#of getting a few thousand dollars or not and i can't just be like oh well guess i won't get my short term disability pay

[yandere-daydreams]

Hear me out hear me out on this concept idea

Southern gothic small town pastor Geto AU

tw - non/con, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, financial abuse via organized religion, and implied kidnapping.

wait that would actually be so hot of him actually.

i don't know what is about geto but he just,,, radiates scummy religious figure energy to such an atrocious degree. like, couldn't you just imagine him moving from small town to small town, posing as a country-values pastor to scam his ever-growing congregation out of their life's savings and retirement funds before smuggling himself away and moving on to fresher meat? if he works quickly, the whole operation takes a little less than six months, and he's got such a charming smile and such a soothing voice - no one's ever so much as thought twice about trusting him, not really, not unless they wanted to be the next town outcast.

well, no one aside from you, of course.

it's cute - just how suspicious you are of the man who has your chronically truant parents sitting in the front row of his chapel twenty minutes early. you'll tell anyone who's got the time to listen that you don't like his hollow expressions, that you don't find his sermon-topics appropriate, that you don't trust how quickly he showed up after your last pastor suddenly went missing. no one listens to you, of course. you burnt that bridge when you decided to move away to some big, new-age city and attend some expensive, self-aggrandizing university. like him, you'll only be in town for a few months, just until the start of your next semester, but unlike him, you actually care about what's going to happen to your neighbors after you leave. the fact that you stopped going to church entirely after he took over doesn't help. in a town like this, you might as well be signing the warrant for your own social exile.

you make an effort to keep your distance, but he just can't seem to pay you the same courtesy. in a town like yours, it's can be hard not to run into familiar faces, especially when he seems to stop in at the general store where you picked up a summer job every other day, when he mentions to your mother that they could really use an extra pair of hands at the church's monthly bake sale or tells your father that he might want to bring a helper the next time he comes to fix up a few things around the sanctuary. you're always so flustered around him, always so brooding - like you think someone's going to believe you just because you cross your arms and pout. he savors any chance he gets to touch you - whether it's his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he moves past you in a narrow hall or your body pressing into his after he forgoes your offered handshake in favor of a nice, tight, neighborly hug.

and, when you come to him, he thinks he might finally know why people try so hard to get into heaven. it goes without saying that you're irate, shouting at him from the steps of his parsonage as you demand he return the tens of thousands of dollars that your mother so generously donated early that day, but it's not hard to convince you to come inside, to get a glass of wine into your hand under the pretense that, if you really drove all this way just to yell at him, it's the least you deserve. things devolve from there - your glass looks a little empty, why doesn't he top you off while you tell him what a terrible person he is? you've already finished that bottle, but he's got a gorgeous vintage red, and you're just starting to slur - he's sure it'll be fine. and, oh, well, you're far too drunk to drive yourself home, but don't worry, his bed's big enough to share. and oh, look at that, don't you feel lucky to wake up naked and sore in an unfamiliar bed, the handsome young pastor's cock still buried inside of you? he's sure your parents will be elated when you two tell them about your new engagement (because, of course, you can't just sleep with your local pastor and expect to come out of it without a ring on your finger, can you?), even if you seem a little upset right now.

it's only as he watches you sob into his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his cum still dripping out of you, that he decides he might be able to stay in this particular small town for a few more months. just long enough to find a way to take you with him, when he leaves.

[serkonans]

the way we handle medical leave in the states even for people with good benefits is cruel

[astraystayyh]

please fall before i fall

jeongin x reader. best friends to lovers. they think it's unrequited love so a bit of angst. but they're just idiots. happy ending :))

summary : 3 times you saved jeongin's ass and the 1 time he saved yours (and ended up confessing along the way). holidays themed.

winter falls masterlist.

a.n. : i am very happy to finally post my first fic for the winter falls collab with my author xi hehehehhe i hope you'll enjoy this one <333 it's very light and fluffy she's the cute one!! oh and my song rec is i bet on losing dogs by mitski

One. 

Jeongin’s thumb hovers over your contact name, his rosy lip pulled tightly between his teeth. He hesitates for a few seconds before finally dialing your number. 

“What do you want?” you start which makes an incredulous snort escape his lips, a gust of powdery air materializing before his mouth from the cold. 

“How much do I have to pay you for you to come over?” 

“Ten thousand dollars. Cash,” you precise as he mouths along to what you say, already guessing what your next words would be. 

He's come to know you at an abhorrent speed these past few months; since you sat right next to him in your biology class, head buried in an oversized navy hoodie. Your perfume knocked into him like a gentle breeze— Sicilian lemon and white bouquet notes, nostalgic summer amid an unforgiven autumn. Memories of sticky fingers from molten ice cream and feet soles meeting the warm sand wafted in the air, alluring him to the kindness of a long-gone summer, you. 

That is why he talked to you at first, because you smelled nice, incredibly so. He tells you it's because he liked the pair of shoes you were wearing. 

“What if I brought you your favorite coffee?”

“Are you outside my dorm?” you squeal and he imagines you must be scrambling to get up, opening the curtains. He knows he's right as your figure materializes behind the window. “Hi,” you wave, a small giggle escaping your lips. He can't help the fond smile that draws upon his lips. 

He thinks he likes you a little. 

“Hey, please help me wrap my family’s gifts,” he pouts, waving the coffee in the air. Your order that he memorized by heart, not even meaning to, it was just natural for him to order you coffee every day, to remember your preferences as if they were his own. 

“Why are you here if we're going to your dorm anyways?” you laugh, leaning against the window. 

“Because I know I need to bribe you,” he sighs, angling his head to the side. “Are you not going to hang up and come downstairs? The coffee will grow cold.”

“I’m coming!”

An hour later, four gifts are resting beside Jeongin's figure, perfectly wrapped thanks to your skilled hands. He's lying on the warmed tiles, and you're right beside him, so close your knee brushes against his thigh now and then. 

He is keeping count, well, more so his heart, constricting in his lungs each time you touch. 

He's so aware of you, so much he's sure you’ve crawled into his skin, morphing him into nothing but a shell of you. 

Perhaps he likes you a lot. 

“You're an insane man. Who leaves gift wrapping to the last minute?”

“You're best friends with said insane man.” 

“Remind me how did that happen again?” you ask, propping your head on your elbow, and turning to the side to look at him. Jeongin has to pretend that the sight of you hovering over him doesn't affect him. That his eyes aren't drawn to your lips, heart dissolving at your feet, hoping to brush against your own. 

Please fall before I fall, he nearly pleads.

“Why are you so close,” he feigns disgust, pushing your face away with his pointer finger. 

“What? Does that fluster you?” you question, amused, bringing your face even closer to his. He scrambles away before a blush sprouts on his face, one he wouldn't be able to justify to your scrutinizing gaze. 

“As if. You're ugly,” his eyes squint, lips thinning into that particular smile he knows annoys you. He moves to the side swiftly, anticipating the shoe you throw at him.

“You're literally— remind me to never help you again, asshole.”

“I'm kidding. Thank you for today, seriously. I didn't know wrapping gifts could be this hard.” He falls back to the floor dramatically, banging his head against the tiles in the process.

“Well deserved,” you whisper. 

“I heard that.”

“Good,” you giggle, before gently massaging the spot where he has bumped his head. He purses his lips against one another, afraid of what words might escape the confines of his throat, vocal cords moving to the gentle rhythm of your touch. 

“Will you keep on being this clumsy, Innie? mm?” you muse, tone quieter. 

The nickname makes his insides churn, it is always so tender when it falls from your lips. No one has ever called him this softly before. No one has ever called his heart before you. 

He shouldn't be this clumsy with it. It is a fragile organ, akin to glass, easily breakable, so translucent— it'd be easy for anyone to peer inside and find you in it. 

“Yeah, I probably will.”

He'll stop liking you next year. He hopes. He'll try. 

Two.

Next year has come, familiar frigid winds pulling you to Jeongin’s heart, perhaps even more so than before, cementing your being into the nooks and crannies of his soul, perfectly so, as if it was destined for you alone to fill the emptiness inside him. 

Seasons have changed and yet summer remains, its essence stored safely within the notes of your perfume, it tickles his nose as you're seated on the countertop, legs swinging lazily while he scouts through his fridge. 

“Remind me why we're doing this again?”

“Because I made a bet with Yoon.”

“Your sixteen years old brother?”

“Yes.”

“You are in college.”

“I know.”

“Why are you taking it to heart?” 

“Because I have my pride,” he says solemnly, hand on his heart and you roll your eyes. 

“You literally begged at my feet fifteen minutes ago to help you.”

A year later, Jeongin stood beneath your window once again, phone brought up to his ear, hand hidden behind his back. You pick up on the first ring. 

“Look out the window,” he quickly says before you can even speak. 

“Hello, Y/n, how are you, Y/n, are you surviving with the cold—” you say sarcastically as you pull the curtains, the words dissolving in your tongue as he brings a single flower before him— you recognize its pink petals easily, Camellia, the rose of winter.

“I did not have time for coffee, but I plucked this off the sidewalk,” he offers, an amused grin on his face. “Help me bake cookies, pretty please, I'll be forever indebted to you. Forever and ever and ever and ever—”

“This is such a poor rendition of Romeo and Juliet, I'm afraid Shakespeare is suffering in his grave right now.”

“Do you think he knows of every theater play that was done to his story?” Jeongin muses.

“That's a good question actually. I hope he didn't see mine,” you shudder before your face pales. 

“You did not tell me you ever did that!”

“I'll bake your cookies and you'll never bring this up again.”

“Deal. My Juliet,” he smirks and you throw a middle finger aggressively to his face before hanging up. He shouldn't find it as endearing as he does.

“Because, my dear Y/n, this is my holiday reputation at stake. I kind of raised the bar last year with my gift wrapping.”

“You did?” you raise an eyebrow promptly at his words and he sighs, taking out the butter before leaning against the fridge.

“We did. Which is exactly why I need your help again. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if Yoon wins,” he shudders and a giggle finally escapes your lips.

The kitchen warms up at the sight of your smile.

“It's cute when you need me once in a while,” you say nonchalantly, hopping off the counter and moving to wash your hands. Jeongin freezes in his place.

“I always need you though,” he confesses quickly, swallowing the words, hoping that this way you wouldn't be able to taste the sincerity coating them, sticky honey dripping from his tongue whenever it speaks of you.

“Good thing you'll always have me then,” you beam, your words hanging into the air, oxygen suddenly harder to inhale.

“Gross,” he fakes a shiver, as his heart drops in his chest, breaks, and twists at the weight your words carry.

He'll always have you, but not in the way he wants to, your eyes would never soften at the mere mention of his name, and you won't think that a season blooms into every room he is in. He has you, but just a fragment of you, not how you have him, as a whole, heart, body, and soul. 

He's already fallen, a terrible, terrible fall.

“Will you help me or just stare off into the distance?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. He smiles bashfully, rolling his sleeves and sidling by your side to mix in the eggs, one by one, per your instructions. 

It smells nice in the kitchen, the caramelized fragrance of browned butter, sweetened by the sugar dissolving into the warm liquid. Tentative sunlight streams through the window, and it falls perfectly on Jeongin's face, highlighting his sharp features. 

Not that jeongin needs any additional light, he reminds you of spring, a flower blooming on his face each time he smiles, his dimples two youthful fountains the roots strive from, brightening his face even more. 

He tentatively glances at you as he adds the chocolate chips to the mix, only to find you staring forward. He misses the fond look on your face by a few seconds, the tinting of your features with soft hues of pink, of spring, of him. He always misses it, always misses you. 

Three.

"I can't believe you have 37 pairs of shoes but not one nice shirt.”

“It's 36, please count correctly,” Jeongin retaliates and you snort, flopping around in bed till you land on your stomach, chin propped up by your hand. Jeongin is still rummaging through his closet, head almost disappearing into the dark void of his wardrobe. 

“What do you need this for anyway?” you question, as you scroll through your phone mindlessly. Jeongin’s eerie silence causes you to look up. 

“Um. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh.” 

His words hang over the room like a heavy cloak soaked with rain, the oxygen sucked out of your lungs and ensnared within that singular gasp.

Jeongin swiftly turns around, before kneeling beside the bed, eyes brimming with a hopeless search— you are too focused on steadying your breathing to notice.

“Should I go?”

“I mean… Why are you asking me?”

“If you don't want me to, I won't,” he speaks in an overflowing sincerity, as though he'd willingly surrender the reins of his life for you to guide, should you only dare to ask. 

A breath, a pause, and he adds, “In case you'll be lonely tonight.” Your hope deflates in an instant, akin to a birthday balloon tossed into the careless hands of children. 

Pity, that's what he feels for someone who hasn't had a date in a year while he went on ones regularly. Although they never transcended beyond that first meeting, always a first date, never a second. He says none of the people he meets are his type. 

“I have a date too.” It was the truth, Suhoo had told you to meet him at the ice rink. You said you'd think about it. You knew deep down that your answer would be no, solely because he isn't Jeongin.

Perhaps it is too late for him to fall for you.  

“Really?” 

“Yeah, with Suhoo, you know, the guy in our Economics class.”

“He's nice.”

“Mm.” 

Could you lose something you never had in the first place?

“You should wear Seungmin’s white shirt.” 

“Yeah. That's what I thought too.”

“And bring them flowers. The rose of winter, maybe.” 

You had preserved the plucked flower he gave you in a vase. The pink of the petals liquefying and bleeding into the blush on Jeongin’s cheeks once he noticed. 

“That one's just for you.” 

Four. 

You're alone on the ice rink, the frigid winds assail your form, fingers numb from winter's cruel grasp. Suhoo didn't come after all, perhaps he was offended by you calling him at the last minute to confirm your date.

The chill of disappointment is more biting than the frost— you want to melt off the ice, you want your spring. You want your Jeongin. 

But he isn't yours, perhaps he will never be. He is too sought after, too captivated by the fleeting chase of someone new to spare a glance at you. 

But in this instant, you need him. You need him to hold your hands in his larger, warmer ones and get you off the ice rink. You need the sight of his familiar dimples and blooming smile. 

So, you call him. He picks up on the first ring. 

“Are you that bored on your date?” He playfully taunts, and his voice becomes a gentle breeze that stirs the emotions you struggle to contain. Tears cascade down your cheeks in an achingly familiar path. 

“I-Innie,” you hiccup, and you’re instantly met with the sound of scraping chairs against the floor, the hastening cadence of footsteps hurrying out into the street. 

“Did he do something to you?” He speaks so coldly, a tone so foreign to the warmth of your Jeongin. He shouldn't be tainted with winter too. 

“He didn't come. Can you p-please pick me up?” 

“I will. I'm coming in a bit, okay?” 

He finds you rather quickly on the ice rink, a sore thumb unmoving between the gliding bodies. He skates over to you, almost falling twice in the process. 

“You're so clumsy,” you snort as he stands before you, sobs racking through your body once more at the sight of him.

You weren't mad at Suhoo. You were heartbroken over Jeongin.

“I'll beat him up for you. I'll tell Changbin to help me too,” he smiles, hands fidgeting as they land upon your cheeks, trying their best to wipe away your tears.

“Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry, Y/n, I really can't bear it." The tears only fall harder at his words, as if he's stringing them forth with each touch of his.

“Did he do something to you?” an unknown voice startles you and you turn to your right to find a girl looking at you then at Jeongin, a frown etched on her eyebrows.

“No, I'm her friend I didn't-”

“I wasn't talking to you,” the girl cuts him off and you laugh despite you, as Jeongin’s jaw hangs open, before closing once more.

“It's not him, thank you so much though,” you smile gratefully and she nods, eyes wary as she glares at Jeongin one last time, before skating away.

“I can't believe that just happened,” He exhales, a breath tinged with bewilderment, before he delicately encircles a hand around your back. Gently, he guides your head to rest against the comforting refuge of his chest.

“What are you doing?” you mumble against his navy hoodie, the one he borrowed from you. You can still smell your perfume on him. 

“I'm comforting you.” 

“You don't like hugs.” 

“It's different when it comes to you.”

You close your eyes, allowing the tide of his warmth to envelop you like a cascade of spring petals.

“Where is your date?”

“I didn't go.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I love you. I'm tired of looking for you in other people,” he quickly says and you peel yourself away from him, feeling as if his clothes were suddenly made of fire. 

“What?” you whisper, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I love you,” he repeats, each word drawn out, much slower this time, his hands cradling your face, tenderly, as though holding the sun between his delicate fingers. “I'm tired of pretending you're not my summer.”

“Don't say things you don't mean,” your voice wavers. 

“I mean it. I've always loved you. You complete me in ways I didn't know were possible, and I know you only see me as a friend but-”

Your lips press against his, a culmination of aching desires that have lingered for two years. Distant laughter echoes in the background, ice cream melting onto your fingers, a soft breeze ruffling your hair, flowers blooming under the soft caress of the sun— two seasons melting sweetly into the kiss.

“You're literally so blind,” you giggle against his lips, and his smile widens, your noses brushing against one another. “I love you too, idiot.”

“You love me?”

“You're my favorite season.” 

“Don't steal my lines.”

“Hey—” he kisses you this time, the winter is long forgotten. 

Was it ever a fall if you caught him in the end?

[richardsgraysons]

Heyyy…. May i request a wife reader x dick grayson… she is mad at him and is giving him a silent treatment, but he is so done with this that he starts annoying her by saying Mrs. Grayson after every sentense and closing tightly lids

anon this is so adorable. i am going feral. also i am so severely sorry for my IA-ness.

tags — just overall fluff. some light swearing

In hindsight, you should've known that this would entail not just dating, but also marrying a vigilante. How could someone blame you, anyways? You were sitting at home, about to go to bed, when Nightwing crashed into your apartment after being chucked across the city by some villain or the other.

He had a major concussion. You didn't know how to treat thrown vigilantes who definitely had a couple of broken ribs and a torn ACL.

What you did know was how to comfort a man who was clearly in pain, who was trying to stifle his screams, because let's face it, the vigilante life should clearly not be glamorized.

He felt bad for the wreckage in your apartment. Every week, there'd be thousands of dollars at your doorstep from him, ready to pay it off. He had to be rich. There was no way he was giving your entire salary in four months and a half.

Eventually, you figured out his secret identity. And instead of being angry about it, Dick Grayson felt awfully in love with a girl who was as intelligent as he hoped she'd be. Sure she wasn't a supermodel, but she made him laugh. She made him think. She wasn't easy to get along with at times, but she made him better.

Three years later, he put a ring on it.

"I told you," you snapped, "you just keep going in stupid situations, and normally, I wouldn't mind, but it's like you refuse my help or anyone else's."

Dick knew he had a really bad hero complex. He couldn't stand anyone else getting hurt because of his issues. "I can handle it," he responded. "And isn't it just annoying that you've been mad at me for the past two days? Can't you just give it a rest?"

"I'll give it a rest when you start accepting help from others," you responded, your brows furrowing. "God, you're so—you're so—ugh!"

Dick rolled his eyes and then smirked at you, that stupid boyish smirk that made your heart tingle and everything else disappear. "I'm so what, sweetheart? What am I, Mrs. Grayson?"

You glared at him. "Dick!" You huffed, both saying his name and the insult. "That's it. I want a cooling down period. Leave me and the kitchen alone!"

He grinned, looking back at you, a mischievous glance in his eye. "Oh, I will, Mrs. Grayson. I will."

* * *

Making dinner was one of your forms of therapy. Dick was starting to go out for patrol, much to your distaste, no doubt about to pick a fight with someone who would give him considerable damage.

You didn't want him to go, you wanted to keep him here and kiss him forever, but he would leave anyways. It's my moral duty to the people of Bludhaven to keep them safe, he had said to you one night. I could never bring it to myself to disappoint these people. To make them unsafe. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure people are as safe as can be.

And though you really disliked it, you knew that was one of the core reasons why you were so undoubtedly in love with him.

You turned around to grab the jar of pickles, still steaming from the fight, only to find that it was incredibly hard to open.

"What. The. Hell?" You hissed. You had opened it up just a day ago, and put it easily back, making sure it wasn't that hard.

Your face turned red and you looked at it again before trying to open it up, straining and groaning, only for your muscles to give out. There was only one explanation for this.

Your stupid, lovable, husband.

And after a few minutes of recollecting your pride, you stomped over to your bedroom where he was dressing. He was in the midst of putting the top half of his suit on, and your mouth turned a little dry when you saw him shirtless.

You were pretty sure that when the first time you saw him shirtless, literal heart eyes came out of your eyes. You gawked for a couple of seconds, admiring the contour of his muscles, only for him to turn around and smirk at you.

He knew what you were doing. Dammit.

"Hi, Mrs. Grayson," he teased. "Enjoying the view?"

"Shut up," you snapped, and held out the jar. "Open this up right now and stop screwing with my jars."

He smirked at you. "What's the magic word?"

"The magic word is 'I will beat you up if you don't open the jar up right now'," you responded, glaring at him. "Now. Open."

He laughed, tossing his head back, his voice echoing off the room before taking the jar. You watched intently as his triceps flexed when he opened the jar up with ease and returned it back.

"Thank you," you said, your voice having an edge to it. You were about to turn around before he grabbed you by the arm.

"What, no good luck kiss?" Dick asked huskily in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Even if I give you one, you'll still end up badly injured."

"C'mon," he murmured, planting a light kiss on your neck, his hands dancing on your waist. He squeezed your sides slightly. "I always fight better when my girl kisses me."

You looked up at him and snorted. "In your dreams," you responded, but he took this moment to crash his lips against you. You felt dizzy and couldn't help but to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When the both of you stopped, he laughed, looking at you breathless, his blue eyes twinkling in the night sky.

"Knew you couldn't be mad at me for that long, Mrs. Grayson."

"Shut up," you grumbled, punching his shoulder lightly. "Go save Bludhaven, Boy Wonder."

He stepped out the window and then turned back at him, smirking. "You know I am, sweetheart. And when I come back, I'm gonna finish what I started."

[bigglywiggly]

The day had finally come, you were finally going to meet the girl of your dreams, in person! Her name was Honey, she was a beauty streamer you had been watching for ages. Try-on hauls, pool streams, workout videos, all of it, you'd been here number 1 fan since day 1, donating thousands of dollars over the years to fund her lavish lifestyle, sending skimpy clothes and outfits for her to try on during her streams. To say you were smitten was an understatement. You would've done anything for even a minute with her, and luckily, that day had finally come.

One day, as you're tuning in to her stream, she posts a link on her page for "boyfriend applications." She wants to let her fans submit credentials and headshots for a chance to get more intimate with her, in a more personal way. You were astounded by this and instantly clicked the link and submitted an application. Seemed like pretty basic questions: height, weight, income, a headshot, basic things to understand the attractiveness and practicality of a person she deemed dateable. After filling it out to the best of your ability, you sent it in, a flutter and a hope in your chest. After, you tuned into the rest of the stream for the night.

The next week didn't go by quickly. Every day, you would sign in, check your inbox, emails, in hopes to see a response. As the end of the week neared, you lost all hope until you heard that melodious ding on your phone. At the top of your mailbox, you saw a new, unread email from who else, but Honey.

"Wow, you're super cute! I'd love to get to know you better, we should totally meet up!"

You almost dropped your phone, the air left your lungs and you were astounded, you punched and kicked yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Nope. This was real. This was happening.

After that, time flew by to this very day. You had hopped aboard a plane, flew across the country, took an Uber to her house and were now standing on her doorstep. The reality of it all was finally hitting you. What if this was a scam? You'd heard about these fake streamers that lure unsuspecting fans out to these abandoned homes and robbed them, leaving them with nothing. This surely wasn't one of those times, right? Maybe you should text someone to let them know where you were? No, there's no way your parents would understand, and your friends would just mock you for being some sort of pathetic weirdo. You'd gotten this far, you were gonna see it through.

You walked up to the door, with a pit in your stomach, and shaking, reached up to press the doorbell.

*RING*

Silence. You sat there for a few seconds, but nobody showed. Was this all fake? You went to ring again, out of hope, when you heard footsteps from behind the door. Fairly heavy footsteps. You could almost feel it, and...were the sidelights shaking? Must've been your imagination. 3 more thuds and you heard the lock click. Then another lock. 3 locks? That seemed odd, but who knows, she's pretty famous, can't have enough security right? The door swung open, and the first thing you saw made your jaw drop.

"Hey cutie~!"

You looked up and there she was. As stunning as the day you first tuned into her stream. Face first with the most incredible curves you'd ever seen, if you weren't so entranced with her body, you may have also picked up on the sheer height of her. You weren't short by any means, you stood at a comfortable 5'11, but this woman was something else. As she filled the door frame, you were face to face with a trench of cleavage that could strangle an elephant.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Honey! I see you've met the rest of me already! *Giggle*

You blushed, quickly snapping your head up to meet her gaze. As you locked eyes with her, it was like the whole world vanished. Pale, blue swimming pools stared straight into your soul, piercing through you.

"Umm..sorry. Yeah, hi, ma'am, I'm-"

"Oh sweetie, I know who you are! And what's with the ma'am? It's Honey!"

She playfully pushed your shoulder, slightly for her, but you felt there was some gusto as it almost made you step back.

"Well come on in! No use standing outside gabbin!"

She stepped to the side and gestured you in, you carefully stepped into the house, walking light footed as if you needed to be delicate or careful, like what you were doing was lascivious.

"Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable!"

She spoke behind you, closing the door and doing up the 3 locks.

"I don't often get visitors here, so apologies if the place is a bit messy!"

As you walked into the house, something already felt odd. Like there was a chill in here of sorts, but you figured it was just from standing with the door open so long. You heard her thuds from behind and she walked past you, beckoning you to follow her into the main area. Following her, you started to take in your surroundings. Pictures on the wall of just Honey, all above your head though, if she lives alone it makes sense though, but to only have pictures of yourself up seemed a bit odd, no?

Stepping into the main area, you encountered another odd feeling as you took it all in. The furniture was surprisingly tall, taller than you'd seen. The couch looked like it came up to your waist. Stools at the kitchen counter were almost shoulder height to you. Had she custom ordered all this furniture? Some of it almost seemed even too tall for her?

"I see you noticed the furniture, don't worry, I'm still growing into it myself!"

Growing into it? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just a figure of speech? You pondered this as you saw her walk over to the couch and plop down. She shot you a glance and patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit! We should get to know each other better, this is our first time after all."

You awkwardly smiled back at her as you walked over to the couch. As you got closer to the furniture, your observations weren't unfounded, this couch was truly massive. Her sitting on it made it look like a normal sized piece of upholstery, but next to you, it made you feel like a kid again.

"Sorry, couch is a little high, I gotcha though!"

"What do you-?"

No sooner did the words come out as she put two hands under your arms and lifted you up, with ease, and plopped you down on the cushion beside her.

"Wow, you feel a lot lighter than you listed on your application! Granted, maybe this growing girl just doesn't know her own strength yet!"

Growing girl? Twice now she's referenced growing and still it made no sense. This girl was already massive and clearly approaching 30, how in the world was she growing?

"So, before we start, I wanted to thank you. I've noticed you in my streams for the last couple years. I see the donations you send and the clothes you ask me to try on. No doubt these gals have caught your eye." She shimmied her shoulders and gestured to the heaving shelf of breast hanging from her torso.

"I appreciate the clothes a lot, it's never easy covering these puppies up, believe you me. I swear, they eat up whatever I cover myself with and then some."

You blushed, she was clearly very comfortable in her skin, I mean hell, she shows herself off online for millions of people to see, why were you surprised. You kept darting glances down to her chest as she spoke. God they were huge, unrealistically so. How could something so massive come into being? Something so warm and inviting yet erotic and arousing all at the same time.

"Ahem. Did you hear anything I just said?"

"What? Sorry, I was jus-"

*Giggle*

"I'm just messing with ya! You clearly are having a little trouble paying attention, almost like somethings...caught your attention?"

She slowly rose from the couch and crawled towards you. Her heaving chest swinging from even the slightest motion as she closed the distance between you. The closer she got, the more of your vision was obscured by that inviting trench in front of you. God what you wouldn't have given to dive right in there.

"Ya know...these girls really have a mind of their own sometimes...they get hungry, and when that happens, there isn't much I can do to calm em down. They just keep growing, year after year, bigger and bigger as time passes."

Inches from your face now, you can smell the sweat from her skin as her cleavage floods your vision. Swinging, back and forth, pendulously in your face, they're all you can see.

"Would you like to...see them get even bigger?"

Oh god. You're on the brink, you feel your faculties leaving you, almost as if you're regressing to a more animalistic state. You need to touch them, feel them, taste them, you need to be between them now. In an instant you throw up your hands on either side and dive face first into that canyon.

*Giggle* "You're not one to mince words, are ya? Just going headfirst, well don't let me stop ya, explore to your heart's content."

You mash your face in between them, pressing down on either side, burying your face more and more. The more you explore these mighty breasts of hers, the more you seem to lose yourself, the less the world around you seems to matter. Squeezing, smushing, licking, this has become your world now.

"There's a good boy, you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

Her voice invades your mind and almost snaps you out of your trance, you start to notice little changes. When were you on her lap? Was she always caressing your back? Wow, these breasts truly are enormous, it's incredible how your hands just...sink into them like pudding. It's almost like...the longer you caress and squeeze, the bigger they get...

As these thoughts flood in, you notice that you're struggling to breathe a little. You haven't come up for air in a while. You try to pry the breasts back a little bit to let yourself some air but...they won't budge? In fact, they feel so heavy, you're hardly even squishing into them anymore. You place your hands on the front of her breasts and start pulling back, trying to pry your head free, until you finally released yourself with an audible *POP* and tumble backwards.

The world all slowly comes back into view, your surroundings start to become more clear, but something's off now. You start to pull yourself up to stand, but feel the couch beneath your feet? Your senses start to come back rapidly as you see you're standing on the couch, but the back of the couch is towering over you. You gulp, shocked and start to panic.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Shhh, sweetie, relax."

You hear her low, sultry voice as you look back on her and almost fall back by what you see. There she is, on the far side of the couch, vastly looming over you. From your vantage point, she must be at least 35ft tall.

"What's going on?! What did you do to me?!"

"Aww, baby, can't you tell yet?"

She reaches out to you, you quiver as you see her gigantic hand approaching you, each finger bigger than a summer sausage. You try to push her hand away, but to no avail, she's far, far stronger than you. She wraps her fingers around your torso, lifts you up and carries you over to her face.

"Sweet pee, I wish you could see how cute you are right now. You're like a little bitty toy. You've done so much for me already, I wanted to thank you. You've really made an excellent donation."

"Donation?? What do you mean? Why am I so small? Change me back!!"

"Oh hon, I wish I could but your size is going to somewhere much greater. Just watch."

You see her bite her lip as the changes slowly take effect. You hear a subtle groaning as you witness her transform before your very eyes. You first notice the fingers holding you in place start to thicken, covering more and more of your torso. Then you see her thighs slowly plumpen, growing thicker and lusher. Then you notice the biggest part: her chest. Each breast begins to balloon, almost as if inflating, growing outwards and upwards, you can hear her bra beginning to creak and snap under her newfound weight. Her tank top straps strain and spaghetti before snapping and falling limply down her torso.

By the time it's all done, you see her take a deep breath as the tatters of her old outfit start to slip away.

"Wow, that was the best one yet! I just knew you'd be my biggest supporter. Apologies for these old rags though" as she gestures to her clothes, "allow me to slip into something more...fitting."

In a flash, you see the clothes on her body begin to morph, a black tank slowly forms from her old rags and lines up to hoist up her immensely enhanced bust. The straps, incredibly thin, squish down into her soft, pliable flesh.

"There, that looks better on me, dontcha think?"

"What the hell is going on?? How are you doing this? Why are you doing this?!"

She lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Hon, how do you think I got like this in the first place? How do you think I got this incredible body that lead to all these followers and all this fame? Donations of course! The sweet, perverted masses like yourself that so kindly add to, well, these masses!" She says as she honks her left breast, it's girth pouring out between her fingers.

"But, why? You don't even know me! I loved you and your content, I was happy to make those donations if they made you happy!"

"Hon, you and I both know why you made donations to begin with. You haven't been able to look at anything else since you got here, that's why you came here in the first place. You don't care about me as a person, you care about this body. Well, now you've made a contribution to the maintaining and improving of this body! You're almost there!"

You feel a sinking feeling in your chest as you swallow deeply.

"Almost?"

She flashes you a devious grin.

"Of course, hon." She speaks in a deep, sultry tone. "There's still so much of you left."

Your eyes open wide as you start kicking and flailing in her grasp, doing anything you can to get away from this monster, but to no avail.

She lets out a low, echoing chuckle, "You'll have to try harder than that, hon! I can hardly feel your weight, let alone your struggles! And as much as I LOVE watching your little flailings, Mama's got a stream to do tonight, so."

And with that, she slowly brings you closer to her chest, dangling you above the gully that is her cleavage, and flashes you one last smile.

"Thanks for the donation, hon!"

With that, she stuffs you down between her breasts, deep, deep down, almost as if into the core of some desolate planet. As she reaches the centre, she releases her grip on you and retracts her hand. What little light you see from above vanishes as her hand leaves your prison and the crushing weight of her bust surrounds you. You try to move, try to kick, punch, scream, bite, anything, to no avail. You feel a vibration echo around you, clearly she's laughing at your struggles. The pounding of her heart starts to fill your ears, it's low, resonating rumble almost calming you as you miserably accept your fate. You close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

-Hours later-

You slowly awaken, hot and sweaty, a dry scratchy feeling in your throat, no doubt from your screaming. You're not sure where you are though, your eyes are hazy and struggling to adjust to the darkness, but you see a small sliver of a silvery haze far, far, far above you. Moonlight? You reach out for it, only to feel a warm, moist mass beside you. What is this? It almost feels like-

Your heart starts racing. You start to panic and snap your head around to acquaint yourself with your surroundings, until you hear a loud, roaring rumble echo around you. A snore. You find yourself plastered to the side of her breast, deep within her bosom, the sliver of light a small amount of moonlight peaking into her cleavage. You try to yell out, but you're still hoarse. You can hardly move your limbs as you try to scratch her breast. You feel a sudden movement as you think you've gotten her attention. Your hopes are instantly crushed as the light vanishes and you start to feel the weight of her other tit come crushing down on you. Your incredibly mild annoyance only caused her to roll over in her sleep, crushing you further down as the goddess around you rests. All that's left to hear is the subtle beat of her heart all around you.

You close your eyes and let out a single tear as you accept your fate, the irony of the situation finally settling in.

You always wanted to contribute to those beautiful breasts, and now, you finally have.

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The Intern Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley had an easy way about him that you appreciated. Working for him all summer sounded promising, and you were determined to make it fun for both of you. But as you dipped your toes into getting to know one another on the flights from San Diego to Lisbon, you ended up closer to him than you ought to be, both conversationally and physically.

Warnings: Language, brief mention of drugs (eventually 18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"I still can't believe someone is paying me fifty thousand dollars to spend my summer on a yacht," you mused as the private Cessna jet gained altitude over the California desert landscape. 

Bradley turned and looked at you from his plush leather seat across the narrow aisle and smirked. "You needed the money that badly?"

"Don't play games," you told him, and he laughed. "My point is, I would have done this for free just to get Ted off my back."

His fingers tightened a bit on his armrest, knuckles growing white as he closed his eyes and said, "Now you tell me. My department budget could be looking a lot fatter right now if it wasn't for you."

You could feel the airplane leveling out as the flight attendant, a woman named Melissa, stood and made her way back toward the two of you. "Oh please," you groaned, earning one of those grins from him that made you feel light inside. "I know how much the shareholders make, Mr. Bradshaw. It's not like it's not listed on the Nasdaq Composite if you dig deep enough."

"Can I get anything for either of you?" Melissa asked. 

"I'll take an Old Fashioned, please. Hold the cherries," you replied while Bradley just shook his head in a jerky motion.

When Melissa disappeared behind the black curtain, you asked, "Why are you so tense? Have a drink and relax."

He huffed out a laugh. "It's eight in the morning. A drink is not going to help me."

You leaned a little closer, and his gaze definitely dipped down to your unzipped sweatshirt. "Don't tell me you're into something harder?" you asked, already thinking you'd be disappointed by his answer. You'd been there and done that. Hung out with and dated guys who were users, and it was not something you wanted to be around. Even out of your sorority sisters, there were only a handful who weren't high all week during grad school.

Bradley looked at you with alarm. "I'm absolutely not going to allow drugs on the yacht, Ivy League."

"Good," you replied right away, already feeling more at ease as Melissa dropped off your cocktail. "Thank you."

But she was looking at Bradley now as she said, "Please let me know if I can get you... anything."

He waved her off as you took a sip of your mediocre cocktail. Melissa had gone a little heavy handed with the bitters, probably because she was too focused on your hot boss to measure things correctly. "Take a sip," you told him, reaching across the aisle with your glass. "You look like you need it."

He grunted and accepted the drink, and a few seconds later, he had downed the whole thing. "Thanks," he whispered. "I hate this part of traveling to Europe for Avio. The flights are going to take forever."

You narrowed your eyes at him and took back your empty glass while he white knuckled the armrest again. "You were an aviator, Mr. Bradshaw."

When he looked at you again, his cheeks were a little flushed as he softly said, "You don't have to call me that. Bradley is fine." 

"Bradley," you said with a smile, and his face softened a little bit. "Why don't you like the Cessna? I mean, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also hoping for something at least a little more luxurious from Avio, but it's not that bad."

He shook his head at you, something you were pretty sure you were just going to have to get used to for the summer. But his mustache twitched as he licked his lips and said, "Maybe chartered flights are normal for you, Ivy League, but I got used to being the pilot. Of something much less comfortable than a Cessna Hemisphere. So this just feels inherently wrong to me. I mean, I just drank a cocktail."

"Inhaled," you corrected. "And technically it was my cocktail," you said, waving to Melissa and holding up the glass and two fingers.

"Semantics," he grunted. "I miss my Super Hornet right now. Not only were there no drinks, there wasn't even a bathroom."

You watched Melissa duck behind the curtain again, probably to forget how to make a cocktail again. "Well, we'll be there soon," you told Bradley.

"I doubt these pilots can do Mach 2, so not fast enough for me."

You sighed, knowing this would probably be a lot easier for him if you could get him to drink a second Old Fashioned, but when Melissa dropped two more of them off, they were both garnished with a cherry. "I asked you to hold the cherries."

"Oh, yes. Sorry," Melissa muttered. "I can remove it for you."

"I'm allergic, so I'll actually need you to remake mine," you replied, and Bradley started to hand his back as well.

"Remake hers, and mine too," he grunted, suddenly looking far less nervous about the flight as he made to stand up. "Fresh glasses and everything. I don't want cherries anywhere near her." You looked up at him in surprise as he kind of rolled his eyes and followed Melissa. "I'll make sure she does it right," he whispered, and you watched him walk up to the curtain, as confident as he usually was.

"Thanks," you replied, even though nobody was there to hear you now. Well, he had promised he'd do everything he could to keep you safe and comfortable. You watched as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, and you pressed your lips together. That blue Oxford shirt was the exact best color he could possibly wear, and you wondered if he knew it or if it was an accident that he chose it.

When he met your eyes, you didn't look away. You didn't really care if he knew you were checking him out. Until you did. Because when he walked back with two new drinks, you realized how little you knew about him. "Here," he grunted, voice deep and raspy. Then he clinked his glass to yours before sinking back into the aisle seat opposite yours again and buckling his seatbelt once more. 

"Thanks for doing that."

He smiled at you. "Can't lose my intern on her first day. Especially since I've never had one before."

You perked up, loving that you'd cornered the market. "I'm your first intern?"

"Yeah." He was back to downing his drink and looking miserable now, practically throwing the empty glass aside in favor of gripping the armrest. Abandoning your drink after one sip, you stood and stepped over his outstretched legs, his eyes following your every move as you eased yourself down into the window seat next to him. "You okay?" he asked, looking a little amused now that you were just inches away from him.

"I am, but you're not," you told him with an air of authority. "Just relax," you added as you took his hand from the armrest and held it in both of yours. His brown eyes went a little wider, and his lips parted like he wanted to say something. Probably question what you were doing. But you said, "You'll feel better in a few minutes," as you worked your thumbs along the pressure points in his big, rough palm. And then he closed his eyes and without a word, he leaned back in his seat with his hand cradled in yours. Soon he was sound asleep.

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Bradley woke up to an almost pleasant humming sound all around him. His hand was warm and wrapped up in something soft, and when he opened his eyes, your face was just a few inches from his as you slept. His body thrummed with something akin to desire as you pursed your haughty lips in your sleep, long lashes grazing your perfect cheeks. 

Shit. His hand was resting on your body, fingers tangled up with yours and wrapped in your designer hoodie. His knuckles were pressed to the soft skin which was exposed between your high waisted pants and your damn sports bra. And based on the way the plane was started to descend, he'd taken a five fucking hour nap all cuddled up with his intern. With Ted's goddamn daughter.

Hands off. He'd been telling himself to keep his hands off of you, and just a few hours in, he was literally doing the exact opposite. But you'd been sweet to him, carefully massaging the pressure points in his hand until he was able to fall asleep. You must have drifted off then, too. And now he was loath to remove his hand from your body or look away from you.

He needed another fucking drink. Or several. He leaned carefully over you, and sure enough, he could see the New York skyline coming into view through the small window. And he could smell your perfume. And that was when you opened your eyes, immediately sitting up a few inches and nearly bumping noses with him.

"Sorry," he grunted. "I was just trying to see where we were."

"Where are we?" you asked, your voice soft and a little rough from sleep. Jesus, he liked the way that sounded. 

"Almost to New York. Want me to ask the pilot to circle back to Philly so you can wave to your alma mater?"

You laughed and sat up a little more, arching your back, but you didn't immediately let go of him. "No, thank you. I've only been gone for a week, so I'm sure the City of Brotherly Love is enjoying this break."

Bradley found himself continually laughing at your words, but now you were looking at his hand all linked with yours, so he started to pull his free. You didn't stop him, and when you looked up at him, you even asked, "Did you sleep okay?"

He nodded his head once. "I did. Thank you. For making me feel better."

You sat up the rest of the way and stretched, and he had to look away as you said, "A good intern is good at everything."

Your words weren't dirty, so why the hell were his thoughts? He should be trying to find out more about your father, not imagining you wearing a fluffy white bathrobe while you drank an Old Fashioned sans cherry next to his bed. He was miles away in his mind when the plane touched down on the runway before taxiing to the refueling spot. His stomach was growling wildly now as Melissa walked back and offered them a very late lunch. 

"I didn't want to interrupt anything," she said, looking between you and Bradley like the two of you had been all over each other. When she turned away to get the salads and sandwiches ready, you climbed over him to use the bathroom, and Bradley watched you ignore a phone call as you went. He also realized that he'd have to tread very carefully around potential clients over the next few weeks. It was one thing for Melissa to make a comment like that, but it would be something entirely different if a line like that got back to Ted.

While the plane was refueled and the pilots switched places for the longer flight from New York to Portugal, you and he ate in companionable silence. You'd returned to your seat across the aisle, and you ignored another call before tucking your phone away in your bag. Bradley also used this time to drink a gin and tonic in the hopes he'd be able to sleep again, slightly afraid you wouldn't join him on his side of the aisle to make him feel cozy again. 

"We'll be taking off again in five minutes," Melissa informed him as she cleared away the meal and brought pillows and blankets. Your phone was out again now, and you ignored yet another call as Bradley shook his head.

"Are you going to keep me up at all hours of the night on the yacht yelling at your little boyfriend on the phone?"

You scoffed and looked right at him as you said, "I don't date little boys. Are you going to keep me up calling your wife and kids back in San Diego?"

He didn't want to laugh at the way you talked to him and kept him on his toes. He also registered that the way you'd let him hold your hand while he slept had only come from a platonic place if you were just now asking if he was married. "I don't have a wife or kids."

"Why not?" you asked, leaning on your armrest with your tits smashed together. "You could be married. If you wanted. You're tall and you have all your hair."

"Are those the only prerequisites?" he asked, trying not to look anywhere other than at your face. God, your little bikinis were going to be the absolute death of him if he didn't get fucking laid soon.

"No," you replied without missing a beat. "You're smart, too. Handsome. Tons of money. And you seem nice. Good manners. You make me laugh. Seems like someone would have snapped you up off the market by now."

His cheeks felt warm again as he tried to figure out how to answer. You'd just complimented him nine different ways, and he was reeling a bit. "Because I was in the Navy. Nobody in their right mind would trust a Navy guy with that level of commitment."

"Why not?"

"They lie and they cheat," he said, repeating the lines women had been telling him since he was twenty two. "Nobody you'd want to settle down with."

But you didn't look convinced as your smile tilted a little higher on one side. "Are you a cheater?"

He knew somehow he wouldn't get away with speaking anything but the plain truth to you from here on out. "No."

"I didn't think so." You looked satisfied as you settled back in your seat, about to snuggle under your blanket. The sky was a little darker now, and there was nothing below except for the Atlantic Ocean. 

He had a slight buzz from the gin, and he felt a lot better than he had earlier this morning. He reached for his bag and pulled out his laptop before crooking his finger and coaxing you back to the seat next to him. "We have a little work to do, Ivy League."

While he expected you to complain, you didn't. Rather you popped out of your seat with your pillow and blanket, climbed over him and settled in the window seat once more. "What is it?" you asked eagerly, and when he logged in to his email account, he saw something from Ted right away. Just a reminder to keep himself on track.

"I'm going to teach you a little bit about the Avio software we will be marketing, so by the time we land in Lisbon, you'll know as much as I do."

You curled up with your pillow and blanket and looked at him, your words doing more to him than you probably intended. "Don't test me, Sir, or I may end up knowing more than you."

"You're a brat."

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This time when you woke up, it wasn't to Bradley's touch or his brown eyes. This time it was to Melissa's laughter and Bradley's soft voice. "When are you flying back to the states?" she asked him as you cracked your eyes open. 

"Not any time soon," he replied smoothly. "We have a lot of work to do."

"Well I hope I'm on your flight back," she said flirtatiously as you propped your head up. 

But Bradley wasn't paying attention to her now as he turned your way. "You're up," he mused, and you just nodded, wishing you'd had time to shower or check how you looked before he saw you. "We'll be landing soon. And then we'll get you and your designer luggage to the yacht."

You watched Melissa roll her eyes at you before she stood. "I'll be right back with coffee and some breakfast."

"Hold the cherries! Please!" you reminded her, just to be obnoxious. When she pretended she didn't hear you, Bradley chuckled. "You know, it's kind of refreshing being given an attitude. Is this how you feel when I give you one?"

His eyes went a little wider. "Don't make me call your father."

"I thought you valued your intern," you replied with a smirk. "So don't make me spread that nasty little rumor around Avio that you went to the University of Bumblefuck."

"Virginia," he snorted.

"Whatever."

Melissa dropped off mugs, a carafe of coffee, cream, sugar and pastries. "No cherry," she said blandly as you reached for a blueberry muffin. 

"Much appreciated," you replied as you peeled back the wrapper and took a nibble while Bradley ate an apple danish in two bites before he poured coffee into both mugs. Clearly the two of you were hungry. You also had no idea what time it was. You had to put your phone on silent since your dad wouldn't stop calling you, even though you told him you'd talk to him when you got on the yacht.

"How do you take your coffee?" Bradley asked as you silently chewed. You went to reach for the creamer, but he pulled it away and looked at you. 

You swallowed down your muffin and said, "Cream and sugar, but you don't have to do it. I should probably be doing it for both of us."

He shrugged and got your coffee fixed up exactly the way you would have made it yourself, as he said, "You and I will be working in close proximity, and I feel like this is the kind of detail I should know."

"Well how do you take your coffee?" you asked, but he set down the cream and sugar without adding anything to his. "Black, no sugar."

"Black, no sugar," he confirmed before taking a sip. You watched the alluring scars on his neck as he swallowed, once again surprised that he wasn't married. He didn't seem as helpless as your father, but he seemed like the kind of person who should have someone warm at home when he returned from work each night. Someone to look after him. 

You took a sip of your own coffee and smiled, because it really was perfect, especially for something that was made on an aircraft. "Thank you."

"Any time," he responded, and you eased back in your seat and looked out the window as the Portuguese coastline came into view. You drank your coffee and picked at the muffin, watching as the very early morning sun made the Atlantic Ocean glitter. There were marinas filled with yachts and sailboats, and you wondered if Avio's was amongst them. 

"Were you on the yacht with my dad last year?" you mused as the plane dipped lower in the sky.

Bradley set his mug down, and maybe it was just you, but his features suddenly seemed a little guarded. You'd always been good at reading people, which made it easy to get a favorable response when you needed one. But he'd never looked at you this way before. "For a few days. One of my buddies from the Navy was there too. Jake Seresin."

You blinked and his expression was neutral again. "The name sounds familiar."

Bradley laughed as the plane touched down. "The face will be familiar, too. Soon enough. He's champing at the bit to get onboard for a few days here and there this summer."

You set your mug down as well and said, "Don't worry, Sir. I'll dazzle him to bits during the dinner parties."

Bradley's nostrils flared, and his pupils grew wider. "I don't doubt that."

When you laughed, he smiled before looking down at his hands. "Well, Bradley, I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get on the yacht. I wonder what kind of caviar the chef will serve for lunch."

You unbuckled your seatbelt, prompting him to do the same. "There are different kinds of caviar?" he asked, one eyebrow raised as he picked up your tote and handed it to you. 

"Don't embarrass me, Bradley. The other interns will all laugh at me behind my back."

But he just shook his head as he moved to the side and said, "After you, Ivy League." So you led the way to the front of the aircraft, thanked both pilots and Melissa, even though she clearly didn't like you, and you climbed down the stairs onto the warm tarmac. 

You shouldn't and absolutely couldn't keep reacting to Bradley the way you were, but when he placed his hand on your lower back and said, "This way," you nearly moaned. You looked up at him as he tried to guide you toward the waiting limousine. "Go climb in. I'll grab the bags."

"I can get my own bags," you insisted.

"I know you can, but you have nine hundred of them, and I'm still hungry, and I can do it faster."

"Fine," you replied, and you could feel his gaze on your back as you walked toward the driver who was holding the back door open for you. "Thank you." As you slid across the leather seat, you watched Bradley effortlessly lift multiple pieces of your luggage at the same time while you bit your lip. What the hell was it about him? You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he was enjoyable to watch. His voice made you feel a little fuzzy. He was raw and genuine like your favorite pair of well worn Levi's which were tucked away in your Dior suitcase he was carrying with one massive hand. 

You looked away. You counted to ten. You already knew this was going to be an issue, so you weren't sure why it was hitting you now. When you glanced his way again, he was bringing his own two, nondescript pieces of luggage to the limousine trunk, and then he was sliding across the seat next to you.

"Twenty minutes to the marina from here," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the seat next to your thigh. "And then we can get to work."

You pursed your lips. "I was under the impression we would be playing, too."

He chuckled as you started to look through the compartments next to the seat. "We can play a little bit."

You opened what turned out to be an ice chest, and ran your fingers along a bottle of chilled Dom Perignon. "We can start with this," you said, pulling it free from the ice and holding it up.

He was looking at you, not the bottle, but that little twitch of his mustache was his tell. Even though his eyes seemed stern, he held out his hand, and asked, "Think we can finish it in twenty minutes?" 

You smiled brilliantly as you handed it to him. "Don't ever ask me that again."

"Sassy," he muttered, unwrapping the foil and slowly twisting the cage loose before wiggling the cork free with his big hands until it popped. "Here you go."

"No," you insisted as the driver pulled out onto the main road. "You first. Drink to a successful summer."

Bradley nodded once and took a sip before handing you the bottle. His eyes were on your lips as you pressed them to the bottle where his had just been. "To a successful summer," he echoed, his voice a deep rumble as the city went by in a blur. You couldn't stop smiling, and neither could he, and approximately eighteen minutes later, when he helped you out of the limousine, his cheeks were flushed pink.

"Is that it?" you asked, very slowly removing your hand from his as two men rushed your way in matching gray shorts and navy polos. There was a massive yacht with Down to Business lettered across the back and Avio Technologies along the side.  

"That's it," Bradley confirmed, slipping his black sunglasses on as he reached to shake hands with the two men who introduced themselves as Antonio and Nikolai. Bradley told them your name, and they both took your hand in turn. "She's my intern for the summer," he said smoothly, and then they started to unload your luggage. 

"Let's go," you said, glancing back at Bradley as you started down toward the marina gate, and then he was right next to you again with a few long strides. "I hope you can find your Armani swim shorts quickly, because that pool is calling my name." 

"I can, actually. One of the benefits to only bringing two suitcases." He helped you over the gap, and as soon as you were on the yacht, you felt at home. You knew this was going to be the summer you needed.

"Let's go meet the captain," he murmured, his hand finding your back again. 

"Do you think he has more champagne?"

"Ivy... it's nine in the morning."

"I'm still on San Diego time."

Bradley paused for a beat while he did the math. "It's one in the morning back home."

"Exactly," you told him with a little pout that you knew wouldn't actually faze him. He just smiled as he guided you past the pool you couldn't wait to jump into and an enormous jacuzzi. You walked through a dining room that could seat twelve people and past a fully stocked bar. It was like the best offerings from your sorority house and your dad's estate all rolled into one.

"Welcome aboard!" boomed a voice with a French accent. "We've been expecting you. I'm Captain Marcell." He was probably in his sixties with gray hair and a matching beard, and he reminded you a bit of your favorite professor at UPenn.

"Pleasure," you replied, shaking his hand after Bradley told him your name.

Next to him were lined up two friendly looking women, one with short brown hair and one with long brown hair. Beatriz and Lucia, the stewardesses, would be taking care of everything you needed. And next to them was an attractive man wearing a bit of a scowl. 

"I'm Rocco. The chef. I can make anything. I don't like changing the menu at the last minute."

Oh, you liked him already as you shook his hand. And then your heart fluttered as Bradley said, "I need to speak with you about removing any cherries from the yacht before we leave the marina." 

"Cherries?" Rocco asked, scowling deeper.

Bradley glanced at you as he removed his sunglasses, and his mustache twitched. "Yes. Can't have any onboard. That applies to the kitchen and the bars. My intern has an allergy."

"I'll take care of it," Rocco replied before turning away, and you'd never been more certain that someone would take care of something in your life. Then Captain Marcell handed Bradley a folder.

"Rough itinerary. Weather report for the week. List of phone numbers. Please let me know how long you'd like to spend in each port. I can of course adjust anything as needed. Now if you will select your cabins, Antonio and Nikolai will deliver your luggage."

"Thank you," Bradley replied, handing the folder to you. "You're in charge of this. Now why don't we head down so you can choose a room?" He nodded his head toward a wide set of stairs.

You walked down to the lower deck, and once you and he were alone again, he pointed to the left. "The sooner we get settled, the sooner the swim trunks come out?" you asked softly. 

"Something like that." His soft chuckle was right behind you as you stopped at a mint green door with gold trim.

"Is this my room?" you asked, placing your hand on the doorknob. There was a little keypad next to it. 

"If you want it to be," he replied. "Or, there are three others you can choose from."

"Which one are you taking?"

His eyes flitted from your face to a spot a little further down the hallway. "White door."

When you turned to investigate, you saw a pink door directly across from that one. "Wouldn't it be easier if my room was near yours?"

"Probably." His expression was neutral, but that damn mustache was giving him away. 

"I'll take the pink one."

"Very good. I'll get the room codes from Beatriz, and I'll tell them where to deliver the luggage."

"Great," you replied, still standing close to him, but he didn't move.

"Perfect," he said, brown eyes focused on yours. The hallway was narrow, and now he was placing his hands on his trim hips, taking up even more space. "Try not to get into too much trouble while you look around."

Finally he turned toward the stairs, but you called his name right away. "Bradley?" He glanced back over his shoulder with a questioning look. "Thanks for mentioning the cherries."

"Sure," he replied easily. "I got you, Ivy." Then he was walking back up the stairs and out of sight.

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We are about to set sail. Let's get into a little trouble. Let's have a little fun. Already feeling a little tension between Bradley and Ivy League. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[freebirdsworldburritos]

The classism in the "music gear" scene is fucking atrocious. So many people will shit on other people for using affordable gear as a way to justify within themselves that dropping $3,000 on a guitar was a smart financial move.

About 3-4 years ago I joined a band and a month after I joined we went on some video podcast. Play a few songs, do an interview, something I've never done before but it seemed like it'd be fun.

I wasn't able to really get a word in during the interviews (stuttering/speech impediment/anxiety issues ran wild) but I was able to speak up whenever the host went around and asked us what our favorite instrument/gear brands were. Weird question, but alright buddy.

I've always been a fan of cheaper gear. You don't need all sorts of expensive shit to get the sound you want. So when he asked my answer was "Squier" and the dude just started laughing. Because who possibly would prefer one of the cheaper brands??? (Keep in mind this douche had a whole wall of the absolute worst looking collection of custom shop BC Rich guitars you've ever seen.)

Eventually he backed down once I started arguing with him about it, but his immediate elitist attitude really struck a cord in me because I see that shit all over the internet in music communities. "Oh you only like Squiers/Epiphones/Harley Bentons because you can't afford BIG BOY guitars like a $5,000 Gibson".

Fuck right off with that shit. Why would I pay thousands of dollars for a guitar when I can get something that works amazingly for me for just a few hundred dollars? The extra money I save by not dropping 4 figures on a guitar or amp goes towards paying my bills, feeding my kids, just trying to fucking live and exist.

At this point I've had to sell 99% of my music gear after over a decade of following the gear chase. I only have a "cheap" acoustic I bought several years ago for $350 and it's the best guitar I've ever had. I love my little busted neck Hummingbird to death.

I'm much happier now than I was when I had a huge assortment of pedals and guitars to choose from. The Gear Chase is designed to make you want to spend more and more money in an endless pursuit of finding that "perfect" piece of gear. Guitar companies, partnered youtubers, influencers, and all sorts of advertisement campaigns are purposefully trying to misguide you into thinking you NEED their product. It's marketing and capitalism at work and so many musicians fall for it every time. I fell for it for years before I got completely fed up with it.

Go out and gig with your Squier Bullet Strat and a cheap amp you found at a pawn shop, fuck anyone that gives you shit for it. Go ahead and record with whatever you have at your disposal. Put out an album that's comprised of Voice Memos you recorded on your phone with just an acoustic and your voice.

Music, like any art, is about way more than what you used to get there. It's how you express yourself that really matters. Don't listen to the elitists and marketers telling you the only way you can authentically reach your creative vision is by buying their snake oil.

[pumpkinbxtch]

hey queen bean!!! 💛 i wanna start off saying i’m so glad we’re moots HEHEHE <333 i was also hoping if i could request a leo blurb or oneshot maybe like,, a quince night with him?? like maybe he got invited and the reader is like his plus one??

I WENT TO A QUINCE ONCE OF ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND IT WAS THE BEST PARTY IVE EVER BEEN TO i think about it to this DAYYY. LIKE THE FOOD?? delish. THE DANCING OH MY GOSH I WAS DANCING ALL NIGHT

okay i’ll stop rambling 🤲 hope we interact more!!!

sunkisses, sunni! ☼ *. mwuah!

quinceañera night ✧⁠*⁠。

— leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: language

a/n: Hello, Sunni! I'm also happy that we are mutual, I assure you that sometimes you won't get me out of your comments, lol. Here is this little blurb (I don't know how it turned out, I always write this before, but I hope it's okay 😮‍💨) I love when these things are mixed together because I'm Mexican so, it's my things ig. I'm going to stop rambling too, I hope you like it. 😭 mwuahh.

You were pissed, like, really pissed.

But Leo had invited you to that party, and between your pride and letting him go with someone else? NEVER. So, you ended up with him at the entrance of the party hall, fixing your heels.

The way Leo acted like a total gentleman with you killed you, annoyed you, frustrated you, because he wasn't yours, and you weren't his. That annoyance squeezed your guts, and you bit your lip uncomfortably.

Pretending not to care about not labeling your relationship or that everything could stay the same for a thousand years just to avoid suffocating him with the question was so hard. But you couldn't help but live with the constant fear that someone better than you would snatch away the person you loved the most.

— Ready — he said, giving your heel buckle a final check. He was at your feet with that beaming smile, the way his curls fell from his forehead should be illegal for the way it made your stomach flutter. — Does it feel okay?

You huffed and lightly pushed him with the tip of your shoe, making him lose balance momentarily as you stood up. Leo let out a charming laugh that made warmth spread to your cheeks. You were about to turn around to slap him hard and then kiss him.

He trotted to catch up with you and offered his arm.

— Señorita? —he raised an eyebrow.

— Leo

And you hooked onto him. Even though that had already happened, right?

Oh, damn. YOU NEVER HAD MORE FUN AT A PARTY.

— Let's go, let's have some fun — he sang in your ear. You looked him directly in the eyes, and he winked at you. Leo was already lively on his own, but you had never seen him like this, jumping around and giving playful smiles. He was having a good time, and for both of your sakes, you wanted to enjoy the party too.

Indeed, Leo was actually too happy because he was showing you a side of him that wasn't easy to reveal, not because he had issues with it, but simply because you can't find easily people who enjoy pozole, celebrate quinceañeras, or any festivities the way they did.

— Here — you saw him run from a few meters away to your table and extend a fruit skewered on a stick. You raised an eyebrow for an explanation.

— Jicaleta.

"Jica- what?" but oh, Zeus, it was delicious. You never thought a Jicama on a stick with chili would be such a delicacy.

Leo sat back down next to you and nudged your shoulder to get your attention. The expression on your face wouldn't have changed for a million dollars; the sparkle in your eyes was enough to have him giving you one of those looks that you knew meant trouble, so you decided to ignore it.

—What are you looking at? — You huffed, and before you could fully look away, he cupped your cheek to stop you.

— At you — cooed. He brushed off tiny sugar remnants from the corner of your lips. Those tiny crystals stayed on his thumb, and instead of wiping them on a napkin, he brought them to his mouth, tasting a bit of that sweet flavor. In an attempt to hide your nervousness, you furrowed your brow and wrinkled your nose.

—Ew.

Leo rolled his eyes.

— Oh, come on — he scoffed and kissed you softly. With his plush lips on yours, for a moment, you needed nothing more than this moment.

"The grill is open. You can order your tacos, and there's also barbecue."

But Leo seemed to need more food. And he got up, pulling you by the hand towards the forming line.

— Okay, okay. Try them — you groaned.

— Leo, I've already tried the tacos. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. — He repeatedly shook his head, so abrupt that you feared for his neck.

— No, linda — he took a taco from his own plate and held it up like a religious act; you could almost see some heavenly light surrounding the food, but it was probably just the party lights. — This is a real taco, not those sold with hard tortillas!

If only you could keep track of how many times you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, the person playing an undefined role in your life (who called himself Leo) extended the food for you to try, and you took a bite.

The exquisite flavor made you cover your mouth and raise your eyebrows in surprise.

— Fuck — you said with your mouth full. Leo smiled triumphantly and kissed your cheek.

— I told you. Now, squeeze some lemon on it, squeeze some lemon on it!

Definitely, the most peculiar part for you was when the birthday girl started dancing with her chambelanes¹.

— Why is she dancing to us if it's her birthday?

Leo chuckled, still wrapping his arm around your shoulders and his head slightly resting on yours as you admired the girl changing outfits about five times and dancing various music genres in less than 10 minutes.

“Mordida²! Mordida! Mordida!"

Once again, you looked at him for an explanation. You applauded along with the rhythm but didn't understand why the quinceañera looked so nervous and complained at times.

—She has to take a bite of the cake.

You contorted your face in confusion and looked at her closely. Once the girl leaned slightly over the cake, her brother, mother, and father smashed it onto her, regardless of whether she choked. You felt slightly sorry for her until you saw that amidst all the icing and cream, she was also smiling and laughing brightly.

— Does she know that will be recorded? — you asked, looking at the cameraman who was also smiling at the scene.

— She knows — Leo took your hand and kissed your knuckles. Once again, that knot formed in your stomach, and you discreetly pulled your hand away. Slowly but surely, you were getting tired of his deliberate touch; you liked it, but you couldn't ignore your feelings.

It seemed that the elaborate itinerary of the quinceañera had ended, and only enjoyment remained; people were already on the dance floor or chatting animatedly at the tables while some kids ran around with candies in their hands. You were truly having a good time, and you liked learning more about this side of Leo.

— And? — he leaned towards you, and you leaned back.

— I'm having fun — you admitted and grabbed one of those candies on the centerpieces; it was called "tamborcito," it was so small that it was endearing that it was just a lump of sugar and chili, delicious.

The brunette leaned closer to you, searching your eyes, but you weren't in the mood for that kind of game.

Watching couples dance, kiss, and share a moment of celebration created a bittersweet feeling in you; you longed for something you didn't have. His hand found yours, and when you finally met his eyes, there was hardness in your gaze, the same hardness that pricked Leo's chest, giving him the sensation that something was not right, but what could it be?

— I'm going to the bathroom — you said, snatching the opportunity to avoid his questions. He watched you walk away and sank into his chair, letting out a loud groan. "The way she makes me nervous should be illegal," he thought.

Same thoughts, no communication.

You fixed your makeup a bit, wiped the excess sweat from your forehead, and adjusted your dress. You were glad you didn't have to be selling a wound or planning strategies; you were just a girl with a guy. As you dried your hands, you laughed sarcastically. If only you were his girl; you barely wanted to walk back to him.

You watched Leo from the bathrooms as he seemed to nod his head to the rhythm of the music; he looked so cute that it made you throw a little tantrum, taking advantage that no one saw you.

— Hi — a guy said beside you. You jumped, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

In the end, he asked you to dance.

Yes. Not Leo, that guy, and you thought, "screw it, why not?"

The guy smiled widely when you took his hand. If your UNDEFINED relationship with Leo would serve you anything, what better than to take advantage with a cute guy.

Meanwhile, Leo was starting to get impatient. How long could you take in the bathroom? He got up from the table with the intention of looking for you, but seeing you dance on the dance floor made his soul sink to his feet. And dances are VERY different at a quinceañera; sure, there's everything, but DANCING was a very different matter. Leo wouldn't have worried if it had been a cumbia or salsa, but bachata? the way that guy held you by the hips and led you while dancing drove him crazy.

His blood began to boil, and he tried to calm himself to avoid losing control over his powers to prevent himself from igniting. He made his way towards you, dodging people and apologizing until a click in his head made him stop in his tracks. With what right would he snatch you from the arms of that man? If he just remembered friends with benefits were famous because exactly, there was nothing to explain to the other.

Moreover, he observed your face, with a huge smile and your eyes focused on not messing up the next step. The colorful lights illuminated your face beautifully. He clenched his fist and returned to his place.

You hadn't stopped dancing with the guy; he was kind and taught you patiently.

You pouted as you walked through the garden of the hall and saw Leo kicking a rock with the tip of his shoe. There was the problem; no matter how attentive he had been or how good a match he seemed, he wasn't him.

Your friend's shoulders brushed against the branches of a bush, and he abruptly stopped.

— Did you have fun?— he asked with a certain acidity in his voice; you knew what he was getting at, but you didn't want to give it importance.

— Tons — you balanced on one foot as you unfastened your shoe. Leo just nodded with his gaze fixed on the bush as he caressed the foliage with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes and dropped the heel to the ground to unfasten the other one.

— Why that face, Leo? — It wasn't your intention to sound so mocking, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pleasure in his jealousy. He gave you a scowling look and huffed.

— I'm not making any face — he tore off the leaf and burned it in his hands. Jealousy was eating him alive.

— If you say so — you pulled a piece of paper from the bag hidden in your dress and smiled.

The guy tore another branch forcefully when he saw you smile and extended his hand, taking the piece of paper from you.

— Hey!

— Did he give you his number?

— And what if he did?

He inhaled loudly and felt pathetic. It was true. He returned it to you, still annoyed, and sat on the edge of the planter as you finished taking off your shoe. Both palms resting on his cheeks with that grumpy expression.

— I have something to say — he said once three seconds had passed, which for him felt like an eternity. You rolled your eyes again and put your hand on your hip, dropping the other heel. You were already barefoot on the pavement.

— What?

— I like you.

You softened your expression, replacing it with one of confusion.

— What?

— I like you, I love you — Leo looked up and gave you a flat, resigned smile.

— Like... what?

Leo scratched the back of his neck and straightened up.

— I like you, I love you, let's be boyfriend and girlfriend.

He thought it had been a great way to declare his feelings, but instead, you crumpled the piece of paper with the guy's number and threw it at his face, poking his left eye.

— Auch!

— Dumbass

And you held back a sob. It was so unfair. He seemed to read your thoughts and stood up.

— Okay, okay, okay. Wait, don't look — he took you by the shoulders and turned you around so you faced away. You heard the leaves rustle and some twigs snap; when he reappeared in your sight, he had his hair tousled and some bougainvillea branches in his hand. His eyes pleading and nibbling lightly on his lips. — Can we finally be together and stop with the nonsense once and for all because I can't stand seeing you with someone else, and besides, you're my best friend? Come on, say yesss

You couldn't hold that serious image for long. You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, for the first time confident.

— You're an idiot.

— I'll take that as a yes.

You nodded frantically and kissed him, this time on the lips, with such force that your red lipstick left a mark on him.

— Damn, finally — Leo celebrated and lifted you in a bridal style, making you scream with happiness. He leaned down with you to tangle the straps of your heels on his fingers and set off towards the car. — I'll take you home.

You raised both arms as if you were on a roller coaster. smiled ecstatically, with flushed cheeks. — Take me home!

¹ chambelanes: are the dancers who the quinceañera, usually they're a mix of family, professionals and the boyfriend.

² mordida: bite

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 40: The Maestro's Mark

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June 1905

TW: mind control, body control, captivity, human auction, abuse, burning, branding, mouth whump, forced self-harm, dissociation, this one's kind of a doozy isn't it

"Sir -- " Fitz's voice had returned to him, and he was dismayed to find it shaky and weak, much like his knees. Beside him, Miss Lily was gripping his chain so hard he thought she might crumble it to dust. "Sir -- who was -- "

"The Maestro, an old and powerful vampire lord. My sire, and Alexander's sire as well. The one responsible for turning us into vampires," Miss Lily said, picking him up into a princess carry. "I wasn't expecting him to be here. He normally does not purchase his thralls."

"Is he --" Fitz faltered with the amount of questions he wanted to ask, before settling on the most important one. "Is he cruel, sir?"

She hesitated to answer as she carried him backstage and out into the hallway. "...Yes," she finally said. "Yes, he is cruel. I'm sorry."

She sounded like she meant the apology, and Fitz's too-short life flashed before his eyes.

"What should I do, sir?"

"There's nothing you can do now. Nothing you can do but be obedient. Try to find the private places in your mind to retreat to, places where he can't reach. Eat whatever you're offered when you can. Sleep as much as possible. And never be defiant, even for the smallest matter. The price will never be worth it."

"...You seem as though you know what you're talking about, sir."

"I was his thrall, once."

It was a colorful and loud nightmare as Fitz was carried through the bustling hallway filled with vampires and their newly purchased thralls, talking and laughing and showing off their fashions. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that when he would open them, he'd be somewhere else. The lumpy couch in his drafty, shared apartment. His dressing room backstage. Even the opulent prison of his bedroom back at his family's home.

He'd found that unbearably oppressive at the time. Perhaps he'd been a fool to leave, after all.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a small room primarily occupied by a desk and a few chairs. A vampire in a fashionable black dress, her neck and ears dripping with jewels, entered the room. "Oh my, Lily, your expression is better suited for a funeral. You've sold your little project for an extravagant amount of cash. Whatever could be the problem?"

Miss Lily's face was sour as a lemon. "You know very well how I feel about my sire, Colette."

"His money will spend as good as everyone else's. If you ask me, you were a little too attached to this thrall."

"I don't care one iota about this thrall," she said, her grip tightening on Fitz's shoulders. "I just think that no one, not even a thrall, deserves the displeasure of serving my sire."

"And yet, I assume you'll want your share of the earnings."

"And yet."

The door opened, and Fitz's new owner entered the room. Perhaps it was Fitz's fevered imagination, but even the gas lamps seemed to flicker in response to the foreboding aura. He gave Miss Lily a small nod, and Fitz felt her fingers dig in tighter, painful.

"It's truly an honor to do business with you, Maestro, sir,"  said Miss Colette, settling behind the desk. "Now, then, sir, you'll owe eleven thousand dollars, unless you require any additional services..."

"No, thank you." He was staring at Fitz now, and it felt like icicles sliding down his back. Fitz couldn't help the impulse to look away -- and realized that he couldn't. He was caught hopelessly in the web of power once more.

His master, as soon as the money was handed over. His master forever. There would be no escaping a man like this.

Never be defiant. The price will never be worth it.

Never be himself ever again.

No, he had to snap out of it. There had to be a way out of this. Some way to charm him, to appeal, to get them both on the same side. There had to be. Weaseling out of bad situations was one of his specialties.

The Maestro was reaching into his coat and pulling out a pouch of what looked to be actual golden coins, as if he were some kind of royalty. Miss Colette didn't seem to regard this as strange, taking the coins from the pouch and weighing them on a small scale. Satisfied with the amount, she handed him a contract to sign.

"Now, if the transaction is complete," he said, "please leave so I can discipline my spawn and my thrall."

"Of course, sir." Miss Colette filed out of the room immediately.

Fitz's protests and his screams died in his throat, along with his desperate impulses to flee anywhere. He was under his new master's power again, frozen in time. He'd never escape, of course, but it still hurt to not even be allowed to try first, to be trapped in a treacherous body that wouldn't obey even his smallest commands.

"Lily," he said, approaching her, and Fitz realized that Miss Lily was holding him in front of her as though Fitz could shield her from her sire. "This thrall has an excellent bloodline and potential. Why did you train him improperly and allow him to make an embarrassment of you?"

"He's a performer by nature, sire, as I'm sure you can see," said Miss Lily, and she sounded as subdued and fearful as Fitz was, a far cry from her confident nature when enthralling him. "He is fully trained and obedient. I simply thought it was amusing to allow him to continue to perform, sire. Plenty of vampires would desire a thrall for entertainment. I don't think he's an embarrassment. It took skill to render him obedient while keeping his personality intact."

If Fitz could move, he would be nodding vigorously, appreciative of Miss Lily's defense.

"Yes. Performance is his nature, that much is true just by looking at him. But you need to be in better control of the thralls in your care, not allow them to preen and pose on the auction block." He reached past Fitz to touch Lily's hair, tucking loose strands of her hair into her bun. Fitz could feel her hands tremble. "Oh, child, I worry that I am too lenient on your soft heart. I don't understand what I did to be cursed with two spawn so gifted and yet so foolish."

"Thank you for your patience with us, sire."

"Indeed. And because you do often delight me, I will allow the punishment to be light."

"Yes, sire. Thank you, sire."

"Here. Take my knife." The Maestro held out a silver knife in a white-gloved hand, and Lily let go of Fitz's arm to take it. "You will find an unoccupied bathroom. You will remove your dress so that you do not bloody it. You will cut out your tongue. You will clean yourself and your surroundings thoroughly. You will then put your dress back on and join my other wayward spawn in the parlor."

Fitz's eyes widened at the description of the punishment, the only movement he could manage. He wanted to run. He wanted to scream. He couldn't do either. Miss Lily let go of his arms, and as she exited the room, head bowed low, he had the desperate, irrational impulse to stop her. True to her advice, she showed no sign of defiance, even when her sire was asking her to do the unthinkable -- as a "light" punishment. From the hard look in her eyes, he had no doubt that she was going to do it.

The door clicked shut. And Fitz was alone with his master.

The strange power forced Fitz's head up to look into the Maestro's eyes as he drew near, like a puppet on strings. With a surprisingly gentle touch, a gloved hand reached out and ruffled his hair, then hooked a finger under his chin and inspected his face from each angle. A soft finger traced down his neck and exposed collarbone, but there was no indication from his heavy aura that the vampire wanted to feed. There was no indication of any desire at all. Just control. Pure control.

What could he do to sway a man like this? He recognized his look, the man who was used to being the most powerful in the room, the kind who couldn't spare a scrap of tolerance for anyone else. No humor, no imagination. The kind of person Fitz usually avoided, or brought up on stage only to tease and get a response from the audience. On stage, Fitz held the power.

His new owner was center stage, now, and not one to relinquish the spotlight easily.

"Fitzwilliam de Hastings," said the Maestro in that musical voice. "You will answer my questions honestly. First -- do you fear me?"

Fitz felt his tongue loosen. This, at least, was an easy question. "Yes, Master."

"You are correct to. At least you are not that sort of fool. Now, tell me -- did you wish for my spawn Alexander to purchase you?"

He recalled the pathetic, fleeting hope he'd had when he'd flirted with Mr. Alexander in the showroom. Yes, yes he had, but he suspected that was the wrong answer. What had worked on Mr. Alexander wouldn't work here -- he needed to work a new angle. "I did think that at first, Master, but then you made that impeccable entrance. You're clearly the vampire all other vampires respect -- it's an honor to have been purchased by you."

The Maestro nodded, then removed one of his gloves.

A percussive crack rang through Fitz's ears, and it took his brain a moment to catch up and realize that he had been slapped hard across the face.

"Do not ever lie to me, child, and do not insult me with your cheap flattery. This is your only warning," his master said, in precisely the same tone as before, not betraying anger or disappointment or any emotion at all. "Try again. Did you wish for my spawn Alexander to purchase you?"

"Yes, Master," said Fitz immediately, praying that he wouldn't incur any further punishment. His tongue. He'd ordered Miss Lily to cut out her own tongue. And if his master wanted to do the same to him, there'd be nothing he could do about it, his very body out of his control.The thought of being permanently rendered mute, unable to joke and flirt and tease and perform --

It hadn't settled in before, had it? What it truly meant to be in thrall to a vampire. Between Miss Lily's mesmerism and his own hubris, he'd imagined himself getting out of this by charming the vampire, carving himself a better life through wit and charisma, as he'd always managed. But these vampires were so much more powerful than him and always would be. What good is wit against a creature who can control your body on a whim, or take your mind away with a word?

He couldn't save himself. No one was coming to save him. There was only him and his cruel new master, and he was unable even to express the despair bubbling up within him. A fate so much worse than death, inescapable.

The re-gloved hand stroked Fitz's cheek gently in the place that was still stinging from the slap. "Despite your ill manners, you have potential, Fitzwilliam. My darling Lily saw that in you, no doubt. A born performer with a compelling presence. Sharp minded. And so, so beautiful. A pity about your headstrong nature," he said. "But you needn't concern yourself. I only need to patiently carve away your imperfections. And I am a very patient vampire."

"Thank you, Master," said Fitz, who had never been more frightened of so-called praise in his life.

"More importantly, I believe you are the key to finally breaking my Alexander's will."

"...I don't understand, sir."

"Thralls aren't meant to understand, child. Thralls are meant to obey. And I have decided what young Alexander's lesson will be." He drew his hand away. "I will give you to Alexander."

Fitz couldn't help but furrow his brow, confused. That couldn't be right. 

"It will be a test for him. One that he will fail."

The Maestro pulled a small metal cylinder from his coat. He carefully lifted the glass from the lamp sitting on Miss Colette's desk, beckoning Fitz forward. Fitz felt himself sleepwalking towards his master, even as the Maestro dipped the metal object in the lamp's flame, even as Fitz realized with growing dread what was about to happen.

"He will forget you belong to me. He will desire to possess you, cherish you, perhaps even love you. He will believe he can rescue you from me. He will be incorrect. I will allow him to believe this, then I will take you from him, and I will break you, and suffering will be a teacher to you both."

Fitz's heart pounded.

"Kneel."

His puppeted body gracefully knelt upon the carpet, the crushed red velvet of his dress cushioning his legs, as he looked up in terror.

With a calm, unreadable expression, the Maestro pulled down the neckline of his ball gown and pressed the burning metal to Fitz's flesh, just below his collarbone.

He couldn't scream. He couldn't flinch. He couldn't fight or back away. He couldn't do anything but feel his eyes filling with tears as the white hot pain seared through his body.

Fitz barely even noticed when the brand was pulled away, because the pain hardly lessened. His master was examining his handiwork, and, seemingly satisfied, made Fitz's body stand.

There was no way Fitz could be standing through the shock and the pain, but the puppet strings controlling his every move made it so, forcing him to walk on weak and shaky legs.

"Now show your gratitude for my precious gift."

Fitz's body curtsied low. 

But Fitz's mind, flooded with pain and endorphins and magic, was traveling far away. Away from here, anywhere but here, anything but this. Anything but an inescapable descent into hell.

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[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

I was wondering if you could write headcanons for the Bone Boys as dads. ( you can pick one or multiple) (ie. Seeley, Jack, Lance, Zack, or any of the squinterns) I loved your hodgins fic sm <3 take your time!!! Thank you!!!

Oh, I love you for asking this 💕Any opportunity to write for my Jeffersonian family. And my squinterns? You didn't have to ask twice. If anyone want a part 2 let me know. I didn’t include a bunch of squints or my boy Aubrey

Seeley - over protective, caring, goofy, stern, willing to do whatever he needs to to make his kid happy. I mean, just look at Parker - that kid turned out so well adjusted and happy. Booth just loves him to pieces - and Christine? Apple of his eye. Any kid this man has will want for nothing and know nothing but pure unrelenting love. Sunday afternoons of throwing a baseball around - I don't care what gender, any child of Booth will know how to throw a curve ball. And the hockey games? Oh, the kid(s) will be wearing Flyers jerseys before they can walk.

Lance - we were robbed. Robbed of seeing this beautiful man raising a child. Sweets would be such a good dad too. Caring, affectionate, understanding, patient, hilarious, and with one disappointed look have his kids in line apologizing.

Oh, I could just imagine the first few weeks of sleepless nights. Lance, being so excited, but also so terrified of messing up. He knows what its like to have shitty people looking after you, and he'd never want to be that way. But he also knows what it's like to have two loving (amazing) people take care of him and love him with unconditional love.

This of course, would cause him to take the brunt of the middle of the night feedings/check-ins. Lance, sitting in a rocking chair, softly singing Coconut by Harry Nilsson. It's no surprise when the kid knows all the words before they know the alphabet fully.

Just, ugh, nothing but love and laughter.

Any child of Jack's will be showered with affection, over the top gifts (what do you mean a thousand dollar playhouse is too much? It has a fully functional kitchen and a mini lab!), and a love and appreciation for all the beautiful things around them (bugs and all).

"Whose my little prince/princess of the lab?"

Jack would realize his mistake during the preteen phase. "Honestly, I don't know where the sarcasm is coming from. They're too quick for their own good." This of course, would be met with eye rolls, and really? No DNA test needed here. King of the Lab? More like King of Sass.

Jack would love to take the kid(s) to the lab. "This is a Carabidae, they belong to the Adephaga." He'd love to see their little faces light up with wonder. He'd never feel more elated then hearing the little giggles when he puts the beetle into his kids tiny waiting hand.

Wendell would be the sweetest most down to Earth dad. No child of Wendell's would ever know what it means to struggle - not if he had anything to say about it. That doesn't mean his kids wouldn't know the meaning of hard work - that's the one thing Wendell prides himself in. Working hard and knowing you deserved to be there.

Considering his own mother induced labor on a roller coaster, I'm sure Wendell would be there for unconventional methods. His kids would also know how to defend themselves - verbal and physically (No one would ever talk down to his kids and get away with it. And boxers fracture? His kids would know how to throw a punch and mean it - "only if they deserve it, you can't just go around just starting fights with anybody."

His favorite memory would be the first time he took his kid(s) onto the rink. Seeing them persevere and keep going until they got the hang of it - "That's right, you got it!"

Wendell would raise his kids to be prepared for absolutely anything. Car broke down? They would know how to fix the engine. Someone broke their heart? Cry, feel it all, then take a deep breath and keep going. Because no matter what - he'll always be there to back them up.

Vincent would be a dotting dad. A little over the top, but that's why his kids would love him. Any child of Vincent's would know more random facts than any other five year old. The calls from the kindergarten teacher would always be...interesting. "Yes, yes, I can see why talking about the amount of insect legs found in chocolate would be upsetting to the other children."

That of course would not and could not stop him from prattling out more facts every night. Facts were his love language - his bonding time. Every night, without fail, he'd tuck his little one into bed, rambling about any random thought that popped into his head until his child fell asleep.

Colin, sweet morbid hopeless Colin. Would have no idea what to do with a child until one evening when he hasn't sleep for four days straight - he can barely see, his mind and body more fuzzy than normal.

He's looking hopelessly at his baby in his arms, "What? what do you need from me?" His voice growing more weary and desperate. Until he see's it, a smile - then a small gurgle that could be mistaken for laughter. "Oh, you like that, huh, my misery?" He's welcomed by another gurgle and big beautiful eyes blinking slowly back at him. He feels it then - the warmth- the happiness creeping up in his bones. He's got a shot now - at something he never thought about before.

Oh, his kid wants to paint his nails? Sure, he's always got the time, and maybe some tips, a little sloppy on the corner there. It's okay- you're only six we'll get you there, kid.

Colin would be the type of dad to always complain about being dragged to something, but he would secretly love it. Sappy teen movie playing in the background? No, he's not interested. He's just going to stand here for 30 minutes eyes glued to the screen. No, he doesn't want to sit down. Wait- rewind - what are they arguing about? He missed it.

Colin would have a little mini me - both the complete opposite of him and so similar it was scary. His little partner in crime.

Zack would like to think he knows exactly what he's doing but he has no idea. He buys every parenting book known to man. Spends hours of research looking up different child development theories.

No, the baby did not in fact laugh. It's only been a month, a baby can't laugh until at least 5 months. He states that firmly until the next few days when Zack swears up and down he made the baby laugh doing an impression of Hodgins. I know I said that, but perhaps the baby just has my intelligence and early development.

Zack will be there front row and center for every recital, game, or event. Doesn't matter if he has no idea what the rules are or what is going on. He'll be there cheering from the side lines.

His favorite afternoon snack to make? Macaroni and cheese.

Zack is just happy to have made his family a little bit bigger. He never thought he'd be proud of anything outside of the Jeffersonian, but he was happily proven wrong everyday.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Friends Share**

Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

WC: 17K! Maybe open it on a browser instead of the app? Sorryyy.

WARNINGS: jealousy, MMF threes*me, an*l, unprotected s*x. There’s also a same sex smut scene (JIC someone doesn’t like reading that).

Y/N and Harry  have been roommates for a few years now. He's a struggling musician and she's a struggling actress, they met when they were sub-ing at the same school. Realizing they were in the same boat led to a friendship and after her longtime boyfriend ended things she had no idea where to go, concurrently, Harry's lease on his studio was up and well, they both decided to save some money and be roomies.

Things were great with Harry. They're both considerate, tidy, punctual with payments. They both like the same drinks and same kinds of foods, the same shows and decor style. In reality everything has been sort of a dream because it's been smooth sailing. They share practically everything and it is perfect to get along that well with your roommate.

Romantically, they both have their own lives and steer clear when the hookups come over. Sure, she and Harry have hooked up on occasion (she really understood that his hooks ups weren't just putting on a show after that first time), but neither of them ever felt the need to talk about it as more and they're both just fine with that. They are attracted to each other and all that, but things between them has never gotten to a degree where they feel concerned that their relationship is changing.

On this particular day, Harry came in from his run and was pulling out his earphones to see Y/N in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey, looks like we're getting a new neighbor in 319." he said and she smiled excitedly.

"Oh good, that little prick Nolan won't be ding-dong ditching us anymore." she beamed.

"I know, thank fuck." he chuckled and just then she went over to the fridge and bent into it to grab something and Harry bit his lip and felt the blood start flowing to his cock when her shirt rode up just enough to tease him with the sight of her bare ass and pussy under the oversized shirt, "Jesus, Y/N..." he groaned and looked down at the growing outline of his stiff cock in his running shorts.

"What?" she asked shooting up and turning around.

"You just flashed me your whole fucking pussy is what." he whined and she turned and rolled her eyes when she saw he was all hard.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she giggled apologetically.

"Right. Well, I'm gonna go handle this." he hummed, "Make me an omelet too, please? Ex-"

"Extra bell peppers and mushrooms, I know." she smiled and he shot her a wink and headed off to shower. He came back in just some white, tight-ass briefs and she knew he was just trying to get back at her and they ate breakfast that way. 

The day was slipping away from them as they were just having a lazy Saturday in. Currently, Harry was laid between Y/N's legs as her fingers wove through his soft curls, they were both watching the Tinder Swindler and very harshly judging the women that had fallen victim to this man, because really, why would anyone with common sense give thousands of dollars to a man they met on Tinder? It was ridiculous.

"We should introduce ourselves to the new neighbor." she thought aloud.

"Today?"

"Yeah, in the evening once they are mostly settled in. We can bake something."

"That sounds like a bad idea. What if they have a gluten intolerance or they're vegan and you give them diarrhea?" he asked and she scoffed.

"You're ridiculous. It's just to be nice and I know where you're going with this. You're just trying to come up with an excuse for me to go to The Good Good but I can't show my face there, Harry. I won't."

"Oh my god, what if she doesn't even work there anymore?" He mumbled. Y/N had a hook-up gone wrong with a girl who worked there a few months ago and as much as she loved their baked goods, there was no way she could ever go back and risk seeing her. Harry needed Y/N to go because he drove a motorcycle and he couldn't possibly take the motorcycle and pick things up and well, Harry hated going in the car by himself because he would be stuck if there was traffic - hence him having a motorcycle. He needed her to go so that they could get in the carpool lane, "It wasn't even that bad, things slip around down there and you just accidentally put it in the wrong hole-"

"She was crying, Harry."

"When I went to check on her she said she was OK, just startled" he recalled, "Anyway, those blueberry poppy muffins are to die for. Please, think of the new neighbor. And think of the delicious blueberry crumble pie..." he hummed and she sighed dramatically.

"I'm not going inside." she said and he smiled but agreed he'd go in alone.

They got dressed and made the drive out to the vegan bakery and bought a few things for the new neighbor and for themselves. Y/N had been right, the girl, who he now knew was named Summer was in fact working there and she did in fact recognize Harry because upon seeing him her eyes went wide and her face beet red and that was the end of it. Harry did tell Y/N and once again, she was mortified just hearing the girl's reaction.

It was around 7:30 when they decided to walk the few doors down and meet the new neighbor. Neither of them were sure what to expect, their building and neighborhood was rather diverse. Harry knocked and then stepped back and after a few moments the door was opening up and Y/N and Harry practically swooned at the man before them. He was tall and handsome and they weren't really expecting that.

"Hi." He said with a timid smile as he looked from Y/N to Harry.

"Hi." Y/N said softly and paused again.

"We live in 315, just two doors down from you." Harry spoke up, "We brought you pastries to say welcome. They're gluten free and vegan, just in case!" Harry threw in, just as stunned as Y/N by this man.

"That's very sweet of you, thank you." he said with a friendly smile, but he had a slight accent as he spoke and even that was sexy, "I'm Santiago, but you can call me Santi too, either way." he said and they both nodded and he smirked, he was used to this kind of thing, "And your names are?" he chuckled.

"Right! I'm Y/N and this is Harry." she smiled.

"We're roommates." Harry added in quickly and Y/N almost rolled her eyes. He was so keen and far too obvious.

"Nice, have you lived here long?" he asked Y/N, subtly looking her over and Harry noticed and it made him a little bit jealous.

"Like three years?" Harry butted in to answer the question, returning Santi's attention back to him and then he went off about the vibe of the building and the neighborhood. As Harry went on and on Y/N noticed Santi discretely check Harry out and it she bit her lip, she understood Santi in this moment very well. They were both hot as fuck, but she saw him looking at her too and as much as she loved Harry, this one was hers.

They chatted a bit more and Santi shared that he was new to town in general so they talked about how they should hang out sometime after he was settled so he could meet more people if he wanted. He agreed and overall was very friendly and soon they were saying their goodbyes before started to head off.

"Ummm, are you forgetting something?" Santi asked with a chuckle and Y/N looked at him confused and he glanced down at the box in her hands.

"Oh my gosh, of course! Here you go, neighbor!" she chuckled nervously as his eyes met hers and handed over the box.

"Thank you, neighbor." Santi said with a wink and Y/N smiled. Harry rolled his eyes at the little exchange, "I'll be seeing you around." he assured her and Y/N nodded, which again made Harry roll his eyes.

"Good night!" she and Harry exclaimed as they walked off and soon heard the door shut. "OK... I was not expecting that." she said as they made the short walk to their apartment.

"I know, he was so fucking fit." Harry said and Y/N nodded, locking their door behind them.

"Can we agree that he was flirting a little with me?" she asked Harry, eyes narrowed, "Like just a little." she said as they walked into their kitchen.

"Ummm,  I think he was just being really nice because you could barely speak when you first saw him and he probably just felt a little bad for you. Thenthe whole thing with the box, I think he caught on that you were just playing dumb about it." Harry chuckled, still feeling a little jealous that Santi told Y/N that he'd be seeing her around. What did that mean?

"OK ouch! I was not playing dumb I genuinely forgot the box was in my hands! And I think the one so desperate throwing out any signals known to mankind was you with your little "we're roommates" thing. You literally could not have said that any faster, even I was shocked!" she cackled and Harry pouted, he had been so quick with that, hadn't he? His face had gone pink as he recalled and Y/N reached out to his cheek and rubbed gently, "Sorry H, didn't mean to embarrass you." she apologized. 

That's one thing Harry loved about Y/N, she was always the first to apologize when something went wrong or bring up an issue that was bugging her. Harry was very self-aware and he knew that at times he could be difficult and mean, like now, when out of jealousy he told Y/N that their hot neighbor felt sorry for her. He often times had to swallow down his pride and just say sorry. She had been so excited and he totally shit all over it. 

"It's alright. I'm sorry too, Santi was flirting with you." he said, "I was just being jealous." he mumbled and Y/N smiled softly.

"Well it's not like he didn't check you out either. Saw it with my own two eyes." she reassured him and Harry appeared excited now.

"Really?" he asked and she nodded, "Hmmm..."

"Yeah and really, if you're that interested in him you can go for it. Don't want to stir up trouble with us over some guy." she said with a shrug.

"But he flirted with you." Harry pointed out.

"Well, if he keeps flirting with me then we'll know he's not into guys and if it's OK with you, I will shoot my shot." she said, "Does that sound OK?" 

"Yeah, sounds good." Harry smiled.

Y/N was just really agreeable and thoughtful. Not that Harry couldn't be, but he was just a little bit selfish and this wouldn't be the first time that she'd given up something to make Harry happy. What helped her the most was that she wasn't really the jealous type or territorial over things, unlike him.

Harry remembers that after the first time they had hooked up he was coming home as she was heading out for a date and he got upset and jealous over it. Hooking up with Y/N was different because they were friends and roommates, he loved her to some extent and the potential of someone swooping in and taking his best friend/roommate/ someone he could potentially hook up with (regularly) away from him made him jealous and territorial. 

When Y/N came back in the morning he ensured that his hookup was still there and he did something he never did, he made her breakfast and Y/N walked in on them eating. The girl started freaking out because she thought that Y/N was Harry's girlfriend and he was sort of expecting her to go along with it, it was some theatrical thing they had done before when a hookup had overstayed their welcome. But instead she quickly assured her that they were just roommates  before slipping off to take a shower. Y/N emerged from her bedroom about an hour later, the girl long gone and Y/N looked surprised and he recalled her saying that she'd never seen him make breakfast for a girl so she figured that he really liked her and so she went off and took her time.  After that time and a few other experiments Harry discovered that she just wasn't the jealous type and she often, unselfishly put his needs over her own.

*********

It had been a few weeks since Santi moved in and as it turns out, he joined the same yoga class Harry went to a few times a week. They had gotten to know each other a little more and had gone out for coffees or smoothies after and unmistakably, Santi would flirt with Harry. He'd look him over for a little too long, he'd compliment him in ways that made Harry's tummy flutter and it was exciting. He did ask about Y/N every time though. Mentioned he had seen her in the parking garage once but she took off before he could say hello. He was sending mixed signals. Currently, Harry was walking back with Santi from the cafe just a block or two away from their building and then his apple watch was constantly lighting up with notifications from Y/N.

Y/N 🍑💛:

OH MY GOD, H!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DISCOVERED!

WHY ARE YOU OUT BEFORE 8 IN THE MORNING?!?!

YOU NEED TO GET HERE! NOW!

"Is everything OK?" Santi asked Harry.

"Yeah, just Y/N's freaking out about something." he explained as he fished for his phone in his pocket.

"Is she alright?"

"I think so." Harry chuckled, "Just excited over something." he assured and Santi nodded, "Sorry, give me a sec." he said before starting to type out his response.

HARRY 🦚:

What is it?

I went to the 6:30 yoga session with Santi and then we grabbed coffee and we're walking back now.

Y/N 🍑💛:

Well, it's about Santi - something I discovered! Don't invite him in!

HARRY🦚:

Ummm, what? Should I run away?!?

Y/N 🍑💛:

No, it's nothing bad! Just... surprising. I just don't want to bring it up while you're with him because knowing how dramatic you can be...

JUST HURRY UP AND GET HERE!

Harry laughed and locked his phone.

"She's OK?"

"Yeah, just needs help with something. I told her we're almost there." he assured Santi who smiled.

"OK, that's good." he said, "I was ummm, wondering if you both wanted to stop by for breakfast in a little while" he asked Harry.

"Yeah, we'd love to." Harry smiled as they rounded the corner to their street.

"Perfect." Santi smiled and they stayed quiet for a few moments, "So, you and Y/N really are not a couple?" he asked Harry. They hadn't ever really talked about their dynamic before and he felt that maybe Santi was going to ask him about asking her out and he started getting jealous over her, the familiar feeling prickling his stomach uncomfortably.

"No, we're not in a relationship." he explained, "We are a couple though, or at least we come in one." Harry chuckled, "We do everything together." he said though, a lilt to his voice to insinuate that there might be more going on underneath.

"I see." Santi hummed, "You don't like her enough to be with her?" he asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, it's not that I don't like her like that. Y/N is wonderful & beautiful but-" Harry chuckled and then Santi spoke up again, interrupting him. 

"So you like girls?" he asked and then Harry turned to him and bit his lip nervously.

"Ummm, yes. Girl, boys, everyone in between..." he said with a nervous smile and Santi nodded.

"Oh OK." he said with a smile, "Me too. Well, girls and boys.” he finished and Harry smiled.

"Well that's good to know." he said and Santi chuckled then Harry's eyes went wide, "Good to know because it's important to be aware of another person's-"

"Chill out, Harry." Santi chuckled, "It's good to know about you too." he said and Harry smiled timidly. “And Y/N?” He asked, once again, bringing her up. 

“She likes boys and girls, just like you.” He said and Santi smiled. 

“That’s good to know.” He said and once again, Harry felt jealous, but he also knew Y/N wouldn’t go for Santi if it really bugged him, “I’m from a smaller town in Mexico and there weren’t many people like me. So it’s good to have friends who understand and see the world like me.” He explained and Harry decided to stop being a selfish little prick for now and hear Santi out as they made their way up to their apartments. Once they reached their floor Harry promised they'd be over around 9:30 and they each headed to their respective homes. 

"Y/N, I'm back!" Harry called out and in seconds she was rushing out.

"I stumbled upon something..." she said and brought her phone up to Harry's face, "Santi, is a camboy!!!!" she whisper shouted. 

"I feel like we shouldn't dig into this." Harry said and Y/N sighed.

"I know. I wasn't digging around, I was just looking him up on Instagram to add him and the second account has Santi in the username, so that's the one I clicked." she explained, "And then i saw...well, that." she bit her lip and Harry was just looking at the top row of the grid, "You can scroll." she said and he looked to her nervously, "Actually you should scroll." she said and he used his thumb to look through the pictures, his lip bitten between his teeth. This man was on another level of hot. And as he scrolled yet again there was a picture of him grabbing another man by the throat and Y/N glanced to Harry, his pupils blown wide now.

"Holy shit." he said.

"I KNOW!" she whispered, "That one got to me too." she said and he chuckled.

"Yeah." he sighed, "Well we need to not look at that ever again." he said, "Unless he talks to us about it." he said, "Also, he's invited us over for breakfast at 9:30."

"Oh god..." she whined and he grinned,

"That's what you get for snooping, love." he teased.

"I wasn't snooping! I just wanted to add him on Instagram." she huffed again, "Well, we've got a while before we have to be there so I'm gonna take a nap." she informed and turned to head to her room and he caught her hand, "What?" she asked.

"Wanna have a shower with me before we head over?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmmm...." she pondered aloud.

"C'mon, please? I told him 9:30 for a reason." he said, "I'll make it worth your while." he promised and she agreed and just a minute later they were under the warm stream of water washing up and stealing kisses in between.

Harry was hard and his length kept prodding at her hip so she just took him into her hand, glancing up at him as she stroked slowly. His lips were parted and breathing shallow as her thumb rubbed into the slit at the head of his cock.

"Oh shit..." he hummed and then dipped down to kiss her fervently as she continued stroking at him, "Suck my cock, love. Please, just get your mouth on me." he whispered against her mouth and she moaned and nodded. She placed a kiss over his sternum before getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth right away. 

Harry sighed in relief as her tongue rubbed into his slit, her tongue relished in the slightly salty taste of his arousal and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling hard making her moan. The vibrations of her sounds were tickling down his stiff cock, to his balls, and somehow up to his stomach, making his abs tense as his head fell back against the shower wall. She was so fucking good with her mouth, it always got him close so fast. She had asked the first time around what felt good for him and where and now she always pulled out all of the stops. With every suck and stroke of her tongue Y/N ensured that his stomach was tingling and that he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Her finger nails bit into the backs of his muscular thighs as she sucked harder. He chanced looking down at her and she blinked her eyes open, somehow feeling him looking at her and he groaned again, her smile barely peeking through, but he smiled in pleasure as she took more of him.

"That's fucking good." he hummed in delight. He was getting so close, his tummy swirling with that familiar warmth that overwhelmed him when he was about to come. As it started to spread he realized that he didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to come inside of her. They'd done it once before, but she was being so nice and good for him that he wanted to fill her up. He tugged at her hair, "Want to be inside of you." he panted, "Need to feel you when I come." he mumbled and she pulled off immediately and reached to shut off the water and they hurried out of the shower and he picked her up and set her on the counter as he lined himself up with her opening.

He looked into her eyes and she nodded, which granted him the permission to thrust inside of her in one fluid motion. He watched with parted lips as her eyes fluttered closed and a pretty and breathy sigh flowed from her lips as he bottomed out. Harry glanced down between them to see his length fully sheathed inside of her and he grinned.

"Fuck, y'somehow always take it all in that tight, little pussy." she moaned at his words as they caused goosebumps to pimple at her skin. He ground into her, stimulating his sensitive and leaking tip right against her g-spot. He watched her face contorting in pleasure and it made him so happy to feel her clinging to him desperately as he brought her all the pleasure he could. 

He could feel her hot, tight walls pulsing around him with need, her body’s attempt of milking the cum out of his balls and putting it where it belonged, deep inside of her. He groaned as he started thrusting hard and steady and brought his fingers down to her clit and rubbed in time with his thrust until she was trembling.

"Oh my god!" she gasped as she started getting closer to her climax, "Harry!" she whimpered and he smiled as he pressed his forehead into hers.

"You're so close, love. Come for me so I can fill you up." he panted and she swallowed thickly and nodded, her eyes not leaving his as she got even closer until she just couldn't afford to keep them open anymore. Her entire body seemed to be tingling as that delicious pressure deep inside of her reached its limit and burst. Harry smiled against her lips as she just tensed up, "That's it, come for me, Y/N." He panted and she moaned out as the tidal wave of pleasure swallowed her whole. 

Y/N felt her heart pounding and her walls fluttering around Harry's cock -he always did fill her up so perfectly that it made her see stars when she came. Like now - he hadn't stopped fucking into her as he chased his own high and all she could do was hold on tight until he was panting hard against her mouth and squeezing her hips tight as she hissed from how hard he had pressed himself deep inside of her as he started to come, filling her up as he promised and pulling out gently, still smiling against her lips before he glanced down between them, already seeing his cum pooling at her entrance. He hadn't gotten himself off in several days, so it was more than usual.

"Shit, it was a lot. Hold on." he said settling her over the counter better before heading off to the toilet paper and taking a little wad of it and hurrying over to dab a bit at her opening, cleaning out what was dribbling from her swollen and pounded to heaven entrance. After a minute or so he had effectively cleaned her up and he smiled up at her, "Sorry, I made quite a mess." he hummed.

"Yeah, now get me down." she said and he helped her off the counter and held her for a moment.

"Good?" he asked her and she nodded and steered around him for a towel and as she headed off to get changed he quickly smacked her ass causing her to wince and scoff at him as he giggled.

At 9:30 sharp they were being let into Santi's apartment and he had made a delightful and delicious smelling soy-rizo scramble (which was thoughtful of him after Harry had explained that he was a vegetarian some time ago). There was coffee and he swore that the tortillas were purchased, but handmade from a restaurant he frequented. And sure enough, everything was delicious! Despite that Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as Santi chatted up Y/N because he'd just fucked her not even an hour prior. And Y/N was just being friendly as she answered his questions. Harry knew her well and had spent plenty of time with her and he could see how she'd suppressed that charming and suave je ne sais quoi that she oozed so naturally and was just so her. Maybe to Santi it came off as naiveté, but Harry knew that she was just doing this for him, so when the opportunity arose she shifted the attention back to Harry, like any good wing-person, currently the topic of discussion was languages and Y/N had said that Harry spoke some Italian.

"Really?" Santi asked with a bright and surprised smile.

"Si." Harry chuckled and Santi chuckled, "But very basic, like enough to get around town." he explained.

"Me too, I studied a year abroad in Rome. But Italian is very smiliar to Spanish, so it wasn't too difficult for me to learn." he explained and soon they got to talking about Italy. Y/N had never been to Europe so she butted out of his one and just let them go off and tell their stories. "My goal was to become a designer and move back there. Living in Italy was the best time of my life." he stated with a fond smile. And then he asked them, "What do you do for work?" and well, apart from responding, Harry and Y/N knew that the logical next step to this was asking Santi what he did for work.

"We're substitute teachers and also do private tutoring, like help with school work." Harry said.

"Oh, what do you teach?"

"I teach and tutor English and Literature, but I also nanny at times for kids and pets." Y/N said.

"I teach sciences or history." Harry then jumped in, "And well, my goal is to be a singer though." at that, Santi's eyes lit up, "I participate in choirs and have been able to record soundtracks for films and TV with the ensemble. And then I just do open mic nights and things like that from time to time for some exposure and extra cash." he shrugged.

"Wow, that's impressive. I'd love to go see you perform sometime!" Santi said excitedly and Harry blushed and agreed that sometime he could join him and Y/N for that, "And you, Y/N? Any creative ventures for you?"

"Yeah, I act as well. I would hope to one day do something big and meaningful, maybe a play or musical or something. I don't want to be a movie star or anything too crazy, but at least be a little bit on the radar." she shrugged.

"Really? I act as well! Theatre is my biggest passion." he disclosed, "I came here trying to land some roles in some productions, we'll see how it goes." He explained.

"Oh, that's cool! Maybe we can see each other at some auditions sometime." Y/N said with a bright smile and Santi nodded.

"Yeah, ummm... can I tell you guys something?" he asked and they both nodded, acting as cool as possible, "I started camming a few months back." he confessed, “Well actually almost a year ago now that I think about it.”

"Oh really?" Harry said and Santi nodded.

"It makes me pretty good money." he said, "I'm not telling you so that you go and watch my things!" he added quickly, "But just so that you know. I have an instagram page so you may run into that." he explained and they both nodded, "I hope that doesn't make you feel strange around me or change things with us." he said and they both smiled and shook their heads.

"Not at all, Santi! You're doing this on your terms and not getting scammed by the porn industry. One time I was so desperate that I sold a guy feet pics to see Fleetwood Mac at the Forum in the pit." Y/N said.

"She got scammed, the man had no tickets and she ruined the opportunity for both of us." Harry butted in and they all laughed at Y/N's story, "But yeah, we're all just trying to make it out here! And as long as you feel comfortable doing that then do it!" Harry encouraged him and Santi smiled.

"Good. Glad to get that off my chest." he said.

"Is that why you got a two bedroom? One room is for the cam stuff?" Y/N asked and Santi nodded, there was a beat of silence before he spoke up.

"Ummm, do you guys want to see it?" he asked and Y/N looked to Harry and then they booth looked to Santi.

"Only if you want to show us." Harry spoke up and Santi nodded and stood and they followed suit. Y/N walked behind Santi and Harry followed behind her, a reassuring hand on her hip as Santi opened up the door, flicked on the light and stepped aside to let them in. 

Harry squeezed Y/N's hip as he caught a glimpse of the swing on one corner of the room. Santi didn't miss the way Harry was holding on to her as he looked around. There was also a bed in there, maybe full sized, but there were restraints on the posts. The closet was open and there were drawers and chests in there, probably filled with accessories and toys. Y/N looked around with a bitten lip, she wasn't sure what to say, this was so much to take in.

Santi looked over both Y/N and Harry. They were both extremely attractive, he loved that Y/N was a little nervous around him and at first he thought it was an act, but she was just that affected by him. It made him curious about her persona in bed; she seemed the type to give in and be pliant to a more dominant partner. Harry looked like a statue he'd seen in Italy, he was carved to perfection. Especially seeing him in yoga made him more attracted to him. He was confident and friendly and so clearly a protector, as he held Y/N to reassure her. He wanted a taste of each of them and he wasn't sure if he should pursue it or not. He also wondered if they had ever slept together, they were awfully close. But if they had slept together they probably would've been more jealous or attached to each other. Santi wanted to tread lightly because he didn't want to come between such an obviously functional arrangement.

"This is crazy and impressive..." Y/N finally said and Santi chuckled. She leaned in closer to Harry when he squeezed her hip again.

"It took some time to collect everything, but ummm, yeah this is my...workspace." he said timidly. They headed back to his living room and Y/N had tons of questions about how he went about this. Did he do private things, how often did he collaborate with others. It made Harry a bit nervous that she seemed to interested in this. 

Eventually they changed the topic and chatted about more normal things and after about another hour Y/N and Harry were getting ready to go and he was walking them over to the door.

"Thanks for having us, everything was great." Harry said as he hugged Sant goodbye.

"Thank you for coming." he assured and then went to hug Y/N.

"Next time you come to ours, OK?" Y/N smiled as she hugged him and he chuckled.

"I'd love that." he assured and they started walking away, "Ummm, Y/N!" He called after her and she looked to Harry who just signaled with his head for her to go back over and he just waved before heading into their apartment.

"Yeah?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"As you probably know, Harry and I have been spending a lot of time getting to know each other from yoga and the coffee shop and I haven't really had the chance of getting to know you like that. It seems like you avoid me sometimes, have I done something to put you off or?" he asked.

"Oh no, not at all! Harry's definitely the more social one of us two is what it is." she fibbed and he chuckled.

"Well, I was wondering, if you're not busy tomorrow, if you wanted to go have dinner. Just us." he said and Y/N frowned a bit.

"Oh, I do have plans tomorrow. How about I let you know when I'm next available?" she asked and he smiled.

"Yes, that sounds perfect." he assured and she smiled, "Let me give you my number." he said and she handed over her phone, "I mean, you could also ask Harry for it, but now you have it from me." he said as he typed it in and then handed back the phone.

"I will let you know, OK?" She smiled and he nodded.

"Ummm, I'm sure you hear this a lot, but you're very beautiful and sweet and I'm just curious about you." he explained, "But I mean, I also like Harry, he's very attractive and kind and friendly, he's been such a great friend. I just hope that you both see that I am not trying to complicate your dynamic, I just want to get to know each of you better."

"I understand, thank you for explaining that. Between us, Harry is a little jealous over his friends and even his romantic partners, so I also don't want to make him feel like I'm trying to come between the friendship and routine you have together. I realize it's platonic, but I just don't want him to think that he's competing for something." she explained.

"Oh OK, thank you for explaining that too. I would hate to do something to offend and upset him. He is very special to me as well." Santi assured and Y/N smiled.

"Lovely, well glad we're on the same page with that. Thank you again for breakfast and everything else." she grinned and he chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. Have a good day."

"You too, Santi. Thanks again!" she said and headed back to her apartment. As soon as she closed the door she knew Harry would be moping around in his room, so she headed there directly and sure enough, there he was, jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone.

"Hey." she spoke gently and he spared her a glance before looking back to his phone and she smiled. "I'm gonna lay next to you, OK?" she warned and he said nothing. "Are you gonna hear me out or just assume I broke my promise so that I could have a chance at getting demolished on that sex swing?" she asked and that made him turn to her and scoff and she giggled.

"What did he want?"

"He just thought I was mad at him because I kind of avoid him and he wanted to know if I would be interested in having dinner with him tomorrow - just as friends though. I told him I have plans tomorrow and can't but that I'd let him know."

"Well if you say no he'll think that you are mad at him or something." Harry said and she hummed in agreement. Harry wasn't jealous of Y/N, he was jealous over her now. Why was Santi so interested in getting to know her? Was he going to take her from him?

"Yeah, but what we have going matters more to me. We're the ones that live together." she reminded.

"I don't want to be like this. Like it shouldn't matter that you are friends with him, I'm just being ridiculous." he said and she smiled.

"Just a little bit." she agreed and he smiled down at his hands.

"I mean, I do trust you. And I saw how elusive you were being over breakfast, disarming his flirtations." Harry said and she smiled.

"Yeah, of course. I promised I would!" she said and Harry smiled.

"You're literally the best person I know." He said and she rolled her eyes, "Seriously though. And I think I need to be more like you and step 1 of that is telling you that you should hang out with Santi one-on-one."

"You sure?" she asked and he nodded, "OK, but I'll make it like Wednesday or Thursday, it's not even remotely confused as a date if it's on a weekday." she said to Harry.

"I don't think the day matters, but thanks for the effort." he said and she giggled before cuddling into his side.

"H, for the millionth time, you don't need to get jealous for anything. You're the whole fucking package and completely irreplaceable. I know that and I'm sure Santi does too." she said and he sighed.

"It's not that I'm insecure. It's more the concern that I'll lose you or him to each other. You're my best friend. You mean everything to me and you've gotten to know me so well. You're too kind and patient with me, love. I wouldn't get that anywhere else, people would get fed up with me and drop me after witnessing all my antics." he said and she giggled.

"You are quite the handful, but I don't mind it one bit. You mean everything to me too." she assured and he then placed a kiss on her head and hugged her close.

“Should we watch What We Do in the Shadows or Ted Lasso?” He asked lowly.

“I already told you that we’ll only re-watch Ted Lasso when you grow a mustache again.” and he chuckled.

“You really liked it that much, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. Mustache you was another breed of you. You were a lot more cocky too, it was hot.” She mused and he pulled away from her to look at her better.

“So I’m not hot without the mustache?” He asked in slight offense.

“You certainly are! But it was different. It’s like I was living with someone else for a time! It was exciting! Also to be fair we were shut in, so maybe I’m remembering it a lot more fondly than it actually was.” She hummed, squinting her eyes as if that would help her memory.

“No, I think your recollection of it is about right. You were enjoying yourself far too much.” He teased and she giggled. Yeah, he had been going down on her a lot during that time. It was amazing.

Eventually they settled on a completely different show and just lazed around until Harry had to go to a client’s tutoring session. Y/N was looking at her nannying apps to see if anyone was looking for some help and she saw that someone urgently needed dog sitting for the next night in Brentwood - that’s where a lot of famous people lived so she knew the compensation would be good if she built a loyal customer out of them. So she responded to their posting and now had an alibi for declining Santi's dinner invitation but then proposed the day after - a Wednesday and he promptly agreed.

********

Y/N did feel a bit nervous about going to dinner with Santi. Sure, he said he had no ulterior motives apart from getting to know her better, but she didn't know him all that well and for all she knew he could be lying to her. There really was only one way to find out. Harry was working tonight, one of his client's parents was throwing a little "study party" for their son's math midterm and Harry was getting paid a pretty penny to help and review Algebra concepts with seven 9th graders, so he wasn't around for moral support, but she did let him know when she headed out.

Naturally, Santi & Y/N carpooled to dinner. He had taken her to a nice little Mexican place called La Cha Cha Cha, a lovely little rooftop restaurant in the L.A. Arts District. They did have a lovely time and even had a couple of drinks as they chatted. Time really escaped them and it was already nearing 8pm when they ended up ordering a dessert to share because they were too full to order individual ones and they both wanted the same thing, so as the server came by and placed the plate between them Y/N spoke up.

"Excuse me, can I place an order to go, please?"

"Yeah, of course!" the young man said and she soon ordered the  mushroom tacos and a side of guacamole for Harry (it had to be for him, it was the only vegetarian dish on the menu) and the young man promised to have it ready in about 15 minutes for her and she thanked him. 

The entire time this unfolded before him, Santi just took it in. She hadn't even asked Harry if he wanted anything, if he recalls correctly - she had never pulled out her phone and he knew that Harry had been gone since about 4:30 that afternoon, she had told him in the car and well, their dinner location was a surprise. She at least had to have feelings for him as more than a friend.

"You're very considerate, you know?" he said and she looked confused, "Ordering dinner for Harry." he said.

"How do you know it's not for me? You know, in case I get hungry later?" she asked and he just gave her a disbelieving look and she giggled.

"Harry told me that there's nothing going on between you. That's you're just friends." he said factually and tried to read her face. Wanted to see if she looked sad or offended or confused, but her expression was unwavering, "You're really not in a relationship?" he asked and she giggled.

"No, we're really not!" she assured, "Is it really so hard to believe that?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Sometimes." he smiled.

"Sometimes? What gives that vibe?" she asked.

"You're very close. And I mean when you were over for breakfast and I showed you both my...room..." he said, "He was holding you, like he wanted to make sure you were OK. And well, he talks about you a lot and he thinks you're beautiful." he said and Y/N smiled.

"He fucking better." she said and Santi smiled, "I mean, I think he's beautiful too. And well, we've been friends a long time and roommates for many years, we just get along really well and we take care of each other. We think about each other and how to keep each other happy because we live together and it's important to do that. To keep each other happy." she explained with a smile.

"Well, that is true." he chuckled. Harry's food was soon dropped off and the drive back was filled with chatter. 

Santi and Y/N had a lot in common and he was easy and fun to talk to. They had a lot of chemistry and he found it exciting that she wasn't actually all that shy or nervous. It seemed that at first she had been holding back. When they finally got into the parking garage at their building he let her out of the car and as she hopped down and they made some small talk as they rode up to their floor. Then, they hugged goodbye and she made her way inside seeing the TV in the living room on and she saw Harry immediately shoot up from the couch and she gasped.

"Jesus." she exclaimed as she slipped her shoes off and headed over to the living room. 

"Took you fucking long enough." he mumbled as she set the food bag she'd brought for him over.

"I brought you some tacos." she said and he reached for the food bag and started unpacking it.

"Thanks. What took so long?" he asked.

"We just had a lot to talk about.” she said looking down at him.

“So he likes you... he's always asking about you." he mumbled and she sighed. “I mean, if he likes you and you like him then maybe you should just...go out or something." he mumbled as he unpacked his food.

“Oh c’mon H, don’t be like that. If you like him just make you move! The worst thing that can happen is he says he’s not into you. But I think he is.” She said with a smile.

“Fine…” he said before he started to eat.

******

It had been a day like any other, except today Harry and Santi had forgone yoga for a swim at the gym Harry attended. They had plans to all have breakfast together at Harry and Y/N’s place, so once they finished up their swim and had a quick shower at they gym they headed back to their complex. When they arrived, Harry was expecting Y/N to be in and have started on breakfast but she was gone and there was a note on their little whiteboard fridge that she had been called to substitute last minute. She had left out all the ingredients for the pancakes though, which was sweet of her.

“Well, looks like it’s just going to be us. Y/N got called in to teach.” He said to Santi.

“Aw, well there will be a next time.” He said, “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked.

“Yeah, can you cut up the fruit she left in the strainer please? I can get started on the pancakes.” Harry said and soon they were both working in the kitchen as they talked and laughed a bit. Harry was feeling a little bit nervous because he wanted to make his move on Santi. He was super attracted to him and he had enjoyed getting to know him so far, he hadn’t gone as far as thinking about dating or a relationship, but he was definitely interested in hooking up with him. As they talked and ate they had exchanged some pretty intense eye contact and the tension was nearly palpable. And now Santi was leaving and Harry had not mustered the courage to make any move.

Santi had been waiting for Harry to do something, he seemed to be burning up inside. Maybe he had the dynamics all wrong, it appeared that she shy one was Harry. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed with Y/N around and now that he thought of it, usually she was the one encouraging him to speak his mind and spinning the conversation back towards him. So maybe he should be the one to just bite the bullet. Harry was walking him over to the front door, chuckling as he told him a story about how he and Y/N’s dramatic conversation ended up in an Overheard: LA post. Santi chuckled along as Harry showed him the post and then he put away his phone as their laughter died down.

“Well, thank you for having me over. I always have a good time with you.” Santi said and Harry’s cheeks went pink at the compliment.

“Me too.” Harry assured with a smile as his eyes locked on Santi’s before they flickered down to his lips for just a moment. It was adorable, how nervous Harry was and so Santi grabbed his chin and leaned in, it didn’t even take Harry a second to close the gap as their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss before they pulled back and Harry was feeling over the moon, a big giddy smile adorned his handsome face and Santi chuckled into the little space between them.

“Sorry, but you were taking too long to just do it.” He said softly and Harry chuckled nervously.

“I know, I just get a little nervous to make a move.” He confessed and Santi smiled.

“Well, it’s good to know that.” Santi said and Harry hummed, letting his nose skim along Santi’s, silently asking for more, which made him smirk as he leaned in just a little more and before Harry could fully close the gap he reared back and Harry huffed, his pretty green eyes looking into Santi’s big, light brown eyes.

“Please?” Harry asked softly and this seemed to light Santi’s fire because next thing they were falling back into Harry and Y/N’s apartment, their weight against the front door caused it to shut loudly and they didn’t even bother with locking it as Harry pulled Santi along to his room. Harry tore off his shirt and then Santi’s before they stumbled onto the bed, hips grinding against each others as their lips met with urgency. 

Harry’s entire body tingled in anticipation as Santi’s lips traveled down his jaw as his hand smoothed down his abs and finally, his fingers lingered and teased at the ruched band of his shorts. His chest was rising and falling markedly as he felt his fingertips slightly dipping under the material. He felt like he was being tortured as they kissed and his teasing actions were making him lose his cool. He slightly bucked his hips up and he felt Santi’s lips quirk up in a grin against his own mouth.

“So needy.” He whispered and Harry pouted a bit, “That’s alright though, I can take good care of you.” Santi mumbled before fully reaching into Harry’s shorts and he was in direct contact with his leaking tip and he chuckled, “No underwear? You’re kind of a whore, aren’t you?” And Harry just nodded as his eyes stayed glued on Santi’s as he wrapped his fist around his cock, nice and tight, and he gently tugged making Harry’s legs fall wider and moan breathily at the just-right, tight grip encasing his erection. He had been waiting for this for so long and it was feeling just as amazing as he’d imagined. Santi did a little bit of a twisting motion with his wrist and he watched as Harry’s mouth fell open with a moan.

“Oh fuck…” he panted out and Santi grinned, feeling a little envious of the pleasure he was giving.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked and Harry quickly shook his head and in moments his own shorts were tugged down below his bum and Harry groaned at the sight of his own hard and leaky cock, he wanted to get it in his mouth, he immediately reached for it and Santi shook his head, “I’ll do it.” He said and Harry looked at him with some confusion and then Santi straddled Harry’s lap, his cock skimmed against Harry’s now that he was directly over him and Harry watched with lidded as Santi reached forward with his big hand and wrapped both his cock and Harry’s in it, stroking them together at the same time, their sensitive tips were rubbing together and they both let out deep moans at the friction. Harry couldn’t help it as his hips bucked up into Santi’s grip, “Do you have lube?” He panted and Harry nodded and Santi allowed him to roll over towards his bedside table and he pulled out a little bottle and tossed it to Santi who quickly squirted some into his hand and lathered it over his cock as Harry settled back into position and then he reached for Harry again, he was so responsive and sensitive, he grinned as he stroked at him faster, the precum slowly dribbled out of his tip and Harry’s chest was splotched all pink as he arched his back up towards him. Harry’s tummy started fluttering as the strokes at his length built his pleasure higher and higher.

“Oh shit!” He whispered and Santi grinned down at him, “Fuck I’m gonna come!” Harry warned, thrusting up into his fist, but as soon as he said the words Santi’s pace started slowing down and Harry huffed.

“Not yet.” He panted and then encased their now lubed up penises together in his fist again. He started stroking again and Santi thrust into his fist with a groan, “Fuck, you’re quite big.” He said and Harry moaned at that, “Feels good, right? Having my big dick rubbing against yours?” He panted and Harry nodded frantically, his chest heaving, “Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you.” He groaned and Harry moaned again, his head rolled to the side and looked at the empty side of the bed, for some reason he expected to see Y/N there and he bit his lip as his eyes shut tight. God, she would love this, if she could just be here and sit on his face things would be that much more perfect. Santi’s movements started to get more intense and Harry’s body tensed up in response, his fingers dug into Santi’s thighs as his high approached, making his breath catch in his throat as he moaned out.

“Fuck me…” he groaned and Santi chucked breathily.

“Are you going to come?” He asked and Harry’s brows creased as he watched their cocks rubbing together, both of them thrusting into Santi’s hand, “Hmmm?” He asked and Harry nodded, “Good, come on then.” He encouraged lowly and Harry didn’t need to be told again, he felt his balls tighten up and start to pulse as the first spurt of his cum shot out against the butterfly inked into his stomach and he let out a drawn out moan, starting to get overstimulated as Santi kept jerking them off simultaneously, “Oh my god!” He groaned and immediately his own orgasm washed over him, and as he had said before, his come dripped all over Harry, mixing with his own on his stomach. His strokes slowly down gradually until they were both panting as he removed his hand and chuckled lightly.

“Fuck…” Harry sighed with a dopey grin.

“Was that enough for now?” He asked him and Harry nodded, “Good.” Santi hummed and Harry pressed himself up on his elbows as their lips met in a slow kiss. Santi got his shorts on and went to the bathroom to grab a wipe to clean Harry off and soon they were just staring at the ceiling. Harry had a question that he had been meaning to ask Santi and so he just decided to ask it.

“Hey, so I had a question for you.”

“Yeah, what is it?” Santi asked as he turned to Harry and he sighed.

“Well, you always bring up Y/N when we talk and hang out. Are you also interested in her?” He asked and Santi smiled.

“I mean yeah, she’s really beautiful too.” He said to Harry and he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s great.” He agreed with a smile.

“I wouldn’t hook up with her though, especially if it’s going to complicate things with you guys. I think you guys have something really good going for you and I wouldn’t want to cause trouble there.” He said and Harry bit his lip for a moment.

“But you’re interested in hooking up with her.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Well…I mean, yes. I’m attracted to her.” He said.

“I don’t know if Y/N has told you, but we have hooked up, so it’s not like we don’t understand that we can see other people.” Harry said.

“This is a little different though, just because she can share it doesn’t mean you can. She’s told me you’re quite jealous.” Santi chuckled and Harry sighed and shrugged.

“It is my cross to bear.” He confirmed with a chuckle, “But we’re not together and if you’re into her…I mean.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Maybe, who knows. I mean, I also want to be honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Also, I’m polyamorous so, lots of people don’t really like that, you strike me as one of them.” He teased and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s certainly not for me, but ummm, I’m also not looking for anything serious.” He assured him, “I’m just a little possessive, maybe selfish is a better word for it.” He admitted and Santi hummed in understanding.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes in your sex life you crave what you don’t get in all of the other areas of your life. So maybe you feel like you’re always taking care of others and giving a lot of yourself so in this area of your life you want to be the center of attention?” He suggested and Harry hummed.

“Yeah actually, that’s quite accurate.” He expressed.

“I mean, for example with Y/N. From what I see she takes care of you, but you also take care of her, so how does that translate to your more intimate moments?” He asked and Harry cleared his throat.

“It varies to be quite honest, I think she likes to hook up when she’s too lazy to put in effort elsewhere. Or like if I’m craving something a little more meaningful and intimate then I tend to go to her because I trust her and I know she cares about me.” He explained.

“So you think she just fucks you out of convenience?” Santi chuckled and Harry shrugged.

“I mean, it feels that way to me at least.” He expressed and that’s when Santi knew that Harry liked Y/N more than he probably even realized, “But I get it, she’s quite selective and if you ever experience anything with her you’d understand why. She has a few reliable options that she rotates between.” He said and Santi hummed in understanding. 

“I see. Well again, if it bugs you I won’t try anything with her, OK?” He assured and Harry shook his head.

“It’s cool, Santi, it really doesn’t bother me, especially now that we’ve talked about it. My biggest concern would be losing everything we have, the sex is whatever. She’s the whole fucking package so I’m already mentally prepared to just not have access to her at all one day.” He chuckled and Santi shook his head as he laughed.

“You’re such a pessimist.”

“Hey, just preparing for the worst.” He said and Santi laughed.

“Losing Y/N would be the worst scenario for you?”

“Oh for sure.” Harry answered easily and again, Santi grinned to himself but didn’t say anything else as Harry went to turn on the TV. It seemed that he had buried his feelings for her so deep that he hadn’t even realized what he had just said.

************

Y/N had called Harry when she had wrapped up for the day to see if he had made dinner, but he said no and then told her that Santi was over. So she picked up some sushi for dinner, per Harry’s request and as soon as she arrived they rushed out to eat. They hung out for a bit longer before Y/N said her goodbyes and went to shower. It had been a long day and she had been informed at the end of the school day that she would be needed for a whole week, so she needed her rest, dealing with kids all day was rather exhausting. When she headed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe and a towel turban on her head Harry chuckled and she rolled her eyes, she went for her drawers to grab afresh pajama set, if there was one thing about Y/N it was her need for a matching pajama set, it just made her feel better as she settled into her sheets at night.

“I really like the the pink one you’ve got.” He said to her as she picked up a blue set and then smiled when she put it down and exchanged it for the one he was talking about. 

“Gonna do a face mask if you want to join me?” She said.

“Yeah, which one?”

“That catastrophe somethin’ one you like from Lush.” She said as she stepped back into the bathroom.

“Oh yeah, count me in!” He called out and then went to turn on her TV, putting on Friends for some background noise. After a few minutes she came back out, fully dressed and with her hair up in a clip and the misty blue colored mask on her face. She had a smaller clip in her hands and the mask container. Harry sat up against her head board and she climbed onto his lap quietly and smiled at him as he bowed his head to let her sweep up the longer pieces of his hair and secure them to the crown of his head with a claw clip, “Thanks.” He hummed.

“Yeah.” She responded quietly as he straightened up and she dipped three fingers into the mask and smeared the cool material on his left cheek before starting to spread it.

“Hooked up with Santi today.” He said and her eyebrows shot up as she smiled.

“Really?! Finally!” She giggled and he chuckled.

“I mean, he made the move. I kind of pussied out.” He admitted and she rolled her eyes.

“Was it good at least?” She asked him as she focused on getting the mask around his eyebrows.

“Yeah, it was really good. We didn’t have sex though.” He said with a smile, recalling all of the details, “For a second there I like looked over to the empty side of the bed and I don’t know, just felt like you were there.” He said and she giggled.

“Threesome, huh? Don’t think you’d be keen on that.” She said as she then smeared the mask on his right cheek and worked her way up.

“I’ve done it before.”

“With randos, not your friends.” She pointed out and he hummed in agreement.

“Well, I asked if he was interested in you and well, he is, obviously. But you guys can hook up if you want.” He said, eyes closed as Y/N finished smoothing the mask over his nose and then over his upper lip to finish up his face.

“There.” She said, disregarding his statement.

“I’m serious. I think I was just nervous of how that would impact our friendship, that you would replace me or something. But I mean, I trust you and I also trust him. He understands that we need to keep our relationship solid, so I know he wouldn’t do anything to come between us.” He said to Y/N.

“Well that’s good, but I won’t go out of my way to do it. If an opportunity presents mmmm, maybe, but I’m not really all that interested anymore.” She explained, “Just got it into my head that he was off limits, I guess.”

“Because I asked you to?”

“Well yeah, H. We’ve been over this.” She said to him, “It’s not a problem though.”

“Well now I feel like a dick.” He said and she giggled.

“Why?”

“Because you liked him too.”

“Oh my god, it’s not that serious, H. I thought he was hot at first sight. He’s cool, but it’s not like I like like him.” She assured him. “Besides, the more I think about it the more I come to terms with the fact that I’m kind of over hooking up with people.” She confessed.

“Really? What made you think that?” He asked.

“I realized that I use hooking up as a distraction. Because it allows me to remain stagnant as a person and isolated emotionally. I don’t have to look at my flaws or fears or concerns when it comes to emotional intimacy because it doesn’t matter, it never goes that deep. And I mean, physically I don’t really enjoy it as much as I used to, even with my regulars. Like it’s just so predictable and it does nothing to challenge me as a person. Like there’s nothing to work towards.” She said and he frowned.

“Oh wow, that’s… a lot.” He said and she nodded.

“And I don’t mean you, by the way. Our situation is different.” She said and he smiled a bit at that, “You certainly challenge me as a person.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?” He asked.

“Every day I have to talk myself down from wanting to kill you, helps me work on my patience.” She said and he scoffed.

“I am a god damned dream and you know it.”

“More like a nightmare!” She teased and he pinched her side which made her giggle, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, “Ya’ know I love you.” She said with a smile.

“Sure you do.” He looked down at her thighs.

“I really do, H. It’s nice to love someone who loves you back.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, I do love you, deep, deep down.” He grinned and she smiled.

“That’s fine, as long as it’s somewhere in there.” She assured him and he chuckled, “So with Santi…what’re you hoping to get out of it?” She asked and he sighed.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know that I’m not looking for something super serious, but he did mention that he’s polyamorous and even he was like I know that would never fly for you.” Harry said and Y/N giggled.

“He got that right!”

“You’d be OK with that?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No way, either you commit to a person or you don’t. I think it is possible to love more than one person at a time, but you always love one person more and that’s not fair to the others, not if they’re loving you fully and you’re loving them like 30%. Sounds like a lot of work too.” She said and he chuckled as he rested his hands over her thighs.

“Yeah, actually…” he mused and she smiled at him as she just took him in for a moment, he was so handsome. Flaws and all, Harry was a wonderful man and she was so glad that they were able to have this kind of relationship with each other. They complimented each other well.

“What?” He asked her and she smiled as she shook her head.

“Nothing, just looking at you and thinking about how lucky I got to meet you.” She said simply and he felt his heart skip a beat in the confines of his chest.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N. Give me more credit than I deserve.” He spoke softly as his thumbs caressed her thighs, back and forth in soothing motions and she tutted, dismissing his little self-deprecating moment.

“Did you come get in bed just because you wanted to talk about Santi or were you planning on having a sleepover with me?” She asked him.

“Both, obviously.” He said lowly.

“OK, just don’t sleep talk, s’very creepy.”

“That was one time.”

“It’s all the time, H.” She said flatly and he laughed. 

Eventually they rinsed off their masks and Y/N went to blow dry her hair a bit as Harry laid there, waiting for her to join him. Finally she had switched off her ensuite lights and was walking through the dark room, the only light was that of the TV mounted over her dresser. As soon as she settled in Harry backed up into her chest and she smiled. Sometimes he was in super snuggly moods like this and she just let him cozy up to her as he mumbled a request for her to play with his hair, she never said no to him. 

Y/N thought that he had fallen asleep, but Harry suddenly turned and hovered over her before he leaned in, breathing heavy and loud as their faces hovered closely to each other before he just connect his lips to hers in a slow and tentative kiss that kind of took her by surprise, but she easily gave in to his kiss. Harry rolled his hips down against her and she parted her lips as she breathed in a sharp breath before reaching between them, tugging away her pajama shorts and he panted as she also helped push his down until they were tangling tongues and drinking in each others moans as they toed off the clothing off of the bottom halves of their legs. He ground himself against her pussy again, his already leaking cock helped ease the glide as she grew wet for him. Her body’s response to his was so quick, he loved it. She bucked up against him, hungry for more but he lowered himself even more against her and he kissed her again with much more confidence than before, the sounds of their lips softly smacking together and their heavy and slow breaths were mixed in with the Friends episode droning on in the background. He pulled back from the kiss and she followed, searching for his lips and he smiled as he drew slightly further, teasing her until she huffed and he leaned in again, his lips skimmed against her own in feathery swipes.

“Wanna go slow?” He whispered his question against her lips. His question made her body start to buzz slightly. His request processing and eliciting a physical reaction from her, so instead of answering she draped her arm around his neck and craned her neck to capture his lips in another languid kiss, communicating to him that yes, she did want to go slow. He panted as she parted her legs, allowing his erection to slip lower and prod at her entrance, making him swallow thickly.

“Please, get inside of me.” She whispered and he nodded and gently pushed into her and they both gasped, but he kept going and in one slow thrust he had fully settled into her slick and hot pussy. They exhaled shakily as he rolled his hips into hers, not pulling out too much, but really grinding and humping his hips into hers to stimulate her g-spot and got was it working, she was trembling beneath him.

“Is this OK?” He asked her and she nodded before whispering her confirmation, “Good, wanna make it feel good for you.” He hummed before going a little faster and a painfully erotic cry slipped out of her throat as he pushed down against her lower stomach.

“O-oh f-fuck!” She sobbed softly as the tip of his cock kissed at her g-spot deliciously, it was making her toes curl. His hand slid down from her tummy and to her clit where he started to gently rub circular figures against her swollen little bud. A delicious tickle started to spread through her body at this combination of actions.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He panted, “Look so good under me.” He mumbled and she whined out his name as all of the feelings in her body started to morph into pleasure and started flowing through her veins. It was making all of the little hairs on her body stand and her toes start to curl.

“Oh H, you’re gonna make me come!” She gasped and he moaned before kissing her lips.

“Already?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, you feel so good like this!” She panted and he groaned as he picked up his pace, the wet and smacking noises of their bodies meeting was growing louder.

“Hear how wet you get for me. Fucking love it.” He growled against her jaw before kissing down to her neck and sucking against the hinge of her jaw.

“I’m right there! Oh my god!” She whimpered as her body tensed and her legs trembled around his thighs as he sighed.

“Yeah, give it to me, baby.” He panted against her neck as her back arched, the fire in her belly started to spread and consume her entire being.

“Ohm don’t stop, H! Don’t stop!” She sobbed and he fucked into her faster, right where she liked it until she froze for a second and her walls suffocated his cock before they started to pulse around him and her broken cries took over the silence as all of those beautiful and euphoric feelings circulated through her body, nails digging into his bum, pushing him deeper into her until his movements were stuttering.

“Gonna come inside you, OK?” He stuttered and she nodded through teary eyes, there was so much happening inside of her. She whimpered as he grunted in time with his thrusts which soon fell out of rhythm as he chased his own high and finally he gasped as he started to spill everything he had into her quietly. His entire body was covered in goosebumps as he continued thrusting through the sensitivity until her velvety and warm walls had taken every last drop of his cum. 

Instead of pulling out of her their lips smeared together in a frantic and sloppy kiss. She hugged him against her chest and stared at she ceiling as she did her best to catch her breath, occasionally kissing at the top of his head. The only sounds in the room came from their ragged breaths and the low volume of the audience laughter from the TV, still playing Friends. This was different than any other time they had sex and neither of them wanted to say anything about it. After about ten minutes of just being together in the silence Y/N gently rubbed at Harry’s shoulder and he looked up at her.

“Need to go clean up.” She said.

“I can do it.” He groaned and rolled off of her.

“It’s cool, I have to go to the bathroom.” She said and he let her get up and go. He laid there in her residual warmth trying to come up with a reason for why he had just made love to her like that. He wasn’t sure, but after a few moments she was back and lifting the comforter from the bottom end and pulling out her shorts and his, she tossed his over to him which he shimmied on beneath he covers as she slipped hers on before getting back into the bed and cuddling into her pillows. Harry felt his heart sink as she hugged a pillow into her chest and faced away from him, but before he could get too into his head about why he felt that way she blindly extended her right arm back in his direction.

“Where’d you go?” She mumbled sleepily and he smiled and cuddled up into her back, spooning her before draping his arm over her hips and pulling her bum flush to his front.

“M’right here.” He whispered into her neck.

*********

It’d been almost a month since their first hook up and Santi and Harry were with each other almost all the time, she would see them in passing and all, but not really to hang out more than a meal or a quick errand. Often times Y/N would come home after work and he’d already be at Santi’s place, there were also nights in which he wouldn’t return until the wee hours of the morning for a shower and then head off to work or to whatever he had going on that day. Y/N thought it was amusing how the very thing Harry feared was the very thing he inflicted on others. 

Y/N wasn’t bothered by this though; in fact she was a bit grateful for his disappearance because after that night they had sex she was left with a feeling that she so desperately wanted to shake. She didn’t want to want Harry and she didn’t want Harry to want her, at least not in the way that was implied by his actions that night. Letting him in that way was scary, it’s not like he didn’t know her ins and outs, but he had not experienced her as a significant other and honestly, she had such bad luck with relationships that she didn’t want to risk it with him ever. He mattered too much and the realization of that is what made her glad that he had in a sense disappeared from her side until further notice. She had got got home from work and was washing her lunch container when the front door flew open and Santi and Harry came in and she smiled at them.

“Hey guys! It’s been a while!” She said happily and Santi came up and hugged her tight from behind.

“Yes, it has! How have you been?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Good, just hanging out here, working a lot.” She shared as he released her and went for the fridge as if he were in his own home, it was nice to see people so comfortable in her space.

“I mean, that’s not a bad thing, right?” He asked as he grabbed a water bottle and Harry came into the kitchen and she shook her head.

“Nah, keeps me busy.” She assured and then Harry walked up and planted a kiss on her cheek from behind before also heading to the fridge and also grabbed some water.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Santi asked her as he moved out of Harry’s way.

“Nope. Just gonna get ready for bed and watch TV, the usual.” She said.

“You’ve become really boring without me.” Harry said and she giggled.

“Doing nothing together is not necessarily exciting either.” She said and he chuckled.

“Sorry for stealing him away, by the way.” Santi chuckled and she shrugged with a grin.

“Hey, don’t be sorry, dude! I completely understand!” She assured through some laugher and Santi knocked his head back as he chuckled. Harry was magnetic and beautiful and he just drew people in, in an unbelievable way. Harry couldn’t help but let his ego flare up a bit as Y/N and Santi talked about his magnetic and alluring qualities.

“Well what’ve you been doing with your free time then?” Santi asked as Harry closed the fridge after not finding something to his liking and leaning back against it to listen.

“Literally, just hanging out at home.” She giggled.

“You have the house to yourself and haven’t had any company?” He asked in shock and she shook her head.

“No, I’ve really been enjoying the peace and quiet. And I mean, yeah sometimes I am very tempted to call in some assistance, but s’nothing I can’t handle on my own.” She assured Santi and he chuckled, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

“We were just gonna hang out here or at mine.” He explained and Harry hummed along in agreement.

“Oh, OK. We can watch a movie or something?” She suggested and they both agreed, “Santi can choose since he’s the guest.” She glanced to Harry.

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry mumbled as they all laughed a bit. Santi was picking out the movie while Harry opened up a bottle wine and Y/N quickly went to get dressed down for bed. She was half undressed and folder over the counter as she rinse the face wash from her face.

“Hey, we’re just waiting for you.” Harry said softly and she peeked an eye open and glanced at his reflection through the mirror as he leaned against the door frame, not bothering to hide the way he was looking at her body in her bra and thong and she just ignored it.

“Just start without me.” She said as she reached for her face towel and he sighed, “I’m serious it’s cool, I’ll be out in a sec.” She said, voice muffled through the fluffy material. Harry looked at her body again, it’d been a while since he’d had a proper good look at her and it was doing things to his tummy. He had sort of freaked out over how their last hook up went and just threw himself into the friends-with-benefits thing with Santi, it was easy to because he’s attracted to him, but Y/N has just been there for so long, it’s different. And seeing her like this, in front of him, he started to crave her body and her kiss. He reached out to her hip and she pulled the towel away from her face.

“Missed you.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” She responded before turning around and reaching for her toner. Harry made no movement to suggest he was leaving, instead he closed the toilet lid and sat there and watched as she then moved on to her moisturizer. She was so pretty, “What’re you sitting here staring at me for?” She giggled as she then grabbed her eye cream and he reached for her, finger barely looping into the seam of her thong and tugging, making her her walk over to him to avoid it from sliding away from its intended position, “Let go!” She chuckled as she now stood before him.

“Mm-mmm.” He declined, his pretty green eyes peering up at her and and she sighed.

“C’mon, H. Let me finish this so we can watch the movie.” She insisted as she put down the little container of eye cream and patted at the top of his head. He then just wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled his face against her stomach before kissing her there, she was so smooth and soft, whereas Santi was hairier and taut from his strict exercise regimen. He pressed his kissed over the valley of her breasts and sighed as he looked up at her, “That’s not working on me, H. C’mon, move it on out of here.” She said and he frowned as he let go of her and she went back to finish dotting her eye cream on and was about to leave the bathroom when he stood and pulled her into him.

“Kiss me?” He asked her quietly.

“No! Your friends with benefits is just down the hall, H. C’mon.” She insisted and he huffed and stepped into the bedroom. Her pajamas were always folded neatly behind her pillow, so she headed over to her bed. The light from the bathroom poured sufficient light into the bedroom and he watched again from his spot on the door frame as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and that was the last straw. He hurried over to her smoothed his hands from behind her over her breasts and she inhaled deeply as his big hands squeezed them in his hands before his thumbs smoothed over her already peaked nipples. He pressed his body closer into hers and she could feel just how hard he was against her ass, “Harry,”

“Yeah, baby?” He asked quietly, lips skimming against her ear and her mouth dropped open as he nibbled at her earlobe, pleasurable little tingles shot through her body and straight to her core, “Feels good?” He asked with a smile and she nodded and whined out quietly as he pinched at her sensitive nipples, “Can I suck on them?” He asked her and she sighed.

“Harry, we need to get out there. Santi is waiting and-”

“Just a little bit, I’ll tell him I was helping you with something or whatever. Please.” He whispered hotly, rutting his hardened cock against the swell of her ass before slowly starting to turn her towards him as his lips sponged all over her throat before he sat on the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs and she bit her lip, “Please? Know you love how I suck on them for you.” He said quietly, he was quite good with his mouth. And before she could even give it another thought she was nodding and he enclosing her left nipple between his lips before opening up wider and sucking around her whole areola with more pressure. It made her moan and tangle her fingers in his hair as his hand played and tugged at the right one. Her fingers were running through his messy curls as her eyes grew heavy and hazy at the feeling of his lips and tongue working so well together to get her even more turned on than she was already. He soon moved to her right breast and she was about to urge him to hurry up when saw Santi peek his head in and his eyes widened when they met Y/N’s eyes, but he didn’t leave.

“H.” She said as she tugged on his hair a bit and he hummed, “Santi’s at the door.” She said softly and he pulled away from her.

“I don’t mind if he sticks around.” He spoke softly against her skin and she just smiled at him and signaled him to come in and he bit his lip as he started to walk in.

“Are you sure?” She whispered to Harry and he hummed before taking her into his mouth again.

“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Santi’s voice joined the mix and Y/N nodded with a smile and Harry drew back from her and glanced up at them both from the bed and she turned to Santi who looked her up and down for a moment, she was so gorgeous, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamed of getting to see her this way; of getting to have her and Harry at the same time, he’d thought of it plenty of times.

“You sure about this?” She asked Harry and Santi looked at him as well.

“Yeah, I trust you guys.” He said and with that Santi stepped closer to Y/N.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and she nodded and he swooped in right away with a grin as he kissed her urgently. Harry knew that Santi was very attracted to Y/N, but seeing it happen before him was something else, especially as his hands ran down her waist and to her bottom, groping at her and feeling the curves of her body. Harry felt left out and just as he was about to say something Y/N pulled their lips apart.

“How about we take care of him before he starts whining about not being the center of attention?” Y/N asked Santi who grinned against her lips and nodded.

“You take the lead.” He told her and she gave him one more quick kiss before she leaned down to briefly catch Harry’s lips with hers before she sunk down to her knees. He exhaled shakily as she undid his jeans and then he lifted his hips to let her pull them down his legs along with his briefs. His heart was pounding with excitement, she always gave the best head. And she had been right, while he had been in group situations a couple times before it was always with random people he didn’t know all that well, so glancing up and having his eyes meet Santi’s, a friend and lover of his as well, it all felt a little bit more intense. Especially as he then looked down at Y/N’s hand wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly.

Harry sighed quietly and in second Santi was joining Y/N on his knees and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of kisses and sucks against his inner thighs and then finally he felt the warmth of their breaths puffing against his pulsing cock before their tongues lapped up and down his length. He spared a look down at them and groaned as his fingers dug into the sheets. He watched as Santis mouth trailed up along his cock while Y/N sunk a bit lower, they seemed to be in a single consciousness because as soon as his lips closed around the tip of his cock she gently sucked one his balls into her mouth.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned softly. That wonderful and familiar burning in the deepest part of him was being wound up. Once of his hands found perch in Santi’s hair  as he bucked up into his mouth a bit more. Santi hollowed out his cheeks and increased the pressure of his sucks. Harry had an impressive size so Santi used his hand to stroke the bottom half of Harry’s length and really focused his mouth on the top half of him by using his tongue to get all of those sweet spot that were making his stomach flutter and his breathing hitch in his chest. Y/N pulled away to really let Santi do his best work and Harry’s heavy eyes blinked open upon her absence, but he was relieved that she climbed onto her bed and knelt beside him and kissed his cheek. He reached for one of her hands and intertwined their fingers, his grip tightening when things would get particularly delicious for him.

“Feels good?” She cooed softly against his ear.

“Yeah. Feels so good.” He panted and she smiled.

“Don’t be shy then, let’s hear it.” She encouraged him and he groaned, “Please. Like to hear it when things feel good for you.” She whispered and that made his stomach flutter and for a moan to leave his lips. Y/N grinned as she saw his abs tense up and the skin on his arms pimple with goosebumps, “Gonna come already?” She asked and he nodded.

“Shit, yeah! I’m close!” He warned through a moan.

“Hardly lasted at all, H.” She teased and he groaned, “Was kinda expecting a bit more from you.” She whispered just to him and his eyebrows furrowed, “Thought you were gonna wanna show me that you could please me more than him.” She said and he started feeling angry and jealous, “He seems eager to please.” Harry gasped, he was right on the edge and suddenly Santi pulled off of him and Harry whined as his orgasm slowly started to fade away from him as Santi started undressing.

Harry pouted and was still reeling when suddenly Santi was pushing Y/N away from Harry and down onto the bed and he kissed her languidly, her fingers were still intertwined with Harry’s and she squeezed them when Santi ground his crotch against hers. Harry looked at Santi’s hips rolling against Y/N’s and it made a weird feeling swirl in his chest; he called it jealousy because he didn’t know any better. It was more than that though, actually seeing her lips on someone else’s, seeing her get so lost in a kiss that she let him go and weaved her fingers into Santi’s hair instead, it made his chest hurt a little bit. Even more so when one of his hands slid up her waist, her ribs, and then palmed over her breast. She was so sensitive on her nipples and Harry was almost frowning as she whimpered out as Santi’s thumb traced over the perky little bud. Harry tore off his shirt and moved towards them.

“Make space.” Harry mumbled and Santi rolled off to her side, their lips still attached and Harry started to kiss at her stomach and down towards the seam of her thong. He let his tongue tease at her and then her fingers dug into his hair and he smiled as he went lower and tugged her thong up, letting the material bunch up between her slick folds. He licked at her labia before sucking a bit at each side before nuzzling his nose and mouth against her and groaning. She tasted so fucking good, he already liked going down on people, but he especially liked going down on her and in the same way, she was particular about who she let go down on her, he always made her come multiple times, so she never hesitated to let him do as he pleased with her body. Her hips bucked towards him, attempting to increase the friction that she so desperately wanted more of.

“Please, H!” She moaned against Santi’s mouth and that made him feel even more smug as he pushed her underwear aside kissed at her bare skin. Harry moaned as he immediately went towards her opening, wanting to taste her arousal straight form the source. Santi kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts and started sucking and kissing at those. He was much gentler than Harry was, but that allowed her to focus on the way Harry’s tongue was licking up her pussy, on a mission to get to her clit. The slight stubble around his mouth was providing another layer of feeling to her and then Santi bit down on her nipple and she cried out softly. Santi moved so that he could see Harry. Harry was looking like he was in heaven all on his own as he ate Y/N out. His eyes fluttered open and met Santi’s and he grinned before nipping at Y/N’s nipple again which made her moan and Harry grabbed her thighs and parted them further as he then went straight for her clit causing Y/N to choke on a moan and even Santi groaned as he watched the way Harry just lost himself in what he was doing. His head was moving side to side and the sounds that were being made were so sinful it made his cock throb. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling and Santi sucked harder at her chest and she started to tense up.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” Harry mumbled.

“Yes! Please don’t stop!” She gasped, tightening her grip on Harry’s hair until she inhaled sharply and she started to come undone. Her moans were so pretty and melodious. Even Harry moaned against her as if her pleasure was bringing him pleasure. Santi knew that they had slept together, but they seemed to be very in tune with each other and it was easy to become immersed in this moment with them. There was an added layer of familiarity and intimacy between Y/N and Harry and it was exciting to be a part of it. Santi kissed up Y/N’s chest and neck until their lips were meeting once again. 

“What should we do next, hmm?” He asked her quietly, here hazy eyes met his and she smiled as her hand reached down to where he was hard and ready to go. She palmed at the bulge in his pants and before things could get any further Harry was pulling Santi up to kneel and smashing his lips against his. He didn’t want to see her put her mouth on him, there’s be no going back. He knew how good she was and the idea of Santi needing her as badly as him didn’t sit well with him. She was his.

With him occupied up there with Harry Y/N undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which made him groan into Harry’s kiss as she got her mouth around him. His dick was about as long as Harry’s, if not a little bit more, but he was more slender, so it was easier to swallow him down further and he hissed as she bottomed out on him. His lips parted and he moaned into Harry’s mouth as he started to thrust into Y/N’s mouth. When Harry felt her hand slither up his thigh he angled his hips towards her a little more allowing her to start to stroke at his erection, her grip would tighten as she’d come up to the tip, making the most delicious feeling swirl in the pit of his stomach as she stimulated those sensitive nerves perfectly. She knew what he liked, so it was no surprise that she was working him up quickly, especially since he had been denied his first orgasm not too long before. His mouth fell open as he panted and moaned against Santi’s mouth.

“Oh shit…” he whined and just as he was about to get too close she let go of him and pulled her mouth away from Santi’s cock, “Y/N-”

“You can’t come yet.” She spoke and he sighed as Santi smirked against his lips.

“C’mon guys…” he whined.

“You can wait a little bit more. I think you’re really gonna like what’s coming next…” Santi hummed against his lips before kissing him deeply and they soon parted with a soft smack.

“What’s coming next?” Y/N asked and Santi lowered himself and spoke in her ear. Harry watched as her eyebrows raised and then glanced up to him with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Really?” He asked and they both laughed softly before pulled away from her.

“Do you haven condoms?” Santi asked her.

“Yeah there’s some in the bedside table.” She said and Santi moved away from her to dig through the drawer.

“Do you have lube?” He asked.

“No, actually.”

“I have some somewhere.” Harry said.

“Go get it yeah?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and he nodded but not before his lips met hers in a slow and gentle kiss and she smiled against him before he mumbled that he’d be right back and off he went to find the lube. 

He was only gone about three minutes, but when he came back Y/N and Santi were panting as his cock slowly sunk in and out of her, that really did not settle well with him. It made his blood boil with jealously as she moaned and arched her back up. Santi’s lips trailed along her neck and his arms were encasing her body, the space between them was so small. He started fucking into her harder.

“Oh yes!” She mewled over the sounds of their sex, “Fuck, just like that, Santi!” She keened softly and it made his chest tighten with hurt as another person’s name flowed from her lips. It made him want to show her what he could do. He came closer and climbed onto the bed with determination and the shift caused them both to glance over at him, “Ready?” She asked him and he nodded. Santi gently pulled out of her and Harry saw that he was wearing a condom, which made him feel a little bit better about this, Y/N was only his to fuck raw and fill up.

“Where do you want me?” He asked them.

“Up against the headboard.” Santi said and he started shifting over.

“Wait, let me fluff up the pillows for you.” She said and did just that. She knew his back got Sore easily so she wanted to provide a little bit more support for him and she moved out of the way when everything was ready and he settled back against the headboard and Y/N straddled his lap and smiled down at him.

“Condom?” Santi asked Harry, who looked in his eyes and then at Y/N’s with a smirk.

“Fuck no, we don’t use those with each other.” he said almost as if it were offensive for Santi to have asked and they all chuckled as Harry reached for Y/N’s bottom and guided her lower to soak up his prick with her arousal. 

She was buzzing in anticipation to feel him stretch her out a bit. He gave her a small nod and she shifted to settle over his cock. She hummed in delight as she started sinking down onto him and his nails dug into her ass and he held her there for a few seconds as he bottomed out.

“Good?” She asked him and he nodded and loosened his hold on her to let her drag her hips up and then back down again. Then he felt Santi’s fingers smear some of the lube against his hole and gently dip a finger in until he smoothed it over his prostate which made him moan and squeeze Y/N hard again.

“I’m gonna put in another finger.” Santi warned.

“Fuck, please do it.” Harry begged and Y/N smiled down at him as his head was tossed back now as Santi’s fingers stretched him out a little bit more. After a few minutes of this Santi was scooting in right behind Y/N. He grabbed his cock and dripped some of the lube over himself before slipping against Harry’s entrance and he grabbed around one of Harry’s legs and opened it a bit wider to make a little more room. Y/N watched Harry’s eyes darken even further at the feeling of Santi’s cock teasing at his entrance and she grinned, he was so needy. Then a few seconds later his eyebrows furrowed in and his mouth fell open as Santi pushed inside slowly. Harry’s entire body felt even more on fire as his cock filled him up perfectly and reached just the right places. His entire body was covered in goosebumps at the slight pain from the snug fit. Y/N could feel Santi’s low moan against her spine as Harry’s hole adjusted to his size. Harry’s fingers were sure to leave bruises on her skin from how tight he was holding on to her and she started to swivel her hips on his, sinking his cock in deeper into her and he moaned out as his tip kissed up against her g-spot.

“You’re so fucking deep.” She whispered and he moaned again as she clenched up around him.

“Please fuck me.” He panted out and Santi nodded against Y/N’s back and he drew out as she lifted herself up, and for Harry time was still for a little too long in anticipation until they both collided with his body again. Inevitably a loud moan flew past his parted lips as they fucked him. His eyes were full of desperation for more somehow. Naturally, Y/N and Santi’s paces fell out of sync, but that didn’t bother Harry. His most sensitive parts were getting railed and he was getting overwhelmed by it. They were all moaning and crying out in pleasure as their bodies rolled together and worked in tandem to get to that most coveted euphoric peak. 

Y/N ran her hands up from Harry’s abs to his chest where she swirled her fingers around for a bit before she smoothed over his nipples and he bit on his lip, his eyes not daring to leave hers until she slightly pinched at them to add another layer pleasure to his experience and he hissed, making his entire body stiffen at the slight bite of pain.

“Shit… he’s so fucking tight.” Santi panted into the back of Y/N’s neck, “So good.” He praised and Harry moaned hearing this and Y/N pinched at him harder, causing his body to tense up even more and Santi’s groan rubbles against Y/N’s back.

“Oh fuck!” Harry moaned as Santi started thrusting into him faster as soft grunts of exertion puffed against her hot skin. The sounds these two were making were making Y/N’s body tickle with excitement as she continued riding on harry’s cock, watching his face contort and express all of the sensations he was feeling, then behind her Santi’s warmth and his lips would skim against her and nip at her neck and shoulders. She loved the way one of his hands was kneading at her breast while Harry’s were gripping to her ass for dear life, keeping her on his cock, thrusting up into her as best as he could while she and Santi fucked him, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He panted and Y/N let her hands slither up to his neck and practically begged her with his eyes to choke him, but she waited for a moment. “Please.” He sighed quietly and she gave in and squeezed at the sides of his throat, letting that floaty feeling start to engulf him.

“You’re such a needy thing, H. Always want to be the center of attention.” She said and he groaned, “Is this enough for you, getting fucked both ways at the same time?” She asked and he moaned louder, the sound cutting off as his air supply started to diminish.

“Fuck, keep going.” Santi grumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Taking his big cock so well. So proud of you, my needy little whore.” Harry was losing his mind as her words registered, “Know you want to come, baby. Want you to come so we can come too.” She spoke shakily, “What do you need?” She asked and she watched as his face was starting to go a bit pink and his breathing was very shallow and his eyes rolled back but he panted out a barely audible ‘more’ and she moaned, “Fuck, let’s go harder. He wants it harder.” She instructed Santi and they went harder and faster until Harry’s back started to arch and his legs started to shake, “Oh fuck, that’s it.” She encouraged him, “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.” She praised him as his entire body shivered and tingled as he pumped ropes and ropes of cum into her and she slowly relieved the hold on his neck and brought her hand down to rub at her clit.

“Fuck, please! I can’t!” Harry sobbed and begged as she kept riding his cock, it was too sensitive, especially with Santi’s cock ramming against his prostate.

“You can do it, H. I’m so close.” Y/N panted and shortly after that Santi was thrusting hard and stilling deep inside of him and grinding against him as he moaned out in ecstasy as he came as Harry cried out. This caused Y/N to topple over the edge and for her walls to flutter and pulse around him and she smiled, completely blissed out as she kept riding Harry through her orgasm until tears streamed down his face.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” He sobbed as he spilled his cum into her again, completely wiped out by this one. He writhed around so much that she had to steady herself against Santi’s chest until Harry had stopped trembling and was just a heap of sweat and exhaustion and shallow breaths. Santi gently pulled out of him and went to toss the condom. After fully coming down Y/N lifted herself off of Harry, making him hiss at the absence and his cum immediately started to dribble from her entrance and she tightened up to hold it in and not get any on her bed.

“Fuck, help me down.” She called to Santi who immediately extended a hand and helped her off of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Harry whispered tiredly.

“Gonna get something to clean up.” She assured him and waddled over to her ensuite and Santi got back on the bed and turned to Harry.

“Was that OK?” He asked quietly and Harry nodded with a small smile, “We kinda ganged up on you there, sorry.” He chuckled and Harry sniffled out a laugh and let out a slow breath.

“It’s…more than alright. Wow…” he mumbled and Santi chuckled and reached for Harry’s hand.

“So what, are we all gonna be a throuple now?” Harry joked and Santi laughed quietly.

“I will respectfully decline.” Santi said with a smirk and Harry scoffed in slight offense.

“What? Why? Aren’t we a fucking dream?” He asked Santi who chuckled and nodded.

“I mean yeah, I like you guys but ummm…you’re obviously in love with Y/N.” Santi said and Harry’s smile was immediately gone, “Does she know how you feel about her?” He asked more quietly and Harry bit his lip nervously.

“That’s not…even an option.” Harry said quietly and Santi smiled.

“I know it’s scary, putting yourself out there, but you have to try.” He encouraged him.

“Why? I don’t think she feels the same, it’d be stupid to.” He responded.

“Mmm-mmm, it’s brave. And well, you never know unless you do something about it, H.” Santi said quietly as they saw Y/N emerging from her bathroom with a little hand towel and leaning over to wipe Harry down where his cum had dripped, “And your bum from the lube.” She said tapping his leg.

“I can do it myself.” He said bashfully.

“Now he does it himself… almost always makes me do it.” Santi said quietly to Y/N who just giggled and Harry scoffed at them before sitting up and grabbing the towel from her and shooting them one more annoyed look as he hobbled over to the bathroom and she just threw herself back on the bed and sighed loudly.

“Are you OK?” Santi asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, that was fun.” she smiled.

"Yeah, it was." he agreed with a grin.

“Are you gonna stay over?” She asked.

“No. I want to have a shower and I need to set up some stuff for a private chat I have tomorrow.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.

“Well thank you for this unexpected and wonderful experience.” She said and he chuckled.

“Thank you guys for letting me in.” He said as he stretched a bit and then sat up.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.” She said and he smiled.

“I mean… I’d be open to it.” He assured her.

“Cool. I can walk you out.” She said.

“Oh no, you stay and get comfy.” He assured her as Harry came back out to the bedroom, “Harry can walk me out and lock up, yeah?” He said to Harry.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He said and we t to grab his briefs and slipped them on as Santi got dressed and with a final hug Harry was guiding him through the apartment and to the door and Santi smiled at him, “What?” Harry asked with a nervous smile.

“Be brave.” Santi said before kissing his cheek and Harry sighed and mumbled a goodnight before locking up. He grabbed them both some water and headed back over to Y/N’s room where she was still staring at the ceiling.

“Got you some water.” Harry said and she sat up.

“Thanks.” She responded before chugging some down.

“You feeling OK with everything? We hadn’t planned that or anything, it just kind of happened…” Harry said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. I had fun, I enjoyed it. We can… do it again if you want?” She said and Harry looked to her and bit down on his lip and decided to just come out with it.

“I mean, it was fun but… I don’t know if I want to do that again.” He said to Y/N and she frowned.

“Oh, are you alright? Was it something I did?” She asked and he shook his head, feeling so nervous.

“No, but I think you were right. About it being different when you know the people involved.” He said and she frowned.

“Oh. Was it because Santi and I had sex without you?” She asked, “If so I didn’t think it would be an issue since you were going to come back and join in. But I’m sorry if I-”

“No it’s actually ummm… not a Santi thing. I just don’t think I ever want to see you with anyone else like that.” He said and she froze, “It made me jealous…and it made my heart hurt. It hurt my feelings.” He said and she pouted.

“Oh, H. I’m so sorry if I missed that at any point!” She said as she hurried to his side.

“You didn’t, it’s OK. I mean, we both know I get jealous but this is…more than that, Y/N.” He spoke tentatively and she bit her lip as she realized what he was getting at, “Y/N, I don’t want to share you with anyone else and I don’t…I don’t think I can ignore how I feel about you anymore. Or I don’t want to.” He said as he grabbed her hand and she sighed shakily.

“Harry, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly.”

“I’ve never been more lucid.” He said softly and she shook her head.

“You’re just jealous, H.” She said and he grabbed her face and shook his head.

“Mmm-mmm.” He refused, “I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time. And just like you, I’ve been scared to accept that because what if we fuck everything up?”

“Exactly! What if we fuck everything up?” She asked and he smiled.

“If this was not going to work it would’ve stopped working a long time ago.” He said to her, “I can’t believe it took something like this to get me to see that I never want to lose you. I’m always gonna fight for you. For us. I know that I make you happy. You make me happy, baby. So fucking happy. And I know that you also love me. You’d have to, to always put me first like you do.” He said quietly and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Harry-”

“Please, let’s give it a shot. Please.” He implored fervently and she felt her heart about to burst. She was so scared.

“I’m scared.” She whispered as a tear streaked down her cheek and he wiped it away.

“Me too, baby. But that’s why we have each other.” He reasoned and she exhaled, “Do you want to do this with me?” He asked again and she took a moment to really think about it and she almost instantly realized that her love for him outweighed her insecurities and she nodded her head.

“Yes.” She whispered and he smiled so brightly.

“Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, baby. You & me. Let’s do this.” She smiled and he just leaned in to kiss her with all of the love in his heart as his happiness soared to new heights.

READ PART 2

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[fakegirlsophie-mtftm]

CW: Pee, violence

You're back from your shopping spree, can't wait to try on your new dresses and lingerie once you get home.

On your way back, you cross a group of loud men, you know them, it's your local altright militia. They're known to be particularly vicious to "girls" like you. You pass, you should be fine. You pass, you should be fine. You pass, you should be fine. You keep repeating these words to yourself hoping for them to be true but you're too focused on this lil incantation to notice you bumped into one of them. "Got a problem?". He is drawing a knife.

...You... just pissed yourself, it's visible, your full bladder got emptied right through your pink kawaii dress and pee is running down your white stockings, strongly yellowing them. You're stuttering, trying to muster a single word that will convince them to let you go. It finally gets out "I'm sorry". It's been years since you've let out such a deep masculine voice, you've not been clockedseen for what you really are for a very long time. You don't know why it happened now, at the worst moment, betraying years of voice training.

You run for your life, it can't be over now. But they catch up quickly. They've not been pumped for years with hormones that make them weaker. They grab you by your long silky hair and slam you on the ground.

"We got one hell of a faggot here."

"We don't like your kind."

"You're convincing, how many women did you prey on like this?"

"Bet you still sneak your way into women bathrooms despite the new laws"

"We gotta make sure you learn your place."

They grab you by your hair again, this time tearing it, cutting large strands with their knives. "I always have this prepared, glad it can be of use" One takes out a razor. "We're giving you a buzzcut."

You try to resist, yell, get away but you're pinned down, three of them have their full weight pressing on you, crushing you. One of your silicone breasts explodes under the pressure. You patiently wait, crying, head fusing with the pavement as they shave all your fake feminity off. People are watching from afar, some of them filming. It feels like a eternity. Each tear rolling down on your now swollen face sends pain through your whole body. "Oh you had nice gulfs under there, faggot. Gonna be harder to hide them now." They're done. The hair you've spent years growing, grooming, brushing, it's there. On the pavement. The wind is blowing it further and further away. You can't see them anymore.

But they're not done. They have yet to give you a proper beating. They repeatedly slam your face on the floor. You feel your nose breaking, your jaw cracking, your brow ridge twisting, the metal fixations in your cheeks popping. With a few hits, they ruined the thousands of dollars you spent to get that dollface. With the new anti-trans laws, there will be no surgeon to fix this now. "Nature always finds its way back, doesn't it?". They laugh.

They tear apart your dress and lit ablaze your freshly bought ones.

"Lesson learned, tranny? Leave womanhood to real women, you creep."

They leave and you can finally pass out.

When you wake up, you're still laying on the street, a small crowd has gathered.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"We should call an ambulance for this young man"

"He looks terrible"

"Was he wearing little girl clothes looking like this? Freak."

"He is all wet down there, did he enjoy this?"

"Ew leave that thing alone. Good thing these boys did the job."

They leave you alone. You've not been misgenderedcorrectly gendered in years. You start crying again. You know you will never be able to pretend ever again.

But deep down, behind the pain, you feel relief.

This is the way you were supposed to be. The way people were supposed to see you. The scene looks like it's out of one of those magical girl hentai you've been gooning to your whole life. On the floor, crying and hurting, clothes torn after being defeated.

Except you're not a magical girl. You're a broken man in little girl clothing.

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟸]

“Why do we even have saucers? We don't drink tea!”

“Do you have a thousand dollars? Because each minute I spend talking to you, that's how much money I'm wasting.”

“You're the only one in this building who isn't a total snooze-cooze.”

“No one watches this show to feel feelings. Life is depressing enough already!”

“All this time, I assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. But maybe there isn't.”

“I don't care if you are happy or not. You have a job to do.”

“Look who finally decided to pick up the phone.”

“You must think I'm a real monster.”

“You were born broken, that's your birthright.”

“Can't say I'll miss it, but we did have some crazy adventures together these last few weeks.”

“Sometimes you wanna go where no one knows your name.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“I want to do things with you. Fully clothed, sober, in daylight hours.”

“Look, you obviously really care about this girl and that scares you, so you sabotage yourself.”

“How about you just stop sulking and go win her back, dummy?”

“I'm cynical, and I'm possessive, and I can sometimes fly off the handle. I'm not always the best at being not terrible. But I want to be better, I'm trying to be better.”

“Why do I always do this? I push away everyone I care about.”

“No matter what, we're going to stick together.”

“I'm no good with funerals. When I cry, it messes up my makeup and then I get really bummed out.”

“Okay, you're clearly in one of your moods.”

“Why serve dates and not have a place to put the pits? You know, some people just have no class.”

“There's so much to hate about what you just said.”

“Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar, you supercalifragilisticexpiali-bitch!”

“You know, maybe it's for the best we don't get together that often. We'd most likely drive each other mad.”

“No one knows how to get under your skin like family.”

“You wanna check out this cool new game I got?”

“I know there's no accounting for taste, but come on.”

“There is no shame in dying for nothing. That's why most people die.”

“Quick, jump out the window, shimmy down the drainpipe and wait in the car.”

“When you don't regret the tattoo in the morning, that's how you know it's love.”

“I guess I was just foolish enough to believe this dumb world still had a little spark of romance in it.”

“Look, what happened back there is not your fault.”

“If you wanna go for a walk in the woods at night, go crazy, but I'm not going anywhere.”

“Look, pal, I'll pay the bill, just-- Just let us get you to a damn hospital.”

“Um, do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Any time someone tries to love you, you shove them away.”

“I was this badass overachiever that had these big plans to change the world.”

“So, now you're just gonna do whatever a teenage girl says?”

“I don't need you to like me. It would be fun if you liked me, because I'd prove my parents were wrong to never support me, because I earned the admiration of an authority figure, proving I have intrinsic worth, but it's not a big deal or anything. Jeez.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.”

“When you think something isn't about you, you find a way to save the day and realize that it was, all along, all about you.”

“Oh, is that that thing where you strangle yourself in an attempt to heighten sexual arousal?”

“So, noose-wise, what are we talking? You use a standard sailor's knot or more like your average birthday-present bow?”

“I don't know if I want your jack-off kit at my house.”

“This is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit. But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, when you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding.”

“Jesus, why does cantaloupe think every time it gets invited to a party, it can bring along its dumb friend honeydew?”

“When we know what we know about a monster like that and we still put him on TV every week, we're teaching a generation of young boys and girls that a man's reputation is more important than the lives of the women he's ruined.”

“I don't understand why you can't be on my side about this.”

“I asked you, really nicely, not to make a big thing out of this.”

“Why does it suddenly matter what I want?”

“All I ever wanted was to be your friend.”

“Stop kidding yourself. If you really wanted the simple life, you'd have a simple life.”

“Love is an illusion, and happiness is fleeting, no such thing as God, and all your favorite musicians beat their wives.”

“Well, I'm sorry that things have been so hard for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty to me.”

“I can't be around someone who's just fueled by bitterness and negativity.”

“You know, it's funny. When you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I wish I could just go home right now and crawl into bed and not have to talk about anything or explain anything.”

“I'm sorry I'm not the person I thought I was.”

“Hey, you wanna climb up on the water tower?”

“I'm really glad we left that stupid prom, but I'm kind of bummed we didn't get to dance.”

“Look, sometimes when you're an adult, the right thing isn't always the best thing.”

“You're the first grown-up I've ever met who actually treats me like... You know, a person.”

“I said so many things when I was young. I thought I was so deep.”

“It doesn't matter where you are, it's who you are.”

“So many times in my life I've done the wrong thing, but this is the right thing, and I have never been more sure of anything.”

“I've wasted so much time sitting on my hands and imagining what could have been.”

“If you are not out of my driveway in 30 minutes, I will call the police.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“Wake up, captain dumbshit.”

“Now let's get out there and tell all those garbage rat bastard sons of bastards what we really think of them, once and for all.”

“If you're holding out for something better, well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be alone for a long time.”

“Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that's the hard part.”

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 7

Dean x Reader

Part 7 🥰🐞

A/N: Can someone hand me a box of tissues please 🥹🥰🐞 Also side note, please comment down below and let me know what you think, if you wanna of course🥰🐞

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Sexual Content, Heartbreak, Kidnapping, Trigger Warnings🙈

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Seeing him, listening to the sound of his voice, broke you, I thought I was stronger that this. He is ordering his usual, black coffee. Acting like his presence doesn't bother you, you go on typing away, not that a single damn word is making sense, the tears, threatening to spill over, and give away, "your strong woman" act.

You can feel his eyes burning on you, while he steals a quick glance, you don't want to meet his eyes, so you'll just pretend to be busy, even though the only thing your busy with, is trying not to break down and cry in front of everyone.

I can't, I can't do this shit, you say underneath your breath, you quickly pack everything up, put a few dollars down for the coffee, you notice, you didn't even touch the piece of chocolate mousse cake, Julie gave you! Eversince that day, you haven't had much of an appetite, not even for dessert.

Just waving, while running out the shop, unsure to where you want to go, honestly unsure of what to do with yourself, with your life without him , hell! tell me how did I turn into this person, to the woman who needs a man, not just any man but Dean Winchester! Tears streaming freely now, I've never in my life felt sadness that cuts this deep, leaving my damn heart in a thousand shreds. I should hate him, but oh how I love him.

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Showing up at your mom's house, she barely opened the door, when you knocked, you grab ahold of her in a heartbreaking way, sobs into her arms, mom tell me, please how do I let this pain go away, how do I forget about him, how do I move on when my heart is so torn apart, when all I want to do is run into his arms, searching for the comfort I always found there, tell me mom!, you say, tears making your mom's, brightly flowered shirt wet.

Oh honey, taking her fingers, trying to rub the tears away, only time will tell, my sweet girl. Mom, I don't want time to tell, I just want time to be turned back, back to when he loved me, when I was enough to make him happy, I just want him mom, with me, holding me, is that to much to ask for, your voice breaking now, is it mom?, I am not a bad person am I? Can't I just be really happy for once? Don't I deserve it mom?

Oh bug, you are breaking my heart, seeing you like this, I wish I could just bandage your heart together, make everything better, but I can't, not this time, but I'll tell you what, sweetie, let me make us some of that chamomile tea you like so much, then we can just sit and talk, or cry, or be in total silence, just what you need honey. Forming a little smile on your lips, that sounds nice thanks mom, we can talk, but not about this , anything else will do.

Sweet, soft smile coming from your moms lips, okay honey, did you hear about Mrs, Anderson, throwing lemonade, at Mrs Morgan, for stealing some of her flowers....

...

The two of you, spend the afternoon just talking about, light-hearted, topics, and also of course the surprise birthday party for the weekend for your dearest brother, oh how deeply you love him, the two of you are really close, but he is always away on business trips, so you kind of lost touch, but this weekend is all about catching up.

....

Giving your mom, one big heartfelt hug, I'll see you and daddy tonight, for dinner, you say while starting to walk towards the street, where you get into the cab, giving them your address, you need to freshen up for the free art classes you give for the kids at the church, you also need to try and cover up your swollen eyes. Your not much for makeup, you prefer just a little bit of mascara really, but you have a trick or two up your sleeve.

Arriving at your little house, which doesn't really feel the same anymore, it doesn't feel like a home without him, damnit escapes your lips, while throwing your keys on the kitchen countertop.

Just standing in the shower, while the hot water is running down your body, all you can think of, is the way he'd looked this morning, as if something is weighing, heavily on his shoulders, maybe he misses you, the thought enters your mind, you could've sworn your heart just skipped a beat, but you just suppress that little excitement of just maybe he feels the same. Getting out, the shower, grabbing the nearest towel, wrapping it tightly around your body.

Walking to your dresser, opting out for a pair of dark blue jeans, and a plain black t-shirt, with your favourite pair of flat black boots, before closing the dresser, is when you spot it, he's favourite red flannel shirt you stole, to wear whenever you'll just be lounging around the house, taking the shirt, holding it closely to your beating heart, breathing in, the woody musky scent coming, from the shirt holding too much memories.

A little tear escaping and rolling over your cheek. Throwing it back into the closet, like it's the shirt's fault, you turn around to your mirror so that you can put on some makeup and get your hair done, deciding that you'll be going for the loosely braided hair you like so much.

You were just about done, when you hear your phone receiving a message, its from Eileen, "Hey sweetie, how are you doing? Listen you and me, we are going out for a girls night tomorrow, Sam's working late again so it's you and me, painting this town red, okay no excuses.!" A little smile forming across your lips, honestly you don't feel much like going out, but maybe she needs it just as much as you do. Texting her back , yeah hun let's do it , sounds like fun. I'll bring the red paint, with a laughing emoji, and some hugs and kisses you send the message.

Getting out the cab at church, grabbing your art supplies, walking towards the big welcoming doors, you breathe in, let's do this, you put on a big smile, hoping it'll take away the sadness in your eyes.

......

Okay kids that's it for tonight, I'll see you again on Friday, and remember, there is no right or wrong when it comes to art, just let your heart do the talking, each of the kids between the ages of seven and thirteen, comes to give you a hug, before heading out, oh you truly loved every one so much.

Last little girl, named Tiffany to give you a hug, come running up to you , she's 7 and has so much potential of being an artist one day, hugging you, looking you in the eyes with her big brown eyes, asking you when is uncle Dean coming to visit again. You just hug her tightly and say, not sure honey, he is very busy at work, oh okay, she says, I miss him, have to go now... Love you, bye, she goes running off!

Oh that little one, has no idea, what she's done, sitting down, with your hands covering your face trying, to be strong, trying to fight back the heartbreak, from damming up in your eyes, you feel a hand firmly, but softly resting on your shoulder, turning around to see Pastor Cas, hi, Pastor you said trying to hide the pain in your voice.

Are you okay, concern on his face, I will listen if you wanted to talk. Thank you Pastor, but is fine, I'll get better eventually, you say while getting up from your sitting position, gathering all the art supplies, you hear Pastor Cas say, I'm really here if you need to talk, and I know about you and Dean, I found him one night sitting in this same room, I think he came, here quite often when you weren't here, he told me the two of you broke up, I'm sorry to hear that he said empathy in his voice.

Damnit! You said underneath your breath, how can I tell Cas, how much I despise and love his best friend, strangely enough the two of them just connected, Dean started to show up at the art classes you gave, to see you, in your element he said, with that mischievous smile of his!

The kids quickly started to love him, as he would get on all fours and give them little horseback rides, one by one, while you were busy teaching the class, he and Cas would stand outside to talk and laugh. Dean would always tell you, that they're like brothers even though there so different.

I'm really fine you said quickly glancing at him, seeing the concern in his face. You're my friend too, he said. I know, but I'm fine, I really need to go, I have dinner with my parents tonight you said, with a smile barely tugging at your lips. Oh, okay, you should enjoy it he said smiling, coming closer and giving you a little hug.

Enjoy your evening Cas, you said while walking outside, waiting for a cab to pick you up. You could drive yourself, but preferred using the taxi services, one of the reasons being your not very good with directions and of course the other one is, its just much more fun sitting in the back taking in the view, of the places you've seen so many times before, but there's so many details and little miracle's that could be easily taken for granted! Oh very artsy of me, you say to yourself, a smile creeping on your lips!

You wave the taxi down, smiling while getting in, your eyes meeting his, he quickly looks away. Giving him the address, you just sit there in silence, admiring the stars and moon shining so brightly, a big dark cloud, hiding the stars all of the sudden.

You should be at your parents house by now! Looking at the street sign, seeing its he's going the wrong way.

Excuse me sir, you tap him on the shoulder, your going the wrong way, he turns to face you, his eyes as cold as breeze seeping through the window.

Sit back in your seat missy, I'm going the right way, his voice, sounding kind of raspy and mocking. So you adjust back in the seat, taking out your phone, knowing something is wrong you start typing away, the look he gives you in the mirror sends chills down your spine. It's him, the serial killer - Dean's been hunting.

Swallowing away the tightness in your chest, your fingers typing the words , "its the serial killer" before you could type, I love you mom, the car comes to a stop.

Breathing heavily you know its now or never, still holding you cell in your hand, you see him walking to the side of your door, turning slightly in your seat, your feet pointing at the door, he pulls it open, give me your damn phone he angrily says. That's when you gave it your all, you kicked him with both feet, and while he stuttering backwards, you turn around on your hands and feet, quickly crawling to the other side of the seat so that you can get away, your hand touching the door handle, almost there, biting your lip, ahhhhh! A scream escapes your lips, his pulling you out of the car by your ankles, trying to grab onto everything you can find, but there's nothing.

You feel the dirt and rocks underneath your arms, scraping the skin, trying to find a way of getting away from his tight grip, stil squirming he grabs your hair, that's when you feel it, a pinch, almost mosquito bite like, into your neck, night, night, you little shit, you hear his voice, sounding very pleased with himself.

You can feel it starting to take affect, did I send the text, you wondered, tears staining your face, the darkness came over you despite the moon shining so brightly.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE TODODEKU HEADCANONS

Pic by: Sunny

I know, some of you might be surprised as HELL (like me lol) because candy cane Todoroki doesn't seem like the type to share his darling with ANYONE, let alone Midoriya, but... somehow, he tolerates it and there we go! You are now the darling of 2 famous Pro heroes :) 

When it comes to showing affection, Izuku will SMOTHER you ALL OVER and yes, you'll have to ask him to back up a bit since you won't be able to breathe. He likes hugs and cuddles and all that other shit whereas Shoto... well, we all know that he's a silent boi... and a shy one too. He's a tsundere no doubt about that, but he'll hug you from back and stroke your hair and catch your tiny soft adorable hands in his and spend ALOT of time admiring them (He'll love it when you cook soba for him)

At first when they kidnap you, yeah, you'll be sobbing all over the place and all that. but, they aren't THAT bad to you. They take good care of you and they NEVER force you to do something you DON'T want to do. They won't keep you in a basement with chains, oh nooo. They'll keep you chained on a comfy soft bed because they don't want their darling angel to be uncomfortable, now do they? 

''Oh doll, you look so RAVISIHING when you look at me with those pleading eyes of yours.... I won't be able to control myself any longer''

''Oh our sweet little angel, our baby, you'll certainly enjoy living with us. You don't need any other insignificant people in your life. You have us''

When you act up, they won't punish you THAT hard since they don't like seeing you hurt. However, if it gets drastic, expect waterworks from Deku and a few slappings from Todoroki (P.S: Don't EVER say he's like his dad or you won't be seeing daylight again). If it gets too regular, Deku will let Todoroki handle the punishments since he doesn't like punishing you. He prefers making you feel guilty and most of the time, that actually works. If you try to escape, Todoroki will be amused and Deku will be devastated. Deku thinks that he needs to shower you with MORE and MORE affection and you can kiss your personal space goodbye. Expect a few slappings on the wrist, the usual shoutings and the waterworks and you'll be left all alone in a room feeling isolated as your punishment. They just SIMPLY can't lay a finger on you, you're their PRECIOUSSSS!!!!! (lol, get the reference?)

Recovery period will be like heaven. Todoroki will make your favorite food, Deku will shower you with his love and all that and you'll be watching movies as they cuddle you to sleep and gently rock you back and forth, stroking your hair and making you feel calm and safe. They'll tend to your injuries and get you to laugh more and pamper the HELL out of you 

Now for the million dollar question. Would they kidnap you? ONE THOUSAND percent YESSS!!! As soon as they confess their feelings to you, whether you accept them or reject them, you can kiss your freedom and your old life back sayonanra. They'll pretend to be like your heroes by swooping in, saving you from every bad thing in this world. They just want what's best for you since they care about you ALOT (No to mention OBSESSED ASF) They want to protect their darling angel and the only way they can do that is if you are in their arms

On a scale from one to ten, Izuku loves you 1000000000000%. He keeps telling you that you're the reason for him being alive and not following Kaachan's advice by jumping off a roof in middle school and all that. He loves you so much he might actually cry if you aren't with him. Todoroki, on the other hand, loves you 90% because the other 10% of him doesn't feel like sharing you with Izuku 

If you were planning to become (insert your favorite job here), well say goodbye to that too because the only ''work'' you'll be doing after living with them is just relaxing all day long and doing whatever you want (under their supervision of course). They don't want you to work since you're already living with the 2 most famous pro heroes of Japan and you'll get everything in the blink of an eye, so why work for it? And they don't want you getting tired and stressed out and all that anyway. If you take up something like writing or drawing, they'll praise you for it. However if you ask them if you could publish your works online, don't be surprised if you get a big fat NO in response. They don't want anyone to take you away from them and they'll remind you of all the horrors and dangers of the online world 

Will they kill for you? Absolutely YES! 

Should you resist them or welcome them? Just welcome them. It'll be better for everyone, including you 

If someone has a grudge against them or they have a rival, doesn't matter. They'll be off the face of this planet before you can even call it a day 

Midoriya prefers using knives, guns, and anything sharp and pointy. Todoroki prefers using his quirk and guns

Do they torture their rivals and their victims? HELL YEAH! NO ONE deserves to even LOOK at you and BREATHE the same air as you. So, they'll just get rid of the annoying little pest that's in their way 

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

POV: You're playing a progressive game.

Dude, you wanna play "Mission Impossible: Israel Edition"?

Yeah, sure.

It's 1947 and the UN the land of Israel to a Jewish state and an Arab state. As a Jew, your mission is... survive!

That's it? Okay.

Let's draw the first card... War! Local Arabs attacking Jews all over the land, joined by the armies of Egypt, Syria, Iraq and Jordan. Do you fight back or surrender?

If I surrender, do I survive?

No.

Then I fight back.

OK, let's draw another one... You lose a huge amount of your population but miraculously manage to win. Are you willing to give back some of the territories you gained in exchange for peace?

Of course, I just want to survive.

Great and now we have... Terror! Hundreds of Israelis killed by Arabs from the West Bank and Gaza. Do you wish to surrender, hunt the terrorists or give the Palestinians autonomy so they can form a peaceful and independent society alongside Israel?

Let's give them autonomy.

OK you get... More terror! Over a thousand Israelis die in countless attacks all over Israel.

Oh wow, I won't be able to survive like this. Let's fight the terrorists in the West Bank and withdraw from Gaza completely. I'll even give the Palestinians all the facilities we created over there. I'm sure they'll find a use for it.

Interesting... The people of Gaza elected Hamas as their ruler and it swore to destroy Israel and kill all the Jews. They also dismantled the infrastructure you gave them and used it to build rockets which they fire towards you. How do you respond?

Okay let's talk to Egypt and together we'll form a tight border around Gaza to control what goes in and out.

Okay... People are mad at you because you formed a blockade.

But they'll kill me if I won't... well then let's give Gaza electricity, fuel, supplies, and billions of dollars.

Okay you get... Even more terror! Hamas uses all the aid to develop terror infrastructure while the people of Gaza remain poor.

This game is not that easy...

You waited too long and now Hamas crossed the border, killed 1500 Israelis and kidnapped 240, all in one day!

OK enough is enough. I enter Gaza to destroy Hamas.

Let's see... Many of your soldiers die fighting in urban territory. You're having trouble because Hamas hides among civilians.

Oh man. Let's use the Air Force and target Hamas officials only.

Hamas uses civilians as human shields. Do you wish to proceed?

Look, I'll put tremendous efforts into targeting Hamas only with as few civilian casualties as possible.

Let's see... Hamas builds military bases inside residential areas, schools, and hospitals, so, unfortunately, civilians die.

OK let me think...

While you were thinking, 30 Israelis died.

Wait a second...

50 Israelis more. Your people fear for their lives.

OK I'll notify the people of Gaza before striking so they have time to evacuate.

Hamas blocks the roads so civilians can't leave.

What do you want me to do?

Now Hamas says that Israel is just the beginning and they want to take on all Western democracies.

OK now I'm sure the world will understand if I keep fighting Hamas while trying as hard as I can to avoid collateral damage.

Let's see... Most people accuse you of performing a genocide and demand you cease fire.

OK, happy to, but only if Hamas will surrender and return the hostages.

They refuse. You are now accused of ethnic cleansing and considered a war criminal.

I'm starting to think I cannot win this game.

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"Israel is the only country in the world never allowed to win a war." -- Douglas Murray

Remember when Boko Haram kidnapped 300 girls and everyone was all #BringBackOurGirls? Let's leave aside the fact they also kidnapped 10,000 boys and nobody said a word.

What are we currently hearing from Western countries, and particularly from western elites? Motions and calls for a "ceasefire." Not a demand for Hamas to surrender and #BringBackTheHostages, but for everyone to put their guns down so the terrorists can regroup, rearm and reload, and plan even more of the atrocities they've already promised.

I saw one person on social media say "couldn't they start with asking Hamas to please surrender?" I thought they were kidding. They were not. Which is like "why are there still monkeys?" Apparently scientists just never considered this, and Israel just never asked nicely.

"Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it, just as it obliterated others before it" "There is no solution for the Palestinian question except through Jihad. Initiatives, proposals and international conferences are all a waste of time and vain endeavors." -- Hamas Covenant, 1988.

Who is making demands of Hamas? Nobody actually expects anything of them, because they know they're terrorists. But they're the ones of which we should be demanding the most.

The only thing you can do when being assaulted by wokescolds, of any variety, is to just do the right thing and ignore them. When they have aligned themselves with full-blown terrorists who have a fatwa issued against them, they don't have the moral high ground.

https://fatwacouncil.org/2023/03/09/hamasfatwa/

FATWA | Palestinian Human Rights in Gaza March 9, 2023

The Islamic Fatwa Council (IFC) deems the recently publicized audio and video material containing testimonies of Palestinian residents of the Gaza Strip to be both alarming and concerning. It is the responsibility of the Islamic Seminaries to take a clear and firm stance in light of the inhumane actions of Hamas.

Based on the requests of countless believers, The Islamic Fatwa Council has reviewed extensive documentation of Hamas behavior towards Palestinians in Gaza, including their recently publicized testimonies. Our findings - which are also displayed in our jurisprudential reasoning - result in our ruling that:

1. Hamas bears responsibility for its own reign of corruption and terror against Palestinian civilians within Gaza; 2. It is prohibited to pray for, join, support, finance, or fight on behalf of Hamas - an entity that adheres to the ideology of the Muslim Brotherhood movement.

Furthermore, The Islamic Fatwa Council joins The UAE Fatwa Council and the Council of Senior Scholars of Saudi Arabia in declaring the Muslim Brotherhood movement and all of its branches as terrorist organizations that defame Islam and operate in opposition to mainstream Islamic unity, theology and jurisprudence.