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nxrthmizu · 3 years

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Crash and Burn

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | salt, lila salt

pairing | n/a

w.c | 3.2k

author's note | hey remember that lila salt fic i promised? this isn't it but this is something i made today so yep. please accept this as an apology for yknow. me promising to write and. not doing it.

Enough was enough.

“Marinette, stop accusing Lila! She just wants to make friends!”

“Take the high road.”

“Be a good model student, Marinette.”

Enough. Was. Enough.

Marinette had the connections, the power, the choice to make Lila’s entire world crumble apart. The only thing that stood between the liar’s demise was the tiniest pinch of morality and self-restraint— And no, that self-restraint did not come in the form of Tikki. Even the kwami, who had to be an aggregation of all the good and nice things in the world, was fed up and ready to retaliate.

“What a joke.” Lila cackled, tossing a chunk of her sausage hair over her shoulder flamboyantly. The two girls were in the bathroom, with Lila smirking in front of the sink and Marinette a little distance away from her. “You can make my world crumble? What is this, a threat?”

“A promise.” Marinette corrected. “Stop telling lies. Come clean to every one. No more lying about knowing celebrities left and right, no more making excuses about not being able to take your own notes, no more making up ‘diseases’ just so your life gets a little more convenient. To be frank, I really don’t care what happens to you— But by making these empty promises to introduce my classmates to great ‘celebrities’, you’re ruining their futures. Stop.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Lila sneered, face twisted into an ugly grin. “You going to cry in front of the class? Try and convince them that I, the one they adore— That I am lying?”

“No.” Marinette’s eyes were clear when she met Lila’s. The clouds of self-doubt that used to hover over the bright, shining star inside her soul had now dissipated, letting the bluenette emit a confident, glowing appearance as she met the liar head on. “I’m just going to keep my promise.”

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Lila headed off to a modelling shoot after school, pleased at the prospect of spending more time with Adrien. There were a couple tendrils of Marinette’s words hanging behind in her mind— Did the girl mean what she said? Did she actually… Was she actually capable of causing Lila’s downfall? … Surely not. Marinette may have once been the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, but there was no way she was that competent, there was no way the girl was capable of plotting.

The Italian hummed, brushing away thoughts of the annoying bluenette from her mind. She was going on a photoshoot— One that was going cause the rise and burst of her career, the one that was going to make her name a globally-known one. Unfortunately for Lila, her plans were going to be derailed quite soon— In fact, as soon as Gabriel Agreste’s car rolled into the parking lot of the shoot location.

“Explain this, Mlle. Rossi.” Gabriel’s nostrils flared as he pointed to the tabloid article on his tablet. The Italian girl froze, the headlines seared into her eyes, big and black and bold, shooting poison right into the core of her body, paralysing her cell by cell starting from her heart. “What is the meaning of this?”

‘Adrien Agreste Reported To Be Harassed by Fellow Model’— The image under the caption was one that was clearly taken by a hidden photographer. The picture was framed with leafy foliage, which suggested that the camera was tucked up in a tree. Despite the distance, it was quite obvious in the image that Adrien was reeling away, disgusted and uncomfortable as a faceless woman in an orange blazer, back turned to the camera— Invaded his personal space.

The subtitle was the cream on the cupcake.

‘Witnesses State Gabriel Agreste Ignorant of Workplace Harassment’.

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As if things couldn’t quite go down a worser path, Lila returned home to a fuming mother and an unexpected visitor.

“Lila! You come here right this instant!” The diplomat demanded as soon as the front door opened, her daughter shrinking slightly at the tone and pitch that her mother was using. The last time her mother had been this angry— Well, it was when she got expelled from her last school. “I can’t believe what you’ve done! If it weren’t for your kind classmate, lord knows how long you would’ve continued with this!”

The Italian meekly followed her mother into the living room, eyes widening until they were as large as saucers, mouth agape at the last person she expected to see sitting on the couch.

Marinette smiled kindly, waving at the girl, looking every bit the part of the innocent, pure, kind child that every parent wanted to have. Before Lila could release a torrent of questions about what the hell Marinette Dupain-Cheng was doing in her living room, her mother charged on, beginning to take out her anger on her daughter while a literal angel sat on the sofa, cradling a box of pastries from her family’s bakery.

“Your friend here tells me that you’ve been taking absences from school to go on trips to help humanity!” Mme. Rossi exploded, waving her arms around madly. “She says she’s here to share her notes from the classes you’ve missed! You’ve never left Paris this year! What’s this I hear about flying off to the kingdom of— What was it called again, Marinette dear?”

“Achu.” Provided the bluenette helpfully, the diplomat’s expression instantly softening when she talked to the other teen in the living room.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, dear.” The woman turned back to her daughter, instantly snapping on a mask of anger in a matter of a fraction of a second. “What’s this about flying off to this kingdom of Achu to help homeless orphans with some random prince?”

“Um…” Lila piped up, wriggling as her brain churned at 200 lies per hour, trying to whip up a cover of some sort.

“I’m not done! Your friend here is such a helpful child that she even went as far as to ask her family doctor is there’s a cure for your… Lying disease!” Mme. Rossi practically roared, breathing flames as if she were an intimidating dragon, her daughter flinching away from the heat. “I’ve never heard of anything more ridiculous! And then there’s the fact that you lied to your classmates about having tinnitus?!”

“I actually do have tinnitus!” Lila cut in forcibly, widening her eyes to make herself look more pitiful. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Bullshit!”

“Um… Sorry to interrupt, Mme. Rossi,” Marinette piped up, the diplomat instantly cooling down as she faced the bluenette, a soft smile tracing the Italian woman’s lips. “But it’s getting rather late and my parents would love me home soon. I also have some tests to revise for tonight, so I think I should get going.”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mme. Rossi hastily got up to help the bluenette to the door, shooting a warning glare at her daughter— ‘Sit still and don’t you dare go anywhere’, the glare read. “Feel free to come over again anytime you want, dear. I’m not home often, but you are such a sweet child. I’m sure Lila could learn a lot from you.”

“Thanks for having me as well, Mme. Rossi. I really like your home. I left the pastries on the counter— Make sure to warm the curry puffs before you eat them.” Marinette returned the smile, bowing slightly to the older woman as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for the pastries as well, Marinette. I ought to visit your parents’ bakery sometime when I’m free.” Mme. Rossi opened the door kindly for the bluenette, waving the girl off with an affectionate smile. Her parents must be so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like her, Mme. Rossi sighed internally, turning the key so she locked the door. And she seems to be a high-scoring student as well.

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Lila seethed, having been grounded by her mother. As far as Mme. Rossi was concerned, there was a boarding school not too far away from their current residence, and by the next week, the Italian girl would be transferred over. Lila had never hated Dupain-Cheng as much as she did in that moment.

Still furious, the Italian snapped her laptop open, too angry to bother with the fact she might’ve scratched the surface. Clicking into the web browser, she started to type in the words ‘Ladyblog’— That was, before a news article caught her eye.

‘Jagged Stone Interview Reveals Underage, Obsessed Fan’.

What on Earth…

As soon as Lila clicked into the link, the news footage from the interview immediately begin to play. The date stamp on it showed that it had aired last night— Which meant that she would’ve missed it, since her mother was too busy yelling at her to turn on the television to watch Nadja Chamack’s daily news.

“As soon as I heard this rumour about some underage teenage girl claiming that she had saved my cat on an airport runway, I called Penny and asked her to book a slot for me to clarify this,” Jagged Stone said grimly, dressed in more formal attire as he sat in the comfortable, cushioned chair of the news station, with Nadja nodding equally seriously beside him. “Let me clarify— I’ve never owned a cat. I’m allergic to fur. The only pet I’ve had was Fang, and he’s an al-li-ga-tor. Not a cat. Whatever the girl is claiming, she’s obsessed and making up stories.”

“It’s also kind of bewildering that she saved it on an airport runway,” Nadja continued, shaking her head in disappointment. “That kind of thing only happens in dramas— It’s too dangerous for anyone besides authorised workers to be on airport runways.”

“Right, right!” Jagged agreed instantly. “The whole rumour is just really baffling.”

“M. Jagged, may I ask what kind of effect these rumours have on a celebrities’ career?” Nadja continued, leading the conversation on like a professional.

“Well, rumours that circulate around tend to have really bad effects, and the worse ones can hang around for a long, long time. Tabloids are often spun off from rumours, baseless and with no evidence. Those tabloids will never truly disappear, so they can leave a mark on a celebrity’s reputation as some people will believe anything— Even things they read from un-cited tabloids.”

“That is simply terrible. Have you ever had any cases of rumours created by underaged teens before this?”

“I’ve had quite a number, but none of them really got as big as this one. From what Penny has found from digging around, the teen girl managed to spread the rumour through her school and onto a once-popular blog.” Jagged explained. “Penny has also found out that the same girl has claimed that I’ve written songs for her to thank her for saving my cat! I would never write songs and dedicate them to an underaged girl— Trust me. If I could do such a thing, I’d already have written a dozen in honour of my niece— She’s my favourite designer.”

Nadja smiled at that sentence. “Then—“

The news footage cut off abruptly as Lila slammed her laptop shut, too upset to continue watching.

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On the other side of Paris, Alya was pacing around her room frantically, wondering why on earth Lila wasn’t picking up on her calls. She’d left at least four dozen messages to the Italian, who was absent from school that day. There had been a couple whispers here and there about why she was missing— Rose had suggested another impromptu trip to Achu.

Lila’s absence wasn’t the weirdest part of the day, however.

That award would go to Marinette, who walked into class with a smile, the slightest sprinkles of delight colouring her bluebell eyes when she spotted Lila’s empty seat.

Growing in frustration, Alya threw herself onto her bed, phone clattering onto the mattress with her. Within the next few minutes, however, her phone suddenly started exploding with notifications. Excited at the prospect of Lila finally texting back, Alya turned on her phone, only to be disappointed by the notifications all clamouring from the class group chat.

Kim had sent a link to the chat— Without hesitation, Alya clicked into it, frowning when she saw Nadja and Jagged appear on the screen. Throughout the interview, the colour on the Ladyblogger’s face only paled by the second until she was as white as a sheet, and if it were halloween at that time, she would’ve won the best costume award for being a ghost.

There must… There must’ve been a mistake.

A notification from Lila’s number made the blogger perk up, instantly clicking into the conversation— But her newfound hope didn’t last very long.

[Lila]

Hi, Alya. This is Lila’s mom. She’s currently grounded right now. Is there anything important you need to tell her?

[Alya]

Oh, nothing much… I just wanted to ask where she was.

[Lila]

She’s at home.

[Alya]

Okay, thanks.

Flopping onto her bed, Alya begin thinking, revising over the past few months like it was an old clip. Lila’s exciting adventures and interactions with celebrities of every kind— Lila going overseas and face timing the entire class— Lila letting her in on the secrets of being Ladybug’s friend…

… Marinette trying to tell them that Lila was lying…

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The class was awfully silent the next day. Adrien was absent as well— A social worker was looking into his home life as a result of the tabloid that arose. Things for the blonde could either get better or worse from then on, as the matters were still foggy and things hadn’t cleared up yet. The blonde maintained contact with his friends, however, calling and texting them whenever he could.

“Class, settle down.” Mlle. Bustier stepped into the class, looking very tense and uncomfortable. “Today, we will have a guest, so please be on your best behaviours, alright?”

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a tall, regal-looking Italian woman entered the classroom, a cowering principal and a meek-looking Lila in tow. The class brightened slightly at the sight of their friend— But by the way she wasn’t looking into their eyes… Things weren’t going to be good.

“Good morning. I am Mme. Rossi, Lila’s mother.” The woman begin speaking, her firm and no-nonsense tone instantly making every student sit straight, their eyes too afraid to look anywhere else but the Italian diplomat. “It has come to my attention that my daughter has been taking absences from school to do charity work— And I have to clarify that this is a lie. Lila has been doing nothing but holing herself up in her room, lying to me and saying that there are no classes due to akumas.” The Italian diplomat glowered at Damocles. “What’s even more baffling is the fact that neither her homeroom nor the principal bothered to check up with me despite a student having extended periods of absence with no note or email written whatsoever.”

The class was so quiet that they could hear the quiver of Mlle. Bustier’s trembling lip.

“In addition, I’ve been kindly told that Lila has claimed to have a lying disease, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard this week.” It was impossible to miss the way the Italian diplomat was glaring daggers at both Mlle. Bustier and Damocles. “No one bothered to look it up online to see if it’s actual disorder, nor did anyone call me to confirm and ask for a doctor’s note, which is standard procedure.” Chills burst over the room, making every one shiver as the woman hissed out her words.

“Mme. Rossi, we didn’t want to disturb your busy schedule—” Damocles begin, only to be blown backwards from the sheer intensity of Mme. Rossi’s glower.

“M. Damocles, standard procedures exist for a reason. Unless you’d like to tell me about any other things you’ve been letting my daughter get away with?”

“N— No, Mme.”

The Italian diplomat continued on her war path. “My daughter also claimed to have tinnitus, am I correct?”

“Y— Yes, Mme.” Mlle. Bustier answered when it seemed like no one was going to.

“And I heard that the class seating arrangement was shifted to accommodate for that?” The homeroom teacher didn’t dare answer this time, for it seemed like whatever she said would be the incorrect answer. “And apparently, my daughter has also been faking broken wrists and requesting for her classmates to complete her work for her.” Mme. Rossi was practically breathing flames at that point, “And I am incredibly upset at the lack of action from the homeroom teacher.”

No one could breath.

“I have many concerns about the running of this schooling facility, and I expect to discuss this with M. Damocles privately after this. However, there is still something to be done.” Mme. Rossi swept her gaze towards her daughter, who found the floor incredibly interesting at that point of time. “Lila? Something you’d like to say to your classmates?”

“… I’m sorry for lying to you.” Lila mumbled resentfully.

“Louder, Lila. No one can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you!” Lila swallowed, bursting like an explosion that had finally been triggered, tears in her eyes and fists hatefully curled. “I’m sorry for lying about my diseases and injuries. I’m sorry for making you do my work,” She spat. “Sorry for causing any inconveniences.”

Mme. Rossi raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Is that all?”

Lila glared at her mother, who was completely unfazed. “Oh, so you want an apology from me? Fine!” She turned to the class, a maniacal glint in her eyes as she sneered at the class, a few gasps puffing from around the room as they caught their first glimpse of the liar that resided in the ‘harmless’ shell of Lila Rossi. “I’m sorry that you are all such idiots that you all fell for everything. I’m sorry that Marinette has such terrible, untrusting classmates that turned their backs on her even though she was still a goody-two shoes till the end, even though she still wanted to help you sorry peasants. I’m sorry that you were all so goddamn gullible! There! Good enough for you?”

Shock was etched into the faces of every human in the classroom— Including Mlle. Bustier, M. Damocles, and Mme. Rossi themselves. Clearly, that part of the apology had not been part of the plan.

“Did I miss something?” Said a sweet voice, followed by the presence of a bluenette, her hair tied in a half-up. A royal blue blazer decorated her lithe form, accompanied by a smart-looking white blouse and a black plaited skirt. Formal had never looked so good on anyone— And if someone didn't know better, they'd think that the bluenette was a young lawyer, emerging victorious from her first successful case.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed.

“I’m sorry that you’re such an annoying, little, pest.” Lila bit in the girl’s face, disdain colouring her features as she ignored her mother’s enraged gasp behind her.

The bluenette simply smiled, unaffected by the liar who had crashed and burned like the liar once wished upon her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood at her full height, the perfect image of grace and poise as she maintained her composure, quite unlike her nemesis, who thrashed under her mother’s restraining hands.

“And I’m sorry that you didn’t take my promise to heart.”

this can count as adrien redemption depending on you cause ehhh i dont like how passive he is but i havent caught up with the recent episodes, he might have become better. idk.

also where the hell is my miraculous taglist i cant find it so eep. no tagging ppl ig oops

#miraculous ladybug #the tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #lila rossi #lila salt #rossi salt #ml class #ml salt #ml class salt #marinette deserves better #badass marinette #lila rossi lies #lila's lies are exposed #adrien agrete #alya cesaire #cady writesss «

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suguruverse · 3 years

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— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH THE MSBY 4

includes - hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu and sakusa kiyoomi

a/n - for the sake of these hcs, the reader (you) is their manager <3 pls i love these boys so much!! enjoy <3

- no bc this is the friendship that i dream about

- im sorry but this friendship is basically you and sakusa just babysitting the other three

- i feel like put of all friendships, they would be the most overprotective idk why i just get the vibe

- all of them are attention deprived babies and will demand for your attention

- if you hang out with only one of them, the other three will start complaining to no end

- one time, sakusa invited you to come to a small cafe with him, and when you posted a selfie of the two of you in the cafe, atsumu literally called you hysterically crying about you neglecting him

- since you work with them and are best friends with them, you’re just always with them??

- and when you arrive at work, sakusa is surprisingly the first to hug and greet you

- but it’s just because he doesn’t want to hug you after atsumu, hinata and bokuto do

- AND AND AND when you arrive, they all get huge smiles on their faces when they see you

- okay im crying moving on

- as much as atsumu and sakusa seem like the type of people to not listen to anyone, if you ask them to do something, they WILL do it without hesitation

- okay whenever you go interviews with them, it’s a fucking nightmare because they never calm down

- there have been WAYYYY too many dating scandals because 1. bokuto, hinata and atsumu are basically super affectionate golden retrievers 2. you live with omi and always go on grocery shopping dates together

- UGH IMAGINE GOING ON A MIDNIGHT GROCERY RUN WITH SAKUSA

- the other three HATE the fact that you and omi live together so they sleep over all the time

- you guys bring the mattresses out in the lounge room, lay them next to each other, cover them with blankets and pillows and have a movie marathon 😩

- bokuto is just attached at your hip. sorry don’t make the rules

- he just shows you so much affections and he doesn’t give a fuck where he is and who’s looking

- ONE TIME HE LITERALLY POSTED A PIC ON INSTA OF A PAPARAZZI PHOTO OF YOU TWO HUGGING AND THE CAPTION WAS “my best friend, my manager, the love of my life”

- PLS AND HE MEANT IN THE MOST PLATONIC WAY POSSIBLE, HE JUST THINKS THAT YOURE THE BEST PERSON TO EVER EXIST

- so many of your family and friends thinks that you’re dating all 4 of them

- if they have any fancy events to go to, they always go in a group and bring you as a plus one

- they all let you grab onto them and fidget with their hands or shirts whenever you’re nervous

- having eating competitions with atsumu, bokuto and hinata

- and sakusa has to take care of all of you guys because you ate too much

- whenever sakusa and atsumu have small petty fights, they always have to bring you into it to solve it

- the best hype men until they die

- bokutos insta feed is FULL of pictures of you guys hanging out 😔

- atsumus feed is just selfies of him (half naked mirror selfie’s) and embarrassing pics of hinata and bokuto

- you cannot tell me that these men won’t treat you like a fucking goddess

- they will force you to play volleyball with them

- if you just wanna hang out and chill at the beach, hinata is dragging your ass to the volleyball court and you’re not allowed to say no

- when they’re having a particularly hard practice, you love giving them little goodie bags with their favourite things in them

- they celebrate christmas with you and bokuto is santa every single year

- omi can cook a mean christmas dinner and while he’s cooking, you try to sneak a santa hat on him

- pls imagine doing drunk karaoke with them at christmas

- you have your own manager jacket but they always give you theirs

- and when you can’t sleep, omi cuddles you and tells you bedtime stories 😾

gc name: msby black jackasses (jackal)

sakusa: has anyone seen y/n, it’s pretty late and she’s not home

hinata: she’s still at the gym, me and bo just finished up and she stayed back to clean some more, “manager duties” she called it

atsumu: HUH YOU AND BO LEFT HER ALONE AT THE GYM THIS LATE???

bokuto: she said we could!!

sakusa: that was extremely irresponsible, what is something happens to her?

hinata: we’re at the restaurant near the gym, do you want us to pick her up?

sakusa: no need i’m on my way

you: omi!! you don’t need to pick me up, i’m okay 😼

atsumu: sweetheart let him, i doubt he would even be able to sleep tonight if you drove home alone this late

you: it’s okay, me nd bo take self defense classes together 💪🏻💪🏻

bokuto: yeah she tackled me :((

sakusa: i’m around the corner, wait inside until you see my car

hinata: wait like 15 mins

atsumu: why

hinata: me and bo are nearly done eating, omi can you drop us off while you’re at it

sakusa: no, drive yourself, i don’t have room in my car

bokuto: omi please 🥺

sakusa: y/n i’m here

you: coming!!

atsumu: that’s what she said

sakusa: miya shut up

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engenuity · 3 years

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en- when their s/o feels insecure about other girls

note: Hello! I’m here with a request and it will be my first time doing something like this for the seven of them. To the anon who requested, sorry for doing this late but I hope you’ll enjoy it!

request: their reaction with their s/o saying “i wish i was beautiful like other girls.”

pairings: enhypen members x fem reader

words: 1602 words

፧ lee heeseung

→ you were simply sitting on your desk during a short break, being surrounded by some of your girl friends, when you gave that comment

→ your friends simply snickered at you, accepting it as a joke (well, half of it is)

→ but when you looked at where your boyfriend sits, he’s frowning at you

→ unlike some of your friends, heeseung is deeply aware of your insecurities

→ so you sent a bright smile on his way hoping that he will not be more bothered and burdened than necessary

→ come lunch and when he took the seat next to you, he quickly also brought up his favorite ramen, but this time, he gave it to you

→ which, happens close to never, because come on, heeseung and his ramen? literally inseparable

→ but you know he’s sacrificing his ramen to offer you comfort and you fall for him deeper if that’s even possible at this point

→ he ended up being too affectionate to you (acting as if he’ll eat the noodles you scooped therefore having his face only inches from you, teasingly pinching your nose until you swat his hand away, and after you ate your meal you ended up half cuddling him with you leaning against him and his arms around you)

→ you’ll end up forgetting the insecure thoughts made before, because now you have heeseung affectionately saying through his words that you deserve what you have and that he’s here for you, and no matter how little you think of yourself he’s here to help you appreciate your own self even more.

፧ jay park

→ you were hanging out in his dorms when you said it (you saw some of your school mates posting their pictures and you can’t help but feel green)

→ he starts up snorting saying “no one’s made ugly anyways”

→ the dork that you are ended up saying “well, how are you ugly?”

→ but both of you know that it’s a lie and out of all the people in the world how can jay and ugly be in the same sentence

→ he tackled you and the both of you ended up in a tangle in the couch

→ but then he started playing with your hair and softly, he said, “you’re beautiful.”

→ you’ve never been a crier but hearing those words uttered with most care, you can’t help but tear up a bit.

→ although he acted nonchalant, he will never forget it and he vowed to help you build up more confidence

→ if before, his way of affection is through teasing, now he’ll still tease you but compliments became very common too

→ “you look great in that fit” ; “how did you make your hair look like that? it’s amazing” ; “did you know about this hand cream? here, try it, i can buy it for you”

→ with your permission, he started posting pictures of your dates or just pictures of you, and you always fall a sleep with a smile after reading the cheesy (but utterly romantic) captions he always have posted with the lot.

፧ park sunghoon

→ you stood there in front of an advertising screen and you uttered those words not knowing that your boyfriend can hear you (well you thought he was still in the cashier paying for the things he bought)

→ he never said anything, so you remain clueless whether he heard you or not

→ your mall date continued as usual, after watching a movie the both of you just stroll around the mall, both coped up with each other.

→ but this time, uncharacteristically, he asked you to join him in skating (you usually just sit in the sidelines after falling in your butt far too many times)

→ of course, you’re skeptical because, come on, you already made so many embarrassing moments in front of sunghoon, but when he looked at you with that pleading face all reservations were easily swept away

→ this time though, he didn’t teach you how to properly glide or skate or even walk with the blades, instead he never took his hands and eyes off you as he glided, confidently maneuvering you with him.

→ you feel as if you’re dancing on ice with him, which you probably actually are

→ you find yourself laughing in exhilaration when he effortlessly threw you into a spin and you came back facing him.

→ there in the ice rink, with your face inches away from him— blushing and obviously elated from happiness, sunghoon silently promised that he will make you see how beautiful you really are.

→ although on the ice, dancing with you in his arms, you already felt so so beautiful.

፧ jake sim

→ no matter how hard he tries he literally wears his emotions on his sleeve

→ so when you half-jokingly opened up about this insecurity, he looked so hurt on your behalf

→ he thinks it’s unfair that you view yourself too little when he’s willing to give you the world

→ will turn into some deep conversations

→ “why would you think that?”

→ will listen very closely and at first you wanted to brush it as a joke but when you saw how he’s suddenly very serious and attentive you ended up opening the can of worms aka some of your insecurities about your looks

→ you’ll find yourself leaning your head on his shoulder tearing up a bit, his arms either on your shoulder or softly caressing your head

→ then after the whole opening-up thing, he’ll tell you that you’re beautiful, one-of-a-kind, overall amazing person

→ and that he’ll stay by your side as long as you let him and he’ll make you believe that you’re so much more than what you think

→ he also sent a silent prayer pleading that you’ll be allowed to be comfortable and happy with what you have.

፧ kim sunoo

→ well, before he became your boyfriend, he’s your best friend first

→ so he is already practically aware of most of your demons

→ when you off-handedly made the comment, he won’t hesitate to snuggle you in his arms and kiss you on the cheek

→ “what are you saying you silly, you’re already so, so beautiful”

→ you’ll end up snickering at him / pouting

→ then this time, he’ll quickly kiss you on the lips

→ “you’re beautiful, you have no choice but to believe me, seriously.”

→ you’ll end up laughing at him, and although some doubts remained in your mind, you can’t help but appreciate your boyfriend.

→ because of course, who even doubts kim sunoo?

፧ yang jungwon

→ like in the heeseung situation, you were just fooling around with your friends when jungwon heard you joke about it

→ will not waste a second to butt in the conversation suddenly to say “what do you mean, you’re very pretty”

→ your friends will not waste a second to let out very loud shrieks

→ but it will not end there because when the both of you are walking home he’ll casually say— “but actually, pretty might only appear to be about outside appearance while the word beautiful encompasses all aspects, no? but what i meant was that you’re beautiful and you’re enough.”

→ you’ll be super shy because of that but he’ll just giggle and swing your holding hands playfully

→ you decided to add a prompt kiss before you separate ways

→ so now it’s his time to be shy

፧ nishimura ri-ki

→ the both of you were camping on a café doing your own requirements

→ this counts as a date for the both of you, because well what’s important is that you’re together and this time, you just simply decided to be productive students

→ you found yourself having a short break and while browsing in instagram, you off-handedly made the comment

→ the guy in front of you will not make any comments about it, and it’s honestly fine because you didn’t even notice the words that passed through your lips

→ imagine your shock when you came back on doing your paper and your mail was bombarded with lots of memes with hearts in them

→ there were also some pictures of jay and heeseung of all people with humorous captions

→ at first it was funny but then you can’t continue doing your homework so you told ni-ki to stop sending random things at your mail

→ the guy working in his own laptop didn’t reply, instead you just got another email

→ ‘—you are beautiful! claim it or this meme dealer will not stop’

→ “seriously!?” ( you exclaimed, hoping for a non-virtual response but you got nothing)

→ you thought more mails will come containing memes and you’re feeling mixed emotions of both fondness and irritation

→ but this one was not a meme, but rather a latest picture of your boyfriend drinking in his straw and pouting, with a meme-layout caption of ‘the woman reading this is my girlfriend and she is beATIFUL periodt periodism dot . ‘

→ now you just ended up laughing at his antics, and fully appreciating the efforts of your meme-dealer boyfriend

→ “fine, okay, okay. i admit i’m beautiful”

→ as a response, ni-ki gave you a proud smile and a thumbs up

→ the both of you continued doing your papers and it was such a productive, self- assuring, fun date with him.

→ then later on at night you’ll call him — “ya! you can only send that last meme to me got it?!” which he’ll respond with a laugh then a deadpan “duh.”

#enhypenwriters #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fanfiction #eunice writes #heeseung enhypen #jay enhypen #jake enhypen #jungwon enhypen #sunoo enhypen #niki enhypen #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen scenarios

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junicai · 3 years

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Relationship with SuperM

➣ BAEKHYUN ☾ baekaria

before being thrown into a supergroup together, aria and baekhyun hadn’t really spoken

they’d seen each other around the building, and aria was an avid supporter of exo so of course she knew who he was but she wasn’t expecting him to know who she was

so when aria walked into the practice room and was greeted by baekhyun waving her over and calling her name

sue her if she was a little stunned

their relationship was a little stilted at the beginning

between the age gap, and baekhyun not having a girl member in a group before, it took a few weeks for the two of them to figure out their dynamic and where they fit around each other

eventually though

they settled into a pretty comfortable situation

baekhyun tries to put her at ease as much as possible

there is 8 years in the difference, but you’d swear that its less than half

although he’s playful and generous with the teasing like he is to other members

he’s careful to avoid certain topics when it comes to aria, just out of respect for her and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable

this came to fruition after kai unknowingly made a small comment on how aria “must have been hungry”, considering how fast she was eating

baekhyun knew he didn’t mean anything by it, but he watched aria slowly put down her chopsticks and reach for the bottle of water beside her instead

he didn’t see her eat for the rest of the evening

did kai get in trouble? no but he did get hit lightly over the head

when aria does something cool - like a spin or a trick - baekhyun is the first to say “that’s my child. i raised her, look how well i taught her”

ten: “heY-”

tldr: although they’re not the closest, aria’s slowly grown more comfortable around him, and he’s looking out for her all the time

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

200829 Knowing Brothers: when baekhyun brought up the members of superm all showering together to get closer quickly, heechul quickly pounced on aria - the girl slowly moving to put her head in her hands.

“and where was aria during all of this? don’t tell me you brought her to?”

baekhyun: “well of course we did-”

aria: “NO I STAYED OUTSIDE HE’S A LIAR DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”

*cue baekhyun laughing his ass off*

➣ TAEMIN ☾ arimin

aria thought she was going to die

there was absolutely no plausible reason that she should be in a group with The Taemin

he was highkey the reason why she had even accepted her position in sm at the very beginning of her training

this man convinced a fifteen year old to give up the sport she’d been doing her entire life

his impact (*¯ ³¯*)♡

please stand by while aria tosses herself off a bridge

she was So Formal at the beginning

he honestly was the member she took the longest time to warm up to - because she had idolized him for so long

will still refer to him as taemin-ssi occasionally, but now its less a formality and more of a tease

this boy was shook when he found out how young aria was - mark and lucas he can deal with because at least they’re 1999, but aria....

“2000??? 2000?”

he said :O

despite their rocky start, they’re quite comfortable around each other, especially after spending a few nights rooming together over the tour

does aria still look for his validation in a lot of her work? yes, but she’s more open about asking for it now then she would have been

taemin definitely doesn’t have a favourite kid and it’s definitely not aria no why would you think that

aria really out here collecting parents like pokémon

gotta catch em all~

he looks out for her a lot during their schedules, mainly because he knows what its like to be the youngest in a group and how it can feel a little like you don’t really have a place there

so he always makes sure to include her where possible

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

sitting in a circle in a waiting room while mark toy-ed around with the guitar in his lap, aria sat curled in the corner, humming lightly to herself as taemin sang softly along with mark playing “view”.

quietly, she began to sing soft backing harmonies along with taemin, her eyes still attached to her phone in her hands.

when she felt the device being tugged out of her hands and her being pulled upright by another hand on her arm, she looked up to see taemin smiling brightly, still singing

cue the impromptu concert of a lifetime: with god tier vocals

➣ KAI ☾ kairia

so, they met

and kai just kinda went: mine.

and that was that really

its like a puppy refusing to give up its favourite chew toy

“nooo but its my turn to room with aria :(”

never really did the whole awkward, getting to know each other phase?

not that aria had any real say in it

but jongin point blank refused to engage in small talk with her

so they ended up spending their nights on the superm tour talking about stuff ranging from why the sky is blue to why aria stopped ice skating

she started crying and he did not handle it well, bless him

although he’s super chill and fun to be around

he’s also the only non-nct member that seriously scolds her

when he found her in a practice room lying on the ground (she was Resting, thank you very much) at three in the morning, he dragged her out without a word and brought her back to her dorms in silence

aria knew he was mad at her, but she thought it was because he had to borderline carry her four blocks down to the nct dorms

“no you idiot, im angry because you thought that instead of coming to one of us for help with the bits you’re struggling with, you figured hey. let’s pass out instead.”

he’s so affectionate with her

you know how lucas and kai have Intense Brothers Energy

well aria has that, little sister vibe that makes kai want to wrap her in a blanket and carry her everywhere

she’d hate that, if he tried that she’d scream (he did try that, this is coming from past experience)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

kai chucking aria like a cannon ball into the pool during the filming of mtopia when she refused his hugs.

“oppa, oppa no im sorry ill give you all the hugs you want, oppa, JONGIN-OPPA NO NO NO NO -”

*sploosh*

➣ TAEYONG ☾ ariyong

taeyong took one look at aria the first time she showed up for group practice and immediately adopted her (not literally but he would if he could)

eomma meets highly protective brother meets life coach type beat?

so so soft for her its sickening

says he doesn’t have favourites and will then spend an hour cooking for aria because she’s been in the studio the whole day and he knows she hasn’t eaten yet

when aria was given a duet to do for the sm stages, she had to pick another member to do it with and her first choice was taeyong

she always has said that taeyong is one of the pillars keeping her upright and sane - without him she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to complete her training

because of all the schedules they share together, if aria isn’t rooming with mark then she’s definitely rooming with taeyong

whenever she does his makeup (more often than you’d think) she point blank refuses to cover his scar, even when he asks her to do so

“please? i don’t like it.” “*gasp* how dare you.”

sleepy aria! snuggling into taeyong’s shoulder when a schedule ran late!

he gets uncomfy when the stylists put her in too revealing clothes, and has spoken to them on numerous occasions about dressing her in age-appropriate attire, no matter how “sexy” the concept might be

he keeps little bags of sugar-dusted strawberry sweets in his bag incase she forgets to eat and feels faint after the last time (they used to be blueberry flavoured but he heard donghyuck throwing out any and all “blueberry-contaminated” food one evening)

taeyong doesn’t tolerate hate towards aria, especially in person, so he always makes sure to sit down the line from her so that he can see when people skip her intentionally

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

taeyong had just been awarded the single bedroom on the last night of the mtopia series, and was staring off into the corner looking rather uncomfortable. aria, who was meant to be rooming with baekhyun, looked over and saw his mouth curled downwards slightly.

“baekhyun-oppa, is it ok if i room with taeyongie-oppa tonight? i ran out of my tablets, and he has some in his bag..”

baekhyun looked down at her with a small smile and agreed, while the edited captions on the video appeared with the words, “a cute maknae asking to room with a younger member..”

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped™

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right…(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”

and thus, a new confusion meme was born

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mortuus-poet · 3 years

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Any modern knarlie headcanons? Love all of these hcs! 🥺❤️

I’m so glad you like the hc’s I’ve posted so far❤️!!Knarlie headcanons once again, these have to be my favorite to write I love these himbos so much!!!

Both of them live in an apartment off campus, but I think they’d go to the same community college

These two are literally soulmates, they balance each other out and are their best selves with each other

Charlie is very very affectionate

I like to think his love language is words of affirmation and physical touch

He always texts Knox things like “I love you, idiot<3” or “I miss you” everytime they’re not together

Knox’s love language is physical touch or acts of service

If there’s an email Charlie needs to send but hasn’t gotten around to? Knox does it for him. An assignment Charlie struggling with? Knox will finish it for him and always gets him a good grade

Charlie is a crow, straight up

If he sees something shiny he brings it to Knox, if he sees a cool looking rock he brings it to Knox, literally any small cool thing he finds while he’s outside gets brought to Knox

Knox liked to call Charlie his “little crow brained boyfriend” because of this

Knox is a walking heater, so when it’s winter Charlie always sticks extra close to him, and curls up extra close to him at night

Charlie is freezing cold constantly and because of that Is a huge blanket hog

They fight over the blankets a lot, like every night there is a war over the blankets

It usually ends with Knox pulling Charlie on top of him so he stops stealing the blankets off of him

Charlie drags Knox out to every party and club on the weekends

Knox always acts annoyed that he has to be there but he loves dancing with Charlie and seeing him have fun and let go of all his worries for a little bit

Plus Charlie gets extra affectionate when he’s drunk/high (which he usually is at parties), and Knox is never one to turn down a chance for extra attention

Charlie liked to sit on Knox’s lap every chance he gets, he’s even done it on the bus/train a few times just to fuck with him

Charlie and Knox dye their hair together at 3 a.m like stupid bisexual boyfriends do

Charlie takes candid photos of Knox a lot like when he’s reading, writing, or drawing

They take photos together a lot, Charlie’s Instagram is flooded with them

They have an Instagram page together, it’s all just photos they’ve taken together or of each other

Charlie was banned from making the captions of those photos because he kept makin them either VERY suggestive or made it sound like they were middle schoolers

They love to drive to the mountains and watch the sunrise/sunset together

They usually end up star-gazing after watching the sunsets

Charlie smokes weed/takes edibles, and if Knox isn’t doing it with him then he’s babysitting Charlie while he’s stoned

They share Charlie’s AirPods a lot, if they’re doing work for their classes, studying, walking down the street, they are always listening to music together

Knox made Charlie a playlist of songs that remind him of Charlie and he adds to it constantly

They take road trips together a lot, usually their spontaneous and not planned

They usually wind up out in the middle of no where with no hotels around, so they usually just cuddle up in the backseat and sleep there

Every Halloween they wear matching costumes

Sometimes the costumes will be iconic duos from movies or shows, other times it’s stupid things like an outlet and a plug(that costume was Charlie’s idea)

Knox is a hopeless romantic, so Valentine’s Day is very important to him

He always goes over the top, buying Charlie flowers, stuffed animals, his favorite snacks and drinks, and usually he’ll give him a poem and/or a drawing he did of Charlie

But it isn’t one sided, Charlie surprisingly loves Valentine’s Day too

He wasn’t always fond of it, but once he and Knox got together and he saw how much it meant to Knox he developed a love for the holiday

He usually gets Knox new sweaters/hoodies, flowers, candy, and lots of affection (and a little extra in the bedroom if you know what I mean ;D)

Charlie has 100% punched someone in the face for calling Knox a slur and would definitely do it again

Knox would never hurt a fly, he hates fights, but when they were walking down the street holding hands some bigot called Charlie a piece of shit f**got and Knox basically tackled the dude and beat the shit out of him

Charlie had to literally pull Knox off of the dude and he did so while laughing hysterically

Charlie tells everyone it was the day Knox became a real man

Idiot, chaotic wholesome boyfriends🥰🥰🥰🥰

#lovesick fools part I don’t even know #Charlie is a crow I don’t take criticism #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #knarlie #gerard pitts #neil perry #richard cameron #steven meeks #todd anderson #dead poets society #deadpoetsociety #John keating #mr. keating #dead poets society hesdcanons

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infinitegalahad · 4 years

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Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ��What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx” “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

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mulletcal · 4 years

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flowers, maybe daisies, might relieve the gloom. - an a.i blurb

a/n: i lowkey blame @sexgodashton for starting this whole mini series of boomer!ash things, but i also adore this because boomer!ash is soft as hell. and also a lil d*ddy but we don’t need to talk about that. title is from wait by sweeney todd bc i love it. alternative title was gonna be from L.G. FUAD by motion city soundtrack

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warnings: ashton irwin being a thirst trapping, lemon stealing whore. i’m kidding it’s just a solo ash fic w no smut but some mild ash thirst trapping.

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‘ashtonirwin started a live video.’

Ashton didn’t often go live on Instagram, but this shelter in place order had left him ultimately bored - writing a song every day before noon, sure, but anything after that was a blur. Occasionally he would have interviews or live-streams with the band, but on days without that he was left alone with his thoughts, and his thoughts weren’t always the safest place to be; so talking to fans it was.

It was going well so far, simply asking fans how their quarantine was going - bringing some of them into the livestream so he could talk to some face to face. One girl in particular had caught his attention when they began to discuss hobbies she had picked up during the time she’d spent at home.

“Yeah, I’m learning to garden. I have a tomato plant that is just starting to sprout actual tomatoes, so that’s kind of exciting,” She had said, a nervous laugh escaping.

“Well, I would hope that your tomato plant is sprouting tomatoes, it would be a little concerning if it was growing something else,” Ashton replied with a chuckle, the girl giving a small shrug but still laughing along with him.

“You should look into it if you’ve got the room at your house, I bet it would feel rather rewarding to be able to cook something with your own fresh vegetables.”

“Would save me quite a bit of money too. Can I grow yeast? I’d like to learn how to make my own bread but here in L.A. you can’t find yeast anywhere.”

The conversation continued like that for a few minutes more, Ashton taking only a couple more fans into the livestream after that to talk to before he decided he should probably do something else productive with his day. Something like learning to garden.

It surprised Ashton the things you were able to order online during this time - soil being the main thing. He also read that saving coffee grounds would help, and he was excited at the idea of his insane coffee habit wouldn’t be completely useless. He ended up buying seeds for tomatoes, mint, sunflowers, lemongrass, and zucchini. The lemongrass and mint was specifically for Calum, realizing he would be able to dry the plants out once he had harvested them so he could make the man his very own tea.

When his package finally arrived, Ashton spread the packages out, sliding them across the table as though he was some card dealer in Las Vegas. Thinking the fans would find it amusing, he took a picture of the spread and added it to his story with the caption of ‘pick a card, any card…’. Maybe it would only be funny to him, but it did prompt a fire reaction from Michael.

It seemed as though the reaction from fans were positive though, them taking to Twitter to let him know their excitement about his new endeavour. That’s where his weekly livestreams began. He would show everyone the progress he was making with his plants, and just in general him chatting with fans. Ashton never really thought of how refreshing it could be to just talk to the fans, without the worry of time restrictions or anyone’s personal safety in the way; in fact, it left him rather inspired, loving their fans even more if it were at all possible.

A particularly warm day in L.A. left Ashton wondering if he should go out to the garden that day - but it was the day he would normally livestream, and he was excited to show what he was up to that day. Ashton wanted to plant another tomato plant, and also the lemons on his infamous tree had enough for him to make some lemonade so he was going to go through that as well.

Clad in some cut off jeans, or as Calum so affectionately called them his jorts, and a white tank top, he pulled up the live option on Instagram and waited for the people to begin to filter in before he started to speak.

“Hey guys! Just gonna wait for more of you to filter in before I actually head outside, but I thought that since you guys love my lemon tree so much, I’d make some lemonade. Fuck, I sound like a YouTuber. Is that gonna be my next career, is just YouTube tutorials on how to make shitty lemonade?” Ashton laughed to himself, slicing the lemon so he could juice it, ignoring the comments he saw about murdering his lemon children.

It didn’t take him long to make the lemonade, making mild conversation with the fans while he stirred in a little bit of sugar and some cheat mint he had ordered while waiting for his own to grow.

“Alright, now that I’m waiting for that to cool, probably best we go outside and check on those tomatoes, hm?”

It had been weird at first, talking to himself; but he quickly realized that he talked to himself anyways, even without the phone in front of him, so it couldn’t have been too weird for anyone who could overhear him.

“So I wanted to plant another tomato plant today, because everyone can use a friend right now, you know?” He looked into the camera, a smile spreading across his face when he saw the flood of cute little emojis that followed. “M’gonna be like the Bob Ross of gardening. No mistakes, only happy accidents or whatever it was he said.”

Ashton began to work away at his garden, building up a sweat in the process. It wasn’t until he leaned back, glancing at his phone did he see a text from Michael flash across the top.

‘Mate, Crystal said stop thirst trapping the fans.’

Ashton’s brow furrowed, unsure of what the text was saying, “Okay so I just got a text from Michael - what’s thirst trapping? And am I currently doing it?”

Of all the comments that followed, he noticed one that said ‘I mean… I’m not gonna say either way but take a look at yourself and get back to us’. Another one told him that it was when someone wears something in order to provoke risque texts, or gain attention from someone.

Ashton pouted, looking down at his appearance. He was kind of sweaty, but he didn’t think that the fans would mind him being covered in dirt and sweat, it’s not as though they had to smell him. Though, he would admit that he needed a shower.

“Well, since my tomato plant has been… planted next to its’ friend, and I’m apparently thirst trapping you all, I should probably go shower and clean up. Is me mentioning a shower thirst trapping as well?” Ashton rubbed his face over his hands, a small huff leaving his lips, “I don’t know… Fellow youths, tweet me and lemme know. Also, may hold a poll later on what to name these guys.” He flipped the camera around, struggling for a moment, to show the sunflowers that were starting to sprout, “M’thinking of naming one Denise. Just seems like a Denise.”

After his small speech was over, he ended the stream, grinning to himself. He hadn’t meant to show off his body in such a way, but it was funny to know that even with him hardly doing anything but be himself they still lost their shit.

Glancing around at his garden, he felt himself swell with a mild sense of pride. He was still a ways off from seeing any fruits of his labour (literally), but it made him feel good knowing he did something with his time at home, instead of slipping further into his mind which wasn’t always the kindest to him.

Ashton realized that when he was gardening, it was similar to songwriting in a way where all of his self doubts and fears went away and he could just pour himself into it - the reward being well worth the risk in the end.

Once his shower was done, he sat outside in his backyard, sipping his lemonade and enjoying the sunshine - realizing that having to stay home wasn’t all too bad, if it meant he could reset his mind, and do some small part to help how he could during that time.

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#ashton irwin #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin fanfiction #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #boomer!ash

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themissingmarvel · 4 years

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Kind Regards, Detective [Part 6]

(So, forgive me for this both: being long, and not having a lot of Loki in it. I understand if this chapter turns people off or doesn’t get a lot of love. I won’t be hurt by it. But it needed to be done. So hopefully I don’t lose readers but if I do, like I said, I understand.

Catch up: [Part 1] // [Part 2] // [Drabble] // [Part 3] // [Part 4] // [Drabble 2] // [Part 5]

Pairing: Detective Loki x fbi!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k [yikes]

Warnings: Language. Poor life choices. )

Back when Y/N was in undergrad, she remembered one of her classmates affectionately telling her she was afflicted with what was known as “resting bitch face”. She became known as the Queen of the RBF within her circles, and honestly it remained with her. But it was protective, and in times like this, when a precinct was staring at you, you had to protect yourself.

One of the things that would come up was a conflict of interest, she knew that immediately. Her supervising agent would be concerned about a package sent directly to her. No one would know the depth of it, though. They’d know it was in reference to her sister’s passing, but the song? The CD itself? She could lie. And she would. Even when her phone rang and she ignored it, she kept her face stoic and her eyes locked on the computer, scanning over the evidence collected from the scene still.

“Agent Y/N, there’s a call for you from the bureau-” a young officer, though not a rookie, popped his head in.

She didn’t even look up, “That’s cool.”

Loki glanced from her to the officer who looked more confused than anything. Clearly that was not the answer he was hoping for.

“I mean, they want to talk to you.” He suddenly got quieter. Meeker.

Again, she didn’t even pause, “Nice of them. I’ll send them a thank-you card later.”

Now the officer was confused, “Did you want to answer it out front or I can-”

“Tell them I’m dead. Or I’m in the bathroom. Whatever. I’m busy so please don’t come in again.” Her eyes glanced briefly from the screen to the man who got the hint, his mouth in a straight line as he backed out of the room, entirely missing David Loki’s very soft smirk.

But she was. Busy, that was. Not dead. She had found a few interesting leads, and was suddenly finding a rather disturbing pattern, “David, c’mere a sec. I need you to look at this and tell me I’m not crazy,” she looked across the table at the man who’d been poring over the papers and pictures, hating to look at bodies but knowing now was not the time to be squeemish. He thought his note was bad… hers was tenfold. Whatever it was. He didn’t know about her sister. Or any of her life, really. He knew what she had shared. He was vaguely terrified that this would stop all of it.

Standing, he walked over to where she was, a spreadsheet open, “So look,” she held up a finger, glancing back to the man who was leaning over, face by hers as he looked at the screen, the moment intense, though far from intimate, “if we follow the purchases, the television is old but beyond state-of-the-art, telling us it was pricy. And you don’t leave pricy things behind, especially if you think you can be traced. And when we tracked the generator down, it was from a different manufacturing company, so both were dismissed out of hand. But when we add in the piece about the phone company provider and the chemical weapon used… Look.”

She brought up a page of a very formal looking website, Safety in the palm of your hand was the caption under the large “West Company” logo in block letters at the top. David knew of them, but clearly Y/N knew more, “The company does a lot of work with technology and weapon engineering. The federal government has a contract with them, so we’ve worked with them before. David, they even have a lab on site…”

He stood back, looking down at her with focus and concern. Without the chemical agent to go off of, the connection might be a reach. But the fact that it all tied to one company, and one that would have direct links to technology to reach into… anything, meant it was a good chance that the person they needed would be there.

“So what do we do with this? I mean, that’s a huge company. And with a defense contract, they’re probably not gonna wanna talk to you,” David crossed his arms in front of his chest, concern on his features. She was a bloodhound who had finally picked up a scent and he had a sinking feeling she’d chase that scent, regardless of what came in her way.

Nodding, she closed the laptop, “Normally that’d be true, but I may have a way into the company records. I can’t divulge why. I just need you to trust me.” Her eyes were wide. And pleading. She had just been hit with a wrecking ball and already she was back on her feet, but David knew she was hurting. And pain made you do stupid things. But she was slowly becoming his weak spot.

Pushing back his hair he sighed, “Fine. What do we do next?”

Standing up and grabbing her phone that had more missed calls than she could reasonably get away with, she shrugged, “We don’t do anything. I make a call, and you keep going over evidence. I have to go back and grab something at the hotel. I left a file back there we’ll need to keep moving forward on this.”

There was something in her voice, her tone perhaps, or her body language. David would blame himself later, as he always did, for not noticing. He’d tell himself it was his fault. He should have known she wasn’t going to the hotel, or at least that wasn’t her final stop. And as she walked outside without her federal issued phone, only her keys and wallet in hand as she held her jacket tight, she understood what had to happen.

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She wasn’t lying. Not completely. She had gone to the hotel and grabbed her personal phone, the one she used for calling her parents, listening to music, listening to audiobooks when she was stuck on airplanes, or in this case, long car drives alone. But her first call had been, surprising to most, to Henry Best. The man was one of the top CEO and board members of West Company and one she knew better than most. It was the way she had into the company.

Henry had been surprised to hear her voice, though not disappointed. He had liked Y/N when he met her four years back, when she had just begun her profiling in the field. Back when she was still wet behind the ears, so to speak. And that she was calling on her personal phone made him even more curious, “Of course. Around when should I expect you?” His voice, smooth as silk with a ‘proper’ British accent, a voice that could melt a woman without effort, came forth.

Glancing at the dashboard of her car, Y/N shrugged, “GPS says it’s another hour. So around 3pm, if that’s all right? Honestly, I hate to barge in like this. And I know you’re doing more than a favor. Especially since the FBI doesn’t even know-”

There was a soft chuckle, the man on the other end smiling, “Please don’t apologize. It would be my pleasure to see you again. After all, it is you I have to thank for where I am now, is it not?” A genuine kind of thanks to his voice, though something else lingered. Perhaps not strong enough for the bluetooth in the car to detect.

Either way, she felt herself smiling as she eyed the guidance system, “That was all your own work, Henry. But we can talk more when I get there. Do I check in at the front desk?” She was adjusting herself in her seat, suddenly a little nervous. She really hadn’t thought this through. And she was still wearing… well, a sweater and jeans. And her hair wasn’t well done, either. Fuck, she really did not think this through.

“I’ll have someone waiting out front to valet the car, don’t worry about parking. Mark will bring you up. Take your time.” He was calm. Cool. Collected. More than he had been before. It was kind of nice.

She nodded, to no one in particular, “Will do. See you in an hour, Henry.” She clicked off the phone, continuing her drive.

Her phone rang again, though this time the number came up as Delete This Later, “Madison is on a rampage. And now I have some podunk Detective Loki- Hey, what kind of name is that even? Whatever, anyway, this dude is calling me wanting to know where you are. I made some shit up about you needing to coordinate with another office. I still have Madison on a rampage, though. He’s your boss. Remember him?”

Rolling her eyes, she was already regretting giving Adrian her personal number, “Thank you for covering. I’m actually headed to see Henry Best. Over at West Company. Who knew my name was so memorable?” She smirked.

Adrian huffed, “Just don’t do anything stupid. Well, more stupid than you already have. Wits about, right?”

She cocked a sideways smirk, “Always. And you know the deal. Call David at 3pm, when I’m due in New York to meet with Henry. I’ll text you the address. And you can give him this number. Otherwise the guy will have a heart attack,” she sighed softly.

There was quiet for a moment before Adrian spoke again, “What did he send you, Ladybug? That guy. I haven’t seen you like this since the Boston case when you almost bumped into the dude we were after. I’m worried.”

But she was quiet. Too quiet.

“Nothing’s gonna happen. I just have a feeling Henry will be able to help.”

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He had called her. He had called her twice before realizing the ringing was coming from inside her bag. He had thrown his own phone across the room, though one cased in an Otterbox after the officer manager was tired of him breaking phones. Instead, it bounced off and hit the ground. He had wanted to break something. Fucking anything.

It was a flurry of words after that, David having rolled his sleeves up, his hair repeatedly needing to be slicked back as his face looked vaguely similar to John Wick finding his dog dead. He kept telling himself he was angry because she was in harm’s way, and that was true, but there was something more. This woman he had felt vulnerable with, who had in turn shared her own vulnerabilities, was gone. And he knew that she was gone because she was chasing something that not even God himself could stop her from getting. She was on a mission.

David was a driven man just as much, however, and he had gotten through to Y/N’s unit by sheer force of will on the phone. He had kept it together enough that he was actually able to get through to someone named “Adrian Dent” who worked closely with her. The one who had texted her ‘ladybug’ and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like Adrian. No idea why, but when the smug asshole gave him a regurgitated message about her meeting with another agent in another city, he understood it was a lie.

But what else did he have? He was sitting by himself in the conference room they were using, staring at a laptop that had the company name on it. And he knew. He didn’t know exactly, but he knew. And fuck waiting. Fuck telling his chief. Fuck all of it. He was headed to New York City just the same as she was. ____

It had been strange, walking into the large, sleek office building. The floors were marble and the colors back and silver were clearly the aesthetic. She had trailed behind a young man who looked to be no older than twenty-two, probably scored this gig right out of a prestigious college, wanting to work his way into the defense industry. What a strange goal. No stranger, perhaps, than wanting to be an FBI Field Agent.

He was quiet as he lead her up, his earpiece wired in as they took a private elevator to the… damn, fiftieth floor? Last time she could have sworn it was forty. But that was four years ago.

Stepping off the elevator that looked like something out of Blade Runner, she followed the assistant carefully down the hall, carpeted in black with dark wood lining it. Far fewer people here. And it was clear, by the large double doors ahead, that this was where she was going, “Mr. Best is inside, you may enter.” He looked almost smug. She didn’t belong. He knew it. She knew it.

Shrugging off her winter jacket, she knocked on the door, heading the rather gentle, “Please, come in,” beckoning her forth.

It had been four years since she saw him, but Henry looked amazing. He had before but… there was something else now. His dark blonde hair was styled on his head, not slicked down but a certain casual and professional look to it. He had on a white business shirt, black tie tight around his neck though with his sleeves rolled up. And he, of course, was gorgeous. Blue eyes that felt like they could stop you in your tracks, angular features that made him all the more distinguished. He looked good.

And the office was amazing. An entire wall was purely windows, looking out at the impressive New York City skyline. It was like being in a movie. Her entire life she had never existed in a world like this, and now she was investigating a serial killer in an office that looked so extraordinary it hurt. Book shelves, a large desk by the back where he had been standing, oak, of course. He smiled, a sort of crooked smile that, were she paying attention, would have concerned her more. But he was smiling as he walked over, “Oh, please, let me take that. Shouldn’t have you lugging this around,” he smiled as he got close, taking the jacket from her hands, draping it over a chair nearby.

Nervous, suddenly, she pushed back her hair, “Thank you… and sorry about not being dressed for the occasion… Like I said, kind of a rush deal getting here,” she laughed nervously, fidgeting.

“Nonsense. You look wonderful, if I may say so. Would you care to take a seat? I wager you’ve just driven a bit of a ways, so I’ll understand if you’d like to stand.” There was care in his voice and tone, and suddenly she was struck by how strange it was. She tended to trust her gut, and suddenly it was telling her to be aware.

Smiling with her placating, plastic smile, she shook her head, “I’m happy to sit.”

He looked satisfied with the answer, gesturing to the table in the corner, two cups and a teapot on it, “Please, take a seat. May I offer you some tea?” He sat across from her, his movements graceful and purposeful, and perhaps almost serpent-like.

She held up a hand, “No thank you. Long drive back, don’t want to have to make pit stops,” she smiled at the man who looked… content. Relaxed. Hardly what she remembered before.

He was pouring himself a cup, Y/N looking around as she noticed a plant on his desk. Well, one. And flowers on his window. Gorgeous lilies. And orchids. Succulents were on two shelves of the book cases. She couldn’t help but smile, “Quite a lot of greenery around your office, Henry.”

Taking a sip of the tea, he smiled, “After we spoke those years ago, I took you up on your suggestion. I began gardening. Took a month off, worked on myself, and began gardening. Hobbies really are a lifesaver, aren’t they?” He was watching her now, able to see that brief moment of her eyes widening, ever so slightly, her breath catching in her throat. He could see her wheels turning. But she was no mere rabbit. Fear was not something that drove her.

And true, in her own mind she was rationalizing it, “I’m glad it seemed to work for you. Having a hobby like that can be therapeutic. And it seems like our meetings got you back on track. How have things been now?”

Of course, she was referring to the incident that had lead her to his office years ago. He had lost his wife in a rather tragic car accident. From what he had told the police, they had gotten into a fight, and before he could stop her, she had gotten her keys and driven off. She’d wound up running a red light at a major intersection and was killed on impact.

Something was clicking, now. His face changed every so slightly when she asked how things had been. Hobbies. Not just gardening. And now she was poking at the wound.

He nodded, quite like the gentleman he was, “Much better. Work has been consuming much of my time. I imagine you’re in a similar boat. I always sensed we were quite alike in that way,” he placed the tea back down and smiled at her.

There was a feeling of anger that came with the comment, though she was unsure why. It wasn't rude in any way, nor did it infer anything negative about her. But it felt personal.

“Speaking of work… I’m here because I think I have a lead on my case. And not to be an alarmist, I’m somewhat concerned they’re linked with your company somehow,” she eyed him carefully.

He looked out the window with a bit of a chuckle, “We have quite a few employees, you know. Do you have anything more to go off of? I’d love to help you, but that’s quite a broad brush to be painting with, Y/N,” his smile was daring this time. He was playing with her. What may not have been personal now was. But he was fishing, too. He wanted to see what she had. If she’d divulge.

She was many things in this world. Stupid was not on that list.

“If you could set me up with someone in human resources, I might be able to go over a filter given some of the profiles I have set up. Think you could make an exception for me?” She forced a smile, hoping, perhaps, she was wrong about that feeling in her gut. The feeling that was screaming at her, louder now, telling her to get out of the building. To find her car. But he had that, didn’t he? He had insisted he park it for her. Insisted he take her up through the private elevator. And she had complied.

Maybe she was wrong.

“Were I a different man, I might argue against it. But you’ve done quite a bit for me, Y/N, more than you know. You helped me realize my potential in those meetings. The kind of man I could be. And so of course, Agent Y/L/N, I would be more than honored to help. After what you’ve done for me. Truly, it stayed with me.” He smiled. And he was being honest. Sincere. She had made an impact in his life that had changed the entire course of his world. He had gone from a man on the brink of losing his life to drugs and alcohol over the loss of his true love, to a man who had channeled his grief into something else. He understood what it meant to lose.

A feeling of relief washed over her and she smiled, more sincere this time, “That’s really kind of you. And if it means anything, I always knew you’d come back from it. It’s why I recommended the board keep you on. We all have choices in life, I’m glad you made yours.”

A small ‘chirp’ came from the digital watch on the man’s wrist, looking down as he grimaced slightly, “Seems I’ve had an unfortunate emergency arise. I’ve got your number, so I’ll be sure to give you a call when I can locate someone in HR who can work remotely. Wouldn’t want you taking the trek back and forth from Conyers again, would we? You said over the phone the Detective you’re working with is stationed there as well,” He smiled as he stood, the agent doing the same.

He handed her the jacket she’d come in with, walking her to the door. And for a moment, she knew she could walk out and it would be the end of it. Her gut would stop screaming at her, now from the top of its lungs, and maybe she could get out unscathed. She could simply walk to the elevator and find a way to do things on her terms. She knew, deep down, that she could walk out the door confident in her own beliefs and he would be confident that she had only the brief terror that prey does when suspecting a predator nearby.

Instead, she turned as she walked out the door, her eyes locking onto his, “I meant to ask, you have so many different plants and flowers, do you have any favorites? I’m a lavender woman, myself,” she smiled strongly, forcing herself to speak now as she felt the rest of herself coming undone.

And he smiled. The smile that would seal in every fear she had, every terror that she would feel, every nightmare that would haunt her, and she knew that look in his eyes with that smile as he spoke, “Oh, my dear, it’s roses I love best. Give my kindest regards to Detective Loki, won’t you?”

It took every ounce of strength she had to stay standing as he closed the door with the look of a man she had seen once. The man who had fallen apart but was wearing the mask of something else. She understood his comment, now. Two sides of the same coin. Two people shaped by tragedy. Two lives changed in a moment. And a grin on his face that felt like a bullet to her chest.

Kind Regards indeed.

Fuck.

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black-streak · 4 years

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Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - It's Cute

Part 9

The awaited family reactions to the cuddle fest. Dear lord, this took so long to write! Probably should have tried writing these characters once before attempting to write all of them now, but oh well. They're all a bunch of cheeky shits. Bruce may be a world class detective, but he's clueless with his family. You cannot change my mind.

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The first one to happen upon their new normal had been Dick, not that they were aware.

Around 9 in the morning, he'd found himself passing by the living room off the side kitchen the boys were allowed to use (the main kitchens off limits to all but Alfred himself, with occasional exceptions for Marinette or Jason) only to stop and backtrack, lips twitching into a wide grin.

There on the far couch, Tim lay passed out with his laptop closed on the coffee table. This in itself would be enough to endear Richard, seeing as he rarely saw Tim crash without it being face first into his work, but what really sold it was the tiny body curled up on the couch with him.

Marinette became a new normal around the manor, having been attached at the hip to their youngest around 3 months ago. Richard could still recall her first visit, half hidden behind Damian where he stood in front of her as though shielding his new friend from their sight. She'd had curious eyes trained onto them as he led her past and up towards his room. They'd all let Damian think he'd gotten her past them for the moment, bursting into speculation the second the two's footsteps fell out of hearing range.

The curiosity only grew as her presence became a near constant, Damian always a step behind or in front of her. Dick vividly remembered the suspicious look Tim had shot his coffee upon hearing the youngest call her Angel. At that point, they stopped feigning polite and sought her out.

She took to their proding with grace, if a little overwhelmed and flustered from the fast switch in temperament. They'd all granted the two space for over a week only to all start approaching her on the near constant. And constant it was.

Richard knew he'd overwhelmed her a little in those first few weeks, but it couldn't be helped. He had never seen his babybat so protective and borderline sweet before.

Marinette turned out to be one of the most humble, affectionate, and downright considerate people Dick had the pleasure of meeting. She'd charmed them all.

From the recipes she shared with Alfred over an afternoon tea, to the little trips she took with Jason to bookstores. From random breakfast dates with Stephanie to quiet sleepovers with Cass whenever she made a reappearance. Babs and Duke had yet to meet her, but he was sure they'd find a liking to her just as easily.

Richard himself had been endeared to her the moment he saw how Damian softened around his 'Angel'. It only grew when she started coming to him, a bundle of energy, asking him if he really was versed in trapeze like Damian said. The attachment solidified upon her admitting a solid knowledge in aerial silks, afternoons between the two lost in the gym, talking through stretches and showing off to each other on their preferred apparatus.

And here it seemed Tim had finally found his endearment to her.

It's not that the two hadn't interacted before. They were often found dying over their own caffeinated beverage of choice, lamenting to one another the struggles of running their respective business. While Tim may run WE as its CEO, he obviously respected and commended her ability to run her own technically small business, holding extremely high clientele, both local and world wide while keeping her workload contained to manageable levels. Meanwhile, she saw and admired Tim's insane ability to manage a massive sprawling company without falling over dead.

Otherwise, you could occasionally catch them sharing playlists or texting random nonsense to one another.

That, however, seemed to be the extent of their interactions. Tim seemingly holding her at a distance for reasons undetermined.

The distance seemed pretty shattered now, Mari curled up to him, both dead to the world. Dick simply watched, smiling softly from the doorway. Finally, someone who seemed to be capable of persuading Tim into sleep. He really shouldn't be surprised that Marinette was the one to make it happen.

Lifting his phone, he snapped a picture and sent it to the family group chat with the caption, "Laying bodily on top of Tim seems an effective way to force him to sleep. Think it'd work for me?" Tucking his phone back into his pocket, satisfied with the near constant vibration from the chaos he reigned, he finally entered the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal for himself and left before either of the occupants a room over could wake to find him.

Alfred had taken the sight of them cuddling in stride. It'd taken place around two weeks after seeing the evidence of such in the family chat, courtesy of Richard.

Carrying books back into the library, the elderly butler couldn't claim surprise at finding Timothy curled around Marinette in a protective huddle as the two napped.

Ever since discovering the young woman's identity, he'd seen how Timothy watched her, intrigued and almost instinctively possessive. Of course Miss Marinette had befriended Damian first and the two were as thick as thieves, but in costume, she was Tim's shadow. She normally followed him everywhere and when she happened to stray, the young man would get restless and paranoid, no longer sensing her silent company. Eventually, he'd either group up with one of the others until he sensed her again or happen upon her handiwork and suddenly calm down. Alfred couldn't say whether Red Robin was even aware of his own actions or simply following his gut, but either way, the two were magnetized. It was only a matter of time before the same happened in civilian form.

Watching as Miss Marinette nuzzled his neck and settled closer in a deeper sleep, Alfred expected the two would be together by the end of the week.

…

Damian knew his Angel had found a body pillow in the form of his older brother. Of course he knew, she told him within hours of the development. He felt no need to confirm any further.

This didn't mean he never saw them cuddle. No, it just meant it never took him off guard. Maybe a touch put off at times, but not surprised. One minute he'd be hunting the manor for his tiny friend and the next he'd find himself huffing to himself and begrudgingly leaving the two alone after inevitably finding her with Tim. Sure, he spent most evenings monopolizing her time to himself, but he already found himself having to share her with the rest of the flock enough during daylight hours when everyone wasn't otherwise occupied with work. The last thing he needed was for the one brother who left her mostly alone to start taking up all of her spare time.

While Damian knew that Tim had redeeming qualities such as his diligence and intellect (his younger self was rolling in its grave at this admittance) he still couldn't grasp what it was his Angel saw there. His older brother was a certifiable disaster. A sleep deprived, caffeine addicted, sarcastic mess of a man.

Then again, so was she. And somehow, that didn't end in a clash of personalities, but instead, led to breaking each other's more impractical habits. As much as he loathe to admit it, they worked well together and he knew it to be true everytime he stumbled upon their sleeping forms.

Leaving to find Richard after another failed attempt to collect Mari to hang out, he felt a small smile tug at the edges of his lips. Despite the confusion over the match, he took his small joys in knowing Tim kept her warm and happy.

….

Stephanie and Jason thought the picture from Dick was a once in a lifetime opportunity to view the workaholics at rest. That somehow all that coffee addled energy cancelled each other out and the two just passed out in the delirium next to each other only for Mari to become a koala in her sleep.

Imagine their utmost shock and delight when upon entering the library, bickering over something neither can remember, they find the same happy scene before them.

A wicked grin crosses Steph's face and she sneaks closer to the couch, leaning into the space by Tim's face.

Jason, seeing her intentions, immediately rushes forward to prevent the inevitable.

"Do you have a death wish?!" He whispered, unknowingly too late in his warning.

Marinette's eyes peek open right as Steph reaches to poke Tim awake, a low growl sounding in their ears in clear anger and annoyance, glaring Stephanie down until the blonde withdrew her finger from where it hovered an inch above his cheek.

Eyes flying wide, Steph cautiously backed away from the pissed noirette, hands raised in surrender.

"Sorry, Mar, backing off now," Steph promised in reassurance and slight fear.

Suddenly Tim shifted, pulling Mari closer to himself as though sensing her discontent.

Snuggling into him, she kept her eyes on the pair until she deemed them a safe distance before burrowing into his chest, falling back to sleep.

Stephanie could only stare before whipping around to whisper yell at Jason, "What the flying fuck was that?!"

"Pixie pop does not take kindly to being woken up. Learned that the hard way a while back. Imagine it's the same for waking up her personal heater there," he shrugged, carefully dragging her back out of the library.

Glancing back at the pair, he couldn't help but shake his head. The little pixie sure had them all wrapped around her finger, didn't she?

…..

Cass…. Well she honestly didn't see how it mattered as long as the two finally got some sleep. If that meant forcing each other to nap, whether it be in the guest room of the manor or in the deserted Batcave, him slouched in the office chair and her draped across his lap, so be it.

If she played ignorant and never acknowledged to herself that Marinette definitely should not know about the cave, nevertheless be sleeping in it, no one was the wiser.

……

Bruce rarely regretted muting the family group chat. Only two hours into its creation, the notifications had reached into the hundreds. He muted it without a second thought and never looked back.

At times like these, he almost wished he checked it every once in a while. It might have prepared him better for what had transpired in front of him.

Sitting in his favorite high backed armchair by the fireplace, he'd briefly taken note of his youngest sitting in the corner of the couch, one hand holding a book in arabic up to read, the other arm wrapped around Marinette where she slept pressed against him.

He knew Damian hated being touched in his sleep, but perhaps his sweet little friend was an exception after all? It wouldn't surprise him seeing as she seemed to be the exception to all of Damian's rules.

Bruce couldn't help the softening in his expression at seeing his son finally open up and accept the affection of another human. Sure, the kid had always been loving towards his many pets, but it was wonderfully new to see that extend to the young woman under his arm.

The first time he heard Damian call her his angel, Bruce had settled himself with the knowledge that this woman was to eventually become his daughter in law.

So absorbed in his reflecting, he almost missed Tim's entrance.

Shaking out of it, he nodded to his second youngest and turned back to his book.

He almost became reabsorbed in his own reading when he noticed Tim approaching the opposite end of the couch.

What happened next, Bruce could only watch in dumbfounded disbelief.

Tim settled into the couch, shifting so he reclined comfortably and pulled the blanket off the back and across his body. Once he seemingly deemed the position suitably comfortable, he moved the blanket to the side of him and sat up, leaning towards the two on the opposite end.

Damian lifted his head and made eye contact with his older brother, a silent conversation passing between the two, before moving his arm off Marinette and carefully moving her away from him and towards the other. The pass off went smoothly, her weight shifting easily from Damian's side and into Tim's waiting arms.

From there, Tim gently moved her over to his side of the couch, laying back into his original position only now with her pressed between his side and the couch back. Lastly, Tim pulled the blanket back over the two and finally settled down.

Marinette herself stirred awake once the blanket fell around her. She seemed to take stock of the situation, looking over to Damian and then turning to blink blearily up at Tim. A small, contented smile graced her face before it disappeared into his collar, where she buried her face, promptly falling back to sleep.

The same sleepy smile crossed Tim's face as he ducked down to nuzzle the top of her head where he followed her lead.

Completely thrown off guard, Bruce looked back to Damian only to see his youngest completely unfazed as he returned to his reading.

Clearing his throat softly, Bruce successfully gained the other's attention without waking the other two occupants.

"When did this become a thing?" He gestured towards the cuddling pair.

Damian simply raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"You really ought to read our messages. They've been like this for a month now." And with that, Damian went back to his reading, a smirk hidden behind the pages as his father gaped at him in disbelief. It was going to take a small miracle for his father to figure out the other two were dating at this rate.

Snapping his mouth closed and clearing his throat once more, Bruce turned back to his own book, filing the information away for later, thinking to himself, 'Perhaps Damian isn't as possessive as I thought?'

#maribat #timinette #timari #ml x dc #this one actually starts in part one and ends after part eight timeline wise

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m0etenchandon · 5 years

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Romantic Getaway (Reader x Gwil x Ben smut)

Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee x Ben Hardy Summary: The boys spend an entire week getting you sexually frustrated, and after the tennis match a couple of weeks later, they have an idea you can´t refuse. Warnings: SMUT (18+), threesome, teasing, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!Gwilym, some sub!Ben and featuring a tiny bit of jealous!Joe Word count: 11K

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This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

The second you stepped out of the plane in France, you were hit with the warm summer air. It was almost too hot. The sun felt scorching against your skin and you scrambled to locate your sunglasses in the bottom of the bag. Of course they were at the bottom, it was just your luck. Really, you shouldn´t complain though. You had somehow managed to join Ben and Gwilym on their press trip. Cognac wasn´t really your thing per se, but it was an opportunity you weren´t going to turn down. Even though it meant the two boys had lied and told the arrangers you were their manager. You were fine living with a lie for the next week. Surely, they could teach you some acting skills so you could fool everyone.

You turned around just in time to see Ben take a selfie with Gwilym in the background. He was biting down on his bottom lip, and if it weren´t from his sunglasses, the picture would clearly show him squinting his eyes. Ben´s hair looked golden in the sunlight, and you could also definitely see some stubble on his top lip and chin. He wasn´t able to grow out a full beard like Gwilym, but a boy can dream.

Speaking of Gwilym, the man didn´t have time to react before Ben snapped the picture, yet he still managed to look effortlessly sexy. His hair was slightly messed up by the wind, his deep blue eyes concealed by his sunglasses.

The both of them were gorgeous, there was no denying that. They always looked good. It was a struggle really being friends with them. There was always a lingering sexual tension in the air accompanied by looks and touches that lasted a little bit too long. Not to mention when Joe was there too. The three of you always ganged up on the poor guy, but you knew he secretly loved it. However, maybe not the fact that he was missing this trip. That was happens when you live across the Atlantic. It was always a blast when you saw Joe. One time you even ended up almost sleeping with him before realizing what you were doing. Needless to say, there were a lot of drinks involved. Specifically, tequila. But, you still remember the way he grabbed your ass and poured all his energy into the kiss. The way his stubble rubbed against your face. You never spoke about it, but you both certainly spent your time thinking about it. A lot of time.

“Are you trying to fuck the camera, Ben? Bloody hell that lip bite oof I´m sweating”, you teased, stopping and putting your hands on your hips. The rest of the group was waiting for everyone to get off the small plane before getting into cabs.

“Aaw, are you jealous, Y/N?”, Ben asked. He winked at you and you hated the fact that your pulse immediately went up.

“You wish”, you mumbled. You definitely were. You might have been able to fool them, but not yourself. “It´s just the heat”

“Stop flirting and let me see the photo”, Gwilym said, walking up to Ben. He ducked his head to see the brightly lit screen. “Ah come on, mate! You caught me off guard, I look awful”

“Well I think you look handsome, Gwil. Besides, Ben´s the one who looks awful in this picture. He looks like he just smelled something really bad”, you said, winking at the tall man in front of you.

“I just caught a whiff of you, love”, Ben said, “but relax, I´m just sending it to Joe”

“Rude”, you said, pushing his shoulder. A smile tugged at your lips though, you knew he was only joking.

“Ah ok. Go ahead then. Show that fucker what he´s missing out on”, Gwilym said. He gave you a kind smile and a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you for your compliment. It probably didn’t mean a lot to him, but you could already feel yourself getting even hotter. Heat rose to your cheeks and you blew out a breath of air.

“Did you just get all flustered, Y/N? I didn´t mean to overstep my boundaries”, Gwilym said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nah it´s just the heat. You know I don´t mind”, you said, and thankfully the cabs arrived. You really didn´t want to continue the conversation.

The three of you took one cab for yourself. Obviously, you would eventually have to socialize with the other “influencers” on the trip, but for now you just wanted some time alone with your boys.

“What should the caption on the picture be?”, Ben asked, getting ready to send the picture to Joe. He had pushed the sunglasses up to his head so his golden curls hugged them, his green eyes meeting yours as he waited for a reply. What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his hair.

“What about wish you were here, handsome?”, you suggested with a smirk. You knew Ben and Gwilym hated the fact that you hooked up with Joe once. Or, they didn´t explicitly say it, but they got all jealous and protective whenever one of you brought it up.

“You kiss him once and now you think he is handsome?”, Gwilym said. Yup, there was definitely jealousy in the air.

“It was more than a kiss, Gwil. And besides, I told you literally a few minutes ago that you look handsome too”, you said, winking.

“What about me?”, Ben asked, forcing your attention away from Gwilym. You rolled your eyes.

“You too, Ben”

“Then why have you never kissed us?”, he asked. Oh, if only he knew how many times you´ve thought about it.

“The opportunity never struck”, you mumbled, shrugging. You definitely would have, given the chance.

“What was that, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked. Ok so they didn´t hear. That´s for the better, you guessed.

“Never mind”, you said, reaching for Ben´s phone. “Here, I´ll come up with something”

--- Joe replied just as you pulled up outside an old castle. You could hear Ben´s phone ding but you were far too preoccupied taking in the view. You had previously been briefed that you would do a sightseeing stop on your way to the hotel and this was it. The buildings in front of you were simply stunning, so beautiful you felt out of place. So romantic.

“Wow”, you said, looking around and taking it all in. Yep, you were definitely happy you agreed to come.

“Y/N! Joe said we have to try harder to get him jealous”, Ben said, following after you with his eyes glued to his phone. There was a whiny tone to his voice that went straight to your core. A shiver ran down your back.

“Can you take a picture of us?”, Gwilym asked.

“What? No, do it yourself”

“Come on, you work for us, remember?”, Ben said with a wink.

You groaned. The acting had to start now apparently. You shot him an annoyed smile before reaching your hand out in front of you, palm up. Ben placed his phone in it and went to stand next to Gwilym. They posed next to each other in a passway, backs against each other.

“You have to stand closer than that”, you said, snapping a photo. You knew Joe hated missing out, but he hated seeing Ben and Gwilym being affectionate even more. Also, you wanted to see them together too. Purely for selfish purposes.

Gwilym moved an arm around Ben and pulled him into his side. You took a photo.

“Even closer”, you said, “Just hug each other. That will drive him insane”

Yep, definitely for selfish purposes.

Ben laughed before wrapping his hands around the taller man´s waist. He rested his head against Gwilym´s cheek. Wow they really did look cute like that. What you wouldn´t give to be in between that sandwich though.

“Yes, just like that”, you said with a grin. You eagerly took several more pictures, having them make silly faces at the camera. Trying to ignore the tingle in your lower half. They just looked so good like this. You were pretty sure your legs were about to give in when Ben tilted his head slightly and Gwilym shot you one of his signature tight lipped smiles. The fact that you could see Ben´s new tattoo didn´t help either.

“Joe will be so pissed”, Ben giggled as you showed him the pictures. He chose the best one and sent it off to Joe.

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You didn´t have anything planned for the rest of the night, but to be honest you were relived. It had been a long day of travelling and you desperately wanted some alone time to deal with the frustration that had built throughout the day watching Ben and Gwilym be all over each other. Thankfully, you had your own room.

You took a long, warm, shower. Just letting the water run down your body and the scented soap fill your nostrils. Hotel soap usually sucked, but this was a fancy hotel, so it was actually decent. There was some matching body lotion on the counter too, which you rubbed all over your body.

Wrapping a towel around your hair and the bathrobe around your body, you emerged from the bathroom to find both Ben and Gwilym lounging on your bed. Fuck. So much for alone time. They would only make your frustration worse.

They hadn´t noticed you appearing, too preoccupied with their phones. You rolled your eyes and coughed, immediately feeling two pairs of eyes raking all over your body. The robe was long, so you were pretty well covered. Well except for the low neckline. You adjusted it and raised your eyebrows.

“Guys, what are you doing here?”, you asked, walking over to your suitcase and started picking out an outfit to wear. Your plans of staying in bed naked all night had gone out the window.

“Joe still isn´t jealous. Or at least he says he isn’t”, Ben whined. God it was a beautiful noise.

“And?”, you asked, “Why should I care?”

You picked out a clean pair of underwear and added it to the pile of clothes in your hands.

“Well we thought of something else that might make him jealous and we need your uh- your help”, Gwilym said. Fucking hell how many more photos did they want?

“Ugh fine just let me get dressed and we can go out”, you said, turning and walking over to the bathroom only to be stopped by Ben.

“Wait, don´t! It uhm- we were thinking maybe you could be in this photo”, he said. There was a pink blush creeping up to his cheeks, making you squint your eyes.

“Ok? In what setting exactly?”

“Just hear us out on this one, ok?”, Gwilym said. He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand in his. Oh, that felt nice.

“O-Ok”, you said. Gwilym gave you a bright smile before leading you over to the bed, sitting you down as Ben got up. They were both staring down at you which only made you more nervous. What the hell was going on?

“So, we know that Joe is pissed he never got to sleep with you, right?”, Ben said, to which you nodded in agreement. He had told the boys several times, and they of course had told you. It´s not like you didn´t regret it yourself so it was fine.

Wait, where was this going?

“Yeah and we were thinking that if we sent a photo of us eating you out or something that would really get to him”, he followed. What now? You were pretty sure your jaw was about to hit the ground.

“We don´t have to actually do anything. It´s just pretend”, Gwilym said, trying to calm your shocked state.

Oh. You felt kind of disappointed actually.

“Please say something, love”

“I-uhm, sure”, you said after a while. At least the image would come in handy when you were finally able to be alone.

“Ok great”, Ben said, a grin spreading over his face. “Uhm, if you go put on a pair of underwear we´ll get ready out here, ok?”

Your mind was racing as you walked on shaky legs towards the bathroom. Of course, Gwil and Ben had seen you in a bikini before, but this was different. This was lacy underwear. Which by the way left very little to the imagination.

Thankfully, you had settled on a matching black set. At least it wasn´t some old, washed out granny panties.

After putting it on and fixing your hair in the mirror, you walked out into your bedroom again only to find both Ben and Gwil shirtless next to your bed. Oh my god. Your eyes raked all over their bodies. Over Ben´s hard pecks and defined abs, over Gwilym´s long and toned torso. Both of them insanely hot in their own way.

“Bloody hell, Y/N”, Ben muttered under his breath. Oh. They were checking you out too. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“So, what were you thinking?”, you asked, eager to relieve the tension in the air. One way or another.

“Uhm just grab Ben´s phone and lie down”, Gwilym instructed, gesturing towards the bed.

You took a deep breath and did like you were told. The only thing on your mind was their hungry looks and their nakedness. Even to the point you were operating on pure auto-pilot.

“Tell us to stop if you feel uncomfortable, ok, darling?”, Gwilym asked. You certainly didn´t want this to stop, so you just nodded and grabbed Ben´s phone.

The two boys knelt at the very edge of the bed. Ben reached out to place a hand on both of your thighs, slowly pulling your legs apart. You could hear them draw in a harsh breath when your heat was almost revealed to them, only the thin piece of lace leaving at least a little bit to their imagination.

“Ready?”, Ben asked, raising an eyebrow. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your naked thigh. You felt dizzy, your heat getting damper and damper by the second. You were positive they could tell.

“Mhm”, you said, not trusting your voice. Gwilym smiled at you before leaning in and pressing his lips to the very edge of your panties, millimeters from your entrance. His beard was rubbing against the inside of your thighs, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. You knew, you just knew that your wetness was seeping onto his lips but right now you were too preoccupied with not passing out. Especially when Ben gave a kiss to your inner thigh, just below your knee.

They both looked up at you with cocky looks in their eyes. Shit, right. You were supposed to take pictures.

You hastily snapped several photos of them basically eye-fucking the camera and you definitely staring at them through the screen. You could just barely see the tops of their shoulders and chest and you couldn´t help but start to breathe heavily.

“Did you get them?”, Gwilym asked. His lips were still almost pressed to your heat, the vibrations in his deep voice enough to make you shudder.

“Y-yeah”, you said, having to fight back a whine when they pulled back. Ben reached for his phone to check out the photos as Gwilym gave your knee a kiss. You closed them and threw the blanket over you. It´s not like they hadn´t already seen a lot of you, too much even, but it was nice and warm.

“Thank you for doing this, darling”, Gwilym said. As he moved his lips you could see the side of his chin glisten. Holy shit. He had your pussy juice on his face.

“Oh my god you have- uhm let me get this”, you said, quickly sitting up and swiping your thumb over the wet patch. You collected your wetness before rubbing it onto the sheet. You were absolutely mortified. “Sorry about that”

“It´s alright. I´m flattered”, he said with a wink, and turned his focus to Ben´s phone. He had apparently found a good one and showed it to you, but you couldn´t focus on it. You just nodded while staring into your room. Oh my god. Gwilym had just been flattered that you were wet for him. Was he flirting? What was happening?

“You ok, Y/N?”, Ben asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I´m just tired”, you said. You weren´t exactly lying, you definitely were tired. Tired and very horny.

“Oh, ok. Well good night then, love. See you tomorrow”

“Sleep tight, darling”

You smiled at them before settling back into the warm bed. If it weren´t for your focus on how turned on you were you would have noticed how hard both Ben and Gwilym were as they picked up their shirts and left the room. Might even have heard them jack off through the wall if you had listened hard enough.

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The following day was filled to the brim with activities so you didn´t really have time to talk to Ben and Gwilym in private about the events of last night. You even had breakfast with the other influencers, and you didn´t exactly want to ask what Joe had responded with in front of them. At least it meant that Gwilym had no opportunity to bring up the fact that you had definitely been wet when he kissed your inner thigh.

It didn´t exactly help that the two boys looked incredible in their outfits, your mind going straight back to what happened after they left your room last night. How you had gotten yourself off to the thought of fucking them. What you wouldn´t give to have that happen.

Around 5 pm you were told to go get ready for a fancy dinner at an estate. Luckily, you, Ben and Gwilym were the only three on your floor of the hotel. Or actually, it wasn´t a good thing because the second you stepped out of your room to catch up with them, your pulse rose significantly. If you thought they looked good earlier that day, they looked incredible now. Both of them had on well-fitting dress pants that accentuated their best features. Ben´s pants were a tighter fit than Gwilym´s, his thighs being hugged by the fabric. Gwilym´s pants were a bit too short but showed off his ankles. Who would have thought ankles would turn you on?

They both wore simple, but probably very expensive, white t-shirts tucked into their pants. Gwilym had put on a simple yet smart black cardigan that he had buttoned in the middle while Ben wore a grey fitted blazer. You almost couldn´t tear your eyes away, but slowly made your way up to their faces. They had obviously caught you staring, a smug look on both their lips. Fuck. Their hair was perfect too. Ben´s curls had finally started to grow out a bit after he cut it short, and they laid neatly on the top of his head. Gwilym had styled his in the usual quiff. Up and away from his face. His gorgeous face. And that beard that you had felt against your inner thigh last night.

“Earth to Y/N”, Ben said, waving his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of it and turned to face him. Feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”, you asked.

“I said you look lovely”, he said with a smile. You felt both pairs of eyes rake over your body and take in your summer dress. It was a gorgeous yellow color with flowers printed all over it. Your boobs were on show as well as your legs.

“Oh, thank you”, you said. If you weren´t so turned on by them then maybe you could have actually stuttered out a proper reply. Instead, you just said they looked handsome and pressed the button for the elevator. God, why were you so awkward?

There was so much tension in the air when you all got in the elevator that you were sure you could cut it with a knife.

“So, what did Joe think about the picture last night?”, you asked, twiddling with your key-card. The two boys started laughing, which caused you to whip your head up to look at them.

“Oh he´s so jealous, love”, Ben said, winking. “He told us to stay off his girl”

“What? I´m not his girl”, you said, grateful that the tension had lifted slightly.

“He wishes you were”, Gwilym said. Sure, Joe was hot, but you couldn´t see yourself do more than sleep with him. Despite it being the subject of many of your wet dreams.

“Well he can keep wishing”, you mumbled.

“Also, he thought the photo was staged so we might need to do another one”, Ben said just as the elevator doors opened and you were met by the other influencers. Another one? Yeah, you would be down for that. Your mind already starting to race.

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“Will you take a photo of just us, darling?”, Gwilym asked after they had done the group photo. Thankfully, you didn´t have to be in that because you were their manager. Or at least for the week.

“This is a step down from last night if you´re trying to get Joe jealous, you know”, you said, a smile tugging at your lips. You wanted to move on to more risqué ones.

“This is for Instagram”, Gwilym said, “And to give Joe some fomo. But, we´ll send a different one to him later. A more private one”

Gwilym whispered that last part into your ear, his breath so close to your skin that a shiver ran down your back. You almost dropped his phone at the sensation. Fuck. Wetness started to gather in your panties.

You took a deep breath and quickly snapped some photos of them leaning on each other and doing different poses. The best one was definitely one where Ben was stood two steps above Gwilym and had his arm resting on his shoulder. Gwilym looked up at Ben, his hands in his pockets. They looked ridiculously hot, but the thing that made your heart race was the fact that Ben was staring at you, his lips slightly parted.

“Did you get a good one?”, Ben asked, pulling you from your trance.

“Yeah! I´d certainly get jealous if I missed out on the two of you looking as handsome as this. 10/10 would bang”, you said.

“Really?”, Gwilym teased.

Both boys walked towards you while laughing, and you couldn´t help but take a few candid shots of them smiling.

“It´s the setting. Everyone would look good here”, you lied. You didn´t want them to know just how much you wanted to fuck them. Or maybe you did?

“I´m not so sure, love. Gwilym told me you got really excited when we had our little photoshoot yesterday”, Ben said. He locked his green eyes on yours, making you swallow. Hard.

“I-uhm. I- you interrupted my alone time”, you said in panic. It wasn´t necessarily a lie. You were about to play with yourself after all. “That´s why”

“So you didn´t like it?”, Gwilym asked. Both of them stepped closer and you were pretty sure you were about to pass out. Where was that confident girl who was here just seconds ago?

“Didn’t say that”, you mumbled. “Who wouldn´t like two gorgeous guys between their legs?”

“Are you down for another one then? One where you pretend to suck Ben off?”, Gwilym asked. There it was again. That pretend part. The part that stung.

“Sure”, you said with a shrug. At least it would give you something else to get off to.

The two boys smirked and started walking off towards where the dinner would be held. Neither of them mentioned their abrupt proposal through five courses. Of course, with matching cognac. That was why you were here after all. You just chatted away about normal, mundane, stuff while slowly getting more and more buzzed. It was probably out of order to get drunk at such a fancy restaurant, but they kept pouring you more whenever you finished your drink so really you had no choice.

You were pulled from a conversation with one of the other girls there by a strong hand on your thigh. The warmth from their palm spread up to your heat, causing you to excuse yourself and turn around. You were met by those beautiful deep blue eyes you knew so well.

“Come to the bathroom in two minutes, darling”, Gwilym whispered into your ear before leaving the table.

As he stood up, you noticed Ben was gone too. Right, he was the one you were going to suck off after all. Or, pretend to suck off that was. You couldn´t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over you. Why couldn´t you just tell them you wanted to do it for real? And why could they not just take your hints? Urgh boys. Stupid, gorgeous and so god damn sexy boys.

You counted to 30 two times before excusing yourself. It hadn´t been two minutes yet, but you were getting bored. And certainly impatient. You quickly crossed the bar and knocked on the door to the bathroom.

“It´s me”, you said before knocking again.

The door swung open just as you had raised your hand to knock a third time. Gwilym appeared behind it, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Eager?”, he snickered, gesturing for you to come in. He locked the door behind you.

“Can´t wait to pretend to have Ben´s cock in my mouth”, you said, turning to Ben just in time to see his eyes widen before he cleared his throat and composed himself. It felt really empowering to have him get all flustered.

“So how are we doing this then?”, you asked. You noticed Ben was still fully clothed.

“Just kneel in front of Ben and I´ll take a photo from behind”, Gwilym said, moving his hand as he spoke to show you how he wanted it to look.

You nodded and sank to your knees in front of Ben. You gulped when you were met by his clad crotch, desperately wanting to reach out and touch him. Instead, you looked up at Ben and gave him a smile.

You could hear Gwilym snap a few photos behind Ben before cursing.

“It doesn´t look right”, he mumbled, apparently studying the photo on his phone.

“Maybe if Ben´s pants are pushed down?”, you suggested. You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction. You could see him take in a deep breath, his cheeks flush, before nodding to let you know it was ok.

“Yeah, try that”, Gwilym said.

You pulled Ben´s t-shirt out of his trousers, feeling his hot skin against your fingertips as you moved. You could see a strip of his toned stomach accompanied by a trail of hair as you lifted it, probably higher than strictly necessary, before moving down to work on his button. You popped it open before sliding the zipper down. Your fingers brushed against his boxers, and you swore you could feel his cock stir slightly beneath your touch. Warmth rose to your cheeks.

You reached around and pulled his pants down just slightly, doing the same at the front. The thin material of his boxers was all that was covering his cock. His cock that was definitely semi-hard.

“Hmm, doesn´t look right. Can you pull his boxers down just a little, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked from behind Ben.

Ben nodded when you looked up at him for consent, causing you to relax a little bit. Just a little though, because as you pulled his white Calvin Klein’s down you could see the neatly trimmed patch of hair that was centering around the base of his cock. Even though you could only see the first inch of it, you could tell he was well equipped.

“Yeah that´s it. Lean in a little closer and we´re good, darling”

You took a deep breath and leaned in, closing your eyes in the process. You were so close. You could just poke your tongue out, pull his boxers further down, do literally anything you wanted. But you couldn’t. You wanted to, but that would be taking advantage of the situation.

“Got it”, Gwilym said, excitement evident in his voice.

You opened your eyes and pulled away just as Ben placed his boxers back in place. They were definitely tighter than what they were a minute ago, causing you to smirk. So you had the same effect on him as they did. Good to know.

The photo did turn out great. It was totally believable. You wanted to ask Gwilym if he could send it to you but figured that would seem to desperate. It didn´t really matter though, you still had the clear image of Ben´s crotch mere centimeters from your face. It was a mental image you used several times over the next couple of days, and even weeks, when you were alone with your toys.

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The three of you had left France a couple of days later. It was a good trip, it really was. You got to see some beautiful views. Both in public and in private. The image of Gwilym so close to your heat and Ben´s cock so close to your face left you flustered at the most inappropriate times. Especially the fact that you knew Ben got hard from having you pretend to suck him off. It definitely made you more confident. And arguably flirtier.

You were mostly able to keep your filthy thoughts at bay, but when you opened the door to the waiting cab and saw Ben and Gwilym once again dressed smart, you immediately felt a rush of excitement rush to rest between your legs. Your panties definitely already damp. This would be a long tennis match.

“Hi, boys”, you greeted and slid into the seat beside Gwilym. Ben had once again gone for the white t-shirt tucked into dress pants look, but this time the suit was pink. He kept his blazer open. His trousers cut a bit short to show off his black boots. He looked good. Really good. You hadn´t really seen him in pink before, but he could definitely pull it off.

Gwilym had put on a subtler outfit. His trousers were a deep navy color, of course a little too short this time too. His ankles on show. Oh god you had to take a deep breath. His white button down was slightly open, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his tanned chest and the hair covering it. Gwilym had trimmed his beard, rocking a stubble rather than a full-blown beard this time. You could see the hair had begun to transition into grey, but somehow it just made him even hotter. You definitely had a thing for older guys.

Their hair was of course styled to perfection again, although you were pretty sure they could have rocked up with bed hair and every girl in a mile´s distance would swoon.

“Looking good, love. 10/10 would bang”, Ben said with a wink. You rolled your eyes. The phrase had become an inside joke between the three of you.

“You wish, Jonesy”, you mumbled, putting on your seatbelt.

“Oh he does”, Gwilym said, nudging Ben´s side.

“Like you don´t”, Ben said. He raised his eyebrow at the brunette.

You laughed it off, knowing they were just joking. Or at least they probably were. Right? You were suddenly way too aware of how close you were. Your thighs were pressed up against Gwilym´s, his body heat radiating to yours.

The rest of the ride to Wimbledon was spent catching up on each other´s lives. You were definitely part of the conversation, but your eyes kept drifting down to Gwilym´s thigh. Over to Ben´s. Your panties completely ruined by this point.

“Can you take a photo of us, Y/N?”, Ben asked before the match started. He wanted another one for his grid probably. They had uploaded some of the pictures from your France trip, which reminded you of the nights spent alone each time you opened Insta.

“No, take it yourself. I´m not pretending to work for you anymore”, you said, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping back into your seat. You were so frustrated you couldn´t help but act a little bit rude.

“Geez what´s gotten into you today?”, he said, nudging your side with his elbow. You shot him a glare.

“Just take a selfie mate, Y/N´s probably on her period”, Gwilym said.

“I am not”, you mumbled, watching as Ben flipped the camera on his phone. He did this weird thing with his mouth and gave the camera his finger. You knew he intended it for you, but it didn´t get you mad. In fact, it had the exact opposite effect. You couldn’t help but imagine that thick finger somewhere else. Ok so maybe you did get a little bit mad, but only because it made you even hornier.

Honestly, you couldn´t care less about the actual tennis match, you were here for the free booze. And maybe to gauge at men in suits. However, there was only two men that caught your eye. Which was why you kept looking over at them throughout the match, your sunglasses thankfully keeping them from knowing.

Each time one of them would lean in to whisper something in your ear you would tense up and feel goosebumps form on your skin. You were so horny, your period due in a couple of days. Why were tennis matches this long? All you wanted to do was go home and get into bed with your vibrator. But, no such luck.

You were almost asleep by the time both Ben and Gwilym stood up to cheer the winner on. You stumbled to your feet and politely clapped your hands, mentally thanking the gods that you were finally able to go home.

“Want to come with us back to mine, Y/N?”, Gwilym asked as you made your way through the crowd and towards the waiting cab. You groaned.

“I´m really tired”, you lied. You weren´t tired, you were horny. You needed a release soon or you were sure you were going to drown in a puddle of your own excitement.

“Come on, we´re going to facetime Joe and order a pizza”, Ben said, nudging your side. “You know you want to”

“I don’t know”, you said, giving the driver a smile for opening the door for you.

“We promise it will be worth it”, Gwilym said with a look that could only be described as mischievous. There was something about it that swayed you. Something so mysterious, you eventually agreed.

What you didn´t expect however, was the suggestion they made after you had finished eating. You stood in front of the two boys in Gwilym´s bedroom, your eyes drifting back and forth between them.

“You want us all to have sex? And film it all and send it to Joe?”, you asked, not really believing the words that had come out of Ben´s mouth. You hoped he meant it though. God you wanted to.

“Well yeah, that pretty much sums it up”, Gwilym said, shrugging. Ben had spent a good few minutes trying to tell you what they wanted to do, stuttering his way through. It was kind of cute really.

“Uh, sure”, you said. This was definitely something you wanted. It wasn´t just a spur of the moment kind of thing. The week away with Ben and Gwilym had reminded you just how hot you found both of them and besides, you were all consenting adults so there was really nothing wrong with it. Well maybe except for the part that you would basically be live-streaming the entire thing.

“We need you to be sure, Y/N”, Ben said, apparently having composed himself. His cheeks were still blotchy though.

“I guess”

“Come on. Yes or no, darling”, Gwilym said. He took a step towards you, boring his blue eyes into yours. There was something so different about this time. It would be for real. There would be no pretending. You would have them both in the bed. Naked.

“Yes”, you said, no doubt in your mind.

“Good, maybe we should reenact the photos but this time”, Ben said, stepping closer so he could lean down to whisper in your ear, “You´ll actually have your lips around my cock”

A shiver ran down your shine at his words, and if it weren´t for Gwilym reaching out to grab your waist you were pretty sure you would have collapsed right then and there.

“You would like that, wouldn´t you, darling?”, Gwilym asked. His voice was low and raspy, the vibrations going straight to your heat. They hadn´t even touched you and you were completely putty at their feet.

“Need you to use your words for us, love”, Ben said. He leant down to press his lips to the spot just below your ear lobe, the spot that always drove you crazy. You could even feel him smirk against your skin, clearly happy with having found it right away. His tiny stubble felt rough against your skin as he nibbled and sucked small bites onto your neck. A moan fell from your lips at the tingling sensation. The same tingling you felt in your panties.

“Oh, she likes that, Ben. Better keep it up”, Gwilym said. “Come on, talk to us, Y/N”

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Ben”, you whined, arching into his touch. Feeling Gwilym´s warm hand on the small of your back.

“Mhm, and?”, Gwilym asked.

“God, I want you so bad”, you said, “Please”

“Hmm, that´s it, darling”, he cooed, pulling you away from Ben. You whined at the loss of contact, but the whine was quickly replaced by a moan as Gwilym pressed his lips to yours. His hands snaked up your waist, pulling you close to his body. The kiss was intense, his tongue immediately pressing into your mouth. Your teeth were clashing, his grip on your waist tightening.

You reached out to wrap your hands around his neck. You were desperate to have him even closer. Yet, the only thing that was separating the two of you were your clothes. You pulled back and started unbuttoning Gwilym´s shirt.

“Someone´s eager”, Ben chuckled, watching from the bed. You hadn´t even noticed that he had moved, too preoccupied with the kiss.

“Wait”, Gwilym said, putting his hands over yours. They were hot. And big. Holy shit. “If we´re recreating the photos, then I think you need to lie down”

Oh. You liked where this was going. A lot. The mere memory of Gwilym´s beard against your inner thighs enough to have you clench your thighs together for some sort of friction.

“Would you like that, love? Do you want Gwil to make you cum with his mouth? Maybe his long fingers too?”, Ben asked, grinning when you turned around and let out the most desperate whimper you´ve ever made. They really had you wrapped around their finger.

“I thought so, come on. Let´s get you undressed”, he continued. Ben twirled his finger so you would turn around before rising to his feet. Your eyes locked on Gwilym´s as you felt Ben´s warm fingers slowly glide the zipper of your dress down your back. His curls tickled your skin as he placed kisses along the newly exposed skin. Nibbling slightly as the zipper reached its end just above your ass.

Gwilym stepped closer and tugged the material down over your hips and legs, exposing your rather unflattering underwear. You cursed yourself for having opted for those no visible panty line ones, and a washed-out bra, but by the hungry look in Gwilym´s eyes you figured they couldn´t really care less.

You felt Ben´s fingers on your back again, lingering just beside the clasp of your bra. His breath hot on your neck.

“Can I take this off, love?”, Ben asked, tugging at the material. You leant into his touch, just needing to have him close. To have them both close.

“Please”, you said, the word almost came out as a whimper at this point. You could hear Ben chuckle behind you, obviously aware of the effect they had on you. And loving every second of it.

Ben snapped your bra open before reaching out and sliding the straps down your arms. You could see Gwilym´s eyes darken in front of you as he took in your naked torso.

“Mmm, I´ve thought about these for so long, darling”, he half growled. Gwilym reached out to cup your tits in his warm hands, skillful fingers tweaking your nipples. Ben wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, his lips finding your neck again. You could feel his erection pressing into your backside. It was almost too much. They were everywhere. Your pussy was aching to be touched, ever pull and squeeze of your breasts sending waves of pleasure straight down to your soaked panties.

Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the soft curve of your breasts, sucking and nibbling lightly on the skin before making his way to your hard nipple. He wrapped his lips around the nub and flicked his tongue over it. Humming against your skin as he heard your moans. You pulled at Ben´s hair behind you with one hand, the other clawing and Gwilym´s back.

You were just about to tell Gwilym that you needed more when you felt Ben´s hand slide down to your panties. He dipped his fingers into the fabric and pressed them against your aching clit. You moaned in pleasure, leaning all your body weight onto him.

“Bloody hell, love. You´re completely soaked”, Ben said, pulling his fingers out. You wanted to scream in frustration at the loss of contact. You just needed to cum.

Ben brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. A small groan escaped his lips.

“Does she taste good?”, Gwilym asked, pulling away from your nipple. Now none of them were touching you where you wanted them. You tried to shoot them an angry look, but it just turned out desperate.

“Tnaaw, do you want us to keep touching you, darling?”, Gwilym cooed. He placed a finger under your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. They flickered with lust, almost making your knees give out.

“You have to be patient, love”, Ben said. He dipped his fingers back into your panties for a brief second, making you cry out in frustration, before bringing them up to Gwilym´s lips. The taller man sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“Please”, you whined, desperately trying to get their attention off of each other and onto you. “I just need to cum”

“Do you now?”, Gwilym teased, finally looking down at you. He raised his eyebrow in amusement. Not that you found the situation funny. At all.

“Yes”, you said. You reached down to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“I thought we were going to reenact the photo, darling? I need you to lie on the bed for that”, he said, watching your fingers move.

“You had your shirt off in the photo”, you mumbled, sighing when you got them all unbuttoned. You could hear both boys laugh as you slid the material off Gwilym´s shoulders, your eyes raking over his torso.

“Ah that´s true, darling”, Gwilym said, winking, “Speaking off, will you set up your phone, Ben? I´ll take care of Y/N in the meantime”

The look Gwilym sent you sent shivers down your back. He pulled you closer to his body, his hands finding your waist and his lips yours. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking you to open up for him. But you didn´t have to do anything, his hands slid down to your ass and you couldn´t help but moan into Gwilym´s mouth, which he took as an opportunity to press his tongue through.

You could faintly hear Ben setting up things in the corner, but you were far too focused on the way Gwilym´s fingers almost dug into your ass as he squeezed your cheeks, how his bulge pressed into your front through his pants. How his lips felt against yours. His beard on your skin.

Gwilym´s fingers hooked into the material of your panties, playing with it for a few seconds before sliding them down your legs. You stepped out and looked up at the man in front of you. Completely naked. Exposed.

Gwilym was smirking.

“What a view, darling”, he said, voice low. “Lie down”

You walked backwards until the back of your knees his bed before sitting down and scooting up the bed. Your hands brushed against something, and you turned around to find Ben sitting at the headboard. Oh. You hadn´t noticed him moving. And certainly not that he was shirtless too.

“What about Joe?”, you asked, not seeing his phone. Ben grinned and nodded towards the dresser. You could just about see the outline of your bodies on the bed on the screen of his phone. This was actually happening. Joe was going to see you get fucked by Ben and Gwil. You felt a rush of excitement at the thought.

“Come on, lean against me”, Ben said, opening his legs. You positioned your body between then and leant back into his chest. You could hear his heart-beat against your skin, his erection poking into your lower back.

The feeling of Gwilym´s hands on your knees pulled your attention away from Ben.

“Hmm, this view is even better”, he mumbled as he slowly pulled your knees apart. Gwilym leant down to press his lips to the inside of your knee, making his way downwards at an agonizingly slow speed. His hair tickled your skin, his beard scratching it. Your senses were in overdrive, your mouth dry from being open.

You whined and leant further into Ben´s chest, closing your eyes in a mixture of frustration and pleasure. What made it even worse was that you could feel Gwilym smirking against your skin. That smug fucker.

“Stop teasing Gwil”, you whined, bucking your hips in an attempt to meet his face. However, he pulled back.

“I seem to remember me kissing you right here”, he said, leaning in and pressing his lips just outside your folds. Exactly the spot where his lips had been the last time.

“That looks about right”, Ben spoke above you. The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck off”, you mumbled. Pissed.

Gwilym shot you a wink before pressing a kiss just beside your clit. Finally, he let his lips graze the sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucked it gently into his mouth before pulling back, enjoying the moans and whimpers that left your mouth, the pleasure he brought you.

Ben slid his hands around your waist before moving them up to cup your breasts, his lips finding your neck again.

You bucked into Gwilym, reaching down to tug at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and sucked harder. He alternated between flattening his tongue against your clit and taking it into his mouth.

“You´re so wet for us, darling”, Gwilym cooed. His lips left your clit to drag his tongue through your folds, collecting your excitement. His tongue nudging the sensitive bud with each lick. The sensation mixed with his beard constantly rubbing your skin raw and Ben´s skilled finger on your nipples, was almost enough to bring you to an orgasm. But you needed more.

“I need your fingers, Gwil”, you whined, tugging harder at his hair. Gwilym looked up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Need? That´s a bit of a harsh word, Y/N”, he teased. He licked your clit with the very tip of his tongue, sending bolt after bolt of electricity throughout your body. You groaned in frustration.

“Fucking hell, Gwil. Can you please just finger me?”, you asked.

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely, darling”

Gwilym moved on of his hands from your thighs to run two fingers through your folds. He made sure they were completely covered in your wetness before he pressed them against your entrance. His blue eyes met yousr again as he looked up at you, seeking consent. You eagerly nodded your head, feeling his fingers already stretching you. It was nothing compared to when he actually slid them inside though. His fingers were so long, so thick, it almost made you see stars.

He curled them expertly against your g-spot and started rubbing it. God that man knew what he was doing. You arched into his touch, the top of your back digging into Ben´s chest while his fingers played with your nipples.

It was too much, the pleasure in the pit of your stomach building at a rapid pace. You could feel the familiar tightening, the tingle threatening to boil over. Exactly what you had craved all day.

What really pushed you up to the edge however, was when Gwilym leant down again and wrapped his lips around your clit. His tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves, his fingers nudging your g-spot.

“Are you going to cum, love?”, Ben asked against your neck. He had probably made several hickeys on your skin by this point but you couldn´t care less. You were far too focused on your incoming high.

“Y-yes”, you whined, “Fuck I´m gon-I´m gonna-“

You didn´t even get to finish your sentence before absolute euphoria took over your body. Wave after wave crashed over you, the tight tingles caressing every inch, every nerve of your being.

Gwilym guided you through it while Ben held you still, trying to stop your shaking thighs.

“That´s so much better than what I´ve imagined”, Gwilym said after you had come down. He retracted his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. You watched him with dopey eyes, trying to regain your breath from the intense orgasm.

“Y-You´ve imagined it?”, you asked.

“Of course, darling. What do you think I did after we took that photo in France?”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Got me so hard”

“Me too”, Ben chimed in, giggling against your neck. You suddenly felt way too hot all over. You pushed off of Ben´s chest and sat between the two men.

“You guys actually jerked off after that?”, you asked. They both looked at each other before nodding. “Then why the hell did we wait until now to do this? I was so horny”

“Oh I know you were”, Gwilym said with a wink. Right, he had gotten your wetness all over his chin when he kissed your inner-thigh. You squirmed at the thought.

“To be honest, I didn´t believe Gwil when he told me you had gotten wet from us. But when you were on your knees in front of me I couldn´t think of anything else”, Ben said.

“So that´s why you got hard?”, you asked.

“Yeah”, Ben half-laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Couldn´t help it, you looked so hot”

“Want to see me actually giving you head?”, you asked, taking your chance.

Ben´s eyes went wide at your abrupt question. You could see blood rush to his cheeks as he stuttered for a reply.

“G-God yes”, he said. Ben reached for his trousers, immediately undoing them and pulling them his legs. You were once again met with the view of his boxers, but this time they were significantly more tented.

“Someone´s eager”, Gwilym chuckled, from behind you. He went to sit down on the bed, watching you lean over in front of Ben.

You let your fingers graze over his bulge while you pressed kisses to his lower stomach. Ben´s breathing had already increased, his hops bucking into your touch. Man was he impatient.

“Relax, Ben”, you said, moving your lips to the waistband of his boxers. You pulled them down slightly, just like you had in the picture. The base of his cock was even thicker now, his cock stretching the fabric of his boxers. Your mouth watered.

You pressed a kiss to the very base of his cock, letting your tongue dart out and wet the area. The whimper that left Ben´s mouth was all the encouragement you needed to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang out and stood at full attention in front of you. There were a few thick veins going from the base all the way to his head. A steady stream of small pre-cum drops oozing from the slit. You smiled and licked your lips.

You looked up at Ben to gauge his reaction as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You could feel the blood pump through it. The skin soft despite him being rock hard.

Ben´s eyes were trained on your every move, his bottom lip between his teeth. His cheeks all blotchy with arousal. Just beside him was Gwilym, sitting and watching you hover over Ben´s cock. You sent him a wink before turning your attention back to the blonde in front of you.

You leant down to swipe your tongue over the slit, feeling the salty taste of his clear pre-cum coat your mouth. You could tell Ben was getting impatient, but you wanted to take your time. This was something you had imagined doing for so long.

“Please, Y/N. Do something”, Ben whined, reaching down to grab your head.

You hummed in amusement, slowly letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head. You coated it in your spit, gently pressing kisses here and there. Ben yelped when you kissed the string just below your head, making you grin. You had him completely at your mercy.

Deciding you had teased him enough, you wrapped your lips around the head and slowly started bobbing. Your lips created a delicious friction against the tip, your hand slowly starting to work his shaft. Ben kept trying to push you further down, but you shot him a warning look.

You sped up your movement slightly, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. Your tongue was resting against the bottom of his cock, dragging against the string with every bob of your head.

You could tell Ben was getting close by the way his hips thrusted up into your mouth slightly, the moans and whimpers leaving his mouth at a higher frequency.

“Are you going to cum, Ben?”, you asked, pulling off of his head with a bop. He let out a long whine at the loss of contact, left with only your hand working his shaft at a slow speed.

“I was so c-close”, he whined, “Please, love. Just let me cum”

“Not yet”, you said. You let his cock fall against his stomach as you sat back on your knees.

“Can I fuck you then?”, he asked.

“I think you need a few minutes to calm down, mate. Don´t want to bust in a few seconds, do you?”, Gwilym asked. He stood from the bed and started to unbutton his pants. His fingers were quick to get them open, and you watched in awe as he pulled them down his long legs along with his boxers. His cock was a little bit bigger than Ben´s. The head red and angry from being neglected.

“Sit and watch me fuck her. You´ll get your turn”, Gwilym said, kneeling on the bed. He waved you over with his fingers, and your body moved on pure instinct. Driven by lust. Your eyes trained on his cock. Your mind racing with what you were about to do, another wave of wetness pooling at your entrance.

“I´m going to take you from behind, darling. Let me know if it´s too much or if you want me to stop, ok?”, Gwilym asked. His eyes were dark and laced with lust.

“Y-yes”, you said, turning around so your ass was right in front of him. Gwilym groaned at the sight as you leant your weight onto your elbows, wiggling your ass in front of him. His hands found your cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh. Just like he did earlier, only this time he held you even harder.

One of his hands left your cheek before a sharp sting from a slap shot up your body. You yelped in surprise.

“Is this ok?”, Gwilym asked, massaging the spot where he just slapped you.

“Fuck yes”, you moaned. The slight sting went straight to your heat, making you clench around thin air. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Gwil can you please ju- Oh my god”

Gwilym had grabbed his cock and slowly pressed it into your heat. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag against your walls as he came to a halt inside. Your wetness made an excellent lube, making you feel nothing but absolute bliss of being full. He stretched you just right, your walls clamping down on his cock. A grunt leaving Gwilym´s lips with every squeeze.

“Fucking hell your cunt is so perfect, darling. I feel you hugging me just right. Is it alright if I move?”, he asked.

“God yes”, you whined, already feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten.

Gwilym pulled back slowly before slamming back in, almost making you lose your balance. His balls slapped against your clit with every trust, creating the little friction needed. He somehow had gotten the perfect angle, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot with his every move. Bringing you closer and closer.

“I can see my cock slide into your wet cunt”, Gwilym mumbled, mostly to himself as his eyes were trained on the spot where you were connected.

You looked up to see Ben had grabbed his phone, apparently getting a few close-up shots of you being fucked. His hand slowly working his cock. You tried to make a sultry look at the camera, but it turned into a grimace of pleasure as Gwilym´s hand came down on your ass. Hard. You were sure there was going to be bruises there the next day, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You clenched around Gwilym, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Are you going to cum again, darling? I feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck it feels so fucking good”, Gwilym growled, picking up his speed. His hips stuttering slightly as he felt his own high build.

You responded with a whine, burying your head into the mattress. A hard slap across your ass-cheek made you scream.

“Use your fucking words, Y/N”, Gwilym commanded, giving your ass another slap.

“Shit I´m sorry. Y-yes, I´m so fu-fucking close, Gwil”, you moaned. “Ca-can you, fuck, I need your fingers too”

Gwilym hummed, perching himself on his feet to drive into your harder. He almost pushed you into the mattress with how hard he was fucking you. The knot in your stomach started unraveling the second his fingers pressed against your clit. He didn´t even have to rub, the pressure enough to push you over the edge.

You screamed his name in pleasure as you orgasm hit you like a freight train. Bolts after bolts of absolute euphoria took over your entire body, your legs shaking and your mouth falling open as you rode out your high. Your walls clamping down on Gwilym´s cock.

“Bloody hell, darling, I´m so close. Can I cum inside you?”, Gwilym asked once you came down, his voice strained from holding back his own orgasm.

“Please”, was all you managed to get out, your whole body spent and ready for him. You squeezed your walls around Gwilym´s cock one final time before you felt the familiar warm feeling of cum coating your insides. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock as Gwilym buried himself balls deep. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there were going to be prints permanently embedded into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot”, Ben mumbled, eyes wide as he watched Gwilym empty himself inside you. His own cock twitching in his hand.

“Fuck that was amazing”, Gwilym groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum pool at your entrance. He leant down to press a kiss to the raw mark on your cheek, soothing the burn just a little bit. “You did so good for me, darling”

“Do you think you can take another one, love?”, Ben asked, handing his phone off to Gwilym. “We don´t have to”

There was a concerned look on Ben´s face as he took in your exhausted form. You had faceplanted onto the mattress, desperately trying to catch your breath. You tilted your head to look at him. His cock was positively aching in front of you, the head leaking. The sight made your clit twitch. Your eyes travelled up his body, over his muscular stomach and up to his bright eyes.

“I want to, Ben”, you said with a smile. And it wasn´t a lie. You were craving another orgasm. Especially when you saw the way his face lit up. You rolled over and spread your legs, shuddering slightly as the cold air hit your wet pussy. “But you´re going to have to put in the work”

“That I can do, love”, he said with a grin, quickly moving over to position himself between your thighs. You could hear Gwilym move to sit at the headboard, but all your attention was on the blonde man in front of you.

Ben grabbed his cock and dragged it through your folds, apologizing when the head grazed your clit and you yelped from over-sensitivity. His entire upper body was red and blotchy, a vein in his forehead popping out as he positioned himself at your entrance. Ben placed his hands on either side of your body, drew in a harsh breath and slowly pushed in. You gasped at the sensation of being filled again, being stretched.

You grabbed onto Ben´s forearms as he pushed all the way in, digging your nails into his skin. Sure to leave small pink marks. God you wanted this so bad.

“J-just fuck me, Ben. Please”, you whined, hooking your legs around his waist. Ben chuckled and started moving his hips, pulling out before thrusting back in. His cock dragged against your walls, making you whimper and cling onto him for dear life.

Ben leant over and pressed his lips to your neck, putting his entire body weight into his thrusts, pinning you underneath him as he drove into you.

The knot in your lower stomach had already started to tighten, the sensitivity from your other orgasms bringing you close in a matter of minutes. By the way Ben was breathing heavily through his nose as he nibbled at your neck you were sure he was close to.

You looked down to see his cock slide into your heat, making you groan in pleasure. The sounds of wet skin against skin filling the air.

“Please tell me you´re close, love. I don´t think I´m going to last”, Ben whined, pulling back from your neck to look into your eyes. A wave of tingles shot up your back, making you clench around his cock. Ben groaned in pleasure from the tightness. God, he looked so pretty like this, his pink lip between his teeth. You reached out to pull it out before pulling his face to yours, pressing your lips against his.

Ben moaned into the kiss, speeding up his movements as he felt his balls draw up. It was all too much. Ben´s lips against yours, his cock nudging your g-spot, his heavy weight on top of you. How hot he was.

“I-I´m going to, shit I´m going to cum, Ben”, you whined against his lips. You moved one hand up to his hair to tug at his curls, completely burying your fingers in his golden locks.

You came. Hard. Your mouth fell open against his as pleasure shot up your spine and out to your fingertips. The delicious tight tingle spread across your stomach, your pussy clamping down on Ben´s cock. Milking him for all he was worth.

It took all Ben´s strength to hold out until you were done, but the second you came down he pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock. He jerked himself off, moaning when the first spurt of hot cum shot out to coat your chest. The white liquid painted your breasts, making a right mess. Not that you cared, Ben looked ridiculously hot with his hand wrapped around himself, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

“You better clean up this mess, Jonesy”, you teased once he came down.

Ben let out an exhausted chuckle, falling back on his knees.

“Just give me two seconds, love”, he said, trying to steady his breath.

“One, two”, you said, giggling. You felt almost high from the post orgasm bliss.

“Fuck off”, Ben mumbled.

You could hear the tell-tale sound of a video ending, causing you to look over to Gwilym. He fiddled with Ben´s phone for a few seconds before meeting your eyes.

“The video is currently on its way to Joe´s phone. Pretty sure he´ll believe us this time”, he said, tossing the phone to the side. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and handed it over to you with a kind smile. A harsh contrast to the way he was slapping and pounding into you earlier. You could definitely said slaps on your bottom as you wiped Ben´s cum off your chest, your ass stinging as you moved.

Deciding the tissue wasn´t doing much for the sticky mess, you stood up and walked on shaky legs over to the bathroom. You got out a washcloth and wet it before running it over your skin. You wiped away Gwilym´s and yours cum from your heat too, hissing when your fingers brushed your sensitive clit.

After using the toilet and washing your hands, you walked back into Gwilym´s bedroom to find both boys fast asleep on the bed. Completely naked. You couldn´t help the smile that crept onto your face. They sure were cute. And amazing in bed too.

You were just about to slide into bed yourself when you saw your phone light up with a notification. Turning it on, you saw a single text from Joe. Your heart raced as you unlocked it, your mouth falling open as you read the four words. You´re mine. Just mine, it said.

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Secrets Best Shared

Summary: Geralt finds Jaskier and Yennefer’s sex channel and succumbs to temptation

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern AU, Sex Work, Pegging, Sex Toys, Rough Sex, Bottom!Jaskier, Past Yenralt, Getting Together Geraskier, Fuck Buddies Yennskier

Words: 3150

A/N: it was supposed to be a pwp and i guess it still kinda is but

(also!! here is the artwork that helped inspire extra scenes!!)

AO3

It had been a lazy afternoon.

By lazy, it meant that Geralt was laying on his bed, trying to think of something to do until he resorted to looking up porn on his computer.

So here he was, scrolling through the featured videos, looking for nothing in particular. There were so many to choose from and yet nothing piquing his interest as he went to the next page. He wasn’t sure what he was craving. Something out of the ordinary perhaps. Geralt glanced through the ongoing list of videos only to pause when one stared him dead in the eye. Or rather, Yennefer did.

Geralt was no stranger to Yennefer’s sex work, but he didn’t know she was uploading videos as well. Against his better judgement he clicked on the video and let out a sigh as he waited for the video to load.

They had been friends, they had been exes, and now they were somewhere in between. If either wanted sex, they could call each other up, but to be romantically involved had been out of the question since their official break-up.

Yennefer smiled at the camera, adjusting it as she only kept her face in the frame. Geralt tried not to think of what could happen next, where this could go and his jaw went slack when Yennefer stepped back from the camera.

A large strap-on was attached to her waist, but she wore nothing else, turning to the side to show her body to the camera. On the bed behind her was a man, writhing in the sheets and his ass plugged with some kind of toy. Yennefer went over to the man and slowly pulled out the toy, the man’s legs shaking as she did so.

“So good for me, Dandelion,” she purred.

Geralt froze, now realizing just whose ass he was looking at. Heat rushed up to his face, but he couldn’t look away as Yennefer repositioned Jaskier. The camera now held a view of Jaskier on all fours as Yennefer moved to the other side of the bed, standing behind him. She prodded the strap-on at his hole and Jaskier’s head tipped forward a low moan leaving him.

For a moment, Geralt was sure he was dreaming. Yes, Yennefer and Jaskier had grown close over the years, but never did Geralt expect this. He wasn’t offended by any means. In fact, to see Jaskier like this, submitting and wanting, sent a rush to Geralt’s dick.

He tried to fight it, but as Yennefer pushed into Jaskier and Jaskier cried out, gripping at the sheets, Geralt gave in. Unzipping his trousers, Geralt pulled his dick out and began pumping it in time with Yennefer’s thrusts. With all the prep, it didn’t take long for Yennefer to really slam into Jaskier, making him moan and gasp every time she hit his prostate. Jaskier begged for release and Geralt couldn’t blink away the thought of Jaskier underneath him. If only he could commit the same acts, to have Jaskier moaning for him. As Jaskier’s cries grew louder, Geralt’s hand sped up and he bit back a moan as Jaskier spilled onto the bed. Geralt’s orgasm followed soon after, coating his hand as he milked himself dry.

Yennefer gently pulled out of Jaskier, then going over to the camera with a sly grin. The last thing Geralt saw was Yennefer waving at the camera before shutting it off, leaving Geralt to stare at a dark screen.

He was screwed.

Geralt’s friendship with Jaskier had been interesting to say the least.

Somehow Jaskier had wiggled into his life and Geralt eventually found in time that he never wanted Jaskier to leave.

Jaskier was affectionate with him, as he was with all his friends, but Geralt liked to imagine it was just for him alone. When Jaskier was sleepy and would rest his head on Geralt’s shoulder, the nimble fingers brushing along his arm, even the moments Jaskier would give him a small kiss on the cheek as they said their goodbyes.

Geralt had thought to ask Jaskier out time and time again, but he didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Whatever their thing was.

However, with the new revelation–that Jaskier and Yennefer made porn videos together–Geralt wasn’t sure what he’d say the next time he saw the both of them. He couldn’t outright let them know he watched a video of theirs. Well, more like several. Not that Geralt was counting.

Geralt had clicked the subscribe button before he realized what he was doing and let himself be sucked into the black hole that was Yennefer and Jaskier’s channel. Geralt soon found that Jaskier was the main star, getting pegged by Yennefer, solo masturbation, even live shows where Yennefer was nowhere to be found.

If there was something between Yennefer and Jaskier, they were going about it quite secretly and Geralt’s curiosity became insatiable.

Which was how he found himself here on another lonely night, clicking on a particularly interesting video. The caption left little to the imagination as the preview image called out to Geralt like a siren song. Geralt had been at the receiving end of Yennefer’s dominance many wonderful times and the ribbon tied around Jaskier’s wrists said it all.

With soft, sensual touches, Yennefer and Jaskier melded into each other, working around their lingerie outfits. While Yennefer filled out her corset with an elegant confidence, Jaskier’s lingerie spread across his skin like silken sheets. Geralt’s fingers twitched as he imagined running his own hands along Jaskier’s thinly veiled body, to soak in every muscle and curve.

As Yennefer slid her way down to Jaskier’s cock, Jaskier gasped, his back arching, but his hands never leaving their silent position above his head. The ribbon tightened just so and Geralt was sure the sensation of it was what pulled another moan out of Jaskier. Just as before, Geralt gave in to his impulses as he slowly stroked his cock, pretending these two were putting on a show just for him. If only it was that simple. If only that was true. Before Geralt had time to work himself into a stupor over the very thought, Yennefer and Jaskier grabbed his attention again with soft gasps intermingled with the occasional breath of a laugh.

Yennefer teased Jaskier some more, rubbing his cock through the fabric of the panties, but never giving him the satisfaction of freeing him. Jaskier squirmed underneath her touch, small pleas leaving his mouth while Yennefer only smirked in response.

She pulled down the panties just enough to expose his rear, but not enough to uncloth his cock. With an abrupt force, she pushed Jaskier’s legs back until he tucked his knees to his chest, her grin widening at Jaskier’s sharp inhale.

Yennefer then picked out an iridescent dildo that sat on a nearby nightstand, setting it down on the bed next to Jaskier before carefully lubing up her fingers. Geralt bit his lip, almost to the point of bleeding as he watched Yennefer stretch Jaskier open. Jaskier moaned wantonly, a composed song of desperation as each finger was added. When at last his body was easily taking four fingers, Yennefer pulled out, despite Jaskier’s protests and prodded the head of the dildo at his entrance.

Glancing down at himself, Geralt compared his cock to the dildo, curious as to what he would have to do if he had Jaskier all to himself. Of course, that seemed like an impossible dream and Geralt focused back on stroking himself as Yennefer pushed the dildo inside Jaskier.

The cry of pleasure from Jaskier was downright sinful and Geralt couldn’t fight back the small groan that left him. How wonderful it would be to make Jaskier sing like this for him. In a way, Geralt could pretend it was so, slowing down his fist to match Yennefer working Jaskier’s hole with the dildo. As Jaskier’s breaths evened, Yennefer pulled the dildo out until just the tip remained inside before slamming it back into him. Jaskier’s moan shot through the speakers of Geralt’s computer and right at Geralt’s cock, bringing him to a near orgasm at the very sound. As if he was being timed, Geralt furiously brought himself to completion and spilled all over his hand as he watched Yennefer fuck Jaskier with the dildo. With heaving breaths, Geralt watched, entranced, as Jaskier threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he succumbed to his orgasm.

A heavy swear left Geralt’s mouth then and he shut the laptop, throwing it to the side before burying his face in his pillows. He was a fool. Here he was falling head over heels for his best friend, but so heavily tinged in lust that Geralt worried actual love wasn’t there. Then, there was the situation with Yennefer. If Jaskier was happy with her, Geralt didn’t want to get in the way of that. However, he couldn’t deny the pull, this growing need to watch their videos to see Jaskier in this private, intimate way.

In the end, all he wanted was Jaskier, however he could have him.

So, when Jaskier texted him to hang out a few days later, Geralt jumped on the chance, despite his racing heart.

Jaskier came over, beaming at Geralt when he opened the door. The heat rushed to Geralt’s face and he tried to distract his mind from the images he had of Jaskier’s naked body.

“Finally the weekend,” Jaskier sighed as he sat himself down on the couch. “What should we do first? Movie? Make dinner?”

Geralt’s mind was on a singular track and he swallowed, trying to think of his reply to Jaskier’s question. Jaskier tilted his head, but when Geralt still hadn’t replied, a frown appeared on his face.

“Geralt? What’s wrong?” Jaskier got to his feet and approached Geralt.

Taking a step back, Geralt opened his mouth to say something, to reassure Jaskier all was well. “I found your channel,” was what came out instead.

Both men stopped then and Geralt screwed his eyes shut, ducking his head. If he could run from his own flat, he would.

“Oh, um…,” came Jaskier’s small reply.

Geralt dared to open his eyes, but he refused to look at Jaskier, holding a hand near his face.

“What do you think?” Jaskier asked.

Slowly lifting his head, Geralt’s eyebrows furrowed as he was met by a genuine look of curiosity. Jaskier had put his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched a little as he waited for Geralt’s answer.

“It’s…,” Geralt took a breath. “It’s good. I like it.”

“What about it do you like?” Jaskier pressed further.

Geralt steeled himself, not expecting Jaskier to keep the conversation going. There was no judgement in Jaskier’s eyes, nothing to indicate he was going to bolt out the door.

“You...you look like you really enjoy yourself,” Geralt answered honestly. “Anything you do, whether it’s by yourself or with Yennefer, you seem to have a good time.”

Jaskier laughed a little. “So, you’ve watched more than one video then.”

Geralt grunted, turning his gaze away from Jaskier. He didn’t know where this honesty was coming from, why he was letting Jaskier ask all these questions.

“Do you imagine yourself doing those things to me?”

Jaskier had somehow closed the gap between them, his hands playing with the hem of Geralt’s shirt. Geralt swallowed, his heart racing, as Jaskier looked up at him with bright, curious eyes.

“Yes,” Geralt breathed.

That one word was all it took for Jaskier to crash their mouths together, his tongue immediately pushing into Geralt’s. Geralt submitted easily, grabbing Jaskier by the hips and holding them right up against each other.

Jaskier moaned into Geralt’s mouth, grinding his half-hard cock against Geralt’s thigh. Geralt shifted his leg up, giving Jaskier more to rub against, relishing in the noises he pulled from Jaskier. He broke the kiss to suck at Jaskier’s neck, kissing the dark bruises he left behind.

Their shirts were practically torn off, thrown to the side, and Geralt lifted Jaskier up, letting Jaskier wrap his legs around his waist before heading to the bedroom. The path was tumultuous at best, Jaskier capturing Geralt’s mouth with his own, Geralt slamming Jaskier’s back against walls as their cocks ground together.

When at last they made it to the bedroom, Geralt threw Jaskier onto the bed, ridding him of his trousers and underwear. With Jaskier laid out naked before him, Geralt’s hunger only grew and he climbed on top of Jaskier, kissing a trail from his jaw down to his chest. Jaskier leaned into the touch, soft moans leaving him as Geralt circled his tongue around one of Jaskier’s nipples. Jaskier’s hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to send jolts up Geralt’s spine.

Moving from Jaskier’s chest, Geralt settled between his legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He kissed the insides of Jaskier’s thighs, sucking as Jaskier let out a small whine, trying to push his cock closer to Geralt’s mouth. Teasing him some more, Geralt mouthed along Jaskier’s hips, letting out a breath on the tip of Jaskier’s cock.

“Geralt,” Jaskier begged, hands fisting the sheets.

Finding a little mercy within himself, Geralt lapped at Jaskier’s cock at a slow pace. He licked from base to tip, the sound of Jaskier’s moan only encouraging him. He suckled at the head, watching as Jaskier wiggled, trying to push more of himself in. Having none of that, Geralt held Jaskier’s hips down as he lowered his mouth on Jaskier’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaskier threw his head back.

Geralt almost had all of Jaskier in his mouth and he relaxed his throat to take Jaskier to the hilt. The scream he received was glorious as Geralt pulled back just to make Jaskier cry out again.

“Geralt, I’m–” Jaskier began to stutter out, but it was too late.

He spilled into Geralt’s mouth, his hips thrusting against Geralt’s hold as Geralt swallowed every drop. Geralt pulled off Jaskier’s cock with an obscene suck and flipped Jaskier over, pulling him up onto his knees.

Jaskier breathed heavily, his upper body resting on the bed as his ass stuck up in the air. Pulling open a drawer at his bedside table, Geralt produced a bottle of lube, generously coating his fingers before pouring some over Jaskier’s hole.

Jaskier shivered as some of the lube trickled down, his voice strained as he chanted Geralt’s name over and over.

Geralt teased his finger at the rim, waiting until Jaskier nearly sobbed before pushing a finger in. Jaskier threw his head back, hips moving to take more of Geralt’s finger in. With a growl, Geralt wrapped a hand around Jaskier’s neck, pressing his chest against Jaskier’s back and pushing him against the bed. Jaskier gasped, eyes rolling back as he relished in the warmth of Geralt overtaking his senses.

Geralt stretched Jaskier open with two fingers, curling his fingers enough to make Jaskier whimper for him.

“More,” Jaskier gasped. “I need you, Geralt.”

Jaskier wasn’t quite ready, but Geralt graciously added a third finger. Jaskier’s shiver shook his own body and Geralt swallowed down his impatience. A babbling mess, Jaskier’s cries only grew louder before Geralt finally withdrew his fingers.

“Fucking finally,” Jaskier sighed as Geralt lined up his cock with Jaskier’s hole. “Gods, I’ve been dreaming about your cock.”

With an amused hum, Geralt leaned back, tracing a hand down Jaskier’s back. Biting back a groan, Geralt pushed all the way in and relished in the punched out gasp from Jaskier below him.

“For how long?” Geralt teased, letting Jaskier adjust to his girth.

A heavy breath left Jaskier and he wiggled his hips as if there was more of Geralt to take. “From the moment we first met.”

With a groan, Geralt pulled out just enough for his tip to stay in before slamming into Jaskier. A shout echoed around them and Geralt took Jaskier, slow and rough. Every noise pulled from Jaskier was ethereal, Geralt closing his eyes to memorize all that was Jaskier.

“If you don’t go faster, I’ll jerk myself off,” Jaskier interrupted Geralt’s thoughts through gritted teeth.

Grinning, Geralt moved away from Jaskier, teased him as he begged for Geralt to come back. Then, Geralt lifted Jaskier onto his lap, the two facing each other as he lowered Jaskier onto his cock. Using his kneeled position to his advantage, Geralt thrust sharply into Jaskier, holding him close as Jaskier’s arms flung around his shoulders.

“Geralt, I won’t last,” Jaskier moaned, rolling his hips with Geralt’s.

“Come for me, then,” Geralt whispered against Jaskier’s lips and crashed their mouths together.

Jaskier’s scream was lost in Geralt’s kiss, come splattering over both of their stomachs. Chasing his own release, Geralt spilled into Jaskier, biting down on Jaskier’s bottom lip. When their kiss broke, Geralt and Jaskier hugged each other close, thinking of nothing beyond their heavy breaths.

It was Jaskier who piped up first, inhaling sharply before beginning his speech.

“I suppose it’s been on your mind. I thought about it as we began to make out but I figured we’d talk about it later. Anyway, Yennefer and I aren’t together. I mean, if she asked me to marry her, I wouldn’t say no, but then we’d have to have you join our union too. It wouldn’t make sense to not have you there.”

Geralt blinked at this, his mind slowly catching up to Jaskier’s words. His eyebrows furrowed without meaning to, but Jaskier wasn’t deterred.

“She’s beautiful, witty, of course, but we just like to have our fun with the channel. That’s it,” Jaskier shrugged as if it was the simplest answer in the world. “Speaking of, you should be on the channel sometime. I think the fans would like you.”

It was then Geralt found the strength to breath again and he pursed his lips, his mind racing to find an answer. Any kind at all. The evening had been a whirlwind, leaving Geralt to pick up what had been strewn about.

“Well, if you want. No pressure,” Jaskier reassured with a small kiss on Geralt’s forehead.

The two pulled apart, helping clean the other off before laying down on the bed, limbs tangled together. The more Geralt thought about what he could do with Jaskier, the more he was warming up to the idea of being on the channel.

“Next Tuesday then?” Geralt found his voice at last, the corners of his mouth quirking just so.

Jaskier smiled bright and beautiful as he curled closer to Geralt, fingers dancing across Geralt’s chest. “I’ll pencil you in.”

“Hopefully, you’ll do more than that.”

The devilish grin from Jaskier sent a shiver down Geralt’s spine and he closed his eyes as Jaskier nipped and sucked at his neck. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

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