#probably wouldn’t have spent my own money on either of these but if it’s work’s money hell yeah
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mayhaps I deserve…..a Little Treat….
#the disco elysium brainrot persisteth#think my brain has just been permanently altered and I’m cool with that#wish work paid me more but at least I can expense some of my brainrot purchases#here’s to me hopefully catching the pants drop this week#the collectors edition is now sold out tho so I have to haggle on eBay#probably wouldn’t have spent my own money on either of these but if it’s work’s money hell yeah#digital art#work is stressful this week I deserve a Little Treat#mini me
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TWO FOR ONE ★ LEE JENO & LEE DONGHYUCK
★ GENRE! ★ fluff, filthy smut with some plot
★ SYNOPSIS! ★ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.
★ WORD COUNT! ★ 11.1k sorry
★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ nohyuck in skimpy maid outfits; jeno has cat ears with little bells on them; polyamory with nohyuck; m/m affection and intimacy; pet names (baby, pretty, darling, etc); dumbification; reader is addressed as 'master' in a gender-neutral way a handful of times; lots and lots of praise; oral (both receiving and giving); spanking; choking; double penetration (one hole); overstimulation; edging; spitting; nohyuck's main focus is on reader; nohyuck are pretty sadistic but also loving; manhandling; full nelson (?) of sorts; edited by grammarly; if i missed out anything pls lmk
★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ BESTIE BLUE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i poured my heart blood soul sweat tears everything to do my best to serve absolute cunt in this fic and bring some of your fantasies to life<3 ilysm hehe
your stomach growls with an impatient scowl as soon as you reach the door to your apartment. it’s been a long day for you at work—clients not cooperating, printers running out of ink, your own coworkers being generally insufferable, you had to submit a pitch and your office servers started lagging—and all you want to do is get rid of the stuffy office clothes, slip into something comfy, and cuddle up to your boyfriends.
donghyuck and jeno have been nothing but absolute sweethearts during this stressful period. luckily for you, the worst is over and your boss told you to take tomorrow off, which pretty much gives you a long weekend. you’ll be able to tell your boys that the pitch is wrapped up and submitted and you’re all due for some quality time together.
you take your access card and press it against the reader. a gentle beep and a click later, you’re in the entryway. you slide your shoes out for your soft, cool indoor slippers and it immediately feels like you’re walking on clouds.
“i’m home,” you call out to the quietude beyond the entryway. you notice the scent of oven-baked chicken and your stomach growls. your cheeks burn in embarrassment. the last time you ate a proper meal was last night’s dinner. if it weren’t for your boyfriends, you probably wouldn’t have had anything since two days ago. your brows knit into a tight frown and you pat your belly as if it’ll soothe your hunger. “jen? hyuck?” you try again, a little louder this time.
your feet immediately start to slowly follow the scent trail of chicken when you don’t hear a response from either of your boyfriends. there’s no way a stranger broke into your apartment, cooked you some food, and then left, right? you crane your neck a little closer to try and catch any form of noise in the kitchen.
“my butt feels exposed in this . . .” jeno’s unmistakable voice perks your ears up. his butt?
“we gotta do it for our baby! they just submitted a hellish pitch and we’re spoiling y/n for a job well done.” donghyuck reasons. there’s just something about the way that he argues his case. no matter who it is or what’s the topic, he’s going to come out on top. you remember when he accidentally picked up a scam call. somehow, he scammed the scammer and earned himself a couple hundred bucks instead. he spent that money on some new tech for his stream setup. a smile appears on your face as you chuckle to yourself at the fond memory but it quickly disappears when you hear jeno complain again.
“they mentioned they find men in maid outfits attractive once and you go the entire highway to hell with the gag.”
“i know what our baby likes, so stop whining, jen!”
“i’m not!”
when it comes to your boyfriends, there is always something for them to bicker about. outsiders who peek through the curtains of your relationship often wonder if there are problems given how often they bicker. countless times you have to explain that that’s just how they communicate.
though, the mention of ‘maid outfits’ paired with the strong, rich aroma of oven-baked chicken piques your curiosity. you turn the corner to find your dining area set up for only one seat, and it’s your seat.
“jen, hyuckie, i’m home.” you say a little louder, waiting for one of them to pop out.
donghyuck’s head peeks out from behind the kitchen divider with a frilly black-white-and-purple hairband perching delicately on his crown. jeno’s head appears on the other side, onyx eyes sparkling with unbridled joy as he stares at you in a mix of surprise, excitement, and nervousness. he turns his head to look at the younger male, as if quietly asking what’s next in slight panic.
then, you notice a soft jingle that follows his every movement and your eyes are brought to the perky white cat ears that conveniently have a little bell attached to each.
“y/n, you’re back!” pure delight spreads across donghyuck’s face and he’s the first to reveal himself fully to you.
he’s barrelling into you from the kitchen like an excited puppy and a mixture of frilly blacks, whites, and purples attacks you. when his arms wrap around you to trap you, he buries his face in your neck to litter as many kisses as he can, wherever he can reach and making sure he’s as loud as possible.
“hi baby, welcome back.” jeno waves at you from the kitchen, still hiding most of himself. donghyuck pulls away to look at the silver-haired male with one hand on his hip. when jeno notices the sass emanating from donghyuck, he immediately scowls at the other. “what? don’t look at me like that, dude.”
“did you just ‘dude’ your own boyfriend?” donghyuck sasses and jeno rolls his eyes playfully. “aren’t you gonna say hi to our baby y/n and welcome them home properly?” he has one arm around you, pulling you close before pressing a soft kiss to your temple to goad your other boyfriend. unfortunately, the poor man is torn between saving himself from a lifetime of embarrassment of being in a maid outfit and running over to you so he can embrace you whilst giving you one fat kiss on the lips.
his bottom lip juts out into an adorable pout knowing that he’s lost the fight immediately. unlike donghyuck, jeno’s manner of affection is more cat-like. he stays close to you, stares at you when you’re doing something, and doesn’t always initiate a conversation unless something piques his interest or he just wants to hear you talk. your other third’s puppy-like manner of affection often includes but isn’t limited to body-slamming into you or jeno, giving kisses wherever he can whenever he can, and physically being in contact.
you’re able to adapt easily to their respective love languages since you do enjoy receiving what they give. you often dish out words of affirmation and when you have partners like them, they act like you’re a divine being whispering blessings so their crops will flourish for the season.
“am i interrupting playtime for the two of you?” the corners of your lips curl upwards into a small, amused smile as you turn to look at your boyfriend.
“no, you’re not interrupting anything at all, pretty thing.” donghyuck solely focuses his attention on you now, leaning forward to give you a gentle, chaste kiss on your lips.
the second he makes contact, it feels like you can melt into him and let all of your worries for the day disappear. he pulls away but you immediately grab a fistful of his top and drag him back into you. when you’re finally satisfied with the kiss, you release him. he looks a little disoriented as he recovers but he doesn’t let the opportunity to wink flirtatiously at you slip away.
“we just wanted to prepare you a little surprise because we know how stressed out you’ve been lately.” he raises his arm to pat your head and you pout. your heart swells with so much pride that you’re bursting at the seams—you have so much love for the two of them that you fed the tears coming. donghyuck scrunches his nose cutely, giving you an air kiss before he turns to your other third. “so lee jeno, pleaaase?”
“i hate you.” the poor victim grumbles from his safe refuge. you look at the kitchen to see him concealing himself completely, mustering all of the courage and strength he needs to step over the threshold in all of his puppy maid glory.
“i love you too, lee nono!” your boyfriend teases in a sing-song voice, not once hiding his giggles that you can’t help but laugh along with him.
eventually, jeno steps out in his metaphorical evening gown with his cheeks burning red. the bright colour reaches all the way to the tips of his ears as he pouts angrily at your other amused boyfriend.
“oh, baby!” you coo immediately when he appears. you slip away from donghyuck’s grip to walk over to your other extremely bashful boyfriend.
due to his size and build, the already skimpy maid outfit looks absolutely scandalous on him. he’s wearing what appears to be a cat-maid version of the outfit, which has an adorable cat cutout that exposes part of his chest. the hem of the skirt barely covers his ass and you know that he has to wear something underneath the frills so his dick wouldn’t accidentally reveal itself. not that you’d mind if it did.
“you look absolutely handsome, jen.” you cup his cheeks with your hands, pure adoration filling your soul as you bring him towards you for a sweet, lingering kiss.
“you’re just saying that,” he mumbles sourly against your lips. you smile and appease him with a small peck but there's a slight shift in your energy for what you have planned next. you swivel your head around dramatically to look at donghyuck’s outfit to compare and you squint your eyes at him. he feigns innocence, giving you a big, big smile that rounds his soft cheeks.
“and you set him up!” you point an accusatory finger at him. you’re doing everything you can to resist the urge to pinch his cheek. they just look so soft!
he gasps, scandalised by your insinuation as he quickly takes big steps to cross over to you. the frills on his skimpy skirt dance along with each movement, almost mocking you until he’s within arm’s reach. he grabs your arm gently to plead his case, batting his eyelashes at you with the best puppy eyes and pout that he can muster.
“no, i didn’t! i just knew jeno would look really cute!” to prove his point, he tugs at jeno’s firm bicep and then pinches his cheek gently. the third scrunches his nose at the sudden attack. “and he looks really cute, doesn’t he?!”
oh well. he’s right. can’t argue with that.
even though donghyuck is not wearing something nearly as scandalous as his counterpart, it still reveals his toned stomach, biceps, and thighs. he doesn’t exactly look like a proper maid . . . more like a playboy magazine.
“you set me up!” jeno cries, poking the other, and now you’re sandwiched between your boyfriends who are bickering again while scantily clad in pornographic maid outfits.
“uhuh, uhuh, and you look handsomely cute so what’s the problem?” donghyuck rolls his eyes then pecks him to keep the other quiet for a short while.
“c’mon, hyuckie . . .” he sulks and you can’t help but caress his cheek and kiss him on the corner of his mouth. but of course, jeno isn’t satisfied with it, pouting for a proper kiss so you give him exactly what he wants to sate him.
“okay! enough chitchat. our beloved darling, come sit down. we prepared dinner and some activities for you tonight.” donghyuck wraps his arm around your waist to lead you back to the dining table. he grabs your shoulder bag and passes it to jeno who immediately rushes to your shared bedroom to keep it. of course, you couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at the curve of his ass under the skirt when it rides up slightly as he moves.
“what’s the occasion?” you ask, leaning against the back of your chair as you turn to look at donghyuck. “usually, when i finish a pitch, we pop open a bottle of wine and watch disney movies, handsome.” you laugh to yourself but your face instantly morphs into one of confusion when he looks surprised.
“baby . . . ” he begins. he looks genuinely shell-shocked and his gaze drifts to jeno who returns to stand behind you and quietly play with your hair. “babe, they forgot.”
“baby, you forgot your own birthday?” jeno echoes, and you nearly choke on air.
“my birthday?” there’s no way it’s your birthday.
“yeah. it’s today?” donghyuck and jeno exchange glances, reciting the exact date simultaneously. in a heartbeat, donghyuck also recites your sun, rising, and moon zodiac signs with a smug grin on his face. you roll your eyes but it doesn’t mask the genuine guilt that you’re feeling within yourself. holy shit. it is your birthday. you’ve associated the date with the deadline so much that you had completely forgotten that it’s your birthday. “oh geez, baby, that only means we need to get you to really relax.”
“good thing we prepared something special for you.” jeno perks up with a smile in his voice, leaning down to kiss you on your cheek.
as if they’ve practised while you were away at work, they head into the kitchen to prepare dinner for you. you lean back with a smile and patiently wait. you hear some clanging, jeno whining in pain, a little bit of bickering, and a soft pop. shortly after, jeno appears with a bright-eyed smile, practically skipping over with your favourite wine glass and pouring in the blood-red liquid.
“it’s kinda quiet, do you want music, pretty?” he offers with a cute pout on his lips.
“i can be the music! quick, what song do you want?” donghyuck appears with a plate of freshly roasted chicken and some sides for you. without even waiting for you to answer, he immediately belts part of the chorus to my heart will go on, which makes you and jeno both burst into giggles.
he spins for you as he makes his way over to the dining table, the skirt fabric twirling along with him as he presents your food to you before placing them carefully on the table. your stomach immediately growls in response; for a brief moment, you forget that you are hungry and tired.
“oh my, has our baby been hungry?” jeno coos as he leans against his chair, looking over you fondly. you’re about to pick up the fork and cut the chicken yourself but donghyuck smacks your hand away playfully. you gasp and look at him in mock offence, to which he replies with an equally scandalised expression of mock insult. the other chuckles as he watches on.
“i’m not gonna let our hardworking master lift a finger.” there’s no room for argument in the way he shoots you a look of warning. rolling your eyes, you relent and lean back in your seat.
donghyuck and jeno immediately fall in step to begin working. the former cuts out a piece of chicken for you and places it on your plate, while the latter breaks it down into smaller pieces. you didn’t think they’d take their roles so seriously as your cute little maids, but here they are, doing every single menial task for you so all you have to do is sit back and relax.
“open up, baby,” jeno calls for you with a forkful of chicken dipped in brown sauce. you want to ask where in the world did they get this recipe from but he’s prodding it against your lips. a small smile forms and you do as he says, earning yourself praise from the two. “ah, you’re so good!”
“you eat so well, baby!” donghyuck choruses along.
your chest swells with pride as their sugary words sink into your brain, permanently etching the satisfying high that comes every time they praise you. hell yeah, you do eat well.
they continue to spoon-feed you every bite, carefully helping you with your wine when you want a sip, and you do feel absolutely pampered. not a second goes by without praise or an affectionate kiss. you're feeling like you’re on top of the world in a cosy apartment in the heart of seoul that the three of you call home.
when you’ve had your fill, jeno is the first to reward you with a head pat.
“all done, pretty?” he hums and you nod.
neither of them allowed you to lift a finger, even when you offered to put away the dirty plate and utensils as a small way to thank them for such a lovely night so far. jeno stays with you as donghyuck leaves to bring the used items to the kitchen.
“don’t start without me!” donghyuck shouts from the kitchen when the other takes your hand and leads you to your shared room. you don’t exactly understand what your other boyfriend meant by that but you would do anything to relax with your boyfriends within reach.
as soon as you’re both in your room, jeno sits you down on the edge of the bed.
“can i take off your clothes and give you a massage, pretty?” he asks from where he kneels on the floor before you.
“yes please, my sweet puppy.” you coo with a soft smile, deciding to tease him a little by stroking his chin. he pouts but it disappears, melting into an adorable smile the second you lean in to kiss him.
you let him do whatever he wants to as he carefully undresses you. his soft lips find themselves pressing light, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as he makes quick work of your flowy button-up. with every inch of you slowly becoming more exposed, he takes the opportunity to cover you in kisses everywhere he possibly can.
he pushes the fabric off your shoulders and tosses it into the laundry basket with acute precision. his warm hands find themselves on your ribs, caressing you while his lips rediscover your almost-bare canvas. your heart flutters in your chest, racing a mile a minute.
he gives you gentle kisses over the curve of your chest and chuckles softly when he feels how rapidly your heart is beating.
“is my baby nervous?” he looks up at you through his pretty eyelashes, winking as he leaves a trail of kisses down your stomach. seeing one of your boyfriends in a skimpy maid outfit and cute cat ears on his knees unlocks something inside of you that you never noticed. you take a deep breath before you start to plant seeds of lustful thoughts in your head. “just relax, pretty. i’ll make you feel good.”
“i know you will, handsome.” you ruffle his hair affectionately as he grins, hands making quick work of your bottoms and taking them off. he offers you a hand to hold yourself steady while you step out of the fabric that pools around your feet. he tells you to lay down on the bed but not before placing an intimate kiss on your hip bone where some of your stretch marks reign glory.
of course, you comply with a giddy smile. between him and donghyuck, jeno is the one who’s better skilled at massaging you, so it’s not a surprise that he’s in charge of this part of the surprise. you hear a bottle cap pop open and a gentle warning that the massage oil is a little cold comes from his lips.
you hear a series of knocks on the closed door and your smile immediately widens into a grin.
“come in!” you and jeno chorus simultaneously.
donghyuck enters to make a beeline to where your head is. he climbs onto the bed and you immediately pick up what he’s about to do. you raise yourself into a planking position so he can slot himself there sideways, fold his left leg, and present his lap as your pillow.
“are you sure that’s going to be comfortable?” jeno asks with a raised eyebrow but your other boyfriend turns a deaf ear to him. you rest your head there and make yourself comfortable while still making sure that jeno has room to work on your stiff muscles.
“my lap is always comfortable.” donghyuck counters whilst running his thick fingers through your hair.
“fair enough.”
with his free hand, donghyuck messes around on his phone and right off the bat, you recognise that it’s his ‘date night at home’ playlist playing through the bluetooth speakers. he starts to tinker around with the lighting, flooding the room with a deep rose red and is immediately met with protests from jeno.
“turn the lights back to normal, i can’t see what i’m doing!” he complains with a huff. both of his large hands are poised delicately on the small of your back, thumbs ready to gently press into the muscle and massage. he holds himself in place, not wanting to accidentally press on a pressure point that could possibly immobilise you.
“but what about the ambience?” donghyuck whisper-yells the last word.
“we can do that later. for . . . y’know.”
you immediately break into a grin as you listen to the two bicker between themselves as they fuss over you.
“how about we get the massage down first before we move on to whatever activities you have planned next?” you’re not an idiot. you know that they’re talking about sex. the fact that they’re trying to disguise it as a surprise is just so adorable and endearing to you. it’s almost innocent, you think, the way they’re talking about it, which is incredibly ironic because they’re anything but when it comes to having sex.
“that sounds like a great idea, pretty.” jeno chimes in within a heartbeat. “hyuckie?”
“you’re lucky you’re both cute. so lucky that i love you both so much to the point i kinda hate you two.” donghyuck, defeated, turns the lights back to normal whilst grumbling to himself. he continues to play with your hair and give you a scalp massage while jeno continues to massage you.
“we love you too, hyuckie.” you and jeno both chorus with a teasing lilt in your voices, smiling to yourself when he buffs.
jeno’s fingers and strength when pressing into your muscles are firm yet his grip is gentle as he hovers over you, starting with your back since you spend most of your time sitting in the office.
“baby, your muscles are literally so stiff,” he mumbles under his breath. he sounds genuinely surprised and a little bit sad. “i don’t know if only a massage can fix it.”
“have faith in yourself, jen.” you purr in content. between jeno fixing the knots in your back and donghyuck gently scratching your scalp while playing with your hair, you’re as good as putty in their hands. you’re melting into a puddle in your shared bed with a blissed-out smile on your face.
every time jeno presses into a particularly stiff spot, a moan of relief comes tumbling from your lips before you can even stop yourself. you can’t even remember the last time you had gotten a decent back massage. your face scrunches up in pleasure, whimpering a quiet, “fuck, right there,” in between your moans. honestly, you don’t even mean to sound sexual—it just feels that good.
“right there?” jeno echoes with a slightly teasing edge to his tone, putting more pressure on the area. maybe it’s on purpose, but you don’t really care because you’re generously moaning in affirmation for him. sweat starts to build along your hairline and back from the effort that your boyfriend is putting into undoing the stubborn knots along your back.
“uhuh,” your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you to give yourself the illusion of some form of control over yourself. “right there, baby, mhm.” your eyes roll to the back of your head as another generous moan of pleasure bounces off the walls, eyelids sewn shut as you focus on how good it feels to have your muscles finally release the tension in your body.
you don’t know how long jeno has been massaging you. he was on your shoulders and now on your hips, making his way down to work on your thighs and calves next. from head to toe, your body feels light as a feather, probably floating off the mattress. you can probably attempt a cartwheel if you’re not so weak in the knees when you stand up.
“babe– are you serious?”
“what, you’re not turned on when y/n moans because they feel good?”
jeno falls silent. it finally registers in your brain that he stopped his movement completely, hands stiffly placed on the small of your back. curious, you shift your position but it’s not until you peel your eyes open that you see donghyuck jerking off right in front of you.
“hyuckie . . .” you start, the corners of your lips curling upwards into an amused grin. the duo-toned cock, heavy and thick, stands tall and proud in his hand as he gently strokes himself at a slow pace. beads of precum form at the mushroomy head as he glanced back at you unapologetically. he even dares to raise his eyebrows, smirking as if he’s not caught red-handed.
“i can’t jerk off to my baby? is that a crime when you sound so pretty when you’re moaning like a whore?” if you weren’t so hot and bothered by his voice dropping an octave while whispering sinful things for you and jeno to hear, you would be laughing and smacking him playfully. “i asked you a question, pretty thing.”
your voice dies in your throat, mind going blank as you fall into a trance-like state, watching his erection ebb and throb for you. your eyes constantly shift between his face and his cock, already finding it difficult to think properly. heat pools in your core and you shake your head.
“i need to hear it from your mouth. surely you know how to use it other than for us to fuck it, right?” chills run down your spine when he taunts you.
“yes.” finally, you find your voice but at this point, you’re not thinking enough. thoughts of wrapping your lips around his cock, suckling on the tip, and taking him as far back to the back of your throat completely fogs up your brain. you look back at him, all doe-eyed, only for him to pout in an exaggerated display of being upset.
“yes? you mean it’s wrong for me to jerk off for my stupid little cockhungry slut?” he taunts you even further. you gasp and shake your head in panic, chanting nos under your breath but he’s already sliding out from underneath you. “if you were uncomfortable with it, you should’ve just told me.” he continues and you know that he means none of it at all.
“hyuck . . .” jeno warns him lowly but he waves his free hand dismissively to signal that it’s fine.
“wait, no!” you plead breathlessly and reach out for him in hopes that he’ll come back, but he doesn’t. suddenly, something prods against your folds through the fabric of your panties. jeno immediately finds your clit and starts to put pressure on the bundle of nerves instead, rendering you speechless as you turn your attention to your other boyfriend.
he starts to roll the bud in slow, steady, agonising circles. when you make eye contact, he only raises an eyebrow and then points his chin to donghyuck. you find yourself easily giving in—have you been that stressed from work?—and an airy moan of his name comes tumbling from your lips as you turn.
“is this favouritism that i’m seeing?” donghyuck scoffs in disapproval. you’re quick to whip your head back around and plead for him.
“it’s not! i’m just–“ you’ve cut yourself off when jeno pushes the tip of his finger into your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear. “jen.” you gasp, wanting to turn to look at the perpetrator but donghyuck gently grabs your jaw to make eye contact with you.
“you’re just what?” the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a twisted smile, goading you silently as he brings his cockhead to your lips. you stick your tongue out to catch it, to hopefully be able to take him into your mouth and feel the burning stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into your throat, but he clicks his tongue whilst tapping his tip on the bed of your tongue.
“hyuckie . . .” your clit pulses when jeno’s fingers find it again to toy with them. “want your cock, please?”
“yeah? our little master wants their maids’ fat cocks in their holes?” you swallow thickly, nodding eagerly with every word that comes from donghyuck’s pouty lips.
“fuck, yes.”
“on all fours, pretty thing.”
you don’t even have enough time to process the instruction. jeno grabs you by the hips and pulls you into the correct position, leaving you barely scrambling to support your torso with your arms. instinctively, your back arches into a gentle curve, pushing your hips back for him.
“such a good and obedient one, aren’t you?” donghyuck praises you so sweetly that your stomach is filled with butterflies. one of his hands gently strokes underneath your chin teasingly and you pout, to which he chuckles and apologises by giving you a soft peck.
“we’re so blessed to have such a good pet for us, don’t we, hyuck?” you’re relishing in the shower of affection but are immediately brought to reality when a sudden sharp sting sears against your left asscheek. the satisfying smack reverberates through the room and your breath hitches in complete surprise. you turn to look at jeno who grins back at you, winking as he smooths his large palm over where he just spanked you.
“absolutely.” donghyuck choruses in agreement, grabbing your jaw once again to make you look at him instead. “open up, baby. what do you say when i let you suck me off?”
“thank you, hyuckie.”
“good.”
finally, you’re rewarded with the girth of his cock pushing past your lips at the same time that jeno pushes his warm tongue into you. you welcome them both eagerly, hips pushing back to feel more of the latter while you slowly take more and more of donghyuck’s cock. the slightly salty taste of precum fills your mouth as he reaches deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
“that’s it, baby, you’re so good for us,” he coos, hand moving to support your jaw, thumb caressing your cheekbone with a sweet smile on his face. spurred on by his praise, you moan softly around his cock as his hand slides to delve his fingers into your hair. the thick digits curl into your scalp, tugging at the locks to fuck your throat. the sting that comes with the impact barely registers in your mind, too lost in the feeling of being full that comes with him using your mouth for his own pleasure.
you feel jeno shuffling and rearranging himself behind you before he completely disappears. a whine is caught in the back of your throat, the vibrations making donghyuck buck his hips against your face a little harder.
“don’t worry little one, i’m still here,” jeno gives your clit a gentle kiss. his hands run up and down the expanse of your thigh, grabbing onto your hips to bring you down onto his face. your eyelids flutter shut, heat pooling at your core when his nose bumps against the hood of your clit while eating you out like a man starved. “tastes so fucking good.”
“don’t they, babe?” another string of praises comes from both your partners and your heart flutters in pride. your head starts to spin from jeno’s lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves and two fingers delving deep into your drooling cunt while donghyuck continues to facefuck you at a steady, rhythmic pace. you moan around his cock when jeno suddenly suckles, making your other partner groan, grinding his hips against your face. “moan like that for me again. keep doing what you’re doing, babe, fuck.”
jeno chuckles, one of his hands reaching around you to land another satisfying spank on your ass. although you had anticipated it, your brain’s inability to brace yourself for his strength only causes you to lurch forward as you suck and swallow generously around donghyuck’s cock. since you’ve been gifted a new position—sitting upright with jeno’s face as your seat—you’re able to wrap one hand around the remaining of his erection to stimulate what you can’t fit in your mouth.
“that’s it, baby, fuck, you always look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” he groans. “gonna start fucking your face, are you gonna let me use your throat, pretty thing?” he completely pulls you off of his cock, a mix of spit and his precum staining your lips in a glossy sheen. you moan, eyes fluttering shut when jeno slides in a third finger and starts to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. “hey, hey, we’ve barely started and you’re already so fucked out, baby?”
donghyuck tugs at your hair a little harsher, vying for your attention until your eyes are finally on him. you’re gifted with an absolutely stunning view. his hair is slightly dishevelled, apron straps falling off of his broad shoulders to reveal more of his chest, frilly skirt pulled back to reveal his cock covered in the essence of your spit, all while smirking down at you.
“like the view, pretty?”
you nod, dazed but immediately snap to attention when jeno spanks your ass another time. the sting does nothing but make your walls clench around his fingers tighter. you can feel your orgasm slowly approaching, winding a knot in your lower belly.
“mmh, yeah.” your answer comes in a moan dragged from your throat. donghyuck pokes your bottom lip with his tip while he strokes himself slowly, a sadistic grin throning on his handsome features.
“yeah? you like being at our mercy?” he coos condescendingly, raising his eyebrows in mild amusement when you stick your tongue out at him to catch his cock. he lines himself up, letting his erection rest on the bed of your wet pink muscle, but he doesn’t shove it down your throat, no. instead, he pats his tip against it. “i’d expect nothing less from a cockhungry slut like you.”
with a vicious sneer, he probes your mouth open and starts to fuck your throat at a mind-numbing pace. you gag against him with every thrust into the back of your throat, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from how sudden and painful it is but god, it only makes you wetter and your walls flutter around jeno’s thick digits. you do your best to swallow around his cock, eager to make him cum as you brace yourself with your hands on his thighs, blunt nails digging into the sturdy flesh but you’re torn between focusing on donghyuck and the stomach-flipping pleasure that comes from jeno’s mouth and hands.
you moan around donghyuck’s cock, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss when jeno strikes against your ass again. the sharp pain only melts into a buzzing sensation that sends another rush of heat to your core, tightening the knot that’s forming in your lower belly.
“shit, keep doing that,” donghyuck groans from above you. the rhythm of his hips starts to get sloppier and more rushed, and you realise that jeno is trying to coax your orgasm by fucking his fingers into your core at the same speed as your boyfriend. “fuck, your mouth feels too fucking good. i’m gonna cum into your mouth and you’re gonna take it all like the good fuck toy you are, aren’t you?”
there’s no other option for you but to moan in order to answer him. you want to nod your head, however, all you can do is look up at him all doe-eyed in hopes you’re able to elicit a reaction from him. the knot in your lower belly starts to get tighter, thighs and core burning from trying not to sit on jeno’s face entirely while donghyuck uses your mouth. another sharp sting sends a rush of electricity straight to your pussy when he grips your hair tighter, scalp prickling from the sensation as you whine around his cock.
the vibrations of your throat push him over the edge. donghyuck pulls his cock from your mouth and you complain with a weak moan of his name.
“easy, baby. i’ll give you what you want.” he hisses sharply, hand stroking himself faster and faster as he points his tip to your lips. you immediately catch onto what he’s about to do. you part your lips and stick your tongue out for him to spill his load down your throat. “shit, you already know what to do; such a good little cocksleeve for me.”
your brain starts to melt between the praise coming from your boyfriend and the ceaseless ministrations from the other, hellbent on getting you to cum. lucky for jeno, you’re nearing your high and your hips have found a mind of their own, bucking into his face as you wrap your lips around donghyuck’s tip and start suckling on it gently.
“oh, fuck!”
just like that, he releases into your mouth, thick white ropes shooting far down your throat. at the same time, the knot in your belly snaps, sending soft waves of pleasure to your brain and the tips of your fingers as you cum all over your other boyfriend’s face.
“that’s it, baby, give me everything,” jeno grunts softly around your throbbing clit. your walls flutter around his fingers as they continue to delve deeper, brushing against your g-spot as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm. he gives soft pecks to your throbbing clit while the muscles of your thighs tremble slightly from holding up your weight.
you eagerly swallow everything that goes down your throat, the slight bitterness of his cum tasting so delectable on your tongue. when you’re sure that you have everything cleaned up, you stick your tongue out for donghyuck. he takes your wet muscle between a hooked index finger and his thumb, pulling at it tenderly to inspect it further.
“such a good fuck toy, i don’t even need to let you know what you should be doing.” he tugs your jaw open, gathering spit in his mouth before he lets it drip from his lips and down to your tongue. you can taste the japanese black tea that he had earlier as you swallow it and he pats your cheek condescendingly as a form of wordless praise.
your head spins from the aftermath of your orgasm and how mean donghyuck is being to you that you barely register that jeno is still fingerfucking you. you look down at him, beads of sweat pricking at his hairline as he dutifully continues to eat you out.
“jeno,” you mewl meekly, hips rolling onto his face. his sharp eyes momentarily meet yours. he winks at you only to continue with more fervour this time, lapping at your juices and sucking at your throbbing clit whilst his digits curl deep into your walls, fingertips easily pressing against the soft, gummy roof with every thrust inside. “no, fuck, jeno, i can’t– sensitive!” you can barely string a sentence together and he’s enjoying every second of it, urging you to come apart a second time.
his continuous ministrations have your thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach tightens once again. there’s no way you can avoid it any longer. the second that he moans around your clit, hot white spreads throughout your body as your walls gush around his fingers a second time, making a mess with your head thrown back and your fingers fisting the sheets as your entire body tightens up.
“did you cum again, baby?” donghyuck coos. you shakily nod your head, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you gaze at him weakly.
“always tastes so sweet, hyuck,” jeno groans under his breath as he effortlessly manoeuvres you so your back is on the bed. your other boyfriend props your head and neck properly with the silk pillows.
from head to toe, your entire body is buzzing from the aftermath of having two orgasms less than ten minutes apart. you lazily look over at your two boyfriends who are rejoicing in a sweet exchange of what appears to be an innocent kiss. the corners of your lips curl upwards into a smile but it immediately disappears when jeno shoves his fingers—stained with your pearlescent slick—into donghyuck’s mouth and the latter eagerly cleans up the mess.
you tip your head back, the visuals being too much for you to handle especially when you’re still coming down from your two simultaneous highs. your poor clit is throbbing from the incessant abuse yet a heavy pulse tells you that you crave for more.
“like what you see, y/n?” jeno’s slight rasp calling out your name gains your attention and you peek up to see them both moving towards you. he settles himself between your still trembling thighs while donghyuck leans down to give you a kiss, tongue shoving itself past your lips so you can taste yourself on him. you moan into the kiss and right when your hands start to wander, you’re both being forced apart only for jeno to take your chin and kiss you instead.
“aww, our jeno is jealous, how cute.” if you weren’t so hot and bothered, you’d be giggling and teasing along. he nibbles your bottom lip and it pulls out a moan from you, back arching delicately into him. his hand nimbly runs to your lower back to support you, all while your other third giggles and pushes your hair back. “we can’t wait to ruin our cute little master.”
when oxygen becomes a necessity, you’re forced to pull away. donghyuck’s words echo dangerously in your mind and you look at him pouting.
“what?” that was all that you manage to exhale in a single breath.
“well, since it’s your birthday, pretty,” jeno begins as he sets you back down gently. he handles you like you’re made out of the finest china and it makes your heart flutter every time. “why don’t you tell us the one thing you’ve been wanting to try for quite some time?”
wait . . . he surely doesn’t mean that, does he?
“there’s no reason to be shy, baby. we don’t bite, do we, nono?” although their tone is light and encouraging, you feel like mere prey at the mercy of your two big, mean predators who are ready to devour you. their gazes are heavy and full of lust, not one of them even doing anything to hide it. “well, even if we do, we know you’ll moan prettily for us like you always do.”
that’s your cue to groan, eyes screwing shut knowing that you’ve fallen right where they want you to. they’re definitely thinking about it. they know that you know that they know. they just want you to say it out loud.
you’ve talked to them about it before. at first, they were apprehensive about the idea. it took a lot of convincing on your part to even get them to entertain the idea but your efforts are not in vain it seems. you’ve whispered sins into their ears, and planted seeds of lust, all to coax them into fucking you in one hole instead of two.
“c’mon,” jeno hums, using the hold he has on your chin as leverage to tilt your gaze back onto him and donghyuck. “use your words, otherwise we won’t know what you want.”
your cheeks are burning hot as they lean over your body, heat once again pooling at your core. a sharp throb ebbs in your clit as you imagine the stretch that comes with having both of their cocks in your cunt, rearranging your guts as they toss you around like a mere doll. you look up at them through your eyelashes, blessed with the view of your boyfriends with their lips swollen and red, cocks standing at attention while they still don their dishevelled maid outfits diligently.
“i . . .” you attempt but the words quickly die in your throat. you look over at jeno who gives you an encouraging nod. then, your eyes flit over to donghyuck who’s also doing the same but with a teasing edge to it, all to push you to admit your fantasies to them. “both . . . i want both of your cocks . . . in my pussy.”
“yeah? is that what you want, pretty thing?” donghyuck’s right hand is wrapped around his cock while his other reaches for your sensitive yet needy cunt. “we’ve always been giving you both of our cocks though, don’t we, nono?” he pouts, looking at your other third at the same time he starts to slide his middle finger between your folds.
“don’t see what’s the difference there, baby.” jeno joins in on faking having no idea what you’re talking about. “we always give you both in your pussy.”
“fuck,” you whine in desperation as donghyuck’s finger circles your clit then runs back down to your entrance, poking the tip in only to pull it back out. “i want both your cocks in my pussy at the same time.”
“how badly do you want it?” your eyes narrow at donghyuck’s disposition to tease you and make you beg. he only cocks an eyebrow upward with a malicious smirk, pressing down on your clit to rub figure eights to remind you that he’s the one in charge—not you.
“please fuck me, with both your cocks in my pussy,” you plead breathily, reaching out for both their hands. jeno is the one who makes contact first while donghyuck caresses your cheek so tenderly that you lean into his soft palm, smiling so sweetly at you. “want them both at the same time, please!”
a moan spills from your throat when donghyuck shoves two fingers into your cunt. the heel of his palm easily bumps against your throbbing clit in an effort to get you to stumble over your words as your fingers intertwine with jeno’s and the worst part is, it’s working perfectly in his favour.
“what was that?” jeno hums, squeezing your joined hands. your heavy-lidded eyes flit over to the snowy-haired male and a whimper of his name is stuck in the back of your throat. you want to glare at him but the stern gaze that he’s giving you makes it clear that there’s no room for being a brat. “better be grateful we’re going to give you what you want, pretty.”
“he’s right, baby.” donghyuck starts to slowly drag his digits in and out of your drooling cunt.
“please, please,” you try again, desperate for something more—something that’ll render you completely speechless and draw your mind blank. an idea pops into your head and you’re about sixty percent sure it’ll work. “i want both of my maids’ cocks stuffing my pussy full. i want both of you to ruin me, turn your master into your shared cocksleeve, please?”
you know you hit the jackpot when you catch their cocks throb and twitch impatiently at your sultry words. they exchange brief looks before jeno is hooking your left leg over his shoulder while donghyuck pushes your other thigh apart to accommodate them both.
“now we gotta make sure you can fit us both.” a dark grin encompasses jeno’s features as he leans forward to give your throbbing clit a kiss and you feel a hot pulse.
“you can barely fit one of us, don’t tell me you’re being greedy.” donghyuck raises an eyebrow to challenge you.
“have we spoiled you so often that you’re getting cocky now, baby?”
before you can even defend yourself, jeno’s middle and index fingers join donghyuck’s, drawing a breathy, desperate moan from your lips as your head tips back. the stretch from having their digits inside of you at the same time is giving you a mere taste of what’s coming next and you’re already breathless.
“no,” you groan. “i can fit both, i swear!”
donghyuck reaches for your jaw with his other hand to force your attention on them, making you watch them as the sloppy, squelching sounds of your slick fill the room. jeno, however, brings your intertwined hands to his lips, giving you a kiss on your knuckles as he winks at you. your stomach flutters restlessly and your walls clench around them both in a mix of trepidation and excitement, wondering just what comes next.
“i don’t know, can you?” it’s jeno’s turn to taunt and you tighten around him, clit throbbing around his words. he leans into the sensitive bud and lets a fat globule of spit land squarely. the contrast between the hot liquid and the cool air conditioning in your room sends a shiver up your spine, rendering you speechless when donghyuck reaches over to take your clit into his mouth and suckle gently on it instead.
“fuck, hyuckie,” you pant hotly, squeezing your intertwined hands the same time your cunt does. donghyuck slides in a second finger and now you’re stretched out with four thick and long digits delving deep into your core, rubbing against your g-spot to force another orgasm out of you. “shit, i can, i promise! i– i’ll take everything even if i can’t. you’ll make me take it . . . right?” your voice dies down at the end of the sentence but their sinister smiles only grow bigger.
“oh, baby,” jeno starts to fuck into your cunt faster, curling his digits into a firm hook to guide both himself and donghyuck deeper, watching your face scrunch up cutely from the pleasure of having too much at once. “of course, we will. that’s why we’re stretching you out first - we’re preparing you for our fat cocks.”
“though, it looks like you won’t be able to take it.” donghyuck pouts, taunting you over your reactions. “your little pussy is wrapping around us so tightly. you can barely handle one of us and now you want us both at the same time?”
“i can!” you mewl in a desperate attempt to redeem yourself but his words do nothing but send your head into a tailspin. the wet sounds of your juices squelching noisily in tandem with the rhythm and speed that their fingers are dragging in and out of your cunt mercilessly. “i can, i promise.” once again, tears spring from the corners of your eyes when jeno leans forward to play with your throbbing clit, driving you towards your third orgasm.
your heart is racing wildly against your ribcage, your body set alight from your orgasms but it doesn’t seem like your boyfriends are going to stop any time soon. broken moans and cries of their names fall from your quivering lips, wet droplets gliding down your burning cheeks as they grin cheekily at you. with your walls fluttering around their joined fingers and squirming with every harsh, strong suck from jeno, the telltale signs that your third orgasm is near is clear as day.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum, i can’t– jeno, i’m gonna cum!”
the knot in your belly is tightening, ready to snap and break and wash over you with complete euphoric bliss, but it disappears right when you’re about to cum.
both your partners pull out their fingers and completely withdraw themselves from you, getting into seated positions instead as they smile innocently at you. they planned this. they definitely planned this against you. you could taste your climax on the tip of your tongue but it’s immediately stripped away from you, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching around nothing in desperation for release. you’re left with a sickly buzz in your body, too turned on to fight but too lightheaded to even do anything about it.
“jen, hyuck, that was evil.” your poor attempt to complain to them has your voice coming out in a weak croak, worn and dry from having screamed and cried out their names for who knows how long already. hydrating was in the back of your mind now—all you want is to cum and you’re going to do it with your boyfriends’ cocks inside you.
“it wasn’t evil, it’s called keeping you on your toes, little master.” of course, donghyuck has the smart retort ready to fire back at you.
“if you want to cum, you have to beg for it. i think we’ve been spoiling you rotten for too long.” jeno leans back, wrapping his slick-stained hand around his cock. donghyuck mirrors his movements as they jerk themselves off to you with shameless grins on their faces knowing that they have absolute control and power over you.
“jen, hyuck, please,” you whine as you shakily get up from your position on shaky arms, trying to support yourself properly. despite your vision being clouded with tears, you do your best to make eye contact with them both as you get on all fours, crawling towards jeno. “please, i want your cocks so fucking bad, i need them in my pussy now.”
when you’re closer to jeno, he guides your hips with his free hand while donghyuck helps you out with his other, making sure to sandwich you between their bodies. you straddle him, shakily hovering over him while he continues to fist himself.
“yeah? think you deserve both of our cocks at once, pretty thing?” donghyuck purrs into your ear. he slowly sinks your hips lower and lower until your folds are on jeno’s girthy, veiny cock. you whimper when you finally feel him, warm against you, veins throbbing which sends a hot pulse to your clit when his tip catches onto your hood.
“fuck, yes,” you whine, hands propped onto jeno’s chest to support yourself. “i need both of your cocks in my pussy, please, want you both to stretch me out and fuck me til i’m begging for your mercy. i need you both to absolutely fuck me stupid and ruin me for your own pleasure, please.”
“is that so?” donghyuck massages your hip, rocking his cock against your entrance but never quite slipping in as you want him to. “what do you think, nono? should we give our little master what they want?”
jeno, with his silvery hair splayed out underneath him, has his cat ears almost slipping off of his head while he looks between you and your other third. the corners of his lips curl upwards into a boyish grin, eyes forming half-crescents as he entertains the idea in his head.
“i think we should. they look so desperate and pathetic that i kind of feel bad.” his bottom lip juts out into a pout.
your cheeks burn from being both embarrassed and flustered at the slight turn of events where they’re talking like you’re not even there. you should feel nothing but a little upset that they’re practically ignoring you but fuck, your needy pussy is clenching around the air from the blatant ignoring.
“hmm, you know what? you’re right. i think it’s time we give our sweet angel what they want.”
without warning, donghyuck pushes his cock past your entrance, stretching your walls out with his girth as a guttural groan falls from his lips and right into your ear. chills run down your spine when you hear your name whispered in a hot breath as he finally buries himself inside of you.
“oh shit, you’re way too tight, baby,” donghyuck hisses, both hands on your hips to steady your trembling form. by then, you’ve already fallen with your cheek against jeno’s chest, barely strong enough to hold yourself up even on all fours. you feel so full after being denied what you wanted most, struggling to do anything but moan out in pure pleasure. you can feel his cock throb and twitch gently within your tight walls, tip poking against the roof of your cervix with an unspoken threat to do more. “how are you gonna—shit—how are you gonna fit jeno’s cock too, huh?”
you feel his cockhead poke against the hood of your clit again, deliberately rolling it around to mix his precum and your juices together. you whine out his name in defeat, accidentally squeezing around donghyuck who groans out once again from the sudden movement.
“are you sure you’re gonna be able to fit us both, little one?” jeno pushes your hair back, trying to get a good look at you from your current position with your cheek pressed up against his chest. you lift your head up to give him your best doe eyes, pleading wordlessly with your trembling bottom lip as you nod eagerly.
“want you both, i promise i can take it. you’ll make it fit, right?” those magic words easily have both men groaning in tandem with your filthy words. apparently, it’s enough to convince jeno and so he does exactly what he had been begged to do: fit both his cock and donghyuck’s in your tight pussy.
“we’ll make it fit, alright,” jeno reassures you with a kiss on the crown of your head.
donghyuck pulls himself out until his tip lingers at your entrance to make room for jeno, who’s making sure not to hurt you too much. your nails dig into his biceps as your forehead falls against his clavicle, pushing your hips back to help them.
“shit, wait, over here.” since donghyuck has a clearer view, he helps your third find his way to your entrance until he pushes past it, finally fitting both their cocks into your pussy. “that’s it, yeah, you got it.” the praise isn’t directed to you yet you felt butterflies in your stomach, walls fluttering restlessly around both their cocks.
“oh, fucking hell.” a string of profanities falls from jeno’s mouth as they slowly push their cocks into you. the stretch that donghyuck’s cock gave you is nothing compared to the stretch of their two cocks sliding into your pussy.
you’ve gone completely limp to the bone and your legs feel like nothing but jelly. if it wasn’t for them holding you up, they wouldn’t be able to slide in this easily. your walls clench nervously from the intrusion, rendering you absolutely speechless and sending your head into a tailspin.
“‘s too much . . .” you mumble dumbly against jeno’s exposed skin but a harsh spank against your ass wakes you up almost immediately.
“you said you wanted us both in your little cunt and now you say it’s too much?” jeno seethes from underneath you while donghyuck tuts in disapproval. his dark words come in a deep growl, rumbling from his chest and only making you squeeze around them tighter. “fuck, don’t do that.”
“this is– fuck, this is something else.” donghyuck grunts under his breath as they continue to bully their cocks into your walls.
after what feels like forever, they’re finally buried inside you completely, tips generously kissing the roof of your cervix as they stay completely still to let you get used to the position and stretch. you’ve never felt this full before, where you can feel both their cocks twitching against each other, veins throbbing desperately.
“feeling good, baby? how are we feeling?” jeno pushes your hair away from your face so your nose and mouth wouldn’t be blocked when you breathe.
“so good . . .” that’s all that you can moan out, blissed out already. “you can . . . move . . please move . . .”
donghyuck is the first to start slowly thrusting into you as he grunts your name, firm hands gripping your hips and rocking them against his own. a broken moan gets caught in the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face because everything is too much all at once but it feels so good.
“should’ve known our slutty little master would get off from something dirty like this,” jeno tuts. you want to argue that it’s not true but all that is heard from you is a mewl of pleasure when jeno starts to move too.
there’s no opportunity for you to catch your breath at all. when one cock slides in, the other slides out in a never-ending cycle of pleasure that turns your brain completely blank.
“how are you so fucking tight?” donghyuck’s hand lands a heavy spank against your ass, making you jolt forward but he pulls you back onto his cock to bully the tip against the gummy roof. a sharp jolt of electricity rushes down your spine when he grabs your hair to pull your head back to look at jeno. “what kind of faces are they making, jeno?”
said male groans when he sees your fucked out expression, eyes rolling back and drool seeping from the corner of your lips as you desperately hold onto him for some illusion of control.
“the same cute faces when we fuck ‘em stupid.” one of his hands moves from your hips to your cheek, easily pulling your lips apart to slide his thumb in. he pries your jaw open and is met with little to no resistance as you moan for him through heavy-lidded eyes. “we’ve barely done anything and they’re already looking all dumb and adorable, hyuck.”
“yeah?” the other pants hotly, snaking around your body to lift you up into a kneeling position. “i expect nothing less from ‘em, really.”
jeno immediately catches on and gets up, making sure he doesn’t accidentally slip his cock from your tight cunt. they easily manhandle you until your knees are held to your chest while the other supports your weight.
you can barely catch up with what’s happening until you feel them far deeper inside your guts like they aren’t deep enough already. you feel them pushing harshly against your lower belly that you’re surprised there’s no bulge poking from your stomach.
they start fucking up into you and your hands fly to jeno’s shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as a broken scream of pleasure is ripped from your throat. tears spill down your cheeks once again from the mind-numbing sensation that sets your veins alight from head to toe.
“can’t believe you’re such a whore,” jeno grunts into your ear. his blunt nails dig into the back of your thighs as he continues ramming into you with reckless abandon, relishing in the way your walls wrap around his cock and the gentle friction that comes with donghyuck’s cock doing the same.
“‘m not . . .” you weakly whimper but it’s interrupted with a loud moan when donghyuck snakes his arm around your body to tap and roll your clit.
“you’re not? then why are you so tight, huh?” he challenges and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “why do you have two cocks in your greedy cunt if you’re not?” he twists the throbbing bud between his index finger and thumb and your back arches into jeno, disrupting the rhythm but only for a brief second.
“only sluts like you squeeze desperately around cocks when degraded.” jeno huffs, gently squeezing the flesh of your thighs and thrusting into you with added strength as if to prove a point.
your lips part, ready to refute them, but all that comes out is a broken moan of their names garbled together. your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head as their thrusts start to become stronger and more desperate, hitting all the right spots that stars start to dot constellations in your vision and your orgasm starts to creep closer.
“‘m gonna–“ your voice is cut off by another moan of pleasure when they lose their rhythm and thrust into you at the same time, leaving you gasping for air at the sudden change. “please!” you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point as your body aches for release, ready to spill at any given moment.
“shit, already?”
“fuck, i’m close too.”
your entire body burns from being tussled around and used like a mere toy but it only tightens the familiar knot in your lower belly. you can barely moan for them anymore—all that comes from your dry throat are silent cries of pleasure that you can hope they hear. sandwiched between two stronger bodies with the stench of hot sex emanating off all three of you encourages you to chase after your high.
“you wanna cum, baby? wanna make a mess all over both– ohh, fuck, don’t clench like that.” donghyuck is struggling to catch his breath, thrusts uneven and sloppy. “yeah, fuck, cum all over our cocks.”
“be a good fucktoy and cum for us,” jeno growling into your ear pushes you over the edge entirely.
hot white spreads from your belly, goosebumps rippling all over your body as your walls gush around them and coat their cocks in a sweet, milky white essence. your entire mind goes blank as chills run up your spine as you’re drowned in absolute ecstasy, seeing stars in your vision as a translucent liquid spills all over jeno’s cock and abdomen.
“shit, you fuckin’–” jeno doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s spilling his seed into you. before you can even register it, donghyuck reaches his climax just heartbeats after and your head falls forward to rest against jeno’s shoulder. you can feel their cocks twitching and throbbing from the aftermath, covered in a mixture of thick cum that overflows past your plugged hole and down their shaft.
“oh, fucking hell.” the both of them stay perfectly still as they catch their breaths, panting and shuddering from the mind-numbing sex. “i’ll– wait, lemme pull out first.”
everything else that happens after is a blur. your entire body is spent, and so are theirs, but they’re going the extra mile to take care of you. you don’t really know what they’re up to but you’re immediately sobering up when you feel them cosying up to you from your sides. there’s a gentle shadow that casts upon your face followed by a gentle smooching sound. the corners of your lips curl into a soft smile when the love is shared with you, lips finding your cheeks as your lovers pull you into their embrace.
“how are we feeling, y/n?” donghyuck noses at your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder.
“mmh,” you whisper softly. your throat is too dry and raw from all the screaming and moaning that you can barely say anything. “‘m good.”
“wanna chill a little before we move on to aftercare?” jeno pushes locks of your hair away from your face, devoting a sweet gaze on you.
“mhm. sounds good.” you manage to nod and voice out your agreement, and you’re glad that they’re giving you some downtime before what could possibly end up with another round in the shower. “i love you so much, jeno. i love you so much too, donghyuck.”
“we love you too, baby.” they chorus together.
“now rest up. i’ll get you some water.” donghyuck, although reluctant to leave, takes one for the team but you know he’s going to be racing back as soon as possible.
“happy birthday, my love,” jeno whispers into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
this is one hell of a happy birthday for you.
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baubles like blueberries (directorshipping, Cyrano x Clavell, 1093 words)
General audiences for my little holiday fic! Very late but I literally did not have the time haha.
Just lots of fluff, and some sappy old men to keep us going.
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The holiday season had always been something or nothing for Clavell. It was either extremely busy and exhausting, or as dull and mundane as any other day. It wasn’t a problem as such- many people his age experienced the same thing, whether it be because they didn’t have any loved ones to share the time with, or they were too tired, or generally because the season was just… more for the kids, in a way. Clavell wasn’t as enthralled by gifts as his students were by any stretch. In fact, he found himself flustered and embarrassed by the thought of someone spending precious money on silly old him.
As much as spending time with others sounded amazing, and as much as he tried to arrange some sort of gathering, things hadn’t gone that way, and instead he sat in silence in his homey cottage with a fresh mug of tea in both of his hands, waiting patiently on his worn couch.
He wasn’t waiting for anything in particular, nor was he trying to waste the day away. He just, for the first time in a while, had nothing to do. No bills to pay, no emails to be checked, and no students to look after. Nothing. He didn’t even need to look after his pokemon; they were all out in the kitchen busing themselves with the new toys he had bought them.
Clavell didn’t mind being on his own that much (okay, a little) but with the twinkling of lights from the neighbouring houses taunting him, it was hard not to feel a little… disappointed. Perhaps it was normal to feel this way- he assumed many others spent this time of year on their own and knew of the feeling.
Forgotten was probably a better way to describe it. He didn’t want to sound selfish in any way, though he was quite jealous of the little nuclear family that lived a couple of doors down: something he’d never had even as a child.
Staring out of the glazed window beside him, he gulped down the little lump in his throat. Violent rain battered the glass like an intruder. It didn’t snow very regularly in southern Paldea, unless a particularly strong gust from Glaseado brought the frost down with it, making the Delibird Day songs about the snow pretty pointless unless you lived somewhere like Montenevera. He’d only ever seen snow where he lived once, and it wasn’t even enough to cover the ground. Back in Galar he had, though, especially in Circhester. The thought of the markets and the fairy lights back home made him have to gulp another lump back down his tightening throat. It was silly to think like this, anyway.
The sound of rain had always helped him fall asleep, and so as soon as his tea had been sipped and finished, he found himself drifting off to the pitter-pattering with his cheek resting on his fist. It was just another day, after all, and he shouldn’t waste it. However, the fact that he could fall asleep like this made him feel particularly old, but hey ho. He was getting older, so naps on the couch wouldn’t hurt.
The doorbell rang. Houndoom zoomed to the door yapping his heart out. Clavell froze.
Who in Arceus’ name would be out and about in this type of weather? And more importantly, who in their right mind would come to his house?
He slowly rose from his seat, bones cracking, and shuffled his way to the door. Houndoom scurried back into the kitchen to let Clavell open the door, which slammed open due to the wind as soon as it was unbolted.
The man standing in front of him was definitely not a caroler, or someone trying to sell him something, or a student (to his surprise). And at least it wasn’t Geeta trying to get him to work. No, it was definitely the one man he didn’t mind seeing, despite his annoying vices.
His dear Cyrano, drenched head to toe in freezing rainwater, holding onto his hat with one hand and grasping a little pink bag in another. A pretty smirk was on his face, though Clavell couldn’t help but stare at his trembling bottom lip and the few tears that were streaming down his face.
“Velly-”
“Cyri-”
They both paused, then smiled when they tilted their heads back up.
“You’re-” The way Cyrano practically pounced on him was definitely a great way to potentially knock him down and kill him. He didn’t though, and what a relief that was, as if he had been killed he wouldn’t have been able to be suffocated by the kiss Cyrano had captured him in. His thin frame was pressed roughly into the taller man by his hips, pink bag and hat promptly dropped to the soggy floor to do so. Cyrano put his hands behind his partner’s ears to pull his head closer, then kissed him deeply, successfully warming them up from the winter’s chill blowing into them.
Once they’d separated, Clavell huffed. “I-I… I was going to say, you’re soaked. What… What are you doing out here…?”
Cyrano smiled, tucking a strand of Clavell’s hair behind his pink ear. “It’s Delibird Day, isn’t it not? Gotta give my gift to my Velly one way or another!” He beamed, yanking the bag off of the floor along with his hat. The now soggy bag was then handed to the smaller man with a tiny bow and a tip of his fedora. “Here you are, my sweet. Happy Delibird day!”
All Clavell could really do was shake his head as he stepped aside to let Cyrano into the house. “Thank you…” Cyrano shook his head in return and watched patiently as Clavell opened the bag. “I do have to admit, though, I haven’t got you anything… Wasn’t really expecting you here…”
“Oh, not a problem whatsoever! Sorry for not calling beforehand…”
Clavell looked up. “Nonsense, darling. It’s lovely to have you here.” He slid a fluffy thing out of the bag, and looked down at it. A small Pawmi plush holding a stuffed love heart smiled back up at him, with its beady eyes reflecting the hallway light. “Oh… It’s so cute…” A silly grin crept its way onto his face. “Thank you, my dear.”
Slipping off his coat, Cyrano wrapped his arms around the other man. “My pleasure, Velly.” A light kiss on his forehead was the only thing he needed to know that maybe the holidays weren’t such a lonely time after all.
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Wrong On The Money (27)
part 27 of ?? | 810 words | Teen+
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Summary:
Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.
27.
Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.
And he knew it, he knew that Eddie hates him. Why else would the guy think it was all to . . . to show off or something? It was stupid, even after all they’d been through, to think that might’ve changed. To think that “Big Boy” was anything more than temporary insanity, like his own overcompensating with Nancy and that six little nuggets speech.
The thing is, Steve had thought. He couldn’t help it. There’s this thing that happens when he throws himself between people and death—starting with Nancy, at the Byers’ house in ‘83, when he’d seen the bandage on her hand and pushed his way inside. It had extended to Jonathan as well when a monster dropped through the ceiling. Extended to Dustin when he got in his car the following year, and more of the other little gremlins as they came into his orbit. Steve started to care, and to his surprise they cared back.
So yeah, he’d assumed Eddie might too. That’s what this alternate dimension shit does, it makes you rely on the people in it with you, and with that comes . . . honestly, some of the best friends Steve has ever had. Friends he’s goddamn lucky to have.
But Eddie still hates him, the way Barb probably would’ve still hated him if she’d survived. It’s fine, he should have known to expect this, it should be fine.
(It’s not. Steve does want Eddie to look at him, he realizes, and not in a hateful way at all.)
He clenches his fists, digging his blunt nails into the heel of his palms, but in the end it’s the words that reel him back in. Eddie is talking again, rambling to put even Robin to shame.
Saying thank you for bridal carrying him out of hell. (As if a fireman's carry wouldn’t have been worse for Eddie’s injuries.)
Saying thank you for deciding to give him the money, and for using his being an asshole to trick him into taking it for Wayne’s sake. (An exaggeration. That made it sound clever, when Steve acted on impulse.)
Saying sorry for asking for interest, and that it was honestly all spent on Wayne’s medication, sworn on Dustin’s mother. (Judging people for how they spend money once they have it is something Steve used to do. He’s trying to not be like his dad anymore.)
Saying sorry for being a hypocrite, because he’s gay, and adding that Steve can spread that around if he wants because it’s not like Eddie’s reputation could get much worse. (Steve had kinda figured, but it’s nice to not have to assume.)
Saying sorry for being wrong.
At first Steve takes it all as lies to get him to stop making a scene. What other motivation could Eddie Munson possibly have? But the guy keeps going, and going, and going, and gradually it starts to sink in.
And Eddie keeps going like a runaway train. “Everything you did this past week is some of the most metal fucking shit I’ve ever seen in my life, man. Which I wouldn’t still have if you hadn’t dragged me in here and made them treat me. With what Dustin informed me was ‘the most badass temper tantrum ever,’ by the way.”
Steve almost chokes on a breath, managing in his surprise to get out a chuckle that only sounds half strangled. “Dustin said that?” he rasps.
“Oh yeah. Kid worships you, dude. It was kind of annoying, until . . . all this.” Eddie waves his hands around like they’re birds trying to launch themselves clear of his body. If it’s an attempt to get Steve to laugh, it doesn’t work.
But it’s a near thing.
Instead, Steve takes a deep breath and no longer feels an iron band constricting his chest anymore. He wiggles his fingers without any phantom pinprick sensations. The tension drains out of his limbs and he feels exhausted.
“Eddie?” he asks.
“Y-yeah?”
When he looks over, Eddie stares back with those big anxious Bambi eyes full of trepidation, as though he actually cares about what Steve’s about to say. Is it guilt? Is it trauma bonding and the solidarity of the matching bat bites on their torsos? Does it matter? Either way, it’s still care.
“Truce?” Steve offers.
There will be time for him to explain to Eddie about the panic and the nail bat he keeps in the trunk of his car, about Barb and wanting to be better. For now, he can bask in the smile that cracks across Eddie’s lips and the immediate “Yeah” he gets in return for the olive branch.
Maybe it will be fine. Maybe they can be friends.
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Goodbye?
So this post is WAAAAAAY overdue but I felt like it was time to say something here... I’ve mentioned it on my main blog but I know not everyone who follows this is following that one.
Long story short, I’m probably never going to post here again. I don’t want to say _never _because who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind, but for over a year now I have had no desire to work on CC or even mess with anything related to it. I’ve become extremely burnt out, and I’ve even reached the point where I’m fed up enough to probably stop playing TS4.
I’ll go into more detail under the cut, but totally I understand if that doesn’t interest you. So just know that I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten over the years. This was an amazing era in my life and I’ll always look back on it fondly. I’ve made a lot of great friends through this process and it’s been so surreal at times. You’re all wonderful, and I wish I could continue, but I just can’t. Feel free to share/make edits to my CC as you wish.
So I guess these are my main reasons:
Burnout: It hit me HARD: At my peak I was struggling to find a job and so I had a lot of time to dedicate to recoloring. I would jump on recoloring for packs the second S4S got updated. But now I can’t even bring myself to recolor or edit anything. I was actually in a really bad place mentally at my “peak” on this blog, and my life is so different now. I’m in therapy, I’m taking meds, and I’m feeling really good. And I’m just so busy with other things, the last thing I feel like doing after work/when I have free time is to work on CC.
TS4 is Super Broken: It becomes really frustrating when every new patch EA comes out with means that people have to come to your inbox to let you know that your stuff is broken. I don’t make mods, so I always foolishly assumed my stuff wouldn’t break. But then it did. And again. And again. And AGAIN. I can’t be active enough to stay on top of it anymore. And a lot of the time I straight up don’t know WHY my stuff doesn’t work, so I don’t know how to even approach fixing it. Then there’s the issue of having to post the update, hope people see it, and try to find a way to lead people who stumble across my blog from a youtube video or blog post that’s several years old to the most up-to-date version. Its too confusing for them and for me and I kind of hate having more than one post for the same item.
I just don’t have the time anymore: I work a 40+ hour work week now, and then try to juggle my social life, chores at home, taking care of myself, and my hobbies. I barely play TS4 or get on my computer much anymore (my work is all computer based so sometimes I just want to do anything else when I get home). Its too the point that every time I’ve tried to play the game I have to update. I can’t keep up with all the changes the game is making, and I don’t even keep track of when packs come out anymore. PLUS I’m starting school again at the end of next month, and I’m still going to be working at my current job so I’m hardly going to have any free time coming up soon.
I am giving up on TS4: this is mixed with #2. The game isn’t really fun. I lasted as long as I did because I wasn’t playing, I was making CC and staging story posts. I don’t have the time to really do either of those, but I can make some time to try and play for fun. But it’s not fun. And there seems to be game breaking bugs every other week now, and while the packs seem promising, they are riddled with bugs of their own. Not to mention the laundry list of things the team has promised they would go back and fix and just haven’t, and probably never will because they have to pump out 20 new kits before the end of the year. I’ve spent more money than I’d like to admit on this game, and I don’t even find it fun to play anymore. I made the mistake of getting back into TS3 and realizing that I actually enjoy that game, which just made it so clear to me how much I don’t enjoy TS4. So I’m saying goodbye to it. I’ve complained for long enough that it’s time to really do something about it. And this is that thing.
So I think that’s it. I’m really sorry if you liked my CC and hoped I would continue. I hate letting people down. But I can’t force myself to do this anymore. I had a good run, and it was made so special by every one of you. You have no idea how much your support has helped me out through some really low times. But all good things must come to an end sometime, and I think it’s long overdue. You can still catch me at @tainoodles if you want to chat. But I am no longer working on CC. Thanks again for everything ♥
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Vent non Ana related
I’ve spent this entire month decorating, planning, and preparing for our first real Christmas as a family and my in laws invited my BIL. Who I use to think was a great friend.
He’s actually an asshole. His core he’s a good person but he doesn’t think of others at all. We were super close when he was fat. Then he lost a bunch of weight (proud of him) but he just changed. He doesn’t check in on a single one of us. His dad is literally going for open heart surgery in a month and he wants him to take him and his gf hiking in a huge national park because he’s too scared to drive up there in the snow. Although we live close to it my FIL will either have to hike around with them or sit in the car alone for hours…fun.
They moved in with us for a little bit last year, completely trashed the living room we had no where to sit. It was just treadmills. Then when they moved out he left it that way. Knowing I’d have to clean it because I take care of the house and I cleaned his bedroom when he left the first time. Idk if he just doesn’t think of things like that? He’s literally in his 30s. I would think he’d be more considerate. (We live with my in laws btw)
Now he’s coming here for Christmas because he doesn’t want to be alone while his gf is with her fam. Which I get but he doesn’t contribute anything at all to anything. We had so much planned and I was going to cook so much because I enjoy it but I will not cook for him. He’s so ungrateful. So to not make things awkward I’m just not cooking. I’m not even being sarcastic when I say this but I’d have more interaction with a fake plant that’s how little he contributes to just life, with us at least.
We had a convo with my in laws telling them how we felt and that we just don’t want to be around him. We told them that if they invite him that’s totally fine and we will leave for the holiday. They said they understood and would reach out to plan for him to come around new years instead of Christmas. I’ve been telling my MIL to call him for the last 2 weeks. She finally did tonight and came and told us the news that he’s coming. After I’ve literally planned everything for just the 5 of us because she told me he was for sure not coming.
I just hate that she waited until last minute when we could’ve known this weeks ago and I wouldn’t have gone so hardcore in all my planning. It feels like she waited so it was like “too late it has to happen”. So tonight I moved all the decorations I put up in the living room into our room. I know it sounds petty but I (alone) put so much work into it and planned so much just for it to go to shit idc.
I’m usually down for being fake nice with distant family but I don’t even talk to my own mother anymore for not giving my little family the same effort we gave her. I’m sure as hell not gonna do that with a brother in law.
This is long and probably makes me sound horrible. I do feel bad about it. I hope he succeeds in every single thing he does but I don’t want to be apart of any of it. He was what I considered to be one of my best friends. We went through an insane amount of shit together. My alcoholism, some seizures (I’m epileptic fun fact), a huge move back into the in laws place. He was just nice to have around and the three of us did so much together. So to watch him use my partner for money to get back into college and then just dip and never ask us how we are after starting our own family hurt. My partner and I have the same birthday so it’s not easy to forget lol and we heard from everyone except him. When it was his birthday we reached out. When he graduated college we congratulated him. He never wrote back. We had our daughter and didn’t hear a thing from him. We heard from everyone in the family. I even heard from his gf. I had only met her once before! So I’m just a little annoyed and I feel like I wasted a lot of time. Okay that’s it. If you made it this far you’re an mvp. Goodnight! 💜
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AITA for exploiting my stepmom’s superstitions?
I (15F) am interested in divination. Not as a real thing that works, I just think the systems are interesting and reading tarot or I Ching helps me think through things sometimes. Like, my grandma told me when I was little that if you have a hard decision to make flip a coin and suddenly you’ll know exactly what side you hope it comes down on. My dad wouldn’t buy me a tarot set so I made my own a few years ago and I just use regular coins for I Ching. He doesn’t care that I do it, he just thinks it’s a silly thing to spend money on and that’s probably true. I like my handmade set.
My dad married my stepmom 2 years ago and we don’t get along. She’s churchy and I’m agnostic, plus she has Opinions on lady-like behavior that I think are ridiculous. I try to just avoid her most of the time. I didn’t know that she didn’t know about the tarot thing until she walked in to my room while I was doing a reading last week. I usually do one before bed as kind of a wind down. She hit the frigging roof, man, I’ve never seen her that mad before. It turned into a big fight and she said she wouldn’t tolerate “devil worship” and “witchcraft” around her kids (10F, 8M). My dad told me to just not do it around the other kids and they went off to talk about it. I thought that was the end of it, but when I came home from school a couple of days later I noticed that the box that I keep my cards in was gone from my dresser.
SM said that she had burned them and I kinda lost it. Even if I don’t believe in it, I spent a lot of time making them and she burned my artwork. My dad was also pretty mad at her but he said it was probably time for me to move on from that anyway and he would make her buy me some books or something to make up for it. I was still upset so I told SM that I hope she lost something really important to her too and locked myself in my room. Ever since then, she’s convinced that I cursed her and is on edge all the time. I haven’t denied it either because I’m still mad. I even remade a couple of the cards and left them around just to spook her and it’s working. She won’t let her kids out of her sight when they’re home and she misplaced a necklace this weekend and freaked out.
My dad says he understands what I’m doing by playing into her paranoia, but I need to just leave her alone before she has a stroke. I think she deserves it. I am starting to feel bad about how much she’s taking it out on her kids, though, they can’t even be in the yard without her.
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ThemThere Thursday - 05 - Bill (2015)
Title: Packing [AO3]
Characters: Ian & Gabriel
Prompt: A sequel to Comfort where Ian thinks he has to leave. - Prompt sent in by the lovely @harrisonwells.
A/N: Even though this is technically a sequel to Comfort, one of my earliest fics, it can stand perfectly on its own.
Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. More info can be found here.
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Packing
“What are you doing?”
Ian, not having heard the door open, jumped at the unexpected voice behind him. He slowly turned around, careful not to put too much weight on his injured leg. The cut was no longer infected, thank god, but even the slightest movement pulled painfully at his stitches and could make his knees buckle in an unguarded moment. It wasn’t the first time Ian had to go about his day with a wound like that, though, and knowing his luck it wouldn’t be the last time either. He’d manage. He always did.
“I’m packing,” he said softly, not quite able to meet Gabriel’s eyes when he turned to face her. He didn’t have much to pack, of course; only his old clothes, blood-stained, frayed and stitched together in more places than he could count. When Anne and Bill had given him a place to stay and recover after the play, he had begged them not to throw them away despite the sorry state they were in.
“They’re all I have,” he had muttered, just hours before the fever had taken hold of him.
Anne and Bill had exchanged a glance before Anne had offered him a small smile and said, “I’ll get these cleaned for you, then.”
“And I’ll ask Gabriel to make you an extra set,” Bill had added. He’d leaned down to whisper conspiratorially, “Between you and me, it’ll do her good to have something to do. Will take her mind off of things.”
He made it sound like Ian was doing them all a favour by agreeing to this but Ian knew it was the other way around, really, and he wasn’t particularly happy about that. He did not like having to rely on other people’s generosity, did not like being in their debt, but he couldn’t deny that the clothes Gabriel had made for him were a vast improvement over his old ones. They fit, for one, and the material Gabriel had chosen was both warmer and more comfortable than anything Ian had ever owned before.
He was wearing this new set now, together with an equally new cloak he fervently hoped would do a good job of keeping him warm and dry. He had a feeling he would need it, wherever he went next – he had not quite figured out his next steps yet. With Croydon imprisoned in the Tower for treason, his chances of finding employment anywhere in London were slim at best. No one wanted a collaborator in their home, after all, least of all one that might draw the Queen’s attention and ire. It did not matter that Ian had been an unwilling participant in his former master’s schemes. His reputation was linked to Croydon’s in the eye of the public. He would forever be the servant of the man who had plotted against the Queen, making it practically impossible for him to find work within the city, probably even beyond it.
But Ian had to find work. He needed to repay Anne and Bill for their hospitality and the care they had provided for him, and for that he needed money. It meant he had to leave, no matter much it pained him to do so. The last few weeks had been … incredible. Ian realised how pitiful that sounded given the fact he’d spent most of that time in bed feeling like Croydon had run him over with his cart, again, but it was the truth. Gabriel, Anne, Bill, even the children – someone had always been with him when he felt ill, be it to check his temperature or keep him company with a smile and a story. For the first time in his life, someone had taken care of him the same way he’d always taken care of others, and being on the receiving end of so much kindness had felt overwhelmingly good.
Too good.
Ian could feel himself getting used to it all – the casual touches, the gentle conversations over dinner, the quiet moments afterwards when Bill told them about his latest ideas or Gabriel spoke about Spain and all the things she missed. It was easy to fall into the comfort of Anne and Bill’s home but the thing was: it was their home, not Ian’s. He was a guest here at best and a nuisance at worst, and the last thing he wanted to do was overstay his welcome after everyone had treated him so kindly. So he had packed his meagre belongings into his old cloak, made the bed and neatly folded the blanket Gabriel had given him to ward off the cold on top of it. He’d known saying goodbye would be difficult but he hadn’t realised just how difficult it would be until he saw the upset look on Gabriel’s face.
“You’re leaving?” she asked in a voice so quiet Ian had to strain to hear her words.
Unable to meet her eyes, he kept his gaze firmly on the floor. “I’ve already stayed for too long, Gabriel.”
“But you’re not healed yet,” Gabriel argued. She crossed the room on silent feet and gently clasped his elbow. “Your leg – you’re still favouring it. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ian said, finding it hard to stand his ground when she was so close, when she was touching him like this – so gentle and careful as if he were very dear to her. “I told you I’d get out of everyone’s hair as soon as–“
“But you don’t have to,” Gabriel interrupted softly. Her hands moved to his face and tilted it up so he would look at her. “Can’t you see that? No one wants you to go.”
A lump formed in Ian’s throat.
“I’m not a charity case, Gabriel,” he whispered. “I can’t expect Anne and Bill to feed and clothe me forever.“
“Then ask them to hire you,” Gabriel said. “Anne has been talking about needing help around the house, especially now that she and Bill are going to split their lives between here and Stratford. She likes you, Ian, and so does Bill. The children practically adore you and I–“
Her eyes widened and she broke off. Colour bloomed in her cheeks before she cleared her throat and finished, very softly, “I don’t want you to be another thing I’ll have to miss for the rest of my life.”
Ian’s heart stuttered in his chest. By the time it found its rhythm again, it was beating twice as fast as before. “But I’m … I’m just a servant. I’m nobody.”
A look of pure heartbreak crossed Gabriel’s face. Ian had half a mind to apologise – even though it was the truth – when she surprised him by bringing their foreheads together, gentle but desperate.
“Not to me,” she whispered fiercely into the small space between them.
Her words drove the air from Ian’s lungs. With trembling hands, he reached up to hold onto her wrists in an attempt to ground himself. No one had ever looked at him the way Gabriel was in that moment – as if she saw the soul shining deep inside him and found it more beautiful than the moon and stars put together. His whole life, he had been invisible to the people around him and now here she was, gazing past the scars and hurt with a gentle fondness, as if she never wanted to let him out of her sight again.
It left him speechless. “I .. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stay,” Gabriel pleaded. “We can go to Bill and Anne right now and ask them to give you a job. They won’t say no – I know they won’t.”
She sounded so utterly certain that Ian found himself nodding even before she’d finished speaking.
“All right,” he breathed because what else was there to say? “All right.”
The answering smile on Gabriel’s face was breath-taking. She dropped her hands to wrap her arms around him and pull him into a heartfelt hug. “Oh, thank you, Ian! Thank you! I promise you won’t regret it.”
Ian closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to revel in the sensation of being held and wanted for once – of being loved.
An hour later, he was back in his room and unpacking his clothes with shaking hands. Anne and Bill had hired him on the spot, just as Gabriel had said they would. He had a new job that would allow him to pay them back, and not only that: he also had a new home, a whole new life. It sounded like a dream, and when it finally sank in that it wasn’t, he had to put down his old doublet and take a deep breath.
Gabriel’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Here, let me help you.”
With infinite care, she folded the old garment and silently placed it in the trunk at the foot of his bed before doing the same with his threadbare cloak. Ian knew he would probably wear neither of them again but he still found it difficult to let go of them, even with his future looking rather promising now. He supposed if anyone understood that, it would be Gabriel.
“We can go to the market tomorrow if you feel up for it,” she said once all his belongings had been stored away. When he gave her a questioning look, she added, “I need to know what kind of fabric you like if I am to make you more clothes.”
She seemed excited about the prospect, and Ian felt his heart overflowing with gratitude. An hour ago, he would have told her it wasn’t necessary, that one set of clothes was more than enough for someone like him. Now he merely bit his lip before he shyly asked, “If you tell me your favourite fruit so I can make you a cake in return?”
Gabriel grinned and held out her hand to him. “Deal.”
That night, as he slipped under the covers of his bed and pulled Gabriel’s blanket up to his chin, Ian stared up at the ceiling of his room for several silent heartbeats.
“I’m home,” he whispered at last and found a weight lifting off his shoulders. It was still a strange thought but certainly not an unwelcome one, and when he finally closed his eyes, it was Gabriel’s face he saw in his dreams.
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I tagged 900 of my posts in 2022
#captain swan - 187 posts
#i love them your honor - 161 posts
#killian jones - 157 posts
#emma swan - 144 posts
#queue you like me now - 128 posts
#my old ouat reblogs - 120 posts
#once upon a time - 106 posts
#bridgerton - 87 posts
#anthony bridgerton - 80 posts
#kate sharma - 66 posts
(please, tumblr called me out on 54% of my posts not having tags omfg)
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#i love reading people’s reblogs though because they’re so great and interesting and either remind me of characters i love or tell me new 1s
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
just like a ghost whisperer
Happy start of CSSNS 2022! I was lucky enough to have the first posting date so of course this piece is a monster. So excited to see all the other works being shared for @cssns this year!
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SUMMARY: It figures that the gorgeous house Emma’s renting on Boston’s coast has something wrong with it. She would have preferred a leaky sink or creaking stairs — anything but the ghost of Captain Hook haunting her. Between his annoying habits and flirtatious advances, the two of them work together to unravel a murder mystery, discovering something deeper along the way.
RATING: T for language, violence, and very very mild suggestive themes!
STORY WORD COUNT: 25,031 words
TAGS: Captain Swan, CSSNS, implied/referenced child abuse, ghosts, Just Like Heaven AU, Ghost Whisperer AU, mature language, violence, and mildly suggestive themes
AO3
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hahaha this was originally going to be 3k-8k words and then four days ago i decided to add massive plot. i'm so sorry hahahaha.
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Packing tape smells horrendous. That’s the only thought running through her head as she seals another cardboard box shut.
60 days left.
The apartment that’s been home to herself and Henry for the last four years would just be another on a long list of residences they’ve spent time in. But Emma would not be able to stomach the $400 rent increase. It’s something engrained in her from the foster system and the years following Henry’s birth, stretching her dollar as far as it would go and sometimes going without if it meant her kid could have the formula he needed. Even though she can afford the price hike now, her gut refuses to let her stay.
Plus, she doesn’t think she can handle another leasing year with Albert Spencer as her landlord. Spencer thrives on making others miserable, she swears it. He even campaigned with the local and state officials to get rid of the cap on rent hikes.
Asshole.
Someone could tell her that his other company of vehicle rentals was a front for drug trafficking and murder and she’d believe it. He had a snide look on his face the moment she first signed her lease years ago, like he was about to swindle her out of all her money. Then came the disgust whenever he saw her paying her rent like he couldn’t believe he let the likes of her rent in his building.
A list of names, addresses, and photos are probably hidden somewhere in his own dwelling and he crosses off enemies as he goes, eliminating them by kicking them out, reporting them to authorities, and/or the possibility of killing them.
She’s only joking about that last part. Somewhat.
She’s kept them here for so long because it gave Henry’s life stability and the location was ideal. Who cares if she’s probably at the top of Spencer’s list because of the complaints from her neighbor Mrs. Norberry about Henry’s late night gaming - the price on top of everything else was too good to pass up.
In fact, maybe the increase wouldn’t be so bad?
“60 DAYS, RESIDENTS!” the man himself yells from the hallway, banging on doors as he passes them and repeats his message.
Nope. Definitely need to move.
Henry hasn’t had an issue with the prospect of them moving. He goes to his part-time job at the docks after school, then comes home and finishes his homework before spending the rest of his evening on different listing sites.
“Do you even want to stay in Boston? I mean, we can go anywhere.” His excited voice echoes in her head as she takes in the half-packed apartment. Part of her wonders if she’s doing the right thing.
Constantly moving, never setting down roots - that has been her whole life. Staying in one place for too long makes her itch but that’s the last thing she wants for her kid.
Despite what her long list of driver’s license address changes might say, she wants the house with the white picket fence and the dog and everything that screamed a normal happy life in every sitcom she watched growing up. The only problem lies in the fact nowhere has ever felt like home. The closest she ever came was a small cottage town further up the coast. They got plenty of snow in the winter and the summer never got unbearably hot like it did in Tallahassee. But she was young when she was there and the locals were getting suspicious of the nights she spent in her car with Henry in his carseat so she drove right out of Florida.
Hard to believe it’s been nearly 16 years since then.
Ding!
The chime from her laptop pulls Emma from her musings and she hurries to her feet. The packing tape rolls away from her and the scissors clatter to the floor but she pays it no mind. With the rental market being as insane as the housing market right now, a minute delay in correspondence could mean she loses out on a potential apartment.
Disappointment fills her chest when she sees it’s just a reply from one of her contacts but it quickly disappears when she notices what it’s regarding.
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#4
where’s the rivusa fic told through the eyes of the random specialist that tells them to get a room and gets riven yelling at him to fuck off
179 notes - Posted October 4, 2022
#3
“You don’t have to call me [Princess]. I’m just Leia.” / “I’m a person and my name is Anakin.”
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#2
in immediate need of the gifsets comparing dick dreaming of mar’i in season three and kor’i dreaming of mar’i in the trailer.
220 notes - Posted November 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
i will avenge you
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#the way my top posts hit almost every one of my major fandoms in 2022#it was just missing kanthony aw#it is there in spirit imo
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1, 5, 17, 22, 36, 41, 56 for … roz & someone else (surprise me) 🏄♀️
Andre, I chose you!
1. What’s the one thing they would save in a fire?
For the most part, Roz doesn’t place very much value on material things. Which is not to say that she’s a zen master unconcerned with worldly possessions, it’s more about her attitude toward her belongings. Rich kids don’t take care of their things because they can always buy another. That said, she’s quite sentimental. Her most valued possessions (and the things she’d rescue from a fire) would probably be souvenirs from various trips taken with Mary.
Like Roz, Andre is a sentimental person. Unlike her, though, he grew up in an era before digital photography, so his first impulse would be rescuing photo albums and other personal, family pictures.
5. What’s their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?
Roz has never needed to be useful, normal, or marketable, so she’s had a lot of time to nurture pointless skills and interests. I think she’s very into house plants and specifically into cultivating rare orchids and other hard-to-care-for plants.
Andre is in the same position. As the Crown Prince (and later King) he never had to develop a personality, but unlike Roz, he never took the initiative to do so of his own volition. His most useless skill is probably long-distance running. My boy loves a jog.
17. What’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever spent money on?
Roz spends a lot of money on real estate. I think she has a bad habit of buying a house or flat in any city she thinks sounds interesting, but she’s never been to half of them, I’m sure it’s someone’s job to maintain her vast real estate portfolio…most of the properties aren’t generating any income, although I’m sure she owns a few vineyards or cocoa farms or similar.
Andre…I’m not sure what he spends his money on, but I’m sure it was an embarrassing purchase related to [REDACTED], either some kind of extravagant gift or something intended to impress her.
22. Are they a dog person or a cat person — or something else?
Roz is a dog person to the point where she and Mary have a dog together, but I don’t think Andre is much of a pet person at all.
36. What is their favorite thing about themselves?
Rosalind is proud of her intelligence and work ethic. But I don’t think Andre likes himself very much, to be honest.
41. What do other people love most about them?
People love Roz’s confidence and certainty. She has never struggled with doubt, never wondered who she is or what she’s meant to do. That kind of clarity of purpose is captivating, and people respond very strongly to that.
Andre is very sincere. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he says what he means in a very direct way. I think he has a way of focusing on the person he’s speaking to that makes you feel very seen and heard.
56. What do they smell like?
I can’t imagine Roz wears any kind of perfume, but I imagine she smells like whatever lotion or face cream she uses. I imagine it’s a fresh, subtle, expensive scent.
My first thought was that Andre wouldn’t wear much scent either, but I actually like the idea of Elise having given him a bottle of cologne at some point early in their relationship. I feel like he’d find one thing he liked and stick with it for the rest of his life…very cute if it’s something his wife picked for him, imo
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So I've been thinking of a Sweeney Todd / Kill Bill crossover where the Bride settles down with BB in London and opens up a record store like her fiancé ran—except this new store used to be Mrs. Lovett's pie shop, and the flat above it where the Bride and BB live was Sweeney Todd's barbershop. And then:
In all seriousness the resurrection mechanism I'm currently picturing is adolescent dipshits summoning him in the alley next to the old shop. He's probably a known serial killer in this setting as opposed to a legendary villain originating in penny dreadfuls. So other kids may have tried this at some point, but for whatever reason it works this time. He's summoned with his razor in hand, and he's about to kill the teenagers who summoned him because he was trying to die here; can't a guy get some rest for once? Cue the factory whistle. But then he decides if he can't die in peace he might at least try to live in peace, so he lets them go. Perhaps the catharsis from killing Turpin restored at least a bit of psychological clarity, lessening the bloodlust and allowing the moral weight of all the innocent customers he murdered to finally start hitting him. But presumably, after asking them what year it is, he still steals his summoners' clothes and money before they run away. I figure if this works like ghosts tend to do, Sweeney was summoned in a bloodstained barber's outfit, and he wants to be inconspicuous.
As he ponders how much the world has changed since he was gone, the Bride comes down from her bed to see what the hell made all the noise that woke her up. Cue the sirens. Not sure if she's carrying a gun, a katana, or just a knife from her kitchen, but Sweeney calms down either way and tries his damnedest to act normal. He asks where the nearest hotel or bed-and-breakfast is, then thanks her and heads there to spend the night. The next day he pops into her store and checks out the records and CDs. The Bride laughs, assuming that he's marveling at how old the records are when he's really marveling at how new everything is from his perspective. They strike up a conversation and quickly become friends, and Sweeney soon finds his own apartment nearby and a new barbershop to work at.
Sweeney's on his second pseudonym by now (Benjamin Barker -> Sweeney Todd -> whatever he's calling himself now) and the Bride on her fourth (Beatrix Kiddo -> Black Mamba -> Arlene Machiavelli -> The Bride -> whatever she's calling herself now). So I'm not sure when they find out each other's real names and backstories, but once they do they can bond over the whole "I lost years of my life to an authority figure who caused my spouse's death* and stole my kid" thing. However it goes, Sweeney becomes like a surrogate dad to BB (hey, same initials as his own birth name!) and possibly falls in love with the Bride.
But eventually as his guilt continues weighing on him, Sweeney starts wanting to atone for his past misdeeds by hunting other violent criminals who harm innocents, like some Dexter or Punisher shit. In keeping with the Deadly Vipers' snake aliases, he takes on the codename Taipan, in reference to how long he spent down under. The Bride is like SWEENEY NO because she still wants to live a peaceful life and keep her new family safe, but deep down she too feels drawn to the excitement and starts wondering if maybe Bill was right that she wouldn’t be happy with a normal existence. On top of that I figure the sheer affront of "Mr. T" falling in love with another woman would drive Mrs. Lovett's ghost to poltergeist the place up.
* Though in Todd's case Turpin caused it more indirectly.
#long post#crossover au#crossover shipping#crossover ship#kill bill#quentin tarantino#the bride#beatrix kiddo#uma thurman#sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street#sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street#sweeney todd#mrs. lovett#mrs lovett#nellie lovett
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471.
1 - When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy?
About a week ago - I had to place a new order for dog treats for work. I think it came to just over £200 total but I can claim it back on expenses. I’m also pretty sure this is a survey I made during lockdown three years ago lol.
2 - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so?
I do - and his name is Bear. Of course I wouldn’t judge another adult for doing exactly the same thing I do, lol.
3 - Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable?
I like to look good but that doesn’t really mean I follow fashion. I dress more for comfort and practicality on a day-to-day basis but I do like dressing up for like, days out or whatever too.
4 - The last time you got up from where you’re sitting, where did you go and what did you do?
I emptied the washing machine and put the load away, put the next load on, put the dishes away and went to the toilet.
5 - Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film?
Read an erotic novel.
6 - Who taught you how to tell the time on a proper analogue clock?
I think it was my dad, but I could have just learnt at school.
7 - What’s your favourite way to make your home smell good? Do you spend a lot of money on making this happen?
Wax melts - it probably averages out to £15 a month or so over the year, but I buy in bulk. I got £100 worth in the sale just before Christmas for £50 - I’m currently working my way through them so I can get more at Easter.
8 - How long have you had the computer/tablet you’re currently using? Does it need replacing or upgrading?
About a month. It’s slow but it was cheap and all I could afford at the time.
9 - When you’re home alone, do you make sure all your doors are kept locked?
The front door locks automatically, but I leave the back door unlocked unless I’m going to bed.
10 - How often do you light candles? Do you just like regular ones or do you prefer scented ones or ones that make pretty patterns when they melt?
I light plain tealights in my wax burner everyday. I get through about 1.5 each day.
11 - Are you any good at taking care of plants?
I’ve never really tried.
12 - How many surveys have you taken so far today? Will you take anymore surveys today once you’ve finished this one?
This is my first one but I might take a few more - it depends how tired I am as I didn’t get much sleep last night lol.
13 - What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself?
Dark red and grey, and yes.
14 - What was the last hot drink you consumed? What about cold drink?
Coffee, Pepsi Max.
15 - Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and what are they?
Yeah, just two - my nose and my belly button.
16 - Do you prefer taking baths or showers? How come?
They both have their place. On a day-to-day basis I prefer showers but sometimes nothing beats a hot soak in the bath.
17 - What time do you need to wake up tomorrow morning? What is it that you have to be up for?
Whenever I want - it’s my day off and I have no plans.
18 - If you work, how often do you get paid? Would you prefer to get paid more or less often?
Some customers pay me daily, some weekly, some monthly and some termly - which works out fine for me.
19 - What does your favourite pair of pyjamas look like? Do you wear them to sleep or just to be comfy around the house?
I have loads of pajamas but I couldn’t tell you the last time I wore any of them lol. I wear leggings and a hoody/jumper around the house and then a t-shirt to bed.
20 - How often do you wake up in the night needing a pee?
Every night, at least once a night lol. I’ve always been that way.
21 - What apps do you use the most on your phone?
Facebook, Instagram and a few Merge games.
22 - Do you prefer cats or dogs? Do you own any of either?
I like them both equally - we have three cats and a dog.
23 - Do you have one of those fridges that has an ice-maker in the front? If not, would you find one useful?
No - ours has a cold water dispenser thing though. I have a customer who has an ice maker in her fridge and whenever I do overnights there I use it as much as I possibly can hahah.
24 - Do you like wearing hats? What’s your favourite style?
Not really but I wear them anyway as they’re practical - I wear beanies in winter and a baseball cap in summer.
25 - If you live in a household with pets, who is responsible for their care - both in terms of finance and the physical tasks involved?
I’m the main “parent” lol - I pay for their insurance, do the vet visits and buy their food. I do the vast majority of care too - I walk the dog five days a week and do all the feedings apart from breakfast during the week. Mike walks the dog at weekends and does breakfast as he’s up before me.
26 - What’s your opinion on leggings as pants?
I mean, what else would they be except pants?
27 - Have you ever driven in bare feet or do you think that’s too dangerous?
Yeah, I love driving barefoot in summer. I used to drive 30-odd miles home from work in bare feet everyday - it felt a lot safer than in flats where my feet were all sweaty.
28 - Have you ever walked out of a job before? What were the circumstances and did you ever go back?
Yeah - I was being bullied and my MH was really suffering for it. I handed in my notice along with a sick note and my keys and never went back lol.
29 - Do you collect anything? Are these things worth money or are they practical/sentimental items?
Just wax melts and they’re practical, I guess, though it does help my MH to have a nice clean home that smells good too.
30 - Do you have anything hanging from your ceiling apart from lights?
We do not.
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Distorted Reflections
So, I posted a short fanfic for PLA recently and mentioned a couple times that I was working on another (that I started before the other one) and I have finally finished it and started posting it to Ao3.
I made a bunch of comics earlier, that were a series of not really connectable scenes of choices I wished the game would have let me make, this fic is basically adapting them, plus a great deal more that wouldn’t make sense without more context, into an actual story, so if you enjoyed those maybe you’ll enjoy the fic. I thankfully found someone to help proofread it so it shouldn’t be held back too much by my having poor language skills lmao. I will be including art but there was far too much of it to make a full comic.
First chapter + added picture under the cut
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Prologue
It was near impossible, not feeling cursed when you had spent almost three decades of your life trying to make the most responsible choices in life, only to have it blow up in your face. Astrid had lived a life of half-hearted attempts, trying to make something of herself that never paid off. All she found herself doing was aiming for ill-fitting goals that suited her about as well as a box of secondhand clothing from a donation bin. She always bitterly wondered if paths she hadn’t taken would have gone better in the end. Astrid never managed to find anything she had both the opportunity and skill to accomplish.
Today, she was grasping at straws for her latest career attempt, combining her few limited skills regarding autobody with her only viable connection, which mostly amounted to a friend that was too good to her, and graced her with too much pity . At least in this case, she was just slow, and not directly incompetent. Currently, she was working on a custom Jeep, brandishing a pearlescent, white-adorned body with golden accents. This prototype sported depictions of the Creation Trio and Arceus from actual ruins, and in Astrid’s eyes, this was quite frankly her greatest masterpiece. Sure, it would be wrecked from use before long, but that just came of the job. She might have been abysmal at schoolwork, and took classes on niche things she couldn’t make use of directly, such as art and mythological history, but she was intent on getting something useful out of all the money it had cost her.
“Can you grab the heat lamp, Jim? Cynthia will probably be here to check the final product soon.” The old Luxray that the shop kept around for assistance with electrical work meowed in response, and set about dragging the lamp over to her.
“Actually, I got here a little while ago, but I didn't want to interrupt you.”
Astrid spun around to face the champion, who was leaning against a work table behind her. “I knew you'd do a good job. I was right to go to someone with knowledge of what they would be painting.”
Astrid blushed. “You're too kind. Honestly, I needed a lot of help with the parts, but that’s likely due to the fact that I'm still a novice... I wish I had figured out that I wasn't any good at school sooner. 'I'm a jack of all trades, but master of none.'” She sighed.
“It's not too late; you still have time.” Cynthia remarked with a soft smile, one that refracted a delicate sort of reassurance. “Have you put any thought into a Pokémon training license either?”
Astrid laughed bitterly at the mere thought. “At my age? When most people start as children? The whole system was set up around that, you know. I'm way too far behind to be successful.” Being a Pokémon trainer was one of the many paths she regretted not taking to begin with, and it showed. Cynthia knew that well, and still tried to nudge Astrid towards trying it out anyway. But she and Astrid were different.
Astrid had no talent.
“How about we have a little battle? You know, simply for fun?” Cynthia clapped her hands together and smiled, as if she was proud of her own self-proposed idea.
“Me? Battle you? I don't think that would last all that long; after all, what Pokémon would I even use?” Astrid pointed out firmly with a shake of her head. However, she was broken off from further argument as Jim pawed at her leg, practically volunteering himself without needing his own words; the now-retired veteran of the shop owner's own attempts at challenging the Pokémon League seemingly was itching for another chance at action. Astrid sighed again. She didn't want to ruin his fun, after all, regardless of her own doubts. “Fine. I'll give it a shot.”
She could hardly get the words out before Cynthia had already sent out her signature Spiritomb. Its reaction to Astrid was... odd. “Oh? You seem pretty fired up to battle Astrid, Spiritomb.” Cynthia remarked in a teasing manner. “You sense some potential with her, too?”
Astrid could only roll her eyes. It still all felt like a big joke.
They headed outside to the mostly empty lot to avoid damage. Spiritomb launched a Shadow Ball attack towards Jim, who managed to dodge quite well in spite of his advancing age. “All right Jim, counterattack with Play Rough!” Astrid called out, to which the agile Luxray managed to catch the Spiritomb off guard and land a crit in response, only to be taken down by a Dark Pulse attack directly after due to his close and dangerous proximity. Astrid winced at the seemingly easy defeat, and moved to instead comfort the Luxray for his efforts. “You did great, buddy. You should be proud.”
“You did good as well, though.” Cynthia interrupted, handing Astrid a Max Revive to get Jim back to full comfort and health.
“Nah, I just got lucky. And besides, Jim is the experienced one here. Not me.”
“Strong pokemon have never guaranteed victory against me.” Cynthia retorted. “You should really rethink that license. At least find yourself your own partner. Things have been... dangerous around here lately, you know. You need to be able to fend for yourself, Astrid.”
Astrid contemplated that. It was true she was hearing more and more about some up and coming group ( Team something... Galactic maybe? ) causing trouble, but she couldn't imagine she was really notable enough to be targeted by people like that. Not right now, anyway. She laughed it off. “I'll be perfectly fine, I think. After all, I have a god watching over me.” Cynthia's face was still concerned and unconvinced, however, and it was anything but hard to miss.
“...Ahem. Anyway.” Astrid said, changing the subject. “I still have to add a clear coat over this, but it should be ready in the morning.”
“Excellent!” Cynthia exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I look forward to it. See you tomorrow. Oh, in fact, why don't we have lunch afterwards? I just got back from surveying some ruins and would love to talk to you about them.”
Astrid broke into an enthused smile; one of her few useful qualities was being able to give Cynthia a somewhat engaging conversation about her special interests. “It's a date.” Partially, that was intended as a bit of a lighthearted joke, but she knew it would be taken as it was silently intended as well. Cynthia knew her well.
Cynthia waved goodbye and left Astrid to finish up her work for the day. Jim retreated back to his designated living area behind the shop to call it a night as she put all the supplies away. Astrid began locking up afterwards, unable to stop from grinning stupidly about that.
She had a date with the champion . Giratina must be working overtime to bless her today .
Astrid had honestly taken the long dissolved faith towards it as something to jokingly play around with as a teen, but after too many blessings to be coincidence, she had become surprisingly faithful to the forgotten and disregarded god. Maybe one day, it would grant a bit larger of a blessing upon her. Though… Perhaps she was simply sounding greedy now.
She doubted Cynthia had that kind of interest in her, but it was still an enjoyable thought. One so distracting, in fact, that Astrid didn't notice when she was leaving the shop that she wasn't alone.
“Oh, someone is still here?” a voice proclaimed from behind her.
Out of the shadows came two people with repulsive, teal bowl cuts, a Skuntank and Toxicroak not far behind. “Is it true that you have the champion's personal vehicle here?”
Astrid's eyes narrowed. “What is it to you?”
“We were thinking of… making some modifications ourselves; I'm sure she'd get a real bang out of them." A ghoulish smile crossed the first one's lips as they spoke. Astrid suddenly realized that there was something potentially "special" about her that might be worth targeting, and that this was exactly what Cynthia had feared.
She popped the trunk of her car behind her and pulled out a torque wrench. There was one more thing that was unique about her, and why she felt safe without a partner pokemon. She clasped her hands together. “...Giratina, I beg of you: please protect me.” The glyph tattoo on her right arm began to faintly glow red, and she readied herself.
The Toxicroak came at her, and she rolled out of the way before simply shrugging it off to its trainer's surprise. The trainer was even more surprised when she used the momentum of the roll to make a direct hit on them with the wrench, docking them across their face with a sickening crack. A lone human in a Pokémon battle didn't have the luxury of holding back, and Astrid was no champion or hero. The bowlcut grunt fell to the ground like a ragdoll, the Toxicroak distraught and confused about what to do.
“You BITCH! ” the other grunt blindly swore, calling upon the Skuntank to go for Astrid this time. As it did so, it was able to successfully disorient her with a Poison Gas attack. Astrid doubled over; the dodges couldn't protect her now. The enemy Toxicroak moved to attack her again without instruction, preparing an impending Poison Jab attack. Astrid braced herself for the worst; a point-blank direct attack from a Pokémon would likely be the end of her. In her head, the last few hours proceeded to flash back before her very eyes. Cynthia's encouragement, and the " date " she was looking forward to mere moments before now. She largely hated her life, but now facing its end, she felt nothing but regret, perhaps mixed with fear and dread of the incoming unknown. Why didn't she just have a partner Pokémon? Did she seriously expect Giratina to protect her every time?
What an idiot she had been. Now her life WAS truly wasted.
She closed her eyes preparing to meet her end.
The end never came, but her senses did in fact cut out from around her very being. Astrid opened her eyes to darkness, followed closely by an unfamiliar light that shone of white and gold.
“ Ah, thou may be suited to receive my blessing. Seek out all pokemon, and thou shall find me once more. ”
…
Everything fell away to black once more.
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“Oh, wake up! …Do wake up, will you? Are you alive, my girl?” an unfamiliar male’s voice called out, breaking through the muted void of her fall.
“...Probably not,” she mumbled in response, struggling to come back down to Earth.
“Oh my… That’s quite concerning.”
Astrid opened her eyes then, finding her senses finally redirecting themselves to activity as she managed to focus on a man with a lab coat and an admittedly ridiculous looking winter hat with a pom-pom on it. Three starter pokemon, none of which were the local staples, stood at his side, peering down at Astrid in interest.
“You gave me quite a shock, falling from the sky like that. But thank goodness you seem to be unharmed!”
“...Where am I?”
“Why, this is Prelude Beach of course. Dear me; did the shock of your fall addle your memory? I must say your clothing is... unusual.”
A fair statement in general. Astrid's choice of dress skewed rather goth, and her jacket was of her own design, the back picturing a stylized image of Giratina's origin form. A big upside to a job not dealing directly with customers was looking however she pleased.
“I've never even heard of this place before,” she said, slightly dazed and more than confused. Was this the afterlife? Another dimension? Did Giratina save her after all? …No; she was pretty sure the Pokémon that appeared before her was Arceus. Surely it couldn't be as bored as Giratina to the point she would be of interest.
“Oh yes, and... What would your name be?”
“Astrid.”
“Your name has quite the ring to it! I imagine it must have a lovely meaning.”
It was related to a word for “star”, she thought to herself. Somewhat fitting for someone who fell from the sky somehow, she supposed.
The odd-hatted man introduced himself as Laventon, a Pokémon professor. As he was speaking, however, the three starter Pokémon ran off, leaving him in dismay. “I'm terribly sorry, but do you think you could help me round them up? I beg you!” he yelled before running after them.
Astrid followed his lead, noticing what was probably her phone nearby on the ground. It had taken an odd shape, and frustratingly seemed to not have a connection anymore, but it appeared that the things already saved to it still were there at least.
It echoed the message she heard before on contact.
“ Seek out all Pokémon. ”
Well, might as well start with those three, then.
Being able to throw a pokéball competently was a skill taught to children in general, and Astrid was no exception. It didn't take too much effort to round up the three starter Pokémon for Laventon; it was quite literally a job for children to her. The praise for it felt undeserved and almost patronizing, but it became clear fairly quickly why the strange professor found it so impressive.
The small village that sat on the beach was jarringly antiquated, and the people in it were as perplexed by her appearance as she was by everything else. Laventon went off somewhere and came back with more people, who reacted similarly to her presence and incredibly basic (in her opinion) skill set. A serious-looking woman with no eyebrows even offered a job and living quarters to her, if and only if she could pass some sort of evaluation. It felt ironic to have been so recently complaining she was too old to train Pokémon. Her wish had, in a very strange roundabout way, been granted. Was this Giratina's blessing or Arceus' instead? She could usually, on some level or another, feel Giratina watching over her, but it felt notably absent now. Was that the cost of her wanting to be given this chance?
…She probably wouldn't get a real answer for that.
The strange people discussed the rift in the sky she apparently fell through. That was definitely Giratina's handiwork. She could just tell. She wasn't sure if this was another parallel world or not until she heard the word Hisui, which she also recognized from her studies. It seemed she had traveled back in time to when settlers were flocking to the region of Sinnoh.
No wonder the phone had no connection…
She was provided with lodging for the night, but told that it would be only temporary if she failed the evaluation.
Maybe this blessing was a curse after all.
#PLA#Pokemon legends Arceus#Volo#I have possibly written an Entire Light Novel Worth of what mostly amounts to Volo deconstruction hahahaha#distorted reflections
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Title: Haunted
Series: Year of the Scorpio Novella
Author: Stacy Gail
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2023
Echoes of the past…
Anya
If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. My mom—a single parent who’d spent her life building a business from the ground up—died suddenly, leaving me and my older brother to tie up her loose ends. There hadn’t been a will, but there had been a lot of money left in the family account. Then both the money and my brother vanished, and I was left with nothing except rage.
Then I met Vasili Medvedev. My brutal, magnificent hero who deals out death as easily as other people breathe. I know I should fear him, but all I can feel is crazy-hot desire.
…haunt the present.
Vas
I found Anya seconds from death in a hellhole she never should have known existed. The reason she was there? Her dick of a brother robbed her blind, and now she wants revenge. I could track him down and even help bury the body, if that’s what she wants. But will it help exorcise my own personal demons haunting me? Probably not. Helping her will only feed my need for her, but a monster like me doesn’t deserve an innocent like Anya.
Then again, monsters don’t care about following the rules.
***HAUNTED is a work of romantic suspense with the world of the Russian mafia as a backdrop. If you’re triggered by the suggestion of violence, this book is not for you. As always, no cliffhangers, love triangles, or cheating. Due to adult language, sex scenes, and epic amounts of instalove, this book is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen***
A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail wrote stories between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a skating coach who was also a romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from PNR and cyberpunk to contemporary romance at night, both dreams have come true.
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HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 4
*Warning: Adult Content*
No matter how many times Martin Hunter does the math, no matter how he shuffles the numbers and fudges with his margins of error, the result is the same.
He just can't swing it. With a sigh, he shuts his laptop and buries his face in his hands.
He'd spent the whole afternoon at the kitchen table, working at the problem but the solution eludes him.
Flora and Miguel's birthday is a month away and they have their hearts set on a Nintendo Switch and one game each.
He knew they probably each wanted their own console but they hadn't asked for that.
Instead, they'd asked for one, to share and they hadn't even picked out the priciest model.
It's not as if they'd demanded it, either.
Martin has asked them what sort of gifts they wanted and gave them a price range he felt was reasonable for his means and their age.
Their single, combined request was actually less than the sum of his offer.
Unfortunately, that offer was made before prices rose and before several bills came due and before he'd made critical home repairs.
What had seemed perfectly reasonable then now seemed entirely beyond his reach.
They wouldn't complain.
Even if all they got was a birthday card and a hug they'd understand.
The thing is he didn't want to disappoint them. Martin’s ex-wife, Elena hadn't believed in birthdays and presents.
She'd said it would spoil them and make them feel entitled to rewards. Martin still slipped in little surprises when he could, a stop at the bakery for cookies or cupcakes or an impromptu trip to the zoo.
He'd learned not to give them things that she could take away and bore the brunt of her ire in other ways.
Now they were free to celebrate and Martin was free to spoil them as he wished.
He knows money can't buy happiness but he wanted to see their smiles and excitement when they unwrapped that gift.
He wanted to give them what they want.
He wanted them to be happy. Suddenly exhausted, he rests his head on his folded arms and shut his eyes.
He wanted to be happy, too.
"Daddy?"
Martin snorts and sits up, confusion fogging his brain.
Flora stands at his side, her hand on his shoulder and a little moue of concern on her lips.
He realizes he must have fallen asleep.
"What is it, sweetheart? Where are the others?"
"They're fine. Nico and Rio are watching cartoons and Miguel's in his room. I told them to be quiet and not to bother you, only..." She chews her bottom lip awkwardly.
"You were crying again so I thought you might want to wake up."
Martin looks away and wipes his hands over his face, ashamed to feel the tell-tale wetness there.
A father crying in his sleep isn't something an eleven-year-old should witness, much less 'again.'
"Sorry, sweetie. I must have something in my eye."
"It's okay," she says, not at all fooled by my lame excuse.
"I cry sometimes, too."
"You do?" he sniffs and swipes his sleeve across his nose before giving her a reassuring smile.
"It's good to cry sometimes. But if you're really sad, you can always tell me, you know."
"I know. You can tell me if you're sad, too."
“Yeah.”
Flora nods sagely.
"Do you miss Mommy?"
Martin’s smile falters.
He clears his throat carefully.
"Do you miss her?"
"No."
Flora's dark eyes hold more knowledge and understanding than they should for her age and her simple sincerity leaves no room for doubt.
"I don't miss her. I think Nico and Rio do, sometimes but they don't remember how...."
She leaves the rest unsaid but Martin understands his daughter, nonetheless.
Flora: ‘How she hurt you.’
Martin’s eyes sting again and he blinks rapidly as he pushes out his chair and stands, stretching the tension from his back and checking the time on his cell-phone.
He'd been asleep for almost an hour.
"What do you say to macaroni and cheese for dinner?" he asked Flora, changing the subject.
"Buttered peas on the side?"
Flora brightens, her mood shifting as easily as a breeze, for which he’s grateful.
"Sure! Can I help?"
Martin smiles.
"Sure. I'd love some help."
Thursday afternoon is their bi-weekly appointment with Dr. Vance.
Over the course of an hour, she talks to each of the kids individually, then to all of them as a group.
Nico and Rio Hunter enjoy it, fascinated by all the interesting toys Doctor Vance lets them play with but Flora and Miguel understand why they're there.
Unless Wolves want to live in weird communes, completely cut off from the human world, they have to live by human rules and human laws.
They pay their taxes and send their kids to school, they go to work and abide by the law.
And yes, sometimes they go to family therapy.
It was a strange, fine line they walked at times.
Martin had told his kids they could tell Dr. Vance anything, except that they were Wolves.
Every session left him wracked with anxiety, afraid that one of the kids would let it slip, or say something darkly misleading, like... ‘Daddy said not to tell.'
Something that would get them taken away from him .
And yet, the sessions themselves were obviously helping and as long as the kids didn't hate it, Martin had determined they'd continue to go until Dr. Vance said they didn't need to anymore.
She's sharp and empathetic and the kids like and trust her. Martin likes and trusts her, too.
So, when she calls him into her office after the kids' sessions, his guard is only half as high as usual, despite his anxiety.
"Rob, can you keep an eye on this crew? I only need a few minutes," she says, addressing her receptionist and waving at my kids, who are happily absorbed with the Play-station in the waiting room.
The man behind the counter, gives her a look that clearly says... ‘I'm a receptionist, not a babysitter.’
But he nods anyway.
Shall we?" Dr Vance asks, gesturing and Martin follows her into her spacious office, full of natural light and a jungle of potted plants.
"Is it Miguel?" he asks, as soon as the door is closed.
"He's been a little moody but I think that's just hormones.
He's about the right age and..."
Dr. Vance holds up a hand, commanding silence.
"Miguel is fine," she says.
"In fact, I'd say that all of your children are doing just 'fine' whatever that means, these days. It's actually you I'm concerned for. Flora says you've been unusually tired, lately and I noticed you fell asleep in the waiting room."
Martin opens his mouth, then blinks as no good response rises to his lips.
He hadn't expected to have to defend himself.
He opens my mouth, then blinks as no good response rises to his lips.
He hadn't expected to defend myself.
"I've been busy," he says, shrugging.
"Not enough hours in the day."
Dr. Vance frowns.
"You obviously love your children, Martin. I've never doubted that. But you need to take care of yourself, too. Have you considered seeing someone?"
Martin chokes on a laugh.
"I'm not exactly in the market for romance."
"I don't mean romantically," Dr. Vance says dryly.
"I mean a professional. A therapist."
He rubs his eyes and shakes his head.
"I'm seeing you."
"No. Your children are seeing me. My specialty is children, not adults. I can recommend a colleague, if you want. Someone with a background in domestic violence."
Martin stands, maybe a little too quickly and turn away as a wave of dizziness spins his head.
Catching himself against the back of the chair, he rubs his brow.
“I don't need to see anyone. I just need my kids to be okay, and a little more time to get settled. That's all. I'm sorry if I've worried Flora. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Martin, that's not what..."
"Thank you, Dr. Vance. We'll see you in two weeks."
Martin heads for the door, struggling to keep his stride steady and on course and he’s grateful when she doesn't follow him.
In the waiting room, his children are still enthralled by the game console and it takes a few tries to get their attention.
When he does, though, Flora and Miguel dutifully wrest the controllers from the younger pair, promising to let them play on their coveted Switch, when they get it and we make it out of the building without incident.
They always get pizza on the walk home, a little extra treat to reinforce a positive association and so we stop at ‘Santo's By-the-Slice’ as usual.
As the children each select their choices from the menu, numbers dance before Martin’s eyes and when the guy at the register asks what he'll have he just smiles and waves his hand.
‘None for me, thanks.’
"Aren't you hungry, Dad?" Miguel asks, as he helps Nico fill his cup at the soda fountain. Martin shakes his head.
"Nah. I ate a big lunch. I'll have some healthy adult food later. Some raw kale, or steamed tofu, or..."
"Eww!" Rio howls with delighted disgust.
A lively discussion ensues as everyone tries to name the worst 'healthy' food they can think of, most of which they've tried first hand courtesy of his brother, Monty, the only vegetarian werewolf he knows.
Meanwhile, Martin resolves that Flora and Miguel will have the best birthday he can give them.
It will just take a little creative math, on his part.
He smiles as the kids eat their pizza, enjoying the carefree music of their laughter.
Sometimes they have to play by human rules but there are some things only Wolves understand.
"We're still going to the lake tomorrow, right, Dad?"
It's Friday at last and after a long week, Martin had planned to use Saturday to catch up on 'work' such as it is.
He'd completely forgotten about his promise to take his children fishing.
He turns from the sink, where he'd been washing up after dinner and find Flora watching me, an empty glass in her hand.
From the living room, the sound of the kids watching ‘Encanto’ for the millionth time soothes my nerves.
"Of course we're going," he says, dredging up a smile.
"A promise is a promise."
Flora's expression brightens with excitement and she grins, showing off the gaps from the last of her baby teeth.
"Yay! I can't wait to try out the new lure Mr. Foley gave me. He says he gets lucky with it every time."
"Every time, huh?"
Martin can't help but laugh.
His brother Dane's Pack includes a ramshackle bunch, including Ian Foley, a bear shifter who, he assumes, ‘knows his way around a fishing lure.’
"Yep. And he showed me how to side cast!"
She demonstrates the motion and a more genuine smile expresses itself upon his lips.
"You'll teach me, too, right?"
"Silly Daddy," she giggles as she opens the fridge and refills her glass from a container of juice.
"You're supposed to teach me."
Bouncing with excitement, she dashes back to the living room as her favorite song starts.
Alone again, Martin reaches for the sponge when the ache behind his ribs sharpens suddenly.
Gasping, he grasps the edges of the sink as the muscles around his lungs tighten until it's hard to draw breath.
Maintaining his calm, he watches as the sponge floats between the dirty dishes like a ship among sudsy icebergs, waiting for the sensation to pass.
At last, the pain recedes and he hangs his head and releases a shaky breath as the tension between his shoulder blades ease.
It's nothing new.
If he were a normal guy, he'd have gone to a doctor by now.
But he’s not a 'normal guy.'
He’s a Wolf and he knows full well what's wrong with him.
He'll be alright.
Sure, he’s lost his Mate but he still has something to live for.
Four things, in fact, who are all laughing and eating popcorn right now.
They're happy and that's all that matters.
He'll do a few extra hours of work before bed and they'll go to the lake in the morning.
The kids will be happy and everything will be just fine.
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