#magic 8 ball I hate you

[vampiremuney]

fall out boy: plays xo in boston

me, tears welling up in my eyes: you KICK tumblr user vampiremuney? you kick her right in the heart? oh! oh! jail for fall out boy! jail for fall out boy for One Thousand Years!!!!

[tongueonsocket]

okay a few things:

1) fall out boy played so much (for) stardust and they’re probably playing it again tomorrow

2) the only song off of folie à deux that hasn’t been played this album cycle is tiffany blews

3) they’ve officially played every song off of folie à deux live at least once, making it the first fall out boy album to fully be played live

i’m fucking devastated

[nsyncbarbiedoll]

at least i heard ginasfs live at least i heard ginasfs live at least i heard ginasfs live

[theglassespredicament]

[kungfubarbie101]

Sully Family x Reader

how jealous would they get 1 out of 10 and how they are with you

content: fluff

characters: Jake, Neytiri, Lo’ak, Kiri, Neteyam

Jake Sully 8/10:

(2009 Jake)

Jake does trust you

He already knows you have eyes just for him and you show that to him all the time

It’s just hard when there’s a lot of guys around

Especially nasty one that’ll try to be in a girls face

He knows how independent you are and admires that. Thinks it’s pretty hot to

He is pretty over protective at most times

He try’s to be ‘I’m just a hunk’ confident

Even if a guy did hit on you he’d literally get involved with the conversation the guy was having with you

“And then-“

“Oh my god no way!”

Jake would come out of nowhere and embarrass the guy talking to you.

If a man ever put his hands on you he’d try to start a fight with them

“Don’t you ever touch her like that again, you got that?”

He’d hiss at them and pull you away back home. As soon as you’d get home he’d be asking you a bunch of questions:

“Are you okay?”

“Did he touch you funny?”

“Should I kill him?”

You would laugh at his questions and tell him that you where fine, but he acted like you where lying to him and huffed like a child

“Looks like someone’s jealous”

You teased him. He looked at you with a toothy grin and just pull you into a deep kiss.

“Your mine, I hope you know”

You look at him. And nod your head.

“Jake I already know that you remind me every day”

He looked at you and chuckled, looking down

“Hey”

You take his hands and make them roam your body.

“This. All of this. Is only yours and will always be”

Neteyam 5/10:

This boy is chill, he rarely gets jealous

If a guy is staring at you he doesn’t really care, for god sakes he stares at you all the time

I mean who wouldn’t!? Your gorgeous!

He knows your good on being on your own and he knows no one will touch you

He does tells you half the time to kick anyone in the balls if they touch you. Which makes you laugh, even though he’s staring at you with a serious face

Loves your touches and kisses you give him

Melts into your touch. Always does

You have him around your finger

His trust with you is just magic

Unless something’s happens and he looses it

But he’d also show people that you two are together in small ways

He’d have his tail intertwined with yours

You by his side when out together

He does give you freedom. He wants you to know that he trusts you with all his heart

If a boy ever did dare even try to touch you he’d be right there

He saw when that man had a grip on your thigh, making you very uncomfortable as he tried to lean in to give you a kiss. You told the dude multiple times that you had a boyfriend and wasn’t interested but he just kept trying to say:

“He doesn’t have to know….it’ll be our dirty little secret”

Neteyam would rip that guy off of you and throw him onto the ground

“Do you have no shame? Touching a women without her consent? You make me sick”

He’d pull you away, causing a small smile form from you. He’d pull you to your spot and set both of you down. Kissing you tenderly, roaming his hand to your waist to bring you closer to him. Pulling away.

“Hope that guy knows that your mine, all this is mine”

Lo’ak 11/10:

He’s over protective of you

Gets jealous 95% of the time

Always has a hand on your waist, making sure people know your his

Scowls people that look into your direction

I mean he knows your beautiful and all but he hates how men look at you

Even if his own brother talks to you he’d be eyeing his ass like a hawk

If a guy ever hit on you, he’d probably break their nose

Gets into plenty of fights to tell men to back off on you

“Get the fuck off her”

Lo’ak comes up behind you and yanks the man that dared put his grubby hands on you.

“And don’t ever come near her again, got that?”

He’d drag you away with the biggest grin on his face.

“Are you okay?”

He’d ask you. You nodded to only be pulled onto the ground getting kissed by him roughly. You pull away from him, caressing his cheek with your palm as he leans into it.

“I hope you know I have eyes for you and you only, Lo’ak”

He slightly smiles and pulls you into another hot kiss.

“I hope so”

Kiri 3/10:

Very rarely gets jealous

Jealousy isn’t her strong suit

This girl has all trust that you won’t do anything behind her back

Her love for you is 🤞♾

Loves having you around

Hand holding is a yes 🙌

She only gets jealous when your complementing someone else when she’s right there

The person that gets probably more jealous would be you in the relationship (unless your not that kind of type)

Swimming trips/dates are a must for her

She loves how independent you are

How you protect her

Her smile is everything to you as well as yours to her

Kiss her and cuddle her when she’s down in the dumps

She always does the same for you

Anytime, any day she’s with you. Right by your side.

Always brings you something she finds in the water

Small gifts back and forth with each other

Neytiri 12/10:

(2009 Neytiri)

Good god this girl would try to slice a bitch for even trying to be touchy with you

She loves and adores you and hopes that never goes away

Her protectiveness is astronomical

She loves when your by her side. She then knows you have her love

Does give you the freedom you need but just can’t leave your side

She doesn’t claim shes jealous. She just thinks she’s doing what’s best for you and her. To keep you safe in her knowledge

She knows that your strong and can fight your own battles but she just wants you to be safe

She tells you all the time that your hers

“My Y/n”

If someone did try to flirt with you she’d watch you from a distance to make sure nothing was going to happen

Knife in her grasp 😗

Very protective

She does trust you but has trust issues

You always tell her:

“I’m yours Neytiri, I’m never going to leave and you know that”

You grab her hand and place it upon your heart and lean to touch foreheads with her.

“This heart. Is all yours”

This always got her to calm down and trust you and you’d always lay with her and give her kisses, teasing how jealous she is.

[nqueso-emergency]

My Magic 8 Ball just told me that today could really piss some of our bestie boos off-fafa!

That could be fun!

Although, I mustache you a question... was all that hate sent to certain DMs last night, worth it??

God, I hope so 🤷‍♂️

[cybrsan]

Treasure — J.WY [Pt. 8]

SUMMARY: It has been a long time coming.

PAIRING: Waterbender Wooyoung x Non-bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3 and Wattpad

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Tap, tap, tap.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you ran away from the group and Wooyoung followed. The two of you have just been sitting on the floor in silence, the only sound being that of his fingers tapping restlessly against the stone tiles. The cadence of it is almost musical, or like a metronome keeping time.

You can tell that he wants to speak by the way he keeps looking at you and then looking away, but he is also trying to be respectful and give you the time that you need. 

The rhythm of his tapping is broken as he suddenly stops.

"Please, talk to me," he urges softly, reaching out to take your hand in his own. “What happened back there?”

“Is that really important? Shouldn’t we be trying to figure out a way to avoid becoming one of those Inkling things?”

“One thing at a time, Y/N.”

You swallow hard, unsure of how much you should share with him. You're torn between honesty and self-preservation, unable to voice the truth but equally unwilling to lie. So instead of answering, you raise your free hand and gently, very gently, run your fingers through the blue-silver strands of his hair, marveling at its softness. It’s something you have wanted to do ever since you first saw him.

He startles at first but quickly relaxes into your touch, letting his eyes flutter closed. You continue to run your fingers through his hair, the gentle motion seeming to soothe him. You can feel some of the tension leaving his body, his shoulders relaxing slightly. It's a tender moment, one that makes your heart ache with a mixture of affection and uncertainty about the future.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, you ask, “Woo, why are you guys looking for an hourglass?”

He sighs, his brow furrowing as he opens his eyes. You’re sure that he knows you’re diverting, but he lets you anyway. “You remember what I told you the night of the sand storm? About what happened between Hongjoong and I?” You nod and he continues, “Well, it has something to do with that. This hourglass is magic—it’s supposed to let you control the flow of time. He thinks we can go back to the day before he made the accusation.”

Your heart sinks. So they are looking for the Cromer. You try not to let the disappointment show on your face as you probe, “So… what? You think that going back in time will fix everything?”

“Won’t it?” Wooyoung questions, a vulnerable edge to his voice. You can tell he desperately wants to believe in this, that part of him needs to.

"Maybe." You hate the way his face falls, but you can’t give him a more definitive answer than that. Time is a difficult concept, especially when it comes to altering it.  “But do you really want to go back?”

“Of course I do!” he responds without pause. “It’s my fault that things turned out this way. If I can change it, why wouldn’t I?”

You take a deep breath, leaning your head back against the wall. You watch the balls of light flit around the ceiling beams as you attempt to collect your thoughts. Why are you trying so desperately to convince him he doesn’t want to go down this path? Is it to make your own chances of stealing the Cromer easier? Or is it something else?

"Do you really believe it's all your fault?" you finally ask. Wooyoung opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, seeming to really consider the question. “Like I’ve said before, Hongjoong knew your visions weren’t always accurate, yet he used you time and time again for his own benefit. He chose to make that accusation, knowing the risks, and then tossed you aside when things didn’t work out. He's as much to blame as you are, perhaps even more.”

"Is that what you think?" Wooyoung’s fingers tighten around your hand, the only indication that your words have affected him. You glance at him, finding his gaze fixed intently on you.

“That’s what I know. And you need to realize it too," you say emphatically, meeting his gaze with a determined one of your own. "You've been shouldering this guilt for far too long."

Wooyoung’s eyes glisten, his jaw clenched tightly as he tries to hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to break through. A single tear rolls down his cheek, tracing the contours of his face before disappearing within the folds of his shirt. He doesn't say anything, but the silence speaks volumes. Your words have made an impact.

“Hongjoong isn’t a cruel man,” he says, voice hoarse.

“I didn’t say he was. I see kindness in him. I see it in the way he cares for all of you, protects you. But power—and the stress that is often paired with it—has a way of twisting people.”

Wooyoung wipes at his eyes. "Maybe you're right. But even if you are, it doesn’t change how things ended up. It doesn’t bring back what was lost."

“What about everything you’ll lose if you do go back? What about…” You glance down at your intertwined hands, letting your sentence trail off as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

He follows your gaze, letting his fingers trace invisible patterns across your knuckles, his touch feather-light. He trails his hand upward, brushing over the pale silver of the scar on your arm, your permanent reminder of the sandwyrm encounter, and the look that crosses his face is so pained that it nearly breaks your heart.

“Us?” He finishes your sentence, the syllable so soft it is barely more than a breath escaping his lips.

His eyes are still downcast, focused on the visible reminder of the trials you've both faced. It's a complicated question and you’re grateful that he had the courage to voice it when you did not.

“We can find each other again,” he says, sounding so certain that it almost makes you believe him.

“But what if we can’t? We don’t know how the Cromer works. What if you don’t keep your memories when you go back? What if everything that happened just happens again? Or something worse?”

He stiffens, his fingers stilling on your skin, the unanswered questions hanging heavily in the air.

"I won't let that happen."

"But you can't promise that," you counter gently. "For all we know, it could change everything. I could still be indentured. Hongjoong’s punishment could become even more extreme than it was."

Wooyoung suddenly rises to his feet, pacing up and down the hall like a restless animal. The room suddenly feels too small, too confining for the magnitude of your conversation and the myriad of uncertainties that accompany it.

"I know," he finally says. He halts his pacing to lean against a bookshelf, running his fingers through his hair. "I know it’s risky. I know."

"But you still want to try?" Your voice comes out softer than intended, betraying the undertone of fear in your words.

You don’t know what the two of you are, or how you could classify your relationship with Wooyoung. What you do know is that you don’t want to lose him, or the others. For the first time since you were a child, you have a home again. You have people that care about you. Maybe that’s selfish, but you would be the first to admit you are a very selfish person.

He doesn't answer for what feels like an eternity but, finally, he pushes away from the shelf and turns to look at you. His gaze is unreadable, a stormy sea trapped under dark lashes.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” His shoulders sag with the weight of his indecision. "All I know is that I can't bear all of the regret and guilt I feel anymore. I need to be able to do something, to fix it.”

“The past…” you pause, trying to make sure you’re being mindful of the way you say this.  “The past is like a ghost; it haunts us. We all have regrets and mistakes we wish we could erase. But we can’t let our past dictate our future. We can learn from it, we can honor it, but it is not meant to be something that holds us back.”

You think of your own past, the way you have been letting it guide you and determine your path. The memories of indentured servitude, the fear of losing your freedom again, the scars you bear... they've all shaped you, yes, but they don't have to define you.

“We need to learn how to let go.” You hope the words mean as much to him as they do to you.

“You’re right,” he admits. “I understand what you’re saying. But understanding and accepting are very different things.”

“Different,” you agree. You stand and slowly approach him, stopping only when you're close enough to touch him. You place your hand on his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath your palm. “But not impossible.”

“Y/N…” he whispers your name like a plea, a prayer.

One of his hands comes up to cradle yours where it rests over his heart, and the other reaches out to caress your face, his fingers tracing the path of your cheek as if committing the feel of you to memory. His gaze lowers to your lips and you feel your breath hitch in anticipation. There's an unspoken question in his eyes, one that you answer by leaning into him, letting the space between you shrink until your lips are a hair's breadth away from his.

Before either of you can close the gap, a shout echoes through the halls. You and Wooyoung jump apart and, after exchanging a quick glance, both hurry towards the source of the commotion. As you round the corner, you're met with a tense standoff. Hongjoong is facing both San and Seonghwa, sparks flickering from his fingertips thanks to his barely restrained frustration.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wooyoung says, rushing to stand in between the group. “What the hell is going on?”

“What’s ‘going on’ is that these two are cowards,” Hongjoong hisses. “After all the work we’ve put in, everything we’ve sacrificed, they think we should just give up.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Seonghwa interjects. “I just think we need to find another way.”

San scoffs. “Well, maybe Hwa isn’t saying that, but I am. If that makes me a coward, so be it. Hongjoong is right—we have sacrificed a lot. Y/N almost died. We’re in the middle of the most dangerous desert in the world, in some ancient library protected by some giant owl guardian that can turn into stone at will, hundreds of miles away from our homes and our loved ones. Enough is enough.”

“San has a point,” Jongho says. “The owl said we can’t take anything from the library, so even if the Cromer is here, it won’t be of any help to us. Unless we can hang out here until the next full moon.”

“Yeah, that’s not an option,” you interject. “We don't want to become Inklings, remember?”

Hongjoong’s eyes narrow. "And so that’s it? We just walk away? Leave everything we've been working for behind?"

“Everything you’ve been working for—”

Yeosang puts a hand on San’s shoulder, interrupting him. “Arguing isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

Seonghwa nods in agreement. “Joong, I understand your frustration, but we need to be smart about this. There has to be something or someone else out there that can help point us in a different direction.”

“There are no other leads,” Yunho says. “We’ve got to at least admit that. It took us months to even find out about Pandora, and then twice as long to track it down. In all that time, we would have heard about something else if it existed.”

“If our only option is to keep going or leave, I say we leave,” Mingi adds. “I have too much to lose.”

"But you're forgetting one thing," Wooyoung interjects, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes shifting between each person before finally resting on Hongjoong. "We aren’t quitters. We don’t just give up, especially not on one of our own. We should see this through until the end."

You feel a flicker of surprise that he’s siding with Hongjoong, but when you catch the look that passes between them, the way Wooyoung visibly brightens under the leader’s approving gaze, you realize that perhaps his decision isn't as surprising as you thought.

Siding with Hongjoong and Wooyoung might be your best chance to find the Cromer yourself. If they're determined to keep searching, you can use their resources and knowledge to your advantage. Plus, staying close to them will allow you to act quickly when the opportunity arises. You try to ignore the stab of guilt the idea brings along with it.

"I'm with Wooyoung. We've come too far to turn back now," you reiterate, your voice steady in the tense silence that has fallen over the room. “I know I have. San is right—I almost died for this. Hell if I give up now.”

"We push forward," Hongjoong declares, his tone final. But the fire in his eyes dims just a little, his voice softening as he adds, “But I won’t force anyone to stay. I value everything you have all done for me and if you choose to leave now, I won’t blame you.”

His words hang in the air, heavy with the gravity of their implications. The room is silent for a long while.

Finally, Seonghwa steps forward. "I won't leave," he says, his voice firm.

San grunts, his brow furrowed in thought as he looks at Seonghwa. For a moment, it seems like he might argue, but then his gaze softens and he nods slowly. “Alright," he concedes. "I’m not happy about it. But I won’t abandon you guys, no matter what happens.”

"I second that," comes Yunho’s voice. "This may be hopeless, but we're a team."

Everyone else follows suit until all that’s left is Mingi. He sighs heavily, his gaze traveling from face to face. He finally relents with an exasperated groan. "Fine. I won't be the one accused of abandoning the mission. You guys would never let me live that down.”

The tension in the room dissipates slightly, replaced by a sense of renewed determination. Hongjoong nods, a small smile of gratitude on his face. "Alright, then. Let's get back to work. We'll cover more ground if we split up. Seonghwa and I will stay here and try to figure out a way to deal with the guardian. The rest of you should head out and try to find the Cromer.”

As the group disperses, you unsurprisingly find yourself pairing off with Wooyoung. You both head towards a section of the library you haven't explored yet, and he gestures toward a room filled with display cases.

“Let’s start here.”

You nod, heading toward the nearest case. The dust coating the glass is thick and undisturbed, a testament to how long it has been since anyone entered this room. You wipe it off with the sleeve of your robe, revealing the contents inside. Three pendants catch your eye, each etched with a distinct symbol: a crescent moon, a coiling snake, and a radiant sun. Alongside these, a tiara sparkles with precious gemstones. You imagine that this alone could have probably bought out your contract—too bad you didn’t find it before the deal you made.

Wooyoung moves to the cases across the room from you, his gaze raking over the worn items tucked neatly inside of each. An assortment of ancient scrolls, a detailed map of an unknown land, a statuette of some long-forgotten deity…

“It’s not here,” he murmurs, his voice echoing slightly in the otherwise silent room. He pauses briefly, his gaze lingering on an old scroll adorned with intricate calligraphy and faint drawings. He deviates from the mission momentarily to unfurl the fragile parchment. “Oh, Y/N, look—a waterbending scroll. It must be centuries old.”

Curiosity piqued, you abandon your own search and move to peer over his shoulder at the scroll. An array of swirling, complex lines traces out the forms for a waterbending technique you don't recognize. "Incredible," you breathe, your fingers itching to trace the ancient script.

“But it’s not what we’re looking for,” Wooyoung says, folding it carefully and placing it back into the case.

“Wait, you should try it out before we move on.”

His eyes travel from you to the scroll and back again. “We might not have time. It looks complicated, and I don’t know if I will be able to master it quickly.”

"Have a little faith in yourself," you encourage, your hand squeezing his for reassurance. “You’re an amazing waterbender.”

He brightens at your words, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile. He looks back down at the scroll with renewed determination and nods. “Okay, I’ll give it a try.”

He uncorks the water pouch at his hip, the liquid leaping to his call and hovering in the air before him. Carefully, Wooyoung mimics the illustrated movements, the water weaving and spinning through the air. He struggles at first, sweat beading on his brow. But as he persists, his movements become more confident and, eventually, he perfectly matches the forms on the scroll.

The water lashes out like a whip before segmenting into separate sections and condensing into spheres. With a flick of his wrist, Wooyoung sends them hurtling through the air like liquid bullets, each one shattering against the far wall with explosive force.

Wooyoung laughs. “Holy shit. That’ll come in handy during our next sandwyrm fight, huh?”

You laugh too, a mix of elation and disbelief bubbling up from your chest. Without thinking, you run over to him, throwing your arms around him in a tight embrace. The momentum of your movement spins you both around, and as you come to a stop, your eyes lock. The air between you shifts, and before you can process what's happening, he's kissing you.

His lips are soft against yours, moving with an urgency that sends shivers down your spine. You feel his hand come up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. He threads the fingers of his other hand through your hair, pulling you closer as if he can't bear any distance between you. Time seems to stand still, the rest of the world fading away into the background.

It isn’t until the room shakes slightly and the sound of stone grinding against stone reaches your ears that you and Wooyoung break apart. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the source, when you notice a beam of sunlight hitting a particular spot on the far wall. To your amazement, a hidden door slowly creaks open, revealing a secret chamber beyond.

"Well," Wooyoung breathes, his eyes wide with surprise. "That’s not creepy at all."

“We should check it out,” you say, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him after you.

He resists, tugging you back into his chest. “You sure you don’t want to just stay here and continue this…?”

You take in the sly curve of his smile and the twinkle in his eyes and, as much as you want to give into him, you know that if you stay here you might miss your opportunity. “We can continue this after we get out of this damn library.”

Wooyoung chuckles, his breath warm against your cheek. "Fair enough. Let's go explore this creepy secret chamber, then." He intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading the way into the dimly lit room. As you step inside, the grinding sound of stone against stone fills your ears once more. You both turn just in time to see the hidden door slowly closing behind you, sealing you in darkness.

You sigh. “Fantastic.”

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

The Magic 8 | Ralvez x Fem! Reader

This was another request for my milestone celebration from @andiebeaword which just turned into a crazy, smutty beast. This is so loosely tied to the song and I’m sorry. I had to throw weird magic 8 ball references into it that might seem out of place but it made me feel better for going so far off track with this. This is super NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes.

CW - this is just utter filth, proceed with caution. Oof where to begin - talk of sexuality, Spencer has never been with a woman, sexually fluid Luke, PWP, very brief mention of drinking and past drug addiction, making out, sub! Reader, Dom! Luke, switch! Spencer (Dom with reader, sub with Luke), handjobs, swearing, slight masturbation (male), oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, coming untouched, penetrative, protected sex.

WC - 6.7k

Uncertainties were a tragic and unfair symptom of living, something Spencer Reid had learnt all too many times in his years on earth. Life was inherently unforeseeable, unpredictable by nature. 

For someone who hated the unknown like Spencer, it was a hard pill to swallow but one he’d had to swallow time and time again. Life was no less random than the answers on a magic 8 ball, and he’d had to come to terms with that. 

If there was one thing Spencer had always been able to be certain of it was his sexuality. For as long as he could remember he’d always known he was gay and it was a small definitive in his world that he’d been able to count on for many years. 

He’d never looked at girls the way other boys his age had, Spencer had been too busy looking at the boys themselves. He didn’t really understand what that meant until he reached his teens and for a long time it was a part of himself he tried to deny. 

He was already an outcast with being younger and smarter than all of his peers and he didn’t want to add any fuel to the bullies fire. He kept it to himself, his own little secret. 

It was only once he was in his twenties he became ready to act upon it and once he did he never looked back. 

In an uncertain world, his sexuality was the only thing he was certain of. 

Until he wasn’t. 

When Spencer first met Luke Alvez he thought all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Spencer had fallen head over heels for him and much to his surprise, Luke had felt the same. 

He’d never been happier than he was with Luke, but then he met you and you changed everything. 

Spencer had never found himself looking at a woman the way he looked at you. There was something so magnetic about you that he gravitated towards you without even meaning to do so. 

You were the new barista at his favourite coffee shop and you were effervescent, ethereal in your beauty. Spencer found himself often getting tongue tied around you, tripping over his words and sometimes even his own feet. 

And without intentionally doing so, he pulled away from Luke. It was little by little at first until there seemed to be a chasm between them. 

Was his happiness simply a trend for Spencer? Tomorrow now seemed misunderstood, because it was reading outlook not so good. If only the signs would point to “yes” and you could maybe feel the same for him. 

But that wasn’t what he wanted right? He loved Luke, he was just going through a phase. It was nothing more than a harmless crush. 

Wasn’t it? 

Wasn’t it? 

Luke had noticed the way Spencer was acting but he didn’t understand what was happening other than the fact his boyfriend of three years was shutting him out. Every time he tried to talk to the younger man about it he changed the subject. And every time he tried to initiate contact, Spencer shied away. 

Eventually he’d had enough and he had to confront Spencer or risk losing him for good. It had taken some pursuing from Luke and a lot of resistance from Spencer but Luke managed to get to the bottom of his boyfriend's little crush. 

And thus had ensued a long and arduous conversation. 

Luke was, to Spencer’s surprise, extremely understanding. He understood Spencer’s curiosity even if Spencer didn’t. 

Luke had always been a lot more fluid with his sexuality, he’d been with both women and men in the past whereas Spencer had never been with a woman before. 

It confused Spencer and Luke also understood that. Spencer had been so sure about this one aspect of his life from a young age and it didn’t make sense to him how, in his forties, he was now questioning that. 

Luke didn’t begrudge Spencer’s interest and tried to tell the younger man it was perfectly understandable that one day he might find himself curious about these things he’d never experienced before. 

And somehow the conversation had culminated in Luke suggesting a threesome.

Spencer initially vehemently shut that idea down. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of sharing his boyfriend and the thought of being with a woman quite frankly terrified him. 

But the more Luke talked about it, the more Spencer started to open up to it. Although it was terrifying it was also incredibly exciting. And it would only be one night, one night in which he could explore a side of himself he never had before and then everything could go back to normal. 

So he found himself waiting at the coffee shop one day until your shift ended, closing his eyes and ready to take a leap of faith. 

He was prepared for you to say no, to probably call him a creep and he would subsequently need to find a new coffee shop. 

But after explaining everything to you, and showing you pictures of Luke, you’d been surprisingly interested. 

And that was how he’d found himself in a hotel room with his boyfriend and his barista, staring dumbly from across the room and ringing his hands together in his lap. 

There’d been some casual conversation, a drink in the bar to loosen them up, at least for the two of you who didn’t have a past with addiction. But soon enough Luke was suggesting they head upstairs and Spencer’s heart had been beating erratically ever since. 

He sat in the chair in the corner of the room while Luke, who had always been the more confident of the two, wasted no time in moving in on you. 

He held your face in his hands as he kissed you ferociously, bodies flush against each other and small gratified moans leaving both of your lips. 

The first thing Spencer felt was jealousy and not because you were kissing his boyfriend. He was jealous because since the moment he’d laid eyes on you he’d wanted to do what Luke was doing now. 

Your hands wandered Luke’s back while he kissed you, and Spencer felt like a spare part. For a moment or two he felt as though you’d both simply forgotten him and that he was in for a night of watching you and Luke together. 

But then Luke pulled back from your lips and stepped out of your grasp, turning and looking over at the shy man cowering in the corner.

“Spence, you just gonna watch all night?” Luke chuckled, heading over to him and pulling the younger man to his feet. “You’re the reason we’re doing this, cariño.” 

Spencer felt his stomach coiling into knots as Luke led him closer to you. You were smiling sweetly at him, your lips already slightly puffy from Luke’s kiss. 

When Luke let go of him you quickly stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“You've never even kissed a woman?” You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. 

“N-no.” He stuttered with a shake of his head. 

“You do want this right, Spencer? You seem…uncomfortable.” You regarded him curiously. 

“I’m always uncomfortable, that’s normal. I, uh, I really want this. I’m just incredibly nervous.” He kept his hands at his side, acutely aware of Luke watching him. 

“That’s ok, we can go slow.” You moved closer to him, your breasts pushing up against his chest and he hissed slightly. “You can touch me, Spencer.” 

“Oh.” He nodded. “Oh, ok.” 

His hands trembled a little as he raised his arms and placed them cautiously on your hips. You offered him an encouraging smile as you inched your face slowly closer to his, giving him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to. 

But he didn’t want to. 

Your lips gently brushed against his own and that tiny action was all he needed and suddenly it was like a light had switched on. One his hands flew to the back of your head, holding you in place as he somewhat roughly slammed his lips against yours. 

You moaned at the sudden forcefulness and Spencer was quick to slide his tongue in your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and kissed you so deeply the air vanished from your lungs. 

Luke’s eyes widened at the quick change in his boyfriend who was kissing you more frantically than Luke had ever seen. 

And when Spencer used his grip on your hair to lead you back to the bed and push you down to the mattress, Luke felt himself growing hard in an instant. 

He shoved you back to the bed and he remained standing, looking down at you with dark eyes. His previous nerves had disappeared, it was like looking at a completely different person. 

Truthfully the moment he tasted your lips everything seemed to click into place for him. He needed this more than he’d ever realised and now he had the chance he didn’t plan on squandering it. 

Spencer had spent his whole life as a submissive in every aspect of his life. But one kiss from you brought out his dominant side and he adored the way it made him feel. 

He glanced at Luke and the visible tenting in his jeans. Looking into the older man’s eyes, his dominance slipped for a moment and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Is this…is this ok?” He swallowed. 

“Spencer, it is more than ok. I want you to enjoy this, this is your night.” Luke encouraged him. 

Spencer nodded and turned back to you and your ragdoll form on the mattress. His lip twitched up into a slightly dangerous smirk. 

“Get undressed.” He commanded, his voice so stern you knew not to argue it. 

You were eager to do as you were told, scrabbling to get out of your clothes while the two men stood side by side watching as your articles of clothing got fewer and fewer. 

Once your bra was removed, Spencer’s jaw fell slack as he stared at your chest, the first pair of breasts he’d ever seen in real life. 

You puffed out your chest proudly and worked on getting off your jeans. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of every dip and curve in your body. 

If the tightening in his pants was any indication, he wasn’t nearly as gay as he’d always thought he was. 

He was so busy staring at you as you shimmied off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a silk thong, he didn’t notice Luke moving behind him until he felt the older man’s strong arms wrap around his waist. 

Luke’s lips glided over the shell of his ear and one of his hands palmed Spencer through his slacks.

“Enjoying this, Spence?” Luke whispered as he nibbled on Spencer’s ear lobe.

“Very much so.” Spencer nodded dumbly. 

“He told you to get undressed, sweetheart.” Luke spoke to you while he worked on the buttons of Spencer’s slacks, grinding against him from behind. “Panties off.” 

As if being told what to do by one man wasn’t already hot, having them both command you made your head spin. 

You quickly did as you were told and lowered your underwear down your legs as Luke’s hand was slipping inside of Spencer’s pants and freeing his erect cock. 

Spencer made an animalistic hissing sound at the sight of you fully nude. That combined with Luke’s hand which was now languidly stroking him made his knees buckle. 

“What do you want to do to her, baby?” Luke nuzzled against his ear. 

Spencer moaned lightly at the mere thought. His options were wide open, he could do anything he wanted to you but where did he begin? 

Where was the magic 8 ball when he needed it? 

You watched him curiously, standing by the side of the bed in all your glory while Luke worked Spencer’s cock in his hand. 

His pumps were lazy and slow, not intending to bring his boyfriend to orgasm but more just to tide him over. 

“Fuck,” Spencer mumbled as all the sordid thoughts spun around his head. “I wanna…fuck…I think I want to eat her out.” 

You whined and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You knew the situation, you knew Spencer had never been with a woman before but you had no doubt he would be good at whatever he had planned. 

Luke bucked himself against Spencer’s ass and tightened his hold on the other man’s shaft. 

“Jesus I’d really like to see that.” Luke moaned, breath hitting the side of Spencer’s face. “I’ve got an idea.” 

Luke let go of Spencer’s dick and stepped around him until he was face to face with his partner, his back to you. Spencer whined a little now Luke was blocking his view of you but Luke was smiling. 

He brought his hands to the top button of Spencer’s shirt and started popping them open. Spencer didn’t question it and simply let Luke free him from his shirt. 

Once it was undone, Luke tossed the garment on the floor before helping Spencer out of his pants and boxers with zero protest from Spencer. 

With Spencer now naked too, his hard member standing to attention against his stomach, Luke led him towards the bed by the wrist. 

Spencer didn’t complain when Luke laid him down on the bed, head resting against the pillows. He was a little confused but he trusted Luke. 

Having Spencer in position, Luke turned to you with an almost wicked smile. He curled his finger, motioning you towards him and you happily complied. 

Luke quickly slammed his lips against yours again and his hands started wandering down your body while his tongue explored your mouth. 

Soon enough his large hand was between your thighs, spreading them a little before his middle and index finger suddenly swiped through through folds, causing you to yelp. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled into your mouth. “Spence, she’s so wet already. You’re gonna love this.” 

Spencer whined, his hand wandering of its own volition, finding his shaft and firmly squeezing the base. 

Luke collected your arousal on his fingers before brushing over your clit a few times but all too soon he was withdrawing his fingers entirely. 

His pupils were blown out wide as he pulled back from you, a smirk adorned on his lips.

“You want him to eat your pussy, angel?” He tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You mewled in response, but Luke was looking at you, demanding a verbal answer.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, please?” You whimpered. 

Luke nodded in satisfaction, turning your body by the shoulders to face Spencer who was still holding his cock in his hand. 

“Sit on his face.” Luke commanded, tone so stern that even if that didn’t sound incredibly hot you would have done it anyway. 

Spencer’s eyes widened as you crawled on the bed, his nerves returning in an instant. 

“What if I’m not…what if I’m not any good?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he directed his question at Luke and not you. 

“Baby, you’ll be just fine. You’re a genius after all, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Luke winked at him and it provided Spencer with encouragement. 

You kneeled over his chest, a little hesitant to go any further. But then suddenly Spencer was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer. 

He met no resistance from you and was able to pull you like a rag doll until you were hovering over his face. He exhaled a shaky breath and you felt it between your legs. 

“It’s ok cariño, you can do it.” Luke gave Spencer’s leg a reassuring squeeze. 

Spencer growled as he inhaled your scent and suddenly like a man possessed, he tugged you down so you were sitting on his face and his tongue brushed over your most sensitive area.

You whined loudly at the contact and Spencer’s arm came to rest heavily across your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue glided through you, gathering your arousal and hissing at the taste of you. 

When his tongue settled back on your clit and he started lapping and sucking on your bud you couldn’t help but wiggle on his face, feeling the glorious friction from his stubble between your legs. 

He didn’t go easy on you, he wasn’t tentative like a man who had never done this before. He was immediately eating you out with the desperation of a man devouring his final meal. 

His arm was heavy against your thighs, keeping you steadily in place. You leant your palms on the headboard of the bed to keep you upright.

Luke was moaning to himself as he listened to the glorious and slightly messy sounds Spencer was making between your legs. 

He watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face into you while his tongue worked your clit. 

Your body was already trembling above him, and the moans leaving your parted lips were the sweetest song Luke had ever heard. 

He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving Spencer for a second. As soon as he was naked like the two of you he climbed onto the bed. 

You barely registered the weight of the bed shift beneath you, too focused on Spencer’s work with his mouth. It seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this before because he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds to collect more of your arousal before he settled back on his ministrations on your clit. 

He held you down with force, you wouldn’t be surprised if he left a bruise across your thighs with the pressure he was exerting. 

Spencer didn’t care. He was obsessed with the way you tasted and couldn’t believe he’d gotten to this age and never tried this. 

He could feel you soaking his face, as his nose buried against you while his tongue continued to lap and suck greedily at you. 

His cock was throbbing painfully, in desperate need of stimulation. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came untouched simply from the taste of you. 

He was certain this would not be his last time doing this. 

You suddenly felt a warm, hard body encompassing you from behind at the same time Spencer felt a pressure on his chest. 

Luke knelt either side of Spencer’s torso and pressed himself against your back. 

“Jesus Christ you have no idea how hot this is.” He panted against your ear. “How does she taste, Spence?”

“Hmm.” The younger man simply hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body. 

Your eyes were rolling back in your head at Spencer’s deft tongue but that wasn’t even the half of it. 

You felt something ghosting between your legs from behind and then suddenly two thick digits were plunging inside of you. 

“Holy shit.” You mumbled incoherently as your head fell to your chest. 

Luke smirked as he placed a kiss against your neck and started working his fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, Spence she’s tight. Your gonna want to fuck her.” 

Spencer hummed against your clit again and tightened his hold on your thighs. He nuzzled his face entirely between your legs, desperate to taste more of you but the idea of being inside you made his cock pulse achingly. 

Luke thrust his fingers deeply inside of you, feeling you fluttering and clenching around him. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips were feral and he could tell you wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Are you close, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your neck. 

“Mmm hmm.” You pathetically replied. 

Luke grinded his hips against your back whilst his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, pounding into you with bruising force. 

Spencer never let up even for a second and the sounds of his tongue between your legs filled the room alongside three sets of moans. 

Your body startled to tremble furiously and you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly your back went rigid and your eyes shot open as you reached your peak. 

“F-fuck!” You screamed so loud the walls shook, clenching around Luke’s fingers as Spencer swallowed every drop of your orgasm. 

Soon you were going limp again and Luke held you upright with his body as he slowly slipped his fingers out from between your legs. 

But Spencer didn’t seem perturbed. 

His arm on your thigh tightened even more so and he continued circling your sweet spot with his tongue. 

Luke wrapped his arms around you to steady you, your body shaking. 

“S-Spencer,” you whined. “S’too much!” 

But Spencer still didn’t stop. 

His tongue traversed through your legs and back again to your clit where he pressed the flat of the muscle against you.

You whimpered, quaking on top of him and trying to squeeze your thighs together but his head was in the way. It seemed to spur him on and his tongue moved faster. 

“Spencer?” Luke tried to get his attention but Spencer didn’t listen. 

His own orgasm was building and he was so close he couldn’t stop now. 

He kept up his work, seemingly not noticing your whines or the tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. You felt him moan between your legs and then out of nowhere his body started to convulse beneath you. 

His grip on you loosened and you fell back into Luke’s waiting arms. Spencer was panting and moaning furiously. 

Luke helped you to lay down next to Spencer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend and the slickness coating his mouth and chin. 

When his eyes cast further down the younger man’s body he noticed his slowly softening cock and his come all over his stomach. 

Luke couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Spencer coming simply from pleasuring you. 

Luke laid down between you, two worn out and lifeless bodies either side of him. But he wasn’t done with either of you, he hadn’t gotten off yet. 

He gripped Spencer by the jaw and turned his head to face him before smashing his lips against his boyfriends. 

The taste of you on Spencer’s lips was phenomenal and he made a gut wrenching moan erupt from Luke’s lungs. 

“You liked that huh?” Luke smirked into the kiss. “I guess you must have done if you can come just from eating pussy.” 

Spencer simply mewled, his body shuddering at the thought and Luke chuckled as he slowly manoeuvred himself down the bed. 

He bowed his head to Spencer’s stomach and started lapping his tongue over his flesh, cleaning his boyfriend of his arousal. 

Spencer whined a little at the sensation, wriggling on the bed but allowing Luke to clean him up. 

“Come on guys, what about me?” Luke sat back on his haunches and looked at the two of you, already complete wrecks. 

He chuckled with a roll of his eyes and got up from the bed, tugging Spencer by the wrist until he was sitting up. 

“Since you have such an oral fixation, it’s my turn, cariño.” Luke nodded to his hard cock which was begging to be touched. 

Spencer whimpered again but nodded all the same and forced himself onto his knees in front of Luke. 

He would get a second wind, no doubt. One of his favourite things in the world was giving his boyfriend head and he would never turn down the opportunity, 

He placed his hands on Luke’s hips as he bowed his head closer to his length, blowing cool air over the tip and making Luke groan. 

Soon he was parting his lips and wrapping them around Luke, quickly taking the older man all the way in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. 

But Spencer didn’t even seem to notice. He had the most impressive gag reflex that even when Luke got carried away and fucked Spencer’s mouth, Spencer never batted an eyelid. 

The sloppy sounds of saliva and Luke’s moans caught your attention and you rolled onto your side to see Spencer now taking the other man’s length like it was his job. 

You’d given plenty of blowjobs in your life but you’d never gotten the chance to witness one in real life. 

It was a dizzying sight, the way Luke’s entire cock disappeared inside of Spencer’s mouth, the same mouth that had been pleasuring you just moments before. 

The way Spencer’s tongue glided up the vein on Luke’s shaft and then danced teasingly over his swollen head was intoxicating. The way Luke’s abs tightened each time Spencer took him all the way to the back of his throat was glorious. 

Luke’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been watching Spencer and onto you, that dangerous smirk on his lips again.

“Come and give him a hand, angel.” He winked at you and his tone told you exactly what he meant. 

You still felt weak as you clambered to the edge of the bed, your skin so sensitive. You dropped down to the floor kneeling behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

He was already half hard again as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and a muffled scream left his lips at the sudden contact. You felt his body jerk forward at your touch, thrusting his face into Luke’s pubic hair. 

Luke chuckled and moved his hand to the back of Spencer’s head, balling up his locks and using his grip to control the pace. 

Spencer was standing at full attention in no time at all as you stroked him and you felt yourself getting turned on again too. 

Luke stared down at the two of you on the floor as he bucked back and forth in Spencer’s mouth. Luke had always been the more dominant of the two men and having both of you on your knees, so subservient to him was the most incredible feeling in the world. 

He wanted to freeze time, to capture this delicious image in his mind. He wanted this to last forever.

But he also wanted more. 

He knew this was supposed to be for Spencer’s benefit but it had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to be with a woman and Luke didn’t want to let it pass him by. 

He already felt his precum leaking down Spencer’s throat but that wasn’t how he wanted to come. 

Suddenly he let go of Spencer’s hair and stepped back from the younger man’s mouth. If there was ever a sight to reduce a grown man to a fucking puddle it was the one Luke was witnessing now.

A trail of salvia joined the head of his cock to Spencer’s chin, dripping down from his pouty lips. His eyes were large and doe like, staring up at Luke like he hung the moon, messy hair falling in his face. 

And you were behind him, chest pushed up against his back while you continued to stroke his cock. 

The love he felt for this man was incomprehensible, the kind that defied all laws of nature. 

But he would put a pin in that, he had more pressing matters to attend to. 

“Both of you up.” He commanded and you both scurried to your feet without question. 

Luke’s hungry eyes took you all in, focusing on you while Spencer stood dumbly at your side. 

“On the bed, spread your legs.” He told you sternly and yet again you were quick to comply. 

Luke located the condoms, ripped one open and rolled it over his length. It was a little odd at first, he hadn’t used condoms since he and Spencer first started dating but at least it might mean he could last a little longer. 

Although given how turned on he was, even a condom might not help. 

Spencer looked at him a little sadly, a pathetic whine leaving his lips. 

“What about me? I thought I was going to fuck her?” 

“And you will, baby,” Luke cooed, brushing his fingers along Spencer’s jaw. “But it’s my turn first, you already got to come. It’s only fair that I do too.” 

“O-ok.” Spencer nodded. “W-what do I do?” 

“You get to watch, cariño.” Luke shot him a wink before climbing onto the bed where you laid out in front of him. 

He regarded you curiously for a moment or two before he pulled you up by your biceps. 

“I want you to ride me, angel. Can you do that for me?” He whispered so lovingly and you nodded which seemed to please him. 

He let go of your arms and positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard. You climbed into his lap, a knee either side of his hips and hovered over his length. 

Luke glanced at Spencer who was still standing dumbly at the side of the bed like a spare part. He patted the mattress next to him. 

“Come here,” he nodded his head, motioning Spencer over. 

Spencer did as he was told yet again and came and sat next to Luke just as you started lowering yourself onto him.

From this angle Spencer had the most incredible view of Luke’s cock as it disappeared inch by inch inside your cunt. 

You and Luke moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside of you. He was thick and heavy but maybe not as long as Spencer but he stretched you out as he entered you. 

“Fucking Christ,” Luke moaned as he bottomed out inside you. “I forgot how good that feels.” 

It was different than having Spencer around him. Not better, not worse; just different. He wouldn’t trade sex with Spencer for anything in the world but you felt so spectacular that for a brief moment or two he forgot about Spencer’s existence. 

It was only when the younger man let out a guttural moan that Luke remembered him sitting next to him. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he gave Spencer a sideways glance. 

“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered to his boyfriend. 

Spencer’s hand immediately found his own member and he started stroking himself languidly. 

Your eyes flit between where Luke was repeatedly slamming inside of you and to where Spencer was jerking himself slowly. 

Luke grabbed your hips and used his grip to help move you up and down. His own hips were bucking to meet you, his orgasm dangerously close after the night's previous events. 

His head was a complete mess, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want this moment to end so soon but he knew his release was imminent. 

“Fucking hell I’m sorry, I’m so close.” Luke whined, his thrusts becoming more frantic. 

You tried to meet his pace and each time he pounded inside of you his blunt head slammed right against your bundle of nerves. 

“S-Spence,” he panted, eyes hooded and full of lust. “Get a c-condom. You can f-finish her off.” 

Spencer squeezed the base of his cock at the thought, a cacophony of nerves and excitement bubbling in his chest. 

He reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom, his hand shaking a little as he tried to tear the foil package. 

Of course he’d helped men with them before but he’d never had the need to wear one himself. Rolling the rubber over his length was a new and strange experience but that would only be the half of it. 

It started to dawn on him that in just a few moments he would be buried inside of you, an encounter he never expected to be having. 

But he couldn’t fucking wait. 

Luke’s face contorted and his fingers dug into your hips as he bucked one last time and came with a strangled moan, spilling his seed inside of the condom. 

Spencer watched on in eager anticipation as Luke continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, growing slightly impatient. 

“My turn?” He whimpered pathetically. “Please?” 

Luke glanced over at him again, eyes barely open and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He reached a lazy hand out to stroke Spencer’s cheek. 

“Of course baby.” He whispered, helping you off of him and hearing you whine as he slid out of you. 

You looked at Spencer while rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of what you were meant to do. 

“Where do you…how do you…?” You asked softly. 

Spencer’s eyes widened at the question, and he quickly became overwhelmed. Luke could tell by the slight panic in his boyfriend's eyes that his mind was over saturating, over-thinking this moment like he did every other moment.

“Take a breath, Spence.” Luke mumbled. “Close your eyes, I know you’ve pictured this moment. Close your eyes and imagine it.” 

Spencer once again did as he was told he closed his eyes. Luke was right, he had pictured this, a huge amount as of late. 

With Luke, Spencer gave over all his control, letting Luke have the dominance. He’d never minded, always happy in his role as the submissive but right now he craved that power. 

He wanted a position in which he could have full authority over you, in which he would hold all the cards. 

He opened his eyes suddenly and surprised you both when he stood up. He curled his finger for you to do the same which you did in an instant. 

As soon as you were on your feet he grabbed you somewhat roughly by the wrist and led you to the corner of the room where the armchair sat. 

He brought you to the back of it, turning you around so you were bent over it, your back to him. He shoved the back of your head down and parted your legs with his other hand. 

“Just like this,” his voice was breathy. “Fucking perfect.” 

Two fingers ran between your folds and you hummed against the fabric of the chair. But they soon disappeared so he could wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to where he needed it to be. 

He lined himself up and looked over at Luke who hadn’t moved. Spencer’s eyes were questioning, unsure as he looked at his partner. 

“If you don’t want to do this, Spence, no one is going to force you.” Luke spoke quietly, reassuringly. 

“I very much want to, trust me.” Spencer replied. 

“Then what are you waiting for, cariño?” Luke smirked and it was all the impetus Spencer needed. 

He took a shaky breath before he cautiously pushed his head past your threshold. His eyes instantly doubled in size and Luke noticed his entire body stiffening. 

Spencer was still looking at Luke as his mouth fell open and he dared to push another inch inside of you. 

You moaned as he did so, feeling that familiar stretch you’d experienced with Luke. Neither man was small, you would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow. 

“Keep going, baby.” Luke encouraged with a smile. 

Spencer swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he did so. Inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly he vanished inside of you, hands holding you steady by your hips. 

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you his whole body stilled as he adjusted to the way it felt. Nothing could have prepared him for it, the way he could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him; how warm and wet you were wrapped around him. 

“How is it, Spence?” Luke breathed. 

“I…I…no words.” Spencer panted his reply. 

There truly were no words to describe it and Spencer usually had a word for everything. But this was so beyond his wildest comprehension that even his giant brain couldn’t find the necessary prose that would do this justice. 

He took another deep breath, finally looking away from Luke and down between your bodies. He gasped loudly at the sight awaiting him as he pulled his hips back, seeing the condom coated in your slick. 

And when he pushed back in his head spun at the way he disappeared inside of you, taking his entire length. 

“Fucking hell.” He panted breathily.

His animalistic side took over then and he started suddenly pounding into you, hard and fast jabs of his cock as it filled you up again and again. 

You gripped the armchair and your moans muffled against the material. Your legs were shaking but Spencer was holding you up with a firm grip on your waist. 

Each time he slammed against you, he seemed to hit you in a new spot and his hips slapped against your ass probably leaving bruises. 

Luke was moaning from his position on the bed, his cock starting to grow hard again at the sight of his boyfriend pounding you. 

Spencer’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, like nothing Luke had ever seen before. 

He looked delirious, his eyes half rolled back in his head and his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. 

He fucked you into the armchair, his thrusts unyielding as he worked his way to his orgasm. 

Luke moved without the forethought to do so, on his feet and moving across the room. He came up behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his neck. 

“How good does it feel, Spence?” Luke mumbled against his neck. 

“Fucking…so good, so fucking good.” Spencer whined, hips snapping back and forth frantically. 

Luke nibbled on his boyfriend's neck, fingers brushing over his nipples before tweaking them a little. His dick pressed against one of Spencer’s ass cheeks and the friction caused by Spencer’s thrusts was dizzying. 

Spencer felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, the coil wound so tight it would imminently snap. He somehow pounded you harder and you could feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you. 

As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke in a ragged voice, “are you close?” 

“Hmm.” You replied, nodding your head. 

“Fuck, me too.” Spencer agreed. 

Luke could feel Spencer’s impending release in the way his body tightened in his arms and his legs started to wobble furiously. 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” He bellowed, burying so deep inside of you as he came in the condom, at the same time he felt you clenching and pulsing around him as your own orgasm joined him. 

His hips kept slowly bucking and he closed his eyes, leaning the weight of his body back against Luke’s chest. 

Luke held him while he came down from his high, while he tried to compensate in his cloudy mind how anything could feel that good. 

Eventually his movements stilled completely and reluctantly he withdrew from you, causing you both to whimper at the emptiness you both suddenly felt. 

His arms still around Spencer, Luke first helped his partner to the bed where he collapsed like a doll, before he returned and aided you to the bed as well with an arm around your waist. 

Luke stood at the foot of the bed and watched the two fucked out bodies as you and Spencer fought to catch your breaths. 

Spencer was on his back with his eyes closed and his fingers ran lazily up and down his own rib cage as though trying to bring himself back down to Earth. 

You were curled up on your side, eyes also closed as you nuzzled against the pillow. 

Luke smiled to himself, hand involuntarily wrapping around the base of his shaft as he regarded you both. 

He started leisurely stroking himself as his eyes flicked between the two of you, dark eyes with blown out pupils. 

In his wildest dreams he never could have predicted how magnificent this night could be. What could have been his and Spencer’s downfall he knew would now only bring them closer. 

The magic 8 ball might have forecast a less than favourable outcome but right now all signs were pointing to yes. And Luke was by no means finished with the fun. 

He stepped a little closer, still stroking himself as he watched you both with a large smile on his face. 

“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breaths,” he spoke almost callously, forcing you both to open your eyes. “But don’t think we’re done here. We’re gonna keep shaking this magic 8 until it breaks.” 

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 8- The Case of the Hungry Snake

Episode Overview:

58 total, 12 different words said by 12 characters.

Charles: 1 Bloody Hell

Crystal: 5 Fuck, 5 Shit, 2 Bitch, 7 God. 1 Jesus, 1 Prick

Jenny: 10 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 Ass, 1 God, 1 Jesus, 1 Screw

Niko: 2 God

Esther: 3 Fuck, 4 God, 1 Screw

Cat King: 1 Fuck, 1 Dick

Kingham: 3 Fuck

Girl in Memory 1 (Cheating BF): 1 Damn

Crystal's Mom: 1 Damn

Crystal's Dad: 1 Jesus

Girl in Memory 2 (Club Fight): 1 Fuck, 1 Slut

Girl in Memory 3 (Traffic): 1 God

Curses Per Character:

Charles: 1

Crystal: 21

Jenny: 15

Niko: 2

Esther: 8

Cat King: 2

Kingham: 3

Girl in Memory 1 (Cheating BF): 1

Crystal's Mom: 1

Crystal's Dad: 1

Girl in Memory 2 (Club Fight): 2

Girl in Memory 3 (Traffic): 1

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 23

Shit: 6

Bitch: 2

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Bloody Hell: 1

God: 15

Jesus: 3

Dick: 1

Prick: 1

Slut: 1

Screw: 2

Lines:

Girl in Memory 1 (Cheating BF): Why are you being so goddamn mean?

Crystal: Am I ever wrong about this shit?

Crystal: My parents won't say shit, they don't even--

Crystal: Jesus Christ! You guys scared me.

Crystal: God, it's like being punched in the face and the stomach.

Crystal: Yeah, well blame my parents. Holy shit!

Esther: God, you're nosy.

Crystal: Mom? Oh my God. Mom is that--

Crystal’s Mom: They're wasting our goddamn time, Seth, go tell him!

Crystal’s Dad: This is Art, for Christ’s sake!

Girl in Memory 2 (Club Fight): Get your fucking hands off my boyfriend, you slut!

Girl in Memory 3 (Traffic): Oh my God, did you guys hear? James got hit by a car.

Crystal: Maybe karma is just a bitch.

Crystal: Oh, my God. Oh, I'm a fucking awful person. Oh, God, I'm the worst.

Crystal: God, I was a bad person before him.

Crystal: Because if you did, God, you'd hate me.

Jenny: What the actual fuck?

Jenny: And why the ever-loving fuck is my hair braided?

Jenny: Fuck that! That is bullshit!

Jenny: No fucking way.

Kingham: "No fucking way" to you. "No fucking way" to that side braid. What the fuck is that?"

Jenny: Fucking fuck!

Jenny: Screw it. I'd rather know my own life, no matter how fucked up.

Jenny: Jesus, fuck!

Crystal: Oh my God, Jenny are you OK?

Crystal: Shit (digging Niko out of rubble)

Niko: Oh my God. Am I dead?

Niko: Oh my God. Is that why the magic eight ball kept saying "outlook not so good"?

Jenny: Esther's a witch? I thought she was just an asshole.

Crystal: Fuck! (Realizes Esther has the boys)

Jenny: I figure a meat cleaver can cut up a witch, but what the fuck do I know anymore?

Crystal: Because whatever fucked-up little thing you have going on with Edwin, you must care about him a little.

Cat King: So was her wayward husband. A real swinging dick.

Cat King: Fuck me. Did you even listen to my story?

Crystal: She probably put a, like, kill-you-instantly spell or some witchy shit on the door.

Esther: Don't ever trust a goddess to grant your wishes, because she'll definitely screw you over good.

Esther: Oh, God! Oh, God, no, my face… Is fine.

Esther: Oh my God, my own sacrificial knife? I'm impressed. But I'm not fucking around that you're also gonna patch that wall before you die too.

Crystal: I am so sorry he was a colossal prick.

Esther: Who the fuck are you?

Esther: What the fuck? Hey hey hey no! What did you just do?

Crystal: Hubris is a bitch, am I right?

Jenny: God, that sounds so fucking procedural.

Crystal: I don't have to give up my new fucked-up life while I'm trying to sort out my old fucked-up life.

Charles: Oh, bloody hell. And you're always just popping up. Where do you even come from?

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

David: I can’t, you stupid bitch! (Episode 7)

Bonus:

Esther: Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.

‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’

Updates:

-Added ‘slut’, updating charts and counts.

-Added bonus quote from Esther

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[anincompletelist]

[ vol i | vol ii | vol iii | fic rec fridays ]

hi all! :D I have slowly but steadily been knocking things off of my tbr list, a few classics and a few newer fics, and they've been AMAZING! as per usual I wanted to share before the list gets too long for next time!

as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.

happy new year and happy reading y'all! <3

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | T+ | 5k

When the Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Year's Eve Party is interrupted by a security threat, Henry, Pez, Nora, June, and Alex find themselves locked in the White House library for their own protection with nothing but time, a few bottles of champagne, and some lighthearted conversation, until a single question threatens to change everything for Henry.

(+ read their first au fic here ahh!)

muscle memory | @dumbpeachjuice | E | 30k

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

You Are the Wave I Could Never Tame | bleedingballroomfloor | E | 12k

That should be it. Henry is doing his job; the pool is getting cleaned, and Alex shouldn’t think anything more of it. Then why does he feel the slightest bit of disappointment when he walks back to the pool house and Henry isn’t there? Or, the pool boy Henry AU that I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it.

if evil, why so cute? | @everwitch-magiks | E | 5k

Alex’s cat hates Alex, but loves Henry, the Bookstagram influencer who’s on vacation in Alex’s quiet seaside town. And while Alex is pretty salty about his grumpy cat’s inexplicable affection for a complete stranger, he must admit he can see the appeal; Henry is fucking gorgeous. It’s why Alex follows him on Instagram in the first place. It's just, Alex had never thought he’d be officially introduced to Henry by his own goddamn cat. Or: Henry takes a two-week vacation to a seaside cabin with the intent to read a lot of books. Instead, he has a lot of sex.

Just like that | @myheartalivewrites | E | 10k

When Henry comes home from a date frustrated by the guy’s lack of expertise, Alex starts having thoughts. And then, because he’s Alex, he sticks his big foot in his even bigger mouth.

(@myheartalivewrites listen I fell down a rabbit hole ok and if I could rec your entire ao3 here I would -- OH WAIT I CAN)

In His Wildest Dreams | @myheartalivewrites | E | 11k

Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come | @sparklepocalypse | E | 30k

"For Christmas this year, all I would like is a best friend who doesn’t mind too much that I’m a prince. Most of my classmates poke fun because of who I am, or treat me like I’m too special to be their friend. I want a best friend who knows me as much as my family does and still likes me. I know that you can’t wrap a best friend up in a box and put it under the tree, but you’re magic so you know the best way to bring one." (Movieverse canon divergence; Prince Henry, age 8, writes to Father Christmas wishing for a best friend. A few weeks later, he finds one.)

A Picture on Your Corkboard | bleedingballroomfloor | M | 23k

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

I want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) | @violetbaudelaire-quagmire | M | 10k

To: alex@biconicink.com From: hjfox@rocketmail.co.uk Subj: Tattoo Reference Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg) Hello, Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location. Best, H.J. Fox [OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!]

(Dil)Do It Yourself | @happiness-of-the-pursuit | E | 16k

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

just a figure of speech | @congee4lunch | E | 17k

“Like I said: Alphas really don’t know how to fuck.” “And like I said,” Alex sets down his mug and steps closer to Henry. “I can fuck and I know how to fuck you so well, you’ll see stars, baby.” [henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course]

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saving some for next rec, I'll see you all then! enjoy, and remember to show support if you did! <3

xx

[mysterycitrus]

*shakes you like a magic 8-ball, respectfully* thoughts on grant emerson and grant + roy family things?

*my brain audibly rattles around like a pinball machine*

one of the worst changes to roy harper’s writing post-flashpoint is his total disconnection from younger heroes. his relationship with grant (and rose wilson and mia) were as important for him thematically as lian is — a portrayal of a recovered addict who is trusted and beloved by his community, and is a valuable support for others. it’s a shame he didn’t have the same connection to the young justice generation as dick and kory and vic do, because i really would’ve loved to have seen him interact more with cassie and kon specifically.

his relationship with grant is so great, and is one of my favourite parts of titans 99. the idea that a titans character would look to roy for leadership instead of dick is very funny conceptually and very sweet in-text. roy earned his trust!! grant is a very hurt person who’s scared of hurting others, but isn’t afraid to open up around roy!! it’s good character writing!! roy is shown as a deeply empathetic person, whose empathy is reflected in how lian immediately tries to comfort grant when he’s having a breakdown!! im gonna ignore pretty much everything about grant this century but i also think it was a great example about how the titans as a space works so well for people who lack other support — even if the fab 5 make it functionally toxic hehehe

it’s also a great mirror to how much roy hates bruce, but also a reflection of roy’s own history with ollie — people misinterpret his relationship with ollie a lot but there’s a very loving and trusting foundation there. roy hates how bruce treats his own kids (specifically dick) and thus treats his own daughter and other kids with respect and care. roy is portrayed as a goofy guy a lot of the time, but i miss when he was allowed to be actually emotionally intelligent and empathetic. his entire life should’ve revolve around which bat people like him hanging out with the most — give him a rich inner world!!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Unity

@jegulus-microfic August 8, Word count 842

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Regulus finally settled on a medium-sized boulder. He muttered spell after spell over the locket. Trying to think of a way to prove it was what he thought it was. The locket, though it had a clasp and a hinge, did not open, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it open. A shadow fell over him as James Potter peered over his shoulder at the locket. 

“You’re blocking my light,” Regulus said through gritted teeth. 

“Not really,” James replied, perching too close beside him on his boulder. Regulus tried to stand, but James started talking before he could do more than tense his muscles. 

“That was Slytherin’s locket, right?”

“Yes,” Regulus hissed as he gave up with magical means and bashed the priceless heirloom on the rock. 

“Wait, wait!” James grabbed his wrists, encircling them with his fingers and stopping Regulus from hammering the locket. “Will you just hang on a second?!” James grunted as Regulus squirmed and shoved him. James toppled off the boulder, taking Regulus with him. They landed on the dusty ground with Regulus sprawled on top of James, his wrists still locked firmly in James’s hands. 

“Are you happy now?” He spat, trying to right himself, but James just yanked his arms until they were face to face. 

“Will you just listen? What was Salazar famous for?”

“Hating mudbloods?” Regulus deadpanned. James tightened his hands so tightly around Regulus’s wrists that he yelped in pain. “While you are around anyone that isn’t your precious Dark Lord or his little followers, you do not use that word. Do I make myself clear?” James growled. For the first time since he met James Potter, Regulus felt actual fear of the man. This was a side he’d never seen before, and he wasn’t sure he hated it. 

“He’s not my precious anything.” He grumbled, turning his face away as best he could. Had everyone forgotten already that the Dark Lord had locked him away and staged his death so no one would look for him?

“Then stop spitting out his venomous words. Muggleborns are just as magical as us purebloods, some even more so.” James loosened his grip slightly while still keeping a firm hold. “And maybe stop calling him the Dark Lord, it makes it sound like you’re still a part of his little party. The wolves are getting antsy, they don’t like Voldemort. We need unity amongst us, or it won’t matter if you figure out how to defeat him, we won’t have the help we need to do it.” Regulus flinched. He didn’t like saying or hearing that name. “Anyway, as I was saying. What was he most famous for?” Regulus stilled as he thought for a second, letting James’s chest lift him up and down with his gentle breathing. 

“He was a parselmouth,” Regulus whispered. James grinned at him. 

“They all were. So perhaps their family heirloom is imbued with that magic.”

“And it won’t open unless we speak to it in the right language.” Regulus sat up excitedly and James gave him the slack to do so. “Salazar’s balls, I wish I still had access to the library in Grimmauld Place. I bet there are multiple books on the subject.” He stomped his foot into the dirt, causing a fine cloud of dust to puff up around it in his aggravation. 

James sat up, making Regulus slide down his chest and into his lap. “You know, the Potters have the third-best library in wizarding Britain after the Blacks and the Malfoys?” James mused. Regulus perked up. 

“You’d let me into your library?” His mind started going a mile a minute as he thought of all the things he would need to cross-reference and how little time he’d probably get in there. 

“Sure, love, for as long as you need,” James grinned at him. Regulus smiled back, completely forgetting that James was still holding him prisoner and glossing over his use of love. 

“Well, don’t you two look cosy?” Marcus snickered as he walked past, taking a huge bite out of an apple. Regulus twisted his wrists and this time James let go. He got to his feet and brushed off his trousers before he glared at the wolf. 

“I thought you had pack business to attend to?” Regulus questioned. Marcus’s eyebrows rose up his head as a myriad of expressions crossed his face so swiftly that Regulus couldn’t pick them apart. 

“If you think that when those two said ‘pack business’ and didn’t get that it was code for boinking in the forest, then you two are dumber than I thought you were,” Marcus guffawed as he went on his way. “Pack business, ha!” Regulus grit his teeth as he watched Marcus walk away, contemplating the many different hexes he was going to cast on his brother for disappearing and leaving him alone with James Bloody Potter. At least he’d got an invitation to the Potter library out of being manhandled and a new appreciation of being captured by James Potter's hands. 

Next part

[grapehyasynth]

young royals fic rec, 20/?

i’m (slowly) working my way through the wilmon tag on ao3 and thought that as i go i might shout out some fics i enjoy along the way! i've tagged authors where i knew their tumblr url, but please feel free to tag folks or dm me if you know ones i've missed!

1. sending you this christmas card (to say it’s nice to have you here) by @angelbabysimon - Wille and Simon are neighbours. Wille loves Christmas, Simon hates it. Can I make it any more obvious?

2. not if it's you by @prince-simon - A Hallmark-esque Christmas AU in which Simon is a nanny for the Crown Prince's son.

3. at the right time, in the right surroundings by @waiting-star - The morning after Wilhelm’s speech, Simon makes up for lost time.

4. Never thought you'd fuck with my brain by Canterloop - "I can't stop loving him. Just like I couldn't make myself love you."

5. Red by @hilliska - After breaking up with Marcus, Simon returns to Wille's room. After all, they do have the day off - or do they?

6. Confess your truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters by @sunshine-rudberg - Simon couldn’t care less about Hillerska’s centuries old traditions. He especially doesn’t care about Saint Valentine celebrations and a masquerade ball, of all things. But he might just change his mind when he finds an anonymous note in his locker with one of the boys declaring his love for him.

7. Heirloom by tesorino - Young royals with a soulmate/magic powers au twist, following canon and beyond.

8. Study of a Prince in Pink by SkuldTheNorn - Simon Eriksson does not have a crush on Wilhelm. Because Wilhelm is a goddamn Prince of Sweden and also, in all likelihood, straight. Right? So of course he doesn't. Except he's totally lying to himself. And maybe there's hope after all.

Full list of rec lists

[amanita-muscaria-lover]

Libby Reads Trials of Apollo: The Dark Prophecy

~spoilers below the cut~

• Honestly trying not to laugh at the Blemmyes

•Hunters of Artemis let's gooooooo

• Zoe Nightshade mention 💔💔

• Lesbians??

• LESBIANS

• Tbh I'm so happy Rick wrote a settled down, older, lesbian couple

• The ghost with the magic 8 ball is honestly a vibe and no I won't be explaining

• Loving and hating Leo and Calypso's relationship dynamic (what's their ship name again?)

• Not Leo feeling bad for taking Calypso off Ogygia stop I'll cry

• Honestly Apollo/Lester's nightmares are horrifying compared to Percy's

• 2nd emperor name drop (who even is this guy ??)

• Meg mentioned!!

• Loving the Adventures of Apollo/Lester & Calypso™️

• MEG MEG MEG MEG

• A Hunter of Artemis being named Hunter is so Rick Riordan coded holy shit dude

• Georgina 🎉🎊🍾

• Um the fucking colosseum scene is crazy

• Peaches 😰

• 🎶 Thalia Graceeeeee 🎵

• Lityerses being like "wtf you almost killed me!" and Commodus being like "pfft yeah and?"

• Commodus actually scares me wtf .

• Baby boy Festus ❤️❤️🫡🫡

• Bro how are there 4 hours left in this book?? It seems basically wrapped up

• Georgina being Apollo's kid (maybe) is crazy

• Meg singing a song with grief and guilt while Apollo goes crazy to the island 💔

• Ohhh it's Trophonius doing that to Meg

• Are Meg and Apollo going to be like a thing? Cause idk how to feel about that

• As a sucker for whump, Apollo being so worried about Meg is fantastic

• "I'm here. I'm Apollo. The god of healing. You will not die on me."  GODDDDD

• Um the prophecy ???

• I am utterly shattered over Heloise 😭😭😭

• A Satyr who loves enchiladas MY BOY IS BACK BABYYYY

[maefansblog]

Bridgerton Season 4: What Do We Want?

[It's probably a long shot if any of Netflix actually listens to what the viewers actually want.] (I posted on reddit a little earlier. I want to see what the community wants from Season 4, too, either here on Tumblr or Reddit.)

Don't make us wait another 2 years. Spin offs should not happen if they can't deliver on the main story. If the story can't be fully told in 8 episodes, give us 10.

1. Main story: Benedict and Sophie

Masquerade, the sofa, Sofie runs away,

Benedict exploring his pansexuality, Sofie's family drama, Sofie Runaway and becomes a servant, Benedict not knowing who Sofie is, and

asking her to be his mistress [ughh yes I hated that], Sofie saying no, 🤣

MY COTTAGE, Sophie discovering Benedict's art,

them falling in love,

the jail scene,

Benedict discovers Sophie is the Lady in Silver, Whistledown and Benedict saving Sophie.

Benedict and Sophie HEA

A good HEA should be at LEAST 15 minutes.

2. Eloise being secretive, hiding away, writing letters and disappearing either by the 7th or 8th episode.

3. Penelope's fall out from Lady Whistledown. Rasing the heir, trying to be a part of society as the heir's mama, and editing Colin's journals. Also saving Sophie through Lady Whistledown.

4. Colin and Penelope writing, visiting John, Fran, Michaela and Eloise. Colin loving being married, eating a lot, and taking care of his son. It is told that Marina has passed away. Penelope, Colin, and Eloise deal with this.

5. Anthony and Kate actually working as the Viscount and Viscountess. We see the new baby.

6. Violet actually moving into a Dowager House. Hyacinth and Gregory fade a little into the background. Maybe Daphne's children make an appearance if Daphne and Simon can't. Violet loves her grandchildren. Show Eloise actually interacting with the kids. Lady Danbury, Violet, and the Queen continue to strengthen their relationship.

Some people are saying that Araminta is Cressida’s mother. If Cressida is Sophie, I will throw the entire show away. If Cressida is Posy or Rosamund, I will feel better. Cressida will have a part in the story, but I do NOT want her with Benedict. 😡

I love show Benedict. I remember reading An Offer from a Gentleman a few years ago and I hated what Benedict did. The show has an opportunity to touch on dark themes that happen with Sophie, but also redeem Benedict by humanizing him. Luke Thompson already has.

Book Quotes:

"I can live with you hating me," he said to the closed door. "I just can't live without you."

"You're beautiful because you know your own darkness and still, that alone doesn't stop you from finding your own light."

"It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him.

His heart had been right. There was only one."

"Be mine. Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I'll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you."

"At the masquerade, even before I saw you, I felt you. Anticipation. Magic. There was something in the air. And when I turned, and you were there, it was as if you'd been waiting for me, and I knew that you were the reason I'd stolen into the ball. You are the reason I exist, the very reason I was born."

[In all honesty, I want Bridgerton to keep going. There are a lot of stories to tell. It shouldn't end here. It shouldn't end with Benedict. It should be told in its entirety. I'm worried that if they continue to deviate so much, they are going to lose a lot of fans.]

If you read this far, I appreciate you. 💕