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Chapter 47 - Do It Together

Requested: No

Genre: Canon-AU, smut

Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader or is it Baekhyun x Reader ?

Warnings: 18+ fic, minors DNI! Smut, power play, pet names, dom/sub dynamics (if you squint), oral (m & f receiving), threesome mfm, unprotected sex (don't be like them), overstimulation, restraint, vaginal fingering, face fucking, vaginal sex, creampie, masturbation (m), dirty talk, like the entire chapter is smut ok? You've been warned.

Word Count: 10,350

A/N: Oh boy, ok so this took some time but also, these are my two EXO biases so writing this put me through it. There is only one chapter left after this and then this story will finally come to a close. It's been a labour of love (and took many more years to complete than I ever anticipated) and I'm thankful to each and every one of you who read and interact with this.

“Ok but like, if he comes back are we really doing this?” Baekhyun asked as soon as Minseok had left the room.

“Only if we all agree to the terms of the reward and are willing. He likes to be in charge so I dare say he’ll have rules about what you can and cannot do. So if you aren’t ok with being instructed by Xiumin then probably mention it sooner rather than later.” You replied. You paused for a moment then added. “I cannot tell you how nervous he has been to bring it up with you Baek. He was so certain that you would laugh and reject him. So like, let him down easy if you don’t want to do this.” The last thing you wanted was for him to come back only for Baek to change his mind. Minseok would be so embarrassed.

He shook his head and moved his chair closer to yours. “No, like I said, I’m completely down for this and I don’t mind if I’m in charge or if someone else is when sex is concerned.”

“So versatile.” You smirked.

“You love it.” He winked.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve experienced you not being in charge like that.” You let your mind drift as you imagined the different possibilities. Would Xiumin lay down a few generalised rules or would he direct the whole experience? Would he make Baek watch? Would he watch you and Baek?

Baekhyun hummed in response, obviously also letting his imagination run wild with the opportunities this night might bring.

You laughed as you caught him lost in thought. “I can always leave if you want him to yourself Baek.”

Baekhyun raised a brow at you before smirking. “If that was something I was down for, why do I feel like you’d want to watch?” You blushed at the thought.

“Moving on.” You murmured. Why was your face so warm?

Your embarrassment was not missed by Baek. “Oh we are most definitely discussing that later.” He grinned.

“I said moving on.” You repeated. That wasn’t something you were going to unpack right now but there was no denying that the image in your brain was anything other than hot.

“Mmmhmm, for now.” He agreed. Baekhyun’s face took on an inquisitive expression as he asked. “Did he have someone else in mind or was I really his first choice for this?”

You nodded. “As far as he told me, which stretches back to before these lessons began, you were his choice.” The man across from you preened at this. “Don’t let it go to your head Baek.”

He smiled softly. “Bit hard not to, if I'm being honest.” Byun Baekhyun sounded genuinely flattered. For all of his bravado and confidence in all other areas of his life somehow Minseok choosing him made him coy? He then added. “I don’t know who I thought he’d pick, but I wasn’t expecting to be his first choice for something like this.”

You levelled your gaze at him. “You are literally the mood maker of the group. He trusts you to listen to him when he’s serious about something but also to keep any situation light hearted and not let things get awkward.” You paused, then shrugged. “If you think about it, you’re kind of the perfect choice for this.”

His small smile started to turn smug. “So many compliments for me in such a short time. You should stop feeding my ego noona.” He leant forward so his lips could brush your ear. “Especially after our earlier conversation.” You felt his hand glide over your waist, sending a shiver through your body. You were so responsive and ready for the night to proceed, certain that you’d fall apart quickly for them. “Whilst that particular activity was a very pleasant surprise - and came with a happy ending - I can’t honestly say I’m completely satisfied. I got to hear all the pretty noises you make for me but I didn’t get to touch you.” His hand gripped your waist as he spoke, his thumb rubbing small circles, the motion coupled with his words caused your breath to shudder.

“So many things I want to do to you noona,” Baekhyun leaned down, his soft lips peppering kisses on your shoulder, working his way up your neck. “I don’t know what I want more, to fuck you and have him watch.” His teeth grazed over your collarbone, sending even more shivers as you gasped aloud this time. “To watch him fuck you.” You felt him smile against your skin as he let out a soft chuckle as your body betrayed you with another shudder before he continued his path and kissed up your neck, “Or both of us take you at the same time, until you’re so fucked out you can’t form a single.” to your chin, “coherent.” then to your jaw. “thought.” He brought your face to his, locking your lips together in a searing, hunger filled kiss. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks as his grip on your waist pulled you closer towards him.

“Baek,” You murmured through the haze of lust that was threatening to take over your senses. You were barely keeping your desire restrained and Baekhyun’s lips on your body and the words coming out of his mouth were in no way helping ground you for what was to come. You also didn’t want the first thing for Xiumin to see when he returned was that the two of you didn’t even wait for him before you got started. You could see the look of disapproval he’d give you and it was enough to break through the sinful feeling of Baekhyun’s lips and wandering hands on you. You pushed him with just enough force to separate yourself from him. “We need to wait. This is his reward, we can’t ruin it for him.”

He pouted at you, almost sulking. “Well hyung needs to hurry the fuck up then, because I want more of you.”

You laughed softly. “Did you or did you not say less than ten minutes ago that you were good at taking direction? You’re sounding like a real brat right now.”

“Shut up. I’m horny. My brain is like 85% not in use right now okay?” He made a point of shoving his hands under his thighs, basically sitting on them, in order to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.

You weren’t faring much better, holding on to your self control by tattered threads. You needed Xiumin to come back and take control of this whole situation before Baekhyun and you could no longer resist the temptation. “Yeah, well you aren’t the only horny one Baek.” You sighed. “But we need to control ourselves. You have no idea how nervous he’s been about discussing this. Without me slipping up I don’t know if he’d ever have actually discussed it with you.”

Baekhyun took a few deep breaths as he tried his best to put his lust in check and wait. He knew you were right, and that he also wanted this reward to be everything Minseok hoped it would be. He didn’t have to be happy about waiting though. “Fine,” he conceded at last. “We wait.”

Thankfully neither of you would have to wait much longer.

***

You could feel the shift in the air when he returned to the room. Minseok had taken time to calm himself, and you assumed, mentally prepared himself for the role he was about to play. The switch into his more dominant side was always fascinating to you. It was always there but when he turned it towards the bedroom it was just so damn sexy. The others got to see him tap into a sexy persona during choreo and take charge in certain situations but most of the time he was just their cute, nagging hyung.

Sure, they’d all shared a living space for many years and had no doubt seen and heard everything more times than they wanted to count. There was no one who could convince you that if you placed a group of guys in their late teens to early twenties together that they were never caught masturbating or having sex by any of the others. But actively including one of those guys in your own sexual experiences? Now that was something you were less sure they had done - and if any had, clearly the two men you were currently with had not been involved. Regardless, it was happening tonight and you had a front row seat, or rather, you were on the stage with them, a very active and willing participant.

Xiumin walked towards the two of you but didn't take a seat. Instead he picked up one of the arm chairs and moved it so that it was facing the end of the bed, then pushed it to the left until he was satisfied with the off centre view of the bed whoever sat in it would have. The new angle would definitely provide a better view of whatever happened on the bed. So he wanted someone to watch? He turned to face the two of you, motioning for you to move towards the bed. “Noona, please take a seat.” He gestured to the armchair, so you did as you were told and took a seat. He took a seat at the end of the bed, tapping the spot next to him for Baekhyun to follow suit.

Once Baekhyun was also seated he began to speak. Gone was the nervous wreck that was Minseok, replaced by the very self assured, confident and in control Xiumin who was ready to receive his reward. “Before we begin we need to go over some ground rules.” Both Baek and you nodded in agreement causing Xiu to chuckle. “Firstly, words are required. If you are asked a question, want something or are spoken to, I expect it to be conveyed verbally.” He paused as he waited for the two of you to realise that he was waiting for confirmation that you each understood him.

“Got it.” Baek replied. “Uh, do I have to call you anything in particular? Or can I stick with hyung?” He asked.

“Hyung or a variation of Xiumin is fine for you to use Baek.” He replied. His eyes turned to you. “You, however, will refer to me as Xiumin, Xiu or Sir tonight. Am I clear?”

Instinctively you began to nod, catching yourself when he raised a brow at you. “Very clear Xiumin.” You replied, doing your best to mask the desire that was building in you again. You and Minseok had engaged in power play on more than one occasion, but most of the time it was simply him taking control as you lost yourself to pleasure. Xiumin was going to control what all of you got to experience tonight, and you could tell that if you didn’t do as you were told then you weren’t getting any relief. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation.

“Secondly, we need to discuss how this will play out, everyone’s limits and a safe word.” He looked at each of you and smiled softly. “I think we start with each of your limits.”

Baekhyun smiled and gestured for you to go first. “Ok, well I guess as far as my own limits go, I don’t like extreme pain. Light stuff like restraints and spanking is fine but actual pain crosses the line for me. Uh, I’m also not ok with any bodily fluids that aren’t cum or saliva. Oh, and I’m not a fan of anal. I think that’s all?” There were probably more but as far as ones that might come into play tonight, those were all you could think of.

Xiumin nodded. “Pity about the last one, but noted. Baek, what about you?”

Baek shrugged. “Uh honestly? Apart from the same bodily fluids thing as noona, I don’t think I have any. I will let you know if I’m not ok with anything as it happens - though I kind of doubt that I’ll have to.”

You thought of one almost immediately and cocked your head as you spoke. “You don’t like degradation.”

He nodded. “Oh yeah, I don’t like it, it’s not a hard limit for me but praise is far more effective for me.” He thought hard for a few more moments before deciding that no, there were no other limits he thought needed mentioning. “What about you hyung?”

Xiumin didn’t miss a beat. “I have a few but I think the only relevant ones for tonight are degradation and causing actual pain. If I hurt either of you, you need to tell me immediately. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I caused you pain without any pleasure. I like to play rough but not at the expense of the other person, or in this case, people’s enjoyment.” He sighed. “But essentially, that’s all for me.” He looked at each of you earnestly as he summarised. “Ok so no inflicting pain, no degradation and no anal for noona. All of that should be easy enough to work around.”

Baekhyun raised his hand. You choked back a laugh as Xiumin raised one brow at him. “Yes Baek?”

“I still have questions.” He said.

“Of course you do.” Xiumin sighed. “Go ahead and ask then.” Baekhyun’s eyes lit up but before he could utter a word Xiumin added on with some exasperation. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Baek shook his head. “It’s nothing strange, just how will this work? Are we going with the flow or are you telling us what to do? If you’re telling us what to do, can we also make suggestions? Are we fucking her at the same time, one after the other, is there anything that’s off the table for you? Is -” He stopped speaking when Xiumin held up a hand.

“Ok that’s all the questions you get to ask. What was that, seven in like 5 seconds? I was getting to all of this you impatient fuck.” He shook his head, trust Baek to always find a way to test his patience. “To answer pretty much all of it, I like being in control so I’ll tell you what to do in a broad sense, and you’ll do that until I give further instructions. You can make suggestions but I reserve the right to deny said requests.” Baek nodded, remembering at the last second to verbalise his understanding. Xiumin acknowledged him then turned his head and locked eyes with you. “Any questions before we begin?”

“No.” You replied.

He stared at you, as if he was waiting for you to say something else, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of what that was. He shook his head ever so slightly then spoke. “No?”

You paused. You’d forgotten something, but what was it? He wanted you to speak in response to him rather than rely on non verbal cues. You’d done that, so what else was there? You could feel his eyes on you as he waited for you to reply again. You glanced at Baek, hoping he would provide insight into what you’d missed but all he did was give you a little salute. Weird. Why would he be saluting you? There was no context for that, and even as strange as his gestures could be at times, they always fitted in contextually with what was going on. Oh. OH. You realised 5 seconds later than it should have taken you to. Xiumin told you to refer to him in specific ways tonight. You returned your eyes to his expectant gaze. “No sir.”

It seemed to do the trick, as you saw him let out a breath that you weren’t aware he’d been holding. “That’s more like it.” He licked his lips, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. The desire he was holding back was evident, but as the three of you stood on the precipice of beginning this thing, you could see the fire building in him. This was his fantasy, and he was about to make it a reality. After months and months of build up, and weeks of him fearing he’d be rejected for even suggesting it, it was happening, he just had to take the final step over the precipice and set everything in motion. You couldn’t help but smile at him as you waited for him to give the first instruction, knowing he was having one final internal debate about the entire thing, and probably on some level fretting about the cleanup afterwards.

You didn’t want to be disobedient but if he took too long to get things going you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself from throwing yourself at him. It had been too long since you’d felt his lips on yours. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and took the leap. “Baek, I want you to move up to the other end of the bed and sit against the headboard.”

“Ok hyung.” He replied eagerly. “Clothes on or off at this stage?”

“Leave them on for now.” He replied. Baek obeyed, pushed himself to the other end of the bed and leant against the headboard as instructed. He looked comfortable, but the desire in his eyes told you he was desperate to touch you, or himself. He spread his legs and smirked at you, your joke about his manspreading replaying in your mind. You failed to keep the small laugh in. Xiumin looked at you then at Baek and sighed. “What?” He asked.

A look of apprehension appeared on his face and you wanted to squash any growing doubts immediately. Of course you laughed at the worst time, right as he decided to start his rewards. Naturally he now thought the two of you were mocking him, which was absolutely not the case. “I once made an observation about Baek’s chronic manspreading. His reply was that there was a lot of room for activities between his thighs.” You explained. Relief and annoyance flooded him.

Baek scoffed. “That particular observation was made via text, in a room full of staff and you guys on the day of a concert.”

Xiumin sighed to himself. “Oh my god, you are both such brats.” He reached forward and grabbed your hand gently, tugging you toward the bed. “Baby, go sit between his legs, with your back facing him.”

You placed a chaste kiss on his hand as you stood. “Can I offer a suggestion hyung?” Baek asked as you moved on the bed towards him.

“Go ahead.” He replied.

You felt Baek’s chest against your back as you leant back against him. “She should place her legs over mine, leaving you sufficient room,” He smirked. “For activities.”

Xiumin shook his head as a laugh escaped him. “You know what, terrible joke aside, that’s a good idea.” He nodded at you. “Baby, do as Baek suggested.” You couldn’t help the blush as you did as you were told. You felt exposed, even though you were still fully clothed. Xiumin sat back and looked at the two of you, taking in the sight before him, his eyes practically shining as he did so. Baek hadn’t touched you since Xiumin had entered the room. He was behaving and doing as he was told, a rare sight to behold. His eyes travelled down your body, satisfied with how you were spread open for him, unable to close your legs when he got closer.

Xiumin swallowed thickly as he crawled up the bed towards the two of you. He made his way into the space left for him between your legs. Once there he hooked a finger under your chin as he guided your face closer to his. He absentmindedly parted his lips the closer you got to him. You licked yours in response. You heard Baek suck in a breath when Xiumin leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft but sure kiss. You felt your body relax at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. You sighed into it, your hands moving up to cup behind Xiumin’s neck and pull him forward, closer to you. He allowed you to control the kiss for a moment before pushing you as far back as he could without losing his balance. You could feel Baekhyun breathing erratically behind you, unable to do anything but watch as you and Xiumin made out. The kiss had started soft as the two of you got reacquainted with each other but it was rapidly growing more passionate as your tongues collided with each other.

“Fuck.” You heard Baek murmur from behind you. You felt an unmistakable hardness forming against the small of your back as the kiss grew more heated. You moaned into Xiumin’s mouth as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and bit. He pulled back to survey his work, taking in your dilated pupils and flushed face.

“That gone after one kiss?” He remarked, though not entirely faring much better himself. “How wrecked are you going to look after Baek has his turn?” You tried to respond but all of the pent up desire from the day chose to flood your system. All you could feel was your desire for each of them and the fact that at that exact moment, no one was touching you. A whimper escaped you, making Xiumin chuckle. “You want Baek to kiss you baby?”

“Please.” You sounded far more desperate than you wanted to, but you needed it. It was difficult to describe the feelings you were experiencing but the overwhelming desire was clouding everything in its path. Logic and reason were locked away for the night, and you were going to indulge in Xiumin’s fantasy and love every moment of it. As long as someone touched you, right away. Otherwise you felt like you might implode. “Xiu please,”

“Go on Baek, give her what she wants.” He instructed, his eyes never leaving yours. Baek didn’t need to be told twice. You felt the soft press of his lips on your neck which made your eyes flutter as you gasped. You felt Baek smile against your skin as he continued peppering kisses along your neck and jaw before his hand turned your face towards his so he could capture your lips in a searing kiss. His other hand held you firmly against him as the two of you made out. Xiumin took advantage of your neck being bared to him and, not to be outdone by Baek, began peppering it with kisses. You let out a soft moan, and it was as if the tension in the room snapped, taking everyone’s restraint with it. You felt Baekhyun pressing against you as his body sought out any friction he could get, at the same time Xiumin’s soft kisses to your neck became deeper. Every time you felt the scrape of his teeth on your neck you moaned, each one louder than the last.

Baekhyun noticed what his hyung was doing and took the opportunity to short circuit your brain by doing the exact same thing as Xiumin was. The feeling of having your neck ravished by both men was making you light headed. You were pretty sure that Baek was leaving marks all over the expanse of your neck. The previous marks he’d left had only just faded, not that you cared one bit in that moment. It was nothing an oversized scarf and hoodie couldn’t cover.

Both men managed to detach themselves from you long enough for Xiumin to utter “Help me strip her.” Baek removed all the clothing on your upper body while he removed your pants, leaving you in just your panties while they were still fully clothed.

Xiumin scowled at the dark hickey on your hip - the one that had yet to fade, asking who left that mark on you. “That would be me hyung.” Baek replied, “I couldn’t help myself.” He shrugged. He might not have noticed the way Xiumin’s jaw clenched as he stared at the mark, but you sure had, even through the haze of lust clouding your mind. He wasn’t the jealous type but something about them was making him tense. It was on your hip, hidden by clothing but for anyone who got you undressed enough to see it, it was left as a clear reminder of who had been there before them. Of who had claimed you as theirs.

You moved your hand up to cup his jaw softly. His sharp eyes, darkened with lust and something else, something carnal, lifted to yours, and stared at you. “Xiumin, are you jealous that he left marks there?” His gaze swirled with something dangerous, but not dangerous enough to deter you.

“Careful.” He murmured. His piercing gaze made you feel like prey about to be devoured. Something you were absolutely not against. You steeled your resolve, wanting to make him let loose like you knew he could. If you pushed him just the right amount, he’d forget every insecurity he had about this reward and lose himself to dominating everyone's pleasure. You’d never regretted it in the past so you figured giving him that little push now would result in you getting fucked within an inch of your life before the night was over.

You leant forward, until your mouth ghosted his ear as you whispered. “Would you like to leave your own marks on me Sir?” You heard the hitch in his breath as you spoke. “I’d love it if you left your mark on me. Every time I see it I’d be reminded of exactly what you did to me.” You pulled back, kissing the corner of his lips as you settled back against Baekhyun’s body. From deep within his throat, it sounded like Xiumin growled.

“Hold her hands behind her back. Both of you are going to sit there and watch,” He rasped. “And you,” he said as his eyes locked back onto yours. “Will not cum until I allow you to.”

“Yes, Sir.” You replied as Baekhyun pulled your hands behind your back and held them in place.

Xiumin kissed you harshly, the force of him pushing you further back into Baekhyun. You had to arch your back slightly to remain as comfortable as you could in his hold. He broke the kiss and began his descent down your body. He took your request to heart, nipping and sucking your flesh as he moved from your mouth, to your neck, your chest, and stomach before settling between your thighs. Your head was becoming fuzzy from the stimulation, and your body was responding in kind. You could feel the heat running from your neck, down through your chest and settling in your stomach. You weren’t going to be able to look in a mirror and not think of Xiumin for weeks at this rate.

Your body felt like a live wire. If no one touched you properly soon, you might just cry from how turned on you were. Xiumin’s eyes connected with Baekhyun’s as he clamped his jaw onto your upper thigh, and sucked hard. Baekhyun’s breath hitched and you felt him roll his hips against your lower back, his now hard length grazing your hands. You moaned loudly at the sensation. These two were going to be the death of you tonight, you were this far gone and you’d barely even begun.

“Look at you, soaking through your panties. We haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He licked his lips as he hooked your legs back over Baekhyun’s, spreading you wide for him. You whimpered, so turned on and desperate for one of them to touch you where you needed it. Xiumin was an excruciatingly patient man though, you knew this as a fact. He would touch you when he was good and ready, and not a moment before that. He probably wanted to get you so worked up that you cried when he finally did give you what you wanted. “Does noona want me to touch her?” He asked condescendingly. Without waiting for your answer he pressed a finger over your clothed pussy, rubbing the digit over the wet spot of your soaked panties. You gasped at the feeling, your hands grasping behind your back, not realising until he whimpered in your ear that you’d palmed Baek’s hard length. Xiumin smirked up at both of you. “I honestly can’t tell if I’m about to ruin both of you or if you’re about to ruin me.”

“Hyung.” Baekhyun sounded breathless as he stared down at Xiumin between your legs, the elder toying with your panties as he drew out whines from you. Unbeknownst to him, every time he drew a whine from you, your hand clenched around Baekhyun’s cock. Baekhyun’s eyes were beginning to glaze over with want. He was doing everything in his power to not run his mouth or rut up into your hands. “Hyung please, god, please touch her.”

Xiumin gave him a shit eating grin as he continued playing with your clothed pussy, the fabric now completely soaked through as it all but stuck to you. “I thought I was touching her.” He leant forward and licked a stripe up your ruined panties, making you moan desperately. “See how responsive she is to my touches?”

“Please,” You all but sobbed. “Please, I need more.” Your chest heaved as you tried to regulate your breathing. You felt trapped between their two bodies, your own screaming with desire. “Sir, please.”

Apparently your near broken plea coupled with calling him Sir was all it took for Xiumin to crack. His control wavered, his patience almost lost as he ripped your panties off of you. You barely even registered the fabric tearing. His eyes floated down, taking in the soaking mess in between your legs. “You’re so fucking wet noona, just for us.” He licked his lips, that devilish smile back. You didn’t have time to breathe before he moved forward, his tongue licking a thick stripe through your folds. His voice deepened with a moan. “You taste so fucking good.” His hot breath joined in the sensational overload as his tongue ran over your clit, brushing little strokes of varying pressure and sending little shocks through your core and up your spine. “You always taste so fucking good.” He murmured against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. “Could eat you out all day, shit.”

Words failed you when he addressed Baek. “Doesn’t she taste divine?” His face still buried in your folds, teasing you with his skillful tongue.

Baekhyun hummed as he rolled his hips into your hand, unable to stop himself from seeking the friction. “Always hyung.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Xiumin all but making out with your pussy. “Makes it hard to stop eating her out.” He groaned as you flattened your palm against the head of his cock. It wasn’t enough, the layers of clothing separating you from him prevented the pleasure from feeling anything but teasing. Still it was better than nothing.

“You’re not wrong. I could stay here for hours.” Xiumin replied. You cried out as his tongue entered your needy hole, lapping at your juices, and you clenched around the muscle. He ate you out like a man starved. He latched onto your clit and sucked while his skilled tongue flicked over it with desperate movements. You knew it wouldn’t take you long to reach your peak, not with all the anticipation and teasing that had led to this point. You felt your legs tremble as your orgasm built inside you. But you weren’t allowed to cum yet, Xiumin hadn’t said you could. You didn’t know how you could possibly stop yourself from teetering over the edge but you tried your best to last as long as you could for him. You didn’t want to disobey him today, you wanted to be good for him.

The two of you had dabbled in having him be a brat tamer before, and whilst that was a very very fond memory, it was not fitting for today. His low voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Are you ok baby?” The pressure within you was mounting and your body shook from every flick of his tongue over your clit. You couldn’t speak, as much as you wanted to, all you could do was let out broken moans as Xiumin brought you closer and closer to your peak. A peak you didn’t want to cross without being given permission to.

Baek answered for you. “I think she wants to cum hyung. She’s practically vibrating against me.” He was enthralled with watching you fall apart on another man’s tongue, a sight he didn’t think he’d ever erase from his memory, but he wanted to keep things moving as he grew more and more desperate to be actively involved. “She’s done so well for us so far, and I can’t lie hyung. I think it’ll be really fucking hot to watch her cum all over your face.”

Xiumin had to pause at Baekhyun’s brazenness. He’d expected the dirty talk to extend to you but was rapidly finding out that the filthy exchanges they were having were only turning him on more. “Well, when you put it like that, how could I resist?” He replied. He gave you no notice as he closed his mouth over your clit, taking it between his teeth and sucked hard, the pressure that had been building exploded as your orgasm slammed into you. The force of it knocked the air from you, a loud and desperate moan left your lips, your legs shook from the intensity of it. He massaged your legs, gently lapping at your pussy while you came down. Your body twitched with the residual aftershocks he continued to draw from you with every swipe of his tongue.

As you recovered from your intense high you felt the soft press of Baekhyun’s lips on your neck. You shivered at the sensation, coupled with Xiumin rubbing his hands over your thighs, up to your waist and back down in a soothing motion. Your breathing was still laboured as you opened your eyes only to find Xiumin staring up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he stopped overstimulating you. His gaze was still intense as he watched Baekhyun continue to leave little butterfly kisses along your neck, causing your body to shiver with need.

Your movement did not go unnoticed by Xiumin, who chuckled. “You still need more huh? Nearly passed out from your first orgasm but you already want more don’t you?”

Baekhyun smirked against your neck. “Noona, so needy for us. Was hyungs mouth not enough to fully satisfy you? Do you need something to fill you up?” He brought his hands to your breasts and tweaked your nipples as he sucked another mark into your neck.

You cried out. “God, yes. Please.” There was no denying that the orgasm Xiumin had just coaxed from you was mind blowing. Despite that, you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing. You needed more, needed something inside you.

“All in good time, can’t have you being selfish and getting all the pleasure now can we?” Xiumin said. “I think it’s time you did something for us.” He continued, as he stood from the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso to you. “To show that you deserve what we can give you.” He crooked his fingers and beckoned you to come to him. You leant forward and crawled towards him, removing yourself from Baek’s reach. Behind you Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as he watched your naked form move away from him.

You popped the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped his pants, his bulge tenting his underwear. He let out a soft grunt as you let your hand roam over his underwear. “Do not fucking tease me right now. You know better than that baby.” You smiled to yourself as memories flooded you, the times you had pushed his patience over the edge, of how roughly he took you, not letting you cum until you were a mess of tears, begging him for your release. But tonight, you were going to do as you were told, even though it was becoming evident that your bratty side wanted to play. You were doing your best to keep her in check. You pulled his pants and underwear down, letting them pool at his ankles, his cock slapped against his stomach as it was finally freed from the confines of his clothing, your mouth watered at the sight. You looked up at him and he raised a brow at you. “Why don’t you show our Baekhyun how well you suck cock?” You said. Heat flooded you at the thought of being watched while you had another man’s cock in your mouth.

He lifted his head and made eye contact with the younger, very horny man behind you. “And Baek, be a good boy and strip. You’re only allowed to watch now, no touching yourself.” You heard Baekhyun whine behind you, the poor guy was needy. He’d been rutting his hips into your lower back and hands for friction just moments ago and now he had to sit and watch, and wasn’t even allowed to relieve some of the tension he was clearly feeling.

“Do not make me wait noona.” Xiumin’s commanding tone brought you back to the present. He was hard, very hard. You didn’t want to tease but you also didn’t want to rush this so you slowly spread the precum over his cock, running your fingers up his shaft, around the head, and down again. Xiumin opened his mouth to scold you for teasing him but his words were replaced by a groan of pleasure as you wrapped your fingers around his length and started moving your hand up and down, varying the pressure as you pumped his cock. “Fuck,” He all but whispered.

He was always so responsive to your touches, so much so that it only spurred you on. You wanted, no needed to taste him. Part of you also wanted to ruin Baekhyun by making him such a horny mess that he might just cum untouched from watching you and Xiumin. You licked the tip of his swollen cock before bringing your lips to it and sucking softly. Xiumin let out a gasp, his hips bucking involuntarily as you finally took him into your mouth. You moved slowly, relishing in the feel of him in your mouth, filling it up. You blinked your eyes slowly as you gazed up at him as your mouth enveloped his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he stared back at you through heavily lidded eyes.

He praised with a rough voice, as his fingers gripped your hair. “That’s right, baby, just like that. You look so good with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” You didn’t break eye contact as you moved down his length, curling one hand around his base as you bobbed your head, taking more of him in each time you made your descent. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and felt his hands hold your head in a vice grip as his resolve started to wane, a deep groan emitting from his throat. He let his head roll back, his breathing growing erratic as short pants mixed with small groans flow out of his mouth.

He held your head in place as he rolled his hips into you, fucking into your mouth. His first strokes were slow and languid, letting you get used to the fullness in you, but he soon began pushing further and further. His cock started hitting the back of your throat, and on one deep thrust he had your nose pressed up against him as he bottomed out. He held it there for a few seconds. “Fucking hell. Look at you, taking me all the way. You love this don’t you? Choking on my cock in front of another man.” You shivered, as you felt your arousal leak from you. You hadn’t expected to be this turned on from just sucking his cock but you felt light you were on fire with need. You wanted to be used by them so thoroughly that you couldn’t move at the end of the night.

You let yourself relax around him, trusting yourself in his hands, after all Xiumin had never once hurt you. He’d been the one you’d played the roughest with but he’d always taken care of you. When he felt you relax he began thrusting again, this time his strokes were getting faster, but still just as deep. “Love fucking your face noona, you, shit, you feel so good.” You struggled to hold yourself up as he used you, his hand in your hair the only anchor holding you up as you became a puppet for his use.

You knew he was approaching his climax when he began to move with less concern for the wellbeing of your throat, gagging you with his cock every few thrusts. You did your best to keep your jaw slack, as your throat was being rubbed raw, drool and precum fell down your chin in streams. “So messy, fuck, look at you. I’m almost there baby, you can take a bit more.” You moved your spare hand to massage his balls, rolling them in your palm as he thrusted into your mouth. Your action makes him groan louder than before, needier too. Your thighs clenched together, desperate in your need for friction. But you were being good, you didn’t touch or move. You choked a few times, tears falling down your cheeks to mix with the other fluids on your chin as he came. “Such a good girl for me, took me so well, let me use you to get off.” He stroked your face gently, wiping the tears away as he smiled down at you. “Wasn’t she such a good girl Baek?” He asked.

“Fuck, yes hyung, she was.” Baekhyun’s reply was strained with desire.

“Did you touch yourself Baek?” He asked bluntly. You turned to look at him and felt a jolt through your core at just how wrecked he looked. He was breathing heavily, his chest flushed as his hands had a death grip on the sheets to stop him from touching himself. He looked so painfully hard, his rigid cock practically weeping with pre cum, twitching with need, it was so messy, and you knew how he loved it messy.

Baekhyun shook his head. “N-no. Fuck if you could see how much wetter she got from you throat fucking her hyung, my god. Please, let her touch me or let me touch myself I’m fucking dying over here.” You felt heat wash over you as you clenched around nothing. You should have felt some type of shame about how lewdly they were talking about you but you didn’t. You trusted these two men with your entire being and knew that they would never speak ill of you. Plus you were a little too fucked out to care.

Xiumin caught you staring at Baekhyun and smiled. “Baby, why don’t you treat him to your filthy mouth?” He gave you a little push to set you in motion as you crawled between Baekhyun’s legs. “Holy fuck, you weren’t wrong Baek. She is so fucking wet.” You turned your head to look back at Xiumin, who was now kneeling on the bed as he stared between your legs. His eyes flicked up to yours understanding what you wanted. “If you’re good I’ll give you what you want.” He gave your ass a light tap to direct your attention back to Baek.

“Please don’t tease me noona.” Baekhyun whimpered as you slowly grasped his length in your hand.

“You don’t want me to take my time with you?” You asked playfully. Baekhyun was always putty in your hands when it came to having his cock in your mouth. He got too eager, enjoyed it too much and never lasted that long. You guessed tonight would be no different especially since he’d had to watch you and not relieve himself while doing so.

“Fuck. No. I’m just too fucking horny to endure it.” You heard the need in his voice, the normally even tone pitching up slightly as he tried to hold himself together. “I’m doing my best to not grab your head and shove my cock in your mouth right now. Watching you with hyung, holy fuck it was so hot, I don’t know if I’m going to last very long after watching him rail your throat.” He panted.

“I’ll make you feel good Baek, I promise.” You said. He let his head fall back against the headboard as you took the head of his cock into your mouth and sucked gently. He moaned loudly at finally being touched, his eyes wide with pleasure.

“Hyung, can - fuck - can I touch her?” He sounded so broken as he tried to speak, his breath hitching every time you moved your tongue around his swollen head.

You felt Xiumin shift on the bed until he was kneeling behind you. He rubbed his hand down your spine as you took Baekhyun into your mouth once more. “You may.” Baekhyun gripped your hair as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You shuddered when you felt Xiumin’s fingers drag through your slick folds. “Noona, you are so fucking wet. Does it turn you on this much to be with two men?”

You lifted your head from Baekhyun’s cock, much to his disdain. “Yes, fuck” you rasped, your throat raw from the abuse Xiumin had inflicted upon it. “Sir, please touch me.”

“Why should I?” He teased as one finger circled your clit.

You moaned loudly. “I’ve been so good.”

“Do you want your noona to suck your cock Baekhyun?” Xiumin said as you lowered yourself back towards his cock. You stared into his fucked out eyes and waited for him to respond. He nodded and you shifted down, placing a kitten lick to the tip of his leaking cock, causing him to whimper at the feeling. You don’t break eye contact with him as Xiumin spoke again. “You want your noona to suck your thick cock and make you fall apart while your hyung stuffs noona with his fingers?”

Baekhyun’s eyes almost rolled in the back of his head as Xiumin spoke, his hips bucking up towards you with need. “Jesusfuckingchrist hyung, holy shit, yes. Yes I want that. Please.”

Xiumin waited for you to take Baekhyun back into your mouth before he plunged two fingers into your aching pussy. You moaned around Baekhyun’s cock at the feeling, finally being touched and having your mouth filled at the same time. You swirled your tongue on the underside of his cock as you took more of him in, finding your rhythm so you could rock back onto Xiumin’s fingers and forward onto Baekhyun’s cock.

You ran your nails down his thighs as you let your jaw relax, allowing Baekhyun to begin thrusting up into it. “Holy shit this is hot, you should see yourself noona, gonna make you choke on my cock while hyung makes you cum on his fingers.”

“You liked that didn’t you?” Xiumin remarked. “I felt you clench around me, you needy little thing. If you want to cum then you’d better hold still and let us use you.” Your eyes widened as you clenched around his fingers again.

Baekhyun began to fuck your throat as you held yourself in position, your hands gripping his thighs. You moaned around his cock as you felt Xiumin's hand match the pace Baekhyun was setting. They were both entering you at the same time, you’d never felt so full. The pressure was building within you at an alarming pace and you knew you’d snap if they kept up this momentum. Baekhyun’s moans became higher pitched and more frequent as he started to really enjoy the feeling of your throat sucking him in every time he fucked into it. The vibrations from your moans were only adding to the pleasure he was feeling. “Fuck, I’m close.” He panted.

Xiumin removed his fingers from you. You whined at the loss only to let out a strangled cry as he began to vigorously circle and tap your clit. “Then cum. Both of you.” Both of you came undone at his words, your orgasm slamming into you as Baekhyun thrusted once more and held himself in your throat as he came while you writhed against Xiumin’s relentless fingers, tears streaming down your face at the combination of choking on Baekhyun’s cock and being overstimulated by Xiumin.

You pulled off Baekhyun as you tried to get away from Xiumin’s relentless fingers. “Xiu please, I need a minute. Too sensitive.” You whined. He acquiesced and released you from his wandering hands.

Baekhyun was immobile, his chest heaving as he recovered from his own high. He somehow looked even more fucked out than he had before. “Holy shit.” He said to himself.

Xiumin pulled him from his daze by telling him to move to the chair at the end of the bed and watch. Baekhyun stood on slightly wobbly legs, walked over and threw himself down on the comfy chair facing the bed, leant back and got as comfortable as a naked man could in a hotel chair, as his eyes roamed over the bed as they sought you out. “I know this is your reward hyung but I feel like we’re all reaping this reward.” He grinned.

He had a moment where the facade cracked and you saw the excitement in Xiumin’s eyes as he took a beat to take in that he was actually experiencing one of his largest fantasies right now. Not only that, but it was going well. He only let that slip last for a second before he was back, moving to sit in the position Baekhyun had been in on the bed. You stared at him as you waited for him to tell you where he wanted you. He was lazily stroking his hard length as he let his eyes roam over your body. “Come here noona.” You made your way over to him, and climbed onto his lap.

“Are you enjoying your reward Xiu?” You asked softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He let his forehead fall forward and press against yours. “It is everything I imagined and more. Thank you for helping make it happen.” He smiled genuinely at you, that beautiful gummy smile that you adored, before he kissed you. He let his hands run over your shoulders, ghosting past your breasts, running down the sides of your waist so gently it made you shiver, before coming to rest on your hips, kneading the skin there as he deepened the kiss. He sighed into you, pressing his lips down harder, hungrier. You gasped into his mouth as he pulled your hips against his cock. “Turn around. Want you to ride me while facing him. Make him watch you fuck yourself on my cock. You’ll ruin him, and I’ll get to watch your ass bounce on my cock so we both win.” Xiumin gave you another one of his annoying little smirks.

You gave him one more heat filled kiss before you turned in his lap. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he figured out what was happening, his hands gripping his thighs in anticipation. You didn’t have much time to focus on the look on his face because Xiumin suddenly dipped his finger into your sopping entrance, using your juices to coat his cock. You let out a shaky moan as he moved you into position and waited for you to begin. He let you know you were taking too long by delivering a swift smack to you ass, which caught you by surprise as you cried out.

Slowly you lifted yourself up, aligned his cock with your core and sunk down to the hilt. You both moaned out at the feeling of your wet, hot walls moulding around him and pulling him in. You stayed like that for a second, head thrown back and nails digging into his thighs as you got used to the stretch. “Fuuuuck, that’s hot.” You heard Baekhyun groan. You locked eyes with him as you started to move, setting a steady pace to begin with as you relished in the feel of Xiumin’s cock hitting you in all the right places from this angle. Xiumin’s hands rubbed up and down your sides as he helped guide you up and down on his length. He threw his head back in pleasure at how deep you were taking him.

Baekhyun couldn’t help himself any more as he was hard again. The sight of you bouncing on Xiumin’s cock, your tits bouncing, the sounds you were making, all of it was too much. He wrapped his fingers around himself and squeezed hard. He bit back a moan, as his head tipped back as the relief of his own touch spread through his body and pre cum leaked from his tip. You moaned at the sight of him touching himself as you fucked yourself on Xiumin’s cock, quickening your pace. You heard Xiumin moaning and cursing behind you as your pace became increasingly desperate.

“Hyung,” Baekhyun’s voice was strained with need.

“Wh-fuck, what?” He grunted.

“How does she feel?”

“She feels amazing, fucking herself on me so good.” He moaned as you changed the angle of your pelvis, desperate to feel him hit that specific spot inside you. “Our baby is desperate to get off aren’t you?”

“I can’t, Xiu-” You cried out.

“Baek, get up and kneel in front of her.” He said as he pushed you off his cock, moving you onto all fours. “Baby, think you can take both of us at the same time? One fucking this pretty pussy and one using that skilled mouth of yours?”

You whimpered at his question, too overwhelmed with the prospect of being filled so wonderfully by them that you forgot to answer. “All you need to do is say yes, baby.” He said. “But I will not do anything until you tell me how much you want it.” He slowly dragged his cock through your folds.

“Yes, oh god, yes, please sir, I need it.” When he didn’t move a muscle you tried again. “Xiumin, please.”

“Sorry baby, I was just savouring my fantasy. Trust me, we want nothing more than to give you exactly what you need.” He entered you in one thrust, bottoming out with a grunt. Your hands grasped onto Baekhyun’’s arm for dear life as your body went rigid. A loud moan and gasp left your lips and when Baekhyun grabbed your jaw and brought his cock to your lips an honest to god whine came out. You were completely lost to their ministrations, theirs to use as they saw fit. As long as you came you didn’t care what they did. Baekhyun pressed his length into your mouth and began to thrust into your mouth at the same pace that Xiumin pounded into you from behind. You had never felt so full in your life.

"Look so good with our cocks inside you, noona," Baekhyun praised, his voice huskier than you’d ever heard it before, which made you clench around Xiumin, who let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, yeah," he breathed, as he snapped his hips into you even harder, working himself in and out of your pussy. "Keep talking to her like that, Baek," he grunted the younger man, "Her sweet little pussy's tightening up so fucking perfectly."

"You like when I talk dirty to you don’t you noona?" He teased as he fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he matched Xiumin’s new pace. “Noona is just greedy and cock-hungry for us aren’t you? You like having hyung and I inside those needy holes of yours don’t you?" You could barely think straight as one cock entered you the other pulled back, alternating their thrusts to ensure there was never not a cock filling you.

You moaned in agreement around his cock as you let them stuff you full, telling you exactly how you felt around them and how good you’re being for them. Xiumin’s cock brushed against that spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure, the sound muffled by Baekhyun’s cock filling your mouth. Your thighs shook as Xiumin brought you to another climax. You felt Baekhyun pull out of your mouth as he watched you fall apart on Xiumin’s cock. He kept thrusting into you as he chased his own high, his pace somehow becoming harder and faster. “Fuck noona, you’re sucking me back in. Your tight pussy is taking me so well. FUCK.” He snapped his hips into you at a brutal pace, his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“You’re gonna let Baek fuck you as soon as I’m done with you. He’s been so patient, waiting to fucking ruin you on his cock.” He groaned as his pace grew erratic, a clear sign that he was going to cum soon.

“Yes Xiu, I’ll let him fuck me. He can fuck your cum back into me.” You moaned, the overstimulation beginning to turn into pleasure once more. “Please Xiu, want you to cum inside, want you to fill me up.” He growled as he thrusted into you once more as he came inside you. He held himself in you as he panted, trying to catch his breath and come back down from his dizzying high.

“Baek, your turn.” He said as he pulled out of you and flipped you on your back. His hair was stuck to his face from the exertion of fucking you. He looked spent as he moved to your side and leant down to kiss you passionately. “You look so fucking hot noona, being so good for us.” He whispered in between kisses.

Baekhyun moved so that he was between your legs and groaned at the sight before him. “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want to wreck you now.” His first thrust was deep and slow, moving with purpose as he enjoyed the feel of being inside you. “You look so filthy with hyung’s cum dripping out of you. You wanted me to fuck it back into you?” The next thrust had more force behind it and you felt him. Your head fell back as he fucked you, his grunts and moans increasing in volume.

His hair stuck to his forehead from the exertion, his eyes alternating their focus from your face to watching his cock disappear into your pussy. He leant forward, effectively folding you in half as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fuck, how are you this hot? I am not going to last long baby.”

“Shit, me either Baek.” You moaned as Xiumin moved from kissing your lips to your neck, down your chest until his mouth attached to your nipple. He used his hands to massage your breasts as his tongue laved at your nipples. He watched you intently as you cried out for them both to keep touching and fucking you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna, Baek, I’m gonna cum.”

Baekhyun picked up his pace, slamming into you with vigour as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he was worth, your final orgasm of the night hitting you so hard that you almost blacked out. You felt utterly spent, in the best way, but you could do very little as the two men praised you, Baekhyun carrying you to the bathroom to clean you both up while Xiumin went to his room to steal the sheets from the bed. It didn’t matter how spent he was, he’d rather die before sleeping on cum stained sheets. When they’d finished cleaning you up all three of you fell into your bed together, a tangled mess of limbs. You had one man on either side of you. The two that had started this whole thing.

“Well that was better than my drunk texts.” You murmured. Both men burst into laughter on either side of you.

Silence settled over the room again as you all began to give in to the call of sleep, comfy, clean and warm. Baekhyun hummed. “I wish you’d had that cheerleader outfit with you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You replied with a laugh.

“No, he’s onto something there.” Minseok reasoned as he giggled. “That outfit was really hot. Do you still own it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at them, even though you wanted to sound pissed off. “I hate both of you, and if my legs worked I’d get up and leave this room right now.”

“Hyung high five, we broke her.” Baekhyun continued laughing.

“Shut up!” Both you and Minseok yelled happily.

You let your laughs die down as you snuggled into each other, exhausted both physically and mentally. You realised now that all the rewards had been completed. You’d think on what that meant moving forward later. Right now you just wanted to pass out, and maybe wake up to some continued fun, but you’d understand if Minseok considered the threesome request completed now.

Minseok chose that moment to speak up. “Thank you both for this. It’s uh, it’s weird to thank you for it but you know, it feels necessary. But I’m glad it was the two of you.” Minseok was doing his best to stay awake long enough to thank you both, something he really didn't need to do.

“Talk later, sleep now.” You mumbled as you felt yourself succumb to post coital exhaustion.

A/N: Um so yeah, that happened. Did the smut get away from me? Yes. Are we ok? Can I hand out fans and refreshments to any of you? Real talk, thank you for reading and sticking with me over the insanely long time it's taken to write this fic. I'd love to hear who you want her to end up with, I've got 3 endings penned and I'm still picking which one feels right so your feedback would help :)

Masterpost | Chapter 46 | Chapter 48 (coming soon)

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Fic recs?? It’s so hard to find good stuff😩

i’ll list a few of my recent favs, but first i’ll give u some tips & secrets ab how i find new fics 🥰

my first & biggest source—i snoop on everyone’s bookmarks. like everyone. if i read a fic i liked, i check that author’s bookmarks. if someone comments on my fic, i check their bookmarks. if i come across someone talking ab fic on the tl, i go to their ao3 and check their bookmarks. i’ve found so many great fics just by snooping on what other ppl are reading 🫶

my second most-used tactic: searching for tags & using filters. if i’m looking for something specific, i search the tags/pairings i want and make sure to exclude things i don’t want (i.e. i don’t usually want to read jegulus, so i make sure to exclude that pairing in my results. same goes w tags/ratings/warnings u don’t want). i’ll sort by date, kudos, and hits separately, and add anything that sounds interesting to my bookmarks to sort through later. ao3 really has the best filtering and tagging system out there, but a lot of times we don’t use it to its full capacity! if you want to read something specific there’s a very good chance someone has written it, you just need to search and filter your results so that you’re not just seeing the most recent stuff! (i also filter by word count a lot too bc i’m not always in the mood for something multi-chaptered or something that will take me multiple days to finish reading)

last, sometimes i’ll go into the main pairing tag i’m looking for and sort by kudos/hits/date/whatever and jump to like….the 30th page of results. there’s sooooo much stuff i miss just bc it gets lost in the flow of new/popular fics, so jumping to random deep-dive search results will help you find new stuff & come across fics & authors you haven’t seen before 💞💖💘

now here’s some of the stuff i’ve been enjoying lately!! 💞💖💘💕

love by the seaside by viwrites

this was very cute and a great quick read! remus is a disgruntled painter/barista recovering from a toxic relationship & sirius is the sweet, dashing stranger that he meets by accident on the beach one day. lots of early-morning coffee runs and nervous flirting with some christmas fluff as a treat

hurling crowbirds at mockingbars by wrappedup

y’all know i am typically NOT an exes to lovers kind of girlie. i find this trope very hard to read most of the time bc i am a huge baby, but this one was a quick read and the plot was overall very sweet! remus broke up with sirius & left the country out of the blue almost 10 years ago, and then comes back to town with a fiancé. sirius learns very quickly that he’s still hurt, and remus learns very quickly that he might have jumped the gun all those years ago.

in the dark there is discovery by lynxindisguise

wolfstar pirate au!! need i say more!!

disarm you with a smile by five_ht

listen to me. look me in my eyes. this is explicit as fuck and i encourage you to read every single one of the tags carefully. seriously read all of them. it will not be for everyone but like….,oh my fuxking god. sirius steals remus’ phone number while hanging out with his friend (remus’ niece) one day and starts sending him increasingly suggestive texts anonymously. it’s all fun and games until sirius starts to catch feelings & remus starts to get curious ab who he’s been talking to.

in the centre of a circle by moonheavens

reccing this again bc I HAVEN’T CAUGHT UP YET BUT IT’S SO SO GOOD i’m going after the latest chapter as SOOOOOON as i have the time this week 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 sirius lives with the lupins and is very much in love with remus. he consults various people for advice.

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #fic rec #wolfstar fic rec #plus some #ao3 tips

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space-mermaid-writing · 6 months

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Wednesday [IronStrange]

Summary:Tony fights Strange and his weird wizards on a regular basis. So when he is woken up by Jarvis and being told Strange is sitting in his kitchen, waiting to talk to him, Tony just knows that something is not right. What he does not know yet is that it will be a string of very long days.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags:enemies to lovers, time loop, time shenanigans, hero/villain, hero Tony Stark, villain Stephen Strange, morally gray Stephen Strange, being a villain is a point of view, protecting the timeline, suicide but it has no consequences whatsoever, open ending, hopeful ending, Stephen needs a hug, Stephen and the never ending day, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, all the stuff you love

Chapter 4: “I know it’s a lot to ask.”

“I’m not messing with your head, Tony. I swear.”

It was the first thing Stephen said to him the next day.

“I know.” Tony sighed. “At least I’m about 99 percent sure.”

The sorcerer bit his tongue. But this was probably the best that he would get. And there was something else on his mind he wanted to address.

“I want to try something. Maybe you were right that I’m the problem. We can test that. I told you that my death doesn’t break the time loop. But I still don’t know if it triggers a reset.”

The engineer looks up from where he was assembling his welding tools. “You mean you want to… what? Die? Kill yourself? Me to kill you?”

Stephen nodded and Tony put his tools down. The sorcerer had said he had done it before and then woke up to see another Wednesday. Still, it didn’t bode well with Tony. Death was something final. Usually.

“You don’t seem to be concerned about it at all,” he voiced carefully. “Are you sure it’s necessary?”

Stephen knew how it must seem to outsiders that he was almost too willing at the prospect of dying. “It’s not the first time I would die in a time loop.”

“A time loop? Not particularly this one?”

Of course Tony noticed that little detail.

“I told you I’ve been in one before,” Stephen said. “But it was different. I controlled it and I used it to trap an entity in it. It was reset by my death.”

Tony was horrified. “How many times?”

“I lost count,” Stephen admitted softly. It had been too many, if he was being honest.

The engineer sighed. “I don’t think you should do this. There’s probably a healthier option.” Seeing Stephen’s facial expression, he added, “but knowing you, I can’t argue you out of it anyway. So how do you want to do this?”

He placed his hand on Stephen's shoulder; a normal gesture for him. He was always handsy with people he was comfortable with. Which – huh – when did he become comfortable around Stephen? Maybe the same time he started calling him by his first name. Still, it was a moment of realization.

Being lost in thought, he didn’t notice Stephen had winced when Tony touched him and that there was a slight blush on his face.

Whenever the two of them stood close to each other – which was more often than not these days – Stephen had to hold himself physically back to lean towards the engineer even though he was yearning for contact. All the time alone in the time loop had taken a toll on him. So much so that a harmless gesture like a hand on a shoulder felt like a tight hug.

He took a step away to get some physical space between them and focused on the topic at hand.

“A painless way would be preferred. I don’t want to use magic, because I’m not a hundred percent sure it won’t affect our bond.” Neither Stephen nor Tony wanted to risk that. “And I’d rather have it done here and not risk someone finding my body. I will record a statement in case something goes wrong, so you’re clear on the legal side, and to explain it to Wong.”

“You really thought this through, hm?”

Stephen answered with a single nod. He had. The cloak floated over from where he had been playing with one of Tony’s bots and smoothed over his shoulders. Stephen patted over the corner of the fabric and gestured to a Starkpad. “Can I use that?”

Tony made an inviting gesture. “It’s all yours.”

With the pad in hand Stephen retreated to a corner of the lab to record his statement. His voice was quiet – the message obviously a private one – and Tony tried not to eavesdrop.

Jarvis took the moment to also start a private conversation via another device.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Sir?”

Most days Jarvis was quiet when the Sorcerer was present, but he carried out every request from Tony immediately. The engineer knew that his A.I. was watching everything closely, and every now and then Jarvis raised concern, like now.

“It’s probably not, but we haven’t made a lot of progress lately. And if he insists…” It was clear from his voice that Tony didn't like the idea.

“It could be a trick.”

“It could be,” he said noncommitedly. Tony didn’t really believe it to be a trick. By now he knew Stephen quite well. The sorcerer gained nothing from dying and framing Tony; or whatever the implication had been. “Just let it slide for today.”

He had reassured Jarvis so many times before: it’s just one day. Tomorrow will be different.

It was never tomorrow and that was frustrating. He didn’t regret joining the loop – perhaps because he knew that there was a way out for him – but it still wasn’t always easy to handle.

Stephen had finished his recording and handed the Starkpad to Tony. “If anything should happen, give it to Wong. It tells you where you will find him.” The sorcerer hesitated for a second before he added, “please don’t watch it if it is not necessary.”

Now Tony was absolutely curious, but he honored the request and stored the device in a drawer.

“So?” he asked, not sure what point the sorcerer wanted to make.

“I assume you’re quite equipped,” Stephen said and if this was any other situation Tony would have made a joke about it. But now he just nodded and walked to a locker where he’d stored some weapons. He had used them to test bullet impacts on Iron Man armors’ surface structure in the past. He grabbed a gun and put it on the table next to Stephen.

“I’d prefer you don’t do this.”

Stephen was silent. What he was about to say Tony would even like less.

He waited until the engineer looked at him, before he raised his shaking fingers in front of his chest. “These are not good for anything with precision. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you-…”

“Absolutely not!” Tony protested vehemently. He was not going down that route. Sure, he worked with the Avengers and part of his job description was to neutralize threats. Forcibly if necessary. But this was different. He wouldn’t outride murder someone. No matter what nickname the press used to give Tony Stark.

As if he had read Tony’s mind, Stephen argued, “You are a weapon manufacturer.”

“Former.” His tone was biting. He knew it was something that would stick with him forever, even if he tried to do better, to change. He had made his amends with it. Hearing it from Strange had hit him unexpectedly and it hurt more than it should. It made him become defensive.

“I don’t know what kind of impression you have of me, but I don’t take lives lightly!”

“I will survive it.”

“But first you will be dead! This isn’t a game, Stephen. Even if today starts tomorrow anew. Killing is still killing!” Tony didn't understand why that wouldn't go into the sorcerer's head. Just because there were no physical consequences didn’t mean it was okay to go out and murder people randomly. That was what psychopaths would do. And Stephen wasn’t even a random person on the street. Tony couldn’t kill him. He wasn’t even sure if he could truly hurt him in any way – which would probably become a problem after this was over and they were on different sides again.

Strange didn’t look happy about his declining, his lip almost pouting. “Jarvis can do it then.”

That suggestion upset Tony even more. “Don’t you dare to pull my child into this! I won’t teach him to kill someone just because they asked for it!” He pointed accusingly at Stephen.

They were both still standing at the table, the gun between them. Tony was so very angry that Stephen had dared to ask him such a thing. He was angry Stephen didn’t seem to care about his own life. And he was angry that he had to tilt his head and look up at the man.

The sorcerer was adamant to push through with his idea. “Well, then you either do it voluntarily or I will make you do it.”

"How are you going to do that?"

“Magic,” Stephen simply said.

Tony yanked back as if he had been slapped. “You promised you would not mess with my head!”

“I don’t need to access your head to control your arm.” It was the equivalent of a threat.

Tony was very tempted to take the gun and kill him right at this moment. And maybe that was the sorcerer’s plan.

He couldn’t believe it. He felt angry, betrayed and foremost, fear that Strange would actually make his words reality.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled. “Why risk this?”

“It’s important to know. For science,” Stephen dared to quote Tony and the engineer hated the implication he would justify anything in the name of science. “You should understand.”

“I’m sick of you! I don’t care how you proceed but I want no part in this.” Tony threw his hands in the air before he turned and left the lab.

He barely stepped out of the room when he heard a shot; right before everything went black.

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“Sir…”

Tony jumped out of bed as soon as Jarvis' voice woke him up. He was still angry. Angry and a little bit relieved that Stephen was alive. But mostly angry.

“That bastard!”

He stomped straight to the kitchen, pulling his watch into a gauntlet on the way. He pointed it right at the sorcerer who was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Fuck you, Strange!”

Stephen froze. It had been a while since a weapon had been pointed at him when he arrived in the morning. And for a moment he wasn’t sure about the reason why. Did something go wrong?Did his death break the bond between them?

There’s panic in his eyes and the overthinking prevents him from speaking. Tony used this moment to step closer, the flashing repulsor still raised.

“You’re an absolute asshole! What were you thinking?” Standing now right in front of him, he grabbed Strange by both shoulders.

The cloak moved out of his way, probably approving the lecture Tony gave the sorcerer; and also trusting him enough not to actually hurt him. If Tony would stop and think about that, he would have an opinion about it. But right then his focus was solely on Stephen.

“What if it didn’t work? Did you even think for one second about the consequences?!”

Relieved, Stephen realized that Tony did remember and was just angry with him. He could handle that. Or so he thought. “There are no consequences. The time loop resets-…”

“I’m talking about me!” Tony cut him off, his voice raised. At this point he was almost shaking Stephen. Trying to shake some sense into him. “If the day hadn’t been reset with your death. If I had gone back into the lab, see you lying there… if… “

The image of Stephen with a bullet in his head, blood all around him was burned into his brain. He had been in the field long enough to know how a bullet to the head looked like.

Even thinking about it tightened his chest and made his heart ache. He would have blamed it on the arc reactor in his chest, but when he blinked, he noticed that his eyes were moist.

Tony knew how to mask his emotion. He had been trained in PR since the age of five. So seeing the man like this right in front of him surprised Stephen.

What surprised him even more was when Tony yanked him forward and roughly planted his lips on the sorcerer’s.

The engineer was annoyed, evidently, voice harsh and filled with authority, and yet? Yet, there was something else, a heat that had pushed the words out of his mouth. It pushed them together, lips pressing together with a firm urgency, teeth digging into Stephen’s lower lip.

Stephen gasped in surprise, grabbing onto Tony’s toned arms for support. He was overwhelmed by the man, his proximity, his familiar smell.

Tony pulled back first, not done with his rant. “I hope you’ve achieved what you wanted, because I’m not going to let you do that again. I refuse! I don’t ever want to hear you suggesting it!”

Stephen looked wrecked – his lips swollen and a blush on his cheeks – and he was too stunned to speak.

Jarvis was not. “Sir, I’m not sure if I can follow what’s happening.”

“I’ll explain it to you in a minute, J.”

It must have seemed strange to the A.I., downright crazy: the appearance of Doctor Strange in the kitchen, calmly requesting to see the engineer; Tony yelling – that part was probably understandable – and them kissing.

But Tony had already decided that they weren't going to talk about it. It had been the heat of the moment and wasn’t the main topic right now. He had let himself be tempted. The engineer sighed. “Your death restarts the loop, by the way,” he informed the sorcerer and turned to walk to the coffee machine. He needed a strong one. “You know what that means.”

Stephen followed his movements for exactly one step forward before he stopped himself. He was reluctant to change the topic and watched Tony fixing himself a cup, before actually realizing what the man had said.

“It changes nothing.”

“It changes everything”, Tony grumbled. “Don’t you see? That means it’s directly linked to your person.”

“It could still be due to the time stone I’m wearing.”

“Yeah? Well, let’s try that. Give the stone to me and kill me.”

“No!” Stephen protested so vehemently it surprised the engineer and he turned back to him, with the coffee in his hand. “I won’t risk your life.” Stephen knew he was a hypocrite for saying that but he couldn't help it.

“You risked yours,” Tony pointed out.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“You are too important to the timeline.” Stephen shook his head. He didn’t want to explain what he had seen in the future. It wasn’t pretty, but it was inevitable. If they took the right path. And if Tony played his part.

None of that mattered if they didn’t stop the time loop.

Stephen looked down at his chest, then up at Tony. “No more deaths. But you’re going to wear the Eye of Agamotto.”

“What?” Tony thought he hadn’t heard it right.

“It’s a variable we haven’t tried yet. Just to see if it changes anything”, the sorcerer explained.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

Strange had told him before that he would never hand it to someone. And he had been pretty adamant about it. To the point that Tony didn’t suggest it anymore. And usually Tony was very persistent about his ideas.

They must be running out of options.

Tony watched Stephen pull the chain over his head. “What? Like right now?” He put the coffee aside for a second.

“You’ll wear it during the day and the reset.” Stephen stepped right into his personal space and put the necklace around his neck. Tony didn't have the ability to activate the eye in any way. "Be careful with it," he warned him anyway. “The fate of the whole universe depends on the safekeeping of the time stone. I’m trusting you with it.”

“No pressure,” Tony mumbled but his eyes were solemn. Warmth flooded him thinking about how much faith Stephen put in him.

The eye felt heavy on Tony’s chest. A chunky piece of jewelry. It lay above the arc reactor. The feared feeling of magic did not appear and Tony was both happy and disappointed about that. He didn’t know what the fuss was about, but Stephen’s words prevented him from commenting. He sensed that this was a big deal.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #doctor strange #tony stark #stephen strange x tony stark #marvel #mcu #strangeiron #spacemermaid #Wednesday #time loop #spacemermaidwriting

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @piratefalls and @onthewaytosomewhere

Happy birthday to our favorite chaos bisexual baby boi, Alex! I am almost at the finished line for this chapter. I'm determined to post today, so stay tuned, folks. Wordy little bastard Alex has a lot to say and a lot of FEELS. ENJOY!

As they exited the cemetery, Henry turned to him and asked, “Would you indulge me one more cemetery tour?” Alex nodded, something in Henry’s eyes telling him this was important. They walked down the street until they found an appropriate place to cross. Henry led them up to the open gate that read Holt Cemetery. Compared to the grandeur of the place they just left, Holt looked rundown and neglected. The gravestones were worn and crooked, some lined with PVC pipe or broken mini-picket fences, and decorated with mementos from loved ones. He took Henry’s hand and squeezed it as they walked along the gravel drive. “Somewhere in here,” Henry said softly, “may lie the remains of four men, victims of a gay bar fire in 1973 called the Upstairs Lounge.” “May?” Henry’s jaw tightened. “Many older records were destroyed after Katrina. Some say the victims, one, possibly two, who have been identified, were buried here or in the Charity Hospital Cemetery nearby. Their bodies were so damaged, they were never identified or claimed. One man’s family, Ferris LeBlanc, didn’t even know he’d died in the fire until 2015. In total, thirty-two men died that night, the deadliest attack on a queer space until Pulse in Orlando.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” Alex hissed. “Was anyone ever charged?” Henry shook his head. “There was a suspect, a man who had been ejected about twenty minutes before the fire started, but it ultimately went nowhere. It was just a bunch of queers who had it coming, right?” “How did you learn about this?” “A documentary,” Henry replied. They paused, and Henry held their joined hands against his chest. “I have a vested interest in the history of our community because the mainstream media and so-called educators still seek to bury it.” Alex swallowed thickly as he scanned the cemetery. As the son of a Mexican immigrant, he knew all too well how hard the system fought to suppress those they deemed as “other.” It occurred to him that so much of the real history of this country hadn’t been taught to him in the classroom but through books, documentaries, and people like Henry. People determined not to let their history fade into obscurity. “I don’t mean to preach-” Alex stopped him. “No, you’re not. And you’re right. These men deserve to be remembered. Thank you for sharing this with me. I’ve only been for about a year, and I’ve still got so much more I need to learn.” “That’s the first step,” Henry smiled. “The worst thing you can do as a young queer person is live in willful ignorance because the people in power are counting on it. Pride Month is about so much more than celebrating who we are. It’s about remembering those who we’ve lost, who didn’t get the chance to live openly as we do now.” Alex felt a lump growing in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Henry and squeezed tight. Henry huffed a laugh but returned his embrace, murmuring, “I’d kiss you right now, but that would be grossly inappropriate, given our current location.” “Good call.”

There are so many bonding moments between A&H in this chapter, but this is one I'm proud of. As a queer person myself, Henry was channeling me as I too think it is beyond vital that queer people learn their history, the bad and the good. Celebrate Pride but remember the people who are no longer here. CMQ brought up the story of the Upstairs Lounge in One Last Stop, so I wanted to include it here as I feel it would be something important that Henry would want to share with Alex. I promise, this chapter is almost done and you guys are NOT ready for it! All aboard the hype train, choo chooooooo! See ya soon!

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb movie #wip wednesday

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trulybetty · 10 months

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Sunday | Week In Review II

Sunday Week in Review II.

How we all doing?? Did we make it through the week? (I wrote this placeholder start on Monday, future B, I hope you made it through unscathed)

Narrator: In fact, she barely made it through the week unscathed. It was a weird limbo state of a week that she couldn’t quite understand was so quick but so fucking long at the same time…

So as a result, I really didn’t read much this week - you should see my tabs that I have open for my TBR list this week and I have a lot of mentions/reblogs I will be responding to the next couple of days.

Anyway, on with the week in review…

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings Part III (I feel like I hit publish on this six weeks ago, this is how long this week has felt)

Dipped by foot in the Catfish pond this week also...

Stood Up

Flings

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Six Sentence Sunday by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love Sunny & Whiskey any day of the week, but throw in tiny long-eared adorable puppies? *dead*

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 1: Welcome to Torrey Hills by @rhoorl They're here... What an opening chapter! This one introduces us to the Delta boys and where they are post-Colombia and sets up for what I know is going to be a fantastic ride! I also heard that the residents of Mulefall Court (snort) have come to play today...

Working Title by @rhoorl Also started this fic this week by Jess too, only one chapter in but I'm very curious how this is all going to play out. Dieter Bravo and a slow burn? Has my name all over it!

The Layover | Chapter 10by @goodwithcheese I'm ignoring the fact that we're in the home stretch of this story - but it's one that just keeps on giving and this week's update was no different! Also, are you team Jules x Benny or team Jules x Santiago?

Sage by @softlyspector This is part three of the Honeyed series, and I don't know how to sum up in a couple of lines how much this series has touched me. Joel AU where he's a tattoo artist might sound on the surface a little ways out there, but trust me - the characterization stays true and the slow burn here is something else. I've yet to reblog it with my comments as I'm still taking it all in - trust me, there's not been a day this week I've not thought of this series.

First and 10 by @something-tofightfor This was actually a re-read and I was surprised to find I hadn't shared it already. We've had @ladamedusoif with SNL's Mr. Ben, now I introduce you to @something-tofightfor's SNL Wing Pit Daniel. He has lived rent-free in my head since I read it and this one shot, I've lost count of how many times I've gone back to read it.

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

No list this week as I can't keep a lid on my TBR list as it exploded this week with my weird head space - which means a lot hopefully a long list of fanfics read next week! 💕✨

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@jomiddlemarch’s TLOU x Ted Lasso master list put together by @tessa-quayle When I first read TLOU crossover with Ted Lasso a couple months back I was a little dubious about how the two would work. But I’m telling you - it works. I also adore the relationship between Joel and Grace, so much so that reading their back and forth it’s easy to forget she’s an OC. Everything @jomiddlemarch does with her OC is what I strive to achieve with my own - a flawless submission into an established world.

Dave York Hip Bounce Honestly? Do I really need to explain this one?

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

@gnpwdrnwhiskey informing me that there is A HIPPO EMOJI!!! 🦛 <— look at it!

Finding out You can “rewind” gifs (I refer you back to the Dave York hip bounce post)

Justified (TV Show) - even though I'm not entirely sure what is going on at any given time (I watch while I work), I'm now on season two and Raylan is still shooting an alarming amount of people and I'm shocked by the lack of presence of internal affairs. Also, resisting the urge to talk with a Southern accent, much like the week I spent singing everything I spoke in a cockney accent after watching Sweeny Todd…

This Week’s Song…

This song has eaten up and spat me out since I heard it a couple weeks ago. I’ve not gone a day without playing it on repeat and each time my little brain is blown like it’s the first time.

Hope everyone has a great Sunday and here's to a better week!

Feel free to share your weeks in review, detailed or not, and tag me in it if you do! 💕 xx

Other week in reviews I think you should check out...

@rhoorl's week in review

#betty's sunday in review #still haven't thought of a better name #so this is it #Spotify

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 8 months

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🗡️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Five

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Clumsy Raw Blow Job Scene, RAW.

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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“Is it really that unusual?” You questioned while you slowly walked back to your hotel with Mihawk by your side. You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up walking back with him as company but he had mentioned something about the pirates wanting retribution for you stabbing one of their men. Well, no one had attacked you but you sure had some angry men glaring at you as you ignorantly walked away from the tavern lost in your own thoughts.

“Yes,” Mihawk replied, eyeing your scrunched face. He’d notice that you did that when you were thinking hard about something or confused. There were a great many nuances he’d noticed while sitting in your presence, like the way you controlled your facial expressions but not the emotions within your eyes. Or how your eyes sparkled like polished amethyst when you began talking animatedly about an experience you had. Such an unusual woman. Event the most menial of life events seemed to be incredible to you. To live.

“Hmm, but— surely there are others like me who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing things like going to a market, or picking out your first blade, or even being on a boat.”

“I fear that you are an enigma, Vee,” Mihawk said, further eyeing your confused face. “And I think I would like solve you.”

“How do you do that when not even I can figure that out?” You questioned, toeing a rock out of your way.

“I have my ways,” You snorted at his words and tone, he was so sure of himself. You actually kind of liked that.

“Tell me when you figure me out, then.” You stated wryly before smirking. “I’d sure like to know why I’ve never been kissed before.” A small giggle poured from your lips and you snuck him a glance. “Of course you’re welcome to change that if you wish, but I digress…”

You continued walking as Mihawk came to a standstill, shocked by your candid words. Did you reallynot know who he was?? You’d been offhandedly flirting with him in such a teasing manner since he’d bought you that glass of wine so clearly you had no idea he was a Warlord or a pirate. You weren’t bothered by the massive sword on his back and you’d already called his eyes beautiful. Enigma indeed. There was an air of innocence caused by your lack of life experiences, but behind your violet eyes was a sophisticated well read woman that knew exactly what she was doing. An incredible combination that piqued Mihawk’s attention in more ways than one.

You had made it only a few paces forwards by the time Mihawk started walking once more. His long legs carried his tall frame to you in seconds and with nothing but a light touch upon your wrist he had you spinning around and pressed up against the wall of a nearby building. Your breath caught in your throat when his face was in yours, your noses touching and the rim of his hat sheltering both your faces from the light of the moon. For a moment you wondered if your words had bothered him. So you parted your lips to tell him that he wasn’t inclined to just because you had said so, but the man had already made up his mind.

Taking your chin in hand, Mihawk pulled it up just enough so that your lips brushed and proceeded to swallow the words you were about to speak. You were caught off guard the moment lips met yours and didn’t know what to do, but that didn’t matter because Mihawk was more than happy to be the one in charge. He expected it to be that way. Pushing his lips against yours, Mihawk urged your lips apart further and swept into your mouth with a seductive tongue. You flushed with a tremble, one hand grappling the wall of the building while the other twitched in his grasp.

Your lips were kissed with the gentleness of the sun just barely touching the horizon of a new day, and tongue drawn into a swirling dance. The surprise within you waned and for a few precious moments you found yourself clumsily kissing back. But those precious seconds were all that you had to experience that gentle kiss for the Warlord was soon turning possessive with your lips, ravaging them with a hunger that you couldn’t quite place but were more than welcome to sate.

There was a sting in your bottom lip and your lips parted wider as you softly moaned. Mihawk nipped at your lip again, finding the noise you made sweet and beautiful, and welcoming more from his lips and tongue. He kissed you deeper now, ensuring to imprint the memory of having one of your firsts. Not just anyone could’ve that honor. Mihawk had every intention of pirating a kiss from your lips that you would never forget.

At this rate you wouldn’t be able to get it out of your mind for weeks.

You’d had the misfortune of wandering into a red light district early on in your travels, so you had seen many explicit things that had made your cheeks flush with embarrassment then. Luckily a few sex workers had hustled your naive person off the streets and into their personal living quarters to ensure that you wouldn’t be taken advantage of. You’d gotten the lecture of the birds and the bees, and had witnessed many sexual actions on accident. But not a kiss like this.

With possession build upon a gentleness that made you truly enjoy kissing someone for the first time. You certainly liked the heat you could keep from his body and especially enjoyed the way his neatly trimmed facial hair scraped your cheeks. Even the grasp upon your wrist was migrating to your palm, pressing into your flesh and pulling your body further against Mihawk’s. You sighed against his warm lips and your eyelashes fluttered. To kiss someone was really quite nice. You were beginning to feel lightheaded and your chest was hurting when your lips finally broke apart.

You stared at Mihawk with wide eyed and labored breaths for several seconds, reveling in his beautiful yellow gaze. How could it be that the intimacy you’d gone your entire life not knowing its comforting and bedeviled touch, was something so sweet and warming you felt like you would wither without?

“Well that’s one unknown down,” You murmured to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching slightly. Mihawk’s own rose at your comment. “Thank you, that is a curiosity that I no longer have to wonder about.”

“I think I am beginning to think you are not nearly as complex as you think yourself to be,” Mihawk spoke, observing your flushed face and swelled lips. Ah to taste them whenever he wished so would be a dream. You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes.

“I am not that simple,” You argued back, nose scrunching. “And I doubt that you can figure me out just by kissing me. It’s a technicality, that doesn’t count as there are many other things my body hasn’t experienced before. You can’t solve a puzzle with only one piece,” You boldly stated before slipping free from his grasp and continuing your way to your hotel room. It wasn’t far, perhaps a few more doors down. A thought popped into your head. “Of course you’re also welcome to change that,” You called with a laugh, digging the hotel key out of your pocket. You had the door to your room halfway open when you got your answer.

Mihawk, tempted by your complete and utter mysteriousness and intrigue, hadn’t taken long to consider your words. He’d already indulged himself in your lips, why not the rest of you? He was a possessive man and liked the idea of having yet another one of your firsts. So following in your footsteps, he easily caught up to you and placed it hand upon your waist. In one smooth push he had you spinning around while stepping into your hotel room and shutting the door behind him. When your world stopped moving, your back was pressed the door. Mihawk was standing in front of you, eyes staring intently into yours.

“Very well little one,” The seductive drawl of the man made a shiver run up your spine and in the back of your mind, a flickering thought resonated: perhaps you had finally gotten yourself into something you might not be able to handle.

Mihawk had gotten you down onto your knees, looking up at him with the most innocent yet devilish eyes he’d ever seen. How could one so untouched look as impish as you? He desired that innocence and planned on ruining it with his own twisted pleasure. He was a decidedly selfish man that liked to live his life the way he saw fit and dining upon such untouched flesh would be an absolute delicacy. But first he wanted to see what that mouth of yours could do for after he had partaken in your lips, they were swelled and further inviting.

Your fingers traced the dip along his pants as you admired the tone of his muscles. Clearly he spent a great time tending to his physical condition. A lingering thought of wanting to trace each line with your finger overtook your conscious. Would the rest of his body look just as refined and cared for? Long fingers lifted your gaze to that of Mihawk, who had his eyebrow raised.

“Distracted already, little bird?” Your cheeks warmed and your lashes fluttered.

“You have very nice muscles,” You blurted out. “And since when am I not allowed to appreciate that?”Amusement flickered through Mihawk’s eyes.

“Since I gave you an order,” The look on his face made a shiver run down your spine, but not a bad one. Your fingers deftly unraveled the belt buckle at his waist and when your fingers brushed finely trimmed hair your body finally caught up to the situation you were in. Heat boiled beneath your skin as Mihawk dragged his fingers along your cheek, ultimately sliding them into your hair. “Your mouth is sharp and quick witted, let’s see if it has any other uses. Pleasure me with it.”

You obediently did as he asked, your fingers pulled his pants down until fingertips brushed neatly trimmed hair. You didn’t pause nor did your eyes stray from his as you stroked warm taut skin. In all honesty, you might have stumbled upon intimate actions on Gliss Island, but you still felt naive and unsure of your actions. That, however, didn’t stop you from lowering your gaze to Mihawk’s cock and gently taking it in hand. You copied the actions of the woman and men you’d seen doing (because you’d been skirted off to a private room by some very concerned sex workers) and felt the fingers in your hair curl.

It was apparent that he was waiting for your mouth, but your hand was soft and touch silken light… and you were clearly fascinated by what your own actions caused. Mihawk drew his thumb along the curve of your jaw while you continued to stroke him, marveling at how his cock reacted to your simple touch. It was rather addicting to have such control. On impulse you leaned down and pressed your lips against the side of the head. A soft sigh departed Mihawk’s lips from the beautiful warmth of your lips and bunched more of your hair within his grasp.

Your lips tantalized the swordsman, running up and down his length with the occasional dart of tongue. You may be inexperienced in many a thing, but you were a rather quick learner with a devilish tongue. Clumsy your tongue may be, but its touch and heat was more than enough to give Mihawk the pleasure he sought. Then you parted your lips and tentatively bobbed your mouth over the tip. This time a beautiful moan slipped passed the man’s lips and you found that you liked that sound very much. So the next time you pushed your head down further, trying to relax your throat from Mihawk’s impressive girth.

“It seems you are a woman of many talents little bird,” Mihawk drew out, fingers clenching around midnight strands and tugging them. The sounds coming from your mouth made your cheeks flush, for it sounded lewd and rather wet. But you didn’t even have the time to take in that when on the next bomb of your head he pushed your head down until you fully took him down your throat. You choked and gagged, your free hand landing on Mihawk’s thigh when your eyes watered. For a moment you thought to pull back and glare, but the sweet and deep moan that graced your ears was hypnotizing.

Well, you did glance up but not to glare. The moment your amethyst eyes caught sight of the exquisite look upon his face. Mihawk’s pretty eyes were gone from view, but his head was tilted back in and the picture of ecstasy was painted ever so beautifully across his features. Pleasure was a stunning experience you were definitely adding to your collection of firsts. Sucking a little harder, the grip on your hair became painful and his hips began bucking up, pushing his cock to the back of your throat every time your head bobbed.

Your mouth was an intense warmth and source of pleasure that toppled Mihawk over the cusp of organ and it washed through his body in an electric twist. A surge of heat flooded your own throat and you almost choked on it as his seed poured down your throat. Not knowing what else to do, you swallowed, feeling that burn carry over to your belly and remain. You were more than just lightheaded now, now your body throbbed in need and you tumbled backwards.

Falling back onto your rump, Mihawk’s cock slipped from your lips and you heaved in heavy breaths. Your face was flushed and blistered with heat. Your eyes were round and shimmering. And your mind was spinning in circles like a hurricane. Pleasure was so delicious to give. But what did it feel like to receive? Mihawk’s own glimmering gaze was fixated on you with such intensity that you knew you wouldn’t not be leaving this room without finding out. You were an innocent indulgence that he was going to have all to himself for the night, and that pleased him greatly.

Date Published: 10/21/23

Last Edit: 10/21/23

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CFWC Writer of the Month: GenevieveMD

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @genevievemd! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: genevievemd Blog Masterlist

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Sara

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

I honestly don’t remember, probably back in like 2017, 2018. I was playing it with the oldest of the kids I nannied at the time and also by myself cause I enjoyed it. We did it like a little book club together. It was also back when the app was not as spicy lol. We played America’s Most Eligible together, but my first book was Rules of Engagement.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the fandom officially back in October of 2020, I had lost interest in the app and then found it again during the pandemic. I finished book one of Open Heart and got sucked in. I fell in love with the characters and then rushed to finish what was out of Book 2 at the time (chapter 8). And then I lucked on Tumblr for a bit, stalked @jamespotterthefirst (lol), and then after chapter 17, I joined for real and wrote my first fic. And I’ve been here ever since.

3- How did you pick your url name?

It’s my MC’s name, and what I imagined her instagram/social media handle would be.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog.

OMG, my first legit post was actually me reblogging a post I made on my real blog about Open Heart. I was asking people what we thought Ethan called MC as a pet name for the fic I was writing.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Oh man, way too freakin long. At least 15 years was totes part of the fanfiction.net phase of the internet. I used to write for a couple of shows I was into, but I didn’t get super into writing fanfiction until the show Once Upon a Time. And then I wrote all the time for my favorite ship, Captain Swan. They’re all still up on my main blog.

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

I’ve actually only written for one, Open Heart. I’ve never had the desire or inspiration for any other book. Even though I’ve played a bunch of books.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

Do I have to? Lol A Love Like This

It was called A Love Like This, and I hate it. I think mostly because I didn’t have a true voice for Genevieve or my interpretation of Ethan. I contemplate deleting it from my masterlist all the time, but it was part of my journey in the OPH/Choices fandom and paved the way to finding my MC’s voice and my own writing style. So I keep it.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

So many lol But I think my all-time favorite would be my series The Year Between. Does that count? It was the first major series I’ve ever written… ever and it tackled so many things about my characters. My second fav is Breathe Through – it was a very personal piece and means a lot to me.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?

Oh totally. My first ever smut fic, Something About You. I was not expecting people to be as into it as much as they were. I was pleasantly surprised because our fandom has so many amazing smut writers, and I don’t compare at all.

As for one I think needs more love? I honestly can’t decide. For as long as I’ve been in this fandom, every fic I’ve posted has been met with so much love and support I can’t think of any that I wish had gotten more. (Maybe my second smut fic, Sunset Glow, only cause I think it got lost in the Smutober chaos, lol)

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angsty Fluff. Best of both worlds. It also gives you more options with like fic topics. I like for my fictional worlds to feel a little more real, so people can relate more and I think angsty fluff allows for that. You can have the struggle and sadness but with a happy ending.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

LMAO Yes. Genevieve is me but smarter. Most of her traits are my own, including her anxiety and I’ve always used writing her a comfort, a way to express myself in a way that’s healing. If that makes any sense. She’s like the version of me I’d want to be one day. Just not a doctor cause I can’t handle other peoples bodily fluids. Lol

My OC, Natalie Michaels has a bit of me in her too, but not as much as Genevieve.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I call it the in between bits, the descriptive parts between dialogue. I think that has to do with my schooling background. I went to college for film and television and did a lot of screen writing for my classes and so dialogue has always come so easy to me. I envision fics like scenes from an episode or movie, so getting the in between parts of fics can be challenging for me.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

So many. The epilogue to The Year Between, a valentines day fic, the rest of the Absence Makes the Heart… series. I hope to get back to them one day, but I’ve learned that I can’t force my brain to write because I never like my work when I do. When I’ll wait until the inspiration for them returns, and then I’ll finish them.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Yes. I’m so proud of the world I created from Open Heart and if someone wanted to read them I’d let them. I’d just give them the link to the masterlist for Open Heart: Sara’s Version and say, “Start from the top” lol

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

IRL writers? No. I don’t read a lot outside of fanfiction which is horrible lol, but in the random, there are a few. Bree @jamespotterthefirst is a huge inspiration for me. She was one of if not the first people I read when I joined, and I’m just in awe of her work. Everything she writes is amazing and brings me so much joy. Others are @jerzwriter and @potionsprefect, and some who aren’t in the fandom anymore.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

All of my universe, aka Open Heart: Sara’s Version. As I said earlier, I write like I’m writing a tv show lol So I wanna see my version of Open Heart as a show.

17- Do you write original stories?

I don’t but I think about turning OPH: SV into an original series.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I love playing video games. I’m not good, but I enjoy it. I’m super lame and don’t have many hobbies outside of writing and video games… I should get some lmao

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

The double pink heart

#cfwc writer of the month #open heart #genevievemd #choices fic writers creations #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #writer of the month #genevieve mcclure

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#fic recs – Goncharov (1973) [English] [No Crossovers] [SFW] [>1k words]

My personal top 5 recs for Goncharov (1973) fics currently on AO3. Click a moodboard to read just based on vibes. Or if you’re picky, full reviews & tags are below. (But you won't regret reading any of these.)

1 : A Brief Pause by QueenRiza [ot3]

2 : we, so like birds on broken wings (come to warn the sun of thieves) by IdentityConstellations [Katya-centric]

3 : what started as a fever by waterandsilver [Sofia-centric]

4 : Coffee O’Clock by Erisah_Mae [Coffee Shop AU]

5 : I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by jriracha [Modern AU] [ot4]

(+1) : Real Power by Mortalmab [Ice Pick Joe]

Preface

The great thing about Goncharov (1973) fics is that you barely even need to be familiar with the source material to enjoy them and understand what's going on. The film was rediscovered only about a week ago, and the fans have taken to it with an enthusiasm that borders on the deranged and alarming. At the time of posting (26-11-2022) there are over 580 fics on the Archive—when I started this two days ago, there were about 100 fewer.

I've now read well over a hundred fics in this fandom and I've gotta say there are some incredible bangers. The 2022 revival of Goncharov (1973) has clearly sparked a ton of creativity—I lost count of how many author’s notes I saw from people who hadn’t written in years or were posting for the first time. I added at least 20 titles to my list of faves before (agonizingly) needing to narrow it down.

Overall, fics for Goncharov (1973) are more aesthetic and character-driven than plot-focused, so they’re a pleasure to read if you're in a literary mood. I had a ton of fun putting together my moodboards because these stories are all so decadently evocative. And we love tropes in this fandom, so if you're a bit of a film nerd, you might recognize a few motifs from the movie!

Lastly, shoutout to @clockworkspider’s recent post on fic recs in fandom for inspiring me to do this.

These 5 (+1) fics range from 1k–6k words and are non-explicit, but may include canon-typical violence.

1 : A Brief Pause by QueenRiza [ot3] [character study] [canon-compliant] [Katya] [Andrey]

A Brief Pause just squeaked past my 1k word cutoff for this list, but its 1,034 words are absolutely packed with insinuation and exhilarating sexual tension. Reading this felt like biting into a chocolate truffle—so rich and luxurious you only need a little.

This fic is a true OT3 among Goncharov, Katya, and Andrey, and you get a strong sense of the link between each of them. It’s a vignette centred on an exchange between Katya and Andrey, set after the boat scene. Since it’s canon-compliant, don’t expect a happy ending—still, it left me feeling electrified (and honestly, a little hot under the collar). I’m personally obsessed with this OT3 so this one gets top billing from me, though each fic on this list is top-tier in its niche.

CW: [canon-typical violence]

2 : we, so like birds on broken wings (come to warn the sun of thieves) by IdentityConstellations [Katya-centric] [Goncharov/Katya] [canon-compliant] [character study]

A multi-chapter Katya character study? Yes, please! we, so like birds on broken wings follows Katya's perspective on her marriage to Goncharov starting from pre-canon. Its imagery is vivid and striking, and it paints Katya in a softer light than we see in the film.

Although the focus of the story is Katya and Goncharov's relationship, we also get tastes of Goncharov/Andrey and Andrey/Katya, and a whisper of Katya/Sofia. It’s character-focused, introspective, and poignant, offering the reader glimpses of emotion as the plot advances inexorably in the background. It's beautiful in a tragic way—much like Katya herself.

CW: [canon-typical violence] [period-typical sexism] [non-graphic implied murder] [implied infidelity]

3 : what started as a fever by waterandsilver [Sofia-centric] [Goncharov/Katya] [Katya/Sofia]

I never knew how much I needed a fic about grungy 70s lesbian mobsters until I read what started as a fever. A very slight AU that imagines how the story might have gone if Sofia were a member of Goncharov’s crew. To wit: quite differently and yet much the same.

Perhaps some things are inevitable even if you are an incredibly cool, hot, and buff lesbian working for the mob in grungy 1970s Naples and pining for a married bisexual woman. Sofia makes the best of it, and this fic gives a visceral rendition of her side of the story.

CW: [canon-typical violence] [infidelity] [betrayal] [non-explicit mentions of past sex] [lavender marriage]

4 : Coffee O’Clock by Erisah_Mae [Coffee Shop AU] [Goncharov/Katya] [Katya/Sofia]

No fandom is complete without a coffee shop AU, and thankfully Coffee O’Clock has us covered. It might also be considered a “for want of a nail” fic—Katya runs a coffee shop in Naples blissfully unaware that it’s a front for the mob, and Goncharov doesn’t have the heart to tell her.

It features a guest appearance by fan fave Ice Pick Joe and plenty of Italian coffee drink snobbery. It’s a little less serious and evocative than most stories for Goncharov (1973) aim for, but overall it’s an utterly charming read with no bad vibes.

CW: [none]

5 : I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by jriracha [Modern AU] [ot4] [Goncharov/Andrey] [Katya/Sofia] [Goncharov/Katya] [fluff]

I admit this fandom has a tendency toward very aesthetic angst, and I’m personally guilty of indulgence in the same, but sometimes all you want is a fic where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm is that fic for Goncharov (1973).

This story is cotton candy fluff, where our four faves play board games and kiss in their cozy apartment. In this AU, there’s no mafia, no betrayal, and lots of love. You will be happy you read this.

CW: [none]

+1 : Real Power by Mortalmab [Ice Pick Joe] [Katya] [strong female character] [no relationships]

It’s simply not possible to put together a list of 5 things in fandom without adding a +1, and Real Power certainly deserves a mention. There are no ships. The main character is Ice Pick Joe.

Ice Pick Joe, a slightly-above-goon-tier mobster, meets Katya and gets a free lesson on power. She doesn’t use an ice pick.

CW: [canon-typical violence] [illness] [asphyxiation] [non-graphic past murder]

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do you have advices on planning/outlining a first draft ? like, when you have some ideas, a few scenes already written, but nothing coherent yet and you don’t even know in what order things will be. i just don’t know how to make the mess in my brain into an actual story.

also if you’re still sick i wish you a quick recovery, i hope you’re okay !

I struggle a lot with this!! I never know what to put in an outline because I get paralyzed by the fear that if I took the story another direction, it would be better. So, I need to say that this is one of the biggest demons I face, but here is what I do to try and sort out my brain and the story:

First, I dump the idea and the scenes I have (if I’ve already sketched them out, I just make a note of them, so that this doc is skimmable) into a doc. Then, I open a new doc and this is gonna be the outlining one. I organize some things in my head: 1. Every story has the pitch/hook (ABM’s, for ex, is “queer fall of satan”), and sometimes I frame it as a question (“what if satan was gay and that lead to his downfall?”), 2. the primary character(s) development — I’m a more character-focused guy so I ask myself where I want to see the main character emotionally by the end of the book (to use an example from one of my WIPs — I have a character who is untouchable at the beginning, but I want him dead and crazed and disillusioned by the end), and 3. the setting.

I struggle with the first chapter always, but I remind myself that an outline can be re-done and fixed, so I come up with something that would hook me personally (I try to put myself in the readers shoes), and then with the idea of this character, I start following the thread of the hook/pitch. For example, my WIP untouchable main character; I begin with him at the top of the world, then I make something happen that makes him step into the hook, and then I “action-consequence” walk with the protagonist up a mountain of mounting problems. I take cues from the dump of ideas I had, and I also brainstorm as I outline. If I saw I’m walking with my character toward a mountain, then I think a good idea could be to have him get lost (see how setting is important too!). I think knowing what character relationships you want to push also helps you decide to “walk” your character toward situations that will develop their feelings toward certain people.

It helps to have an idea of your final word count to gauge how many scenes in the entire draft you’re going to want to have. If you find yourself having walked with your character 5000 chapters, then maybe stop and look at what events in the draft are the least interesting to cut them entirely.

Another thing – sometimes you have a good idea where the scenes you’ve sketched out should be in the story. I usually come up with climax scenes first, so use your scene ideas for guidance. Play around with them — maybe you have this big fight scene in your head that would fit a climax but maybe consider putting it toward the front.

Lastly, remember that you can rewrite an outline as many times as you want; the first might be terrible but it’ll help you try and figure out a story for the scenes and idea in your head. I hope this is helpful!!! Im definitely not an expert!! I hope you find whats best for you and good luck with writing ! (And thank you for the well wishes :’) <3 )

#mine #ask #writing #once again i hope im coherent

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Bluebell | Chapter 13

Author's note: And after Christmas, we are back to our usual schedule! Thank you very much for reading my imagines and for all the likes and reblogs, especially on the one with Mason! Something related to it may be in the works... 👀

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"You are coming. End of the story."

"Lindsey, I thought I was your boss."

"At Daisy's, yes. But when it comes to socializing, I am in charge. And I already rented the costumes, so" she shrugs.

This year the town is throwing a New Year's Eve party for "the younger folk" on the high school's gym, and it is a costumes party. The buzz around town for the past week has been crazy, everyone talking about what they are going to wear so no one repeats an outfit.

"Please tell me they are nice costumes. Nothing like sexy nurse or something like that."

"Nah, I keep those for Halloween. Though these ones are kind of sexy, because we are wearing a corset that will put our boobs on our throats."

"We are supposed to make it to the new year, not die before it even starts" I chuckle.

"We'll be fine. Trust me" Lindsey says with a wink.

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"You look so hot."

"And any minute now, purple. Did you really need to make it so tight?" I say, trying to move the corset so I can breath a bit better.

"It'll start to get loose, you'll see."

"Wow, girls. Wow."

"Hi, Dec."

"You both look stunning!"

"We or our boobs? Because you can't stop looking at them" Lindsey says.

"Both? Or should I say... The four of you? No, wait, six. Math isn't my thing."

"What are you dressed as?" I ask him before Lindsey hits him.

"Real Madrid David Beckham" he says, showing us the back of his shirt.

"Oh, so that's why you are wearing that horrible wig."

"It's not that bad" he says, touching it. "I may let my hair grow like this."

"No! Don't you dare do that to your hair" I say. "You know I am its biggest fan."

"I won't touch it, your majesty" he says with a bow.

"Oh, wow" Ben says behind him. Ben, and Mason.

"What are you two dressed as?" Lindsey asks them, trying not to laugh.

"I've forgotten, I'm too distracted" Ben says, his eyes focused on the same place where Declan's were.

"He is Manchester United Beckham, and I am England National Team Beckham" Mason says. He only has eyes for me, though they are going from head to toe and back again, making me feel goosebumps everywhere.

"Interesting idea" Lindsey says.

"What about you?" Ben asks us.

"Can't you tell, bro? They are Marie Antoinette and Anne Boleyn!" Declan says, pointing first at Lindsey and then at me.

"Oh..." Ben says.

"Really, Benjamin? Declan knows who we are, and you don't?" I say.

"You are... Queens, right?"

"Queens who lost their heads" Lindsey points out.

"You look beautiful" Mason says, still looking just at me.

"Thank you" I reply.

"Anyway, why don't we go find us some drinks, uh? What do their majesties want?" Ben asks.

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"Come, let's dance" Mason says, grabbing my good hand.

"Just don't spin me like crazy like you always do, ok? I don't want to end the year feeling all dizzy."

"I'll try not to" he says with a cheeky smile.

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"Mason! No spinning!" I say again, laughing. I've lost count of how many times I've told him to stop.

"But look at the way your dress moves!"

"Yeah, the same way the contents of my stomach are moving."

"Always complaining" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him while I put my arms around his neck. We are on the same position we were when we first kissed, that same electricity going through us. "Can I ask you something, your majesty?"

"I like how your majesty sounds. It's a lot better than Miss Daisy."

"Nah... It doesn't feel the same. But can I ask you something or not?"

"Go ahead."

"Can I be your last kiss of the year?"

"Yes" I say, speaking before thinking, and completely ignoring the fact that we are surrounded by people and that anyone could see us.

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"Girl, finally! Where were you?"

"I was with... Rúben, hi."

"Your majesty" he says, doing a big bow.

"Didn't you get the memo that this was a costumes party?"

"What?" he asks with a confused look.

"You are wearing a suit. You wear a suit almost every day."

"That's what I told him too" Lindsey says.

"This is not a suit, it's a tuxedo. I'm James Bond."

"Oh..." I say, trying not to laugh.

"Don't I look good?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"You always look good, Rúben."

"That's what I thought" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Anyway," Lindsey says "should we get ourselves some champagne before the countdown starts? Or Mr. Bond prefers a Martini?"

"Champagne will be fine, thank you" he replies.

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"Three... Two... One... Happy new year!"

"Happy new year, boss!" Lindsey screams while hugging me and kissing me on both cheeks.

"Happy new year!" I scream back.

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"I thought she would never leave" Rúben says once Lindsey has gone to talk with some friends.

"Rude" I laugh.

"I just wanted to properly wish you a happy new year with no one bothering us. So happy new year."

"Happy new year, Rúben."

"You have lipstick on your face, I just noticed" he chuckles.

"What?" I say, touching it.

"Let me" he says, licking his thumb and cleaning my face while holding it with the other hand. It's like the first time we kissed, though with lipstick instead of marmalade. And I'm feeling the same, the same warmth going through my body while I pray for my knees to not give up. "Done."

"Really?"

"Really. But can I ask you something?" he says, still holding my face.

"Ok" I whisper.

"Can I be your first kiss of the year?"

I just nod, my ability to speak completely gone.

"You need to talk to me, moving your head isn't enough" he says with a smirk.

"Yes. You can."

"Good girl" he says before leaning forward and kissing me.

#mason mount #ruben dias #mason mount fanfic #ruben dias fanfic #mason mount x reader #ruben dias x reader #mason mount imagine #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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Fugue Update - 16 - Play the Cards

Pairing: mShenko

Rating: M

Tags: Angst, Grief, Major (Canonical) Character Death

Summary: Alchera, and the two-year gap.

Chapter Summary: In which Kaidan makes a choice, and really hates the Hammerhead.

Many, many thanks to @pigeontheoneandonly and @urrone for betaing this beast of a chapter!

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08 February 2185, Arcturus Stream, Arcturus, Arcturus Station

The hour and a half debrief Kaidan has to sit through on the M-44 Hammerhead is almost enough to convince him to resign his commission right then and there. But now that he’s getting a good look at the R&D behind it, the hell the prototype has put him through for the last month is starting to make a lot more sense.

The Alliance R&D lieutenant in charge of the project has never been in the field. It’s being funded by Cord-Hislop Aerospace, who developed the airframe and propulsion system but has never designed an infantry vehicle and are now scrambling to answer the question of how to stop the overcomplicated hover technology from freezing at -53C, which, coincidentally, was the temperature on Lattesh where Kaidan was testing it.

Kaidan raises his hand when he can’t take it anymore. He’s in a room with five admirals, one of them Admiral Hackett, two senior VPs from CHA flanked by someone with ‘chief engineer’ in their title and an entourage that Kaidan hasn’t bothered to count. On the other end of the table is the Hahne-Kedar senior VP and the project lead. Those two are the ones Kaidan can blame for the damn weapons system.

If Kaidan is the first person with boots-on-the-ground experience they’ve talked to, he’s going to eat his datapad.

“Commander?” the lieutenant, Olasz, Kaidan thinks his name is, asks, almost flustered. Apparently it wasn’t question time yet.

“I’m sorry,” Kaidan says, trying to suppress his exasperated sigh. He’s not even sure how much he’s expected to speak up in this meeting, but hell, if he doesn’t, he’ll owe an apology to every marine in the damn service. “I have to ask. Why are we so dead set on rocket jets for an infantry vehicle?”

Olasz stares at him, then back at the notes for his presentation.

Uh oh, Kaidan thinks. Went off script.

“Because it can reach 120 kph,” he replies after a momentary panic, repeating exactly what he’d said ten minutes ago. Or an hour ago. Kaidan’s lost track. “Over rough terrain, water.”

“I don’t see how that’s an advantage,” Kaidan says, and this time the sigh sneaks through. Across from him, Hackett’s chair creaks as he rests his elbows on the conference room table and steeples his fingertips.

“Would you mind elaborating, Commander?” he asks in a gruff voice. There’s a glint in his eye, like Kaidan just handed him an opening he’d been waiting for.

“It’s adding complication where we don’t need it,” Kaidan replies. “Or want it. Those jets are hell to maintain in the field. The fuel lines kept freezing on Lattesh to the point we almost had to abandon our mission. I’ve personally experienced the M35-Mako handling temperatures eighty degrees colder than that. We nearly got blown into a lava field on Zeona because we couldn’t stabilize it against the wind. The dust on Corang grounded us when it got sucked into the inlet. These are all problems you don’t have with tires.”

“But the efficiency—”

“It’s not efficient,” Kaidan snaps. A smirk lurks behind Hackett’s fingertips. “The design sacrifices an entire weapons system for an inferior one.”

This time one of the duo from Hahne-Kedar tries to speak up – undoubtedly in defense of the damn rockets that Aslany had to deal with when the geth colossus was almost on top of them on Corang – but Kaidan shuts her down.

“The M35-Mako has a mass accelerator cannon and a machine turret, both of which operate off the same ammo block. It’s easy to maintain, ammo is nearly infinite, and a rail gun is going to save the day almost every time. This thing has rockets. We give up infantry space to store a finite supply of them, and when they run out, we’re screwed. And then there’s the fuel. The Mako runs on a hydrogen-oxygen fuel cell. The Hammerhead runs on actual rocket fuel. Not only does that burn all the weight allowance the eezo generator gives us, but it’s very flammable cargo. Which brings me to the armor plating.”

One of the admirals, Mikhailovich, raises a hand. “Thank you, Commander. That’s very enlightening.”

I can’t believe I’m arguing in favor of the damn Mako, Kaidan thinks to himself.

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black cat part five

word count: 2.3k

pairing: reader x eddie

warnings before every chapter: 18+, steve and robin, mutual pining, enemies to crushes, obsessive behavior, violence, inexperienced reader, cheating, fighting, drinking, parties, blood, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, oversharing, flirting, fluff, angst, swearing, and other things i’m sure i’ve missed.

a/n: here’s part five! as always it wont make much sense if you don’t read the first parts. i would love to hear feedback and ideas about the next five chapters if anyone has any suggestions, im about halfway done with the next ones, and will be posting those next month. (it gets really smutty after this last chapter so seriously, no minors please!!!) this is proof read but i’m sure i’ve missed some things, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

part one // part two // part three // part four

the early hours of november 15th, 1985.

it was well past midnight now, the crowd of the party was almost absent. a few kids stood around in their cliques wondering where they would be crashing tonight. definitely not as steve’s place, he had enough on his hands with eddie and robin already staying over. he didn’t wanna wake up to strangers in his house when he woke up with a hangover. the small talk robin had started to form into a huge conversation between the three of you. losing track of time was easy around eddie, steve, and robin. you wondered if they had other friends, or if it was just the three of them all the time. you liked them and their friendly bubble. they seemed really close. steve continued the conversation,

“yeah, eddie was telling us about you. he was upset about the situation earlier, but the guy has tough skin. nothing really bothers him. it’s hard to piss him off.” steve boasted.

robin nodded in agreement. eddie was tough, but he wasn’t mean, not to people who didn’t deserve it, and he hardly snapped. earlier today at school he was bitter but he had reason to be. you were wrapped up with the jocks, preps, and student council. you had quickly become everyone's favorite student. so many people wanted to get to know you and you had only been back home for a week. except eddie, he didn’t want anything from you or your social status. he only wanted to help the pretty girl struggling with her locker at the end of the hall. your mind continued to wander while steve and robin talked with each other. their conversation slowly faded away into white noise. lost in thought, you thought about how eddie had approached you giving you a helping hand, and realized how much it met to you for him pulling your boyfriend away from you when you couldn’t stand the pda you were being subjected to. he did that out of the kindness of his heart, and you had been really harsh. and after all of that, he still had the courage to apologize to you. your cheeks warmed. you thought back to how gentle he was with you outside in the backyard. he let you invade his personal space, but most importantly he was himself. you hoped that the conversation you both just shared helped with mending a bridge between you both, even if he had forgotten it in the morning.

you hoped he wouldn’t.

it was reassuring to hear from robin and steve that the eddie you had spoken to moments ago wasn’t putting on a facade to you. you couldn’t help but wonder if he was always flirting with people, and before you could stop the words from escaping your throat you spoke,

“is he always a flirt?” you asked.

“who? eddie?” robin giggled.

“i mean.. sure, but depends who he’s speaking with. if he’s really laying it on heavy he either wants something, or he’s got it bad…” steve said while sipping his drink.

robin gave steve a knowing glance.

“he almost kissed me you know..” you confessed.

steve looked at you with wide eyes. you frowned.

steve spoke to cheer you up, “oh c’mon, can’t blame the guy when you’re dating that asshole jock, he’s treading on thin ice.” steve assured it wasn’t your fault.

robin nodded.

you took steve’s words to heart. you questioned if it would’ve gone different if you weren’t dating anyone. you didn’t seem like eddie’s type but in some sick, and twisted way he was yours. he was all you could think about. a twang of rejection hit your chest. the insecurity of steve’s statement earlier of eddie just wanting something burned. was eddie just really drunk? he could’ve just been blinded with lust. maybe you were just blinded by lust.

“i think i really like him.” you whispered.

then the three of you heard yelling coming from upstairs.

the whole house got quiet. steve’s heart dropped. there was a loud thud that shook the walls upstairs. then a muffled yell. steve’s body tensed, he felt almost frozen. there was another jumble of swear words you three could almost hear. steve turned his body, it was eddie that yelled. he knew that voice. he jumped up from his relaxed position he once held. you and robin jumped from his sudden movement. steve was fast to come to the rescue. the sound of eddie screaming at the top of his lungs made him sober up pretty quick. steve knew eddie never held that tone with anyone. this had to be bad. his brain thought to all the bad scenarios he could walk in on while he was sprinting up the stairs. he thought eddie might’ve been getting jumped. he yelled back at you and robin when he was at the top of his stairs,

“stay downstairs!” he demanded.

steve cocked his head down the halls. the door to the same room eddie often stayed in was wide open. he rushed to the end of the hall. steve watched as a girl in a large shirt and pajama pants left the room with a terrified expression. steve let her pass and asked if she was okay before he rushed into the room to figure out what was going on. eddie was on top of some guy laying on the ground. his friend must’ve already got a few good hits on him because he wasn’t really moving or putting up much of a fight. steve watched him get up off of him, but eddie’s verbal punishment continued as he shout down at him,

“are you fucking serious! you greedy son of a bitch!” eddie spat. “you’re so selfish! you have the prettiest girl here! and you waste your chance with her on another bimbo?!” he cried.

“eddie! eddie! hey man!” steve tried calming him down, he pulled him back.

he pushed steve off of him. “no, steve, you don’t get it. i like her. we talked. she’s perfect, and this fucker thinks he can just walk all over her? i'm going to find her and i’m telling her what he did.”

“eddie! you can’t ed’s. look at you! you’d scare the girl!”

eddie’s words rang in steve’s ears. he wanted to tell eddie she liked him back, but he couldn’t. not yet. her boyfriend sat in the middle of the floor and he wasn’t going to share your confession in front of the two boys. steve didn’t see the benefit in him spilling the truth. he held his tongue and tried keeping a poker face.

eddie looked at his hands. eddie’s fingers dripped blood. it wasn’t much but it was noticeable. his knuckles were red and his demeanor was evil. steve needed to calm him down. his eyes started to water, he was so pissed off he could cry, but he never cried in front of anyone. only steve on a few occasions but he wouldn’t let this get to him. he told you he wasn’t going to help you again. he looked at steve with sad eyes. steve and eddie wanted to tell you so bad, but steve was right, eddie was in no shape to face you right now.

“listen.. she’s downstairs with robin. you’re gonna ruin her night if you tell her what happened. she’s gonna be headed home soon. it’s gonna be okay,” steve assured. “she’s gonna be okay.” steve paused. “you said you weren’t gonna deal with these guys anymore. leave it alone. it’s not your job to get involved, i don’t care how much you care for her. this is going to be bad for you.”

steve glanced at eddie’s fist after speaking, his knuckles were swollen now. a bit of fresh blood danced on the silver rings on his hands. when eddie looked back at steve he was embarrassed. he shouldn’t have just jumped on the poor guy like that, but his temper got the best of him. steve looked away from his best friend and at your soon to be ex boyfriend. the guy was only in a white shirt and boxers. he was still laying on the ground but he sat up on his elbows. he didn’t say anything. blood was all over his face and dripped onto his shirt. the collar was stretched out. eddie probably dragged him out of the bed before punching him in the face. his eyebrow was split and his eye was swollen. he would probably need stitches.

“got a good hit on him this time didn’t yah?” steve joked to cut the tension.

“sure did.” eddie answered.

the boys paused.

“please don’t tell her, okay? i don’t wanna hurt her.” your boyfriend whined.

“shut the fuck up!” eddie and steve yelled at him in unison.

“you have a lot of balls asking us not to tell her, buddy.” steve scoffed.

eddie continued his sentence, “we’re not going to tell her, you are. you are gonna tell her first thing tomorrow. you tell her everything. you understand? start to finish. if i find out you didn’t i'll come find you and beat the shit out of you.” eddie threatened.

“yeah, and i’ll help him” steve pointed at his chest with his thumb.

“as if that would matter” eddie joked.

steve scoffed at eddie before eddie started talking to your boyfriend again.

“i’m gonna lay it out for you. you’re gonna sit up here with me. steve’s gonna go downstairs and get her a ride home. she’s going to go home. get her beauty sleep, and tomorrow morning you’re going to go over to her place, tell her what happened, and break her heart.” he paused.

“and i hope you feel like a piece of shit the whole day. i doubt you will. but i pray to god you do.”

steve rushed downstairs after he heard eddie’s last words. he greeted you and robin. the crowd was cleared out, there were only a few strangers in the halls and on the couch. the commotion upstairs startled everyone. no one wanted to be caught up at steve’s house or be involved if there was fighting. usually fighting at house parties resulted in the cops being called. but you and robin stayed put. you remained quietly downstairs, trying to listen in on the loud muffled voices of the guys. you were both curious as to what happened. robin’s eyes grew wider as she saw steve’s full expression. steve gave her a look. she let out a sigh of relief.

“he’s fine.” steve said. “the guestroom is a fucking mess but it’s whatever. he’ll clean it up.”

“thank god.” robin sighed.

“who’s fine?” you questioned.

steve glanced at you, “hey! …you..!” steve paused.

“so!” he clapped his hands together, “eddie said you had to get home. like, right now. so how about we find you a ride?” steve nodded.

he introduced you to one of the guys on the basketball team. steve knew him because he played with lucas. he knew you would be safe with him. you three chatted for a bit before steve and robin sent you on your way. your house was only seven blocks from steve’s. you lived in the neighborhood over, but he and robin insisted that you didn’t walk because of how cold it was outside. you agreed without putting up much of a fight and said your goodbyes. as you walked towards the entryway you turned to steve.

“thanks for being so kind tonight, guys.” you addressed both of them. “and i know he’s probably asleep by now but could you maybe let eddie know that i wanted to tell him goodnight?” you asked.

steve scoffed, “yup! you’re right! he is totally out like a light!”

robin nudged steve in the ribs.

“but ill be sure to pass him the word in the morning. i promise.” he nodded.

soon after you left, steve and robin looked at each other in shock. they were shoving each other as they rushed back up the stairs. their eyes were wide, they crowded in the room to see if anything had changed. it hadn’t. eddie remained in the room pacing back and forth while the football captain sat in a pool of his own blood on the floor. robin rushed to eddie to give him a hug. the guy was having a tough day. when she pulled back she looked at his victim.

“woah. you totally busted his face in.” she laughed.

your boyfriend scoffed at her comment. robin stuck her tongue out at him.

“okay that’s enough from you big guy. your lucky eddie didn’t knock you out.” steve said while grabbing your boyfriend off of the floor. “but you don’t get to be mean to robin. that is where i draw the line. you have got to go.”

steve began walking him out of the door frame and down the hall. when he reached the stairs he carefully made his way down. it was late now, and though it was friday night he didn’t like staying up as late as he used to. he eased his way to the bottom and then opened his front door. steve forced him to leave his house and sit on the porch. he knew he’d get a ride home eventually, and he deserved to sit out in the cold for a while to think about what he did. meanwhile, upstairs robin turned to eddie.

“you okay?” she paused. eddie didn’t respond. “uhm. i’m gonna go grab you a glass of water, okay? just stay put.”

“m’kay.” eddie sighed.

he fell on the bed with a loud thud. his head softly landed on the two white pillows that laid at the top of the mattress. as soon as robin left his side he was out cold. he swore that this was definitely going to be his last party he ever attended. he didn’t care what steve bribed him with, but before he drifted to sleep he remembered he said that last time. he huffed.

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