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fbfh · 1 month

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oh my gosh- i also love dance academy! i was wondering your thoughts on ethan karamakov as a bf? thank you!

OH FUCKING BOY. First of all, yes. Season 1 Ethan is very different from seasons 2 and 3 Ethan bc he actually had a shit load of character development. In general though, Ethan has had a lot of practice at getting girls to fall for him. like a lot. like a nauseating amount /j but there are two things that really set you apart from his past flings. first of all, you didn't start out as friends with Kat, Ethan met you on his own terms. second, you really didn't fall for a lot of his games like other girls have. similarly to Logan Huntzberger, he's surprised when you treat your relationship as casually as he does. he's intrigued even. but what really gets Ethan to wake the fuck up and realize what a catch you are, how much he likes you and wants to hold onto you, is when he realizes that you're seeing other people too. he sees some guy from third year that he doesn't really know that well chatting you up, touching your arm and making you laugh. and he does not like it. not one bit. so when you show up to workshop the dance he's been choreographing as promised Ethan simply cannot focus on the steps or what a perfect choice you are. he thinks he can keep it together, but he's already letting his feelings slip out when you're warming up.

"So, you and Darren, huh?"

he thinks it sounds casual enough, but you see right through him (which is one of the reasons you're so perfect for him) so of course you just laugh.

"Ethan Karamakov," you chuckle, looking up at him, "are you jealous?"

he gets all blustery and denies it, but by the time you're done going over the choreo he's insisting you both stop seeing other people, and planning a proper date to take you out on this weekend, and the rest is history. and let me tell you, even though this is his first proper relationship, Ethan falls hard and fast for you. he gets so invested in you, in being the best boyfriend he possibly can. He really, really wants to do a good job, and it shows. what Ethan starts to realize what he loves so much about you is that you really don't scare easy. you're such a stable, consistent presence in his life, and it's something that means more to him than he can even describe. he gets so scared that Natasha or his dad will scare you off, but not even his... interesting family can do that. and full disclosure, Kat will probably not like you much at first, only because she doesn't want to fall into the pattern of getting attached to one of Ethan's girlfriends then having them leave when he acts like an asshole. but once she sees that Ethan is actually trying, that he's trying to be a better boyfriend, better brother, better person, when Kat sees that it looks like you're actually around to stay and not going flake at the first sign of trouble???? Congradulations, you now have both of the Karamakov siblings attached to you at the hip. Kat will periodically requisition you for much needed spur of the moment girl's days/shopping sprees (usually when her mom flakes), so now it's Ethan's turn to find out what it feels like to be stood up for a date. you barely have time to explain when Kat takes your phone out of your hand.

"uh yeah, Ethan? there's a sale so I'm stealing your girlfriend - who is waaaay out of your league, by the way-"

"Okay, thanks for that, Kat."

"anyway, you'll get her back later! bye-"

And under other circumstances sure, it would suck to be canceled on last minute, but it actually makes Ethan really happy when those days do happen. knowing that Kat is getting to spend time with someone who's both a positive influence AND is somewhat stable gives him a lot of peace of mind. besides, if Kat approves of you, he knows there must be something... real between you. and something real like that doesn't come around too often. he knows from experience.

#drabbles #dance academy #dance academy x reader #dance academy drabbles #ethan karamakov #ethan karamakov x reader #ethan karamakov drabbles #AUUUUUUGHH #P L E A S E SEND ME MORE DANCE ACADEMY ASKS #BARKING HOOTING HOLLERING YELLING AT THE SUN #I swear these goofy little austrailian ballerinas are all I can think about

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 4 months

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am i the only one who despises love triangle fanfics? especially the one that centers around mc being soooo much better than the other person in terms of 'winning over ethan ramsey's hand'? like, these things make my skin crawl so much. it's 2024, can we not rely on stupid 2010s love triangle situations where women have to fight each other to be worthy of a man's attention?

i mean you sent this to a raging aroace so idk what response you thought you were gonna get other than agreement (raging aroace meaning i have never and will never read a book that is just romance as the plot). not only is oh fandom notorious for pitting women against each other (bc god forbid you just,, be supportive of women), it's also the classic mc leaving bryce for ethan plot (which is so stupid). oh fandom is filled w trope after trope bc a lot of the members have never experienced fandom before, so many of them follow tropes bc its an easy way to get into writing (also a lot of them have never had ocs or made complex characters so following the outline pb gives them is an easy segue into writing or developing characters, but thats also why there are so many underdeveloped ocs and why so many pairings are JUST pairings, and not like,, one character w another character if that makes sense)

#its also another huge example of women hating on women in this fandom!!#like people “pitting” harper against mc is ridiculous #bc her and ethan were well over by canon #its just an excuse to stick mc into yet another trope #n e ways #asks answers

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the-pale-goddess · 1 year

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Me, making a dumblr comeback 🤝🏻 DG, slaying magazine covers again

#hi hello i’m back for an inconsistent minute #i’m not ghosting y’all i promise ❤️ miss you all so much!!!#i appreciate your asks and messages more than words can convey 🥹#the outernet has been too hectic but i finally managed to get a week off work #i’ll try to reach out to everyone asap!!!!!#to the (2) people that still may care:#have some cool things cooking up but will they ever be finished and posted? who knows #definitely not me kdbdkbdkdb #E&T are doing fine tho Ethan’s probably getting over the rejected proposal while they both freak tf out because they’re having a baby #fun times FUN times besties it’s all about panic! at Edenbrook

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general-kalani · 4 months

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Ethan, I’m talking about now with the whole wanting to kill or having the Deputy kill your father.

"That doesn't matter! It's natural for people, abandoned by their family, to want to have them killed... Especially their father! OH THAT OLD MAN IS GOING TO GET IT!"

#copy that taccom { ask }#Anonymous #anon #muse: ethan seed #E T H A N LMFAO-

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gryffindordaughterofathena · 2 years

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Picture the scene, its Ethan not Diana, who is caught up in the senator attack. What changes from canon? Does she tell him she loves him?

Hi anon! I am so sorry it took me so long, but I turned this into a fic, because I felt I could explain it better this way, I hope you don't mind ❤

HIRAETH

Book : Open Heart book 2

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Diana Ramirez

Notable Characters : Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro

Word Count : 960 words

Rating : General

Category : Angst with happy ending, AU

Trope : One of them has an illness, And there is a confession

Warning : Mention of character death.

Summary : An alternate turn of events during the maitotoxin attack seen through four different eyes.

A/N : I have a very particular timeline (with dates) for all events in the Oph universe and therefore this is completely an AU.

Rafael

A million things play in his head as he crosses the seventh floor.

Brazil. Sora. The suspension letter he couldn't show his Vovo. His friends. Sienna's tear stained eyes, the smile falling from Elijah's face, Jackie slowly turning away her head. Diana's crestfallen expression. The life he was leaving behind.

He has only two last people to bid goodbye to.

Ethan and Bryce.

Two unexpected friendships.

A doctor, A surgeon and a paramedic….. well ex-paramedic, he thinks bitterly.

When he meets Ethan it's far from how he had expected it to go. He barely hears his instruction to alert security as he runs beside him to catch up to his frantic footfalls. And then it's pandemonium.

The crazed eyes of a killer.

The pleas of a politician.

A black cannister.

A single shove.

Silence.

….

Somewhere in his poison addled brain he hears a plane taking off towards an adventure that stay unattainable to dying men.

Ethan

He had stopped praying when he was twelve and his mother hadn't returned from the grocery store for thirteen months.

He had come close to it that night in Miami. He had sent a fervent prayer to her as their lips had drowned in each other under the endless expanse of stars above them.

His lips had formed yet another the night after her hearing.

Somehow prayers had become equivalent to her. Diana's touch and the swirling brown that turned obsidian under the single sliver of moonlight that had fallen in the room.

And today he sent another as Naveen had to stop her from entering the room, from breathing the same nameless poison that ran in his veins.

As tears pooled in those clear twinkling browns, he thought of things he never told her. Things he would never tell her again.

He needed to tell her that he was sorry.

That he shouldn't have pushed her away.

That he wouldn't be his mother who left without explanations.

That he cared― no loved her beyond what his cowardly heart could comprehend.

He needed to give her the lunchbox of food cooked together that he kept in his desk.

As he sunk down the glass door of the room, his feet too weak to hold him any longer, he thought only of her and the words he wanted to tell her.

She's a poet's last poem of the words he couldn't say.

Sienna

When she was young her grandmother read her fairytales. They all ended in happily ever-afters, With the prince marrying the princess and the evil witches killed in rainstorms.

And young-her would dream of such tales.

As they led Danny away, she thinks perhaps she wasn't meant for fairy tales.

But she knows someone who still has a chance at it. Someone who is currently staring down the most powerful man in Boston.

Someone who refuses to back away without learning the location of Travis.

And in that moment she decides one of them would get the happy ending she so craved. Mirroring Diana from when she stood by her side rebuking Wayne, Sienna does what she does the best, smiles and tells the Senator exactly what he wants to hear.

Diana

She now knows how he had felt when Naveen was dying.

How she couldn't save the ones who mattered, not Mrs. Martinez, not Danny, not Rafael and not Ethan.

Her fingers are stained in chemicals, a broken nail from when she had punched the wall and a dozen crumpled papers littered the lab. Stained with words she couldn't even read through the haze of her tears.

It is now that she truly feels out of her depth, like a child playing a game of pretend. Her shaking hand measuring yet another probable antidote reminds her of all the things she hasn't learned. All the things he needs to teach her since the day he steadied her shaking scalpel.

She needs him to tell her what to do.

She needs her mentor.

She needs him.

….

That night they hold each other through the distance of a hazmat suit. And she doesn't know who comforts the other.

That night she tells him things.

She tells him about the three sleepless nights when she was eighteen, reading his book for the first time.

She tells him about his grey sweater at the back of her closet.

She tells him about her family, about childhood holidays.

She tells him about the replacement cactus she bought him that currently grows on her windowsill.

And all along three words run in her head and heart and her entire being.

Three words she clings to with a hope of them seeing another morning together. In a future where he holds her hand in the dark and they trade lazy kisses in early mornings.

And slowly she drifts off to sleep in his arms.

…..

She is once again in the lab as he watches the last marker of toxin washing away from the sampled blood.

Something like hope fights to rush out of her restrained realism.

Diana has always processed things in numbers. Always calculating the order of occurrences.

When she tells him about the success of the antidote, the first thing he does is walk towards her, his steps a little dazed, in battle with his restraint. The second thing he does is ask about Raf. The third thing he does is hug her, hold her so closely that they both forget the plastic barrier that was between them a few hours ago.

The forth thing he does is whisper three words over and over, in a broken prayer and a whispered wish….

I love you…. Once, I love you….. Twice, I love you….. Thrice, I love you....

And that's when she stops counting and whispers back the words.

A/N : As it can be seen I write one fic then I vanish from the face of the earth and I am really sorry for that. I still have engineering entrances till July end, but I'll try and be more active after that.

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#choices #choices stories we play #open heart #ethan ramsey #pixelberry #ethan ramsey x mc #dr. diana ramirez #dr. ethan ramsey x diana ramirez #ethan x diana #e and d #dri writes #ask #anonymous

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angorwhosebabyisthis · 1 year

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i think it would be a lot easier to examine the morality and effectiveness of setrákus' cause (spoiler alert: It's Bad), and the irl worldviews/rhetoric it's critiquing, if the books came out and acknowledged that the entity:

a) is working from the exact same fundamental principles, just glowier and prettier and has Nicer Neighborhoods about it, and ultimately gets away with it, and

b) in its own right is just plain fucking evil

#lorien legacies #setrákus ra #LL entity #there is a MAJOR running theme in this series of poisonous 'help' being offered by people who position themselves as Selflessly Benevolent #and wanting nothing more than to pile you with generous gifts out of the goodness of their hearts #too-good-to-be-true offers when you need them most #they just need one little thing from you. they just need you to do the work of spreading their Help for them.#whether through direct violent subjugation (hi loric history!); or cutting off their options so they get more and more desperate #until they have no option but to give in. until they have no choice but to suffer and die or Choose Peace #or through just y'know terraforming the entire fcking planet and changing the biology of its sapient inhabitants to make them Better #without asking a single person on it first let alone any of the humans #it shows up with setrákus; it shows up with what five goes through; it shows up with mogpro; and it shows up with the entity #but the entity and the loric acting in its name are The Actually Benevolent Ones This Time You Guys #and they don't even show ANY harmful effects from past instances of garde pulling ancient-aliens shit to ~help advance human cultures~#the moral of the story should have followed through on 'power does not make you a god'#and taken the next step to 'if any objectively sapient being with the agency to tangibly affect the world; in a way you cannot opt out of'#'tries to position themself as a god because they are powerful; or should be powerful'#'tie on a bib and eat them'#i have a lot of words in me about this and it really sank in when i realized the way sandor talks about life on lorien under the entity #and the culture around it sound E E R I L Y like how five talks about ethan and the mogs when he's being groomed and indoctrinated #lorien was some warren of the shining snares shit back in the day and it's both fascinating and absolutely chilling #your neighborhood isn't less racist because it has breweries and brick pizza ovens etc etc #ANYWAY #LL tag #LL crit tag #the crit files

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showfallmediaarchives · 8 months

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A FUCKING NOTE?? WHAT DOES IT SAY

HES WENT TO GET ME MORE FOOD. IT LEFT SOME THINGS, SO I KNOW WHERE ITS GOING JESUS.

#i panicked #e!ethan #showfall ask blog #showfall media archives #showfall media ask blog #encoreverse blog #ask blog

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madmanwonder · 1 year

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Ask (Crossover au): Who does Ethan trust the most to watch Rose when he and Mia can't?

Evelyn Celebrian

#resident evil series #mia winters #ethan winters #youkoso! sukebe elf no mori e?#evelyn celebrian #crossover au #crossover au ask

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mamaestapa · 2 months

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I can defo see them getting each other off or helping each other get off when they’re alone and missing her😳

Ugh ethan and rutger are so hot.

they are so hot. im down so bad for them, like guys help-

anyways enough about me

as the relationship grows and the threesomes become more consistent, that just means ethan and rutger grow closer too. they've seen all of each other on many occasions now, so the two of them are quite comfortable with each other.

the boys most definitely help each other out a lil bit when you're not with them. if they're away for a long weekend for games and they're missing you, you'll send them each pictures to get them going.

ethan tightly closes his eyes and throws his head back, imagining you being in the room with them wearing the leopard print set. rutger lets out a strangled moan and that's when ethan opens his eyes to look over at the boy in the other bed. rutgers face is flushed and there's an evident bulge growing in his gray sweatpants.

"she send you pics too?"

"yeah, fuck. and a video"

ethan is practically sprinting over to rutgers bed to see the video you sent him. after seeing a video of you playing with yourself and hearing your soft whimpers, ethan and rutger are a mess. an absolute mess. you're just so hot, and they're so hot and bothered so obviously the problem needs to be solved. youre not there to fix it so the boys will have to take matters into their own hands...

both boys are stripped down to nothing, getting themselves off in rutgers bed as they both stare at the photos of you and listen to the audio of you whimpering their names. ethan had no problem getting himself off, but rutger seemed to be struggling a little bit. he was almost too turned on.

it was unspoken, but the boys were more than just friends. they weren't sure what they were with you, but ethan knew it would be quite okay if he took action to help rutger...

"hey bud, you need help?"

"ethan you dont have to- fuck..."

"i got you, just close your eyes and think of our girl"

that was enough to send rutger over the edge. the blonde boy was a moaning mess as the sounds of your whimpers, thoughts of you in lingerie and feeling of ethans hand wrapped around his length brought him even closer to his release.

"fuck eddy"

"you got it"

"atta boy, rut"

(i had to include atta boy, i couldn't help myself)

#asks #digital animal asks #digital animal au #ethan e asks #rutger m asks

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shatteredfears-arch · 2 years

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ethans diary in Village: I still can’t believe Mia’s gone…

me, loudly; you literally saw her die like six times in 7 and she came back every time, youve seen what happens to EVERYONE infected when they actually die. you know shes still on treatments to keep the mold from taking over her mind again and that even on those treatments she struggles to fight the control it has on her. s h e d i d n t c r y s t a l i z e e t h a n

#out.#even if you discredit the fact it was miranda in disguise #he has a l l this information AT HIS FINGERTIPS #and KNOWS even after being ‘cured’ abd on treatments #she was never fully uninfected #he knows hes infected enough to the point that the goop juice can seal his hand back on like ethan #ethan pls #the fact hes so fucking upset at the thought of her being dead in the diary entries makes me believe it wasnt even that he hoped she didnt #come back to live through it again #he actually just didnt think that far #honestly heosy going over everything after telling ethan to fuck off #probably he realized ethan needed further explaining bc he didnt g e t i tc #also even #CRYSTALIZING wasnt permanant death for half the people fucking jack crystalized and came back anyways #as did zoe #i think its bc ethans an engineer #its like magnets ask them to explain and theyll panic

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killyourrdarlingss · 2 years

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gothie you are my Yellow sun, my White clouds, you make my heart bloom Pink, and i’m sending you a billion trillion gajillion kisses rn

I am A h AAAAAH SAI I 🥺💕

Anyways, I do 💍♥️

#trying to act like im not crying rn because oh my god you're so sweet #also i love how i got this right when they revealed Ethans face at the showcase like isn't that funny i think it says a lot #the heisen/berg/e/than posts telling the future rn or smth #asks #saipng

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quillheel · 5 months

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❝ the more you freak out, the faster you’re going to bleed. just take it easy. ❞ / anatoly :]

Anatoly could hardly hear Jamie over the blood rushing in his ears.

Or maybe that was the pond water keeping pressure pinned inside the delicate inner-workings of the exposed organ. there was watery plant-life clinging to his limbs. cold and wet as his clothing hung and stuck to him like a grotesque mangled scarecrow. his own hands dark with blood and mud and the green syrupy chlorophyll of the plant-life he’d inadvertently dredged up in his struggle. His lungs heaved and bloated their veins like inflated wild streamers in his chest, pained like a lightning strike, either trying to gouge out the water from each of its tiny pockets, or shuddering a terrible frozen shaking throughout him; body heat as a distant memory.

He would’ve been terrified of suffering from a heart-attack if not for the fact he could barely find the mental distinction between the sections of his chest. ribs and stomach and collarbone fusing in his clouded nerves, his more delicate senses useless against the intensity of his panic. a drowned rabbit’s heart racing when the crane dives into the lake reeds, not expecting it to wriggle its way out of its talons, not expecting the canine to hound in after the both of them, wolfish and smart and vengeful, not expecting both to emerge on the bank; and it not to.

Anatoly could already only barely remember. A pounding dream of water and color and movement, the muffled sound of gunfire, the tangling of many limbs, the scramble for the surface and the blood that bloomed around him.

His own blood, he knows a breath after he can breathe at all, his own blood.

Teeth marks stretch and mar the skin of his right shoulder down his arm to the joint, like a beast not biting but dragging as though trying to pull the flesh with it, interrupted only by the clean ( or cleaner ) tunnel line of a grazed bullet; likely going for the head. Cloth flaps uselessly in his shivering, or slaps in on itself, the fibers clinging to each-other, greatly like how Anatoly now does to Jamie. Unintentional. His arm is almost black with his blood. ( you think his other hand might be locked into it’s grip on your coat, too cold to move, the joints disobedient and him, unaware, but desperate. perhaps not for you, but for safety, for survival. )

The words take root a 10~20 seconds past their origin date, and his wide dark eyes glance up at Jamie, looking shallow, and dazed, and already dead.

( at least when he starved it was a quiet shutdown. at least when he starved it was easier to look at. at least when he starved, by the time you’d find him, there was nothing to left talk to. )

He isn’t, his body screams even if his mind hasn’t quite caught up yet, he isn’t he isn’t he isn’t he isn’t he-

The first sound that emerges from his throat is entirely incoherent, the attempt of language lost entirely on waterlogged vocal chords and shivering that goes down his throat & chokes him. His second attempt is better, a word — or more accurately approximated sound — that Anatoly taught to mean something like ‘okay’ where he came from. A mother tongue that comes more naturally than English in his distant but confused state. he stops squirming as much, at least for a minute or two, before he starts again like a compulsive writhe, before stopping again. he murmurs something in that same language as he tugs back at the hand locked to Jamie’s coat before seeming to realize what had happened, and changing to the other hand, attempts to roll up the soaked sleeve of its own wounded arm overtop the gashes that may or may not have been wrapped already by the time of his realization.

Had it been 10 minutes since he was pulled from the water, or 20?

It wasn’t as though he had a watch, either way…

#HI IDK WHAT IT IS WITH JAMIE BUT MY BRAIN KICKS INTO yea lets write some terrible shit happening to these bitches WHENEVER I ANSWER THESE IG #FIRST WITH ETHAN NOW WITH ANATOLY GBKHTRBGKHTRB #but hi yeah :] the vibe i went with here was Anatoly getting Snagged by a water monster and dragged under n Jamie saving his ass BKHBHK #brain initially thought Kelpie but w/e works!!#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#jfouler #MUSE / Anatoly #━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.#violence //#blood //#death //#injury //#drowning //#ask to tag //#Q.

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 19] || [Chapter 21]

Rating: E Pairing: Gaz x Reader x Ghost x Soap || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 2.1K~ cw: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, protected sex, ejaculation, voyeurism (in person and digital). Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: he's their (under)boss for a reason.

My dumbass was in such a hurry I forgot to tag my lovely @mothymunson who encouraged me to write this when I was lost where to fit it + gave me extra ideas for the dynamic! 🫶

Chapter 20: Control

It’s been two weeks since that lazy Sunday you spent with Johnny. He had to leave in a hurry, departing on a mission, unable to tell you where he’d be going or when he’d be back…

Simon and Kyle were already on a mission of their own by Sunday so… You’ve spent these last two weeks alone.

It’s been quiet without them… And frankly… a bit lonely.

You used to like having time to yourself after the break-up… But now?

You’ve been with Leah and Mia for dinner a couple times… And although you love your girlfriends, and enjoyed yourself greatly while gossiping with them (and my, my, did you gossip) you find yourself missing Simon, Kyle and Johnny.

It’s 5:30 P.M. on Wednesday and you’re in your kitchen, making something quick for dinner, when there’s a knock on your door.

Eyes squinting in surprise at the lack of expected guests, you immediately think the worst. It’s Ethan. It’s Ethan and he’s pissed that Johnny and Simon fucked him up and he’s here for revenge and you’re alone and-

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” Simon’s voice from the other side of the door relaxes you and you rush across the sitting room and pull open the door.

“Bloody hell, you spooked me!” You say softly as you look up at him. He’s still in full gear and slightly out of breath, as if he ran over to your house the moment he landed on base.

“Hi!” You greet as he pulls off his mask and wraps his arms around you. He steps inside, making you step back with him as he spins you and kisses you, closing the door behind him.

You feel him guide you over to the living room couch and lower you onto it, making you squeal and giggle in surprise. “Simon!” You’re able to murmur as he lowers himself atop of you.

“Missed you… missed you…” He grumbles as he kisses you again, one of his hands on your hip, the other supporting his weight on the throw pillows by your head.

“Missed you too…” You admit, causing him to groan under his breath. His fingers find the straps that hold his vest in place and he quickly undoes them and takes it off, dropping it haphazardly on the floor next to you.

“Simon…” You whisper before he captures your mouth with his again, his tongue finding yours and making you moan. Oh, how you’ve missed him… Your hands trail down his chest and arms, unzipping his fleece jacket and he allows you to take it off him, leaving him in a black t-shirt underneath.

Your hands trail down lower, finding the utility belt at his waist. Your fingers just barely graze the thick, hard bulge in his cargo pants as you try to undo his belt, but one of his hand sharply stops you by gripping your wrist with three fingers.

You pull back from the kiss, the two of you out of breath. Your eyebrows are lowered in concern and your eyes softened. “What?” You asked him softly.

“I’m not-” He trailed off for a moment and huffed before burying his face in your neck. “Not ready for that.” He told you softly. “My body isn’t… I don’t want you to…”

“Oh…” You said, a bit surprised. You had noticed his reaction had been the same he used to have whenever you touched his mask in the past… And if back then you didn’t probe, you certainly wouldn’t now. “Okay.” You told him.

“Can we just…” He trailed off and slowly grabbed your waist with his hand, grinding his crotch lightly against yours. It jostled you a bit and you bit your lip.

“Yeah… we can dry-hump, Simon…” You told him in a reassuring tone, which only made him groan again and hump against you once more.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck as he fixed his grip on you and rubbed his bulge against your body in the thin lounge pants you had changed into after work.

Just as you’re just starting to kiss again, with Simon murmuring more sweet nothings of how much he missed you, there’s a new knocking on the door. Simon groaned in complaint and buried his face in your neck again.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell… He’s fast.” Simon grumbled and pushed up to his feet, sliding off you and helping you sit up.

“Who…?” You asked, a bit light-headed from the intense make-out session.

“Kyle.” He complained as he fixed his bulge in his pants with his hand, while waddling his way over to the door and throwing it open.

“You sneaky bastard.” Kyle said to Simon and pointed a finger at him while coming into the flat.

“Hi, Kyle…” You said softly, receiving a ‘Hi, lovie’ in response as he took off his shoes.

Kyle’s also out of breath but, unlike Simon, he’s changed clothes. “Guess what, Simon here waited until I got in the shower before he ran off to come see you. Left me stranded back at base!”

You can’t help but giggle as Simon’s scarred mouth morphs into a smug, proud-of-himself smirk. “Oops.” He said.

Kyle gave the two of a you a once over. “Ah… I see. Someone was… eager, huh?” He teases and uses his chin to point at the obvious bulge in Simon’s pants.

The younger man moves over to the couch and stands behind it before kissing you on the lips just as hard as Simon did, taking your breath away and making your shoulders sag as you sigh in delight at the feeling of his warm mouth on yours.

Pulling back, Kyle licks his lips and winks at you. “Good thing I got here when I did, hm?” He teases and looks at Simon before returning his gaze to you. “Now we can really get the party started…” He adds.

“Oh… Oh, fuck…” You whine at the top of your lungs, your eyes rolling back with each thrust inside of you.

Kyle’s lying on the bed under you, his thighs spread as he has you in a full nelson. His hands hold you behind your neck, fingers intertwined, your knees hooked up on his forearms to keep you spread open.

Kyle’s big. Really big. More than you expected. Considering the only points of comparison you’ve got are John and Ethan… It’s not like either of them was exactly small, but Kyle’s constantly bottoming out inside you without having to throw his whole weight into it. He’s also perfect shaved, not an inch of hair on him… anywhere. Other than his face, of course.

Your bodies are slick with sweat and your moans and his grunts and groans echo in the bedroom. You can barely keep your eyes open and if it weren’t the fact Simon in your field of view, you’d have given up altogether.

Simon’s sitting across from you and Kyle, having cleared your clothes’ chair and taken a seat in it, watching you and Kyle with keen eyes… His large, rough hand is wrapped around his own cock, a long one, the tip red and angry. He strokes it slowly, almost lazily, as he watches you get properly fucked by Kyle.

Unlike John (and Johnny, as you found out during your bath), Simon and Kyle are both cut… And Simon has something that you didn’t expect. Piercings. A Jacob’s ladder, you’re pretty sure it’s called. Four barbells stacked on the underside of his shaft, which he only leaves visible for a few seconds every time his fingers uncover it.

Considering Kyle’s stayed quiet about it, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t spotted them, either from having his own eyes closed, or because you’re in the way. Either way, you don’t mind it, at all, that you get the view all to yourself, even for just a second.

The sight of Simon sat there, legs spread, his cock on display, his big hands and strong arms moving slowly as he watches you and Kyle is an amazing one… And hearing Kyle losing his mind behind you, too into the moment to succeed at any amount of dirty talk or at saying anything coherent just makes it better.

“Fuck… Yeah… Fuck… You feel… Bloody fuckin’ ‘ell…” Kyle grunts behind you as he keeps rocking his hips against your ass, making sure to plunge hard and deep inside you, not giving you time to breath before he’s bottoming out again, the pace unforgivingly fast.

You watch closely as Simon stops for a moment and shifts around on the chair he’s sitting on before pulling out his phone. He lets out a chuckle as he looks at the screen, then, he fidgets around with it for a moment, texting someone.

It’s barely a minute later when you hear the signature sound of a FaceTime call blasting from the phone’s speakers. Simon accepts it and aims the back camera at you and Kyle.

“Say hi to Johnny, sweetheart.” Simon demands, his tone surprisingly bossy, as he goes back to stroking his large cock.

“H-Hi, Johnny…!” You whine aloud, just barely able to speak without melting, your mind slowly emptying of all thoughts beside the feeling of Kyle inside you and Simon masturbating across from you.

Your breath is ragged as Kyle speeds up his thrusts even more, his grip on the back of your neck tightening and tensing up, his hips moving so erratically that it makes you squeal louder. “Kyle! OH FUCK!” You whine, eyes rolling back and your face wincing lightly from desperation.

“Slow down, Kyle.” Simon demands. “Slow and deep.” He adds. You hear Kyle grunt and he murmurs something incomprehensible in response as he does what he’s told. His motions slow and become more paced and calm as Kyle himself tenses up underneath you.

You notice how Kyle’s thighs tense up, his veins bulging and throbbing as he controls himself not to squirm, clearly trying his best not to lose it and to obey what Simon says.

“Mmm… that’s it… That’s it…” Simon praises, his eyes going back and forth between the sight of you and Kyle, and Johnny on his phone. “Nice and slow, Kyle…” He continues saying.

Kyle quakes underneath you, his breath getting a bit more ragged and you swear you hear him gulp down as he tries to be good for Simon and for you.

“Johnny’s enjoying it, aren’t you, Johnny?” He speaks to the phone. You can’t hear the reply from the Scot, but considering how Simon’s chuckling, the answer seems to be a yes.

“Simon… Fuck…” Kyle grunts. “This is… t-torture!” He’s able to get out, his thighs twitching and his arms tightening their hold on the back of your legs. “I’m going to- Fuck!” He grunts.

“Go on, pretty boy.” Simon teases. Something about the look in his eye, the little mischievous smirk on his lips… God, for someone who’s afraid of being touched, he sure knows what the fuck he’s doing… It’s almost intoxicating, the way he’s exerting control on everyone in the room and even Johnny over the phone.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening more and more as you experience all these feelings at once, your mind steadily clearing of any thoughts other than the prickling of stars in the corner of your eyes and the heat increasing more and more.

“Aaah-” Kyle hisses as he keeps moving slowly and deeply, gritting his teeth behind your back and huffing through his nose with barely restricted euphoria. “Fuck… Fuck…” He grunts.

“F-FUCK!” His voice shouting as he loses his composure and buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp motion of his hips… and another… and another… Completely disregarding Simon’s commands to go slow… And it makes your eyes roll as your orgasm hits, causing you to shudder and twitch…

But, instead of moaning his name, you find yourself moaning Simon’s, your head unable to dip back due to Kyle’s grip on it, and forcing you to stare right at Simon as you fall over the edge of your climax.

Behind you, Kyle is losing his own mind, spilling his come in the confines of the condom… And you watch through a lidded, barely-aware gaze, as after a few more strokes, Simon’s cock throbs and twitches… before a few ropes of cum shoot in quick succession all over his lower stomach, which he had the presence of mind to lift his t-shirt out of.

The bedroom falls into complete silence as Kyle pulls out and slowly lets go of you, carefully helping get you out of the strained position that’ll likely leave your legs and joints sore the next few days.

“Good job...” Simon breaks the silence as he tries to catch his breath, his head dipped back against the wall behind him, his eyes lazily trailing the sight of you and Kyle on the bed, and then back to Johnny on the phone.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” You can finally hear Johnny speak through the speakers now that the room is silent. “You lot better repeat that when I’m not overseas and can join in…!” He quips, drawing laughter out of all of you.

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