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valiantroeagleangel · 3 months

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Noah Sebastian x female reader, Oliver Sykes x female reader.

Based on one of @starsomens' anon's prompts "yeah also definitely not thinking about noah and oli taking turns eating you out".

Someone should have stopped me on that one but no one did. So here it is. Now I'll leave for a spiritual retreat.

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You shouldn't have looked at Oli the way you did tonight, especially not in front of Noah. You knew you shouldn't have but you couldn't be more glad than you did. Noah freaked out. God, he hated how you looked at his co-star like he was the hottest person alive. He was reading every one of your emotions on your face and he abhorred it so much.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, joining you from behind against the balcony you were perched at, looking at Oli's check sound before the show.

Even if he tried to hide it his tone was severe and you couldn't help but shiver. You only hummed at him though, your gaze not leaving the man on the scene below.

Noah didn't like to be ignored, you knew it but that didn't prevent you from doing so. His large hand came to surround your waist, his body pressing itself against your back while his fingers grazed on your belly.

"I asked you, what are you looking at?" He whispered deeply in your ear and you finally turned your face to his, meeting his cold eyes.

"Nothing, I'm only checking on Oli's performance." You looked back to the scene to hide your trouble, your cheeks heating.

"Hm hm, of course." His grasp on your waist tightened while he stayed right beside you, reminding you of his presence and hold.

Maybe it was that moment that changed things between you, that changed the course of the events. Or maybe it was right after the show, when you all met and you couldn't help but blush when Oli smiled at you, responding to your compliments about his show.

At this very instant, Noah instantly left the couch to come back to your side, his hands travelling around your body once again to remind everybody who you were with. You weren't technically his but that didn't matter to him, he didn't like the fact that you could desire anyone else other than him or that anyone else could desire you.

Back on the couch, Noah sat you on his lap, pressing his torso against your back. His breath quickly came to your ear, fanning on it while you shivered but your gaze was still so focused on Oli that you couldn't even care about your trouble and how your body reacted to Noah's touch.

"Do you think he noticed how much you're wanting him?"

You abruptly turned back to the man behind you, blushing to the ear. "What are you talking about?" Noah laughed bitterly at your flustered state, not liking what it implied.

"Do you think he could make you come?"

You didn't answer him, your mind racing with images while he approached his lips to yours, brushing them together. "Would you like him to touch you? To eat you out?" He whispered so inaudibly that you doubted if he meant to really say it.

He pointed to Oli with his chin, inviting you to look at him and you did, your body turning only to notice how he was staring at your two bodies intertwined on the couch. "Look at him, wishing to be me, wishing to have you on his lap." He paused. "Do you think he is jealous?"

You scoffed at Noah and jumped off his lap, too embarrassed by how things were turning but little did you know, he enjoyed seeing you in such a state, to see how he could turn you on just with his words.

Later that night, when you thought you were finally alone and away from all danger in your hotel room Noah came by. It was 3 am and you didn't like what it insinuated. Nonetheless, he looked less aggressive than before and you let him in, not noticing the person behind.

When you finally turned back to face him, Oli's frame was resting by his side, eyeing you completely puzzled.

"What is he doing here?" You asked in disbelief as Noah approached you, his arms surrounding your waist to push you against his body. He didn't answer you immediately, his lips losing themselves in the crook of your neck while he held you.

"Isn't it what you wanted?" He breathed out, his mouth detaching itself from your skin for a second.

You flushed and tried to tug at his hair to force him to look at you. "What are you even saying?" That was a pitiful cop-out but it was better than nothing. You hated how Noah saw through you and how obediently he was ready to tame himself for you. It was too surreal.

You gave Oli a look and Noah groaned. "Don't look at him, only me." His mouth attacked your neck back as his teeth brushed against your soft skin. However, you didn't listen to Noah and looked at the other one, your eyes meeting for the longest seconds of your life.

Noah pushed you towards the bed, still pressing himself on you and Oli followed quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. Eventually, Noah's face rose to yours, trailing kisses up your jaw. "Are you deaf tonight? Eyes on me." His lips drew back to your neck, passing by your cleavage until he reached the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

You tried to respond but he was already pushing your clothing up, exposing your belly and the beginning of your chest. Suddenly, shyness hit you, like you finally realised what was going on and how quickly things were slipping through your fingers. Oli's gaze was burning on your skin and it scared you. You felt like a prey in its predator grip, doomed to your loss.

Getting impatient, Noah sighed and pulled away. In a quick movement, he jumped on the bed and put himself under you. Without you realising it he got you sat between his legs, his arms surrounding you possessive as usual. His fingers back to your stomach he pushed your shirt up, caressing your skin. His nose rubbed against your hair, breathing next to your ear.

"You want him that fucking much?" He asked and you swallowed hard, mesmerized by Oli standing in front of the bed, a bulge growing in his pants. Noah's head shifted behind you, and Oli immediately moved as he started to crawl on the bed. Silently, he settled himself between Noah's legs, and more specifically between yours which were unconsciously spread.

"Hey." was all he said and you realised that you hadn't heard his voice until now. He was just here, like a voyeur, desiring you without being able to touch you, to have you, as if he wasn't even really here.

"Hey." You didn't know what to answer. You didn't know him that well. He was touring with Noah and you used to exchange pleasantries on the days you would see each other. You heard about him before obviously but that was all. And now he was in your bedroom past 3 am.

You wanted to believe that he understood your growing discomfort because he smiled at you tenderly, giving Noah a look for approval.

"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, his lips still whispering in your ear.

"I'm okay." You breathed out, your head tilting back to rest on Noah's shoulder. You felt his fingers wander on your chest, quickly reaching your breast to mould it to his hand.

"Give me a colour baby." At these words, he pushed his thumb on your nipple, making your stomach flip.

Baby.

"Green."

A heavy silence settled between the three of you but it was short-lived. Noah's hand continued to play with you while his mouth slightly sucked on the skin of your neck. "What do you want him to do?" He asked and all you could think about was what Noah told you earlier.

"I want him to go down on me." You breathed out, your eyes closed as if it was only you and Noah, too far gone in your own horniness. But Oli was really here and it didn't take him two seconds to crawl closer to you, his big hands caressing your thighs until he reached the side of your underwear under your shorts.

At the feeling your eyes snapped back and you looked at him, unsure. He waited until he saw a change in your eyes, completely troubled by your presence. When you gave him a nod he lowered his face, gently kissing your inner thighs while his hands drew to the top of your shorts, tugging on it to take it off.

The piece of clothing in hand he threw it away in the room, not caring about where it was about to land. His mouth attached itself back to your thigh, sucking gently on your skin as he moved closer to your -wet- panties. You couldn't stop staring at him as you analysed every single one of his moves, the unrealistic scene going on in front of you like you were away from it. Oli's lips quickly reached your panties, kissing from your groin to the wet spot right between your legs.

Noah's hold became stronger around your torso when Oli's fingers pushed your underwear to the side, his tongue licking your slit as he groaned.

He was quick to get how your body worked and how you reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing your legs to put them on his shoulders, eating you out with more fervour than before. His nose rubbing your clit made you moan, your hands immediately coming to your mouth to cover your sounds. But Noah stopped you, taking your hands in his to put them on Oli's hair, pushing his head more on you until he got another moan out of you.

"Oh my god-"

Noah didn't interfere the way you were expecting him to. He only kept peppering your face and neck with kisses as he basked in your moans and whimpers. Unconsciously, your hips started to rock on Oli's face, your body arching urgently as you drowned in all of these sensations.

You were so confused but yet so aroused that you didn’t know where to turn. It all started with you admiring Oli's body on tour, enjoying how Noah could get so jealous and now it was the two of them holding you in your bed.

Looking down all you saw was Oli's head lost between your clenched thighs surrounding his head, his hips slowly rocking into the bed. Your stomach squeezed at the view and you clenched over nothing, your hips pushed even more on his head.

Oli kept going, his lips followed every single one of your hip movements until all you were resumed to was moans, your body squirming under their hold. Immediately, Noah's hands came back to your breasts, folding them more urgently than before.

"Shit-." You cursed, tugging on Oli's hair to separate him away from you but he didn't move, eating you out until he felt you orgasm under his touch.

Out of breath, your body relaxed on Noah's one, completely limp but his caress on your chest didn't stop, stimulating you all over again. The older one straightened himself, pushing away from your intimacy as he stared back at you, your mind wandering away.

"Colour?" Noah asked once again, his voice soft and low behind you.

"Green."

Still, he didn't even let you time to think as he moved under you, flipping you over on Oli's lap in a second. When you realised what was going on it was already too late, Noah had settled himself between your legs, taking Oli's place as he exchanged roles.

Immediately, he tore your underwear off, putting the wet fabric in his pocket. Taking his time to savour the moment, he gently kissed your pelvis. "Was he good?" He asked, his fingers caressing your wet folds and you nodded. Quickly, he pinched at your sensitive clit making you moan. "Words."

You whined a semblance of a "Yes", your body going completely numb on Oli's who did his best to support you. A little venturous he gently caressed your pelvis, meeting Noah there.

"Better than me?" Noah asked once again and you didn't want to answer but this time he bit the interior of your thigh, leaving a red mark.

"Maybe." You breathed out, defying him as you looked down to meet his eyes. You saw how upset he was on his face as descended on you, licking at you in the slowest way he could. Still overwhelmed from before, it didn't ask him a lot to have you all whimpering for him. His licks were slow, gentle, tender, contrasting with Oli's ones and overwhelming you even more as he knew how to get you nice and obedient.

One of his hands came to your waist, resting on it as he continued to suck on your clit. He kept you steady under his mouth, his grasp tightening on your skin, assuring you to leave a mark after that.

Almost instinctively your hand came to the back of his head, playing with his hair as you pushed him down on you. This time you didn't even hesitate like you did with Oli. All you wanted was to push him more and more on you, begging him to speed up his pace. But Noah was too much of a teasing bitch to do that. He kept his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when you would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.

Your legs started to close on Noah, desperately moving as your hips couldn't, looking for more friction. You tried to chase your other orgasm but he wanted you to know who was in charge, forbidding you to ride his face like you did with Oli. Maybe it was his way to assure his domination, or maybe he was just an ass.

But in the end, he got you so frustrated and desperate to come that all you did was whimper his name, just like he wanted you to do. You didn't call Oli's name before, not like you did with Noah and he noted it, satisfied with himself. It was all for his ego but he liked that. He liked to know he had control over your body more than anyone you could desire. No one could replace him and he wallowed in that idea.

Quickly Noah felt you clench under him while you kept moaning, unable to move. Your free hand was resting on Oli's arm, supporting yourself on it as you tried to deal with the pleasure and he kissed the top of your head. It was small soothing pecks but it was good to make your heart melt.

But Noah groaned once again and you looked down, admiring how focused he was between your legs. Oli's kisses weren't enough of a distraction to prevent your climax from washing over you as it took you away for the second time tonight. Noah continued to eat you through it like he didn't know when he had to stop. It's only when he heard you go completely silent that he pushed away.

He exchanged another look with Oli but you were too spent to even care about it. All you did was throw your arms for Noah to come closer, his body leaning on you as he left a small kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the other man under you.

"I won." He stated, his eyes full of challenge while he stared right behind you.

"What do you mean "you won?"" You asked but Noah didn't answer you, a grin settling on his face and you heard Oli sigh as he rolled his eyes.

Completely confused you tried to turn back to look at the other one but he kept you in place, his arms still firmly pressed on you.

You knew you were missing something but maybe it was for the best. Noah's vicious mind could be pretty scary when he wanted to and you weren't sure that you wanted to know about his sinister plans, especially not when they were including you.

"I won't let you fuck her tho." He told Oli all proud and you understood that the less that you knew the better it was, at least for tonight.

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starsomens · 3 months

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imagining being one of the openers for BMTH along with Bad Omens and noah slowly developing a crush on you just from watching you from the side of the stage and how confident you look while singing your songs on stage 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰

When you heard that you were opening For bring me the horizon you were ecstatic. But once you had heard that you were also going to be interacting with bad omens, you nearly had a heart attack.

Just like bad omens, you were a new upcoming band who honestly had some great success with your previous album. Due to shows and locations you couldn’t meet these two amazing artist separately, but it seems like your dreams were coming true all in one tour!

Today was the first night you were opening them and you were so excited but extremely nervous. You could feel your hands and feet sweating every second. You had gotten closer to being done in your dressing room. You were supposed to meet up with both Oli and Noah before the show go over kind of routines, and course to meet both of them

much like Noah before you had gotten into your singing career you were a big fan of bringing me the horizon since you were a teenager. And once you had heard about Bad Omens and started to get into their music, you could not deny the raw talent that this band was bringing to the industry

Usually these types of things because you were really worried about making a good impression with them.

“Y/N, will be leaving in about five minutes are you almost ready?” Your sister and best friend had come to check on you. Since you’re growing fame, your best friend had helped you to manage yourself the team and honestly this entire production on your end. And what was even better was that she remains as an amazing friend when you needed one.

A friend who also like to tease about having a crush on both of the boys, and that was why you were so nervous to meet them

“ I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be” you looking over your make up one more time and standing up for your seat. You straighten out your outfit with one less overlook and you were ready to go

Except you weren’t expecting to see them right outside in the hallway, once you stepped out of your dressing room. They took your bed by surprise, but you just laughed it off. You extend your hand to greet both of them and thanked Oli once again for having you on this tour.

While oli was looking over some stage, set up details from his team you and Noah actually started a conversation.

“ so how does it feel from going from small venues to something so big like the arena?”

You chuckle at his question “ well, I could ask you the same thing couldn’t I?”

His eyes widen with amusement “oooo Shot it right back at me, huh?” he laughs making you giggle as well

“ but if I’m honest, I’m really nervous this is going to be our biggest audience yet. I’m honestly used to goofing around with smaller audiences and it’s so intimate and so little pressure but now I just really feel the pressure I guess?”

This was the first time Noah was ever had in conversation with you and that blush that you had gotten over worrying about how well you perform was honestly adorable to him

“ Well, I think you’ll be fine. I saw some of your other performances and the control you have over the crowd is honestly impressive.” he compliments as you are being given your stage equipment

"You got this, watch!" Noah encourages you as he watches you focus and take in some deep breaths and clear your mind. You check your ear piece and mic once more before it was just about that time

Just like any other show you had performed at, you clear your mind, relax, and let go.

Noah watches you from the side of the stage and was amazed. You had an amazing stage presence, your energy was non-stop, your connection with the crowd was infectious

and your voice, it was so crips and light yet so powerful

"She's good ain't she?" Oli nudged him

"yeah she's amazing!" Noah agrees as they clap with the crowd, you were so nervous before, but you perform as if you own the stage, this was your world and everyone just existed in it

And the way you closed out your opening was fantastic, you music perfectly flowing into the start of Bad Omen's music, meaning they'd be on in just a minute or two. You come rushing off the stage out of breath, slightly sweaty

Noah hands you a bottle of cold water to help cool you off

"I told you, you'd do great" he said in an 'I told you so tone' you smile at him and gulp down the water. He was on next and you knew he was going to murder his performance

You watch on the side of the stage in awe at his pure talent, all of them really. Nick's energy on the drums, Noah's Vocals, Jolly's finger work on the guitar and of course Ruffilo on the bass really sews it all in

But there was something about his stage aura that was so...hypnotic. He was almost like a siren out at sea, and you were drawn in so easily

Overall first night went very well, and you ended up getting some take out to celebrate and had gotten to know one another while sharing a meal and so on and so forth went the tour

But Noah was different

Each night he just couldn't wait to see you on stage. He'd get to your dressing room, walk down to the stage, sometimes a bit early just to talk some more and then he'd watch you from the side of the stage. He might as well be in the crowd enjoying you as a fan at this point

There were times you'd just look out into the crowd without saying a word and he would just watch the screen and study your face. Had it always been that alluring to him?

He counted the number on moles on your face, the way your eyes would crinkle when you smiled, how you'd bite your lip whenever you heard the crowd singing the lyrics

and that voice, he could not get enough of it! He felt as if you were calling to him, singing for him to come closer to you, it was beautiful and sharp and addictive, it was if his cheers became louder and louder each performance

and then there were those times where you'd sing a much more mellow and slow song. Your breath and tone shifts could lull him to sleep so easily. If you had told him to walk out on stage with your singing he'd do it without thinking

You were.....wonderful....

............he had a crush didn't he?

There was just something about you in the way you had dried him in. Whether you were on stage or you guys were just hanging out talking about some anime.

It was also clear to everyone around him that he was developing a little crush. The rest of his band, and even Oli were teasing him about the way he would look at you.

They were even times where they tried to distance themselves from the group, one by one so that he was the only one left with you. They had never seen no one blush so much or stumble over his words, then when he was with you.

It was amusing to them. But wanted to give him his best advice because he knew this tour and collaboration wouldn’t last forever

“ when you get a chance and it’s just you too you need to say something. Or you’ll never get the chance again. So either you make move or someone else does.”

“ and if she says no?”

“ well then you have three more shows too absolutely seduce her on stage” he laughs “ but really, trust me, she’ll say yes, I know she will”

So Noah gathered up the courage to ask you after your final set together. Tonight was different since all three of you would be performing on stage together after a very successful and honestly tiring show it was time for your team to start packing your things to go your own way.

Noah was waiting for the perfect moment when you would be by yourself so he could approach you. He had even gone out and bought a small hand of roses for you. Once you had gone into your dressing room, he went to knock on the door. Knowing that usually after shows you go in the dressing room to settle yourself and breathe for a minute or two.

You tell him to enter, and he closes the door behind him with roses behind his back

“Hey There rockstar” what was that??

you giggle and spinning your chair “hello to you too, today was a really great show you you guys did amazing”

Not as amazing as you “ Yeah, it was really fun performance…. You did great”

“ not as great as you. I can sing by death can’t reach those amazing vocals like you do” you complement him. You made his heart give a beat, and he was the one who was supposed to do that to you! It was never

“ I’m not gonna be around the bush I do want to talk to you about something..” he starts off a few steps closer to you and bring the roses from around his back

Your mouth falls slightly, and he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes when you saw the flowers

“I-I think you’re amazing. Not only as an artist but as a person too. You’re so fun, and really, really, really pretty, so talented…. And I know we only know each other so much because of the tour but I really like to get to know you once we have more time….” a soft smile after he was done, and you were speechless.

You didn’t know what to saying, you could feel your heart skipping a beat impractically, trying to jump out of your chest

you take a hold of the roses and give them sniff. They smell so fresh and sweet. you stand from your chair and take a step just a bit closer to Noah. Your cheeks were burning, but somehow mustard to say.

“ I’d love to Noah, thank you” you smile at him, and he can only offer you a bigger smile with a nervous chuckle that follows.

He still can’t believe that he nailed that without tripping over his words and just professing his love for you right on the spot, but he was excited where this would eventually go. You unfortunately were called to another area on the set to look at some things before you’re ready to go later that night, you both bid your goodbyes sharing a long hug.

This time the hug had something extra in it and he felt something different and so did he. If he could have, he would’ve wanted to hold you much longer but you had to go. He did offer to walk you down to where you have to go so you did. And along the way, you both made plans and shared your next steps after the Europe tour.

Make sure to exchange numbers and any kind of social media to keep in touch. You also gave him your address in case if he might have wanted to drop by once things were clear on both of your schedules, of course

“ Well, it looks like this is where we say goodbye,” you honestly have felt a little sad, even though you were only touring for a couple shows together, but you just couldn’t help the feeling that in your chest

“ yeah, but I’ll talk to you soon. Give me a text when you land?” he offers and you know your head. Before you walk off, you make the decision to shoot up onto your tiptoes and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“ Thanks again for the great experience” you smile at him as you walk away, with a slight bounce your step. Noah was frozen in his place as he watched you walk away. Little did he know he had some eyes watching him.

The rest of his band, and even Oli were trying to keep their giggles at a minimum as they whisper to each other

“ he finally did it! He grew some balls and even got a kiss out of it!” They congratulated him in their own way

As much as wanted to back them, all he could really think about. Was you and the kids you had given him. The idea of never washing that spot until you guys met again. Even crossed his mind. But until then he’d make sure to clear his schedule to at least get a phone call in Later on

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shykpop · 1 month

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themidnightghoul · 3 months

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I'll Be Your Gravity, You Be My Oxygen

After protecting his pack and changing his very existence, Dew is broken from the inside out. It doesn’t help that the Ministry demands a new Water Ghoul be Summoned before he’s even fully recovered. What’s worse? The new Water Ghoul is beautiful and Dew is immediately enamored with him.

Chapter One: The Spark in My Eyes is Gone

Rating: Explicit (eventually…right now it’s just angst) Word Count: 2078

Read on AO3 or below!

Authors Note: My Raindrop fic is finally here! This is my baby and I’m very anxious finally sharing it but…I hope you enjoy the beginning of this story. If you end up reading, thank you so much for taking time to read my silly little story 🖤

There was a time before, he remembers, where there wasn’t just pain. Surely he hadn’t always felt like this, right? There had to have been a point in time where his entire genetic makeup wasn’t being rewritten, his atoms splitting apart and reforming while he felt every single bit of it, his skin flaking off in burnt chunks. It was agony, if only because there wasn’t another word that could adequately describe the pain that he was experiencing.

But he wasn’t exactly given another choice so what was he supposed to do? Imperator had made it perfectly clear that if he wasn’t the one to go through with this process that she would just do it to one of the others. And he knew that was her plan all along; she had preyed on the love that he had for his pack, his mates, and she had used it against him. The memory of the moment he signed his very essence away flashed through his mind, a welcome break from the flames that were currently consuming his entire being.

“We are in need of a new Fire Ghoul. Ifrit has been…let go, to put it gently. And unfortunately, Fire Ghouls are the most difficult to Summon.”

His hands had clenched so hard at the mention of Ifrit that he was sure he had drawn blood. “I don’t understand how that involves me, Sister.” He knew he had to keep his composure but his mind was spiraling, trying to figure out where Ifrit had gone, why he was the one currently standing there. “I’m a Water Ghoul, not a Fire Ghoul.”

“Yes, well, from what I hear you’re not a very adequate Water Ghoul, now are you?” She spoke so calmly that it terrified Dew. How could she be so cruel and barely even flinch?

“I…I do my best, Sister.” He knew he wasn’t anywhere near as good as the other Water Ghouls but it still stung to hear her say it out loud. Mist put him to shame when it came to using their Element but never once had she made him feel lesser than her for it. Dew wasn’t ashamed of himself, or his lack of proficiency with Water, and he knew his pack loved him just as he was.

“And your best just isn’t good enough. Lucky for you, we may still have use for you in a different way.”

Dew’s heart was racing, his palms were sweaty and he felt like he was going to throw up all over Imperator’s desk. “H-how?”

“Well I’m so glad you asked!” She stood up from her desk and walked over to the shaking Water Ghoul, her hands clasped behind her back and a horrible grin on her face. “There is a Ritual that will allow us to alter your Element from Water to Fire, saving us the enormous trouble of Summoning a new Fire Ghoul. Water Ghouls are much easier, less hassle, to Summon.” Her hand waved around dismissively, like she didn’t just suggest he change his entire being so that things would be more convenient for her.

“But Sister…I’m a Water Ghoul I don’t-“

“If you don’t do this, I will be forced to take one of the others in your place. You wouldn’t want that now would you, Dewdrop?”

It was one of the few times he was grateful for his mask, so that she couldn’t see the panic cross his face at the mention of one of the others being hurt. He couldn’t allow that to happen, would rather die than know he had condemned one of them to this horrible Ritual. “Please…whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt them.” Trying not to let his voice betray how terrified he was at the moment took more effort than he realized it would. But she couldn’t see him panic, he refused to let her see that.

Her smile when he agreed sent shivers down his spine and he was sure that she heard him sob, unable to hold it in. But it was only one small noise and he decided that was better than a full breakdown right here in her office. “Good, I’m glad you understand the importance of this procedure. You are to be at the Ritual room at midnight, do you understand?”

Another wave of pain and he’s pulled from the memory, a scream ripping its way from his throat. He can feel his skin cracking and burning and he feels like he’s choking, like he can’t get enough air. His vision and hearing are almost nonexistent; there are shapes moving around him but he can’t tell who or what they are, and there are noises but he can’t decipher them. When he feels pressure on his arms holding him down, he screams again. Don’t they know that it hurts him to be touched? Can’t they see that he’s burning from the inside out right now? Surely the flames dancing up and down his skin are visible to more than just him.

He cries. He cries for himself, for the loss of his Element, for his pack losing their beautiful Water Ghoul. He cries for who he’s becoming and because he does not know who he will be now. He cries for the new Water Ghoul they will summon before long, probably even before he’s even healed. He cries for Aether, not knowing how he is right now, but feeling in his very soul that he’s a wreck. He cries for Mountain because he knows that his sweet Earth Ghoul will be destroyed over this but will do his best not to show it. He cries when the memory of telling his mates hits him like a wave of sorrow and agony at the same time.

“You can’t do this, Dew. I won’t let you!” Aether cried, more than Dew had ever seen him cry before. He didn’t know his mate was even capable of the emotions that he was going through at lightning speed, his eyes flaring a dark purple. They only did that when he was truly losing control of himself, when he was feeling too many things at once to keep up with everything. He walked around the den, hands running up and down his face.

“Water Lily, please, there must be another way.” Mountain brushed his hands through his hair, holding Dew close to his chest. Dew could hear the heart of the normally calm and stoic Earth Ghoul racing, his breathing slowly picking up as he realized what Dew was about to go through for them.

Dew was strangely calm, having accepted what was going to happen and knowing there wasn’t another way. “I can’t…I won’t let her hurt you. I wouldn’t survive knowing that I had let something like this happen to any of you.”

“And what if you don’t survive?! I’m not living without you!” Aether screamed, fell to his knees, sobbed until his chest hurt and continued to sob.

“I have until midnight,” Dew whispered, barely holding back tears at the sight of Aether on his knees. He stepped out of Mountain’s embrace and walked over to Aether, falling to the ground next to him and taking his hands. “Be with me until then? Please?”

There’s a feeling of weightlessness, like he’s being lifted. He still can’t hear, can’t see, and every inch of his body is burning, but he knows he’s moving. If he had to guess, he’s being taken to the Infirmary. All his brain can focus on is Aether and how he can’t let his mate see him like this. He tries to talk, if he can scream then surely he can talk, but nothing comes out. It’s scratchy feeling, tight, and he can’t breathe again. Why can’t he breathe? His gills…they should be helping him, right? But he can’t feel them anymore when he reaches up to claw at his neck, desperately clinging to the last vestiges of his Element. Former Element, something cruel that sounds a lot like Imperator, reminds him.

He’s brought to a place that he can’t see, but he knows within himself that someone did, in fact, bring him to the Infirmary. He’s spent so many days and nights here, most of them on purpose just so he could see Aether. Scraping his knee, cutting his arm, bumping his head, anything to get him around the Quintessence Ghoul that he loved more than life itself. It’s brighter here, a sick sterile feeling surrounds him. He wishes he could see, deludes himself into believing that if he could just see something that he would feel better. It’s all bullshit, he knows, but he’s desperate to feel anything but the pain that’s been drowning him for what feels like an eternity.

A wave of relief and calm washes over him and his body instinctively reaches out, knowing who was behind the feeling. Aether Aether Aether, his mind screams, recognizing the magic like it was second nature to him. There’s sound again but it’s muffled, like his ears are stuffed and he can’t manage to clear them, but he just knows that it’s Aether trying to calm him. He tries not to think of the look on his face when he sees the burnt skin that covers his body now. Will he still love him, now that he’s no longer Water? He can’t imagine that he will be as beautiful as he once was now that Fire flows through his veins. He’ll burn everything he touches, everyone he loves. He’s now dangerous when he was once graceful, volatile where he was once calm. One final flash of his last moments with Aether hits him like a knife to the gut and he winces, allowing it to pull him under.

Aether held him close against his chest as Dew cried, choked silent sobs eventually replacing the tears when they finally, somehow, managed to run out. They hadn’t spoken in a while, neither one of them sure of what to say. Aether had tried a few more times to get him to relent, to not go through with the Ritual, telling him that he would figure out another way. But Dew had accepted that it was going to happen and just wanted a few hours with his love before everything he knew was burned away.

“Aeth…” Dew finally broke the silence, unable to go another moment without hearing the familiar voice that always managed to settle him, no matter what he was feeling.

“Yeah?” Aether’s voice sounded so broken, so far away, and Dew’s heart clenched at the thought of already having lost him before he even went through the Ritual.

“When I’m…when it’s over…will you still love me?” He whispered it, like he was afraid to voice his thoughts but wanting, needing, to know if he would still be loved after it was all said and done and he was no longer the Water Ghoul that Aether had first fallen in love with.

“I will love you until the galaxy swallows me whole and returns me to the stardust from which I was created, my love. Nothing will ever change how much I love you, don’t ever forget that.”

The two had laid together until the very last minute, when a Sentry Ghoul arrived to ensure that Dew didn’t back out and made it to the Ritual room on time. Aether cried again, holding Dew against his chest one final time and promising that they would be together again soon. Dew did his best not to cry as he kissed him goodbye, only allowing a tear to fall once he was out of sight of Aether. As the two Ghouls walked, neither spoke, Dew not very familiar with any of the Ghouls outside of his own pack and content to walk in silence, contemplating his final moments as a Water Ghoul. When the two finally reached the doors to the Ritual room, the unfamiliar Ghoul stopped and turned to face Dew.

“You are far stronger than anyone will ever know, Dewdrop. Never forget that you’re the best of us.” With a nod, the Ghoul departed, and Dew was left to walk through the Ritual room doors alone.

Before he finally, mercifully, either fell asleep or simply blacked out from the pain, he swore he heard Aether’s voice whispering in his mind. “Nothing will ever change how much I love you, Dew.”

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chronicalfangirl · 3 months

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Genuine question

Is it important to know the members name of every band i listen to? Or can i like; enjoy their music and not know their entire biography? 😭

#emo #emo scene #emo fashion #johnnie guilbert #mcr #my chemical romance #helena mcr #jake webber #bookblr #fanfic #black veil brides #falling in reverse #tokio hotel #fall out boy #p!atd #bmth bring me the horizon #bmth #bring me the horizon #oli sykes

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srorgana1 · 4 months

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Are you a fan of Bad Omens and Bring Me The Horizon?

Are you also a fan of Adam Driver/Kylo Ren?

Do you like fanfiction?

You do?! Then I have something for you ❤️

Come experience a sweet and spicy Kylo fanfic featuring Bad Omens and BMTH! I hope you all enjoy!! 🤟 ❤️

#bad omens #bring me the horizon #adam driver #knights of ren #ao3 fanfic #star wars au #kylo ren au #i love music #music au #Spotify

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theenbythatwrites · 2 years

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Imagine Eddie somehow ending up in 2022 and he happens to make friends with an emo person

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- Eddie wakes up very confused by the bright, fast paced world around him

- he wanders around trying to find anyone of his friends, stumbling upon someone in all black listening to a song he loves

- frantically trying to explain who he is the stranger decides to try and help

- after telling Eddie what year it is and introducing themself y/n listens to Eddie's story

- the two decide to figure out a way to get him back to Hawkins but until that happens Eddie must adapt to this time

- y/n takes Eddie shopping for clothes and a phone, taking time to answer any questions he has

- when they're back at y/n's house Eddie asks to listen to some of the music they like

- they spend hours listening to bands like; Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, Citizen Soldier, Bring Me The Horizon + more

- Eddie particularly likes the guitar in both BVB and MCR

- at first he didn't like the screaming in BMTH but over time it's become his favorite

- he discovered Twenty One Pilots on his own and immediately asked y/n if they also liked the band

- he got mad when you finally showed him Paramore. "Y/N WHY DIDN'T YOU SHOW ME THEM EARLIER!?"

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veronicaphoenix · 19 days

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INTO THE ABYSS OF BAD HABITS — BONUS SCENE

The engagement party | Series masterpost ✧.*

This takes place between part 4 and the epilogue. | Word count: 9.5k | Tags and tw: established polyamorous relationship, recurrent mentions of building anxiety throughout the entire text, recurrent mentions of religion, mentions of alcoholism and fractured families, parent's negligence, swearing, noah and oliver being traumatized boyfriends, slight jealousy, dirty talks, sexual content (including nudity in public spaces, oral sex, fingering, spankings, and slight hint at Noah having a high-heel kink. Also, Oliver just loves being on his knees).

I stood frozen in the hall, the shopping bags hanging from my hands as I sharpened my sense of hearing. The giggles I’d just heard coming from the bathroom faded, and soon, a long masculine moan took their place.

That was unmistakably Noah’s.

I was tempted to drop the bags and run to the bathroom in my apartment suite. However, the sounds that followed his first moan rooted me in place. I was suddenly consumed with curiosity; I was eager to hear whatever other sounds and words would follow from Noah and Oliver’s heated activities in the shower.

The music extended for about five minutes, finishing with a long groaning wail from Noah and Oliver’s loud words that said ‘you taste fucking delicious, man’, followed by Noah’s embarrassed laugh.

I busied myself preparing a cup of coffee in the kitchen when the two of them came out from the room and into the living room, having heard me rummaging through cabinets and drawers.

“Hi, boys,” I said with a grin on my face and eyebrows raised to them.

They were wrapped in a towel, hair all wet and stuck to their foreheads and necks. Both their knees were red, an acknowledgement at how intense and how reciprocating their activities had been in the shower.

“Enjoyed your shower?”

Oliver’s laugh resonated in the house. Noah came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck with his nose. His wet hair and the droplets of water still on his skin made me squirm in his arms.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Noah replied.

“Go slower. Yes, fuck, just like that. I’m pretty sure that was you.”

“Can you blame him?” Oliver replied, leaning forward on the kitchen isle, looking intently at me and Noah. “Pretty boy can’t go a day without cock.”

“Well, that makes two of us, then” I said, tilting my head to the side so that I could kiss Noah’s cheek. “Coffee?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Noah took a mug, and I served Oliver another.

They settled on the sofa, not bothering to remove the towels and get dressed. I had told them many times not to do that. I was worried that the wet stain would spoil the sofa, but they didn’t care, and if I insisted it only prompted them to make jokes about something else being wet and staining every other surface in the house.

As we enjoyed the next hour in a kind of slow motion, I took out my new dress from the bag and finally showed it to Noah and Oliver. My brother’s engagement party was in two days, and I was on the precipice of nerves and excitement.

The outfit I had carefully selected was a pastel-pink short-length dress that gracefully skimmed right above the knees, which gave a flirty and youthful vibe while keeping it elegant enough for the event. Its color on the satin fabric was delicate and perfect for this spring occasion. With its tight fit, the dress would accentuate every curve of my body. I would be lying if I denied I chose it while keeping in mind what it would do to Oliver and Noah once they saw me wearing it, along with my high-heeled white sandals.

“Have you tried on your suits, yet?” I asked, returning from the bedroom, where I hung the dress in the wardrobe. The expressions on their faces told me they hadn’t, and frankly, they didn’t seem too interested, either. “Boys! The party is in two days, and you don’t even know if the shirts we bought fit you.”

“They fit, baby,” Noah reassured casually, taking a sip of his coffee while Oliver’s hand idly traced over the knee Noah’s flower tattoo adorned. The TV droned in the background, and the Xbox controllers had migrated from their usual place on the TV stand to the coffee table. Was their plan for the day really just to play video games in the nude and sip coffee?

I arched an eyebrow.

“This is important,” I reminded them, not only because it was my brother’s engagement party but also because it would be the first time the three of us would be seen together as a couple. They were about to meet Jack’s fiancé, Sylvie, her family, and my mother. “We don’t have any other plans for the rest of the day, so here’s what we’re going to do: You two are going to try on your outfits and catwalk from the bedroom to the living room until I’m satisfied. Got it?” I waited. No response, so I took it as a yes. “Good.”

Noah snorted, and Oliver raised an incredulous eyebrow.

“You think you’re in a position to give orders? With two naked caffeinated men in the same room as you?” he quipped.

“Oh, please. Like it’s ever stopped me before,” I retorted with a roll of my eyes, diverting my attention to a bag in the kitchen counter that contained a few other purchases I had made that morning.

“Definitely not, and it’s always getting you in trouble,” Oliver replied.

“She definitely likes trouble,” Noah added, smirking, his eyes following me.

“Come on,” I insisted, growing desperate as I retrieved a small box containing new earrings from the bag. Noah and Oliver watched me expectantly, waiting for a reaction to their laziness. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, I dropped my shoulders in defeat. “Get rid of those towels and let’s get you into your outfits,” I said, marching over to the sofa and grabbing their hands in an attempt to coax them into action.

Predictably, they didn’t budge an inch, their raised eyebrows silently mocking my efforts. After a few moments, they burst into laughter at my expense before reluctantly following me to the bedroom, where they discarded their towels and allowed me to dress them.

Two days later

At thirty minutes to seven, I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in the hall, flattening my dress and making sure my ass looked amazing. I was already wearing my high-heeled sandals and had applied some perfume from the bottle Oliver had gifted me last Christmas. Now, I was just waiting for the boys, who were inexplicably taking longer than expected to get ready. They had unceremoniously kicked me out of the bedroom before they had even donned their shirts or styled their hair, insisting on surprising me—as if I hadn’t already seen them in their outfits a couple of days prior.

As I stole another glance at my reflection, the muffled sounds of their conversation drifted through the closed door. I could hear them discussing how good they looked and playfully ribbing each other, smoothing down the shoulders of their buttoned shirts and exchanging compliments.

I would’ve verbalized how cute that felt from my position if it wasn’t for the sight that welcomed me when they emerged from the room.

As the door to the main bedroom swung open, Noah and Oliver emerged, both dressed impeccably, commanding my attention with their surprisingly refined sense of style. Their matching outfits had subtle variations that spoke about both the similarities and differences in their individual personalities. As I took in their appearance, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, captivated by the sight of these two dashing and alluring figures. Each detail, from their meticulously chosen outfit to the glimpses of tattoos peeking out from beneath their partially unbuttoned shirts, added to their undeniable charm and left me utterly enthralled and in love.

Noah led the way, clad entirely in sleek black, wearing tailored pants that hugged his legs with precision and shiny shoes that gleamed with every step. Beside him, Oliver followed suit, exuding a different yet equally captivating charm in his ensemble. He had chosen a crisp white shirt that provided a striking contrast against Noah’s darkness, but he pairedhim with similar tailored black pants and shoes.

I was about to start drooling.

“Am I supposed to keep my hands to myself all night?” I whispered as we made our way down in the elevator, the three of us unusually quiet and behaving like model citizens. We were anything but.

“Let’s try to keep it nice and holy for Jack’s sake, shall we?” Oliver replied. “He’s already nervous enough about the fact that we’re both dating you.”

“You’re right,” I sighed, feeling the weight of apprehension settle in my stomach. Noah squeezed my hand in reassurance and pressed a tender kiss to my hair, commenting on how delightful I smelled.

It wasn’t just Jack who was nervous; the butterflies in my stomach were in a frenzy, and I wasn’t sure if they would end up killing me. I knew the boys were sort of jittery, too. I was dead nervous, too, and I knew the boys were, too.

But this was inevitable. It was required. It had to happen sooner or later. The bandmates were already in the loop. Jack knew. Even Sylvie was clued in. But I still had to introduce them, and most importantly, introduce them to my utilitarian mother. The thought had kept me on edge for the past fortnight.

Once we reached the outdoor parking lot belonging to my condo, Oliver passed the car keys to Noah with a fluid motion, and he effortlessly caught them mid-air. Stupidly hot scenes like this one always left me awestruck, wondering once again how incredibly lucky I was to have both these men in my life and call them mine.

The car ride lasted no more than twenty minutes, during which we chatted casually. Oliver expressed concern about how he should behave and whether he needed to know anything specific about the people we were about to meet. I mentioned that Sylvie’s family was pretty religious, which added to my disquiet about the upcoming event. Jack had previously warned me about this aspect of Sylvie’s family. They had some old-school puritan roots, and while Sylvie herself wasn’t a follower and didn’t mind about my relationship with two men, her family might be shocked at the idea of a relationship of three. Normally, I would have brushed off their judgment, but it was my brother’s engagement party, and I wanted it to be memorable. I didn’t want to be judged, and I didn’t want anyone judging my brother for my decisions.

As I rambled on about my concerns, Noah sensed my insecurity and asked for my hand. He held it gently, giving it a reassuring kiss without taking his eyes off the road, assuring me that everything would go smoothly. It was a comforting gesture, but a lie anyway. None of us knew Sylvie’s family well enough to predict how they might react to our unconventional relationship dynamic. Besides, Noah was too calm, and that meant just the opposite: deep inside he was as agitated as I was and scared of screwing up.

There was no possible way Noah could screw up that night, not even Oliver while we were at it. They had it all together. They were both grown, mature, and educated men, and being with them as a real treat. They cared deeply about everyone around them and had hearts of gold.

If anything went sideways, it definitely wouldn’t be their fault.

And so it was, that the moment we stepped into the hotel lobby where Jack and Sylvie had organized the event and we walked through the doors to the function hall, all eyes turned towards us. Maybe it was Noah and Oliver’s towering frames and inked-up appearance that caught the attention, or perhaps it was the young woman between them, holding one’s hand and wrapping her other arm around the other’s waist. Either way, we definitely made an entrance.

They looked at us as if wondering if I was fucking both these men. Truth was that indeed I was fucking both of them. They were fucking me, and they were fucking each other. It didn’t get any better than that.

With a friendly smile, we joined the crowd, exchanging greetings with some relatives and acquaintances with a casual wave of my hand, trying to keep our distance. I wasn’t keen on having to repeatedly clarify that Noah and Oliver weren’t just friends, but my boyfriends. There was only so much of that I could handle before feeling annoyed and exhausted.

Amidst the crowd, I head Jack’s voice calling out, “There’s my pretty sister!”

I turned to find him, and as soon as I did, I wrapped my arms around him, letting him pull me into a warm embrace. He looked sharp in his black suit and silk tie, but more importantly, he looked genuinely happy, and that warmed my heart as well.

Growing up, Jack and I had had an ordinary childhood. We had our phases of intense animosity, during which we couldn’t stand each other, followed by periods where we simply pretended the other didn’t exist, especially during our teenage years. It wasn’t until adulthood that we truly began to appreciate the value of having a sibling—someone to rely on for support and friendship. Our upbringing was largely shaped by our mother and grandparents, as our father had left when I was just twelve years old. His struggles with alcoholism led to his frequent absences and eventual departure, leaving our family fractured. Our communication with him dwindled to just a couple of interactions per year, each of us speaking to him separately. Surprisingly, his lack of interested in his children may have been a blessing in disguise, as his absence didn’t weigh as heavily on Jack and me as it might have otherwise. In fact, I hardly noticed our father was gone until two months had passed, when Jack took me to his room, put a hand on my shoulder, and gently broke the news to me.

Although our father’s departure didn’t have a profound impact on me, it left a lasting mark on our mother, despite her insistence on the contrary. While she deserved an immense credit for raising Jack and me well, a part of her remained broken by the disappointment of her love story not unfolding as she had hoped. This disappointment sometimes manifested in her difficulty being optimistic and her resistance to unconventional ideas, particularly those that challenged the notion that life follows a perfect script of monogamous relationships and male dominance. She occasionally would express regret over divorcing our father, clinging to the belief that they could have salvaged their relationship and helped him overcome his struggles. However, my opinion on that didn’t quite agree with my mother’s, and neither did Jack’s. We had been too small to comprehend the extent of my father’s destructive behavior, but we had experienced enough to understand, much later, that it was very likely that his ways would have destroyed more than just a marriage.

I couldn’t help feeling apprehensive about introducing Noah and Oliver to my mother. I didn’t want her to perceive my relationship with them as wrong or to feat that I would get my heart broken not once, but twice. Moreover, I hoped she wouldn’t say anything hurtful to Noah and Oliver. She could be quite cold and harsh sometimes.

Noah and Oliver were well acquainted with my family background and my mother’s demeanor. In the days leading up to Jack’s event, I found myself wrestling with my own nerves, chewing my fingernails as I debated whether to attend alone or bring Noah and Oliver along. While they left the decision entirely up to me, they nudged me toward going together, recognizing that it was a step we would eventually need to take. It wasn’t that we were hiding our relationship, but the prospect of navigating non-traditional dynamics always brought a twinge of uncertainty.

Between the two of them, they helped me find the courage not only for that, but for many other things that, had I been alone, I probably wouldn't have done for fear of failure.

Oliver had his arm around me and gave my side a squeeze, reminding me that I had him on my right and could lean on him for anything. Noah squeezed my left hand. I took a deep breath.

“Thanks for coming,” Jack greeted us, shaking hands with Noah and then Oliver. After a brief moment of awkwardness, he laughed and pulled them both into hugs.

Thank goodness.

“I hope I didn't interrupt any concerts or important events.”

“Not at all, man,” Oliver replied. “Besides, this is more important.”

“Congratulations,” Noah said, giving Jack a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, man. It’s all a bit embarrassing, having to do this,” he commented, looking around, “but the bride’s family insisted, so…” When he looked at me, I gave him an understanding look. “By the way, I made sure to get some vegan options on the tables,” he informed, gesturing to the spread of foods and drinks on the tables. “Just look for the green sticker that says ‘vegan friendly’. Some of Sylvie’s friends are also vegan.”

Oliver thanked him, and the conversation flowed from there, touching on both trivial and other more significant topics. Jack appeared slightly nervous, understandable given the attention on him and Sylvie that evening. Despite being accustomed to public speaking as a businessman, when it came to matters as personal as his love life, he couldn’t help but blush. It was endearing, reminding me of Noah, who used to flush at any mention of his affection for Oliver or whenever he was caught starting at him or at me.

After a few minutes of mingling, a familiar face approached Jack with an effusive greeting. It was Axel, one of Jack’s oldest friends from elementary school. They exchanged a brotherly hug, and Axel’s eyes widened in surprise when he noticed me.

He uttered my name in surprise, flashing a smile and opening his arms for a hug.

“I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you, beautiful?”

Behind me, I sensed Noah and Oliver tensing up, and If I had turned around, I would’ve seen them share a displeased look.

“I haven’t seen you since Jack and I graduated. You look fantastic,” he continued, his gaze roaming me up and down in appreciation but devoid of any hidden agenda. I wished I could have conveyed that assurance to Noah and Oliver, but before I could, Noah wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him, while extending a hand toward Axel.

“Hey, I’m Noah. Her boyfriend.

“Oh,” axel responded, shaking Noah’s hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Axel and you’re…” he turned to Oliver.

“Oliver. Her boyfriend, too.”

As Axel shook Oliver’s hand, he froze for a moment, blinking. Glancing at me for confirmation, I offered a slightly embarrassed smile. Not embarrassed by having two boyfriends, but by their reaction toward Axel.

“Wow, that’s a surprise,” he remarked honestly. “But hey, if you’re happy, why not? You only live once, right?”

I had hoped Axel’s lightheartedness would ease Noah and Oliver’s preoccupations, but they remained on high alert, sticking close to me like protective Rottweilers waiting for someone to try and bite their female.

“Cool tattoos, by the way,” Axel continued, noticing Noah and Oliver’s inked skin.

I silently thanked Jack as he joined Axel’s comment and both steered the conversation that way and then toward business and music, giving me a chance to scan the room for my mother. I needed to introduce her to my partners so that I could get that done with and then discreetly slip away to some quiet corner where I wouldn’t have to worry about someone catching sight of me being smooched by two men.

But she was nowhere to be seen, and my anxiety mounted.

Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by hostile and unnecessary thoughts.

I quietly excused myself, explaining I needed a quick bathroom break. However, as I took a couple of steps away, Oliver grasped my wrist. When I looked up at him, I noticed an insecurity that always made me feel guilty.

“I’ll be back in two minutes,” I reassured him in a whisper, and reached over to leave a kiss on his cheek. I cast a reassuring glance at Noah, too.

Before I got far enough away, I heard Axel’s inquisitive voice asking what prompted Oliver’s gesture. With honesty, Oliver admitted that he didn’t like letting me go to the bathroom alone.

“Why’s that?” Alex probed further; his curiosity piqued. “Are you two those type of overprotective boyfriends?”

“No,” Oliver responded without tearing his gaze away from me, “we’re just traumatized ones.”

By the time I came back, the boys were still chatting to my brother, trying to keep the conversation going while Jack got interrupted every two minutes to greet someone who’d just arrived at the party.

“I should better go mingle with the other guests before they suffocate my future wife with questions and useless chatter,” Jack said, interrupting himself with a look towards Sylvie. Then, turned to address Noah and Oliver, his tone turning into a warning. “You two, you know I like you, but I’ve already warned you that if you break my sister’s heart, I will…”

“Break our necks,” Noah finished.

“Yeah, we’ve been duly warned,” Oliver added.

“Jack…” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “That’s unnecessary,” I said in a hushed tone. “They’re good guys.”

“Yeah, I know what sort of good guys...” Jack began, his tone teasing, but I felt a pang of discomfort despite the laughter that followed from Noah and Oliver.

If the three of them started cracking sex jokes, I would never see the end of it.

“Jesus Christ, Jack,” I admonished, glancing around to ensure no one overheard. “It’s your engagement party.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” he conceded, raising his hands. “I just want to make a good impression on Sylvie’s family and…” He trailed off with a weary sigh, running a hand over his face. The strain of the evening suddenly seemed to weigh heavily on him. “I’m just on edge, sis. And it doesn’t help that you two being attached to my sister’s arms has raised a few eyebrows around here,” he added.

“Let them. I don’t care,” I said, but I wanted to tell him that I had also noticed and that I was just as nervous as he was.

“Yeah, I just have t struggle through the process of telling them these will be my brothers -in-law one day. Both of them,” Jack remarked, his tone resigned rather than resentful. He was not pissed or unhappy. He was just feeling the pressure of keeping everyone happy and maintaining appearances at the lengthy party.

But his words resonated in my brain.

Brothers-in-law.

That was something Noah, Oliver, and I had not talked about.

The words echoed in my mind, sparking a flurry of questions I hadn’t even asked myself. Do I want to get married?

Do I want to marry them?

Would they want to marry me?

Can we get married?

I didn’t even know if polygamy was legal in the United States, or in Europe, for that matter. No, it surely wasn’t, so what was in the cards for us? Could Jack ever call Noah and Oliver his brothers-in-law? Would it matter if it wasn’t recognized on paper?

I felt dizzy, but I managed to gather myself with a shrug and a simple declaration: “I’m not giving them up.”

“I know,” was all he said, holding my gaze for a moment before pulling me aside. “Guys, excuse us for a second,” he said, leading me away. “What’s going on? This is about mom, isn’t it?”

My anxiety spiked at the mention of her. I looked around, avoiding Noah and Oliver’s gazes.

“Did you talk to her?” I asked my brother, certainly dreading the answer.

“Yeah, I did,” he answered. He straightened up, placing his hands on his hips, “but it wasn’t easy. I’m not sure she…” he took a deep breath that felt like a knife twisting in my back, “understands.” Before I panicked, Jack touched my arm, grounding me. “But you don’t have anything to worry about, okay? She’s not going to freak out when she sees you with Noah and Oli, trust me. She won’t say anything. You just… keep it simple. Introduce them to her as you would any other friend.”

“But they’re not just my friends, Jack,” I protested desperately under my breath.

“I know. And she knows,” he clarified, “but it’s better if you just keep names and labels off the table, at least for tonight.”

Did I have any other choice? If I wanted the night to end well, I didn’t. Feeling defeated, I nodded. There was a cruel irony in loving someone and not being able to show it.

“Oh,” Jack added, “and I have definitely not said anything to Sylvie’s family.”

“I guessed that much…” I muttered. I stole a quick look at Oliver and Noah, thinking that they didn’t deserve to be put in such situation. They probably didn’t care, but it still made me feel sad and guilty at the fact that there could be a bunch of people here tonight judging them. “So… My best friends.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue.

Sensing my disappointment, Jack gently shook me by the shoulders.

“Baby sis, this is the world we live in. It’s complicated. People are complicated. But those two are yours, and nobody else’s. Enjoy the party, enjoy the food, and enjoy them. I mean, keep your hands to yourself. I’m not asking you to go all puritan for the night, but this is important for me.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right. I just…” I fidgeted with my hands, still ignoring the background noise of people chattering and laughing while clinking their champagne glasses. “I’m scared of things getting complicated. With mom being the way she is after dad left, and her views on relationships, and everything else…”

If I was so much worried, I shouldn’t have come. And this night was about my brother, not about me and my love life situation. Get a grip on yourself, woman.

“I need to get a drink. I’ll go say hello to the bride who, by the way, looks gorgeous.”

“She does, indeed,” Jack agreed, his smile lighting up at the sight of Sylvie. Maybe I wouldn’t have my mother’s support, but I had Jack’s.

With a kiss to Jack’s cheek, I made my way to the other side of the hall, where Sylvie stood. I wrapped her in a sweet hug. She looked radiant and joyful, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, covered by the fabric of the white dress she was wearing. She immediately expressed her delight at my presence, alleging that she thought I would be in England at the time. I did, initially. When Jack and her told me about the engagement party date, I had tickets booked to fly to England. The trip was going to be two weeks, but given that this was way more important, we exchanged the tickets for ones for Oliver, so he ended up coming here and soon I confirmed the attendance of the three of us to the event.

After a brief catch-up about how thrilled she was about this event and making fun of my brother for his nerves, Sylvie leaned in and whispered, “so, where are they?”

She was referring to Noah and oliver, whom she hadn’t yet met in person, but was understandably curious about. Despite coming from a family with very traditional views, Sylvie was refreshingly open-minded and accepting. She was a joy to be around.

But again, whenever her family would ask about those two guys covered in tattoos that seemed to be always glued to your sister-in-law to be, Noah and Oliver were my best friends. They were not stupid, though, and eventually they would have to deal with it because I wouldn’t keep this stupid façade up for much longer than tonight.

“Um,” I looked around, scanning the room until I spotted them, not far. Oliver was handing Noah a glass of champagne, which Noah declined, “they’re over there.”

“The tall ones?”

“Yeah, let me introduce you to them.”

“Oh, they look goooood,” she said as she nudged my side and we started to navigate the crowd.

I flushed as I dismissed her comment with a light shake of my head.

We made our way across the hall, making small talk with other guests along the way. When I finally introduced them to Sylvie, I realized that, at this point, we were all a family.

She greeted them with genuine warmth and excitement, her smile lighting up the room. The boys reciprocated, offering their congratulations on her engagement, and Oliver couldn’t help but compliment her dress, his cheeks turning a faint shade of red as she returned the praise, telling both of them that they looked very handsome.

It was comforting to know that there would be a good relationship between us, and that the fact that there were three of us was not a hindrance and was simply something that aroused curiosity in some.

As Sylvie engaged in a conversation about Oliver’s clothing line after expressing her admiration for both BMTH’s and Bad Omen’s music despite her preference for Taylor Swift —which elicited laughter from all of us after Oliver made a comment about it—, a sense of ease settled over me, a comfort I hadn’t expected amidst the earlier nerves.

But that comfort was short-lived as a young couple, likely around our age, approached us with wide-eyed astonishment, their focus fixed on Oliver.

Oh, no.

The moment the guy addressed him, my nerves surged to the surface once again.

“You’re the lead singer of Bring me the Horizon, right?”

I didn’t recognize the guy, and judging by Sylvie’s demeanor, she didn’t either. He must have been a distant relative from her family or possibly mine. But as I watched him and his girlfriend gush over Oliver, any thoughts about family ties evaporated, especially when the girl at his side also recognized Noah.

Crap.

I stood there, frozen, unable to intervene or steer the conversation away. It was Oliver who, sensing my panic, gave me a reassuring look and smoothly offered to get drinks for everyone. Noah and Oliver walked off with the young couple, leaving me behind with my heart pounding in my chest.

The last thing I needed that night was someone recognizing them. Now I was terrified at the prospect of news about Oliver, Noah, and I’s relationship spreading through both the media and my family at the same time. I needed things to go slow, but it seemed I had lost all control, and everything would spiral out of hand soon.

A sheen of sweat began to form on my skin, my back clammy with anxiety. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the group until Sylvie spoke again, pulling me out of my trance.

“How do you guys manage it?”

“What?” I blinked, turning to face her.

“How do you do it?” she repeated, a curious gleam in her eyes. “The three of you. I mean, the dynamics, jealousy, all that. I don’t want to pry into your personal life, but I’m curious, if I can be honest. Also, about your sex life,” she added, making a funny face.

A nervous chuckle escaped me. I was grateful for the distraction. Sylvie was like a sister to me. It’s not like I was very open about discussing those things. My personal life was private, especially considering that I was sharing it with two famous people.

“How do you manage it?” Do you ever doubt you each other? Not questioning your relationship, just…” Her tone was gentle and curious.

“I know,” I replied. “Sometimes I wonder the same thing: how do we manage it,” I let out a small laugh. “But it’s just… about feeling, and letting those feelings flow, I guess. And of course, communication. Everything becomes easier when there’s communication,” I explained, hearing Oliver’s voice in my head. “As for jealousy… Yes, there was jealousy initially. I cannot begin to tell you how we sorted that out…” I said, holding a laugh and remembering Oliver seated on his sofa, with Noah kneeled between his legs, me sitting on the opposite side of the couch, my hand between my own legs, watching them. “Everything’s okay now,” I concluded to avoid getting into details.

“And aren’t there days when you want to be with one more than the other? Or when they prefer to be alone?”

“Hmm. It’s not exactly like that,” I mused, giving it a thought as I glanced over my shoulder, but Noah and Oliver had already disappeared from my sight, leaving me with a tightening know in my stomach. “There are days when I need Noah more and others when I need Oliver more, but it’s because they’re different people,” I explained. “Oliver is more carefree, more experienced with certain things. He’s older, so… When it seems like the world is crashing down on Noah and me, Oliver is the one who manages to show us that it’s not that bad. He’s funny, more sociable. Noah, on the other hand, is more focused, more dedicated. He struggles with vocalizing his feelings, but this relationship has helped him a lot. And me… Well, I’ve always tried to be rational and brave, but sometimes doubts and fears overwhelm me. They best thing they have provided me with is clarity. I see things differently now, and I don’t hesitate that often to take any step I need. I think we complement each other very well. What one lacks, the other has.”

I explained that our relationship wasn’t so different from a monogamous one, all things considered. Simply put, we were three. We had to buy more food every week and have a bed big enough for all of us. While we were in Los Angeles, the three of us were staying at my small apartment, and one of us always ended up sleeping on the couch because my bed wasn’t spacious enough.

“And have you thought about finding a place for the three of you?” Sylvie asked, her eyes shining with interest. “I mean, I assume you’re serious. You look very good and very secure with each other. It’s wonderful, honestly. So have you considered looking for a bigger apartment or a house?”

“We’re considering it,” I replied. “Oliver has his family in England, but he wouldn’t mind moving here. Anyway, both he and Noah spend half their time traveling, so it’s not really a hassle to have residence here or there. Noah is still climbing a mountain with Bad Omens and has a way to go. It’s important for him to be here, with the rest of his bandmates. He’s a workaholic. Us going to England wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Well, he could join your brother’s club, then,” Sylvie joked.

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes he takes on too much responsibility,” I chuckled, referring to Jack.

As our conversation continued, we moved to another corner of the venue, joining Sylvie’s closest friends. We laughed, drank, and danced, momentarily forgetting the complexities of our lives.

The hours slipped away unnoticed, and before I knew it, an hour and a half had passed without seeing Oliver or Noah. My mother’s absence was also troubling me at this point.

Approaching Jack as he was released from a group of older guests, I whispered urgently, “Where’s mom? Do you think she’s avoiding m—?”

“Please,” he interrupted, saying my name. “It’s not like that. Of course she wants to see you and meet them. Maybe she’s not thrilled, but she’s curious. At least give her that.”

“Curiosity isn’t always a good thing,” I remarked.

Jack dropped his shoulders. “She was talking to Sylvie’s aunt a while ago, over there.”

Following his finger, I spotted Noah instead, a girl not much younger than me talking cheerfully to him. She seemed overly eager, her hand reaching out to touch him. A surge of annoyance rose within me, mirrored by Jack’s expression.

Sensing my stare, Noah turned to me with a plea for help in his eyes. Knowing his desire to make a good impression for my sake and my brother’s, I imagined he was struggling to dismiss the girl politely.

“He’s in trouble,” I observed.

“Look like it,” Jack chuckled. “That’s Sylvie’s friend’ sister. I don’t even know her name, but by the looks of it, Noah probably does by now. She looks like a…”

“Predator,” I finished. “Hold my drink.” Passing my glass to Jack, I made my way towards Noah and the girl, with Jack cheering me on behind.

By the time I reached them, the girl had already touched Noah’s arm, ignoring the step that Noah took back.

“Hey,” I greeted, positioning myself next to Noah, effectively forcing the girl to withdraw her hand. “I see you’ve met my boyfriend. You’re on of Sylvie’s friend’s sisters, right?” I said, extending my hand.

She hesitated, confusion evident on her face as she glanced between Noah, me, and the room.

“Uh, yes, I am,” she replied vaguely, omitting her name. “But…” She glanced at Noah again, perhaps hoping he would declare his single status. “I was told your boyfriend was over there,” she continued, gesturing to where Oliver stood, holding a little girl in his arms.

“Yeah, that’s my boyfriend,” I clarified, traying to maintain composure at the sight across the hall. “The other one is right here,” I added, wrapping my arms around Noah’s and resting my head on his shoulder. Feeling Noah relax against me and pressing a soft kiss to my hair, I shot him a soft smile.

“I don’t understand,” the girl admitted, her embarrassment evident as a blush crept up her cheeks.

“You don’t have to,” I replied curtly. “Nice to meet you. We’ll see you around.”

With that, I led Noah away, his polite smile directed at the girl before he sighed heavily against my hair.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured.

“I blame your pretty face,” I said as we made our way towards Oliver. It wasn’t the first time Noah had attracted unwanted attention. His looks could literally make anyone salivate and bring them to their knees. Me, first. And it didn’t help that he knew exactly how good he looked… But he decided not to do anything about it, and then he found himself in situation like the one I just saved him from.

“Who’s that?” Noah asked, noticing Oliver with the little girl in his arms.

“The little girl? Lila,” I answered. “She’s the daughter of one of my mom’s nieces.”

Approaching the scene, the sight before me made me feel something unknown in the pit of my stomach. Oliver was holding Lila close to him, his head a bit back so that he could look at her and make funny faces to the four-year-old kid as she inspected the designs on Oliver’s face, neck, and chest. Her mother stood just a couple of feet away, examining the scene with a tender smile as she chewed on some snacks.

“What is he doing?” Noah questioned, observing Oliver’s interaction with Lila.

“And this one?” Lila asked Oliver, touching one of the small tattoos peaking from his chest.

“Oh, that one! “Oliver responded cheerfully, “I let my nephew paint on me with magic pens and guess what, now it can’t be removed!”

Lila covered her mouth with her hands, copying Oliver’s look of shock. Then, she said, “But it’s nice!”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah!”

“Maybe I should let people draw on me with magic pens more often, then.”

“Hmm, yes, but…” she continued, tilting her head to explore Oliver’s displayed skin with a frown, “you have no more space!” she exclaimed tragically, opening her arms and folding her hands out in a cute way, as if telling Oliver there was nothing to do.

“Well, the color on the flower on my neck has faded, so if you want, I’ll let you color it next time.”

“Really?” She was delighted at his offer.

“Yeah, what do you say?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Oh, look who’s coming,” Oliver said, noticing me and Noah approaching.

Lila smiled at me, happy to see me, but when she saw Noah, her eyes went wider again.

“Hi,” Noah greeted her.

“Are you Oli’s brother?” Lila asked.

Oliver chuckled. “Not exactly my brother, love.”

“Is he the one that did all those other drawings on your neck and arms, then?”

“No, but I’m sure he’ll let you paint on him, too,” Oliver added, casting Noah a tender look that would have made me melt if it wasn’t because we were in a public space.

“Sure,” Noah replied, playing along.

“Is that an apple?” Lila asked upon noticing Noah’s neck. She had been eyeing him since the moment she spotted us.

Noah nodded.

“And a snake?! Snakes are scary!”

“Should I cover it up?” Noah suggested, but Lila shook her head.

“It’s scary but I like it.”

“She loves scary things”, her mother interrupted. “I don’t understand where she picked that up from. Her father, probably. Lila, sweetie, why don’t you come back with me and dad?”

“Okay,” Lila agreed, reaching for her mother’s arms. Oliver let her go, and we engaged in a brief conversation with Lila’s mom before Oliver promised Lila a dance later that evening.

Finally alone, I rested my head on Oliver’s chest, feeling Noah’s hands massage my shoulders.

“Hungry?” Noah asked.

“Not really,” I replied.

“You’re tense, baby,” he observed, his fingers pressing into my skin. “No need to be.”

“Still haven’t seen your mom?” Oliver inquired, his hands on my hips.

“I haven’t actively been looking, but yeah, I haven’t seen her yet, and I’m dreading the moment we meet her. It’s keeping me on edge. I’m not able to truly enjoy the party.”

“Want us to take that edge off?” He whispered.

I lifted my head in surprise. “What, now? Here?”

“Why not?”

“…No, not a good idea,” I hesitated, glancing at Noah, who seemed equally eager to please.

“I think we’ve already made a pretty good impression,” Oliver said. “What have you been up to, huh?” He asked Noah.

“Causing a good impression, too, apparently,” he joked, clearly thinking about the way the girl from before had caged him into a stupid conversation.

I huffed with a roll of my eyes.

“All right, love,” Oliver decided, taking my hand. “You’re definitely on edge, and we’re going to take that edge off right about now.”

“Oli…” I started, but Noah urged me to follow.

“Come on,” Noah insisted, guiding me with a hand on my lower back. “Let’s find a quiet place.”

It wasn’t difficult to locate one in the vast hotel. Despite the option of simply booking a room on one of the upper floors, Oliver and Noah seemed determined to add an element of excitement to the night.

Eventually, we found ourselves in a housekeeping storage room.

“In here?” I questioned, feeling uncertain as I looked around me, at the shelves full of piled towels and bedsheets, boxes containing shampoo and gel bottles, toothbrushes and hand cream.

“In here,” Noah affirmed, standing close behind me, his hands settling on my hips while Oliver found the switch to get the lights on. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Now, whose mouth do you want on your pretty pussy?”

I swallowed hard, meeting Oliver’s gaze as he walked to me. He stood in front of me, exuding confidence in that fucking attractive white shirt and with that smirk playing on his juicy lips.

I wasn’t sure about this. A voice in my head urged us to leave before we got caught, reminding me that this is not what we should be doing. We should be outside, enduring whatever we had to endure because it was my brother’s engagement party and my anxiety was no reason to hide away.

However, Noah and Oliver couldn’t be dissuaded.

“Your eyes are already saying yes,” Oliver said, his thumb grazing my lower lip and pulling at it gently. “We just need your mouth to tell us the same.”

And just like that…

“Yes.”

“That’s the word that changed everything, isn’t it?” Noah murmured against my ear, his lips tracing soft kisses along my hairline.

Oliver’s lips met mine, the kiss slow and intense. Pressing against me, he sandwiched me between himself and Noah. Noah’s hands explored my body, one resting on my stomach while the other tugged at the strap of my dress, exposing one of my breasts to the chill of the room, causing my nipples to harden.

Despite our seclusion, the sounds of the outside world persisted— voices footsteps passing by—as Noah whispered lewdly in my ear and Oliver trailed kissed down my neck to my bare breast, quickly driving me away from the distressing situation in the function hall. His hand ventured up my thigh, sliding under the hem of my dress.

“So soft. Always so—” Oliver halted abruptly, and I closed my eyes.

Caught.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Noah asked, halting his actions, too. I longed for his touch and the way he worshiped me the moment he stopped.

“Doll, you’re not wearing any underwear,” Oliver acknowledged.

“Aware,” I admitted with the same casualness as if I had said ‘oops’.

“No joke. You’ve been bare all this time?” Noah questioned, lifting my chin to turn my head toward him.

“Since we left the apartment,” I replied softly.

I sensed all my worries draining down as I felt them giving into my not-so-innocent game. With their attention focused solely on me and the anticipation building, my anguish melted away, turning into something totally different. With them by my side and the heat rising, I knew I could surrender to them and they would take care of everything else.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” Oliver lifted the dress up to my navel, exposing me to his hungry green eyes.

“You’re a naughty little thing,” Noah growled in my ear. His words were accompanied by a playful slap on my butt, eliciting a wince and a suppressed moan that mingled pain and pleasure. “You planned on getting fucked at some point, didn’t you?” His voice trailed off as Oliver’s fingers continued their journey towards the spot between my thighs.

Yes, because I thought that might be the only way to distract myself from my panic.

I made that decision while panicking.

But here we were, weren’t we?

“Just so you know,” Oliver whispered, nibbling on my earlobe. Noah’s kisses were peppered along my neck, the tip of his tongue softly licking at my skin. “We’ve been dying to fuck you all day. We’re going to get you off now with our mouth, but as soon as we get home, you’re going to have us both inside of you.”

I gripped Oliver’s shirt, trying to steady myself as their words and soft touches turned me into a mess.

“So, who’s it going to be, kitten? Just give us a name,” Noah urged.

I felt Oliver’s lips curve into a smile against my mouth. Opening my eyes, I was captivated by the green depths I found myself staring at.

“Do you want my mouth, babydoll? Yeah, you do. Noah got you off twice last night with his. You’ve been missing me, haven’t you?”

“Please?”

“There’s the magic word.”

And in two seconds, he was on his knees.

“It seems all I’ve been doing lately is getting on my knees for you two,” he mentioned, seizing one of my legs and lifting it effortlessly. I observed intently as he draped it over his shoulder, drawing me closer to him, my core inches from his face. “Not complaining, though.”

I inhaled deeply, but the breath was knocked out of me when Noah spanked me once more, propelling my body forward, my center meeting Oliver’s eager and warm mouth.

In less than five minutes, I was unable to support my own body weight, my legs feeling like jelly and shaking as Oliver’s tongue and two fingers guided me through my orgasm, no mercy.

Meanwhile, Noah’s erection rubbed against my bare ass, one hand teasing my breast while the other steadied me against his chest, his seductive kisses sending shivers down my spine.

“As soon as we get home, I’m stripping you naked, but those heels are staying until I’m through with you,” Noah’s voice echoed in my head as I tried to recover from my orgasm.

Once Oliver made sure Noah was holding me, he stood up and fetched some wipes to clean me up, his own arousal evident in his pants. Turning back with a tissue box in hand, I saw the mess I had made on his mouth and felt a bit of embarrassment. But he just smiled, always happy to get me into this state and provide one orgasm after another.

Cleaning me up, he then adjusted my dress to cover me properly, ensuring my modesty, —if you could call it that—. Leaning against Noah, I caught my breath, feeling immensely grateful for the quick escape they had provided me.

Oliver wiped his mouth, purposefully licking his lips in front of me to tease me. I was about to throw myself into his arms to kiss him when, just as he tossed the used paper ball into a small garbage can in the corner and as Noah pulled up the strap of my dress, the door to the room swung open.

“Oh, excuse me. I was looking for the re—”

We froze as an old small woman appeared in front of us, her eyes widening at the scene in the storage room. Her grey eyes fell on Noah’s hand as he hurried to get the strap of my dress on properly. And as inevitable as it was, she noticed my position, locked between two male bodies, and then, obviously, on the huge bulges the two men had in their pants.

“Oh, in the Lord’s name!” she exclaimed, recoiling in shock with a hand covering her mouth. “You three…” She stepped back, and despite her words, Noah took a tentative step towards her, thinking that if she passed out, someone would have to hold her before she hit the ground, “you three are going to Hell!”

Oliver, ever so calm, responded, “I’ve been told people are having one hell of a good time down there.”

I wanted to pick up a bunch of those toothpaste tubes from one of the boxes and fill Oliver’s mouth with the cream. Maybe that would force him to keep his mouth shut.

I was blushing furiously, my body starting to shake again. I was going to combust at some point that night for sure.

From the clothes the old lady was wearing, the jewelry and makeup, it was obvious she belonged to the party group, not some random guest staying at the hotel. She hurriedly left, probably traumatized, and left us in a tense silence.

Noah gave Oliver a disapproving slap on the shoulder.

“Why did you have to say that, man?”

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, offended. “Do you really think she’ll go telling everyone about what she saw?”

Yes, that’s exactly what I thought she was going to do. And then Sylvie’s family would haunt me down and burn me like a witch.

“No,” Oliver continued confidently. “She’ll be too embarrassed to admit she stumbled upon three people doing nasty things in the housekeeping storage room.” He touched my shoulder and hair, noticing my stiff posture. He tucked some strands of hair behind my ear. “Doll, believe me, there’s nothing to worry about.”

But Noah’s heavy sigh next to him betrayed the lack of credibility in Oliver’s words and my own concern.

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” he defended himself. “I’m sure her husband hasn’t given her an orgasm in fifty years. Did you see the look on her face when she realized Noah and I were hard as stone?”

Were, indeed, because their erections were gone now.

Adjusting the spaghetti straps of my dress and smoothing the fabric covering my thighs, I shot him a glare that was met by his mischievous smile and the seizing of my hips as he tried to tickle me, forcefully eliciting my laughter quickly enough.

We exited the room after Noah made sure nobody was passing by. My laughter echoed down the hallway as I attempted to wriggle free from Oliver’s playful grasp. I grabbed Noah’s outstretched hand, letting him lead me to the function hall, but Oliver clung to me, trying his best to calm mine and Noah’s new nerves. It wasn’t as easy as home, though, where we had all the time in the world to sort ourselves out and breathe in and breathe out until everything seemed to be in place again.

Back in the hall, the last twenty minutes of distraction seemed to fade away with a finger snap. Oliver, in his attempt to distract us from worrying about what that old lady thought and what the consequences of being caught could be, decided to continue by nibbling at our necks. Noah wasn’t having it, though, and pulled away with a warning look and a tug on my hand, which caused his attention to slip and nearly collide with a tall elderly woman passing by.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Noah apologized.

When my eyes met hers, a knot tightened in my throat to the poing of threatening to choke me.

“Mom,” I stammered out, the word barely audible amidst the turmoil around me and within me.

Her response was as expected —a cold and critical glare that seemed to pierce through me with precision.

Her scrutinizing gaze swept over us, dissecting every detail with unnerving accuracy. From the nervous tension in Oliver’s and Noah’s posture to the telltale of our indiscretions, no aspect escaped her keen observation; my hands clasped one in Noah’s hand and the other in Oliver’s, the wrinkles on Noah’s shirt, the sweat stains on Oliver’s, the red marks on my neck…

“I’ve been looking for you for a while,” I managed to croak out, the weight of her scrutiny crushing my voice into a mere whisper.

“Of course you have,” she replied, her tone laced with skepticism, a sardonic smile playing on her red lips.

She was draped in a flowing light green dress that accentuated her elegance. Her hair, now cropped shorter than the last time I’d seen her, cascaded around her slim shoulders. Her right hand held a glass filled with champagne. She was beautiful, she looked radiant, impressive, …and I had just screwed up.

This was exactly the way I did not want to introduce the boys to my mother, just right after one of them had just had his head buried between my legs and the other had been nibbling on my neck and playing with my nipples while his erection pressed against my ass.

I couldn’t see my reflection, but I could imagine my face at that moment.

The irony in my mother’s tone made my legs weak.

“Mom, these are…” I stuttered, releasing their hands as I gestured towards Oliver and Noah. My mother’s prolonged stare felt like a weight that I wouldn’t be able to hold on my shoulders. "Noah, and Oliver."

“My pleasure,” Oliver said, attempting to inject some semblance of ease into the strained moment. Noah remained silent, just nodding while his cheeks remained flushed. I wanted to get him out of there immediately.

“Sure it is,” my mother responded, her tone carrying the same ironic edge that had unsettled me a few moments ago. It was clear she saw through the façade; she knew exactly what we had been doing.

Earth swallow me.

“Sylvie’s parents are expecting me,” my mother announced, her voice cutting. With a final nod, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving me feeling exposed and defeated.

The cacophony of voices around me intensified, engulfing me in a suffocating bubble. The walls seemed to press in, the frenzied movements of the crowd making my head spin, and waves of heat threatened to consume me. In my periphery, I caught glimpses of Oliver and Noah, their lips moving, but their words dissolved into the maelstrom, lost to my ears.

“I need to get out,” I gasped, my voice trembling.

It took an eternity to wrench off my heels, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the straps. One of the boys lunged forward, his grip tightening around me as he sensed my impending collapse, but his touch slipped away as I frantically pivoted away, heels in hand.

Each breath grew more labored as I ran towards the exit, a weight crushing my chest, every fiber of my being screaming for escape. With pounding heart and trembling limbs, the last thing I heard were the echoes of two male voices calling my name.

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