#jel's writings

[athenagc94]

The finished product in honor of Chapter 10 coming out in my Muses and Melancholy fic.

[remytheratking]

I'm pretty sure I read this from someone else, I forgot who though but this isn't entirely my idea.

I've been thinking about Jeth and what their dynamic will be and I feel like they're exes who remained friends. When you think about it, Reth has a poor reputation among the village, and Jel is fully dedicated to his path and is from a known and respected family. A relationship between those two would probably be incredibly looked down upon.

So, I feel like Jel found himself in a situation where he had to choose either Reth or his own reputation, and ultimately decided to break up with Reth. Reth would obviously be betrayed by this decision, but not exactly be mad at Jel. Though he would then begin to avoid Jel for a long time before Tish basically makes them talk and be friends again. While they'll never be like they were before, they would put aside that event and once again become close friends.

The angst potential with that idea is lovely in my opinion, and I'm incredibly tempted to write a short oneshot fic based on it.

[mistress-light]

Cinta's sense of humor when she's tipsy or drunk: "Prav let's play do or drown."

[catboyelimgarak]

Jel is only getting like 2hrs of sleep bc he’s always out there being a brooding little artist. Crazy, what a mood tho as an artist.

[wordswhisperinthedark]

Not me refusing to go back to Reth's storeroom so I can't start his final friendship quest (even though I kinda want him to be my shepp lol)

[rachaelmayworth]

Bloody Mines: a palia short story (1,7k words)

Rune walked down the front yard of her home, tired and confused. The chill evening air tousling her hair, before she unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Warmth embraced her immediately, banishing the cold from her body, but not from her mind.

She put down the axe she'd been using all afternoon, coming down with a metallic clang as it fell against her partner's axe. The mines were always dark and eerie, but today was different. Today the eerie feeling had become all too real when she spotted that shirt. That damned shirt with the dark stains that had decorated it as it lay discarded on some wooden planks.

Her mind had immediately gone to blood, as the fabric looked perfectly crimson in the candlelight. Though it must have been dirt, she'd reasoned, there was definitely a lot of it in the mines.

But there was more in that mine shaft that had made her feel so uneasy. A perfectly fine satchel, carelessly discarded. A knife? Latched into one of the beams. And the ring-

"Welcome home!" River sang from the kitchen, pulling Rune from her cloud of thought. And just like that, the scent of dinner floated around her, beckoning her warmly. Rune felt a smile creep onto her face as she made her way over, finding River stirring food on the stove, her figure alight with the fire from the oven.

"That smells good," Rune said, wrapping her arms around River's waist, snuggling close to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I've been practicing," River smiled, leaning into Rune's touch. It was nice coming home to her after such a long day. Rune's whirling mind somehow seemed to be quieter with River around.

But then, when dinner was long gone and the garden was looked after, when the fireplace had turned to embers and they were both deep under the covers of their ravenwood bed, Rune's mind was in full steam again.

The stained shirt haunted her, the reddish hue mocking her subconscious. It was sinking its teeth in her, mercilessly tugging at her, screaming to have all her attention. The ring grinned at her in her memory, shimmering grimly in the torchlight.

“Are you okay?" River asked. Her golden eyes gazed into Rune's, worry lapping over her face like a wave.

Rune sighed. Her stomach twisted a little, like it did every time she didn't really want to say something. Because if she did, it would somehow make it more real. “It's silly, nothing really.”

“Are you sure?”

Rune shrugged. River cradled Rune’s hand reassuringly.

“It's something I saw in the mines… it's probably nothing. I mean, it was probably just dirt…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I found a discarded shirt in the mines. Some other stuff too, but- yeah. The shirt.”

"The shirt," River parotted, a little smile forming on her lips. "Okay."

"Well, it's more what was on the shirt," Rune sighed deeply, "I think it may have been blood? But I don't know. It's dark in there. Could have been anything.”

“But you think it's blood.”

“Y-yeah. I think so?”

River smiled in the dark, the yellow of her eyes almost glowing. “Cool.”

Rune snorted. She couldn't help it. “Of course you think it's cool! You didn't see it in real life.”

“I'd still think it's cool if I did see it, though.”

“Yeah, true.”

Rune laughed poking River in the ribs playfully. River just batted her away.

“Careful! Or you can get more acquainted with the couch.”

“Not the couch!” Rune said, mock scared. River just laughed and snuggled closer.

Sleep didn't wait long to claim Rune after that. Sleep that was filled with crimson and unending passageways.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“So, suppose it really is blood,” River said, scooping some soup onto her spoon, “do you think someone got murdered there?”

River's eyes shined too much at the word murder. Rune tried not to think about it too hard, ignoring the curious pull in her core. Instead, she focused on the tavern, where they sat at their regular table, eating their regular soup. She stared down at the green tabletop, the curves and worn grooves as familiar as their own dining table at home.

“Are you guys talking about the Bahari Bay Ripper?”

Rune jumped, utensils clattering as her knees bumped hard against the wood. Some soup slipped into her windpipe and a coughing fit ensued.

Reth stood next to their table, plates in hand, concern on his face as Rune kept coughing. He was the tavern’s cook, although sometimes it felt like he was the cook for the entirety of Kilima. The guy was weirdly intense about it.

“Who's the Bahari Bay Ripper?” River asked, leaning in closer. Rune instead sat back, her appetite having left her. Even though her stomach growled hungrily.

“Well that's- uhm. You guys are talking about the mines right?”

Rune nodded. River cocked her head questioningly.

“Wait, you know about that?” River asked at the same time as Rune said, “you've seen the shirt too?”

“Oh,” Reth flicked his hand nonchalantly, “everyone knows about that. But maybe you should talk to your boyfriend, Rune. He's definitely the one to talk to about this macabre stuff.”

Rune's attention snapped up at the mention of Jel. Reth raised his eyebrows at her. Then he looked around and leaned in conspirally. “I always figured the cartel had something to do with it,” he said thoughtfully, “but then Jel said something peculiar last night in b- I mean, as we passed each other on the street. He said something about losing a ring? Could be unrelated though.” he scratched his head. His cheeks looked a bit red.

Rune's brows furrowed. Her boyfriend was a peculiar person, so it wasn't all that strange if he had said something peculiar as well.

“Jel says weird stuff all the time,” River said, waving her hand dismissively, “that says nothing.”

“Did he say anything else while you guys were…” Rune gestured vaguely.

“When we passed each other on the street,” Reth offered helpfully and untruthfully.

“Right,” Rune said, eyes narrowed.

“Nope. Nothing else. I always try to end the conversations before they're started, anyway. Can't stand the guy.”

Now Rune was the one raising her eyebrows. “Oh yeah? You sure meet up a lot for foes. You're gonna have to try harder if you want your dalliances to go unnoticed.”

Reth's blush deepened several shades. Then his eyes darkened and fixed on Rune's mug. “You done with that?” he asked, then he quickly walked off with it before Rune could give an answer.

“He’s so easily taken off guard,” River smirked. Rune smiled back.

“He makes such a show of hating Jel, it's endearing.”

“So he doesn't hate him?”

“Oh he definitely does, it's just not the only feeling he harbours for him.”

River hummed at that, gazing at Reth’s retreating back. “Can't say I'm surprised.”

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Rune was so deep in thought as she strolled down the pond with Jel that night, that she didn't notice Jel trying to get her attention until he practically stopped her. She froze mid-stride to meet his gaze, his figure bathing in the waning moonlight. The pond behind him shimmered brightly, its surface silent and smooth like a mirror.

“Where are you in that pretty head of yours? I hate to see you troubled, my muse.” he reached out and squeezed her bicep lightly.

Rune looked down in surprise. His touch was warm and reassuring. And foreign. Jel often avoided touch, even this far into their relationship. So to feel his body so close to hers was something to savour.

She met his gaze, only broken by the pink of his glasses. They glinted in the moonlight, reflecting her bewildered state.

“I'm fine,” Rune said. But even to her ears it sounded unconvincing.

But then peripheral caught another shimmer. She looked down, her subconscious forever drawn by shiny stuff.

And there it was.

On his finger sat the very ring she'd seen in the mines.

That same damned ring that haunted her dreams. That was now forever fused with blood because she didn't know any logical reason why it would be at the scene of a potential crime without it having something to do with it. Anything to do with it.

“What- that's… I…”

“What's wrong?” Jel asked, “you look like you've seen a ghost.”

Rune's mind whirled. “You… you're…”

Jel creeped closer. So close. “Say it.”

“You're t- the Bahari Bay Ripper.”

Jel clasped his hands, looking incredibly pleased. The moon shone from above, casting deep shadows on his face. Rune never realised how sinister his face could look. “I'm so glad you figured it out. I don't know how much longer I could have kept this from you, my muse. Oh, this is simply delightful! Secrets are never good for any relationship, you know.”

Rune could only nod. Her throat felt too constricted to utter any words.

“What do you think, love? Would you consider joining me? I really need four hands for my next project. It's a rather sizable one.”

And just like that, something twisted and clicked inside Rune. Those words weaved through her like a spell, silver ribbons wrapping her up into Jel's sick world. The roaring in her stomach was back, and she realised now it was no hunger, but the rising of a monster.

Jel was looking at her expectantly, no amount of ferocity in his face. Rune wondered how he would react if she said no. But as soon as she thought it, she knew she couldn't.

“So, what do you say?” Jel asked, his eyes sparkling darkly. And somewhere deep down, the monstrous thing that was awakening as if from a deep slumber, clawed up her throat, demanding to be let out. The ringing in her ears grew into a roar, lighting every fiber of her being.

She locked eyes with Jel, knowing he would see that same dark spark reflected in her gaze. She smiled at him. And he smiled right back. Their monsters danced, and they both knew this wouldn't be the end. It was only the beginning.

[room-on-broom]

The fuck do u mean Welsh has a word for the day before yesterday

[kakusu-shipping]

All I want for Valentine’s Day is to make Lovecore moodboard requests

[applexxpop]

Tish x Jel x Transmale reader

Warning: Smut MDNI, overstimulation, the word “clit” is used to describe reader

You laid on Jels bad, moaning as Tish thrusts her strap in and out of you

“Dragons..look at you, sweetheart, so pretty stretched around my strap”

She says, hands gripping your thighs and pushing them against your chest

“Yes, I must say you do look rather beautiful, Darling”

Jel said, who was standing on the side of the bed, fully clothed as he watched the two of you

“Please..”

You weren’t sure what you were begging for—Jels touch, a hand on your clit, anything 

“Aw poor boy”

Tish chuckled, her beautiful smile showing. She kissed your calf before letting go of your thighs and sat up on her knees, your legs no longer trapped between her and your chest but now bent at her sides

“Jel would you be a dear and give him a kiss?”

Tish asked. Jel immediately bent down and kissed your lips. You grabbed his necktie and eagerly kissed him back, moaning into his month 

“Do you want to cum, love?”

Jel ask after he pulled back, you nodded and looked at Tish for permission

“You can cum, lovely. Do you need Jel to touch you, hm?”

She asked, her thrusts slowing as she spoke

“Yes, please..need it”

You practically whined. Jel chuckled and slid a hand down to your clit, roughly rubbing circles, causing you to arch your back with a loud moan

“Come on, Sweetie, you can cum for us can’t you?”

Tish said, speeding her thrusts back up. The pit in your stomach grew

“Gonna cum, fuck..fuck!”

You came with a shout, one hand grabbing her thigh, and the other grabbed Jels unoccupied hand

“Think you can take a little more?”

Jel asked, intertwining his fingers with yours

“I-fuck I don’t-“

You whimpered at the overstimulation. Tish had slowed her hips to a stop, but Jels fingers still rubbed your overstimulated clit

“Now Jel, let’s not overwhelm him to much”

Tish said and pulled out, Jel hummed and removed his fingers from you

“Shh, breathe, sweetheart, It’s ok, we’re done. You did so well for us”

Tish praised you as she took up the strap and laid next to you, holding you close as your breathing calmed. Jel laid behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing small kisses to the back of your neck

“Yes darling, you did so well, did everything Tish asked”

Jel said, you sighed with content, burying your face in Tish’s chest.

[athenagc94]

You know that one scene from Anastasia where Dmitri sees her all dressed up. Jel seeing my OC Solise for the first time in the dress he made for her.

Gods, I'm rusty but here's a partial look. I wish I could accurately draw her dress. The words made it easy, but alas my hand could not.

Anyway... Check out my fic here.

[daenysx]

imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

[mistress-light]

Why do those writing ideas come when I am totally tipsy? I just added 2 more wip's. 💀

[bubble-leaves]

Could you write out some reth headcanons please? I don't care what it's about, I just want more content about the silly little soup man. Have a good day!

who doesn't want more of this adorable rascal?! ❤️

Reth . . .

- thinks all about you during his shift at the bar

- often checks the distant windows to see if you just so happen to pass by the inn

- is unafraid of physical affection; he's all yours, and he'll let you know

- is a touchy-feely guy himself, so prepare!

- often rambles to Zeki and Ashura about you, just literally anything about you (Ashura thinks it's endearing, but Zeki can't stand the sap)

- is usually sleep deprived but tries to maintain his energy for you

- falls asleep in literal minutes if he lays down with you, ESPECIALLY if he's in your arms

- always knows what will fluster you and catch you off guard; is a suave and occasionally smug flirt

- LOVES making you blush and speechless, it's practically the life in his lungs

- loves making you breakfast. And yes, he makes more than just soup; he loves using the pancake recipe that's in the baking cookbook you gifted him around the time you were beginning to know each other

- is always taken aback when you do acts of service for him or reciprocate his thoughtfulness; his face always becomes pinker, but he tries to keep his cool

- wants nothing more than to fall apart in your arms after a long day

- loves quietly discussing his day with you as you hold him and caress his back. He shows a different, deeply hidden part of himself when you're both like this; he's hushed, genuine, and totally encapsulated in the moment

- secretly chats with Jel and Tish about you

- doesn't like to get drunk, at least, not REALLY drunk, despite working at the bar

- is a laughing/crying emotional drunk

- melts on the inside when you bring him meals during his shift

- LOVES LOVES LOVES when you come to visit him during his break in his storeroom; you're his favorite source of energy recharging

- is lowkey (highkey honestly) protective of you and worries about your safety often, especially when you're on perilous quests

- bakes small cakes or a batch of cookies for you when you're feeling blue

- is overrall a sly dog and sweet boyfriend that's *obsessed* with everything about you

[chicago-geniza]

I understand intimately why Jelonka dropped out of school to be Stefania's personal secretary, you know

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Mike: Uh, babe? The hotel just sent us through a bill for the electricity use in the room.

Alison: What?! How could we have used that much? There's only a couple of lights, a laptop and a TV!

-cut to Higham Suite-

Mia: So Sharona told my secret to the entire class and now no one will talk to me!

Light: *flashes in morse code*

Mia, writes down translation: Ur friend is insecure and jel of u. U should eat her.

Mia: That's what I thought but Nana Betty says trying to bite people isn't "ladylike".

Light: *flashes in morse code*

Mia, translates: Eat her too.

[carboysandbikemen]

can you write something about how easily the drivers get jealous, maybe because they saw you talking to another driver and flirting with them. but they won't say anything until you get home and show you who you belong to

please I'm desperate and love jealously-sex 🙏

This made us so insane we did it in two parts because we got so caught up in dom drivers getting jel (-🐝) and ALSO sub drivers getting jel about you flirting with other people (-🐻).

Part 1- Dom Drivers (see below for sub drivers)

Lewis- You'd be able to tell Lewis was jealous as soon as you made eye contact with him, his eyebrow raised as if to say 'Are you really doing this right now?' It's a bit of a game to you and it's fun to push him a little but not too far. Just enough to make him want to push you to your knees and make you choke on his cock until you cant help but cry, telling you how well you take it and how good you look on your knees for him. He wouldn't really expect you to tell him how good he is, he just needs to prove it to you while occasionally telling you that you were made to take his cock and no one else would satisfy you like he can.

George- George would look over at you, jaw clenched and eyes dark. Oh you'd know he was pissed off with you for sure, but you'd also know he was trying not to let it show, trying not to be that guy- but he just can’t help it. He just gets so pissed off at the thought of anyone touching you but him. Dom George would turn it into a bit of a scene, he'd clear it with you first of course, but then he'd make you kneel and be a good little slut for him. He'd tie you up and then edge you until tears are slipping down your cheeks, bringing you to the edge and back and making you repeat over and over that you don't need anyone but him until you can barely form a sentence. Only then will he finally let you come. Afterwards as you're snuggled up against him and he's giving you aftercare, you'd reassure him that he really has nothing to worry about and he'd smirk, cockily, and say: "Oh, I know that."

Charles- Charles wouldn't make a scene in the moment, he'd act like it doesn't bother him at all, like he's the most comfortable secure man in the room. Then, later when you're alone he'd play with you and fuck you until you come, then go again and again, overstimulating you to prove a point. Telling you while he does that no one can make you come like he can because no one knows your body this well, no one can take care of you like he can. You don't have to reassure him, he doesn't make you say it, but he needs you to hear it.

Fernando- Fernando, however, would not wait. He'd drag you into the nearest closet or bathroom or anything vaguely private and fuck you until you're almost crying, making you tell him how much you want him, how much you need him, how much better he is than anyone else you've ever been with. Everything he'd do to you he'd get you to tell him that he's the only one that gets you off like he can. He'd play with you and make you come on his cock, not caring about how much noise you make and who might hear, as long as you know (and tell him) who it is that can really make you scream. He'd also make you walk back out into whatever party you're at with his come dripping out of you into your underwear and not let you clean it up until later as a reminder.

Daniel- Unlike the rest of the time (when you can't shut him up) Daniel wouldn't want you to reassure him, he wouldn't make you tell him how good he is or feel the need to tell you how he's the only one he can make you come. Instead, he would just pull you into the bedroom as soon as he can, and absolutely fuck the shit out of you. It's the most intense sex you guys have and he would absolutely give you love bites along your collar bone so everyone can see you're his.

Sebastian- "You know he can't fuck you like I can right?" Unlike the others, Seb is really very secure as a person and in your relationship. He is, however, a cheeky fucker who will absolutely have fun with it He will pretend to be annoyed, but you can tell it's all a game to him and he loves it. It would be the most fun sex you'd ever have.

Extras:

Mark Webber: Mark would pin you to the bed and fuck you harder than he's ever fucked you in his life. He'd bite your shoulder and rail you while telling you "You're mine."

Carlos- Dd/lg vibes for days. That is all.

Part 2- Sub Drivers

Lewis- Let's be real, Lewis is really needy. Lewis loves the praise and the attention and knowing how obsessed you are with him. If he sees you even laugh with someone else he's frowning and you can't wait to push him gently into the sheets and reassure him. Call him your babygirl and tell him that you don't need anything but him laid out for you to play with and you've got him back again. Still, you cant help but continue with it, teasing him and kissing his body, worshipping him and edging him until he's desperate and ready all for you.

Charles- If he saw you flirting with someone else he would get a bit pouty and baby about it. You can tell he's upset by how he gets a little bit quiet. You'd try get out of him what’s wrong, and he'd try to insist that it's nothing, really it’s nothing at all. He'd be quite needy but still wouldn't tell you. You'd have to fuck him first, get him all needy and desperate for you before you get it out of him. Then, obviously you'd need to reassure him with lots of affection and touch and praise.

Twink!Nando- Nando is absolutely insulted that you'd even think to possibly flirt with anyone but him when he's right there ready to receive your attention. He'd grab your hand or come in a bit closer to you in the moment but when you're home he'd avoid you, brushing you off as punishment for your audacity. You'd have to win him over with praise and cooking etc, or take the easier route and pin him to the wall and kiss him until he's whining into your mouth, putting your knee between his thighs so you can feel him break and start to grind against you. He'd still be a bit bratty, so you'd have to fuck him well and good until he's chanting your name.

Twink!Seb- Honestly, the audacity that you would even think to fuck someone else, especially especially when you didn't also invite them along for a threesome, god. You'd let him have his fun pretending to be upset, letting him prove a point to you by letting him ride you and take what he wants, before flipping him and railing that boy until he's crying and sobbing into you as you praise him. He needs a lot of praise. He loves hearing how well he's doing and how good he's being for you and you can't help but slip in how you don't need anyone else when you have all of this, but really Seb knows that anyways.

Fabio- Fab would get really whiny and touchy, closing whatever gap there was between you so that he's crowded up into your space. He’d be all pouty and look at you with those big brown eyes and you'd just know that you need to look after him because he’s absolutely not discreet about the fact that he needs your attention right this second. Once you get him home, it's all about praise, praise, and more praise as you fuck him into the bed. He’s your good boy, and there’s nobody else for you. There would be lots of cuddles afterwards, obviously very important for him.

Nico Rosberg- Nico is such a little attention whore baby, so obviously he'd be so upset and jealous. He'd be such a little brat to cover it up though because he can't let you know he's upset about it. Simply couldn't possibly admit that to you. You'd have to rail that boy so hard and so well, preferably while edging him until he cries for you, until he understands that it means nothing. You wouldn't have to verbally reassure him, just fuck him and hold him close to you, but it also wouldn't help to throw some praise at him. Needy baby energy. Lots of physical touch.