#thank me for the gloriousness after you watch

[kendrysaneela]

I love how every time I go into the Doctor Odyssey tag there’s always someone like “THE THROUPLE IS REAL? I THOUGHT IT WAS A HEADCANON? CANON THROUPLE ON NETWORK TELEVISION?” So I am here to tell y’all. Yes it is real we have a real confirmed canon slowburn throuple on network television at primetime my gays. Polyamory on prime time and yes they use the word polyamory onscreen MULTIPLE TIMES. It is glorious and you can watch it on Disney Plus or Hulu. Their ship name is Ody3. It’s on ABC on Thursdays at 9 PM EST. It’s on midseason hiatus right now but it’ll be back March 6. It is glorious.

[doumadono]

For sinful sunday (I literally pray so my prompt gets some votes lol) - how about showering with Touya/Dabi???

Warnings: smut w/o plot, shower smut, rough smut, pussy fingering, oral (m receiving), fem villain!reader, established relationship, some spanking, quirk usage

A/N: this request got the third highest number of votes during the second Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA

It was hard to be a villain. 

The life you had chosen was not for the faint-hearted, and it had taken everything from you, leaving only a raw, jagged determination to fight back. 

Giran had seen that spark in you, the way your eyes had blazed with untamed fury when you crossed paths in a seedy alley one rainy night. 

You had been on the run, a fugitive without a cause, and he had offered you an opportunity — a chance to join the League of Villains. It hadn't taken much convincing. After all, you had nothing left to lose.

Joining the League wasn't easy. You had to prove your worth through countless trials, showing that you could stand your ground amidst the chaos. 

The League was a motley crew of outcasts and renegades, each with their own dark pasts and twisted motives. 

The first time you met Dabi, he barely acknowledged your presence, dismissing you as just another unnecessary mouth to feed. But your persistence, unwavering determination, exceptional combat skills and quick thinking caught his attention.

Beneath the animosity, there was an undeniable attraction, a pull that neither of you could resist.

He was tough, abrasive, and often cruel, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at you — a flicker of comprehension, a hint of appreciation.

You were both broken, scarred by the world, and your shared pain forged a bond that transcended words. 

Your relationship with Dabi had started with friction, but over time, the rough edges had smoothed, revealing a raw and intense connection. You found solace in each other's darkness. 

The hideout was silent, save for the creaking pipes and the distant hum of city life. 

You and Dabi returned after a particularly grueling mission. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, leaving you restless and on edge. 

The mission had been challenging, pushing both of you to your limits. Your muscles ached, and the grime and sweat clung to your skin, making you long for the solace of a shower, to feel clean again. 

Unfortunately, the building's hot water supply had failed. Again. 

Frustration welled up inside you, but the need to feel clean overrode your reluctance.

Stripping off your dirty clothes, you stepped into the cramped bathroom and unscrewed the tap in a shower stall. A shiver ran through you as the icy water hit your skin, drawing a whine from your lips. "Dammit," you muttered, hugging yourself for warmth, already shivering all over the body from the overwhelming cold. The icy water was unbearable, but you forced yourself to endure it, trying to wash away the remnants of the day.

The bathroom door creaked open, and you turned to see Dabi leaning casually against the frame, a smirk playing on his lips. "Cold, huh?" he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Yeah, no thanks to this shitty plumbing," you replied, teeth chattering.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up in that infuriatingly attractive way. He pushed off the doorframe and sauntered towards you. "Let me fix that for you."

You watched, captivated, as he undressed tantalizingly slowly. His white t-shirt came off first, revealing the patchwork of scars that adorned his torso, each one a testament to his brutal past. Next came his dark pants, sliding down his long legs with deliberate seduction. Finally, he stepped out of his boxers, leaving him gloriously bare, his cock you loved so much resting snuggly against his upper thighs.

Dabi stepped into the shower behind you. The cold water didn't seem to bother him; his quirk made him immune to such discomforts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "Can't let you freeze to death, can I?"

His quirk activated, his body heating instantly, and the water transformed from icy to blissfully warm. Steam rose around you, enveloping you in a sultry haze. The shower and bathroom felt like a sauna, the air thick with dampness.

You turned in his arms, pressing your body against his, squeezing your breasts against his chest. The heat from his quirk seeped into your skin, and you moaned softly at the delicious warmth. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes as the hot water soothed your aching muscles. But then, you felt his rough hands on your hips, pulling you closer. Your eyes snapped open to find him staring down at you, his gaze intense and filled with hunger.

Dabi's hands roamed over your back, trailing fire in their wake.

"Thanks, I needed that," you breathed, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

His response was immediate and hungry, his mouth devouring yours with a fervor that left you dizzy. His tongue teased yours, a dance of dominance and submission. 

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

As you two kissed, your hand drifted downward, brushing against the length of his cock. 

His breath hitched slightly, a low growl rumbling from his chest as you grasped his cock, stroking him slowly. 

The feel of him, firm and hot, growing hard and throbbing in your hand, sent a jolt of desire through your body, making your pussy wet. You couldn’t stop thinking about having this dick buried in your tight cunt, stretching your velvety walls to their limits.

The desire was so violent it seemed devouring your entire being.

His eyes darkened with lust, and he bucked slightly into your hand, the rhythm of your movements drawing a ragged moan from him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with an intense, burning need even though his damp bangs fell directly into his eyes. "You’re playing with fire," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Maybe I like getting burned," you whispered back, your voice a sultry whisper.

You kept on stroking his cock, occasionally brushing its mushroom head with your thumb as the two of you kept on kissing. Your other hand moved to his ball sack, where you gently massaged him, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from Dabi’s lips.

You moaned as his needy hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit with a fierce intensity. Dabi was impatient, and you could feel it in every urgent stroke. Soon, his long, middle finger slipped into your slick entrance, gently brushing your inner walls as he finger fucked you.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, leaving a path of scorching kisses that made you moan softly. “You’re so fucking wet.” His thumb started brushing against your folds, pressing on them and flicking against them, making you a moaning mess.

Your body arched against him, craving more of his touch, more of the heat that only he could provide. "Dabi, please..." you begged, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Impatient, aren't we?" 

“Please,” you whined, trying to make him slip another finger in your needy hole.

“Suck my dick and you’ll be rewarded,” he cooed, gently slapping your hand, pushing it off his one. as he brought his finger that was previously buried in you to his mouth, licking it clean. “Tasty as always.”

You knelt down before Dabi. The water flowed down your face and body, making your skin glisten with moisture. He looked down at you with a devious grin spreading across his face.

You began by gently kissing his inner thighs, teasing him with soft, wet kisses. 

He let out a soft moan.

Next, you wrapped your hand around the base of his hardening cock, enjoying the feeling of its weight in your hand. The water from the showerhead made it slippery and smooth, making your task all the more pleasurable. 

You then leaned forward, parting your lips to take the head of his cock into your mouth. 

He hissed through his teeth, hissing, "Fuck, yes," as you began to suck on the tip of his cock.

You swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit. It was a taste you had grown to love, and it only served to heighten your own arousal. You took his entire length into your mouth shortly after, your lips sliding down his shaft as your tongue swirled around him.

Dabi's moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. You could feel his hands on the back of your head, guiding your movements and urging you to take him deeper.

You moved your hand in sync with your mouth, stroking the base of his cock as you sucked on the head. You paused for a moment, looking up at him.

His eyes were partially closed, and his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy. 

You knew that he was close to the edge, so you decided to take it up a notch.

You took his cock into your mouth once more, using your hand to massage his balls as you pushed his dick as deep down your throat as you could, gagging yourself. You could feel his balls tighten, a sure sign that he was about to cum.

Dabi let out a loud moan, his cock twitching as he erupted into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” he growled.

You swallowed every drop of his thick seed, savoring the taste of his cum as you milked his cock for every last drop. Still on your knees, you looked up at him smiling sweetly, your lips still wet and sticky with his cum.

Dabi smirked down at you, pulling you up to your feet. But then, he lifted you slightly so you could wrap your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the shower wall. 

“Dabi, please, I need you!”

He met your gaze, his turquoise eyes burning with desire. "I love it when you beg," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face. He nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, marking you as his. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him on. “Fuck me,” you whispered, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured against your collarbone, his breath hot and teasing as he lined his cock with your tight entrance.

Without another word, he pushed his cock into your pussy with a single, powerful thrust. 

You cried out, your back arching as pleasure and pain mingled in a heady rush. 

Dabi set a relentless pace. His large hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove deeper, harder. “So fucking tight,” he murmured.

The cool tiles pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he pinned you in place, fucking you rough, just the way he liked.

Your breaths mingled, ragged and urgent, as the tension built within you. You could barely catch your breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to anchor yourself. "Dabi," you moaned, your voice a mixture of desperation and bliss. "Don't stop."

His lips curled into a smirk at your words, and he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss. 

You could taste the salt of your combined sweat and the faint metallic tang of his tongue piercing.

He broke the kiss to nip at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't stop," he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down your spine. "Not until you scream my name." His grip tightened on your hips, and he angled his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You whined pathetically like a cheap whore. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

His hips pistoned into yours, his veiny cock brushing against all your sweet spots as he fucked you rough. 

Your eyes rolled back into your skull whenever the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix, making you wetter with every passing second. You were glad he was fucking you in the shower; otherwise, he’d leave you a total mess, too exhausted to clean yourself. You slipped one of your hands between your bodies to rub little circles around your clit for more friction, rolling your head back to rest it against the tiles as the pleasure made you shiver and moan.

Dabi chuckled darkly, squeezing the meat of your ass before spanking it hard enough to leave an imprint of his hand. "That's my little cockslut," he praised, nibbling your earlobe.

When he hit that particularly sweet spot of yours a few times in a row, you couldn’t help it. With a cry, you squirted, your release mixing with the water cascading around you, staining his shredded abdomen.

Dabi chuckled, licking his lips. "That's it, little matchbox, that's my good girl. Is daddy making you feel that good?”

“Y-yes,” you whined, burying your head in the crook of his neck, feeling all shy out of sudden. “I… I wanna cum…”

Dabi chuckled and hissed after feeling your pussy clamping down on his cock. "Daddy's going to make you cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, you both shattered, the release crashing over you like a tidal wave. 

Your pussy convulsed around his cock as if it tried to milk all of his cum, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. 

Dabi held you tightly, riding out his own peak with a guttural moan. Before he cum though, he withdrew from you, and jerked himself a few times, coming all over your abdomen with a loud groans escaping his lips.

As the aftershocks subsided, you clung to each other, the steam slowly dissipating around you. 

Dabi's forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and soothing. "Feeling clean now?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "Yeah, I guess… I feel even more tired, but damn, it was worth it.”

He kissed you gently, a tender contrast to the intensity of moments before. "Anytime, little matchbox. I fucking love you.”

You chuckled, gently stroking up and down his toned chest and abdomen. “And I love you too, my edgy arsonist.”

A frown crossed his forehead, but he let out a soft chuckle. "Well, this time I'll let it slip, but call me that again and I'll have to punish you."

You nodded, and the two of you began washing yourselves.

No matter how hard it was to be a villain, facing it together made it all worthwhile.

[honeylullaby]

need a full length daddy kink smut for rupert like i need water

thank u bestie!

“Say my name.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽

18+ FANFIC / HEAVY smut. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

A dense sheet of fog descended over Penscombe Court just after midnight, a celestial body of enchanting stars illuminating the twilight sky. Tucked cosily in your joint bedroom, you examined yourself in the mirror — tendrils of cinnamon brown hair groomed into tight ringlets and dressed in a thin dove grey cami nightdress. Delicate lace lined the hemline of your cleavage, and decorating the split hem up to your pelvis, completed with a small grey bow in the middle of your chest. “Angel, you look far too disturbing.” Rupert growls in that irresistible, husky tone as he emerges from the en suite, dressed only in a plush charcoal black dressing gown.

“Are you going to let me unwrap you?” You ask, slipping onto the black satin sheets of his majestic four-poster bed and crawling towards him. Rupert stood above you, the ties of his dressing gown already undoing themselves. He didn’t respond, but allowed you to tug at the ties, revealing his hard cock, pre-cum glistening at the tip. “Say my name.” He instructed, stroking the top of your head as you gazed up at him with lustful, widened eyes. “Please, daddy. I need you so badly.” You whimpered. Grunting his approval, you swirl your tongue around his tip, relishing in his pleasurable exhales. “Don’t make me beg, angel.” He chastised.

Spurred by your carnal desire to please him, you took his girth into your mouth, forcing his cock to the back of your throat and resisting the urge to gag. “Good girl.” Rupert praised, stroking his fingers through your tresses. Tears escaping from the corner of your eyes, he dug his fingers further into your hair — gripping tightly. “Tell Daddy how bad you want it.” He muttered, his core unwinding at your captivating expression. Through a stuffed mouth, you words left as muffled mutterings, not wanting to remove him even for a second. With his hands thoroughly sunk into your scalp, he thrusted into you at a frightening pace, moaning seductively at every single one of your gags — the tip of his enlarged cock brushing past your tonsils with every thrust.

“Do you want to be seriously naughty, angel?” Rupert questioned, pulling himself from your mouth and watching you wipe your drool away with your svelte arm. “Mhm hmm.” You nod hesitantly. “Lay down.” He instructed, staring in anticipation as you lay on your stomach, waving your behind towards him. Rupert growled under his breath as he hiked your dress up, rolling his eyes in pleasure at your softly-shaven bare arse. The silence was unbearable as he paused, but shivered with delight as he licked from the length of your clit to your arse, leaving a glistening trail behind him. “Tell me you want it, angel.” He reaffirmed, already aligning himself in preparation. “I want it, daddy. I want to be a good girl for you.” You moaned through gritted teeth.

That was all he needed. Hesitantly at first, he forced his way into your rear end, taking a sharp intake of breath. You yelped in delight, instantaneously smacking your hand across your mouth. “Fuck, you’re too big.” You exclaimed, grasping desperately at the silken bed sheets as his tempo increased, stretching your hole. “God, I’m going to make such a mess of you.” He chuckles to himself.

The gloriously clenched constriction of your arse around his cock proved all too much. His thrusts grew frantic, and his moans were indicative of his desire for relief. “Are you gonna cum for me, daddy?” You beg, backing onto him despite the overwhelming sting. “Daddy’s going to fill you up.” Rupert breathed out, unleashing ropes of his cum inside you accompanied by a crescendo of thunderous moans.

Filled up and clambering on fragile limbs, you slowly flipped yourself onto your back, not wanting a single drop to exit your body. “Good girl.” Rupert praised you once more. You had behaved so well.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Be right back," you announced to Rosita and Carol, getting up and rushing to the front door. You couldn't help the wide smile that formed when you realized it was Daryl standing there waiting. "Hi," you greeted him warmly. "What's up?" The heat and humidity of summer had finally broken and given way to a gloriously beautiful autumn day. His wavy brown hair was lightly tousled from the wind.

He seemed nervous, shifting his weight back and forth, turning something copper colored and fuzzy over and over in his hands. "Uhh—just wanted to drop this off for ya..." He thrust the orange something into your hands and your fingers sunk into velvety soft fox fur. A pelt. "I trapped it last year and made it into scarf-kinda thing 'n—the weather's turned now and all. Thought ya might need it." He stood there looking as if he was somehow imposing on you by standing on your front stoop. "Yer always cold, ya know," he drawled, trailing off at the end.

"Thanks," was all you managed and it was woefully inadequate. You were a little surprised by the whole occurrence.

"No problem," he said, ducking his head and turning to rush down your front steps.

"Hey—Daryl!" you called after him. "Rosita and Carol are here. We were just having some drinks... Carol stole some wine from the pantry. If you wanted to come in?"

He looked like he was considering saying yes for a brief moment, chewing on his bottom lip, but he eventually ducked his head. "Nah... ya'll have a good time. I dun wanna get in the way of a girls' night."

He'd already turned to leave again when you said his name once more. "Daryl!" you called after him again. "You're never in the way," you asserted, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

He nodded, one corner of his mouth twitching up. "Thanks. But I'll just see ya around, alrigh'? Dun drink too much," he cautioned you.

You watched him rushing away up the sidewalk and disappeared back inside, turning the fox fur over and over in your hands the same way he had been.

"What's that?" Carol asked as you stepped back into the kitchen.

It took you a moment to even register that she'd said something to you. "Huh? Oh. It's a fox fur scarf. Daryl just dropped it off," you said. "I'm not sure why—but he said the weather's turned and—" Carol and Rosita exchanged a look and you saw it. "What? What was that look?" you asked urgently.

Rosita let out a dry laugh as if the meaning was the most obvious thing in the world. "Hey, stupid. He likes you," she said pointedly.

You stared at her. "He just knows I'm—I get cold easily..." But even you sounded unconvinced.

Carol rolled her eyes and reached for the bottle of wine again. "God, all this denial is making me sick," she joked, shooting you a look. "Daryl Dixon gifting you something he made with his own hands is the equivalent of a male peacock spreading its tail feathers. This is your signal. Earth to Y/N! Do something!"

You felt your cheeks flush. "What am I supposed to do?" you asked rhetorically.

Rosita shoved the unopened bottle of wine toward you on the table, her eyebrows lifting. "Take this over to his room in the basement with two glasses and climb in his bed," she laughed. "That should be obvious enough even for him."

"Stop..." you muttered, still flushing furiously.

Carol finished pouring more wine into her own glass. "Just do something! The man is doing his best and Lord knows he needs some help," she smiled.

Prompt: "Hey, stupid. He likes you." A/N: Fuck, this is cute. Not me wanting to write this as a whole ass fic....

[suga-kookiemonster]

satisfy 06

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 4.8k genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ none, really. just a few suggestive memories and oc having a crisis 👀 a/n⇢ and now, my dear friends, we finally make it to the epilogue! 🥹 thank you to everyone who has stuck with this fic over the years, and i'm extra grateful to everyone who has dropped in my inbox at any point to scream their feelings about it to me--as well as everyone who has enjoyed it enough to reblog and share! 💜💜 you guys are the ones who really keep me coming back to share my writing on this hellsite, and i truly, truly appreciate you for helping keep fandom fun and alive. i hope you've enjoyed this ride as much as i have enjoyed taking you on it! 🥰😈 mood for this chapter is this song~ thanks again, everyone! 💜

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Just as they were scheduled to, your employers jetted off overseas, leaving you to your own devices for the next three weeks. You weren’t going to lie—it felt bizarre for your calendar to be so open after months of near bursting due to constant activity. But honestly? It was truly refreshing to suddenly have so much downtime. And after your last Kim encounter, you definitely felt your break was well-deserved.   

So, you used the sudden breathing room to catch up on other parts of your life that had been suffering. The next few days were spent burrowed beneath the covers and gloriously unconscious, your truly exhausted body ensuring sleep to be your first priority. Initiating the wildest sexual encounter you had ever had—and probably would ever have—on a Thursday meant that you luckily only had to miss one lecture, and you happily did so, knowing the slides would be online for you to look over later. And though you weren’t asleep the entire weekend, even when you were awake, you didn’t part with the comfort of your bed for long—eating takeout in it and watching true crime documentaries in it and actively ignoring the way your skin tingled when your mind strayed to the other activities you had done in it not too long prior. 

(And if you were being honest, it was a little hard to not linger on what you had done. On what you so easily allowed the Kims to do.) 

When you did allow yourself to linger on it, it almost felt like a fever dream. Some abstract, depraved fantasy that your overactive mind had cooked up. But the ache in your muscles, the tenderness of your pussy—these were tangible proof that it had all been real. That the flashes of hot tongues and gasping breaths and shivering pleasure that kept creeping back, no matter how you tried to distract yourself, were memories, not figments of your imagination. You knew you should probably feel some sort of shame over it, but honestly? Other than astonishment that this was what your life had become, other than the expected fatigue—

You only felt satisfied.

Satisfied that your own needs had been spectacularly met, of course, but also with the knowledge that your employers were even more satiated than you, and that you had done that. You couldn’t help but glow with a sense of pride when your doorbell rang one afternoon and you were handed a gorgeous flower arrangement, the corresponding card detailing that the unexpected, expensive gift was from Kim Seokjin. Months ago, you probably would have felt mortified to receive them—especially with the intimate knowledge of what exactly he was thanking you for—but you had earned those flowers, dammit! Earned that, as well as the absurd amount of money Namjoon unceremoniously wired you in between the texts he sent you every few days to check on you. 

You always gave your all to whatever you set out to do, and this was no different. You were a hard worker, period. No one could fault you for being pleased with the successful results of your efforts.     

So yes, you spent those next few days relaxing and recuperating and feeling rewarded. And when you finally felt enough like a human to leave your nest of pillows and blankets, you used your newfound freedom from distractions to catch up on other parts of your life you had been inadvertently ignoring—the first being your schoolwork, and the second, Jimin. 

You did a double-take when your text thread showed that the last time you had messaged him had been a week and a half ago, unbelieving. Though busy, the two of you never went that long without at least checking in, and for him to not reach out either? You couldn’t help but worry that maybe he had forgotten about you. Found someone much more interesting, someone prettier and much more available to be showered with his attention than you. 

But luckily, your slow spiraling was immediately halted when the timid Hey you sent him resulted in his bubbly, smiley face-filled reply barely a second later. 

And so now, there you were, meeting him in person for the first time in over a month.

“Sorry I’m late,” you told him as you approached the table, slightly out of breath from your hustle there. “Traffic was crazy and the Uber driver seemed afraid of driving, or something? Like, this probably isn’t the job for you if driving in the city makes you that nervous.” Because yes, when Jimin asked if you could meet him for dinner, you were surprised when he chose a spot downtown. And you were even more surprised when you finally arrived and realized that said restaurant was apparently an upscale hotspot, especially considering the meals you usually shared together consisted of nothing fancier than takeout or something you could grab from the convenience store.

He immediately stood up to wrap you in his arms, giving you a comforting squeeze that reflexively had you melting into the warmth of him before he let go. God, he smelled good. “Glad you made it in one piece,” came his amused reply, eyes twinkling as he reached over and politely pulled your chair out for you.  

You did your best to tamp down the familiar delighted butterflies that always sprung up within you when you were near him. There was something more pressing that needed to be addressed. “Jimin,” you hissed out the corner of your mouth, warily looking around. “You didn’t tell me this restaurant was so nice! I would’ve dressed up more.” Because as it was, your simple cocktail dress wasn’t really cutting it. The tables had cloth tablecloths that no doubt were removed and washed between each seating. There were multiple chandeliers sparkling from the ceiling, for fuck’s sake! Jimin had told you to wear something more on the nicer side, but he never told you this nice, and you could tell immediately that you were underdressed. You had been so excited to see him again that you just got in the car without even bothering to google the place first. 

Jimin waved a dismissive hand, visibly unbothered as he retook his own seat. For his part, he had actually taken the time to throw on a rather smart blazer over his dress shirt and slacks, his hair carefully styled and slicked back. “You look beautiful, as you always do.”

Your eyes shifted to the table, a shy but pleased smile inching across your lips. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for meeting me. I was worried you’d forgotten about me.”

You couldn’t help the incredulous snort that escaped you. “Me forget about you? No, of course not, Jiminie. I’m sorry for dropping off the face of the earth—I’ve just been so busy—”

Jimin’s raised hand halted your rambling, the gentle crinkle of his eyes calming your frazzled nerves. “Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I totally get it—I was just teasing. I could tell you had a lot going on, and so I just didn’t want to bother you. You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

Didn’t you, though? Would he feel the same way if he knew just what had been taking up all your time? You reflexively swallowed, sifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, school has been running me ragged.” And it’s not a lie. Just not the full truth.

“No kidding. I think I got seven hours of sleep total last week, so like I said, I totally get it.” Before it even registered that he was reaching for you, his hand was already enveloping yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your palm. “I’m just happy we have the chance to get together now. I missed you.” 

You felt yourself immediately soften into putty at his admission. “I’ve missed you too, Jimin,” came your soft reply. Dazedly, you tried your best not to visibly show how much his unexpected touch was making your heartbeat skyrocket, but from the pleased curl of his lips, you weren’t entirely sure you were successful. 

It didn’t matter, because just as easily as he had reached into your space, he was now letting go, pulling his appendage back to his side of the table to pick up his menu.  

As if waiting for a lull in your conversation, the waiter chose that moment to approach your table. “Welcome to Serendipity. Have the two of you dined with us before?”

“I haven’t,” Jimin replied, expectantly looking your way for your response and finding you scrabbling for your menu instead.

“Me neither,” you squeaked, flustered that you had been too busy making heart eyes at Jimin to even give it a cursory browse. “Is there anything you recommend?”

The waiter reached over a little to direct you a slip of paper on your table that had gone unnoticed until this moment. “You can find our current specials here—I’m a big fan of the salmon, but everything on there is excellent. And we’re actually currently running a dinner for two special, that’s been really popular. One appetizer to share, two entrées, and a dessert to share.”

Yes, it didn’t surprise you that that would be popular—along with how nice the restaurant was, you had noticed immediately when walking in that it was filled with couples who were clearly having romantic nights out.

“I think we’re still deciding on food.” Jimin’s voice cut through your thoughts. “But can we please see a wine list?”

Wine? Your brow raised, not opposed, but surprised. In all the time you’ve known each other, alcohol has certainly never been a stranger—you’ve had late night study sessions together, accompanied by chicken and beer; you’ve gotten shitfaced together at bars after particularly rough exams. But something about this felt…different. In this restaurant, much fancier than you anticipated, surrounded by couples, sitting across a candlelit table from where Jimin was poring over a wine selection that you knew had to be really expensive—this was undoubtedly more intimate.  

You idly cleared your throat, not daring to linger too long on the dots your mind couldn’t help but connect. Because it obviously couldn’t be that. It had to be a coincidence.

“_____,” Jimin said, the slight raise in his voice cluing you in that this wasn’t the first time he had tried to get your attention. “How does this one sound?” 

You blinked our of your thoughts, finding both him and the waiter looking at you expectantly. “Whatever you choose is fine!” you croaked, slapping on a smile for good measure.    

“Excellent choice. I’ll bring it right out,” the waiter said with an affirmative tilt of his head, and then the two of you were alone again. 

It was quiet for a bit while you both properly perused your menus, though from the corner of your eye, the curious glances Jimin was sending you didn’t escape your notice. You were acting weird. You were acting weird and he could clearly tell you were acting weird, but ever since you noticed the restaurant’s romantic atmosphere, you couldn’t help it.

“These prices are kinda wild, huh?” came your attempt at normal conversation.

Jimin took it in stride, lips curling in amusement. “Yeah, they’re definitely overcharging for those stuffed mushrooms. But don’t worry about it—I invited you out, so this is my treat.”

You shook your head immediately. “No, no, I can’t let you do that! I was just making a comment. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay.”

He let out a bemused sigh, shaking his head, and if you didn’t happen to be looking directly at him, you might have missed him say under his breath, “You’re not gonna make this date easy for me, huh?”

You immediately choked on your own spit, eyes bugging at what you thought you heard. “D-Date?” you repeated incredulously.

Jimin’s spine went stiff, eyes widening as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You could only watch in amazement as it was his turn to look shy, pointedly averting his gaze to his menu and letting out a chuckle that sounded suspiciously nervous to your bemused ears. When you continued to gape at him, waiting for some sort of explanation, he was forced to continue.

“Yeah,” he hedged cautiously. “That’s what I’d hoped. Would that be a bad thing?”

You couldn’t answer right away, staring him down like he had grown two heads and wondering when he was going to burst out laughing with a Gotcha! You should have seen your face.  

Always one for great timing, the waiter chose that moment to come back with your wine, taking his sweet time pouring it into each of your glasses and cheerfully chatting about the region it came from. You didn’t hear a single word, too focused on the way Jimin studiously avoided your stare, on the noticeable flush that had risen up his neck and was fanning across his cheeks. It was only after you apologetically asked for more time for your meal orders—your mind too frazzled to pick something on the spot—that he left again. Jimin took a long swig from his wineglass.

“Sorry,” he murmured, still not looking at you. “I probably should have let you know my intention beforehand, but I was nervous you wouldn’t come, or I’d chicken out of doing it, or—”

“Your intention?” you parroted dazedly. 

Another generous swallow of wine, the liquid courage coaxing his eyes to meet yours. “I wanted to take you out somewhere really nice,” he admitted. “Show you a good time and work up the nerve to properly ask you out again.”

“On a. Date?” Your lashes fluttered, an involuntary response to your brain short-circuiting. “With me.”

His lips twitched. “Yes, with you, silly.”

“Why?”

“You’re really going to make me say it? Before our food gets here?” He was fiddling with his napkin, but despite his clear nervousness, his gaze was now unwavering and his voice was clear. “Because I like you, _____. I have for a long time.”

These were words that you had only heard him whisper in your wildest dreams, when your subconscious thoughts were no longer being restrained by your common sense. And as such, you could only gape at him, sure you were about to wake up any second.

Your unintentional silence triggered Jimin’s tongue into overdrive, and you could only struggle to make sense of his rambling as he proceeded to tell you how much your friendship meant to him and how he was afraid confessing how he felt would affect it, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. How his feelings for you were growing by the day, and the recent time spent away from you was maddening and only confirmed to him how much he wanted to be with you. And so he felt he had to at least put it out there and try.

And the longer he talked, the more your eyes welled up with horrified tears, panic gripping you by the throat and squeezing, tight, tight.

This was nothing short of a nightmare. 

You would have never agreed to your arrangement with the Kims if you had thought in a million years Jimin would have ever been a serious option for you. 

Absolutely not. You would have swallowed your pride, maybe taken that loan from Tae instead. Would have also taken as many odd jobs as you could to pay him back, would have forgone sleep completely and struggled ten times more than you were now just so you could pay off your debts. Hell, you would have even just fucking dropped out. Would have taken the semester off and attempted to come back whenever you could scrounge up the appropriate funds. 

But never, never ever, would you have done what you had done. 

Because now, not only were you contractually unable to be with the man you’ve—in an attempt at self-preservation—refused to acknowledge you were in love with, but even if you found some legal way to quit now…there was zero chance Jimin would still want you when he knew. Less than zero. And you couldn’t blame him for that, because who would?

Beyond overwhelmed, you did the only sensible thing you could in that moment—you burst into tears.

Your sudden sniveling immediately halted Jimin’s rambling, eyes wide in alarm and looking every bit as distressed as you. “Ah—don’t cry!” He leaned over the table, cradling your face in his hands and swiping your tears with his thumbs. “You don’t have to feel the same way, _____. I’ll get over it, please don’t cry—”

“No,” you blubbered, beyond miserable. He couldn’t be more wrong. “I do! Jimin, I feel exactly the same way, I just…” Your eyes welled up anew, unable to tell him the truth. “I c-can’t.”��

“You can’t?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His eyes roved your face for any possible answers, nibbling slightly on his bottom lip in thought. “…Is this…” His thumbs were still caressing your cheeks, gaze gentle and open as he quickly glanced around to see if anyone was paying the two of you any attention. When it was clear no one was giving your table more than a few curious glances, he said quieter, “…Is this about the arrangement you have with Tae?”

Everything froze. Your eyes locked, Jimin patiently waiting for your reply. Hysteria trickled through your veins, held only a bay by the disbelief slamming into you harder than a freight train. “W-What arrangement?” you blurted reflexively, a touch too loudly to be believable. 

It was Jimin’s turn be caught off guard, hands slowly dropping from your face and returning to his side of the table, though he was still leaned over it so he could still whisper to you, “You know.” He looked at you pointedly, mouth downturning a bit in his confusion. “With him and his brothers. The arrangement.” 

Jesus Christ, this was not happening. There was no way that this was actually happening to you. There was no way that the man who unknowingly held your heart in the palm of his hand was fully aware that you were fucking his best friend for money. Deny, deny! “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, still visibly puzzled. But the two of you only sat in an awkward silence for a few more moments before he snapped his fingers, a light bulb clearly going off. “Ah! You can’t say anything because you signed an NDA, right?” 

You swallowed thickly, unable do anything more in that very moment than stupidly stare at him like a deer in the headlights. 

“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me,” Jimin chuckled, smacking his forehead for good measure. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sooner. Obviously you’re under NDA.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Weren’t sure from the gentle smile he was now sending you if he even expected a response from you. Luckily, Jimin kept talking. 

“But it’s okay—I already know everything, so you don’t have to hide it,” he reassured you. You didn’t feel assured. You felt like you were in the Twilight Zone. “Taehyung told me about your agreement when you started it months ago.”

If you were flustered before, that was nothing on what you were feeling now. Now, half-thoughts were ricocheting across your brain too quickly for you to grasp anything of substance but your internal screeching. “You know everything?” you repeated incredulously. This time it was you who leaned over the table, meeting him in the middle. “Taehyung told you?!”

“Of course he did!” Color rebloomed across his cheeks, but he didn’t shy away from the bewildered stare down you were giving him. “He’s my best friend and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be stepping on any toes. He…knows how I feel about you.” When you only continued to stare at him, he nervously added, “Who do you think got me the reservation for this place to begin with? The waitlist is literally a year out.”

“I’m sorry, I just—” You pulled back so you could reach for your wineglass, allowing yourself a few healthy sips to give your mouth something to do other than flap about like an idiot while you stalled. Jimin didn’t call you out on it, just waited patiently and topped off your glass when you set it back down again. 

You took a few steadying breaths, ultimately choosing to lean back closer to Jimin. To the casual onlooker, the two of you were just another couple making heart eyes over a romantic dinner. And considering the rather lewd and illegal turn your conversation had just taken in this very public place, that only worked in your favor. “Let me get this straight,” you whispered, carefully choosing your words in case you still managed to garner an unwanted audience. “Taehyung told you the deal he has with me. Months ago.” Jimin nodded. “And you’ve known this entire time about our…arrangement, but never told me you knew.”

“I swear I didn’t at all mean to keep that a secret,” he murmured, expression contrite. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or embarrass you or anything like that, so I’ve just been waiting on you to bring it up at your own pace. But I didn’t take into account that you would never bring it up because you would be under NDA, which, again, now that I say it out loud was an extremely stupid assumption of me not to make. I’m sorry.”

“So. You have feelings for me,” you reiterated, ignoring the delighted shiver that raced up your spine at the words. You had to be sure. “But it didn’t bother you that your best friend…propositioned me? You have no problem with me being…involved with him and his brothers?”

“You were caught between a rock and a hard place and the grind never stops. You know I know that better than anybody,” he replied with a shrug. He swallowed, discreetly ensuring no one was paying the two of you any attention before he added, “You think you’re the only one who’s sucked dick for money?”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little before you could catch it. Was he…implying what you thought he was implying? There was no way. You had to be reading into it. 

But ultimately, all of this was irrelevant. When the ghost of Seokjin’s mouth on you came to you unbidden—the phantom weight of Taehyung’s body, the haunting reprimand of Namjoon’s stern hand—

You shook your head, unsuccessfully dispelling those unwanted, lingering thoughts. Your gaze skirted to the table, despondent and embarrassed as you finally set free your hushed admission. “Jimin, I’ve done more than suck dick for my money.” 

There was a pause, an agonizing one that felt like an eternity, and then he was lifting your chin with a finger and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“Again.” He reached for your hands, thumb tracing patterns over your knuckles. His smile was a soft secret. “You think you’re the only one?” 

He held your gaze, not looking away even though your mouth just flapped uselessly as you struggled to regain your bearings. So he did mean—

“Does knowing that bother you?” Jimin asked quietly, expression now carefully neutral. Seriously asking, and giving you the proper space to process and answer. “Does it change anything?”

“No.” The truth, though delayed, left you as easily as a breath. He was still Jimin. “Of course not.”

Jimin’s resulting grin turned his eyes into crescents. “Soooo…what I’m hearing is that we’re clearly on the same page and are both Team Fuck Bitches, Get Money.” 

Boy, did you wish you could smile back. Wish you could share in his obvious relief. But while you assumed his exploits were in the past, the same couldn’t be said for you, who was actively under contract. “Jimin, I’m still…employed,” you couldn’t help but point out. “And still will be for a while. That really doesn’t bother you?”

“It really doesn’t,” he insisted. But your continued hesitance had him pulling back from you, hands busying themselves with reaching for his wineglass as he carefully asked, “Should it? Is there something else I should know?” A couple sips of wine to steel himself before a  cautious, “Do you have feelings for any of them?”

“No!” you blurted. Despite the amount of time and intimacy you had been spending with the Kims, romantic feelings had never even crossed your mind. Your pussy certainly felt some things when she was getting some action, but your heart had never gotten involved. Your heart was too busy crowding in your throat at that very moment, threatening to fling itself at the man in front of you.

Jimin took your sincerity for what it was, a pleased twist to his lips. “Then it’s all fine with me. And again, Tae’s been aware from the beginning that I’ve been intending to ask you out, so that expectation has been there since the beginning. All three of them agreed to the deal knowing that I might be in the picture if I ever decided to put my big boy pants on and tell you how I feel. They’ve been expecting it, so they’re cool with it.”

“They’re cool with it,” you parroted blankly, completely flabbergasted. This was absolutely not how you foresaw this night going, and you never would have thought your life would ever take a turn like this in a million years. “They’re cool with it, and so are you?”

“I don’t mind sharing your time,” he shrugged. “So long as I’m not sharing you.”

“And you don’t see that as the same thing in this…situation?” you asked incredulously. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Jimin puffed out an amused laugh. “Wow, you really are trying to talk me out of this, huh?”

You waved your hands. “Absolutely not, that is the last thing I want! I just. I come with a lot of baggage, and I don’t want any of it to come as a surprise. As busy as I’ve been the last couple weeks? That’s becoming a reoccurring normal. And Jimin, I just feel really shitty.” You swallowed. “Because I can’t promise you everything that you deserve to be promised right now.”

Jimin’s face softened as he listened to you, visibly much more comfortable now that you had successfully reassured him just how badly you wanted this. And oh, did you want it. You weren’t sure how this could ever work, but god did you want it to.

“Not fair,” he repeated under his breath, eyes glazed over in thought. “Hmmm.” 

“Is there anything I could do?” you hedged. You weren’t really sure what that could possibly be, considering the ironclad situation you were in. But now that you had been given a glimmer of your heart’s desire, you couldn’t let it fade away. Not if you could help it.  

His reply wasn’t immediate, still lost in thought. But when his eyes finally refocused on you, smoldering and intense, you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in response, the way your heart quickened. “Here’s an idea of what we can do to make it fair. What if you continue to work for them, just as you are now. And then…” 

He was thoughtlessly swirling his wineglass, momentum pulling the ruby liquid into slow, circling waves that would be rather hypnotizing if you weren’t already caught in the snare of his gaze. When he leaned across the table again, the way you followed suit was as easy as breathing. A lovesick sailor willingly lured to possible danger by a siren’s song. “Whatever you do for them, you do for me. How does that sound?” 

You let out a soft breath, just the thought of it immediately electrifying your every atom. Sparks danced excitedly beneath your skin, his soft, sultry tone curling your toes in their shoes. 

“Fair.”

His Adam’s apple dipped excitedly, lips parting.

“So sorry to interrupt,” someone suddenly said from beside you. It was the waiter again. You had completely forgotten about him. Completely forgotten everything other than the restless tap of Jimin’s fingers against the table. “I just wanted to check in to see if you were ready to order?” 

“Yes, I think so.” You didn’t look away from Jimin—still hadn’t even glanced at the menu. Your tongue swiped over your lips, and his gaze darkened in response. 

“But I think we’d like it to go.”

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[thehypnone]

Sundown: Chapter 11

WC: 1,2K

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Transfeminine Mountain, Fluff, Date Gone Wrong, Shooting

Their conversations as they ride are light—as always—and every second spent just being with Mounty makes Swiss even more sure that what he’s planning on doing is right.

Notes: You might hate me for the next few chapters...

Playlist here. / Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 11 under the cut or on AO3.

It still feels like it was only yesterday that Swiss had stumbled into Mounty’s saloon, exhausted after a long journey and in desperate need for a drink. At the same time, though, it feels as if they’ve known each other for decades.

In reality, it has been a year. 

Nearly a year. Three hundred and sixty four days.

The anniversary is tomorrow and Swiss has things planned for them. He’s been an anxious mess about it for a few weeks now, getting support and encouragement from Dewdrop, Rain and Phantom. He just hopes Mounty hasn't figured his plan out considering it’s not their anniversary; that’s a few weeks later. He feels like he’s going to pass out from stress anyway.

They wake up as usual, limbs tangled together under a fluffy blanket, with Swiss’ head resting on Mounty’s chest. Right over her heart; he’s already memorized its rhythm. It’s his favorite music.

The barmaid is still sound asleep, blissfully unaware, and Swiss shifts with all the gentleness in the world so as not to wake her. He rolls over onto his side and rests his head on a bent arm, wanting to stare at her peaceful face for just a little longer. He could stare at her for hours on end, really, and not get bored. He’ll never get bored of her.

Mounty’s chest is bare, rising and falling steadily as she breathes, the blanket covering her from a belly button down; excluding a long leg thrown carelessly over the heap. There’s a perfectly twisted lock of auburn hair on her face, moving slightly with each breath she takes. It must tickle her a little bit, Swiss notes as he watches her nose twitch and scrunch up against the offending strand. He smiles and reaches to gently push it away so it can join the rest of her beautiful hair; spread all over the pillows like a bronze halo around her head.

Swiss watches her until she starts to shift, waking slowly. He leans down, then, and slots his lips against hers. He wants to pull back again to meet her eyes when she opens them, but instead he finds himself being pulled down by his shoulders.

“Mmm…g’morning, cowboy.”

Swiss laughs as he flops back down. This time he kisses Mounty with more purpose and she reciprocates.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

It’s a solid hour before they emerge from their room, having gotten dressed and ready for the day. They go downstairs, but not without stealing some more kisses on the way.

Once they’re down there, too, of course.

Swiss readies both horses himself when the barmaid is taking care of preparing tea down in the saloon. Then he jumps over to Rain’s pub to grab their breakfast having planned it with the other man in advance.

“Here you go,” Rain smiles at him, handing him a basket full of gloriously smelling steaming food. “Good luck, cowboy.”

“Why, thank you,” he chuckles, though it’s hard to conceal his nervousness. “By the way, my gun’s gonna stay upstairs.”

Rain’s not sure why it’s important for him to know that, but he nods in acknowledgment anyway, before waving the man goodbye. Back in the saloon, Mounty finishes brewing their tea. “Brought some goodies, sweetheart.”

The barmaid hums in approval at the delicious smell and grabs a few plates. Swiss tries not to think about his plan as they eat, but it’s incredibly hard when Mounty looks at him with nothing but love in her eyes. What on earth did he do to deserve her?

It feels like a mere blink of an eye between them waking up and hopping up onto Monty and Taika. Swiss leads them down the main road and out of Sundown; it’s easy for Mounty to guess where it is that they’re going with there not being many spots worth spending time at around. One of them is a rather small, but exceptionally beautiful and peaceful grove just on the outskirts of the little town. It’s an amazing place full of big old trees, hundreds of flowers and singing birds.

Their conversations as they ride are light—as always—and every second spent just being with Mounty makes Swiss even more sure that what he’s planning on doing is right.

If Swiss can be sure of one thing in the world, it’s that they’ve been made for each other.

They hop back down once the ground below their horses’ hooves turns from dry sand to a soft forest ground covered in leaves, bark, flowers and branches. The cowboy takes Taika from his girl and loosens both horses’ girths so they can graze on some grass here and there. When he turns back to Mounty he can’t help but gasp.

She looks like a goddess surrounded by the rich greens of a forest in full bloom. With her hair down and her dress flowing around her equally gracefully as she walks and looks around the breathtaking place.

She is breathtaking.

Swiss can’t wait a second more.

He shoves one of his clammy hands into his pocket, squeezing a little box waiting in there. Mounty doesn’t seem to notice, focused on taking in the landscape.

The cowboy pulls his hand and the box out and gets down on one knee.

He clears his throat and Mounty turns to him with confusion in her eyes. “Swiss, what are you–”

“Sweetheart, you are everything I ever wanted in life and more. You gave me back purpose, made me a better man and showed me that even though the night can be dark and scary, the sun is always going to rise again and chase the evil away. I’m eternally grateful for all you are and all you do.”

Swiss opens the little box to reveal a beautiful ornate ring.

“Mounty, love of my life,” he says and it’s just now that what he’s about to do really hits the barmaid. She gasps and presses a hand against her mouth as tears well up in her eyes. “Will you do me the honor of–”

He doesn’t get to finish the question as chaos is unleashed.

What was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of their life becomes a blur of terrified screams, agitated horses and the ground shaking.

Shots start flying out of nowhere, Swiss feels pain slashing across his arm and he falls back before he can jump in to protect his girl. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Mounty’s mare rear and buck before falling down as she gets shot. There’s no time for the man to process what’s happening before Taika knocks the barmaid down in her panic, too, and Mounty cries out in pain when her legs give out under her on the uneven ground.

Swiss scrambles to get up and run for her, tripping over roots. Too blinded by fear for her safety, he doesn’t notice the barmaid shaking her head and gesturing for him to turn around.

“Swiss, behind you!” she yells in warning with a hurt voice, but it’s too late. Sharp pain blooms from the back of the cowboy’s head and everything goes dark.

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Hear me out barista matty . either coworkers or ur his regular someting about those new pics in his glasses makes me need to see this

ok i am NOT doing another au but i do like the sound of barista matty actually. he owns and runs the coffee shop near your new job, and he's so hot and really very good at making coffee and just the right mix of flirty and sweet that you end up going in before work every morning and you get to a point where you honestly can't tell if it's because you're caffeine-dependent or matty-dependent. as he gets to know you better, he tailors your order ever so slightly to make it better for your taste (and makes the latte art extra pretty), and ends up christening you "cookie" because of your job (he whistles and calls you "smart cookie" when he learns about it) and also your penchant for the chocolate chip gloriousness stocked in the display cabinet - like, you're later than usual one morning, frazzled because you slept in, and when you run through the door of the coffee shop after the morning rush matty (looking relieved) is like "there she is! was starting to worry that you weren't coming in, cookie. saved you the last choc chip. and i'll get you a latte now, darling". even on your mornings off, you make a point of getting up early and going in for a coffee, sitting at the cosy little window armchair with a book, people-watching and doing your best not to be too obvious ogling matty's arms as he makes drinks and clears tables and (and this murders you) holds a toddler for like two seconds while her mum gets her purse from her bag to pay. it's on these days that you become really friendly, chatting to each other about anything and everything as he stops by your table while he's cleaning up - you offhandedly tell him when your birthday is, and on the day itself he presents you with your usual AND a muffin with a candle in it AND a really quite adorable blush on his face like "this is all on the house. obv. happy birthday, darling", and you cannot help kissing him on the cheek and making him blush even more. actually, you run into him that night in a bar, when you're both out with friends - you're ordering and you just hear a familiar voice from behind you say "cookie, if you've just asked for an espresso martini i will literally be heartbroken", and you BEAM and turn round to see matty looking ridiculously hot in a half-open white shirt and you say "never. can't drink coffee unless you make it anymore. you've spoiled me, matthew". he slings an arm around your shoulders and says "that's what i like to hear" and tells the bartender he'll pay for your drink alongside his wine, and when you thank him he shrugs like "s'your birthday. and i just got to buy a drink for a pretty girl, so, win-win"; before you can reply, though, he leans in and says "honestly, darling, i haven't been able to stop thinking about you kissing my cheek this morning", and you grin like "neither have i. liked it. and, to be honest... i like you". matty just beams and says "yeah, i like you too, cookie. i'd like to take you out, if you'd be up for that. you free for dinner tomorrow?", and you nod enthusiastically like "i'd love that". so yes! that's that. cute <3

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Hi could I please request something about a love triangle with reader, Tom and Greg? I’m so attracted to both of them and can’t chose and I feel like if you’re in close proximity to one you’ll always be around the other so it would be easy to catch feelings for both. Thank u if u do 😘

In Between

Tom Wambsgans x Reader x Gregory Hirsch

be on the lookout for the two different endings! I hope I did this well, enjoy x

Word Count: 2.601k

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you say breathily, hurrying into the conference room. Tom pulls out your chair for you, gentle smile on his face.

“There’s nobody else here. You’re the least of my concerns.” You throw back a grateful smile, and he pushes your chair in as you sit. He turns to the door, peering out into the hallway, checking his watch. You carefully organize your papers out in front of you, notepad and pen ready for you to take notes. “Corporate time zone bullshit.”

“Start telling them earlier times so they start coming on time,” you suggest, not really serious. He makes his way back from the window, taking his seat next to you.

You both sit together in silence, a smidgen awkwardly, waiting for the room to fill. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed the tension between you and Tom. You could practically saw through it. You always catch his appraising glances or his shy looks. He made an effort to speak with you whenever he could, he showered you in compliments until you were pink. You’re sure you find him just as attractive as he finds you- a lot.

Time spent with Tom always left you with butterflies in your stomach. When you go to work in his office because your office neighbor is way too loud, or just because you need a body double, he has a plate of food and a mug of coffee waiting for you. He’s always taking so much work off of your plate, insisting he do the incessant paperwork for the sake of your mental clarity. You’d gone out a few times before, but just as coworkers at galas and corporate dinners. You’d always find yourselves drawn to each other rather than the crowd, keeping to yourselves and laughing in the corners of every gloriously decadent venue.

After a few stretched out ages, everyone is present and Tom begins the meeting. He turns to you, and for a moment, he wasn’t the confident man you knew him to be. You give him an encouraging smile, and discreetly take his hand and give it a squeeze before he gets up. He takes a breath, stamping down a smile in response, and closes his blazer. He was a good person, you know, nothing but kind and thoughtful, but his presentations bored you to death. It wasn’t necessarily his fault, more of the company’s, but sometimes you wonder why you got into this line of work.

He slides back into his seat by your side, not paying attention when someone else goes up to speak. He leans close to you and drops his voice, so only you can hear. “Wanna ditch?”

“What are we, in high school?” you murmur back lightheartedly.

“Come on.” Tom smooths a hand over his dress shirt, quietly getting to his feet and beckoning you after him. “We have another commitment. Send the minutes when you’re done, and if anything comes up…” Tom’s gaze rakes over the room. Once you’re both out in the hall, he sighs, relieved. “Fucking Christ. And they expect respect from me. They’re probably diddling themselves as we speak.”

“That’s vile,” you say truthfully, but laughing anyway. You both walk slowly, and you realize you don’t exactly know where you’re going. You’re both just wasting time, finding a way to spend more time in each others’ presence. Being together more, when you weren’t working. Not really working, anyway. “I thought my brain was going to leak out of my ear.”

An associate comes power walking through the hall, not bothering to pick their head up from their phone. They end up shoulder checking you, and hard, knocking you into Tom. He sets his hand on the small of your back, throwing a scowl and an obscenity over his shoulder as the perpetrator disappears down the hall. His hand slides up your back and to where you’d been hit, giving the spot a rub. It’s not like it’d hurt, but maybe it was enough to leave a bruise. He readjusts your collar, smoothing out new wrinkles from your shirt.

Tom leads you to his office, beckoning you inside. “Take a nap, I’ll close the blinds. You’re so exhausted. When was the last time you’ve slept? A week ago?”

Even though he was right, you wave him off, settling on one of his sofas. You set your things on the glass coffee table in front of you, taking the moment just to relax. “I can’t. Shit to do.”

He takes a seat at his desk, leafing through a bunch of papers. He knows he can’t fight you, but maybe he can mitigate. “A break, then.”

You sink into the cushions, a you-shaped divot reforming under you. You were here a lot, the couch knew how you were shaped. You don’t know if it’s a bad sign or kind of cute. Maybe offensive?

Tom’s only seated for a few moments before he’s up again and taking a seat flush against you, arm draped over the back of the sofa. Subconsciously, you lean into him, and his hand finds its way to your back and tentatively brushes up to your shoulder.

All the stress seems to melt from his body. His shoulders loosen, his hand gives your shoulder a light squeeze. “You’re… surprising,” is all you can think to say.

“I just need… I just need a bit,” he responds, voice suddenly raspy, hoarse. Your heart splinters as he looks over at you, eyes a bit glassy.

“Are you okay? You can tell me if something’s bothering you.”

Quickly, as if remembering himself, he’s up again and at the door.

Snapping back to reality, you realize it’s time for you to be up again. “Fuckin’ quit scheduling so many meetings in one day,” you mutter, loud enough for him to hear, and get to your feet.

He chuckles lightly. Tom pivots, going back to his desk. “Before we go,” he says, “I’ve been meaning to ask you out to dinner.” You look up, and note his neck is flushing a light pink. He’s standing now, and takes a scrap of paper from his breast pocket as if he’d rehearsed this. He jots down something on it. He folds it in half and presses it into your palm. “Just call me later, okay? It’s my personal phone. I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you sooner.”

The next meeting is as much as a snooze fest as the first. You’re only there because Tom is there. You both work so closely together, and your job overlaps so much with his, that you do things mostly as a unit. But of course, when you work so closely with Tom, you work even closer with Gregory Hirsch. Tom begins on one of his monologues, and you eye the clock. You couldn’t just get up and leave this time, but you had another meeting to get to. You’re not exactly sure how Head of Press & Media will take your being late, but you hoped it wasn’t too bad. You acted as Tom’s voice in the other department. This part of your job is where you split away from Tom, and he relied on you to keep him up to speed and working efficiently.

Well, maybe not only you.

Once Tom had finished with his spiel, scolding certain associates for being ‘a little less than bright’, you’re dismissed, and you have to run off to your next meeting, this time for press. You wave goodbye before you go, earning you a soft smile from him. Since your first meeting had run late, you were now not on track to make it on time for the next one. You pick up the pace, holding your things close to your chest. Of course, the press meeting was in an entire separate building.

You’re not paying attention to your surroundings as you try to rush to the elevators. As you turn the corner, someone else does at the same time from across the hall, and you smack into each other.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” you manage, only a little ruffled. Poor Greg spilled everything in his arms. You crouch down to help him gather his folders and files.

“No, no, it’s my fault, really. Aw, damn it, where’s my phone?” You look behind you, spotting it, and hand it to him. Once everything’s all pulled back together, he takes the array of papers from you, your hands brushing. “This isn’t how I planned the next time I saw you,” he admits, embarrassed.

You both shuffle into the elevator. It’s going down painfully slowly. You make a mental note to bitch about it to reception to see if they were having the same problem. “Really?” you ask, unable to suppress a smile.

“I mean, I never plan when I see you. That doesn’t even make sense,” Greg says, fidgeting with his sleeves. “What I’m trying to say is I don’t know how to act around you.”

You and him have probably spent days upon days with each other, running errands for Tom. Sometimes, you know Tom sends Greg to tag along with you when he can’t himself, just so someone was always with you. Their relationship was a bit of a mystery to you. If you think you and Tom have sexual tension, he and Greg have sexual strain.

The two of them interacted strangely when you were around. Conversations were hushed, harried, terse. But even from afar, they were like that. Maybe they were both just… weird.

“Um, we’re both going to Press, right?” Greg asks, breaking the silence, the elevator still going down. Suddenly, it clunks. Then stops completely.

You blink, then stupidly press the ‘door open’ button. Nothing happens. “Not anytime soon, I guess.”

“Oh, oh my god. Tom’s going to kill me.” He leans past you, side now brushing against yours, and jams the button a few more times.

“Fucking phenomenal,” you mutter, reaching for your phone. No signal. “Greg, do you…?”

“No,” he all but cries, distressing himself. Quickly, he pushes the emergency phone button on the elevator’s motherboard. A crackly voice pushes itself through the itty bitty speaker, disinterestedly asking for the problem. “Uh, we’re stuck. In the Waystar building, um, between the thirtieth and twenty-ninth floors. It’s bad, this is bad, we have somewhere we need to be-”

“Help is on the way.”

And then you hear the person on the other end putting the phone back into the receiver, hanging up.

You sigh, pressing your back to the wall of the elevator and sliding down into a seat. “Fucking customer service reps,” you mutter.

Greg turns to face you, clearly panicked. “How are you so calm? Why are you so calm?”

“What can we do?”

He pauses. “Climb through the vents?”

“No, Greg, we’re not going to climb through the vents. We just have to wait.” You drop your head into your hands. “God, I can’t fucking take this.”

“What? What’s wrong? Can I help?”

“Just stressed.”

“Did Tom say anything to you? Are you going to get in trouble? Do you need me to talk to him?”

“What? No, of course not. Tom’s not going to do anything.” You pull your head from your hands, instead tucking your knees into your chest and resting your cheek on your knee. “He’ll just get mad at the maintenance guys. Greg, calm down. Take a breath. I promise, nothing’s going to happen.” You stare up at him, and he struggles to make eye contact.

After a few silent moments, Greg pacing the elevator floor, he stops and sits down next to you. He mirrors your position, but his legs are long and lanky, so they stick up towards his shoulders. It can’t be comfortable. His leg jitters nervously, bouncing up and down rapidly. “I feel all… icky.”

“Did Tom say something to you?” You turn your head to look at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“No, it’s just… an irrational fear of elevators. Which have been validated, to be fair,” he admits, not looking away from you. “Like, what if we never get out?”

You stifle a laugh. “You’re afraid of elevators?”

“For numerous reasons.” He shifts so that he’s facing you, then gestures around with his hand. “This being one of them. But it’s not even the worst, you know? Like what if the cables snap, and we plummet to the ground, and there’s nothing anyone can do to save u-”

“Maybe that’s enough.” You reach over and give his arm a squeeze. “We’ll be fine.”

He slumps against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “If I die, I want you to know I really wanted to ask you out the entire time I was alive and knew you but was way too scared to do so and you’re very pretty and I haven’t even come close to liking someone else while I’ve been near you-”

“Greg, we’re not going to die.” There’s a bang, and you lurch downwards. He startles, reaching for you, clinging to you, pulling you close, but the elevator’s movement is immediately regulated and the floors ding away just like they’re supposed to.

He’s immediately on his feet, pulling you up. “Should we still even go?” he asks quietly, glancing at his watch. The door finally open, and you both scurry out.

“Better late than never.”

“I’ll drive,” he suggests, before taking your arm and dragging you to the parking garage. Much later than you were supposed to, the two of you hurry up the stairs of the building Press decided to have the meeting in, Greg carrying all your things. Once on the right floor, he hands them back to you. You hold them with one arm, reaching out with the other to straighten his tie and dust off a bit of lint from his shoulder. He holds the conference room door open for you, and you step in, dazzling smile plastered on your face.

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The workday finally ends, and you don’t think you have the capacity for anything else but sitting in bed, eating ice cream, and watching TV. So that’s exactly what you do.

Your work phone is sitting on your cabinet on silent. You never usually have it like that, but you’d texted Tom from your personal phone, and he’d promised to let you know if anything came up. Tom texts again, telling you to sleep well, tacking on a heart to the end of the message. A few moments later, he send another, saying he’d get your boss to give you a raise if you went to bed on time and got a good night’s sleep. You bid him goodnight, he does in return, a smattering of emojis attached, and realize that Greg had also texted you moments earlier.

He tells you to forget about what he said in the elevator- really, just forger about the entire fiasco. He apologizes if we made you uncomfortable, saying your comfort and happiness was important to him and he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship because he was stupid and scared. It’s a long rambling of a paragraph, but you understand well enough. You tell him he hadn’t done anything wrong, and that you found him great just the way he was.

Swiping away from the messages, your phone’s message center is displayed. Their names sit on top of each other- Tom, Greg. Greg, Tom.

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe they were more into each other than either of them was into you.

You tell yourself it’s time to make a decision. You owe it to them.

And yourself.

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 25 & 26------------------Read on AO3------------------------

Pairing: Rin/Gale Prompt: Public sex AND Trying not to get caught Outdoor sex, interrupted more than once, touch starved x touch starved, trying to keep the yapper quiet, NSFW!!

(Direct sequel to Day 21)

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Gale watches Rin go - now in lupine form and still gloriously nude - until the black fur disappears in the darkness of the wood. A wave of frustration rolls through him at the sight. He should have made a move - made Rin stay.

But it’s followed by a wave of relief that now he's alone he can do something about his aching predicament. He’d gone so long forcing himself to go without, now that he finally could he was in the habit of waiting entirely too long to tend to himself. Or perhaps he just underestimated how greatly he needed some attention.

Once he's certain that Rin is far enough away, Gale finally lets his hands travel downwards under the water. The contact brings an immediate swell of relief and he lets out a low, ragged moan.

It's hard to keep his breathing under control as his imagination eagerly supplies increasingly more intense imagery. Images of Rin in his lap, with the lythari riding him. Of Rin on his knees, staring up at him. Of those sharp teeth nipping at his skin...

As the wizard’s hand keeps working, he lets his mind wander - and it feeds him mental image after mental image of that damn lythari and what they could be doing together.

Gale bites his lip at the thought, the urge to find Rin and drag him back here into the water with him growing ever stronger.

Hand working a little quicker, Gale can't help the noises that slip free. And he stops trying to.

"You call my name so sweetly," Rin purrs from over his shoulder.

Gale snaps out of his fantasy with a start.

"Rin!" Gale blurts, jolting in the water and whipping around to see the lythari. Rin, still in his great black lupine form, lays on the river bank just behind where Gale had been. He watches Gale with those bright yellow eyes, almost glowing in the darkness of the evening.

"Wha- how- When did you come back here?"

His hands shift, desperately trying - and failing - to cover himself. The lythari crosses his front paws casually, leaning his great head in closer with a wolfish grin.

"Only a moment ago. I came back when I heard you calling me," he returns smoothly.

Gale stares at Rin, trying to look as dignified as possible while hunched over and covering himself awkwardly with both hands.

"Right...well..." he murmurs, trying very hard not to keep his voice steady. And to not let his eyes wander all over Rin's furry form. "You...you heard wrong. I wasn't calling out for you. I was simply... enjoying a quiet moment in the water by myself. Thank you very much."

"Oh?" The huge canine tilts his head to one side, somehow making the gesture look coy as he flashes teeth. His voice is a deep rumble like a growl, "Shall I leave you be, then?"

"No!" The protest leaves Gale's lips before he can stop it, and he silently curses at himself at the slip. Seeing Rin's wolfish grin grow wider, Gale tries to regain control.

“...No,” he says again, trying to make his voice much more calm and measured. ”...Please. Your company is... more than welcome here. In the water. With me.”

"Mm, is it?" Rin rises to his feet in a fluid motion. "Then I suppose I should join you."

"You suppose you should?" Gale swallows, a flush staining his cheeks.

The lythari lopes to the bank and languidly steps in one paw at a time. Gale can’t help the low moan that slips out at the sight of Rin - that glorious, huge lupine form - sliding into the water.

Moving towards him.

He's so tall in this form the water hardly reaches his mid chest as he wades in for the second time this evening. Those bright yellow eyes are fixed on him like a predator tracking his prey, making Gale’s heart pound.

“...You realize you're not being particularly subtle about this teasing, don’t you?" Gale murmurs the complaint before he can stop himself.

"I'm not one for subtlety," Rin replies smoothly.

"Clearly." Gale swallows again as Rin continues stalking towards him.

It’s hard to tell if fear or attraction drives the thrumming under his skin. The wizard tries not to watch the way Rin's muscular frame shifts when he moves - the way the water glistens on the lythari's fur and the light reflects off it like shimmering starlight.

"Why do you do this so often?" Gale asks quickly, trying to keep his focus and ignore his body's reaction to seeing Rin like this. "Shifting into your wolf form, that is."

"Why do you channel the weave?" Rin rumbles back rhetorically. "Why does Astarion hunt for food?"

Gale watches as the lythari dips briefly below the surface before raising his head above the water with a heavy huff of air. He shakes his head and those ears perk high.

"It is the nature of our being."

This time, the water and the way it runs over his fur makes something in the wizard’s gut tighten. It's hard to keep up the conversation when all he really wants to do is reach out and touch...

Gale has to clear his throat, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter before he says or does something foolish. He tries to ignore the way his heart speeds and heat settles in his gut.

"I suppose that's true," he replies, watching Rin move through the water. He’s so tall he can walk on the river bed and his head and back remain above water. He tail floats behind him. "Your wolf seems more... primal than your elven form, however."

"Interesting," the lythari rumbles as he looks to Gale.

“...Interesting?” Gale repeats, staring at Rin as the wolf starts getting closer to him in the water again. The wizard lets out a soft scoff, then dryly says, “The lythari that calls me ‘sweet’ and ‘delicious’ is now calling my observations interesting?”

"I often find your observations interesting," Rin counters.

Gale bites his lip, letting out a shaky exhale as he feels Rin slowly circle him in the water. He doesn’t dare look away, keeping his eyes locked on the lythari at all times - not that it really helps his predicament here, considering how good Rin looks with the water running down all of that... muscle…

How in all the hells does he make his lupine form so attractive?

The wizard lets out a shaky laugh, trying to retain some sort of composure over this situation.

“Most would find me annoying for my observations. They'd say I 'lecture',” he says shakily.

Rin rumbles a low growl that sounds almost amused.

"Lucky for you, I'm not like most," he murmurs from over Gale's shoulder, "I'm a rare sort of creature."

Gods.

When Rin gets that close - directly behind him, the water lapping at both of their skin - Gale’s body very quickly reminds him how long it’s been since he had company…

“That you are," Gale replies quietly, shivering as Rin’s hot breath brushes the back of his neck. “That you definitely are…”

In the reflection on the water, Gale catches a glimpse of the golden glow of Rin's magic as he shifts forms. The looming black shadow behind him is elven once more. When he speaks, that deeper ethereal quality is gone, leaving behind only the low rumble of Rin's voice.

"I find you most interesting, Gale," Rin murmurs softly.

There’s an involuntary shiver down Gale’s spine at the sound, followed by his heart rate picking up once more. Gale closes his eyes for a moment. His hands clench unconsciously and he takes a deep breath, trying to will away the thought - the image in his mind of how simple it would be to turn around, get Rin pinned to a nearby tree and—

"Is that so?" he says weakly, trying to maintain composure. But he can feel the heat of Rin’s body radiating against his skin from their proximity.

"It is," Rin replies in a low tone. His breath ghosts over Gale's ear. He can hear Rin inhale deeply, before a low growl rumbles in the lythari's chest.

Oh, no.

Gale feels his breathing becoming shallow as he realizes Rin is sniffing him. And he’s going to smell the scent of his arousal, and he’ll realize what kind of effect he’s having - and Gale would be mortified.

He tenses up, trying desperately to keep his voice even as he asks, “Are you… sniffing me?”

Rin snorts a soft laugh. "Scenting, yes."

“Scenting me? Like an animal…?” Gale’s breath hitches as the thought of it - the idea of Rin’s wolf sniffing over his body - starts sending far too many images to his mind. He closes his eyes again, breathing a little faster, trying to ignore the way his groin throbs with each shiver going down his spine…

“Can’t you just use your eyes?” Gale asks, keeping his voice as steady as possible despite the heat in his gut.

"I am an animal," Rin counters. "And I see you, as well. But that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy your scent."

The wizard tries to ignore the way his heart skips a beat at his words.

Rin raises one hand slowly, holding it palm up beside Gale. A silent offer. When his eyes dart down to Rin's hand, he shivers a little at how big it looks - strong and thick fingers, large palm. He imagines how the hand would look on his body, gripping his hip as he—

Gale bites his lip at the sight. Gods, he wants it. More than he dares to admit to himself. He aches with how much he wants to reach out and take Rin’s hand, but his pride stubbornly refuses to let him do it.

But Rin is patient, his hand not wavering, his offer holding. There’s no mockery in it. No taunting, no teasing. It’s an actual offer… with no judgment. Everything in him is screaming to take the offering - to take Rin’s hand and let the lythari do what he wants with him…

Gale takes a deep breath, the heat in his gut warring with his stubbornness as he keeps his eyes locked on Rin’s hand. Slowly, he reaches out and lays his hand flat on top of Rin’s. His own hand looks almost small in comparison.

Rin's touch is almost achingly gentle as the lythari's fingers wrap around Gale's. He brings their joined hands up to hold against Gale's chest just over his heart. Gale lets out a shaky breath as Rin touches him.

Rin takes a step forward, his feet bracketing Gale's as he presses flush against the smaller man's back. When he feels Rin’s firm chest, he shudders - his body reacting to the warmth and the heat and the feeling of the bigger, more muscled form pressing against his back. Rin's freehand gently takes hold of Gale's hip, his fingers warm and steady. He tenses a little instinctively as Rin’s hand touches his hip, but then quickly relaxes at the touch.

Every move is slow and gentle - giving Gale a chance to object or deflect or move away if he wants. Each touch is light and gentle - no grabbing or gripping. Just a warm, soft touch, resting firmly against his skin.

Slowly, the lythari leans his head in to nuzzle against Gale's temple. Rin seems content to just hold him like this. Feeling his pulse beneath their joined hands. The softness of Gale's skin beneath his palm. His hair against Rin's cheek. The lythari breathes in and out slowly.

It’s hard to describe the effect this kind of slow, steady intimacy has on Gale. After a few moments, Gale finds himself relaxing against the taller form. The feeling of Rin’s hand over his heart - firm but so gentle... it’s grounding. It helps his heartrate slow a little.

Gale lets out a slow shuddering exhale, his own fingers tightening slightly around Rin’s hand. The gentleness of it all almost makes Gale dizzy. There’s on hint of impatience or frustration in Rin’s touch. He’s just...holding Gale. Wanting to feel him.

It’s comforting in a way he didn’t know he needed.

“Rin...” he starts, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, Gale?"

Gods above.

Just the way Rin says his name, in his low, throaty voice, makes the wizard’s knees weak. For a brief moment, he considers pressing back against Rin - grinding on him a little, giving him a very clear sign of what he wants…

With some effort, he manages to hold himself back. Instead, he simply whispers back quietly, “You’re a tease.”

Rin rumbles a soft growl - and Gale can feel it where the lythari's chest is pressed against him, making another shiver run through him. The hand on Gale’s hip tightens just slightly - but it’s electric nonetheless.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes back, voice rough. Gods, that voice… it’s like sin. And it makes it so hard to keep any self-control.

Instead of saying what he wants, or even what he needs, Gale takes a shallow breath and admits quietly, “Something you will probably refuse…”

"Try me," the lythari murmurs back, tone light with amusement but rough with desire. Gale takes a deep breath, biting back a moan when Rin’s warm hand on his hip gently squeezes.

Rin growls low, the sound rumbling up from the depths of his chest into his throat and out of his parted lips. Still terrifically gently, as if afraid Gale might break or flee, Rin turns the wizard in his arms to face him.

He lifts their joined hands to place a soft kiss to Gale's knuckles as their eyes meet. When he looks at the lythari, the sight of him - the heat in his gaze paired with his gentle touches - the wizard’s lips part softly, the heat in his gut growing hotter…

"What would you have of me?" Rin breathes against his fingers.

“I… want to touch you,” he somehow manages to respond, his voice trembling with need.

"What a terrific burden," Rin teases with a soft smirk. Gale can’t help but huff a half-laugh.

“Very funny,” the wizard replies dryly. He doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes drag down Rin’s front. Taking in the muscular shoulders, the toned chest… the hair, trailing down his stomach and disappearing below the water… Another shiver goes through him, and he lets out a shaky exhale as he finally meets Rin’s gaze again. There’s a pleading edge in his voice as he whispers, “Please, let me touch you…”

This time Rin shivers, and it's accompanied by a low, hungry growl. The slits of his pupils are rounded in their dilation.

"Touch me all you like," Rin returns softly with a sharp grin.

He reaches out slowly to rest his hand on Rin’s chest. Feeling the warmth and the heat of his skin, the soft down of his hair, the strong beat of his heart, and admiring the contrast of the lythari’s golden skin with his own. His eyes follow the trail of his hand over Rin’s body. Tracing firm, defined muscles.

Rin's hands hold Gale's hips, squeezing slightly as Gale's hands roam over his skin. Slowly, Gale’s hand slides down, tracing over Rin’s stomach until he reaches the edge of where his hair grows thicker.

Rin takes a deep breath that catches when his hand trails ever lower. His lips part with ragged breaths, the tips of those long canines visible. Sight and sound both make heat broil in Gale’s gut. When Gale pauses Rin makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine.

Gods above, the sounds that Rin makes are torturous. They make his head spin - each little moan, growl, or whine go straight to his gut and adding to the burning heat that threatens to drive him mad. His hand dips lower, slowly, until he reaches the base of Rin’s groin .Gale bites back a moan of his own, his lips parting as he looks up to meet Rin’s eyes.

Rin's breath leaves him in a shuddery exhale, his hips twitching involuntarily at the contact. The lythari leans forward to rest his forehead against Gale's. His large, warm hands smooth a path up Gale's sides and back down, his thumbs tracing along the path of Gale's muscles.

“Gods above, you’re not going to make this easy, are you?” Gale gasps, his hand slowly wrapping around Rin in a loose fist. Rin shudders and breathes out a low groan.

"Fenedhis-" Rin swears softly.

Gale’s breath catches. The word falling from the lythari’s lips- Elven, he’s fairly sure - is a mystery. His desperation is clear, though. Such a perfect sound - wicked and sinful- it’s almost enough to make his eyes roll back.

“That’s not fair,” Gale manages to say, his voice raspy as he gives a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way Rin throbs in his grip and his head tips back with a ragged moan.

Gods, but the way he can make Rin shudder just by touching him - squeezing him - it’s addictive. And the sounds Rin makes, the moans and gasps escaping his mouth, like he can barely focus on anything except what’s happening between them - it’s like a drug, and he’s falling under the influence of its power.

Gale looks up to meet Rin’s gaze, his hand slowly moving up and down along his length under the water, squeezing tighter. Rin trembles and groans at the feel of Gale's hand moving against him. His hands squeeze at Gale's hips, but he never breaks that intense eye-contact.

Rin’s reaction is perfect. The way he growls and shivers and his fingers tighten their hold as if he’s trying to hold back, trying not just grab and pounce - it’s absolutely beautiful.

But Gale wants more. Wants to see Rin be wild. Wants to feel it.

“Come on, please…” he moans.

"Fenedhis-" Rin's teeth clench shut as another ragged growl rumbles in his chest. Bared like this those long canines are devastatingly beautiful and intimidating both. "P-please what?"

“Please… touch me back,” Gale almost whispers.

He starts a slow, steady rhythm as he squeezes and strokes Rin. The ranger’s head falls against his shoulder, burying his face into the crook of his neck, holding Gale’s hips tight like he’s afraid he’s going to lose him…

"How-hah-" the lythari struggles to form words, breaking into animalistic, feral sounds as he tries. "What do- do you like-?"

Gale can feel his breath, hot and heavy on his skin as Rin pants. Gods, he’s going to forget his own name at this rate. He wants to let Rin ruin him. The way Rin’s trying to hold back, to keep his control, to do whatever he asks…

“Anything,” he moans, his breath shaking as he gives another tight squeeze. “Touch me anywhere…”

Rin's hands move at the request, sliding back to grasp and knead the flesh of Gale’s rear with a possessive growl. The wizard gasps at the feeling - desire hot and electric flashing through him.

Gods, yes… just like that, just be possessive …

“Yes,” he pleads. “Please, more…”

Experimentally, cautiously, the lythari starts pressing hot open mouthed kisses to Gale's skin. They burn a path down Gale‘s neck. Rin kneads and teases at his rear, sliding his hands down and gently urging his stance to widen by tugging at his thighs.

Rin applies the ghost of pressure against his collar with his teeth, almost as if waiting for a reaction. It draws a ragged gasp from Gale. The feeling of it���s almost too much for the wizard to bear.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his own hand working in quicker, firmer strokes as he looks up to meet blazing green eyes. Rin looses a low sound and his hips stutter in time with Gale's hand. The feel of Rin’s reaction - groaning and whining under his hand - it’s maddening. He has to resist the urge to squeeze roughly just to make Rin gasp and moan again.

"Don't...?" Rin questions breathlessly.

“Don’t - don’t tease me,” Gale gasps. He tries to catch his breath, biting his lip as he meets Rin’s gaze through half-lidded eyes. “If you’re going to bite, then do it,” he goads.

Rin rumbles a low sound, pulling Gale against him roughly by his hips. He nips at Gale's throat - once, twice - then shifts to his shoulder and bites. Enough to leave a mark and draw a delicious moan from Gale.

Gods, yes… Rin’s tongue on his skin feels claiming, like the bite is marking him as his.

Meanwhile Rin slides one hand lower, teasing his fingers against sensitive skin. The other slides up, his large hand splaying against Gale's lower back, holding him flush against Rin. His breath hitches as Rin’s hold make’s his back arch to press against him. The pace of his hand around Rin falters as Gale feels thick fingers tease and brush against his entrance.

Rin growls again, low, his tongue laving over the marks he leaves behind attentively. His finger slowly teases, applying gentle pressure. Another moan escapes the wizard’s mouth as the pressure grows firmer. His head tips back and his eyes slip shut as his hand on Rin falters.

More, he thinks wildly, I want more…

Gale gets what he wants. Slowly, Rin increases pressure until he's slipping one thick finger inside. All the while Rin continues nipping and licking a trail up and down his neck, over his shoulders. Gasps fall from the wizard’s lips involuntarily, his head rolling back to give Rin better access as he covers his neck and shoulders in bites.

Rin’s finger slowly pressing inside, gently but firmly, is incredible. Nearly beyond words.

“You… you’re… gods, Rin, don’t stop,” he gasps.

Rin's growl turns decidedly possessive, pulling Gale somehow closer still with the hand on his back. His hand moves with a steady rhythm, pulling his finger in and out, crooking and pressing in just the right spot. His head drops back as his body shivers, his own hand gripping Rin even as it’s faltering.

“Please… more. Rin, more -”

Rin slides in another finger, gently coaxing more sounds from the wizard. He bites again on Gale's opposite shoulder. Gods, it’s too much and too little all at once - the way he’s stretching him, the way his teeth leave behind a mark… Gale moans again, louder this time, as another shiver wracks his body.

“Please,” the wizard gasps. “You… you’re… perfect…”

"Please what, fenor?" Rin growls against Gale's temple. His fingers never stop their steady ministrations.

He can’t think, not with the way Rin’s fingers are moving, the way they press and move and rub in all the right spots, the way Rin’s mouth is so close to his ear, calling him by that pretty word that he’s sure is an endearment…

The wizard gasps in a breath, trying to speak. “More. Please, Rin, please, I want… more…”

"Can you take more?" Rin returns in that rough tone that goes straight to his groin. "Can you take me, fenor?"

He wants to laugh, the way Rin- usually so rough - is taking such care with him, not wanting to hurt him. But he’s barely able to do anything besides moan in response to the question.

“Yes - gods, yes. Please, Rin, take me…”

The words rouse something in the lythari. He slides his fingers free, but in a surge he grasps Gale behind his knees and lifts him up. It’s overwhelming, the way Rin is handling him, lifting him up as if he’s weightless. Rin squeezes Gale tight against his chest, positioning him over his own aching need.

"You're sure?" Rin breathes huskily, even as he nearly vibrates with need.

The fact that Rin is still making sure he’s sure, when it’s clear how much he wants this, wants him… It makes his chest feel tight.

“Yes,” Gale gasps, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping at Rin’s shoulders. “Please… please…”

Rin's about to move - but freezes. His eyes snap to the distance and with a huffed growl he grips Gale tighter, striding quickly with long, powerful steps to move them behind the cover of an outcropping of rocks.

It's not until they're behind cover that Gale can make out the sounds that Rin had already picked up. Voices and splashing as some of the others come down to the river. Based on the laughter, at least Halsin and Astarion, maybe another.

Gale lets out an annoyed huff. He’d been so lost in Rin’s attention and the way he was being held he hadn’t even heard the others coming until they sounded too close.

“Of course we would be interrupted now…” he mutters, pressing against Rin as they hold still.

Rin's eyes are back on Gale, no heat lost in his gaze. He encourages Gale to wrap his legs around his waist before moving his hands to grip possessively at his rear once more. Gale can barely holding back a ragged gasp as Rin maneuvers him, coaxing him tighter to his body. Gale wraps his arms around Rin’s shoulders and locks his ankles behind Rin’s back.

Rin responds with a sharp, wicked grin. There's no growl to be heard as Rin resumes his onslaught - somehow nipping and biting at Gale's neck without making so much as a sound. Gods damn it - he’s showing why the lythari are called silver shadows. Showing off. And it’s driving Gale insane.

“Not… fair,” he hisses, but he’s biting down on his lip to keep quiet.

Rin looks at him with that cheeky grin, then leans in right beside Gale's ear to whisper in a low rumble. "Shh, you'll have to keep that pretty mouth shut for me, fenor."

“And if I don’t?” Gale whisper shouts. “What’ll you do about it?”

"Nothing. I think you care much more about modesty than I do," Rin returns whisper soft, before nipping at Gale's ear. The wizard shudders against Rin’s body at the way he’s teasing him. Threatening him, even.

The lythari shifts Gale in his arms just enough to tease at his entrance. Feeling Rin pressing hot and hard against him, right where he desperately wants him - is almost unbearable. Gale has to press his face into Rin’s shoulder, to muffle the strangled gasp that escapes him.

They can hear a few of the others chatting together as they go about their evening routines on the other side of the rocks they hide behind. Talking and joking and getting things ready for the night. Gale knows that if he makes a sound, they’ll all hear him - he has to keep quiet, he has to keep contained-

But Rin's much too far gone to care if any of them know - he hides only for Gale's sake. He slides teasingly against Gale, and the wizard has to bite down on Rin’s shoulder to keep himself from making any noise. Struggling to hold back the gasps and moans that Rin’s slow slide is coaxing out of him.

Rin's mouth opens with a ragged breath as he slowly eases himself inside almost torturously slow. It's Rin struggling now as Gale bites and he’s surrounded by the warm, wet heat of him. His nostrils flare as he tries to take quiet breaths and stifle the growl - the howl- that wants to claw it's way free.

The wizard can feel Rin struggling- how his breath quickens as he feels Gale’s teeth, the way he’s trying to keep quiet - all because of him. It’s exquisite. His teeth sink down, leaving marks on Rin’s shoulder to keep himself from gasping. And Gale takes a wicked satisfaction in leaving those marks on the lythari.

Rin huffs a short, soft growl and leans his head back just far enough to make eye contact. A silent question as he searches Gale's eyes, watches his expression.

Even now, even as lost as they both are, he's still asking, still making sure. Gods, the way Rin is huffing and growling, holding back for him, searching his eyes to make sure he’s okay - even as his expression screams his need.

Gale looks back, his own gaze hazy with lust, his body shaking with desire and need for more. He nods, biting his lip as he tries to keep himself still, hoping Rin can read the answer to his question in his expression. Please…

Rin grins - that sharp roguish expression that makes Gale's stomach flip. That cheeky look can only possibly mean 'hold on'.

He adjusts them slightly, guiding Gale to hold tight with one arm around Rin's neck. Holding eye contact, Rin urges Gale to grasp himself with his free hand. Gale follows every order, moaning behind bitten lip at the feeling and the anticipation. Then Rin positions his own hands so one arm bands across Gale's back to grasp his shoulder, while the other wraps tight around Gale's waist.

And then slowly at first, but quickly growing in pace, Rin starts to move his hips against Gale's.

It takes everything Gale has to hold back the need to cry out. To whine and babble and praise. It feels so incredibly good. The way Rin holds him up, close to his chest, his teeth digging into his lip to stifle those feral sounds. Gale can't keep his hips from bucking into his own hand, matching the pace Rin is setting.

Rin can't hold back the soft needy growl that rumbles at the sight - nor can Gale stop the muffled moan into Rin’s shoulder in response. He manages to keep it quiet, muffled enough the others don't notice - if only barely.

The lythari only barely suppresses the noises that want to tear free. Would that he could hear that sweet ecstasy he can see on Gale's face. He'll have to make due with the way Gale's breath hitches and speeds up, the pounding of his heart, the scent of him... With a sharp inhale, Rin increases his pace.

An echo of laughter reminds Gale why they’re being so quiet. They’re just on the other side of the rock, talking without knowing anything of what they’re doing, of how close they are-

The thought makes something go hot and tight in his gut, his hips bucking faster into his hand, his gasps and moans muffled against Rin’s shoulder.

Rin moves quicker to match Gale's pace - his eyes drinking in Gale's every movement, his every expression. He can feel the way Rin is watching him. Every little move he makes, his every expression being studied, taken in. Every desperate move of his hips and his hand being seen. It's too much, he’s losing the fight against his desires, his moans against Rin's skin growing slightly louder.

Rin surges in to capture Gale's lips, swallowing his desperate sounds. The feel of Rin's warm lips against his makes him tremble. His hips rock up into his hand and back onto Rin, his teeth catching on Rin's lip, his mind fuzzy and blank with overwhelming pleasure.

Rin nips back, greedy in his exploration of Gale's mouth. He hardly cares about the world around them anymore. All that matters is the man trembling in his arms, coming undone around him, unraveled by his touch.

The way Rin’s lips move desperately against his, as if trying to consume him - brings another whimper out of him. He tries to focus on the kiss, on returning it, his tongue sliding against his - but he's distracted by how close he is, how good he feels, how he wants and needs more-

Rin gives him everything. Quiet as he can, urging him to stay quiet with his kiss but taking him apart with every thrust.

Rin moves against him, filling him, faster, deeper- it's too much, it's too much, he's getting close, so close- just a little more, he's teetering on the edge-

“Give it to me, Gale...” Rin growls the command in a rough, quiet whisper.

It's enough to send rocketing to his finish. Gale trembles and shakes at the lightning hot pleasure bolting down his spine as his vision goes white. Gale grips Rin tightly, his legs squeezing Rin’s waist as his heart hammers in his chest.

Rin only just manages to muffle a groan at the feel of Gale squeezing tight around him. The sight of Gale, flushed and breathless, coming undone...

Gale can feel Rin tensing beneath him, gripping him a little tighter, moving more erratically against him, and all he can do is try to keep kissing Rin through it, to keep kissing him through it all. It doesn't take long before Rin's following after.

Rin growls roughly as he finds his own release, teeth catch on his shoulder to keep the sound quiet, his body shaking against Gale as he spills inside him.

Panting heavily, Rin slowly lowers them both until he's sitting on a rock beneath the surface. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Gale's neck as he holds the smaller man in his lap and tries to catch his breath.

Gale’s head spins as he holds tight to Rin, his mind still fuzzy with the afterglow. As he slowly comes back to himself, he tilts his head to rest it against the lythari, taking slow, deep breaths as he clings to him.

Gale shivers, the afterglow still making him feel fuzzy and languid. Rin's gentle and soothing - large hands roaming up and down Gale's back, helping him catch his breath. Terrifically gentle as he pulls out and presses soft kisses to Gale's skin.

The soft, almost lazy kisses find all the spots marked - everywhere the lythari claimed him. Will they be covered by the collar of his robes? Gale shivers as he thinks about how they will bruise and linger - potentially showing everyone that Gale is his…

For a few moments, the two of them just sit, slowly getting their breath back. The quiet noises and chatter of their friends on the other side of their cover continues, their companions non-the-wiser.

"Are you alright?" Rin breathes softly. He nuzzles Gale tenderly, his hands still smoothing up and down.

Gale lets out a soft sigh as his hands slide around Rin to wrap more securely around him, letting himself bask in the lythari’s attention. It almost feels like floating as he comes down.

"Alright?" Gale huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly against where it rests on Rin. "Better than alright."

"Good," Rin murmurs against Gale's skin. His touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing for a man his size. But being in the lythari’s embrace, huddled close, feels immensely safe.

Safe. Even with his size, his touch so gentle. His embrace so comforting and warm. The way Rin cares for him - Gale belongs here, wrapped up safe in Rin's arms. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Rin kisses his skin, murmuring soft reassurances. Gale wants to bask in Rin's attention for a little while longer… But the sound of their friends' voices and boisterous laughter drift over, reminding the wizard that they're not alone.

Rin lets out an impatient huff, a low growl settling low in his chest. His hold on Gale tightens slightly. Rin’s irritation at the reminded they're not alone makes something warm go through Gale. He nuzzles closer against Rin, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs reassuringly.

The lythari huffs a long breath, nuzzling into Gale's hair. Gale hums against Rin's neck at the warm, possessive feeling coiling in his chest. If he could, he would bask forever in the attention and the way Rin's arms seem to surround him.

"As much as I would love to stay here all night…" Gale murmurs, "I think we should probably head back soon. Before Astarion starts asking where we are."

Rin growls at the suggestion, but acquiesces to let Gale slide from his lap. It takes a moment for the wizard to actually bring himself to leave the lythari's embrace. And the second he does he mourns the warmth.

The wizard stands shakily, his legs wobbly. Rin's hand is on his back, steadying him without a word. The warmth of Rin steadying him squeezes at his heart.

He glances surreptitiously around the rocks. When he notices Gale's hesitant look towards the others, Rin shifts into his wolven form. The lythari uses his large body to walk ahead, putting his body between Gale and the others and obscuring the wizard from view long enough he can get to his towel and clothing. It has the added benefit that Gale can lean against Rin for a little extra support.

As he's dressing after quickly using a bit of Prestidigitation to clean himself up, Gale can't help but think about how Rin is protecting him, making sure he's able to get dressed without any of them seeing him. As possessive as he looks it's... adorable. Unexpectedly sweet.

Rin even looks away as Gale dresses. Watching their companions. Astarion calls out something cheeky and Rin barks back noisily at him. Gale watches him with a soft smile on his face as the way the vampire calls something back in jest and Rin responds with a deep growling.

Rin chuffs a disgruntled snort that makes his jowls puff out. When he turns back to Gale and sees him dressed, the lythari stands and escorts the wizard back to camp.

When they reach the campfire, Gale sinks onto one of the logs, taking a moment to breathe and try and regain some composure - though he can't keep the soft smile off his face. Rin steps aside to shake the remaining water from his fur, then flops down beside the fire near Gale’s feet and settles with a heavy sigh.

Gale can’t help but reach down to stroke Rin’s fur as he unwinds. They get a few minutes of peace to themselves before the others start to gather around the fire too.

Karlach is the first one to join them, exiting her tent to sit on Rin’s other side.

"Hey, big guy," she starts. "You and Gale were taking your time out there. Everything alright?"

The lythari just chuffs dismissively. Astarion joins them next, looking over to the lythari with a sly smirk on his face as he sits.

"Did you two have a good time out there,” the elf teases as he leans against his hand, “All by your lonesome?"

Rin raises his head to glare at the other elf, rumbling a low sound. Shadowheart is the next to join, sitting by Karlach’s side and looking between Rin and Gale.

"He has a point," she notes, her eyes on the two of them. "A little strange that you two disappeared off by yourselves for such a long time."

"I do not comment on any of your habits," Rin returns smoothly. His eyes look from Shadowheart and then to Astarion. His tone is light, but the threat is clear, "Should I start?"

"Oh, don't be like that," the vampire returns, raising his hands and shaking his head. "Just an observation. No commentary on what anyone does in their free time necessary. I just happened to wonder what you two were up to, that you were gone for so long."

"Do you need a demonstration on longevity, Star?" The lythari teases back.

Karlach lets out a bark of laughter, slapping her knee at that. Astarion scoffs, his smirk widening. Gale feels his cheeks heating at the rather blatant way that implies what they were up to.

"I think you're the one who could use a demonstration, furball," the vampire mocks, his smile growing.

"Careful," Rin shoots back, showing some teeth, "Or I'll drag you into the woods and teach you about lythari stamina, spawn."

"Is that a threat, or an invitation?" Astarion fires back, the grin on his face widening even further.

Karlach lets out another barked laughter, throwing her head back. Shadowheart shakes her head, a slight smile on her face, trying to hide her amusement. The way the pair almost playfully tease each other, nearly makes Gale laugh too. And he probably would were he not so embarrassed.

"Want to find out?" Rin's lip pulls back to show teeth.

Karlach slaps her knee again, unable to contain her boisterous laughter. Astarion leans back on his hands, his smile becoming sly as he meets Rin's gaze.

"Perhaps I do," he drawls, his tone almost mocking. "But would you have the stones for it, pelt?"

"Bold, kitten," the lythari replies. He pushes off from the ground to sit up, though he still doesn't move from Gale's side. "Want to choke on them and find out?"

Karlach lets out an outright cackle of laughter, her free hand smacking against the log she sits on as she laughs at the exchange. Astarion leans back even further, his smirk still on his face as he raises an eyebrow.

"Kitten?" He repeats back. "Well - I've been called many things, furball, but 'kitten' is a new one."

"Only fitting for those ickle teeth of yours," Rin huffs with obvious disdain.

"Oh, you are asking for it," Astarion returns, some irritation finally showing. "Do you want me to show you just how sharp my ickle teeth are, lythari?"

"Try me," the wolf growls back, lips pulled back to show his own large teeth.

"What's going on?" Wyll asks as he joins the group around the fire, glancing between a laughing Karlach, an amused Shadowheart, and an unusually quiet Gale, before settling on Rin and Astarion. Arguing. Again.

"Are we doing anything about dinner, or…?" Wyll asks Gale. Then notices his rosy cheeks and flushed expression and the warlock’s brow furrows. "You alright, Gale?"

Gale is staring up at the sky, his mind miles away and not at all paying attention to anything besides the warm feeling in his chest and the fact that Rin is still sitting next to him - the way he's still protecting him. Wyll's voice breaks through the dazed fog, the wizard shaking himself slightly from his thoughts.

"What? Oh, I… yes, I'm fine," he answers, his tone slightly unsteady. “Dinner, right.”

Rin turns slightly, looking to Wyll.

"There is fish," he rumbles, pointing with his snout towards the large pike Rin caught earlier hanging by the cookpot. Cleaned and ready to cook. Wyll looks to the large pike, his eyebrows raising as he looks between the large fish and Rin.

"Where the hells did you catch that?" Wyll asks, impressed by the size

"In the Chionthar," he answers easily. The great wolf rises to his feet with a languid stretch.

"How’d you manage to catch it?" Wyll asks, a bit perplexed. "Did you just... jump in and grab it?"

"That’s the usual way," Rin returns with that wolfish grin. "Gale was there."

Wyll blinks in surprise, then glances to Gale. "How did Gale help?" he asks, his tone still bewildered.

"Moral support," the lythari drawls. That has Gale choking out a soft laugh, the wizard shaking his head at Rin's answer.

"Moral support," he repeats with amusement. "Yes, I'm sure me cheering you on was the greatest help in catching that pike."

"Indeed," Rin murmurs with a toothy approximation of a grin. He starts loping his way across camp and towards the woods - clearly off to get his own dinner. Gale watches him walk off into the woods, his head leaned against his hand with an indulgent smile on his face. Certainly much happier than when he last saw Rin walk away.

The mood lightened by the banter, conversation continues around him. Gale is still looking at Rin's retreating form, his mind drifting back to the river - to Rin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close, his lips against his .Wyll busies himself starting to cook the fish and they chatter idly for a bit. It's a few moments before someone finally approaches the elephant in the room.

"So, Gale," Shadowheart starts, wearing a lilting smile. "Just what were you and Rin up to, that you vanished for so long and came back looking like-" she gestures with a hand at the flush of his cheeks, "- That. Did something happen?"

"I... ah..." he stumbles, his mind still clouded by the afterglow, almost unable to focus on her question. He clears his throat before answering evasively. "We spent some time in the water. That's all."

"’Spent some time in the water’," Shadowheart repeats, glancing to Astarion. "So, you... went bathing?" She asks, her tone clearly not buying his evasion. "Together?"

Gale can feel his cheeks warm up even more as he grows flustered.

"Yes, together," he retorts, trying to maintain some composure. "What of it?"

"Oh, it's nothing, darling,” Astarion responds, his smirk growing smug. “You and the big bad wolf, spending some time alone together in the water... How romantic."

"Aw, that's sweet," Karlach says, grinning at Gale. The tiefling stifles another laugh behind a fist and Gale can’t tell if she’s genuine or teasing. Until she continues, "Sooo, the big, gruff lythari. Was he gentle?"

Gale is practically turning as red as Karlach now. When in gods’ name did this turn into an interrogation? He's tries to ignore the warm feeling that's rising in his chest at her question.

"That’s no one's business but ours," he manages to say after a moment. "But, if you must know... yes, he was gentle."

Astarion snorts, leaning back against the log he's sitting on, the grin on his face only growing. at the way Karlach's laughing again, Shadowheart's lips curling up, and Wyll's eyebrows raised in shock.

"Not even a little rough?" Astarion wonders, clearly teasing.

Gale is still bright red, looking between Astarion's sly smirk, Karlach's amused grin, and Shadowheart's raised eyebrow. Only Wyll has the decorum to at least look subtle about it.

"Some of us like it when partners aren't rough," he retorts trying to find some way to respond without embarrassing himself further. "And I prefer to keep private matters private, thank you."

"Oh come on, Gale," Karlach whines. "Don’t leave us hanging! Was he, y'know, a wolf in every sense of the word?"

The question has Shadowheart choking out a laugh, her hand over her mouth, as Astarion's smirk widens even further. Wyll very pointedly focuses on the cookpot, and Gale is pretty sure his face is on fire, a startled, flustered noise escaping his lips.

"No!" His voice comes out sharp and strangled with indignance. "I told you it is no one's business but ours!"

"Sounds like someone's being defensive," Karlach teases, holding back laughter. "What d’you think, Wyll?"

Wyll clears his throat, trying to avoid a laugh, .

"Uh... that’s none of my business," he says, his voice awkward, like he's trying not to sound too interested.

"Oh come on, Wyll-" Karlach teases, nudging him with her shoulder. "We need someone to ask the important questions! Ask him about the teeth!"

Wyll splutters, his face flushed. "That's not an important question!" he protests, almost as flustered as Gale is. "And I'm not going to ask!"

Karlach cackles at the outburst, nudging him harder. "Oh come on, Soldier!"

"I-" Wyll goes to protest again, but this time Astarion beats him to it, cutting in with an amused tone.

"You have to admit," he begins, "it's quite... interesting, that he can transform back and forth. Are there other things he can shapeshift?" Astarion adds with a waggle of his brows.

Gale's shoots the other elf a glare, his mind racing as he desperately tries to come up with a comeback. Before he can retort, though... Karlach leans forward, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh, do you mean like... his other parts? I bet-"

"No!" Gale blurts, flushing bright red. "Lycanthropy doesn’t work like that! His other parts remain the same from-" his mind scrambles to try to find the words, "-from form to form."

Gale winces slightly at his stumbling words. But his frustration keeps him going, "He doesn't alter his... his anatomy," he finishes tersely, his face burning with embarrassment. "And that is more than you or anyone else here needs to know."

Karlach whistles low at Gale’s answer, and Astarion's smirk grows. Gale’s eyes snag on a flare of yellow emerging from the gloom over Astarion’s shoulder.

"I almost don't know if that's reassuring, or disappointing," the vampire teases, none the wiser.

"You wouldn't find out either way, kitten," Rin growls from over the vampires shoulder.

Rin's sudden appearance causes Astarion to jump and yelp in surprise. Gale lets out a relieved sigh - his embarrassment eases slightly as Rin diverts the attention away from him. He’s also more than a little relieved to see Rin back so soon.

"Gods! Stop doing that! You scare the hells out of me," Astarion mumbles, a hand over his chest. Karlach cackles again as Astarion protests.

"Good." The lythari walks past him, licking blood from his muzzle. "Maybe it'll teach you not to gossip."

"I wasn't gossiping," Astarion retorts, "I was simply asking a question."

"And what of you?" The lythari returns with a slight sneer. "Are you cold there all the time, or do you warm up with a little blood? Do you have to ask before you come inside?"

Karlach lets out another bark of laughter, and this time the others join in as Astarion sputters in indignation. Rin comes right back to Gale’s side to lay back down.

"I- I am not cold all the time, and I do not need blood to warm up! You... you don't know what you're talking about-!"

"Well," Rin snarks back, "Maybe whenever you find a partner I'll be sure to ask."

Karlach laughs harder, Astarion's indignant protest increasing, his face flushing as he sputters. It takes all Gale's self-control not to cackle at the way Rin managed to turn this back in Astarion’s face.

The lythari leans closer to Gale, looking up at him with those bright citrine eyes. Then without a word, the huge black wolf lays his head in Gale's lap. Warmth floods through Gale at the simple affectionate gesture. A warm, fond, smile spreads across his face, and his hands begin to run through the fur of Rin's head, between Rin's ears.

The activity of camp continues on around them, finally moving on to something else, but Gale only has for the wolf on his lap and the feel of his hand running through Rin's fur. Things have clearly changed between them - but he can’t help but feel it’s certainly for the better.

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Things of Note at @neil-gaiman ‘s NJPAC talk:

1. Do you people understand that he switches into accents when he reads? Do you people know he does a perfect Michael Sheen impression? did you know it’s also hot

2. He used to cold call publishers/mags to see if they’d publish his work. He’d lie when asked what other magazines he wrote for; they’d think he was more legitimate and would, therefore, be more likely to take him on themselves. “You couldn’t get away with that now” thanks to Google. Also, back then, “we had telephones and we used them,” but today’s publishers would not easily recover if you unexpectedly called them on the phone.

3. It was a personal point of pride for Neil to write for each of the magazines he’d claimed to have written for. He said “I didn’t lie. I was chronologically challenged.”

4. Neil made a deliberate effort to not be boxed in by publishers. He’d interviewed many authors who were unhappily boxed and did everything he could to avoid it, including declining big contracts from prestigious publishers (notably after American Gods). This is why he can write what he likes now. Comics writing spoiled him in this regard, as publishers mistook the medium for a genre, and therefore didn’t care what he wrote (so he wrote all the genres he wanted to in Sandman).

5. He hates Thomas Hardy thanks to being introduced to him in school. Regarding being forced to read Tess of the D’urbervilles, he said “I wouldn’t do that to a dog”. He hopes students, who might have liked him if they found him on their own, don’t encounter his work in school and hate him for it.

6. “The evil characters (you write) don’t possess you, you try to find the little bit of you in them….the little bit of you that is gloriously evil.”

7. “I touched the magic and passed it along” this was a line from Watching from the Shadows that especially moved me.

8. Terry was increasingly upset as the bidding on Good Omens increased (eventually reaching 150,000 - can’t remember if he said $ or £). For his part, when the book finally sold, Neil put on Iggy Pop’s Success and danced.

9. Anansi Boys should be out on Prime by the end of 2024!

10. Described Sandalphon as someone you want to “hit with a large oar”. (The woman next to me, who was extremely stingy with her applause, hooted like an owl at this and clapped til the last).

11. Pronounces Amazon as “Ama-zin” and Los Angeles as “Los Angelese”. This isn’t noteworthy, but I liked it enough to write it down.

12. “Being on a beach in bare feet” was the line that led Neil to realize David Tennant would be perfect for Crowley.

13. He is pictured on the ALA’s poster holding Wind in the Willows because, as a child, “it messed up my head.” He said he is “in love” with a chapter in the middle called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn where the characters meet Pan. It’s often left out of printings, which makes him sad because it is “strange, beautiful, luminous”.

14. TOATEOTL was originally planned to go to Broadway. Then, Covid. They did a “world tour” instead. Now that it’s wrapped, talks about Broadway are happening. He says all of adaptations of his work, this is his favorite.

15. “Disney’s Aladdin plays four times a day in Hell”

16. His favorite question of the night was “WHY did you think of the Other Mother?” He was tickled by the word choice of “why”

17. Asked the library in Sussex “What have you got in the way of really good horror for four year olds?” Obviously none existed so he wrote Coraline.

18. Talked about going viral for being in a falafel, seemed to marvel at the progression of the meme’s meaning.

19. “Tumblr is its own madness”

20. “Stephen King has fabulous stories about meeting fans in toilets, including being passed a book under the stall”

21. Read “The Day the Saucers Came” which I misheard initially as Sauces. Saucers is definitely better.

22. “You want to see me doing Dickens?” I laughed inappropriately at this. I was the only one.

23. I don’t want to say what pieces he read because I want you to buy tickets to his events. But it was very nice to be read to by Neil Gaiman.

It’s very worth it to go. I flew out from San Diego for this and would do it again in a heartbeat!

[not-so-lost-after-all]

Moments before the disaster

Astarion and Tav having supposedly the last chance to have some fun time together AKA the missing opportunity to go on a date.

Inspired this amazing piece by the talented @lirotation This is not your Amaara but I hope you don't mind ;)

Tagged: @spacebarbarianweird

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His heart was lighter, she knew. It's been two tendays and something since he gloriously murdered Cazador, that prick who ruined his life, and they both were giddy. Amongst all the violence around, it was perhaps the only comforting thing, Esipre thought.

They both knew it's only question of time before he'll have to return to the shadows - if they survive at all - and they had an unspoken deal to make the most out of it.

They made love almost every night and sometimes it felt like her legs are shaped around his hips and her breasts were always sore. "He would make a fine consort if you're the type to be addicted to dick," Minthara raised her eyebrow and Esipre just shook her head and laughed.

She gave him her blood once, the most she could effort. As always it felt like falling into the cold water and then heatwave thanks to his touches. Her eyelids were already heavy when he kissed her and he tasted like smoke and brandy and the iron in her blood. She rolled her hips and sighed when he filled her up and then Astarion whispered something in elvish while brushing her chin and neck with his lips. Sometimes she woke up to him curled around her like a cat. One morning she watched the first rays of sun coming through the window and through the tip of his pointy ear before waking him up by kissing that ear.

The two of them were always the last to go to sleep and the first ones to get up, just shortly after sunrise.

But the time was almost up. Tomorrow or the day after that, she thought. Their merry band was well prepared and Esipre tried to keep their spirit high the best way she could. She was strangely calm about what they're about to do, she wasn't more sure about anything in her life.

When Astarion asked her about it, she shrugged. "Of course. But being afraid was never of any use to me. I'm done running."

"That's my girl," he grinned and nodded.

"Truth to be told, it was you who inspired me to not run away just because it's the easiest way."

He looked at her, bewildered. "Easy now, darling..."

Gods above, she loved all of him but it always made her heart flutter how precious he was whenever thrown out of his element.

"Anyway, this may be our last chance to have fun. Come with me?" Esipre smiled at him. She offered him her hand and Astarion immediately took it.

First thing first, she stole a bottle of red wine from a street vendor while laughing at his stupid jokes. Astarion was simply standing nearby, enjoying the show. "I could say I'm shocked about your criminal behaviour, you villain, but that would be a lie," her vampire rewarded her with a high pitched giggle. He stole two iron cups in a short few minutes...

The were walking along the waterfront and watched the last returning fishing boats.

They heard a scream from a dark alleyway and then a Sharran cultict running from that direction. She blasted him with a firebolt, then dramatically bowed like an illusionist when two temple guards were thanking her.

They were sitting in the shade of an apple tree in the park, with Astarion's head in her lap. The sun was already low in the sky, its light golden. They heard some female voices calling their kids for dinner. She wrinkled her nose as one of the buzzing bees briefly stopped in front of her. Esipre sipped a bit of the wine from the cup and laughed as Astarion was gossiping about Shadowheart. The moment was like the last day of summer, sweet and melancholic at the same time.

"What is it, darling?" Astarion noticed her unfocused eyes.

Esipre didn't want to ruin the mood but then decided to simply tell the truth. "I just wish to freeze this moment in time."

"I don't. I'm just happy there's something always changing in my life now, after two centuries of doing the same with the same outcome."

"And you can deal with anything, I'm aware of that." Astarion was the strongest person she knew but telling him that would make his ego the size of the moon. Though he wasn't so sure how well he's going to take the ending of his love affair with the sun because that surely won't come gently. But she left that unsaid.

Esipre caressed his collarbone with her finger. "You're still warm from the sun," she smiled.

There was a hint of something darker, painful in his ruby eyes but it almost instantly faded. Astarion then took her hand and kissed her wrist. "Just an illusion anyway. I can perform the same trick using't heat from the fire whenever you want to."

Esipre was a bit tipsy which always made her say things she would probably regret saying otherwise.

"Provided we'll survive. I... may not be some serial killer you can swoon over or a young girl who you'd have easier time to wrap around you finger..."

"Don't," he moved a finger across her jaw. "How many times do I need to tell you you're perfect everytime?"

She hapilly giggled. "...but I think we've still had a great time together. Just so you know." Becase you may not want to see me ever again if we survive tomorrow.

"Look," Esipre pointed at the last small part of the sun disappearing on the horizon with childlike wonder.

"I can only see you," Astarion continued watching her, now sitting next to her.

She turned to him, then they both closed their eyes. "Three. Two. One," she whispered to the last rays of the sun.

The kiss was teasing and playful and long like they have all the time in the world. "That choice was painful, you know that," he said when their foreheads touched. "It'll be even more. But for moments like this I wouldn't have it any other way."

[ellen-shame]

fuck it. sidgeno abo mpreg porn.

thanks @ticklefighthockey and @yabagofmilfs in particular for talking about pregnant sid

my wip title is "waddle"

This Is Not What I'm Supposed To Be Writing.

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Sid tosses his robe on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and stands gloriously naked as he pokes around trying to find his sleep shirt.

It’s enough to make Zhenya look up from his bedtime scrolling. In the last few weeks Sid’s suddenly started to look very pregnant. His belly has changed the tilt of his hips and the way he walks, and his tits are no longer little peaks, but heavy cups that make Zhenya’s mouth water.

“Ah, Sid. Don’t dress,” he says. “Come here.” He pats the bed next to him.

Sid grins dorkily as he clambers across the bed and lowers himself down next to Zhenya for a kiss. For some insane reason, he’s been shy about initiating sex since they found out he was pregnant.

“So hot,” Zhenya groans against his mouth.

Sid chuckles. “Even though I’m waddling like a turkey?” he asks.

“Mm, most beautiful turkey,” Zhenya mumbles, barely aware of what he’s saying; he’s distracted by stroking his hand down from Sid’s jaw across the swollen side of his breast and then the swollen side of his belly. He reaches down to give Sid’s soft dick a gentle tug.

“Feels good?” he asks, because Sid’s libido’s been up and down since he got pregnant.

“Yeah, it’s good,” Sid breathes, pushing Zhenya’s pjyama pants down and stroking his dick in turn.

They trade kisses and hand-jobs until they’re both hard, but then Zhenya has better ideas.

“You get on hands and knee?” 

There’s really only two positions that work for them at the moment, and this one is better for eating Sid out. He manoeuvres around Sid to get behind him. God, he looks so pregnant like this, his belly and breasts weighing down underneath him.

Sid’s ass has, if possible, only got bigger over the last few months. It’s obscene. Zhenya feels insane about it. He kind of wants to ask someone, like, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” - not to be gross, just to check that he’s not hallucinating or something.

He eats Sid out the way Sid likes it, starting with small neat licks and getting sloppier as he goes. By the time Sid’s moaning, Zhenya's chin is wet, Sid’s thighs are wet, Sid balls are wet. One of the fun surprises of pregnancy has been Sid getting slicker than Zhenya’s ever seen outside of heat. Zhenya licks his lips as he draws back.

He watches another trickle of slick come out of Sid and slide down his inner thigh. Zhenya whimpers and has to jerk himself off a little about it.

“C’mon, G, don’t leave me hanging here,” Sid says, sounding half joking and half desperate.  

Zhenya smacks a final kiss to Sid’s ass cheek and then kneels up, taking his dick in hand to guide it into Sid, slowly because he didn’t use his fingers first.

“It’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good,” Sid pants.

Once he’s fully inside he starts to rock into Sid, not really thrusting. Zhenya needs to Google sex during pregnancy okay? at least once a week at the moment, and even the internet’s reassurances haven’t made him feel okay about anything other than very gentle sex.

But luckily it seems to be working for Sid. “Ah, G, here,” he gasps, and takes Zhenya’s hand and slides it over his breast.

Zhenya moans happily. He can’t get enough of Sid’s tits. For weeks after they’d first popped, they had hurt so much he wouldn’t let Zhenya play with the swollen little peaks. It was maybe the greatest tragedy that anyone had ever suffered, but Zhenya had been very brave about it. Now, though, they’re full and soft, and Zhenya caresses them adoringly. It’s been a long time since he was with a woman. He’d forgotten how much he likes boobs. 

Sid likes it too, if the way he starts squirming back against Zhenya is anything to go by. Zhenya abruptly realises how close he is to coming.

“Miliy, touch yourself,” he tells Sid desperately. 

But Sid begs, “You do it.” Zhenya gets his hand between Sid’s legs and jerks him in time with the twitches of his hips. Thank God, Sid comes quickly, gasping as he clenches around Zhenya, and then Zhenya can let his mind go beautifully blank as he chases his own release.

It’s a bit of a project to get them lowered onto their sides once he’s knotted, but Sid seems comfortable enough. He likes being spooned at the moment, says it helps his backaches.

“Bean is okay?” Zhenya asks, running his hand over Sid’s stomach after a few minutes of dozing.

“Mm. She’s good. She’s sleeping, I think.”

Zhenya raises his eyebrows. They didn’t wake her up? Hopefully that’s a sign that she’s going to be a good sleeper. 

A minute later Sid says, “Oh, speak of the devil. There she is.” He grabs Zhenya’s hand and puts it on his lower belly.

“Hello, little bean,” Zhenya murmurs as his daughter squirms around under his palm.

“You think she know what we do?” he wonders aloud.

“Christ, I hope not,” Sid huffs.

Zhenya considers this. “She must feel it, no?”

Sid reaches behind him and smacks at Zhenya’s thigh. “I don’t want to think about my pup knowing when we fuck.”

Zhenya laughs into the back of Sid’s hair. “She know,” he says. “Or how we gonna explain when we give little brother or sister?”

[sourtomatola]

Taking Candy for a Fool part 19 (last)

You took in a sigh of relief as you saw Sun and Moon, still monstrous and gangly, kneeling in the center of the group of candy critters. They beckoned you over and you hugged them.

“Actually, Marionette grabbed me and had me sleep in their box with them. They kept me safe. Nightmarionne also gave me a taffy ball. I did eat it, is that okay?” You told them. The other candy creatures gasped softly at the news, making you looked around confused. “What?”

“Marionette doesn’t like anyone that much, and Nightmarionne hate everyone.” Sun explained. “Nightmarrionne’s taffy is rarer than our drops. Everyone knows you now, Cry Baby. You have all of our thanks. We were able to take the factory for ourselves.”

“You plan to stay here?” You asked curiously. “You don’t want to see the world??”

“Where in the world would beings like us be able to be safe?” Sun asked in in solemn awareness. “The sun is hot, we melt. The cold makes us brittle, and shatter. The rain will wash us away…We will be safest here. We have what we need, we can still carry out orders online with what we shed, we can just do it in our own time. We will be okay I think.”

“With a bit of guidance.” Moon added. “Maybe we can make a garden to grow the fruit to sustain us better. We can grow it on the room, or tear out a part to get the sun in. Maybe we can have Bee’s as well, to pollinate the plants and make us more honey to live on too.”

You smiled at their ambitions, happy to think of them being able to stay safe, no longer tortured nightly. Free to do what they wanted.

They moved slightly to show you that behind them, was Eclipse’s body. You swallowed sadly at the sight. You were glad he was no longer hanging from the wall though.

Puppet slithered in, crawling towards you all. They nipped a bite of stuck taffy off your leg, making you flinch. They smirked and continued to Sun and Moon, who they handed small metal box to. Your friends looked to Eclipse’s body, and you put the pieces together.

“Is that Eclipse’s core? Can you fix him??” You asked eagerly.

Moon observed it for a moment before sighing and showed you a puncture mark. “Too damaged…”

“Oh…” You deflated. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, either way, he deserves to be buried whole.” Sun said and gently opened Eclipse’s chest cavity to let Moon put the core in its place. You watched reverently.

“I should probably go…” You told them after they had finished.

“Come back often, Cry baby. You’re always welcome.” Sun smiled and held you close. Moon joined in the Hug, and slowly, they began to shed the sharp pieces of candy shell on them. Long pieces of black Liquorice tumbled down your back, and chips of golden butterscotch fell to the floor, shattering at your feet.

You pulled away to look at your shiny shelled friends. Sun’s rays were crystal clear and flawless, his eyes brighter than you’ve ever seen them. His candy ribbon ruffle’s colors were brighter, with extra thin stripes detailing them. Moon’s hat was extra soft and wafted the sweet scent of liquorice. His gummy candy collar and ruffles were fluffier and softer. They were so smooth, and had never looked better. Or happier.

The other candy beings started to shed their extra monstrous forms. They all shifted, shaking slightly to help the shedding along, new gloriously pristine forms showed them to you. Carl Cupcake looked at himself and let out a sound of displeasure to not being scary anymore, but it just made you giggle at his childish fussing.

“When you come back, we may have a secret password. Just say it’s our Cry baby, and we’ll know~” Sun grinned teasingly.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “See you guys in a bit.” You said as you headed to the factory exit. The silent halls, once filled with screams, now had a soft lullaby starting. You glanced back at the group to see Puppet singing again, but more joy was in their voice than last you met them. Without their box, they seemed to flout in the air, their tiny numb of feet drifting off the ground. Moon started to sing with them, taking Sun’s hand. Sun joined in the song, making more of the candy being joyously sing together in their newly found freedom.

end :)

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Undisclosed Desires - Part 10

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1457

Smut warning!! Masturbation only.

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A/n: of course I figure out how to write longer chapters when there's a smutty Joe Goldberg scene involved... Also, I realized today the whole "but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you" in the summary isn't actually that "soon". I'm just having way too much fun with stalker Joe...

Radio silence.

That's what the past two weeks have been, and it's my own fault. I fucked up. I tried to push for too much too fast.

When we left the festival, everything seemed fine. I got you a cheap burger and some coffee like I promised, and I sobered you up like I promised, and I got you home safely like I promised, and everything was just great. Then, the next day, I texted you:

ME: Do you want to get dinner with me after work tonight?

And you answered:

And I told you of course but then the weekend came along and you told me you had a thing, and then the next week you were busy, and now it's been two weeks of us barely talking. You're not even that busy, (Y/n). I know because you stay in every night eating twizzlers and watching Netflix. You're not even reading, which may have been a good excuse to bail on me if the book was really, really good.

YOU: ugh!!! i can't 😭 i'm sorry this week is going to be the worst

YOU: maybe this weekend? 😁

Well, today, I'm figuring out why you won't talk to me. It's easy as pie. First, I call a plumber about a leak in your bathroom. I make sure to pick a big company, so the person on the phone definitely won't be the person who comes by. Then, after your landlady has opened the door for the guy they sent, I go in and call:

“Babe? I thought you promised you weren't gonna leave the door open anymore! Oh, hello.” I act surprised to see the plumber coming out of the bathroom. “Are you… supposed to be in here?”

“Got a call about a leak. Everything seems fine, though.”

“(Y/n)’s always saying she's sure somethings wrong in there. I keep telling her there's nothing wrong at all.” I make a motion with my hand. “She's just not strong enough to close the tap all the way.”

Your apartment is old. I really hope I'm right about your taps being old, too.

“Well, there are no leaks,” the plumber says. “And you can tell her I said so.”

“Well, thank you for coming out, anyway.”

“Yup.”

I lie on your bed for a while, breathing in your scent. Then I go into your bathroom and smell your soaps. None of this is why I came here, but I can't help myself. I'm drunk on you.

And then the guy leaves.

I am gloriously alone inside your space. It's even better up close than from a distance: your books are all well-read, and on the wall where the windows are, you've got posters of old shows and movies. You've got a cd-player underneath your window which can't be seen from outside, and a cd-pole, too. You’ve got Bowie and Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana, and you don't just have them to have them either. They're not dusty, which means you actually play them.

Finally, I find your laptop. It's underneath your bed, just where you always leave it. You never close it down properly and you don't have a password, which means I'm in.

You are logged into WhatsApp and Discord. I can read all your texts. Your e-mail is open, too. This is the history of you, right at my finger tips.

I check the time. Four pm. Another hour until you even start to go home.

First, I check your texts. You are texting right now: your mom. Or at least, you sent your last message to her ten minutes ago, and you're still waiting for an answer. It's all in Dutch, though, and if I take the time to translate everything, I'll be here for far too long.

Your texts with Nadia are the same deal. Dutch. I translate the last few, from last night, because I think you might have actually said something meaningful to her, but nope:

YOU: what colour should i dye my hair?

NADIA: No!!! You finally have your own colour back and you TOLD ME to stop you if you tried to bleach it again!

YOU: ok but what if i dont bleach it

NADIA: I will fly over there and kick your ass.

I smile. I still like Nadia.

Below that exchange, there is your work group chat. Then, there are your messages to me. You don't text a lot of people, it appears.

Your Discord is the same: a whole lot of nothing. Most of the messages are years old and while I would love to go through them sometime, to get to know a younger version of you, today is not the right day.

Your email is more interesting. You, (Y/n), have a penpal. Here's the latest in a long, long email chain:

To: Greybird@wirrhino.com

Subject: WHY AM I LIKE THIS

hey hey,

i know we haven't talked in a while (why does every email we send each other start like that omg) but i miss you, and i wanna talk to you, and i figured you don't mind getting a message at like 3 am.

how are you doing? how's your family? how's the manny-ing job going? (is that even how you say that? idk. i'm not english and i will never pretend to understand the intricacies of the jokes of this language.)

a lot has been going on with me, i'll be honest. for one, as you know, i moved to new york!!! fucking finally. we are in the same country now, which means we have to plan that road trip across the states soon. come on, grey. we've been talking about it since we were 16 and we WILL make it happen. i will murder you if you say no!!!

anyway. things are good here. ish. you know how it is. the job is jobing. i don't think anybody there really likes me. actually i'm pretty sure no one there does. it's super lonely.

at least i've made a friend! his name's joe. he works at a bookstore so you just KNOW i have a crush on him. but also he's my only friend here and i don't want to ruin that. but i kind of am ruining it bc now i'm avoiding him bc i'm 100% sure he likes me too and WHY AM I LIKE THIS, GREY?? ANSWERS ARE NEEDED! but yeah. he's really great. and cute. and ugh.

write back!! i need advice and also i need to hear about your life.

love,

(Y/n)

I have never been so happy, (Y/n). I love this Grey, whoever he is, because you told him I'm really great. And cute. And ugh.

Also, you said you have a crush on me. I knew it! You are obsessed with me. You send emails about me at three am. You think I'm great, and cute, and ugh. You are avoiding me because you want to jump my bones. You are so obsessed with me you can't stand to talk to me.

I lie back on your bed and stare at the ceiling and I'm hard. Harder than I've ever been. I press my hand against my cock and then I unzip my jeans and stroke myself and is this love, (Y/n)? Will we one day tell our children you couldn't stand to be near me because you loved me so much?

Great. And cute. And ugh.

Great. And cute. And ugh.

One day soon you will show me that email and you will be so embarrassed, but I will tell you how adorable you are. I will tell you I was in love with you from the start, from the moment we met. Then you'll kiss me and you'll ride me right on this bed, right in front of this window where anyone can see us–

I check the time again. I need to get going soon, or you're going to catch me here. One day it will be expected of me to be waiting for you after work, but that day is not today.

I come hard, all over my fingers but luckily not on anything else. Part of me wants to wipe my hand on your sheets just so you'll smell me tonight, but I know you're not ready for that.

I go and wash my hands in your bathroom. The one where there isn't any leak.

I replace your laptop, make sure your bed is exactly as it was when I came in (messy, so that's easy) and pick up a sock you left on the floor. That'll be a keepsake for me. A reminder of this day, when you told someone you had a crush on me. That I am great. And cute. And ugh.

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Kinktober 2024 - Intoxicated Sex (Wet dreams & mind control)

@the-red-butterfly, my dear friend...here is another brandnew pairing for me that I've only written for you! Elwing is an Eldritch horror, Eärendil doesnt mind.

Prompts: Intoxicated Sex (Wet dreams & mind control)

Pairing: Elwing x Eärendil

Words: 565

Warnings: Mind control, intoxication of a sort, undue influence, wet dreams. sex dreams

Lulled by the gentle song of the nearby sea, Eärendil slept peacefully until the stars overhead were at their brightest.

Little by little, his dreams shifted from the gentle rocking of the waves to the churning, unchartered depths below.

She was there—she was everywhere. Her face already haunted his every waking moment, and now he couldn’t escape her otherworldly allure even in his most innocent slumber.

In his young life, Eärendil had witnessed and experienced enough incredible things not to be overly fazed by his beloved’s distinctly eerie qualities.

There was a light in her eyes that drew him in like a lost ship following the homing beacon of a faraway island.

Buckling under the burden of his own blood, he understood that Elwing couldn’t outrun her heritage and all it entailed any more than the rest of them.

While he was writhing helplessly under his thin, worn blanket, his mind was led down a tortuous path that shouldn’t even have been accessible to one such as him.

Enmeshed in his subconscious visions, halfway between a nightmare and a fantasy, he saw Elwing—gloriously, unapologetically naked and smiling brightly—flowing around him like the ocean, caressing his calves and thighs playfully.

Like a rising tide, her warmth soon engulfed him to his hips, and Eärendil gasped for air as one fully submerged by the maddening maelstrom of illicit passion.

Flailing and buckling, he lost himself in a dream so vivid, that it could only be due to the uncanny, unfathomable talents of the woman he so desired.

Kneeling beside him on the cold, hard ground, Elwing smiled.

She’d been wrenched from her parents too early to have been warned and instructed about the terrible, sensual power she’d developed after having left behind her childhood in her destroyed native lands.

Consequently, she didn’t hesitate to wield her insidious might ruthlessly, projecting pictures of herself as she yearned to be into the befuddled mind of the hapless sleeper at her side.

The young prince was handsome and kind, and she wanted him.

It pleased her to look upon his flushed face and watch the treacherous stain between his legs grow wider and wetter with every passing moment—he liked the images arising uninvited before his inner eye.

The camp and everyone within was fast asleep, so she undressed quietly and gently pinned his wrists to the soft, mossy soil to keep him from robbing her of her imminent triumph by a desperate, unconscious intervention of his own.

She could feel the intoxicating effect of her trespass course through his veins, making his blood pulsate frantically through his strong body, and she had to suppress a moan of utter delight.

As Eärendil’s eyes flew open to reveal the vague gaze of one in the throes of a mind-altering, disarming influence, Elwing gave him a soothing smile.

“I dreamt of you—you were gorgeous,” he whispered, lifting a trembling hand to her bare chest as if to make sure he was indeed awake now.

Elwing felt the song of the sea and the mellow melodies of the night sky thrum along her nerves as she took hold of the engorged, leaking cock she’d laid bare.

“Thank you,” she purred before letting her heart, spirit, and body be flooded by the subtle magic she’d woven around them.

As they moved under the stars, fate was rewritten by invisible hands.

@tolkienpinupcalendar <3

Thank you so much for reading!

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[albaskies]

James Sirius made his grand entrance into the world looking all puffy and red, a single strand of hair on his otherwise bald head, his dark eyes glossy and vivid, writhing and screaming for dear life in his father’s arms. For one, horrifying and unbelievably long second, Harry feared that his first born son - that had been so loved, so desired, so awaited since the moment they had found out about his impending arrival - had come out looking just like his Uncle Vernon. His terror subsided as he kept holding him, laughing at his own thickness, because he didn’t have any Dursley blood, and neither did his son, thank goodness.

A big baby, that he was. Already taller than Ginny’s whole head and torso by the age of six months old. Harry was always mesmerised by how he seemed to be closer and closer to physically outgrowing her, and yet she kept on holding him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

‘My big boy,’ she’d say, squeezing him through his cackles. ‘My sweet, sweet, big boy.’

Harry had stopped interrogating himself about his son’s appearance after that terrifying Vernon incident, but he couldn’t help but notice that his eyes had become hazel coloured, his hair dark if almost jet-black like his own - just a bit like his father, another James Potter that had lived once upon a different time. And yet, the shape of little James’s nose, his lips and his cheeks were somehow fuller, more pronounced, and didn’t immediately scream Potter - nor Weasley, for that matter.

‘He looks like a Prewett,’ Mrs Weasley said once, her eyes glimmering with hope and wonder. ‘He reminds me of my brother Gideon.’

It was too soon to tell anyway, because every day James would grow some more and would seem to look like yet someone different. Neither Harry or Ginny ever cared to join the guessing game, but would laugh about it for days, like that one time that Teddy had said that James reminded him of a niffler, or Ron had suggested that he looked just like him (‘Oi! My son’s not a git!’).

But then one evening Harry had found Ginny weeping on their bed, James peacefully asleep next to her in between two pillows. 

‘He looks like Fred, doesn’t he?’, she’d sobbed as he had taken her in his arms, lost for words.

He didn’t think that James looked like Fred Weasley, not quite - or anyone else specifically, for that matter. No, because James Sirius Potter looked like Ginny’s radiant smile when she’d walked down the aisle, her arm tucked in her father’s elbow; he looked like Harry's watery, glimmering eyes fixed on her and her only, and the warm feel of Ron's hand squeezing his shoulder. He looked like Ginny's furious blush that had reminded him of the setting sun so many years before, like the smitten grin on his face as he’d watch her sleep and she’d let out a snore, just a tiny one. He looked like those several sunlit afternoons spent by the lake on days he'd felt to have stolen from someone else's life, like their teary eyes and soppy smiles when they'd reunited after several months apart, like her blazing look, like the disbelief and utmost joy when they’d found out to have somehow managed to create another life. He looked like the stolen glances at the Burrow, the secret kisses, all the I love you’s; he looked like receiving the first Hogwarts letter, like the sun setting gloriously on the orchard, like defeating Voldemort at last. He looked like them and them only, like all those not-so-little things only they would understand; he looked like them and their family all at once, like them and their infinite love.