

RM's reaction. "Oh right". So he knew. Which was understandable seeing that this was such a huge thing. Than why JM mentioning it? Well, probably explained by what comes next. But basically JM is telling RM, and us of course, that he is going to be practicing his singing with JK during their joint service. Yes haters. This is JM telling you that as much as you wish otherwise, the two of them are together right now, just doing their Jikook things when they can. And that includes, among many other things, having hours of conversation and practicing their singing.

So, here's what JM had to say:

Let's talk about this for a second here.

Complimenting JK, as he loves to.

Stating the obvious. JM confirming that they spend time together. This is throughout 2023 and while there were those that were once again, as part of the Jikook rollercoaster, claiming the two weren't actually close, not to mention together.

JM's use of wording. This is very important. And I don't even think this was intentional, as in something he was trying to tell us. I think this was just him saying things as they are and the use the different terms is because the situations are different. What am I talking about? JM talking about JK:

Talking about Suga:

When he talks about JK it's "when he and I are drinking together"... it's a regular occurrence. Not a once in a while. Using that term "when we are drinking..." as opposed to the term he uses with Suga "We had drinks with Suga..." 2 thinks we get here. 1st is the use of "having drinks", which implies a once in a while occurrence, and 2nd the use of "we" oh so very naturally. It's the two, together, going to meet Suga for drinks. And even then, Suga being the third wheel, was basically figuratively just thrown right out of their car, left by the road side, them continuing on their ride together, lol.

Love how when RM says "that's why you didn't invite me" JM says "It gets a little deep". Love it because he's basically saying that his conversations with JK are deep (he did say he loved his mind) but also he's kind of also saying what we already know and what he also continues to tell us when talking about them going for drinks with Suga, and that is that they are so deeply into each other that there is no room for another in their interaction/conversation.

JM talks about how they can go on for hours about music when drinking together. One more of the things they do when drinking together, spending those hours together. Yes, JM just also confirmed that they spend HOURS together. Something done regularly as per his wording. And just one more of the things we learnt they tend to do while drinking. Together.

Talking about music, singing, dancing.

Working out,

Giving or getting hickeys,

And having Ramyeon...

Moving on.

Let's talk about Muse and what JM tells us about it.

JM and RM filmed this just before JM left for Hungary to film his MV for Who, so mid November 2023. The convo about the choice of name was kind of telling. We basically find out that Muse was not yet set as the name for his album. He was really thinking of SGMB as the name, which really also shows us how much they were influenced by The Beatles Sgt. Peppers lonely heart club band album.

RM asks him if it's connected with Face and JM says not so much. He explains that Face was about him, his feelings, getting clarity, or if you want - of autobiographical nature, while Muse is more vague, or if you want - NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL!!!

There is no doubt in my mind that JM, who wrote these songs, used his own experiences and memories and emotions to write them (some he needed reminding of, lol), but at the end of the day from JM's explanation, the concept of Muse is not about himself and not about love. It's him expressing feelings through the universal language of love. We know that language, we understand crushing and attraction and love. And through those he was conveying how he feels about his work, his music, his performances.

Excited over something... not someone...

And JM goes on...

He tried to capture the emotions he was feeling as being like...

tracks one through five:

track six

In a sense, if we are looking at it from this aspect, then indeed, his muse could be that "she" represented in the song. Or, being the artist that he is, and keeping it all vague, it encompasses it all. Those very famous JM layers we see in his art. Through his writing and his concepts and performances and the MV and what it conveys to us.

But I do have to emphasise this: JM wrote the lyrics to Rebirth (a song he states he is his favourite), he took part in writing the lyrics to the other 5 songs (all other than Who). The songs are not autobiographical. That is clear. But as an artist the question is where he draws his inspiration for his lyrics from. We know RM can just make it as he goes, create from nothing, from an idea, from a book he read. JK on the other hand can't. This comes from JK himself. It's something he admitted he would love to learn, but he creates from his own trove of memories and experiences. Songs like Your eyes tell, Film out, not personal, and yet he draws lyrics from his own life experiences...

Does that mean that every single song he wrote is autobiographical? Hell no. It means that his expression comes from feelings and memories and experiences he had. We know JM wrote from his own trove for Face, and there are hints he did the same for Muse (without the autobiographic side of it).

Clarifying once again ... a conceptual album does not mean that the artist does not draw from his own life experiences, his feelings, while writing his songs. It means it's not autobiographical but at same time he might be feeding his own reality into those songs.

All this to say, once again, that even if a song is not about himself, when writing it he takes from his own life experiences and feelings. And that is how we end up with lines like this in Rebirth:

You are the light in my darkness Like the sunshine vibe

This whole interaction:

The shining sun line. Yes, the reference to the sun again. And we know who the sun is.

But there's more. It's how JM talks about the line. It's about him saying he asked for permission from Taeyang to use the line in his song, all while the only word from that line that has to do with Taeyung is Vibe. But even more so their reaction to that line. Both of them. And RM at the end...

And look who's peaking from the window... Lol.

*See comments for connection with Taeyang = sun.

Please tell me RM what is so very funny about that line "shining sun" that has you folding over in laughter???

When talking about writing Rebirth and how hard it was writing the lyrics to the song, he says:

RM's reaction though, lol.

That "Bro..."

The snicker.🤣🤣

JM couldn't remember the last time he had a crush. You know. That kind of heart wrenching one sided feeling towards another (well, you think it's one sided until you have the guts to explore it further).

I can actually help him with that one:

Go look at some good wholesome BTS content back in 2014 and 2015. That, my friend is JM crushing.

And that is also why Mr. leader had his little snicker.

So yeah JM, it was a very long time ago. Since then you discovered the crush was not unrequited, and you happen to be with that same person for what? 9 years or so?

And yet, RM's reaction. Again. Cause JM might have forgotten what it's like to have a crush for someone, but RM on his part, has not forgotten what it was like to have two members in the band he was leader of crushing over each other. That was the start of his nightmare as Jikook's babysitter, lmao.

So yes, very amusing indeed.🤣

At the end RM says he loved Muse better than Face, but Rebirth is his favorite and he loves that song more than the whole of Face. He even thinks that Muse as an album is a lot better than Face.

Couldn't help myself, had to end the post with this RM about JM:

"Such a good FRIENDSHIP!!!", screams someone in the barracks.

🤣🤣

[mylifesjustacarousel]

hook’s secret

pairing: james hook x gn!reader (requested!)

summary: you and hook are on a date, just like every other week, but something happens when you suggest that you two take a swim

type: fluff, then angst, then fluff again

CW: panic attack

WC: 1K

“I’m telling you, James, strawberries are way better than cherries. Here, try one.” you picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries that you had made, holding it up to his lips. The two of you were on a picnic, one of the many activities that you frequently did on your date nights. “I can’t believe you’ve never had a strawberry before, take a bite!”

He hesitated before taking a bite, his eyes instantly lighting up, “That’s what a strawberry tastes like? That’s delicious, darling.” He grabbed another strawberry, finishing it in the blink of an eye. “Slow down, love, I made those for us to share,” you teased. “If you kiss me, I’m sure that you can still taste them.” Hook puckered his lips, leaning in towards you. Rolling your eyes, you complied, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“What was that, y/n? Someone with no mouth could kiss longer than that!” he teased before leaning in with puckered lips again. You cupped his cheeks, “You are beyond annoying, James.” Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his. He relaxed into your touch, his hand sliding up to rest at the nape of your neck.

Once he pulled away, you fixed yourself, licking your bottom lip, “Mmm, chocolate.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you impossibly close. You laid your head against his shoulder, looking out at the water in front of you. It was peaceful out. With the stress of school and whatnot, it was nice to just sit and exist for a while.

Hook glanced down at you, leaning his head down to press a kiss to your forehead. No matter how rough and wicked he was to others, he treated you like you were the most important thing in the world, and that’s because you were the most important thing in the world to him. You were his everything, the reason he strived to try his best.

“I love you, darling,” he whispered in your ear, his hand gently squeezing your hip. You blushed, butterflies erupting in your stomach. The two of you had been together for a little over a year, but he still managed to make you swoon over and over again. The soft and caring touches, the loving pet names… he knew how to win your heart. Nothing else mattered when it was just you and him.

“I love you too, my captain. More than you’ll ever know,” You sat up, brushing his hair out of his face. The soft light from the sunset made him look even more even more handsome than you had ever thought imaginable. You were certainly lucky.

“Do I have chocolate on my face? You’ve been staring for an awfully long time,” Hook teased, pulling you so that you were sitting on his lap. Your face must’ve been as red as a scorching fire at that point. You nodded, kissing his cheek, “Yup, right there.”

“And right there,” you kissed the tip of his nose, then planted a sweet kiss on his lips, “Aaaand right there.”

“That’s a lot, are you sure that there isn’t any chocolate anywhere else?” James winked, earning a shove from you.

“Hey, why don’t we go for a swim?” you stood up, going over to the water, “It looks calm today.” Hook raised a brow, “Swim? Are you sure? It’s a little cold out. Why don’t we just stay over here?”

You turned to him, a puzzled look on your face. “It’s just a little water, James. Come with me,” you reached for his hand. He hesitated before standing up, walking over to the water.

Turning back to the water, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You walked over, curious as to what it was.

“James, come look, I think it’s a crocodile!” you exclaimed. It wasn’t too clear of a picture, but you could see two yellow eyes peaking out from the surface of the water.

When you heard no response, your head turned to look at him again. He was frozen in his place, his already pale skin turning even whiter. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. “James? James, what’s wrong?” you went over to him, shaking his shoulder.

His breaths got faster, the only word capable of coming out of his mouth was the word “no” and he felt like his feet had been cemented to the ground below him. He was shaking like a dog caught in a rain storm, and any words that you said to him sounded like jumbled mush that went in one ear and out the other. You wrapped your arms around him, gently moving him away from the edge of the water.

“Deep breaths, I’ve got you,” you whispered, one of your hands rubbing his back while the other took his hand. “You’ve got this, I’m right here.” His eyes darted over to yours, focused on them as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“That’s good, just look at me, James.”

After a minute or two, he had started taking deeper breaths, his forehead resting against yours. You just held him in your arms, trying to comfort him in any way that you could. You could ask questions later, but it was clear that he needed you in the moment.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered in such a quiet tone that you wouldn’t have been able to hear him had he not been right in front of you. “Shh shh, nothing to be sorry for. We can talk later, okay?”

You eventually brought Hook back to his room. You laid down on his bed while he laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest. He found your heartbeat to be calming, especially in times like these. After he was okay enough to talk to you, he had told you what had happened that made him have such a big reaction. You felt absolutely awful, and did nothing but apologize profusely until he begged you to stop apologizing.

Your hand ran through his hair, “I love you so much. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, alright?” He looked up at you, his eyes tired and threatening to close, “I love you too, darling. I’m sorry for not telling you about, y’know…”

“Shh, it’s okay, love. Now go to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

a/n: i absolutely love fluffy hook, it’s probably my most favorite thing to write ever. thank you for the request, i appreciate it!! <3

[captain-hawks]

problem solving

satoru gojo x f!reader — (mentions of kento nanami x f!reader & gojo x f!reader x nanami)

summary: your innocent suggestion that Nanami needs to get laid inspires a particular fantasy that Gojo just can't stop thinking about.

word count: 1.2k

content: NSFW, 18+, SMUT, established gojo x reader, oral sex (m!receiving), oral fixation, anal fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, a smidge of degradation and praise kink, gojo wants to be a cuck, some dom!gojo vibes [mentions of a threesome, double penetration in one hole, anal sex, double penetration in two holes]

“Nanami needs to fucking get laid,” you groan, tossing your keys down on the counter before dramatically flopping down onto the couch. 

The comfort of the well-worn cushions is a welcome embrace after a long evening out to dinner with your friends—which would normally be regarded as a fun activity, if it weren’t for the aforementioned man who’d shown up in what was quite possibly the worst mood you’ve ever seen him in (and that was saying something). 

Satoru chuckles as he settles down beside you, lifting up your ankles and placing them back down across his thighs as he fiddles with a loose string along the edge of your sock. “You know how he gets when he’s stuck working overtime at the office. They’ve had him staying late every night this week.”

Placing the back of your hand over your face, you glance over at your boyfriend through the gaps between your fingers. “Yeah, well they should be giving him overtime sex instead of overtime pay so he’s not such an insufferable dickhead about it.”

Dragging a hand through his soft, white locks of hair, Satoru sighs, “I don’t think that’s legal.”

You shrug, “Well, I’m two seconds from signing him up for a dating app against his will if that man doesn’t start making an effort to at least get his dick sucked. At minimum.”

—

You don’t think much of your flippant comments about Nanami’s sex life, or apparently lack thereof. 

But Satoru, on the other hand?

He has quite a few thoughts on the matter, especially as it pertains to the two of you. Thoughts that he decides would be best discussed while he’s balls deep in your mouth a few days later.

“I think you should fuck Nanami.”

You choke—not because you can’t handle the length of Satoru’s thick cock shoved down your throat, no, but because those were the last six words you were expecting to hear from him at this particular moment. 

“Ah—don’t stop,” he chides as you go to pull off of him, one hand gently resting at the back of your head.

You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow, but shrug as you continue to lap at his cock. 

A small grin peels across Satoru’s lips before he lets his head fall back on the pillows, moaning. “Mmm…okay. Right. So as I was saying, I think this is the perfect solution to our little problem.”

Toying with his balls, you let out a contemplative humming noise that has his shaft twitching between your lips. Satoru is anything but shy in the bedroom, and you’ve certainly mulled over the possibilities of spicing things up in one way or another. So it’s not like this proposition is entirely out of left field…but with Kento Nanami? Your friend?

“Oh…just like that,” he murmurs as you wetly suck on the head of his cock while pumping your fist down the spit-soaked length of it. “After what you said the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking you.”

Something warm curls in your gut at his words, and you subtly clench your thighs together as you offer him a curious noise, prompting him to continue while you make a mess of his throbbing, leaking dick. 

“You’d look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your wet little pussy, baby,” he breathes out, rolling his hips so his shaft slides deeper down your throat. “Wanna fill you up myself and then watch him fuck my cum back inside of you.”

You can’t help it, you fucking whimper at that, and you can feel your panties grow slick with the arousal that’s dripping out of you. 

Satoru caresses the side of your face as he begins to fuck your mouth, his voice rough as he begins to lose his composure, “Maybe I’ll let him come inside of you, too. See how much cum we can fit in that tight hole.”

You’re so dizzy with arousal, you hardly register when Satoru pulls his shaft from your mouth and puts you on all fours, pushing up your oversized tee to reveal your lace panties. Hooking a finger in them and tugging them aside, he groans when he feels how wet you are. 

“Please,” you whimper as he notches the head of his cock at your leaking entrance—both in response to the fantasy he’s offering and also a plea for him to fuck you right here and now.

Satoru obliges without hesitation, plunging into your waiting hole and engulfing his shaft in the greedy, wet heat of your cunt. The punishing stretch of his fat cock leaves you trembling, fingers digging tightly into the sheets as a line of drool unconsciously falls from your lips. 

“Maybe we’ll both fuck you,” he muses as he begins to rock his hips, his shaft deliciously stroking your sensitive inner walls with each deep thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, nearly collapsing at the mental image your brain readily supplies—Nanami and your boyfriend taking turns pumping their cocks inside of you. Your lips around Nanami’s dick while Satoru’s face is buried between your legs.

The near-impossible stretch of both of their dicks stuffed into your pussy at the same time.

Or—

“Maybe…we’ll fill both of your little holes up,” Satoru whispers as he folds his body over yours, nipping at the shell of your ear before placing two of his fingers over your lips.

You let your mouth drop open, eagerly beginning to suck on them, moaning and drooling around the digits as the ache between your thighs continues to grow. He removes the spit-soaked digits after a few moments and straightens, spreading your ass cheeks and swiping the pads of his fingers over the tight ring of muscle waiting there.

“Satoru,” you moan, arching your back and presenting your ass to him, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you in the process.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks as he massages your rim until there’s just enough give to slowly slip a finger into your ass. “You’d like being our little cock slut, letting me fuck you in the ass while you ride my best friend’s dick.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gasp against the pillow, a surging wave of pleasure coiling so tight in your gut you can hardly breathe. 

“Say it,” Satoru croons, your pussy wetly squelching as he ruts into you. 

You moan, legs beginning to tremble.

“Say it.”

“I want you and Nanami to fuck me,” you sob as he slips a second finger into your ass. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his free hand trailing around your hip, fingers beginning to toy with your aching clit.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm crashes over you, drenching your nerves in a flood of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Satoru’s hips snap forcefully into yours one last time, burying his cock in you to the hilt as he empties himself inside of you. 

You both collapse sideways onto the bed, too tired to bother cleaning up the hot cum leaking out of your cunt and down your thighs. Satoru pulls your back against his chest, idly stroking your shoulder as he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.

It’s only when you’re nearly asleep that he whispers, “I’m serious.”

— likes, comments, & reblogs are appreciated!

[apocalypse-shuffle]

TONY STARK | IRON MAN (616)

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“Office Time” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| Tony visits the reader at her office job. Just to hang out…no other reason.

| SFW, slice of life(?), nothing crazy happens they’re just talking, fluff

| Pic source: Tony Stark: Iron Man comics

| 2k+ words

Tony saunters into your office thirty minutes after finishing up with a business meeting in the area. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket, leaving him in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slacks, polished oxfords clacking on the vinyl as he travels down the office building’s nearly vacant hallways.

He knocks on your door while already walking himself in.

“Hey! It’s your boyfriend. Remember me?”

You glance at him briefly with a roll of your eyes but still flash him a smile before turning back to your monitor. The sleek black design was Stark Tech, gifted by himself, because no associate of his was working on anything less than the best. He can hear the tell tale signs of a conference call once he kicks the door closed behind him.

A small smirk eclipses his face at the sight of you and he edges his way across the room on silent feet. You toss him a curious glance but he waves you off. He’s got a hunch he plans on getting to the bottom of and he’s willing to risk your ire to do so. He thinks the reward will be greater than the risk in this case, though. Certainly more than his usual impulsive calls for excitement.

You only lightly startle when he plops down next to you on the floor behind your desk.

“So…” he starts, stretching out the word while settling comfortably beside your legs where they’re not fully under the desk.

“So?”

You hum and begin shuffling around with some papers. Tony feels like the file beneath your hands could knock Thor out; it's so thick.

“You know I love you, and all that good stuff. So, when I say this I'm really not trying to seem like the biggest jerk on the planet but, uh.” Tony scratches the back of his head as your eyes narrow at your screen. “Haha, okay. This is gonna be a little awkward, even for me, but did you get that package I sent you earlier?”

“Uh huh. It’s under my desk,” your face twitches funnily before you lick your lips. “It’s not secretly a…bomb…is it?”

You parse the question out tentatively and Tony blinks up at you.

“I would never do something so irresponsible.”

You squint, bright eyes still locked on whatever you’ve got running on the computer.

“Mmm, you kind of already have though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when the man smiles at you, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I see what you’re trying to do right now, and it won’t work.”

“Oh you do? Well that’s okay because I distinctly remember a certain Armored Avenger crashing into the side of this building a month ago.”

“I’ll have you know, I was thrown, actually.”

You give a little nod randomly to the screen before addressing him.

“Whatever,” you sniff. “I could’ve died.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, the world's shittiest boyfriend award goes to me. Thanks.”

He’s going for playful dismissiveness, but if the look you throw at him is any indication he missed by a mile and ended up firmly at the corner of much too needy and much too self deprecating.

“Don't punch down, it looks bad on you. You still ended up saving me.”

“I don’t think the good deed counts if I caused the problem in the first place.”

“In this case we'll make an exception,” you frown at whatever’s on your screen but Tony doesn’t really know what to do at your reassurance. Eventually you fill the silence the room descends into.

“You’re good, though? Not slowly dying from some weird alien goo or anything?”

In a bid to dismiss your clear worry Tony waves his hand, “I’m fine, really. Just was in the area…Wanted to see you,” he shrugs. “Make sure you haven't opened that box.”

Tony gives himself a good chuckle before realizing the room’s other occupant isn’t laughing. His head whips to the side and his eyes widen. You’re cringing.

“Oh shit! You did? Honey...I...uh…” he trails off as you turn off your camera and slowly turn to him. Your face is pinched in guilt and embarrassment, and would you look at that, Tony feels like shit now.

“Hold on, Y/n, I’m not upset about it, just shocked I’m apparently rubbing off on you this much, and embarrassed.”

Your shoulders drop and you tap your manicured nails in succession once before your grimace turns into a soft smile.

You let out a small chuckle, “What’s so wrong with the gift you’d be embarrassed about it?”

“It’s just…uh…” he looks up at you and you smile.

“Proof that you care?”

He waves his hands around.

“No! I mean, yea- it just wasn’t supposed to come today.”

You nod sagely and place the gift, a beautifully crafted gold band set, gently atop your folder of doom.

“What exactly do you…think about them, though?”

Tony watches avidly as you chew on your lip for a moment.

He didn’t think after all you’d been through this would be the catalyst for you breaking up with him, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint you either.

It didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot and could go toe to toe with Tony’s own brand of witt.

Neither of you take your eyes off the other as you suddenly push your chair back so you’re facing him. The moment you kick off one of your heels your boyfriend’s gaze locks on your bare foot. Tony’s breath hitches as you lift the fullness of your right leg up in front of his face. You slip the golden garter from your toes up to settle at the middle of your thigh, delighting in the way the hero tracks its trajectory.

Sliding the two thin gold cuffs up to your left forearm elicits the same amount of infatuation. After you finish putting on his gifts you meet his eyes and can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Is that answer enough for you?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love them, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony stares up at you, goofy grin taking over his face before he shifts to physically pat himself on the back. You laugh at him and turn back to your computer.

“Alright, yeah! Good on me. Best boyfriend of the year award firmly secured!”

You give him a little subdued upturn of your lips while flicking back on your camera. The meeting you’re in is still droning on without you.

“I won’t disagree with you, Tee,” you smirk. “Though that is a completely made up award.”

He squawks at your accusation, never mind that it was true.

You pay no further mind to his outburst except to shush him as you begin once again listening to what sounded like your team lead giving you all a hell of a talking to.

He takes to idly fiddling with his emergency screwdriver and the landline that was on your desk for the half hour it takes for your meeting to wrap up. He finds and disables a S.H.I.E.L.D tracker, two of Fury’s information gathering bugs, and one of his listening devices that was thankfully not transmitting -goddamn paranoid asshole- within the first twenty minutes.

Each time he finds something, identifies it and takes it apart, he shows it to you and by the time he’s fished out the last “addition” you look heavily irritated.

“Alright, yes, thank you for letting me listen in Ma’am…Mhm…Goodbye to you as well,” you say before logging off.

You turn to Tony, still cross legged on the floor, and your face goes from mildly irritated to furious in seconds.

“What the hell?”

Tony scowls at the ruined tech, “What the hell, indeed. Why would the General be tracking you?”

You shake your head.

“I work a desk job,” you say deadpan. “So it can’t be that, but I'd bet a lot that someone found out about us.”

“I want in on that bet,” Tony jokes lowly, dropping the ruined pieces of S.H.I.E.L.D tech into his pocket.

You rub at your forehead and Tony makes a soft noise before getting up on his knees and grabbing the hand that’s in your lap. He squeezes it softly.

“Don’t stress yourself out, I'll deal with it, okay? No one messes with my woman and gets away with it.”

You return the soft hold and snort as y’all lock eyes. Tony smirks and kisses the hand in his grasp. You smile softly down at him, bracing your elbow on the desk and leaning your head on your free fist.

“Your woman, huh?”

He can tell you’re putting on a brave face by how quickly your laughter fades after that. How fast your expression and tone goes from playful to something duller, and he knows he’s going to try and cheer you up before he even comes up with an actual plan.

“Yup.”

He winks at you, signature smirk softened around the edges, and you scoff while flicking his nose.

“Oh? Does that make you ‘my man’ then?”

“You’re damn right it does.”

You both let out quiet laughs while holding each other’s gazes. Dark lashes brush against brown skin when you blink and your eyes go half lidded, thumb running over his knuckles. It’s enough to make a grown man blush honestly.

Tony loves when the combined energy between you both sparks like this. It makes his body tingle in a way it never has with any of his past partners.

Sunset used to make him warm all over but it was never a good kind of warm, she used to make him feel lacking with nothing but pretty words and a flutter of her lashes. Tiberius didn’t make him feel like anything less than the shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rumiko was like spring, blooming flowers and soft grass, but her dad had ripped her away the second he found out she was seeing a Stark so he’d never gotten to feel how they sparked. Janet made him want to dance and sing, her heat was like kinetic energy on a dance floor, but he was never a physical activity type of guy and she’d needed Hank more than him so their spark had fizzled out. Pepper and him had had a good run but in the end they hadn’t been what the other needed, but she was much more content with Happy anyway.

But you?

You made him calm like fall. All cool gusts of air and falling leaves when you looked at him during your rare moments of stillness together. Moments that made him want to fall into that pile of leaves and never come out. You pull him in like the world would stop revolving without you.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You sigh against his mouth, hand moving to tilt his chin up more securely. He leans up to meet you halfway and you lean down to close the gap without a second thought. You and Tony devour each other slowly. You taste like coffee, like fall, and he’s desperate for it.

When you break apart neither of you are out of breath but he’s sure his eyes are just as dilated as yours. You’re only a hair's width apart as you breathe each other's air and he maps the intricacies of your face.

His eyes light up as he gets an idea.

“How bout’,” he pecks you on the lips before pulling back. “I cheer you up.”

“How so?” you ask, the smile you give him is wistful but the brown of your dark eyes twinkle.

Tony shivers. Your eyes only take on that mischievous sparkle when you’re planning or when you smell blood in the water and have somebody pegged. Tony usually likes the outcome of either of those.

There’s a twist to that usual assessing stare right now though.

You’re looking at Tony in the way Tony’s decided is reserved only for him. His stomach flutters. He’s not a particularly observant guy when it comes to normal people’s (ie: people that aren’t trying to kill him, use his money for villainy, or are who he fights beside) social cues, he accepted that years ago, but even he could tell that you were soft on him.

He throws you a heated look before adjusting his position on the carpet and moving down. He coaxes your legs apart with gentle touches before leaning in to plant a kiss on the soft inside of your thigh.

“I think I can come up with something,” he murmurs.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is not all canonical (obviously). Also mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[cuffmeinblack]

Proposition (v1)

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader x Garreth Weasley

[m!reader version here]

18+, Smut, 4.3k words

Garreth Weasley was well and truly spoken for, by none other than the gorgeous Ominis Gaunt—a worthy recipient of the Gryffindor's affections, but it stung nevertheless. You'd always got along well with Garreth—conversation was easy, silences (the few that happened) were comfortable. The flirting had always been reciprocated, of that you were sure, and interestingly hadn't stopped despite his entanglement with the blond Slytherin.

Whilst you spent less time with him these days, you tended to have Garreth all to yourself during your shared Herbology lessons and the evenings when Ominis found himself occupied with his own best friend. The Gryffindor common room was a cosy sanctuary for you, and the place you first met the self-professed potions prodigy. It continued to be the place where you relaxed after the stresses of exam preparation, and whiled away the hours in the company of your favourite redhead.

He was so easy to be around, and ever so easy on the eye. As was Ominis—they made quite the striking pair, and you liked Ominis very much. Your proximity to Garreth meant you'd spent more and more time in his company over the past few months. He had a wry sense of humour you enjoyed and was exceptionally kind to your best friend.

However, he'd barely spoken to you outside of the company of Garreth, so when you found him waiting for you after your Quidditch practice, your mind immediately started assuming the worst. 

He was leaning against the stands, twirling his wand and looking somewhat distracted, which stopped you in your tracks.

"Ominis? Everything okay?" you asked, clutching your broom tightly.

"Ah, yes," he replied with a faraway smile, "I wondered if you might accompany me back to the castle? I have a…proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you asked curiously.

"Mmm, of a rather sensitive nature. I'm aware of how attracted Garreth is to you."

Your mouth fell open, completely dumbstruck by the admission. You'd always suspected, of course, but for it to be so bluntly spoken by his own partner had you unable to mutter a reply.

"I assume the feeling is mutual?" he continued.

"Oh, well, yes. Of course, I'd never interfere with your relationship if that's what this is about."

Ominis chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand me. I'm asking if you'd like to join us."

"Join…you?"

"In the bedchamber."

You inhaled sharply as you watched him, his face giving absolutely nothing away. His expression had returned to one of complete seriousness, and Ominis didn't seem the type to jest about something like this.

"Of course I would say yes, if the invitation was genuine."

"Oh yes, very genuine."

"What's in it for you?"

Ominis came to a stop in the courtyard to face you, his head tilted as he considered the question.

"I enjoy how worked up Garreth gets around you," Ominis replied with a smirk, stepping forward. "I'm quite curious myself."

The back of Ominis' fingers glided over your cheek with a featherlight touch, leaving you weak at the knees as you lost your frantic thoughts in his cloudy blue eyes.

"So, will you?" he prompted.

"Yes. Yes, of course," you muttered quietly, almost a whimper as his hand drifted along your jaw.

"We'll be seeing you, then. I look forward to it," he said, withdrawing his hand and turning to leave.

You were left standing alone in the courtyard feeling dazed, like you'd just been offered the forbidden fruit by a very enticing snake. There was no doubt in your mind that you'd take it, and relish every second.

-

The evening after the strange encounter, you found yourself curled up by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, your head resting in Garreth's lap as it often did and his hands idly stroking your hair. It wasn't usually anything more than a comforting gesture bestowed upon a friend, but your conversation with Ominis had certainly thrown it into a new light. 

You were now painfully aware of every one of Garreth's reactions to you—his every blush at your flirtatious remarks, his lingering gaze that followed you and scanned your body as you lay on the sofa. The fact that your head was now situated in his lap, right next to his…well…with any luck, you'd be exploring that part of him later that evening, something which filled you with nervous anticipation, but more so, giddy excitement.

You'd not actually spoken about the proposition other than setting a time and place (the Room of Requirement, of course)—rather, you'd spent your evening in much the same way as you usually would have, except now there was an almost unbearable tension between you. You were inexorably drawn towards him, and your closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by your housemates who gave you curious glances and raised eyebrows.

"Should we go and meet Ominis?" you said, looking up at Garreth, who ceased his gentle stroking.

He nodded and swallowed thickly as you sat up, fixing your hair. It wasn't like Garreth to be so quiet, but he was completely attentive to you, following your every move. You couldn't resist biting your lower lip, his gaze falling to your mouth—he wanted you, that much was clear by the way his eyes dragged lazily back to meet yours, glittering and full of fire.

Exiting the common room through the awkwardly small hole in the wall, you walked together to the Room of Requirement situated up several flights of steep steps in the astronomy wing. Ominis was already waiting for you as you arrived, casually leaning against the wall, looking as if he was waiting for nothing more interesting than Charms class.

“Hello, you,” Garreth said, crossing the hallway to Ominis.

Ominis made a peaceful hum in his throat and smiled as he pushed off of the wall and Garreth slid a hand around his waist to greet him with a tender kiss.

“Good evening,” he greeted.

Garreth glanced at the blank wall, then back at you, waiting.

"You want me to call the room?" you asked.

"Well, you know it best. And…you know what we need."

You nodded, muttering an agreement before you started pacing the corridor, picturing the layout of the room in your mind. You needed…complete privacy, obviously. Comfort. A large bed. Soft lighting. The romantic image flooded your thoughts and the door shimmered into existence in front of you, the ornate detailing snaking through the brickwork. 

Ominis was the first to approach, with no hesitation he pushed open the door and you followed behind him, with Garreth at your heels. 

"I hope this is okay," you said, blushing furiously.

Ominis ran his hand over the plush bedspread and smiled as Garreth gazed around the large bedroom, his eyes eventually falling on Ominis' as he approached.

"Well, no time like the present, hm?" Ominis said, snaking a hand around Garreth's neck and pressing their lips together.

Garreth was caught off guard but sank into the kiss quickly, his head tilting with a soft moan, his hands pulling Ominis closer.

You'd seen them kiss before, of course, but the raw passion they displayed in front of you now was deeply arousing. Gone were the chaste kisses they exchanged in the school corridors, now their bodies pressed together with not a sliver between them. 

Ominis' hands were already busy undressing Garreth, who seemed preoccupied with messing up Ominis' hair as much as possible as they shared the deepening kiss. You weren't quite sure what to do with yourself until Ominis held out a hand towards you.

"Don't be shy, you're not just here to watch, I hope," he teased.

With a deep breath, you took his hand as Garreth watched you approach, now bare-chested and flushed. His broad shoulders and chest were smattered with hundreds of freckles just like his face, and you licked your lips as your eyes ran over him unashamedly.

Ominis guided you next to him, his delicate hand wrapping around your neck, tracing your jaw to find your moistened lips. With a smile, he leaned in to meet them with his own, kissing you gently. 

You'd not thought about what it would be like to kiss Ominis nearly as much as you'd fantasised about Garreth, but you were by no means disappointed. His lips were soft and inviting, his kisses gentle but exciting—your stomach flipped as he flicked his tongue over your lower lip, seeking entrance into your mouth.

You tilted your head and parted your lips, meeting his tongue with a soft moan as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His attention was now completely on you, apparently eager to undress you—whether for his own or Garreth's benefit, you weren't sure, and didn't much care. 

You sneaked a look over at Garreth, your lips breaking from Ominis who began attacking your neck instead as your shirt fell to the floor. 

Garreth was watching you both, his breathing heavy as his fingers traced the growing bulge in his trousers. You let out a whimper at the sight of him and he took it as an invitation. His warm hands were suddenly all over you, in your hair and massaging your exposed breast as his lips met yours with a fierce hunger.

Ominis had made his way round behind you and was working to rid you of your underwear, his slender fingers teasing the fabric off of you. You moaned into Garreth's mouth as they slid down your legs to the floor, Ominis wasting no time in reaching around to replace them with his hand. 

Teasing his fingers through your folds, he coated his digits in your arousal, drawing them back to your sensitive nub.

"Mmmph, you're soaking, darling," he whispered.

You squealed from the gentle pressure as he stroked the area before beginning to steadily circle your clit. The relief was instantaneous—you hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you were until Ominis had started to unravel the tension with his delicate touch. 

The kisses you exchanged with Garreth grew sloppier, heated and tongue-heavy as your moans filled each other's mouths. You worked to release his straining erection from his trousers as Ominis' own hard length pressed into your behind, your hips instinctively shifting backwards to tease him.

As Garreth pulled his trousers down, his cock finally sprang free and you chanced a glance down, whimpering as you set eyes on him. His hand on your breast grabbed hungrily as you placed a firm grip on his length, your fingers nowhere close to touching as they wrapped around his girth. Your head was dizzy with desire, wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth to taste him.

“Oh, Garreth,” you whimpered.

Ominis nibbled the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and causing a jerk of your hand. Garreth groaned as you squeezed his length, his fingers digging painfully into your behind as you spread his sticky precum over his head, dragging your fingers down his length before starting a slow and steady rhythm that matched the one Ominis was currently playing between your legs.

Ominis had released his own erection from the confines of his trousers, gently thrusting against your bare behind, seeking that friction by gliding between your cheeks. You felt his sticky precum leaking onto your back, and the image made you salivate, eager to find out how Ominis looked underneath those immaculate clothes.

You could feel yourself approaching your climax as Ominis’ fingers continued their steady pace and Garreth’s fingers teased your stiff nipple. You were drowning in pleasure from all angles, unable to take in any individual sensation.

Lips and hands were on your skin, building your orgasm with almost practiced ease. Moans, gasps, sighs and groans filled the air like the swell of a beautiful chorus. The scents surrounding you; musk, tea, cinders and something distinctly sweet, mixed with sweat and arousal, created a heady and intoxicating assault on your sense of smell.

Your head fell back onto Ominis’ shoulder as you were overwhelmed, barely able to hold your weight up—your legs began to shake as you watched Garreth with hazy eyes.

Garreth's eyes flicked from you to Ominis, seemingly torn by the choice. With a lick of his lips, he leaned his torso forward and reached behind you, pulling Ominis into a deep kiss. Their faces were almost pressed against yours as you were sandwiched between their warm bodies and you whined at the sight, pumping Garreth’s cock faster in reaction.

"Hah- oh, fuck," Garreth moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

"Come for me and you can put Garreth out of his misery," Ominis whispered in your ear, his slender fingers continuing to work miracles around your sensitive nub.

His melodic voice sent a shiver down your neck, settling in your abdomen where the pool of tension finally exploded. You moaned loudly without inhibition as you met your release, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your weakened body. Ominis continued circling his fingers as you squirmed and rocked your hips against his hand, desperately wishing it would never end.

Garreth was watching you with parted lips and an intense gaze as your hand around him faltered and he pulled your wrist to guide you away, instead pressing his lips to yours as the blissful pulses slowly ebbed away.

Ominis met your moans with his own soft sighs and his fingers slowed and eventually stilled as you came down off your high. His hand retreated to your hip, holding you tightly as his cock continued thrusting against you gently, his lips grazing your neck.

"That was amazing," you gasped, your head swimming.

Ominis grabbed the flesh of your behind and gave a final hard push against you before releasing his grip and stepping back with a sigh.

"I think she's ready for you, my love," Ominis said.

Garreth had already shed the remainder of his clothes and fallen back onto the bed, frantically scrambling into the centre.

"Come here, I need to feel you."

You stared at him as he waited for you, your mouth agape. His skin was flushed, chest heaving and cock twitching with desire. This is what you'd thought about for so long, wasn't it? Granted, it hadn't involved Ominis but you absolutely weren't complaining about the addition of the assertive blond Slytherin.

Ominis sensed your…was it trepidation?...and gently felt for your arm, running his fingers down to clasp your fingers together. He gently led you to the bed and sat on the edge as you climbed onto the mattress and across to Garreth's waiting lap.

"Turn around," Ominis said quietly. "Trust me."

Garreth hummed as you obeyed the command and hovered over his lap, facing away from him. You peered back at his face as he chewed his lip and stared shamelessly at your behind. His hand roamed the soft flesh around your hips as he reached underneath you with his other, gripping his stiff and dripping erection.

His head parted your folds as you shuddered from the sensitivity before he rested at your aching entrance. Keeping your eyes on him so you could watch his reaction, you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, gasping as his swollen head stretched you so satisfyingly. The groan that left his lips was one of sweet relief as you took his length inch by inch, until you were sat flush against his skin.

Garreth gripped you tightly as you began a slow rhythm—the angle was fantastic, absolutely perfect, hitting you just right and drawing soft moans of ecstasy from your mouth with every shift of your hips.

You’d thought your attention would be focused solely on Garreth, but Ominis was making it very difficult not to divert your lustful gaze. He'd finished undressing, discarding his creased shirt and tie to the floor, and you could just now appreciate his slender form. Your eyes drifted over the beauty marks that flecked his chest, following the fine blond hair down to his navel, landing on his lengthy manhood, standing proud and glistening with arousal.

Ignoring his twitching erection, Ominis made his way to your side, feeling his way along the bed and trailing warm fingers up your body, your rhythm faltering for a second as you inhaled sharply at his touch.

Ominis' mouth found yours in a breathy kiss as his fingers laced through your hair and your hips slowed, gently grinding on Garreth as you were distracted by Ominis' lips.

"That…you…look amazing. Both of you," Garreth spluttered behind you, his strong hands keeping a tight grip on you.

You smiled and Ominis chuckled, his tongue swiping your lip before delving into your mouth greedily, drawing a helpless moan from your throat. Merlin help you. 

You hadn't expected him to be so teasing, so assertive, so…well, Slytherin. You'd always seen the calm, composed and sweet side of him, despite his sharp tongue and witty banter. This was a side you certainly hadn't expected in the bedchamber, but you were absolutely enthralled.

You resumed your previous rhythm as Ominis finally released your mouth with a devilish smirk, his hands trailing down your collarbone to your breasts. Pinching your perked nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, he gently teased the peak as he licked his lips.

"Tell me how good he feels," he said.

"He feels incredible, fuck, he's so big."

Ominis chuckled knowingly in response.

"I knew he'd like you this way." He whispered. "I thought he'd enjoy watching his cock impaling you."

Your face burned and head dizzied at Ominis' sultry voice uttering such sinful words. You looked back at Garreth, who was doing exactly as Ominis had suggested, completely entranced watching you sliding up and down his length.

"Mmmph-ah, yes, yes," Garreth muttered as you gave your hips a teasing wiggle.

Garreth gave your behind a hard smack and you yelped, your skin stinging, only further spurring you on. You picked up the pace, slamming into his lap harder and harder until he was groaning so loudly you could no longer hear the slapping of your skin—it was music to your ears.

"Uhh-mmm, you feel so good."

With renewed vigour, he gripped the flesh around your hips hard, holding you in place whilst his hips bucked, fucking you mercilessly with lustful growls—you only managed to keep your balance as you leaned against Ominis, your body almost limp and full to the brim with sheer euphoria.

Ominis tugged your hair to tilt your face towards him, his tongue delving into your mouth as you struggled for breath. The cacophony was exhilarating as your ears filled with the wet slaps of his hand pumping his cock amongst Garreth's low rumbles and your muffled mewls. 

"Uhhh… I'm so close," Garreth moaned, drawing your attention.

You peered back at his breathless and dishevelled form, his copper hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He met your eyes for just a second before they scrunched shut and he tensed, legs shaking, and you felt his cock twitch and explode inside you.

His forceful orgasm filled you as he collapsed and pulled you back on the bed, wrapping an arm around you to lay you over his chest. His pulsing length stayed snugly inside you as you lay together, gasping and feeling thoroughly fucked.

Ominis fell back on the bed next to you, his hand gliding lazily over his dripping wet length, his head swollen, glistening and red. He was in dire need of attention, and your mouth salivated at the thought of his lengthy cock in your mouth.

"Garreth, f-fuck, come here. Both of you," he murmured needily.

Garreth had barely finished emptying inside you before he gently pulled out, groaning together at the sudden emptiness as his cum leaked down your legs and onto his lap. You sighed, shifting yourself off of him and collapsing back on the mattress, elbows propping you up to leer at Ominis as he stroked himself slowly, letting out shuddering moans.

You were exhausted but still aroused, especially watching the usually so composed Slytherin writhing with pent-up arousal. His pale skin was flushed across his cheeks and chest, his lips pink and deliciously swollen from the kisses you'd exchanged. 

"You want to, don't you? The way you're looking at him…" Garreth whispered in your ear, breaking you out of your haze.

"Yes," you sighed.

You let out a whimper as Ominis' cock twitched and he smirked, holding out a hand for you. Your mouth was on his hard length in seconds, soft moans filling the room as you licked and lapped at his head.

He tasted divine. You took more of him in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. With each bob of your head you took him in further, suctioning your cheeks to create the mind–altering pressure that made him growl and grip your hair hard.

You could have stayed worshipping his manhood for hours, teasing and exploring every inch and angle as you pleased, but he was already close judging by his breathless moans and twitching hips.

Garreth had made his way to his lover's side, his mouth capturing Ominis' pleasurable sighs between loving kisses. The sight was beautiful, and you moaned softly as you gazed up at their growingly heated exchange.

"More, please, just like that…," Ominis gasped.

You continued your rhythm as Ominis tensed underneath you, his hand now painfully gripping your hair and drawing a whine from deep in your throat. The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he met his release with a loud groan and thrust of his hips.

His cock hit the back of your mouth as he finished, strings of hot cum filling your cheeks and shooting down your throat as you gagged and gasped, tears streaming down your face. Despite the unexpected attack on your reflex, you were feeling immensely satisfied as you gazed up at Ominis' heaving chest and burning face.

The last of his release met your tongue with a gentle squeeze at the base of his shaft, your tongue dragging over his sensitive head. He shuddered and finally released your hair, your scalp left sore and hair a complete mess.

Your heart pounded as you finally retreated, wiping the mess from your lips as delicately as possible with a swipe of your thumb. The throbbing ache between your legs had reached a peak again, after being pounded by Garreth and having the pleasure of Ominis' cock in your mouth, you were thoroughly riled up.

Muttering an expletive, you shifted your weight and squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to gain some friction and some relief. Your discomfort was clearly obvious and didn’t go unnoticed by Garreth.

"You're insatiable," he laughed, pushing you backwards and parting your legs with his hands. Your eyes drifted over his freckled chest, taught and unexpectedly muscular, before he dipped his head to press his lips to your skin just below your navel.

You whimpered, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as he peppered kisses along your hips and thighs, licking the sticky mess from your skin. You swore again as you watched Garreth tasting himself on you, his eyes flicking to meet yours with a mischievous glint.

Tracing down to your centre, his wet tongue slipped between your lips and over your sensitive bundle of nerves as you moaned his name, over and over. Pressing his face amongst your folds, he sucked and twirled his tongue around your clit until you were on the verge of tears, your heart ready to explode in your chest. 

Ominis was simply listening to all of this unfold with a satisfied smirk, leaning casually against the headboard and lazily stroking your hair as his boyfriend pleasured you. He shushed your hysterical wailing and you clamped your mouth shut, peering up at him.

"Tell him what a good job he's doing, sweetheart," Ominis said softly.

You tore your eyes back to Garreth who was watching you intently through his beautiful red hair, his tongue now lazily circling your nub.

"F-fuck, oh, Garreth. You're amazing…so, so good."

With an upward tug of his lips, he closed his eyes and delved deeper between your thighs, licking down to your slightly sore and swollen entrance as he pushed your legs back. His tongue plunged inside you, curling, circling and lapping at your combined fluids with deep groans.

It was more than you could bear, too much, far too much. You were completely gone, your brain addled and exhausted as you climaxed, only able to gasp and whimper as your walls clenched, sending more of those astonishing waves through your body. 

"Please, stop, stop!" you cried out, now overly sensitive.

Garreth smiled and pulled his tongue away, kissing your thighs as you caught your breath. Exhaustion had well and truly hit you, your heart pounding and head swimming as Garreth collapsed next to you. Draping your leg over him, you snaked your hand around his waist and rested your head on his burning chest, slick with sweat. 

You'd almost forgotten Ominis was there, until he hummed contentedly and settled behind you. Pressing himself into your back, he draped his arm over both of you, his fingers stroking circles on Garreth's stomach.

"You were fantastic," Ominis muttered in your ear, planting soft kisses on the back of your neck.

"You were," Garreth agreed, pressing his lips to your damp forehead.

"I'm not sure what my expectations were but I think that surpassed even my wildest ones," you said with a grin.

"I…wish we could do that again," Garreth murmured.

"Can we not? I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed myself," Ominis replied.

You let the question hang in the air as you lay entwined together in the post-sex haze with drunken smiles on your faces, exchanging kisses until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. With deep sighs, you fell asleep one by one, each wondering if this was the start of something much more permanent than either of you had expected.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Brief history of this request! 🤡 I originally wrote this as a response to it; the original interaction went up a little while before the book 7 part 3 update was released… and that update happened to give us a lot more information about the Shroud family dynamics. It was unfortunately bad timing!

This post is a rewrite which incorporates the new Shroud family canon from the update.

***Contains major plot spoilers for book 6 of the main story!***

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

The students of Night Raven College had become accustomed to rather odd sightings—so when young Ortho Shroud sailed by them with two floating tablets in tow, no one batted an eye at it. That shut-in brother of his, the rumor was, maybe he multiplied. In a sense, there was truth to that theory.

“It’s so nice to have the whole family together!” gushed a woman’s squeaky voice from one device. “Isn’t it, Papa? Everyone’s so busy, we hardly get to do these kinds of things anymore.”

Beside her, her husband cleared his throat. He replied with a blunt, somewhat stiff, “Mmm, quite. It is… certainly a different environment than the laboratory.”

Idia didn’t know which was worse—his mother’s smothering cuteness, or his father’s calculating aloofness. The love and the logic. In anime and manga, they were amusing enough archetypes. But in reality? Cringe with a capital C, especially when they were acting as a unit in public.

He could feel the heat of his peers’ gazes directed at him as they passed like phantoms trailing over a graveyard. The curiosity, the whispers, the stares. The only thing that was keeping Idia sane was the safety offered by his tablet’s screen.

Hunkered down in his Ignihyde bedroom, he was safe from direct judgment—but not free of the embarrassment his parents provided. No, that was always eternal.

“Wh-Why did you guys even bothering showing up on the NRC Family Day banner…” Idia grumbled under his breath. Man, the one time I didn’t want to pull the SSRs… and they came home anyway!

There was an appalled gasp from the end of the line. “Of course Mama and Papa came! It’s Family Day. It’s a time us parents to see what mischief our genius little boys have gotten up to while they’re away!”

Idia couldn’t see his mother’s image on her screen, but he could only imagine she was winking in a conspiring manner to Mr. Shroud. He would give an awkward smile beneath his helmet and probably say something in agreement with her.

“Ideally, we’ve have liked to come in person,” his mother continued.

Mr. Shroud cleared his voice and neatly cut in. “However, with the recent incident… well, let’s just say we’ve had to lay low and wait for the dust to settle. My staff are working overtime moderating the metrics of this situation.”

“Quite right, dear! We can’t exactly waltz into Night Raven College! It would put us at risk of being scrutinized, especially with all the viral internet rumors swirling around.”

“Shadowy secret organization puppeteers Twisted Wonderland,” Mr. Shroud recited, shaking his head in disapproval, “Lizard people real, global warming is a hoax, tap water turning the frogs gay… Where do the youths come up with such preposterous claims?”

They’re covering their bases, Idia told himself. After that incident… We never wiped the subjects’ memories with the River Lethe. It exposes a chink in our armor—they could talk, spread what they know.

Then… Th-There’s no way people wouldn’t be curious. Internet sleuths with nothing better to do will dig up dirt from the most obscure corners of the web and tout it as truth!! That’s why even STYX has been having such a hard time containing it.

“What are you gonna do? Haters gonna hate.” Idia shrugged. “… I get it. You don’t have to go explaining yourselves to us. It’s a waste of breath.”

Cynicism slipped in at the last second. A habit, hard to squash.

Ortho chimed in, clearing the air with his cheer. “Nii-san’s right! What’s important is that we get to spend time together, bonding like any other family does.”

He extended his arms to them, as if reaching for hands to hold. Bur though there was nothing for the android to grasp, there was no hiding his effervescent smile. “I’m really happy that we can do this!”

Idia’s heart, so familiar with the ice that encased the Phantoms and the chill of Tartarus, melted. “Ortho…”

An ear-splitting squeal came from one of the tablets. “Kyaaaah! You’re so cute, Or-kun!! Mama wishes she was right there on Sage’s Island to squish your little face!! You too, Idia-kun! Don’t think you can escape from your mother!”

Mr. Shroud’s voice dragged into a patient sigh. “We discussed keeping a low profile.”

“Aww, but papa!” (Idia could practically hear the pout in her tone.) “It’s a parent’s instinct to want to hug and shower her children with love~”

“Y-You’re going to attract unwanted attention though…” Idia nervously pointed out—one thing he could see eye-to-eye with his father on. They were split down the middle.

Through his camera, he could already spot passerbys slowing and staring. Sweat collected on his palms, on his forehead.

“What’s going on over there…?”

“There’s a boy with blue flames for hair.”

“Is he a Shroud?”

“He has weird things floating around him.”

Unperturbed, Ortho waved at the curious gawkers. “Hello!! I’m spending time with my family today!” he announced with his full chest out.

“Aw, what an adorable kid.”

“Are they phoning in? Gosh, they must be busy—but they still care enough to attend. That’s great!”

“Have fun with your family, champ!!”

Eh? Ehhhhh?! What’s what this after-school special I’m seeing play out?! Everyone’s so upbeat and sparkling… a-almost like one of Cater-shi’s impossible Magicam filters was just applied to the whole campus!!

Something in Idia wanted to scoff at the sight, to dismiss it outright. For as long as he could remember, the Shrouds had been shunned by the sunlight. A bloodline cursed by the gods. Never to be heroes, never normal.

But if Ortho is happy, then… this was all worth it, wasn’t it?

Yet something else, too, called out. Some small, almost forgotten, fragmented part of him. A small flower growing in the darkest pits of the Underworld.

Hope.

A zero that had suddenly turned into 0.001%. Connected again, heart to heart—even if only for a single fleeting moment.

“… Dad, mom, Ortho,” Idia said slowly, “we can’t stand around like NPCs waiting to be talked to. We’ll miss out on the limited time event. Let’s go, the whole party.”

“Nii-san…!!”

Ortho’s whole face lit up, his joy turning absolutely electric. He nearly tackled Idia’s device as he seized it and spun in a giddy circle. There was laughter from the younger Shroud, and confused sputtering from the elder one.

“Would you look at that, Papa?” Mrs. Shroud giggled softly to herself. “It looks like our boys have become such good friends.”

“… That’s good,” her husband replied. “I was concerned that Idia was still beside himself with grief—but thankfully, he’s made tremendous progress.”

“Ehehehe. It’s all thanks to Or-kun coming into our lives. He ended up being the password to unlocking Idia’s almost impenetrable fire walls.”

“Indeed. Our children have come a long way.” The corners of Mr. Shroud’s lips threatened to pull up and back. “No longer boys, but young men.”

[unpoeticpoison]

sworn on the stars ~ 01 - genshin impact // sagau // imposter au

a/n: If anyone’s reading this, shall we continue in second person or revert to first person? it was okay at first but rereading second person POV always makes me feel so awkward. anyways, do enjoy!!

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You felt like you were floating. You were light, and your body no longer felt weighed down by that familiar invisible dread. Yet something felt a little strange. The hairs on your arm felt almost ticklish, brushing against the softness of the ground. And your right hand felt cold and wet.

“Mmm?”

A blink. Everything had looked so... bright. Brighter than the blinding lights of those white-walled rooms, but oh-so blue as well.

‘The sky?’

For a moment, you’d wondered if you had finally died and perhaps gone to heaven. Those thoughts were dismissed as soon as you’d gotten up to look around at the eerily familiar scenery.

The gentle rustle of the wind blew past as you took in the view of the cliff. The ever-so-soft grass that acted as your bed as you lay there. There were faint chirps that could heard from the birds nearby, rustling of leaves as a little animals scurried past.

“So I guess I’m really here now, huh?” You muttered to yourself, still a little dazed.

Taking in your surroundings once more, you’d come to the conclusion that somehow you’d ended up on Starsnatch Cliff.

‘Heh. I remember the first time I was here. Tried to jump off before I met Amber and discovered fall damage was a thing.’

You chuckled to yourself. Being in this place was just so calming. There were definitely more noises than there were in the hospital, but the open nature felt so much more freeing than the confines of those blank white walls.

You could feel your limbs, like an old body regaining it’s youth after years of aging (though you’d never aged, just... shut down). You could stand on your own and stretch out your fingers in front of you, something you didn’t think you’d be able to do anymore.

It made you a little sentimental. For someone who had felt- well, almost numb for the past few years, it was an odd feeling. Maybe it was the realization that you were finally in a “better place” or the feeling of calm that this world gives you, but you’d felt yourself tearing up.

It felt as though your soul belonged to this place. Like you were finally being welcomed *home*.

“Hic... oh, geez-“ you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. ‘It’s certainly been a while, huh?’ Followed by a grimace, you wet streaks stream down your face.

Then you realized your face wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

‘Oh, right!-‘

You looked down beside you to see a small hydro slime jumping happily beside you, only noticing because it had begun to gently nudge at your leg when you started crying.

“Aww, hey little guy.”

You recall slimes being aggressive monsters, but perhaps you were an exception? Perhaps after all you’d been through in your last world, fate had finally taken pity on your soul. You’d sometimes indulged in fanfiction where the world of Teyvat loved it’s creator just as much as the creator loved their world.

‘Heh. As if I’m some divine deity.’

Still, this was a nice feeling. You certainly weren’t going to go find a hillichurl encampment to see if they’d be friendly, but you figured this one slime would be safe to keep around.

After coming to terms with your thoughts a bit better, you got up to walk around. From the peak of the cliff you could see the nameless island, Stormbearer Point and the forest down below. The very forest you’d explored when you first entered the game.

You recall getting your first chest somewhere in there, too.

~

“A reward on the road!” Lumine remarked as the chest spilled with common goods.

You were curious to see what else this world had to offer.

After that first chest, you’d go on to have so many adventures with all the characters throughout the world. It really was the beginning of it all.

~

And so you decided to look around for a bit, just as you’d done when you started the game. You’d found that slimes in particular were absolutely adorable in real life. The little hydro slime kept following you around, but you also came across a dendro slime that had grown and gifted you a flower. There was also a group of anemo slimes nearby that were nice enough to take you on a ride through the sky.

You’d just gone along with the flow, but you certainly didn’t expect to get dropped off near a camp of hillichurls by the lake.

‘Maybe I spoke too soon earlier-‘

But rather than be aggressive, they looked (?) at you with calmness, as though you were nothing but another one of their own. On the contrary, one of them came over and pulled you into the group, inviting you to dance with them.

‘Sucks I can’t understand their language though.’

You wished that you could communicate with these now-friendly creatures, and all of a sudden you could make sense of their words, if only briefly.

“Holy one, come! You dance with us!”

“All Mother has come!!”

“Yes, Mother!”

It was a bit odd to hear yourself being called a mother of all things, but you supposed that things could’ve been worse. In a way, it felt like they were young children that just wanted their mother to be proud of their efforts.

And so you joined in on their little dance until your legs gave out from under you.

“Mother, food?” One of them questioned, before handing me a sunsettia.

“Thank you,” I smiled back fondly at them. “Mmm!”

The Teyvat-native fruit was unlike any other that you’d ever had in the last world. Just as it’s description indicated, it was sweet, but not *too* sweet. To put it in comparison, it tasted like a mix between a mango and pineapple with the texture of a ripe nectarine.

And so that was how you’d spent your first little while in the world of Teyvat. Playing with slimes, dancing with hillichurls, and indulging fully in the beautiful world that you could not fully access before.

~

Elsewhere in the region, a bard felt a shiver run up his spine, followed by feelings of relief that nearly knocked him off his feet. The one who flows with the wind could feel it’s anticipation. Waiting, waiting, waiting for resolution at last.

In another place, the god of contracts clutched at his chest, almost painfully. Like the satisfaction of a perfect contract fulfilled, his old heart became overwhelmed with new emotions that resembled joy, peace and happiness. Such strong feelings that he had not felt in so very long.

Across the wide ocean sat the one who yearns for eternity. She, too, felt a change in the surrounding atmosphere, as though a permanent change had just happened to Teyvat, its citizens none the wiser. She felt herself longing for something new. She found herself changing.

Up in the kingdom of frost and snow, a girl who has fought for much throughout her life found herself speechless. She could feel power beyond her imagination filling her senses, yet she did not feel paralyzed with fear, nor in reverence and awe, nor desire to keep it for herself (maybe just a little bit). She felt like a little girl once again being comforted in the arms of the one that had watched over her for so long.

~

Up on the throne of Teyvat sat one who concealed their face. Powerless, though intuitive they may be, this being that took solace amongst the stars could feel a sense of dread.

The winds were were finally changing. The true creator had finally descended onto these lands.

But the one bearing the fake crown was merely a human greedy for power. Power that they had long held onto, alongside the respect and reverence of the most powerful figures in the world. Or so they believed.

This was power that they would not give up so easily.

Not without a fight.

[theonemarvelousness]

Would you be willing to do a Sebek/No fluffy romance please?

Sebek/No (fluff):

No looks more a fae than a human these days. How her golden hair sparkles. Those almost-glowing blue eyes that couldn’t belong to a human. She looks more fae than his half-blood, in days like today.

Lilia once said that’s what love is like. That a person doesn’t look fully human, but something magical and otherwordly.

It’s when he realized he was in love with her.

Even as he sometimes wrestles with the idea of being half-human, when he holds her hand it all disappears. The confidence she gives him to be a good knight to Prince Malleus? It’s unending. Soft smiles, gentle words, and a way to calm even the worst of his lightning-quick temper flares. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was magic.

But she doesn’t have a single drop.

There’s a book in her hand as she takes her favorite spot. His lap. His cheeks fluster, and he knows it! But there’s just that smile that melts him to a puddle. Sebek knows he’s been smitten, certainly, but he’s clearly long in love.

“Did you read this part for History today?” No asks, as she settles. Tucking against him like they are two pieces put back together.

“Mmm.” Looking over at the passages, his eyes read a few lines about an ancient reign in the Queendom of Roses. “Not yet.” He has reviewed the material before, but why would he lose the opportunity to sit with her this afternoon? Arms around to secure her, so she can rest the book as she likes. She does, using his arms to perch her own. He finds this cute.

“Well, it’s interesting that this is where it turned to a Queendom and a Matriarchal society…” She comments.

Ah, right, her nation doesn’t have a monarchy. Of course it’s odd to her.

“What do you think of monarchies?” She would be under one, if she moves with him to the Valley.

“Mmm… why?” Her head tilts back, curious. Cute.

“Would you… after… ahhh.” His cheeks heat up, embarrassed as he realizes what he’s exactly proposing. Now, he can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder.

She’s giggling too!

“F-forget it!”

“Oh, how can I, Sebek? Are you asking me to go to the Valley with you? After NRC?” It’s like she’s a mind reader!

All he can do is give a little nod.

“Then, I’ll accept when you propose properly. Let’s get this reading done for tomorrow, we have a quiz!”

He needs to ask how to propose, doesn’t he?

[thirstnotes]

Jealousy

Pairings: Steve x Black Reader, One-Sided Bucky x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors, DNI), vouyerism, jealousy, masturbation, fantasizing, Bucky Thirst, possibly darkish Bucky? I dunno, you decide

If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

I don’t write very much on here, mostly read, but since this talented ass writer (don’t wanna name any names but @ramp-it-up knows who she is) decided to hook me up and answer my ask in quite possibly one of the best ways possible, I felt the need to return the favor as best I could. Hope y’all enjoy it💖

"Mmm,” Y/N gasped, her head tossed back as her body tensed for an amazing climax, “I’m gonna….fuuuck!”

“Good girl,” Steve coaxed, his guttural groans vibrating through his tone. She certainly was a good girl. A good girl that absolutely took every inch of his cum. Bucky refused to believe anything otherwise. The heavy squeak of them going at it held his full attention, the soft groans of his Y/N as she pressed her face against the pillows in an effort to hush the pleased sounds from what she was getting from behind. It was cute that she thought it would. Positively sinful, the effect it had on him.

The raunchy slosh of his lubed hand roughly jerking his dick caught his attention again and he positively loved the mess he was making of lube and precum against strange sheets. He imagined her lapping at his dick as Steve rode her, her moist mouth needily desperately for something to suck. His dick pushing slowly into the warmth of her soft lips. The scrape of her teeth as he glided a generous length of his dick against the friction of her tongue…yummy..

His vibranium hand played with his balls, firmly stroking them and squeezing them to the point of making himself groan a bit. He wanted her to squeeze them. Let Steve watch as she sucked on them. Make him cum on her face from her rough treatment of them. Make Steve cum on her back from the sheer erotic sight of it all. Cover her in their cum.

Steve groaned softly as he usually did when she rode him, helpless and soft. Submissive and chill. It made him desperately want to be the dominant one in the room, commanding Y/N to get on her knees and take her boyfriend into her mouth while he fucked her pussy until it was aching from being slammed with orgasms.

His hand sloshed sloppily as a long string of swears slipped out in hungry hisses. “Mmhhhhyes babygirl. Take every inch of that cock. Fuck me good……you’re so fuckin good....Mmmm…” He was practically sobbing, it felt so good. They were filthy, that pair. They always did this to him. Every hotel room. Every fuckin stop. Pretending they didn’t want him to hear their raunchy groans. But they did. They knew he was stroking his dick. He liked to think they did anyway.

He liked to imagine Steve’s curious, jealous leering as Y/N wrapped her hands around his dick. To see him watch his girlfriend lick the tip of another man’s dick and pump his shaft to the very sight of it. Let him play with and taste her wet pussy while she writhed beneath his fingers-to dip his fingers into her. Make her taste herself while his best friend watched him dominate his girlfriend. Have her groaning in exhausted ecstasy, covered in fingerprints and his cum-

“Sssshit.....” he shuddered in a satisfied hiss, cum jerking from his dick and hitting his chest, face and pillow. His ragged breaths caught up with him as he stared at the ceiling, listening to them both come in the room next to him. Then it was mostly quiet. Save for the ringing in his ears from a positively powerful orgasm. He groaned a little and swallowed, shifting himself into a better position to slip into a good sleep for the night, listening to the low sound of their incoherent voices. He was a beautiful mess, covered in his own sick needy desperation for a woman he didn’t have. Would probably never have.

[guildtree]

merkasjory? 👀👀👀👀👀

So last May I made this piece of art for Mermay: https://www.tumblr.com/guildtree/718019938315599873/huh-oh-hello-i-always-wondered-if-there-was

And then I gave myself brainrot so I wrote a story around it lol. Pretty classic early Kasjory with an underwater twist.

There’s a scratching of rocks from above, and a few pebbles drift past her cave entrance. Marjory pops her head out and finds herself nearly face-to-face with another mer, who seems to be halfway through clambering down the rocks. Her hands grasp the rock tightly while her tail flows up and over the clifftop. And what a tail it is; pink scales fading to cream like the inside of a shell, with long, fanned fins that sparkle even in the dim light. The scales fade into tan skin and pale blonde hair, kept free to flow with the currents. She’s a beautiful swirl of pink and cream and white, so flowy and sparkly it’s almost hard to focus on. Her blue eyes widen when she spots Marjory. “Huh? Oh, hello! I always wondered if there was somebody living down here. I’m not bothering you, am I?” “Nah.” Marjory shakes herself out of her glitter-induced daze and gives her most charming smile. She might not be able to ID exactly what fish this mermaid is, but she knows drop-dead gorgeous when she sees it. “Serves me right for venturing up this high during the day. What’s your name, angelfish?” “You can call me Kasmeer.” The strange mermaid flips herself over to drift in front of Marjory’s cave, hands on the lip Marjory leans on. Nope, definitely not any ordinary mer. She has fins on her arms, ink makeup coats her face, and she’s wearing basically nothing. Ropes of golden beads and pearls highlight her features rather than conceal them. “That’d be Lady Kasmeer, I take it?” The strange mermaid leans back slightly. “Is it that obvious?” “Most people don’t wear diamonds on their day trips out.” Without even thinking, she flicks the gemstone resting right over Lady Kasmeer’s sternum. It’s probably a faux pas, but the noble doesn’t seem bothered. “Oh, but shark teeth are?” She gestures to the handmade assemblage of fishing net across Marjory’s chest, held up by a necklace of teeth she’d scavenged from the sea floor. “It’s all the rage right now. You really are new here, aren’t you?” Lady Kasmeer just shrugs. “I like exploring. And occasionally meeting new people…” Marjory takes the hint and holds out one hand for a shake. “Marjory Delaqua.” Lady Kasmeer hesitates for a moment, before timidly taking Marjory’s hand and laying a quick kiss on the knuckles. It looks like an unpracticed motion, something she’s had done to her plenty of times but hasn’t had much cause to do to others. For a second they both blink at each other in confusion. Finally Marjory chuckles, and Lady Kasmeer frowns. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing. You’re adorable.” She’s heard nobles are terrible flirts, and it seems to be true, as Lady Kasmeer just tosses her hair back. “What brings you all the way down here, cutie?” “Nothing but my own curiosity. I’ve been down here a few times, but I’ve never seen you before.” Lady Kasmeer glances down at the blue abyss below them. “Do you live down in the Twilight Zone? Or the Depths?” “Mmm. I migrate a lot for work.” It’s a non-answer, but it actually seems to make Lady Kasmeer more curious; she leans forward slightly, eyes sparkling. “But yes, I’ve seen plenty of both.” “Really? What’s it like?” Ah. Okay. Marjory has her pegged now: a wealthy noble who’s barely left her own palace, without the ability or perhaps the courage to see what the rest of the world looks like. Maybe her parents keep her cooped up, maybe it’s her own fear, but now she’s “rebelling” by sneaking out when they aren’t looking. Marjory hears stories of one or two like that every year. Still, it can’t hurt to answer a few questions. She did come all this way, and it’s not like Marjory has anything else to do. And she’s certainly easy on the eyes…

[baby-zakarii]

Arts and Crafts (and a snack in between)

@oxxmtdewxxo I did it... I finished Regressor!Rohan and Cg!Tonio fic... It's really short and probably out of character, but I'm still proud of it! 🦋

- Google exists in this au because they need it

- It's completely platonic, but can be read as pre-romantic relationship I guess

Tonio Trussardi's restaurant was empty. It was a rare sight, he had to admit - but he didn't mind. He had so many clients everyday that even a few minutes of rest felt really nice. He picked up a cloth to clean one more plate before he decided to read a bit while waiting for his clients.

He opened the last volume of "Pink Dark Boy" (he was a fan after all, just like half of Morioh) - and as soon as he did that, he heard a doorbell ring. He smiled as he saw Rohan Kishibe himself enter his restaurant.

- Buon giorno, Rohan-sensei! - he smiled. - Sit down and I'll prepare a perfect breakfast for you!

- Morning - Rohan murmured. He took a seat and immediately pulled out a sketchbook. Tonio was a bit confused - normally Rohan Kishibe would seem like a very confident, if not arrogant man. But there was something different in his attitude. Rohan started drawing a sketch, but his hands were visibly trembling - in fact, he looked like a child learning to hold a pencil properly. Tonio decided to not pay attention to this. After all, artists were often peculiar people.

He went to the kitchen and started making a cornetto with marmalade. He figured out that a busy artist like Rohan might have muscle pains and this meal would treat that in a blink of an eye. After it was done, he went back to serve it to his guest.

- Bon appetit, Rohan-sensei!

- Thanks - Rohan didn't even look up from his sketchbook. He was really focusing hard on drawing a... cat? Dog? It was hard to tell because - to Tonio's surprise - the drawing looked like it was made by a toddler.

- If you don't mind, may I ask what are you working on? - Tonio was really curious now. Rohan looked at him, a bit nervously.

- Puppy... - he finally said in a quiet voice.

- Oh! That's a... very nice puppy, Rohan-sensei! -  Tonio smiled - sure, this dog certainly didn't resemble a dog in any way possible, but he wouldn't say that to one of his clients!

Rohan's face turned slightly red. He didn't respond, but instead took a bite out of his cornetto.

- How do you like it? - Tonio asked.

- It's vewy good - Rohan took another bite. But Tonio noticed a slight lisp in his speech, getting concerned.

- Rohan-sensei, is everything... okay? - he's a bit worried now. - You're acting different than usual...

- Yea, otay - the mangaka responded, seemingly oblivious to Tonio's concern. - Um... you have juice? P'ease?

- Juice...? Why, yes, I can pour you some fresh orange juice if you'd like...

- T'anks - Rohan smiled and continued eating. Tonio once again returned to his kitchen. While his Stand was preparing a drink, the cook made a quick google research for "adult man behaving like a child". There were a few ridiculous results at first,  but after a while of scrolling he stumbled on an article about "age regression". He began reading it and mangaka's weird behavior suddenly started making sense. He must be feeling "little" right now!

By the time Tonio returned with a glass of juice, Rohan managed to finish the drawing and was now munching on a cornetto, his hands covered in jam. Tonio set the glass on a table.

- Woah, you made quite a mess here - Tonio giggled.

- Sowwy, am small today... - Rohan mumbled, his face turning red as he realized his slip up. - Um, I mean...

- It's okay, I understand - Tonio smiled to him gently. - I won't tell anyone, bambino. And you can always use Heaven's Door on me.

-Mmm... No. You nice - Rohan handed him the drawing. - That for you!

- Oh, thank you so much! I'll put it on my fridge.

After Rohan finished eating, Tonio walked him home, listening to artist's excited babbling. And then stayed for a bit, taking care of Rohan before finally putting him down for a nap. Tonio couldn't know that, but in that moment he became mangaka's unofficial caregiver - but he was absolutely fine with it.

[jamesunderwater]

Hey Charles! Hope everything is going well! 12 and 29 for the ask game, please!

12. how does receiving and not receiving feedback/support impact you?

i think getting support (like people sending me messages or asks telling me they like the fic or it's meaningful to them etc), pretty much always makes me feel more motivated to work on the fic. having people ask questions about it - not necessarily questions about when i'll update but like curious questions about my thoughts on it, where it's currently at and how i'm feeling about it, that really helps because it gets me thinking about the fic more (if i'm in a slump). i guess my one "opposing"? thought is -- this helps a LOT with updating, pushing through editing, etc. but as far as me COMPLETING a story? that will happen if i want it to happen, whether i get the feedback or not (capricorn moon here :p). which is to say, i guess, that feedback/support will ultimately make more of a difference on how quickly i finish a story xD i'll probably finish it either way (if i'm determined to) but ya'll could certainly get me there faster :P

29. what's your revision or editing process like?

mmm i think mostly i read through the whole thing, and make small edits here and there, but try to get a feel for what is missing in the story/chapter. and then i usually create a rough list of the scenes that i think i need to add, and start sort of plugging them into different spots in the chapter. then i write them, read it through again, make sure it's cohesive... then maybe move the scenes around again, or realize i need something else, etc.... and this repeats again and again until it feels like it's at least got all the components it needs, even if the components themselves aren't "perfect" (bc what does that even mean)

link to the game! per athena's request :p

[gaunt-and-hungry]

The Fluidity of the Dress

Part 1: Fitting

Summary: Getting a dress fitted for a wedding day CW: None. Notes: First Person POV - 936 words - very short

It did not fit the way that it should. I wore it and it was comfortable on my body but it did not fit the way it should. My father and I had gone to London to get it fitted. I had sat petrified at the implications of what the seamstress would say, seeing me and my father walk into the shoppe. No questions had been asked. I had stood there as she pinned the dress. Hemmed it. Trimmed. Kept it as perfect and beautiful as it was. I kept reminding myself that this had been his grandmother’s wedding dress and then his mother’s wedding dress. The weight of the fabric only seemed to grow the longer I stood there. Curwen watched mindfully, speaking occasionally to the seamstress who worked diligently. She asked me several times who the lucky man was and if I was excited. She asked as if there was nothing amiss and we were just another young lady getting an heirloom fitted for her wedding day despite how little I properly filled the dress out. My hips, far too narrow. My shoulders helped provide the dress proper structure itself. There would be no issue with padding for certain. This would, indeed, work out quite splendidly. 

“Oh you look stunning,” her name was Rita. She was a brunette with the most magnificent braids I had ever seen on a woman of her status. She looked noble in and of herself and I smiled fondly at her in the mirror, a flush creeping up my cheeks from my throat.

“Thank you,” I whispered. It had been so quiet as she worked and made small talk with me. I could not shake the weight of what was happening from my shoulders that filled the dress’ fabric out a little. 

“For a garment so old, it’s well taken care of. I can tell this has been in a couple of generations. Goodness. It’s in such wonderful shape and you fit it quite nicely! Navy, is that right?” She asked softly. “You’re marrying a Navy Man?” 

I was startled for a moment. “How… Oh,” I laughed, nervous, “You must know through the roster.”

“It’s of no consequence!” She assured, “Just curious is all. Your gown is fitting, I think. The colours will match his uniform. This blue is perfect contrast for the Navy Blue,” she seemed to be thinking out loud and paused, looking at me through the mirror as she fluffed out the bottom of the gown. The style was certainly less broad than the newer garments that women wore. “The pale of this tone will match quite lovely, I think. Just thinking aloud, dear. Trying to envision if I ought to take care of this more,” she came around and plucked at the collar of it, examining it, “Perhaps…” she continued, her voice dipping low, “I think you would look actually quite stunning if you wore yourself a high collar that was the same navy blue beneath this. Something that provides… modesty to your neckline,” her lips were in a sympathetic smile hoping that she was not trespassing much. “It may help it blend well with the garment themes.”

My guardian returned to my side, his tall and imposing figure weighing the options as we stood there. “Mmm… Would you happen to have any fabric of the shade you are thinking of?” He inquired, seeming pleased with the description. I turned a little in the mirror as she finished the last of her stitchings and stood back to admire her handiwork. 

“I do!” She was cheery and warm in everything she did, leaving me feeling a lot less nervous about the whole ordeal. There seemed to be no questions in her mind as to what she needed to do, only dedication to her craft. She dipped into the room over and brought out a beautiful sample of a rather velvety high collared dress shirt. “This will be too small for your figure and curves,” she iterated but held the sleeve up to where my collarbones were to compare it. “This would work quite well, I believe,” she offered, “if you were to take my advice. I presume your fiancée will be in Royal Navy. This would provide a lovely contrast and compliment to his own dress.”

Curwen looked to me and I smiled. Truly, I smiled, pleased with this idea greatly. “And,” she went on, “To boot, it will provide you with much needed depth in your profile. You have an excellent figure. This dress is beautiful and fluid with your form,” she grasped my hips, shifting me a little in front of the mirror, measuring with her eyes, “And I do think that your complexion would benefit greatly from a dark tone to accent your eyes.” Her confidence in tone lifted any questions away from my heart.

I nodded in agreement, half glancing to Curwen for approval. “I would like that very much. Do you think you could tailor something as such for me? With a high collar and in that shade?” I had never seen Curwen smile so proudly before. And yet he was pleased in a way I was relieved to see. He had been eager to move forwards with the preparations despite the fluttering nervousness in my belly and resistance upon my own end.

“Oh! I absolutely would be delighted to,” she assured, “Let me get your other measurements. Let us get you out of this and we shall proceed with what we need, yes?” She began unlacing my back with deft fingers and I felt a weight fall from my worried mind and back.

[wild-houseplant]

Have Warden, Will Travel- Chapter 28

OK! We got the gang back in the forest and they are MEETING and GREETING PLENTY OF NEW FACES. And one old. :o Link to the AO3 here, and the rest is under the cut! No content warnings I can think of, but if you want to let me know if something's afoot, I'm always listening :) :) Hope you bunch are doing fine, and are drinking your fluids!

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“You know,” Rhodri said thoughtfully as the party wound through the deeper forest, “I don’t think I have eaten bear ‘til now. It reminded me of a few of the browner meats they’d serve in the Circle, but none tasted quite like that.”

Zevran and Leliana (and Wynne, who of course had declared she would be coming along) nodded in agreement. Bear meat was tender enough to be cut with a fork, with a curiously strong, somewhat fruity flavour; one of the clan had said during the meal that bear meat tasted like whatever the animal had last eaten. The first thing Zevran did, upon hearing that fact, was to thank the Maker that that bear’s final meal hadn’t been a darkspawn hock. 

“I think I had it a few times,” Alistair chewed his lip. “The Fereldan nobles like bear quite a lot. I think one Teryn even had a sort of bear farm. Must’ve made a fortune off that.”

“I can imagine.” Rhodri looked over her shoulder at Morrigan, who in keeping with her usual demeanour of the last weeks, was yet to say a word. “What of you, Morrigan? Did you eat bear meat very much?”

Her eyebrows rose as Morrigan tsked irritably. 

“Why do you ask me such questions?” she snapped. “I do not probe you for pointless information, do I?”

“Hey—” Alistair snarled warningly, only falling still when Rhodri turned around and touched his arm.

“It’s all right,” she soothed, and glanced at Morrigan worriedly. “I’m sorry, my friend, I didn’t mean to annoy. I’m just curious.” She smiled encouragingly, and gave an inviting wave of the hands, “And certainly, you’re welcome to probe me any time you like! Day or night, probe away, deep as you like!” 

Morrigan’s face hardened, and the beginnings of a blush were threatening in the corners of her cheeks where makeup had not touched. She closed her eyes and shook her head. 

“Warden,” she said tiredly. “That did not sound the way you hoped it might. Leave the topic.”

Rhodri’s smile faltered. “I–? I don’t… that is to say, yes, of course. You’ll let me know if you need anything, though, won’t you?”

“I need nothing.”

“I know, but in case you do later–”

“Enough, Warden.”

“Right, right, of course. Forgive me.” Rhodri faced front again, frowning pensively.

In the corner of Zevran’s eye, Leliana was watching him watch Rhodri. Not having it in him to feign ignorance until she tried to extract a confession out of him, he turned and smiled at her.

“I hear that frog is popular in Orlais, Leliana,” he purred, adding, “speaking of odd meats.”

If being directly addressed had taken her aback, she didn’t show it. “It must be,” she replied with a smile. “It is eaten even when other meats are more fashionable.”

Zevran snickered; Rhodri hummed. “That’s why other countries call the Orlesians ‘frogs,’ because it's their national meat.”

“Mmm,” Leliana chuckled wickedly. “Just like we call the Antivans ‘chickens,’ and the Rivainis ‘fish.’ Ooh, and of course, like we call the Tevinters ‘baboons,’ hmm?”

Rhodri grinned. “Mmm. I’ve been called that now and then, especially by frogs.”

“They call you baboons?” Alistair cackled. “I think that's probably ‘cause of your blue bums, not because you eat the meat. Drinking too much lyrium.”

Wynne’s disapproving ‘Oh, really, Alistair’ was drowned out by Rhodri’s very loud, very Tevinter-sounding ‘Ah!’

“No, he’s right!” she declared dramatically. “In a pants-down line-up, you’ll see glowing blue cheeks from start to finish! We have to wear blackout underwear so we don't blind whoever's standing behind us. But on the bright side, so to speak, we do have a torch wherever we go.” She gave a grin that showed most of her teeth.

It was tempting to point out that a lyrium posterior would hardly be in Rhodri’s best interest, her affliction considered. After everything that had happened the night before, though, Zevran was not the man to make any conversation with regard to such parts of her. He swallowed a sigh whose cause he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Alistair snorted and shoved Rhodri. “Next time we go in a cave, then, we’ll send you in arse first.”

“Hah,” she dug her shoulder into his upper arm. “A fine way to showcase Tevinter modesty. My father would be proud.”

There was no reason, none at all, to let his mind drift to the artificial calm and privacy of the thought of being wrapped up under Rhodri’s robe. Zevran turned his focus onto the light tingle in his fingertips, and the give of the grass underfoot, and, because he was the weakest being in existence, pulled his cloak a little tighter around him.

    The deep interior of the Brecilian Forest– Zevran had been calling it that since they were a day’s journey in, but surely they had to be in it by now, and it stank. Nobody else seemed to think so, but Zevran had a nose and a brain, and regardless of popular opinion, the unfortunate truth was that the forest absolutely reeked. Sickly-sweet pine needles, wet dirt, and bear shit. Where were the spices? Where was the salty air that blew in off the sea like spindrift? Even this far into the forest, there were small, makeshift bridges going across some of the wider streams, so evidently someone was living here. Had they never heard of incense? The place was nothing but wood! How, in the name of all good things, had they never thought of incense?

He tutted under his breath and shook his head. To his right, Rhodri chuckled. “Are you cursing the pine trees again, Serah?”

“Unsuccessfully,” he sighed. “They are still not dying.”

Leliana giggled, and Alistair, in an astonishing act of– what was it? Comradeship? Social pleasantness? … Civility?-- spoke to him. Without the context of enragement or irritation. Was it even possible?

“No-o-o-nsense!” the Templar trumpeted. “It’s fresh air! Get a little more in you! Won’t find air this clean out by the sea, not with all that salt gusting around!”

Rhodri audibly gasped at that– and if Zevran was honest with himself, he had done the same. It was possible that Alistair had meant to be comradely, or even pleasant, but rude remarks about the sea and its bounty were nothing less than an attack on a Northerner's personal dignity.

“Well I never,” Rhodri sniffed. “Did you hear that, Zev?”

“I wish I hadn’t,” he murmured hollowly.

“I distinctly heard the sound,” she declared before Alistair could finish laughing, “of a brother who doesn’t want to come on holiday to Minrathous and eat all the cheese his heart desires!”

That shut the bastard up. 

“Ah-ah-ah!” Alistair darted over to Rhodri’s unoccupied side and slung an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s not be too hasty here! I… ah… who needs fresh air anyway, right? Overrated!”

Leliana chuckled. “I think you are missing the point, cher.”

Rhodri rubbed her brow. “At this rate, I’ll be feeding twenty people the platters of Tantervalean sweetgrass cheese that you won’t be eating, Alistair.”

“Twenty!”

“Cheer up, Al,” she said with a grin, gesturing at a nearby tree that appeared to have snapped in two in the middle of a bog. “You’ve got plenty of pine bark in your fresh-air forests to chew on instead. Think of all the roughage you’ll have in your diet with that!”

Alistair frowned. “That’s not a pine. They’ve got the green needles.”

“Ah, whoops,” she chuckled. “Haven’t covered pines yet, have we Zev?” She looked back at the tree and squinted a little. “You know, that bark is quite blue. I don’t suppose it could be the ironbark Master Varathorn– getbehindmeGETBEHINDME!”

A tree had come to life. Of course it bloody had. Life wasn’t strange enough as it was, and the forest was in dire need of freakish entities such as sentient, wildly aggressive trees like the enormous sylvan that was now walking (charging, in fact) toward them. It even looked like a person. The bloody thing had arms and legs, hands, a head– Maker help him, it had a rib cage. 

The party’s scuffle with the arboreal murderer was mercifully brief. One spell from each mage floored it before Alistair could finish his quip about swapping his sword out for an axe, which was best for all concerned, really. 

They gathered around the… corpse? Was it a corpse? It had died, but dead trees usually became wood. Did it even count as a tree if it was behaving like an animal? Questions for the Dalish Zevran wished he had known to ask. Whatever the thing had become, there they stood, staring at it with silent bafflement.

“Well, Zev,” Rhodri said to him after a moment, “You might refrain from cursing trees when they’re in earshot. At least until you’re absolutely sure it’s more likely to kill than offend.” She snickered at her own dreadful joke (though admittedly, so did Zevran and Alistair) and sighed. “Ah, well. Since we’re here, let’s see about that ironbark…”

    This forest was jam-packed with wolves. There were grey wolves. There were black wolves. There were Blight wolves– those were ones that had been infected with the Taint and rather than die of Blight sickness, had become something else entirely. Wolves, wolves, bloody wolves. And absolutely none of them even closely resembled the wolf they were after. Not a single white wolf in sight– not even a very light grey one to make them do a double-take. 

In fact, when it came down to it, they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the werewolves, either, and as much as Zevran had decided a meeting with them was likely inevitable, he couldn’t help preferring the idea of the encounter occuring later. Much, much later, if possible. 

The sun was almost finished setting. The crisp cold was piercing, and the forest was glowing in the last light like fortune. Nobody said a word, and if Zevran wasn’t mistaken, the party was even walking quietly to avoid interrupting the scene. 

Past the two makeshift bridges up ahead was a little clearing on a hill. There was enough room for a few tents, a campfire, and a little node off to one side where Morrigan would no doubt establish herself. Rhodri was going between looking at the site and at the bit of the forest that was smouldering the most at that moment. She looked over her shoulder at the party, indicated the clearing with a question mark on her face, and got nods from everyone. That settled it. 

Well, no, it didn’t settle it, in fact, because seemingly as soon as the party had decided where they would be setting up camp for the night, they were ambushed by–

“Are those werewolves?” Alistair squinted at the approaching figures with a frown as he whipped his sword out. “They’re– Maker, they’re walking on their hind legs!”

Zevran shouldn’t have bloody thought of the werewolves. It was his fault. It always happened that way: as soon as he thought of the unwanted thing, it invariably came for them. Why couldn’t he have not-wanted something useful like a large sum of money, or a bowl of fish chowder?

All this genius came to him from behind Rhodri’s back, to where he had been steered in the usual fashion. He shook his head and readied his knives.

And then, nothing. 

He peered out from around Rhodri’s shoulder, and the werewolves– three of them, with decidedly people-like chests, if somewhat hairier– stood there, glaring at the party, though it might have been the shield Rhodri had summoned that separated them that was the actual cause for that sour look. No, that was unfair of Zevran: perhaps they weren’t glaring. That might have been the normal expression for a werewolf. Perhaps they would treat the party to a smile and reveal sets of dazzling white teeth that never looked so friendly or inviting. 

The middle werewolf growled a little; Zevran decided that they had been glaring after all, and all hopes of deep-forest hospitality vanished. Its jaw unlatched, and the entire party made a medley of surprised noises as the creature addressed them in a rumbling snarl.

“The watch-wolves have spoken truly, brother and sister,” it said. “The Dalish send humans, of all things. I suppose you are here to cull us for our attack on the camp? Put us in our place?” The creature snorted. “What bitter irony.” 

Zevran considered tilting his head a little to show off his pointed ear, only to decide against it at the last minute. He stayed as he was.

“Hm,” Rhodri said scornfully. “You speak. Irony, you say, that a human comes in pursuit of a cure. Why is that? Let me guess: the white wolf whose heart I’m after is actually a human in a hairy cloak?”

The werewolf snapped and lunged, only to bounce off the shield and stagger backwards a few steps. Zevran couldn’t help but snort, and to his relief, Alistair and Morrigan did as well.

“You will not speak of the white wolf in this manner!” the werewolf shouted when it had steadied itself. 

“You murdered half a clan,” Rhodri spat. “My sympathy for your tender sensibilities is in rather short supply.” She lifted one hand and summoned a small, white-hot flame. “You will tell me where Witherfang is, or you’ll die now!”

Something wasn’t right. The Keeper had made that odd little pause, hadn’t he, when recounting the werewolves’ attack. Why was that? The werewolves weren’t denying they had done it, but why had they done it?

Without thinking, Zevran put a hand on Rhodri’s arm– and then, when his chest suddenly felt a little too light from the warmth radiating through her robes, he whipped the hand away again. The flame died out. Rhodri turned and lowered her head near Zevran’s, her expression softening.

"Mm?” she asked gently. “I’m listening. Tell me, Zev."

“Ah…” Zevran cleared his throat and willed his stomach to stay put. “Perhaps we need not leap to the exciting part immediately, no?” The entire party fixed him with a wide-eyed look, though Rhodri, to her credit, was polite enough to shutter it almost immediately. 

He shrugged with one hand. “I, for one, would be very interested to know why they attacked the clan.”

"Of course." Rhodri nodded hard and pointed at the werewolves. “You will give him what he wants,” she said stonily, and when no more reply than a growl came, her voice rose to a shout. “Answer the question, damn you! How dare you make him wait!”

The werewolf scoffed. "You and your barking do not intimidate us, human."

"I'm not to blame for your lack of a healthy fear response," Rhodri retorted coldly. "In the Free Marches, my people wear wolf hides in the winter. I'm not so far removed from them that I won't repurpose you in the same way if you keep delaying. Answer the fucking question!"

“I am not about to enlighten you!” it snapped back. “You know nothing of us, and even less of who you serve. I suppose it was the old one, Zathrian, who sent you after us?”

“Zathrian did ask us to seek out a cure,” Zevran cut in with a calm nod. “You talk of him as though you know him.”

The werewolf growled and shook its head. “We have never met. If we did, he would not have survived the experience, I swear it.”

He hummed. “Not fond of him, I take it?”

“We have every reason not to be. And you,” the wolf’s hackles raised, “are also unwelcome here. You should run from the forest while you can.”

“Ah, but we do need that cure,” Zevran gave a small, bargaining shrug. “It is a little difficult to turn back without it. If you know the white wolf, perhaps we could parley with them? Surely there is a peaceful way to resolve all this.”

“I know why you seek him, and it is not to parley!” it shouted. “We are done talking! Go back to the Dalish, and tell them we will gladly watch them suffer the same curse as we have for too long!”

“We cannot retreat,” Zevran reiterated gently. “Not without some hope of a cure. Perhaps we could work together to find one? No need for bloodshed here. We could even cure you, too, if you wish it.”

“You seek the heart of the one who protects us!” the werewolf bellowed. “We will not deliver you to him! I do not wish to fight you, but you force my hand!” It turned to the other wolves. “Come, brothers and sisters! Swiftrunner calls you to b–”

The werewolf’s speech gave way to collective yelps and snapping bones as an invisible and almost silent force (summoned by Rhodri, of course) collided with the creatures and sent them– and an emerging few werewolves more they collected on the way– through the air and into the exposed side of an eroded hill. Awfully close to where they had intended to camp, Zevran noted, which went against the Crow principle of not killing where one slept. Perhaps the principle had been impressed because of the stench that came with new death, or the hygiene of it, or simply because even the Crows had standards about that sort of thing. 

As it happened, the werewolves had not died from the attack, but from the way they were crawling, reasonable motion– and certainly fighting– no longer appeared to be an option for them. A handful more werewolves went to the hairy jumble of limbs sticking to the side of the hill, and without thinking, Zevran stopped Rhodri when she raised her hand to cast again.

“My Warden,” he said urgently. Rhodri nodded and tilted her head down near his, not taking her eyes off the werewolves.

“Sic, Zev?"

“Perhaps we might allow them to surrender?" He indicated the werewolves. "They are clearly not able to win against us, even in these numbers.”

“Eh?” Alistair goggled at him. “You’re joking! They would’ve torn our throats out if it wasn’t for that shield!”

Rhodri frowned. “Is it because they haven’t answered your question yet?”

Zevran wobbled his head a little. “In a sense, yes. I have a feeling Zathrian may have left out some select details about this curse business. Something in the way he spoke, no? Too many pauses.”

“The curiosity is not unwarranted,” Wynne ventured now, “though the werewolves did not seem too willing to part with any information.” She looked around grimly. “The Brecilian is already a dangerous place. Many enter and are never seen again… no, I do not care for the idea of releasing the beasts, only for them to return with an army.”

Zevran turned to Rhodri. “Perhaps we could simply ask? Give them another chance to respond. If they refuse, I will not press the matter further, and the party can dispose of them as it likes.” He held up his hands in a peacekeeping gesture.

The Wardens shared a glance, and Rhodri looked back at Zevran. She nodded. 

“All right,” she said kindly. “We’ll go a little closer and ask. Stay behind me, please, Zev.”

They drew nearer to where the uninjured werewolves were easing the mangled ones out of the dirt.

“Werewolves,” she called to them. “You have one more chance to cooperate before we attack with the intent to kill. Tell us why you ambushed the–”

Rhodri was cut off by a rather frantic shout from Alistair (similar noises of concern issued from Leliana and Wynne shortly after, and Morrigan was quick to curse as well), and she and Zevran turned in time to see a rapidly encroaching wall of mist enshroud the rest of the party from behind.

She held her left arm out to Zevran. “Hold onto my robe or my arm, please, Zev,” she said quickly. “Don’t let go.”

Oh, and that was the trouble, wasn’t it? If given a choice between holding her arm or her robe, of course he would rather take her arm. And it was probably safer and better for all sorts of reasons to hold onto a limb than the clothes covering it– monitoring body temperature, injuries, ensuring that they wouldn’t become separated in the (however unlikely) event that her robes dissolved.

But it was undeniable that some selfish thing in him thirsted for the closeness, and she had already said that closeness was impossible. She had said no, and that was all there was to it. 

Zevran took her by the robe, and let himself be led into the mist, back toward the others. By the time he and Rhodri and the rest of the party had found each other and formed a protective circle, lest the mist-maker come after them, the fog had started to lift and the werewolves were nowhere to be found. 

“They’re… completely gone,” Rhodri said quietly, looking around in all directions. “I don’t believe it. I didn’t hear a thing!”

Alistair groaned. “We should’ve taken them out while we had the chance! ‘Give them another chance to respond,’ what a stupid idea that was!”

Zevran channelled his irritation into a light chuckle. “I must say, had I known we would get a fog wave for our trouble, I would have preferred we simply disposed of them.” 

The forest was getting terribly dark now. Night was coming quicker and earlier as the weeks passed, and amid the clusters of evergreens blocking out the moonlight and the swallowing blackness the disappearing fog had left in its wake, there was hardly a thing to be seen. 

Rhodri shrugged. “It is what it is. We’ve taken gambles before this, but this time it hasn’t paid off. We’ll just have to be careful for now.” She gave the party a confident smile. “Not to worry. I’ll make shields for the whole camp and take both watch shifts tonight in case they decide to loop back.”

“My Warden, I could take the first watch shift,” Zevran offered quickly. “I can alert you if there is any problem. After all, I was the one who suggested this gamble.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “That’s not how it works, Zev. Besides, I’ll be doing some spellwork that needs renewing from time to time. Thank you, though.”

Morrigan, who was already pulling her tent canvas out of her bag, tsked at the party impatiently. “Do the rest of you plan to help set up the camp? Or shall we all stand about exchanging pleasantries until the werewolves return?”

Rhodri gave Morrigan a fond smile that the recipient took with a vigorous ‘ugh.’ 

“Excellent point, Morrigan,” she said with another laugh. “We really should be exchanging pleasantries while we set up, shouldn’t we?”

Morrigan gave another disgusted ‘ugh,’ and amid the wash of guilt over his contribution to Rhodri’s self-imposed workload, Zevran pondered what tasty thing he could ferry out to her later on in the dead of night. Not an apology, or a kind gesture– not that there was anything wrong with treating his protector well or doing what he could to pardon himself. No, if she ate well, she would perform at her best– and if the werewolves did return, that is precisely how the party would need her performing. And certainly, she wouldn’t be eating them alone. He, too, was craving…

…

Ah, Antivan-style bear stew empanadas. Which he had developed a sudden urge for. Lovely. 

Zevran got to work.

Antiva City went to bed in the last hours before sunrise. She loved a party, a late dinner, unexpected visitors; any excuse to steal back waking hours not absorbed by work. By the stroke of four, the so-called ‘inhospitable hours’ started, and the people slept. 

So it was said, anyway. Zevran wondered what, then, society thought the early-rising fishers and farmers who fed ‘the people’ were. What society thought he was. 

He knew what they thought he was well enough, and it didn’t bother him. At daybreak, when he sat alone on the beach in the balmy dark and stoked a fire in the sand to roast his little fish, he was as free as any of them, and that was enough. 

“Where’s my fish, hmm?”

Zevran turned to the direction of the familiar voice, a smile already on his face.

“Lovely Rinna,” he crooned, “surely you know I am cooking this one just for you!”

She snorted and sat cross-legged beside him, one of her folded knees resting squarely on top of his. “I’ll believe that when I’ve got the finished product in my hot little hands.”

He chuckled, indulging Rinna as she drew him into a risky public kiss. “You’ll be waiting a while. I only just got the fire started.”

Rinna leaned back on her hands and smiled at him from the corner of her eye, almost dreamy. “No hurry,” she sighed cheerfully. “Taliesen won’t be up before noon, and we’re seeing Claudio at dusk. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

Zevran was weak. Too weak to squash down their suspended disbelief and keep them level-headed, and he was too weak to immerse himself fully and embrace the danger that came with it. However he approached it, he had lost before he had even started. 

But Rinna’s warm, soft leg was resting against his, and her chest was rising and falling with her breaths, and she smelled like cedarwood and freshly-oiled leather, and all that had to count for something, even removed from any context relating to the future.

He acknowledged her comment with a smile that he couldn’t help but mean, and held the fish over the flames.

  Zevran hummed to get Rhodri’s attention as he approached her with a pan in his hand. That had been all it took to get her looking over at him, which in turn revealed that she had been keeping half an eye on him the entire time he had been awake and cooking the empanadas.

Rhodri grinned as Zevran sat down beside her. “I could smell good things from all the way over here. You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

“I have!” He took the pan and set it down on the grass in front of them. “I was seized with the urge to cook, and there was nothing to do but fulfil it.”

Her eyes widened as they fell on the empanadas. “Oh, my,” she breathed. “You have inpaniare in Antiva?”

Zevran chuckled. “Not with bear meat, but empanadas are a well-loved dish back at home.” He pointed his nose at the pan. “I do hope you will try some? I would not trust Fereldans to give me proper feedback on them.” He shook his head and put on a harassed, melodramatic tone, “‘Ah, the meat is not grey!’ ‘Ah, this spice, Zevran, what do you call it? Salt? Too hot!’ ‘Ah, not enough cheese!”

“Hah,” Rhodri snorted and took one. “I’d like to be able to stand up for Alistair in that regard, but he has said all of those things verbatim at some point or another.” 

She took a bite of the empanada and froze. Chewed once. Twice. Three times; swallowed. Her eyes were white on all sides, but her pupils were wide enough to crowd out her irises altogether as she fixed her gaze on it.

“Oh no,” she uttered weakly. “Oh, I’m in trouble now. What on earth did you do to make such ordinary ingredients this good?”

Zevran smirked, took an empanada for himself and nibbled the corner off it. “Hm. Not bad, though I say so myself.” He nodded at the pan again. “You should eat some more, my dear Warden. Aren’t you hungry?”

Rhodri’s belly interrupted her ‘that’s not for you to worry about’ with a decidedly loud rumble; she scowled down at her torso. 

“That answers that,” Zevran declared smoothly. “Do please help me finish these.”

She squinted at him. “I think you should be eating the rest on your own. Now that it’s getting colder, you’ll need to eat more to keep the flesh on you.”

“Maybe so! But my stomach can only hold what it has room for, and what of the empanadas I cannot eat?” He caught her eye and gave her a sad little look. “You do not want them to sit here alone in this pan on a cold night, surely. Not you, Rhodri.”

Rhodri’s mouth fell open. “Are… are you trying to make me feel sympathy for inanimate objects?”

He grinned. “Is it working?”

“... Yes.”

“Excellent.” He made a cutting motion over the pan. “Leave these four for me, and you can eat the rest. Ah, Rhodri, you wound me with your looks! All right, I will have five. Does that please you?”

Rhodri ate the rest of her empanada and folded her arms, watching him beadily. She chewed her mouthful and swallowed it. “Six.”

“Six?”

“Six,” she nodded.

“Five-and-a-half?”

“Six.”

Zevran sighed and nodded. “I will be so full you will need to roll me back to my tent, my dear Warden.”

Rhodri snorted. “I’m sure we can arrange something. Eat, please, and be thankful my father isn’t here right now. You'd never hear the end of it." Her face took on a dramatically pained look as she spoke in a thick Tevinter accent, "Ah, Domine, tell me this portion is for a fly! You are so thin, so thi-hi-hiiin! Do not stand too close to the fireplace, I fear I may confuse you for the fire poker!"

Zevran cackled, chewing hard on his lips in a failed attempt to button it in. "Does your father speak that way to everyone?"

"Mmm… he probably wouldn't say it to a stranger, but I think he'd consider anyone else fair game. You, certainly. He worries for the thin, you see." Rhodri chuckled and rubbed her chin. "He might have passed that on to me, now that I think about it." 

He chanced a smile. "I did get that impression."

She smiled back. “Then you had better get on and eat well now, before we get back to Minrathous and I’m forced to take you to emergency banquets.”

“There is no such thing,” he shook his head and took another bite of empanada. “Surely not.”

“Would you like to find out the hard way?”

Zevran snickered. “My goodness, the life of the wealthy is another world entirely.”

She grinned. “I will say that money is an excellent cure for thinness.”

“Mmm, I am sure it is an excellent cure for most every issue, no?”

Rhodri went quiet, frowning as she took another empanada. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and let it out, and before Zevran could backtrack (after all, did money undo what had happened at the Circle? Why did he say such thoughtless things?) Rhodri spoke again.

 “It could well be,” she murmured absently, biting into her empanada. The frown melted away again, and she chuckled like nothing had happened. “Maker, Zev, these are bloody good.”

When, in the name of sanity, were they going to get into the middle of this bloody forest? 

Or were they already there? It had become hard to say. The party hadn’t encountered the werewolves again since the encounter three days prior. What it had continually met with was that bloody mist. As if out of nowhere, it would appear ahead of them, as if in a wall, and the party would be forced to turn back and try another route. 

“What if we just tried… going through the fog?” Alistair said to Rhodri. “Maybe it’s just there to deter people. If that mist was what helped to get the werewolves away from us, whatever we’re looking for might be just beyond this.”

“Or,” Morrigan spoke up from behind, “Something lies waiting for us to do something so foolhardy, and attack us when our vision is at its worst. This is clearly the work of spirits within the forest.”

Rhodri sighed. “I wonder how many more routes we can exhaust before we’re left with no other option than to try. Sometimes it almost feels like the forest is rearranging itself when we’re not looking…”

“Take another track, Waren,” Morrigan insisted. “‘Tis possible we will find the cause of the mist along the way.”

Rhodri looked at the rest of the party. “I am inclined to trust Morrigan’s expertise. Is anyone in disagreement?”

Silence. She nodded. “On we go, then.”

And on they did go. And on. And on. It seemed to be the only thing anyone ever did in this neverending crop of trees and beasts and freezing, spirit-induced fog weather. Winding paths fed into even windier paths, occasionally via a clearing where bones were strewn. A real Brecilian welcome, Zevran thought miserably. Why couldn’t the Dalish have set up camp outside of Rialto?

By the second day, they happened upon their fifth clearing, which was kept as neat as a pin. Not a bone or corpse in sight. Nothing but a roaring campfire off to one side–

A roaring campfire off to one side?

“Stay behind me,” Rhodri’s shield was up before the one presumed to own the fire, a redheaded elven man who wouldn’t have been much older than Zevran, stepped out from behind a boulder. He was, to Zevran’s astonishment, in the same leather armour the Dalish favoured, but his face had not been tattooed with their vallaslin. 

The fellow held up his hands and called out to them in a gentle, clear voice, “Friends, turn back please. These woods are a danger to–”

He was cut off by a gasp from Wynne that had the whole party turning to look at her. She pushed past Rhodri and Zevran, and her eyes were filling with tears.

“Aneirin?” she asked. “Is that you?”

The man frowned. “I… am Aneirin, yes. Who–? No, wait.” His mouth fell open “I remember your face. You were more impulsive, stern… Wynne?”

More stern? Zevran could have snorted– and in fact, he very nearly did. But he didn’t, of course, because emotional reunions tended not to take mirth from onlookers well, and there was only so much of those noises Zevran could pass off as a cough or a sneeze. 

The Senior Enchanter kept moving until she was standing in front of Aneirin, watching him like he was her long-lost child (ooh, and wouldn’t that have been a juicy story! A mage’s illicit son, taken away and raised by Brecilian fog beasties!). 

“I thought they had killed you,” she whispered.

Aneirin nodded. “They very nearly did,” he said gravely. “The Templars ran me through out here, while I was searching for the Dalish, and left me for dead.”

Wynne clapped a hand over her mouth and either coughed or sobbed into it a little– Zevran suspected it was the latter of these. Leliana and Alistair passed him and Rhodri to hover around Wynne, dispensing awkward little back pats and sympathetic coos.

“I brought this on you,” Wynne choked. “This is all my fault, Aneirin. How did you even–?”

Aneirin smiled sadly and shook his head. “Do not be so fretful, Wynne. Come, sit with me awhile and I’ll tell you what happened.” He looked past her to the others. “You’re all welcome to join. Please, I’ll make some tea for all of us.”

[cuffmeinblack]

Proposition (v2)

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader x Garreth Weasley

[f!reader version here]

18+, Smut, 4k words

Garreth Weasley was well and truly spoken for, by none other than the gorgeous Ominis Gaunt—a worthy recipient of the Gryffindor's affections, but it stung nevertheless. You'd always got along well with Garreth—conversation was easy, silences (the few that happened) were comfortable. The flirting had always been reciprocated, of that you were sure, and interestingly hadn't stopped despite his entanglement with the blond Slytherin.

Whilst you spent less time with him these days, you tended to have Garreth all to yourself during your shared Herbology lessons and the evenings when Ominis found himself occupied with his own best friend. The Gryffindor common room was a cosy sanctuary for you, and the place you first met the self-professed potions prodigy. It continued to be the place where you relaxed after the stresses of exam preparation, and whiled away the hours in the company of your favourite redhead.

He was so easy to be around, and ever so easy on the eye. As was Ominis—they made quite the striking pair, and you liked Ominis very much. Your proximity to Garreth meant you'd spent more and more time in his company over the past few months. He had a wry sense of humour you enjoyed and was exceptionally kind to your best friend.

However, he'd barely spoken to you outside of the company of Garreth, so when you found him waiting for you after your Quidditch practice, your mind immediately started assuming the worst. 

He was leaning against the stands, twirling his wand and looking somewhat distracted, which stopped you in your tracks.

"Ominis? Everything okay?" you asked, clutching your broom tightly.

"Ah, yes," he replied with a faraway smile, "I wondered if you might accompany me back to the castle? I have a…proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you asked curiously.

"Mmm, of a rather sensitive nature. I'm aware of how attracted Garreth is to you."

Your mouth fell open, completely dumbstruck by the admission. You'd always suspected, of course, but for it to be so bluntly spoken by his own partner had you unable to mutter a reply.

"I assume the feeling is mutual?" he continued.

"Oh, well, yes. Of course, I'd never interfere with your relationship if that's what this is about."

Ominis chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand me. I'm asking if you'd like to join us."

"Join…you?"

"In the bedchamber."

You inhaled sharply as you watched him, his face giving absolutely nothing away. His expression had returned to one of complete seriousness, and Ominis didn't seem the type to jest about something like this.

"Of course I would say yes, if the invitation was genuine."

"Oh yes, very genuine."

"What's in it for you?"

Ominis came to a stop in the courtyard to face you, his head tilted as he considered the question.

"I enjoy how worked up Garreth gets around you," Ominis replied with a smirk, stepping forward. "I'm quite curious myself."

The back of Ominis' fingers glided over your cheek with a featherlight touch, leaving you weak at the knees as you lost your frantic thoughts in his cloudy blue eyes.

"So, will you?" he prompted.

"Yes. Yes, of course," you muttered quietly, almost a whimper as his hand drifted along your jaw.

"We'll be seeing you, then. I look forward to it," he said, withdrawing his hand and turning to leave.

You were left standing alone in the courtyard feeling dazed, like you'd just been offered the forbidden fruit by a very enticing snake. There was no doubt in your mind that you'd take it, and relish every second.

-

The evening after the strange encounter, you found yourself curled up by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, your head resting in Garreth's lap as it often did and his hands idly stroking your hair. It wasn't usually anything more than a comforting gesture bestowed upon a friend, but your conversation with Ominis had certainly thrown it into a new light. 

You were now painfully aware of every one of Garreth's reactions to you—his every blush at your flirtatious remarks, his lingering gaze that followed you and scanned your body as you lay on the sofa. The fact that your head was now situated in his lap, right next to his…well…with any luck, you'd be exploring that part of him later that evening, something which filled you with nervous anticipation, but more so, giddy excitement.

You'd not actually spoken about the proposition other than setting a time and place (the Room of Requirement, of course)—rather, you'd spent your evening in much the same way as you usually would have, except now there was an almost unbearable tension between you. You were inexorably drawn towards him, and your closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by your housemates who gave you curious glances and raised eyebrows.

"Should we go and meet Ominis?" you said, looking up at Garreth, who ceased his gentle stroking.

He nodded and swallowed thickly as you sat up, fixing your hair. It wasn't like Garreth to be so quiet, but he was completely attentive to you, following your every move. You couldn't resist biting your lower lip, his gaze falling to your mouth—he wanted you, that much was clear by the way his eyes dragged lazily back to meet yours, glittering and full of fire.

Exiting the common room through the awkwardly small hole in the wall, you walked together to the Room of Requirement situated up several flights of steep steps in the astronomy wing. Ominis was already waiting for you as you arrived, casually leaning against the wall, looking as if he was waiting for nothing more interesting than Charms class.

“Hello, you,” Garreth said, crossing the hallway to Ominis.

Ominis made a peaceful hum in his throat and smiled as he pushed off of the wall and Garreth slid a hand around his waist to greet him with a tender kiss.

“Good evening,” he greeted.

Garreth glanced at the blank wall, then back at you, waiting.

"You want me to call the room?" you asked.

"Well, you know it best. And…you know what we need."

You nodded, muttering an agreement before you started pacing the corridor, picturing the layout of the room in your mind. You needed…complete privacy, obviously. Comfort. A large bed. Soft lighting. The romantic image flooded your thoughts and the door shimmered into existence in front of you, the ornate detailing snaking through the brickwork. 

Ominis was the first to approach, with no hesitation he pushed open the door and you followed behind him, with Garreth at your heels. 

"I hope this is okay," you said, blushing furiously.

Ominis ran his hand over the plush bedspread and smiled as Garreth gazed around the large bedroom, his eyes eventually falling on Ominis' as he approached.

"Well, no time like the present, hm?" Ominis said, snaking a hand around Garreth's neck and pressing their lips together.

Garreth was caught off guard but sank into the kiss quickly, his head tilting with a soft moan, his hands pulling Ominis closer.

You'd seen them kiss before, of course, but the raw passion they displayed in front of you now was deeply arousing. Gone were the chaste kisses they exchanged in the school corridors, now their bodies pressed together with not a sliver between them. 

Ominis' hands were already busy undressing Garreth, who seemed preoccupied with messing up Ominis' hair as much as possible as they shared the deepening kiss. You weren't quite sure what to do with yourself until Ominis held out a hand towards you.

"Don't be shy, you're not just here to watch, I hope," he teased.

With a deep breath, you took his hand as Garreth watched you approach, now bare-chested and flushed. His broad shoulders and chest were smattered with hundreds of freckles just like his face, and you licked your lips as your eyes ran over him unashamedly.

Ominis guided you next to him, his delicate hand wrapping around your neck, tracing your jaw to find your moistened lips. With a smile, he leaned in to meet them with his own, kissing you gently. 

You'd not thought about what it would be like to kiss Ominis nearly as much as you'd fantasised about Garreth, but you were by no means disappointed. His lips were soft and inviting, his kisses gentle but exciting—your stomach flipped as he flicked his tongue over your lower lip, seeking entrance into your mouth.

You tilted your head and parted your lips, meeting his tongue with a soft moan as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His attention was now completely on you, apparently eager to undress you—whether for his own or Garreth's benefit, you weren't sure, and didn't much care. 

You sneaked a look over at Garreth, your lips breaking from Ominis who began attacking your neck instead as your shirt fell to the floor.

Garreth was watching you both, his breathing heavy as his fingers traced the growing bulge in his trousers. A groan snaked its way up your throat at the sight of him and he took it as an invitation. His warm hands were suddenly all over you, in your hair and gripping your waist as his lips met yours with a fierce hunger.

Ominis had made his way around behind you and was working to rid you of your underwear, his slender fingers teasing the fabric off of you. You moaned into Garreth's mouth as they slid down your legs to the floor, your throbbing erection exposed, Ominis wasting no time in reaching around to replace the shedded garment with his hand. 

Wrapping his fingers around you, he slowly tugged the base of your cock, precum leaking from your head with every firm squeeze. He dragged his thumb over your head to spread your arousal, humming against your neck all the while.

"Mmmph, you feel good," he whispered.

The relief was instantaneous as he started pumping your cock with a steady rhythm—you hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you were until Ominis had started to unravel the tension with his firm grip. 

The kisses you exchanged with Garreth grew sloppier, heated and tongue-heavy as your moans filled each other's mouths. You worked to release his straining erection from his trousers as Ominis' own hard length pressed into your behind, your hips instinctively shifting backwards to tease him.

As Garreth pulled his trousers down, his cock finally sprang free and you chanced a glance down, whimpering as you set eyes on him. His hand on your waist grabbed hungrily, his fingertips digging into you as you placed a firm grip on his length, your fingers nowhere close to touching as they wrapped around his girth. 

Your head was dizzy with desire, his cock so tantalising you wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth to taste him.

“Mmmph, Garreth,” you moaned.

Ominis nibbled the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and causing a jerk of your hand. Garreth groaned as you squeezed his length, his fingers digging painfully into your behind as you dragged your fingers down his length before starting a slow and steady rhythm that matched the one Ominis was setting.

Ominis had released his own erection from the confines of his trousers, gently thrusting against your bare behind, seeking that friction by gliding between your cheeks. You felt his sticky precum leaking onto your back, and the image made you salivate—you were so eager to find out how Ominis looked underneath those immaculate clothes.

You were drowning in pleasure from all angles, unable to take in any individual sensation. Lips and hands were on your skin, building your orgasm with almost practiced ease. Moans, gasps, sighs and groans filled the air like the swell of a beautiful chorus. The scents surrounding you; musk, tea, cinders and something distinctly sweet, mixed with sweat and arousal, created a heady and intoxicating assault on your sense of smell.

Your head fell back onto Ominis’ shoulder as you were overwhelmed, barely able to hold your weight up—your legs began to shake as you watched Garreth with hazy eyes.

Garreth's eyes flicked from you to Ominis, seemingly torn by the choice. With a lick of his lips, he leaned his torso forward and reached behind you, pulling Ominis into a deep kiss. Their faces were almost pressed against yours as you were sandwiched between their warm bodies. You whined at the sight, pumping Garreth’s cock faster in reaction.

"Hah- oh, fuck," Garreth moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

"I think perhaps we should put Garreth out of his misery," Ominis whispered in your ear, his slender fingers continuing to work miracles on your swollen length.

His melodic voice sent a shiver down your neck as his free hand made its way behind you, gripping his erection and parting your cheeks with his head. You yelped in surprise as he grunted and spread his own warm, wet precum around your entrance.

"Hm, naughty boy," he teased. "Do you want Garreth's cock inside you?"

"Yes, yes. More than anything."

"Pay attention to him."

Your eyes lazily fell back on Garreth who was watching you with parted lips and an intense gaze as he closed the distance between your faces, pressing his lips to yours. Oh, his lips. So soft and inviting and everything you'd hoped for. Your heart fluttered as he drew your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently.

Ominis had found his wand and you heard him muttering an incantation behind your back. His fingers once again slid between your cheeks, this time warm and sopping wet as they circled your tight hole. With slight pressure, a digit pressed inside you as Ominis resumed the gentle kisses on your neck, willing you to relax.

You let out a sigh and Ominis slowly slid another finger inside as his cock twitched against your behind. Your hand almost faltered, jerking slightly and causing Garreth to moan into your mouth, his hand flying to the back of your neck to grip you tightly.

Ominis' fingers pressed inside you, stretching, curling and teasing until you were limp and gasping for more. You'd thought it was an internal thought but apparently you really had been begging, out loud.

"I think he's ready for you, my love," Ominis said, chuckling.

Garreth had already shed the remainder of his clothes and fallen back onto the bed, frantically scrambling into the centre.

"Come here, I need to feel you."

You stared at him as he waited for you, your mouth agape. His skin was flushed, chest heaving and cock twitching with desire. This is what you'd thought about for so long, wasn't it? Granted, it hadn't involved Ominis but you absolutely weren't complaining about the addition of the assertive blond Slytherin.

Ominis sensed your…was it trepidation?...and gently felt for your arm, running his fingers down to clasp your fingers together. He gently led you to the bed and sat on the edge as you climbed onto the mattress and across to Garreth's waiting lap.

"Turn around, on your hands and knees," Ominis said quietly. "Trust me."

Garreth gave a low moan as you obeyed the command and knelt in front of him, facing away from his face with a slight longing regret. You peered back at him as he chewed his lip and stared shamelessly at your exposed behind. His hand roamed your hips as he pushed you gently forward, gripping his stiff and dripping erection.

His head parted your cheeks as you shuddered before he rested at your entrance. Garreth kept his eyes on you, watching for your reaction as he slowly pressed his swollen head into you, a moan leaving your lips as he stretched you so satisfyingly. The groan that fell from his mouth was one of sweet relief as you took his length slowly, inch by inch, until you were sat flush against his skin.

You gave Garreth a small nod and he gripped your hips as he began a slow rhythm. The angle was fantastic, perfect, hitting you just right and drawing soft moans of ecstasy from your mouth with every thrust of his hips.

You’d thought your attention would be focused solely on Garreth, but Ominis was making it very difficult not to divert your lustful gaze. He'd finished undressing, discarding his creased shirt and tie to the floor, and you could just now appreciate his slender form. 

Your eyes drifted over the beauty marks that flecked his chest, following the fine blond hair down to his navel, landing on his lengthy manhood, standing proud and glistening with arousal. Ignoring his twitching erection, Ominis made his way to your side, feeling his way along the bed and trailing warm fingers up your body as you inhaled sharply at his touch.

Your fingers gripped the bed sheets and you whined as Garreth began picking up the pace, pulling you back just that little bit harder at the bottom. Ominis' cock was almost level with your head, and you reached out with one hand to grasp him, almost falling off balance.

Ominis chuckled at your eagerness, instead sitting on the bed and shifting towards you until your mouth hovered over his cock. Lowering yourself into your elbows, Garreth groaned at the new angle as you kissed Ominis' length, working your way down to his tight balls.

You were practically drooling, kissing and lapping at his sac as he inhaled sharply, his cock twitching eagerly. His slender fingers ran through your hair, tugging you off of him with a whine.

"Tell me how good he feels," he said.

"He feels incredible, fuck, he's so big."

Ominis chuckled knowingly in response.

"I knew he'd like you this way." He whispered. "I thought he'd enjoy watching his cock impaling you."

Your face burned and head dizzied at Ominis' sultry voice uttering such sinful words. You hadn't expected him to be so teasing, so assertive, so…well, Slytherin.  You'd always seen the calm, composed and sweet side of him, despite his sharp tongue and witty banter. This was a side you certainly hadn't expected in the bedchamber, but you were absolutely enthralled.

You looked back at Garreth, who was doing exactly as Ominis had suggested, completely entranced watching his length slide inside you.

"Mmmph-ah, yes, yes," Garreth muttered as you gave your hips a teasing wiggle.

Garreth gave your behind a hard smack and you yelped, your skin stinging, only further spurring him on. He picked up the pace, slamming into your behind harder and harder until you were groaning so loudly you could no longer hear the slapping of your skin. 

"Uhh-mmm, you feel so good."

With renewed vigour, he gripped your waist hard, holding you in place whilst his hips bucked, fucking you mercilessly with lustful growls—you only managed to keep your balance as you leaned on top of Ominis, your body almost limp and full to the brim with sheer euphoria.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you reached your climax, pleasure rippling through your entire body, from your feet all the way to your dizzying head. Your cock dribbled with every undulating wave as they washed over you, whilst your face pressed into Ominis’ hip, giving you a glorious view of his manhood.

Garreth was muttering expletives behind you as he continued to thrust into you, the spasms around your entrance gripping his length hard.

“Mmmmph, fuck, I’m going to c-come…,” he groaned.

You peered back at his breathless and dishevelled form, his copper hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He met your eyes for just a second before they scrunched shut and he tensed, legs shaking, and you felt his cock twitch and explode inside you.

His forceful orgasm filled you as he collapsed onto your back, wrapping an arm around you to grip your neglected length as he slowed his thrusts. With a few rough tugs, you shot the last of your seed all over the bed sheets, making an unholy mess beneath you. 

Ominis’ hands were still tangled in your hair, stroking and pulling as he waited patiently for you both to recover. Your mind was hazy, having just experienced the most mind-boggling orgasm of your life, but you were brought out of your reverie when Garreth pulled himself out of you with a groan, collapsing back on the bed.

You peered up at Ominis, tentatively lifting yourself up on shaking arms. Feeling your hot breath on his face, Ominis tugged your hair to pull your face towards him, his tongue delving into your mouth as you struggled for breath. The cacophony was exhilarating as your ears filled with the wet slaps of his hand pumping his cock amongst Garreth's breathless gasps and your muffled moans. 

You were exhausted but absolutely captivated watching Ominis—the usually so composed Slytherin now writhing with pent-up arousal as he tugged at his length. His pale skin was flushed across his cheeks and chest, his lips pink and deliciously swollen from the kisses you'd exchanged. 

"You want to, don't you? The way you're looking at him…" Garreth whispered in your ear, breaking you out of your haze.

"Yes," you sighed.

You let out a whimper as Ominis' cock twitched and he smirked, holding out a hand for you. Your mouth was on his hard length in seconds, soft moans filling the room as you licked and lapped at his head.

He tasted divine. You took more of him in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. With each bob of your head you took him in further, suctioning your cheeks to create the mind–altering pressure that made him growl and grip your hair hard.

You could have stayed worshipping his manhood for hours, teasing and exploring every inch and angle as you pleased, but he was already close judging by his breathless moans and twitching hips.

"More, please, just like that…," Ominis gasped.

You continued your rhythm as Ominis tensed underneath you, his hand now painfully gripping your hair and drawing a whine from deep in your throat. The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he met his release with a loud groan and thrust of his hips.

His cock hit the back of your mouth as he finished, strings of hot cum filling your cheeks and shooting down your throat as you gagged and gasped, tears streaming down your face. Despite the unexpected attack on your reflex, you were feeling immensely satisfied as you gazed up at Ominis' heaving chest and burning face.

The last of his release met your tongue with a gentle squeeze at the base of his shaft, your tongue dragging over his sensitive head. He shuddered and finally released your hair, your scalp left sore and hair a complete mess.

Your heart pounded as you finally retreated, wiping the mess from your lips as delicately as possible with a swipe of your thumb. Exhaustion had well and truly hit you, your heart pounding and head swimming as you collapsed onto the bed next to Ominis.

Garreth fell beside you, all three of you breathing heavily. Draping your leg over him, you snaked your hand around his waist and rested your head on his burning chest, slick with sweat as Ominis hummed contentedly and pressed himself into your back. He draped his arm over both of you, his fingers stroking circles on Garreth's stomach.

"You were fantastic," Ominis muttered in your ear, planting soft kisses on the back of your neck.

"You were," Garreth agreed, pressing his lips to your damp forehead.

"I'm not sure what my expectations were but I think that surpassed even my wildest ones," you said with a grin.

"I…wish we could do that again," Garreth murmured.

"Can we not? I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed myself," Ominis replied.

You let the question hang in the air as you lay entwined together in the post-sex haze with drunken smiles on your faces, exchanging kisses until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. With deep sighs, you fell asleep one by one, each wondering if this was the start of something much more permanent than either of you had expected.