#I'm being proven wrong much to my delight
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Dungeon Meshi is crazy, because even before it gets to the "good part" as it were, it's still an absolute delight to read. There's literally no bad chapters, bad characters, bad art, or anything. It's completely devoid of anything that would make it unpleasant to read. I love it so much. Literally the perfect manga.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#Like it has a complete genre shift from a light hearted fantasy comedy to a dramatic dark fantasy without skipping a single beat#I used to think it was impossible for classics to get made in this day and age#But with chainsawman houseki no kuni and dungeon meshi#I'm being proven wrong much to my delight
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Hello! I hope you have a nice day. I just wanted to point out that during the tiefling party in act 1, Gale (I can't remember exactly what he said) but he says that his close circle is very VERY small and that he has a bunch of colleagues and acquaintances but not many friends. Then there's a dialogue option to tell him that you would be glad to be his friend.
Then in the epilogue he says that his friends at the yawning portal were left with quite an impression of Tav/PC. Friends! Either I'm reading his tone wrong, or reading into it too much, but it's as if Tav/the PC helped expand Gale's close circle (as the dialogue option before this mentioned that Tav/the PC made him 'put down his quill' and enjoy Waterdeep). I just think it's sweet.
this is such a great observation, anon! these are the conversation you are referring to:
gale at the tiefling party in act i:
Gale: [about Tara] I wish she were here for me to make a formal introduction, but I would never ask her to undertake such a journey. She is safer at home. Besides, she was always telling me I needed to spread my wings, so to speak. Find mortal friends, instead of hanging onto Mystra's coattails. So that's what I'm doing. I hope.
Player: You don't have any friends? / Player: No one came to visit you during your confinement?
Gale: Sadly not. If I'm being entirely honest, my social circle is rather small. More of a dot. Or a pinhead. I've got aquaintances, certainly. Plenty of colleagues. But friends? Those are precious indeed. I hope, though we've only known each other for a short time, I might be able to count you among that number?
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Player: You must have been lonely, with only Tara for company...
Gale: Sometimes. But I imposed it upon myself, after all. I set up enough wards to keep an army at bay, never mind the few colleagues who sought to inquire about my welfare.
Gale: Tara did her best to keep my spirits up, of course, but there's only so much one tressym can make up for one's entire social circle. And she was often gone seeking items to treat my condition.
Gale: You're the first person I've spent any significant time with in a year or more. Spending time in your company, I realise that I may have left behind the greater part of my wit, and sensitivity, in my tower.
Player: I rather like the Gale stood in front of me. In fact, I'd like to see more of him...
compared to what he says in the epilogue:
Gale: Teaching at Blackstaff Academy has proven such an unexpected pleasure. Sometimes I find it hard to tear myself away. Just one of the myriad unexpected ways life has delighted me in recent months. Even my own city feels new to me, now that I share it with you.
Player: Probably because I make you put down your quill once in a while and enjoy it.
Gale: That you do. I've not had so much fun in Waterdeep since my own days as a wayward Blackstaff apprentice. You've certainly made quite the impression on my friends down at the Yawning Portal. The last I heard, they were thinking of naming a drink after you.
he really came into his own in this ending.
thank you so much for your message! 🖤
#i hope you have a nice day too (':#it's About the Growth(tm)#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoilers#bg3 patch 5 spoilers#ch: gale dekarios#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#text: asks
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i would love to see daniel making what he feels like is a mistake with wren (similar to how he fucked up with wren getting attacked by the local wildlife in the beginning of the story). like he pushes wren too far without realizing it, or hurts him in a way he didn't intend to (like rope failure during suspension bondage). love to see wren suffering and i also love to see daniel feeling guilty so like. best of both worlds lol
[SV-240 masterlist]
contents: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, suspension, dislocation.
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“Uh, could you… check the ropes again? Something’s weird about the balance.”
“I know what I’m doing, sweetheart.”
“But-”
“Just trust me. Besides, just a few more pictures and we’ll be done, okay?”
Daniel snaps a picture. One of the knots in the elaborate ropework keeping Wren suspended snaps too.
It happens in a blink of an eye. Wren becomes certain that something is wrong with Daniel’s handiwork, that it wasn’t just his imagination, and in the next moment his body jolts downwards. If that was the end of it, it wouldn’t be bad - he’d just be a bit startled, he’d get to savor Daniel being proven wrong, but, unfortunately, he mostly did know what he was doing.
Wren’s right arm was still secured with rope, and when he shifted, it stayed in exactly the same position.
He sees stars. His scream of agony comes out as a strained gasp. His shoulder is on fire.
Daniel curses, sets his camera aside and rushes to start painstakingly undoing the knots while Wren hyperventilates, eyes wide, forehead lined with cold sweat.
"I told you!" he chokes out, close to sobbing. "I fucking told you and you didn't- Why the fuck didn't you believe me?!"
Daniel doesn't answer, focused on untying the ropes; Wren's shaky breathing is the only sound. When he's finally freed, the pain only gets worse when his shoulder shifts, and he can't stop tears from falling from his eyes. It hurts so much, a completely new pain. Daniel cradles him in his arms, petting his hair, and the look of remorse on his face is nowhere near as satisfying as it would be if Wren could think more clearly.
"I'm sorry," Daniel says, carefully laying his hand on Wren's injured shoulder, making him tense up and gasp. "Next time I'll make sure the ropes are secure."
"Next time?!" Wren cries. “My shoulder is-”
"I know, I know. And… I need to set it, so be still. Just trust me."
"Again?! You just fucking showed me why-"
Once again, he doesn't get to finish his sentence - with practiced confidence Daniel grabs his arm, lifts it up, and pulls, and Wren howls in agony feeling it pop back into place.
“Okay, okay, it’s okay now,” Daniel whispers, holding Wren close as he struggles to breathe. “You can rest.” He sighs, then the corners of his mouth rise in a playful smirk. “First that animal, now this. I guess I’ll just ask Berkeley to bring me some new rope next time so there’s no more accidents, hm? I really am sorry, though. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“You didn’t learn shit,” Wren rasps, somehow mustering enough strength and clarity to glare at Daniel, who, much to his fury, laughs.
“See how quickly you bounce back? You’re stronger than you realize, sweetheart.”
Wren presses his lips tightly together and shakes his head. He’s not strong enough to fight back in a way that matters, not strong enough to escape. At the moment his strength seems completely meaningless to him, and he’s so tired of staying strong this way when Daniel only seems to find delight in it.
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#slavery whump#forced relationship whump#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#defiant whumpee#dislocation whump#wren rackham#daniel rooney#sv-240#my writing#this has been sitting in my drafts for ages#i was trying to find inspiration by going through my inbox and remembered it#love the concept anon!#i hope you like it even though it's pretty short#the doc name is 'oopsie' btw
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🎊 december bookshelf 🎊
november recs | recs tag
Happy (almost) New Year!
Here are some bits of brilliance I'm closing out the year in reading, and here's to everything that you guys have made this year. I'm so grateful to exist in a space with so much talent and so many big hearts willing to share in it, and I can't wait to read what you have cooked up for 2024 🥂
love, dot
🎊 INCENDIUM by @stargazersteddie- I have always been and will always be a weird dragon kid at heart and this fic was tailor made for the weird dragon kids of the world LIKE! dragon shapeshifter eddie is SUCH a concept and then to add dragon hunter steve to the mix? to add a genuinely intriguing corrupted corporation claiming to help people? to add ronance espionage and secrets in the woods and-? you know? a treat of a journey really and truly.
🎊 captain's log webcomic by @rogue-alien - That sweet spot where beautiful, perfectly representative art meets a brilliant premise in which Dustin finds a bunch of old "Captain's Log" tapes Eddie recorded before he died and things develop from there. Truly makes my day every time I see this has updated with a new page and as a comic book lover I'm fully enamored with everything about this
🎊 if you wanted, you could do no harm by @eskawrites - I'm a lover of a road trip story in which everything becomes clear because the scenery has changed and this is SUCH a beautiful depiction of that. getting to live inside Nancy's head as she goes from knowing she has to get out of Hawkins but not necessarily why to finding this sense of peace within herself and the things she both can control (kissing the girl who made sure she wasn't alone for the journey) and can't control (the big unknowable that is life) was a delight and a joy <3
🎊 mark it on the starmap with an x by @cheatghost - the Eddie POV "show me the place (where he inserted the blade)" sequel/ companion piece of my DREAMS. I love an Eddie character study with my whole heart and the way lou explores him in this particular circumstance, being blocked off from the joy he built for himself and leaning on Wayne and almost being forced into adapting without getting a say in the matter? Brilliant, immaculate, perfect, HELP ME.
🎊 max the bloody handed by @hellsfireclub - KAS!MAX!!! Beautiful Lucas POV as things fall into disarray, as his sense of something's wrong gets proven right, and with such a cool and eerie tone the whole way through. also Lucas with a crossbow which you KNOW is everything To Me.
🎊 this time of the year by @gothbat99 - robin HEARS nancy even when nancy isn't saying anything aloud and robin KNOWS that nancy needs a moment to let her brain go quiet and just be and I'm beside myself!! sweet and warm and tinged with the inevitable grief of the holiday season what if I cry huh?
🎊 The Future is the Same (but i have to try) by @fragilecapric0rnn - such an intriguing world built in so few words but the thing that has me on the FLOOR is the nancy and steve reckless grieving power duo of it all LIKE. designed for me specifically perhaps??? the characterization, the looming danger of every choice they make, the impulsive nature of it all!!! brilliant!
🎊 crash by @cheatghost (yes, again! sue me!) - i say 'designed for me specifically' a lot but this time it's actually TRUE and let me tell you!!! the psychic damage incurred was IMMENSE!! the nancy character study of all time, the cyclical/non-linear journey through grief and catharsis and hope and acceptance of my dreams, i'm never going to stop thinking about this fic you HAVE to read it, it's imperative To Me okay? okay. okay okay.
PS. don't forget to tip your writer in kudos and comments if you read and enjoy these! it's talking to each other about the works we create that makes this fandom world go round 💖
#dot recs#fic recs#dot post#steddie#ronance#lumax#a day early but what are you a cop???#ring in the new year by reading something new!
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ch 107
HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE....! Ah I can't believe it is ALL Tsukasa x Nene ! I always anticipate that we'll spend time elsewhere on the other guys... ahhh so many pages ♥♥♥ wonderful....!!
something so pleasant about the attentive, patient, listening Tsu... how he goes about his business navigating a boundary....
in Japanese, the word Tsukasa uses for Nene-chan here ["fussy"] is the same Amane uses to describe what Tsukasa will be like if he's interrupted at Katanuki.... ♥ Amane seems to feel very differently about 'fits' than Tsukasa does ... wwwwww.... hm, it's actually bad that Amane feels like... ♥ tantrum ... you're the one I worry about
it's too funny Tsukasa just does what Nene-chan says when she no wanna be upside-down....
I'm so sorry about your future boyfriends Nene-chan. Kidnapper and Abusive Boyfriend. they are both stupid and you hate them, I know I know....
but a pause to say, it's so funny how pairings can be as kids, ahahaha... Hakubo was, so annoyed by Sumire, such a brat child she was, so inconvenient.. apparently young Akane could be possessed to yell I HATE YOU! at Aoi....! Amane got so mad and shoved Tsukasa, and he used to call him dummy when he was frustrated too.... even Kou acts childishly and insults Mitsuba when annoyed (and isn't Mitsu such a brat haha ...) even in My Dear Living Dead and Narisokonai Snow White, we really have some "ugh!!!!" between the pairings, ahaha.
ah its funny to see Tsukasa say urusai wwwwww
GET HIM!!!! Nene-chan ♥ so bold so brave haha, Mitsuba wouldn't DREAM of doing this, haahahaha!!! you know the way people imagine Tsukasa VS Nene-chan, they'd imagine he'd rip her face off like a chimpanzee for this, I'm glad for some people to be proven wrong... lol...
meanwhile... wwwwww.... Tsukasa-chan, you complain about all of this fuss and tantrum and violence and such but... wwww.....
the atmosphere is so different wwwww all Yugi are so frustrating and make you cry, huh, Nene-chan? They wanna do things you don't and you're along for the ride, hehehehe....
Fascinated in the small gap in memory... maybe things that aren't so important to you, are easily forgotten in all that time, in a mundane way. What did mom do...? I don't remember... ah. I really like to see Tsukasa talking to his joudai so much; we don't see it as often as we do with Hanako... they seem to be saying something like, "well, children are different..." and "what did your mom do?" ... I like that they seem to not want fickle Tsukasa to lose interest or gumption hehehehaha they wanna solve this!!! nooo we can't just give up, we gotta-- do the things--- ngnngn!!!
such wonderful and magical things Tsukasa can doooo uwwaaahhh! Sometimes I get why Amane's name has the 'normal' kanji... with Amane he'll take you to a beach to do normal summertime things like whacka watermelon, go to festival stalls supernatural and non... I feel like only Tsukasa would wrangle a giant owl and steer you all around to delight you....
so sweet you're just trying to entertain her... make her happy... a natural talent
such a nice face.... ♥♥♥ Tsutsu please you...
it's like I'm having a beautiful dream... their little faces...
MOUUU IKKAI ahahahhaha, you were too good... ♥ you made her manic .. overstimulated... zoomies... soooo cute haha NENE-CHAAAN!! you're overwhelming no matter what hahahaha....
fickle.... ♥.....
the poor joudai really being put to task wwww it makes me feel like Hanako is much kinder to his, he is not this rude to them!! He is apt to pet them and thank them... I can't wait to learn what the hell these orbs are.... they are too personable lol
and then I start dreaming... madness madness... I can't bare it.... it can't be said enough, how long I've wanted this...! How it's felt so "set-up", with Tsukasa and Nene-chan both loving to sing....! I believed in my heart it was inevitable! Of course, it would be beautiful!
I can't believe Tsukasa can play this kind of coy and baiting little game....! whaaaaat? You're suddenly as adept as a children's show host... and it wasn't even your plan to send her to sleep! So what for? Just to invite her to sing? It's too cute....
ahhh.. I hope for a volume promo we get this in color. It's too sublime.... the steam off the hot gears as the boundary's water runs over them... knowing these gears are a golden color... and can you even imagine, in the anime? Both Tsukasa and Nene-chan's VAs can sing!!!! The sound is plausible....;;; it's too lovely... I can't believe such a beautiful scene can happen so 'soon' in their dynamic. I thought I'd wait so long for this, even though in my heart I knew it would happen at some point. It's amazing ... in some way, TsuNene lacks resistance.... it's their open and free natures ... impulses ... it can just 'happen'....
too serene... I wonder what it's like to not understand Tsukasa's hidden grace, the gentility? This scene is so gracious of him.... invite you to sing with me.... there are expressions only Tsukasa makes, and, suddenly the twins feel worlds apart. They feel impossibly different.... poor Amane, he doesn't often reach serenity...
I wonder what you feel, Nene-chan...? Comfort... warmth? Safety, even for a second? A sense of security... enough to fall asleep. So glad she turns to watch him sing...
Looking at it. Why is it like some sort of date ... TsuNene is impressive. You took a girl on an amusement park ride .... you serenaded her ... Amane, look out....
two things... 1. it's crazy you can just catch Mirai like this when Amane could NOT at ALL, even with how desperately he wanted to prevent her from touching Nene-chan in the Clockkeepers arc. and 2. you suddenly have this violent agility to stop this inhuman speeding mouse, but you simply let Nene-chan evade your sleep fingers just earlier? Tsukasa really is avoiding using violence with Nene-chan....
ah, you remind me of someone!
the Yugi can be so different and then so alike. It's a pain, isn't it? tedious things... the mysteries. And here Mirai is, droning on about justice and crime and rules.... all of the things we don't need. If we want to change the future, we'll have to break all of those. The Yugi look at other mysteries as chores in these circumstances. You'd just like to do as you please without annoying interruptions. Of course, it has to happen... sigh.
Interesting to hear Mirai refer to their 'Court of Law'. I suppose that 'space' we see is some sort of body of their boundary, and some aspect of their themeing. These gavels ... how annoying. This truly is a force opposite to the destructive and villainous Yugi who are trying to bend fate to their desires. Strictures... ! Governing ... bleh.
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I'm thinking of a winter Fontaine idea rattling in my head. The Traveler, along with the Hearth trio, invite Furina out to enjoy a winter festival.
They all enjoy the booths, snacks, and crafts before meering at the grand theater for holiday films. Furina is tasked with saving the seat on the end next to her.
Their last guest is able to make it before the premiere to the Hearth kids' delight. The Knave, bundled up and out of breath, asks Furina to pass down wrapped sweets down the line of their group.
Furina doesn't expect anything, thinking she was a last minute invitation, is shocked to be given a box as well. Inside is chocolate cookie truffles, decorated as cute smiling snowmen.
"T-thank you! They're almost too adorable to eat."
Aww thats so cute! Furina self-deprecating thoughts hurt so much but also instantly being proven wrong, like not only was she included but I also have the feeling Arle made the cookies with Furina in mind.
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Here's Spectre's dialogue with The Gore and Blue Angel.
The Gore: So you're the one goin' around asking everybody to Duel.
Spectre: Ah! The Gore! Are you here to challenge me before I could challenge you?
The Gore: It's not my style to back down from a fight.
Spectre: I don't recall threatening you, but I doubt this tiny detail will change your mind.
The Gore: You're right. I'm not here to chitchat.
Spectre: Then let's begin. By the way, I watched your Duel.
The Gore: Which Duel?
Spectre: The one against Master Varis at the Tower of Hanoi.
The Gore: ........
Spectre: You Dueled magnificently for a loser - no offense. One card turned the whole Duel around. When Master Varis played Mirror Force!
The Gore: Humph...You playing mind games with me?
Spectre: No. I'm just telling you what I observed. Though I know about your Dueling, you know nothing of mine. That's not fair for you.
The Gore: You don't need to worry about me. Ever.
Spectre: Oh?
The Gore: I didn't like you back then. But now that all this time has passed...I still don't like you.
Spectre: Hahaha! You're scary. I love it!
Blue Angel: Spectre...!
Spectre: Oh my! It's Blue Angel! I'm delighted you've come to say hello. I've been looking forward to Dueling you again. By the way, that avatar? It's my favorite.
Blue Angel: I never expected to Duel you again in this avatar - and I wish I didn't have to.
Spectre: Your tone of voice suggests that you don't like me very much - even though I'm your greatest fan.
Blue Angel: You're as much of a fan of mine as I am of yours!
Spectre: That's no way to talk to someone who knows you best. I am familiar with everything regarding Blue Angel.
[flashback]
Blue Angel: In the fairy tale, Blue Angel’s friends put her on the right path. And that’s what I’ll do for you.
Spectre: Put me on the right path? Why? My current path has led to many a win.
Blue Angel: What's different this time is that you have nothing left to heal you. I'll deal enough damage to get rid of your remaining LP and win this Duel.
Spectre: You have clearly proven who the better Duelist is in this match. Just look at this loser!
Blue Angel: You may feel that way, but it's not true. I'll help you realize that when the Duel's done.
Spectre: Uhh...What? When I said to take a look at this loser...I was talking about you! I wasn't talking about me! You've proven that you are nowhere close to being as skilled a Duelist as I am, Blue Angel. A real Duelist would remember that I still had a card. I activate the Trap Card, Sunbloom Doom! I regain LP equal to all your Trickstars' ATK!
Blue Angel: No...This can't be happening...
Spectre: But it is happening right before your very eyes! And there's nothing you can do to stop it!
Blue Angel: Agh...
Spectre: Oh my. Did I go too far? I couldn't control myself after you decided that you could lecture me. You said you'd deal me enough damage to end this Duel, but it appears your math was a bit incorrect. I read you like a book. And there is a moral to our story. Unlike a children's book, real life doesn't always have happy endings. Most end in tragedy!
Blue Angel: You might think that now, but my friends will prove you wrong.
Spectre: it's too bad they're not here to see you off, but they'll be joining you soon enough. I would ask if you had any last words, but we’ve reached the final page. Farewell, Blue Angel.
Blue Angel: Argh...Aaaaaahhhhh!
[end flashback]
Blue Angel: I'm not the same Blue Angel you faced back then! I'll prove it to you in this Duel!
Spectre: It seems I need to remind you. That you were nothing then...And you're still nothing now!
#yu gi oh#duel links#yu gi oh vrains#spectre#skye zaizen#george gore#roken kogami#mirror force#sunbloom doom
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
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Hi hi Tej and thank you for the inbox delight 💜💜
I'm in a weird writing headspace right now, which means it's probably the right time to reflect and be nice to myself. But it's haaaaard, wah. Well, here we go in no particular order:
You are here (cacw; canon-compliant)
20,000 words on why oh why Bucky hides from Steve, why Steve is such a big meanie to him all movie, and making them talk and hug about it. (Among other things.) I kind of wish I could replicate how it felt to write this one. I was just having a lot of fun with absolutely no plan, pressure, or expectations for myself.
Head in the sky (canon-divergent Cold War shrinkyclinks)
Everything on this list is self-indulgent but, whew, this really made (1) me happy. Featuring: a determined bossy Steve, a lost yet competent little soldier, and the both of them against a world, babey. Held together with a big helping of mutual protectiveness and devotion, naturally.
The more things change (WWII, post-bar scene)
I wrote this a while ago now, but there's something about the tightness of the story/plot that still makes me happy on rereads.
And you, you must’ve been looking for me (post-canon Brooklyn boys)
Maybe someday I’ll finish a long fic, but until then I’m much more confident in getting an idea across with as few words as I can get away with. There are not a lot of words in this one, but I like the ones I picked and they all work pretty hard, I think. Also I clearly need to put this on ao3 because it took forever to find what even is a tumblr blog.
Till there were no more wolves in the West (western + historical AU)
Speaking of longer fics I'd sure like to finish... What can I say, it's my most favorite of the bunch. Probably because it is so very specific to my interests in hyper-competent battle boyfriends, doomed promises, feeling unworthy of love (and being proven wrong), and also American myths and misremembered history. I first-drafted the epilogue last week and I'm feeling a little misty eyed about it.
Okay, that was way too much talking about myself, eek 🙈. But thank you lovely Tej, hope you have a fab weekend ahead of you 😘
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Got both of your paperbacks as a gift for myself and have just devoured Gerald Poole and the Pirates in one sitting and found it probably one of the most delightful things I've held in my hands recently.
Thwaites' playfulness and casual teasing and flirting had me head over heels, especially in the moments when it was aimed directly at Jack. Although I'd have loved to read about the two of them getting to share Gerald, I gotta say—the fact that it wasn't included leaves my mind stewing in thoughts that I do enjoy very much.
And on another note, the way you wrote the relationship between Thwaites and Cotton struck a cord with me that I didn't expect to be touched at all, and all I can say, really, is that it felt extremely refreshing ❤️ In a similar way, I don't think I've ever felt as seen as when reading about Gerald being so eager to learn and work. I don't think I've ever read a protagonist quite like this—I know he's written with ADHD in mind, and maybe it's just that, but it's still a funny kind of feeling to see a character with the same things going on with them as me. I always think I can never feel that again while reading, and time after time I'm proven wrong, each time with a different thing.
Either way, I'm very happy that I got Heart of Stone at the same time because this one left me starved for more of your stories, and I'm definitely keeping an eye out for any possible other paperbacks of yours! For now, Gerald Poole is immediately going on the special bookshelf, and I expect Heart of Stone will soon follow :)
Gerald Poole and the Pirates on TheStoryGraph / / Heart of Stone on TheStoryGraph
Thank you so so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
I definitely do plan to do some more with these four horrid bastards in the future, especially doing a bit more plotty piracy stuff when I get around to it, so there will be some more things in future - Thwaites is such a fun character for me, and especially his platonic and mostly asexual dynamic with Cotton that's so full to the brim with love and care, but also, like.
Being crotchety old men with one another.
I am hoping to finish another paperback in the second half of this year, which will be Powder and Feathers, so fingers crossed! <3
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Bestie bestie!!!!
Firstly welcome back i hope your travels were safe and comfortable and the trip was amazing and relaxing.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY! Alys Rivers has been announced (along with three more characters) they cast Gayle Rankin.
I'm not familiar with her work but people who have seen her on theatre say she is a very talented actress.
Do you have any thoughts? Personally I'm so excited with the announcements! Idk anyone but I'm sure they will be great and do their characters justice just as the already existing cast have!
Omg, hiiiii! I have just this moment parked by butt down and enjoyed some much needed playtime with my pooch!
I am feeling super rested and had an amazing time, though I’ve come back with the lurgy and now have a nasty sounding cough 😫 Hope you are doing okay!
I’ve seen a lot of negative comments floating around regarding the casting of Gayle as Alys. I will admit, I have my reservations. I love Gayle as Sheila in GLOW, but can’t picture her as a believable Alys Rivers.
HOWEVER, I initially bit my thumb at Ewan being cast as Aemond (could not get my head around Baby Monk playing a Westerosi war criminal) and was delighted to be proven wrong, so I suppose we’ll see!
I am cautiously optimistic - the casting for season one was spot on, so hoping season two follows suit!
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Thoughts on the new excerpt ?
it seems promising.
the chapters all had their good moments. FrostWhistle is basically becoming canon (sad that Whis isn't the cat that accompanies Frost on the journey), but Whis was so kind and it was so fun to see Whis In the text instead of in my head constantly. I have to admit I squealed in delight when Whis appeared. my little whiw has speaking lines! finally! (ok yeah Whis appeared briefly in River, but that was all)
the lack of buildup was a bit sad. I don't really believe Frost has spent a lot of time with Whis in the books as very little time passes between them atm. but in a magical otherworld (daily whis verse), they're spending a lot of time just having fun! I like that Frost trusts Whis so much, even when she has no reason to do so. She has to Trust Nobody, but Whis is an exception (is Whis Nodoby?) and it's so cute to see
Nightheart is Nightheart, he's ok. it's a bit annoying that the narrative makes it seem like he was actually wronged instead of him being an ass, but whatever, can't change that. but at least the female characters aren't portrayed as vile anymore. honestly my first thoughts when reading his chapter was that Myrtlebloom was going to steal his girl, and then Finchlight had that one line "Finchlight was heading toward Sunbeam. “Don’t worry,” she told Nightheart as she passed him. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t feel lonely.”" like damn girl, you're stealing your brother's gf almost immeditately there.
the rest of that chapter was a bit grating. i liked Myrtlebloom and Bayshine being sillies (and pulling out the Nightheart cringe comp) and Spark, Lily and Finch getting positive spotlight was fun, but the bigger clan stuff was fun to see finally, but annoying. Why Are So Many Cats Against Squirrelflight Becoming Leader? i mean yeah, it could be seen as them being weaker than before, or some other political stuff, but the total dislike of Squirrelflight by a grand part of the clan irks me. Twigbranch is an mvp for truly believing in Squilf. Lionblaze please stfu, you have done enough dumb things.
and i'm not that big a fan of deputy Ivypool. I know why she was chosen, both in a watsonian(in universe) and a doylist(our world) explanation, but it's a bit annoying. If they make the drama between dove and ivy good, While Also portraying Ivy in the wrong (because she is!) then maybe i'll allow it.
and then Sunbeam. it was an interesting chapter to end on, but if the Erins make Sunny fret over Night for a whole book I will riot. it will probably not 100% be the case because Berryheart has very clearly proven herself to be A Problem, but damn hell if she spends all her chapters thinking about her dumb boyfriend. Sun had some great moments in that chapter, being a bit awkward now that she's on her own (kinda) in a camp she barely knows, but luckily she has her two girlfriends Myrtle and Finch (plus Bay and Spark) who love and support her.
Berry's whole spiel was also a sight to beckon. Really well done, and Spark was having her "i'm the mom who steps up" moment and using it like a champ. I also Loved how Finch implied that Berry might be the reason Sun bailed. Finch is right, Berry is excruciating. The worries she planted in Sun's head better develop in Sun discovering she's in a wonderful environment now, surrounded by cats she loves and that love her, romantically or not. that she finds value and joy in living in this clan
just please, Erin Hunter. You made Bristlefrost so bland in the latter half of tbc, that was already enough, please don't do this again.
so yeah, I liked this preview. I can't buy it because i'm not shipping this bastard over from america to read, but maybe i'll grab the pdf and buy it once it gets translated in dutch (in many, many years, we're only at darkest night (avos book 4) atm)
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(I-uh-I saw the Reverse Self-Ship post you made via a mutual and I noticed you were cool and also an adult One Piece fan so-uh-I'mma leave my lil infodump if you don't mind. Also if you have any pronouns you prefer let me know so I can use the proper ones!)
So as of last week I'm now holding hands with the entire Monster Trio from One Piece. Zoro was an immediate infatuation (and the reason I started watching it aside from just finally having time to invest), meanwhile Sanji and especially Luffy I thought were platonic but I was proven wrong pretty quick.
Uh-I headcanon Sanji as a closeted bisexual and in my little self-insert AU I end up being his kind of "bi-awakening" I guess or at least the first thing that makes him ask the important questions. Uh-I have one self-insert that has a good amount of plotting but I've been primarily using an isekai trope for self-inserting. And since it's already an AU for the isekai and the self-inserting itself-and because I'm really attached to the concept of magic(*cough*andimstillnotoverowlhouseending*cough*)-I made my self insert a descendant of the nearly extinct species of magic users aka witches. So I'd have to figure all that out along with the universe itself and Bi panic.
I think the isekai concept came along as I got a lot more attached to the Straw Hats in general since I'm always a sucker for friendship and found family tropes. And when I got into One Piece life had been taking a bad turn so this is kind of an escape for me.
Back to the self-ship though-I'm still not sure how the relationship would start-but I'd end up being just this 5'4 pink-haired autistic male who ended up being the boyfriend to 3 big strong (but also lovable) pirates. And since I'm shorter and they're also a lot stronger than me, they pick me up a lot out of nowhere just because I was there. I'd take cooking lessons from Sanji, I'd nap with Zoro, and I'd teach Luffy some drawing. But I can't have one without the others now, I love them too much now.
I have little nicknames I'd have them call me, some even pre-relationship. Sanji would call me "Cotton-Candy Head" because of the pink hair (but with a lot more affection than when he started calling Zoro Moss-Head) and then "Little Prince". Zoro would call me "Pinky" for the hair and then after I broke out of my shell a bit he'd call me "Puppy" because once I get comfortable around people I got big ol' golden-retriever energy. Luffy would probably call me "Nugget" and "Squishy" (I have a round face and also I can see Luffy looking at me and having a moment kinda like that one of Dory from Finding Nemo where she goes "I Shall Call Him Squishy And He Shall Be Mine. And He Shall Be My Squishy")
And then I have nicknames for them:
Zoro- Matcha Boy/Man, Teddy Bear (I feel like considering the naps and stuff, he would give good snuggles. I mean-the plush I have of him is nice to snuggle with.)
Sanji- Honey Bun, Sweetums (Because he's the biggest sweetie, his hair is a shade of yellow like honey, and honey buns are good!)
Luffy- Sunshine, Cap' (He's the captain of the thousand SUNNY and he's a bright ray of sunshine in my day and Cap sounds cute to say for him as the Captain of the crew)
And I'mma leave it at that. Uh-thanks for the opportunity to talk about my selfships! Take care of yourself and drink water!
ah! \o/ I love this - my friend has an OC story where the OC is a witch - but not an isekai style. I love isekais. LOVE them, I don't give a heck what anyone else thinks of them, I love them. (I mention this because I love the witch idea, and you both did it very differently too! Similar concepts don't bother me because people always end up with different details and that Delights Me <3 )
I've got notes for my own self-insert via isekai for a few different titles cause my blorbos don't mesh well. It was quite a good idea to fall for the monster trio cause they're all already all there and together XD
The pet names are sending me \o/ they're so cute xD I love little pink-haired masc witch from another world!
Thank you very much for sharing ❤️
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Hi! I just discovered your blog and I swear pygmalion has me in a chokehold. The incredible writing makes it impossible to put down (and to be honest after I'm done I just reread it all over again), the absolutely brilliant take on homelander is both terrifying and heartwrenching at once, and the reader's personality and all those little details we gotten are gold (also it may seem like a small thing but the fact that the reader has curly hair and is plus size may have made my week)
You have no idea how I CHERISH this ask and how many times I’ve answered it in my head. It makes me just giddy. I honestly thought no one would be reading my silly, self-soothing fantasies and BOY am I glad to be proven wrong!
Just the fact that you find it entertaining is everything to me, let alone that you’ve just confirmed for me that the terrifying aspect of Homelander is coming across. One of the things I’m very concerned with this story is balancing the very real danger he poses with how soft you (Reader) make him. How he doesn’t recognize the tender parts of himself this relationship has uncovered.
And I’m also just DELIGHTED that you found both the curly hair and the plus size to be enjoyable. Mostly because I decided to start writing this fic because I wanted to make the Homelander content I wanted to read. I love all the writers in this fandom with a passion! But I wanted to write about my own experience with my fat body and how that makes men like Homelander feel— someone who is both extremely vain and extremely self-conscious of his own body— and also something that reflected my insecurities both on how I look and how ordinary I sometimes feel.
I think Homelander needs a lot more ordinariness in his life than he accepts. I think he needs to stop running from being unimportant because he thinks it means to be unloved. I wanted so badly to write about daily, small acts of love and the power I think they have. Because making a home is not about the grand gestures, but the small special things we do for each other.
Thank you so much for doing this small special thing for me. I shall continue cherishing this comment
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dream by WOMBO Draws the Park! Part 4
Ghoul City was a fun prompt, you guys. For being just two words with any number of connotations by themselves, the generator came up with some images strikingly close to what I actually envision for this area of All Hallows.
Strangely enough, the filter-less iteration didn't give me anything very interesting, so we'll break with tradition and start with HD:
This is clearly The Bad Part Of Town, and in this town that's really saying something! I think that shack at the left foreground is the meeting place for some sort of ancient Egypt-focused secret society.
Melancholic produces a completely different vibe:
Frankly, it's the wrong vibe. This says to me "post-war Eastern Europe" much more than "raucous urban monster-fest." I include it for instructional purposes.
Its cousin Malevolent does a little better:
I don't know about you, but I think the party's over.
Given the influence of 1950s monster movies over this area, I couldn't not try out the black-and-white filter, Etching:
Looks like the radiation leak at Unethco Labs is causing the city skyscrapers to meld with a race of alien cyclopses!
Speaking of radiation, I don't love the Radioactive filter, which tends to produce results that remind me of knock-off band posters sold at head shops. But that's a vibe that potentially works for Ghoul City, so here it is:
This is one hurting downtown, with all that acid sludge.
Provenance gives us a similar color palette with slightly more defined imagery:
I actually really like this look. The jumbled-up high-rises create a similar energy to the one I envision, with a very slight Tokyo or Hong Kong flavor. And at center-left we've got some sort of glowing-eyed specter with a huge toothy maw...or is it two humanoid creatures with glowing heads going in for an embrace?
Steampunk did surprisingly well:
This actually looks significantly more modern than I would have expected from a filter named after a spec-fic genre with a deliberately Victorian aesthetic. There's a definite "alien invasion" vibe going on.
I've saved the best two for last. First, Blacklight:
Is it just me, or did this filter almost print the word "GHOUL" in the lower right? We'll see something similar again from this filter in the future. This is such a terrific image--that is either the cineplex where everyone is going to gather to watch the latest horror flick (and then have to figure out what to do when it comes to life right there in Theater 13), or the entrance to Club Bloodsucker after the not-actually-vampires-for-tax-reasons proprietors go mainstream.
And now what is probably my favorite of the batch, Synthwave!
This is just...amazing. The other filters came up with ghoulish cities, but this is a ghoul in a city. It's actually at ground level, which none of the others quite are, and that makes the horror very...personal. If I were trying to generate marketing posters for All Hallows, this would definitely make the cut.
For the bonus single-attraction prompt, how could I not go with the area's signature ride? I ran Attack of the Monsters in 3-D through the relatively new Realistic filter, and I got this utterly delightful image:
This is a literal film poster, title and all. And it absolutely works because the ride concept is based entirely on monster movies. I'm thinking about making this critter a Ghoul City mascot. What should I call it?
#all hallows#all hallows theme park#halloween#ghoul city#attack of the monsters in 3-D#ai generated art
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Day one: Office sex
Kinktober: Loki Edition (2021)
I know it's late, but do not worry. If I don't finish this by the end of October, it will still continue on untill there all 31 prompts are done!
Here is what is to be expected for: Kinktober 2021.
(Name) and Loki had always had this sexual tension between one another. Their intense gaze never left one another in heated moments of anger, only building adding the fuel to their hot tension between them.
Of course something was bound to happen with all the tension they built up over the years of constant back and fourths. Not to mention the stress the two had pent up due to their positions; Loki, deeming himself as the president of the void wasteland, (Name) being leader of those hiding underground away from Golieth's jaws.
The two were currently in a "meeting" in regards to combining their forces and expanding their communities to expand from underground out and slowly build a tripolis of their own. (Name) knew Loki had past rulership on his home on Asgard, although she was well aware he had his bent up ways of what was right and what was wrong. It most certainly is not uncommon to run into some kind of Loki variant, and president Loki was by far the most corrupt of all the Loki's coming through to the void. However, it was still very thrilling to her to know such a dangerous man wanted her.
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"Come on love, think about it" Loki had gotten up from his seat and made his way over to (Name). His strong and firm hands gripped the head of her large desk chair "you and I, in complete control over all"
His words like syrup as his breath trickled her exposed neck. A shiver of delight came over her "we will be unstoppable" he purred out
"President Loki, as much as I love the idea of 'us' I will have to turn down your offer, dear" she said schooling back her desires
"and why is that?" he asked as he moved to the side of her leaning against her desk facing her, watching her with predatory eyes
"The reason is simple, Loki. You are still as crooked as ever, I could never allow someone like yourself to take over my people. I do not wish to have them subjected to your curruption" she said glaring at him slightly
"and how am I currupted?" he asked her with an arch of his brow
"well for one you are notoriously know for back stabbing any and everyone in the back to gain all kind of power you can get your hands on" she said leaning back in her seat as she pushed away from the desk "you have proven many times you re no to be trusted, and all your promises are never kept"
"That was before meeting you, love" he said with a bark of a laugh.
"Charmed, I'm sure you get everyone with that bullshit of a line" (Name) scoffed as she got up from her chair walking to the window looking down at her small community town
"Surprisingly you are the first, if it were anyone else at this point I would kill them and take over by force" he said getting up behind her his body pressed up against her "of course I always get what I want...and I will do that by force if I have to, love."
His words fell into a whisper, his hands snakes their way round her waist. His touch was electrifying, her head slumped back resting on his shoulder when he pulled her closer to him. Her back side press up against his front slowly she could feel the way his body was reacting to hers being so close to her.
"So what do you say, love. Just give me the chance to change your judgement on me" he said placing kisses at her next so sensationally making her body tingle all over
"Loki...not in my office" she said her voice betraying her as her voice wavered in delight and lust at his touch
"Come on, love. Live a little" he purred in her ear as turned over pressing her back up against the glass.
Loki let one of his hands slip down her side and having her hook a leg around his waist. (Name)'s boy complied obidently to his touch. He started to grind himself against her, she held onto him; her hands tangled in his hair, her skirt had risen up as one of her legs was held up by his hand.
She made a groan as she felt herself losing her will to fight back her desires for this man. Her hand worked on unbuckling his belt, he let out a dark lustful chuckle as he helped her.
(Name) grabbed his face and kissed him, he seemed to melt into the kiss. As he melted into the kiss she felt spark in her stomach as she too melted into it, it was something they couldn't explain aside from the fact it was no longer tension or our sexual desire; there was something else that sparked in them that shifted in that moment.
Her hand ran down his chest down to his abdomen; her hands rested at the waistband of his briefs. (Name)'s hand slipped under the elastic band grabbing hold of his hard erection, bringing it out she started to move her hand up and down his shaft. Loki let out a small moan at the stimulation feeling how her palm would run against the tip of his erection every so often. He pulled back giving a light chuckle
"How about we get a little more comfortable, love" he purred as he leads (Name) to her desk.
They stumble a little together, until Loki grabbed her from the waist and lifted her to sit on the desk.
(Name) moved some things from behind her, Loki rested his hands on the outer side of her thighs and resting on the desk. He captured her lips in a blissful kiss, her hand grabbed the side of his face pulling him in. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her skirt had slipped up more at the new position.
Loki with skillful hands pulled her by the waist and pulled to the edge, his hand ran up her tight curving into her inner thigh. She felt a shiver of excitement as she felt his hand getting closer to her private area, his finger made contact to her thin panties. They started to make work on getting her wet through her panties, oh how (Name) craved for more. Her moans where like music to his ears; he pushed aside her underwear and slipped a finger into her.
Clothes were now dishelved, (Name)'s panties were off and on the floor along with Loki's belt and tie. (Name) was facing her desk bent forward with Loki deep inside her, he kissed at her exposed neck as he started to pound into her
"Come on, love. Let us unite our followers" he said into her ear with soft huffs as he thrusted in and out of her
"Not if you promise-" a loud moan came out from her which she used a hand to cover her mouth before she continued muffling a little "you have to promise you won't betray my trust and my people" she said looking back to him.
"As you wish, love" he said as he felt her relax and losing herself into the pleasure.
#president Loki#president Loki x reader#lokix reader#loki Laufeyson#loki odinson#loki#kinktober: loki edition#kinktober#smut#loki smut#x reader
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. . . . . ╰──╮𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙╭──╯ . . . . .
🌈Damiano X Ethan X reader
part 3/3 [catch up on the first two instalments]
NSFW! 🔥 smut of the kinkiest filthiest degree
° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style]
° a trip to Ikea yields surprising results with you getting to know Ethan & Damiano better- but there is still so much being left unsaid...
word count:8,101
° requested by @superchrystaldrug 💋 thankyou for all your support & patience during this process. & thankssomuch to @dreaded-earth-witch 💋 for your unwavering enthusiasm & for chatting all things britney bitch with me 🌈 & thanks to everyone who read & let me tell this story in my way-- i was legit terrified before posting part1 cos i feared yall wouldnt get the title or that my intentions would be misinterpreted but yall got me & let me follow my vision
True to their word, you were in an Ikea that weekend - taking advantage of the store's late opening hours to go in after the main rush of customers had died down. The size of the furniture store was daunting and you looked around without any clue of where anything was.
You held Ethan's hand, your eyes jumping from one sign to another. "Where should we start?"
"How about with the pudervivas?" Damiano asked.
"And what the Hell is that?"
He brought forward the store's catalogue, showing you what had gotten his attention. "I dunno, but it's right here in the sale section."
"That says pillowcase." Ethan said, indicating to the smaller print. "You don't need those, right hun?"
"Nope, I'm all set."
"Okay, how 'bout a brimnes?" Damiano pointed to a photo of a white dressing table with a mirror attached.
"Sure, take me to the brimnes-es-es-s."
Beginning into the first section, Damiano pushed the shopping cart while you and Ethan walked behind him. You had been terrified that this outing wouldn’t go well, that this would be where the connection fizzled and you discovered you didn’t have that much in common with these men after all. This wasn’t a typical outing for people who were casually fucking.
But there wasn’t anything typical about your set-up with Ethan and Damiano. You needed to stop trying to predict what would happen next because every time, it only led to you being proven wrong. None of your worries were rooted in reality and you continued to delight in every second spent in their company.
It was absolutely effortless to fall into this state of domestic bliss with them. It didn’t feel too early, it didn’t feel like something you should question.
“Can we get this?” Damiano asked, parking the cart as he gestured to a bookshelf mounted to one of the display walls. “Picture this: we get some of those styrofoam heads and you can put a wig on each and have them all out on display.”
“That could be cute.” You said as Ethan took a photo of the item and its code for later reference.
“Ah yes, because what woman’s bedroom would be complete without a, uh…” He trailed off, looking at the tag with a furrowed brow. “A lee-lea… liatorp? That’s exactly what you need, baby, a good liatorp.”
“I’ve been saying that this whole time.” Damiano said.
“Why are all the names such tongue twisters?” You asked.
Damiano turned to you with a wicked grin. “I’ll give you something to twist your tongue around.”
“Actually they have entire teams dedicated to naming things, there’s this method that they follow, something about the founder having dyslexia… And, what are you doing?” Ethan asked.
“What? As if I’m gonna stand still while they play Britney Spears.” Damiano said, reaching one arm out dramatically before placing both hands over his heart. “‘Cause I need to know now, oh, because…”
You hadn’t noticed the music playing over the speakers until now, but you could tune into the song he was singing along to. You couldn’t remember the last time you had heard it, but you were immediately teleported back to your childhood, learning these steps alongside your sister, committing each beat to memory.
It had been your mother’s idea to enrol the two of you into dance classes, while you were both still in primary school. It had been a ploy to encourage your sister into more girly activities, to fill up her schedule so she would have less time to pursue her hobby of skateboarding. It wouldn’t suffice to have a tomboy for a daughter.
This hadn’t worked in the case of your sister. She had made friends with all of the boys, developing an interest in something they talked about nonstop - BMX biking. She had danced for less than a year.
But you had kept going, continuing on and making friends with all of the cute girls in class. You had a brain for choreography and Britney Spears had always been a favourite to watch.
“Still believe…” Ethan sang along as he walked away, going into the next display mini-house.
Damiano had one hand on the trolley, but kept dancing, with a lot of hair flips. You stepped in on the next beat, going into a wide-step and throwing your arms out in front of you. You rocked your weight to one knee, crossing your arms over your chest. You rocked back to the other side and flicked your wrists out with a flair.
Damiano watched you, eyes wide and he had stopped singing. He followed along a little bit behind you. You put your hands up to either side of your head, tossing your hair about. You bounced down into your knees, then completed the next series of quick steps and turns as best as you could remember.
“She knows the choreography.” He loudly proclaimed, making you falter - but you weren’t about to do a cartwheel into a front-flip in this shop. “She knows the choreography. How do you know every step?”
“I dunno, I kinda used to be a dancer.” You said, bobbing along to the emotional break of the song, catching your breath before the big surge that came in for the last two choruses.
You hit the dramatic beat, stepping one foot out and immediately throwing your head down, making your hair fan out. You tossed your head back, then repeated this for the next two beats. Damiano was cheering as you hit every beat with a hip thrust, working your arms up and out.
You completed a slow hip roll and took half a step back. You had never done anything like this before, Reace would rather die than admit to knowing you if you attempted a stunt like this in his presence. But you wanted to show off for Damiano, his praise nourished every part of you, energising you.
You broke down onto your knees, sliding forward across the floor and he cheered even louder, his ‘yaasss’-ing could probably be heard throughout the entire store. You twirled around on the ground before getting up in two separate, articulated moves.
“Hit me baby one more time!”
At the same second, you both launched a leg up, completing the song with a bold high kick. You were breathless as you started to laugh, your blood pumping in a way that it hadn’t since you’d had to give up assistant teaching.
He sprang forwards, hands on your face as he placed a kiss onto your mouth. “Just when I think you can’t get any hotter…”
Your nose crinkled as you returned his wide smile. “Stop.”
“No, you’re the one who needs to stop before I propose to you right now.”
You put your arms around him, sliding your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Your attraction and excitement blocked out your usual awareness of how politely to act in public.
“I’d want you down on more than one knee in front of me.” You murmured.
He secured his arms around you and lifted you off of the ground. You smiled, feeling your heart swelling as you stared into his eyes. You could hardly believe that it had only been a week since you had met this man. And yet, you were relaxed, not questioning any of your actions.
You felt like you were so perfectly yourself whenever you were around him and Ethan - maybe the most you that you’d ever been.
You kissed him, feeling weightless. You kicked your legs up and heard the rattle of a shopping cart, this was quickly followed by the complaint of a disgruntled stranger.
“Hey, watch who you’re knocking into there, love birds.”
You looked around to where a woman was quickly pushing her cart away from you. “Sorry.”
The cheeky look on Damiano’s face made you think that he wasn’t very sorry at all. “My bad.” He returned your feet to the ground. “Where the Hell did Ethan go?”
You looked around, all of the dividing walls making it impossible to get a clear lay of the land. “Holy crap, we lost him.”
“More like he lost us.” Damiano said, pulling the trolley back over to him. “C’mon, he can’t have gotten that far, it was only one song.”
“Right.” You pulled your phone out of your bag, ready to call Ethan’s number if he failed to appear.
“So what does I sorta used to dance mean?” Damiano asked.
“I was one of those annoying kids that always had a lot of energy, so my mum put me and my sister in dance classes. And I just kept signing up every year.” You said. “I wasn’t anything special, like I never did competitions or anything like that.”
“Absolutely not, I never want to hear you say that ever again, ‘cause you will literally break my heart. What I just saw you do - that is the definition of special. My mind is blown.”
“Why?” Ethan asked, his head poking out from around a pantry. “Did you find the perfect brimnes?”
“Oh, hey baby.” Damiano said, approaching him to give him a quick kiss. “I found something far better than any brimnose.”
“I believe it’s brimnes.” Ethan said with careful enunciation.
“Our darling avida over there, can dance.” Damiano said and you turned to face the closest wall, studying the mounted picture ledge. “And I don’t mean like a little one-two-three box step with lots of hairography or a fuckin’ floss. She was doing the choreography from the video. She even did the slide on her knees and she was twirling around on the ground, like bam, bam, bam. It was so hot.”
“You really did all of that?”
Your face was aflame. “He’s a bad influence on me.”
“He is for everyone.” He said. “But maybe you can show me some of your moves too?”
“Yeah, but another time, when I’m not so distracted by a mosslanda.” You said as he stood beside you, looking at the white shelf with a furrowed brow. “But I don’t actually have any photo frames.”
“We can get you some of those, babe.” He put a hand on your arm and slid this down to link his fingers with yours. “But come look at this thing I found, I think it’s gonna be perfect to store all of your makeup.”
“Awesome.”
Ethan maintained focus much better than Damiano as you moved through the store, mostly avoiding any other customers.
In every fake kitchen, Damiano would place himself at the stovetop, shuffling around what pots and pans he could get his hands on. He asked for your dinner order and, no matter what dish you said, he would confidently reply that yes, he could cook that for you. If you had any doubts, you looked at Ethan with your eyebrows raised and he would just nod with a knowing look on his face.
“Halloumi fries?”
“Are you kidding? Yes, duh. Probably in my sleep, I could make those-...”
“No.” Ethan cut in, standing beside Damiano. “No trying to prove that. No trying to do anything in your sleep.” Ethan pulled the fruit bowl closer and picked out three of the fake oranges.
“Halloumi fries are my favourite. If you made those for me, I would just- holy crap, I’d love you forever.” You told Damiano.
He grinned. “Maybe we stop off at the grocery store on the way back to your place and I could get some supplies to make them for you tonight.”
“Really? Oh, that would be so Heavenly and… You know how to juggle?” You had turned to look at where Ethan’s movements had caught your eye.
He continued to toss around the plastic fruit in one continuously smooth cycle. He knew exactly where his hands needed to be, planning his moves a couple of steps ahead. “I’m basically a circus freak.”
“Girl, why are you surprised? You already know that he’s good with his hands.” Damiano said, making you laugh. “So very skilled.”
You turned around and took a few steps away, shaking your head as you waited for the laughter to die down.
"Because I'm a drummer…"
"Exactly, 'cause of the drumming." Damiano said. "I don't know what she's thinking of."
You were still chuckling when you returned back to the fake kitchen. "So now you know my hidden talent and I know yours…" You pointed to Damiano. "But what about yours?"
He shrugged. "I guess, my cooking. But you'll have to wait a while to see for yourself…"
It turned out that he didn't need any food or extra preparation to unveil his hidden talent for you. You were interrupted from looking over a plush armchair when a familiar beat began to play over the speakers.
Damiano got up from the couch in the fake living room you were touring. Ethan grabbed you by the shoulders and moved you out of the way.
"You are not about to twerk in this Ikea." He said.
"If they didn't want me to twerk…" Damiano said, flicking his hair as he looked back at the two of you over his shoulder. He picked up the hem of his shirt, allowing a clearer view of his ass. "They need to not play songs that are perfect for my slut-drops."
"Now get to work, bitch." Ethan said in time to the Britney Spears song.
You forgot yourself on the first squat, yelling in amazement when his ass almost hit the ground. He planted his hands on his knees and bounced his butt up, repeating this for the next handful of beats.
Then he put his palms to the floor, straightening his legs while remaining bent over. He threw his hips back, matching the increasing tempo of the song.
It succeeded in getting your attention to his ass, which you immediately wanted to spank or otherwise grind against. There didn’t seem to be any choreography that he was following for this song, instead just following each new opportunity to pop his butt out.
“I would say what that booty do.” You chewed on a fingernail, never wanting to look away. “But I already…”
He jumped in to complete your sentence as he placed his foot on the coffee table. “You already know!”
Ethan sat down in the chair you had been considering, pulling his phone out. He began to film as Damiano clapped his buttcheeks together.
It was all so fluid and shamelessly sexual. Every buck was in perfect time to the beat. You had never mastered twerking, certain that you didn’t have the right proportions for it. You worried that you would never graduate above the level of Miley Cyrus - an inconsistency that was little more than just bending forward while shaking your tush from side-to-side.
But here you were seeing a dance being executed. You marvelled at how much strength his legs possessed, allowing him to drop all of his body weight down before bouncing back up. His balance didn’t waver as he quickly repeated these bounces.
Smiling, Ethan showed you the screen of his phone, which was opened to the four-person Måneskin group chat. He had sent through a video of Damiano’s dancing and Victoria had responded with a gif from The Simpsons. The moving image bore the large text won’t somebody please think of the children?
Your laughter was short-lived, your attention redirected to a flash of movement and you looked over to where Damiano was crawling across the floor. He repositioned himself, one foot going to the chair Ethan sat upon and dancing right into his personal space.
“Sure, I would like a Bugatti.” Ethan said. “I mean, who wouldn’t, am I right?”
“You are not wrong.” You could see that filming was no longer an option for him and, so for the interest of keeping the rest of the band in the know, you started to video record this on your own phone.
A hand suddenly blocked your camera and you looked over to the tall Ikea staff member. “I need you to stop filming immediately, ma’am. You aren’t allowed to film on these premises.”
You felt very small, quickly locking the screen of your phone. “Sorry, I didn’t realise.”
“And I’m gonna have to ask the three of you to leave the store right now.”
Released from the chair, Ethan had come over to stand beside you. “Why? We aren’t hurting anyone.”
“Let’s agree to disagree on that.” The man in the tucked-in polo shirt said.
“We were just goofing around but we can reign it in.” Damiano said.
“It’s too late for that, you’ve been causing a disturbance to the other customers and breaking the store policy regarding-...”
“What other customers?” Ethan asked, raising his voice louder than before. He put an arm around Damiano’s waist, pulling his companion over to his side. “Or is this all because we’re two guys?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Ethan said.
“Do you need me to show you to the exit?” The man offered.
“That’s not necessary.” He looked at you and Damiano. “Do we have all our stuff? Great, let’s go.” He grabbed Damiano’s hand, holding it securely as he began to walk.
You quickly fell into step with them, feeling shaken. There weren’t other people that were watching as you walked for the exit, but you still felt incredibly judged. The staff member trailed behind you, seeming to think he needed to keep a close eye on your movements.
“You okay, babe?” Ethan asked you quietly.
“Yeah, I can just order online anyways.” You said as the three of you stepped through the automatic doors.
Damiano was holding his phone up in front of his face, speaking clearly as he began to record. “We have been kicked out of this Ikea. Ethan believes it’s ‘cause we’re too gay, but-...”
The worker had caught up closer to you. “You are still on the premises, you cannot film here.”
“Alright, we get it.” Ethan said.
“Jeez, is Ikea Swedish for obey us?” Damiano said. “We will walk to our car with our phones turned off and we won’t talk, or smile, or sneeze.”
Ethan stopped walking and turned to you. “Can I offer you a piggy-back ride to the car?”
You smiled, starting to feel better. “Yes, please.”
He bent his knees slightly and you moved to stand behind him, putting your hands on his shoulders. You did a little hop into him and he caught you by the backs of your thighs. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, getting a smell of his lavender-scented shampoo. He found a comfortable hold on your legs and resumed walking across the parking lot.
“This is so cute. I wish I could take a video.” Damiano said. “But I don’t want the angry Ikea guy to come after me, he might, like, come into my room at night and steal the screws out of all of my furniture.”
You laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to film this, ‘cause I’m literally never walking again.”
“I just feel bad.” Ethan said. “The whole point of this afternoon was to get you stuff for your house. And now we’re going home empty-handed.”
“Not entirely, I’m getting homemade halloumi fries.” You said cheerfully. “Plus, I get an excuse to have you guys come over again, when the stuff that I order gets delivered.”
“Tom doesn’t seem very surprised that we got kicked out.” Damiano said, looking down at his phone. “He says that the three of us together are a menace to society.”
………
“Men-skin are here again?” Bert asked as he came into the kitchen.
Ethan immediately shifted beneath you, clearing his throat curtly. “It’s Måneskin.”
“Huh?” Bert did a survey of the room - from where you were perched on Ethan’s lap at the dining table to where Damiano was effortlessly moving through the kitchen, barely having to ask where things were as he prepared dinner. “What are you doing here?”
“We went to Ikea.” You said. “These boys were gonna help me finally get some actual furniture for my room.”
“Oh cool, what’d you get?”
“Well…”
“We didn’t really have time to buy anything ‘cause Damiano’s ass got us kicked out.” You said.
“He did what now?” Bert asked.
“My ass is innocent.” Damiano said, prompting a loud scoff from Ethan. “People should be allowed to twerk wherever the right music is playing.”
“Wow, that sounds like an eventful afternoon.”
“More like disruptive.” Ethan said.
“Right, well, I’m gonna take off before you can disrupt my night and make me late for my date.” Bert said.
“Ooh, a date?”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.” Damiano said and Ethan laughed sarcastically again.
Once the distraction of Bert was gone from the room, you and Ethan got back to your prior task. He illuminated the screen of the iPad and brought up the messy floorplan you had been working on.
Years of playing every single game from The Sims franchise had given him a rudimentary knowledge of interior design - he knew how to layout a room and was telling you of the items you needed (a lot of them, you had never considered before. But once he explained their functionality, you agreed immediately that you needed them).
It all boiled down to him not liking how your room currently looked, telling you that it didn’t reflect any of your personality - this was simply unacceptable to him. It was very sweet how much he cared that your living space was perfect. And you would happily listen to him talk on any topic, especially if you were allowed to sit in his lap.
“I don’t wanna toot my own horn here, but-”
“You could let me toot it for ya.” You jumped in.
“I think this is gonna be great.” He said. “What do you think?”
“I totally agree, I’m really excited for it.”
“Yay.” He said, placing a few kisses on your shoulder. “You deserve a room that’s not just comfortable, but makes you feel good while you’re in it, even when you’re alone.” You caressed his arm as a wave of sentimentality came over you. “You’re a queen and this is your kingdom, okay?”
“Okay.” You agreed with a smile.
His vision made up for all of the gaps in his basic drawing. You tapped back to the window that showed your Ikea shopping cart, you were beginning to see these things as more than just a listing on a website - these were the tools you would use to create a new life for yourself. You would no longer be an imposter simply stopping by this apartment.
You would finally have a place in the world that was exclusively your own. A place for you to belong.
Surely this was the point Ethan was getting at. But you didn’t have the words to express this to him. The gratitude you felt could only be communicated by the kiss you turned around to give him.
“It’s gonna be perfect.” You said, drinking in the sight of his slightly shy smile.
“Is there room for a pole?” Damiano asked, wandering over to the table.
“Actually, we haven’t decided on seats for the balcony yet, so potentially…” Ethan looked up at him. “Yes, there could be.”
“Hell yeah, I can call the guy who set up mine.”
Instead of ending this mockery and shutting down this idea, he picked up Damiano’s hand, kissing the back of it. An extra moment passed between them and they held hands a bit longer, seeming to only have eyes for one another.
You considered getting out of the way, sliding under the table to let them have this moment all to themselves. You held your breath, waiting for the romance to begin.
“Can you grab me a beer?” Ethan asked.
You turned your head away, rolling your eyes to yourself. You wanted to just grab the backs of their heads and force them into a kiss - like a couple of giant Ken dolls.
“Did you put them in the fridge?” Damiano asked.
“I didn’t bring them up, I thought you did.”
“No, I carried the food.”
“Okay, down to the car I go.” Ethan said and you stood up, handing him your car keys.
He left the apartment and you followed Damiano into the kitchen. He checked the oven timer before leaning against the counter, smiling at you when he noticed how close you were.
“Five more minutes.”
“Okay.” You said and slid your arms around his waist. “How are you doing Daddy?”
“Just fine. You don’t have to be extra nice to me, I’m already making you the fries.”
“I’m just being nice ‘cause I want to, ‘cause you’ve both always been super nice to me. You make me feel so comfortable and accepted and validated.” You were playing with the collar of his shirt, which was buttoned down low. “And you deserve to have your feelings validated too.”
“Are you talking about me and Ethan?”
“Yeah, ‘cause you aren’t.” You said, relieved when he didn’t immediately push you away. “I really wish you’d reconsider this whole vow of silence about your feelings. Granted, I don’t know him as well as you, but he really doesn’t seem like the type to just laugh in your face or humiliate you or otherwise say something that will make you feel like your heart is being ripped out.”
“No, you’re right on that, there isn’t a cruel bone in his body. Look, I have thought about it a bit. Not so far as planning what I would say ‘cause I don’t know if that’ll change anything, he has made how he feels clear.”
“Clear on the topic of you?” You gave his shirt a tug to add extra emphasis and keep his focus.
“Clear on the type of guys he wants to date.”
“So he’s never actually said no to you? You’re just jumping to conclusions and you don’t even have all of the information. Just talk to him and find out where he’s standing. He deserves to know the truth and who doesn’t like hearing that they’re adored? It’s, like, the highest compliment. Getting that kind of thing off of your chest - you’ll feel better, I guarantee it.” You said.
“If this blows up in my face…”
“I will be there.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Ethan asked, standing in the kitchen again. “You look kinda serious.”
You scoffed. “No, nothing serious, we were just talking about gum.”
He furrowed his brow, moving his very-observant eyes over to Damiano. “Oh, again, huh? What flavour?”
The oven timer rang out and he jumped forward. “Ding, fries are done.”
“Hey, it’s the alcohol.” You exclaimed.
………
“You were so sexy when you were twerking and just acting up to that Britney song.” You said, stroking Damiano’s hair.
The two beers had given you a pleasant buzz. The three of you had retired up to your bedroom once the delicious dinner was gone. Your door was shut, with the signalling sock fixed upon the knob.
Ethan had found one of your many unpacked moving boxes - asking your permission before going through your book collection. What had begun as you and Damiano innocently lying with one another on the bed, had evolved into a more intimate cuddle. Your legs had become entwined as you helped him finish his beer. At some point, you had undone the fly of his jeans. He had shuffled in closer, resting his head on your chest and letting one of his hands disappear under your top. He had taken it upon himself to unhook your bra.
“Don’t you think baby?” You raised your voice and waited for an acknowledging hm from Ethan. “Wasn’t Daddy so sexy when his ass got us kicked out of Ikea?”
“He’s always sexy.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” You said, smiling when Damiano looked up to meet your eye.
He kept his voice low. “I see what you’re doing.”
You twirled some of his hair around your finger, giving him your best version of puppy-dog eyes. “What am I doing?”
“Misbehaving.” He said, placing himself on top of you, his hand pushing your top up as he stroked your side.
“Oh no and what are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m sure I can find a way to keep you quiet.”
There were a couple of things you could respond with - but any more words would just get in the way. He put his lips to yours and you laid a hand upon his cheek, drawing him in closer.
“Have you ever been tied up, sweet thing?”
“What? I thought you just wanted to shut me up.”
“Right, but that got me thinking about ball-gags and then that got me thinking about other things…”
“Actually, it’s funny you mention that, ‘cause…” You tapped his arm and he moved off of you. You rolled onto your stomach and reached down the leg of the bed, grasping at where you could recall last seeing the chain. Your fingers found the cool metal and you began to pull. “I have these.”
You couldn’t pull the chain free of where it had been looped around. But you managed to find one of the thick cuffs that the chain linked up to. You passed this to him. “I always forget that I have it. I guess I imagined myself using them more when I bought them. But I’ve literally just used them once.”
“And they’re just casually hooked up on your bed?” He asked, picking a little at the velcro closure.
“I’d say it’s more lazily that they’re still there. Like, I couldn’t be bothered to put them properly away after that night.”
“So it’s just the two cuffs?”
“Yeah.” You said, unable to read the look that was currently on his face. “Is that, like, not enough for you?”
“Well, it all depends on the length of the chain.” He started to tug, working more of the chain free.
“What’s going on in that perverted mind of yours?”
He had produced the second cuff. “Something suitably kinky. It’d probably just be easier to show you, can I do that?” You nodded. “Great, lay down for me again baby. How about a blindfold - you got one of those?”
“No. But you could use a shirt or the tie from my robe…”
“I love that.” He said. “Usually someone will say it’s fine I can just keep my eyes shut, but, like, I know that I wouldn’t be able to resist peeking.”
“I think my robe is in the wardrobe.”
“That’s fine, we can grab it in a sec’. You’re allowed to see what I’m gonna do, just in this test-run.” He said and you flinched at the sound of the velcro ripped open. “Curl your legs up, kinda go into ball-mode. Yeah, like that, now put your arms by your sides and let’s see if this chain is gonna work for us.”
He secured the first cuff around your wrist, then fed the chain over the backs of your bent legs. He fixed the other cuff around your free wrist, then started to move the chain into his desired spot.
He lifted it up, lodging it into the ditch behind each of your knees - so long as you didn’t move your legs, it would stay held in place. Lying in this position, the chain was pulled taut, keeping your wrists pinned in place against each thigh.
“Oh, very nice.” He said, admiring his handiwork. “And then we put the blindfold on you, and me and Ethan take turns fucking you, playing with you and you don’t get to know who is doing what. Does that sound like something you’d like to do, sweet thing?”
“Honestly, I forgot everything that you said before you and Ethan fucking me…” You said.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He said and began to undo the restraints. “You get the sash and I’ll tap Ethan in.”
You got up from the bed and headed for the walk-in wardrobe, all the while still able to hear Damiano talking to Ethan.
“Hey love, what ‘re you doing?”
“I’m organising the books into the order of the rainbow flag…”
“Of course you are.”
“I don’t know if she already had them in an order and I could easily put them back. But look, now they’re gay.”
“Yeah, they look great.” Damiano said.
“Thanks. What are you doing?”
You had considered taking some extra time in the closet, giving them some privacy - opening the floor for Damiano to tell Ethan of his feelings.
But it didn’t seem to be happening.
“Just hanging out, talking about getting a bit freaky.”
“What kind of freaky?”
“Oh, you know, super casual restraints. You in?”
“With you, always.”
You returned to the bedroom - satin sash in hand. “Alright, I’m ready. Tie me up, blindfold me, have your filthy way with me, fuck me until I’m screaming and crying.”
Ethan had been keeping track of your statements, counting them out on his fingers. “That’s a tall order, you want all of that, in one session?”
“She’s greedy, I’ve been saying that this whole time. You can handle it, love.”
You joined them on the bed, passing the sash to Damiano before getting out the box of condoms. Alternating kisses between the two of them, your clothes were removed. But before you could assist them in undressing, the fabric was placed over your eyes - placing you into darkness and instantly raising the stakes.
You were placed onto your back. At the sound of the chain rattling, you brought your knees up to your stomach again and held your hands down at your sides.
“So obedient.” Ethan said.
“I know.” Damiano said, fixing each cuff in place. “We don’t have to waste any time spanking or anything.”
Your heart was fluttering. “You can-... I mean, it wouldn’t be a waste of time to spank me.”
“That’s okay baby, I don’t need any suggestions, I already know exactly what I wanna do to you.”
“So greedy.” Ethan said and you whimpered at the feeling of him stroking the inside of your thigh.
You held your breath as your thoughts raced to fill in all of the blanks of your perception. You were locked into this position, your cunt fully exposed and desperate for warmth. You squeezed your legs over the chain as you tried to brace yourself.
You heard the noises of them kissing, zippers being pulled down and hushed words shared between them.
You moaned, arching your back at the first feeling of a tongue drawing a line straight up your cunt. You didn’t know who it was, you didn’t care - all that mattered to you was how they continued. You felt lips placed to your own lower lips and then that tongue was back, diving deeper to discover your clitoris. It swiped up-and-down over the tight bundle of nerves and you ached to match this rhythm.
You gasped when you felt the tongue curl up to create a shape similar to a hook. This lifted your clitoral hood, sliding in to brush over this most secretive spot. His tongue massaged over this point, the stimulation so deep that it immediately overwhelmed your other senses.
Before you could be brought any closer to your limit, the tongue retracted. You curled your shaking hands into fists as you fought back the urge to beg.
A mouth returned to your pussy, landing lower and closer to your dripping entrance. These lips began by slowly working over your folds, kissing them over the curly hairs that grew there. They were barely experiencing your heat and the time dragged out - bordering on torturous.
When you did finally feel a tongue again, it was nowhere near enough. There was less than an inch of penetration and it was over within a second.
Your cunt clenched around nothing and you cried out in frustration. You could still feel those lips caressing your flaps and it was pleasant, its tenderness not the source of your disappointment.
Again, you were teased - experiencing another flash of penetration. Your stomach flip-flopped with your body poised for the climax, but you were only receiving a fraction of what you needed to get off.
You felt teeth setting into the squishy flesh of your ass, that sharp sensation drew a startling contradiction to the soothing movements currently dancing over your pussy. The mouth on your backside was instantly greedier - sucking and biting on the skin in a determined fashion, that you fully expected a hickey to spring up in that spot.
Your cunt was abandoned, leaving you teetering as the set of lips left your ass as well. You heard lips smacking and some whispered curses. You couldn’t figure out who was receiving at present and that made your wait all the more painful.
You heard grunting and a few squeaks from the bedframe, then you felt a hand tapping your cheek. You turned your head in the direction that you thought your partner was coming from. His fingers were at your lips, seeming to give your bottom lip some extra attention.
You opened your mouth and immediately the figure moved closer, a string of his spit landing on your face soon after. You lolled your tongue out and an even larger droplet of salty cum landed in your mouth. You felt the thick liquid roll down the back of your throat and it brought a clear image to your mind - being the six to their nine. You didn’t hold any preferences of who to suck off, just knowing that your current state of desire was making you feel like you wanted to go for hours.
Before you could offer this service, you were stunned into shivering silence by a finger pressing against your clit. You rolled your hips forward as the excitement built higher in you.
You felt Ethan’s hair tickle your stomach and then his hot breath was on your skin. His fingers began to stroke over your clit - deep, but with no apparent rhythm yet. He worked his lips around your belly button, throwing in some unpredictable nibbles.
His mouth left your tummy as he stuffed two fingers inside of you. He began to stroke within your tender walls and you felt yourself being stretched. The chain hooked under your legs jangled as you shook, waiting to be filled.
Your legs were pushed into your chest harder than before as he steadied himself, leaning his body weight against your thighs. His fingers continued to move slowly, working you further open until a new element was added.
His tip came into you, gliding down and deep into where you had been craving him most. You heard him moan and even though the position was creating an uncomfortable strain, you were too happy to care. You were entirely open to him and he took full advantage of this angle - it was ideal for him.
And that worked for you because soon the pleasure was taking over you, dulling your awareness of any potential mood-killers.
You were panting too heavily to be able to clearly pick out any of the words that the men were saying, but you heard their voices and for a moment Ethan faltered.
When he resumed fucking you, it was with extra power, hitting directly upon your g-spot. You realised that you could now hear Damiano’s excited moans, undercut by the sound of skin slapping together.
He had joined in, something you should have been expecting since the beginning. You wondered if your request to have the blindfold removed would be granted. You hated to miss out on the visual of their fucking, each movement a triumph that could take your breath away.
But it turned out that you didn’t require any extra stimulation - the most sublime orgasm was quickly overwhelming you. Jerking erratically, you cried out, clenching your hands and longing to share this excitement in another way.
“Oh, ah, fuck. God, yes. Oh Ethan, yes baby, yes, yes. Fuck, God, yes.” Your throat stung from the increasing scream, but you couldn’t have kept quiet - not while you were losing all self-control as you dissolved.
Ethan’s dick slid out of your quivering cunt, but his body was still so close, still so capable of overpowering you.
You leant back, your ability to relax was inhibited by the restraints. But you didn’t ask to be released, you allowed yourself to be driven into a state of over-stimulation as his erection continued to create friction against the outside of your pussy. He teased himself toward his crescendo as Damiano carried on rocking into him.
“I love fucking you.” Damiano growled.
You were consumed by the sparks of your aftershocks, which were being pushed into a realm of unbelievability by Ethan’s continued grinding. You heard him fighting back moans as he trembled wildly. His spasming threw him off of his rhythm until he was just a shaking mess collapsing onto the mattress alongside you.
This was the first time you were left untouched, but relief did not come flying in. Your entire body was tensed, your nerves continuing to pulse to the rhythm set by your companions. Your head fell back to the pillow as you still struggled to catch your breath.
All of the strength had left your body. All that was left was your passion, which surged and pooled. You weren’t sure if you would ever come down and the many loud sounds of Damiano excitedly claiming his own finish did nothing to help calm you.
In the silence that followed, you gingerly began to move your body in search of a more comfortable position. Your knees noisily cracked as you extended them one at a time. You awkwardly moved the chain until there was enough slack that you could bring your hands together. You quickly ripped the cuffs off and reached up to push the satin fabric off of your face.
“Okay, which one of you fuckers bit my ass?” You asked.
“Someone bit your ass?” Damiano asked, springing up.
“When did that happen? I didn’t see that.” Ethan said.
“I could kiss it better.”
“Yeah, cute, real cute.” You said sarcastically. “I’m biting back. So if no one owns up to it, I’m biting two asses. Either confess or bums up, boys.”
………
You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, you could remember holding Ethan’s hand as you had talked about Eurovision. He would always watch the yearly contest, ever since childhood, something he believed should have been an early indication of his sexuality to his family. He hadn’t judged you upon learning that you had never seen a full grand finale - vowing to change this by watching the May broadcasts with you, even though you were still in the first week of September.
You had wanted to ask him why Australia had recently been added to the mix - but you must have fallen asleep before you got the chance.
You were roused by the sound of Damiano’s quiet but persistent voice. You opened your eyes to find you were facing the wall in your bedroom that was hardly receiving any light from the rising sun.
“Love, wake up.”
Before you could roll over, you realised he was talking to Ethan. Damiano hadn’t said your name, or any of the many pet names he had bestowed upon you. And so you did your best to act like you were still asleep, not wanting to interrupt what may have been a private moment.
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you awake?”
“Huh? Whats tha’matter? Did I miss the bus?”
“No baby, I just wanna talk to ya.”
“What time is it?” Ethan’s groggy voice asked.
“It’s a bit before seven in the morning.”
Ethan’s groan turned into a yawn. “Why are you awake so early? God, you’re such a nerd. Just get back in the bed, you can be in the middle. C’mon, it’s so warm and comfy.”
“No, I have to talk to you about somethin’.”
Ethan sat up quickly, the motion pulling some of the covers from your body. “Is somethin’ wrong?”
“No, not at all, love. But it’s important. C’mon, let’s go on the balcony, I’ve got the cigs.”
When you heard two sets of footsteps going across the carpet, you dared to take a look by slightly turning your head. You saw Damiano leading Ethan outside, their hands linked. Your heart leapt - maybe it was about to happen, maybe Damiano was about to share his feelings.
You were left to only wonder as he immediately slid the door shut, muffling all conversation. You tried to not make any sudden movements, gradually scooting across the mattress in search of a better view.
They didn’t notice you at all, you were an insignificant lump on the bed to them as Ethan lit Damiano’s cigarette for him. Damiano pushed Ethan’s hair away from his face in a loving gesture. Ethan leant against the railing and you were able to still read his facial expression, but lip reading was beyond your abilities. Damiano’s back was to you as he stood close to Ethan.
Maybe if you had known them longer than a week, you could guess at what they were saying. You did your best to read their body language. No one had their arms crossed and none of the gestures looked defensive.
You gave up on this strange version of bird watching and slowly got up from the bed. You went in to use the bathroom, refreshing yourself by splashing some cold water on your face.
They had moved closer together when you returned, Ethan resting one of his hands on Damiano’s hip. You allowed your hopes to continue climbing as you saw them embrace - a gesture initiated by Ethan.
Then they kissed, as deep, intimate and passionate as the first kiss you had seen them share. It looked like a wholly positive exchange.
But they weren’t done. They each lit up a second cigarette and carried on talking. They were laughing more and kept touching one another’s faces. Damiano was talking with his usual excessive amount of hand gestures, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of your bedroom.
After a while you picked up your mobile phone and began a mindless scroll through social media, still intermittently looking up at the two men. You remained on the bed, wondering if it was worth pretending to be asleep again.
You heard the balcony door slide open and looked up to where Damiano was entering the room, a ridiculously wide grin on his face. His hand was held by Ethan, who was a step behind.
“Oh, good morning sweet thing.”
“Hey. What were you guys talking about?” You asked.
“Gum.” Damiano said.
Less than a second later, he was being lifted from the ground by an enthusiastic Ethan. He had his arms around Damiano’s waist from behind, carrying him toward the bed.
“This dork wants to be my boyfriend.”
“You’re the sfigato that said yes.” Damiano said.
“Congratulations, you are equally as lame as each other.” You said, unable to keep the wide smile from your face as you sat up to properly admire them.
Damiano almost stumbled as he was awkwardly returned to the ground. But he was undeterred, placing himself back on the bed, meeting your eye. “But we were talking, and it’s okay if this isn’t your cup of tea and this is where you have to tap out…”
“Yeah, no judgments, no hard feelings.” Ethan added.
“Right. But we figured that this, all three of us together, it works so well. Too well for us to put an end to it. So what if you were a dork with us and we made this power of three exclusive?”
“Yeah, like a throuple or a triad or a three-lationship. We can figure out the terminology later…”
“Just like the Britney Spears song - 3.” Damiano said, holding up and wiggling three of his fingers.
“Two boyfriends are better than one, right?”
You almost didn’t answer - it was too entertaining listening to them riff off of each other and you wondered how much longer they could go on like this. Your amusement was clear, a happy smile on your face.
“Literally, nothing would make me happier. I wanna fall for both of you.”
stay tuned for some spinoffs of more domestic bliss set in the future of the triad
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