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[artificialqueens]

Untouchable for Life, Chapter 1 (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

Admin Note: I'm so worry, Writ!! You should have been in the last queue, and I'm also sorry that it's taken me a million years to fix it after you told me. I have no excuse, I just completely forgot and I apologize deeply! -V

A/N: Summary: Anetra should be grateful for his new job as a photographer for the city's biggest queer tabloid. Especially considering how hard he fucked up before landing there. But it's all lost on him until he's roped into a special assignment, one that ties Sasha Colby into his life. But can the knots that bind him to his past be undone? Or will the cord he and Sasha walk on snap?

Sorry not sorry for all the puns in the summary fhdsjfk but I promise chapter summaries will have more specific to the chapters themselves and the story as a whole!!!

Anyways, remember how I said I'd never write another multichap bc they're too much stress? WELP! Thank you nickysjaida for encouraging me and athena for beta-ing, you're both so wonderful <3

Fic title from I Turn My Camera On by Spoon

Anetra sighs, dropping his head into his hands as his thoughts race. His boss watches in front of him intensely, almost to the point of scrutiny, but what can he do?

He doesn’t exactly have options here.

“I just don’t get why—“

“The board wanted you gone,” Michele shuts him down immediately. “Hell, they wanted your head on a platter! This is the best I can do for you. You either take it, or you go collect your things.”

“But I wouldn’t even get to write!” Anetra huffs. “Not even captions or anything!”

“I know,” Michele says coolly. “Why do you think I was able to negotiate this? You’re too good to lose, Anetra, but I guarantee if you walk, it’ll be the last time you ever work in journalism, photo or otherwise.” 

Anetra groans. Michele is absolutely right—he fucked up, and fucked up big. Lose his credibility big. Sue the whole company big.

But does that really mean he has to go to Q-Beat ? He’ll be a laughingstock in the journalistic community— Q-Beat may be the most popular queer magazine in the country, but it’s barely above a tabloid. Hell, maybe it’s worse—they’re probably the only print mag he can think of that has more listicles in one issue than actual pieces, and the product placements are so obvious they might as well just say Absolut wrote the news updates. 

There’s a reason the whole industry calls it Q-Bait as a joke. 

But with the scandal he’s in, he can’t afford to negotiate now. If he wants to do anything other than Walmart Christmas portraits for the rest of his life, he has no choice but to take this job.

"Fine," he finally sighs, grabbing the contract and pulling it closer. "Give me a pen."

--

The Charles Media building is often referred to as a marvel of architecture in the city, and the reputation isn’t unearned. Standing under its sloped, pink-painted roof are twenty-five floors of different print outlets, each an empire in its own right. Anetra has to admit, it’s kind of impressive--from magazines to books, encyclopedias to graphic novels, if you can flip or scroll through it, you can find it nestled among the offices in the tower.

Perhaps most impressive, though, is the way the architects were clearly so committed to the bit when they designed the place. From floors one to twelve, everything is wide, spacious, and decorated in black and silver. The floors narrow slightly after that, and from thirteen all the way to its sloped roof, the building’s colour scheme is a deep magenta, with sparkle and hints of blush. And that’s just the outside--within the walls of 96 Tucker Avenue, things are even more colourful, bringing the entire aesthetic full circle.

The perfect shade of lipstick for the perfect media queendom, both inside and out.

At least, that’s the vision the company projects. Right now, Anetra feels anything but perfect—and from the way his coworkers avoid him in the elevator, he’s pretty sure the feeling is mutual. 

At least Q-Beat is near the top floor. Once the last few people filter out around the sixteenth floor, he has the elevator car all to himself, leaving him alone to try and collect his thoughts. 

From what Anetra knows, the farther up the tower you go, the more isolated the group, meaning there’s a chance that no one at Q-Beat knows who he is or what he’s done. A perfectly fresh start. Good; his talent will speak for itself that way, and he can make friends based on that. If he even wants to--maybe friends aren’t such a good idea. The main condition of being able to keep this job was to lay low, after all. 

Plus, the longer he tends to stay in one place, the less people seem to want him around. Especially now that he’s a liability. 

It’s a thought that hurts, and he’s glad to be able to swallow it as the elevator comes to a stop at the twenty-third floor.

The sight that awaits Anetra as the elevator doors glide open makes his jaw drop. 

Back on the eighth floor where Anetra’s old magazine was located, everything had been all business all the time. The walls and the floor were a stern black, with tiles that clicked under your feet as you walked. There had been almost no decor in the entrance either, other than a pair of leather chairs under a harsh silver sign directing visitors to various offices tucked behind heavy mahogany doors.

But on the twenty-third floor? 

Anetra can’t help but feel like he might as well be on an alien planet. He had expected pink, had expected some sparkle and embellishment. But he had had no idea just how much of a culture shock it would be. It’s such a contrast, he barely knows where to start—though maybe the entrance is as good a place as any. The floor’s lobby is fully furnished with tables and chairs and even some floral arrangements, separated from the action by only a glass door and floor-to-ceiling windows that allow a clear view of the Q-Beat workspace behind it. The floors are plush zebra-print carpet, the walls an almost violent pink lit up by a fluorescent sign welcoming visitors to Q-Beat with cursive font. And when Anetra peers into the office space, he sees not a maze of cubicles, but an open floor plan that’s bustling with people in casual dress.

In other words, friendly coworkers and lax norms without anywhere to hide from either. 

Fuck. 

“Are you Anetra?” 

Anetra snaps to attention and sees a tall blonde standing in the office’s doorway looking at him with anxious eyes. 

"Oh, um… Yes?" He frowns. He was supposed to meet the editor-in-chief first, but this woman is in jeans and a tank top that shows off well-defined muscles and big tattoos, her hair fluffed up in an almost rockabilly style--definitely not like any chief Anetra has seen before.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" The woman's eyes narrow. "Because I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and only ten before my Ativan hits, so I really need to get a move on orienting you if you are."

Anetra decides right then and there that no matter who this woman is, he definitely likes her.

“I’m Anetra,” he tries again, stepping forward and extending a hand for the woman to take. 

“Loosey LaDuca, she/her pronouns, editor-in-chief,” she shakes his hand firmly. But before he can drop his hand away, she grips it harder, pulls him forward through the glass doors and into the office. 

“Let me introduce you to the others, they’re really excited to meet you.”

Crap.

—

Loosey’s tour of the Q-Beat workspace is a whirlwind, so fast that Anetra almost wishes he’d brought a notebook with him. Though that probably wouldn’t have done much to help him either; Loosey doesn’t even stop to breathe as she charges through the office with Anetra in tow, so he seriously doubts she would have let him slow down to write. At least he avoids seeing too much of the team this way; Loosey’s version of ‘introducing’ is more like drive-by name-dropping, and Anetra is perfectly content to settle for the waves he and his new coworkers exchange as he passes. 

Good things can’t last forever, though, and sure enough, Loosey’s tour comes to a hard stop right in front of a large table surrounded by people who immediately turn all their focus on Anetra. 

“This right here is our photography department. Well, two of them are,” Loosey rolls her eyes. “The rest of you, get back to work please?” 

“Hey, they were working!” a short woman with hair almost as big as Loosey’s protests. “Half of them were reviewing the photos that are going to go with their article.”

“Uh-huh, and the other half?” Loosey retorts. 

“Is this Poppy’s replacement?” The other woman left at the table pipes up quickly, a smooth change of subject accompanied by an even smoother smile. 

“Oh, yes,” Loosey says, her eyebrows raising in surprise as if she’d forgotten Anetra was beside her. “Anetra, this is Mistress--” she points to the smaller woman, who nods curtly, “--And this is Salina. Ladies, Anetra is coming to us from News Summary Weekly , so things might work a little differently here than he’s used to. So be nice, Mistress.”

“Hey!” Mistress huffs when Loosey shoots her an extra-pointed look. 

“You know I’m right,” Loosey rolls her eyes. “Now, will you guys take over from here? These pills are not doing what they’re supposed to, so I’m gonna go take a three-minute power nap before I have to talk budget for the rest of the afternoon.” 

“Sweet dreams!” Salina calls after her, cackling when Loosey shoots her the middle finger over her shoulder in response. 

Just like that, their attention is turned back on Anetra, giving him the distinct feeling of having been thrown to the wolves. 

“So you’re from the political phonebook, huh?” Mistress starts in right away, her lip twitching as she looks Anetra up and down. “You’re certainly dressed like it.”

“Hey, wait a second,” Salina adds pensively, “Ain’t that the magazine with the guy who--”

“Sorry, what are your guys’ pronouns?” Anetra cuts in fast before Salina can finish that sentence, hoping to God the heat he feels rising in his cheeks isn’t visible to the two women before him. “I use he/him.”

“She/her for both of us,” Mistress answers with narrow eyes, her tone of voice skeptical. Anetra’s going to have to look out for her, he can tell. But at least Salina seems distracted enough—her attention is already back on her computer, which she wastes no time in sliding over to Anetra.

“Alright, newbie, come here and sit down, let me show you all the different softwares and shit we use in this department.” 

It’s a close call, but he’ll take it. He smiles gratefully as he moves over beside Salina, leaning in close to get to work.

Pride Challenge Points: 2806

[sourmiguel]

Never On a Sunday by writworm42 (wc35211, mature)

Summary: Stiles is just your average single suburban dad, doing average single suburban dad things while he raises his 6-year-old twins. Things like work, BBQ, deliberately annoying the head of the neighbourhood PTA committee, and pretending to be a Christian in order to get in the pants of a certain local pastor. Hey, it's not /his/ fault that Rev Hale's as hot as sin.

I am obsessed with the awkwardness of Stiles in church, and then the awkwardness of Derek flirting. This is so cute.

[denalifoxx]

omfg I read the lesbian rosenali fic u posted about the other day and i’m so deeply hurt that there’s no final chapter it’s so fucking good 😫😫😫😫🥹😫😫😫 do u have any other rosenali fic recs? 😫

It's sooo fucking good, right?? I literally go back to reread it every few months and every time it's like I'm reading it for the first time. Glad to hear you enjoyed it! Hopefully the writer posts the last update eventually 😭I think I subscribed to it so I should get the notif

I've got a shit ton of rosenali recs but these are mostly going to be so much of me linking user profiles to ao3 omg 😭

When It Feels Right by alittlebitcloser : I had to include it for anyone else that comes across this list

A Helping Hand by Bombs : canon compliant, a classic I go back to reread as well. I was talking to Bombs last night and she might post another fic so 👀😌

morningmissgoode : f/f and cc rosenali, I can't even pic faves bc I'm obsessed with them all (but I'm most biased to say it to the sky)

dawningofdrag : cc and f/f, my favorite is Like Real People Do and 'cause you're my jewel

haiplana : f/f, my faves are gynaíkes gámou and leave before you love me

valiumsky : f/f and f/m , both are chefs fucking kiss

Inkpression : f/f and m/m fics but my favorites or the ones I go back to get my fix are: I put a spell on you, Burning Up, and Why not me?

buffyathena: liv has SOOO many great fics and writes many ships, rosenali ofc being one of them. My favorite has to be Ever in Your Favor, its a hunger games au and I think about it randomly

thevampirearcher : mostly f/f, the last great american dynasty had me on the edge of my seat waiting for updates

goodemethyd : f/f, so many fics and ships you can shuffle through on her a03 and blog but my absolute fave would be Love Be A Lady and this prompt !!

missjanjie : f/f and some cc stuff too, you'll find so many ships and works on her ao3 and blog, but my fave rosenali fic is I Could Be the One

You're my golden hour by writworm42 : f/f, soft aftercare, I revisit this one a lot too

This was getting so fucking long and I was originally going to add in gottrosenali fics too but didn't want to overwhelm whoever reads this and myself🥴😅 But if you did want a fic rec list for them, lmk! Overall, there are SOOO many great works for rosenali that I didn't get to list but these are the ones that automatically came to mind

[veronicasanders]

(not same anon) but do you only read courtney-centred fic or are you liking other pairings too? if so, any authors/fics you like for those? thank you!

It’s not the ONLY thing I read, but it’s definitely my primary interest. I feel like in order to enjoy fanfic, I generally need 2 things, which are both 100% just personal preferences: 

1. To know the queens SUPER well, beyond the Race. So like, I have a hard time getting into ships with newer queens because I just don’t spend the same amount of time I used to absorbing all of their social media. (In spite of the immense talent of many people who write these queens/ships.)

2. Some kind of complementary contrast - physical, personality-wise, or (preferably) both. This is a big reason why I love Bitney so much. 

Many of the writers I mentioned before have also written non-Courtney content that I like a lot. You should totally go through their whole tags, but here are the ones that immediately come to mind as “they sucked me into a story in spite of a lack of Courtney”: Mac, Spoky, Ortega, Miss Bianca, Ashley, Citrus, Kitschy Pixel, Vixen, Rbcch, Puddle, Writworm42...I’m sure there are more and if I’ve ever sent you a love note about your fic, consider yourself included. <3

[phrynewrites]

10, 16, and 17 for the fic asks! 💖💖💖

please you’re the best, you know that?

10. Do you ever put any of your own traits or personality into any of your characters? Which?

Literally all of the time?? DOPS Scarlet is very me and I draw a lot on my own idiot behaviors. And When the Sun Sets on Us Yvie laying on the floor trying to figure out her feelings is some shit I’ve pulled. And that au’s Vanjie is me @ my friends about their love lives. 

16. Are there any ideas you are currently playing around with that you would like to write sooner or later?

Ooh I have a few ideas floating around but the one I most want to get to the redo of DOPS. After that it’s Girlfriends without Benefits AU, my scyvie fake-dating au. 

17. Favorite fic that is not written by you?

okay okay wow this is hard (and it doesn’t help that I haven’t had time to read a lot recently because of working on my master’s degree, writing my own fics, general anxiety, u know the deal) but I’ll give you some I consistently return to, in no specific order: 

-  everything touched by @scarletenvynyc of course: What We’ve Become, eastbound, homebound, having you her way, and of course This Time Around and Lust For Life (in collaboration with Miss. Bianca)

- Sweet and Wicked (by readwriterepeat on AO3, not sure if they have a tumblr), which is some very good m/m smut.

- the broken hearts club by @pink-grapefruit-cafe (who will be a Repeat on this list because I also love summer lovin’ and I would like more of this in my life if possible because I am a messy american and i love British drama reality tv). Also, if we have each other is extra soft and lovely and a real feel good fic.

- malamente by @formercongressman. it’s very goodbye earl and it makes me want a lil scene of B and V making strawberry jam and selling Tennessee ham

- Artemis by @youre-a-kite. I love this and the whole concept and I’m fully here for anything to come with this au. 

- How Far I’ll Go. By @janssports and @mia-ugly. It’s beautiful and I’m so excited for more. I love these two so so much. 

- Elastic Heart by @mia-ugly. This may be one of the first branjie fics I’ve read but it’s definitely the one that’s stuck with me the longest. Such a fantastic read. 

- Powerless and Overpowered by @buffywhovianpotterlock great group fic. Such a great job juggling all the side characters while still maintaining focus on branjie.

- soft like lavender, warm like honey by @momsthetic (writworm42). It’s just cute and calm and sometimes you just have to read about some farm lesbians.

- also i feel like I should start reading @artificialortega‘s Strictly fic despite not knowing anything about dancing or this show at all besides that Michelle Visage was on it? I don’t know please @ everyone inform me more about this thank you.

[pink-grapefruit-cafe]

Charlotte’s Branjie Fanfic Masterpost

hey! so i’ve gotten quite a few requests for this so i thought i’d post it here. it’s mostly ao3 and by all means just a personal list but here y’all go <3

Lawyers

your move - @artificialortega

feelings on safety - @artificialortega

something just like this - Wreckthatnecklace

Canon Divergent Competition Based

elastic heart - @mia-ugly

paper hearts - @artificialmeggie

someday is a story - @artificialqtip​

impulse control - @formercongressman

‘eleven’ series - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

of toothpaste and treadmills - @artificialqtip

interlude 1.1 - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

how far i’ll go - @artificialmeggie and @mia-ugly 

smoke & mirrors - @saiphl​

interlude 1.2 - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

Canon Divergent Non-Competition

a 501 named desire - @momsthetic (writworm42)

cruising for a bruising - @theartificialdane and @artificialqtip

summertime sadness - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

living ultralife - @plastiquetiaras (holtzmanns)

it’s stupid to think (someone will care for you always) - @artificialqtip​

brooke lynn hytes and other residential neighbourhoods in new york - @imalwaysaslutfordrag​ (mac)

what’s new pussycat? - @momsthetic​ (writworm42)

touch and go - basketbop

the beautiful moves in curves - basketbop

and now we wait  - @holymolypestoaioli​ (snowbun)

the ballerina and the b-girl 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 - starsha

Canon Compliant

you have 5 new messages - prettyskylark

speaking of a man - @imalwaysaslutfordrag (mac)

those long van rides - @freykitten

hi papi - @alexandriabelle1

Lesbian AU

foreign heights - @silverhytes

sonata - redvanjie

trainwreck - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

dancing into your arms - @multifandomgeek

for your safety - @youre-a-kite

for your safety part 2 - @youre-a-kite

‘they ask me if i still think about you’ - wreckthatnecklace

and I won't ever be the same  - wreckthatnecklace

i’m headed straight for the castle - wreckthatnecklace

not nineteen forever 1 2 3 4 - @artificialortega 

you make my daisy - @imalwaysaslutfordrag (mac)

free falling - @momsthetic (writworm42)

commuters series - @multifandomgeek

hold me closer, tiny dancer - @redvanjie (joley123)

bring it on 1 2 3 4 5 6 - @artificialashley​

Lesbian Brooke Being a Boss

night & day- @youre-a-kite

game of survival - @plastiquetiaras (holtzmanns)

hush money, baby - @silverhytes

siren song - eacala

afraid of heights - @youre-a-kite

Branjie With Kids

It’s the little things in life - @imalwaysaslutfordrag

if we have eachother - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

ice cream. - @pink-grapefruit-cafe

Metaphory Stuff

save your breath - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

of waves and embers - @artificialqtip​

twenty seven club - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

les fleurs de l’enfers - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

colour theory - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

if asked to describe him - @artificialqtip​

champagne supernova -brookelynnhytes (lana)

say it soft (and it’s almost like praying) - @pink-grapefruit-cafe​

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

SMUT

WLW

walking through eden - (writworm42)

it’s a long way down - @youre-a-kite

Kinky WLW

a crimson headache (aching blush) - @momsthetic

[domanatrix, praise kink, humiliation, flogging, denial]

a place where we can feel good - @momsthetic

[domanatrix, extended scene, spanking, flogging, humiliation, 24/7 arrangement]

pressed for time - eacala

[exhibitionism, public sex, mommy kink, fucking fantastic]

MLM

wake up - @theartificialdane​

Kinky MLM

big guy and twinkletoes - hobbitatheart

[multichapter, big old kinky mess, very good, writworm reccomends]

what bad girls get - @momsthetic (writworm42)

[spanking, daddy kink, flogging, bdsm]

all tied up into you - @momsthetic (writworm42)

[praise kink, rope/bondage, bdsm]

yes daddy - @momsthetic​ (writworm42)

[praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, bdsm]

when a stranger calls - @momsthetic​ (writworm42)

[phone sex, daddy kink, orgasm denial]

feeling something new inside me - @momsthetic (writworm42)

[morning sex, daddy kink]

glitter and gold - @theartificialdane

[brooke likes to give? idk how to descibe it but it’s good]

instructions for care - @momsthetic

[sex toys, bdsm, heavy petting]

Aftercare (writworm42)

close to you

after the ball(gag) 

seeing red

fill me with your needs

[sohytes]

So Vanessa came back home but Jason is still in Chicago and celebrating Alexis's birthday with Brooke and Detox

Yall we can stop with the speculations, we got the real tea of what happened:

[theartificialdane]

Everyone please run to AO3 to check out this awesome fic that the darling Writworm has written for me based on my (very very ;) ) good prompt!

“"Hello Hello Hello? Is this Branjie smut central? I’d like to order a main course of a sleepy morning in bed with a sidedish of Vanjie watching the “She’s my best friend” “We’ll I’ve been inside of her.” video from Rosco, haha"

[artificialqueens]

was looking back through some author tags on this blog and just wanted to say shoutout to Writworm and Mac!!! and additional shoutout to all the writers for being so creative in this lovely corner of the internet <3

Thank you love!! 🌻

[artificialqueens]

Queue

OMG hello people!! So, I’ve been on vacation but I promise that the challenge rewards are still coming!! Thanks so much for still participating! 

🏳️‍🌈 Conflict of Interest, Chapter 1 (Raja/Yvie Oddly) - Dartmouth420 

🏳️‍🌈 Bianca doesn't like being touched (Bitney) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest 

🏳️‍🌈 Hurricane Bianca : More Family, More Problems, Chapter 3 - Biancadelrioisthebest 

🏳️‍🌈 Untouchable For Life, Chapter 1 (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42 

(Reminder: If anyone wants to check on the points, use this link.)

[artificialqueens]

Kiss it Better (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

A/N: when Sasha gets home from a rough shift, Anetra surprises her with the perfect self-care night.This one goes out to my partner for understanding that the perfect way to a burnt-out healthcare worker's heart is fast food, weed, silence, and orgasms.

This was almost just fluff, but I decided to make it smut; thank you x3000 to Athena for beta-ing and helping me choose the perfect ending <3

Title from 'Kiss it Better' by Rihanna

Anetra can tell that Sasha’s had a bad day at work just from the way the door almost slams when she comes home. One look towards her girlfriend’s direction just confirms it; Sasha hasn’t said a word yet, but she looks disheveled and distracted. Add in the fact that she’s an hour and a half late, and you’ve got a trifecta that Anetra knows means bad news. 

“I’ve been pissed on, thrown up on, had an ostomy bag burst in my face, had to chase a patient to the parking lot after he extubated himself and bolted, skipped lunch to chart even though I skipped breakfast this morning too, threw out my back and did something weird to my neck, and had four patients die on me in the last two hours of my shift, which is a lot of paperwork,” Sasha doesn’t even look at Anetra as she stomps right past her towards the bathroom, “So unless you have like five Advil extra-strengths, an entire tub of ice cream, and a giant blunt, I’ll be in the bath using up all our Epsom salts.” 

Well. They’re out of ice cream, but two out of three ain’t bad, right? 

Anetra waits until she hears the water running to get to work. First she googles how many Advil extra-strengths are safe for human consumption in one sitting; next comes a text to Loosey, who she can always count on for an emergency McDonald’s run. Then she sets phase three into action, sliding into the bedroom and arranging everything else she’ll need for the perfect self-care surprise.

“Is this…” Sasha’s jaw drops as she comes into the bedroom ten minutes later, her hair wet and tangled and body wrapped in nothing but a towel. 

“Mhm,” Anetra nods, unable to help but feel a rush of affection for her girlfriend at the gratefulness in her eyes as she surveys the scene Anetra has laid out for her. Dimmed lighting and a safe number of painkillers with some wine to wash them down. A freshly-rolled joint laid by the open window, a light spring breeze bringing a cozy coolness to the room. A big mac combo and oreo mcflurry laid out on a paper towel so Sasha doesn’t have to worry about making a mess or doing any dishes later. And on the dresser, an array of massage oils and lotions, plus a diffuser spraying lavender scent into the air. 

“Come sit, baby,” Anetra pats the spot next to her on the bed, and Sasha obliges without another word. She eats fast enough for Anetra to almost be a little worried, but she knows by now that thanks to having absolutely no spare time at work, Sasha is an expert at swallowing without chewing. So instead of fretting, she grabs a comb and works through Sasha’s hair gently, letting her girlfriend enjoy the silence between them. She can see Sasha starting to relax with every stroke, and she takes a moment to massage her neck a little too, until Sasha gets up and moves to smoke without another word. 

“Fuck, that’s better,” Sasha sighs contentedly as she snuffs out the rest of her joint and leans back against the wall. 

“I’m glad,” Anetra says warmly. “So do you want the rest of your massage now, or save it for later?”

“Uh, now please,” Sasha laughs, looking at Anetra like it shouldn’t even be a question. “What else am I dating a massage therapist for?” 

“Then shut up and get on the bed, bitch,” Anetra rolls her eyes, grinning, but scoots over nonetheless to give Sasha room.

“You gonna be able to focus if I drop the towel?” Sasha teases as she climbs up next to Anetra, hands hovering over her towel, to which Anetra simply answers by swatting her playfully on the ass. 

“I might give a part or two special attention,” she hums as Sasha lays down, throwing the towel to the floor. “Now relax, and let me take care of you, okay?”

“Mhm,” Sasha closes her eyes contentedly as Anetra gets to work. Anetra works through Sasha’s body systematically, smoothing out every knot as she moves her hands over her girlfriend’s skin. It’s easy to do, for her; she knows every curve of Sasha, every quirk and sensitivity. She can turn her brain off and go by memory, savouring every happy sigh, every relieved moan, every shiver as another knot melts away under Anetra’s work. Her favourite soundtrack. 

“Fuck, that’s better than sex, you know that?” Sasha moans when Anetra is done, a wide, dopey smile on her face. 

“You say that every time,” Anetra laughs.

“Because it’s true every time,” Sasha retorts, sticking out her tongue at Anetra before pushing herself up and rolling over to look at her girlfriend face to face and show her more of that beautiful smile. 

“Oh?” Anetra teases as climbs up beside her girlfriend, nestles into her embrace as she lands a kiss on her lips. “You sure about that?” 

“Mm, I don’t know,” Sasha grins, grabbing the back of Anetra’s neck to pull her in for another kiss. “Should we test it out, refresh my memory a bit?” 

Anetra doesn’t say anything else, only moves her lips to Sasha’s neck. She starts off slow, kissing and licking and sucking as her hands find their way around the rest of Sasha’s body. Feeling and stroking and waiting to feel the goosebumps rise on Sasha’s skin, until she needs to start nipping and biting down gently to keep Sasha from squirming too much. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” Sasha breathes out as Anetra’s fingers find their way to her hips, her nails digging into the older woman’s skin slightly. Anetra simply hums, her hand continuing its journey downward over Sasha’s thighs and coming to cup her between her legs. 

“How about that?” Anetra murmurs, but Sasha doesn’t respond. Not that it makes much of a difference--the way Sasha’s eyes flutter closed and her head falls back against the headboard is all the answer Anetra needs. After one last kiss to her girlfriend’s neck, she pulls away to reposition, her hand wrapping around Sasha’s length as her mouth finds its way to the older woman’s breast. She sucks and strokes in tandem, swirling her tongue around Sasha’s nipple and twisting her wrist slowly, teasingly, just to work Sasha up. Within minutes, Sasha is beginning to squirm again, her breathing becoming more ragged with every move of Anetra’s hand. 

“That’s it, so good for me,” Anetra brings her lips up to Sasha’s ear, close enough for them to graze its shell, “Doesn’t that feel nice, baby?” 

Sasha opens her mouth to answer, but can only let out a guttural moan as Anetra chooses that second to speed up a little, grip Sasha’s cock just a little tighter. It’s enough to light a fire in Anetra’s own belly, but she pushes her arousal aside before it can get too consuming--she has a job to do, and she’ll be damned if she lets anything throw off her focus. So she closes her eyes against her own urges, focuses on breathing in the smell of Sasha’s body wash and the lotion she had used. Tunes in to listen for the little gasps and whimpers falling from her girlfriend’s lips, the ruffling of bedsheets under her twitching hips. 

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh my God --”

Anetra pumps Sasha through her orgasm, relishing the warm feeling of the thick white ropes as they spill onto her hand. Sasha, for her part, looks like an absolute dream, flushed and breathing heavily with her lips parted just slightly, her eyes still closed. And when she opens them again, there’s a cloudy quality to them, as if she just came out of a dream. It’s a picture Anetra never wants to forget, so she keeps her gaze unwavering as she licks the cum off of her hand, smiling mischievously. If it were any other night, she’d pay for that tease dearly, but despite the flair of arousal in Sasha’s eyes at the gesture, Anetra can tell that her girlfriend is too tired to continue. That’s okay; maybe it’s the lavender oil, but truth be told, Anetra is starting to get a little bit sleepy, too. 

“C’mere, baby, come cuddle,” Sasha coos warmly, grabbing Anetra around her waist and pulling her close. Anetra yawns, resting her head on Sasha’s shoulder and nuzzling close, letting out her own sigh of relief. 

They stay like that for a while, the silence heavy but warm between them, before Sasha moves again.

“Neech?”

“Mm?” Anetra hadn’t realized that her eyes had closed, but she blinks her sleepiness away as she opens them to look up at her girlfriend’s face.

“Thank you. For everything,” she leans down to kiss Anetra gently on the forehead. “I love you, you know that?”

Anetra smiles, nuzzling a little more into Sasha’s neck as she breathes out her answer.

“I love you, too.”

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The One Where Sasha Owns a Used Book Store (Anetra x Sasha) - Writworm42

A/N: hey y'all. Been a minute, but I’m back back back again. I’m sorry for the prolonged absence, but thanks everyone who’s stuck with me and encouraged me to keep writing. I have, in a way–I’m working on Come Hell or Full Circle chapter 6 still, though I was doing it slowly for a while due to some intense burnout. In the meantime, I’ve become obsessed with Anetra x Sasha–they’ve kind of re-lighted my interest in shipping and in writing. So here we go–my first drabble in a while. Thank you times a thousand to athena2 for helping me scrape up the courage to post this, to holtz for hyping up my writing, and to everyone who commented on my works on ao3 in my absence letting me know I was missed.

Alright, now that we’ve got the sappy stuff out of the way–here we go. 

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Sasha’s head snaps up at the sound of the bell, her heart pounding a little more than it should. Her hands freeze over the books she’s labeling and she cranes to see the entering customer, her breath catching in her throat.

Please be her, please be her…

She breathes out a sigh of relief, her face melting into a smile as a tall raven-haired woman comes around the corner, nodding to Sasha as she walks past the checkout counter just like she has every day for the past three weeks. The smile on her face, slight and shy and yet somehow knowing, is enough to make Sasha’s heart flutter, and she finds her breath taken away all over again, just like always.

“Hey there,” Sasha greets the woman, trying her best to keep it casual. “Let me know how it’s go–” she stops suddenly, her eyes widening and face growing hot as she hears the two sentences on her tongue blend together before she can stop them. 

“It’s going good,” the woman shoots Sasha a quizzical look, but her smile doesn’t fade, only takes on a bit of bemusement. “How’s it going with you?”

Oh, just peachy. Just great, Sasha thinks to herself, her blush deepening. She glances down at the floor, cursing the fact that there’s no hole opening to swallow her up.

“It’s–I’m good,” she stutters out. “Just, um, pricing some new stuff someone brought in yesterday.” 

“New stuff?” the woman perks up, making her way over to the counter. “Sweet! Can I see?”

“Mhm,” Sasha grins, sliding over some of the already-labeled paperbacks. “Mostly pulp fiction. I think the person used to be a collector or something.” 

“That, or they really like lesbian smut,” the woman whistles, holding up a beaten-up book emblazoned with two barely-dressed women on the cover, the title Her Naked Secret splashed in large font over the illustration. 

Fuck. She’d been so distracted by the woman’s arrival that she forgot which pile was which genre. Which means that every single title in that stack was…

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t–” she scrambles to swipe the pile of erotica away, but the woman just laughs. 

“It’s okay,” she grins, shaking her head as she lays a comforting hand over Sasha’s own. “So do I.” 

Wait. Hold on. Is this woman actually–could it be that–

Oh my God. Sasha’s heart is pounding so hard it’s in her throat, and it’s all she can do not to start stammering all over again as she looks down at the beautiful woman’s hand on top of her own. But the woman must notice Sasha’s silence, because she pulls back suddenly.

“Too much?” she winces. 

“A little,” Sasha laughs. “But don’t worry about it. It’s nice to not be the only awkward duck here.” 

“Awkward duck, huh?” the woman repeats to herself, her mouth spreading into a grin as she looks back up at Sasha again. “I like that. I’m gonna steal that. Thanks, ah…” 

“Sasha.” Despite the pounding in her chest, Sasha smiles breezily. Now that the ice has been broken, albeit a bit awkwardly, everything feels a little lighter. A little more normal.

“I’m Anetra,” the woman sticks out her hand again, which Sasha takes, her stomach flipping at the feeling of how soft Anetra’s skin is. 

“Anetra,” Sasha repeats. “Pretty.”

“Me, or the name?” Anetra teases, but from the twinkle in her eye, Sasha can tell that it might not be as much of a joke as she’s letting on. 

“Both.” Sasha tries to make her voice confident, as if she doesn’t feel as if she’s going to throw up. In a sudden burst of courage–or maybe it’s just a half-baked attempt to make herself believe she’s brave–she swipes her thumb over the back of Anetra’s palm, suppressing a shudder when Anetra’s breath hitches. But as Sasha’s hand drops, Anetra recovers, and that beautiful knowing smile is back, a little cockier and a little more meaningful than before. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Anetra winks. “Which reminds me… I’d like to buy this, please.” she grins cheekily as she slides Her Naked Secret over to Sasha, who can’t help but laugh.

“Having a private night in?” she jokes as she scans it, but Anetra just shakes her head.

“Nope,” she grins. “But I am gonna do this–” she opens the book, then promptly tears off the table of contents.

“Hey, you can’t–”

“–And then I’m gonna do this,” Anetra flips open her purse to pull out a peb without so much as skipping a beat, “And then this.” she quickly scribbles before handing the page back to a completely dumbstruck Sasha. 

“Text me some time, yeah?” she winks one last time before putting a five dollar bill over the paperback, then turning and walking out without another word.

Sasha looks down at the numbers scrawled across the piece of paper and smiles to herself, a warm feeling flooding her chest. 

When the exit bell chimes, Sasha doesn’t look up–she’s too busy opening her phone, already planning what to write. 

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🏳️‍🌈 Don't Call Me on my Bluff (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42 

A/N: Summary: in which Sasha needs to take care of business before she can take care of Anetra.

Thank you slutnetra & ria for the brainrot that started this fic, petitmonde for the pep talk that finished it, and athena for the beta-ing that made it post-able. Please note that I tried some new stuff for this fic--big TW for graphic depictions of violence.

Title from Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna

Sasha fucks into Anetra hard, pulling the younger woman's ponytail like a leash to jerk her ass back onto Sasha's dick. Anetra gasps and moans, gripping the surface of Sasha's desk for dear life as the sheer force of each snap of Sasha's hips practically pushes her doubled-over form right into it.

"That's it, good girl…" Sasha murmurs down to Anetra, though her voice is quiet, almost distant. It's not intentional, necessarily. Normally, answering emails while fucking her girlfriend would hardly be a challenge.

Unfortunately, Sasha has had to deal with quite the mess all morning. And for once, she's not talking about the one currently about to come all over her brand-new antique desk.

"Daddy, daddy, fuck , I'm so close--"

Sasha closes her phone and slides it into her blazer pocket, speeding up as she prepares to turn her full attention to Anetra.

At least, she means to--just as Sasha opens her mouth to egg Anetra on, her phone rings.

"Hold on, baby, one second," Sasha frowns as she fishes for her phone, her thrusts shallowing as she answers the call.

"John Anders is here for you, Ms Colby," Sasha's doorman informs her.

Fuck. He's early.

"Send him in," she tells the doorman, sighing as she brings her movements inside Anetra to a stop.

"Wha--"

"Our guest is here, sweetheart," Sasha sighs as she pulls out. "We're gonna have to finish this later."

"But I--"

"Fix your dress, baby," Sasha adjusts herself as she gives the command. "Our guest has wandering eyes, I don't want him getting any ideas."

"Just tell him to wait!" Anetra pouts, her leg twitching as if she’s itching to stamp her foot. It’s a tempting suggestion; Sasha’s cock is straining against her pants, and her belly is burning with desire to see Anetra come undone underneath her. 

But deep down, Sasha knows if she’s going to truly enjoy herself, she needs to get this over and done with. So she pushes her desires aside, shaking her head as she extends a hand to tuck her fingers under Anetra’s chin.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” she sighs apologetically. “Daddy needs to get this done as soon as possible, then we can finish where we left off, okay?”

“This is so unfair,” Anetra huffs, rolling her eyes. It absolutely is, Sasha thinks, but what’s done is done--any second now, her doorman will knock and their guest will arrive, so business is unavoidable. 

Thankfully, there is one saving grace to the situation, one that always cheers Anetra up.

“You know,” Sasha smiles, grabbing Anetra’s hand to pull the younger woman on top of her lap as she sits down, “If you want to stay for the meeting, there is something you can help me with.”

“That sounds boring,” Anetra says apprehensively, and Sasha has to hold back a laugh. 

“I promise, baby, it won’t be--in fact, if you’re willing to stay and be patient while daddy takes care of business, I think you’ll have a lot of fun at the end of the meeting.” 

Sasha watches with satisfaction as the realization dawns on Anetra. A twinkle lights in Anetra’s eyes as a smile spreads on her face, and she nods eagerly.

“Good girl,” Sasha laughs, kissing Anetra on the cheek. “Now here, baby, roll this for daddy, will you?” She slides the rolling tray waiting at the corner of her desk over to her girlfriend, “I could use a smoke.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the door, bringing the discussion to a close. 

Alright, Sasha. Game face . 

“Come in!” 

Anders looks nervous as he enters the room, though it's obvious from his frankly unconvincing scowl that he's trying not to. Sasha doesn’t bother standing up; instead, she waits for him to approach, extending the hand that isn’t around Anetra’s waist for Anders to kiss.

“Pleasure to see you, Mother.”

“Have a seat,” Sasha says coolly. A strange look flashes in Anders’ eyes, but it smooths out as he sits down across from Sasha, clearing his throat as he leans back. There’s a beat, a moment of silence that Sasha knows is awkward for the man in front of her. Good; it’s when things are awkward that jitters spill over and people run their mouths, cracking without Sasha having to lift a finger.

Unfortunately, Anders is better at handling his anxiety than Sasha had hoped.

"Is it necessary for her to be here?" Anders frowns as he looks Anetra up and down, the corners of his mouth twitching. Anetra bristles, relaxing only when Sasha strokes her side soothingly with her thumb.

"Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of her," Sasha shrugs, leaning back in her chair to take a puff of the blunt Anetra had just finished preparing for her. "Isn't that right, kitten?"

"Mhm," Anetra hums, sticking her chin out for Sasha to place the joint between her waiting lips. 

“I just think that—“

“You know, funny thing about that,” Sasha watches as Anetra exhales a thin cloud of smoke, her whole body relaxing a bit against Sasha’s own. “I don’t remember asking what you think. Do you remember that, baby?”

“Don’t think so.” Anetra fixes Anders with an almost predatory look, her lips curling into a smile. She’s enjoying this too much, Sasha thinks; if she doesn’t slow Anetra down, their cards might get drawn too early by mistake.

“Patience, baby.” Sasha opts to disguise her warning with a kiss against the shell of Anetra’s ear. “Let daddy work first.”

Anetra makes a discontented noise, but relents nonetheless. 

“So let’s cut to the chase,” Sasha turns her attention back to the man sitting across from her. “Do you know why I called you here today?” 

“I assume to talk business,” Anders says, his tone brusque. Anetra stirs, and Sasha quiets her with a kiss to her cheek. 

“Don’t like how he’s talking to you,” Anetra burrows her face into Sasha’s neck, her murmur so quiet Sasha doubts Anders can hear. Honestly, it’s probably better that way. Anders looks nervous because of Anetra’s whispering, as if the fact that he can’t hear what Anetra is saying is destabilizing him.

Sasha will have to thank Anetra for that trick later. 

“You know, I like you, Anders,” Sasha sighs, running a hand through Anetra’s hair. “You’re good at what you do. Professional. You get your job done quickly without asking too many questions.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Anders clears his throat. The look in his eyes has lost its hard edge now, and it’s plain to see that he’s losing his footing.

“We need to talk about the Rembrandt.” 

“I don’t see why,” the man bluffs, and Sasha resists the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Baby, why don’t you show Mr Anders what I’m talking about, hm?” She sends Anetra off her lap with a tap to the younger woman’s ass, watching bemusedly as Anetra flounces over to the filing cabinet beside Sasha’s desk. Anetra stares at Anders wickedly as she fishes the key out of her bra, pulling out the requested file almost instantly without breaking eye contact.

“He sweats a lot,” Anetra giggles as she takes her place back on Sasha’s lap, licking her lips.

“Hush, baby,” Sasha pinches Anetra’s thigh in warning. Anetra hasn’t been able to attend one of these meetings in weeks, and it’s clear the resulting boredom has been getting to her--if Sasha doesn’t reign her in fast, Anetra will wind up jumping the gun, and Sasha won’t be able to get what she needs. 

She decides to hold Anetra extra close as a safeguard even as she pushes the dossier over the surface of her desk. 

“I paid you two and a half million to make sure the sale was untraceable. Tell me, does this look untraceable to you?” 

“I… I don’t--I don’t know what you…”

“ God , I want him,” Anetra whines, her feet kicking just a little in displeasure when Sasha ignores her. 

“Take a look if you don’t know what I mean,” she spits. “But I think you’ll see quite clearly where you so carelessly left footprints. It cost me almost three million more to cover those up, you know.”

“Well, mistakes happen, Mother--”

“Oh, I know they do,” Sasha sighs. “And like I said, Anders, I like you, so I was prepared to just chalk it up to that. But you see this little kitten here?” 

Anetra practically purrs as Sasha strokes a hand through her hair, laughing softly. 

“Why don’t you tell our guest what you found while you were looking through those papers, baby?” 

“He did it on purpose,” Anetra points out with a smile, reaching over the desk to point right at the centre of one of the splayed-out documents. “You can see it at the bottom of this page here, there’s a transaction of an additional half-million to an off-shore account that we don’t own. And then you can see in these transcripts of your Swiss account that someone from Russia was looking into it. And then look at this, daddy--the Rembrandt never made it to the buyer, it got intercepted in Chechnya. And remember how you called Smith after, and asked him all those questions? And then Smith called Ngo, and Ngo called Babanin? She said someone paid Mr Anders a lot of money to take the Rembrandt away from you. And you were gonna find it, but then the police knocked and we had to make the problem go away?” 

“I do remember,” Sasha laughs hollowly. “Tell me baby, what did the whole ordeal wind up costing me?”

“Five and a half million, daddy.” 

“That’s right,” Sasha echoes. “Five and a half million fucking dollars, and I didn’t see a cent of the original eight million sale.” 

“Well, I can hardly be blamed--”

“Except you can,” Sasha cuts Anders off the pass. “And you will be. Tell me, Anders, how much did the thief pay you?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Babanin already did,” Anetra sniffs. “She said you got a whole ten million this time.” 

Anders says nothing, but his face pales, mouth opening and closing like a cartoon fish before he sets his jaw desperately.

Bingo. 

“And you have the audacity to come in here and call me Mother,” Sasha laughs harshly. 

“So here’s what’s going to happen, Anders,” Sasha takes another puff of her joint as Anetra starts practically vibrating next to her. “You’re going to reimburse me every cent I spent on the deal, then give me what’s mine. Fifteen and a half million by tomorrow evening, you understand?”

Anders hesitates, and Anetra tenses.

“I can see you’re apprehensive,” Sasha smiles. “So let me sweeten the deal for you a little, alright? Starting with my girl here.” 

She grabs Anetra by the chin, pulls her in for a deep kiss. 

“You see, my baby’s a very playful person--she just loves all sorts of games. Problem is, she tends to get a little… excited when she’s playing. Poor thing breaks her toys so fast, Mother just can’t keep up! It’s a real shame--her tantrums aren’t very pretty, you know. Scares lots of new friends away.”

Anders swallows hard. “And this concerns me because?”

“Because she loves playing with boys especially, and I’ve heard you have five of them back home who she’d love to play with,” Sasha smiles. “Your youngest even just turned the same age as her--a perfect new friend to introduce her to! Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart?”

“I love playdates,” Anetra muses, licking her lips. “Am I getting one, daddy?”

“Well, that depends,” Sasha purrs. “If I get my money, then sorry, baby, you’ll have to wait. But if I don’t, then I’m sure young Matthew will really love playing with you. What’s that game you like, baby? This little piggie, I think?”

“You’ll get your money,” Anders croaks. “You have my word.”

“I had your word last time, too,” Sasha says dryly. “Call your bank now, while we’re watching. Then I’ll believe you. Ah, ah, ah--I don’t want you calling a decoy on me. Give me your phone.” 

The call takes less than ten minutes, but it'll take about 72 hours for the money to hit Sasha's various accounts. Not what she was hoping, but it doesn’t really matter; good things come to those who wait, after all.

And that goes doubly for the woman on Sasha's lap, who looks like she might burst any second.

"So are we done here?" Anders huffs after Sasha passes his phone back to him. 

"You and I are done, yes," Sasha chooses her words carefully as she nods to Anetra, who smiles.

"Hold on," Sasha interrupts Anders, stopping him in the middle of standing up from his chair.

"Yes?" His voice is apprehensive, and the fear in his eyes makes Anetra squirm with delight on Sasha's lap.

"I said you and I are done, John." Sasha lets her hand drop from Anetra's waist, taps her back to signal that it's her turn. "That doesn't mean you're free to go."

"Mother, please--"

"Have fun, baby!"

Sasha leans back in her chair, closing her eyes to listen to Anders' screams as Anetra pounces, pulling her knife from her dress pocket in one smooth motion.

"This little piggie goes to market, this little piggie stays home!"

Anders makes a choking noise as Sasha snuffs out the rest of her blunt. She doesn't dare look to see which finger Anetra chose to shove down his throat.

"This little piggie had roast beef—“

Sasha just hopes Anetra has the decency not to go too wild this time--last time she played with someone this way, Sasha was picking shreds of skin out of the carpet for days afterwards.

“—And this little piggie had none!"

Jesus, Sasha's dry-cleaning bill is going to be astronomical this month.

"And this little piggie went…”

" Please, please, please!"

"... Aaaall the way… Home!"

Sasha opens her eyes right as the blade of Anetra's knife lands between Anders' own.

"He ruined my new dress," Anetra sighs glumly as she turns back to Sasha with a dejected frown on her face as she points to the deep red stains wetting her shirt. 

"I can see that," Sasha nods. "It's alright, baby--we can get you a new one.”

The offer seems to placate Anetra, who brightens up instantly.

“Say, think we’re gonna wind up meeting his sons after all?” Anetra brings her knife to her mouth, smiling as she licks it clean.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Sasha shrugs. “You know how families like ours can get--unless they’re much smarter than their dad, it’s only a matter of time before they visit.”

"True," Anetra folds her knife closed, slides it back in her pocket before reaching for Sasha’s hand instead. "Think I can come up with a new game for them before then?"

"Anything's possible. Now come on, sweetheart. Let's go upstairs so you can thank daddy for the playdate, yeah?"

The pep in Anetra's step as they go is almost adorable enough for Sasha to forget what they've just left behind.

--

Sasha’s breath comes out ragged as she thrusts in and out of Anetra, the younger woman’s hands tight around Sasha’s neck. Even filed down into ovals, Anetra’s nails dig into Sasha’s skin so hard that Sasha knows it’ll bruise, but she can’t bring herself to care.

Mother can do what she wants, after all. 

“Daddy, daddy, fuck , I’m so close, shit--”

“I know, baby, I know,” Sasha gasps, snapping her hips harder. “Just a little bit more, yeah? Hold it a little longer for daddy, there’s a good kitten.”

Anetra’s eyes roll back, her grip slackening and mouth dropping open as Sasha changes her angle slightly, picks up the pace. 

“That’s right, baby, that’s good,” Sasha praises. “Fuck, you look so good like this, taking my cock so well.”

Anetra beams, the praise spurring her on to tighten her grip on Sasha's throat again, grind down to meet each of her thrusts a little harder.

"Don't stop," she pleads, "Even if-- shit --even if I come…"

"Oh, don't you worry," Sasha laughs, "Believe me, baby, I'm not stopping until you're not walking."

As if on cue, Anetra tips over the edge, her whole body shuddering and arms falling to her sides as Sasha fucks her through her orgasm. It’s a sight that’s mesmerizing; Anetra looks so delicate like this, so vulnerable. Like Sasha could destroy her utterly and completely, and she wouldn’t care at all. In fact, Sasha knows Anetra doesn’t, because the very next second, she dissolves into a puddle of gratitude, thanking Sasha over and over again for reducing her to such a state. 

“Not yet, baby.” Sasha hushes Anetra with a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. “I told you, daddy’s not done yet. You had your chance to play, now I’m going to have mine.” 

“You don’t need to make any more calls?” Anetra frowns as Sasha starts to move inside her again, letting her hand slide from Anetra’s mouth to close around her throat.

“Not tonight, baby,” Sasha laughs, picking up her pace as she feels her own orgasm approach. “Tonight, business can wait.”

Pride Challenge Points: 1435

[artificialqueens]

Parenthood (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

A/N: now that I Cannot be Stopped, another drabble coming at y'all!! Thanks to Holtz & Athena for encouraging me to post, even though there isn’t a lot of “pure romance” in this one. If any PECS users have feedback for me re: how I’ve written it, please let me know–I based it off of the two PECS users I worked with, but they were both at the beginning stages of learning how to use it so I don’t know if I got the picture of a more advanced user right.

The rain comes down hard on Anetra and Sasha as they run up to the therapy centre’s door, Anetra internally kicking herself for forgetting to bring an umbrella. They had been lucky enough to find a parking spot close to the centre, but it didn’t really make much of a difference–by the time Anetra throws open the front door, she and Sasha are both soaked and shivering, and Anetra can feel her makeup running a little.

She’d forgotten setting spray too, apparently.

Sighing heavily, she gives herself a little shake and kicks some of the water off her boots before trudging over to the front desk, mustering up a smile to give the office manager as she says, “Hey, Marcia. We’re here to pick up–”

The patter of little feet cuts her off, and Marcia just grins as a little brunette bullet smacks right into Anetra, attaching herself to her mother’s leg.

“Hi, baby,” Anetra smiles, reaching down to pat her daughter’s head. Her daughter reacts with a warm hum as she sways back and forth, each leg kicking up in the air in turn and practically taking Anetra with her.

“Camp wrapped a bit early today because of the rain,” Marcia explains, watching the little girl with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s too bad, huh?” Sasha sighs, coming up beside Anetra and patting their daughter’s head in turn, extending her hands for the girl to grab and swinging them back and forth to match her rocking pattern. “I know Lily was really looking forward to kickball today, it was all she’d talk about in the car over.”

Lily pipes up at the mention of her favourite sport, smiling widely.

“Kickball!” she repeats enthusiastically, bouncing a bit on her toes. “Kickball!”

“Oh, I know,” Marcia laughs. “She broke into the supply closet and found some of the balls, actually. Never seen such a chaotic game of dodgeball before, but it was pretty funny–”

“That’s ‘cause you ain’t take a ball to the boob,” Salina, the clinic’s occupational therapist and self-appointed head counsellor, snorts as she comes up behind Marcia to greet Sasha and Anetra, Lily’s iPad in hand. “She does got some pretty strong legs, though. Here you go, kiddo,” she adds as she extends Lily’s iPad out toward the little girl, “Can you take your iPad back?”

Lily grabs the device and signs a quick thank-you, grinning as she scans the ‘favourite words’ page of her PECS app.

“Play.” a little girl’s voice repeats. “I want play. I want. I want. I want–”

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey, but camp’s over,” Sasha sighs. “We can play at home, though, does that sound good?”

“Yes,” Lily’s app chimes.

“Alright, baby. Can I have your iPad? We need to put it in your backpack so the rain doesn’t hurt it.”

Lily looks a little skeptical, hugging the iPad a little closer to her chest in a way that sets off a pang of sympathy in Anetra’s chest. She hates the idea of taking away her daughter’s words, even for a second. It reminds her too much of the times before the therapy team came into their lives, when she had to watch Lily struggle to be understood and she and Sasha were overwhelmed with the ways Lily was trying her best to communicate when she had no options presented to her. Who would have thought giving her something as simple as an app and a handful of signs would be such a game-changer?

“Sash, maybe we can just–”

“She already dropped it into a puddle once, Neech,” Sasha sighs. “We can’t afford another replacement.”

Anetra knows her wife is right, so she swallows her apprehension. At least the car isn’t too far–Lily will have her voice back in less than a minute if they run. Which they do.

“So sweetie, tell us more about camp today,” Sasha glances into the rearview mirror and smiles as they begin to pull out of the parking lot, “What did you all do?”

Lily lights up and grins, her fingers already poised to talk.

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🏳️‍🌈 Journey to Joy (Robin Fierce x Aura Mayari) - Writworm42

A/N: for @petitmonde <3 thank you Athena for beta-ing!!

Seven weeks 

Aura drives slowly on the way home from the obstetrician’s office, his hand resting on Robin’s knee and a smile as big as Robin’s own on his face the entire trip. 

“You’re carrying precious cargo,” he had said, his excitement barely contained. “Gotta be careful from now on.” 

Robin knows he probably shouldn’t enable his husband’s anxiety, but he’d also be lying if he said he doesn’t feel the same way. It’s been round after round of IVF, decrease after decrease in testosterone dosage; night after night of crying and month after month of wondering if their efforts will ever pay off.

And now finally, finally , all of their dreams are coming true. 

Robin had wanted kids since he was a little boy--he just hadn’t wanted to be a mother. And all his life, he’d been told that that was the only way. That transitioning would cut his chances of fatherhood in half. That he could always adopt, said with a disappointed tone as if that was somehow a lesser path to parenthood. That maybe it would be for the best, since there’s less to explain that way. And all those people must have been right, if that was the only thing Robin ever heard. 

Right?

It was only when Aura had come into Robin’s life that all those shattered dreams were finally repaired. Aura was different from anyone else Robin had ever met--instead of accepting that he and Robin wouldn’t have kids, or trying to debate Robin into wanting to adopt, he took to the internet. Robin still wasn’t sure how Aura had done it; within a few months, he’d found more information about pregnancy for trans men than Robin had managed in years. He helped Robin find a doctor who confirmed everything Aura had heard. Thank God Robin had thought to freeze some of his eggs before he went on T; by the time they got married, all their ducks were in a row, and they were fully ready to start trying for a baby. 

“Hey, isn’t it too early for pregnancy tears?” Aura teases as he glances at Robin, noting the tears prickling at the corner of the man’s eyes. 

“I’m just really happy, okay?” Robin laughs, wiping his eyes. “Aren’t you?”

Aura laughs in turn, grinning widely and grabbing Robin’s hand to give it a loving squeeze.

“I am, baby. I really, really am.” 

Ten Weeks

They decide to tell Amethyst first. It’s a bit strange, telling Robin’s ex about the little family he and Aura are on the way to building. It could go either way, after all--Amethyst and Robin didn’t break up because of anything to do with kids, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get jealous of the idea of Robin having a future sometimes. Still, she remains one of Robin’s best friends, so he’s pretty sure this jealousy is more out of protectiveness and disappointment with her own singleness than actually wanting him back. 

After all, she was the one who organized Aura’s proposal and acted as incredibly-neurotic planner for their wedding, so clearly, she doesn’t feel that much of a loss. 

Nonetheless, Robin can’t help but be a bit nervous as they sit across from her in the coffee shop, Aura’s leg bouncing a mile a minute under the table and Robin struggling to find the words to get this conversation started. Just when he opens his mouth, though, Amethyst beats him to the punch. 

“So, you’re pregnant,” she says plainly, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Wh--how did you--”

“You’re drinking camomile tea, I’ve never seen you drink that before, which means you’re nauseous, and you’re also avoiding caffeine at all costs. Not the Robin I know. And your shirt doesn’t look tight, but you’ve got just a bit of a lump, even though you’re still skinny everywhere else. And you’re not on max testosterone anymore, right? I can tell because your stubble is more like peach fuzz right now. Not a great look by the way, you should probably shave more carefully if you don’t want to look like an eighth grader.” Amethyst’s eyes are narrow, but there’s a twinkle of amusement in them nonetheless, and Robin can tell she’s trying hard not to smile.

“It’s still early,” Aura cuts in, “So we’re not telling a lot of people yet. But you--”

“Say no more,” Amethyst gives up on her quest to keep a straight face, her smile wide and warm as she reaches both hands across the table, grabbing both Robin and Aura’s hands at once. “Your secret is safe with me, on one condition.”

“You want to be godmother?” Robin guesses, but Amethyst just laughs.

“I was gonna say the middle name needs to be Amy, but that works fine too,” she grins. 

Twenty weeks

Robin stands outside the maternity clothes store, clutching Aura’s hand for dear life. One of his doctors--there’s so many involved right now that he can’t remember which--told him he should do everything he can to keep his blood pressure down. Hard to do when he’s about to step into a landmine of dysphoria, but he tries anyway, doing breathing exercises and trying to focus on the world around him, using Aura’s voice to ground him in five things he can hear, four things he can see, three things he can feel, all that good shit.

Doesn’t mean it works that well, though.

“We should probably just rip the bandaid off,” Aura sighs, squeezing Robin’s hand as hard as Robin’s squeezing his. “Hanging around probably isn’t going to help that much.” 

Up until now, Robin had managed to avoid needing to shop in the maternity section of stores. He’s been lucky that just going up sizes in the men’s section and switching to stretchier fabrics has been enough. But now that he’s about halfway through the pregnancy, he and Aura need to start seriously thinking about budget and saving for supplies when the baby gets here. Plus, he’s starting to be able to hide his bump less, which isn’t much of a problem most of the time, but sometimes the looks he gets when he doesn’t quite pass for not-pregnant make him a little too nervous.

Granted, Aura has punched more than one particularly-vocal transphobe in those instances, but he prefers that Aura stays out of jail for the foreseeable future, thank you very much. 

“Just a pair of pants or two, then we’re out,” Aura reassures Robin, “Easy-peasy, no more clothes being squeezy.”

Robin rolls his eyes, but laughs nonetheless before taking one last big breath and stepping inside.

“Welcome to Everything Nice Maternity!” a woman behind the counter immediately greets them as they come through the door. “Let us know if--Sugar, what are you doing?” 

Robin nearly cracks his neck with the speed of his double take when a carbon copy of the cashier pops up from the floor. He had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before, but from the look on her face, he gets the feeling he’s probably not the first. 

“New line of shoes came in,” she dangles them in front of her face, and Robin’s eye is immediately drawn to the mannequin she must have been putting shoes on--a mannequin currently wearing almost nothing else. “Oh, don’t worry, she’s not gonna stay naked--I just like to always start with what we’re trying to showcase.”

“I don’t think that’s why they’re staring, bitch.” Robin and Aura’s heads snap around to look at the cashier again, who’s watching the scene with a knowing smile and bemused twinkle in her eye. 

“Oh. Right.” the woman holding the shoes laughs. “Sorry, it’s a shock to people sometimes if they don’t know us. I’m Sugar,” she extends a hand for Robin to shake, “And that’s my identical twin Spice.”

“Sugar and Spice, bringing you everything nice in maternity fashion!” the woman behind the counter chimes. 

“You guys are great,” Aura grins, looking over at Robin, who returns his smile. It’s actually kind of nice--talking to these two ladies, he almost forgets where he is and why he’s dreaded being here for so long.

Almost.

“So who are we shopping for today, guys?” Sugar asks. “Wife? Girlfriend? Baby mama?”

Shit. Robin’s heartbeat picks up again, and he finds himself squeezing Aura’s hand a little harder. 

This is exactly what he was hoping to avoid, and now that the question is out there, he’s completely unsure how to answer it. Should he lie? Tell the truth? Say fuck it and just bolt? He looks over at Aura for any kind of support his husband might be able to send telepathically. But Aura’s face is just as blank as his own--in other words, Robin needs to go with his gut, and he needs to go with it fast.

“Well… Actually, we’re shopping for me,” he says meekly, sucking in a breath and praying he made the right choice. 

Sugar and Spice’s jaws drop in sync. For a second Robin reconsiders the bolting idea, but then the twins look at each other, and their open mouths instead lift into excited smiles.

“Congratulations, daddy!” Sugar squeals. “Sorry, I just always wanted to say that. We read about trans dads in the news last month and have been waiting for some to come to our store, we figured we might never see one--” 

“Bitch, stop treating him like a zoo exhibit!” Spice scolds. “Sorry about her, it’s my turn with the brain cell today, apparently.” 

“No, that’s okay,” Robin says cautiously, though he finds a grin spreading on his own face, too. 

“We’re just excited, because usually we make the clothes you see here, but it’s been a while since we’ve been able to do anything new,” Sugar continues. “The same stuff always sells out and then we wind up getting into a rut, you know how it gets.”

“Boring,” Spice clarifies, “It gets boring. But now we can spice things up a bit! In a good way, we mean. You know, like dignified. We’re not completely crazy, we promise.”

Robin’s smile continues to grow, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel so nervous anymore--any reservations he has melt away, and he decides that actually, he likes this store very much. 

“So what do you guys have for me? Since you guys are so spicy here,” he quips. 

“Currently nothing, but we can change that!” Sugar replies, her voice taking on a bit of a sheepish edge. It’s gone almost as fast as it comes, though, because a lightbulb goes off in her eyes, and she turns to Spice with an excited gasp.

“Do you think this means we have to change our store from ‘maternity?’ Oh my God, wait, that means we can be--”

“ A literal mom and pop shop!” both twins scream in unison, and this time, all four of them laugh. It feels amazing, so relieving that Robin almost can’t remember what he’d been anxious about this whole time. 

“Alright, Sugar, let’s close for a while--you two, just sit tight while I grab our design supplies,” Spice moves out from behind the counter, and Robin can’t help but note the way the young woman seems so excited that she’s actually trotting rather than walking. “Looks like Sugar and Spice are going to dip into the paternity world!” 

  Twenty-four weeks

Sugar and Spice wind up being an amazing resource for Robin. They don’t just design a whole wardrobe for him, a lot of which they give him for free—they also offer him rides to appointments when Aura is unavailable, and on occasions when they invite themselves over, they always bring whatever strange thing he happens to be craving.

Perhaps the best thing they do for him and Aura, though, is bring Sasha Colby into their life.

"A certified doula who specializes in advocating for and coaching trans parents-to-be, huh?" Aura eyes the card Spice had given them as they sit outside the given address, reading it over and over as if he's the one about to let yet another person up in his business. As if this appointment is still up for debate instead of happening in five minutes. As if the idea of a trans person wanting to help other trans people is something to be skeptical about.

Bullshit , Robin thinks. He loves his husband to death, but honestly? 

Sometimes Aura's insistence on being as involved as possible can be… stifling, to say the least.

Still, Robin supposes this is better than the alternative, so he swallows his irritation as he gets out of the car, gesturing for Aura to follow.

"Did I do something?" Aura frowns as he bounds to catch up with Robin. Not a hard task to do; Robin's stomach is big enough now that it slows him practically to a crawl. Yet another reason he doesn't get why Aura seems to want to all but be the pregnant one himself.

"No," Robin lies as they walk up to Sasha's door and ring the bell.

Barely two seconds pass before the door swings open, and Robin almost has to check if his water broke. Sugar and Spice had told Robin and Aura that Sasha is good at what she does, but they had neglected to mention how fucking hot Sasha is. 

It’s a fact that even Aura must have noticed, from the way he suddenly bristles beside Robin.

“Welcome!” Sasha smiles broadly, beckoning them inside with a sweep of her arm. “You must be Robin. And who’s with you today?”

“I’m Aura, Robin’s husband,” Aura extends a hand towards Sasha with a strained smile. Robin should probably be concerned by the way Aura seems surprised that Robin hasn’t mentioned him, but he can’t help but feel irritated instead. Once again, all of Robin’s pregnancy has to be all about Aura, he thinks. 

“Well it’s nice to meet both of you,” Sasha shakes Aura’s hand, her gaze warm and unwavering as she looks between the two men in front of her. “Can I get either of you anything? Tea, water, juice? I have snacks too, if you’re hungry.” 

“I would love a--”

“We’re fine,” Robin shoots Aura a look, quieting him instantly.

“Right,” Sasha replies cautiously, the warmth in her eyes faltering for a moment before she recovers and smiles again. “Well, come on into my office, then. We can get started on the intake, that sound good?” 

Aura starts to follow Robin into Sasha's office, but for some reason manages to think the better of it, leaving Robin alone.

    Twenty-five weeks

"Boundaries are important, but setting them in a healthy way is the only way to make them stick."

Robin sits in Sasha's office and listens to her intently, his leg bouncing a mile a minute. Aura was at work, and didn't even know Robin was at another appointment--Robin had planned it that way.

“Have you actually spoken to Aura about needing space?” Sasha asks, though her facial expression tells Robin she already knows the answer. 

“I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Robin shrugs. “Anyway, it’s not that I want space, it’s more that he treats me like glass. He doesn’t seem to understand that I’m not a kid just because we’re having one. I can do things on my own, too.”

“Sounds a little emasculating,” Sasha suggests. 

“It is!” Robin sighs, leaning back in his seat. He hadn’t wanted to say it, but it was true—being treated like he can’t stand on his own two feet makes him feel weak. And yeah, it’s okay for a man to feel weak, Robin knows that—but it doesn’t make it any easier. Especially when almost every resource Aura throws at Robin, every class he wants them to take together or article he wants Robin to read, is marketed towards women. 

He just doesn’t have the time, energy, or a clear enough head to unpack all of that right now.

“I have to wonder though, even if you haven’t told Aura, what aspects of your pregnancy have you shown him?”

Robin looks up at Sasha and frowns. Shouldn’t it be obvious, especially to someone as experienced as Sasha? He and Aura are married, after all—even if Robin wanted to hide anything about the pregnancy from his husband, he wouldn’t be able to.

“I can see you don’t really get what I mean,” Sasha shakes her head. “What I’m trying to say is, has Aura’s role been to support you through pregnancy, or has it been to participate in welcoming and preparing for your baby? What have you guys done to bond over being expecting? Or have you guys been focusing less on the baby aspect, more on the difficulties of waiting for it to come?”

Oh.

Oh.

“If you’re not ready to tell Aura that he’s making you feel stifled, maybe show him he doesn’t have to worry about you,” Sasha suggests. “And I think that might benefit you too—take the focus away from being pregnant, and shift it towards being a dad. That’s the end goal, right?” 

“Right,” Robin echoes. Looking back up at Sasha, he smiles gratefully, a weight instantly lifting from his shoulders. 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a Godsend?” he pulls himself up from Sasha’s couch and gathers his things, his smile only widening when Sasha laughs.

“Once or twice,” she winks. 

“Well, make it three times, then,” Robin notes, “Because I really do think you might have just changed my life.” 

  Thirty weeks 

Robin is getting a little too big to really contribute anything to the decoration of their nursery, but that’s what friends are for, he supposes. They decide to make a day of it—with snacks and toolboxes in hand, their friends and family file in at 10 in the morning, the last of them leaving again at 10 PM. It’s nice, actually; laughing and talking with everyone, every chore goes by a bit faster, and before they know it, the nursery is almost done—all it needs is some toys and supplies.

Darling❤️: hey baby can we go to Amethysts today

Darling❤️: i told her i’d let her borrow a book, i have it with me so i want to drop it off

Weird. Robin didn’t know Aura and Amethyst talked without him around. And why wouldn’t Aura just take the book by himself on the way home from work? He can always just text Aura the address. 

Unless…

Robin: you trying to throw me a surprise baby shower?

There’s a few minutes that go by without any answer, and Robin is almost afraid he’s gotten it wrong. But then a call comes through, and Amethyst’s voice sounds over Robin’s speaker.

“You’re an asshole,” she says immediately, though her voice has no edge to it.

“An ass--Really? And why is that, because two couldn’t have come up with a better cover?” Robin snorts. “How long have you been planning this?” 

“Just get here by six,” Robin can practically hear Amethyst’s eye-roll, and he can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, but there better be some fried pickles for me!” 

  Thirty-four weeks

Robin hasn’t been in his home office in almost two weeks at this point, but who could blame him? His back constantly hurts, his feet are always pounding, and he can’t sit in one place for too long without sciatic pain. It’s much easier to spread out on the couch while working these days, especially after Sasha gets Robin a lap-desk to minimize contact between the laptop and his belly. 

“Just one more week,” he sighs to himself as he closes his laptop for the day, stretching slightly. His brain feels thoroughly fried, and he’d love nothing more right now than a strawberry milkshake and a very long nap. But there’s so much to do before he goes on leave, and so little time--he owes it to all his coworkers and clients to make sure there are no loose ends left untied. He just wishes it wasn’t so damn tedious.

As if to rescue him from his ennui, the sharp sound of a car horn goes off in the driveway. It blasts again, then again, until Robin realizes that it’s going in the tune of shave and a haircut.

“Canned bits,” he sings to himself, heaving himself up from the couch. 

Sugar and Spice are standing outside of their car waiting for Robin when he finally makes it out to the driveway, back aching with each step. As if to protest the exercise, the baby kicks Robin hard, and he puts his hand over his stomach, grimacing and nodding.

“I know, I know,” he mutters to the baby, who only kicks again.

“You ready to go check out some free real estate?” Sugar grins as Robin comes up to the car, smiling gratefully when Spice opens the door for him and extends a hand to help him in. 

“I wish it were free,” Robin snorts as he slides into the backseat next to Aura. “You know the copay is like a hundred and forty bucks?”

“It’ll be worth it,” Sasha reassures Robin from the other side of Aura. “You’ll appreciate the extra privacy, and if you’re planning on having a lot of people at the birth, a suite is a lot roomier than a semi-private.” 

“I’m just shocked your insurance didn’t cover it,” Aura huffs. “You’ve been with the company for years, and it’s like, okay, just because the hospital decides to be bougie and call it a suite instead of a private room, all of a sudden the claim is denied? Bullshit.” 

The baby kicks again, this time forcefully, and Robin can’t help but laugh as he puts a hand over his stomach.

“Even the little one agrees,” he jokes, smiling when Aura puts a hand over Robin’s stomach, his palm landing exactly where Robin can feel their baby settling to rest.

  Thirty-seven weeks

Sasha was right about the so-called suites being worth it. Thanks to his surprise admission a week too early, there were no suites or semi-privates left for Robin to room in. Meaning he was essentially a zoo exhibit for every judgmental asshole, every overly-excited nursing student, or any bored patient to gawk at twenty-four seven. Even with the curtain drawn, rumours seemed to swirl around the unit far too fast, and it wasn’t long before news of the pregnant man reached Robin’s own ears.

Stupid fucking preeclampsia. 

It was kind of funny when he made his voice super deep to tell the woman who tried to talk to him through the curtain that no, he hadn’t heard of that, though.

He wishes for nothing more than to be able to be on bedrest at home, but that’s a pipe dream--after many fights with Aura that made his blood pressure even worse, Robin had relented and given in to his obstetrician’s advice about checking in to the hospital early. He had already known he was technically high-risk, after all--he just hated the way that made everything so medical. Every day is a flurry of questions and tests, and every day is a new symptom--headaches so bad his vision blurs, rib pain worse than the feeling of binding too long. Constantly needing to wear a bib because he never knew when he wouldn’t be able to grab a bedpan before an inhuman amount of vomit forced itself out of his body. 

But the worst part by far is the gossip he can hear from his care team and roommates.

“Hold on, I’m going to give those ladies a piece of my mind.” 

Aura’s mom stands up from her place at Robin’s bedside and throws the curtain open, marching over to where a couple of nurses had been whispering in Tagalog. Robin didn’t know what they had been saying, but based on Aura’s mother’s tone and the way Aura flinches when he hears her begin to rant at them, he could guess it wasn’t very nice. 

“All good now,” she comes back into his area with a smug smile on her face. 

“What did you--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Aura says grimly, though Robin can tell he’s trying his best not to laugh. 

“Well, at least they had the decency to switch languages--”

Robin’s silver lining is snatched from him as another wave of nausea hits, and Aura’s mother barely has time to thrust a bedpan in his face before bile projects from his throat. 

“My baby doing okay?” 

Robin looks up from his bedpan to see his mother standing in the threshold of his makeshift room, her brow crinkled in a worried frown. 

“I’m fine, mom, I’m just--”

He’s cut off by another heave, the acidic taste of vomit stinging his tongue and bringing tears to his eyes. 

“No, no you’re not, baby,” his mother frets. “Aura, where’s that call bell? You haven’t rung it yet? Come on, let’s get the nurse, he needs some gravol--”

“I’m fine ,” Robin hisses.

The woman in the next bed cackles. 

“He’s a big boy!” she mocks, “Big enough to get knocked up, he wants to be a real man he can take it!” 

“Oh, this bitch is trying to get punched --” Aura mutters, but Robin just puts out a hand.

“Stop,” he coughs. “Stop it right now. I’m fine .”

“Rob--” 

Robin doesn’t respond, only lays down and closes his eyes. He breathes in and out like Sasha taught him, visualizes a beach and the sand between his toes. Tunes out the beep of his heart monitor and purses his lips.

This has been an absolute disaster, a terrible time. God, he just wants to go home…

He opens his eyes when a warm hand grabs his own. Aura smiles down at him, his gaze as affectionate as it is sympathetic. 

“I’m here for you, baby,” he whispers, “We’re gonna get through this. I love you.”

The heart monitor’s beeps even out, and Robin can finally breathe again. 

  Thirty-nine weeks

The rest of the week goes by in a flurry; the noise about the pregnant man on the unit dies down, and people stop caring as much. Robin gets more used to his symptoms, and the cocktail of meds the doctors prescribe finally gets him on a more stable path. A private room becomes available, and Robin’s stay starts to become a little easier to bear. And then, a few days after he passes the thirty-eight week bench mark, he’s finally declared stable enough to go home.

It’s honestly a relief--he had barely been eating the hospital food anyway, and watching TV at home is much nicer than being restricted to two channels that are somehow always showing Maury marathons. And of course, nothing beats being able to go to sleep with Aura next to him again, his husband’s snores leading Robin into easy rest each night. 

It’s during one such rest that Robin is woken up by a sharp cramping in his stomach and the feeling of fluid running down his legs. 

Shit. 

Robin glances over at the clock on his bedside table, frowning when it blinks 3 AM back to him. His whole support system is probably asleep right now—he can wake Aura, but what about their moms? What about their friends? What about Sasha?

No, he can hold it. He has to hold it. He can make it; his contractions aren’t even that close right now. Just for a few more hours—he’ll wait until a respectable 5 AM, then start shouting about his labour from the rooftops. 

Unfortunately, another cramp hits him hard, making it clear the baby has other plans.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” 

Robin’s head snaps around to see a half-asleep Aura frowning as he pushes himself up in bed.

“Nothing, it’s fine, it’s— ohhhh…”

Robin doesn’t bother fighting Aura any more, only leans on him as they rush together to the car. 

  Labour

Robin’s and Aura’s mothers are at the hospital within the hour of Aura’s call, and Sasha isn’t far behind. Robin doesn’t have arms to hold every hand extended towards him, but he sure as Hell tries--he could use any squeeze, any encouragement, any comfort he could get.

Twenty hours later, little Riley Amethyst Mayari-Fierce is laid against Robin’s chest, sleeping soundly as Aura lays a gentle hand over his new daughter’s back.

“She’s perfect,” Aura’s voice is soft with wonder, his eyes shining as Riley stirs.

“Yeah,” Robin leans down to kiss his daughter’s head, her soft, wispy hair tickling his nose. “She really is.”

Pride Challenge Points: 2848

[artificialqueens]

Had to Give In (Couldn't Give Up) (Gottrosenali) - Writworm42, Fromthenorthernskies

A/N: Here it is, folks. Perhaps THE most iconic Franco-Anglo collab since the hit 2007 movie-I-haven't-seen Bon Cop/Bad Cop. This was incredibly fun to write, and Emerald and I had a blast bringing this fic together. We really hope you guys like it!!

Of course, it wouldn't be what it is at all without our lovely beta Holtzmanns, who single-handedly removed 43728497 commas for us. Your patience is legendary and appreciated, friend <3 <3 <3

Title from I Don't Do Drugs by Doja Cat ft Ariana Grande.

SYNOPSIS: A bad flight and surprise plans convince Denali that his birthday probably isn't going to be very happy; that is, until Mik and Rosé step in to give him the best present he could ask for.

Saying that the plane ride from Chicago to New York had been rough was, in Denali’s opinion, probably one of the biggest understatements someone could make. What was supposed to have been an hour and a half gravol-induced nap had turned into a six-hour nightmare, all thanks to an unexpected rainstorm that had turned up out of nowhere, delayed their flight, cancelled it, delayed the new one, then kept them grounded in the plane itself for an extra hour. Add a thousand gate changes, and by the time the crew had actually let them off at Kennedy, Denali had been regretting not going ham at the duty-free liquor counter back at O’Hare.

But it was all worth it when he walked into the passenger pickup area and saw Mik and Rosé waiting for him with wide smiles, birthday balloons, and lavishly-decorated WELCOME HOME signs.

He broke into the biggest grin of them all, outshining even the ones of his boyfriends, finally free after all the hurdles of the day. His pace picked up, but Denali didn’t even have time to fall into a comfortable fast walk before Mik jumped right into his arms, giggling. Denali wobbled on his feet for a moment, even though he had expected Mik to do exactly that, but he wouldn’t have changed it for anything. He was back with them, after such a long time, and for his birthday, too — nothing could top that, he was certain of it.

“Come on, let him go, he must be tired after all that happened today,” admonished Rosé, and Denali saw Mik pout but finally slide off, still refusing to let go of his hand. He didn’t mind at all, especially when Rosé gathered his long-lost forgotten luggage on one hand, and started to pick up all the things they had brought to welcome him.

He still found himself dragging down Rosé a bit, getting a soft kiss at last after his stupid stressful day. Denali also let a whiny Mik claim one as well, trying his best to keep it pretty tame since they were still in the middle of a big airport with lots of people moving past them. “I hope you two haven’t planned the biggest party of the year for tonight, because I’m exhausted,” started Denali with a chuckle, which quickly died down when he saw the sheepish looks his boyfriends shared. “Okay, what can I expect?”

“Let’s just say we might have gone a bit overboard with inviting people,” admitted Mik, rubbing the base of his neck with his free hand.

“In our defense, we didn’t know you were going to be stuck on a plane for six-ish hours.”

He barely kept in a sigh, even though Rosé was right. As they fell into their Uber, Denali was still stuck in his mind. He had wanted nothing more than to have his boyfriends for himself all evening and night; they could go celebrate his birthday with their friends in the next few days. After all, he was supposed to stay for almost a week, so what was the hurry?

That, and Denali had clearly underestimated how horny he was for them, now that he was stuck in the middle, pressed against them firmly. He knew they didn’t have too long to stay in the car, more or less thirty minutes, but it was plenty enough for him to feel the heat of them nearby — it was plenty enough time for him to go crazy with how Rosé’s hand was lingering on his thigh, and how Mik was all cuddled to him on the side, his warm breath hitting his neck.

It was a fact that didn’t slip past Mik, ever-observant as long as sex was potentially involved.

“Don’t worry, gorge,” the youngest’s whisper was low and teasing in Denali’s ear as he drawled, “Just a few hours, and then we’ll be back home to give you your real present.”

It was less reassuring than Denali was sure Mik meant to be, but at least Rosé hadn’t seemed to have heard them - if he had, Denali knew for a fact that he would have amped up his teasing by now, and Denali wasn’t sure he could survive that without damaging his Uber rating.

Luckily, they stopped briefly at Rosé’s apartment to put away Denali’s suitcase, and Denali couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when he kicked his shoes off, the ache in his feet soothed by the familiar feeling of Rosé’s hardwood floors under them as he headed for the bedroom. Rosé and Mik both followed, and for a moment, Denali almost thought that he’d get a little relief — a cuddle maybe, a quick handjob if he was lucky. After all, they still had about half an hour before they’d have to head out for dinner. And things actually did look like they were coming up for Denali when Rosé told him to lie down with a quick kiss on the lips, both his boyfriends allowing him to rest as they put his clothes away for him.

Unfortunately, that was as far as it went; the minute his body melted into the mattress, Denali’s eyes couldn’t help but fall closed, and he was out like a light.

When he woke up again, Rosé and Mik were laid on either side of him, the former tracing lazy patterns on his arm as the latter spooned him from behind, holding him snugly as he nuzzled into Denali’s neck.

“Did you have a good nap, baby?” Rosé’s voice was soft, his smile gentle, and despite the way Denali was kicking himself for the missed opportunity, he couldn't help but nod as he let out a yawn.

“Do we have any time left before dinner?” The thought came to him as the sleep left his brain, unfogging his mind and making him painfully aware of where he was, what his boyfriends were doing. What else they might be able to do to him, if they had any time left.

But Rosé shook his head sadly, sitting up and gesturing for Mik and Denali to do the same. “We’re already late,” he sighed. “Sorry, baby, but we have to go, the others have been waiting for a while.”

Sure enough, when Denali checked his phone, their group chat was full of messages from Kandy, Jan, Lagoona, Joey, Kahmora, Utica, Olivia, and Symone demanding to know where they were, if they were alive, and if they could go ahead and start getting drunk without them.

Figures.

“Trust me, this hurts us as much as it hurts you, gorge,” Mik teased as he helped Denali up and off the bed. “You wanna change before we go, by the way? I mean, it’s your night, so you can go in stained sweats if you want, but the restaurant isn’t exactly a McDonalds…”

“He’s trying to tell you it’s fancy,” Rosé cut in, tossing Denali a button-up and neat pair of slacks. “Come on, get changed, I’ll call us a cab.”

--

Denali didn’t know what he’d expected, but in retrospect, he really should have guessed it was going to go this way. They had barely arrived, and he had barely taken a seat between his two grinning boyfriends when he felt not one, but two hands brushing against his clothes underneath the table. He was ready to bet all the money in the world that Mik had spilled the beans about how antsy he had been in the car earlier — because that was usually how they worked, even if he was usually the one plotting with either of his lovers instead. This was wildly different, and just thinking about it wasn’t helping him in any way.

Denali turned his head just in time to catch Rosé watching him with amusement, his typical smirk clearly playing on his lips, especially as his hand squeezed his upper thigh more firmly. He barely stopped a squeak from leaving his throat at this, and he knew with certainty that Rosé had caught on — and that usually meant he would be relentless. Denali didn’t know how long they were supposed to stay here, but it would be hellish at best. It couldn’t be any other way, not when he felt Mik’s lean fingers slide right under his button-up.

And he was expected to stay calm and keep on with everyone wishing him happy birthday and giving him gifts? Yeah, Denali wasn’t too convinced about that one. He wasn’t sure he could will his body to stay rooted to his chair, instead of ignoring the very public setting they were in and pouncing on the two of them.

Which is exactly why he escaped towards the bathroom the second he had his chance - their friends had been distracting his boyfriends while they took pity on him for a moment to let him eat without having their hands on him all the way through. It may have been the best of all sufferings, but Denali wasn’t equipped to deal with it right now, not until they took care of the mess they created.

Denali looked at his reddened cheeks in the mirror, knowing it wasn’t only because of the drinks he had downed so far this evening. He could only hope that their friends hadn’t noticed too much of this. He was well aware of the reputation they had amongst their friends circle, one that they could barely keep their hands to themselves whenever they were together, as duos or all three of them.

“Ah, so that’s what you’ve been doing. You okay, baby?”

“I told you, he was gone for way too long,” replied Mik with a wicked glint shining in his ocean eyes, locking the door behind him.

“As if you two didn’t plan to get me here,” Denali snorted in response, but he couldn’t say he was mad, not when his lovers were walking towards him, grabbing his wrists and pulling him in to close the distance between them all.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it,” Rosé chuckled, reaching up to cradle Denali’s chin in his hand, swiping his thumb gently over Denali’s bottom lip and smirking when he swallowed hard.

“So what, my big birthday present is a romantic bathroom blowie?” Denali tried to make his voice sound sarcastic, but the waver in it betrayed that he was rapidly falling under his boyfriends’ spell, especially when Mik’s hand snaked around to grab his ass.

“Don’t be ridiculous, gorge,” Mik got up on his toes to bite at Denali’s earlobe, tugging it with his teeth as his grip on the other man’s ass got a little firmer. “We’re much meaner than that, aren’t we, Rosie?”

Rosé simply hummed, dropping his hand from Denali’s face down to his belt, undoing it swiftly and plunging a hand into his pants to palm Denali’s cock through his underwear.

“What’re you--”

“ Shh ,” Rosé cut off Denali’s question with a finger on his lips before his other hand slipped below the band of Denali’s underwear. “Why don’t we give you a little temporary relief, huh?”

“Just enough to get you through dinner,” Mik added, winking, and Denali swallowed hard, but melted into his boyfriends’ touches, unable to resist anymore.

—

As it turned out, Denali and his lovers had two very different definitions of ‘temporary relief.’ They edged him mercilessly for the next few minutes, and he came back to the table harder than he’d been when he left, struggling to act natural as he used Mik and Rosé as shields walking in front of him to hide his erection from his friends. Not that they didn’t all know exactly what had gone down; in fact, with the smug bemusement on their faces as he took his seat again, he wouldn’t be surprised if Rosé or Mik outright bragged about it before coming to torment him.

“Just think about how much better everything’ll be after we get home, baby,” Rosé comforted Denali with a wink and a hand tracing up his thigh as they took their seats again, and as much as Denali wanted to pout at the statement, his heartbeat quickened, and he found himself distracted for the rest of their outing. Luckily, his friends took pity on him after dessert was finally finished, all of them just-so-happening to decide they were ‘too tired’ to go to the club and that they should head home for the night. And not a moment too soon, either; Denali swore that Rosé wasn’t even finished telling the cab driver where to go before Mik was loosening Denali’s belt once again.

“When we get home, it’s gonna be all about you, angel,” maintaining at least a modicum of decency, Rosé slipped his hand into Denali’s pants without undoing them completely, Denali’s dick straining against the fabric of his underwear as Rosé got him worked up with deft, teasing fingers. “Anything you want, we’ll give to you.”

“That’s right, it’s your turn to use us ,” Mik threw Denali’s often-used plea back on him with a nip to his neck, smirking against Denali’s skin when the older man whimpered at the sensation.

“Just a few minutes longer, baby boy,” Rosé promised. “Can you be good for us until then?”

Denali was too far gone to do anything but hiss out a needy yes.

—

He wasn't too sure how he managed to get inside Rosé’s apartment without begging them pitifully to take care of the mess they’d created and entertained all night long.

But still, they at least made it all inside, the door duly closed and locked behind them. It was better than some of the times they’d fallen into a passionate embrace right in the middle of the hallways or in the elevator; Denali was sure they had traumatized at least half their neighbors in their respective cities.

He stopped thinking altogether when Rosé firmly pushed him against the door, and Denali felt the sheer need to wipe off his stupid smirk from his face. His wrists were pushed down, restraining his movements and he whined, trying to fight against the hold to no avail.

"Come on, what happened to giving me what I want?"

Rosé merely chuckled, gently deepening one of the marks they had left earlier in the bathroom. Denali bared his neck more, letting his boyfriend do whatever he wanted.

"Baby, I said we'd give you whatever you want, but I know this is what you want, isn't it? Don't you want to use us and guide us in whatever way you want, but only after you're turned on enough?"

Denali hated how right Rosé was, and clashed their mouths together to avoid answering. He was deeply pleased by the soft groan he got in response, finally freeing his wrists while Rosé was distracted.

But that didn't last — while they had both moved a bit farther away from their front door, still kissing, Denali felt soft hands take hold of his wrists again, a warm body pressing itself on his back. Even through his button-up, Denali could feel the heat of bare skin against his spine, shivering and breaking the kiss to turn his head over his shoulder.

He had been wondering where his other boyfriend had gone, and now he had his answer, as Denali saw the mischievousness play in Mik's darkened ocean eyes. "Whatever you want, baby," he murmured softly, relaxing his hold after a moment to let Denali decide what he wanted to do next.

Denali turned around fully, fascinated by how the youngest had taken his time away to remove most of his clothes already, his hands touching his chest almost reverently. Denali felt Rosé push himself against his back, effectively taking Mik’s previous place, and mouthed at his throat.

He sighed contently, bringing Mik closer to him, but raised an eyebrow when he felt something hard push against his thigh. "Baby, did you get all ready for little old me? Bold of you to assume that's what I'd want," Denali snarked with a breathless laugh, feeling Rosé’s hands unbuttoning his shirt with dexterity.

"It's not bold if I know that's what you want in the end, even if you play hard to get," retorted Mik simply, his hands dropping to help Rosé finish undressing their lover.

Denali has seen Mik wearing a strap-on a countless number of times at this point, witnessed firsthand the change in confidence and demeanor simply having the harness fastened onto the younger man’s hips could bring. How Mik’s jaw became set and the mischievous twinkle always in his eyes turned up just an inkling more, and how the planes of his abdomen always framed whatever cock he was wearing in a way that was so tantalizing, Denali almost couldn’t take it. But it didn’t matter how often Mik’s strap brought Denali to his knees; each time was like the first, and tonight was no exception.

“D’you like my new toy, angel?” Mik cooed, stroking along the shaft of the dick waiting between his legs.

It was one Denali felt like he’d seen before, but didn’t remember Mik having - long and thick, with more ridges and a steeper curve than most of the toys Mik had in his collection. In fact, it wasn’t the kind of strap-on Mik usually went for at all. So then…

The memory clicked in Denali’s mind suddenly, his breath catching in his throat as he thought back to about a month ago, remembering just where he’d seen Mik’s new cock before.

Michelada: bbies SOS im dying for a new dick

Michelada: help me pick?

The texts had been followed by three links, different sex stores that were usually their go-tos for toys. Denali remembered perusing each site leisurely, trying to imagine what Mik would look like with each dildo he saw, until finally reaching one that he just couldn’t move on from, one that had looked absolutely perfect and that he’d just known Mik had to have.

One which, perhaps not so coincidentally, was now right in front of him, close enough to touch. And before he could stop himself, he found himself doing just that, reaching forward to wrap his hand around it, feel over its ridges and imagine what they’ll feel like inside of him--

“No,” Rosé slapped Denali’s hand away, coming up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist as he clicked his tongue in disapproval. “What’s the rule, baby boy?”

“Come on ,” Denali groaned impatiently, unhappy with having been cockblocked for the umpteenth time tonight. “Isn’t this supposed to be my gift? Just let me--”

“Gifts can be taken away, sweetheart,” Rosé reminded Denali with a low growl, his grip around the younger queen’s waist tightening. “When you want something, what do you have to do?”

As if to hammer in his point, Rosé wrapped his other hand to rest on Denali’s throat, and Denali swore he could hear Rosé’s breath hitch when he swallowed hard against the older man’s palm.

“Please, Mik, please can I touch your cock?”

Mik smiled, taking Denali’s hand and bringing it to his lips to plant a chaste kiss on it before looking back up at Denali. “Wouldn’t you rather put something other than your hand on it, doll?”

Denali’s eyes widened at the suggestion, and before Mik or Rosé could say anything else, he found himself dropping to his knees, grabbing the toy to hold it steady as he licked his lips. “Whatever you say, daddy .”

Seeing Mik shiver at the title was worth every bit of teasing, and Denali couldn’t help but feel a flash of amusement as he finally wrapped his tongue around the head of Mik’s strap.

Denali suddenly remembered how much he enjoyed doing this when he felt his boyfriend’s hips twitch lightly underneath his fingertips, which were resting on Mik's lower body. Nothing but pleasure shot through his veins at feeling his knees press harshly to the cold floor; Mik's hand pulling on his dark hair the more he took him in; and seeing Rosé palming himself from the corner of his eyes.

He wanted a lot of things from them for his birthday, but right now he didn't want to be anywhere else. He didn't want to do anything other than please his youngest boyfriend while their lover watched them, absolutely enraptured. Rosé seemed on the edge of acting up, barely holding back, and Denali didn't want him to.

Rosé had been right earlier, not that he would admit it out loud. Denali wanted to get riled up until he couldn't think of anything else, and only then have the permission to use them without breaking any rules.

He wanted Rosé to make him beg and Denali knew exactly how to handle it so it would happen. "Daddy," he whined, "wanna feel you too…"

Rosé hummed, coming closer to them and ruffled Mik's hair softly, pulling him forward to bite down on his bottom lip. Denali revelled in the groan that Rosé got from their lover, tilting his head in curiosity when he saw the oldest whisper something in Mik's ear. Denali wasn't too sure of what the other two had talked about, but the mirth he witnessed shining in both their eyes as they turned to him was enough. He stayed still, knowing better than to disobey them so clearly.

He’d only let himself be pulled up to his feet when Rosé grabbed his hand, winked, and dragged them both towards his bedroom. Denali didn't know what he was in for, but he trusted them. He knew he'd have a good time, as long as they were all together, the three of them.

—

Denali was eager to know just how far he could stretch the lines of their rules for the sake of being a birthday boy, and that's exactly what he tried — he escaped Rosé's firm hold on his waist to push an unsuspecting Mik down the large bed, watching his ocean eyes widen. Denali knew he needed to take advantage of their position while he still had the upper hand, and shrugged off his button-up and pants in the same breath. He wasn’t surprised to have Mik’s full attention, gaze riveted on how Denali’s dick fully strained against his underwear, picture completed with the wet spot already there. It wasn't surprising with how teasing his boyfriends had been all damn evening, edging him without any care.

Denali let one thigh slide over, effectively straddling a dazed Mik and watching him intently. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rosé come closer, a warning playing on his traits, and Denali channeled all his inner strength to turn around. He wiggled his finger in what he hoped was a threatening way.

"Stop," Denali said in a rough, low voice. He was pleased to see Rosé freeze, and continued with a smirk, "Sit. Let me have my fun."

As his boyfriend did what he wished, Denali added on to it, "Y'know what? Why don't you take off your clothes, too, you're a bit overdressed between us three."

Even if Rosé’s hazel eyes narrowed dangerously, he still did what was asked of him, and Denali almost got off on that power alone. "Come here," he mumbled, just as awestruck as Mik had been watching him earlier.

To have Rosé so pliant now clearly meant that he would pay for it eventually, but he didn't mind — he barely got to play with them like this, usually more at ease with being at the entire mercy of their whims.

But it was his birthday, and he could still feel the hot shiver running down his spine when Mik had said Denali could use them. Even if his body wanted to get pushed between them as they ravaged him until the night ended, his mind still wanted to enjoy this rare opportunity.

Obsidian and hazel eyes met like a storm, and eventually, Denali won the stare-down, bringing his free hand to push Rosé down his bed too, the older man going willingly. Their eyes never broke contact, and Denali felt the same need to touch him, make him scream his name endlessly, in whichever way he could.

He had all the power now, both of his lovers down under him, with Denali straddling one and loosely pressing the other one down into the mattress. They were watching him with such love and trust, Denali knew all these weeks away were worth it in the end — just so he could be with them. His heart fluttered when Rosé covered his hand with his own warm one, and when Mik gently stroked along his thick thighs.

Now Denali just needed to get to work, having them both waiting eagerly for his next move.

“I think you should go get the lube," he leaned down until his nose was inches away from Mik’s, the urge to kiss him only spurred on by the way Mik was clearly thinking the same thing. The younger queen was angling his face up, slowly and hesitantly craning to try and close the distance between himself and Denali. But Denali wouldn’t let him, stopping him instead with a hand on his throat, a gentle reminder of the task at hand.

“Earn it,” he challenged, and it was both the right and wrong move.

A fire lit up in Mik’s eyes, and he could feel Rosé shift under his hand. He barely had to process it all--Rosé’s hand on his wrist, Mik’s hands on his shoulders, firm pushes and pulls flipping their positions entirely to pin Denali down again.

“Isn’t he cute, Rosie?” Mik chuckled as he began to work his hands over Denali’s body again, trusting Rosé to pin Denali’s wrists down firmly as he continued to tease him. “He still thinks he’s in charge.”

“Silly thing,” Rosé clicked his tongue, though his smile stayed affectionate as he leaned down to nip at Denali’s jaw. “I said we’d spoil you, baby, but that doesn’t mean you’re the boss here.”

“Please—“

“So bad with manners today,” Rosé cut off Denali's would-be protest with another bite to his jaw, a little harder this time. “Please what, baby boy?”

“Please, daddy, please fuck me, open me up for you, fuck, it’s been so long…”

“Good boy.”

With that, Mik slid away to grab lube and a condom, leaving Rosé alone to attend to Denali.

“What do you need from me?” Rosé landed one more soft bite over Denali’s pulse-point before continuing to travel along the line of his neck, kissing and sucking and teasing with little kitten-licks as Denali squirmed underneath him, savouring each and every sensation.

“Your mouth, daddy, please,” he panted breathlessly as Rosé moved to his collarbone, then down over his chest. “Need you on me.”

“You wanna fuck my face, baby?” Rosé raised his head to look up at Denali, but his teasing didn’t stop; he brought a hand to one of Denali’s nipples, tracing over it with his thumb as Denali nodded resolutely. The tension hardly lasted though; as if right on cue, Mik crawled back onto the bed, eyebrows knit in equal parts curiosity and amusement.

“Who’s fucking whose face now?”

"Well, I think Nali wants me to go down on him and use me, but I'm not sure if he’s earned it," chuckled Rosé, letting one of his hands still roam along Denali's upper chest, teasing the base of his throat. "What do you think, baby?"

"I think… and only because it's his birthday, we can entertain some of his demands. Maybe. If he remembers some manners," smirked Mik, sitting cross-legged and watching them.

"Please, I'll be good, I promise," Denali whined pitifully, trying to get back their attention to him. He watched as his boyfriends traded a gaze, and shivered helplessly underneath it.

"Okay, baby — you'll get my mouth, but if I see you trying to fuck it before you get permission, you can be damn sure it's the only thing you're gonna get tonight, birthday or not," Rosé said in a rough, stern voice. "Do you understand?" he asked, starting his descent, hazel eyes focused on Denali's face.

"Yes, daddy, I do," Denali barely managed to get out, as Rosé had started to trail his lips along his aching dick.

He bit down on his tongue, trying to avoid giving them the satisfaction of seeing how far gone he already was, especially after having them rile him up all evening. He took in a large gulp of air, willing his hips to stay down and not buck wildly, knowing Mik would easily call him out from his position. His ocean eyes were focused on them, trailing down from Denali's face to how Rosé was working him — and he knew his boyfriend. He knew Mik was enjoying the show more than he let on; Denali could see it in the tightening of his jaw and the way his fingers flexed on his own thighs.

Almost against his will, Denali let out a loud moan as he caught Mik's eyes at the same time that Rosé firmly took his cock inside his wet mouth, instantly hollowing his cheeks. He felt his hips twitch, and grasped at the blankets to avoid the temptation of guiding Rosé himself. He needed to be good if he wanted to have his rewards, after all.

"Rosie, fuck , don't stop, please, please," he blurted out, and he caught the mischievousness clear in his lover’s eyes.

Denali was sure Rosé would have been smirking if he could have, without a doubt pleased with himself. Conscient that he had slipped earlier, his self-control waning by the minute, Denali turned to Mik with dazed eyes. "Daddy, please, please , can I just guide him? I'm so close and I've been so good, please!"

He watched as Mik came closer to him, dragging his chin upwards, his fingertips lingering gently along his jaw. His boyfriend seemed deep in thought for a second, but he finally nodded after seeing his clear desperation. "You've been good, baby boy; ask him if he still wants to, but you can."

Denali was about to actually ask Rosé when his boyfriend only took Denali’s hands and brought them to his own head and shoulder, winking. Denali groaned as he felt a stronger suck, and he harshly pulled on Rosé strands of hair, his nails scraping along his scalp. His hips canted up, so close as he was, and when Denali felt Rosé's throat relax around his length, he moaned hoarsely. His head fell back on the pillows, and his back arched, absolutely drained. Denali was left a panting mess as Mik slowly stroked along his forearm. Rosé, on the other hand, was watching him with amusement, making a whole show of wiping off his mouth.

“How do you feel, gorgeous?” Rosé came up beside Denali, kissing him gently on the cheek as the other man tried to catch his breath. It was a good question, given just how much Denali was feeling in that moment--spent, happy, relieved, excited. Calm.

“Like I’m ready for more,” he finally said, unable to help the wry smile that curled at the corners of his mouth, and he could tell by the way both his boyfriends hummed in satisfaction that that was exactly what they were hoping to hear.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” Mik winked as he popped open the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers to coat them. “Now scoot up the bed a little and open your legs.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Denali shivered as slick fingers started to circle his hole, then sighed contentedly when Mik finally eased his fingertips in, leaning down to kiss the discomfort away. He’d missed the warmth of Mik’s tongue against his, along with the soft moans he always let out into his mouth. He felt Rosé’s eyes lingering as he watched them make out, his fingers stroking through Denali’s hair to get him to relax even more.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mik pushed in a little farther, pumping in and out smoothly while he watched Denali’s face for any signs of discomfort.

But Denali was fine; in fact, he was more than fine. He felt amazing, each rock of Mik’s hand and crook of his fingers sending pleasure that’s almost electric coursing through Denali’s body. But the best part of it all, the sexiest thing Mik was doing?

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Mik’s eyes shone with love, his voice almost reverent as he scissored his fingers, smiling when Denali let out a mewl. “Taking my fingers so well, so good for me. I love seeing you like this, Nali. Wish I could keep you like this forever.”

God, was that feeling ever mutual.

But Denali was known to be hasty, sometimes even too much for his own good — he wanted more, so much more. He had waited all night for it and yes , coming once already had helped, but not so much when there was something so tantalizing and new he couldn't wait to experience. Denali knew he was supposed to let Mik tease him and play by their rules, but he was struggling to let it play out without doing something. Rosé was far from helping his restraint, too, when he was watching them so intently and letting both his fingertips and his lips roam along their bodies wherever he could reach.

And then Mik crooked his fingers just right, making him whimper loudly, his back arching and hands trying to hold himself steady on his shoulders. "Please," he started, but finished on a breathless moan, as Mik pushed back harsher, and Rosé’s hand brushed against his cock.

"What do you think, Rosie, is he ready for this?"

Denali watched as his two boyfriends eyed each other, seemingly pondering on their next action — if they wanted to take pity on him or make him beg even more. Denali really hoped it would be the first one, because he remembered how Mik’s dick had felt earlier, on his hand and in his mouth. He felt it push against his inner thigh, causing him to tremble lightly. He wanted, no, needed to have him inside, making him see stars as he'd clench around him—

"Look at him, baby. I think he'll snap if we don't give him something soon," smirked Rosé, turning Mik's face to kiss him too, but they didn't have time to deepen it as Denali whined pitifully to get their attention back.

"So needy," cooed Mik, pulling back his fingers finally, kissing the frown off Denali when he suddenly felt empty. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"If you don't fuck me with the dick that I've thought about ever since you fucking bought it in the next thirty seconds, I will never let you touch me again," Denali threatened, hissing in warning when he heard the warm chuckle of Rosé next to him. The older one seemed quite skeptical of what he had said, too. "Don't try me," Denali warned once more, whacking at Rosé's forearm. "Else I'll extend this to you too."

"You're the worst out of us, Nali. Your love language is literally touch. You wouldn't make it," teased Rosé, with that typical smugness.

"Yeah? Wanna see me try it, starting now?!"

However, his threat fell short when he saw Mik hover above him once more, eyes sparkling with mischievousness. "I don't think you wanna start now, this is just starting to get interesting," he advised, his warm hands moving thick thighs farther apart, and Denali lost his breath for a moment. His heart was hammering in his chest with anticipation of Mik's next move.

But it wasn’t Mik who acted first - rather, Rosé reached out to graze his hand down the planes of Denali’s abdomen, fingers scratching down Denali’s stomach and stopping at his pubic bone and lingering there.

“One more time, baby,” he whispered, winking over to Mik before looking down and locking eyes with Denali again. “Be polite, take back your little threat, then we’ll make you feel good.”

There was no way around it; if Denali wanted to be taken care of, he’d have to swallow his pride and do what he was told.

“Touch me. Please ,” he whispered hoarsely, finally giving in to what he’s wanted this entire time. “Touch me. Use me. Ruin me.”

As soon as the words had left his mouth he felt the air in the room change, becoming just a little lighter.

“Let me know if I’m going too fast,” Mik’s voice was gentle, his lips soft and fingers light as he stroked Denali’s cheek, gave him one last kiss. They all knew it was just a gesture--Denali liked it rough, after all, the whole world knew that now--but it was one that meant a lot to Denali just the same.

“Don’t hold back,” he half-ordered, half-pled, and apparently it was all the permission both Mik and Rosé needed.

Denali let out a shaky sigh of relief as Mik finally eased his way in, each ridge and curve of the strap making him shiver as Mik pushed deeper. Meanwhile, Rosé’s hand continued its way down Denali’s body, finally sliding home between his legs to wrap his fingers around Denali’s already-aching cock.

“My, my,” Rosé teased when Denali bucked into the feeling of his lover’s hand on his shaft, only to gasp when Mik began to thrust into him experimentally. “Already excited, are we? Look, Mik, he’s already half-hard again!”

Denali blushed fiercely when Mik looked up and broke into a grin, the sight of his boyfriend’s semi spurring on the rhythm of his thrusts. It was too much, especially when Rosé started to stroke up and down his dick, Mik snapping his hips a little harder to go a little deeper. Denali tried to shy away, tried to hide his face in his hands so that his lovers wouldn't see, but of course neither of them were willing to make it that easy.

“No baby, no being shy,” Mik bit down hard at the juncture of Denali’s neck. “Rosie, make sure he doesn’t get too bashful, yeah?”

It was entirely too easy. Rosé didn’t even break his rhythm stroking Denali’s dick as he grabbed his wrists and brought them up over his head, pinning them down firmly and making it impossible for Denali to wriggle free.

“There we go,” Mik timed his kiss with another thrust and giggled when Denali moaned, trying to squirm for more. “So pretty like this, all blushy and helpless. Doesn’t that feel so much better, angel?”

Denali opened his mouth to answer but Mik picked up speed again, changing his angle slightly, and he found himself lost for words, unable to do anything but mewl as Mik hit up against his spot at a relentless pace.

Stuck between Rosé holding his wrists tightly while he continued stroking him without any trouble even if he squirmed around and Mik still hovering above him and smiling wickedly as he kept his rhythm steady, he wasn't too sure he could last long. Denali could feel the strength of the grasp the youngest had on his hips, knowing that if he kept it up, it would eventually bruise — not that he minded. He enjoyed it. Denali enjoyed it when they left the gentleness behind for a moment, only to rough him up.

He fought vainly against Rosé's hold on his wrist and only got a hum in return, nails digging into his skin. His chest heaved and he arched his back when both his boyfriends decided to go all out at the same time - Rosé twisting his hand just right on his length, lingering on the head to tease him more, and Mik thrusting harshly, his head falling into his neck to moan right against his ear.

"Please," Denali keened, the high-pitched sound resonating against the walls of the otherwise silent apartment.

"Are you gonna come already? Oh baby no, no, that won't do," cooed Rosé, slowing his movements much to the dismay of Denali. He looked desperately at his boyfriend, pleading silently for his cause, but he knew Rosé wouldn't relent, not right now.

"You can hold on a bit longer, no? We just started," Mik smirked, punctuating his statement with a deeper snap of his hips and Denali's head fell back to his pillow. "It will feel better if you let us build it up. Can you do that, baby boy?"

Denali inhaled sharply, trying to recenter himself and not focus entirely on them making him feel so good, on the pleasure building up, but even if he had already come once, the entire night had been enough to rile him up for a good while still.

"Yes, daddy," he answered breathlessly, and he saw the appreciation shine in both his lovers' eyes.

Mik slowed his movements enough for it to feel only teasing inside him, just short of brushing against his spot everytime, and it was driving him absolutely crazy. Added to how he couldn't move his arms, and the lazy strokes of Rosé’s hand against his dick, he just wanted to disobey for once and come now, not later like they wanted.

Denali also knew how it would please them to watch him go wild, trying to keep from misbehaving the best he could. He turned to the only solution he could think of: talking and telling them how he felt, and hopefully it would be enough to distract them from their quest of leading him right into pure madness.

"You feel so good, both of you. Don't want you to ever stop making me feel like this," he started with a hoarse voice, already seeing the effect of it on them. "You’re driving me absolutely insane, please…"

“Tell us just a couple more things,” Mik winked, not breaking his stride, and Denali swallowed hard, waiting to hear whatever idea the youngest had come up with.

“Who’s a pretty boy?”

Fuck. So they were playing this game—not only giving Denali praise but making him praise himself, adding just that touch of humiliation that always put him right on the edge. It was downright cruel, but he was too far gone to fight now. So instead, he played along.

“I am,” he whimpered, earning some faster thrusts and a few flicks of Rosé’s thumb over the head of his cock.

“And who makes the cutest sounds when he’s close?” Rosé followed up, grin positively evil as he quickened his pace a little, making Denali cry out at the overwhelming feeling.

“I do!”

“And who do you belong to, baby, who’re the only ones who can make you feel like this?” Mik was returning to his previous pace now, a fact that was so relieving, Denali almost forgot to answer.

“You, daddy, you and Rosé, only you two make me feel this good, you make me crazy, God, please let me come please—“

“Tell us what you are, sweetheart,” Mik leaned down to whisper in Denali’s ear, his voice taking on a soothing tone when Denali sobbed in response.

“I’m—I—“

Another flick of Rosé’s wrist, a change in Mik’s angle, and Denali couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m a good boy, your good boy, please daddy, I need to come so bad, please— oh, oh, fuck, fuck—“

Rosé and Mik must have known he was at his limit, because they didn't ask anymore of him. They just kissed him and praised him and finally, finally told him he could come. Rosé’s hand was painted white with come as Mik continued to fuck Denali through his orgasm, milking out every bit of pleasure they could possibly give him. And by the time he could finally see straight again he didn’t care how tired he was, or how sore, or how much his lovers had tormented him. He was happy and sated, high on pleasure, and he wouldn’t take the feeling back for the world.

He was ready to call it a night, especially after the hectic start of his day, but somehow Denali knew his boyfriends wouldn't stay restless for that long. He just wasn't too sure if he could handle having them all over him for the third time in such a short period, no matter how much he wanted to please them. He felt pleasantly sore all over, and he knew he'd have trouble moving in the next few minutes.

Denali was about to tell Mik and Rosé just that when he heard the rustling of the sheets on the bed, followed quickly by heavy breathing and soft groans. He opened blurry eyes, turning his head towards the side of the mattress.

He was only half surprised to see Rosé hovering above Mik, with the oldest keeping his wrists firmly pinned above his head. Unlike him before, Mik wasn't even trying to squirm underneath their boyfriend, merely trying to kiss him instead, whining when Rosé moved away slightly.

Denali's eyes widened when he caught the free hand of Rosé moving down to Mik's hips, already untying the strap with practiced ease and smirking while doing so. Denali already knew what would happen — he had witnessed it happen so often before with different variations maybe, but it still stayed the same: his boyfriends taking care of each other after he was left fully sated.

He loved to watch them play together and seeing it unfold in front of his curious eyes. They traded roles so easily according to their moods, often without even a need to actually ask out loud. Denali was always eager to know what would happen and this time wasn't an exception.

He had just started to come down to earth, slowly moving himself to sit against the headboard, now with an even better view of his lovers kissing fervently. Rosé was already making a mess out of Mik, and Denali could hear him moan, even if it was slightly muffled.

Denali's dark eyes followed the way Rosé’s arm flexed, relentless with his pacing; he watched as the oldest broke the kiss to tease Mik’s burning skin. When Rosé firmly bit down on his pulse point, Denali could hear Mik pant, finally putting some struggle to the grasp Rosé had on his wrists.

Rosé tutted gently at this, slowing his movements enough to have Mik complain, but Denali figured Rosé was already riled up enough by having taken care of him with Mik earlier, and Rosé promptly picked up back his former speed. From the wicked glint in his eyes, Denali knew Rosé wouldn't stop there and make Mik come just like this, and he sat up straighter against the headboard more than ready to watch them. He wasn't going to miss a single second of it if he had his way.

Denali could feel his body reacting to all he was seeing and hearing, and he hesitantly trailed a hand down his chest, not quite ready to have direct stimulation but also wanting to bank on the warmth he still felt lingering in his lower stomach. And it only increased when Rosé turned a hungry look towards him, licking his lips as he cocked his head towards the youngest.

“Go wild.”

Denali didn’t need to be told twice. They worked in a smooth motion, Denali taking Rosé’s place without so much as a moment gone to waste, kneeling over Mik and boxing him in.

“Can I go down on you?” Denali took his time kissing over Mik’s body, voice full of hope as he whispered the question against his skin. Mik swallowed hard in response, and Denali could practically hear the younger man’s throat as he nodded.

“Need to be opened up, but want your tongue first…”

“Why not both?” Denali winked, and Mik rolled his eyes, but laughed nonetheless.

“Just fuck me already,” he shook his head, still laughing a little.

Denali didn’t have it in him to deny his baby any longer. He began kissing his way down Mik’s body, taking time to explore the places he knew made Mik go wild. And of course it worked—by the time Denali finally made his way to the apex of Mik’s thighs he was nothing but a puddle beneath him, squirming and sighing and very clearly putting effort into keeping his arms on the bed, not grabbing at Denali and pulling his hair like Denali knew he wanted.

“Spread your legs a little wider, angel.”

Denali looked up with wide eyes to see Rosé hovering beside them, hand stroking along his cock as he watched the sight in front of him. With a wink, he tossed Denali their bottle of lube before sitting back on his heels, still stroking himself and waiting.

“I’m not going to deprive you,” Rosé shrugged. “Play with him as much as you’d like, darling. He’ll let us know when he’s ready for me.”

“Please,” Mik added breathlessly, and Denali decided right then and there that he couldn’t wait anymore. He coated his fingers in lube and turned his attention back to Mik, finally setting to work.

Up until then, Denali hadn’t realized just how much he’d taken eating Mik out for granted. How much he’d missed the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue, missed feeling the twitch of his thighs and the buck of his hips under his ministrations. How he’d missed the way Mik’s little sighs and moans clued Denali into exactly what he was feeling as he circled his entrance with wet fingers, easing inside of him slowly and pulling out whimpers that were music to Denali’s ears. He could do this forever, he really could--but he knew that right now, he needed to control himself. Rosé was watching and waiting for Denali’s permission to take over, and Denali wanted nothing more than to see the older man make their boyfriend come undone.

Then again, taking his time meant torture for both of the other men, and after all the shit they’d pulled this evening, didn’t they deserve it?

So he kept going relentlessly, pulling out every move he knew and even trying out some new stuff, until both his boyfriends looked like they were right on the edge of losing control.

Perfect. He had them right where he wanted them — and while he kind of wanted to continue riling them up just for the sheer pettiness of it. For how they had acted all day, Denali also wanted to see them have their moment.

He pulled himself away abruptly, watching with a smirk as his boyfriend helplessly tried to bring him back but to no avail. Denali had already moved back to his original place, easily trading his position with an overly eager Rosé, who had never seemed more ready before. He let one of his hands trail softly along the length of the older one’s arm, their eyes meeting for a few seconds. They shared everything in that simple gaze to be enough that words were unnecessary, but Denali still needed to push through in the near silence of the room, apart from heavy breathing and soft rustling of the sheets. “Take care of him.”

Denali broke into a small grin when he heard the chuckle his boyfriend let out. “You know I always do, but is he really ready?”

“Yes I am, now come on,” Mik loudly whined, grabbing Rosé’s body closer to his own. “And don’t say I’m impatient, just do something!”

Denali watched amusement unfold on Rosé’s expression but he still kept quiet, probably only because he was just as close to losing all his self-control. Denali was well aware that otherwise, Rosé would have just held back to see how much he could get away with before actually fucking him. While neither of them were the best at denying what Mik wanted, both in bed or not, Rosé usually had a better handle on it — especially if the youngest was acting up a bit.

Denali was startled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand squeeze his leg, and he caught smoldering blue eyes watching him. He held his gaze, not wavering when blunt nails dug almost painfully into his skin. Denali only dared to move his eyes away when Mik himself broke their stare down, taking the whole scene in for the first time.

It didn’t matter that he had seen similar scenes so many times before. Something was always fascinating in witnessing his two lovers move so fluidly together, both of them grunting and moaning and whispering sweet nothings at each other between kisses — only for them to enjoy; only for him to see it. Denali watched with rapt attention as one of Rosé’s hands clutched the wrinkled up sheets near Mik’s face, while the other held on to one of his thighs. He was pretty certain that it would come to bruise on his pale skin, but it wasn’t something that bothered any of them.

He watched as one of Mik’s legs hooked around Rosé’s hip, wordlessly encouraging him to continue his actions, as if he would even dare to stop like that. They both were way past the stage of teasing, having taken it out mostly on him before. Denali could see it in how Rosé’s thrusts were already wild and uncontrolled, paces away from the way Mik had controlled his own when Denali had been in his place. He could see it in the thin layer of sweat shining on both their bodies, with how they were both shaking. He could see it in how Mik’s back was arching off the bed, his nails dragging along his leg, only making him more involved in what was happening in front of him — not that Denali wasn’t already with how he was biting down on his already bruised bottom lip, dark eyes focused on them and a hand lazily touching himself.

He had been more or less trying to keep silent and not distract them from their time together, but it was difficult with the kind of show they were putting on for him. Every moan dragged out longer and sounded louder. They purposely exaggerated the deep rocking of their hips so he could clearly see what was happening. It was almost a blessing that Denali had already come twice in a row because otherwise, it would have been a problem. He was more than happy to just give himself a bit of pleasure without any pressure of coming again.

Denali barely caught the rough, low voice of Rosé saying he was close, and his eyes fell to a bright eyed and deeply flustered Mik, knowing without him saying anything that it wouldn’t take that long for him to come either. Not that he needed the indication, with how the indents of his boyfriend’s nails were littered around his leg. Denali was sure he had avoided a few scratches on Rosé’s shoulders and back because of it.

And then he got an idea, a wicked one, and smirked.

“You think you two can come just like this? No, I’m not done watching you yet — it’s still my birthday gift, yeah?”

Denali had to give it to Rosé, he did slow down once his brain caught his words, even if he groaned in displeasure at his intervention. Mik, on the other hand…

“I hate you,” the youngest grumbled, still letting his leg fall off for a second, his head falling back to the pillow now that Rosé was only slowly and shallowly pushing into him. Denali laughed at his misery and shrugged.

“What happened to the ‘we just started’ from earlier? Doesn't that apply to you two as well?”

“Come on, you’re evil,” retorted Rosé, huffing through both annoyance and the strength he needed to keep from bucking wildly as he had been doing before.

“Keep it up and you’re not coming,” he warned in a sickly sweet tone.

“You don’t make the rules —”

“It’s my birthday, I kinda do,” Denali argued, “you two had fun torturing me, so let me do it, too. I’m not that evil, I’m gonna let you come… eventually.”

While neither Mik nor Rosé looked particularly happy about the situation, they didn’t fight Denali any further. He suspected that they couldn’t, not while distracted like this. Their self-inflicted teasing was getting to them both, and Denali felt a spark of smug satisfaction as he watched both of them get closer and closer to cracking. Mik’s cheeks had practically set ablaze with effort and his hips twitched just the slightest bit, clearly unable to lie still completely. That was okay; Denali would give him that at least. After all, the clear effort the younger man was making was surprisingly cute. The fact that he wasn’t quite able to be good, and was unable to control himself completely was even better. Couple that with Rosé’s panting breaths, little whines of need just barely audible underneath that, and it was almost enough to get Denali going again too.

“You both look so precious like this,” he teased a little further as he let his hand wander down slowly between his own legs, beginning to play with himself lazily. “All needy and desperate. Bet it doesn’t feel so good when you’re on the receiving end of it, huh?”

“You like it and you know it,” Rosé retorted, but Mik’s whimper at the taunt betrayed that maybe, just maybe, Denali’s boyfriends were enjoying it just as much.

“Oh, I’m having fun, that’s for sure,” he grinned. “Tell you what, Mik, baby, you’re getting pretty vocal--tell me how you feel, and maybe I’ll let Rosé go a little faster, yeah? It’s only fair, after all.”

He knew he was going to get it the next time they did this, that neither Rosé nor Mik would forget the kind of shit he’d pulled tonight. But he could worry about that tomorrow. Right now, he was set on just enjoying the way Mik was struggling to find his words.

“What, you don’t want more?” he prodded again, grin widening. “Aw, how disappointing. I guess you really can come this way. Okay, Rosie, looks like you’re stuck like this--”

“No, please, fuck , feels so good, but I need more, please, Nali, let me have more?”

Denali couldn’t tell what was hotter--the desperation in Mik’s voice, or the way Rosé looked caught between betrayal and a plea of his own as he looked from Mik back up to Denali, checking for his next move.

“Good boy,” Denali hummed. “Alright, you can fuck for real now. But ,” he added, chest swelling with giddy excitement as he warned, “You both still need to ask to come, and if you don’t come together, then whichever of you would wind up coming last won’t be coming tonight.”

It was a false threat, in reality; Denali planned on pretending to take mercy, to enjoy hearing one of them grovel before he revealed the ruse, if it came to that. But he wasn’t going to let them know that. And in any case, the idea of them coming together?

He couldn’t help but stroke himself a little faster at the thought.

Denali didn't have to wait long to see them fall into action, Rosé instantly picked up back the speed he had from before, while Mik pulled at his hair, getting him closer, almost sobbing in relief. Rosé hummed appreciatively, leaning down even more to capture Mik's little whimpers into his mouth.

Denali let his eyes focus on his two lovers, knowing how close they still were, even when he had interrupted them for a moment. His hand brushed against the head of his cock as he picked up speed, and Denali moaned hoarsely, getting a look from Rosé, and a whimper of his name by Mik.

Denali didn't know if he was going to come once more just by watching them, but he didn't mind. It was enjoyable, and there was almost nothing more satisfying than to witness his two lovers fall off the edge.

He almost lost it himself when Rosé brought a hand down on their boyfriend’s hip, squeezing his bruised inner thigh and making him moan — and Denali might not have had the best point of view with how Mik's raised thigh was hiding it, but he knew what Rosé was doing, and it was more than enough. Especially when the sheer idea of it was mixed up with the high-pitched sounds Mik was letting out now. Denali felt a shiver running down his spine, his chest heaving. Hearing them taking pleasure was always making him crazy, and tonight was no exception. His hips canted up into his tight fist, and he fought to keep his eyes open to watch the scene in front of him unfold until the end.

Denali heard Mik’s scream first, but in his defense, Rosé's moan resonated only a few seconds after, and he stopped stroking himself instantly to the sound, wanting to take it all in without distraction. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, a voice told him they’d disobeyed, hadn’t asked like he’d told them to, but right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care. It was too satisfying to see them both in such pleasure, enjoying each other, enjoying him watching. He didn’t want it any other way.

Both Mik and Rosé were panting loudly, and Mik had his eyes firmly shut, an arm now flung across his eyes as he tried catching his breath under the strength of the orgasm. Rosé on the other hand had more or less no more strength left in his body, falling halfway on top of their boyfriend.

Denali got closer to them, gently stroking along Rosé's spine, the older one arching his back to get more of his touch. He leaned down to push back a few strands of dark hair from Mik's forehead, his boyfriend mumbling something he couldn't pick up. He dropped his body on the bed, staying slightly up on his elbow and waiting for them to come back down fully.

“Hi,” he turned a soft smile towards Mik, who was the first to look up again, the fuzzy, sated bliss in his eyes making Denali’s heart warm.

“ Fuck, that was good, ”  Mik let out a breathy laugh in response, wiping the sweat from his brow as a tired smile broke onto his face.

“You definitely put me through the works, I’ll say that,” Denali teased, stooping down to give the younger man a kiss.

“I think you still aren’t done, though.”

Denali and Mik both turn to Rosé, who in the time since Denali had shifted his focus away had pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking them both up and down with a bemused twinkle in his eye. And for a second, Denali isn’t really sure what he means, until he looks down and--

Oh .

“Huh,” Mik looks down at Denali’s semi, eyes wide with half-shock, half-satisfaction at what he and Rosé had done to their boyfriend. “I gotta say, I knew you were pent up, but three times? I’m impressed.”

Denali blushed fiercely, the heat in his face only intensifying when Mik and Rosé both tittered at his reaction.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” Rosé teased, scooting closer and running a hand up Denali’s thigh. “It’s okay. Here, I know you’re tired--let us take care of you one last time, then we can relax, yeah? How does that sound?”

Denali weighed his options for a moment, but shook his head, unable to stifle a yawn as he did. The truth of the matter was, he already knew he’d be sore tomorrow, especially after everything he’d been through today. He didn’t need to add a broken dick on top of that, since he knew how relentless his boyfriends could be. He’d need to be in tip-top shape for the next week, otherwise he’d never survive.

Besides, there was a part of him that kind of felt like he didn’t actually need anything more, no matter how much his boner tried to say to the contrary. He’d been lavished with attention all evening, every need met for him, and even watching his boyfriends just now--sure, it turned him on, but his satisfaction with the display had gone beyond that. Because it wasn’t just sexy seeing Rosé and Mik fuck, it was also just plain nice for lack of a better word. Hearing Mik’s moans, seeing Rosé’s hips buck in such a wild, yet measured way--it filled Denali with a sense of contentment that was second to none. After all, there was nothing better than seeing Mik and Rosé happy, engaged with and enjoying each other as they played together. In Denali’s mind, that was the real treat of seeing them fuck, so really, did he even need anything else?

“I’m good,” he shrugged, moving up the bed to lie back against the pillow and making grabby-hands at both his boyfriends. “Now c’mere and cuddle me, will you?”

Rosé and Mik both obliged happily without another word.