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Act II

|| kaeya alberich x afab!reader || E/18+ || hurt/comfort/fluff || wc: 37k || ao3 || masterlist || Act III -> coming soon! ||

When you, a beloved artist and performer of Mondstadt, attract the attention of the Fatui, there is only one person you seek out for help; the infamous Cavalry Captain of the Ordo Favonius, Mondstadt's beloved bastard.

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a/n: hello! i am two days late, but here is the second act!! instead of splitting into multiple parts/posts, i just linked the ao3 at the bottom to continue reading! 37k is actually insane of me. i struggled a great deal with this act and it was the source of a lot of frustration but...i am ultimately happy with how it turned out <33 big shout out to my buddies @lorelune who helped me a lot and beta-ed parts, as well as @suguwu who beta-ed and gave me some great feedback on this act, and finally, @acerathia for beta-ing and giving me feedback as well! i am very appreciative of all your help! also please go check out lore's lovely diluc fic linked above as part of this collab!! without further ado, here is act ii! i would love to hear your feedback!! your thoughts!! your predictions! anything! thank you all for reading and i hope you enjoy <3

tags: afab reader (she/her pronouns but is rather gender fluid/binds her chest sometimes and presents both femme and masc), alcohol use, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of stalking/full on stalking from the fatui to the reader, smut, oral (f!receiving), use of "good girl", friends with benefits, somewhat unclear and messy dynamics, mentions of heartbreak/abandonment issues, bodyguard au technically, fake dating au technically, angst, hurt/comfort

SCENE I

Somewhere dark and stone, dripping, and cave-like. Shadows press and shudder and shift. This is an unknown place and sharply different to Mondstadt’s gold and sky. Confined and cold. Each sound should echo softly or loudly, should repeat itself over and over again.

Kaeya moves with his back to us, slipping among the darkness as if he might belong there.

Kaeya has spent nearly an entire day attempting to tail one of the Fatui members he knows is keeping tabs on you. There’s three, he believes, and they rotate in shifts, much like he, Diluc, Jean, and Venti rotate being near you.

For the first time in a long time, he hasn’t spent his entire day with you. Nor the previous. Venti stayed with you in your own home and now you’re with Jean.

He hates to admit it, but he’s become rather accustomed to watching over you.

But he needs answers for you, so he’s been running all over the city, searching for their reasoning.

This is the closest he’s gotten to a new discovery; this ruin beneath the earth, ducking and weaving through an old, stone crypt of some sort.

He realizes rather quickly it must be some secret meeting place for the Fatui in the city, especially those dealing with the Abyss Order.

The narrow hall opens up into a larger space where an old desk, piled with papers and maps sits under lantern light. Shadows grow large and spindly on the floor. On the stone walls are photos and torn notebook paper, pinned and plastered together, a collage of secrets.

Kaeya peers carefully from his hiding spot to get a better look.

He wants to look at that desk, all the information atop it. He’s certain there must be something there of use, even a greater hint. But he needs this member to leave.

Kaeya picks up a stone, smooth and cool to the touch. He has to play this carefully.

There’s an adjacent hallway across this room. It leads to further darkness. And with the Fatui member’s back turned to him, facing the desk, if he can aim well enough, he’ll be able to–

Kaeya throws the stone and watches it sail through the air, finding it’s mark as it clatters into the bend of the wall down the hallway. He flattens himself to his own wall, waiting and listening.

“Who's there?” The Fatui member calls and Kaeya holds his breath.

“Hello?” Again, before he hears their footsteps stride towards the hallway Kaeya had thrown the stone in and away from him.

He waits as they retreat, deeper and deeper, echoing softly.

He knows he won’t have much time now.

As silently and quickly as possible, he rushes to the desk. His eye flies over all of the papers and maps and scribbling notes.

Your name jumps out to him. He skims.

Vision: Pyro

Strength: Low

Intelligence: High

-Not a fighter

-Use discretion; known and beloved by Mondstadt and other nations.

Kaeya searches harder, shuffling through the papers a little.

There’s a ledger with all the places you’d gone, every single day. There are notes about where best to kidnap you and Kaeya’s stomach sours as he reads words like use force. And torture if necessary.

But what is it they think you know? What would they need to torture out of you?

He moves another piece of paper, only to catch sight of something that makes his heart stop.

Your diary.

There’s no mistaking it. He’d know it anywhere now.

How do they have this? It should’ve been in his home or safe with you.

Horror sweeps through him–they don’t–they couldn’t have taken you, could they?

You’re with Jean, he tries to rationalize. Had you hidden your diary again? Had they found it?

If you hid it, had you snuck away from Venti or Jean in the last day or so? His mind spins sharply.

Footsteps echo.

He’s out of time.

He disappears down his own hallway, heart ricketing in his chest wildly. If they had you, would you be here? Should he search? Is he being unreasonable?

He’ll go to Jean first.

Use force.

You’ll be with Jean. And if you’re not, Jean will organize a rescue party. He’s found their hideout.

Torture if necessary.

Kaeya breaks the surface of the world with a new urgency. The day is melting into evening and the light nearly blinds him a moment as he stumbles out. He doesn’t have time, he breaks into a sprint. His mind flashes hotly, imagines he wish he could never conjure. Images of you tied up, bloody, beaten–

He runs towards the city gates fast and hard.

Strength: Low

He shouldn’t have pawned you off on others–he should’ve stayed beside you. This whole time. He should’ve had Diluc look for the Fatui, he shouldn’t have bid you goodbye yesterday. He should’ve checked in with you.

His ribs ache, his legs burn. He doesn’t stop.

What was he thinking? You’re practically a sitting duck. He knows this.

Not a fighter.

You wouldn’t stand a chance against them. What if Jean is already searching for him because you’ve been taken? He imagines bursting into the city to find her or Venti or Diluc, with some pale look on their face.

The knights on watch must know something is wrong as he runs beneath the gates–they call after him, but don’t stop him.

“Where’s Jean?” He barks to the one trying to catch up to him.

“Headquarters, I think!”

Kaeya veers sharply for Headquarters.

He prays he’ll burst through the door and find you there, with Jean. You’ll be pestering her as the sun sets, chirping and flitting around her office while she tries to get paperwork done. You’ll be there, he tries to tell himself, you will be. They must’ve just nicked your diary.

He throws open the door to Headquarters, rounds the corner and bursts into Jean’s office. Jean is standing on the opposite side of her desk, back facing Kaeya and–

You’re nowhere to be found.

His stomach drops.

“Jean,” he says her name sharply, a note of desperation. “Where is she?”

Jean turns, startled by his appearance, by his urgency, but–

“I left her with Venti. They said they were going to Angel’s Share to perform some songs.” Jean steps towards him, “why? What’s wrong?”

“They have her diary.” Kaeya gets out, rushing out the door of her office.

“Kaeya!” She barks after him, but he’s already pushing his way out of Headquarters. He won’t rest, not until he sees you, until you’re right in front of him. “What are you–where was her diary?”

“I don’t know,” Kaeya snaps, taking stairs two at a time, “I thought it was at my apartment but she’s always hiding it and–” He breaks into another run, heading towards the tavern, “when did you leave her with Venti?”

“I don’t know,” Jean gets out, keeping pace with him, “a few hours ago, maybe? I had a lot to do–”

Kaeya curses under his breath.

“I still don’t know what they want with her but–their notes were about using force. Or–” he can’t get the word out. “They think she knows something.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know.” Kaeya bites out.

He rounds the corner to Angel’s Share sharply and Jean takes it with him.

“I’m sure she’ll be here with Venti.” Jean gets out, attempting to be calm with him. She’s attempting to be a leader.

Kaeya throws open the door, gaze flying across the room and–

He doesn’t see you.

His blood runs cold.

For once, he wishes it was Diluc at the bar, but it’s Charles.

“Has Venti been here?” And then he asks for you, too, says your name with a shot voice.

Charles shakes his head, “haven’t seen either of them at all today. They were supposed to play music tonight, I think–”

Kaeya doesn’t let him finish. He rushes out.

He has half a mind to start shouting like a lunatic for you, all over the city, wandering like a mad man with your name a cry on his lips.

“Maybe they went to her house before–” Jean tries to rationalize, but he can tell she is beginning to fret, too.

Kaeya is already ahead of her, rushing towards your home on the hill in the city. He can’t help his pace, the run he breaks into again. He tries to think of you throwing open the door, laughing at his worry. Where else would you be? He wants to hear you say.

But when he pounds on the door, there is no answer. Not a peep. Your little space is quiet.

“Do you have a key?” Jean asks, but Kaeya doesn’t have the time.

He takes a step back only to kick in the door easily, letting it fly open on its hinges.

(He promises he’ll get you a new door, a better one, one that isn’t so flimsy–that could be so easily broken into. He thinks of you asleep here, with a door like that, and his worry grows insurmountably.)

He shouts your name as he enters.

No answer.

He storms the place. Your bedroom, your bathroom, all familiar and all so empty.

“Venti!” Jean calls, and then your own name, too, as she searches.

Nothing.

“You know how they are,” Jean tries to rationalize, “they’re always getting up to trouble. They could be anywhere.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Kaeya growls, rushing past her and back out the door. He’s beginning to panic. He can feel the tendrils of it creep up his chest, wrapping like vines around his poor throat. His head is growing foggy, warped with his fear. All he can see is you being dragged away.

Use force.

His mind feels hot, too sharp.

Torture if necessary.

“Kaeya,” Jean barks his name, rushing to catch up to him.

Her voice is a balm, he wants–she should–

“I’ll try to get ahold of Diluc and send word out to search the city for her.” Jean says and her voice is filled with authority now, level-headed and steady, “where else would she be?”

“I’m going to my apartment.” Kaeya says, mind narrowing, “in case she’s–I don’t know–”

“Go,” Jean agrees, a command, “and if she’s not there, keep searching–you know her hiding spots now.”

Kaeya nods dazedly.

Jean grabs him roughly, on the arm, jerking him to face her. One hand coming down on his shoulder.

“We’ll find her.” She promises and she dips her head a little to force him to meet her eyes. They’re all stone and determination. The eyes of a leader. “Do you hear me, Captain?”

Kaeya nods, more assuredly now, “yes,” he agrees, finding his voice, her eyes.

She shoves him a little, a push to go, “I’ll reconvene with you shortly. Stay sharp.”

Kaeya doesn’t need another moment; he picks his eyes up to catch the city skyline of Mondstadt, of his apartment in the distance. He breaks into a sprint. He tries to focus only on his breath, on the way his feet carry him swiftly, weaving in and around the city.

He tries to force away what he’d seen.

He bounds for his home, feels his heart and fear ratchet up inside of himself. He’s imagining his home empty.

He’s imagining you gone.

He’s imagining the door shut tight and locked, how he’d left it, and you’re nowhere to be found. A cold space. An empty space.

He takes the stairs two at a time, he tries the door and it–it’s locked still.

He doesn’t pray. He’s not a religious man. And that stupid Archon–

Is sitting perched on his kitchen counter, overlooking the living room.

“Ssh,” Venti hisses, finger to his lips, as he points to his couch. The one Kaeya has slept on nearly every night since this whole ordeal started. The one you are currently occupying, curled up beneath the blanket he usually uses, sleeping soundly.

Or, you were.

You blink awake, slow, confused.

Kaeya rushes to your side.

He kneels.

The door is left ajar.

“You’re here,” he gets out, winded, rough.

“Kaeya?” Your voice is so small and confused.

Without thinking, he brushes a strand of hair from your face as gently as he can, hands shaking. He’s still panting, chest still heaving. But–

“I’m here.” He says then, astonished, relieved.

He wants to pull you off the couch and into his arms. He wants to hold you. He wants to collapse on top of you.

He falls back onto his bottom, breathing hard, all his fear leaking out of him swiftly. “Oh, you’re here.” He says again, voice breaking, as if to assure himself.

You sit up, eyes pricking with concern, “what’s wrong?” you murmur, “where else would I be?”

Kaeya can’t even speak yet, but he laughs, delirious, out of breath.

“No where.” He says, “I thought–you were–”

“She was trying to nap,” Venti finally speaks up and his eyes are far too keen. “Before our performance tonight.”

Kaeya looks at him. Venti looks back.

The door is open.

He heaves out a rough breath. He hangs his head between his shoulders. He tries to calm himself.

“I need to tell Jean to call off–” he laughs, “oh, Diluc is going to lose his mind.”

“Call off what?” You ask.

“Your search party.” Kaeya finally can get out. Your face brightens to shock.

“My search party? Kaeya–”

“Venti, why don’t you find Jean and tell her where you’ve been? Before the whole city turns upside down looking for her.” Kaeya then says. He won’t look at him but he can feel Venti’s eyes on him.

But then Venti laughs, and chirps, “aye, Captain!”

And he flits out of Kaeya’s home.

Venti shuts the door behind him and seals you away with him. Kaeya exhales roughly again, elbows resting on his knees.

“Are you okay?” You ask for a second time, so sweetly. So sincerely. You lean towards him like you want to touch him.

And he wants to say, I was scared. He wants to say, I was terrified of losing you. I could’ve torn the whole city apart looking for you. He wants to say, I’m so relieved to see you. Hold me. Let me hold you.

Instead, all he says is, “they had your diary. And I thought–”

The door is shut tightly.

“Oh,” you breathe, “I left it at home, the last time we–”

“They must’ve broken in.” He agrees softly. And then he looks rather sheepish.

“What?” You ask, as if you know.

“I broke in. I owe you a new door.”

“Kaeya!” You scold, “why did you–why were you so–?!”

“Jean and I thought you were kidnapped!” Kaeya defends himself.

“Kaeya–”

“We were searching for you. Since you weren’t in any of the places you were supposed to be.” He begins to scold.

“Kaeya,”

“Didn’t I leave you with Jean? You should’ve stayed with her.”

You suddenly launch forward, arms wrapping around his neck, falling from the couch and onto his body. His breath is almost knocked out of his lungs for the millionth time today because of you and surprise colors his face. Raises his brows.

You hug him tight, face pressing to the crook of his neck, a bundle in his lap.

“I’m okay,” you murmur, “I’m right here.”

His arms, which had come up in surprise, finally settle over you. They wrap all the way around your shoulders, your middle, pull you closer, and he’s sure his heart is such a mess in his chest. He’s sure it sounds like a disaster.

But you press harder into him, fingers digging into his muscles.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you say, and then your voice tilts upwards playfully, “didn’t think you’d really send the cavalry just because–”

He pinches your side.

“I had reason to believe–!”

You start to laugh, into his throat. You shift to pull away and he wants to keep you there, he wants to hold fast to you and not let go. He wants to cling to you. But he lets you move away to look at his face once more.

You look at him in a way that just makes him feel naked. He wants to hide. He wants to say something clever.

“Thank you,” you suddenly say.

“For what?” Kaeya laughs, “causing a ruckus? Waking you from your nap?”

“For coming for me.” You cut him off. “I feel safe with you and this just proves that–”

Kaeya slackens a little, perhaps surprised or unsure or–you always leave him wobbly and uncertain. You always disarm him so swiftly, so viciously.

“Of course I’d come for you.” Kaeya says and he does mean it. He softens it’s truth with, “it’s my duty.”

But that night, you don’t ask him to sit beside you as you fall asleep–he does so anyway. You don’t say a word, except to ask him for another bedtime story playfully, except to hear him speak, as you always do when he stays with you.

You didn’t ask but he needed to.

It’s not his duty, but he wanted to.

He can’t imagine not watching you drift off to sleep tonight, of all nights, when he thought he’d lost you.

He watches you sleep soundly in his bed, back rising and falling as you curl around one of his pillows, cheek endearingly squished against it. He doesn’t sleep.

The door is locked tight.

And even though it's not his duty, he watches over you, anyway.

***

SCENE II

On the docks of Cider Lake in the early afternoon sun. Venti is perched beside you, plucking lazily at a lyre. Your feet dangle off the dock, swinging like a child. The sky is endlessly blue. Clouds are like sleeping rabbits in the sky. The wind kisses you.

“I feel their eyes most when I’m with you.” You say suddenly, glancing at your companion out of the corner of your eyes.

A note strums from Venti’s fingers. He hums lightly.

“Not sure what the Fatui would want with a measly bard.” Venti shrugs, “maybe they think I’m the weakest of your guards.”

“Maybe,” you say, but you don’t believe that. You don’t believe it because–well, because you noticed them following him first. At first, you weren’t quite sure and you had mentioned it to Venti, but he’d shrugged you off.

Breezy as ever. He’d pretend there was nothing to worry about.

You turn towards him and look at him before you murmur, low enough that any ears listening would only catch the sound of the gently lapping water, “why were the Fatui following you?”

“I believe I’m supposed to ask that of you,” Venti replies with a smile but you can tell, there’s a chipping like a porcelain teacup losing a piece of its lip.

“I wasn’t sure at first,” you tell him softly, eyes glancing out over the calm lake, “but then I caught them intercepting letters and messages of yours. I caught them in the belltower and I knew.”

The belltower in the cathedral was a place Venti had shown you early in your return to Mondstadt. He’d told you it’d been a place that he came to play music, to look out at the world below. A secret place for him, now for you; a gift, he’d said. Places are a gift to give the people you love and secrets are, too.

Then you’d caught a Fatui member snooping through the hidden items Venti had left there; music sheets, maps the two of you had crudely drawn, and old clues to scavenger hunts long past.

The two of you had always liked sending the other all over Mondstadt; it’s why you hide your diary. He hides new songs he wants you to learn. You’d leave clues, games to play, puzzles to solve for each other.

Venti plucks out a few, odd notes on his lyre. Goosebumps erupt over your skin.

“You don’t think I have dealings with them, do you?” Venti asks queerly. There’s a funny sound to his voice.

You shake your head quickly, “Archons, no.” And then you tilt your head, “but I did what I do best.”

A wrong note. It rings discordant in the air.

Venti looks at you.

“You didn’t.” He almost begs, but he knows.

“Of course I did.” You respond and Venti looks genuinely distraught. So you add, “nothing terrible–but I wrote you false letters. I led them on a goose chase a little, like I always do when the Fatui gets too close or comfortable in Mondstadt.”

Venti shakes his head, “you shouldn’t have meddled here.”

“They’re looking for something of yours, aren’t they?” You ask slowly.

Venti, for once, is quiet. The wind catches on your clothes in a burst. It’s confirmation enough.

“So I sent them all over Mondstadt with puzzles and clues and fake letters.” You said, “and really, I thought it was harmless but–”

“Did you tell this to Kaeya?” Venti asks.

“Not specifically this. I always toy with the Fatui when I can, though, he knows that.”

Venti shakes his head slightly, fingers digging into the wood of his instrument, “and with all the hiding places and riddles between us, I’m sure they–” Venti stands abruptly, “I need to speak to Kaeya.”

You stand with him suddenly, “why? What for?”

Venti frowns at you and it’s an expression you hardly ever see him wear.

So you press tenderly, “what are they looking for, Venti?”

“You’re such trouble,” Venti replies and his voice catches with emotion; he doesn’t mean it meanly, in fact it’s–well, it’s fond. Mournful, almost. The wind rushes past the two of you, stronger now. Water laps at the docks.

“Give me a clue.” You try to charm him but it sounds more like a plea. “Like always. I’ll figure it out and you won’t ever have to say it outloud, if you’re that scared.”

Your heart feels like a brewing storm in your chest. Venti has never hidden things so openly from you. It frightens you.

But Venti shakes his head for once, small and soft. “Not this time, my friend.”

“Venti–”

He suddenly looks away, down towards the other side of the dock, where the cobblestone of the street meets the wood. Kaeya is standing there, waiting to relieve Venti and walk with you to Springvale for rehearsal. The gold of his coat glints in the afternoon sun. He looks like a knight.

He waits for you.

“You have rehearsal,” Venti says, and his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “go.”

“Please, will you tell me?” You ask again. You swallow hard around sudden tears; stupid and silly but–aching. You can’t name why you feel like crying, only that you can tell something far larger is on the horizon.

It hangs like a storm.

You can feel its pressure, now more than ever.

Tell me, you want to beg him, you want to sing, you want to scream. Let me help you, let me in.

Venti looks at you with love and affection and sadness. He looks at you with a heaviness you can’t name, but can taste. It’s ancient. It’s otherworldly. You want to hold him. You want to hide him from the world.

“Not yet,” he replies.

“Why not?” Your voice breaks as easily and fragile as a bird’s wing.

Venti smiles sadly, “because if you knew, you’d put yourself in even more danger than you already have for me.”

You open your mouth, but he continues;

“And this isn’t your battle.” He turns away, eyes glassy, but waves at Kaeya, as if nothing is wrong. He smiles at you, watery and fond.

“Besides, you’ve never been much of a fighter in the first place.”

***

SCENE III

In the living room of Kaeya’s apartment. Soft, evening blue light through the windows. Hazy, dark shadows. You’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked up underneath you, with a cup of tea held in your palms. You’re ready for bed. Kaeya enters from his office with a stack of letters and papers; what the audience can see of his face is that he’s somber for once. He casts the greater shadow.

“Will you tell me again why you thought it was a good idea to toy with the Fatui?” Kaeya asks and in his hand, he has only some of the letters and maps and sheet music that you’d been leaving for Venti.

Or, the Fatui. Since you knew they were rifling through Venti’s things.

“I always toy with them.” You reply simply, taking a slow, burning sip of tea. It’s chamomile and rose. A hint of cinnamon. Kaeya prepared it for you before disappearing to do some work in his office. You swallow. “And I never said it was a good idea.”

“Then why do it?”

“Why are they following Venti? What are they looking for?”

Kaeya lets out a sharp breath, perhaps growing impatient. “I don’t know. Right now, I need to know why they think they need you to find it, though.”

“Well, I made it seem like I had whatever they’re looking for.”

You watch Kaeya freeze for a moment and if you weren’t so intuitive and just a little wittier, you’d make some sort of joke about cryo and freezing in place.

“Why?” He demands suddenly.

“I wanted to get them off Venti’s back.” You say, “this is what I do when the Fatui get too close to the people I know. This is what I do when the Fatui think they can stick their hands in Mondstadt. Someone has to teach them a lesson.” You take another little sip of your tea, and then add, “and I don’t have a sword–my weapon is my pen. My voice. My wit.”

Kaeya shakes his head, “you don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

You gesture smoothly, “then enlighten me.”

“This is bigger than you, do you understand that?” Kaeya then says and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him quite so stern.

His face is shadowed. It’s growing darker.

“Sure,” you say easily, “that’s why I had to intervene.”

“I don’t think you actually understand.” Kaeya says and his voice has grown more serious, imperative, a little lower.

“I’m not an idiot,” you snip, “clearly! Since I’ve managed to fool the Fatui and send them running all over Mondstadt.” You can feel your hackles rise a little, heat swimming in your chest, up your neck. “And most importantly, away from Venti–since he’s got some huge secret that no one will tell me!”

Kaeya moves suddenly to sit on the coffee table in front of the sofa you’re on. Your knees nearly brush. He splays out your letters and music sheets and maps. “Why didn’t you come to me before doing all of this? Before involving yourself?”

“Because I always mess with the Fatui!” Your voice raises and you finally move to set the tea cup beside him on the coffee table. “I didn’t think it was any different than any of the other times!”

“The Fatui aren’t just–” Kaeya gestures, papers crinkling beneath his grip that has grown tighter with his own frustration. “–some band of half-wit politicians or merchants for you to toy with! They’re dangerous.”

This quiets you for a moment. And then, “so? A lot of things are dangerou–”

“So?” Kaeya repeats, “so?! You’re not even–” he laughs, but the sound is scraping and hollow, off-kilter. It’s disbelief, almost a scoff, “you’re not even a fighter. You’re not a Knight or a warrior. You’re not even an adventurer of some kind.”

Silence stretches between the two of you.

“Can you ever trust my own judgment and intuition? I have made it this far–”

“But you’re reckless.” Kaeya says, “specifically, you’re reckless with yourself. You know the Fatui are dangerous–it’s why you’re worried about Venti, right? It’s why you intervened.” Kaeya says and then his voice gentles, “so why don’t you have the same concern for yourself?”

You feel your jaw lock. It ticks.

You look away from him defiantly, out towards one of the windows, blue with the evergrowing night sky.

It strikes a strange note inside of you. You have concern for yourself, you want to say, you came to him, didn’t you? Eventually.

But it doesn’t negate what you did, which was reckless. He’s right; you could’ve turned to him immediately, you could’ve gone to Diluc or Jean or him. But instead, you tried to distract the Fatui; you tried to dance and sing and entice them onto the path you’re on, instead of the one Venti is on.

You gave them a performance. And now, with all their eyes set on you, like the hungry, vying eyes of an audience, a predator, you are in danger.

“This isn’t a game anymore. This isn’t funny or—or breezy. You’ve gotten yourself into real danger, do you understand?” Kaeya then says and you can tell he’s trying to get you to look at him again.

“I have you and Jean and Diluc to—“

“But your recklessness got us all here. You rush head first into—into everything, without regard for yourself.” Kaeya continues. “You’re an open book. You wear your heart on your sleeve—it’s like you have no self preservation whatsoever.”

You sit in silence. You cross your arms over your chest and you feel a hard, little ache in the pit of your throat.

He’s chipping away at something inside of you, something already too tender to take the beating.

“It’s not a bad thing to be open.” You say and your voice is tight, thicker than it should be.

“No,” he agrees, “but you have no regard for yourself and all of it for everyone else.”

Tears prick your eyes, much to your dismay.

You know the reason. You can feel it, somewhere in the back of your mouth, down where your throat is tight.

You can’t lose Venti.

Venti could lose you, you’ve decided. The world could lose you. But you are so terrified of loss and really–you must’ve been easy to leave if–

If it could be done so effortlessly.

(You think of yourself as a child and your father setting you down for the last time. You think of yourself at an altar, forever waiting, the way you waited for your father your whole life.)

Venti can lose you.

But you can’t lose Venti.

You hope that maybe if you give enough of yourself to the world, it will need you bad enough to never lose. You think one day, it’ll fill the empty, aching wound inside of you that has been just left to dry out. Crack and splinter.

Sometimes, you think if you scare someone bad enough, they’ll look at you and say they can’t lose you. You think maybe if you scare yourself bad enough, you’ll finally look at yourself and say I can’t lose you.

“Don’t cry,” Kaeya hushes softly and you wipe quickly at the tear that has freed itself to slip down the slope of your cheek.

It makes you want to cry harder, for some reason, for him to be so tender now.

He sets the papers down beside you on the couch finally. He reaches out and touches your knee, broad palm surprisingly warm, as he rubs a gentle pass with his thumb.

“Why are you crying?” Kaeya then asks, coaxing, gentle.

You sniff hard.

You dig a little, you search for the answer. Is it because you’re careless with yourself? Is it because you’re scared now? Is it because he pointed it out at all—that he noticed enough, saw through you enough, to finally say it?

Is it because—

“I worry about you.” He says when you don’t answer him.

—you’re worth fretting over?

You shake your head a little, perhaps in an attempt to disagree with him, perhaps in an attempt to reassure him. But nothing comes out except another few tears.

You try to keep the sob back, the noise trapped with the reason in the back of your throat. You fear what will come out.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to whisper and when you finally turn to face him, he’s right there, and for a moment, you think he might move further to hold you. You think you might just slide into his arms.

You hold your breath.

You think he holds his, too.

“I don’t need an apology.” Kaeya finally murmurs and he doesn’t fold you into his arms, but he turns up his hand on your knee carefully. His palm, an offering. “I just need you to be more careful.”

Slowly, you slide your hand into his.

You’ve held his hand plenty now, know the rough scrape of his calluses against your own, but it has never quite felt like this.

Real. Weighted.

He folds his fingers between yours gently. Your hands lock together, woven, knuckle over knuckle. Palm to palm.

You’re both watching your hands, enamored, maybe terrified.

You cling to him in a way you haven’t clung to someone in a long, long time.

You think you’ve tried to hold onto everything like this; with too much force, gripped in your rebellious fist. You think everything you’ve ever held must’ve been crumpled and ruined from your grasp, you think everything must have the indents of your fingers permanently etched there.

You want to squeeze, you want to bear down on his hands like a dog who finally caught a bird.

“Can you promise me that?” Kaeya prompts gently when he doesn’t receive a response from you.

You glance up at his searching face, the way he’s watching you carefully, scouring to see any flicker of emotion.

You nod a little, jerky, unsure.

“Will you say it for me?” He murmurs and dips his head a little to keep your straying gaze.

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat, tight and hard.

You feel your eyes fill with tears again.

But still, you manage to croak, “I’ll try to be more careful.”

You can tell the response displeases him somewhat; you can tell he wants more. But anything more right now, may feel like a lie.

And you’re no good at that.

“Okay,” Kaeya agrees, “thank you.” And then he adds with a gentle lilt, “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

You laugh a little through your tears, “it’s okay–” you mumble, letting your eyes fall back to your intertwined hands. “I probably needed to hear it.”

His thumb makes a slow, comforting pass over the back of your hand.

For a moment, the space fills with silence.

You watch the careful sweep of his thumb, you watch the flex of his hand, the veins against his wrist. You can feel the room fill with something more, a growing of a feeling, stretching amongst your ribs. Perhaps amongst his. You think there is something blooming inside of him, something he’s terrified of, something you’ll always long for.

(If you could feel his pulse in his wrist, it would be jumping, picking up in a fierce little tempo.)

He’s tenser now, you realize. His breath is caught somewhere in his chest, like he might speak again.

You wait for him.

He opens his mouth.

But then after a moment, he closes it.

You pick your head up to examine his face, to try and discern what it is he wants to say now.

And mostly, it’s a mask of causality.

(His trembling heart is the only thing that gives him away now.)

Maybe, the depth of his eye, or maybe it’s only a trick of the light.

You want to say, what is it? Or prompt him for more. You want him to speak what is so clearly on the very tip of his tongue.

Tell me, you want to say, tell me what seems to scare you so badly.

“I–” he starts. He stops.

And then neither of you speak and the tension stretches and something inside you grows. You cling to him harder without realizing it, as if anticipating the way he’ll pull away. You don’t want him to go. You can feel it, your heart unfurling for him, you can feel the way he holds you, too.

In the same way that you hold him.

You hope he leaves indents in your skin. You hope he never lets go.

“Yes?” You prompt gently.

But then he clears his throat and glances away.

The spell is broken and he forces his hands to loosen from his own hold on you. He forces himself to recede and to calm his heart. You watch as he mentally pulls away from you. You force yourself not to cling harder to him, to catch his hand and hold it close to yourself, to pull him closer to you.

He says, “Mondstadt cares very deeply for you–and you for Mondstadt. I only wish–” he draws in a small breath, “that you’d afford yourself the same care.”

You wonder what he was going to say instead. You know this is not his original thought, but the secondary, more distant one. You almost want to ask him, you want to needle and beg, but you know Kaeya well now.

You know he doesn’t say anything he hasn’t carefully thought about or that he doesn’t want you to hear.

Still, it manages to make you soften, to make tears press again behind your eyes.

You turn to tuck your face into your shoulder, like it may stop him from seeing you cry. You squeeze his hand like a lifeline.

“Oh, look what I’ve done now.” He says and his voice is light–he’s teasing you gently, holding you tighter again as you laugh now and sniffle, fingers still digging deep into his hand.

“I’m sorry–” you mumble, “Am I hurting you?”

You loosen your grip on his hand.

“I’ve been through far worse,” he soothes, running his thumb back over the dips and plains of your hand.

You try to keep yourself from bursting into heavier, harder tears. You can’t even quite name why; your care for him, or his for you. The fact that he won’t name it, or because you’re scared he’ll leave if you do.

You’re nearly trembling with it; you’re afraid he’ll say one more word, one more phrase and you’ll simply fall to pieces.

You don’t know what it is about care; but when someone is gentle with you, it makes you feel as if they’ve torn you to shreds. It turns you inside out. It turns you into a child again, desperately seeking it out. It feels foolish now sometimes, over dramatic.

But Kaeya holds your hand and you take deep, shuddering breaths until you don’t feel as if you’re going to bawl your eyes out anymore.

You don’t want to stop clinging to his hand, though.

“I should get to bed,” you finally say, if only for him, if only to give him an out because it’s easier than if he finds it himself. You’re too fragile for him to pull away first tonight.

So you slip from his grasp and stand. Your legs feel a little wobbly, unsure of yourself. He looks up at you, from beneath the fan of his dark lashes. You swallow hard, around the tears, around whatever it is he makes you feel.

You can still feel the pressure in your hand, the way his fingers feel against yours.

Again, he looks as if he wants to say something.

You wait, expectant.

And again, he lets it fall.

Instead, he says, “yes–it's another early morning. I’ll let you sleep.”

He stands now, too, collecting the papers, gathering them into his hands carefully. All of your wit and love and craft. All of your recklessness in the palm of his hand.

“I’m going to stay up a little longer,” he says then, “if you need anything.”

Now it's your turn to look up at him.

And there must be something too raw, too sincere in your eyes, because he can’t look for long.

“Kaeya,” you want to draw his gaze back to yours, but he doesn't quite reach your eyes. Still, you need to say, “thank you.”

“For scolding you?” He asks, light, too light. He tries to create distance. Coldness.

“For caring about me.”

He swallows. He doesn’t confirm or deny it. But he looks guilty, a man held back, everything carefully in place. Not a word misspoken, not a look out of place. Sometimes, you have the urge to destroy that veneer. Sometimes, you want to know what he looks like without all his thoughtfully placed appearances.

You wonder if you will ever see him like that. You wonder if he will ever tell you more; if he will ever let you in.

You think maybe you will stay like this forever, close to him, but not too close.

With care, but without it spoken. Always in the blue dark and never in the dawn.

He clears his throat, “it’s my job to look out for you.”

Your heart falls a little, sharp, like a plummeting note, a tight draw of the strings of a discordant chord. You swallow around the lump in your throat.

“Yes,” you agree distantly, nodding your head, “I suppose it is.”

“I’ll be in the office.” He says because he must slip away from you now. You think when he gets too close, he grows scared of being burned.

He closes the door behind him.

You watch it for a moment, steady.

You wonder if it’ll stay like this forever; always on the other side of the door.

When you go to sleep that night, you leave the bedroom door ajar, as if to prove something.

But in the morning, you find it shut tight.

At rehearsal, you’re somewhere else, off in your mind. Though you say your lines, you feel as if you miss them, like they’re coming out automatically, half-hearted.

And the only ones that rings true, that resonates throughout the stage is one you’d previously thrown away;

“Hold on tight–don’t let go.”

This time, your voice cracks with it, breaks over the don’t.

That night, Kaeya presents you with a bouquet of flowers; a show in front of the world.

And when he brushes his knuckles against yours, you eagerly slip your hand into his as you walk home.

You don’t even care that it’s for the world and no longer for you.

You are, if nothing else, a good actor (or of foolish heart);

So you pretend it’s real, with the flowers he gave you nestled into the crook of your elbow, and his hand curled around yours. You pretend that you are walking home with your love, and the sun is setting, and you are filled to the brim.

You laugh as if that’s the case. You lean into him as if that’s the case.

You knock into him as you walk, desperate to be close, to feel his side against yours. You are desperate to have more of him; all his attention, all his affection.

To not feel like a world away–or like there’s a door between you, one that you don’t know if he’ll ever open or not.

***

PRELUDE TO SCENE IV

Springvale in the afternoon, the sun warm and bright; it makes everything sparkle, almost radiant. The grass seems lush and full, the lake is shimmering.

Klee eats cut fruit happily beside you at a picnic table. You steal a piece or two from time to time. Kaeya sits across from you and Klee, his back to the audience.

“Are you and Kaeya boyfriend and girlfriend?” Klee suddenly asks around a burst of valberries.

Despite everything, you feel your heart tick up in a strange, sharp tempo.

Your eyes fly to Kaeya, who's already looking at you.

You share a silent conversation with each other and a series of increasingly dramatic expressions;

What should we tell her?

The truth?

What? No!

Then you tell her–

“Yes,” Kaeya finally says, “we are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Klee picks her head up, perhaps surprised at his answer. “You’re dating?!” She asks, louder now and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yes,” Kaeya lies, perhaps for any eavesdroppers, “we’re dating, Klee.”

She looks between the two of you.

“Miss Jean said you’re in love with each other.” Klee says casually and that makes both of you freeze momentarily.

You feel heat rush into the high points of your face. Your mind whirls, spins into overthinking. Why would Jean say this? To keep your covers? A kinder way to say it to a child?

For a moment, you fear Jean knows a part of your heart that you fully haven’t gotten to know yet yourself.

You fear there is some truth to it.

(Perhaps love is too strong of a word but—)

You adore Kaeya.

You have your whole life, you think, from when you were young and chasing after them with childlike, outstretched hands, to adulthood, where you have always held respect for him and now—

Something more, perhaps, after all your time with him.

How could you not? What chance did you have against him, anyways?

(You hope he doesn’t dare read your diary again.

You suddenly worry that Jean has instead.)

You’re almost fearful to catch Kaeya’s gaze, you swallow hard, but force yourself to. And when you do, you realize he’s–

Amused. Near laughing.

That absolute bas—

You kick him underneath the table and he yelps a little. You hide your snicker behind a hand against your mouth.

“We care about each other very much.” You tell Klee, sobering.

“Are you gonna get married?” She asks then, just as casually, around another piece of fruit.

Kaeya makes a noise of surprise, “married?” He asks Klee, “where are these questions coming from?”

“I thought if you’re boyfriend and girlfriend, then you get married.” Klee responds.

“Sometimes,” you agree, nudging the bowl of fruit closer to her little hands so that she can reach the last few pieces better. “But right now we’re just boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Klee hums around her berry.

And then she looks up at you, “do you guys kiss?”

The word kiss is punctuated with disgust, almost sick curiosity; as if she might not be able to believe it.

It makes you choke, then stutter into a laugh. Kaeya laughs as well, full and surprised.

“People who are dating do tend to kiss, Klee, so yes.” He says, amused with her. He catches your eye across the table. You swallow hard with the way he gazes at you, infinitely pleased and laid back, deeply amused. By you or Klee, you’re not sure. Still, you can’t help the smile that touches your lips, perhaps just as entertained, perhaps a little rueful.

“Gross,” she declares. And then she looks at Kaeya, “do you think she’s pretty?”

You look at Kaeya expectantly, propping your chin in your hands, and sing, “yes, Kaeya, do you think I’m pretty?”

He smirks, leaning back in his seat a little, and a fissure of heat rips through you. You bat your lashes for him.

“I think you’re beautiful, darling.” Kaeya croons, sweet as ever, and enough to make you damn near melt.

You can feel heat in your face, despite it all. You feel like a teenager. You feel like a girl with a crush, a boy with his love in front of him, and not a clue what to do. Bumbling and suddenly young, graceless.

A pang hits you squarely in the chest; you wish this was real. You wish he was being honest.

Klee squeals in embarrassment or surprise. “You’re going to get cooties!” She tells you.

You use her as a distraction, leaning down a little to conspire with her, “Kaeya does have cooties.” You agree in a faux-whisper. “But I have the antidote.”

“You do?” Klee asks, “what is it?”

“Its a secret recipe,” you begin, putting on a good show of trying to come up with the ingredients, “but it certainly starts with the essence of butterflies.” You glance over at the field behind you, which you know is teeming with butterflies.

You used to chase them here in your youth until the sun set and the fireflies sparked to life in the evening dark. And then you chased their soft, blinking lights until the other kids were called home. And it was just you and the rolling fields and endless night skies and bumbling bugs. You’d try to carry one home with you so you wouldn’t feel so lonely.

Klee follows your gaze and watches as one of the butterflies flits and flutters.

“Can I ask for your help, little Spark Knight? Will you carefully catch me a butterfly? Don’t hurt it, though, we need it alive for the antidote.”

Immediately, she is perking up, jumping up from her seat.

“You can count on me!”

She bounds off into the field of swaying wildflowers.

You turn back to Kaeya.

His eye is soft, perhaps fond.

Before you can loose your bravery, loose your courageous little heart, you stand and move to his side of the bench so that you can watch Klee.

Your shoulder brushes with his. Your thigh touches his. You’re aware of it all, sharply, keenly.

He looks at you and you gaze back up at him. For a moment, you get swept away in his star-blue eye. The bend of dark lashes. Like the butterflies in the field, your heart flutters, feeling as delicate as their wings.

“Careful,” Kaeya says softly, so smoothly that his voice could be a melody, “or people really will think we’re in love.”

Heat smarts your face again. But you tip your chin up because you’ve never shied away from a challenge before; “why do you say that?”

Kaeya suddenly reaches out and carefully, as if you might fall to pieces at his touch (and really—you think you might), takes hold of your chin. His thumb barely brushes your bottom lip. Then he says, “the way you look at me.”

“You were looking at me first,” you accuse but your voice is hushed.

“And you shouldn’t melt when I touch you.”

Your stomach swoops like a bird in the sky and then soars. Your lashes flutter. You’re close to him—almost nose to nose. And now you really do think of kissing him like he’s actually yours. As if he could be.

His eye drops to your lips, thumb inching upwards.

“Then you shouldn’t touch me so.” You murmur, earnest, and if your voice is soft with pleading—a pleading for what, you can’t tell—then whose to say? “Like—like you want to kiss me.”

Your nose brushes against his.

“Don’t—” his voice sticks, “don’t kiss me. No one’s even watching.”

“Do you not want me to?”

“Yes, I want—” he stops.

Your heart sings. I want, I want, I want—

He swallows, “we shouldn’t, though.”

“Why not?” You dare to ask, hands drifting to his chest, his collar bones.

You can almost, almost feel his smile, slow and fond, “well, firstly, you’ll get cooties…”

“Kaeya,” your own smile is a warm curve that you want to feel against his.

“Secondly,” He begins, drawing in a soft breath that you feel beneath the palm of your hand.

“I have a butterfly!” Klee shouts, head suddenly poking up from the wildflowers in a burst of petals.

You and Kaeya jolt away from each other, hands drawing back into your laps, facing away from each other as if teenagers caught by your parents. Heat zips through you in a rush.

He almost—you almost—

Something in your chest bats its wings, excited, elated. It takes to flight. A smile overtakes your face, winning, determined.

Oh, you think, glancing at him as you head to Klee, oh, you want me, too.

She opens her little hands for you and the moment she does, the butterfly escapes into the sky—taking to flight.

You laugh as she squeals.

She races after it.

And then you do, too.

In an instant, Kaeya has joined you, too.

And it dissolves, the sun slowly moving throughout the sky, into running and chasing and laughing. The joyful sound of your laugh, of Klee’s excitement, of Kaeya’s fondness.

It melts like the sky, like your heart, like the way you do when Kaeya touches you.

There’s a moment, quick, when you’re in the wildflowers with him. He’s on his back and you lean over him.

He peers up at you.

Beautiful man that he is with sparkling eyes.

You think, people really will think we’re in love, if you look at me like that.

And then you say, boldened by the day and the sun and the warmth and the tempo of his heart beneath your open palm;

“You’ll be mine yet, Captain.”

He blinks, perhaps surprised, before a full, warm laugh falls from his lips.

“Is that a challenge, princess?” He purrs, looking up at you with a halo of flowers beneath his head.

You grin, beautiful and wicked and radiant.

“It’s a promise.”

And then you stand to run after Klee, down the sloping hill, and into the arms of the sky hanging above your heads.

He watches you and you can feel his gaze on your back, your silhouette against the sky, your laugh caught on the wind, and tuck the vow into your heart.

Hope it tucks into his, too, finds it’s home there where no one has before and claim it as yours, yours, yours.

You open your palms and a butterfly, blue as the sea, as a bird’s wing, leaps from your hands and takes to flight. Takes to the sky all open just for you.

***

SCENE IV

The belltower in the Cathedral, high above Mondstadt. Storm clouds cling to the horizon. The sky is mostly dark, but the sun escapes through a sliver of clouds and still shines for now, casting the world in a strange contradiction. More ominous. More stunning. Burnished buildings set against wicked, deep blue storm clouds.

Your skirts swirl against gold and silver bells, as blue as the clouds. Kaeya turns and twists, so we only catch flashes of his face.

Kaeya takes the steps near two at a time to keep up with your pace. You lift your skirts with one hand, racing up the curving, stone steps, and your other hand holds fast to his. You drag him up and up and up.

The whole day, you’d dragged him all over Mondstadt, to all your favorite places; bakeries and music stores and the library. Eagerly, he’d followed, been at your side, at your heel like a loyal dog.

(A lovesick pup—)

Kaeya thinks he could spend countless days with you like this.

The world is always more brilliant with you—he can’t deny it.

And now, you’ve promised him another secret place of yours.

“How much further?” He breathes hard, surprised to find himself winded. His legs almost burn; there have been far more stairs than he originally thought. Or was promised. but he was also promised the best view in all of Mondstadt, with one of your sweetest smiles.

And really, how could he have denied you then? How could he deny you at all today?

“Not much!” You chirp back and then all it takes is a little more, until you come to a wooden door.

It gives easily under your weight, your excited push, throwing it wide open.

Light gleams, the world bursts before his eyes in a shimmer of gold, a rain of color and life.

You sweep into the space, the arch beneath the stones and over the other side of one of the great bells. If he peers down, he can see the wooden scaffolding where someone stands to pull on the huge rope below. No doubt, it would take up this whole space, swing wildly so that the two of you would have to nimbly dodge and move, duck just to keep your heads.

He hopes you’ve accounted for this, too.

He follows you carefully around the bell, only to come to the other side of it and have the whole world open up before you.

And it’s just you, in the breeze, and the storm clouds, above all of Mondstadt.

You hang, perhaps a little too precariously, off one of the large stone pillars.

Kaeya has half a mind to grab you, to pull you back towards him. But the wind favors you.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You breathe and you’re so taken with it all, that he can hear your voice catch.

“It is,” he agrees, but he’s not looking at the world the way you are.

He’s looking at you.

He watches you watch the streets below and the clouds above. He watches love and adoration paint across your face; joy and a strange sort of melancholy.

Oh, you’ve always been so open.

Finally, you inhale.

Whilst still looking at the world below, the heavens above, you say, “I can’t explain what it does to me–the sky and the city and the wind when it touches me.” You look as if you could almost cry, and immediately his heart gives a lurch in his chest, “I don’t know how anyone can stand it.”

Something in him twists and constricts. He wants to wipe your tears. He wants to coo, don’t cry, don’t cry.

You laugh, “I’m sorry,” and shake your head like you’re silly, “I can’t help it–I’m just so happy. I adore the world so much.”

You turn to face him, open and raw, “I know these haven’t been ideal circumstances,” you start and you shift, and like he’s drawn to the movement, like you’ve pulled him in, he moves, too.

And then he’s standing in front of you. In front of an ancient bell from a nation that isn’t is, but could be. Above the whole world. Beneath the storm of it.

“But I’ve been–” a tear escapes and again, as if he possessed, before he can even think, his hand has darted out to catch it. You laugh again, joyful and aching, “you make me so happy. And I—“

“Doesn’t seem so,” he murmurs, “seems I’ve made you cry.”

You laugh again, sweet to his ears, like their own song. Your hands come up to his chest, palms open and flat against his racing heart. He’s sure you can feel it. Can you hear it? He hopes not.

And no one is watching. He doesn’t need to stand this close to you or wipe your tears.

You don’t need to put your hands on his chest and look up at him like that, in a way he doesn’t deserve.

(You’ll be mine yet, Captain.)

You look at him like he could’ve hung the moon. Or carved your beloved Mondstadt itself with his own hands from hill and valley.

An ache spreads its wings like a bird in his chest. It isn’t fair, he thinks, to be looked at by you, with this expression on your face, when he knows he can’t have you. He knows you can’t be his, not truly.

He wishes you wouldn’t look at him so.

“They’re happy tears,” you tell him, pawing at his chest, creeping up towards his neck. You sway towards him. You finish what he tried to stop you from admitting, “—and I adore you.”

Kaeya’s heart gives this twist, like it’s trying to rebel against him. He wants to run. He wants your arms around him. He wants—

“Careful,” Kaeya murmurs reflexively. Careful of what, though, he can’t say.

Careful with yourself around him? Careful with him?

You don’t heed his warning at all, and like you always have, you barrel towards all that you want. You press up to him.

“You do make me happy,” you say again, sweeter now like honey on your lips, tip your chin up like you might offer him a taste.

“Everything makes you happy,” Kaeya counters, shaking his head fractionally, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

“Not true,” you almost pout up at him, shaking your head, fingers tightening in the collars of his shirt like you know he’s thinking about fleeing.

He has half a mind to kiss you. You’re leaning up on your toes a little. He can smell your perfume; red berries and honeysuckle. Warm vanilla. He feels something tighten inside of him, hot and aching. He needs to put a stop to this—

He says your name, in warning. Perhaps fear.

And you look up at him through the fan of your lashes and say his name like it’s a melody, “Kaeya.”

He shakes his head now, fractionally, “don’t.” He murmurs, voice a low rumble.

“Don’t what?” You ask innocently and then you do it again, as if you know perfectly well, “Kaeya–”

His hand comes down to clutch your wrist, to keep it from moving around to the nape of his neck. He stills you.

You look up at him, questioning, almost desperate. Perhaps unsure–you go to pull away, but he seizes your wrist, holds it tight to his chest and keeps you close.

Thunder rumbles.

“Don’t say my name like that.” He croons, voice a little rough, “don’t torture me.”

He watches your face transform into understanding. Into—

Your fingers sink back into the fabric of his clothes, emboldened, “Kaeya,” you say like it bursts on your tongue, and then again, “Kaeya,” you hum, sing his name on a note that could be its own siren song. “Kaeya,” you purr as one of your arms winds around his neck.

His poor heart—

He makes a noise; a soft groan of frustration, a little growl, back in his throat.

“You’re such trouble,” but his other hand is squeezing at your hip now. “I swore to everyone I had nothing but pure intentions with you.”

Your nose brushes his, a smile licking at the corner of your mouth, “I surely hope not.”

“I’m supposed to protect you.” He gets out.

“You do—you are.” Soft, sweet little assurance.

He shakes his head again, barely, nose brushing yours. Fractionally closer. “You’re my responsibility.”

“Are my desires, too?” You murmur and when you lean towards him to close the short distance between your lips, he suddenly seizes your jaw in his hand.

You gasp.

“And what of mine?” He asks, eye glinting like the too-hot part of a flame. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

His voice is a low rasp.

You look up at him with wide eyes, soft in the center, your eyebrows drawing in a little and you look—you look like you adore him. Like you’re desperate for him.

“Sleeping in my bed every night, my clothes—“ Kaeya allows his thumb to drift over your bottom lip, slow, parting it from your top. He exhales roughly. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“Kiss me,” you plead.

Lightning cracks across the sky in a fissure of heat.

“I shouldn’t.” He counters, even as you kiss at the pad of his thumb. Lips soft and warm, wet as your tongue darts out in a flash of heat. He inhales tightly, letting his thumb be drawn into the crux of your mouth.

You look up at him through your lashes. He has to fight back another groan. There’s a flush on the nape of his neck, heat that swims beneath his skin. He’s certain you’ll melt him with your gaze alone.

What’s he supposed to do?

How’s he supposed to survive you?

He scrambles for his wits.

And firstly, he pulls his thumb from your lips.

“Kaeya—“ you coax again, “Kaeya.”

“Stop it,” he hushes, “I can’t.”

“I want you,” you murmur, almost whine.

“You’re a brat.” Kaeya groans finally, “stop tempting me.”

“I’ll beg,” you sing sweetly. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“No,” he says quickly because the thought of that makes his mind screech to a halt. “Never. I’d never—“

Make you beg.

He swallows around the words sharply.

He lays his hands, long and broad, on your shoulders.

He forces distance between the two of you.

Thunder grumbles unhappily across the sky.

“I’m not going to kiss you.”

“But you want to?”

And the way you look at him, so earnestly and so desperately—

“That’s besides the point—“ You open your mouth to speak, only for him to continue, “my job is to protect you. This would be highly unprofessional of me.”

“Since when have you—“

“You deserve better.” He finally says, words flying from his mouth before he can stop them, “I am, frankly, a rake and a cheat and—“

“That’s not—“

“The point is,” Kaeya continues over you, lest you do something even worse and try to fight or deny him, “it would be unwise of us.”

“I, for one, have never claimed to be wise.”

Kaeya laughs now, full and warm and fond. He shakes his head. You’re near glowing with just the sound of his joy. So he continues;

“It would be foolish. Perhaps, even, one of the worst things we could do.”

His voice lilts, turns melodic.

Your hands are back on his chest somehow. Flat over his heart, nearing his collar again. He’s losing. You’re sidling close and he wants to bring you closer still. He can feel all the curves of your body to his, fitting up against him like a missing puzzle piece.

“Utterly disastrous, really.” He continues, voice growing fainter. He’s losing.

“Wildly reckless?” You murmur, tipping your chin up, offering your lips to him like a sweet lamb to sacrifice.

“Terribly…” he drifts, feeling the brush of your lips against his, “stupid, I’m afraid.”

You hum lightly, barely, in acknowledgement before he’s suddenly closing the distance and kissing you soundly.

Oh, he’s lost.

(It’s a promise.)

The wind picks up sharply for a proper storm. Lightning flashes behind his eyelids.

And that’s all it takes, Kaeya realizes, heart swinging wildly in his chest like a bell tolling. Knocking against his rib cage.

You throw your arms around his neck and deepen it.

He groans in defeat, damning it all, and grabs at the skirts of your waist, squeezing at your hips desperately.

Damn it all, he thinks again, knowing it’ll be something of a shipwreck; brutal and splendid and massive. Beautiful and heartbreaking enough that he just won’t be able to look away.

More thunder, sky swirling and teeming and ready to just burst. He can feel it under his skin.

You sink your hands into his hair. He nips sharply enough at your bottom lip that a gasp is wrenched from you. He swallows it.

He wants so much more.

The sky opens up and rain falls from the heavens in a golden and brutal downpour.

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SCENE V

Dawn Winery in the evening, plum dark and warm from fire in the hearth. You and Diluc are at the grand piano, seated side by side, in an intimate and cozy parlor room.

Kaeya has just entered and we see the side profile of his face as he watches the two of you.

“Oh, do you remember this one?” You ask and immediately, music fills the space as your hands dance over the keys in a sweet, jaunty little tune.

“Like this?” Diluc asks, setting his hands to the lower side to immediately complete the melody you play. “It’s this one, right?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, the two of you playing with ease, a smile on your face. “We used to play this one all the time for our parents.”

It’s such an innocent remark. Kaeya is almost caught off guard by it, by the memory that floods back to him.

Crepus in the lounge chair, your parents across from him on the settee. The glow of the fire warm and gentle. Faces of people that swim in his mind, that he hasn’t seen or has avoided for a long time now, their smiles and laughs. People who left. Who died. Ghosts that once listened to your music, just as he is now, on the outskirts.

Diluc, surprisingly, is not put off by the memory. Instead, he smiles, “I used to always mess this part up.”

And then with ease, his large hands cascade over the keys. Not a note out of place.

“And look at you now!” You encourage him.

He laughs softly, low, like the fire in the hearth.

With ease, the two of you close the song together, watching each other with crinkled, happy eyes for the timing. For the last notes.

He can hardly stand how lovely you look. Or how you look at Diluc.

Have you ever looked at him like that?

He clears his throat.

When you see him, your face lights up and the way you say his name, with such warmth and adoration makes him feel worse somehow, “Kaeya!”

Immediately, Diluc’s face hardens.

“Apologies,” Kaeya says with perhaps more chill than he anticipates, “I didn’t mean to interrupt the concert.”

“Not at all,” you respond, “how did we sound?”

“Your music is lovely as usual.” Kaeya responds flippantly and you eye him for a moment, scrutinizing.

And then, slowly, you say, “then you wouldn’t mind if we play a few more? This piano does bring back fond memories for me.”

There’s a glint in your eyes; it could be the fire that favors you or a trick of the light.

And because Kaeya pretends he doesn’t care, he says, “please; don’t allow me to stop you.”

He takes a seat on the settee as far from you and Diluc as he can manage.

Diluc sets his hands back to the keys and opens with a few, small notes, “do you remember this one?” He asks you.

“How could I forget?” You laugh, “I sang this one at every party and soiree we ever had.”

And Kaeya also instantly recognizes the first chord that Diluc eases out, the tune of it like his childhood. He remembers you standing so small and young, by the piano which seemed so much larger when he was a boy. Your glowing face and sweet, little voice.

And when you open your mouth to sing this time, it’s mature and warm, lower but more distinguished.

The lyrics must come to you like from a dream, he’s sure of it.

As if it was yesterday, you sing the song of a different time, a different lifetime ago it feels like. Of late nights in this very parlor, with laughter and the clinking of glasses. A house full. A heart full.

You sing of angels and the moon in the sky, the stars, and a love from forever ago.

And really, it’s so horribly fitting for you; the song is as in love with the world as you are. How could anyone sleep, you sing, how could anyone close their eyes to the night sky? To love?

Kaeya realizes sharply that he feels as if he’s been sleeping for a very long time.

He’s turned his eyes away from the stars and love and the whole world.

And you, wonder that you are, have been desperately trying to wake him. To show him again.

The last concluding notes ring softly, hang in the air, before you are smiling and leaning onto Diluc’s shoulder, hugging his broad arm to you happily.

Kaeya looks at the two of you, the light and dark of Mondstadt. The joy and pride of the city, so beautiful in the fire.

How could he ever compare to the two of you?

“Kaeya, did you remember that one?” You ask suddenly, turning to face him.

He somehow manages to unstick his voice, and lies, “not really.”

After a moment, a heartbeat where you seem to see right through him, you ask, “shall we go home?”

Yes, he wants to say. Let me take you home. Let me take you away.

Instead, he says, “I’m hardly in a rush.”

You stand from the piano bench and saunter over to him. Diluc turns to watch as you come to stand between his legs, peering down at him.

“I missed you today.” You say honestly, “were you busy?”

Kaeya won’t return the sentiment in front of Diluc. In fact, he’s surprised that you’ve come this close in front of him at all. He thought this was supposed to be between the two of you and no one else.

Selfishly, he wants to keep it that way. He wants you all to himself.

Kaeya glances at his brother, then back to you. Diluc’s eyes narrow fractionally in suspicion as Kaeya says, “very, unfortunately.”

You tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Your fingers drift then, hovering around his jaw like you might touch him more. You don’t. You say, “let’s go home, then.”

You offer him your hand and when he takes it to stand, you don’t drop it. You tuck up against his side. Kaeya feels something wobbly and fragile take a few, tentative steps inside of him, like a newborn fawn.

How strange, he thinks, to imagine you as openly his. How strange, to have your genuine affection, your genuine adoration.

“Thank you for playing with me, Diluc,” you say with a smile, “I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother today.”

“You’re never a bother,” Diluc promises like the gentleman he is, “and I am always charmed to play the piano beside you.”

Diluc glances down at your interlocked hands. You let him look. Kaeya fights the urge to pull away and create distance. You squeeze his hand. You say to Diluc, “perhaps we should throw a soiree, the way our parents used to. I miss being in the manor. And then we can play for everyone again.”

Everyone except the ghosts, Kaeya thinks, their faces pale in his eyes.

Diluc seems as wary as Kaeya is, for once, but it is so hard to deny you. Kaeya knows that well.

As if to sweeten it, you let your head tip onto Kaeya’s shoulder, cuddling up to him even closer, “I think it’d be great fun. A reason to come together again.”

Diluc meets Kaeya’s eyes briefly and he can already feel the scolding he will receive. He can already feel Diluc’s doubt and judgment. But instead of starting a quarrel, he says to you, “Perhaps we can arrange something.”

And really, Kaeya thinks it's a testament to how charming and lovely you are.

You bid Diluc goodnight, sweet as ever, and lead Kaeya out by the hand.

He can feel Diluc’s gaze burning into the center of his back.

And the moment you pull him around the corner and out of Diluc’s eyesight, you turn and suddenly pull him down into a deep, slow kiss.

Kaeya’s eyes flutter in surprise and immediately, he attempts to pull away from you. It’s one thing for Diluc to see the way you held his hand, it’s another thing entirely for him to catch the two of you like this.

You hardly let him get a word out, before you’re pulling him back down into a dirtier, heavier, more desperate sort of kiss.

He yields with a soft, surprised noise of wanting. He kisses you back, just as dirty, just as desperate—tongue licking into your mouth, heat stoking to life along the nape of his neck, the curve of his spine.

When you pull away, he manages to get out, “well. Hello to you, too.”

You smile, wide and lovely. “I did miss you.” You say again, as if you know you have to convince him, and that he never believes you the first time. And still, he thinks you must be lying. You’d never miss him.

But you lean up onto your toes to get him to kiss you again; which he does. Easily, happily. It’s gentler than the previous, a little more content, though no less heated. He draws you closer, as close as you can get. His tongue dips gently into your mouth, deep and hungry and exploring. He feels the fabric of your dress bunch up beneath greedy hands, pulling at them, pawing at you.

A cleared throat.

The two of you jump apart, whirling around to face Diluc in the entryway.

He does not look pleased.

Kaeya, for once, feels like a younger brother again, caught red handed. He opens his mouth for some strange excuse, but you beat him to it;

“We’re taking our role as a couple very seriously. Archon forbid the Fatui question our legitimacy.”

Kaeya can’t help the laugh that barks out of him, before Diluc’s glare forces him to clear his throat and compose himself.

“I can see that.” He says dryly.

“It was my fault,” you then add, “Kaeya is, for once, blameless. I’m a bad influence.”

“I highly doubt that.” Diluc drawls, “he’s never blameless.”

Kaeya opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it again.

“We will truly be taking our leave now.” You then say, tugging at Kaeya’s hand, “goodnight, Diluc!”

The door slams hard behind you.

Kaeya looks at you, your back to the door, chest heaving a little. You look back at him.

And then you burst into laughter. He shakes his head, but he can’t stop the smile that comes onto his face. The laugh of disbelief.

“Diluc is going to kill me,” he finally says, “I can’t believe you.”

“Oh,” you coo, striding past him, “should I protect you? Diluc is harmless.”

Kaeya laughs again, though this time it’s dryer, not as funny, but more ironic.

Well, he has an eyepatch to certainly prove otherwise. You must catch onto his shift in mood, because you take his hand again and assure him, “I’ll deal with Diluc, if you’d like.”

“No,” Kaeya says, “no need to fight my battles.”

“I did get you in trouble.”

“Well, that I can’t deny.” Kaeya agrees with a smile, slipping his hand around your waist and this time, he knows it is real. Realer than ever before.

The stars are bright above your heads. The moon is full and shining like a coin and casting you in its soft light. Your eyes are crinkled in delight.

“You’re also a liar,” you add and Kaeya pauses, looking at you.

It strikes a strange note in him.

You continue, “I thought you said you weren’t the jealous type?”

Kaeya’s brows prick upwards, “did you think I was jealous?”

“Kaeya,” you say his name warmly, with love, “I could feel you glaring a hole into the back of our heads while we were at the piano.”

Kaeya laughs, but it’s rather hollow, “I’m not the jealous type, my dear. I’m sorry to disappoint. Did you have fantasies of being ravished by me in a jealous rage?”

It’s a little barbed.

If you notice (which you do), you don’t take his bait.

“Well, now that you say it…” you tease, walking backwards and in front of him, a sly little smile on your lips.

Kaeya shakes his head, “there’ll be no ravishing.” He promises, “I’m being a gentleman.”

“Hm,” you hum lightly, “and how long do you plan to keep that facade up?”

“It’s not a facade–” he starts to protest, but your hand is winding in the front of his shirt to pull him back into your orbit.

You pull him into a hard kiss.

This one is more desperate. Heavier. Hotter.

He sees what game you’re playing.

The walk home, in Mondstadt’s streets, for everyone and the moon to see, is a game of cat and mouse. Kissing hard and soft, slow and fast, against brick walls and wooden fences. Leaning into shadows and sharp, little gasps. Teasing kisses along the jaw, before slipping away, and back into the night.

You manage to lead him right up to the threshold of his bedroom.

He takes a stance here, roots himself down. He swallows hard—he has to steel himself, he knows.

So he goes no further than the arch of the doorway, no matter how much you pull at him, or kiss him or tease him. And as hard as it is, he doesn’t even sway when you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes; dreamy and enamored.

You look at him like he could be a great man.

It’s absolutely horrifying. His heart jumps in his chest. He can feel as if he can hardly breathe.

“You really won’t sleep with me?” You ask, lips hovering just beneath his. His hands are latched tight to the doorframe of his bedroom as to stay them. To keep his resolve.

Kaeya shakes his head, “I’m a gentleman.”

You let go of a tired sigh, “I don’t need you to be one.”

He swallows hard.

“I’m afraid I need to be one.” He answers.

“I didn’t take you as chaste.” You murmur, kissing at the corner of his mouth, his cheek. All that warmth comes rushing back to him.

“Hardly,” he scoffs reflexively, allowing you room at his throat, down the length of his neck. “But I am trying to preserve–”

He stalls, when he feels your tongue at his pulse.

You blink up at him innocently and supply, “you’re trying to preserve–?”

He clears his throat, “some level of professionality. Dignity, maybe.”

Protection, too, though he isn’t sure anymore if it’s for you or him. Perhaps both.

The only way he sees this ending is poorly–he cannot foresee a current future where you don’t end up disappointed and hurt by him. He cannot see a future where you don’t leave for your own good.

And besides, all things must end, he knows, all people must leave or be left behind.

He was left once and he’s vowed to never be left again, standing in the rain, shivering and young.

(He tries not to think of you—left at an altar.)

You pull away to look up at him, sweet-eyed and gentle, almost amused with him. “If you say so.”

Reluctantly and with a great deal of his strength, he leans away to put distance between you. Coldness sweeps in. He tries to appreciate it. “You should sleep. You have rehearsal early tomorrow morning.”

You step away as well. You offer him a little curtsy in jest, “as you wish, my most proper and chaste lord.”

“I’m a lord?” He asks, astonished.

“A prince?” you ask, “or do you prefer a knight? We can roleplay, if you’d like–”

“Goodnight!” Kaeya announces then, reaching for the doorknob to begin swinging the door closed, to put distance between whatever it is growing between the two of you.

You laugh, though, so warm and wonderful at his antics that he just can’t help it; he kisses you once more, soundly, goodnight.

And this time, he says it gentler, lower and sweeter in a way he knows makes you shiver, “goodnight, princess.”

He watches you fluster, the way you blink up at him. And now it’s his turn to laugh, low and soft and hot, before he quickly swings the door the rest of the way shut. Locking you on the other side of it. Far from his reach.

Lest he do something horrible.

Lest he want you too greatly.

But when he lays down on the couch to sleep that night, he realizes he can hardly sleep at all–and, really, he thinks, who could sleep at all? With the night sky like diamonds, and the way you kiss him like you have everything to lose, and everything to gain.

Like he could be desired to keep.

How could he sleep at all? When there is a door between the two of you? And the world hums and glows and shifts, right from underneath his feet.

How could he sleep? He hears you sing, around and around in his mind, at the piano of his childhood, and the one tonight, a lifetime later.

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Finish the rest on Ao3 ->

a/n: this act was too long to post on tumblr in full and i would've had to split it into three separate posts. i figured linking ao3 would be easiest to finish reading :)) thank you for reading!! let me know your thoughts!! <33

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dublinurvixen · 5 months

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This is my 18+ blog so MINORS PLEASE LEAVE THIS ISN'T FOR YOU!!!

Your age must be in your bio/pinned or get blocked.

Also DNI if your a SH/Feeder/ED/Gore blog/blank blog or if you are racist, transphobic/homophobic,terf, MAP, P3doba!t, I WILL BLOCK ON SITE!

.・。.・゜✭Hello There ^-^ I’m Dublin <3 .✭・.・✫・゜

❥ I'm a 23 year old Kinkster from Northern USA. EST time zone

❥ I'm Bisexual (not a whole lot of experience with women, but MMM WOMEN~)

❥ Submissive, Pet and little. My pet side is way way more prevalent than my little side Though.

❥ I am a Fox, Wolf, Racoon or Kitty pet-player. Most seen is puppy and kitty space. Which is your favorite?

❥ Can be the biggest brat or softest service sub it just depends on how well you train me

❥ I'm currently in a flexible relationship with my Daddy Dom/top BF of three years and I am Polyamorous, not actively looking for a relationship and I will not do long distance. That being said, he knows about my “Hoe activities” and doesn't mind. I have several IRL FWB and a few online that he knows about <3 Our relationship is all about trust and communication and expression. I love him a lot.

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57% Ageplayer

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18% Vanilla

13% Primal (Hunter)

12% Sadist

0% Daddy/Mommy

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0% Degrader

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0% Owner

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bsstories · 2 years

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just thinking abt being in a poly relationship with eren and jean </3

even though it looks like they hate each other’s guts from another person’s perspective, you know better than anyone they love each other just as much as they love you (despite the fact they’ll never admit it in front of other people). you know they love each other when they wrestle each other on your ridiculously big shared bed until one of them pins down the other to give them the longest, deepest kiss; when communicate with only small shifts of their eyes or nudges of their heads about the exact way they want to take you; when jean slowly thrusts into eren, strong legs thrown over his shoulders, one hand entwined with eren’s while the other pushes your head to take eren’s cock deeper into your mouth; when eren takes jean from behind and purposefully grips on to his hips tight enough to leave marks for all of jean’s teammates to see.

eren and jean can be a rather abrasive pair from an outsider’s point of view. both are too headstrong and stubborn for their own good, not to mention remarkably loud. one would question how a relationship dynamic would even function between two people with such strong personalities, but the final piece of the puzzle for them will always be you.

you are the glue that keeps the relationship together, the person that never suppresses their bold personas but finds ways to help them control themselves. you’re the peacekeeper, the caregiver, and they could not be more thankful for how perfectly you balance them out.

in fact, they are so thankful that they downright spoil you. outings and dates, gifts and gestures, silly things like making you go out for a spa day only for you to return to a home cooked meal and a bubble bath, both fit for three. your lovers aren’t the best with words, so they find any way possible to show you how deeply they love and care for you.

you know how much they love you through little things; through the old habits that are unique to each of them and the new ones that develop between the three of you the longer you’re together.

eren is not shy with his love, nor is he stingy with it. he wants everyone to know what’s his at all times. there will never be a moment where eren isn’t touching you, whether it be holding your hand, throwing an arm around your shoulders, gripping your waist, grabbing your ass… you name it, he’s done it. he practically craves confrontation so he can profess his love and adoration for you for all to hear (and because even thought he’ll deny it, he thinks it’s amusing when people are intimidated by him).

jean is a bit more conservative. it’s not that he doesn’t want to be all over you every waking moment of the day, it’s just he doesn’t like the idea of people being able to see how beautiful you look when you’re flustered or turned on. he’s a bit more subtle, opting to link your pinkies together or hold your hand. he’ll leave hickies in places only you, himself, and eren will see, because the knowledge that they’re there is all he needs to remind him that you’re his and eren’s… no one else’s.

you each rotate who plans your dates together but generally, jean is the romantic of the relationship. eren will tease the fuck out of him every time jean so much as buys you & eren a bouquet of flowers (then he’ll secretly take one from each bouquet he receives and press it into a photo album he has filled with memories he has of his favorite people… the man is a closeted sap). but no matter what he says, eren feels his heart soar every time jean pulls another one of his endless streams of romantic gestures, from an anniversary that called for the whole apartment being filled with rose petals and white candles to a sunset picnic at the beach.

eren’s dates are a bit more practical. he doesn’t particularly care what he does with you guys as long as you spend time together. he loves the little domestic moments you share that span from picking out paint colors for your bedroom or grocery shopping. he absolutely lives for cooking meals together in the kitchen, upbeat music playing over your speakers turning dinner into a dance party. eren wishes he could bottle the feeling he has in his chest when you both fall asleep tangled up on the couch together, you and jean sandwiching him in the middle and creating the most comfortable scene he could ever hope for.

eren and jean don’t agree on much, but they both agree that you deserve the world and more. so they do their absolute damndest to give it to you :(((

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samspenandsword · 2 years

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Summary: Kinktober Day 9 — Double Penetration with Boba Fett and Din Djarin Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader/Din Djarin; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Double penetration, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, breast and nipple play, pred/prey kink, dirty talk, mention of filming and taking photos, mention of oral (m and f!receiving), objectification if you squint, dom/sub dynamics, mention of a safeword and the color system, polyamory, Din’s helmet comes off, porn with plot because I’m physically incapable of not including it, language. Word Count: 3.6k

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You were used to staring down a target. You were used to being stared down. Whether you met their eyes head on or were staring into the visor of a helmet, or the bulk of a pair of goggles, the stare down was a tool you had long mastered. What you weren't used to, however, was how he made you feel like prey under his stare. You were a bounty hunter, and a fucking good one. You were the hunter. The predator. You stared others down and they were the ones who broke.

But this... With him...

The T of his hud was familiar to you. You knew the sight and weight of it better than you knew yourself. And it never failed to press into you every single fucking time. It always pressed into you and pinned you down like a trapped bounty who'd just come to the realization that there was no way out. The black of the hud was as good as binders on your wrists, and the shine of the beskar was as good as carbonite, the way it froze you in place.

And when he lifted his helmet, it only got worse. The shade of his brown eyes was darkened and blown wide with lust as he stared you down, hungry and ready to fucking pounce.

You had never felt more like prey than you did when he stared at you. And because it was him, you fucking loved it.

But the man behind you was quick to remind you that he was there too, and he had you in his grasp. He could do with you as he wished. And right now, he was the one who had you pinned down, your back plastered along his thick chest, your legs spread wide by his thighs. Spread open for the warrior in front of you.

He had you held in his strong hands, grasping your hips and holding you down with his thick cock encased in your ass.

"I think Djarin likes this sight," Boba chuckled in your ear. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to make you gasp as his cock stretched you. "Maybe I should set my helmet up to record this one day. Send it to him so he can remember what he's missing on long hunts."

You couldn't move, and even if you wanted to squirm or twitch or thrust your hips, Boba wouldn't have allowed it. His strength held you firmly in place, and you were unable to do anything but lay there on his chest and feel the stretch of him in your ass. You tried your absolute best not to moan, or squirm, or give any indication that you liked the idea he'd so flippantly teased both you and Din with. Because you were not a needy partner. You weren't!

. . .

Okay, you were. And even with Boba buried deep inside you, you could see the tenting of Din's pants, and you wanted him too. With these men, nothing was ever enough. They were never enough. Everything they did to you, whether it was fucking your throat until your voice was hoarse, or pounding your cunt so hard you could barely stand, or eating you so good you literally squirted on their face, giving them even more to dive into, it was never fucking enough.

You and Boba had known each other since you were teenagers. Practically kids. You both had been forced to grow up and fight and scrape and kick and hunt before you were barely teenagers. And by the time you were adults, you both had made names for yourselves as some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy.

You'd met Boba Fett when you were still young. He was a bit older than you, and already renowned through the Outer Rim, and you'd swiped a bounty out from right under his feet.

He'd been planning to kill you for it when he finally tracked you down, but upon meeting you and seeing someone not terribly younger than he was, he let you off with a warning to never fucking do that again.

And who were you to deny yourself, and him, that sort of challenge?

It had become a game to you both. You'd swipe his bounties, he'd track you down and threaten you. Then he'd swipe your bounties, and you'd retaliate by knocking him on his ass in a fight. And after about a decade of back and forth and skirting around each other and taunts and having honest-to-god fun with it, he'd fucked you for the first time.

The game continued. But after that, any time you stole a job of his and he caught you, he fucked you so hard he knew you'd never forget it. And any time you beat his ass, even with that beskar of his, he let you pin him down in Slave 1 and swallow his cock until he physically couldn't cum anymore.

You'd been devastated by the news of his death. Of all the people you'd thought would fall, Boba Fett had never been one of them.

You'd thrown yourself back into the work. Bounty hunting was a profession that never ran dry. There was always a bail jumper to find. A war criminal to track down. A murderer to bring to justice. A thief to steal and lock away. A missing person to locate.

That's when you'd met Din. Or Mando, as you'd known him at the time.

It had been hard to work with him at first, and yet it had been some sort of selfish relief for you. The sight of a figure in beskar had been both painful and sweet. But Mando had been so different from Boba that it honestly made it easier for you that first time you'd teamed up. When you'd both been issued the same puck, rather than grapple over the bounty, Mando had offered to share it. It had taken you off guard, having never met a bounty hunter willing to share before. You'd ended up agreeing just to see if he'd follow through with it.

And he had.

Mando had impressed you. He was just as competent and fierce as Boba had been. Imposing and strong and downright scary when he wanted to be. But he had also just been so polite, and borderline soft-spoken. Where Boba had always been happy to go back and forth with you, Mando was content to simply listen. He could be a painfully quiet man, and it was only after almost a year of knowing each other and occasionally working together that Din had let some of his deadpan, dry humor show.

And by then, you had fallen for him.

Just like you had fallen for Boba.

You'd never been brave enough to tell Boba how you felt. But with Mando, you became terrified of making that same mistake. And though it had taken a while to find the words, you'd eventually told Mando the truth.

He'd whispered his name to you. Din. And fucked you so sweetly it had brought tears to your eyes.

He'd rarely fucked you that sweetly since.

You eventually shared everything with him. Your past, your past with Boba (the fact that Din hadn't known who he was had been both the most hilarious and baffling thing you'd ever heard), and he'd accepted it. And proceeded to blindfold you and eat you out until you cried from overstimulation as a thank you for thrusting him.

So when Boba had showed up on Tython, not only saying that he'd survived a sarlacc but looking like it too, it had been a shock to both you and Din.

A shock that turned into a slightly awkward reunion, then a startlingly easy, powerful team-up, then a friendship, then a friendship full of tension.

Until Din had forced all three of you to acknowledge the change. And to either embrace it or let it pass by.

The three of you had thoroughly embraced it.

Which led you to now, with you impaled on Boba's cock, naked and dripping, and practically drooling at the sight of Din.

"I think our girl wants something," Boba observed dryly. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit again, and you had to bite your lip not to make a sound.

"Then she should use her words," Din responded. His voice rasped with lust at the sight before him. A glorious sight. A tempting sight.

"Hear that?" Boba rumbled into your ear. You craned your neck back, craving his touch. It made him chuckle and press a quick kiss to your shoulder. "Use your words."

It took all you had to unclench your jaw, swallowing the moan that automatically wanted to sound. "... Please... Want you, Din..."

Din nearly groaned at your voice and need. You looked so good like this, spread eagle before him, offered to him, your second hole stuffed full, blossoming and stretching around Boba's thick cock. Your breasts were bare and nipples puffy with need. Your neck stretched into a tantalizing curve, and your mouth was open with pleasure and want. Din could see you trembling a little, kept torturously in place by Boba's strength when all you wanted was to be wrecked.

Din wasn't able to deny you anything, but he couldn't help teasing you a little longer.

He couldn't help teasing you both.

"Sounds like you're not enough for our girl, Fett."

Your mouth went dry while your cunt gushed at the words, but all Boba did was chuckle.

"Careful, Djarin. Or I'll make you watch for a week."

You weren't sure if that was more of a punishment for you or Din, but neither of you liked the idea of that.

"That's what I thought. Now get over here and help me ruin our girl."

This time, you couldn't hide the moan those words forced out of you. And Din needed no further encouragement.

Boba simply chuckled again.

Only when he was completely bare did Din finally approach. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, from the sinew of his thighs to the fluffiness of his hair, from the hungry gleam in his eyes to the scars decorating his body, from the predatory gait of his steps, to the dark hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his swollen cock, bouncing with every step he took.

Din climbed onto the bed, leaning over you and making your breath hitch.

Just in time for him to kiss you. Softly. Tenderly. And you couldn't help smiling into it.

"Okay, cyar'ika?" he asked.

"With you home, how could I not be?" you said.

Din smiled too, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"Going soft on us, Djarin?" Boba quipped behind you. You smothered a giggle. Din had always had a measure of softness in his love that Boba didn't, and you were endlessly amused at how Boba continued to pretend he didn't like it.

Good thing both you and Din knew better.

"Just for that, I'm not kissing you," Din shot back, exchanging a grin with you.

You couldn't see it, but you just knew Boba's jaw had ticked.

"Get to work, Djarin," Boba just said instead. "Our girl's a little too coherent for my tastes."

Din looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He shrugged a little. "You heard the boss."

You scoffed, about to mention that last you checked, Din was technically Mand'alor, but Din's fingers had suddenly found your cunt, swiping through your slick and thoroughly silencing you.

Din groaned at how wet you were, his cock instantly twitching at the feel of your juice on his fingers.

"How long has she been like this?" Din asked Boba.

"Is our girl never not wet and ready for us?" Boba replied.

You whimpered a little, eyes squeezing closed and cheeks hot with mortification and arousal.

Din chuckled darkly in agreement, slick fingers coming up to touch your face. You opened your eyes automatically at the touch, and the feel of your own wetness smearing on your skin.

"What do you want, cyar'ika?" Din asked.

The locking of your eyes with his made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. But you forced yourself, swallowing hard to wet your mouth.

"Want you, Din," you said, somewhere between a whisper and a plea. "Want you inside me."

"Want me to fuck this cunt?" he said, voice just as quiet as yours had been. His slick fingers slipped into your mouth, and you swirled the flavor of yourself on your tongue. "Want me to fuck your cunt while Fett fucks your ass?" You whimpered around his fingers. "Want us to ruin you?"

Din's fingers popped from your mouth, and you gasped. "Yes!" you breathed, nearly begged. "Yes, please!"

"Such good manners," Boba praised. His thighs still locked your legs in place, keeping them nice and wide open for Din. "But be careful what you wish for."

Din's smile was just as dark as Boba's words.

Din didn't even bother slipping his fingers inside you to do more than gather your wetness, spreading it on his cock with a groan. Your eyes never left him, following the strokes eagerly. Your breasts heaved with every anticipatory breath you took, and Din pressed a kiss to the swell of one as he climbed back over you.

"Remember the safeword?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Say it," Boba said.

"Ge'tal."

Mando'a, for "red."

"Good," Boba said. His hands left your hips for the first time, stroking up to your waist. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

You gulped, trembling with anticipation as Din lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was incredible, and though you'd done this before, taken both your partners together, it still choked the air out of you every single time. Din's soothing voice reminded you to breathe in, and Boba's hands stroked your skin soothingly.

When Din was fully seated inside you, you all groaned loudly. Din would never, never be used to the feel of you, how tight you squeezed him. How wondrously you fit him, that perfect cunt of yours practically sucking him inside you. Nor would he ever get used to the rub of Boba's cock, just barely separated from his by a thin wall of skin.

Boba groaned at the weight of you on top of him, a weight he absolutely loved. And the sight of the blissed expression on Din's face as he sheathed himself inside you. And the squeeze of you around him, Din's cock making you just that much tighter.

And you — Boba had gotten what he wanted. You were barely coherent. How could you be? Both men knew your body as intimately as they knew their own, as they knew each other's. These men could wreck and work you like no one else ever could, and with them both stretching and stuffing you full, working together to ruin you in a way they knew you loved, you were practically done for already.

Din smirked a little. The visual of you like this — impaled upon him and Boba, so thoroughly cockdumb — was a visual that he planned to live with forever.

And with a tiny nod from Boba, he slowly pulled out. And as he did so, Boba raised you by your waist, lifting you off of his cock.

You moaned so beautifully as they did.

And you moaned so beautifully again when Boba sank you back down and Din thrust back into your cunt.

The rhythm started slow. It usually did, the men letting you relax into the feeling of taking both of them. You always took them so gorgeously, so perfectly, and with a whisper of "Vorpan," Mando'a for "green," they knew you were ready.

The moans you had tried so hard to swallow earlier fully escalated into cries of ecstasy as your partners pounded into your holes. At first in sync, then in an oscillating rhythm that meant you were never without a cock inside you. As Din withdrew, Boba thrust in, and as Boba relaxed his thrusting hips and thighs, Din speared into you. You registered their voices, both encouraging and praising and moaning with pleasure, but none of the words truly made it through the garble of bliss clouding your entire being.

A sharp little yank on your nipple from Boba made you yelp. It brought your focus to the words being said. And you realized they actually weren't talking to you at all.

"Listen to that cunt," Boba was saying. His chest rippled against your back, and he gave your nipple a soothing little rub.

Din was braced over you, encasing your body as he worked in and out of you. His lip curled up as he ground out, "Best cunt in the galaxy."

You whined between them, listening to the lewd squelching of your own arousal as Din soaked himself in it. Your hips twitched with each new wave of slick that gushed out of you and spilled down to pool over Boba's girth. You felt so overwhelmed, stuffed absolutely full and stretched to your limits, and yet it wasn't enough.

With Din and Boba, it was never fucking enough.

And as Din and Boba worked in and out of you, trading dirty little comments about your cunt and ass and the bounce of your tits, about their cockdumb little sleeve, about how good you looked stuffed full, about how you weren't going to be able to walk tomorrow, about how your greedy little holes couldn't get enough of them, and how maybe they should both fuck your cunt next time, or both fuck your ass, all you could do as lay there, pinned between them, and take it.

One of Boba's hands squeezed around your tit, rolling and kneading it, presenting it to Din, who swiftly leaned down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You cried out, one hand reaching back to grasp at Boba while the other flew to clutch Din's hair.

"There we go," Boba said. His voice had deepened as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "You know she loves it when we play with those tits."

Din hummed around you, his tongue tweaking your bud and making you shake underneath him.

Boba reached down, finding your clit. You nearly screamed as he rubbed it furiously.

You were so close, so fucking close, and how you hadn't cum yet was blowing your hazy mind, so fucked and filled with bliss you were reduced to nothing but broken cries of pleasure.

Three more thrusts. Three more thrusts from your partners was all it took to throw you over the edge.

"Boba! Din!"

And you came hard.

Seizing between them, your entire body clenched with ecstasy. Your cunt turned into a vice around Din, and he grunted as you clamped down around him and practically ripped his own orgasm out of him. Thrusting into you as hard and far as he could, Din came, his seed spurting out of him and stuffing you full.

And when Boba heard Din's guttural groan, and felt the furious clenching of you around him, he wasn't far behind. Burying himself in you as far as he could and yanking you down on top of him, Boba exploded inside your ass.

You climax dragged you in its wake for what felt like hours, but finally, the muscles in your body released, and your body practically gave out, sinking into Boba's front. Every muscle felt like it had been turned to jelly, and trembled in the aftermath of your high.

Din pulled out from you as gently as he could, his own legs feeling a little shaky as he kneeled beside you on the bed.

"Gonna lift you now, princess," Boba was saying. "On three..."

Together, he and Din lifted you up gently, until Boba's softening cock slid out of your ass. You were so worn out you could barely even wince at the sudden empty feeling.

But you reacted with a teasing little smirk as you heard Din and Boba's simultaneous groans, knowing you were gaping. Then, with a gentle clench, you elicited another groan from them as they watched Din's spend slowly trickle out of you.

"I'll start the bath," Din murmured. You continued to smirk as he struggled to tear himself away from the both of you. But he eventually stood, pressing matching kisses to yours and Boba's cheeks and disappearing into the fresher.

Boba began to massage your thighs.

"Feeling okay?" he rumbled, nuzzling into your neck from where he was now laying beside you. You hummed and smiled softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Not sure how I'll be walking tomorrow," you said, making Boba chuckle, "but I'm okay."

Boba hummed and kissed you. You curled into him, tangling your tongue with his.

When he pulled away, your breaths mingled.

"You better recover quick, princess," he said, quietly, conspiratorially, "because Din just got home. And I think that merits something a little more... focused, on him."

A spike of heat shot through you at the suggestion, and your lips quirked into a salacious little smirk.

"I agree."

Din came back into the bedroom right at that moment. He had to pause at the sight of you two, his partners, tangled together in the aftermath of what he thought was a perfect homecoming.

But with the way you looked up at him, with a hungry, hooded gaze through fluttering lashes, and the way Boba lounged, eyebrow quirked just enough to be noticeable, Din felt his mouth go dry.

The night wasn't over yet.

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I didn't upload my disney trip because I felt guilty I was at Disney and my husband is overseas and miserable doing army stuff and I just felt like such a bad spouse. Sometimes I wonder if I'm on the spectrum because I just do not comprehend social cues. However, he's on a neat Christmas trip right now in Rome and seemingly doing some cool once-in-a-lifetime Christmas stuff right now. So I think its ok. I don't know how much I'm typing so Ill put it under a keep-reading tag. But my in-laws didn't want me to be alone for Christmas so they paid for my Disneyland ticket..I mean I went and bought the tickets because I get a discount but they paid me back. I drove to their house 8 hours away and we all shuttled in a car and drove the 6 more hours to Disney. I honestly think in many ways Disneyland is superior to Disneyworld. The primary reason I'd ever want to go back to DW would be for the food/wine festivals in Epcot. I think its like a great woo-girl-girls-trip and I'd like to go with my sisters one day.

anyway.

We visited a food-hall in LA the day we got there. Me and my husband took my MIL to a couple food halls in Atlanta and she thought it was a neat idea and found one in LA and wanted to show her family. I forgot what it was called already but I got a pastry and a creme brulee coffee that got actually torched like a creme brulee. They also had a southern food restaurant and I got shrimp and grits just so I can judge it as I lived in Georgia for long. It was pretty good. Bit greasy but the food hall itself was really cute. I just honestly with these food halls, I need more kitschy shopping.

We then went to the Disney shopping district and you can judge but I did spend a lot of money on starwars earrings and all the simba merch I could find. Which was not that much but still very expensive. A lot of stuff is under construction. I really just wanted some Christmas themed cocktails and their main bar was down.

we spent the next couple days at CA and DL. We had park hoppers. I wanted to do the Festival of the Holidays which I thought was a bit disappointing compared to the food and wine I've had in epcot in the past.

I took a lot of clips rather than pictures because I thought about posting to youtube but I don't think I will. I did upload them all to facebook though.

The festival alcohol I swear didn't have alcohol in it. For the record I rarely ever drink alcohol ever. But for this trip I kinda just wanted to relax and not rush ride to ride and just browse and sip something that tasted like Christmas.

There is an interesting food dynamic with my in-laws that I can't explain the entire situation here but I did have to wander off a bit in search of the food. I got a turkey thanksgiving empanada which was pretty good and I think my favorite thing I had was the tamales and there were some little chicken bites that were good too. But these sandwiches were a bit of a disappointment and I found hair in the coleslaw.

random photos. We accidentally found Tiana by herself and we got a photo and she was absolutely lovely. I really wanted to buy some sort of a spirit jersey and I just couldn't find one that I thought was worth it. They did have a red The Lion King one but it was kind of too-red for me. I did find this green lion king hoody though which was nice. I got a lot of compliments on my everything..I swear to god this random guy came up to me like a cartoon character and he yells "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SIMBA" the one I have hooked onto my shoulder. As he screams it about 15 of his own little magnitized character clip ons and pins pop off of him. It reminded me of the witch from the bugs bunny cartoons where her hair pins would fall out.

I did get to see the Festival of the Lion King show. I've never seen this one. I've seen the one at Disneyworld years ago which was really cool. I didn't know DL had one and I guess this is one of its last performances so I teared up a little.

Primarily me and my SIL who I absolutely love spent a lot of time in Star Wars. I had forgotten until we were wandering around that DL is the one place that has the Cal Kestis lightsaber so I went on a hunt to find it. I'm not gonna buy it but I did find it! I also was not fast enough to get a photo with kylo ren but I didn't realize they had little R2D2s walking the park either. I don't think they have R2 at DW.

I also am a bad planner. I'm not one of those disney adults that can plan out an entire day. I was afraid to try and reserve any sort of dining because again the odd food situation. But I did manage to sneak into Ogas Cantina which was imo, a much better experience then the one in orlando by far. It seemed bigger, more spacious and the food was actual food and these were the strongest drinks I'd had in the park.

They tell you you have 45 mins and you have to get out but we stayed a bit later than that and nobody harassed us. If I went back to DL again I'd hundred percent try and get a reservation here and at the Blue Bayou again. I was also trying to refresh the app to look for an opening in lamplight lounge but alas, it did not open.

the new Marvel version of Tower of Terror I thought was also a lot of fun. And the Haunted Mansion! I feel like like they should leave it Nightmare Before Christmas all the time! I've never been on it this time of year at DW but it was wonderful here at DL. My first time seeing the Jack Skellington stuff. Also! Jack was out as a character wandering the park which I'd never seen before either.

I have to say I was really impressed with the handicap accessibility of some rides. My FiL is blind and utilizes a wheelchair most times and we managed to take him on Mickeys Runaway Rail and I was very impressed with the transfer lane for that. Very impressed with the cast members.

but I think my favorite rides are still Rise of the Resistance and lowkey, Smugglers Run. I feel like everybody hates on Smugglers Run but my stomach and chest hurt so bad from laughing. This ride was hilarious with the right group of people. 6 of us went in and I swear my MILs elderly sister was coming out of her seatbelt rolling around on the floor because my piloting skills were so bad. The funniest experience I've had on a ride.

Before RotR came out though I was a huge Universal Studios fan because their Harry Potter world was just so immersive (I'm aware in recent days HP is controversial) that disney just didn't compare. But they caught on with the StarWars real fast. It is super impressive and they just need to roll out more star wars add-ons. Especially to compete with Universals nintendo and how to train your dragon thats coming out soon in orlando.

The trackless rides are just so clever and I'm excited to see where that technology goes.

oh and the weather! I don't know how to dress for California and I dont understand it. Last couple years we went to Knotts Berry Farm and I froze to death every time. November and December I'm freezing. I keep expecting it to be like Florida weather I guess and it isn't. I keep bringing warm weather clothes and freezing. We were in LA back in June/July to visit the beach and it was 70 and I was freezing. Not beach weather. This year, I bring all winter clothes. Fleece leggings and tights to wear under jeans and coats and hoodies....it got up to 80 one of the days we were there and I got really hot. I brought a tank top and that was it. Everything else was winter. California you killing me.

but thats about it for now I think. That I can think of anyway. Overall both of my Disneyland trips I've had have been better than my Disneyworld trips.

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James Bridle's "Ways of Being"

[Image ID: The cover for the Farrar, Strauss, Giroux edition of James Bridle's 'Ways of Being.']

It’s hard to pin down the thesis of James Bridle’s Ways of Being, published today in the USA by Farrar, Strauss, Giroux — it’s a big, lyrical, strange and inspiring book about the “more than human world” — a world that encompasses the worldview of animals, ecosystems, and software.

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9780374601119/waysofbeing

[Image ID: A photo of James Bridle’s ‘Autonomous Trap 001’ installation. It depicts a compact car in an empty parking lot, inside two concentric salt circles, the inner circle is a solid line, the outer circle is a dashed line. The photo is taken from a high point overlooking the parking lot, and encompasses rolling green hills and distant snowy mountains in the background.]

Bridle, an English artist and technologist who lives in Greece, pulls on so many threads to tell this tale. Some will be familiar to people who encountered some of his viral work, like the homemade self-driving car he “trapped” in a salt-circle that simulated the unbroken lane-markings the car was trained to respect.

https://jamesbridle.com/works/autonomous-trap-001

[Image ID: A still from the now-deleted Youtube children’s animation ‘BURIED ALIVE Outdoor Playground Finger Family Song Nursery Rhymes Animation Education Learning Video,’ depicting two rows of cartoon characters such as Elsa, Spiderman, Venom, Hulk and the Joker; the forward row has been buried up to its necks.]

Or his investigation “Something is wrong on the internet,” which revealed a vast web of incredibly disturbing children’s animation and programming, much of it automatically produced, that had taken over kids’ Youtube and was absorbing billions of hours of viewing time worldwide:

https://medium.com/@jamesbridle/something-is-wrong-on-the-internet-c39c471271d2

These are two of the threads woven into Ways of Being: that two “inanimate” objects — a homebrew self-driving car and a recommendation algorithm — both have distinct worldviews (Bridle uses the cybernetician’s term umwelt) and these worldviews create desires, which impact us.

The impact is bidirectional. Our own umwelt and desires impact these inanimate objects, too; we are inextricably tangled up with them. Their actions result from our actions, and our actions result from theirs.

This dynamic doesn’t stop with recommendation systems or autonomous vehicles. The whole world — from microscopic organisms that are neither animals nor plants to birds to primates, to plants and the fungi that interpenetrate and coexist with their root cells — is part of this phenomenon.

Indeed, the interconnectedness of everything is so profound and so undeniable that any close examination of any phenomenon, being, or object leads to the inescapable conclusion that it can’t be understood as a separate, standalone thing, separate from everything else.

This kind of abstract claims of interconnectedness aren’t new, but Bridle ranges far and wide to find concrete and marvellous ways of illustrating it. Many of his examples come from cybernetics and computer science, describing the ways that computers transcend their limits when they are combined with noncomputers. These examples range from random number generators that use lava lamps as seed values to analog computers that use actual water to model fluid dynamics to computer-human collaborations.

But these technological examples lead smoothly to examples from the natural world, where Bridle finds a wealth of category-confounding phenomena, including things that can only be called “language,” “democracy,” “negotiation,” and even “intelligence.” These examples include elephants and tree roots, far-ranging wolves and river watersheds.

Bridle wants us to understand that our convenient categories are not just useful handles that empower us to grab onto abstract concepts — they also limit us, by forcing us into umwelts that are walled off from the most powerful, useful ways of relating to the rest of the world.

One of Bridle’s most provocative moves is mixing of the natural and the technological worlds, which he pulls off in a way that is implausibly convincing. Computers are actually a very good way of understanding nature. The models of networks that we built after the emergence of the World Wide Web turn out to shed light on the webs of nature that had been right there all along.

New technological endeavor, such as machine learning systems, likewise illuminate concepts that have been missing from our understanding of the natural world. The fact that we can build systems that we can’t interrogate or fully understand — but still find useful — is a way of settling the most troubling aspect of the collapse of our categories argued for in the book’s first half.

Finding ways to co-exist with systems we can’t fully explain or control — finding ways to collaborate with those systems — is an ancient idea, one that connects well with indigenous ways of being and ancient animist practices. It’s also the underlying premise of cybernetics — the use of feedback mechanisms and sensors to understand the wider world.

Sometimes cybernetics seeks to steer the world — in the same way that a beaver builds a dam, or a First Nation uses controlled fire to tend to ancient forests, or the way that we build seismic dampers into our tall buildings. But just as often, cybernetics simply seeks to accommodate the world, the way livestock run away from a volcano before it erupts, or the way a First Nation moves from a summer settlement to a winter one, or the way we respond to weather forecasts by changing our weekend plans.

Thus, drawing on cybernetics, Bridle builds a bridge to the “more than human” world, where a kind of personhood can be imputed to machines, the environment, animals, and plants — a personhood, moreover, that can never be separated from our own.

Bridle argues that every time our human societies has expanded their view of personhood — of the right of something to be respected on its own terms, rather than because it is beneficial to “real” people — everyone has benefited. The extension of personhood to enslaved and colonized people, to women, to children, and, in limited ways, to animals, was universally beneficial.

Again, Bridle moves from this abstract idea to a broad swathe of concrete examples. One of my favorites is the story of the Gitmo iguanas. For decades, the people whom the US government has imprisoned and tortured in Guantanamo have been denied access to the US courts. US government lawyers argue that Gitmo is outside of the jurisdiction of US law, and thus a place where humans have no right to legal protections.

That started to change in 2007, when Reuters reporters tipped off detainees’ lawyers to the fact that Guantanamo soldiers were prohibited from harming the endangered iguanas on the base, subjected to penalties under the Endangered Species Act. This led the detainees’ lawyers successfully arguing to the Supreme Court that Gitmo was within US legal jurisdiction.

https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna22161810

Bridle describes this as “the iguanas speaking for the humans,” or, more prosaically, the decision to protect iguanas — not because we find them pretty or delicious or useful, but because they deserve rights on their own terms — increased the protections for people, too.

Ways of Being is a book that argues against systems of control and category, and for systems in which everything is understood to be connected to everything else, valuable both on its own terms and because we are part of it and it is part of us.

It’s a book that doesn’t come to a crisp articulation of this thesis, because it is a book that argues against crisp articulations themselves. It is broad and weird and complicated, delightful and poetic. At one point, Bridle recounts how, during a lecture, he briefly and radiantly understood quantum mechanics. It was a transcendant but fleeting experience.

At many points in Ways of Being, I had similar experiences — moments of illumination and understanding. In retrospect, I find myself struggling to describe these moments. But that is Bridle’s point, after all. The inability to define the universe is, in the end, a feature and not a bug.

#pluralistic

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idigitizellp21 · 5 months

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Social Media Hidden Gems for Digital Marketers

Did you know, in India there are about 470.1 million active social media users (Log in at least once in a month) in 2022. (information ref link: https://bit.ly/3QR4Wa0

I am sure you have a presence on various social media platforms by now, but have you been doing it right? Embarking on a journey through the vibrant landscape of social media strategy, from the artful use of hashtags and crafting compelling bios to framing inclusivity with alt text and embracing the storytelling prowess of carousels.

This blog aims to delve into key elements that elevate online presence and engagement

1. Hashtags: Unlocking the true potential of social media requires delving into the world of hashtags – those small but mighty symbols that can elevate your content to new heights. Crafting the perfect hashtag strategy involves more than just adding popular tags; it’s about precision, relevance, and strategic thinking. In the vast landscape of social media, hashtags act as guiding lights, leading your content to the audience that needs it the most. Tip: Ensure a perfect blend of the following

Add post-related hashtags,

Include industry-specific high-performing keywords,

Location,

Branding hashtags (if any).

Note: Avoid the peril of banned hashtags, as they can hinder your reach and potentially tarnish your brand image.

2. Profile Bio: Crafting a compelling profile bio is like creating a digital handshake – it’s often the first impression users have of your online presence. A well-crafted bio not only introduces you or your business but also communicates your personality, values, and expertise in a concise manner. Some insightful reasons why you must spend quality time designing your profile bio:

First Impressions Matter

Quick Overview

Keyword Optimization Opportunity

3. Alt text: Unlocking inclusivity on social media involves more than vibrant visuals; it’s about creating an inclusive experience for everyone online. By incorporating alt text to all your static posts be it a single or a carousel post, you are successfully creating an invisible description accessible through screen readers for the visually impaired audience allowing them to engage with their drawbacks. Tip: Grab this opportunity to describe your post with seamless keyword infusion without over-spamming them.

4. Carousel: A carousel on social media is your perfect storytelling toolkit, a dynamic canvas to organize and structure your content in an appealing visual manner. This not only allows you to break down complex information into digestible but also engaging bites. It’s more than just a series of images; it’s a journey, a progression of steps that guides your audience through a narrative. Tip: Ideally used to demonstrate step-by-step instructions, carousels weave together graphics, videos, and photos seamlessly.

5. Comments: Comments are the backbone of social media, and the more vibrant the conversation, the farther your outreach extends. Building a community is not just about posting; it also involves actively engaging with others be it within your industry or outside. Commenting on recent posts, especially those related to your niche, creates a sense of camaraderie. Meaningful comments that add value to the discussion resonate more than emojis or gifs. Tip: Pin your most insightful comments as it can act as a post booster, emphasizing community interaction.

While strategies like hashtags, carousels, and comments amplify your content in order to attract new audiences to your social media handles, maintaining a happy set of current followers is vital. Keep them engaged with intriguing questions, polls, and quizzes, ensuring a dynamic community that encourages familiarity and fresh interactions.

Polls: Utilizing polls in your stories provides a swift and engaging way for your audience to express preferences or opinions. Questions: Incorporating questions in your stories prompts meaningful interactions. By inviting your audience to share thoughts, experiences, or insights, you open up a two-way conversation. Quizzes: Adding quizzes to your stories introduces an element of gamification, turning passive viewers into active participants. Quizzes challenge your audience’s knowledge or preferences, creating a sense of excitement and competition.

Quick Social media hidden gems rundown:

Remember, the social media journey begins with posting. Being the most loved social media service provider in Mumbai, we recommend you regularly check for insights to assess the effectiveness of your graphics and chosen hashtags. Analyze which ones are resonating with your audience and contributing to engagement. Explore the search page to see if your posts rank within those hashtags. Understand what your audience is searching for and adapt your strategy accordingly.

At iDigitize, we believe social media success is an ongoing experiment – embrace, refine, and watch your online presence flourish.

BE SEEN, GET CONNECTED, GO VIRAL!

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thebandcampdiaries · 10 months

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Kenny MOB has just released a new project: "TODAY"

Don't feel like reading? Here is the audio version of this article!

June 2023 - Southern rap artist Kenny MOB has recently released a brand new studio work: “TODAY,” which was produced by Mr. GRUV.

On this track, he actually partnered up with Jay Da FRANCHIZE WATTS, who joined in to bring this song to an even higher level! Both rappers really shine on this track, and the synergy they bring to the song is awesome.

Kenny MOB stands out due to his innate ability to make music that blurs the lines between various styles, but staying true to his Southern hip-hop roots. This means that he isn’t just trying to entertain the audience, but express himself and his background on a deeper level. “TODAY” is a fresh and genuine rap track that shows the artist’s willingness to convey something deeper and connect with the audience on a much more personal level. "TODAY" is just the perfect representation of Kenny MOB.

“TODAY” offers a warm, no-fuss sound that’s far from some of today’s overly polished rap song. The beat in particular is outstanding because of its diverse rhythmic patterns that are influenced by so many different styles. There’s an underlying drum tone that’s reminiscent of old-school rap, but there are also some amazing percussion elements that add an extra spice to the groove. On the song, the fusion of unique instrumentation and sounds not often found in mainstream hip-hop with electronic production techniques creates a rich and dynamic sonic palette. This is a perfect backdrop for Kenny MOB and Jay Da FRANCHIZE WATTS, who really get to stand out with their killer vocal chops. The vibe of the vocals is really exciting, reminiscent of the “golden age” of rap music and tipping the hat off to all the greats, while retaining a unique touch.

In fact, “TODAY” will appeal to fans of artists such as UGK, OutKast, Goodie Mob, Master P., 2pac, Biggie, T. I, Eight ball and MJG, only to mention a few. Still there is definitely a one-of-a-kind approach that makes Kenny MOB’s vibe really hard to pin down. This isn’t the kind of artist that you can box in!

Find out more about Kenny MOB and listen to “TODAY,” featuring the talented Jay Da FRANCHIZE WATTS, on your favorite digital streaming services.

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Ignore all my typos or punctuation marks/lack thereof, I’m not well at all, I’m numb head to toe and cold too and my pressure or breathing keeps getting shallow. I’ll have to remind myself that Aneri DOESN’T exist, she never did actually and that’s how he saw it too considering whatever I’ve shared here:

A - No one cares about my life in fact people are okay with letting someone die in front of them (because of them) ‘cuz they hate you so much that they are willing to commit a murder, they think no one’s watching.

B - He was trying to test not just my patience but also my character (I’ve shared most of the things on FB - Zara Sauleh) I can’t be defined, I’ve got a multidimensional & dynamic persona, you won’t be able to read me like that, I’ve met so many ppl from his field and they all have only one job other than F*cking, they love stereotyping girls and putting them in different categories, dude I’m not a “cliché” like you’ll, when you can’t make a girl feel SPECIAL at least don’t generalise her, how dare you? Is that why you’ll approach us on dating apps? To put us down? I’m the rarest of the rare… I’m irreplaceable and unforgettable, I’m both special and elusive. Maximum men from the TV industry are misogynistic, they only know how to use and throw. This is what reminded me of that and what gave rise to the “Manwh0re” theory https://www.facebook.com/100004442831729/posts/pfbid0gtNpJz5meFuEFrKkx3KRghXK7onGiZjY8XqrwdtqDqpjfTZvgJYaoZ8MUrEVH7Mtl/?d=n Somewhere in 2016-17 He created an account on Kik and Skype (new) with shirtless photos, when I was speaking to him as Aishwarya (sock puppet ID) I had mentioned Kik and Omegle and asked him if he was there on those apps and he had said he wasn’t. Here: He had made me so conscious about my looks that I had started posting half selfies as in just the chin and pout (I loved lipsticks ever since I was a kid but I wasn’t allowed to wear ‘em, after meeting him I started dressing up even more and I was living again after having a traumatic childhood and past I was only 20) so I would decide the whole look with different lip colours and lipglosses and I would always highlight my eyes and lips more when it came to makeup, there are two types of photos - Titillating and Anonymous, as a 20 year old I saw the 3/4th of my face chin-pout as the latter, so girls would either click selfies with hands on their face or hair or just the 3/4th part to look anonymous or random cuz we are made to feel extremely conscious about our looks… and even then those men mock us and make fun of these selfies, it’s easy to do that it’s difficult to survive even after bearing so much derision from the opposite gender. I’ll cut through the details now, so I wanted to click random, anonymous, mysterious (but not by any means sensual) selfies so I would just click the 3/4th part or sometimes even hands with finger rings, etc. Secondly when I asked him if he was on those apps Kik and Omegle, it was because of some other reason which I’ll share after writing what he did. He created an account on Kik for her/me (even though he wasn’t there on Kik before) and kept a shirtless DP and since Omegle has started focusing more on its Webcam version (and it’s primarily known for that now) he downloaded Skype, created a new account there and uploaded a shirtless pic on that too… He used his adult mind, I was 20, he was 7 years older so he used that and he wanted to “test” me, he thought I was asking him all that because Kik was as a sexting app (thanks to lascivious bots 🤖) and Omegle was also known as that. These were my reasons - I had seen Kik in my brother’s phone, I thought it was a messenger and I liked the notification buzz, the image and sound quality and multitude of options you had there to share links, embed links, gifs, images, videos, an in built internet browser for multi-viewing and it had games too with multiplayer… I was suggesting Kik cuz I had no friends and no one to talk to and I wanted to use that app since long, I was bullied on BBM and I felt it was jinxed this is exactly why I was initially reluctant to share my BB pin and he was trying to take out that grudge; I wanted him to move to some other alternative… so I suggested this app, it was faster too and less glitchy than BBM

I also named Omegle because of this - I knew he hated me because my looks were not good enough so I thought I won’t be a spoilt sport and I’ll still try to see if he could get less superficial and get to know the real me as in the person I was on the inside (as a 20 year old I thought I’ll give it a shot) I suggested him that to see if he was there so that I’ll get to talk to him anonymously, you can connect with people via similar interests as in same keywords for a text chat (not talking about video calling) I thought I’ll put some keywords in his mind and he might use them there, I didn’t want to deceive him or anyone, I just wanted a fair chance, I don’t even dress up anymore, my life is a mess I’m sick 24 x 7 I get abused I’m bed ridden so I don’t click any selfies now but everytime I use random aesthetic pics for my DP I feel like “justifying it” cuz again my intention is not to deceive people, otherwise I wouldn’t have said that I’m ugly now or more ugly (in his case) cuz I was always ugly for him. Next, when I was in a better state to write (a few years ago) I once challenged God to connect me with some Human on Omegle who wud talk about Ghosts and stuff, cuz there are several bots there as well who send automated messages like “Hey you wanna be my Sugar daddy Xx” I was so angry that day I challenged him at 10:00 in the night and in the first attempt itself I was connected to someone from Australia who was super excited to talk about paranormal stuff & he had many real life ghost stories to share and so did I, you know I have plenty of them… at least I wasn’t “boring” for him.

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godlygreta · 2 years

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behind the lens | all

title | behind the lens

summary | a delicious job opportunity presents itself, how can you say no?

warnings | MAJOR !! NSFW 18+ CONTENT

there are: protected and unprotected sex, voyeurism, being filmed, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names, dom/sub dynamic, exhibitionism, smoking, drinking alcohol, cream pie, tattoo jake (yes, that’s a warning), orgasm denial, use of a vibrator, spanking, being tied up

word count | 15k+

author’s note | this is so fucking whore knee and fucking LONG i’m sorry for this novel of a fic lmfao i’m glad i wrote it lmfao. anyways... i hope y’all enjoy this !! this is for all my slutty lil bebes :)

thank you to the sweetest, kindest, amazing-est, and horniest editor on planet earth, @screechesincoherently -- you are my moon & all of my stars ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

You never wanted to get into porn necessarily.

It was more of a convenience thing than anything. You had student debt you had to pay off, ridding yourself of the letters they would send reminding you of their existence. You always added it onto the pile of things you had to pay. You kept up with payments, although it was never that much at a time. If you had extra money left over after paying for rent, extra utilities, and groceries, it essentially was split between gas money and your student debt.

You knew some pornstars made a decent amount of money. You had even done a little research into how much they make, although you had run into a few instances of people not getting paid the way they should. And so, besides the general research you did into the wages, you also looked into various websites, who needed new actresses, as they called them.

The website you had landed on was vastly different from the ones you had seen. It was discreet, taking you to a separate website depending on the ‘actress’ you picked; it was almost like their own personal websites, leading to an entire filmography of one specific person.

The directors even had their own little filmography pages. There were only a few directors, only one of them being a man. His name wasn’t displayed for obvious reasons, but his initials were: JMK, and you clicked on the little ‘About Me’ section underneath his photo, bringing you to an entire list of his works. It took you a second to realize that not only did he direct some of them, but he was also starring in some of them.

You clicked on one video in particular, where the screengrab looked like he was subbing. And he was.Your eyes only widened at how beautiful he was, pinned underneath a beautiful woman. Hands handcuffed to the metal bars of the headboard, head against the wall while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her hand went at a relentless speed, slowing down every time JMK mentioned he was going to cum.

You scrolled through a few of his other videos, briefly watching the ones he had directed. They were beautiful - more like actual movies than porn. The editing was out of this world and the color scheme was always fitting. All the videos you had thought of when you thought of porn was what PornHub had.

It was easy enough to apply, sending in your contact information and your availability. You got an email within the day asking when you could possibly meet up for an interview. You agreed that next week Tuesday was alright for the both of you. He texted your number after asking if that way of communication was alright for you, which it was. Just a brief message telling you what cafe to meet him at and what time.

And then Tuesday came.

The week went by fast and with each day passing by, you got increasingly more nervous. You had no idea why. It wasn’t like this was your only source of income, you had a few other jobs that brought in a decent amount of money. You could live off of it, but you could always use a little more.

You picked at your fingertips and bit at the inside of your lips – a nervous habit you hadn’t been able to kick since it developed in high school. You sat at a table in the corner, a little nook, tucked away from the rest of the cafe population. Your iced chai sat between your hands as you did some light reading on your laptop, just a year away from getting your degree. Your hands, though, abandoned your coffee as you began to type into a Word document your response to the prompt your professor had given you, hoping to God that you met the word requirement.

It wasn’t until he had sat down next to you and whispered a ‘hello’ that you stopped typing. You looked up from your laptop, seeing the man from the video in front of you. You shut your laptop and pushed it to the side and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I was just doing some work. Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you too. So, you want to join our agency, if you will?” You nodded. “Do you have any previous experience in the business?”

“No, I-I don’t. I’m a fast learner though.” He hummed, looking you up and down as if he was determining your worth as an employee.

“You’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, taking a sip from your cup.

“I think you’d be great for our company, if you’d like to be a part of it and would be comfortable being on camera like that. But I would like for you to stop by the studio and get a feel for the place before you fully commit to working for us.”

“I’ve got time today if you do.”

The studio was clean. That was the first thing you noticed. It was a house him and other members of their company rented out within a more calm side of the city. It was ironic - considering all of the things they filmed there. It was bigger than you expected it to be, every room was designed to fit a theme, colors ranged from plain white to a blood red color. There was someone who was going to be shooting in the Blue Room, as they called it; all their rooms were named by their color.

The more you learned about their set up, the more Josh talked to you about the various coworkers you would have, him included. “We establish consent very early on, before any of the scenes you film. You meet about a week ahead of filming, go over what the video is gonna be on and then everything you’re comfortable with, especially if you’re filming with someone else. If you only want to do straight porn, you definitely can, but if you’re open to lesbian porn as well we can do that. We only want to do what you’re comfortable with.”

You looked around the Blue Room and watched as someone walked in. He had longer, brown hair. He looked very similar to Josh. Josh spoke as if he was reading your mind, “That’s Jake, he’s my twin. We built this company together, actually.”

“Do you direct the porn he’s in?” You asked.

“No, not usually. I’ve done it a few times but only because nobody else is available. I’d rather not see any of my brothers naked, you know?”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, our little brother Sammy works with us too. He came along when he turned eighteen. He’s twenty two now.” You nodded, thinking to yourself that four years is a long time. You licked your lips and continued on with the tour, going into one of the two bathrooms the house had, seeing someone brushing through their wet curls. “That’s Danny. He’s not a brother, but he basically is one to us now. He’s been with us for two years - he wasn’t ready when Sammy was.”

“Hi, Danny.” You waved to him, the familiar feeling of heat washing over your cheeks, painting them a light pink. He smiled back at you, eyes raking up and down your figure. “Would I be working with him?”

“Yes, but you’d be working with all of us at some point. But if you have preferences after a while, we can work with those. When you first start, I’d like you to work with everyone at least once before you decide on a regular, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds reasonable.” You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe to one of the smaller rooms, turned into what you figured was Josh’s office.

“We’re gonna give you a few days to think, give you time to actually mull it over. If you’d like to work with us, shoot me a text when you finish reading this contract and filling it out - everything is marked where you should sign or initial; yellow is initials, and the pink highlighted sections are where your signature is needed.” He spoke, handing you over a stack of papers. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll have Jake take you back – just let him know where you’d like to go.” He called for his brother, his footsteps bounding through the halls after a few seconds. He was dressed, button up shirt only half buttoned with a pair of jeans and some loafers. He offered you a smirk as Josh spoke to him about what he was to do. “Make sure she gets back safely, okay?”

“Of course.” He winked at you before motioning with his head for you to follow him. The vehicle he led you to was a beat up, old, dark green pickup truck. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were completely inside before shutting the door. He hopped into the driver’s seat, putting his key in the ignition before making the car roar to life. “Where to, my lady?”

“The cafe on Ninth Street please. I only live a few blocks from the place, I can walk the rest of the way. It’s a little hidden.”

“Sure thing.”

“Maybe you’d want to grab a coffee with me before you have to head back? Keep me company while I finish up a paper?” You asked, hoping that he would say yes. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between you and the road ahead of him.

“I’d love to.” He spoke, eyes looking into yours while his truck stopped at a red light. His stare was intimidating – alluring nonetheless. If you weren’t going to sign the contract before, you were sure as hell going to sign it now. As long as you could stare into Jake’s eyes like that more often, you’d do anything to be able to work with him.

The cafe had calmed down and the little nook you had sat in earlier with Josh was still open. You slid into the little booth, putting your stuff down on the table. As soon as your stuff was set up the way you wanted it, you rejoined Jake in line. To pass the time between the people ahead of you two’s orders and your own, you decided to ask some questions. “Do you like your work?”

“You mean do I like being a pornstar?”

“I wanted to be more respectful.”

“You don’t have to be,” he whispered, lips brushing against the cartilage of your ear. “And yes, I do. I like my work. Good pay, I don’t have to work with anyone I don’t like. It’s nice. Nicer than any office job.”

“What type of porn do you film?”

“Straight porn mostly. Sometimes I’ll do smaller solo projects for the website. The ladies love me.” He winked, nudging you with his elbow. You chuckled slightly, hoping that nobody was listening in to your conversation. “What’re you thinking about filming? If you join us, of course.”

“Probably straight porn too. Get comfortable with it and then open my options.”

“That’s a good idea, safe, too.” The cashier called for the two of you to come up to the register next. You ordered another iced chai, even though you were pretty sure you probably didn’t need a second coffee. It didn’t shock you when Jake ordered his coffee, black with no creamer or sugar in it. “You gonna come work with us, you think?”

“I’m leaning more towards yes. It’s a comfortable environment and it helps that my coworkers are hot.” You chided. You went to hand the cashier a twenty, but Jake was too quick, pulling out his card and handing it over towards her. You gave him a slight death glare before continuing on with your thought.

“Josh said it took Danny awhile to come work with all of you.”

“Yeah. To put it briefly, and without exposing his business, he just wasn’t ready for this line of work. He needed to learn a bit more about himself and stuff.” The cashier called out both of your names, handing both of you your drinks.

“I’m glad he waited til he was ready. Nobody should be forced into doing anything they’re not ready for or comfortable with.” Jake nodded, smiling as he slid into the seat across from yours. “What’re you working on?”

“We have to respond to a reading we did two nights ago. I’m almost done with it. It’s gotta be seven hundred words and I’m at five-fifty right now.” You turned your laptop to face him, showing him the writing prompt and the response you had so far. “We’re learning about Medieval Lore, so right now, we’re learning about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There are some historians who don’t think King Arthur truly existed, but they can’t necessarily disprove or prove anything. The battle of whether or not he was real still continues today.”

“That’s interesting, I always thought the story of King Arthur was just a myth based on an actual figure within history.”

“I did, too.” You moved your eyebrows up once while taking a sip from your cup. He finished reading it while you waited impatiently for him to finish. You had become distracted by his mouth, the way he licked over his bottom lip as he read your response. His lips looked soft. You wondered how long it would be before you got to kiss them with your own.

“It’s a good response so far, I like that you bring it back around to the influence in modern day Earth. You highlight the importance of lore, too, which I think is cool.” He turned your laptop back towards you, allowing you to take back over and finish your homework. “You know, if you do join our company, you’ll be able to come up with your own name – something to keep your real identity safe, if you wanted to.”

“I’d be Pandora.”

“You already know what name you’d want?” He asked, taking the last of his coffee into his mouth.

“I’ve done some thinking about it,” you giggled slightly, hidden behind the rim of your cup.

“Why Pandora?” He asked, mind trailing through all the dirty jokes that could revolve around the name - admittingly falling towards “Pandora’s Box” being a majority of them.

“It’s one of Saturn’s moons. I would’ve done one related to Venus, but Venus doesn’t have any moons.”

“I didn’t know you were into space like that.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Jake.”

“Not yet.”

When you had finally returned home, you had turned in your homework assignment and exchanged numbers with Jake. The two of you had been texting nonstop since you had gotten home. You wanted Jake to let you know that he had gotten back safely with no bruises or scrapes, and he did. You tried to stop the smile that started to grow on your face, but you couldn’t help it. The idea of working with Jake made you excited.

You had hoped that your application and everything would get approved relatively quickly after you mailed Josh your contract with all the highlighted sections initialed and signed. You had finished signing it and everything the night Jake brought you back, sending it out to the mail the next morning. Josh had even texted you once he received the manila folder in the mail, sending a photo of it with a text that read, “I’ll be reviewing this and hopefully will see you soon” adorned with a winky face at the end.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, even in class you would religiously check your phone for another text from Josh, letting you know when you could start working.

Three days later, after Josh had received the manila envelope, he finally texted you, “Since it’ll be your first film ever as well as with us, you get to pick who you’d like to do it with. We’ve got a few options that will be done throughout the next couple months. Before you film though, I will need you to show up with physical proof that you have no sexually transmitted diseases. Standard procedure.”

After you shot him a quick text back letting him know that you’ll schedule one for the closest date, you immediately ran to call your doctor’s office, scheduling a test with them. It would take another week before they were able to squeeze you in, which didn’t help your enthusiasm to work with Josh.

The week-long wait was worth it, sending you home with a clean bill of health. They gave you a printed version of your results, immediately texting Josh that you’d be on the way relatively soon. You hadn’t heard back from him by the time you arrived at their house of operations, shoving your phone into your back pocket before getting out of your car.

Your heartbeat increased as you made your way to the door, hesitating as you held your knuckles over the door. Was this a good idea? Surely it was, given the fact that you had to get tested before working with them, ensuring you wouldn’t transmit anything to the people you were going to be working with. You mulled it over in your mind for a few moments, finally deciding that this was the right idea. And with as much confidence as you could muster, you knocked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat in anticipation across the table from Danny. Josh had an idea, of which the two of you could figure out together. Essentially, he just wanted the two of you to play around with different plots, but gave you the guidelines of: Danny being the submissive, you being the dominant. It intimidated you slightly, not having been on top a whole bunch of times. “If you don’t have any ideas, I have a few we can work with.”

“Please.”

“We can play around with the boy and girl next door. If you’d like.” He offered as his caramel eyes looking into yours. “Naughty girl next door.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked, trying your hardest to hide within your face how much you truly liked the idea.

“I’m comfortable with a lot of things, but I don’t prefer doing anything anally, unless we’ve got a shit ton of time to prep for that.”

“You do not have to worry about that, I’m not a big fan of anal or anal play, so we’re solid. Are you alright with choking?”

“Yes, very much so. Are you?” You nodded in response to his question. “That’s good to know. I’m curious though. Why did you pick me to start with? Most people pick Jake or Josh.”

“You’re pretty. Is that a good enough reason?”

“It is.”

“So, obviously everyone goes by a different name. Is there anything you want me to call you instead of Danny?” You asked, eyes raking over his figure. You were entranced by his beauty, you almost didn’t hear his response.

“You can just call me D, or any pet names. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, do you think you two could film this later tonight?” Josh asked, interrupting your discussion with Danny. “I don’t know what your schedules look like.”

“I’m free, all of my classes are online.”

“I’m free too.”

“That’s great, I’ll have both of you sent to the basement to get some different clothes on. The ones you’re wearing are fine, but this way you have options if you want them.” Josh brought the two of you down to the basement. It was lined with clothes racks, all of the women’s sizes were on one side, men’s on the other while unisex sized clothing laid in the middle. It varied from extra small, to triple ‘x’ extra large. Your fingers scanned through all the different clothing items, landing on a pair of shorts that were going to be way too small (but would show off your ass nicely) and a baggier t-shirt. You noticed that Danny landed on a pair of athletic shorts that Nike made, grey in color.

“I think this will be good. You find your clothes?” You asked, throwing the clothes over your arm. He nodded, holding up his pair of shorts. “Only the shorts?”

“You want me to wear a shirt?”

“Nope. I’m good with you not wearing one.” You nodded, a smug look on your face. Josh brought the two of you back upstairs, heading into the Grey Room. The set up inside the room was neutral, a bed with a desk lining one of the empty walls. Inside the closet was clothes that were never worn. The room was filled with various stock-like photos of the boys, all from lots of nights out. The plants that filled the room were all fake, never once needing to be watered. The room itself was incredibly clean. “We’ll be filming this in this room?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “We should get changed and stuff before we film.”

“We should. Are you changing in here, or in one of the bathrooms?”

“I was just gonna change right here. You can too, if you want.”

“Okay.” You slipped off your shoes before unbuttoning your jeans. You slid them down your legs, showing Danny your underwear that was filled with cherries. He chuckled slightly, pulling his shirt over his head. You pulled your shirt over your head as well and began to unclasp your bra. “Danny, could you help me? I can’t reach it.”

“Yeah, of course,” he spoke, moving towards you. His fingertips were warm against your skin as he undid your clasp, allowing you to slip out of your bra. He noticed the bruises on your sides from where your bra continually stabbed you in the ribs. He didn’t say a word. You finished putting on the clothes you were going to wear.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning around to admire your ass in the shorts you chose. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You smirked slightly, noticing that Danny was looking too. “Like what you see?”

“Maybe I do.” Josh came in with his camera, looking at the two of you. His eyebrows raised, asking silently if the two of you were ready. “Give me just one second, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

The nerves hid beneath your skin, but the feeling that lingered underneath that was excitement. You had made your own little films before, mostly for your own pleasure. You’d rewatch the videos you had taken of you and your ex, watching it anytime you needed pleasure and they weren’t home. After you broke up, you deleted them out of respect for them. Josh had Danny exit the room for a few moments, wanting to film the sweet, innocent neighbor boy walking in on the naughty neighbor girl pleasuring herself.

What a storyline, you thought, as well as how exciting it was.

Josh directed you to scroll through your phone aimlessly, through whatever app you wanted to. He only asked that at some point, you snake your hand down into your shorts, playing with yourself.

You did what he asked. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, easily finding all of the boys. You scrolled through all of their pages, many of the pictures on Danny’s page included pictures of him and Sammy. The two of them looked so good, especially shirtless. The wetness that pooled between your legs didn’t shock you one bit. In fact, the thought of being between them turned you on more. The door creaked open, but you paid almost no mind to it while you let little curses tumble from your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t –”

“You’re okay,” you spoke. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Can you help me, maybe?”

“H-Help you?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bed. You nodded, removing your hand from your shorts and grabbing his. “Help you how?”

“I want to cum so bad, but I just can’t seem to. Can you help me, D? Will you help me cum?” You asked faking innocence, eyes staring into Danny’s even harder than they were before. He nodded, allowing your fingers to wrap around his wrist while you guided his hand into your shorts, toying at your clit.

“Maybe I could help you better if I was able to see what I was doing.” He spoke, eyes flickering between you and your dripping cunt. You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth. He helped you slide out of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs after lifting your hips. He tossed them to the other side of the room, falling away from where Josh was with the camera. “Do I have a pretty pussy, D?”

“Mhm, you do.” He moaned, becoming eye-level with your cunt. “Do you want me to use my mouth on you? Will that help you cum?”

“Yes, please.” You let out a gasp when his tongue collides with your hot skin, letting out a low moan. He took it upon himself to lick your pussy like that a few more times before he began getting experimental with his tongue, flicking it on your bud, drawing figure eights around your weeping hole. “Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

Your hand reached for his curls, using them as a leverage to guide him through your cunt. Your head was thrown back against the pillows as Danny’s mouth wrapped around your clit, fingers inching up your thighs. “Doin’ so good. You’re making me feel so good, D.”

“Do you want me to add my fingers? Will that make you cum faster?”

“Oh my God, yes.” Your voice squeaked, finishing out your sentence with a moan. The second Danny’s finger slipped into your hole, you let out another moan, louder than all the other ones you’ve let slip thus far. With every thrust of his finger, you enunciated the curse words. His fingers made you feel so good, taking their sweet time drawing moans from you. He’ll speed up his pace, slowing it down so you can feel every inch of his finger fill you up. “Fuck yeah, just like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, sweetheart.”

He hummed against your pussy, the feeling of his fingers working you to the brink of an orgasm and his mouth as an aid made you feel drunk. Your moans became as labored as your breathing, chest rising and falling haphazardly as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord against his face, chasing the high that had been painted for you by Danny. “Fuck, fuck, shit.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you cum? I wanna do my best for you.” He spoke, fingers moving slowly before retreating from your hole. You nodded whilst licking your lips.

“Will you fuck me?” You asked through your eyelashes, looking up into Danny’s eyes. “Let me cum all over your cock?”

“Yes, anything for you.” He nodded eagerly, removing the grey Nike shorts he was wearing along with his boxers, tossing them to fall with your underwear. “Could you take off your shirt? Let me see your beautiful tits, please.”

“Mhmm.” You pulled your shirt over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. You wanted to cover yourself up, hiding away the stretch marks that riddled your tummy and your breasts. Danny could sense your nerves, the sudden impending anxiety that crept up on you like a lion stalking its prey.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, hands holding your cheeks steady in place. The anxiety melted away with his wandering eyes, looking up and down your figure. His lips followed his eyes, placing themselves all over your open skin, littering your skin with bites along the way.

His lips connect with yours, his cock colliding with your hot core. His hips continually ground into you, letting his dick brush over your sensitive clit multiple times. He reached over to the bedside table, slipping on the condom while you watched him. You looked from his eyes down to his cock, trying your hardest not to marvel at his size while in view of the camera.

“Can I fuck you now?” He asked, dick trailing through your folds, collecting your slick with the condom on. You nodded, biting at your lip. The second he slipped into your wanting hole, you let out a whine and threw your head back into the pillows. His hands grabbed at the headboard, using it as leverage to propel his hips forwards even more.

“You’re doing so good, D, such a good boy for me.” You whined, eyes fluttering closed at the constant slamming of Danny’s hips into yours. The delicious sound of his skin slapping against your own set your whole body on fire. You moved your leg from his hip, moving it to rest on his shoulder. His hand grabbed your shin, trapping your leg where it was. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Feel so good inside me, baby. You’ve got such a nice cock, fill me up so good.”

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” He moaned through his furrowed eyebrows, knuckles turning white against the headboard. You grabbed one of his forearms, making his hand let go of the headboard. His fingertips danced around the circumference of your neck, watching the way your pupils dilated at the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat. “You want me to choke you?”

“Yes please, you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He nodded, putting pressure on the sides of your neck. You moaned and he followed soon after, feeling the vibrations of your voice box beneath the palm of his hand. Your hand gripped his bicep, pulling your body upwards slightly as he continued to fuck into you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke, hips becoming sloppy in their rhythm.

“Please, please come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You whispered through moans, feeling his hand slip from your shin to clit, swirling the bud around with his middle finger, applying more and more pressure the closer he got to his own orgasm. Your whines became high pitched, tits bouncing with the thrusts Danny was delivering.

“Not without you.” Your heart came at that, even though you knew it was for the film. It still pulled at the heartstrings that connected to your pussy. A whole new rush of pleasure rolled throughout your body.

“So good, oh fuck, gonna come all over your cock.” You moaned, opening your eyes fully, looking at Danny and his face. You marveled at the way he licked his lips, the way his chest fell haphazardly with the impending orgasm coursing through his veins. You dug your nails into his shoulder, tugging at the skin slightly as your orgasm rocked through you, nails dragging down his arm. He groaned loudly, your scratching spurring his orgasm on him. His hips stilled and his cum spilled into the tip of the condom he was wearing, shoulders slouching as his orgasm passed.

He laid next to you, both of you out of breath after Josh yelled ‘cut’ really loud. You chuckled slightly, knowing that Josh was the only other person in the room save for you and Danny. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Y/N! Are you sure you’ve never done porn before?”

“Pretty sure.” You laughed, sitting yourself up on your elbows. Danny peeled off the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and handing them over to you. “Thanks, Dan.”

“‘Course. Thanks for letting me be your first.” He shot you a wink, sliding the shorts up his legs without putting his boxers back on. He disappeared out of the room and let you get situated back in your clothes.

“How was that for your first time?”

“Really fucking cool.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next week was a little more tame than the porn that you filmed with Danny. You had frequently gone out for drinks with the boys while attempting to plan with them future movies that you would film with the other boys. Drunkenly so, you admitted to them that you’d be totally interested in filming something outside, in nature. Obviously, you would want nobody around so it was pretty much out of the question.

Or so you thought.

The fact that you were dressed for a hike and standing in a forest with Josh and Sam made you laugh internally. Of course, you have to keep some level of professionalism between the three of you, but there was very little you could do. “And you’re sure that nobody will see us?”

“Yeah, this is our private cabin, Y/N. Nobody’s been up here besides us.” The boys, mostly Josh, thought it would be a stellar idea to kill two birds with one stone. Aside from filming your and Sam’s movie, the boys had been waiting for the right time to return to the cabin for a little break from work. So much for the break part.

“So, essentially, the two of you just so happen to stumble upon this cute little lake to take a dip in except you’re distracted by how hard Sam’s dick is! I know I wouldn’t be. So you suck him off, and then he fucks you. Discuss amongst yourselves what’s good and what’s not while I grab the camera from the cabin quick.” Josh spoke, turning on his heel and slightly jogging back to the cabin.

You and Sam had already sort of talked about what was okay between the two of you, sharing a smoke outside on the patio. He had offered you one after accidentally stumbling upon you sitting with your knees to your chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a break from all the testosterone.” You spoke, taking the cigarette from between Sam’s fingers. He grabbed another one from his pack of cigs and took his lighter out from his pocket as well. He lit his cigarette and handed you the purple lighter. The two of you smoked in silence until he began to speak up again.

“So, we’re filming our movie tomorrow. Anything you do or don’t like?” He asked, taking a drag.

“I’m a huge whore for a praise kink.” You spoke, blowing out the smoke you were harboring in your lungs. “Should we establish some, like, safe words or something like that? Josh said I’d be sucking your dick tomorrow, so.”

“Kinda hard to talk with a cock in your mouth, love.” He chuckled, making you slap his arm slightly.

“Very funny, Samuel. I’m serious. If it gets to be too much, more for you than for me, we gotta have some sort of system.”

“Trust me, it won’t be too much for me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, watching the way his lips curl into a smirk. “But just to humor you, let’s do like, finger taps. Does that sound alright?”

“Yeah, maybe one tap to keep going, two for perfect, three for slow down?” You asked. He nodded, shrugging into another drag of his cigarette. “Anything you like that you want me to do?”

“Find out, it’s not that hard. I’m relatively easy to please.” He winked at you before putting his cigarette out on the porch, throwing the cigarette butt into the little jar he kept by the door.

Josh came back to you and Sam discussing different theories about aliens. “If there was other life out there, and there definitely is, I'm not saying there isn’t, would you let them abduct you even if people called you crazy?”

“I tell you guys to discuss your kinks and shit, and this is the conversation I walk in on?” Josh asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. You nodded, not seeing his point. He brushed it off with a swat of his hand, pretending the conversation didn’t happen. “Do you two need another moment to get ready or do you think you can stop thinking about alien abductions?”

“No, we’re good, Josh,” Sam spoke, turning his back slightly so Josh couldn’t see him roll his eyes. You hid a giggle behind your fingers and tried your best to shake it away before Josh yelled action. You stood in front of Sam, admiring the way his hair blew in the breeze.

He was truly beautiful. If he wasn’t doing porn, you could see him getting into modeling. He had amazing bone structure and had eyes that could kill. His stare was slightly intimidating although you knew he didn’t mean to be – it was just the way he looked at everyone. You ran a hand through your hair, licking your lips slightly while you waited impatiently for Josh to start the camera. “Aaand, action.”

You played with the strings on the backpack Josh gave you to wear as a prop, looking Sam up and down. You took the backpack off from your shoulders, setting it down on the ground, playing with the hem of the white tank top you were wearing, you spoke up. “You know, I’m getting pretty hot on this hike, good thing there’s a lake right there. You want to take a dip with me?”

“Very much so, but we have a minor problem.” You turned around, looking at Sam after you had rid yourself of your tank. You had hoped that your nerves weren’t too visible. You knew you were far enough away from the cabin that neither of the other two boys would see you (not that Danny would care, he’s already seen you naked (and he liked it very much)). “If people come to the lake, they’ll see how hard I am for you. You should take care of that for me.”

A smirk rose to your face, grabbing his hand before leading him to a small gathering of trees. You sank down onto the ground, knees colliding with some sticks. You silently cursed to yourself for picking probably the worst spot. You pulled on the waistband of his athletic shorts, tugging them down his thighs. You let them fall to his ankles, keeping your focus on the outline of his cock in his boxers.

Your hands skimmed up his thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath your fingers. Your fingertips ghosted over his cock, making him jut his hips forwards. You smile up at him, figuring out very fast he isn’t one to like being teased. You follow the outline of his cock with your fingertips, looking up at him while you press a kiss to the tip of his dick through the fabric. You hear him hum in satisfaction, letting his head fall back slightly. “Please suck me off, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, fingers dipping below the waistband on his underwear. Springing free from the confinements of his boxers, his cock slapped his belly once it was completely void of any material. You let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a whimper; Sam’s dick was big. The veins that decorated his cock demanded to be licked.

He let out an appreciative sigh as your tongue danced along the underside of his cock, licking all the way up until you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Hearing the moans that slipped past his lips while his fingers dug into your hair was a reward all on its own. With whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, you took into your hand.

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, letting him take the reins every once in a while. Two taps to his thigh, letting him know the amount he intervened was perfect. Your fingers dug into the skin of his tummy, dragging down slightly. He let out a low groan that bubbled in his chest. “Fuck,” he softly cursed. “You’re so good at this.”

You tapped your finger against his thigh once, hoping he would get the hint to continue with his praises. Both of his hands threaded into your hair, making a ponytail for you. He brushed the hair away from your face, making sure none of the hairs would end up in your mouth somehow. “Your mouth feels so good, princess. You take my dick so well, princess. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? Sucking me off in public, where anyone could see what we’re doing.”

Heat pooled between your thighs, high on the way Sam was talking to you. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your dirty little girl, sir.” You spoke, jerking his cock as soon as you removed your mouth from him. You returned back to his cock, wanting to let him fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. You tapped his thigh once again, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He licked his lips, head nodding slightly towards yours, asking for permission. You tapped his thigh, letting him take over.

With a fist full of your hair, he let his cock tickle the back of your throat. You fought to see Sam’s face through tears, just wanting to see how beautiful he looked so close to the edge. From what you could tell, he looked absolutely fucking ravishing. With his eyebrows drawn together, mouth agape and curses falling from his lips, he looked like a God. “Doin’ so fuckin’ well. So good for me. Fuck, ugh oh shit. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Gonna come in your pretty little mouth. Gonna take all the come I give you? Take it all like a good girl?”

His cum paints the back of your throat and goes down as easily as it goes in. He brings you back up to your feet, pinning you against the closest tree. Although the bark stings against your back, the pain is muffled by Sam’s tongue in your mouth. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue, moaning into the kiss. He broke away, out of breath, “Fuck, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He hurried to get you out of the shorts you were wearing, tugging them down your legs along with the underwear you had worn. They wrapped around one of your ankles, hanging off of them as Sam made you wrap your legs around his hips. His lips felt like silk against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth the second you gasped, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast.

His tongue moved to your neck, licking up and down the column of your throat as he pulled your hair back. Your hands fisted into his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. You separated your lips, shoving it over his shoulders before he could interject. His fingers played with your nipples, your fingers laced in his hair. “Need you.”

“What do you need, princess? You gotta use your words and tell me.” He spoke into your ear, loud enough for the camera to hear. You whined slightly, not wanting to voice your wants out loud. Your hips moved against his making him let out a moan that only you could hear. “Nuh uh, princess, you have to use your words or you don’t get anything. I’ll leave you high and dry, you’ll have to fuck yourself on your fingers in order to get a release.”

“Want your fingers, fuck, so bad. Want them to fill me up.” You whined, hips colliding with Sam’s once again. He chuckled lowly, fingers moving down your sternum, tickling the skin of your tummy slightly before he made his way to your dripping core.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked, pressing kisses to your jaw. His fingers swirled around your clit, creating a delicious pace with his fingers that sent you in a trance. His hand was firm against the back of your neck, keeping you to look at him. Your eyes never left his, adoring the way his pupils dilated while looking at you. “If you’re good for me, and you come all over my fingers, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy, okay?”

You nodded, unable to form sentences with the way his fingers unraveled you. He stopped in his pace, two fingers stilling inside of you. “Okay?”

“Y-Yes, sir. Keep going, please.” You spoke in a loud whisper, moving your hips against his hand. He chuckled at you, watching the way you fucked yourself on his hand. “Sir, please. Need to come, I’m almost there. Please, sir, please.”

“You sound so desperate, so good when you beg for it.” He moved his fingers once more, picking up the pace almost instantly instead of easing you back into it. The string of curses you let out was like a prayer, praying to someone – anyone listening – to let you come all over his fingers.

Your orgasm came in and settled beneath your skin like lightning. It bounced through your veins and made your head rush. “You want me to fuck you now, princess? Would you like that?”

“Mhm, please, sir. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk, please.” You guided his cock between your folds, collecting some of your slick to use as a makeshift lube. The second he began to slip inside of you with the help of your hand, you gasped. His cock stretched your walls, giving it a few seconds to take a breather with every inch he slips in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Big and hard, all for fucking my pretty girl so good.” He spoke, rocking his hips against yours slowly. He hummed with every stroke of his cock, mouth twitching as he felt you clench around him. Your jaw becomes sore from hanging open so long, agape as Sam’s cock continually brushes over that spot that drove you so wild.

Your fingernails rake against his shoulders, leaving red and angry marks in their wake. They complimented his tanned skin; the tan he had gotten from the day you had spent kayaking around the lake a few times, determined to beat Sam as many times as it took for him to realize you were always going to win. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, sir. Ri–ight the–ere.”

“You take my cock so well, princess. You’re so good for me.” His hands grabbed at your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers, lips and teeth occupying the conjunction of your jaw and neck. “Gonna take all of my come again? Where do you want me to come, darlin’?”

“I-Inside m-me, sir. Please.” You begged, eyes looking into his. You could see the hesitation behind his irises, painting them a lighter brown than they had been for the past however long you were wedged between him and the tree. You gave him two taps to his shoulder, letting him know it was fine. He gave you a fucked out smile, slamming his hips into you harder than before.

The strength of his thrusts made your back dig deeper into the bark, the scratch of it against your skin hurt so good. The word ‘fuck’ fell from your lips religiously again. A few more thrusts from Sam and you were a moaning mess as your hips moved on their own accord, succumbing to the second orgasm Sam gave you. Your pussy spasming around him throws him into his orgasm, grunts falling onto your chest while his forehead rests against your own. “Guess you’ll just have to walk around until we get back to the car with my come dripping down your leg.”

“Guess so.”

“Cut,” Josh spoke, turning off the camera and handing you your clothes. “That was fucking hot, you two, good job. Y/N, you’re going to get in my Jeep and we are going to get you Plan B. I don’t mind him coming in you, but I’m too young to be an uncle, much less to one of my favorite coworkers.”

“Can I at least pee before we go?” You asked, chuckling as you pulled your shorts up your legs.

“I guess that’s okay,” he spoke, jokingly rolling his eyes. Sam gathered his shorts and underwear back over his hips and walked with you back to the cabin. He noticed the slight limp in the way you walked, smirking at you before he decided on speaking up.

“Fuck you so hard you can’t walk?”

“More so the tree than you, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Sammy.” You winked at him, disappearing into the hallway to go into the bathroom down the hall. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table.

“Get your gross ass dirty feet off the coffee table, Samuel. People put their drinks there.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Wait, so if you’re filming with me, who’s filming us?” You asked, lurking through the racks of clothes in front of you. You landed on a see through black top, loving the way black colors looked on your skin. You walked over by him, going to ask his opinion on the shirt. “Also, how’s this?”

“It’s very cute, naughty. One of my assistants is going to be filming it. She’s been working with us for almost as long as we’ve been up and running. Her name’s Mel, she’s got a great eye for film.” He spoke, handing you a skirt he had found as soon as he walked down here. The skirt he handed to you was black and red plaid with a thin white line. “Wear this with it, it’ll make you look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you, Josh.” You smiled at him, wandering over to the pairs of shoes you had brought over from your apartment. You picked out a pair of black boots, and pulled out a pair of socks from the little bin they were inside of. “Thigh highs or knee highs?”

“Is that a serious question? Thigh highs, no doubt.” He spoke, pulling out a black tie. He held it up to his chin in the mirror, seeing if the combination he made would look good on him. You watched as he eyed himself up in the mirror, he licked his lips, switching between two suits.

“Pick the black tie and the white shirt. Simple, but sexy.” You spoke, coming up behind him. You put a belt in front of him, a simple but sleek black Gucci belt. He looked down at your hands before looking back up at you through the mirror. “I could devour you right now.”

“Could you now?” He asked, turning his face towards you. Mel walked in, headphones in while she looked at the two of you, she pulled one out. “Time to film?”

“Yep, room’s all ready and everything.” She put it back in and turned around, knowing that you and Josh would be following her.

“Where are we filming?” You asked, following behind Josh, close on his heels. He smirked a little, stopping where you guys were in the hallway before his office. Your mind rushed with all the places this could go. “We’re filming in your office?”

“Yeah, is there gonna be a problem with that?” He asked, letting you go into the room before him. You shook your head no, core already beginning to throb with want. You cleared your throat, letting Mel explain to you the direction the film was going to go. It was to be expected – the naughty schoolgirl who wants to make up an assignment; her professor will let her on one condition, he gets to have some fun with her beforehand.

The idea alone had your mind reeling simply with Josh in the narrative. You had never gotten so wet before filming before. You two quickly changed into your outfits, putting the finishing touches with some jewelry; rings adorned Josh’s hands as a few necklaces wrapped around your neck. He looked fucking delicious. You had never seen Josh in formal attire, nor did you think you ever would.

As soon as Mel called ‘action’, you put your game face on and pretended like there was nobody else in the room aside from you and Josh. You walked up to his desk, sitting on the edge of it. “Please, Professor J, I tried my hardest on the assignment. Can I please make it up?”

“I know another way you can make it up.” He spoke, standing up from his office chair. You licked your lips, watching him as he came to stand between your legs.

“I’ll do anything.” You begged, your eyes looking up into his eyes with as much innocence as you could fathom in your state. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing the skin before using his thumb to drag your lip down slightly.

“Anything?” He asked, making you nod your head in response. He asked, his other hand skimming up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

“I’ll be your good girl. I promise.” His lips connected with yours the second any noise had stopped coming from your mouth. Your hands found their way to his chest, pulling him closer to you, as much as you could, by the tie he was wearing. His tongue dipped into your mouth, tasting the minty toothpaste you had used after lunch.

You hummed into his mouth, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. His hand slipped from your cheek, his digits wrapping around your throat. He squeezed slightly, the other hand of his that was still on your thigh squeezed the skin slightly as well. The applied pressure to your throat gave you a headrush, making a moan slip past the walls of your lips. He removed his lips from yours, looking down at you while he squeezed your throat. “Hmm. Will you be a good girl for me and let me eat your pussy? I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.”

“Please.” It came out as a desperate whisper. You watched as Josh sank to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He marveled at the sight before him, mouth beginning to water.

“No panties?” He asked, fingers beginning to dip near your aching core. “That’s very naughty, Pandora. What happens to bad girls?”

“T-They get punished?” You asked, looking down at him. He nodded, sympathetic look painting his face. He stood up from the floor, grabbing your hand. He helped you off of the desk, bringing you around to where his chair was. Your immediate thought was that he was going to fuck the daylights out of your mouth, but his mind was going elsewhere.

“Bend over.” He spoke, hand running down your back as he urged you to bend over the desk. You did as he asked, putting your hands on the desk to brace yourself for what was to come. You could hear the sound of fabric moving against fabric. You turned your head slightly, seeing that Josh had removed his tie. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”

You put your hands behind your back, feeling the fabric of his tie begin to wrap around your wrists. You bite at the skin of your lip, feeling your heart rate increase. His hands run up the back of your thighs, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass. He played with the skin, moving it underneath his hands and watching your ass bounce. The stark contrast of the gentle nature of his touch and the sudden slap to your ass made you jump forward, concealing a moan while your lip’s trapped between your teeth. “Count for me, sweetheart.”

“O-One.” He delivered another one, just a hair after you finished slipping the word out of your mouth. “T-Two.”

You could easily conceal your moans through the hisses of pain you let out. All of his harsh slaps felt so good against your skin. After three more spanks were given to your ass, the skin was red and inflamed. You were sure to feel it after. He kissed the skin with gentle lips.

His hands helped you stand up straight, turning you around before leaning you against the desk slightly. His lips met your own, moving languidly with your own as you struggled against his tie. A steady hand reached around and unwrapped your hands, which instantly were roaming over the white button down Josh had worn. “Ah, ah, ah.”

You looked into his eyes, noticing his intention wasn’t for you to touch him. You put out your wrists for him once more, allowing him to tie them together once again. He helped you lie down on his desk, pinning your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, leaving a new light purple bruise on your collarbone. “No touching, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” He hummed against your skin, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your shoulders enough where your head would be visible, so you could watch Josh as he absolutely devoured you. His lips moved against your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them slightly before he let each of them go with a pop.

His tongue worked diligently against your clit, finger toying with your hole. Your back arched into his mouth. Since you couldn’t use your hands, you tried your hardest to work yourself against his mouth, chasing after the feeling that it was giving you deep in your tummy. He stilled your movement with his hand spread wide between your hips, pinning you down as best he could. You didn’t move your hips as much, finding a secret pleasure in the way he slowly drew out your first orgasm.

You wanted to keep yourself quiet, trying your hardest to make all of your moans dissipate in your stomach before they reached your larynx. But it didn’t work. The sounds were watered down in comparison to what you figured was going to come next. If Josh could make you moan like this with just his tongue and his fingers, imagine what his fucking cock could do. “So good, sir.”

He withdrew his fingers right as you brushed against the line of your orgasm. You whined, attempting to push your thighs together to get some sort of relief with no avail. His body between your legs blocked you from doing so, hands pinning down your thighs. He watched you wriggle underneath him. You looked into his eyes, noticing a gleam you had never seen before.

You moaned inexplicably loud as you watched him let a line of spit fall from his lips directly onto your pussy. He licked up his spit as it began to drip from your cunt onto the desk, immediately sending his tongue plunging deep within you. His tongue worked expertly while he brought you on the brink of orgasm once again, drinking in the way your body reacted to his tongue and his fingers. However, the hopefully impending euphoria was blocked by the removal of the stimulation yet again. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll get what you want.”

You watched as he undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. You watched as he tugged the trousers down his legs, letting them stay stationary around the middle of his calves. He pumped himself a few times letting the tip of his cock navigate through your slick folds, eyes watching you as you whimpered and moved against him. “Please, J, please. Please fuck me.”

“I love the way you beg,” he spoke, letting himself become enveloped by your warmth. As he bottomed out, he released a shaky breath from his throat. You were so tight around him, feeling your walls spasm slightly with pleasure. “Holy fuck, you feel perfect. You’re takin’ me so well, angel.”

You moaned, his hands pinning your tied ones above your head. He got high off the way you whined around his cock. You begged him to go harder, that you wanted more. And Josh gave you just that, but not before he untied your wrists, tossing his button up and the tie to the side. Your shoulders felt numb, having tried your hardest to be the best girl for him. “You did so well, princess, keeping your hands where they were. ‘M gonna reward you for being so good for me, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘M gonna fuck you real hard, fill you so full of my cock.” He spoke, rutting his hips against your own. As soon as you could better feel your hands and your shoulders, you wrapped them around his neck, hissing in pain at the way your ass felt on the wood. The tender skin screamed at you for putting it through even more, while Josh was fucking you.

Your nails dug into his back, dragging down his skin. You silently hoped to yourself that you wouldn’t draw blood, but you couldn’t be sure. The way Josh was moaning could have been from the pain of your nails digging into his shoulder, but it easily could’ve been a pleasurable moan, laced with euphoria.

One of his hands came to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. You looked up into his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. “You feel so fucking good. You like when I fuck you this hard?”

“What? Am I fucking you so good you’re stupid from my cock?” He spoke, removing his hand from your throat to try and let you speak, but no words came out either way. “Got you cock dumb, angel?”

All you can do is nod, fingernails digging into the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you so his lips can muffle the sound of your moans. It doesn’t do a whole lot, breaking away from his lips to intake a large gasp as Josh’s cock brushed against your cervix, staying within you to collect himself fully.

His hand reached down to play with your clit, using his slow strokes to bring you over the edge. Since being denied your first two potential orgasms, this one felt more intense than ever. It built like none of the other orgasms he had started for you.

The feeling of it ripping through your body was primal, an animalistic groan that came from Josh’s throat would forever stain the walls of his office. Your throat was raw from the way Josh was relentlessly pounding into you, driving himself to orgasm, high off the way your pussy clenched around him. He lets out curses like a mantra, “Holy fuck, oh shit, fuuuuck.”

He definitely didn’t mean to finish in you. He planned on letting his come paint your stomach, or watch it coat the back of your throat. However, he couldn’t help himself. The way you felt around him was orgasmic all on its own, he was surprised he even lasted as long as he did. Mel cut the cameras and let the two of you calm down after you finished the last little bit of the dialogue the film needed.

You helped Josh redo the button on his shirt, after he picked it up from the floor. The two of you didn’t speak. His fingers brushed hair out of your face, noticing a crease of worry between your eyebrows. “You’ve got something going on in there, don’t you?”

“No, why would you think that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands while you stayed on the top of the desk.

“You get this little line between your eyebrows when you’re worried,” he spoke, watching your face soften slightly. “I notice it when you’re doing your assignments for classes at the last minute like you always do.”

“You caught me.” You sighed.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. Just because we’re coworkers, and I’m also kind of your boss, doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me anything.”

“I just… I don’t… I like this, right? I love this job, I love working with all of you and hanging out with you all. I just get in my own head sometimes, especially around this time of year. I just… I know all of you appreciate me and you guys think I’m doing good, but my mind keeps making me think that you guys hate me.”

“Mama, we could never hate you. You’re more than your job, we’re more than your job,” he grabbed his face in your hands. “I’ve got enough movies stockpiled for a good two weeks, what do you say all of us take a little vacation together? Would that make you feel better? It won’t be far, in case you have tests and stuff, but it’ll still be a vacation.”

“I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He helped you to your feet, chuckling slightly as you found it a little difficult to walk out of his office. “I didn’t go too hard with the slapping, did I?”

“No, Josh, it was very hot. I liked it a lot.”

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The sun felt amazing on your skin, soaking it in. Josh had gotten another cabin, this time it wasn’t for work purposes. The cabin was huge, almost like a hotel. It had a sauna which you frequented. It felt amazing to your muscles, melting away all of the stress you were feeling the past couple weeks. All of the anxiety that you had built up within the atoms fell away with the beads of sweat.

Jake joined you more often than not. He’d sit on the other side of the room, letting the two of you sit in silence. He kept his shorts on, not knowing how comfortable she would be. Jake was more than comfortable being naked. He didn’t mind, everyone had a body. Loads of people watched Jake’s videos, mostly because of his tattoos.

You caught yourself staring at his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t open his eyes and notice. Although, a small part of you hoped he would.

“You zonin’ out or checkin’ me out?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head, interlocking them. You chuckled slightly, tilting your head.

“And if I was checking you out?”

“I’d let you.” He spoke, closing his eyes once again. “You having a good time here?”

“Mhmm. It’s nice here – I like it.” You spoke, moving to sit next to Jake. Your knee brushed against his as you sat with your legs criss crossed.

“When we get back, you know, we’ve got our scene to film.” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. He could read that something was off with you the second he mentioned it. “What? Am I not pretty enough for you?”

“No, you ass.” You lightly punched his shoulder, the two of you laughing lightly.

“I know, you wouldn’t be checking me out if I wasn’t up to your standards, so tell me what’s really on your mind.” He sat up, elbows on his knees while he listened to you.

“I’m just nervous.” He took his hands off of his elbows and turned his body towards you. He looked confused, hoping that you would elaborate. “I… I know it sounds dumb, but I don’t know. I’ve been getting less and less nervous the more I do this, but I still have issues being naked in front of the camera sometimes. At least, at first. Once we kind of get into it, I forget about it.”

“Is it a confidence thing? Like, you don’t think you’re pretty or it’s just the idea of people outside of us seeing you naked?”

“Mostly the second thing, but the first thing is sort of an issue.” You rubbed the backs of your arms with your hands, avoiding eye contact with him. He pulled your face to him, hands touching your chin so delicately as if you might break.

“Y/N, you are fucking gorgeous. I mean that. I’m not just saying that because I want you to do the scene with me next week. I couldn’t care less if we do it next week or in two years,” his hand was firm around your chin now, making sure that you knew he meant every single word he was saying. “I’ve been itching to film with you since before you even signed those papers. Is there anything I can do for you, to make you more comfortable next week or any time we film after that?”

You ruminated the different ideas flowing through your mind, but there was nothing in it aside from kissing him right now, at this moment. You put your hand on his jaw, bringing his face closer to yours. Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, licking her own. “Will you kiss me, Jake? Please?”

His lips turned upward slightly before connecting with your own. Your hand falls from his jaw, landing on his thigh. His tongue coaxes your mouth open. His head trails backwards, you chase after his lips while still kissing him. You end up on his lap, hands on his shoulders as you support yourself. You melt into his touch, the way his hands felt on your hips. “You drive me insane, Y/N.”

You rested your forehead against his, a smile on your face. “How do I drive you insane, Jakey?”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, picking you up as he stood. He walked you both out of the sauna, allowing your feet to touch the cool floor. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “You’re just… You’re so beautiful. And I’m not even talking about your body, I’m talking about your mind. The way you think about things and put two things together is just brilliant.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you blushed, wrapping an arm around his back, pulling him closer to you. The two of you walked upstairs, hip to hip (as best as you could get). You joined the other boys at the dinner table, settling down for a game of poker. You sat between him and Danny, every single one of the boys shooting you a smile.

The night went on comfortably, tucked underneath Jake’s arm. The boys shared stories from when they had first started their little company. Josh had told you how nervous he had been, the first movie being one that Josh had directed. He had done so many short films when he was younger, he didn’t mind shooting porn. It wasn’t his first choice, but it was a segue.

You talked to them about previous sexual experiences. The laughter filled the air as you relived embarrassing one night stands that ended in disaster. You even mentioned weird stories about ex boyfriends and failed talking stages with them. They, in turn, shared some of their experiences with you. You never expected to hear some of the stories that fell from their lips, especially about different people they’ve worked with over the years.

You fell asleep comfortably in Jake’s bed, lying next to him with his hand on your thigh.

The rest of the week flew by inexplicably fast, making you groan the second you stepped foot back in the city. You dealt with your mountain of homework that waited for you at your apartment, constantly distracted by texts from Jake. You ignored them as best you could, but Jake always got your attention every single time.

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You showed up to the house early.

The feeling of excitement was felt deep in your bones. You were filming your scene with Jake today and you couldn’t contain the way it made you feel. Before you even walked into the house you were soaked through your panties. The premise of this one made your blood bubble, made you feel lightheaded.

You two had to be quiet, since your “parents” were downstairs and the bad boy from next door had snuck into your window.

Everything about it made you continuously wet. Your fingers mindlessly filed through the various clothing items, brain focusing on other things than what you were going to wear. You had been so deeply consumed in the thought of Jake taking you that you barely noticed when Josh had showed up into the basement. “You want me to pick out your outfit for you?”

“Jesus fuck, you scared me.” You spoke, putting a hand over your heart. The two of you shared a giggle before he apologized. “You’re okay. Will you actually? I’m overthinking this.”

“There’s no need to be, it’s gonna come off anyways.” He had a point, but your mind was too clouded with the thought of being fucked by Jake to give a damn He pulled out a random crop top from the rack, holding it out to you for your opinion. You took it into your hands, examining every inch of it. You held it up against your figure in the mirror, wondering if it would look good on you. “Try these too.”

You undressed in the clothing room, throwing on the crop top and the pair of shorts Josh had tossed towards you. You run your hands over your body, eyes focusing on your lower half. “I like those shorts. I’m not sure how I feel about the shirt with it, though.”

“I like it. Gives a bit of innocence, kinda. Not entirely, but.” You shrugged, walking back towards Josh. You grabbed a pair of socks from the bin, throwing them on your feet since the basement floor was becoming a bit too unbearably cold. “Are you filming this one or is Mel?”

“You like Mel more than me or something?” He joked, walking back upstairs with you.

“No way,” you spoke, giving the silence between you two a second. “Well…”

“You little –” You laughed, running ahead of him slightly to not face the repercussions of your actions. You ran into Danny, apologizing slightly before blushing in Josh’s direction.

“I’ll be filming this one, Mel’s out sick this week.” He spoke, ushering you into the Blue Room. You jumped onto the bed, Josh following after you. “You gonna be alright doing this one? Jake said you expressed some concerns, and I know you voiced some with me too. We don’t have to film this today if you don’t want to, Y/N.”

“No, I’m all good. I’m ready. Jake and I had a long talk the other week about our scene. We went over boundaries and everything. I’m good.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Good. We love you, you know. We only want the best for you.” He kissed your forehead before excusing himself to grab his camera from the office.

You loved Josh. And you loved the way they all treated you. Despite the fact that you were just a coworker to them, they made you feel like part of their little family. Jake stood at the door frame, eyes scanning you up and down. “Well, well, well, don’t you look good today.”

“You do too, if I do say so myself.” You smiled, putting your hands on Jake’s thighs as he stood in front of you. “Ready for today?”

“Yes, ma’am. Are you?”

“I’m very excited.”

“Remember, if anything gets to be too much, you tell me ‘red’. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I’m good, Jake. I’ll be fine.” You got off the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise to use our safe words, okay?”

Josh had Jake leave the room, having him wait outside on the balcony that connected to the Blue Room. As soon as Josh began to record, you walked into the room, pretending to call out to your parents that you were going to sleep. Jake came in from the balcony, finding you in your pajamas. “W-What are you doing here?” You asked, backing up into the bed before letting yourself fall on top of it. “If my parents find out you're here, they’ll kill me.”

“Then I guess you better be real quiet then, huh? I wouldn’t want your parents to find me fucking the daylights out of their precious little girl.” He spoke, connecting his lips with your own. He crawled on top of you, letting his hips grind into yours. Your legs came to wrap around Jake’s waist. The feeling of his jeans on your core felt electric.

His lips traveled down your jaw, to your neck, fingertips dancing underneath the hem of your shirt. You were about to let out a moan, but held it back by keeping your bottom lip between your teeth. He threw it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His lips trail between your breasts, hand coming up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. His fingertips are soft, gentle, as they pull the straps down your arms, helping you slip out of your bra. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m all yours,” you spoke, eyes looking up into Jake’s, giving into the submissiveness of your character. He mumbled against your skin, something along the lines of ‘yes you are’ and continued with his slew of kisses. His tongue swirled around your areola. You reached for the back of his head, hands threading through his hair in hopes to bring his mouth onto your nipple entirely.

Your grip on his hair tightened as his teeth grazed against your skin, gently nibbling on your nipple. You let out a low moan. Jake removed his mouth from your chest, looking down at you. “What did I say about needing to be quiet, doll?”

“I need to be really quiet.” You lifted a finger to your mouth, biting down on the nail. He pulled your finger from your mouth, trailing your hand down your own body. He made you cup your own cunt.

“Be a good girl, and play with yourself for me.” He whispers into your neck, pressing a quick kiss there. You nod moving your fingers from outside of your shorts, to the inside of them, not bothering to get to the foreplay of stripping for Jake. You had no patience for it. Your fingers play with your clit, feeling how wet Jake has gotten you. Not to mention, the whole day you had been anticipating this. You moan as softly as you can, whispering to him about how wet you were. “You’re all worked up for me? Oh sweetheart, that’s so cute. Why don’t you show me?”

You removed your hand from your shorts, letting your slick covered fingers glisten in the light streaming in from the window. You brought them up to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. He moans around your fingers, licking up everything that coated your fingers. “Can I taste you myself?”

“Yes, please.” Your voices are barely above a whisper, staying quiet for the film. He helps you remove your shorts, sliding them down your legs. He placed kisses all over your tummy, his lips wandering to each of your hips, taking it upon himself to bite your skin, listening to the way you hissed. His fingertips slide under the waistband, helping you shimmy out of them.

The second your underwear hits the floor, his tongue is on you. But not where you want it to be. His tongue starts on the inside of your thighs, soothing every spot he bites with a flick of his tongue. “Please touch me, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to good girls who wait.” He went back to biting at the insides of your thighs, teasing you while his fingers danced over your hot cunt. You squirm underneath his touch, wanting nothing more than relief. You go to beg, but know that it falls on deaf ears. Jake didn’t want to hear you beg, he wanted to see you want it more than anything.

Your hips rock against nothing, chasing after Jake’s face. You want to whine, but they’re all silent. He looks up at you from your cunt, noticing in your face just how badly you wanted him. He chuckles mostly to himself, knowing you weren’t going to be prepared for what was coming next. His tongue finally collides with your aching cunt, along with his fingers. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop the sounds from reaching their maximum volume.

It felt like you were on a different plane of existence, with Jake’s mouth and fingers occupying your pussy. His hands were steady on your skin, nails dragging slightly down your skin. He watched the way your hips rocked against the work of his fingers, he smirked at the way your hand was over your mouth, the other one gripping the sheets.

He can tell you’re about to come, watching the way your stomach was rising and falling, whines slipping past the cracks between your fingers. Your hand doesn’t know what to do, grasping and pulling at the sheets. His tongue is relentless against your clit, two fingers slipping in and out of you with ease.

Your hips rock to ride yourself through your orgasm, deep breaths leaving your lips as you remove your hand from over your mouth. But Jake wasn’t stopping.

His pace continued, watching you intently with brown eyes. Your eyes found him, your jaw going slack. You stared at him, watching the way he ate you like you were his last meal on planet earth. That familiar building feeling began to grow again. Nothing came from your mouth, your silence a testament to how wonderful you were feeling underneath Jake.

He whispers into the skin of your thigh after your orgasm passes, “Good girl.”

He crawls up your body, kissing his way back up to your lips. He grinds himself into you, making a wrecked sob fall from your lips as his jeans grind against your hot, sensitive core. Your hands move to undo the belt he was wearing, hustling to undo his button and his fly. Your hand easily slides into his jeans, hand finding his cock.

His hand grips your wrist, pulling your hand from his jeans. Your eyes flicker up to his, wondering why he wasn’t letting you pleasure him the way he just pleasured you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you see Jake walk over to the dresser in the corner of the room. He pulls out a vibrator, walking over towards you as he flicks it on. He stands next to the bed, dragging the vibrator over your skin, power off. His eyes looked into yours. You whispered to him, “Green.”

A small smile plays on his lips, settling back between your legs like he was before. His lips are back on yours. You’ve forgotten about the vibrator that was in his hand until he finally places it against your skin, turning it on the lowest setting. You hum into his lips, hips moving away from the toy. You were still very sensitive from the two back to back orgasms that Jake had just given you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips parting from his to let out a low curse. Your forehead rests against his, eyes closed as the vibrator works against your clit. He slides it up and down your pussy, feeling it slip towards your hole. Your hands grasp at his t-shirt, pulling it up his back, exposing the skin. He hums in praise as you begin to rake your nails down his back, clawing at the familiar build up once more.

“J-J- I, fuck, I’m–” He shushed you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I know, but you’re being such a good girl for me. I know you’ve got another one in there. C’mon, won’t you let it all go for me? Be a good girl and come again for me,” your nails dig into his back even harder. “You’re so pretty when you come, I could watch you come all day.”

“Holy fuck, J.” You whine, tossing your head backwards. Your hands move to grab the vibrator, pulling it away from your overly sensitive cunt, closing your legs. You try not to move your legs together too much, the friction created from pressing your thighs together was a bit too much for you.

“You think you have one more in you yet?” He asked, pressing gentle kisses against your temple.

“I don’t know, ‘m so sensitive.”

“I just want you to make a mess all over my dick, that’s all I wanna do, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you come, I wanna know how pretty you are when you come all over my dick, sweet girl.” He lifts your chin to look at him, you can see him checking in with you silently.

“Please, I wanna come on your cock.” You speak, slowly opening your legs.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm. I am, sir.”

“You want to pick the position?” He asked.

“Will you fuck me from behind, please?” You turned onto your tummy, getting on all fours. He smiled, grabbing a hand full of your ass. He nods, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. He climbs off the bed to fully take off his pants, leaving them at the foot of the bed, as well as his shirt. You look back over your shoulder at him, drooling at the way his tattoos looked on his skin.

He drags his cock up your slit, collecting some of your come to cover his cock. Your mouth falls open as he begins to slip into you. He bottoms out, keeping himself deep inside of you for a moment to let you adjust to his size. The pace he sets once you’re comfortable is slow at first, you can feel every inch of himself that he gives you.

The moment he picks up the pace, all your ears can hear is the sound of his skin slapping against your own and the little utterances of praise he gives to you. “So fucking good. Such a good girl, taking all of me so fuckin’ well. So pretty like this.”

“Fuck,” you speak. “S-so good.”

He pulls out of you and turns you around, bringing you onto your back. He pins your knees to your chest by pushing down on the back of your thighs. As soon as his cock is completely sheathed within you again, his pace goes back to the way it was. He growls, feeling your cunt clench around him. You bite at the skin of your hand, not wanting to let anyone outside your room hear your moans.

His hand slides between your bodies, keeping you pinned by grabbing your ankles with one of his hands. The pace he sets with his fingers is dangerous, coaxing you towards the most intense orgasm you’ve had so far tonight. You spasm around his cock, screaming into the skin of your hand. He tries his hardest to hold on, waiting to come until he can watch you swallow it all.

His teeth are clenched so hard he thought he was going to break them. The second he watches your hips still from calming down, he pulls out of you, hand wrapping around his cock. You sat up as best you could, legs feeling like jelly. “Can I taste you now?”

“Fuck, yes, pretty girl you can taste me all you like. You’ve been so good for me,” he whimpers as your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock, letting his hand do the work. There was no way you were going to be able to match the pace he had set with his hand. He groans, throwing his head back as his come hits the back of your throat.

You don’t pull away from him until he finally lets go of the breath he was holding. He sinks down, sitting on his feet. He brings you in for a kiss by the back of your neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

Josh stopped the camera, tossing the two of you robes. “You did so fucking good, Y/N, holy shit.”

“Thank you,” you blush, tying the robe. Jake helped you off of the bed, noticing your wobbly knees. He picked you up, bridal style. “You don’t need to carry me, Jake, I’ll be fine.”

“You walk like Bambi.” He jokes, bringing you into the bathroom. He begins to draw a bath, pouring in some Dr. Teal’s foaming bath solution. “It’s supposed to be very relaxing. Dr. Teal’s does wonders on sore muscles, which I imagine you might have from being pinned like that.”

“It felt good though. The soreness is nothing to me.” You looked up at him. You tried to stand up to remove your robe, but your legs almost gave out. He chuckled at you slightly, coming to grip your hips. He helped you out of the robe and helped you settle into the bathtub.

“I’m gonna grab you some wine, okay? Red or white?”

“Red please.” You hum from content, lying back as Jake leaves the room. You are soon, though, interrupted by Josh. “Hi, Josh.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, I just have these ideas to run by you. I made a list so you can look them over,” he handed over to you a notepad, a bunch of ideas scribbled onto the paper. “Give them some thoughts.”

“I will, thank you.” You smile at him, returning your attention back towards the paper in your hands. Some of the ideas involved trying out temperature kinks, messing with hot wax and ice cubes. Some involved being tied up. However, your eyes drifted and stayed on a few ideas in particular.

In Josh’s messy handwriting you decipher, “Threesome with Josh and Danny – ropes?? Silk ties???”

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