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pochaccoups · 6 months ago

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facetime — choi seungcheol & yoon jeonghan

pairing — choi seungcheol x yoon jeonghan x f!reader

summary — when three people in a relationship want to fuck but one of them is in a different country, facetime comes in pretty handy.

wc — 4k

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut, established polyamorous relationship, threesome (technically), phone sex, butt plugs, anal and vaginal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation, so much dirty talk, soft dom!seungcheol, brat tamer!seungcheol, prone bone, creampie, slight daddy kink, reader referred to as a girl, a lot of ‘cheollie’ and ‘hannie’ sorry but i think they sound cute

author’s note — umm hi can u tell i had so much fun writing this …… this will be part of a poly jeongcheol series i have in the works so pls stay tuned and enjoy !!! :>

seungcheol: just finished up the show, what are you up to?

jeonghan: busy.

Attached is a photo that’s slightly shaky and dimly lit, but Seungcheol can make out every detail of you with Jeonghan’s cock halfway down your throat.

It takes less than a second for Seungcheol’s caller ID to pop up on Jeonghan’s phone screen, and Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Yah… You know I hate being left out,” is the first thing Seungcheol says. The sound of his deep voice makes you draw your mouth off of Jeonghan.

“Cheollie?” you ask, beaming as you snatch your boyfriend’s phone from his hands so that you can see your other boyfriend through the screen.

“Hi, pretty,” Seungcheol says, waving. He looks hot, but that’s a perpetual characteristic of his. He hasn’t removed his makeup yet, and his hair, getting longer, is still styled from the show. “Miss me?”

“So much. We both do,” you say with a grin. You make a show of mouthing at Jeonghan’s cock for the camera, sticking out your tongue so you can slap the tip on it, swirling it around, all with a faint mischievous gleam in your eyes at the sound of one boyfriend’s whines and the other’s sulking.

“Yeah? Doesn’t really seem like you do,” Seungcheol says, laying back on a bed that’s way too soft, too cold, too far away.

“Seungcheollie, you know how needy our girl is-ah,” Jeonghan pipes up, moaning as you wrap your lips around him and bob your head up and down.

“I do know, and you’re not innocent either, Jeonghan. You miss getting your pretty little ass fucked, don’t you?”

You worry Jeonghan will bust then and there from the way his cock twitches in your mouth, but fuck was Seungcheol right. It’s why you all prefer to have sex with all three of you present, because at this point having someone missing feels… weird. Not bad. Definitely not. But the absence of a third lover becomes far too apparent.

Right now, you and Jeonghan don’t have much of a choice though. Duty calls, meaning Seungcheol is touring on the other side of the world—has been for the last two weeks and will be for another two weeks. Jeonghan would be with him if it weren’t for his enlistment. Alas, you have Seungcheol’s voice to do what it does best: tell you two exactly what to do.

“Take all of him, baby, you know you can,” he says, soft and slightly commanding in a way that makes you want to do good just for him, make him proud. And you’ve taken Seungcheol, who’s a little longer and far thicker, all the way down your throat many, many times before that swallowing Jeonghan’s entire length feels like a mere warmup.

Pride swells through you when your two boyfriends curse above you, filling you with an eagerness to give them more. So while one of your hands holds the phone, albeit shakingly, your other hand pumps the base of Jeonghan’s cock, in rhythm with your mouth as you bob up and down. It’s wet and obscene, the way you lap up the precum that leaks from your boyfriend’s tip only to let it spill from your lips and drool all over him, all over your fingertips.

Your eyes never break away from Seungcheol, who’s chewing on his bottom lip and staring at you with eyes that are both clouded over with desire and dark with concentration. If you know your boyfriend then he’s thinking of all the things he would do if he was in the same room as you two.

Jeonghan doesn’t expect it when one of your spit-slick fingers creeps down to his ass and traces his hole, and he squirms and cries as you prod at his opening before pushing inside. He’s taken Seungcheol many, many times, too, that your finger should feel like a warmup, but two weeks without his boyfriend’s cock stretching him out is torture, so the slide of your digit in and out is a sweet relief that he’s forgotten.

You pull your mouth away from him, sitting up on your knees so that you can angle the camera for Seungcheol to watch as your finger dips in, all the way to your knuckle, then back out of Jeonghan’s hole.

“He’s so whiny today, Cheollie.”

“Mm, more than usual, huh?” he replies, licking his lips, his hand reaching to his crotch to palm at it just a little. He thinks about how his fingers are twice as thick as yours, how Jeonghan would sob if it was his hands inside him.

“He misses your fat cock,” you say, and Seungcheol feels his sanity jump straight out of his hotel window. You’ve always proven detrimental to his patience and self-control, taking years off of your poor boyfriend’s life with your bratty ways. “Right, Hannie?” you say, right as you pull your finger out of him, grinning as he squirms and curses under his breath as a reply.

You only stop fingering him because you have an idea. With the phone still in hand, you dangle yourself off the side of the king bed to open one of the bedside table drawers, grab the silver heart-shaped plug and bottle of lube, then clamber back between your boyfriend’s legs. Jeonghan watches with glistening eyes as you drizzle the plug with lube. Once it’s drenched, you flip the phone camera around, letting Seungcheol watch as you press the tapered end of the plug against Jeonghan’s hole. The cold toy makes him flinch at first, and he shudders as you circle his rim with it until he’s thoroughly smeared with the sticky liquid.

The sound Jeonghan makes when you push the plug inside of him is pitiful, and it’s in harmony with a deep groan of approval from Seungcheol. You’re the furthest one from dominant among the three of you, and yet you have these men dangerously wrapped around your finger. Your men.

“There,” you say, content, like you’ve just painted a masterpiece—and your boyfriend’s pretty ass with a cute heart-shaped butt plug nestled inside comes pretty close.

“That’s my girl. So thoughtful,” says Seungcheol, and his praise ignites you with a sense of accomplishment that rivals the highest of promotions.

“Can I make him eat me out now?” you ask, because it’s Cheol who does this best; sets the pace, tells you what to do, lets you sit in the palm of his hand while he does all the thinking for the three of you. A true leader, through and through.

“Keep sucking Hannie off, baby, just for a bit,” is his instruction. It would be easy to disobey him, yes, to disconnect the call and turn off the phone if you so pleased, but the thing about Seungcheol is that even when his voice is soft, it still commands.

You pout only for the sake of pouting because, really, having Jeonghan’s cock in your mouth is one of your favourite pastimes. You waste no time swallowing him all the way down to his base again, only to pop right back off him just to hear a tortured moan from him. You fall back into an up and down bobbing rhythm then, steadily, lips wrapped tight around your boyfriend’s length in the way that you know won’t make him last long.

“Jeonghannie,” Seungcheol calls out, but the man in question is too busy whining and whimpering to hear him. When he’s close his brain all but shuts off and the only thing he can do is take whatever he’s getting with pretty, pretty moans.

“Baby, don’t let him cum yet,” Seungcheol urges you instead.

Jeonghan nearly sobs this time when you pop your mouth off his cock, but there’s a force in Seungcheol’s voice that compels you to listen. “Yes, daddy,” you say—the cherry on top.

Seungcheol drags a hand over his face, groaning. “Fuck, you two want me dead, huh?”

“Yeah, well, you two are disgusting… and annoying,” says Jeonghan, who sounds thoroughly irritated as a cute frown knits his brows together.

Poor, poor you, with not one but two needy, jealous boyfriends who can’t stand not being the subjects of all your affection. If it was you in Seungcheol’s position, alone on the other side of the world, you would never get this sulky. You’d be completely rational about it. Obviously.

The urge to soothe Jeonghan comes as an instinct, one that makes you crawl up from between his legs so that you can straddle his slender waist and kiss his pouting lips. He melts into you when you do, mouth moulding against yours so sweetly, his hands falling to your waist and the tips of his fingers dancing softly against your skin. The Facetime call is forgotten, much to Seungcheol’s dismay, as you drop the phone to the bed in favour of cradling Jeonghan’s cheeks in your hands so that you can kiss him harder. Your crotch, still clothed, rocks back and forth over his erection and soon you’re moaning into one another’s mouths, muffled by your tongues that are swirling together.

Jeonghan doesn’t have half of Seungcheol’s strength to manhandle you around, so he opts to gently guide you off his lap and onto the bed until you’re underneath him. He kisses you once, twice, thrice, leaves you reeling as he moves on to pepper your neck with soft nibbles and scrapes of his teeth. He pulls away for a moment only to drag your t-shirt (one of Seungcheol’s, of course) up and over your head.

Now that you’re less occupied with Jeonghan’s lips, you pick up the phone again and bring the camera up to your face, grinning at Seungcheol’s small pout on the screen. If you could only hop through the phone and into his lap, you would do it in a heartbeat.

“Cheollie, wanna see your cock, please,” you say, shivering as Jeonghan mouths at one of your nipples. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue as his hands reach up to grasp your tits delicately, and you sigh when his warm, wet mouth envelops one of your hardened buds.

“Not yet, baby, I’ll take it out when Jeonghan fucks you, okay?”

Seungcheol chuckles fondly at your unhappy hum, so he adds, “I wanna cum with you two, yeah?”

“Okay, fine- wait, Hannie,” you whine. “My boobs.”

He peers up, already between your legs, having decided he was done giving attention to your tits. You see right through it—your boyfriend is nothing if not vengeful.

“You’re too spoiled,” he quips, peeling your shorts and panties down your legs, exposing your drooling pussy to him.

“And you’re used to Cheollie doing everythi-ahh!” Jeonghan cuts you off when he licks your cunt without warning, sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your hand grabbing a fistful of his now-short hair. He’s far from rough and aggressive, but it’s precisely the patient softness of his touch that leaves you keening for more.

“Baby, can you do me a favour?” Seungcheol asks, practically cooing as he watches your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

But all you can focus on is the way that Jeonghan’s warm tongue flicks lazily over your clit as well as the grip of his fingers on your thighs.

“Baby?” Seungcheol tries again, only a little louder. This time your eyes flick to him on the screen and you make a little affirmative noise. “Will you flip the phone screen around for me, please? I wanna watch Hannie eat your pretty pussy.”

You do as he asks, pointing the camera to give Seungcheol a view of his boyfriend between his girlfriend’s thighs.

“Good girl,” he says, breathier now, his tone darker. It’s deliberate; malicious, you would say—his praise makes you a whiny, needy mess. His voice alone turns you into a slut and he knows that because you’d told him that, word for word. “And since I’m not there, can you play with your tits for me, baby? The way that I would do it? I know it’s not the same, but it’ll still feel good.”

“Mhm,” you moan. You find yourself closing your eyes as you let go of Jeonghan’s hair and bring your hand to cup your own breast, to squeeze and grope at it, to tweak and tug at your nipple, all while imagining that you’re leaned against your boyfriend’s sturdy, broad body and that it’s his big, unrelenting hand cupping your tits and not your own.

At the same time, Jeonghan eats your pussy like the fiend that he is. Unlike Seungcheol, who lacks the control to stop himself from ravaging you like an animal until your pussy is raw and puffy, Jeonghan is much more, as he is in all aspects of his life, calculated. He’ll string you along with swipes of his tongue that seem coy until he’s making passes through your folds, prodding at your dripping, awaiting entrance. He licks into your hole and sips at your arousal like it’s honey, intent on making you fall apart slowly.

“How does his mouth feel, angel? Tell him,” says Seungcheol, whose lips have gotten swollen from his relentless chewing on them.

“God, Hannie, feels so good,” you squeak, your eyes still screwed shut as if that’ll help soothe the heat that burns through your body from Jeonghan’s mouth. Your fingers keep pinching at your nipple, and then Jeonghan slips two of his fingers into your heat, sending your hips bucking against his face and leaving you whining desperately, shamelessly.

While his mouth makes out with your cunt, Jeonghan’s fingers dip in and out of you, massaging at your most sensitive spot over and over. He finds it with practiced ease, and he knows by now exactly what kind of vigour it needs to have you crying. He’s practically petting at your insides, your walls clamping around his fingers as your moans start to grow louder.

“H-hannie, I’m close, please, right there,” you squirm as your walls attempt to suck his fingers in.

You don’t see it, but his eyes flash with something devilish. Your other boyfriend sees it, though.

“Jeonghan, don’t even think about edging her.”

Jeonghan smirks with mischief, letting his fingers do the work as he pulls his mouth away from your pussy.

“Let me have my fun, Seungcheollie.”

“If I did that neither you nor her would cum at all,” is your other boyfriend’s response.

There’s silence as Jeonghan ponders whether he should obey or disobey. All the while, you’re mere inches away from your edge, hot with frustration because it’s so close; you’re so close. You just need a little bit more. It’s not too much to ask.

“Hannie, please…”

And he can’t find it in himself to deprive you any longer, so he crooks his fingers and works them as fast as he possibly can until you’re clenching, gushing, writhing all around his hand, wailing his name as you grab at his wrist but he still won’t stop.��

“Such a good boy, huh, Jeonghannie? Making her cum so good,” comes Seungcheol’s voice, sounding more breathless with each time he speaks. “Now we’re all happy.”

It’s only once your walls have stopped spasming around his fingers that Jeonghan finally slips them out of you and pops them straight into his mouth, licking them clean of every drop of your sugary arousal. He makes sure to gaze directly into the camera as his tongue laves and swirls over each one of his digits, knowing Seungcheol’s dick is twitching at the sight.

“I haven’t cum yet though. So I’m not happy yet,” he says, dragging a finger out of his mouth with a pop.

You sit up on your elbows with your cute, blissed out features, your eyes falling to his red-hard cock.

“Come here and fuck me, then,” you say, impatient, like he didn’t just give you an orgasm. You paw at the hem of his shirt (also Seungcheol’s) and bite your lip as he pulls it over his head, letting your hands roam over his pale torso.

“Ride me?” he asks. How predictable. If it’s not Seungcheol taking him from behind then it’s you on top of him. God forbid Yoon Jeonghan does the work.

“Actually, I have a better idea. And this way Cheollie can see us both,” you say with a grin.

With the phone on the front-facing camera, you prop it up against the headboard and roll onto your stomach, craning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Like this?” Jeonghan asks, straddling the backs of your thighs.

“Yeah,” you say, parting your legs a little, arching your back and raising your hips—presenting your soaked, messy hole to him. “Try not to get tired.”

He responds with a half-hearted smack to your ass and Cheol scoffs out a chuckle. Jeonghan slides his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, revelling in your tiny gasps every time it catches on your entrance. You’re prepared to whine and nag at your boyfriend to hurry up, but you suppose he’s feeling just as impatient as you are because he’s pushing in before you can even speak up. You look at Seungcheol, mouth dropping as you’re stuffed full with Jeonghan’s cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. His hands land on either side of your elbows so that he can hover over you, reel his hips back, and fuck himself into you like that.

In this position, Jeonghan’s length brushes right against your gummy, sensitive spot with every stroke, making you keen for more even though he’s just started.

“Harder, Hannie,” you sigh, pushing your ass up against his hips.

Instead of listening, he drops his head to the crook of your shoulder and kisses your skin. His breath tickles your ear when he whispers to you: “ah, what’s the rush, angel?”

You turn your head to catch his gaze, to drink in the sight of his face as he takes what he needs from you; his cheeks pink, his eyes tired and full of hunger. His lips, plump and enticing, evoke an unrivalled craving within you and he reads you well, brings his mouth to yours to give you as much satiation as he can muster.

Seungcheol sits, silent, waiting. His patience is mere embers as he watches you two, his boyfriend and his girlfriend, tangled within one another. The wet slap of Jeonghan’s balls against the back of your thighs; the smacking of your lips, teeth, and tongues. He misses it. Fuck, he could go insane.

“Cheollie,” you whine, when Jeonghan’s lips are no longer enough. “Want you to feel good too.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replies, abandoning all semblance of the self-control he’d displayed up until now. It’s time, anyway, he thinks. He’s held off long enough. He puts his phone down and there’s shuffling as he strips himself of his sweat-soaked outfit from the show and settles upon the bed sheets once more.

Saliva pools from the sides of your mouth when he angles his camera to show you his hand wrapped around his thick, erect dick and God, what you’d do to have it bruising the back of your throat until you’re gagging, letting him defile you all while he coos the sweetest of praises at you.

“Daddy, I miss your cock so bad,” you admit in a weak whimper, shivering when Jeonghan angles himself deeper inside you.

“Yeah? Miss how I’d fuck your pretty little mouth?”

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around me, Seungcheollie,” Jeonghan grits. “Greedy little thing.”

“I mean, it’s our fault one cock’s not enough to make her happy anymore,” says Seungcheol, sighing with relief as he thumbs at his leaking tip, squeezing his fist around it, reminiscent of the way that you and Jeonghan like to tease him.

“Like I said,” says Jeonghan as he pushes two of his fingers between your parted lips. “Spoiled.”

You moan around them, staring straight into the camera as you suck on them, staring at Seungcheol, who starts to pump his hand up and down his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and pretend it’s your hand, or Jeonghan’s hand, or one of your tight, warm holes, but he can’t take his eyes off of his phone screen no matter how hard he wants to, and, well, he doesn’t want to.

He jerks himself off to the same rhythm that Jeonghan’s hips grind into yours. Seungcheol likes things a little faster, usually, more rough, but it’s Jeonghan who’s inside you right now, not him, so he matches his boyfriend’s lazy but not too slow pace, one that’s just enough to give you a gradual stimulation.

There’s something about the whole thing—being fucked on camera, being teased with Seungcheol’s cock when you can’t have it—it has you way more excited than you expected. Way more turned on than you expected. It shows in the floods of arousal that drip from your pussy and dampen yours and Jeonghan’s thighs, in the way you’re whinier and more sensitive than usual.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s own noises don’t help. In fact they spur you on, coax you closer to your edge, urge the heat in your belly to grow. When Seungcheol isn’t giving deep, rasped curses, he’s letting out pretty, breathy, borderline whimpering moans. Jeonghan’s sounds are as angelic as he is. His voice is a holy choir in your ear, heavenly and soft as he gasps with exertion and pleasure; as he does things to you that any God would frown upon.

Jeonghan, too, is more sensitive. With the plug constantly brushing at his prostate, he can’t help but screw his eyes shut and pretend it’s his big, buff boyfriend fucking his girth into him. It makes his thrusts grow raggedy, like he’s more heavy. His body weight presses into you as his arms start to ache just a little. He’s impossibly deep in your guts like this and it feels so fucking good that your brain starts to melt.

Seungcheol recognises the look in your eye—absent, like you’re starting to tap out and letting yourself become consumed by bliss.

“Is she getting close, angel?” he questions, punctuating it with a moan, the slick glide of his hand up and down his cock like music in your ears.

Jeonghan hums affirmatively. “Pretty pussy’s choking me,” he says, his voice cracking, his composure with it. He tries to put more vigour in his thrusts, more determination. The sooner you cum, the sooner he cums.

“Cum for Jeonghannie, baby,” Seungcheol urges softly.

“Cum for me,” Jeonghan echoes. You don’t stand a chance.

The heat inside you coils up, then erupts. Jeonghan fucks you through your climax as you tremble beneath him, crying his name and clawing at the sheets below you.

“There it is, my good girl,” Seungcheol coos, tightening his grip on his cock as he tugs at it harshly as though it could ever replicate the feeling of your warm walls clamping down on him as you cum.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeonghan gasps, dropping his head to your shoulder, cock twitching. His next request is a broken, pathetic moan. “Ch-cheollie, cum with me.”

Jeonghan stills inside you, whimpering softly with every rope of cum that he spills inside you, letting you milk him of every last drop. At the same time, Seungcheol gives a resounding groan as he brings himself to his own release, cum splattering over his toned stomach.

There’s a moment of silence, or, rather, nothing but a harmony of laboured breaths as the three of you come down from your orgasms. You give a noise of protest as Jeonghan suddenly rolls off of you, but his stamina is always drained after sex—especially when he’s doing the work. You shiver, both from the emptiness in your cunt and the cold air that hits you now that you no longer have your boyfriend’s body as a shield from it.

“Seungcheollie’s gonna wanna see your cum leak out of me, you know,” you say.

“You know me so well, baby,” is Seungcheol’s reply.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. He makes no effort to move from his spot, opting to stretch his arm above his head and pat around until he finds the phone. He sits up next to you, points the camera between your legs as he grips one of your ass cheeks and spreads you apart.

There’s a screenshot sound as white drools from your spent hole.

“Seungcheol!” you shriek. “You pervert.”

“Coups-ya, send that to me.”

thank you for reading! reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated <3

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exchangell · 2 years ago

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INTRO + FIC MASTERLIST

hello! my name's chiara, and welcome to my blog :) im really uncertain of how everything works since its been a WHILE since i was last on here, but here's some information on me + a masterlist of my stuff :)

SO WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

first off, imaginary person i came up with for this post, rude!! im british asian, and pretty much all i do all day is write. however, the important part of this blog is that, once every blue moon, i take the initiative to actually post some of it on ao3. here's what i can offer you:

too much religious imagery

too many literary references

too many titles from song names (psst my last.fm is exchangel!)

too much vague dacryphilia (i'm not making the last part bold)

too much gushing over female characters

always open to fanfic requests!

i'm mostly active in these fandoms as of 15/05/24: i have no mouth and i must scream, yonderland, bbc ghosts

i never shut up about sir francis walsingham, harlan ellison and franz schubert, so.... yeah!

now, prepare yourself for....

FANFICTION TIME 😳

BBC GHOSTS + YONDERLAND (eventually)

pretty girls make graves - ghosts au (series on hiatus)

in your lap - sir humphrey bone/reader

letters from bone hall - sophie/humphrey

I HAVE NO MOUTH, AND I MUST SCREAM

sins of the flesh - am/reader

points of authority - am/reader (ongoing series)

CLASSICAL MUSIC RPF

an arrangement for voice and piano- beethoven/schubert

a poet and his pianist- franz von schober/franz schubert

and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- amadeus! salieri/mozart

chopin and liszt at mcdonalds- no ships

and teach you how to be a holy cow- beethoven/schubert

RAMMSTEIN (ignore this, i woke up and realised this wasn't the hill i wanted to die on)

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy!flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy mv flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

BATMAN

deftly- dano!riddler/fem! reader

house of flies- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

how the tables turn- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

CLASSICALOID

sardanapalo- liszt/fem!reader

down once more- mozart/schubert/beethoven, poto au

let's get mischievous (and polyamorous)- multiship (abandoned series)

blasphemie- multiship, unfinished series, 3/6 chapters

variations- headcanon series, beethoven/reader so far

on a cold night by moonlight- chopin/schubert

o mozart! immortal mozart!- mozart/schubert

OTHER FANDOMS

FNAF masquerade- ballora/springtrap, william afton/clara afton

BLUEYCAPSULES chicken tikka masala- william afton/gn!reader

DINOVERSE- so anxious- dr. albert krueger/gn! reader

OKJA- top 10 cool facts!!!- jay/gn!reader

HETALIA- god save the queen's jewels- no ships, crackfic

AMADEUS- and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- mozart/salieri

SPIDERMAN- schokolade- doc ock/fem! reader

LOTR- meet me in the pale moonlight - frodo/reader

DELTARUNE

something about you- rouxls kaard/gn!reader o holy knight- multiship, (abandoned) stargirl interlude- rouxls kaard/fem!reader

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exchangelfics · 2 years ago

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FANFIC MASTERLIST ☆

NOTE: i'm not in some of these fandoms anymore lolol. will update whenever i write a new fic ! excuse the horrible colour coordination

CLASSICAL MUSIC RPF

an arrangement for voice and piano- beethoven/schubert

a poet and his pianist- franz von schober/franz schubert

and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- amadeus! salieri/mozart

chopin and liszt at mcdonalds- no ships

and teach you how to be a holy cow- beethoven/schubert

BATMAN

deftly- dano!riddler/fem! reader

house of flies- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

how the tables turn- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

RAMMSTEIN

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy!flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

DELTARUNE

something about you- rouxls kaard/gn!reader

o holy knight- multiship series, abandoned

stargirl interlude- rouxls kaard/fem!reader

CLASSICALOID

sardanapalo- liszt/fem!reader

down once more- mozart/schubert/beethoven, poto au

let's get mischievous (and polyamorous)- multiship, unfinished series

blasphemie- multiship, unfinished series, 3/6 chapters

variations- headcanon series, beethoven/reader so far

on a cold night by moonlight- chopin/schubert

OTHER FANDOMS

FNAF masquerade- ballora/springtrap, william afton/clara afton

BLUEYCAPSULES chicken tikka masala- william afton/gn!reader

DINOVERSE- so anxious- dr. albert krueger/gn! reader

OKJA- top 10 cool facts!!!- jay/gn!reader

HETALIA- god save the queen's jewels- no ships, crackfic

AMADEUS- and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- mozart/salieri

SPIDERMAN- schokolade- doc ock/fem! reader

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sailtoafarawayland · 4 years ago

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Together (Entwined Series)

Summary: Emma bit her lip, almost regretting the fleeting thought that had caused the words to fall from her lips, the need that was clawing its way up from her chest and pressing against the back of her throat like something that refused to be kept secret. Tears burned behind her eyes and she blinked them away, overwhelmed by the suddenness of what she was feeling – was it even a normal thing to want, to ask for?

Series Information: A series of connected one-shots following the polyamorous relationship of Emma, Killian, and Hook. Each piece can be read standalone and is non-linear, but together will reveal some backstory and how these three came to be. Tags/warnings that are specific to each piece will be posted at their heading, but it is safe to assume all of them will contain some version of M/F/M and M/M (unless otherwise noted in the tags). If this is not your thing, carry on. If you would like to be removed from my tag list, please let me know. Keep in mind, I maintain one list for all of my work.

Rated: Explicit

Relationships/Alternate Tags: M/F/M, M/M, Emma/Killian/Hook, Double Penetration - Double Vaginal, Anal Play, Canon Divergent

Many thanks to @hollyethecurious for the lovely cover art!

AO3 - FF

Together

“It's bad form to make a man wait,” Hook groaned, barely restraining himself from bucking his hips forward, Killian's warm breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh that waited just out of reach. Emma's fingers trailed through his hair and down his back as she circled him, her naughty whisper in his ear reminding him to be patient, that they had the entire night to play.

She kissed him teasingly, a mere brush of her lips against his own before pulling back, her hips swaying as she smiled mischievously and turned to join Killian on the floor, slipping behind him. Her breasts melded against his back and the slick dampness that already coated her soft curls was pressed against his skin. She laid hungry kisses into his neck, desire and need swirling inside of her as she reached around him to grasp and stoke the hardness that was thick and weeping between his thighs as he knelt, her eyes locked on Hook's cock where it bobbed in front of her, waiting to be serviced.

Killian moaned at the heat and weight of her hand as it massaged him, his hips thrusting forward into her grip, the movement drawing a groan from Hook as his cock brushed against Killian's stubble.

“Not yet,” Emma admonished, whispering into Killian's ear, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she watched him lick his lips, eager to open his mouth and find what he knew was waiting for him – even if the black scarf tied neatly around his eyes kept him from enjoying the view. “I think after this morning, you boys deserve a little payback...”

Her hand tightened around Killian's cock as she dragged it slowly up and down, reveling in the way his skin slipped over the thick head and drew a shudder from his body, need rippling along his taut muscles.

“I want to watch you on your knees,” Emma murmured, her tongue tracing the flushed shell of his ear, “waiting for that cock and knowing you won't get more than a taste, not until I'm ready – but trust me, babe, it's so hard and ready for you...”

Hook's groan of desperation blended seamlessly with Killian's. Unhindered by any blindfolds, he could see the sinful picture that was his two lovers knelt at his feet, Emma's lithe fingers wrapped around Killian and slowly dragging him toward a release she wouldn't give him.

“And as for you,” Emma drawled, her eyes locking with Hook as she dragged a finger through the precum leaking from Killian's cock and brought it up to his waiting mouth, “I want you to know how hot and wet and needy his mouth is for you, how amazing it feels to have him...” Emma gasped as Killian's lips latched onto her finger and drew it in deep, his tongue swirling and cleaning all traces of his own essence from her “...wrapped around me like this...”

Hook's throat bobbed as he swallowed heavily, Emma popping her finger from his twin's mouth with a wicked smirk. His cock was straining and already near to bursting with need, the darkened tip of it wet with his own arousal and hovering only inches away from where he wanted so desperately to bury it, but their Swan was in far from a giving mood after they spent the early hours of the morning teasing her awake – bringing her to the edge over and over before finally letting her fall, and he knew this was her own form of revenge – their joint pleasure so close, and yet unattainable until she'd given permission.

The air between them was heavy with their breathing, her own included, and as Emma rose and circled her two pirates, she was seized with how beautiful they looked like this, Killian's powerful thighs bent as he knelt willingly, his hand and wrist waiting obediently against them despite how desperate he was for release, and standing above him, Hook – slightly older, but no less startlingly handsome, his own dark locks streaked with silver, his face just beginning to bear the traces of age, fine lines that branched from his eyes and furrowed his brow, his stubble hiding the beginning of more silver that he bemoaned each day when he looked in the mirror. His chest was as lean and well-muscled as Killian's, bearing scars that mirrored his twin, and yet others that were a departure from the path they'd once journeyed together.

Her indulgent perusal of her two lovers had pulled her somewhat from her brazen mood, and she swallowed down the heavy, melancholic relief that rose in her throat when it washed over her once again that they'd been able to save him before he'd become the man she met in the Wish Realm, a man who had lived his life alone and broken, unloved and with the hope stripped from his very bones.

Tears rose behind her eyelids and she stepped forward, brushing her fingertips across the rough canvas of Hook's cheek and turning his face toward her, her lips melding needfully against him, the fire in her belly flaring and burning away any lingering sadness as her hands roamed his skin, his body twisting to face her as a growl of longing rumbled in his chest. His hardness was pressed thick and heavy against her stomach, his fingers combing through her hair, Killian's panted breaths rising as he listened to their kiss turn sloppy, soft moans interrupting the glide of their lips.

Suddenly Emma didn't want to play anymore, to taunt them until they begged for release as she had that morning. She wanted both of her lovers as close as possible, no slip of air between them as they moved in that perfect rhythm that came from sharing true love.

“Killian,” she begged, her hand reaching for him, finding his disheveled mop of hair as he leaned into her palm, “please...I need you both...I need you...”

She'd barely gotten the words out before he was on his feet and tearing the scarf from his eyes, understanding flickering across his features as he took in her desperation and the deep sadness that sometimes loomed behind her emerald green gaze – then he was entwined with them once more, his chest pressing against her back as his strong arms encircled her, caressing the flat of her belly as his teeth grazed her neck.

Time seemed to slow as Hook tilted into her, their lips and tongues sweeping across one another as he threaded his fingers thought her hair, carefully draping her long curls over the shoulder Killian wasn't currently lavishing with attention. Her hands traveled as far as she could reach, nails scratching a trail through his chest hair and fingers kneading the muscles of his arms. Killian rutted against her back, his shaft just as hard and needy as his twin's, the two of them perfect and exactly what she craved.

Pressed between the heat of their bodies, she'd never felt more complete, more loved. Killian's palm, rough and calloused, trailed down her thigh, his fingers clutching her flesh and urging her to lift herself, to wrap her leg around Hook. He lifted her as easily as if she weighed nothing, coaxing her long legs to her to circle his hips as Killian did the same from behind, his wrist and fingers drawing along her backside.

Emma's head rolled back as Hook trailed his lips along the sweep of her neck, her pulse fluttering beneath the soft wetness of his tongue and the scratch of his stubble.

“I love you both,” Emma whispered, anticipation rippling beneath her skin like electricity. “I love you both so much.”

“Aye, lass,” Killian murmured from behind her, his chest firm and hard against her back as he held her close, breathing in the scent of them together as he nosed her neck, nibbling along her ear, “and we love you – you've both our hearts, always.”

Hook leaned over Emma's shoulder, closing the gap between himself and Killian. Their lips met over her sweat dappled skin, the soft groans swallowed between them making her core throb with the need to feel them moving inside of her together, filling her so completely in that way only they could do.

“Bed...” she moaned, wriggling in Hook's arms, her slippery folds rubbing deliciously against where his cock was trapped. “Bed, now...”

“Aye,” Killian hissed, nipping Hook's lip before pulling back, his blue eyes nearly eclipsed with black, his lips swollen and pink. “Let's give the little minx what she's craving.”

The bed sheets were cool and sensuous against their skin as Hook slid them together onto it. Emma perched over his body as he stretched out beneath her, rocking wantonly and sliding herself along his velvety shaft, small whimpers of need rolling from her mouth in time with her hips. The mattress dipped and Emma felt the comforting weight of Killian behind her once more, his hand and wrist slipping beneath bottom and lifting, calloused fingers wrapping around Hook's cock and carefully guiding it into her drenched sex, her upper body trembling and toes curling as she sunk onto his thick length.

Pushing down, she let more of Hook's girth slide into her, her walls tight and needy, grasping and pulling him deeper as she stretched around him.

“That's it, love...” Killian groaned, his fingers brushing against her opening as he trailed them lower, finding Hook's balls hot and heavy between his thighs, gripping them and rolling them in his palm. “Gods, I'll never tire of watching you make love to us...”

Laying beneath her, Hook watched with rapt attention, his tongue wetting his lips as he took in the beauty that was Emma arching above him, her nipples rosy and pebbled against the perfect, pale swell of her breasts, her arms stretched behind her as she clutched at Killian, his twin's lips and tongue teasing her ear, his wrist encircling her stomach as she rode him. She was a vision, his Emma, a golden goddess who'd risked everything for him, they both had. He pushed away the fleeting guilt that rose in his chest – Killian had made it, she'd made it, and they were all here, together. He grasped her thighs, rolling his hips gently beneath her and savoring the view of her folds parting around him, his cock painted with her arousal.

“You're so wet, darling,” he moaned, watching his shaft disappear into her once more. “It's heaven inside of you...”

Emma whimpered at his words, the sound rising into something wild as Killian's hand slipped between them once more, his fingers dragging her wetness back to her ass and circling her tight entrance, teasing the puckered muscle until she groaned and relaxed, the tip of his finger slipped in with practiced ease and was followed quickly by the rest of its length.

“And so tight, my naughty lass,” he purred, a second finger joining the first and slowly stretching her open, her movements on Hook slowing to a gentle rock of her hips as she adjusted to the sensation of Killian making her ready for him. Hook kept thrusting slowly up into her, his face flushed and contorted with pleasure as he drank in the look of ecstasy on Emma's face.

“Oh god, Killian,” she gasped, her lips trembling as his fingers turned within her. “I need you...”

“I know, love,” he soothed, gently probing deeper as she relaxed further into him, urging her ass back against his hand, his fingers scissoring inside of her and pressing against the thin wall separating him from where Hook was buried deep inside her tight sheath, “and I'll take care of you...”

“But I want...” Her words drifted into nothingness as a change in angle had the head of Hook's cock rolling across that place inside of her that made sparks fly beneath her skin, “oh god, oh god, oh please, I want...”

“Tell us what you want, darling,” Hook pleaded, slowing his strokes as he waited for her eyes to open and find him once more. “Tell us, Emma...”

“Anything your heart desires, love,” Killian murmured into her skin, his fingers slipping from within her to grasp her hip as he waited, feeling the uncertainty that had tightened her muscles and stolen the fluid bliss from her body.

Emma bit her lip, almost regretting the fleeting thought that had caused the words to fall from her lips, the need that was clawing its way up from her chest and pressing against the back of her throat like something that refused to be kept secret. Tears burned behind her eyes and she blinked them away, overwhelmed by the suddenness of what she was feeling – was it even a normal thing to want, to ask for?

“Emma,” Hook pleaded, sitting up and framing her face with his hand and stump, his fingers brushing aside tendrils of her hair. “There isn't a thing in this world you can't ask for, not from us – we love you, we love each other.”

Emma let the fear fly from her on a trembling breath, nearly laughing at herself for doubting even for an instant that this was something she could share with her true loves.

“You're right, I just...we've never...”

“Whatever it is, it certainly wouldn't be our first time trying something new, love,” Killian pointed out with a cheeky smirk, “and where would we be today if we hadn't?”

Still not brave enough to look either of them in the eye, but feeling more secure in voicing the new desire twisting within her, Emma let her hand drift lower, her fingers gently circling where she was still joined with Hook.

“I want to have you both here.”

There was a moment where the only sound between them was the subdued rhythm of their breathing. Emma's gaze still lingered on the soft rise and fall of Hook's chest, her other hand knotted with uncertainty and tucked around her waist as she waited to hear what they would say – was it too much?

“Ah,” Killian murmured, his gaze locking with his twin's over her shoulder – and if his fingers weren't still clutching at her hip, Emma would have guessed them to be scratching behind his ear. “We don't want to hurt you, love...”

“I would tell you if it was too much,” Emma promised, relief and love welling inside of her as she felt Killian's soft lips against her cheek, her body finally relaxing into Hook's as he pulled her back to his chest, her cheek tucked against his heart while he stroked his fingers through her hair.

“Aye, love,” Killian nodded, offering a reassuring smile to Hook before he eased himself off the bed and headed into their bathroom.

Emma listened to the water run for a moment as Hook dragged his nails along her scalp, and then Killian was back, his firm thighs pressing against her as he leaned over her and placed kisses along her spine, his tongue reigniting the fire in her belly as Hook pulled her mouth back to his, claiming her.

A shiver followed the wet trail Killian's mouth had left along her back when she felt the tips of his fingers, cool and damp against her heated flesh, Hook jerking beneath her as he dragged them along his cock and circled where the two of them were joined, their flesh slick and clinging together as he slowly worked a finger around the edge of Hook's length, stretching her walls gently.

“Bloody hell,” Hook growled into her mouth, her lips lifting into a smile as his cock throbbed deliciously within her, responding to the firm pressure of Killian's fingers as he worked his way inside of her, stroking the both of them in a way that was entirely new and intimate.

“Is that too much, love?” Killian murmured against her, slipping a second finger to join the first and angling his hand so they opened her a bit more, his fingertips moving pleasurably against her walls.

“No, god, no,” Emma sighed, the feel of his fingers inside of her with Hook making her hungry for more. “It feels so good, does it feel good?” she whispered, her words muffled against Hook's jaw as she tucked her head into his neck, canting her hips and sliding her knees forward, his cock slipping from her a small amount as Killian's fingers slid further in, a slight burn telling her he'd added a third.

“Aye, darling, it feels...it's so much, feeling you both like this,” Hook groaned, rocking beneath her slightly and feeling his hardened length slide back in easily, the arousal dripping from her more than enough to ease his passage even with Killian's fingers buried inside of her. He thrust twice, feeling Killian's fingers spin against him, their calloused ridges stroking his shaft and making his balls tighten.

“You're so bloody tight, love,” Killian moaned behind her, his own cock desperate to feel the heat that was so tightly wrapped around his digits as he stroked his lovers so intimately, “so wet at the thought of having us both...”

“Yes...want you both, together...nothing else between us...”

Behind her Killian's breath was coming in rough pants against the swell of her ass as he leaned into her, his fingers moving in and out with increasing speed, the steady fullness of Hook's cock and the rolling stimulation his hand was providing pulling more wetness from her body as she shuddered around them both. That deep desire to feel them inside of her together, to feel them come undone with nothing separating them, was twisting and surging through her body as if it were a living thing. She hissed at the sensation of Killian's stubble scratching across her skin, his tongue darting from between his lips to lick a hot path down the cleft of her ass and across her tight opening before arriving to where she was a sopping mess, his fingers pulling free of her with a suddenness that made both she and Hook moan.

His tongue lapped at where they were joined, hot and bathed in her essence, and she rolled her head against Hook's chest as he thrust himself deeply into her, feeling the slide of her walls and Killian's lips as he mouthed along his length before tearing himself away with a growl of impatience.

Emma's gaze settled on Killian, eyes heavy with lust as he took his fingers coated with her clinging arousal and wrapped them around his glorious length, precum beading and leaking from the head as he thrust gently through his fist. Her mouth ran dry and she wriggled her bottom, begging without words for what she knew he was about to give her. A breathy gasp fell from her lips as she felt the tip of his cock press against the place where she was already full, her wetness dripping down Hook's shaft and making them both slick and ready for their lover to join them.

“I'm so desperate to be inside of you, love, but I don't...I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered, thrusting his hips just enough that she could feel his swollen head pressing into her entrance, the pressure forcing Hook's cock more firmly against the other side of her, her clit throbbing mercilessly at the press of him so near to her bundle of nerves.

“You won't,” Emma moaned, lost in the thrill of what they were promising her, the tip of his cock throbbing just inside of her folds as Hook's shaft swelled deep within, his wrist rising to lift her chin and bring her mouth back to his own.

“Tell us if it's too much,” he breathed against her lips, the blue of his eyes a slim ring as he held steady while Killian pushed slowly into her, her body stretching around him as she whimpered at the tight burn of him slipping further in.

A waterfall of moans fell from all three of them as Killian's hard length slid against Hook's as he sought his place within her, the first few inches of him finally encased in her heat and pressed tightly against the firm underside of his twin's cock – his upper body fell heavily against Emma's back as he trembled, fighting the urge to push further, desperately afraid of hurting her as she writhed between them, keening pleas torn from her that begged for more.

Emma reveled in the heat pressed against her from either side, burning her from within, her breasts flush against Hook's chest as they kissed each other lazily, trading heavy breaths as each small movement sent flares of pleasure through them both. Killian's stubble razed her upper back as he rolled his cheek, mouthing her skin and carefully flexing his hips, his cock throbbing mercilessly as it stretched her walls even more, sliding another inch into her sopping heat.

“Emma,” Killian groaned, his arms trembling beside them as he bore his weight over them both. “You're so...so bloody tight like this, love, I can't...”

His voice was wrecked, his breath a shudder against her skin as he held himself back, unable to push any more of his length into her, but unwilling to relinquish the tight grasp of her walls that he'd already claimed.

“Allow me,” Hook murmured, his hand and stump pressing more firmly against her body as he ducked his hips, his cock slipping from her heat just enough that its head rubbed against Killian's, curses of pleasure echoing from them both as they met within her.

“Oh my god...don't stop,” she begged, barely recognizing her own voice.

A quiver raced along her spine as they started moving inside of her together, wild satisfaction burning through her like a wildfire as she felt Killian shift on top of her, sliding himself forward as Hook pulled out, the sinful sounds of her wetness coating them both lost in the harmony of their moans as they found a natural rhythm, Hook thrusting deeply within her as Killian pulled nearly free, the thick muscles of their cocks stroking one another as they claimed her entirely, imprinting themselves on her. Killian plunged back into her heat as Hook retreated, the pleasant burn that accompanied their movements fading into a latent heat that only stoked the neediness within her.

“More...need more,” she gasped, nearly biting her tongue as their speed increased with their confidence, her body receiving no break as they hammered her walls one after the other, desperate groans of pleasure muted against her body as they took her, her walls stretching to accommodate them both as they slipped past each other.

Killian released his tortured hold on the sheets and found Hook's arm, his fingers curling possessively around the firm bulge of his muscle as he slowly gave Emma what she needed – more – her body too slick and open to protest as he slid deeper within her, pressing wickedly along the length of Hook's cock as he held steady within her. Hook's head rolled back into the mattress as he let out a drawn out groan at the sensation, his fingers digging into Emma's skin.

“Emma,” Killian whispered, pulling her from the haze of wordless pleasure she was caught in. “Too much, love?”

“Fuck...no,” she hissed, wriggling between them and trying to work them both deeper – it hurt, the stretch of them both fully inside of her a confusing mix of pleasure and pain, but the image of what they must look like joined together in this way was playing behind her eyelids, raw desire and feral need muting the harsh edges of the discomfort.

“You, Jones?” Killian groaned, feeling his twin's cock bob inside of Emma and against his own as he shifted, their bodies slick with sweat.

“Bloody hell, Killian,” he responded, a broken tremor in his voice as his hardness throbbed once more, the feeling of them pushed so tightly together inside of their love nearly making him come undone, “just take it slow, mate.”

“Aye,” Killian rasped, and he slowly pulled back, setting a sedate rhythm that had the swollen head of his cock stroking Hook inside of her before pressing deliciously against her most sensitive area.

Hook stayed still within her, allowing his twin to control their pleasure, his breath coming in panted gasps as Emma dragged her fingers up his chest, snaking two of them between his parted lips. He latched on, swirling his tongue around the fullness she gave him, knowing how turned on it made her to see either of them with their mouths full – whether it was of her or themselves. He could feel his own climax nearing, the tightness throbbing and pulsing with a need to break free, Killian's thick member stroking along the ridge of his own shaft before withdrawing and sliding deep once again.

Between them, Emma's pleasure rolled from her tongue on desperate cries and whimpers, her body nearly slack as Killian fucked himself into her over and over, his own peak nearing as Emma's arousal ran down his shaft and slicked his balls where they slapped against their union, his body taught with the need to spend himself surrounded by the two people he loved.

It had never failed to make her dripping wet, watching her two pirates take their pleasure together, their cocks heavy and thick in their hands as they slid them along one another, toned bodies entwined as they stroked themselves to completion, their release coating them both and dripping along their fingers – and knowing that right now she was the heat pressing and holding them together, that it was all of them in this moment – it tore at that last shred of control she'd been clinging to.

“Almost there...” she choked out, barely able to form the words, coherent thought leaving her at the sound of Hook whispering encouragement against her skin and Killian groaning his approval, hissing how sinfully tight she already was and how he couldn't wait to feel her come undone around them both. “I'm there, oh god, oh my god, fuck...”

The coil of pleasure inside of her snapped, rippling through her body almost painfully as she finally came, her neck arching and a cry of elation pouring from her mouth as her core clenched around them, Killian's thrusts slowing as her walls throbbed erratically, squeezing them within her. Hook bucked beneath her as his cock swelled, his balls drawing up and tightening as he erupted into her, Killian groaning brokenly on top of them as he followed, his nails digging into Hook's arm as they both pumped her full of their seed, the heat and rush of their essences bathing her walls only drawing out their joint pleasure, cocks throbbing as their come leaked around their shafts and dripping from her pink folds.

The world around them was reduced to nothing more than the way their hearts raced together, their breath mingling and fingers drawing sighs from one another as they surrendered to that blissful fog, reality slowly slipping back to them as their heated bodies cooled.

“Emma, love,” Hook murmured, coming back to them first, reaching with his stump to nudge the swathe of blonde curls from her face. “Are you with us, darling?”

Emma groaned something noncommittal and buried her face stubbornly back into Hook's chest, eliciting a chuckle from above her as Killian carefully extricated his softening cock from inside of her, Hook slipping free only a moment later. She sighed, both upset at the loss and relieved, the soreness she couldn't feel during the exhilarating high of their lovemaking already beginning to set in, but the sensation of both of their releases running out of her was enough to make her purr in contentment, her teeth catching her lip as she lost herself for just a few moments more – reveling in how amazing it had felt to have them both coming inside of her at once, her own orgasm drawn out by the way their cocks had swollen and pumped her full of their seed.

Killian had rolled his his weight from on top of her, dropping tiredly to the bed within the bend of Hook's arm, his twin's fingers drawing lazy circles through the dark hairs covering his chest as they both stared at the canopy above them, still trying to bring their breathing back to a normal pace. Emma felt sleep tugging insistently at her body and she rolled to Hook's other side, nestling herself around his arm and pulling his stump into her embrace as she tucked herself against him.

“We should get you into the bath, darling – you'll be sore,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her disheveled crown of hair even as she tightened her grip stubbornly around him, her own lips marking his scarred skin with their soft caress.

“Later...” she sighed, unwilling to return to the world when her body was still thrumming from how deeply she loved them both.

“Aye,” Killian echoed, stretching his limbs that were burning from exhaustion, his chest still glistening with sweat and his body covered in a mix of the three of them, Hook just as deliciously filthy. “I'm inclined to side with our Swan on this one, mate.”

“Besides,” Emma muttered, stifling a yawn against Hook's skin and stretching a hand across his chest to find Killian, “if we sleep now and worry about laundry tomorrow, maybe I'll be feeling up to testing out how sturdy that new washer is...”

“Our insatiable minx,” Hook laughed, but he could feel the both of them relaxing into him, and when sleep pulled heavily at his eyes as well, he was content to let it take him – the feel of Emma's soft breaths against his scarred wrist and Killian's fingers entwining with his own following him into that peaceful darkness of slumber and carrying him back into the light of another day.

END

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hi, everyone!! this is dede (19, she/her, utc+2), and i’m pleased to introduce st. margaret mary’s favourite eccentric artist and the life of every party on campus, miss marie-madeleine lefebvre! more info under the cut. feel free to add me on discord (@***** ***#0688)!

the basics.

name: marie-madeleine lefebvre

age: 26 years old

occupation: graduate student (art history major)

chastitiy club position: secretary / dealer

the story.

I’M FEELING DEVIOUS.

as a young girl, they told her she was special. that she was the most intelligent child they could ever hope for, that one day, she would have some sort of great destiny to fulfill, something incredible to contribute to the world. and that, they said, is why she couldn’t just stay in school along with all the other children she’s ever known. it would be better for her if she learned some actual new things, they explained, and that is why this special program some unknown third party recommended to them would be the perfect solution. of course, it was in the pyrenées, far from normandy, where her home was and where they themselves were - but it would let her reach that potential that was inside of her already. she wanted to become learned and well-respected like papa, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

YOU’RE LOOKING GLAMOUROUS.

the route of mathematics they chose for her back at home was something of a mistake, quickly corrected by those at the gifted children’s program. they trained her in all sorts of knowledge, skills and sciences. the work was hard, harder than ever before. she didn’t have to really study before, she just… remembered what was said in classes. now it was a completely different world from what she’d known, and the change didn’t seem to be for the better. her days passed her by quickly, over textbooks, required reading, notes and guides, learning to have a sharp mind as well as excellent manners, to think critically while following every possible rule of savoir-vivre known to the world. she didn’t want to be worse than all the other students there, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

LET’S GET MISCHIEVOUS.

the life they had planned for her down to the second couldn’t seem appealing anymore as soon as she could really grasp it - when she had some time to even think about it, that is, in the middle of the night. there had to be more to being a teenage girl than absorbing facts like a sponge. a purposeless sponge, since now it didn’t seem so eager to have the floor wiped with it. the ability to pick one’s own courses came soon after that. of course, the choice was mostly up to the parents. but not if someone decided to, say, not read the letters they sent at all and refuse to answer any calls before picking what would distress them the most - any and all art-oriented courses the program had to offer. and after learning she was immensely dedicated to and rather proficient in painting, they wouldn't forbid something that brought such promise, would they? that's what she thought.

AND POLYAMOROUS.

when one achieves small victories, they only fuel the need for newer, bigger, more impactful ones. her case wasn't any different. she could find an academic path she was truly interested in and wanted to continue pursuing - could securing a social standing possibly be harder? she'd read and watched stories about wild, free-spirited women. surely such a woman would be appreciated in these strict surroundings as a break from the monotony. and so she was - the next year, when she was young and sweet, only seventeen, was an endless series of laughs. she laughed when a new social circle accepted her at her table in the cafeteria. she laughed as she choked on her first cigarette. she laughed, pulling the hands of two different boys at once, looking if no teacher could see them running to an empty dorm. she laughed when an older friend brought her a bag of coke for the first time. and when they told her to take her things, she laughed still, walking out the gates. nothing they did could bring her down, could it? that's what she thought.

WINE AND WOMEN AND WONDERFUL VICES.

all the pointless knowledge forced into her head wasn’t something she terribly missed. there was, however, still a host of problems to be taken care of. the first was, of course, the family she’d left back home. they were displeased with her getting expelled to say the least, and didn’t seem to be easy to appease. the second was her art. for all her distaste for the schooling system, she did at last have something she wanted to practice - something she wanted to master, to turn into a career, to be better, the best at. as luck would have it, both these problems had a solution. the family, thinking it would be an excellent continuation of her education, pulled some strings to get her accepted into some catholic university in paris - paris, with all its sights and nightlife, was an offer she couldn’t refuse. besides, the art history courses seemed cut out for her. she quickly regained the exact reputation she had in her previous environment - of the life of the party, the one who makes life interesting - and can still pull her weight and pass any exam after a year of slacking off in the brief moments she’s not painting or attending yet another rager. she couldn’t have it any other way, could she? that’s what she thought.

WELCOME TO THE CULT OF DIONYSUS.

the newly revived chastity club was something she chose to look into for one reason and one reason only: it seemed like the most hilarious extracurricular concept she’d ever heard of in her life. to be fair, it was even funnier when she discovered the true purpose of the club - and when she just sort of stayed there. the people, contrary to what she’d assumed, were not complete prudes - well, most of them - and they seemed to see the potential in her. she truly was valuable to their grand operation - with her reputation, her contacts and all the events she got invited to. before she thought about it twice, she was their partner in literal crime - and they’d somehow managed to become her closest companions at st. margaret mary’s. the sweet rush of adrenaline dealing provided her with wasn’t comparable to anything. maybe except for how at home she felt among these people, no matter how sappy that sounded. they needed their secretary, and she needed them, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

the headcanons.

while the style marie-madeleine practices currently in her works (and has been for a while) is decidedly surreal (some would go as far as to call it psychedelic… i wonder why), she has dabbled in impressionism in the past, leaving it after she found it too restricting (and after she started, to put it mildly, enhancing her perception with recreational substances while painting more routinely).

despite the gifted children’s program having taught her critical thinking and a rational, mostly agnostic approach to life, marie-madeleine is very superstitious and interested in the occult, frequently giving semi-clandestine tarot readings to fellow students at st. margaret mary’s, an activity frowned upon by more religious classmates and the school itself. no one truly knows if she actually believes what she says she does or if these practices are more ironic on her part, simply another facet of the eccentric artist mythos she’s built up around herself.

marie-madeleine prefers to use her full, hyphenated first name instead of just marie, even if most people end up calling her just that out of convenience; some would say she revels in the biblical ‘sinner’ allegory, and she frequently makes jokes about her new testament namesake.

she’s gotten in trouble with the chastity club a few times before for exchanging their stock for notes she couldn’t be bothered to take but needed to study for major exams, although substituting some of her own money for the earnings she would have otherwise brought in always got her off scot-free.

she has, at some point, come across the concept of gifted kid burnout and recognized it in herself, although it didn’t bother her like some may think it would. like all her non-social responsibilities, it was just another thing to push to the back of her head.

she has a few bottles of bourbon, her alcohol of choice, hidden in strategic spots around campus, including her handbag, some of the ladies’ rooms and more. no one knows where they all are - probably including marie-madeleine herself.

marie-madeleine has always harbored something of a fondness for greek mythology, just for the sheer absurdity of it all and for what terrible beings the gods really were. then again, she’d been taught the old testament multiple times, and it didn’t seem that much nicer. whenever someone tells her she’s being a disappointment to god (more often than you’d think), she likes to think dionysus would be proud of whatever she’s doing.

she likes to write on the back of her paintings, but not just write anything - what she does is use a rather simple code she devised to mark what sort of influence she was under while painting the work in question. it just seems reasonable not to forget that.

while her drinking and drug use is pretty out of control, she doesn’t smoke as much now as she did when she was a teenager. perhaps it’s because drugs are more easily accessible to her now, or maybe cigarettes just got too boring.

she would never tell anyone this, but she has a particular love for fluffy things, especially clothes - during colder months, when no one can see her, she walks around her apartment in a thick, fluffy robe and matching slippers.

she’s a cat person if the choice is only between that and dogs, but what she really prefers pet-wise is birds. she currently owns a black-headed caique named amadeus.

despite needing it to keep up the chastity club rouse, she doesn’t keep up an appearance of religiosity in front of classmates, as it would directly contradict most of her image at st. margaret mary’s. when it comes to staff, however, she’s a perfect, if unconventional, follower of jesus christ as far as they’re concerned.

she thinks it’s very funny to sneak up on others and then say something out loud when she knows it will scare them nearly to death. complaints have been heard, but not taken to heart.

her favourite holiday is surely halloween, partially because everyone suddenly wants her to do their makeup, partially because there’s twice as many parties as usual, and partially because of how triggered the most religious of her fellow students get, which she finds hilarious.

she likes to gesticulate a lot while speaking, and has gotten in trouble for this back at the gifted children’s program when she accidentally slapped a bypassing teacher in the face.

despite acting like a leo (or perhaps aquarius) stereotype, she is actually a sagittarius (shocker).

she grows vegetables on her balcony, and somehow always forgets to collect them until it’s too late. it just happens every time and she’s stopped fighting it at this point.

it’s sometimes funny to her how much conspiracy and care is being put into the chastity club’s weed trade, simply because of how lightly she views weed when compared to what she usually stuffs her system with in her spare time.

tba!

the aesthetics.

a red wine stain, striking against silky fabric. the devious smile of someone who knows exactly what will happen next. a worn-out deck of tarot cards. traces of cocaine on a marble counter. the bold, firm strokes of a brush on canvas. a half-eaten plum. a shawl flowing along as you move. the remains of paint on your fingers. a small bottle of bourbon hidden behind books on a shelf. healing crystals. ignoring responsibility until it goes away. golden hoop earrings. a broken high heel.

the wanted plots.

the good influence ( 0/1 ). another person different from marie, but in this case, they managed to strike up a friendship that probably ends with them lending her a few brain cells in exchange for what amounts to the ‘ted, i’m gonna teach you how to live’ gif from himym.

the rival ( 0/1 ). was it something in their shared past? just a general friction between people, as it often is? no matter why, these two don’t like each other in the slightest and will do most anything to show the other who’s the better... well... chastity club member here.

the neighbor/roommate/someone crashing on her couch ( 0/1 ). just because domesticity is adorable.

more to be added, but if you have ideas, hit me up!!

#✧ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 / about .#st:intro

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Cowboys and Angels

A COCKLES X READER RPF SERIES

Filming for the last season of Supernatural is underway and Y/N, long-time set photographer, finds herself the center of attention for two of her co-workers, Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles. A roller-coaster of emotions ensues over the year as the three of them attempt to balance work, the end of an era, and experimental love.

Part VII - Is Caring

Summary: Y/N hosts Jensen and Misha for dinner, drinks, and late Christmas presents. Warnings/Tags: Fluff, fun, emotions, and a boat load of sex. Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins/Reader Word Count: 4,982 A/N: Once again, please assume everyone involved is consenting and polyamorous. No spouse hate. No wife hate. No Cockles hate. No Misha hate. No hate whatsoever. If you don’t like RPF, don’t read it, and don’t complain to me about it. Update: The oh-so-lovely @atc74 made this stellar aesthetic for me in hopes that it wouldn’t get the Tumblr Ban Hammer™. Let’s test it.

Luck, it would seem, was on their side that night. When the opportunity for her to leave early presented itself, Y/N bolted like lightning. She had texted Jensen and Misha to let them know she would meet them at her apartment, but beyond that, she wasted no time in making her escape. An hour later, subtle, sweet aromas filled her kitchen as pots simmered and pans sizzled on the stove, and dulcet tones fluttered from the satellite speakers in the ceiling.

It was damn near perfect. Good food, good drink, good music, good company. And if her father’s recipe from the old country didn’t fill their bellies, at least she had tried.

Worst case scenario, she would have a hell of a lot of leftovers all to herself. Consolation prize.

The sudden thumping at her door startled Y/N so severely, she nearly dropped her stirring spoon in the pot. One cursory look ensured her everything would survive a few minutes unwatched, and so she headed for the door. There, trepidation pulled her up short, her hand hesitating at the handle. But a breath of resolve steadied her grip, and she pulled it aside to reveal her guests: Jensen in his usual trim sweater and even slimmer pants, and Misha in a light jacket over his t-shirt and jeans. They both bore a few wrapped presents and smiles bright enough to light up all of Vancouver.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Jensen teased.

She scoffed with an eye roll to rival Misha’s as she ushered them in. “You saw me two hours ago, gimme a break.

“To be fair, we’ve missed you something fierce,” Misha said as he crossed her living room and set his presents beneath the lingering Christmas tree. Jensen handed his over the back of the couch, then rounded on Y/N and wrapped her up in his arms.

“Fierce doesn’t come close,” he said under his breath. His full lips brushed hers as he continued. “Something smells good.”

“Oh no,” Y/N declared as she squirmed out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen. “You’re not pulling that shit again. We are eating this food when it is ready, and we are opening these presents after that. Before anything else.”

Jensen followed her, hot on her heels, but when she reached the stove, Y/N turned about and found him lingering at the threshold, pouting. Damn him. Nobody should be allowed to pout as pretty as Jensen did. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He grinned. “Okay, I get it. Misha even made me promise we’d eat first.”

“I’m starving!” Misha shouted from the living room. “And I’m opening one of my presents!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she turned back to the stove. “Which one?”

“This smaller, blue one,” he said as he rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. He rattled the box as he held it to his ear. “Beads?”

She stirred a pot on the stove to find her concoction ready to serve. “Buffet style, dish up here and take your plate to the table.” As she withdrew plates from the nearby cabinet, she looked to Misha and said, “You can open it.”

Giddy as a child on Christmas morning, he tore the wrapping paper and opened the small box. “Aw, a mala bracelet. It's beautiful,” he said as he held up the beaded bracelet.

“Oh, look, now we match,” Jensen teased as he held up his wrist. “Wait, did you do that on purpose?”

Piping hot meat and sauce flowed over the small pile of penne on her plate. With great care she finished her serving and turned for the table. “Maybe.”

When neither responded, Y/N paused halfway across the kitchen and looked to them. Jensen gaped openly as he scrutinized both bracelets, and Misha appeared on the verge of tears. She pressed on to the table and set down her plate with a thump. “Hey, c'mon, it's not that important. Don't get all sappy on me.” Both men remained silent, but Jensen regarded her with a fond smile. Her nerves got the better of her in that awkward silence and she rambled, “Okay, who wants wine? Or beer, I have beer. Oh, I could make mules, mules are good. If you like ginger, do you like gin—”

Misha crossed the kitchen first and wrapped her in a bear hug. “I love it. Thank you.”

She returned his embrace and said, “I'm glad you like it.” He continued to hold her so tightly, she began to sweat in his arms. “Misha, honey, I can't breathe. And the food is getting cold. I thought you said you were starving.”

He released her with a rough breath and a shake of his head, then darted for the stove. “I am.”

Another pair of arms wrapped around her before she had a chance to speak. “Intentional or not, you gave us both a gift. I hope you realize that.”

“I do. And it was intentional,” she muttered into his arms. “But I'm about as ravenous as Misha, so let's save the presents and tears and dramatic expressions of undying love until after dinner. And dessert.”

That snapped Jensen out of his sappier moment, and he loosened his embrace. “You had time to make dessert?”

She wriggled free of his arms and shooed him towards the stove. “No, I didn't. But I had time to stop at the liquor store.”

Misha, full plate in hand, sat at the table to her right. “More wine?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Beer?” Jensen stated. “Beer counts as dessert. Depending on the kind.”

Y/N headed for a cabinet as she replied. “No, not beer, although I have some in the fridge if you'd like one with dinner.” Wine glasses in hand, she picked up the uncorked bottle of Pinot on the counter and returned to the table.

“If not beer or more wine then… whiskey?” Misha asked.

She grinned as she poured him a generous glass. “Technically it's whiskey.”

Jensen squeaked a gasp as he arrived at the table with a heaping plate. “Did you buy scotch?”

Finally seated, Y/N said, “I did.”

“I don't suppose you'll tell us the distillery,” Misha teased as he cut into his food.

Y/N followed suit, slicing a meatball in half and devouring it. Savory red sauce filled her mouth, the myriad flavors combining for a taste unlike any other meal to grace her pallet. After finishing that bite, she said, “I will not. You'll have to wait until after dinner.”

A mischievous grin spread across his lips as Jensen spoke.

“Presents and scotch. Sounds like a proper date to me.”

“So which bottle should we open?” Jensen hefted his last Christmas gift. “The Bowmore or the Balvenie?”

“Jensen!”

His wide-eyed stare snapped to hers. “What?”

“We are not drinking your Christmas present tonight,” Y/N declared. “It was a gift. Besides, I bought the Twenty-Six on a whim, and I feel absolutely disgusting having spent such an exorbitant amount of money on liquor. I'm opening the Bowmore.”

Jensen stood with her as he protested. “There's no one else I'd rather drink the Balvenie with.”

Of course, he would say that. Y/N crossed the room for the liquor cabinet and withdrew the bottle of Bowmore. “Fair, and while appreciated, I would really prefer if you held onto it for a special occasion.”

He covered her hands as she tore at the seal of the bottle. “This is a special occasion.”

“It's a makeup date.”

“It's what should have happened on Christmas,” Misha insisted as he rose. “But if you're sure,” he paused as he withdrew Jensen's hands from hers. “We'll drink the Bowmore.”

“In your bedroom.”

Her glare darted from Misha to Jensen. A dark glaze deepened the green of his eyes, wicked, haunting, and alluring all wrapped up in one piercing look. A look she knew, had grown familiar with it over the last seven months. She had learned his game in that time. That bet promised everything he could give her. No. More. Misha lingered beside him, inching closer with each passing second.

She would see that bet. And raise him.

The thick glass of the heavy bottle dragged across the top of the wooden cabinet, and the crystal drinking glasses followed as Y/N turned for her room. She ventured a single step unaccompanied, but by the second, their wide strides joined her. Over her shoulder, Misha towered with Jensen right behind. Confident. Cool. And yet, she could taste their want, smelled in the air she breathed, and witnessed it plain as day on their faces.

Her bedroom door swung wide at the push of her hand. Dull lamplight cast a subtle shade of yellow across the room from opposite corners, and the bed sat centered opposite the door. “I'd apologize for not setting any kind of mood but,” Y/N began, “but I'm pretty sure neither of you care.”

“We don't,” Misha agreed as he took the bottle from her hand and served three generous pours into their glasses. He took one from her and handed it to Jensen, then set the bottle on her nearby dresser. “I appreciate the thought.”

Jensen raised his glass. “To you.”

“To Y/N,” Misha echoed.

She touched her glass to each of theirs. “To us.”

They repeated her and drained their glasses in smooth swallows. Heat radiated from her throat to her chest, filled her stomach, and raced to her toes. The only warmth that rivaled scotch was Jensen's hands, bereft of his glass and wrapped around her hips. Her glass slipped from her hand, whisked away by Misha as Jensen picked her up with such ease, her cheeks stung.

“Only one drink?” she asked as he neared the foot of her bed.

“No need to get sloppy,” he replied. “I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”

As he lay her on the bed, Jensen pressed into her, his weight solid, secure. His thick thigh parted hers to grind against her core and his lips found purchase along her jaw. A slick trail of kisses dotted her neck, her collar, and down the plunging neckline of her t-shirt. In that wave of sensation, she sought balance in his hair, so soft between her fingers. But then the bed shifted, and her wide stare snapped to her right and found Misha crawling towards her from the foot of the bed. He wore nothing but his boxers, a pile of his clothes gathered at her feet.

“You don't get her all to yourself this time,” he stated under his breath. “Back up.”

Jensen froze and regarded him from between her breasts, his hands cupping them. “Whoa, slow down, you're way ahead of us.”

“Maybe you should catch up,” Misha suggested. A coy smirk curled the corner of his lips as his stare locked with hers. “I'll help Y/N out of her clothes.”

A second of hesitation stayed Jensen's hand but then he stood and stripped. He managed to discard his sweater and t-shirt and started on his belt before Misha had even moved.

“Now you're the one that needs to slow down,” she said.

His belt hung from his unzipped pants, slack on his hips. A peek of briefs and pale skin shown beneath the hem of his shirt. “Will you two make up your minds?” he said with his own coy wink.

For weeks, Y/N had imagined how that very moment might come to pass. Her bedroom had always played a part. But beyond that, she wondered how they might end up there, in what configuration, where and how and even a little bit of why. So many iterations of that daydream had played in her mind, each drastically different from the last. But what always remained constant was the ache. The yearning. The outright desperation to finally experience that culmination of sensations.

And yet, there in her bedroom with Misha peeling away her clothes and Jensen stripping himself, Y/N could hardly believe it was actually happening. It wasn't until Misha tugged at her pants that she felt the air of the bedroom cool her heated skin, chest bare and pebbled with gooseflesh. A shiver coursed down her spine as he slipped from the bed and discarded her pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Back on the bed, Misha sat beside her, still in his briefs, but they left extraordinarily little to the imagination. And much like Misha, Jensen stood before her as he tugged at the waistband of his own boxers. The hard ridge of his cock strained against the fabric as he drew them down his thighs. Inch by inch, he revealed himself, and Y/N watched, unblinking. How could she? It felt as though she were seeing him in all his naked glory for the first time all over again.

To her right, Misha groaned as though he read her thoughts. And bless Jensen's heart, he blushed. Pink from nose to navel, he looked as shy as a schoolboy. He halfheartedly attempted to cover himself with one hand as he turned his hips aside and said, “Quit ogling.”

A pointed look to her bare chest preceded her retort. “You first.”

“Never.” His wicked grin returned as Jensen knelt beside her. Hotter than the sun, his touch at her hips lanced fire through her body, and an unbidden sigh escaped her lips.

Misha must have taken that as his cue, for he followed suit and shifted behind her, deft fingers soothing the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck. Her head lolled from side to side and her eyes rolled closed as he explored, knots eased and mind calmed. In time, she breathed with him, and though Jensen teased the sensitive skin of her hips and thighs, nothing would distract her from Misha's presence.

Except for the sudden fullness of Jensen's fingers slipping inside her.

Y/N sucked in a gasp as her back arched in a spasm. “Fuck, Jensen, that was mean, you knew I wasn't ready.”

He withdrew his fingers and examined them in the bedroom light. A fine sheen of her arousal coated them both. “Your pussy suggests you are plenty ready. And I know you loved it.”

Though she tried to appear mad, Jensen slipped his fingers back in before she could speak. Only an indignant squawk left her open mouth, one that faded into a high moan and dragged on as he began to stroke.

Behind her, Misha released her and shifted on the bed. When he returned to her, he grasped her wrist and dragged it to him. The hot, firm length of his cock filled her grasp as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

She looked over his shoulder and found Misha kneeling over her, a deviant look in his eyes. “Turn over.”

“But Jensen—”

“Will move,” Misha finished for her. “He's a big boy.” He paused as he glanced at Jensen. “A very big boy.”

Y/N did as he said and turned to him, and Jensen's touch withdrew. On her hands and knees, she looked up to Misha and asked, “Here?”

Misha's too gentle touch cupped her chin. “Right there,” he said as he angled the tip of his cock to her lips. “I'd like to feel this again.”

Even on her lips, the aroused flesh of his cock seared, hot and throbbing with want. She enveloped him to the head, ready to take him into her throat until that familiar fullness returned. A muffled cry breathed through her nose as Jensen spread her, not with his fingers, but with his cock buried to his pelvis in her cunt.

“Holy shit, I missed this,” Jensen shuddered as he rolled his hips. “Tight, wet, and wrapped around my dick. Oh, baby, you look so good on me.”

Misha groaned and echoed him. “These lips.” He paused for a breath. “God, they are sex incarnate, sin and lust and pleasure all wrapped around my cock.” Subtle rolls of his hips sent him down her throat. “And you take it like such a good little slut.”

Jensen's hips faltered a beat, but when she moaned on Misha's cock, he recovered. “How long have you been calling her that?”

“What?” Misha breathed. “Oh, slut? We tried it out a couple times before break. Along with a few other things.”

The bite of Jensen’s nails shot arousal straight to her core, and Y/N quivered under the wave of sensations. Christ, but she had imagined this. Anticipated it. Planned on it. Spit-roasted by the two men she had always adored but had grown to love? That had been near the top of the list. And yet, in the midst of the act, she floundered in the torrent of sensations.

But then a new arousal slammed her consciousness back into the present. Jensen teased the rim of her asshole as he asked, “Like these kinds of things?”

Misha hummed his approval, and Y/N felt his erection spike with a hard flex of his cock. “And others. I think you'll be quite pleased. She'll give us a run for our money in the bedroom.”

Jensen grasped her ass harder, thrust a little faster, and a guttural growl rolled from his throat. “Good God, honey, if you let us abuse you like this, we'll do anything for you.”

“Be careful, Jen,” Misha sighed. “She'll tie you to the bed, tease you into the most painful erection you've ever had, then leave you there until you burst without anything touching your cock.”

A long groan sounded from behind her, and that time Y/N felt Jensen's extra jolt of arousal. “Baby, I'd pay you to do that to me,” he groaned. The slick, sweaty heat of his chest met her back as he leaned into her ear and whispered, “But only if you tie Misha to a chair and make him watch.”

She reared back and withdrew Misha from her mouth. “Lucky for you, I'd do it for free,” she said over her shoulder. “But if we keep talking about it, we won't get much further tonight. And I want the fullest experience. If you get what I mean…”

Misha grasped her by the chin once more and pulled her to his lips with a rough jerk. His tongue dove into her mouth for a rough kiss, only to tear her away the second she pressed for more. “Next time, I'm coming on your face.”

“Only if I get to ride yours first,” she retorted.

“Deal,” he stated. “Now, turn around. I've been dying to feel this, too.”

Jensen withdrew from her with a snap of his hips, and Y/N shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Cool air chilled her arousal that ran down her thighs, and though she knew what was about to happen, her fingers shook as she turned around. When she grasped Jensen's shoulders, a concerned furrow of his brow darkened his stare.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he asked. “It's absolutely fine if you say no. We can do something else.”

“Better say it now before I open this though,” Misha teased as he flicked the foil wrapping of a condom.

Despite her unsteady hands, Y/N laughed. “I'm just nervous. I promise, I can take you both.”

Jensen grinned as he hooked one arm under her left leg. “That's my girl. But if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, tell us immediately. We'll adjust. This should feel…” He paused, whether for dramatic effect or to concentrate on slipping his cock between her lips, she couldn't tell. “Amazing.”

Four. All four hands grasped her, greedy fingers biting into her flesh, and not a single coherent thought penetrated her mind. Heat enveloped Y/N from behind as citrus and leather filled her nose, Misha's presence overwhelming. He grasped her by the ass as Jensen hooked his other arm under her right thigh and lifted. Weightless between them, their strength bore her as if she belonged in their arms, perfect in every way.

“Ready?” Misha asked, lips brushing her ear.

She dared not speak, her tongue heavy and unwieldy in her mouth, so she only nodded. And then that full, spread sensation returned. Jensen eased into her inch by agonizing inch. More. She wanted—no, needed more. More of them both, immediately, more of their touch, their lips, their lusty stares. Everything they could give her she needed in the moment Jensen's pelvis met hers, his cock completely sheathed.

But then the world shattered. Ice flowed through her veins and fire seared her flesh. Her mind warred with every sensation ravaging her body as Misha slipped into her ass without any further warning, not even a preceding touch. Full, so full, Y/N had never felt such a completely overwhelming rush of arousal, she nearly wept her moan of pure ecstasy to the sky.

Jensen gasped with her, and his hips stuttered as he withdrew. “Fuck, Misha, I… I think I can-”

“Feel you,” Misha grunted. “Christ, that's insane. I mean… I knew it was a thing but… holy fuck, I didn't think it would feel quite like this.”

He moved before Y/N had a chance to think, let alone speak. Jensen's lips landed on Misha's so hard, she worried he had hurt him. But Misha clearly did not mind, for his hips thrust in a sudden burst of speed, and Jensen followed. Their lascivious sounds drowned out the cacophony of her reeling mind, the wet locking of their lips and laving of their tongues far more arousing than she thought possible.

More. Despite all that they gave her, she needed more. As though he had read her mind, Jensen parted from Misha and swiftly turned for her, his wet lips tasting of them both. Misha suckled at her ear, then down her neck as Jensen's tongue dove into her mouth, and the mess they made of her heated the arousal between her thighs to a rolling boil.

Jensen swallowed her moans as he thrust into her, and though she struggled to breathe, Y/N hardly cared. In their embrace, smothered, a surreal sense of freedom consumed her. Safe in their arms, she surrendered to their strength. Though Misha yet held her, his hands roamed, one over her hip to tease her swollen clit, and the other grasped her breast. All the while he, too, thrust into her, hips slapping against her ass in time with Jensen.

“I'm… I can't keep this up much longer,” Misha muttered into the crook of her neck. “Your… God, your asshole is fucking amazing.”

Jensen tore from her lips and Y/N's moan burst free from hers as he said, “You better keep at it for however long she lasts, or I'll bend you over the foot board—”

“Holy fuck, I'm gonna come.”

Misha's hips stuttered and Jensen nearly dropped her. She grasped his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle, and he sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth. When they remained stilled, Y/N begged for them to continue.

At least, that was what she thought she had said. Maybe not the exact words. But the general idea had crossed her mind. She might have said it. Coherently, even. And yet, their response suggested otherwise. Jensen shifted her weight in his arms until she turned on her knees to face Misha. Beneath his stare, a long moment passed before she realized just how empty she felt. Then the room tilted until she landed atop Misha, tugged atop him as he collapsed to his back on the bed.

He smiled his brilliant smile, bright blue eyes wide as they stared at hers. Full of wonder, his gaze searched hers, but for what, she couldn't be sure. Answers? To what questions? She hoped he found whatever it was he needed, for she found the confidence and belief to assuage her earlier concerns in his.

“Ready?”

Foil crinkled from behind her, and when she checked over her shoulder, Y/N found Jensen tearing open a fresh condom. She turned back to Misha as a grin spread across her lips. “Are you?”

Fullness returned as Misha slipped between her lips and slid inside, bereft of his condom. A breathless moan seeped from her lungs as her back arched, fingers clenched, thighs flexed. Misha's groan accompanied hers, short rolls of his hips coating his cock in her arousal. That little movement—his thick shaft gliding between her lips, pelvis grinding against her clit—was enough to unravel her in a single moment. But that, she knew, was only the half of it.

A familiar pressure spread her asshole as Jensen slipped in, each inch easing the taut muscle. Nothing else compared to that sensation. Greedy fingertips bit into the meat of her hips, and a gentler grasp cupped her breasts, stiff nipples rolled between thick fingers. Rhythmic motion, syncopated thrusts, and timed breaths sang their song of pleasure, a sound no sweeter. The soft fullness of Misha's lips found hers with such a sudden need, Y/N whimpered.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Jensen stated.

When she parted from Misha, delirious drivel dripped from her lips as she tried to speak, so tongue-tied by the moment. No matter how hard she focused, the physical sensations inundating her senses controlled every ounce of concentration she possessed. In perfect time, they alternated thrusts, their pace slowly, agonizingly speeding up.

In too few minutes, the apex of her pleasure encroached. Though she had imagined that release, the myriad minutia and diminutive details of every step along that path, with the moment upon her, Y/N resisted. If she held out, the night might last a little longer, their time together that much more complete. But as her moans crept ever higher, Jensen and Misha renewed their pursuit of her pleasure, thrusting harder and faster, bodies slapping, and lips plying her flesh. While they were both doing their best, it was Jensen's whisper in the crook of her neck that toppled her over the edge.

Tightly coiled arousal burst at the seams and crashed into her with such force, her cry clipped short, and her breath caught in her lungs. Fractured spasms stuttered her hips as Jensen and Misha continued to the thrust into her at their own disjointed paces. In the grip of her release, the multitude of sensations drowned out everything until a sudden combined thrust from both men filled her to the brim.

The shock of such fullness startled her into focus, where she found Misha's face contorted, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched as a sharp inhale filled his lungs. His hips snapped down and withdrew from her completely as he reached for her hip. Between her thighs, he stroked his cock with short, quick flicks of his wrist. Deep grunts emanated from his tightly shut lips until his breath, too, stuck in his throat, and a hard flex of his cock lanced long white ropes of cum from the tip. Warmth ran in tiny rivulets down her ass, her cunt as Misha came on her. Beneath her, he shuddered in a final flex of release, grunting as the last of his orgasm dribbled beads of cum from the tip of his cock.

Not a heartbeat behind, Jensen withdrew from her and tossed the condom aside in one fluid stroke. The two men could be no different in their arousal; where Misha's harsh jerks and forceful hips ordered release, Jensen's long, graceful strokes and rolling thrusts into his firm fist seemed to gently coax his orgasm from him. He appeared almost as if he posed for a photographer, like some sort of statuesque art, his free hand smoothing his chest and thumbing a pebbled nipple. Proof of that poise softened his face, his eyes gazing longingly at her supine body—he seemed to be staring squarely at her ass—and his lips subtly parted. Faster, his deft strokes quickened until one final flourish bobbed the head of his cock, and a similar long white rope of cum flowed from the swollen head.

It landed on her ass in a graceful arc, followed by another, and yet another. Soft rolls of his wrist stroked the last inch of his shaft as Jensen sighed a soft moan, chin lifted, and eyes closed. His breath never faltered; hips never stuttered. The picture of poise, he remained still for a lingering moment, then opened his eyes as he smiled.

Without a word, Jensen slipped from her bed and darted into the bathroom. He returned a moment later, warm washcloth in hand. As gentle as she had ever felt his touch, he wiped away the evidence of their pleasure, then did his best to cleanse Misha and himself. He discarded the cloth, tossed in the hamper and promptly forgotten.

Y/N slid from Misha to lay on her side as Jensen returned to them. He curled in behind her, an arm draped over her hip as the other planted to support his head. Misha remained on his back, one arm under her head and the other flat on his chest. His bright blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, unseeing, and a soft smile played on his lips as he caught his breath. Behind her, Jensen curled in close, nose buried in her hair to nuzzle her neck.

Cast adrift, Y/N closed her eyes and surrendered to the undulating rhythm of their breath. Surreal, the deluge of sensations swelled and consumed her, until at last, her heart slowed, and her whirling thoughts quieted. In their arms, she had found something that she had missed over the years, a sense of peace, of tranquility. Serenity, even. All her worries faded away, tension seeped from her muscles, and sleep soon found them all. And in that deep dark nothing, Y/N found the solution to all her concerns.

Though the end of an era loomed, their story was only just beginning.

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Taking Chances: Part 5

A Bucky x Thor x Reader / Polyamorous Roomate AU series

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-; In a city like Brooklyn, finding a new apartment at short notice is next to impossible. Luckily for you, your best friend Wanda knows two friends who’ve been searching a third roommate. Bucky and Thor are ideal housemates, almost too good to be true, and they both want to show you how much they care about you - together.

A/N: I just want to start out by thanking you all so much for being so patient in waiting for this part, and for all the beautiful feedback you’ve given me. I’m so sorry for taking so long! I hope this part lives up to it. Big things (pun intended) are coming. Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is SO appreciated. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥

Word Count: 2,236

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Warnings: - polyamorous relationship. if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. - eventual smut, just not yet. i’ll tag appropriately when it does come up and mark the post as sensitive.

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As you watched Thor walk out of his bedroom door to head to work, you felt like a piece of your heart went with him. It was such a strange perception, having such strong feelings for two people at once; a phenomenon that you may never truly get used to. His promise of you being his and his alone when he got home made your stomach twist and turn in the most delightful way. It seemed your brain left with him too, until Bucky brought you back down to reality.

His fingers moved under your shirt, the pads of his fingertips tracing patterns along the spot just below your belly button. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him, as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Yanno,” Bucky said, the scruff along his jawline scratching your cheek as he spoke. “Thor and I had no intention of seeking out a… shared girlfriend.”

“Oh? So, you mean to tell me that the topic never came up?”

“I swear, it never did. When you walked in the door that day to see the apartment, we both felt this… attraction. We couldn’t ignore it. When we both wanted to… pursue you, we decided maybe the both of us could.”

“And what if I would’ve said no?”

“Obviously, it was your choice. It was always about you and how you felt, about making you feel comfortable. This is your home just as much as ours but, if you said no, we would have, of course, respected that.”

“But, what if I only decided to date one of you?”

“It was never a competition. We would’ve respected your decision regardless. Thor’s ego most likely would have been bruised, but it’s not about us. It never was. If you didn’t want either of us, we would’ve gotten over it.”

“I mean, Thor is… beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But Bucky, so are you,” you said softly, taking your fingers and carding them through his long, wavy hair. It was so thick in your fingers, and so soft; like the finest woven silk. He smiled at your words, crinkles begging to be touched appearing by his eyes.

“Thanks doll,” he replied sweetly, taking your hand from his hair and kissing each finger delicately. “If we’re being completely honest, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, but I want to know what’s in here.”

Bucky took his index finger and placed it over your where your heart lay inside your chest. It was beating so wildly, you were sure he could feel its pulse through the pad of his finger. Your bodies were so close, your legs intertwined and twisted together like a soft pretzel. The warmth of his body surrounded you like a warm blanket.

“Is it okay if I… kiss you?” you asked, and watched as his sapphire eyes sparkled when they locked with yours.

Bucky didn’t even answer your question. He leaned in and his lips met your own, and your heart soared dizzily. At first it was a gentle kiss, as if he was afraid of breaking you, but once you began to respond, once your body wriggled next to him, Bucky kissed you with so much passion you saw stars.

His hands moved to cup your face, his fingers resting right below your ear, on the crook of your jaw. His tongue expertly danced with your own, suckling on your bottom lip like a piece of hard candy. Bucky’s mouth tasted so good, like peppermint toothpaste with a hint of the vanilla bean coffee he’d drank that morning. He pulled away from you suddenly, and rested his forehead against your own.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered, his mouth moving to kiss a trail from your chin, down your jaw, to your collarbone. “Intoxicating. I’m sure you taste even better…”

“Bucky…” you said breathlessly, unable to form any other coherent sentences. Hearing his name come out of your mouth made him chuckle against your skin. Goosebumps appeared on your arms that were now wrapped around his neck.

“I have to wait though,” he sighed, pulling away from you slightly, but not fully. “Thor and I promised each other that we’d have you together first.”

“But it’s up to me…”

“Yes, of course it is. Everything is up to you. We both want to make you feel as loved as possible, together. Especially for the first time. Then, whenever you decide, you can have us both at separate times if you’d like. If not, everything that we do can be together.”

“I feel like this is more my relationship than our relationship. I want us all to communicate together. I want everyone to be heard, not just me.”

Bucky smiled, let out a small laugh, and shook his head.

“You are an enigma. Do you know how many other women would go running out of this apartment at the mention of something like this? It’s too complicated there’s… too many rules.”

“Rules?”

“Well, Thor has rules of his own but… I’m sure you’ll see later, won’t you? He’ll explain for himself. That’s not my place.”

Your body shifted at the mention of Thor having rules. He did seem like the dominant type, whereas Bucky was definitely more the silent, sensitive, and soft type. It seemed like you were getting the best of both worlds in this situation.

“Come--” Bucky said, breaking you from your thoughts again. He took your hand in his, placed a soft kiss at the back of it, and helped you up from the bed. “I’m sure you’re starving. I’ll make you lunch.”

He led you to the kitchen, and you watched as he tottled around, making you both a grilled cheese sandwich. You had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky. Were you living a dream? Would you wake up at any moment and all of this be gone?

You and Bucky spent the next hour or so just talking. He wanted to know everything about you, and you, in turn, asked him the same questions. You found out that he and Thor were fashion designers, partners, who worked from a large office space just down the street.

“We’d love to have you walk for us one day,” he said, sliding your grilled cheese towards you on the plate, as he sat down next to you. “Seeing you in one of our pieces would probably make Thor implode.”

You moaned with delight as you bit into the almost too good sandwich, then proceeded to almost choke at Bucky’s words. He softly laughed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. It seemed to be something he’d grown accustomed to doing, especially when you amused him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, biting into his own grilled cheese.

“Um, me… walking in a fashion show.”

“Wait… why?”

His face looked genuinely concerned, as if you were talking nonsense, speaking a foreign language.

“Bucky, have you seen me?”

“Uh, yeah. I have, Thor has. And trust me, we love what we see. You’d be perfect for our new line. I’ll talk to Thor tonight, and we’ll be sure to take you there tomorrow to try some stuff on and show you where we work. Is that okay with you?”

“I--uh… sure.”

“Please, trust me. I promise it’ll be great.”

“What will be great?” a booming, gravely, disgustingly attractive voice spoke from behind you both. You turned quickly, almost putting a crick in your neck.

“Taking our beautiful girl here to the studio tomorrow,” Bucky replied, kissing your cheek. Thor put his briefcase and blazer on the counter and walked over to you, his eyes only set on you. He clapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Is that so?” he quipped, taking your face in his large hands. Thor brushed his thumb across your cheek, and every nerve in your body was on fire. “What do you think of that, dove?”

“I-I’d like to check it out,” you stuttered, your face growing hot as his clear aqua eyes pierced into you. “Not making any promises though.”

“And why not?” he asked, as Bucky got up from the island and began to clear your plates.

“She feels like she won’t look good in our clothes,” Bucky chimed in.

“I beg to differ,” Thor replied, taking your hand in his ridiculously large one and giving it a squeeze. “In fact, I started to design another piece today with your… delectable body shape in mind.”

As he said this, he released your hand and traced his fingers along your rib cage, ever so delicately. Your body actually twitched at the contact and he immediately noticed, causing a mischievous smile to spread across his face. You were speechless.

“I do believe it’s our time to be alone,” Thor said softly, taking your hand and guiding you off of the stool. Bucky dried his hands on the dish towel laid out on the counter, walked over to you and kissed your lips softly, before placing his hand on Thor’s shoulder and walking into the living room. You were alone with Thor now, and his presence was much more demanding than Bucky’s.

“I have to say,” you managed to blurt out. “You sure know how to intimidate a girl.”

“Oh?” he questioned, arching his brow. “I intimidate you?”

“Quite a bit.”

“Come,” he said, his tone soft but with meaning. His fingers laced with yours, and your hand felt positively minuscule wrapped in his own. “We’ll talk alone.”

Thor guided you down the hallway but didn’t stop at his bedroom. Instead, he lead you to the bathroom.

“We’re not going to cuddle?” you asked, trying your hardest to hide the disappointment in your voice. Thor smiled again, and your heart melted.

“There is all the time in the world for cuddling, sweet dove. Will you sit in the hot tub with me instead? I could use the relaxation after a long day at work.”

You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him start to undress. Your entire body was absolutely in flames. He was cut and chiseled in all the best places. Veins popped from his muscular arms, the muscles in his shoulders working under his skin as he took off his shirt. Your jaw dropped as he unzipped his pants slowly, making eye contact with you, the only sound audible in the room was his descending zipper. Swallowing hard, you looked away.

“Do I embarrass you?” he asked, furrowing his brow, as he stood in front of you in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

“N-no, I just… I…”

He took your hand and brought you close to him, until you were chest to chest.

“Do I make you… uncomfortable?”

“In the best ways possible,” you managed to say. His soft smile turned you into a puddle on the floor.

“I believe you’re a tad… over dressed for the jacuzzi. Do you mind if I help you?”

You shook your head that you, of course, didn’t mind, and watched as his long, skillful fingers took the hem of your shirt and peeled it over your head. You helped and shimmied out of your shorts, and you stood in front of him in your bra and panties. You felt exposed, but you felt confident, as you watched Thor lick his lips at the sight of you.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, wrapping his fingers along your hips, feeling your skin. “Just perfect.”

Thor turned on the jets of the hot tub and poured some oils into the water. The room filled with steam and the scent of lavender. Your mind immediately relaxed as you stepped into the tub. You started out in your own seat, but he quickly took hold of your forearm and pulled you to sit in his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs around his middle, you laid your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. The jets rushed the water around you both in swirls, and you had never been more at peace in your entire life.

“This is nice,” you muttered into his skin, inhaling the scent of him. He hands moved up and down your back, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter closed. Shaking the sleep from your brain, you pulled back to look at Thor’s face. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“This is all too perfect. I’m just… so grateful.”

“No, my love. It is us who are grateful for you. You chose to accept Bucky and I both into your life. We are yours.”

You let out a deep sigh, before laying your head back down on his shoulder. It was silent, as you listening to the sound of the jets.

“What is troubling you?”

“I’m not… troubled. It’s just something Bucky said to me earlier.”

“Oh?”

“He said you have… rules.”

Thor chuckled, and you felt the vibration from his vocal cords course through your body. It was a beautiful sound.

“Sexual rules, yes. But they are to be explained at another time.”

He said it with such finality, that you didn’t want to press it any further.

“Don’t worry,” he continued. “You will find out when the time is right. No reason to rush things.”

He wrapped his strong arms around you, and you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You felt so safe here, so content, that you didn’t remember falling asleep against his chest.

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Good Stuff ~ Seven of the Season: Tangled the Series

WARNING: Be warned that I’ve never done this, but hey, trying something new everyday never hurts. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.

I remember last December when 2017 Me put Tangled the Series on my “Best of” list, and now I want to prove its worth. I love this show, even when the love started to fall apart in my mind per the look back. Ups and downs, it was nice to see Rapunzel given a cartoon of her own, showcasing what a Disney princess worth their skill can be outside their respective feature. So here be the Top 7 BEST Episodes of Tangled. Seven, because it’s lucky, baby. Here we go...

7. Under Raps

I despise myself for shipping Cassandra and Rapunzel sometimes. It feels reasonable but Rapunzel already has Eugene and Disney isn’t making room for polyamorous relationships just yet so the thought feels baseless. But I’ll just stick to the dynamics between the three as this gives the three excellent moments of what makes them the best in show, especially the third act where they fight the predictable bad guy that was pretending to be Cassandra’s pretend infatuation. Eugene’s sensible yet reckless side shines, Rapunzel’s compassionate yet overtly ambitious side shines, and Cassandra’s “I’m done” attitude especially shines through and they are what makes this episode great from start to finish. Only downside is, again, Cassandra’s love interest, who was so predictable even she could see through his shit. “Which makes Cass awesome and makes her and Rapunzel meant to be evermore!” Silence, inner voice, that’s what the next entry’s for.

6. Challenge of the Brave

I can say that this episode certainly solidified my love for both Cass and Rapunzel as characters. Initially, first impressions me was disgruntled at both Cass for her dishonesty and Rapunzel for failing to read the room. But now I realized that heck, why be disheveled at their weaknesses when their weaknesses build their strengths. With Cass being a force to be reckoned with and Punzie as the purest cinnamon you wouldn’t dare touch, I can’t help but love every minute of them together from this episode and beyond. Now you can say it. “Punzie and Cassy, medieval lesbian adventurers for life, baby! WOOP WOOP IN THE SOUP!!!” Furthermore, this frame of Rapunzel below made the episode so worth it, first hand and looking back.

this frame radiates so much good energy, the best energy

5. Max’s Enemy

Now, if there’s one thing the crew behind this show gets right 100%, it’s their animal characters, especially when their animal characters get one off episodes. Out of the two, Max’s Enemy gives the horse, the HORSE, a conflict that not only feels genuine but doesn’t come across as annoying as I’ve seen from other cartoons. You have Axel, who’s essentially the same as Max only more of a show-boater and is better than him at physical feats, but that doesn’t stop Max from outshining Axel in the end because one should never stop doing their best regardless of who claims otherwise. Also, Lady Caine returned, and I think she’s a great recurring antagonist in this series notably because A) she’s basically Eugene with her motives standing to be reasonably justified from before and B) she is one that plans so smoothly yet fails so hard, it’s tragically comedic. I hope they can bring her back another time. Also, this episode gets points for not annoying me with horse noises.

4. Fitzherbert P.I.

Honestly, this is one of the two episodes I put on this list solely because it focuses on Eugene being awesome. I say this because it is a pretty simple episode: Eugene proving his worth and girth of change to Cassandra and her dad while Rapunzel becomes artistically frantic over what her painting should consist of. Pretty cut clean story, but what made this pretty high on the list are particular scenes. One where, after seeing Eugene getting unjustly trampled during training by her father, Cassandra throws him some advice and support after all the smirking she done at the thought of him failing. Gave me a solid notion that while Eugene and Cass are happily at each other’s throats, they share a sibling type bond where they can be honest and will put a squabble aside to help each other out. Another scene is where Queen Ariana shows Raps the kooky portrait she had and that made her....an incredible supportive character in my eyes from then on. She can do no wrong, less so than the King and that clearly shows over the season. Honestly this episode is one where, on the look back, I can’t help but advocate it.

3. The Wrath of Ruthless Ruth

Putting my bias out here now: Danielle “Taystee” Brooks sold me this episode, ten fold. Her voice, and her singing, was the honey to the tea of this spoopy charming episode. The haunting mystery not only allowed for Rapunzel’s tender, optimistic nature, the Captain’s insipid stubbornness, and the pub thug’s slapstickiness to be at their most best, but the musical that culminates from it is to be one of the show’s greatest. One with purpose, flare, and a memorable melodic mood to boot. Shit, I shed a tear when I “listened up” for the fourth time it was that beautiful. I will say the very ending put a bittersweet taste in my mouth, but bittersweet is better than terrible so my love for this wasn’t spoiled in the least. And again, the sister had pipes; can never stop respecting that.

2. Big Brothers of Corona

OYE, this was a tough one. Between this and the real number one, these are the best of the best episodes in the season. *GROANS* I’m gonna put a pin on that last statement, you’ll understand later. But for now, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUck yes do I love this episode. Haven’t been able to say this, but Lance Strongbow is the best new character in this show, tied with Cassandra, and him and Eugene make for as great duo as the latter and Rapunzel. That being said, him and Eugene taking care of two young mischievous thieves made me smile throughout most of the time. This being the second episode where it’s nothing but Eugene proving himself to be awesome, not only do the kids prove themselves to be most purest cinnamon rolls, but it feels all the more crushing when they have to leave with a hug goodbye. I’ll let inner thoughts express this further: “Why couldn’t Eugene and Lance adopt these kids, MAN?! Why didn’t Lance? He and Red were like peas in a pod, man. They deserve the world! *sobs* Bring ‘em back, writers, I swear to me...... I’m sorry...*sniff* it feels crushing remembering this. Wholesome little young ones.” Only downside to this episode overall is the sideplot with Cass and Rapunzel, not that it’s bad, but it felt too conventional and inferior to the main story at hand. But, it’s that main story that just hits so many good notes. This episode’s a keeper, and I hope, I WISH, Angry and Red come back for season two.

Honorable Mentions: One Angry Princess, Not in the Mood, Return of Strongbow, and Great Expotations in said order

1. Pascal’s Story

Remember when I said this and Big Bros of Corona were the best of the best? Well pulling the pin, I can strongly say that this, objectively, is the best episode of the season, of the series so far, hell of cartoon history. Not only is this a great backstory episode, not only does this pull the heart strings ever so passionately, but it’s one that makes every scene count. I could be like Mr. Enter and go on about how the Pascal’s backstory plays well into his present situation/dilemma, how Rapunzel’s 0 to 100 mood feels so moving & natural, how Rapunzel’s tower from the movie plays an integral part in all this, and so forth. All this from an episode about a princess’s animal sidekick, with the ending to put it all on its own pedestal? Talk about pulverizing my soul. From start to finish, Pascal’s Story is one that admirably hits all the right notes and does so in a way that appeals to anyone and everyone logically and emotionally.

So yeah, this series has most definitely proven itself, and I bet and hope it does provide again when season two comes around this fall. Apologies for Varian not making the cut, but.......eh, I don’t want to make a worst list. All that said, I’m Roy Macintosh, and that’s all I got.

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1-7, 10, 12-15, 18-24, 28, 30, 38-46, 49-52, 60-61, 72-75, 85-92, 100, 102, 104-114, 117-120, 124-127, 129, 135-150? Do whichever you want though.

hey! done on laptop so sorry if there are any mistakes

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

♥ my mum?? i think.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

♥ definitely shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

♥ wellll soon we'll be going to see the two lil puppies i've gotta choose from and i'm excited about that!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

♥ i mean... idk?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

♥ prob not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

♥ hhh kind people. like, attracted to as in i'd date them... same thing pretty much but also i tend to fall for more dominant people.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

♥ prob not lmao. no one wants to date me i'm gross

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

♥ uhh my mum. last night. sort of.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

♥ literally every song by EDEN takes up my top 50.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

♥ YEA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

♥ i mean sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

♥ it's not summer yet but uhhhh i'm gonna get a puppy!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

♥ hhh our parents are friends and we're still kind of awkward friends? we haven't like actually had full conversations in a long time but we still hang out sometimes.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

♥ yea! but like,, not to where you get bubbles in your mouth cos bleh

20. Do you like your neighbors?

♥ a little! the people close to us are pretty nice. there's this one old lady across the way from us whose dog i used to walk. she let's me pick oranges from her tree and talks to me. it's fun! she's away from home a lot tho since her husband died.

21. What are you bad habits?

♥ rambling, for one. picking at threads for two. uhh, can't think of any more off the top of my head but there's definitely a bunch of other ones.

22. Where would you like to travel?

♥ i reallllyyy wanna go to Ireland. definitely some places in Asia and some more in Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

♥ sleeeeep. soon enough it'll prob be my puppy

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

♥ my cats and my mum. ooh and my aunt danni.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

♥ maybe! i'm pretty polyamorous tho and if i was in a relationship with more than one person it'd feel unfair if i only married one of them... so it'd be really cool if we could make polyamorous marriage a thing pls.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

♥ OOF. uh. just. someone who is kind and loves me and will take care of me, and who i can do the same for. someone who will put up with my clinginess and paranoia. someone who loves animals and hates people who abuse animals or kids or other people just as much as i do. someone who can put up with my quirks in general. i always imagine someone who, if we're separated and reunite, will let me run to them and do the hug thing where they pick me up lol. we can read books to each other and they won't get frustrated if i stumble over my words, we can share music with each other, cook/bake with each other, travel, see an animal and just coo over them together, watch horror movies even tho i hate them but it's ok because i have them with me. sorry long answer lmao,, i got carried away

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

♥ barnes n noble, hot topic just bc, and uuuuuuh that's it.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

♥ ideally i could do a gap year to travel. i might do a gap year and work so i can get money. i don't know if i can get into college, but my mum suggested interning for a local vet, even tho i'm not in medicine, because it's good to have that knowledge if i wanna own an animal shelter. it's a good idea so i might do that.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

♥ it depends. sometimes if you give someone a second chance they'll take it and stab you with it (metaphorically). it all just depends on what they did, who they are, how they are, how they feel about what they did.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

♥ i used to be super loud when i was younger. sometimes i am when with close friends. now, it could just be that i'm focused, or thinking, or comfortable, or sad, or sick, or upset. when i'm angry with my aunt bc she won't stop messing with me i'll go silent. idk.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

♥ sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

♥ i'd like to say neither and outerspace. the ocean terrifies me. but so does outer space sometimes????

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

♥ depends on what's happening that day. if something exciting is happening i'll prob get up quick. and if i'm in bed cos i don't feel good then the thing that gets me up is like. the fear of disappointing my parents by not doing anything. or when like my cat is very insistent on needing something (like food or water or getting out of my room) and i don't want to be a bad owner and not get it.

46. What are you paranoid about?

♥ fff what am i not paranoid about?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

♥ mmm... nothing i can really think about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

♥ black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

♥ oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

♥ my appearance. or my personality. hm.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

♥ mmm... i won a fencing competition once. but like. it wasn't a huge competition. just a few little series of fights that our teacher was having us do.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

♥ nahh. i've gotten two detentions but never suspended

72. What colour are your towels?

♥ uhh the ones i use are white striped w green and pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

♥ there are two 72s??? oh well. uhh only one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

♥ yea! most of them are just around me, the only two i actually snuggle with are my bbies teddy (a bear i've had since 5) and addi (a panda i got like two years ago?)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

♥ uhh. maybe 30? or somewhere around there?

75. Favourite animal?

♥ don't make me chooooose

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

♥ never seen it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

♥ hhh nemo. he's such a good little clever fishie. v mischievous tho

87. First person you talked to today?

♥ mum!

88. Last person you talked to today?

♥ uh prob gonna be my mum

89. Name a person you hate?

♥ trump

90. Name a person you love?

♥ syd ! my kitty

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

♥ uuuuuuuh nah

92. In a fight with someone?

♥ ? nah

100. How are you feeling?

♥ rn? pretty ok. i just finished my geometry course so i've only got three classes left !

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

♥ yes. my entire past. being born. like yikes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

♥ yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

♥ yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

♥ ? who knows

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

♥ yea! i used to do lessons but i stopped

108. What should you be doing?

♥ rn? schoolwork

109. Is something irritating you right now?

♥ schoolwork

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

♥ definitely

111. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

♥ uh my cat i think

113. What was your childhood nickname?

♥ hb

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

♥ yea! my fave state to go to currently is maryland. i love the temperature and the landscape and the fireflies.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

♥ sometimes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

♥ one of my faves tbh

119. Favourite book?

♥ oof. that's a hard one. uhm. we were liars by e. lockhart.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

♥ yes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

♥ no. lust at first sight, yea, but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

♥ maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

♥ a lil.

127. What makes you happy?

♥ loved ones, animals, music, warm blankets.

129. What your zodiac sign?

♥ this is always a complex answer from me lmao. technically i'm a leo. but i was supposed to be born in october, not august. and i've always related more to scorpio (and pisces tbh lmao). so i always wanna say i'm a scorpio

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

♥ FF. IT'S SO DUMB I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY. WORST TIME OF MY LIFE. sorry for caps

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

♥ closed

137. How tall are you?

♥ 4'11

138. Curly or Straight hair?

♥ on me? well long it's curly but it's short rn. it kinda still curls in some spots tho

139. Brunette or Blonde?

♥ naturally i'm a mix. or 'dirty blonde'

140. Summer or Winter?

♥ winter.

141. Night or Day?

♥ night

142. Favourite month?

♥ november

143. Are you a vegetarian?

♥ nahh. i enjoy meat too much

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

♥ milk chocolate is the only chocolate in my eyes

145. Tea or Coffee?

♥ mmm that's hard. i love earl grey tea but coffeeeeeeeeeeeee

146. Was today a good day?

♥ eh. i finished a class so yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

♥ snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

♥ ffffff idk tbh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

♥ i am a ghost!!!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

♥ there's no book close to me and i couldn't find my fave which is stressing but i'll do this before looking for it so i'mma just use a random one. book is we all looked up, by tommy wallach. "he marched into the school and took the director aside, explaining that they had a strict rule in their house - curriculars before extracurriculars."

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