#THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS LIKE 3 INCHES BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL

[miserye]

The yaoification of kdj and yjh needs to stop please I’m begging

[elitehanitje]

Vince McMahon Sabotaged Christian Cage's Career

In February 2009, Christian made his surprising return to WWE and debuted on the ECW brand. The moment was exciting for fans, as Christian had made a big name for himself during his nearly four-year stint with TNA Wrestling.

Some fans don't look back on the moment fondly though, as commentator Todd Grisham didn't have much enthusiasm in his voice for the return of a legend. As it turns out, Vince McMahon himself instructed Grisham to have a low demeanor about Christian's return to the company.

Right before I walked out of the Gorillia position before the show. Vince McMahon called me over and said, “When Christian walks out..don’t get excited at all simply say ‘it’s Christian’ and that’s it. Understand me?” Me: “Yes sir”

Tony Khan responded to Grisham's post, calling the behavior insane.

In a recent interview, Kurt Angle stated that there isn't much difference between Vince McMahon and the character of 'Mr. McMahon'.

Reacting to a post criticizing his commentary on X, Grisham recalled the infamous moment. The former WWE personality detailed how McMahon ordered him to say those exact words when Christian returned. Grisham could do nothing but accept and follow his boss’ instructions. Over the years, this moment has become a running online joke. 

For some reason, McMahon never saw Christian as a potential main-event talent in WWE. Therefore, Captain Charisma failed to reach similar heights as his best friend, Edge (Adam Copeland). Even after winning his first World Heavyweight Championship, the Canadian star ended up losing the belt in five days. 

The story reignited the long-standing debate around McMahon's supposed dislike of Christian (rumors mentioned that Jay wasn't a yes-man and didn't want to be involved with any shenanigans backstage involving Vince and his bullying/harassment way).

The latter was once one-half of his most profitable tag-team stable with Edge. However, following their diversion into single competitors, the former 'Captain Charisma' was never treated as a prized asset.

Former WWE star Lance Storm confirmed the official WWE program incorrectly billed Christian at 5’ 10” when the man whose real name is William Reso is 3-4 inches taller.

McMahon's old WWE lead writer Alex Greenfield later revealed the billionaire once pitched to have Christian's face covered by a blue dot.

"Right before I started, there was a big show, I think it might have been in Toronto. Christian was just so completely over, and everybody thought he was going to get a push at, I think it was the World Heavyweight Championship at that point. We were on the plane one time shortly after I started, and Vince was just like 'God damn, I just don't like his face. His face really bothers me.'

"I was like, 'He's ugly, Vince?'

'No, it's not that he's ugly, it's just, I don't know, it's ratty!"

WWE executive Bruce Pritchard even waded in on the theory, by explaining McMahon was never a major fan. "[Vince] didn’t feel that [Christian] had the personality to connect with the audience in a big way. He didn’t think he was larger than life and at that time Vince wanted the top guys needed to be larger than life. You needed to be The Rock, needed to be Stone Cold, you needed to be Undertaker. Every time you would come up with an idea for Edge or Christian it would be like okay, there is a lot of excitement there with Edge."

"‘Oh by God, we could do this with him. We could do this with him, a big good-looking bastard and then we’d get to Christian and it would just be, ‘Ugh, God, do we have to shoot him? Do we have to see that face? The fuck’s he gonna say?!’"

Even after winning his first World Heavyweight Championship, Christian ended up losing the belt within five days.

He inducted long-term partner Edge into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2012 but is conspicuous by his own absence from the list over a decade later. The veteran wasn't offered a new WWE contract following a separate return at the Royal Rumble in 2021.

He has since found a home in AEW under Tony Khan's leadership, who reacted to Grisham's story further in an additional post that read: "Christian Cage is the man."

[sharonisthebettercarter]

hugh campbell is literally the tallest member of the boys in the show and it's one a my favorite details<3

they rarely show it off and tend to use camera angles and posture (hughie boi i see you constantly slouching--LOOK AT HIM~<3<3<3 just casually *unintentionally* making butcher appear is *actual size*--) to play up or downplay/switch up height differences, but i kinda love that hughie went from being the second shortest member (comics) of the boys to the literal tallest<3 (butcher was generally in the middle with homie just casually being a head taller than him--, frenchie and mm being the taller guys on the team, love sausage of course being the biggest guy when there~<3<3<3 he still is btw--)

love love LOVE him so fucking much<3<3<3 literally the *only* REAL bear in this damn series (HE STRAIGHT UP BEAR HUGS BILLY IN THE COMIC AHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! we better see moar of him i swears--). mm is a close one, but he's more of a good big papa wolf~<3 butcher's a scraggly dumpster kitten or fuckin' heifer--

i *also* love love LOVE the single inch height increment hughie and billy got goin' on with homie, it's just the cutest most fun thing~<3 it goes--

5'11" (homie<3)

6'0" (billy bean<3<3)

6'1" (not so wee hughie<3<3<3)

6'2" (LOVE SAUSAGE~<3<3<3<3!!)

i see you sandwiched right inbetween those bois there, 'ey billy~<3? ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

throw in mm between billy and homie, it's hard to find a solid height on that bitch<3 (and they *def* keep trying to downplay his height and bulk cause holy FUCK, THAT MAN--) but i'm gonna say he's probably around 5'11.5", closer to 6'0" maybe??

lol for the roughest layout i guess, they tend to bill urban a bit taller than he is (you can tell cause they'll bill quaid at the same numbers but he's definitely taller than urban, also i SWEAR everytime this man is in a photo that's not a solo glamor shot he's tryin' out some jank ass angles always always always leaning *in* to the camera to make himself look *bigger* leik honey you are so fuckin' cute-- and they *def* keep trying to make billy look *way* bigger than he actually is, BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--) but boi, i see you too<3<3<3

i guess maybe a little closer, it might go something like...

5'11" (homie)

5'11.75" (mm)

6'0.5" (billy bean)

6'1.5" (hughie)

in which there's .75 increments, and then a full 1 inch leap from billy to hughie. either way, they're def very close and not a single one is 'small' per se (except compared to love sausage--tho i do bet starr is one of those fuckers to downplay his height so other men get insecure LMAO--), but i just love the sequencing<3<3<3

what i *also* love~?

(bad posture homie lol) homie's reaction to hughie posturing at his full height was fucking amazing. IT WAS OH MY GAWD--i can't. he had his little surprised moment and then made a *pleased* "ooh~<3" and then smirked like THIS--

leik hughie... MAH BOI--i know he *tried* so fucking hard but leik. homelander is just so unthreatened by him that he's fucking *amused* and engaged with hughie *trying* to be brave. *he relaxed further*-- he just... he just doesn't give a shit. and it's horrible. but also *beautiful* because at this point, you can tell he's just so bored out of his mind that he even *welcomes* the challenge in some ways. he is LOVING that people feel so attacked by him without him doing much--LEIK.

there are a couple other unhinged and unsettling *positive* reactions he has to people similarly enough, (his descent into madness in real time--not gonna get into it now lest this post become *all* about homie--) but man oh man~<3

little bit less posture difference here, will say it's silly fandom obsesses over/exaggerates single inch height differences (particularly between homie and billy while ignoring/reversing hughie and billy, leik C'MON--let hughie be his height~<3! also we should be obsessing over the perfect~<3 *sequencing*, DUH--) but it's honestly pretty amazing how much of a nonfactor the height is in general.

for homie, it's pretty obvious he doesn't give a shit as he's particularly relaxed and unbothered by people being taller than him (especially hughie--literally amused by people posturing LEIK--by the gods his reaction to hughie challenging him--I CAN'T IT WAS FUCKING--GOOSEBUMPS~<3<3<3), but it just goes to show. motherfucker is just playing with his food--

BONUS~<3

lmao blurry ass pic of baby urban getting *dwarfed* by dwayne "i'm 5'11" and wear lifts" 'the rock' johnson. (also that mofo got so much bigger leik gotdamn i am actually curious how much more he'd *DWARF* urban cause ya look at him now and just. he ate a truck--ya look at the rock next to a guy leik SHAQ and HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT the differences are staggering leik one inch is nothin' baby--) SWEET BABY JEEZUZ--

bonus bonus~<3

another detail i *love*?

the shorter two (and frenchie~<3<3<3!) have the bigger/longer noses and... *likely* the biggest cocks--

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[leclsrc]

heyy, could u write the "resting the head on their shoulder" prompt? or the five fights, whatever u prefer 🩷

last anon was for charles, sorry! 🩷

felt the rush – cl16

genre: fluff (no bluff. like dont b fooled this is not angst for once..!), slight nsfw tonesss, sainz!reader

auds here… multitasked & combined like 3 reqs to make this omds… so it runs a tad long. title from this

send for the five times they almost get into a fight and the one time they do.

You squeak when you exit your closet, still in the middle of zipping up your dress. “What are you doing here?!”

Charles is lying on your bed, wearing your robe that looks entirely too tight on him and makes him look like a stripper, eating a chunk of chocolate. He spots you and gets up quickly, before you can utter another word—before he gets any nearer, you raise a stiff hand.

“Step any closer and I’ll yell.”

“You’re no fun.” He pops the chocolate into his mouth. “I like your dress. And new nail colour?”

It’s a Dior dress. And deep red. “We’re supposed to be avoiding each other,” you retort instead, rolling your eyes. If the last few times you’d almost been caught being fucked within an inch of your life by your brother’s teammate were any indication, the sneaking around was getting too risky to bear for either of you.

“Like I said! You’re no fun.” Charles tuts.

“Well, a sex fast isn’t supposed to be fun, tonto.” You tap your pointer finger against the temple of your head. “Think about it. It’s supposed to be effective.”

“The real effective thing is…” he hums, murmuring something in Italian, lost momentarily in thought.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, the real effective thing is you wearing my robe. You look like my abuela.”

He haughtily crosses his arms. “I was going to say that the method that’s most effective is just having sex until neither of us can.”

An irritated (but still as beautiful, he thinks) face stares him down, despite the height difference. “I am not getting an STD.”

“They say too much of anything is bad for you,” he elaborates. “The more sex we have, the less we’ll end up wanting each other.” He nears you, lips curling into a teasing smile. “You know this is a good idea.”

The logic is so stupid it seems to work, but before you can even voice assent, your maid Bianca pushes the door open, her eyes wide with the reaction that comes from evident eavesdropping. “No! Miss, no. Él es malo para ti. Carlito se pondrá furioso!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the voice of reason wash over you. Before this escalates into a fight even further, you resolve it yourself. “Get out. And take off my robe, abuela.”

—

How things came to be with him, you can barely even remember. It started when he became teammates with your brother, and all of a sudden everything was confusingly imprecise, a mess of sex and alcohol and bad decisions, quickly followed by kisses and cuddles and sweet moments. You can’t even blame yourself for not being able to label the relationship, even having to consult Bianca to help out (to no avail).

But whatever the relationship is, you know Carlos won’t be happy if he finds out there’s something between you and Charles. Charles, who is buckling his belt and picking up a bundle of lace from the floor. You adjust your tiny skirt, eye his hand, make a dive for your underwear. But he’s quicker, making sure you can’t reach them.

“Give them back,” you demand firmly. “Those cost 200 euros.”

“For this?” He dangles the flimsy material in between you both. “This is like a scrap of fabric. Well, they are very pretty. Though not as pretty as what’s undern—”

“Shut up!” Your face burns with embarrassment and irritation, hands still fruitlessly attempting to grab the panties from his. “You’re so annoying.”

“I will shut up,” he says, “and you and I can stop fighting like this, if you just let me keep them.”

“Perv.” You cross your arms, eyebrows arched.

He pockets them, watches you remain quiet but annoyed. “See? Fight resolved, principessa.” He pecks a quick kiss to your cheek and you gasp with surprise as he ducks out of your hotel room.

—

You’re watching the race when Charles gets P1 and your brother gets P2. Reasonably, the garage is bubbling with excitement and alcohol, your and Charles’ families join the throng on the paddock congratulating them both for a race well done.

Somewhere in the middle of celebrations you’re pulled into an empty closet, populated only by oil and cleaning supplies, feverish kisses pressed all over your neck. You gasp into his mouth, hurried by his hands sneaking up your dress. “Careful with the”—you gasp, his lips against your inner thigh—“dress, it’s Hermés.” He nods.

“I—” You pause, breath hitching. “I saw on F1 Gossip, you have a new girlfriend.” The image of her selfie flashes white hot in your head and you roll your eyes.

“Rumors.” Charles grunts irritably, burying his face in between your tits.

You knot lithe fingers into his fluffy hair, pull him toward your face so you can let him kiss you again. It moves fast, like all your trysts do. “You follow her,” you pant after two kisses, “you follow her on Instagram.” Your legs wrap loosely around him, your hips bucking up to seek friction. 

There is a silent question hanging like rain clouds over both your heads: why are you so worked up? After all, hadn’t you both agreed to keep labels off the relationship? Still, you’re petty, a bit jealous, and the emotions incite your best detective tendencies. He just makes disapproving noises, moving onto his knees to lift the hem of your already short dress higher.

His eyes meet yours, fingers at the waistband of your panties. Clearly you refuse to let the issue die. “We’re just friends,” he says.

“And I’m just a teammate’s sister,” you quip sharply. “No sex. Until I get the truth.”

He laughs against your thigh, shaking his head as he stands up. “You overreact. You are jealous.”

“I’m not.” You insist petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest because you can feel his eyes flickering toward it. “Spill!”

To shut down the pending fight, he does. “We really are just friends—fans need drama. You’re my only principessa, okay?” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll fuck you another time.”

Despite yourself, you ask: “Promise?”

—

“Te gusta él,” Bianca says when she’s depositing your clean laundry into your wardrobe. You bite on a chocolate, stockings-clad legs bending as you adjust yourself on your bed to answer her statement.

“Qué quieres decir?” You pause, angry. “Bianca, you’re going crazy. I don’t like Charles, for your information. It’d be wrong. Do you have any idea how angry Carlos would be?”

Shame and anxiety boil low in your stomach. She tuts and right as she’s exiting—“I never even said his name, amor.”

—

You realize things have changed when he’s helping you clasp your bra back on and kissing you the entire time. When you’re whispering good luck to him before he’s off to race, in your illicit hiding places. When he kisses not your lips, not your neck or cheek—but your forehead, the small of your back, your shoulder. 

When you can successfully pull off telepathic conversations, across meeting halls or dining tables. What are you doing later? I’ll text you my room. Okay. Stop staring. No, you. Want a drink? Wanna sneak off? It’s a talent, a skill you’ve honed from the periods of secret sex.

You’re laughing into his mouth, brushing your hair into a neater mess, when someone knocks on the bathroom door. “Hello?” Carlos calls.

Your eyes widen. Let me do the talking. 

Okay. He nods briefly.  “Just a minute!” You both yell, at the same time. And you’re fucked. So is the telepathy, apparently.

Carlos pushes the flimsy lock open, enters with a bewildered expression on his face—one belonging to perhaps the only clueless person in the entire garage; nay, the entire fucking paddock. All at once, random expletives and questions leave him in Spanish, but you answer just as quickly, and the whole thing escalates into a quickfire question and answer.

“You stay away from my sister.” He points at his teammate, aghast. “Ella es mi hermana pequeña! Ay, dios mio. Ay! You’re a man-whore. A man-whore—!”

Ten minutes later they’re reluctantly getting along, both sipping water to calm them down. The anger is replaced by awkwardness at that point, and you’re in the thick of it, reassuring your brother in calm tones to make sure he doesn’t start throwing around the word man-whore ever again. After his brief burst of frustration that Bianca got to know before he did, he eventually quiets down himself.

“So?” Carlos asks, shrugging. “Qué tipo de relación tienes?” He cocks his head to the side, gesturing to the awkward Charles a few feet away. It’s a loaded question, one you’ve asked yourself a million times since you started fooling around. You’d felt something then, and God if you don’t feel it all now, a rush of emotion when you see him across the garage or pressed up against you in ratty closets.

The connection might’ve been hasty, spontaneous, illicit, but it will always remain there even if you try to deny it. So even if it’s difficult to admit—you know the answer. It’s so easy you could answer Carlos’ question in your sleep. You could tell him how often you think of Charles, how sweet he is, how his kisses stick themselves onto you like invisible lovebites, and how you hope you’ll never stop thinking and feeling. But for now, one label is enough.

You stare, and Charles smiles. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

[moonlitinks]

What Fate Decides [Taehyung x Reader] [Part 3]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing

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The accident turned you into an omega.

Okay, that’s kind of a lie. You were a dormant omega, apparently, but now you’re a real one. Or something like that. In truth, your face had been pale, and though the doctor’s mouth was moving, nothing seemed to register. Finally, you had been comfortable with being a Beta. And then suddenly, the world shifts it’s axis, it being Wacky Wednesday or something, and you’re an Omega.

You release a wry laugh. What a joke. 

A joke, because you lost your best friend.

A joke, because you lost your freedom. 

A joke, because you feel as if you just lost everything. 

The door swings open to your studio, and you watch as Taehyung is fumbling outside your doorway, hands in his pockets, peeking up from you from under his bangs. Though you normally wouldn’t think anything of it as a beta, the omega side suddenly sees it as groveling. An alpha hunching over and submitting to his omega. 

Ha. Like you’re his omega. There are thousands of them lined up already, begging for his attention no doubt. Adding yourself to the list among the more experienced, and beautiful, ones is a waste of heartbreak. 

“Do you want to come in?” You hesitate, and his mouth twists as he straightens. He’s tall. 

No surprise there. The only surprise should be that your omega is reacting to his height.

“You’re not on suppressants,” he starts, forming into a mother hen. “You have to be on suppressants.” 

God, you can’t even tell how much time has passed since the accident and he’s already making a list, throwing you into the omega life. And besides, it’s been like a week after you discharged? He was there every day at the hospital, but now that you could walk without any issues, he disappeared? 

“I don’t want to be,” you protest. “Why do I have to? I’ve never—”

Oh. Right. Because you’re different now. You sigh at the thought of the mundane life escaping further from your grasp. “Do I have to, though? Is there no other option around it?” 

That makes Taehyung pause from the doorway, and he turns around. 

“There’s this thing,” he starts, swallowing. “Called scenting. And you have a scent that can draw Alphas—”

“But you smell, too,” you wrinkle your nose. “And nobody attacks you or anything—”

“It’s not safe,” he repeats, but there’s a layer underneath it. Dangerous. Possessive. Raw. He growls, and you melt in his arms. Into a puddle of arousal, with the slick gushing out of you and the way your gut is aching. 

“Omega,” he thunders, and something shifts. He’s inching closer, and in the next moment, Taehyung’s kissing your jaw. Groaning. Murmuring, Omega. Let me scent you.

And you tell him—Yes. And when his mouth covers your gland and sucks, you cry out and clutch his arms.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groans once more. His teeth scrape the back of your neck, where your gland is located, and you babble incoherent words. “Omega. You smell so good. Taste fucking delicious.” 

This is not a good idea. 

But it’s one that your heart wants. 

Taehyung knows he should contain himself. He has to be the alpha that helps his best friend find a suitable companion. But he can’t help but think that you’re his omega, no matter how much he attempts to think otherwise. He doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic he has with you, but goddamn, he’s attuned to every one of your movements. Like the way you’re curled up against him as the movie plays, legs on top of his own, and head leaning against his chest. There are small, barely audible throaty sounds coming from you as you watch the couple fight, clearly disliking it. And he can’t help but wonder how it feels to suck on your gland again until you’re smothered in his scent.

Then he can’t help but imagine you under him, knotted and preening. He already knows you’re vocal with your whimpers and sighs—and if you can’t stop squirming, he’ll pin you to the bed and bite your glands on your wrists… and rut into you. Fuck, he might not even be able to pull out to thrust back in. 

“Taehyung?” You murmur, eyes wide and innocent, most likely catching the way he stared at you. Like he wanted to devour you. 

In return, the alpha mumbles your name and rests his forehead on your shoulder. It’s hell, he thinks, jaw clenching. You’re wearing his hoodie and no shorts under it, and he’s breathing in your lavender scent, mind repeating: this is hell, but also what content is like. 

It’s insane, how much comfort you bring. You brought it as a beta, but you’re also bringing it as an omega. Taehyung kisses your cheek and embraces you, closing his eyes for a second. The fact that you’re alive and breathing under him—that is enough. It’s all he can ever ask of you, to just keep smiling at him. 

There are some things that changed about him. He started—and he knows that you noticed—calling you love, or baby. He buries his head in the crook of your neck constantly, making sure you smell like him and he you. Satisfaction thrums through Taehyung’s veins when he can smell himself on you. 

Knowing that scenting you earlier meant that you belonged to him. That all his members could smell who you belonged to. His Alpha loves it, too, instead of thrashing around and causing anxiety. Finally, his head quiets. No thoughts about coming home, taking care of you, making sure you’re well fed, rings through his mind. 

“I have something to tell you,” he blurts, and you glance up.

Fuck. He can’t take it anymore. Screw company guidelines. Screw what people thinks. He wants you. All of you.

You’re his happiness; there’s no doubt in his mind that fate put you together. 

“I love you,” he murmurs, placing your hand over his chest, directly where your heartbeat is. “You’re everything to me. My whole world. My—”

“Your omega?”

“My omega. Just like I’m yours, too.” 

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[pinkiedev]

Payback Ch. 1

A Stranger Things AU where Steve Harrington gets shrunk down to five inches tall, and one Eddie Munson is the one who finds him. Now, if only Eddie didn't think this was all a drug-induced hallucination.

Set in post-Season 3 but pre-Season 4!

-

Steve was not having a good day. 

Was this particularly surprising? Maybe a couple of years ago, yeah. 

However, after having survived a whopping three attempts from what an average joe would not be far off from correct by calling demons from hell, well. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly atypical for Steve to no longer have only good days.

The difference now, however, was that he wasn’t currently in the midst of fighting an impending apocalypse or the related monsters, he wasn’t having nightmares about either of said scenarios, and he wasn’t even suffering through a more monotonous than usual day at the video store. 

No, today, Steve woke up and immediately realized several things were amiss, a task made easy considering the fact that there was 1) no roof over his head, 2) there was instead a shockingly high up canopy of trees interspersed with clear blue skies, 3) he had a headache to rival the time he’d gotten his face beaten in by Billy, and 4) the grass around his stood at about waist high.

Yeah, that fourth realization had come around as soon as he’d shot upright in a blind panic, hands clutching at his head as he'd let out a pained groan.

Now, several hours later, Steve could quite assuredly give three additional claims that were likely facts: he was undeniably lost, his headache had thankfully abated, and he was currently the height of a fucking goddamned soda can. 

He knew that last one because he’d stumbled across a can of pop and found that the top of his head just reached the lip of it.

Which was absolutely fantastic.

He had half a mind to think this was all some sort of messed up dream, but he was unfortunately well aware that he was not nearly imaginative enough for that, and he hadn’t been to any parties recently where he could’ve been slipped some drugs that might’ve been able to make up for his innate deficiency.

So it was pretty safe to say that this was real, and he was probably going to die.

Why would this being real mean he would probably die, you might wonder?

Well, the answer was more reasonable than you’d expect:

He was being chased by a goddamned rodent that was nearly double his size.

-

Eddie snapped out of his daze at the sound of a shrill scream, his chin slipping off from where it’d been propped up against his palm at the abrupt break in the relative silence around him.

He sat up on the wood bench, wincing at the drag of the splintering grain against his jeans, and scanned the trees around him. 

Nothing. 

His brows furrowed minutely, and he stubbed his joint against his metal lunchbox, tapping out the ash and shoving it inside a baggie in the tin.

Maybe he was just hearing things? he mused, turning the thought over in his head before giving a mental shrug. Well -

His eyes snapped back up. There it was again! - a shout. High pitched in the sense that it was at such a quiet decibel, followed by the sound of rustling leaves. 

His head slowly tilted to the side, and he leaned his whole body with the motion to peer around the picnic table and towards where the noise had emanated from.

“...Hello?” he called out cautiously, dragging out the word, gaze darting around as he found himself rising from his seat. He crouched down when he heard another rustle followed by a yelp.

That was definitely coming from somewhere close to the ground, and it sounded deceptively… not like an animal, Eddie thought, squinting his eyes as he scanned the leaf litter in the grass.

Movement had his head snapping to the left just in time to track it, and he sprang forth without another thought, the motion more of an awkward frog leap because of his stance, and saw -

What the hell? 

It - what?

That was a person.

An itty bitty person, face hidden by their mussed up hair and only their waist and up visible through the foliage, but what Eddie was pretty sure was a human - or, at the very least, very human-like - nonetheless. 

One being chased by a very disgruntled looking mouse.

For a second, Eddie found himself just staring at the completely incomprehensible scene, thoughts dazedly somewhere along the line of ‘wow, I’ve finally actually lost it and my mind’s entered some fucked up Alice in Wonderland type shit, hasn’t it?’ but he snapped out of it as the teeny tiny person gave another yell when the mouse snapped at them, the rodent’s teeth momentarily snagging on the back of the teeny's shirt.

Eddie’s hand darted forward unthinkingly, and, from one moment to the next, he had a fistful of person held up in front of his face, the mouse giving an aborted squeak and darting away as soon as he made his move.

Meanwhile, the being (?) squirmed in his hand, having first given a shout in surprise at suddenly being caught before letting out grunts and puffs of air as they tried to push fruitlessly at his fingers, their tiny, miniscule little hands shoving at his skin and hardly doing anything but leaving the faintest of indents. 

Eddie blinked rapidly, bringing them closer to his face. 

He’d smoked weed today, sure - when did he not? - but it’d never given him hallucinations before. 'Cause that’s sure as hell what this had to be. A hallucination, that is.

There was no other explanation for the fact that, staring right back up at him, face frozen in a mixture of shock and burgeoning dread, was none other than Steve fucking Harrington.

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WOOT WOOT

Ch. 2

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I just read ur fic about mulder and scully watching p*rn and I AM LIVING pls give us chapter 2 🥵 you write these two so well!!!

Thank you so much!! And thank you so much to everyone who sent me an ask about it! I've accidentally missed a ton of messages and I'm so moved by the love and support I've gotten in there. I'm going to be responding to everyone over the course of the next few days, but I'm using this ask to respond with Chapter 2 of Be Kind Rewind! I hope people who liked it are still around and interested in reading it <3 I am so appreciative of you all.

Be Kind Rewind II

Prompt: can you write a fic of mulder and scully somehow ending up watching something from mulder’s “collection” together? (pre-relationship)

Chapter 1 | Ao3

Mulder had died and gone to Heaven. Surely, that was the only explanation for how he was currently holding Dana Scully in his arms as her tongue coaxed its way into his mouth.

His brain struggled to reconcile the sensations of kissing a woman and the knowledge that the woman was Scully. His Scully. Mulder had spent so long sequestering his desire for her to his most private moments, that being able to lean against her and feel her warm body meld against his made him feel delirious. From the way her mouth felt pressed against his to the little puffs of exhalation caressing his cheek, Mulder felt entirely overwhelmed by her.

Without her heels, their height difference proved to be more of a challenge than normal. The back of his neck burned in protest from craning down at such an unnatural angle, but he'd be damned if he let that stop him. Scully, ever his partner, eased herself up on the balls of her feet to meet him halfway. The movement caused her to sway a bit, but when her breast grazed against his sternum, she didn't move away. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him as her jaw worked greedily against his.

It didn't feel real. He was kissing Scully. She was kissing him back. Suddenly, the games he used to play in the bathtub where he'd see how long he could hold his breath underwater felt like preparation for this very moment. He might've been out of the water, but he was absolutely drowning in Dana Scully's rapt attention.

When he was afraid he might pass out and finally had to acquiesce, he pulled away from the kiss only to feel her body careen forward in an effort to prolong their contact. Mulder's hands darted to her hips to steady her and he almost flinched upon his fingertips making contact with a sliver of warm skin where her shirt had ridden up.

Her eyes had been closed, and when they blinked open, her pupils were blown with desire. Mulder wished he had something smooth or charming to say right now, but all he could do was try to suppress the goofy, toothy grin that seemed to only grow wider the more he looked at her.

She let out a little breathy chuckle before running the pads of her thumbs over his bottom lip as if mesmerized by her own newly conquered territory. For the first time since they kissed, she looked into his eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the intensity of her stare. "Stupid fucking bee," she whispered with an impish grin.

The explicative went straight to his cock, and he knew Scully had to have felt it throb against her stomach. Mulder raised his hand to the back of her neck, toying with the collar of her shirt and the golden chain of her necklace before pressing his hand flat against the nape of her neck, An inch of raised scar tissue rubbed against his palm, and his fingers curved protectively. "I've spent so long wondering…" he admitted before raking the tips of his fingers through the hair at the base of her scalp.

She licked her lips tentatively as she nodded. "I know," she finished, letting her hands slide up from his jaw so that she was cupping his face in her hands, her fingers cradling his skull. Then, as always, she provided him with tangible evidence of her theory. Scully raised herself up on the balls of her feet while pulling him towards her so that she could press her swollen lips to his. And once again, he found himself wholly overwhelmed by the sensation of having her tongue in his mouth, feeling her cling onto him as her hands roamed his body.

Growing bolder, he slid the hand that had been resting on her hip a little lower. Then a little lower after that. Until he was cupping Scully's ass as she let out a muffled groan into his mouth. She slid her knee up his leg towards his hip in an attempt to press her groin against his, but the momentum caused them both to stumble back until Scully's calves pressed up against the couch cushion. Suddenly, Scully was reclined on the couch while he had one knee resting next to her thigh as his hands grabbed the back of the couch for balance, bracketing Scully's head in between his arms.

In normal circumstances, he would've laughed at the clumsy fumble, but in normal circumstances, Scully wasn't staring at him with bedroom eyes and swollen lips.

A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest as the sensation of Scully's lithe hand cupping him through his pants threatened to buckle his knees. He suddenly became incoherent as she traced his length with her palm, curving her fingers against the girth. All he could bring himself to do was bury his face into the crook of her neck and let out incomprehensible strings of encouragement and appreciation.

He felt Scully's face turn towards him before he recognized the sensation of her lips nibbling on the thin skin covering the tendon of his neck. Bolts of arousal were shooting through his nervous system and disseminating into every part of his body. He felt possessed by her, and it was intoxicating.

But he wanted her to feel good too.

Taking one of his hands off the back of the couch, he placed his palm against her hip, running it tentatively up her torso until he was cupping one of her breasts. Despite there being at least two layers of fabric between their skin, she jolted towards him. The action elicited a sound that was somewhere in between a gasp and a whimper, and the proximity of her mouth to the shell of his ear caused his body to break out in a wave of goosebumps as he shuddered.

He began moving his thumbs against the thin fabric, finding the spot where he could feel turgidity blooming under the cotton. Encouraged by the sounds she was making, he began flexing his hand against her, kneading the weight of her breast in his hand.

Scully's head fell back onto the couch cushion, and the column of pale skin being exposed to him was too tantalizing to neglect. He bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat, suckling at her skin while he felt her heartbeat flutter under his tongue. "Oh my god," she whispered almost inaudibly.

He wasn't sure how they ended up here, but the next thing he knew, Scully was sprawled across the couch with him leaning over her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. His hands were under her shirt, resting on her ribs as his thumbs teased the bottom of her bra.

"May I?" he rasped, moving his hands further up her sides and causing her shirt to bunch up over his knuckles. In response, she arched her back, and he used the movement to pull her shirt the rest of the way off, careful not to tug on her hair.

Mulder took a moment to appreciate her simple, black bra before reaching his hands behind her again. In his excitement, he fumbled a couple of times with the clasp, but his embarrassment quickly went away when he saw Scully smirk at him. He managed to free her of the garment, leaving Scully naked from the waist up underneath him.

It might've been imperceivable to someone who didn't know her as well as he did, but as soon as her bra came off, he saw a level of vulnerability settle over her. She began licking her lips while slightly curving her shoulders inward, watching his reaction as if she expected it to be anything other than elation.

"My chest is small… I've been told… during."

All of her exes were morons.

They were perfect. She was perfect. He pressed his face to her chest and nuzzled his cheek against the heft of her breasts. Her nipples prodding against his jawline caused him to turn his head so he could pepper kisses across her skin, adorning her with the affection others had been too brutish to bestow.

Under his attention, the skin of her chest became marbled red as her flush manifested in blotchy patches. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, she gasped so loud he worried he'd done something wrong until he remembered she said her breasts were sensitive.

In his fantasies, he'd always imagined she'd be responsive. Over the years he'd witnessed how sensitive Scully's skin was, but hearing how labored her breathing became as he switched between sucking and flicking. He split his attention between each breast, making sure whichever one didn't have his mouth was getting plenty of attention from his hand. She fit against his palm perfectly, and he was mesmerized by the impossible softness of her skin.

After a few minutes of this, he kissed his way up her sternum until his mouth was against her neck. "Scully, I love your breasts."

She let out a little breathy laugh before joking, "I think they love you too."

He resumed his attention, but spread it across her whole torso, wanting to commit every bit of her to memory. When his teeth grazed the skin covering her ribs, he felt her muscles tense away from him and he pulled back. "Sorry. That tickles," she grinned.

With as much seriousness as he could muster, he asked, "Where?" Then, putting his hand on her side, he flexed his fingers, grinning as she gasped and lurched away from him. "There?"

"Mulder, don't," she warned with a breathy laugh, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. The movement caused her to push her breasts together and suddenly Mulder forgot what he was just doing.

Scully must've seen his expression change because her hands quickly slid to her waistband with his own hands trailing quickly behind. They made quick work of ridding Scully of her pants. As the fabric slid down her legs, he repositioned them so that he was sitting normally on the couch while Scully sat on his lap – her back to his front as her legs dangled on either side of his own, her feet unable to touch the ground.

Scully seemed shocked at the sudden change in position, but when his hand slid down her abdomen, she simply fell limp against him, reclining her head back so that it was resting against his shoulder.

His fingers slowly crept under the elastic of her underwear, treading through her public hair until he felt slick warmth.

"You're so wet," he murmured in disbelief. "Was this from the video?"

"Not even slightly," she asserted with a sardonic laugh, a sound he felt resonate against his chest. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "It's because of you."

His eyes fluttered shut as the weight of that statement threatened to rock him off-kilter. To say he was aroused was an understatement. An eight-inch long understatement currently straining against the denim of his pants. But part of what was titillating was that he was on the cusp of learning truths he'd only been able to speculate, and speculate he had, with his cock in his hand since he fell in love with her. If he was honest, even before. What would she sound like? What did she like? Was she bossy or submissive or both? With each second that passed at this moment, he was learning something new.

Mulder progressed slowly, feeling her reactions before proceeding further. He watched her face with rapt captivation as he slid his middle finger into her, palm up. Her brows furrowed and Mulder paused a moment, his finger still inside her, as he watched for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he felt her hips wiggle against his hand in silent encouragement, he withdrew his finger slightly, curving it against her upper wall before plunging it back into her tight heat. Despite the fact his second knuckle was just sticking out of her, and that his index and ring fingers were flush against her labia, she still rolled her hips against him as if he could possibly get any deeper.

As she squirmed in his lap, her ass kept grinding against his crotch, causing him to inadvertently buck against her and push her harder against his hand. Based on her reactions, he took the initiative to plunge his ring finger inside of her while pressing the palm of his hand against her swollen clit.

Scully gasped as her head lolled back and forth against his shoulder. Taking advantage of the position, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, sucking on her erogenous zone with fervor. With his free hand, he slid up her torso until he was groping her breast again, kneading its weight while using his forearm to lock her in place tightly against him.

Restraining her elicited a surge of arousal to coat his digits as the squirming of her hips grew. She was babbling a mixture of his name and pleas, and he had to use all of his willpower to keep from grinding into her ass like his body so desperately craved.

As he massaged her breast, he pinched her nipple and within a second, she was coming in his arms. He had to tighten his hold to prevent her from rocking out of his lap as he helped her ride out her orgasm.

He stopped moving when she crushed his hand in between her thighs, rolling her hips a few more times with his hand trapped until she bonelessly collapsed against him.

"Oh my god," she panted breathlessly.

"You're incredible," he replied, his voice equally as strained as hers.

While she was catching her breath, he gently eased himself out from under her so that she was taking his spot on the couch with him kneeling in front of her. He slowly removed her sodden underwear, but instead of rejoining her on the couch, he stayed where he was and parted her legs.

As he stood on the precipice to the gates of heaven, he had one thought.

Scully's never come this way before.

The thought that she'd come undone on his tongue, that he'd be the first to pleasure her with his mouth successfully, was almost too much to bear. She had just caught her breath from the last orgasm when he pulled her further down the couch as he settled on his knees.

Her blood was flowing to her sex and he could see her labia was pink and engorged. The way her arousal glistened against the lamplight made him think of peaches. He'd bet that Scully would roll her eyes if she knew he was thinking that, but it was all that came to mind as she lay prone and ripe beneath him.

He was aroused to the point he felt dizzy. He was currently kneeling in between Dana Scully's parted thighs with parts of her he'd never seen before grazing his cheeks, inches from his lips.

"W-wait," she stammered, her breasts falling and rising with her staggered breaths.

He paused and her thighs released their grip on him, parting just enough so that he could see her face. "You really don't have to."

In that moment, Mulder wished he could have seen himself from her point of view. He felt like his entire body was trembling with the desire to taste her. He was practically salivating from his position between her thighs. He might even cry if he didn't get his mouth on her soon.

Even so, the echoed whispers of her past treatment still hung miasmic in the air. She'd been made to feel like a burden to the point that even though everything about his posture non-verbally screamed "please let me go down on you or I'll die," she still thought he was indulging her.

"Would it make you uncomfortable?" he rasped, rubbing his thumb playfully against the skin above her pubic mound.

She licked her lips while staring at him blankly. A moment went by before her face went crimson and she let out a breathy, embarrassed chuckle, "I'm sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?"

"Did I just make you flustered?" he asked incredulously, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He moved his hands so they were cupping the undersides of her thighs with his thumbs pressing gently into the area where groin met thigh.

She squirmed under his touch as she tried to shake her head. "No," she replied, her smile answering differently.

He leaned forward so that his breath was hitting the wet arousal coating her vulva. "I asked if it would make you uncomfortable if I use my mouth."

The tendons in her groin stretched under his hands as she resisted the urge to buck against his face, her movement caused the skin of her inner thigh to graze his cheek and he felt a droplet of precum escape from the head of his cock. Scully squirmed once more against the back of the couch, her brows furrowing in preemptive pleasure. "N-no," she exhaled.

Scully was looking at him from her position reclined on the arm of the couch. There was a flush across her heaving chest and her eyes were dilated to the point of being almost black. His cock twitched at the sight, and he swore his proudest accomplishment to date was knowing he'd caused her to look like that. Beyond that, he felt overwhelmed by knowing she was entrusting him with her body in this way, that she was letting him take his time to explore her. He wanted to rectify all the times her pleasure wasn't prioritized.

I felt like I needed to just make it quick which took me out of it, and then I couldn't…

"Good, because I've been dreaming about this for years," he assured. Then, before continuing his thought, he pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic mound, putting pressure right above her clit.

Her entire body jerked in response and he realized maybe he didn't need to give her this preface, but he wanted to say it anyway. "I just want you to know that I don't want you to feel like you have to come. I've thought about doing this with you for so long, and I want you to know I'm doing this because I want to not because I feel like it's a chore that needs to be done. Nothing arouses me more than making you feel good. I promise every minute I spend here is a minute I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I'm not doing it with the intention to get it over with."

She was squirming as he spoke, her thighs tensing under his hands, and he could see her breathing quicken. It struck him with a bolt of pride that his breath intimately blowing against her while he spoke was turning her on. "Mulder?" she prompted.

Upon meeting his gaze, a wide smile broke out across her face as her eyes shone with adoration. "Please stop talking," she begged.

Contrary to popular belief, Fox Mulder did in fact know when it was time to shut up.

He finally closed the gap and pressed his mouth to her swollen, glistening folds, moaning when he felt her jerk towards him. "Oh my god," she gasped.

She was swollen already from her first orgasm and he could already feel her arousal dripping off his chin as he worked his mouth against her.

Mulder wasn't lying earlier. He loved this. Blame it on an oral fixation, call him obsessive, whatever it was he was addicted to the sensation of a woman getting off under his tongue. The changes in breath, the fluctuation in pitch, the warmth of arousal on his tongue — it made him feel wanted.

His past partners had expressed a dislike for the act. For years he'd thought it was because they didn't want him to, but after gaining some insight from his talk with Scully, maybe their past partners had made them believe he wouldn't want to. Perhaps they turned it down because they wanted to spare themselves the pain of his anticipated disgust, or maybe they didn't like it because over time it became associated with shame. Regardless, even though he loved this, he didn't have all that much experience.

Luckily for him, their years of unspoken communication were paying off. Just this time, instead of looking for a sideways glance, he was paying attention to the subtle movements of her hips against his mouth, the way he could feel her quick inhalations under the palm that was resting on her lower belly. With every signal, he moved his tongue where she guided him, changing the pressure and speed until he could feel her getting wound tighter and tighter. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest as if it was trying to escape from the confines of his ribcage. He wanted this to be good for her.

Sometime during this, her legs had migrated over his shoulders and Mulder could feel them trembling as her heels tried to drag him impossibly closer. "Mulder, oh my god, ohmygod," she whimpered in a voice he'd never heard from her before. She sounded so completely and utterly lost in ecstasy that he knew she was close and he knew that meant to not change a damn thing he was doing.

The only change he made was to glance upwards to watch her, and upon doing so, he realized she was watching him this whole time. Her pupils were blown and her jaw was slack as the sounds of her labored breathing filled the room. Scully only met his stare for a moment before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her back arched off the couch, pressing herself against him as her orgasm rolled through her. His name rang out in her breathy, strangled voice as she gripped his wrists.

Mulder didn't let up until he felt one of her hands gently push at his head when she became overly sensitized. He glanced up at the visage of her framed between her thighs, she was looking at him from over her breasts with a toothy grin. "Wow," she giggled, placing one of her hands over her heart.

He'd never been more in love with someone in his entire life.

"You're so beautiful," he told her with a content smile.

She pouted her bottom lip shyly before rocking her body forward so that she was properly sitting on the couch. Her palms cradled his jaw as she used her thumbs to wipe away some of the lingering arousal from his mouth. Scully's attention shifted from his lips to his eyes, and he could see a whirlwind of emotions passing over her features. Gratitude, disbelief, affection, desire, trust — much to his relief, instead of allowing any anxiety about this new stage of their relationship to consume her, she leaned in and kissed him with so much passion and fervor it nearly knocked him over.

Mulder sat up straighter on his knees, making it so they were practically at the same height as he returned her carnal assault on him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, still finding himself shocked when his hands met the warm, naked skin of her back and she leaned into the touch. Her bare breasts grazed against his chest and he found himself dropping his hands to her sides so he could thumb the gentle curve of the undersides of her breasts.

She exhaled through her nose and shifted a bit, dragging her nails through his hair as she cradled his skull. As she moved, Scully's shin brushed against the front of his pants and he involuntarily broke the kiss to groan into her mouth.

"Why are you still dressed?" she asked so earnestly that he couldn't help but laugh.

"I was distracted," he answered honestly.

They quickly remedied his situation, and as soon as all his clothes were off, she was pushing him against the couch until he was sitting down. Scully put her hands on his knees for balance as she lowered herself to the floor.

However, instead of gravitating immediately towards his groin, she decided to torture him by kissing all over his body, touching him everywhere but the area weeping for her attention. His nipples, his ribs, his Adonis belt. By the time she was near his happy trail, he was squirming and nearly whining with desire. She pressed her parted lips to his neck and lapped at his skin with her tongue while gently sucking and he was almost embarrassed at how loudly he moaned. He hadn't thought that area was an erogenous zone for him. Maybe it was the anticipation of knowing another part of his body would soon receive that treatment or maybe it was just because it was Scully, but whatever it was, he felt like every cell in his body was vibrating with want.

He knew he'd done things to arouse women, that women have derived pleasure from being with him, but Scully made him feel desirable in a way he hadn't experienced before. She looked at him like she wanted to ravish him. It was a confidence boost that shot straight to his groin. He wanted her to possess him: body, mind, and soul.

Suddenly, she leaned back so that she was on her knees in between his legs, and Mulder found himself reciting every World Series winner in an attempt not to come the moment she touched his dick.

Boston Americans, New York Giants, Scully's warm hand, Chicago White Sox, Chicago Cubs, Chi-That feels fucking fantastic, Chicago Cubs, Pittsburg Pirates, how did she know how to do that?

He gave up on his plan as soon as her pink little tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. "Fuck-" he groaned, resisting the urge to let his head fall back onto the couch. He couldn't bear tearing his gaze away from watching Scully touch him. He couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd imagined his scenario in this very same location, but there was no way in hell he could have accurately envisioned just how overwhelming the sensations of her trained hands touching him exactly where he needed.

When Scully lowered her head, it felt like his brain stopped working. Within an instant, he was in Scully's mouth. Scully was giving him a blowjob. His mind could barely comprehend that this was really her. The same lips he'd spent almost a decade staring at were wrapped around his dick.

She began flattening her tongue against the underside of his length, wiggling it against his sensitive flesh and he had to grab the ends of the couch cushions to avoid thrusting into her mouth. As if to help him, Scully placed her elbows on the tops of his thighs as her hands continued their ministrations against his balls and the bottom of his shaft. In this position, he could feel the sides of her breasts against his inner thighs, and his entire groin felt entirely possessed by Scully.

Mulder watched the way her neck flexed as she bobbed her head in his lap, her face obscured by a curtain of red. As gently as he could, he lifted his hand and raked his fingers through her hair, trailing along the warmth of her scalp as he brushed her hair back so he could watch her cheeks hollow around him. Her eyes flickered up to him as a trail of her saliva slid from her mouth down his length.

He didn't know what he did to deserve her, and he wished he could thank every god and deity under the sun that he could die a happy man now. Mulder wanted her to know how much she drove him crazy, how desirable she is, so he didn't hold back the guttural moans tumbling from his mouth, she even drew out a whine.

She pulled away to take a breath, and one of her incisors gently scraped the side of his cock, but it felt oddly erotic and sent a shiver up his spine.

"Sorry," Scully panted, using the back of her hand to wipe away the mixture of precum and saliva coating the bottom half of her face and dribbling onto her chest

"D-don't be," he rasped, his blatant, delirious desire laden in his voice.

With her right hand, she kept an even tempo as she stroked up and down his shaft. With her left, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear before her hand darted lower until it was in between her—

"I think I'll die if you do that," he blurted, quickly gripping the base of his cock with a firm hand to subdue the overwhelming urge to come. The idea of Scully masturbating while going down on him was something that took him over the edge in his fantasies; seeing it in the flesh was wholly overwhelming.

Scully's hand remained still on his cock for a moment, the side of her hand touching his own, as she processed what he said. A familiar, bemused smile spread across her face as she teasingly asked, "You'll die if I touch myself?"

"I might finally get you to believe in spontaneous human combustion after all," he joked, in between labored breaths.

Scully rolled her eyes at him goodnaturedly, but instead of letting go immediately, she leaned forward and placed a chaste, gentle kiss on the spongy head of his cock. The sight caused him to involuntarily twitch in her hand, and he could feel the vibrations of her laugh through her lips pressed against him. Her hand fell away as she pulled back, eliciting equal parts relief and devastation. She stood up in front of him, and from his position he was face to face with her swollen, pink folds and he could see her inner thighs were wet and slick from where her arousal had seeped down her legs. The heady smell of her made his head spin and he knew it was inevitable that he wasn't going to last much longer.

The side of Scully's index finger gently pressing against the skin underneath his chin drew his attention up towards her as she stared down at him with a tender expression on her face. "I don't have a condom, but it doesn't bother me to go without with you. I've used a condom with all my other partners, and I know I'm in the clear but if you'd rather-".

He wasn't dumb, he knew it was very evident they were building up to sex, but hearing her make it explicitly clear she was planning on having sex with him felt surreal. "No," he interrupted a little too quickly, causing them both to smile at his eagerness. "I trust you, and I've always been safe," he added softly

He'd never been inside a woman without a condom before and he felt the coil of arousal in his groin tighten knowing he was about to experience that with her. Mulder slid to the side of the couch, making space as Scully crawled onto the couch. She laid on her back and spread her legs to accommodate him nestling in between them.

"S-Scully, at the risk of revealing how long it's been for me, I just want to warn you that I don't think I'll be able to last very long," he admitted.

She exhaled a laugh and ran her palm over his cheek. "We would have been zero to three earlier for orgasms, but I didn't want to kill you." Mulder's eyebrows shot up at the knowledge that going down on him had gotten her that worked up, and she shrugged playfully in response. "I won't last long either. Don't worry about that."

Reaching in between their bodies, he grabbed his cock in hand, and pressed his swollen head to her clit, tapping it so that the weight of him slapped against the reddened bud. Her entire body lurched at the impact and she met his gaze with a breathy chuckle.

"To answer your question from earlier, that feels amazing," she admitted with a playful grin that matched his own.

"Yeah," he agreed, his throat tight.

Mulder rubbed himself up and down her slit as he watched with rapt fascination. He was mesmerized by the sight of his pink tip separating her folds. She was so wet that every time he passed over her entrance, his cock started slipping in, only for him to pull it out as he trailed back up to her clit. It was undoubtedly the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed.

"Mulder?" she asked in a husky voice.

He reluctantly tore his gaze away from their joining, trailing up her body to rest on her flushed face. "Hmm?"

"Please," she begged with an exhalation. She arched her hips with a wanton undulation, causing him to slip into her up to where his hand was in the way.

"Fuck," he gasped between clenched teeth. His hand shot to her hip, smearing her arousal onto her skin.

Mulder plunged the rest of his length into her with minimal resistance as they both moaned in pure rapture. Even with her lubrication, she was so tightly gripped around him that he felt like he could barely breathe. Being inside her without any barrier felt so profoundly intimate he couldn't help but lean down and capture her lips with his own. His hips began bucking against her instinctively, and it gave him the chance to swallow her moans as he tried to find what she liked best.

She seemed to be doing the same as she torturously rotated her hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust while her nails scored the flesh of her back. He wanted her to break skin, mark him with the evidence of her pleasure.

"Scully," he groaned against the crook of her neck. It was mid-sex babble, but the one phrase meant so much.

You feel so good.

I can't believe I'm inside you.

I've been dreaming of this for so long.

Perfect.

Scully seemed to be reaching his level of near-incoherence as she voiced his thoughts. "I can't believe— so good," she gasped, her breasts gyrating with the intensity of their movements.

Scully had never looked so out of control before, and he knew he probably looked no different. They'd waited so long for this moment, and now that it was happening, it was like a divine sensory overload. He brought a hand up to brush her mussed hair back, and she took the opportunity to slide her hands over his ribs, grasping and groping the expanse of his body as he continually pinned her down with his thrusts.

The leather sofa was getting slick from the sweat and heat, and it caused him to lose momentum every time his knees slipped on the surface. He wanted to be cautious not to fall and hurt her, so he placed one hand on the armrest while planting one of his feet on the ground.

Sensing his struggle, Scully began pushing on his chest so she could sit up. "I have an idea," she said, a husky quality to her voice.

"What's that?" he asked, slowing his strokes as he languidly rolled his hips in an upward motion that made her eyes flutter shut.

"Sit on the couch," she demanded.

He had an inkling of what her idea was, so he quickly did what she asked despite his body's protest upon slipping out of her heat.

Scully sat up and eased her leg over his with ease so that she was sitting on his lap again, only this time facing him as his erection bobbed needily in between them. She took mercy on him and grabbed his shaft, giving him a few firm strokes to spread his precum down his length. The crown of his cock kept brushing against her bellybutton and the visualization of how big he was in comparison gave him just another reason to be completely in awe of this woman.

She eased herself up on her knees and his hands shot instinctively to her waist to steady her. Mulder watched with a hooded gaze as she aligned his erection before sheathing herself fully on him, undulating her hips as she accommodated the new position. Scully firmly nestled in his lap, their groins touching in every way possible, and in that moment, Mulder believed in God.

Her name was Dana Katherine Scully and she was blessing him with a miracle with the gentle snap of her hips.

They spared no time resuming their previous pace as they both chased their inevitable release. Mulder slid his hands over her dewy skin until they were firmly gripping her ass so he could help grind her against him. "Fuck, Mulder," she cried out, grasping his shoulders as her brows furrowed.

He squirmed under her so that her clit was rubbing against his pubic mound with each downward stroke and it made her throw her head back as she became more frantic. As she rocked against his lap, her tongue peeked out in between her lips, and Mulder knew he was done.

There wasn't anything inherently sexual about it, but it was something she did whenever she was concentrating really hard. For the past seven years, in motel rooms across the country and across the solid oak desk they shared, he watched her tongue dart out as she focused. It was so quintessentially Scully. A trait he'd become hopelessly endeared by, and that made it all the more real that his partner, the woman he was desperately in love with, was currently wrapped around him in the most intimate way imaginable.

The coil that had been tightening in his abdomen since she walked into his apartment sprung free with a blinding intensity that had him crying out her name as he came. Then, as if it wasn't already the most mindblowing orgasm of his life, he felt her walls spasm around him as Scully ground herself into him as if her life depended on it. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder," she chanted breathlessly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she trembled in his lap.

They rode out their pleasure for as long as possible, but eventually, Scully sagged completely limp against him. She threw her arms around his neck loosely and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

Despite the fact they'd just had their mouths in some of the most intimate places on each other's bodies and they'd just had mindblowing sex, the realization that he was cuddling Scully brought him an exorbitant rush of excitement. He lethargically circled his arms around her, using one of his arms to stroke her back with languid slow movements.

He could feel her nipple harden against his chest, and he felt himself harden in kind. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, he knew he was too tired for a round two, but the fact his body could still recover that fast was impressive.

But then again, it was Scully.

"Already?" Scully teased. Her voice was softer than he'd ever heard before, gentle and spent.

"What can I say? You have that effect on me," he replied honestly.

In response, he felt her nudge his head to turn towards her, and when he did, kissed him. It wasn't as desperate as their previous kisses, but it held just as much passion. While she lazily teased his tongue with her own, Scully raked her fingernails over his scalp, eliciting goosebumps across his whole body.

Mulder could feel their coupling seeping out of her and back onto his lap, and he knew he should invite her to take a shower or get her a washcloth — but he wanted nothing more than to stay on this couch for the rest of his life. He'd never experienced such tenderness after sex, and he didn't want it to end.

Scully pulled away from the kiss only to pepper a few more to his jaw, stopping only so she could rest her head against his shoulder once more. "I can't believe the final push we needed was an assignment from Skinner and a porno flick from Frohike," she murmured.

Hearing her refer to their coupling as something destined to happen brought a smile to his face as he tightened his arms around her. "I wonder what would have happened if we watched it at the office."

He felt her smile against his skin. "Well, I guess we'll have to watch something from your collection and find out."

[whoredmode]

MORE Kinzteros plz! :3

Pre-relationship 3, general 5, love 6!

SHIP QUESTIONS (send me more!)

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

no. i don’t think anyone even expected them to get together and honestly i can’t say anyone was like. super excited about it either. they’re fucking weird. like there’s a reason kinzie and anteros have their own place.

it’s interesting bc it’s the first relationship in literal years that anteros hasn’t had to hide, so in that regard he’s gonna make it everyone’s problem. he’s gonna be all over her. i’d say kinzie is not the most PDA type person but honestly after a certain point (they longer they’ve been dating) i don’t think she cares about it as much. they’ve gotten into a rhythm, figured out each other’s idiosyncrasies.

they have a lot of subtle intimate things they do. they like to hold each other’s hand, anteros likes to keep an arm around her, kiss her head. kinzie fixes his hair, fixes or picks lint off his clothes when he’s doing something. lil things.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

anteros is around 5’9 and kinzie is around like 5’3, so he has a good ~6 inches over her without his heels. with his heels it’s even more. and they’re the same age, 32-33 during srtt.

Who’s more protective?

i’d honestly argue kinzie is. as if the lengths she goes to in the GooH story aren’t proof enough.

anteros is definitely protective of her but he knows she can easily fend for herself, he knows how tactical and smart she is. and kinzie knows anteros can also fend for himself, however she’s so fiercely protective of things she loves dearly, as well as being a more anxious person, and i think in that regard her protectiveness is more overt.

there’s this certain mystique to anteros, almost. he’s died before, she’s watched him die. she’d been keeping tabs on him since 2006. she never thought she’d get to meet him, but suddenly she’s dating the guy she’d become so enthralled w through her screen, watching his highs and lows, learning everything about him and his world. he almost seems invincible, but she knows he’s definitely not. so in some ways it may make the fear of losing him even worse. he’s cheated death once, but many more times can he be so lucky? she’s extremely paranoid as it is, and i think the thought of losing him for real is a genuine, present fear of hers. it’s what motivates her through the entirety of the GooH story.

[blorbo-hellspace]

this is a toxic ship imo and imma write it that way

PRE RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Partnered together in a class project. they instantly didn't like each other

What was their first impression of each other?

Vil thought Leona was a "sloppy, flea-ridden beast"

Leona thought Vil was a "stuck up cunt"

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

LOL no, everyone knows this won't end well.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

probably Leona. he gets off on the arguing.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

both of them. why woukd they want each other?

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Vil would laugh in your face. she'd never believe something like that.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Vil. well, more like she told Leona to ask her out (she'd never do something so embarrassing). he laughed and did as requested.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

yes! they go to fancy restaurant (after Vil makes Leona clean the fuck up and dress up nice). Leona ruins it a little (a lot) with tasteless flirting and lots of complaining.

What was their first kiss like?

Fiery. Hate filled, tbh. they kissed before they got together. leona was being an ass, Vil kissed him then walked away. they mever spoke of it again.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

No.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

2 inches without Vil's heels, 9 inches with them (yes, this is canon)

2 year age difference

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Leona will NEVER meet Vil's father. Vil and Leona's family don't get along.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Vil

Who gets jealous easier?

Equally jealous tbh, and it's monstrous

LOVE

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Leona. he says it as a joke, but Vil starts to cry

2. What are their primary love languages?

Idk? Vil wants to be given things and in turn wants to "fix" Leona, that's her love language

Leona likes gift giving, but in indirect ways

3. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

They don't cuddle. but PDA, in moderation, is a must for the image of their relationship

4. What are their favorite things to do together?

make out. they don't know what else to do together tbh

5. Who’s better at comforting the other?

neither lol

6. Who’s more protective?

Leona. he denies it, but he can't let his pretty gf get hurt

7. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

physical, both of them

8. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Real Men by Mitski, Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, i love yoh by Billie Eilish

9. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

they only use nicknames in public tbh, and it's always those sugar sweet ones

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Leona. Vil sends heavy hints she wants a proposal, but she'd never do it herself. she'll get pissed if he doesn't propose with the most gorgeous ring he can get.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

extravagant. leona's whole extended family, rook and epel, ruggie and jack, numerous actors and models and politicians. neige is invited to rub it in his face that he's alone lol. it's a celeb rlwedding through and through

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

none. Vil hates kids, and if Leona did wmat any he doesn't want them with her tbh

4. Do they have any pets?

One (1) white persian cat

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

no kids

6. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Leona. Vil won't touch them.

7. How do they celebrate holidays?

They have extravagant parties (that, yes, Leona must attend. does he want his wife unhappy?)

8. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Leona. he's depressed in the "i want to sleep 24/7" way and will drag Vil back to bed. it's one of the sweetest parts of their life. Vil sometimes cries during this, and Leona can do nothing but hold her

9. Who’s the better cook?

Vil is, but they have private chefs who cook everything for them

[jhoudiey]

I swear this is the last one (for now heh). Can't have rotisserie chicken ships without DUMB AND DUMBER. Questions from here

Even though I've been neglecting them lately they still own my entire life so like... ANYWAYS. Ship questions of my favourite fish and bird.

Pre-relationship

How did they first meet? He stumbles on her experimenting in the Alchemy lab after ditching the entrance ceremony.

What was their first impression of each other? Yoru: who the fuck is this guy and why won't he leave? Floyd: Heh neat bird this is fun.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Not particularly, though Crowley is glad she's making friends.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Floyd cause Yoru is bad at feelings and just thinks any feelings are regular friendship ones, then 'i think i must be getting sick' ones.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Both! Floyd at first cause he doesn't want to get stabbed, and Yoru when she realizes cause she doesn't wanna get rejected.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? That whoever told them must be ready to die.

General

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Floyd! He just kisses her out of the blue one day and they go from there. Works out pretty well (last words said before disaster eh?) But don't specifically say HEY WE ARE DATING.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Nope.

What was their first kiss like? In the hospital wing when Yoru's complaining that her face is all scarred up.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? First everything.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Floyd is 6 inches and 3 months older- I figure adult him is about 8 inches taller.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Yoru's relationship with mama leech is pretty rocky, but Crowley adores Floyd.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Floyd, because Yoru's too busy trying to not be perceived.

Who gets jealous easier? Floyd, jealous fish is jealous.

Love

Who said “I love you” first? Floyd, tho Yoru didn't believe it. (again, surely this won't cause any problems in the future right?)

What are their primary love languages? Acts of service

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? Basically glued together.

What are their favorite things to do together? Cause problems on purpose with people minding their business.

Who’s better at comforting the other? They are both REAL bad at it.

Who’s more protective? Neither, cause they know the other can take care of themselves just fine.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Physical!

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? *lists every emo song I know cause they're a mess* Most notably 'this time imperfect' by AFI

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? when they meet, Floyd calls her "Fugu-chan" and she just calls him Floyd. When they get together he drops her fishname and just calls her Yoru.

Domestic Life

If they get married, who proposes? Floyd does the Christmas after they have mido.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Chaos. Just super loud super insane with tons of weird shit. jade, azul, idia, ortho, kalim, ace, ruggie, malleus, lilia, sebek, silver, crowley and vargas attend.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? They accidentally have Mido and she is a fucking terrorist (affectionate)

Do they have any pets? They get Mido a slug that she names Timothy.

Who’s the stricter parent? Neither. 'No' Isn't really in either one of their vocabularies.

Who kills the bugs in the house? both.

How do they celebrate holidays? loudly, chaotically.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Floyd cause he's a whiner.

Who’s the better cook? Floyd, when he actually feels like cooking.

[the-boy-meets-evil]

— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (thank u @tbzhub for the tag 😘)

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jess’s bias list:

hobi (bts)

dk (svt)

mingi (atz)

ten (wayv)

shownu (mx)

han (skz)

dino (svt)

changkyun (mx)

hoshi (svt)

wooyoung (atz)

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1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

ooooh shownu technically. i was aware of monsta x before i knew who seventeen really was. so he made the bias list first before i had even fully dived into monsta x.

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

dk and like i do love han with my entire heart, but the attachment to dk is so real. like that man is a co-ult and i will pick him over (almost) anyone else. please do not make me pick between 1 & 2.

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

now why would you do this to me? because honestly like spending the day with mingi would be so fun. but. my baby hobi. i'm always (almost always idk, see the previous answer) gonna pick him. i think i would want to do something like going shopping in a new city and then go to some sort of show at night. i just think that'd be a great way to see his personality come through.

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

i love his cheeks actually, idk if that's weird. and i also love his smile, he really has this almost sweet, childlike smile that's just so endearing.

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

there's so much to love about han, but i think what i love most is how he's like an extroverted introvert. like he needs his emotional support human (lee know) to be fully comfortable and i love that.

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

changkyun, you just keep doing exactly what you're doing. i love to watch you putting out solo music and i love that you've stood your ground when it comes to the label and where you draw the line. it's amazing.

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

BLESS THIS BEING THE CHOICE FOR 1 & 2. like i still don't know, really, because i like their styles in different ways. but i'd probably say dk. i love hobi with my entire heart but sometimes i look at his clothes and scratch my head. (sorry hobi, ilysm).

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

i'm obsessed with the style right now, i think. so honestly just keep doing you, mingi.

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

without even checking the heights, ten because shownu is pretty tall. but after looking, i'm probably about an inch shorter than ten.

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

woooooow this is fucking rude. i'm going to give it to seventeen because i'm such trash for them. and their discography is insane. but no shade to ateez for real.

tagging (no pressure): @ugh-yoongi @effortandmore @hot-soop @eoieopda @wooahaeproductions and anyone that would like, say i tagged you!

[galaxae]

ship questionnaire: ace/charity general pleeeeaaaase

ok HI HellO i'm home from work and not starving or dehydrated. so *cracks knuckles*

thankyou so much for asking by the way i love infodumping so so so much :3

this is, for the uninitiated, about the relationship between my ocs ace (they/them) and charity (she/they). questions found here (please ask me som)

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

they kind of both initiated it. while ace was hanging out with charity in charity's room, ace was like, uh by the way, i have a crush on you, i don't say this to ask you out or anything but i just had to get it off my chest. you're my good friend and i appreciate you a lot. and charity was like, alright well, i like you in that way too, but give me some time to think that over please. and then the next day she asked ace out officially

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

they're not really the type to go on "dates" in the traditional sense, they just like hanging out together in places, it's nothing fancy. but that said, you could say their first date was in the woods near the small town they both live in

ace (who is magic and very powerful) spent a while prior to the start of their relationship crafting a forever-frozen lake far into the woods, so that charity wouldn't have to drive an hour and a half into san antonio just to ice skate (which is her passion). they showed this frozen lake to charity a few months before they confessed their feelings. one of the first things they did when they were both free after they started dating was go to that lake, and charity showed ace how to ice skate! ace was a natural, but used their magic to do all the tricks instead of actually doing them, and charity called them out in a lighthearted way.

What was their first kiss like?

their first kiss was in front of charity's mom, at the kitchen table in charity's house. ace had grown close to charity's mom since the two met, so while they were wary of adults generally, they felt comfortable enough around her. ace was hanging out there as they often did on weekends, snacking on some dry cereal to keep their blood sugar up, and charity was trapped in her chair by one of her stepmom's cats.

ace and charity had talked before about how far they wanted to go physically (they're unironically really good at communicating, especially for high schoolers), and the day prior to this kiss, charity talked to ace and was like, hi, i think i'm ready for a kiss if you are, but uh, weird request, can my mom be in the room? charity then very vaguely explained that they had some trauma, and that having their first kiss with ace in front of their mom would reassure them that everything's ok and be kind of a "fuck you" in the face of that trauma. and ace, wanting their girlfriend to feel comfortable, obliged.

of course, charity's mom teased them relentlessly after the fact.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

they were both each other's first real kiss, relationship, etc. they both had some experiences beforehand that they would prefer not to recognize as their real firsts.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

their age difference is a mere 5 or so months. they're both 16. as for their height difference? that's much greater. ace is 10 inches taller than charity!

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

as hinted at before, ace likes charity's moms. a lot of that comes from them just being super chill and nonjudgmental, and the fact that they have three cats helps a bunch. they haven't opened up to her moms at all or anything, but they're among the higher-ranked adults in ace's personal tier list.

charity isn't as close with ace's family, mostly because ace isn't close with them either. charity's also intimidated by small children, and ace lives with their two small (7 and 9 yo) cousins. between that and ace's aunt being neurotic and strict, charity tries to avoid that household if they can

Who takes the lead in social situations?

it depends, but usually charity. she's much more bold and aggressive, while ace is more of the sly, spinning lies, putting on an innocent face and manipulating type of person. when something unexpected happens (i.e. one of ace's bullies comes over to the two of them) charity for sure takes the lead then

Who gets jealous easier?

neither of them get jealous very easily, but charity is more prone to that than ace is, i'd say. she likes being in control of things, not to an extreme extent, but they definitely get stressed when ace is, say, talking to unfamiliar people or hasn't responded to them for longer than expected. this could be chalked up more to charity's anxiety and trauma than to jealousy, but still.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

i know "inappropriate" here means sexual, but these two are not particularly sexual in any way, so i'm gonna interpret this as socially inappropriate. in that case, ace 100% whispers into charity's ear. mean, judgmental comments? fucked up jokes? charity gets to hear them. charity thinks of those too, but if she's going to say them at all, she'll say them loudly to show everyone how much of a jackass she is. ace doesn't want to do that, so their rude bullshit is for charity's ears only.

thank you so much for asking!!! seriously this was so super fun!!

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

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Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

BUCK & EDDIE ACTUAL SIZES: A Thorough Essay, Part 1

(I would post this all at once but the new tumblr thingee only lets me post 10 photos at a time, and THAT WILL NOT DO)

Alright folks, have a seat! Today we’re going to discuss the REAL size difference between Eddie and Buck once and for all. There are too many discrepancies at the moment, so I'm going to burn an unGodly amount of time I should be using to work to set the record straight gay bi.

Currently, based off of a good deal of collective fandom description, Buck looks like this:

And Eddie looks like this:

This discrepancy presents itself in many ways, from Clothing Sharing fanfics that show Buck *HULK SMASH* splitting all the seams of Eddie’s clothes, and the reverse of Eddie veritably swimming in Buck’s clothes (wHy to both??). Then there’s Eddie having to get in his ippy tippy toes to kiss Buck (nope), or Buck having to bend alllllllll the way down to kiss Eddie (also no). Onwards we have descriptions of hugs where Buck holds Eddie in his arms, delicate and small like a wee starved orphan and Eddie struggling to reach all the way around Buck’s *HULK SMASH* massive girth... I can go on, but I think I’ve made my point. (actually one more: What the fuck is up with giving Buck massive hands and Eddie lil teeny tiny ones?? ‘Kay I’m done now) Okay, onward to the important corrections accompanied by useful visual references.

Note: I will be going over various proportions, from head to hands, to height to torso size to musculature--and for musculature I will go by season since that changes quite a bit (but NEVER ENOUGH to justify the descriptions above). ALSO fair warning, once you have seen the proportions I will point out, you CANNOT unsee them.

(More underneath the cut to save your dash ^3^)

Height

Let's start with the most basic: height. This is simply done with a Google search--Oliver Stark is 6'2 and Ryan Guzman is 6' exactly. So Buck and Eddie are two inches apart. Enough to be noticeable but hardly enough that anyone has to stretch/duck to reach anything.

Think this:

NOT this:

Torso

Why torso, you ask? Well, for buddie it actually makes a large impact on the above mentioned height difference, you'll see what I mean in a minute:

Have a good long look at that. Wardrobe dressed them the same and it is going to help illustrate this IMMENSELY (thank you, wardrobe! ^3^)

What do your elf eyes see?

Correct, Ryan Guzman's torso is A LOT LONGER than Oliver Stark's! Why is this important? Well for one thing, it creates the illusion that Oliver is even taller when they're standing up, since Oliver's short torso gives him gorgeous legs FOR DAYSSSSS. It also means their belt lines are miles apart, despite being almost the same height, which again makes Ryan look artificially shorter at first glance. Don't let yourselves be fooled though--remember, height is only measured in one thing: How far the top of their heads are from that off-white ceiling.

The other reason their torso height difference is very important is this:

Do you see it yet? K one more:

That's correct!! Because his torso is longer, EDDIE IS TALLER THAN BUCK WHEN THEY'RE SITTING DOWN. Proportions are wild, I know XD

Part 2 coming up! In it we'll discuss head size, hand size, and the highly anticipated (and highly contested) mUSculAtuRE :)

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Many thanks to @blutterlie, our discussion on this topic is what inspired this post! And thank you also to @trashendence for sending me the wardrobe photo where they're dressed the same, I could not find that thing to save MY LIFE!

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[lollytea]

I have no idea if this has been asked yet, but I would like to know how long you spent on headcanons for the BI crew's heights... and also how tall you think they end up being (Gus being a giraffe in all but name being a no-brainer)

I cannot say for certain how long I have spent thinking about heights, only that on many occasions I have zoned out for several minutes racking up height charts in my head. It's definitely weird in the show cuz all the teen characters are so much shorter than the adults, probably to strongly emphasise how much younger they are but like. Because this is stupid I have elected to ignore it. This isn't the case with real life teens. By this stage, they've finished most of their growing and are gradually beginning to catch up to their parents. So, I take creative liberties in headcanoning the teens as having normal heights for their age without making all the adults freakishly tall.

Willow, at age 15, is as tall as she's gonna get. The growth spurts have ceased and desisted. Very ironic for the girl whose talent is making things grow. She is 5'3 and she will be 5'3 forever. So like. Shorter than average but not tiny yknow? However she is the shortest of the five of them which makes her tiny by default.

Amity is currently 5'4 but she always wears heels that give her some extra height. They seem very important to her goth aesthetic so I can't ever see her letting the heeled boots go. If anything they'll just get taller as she gets older. I see her growing a little bit more and stopping at liiiiiike. 5'5 1/2. However nobody will ever truly know because she would rather die than wear flats.

Luz is a tall girl. She's 5'5 at 14 but she's due to grow like a weed in a few months. She'll stop at somewhere between 5'8-5'9. Very bendy noodle girl. All arms and legs. While she's still adjusting to the growing stage, her knees and elbows become the bane of her existence. She is constantly knocking things over cuz she forgets how long her limbs are. But on the bright side her arms are the perfect length for hugging multiple people at once. She's not into heels while Amity is, so their actual height difference isn't noticeable but when Amity's boots are off, they are both the perfect height for effortless forehead kisses.

At 16, Hunter is 5'7 and is probably the kind of kid who is constantly measuring himself, excited if he grows even a quarter of an inch. Like he is dreaming of that 6ft status. Unfortunately it was not meant to be. Hunter goes through one final growth spurt at 17 which brings him to an impressive 5'9 1/2. So like. He IS miffed he never got as tall as he wanted but it ain't half bad. He's a stickler for technicalities except for this very special case where he will tell people he's 5'10. However Luz is usually around to rat him out.

And Gus, my beloved Gus. 5'2 at age 13 and then practically rockets to the heavens in one final explosion of witch puberty. I wanted him to be really tall cuz I think the idea of the group baby outgrowing everybody is so funny. Same goes for King buuut he will be....taller than 6'3....

Anyway Hunter considers this a personal betrayal. Gus thinks his rage over it is the funniest shit ever.

(BONUS: Mattholomule never goes beyond 5'1 and when he and Gus walk side-by-side, they look like a fucking comedy duo. And they are <3)

[theundergroundstories]

OBEY!

Life had been particularly cruel to you. You grew up with an abusive dad, was bullied all throughout high school because of your small frail body, lost your best friend in a car accident and just recently had an intense argument with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend, Derek, was a real piece of shit. He’s your classic alpha male. Tall, buff, handsome, arrogant, self absorbed, dominate, quick to loose his temper and has a large package. He has everything but a heart. That’s the reason you guys fought. He didn’t care about how your friend passed away. All he cared about was dominating you during sex.

The two of you have been giving each other the silent treatment for the past 2 days. You’re about to get dressed for work when you notice a flat cap with the word OBEY on it that doesn’t belong to you or Derek. You pick it up and found a note attached to it. The note claims that the first person to see the wearer of the cap will be forced to obey any and all commands the wearer gives them.

All logic within your brain is telling you that the cap is some bullshit prank Derek is pulling on you but you have a strange urge to put it on and try it on. The cap was a few sizes too big but you didn’t have time to fix it as Derek entered room.

“Where did you get that cap? Asked Derek.

You ignored him and began putting on my jeans.

“So this is how we’re going to play this? Still giving me the silent treatment? Bitch.” He said as he pushed me back onto the bed.

“You know what. You’re a dick Derek. I’ll admit you’re amazing in bed but you’re a word class asshole and I can’t do this anymore. We’re done. I’m breaking up with you! You grab the rest of your clothes and start to head out the door when you hear Derek shout.

“You’re the worthless one. You really think anyone wants your pathetic ass? I’m doing charity work by being your boyfriend!”

That’s when you snapped.

“You! You act all high and mighty and maybe you’re right. Maybe I am pathetic  but you need to face the truth that you are more pathetic than me! Underneath the muscles and gorgeous face, you’re nothing but a little kid desperately screaming for attention!” You yelled back.

“So this is what you’ve been upset about. You’re jealous of my body. The body of a real man. You could’ve just said so. I know I’m the perfect specimen.” Derek teased.

“How can you be so infuriating? My friend just died. I’m grieving! The fact that I would love to have a body like yours is not the issue!” You proclaim.

“So you do want my body! I can’t blame you it is the perfect body.” Derek taunted.

“Just shut up!! You don’t deserve your body! You insult other people because you’re the one who is inferior!” You retorted.

A moment of silences passes by.

“What no snarky comeback! No I’m perfect and everyone else lives to serve me?” You mocked

Another moment of silence passes and I turn to face Derek.

“Well say something!” I yelled with a new found confidence. Just a day ago you’ve never been able to stand up to Derek like you just did but something felt different.

“How did you do that? I wanted to speak but was unable to.” Derek asked with confusion.

You looked at him with a mix of confusion and awe. “You really couldn’t speak?”

“No I couldn’t. What is it that you’re not telling me you little bit…”

“Shut up” You interrupted him and just like that Derek stopped talking mid sentence.

“The hat fucking works.” You mumbled to yourself realizing the power you now hold over Derek.

“From now on you’re going to OBEY my every order. You got that.”

At first Derek just stares at me in awe of the power you now possess. After a few seconds of processing what you just said Derek nods his head and says “yes sir”.

“You’re going to fuck me right and pump all your DNA into me. We’re going to transform into each other because you’re a filthy piece of shit who doesn’t deserve the alpha body you have been given!”

“Yes sir!” Derek said as he undressed himself as quickly as he could.

He then grabbed me and pushed me to the wall. You quickly stripped out of my jeans and underwear leaving you completely naked aside from the cap.

Derek then inserted his 10 inch cock into your ass and began to slowly thrust it. As his dick was repeatedly penetrating your ass you could feel his DNA entering your body.

Your heights was the first thing to change. You felt yourself shoot upwards as you grew to 6 foot 6 inches and Derek shrunk down to a measly 5 foot 5 inches.

Seeing as Derek is now struggling to reach your ass, you decided to drop to your knees so that he could continue his work.

As soon as Derek was in you again his paced quicken and became more forceful. As you tried to hold in a moan you began to feel a warm tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. Your head and face begins to change as it grows in size to fill the cap. Your jawline becomes more prominent and the fat in your face disappears, leaving your face chiseled to perfection. Soon muscles erupted all over your body. Your slight belly now completely gone, replaced with a set of hard defined pecs and abs. The twigs that used to be your arms swelled in size as your biceps now measure 18 inches around. Your new arms laced with ink as they begin to form an intricate designed tattoo.

Your mediocre legs now resemble thick sturdy tree trunks. Next were your feet as they grew from size 7 to a respectable size 12. Finally you began to feel your once 3 inch cock slowly grow longer and larger in size while the opposite happened to Derek. His once enormous cock has been reduced to 3 inches while you now possessed the massive 10 inch dick.

Soon you barely feel anything Derek is doing and grow impatient. You then unhook yourself from him, stand up and turn to face him. You then plunge your new cock into his ass. Instead of starting off slow you decide to make it quick. Derek lets out a huge moan as you roughly pound his ass. You continue until Derek reached his limit.

“Fuuuuck!” Derek cried out as he forced to release.

“Now be a sweetheart and clean up the mess.” You ordered Derek. He quickly rushes to clean the mess.

You search Derek’s closet in search of new clothes that will fit your new body and come out wearing your new black jeans, some brand new black sneakers and your trusty OBEY cap.

You pull the cap down so it barely covers your eyes, get into a sexy yet intimidating pose, and look down to the new Derek with a cocky grin on your face.

“You’re no longer going to hurt anyone anymore. You enjoy worshipping the body that once belonged to you. The body of a perfect specimen. You’re going to live the rest of your life as my loyal bitch. You’re going to OBEY my every command. You got that!”