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different anon here but I absolutely loved the voice kink post, could I maybe ask for a little of spin off of that, and if you feel comfortable could I ask Gojo, Geto and Nanami separately with a reader who is into degradation? Especially the one mixed with praise like how much of a good cocksleeve they are for the boys?

Voice Kink?! (Part Two)

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,550

Warnings: degradation, cursing, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (M +F Receiving), spicy smut!

A/N: all three parts are a continuation of Part One! Please enjoy! I hope I did okay with the degradation! 😅

Part One

Gojo Satoru:

It had been about two weeks since your boyfriend found you listening to your smutty audiobook. That night, you had rough and passionate sex until either of you could function like normal human beings. Seeing how squirmy and turned on you got just by the sound of his voice gave Satoru a sure confidence boost! You didn't need smutty ASMR clips or audiobooks. All you needed was him.

At least, that's what he'd assumed.

So imagine his surprise when the two of you were at the gym. He was doing the leg press while you worked on the stationary bike. He glanced over at you; he held up two fingers, letting you know he had two sets left to do. But when he looked at your face, it wasn't the face of someone working out hard. No Gojo knew that face better than anyone else.

The way you bit down on your bottom lip with narrowed eyes, how you were in the process of doing your own leg presses, squeezing your thighs together, rubbing them gently, trying to be subtle, but failing miserably. You were horny, and from the earbuds in your ears, Gojo knew you were once again listening to your smutty stories.

That knowledge alone had him disregarding his final two sets, rushing to wipe down the equipment before he towered over you. Gojo smirked coldly the second you turned to acknowledge him. His eyes were dark; his jaw was clenched tight as a vein in his forehead poked out.

“Come on, sweetheart, I think we’ll finish my workout at home.”

He didn't emphasize that his workout would be you. The second you stepped into the apartment, Satoru was on you. His hands tugged your sweaty gym clothes off, yanking the seat belt off your waist. You giggled, not realizing he was upset, until he pushed you toward the living room, bending you over the coffee table.

“Satoru—?” you hesitantly ask, “Uhm, baby?”

His foot kicks your knees apart before his hands tug your tight gym pants down past your thighs, pooling them around your knees. “Yes, slut?” Your pussy throbbed as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

“W-Well, that wasn't very nice!”

“Oooh and you think rubbing those cute little thighs together at the gym was nice? Stimulating my pussy out in public here, anyone could see? Like a dirty fucking slut?”

Satoru isn't blind; he sees how you rock your hips. “I-I wasn't—” Smack! “Ah!” you cry out, rocking your hips forward as Satoru spanks you again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't lie to me, sweetheart~ you've been such a bad girl, haven't you? Listening to those nasty books in public~ getting all wet because someone is whispering dirty things in that ear?” Satoru smacks your ass again. “What a nasty fucking slut.”

Your panting, pressing your ass back against him, desperate for him to touch you. “Y-Yes, I was listening to my book~ wh-while watching you work out!” The hand on your ass trails down, plunging two fingers inside of your tight heat. “N-nngh!!” you cry out, gripping the edge of the coffee table for support.

“Imaging me fucking you~? Whispering those dirty, smutty things in your ear?” You can't speak as he rubs your g-spot, wet, squelching sounds flooding the room. “Ah~ does it feel so good my little slut can't answer?” Satoru’s tongue runs up the nape of your neck before leaning in next to your ear. “Don’t worry~ you don't have to answer because this needy little cunt is doing all the talking for you.”

The wet squelches got louder as Satoru finger fucks you faster. You're crying out, digging your manicured nails into the wood grain. Seeing you in such a messy and desperate has Satoru yanking his fingers out of your pussy before tugging his sweats down. His fat throbbing cock rubbing over your ass.

“Mhmm, you like this~ you like it when I call you out for being such a dirty whore~ god, what am I going to do with you, huh?” Pre-cum is smeared all over your ass before Satoru grabs it by the base, prodding the leaking tip against your entrance. “Maybe I should fuck you like the whore you are.”

“Fuckin do it!”

You cried out, rocking back, trying to get him inside of you. Your boyfriend smirked, eyebrows raising at you futilely. He cooed, squeezing your ass, watching you blindly, trying to get him to fuck you. You were so desperate and horny; you always got worked up when he talked nasty to you.

“Oh, come on slut~ use me like a dildo~ come on, you can do it.”

“Torruu~ Toru, please!”

“Nu-uh—put your back into it, fuck yourself.”

Sighing in defeat, you reached between your legs, easing his cock inside of you with a whine. You pushed yourself back further, slowly fucking yourself back and forth on him. Satoru smugly smirked as you rocked yourself; His hands groped at your ass, massaging it, “What a good girl~ fucking herself on my cock like the slut she is~! Does that feel good~?” his words had you whining, nodding your head as you began to rock back harder against him.“Mmmh fuck pretty girl~ your ass is rippling with each thrust~ good girl~!” Satoru grits his teeth as you clench down around him, milking him. “N-Nnngh!” Those warm large hands that had been eagerly massaging the fat of your ass move to grip your hips instead.

“S-Satoru—please! Please!”

“Please, what?” Your boyfriend's voice is husky as he groans, pressing himself all the way into you, his cock hitting your cervix.

“Please fuck me!”

“Since my slutty girlfriend begged so prettily, I guess I can give her what she wants.”

Without another word, Satoru’s cock slides out the tip threatening to pop out of your tight heat before slamming back in with a force that rocks the table. Your eyes widen, mouth agape in a silent scream as he hits your g-spot and cervix with a single thrust. He pulls back out again before slamming into you harder. Satoru’s fingers grip your hips so hard it stings, but it's a pain you welcome.

“Look at you~ getting yourself fucked stupid.” You clamp down harder while pathetically whimpering against the table. “But you do it so well~! Taking my cock so fucking good! Like you were made for it slut.” You whine louder with a string of ‘yes’ leaving your lips that has his cock twitching and hardening inside of your wet walls. “Such a good little slut~ I should thank you for being such a dirty whore in public fuuuck shouldn't I?”

“T-Toru!”

“Well, thank you~ sweetheart, for being such a good little slut and getting off in public!” One of his hands leaves your hip, grabbing your head and pressing it against the table. “Haaah! Hah fuck~! Fuuuuck d-don’t I deserve a thank you~? Hmm? For fucking you like you wanted?”

His hips are moving like a jackhammer, plowing you hard, hitting all of the right spots while moving the coffee table against the floor with each thrust. You cry out with tears as you drool against the table's surface. He’s losing control, his dicks expanding, fingers twitching as he whines. God, this was so good. Your twitch convulsed around him, screaming out loud.

“T-Thank you! Thank you, Toru!! I-Im c-cu—”

“That's right, cum for me slut,” he groans through clenched teeth, “cum all over my cock!” As Satoru feels you clamping around him, he growls, dropping his head against your shoulder as you squirt hard, soaking the floor. Your boyfriend whines, lips brushing against your skin. “G-Good girl~! Fuck~! Good fuckin’ girl~! Milk my cock! That’s it!” His hips are erratic as he lets out a loud whine before cumming deep inside of you. Spurts of hot cum make your cry softly as Gojo fills you to the absolute brim, his hips weakly rocking into you, pushing his cum further inside until he stops, sighing heavily.

You lay there against the table as Satoru groans above you. His glossy lips gently move over your sweat-sheen skin. His hands gently massage your waist as he trails kisses up your back. You hum contentedly as you turn your head, kissing him softly. His lips move lazily against yours before he sighs.

“Now that was a cool down.” He kisses you again, pulling out of you gently before lifting you. “Let's get showered and crawl in bed.” there wasn't a single complaint from you as Satoru carried you to the bathroom.

Geto Suguru:

The glass is so cold against your breasts as Suguru rocks his hips against you. Since you left the work function, he'd been eagerly rushing to get you home. And now that he had you in the comfort of your home, he wouldn’t hold back.

“A-Ah Suguru!” you cry out as his large hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face away from the window and overlooking the street before you. “D-Do we have to do it right here?”

His intoxicating earthy musk flooded your senses as he purred into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. “What was that? Is my little slut shy now?” the degrading words had your eyes rolling back. His hands pushed your skirt up, pooling it around your hips. “You were so needy at the party, and now that we're in the comfort of our home, you're suddenly shy?” Your husband took your earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. “Or did squirting on my fingers satisfy you enough?”

“N-No, that’s fuck—that’s not it.”

“Oooh? Then what is it?”

“T-The neighbors might see.”

Dark strands of hair fall over your shoulder as your husband laughs. For a second, the finest of seconds, you believe he might let you go and drag you to the bedroom. But instead, his hands leave your hips, trailing up to your breasts where he yanks your bra down, exposing your tits. Your gas before he shoves you against the window, breast squeezing against the cool surface.

“But you weren't so shy at the party. So why is it my cocksleeve is so shy now?”

Your loving husband never called you such derogatory things before. For him to call you such nasty words, well, unfortunately, it had a fire burning between your legs. You liked the side of him, hearing him call you his cocksleeve, knowing that he saw you as his, and his alone had your chest heavy with arousal. It was so hot you rubbed your thighs together, a movement that did not go unnoticed by your husband.

“My oh my, what a night this has turned out to be,” he growled in your ear, his hands slowly trailing back down your curves, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your underwear. “First, I learned that you get off to the sound of my voice, and now I can see you getting off to me degrading you?”

“C-Cant help it, Sugu—” your husband watched you rock back, “you're so hot, I get wet over everything you do.”

“Oh?” RIIIIP!! You gasped, feeling your laced underwear fall to the floor underneath you. “Looks like my slutty wife finally learned how to tell the truth.”

The next thing you manage to hear over your heavy breathing is the sound of Suguru’s belt being unbuckled and his zipper being pulled down. Your breath fogs up the window as Suguru’s thick fat cock prods at your tight entrance teasing your needy hole. God, you wanted him so bad; if he didn't get inside of you, STAT, you might lose your mind.

“M-Mmmhm fuck~ Suguru~”

“Shhh~ I know what my little fucktoy needs.” he spits into the palm of his hand, coating his cock with saliva. “Does my little cum slut want my load? Hmm? Is that it bitch?” He presses his cock against your e trance, the tips slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscles.

“P-Please, I want it, I need it, Sugu.” the feeling of the tip of his cock pushing inside of you has you slamming your hands against the window. “Oooh fuck!”

Suguru trails hot open, mouthed kisses down your neck with a grunt. “You need it~? You want to be my fuck toy; are you going to be a good girl and allow me to fill you with my cum? Fuck it into you so deep it seeps out of you all night? Is that what you want?” He slides in only an inch. “Use your big girl words and tell me.” Even without an answer, Suguru pushes in further, growling against your sensitive, heated skin.

“P-please want it! I wanna be filled.”

“Ooh, what a good little slut telling me what she fucking wants.” Suguru slammed into you all at once, filling you to the brim. Your eyes went wide, and a wheezed whine escaping Suguru roughly began fucking into you from behind. “Such a desperate cum hungry whore~ getting off to the sound of my voice~ talking to her like a common whore.”

Your husband likes seeing you so flushed and turned on. How you slid your hands down the window, your moans fogging up the window panel as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. Hearing the gasps and moans had him fuckinf into you earnestly, his eyes narrowing as he reached around toying with your clit, as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest, allowing his throbbing cock to push further inside of you.

“Look at you are taking this dick like a good slut, taking it so deep~ I wonder if you could see me bulge in your tummy~?” he rests his chin on your shoulder, trying to look. “Awe, you tightened around me. Like a good girl~ your pussy is so honest.”

“S-Suguru!” drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth, “Sugu~!”

His thrusts are deep, each drag of his velvety cock hitting your sweet spots, making you cry out louder as your eyes roll back into your head. You felt so good, and seeing you in such a state had your husband bucking his hips faster, pressing you harder against the glass, leaving your breasts on perfect display for any poor soul that decided to walk by, but that was the fun of it. Not only was Sugurh’s dirty talk getting you going, but the possibility of having someone see you like this made you all the wetter.

The feeling of your slick and his ore-cum coating his cock had Suguru nipping at your shoulders. “That's it~ take every inch of my cock~ god, you nasty little bitch, getting me all worked up at the party~ making me fuck you here against the window like some run-of-the-mill slut instead of my loving wife.” he chuckled against your skin. “But you like this, don't you? Like the possibility of getting caught? Having our neighbors who view you as a sweet loving wife see what a hungry cock slut you are for your husband.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, I want that.”

“Mhmm~ good girl~ good fucking girl so honest~!” his hips move fast, slamming you against the wall with each thrust, drawing cries of pleasure out of you. “That’s it~ that’s it~ fuuuuck your cunt is milking me~ nnngh! So good, baby~ so fucking good~!”

Why was he so hot?! He didn’t have to do much to get you all worked up. Suguru had that effect on you, and he knew it from the way your knees buckled as his fingers rubbed your clit in circles.

“ I-I’m gonna cum! Ooooh fuck I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Yeah? Gonna squirt for me again, princess~?” You nod, arching back. “So good~ do it slut cum for me, cum all over our window~ just show our neighbors just how fucking slutty you are for your husband.”

Not needing to be told twice, you screamed, head thrown back, resting against Suguru’s shoulder as you squirted all over the window. The sight of your cum slowly dripping down its surface was enough to send your husband over the same orgasmic cliff. His his stuttered as he sunk his teeth into your skin, biting you as he fucked his thick cum inside of you, pushing it in as deep as he possibly could.

“Cummin~ oooh fuck I’m cumming, princess~!” He groaned as he pulled back away from the bite mark. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Only once you both are done shaking does Suguru pull out of you. He quickly pulls the curtain shut before he leans against it, cradling you gently against his chest. His voice is deep and smooth as he hums your name over and over again as the last waves of your orgasms pass.

“Princess, mmm, you’re utterly insatiable.” He groans as he pulls out of you. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Sugu~ god, I love it when you talk dirty to me like that.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm~ makes me wet and needy.”

Suguru has you over his shoulder in one swoop, carrying you towards the bedroom. “Good. I hope you’re ready to soak the bed because I’m not even close to being done with you.” In that instant, you were so glad you had invested in a waterproof mattress cover.

Nanami Kento:

“Look at the mess you made.” you’re on your knees, looking up at your boyfriend who towers above you. His hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking it as he motions towards the wet spot on his suit pants. A mess that was caused by yourself when you squirted all over his cock at the school. Didn't warn you not to make a mess?”

Nanami strokes himself up and down, squeezing at the tip of his cock. His head tilts back as a bead of pre-cum dribbles out of the tip. If you knew, this was where you would end up after blatantly disobeying him, you might’ve reconsidered your choices. All you wanted to do was to take him into your mouth and him like he had done for you. But you had made a mess all over his final pursuit; he had decided to pleasure himself above you.

“Such a disobedient whore of a girlfriend I have.” He grunts, stroking himself faster. “Getting off to me shouting, then she has the indecency of begging for me to fuck her on school grounds.”

“Kento please—just let me—” you read your hand up to grip his shaft, only to have your hand watered away by Nanami’s left hand. “Please I wanna make you feel good!”

Nanami chokes on a moan, his eyes rolling back as he strokes his cock faster. “Then perhaps instead of being a dirty needy slut, you should’ve considered what may have happened once we got home. I was planning fully on fuck you into the mattress. But someone was impatient, needy, and desperate for my cock like the whore she is.” You whine at the derogatory terms he’s throwing at you. It makes your pussy throb, eager to please him for him to use you and call you such things. But for him to stand above, you jerking himself off above your face. This was like torturous foreplay, like edging.

“Kento I’m sorry!” Nanami glances down at your face watching as you stick your bottom lip out in a pout. “Please let me help you! I’ll let you use my mouth, please!”

“Now you’re begging for it like some cum thirsty, bitch in heat?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m begging for it! I want you so bad~ please Kento~ please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me suck you off!”

Your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as you continued to stare up at your boyfriend. His gaze softens just a bit, as he hums, taking in your needy desperate appearance. You're squirming, pushing your thighs together, your hands gripping at your pants, as an outlet for all of the desire coursing through your veins. As much as Nanami would have loved to keep this act up, stroking his cock, making you suffer, he couldn't deny that he would much rather use you.

Nanami grunted, stepping closer to you, holding his cock out in front of your mouth. “You begged so nicely, it would be such a shame not to reward you.” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your bottom lip. “Now open up, and say ahh~”

“Ahh~!”

Nanami grunted, shoving his cock deep inside of your throat without any warning. Your eyes went wide as you choked around him, gagging as he gripped the sides of your face. Tears blurred your vision as you focused on exhaling through your nose at the sudden intrusion of his covk kissing the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck~ I thought my dirty need slut wanted me to fuck her mouth?” a blond eyebrow arched as you hummed around his shaft. “You're such a dirty girl~ are you thirsty for my cum?” You hummed again, glancing up at him as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “Then be a good girl for once in your pathetic life and take it all.”

Nanami pulled his cock out of your mouth before slamming it back in the tip, kissing the back of your throat deliciously. You choked and gagged but focused your attention on breathing through your nose and it attempt not to gag. Even though you put in your best effort not to gag around your boyfriends cock, you choked, gurgling around, winning, satisfied, groan from above you. Nanami sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as he set a pace, one that had your clenching, as your arousal soaked your underwear.

“Oooh that's it, just like that dirty little slut. Oooh, haaah fuck~!” You gagged more, moaning as he gripped both sides of your face and we can fucking you. His cock slipped down the back of your throat, causing more tears to stream down your face. “Such a good girl. Take my cock like some fucking whore. But you’re not just any common fucking whore are you? No, you’re my whore.”

You cried out softly nodding as he gripped your face harder, facing your mouth faster. “M-mmm! Ngggh!” you gagged, shutting your eyes tight in pure concentration.

“Oh fuck, fuck you're doing such a good job~ like my own little personal fleshlight~ so good pretty girl~ So. Fucking. Good.” With each thrust you could feel Nanami’s cock getting harder, growing in size as his cock dribbled sweet pre-cum all over your tongue, feeding your lust. “Ah~ shit~ love~!”

Your gagging and moans, drew Nanmi’s attention down. As he fucked your face he watched your eyes shut tight, as your nostrils flared as you struggled to breath through your nose. But the flush that dusted your beautiful skin, told him you were getting off on this as much as he was. His voice, the way he spoke down to you as he fucked your face. All of these factors put together was driving you mad. Thinking about how wet you must be had Nanami yanking his cock out of your mouth.

You coughed roughly drool and precum dripping down your chin as Nanami yanked you up pulling you on to your feet dragging you into the bedroom. He laid down on his back patting his chest as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. You watched him for a moment before he growled grabbing you with his freehand pulling you onto the bed.

“Sit on my face while you suck my cock. I want to taste you.”

“Y-Yes sir!”

A pleased hum of approval sounded in Nanami’s chest as you slipped out of your shorts. “Ooh looks like my little slut can follow simple directions.” You straddled his face, your cheeks burning as you bent forward taking his cock inside of your mouth, just as Nanami spread your folds apart, watching your entrance twitch as you gagged on him. By god, your slick coated your pussy, you really loved him talking down to you.

“Mhmm~” he ran his tongue slowly over your slit, licking from your dripping entrance all the way to your clit. “Fuck~ my dirty girl tastes so good.” his tongue repeated the same movements as you began deep-throating him. “Mmhm~ fucn~ fuck so sweet~ you're getting wetter~ you like sucking on your man’s cock that much hub? Yeah you ducking do.”

“Gahh~” you gagged around him as he began bucking his hip up into your mouth. His cock slid down the back of your throat, as he slipped his tongue inside of your cunt, lapping at the warm spongy walls, groaning as your juices coated his tongue. “Mmm~!!”

Nanami groaned from below you, his face buried deep between your legs as you bobbed up and down, groaning and moaning around his throbbing shaft. Hearing the desperation in you moans, feeling your mouth wrapped so tightly around him, had Nanami moving just as eagerly as you, tongue swirling inside you, the tip rubbing perfectly over that sweet spot deep inside of your, as he reached his hand between your bodies rubbing circles around your clit.

“Mhmm~ fuck~ fuck yes what a good girl~ suckjng my cock so good evening with my tongue buried inside her pussy. Mmm.” Lips replaced his fingers as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck yeah~ mhmm my dirty girl~ suck my cock~ keep it up~ I'm almost there~!”

Your boyfriend dick throbbed deep inside of your mouth as his orgasm crept up on him. He groaned, as you cupped his balls massaging them

In your hands. And that, along with a loud moan around his aching dick has cum filling your mouth. The sweet-salty tang coats your tongue as you try to swallow, but that's a little difficult. Nanami is moaning into your pussy as bucks his hip, losing himself in his orgasm, pulling you down with him.

You cum all over his face, pulling off his dick in a miss of spit and cum. The mess you weren't able to swallow spills all over Nanami's abdomen, as you ride his tongue, crying out his name as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. And your boyfriend, oh he swallows every drop, lapping and flicking his tongue swallowing it down like it was the finest wine in the word. He only gives up his relentless efforts as when you pull away, fighting to free yourself from over stimulation.

“Haaah, haaah-fuck Kento.” you gasp out as he sits up your hip as positing you to sit on his lap with your back against his firm chest. “T-That felt s-so good.”

“Ooh~? Good, because we're just getting started.” his hardening erection rubs over your sore cunt, leaving you staring down in stunned silence: “ooh you didn't think that was your punishment for getting my suit dirty did you?”

“U-Uh—”

“Love, no, that was just a warm up.” he lovingly kissed your cheek turning you to face the mirror on your dresser. “You're in for a long night of making up for the mess you made, by making several messes of your own.”

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Unhuman (NSFW)

paul atreides x female!oc

summary: in the dark, a woman shows up in paul's room unannounced and gives him something he'll come to crave.

warnings: 18+, p in v sex, creampie, unnatural amount of cum, slight dubcon ? (paul is put under a spell to make him horny and in a trance-like state so idk), mention of knives, pure smut.

words: 1,852

a/n: i don't know where this character came from lol i just started writing. this makes no actual sense in the dune universe btw i just wanted to write about paul. also this took me over 10 days to write cus i kept procrastinating and i still don't really like it but oh well.

Paul awakens to a feeling that he is not alone in the bedroom he lays. A sense of unease creeps up the back of his neck, hairs standing, as he scans the room for the movement of shadow.

He sees it: a static movement in front of the closed door. He is able to make out the shape of the figure as his eyes adjust to the darkness. It's small but only seems to be a few inches shorter than Paul, however does not have the frame of any man he can think of. A woman, most probably.

"Who are you?" Paul asks. His voice is calm but his mind and rapid heart are not as he reaches for the dagger that usually rests without use under his pillow. He stands, hiding the weapon behind his back, the cold steel pressed against his bare skin.

The woman walks towards him with confident strides. Paul holds in a breath and tightens his grip on the knife. When she's mere inches from him, she draws a knife of her own from her side and presses the tip against the underside of Paul's chin.

"Drop it," she demands. He obeys on command despite the Voice not being used. Paul doesn't feel as though she possesses the ability to use it, and yet, he feels an odd inclination to do as she says.

Paul huffs out the air from his lungs. Her eyes are large and almost seem to be glowing; they're dark as a starless night sky, though he can't make out the colour. Her lips are plump and inviting. She pushes the knife upwards slightly, nearly breaking the skin, before dropping it herself. It clatters against the floor though Paul barely hears it. He has the overwhelming desire, suddenly, to kiss her.

"Who are you?" He asks. He wishes to be assertive in this moment, threatening to the unknown intruder, but he finds his voice will not obey and instead every word he utters comes out as a beg of a higher pitch. What is he begging for?

"It doesn't matter who I am." Her voice is soft and comes out unhuman, like an echoed whisper in the wind. Paul wonders if she's an angel, or a spirit, with her unnatural beauty. "I know who you are, and I'm quite surprised this is working so well on someone like you."

"May I...May I know, at least, what your purpose here is?" Paul's voice is low and hoarse and he can barely get the words out. He's been hypnotized by her - his hands squeeze together behind his back so as not to give into the urge to touch. She needs to leave.

She grins and looks down over Paul's half-naked frame. She rests a warm hand over the right side of his chest. His breath hitches. "I've come to give you something," she replies, her voice sweet and intoxicating. "I'm sure you'll like it, as will I."

Paul, without thought, places his hand over hers. "Has somebody sent you?"

She sighs and drops her hand. Paul's eyebrows furrow in worry; he doesn't want her to leave before she gives him whatever it is she's here for. All worries disappear when her hand returns to touch his face. "Yes, Paul, but I cannot disclose by who."

Paul's name on her lips make him gasp and lean into her touch. She's turned him into an obedient puppy, his eyes hazy and wide with anticipation and his red lips parted lazily. In a part of his mind that is usually far closer to him than now, he's disgusted with himself, his lack of the authority that's expected of him.

"May I see what you have come to give me?" His voice is a whine now. He wants to slap himself for his stupidity. He should tell her to leave, draw the knife to her throat and demand to know who she is, but he doesn't. Instead, he twists his head towards her palm and plants a soft kiss in the middle of it. She smiles at this gesture.

"Yes, of course."

Paul inhales deeply as her soft fingers slide from the side of his face and down his neck, fluttering over his collarbone then over his nipple, down his stomach. Her fingers leave a tingle behind on the skin she's touched. She stops once her hand is rested on his lower abdomen, edging dangerously close to his stirring arousal. "Please..." Paul whispers, barely audible.

"Will you lay down for me, Paul?" She asks sweetly. Paul nods, over and over, until he's rested on his back, his hands drawn up towards his chest in remaining insecurity over his fragile frame.

The woman is straddled over his lower hips in seconds though he didn't see her move, as if she used some sort of teleportation. She leans down until their mouths are barely touching, her breath light against his wet lips. "You're very beautiful, Paul. So delicate."

She reaches between their bodies and lightly grips his erection. A soft oh leaves his lips in a moan and he lifts his hips on instinct in search for friction. The head of his cock is wet and stains the thin material of his pants. He can almost swear, through the daze of his brain, that his erection is far bigger than it typically is, barely contained in the fabric. What he knows, for sure, is that his sensation to touch is amplified to an intensity he is unsure he can handle.

She connects her lips to his and they are as soft as Paul had imagined. He groans deeply into her mouth and pushes his wet tongue between her teeth. Their tongues dance together and her hand grips harder, stroking him frustratingly slow. "Please..." It's as if please is the only word he knows.

She pulls away and smiles, nodding in understanding, and grips the waistband of his pants to slide them down. His cock frees and makes a dirty slap against his stomach, loud in the stillness of the room. Paul reaches for her and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back down so they lay skin to skin. She's so warm, and she's naked. Paul wonders if she's been naked this whole time, shadowed by the dark.

She leans into his ear, massages his curls between her fingers. "I'll make you feel good," she whispers so lightly Paul wouldn't have heard if it weren't for the deep silence of the room besides their breaths and his beating heart. He can't hear hers, nor can he feel it against his chest.

"Yeah?" Is all he can mutter, dizzy with desire as he feels her wetness slide over his cock, tip rubbing against her clit. Her pace is slow, too slow, so Paul grips her tighter and lifts his hips upward in a smooth rhythm, meeting her movements. She lets out a moan against his ear, so unhuman but so lovely he wonders if this is in fact a dream.

"Yes." With that, she lifts her hips and sinks down onto Paul's erection, filling her to the hilt. He shrieks an ungodly moan at the feeling and almost cums but manages to, somehow, hold it in. It's the best sensation he's ever felt.

"I can't, I can't," he repeats in huffs, "I don't think I'll last long, I don't—"

"Shh." She places her lips to his neck, sucking on the warm, salty skin. He goes pliant at this: arms slack and dropping to his side, his hands flexing and reaching for sheets to grip. He lets out a shaky whine. He wouldn't mind if his only purpose in life was to exchange pleasure with her, whoever she is.

Once she finally moves, her hips lifting slowly before coming back down again, his head pushes back into the pillow and a whimper escapes his throat. His neck is further exposed and she switches to the other side, sucking there. Paul lightly grips her hair, shorter than his own, and arches his back off the bed.

Her movements increase in speed and, against the sensitive skin of his neck where she's licked and sucked and nipped at, she asks: "Am I fulfilling my promise?"

A sobby whine vibrates in his chest as he nods, his cock leaking profusely with clear liquid inside of her. He's so blissed out he's unable to speak, eyes pricking with tears.

The noises that fill the room are unholy, wet slaps and heated groans of pleasure. She's mainly quiet besides the occasional soft moan when Paul bucks his hips upward to meet her in the middle.

She disconnects her wet, full lips from his neck and connects them to his lips once again, breathing in his steady flow of moans. She takes his cock fully and begins to rock her hips forward and backward, sucking on his tongue as she does so. He whimpers into her mouth at this sudden change of movement and grinds his hips to meet the rhythm of hers.

Paul turns his head to the side, disconnecting their lips, and throws his head back. He moves his hands from her hair to grip her ass and push her down, grinding harder with added force. He's close, and has a deep, forceful desire to cum inside of her.

"I'm gonna– Can I– Please–" Paul mumbles and whines against her ear, unable to form full sentences. His grinds become sloppy as his release climbs close and his grip on her loosens, hands flexed and shaking.

"Yes, Paul," she breathes against his ear, granting him permission. She plants a soft kiss against his cheek as he cums, calming him down with fingers through his hair as he writhes and moans loudly beneath her.

Tears run down his cheeks, cock pulsing inside of her heat and spurting out rope after rope of cum – an unnatural amount. He can feel the warm liquid seep out of her, pooling around the base of his cock and running down his tight balls. The feeling is so intense and delicious he knows that, if he is never to see her again, he may not be able to live with his craving for this. For her.

Once Paul has settled and his heart returns to a steady beat, she lifts her hips and his soaked, softening cock slides out of her and slaps against his thigh. More of his cum leaks out of her and onto his lower stomach. She smiles and places her hands on either side of his face, kissing him, then flips onto her back beside him.

Paul immediately rolls over and wraps his arms around her, unable to handle the lack of her touch. He rests his head against her chest and she lifts a hand to stroke his damp curls. "Don't go," he whispers.

The woman feels cruel knowing she eventually must. But she won't tell Paul this, not yet. Possibly she's been too harsh with her seduction, or Paul is far more sensitive to it than she assumed he would be.

"I won't," she fibs.

#paul atreides #paul atreides imagine #dune part 2 #timothee chalamet smut #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in May 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #62 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍃 Ocean Wave Blues by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(M, 49k, pirates) After the gruesome death of his Alpha, Harry takes over as the Captain of the Rose Arrow. Trying his best to uphold her reputation as being the most dreadful pirate ship to sail the Seven Seas.

🍃 and so I have to say (before I go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 27k, mystery) Sometimes falling in love is taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown with your eyes closed, hoping someone will be there to catch you. Sometimes falling in love is seeing the person in front of you, all their flaws and imperfections, and taking that leap nonetheless.

🍃 Room For One More Troubled Soul by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

(M, 25k, supernatural elements) Louis Tomlinson is the chief medical examiner of the Centre for the Law Enforcement of Supernatural Beings - more commonly referred to as simply "The Centre".

🍃 High heels on, 'm feeling alive by thebreadvan / @thebreadvansstuff

(M, 14k, uni) Harry damages a car when drunkenly stumbling home after a fun night out with his friends. Feeling horribly guilty, he tries to find the owner and make it up to him.

🍃 oh so familiar by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 13k, witch Harry/vampire Louis) A story of misguided enemies to lovers brought together by a stubborn orange tabby.

🍃 I Dig Your Cinema by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, exes) It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career.

🍃 Haze on the horizon by @lunarheslwt

(E, 6k, established relationship) Louis finds himself unexpectedly going into soft heat. Which would’ve been fine, except he is hundreds of miles away from his alpha, Harry, and he needs him. They make it work.

🍃 You're Already Home by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 5k, magical realism) It's Christmas Eve and Harry's life is normal. Then he finds someone's barred the door to his favourite hiding spot -- the old groundskeeper's cottage -- and suddenly Harry's life isn't normal anymore.

🍃 just a couple of my cravings by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 3k, crush) Summer's just around the corner and Louis' battling his addictions... Cigarettes and Harry Styles.

🍃 I'm not that other guy by @jaerie

(E, 3k, omegaverse) Harry has just come back from maternity leave when he unexpectedly goes into heat. He runs into a coworker on his way out.

🍃 Change of Plans by @haztobegood

(G, 2k, omegaverse) Harry and Louis plan to visit their families over Christmas. Sometimes, plans don't work out.

🍃 Into the Woods by @kingsofeverything

(E, 2k, tree adjacent porn lol) Whenever he hikes, Harry keeps an eye out for trees with knots and scars that resemble buttholes. What started as fodder for his silly little Instagram account has become his favorite way to masturbate.

🍃 Lights Are So Bright by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 2k, famous/famous) Newly first-string quarterback Louis Tomlinson mentions enough times in interviews that he's a fan of mega-famous popstar Harry Styles that people start to notice. At least one person does...

🍃 mosquito bites and cheap beer by @juliusschmidt

(M, 2k, exes-ish) Harry’s careful not to look at Louis as he plays. At least, he starts out that way. Part 2 of Cabin on the Bluff

🍃 Different Than You Do by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 2k, love confession) Louis and Harry have been friends for a little over four years. Louis has been in love with Harry for most of those years, even if he didn’t want to admit it at first. What happens when he impulsively decides to tell him?

🍃 On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13

(T, 1k, neighbors) Harry Styles: a day in the life...Stuck in a dress, Abandoned by his best friend, Date with hot neighbour. All in all, not the worst day ever

🍃 My heart's in overdrive, and you're behind the steering wheel by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass

(E, 1k, uni) Being late to class means Harry and Louis have to pose together for figure drawings. That being said, the hate each other, but maybe they don't?

🍃 Expresso by @reallynotmemoi

(NR, 880 words, uni) Louis falls in love at first sight with a boy from his Tuesday lectures, and proceeds to make a fool out of himself in front of said boy. But maybe not all is lost…

- Rare Pairs -

🍃 better latte than never by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 1k, Zayn/Harry) Harry was looking forward to the coffee cart at work. Until the subject of the previous night's fantasies lined up next to him.

🍃 No Constraints by @lululawrence

(NR, 863 words, Louis/Greg James) Louis is really not understanding this particular section of his Vector Calculus course, and his tutor doesn't seem to get what Louis is having a hard time with. Until he does.

#28th appreciation #ficrec #1dficvillage #hljournal #hlcreators #1dsquad

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Family Planning 3

Part 2

Eddie was being led down the hallway by the scruff of his jacket like an unruly pup by Coach Williams while Steve was being led by the shoulder like he was somehow more delicate. They were sat down in a familiar scene in the principal’s office while their parents were being called and Woolsley cleaned up as best as he could.

Still, when he got to the office and took his seat, he had red staining his suit. Both boys gave valiant efforts, trying to hide their snickering behind wobbling smiles.

“Laugh all you want, boys. We’ll see how funny it is when your parents arrive.”

“What exactly are we being charged with?”, Eddie asked, crossing his legs.

“Let’s start with classroom disruptions. And let’s continue with disorderly conduct. And how about we include theft from the theatre department. Oh and let’s not forget inciting a riot.”

“We didn’t incite a riot!”, Steve argued. He was still wearing the fake stomach and thanks to Gareth’s prowess, only had a bit of sauce on his jeans.

“Watch your volume”, Woolsley pointed a warning finger at him.

“Their families are here, sir”, the secretary announced.

They were waved in and now it was both Mr. and Mrs. Harrington and Eddie’s uncle Wayne Munson. Steve’s parents gawked at the sight of him and Wayne only shook his head.

“What’ve you gotten up to this time?”

“Just a being a showman”, Eddie shrugged.

“Steven Arthur Harrington! What are you wearing?”, his mother gasped.

Steve was at a loss of words. It had all seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Actually, it still did. He didn’t know why they were acting like he and Eddie really pulled a baby from his womb. It was just a joke.

“It was just a joke.”

“This”, Richard pointed to Steve’s stomach. “Doesn’t look like a joke. It looks like some upstart alpha has forgotten himself and is making your forget yourself.” Then he pointed to Eddie. “You better stop sniffing around my son-”

“And you better stop pointin’ your finger at my boy”, Wayne said.

“He needs to quit while he’s ahead before this becomes a real problem.”

Two alphas filling the room with tension and not even bothering to hide their scent about it made Steve’s shoulders hunch up a bit. How did a stupid joke turn into all of this? Then his mother spoke up.

“Our son has never done anything like this, which leads me to believe that your nephew-”

“Why does everyone assume it was all Eddie? That I had nothing to do with it?”, Steve accused, standing up. “I’m the one that put this thing on and I’m the one that got up on the desk and shot the sauce.”

“And that’s because of his bad influence”, Richard nodded his head at Eddie.

Wayne put his hands on his hips. “That’s funny because I see two young men here in the hot seat, not just one.”

“Alright, gentlemen”, the principal finally spoke up before looking to Eddie and Steve. “Boys, go and wait outside. As a matter of fact, you can take that back to the prop storage”, he jabbed a finger at Steve’s belly.

Thoroughly dismissed, they did just that, walking out together. Feeling a little humiliated, Steve took the fake stomach off. He could only imagine what they were discussing behind the door. His dad would probably fight tooth and nail, if not for Steve’s sake for his reputation at least. Unfortunately, it had to be said that he didn’t have such high hopes for Eddie.

“Well, that reception could’ve gone better”, Eddie said.

“Understatement of the century”, Steve grumbled.

They got to the theatre department and Steve put the stomach into a box after checking that it was all good. Eddie could smell the bitter undertone in his scent, even in the musty storage room.

“You know, worst case scenario, we need to do a little summer school to make this up.”

“Some of us like having a free summer, Munson.”

“Oh, Munson now is it? What happened to my sweet little mama-to-be?”

Not in the mood for jokes now, Steve just rolled his eyes and turned to walk out. Eddie didn’t need to get a whiff to know that his joke had landed flat. He followed Steve out, tripping over something feathery in his haste to catch up to the omega. He didn’t know what Steve was more turned off by, having to continue the project together, or having to call it quits here and do some other make up assignment.

“Hey, hey, I know I’m not like your idea of a perfect alpha or anything.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to lean back against a locker, crossing his arms. “Come on, man. Give yourself a break. You’re not that bad.”

Eddie put a hand to his chest. “My word! That almost sounded like a compliment!”

“Keep it up and I’ll take it back”, Steve said, grinning a little now.

Feeling welcomed, Eddie came to stand next to him, their shoulders almost touching. Steve smelled a little sweeter now and his body wasn’t as tense.

“You really are hot and cold. Can’t you be a little warmer to your baby daddy?”, Eddie batted his lashes.

Steve leaned over and into his space. “A good alpha would put in some real effort to warm me up.”

Eddie hesitated for only a moment before he leaned in a little as well. Steve smoothed his cheek over Eddie’s and breathed in deep. No one had scented Eddie besides his uncle and he stood stock still as Steve did it.

“You smell really good, you know. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” To be honest, Steve had never taken a moment to savor in Eddie’s scent. But now that he was taking his time to do so…

“Steven Arthur Harrington!”

Eddie jumped back like it was his own name being shouted down the hallways. So hard that the sound of the locker slamming echoed in the mostly empty hallway. Steve’s parents collected him and carted him out so quickly that Eddie got whiplash. Wayne came up to him much more calmly and patted his shoulder.

“Do I gotta to the full name treatment for you?”

“If you say my middle name out loud I’ll run away from home”, Eddie threatened.

“Son at your age, it’s just called ‘moving out’.”

Both walked out, shoulders shaking with chuckles and that was when Wayne told him what was what.

“We managed to get you both a deal. You can do the project as intended, new sack of flour and all. Just no more funny business.”

“That’s it?”, Eddie asked as he was walked to his van.

“No funny business at all. No causing trouble for yourself or that other boy. Think you can keep your hands clean for an entire year?”

The Harringtons had already left, probably sped out of the parking lot to keep from running into the Munsons again. But even so, it was easy to remember Steve’s fleeting smile and the scent that wafted off of him when he was feeling content or even happy.

“I think I can do that”, Eddie said, resolute.

Part 4 coming soon

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Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter five

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Autors note: i truly love yall's reactions to this story so far, it makes me laugh but also feel so happy as well 😂 :) also just a heads up a big part of this chapter is very nsfw, you have been warned gyuihojgv

chapter five

My head is spinning with thoughts and my heart is racing with feelings and sadness, so with a sigh I grab my cigarettes and dark red lighter-of course the lighter Noah once gave to me when we had a smoke break together, and I forgot to bring mine, he told me I could keep it-to climb onto my window still, sit on it, and light a cigarette. While doing so, I look outside, the wind softly blowing through my hair, staring at the moon at the midnight blue sky.

While I smoke, I am deep in thought. In a few hours, the world wakes up again, and I have to pretend that his night didn’t happen with Noah. That I am just his friendly friend-assistant that styles him and does his make up, nothing more. I have to pretend that I didn’t gain so many romantic feelings for him this night, we have to keep this night a secret and lock it up and never look at it again. But, am I capable of doing that?

I sigh when I put my cigarette out, breathing out the last bit of it out of the window. I decide to just climb into bed, to sleep and try to let this night pass as fast as possible.

As I try to fall asleep, it takes me at least an hour, feeling restless and still thinking too much. But after laying sleepless for a while, I finally, slowly, with pain around my heart, fall asleep.

The next morning arrives, and I groan when I try to put the alarm from my phone off. I sigh, rub my eyes, and stare at the ceiling for a while.

Immediately flashes of last night fill my mind-the afterparty, drunkenly stumbling into my hotel room with Noah, us talking, teasing each other, getting close, and finally having sex. And after that, the most intense conversation with him followed, the most emotional and heartfelt eye contact with him… making me realize I have completely and utterly fallen in love with Noah.

As the time passes, I blink and awake myself from my thoughts again, realizing I really have to get out of bed now. In a hurry, I get everything back into my suitcase, and when I get to the bathroom, last night fills my mind again. Noah standing behind me when I didn’t realize he had entered the bathroom, him teasing me, me teasing him back and making the first move, him seeing me naked for the first time… and of course everything that happened after that fills my mind again.

I shake my head, cursing, telling myself that I need to focus, and begin to brush my hair, putting in a headband to keep my hair out of my face and brush my teeth afterwards. I clean it up when I’m done and put all my stuff from my bathroom back into my suitcase as well.

I sigh deeply while I walk into the sleeping era from my hotel room again. I look into my suitcase, deciding what I can wear when we go back on the road again. My eyes get stuck on a black hoodie, a black hoodie Noah once gave to me when I was cold and had nothing warm to wear. I grab it, and can’t help but push my nose into it, and get a warm feeling inside when it smells just like him.

I also can’t help but put his hoodie on, it’s just too soft and comfortable… and at least his scent will be around me the whole time like a warm hug, a warm hug I can’t get from himself. When I’ve also put on jeans and my sneakers, I sigh nervously. There is one thing left to do… and that’s getting breakfast. But the thing that makes me so nervous about it… is that I always get breakfast with the band. Which means I have to face Noah again.

With a racing heart, I make my way towards the breakfast cafe after locking the door behind me. I nervously play with my fingers before I take a deep breath, walking towards the table where Noah and the rest of the band are already sitting. Okay, I got this. Just play it cool…

Noah is seated at the table with the others, all of them chatting and laughing with each other as usual, but he doesn’t seem engaged at all, which breaks my heart a little. His eyes then notice me walking up, but I can see that he pretends to sip his coffee like everything was normal.

`Hey, there she is!´ Nick already greets me, and I try to smile back as warmly as his voice sounds. I sit down at the table next to Nicholas, Jolly and Nick sit in front of us and Noah sits at the end of the table next to me. I can’t help but feel my own heart sink when Noah continues sipping his coffee, saying nothing to me,

`Goodmorning, Nick,´ I greet him back, forcing myself to smile.

`How’d you get any sleep?´ Nick asks me.

`It was… okay,´ I lie.

`Yeah, I know it was a hell of a party last night. You drank so much, ha-ha,´ Nick responds with a laugh.

I hear Jolly chuckle next to him, and he and Nick give each other a curtain look and smirk, and I raise my eyebrows a bit.

`Uh, yeah, let myself go there a little,´ I laugh awkwardly.

When Jolly and Nick keep giving each other looks and grins, I narrow my eyes.

`What’s so funny?´ I ask them.

`Nothing, Hailey, ignore those two children,´ Nicholas says while rolling his eyes, putting his fork down and poking Nick in his side after.

`Okay…´ I say with confusion, trying to eat some food, hoping that it will work with my nerves and all.

`It’s just that…´ Nick starts, making Jolly snort.

`Nick, no,´ Nicholas hisses, making Nick roll his eyes and laugh.

`What? If we weren’t supposed to know or say anything, why were they so loud last night?´ Nick says while shrugging.

I now look at Noah, hoping he understands any of this inside joke of theirs. His jaw tenses again, and he turns his head to glare at Nick to mumble under his breath: `Shut the hell up Nick…´

`Ah, c’mon man, we are happy that you two finally took the step,´ Nick says with a laugh, and my heart stops beating for a second while my head slowly turns red.

Oh no. Is that where this is all about…?

`Yeah, like, how long have you two been circling around each other now? Months?´ Jolly adds.

Noah’s jaw is starting to clench even more, his fist slightly clenching now as well. `I said, shut up…´ he says through gritted teeth, his gaze now growing even angrier at both Nick and Jolly. I begin to feel really, really uncomfortable.

`Nick, Jolly, shut the fuck up please,´ Nicholas says with annoyance, then looking at me and Noah with a worried look. Nicholas has always been the most mature, calm and caring person of the band, which is why he has become such a good friend and person to talk to through the past half year.

I just stare at my plate in embarrassment, and Nick and Jolly just mumble to each other underneath their breath, and I try my best to ignore it, unable to speak or move. I just keep on staring at my plate with the minutes ticking by, not knowing what to do, and I just cannot look at Noah at all right now-the whole table just turned silent and awkward.

I can feel Noah suddenly staring at me, and it all just becomes too much. `Excuse me,´ I mumble when I abruptly stand up, my chair slightly squeaking against the floor when I do so. I start walking away at a fast pace, desperately needing some fresh air in my lungs.

`I told you guys to just shut up about it. My god,´ I can still hear Nicholas mumble when I walk away, and when I hear another chair squeak, I know that Noah is following me.

I just walk out of the breakfast cafe at the first exit I see, entering a sort of garden visitors can sit in, full of long, bright trees, and colorful, big bright flowers. I spot a wooden bench in the middle of the small garden, tiles clicking underneath my sneakers when I walk towards it to sit down, trying to catch my breath properly.

I can see a shadow hovering over me, and when I look up I see Noah standing in front of me, the sun behind him shining on his soft brown hair, and I swallow. `Hi,´ I greet him quietly.

For a while, Noah just stands there, staring at me for a moment. His eyes seem hurt but also soft as he notices me wearing the hoodie he once gave to me. ‘Hey,’ he then finally responds, his voice soft and quiet.

‘How did you sleep?’ I manage to ask him.

‘Like the dead,’ he honestly answers me. ‘Although… I didn’t exactly wake up very well this morning….’

Noah’s eyes are avoiding mine a bit now, and I begin playing with the strings of his hoodie again. ‘Me neither,’ I sigh, and his head lowers a little when he hears my response.

‘We have to hit the road again in a few hours,’ I then say, trying to talk to him in a way I would normally do as he sits next to me on the wooden bench, because we have to pretend like nothing happened last night either way… right?

He looks away for a brief second, seeming to try to keep his emotions for himself and unexposed to me. ‘Uhm, yeah… right. The venue is only about an hour away, as I heard.’

‘Yeah… I’ve seen the schedule. So, since the venue will be more warm tonight, I’ve been thinking about changing some things about your guys outfits for tonight-not in a dramatic way or something, don’t worry. But since at some point you wear that black blouse, right, I’ve been thinking of giving you a black t-shirt underneath it for when it gets warm and you decide to take it off if you want to, maybe that one with the Bad Omens logo at the corner top? I don’t know yet,’ I just ramble on, trying to act as normally and casually as possible, as if today will be a normal day again.

Noah nods. ‘Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. That black t-shirt is a staple for sure. I like that one…’

‘Great. I’ll make sure it will be ready in your dressing room tonight.’ I try to sound enthusiastic, but know I fail a little. After that I just get quiet, not really knowing what to say anymore. I really suck at pretending.

I can feel him staring at me when I look down at my own hands, and I hear him take a deep breath, as if he needed to give himself courage, when he quietly asks me: ‘So… you’re going to be… normal with me now?’

‘I mean… I have no choice right?’ I ask him with a sad smile, a pang shooting me through the chest. ‘Show must go on. I’ll just be part of your team again… dress and style you... and that’s it. How it always has been.’

At first he can’t really respond to that, looking conflicted with himself and the situation, his fist slightly clenched. ‘Yeah… Guess so,’ he just mumbles, his head now turning away from mine.

My heart aches when I see him like this, so defeated, and clearly equally as sad about this whole situation as me. This isn’t how my teasing, joking, exciting and beaming Noah normally is around me… and it breaks my heart. His arms are crossed as he now looks at the sky.

‘I hope you know that…’ I sigh, struggling with finding the right words. ‘Last night wasn’t just nothing to me, Noah. It truly has been the best intimate moment I’ve ever had with someone,’ I gulp, trying to get myself to stay calm. ‘It’s just… with my and your position… I guess we just can’t.’

I get sad when he still doesn’t look back at me, and my hand slowly moves towards his knee… to just let it rest there in a gesturing manner… but I decide that that will only make things harder for us, so I just pull my hand back again.

‘I just… don’t know what else to say,’ I say with a hoarse voice, still hoping he will look back at me, but he still doesn’t while staying quiet. So I just slowly nod, standing up again. ‘I’ll be on the tour bus, we are about to leave in…’ I look at my watch, and sigh. ‘Half an hour.’

Noah just nods, still not facing me. ‘I’ll see you…’ he whispers, sounding like his voice is about to crack.

It hurts, it hurts so much that that’s the only response I get from him. Is that really all he has to say to me? After all that I just said to him?

`Yeah, see you,’ I mumble back, sounding hurt and frustrated, slowly walking away from him.

‘No wait-please don’t,’ I hear Noah whisper behind me, his voice sounding broken and desperate. I immediately turn around when I finally hear him speak, and my heart shatters when I see him this vulnerable, this broken, filled with tears in his eyes. I can’t help but walk back to him and quickly wrap my arms around him, his head leaning into my chest because of that, my hands stroking his hair gently and carefully.

It feels like his body almost collapses in my embrace when he feels my arms wrapped around him, and his own arms wrap around my waist so tightly in a quick response, and I feel his tears soaking up my hoodie. I try to hold back my own tears, and it feels like Noah breaking down to me like this has to something more than just last night. I do remember him sometimes vaguely telling me that he has moments where he feels very alone during tour, missing his friends and family he always has to leave behind while going on the road. That he sometimes misses someone around him, especially when he’s all alone and has to sleep in a strange hotel room. And when a band member joins him to share a room, it just doesn’t help, and it isn’t what he needs either… Is that why he is reacting so emotionally and sad about our situation?

Noah clings onto me tightly, not letting me go for even a second. He holds onto me like he never wants to let me go, like he can’t let me go, and it breaks my soul. He just keeps on sobbing in my hoodie.

‘Hey… it's okay,’ I whisper to him while still gently stroking his hair. ‘It’s okay, you’re not alone,’ I add, knowing and sometimes noticing how alone he can feel during tour, it matching the words I just thought about, knowing that last night probably meant a lot to him… because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t alone, and someone was loving and touching him, caring for him… really seeing him.

And I can’t help but feel the same way-tour and being on the road for the first time away from my friends and family has been very lonely for me as well. And that’s why I’m so glad that Noah and I started to get along so well, it was very helpful to get through the hard and lonely moments. And now that last night happened… I truly felt so complete and seen by him, so adored, so beautiful and sexy, and wanted… A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time-maybe never…

Noah’s grip just strengthens so much after my caring whispers to him, and he holds on tighter to my hoodie, his tears still soaking into the black fabric. ‘But… I feel so alone,’ he mutters between sobs between his tears, his whole body trembling so much in my embrace as his tears just keep flowing. He clings onto me with such need, such heartbreak, and fear.

‘I know, I know,’ I say, leaning my head on top of his soft hair. ‘But you’re not. As long as I’m here, you’re not.’

Hearing my words makes Noah’s body shake so much with emotions that I myself have to hold him even tighter, his body getting unstable because of his heartbreaking sobs. My heart breaks into a million pieces for this man I’ve begun to care so much about in such a short time, and I’ve completely fallen for since last night. I have never seen him like this, so broken and desperate for love, reassurance and care-he normally puts on such a brave face to everyone.

‘I’m here, I won’t leave,’ I whisper back, still stroking his hair, hoping and praying that I can keep my promise to him.

‘Please hold me… I need you to hold me,’ Noah then mumbles between his tears, his words cracking as he speaks.

‘I’m here, holding you as long as you need,’ I softly and warmly say to him, my arms wrapping tighter around him. His head is still gently resting on my chest as he lets out his suffering and hurt.

After a minute of two, Noah’s sobs begin to slow down, his body shaking less and less, but he still holds into me. His sobs gradually become soft breathing and he then lets out a content sigh, and gently rubs the tip of his nose into my chest, nuzzling to me with absolute affection. My heart completely explodes, being overflowed with all kinds of emotions for him. I gently press a kiss on his head, slightly blushing while doing so.

He then gently rubs his cheek against my chest, feeling comfortable in my arms, and we both don’t yet want to move, just relishing in this moment of intimacy. Minutes pass by, us just being intertwined and connected like this, my arms wrapped around him and Noah's face buried in my chest while I can feel his breathing slow down and become peaceful again.

‘Noah,’ I then whisper, ‘I hate to say this, but it’s time to go. We have to get ready to leave with the bus.’

He doesn’t respond to my words, at least not at first. But after a few moments, he just finally mutters out quietly: ‘Do we have to?’

That makes me chuckle, and I shake my head while doing so. ‘Yeah, silly, we have to go. The venue is an hour away and we have to get everything ready in time.’

Nah holds me for just a few moments longer, making my heart feel warm by the way he still wants to hold me so close to him, before he slowly tilts his head from my chest and raises it to look at me with reddened, but calm eyes now, and a soft smile on his handsome face.

‘One more minute?’ he pleads to me quietly, and I smile back at him, he is adorable like that, I can’t lie.

‘I wish we could have that one minute, but we really have to go I fear,’ I respond, but I do give him a small peck on his lips.

Then, he slowly pulls back from me, and looks into my eyes. `Okay… I guess it’s time,’ he murmurs quietly, a small smile still left on his lips from my kiss.

‘Let's go,’ I smile and I hold out my hand for him, which he takes when he stands up again. He squeezes my small hand compared to his large one, and then with the faintest smile left on his face he takes a deep breath, exhales, and gently starts walking with me towards the tour bus. I also try to keep the most stable expression on my face, my heart and body already missing his embrace, and I have the feeling that I’m not the only one feeling that way.

The crew has already loaded in our suitcases, and I can notice that some crew members give us puzzled (and some worried, since you can still tell that Noah cried) looks when they see us holding hands. But lucky for us, they don’t ask us questions, and I feel quite relieved by that.

When we step into the tour bus, Nicholas is the first person who spots us, looking at Noah and me in worry when he also sees that Noah has cried. Noah excuses himself to the toilet, probably to freshen up, and that makes me sit next to Nicholas with a deep sigh. I have to admit, right now I’m kinda glad that Nick and Jolly are probably asleep in the back of the bus. Don’t get me wrong, I know they can be very caring as well, but one wrong comment and Noah would probably lose it.

‘What’s up?’ Nicholas asks me immediately when I sit down, and I bite my lip. Nicholas has always been a good and sweet person to me, always listening to me when I have worries, and giving me the best piece of advice. He has opened me with warm and open arms since the beginning of working for the band, and for that I will always be thankful. He truly became a good friend.

But can I share this secret with him though? I mean, since what happened this morning at breakfast, it obviously isn’t a secret to the band anymore that me and Noah have slept together. But… it has become more than just that.

‘Noah just has a hard time on tour sometimes, missing his family and all, it’s making him feel a bit lonely sometimes,’ I just respond. I mean, it's half of the truth, but the truth that he probably already knew.

‘Oh,’ Nicholas responds quietly, giving me a soft and empathetic look. ‘Yeah, I know that he can struggle quite a lot with that.’

But his look is pushing me towards the truth, towards the one thing that is bothering me-something that Nicholas has always been very good at. Goddamnit.

‘Here’s the thing…’ I begin with a sigh. ‘Me and Noah… we slept together. It’s just… I fear it began feeling more than just sex to us as the night went on,’ I explain, my cheeks turning a little red as I do so. Nicholas ’eyes widen a bit at my revelation, making my stomach flip a little with nerves.

‘I see,’ he finally responds calmly after seeming to have progressed a bit from what I have been saying.

‘I know! I know, it’s messed up,’ I groan, leaning my head against the window next to me with my eyes squeezed shut.

‘May I ask why you two slept together?’ Nicholas then probes gently, after a moment of silence.

My eyes flutter open again and I think about his question for a moment. ‘Well… ever since I joined the team, and got to know Noah… there has been something between us. Some kind of tension. Teasing, joking… At some point some flirting got involved. Like, I guess we always had mutual attraction to one another, and we always get along so well. And if I’m being honest… because of the way has looked at me before, and acted towards me before-and me probably as well-we wanted to have this moment way, way earlier. But we never really got the chance… until last night.’ I sadly smile while thinking back at it. ‘And… I guess a lot of feelings got involved.’

Nicholas just listens to me intently, silently listening to me explaining everything in a complete and true way. Of course, he can tell that I’m not done talking, and holding something back.

‘Do you think Noah has feelings for you, too?’ he then finally quietly asks me.

I shrug, playing with the strings of Noah’s sweater again, it’s really turning into a nervous habitat now. ‘I don’t know… I mean, it seems like it?’

Nicholas just studies my face intently again, knowing exactly where my mind is going at this moment, as always. He can probably see my confusion, the doubt, the anxiety, the questions all flashing through my face like some giant, confusing and overwhelming storm. He moves closer to me, and places his warm hand on my shoulder as reassurance and care.

‘It's just… It's not fucking fair,’ I say, a tear now escaping from my eye. ‘Like.. I have the feeling like I have finally found that special person everyone always writes songs and movies about, y’know? In the span of just one fucking night. Then why does my job position have to make this so complicated?’

Nicholas still holds onto my shoulder and rubs it comfortingly when he sees tears now sliding down my cheeks from both my eyes, as a complete wave of sadness and despair probably wash over my face while I speak. His face is completely solemn at the moment, but then he finally soothingly mutters to me: ‘I know…’

I now fully turn my body to him as I begin to speak again, looking at him with curiosity. ‘I mean… It’s not like something like this is forbidden, right? I think I’ve seen some other artists that dated a team member before… or would we come into trouble with our management or something? What do you think?’

I know I must sound completely desperate now, desperate for that one good, hopeful answer from him that can indeed confirm that what Noah and I are doing isn't wrong and can be allowed, and to be honest, I am indeed desperate for that answer. Nicholas takes a deep, contemplative breath as he thinks for a moment, and looks into my eyes while thinking out loud.

‘Well, honestly… I don’t think there is an official rule against the lead being with someone from the team. I’ve indeed seen it happen as well… But I know that management isn’t going to be really happy about it if it gets out. So, probably, you have to keep things really quiet-like, low profile, and under wraps. They’re gonna want to keep the whole image and reputation of the band squeaky clean.’

I am very close to answering him that I could totally do that out of the utter desperation for Noah and getting to be with him, but honestly… could I? Could we? Having to live in a secret and pretend to the band’s audience-and the rest of the world-that nothing’s going on between me and Noah? What if paparazzi or news reporters ask about Noah’s love life? What would he have to answer every single time?

Nicholas now squeezes my shoulder gently as a way of comforting me as he can see the anxiousness now growing on my face, taking in everything he just informed me, and going through a whole mental wave of doubts and concerns on how to handle things. ‘Look, it's gonna be okay. You guys can make it work, if you really want to, and if you two really care about each other enough… It’s just probably gonna take some patience,’ he mutters to me, calmly as always.

‘But… how do I know Noah even wants to go that way with me?’

Nicholas just looks gently into my worried eyes, thinking for a moment. He then responds: ‘The only thing I can honestly say… Is that time will tell. You two will have to get the chance to talk about all of this sooner or later. Then just see what happens from there.’

I nod, quickly wiping away a few tears that still hang on my chin, looking at him with a soft and thankful smile. ‘Thank you so much, Nicholas, truly.’

And just after I say that I can see Noah appear out of the toilet again, making my stomach flip. I wonder if he could have picked anything up from me and Nicholas’ conversation while he was in there, but I just hope he didn’t. He notices us sitting together as he is walking towards us, and I smile kindly at him.

‘Hi Noah,’ I sweetly greet him with a soft voice, while Nicholas gets up so Noah can sit next to me now, patting Noah on the back with a sweet and reassuring smile.

‘Hi yourself,’ Noah smiles back at me, sitting next to me on the couch, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. The gesture is quite unexpected to me, so I blush.

‘How are you feeling now?’ I ask.

‘Bit better,’ Noah responds with a genuine, comforting smile, and I hope that it’s at least half of the truth.

‘I’m glad,’ I say, patting his knee with my hand before looking out of the window again, admiring the view as we drive. Since going on tour with the band, I have come across so many places I have never been to before in the US, a country I haven't been born and raised in. I was born and raised in a small, religious town in the United Kingdom, and trust me when I say I have never felt this free before.

I can feel Noah stare at me, so I look back at him with a small grin. ‘Enjoying the view, hm?’ I say, and I can’t help but tease him a little again.

Noah looks at me like he has been caught in the act for a moment, but then his eyes light up with a smirk at my tease with a nod. ‘ Very much,’ he says, before leaning forward a bit.

‘The view sitting right next to me is actually absolutely breathtaking,’ he adds with an even bigger smirk, as I realize that he’s talking about me.

My heart races when I hear his smooth compliment, and I smirk back just as big. ‘Wow, well thank you,’ I say, playfully tucking my hair behind my ears.

‘You’re very welcome,’ Noah grins while nodding again, the playful flirtation between us starting to flow again. His gaze now trails from my face down to my neck, to his long and to me oversized sweater hanging on my body, a smirk playing at his face.

I blush, remembering I haven’t talked about his hoodie yet. ‘Yeah, I saw it in my suitcase… it’s just comfortable okay…’

A grin lights up Noah’s face as he sees my face getting a redder color again. ‘Hey, you don’t have to justify or explain yourself to me… I think it looks great on you.’

I smile shyly at him. ‘Thank you,’ I say, and then let out a quick laugh. Noah looks at me with a questioning look, and I shake my head when I laugh yet again.

‘Nothing… I just… For some reason I just pictured you in a tank top of my own. Don’t think that one is gonna fit you,’ I snort.

Noah chuckles when I snort. ‘Oh yeah? Never thought of me as a tank top kinda guy?’ he teases, and it seems like he is smirking more and more at my funny imagination.

‘It’s just…’ I can’t even finish when my laughter just becomes more. My god, I can really laugh at the most unserious and pointless stuff. ‘That's not it. Noah, our sizes are quite different, so…’ I just burst out laughter while I keep shaking my head, my eyes squeezing shut and my hand on my stomach.

Noah joins my laughter as I can’t even finish my sentence, and he then scans over his own large, tall body, and my smaller, curvy frame, and he seems to can’t help and smirk even more.

‘Yeah… We might have just a tiny size difference, huh?’ he jokes between laughs.

‘Just a little,’ I giggle, hitting my fist lightly at his arm brushing against mine next to his and Noah grins again.

‘You are so tiny. Compared to my tall, hot self, of course,’ he teases, playfully pulling me closer and wrapping his large, strong arms around me. My eyebrows raise, now smirking back at him.

‘Oh yeah, yeah. You’re such a big guy,’ I wink.

His grin only turns bigger as he feels my body moving closer to his as well, wrapping his whole arm around my waist now and leaning us back into the couch with me in his arms, a sexy smug smile on his face.

‘Damn right I am…’ he chuckles, letting his fingers run underneath his hoodie I am wearing, sliding under the material from the inside as they trail gently up my bare stomach. And he makes it do all kinds of flips the moment his fingers touch my skin, my heart pounding loudly in my own ears.

‘Oh, I know. I think I remember seeing it last night,’ I smirk, obviously talking about something else than just him being tall.

Noah smirks even more now as he sees my stomach muscles involuntarily flex at his light, trailing touch under the fabric I’m wearing, his fingers sliding up higher and higher, right up my stomach’s middle. He looks into my eyes with that same, seductive gaze, his face now just inches from mine as he lets out a small chuckle.

‘Oh, really now?’ he murmurs softly, his voice smooth and low right next to my ear.

‘Hmhm,’ I hum in response, going absolutely insane from his touch and voice alone, but I try my best to not let him notice. ‘I even remember it feeling quite good inside of me.’

Noah's breath now grows heavier as he smirks once more, his eyes now darkened, and he now slides his palm under the middle of my stomach in a slow, gentle caress. ‘What else do you remember…?’ he whispers next to my ear, his voice low and huskier than ever.

‘I also remember my hand wrapping around it at some point… my mouth,’ I whisper back in his ear, teasing him just as much back with my words alone.

I can feel his pants becoming tight at my words, and he lets out a low growl as he slides his hand a little higher under my hoodie, feeling the soft skin of my body. ‘I think you might have to go into a little more detail with all that,’ he rasps in my ear, his warm breath hitting my sensitive skin as he lets out that sexy growl, his breathing heavier again as he lets his fingers slide higher, and higher.

I bite my lip when his lips trail over my neck, almost wanting to let out a small whimper, so I close my eyes. ‘Well… I also remember you inside of me… me on top of you, riding you until I left you quite breathless,’ I whisper back into Noah’s ear, leaving a small kiss on his own neck after.

He grabs my body even more tightly against him in his strong arms, as if he's gonna explode from the intense desire that shot through his body from my seductive words I whispered into his ear. His breathing only grows heavier and faster in this moment, and I feel my own breathing rising up as well.

‘Fuck,’ he groans softly, low, and husky-voiced in my ear, as his fingers slide into the middle of my stomach now.

‘Do my words affect you, big boy?’ I can’t help but teasingly ask him with a smirk, looking him right into his eyes while doing so.

Noah’s eyes are even darker with lust in this moment, groaning again when he gets called like that by me. ‘You know they do,’ he quietly says, his gaze so intense that I can almost feel it burning into me.

‘Hmm. Good, good,’ I smile evilly while looking at his lips, licking my own after.

He now lets his hand slide slowly and more intensely up the skin of my bare stomach underneath my sweater, feeling me and almost pulling me in with his fingers, trying to get me as close as possible in my current position. His eyes don’t even waver as they remain firmly set into mine, and they look so intense, and dark.

‘You have no idea how badly I want you right now,’ he almost whispers in a moan.

His words and fingers on my stomach alone already make me feel so damp down there, and God, I want him so bad too. ‘Hmm… I guess you have to be a little patient until we arrive, Noah. You can’t just fuck me right here on the couch from the tour bus, can you now?’ I smirk, daringly. ‘What might the others think…?’

Noah lets out a chuckle that’s mixed with a low groan, his breaths still coming at a panting rate as his eyes now grow with even more lust. ‘You're so naughty…,’ he chuckles, now pulling me even closer to his body in his arms.

‘They all sound asleep so don’t worry about them. I can be very quiet,’ he shrugs with a smirk, as his fingers now trail up and down my bare skin again.

‘But can I, though?’ I smile innocently, now leaning towards his ear again. ‘You know how loud I can be when you fuck me so good like last night, right?’ I whisper hoarse and seductively into his ear again.

‘Mhm,’ he whispers in agreement, still trailing his fingers up and down, now having his large palm slide under you, almost grabbing my skin from behind, as he brings his face more into my shoulder just under my neck. His hand is now slowly palming my damp era, making me have to bite my lip to hold back a moan.

His gaze now looks dark and seductive when he sees me doing that, and he chuckles quietly against my neck. ‘So you’re getting all wet for me already, huh?’ he murmurs low and quiet, his voice deep as he brushes his nose over my neck.

His words alone drive me insane again, making me get even wetter. The palm of his hand is slowly getting replaced by his fingers, and I have to place my hand on my mouth to silence my whimpers and moans. Noah moans low to the sight of that and the feeling of my wetness around his fingers.

‘That’s a good girl…’ he whispers lowly, his low moans and groans right against my skin as he kisses the sensitive skin of my neck. ‘You’re being so good for me...’

For fucks sake, he makes it really hard to not scream his name and come all over his fingers already, so I just grind my hips against them and close my eyes as I arch my back, trying to hold back my climax. His touch feels way, way too good.

‘Don’t hold back, sweetheart,’ he whispers against my skin when he can feel me hold back, and I just nod, biting the inside of my hand, still grinding against his fingers.

‘I… I just don’t want to wake up the others,’ I whimper against my hand.

Noah chuckles softly, knowing very well that I need and want all of my senses right now, and not worrying about anything else.

‘If you’re being too loud they can only blame themselves for being light sleepers, right?’ he teasingly jokes, and I just nod while I squeal, his fingers only moving faster and more intensely. The way he kisses my neck again makes it impossible for me to hold my climax back, so I stop fighting it and moan loudly against my hand.

Noah feels me tense up in his arms, my body almost frozen as I arch my back, and he grins against my neck as my breathing grows faster when I come. When it slowly slows down again, he asks me: ‘Did you just…?’

‘Yeah,’ I breathe back with a sly smile, making him chuckle and smirk against my neck again as he lifts his head and moves closer to my face, his gaze still dark and filled with desire.

‘I did wonder why you covered up your mouth for a moment,’ he softly laughs, trailing his fingers up and down my sensitive skin for a moment again, before he pulls me into his chest.

‘Well, I can be loud as fuck, duh,’ I playfully respond while rolling my eyes.

He smirks again, kissing my neck while doing so, his hands still trailing up and down my sides and skin. ‘You certainly can…’ he murmurs against my neck, letting his lips trail lightly and kissing his way down my sensitive skin. I enjoy them, and sigh deeply out of pleasure.

His touch is still slow and gentle, but his kisses become more intense as he lets them trail, and I then feel him tuck at my sweater, making me now chuckle myself. ‘You really want to go for it and take the risk of getting caught, don’t you?'

He just nods and smirks when I ask him that question. ‘You could hardly hold yourself back there, love…’ he whispers in reply as he tugs my sweater up to pull it off my body. Since I wear no bra underneath it, my breasts are already exposed to him right away.

He lets the sweater fall on the floor, and stares at my body in front of him, completely speechless for a second when he looks at me with amazement. It takes a moment for him to find his words again, looking me up and down while drinking in my appearance in front of him, looking like he is completely mesmerized by it. ‘Oh, God… You’re so…’

I tilt my head, so my soft wavy hair falls over my shoulders a little. ‘I’m so… what?’ I smirk.

‘You’re just… so goddamn beautiful,’ he whispers quietly, almost more to himself than to you when he does, his eyes just fixed on my bare chest in front of him.

My heart skips a beat for a moment through hearing those words, and I slightly blush. In response to his compliment, I wrap my hands around his neck, giving him a deep kiss. Noah lets out a quiet groan when he feels me do so, and he immediately returns the kiss hungirly, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate way. He wraps his own arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest again.

I slightly groan during our kiss when he starts squeezing my behind, making me tuck at his hair. He does the same when he feels my hands move into his hair, feeling that he gets goosebumps because of it. He moves my body even closer, shifting his body to let me straddle him on his lap, my bare chest pressing up against his still fully dressed one as I continue my heated, hungry kiss. I then tuck at his own shirt, and that makes him pull his lips from mine, leaning back against the couch, smirking at me.

‘Looks like you want to take some of my clothes off too, huh?’ he laughs with a mischievous grin.

‘Maybe I want to admire your beauty as well,’ I wink.

He smirks at my response, and just watches me as I start to pull his shirt off his body in one smooth motion, revealing his lean yet defined tattooed body and the defined v-lines on his lower abdomen. He grins when he notices me taking him in with my gaze, clearly loving that I have my eyes on him like that. He is so attractive and hot, it just makes me grab his face again and kiss him passionately. He lets out another groan, this one sounding even more deeper and intense. My whole body turns hot for him, so I begin to tuck at the belt from his pants as well during our kiss. He pulls back from our kiss again with a smirk against my lips. He gently grabs my hands from tugging at the belt of his pants, and pins my hands to the back of the couch above my head.

‘Ah ah ah… Patience,’ he whispers against my lips, ‘let me help you with that.’

Him pinning his hands above my head only makes the moment hotter for me, so I bite my lip in response as I watch him undo his belt. He manages to undo his belt without having to let go of my hands, and grins at my expression as he pulls the belt off and lets it fall to the side of the couch.

I begin to smirk as I see his growing bulge in his underwear, and say: ‘And you tell me that I get wet easily…’

Noah lets out a chuckle, as he lets one of my hands go from where he pinned them just to grab my chin and tip it up. He pulls me in for another deep kiss, moving his hand from my chin down to start exploring the skin of my breasts now, caressing my soft skin. I whimper when he does that, enjoying the feeling, and I pull his own underwear off with my own, getting a little inpatient as I feel my wet spot ache for him. As I do so, he groans loudly against my lips at that moment, the sound so deep and intense, already giving away for me how much he’s enjoying it and how much his body wants me too.

‘Oh God, I need you so bad right now,’ he whispers against my lips, trailing his tongue along my lower lip at that moment, sending a heat of pleasure for him shooting through my chest and stomach.

And Jesus, I didn’t know that our intimate moments could get any hotter than last night, but here we fucking are. I get wetter by the second, and open my mouth in response to his tongue to let him kiss me deeply and hungirly.

‘You can have me,’ I mumble against his lips. He just holds me, my body straddling his lap as his hands hold my waist tightly, dancing with my tongue in an already hungry, but intense kiss.

I groan because of the way we kiss so intensely, and my body needs him so badly at this point that I decide to not wait any longer, so I slowly let him enter me while I put his tip against me. Noah’s breathing instantly grows heavier as he lets out a moan in his throat when he feels me do that. He pulls from my kiss for a moment, his eyes fixed on me in the moment.

‘You feel so good…’ he whispers hoarsely and quietly against my lips, his fingers already gently holding my waist tightly while guiding his body on his lap.

‘Mhm,’ I hum against his neck as I lean my head there, starting to rock back and forth on his lap, already drunk of desire by his touch and his length inside of me. He lets me lead the pace for a moment, closing his eyes and letting out a groan, tilting his head when he seems to enjoy the feeling while I move on him.

‘I love riding you, you know that?’ I say to him with a hoarse and seductive voice, placing a kiss on his neck and jaw. ‘Seeing you crumble underneath my touch and all,’ I smirk mischievously.

He lets out another groan as a smirk is also growing on his face, and then chuckles quietly, moving to whisper into my ear. ‘Is that so?’

Noah then lets his words linger in the hot air for a moment, his smirk only growing while his eyes are fixed on my face when he speaks in a deeper, slightly more seductive voice: ‘Prove it.’

‘Oh, I have to prove it?’ I ask with a sly girn. I run my fingers through my long hair, pushing them off my shoulders in an attractive way. I begin to place my hands on both his shoulders for something to hold on to, and look him straight in his eyes with the dirtiest and darkest look I gave him so far, while I start to ride him deeper and faster. ‘Like this, you mean?’

It makes him let out a low moan, his lips parting and his eyes locking with mine with a just as dark look. ‘Oh yeah,’ he says with a then deep, quiet groan. ‘Just like that…’

‘Hmm, good,’ I smirk, letting out a hot moan when he presses his ups a little, hitting my most sensitive spot perfectly like that. My jaw slightly opens, and I let my head fall back while I shut my eyes out of pleasure.

‘Oh, Christ,’ I can hear him mumble with a moan, and when I open my eyes I see that he lets his own head lean against the couch, his expression becoming almost lost in pleasure when he feels me riding him more.

‘You fuck me so good,’ I breathe, ‘and I love to fuck you back,’ I say with a husky voice before kissing him again.

Noah lets out another groan at my words, his hips pressing up more against mine when I continue riding him, knowing that it makes it harder for him by the second to keep his own moans from escaping him.

‘Oh God, that just sounds so goddamn sexy,’ he breathes against my mouth as his lips presses against mine, the kiss growing deeper and intensifying as the heat is building up more and more between our bodies.

‘Hmm,’ I laugh, and it sounds attractive yet seductive. ‘Well thank you, Sebastian,’ I grin before planting kisses all over his neck and tattooed chest.

He laughs and at the same time a groan of pleasure, the feeling of my lips on his sensitive hot skin making goosebumps spread all over his skin.

‘What are you doing to me…’ he mumbles quietly beneath his breath, a light groan escaping him.

‘All the things you always wished to be let done to you,’ I whisper in his ear with a small grin, the dimple in my right cheek appearing as I do so.

Noah lets his head tilt as I speak, letting his eyes shut for a moment while his head is leaned to the side from the way my lips are against his skin. ‘Oh, you don’t even know…’ he quietly mumbles with a light chuckle, feeling his skin heating up more and mine does the exact same.

But suddenly an idea appears in my head by the way we talk to each other, and I mischievously smile at him before getting up from his lap so he slides out of me again. I see Noah looking at me with confusion and a bit disappointment while I do so, but I hope he gets my move when I begin to sit on his length again only now with my behind, giggling a little, a smug expression on my face. A slight gasp of surprise, or maybe even out of excitement, leaves Noah the moment he instantly realizes what I’m doing.

‘And this? Is this something you’ve sometimes secretly fantasized about…?’ I whisper while I look at him from my shoulder, slowly moving up and down on him from behind, a dirty smirk instantly spreading across his face as he clearly is enjoying how this sudden position feels, and maybe how it looks as well.

‘Oh, God yes…’

‘Great,’ I say with the same dirty smirk, and when I feel Noah’s hand move to my breasts when he leans against my back, his head leaning against my shoulder, I moan again. His mouth is trailing along my skin gently with kisses, and I can't help but curse while moaning again by the feeling, my movements instantly moving faster at the same time.

Noah lets out a moan as well while his breathing grows faster, his hand on my breast still gently massaging it a bit more, and his other hand gently reaches up to move my hair off my neck, to make it easier to continue kissing it and gently nibble on it. I roll my eyes back out of pleasure, feeling that my climax is getting close, and I slowly let his hand slide towards my wet spot, hoping he gets the hint. He gently turns my face towards his with his other hand, to guide me to lay my head back into his shoulder while he leans in towards my neck. He starts whispering in my ear, his words almost sounding like a prayer of praise into my ear: ‘Come for me…’

My movements, his words, his hand rubbing up and down my leaking era, is making me hit my climax in no time. I immediately slap my hand against my mouth so my loud moans are getting muted a little for the others in the bus hear. Noah groans with a smirk just hearing the sound of my moaning and holds me close for a moment, his chin resting on my shoulder while he gently kisses the side of my neck while I recover. When I turn my head around, I lean closer to his face so I can kiss him deeply, and rock just a little back and forth whilst stroking his face, making him groan in my mouth and I feel him hit his own climax shortly after-his grip on my body tightens, his hands instantly gripping my waist again when he comes.

‘Oh God,’ Noah breathes quietly, his face pressed softly into my neck from the way it’s still leaning against my shoulder as he recovers from the moment.

I grin, slowly getting up from him, turning around to grab some tissues out of my hand bag. ‘Well, that certainly was something again,’ I chuckle while I dry my wet era off, before handing him a tissue as well and putting on my own clothes again. Noah is still breathing a little heavy from the moment, and lets out a chuckle as well while taking the tissue and cleaning himself up.

‘Yes, it certainly was,’ he says with a satisfied sounding smile, before slowly getting up and pulling his boxer and pants back up. He looks at me for a moment when he also puts his t-shirt over his head as he sees the bright smile on my face, returning it immediately.

I plop down on the couch again when we are fully clothed, pulling up my hair in a quick ponytail because it has gotten messy in our intimate moment. I lean against the window, seeing route signs coming closer to us in the distance.

‘Seems like we killed time well, we are almost at the venue,’ I giggle.

Noah’s smile grows on his face even more as he looks out of the window when he sits next to me again, following my gaze. ‘Wow… I can’t believe we are going to be having one of the biggest shows we’ve ever played yet,’ he says, letting out a shaky yet excited breath while looking at me again, letting his hand gently slide to mine.

‘Me neither… I truly am very proud of all of you guys,’ I smile and give a small peck on his lips, rubbing my thumb over our intertwined fingers.

When I kiss him he smiles against my lips, and then squeezes my hand gently in response to my words before lifting his body up again to stand up, and lean one arm against the windowsill while he looks down at me with his beautiful dark brown eyes. His expression is sincere and genuine, yet also filled with passion and energy.

‘We will do our best to give all our fans an experience they won’t forget tonight, I promise.’

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what's the deal with these two...

Seriously. Why is the suspicion and joking of their bromance even a thing that exists (outside of just shipping for shipping's sake and ppl making every male friendship a secretly frustrated gay relationship). Is it even a thing?

Do I ship Goku and Vegeta?... yes.. yes I do, I confess myself as part of the problem. But I feel is fair that in a show like Dragon Ball where there's sexually mature references and themes at times I can give myself the freedom to wonder. So i'mmana talk about two pivotal moments that marked a before and after for both of them together as a team: their Majin saga match and the fusion.

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As far as the show goes, there's not really much to go off of. They clearly both have their wives whom they both love very much, children, they love to battle and test themselves, they are bros (now at least), rivals for life, they better each other by challenging one another to get better.

On the other hand my autism tells me that that's not the whole story. Because I normally don't like to take things at face value when i can see more.

Is interesting to see how both, Goku's compassion and respect for Vegeta, and Vegeta's (albeit unhealthy) obsession over Goku, the fact that they were also the last of their kind and the only ones that could compete with each other to fight between themselves and against others (discounting Gohan since he always slacked on his training and wasn't really interested on fighting), the only ones that could understand how the other felt as being pure blooded, that Goku had a living example in Vegeta of his true origins to learn more about himself (like a walking Saiyan enciclopedia), that Vegeta had in Goku a new purpose in life (until he realized what he had with his family as well), all of that with time combined to create a dynamic where they both felt comfortable with each other. They famously became companions, with time forming friendship/friendly rivalry and some could even see them now being akin to brothers. Something that as much as Krilin was Goku's life long friend and will be forever he could never really fulfill all that Vegeta came to develop with Goku. And in a way I don't think anyone can either.

But there's also an important note to make about this relationship/friendship. Vegeta is the one that gives it more meaning than Goku does (at first). I feel like Goku is simply being his loving caring happy free self, while Vegeta takes it personal and takes so much weight on what Goku says and does and how it affects him. As he later puts in words in Super (Granola arc i think), Goku is an egotist while he himself is an egocentric. And that difference is important to get to the point because from now on for a while the question is "Why does Vegeta".

Why does Vegeta put so much weight in their fight in the Majin Saga that he's willing to kill innocent people again just to have a match with Goku (going with the latin dub again since is more accurate to the original japanese one). And it isn't just about his ego, is about what he doesn't say as well.

Why is Vegeta the only character that is so against fusion, with Goku specifically because he has only fused with him and we don't know how would he react to fusing with someone else if it's needed.

Why is Vegeta so averse to touching Goku. At least after their fight and after him dying in the Majin Saga and once he is allowed to go back to Earth.

Why on the brink of the universe destruction was Vegeta acting like a cheated on girlfriend when he discovered that Goku had a new transformation and didn't told him about it (I would be mad at him too to be fair but i also understand why Goku wouldn't want to do so and he did it to not hurt Vegeta's feelings and have a good time under fair conditions. he gets half a point for the sentiment).

The Majin Saga

From all the examples people like to pull up when trying to argument sexual tension between these two there's only a few that I feel have some significance. And I can tell you when did it cooked enough to be a possibility. And that is right when Goku announced he was going to go back to Earth for one day and one day only, presumably forever. That's where something started, but it was brewing since Goku died to Cell and Vegeta lost Goku, his purpose, his obsession, his will to fight, and entered a depressive episode that lasted 2 years (aprox, since Bulma tells Chichi that Vegeta had been training for the last 5 years in the 7 year time skip).

Once he knew Goku was coming back he just had to do anything in his power to fight against him again, no matter what it took (he looks so excited too, that's cute). His entire meaning as the person he perceived he was and his meaning as a warrior and Goku's foil depended on it. But after realizing that they might not have their match because of Supreme Kio's pink menace, nothing else mattered, not Bulma, not Trunks, not the Earth or the universe or everything he had been building for so many years without Goku. Goku was the single catalyst for his relapse. Like... how is it possible that fighting with him and proving his worth is more important that it's been a rock in his boots for years now. But ok, he's a warrior so I can understand why, also because he was going through a Major (with capital M) identity crisis where he's trying to negate his newfound value in his family and new home while thinking that is what was making him weak, though he never really believed that since he knew Goku never needed to be cruel to surpass him, it was just a jolt reaction to not knowing how to handle it, and Goku could see through that very clearly by asking him if he really believed that bs about feeling good by being cruel and being a slave of his own mind.

But the thing is that during their fight it is clear that more than winning (which he would have enjoy to no end if they finished their fight and Goku didn't had a new plot convenient powerup hiding under his eyebrows again, though that wouldn't have helped him to grow), both were very much enjoying the act of fighting (since Goku said he wanted to end the fight soon so Buu doesn't get the energy but he didn't because he could have used Ssj3 and end it quite fast), Vegeta fighting against his previous rival now companion Kakarot. Sparing with him in perfect synchrony in an equal fight because what Vegeta actually wanted with the Majin Magic was to close the powergap and convince himself he had an excuse to not feel remorse because of the magic. And i say that because before Goku dying to Cell he really saw him as competition, but after he lost him i feel that alongside his remorse and embarrassment for the disaster that was that saga, in part because of his gigantic ego, he must have felt alone, now truly being the last pure blooded Saiyan alive and not in condition to call himself a warrior anymore under his own standards. And although he had Gohan, which he respected a lot because of his courage and his immense power, it was not the same since Gohan is a pacifist and didn't had the same passion for fighting like a pure blooded Saiyan so he wasn't even training. So by the time of the Majin Saga and once Goku came into the picture again I think he subconsciously regarded him differently and he ends up realizing it during their fight (although he doesn't vocalize it).

During their fight there's a specific moment. After Goku throws Vegeta to a cliff side and he makes a hole in it to liberate himself, Goku comes to him and they both get very close just floating in the air and powering up, looking at each other. Vegeta is beyond pissed, Goku taking the fight very seriously. Then Goku smiles to Vegeta challenging him and showing he's enjoying their fight, and Vegeta relaxes for a moment changing his attitude and showing a smile back to him in empathy, sharing to him that he is enjoying it too and wants to challenge him back as well.

This whole fight is Goku's way to show Vegeta how much he actually cares about him and his well being despite what Vegeta might have believed up until then, how much he respects him as a warrior and an equal too, even risking Earth and Majin Buu's return. He did the unthinkable and menaced Kaio Shin with death if he dared to stop their fight, which Vegeta sure noticed and even reacted with complete disbelief.

I know a lot of people joke about Vegeta being a repressed homosexual because of his obsession with Goku, and i'm not saying he is, but this fight is charged with sexual tension, mostly on his part, among other things of course. And is interesting that Vegeta, ever since the Namek experience, is the most emotionally fragile of the bunch and an unstable character. He feels everything very intensely and reacts in the same way while trying to hide under a curtain of pride, ego and his title of Prince.

Goku knew what he was getting into by agreeing to fight with Vegeta. He wasn't going to just let them set the score, he was going to give Vegeta the most intense therapy session ever by letting him discharge all that literal energy and anger, guiding him through his feelings, playing by Vegeta's rules. Help him overcome whatever he had been brewing in his mind since they day they met thinking on where was the moment everything went wrong for years, so he could move forward...

And then... this happens...

... I don't think anyone expected something like this to even be a thing that he could do as a power that we will only see one time ever in the entirety of the show and is in here, lol. And not long ago I watched a semi abridged semi analysis commentary video on the fight and yeah, we coincide that there was something else going on here at the same time. Vegeta got a little too excited... The same way a football player suddenly gets rock hard without realizing because they got too much adrenaline from a very exciting match. And I didn't mentioned it but being that Saiyans were a warrior culture there exists some real life relation of warrior societies (like greeks, romans, spartans, norse, some aztec societies) and homoerotic practices as part of that philosophy. Fighting is everything and everything revolves around fighting. And finding a brother in arms could develop into something else out of admiration, or from hypermasculinity with the purpose of dominating the other and demonstrating power. And i'm not saying that that was part of Saiyan culture, just that there might be some similarities with what we're seeing.

There's a fine line between pain and pleasure, hate and love, fear and excitement, rivalry and attraction. And in moments of intensity where both opposite feelings collide can produce an equally intense and confusing response. And here Vegeta is going through a rollercoaster of emotions and given that he is the most emotionally charged character it can go all places.

So, Vegeta tells Goku if he pretends to defeat him quickly as he said, Goku responds that he's trying to do that, and Vegeta asks if he thinks he can do it *slap slap* (the disrespect). He's trying to provoke him but the way he does it is kinda similar to what you'd do in a sexual encounter since he's not really hurting him too badly (which is really funny). And I'm pretty sure he wasn't thinking about anything sexual, just pure anger towards our buddy Kakarot so that doesn't change the fact that he did just lost his marbles to blind rage and wasn't thinking at all, just feeling intensely and acting freely on it. "Listen... don't you think this is enough humiliation I got from your part *hit hit punch hit*. This attacks are not enough to set the score. How is it possible that a Prince of Saiyans, that possesses such a big pride, was humiliated by a warrior like you (In the English version there's a series of flashbacks with dialogue but that's not a thing in the japanese and latin version). What saddens me the most is that you saved my life, worm (i don't remember if he's referring to Cell because Gohan saved him there, or way back in the saiyan saga when they first met since for a warrior is way worse offense to get their death in battle denied since he now has to suffer all what he's been through). You deserve to die! I'll break you to pieces right now! I'll start with the arm...".

Unfortunately for Goku Vegeta didn't share the safe word and he had to free himself so he wasn't actually dismembered by the intensity of Prince Vegeta and they continued their fight, once again Goku leveling the field into a in a less emotionally charged more equal fight all things considered. They talk again and Vegeta admits to him that he understands that he's never going to surpass him because Goku is more skilled at fighting, now getting into the real meat of the matter with him and his frustrations. We get to Vegeta almost breaking in tears again, torn by the realization of his situation confessing all about how he wants to be who he was and how he cannot cope with his new life on Earth having all this new feelings for his family and being passive that make him feel like he is not himself. Which tells a lot about how he still doesn't know how to function outside of conflict and his deeply rooted self image since childhood, and to me it says that it almost feels to him like he's afraid of disappearing as an individual if he cannot go back to being something he recognizes and is familiar with as he doesn't recognize himself being something else, a who that is completely opposite to what he has ever known. Is something some people that had lived through a deeply traumatic upbringing experience. On top of it being a Saiyan it must have been really confusing and difficult but Goku is the only one that could probably understand that in some capacity as pure blooded Saiyan.

And i love how Goku doesn't give up on him though after everything and he is still willing to listen and help. Without his help here Vegeta wouldn't have confronted and put into words his reality to later internalize it and fully embrace his love for his family, fully embrace his feelings, giving Trunks later his first hug. That was all Goku's doing.

Of course things happened since they were still in the middle of total annihilation at the hands of the strongest pink ball of bubblegum. and from this fight and his explosive sacrifice/ acceptance of his destiny and for who he was, going forward Vegeta actually starts acting a little different. A lot more relaxed with Kakarot, more open and sincere, more focused on helping than competing, more agreeable and no longer ignoring or being embarrassed of his feelings for his loved ones (like we see when he gets convinced by Goku to do the fusion using Vegeta's love for Bulma). And I'm pretty sure he felt grateful and in life debt to him. Not only for his help with unjumbling his feelings during that fight but for everything he's done for him since the day Goku spared his life way back in the day. A real true honest best friend/rival for life.

Then the fusion thing...

The thing about the fusion is that Vegeta usually never wants to do it because he's embarrassed by the dance (which yeah... that's absolutely fair) but this is not the metamoran one, is the Potara, and they don't need to dance. His usual complains then change to "I just don't like to be fused with him" or "I don't like the idea of uniting bodies with him" when they have to do it later (either in canon or movie). And I don't know how doing a fusion with someone would feel like but the Potara at least has two ways it can go. For the Kaios just one person becomes the main, getting some physical characteristics and power of the other, and the other becomes dormant, just one person gets to be conscious. But for mortals, both actually remain conscious and they both "live" inside the body of each other as one new combined persona who is a combined identity, mixing mentally and physically, sharing memories, thoughts, feelings, everything in unison either the other wants it or not because when they are fused they are cooperating in a single brain so they think the same under this persona even if later they have separate thoughts on the same thing when they de-fuse, even better actually if they are rivals because they get the rival boost. Is not too crazy to think that some would consider it a very intimate act, even more because is permanent (until the retcon), which Goku is so considerate to tell Vegeta at the very last minute and he's like "WTF!" and Goku is just down with it while Vegeta is regretting ever meeting this guy but does it anyways.

And we have seen other characters combine but they don't think much about it, Trunks and Goten specifically just find it fun because they are best friends and just think about having the time of their lives beating up the bad guys. But I think Vegeta specifically does feel like it's something too personal and intimate that requires a lot his will power to do. His concept of it is different for a lot of reasons that all derive from being a very reserved person in general in many aspects. But ultimately and reluctantly agrees for the sake of his loved ones and saving his new home.

Goku certainly didn't thought much about it, just another way to become even stronger by cooperating with someone in a new way. Better if it's Vegeta because the power boost is much greater to save the Earth and he considers him a real friend at this point. He's so excited when Vegeta accepts because it means so much, it's the demonstration to Goku of his turn to an actual good guy, fighting for others and not just himself, and he's so proud. And the result is this very playful, sassy confident and cocky warrior that we all know and love because is the best thing ever and I don't have Vegetto favoritism.

But something did changed in both of them after the fusion. I know is an anime only thing for better pacing (at least until Super came and made it a thing again in small ways of its own), but after the fusion thing Goku started to unnecessarily get into Vegeta's personal space more (I mean, I don't think there's anything more intimate than fussing and you'd have to get a level of trust and understanding with that other person like with no one else ever afterwards regardless). Like, I like that when they do the cheek to cheek attack, which again was completely unnecessary, Vegeta feels dirty about it, even muttering to himself "He's an opportunist (as in like, Goku taking advantage of him), I would have preferred the fusion" and Goku asks him is he's finished blasting Buu bits and Vegeta recoils and yells "Don't get close to me!". (In the manga there's not really that much fuss about it when they separate, they just get to work and directly from separating to Buu's brain). The fusion represents the pinnacle of their growth together as partners. Probably even more than that at this point for how much they share as rivals and how much they understand about each other above any other person, including their own wives in some regards for all they have gone through on things only they can share between themselves like their love for battle.

And if they both were friendly before while still keeping their cards up, now is when they start to act more like brothers and cooperating. Goku with his power and techniques and Vegeta with his strategic planing at the end of the Buu saga. Goku even becomes more playful with Vegeta, even sharing funny moments together. And as pointed out, I believe the fusion made them know the thinking, memories and intentions of the other to a degree.

This is the turning point for Goku as well regarding accepting his heritage as Saiyan. Because from then on he also accepts the values of the Saiyans as warriors and accepts feeling pleasure in having a good fair fight without aid and relying only in his strength and talent just for the thrill he gets of it (much like what he felt as a child/teen), which he demonstrates by breaking the second pair of Potara earrings while Vegeta responds by telling him that he's so proud of him for going into the fight the Saiyan way. Also from then on others start to recognize Goku as a Saiyan.

Now, about Vegeta with the fusion, if he wasn't too sure about the fusion first, now every time the fusion is required he almost feels violated by the suggestion (which right before the kid Buu fight he actually didn't mind fusing again and kinda wanted it in the anime while this wasn't in the manga but ok). And of course, if he didn't had much thoughts on getting close and personal with Goku when battling because it meant nothing (like the arm riding in the Saiyan saga and their bondage session prior), now he recoils from him in certain situations (it also didn't help that the first time they fuse they went dick first...).

And onto Super, they made this thing about Goku asking Vegeta to grab his hand in order to instant transmission but Goku knows very well that's not necessary, he could have said to Vegeta to grab his shoulder like others do but he wants him to grab his hand, and Vegeta gets all flustered and nervous every time as if people are going to make fun of him for being gay or something (since we are told by the Pilaf gang that holding hands is very romantic and a sign of being a couple, and something to be embarrassed about, although from a childish perspective of course but this information was set up for the audience when Trunks wanted to hold hands with Mai). Like... Goku, do you have something to share to the class as well?

They later spent 3 years in the hyperbolic chamber at Goku's request... 3 years together just sparing in a void where there's nothing but infinity and them (which again, it wasn't really necessary because as Vegeta points out that wasn't going to make much of a difference in terms of power because they are at their limit of what their bodies can achieve by just fighting). And Bulma even got jealous/angry about Vegeta accepting the invitation.

It's become such a well known thing that there's something going on that even in official material (not canon exactly but official) acknowledges it. Maybe Goku knows something we don't since the fusion happened but it goes a little beyond just a joke from his part XD. And i haven't talked about it but Goku has no shame or filter. He does seem to display asexual tendencies but he's either oblivious to sexual stuff at times and how it affects others, or does it on purpose because he feels not much about it but does know how it affects others.

In GT there's actually not too much, they just remain companions and friends for life... Vegeta again reminiscing of everything they've gone through and accepting his role in the powerscale and being very freaking cute with Bulma, being such a dad and all. The highlight is the fusion again though, where Vegeta is the one that says he wants to do the fusion to which Goku just laughs saying that he feels happy because is the first time Vegeta asks him to do it, and Vegeta is just averts his eyes and says he hates him, lol.

Of course, the bromance tones might be just fanservice (I didn't knew that in shonen is actually very common). But either if there's something or not I don't really care much about that. Because as characters I have seen them grown so much and they have learn so much about themselves and each other it might as well be just another aspect they allow themselves to explore if they're down with it, with whatever canon or the anime presents us to see and guess, just like they have with their own families, wives, form friendships, discover new feelings, ways of thinking, how they have become stronger and how they have change the people around them, meta speaking as well. Either they are just friends, honorary brothers or something more I'm happy with who they have become thanks to each other. And the trust they have for each other is what is beautiful to see reflected. I'm so proud of them and what they have achieved. Now they are inseparable as the best duo in history.

And I'm my conclusions I would say that Vegeta might feel something towards Goku for how much he has helped him and how he has come to admire and respect him in levels unimaginable... in a spartan kinda way if you like and if he ever was down with it. And Goku is just Goku. He loves in a storge kind of way because that's what he does. He knows Vegeta to a T, knows what he needs, and wants him to be happy as well and become the better version of himself, to feel comfortable and feel loved too because he admires him as well, and if he can help him he will do so. Is not really a physical sexual attraction but there is attraction and love in a different way.

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 96

Ah, I see, so THIS is why Liam looks like a cute beatnik from a 50s jazz club ... oh boy ... he's brought back the German accent BIG TIME and it's giving me massive Caleb vibes ... meanwhile Tal's clearly having EVEN MORE fun with this ... oh my gods ... wow ... that's a DOOZY, definitely ...

Marisha (cracking up): "It sounded like there was more!" Travis: "I know!"

So ... yeah ... it was all SO HEAVY when we ended it last week ... the group is WELL on the way to imploding under the weight of what just happened in the night ... can they come back from this? This is SO WORRYING ...

Oh boy ... RIGHT BACK where we were at the end ... wow ... so it's just the two of them again ... O.O

Fuck ... now even LAUDNA can feel Delilah's starting to take over ... that's not good at all ...

This is starting to sound SO MUCH like Laudna knows she's not going to be around when this is all done ... oh man ... AND she's starting to think maybe that's A GOOD THING? Fuck ... no, really, NO ...

Imogen's trying SO HARD to keep this all together for BOTH OF THEM but I can feel her breaking too ...

Come on, Imogen, that's it, bring her back from the brink ... LISTEN TO HER, Laudna. She's the best thing in your life, and she feels the same way about you, luv. You need to buck up ...

Imogen: "I'm gonna miss our little cottage." Oh fuck ...

Ah shit ... the tissues ... yeah, that's how it is with ALL OF US right now ...

Crap ... that's right, Dorian's missed A WHOLE LOT, he doesn't KNOW about Delilah, not really ... oh, and also about IMODNA ... XD ... AND Chetney's threesome with Fearne and his ex ...

Oh yeah ... Bordor ... that was a whole bunch of wrong ... that took a whole lot out of ALL OF 'em ...

Ashton being all philosphical again abdout villains trying NOT TO BE ... yeah ... he's pretty spot on ...

Dorian: "CAN she be trusted?" Oof ...

Ashton: "You okay?" Imogen: "No." Ahston: "SHE okay?" Imogen: "No." Ahston: "Okay."

Laudna's just been having a good powerful MOPE while all of this has been going on ... yeah, of course she has ... oh FUCK OFF, Delilah. You're not welcome right now ... oh yeah, Fearne, great timing, snap her out of it!

Orym: "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you too terribly did I?" Laudna: "Oh, I think I can see a few ribs ..."

Yes ... please, come on you too, make up. You're FRIENDS, you mean so much to each other. MAKE UP. Yeah. That's it. Exactly that.

Yeah, exactly. Fuck Delilah, we just want our LAUDNA.

This is exactly it, yeah ... she's not alone, they're ALL carrying their own big mistake baggage, she's not alone in that ...

Awwwww ... Ashton's BIG SISTER Laudna ... I love it ... :3

Wow ... yeah, it may be a joke, but Chetney DOES have a point there ... Dorian's the one true innocent in the group now ... you poor sweet summer chaild ...

Nice move, Chet. Yeah, that works.

Oh, that's interesting ... yeah ... that pipe ... yeah ... that could be REALLY GOOD for Laudna right now ... go on, girl, take a puff ...don't be afraid, this can only HELP ...

And then Dorian comes in with the sweetest cap for all that ... awwww ... :3

AAAAAAND just like that Chetney's OUT. XD ... of course he is.

Spin the bottle? REALLY?!!! LOL ...

Wow ... not they're just getting ridiculous ... XD ... "Hammer time?" Yeah, that's the worst one yet ... "Chetney needs sleep"? Slightly better, maybe ...

More rest, at least ... which is needed ...

Liam'#s giving Orym a point of exhaustion for NECESSITIES ... of course he is ... wee selfless lad ... we love him but he does punish himself sometimes ...

THAT'S what the Gambler's Blade does? DORIAN!!! O.O

Essek is a bit ... MOODY this morning ... hmmmm ...

"I like pulp!" XD

Ah, so everything's ready for them ,then? Sweet ... cue gearing up montage ... LOL ... oh, and descriptions too ...

Hot Shots: Part Deux for Chetney ... XD

Oh shit ... that's right ... they're back from the Moon ... IS Orym a little different? And our boy's a bit toussled now ... yeah, that's CUTE, I'm sure ...

Imogen's wearing PANTS now? Okay ...

Dorian's wearing "THE SLUTTIEST SHIRT"! Cute ...

Nipple talk ... oh dear ... XD

Oh wow ... Laudna's kind of giving me some subtle Harrow the Ninth vibes right now ...with a touch of DELILAH too, which is ... worrying, just a little ... O.O

Ashley's alwasy SO GOOD at weaving a beautiful picture, she really is ... and a utility belt. Yeah ... :3

Ashton's rocking a CROPTOP right now? Awwwwww ... and a spike trade with Fearne, too ... cute ... ooooooh ... and "Smiley Day" ... oh man ... I love it ...

Matt makes a rather pointed "prepare your spells" statement that everybody IMMEDIATELY takes as SUSPICIOUS and I'm right along with them. What are you planning, Mercer?

Yeah ... that fucking bloody apron's just gonna leave a trail behind them THE WHOLE WAY ...

Divvying up stuff ... here we go, ten minutes of inventory bookkeeping while we wait for the game itself to start up again ... XD

Ah ... sucking up one Ring of Protection with the harness ... hmmm ...

Imogen's jealous of Essek's floating thing ... not surprising ...

Ooooh ... ExU: Calamity recap ... cute ...

A FEW tries? Oh, I don't like the sound of that ...

Wow ... they're all REALLY crossing their fingers ... XD

Rolling a D100? Oh fuck ... 14? Hmmmmm ... ouch ... oh, that didn't go well ... they went NOWHERE and took 11 points of Force damage each ... bugger ...

Second try ... ANOTHER roll ... 45? Okay ... SEEMS like the right place ... an abandoned encampment? Interesting ... oh, sounds like it's NOT where they should be, then ...

Lyrengorm? Where?

He can only do it ONCE MORE for the day? Bollocks ...

A final roll ... 61 ... MORE snow ... much colder ... Orym's ENTIRELY BURIED ... a particularly AGGRESSIVE mountain range this time ... some kind of VERY fancy castle ... oh, so we ARE in Eisselcross ... but we're not sure WHERE ... oof ...

Crap ... they've been spotted ... by SOMEBODY ... big lumbering somebodies ...

Undead ice giants? Yeesh ... yeah, better hide ... argh ...

Matt: "There's a reason you took a BOAT to Esselcross last time!"

And now it's time for a break ...

Do they run? Do they fly? WHAT DO THEY DO?!!! Hiding's obviously out of the question ... eep ...

A DISTANT Command on one of them? Risky, Imogen ... "HALT!!!" Oh, it doesn't work on undead? BALLS ...

And now one of them flung a rock ... BAIT & SWITCH!!! Nice save, Orym! Crunch ... STILL 26 points of damage ... ow ...

There's a whole BUNCH of 'em coming now ... AAAAAAAH!!!

Essek's trying a HIGHER level Teleport ... okay ... one more roll ... 48? Oh bollocks, Laura! This is so bad ...

DO NOT give Mercer ideas, Ashley! O.O

More snow ... elsewhere ... hmmmm ... Essek has no idea where they are ... great ...

Yes. Sniff the wind, Chetney ... the air is THINNER ... oh, they're AT ALTITUDE right now ... cute ... on a mountain, then ... that's just PEACHY ...

Oh, if they had something FROM Aeor? I mean THEY COULD just use a piece of FCG ...

Looking into Essek's memories, then ... O.O ... and a glimpse of Aeor ... it's all VERY dramatic ...

Aha, a specific anchoring point ... good idea ...

Laura: "Guidance? Will that help?" Matt: "No, but it's nice to have." XD

So, the Staff ... oh boy ... this could go SO BAD .... she rolls 99 for it ... well, that's ... potentially good?

A frozen woodland glade ... Huh?

Don't shoot the rabbits with your harp, Chetney. They'll only explode and that's not what ANYONE wants ...

An amber coloured dome of energy over them? Oh, yeah, that definitely rings a bell ... XD

At least it's nice and warm in here ... although they are in danger of getting buried under the snow before morning ...

Essek's just IMMEDIATELY going to sleep, then ...

Fearne, you're adorable ... :3

Chetney's going hunting. WITH THE HARP. Oh boy ...

And he shoots a boar? Oh, okay, I suppose that's too big to just blow up ... food!

There's a huge city out there? Hmmmm ... no chance that's Vasselheim, maybe?

Time for food, then ...

Another try at Teleporting, then ... roll AGAIN ... 53? Fuck ...

They land ON THE SLOPE of a mountain ... AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Another jump ... another roll ... 46? No, NINETY-six ... somewhere icy and cold ... oh, that's it, then. They made it ... phew ...

Yup, they're here. On the VERY EDGE of the ruins, then ...

Time for Stealth, then ... group check time ... oh boy ... fucking hell, Travis ... 41?!!! How the FUCK did you do THAT?!!!

Shit ... are those more of theose undead ice giants? Oh no ... gods, bo what to know WHAT these things are ... eep ... O.O

Going down into the gloomy underground darkness ...

ICE TROLLS?!!! Lovely ... yeah, just GO QUIETLY, please ...

It's getting STUPID tight in here ... this is NOT GOOD ... Chetney's going ahead to check the route ...

Oh, that's a DROP. Great ... now what?

So they have to climb down with the rope ... great ... oh, Chet wonders if he could ICE-CLIMB down? I really don't know about that ... oh, the Immovable Rod, that shoudl be helpful ...

Yeah, this couldn't possibly go wrong ... O.O

A ruined courtyard? Fascinating ... smelling for anything alive down here ... a clean must? Strange ...

So he's climbing down, then ... okay ... the others getting down will be ... INTERESTING ...

Oh yeah, some light might be helpful now ...

Bones? Frozen into the ice underfoot? Hmmm ... that could be ... problematic ... and some bodies too ... oh lovely ... there's SOMETHING unpleasant down here, clearly ...

Wait ... WHO is this? Oh ... FUCK ... shit! Oh, that is SWEET!!! Nice callback ... O.O

So, going EAST then ...

The Praesidis Ward? Hmmm ...

A giant cavern that was once a city ... weird ...

It's getting WARMER? Hmmm ...

Fearne has a point ... this DOES look like that weird ruined city in the cavern on Ruidus ...

Wait ... there's SCARY things down here to be on the lookout for? Way to bury the lead there, Essek ...

Yeah, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING, people ...

He became a FISH. Really? Fascinating ...

Another Group Stealth check ... generally good rolls once more ...

Skeletons? Lots of them? Great ... this place is like a necromancer's wet dream ... I really hope this isn't where Mercer's heading with this ...

Grim Psychometry? IN HERE?!!! Whoa, Chet ...

That is ... troubling and not terribly infomrative, really ...

Crap ... was that a troll?

Moving on, then ...

Weird creepy corpse ... which wasn't there LAST TIME Essek passed through ... charming ... it IS moving, but, like, RIDICULOUSLY slow? Oh, that's unnerving ...

Imogen, AGAIN, don't touch ...

Oh, this seems like a nice, fancy place ... but Essek's not taking any chances with it, clearly ... and somebody's been through here, too ... hmmm ...

HE did this? Interesting ... well, at least he hasn't lost his sense of humour ...

Another cavern ... more industrial environs this time ... fascinating ... and it's curving UPWARDS as it goes ...

The Genesis Ward ...

It just smells of metal and water ... okay ...

So we have a specific destination now, then ...

What, try to home in on Ludinus' Harness? Could that work?

Oh, so there really ARE other things moving around in here besides the group ... that's disconcerting ...

A tent? Really? Well THAT is a pretty major sign of life ... I think they may have found what they're looking for ...

Arcane Eye? Cool ...

Oh, so something happened here ... something VIOLENT, according to the blood ... and CORPSES ... Ruby Vanguard? Oh wow ... THAT'S interesting ... this was ... relatively recent, looks like ...

More of an eagele's eye view of the cavern now ... a big jagged hole in the floor, off in the distance ... great ...

Heading in to take a look at the tent, then ...

So the deaths happened within a space of DAYS, then ... it looks like they all killed EACH OTHER?!!! O.O ... whoever did this was ENJOYING themselves? Charming ... and one of them killed HIMSELF ... and apparently was very HAPPY when he did it ... that's just LOVELY ...

It's a pretty nondescript knife, Imogen ...

Grim Psychometry again, then ... oh boy ...

Oh, so the elf was the one who killed them all ... really violently, with SIGNIFICANT manic strength ... carves soemthing into his chest ... and then kills himself too ... wow ...

Chetney DRAMATICALLY unveils the elf's chest ... a sigil ... what is it, then? Ask Essek ... he doesn;t recognise it ... Laudna casts Eyes of the Rune Keeper ... no joy, it seems ... hmmmmm ...

Oh ... Laudna asks DELILAH if she recognises it ... great ... she doesn't either ... great ...

Don't take a pee on the arcane time dome, Orym ...

Something's grinding out there ... stone on stone ...

A group stelth check, but grading everyone individually as they hide? Oh boy ...

Two groups, then ... roill well, guys ...

It's VERY TALL ... oh boy ... that is DISTURBING ... that's like ... it's a hood, but it DOESN'T actually have a head? Ye gods ... and it has a VERY BIG HAMMER it's gragging behind it ... and there's LOTS of teeth in a maw in its belly ... well THAT noise was just unsettling, Matthew ...

Fuck ... a whole bunch of creepy translucent scorpion-like creatures seem to crawl OUT OF IT ... charming ... and they're searching the area ...

Laudna just gave herself away ... and they're all going RIGHT FOR HER now ... oh fuck ...

And THIS is where Matt chooses to end it ... but not before he gives us a look at the Battlemap for next session ... and it's MASSIVE ...

Oh, this is gonna be a SCARY encounter to start things off next time ... But it's the end of the month, so that's gonna be a FORTNIGHT'S wait ...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!