#i have been super busy lately so not much time to do anything indulgent... and MAN; i've forgotten how much i love baking

[singsweetmelodies]

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[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint and twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work. Noah sat across from him on the couch, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

Ruffilo sat next to Noah, the two sharing a bag of chips and rambling about their prior super smash bros session.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Nicholas kicked his ass as Ganondorf.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, before eyeing Folio.

Nick lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It’s been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between- this was the longest time to relax that they’ve had this whole tour.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Nicholas, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats.

Jolly now held the joint between his fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Nick agreed, scrolling on his phone and hooking up to the room’s speaker, “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent and stagnant within the small room; and the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared at the can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

His name echoed between each of the members, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl that drove them all mad, made them question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Nicholas, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly.

Noah shrugged, eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Nick laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the everbuilding smoke; but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers.

Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you, obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their ever-growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold, not afraid to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire. If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your alluring, lascivious touch one night three months ago? The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he needed to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Nicholas shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality- but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proved,” He said, passing the blunt to Jolly.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Nick shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s simply just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Nicholas raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Nick took the last puff of the blunt, before tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, head resting on his palm.

“How does one win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, “first to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, “No because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“Winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Nicholas sat back on the couch, shrugging his shoulders at his suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly leaned forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Nick joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Nicholas followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

=

You were completely oblivious to the deal behind the door as you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the door to open. Their talking quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him, walking past and into the room. The immediate silence from the members as you headed to the counter made your chest tighten, nerves running to the ends of your fingertips.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around each of them quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing them a small smile you hid your overthinking thoughts. Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry that we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Nicholas doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Nicholas coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt, “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment you swung your legs, a way to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching every move you made. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile you took another sip, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say, before allowing his hands to grab your hips, pulling you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Nick’s eye-roll and Noah’s snarl went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Nicholas’ clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“Are you sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm to stand. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous, “I am more than sure.”

Matt picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace; but your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy.

Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing jealousy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. You crossed your legs in an attempt to squeeze your desire, but he knew. He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding.

As the boys began dragging on about Elden ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “You forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at your growing lust. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking another quick sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Nicholas asked you, biting his lip to distract himself from the envy that grew in his chest. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.”

Once you left all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

=

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d be in this position with him again, but you didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

One more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation, you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you, absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over himself in his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile. Finally tugging down the fabric you ran your tongue along the length, swiping along the head before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips. You were titillating to him.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, taking your hand to hold him, before wrapping your mouth around him. The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before taking him into your mouth again, sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it up to your mouth.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, cock buried in your throat as you gagged along him.

“let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, using your hand momentarily as you thought, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you stroked him as you sucked, until Jolly spoke.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting for closure.

A deep groan crawled from him as he held you along his cock, release hitting the back of your throat. Closing your eyes you swallowed all of him, sticking out your tongue

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together. Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am, and you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need sleep. Rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, glaring daggers towards him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air, showing off.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“I’m missing something,” The blonde shook his head.

=

After hours of travelling, you were exhausted, the crew pulling up to the next hotel. Things were going smoothly until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share for a night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your eyes.

Nicholas stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

When his name fell off your lips he almost yelled, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot.

“Y-yeah, that’s fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked at you, unspoken words lingering in his gaze.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Nicholas, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Heading various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “What is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Nicholas stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” Ruffilo began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Nicholas only smiled, his nervous wading back as he placed his suitcase into the room.

“I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

=

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse. You were tired, but also nervous as Nicholas trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your change of clothes, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless and in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt, I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you asked him to stay here. Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicky you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing, Y/N. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for any response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Nicholas nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Nicholas turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Nicholas’ body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck?

You pushed back against him, rutting back and forth along him teasingly. The groan that left Nicholas’ chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe, toward your neck.

“Then take me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you.

Nicholas hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he still spooned you. Taking his inked fingers he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

His touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate his erection.

“I woke up with your cock pressed against me, what do you expect?” You laughed as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Nicholas taking over your body. His thrusts were quick as he held your hips, fucking you from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he continuously pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once Nicholas reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you almost screamed at his touch.

You sighed, fingers gripping the white sheets in desire as he thrust deeper.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the scream of his name, you clenched around his body. Nicholas pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your ass, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there, chests heaving. Nicholas watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and heading into the bathroom to shower.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, as Nicholas sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One he was just happy to even get a taste of your body, but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

=

“Point for this guy.” As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Nicholas knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking way,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one encounter to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Nicholas met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked but moulded into his touch, allowing him to pull you freely.

He didn’t say anything as you two made it outside before pulling out a small bag. Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio tauntingly held it up.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow.

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums.”

Chewing on your cheek you smiled, “Alright Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips.

The two of you took the edibles and you savoured the taste of the berry flavour.

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

=

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive, as Nick reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures. You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, “Me and Folio took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder, Nick covering his mouth in the background, “Sorry Matty, I can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding Nick against you as you pressed your face against the tank.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it?” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Nick and the Fish to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Nicholas, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otters, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Nick followed the wooden pathway to the outside enclosure, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you felt yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following Nick’s direction, he turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast that he almost felt scared. What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet? What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt. This was real for him.

You didn't pull away from him, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate and soft, leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It felt wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Nicholas- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need. He reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your lips.

“Not in public,” you said, giggling as he almost pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours.

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously. You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Nick tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Nick looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter stopped as he loomed over you, your heart matching his pace as he kissed you again, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his hips holding you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Nick breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened. Three boys in the last two days? Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like a challenge for them to take you on.

And really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours, before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggesting smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Nick pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

Folio kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder. You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Nick ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing towards your desire. Nick pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

You covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut and he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Nick’s other hand held his erection free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth as you reached your orgasm, your hand pulling his hair.

Nick was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your arousal. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

Folio helped clean you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

Melting into his chest you wrapped your arms around him.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

=

Two days later the boys were sitting on the bus, almost bored. As much as they loved the days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Nicholas were watching YouTube videos, as Folio sat upside down, chucking a rubber ball at the wall.

Noah’s ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring at Folio.

Nick stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- but Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.”

Noah held up his middle finger, causing Jolly to chuckle.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as it is.”

Those words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium, and shit, everyone but him.

The singer stood up, frustration evident on his face and as the ball bounced back toward Nick’s hand, Noah reached over, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Nick snapped, but no one else said anything as Noah left, slamming the bus door.

You sat with Matt outside, sharing memes as you heard the door, an angry Noah storming out.

Sharing a look with Matt you stood up, watching as the Brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but he still held his own body.

He was frustrated, and for what? They all bet on this, and all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Standing in front of him you felt sad, he looked conflicted, and you didn’t know how to help.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. He melted into your touch, face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. It was true.

He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down he also wanted you to be the distraction.

You looked at the time on your phone as it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

=

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

The brunette purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering even as you sat down at the back of the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you.

You and Noah sat in silence as the movie began, almost afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching the way Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers rubbing along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jump slightly from the contact.

Slowly his hands crept up and down your thigh, warmth radiating off of his skin- but you froze as the words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on your neck stand up, and he turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark, as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, and facing him you placed a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes before reaching your Neck.

He lightly pulled you down to his face, mouth inches from yours. His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words you let him take control. His behaviour and promise alone almost pushed you to the edge, and you didn’t doubt his promise for one second.

His lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body.

As he pushed his fingers deeper, thumb rutting in rhythmic circles, he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure.

Your body clenched around his fingers and in no time, you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers into your mouth, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, before pushing you onto your knees, between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you between his thighs, the place he’s dreamed of many nights.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his cock, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock.”

Obeying him, you took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself how you knew best to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his arousal as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm. Knowing that the boys talked about you made your ears warm, and you were sure Noah would then be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride.

Standing up he spread his thighs, stoking himself as he made you turn around with a finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

His hands guided your hips down onto his arousal, relishing in the feeling of how hard he was.

Noah’s groans were erotic as he pushed you up in down, letting you ride him.

He then held you up, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stoked himself to his climax.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

The two of you stood in front of each other, breathing heavily as your eyes were fixated on each other.

There was no going back now, each of the boys had confessed their need, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah held the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs.

He was silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand.

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Looking over at Noah, he ran his fingers through the onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet Noah? Really?”

He nodded, and then the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

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[666writingcafe]

Feeling a Bit Tense?

A (Mildly NSFW) Text Conversation Between Barbatos and MC

Barbatos: *waving emoji*

MC: *gif of someone waving tiredly*

Barbatos: Rough day?

MC: *gif of someone shrugging*

Barbatos: Do you need or want to talk about it?

MC: Should I?

Barbatos: If it will make you feel better, yes.

MC: *keeps typing and erasing messages*

Barbatos: Does this have anything to do with Solomon? If he's been messing with you, I'll be more than happy to talk to him for you.

MC: No need.

Barbatos: Do you genuinely feel that way, or are you just trying to get me to back off?

MC: Regarding this particular issue, he hasn't done anything wrong.

Barbatos: Okay.

Barbatos: So, what sort of "issue" are you dealing with?

MC: I'm not sure how to put it delicately.

Barbatos: Don't worry about sounding prim and proper. Just tell me what's on your mind.

MC: Here goes nothing...

MC: I'd like to get laid.

Barbatos: I see.

Barbatos: And you're worried about doing it with someone from this timeline, aren't you?

MC: I mean...wouldn't that cause a paradox?

Barbatos: Isn't it a bit late for you to start worrying about paradoxes, considering that three of us know your true identity?

MC: You, Diavolo, and/or Thirteen would have figured it out one way or another. We just figured it would be easier to be open about it with you guys than risk ending up dead or in prison.

Barbatos: Fair point.

Barbatos: Anyway, as long as you don't produce something that's not there in your timeline, you should be good to proceed.

MC: Except I don't trust many people here.

Barbatos: Understandable. I feel the same way.

MC: This is probably a pointless question, but have any advice?

Barbatos: I would say take care of it yourself, but that's not going to help much, is it?

MC: I mean, it's taken the edge off, but nothing I use is going to be quite the same as having another living, breathing person with me.

Barbatos: So you're looking for a physical connection.

MC: Kind of?

Barbatos: My next piece of advice would be to arrange a meeting with an escort, but as you've already stated, you're rather wary of most people here, and personally I don't like dealing with them. They ask for WAY too much when they realize that they're servicing the Young Master, and that doesn't just apply to money.

MC: *whistling crow sticker*

Barbatos: Maybe ask one of the brothers?

MC: *no sticker*

MC: We're not NEARLY that close for me to successfully get away with that.

Barbatos: Is there anyone else who lives here that you had some sort of a relationship with in your timeline?

MC: Yes, but they're out of the question.

Barbatos: Not necessarily.

MC: Trust me.

Barbatos: They're members of royalty, aren't they?

MC: *eyes emoji*

Barbatos: Interesting.

MC: Good or bad?

Barbatos: Not bad. Actually mildly impressed.

MC: Thanks?

Barbatos: So...

MC: *questioning sticker*

Barbatos: If you will allow me to be blunt for a moment, how would you like me to fuck you?

MC: *gif of someone spitting out water*

Barbatos: Simply being practical.

Barbatos: I'm not sending you back to Solomon.

Barbatos: The prince is too busy to help with this, sadly.

Barbatos: And I don't trust any of the other royals to not harm you. I want you to be able to return to your timeline in one piece.

Barbatos: Unless you don't trust me?

MC: It's not that.

Barbatos: Then what is it?

MC: In my timeline, I was your first.

Barbatos: Then that's perfect. We'll still keep that part of it accurate. It'd just happen sooner, which isn't a super big deal.

MC: If I didn't know better, I'd think this was your intention all along.

Barbatos: What, to get in bed with you?

MC: *nodding sticker*

Barbatos: I'd be lying if I told you that hasn't crossed my mind once or twice during your stay here so far.

MC: *gif of someone saying 'i knew it'*

Barbatos: What can I say? Like it or not, I'm a creature of desire.

Barbatos: Also...

Barbatos: Your scent has given you away a couple of times, so I figured that I'd had a fair shot if I ever DID want to indulge.

MC: *blushing emoji*

Barbatos: We'll talk more when you return to the castle.

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[mangostarjam]

fuji!! hope you've been doing ok lately :)) make sure to give yourself breaks when needed! treat urself with kindness and grace pls, remember you deserve it even when you think you don't <33

i came by to share my most recent 3am smutty brain rot hehe ;)))

key word: tenting. i'd imagine the kaiju suits have some sort of compressive technology to combat this issue, but yknow what probably doesn't?

(answer: vice captain's hoshina's sweatpants. its something you take unfortunate --or fortunate lmao-- notice of during one of ur training sessions when he decides to shed that half-jumper of his. WHICH BTW!! i fully believe he cut the bottom half off bc he likes taking it off when training, but cant be bothered to remove the whole thing LOL)

pre-relationship!hoshina is watching shortie!reader train and give guidance to the recruits and yknow, watching you fight gets him going and really, he didn't mean to pop one then and there but could anyone blame him when you look absolutely stunning beating the sht outa the recruits?? (i'm 5'1". this is self-indulgence hehe)

okieee love u stay hydrated, make sure to at least eat snackies if not meals, byee <33

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hiiiiii friend thank you for thinking of me!! i am trying to take care of myself and thankfully august is almost over so i should be better soon!

i'm ngl this did make me wonder about their suits and uniforms HAHA but i am very pro self indulgence with writing!! gray sweatpants and tenting can absolutely be the death of me and while the uniform pants aren't the same thing, they're close enough imo!! or maybe i just think soshiro's hot in anything (also true let's be real)

this is like 900ish words and not smutty (sorry) but i did have fun thinking about a shortie!reader kicking ass!! love u teddy bear anon thank you for dropping by and i hope you still like this!

You're having the time of your life.

A strange thought to have, maybe, while you're busy dodging strikes and dipping and twirling around your opponents. Being much smaller than most members of the Defense Force means you're used to being underestimated, though your platoon has had enough time with you by now that they should be used to training against you.

They aren't.

You laugh as you swoop past the fists aimed in your direction, caught up in the giddy adrenaline of being good.

Everything moves in slow motion. The rise of your opponent's chest, strands of hair catching the light, muscles tensing for a blow. The sharp red gaze watching your every move from by the fence. You take it all in and blow past your teammates, emerging unscathed from the manned obstacle course and grinning, breathless.

Hoshina Soshiro grins back.

"Laps," he says, glancing past you. The rest of the platoon grumbles good naturedly, but they take off jogging around the track. You bounce on the balls of your feet as your Vice Captain stalks over towards you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants.

"How did I do, sir?" you ask.

"Pretty sure Minase almost caught ya," Soshiro says. "And your form got sloppy at the end. But not bad, I guess."

"Minase did not," you splutter, but Soshiro just laughs. "I swear I'll get a real compliment from you someday, sir."

Soshiro shifts on his feet and you blink, distracted by the awkward way he's keeping his hands in his pockets. He's wearing his typical super-distracting skintight shirt — his jacket is hanging on the fence post — and your gaze pauses on the bunch of his shoulders and the strain of his biceps. Not wanting to be caught staring, you blink and move on. His pants are cinched tight at his hips, but as your confused stare drifts lower, he coughs.

"You get enough of that from the rest of the platoon leaders," he says lightly. "And 'sides, ya still ain't fast enough to get past me."

Sparks fill your veins. You glare up at him. "Oh yeah? Let's go, then!"

"Not now."

You nearly stumble in shock. In all your time under his command, the Vice Captain has never denied one of your training requests. It's led to many late nights in the practice rooms, joking and working together, bits of advice tossed out as he threw you around the room with a strength that made you dizzy. It's surprisingly easy to suppress your silly little crush when Soshiro is busy kicking your ass, but you enjoy the time spent with him all the same.

"Huh? Why not?"

Soshiro shrugs. The movement draws your attention to his shoulders, but that only sends your gaze down his arms to his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. Why is he standing like this, anyway? It's like he's trying to — oh.

Your mouth opens slightly in awe. Your eyes widen. The front of your Vice Captain's pants...

Well, it's safe to say Izumo Tech has some impressive compression technology for the anti kaiju suits. Those things are skintight, molded to your bodies for better kaiju cell synchronization and ease of movement. You've often wondered if it's uncomfortable for people with dicks, since the material sticks so closely. But none of you are wearing the suits right now — you're in uniform, and while the uniform is a bit looser, you've never noticed anything... like this.

Like the thick, unyielding bulge straining against the front of Soshiro's uniform pants.

You snap up to meet his enigmatic gaze as soon as you recognize what you're looking at, but Soshiro merely hums a little. "Ya looked pretty good during that obstacle run," he says.

"But you said my form got sloppy."

Soshiro grins. "Ya still looked good."

Does that mean...? You glance at his pants again and — yup, it's unmistakable. His hands may be in his pockets but there's nothing else that bulge could be, unless he's hiding some kind of secret weapon down there.

"Are you always like this?" you ask. Insubordination be damned — there's no way you can let this go now. Your heart pounds into focus, the lightning quick beat of your pulse drowning out your thoughts as Soshiro snorts.

"Do I get in trouble with HR a lot, y'mean?"

Oops. You're blushing. You're blushing and he's just laughing quietly to himself like your reaction pleases him. "I won't — I don't, um... I don't mind, I was just... wondering?"

Soshiro raises an eyebrow. You gulp as you meet his red eyes. "Am I always turned on while I'm watchin' ya take on guys two times your size?"

You nod. Your Vice Captain tilts his head up, watching birds flit across the sky for a moment as he processes this. "Guess it depends," he says, "this only happens with you, y'know. So d'you want me to be?"

"Do I want you to be...?"

"Interested?"

Your platoon is finishing up their laps, and soon you'll need to take your place among the obstacle course to attack as the next person has their turn. You're running out of time to respond. Your brain is buzzing. The both of you turn to watch as your platoon jogs closer.

"I do want you to be interested, Vice Captain, sir," you say firmly, staring straight ahead but glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. The tips of his ears are pink. "I would be honored."

"It's Hoshina," Soshiro says. He tilts his head slightly towards you and grins at your noise of confusion. "You can use my name while we're datin'."

[monster-disaster]

Request for a Grotesque? (Gargoyle is the popular name, but not the correct name).

It’s been a long time since I’ve read a lot of your stories, so please forgive me if I’m repetitive with plots you’ve already done.

Can you make him have DILF energy? Not an actual man with kids or an ex, just a man who’s good with kids, and is on the older side of course. I’m in desperate need of a very affectionate and gentle lover who just wants to overwhelmingly dote and take care of his future wifey. Is being someone’s baby girl too much to ask? T^T I can’t really handle super dominant and aggressive lover types. Like being ridiculously sweet, indulgent, intelligent, and manipulative is such a better archetype to get the girl. Bro don’t hit me in the bedroom. I’m delicate and bruise super easily.

Male x Female reader, if that’s not too much to ask :)

Thanks love!

Gods, I really need a boyfriend like that right now. I hope you will like it! :)

gargoyle/grotesque x Reader Warnings: smut

There is a slight pain at the back of your head. It throbs in sync with your pulse, making you scowl at the screen. The document stares back at you with bright, white lights. The long rows of black text become blurry for a second, and you need to close your eyes to stop yourself from tearing up. "Did you drink enough water?"

The sudden voice makes you jump with a startled gasp. In the process, you push yourself away from your desk, and you need to grab onto the wooden edge. Your eyes snap open, staring at the entrance of your office. "Garog," you say his name, watching him approach you. He is still in his work clothes with a paper bag in his hand. The scent of your favorite takeout fills your nostrils when he puts it on the table in favor of focusing on you. "Did you drink enough water?" He asks again, slipping his thick fingers to the back of your neck, drawing small circles on your tense muscles. A relieved breath leaves your lips at the feeling. You hum. "You can't solve everything with water," you tell him. Garog chuckles, reaching into the bag to put a bottle of water in front of you. "Are you sure about it?" "Thank you," you reply, reaching out for the bottle. You know the gargoyle won't leave you alone until you drink at least a few sips. He massages your neck and shoulders the whole time while you do so. "And eat too," he says after a while, stepping away to grab a chair and put it next to you. The thing creaks under his weight. "It's still warm." "I thought you were at home," you tell him while he is busy with the plastic containers. He shrugs. "I was," he says. "Then I called you twice, and when you didn't answer, I thought you had a rough day." "Did you call?" You ask, wanting to reach for your phone, but Gargog stops you with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry." "It's fine, love," he says. "As I said, I knew you had a busy day." Silence settles between you two while you openly stare at him. He is broad with sharp edges and gray sideburns. His nose is crooked, and you can barely see the color of his eyes when he smiles at you. The grayish shade of his skin seems lighter under the office lights. "Do you need anything else?" He asks. "No," you reply, a bit dreamily. "Sometimes I just forget how lucky I am." He grins at you before leaning down to kiss your lips. It's short and chaste. "I am the lucky one."

You could argue with him but decide against it.

For a while, both of you say nothing and just enjoy the calmness of your office while eating. Every bite and sip of water reminds you that eating and drinking weren't in your priorities today.

You glance at Garog from the corner of your eye. Damn, you really are lucky.

"I can throw them out," you tell Garog after your late dinner when he stands up to clean up your desk. "I want to make some coffee anyway." He frowns at you. "You shouldn't drink coffee this late." With a tired sigh, you lean back on your chair, massaging the side of your head in circles. "You still hurt, huh?" He asks, coming back to your side to rake his fingers through your hair. Your eyes fall shut immediately. "It will be fine," you tell him. "It's not that bad anymore, thanks to you." "My poor baby," he coos, and you laugh at his tone. "But lucky you, I know how we can get rid of it." "Water? Sleep?" You guess, still enjoying his caresses with closed eyes. "Those too," Garog agrees with something in his voice that makes you look up at him. He towers over you with wide shoulders and his wings that peek out from behind him. Your fingertips tingle with the urge to touch them. "But later. Now, I have something else in my mind." You know the heated glint in his eyes too well. He doesn't even have to say or do anything, and your body reacts immediately. "Here?" You ask him, shocked. "What if someone comes in?" You glance at the closed door a few meters away. Garog scoffs at your worry, pulling on your chair to separate you from your desk. "Nobody is here anymore, Y/N," he replies. "You are the only one still working." "Oh." He is right. "Do you trust me?" You almost frown, hearing his question. "Of course." "Then let me have my dessert, love." Something warm and giddy lits in your stomach as you laugh. "It was horrible." "It was not," he grins, getting rid of your pants and panties with one swift motion. "Are you really laughing at me?" He asks, amused. "No," you lie. "At least not for long," Garog grins at you wolfishly, settling on his knees between your legs. Whatever you wanted to say a few moments ago is long forgotten.

His hands are firm but gentle on your legs as he slides them up to your inner thighs, opening you up even more in front of his hungry eyes. "You are already wet," he states, running his thumb over your pussy, gathering your slickness on the tip of his finger. Your stomach flutters with excitement and anticipation. The muscles of your thighs almost hurt in the wide spread you keep them to give enough space for the gargoyle. "Garog," you breath out his name, impatient.

Your hectic day and the bright light of your laptop are forgotten. The only thing that still exists in your world right now is Garog, kneeling and leaning closer to your center. His breath fans over your slit, making you clench around nothing. And you don't have to wait for long to feel his tongue swipe over your wetness. "Fuck!" You groan, letting your head fall against the headrest of your chair. Your nails dig into the leather. He grunts something you don't understand, but to be honest, you don't even care. The rumble of his words surges through your body, searing over your nerves and veins. Your back arches when his tongue runs along your slit, flicking your clit repeatedly until you are a panting mess. Your fingers rake through his hair, keeping him against your pussy. "Oh!" Garog's lips close around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth with fever. You feel like a raw nerve, ready to burst. "Don't!' You cry, tightening your hold on his hair when he moves lower to bully your aching hole. "Please!" He hums again in answer, smiling into your pussy for a moment before returning to your clit. Electricity pumps your blood down to your center, and you writhe under him while pleasure builds in your belly. "There!" You mewl into the quiet office, filled with your moans. "Please! Garog!" His tongue rolls around your clit, taking it into his mouth again for a few last sucks to chase you to your orgasm. Your body trembles and shakes. Your hips twitch and push against his warm mouth while he drinks up your juices, humming and groaning with satisfaction. Waves of ecstasy crash through you, and white-hot circles dance in front of your closed eyes. "My girl," Garog hums, petting your thighs. His palms are warm on your skin, massaging your flesh and bringing you back to real life. "Take your time."

When you finally calm down after a few minutes, you feel tired but happy. Your eyelids are heavy, and Garog can't help but smile at your slugged form. "Can you come home with me?" He asks softly, glancing at your laptop. "And maybe we could stay at home tomorrow?" You hum, nodding. "But I need my laptop." "Of course, love," he says. "I put everything away while you get dressed." "I love you," you tell him, and he smiles.

[kristlewrites]

“Baby I’m ready for take off”

CW: Cock Warming ,Chest Riding, Fluff(?), Poorly written smut, comfort(?) nicknames ( ma, mamas, papa, and baby)

PAIRING: Connie x Black!FemReader

WC: 0.9k

🫧🗯️: Test run post! Don’t judge🤒 ALSO! first time writing smut so if it’s bad i’m sorry, it’ll probably remain like that for a minute…(title is from a wayv song.. doesn’t have to do anything with the fic🪦🪦)

MINORS DNI

(take off!)

It's been a long day, long week even. School has been beating your ass with essays and finals..this was your only chance to relax. You enter connie's apartment around 6 pm, he wasn't there because he's also been busy but not with school. The team made it to regionals and the coach has been working the team the bone with drills everyday.

     You use your key that he lent to you and make yourself at home, he lived off campus. You make your way into the shower and clean yourself up real quick and change into his pajamas, although a lot of your clothes is in his room, hell ! you even have your own drawer! But you love the way his clothes feels on you and his scent makes you feel safe. You were absolutely starving by the time you got dressed and decided to go order some food, wing-stop you finally decide you got yourself a 12 pc hot and lemon pepper with a side of fries and A sprite. When the food came around it was almost eight and Connie should be on his way home.

   After you finished eating you cleaned up super quick and went to bed, connie showed up about an hour later. He knew you were here but seeing you in his sheets and pjs made his heart falter. He went in the shower quickly and joined you in bed. He tried his best not to make any noise but regardless you still woke up 

    "Sorry ma, didn't mean to wake you up"

    he said so gentle, 

      "how are you? I'm sorry I came home late.. i didn't expect coach to keep us so long"

   he caressed your cheeks trying to get you back to sleep. You looked up at his beautiful freckled face, you missed him so much you guys havent been able to see each other at all this week with being so occupied with your own personal activities and affairs. Small tears stream from your eyes, he wipes them away with such care and delicacy.

   "I know, I know ive missed you too, baby"

    You turn towards to him and indulge into his chest , he's not wearing a shirt which is normal since he gets really sweaty at night (😭😭🪦🪦🪦) you start talking about the events that happened that week, how your essay went, how you absolutely failed your stats test, new books you bought, girl drama, and how stressful it's been for you. He nods occasionally and throws in a couple of "mhms" to let yk that he's still listening. This goes on for about an hour and at this point you're just rambling, but connie understands how much you love to talk and let's you continue without complaint, that is until you ask him about his week and what he's done. 

   At this point he's practically knocked out. 

   "Hah, What was that baby what did you say??" he said a little bit groggy

   You repeat your question, but while you do you see that he's HARD??? No way this man was hard from just hearing you talk.But then he must've been backed up from this whole week because of how rarely he saw you or had anytime for himself. When you think about it has been a while since y'all had sex, because of how seldom it's been to even talk to him on the phone 

   "Hey con.. You're hard, how long has it been?" you ask while playing with his nipples. (🪦🪦🪦)

   "Baby you don't even understand how much i've missed you..c'mere" He pulls you closer to his penis.

  Slowly he removes his pants and boxers, revealing his hard leaking cock.. good lord it was so much prettier than you remember. You slowly enter his dick into your hole, surprised by how wet you were.

   "Be careful mamas I could jizz into you at any point" you laughed at his choice of words, it was clear that he hasn't been relived in awhile..and while you were also tired doesn't mean you could at least help him out!!?? and you were on the pill so that should count for something..right??? Continuing you grab ahold of his tip and insert it, until fully seethed into your pussy. It felt so good, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach showing him where his dick is. That really pushed him over and sprayed your pussy through and through. your poor baby he was so sensitive. You guys stayed like that until morning.

   Waking up, you find yourself looking at connie sleeping so soundly and peacefully. You reach for your phone but feel restricted once you've realized the man got a whole ass dick in you. omggg

  "Baby wake up" you whisper yell, tapping his chest. you roam your fingers on along his abs, a few seconds later connie shifts a little bit to remove his cock from you and lifts you up and places you down on his chest. This all happens so quick that u immediately shiver, with your wet slicky pussy on top of his chest he begins move you up and down while his dick teases at your ass crack. Your nails dig into his abdomen while you grind your silky pussy over his abs. Connie's hands take pleasure in your tits while they bounce up and down, twisting and turning you nipples putting you into over drive. Your cum glazes over his abs, you panting hard. First thing in the morning... You rest your head on his chest finding his heart beat while he rubs your head calming you down. 

   "I love you ma" he whispers, he feels your smile into his chest and laughs a bit. He raises your head, "did you hear what I said?" He leans in for a kiss and you return it. "I love you too papa"

(Think of this as a soft launch ijbol)🫧🗯️

[friendsoup]

Self Care With The Ladies!

Recipe: Helena, Anne, Vera, and Tracy x Reader (all separate), romantic, headcanons, date night, gn!reader, stressed! reader, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called beautiful and gorgeous, reader has make up put on them, cuddles

WC: 639

Chef's Note: I noticed there wasn't a ton of girls in the idv x reader tag!!! That is a tragedy, and something I aim to fix. I wanted to do something simple and self indulgent today! Hope nobody minds ;w;

Helena

Gets annoyed when you attempt to hide how tired you really are. Tells you off for not taking care of your own needs. She seems rather angry, but it comes out of pure concern for you.

Finds a small nook in the manor for the two of you to hide in, unbothered by the rest of the residents. Has you lay down beside her, resting your head on her lap, while she reads to you.

"It says here that y/n is actually the most beautiful person in the world! Fancy that!" You try to argue with her, and she asks you to prove it. You cannot prove it, as you can't read braille. She smiles down at you, feeling as though she's gotten away with something great.

Will read to you until you fall asleep, then she'll simply sit and enjoy your presence.

Anne

Has prepared a new game for the two of you to play!

She's brought some cookies and hot chocolate for the occasion, and has made sure the room is super cozy.

She doesn't outwardly say she knows your stressed, nor does she push you to talk about it. Claims that she's only doing this to have a fun time.

She explains the rules to you as best she can, though she's so excited to play with you that she can't formulate a proper description. Claims that you'll understand more once the two of you begin playing.

The two of you have friendly banter while playing. She jokes about how badly she's going to crush you, and you try to return her energy.

She beats you the first couple of times, and then starts letting you win.

"You're getting really good!" She could demolish you in two rounds

Ends the night drinking the last of your hot chocolate while looking at the stars.

Vera

Notices something off about you immediately. Can sniff out the fact that you're spreading yourself thin effortlessly.

Her solution? A makeover!

She invites you to her room, and gives you the spa treatment

She goes through her skin care routine, all the while complimenting you for how great you look. Recommends all sorts of tricks for taking care of yourself.

Doesn't use too much make up, just highlights your "natural beauty"

Once she's done, she dresses in an outfit she hand picked for you, doing little bits of maintenance to make sure it fits perfectly.

You can hardly recognize yourself in the mirror when she's done. You look better than you ever had before.

The two of you then head to dinner, and she takes great care in showing you off to everyone you pass.

"Don't they look gorgeous? My, you'd think I was dining with a movie star!"

Tracy

The QUEEN of parallel play

The both of you are the same amount of stressed. She's been working on something that hasn't been going great, and the manor has been playing tricks on your mind. She suggests the two of you just do something to relax.

She leans on your shoulder while fidgeting with a puzzle, and you busy yourself with your own hobby.

When she finds herself getting frustrated, she buries herself in your neck, breathes in deeply, and then returns to her game. The first time it startles you, but by the third time you find it comforting.

Eventually, the two of you grow bored with your respective busy work, and decide on getting a snack.

The entire time she's touching you. Holding your hand, leaning on you, or resting her head on your shoulder. She loves simply basking in your presence.

While eating, the two of you chat about anything and everything. The conversation grows emotional quickly, with the two of you expressing how stressed you've been lately.

"I'm lucky to have you." She means every word

[loversj0y]

hi! i saw you were taking requests so i thought i’d send one your way!

can you write a sapnap x reader where everyone forgets the readers birthday, and they feel really down, until sapnap surprises them with a little cake or something. maybe he reveals his feelings and a sort of friends to lovers type thing? sorry if that doesn’t make any sense <3

this is absolutely adorable and as someone who has always had lackluster birthdays this one felt so indulgent < 3

also i am begging this formats correctly tumblr do Not let me down pls

Birthday Wishes

pairing: sapnap x reader (no pronouns used)

no tws except for like loneliness/sadness mentions

Your birthday had never been a grand event. Without many friends, you never had too wild of a birthday. Ever since you started streaming, you’d hoped that would change. You had a lot more friends now! And you lived nearby a few of them! But when you woke up, it was… practically silent. There were fans on Twitter, of course, but your friends didn’t say anything. Sure, they were all busy people, and that's fine. But you had somewhat higher hopes. Your birthday tended to be a solemn affair in the first place, but with your hopes being a bit higher, it just felt even worse this time around.

Eventually, you decided to do a quick stream, something to just make you feel a bit better. Everyone in chat was super kind, giving the sweetest birthday wishes, asking how your birthday was, and everything. You played it up for them, you didn’t want anyone to know how down you actually were. Yes, you were sad, but you didn’t want people to know or, even worse, think you were trying to make them feel bad. You’d been live for almost two hours when you started getting a bit tired. It was pretty late by this point. You said goodbye to everyone on stream before logging out.

You let your head sit on your desk for a moment before your doorbell rings. With a huff of frustration, you stood, shuffling over to your door. You opened it, fully expecting it to be just some package or something, but instead, you were met with the face of your best friend, holding a small cake in his hands. “Sapnap?”

“Happy birthday! Sorry, I’m kind of late. I was supposed to be here way earlier, but I stayed up late because I was excited to leave, which made me sleep in, and then-“

“Sap, you’re rambling.”

“Right, my bad.��

You opened the door for him to walk in, and he carefully set the cake down on your counter. Sapnap lived a bit far from you, which was a bummer, but honestly, the fact that he’d driven all the way out here for your birthday regardless was incredibly endearing. You’d honestly been developing a crush for him in the recent months, ever since the two of your first met in person, and knowing that he’d do this much for you made you at least somewhat hopeful. “So, what’s going on?” You asked softly, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head a bit, giving you a slightly confused look. “It’s your birthday, we’re celebrating.”

You let a small smile grace your face, “You drove all the way out here and bought a cake. You actually remembered?”

He nodded, a bit of a goofy grin on his face, “Yeah. Everyone else remembered too, but, I,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I wanted to be the first one to say it to you, and I had to make my way out here too, so,”

“So you’re the reason all my friends ignored me the whole day?”

He paled a bit, “Well, I mean, when you put it like that-“

You laughed softly, “I’m teasing you. It’s sweet, Sap, really.”

He gave you a sheepish grin, pulling you over by your arm, “C’mon, I’m gonna sing for you.”

“No, you don’t have to-“

“You’re fuckin’ funny if you think I won’t. C’mere,” He beckoned you over, pulling out the cheesiest party hats you’d ever seen, putting one on the both of you. You crossed your arms but no matter how hard you tried to frown, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. Especially not as Sapnap began basically scream-singing the words to happy birthday. Once he finished, he beckoned to the candle burning on top. You carefully blew it out, selfishly wishing for Sapnap. He cheered a bit, cutting two pieces of cake for the both of you. You two sat in comfortable silence as you ate your pieces before you spoke up.

"You know, I’m sure half my neighborhood knows it’s my birthday, now.”

“Good, they’d better. And they’d better give you a good gift.”

“A gift better than your singing?”

“Hey, my singing is fantastic. Plus, that’s not my gift. I actually made you something. I mean, I had help, but,” he rubbed the back of his neck, reaching into his bag.

“You made me something? You did that have to do that. Oh, and speaking of help, where are the other boys? They didn’t feel like wishing me a happy birthday?”

He shrugged a bit, “It actually kind of has to do with the present,” he pulled out a gift bag from his backpack, handing it over to you.

“Really? Okay then,” you carefully took the bag, pulling out the card first.

“Don’t read the card yet!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled softly, “Okay, damn, I won’t, weirdo.” You hummed, grabbing the contents of the bag. It was a bag of your favorite candy, a small mug you eyed when you and Sapnap went to target a month ago, and then a small canvas, with a painting of the first in-person photo you and Sapnap ever took together. It was by no means professional quality, but that made it infinitely better. Plus the little cartooned additions of flames and little doodles Sapnap added. You teared up slightly, “Sap, this is amazing. I love it so much.”

He still looked nervous. “You can open the note now.”

You nodded, grabbing the card and carefully opening it.

‘I know I’m not great with words, so I used a card to better put this out there. I’m really happy you’re in my life, you’re a great friend and an even better person. However, I want to ask something. And that is if the lovely birthday person would give me the honor of taking them out on a date?’

You looked up, eyes wide. “Really?” He nodded softly, looking incredibly shy. “You actually like me?”

“You don’t have to be rude about it.”

“No! No I-I’m not, trust me. I just. I like you too, I just never thought you’d actually like me.”

“Wait so. Is that a yes?”

You grinned softly, “If you’d have me.”

His face split into a grin, rushing forward and pulling you into a hug. “Fucking of course I would.”

You hugged him back tightly. “Thank you for the best birthday.” Fastest birthday wish ever.

[manabombs]

omg @queer-crusader vampirates being mentioned by someone other than me 🥲 i’d been considering making a post about this for a while but wasn’t sure how many people were even paying attention…

State of the Vampirates Address

I initially started with the idea of Charles Vane returning from the dead as a vampire & turning Jack into a vampire*, and found the concept way more compelling than my usual vampire nonsense, so it spiraled out from there.

*Jack obviously wants to turn Anne into a vampire also but she's like "I can't be your vampire bride Jack" so they have to negotiate their relationship around all that

I ended up going in the direction of Buffy Crossover because I thought of D'Hoffryn offering Flint the opportunity to become a vengeance demon (like Anya, but specializing in vengeance against the British Empire. It has kept him very busy for the past 300 years.) Then I had the notion of him eventually meeting Buffy, which is a plotline I spent a lot of time trying to develop and not a lot of time actually writing.

I struggled more with what I wanted to do with Silver; there were a couple different possibilities I considered but I never fully committed to anything. I think there are some compelling parallels between him & Faith though.

Before I get deeper into explaining wtf was going on with my Black Sails/BtVS crossover, I should probably explain why it's indefinitely shelved: When I decided to make a big fanfic out of this concept, I knew that I was envisioning something overambitious that I would probably never finish writing, but it always existed in relation to my Original Novel concept that I've been Trying To Write for ages, but had fallen into a rut with. Buffy had been one of my major inspirations way back when I originally conceived of these characters as a teenager, but over the years I had reworked the project over and over again, getting further & further away from that. Working on this crossover project allowed me to figure out a lot about what aspects of these shows compel me so much in the first place.

I started working on this in late 2019-early 2020…. so at a certain point I was given motivation to simply throw myself full force into this project, even if it ultimately just resulted in me churning out about 65k of self-indulgent super niche fic that was only intended to be Act 1 out of ??. The more I worked on it, the longer the project seemed, the more I wanted to completely rework everything that I had already written… which was way more work than I want to put into fanfic, sorry.

Anyway, at some point I began to feel Inspired to work on my original fiction, which was kind of was I was hoping for the whole time. I've been making great progress on that, and at some point I just went and made the chapters of crossover fic that I had published on AO3 set to private, since I'm not satisfied with them and have no idea if I will ever work on that again…. I've taken plot elements that were really Working for me and reworked them for my own fiction purposes… I've considered working on some one-shots in the future though.

More rambling about details from the shelved Black Sails/Buffy project:

There was a point in the development process where I decided that I needed way more female characters, and since this crossover was already incredibly niche, I decided to make it even MORE alienating by making it a crossover with the show Harlots also. It fit nicely into the timeline, since it takes place shortly after Angel got turned into a vampire & caused all sorts of problems in the British Isles, so I decided that a couple of my favorite characters from Harlots got turned into vampires in the aftermath of that.

Max Blacksails started dabbling in magic using books that Jack & Charles had stolen. My original concept for Anne was also related to her gravitating towards witchcraft-- I liked the image of her telekinetically controlling knives like Willow does at various points in BtVS, developing these abilities after her hands were injured. But I've become increasingly drawn towards the idea of werewolf Anne… at first I wasn't sure how she would even end up getting turned into a werewolf, but tbh it's kind of funny to me to think that she would just fuck off on her own one day and somehow contract lycanthropy, and not bother to explain to anyone how it happened.

I had vague outlines of a Max/Anne/Willow situation, in which Willow has drawn too much attention to herself as a witch after performing the spell to empower a bunch of new Slayers.

Eleanor got reincarnated and is the head of the reformed Watcher's Council. I initially did this because I hate the trope of "vampire's long lost love interest got reincarnated", so I had some notion of subverting it… this ultimately resulted in me coming to the conclusion that Eleanor should have a threesome with Charles & Jack. I have said this about like half the characters in Black Sails, so I really should have expected it.

There was also some self-indulgent Spike/Xander stuff going on. I just think the idea of them interacting with Jack is funny okay. I don't have to explain myself. If you want to know thebn you should have been there.

[mangodestroyer]

Might sound dumb, but for the longest time, I was seriously struggling to immerse myself in media. I just could NOT get myself comfortable enough to do so. Specifically, this is something that happened when I started college for the first time, while dating my ex/after breaking up with them, and working a job. I think this is because I started experiencing much harsher scrutiny over various aspects of my personality and interests (I've been training myself to stop caring). Lots of unresolved trauma came to the surface and hit me right in the face. And that led to lots of insecurity, which attracts a certain kind of person into your life if it's bad enough.

Anyway, I've been doing more to indulge in media. Even read a fanfiction yesterday that was longer than 10k words (as someone who will rarely even touch one-shots lately).

I kind of forgot how... amazing that escapism is. Reality sucks. My life kind of sucks too. Adulthood sucks. Adulthood especially sucks if you're gen Z. Late stage capitalism is getting so bad and we kind of don't stand a chance. And also, I have tons of personal problems that make everything so much worse. Basically, I grew up being told that adulthood sucks and is lots of work, but that you also get a house, a family, a loving partner, and some freedom in return for that hard work. I don't want a family, and I'm not sure the house thing will happen. I guess I have some freedoms? I mean, being able to eat Asian food whenever I want is a privilege I won't easily give up. But, I mean, I really do want the loving, healthy partner (I think about it sometimes and I hate it because I don't technically need one, it's just my biology making me want one). Also, no one told me that friends are difficult to make as an adult. It's partly because some people I knew growing up are too busy with their serious relationships. And some people I meet already have families and no time on their hands. So that unfortunately causes me to want a life partner even more. And yeah, I'm not sure I can call myself "attractive." I mean, I don't think there's anything wrong with how I look (I would say I've started looking much more appealing in my mid 20's than I was as a younger adult), but I'm not "attracting" anyone. Hell, my ex didn't even seem that serious about me in hindsight and wasn't even interested in kissing me. Not even after two years. Which is... ouch!

So yeah, that sucks. Oh, well. At least I'm starting to immerse myself into fanfiction again. Seriously, it's such a great way to "experience" certain life experiences that you just aren't getting irl. I mean, you can be whatever or whoever you want. You can just pretend to be some super attractive guy, dating another super attractive individual. The chemistry will just magically work. Ofc they're crazy about you! Ofc they're going to kiss you at some point! You'll probably even go on some wild adventures with them in some fantasy setting, or you're just lucky and living an exciting life in a more mundane setting.

It was kind of making me sad sometimes, reading such indulgent stories like that. All I could think was "this isn't real, it won't happen for me." Now... it's just starting to make me happy again. I can just get immersed in the story and not care if it's not real. I mean, seriously. I can't just focus on the depressing shit happening in my life all the time. It's hard, but I can't even do much to fix it and it's nice to be able to escape from it now and then.

Maybe it has to do with getting more vitamin C. I had this gut feeling for a while that I needed vitamin C. I was craving juice and fruit. Now I started consuming things with lots of vitamin C and I'm starting to feel better? More emotionally regulated? More energetic with less brain fog? And an increased appetite? Stress was causing me to eat tons of junk food. I would sometimes eat to the point of getting sick. My stomach has been struggling for a while because the large amounts of unhealthy food were causing inflammation. My gut health has been improving over the past few months (started eating other things too, like more garlic and fermented foods). I'm dealing with much less bloating now. I'm starting to think bad gut health can be a huge factor in depression.

[adamgant]

Pecan pie protein oatmeal

Pecan pie protein oatmeal https://ift.tt/BDjyZqQ Hey hey! How are you? Now that we’ve finally made it through what felt like an extra-long and slow January, I found myself thinking about to the holidays. Do you miss them already as much as I do? Time really seems to fly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I always find myself wishing I had taken more time to slow down and enjoy the season, although I’m not sure if it even would’ve possible! Which brings me back to this post. Amid all the holiday scrambling, I’m always especially grateful for a quick, easy, and healthy meal… like tasty pecan pie oatmeal that’s practically bursting with pecan pie flavor. Pecan Pie Protein Oatmeal The few days leading up to a big holiday, I tend to take it a little easier on the indulgent food. This usually has a lot to do with the fact that I’m too busy scrambling around before the festivities to make anything truly exciting. I try to focus on protein and produce (eat like a PRO!) with more simple eats that I can quickly put together. It’s usually a lot of scrambled eggs, soups, smoothies, oatmeal and salads. That doesn’t mean that it’s totally boring. A great example: this pecan pie protein oatmeal. It has the flavor and texture of delectable pecan pie baked oatmeal, but comes together much quicker! How to make pecan pie protein oatmeal I’ve made this a few times over the last few weeks. It’s packed with protein, the texture is amazing (I’ll tell you my secret trick!). And it has the perfect amount of pie-like sweetness on top. Not to mention it makes meal prep a breeze! So here’s why these oats have been so awesome lately: a little soaking action overnight. Regular ol’ rolled oats have been feeling extra grainy/chewy lately. So I started soaking them overnight before cooking. I just cover them in water and let them sit overnight. Then rinse and drain before boiling. It makes the texture super soft, fluffy and creamy. They taste the same way restaurant oats taste, which are usually loaded with milk and butter in the cooking process. Another bonus from soaking: it makes them easier to digest. I was listening to The Model Health Show (

[winchesterandpie]

Try Again

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 2534

Warnings: sooo self indulgent, for which I will not apologize. A little bit of angst, but a happy ending. Bradley is perhaps overly forgiving, but we'll allow it.

A/N: I'm not entirely sure where this came from. As a quick summary, you were in your grad school program and the danger of Bradley's job was just too much on top of everything else. Then you see him again a few years after finishing your program when he gets called back to Top Gun. Actually, it's probably my own nerves about my grad school that drove this, but it's fine.

Anyways, my first week of being a PhD student has gone well!! I've been super busy, so I'm trying to write around everything going on. I'm definitely slowing down from this summer (not from a lack of ideas) and I feel a little bad. I'll do what I can to write some more this weekend. Hope you guys are doing well!! Thank you for all the love on my fics--you guys are what keep me posting! You all allow my self-indulgence in fics, and I really appreciate it!

You were sitting at the bar when you heard the piano start. Even before you looked at the pianist, you had a guess who it would be so you took a sip of your drink. Looking just confirmed your suspicions. 

Seeing Bradley Bradshaw again knocked the breath out of you. It reminded you of the last time you had seen him.

“Bradley, I… I can’t do this right now.” You hated having to say this to him, especially when he’d just gotten home from an assignment.

“Can’t do what?” Despite his confusion, he was still grinning at you as you walked down the beach. When he saw how serious you looked, however, the smile faded. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen with your experiment?”

You were a little taken aback that he was so on top of your dissertation work even though he had so much going on in his own assignment. “Not exactly… Which is part of the problem.”

“What can I do?” He turned to you immediately, his hands squeezing your upper arms reassuringly.

“That’s the other part of the problem.” You dropped his gaze, unable to handle the concern in his eyes. “I messed up. There was a part of the procedure last week and I was distracted. I didn’t do it right, so now we have to start over.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I was distracted because of you. You know my anxiety has been really bad lately and…” you hesitated, fiddling with your fingers, “and it’s not your fault at all, and you’ve been amazing, I just… I can’t. It’s not fair to you if I keep holding on.”

He said your name and the hurt in his voice broke your heart. “We can get through this. Please just let me try.”

“I want to, baby, I just keep getting too worried when you’re gone and I can’t be distracted with my comps exams coming up and then the pressure only goes up from there with my research.” You looked up at him then, hating how his eyes glistened with unshed tears. Worse still was the understanding that was there too. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Bradley tugged you into a hug then. You couldn’t stop apologizing, even as his arms wrapped around you. His cheek rested on the top of your head, and you tried not to cry. “I know, honey, I know. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, Bradley.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” he assured you, giving you a tight squeeze. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And then he had let you go. Bradley kissed your forehead one last time and he let you go. You had never done anything so hard as walking away from him when every fiber of your being begged you to turn back. But you couldn’t.

The pain of walking away from the only person you had ever loved hadn’t really gone away, even now. Seeing him just brought it all back.

You may have broken things off to avoid distraction, but still it lingered the whole time. Quietly, you regretted not sticking it out with him. Now, though, you had no right to Bradley or his feelings, so you finished your drink and asked Penny to settle your tab.

Maybe a small, rebellious part of you that wanted to see him again made you walk slowly, kicking at the sand. If that was the case, it won. You were maybe halfway to your car when you heard familiar footsteps.

“Hey.” The call was quiet, but you could have picked that voice out of the noisiest crowd.

“Hi,” you replied as you stopped and turned to him.

“It’s good to see you again,” he offered.

“You too.” You meant it, however painful. “You look good, Bradley.” He did. If anything, he’d only grown more handsome since you had seen him last, but something in his gaze was wrong.

“Thanks.” He smiled softly at you. Unlike the last time you were on the receiving end of one of his smiles, it cracked your heart further. “You finished your program?”

“Yeah, a couple of years ago.”

“That’s awesome, congratulations!” You saw the way he had to stop himself from reaching for you as his grin flashed brighter but dismissed it as wishful thinking. 

“Thanks.” You grinned in return before silence lapsed between the two of you. You weren’t used to silence with Bradley being so awkward, so you tried to keep the conversation alive. “So what brings you to North Island?”

“They’ve called me and a handful of others back to Top Gun. They haven’t told us much of anything.”

That didn’t sound good. You reminded yourself that you had no right to worry about him anymore and said instead, “Well, at least they’re smart enough to see you’re the best of the best.”

He chuckled as you huffed a laugh. “I don’t know if I’d go so far as claiming to be the best.”

“Come on, you’ve always been good at what you do. They’d better recognize how lucky they are to have you,” you told him. There was too much truth in the words, not just about his newest assignment, and you knew it. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying more, biting back the urge to apologize. Instead, you forced yourself to breathe. “So how long are you in town for?”

“One of the details they haven’t told us,” he said, watching you in a way that suggested he knew what was behind your words.

“Price of the Navy, huh?”

“Something like that.” He turned to walk further down the beach and you followed. “So how have you been?” 

You could tell he was probing gently, but you allowed it. “I’ve been okay.” I’ve missed you. “I took a job over here not long ago and it’s been busy.” I’ve been trying to keep my mind off you. “I think I’m getting my feet under me, though.” Means more time I can’t help but think of you.

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” You wondered if he heard what you couldn’t say. You wondered how he might reply.

“How about you?”

Bradley didn’t answer right away, letting the sound of the waves fill the space between you. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

“About what?” you prompted when he didn’t continue.

“About us.”

You turned to look at him only to find him already looking at you. You tried desperately to quell the flutter of hope in your heart. It was, after all, entirely possible that he was thinking about it because he was angry. The insistent voice in your head whispered that Bradley being angry at you was inconsistent with everything you knew about him and how you split. It whispered that maybe, just maybe, he still loved you like you still loved him.

You opened your mouth to speak but no sound escaped you. The part of you that didn’t want to allow the hope quieted the sound. You bit the inside of your cheek again.

“Is this okay?” he asked, reaching toward your face. 

When you nodded, he cupped your cheek carefully. Without even realizing it, your jaw unclenched, relaxing into the touch that had always meant safety.

“How are you really?” he repeated his question from earlier.

You answered honestly this time, still afraid that you were reading everything wrong, but you trusted him to catch you. “I’ve missed you. Never quite stopped thinking about you.”

“Me neither.” He did catch you. As he always had. “Can we do this? Try again?”

“You mean can I do this?” you asked wryly, shaking your head at yourself.

“Well, sort of,” he huffed a laugh that you joined good-naturedly. “I didn’t want to put it quite like that.”

“It’s a fair question.” You were the one to start walking this time. “I’ve got the anxiety under a lot better control now, so I think so. I mean, I know I’d still worry when you have to leave, but more at a normal level.” Then you hesitated, wondering if you were assuming too much, moving too fast. “Sorry, I… Do you want to try this again?”

“I--”

“Because I would totally understand if you didn’t,” you interrupted without meaning to, nervous about how he might respond. “It wasn’t cool of me to end things the way I did or when I did and--”

“Honey, slow down.” Bradley reached for your hand, pulling you to a stop.

“Right, sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“Right, s--” You stopped yourself this time, grinning ruefully at the sand. “Right. Please continue. If you want to.”

“Thank you,” he said, nudging your chin up with his free hand before he continued. “I do want to try again.”

“Even though I gave up on us?” 

“You did what you needed to do. I’ve always understood that.” Bradley’s eyes were so soft it was painful. You didn’t feel you deserved his understanding, let alone his forgiveness.

“That doesn’t make what I did right. I wish…” you paused, yet again wondering if you were unloading too much onto him. Something in his eyes told you to trust him again, so you forced the words past the lump in your throat. “I wish I had stayed. I should have turned back.”

His thumb brushed across the back of your hand. “I’m going to repeat myself for a second here. You did what you needed to do. You did right by what you needed to get through grad school. It’s okay.” 

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder and his free arm curled around you. With his lips pressed into your hair, he murmured the next words as a secret just for you. “You did turn back, you know. Maybe in a little roundabout way, but you came back all the same.”

That was what made you cry at last. At the first shake of your breath, Bradley pulled you fully into his arms. You grieved then. Grieved the life you might have had if you’d stayed. Grieved everything that might have been, everything you might have built with Bradley Bradshaw. And at the same time, you were so grateful that somehow the two of you had found your way back together. Relieved he didn’t hate you. Hopeful for everything you might still build together.

He was crying too--you saw the tears running down his face when you pulled back to look at him. Softly, hesitantly, you reached a hand up to his cheek. You brushed away the tears delicately, offering a small smile. Bradley smiled back, covering your hand with his own.

“I am so sorry for everything I put you through, Bradley. And if you let me, I want to make it up to you.”

“I don’t need you to make anything up to me.” He shook his head, just a little.

“I really, really love you.” You couldn’t help but tilt your forehead to his.

Bradley beamed, the sight warming you from the inside out. “I really love you too.”

“So are we going to try this? Us?” Hope seeped into your tone and you knew he heard it by the light in his eyes.

“We’re gonna give us another chance,” he affirmed.

“I’m not going to let go again, I promise.”

He kissed you fiercely, barely a moment after you finished your thought. Just as well. The moment his lips touched yours, you couldn’t think of anything but him. His hands weren’t even on your skin and they still ignited a fire along the path they traced. You reveled in the feel of his hair between your fingers, pulling a deep groan from his throat that you swallowed gladly. 

You had missed this, missed him. Now, faced with the opportunity to learn him all over again, you took to the task like a duck to water. His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, then your collarbone, where he sucked a mark. He was re-memorizing you too, though he clearly hadn’t forgotten how to make you melt.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him back to look at you. He grinned lazily at you, then kissed you again. His mustache tickled your upper lip and made you giggle. This kiss was far too short for your liking, but the way he looked at you made up for it a hundredfold. Besides, you had all the time in the world now.

So for now, you let him pull back and take your hand as the two of you started walking down the beach again. You reached your car too soon, but Bradley only let go of your hand to pin you gently to the side of your car. He smiled softly when you tilted your chin to offer your lips to him, leaning in to kiss you one more time.

“Do you still have my number?” you asked when you broke apart.

“Of course I do,” he assured, reaching for his phone to show you how you were still saved in his contacts. “I do, however, need a new lock screen photo.”

You laughed and the last knot in your chest came undone. “I might have some time tomorrow. I could do with a new picture too.”

His eyes crinkled up at the corners and you wanted to run your fingers over them. You resisted, only for today. There was plenty of time to relearn the feel of his expressions.

“We’ll put it on the books, honey.”

You knew you needed to go, but you didn’t want to leave--not now. He seemed equally hesitant, but he was stronger than you. Reluctantly, he opened your car door, helping you into the seat. You blindly fumbled to turn your car on, unwilling to turn your gaze away from him. He closed the door and leaned against it as you rolled the window down. 

“Text me when you’re home safe?” 

“Always, baby. As long as you do too.”

Bradley tilted your face toward him so he could press a lingering kiss to your forehead. You let your eyes drift closed as you basked in the comfort of his presence.

“Ok, if I don’t let you go now, I won’t be able to.” He murmured the words into your skin.

You hummed in acknowledgment, then in complaint as he retreated. “I don’t want to go either.” You felt the huff of his breath fan across your skin as he laughed lightly.

“I need to get to bed. Training starts early tomorrow.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“Both.”

With a sigh, you leaned back into your seat. “Alright, you’re right. I’ll see you soon.”

“You can count on it, sweetheart. We’re going to do something tomorrow night,” he promised as he stepped back from your car.

You backed out of the parking spot, then hesitated, looking at him. Before you could think better of it, you gave him a thumbs up and a salute. He laughed at the imitation, offering a small wave as you finally started driving.

That night was the first time in a long time that you had fallen asleep with a real smile on your lips.

[bunnys-babies]

Yuuta Relationship HC’s

headcannons

Yuuta Okkotsu x gn!reader

warning(s): none!

a/n: ty @alert-arlert for forever filling the Yuuta shaped hole in my heart and indulging with me about any & everything Yuuta <3 hope y’all enjoy bc it’s bc of them! (and you anon ehehehe) that I made this small thing :3

So soft, emotionally and physically (squishy chest)

If you say anything mildly shady or concerning, he’s side eyeing - he’s so good at it too

He’ll be driving the pair of you somewhere and you’ll make a comment about anything and he’s doing 👀 to see your face so he knows how he should be reacting

He prefers FaceTime or video call over regular calls any day, he never lets you know when he’s gonna call though so your phone will just start ringing and you know it’s either Yuuta or a scam

It’s mainly because he reads faces better than voice inflection, but also he gets so giddy when you answer the phone and it’s just a pixelated you <3

You could have the screen beneath your face while you snack, or while you’re typing away on your computer, and he’s smiling like an idiot cause he thinks you’re SO cute

Has resting bitch face

Maybe not so bitchy, but he just constantly looks annoyed

This goes for even when you’re talking to him, you’ll say something funny and he’ll bust out smiling and laughing and just go straight back to straight faced Yuuta

It was a little weird at first, but you’ve gotten used to it and learned it means nothing - it’s just his face

He gets the hiccups after every time he drinks a bubbly drink, and after every meal & snack

He gets viscerally angry about them too

*hiccup* oh my fuckin- *hiccup* god!

Maybe it’s because he eats every meal like it’s his last and chugs drinks like nobody’s business but who knowssss

His skill is not needing to drink while he eats, he waits until after his meal and will drink half of his water bottle or most of whatever drink he has

On the topic of this, he also always finishes his food before you

Never makes you feel rushed though, finishes his food and just chills with you like a sweetheart not thinking anything of it (he does have a habit of taking little bites of whatever you’re eating though, so be prepared to deal with his fingers coming onto your plate absentmindedly to steal some bites)

He’s got a big ol oral fixation - he’s constantly snacking on somethin if you guys are watching TV, and he used to chew on the ends of his pencils pretty bad until he started chewing gum instead in high school

So now he’s always strapped with packs of gum - his favorite is the super minty cube shaped ones

He has no problem ever sharing with you either!

Except one time he just asked if you wanted some and you made a joke about some “oh what does my breath stink?” And he about combusted

When you laughed he was fed UP with you

He’ll do pretty much anything for you regardless but sometimes he likes to act like he has a price - which is just a kiss or a head scratch

He doesn’t buy clothes for himself often, which means all his more over sized shirts and crewnecks from his late teens are more… fitting now that’s he filled out and gotten a bit taller (credit to ryn for the imagery of 5’11 dorito shaped Yuuta🤤)

He hasn’t noticed either since he’s never been too worried about his appearance, just enough to be put together

It wasn’t until he found an old t-shirt in the back of his closet that he really liked, and when he put it on it fit like a midi tee 😭

His lockscreen is a picture of you two and he changes it at whim

But his home screen is just ~you

At first he liked taking pics of you more than taking them with you but he likes how you two look together in pics, and how big you always smile when he’s standing next to you or just in the pic

It makes his heart swell a little and reminds him how much you love him

Words of affirmation are definitely his love language, tell him he’s cute or how much you love him and he’s putty in your hands

Even a goodnight or good morning ily text can make his day better

Has a weak ass stomach and can’t drink coffee </3 he wants to SO BAD cause he thinks it smells so good

Tea is his replacement (he believes in warm tea supremacy)

He likes getting drunk and doing puzzles, not a big drinker but if he’s gonna drink you better have something for him to be busy with

Just sits down and is focused on the puzzle until it’s done

Maki is y’all’s biggest supporter

When she found out Yuuta bagged a cutie like you she just about lost her mind

She’s constantly asking him about you cause she LOWKEY wants to be your friend so bad </3

She does a really good job of making sure you’re involved and feel welcome the first time, and every time, you hang out with his friends

MOVING ON FROM MAKI LMAO

He likes to wear sleep masks to bed sometimes - but he’s not at all picky about what they look like or say

So he’ll pick up a random one from the store and you look over as he’s saying goodnight and pulling it down onto his face just to read “gettin’ that beauty sleep!” in some cursive font on top of leopard print 😭

His hugs are the BEST hugs

They’re the kind that linger long after the initial embrace is “done”

He’s pulling back but his arms are still loosely wrapped around you as you talk, or they slide up your body to dance his fingers along your neck or cup your face

He’s so so affectionate once he’s comfortable with you

Has stunning eye contact when he’s listening to you speak, like at the very least his eyes are always on your face

But when he talks to you he’s constantly looking around and gets super animated with his hands

He loves playing video games, especially if you do too, but he’s so bad at them :/

If you guys play the same game he’s walking up to you and handing you the controller like babe can you beat this boss for me pls :/

He LOVES playing horror games with his pals (n you if you’d like to) - but he’s a screamer and gets so scared, but he thinks it’s sm fun!

He always yells and then giggles like whoa that was scary

If you wake up before him and don’t get him up, he gets grumpy like how long have you been up before me >:(?

Has chronic FOMO LMAOOOO

Loves when you send him random pics of yourself or random updates throughout your day, even if he can’t always reply if he were busy or smth he just likes seeing a notif from you <3

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[bangtangalicious]

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

masterlist

[hauntedelation]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — In the wake of the festive holiday, you traverse through a newcome dynamic following several incidents working under the Barnes-Romanoff household.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — James Bucky Barnes x Pet Sitter!Black Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff 

𝐀/𝐍 — This is something that comes from an intimately personal place within me. Realizing my sexuality has been such a journey. And, because I am closeted to my family and some other people in my life, I am grateful that I have this medium to express myself in some way. And, BuckyNat fucks me completely up.  

I decided to go ahead and put out this before anything else. It is a consequence of how this relationship came about. I am most likely going to post the rest later on, as a way to connect whatever I may mention here. There is also no beta, sorry for any errors!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 5.7k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — smut! (18+ only), Poly!BuckyNat, dub con, i would say Bucky and Nat are super soft dark in this, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, minor deceiving, mutual pining, slight voyerism, shy reader, protective!Bucky, fluff, angst, oral (m and f receiving), penetrative sex, slight anal play, dirty talk, fingering, age difference (Reader is in her early 20s, Bucky and Nat are in their late 30s), this is a pure indulgence I thought y'all knew?

Here is a link back to my masterlist, please enjoy!  ♡

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Two missed messages from Mr. and Mrs. Barnes-Romanoff. 

The glow of your phone screen becomes lightly dotted with snowflakes as you raise your head to look all around you. And in the bitter wind, in the chill of the night, you notice nothing but tiny white lights.

Perhaps your mind was too occupied when you were pulling up. Maybe you couldn't see it before, all the Christmas lights lining the trees and the bushes of their front yard, or how they reflected off of the two lustrous cars on the driveway.

You even regard the attention to detail that was taken in lining each bulb around the trim of their house. Not too much, not too little. It was breath-taking, surely standing out amongst the other mansions in the gated neighborhood. You had to think this was all done while you were busy with school. Maybe they hired someone special to do so.

Another source of light draws your eyes far more at the moment. It appears to you that you failed to respond to two of James' and Natasha's text messages. 

James: Good morning, Natalia and I are looking forward to seeing you tonight.

Natasha: We should be home before you arrive. Feel free to let yourself in, Darling.

It all resembles butterflies, whatever you are feeling right then. From reading those messages alone, thinking about the way that they have touched you, you're faced with that dizzy state of mind. The kind where every limb of yours is on fire. It's close to making the weather outside tolerable.

A visible puff of air billows out from your lips. You let that sensation flow within you, taking that winter air deep in your lungs to bring you back down to earth. This resolve won’t last, but you hope you can hold your wits about you.

The bags sitting on the concrete beside your feet hold most of your closet, half of your toiletries. 

Shortly before your finals, they had come to you with such an inviting tone, urging you to come to their home to not spend the holidays alone. And despite how much you want to avoid it, your heart ached at their outreach of kindness.

The thought of your friends is pushed to the forefront, everyone being around their loved ones, their parents, and siblings. It has been a little over a week since finals had passed, and a couple of days before you bid your roommate Clint goodbye for his trip to the Midwest. 

You and your family are, unfortunately, not in much contact with each other. As time marched onward, you found it no more difficult than it was easy to deal with.

Though, at this time of year, the holiday spirit seems to have a barbed effect on your mind.

"You know, if you stand out here in the cold long enough you just might turn into one of these Christmas decorations."

A resonant voice shakes you, almost causing your phone to slip from your fingers and fall to the pavement. At that instant, you snap your head toward the source and you meet irises darker than the nightfall around you. They spark with the element of playfulness, with sweeping eyelashes that have you envious.

His bronze skin was mostly covered in a corded grey sweater, not enough to veil the bulk of his arms and his chest. His cheeks are lined with a neatly clipped goatee, and, trickling down you watch his lips stretch to a soft smile.

Before you reveal that you already know his name, all from those gallant stories of him flying through the air, he beats you to it. 

"Name’s Sam, I'm a friend of Bucky and Nat's."

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You're thrown into abashment when you walk the great hallways of the home. 

The previous minimalist style of decoration was abandoned, and, for the first time, you see bright colors. You see festive decorations strewn about, making the home cozier.

There is that distinct combination of white, and black tufts of fur surrounding you, a trilling that melts your heart before you even realize it. 

Alpine and Liho greet you lovingly, hardly letting you within three feet of their home before they are brushing their faces into the fabric of your leggings. Your eyes light up, bending down to feel their fluffy coats on your fingertips. 

Sam, the man you were surprisingly introduced to before, took it upon himself to carry the bags that you brought over. He ignored your protests and held a curious look at the fact you brought luggage to the place you worked. 

You bit your tongue at this. Surely, you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of their closest friends. What could you say?

"I'm just gonna uh sit these down in the guest room. That alright, Sweetheart?"

You look up and meet Sam's eye, a pleasant twinge wound through your chest at his nickname for you. Unable to find the proper words right then, you stand back up from petting the cats and nod your head at the large man. 

His smile is warmer than anything else. Before he turns away with all of your luggage carried in his arms, he tells you that Bucky and Natasha are in the living room with another friend of theirs. 

"We are having a get-together of sorts."

The carved marble fireplace on the far wall was crackling under a roaring fire. The flat screen to the left was shut off and allowed a chorus of other sounds to echo through the living room. You took in the extra seasonal decorations placed about, the amber light reflecting off every shining surface. 

Their voices, Bucky and Natasha, were relaxed and more casual than you've heard them in a while. There was once again a feeling of unfamiliarity with one new articulation coming from a male.

All this, and you still have yet to take a look at the three shapes lounging on the ornate couches. 

You chew on the inside of your cheek, collecting any remaining resolve to bring yourself from the edge of the entryway. When you pull away, nails grazing against the paint of the trim, one awfully timid step is taken. 

Oh, but you weren't quiet enough, silly girl.

"I bet that's Sam agai—oh. Oh...wait a second." The fire crackles loud once the conversation is placed on a sudden pause.

He appeared larger than life. With his hair sleek and coffee brown, his brows and goatee were just about the same shade and trimmed without a hair out of place. His glass, containing a tawny liquor, moved from his outstretched thigh to the table in front of him with a clink.

"Hello, you must be the famous sitter I've heard all about."

And when he stood up, he towered far above you, much like Sam had when you stood close. Those shadowy eyes laced with interest drifted openly about your form. Your clothes were being ripped off of you, no matter how many layers you wore from the harsh weather outside.

His cologne, how could you explain it? It drifted in increments into your senses and right then and there, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

"Mr. Stark," spills from your mouth. You work to not let it fall open too much, to not appear so ordinary under the attention of the people in this room. 

But this man—you'd known about him since you were very young. Anthony Edward Stark, world-renowned for his work with prosthetics and his philanthropy. How could you pretend that you didn't know him?

Tony grins slow, like a wolf, and takes your outstretched hand, "I-It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." How blistering his skin feels.

You maintain eye contact with the man as if to prove something to yourself. However, Tony makes it one of the most challenging things you could ever do. He takes your hand politely, letting his teeth catch onto his lower lip. 

It might go unnoticed to many others, but to you and quite frankly James and Natasha, he took his time sliding his hand from yours. 

“My my, James, Natasha, I can see why you’ve kept this one all to yourselves.”

You force back a frown at the man’s comment, opting instead to look away from the collar of his crimson dress shirt, over to the couch where the two people in question sit. 

Bucky, adorn in a light grey Givenchy suit, was reclined back on the couch. The black-tie hung loose around his neck. The coat remained on his torso, fitting his arms snug. And they lined the headrest, stretching far apart the same way that his muscled thighs were. 

The man's eyes were previously locked on Tony, emanating nothing but the caveat of violence. He bit down and the knots in his jaw shifted under the flickering light. Upon gracing your form you visibly saw them shift, bled from hostility into something far more acquisitive.

Your name drawls on his tongue. 

“It’s been a while,” he brings his glass of bourbon to his lips and takes a sip. The soft whir of his metallic hand resonates as he pats his left thigh. 

“Why don't you come over here?"

Your gaze darts to Natasha and you finally take in her low-cut ivory dress. She's entangled with her husband and drops her hand near his pelvis. 

A bare shoulder is tucked into his body, her free hand cradling a neat glass of something clear. Her copper ringlets move smoothly when she nods her head in agreement.

The glass in his right progresses to the side table, his upper half rotating, before returning to rest behind his wife's head.

"We've missed you, you know that?"

Nat's eyes peer at you, boring into your body as she accommodates room for you between her body and Bucky. You lose the remembrance of what Tony's cologne smells like standing so close to James. 

It winds itself around your senses and secures control over you tight. 

His breath, spiced from the alcohol, warms the side of your neck. The hairs of his beard drag against your supple skin and he presses your back flush against his chest. 

His vibranium hand moves from your smaller one, having tugged you rightfully into his lap. You look down in your nervousness and see his thumb rub just under your ribs as he splays his palm over your midsection. 

You begin to sink into his bulky body, your judgment abandoning you once Natasha's hand moves toward the inside of your thigh. 

"How were your exams?"

Having set her glass down, her right hand guides your chin up, shifting your eyes from your lap to her luminescent features. 

"They were..okay."

Sam's footsteps echo through the expanse of the Barnes-Romanoff mansion. Steadily growing louder in volume until the man's handsome face is brought next to Mr. Stark. Both the men murmur to themselves, their stares lingering on the three of you before them. 

"Yeah? No trouble with any professors?"

Your breathing has become a struggle to retain normally. With every chance you seek, you are rendered powerless in finding the ability to squirm in Bucky's large lap. 

Both Natasha and her husband have a salacious manner when they smile at you, genuinely pleased to see you again. They carry on leaving their hands on your body, caressing you while Mr. Stark and Mr. Wilson sit under five feet away. 

You ultimately shake your head at James' question, knowing full well that you're somewhat lying. A strange fit of unease runs through you when you consider the things he would do if you'd said yes. 

He wets his flushed lips and trails them over your temple, mouthing his reply with his flesh hand running down Natasha's right arm. 

"That's very good, Printsessa."

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You blink and you’re now perched on the cold granite of the kitchen island top, fluffy socks dangling over the edge. The low tones of the men spark distantly in your right ear. They, in their polished shoes, are strolling toward the front foyer. 

The time on your phone is 8:13 pm. Where did the time go? Two hours and you remember swaying on the edge of something perilous. You remember an intense discussion of places and people you didn’t know the names of, and the sensation of being under lock and key. 

You hadn't expected the both of them to act in the way that they have, in front of company no less. But this is what couples do, what you had established with them before. You're just learning your way through this. You're still rusty. 

You wonder about that lost time while looking down into the empty wine glass in your hand. Alpine is purring happily, laying on the floor by her water bowl. You can already see Liho trying to convince her owner to feed her outside the normal schedule. 

Nat pulls the bottle of wine from the special wooden shelf by the sink. She sees her onyx feline and mirth layers her face. "I'm afraid you've already had your dinner, little one."

Liho protests with a small mew and chooses to wander away from the kitchen, her tail high and the tip pointed forward toward the men in the next room. You move from where the feline wandered off back to the woman in white. 

"They'll really miss you both when you leave."

Natasha purses her lips, but the emotion is wiped away with a deliberate guise. "Will they?" 

The corkscrew yanks the bob with a recognizable pop and is placed forgotten by the rest of the wine collection. Nat shows her pearly teeth to you and her simper only widens when your confusion is visible. 

"Of course, what do you mean?" 

The woman comes to a stop in the space between your knees, one of her arms cages you in against the island, and the other carefully pours the drink into your awaiting cup. The shade is blood red and reflects the light above your head in thousands of microscopic sparkles. 

You find yourself dazzled and you take a curious sip.

"James and I wanted to surprise you with this but, we're not going anywhere."

Her fingertips trace your arms as you freeze. 

You freeze in response to a combination of things, the wine, the sweet and satin feel of it in your throat, but at her words. Your chin tilts to where her long lashes bat at you, her amusement plain to see. 

“I don’t understand,” you swallow and mull over her confession. They both made it clear that you would be needed during this time. There was something important planned, some trip halfway across the world calling their names. 

“You both aren’t going out of town?”

You’d be lying if you say you weren't overjoyed.

That wine bottle, at the moment foregone, is pushed far behind your back and away from any risk of being collided with. The older woman betwixt your legs now has got two hands on you, never fruitless with conjuring up shivers on your skin. 

Nat’s slender fingers brush along the back of your neck, her fingertips massaging your hair at the root and you feel yourself tipping into her personal space. The distance gradually erases between you and Mrs. Barnes-Romanoff, and the ridge of her nose brushes against yours before she kisses you on your open mouth.

She aims to subdue you in a way far different than a man ever could. The sweet gloss painted on her lips blends and blends with your wine.

You try to think of what the taste could be before she tugs you in deeper, providing soft licks on your tongue. A gasp breaks itself from your lungs, loud enough just for her. 

You aren’t thinking though, not when you reel back in a sudden clumsy wheeze, your palm darting from around the crystal glass to the space below her sternum.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” She asks.

You can’t look at her, for the unexplainable shame burns your chest. “I-I’m sorry I’m just–” You run your tongue on your bottom lip and recognize the flavor now, raspberry. 

“Natasha I—” 

“–You have nothing to apologize for,” she reassures. Her thumb wipes around your mouth, cleaning up where her lipstick smudged on your face. 

“You’re still getting used to this, yeah?"

Bucky had long abandoned his suit jacket, cuffing his sleeves up his forearms as he does the polite thing and sees his associates out. As he stands near his front door he is favored with a provocative view of his wife and their pet sitter, something he thought he’d never see in all his years.

After months of him and his wife looking for the right caregiver to trust with their pets, here this young girl comes about. She was lucky enough to have a shared acquaintance that vouched for her passionately, and oh how did the cats love her. It was an anomaly, they never trusted anyone but his wife and himself. 

Not that this wasn’t enough, no.

The switch flipped when Natalia laid her eyes on the girl. It did not take a second more for the man to know that they had encountered something that they never expected. But it always starts like that, doesn’t it? 

Your crush on James from the beginning was ungainly suppressed, and for his dear wife well, your mind seemed to short-circuit when the redhead walked into the room. 

What they were aiming for would take some time. They both knew it, wanting nothing more than the feeling to be mutual amongst everyone. You were such a timid thing, though, Bucky and Natasha had much of their work cut out for them. 

His hand is dug into his pant pocket as he beholds his wife pressing her lips up your neck until she can whisper in your ear. She’s instantly awarded those quiet giggles you always try to conceal.

In the corner of his eye, he notes that Tony and Sam do a horrible job averting theirs, and this slaps a smirk on James’ face. He can’t help it.

“Well, Buck, it was great seeing ya tonight. And, I’m happy that I finally got to meet you and your wife's...friend.” 

Sam nods his head to the display in the kitchen before looking his friend square in the eye and lowering his voice. “I thought Tony was over exaggerating, man.”

James rolls his eyes and shakes Wilson’s hand. "I don't know why he felt the need to boast about another man's business."

At this, the man with the sunglasses on indoors pushes in between the two men with his arms rounding behind their backs. "You really think I don't find out about everything around here? Listen, Barnes," 

His middle finger nudges the frames down the bridge of his nose as his eyes flicker back to the island.

"We're here on business, but you know I just wanted to see your pretty little unicorn for myself," Stark croons.

James knows that at his core he shouldn't touch this man leering at a harmless girl like you, no matter how much his instincts propel him to do so. 

Sam, a much better man, gives him an eye that is a sobering reminder of where he is and who is in attendance. He settles on casually pushing Tony's hand off of his back, forcing a tight smile. The prosthetic he uses to shake Stark’s was the one granted to him by the older man, all but in faux courtesy.

“We’ll be seeing you after your little vacation, Barnes.”

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Alcohol and the last remnants of virulence flowed hot through James' veins, pooling to the tense pressure in his trousers. With a velvet red and white Santa hat on his head, he stretches his large body with the mess of blankets on the floor.

That bottle of shimmering wine, to the couple’s delight, became your favorite throughout the night. Natasha holds it in her hand, lips kissing down your neck as she pours a small amount in your exposed belly button. 

The woman perceives the way your hands still anxiously fist through the sheets, and she taps your hip bone.

"Don't be nervous, sweet girl. It's gonna feel real good."

She places a short kiss next to your navel, her tone light, "Has anyone ever done this to you before?"

The bottle is nearly empty, and once the woman sets it aside her husband soon makes work of wrapping his fingers around the bottle and draining any outstanding liquid down his throat.

And of course, you shake your head “no.” Your head that buzzes thoroughly with that giddy feeling. 

Natasha nips at your collarbone. Any other day, a simple noise would not have even been good enough for that woman, but tonight, she was feeling very generous. She hums and is content with your answer, gazes down at your bare skin glowing in the low light. 

Your breasts rise and fall with every breath heaving breath you take, and she fights the urge to nip and suck on your brown nipples.

"Honey, I'm gonna show you something."

The fingers of her right hand had not stopped their languid movements, slick and dripping from massaging your center. You hide your face in your hands as two of her digits resume pushing into you in a calculated fashion.

She dips her head as she mutters a request against your stomach, "Look at me, let me see those pretty eyes." 

It takes you enough to obey, where you feel your wrists gently encased in two different textures. You blink and right above you is Bucky with his eyes heavy-lidded and a sly curl to his lips. He shifts your hands away from your face, shushing your whimpers, and pins you down to the soft covers below. 

"It's gonna be fun, Printsessa. Look at Natty." 

Natasha rolls your clit under her thumb, and Bucky feels your hands reach for his, trying your best to grab onto something. When Natasha's swift tongue dips from your stomach to your belly button, drinking the last drops of the wine, you lock eyes.

The woman had flames by the fireplace dancing in her irises. 

She moves to drag her lips down the inside of your thigh and whispers praises delicately into your flesh. Soon, she dips lower, not able to help herself at the scent of your cunt at her fingertips.

Natasha is unhurried pulling her digits out of your hole but is greedy when popping them into her mouth. Her eyelids fall shut as she savors the way that you taste, thinks of what a mess you are beginning to make as your arousal trickles down to your cheeks and the blankets. 

She opens your legs wide and wraps her arms around your thighs to secure you to her upper body. Her thumbs move to spread your swollen lips apart, revealing you completely to her. Nat’s teeth sink into her lower lip seeing your slit clench around nothing, the effects of that wine pushing you more than ready for it all.

"Such a pretty little pussy, James."

Her husband grins, letting go of your wrists as he meets his lovely wife's eyes. 

“Oh yeah?"

Bucky's vibranium hand falls to pet your damp hair, brushing away the hairs stuck to your forehead. You heave several breaths when your dilated pupils move from Nat's to James' far above. 

The man's flesh hand reaches up to unbutton his dress shirt, a curse spilling out of his mouth when he feels your hands move up his thigh. Upon this, Natasha dips her head and drags her tongue slowly in between your lips, flicking along the inner labia and tracing your bundle of nerves. 

She gives that spot more attention as the seconds pass by, your soft whines being more than enough encouragement. "There you go, Darling. Fuck—let her take care of that pussy." 

The couple begins to see a shift in your demeanor, your hips bucking into Natasha's face, your fingers carding through her auburn tresses. 

Bucky's cock presses intensely against the zipper of his dress pants and his eyes widen a fraction when your wandering hand ventures over that tent once again. "Bucky," you pant, mulling over what you want to say next. It takes you several attempts with what Nat is doing between your thighs.

"I wanna touch you." Your hand grazes his over his belt, trying your best to show him what you want. 

He feels your skin, and can already sense how you’re burning up in comparison to himself. He takes heed to this and gingerly holds your smaller hand in his. 

"Yeah? Take me out, Honey."

James chooses to help you. The angle at which you lay made it challenging for you to reach hold of the buckle and the zipper. It takes you both some time and Bucky works to not be so restless. 

When his boxer briefs drag down his hips, his erection springing free, his head tips back at the sheer feeling of relief. 

The man listens to the wet and debauched noises arising from your lower half, his wife's lips wrapping around your engorged clit. 

Bucky can sense this, that he is losing himself in the sight of your body writhing about. And he wants nothing but to make it all about you, for him and the love of his life to give you everything you deserve all through the night. 

So, James’ fingers slide from his rigid stomach down to grasp his erection, squeezing and stroking his length in lazy passes. 

Whatever was in that wine was strong enough to work on someone like him, on someone like Natalia as well. He can see it in the way her pale cheeks are dusted with rosy pink. He hadn’t expected it to work so well.

He exhales a strained moan when he feels his dick twitch in his hand. Your eyes are glued to the vision inches from your face, his precum stringing from his swollen tip. The clear fluid drips and drips from his body, dotting your neck and over your breasts. Your mouth falls open as you reach up to help the man stimulate his length.

Bucky grunts a phrase under his breath, something you don't understand but his wife surely does. And as her lips and her tongue swirl over your center, she can only speed up in response to those signs. You were just about to let go.

"You want it in your mouth?" You nod your head meekly at him.

James’ canines flash at you in the warm-toned light, that fire bringing forth beads of sweat on his forehead. His fingers slide to grab hold of his thick base when he lowers himself over you. With his vibranium hand, Bucky takes hold of your jaw and rubs his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

"Say 'ah.'"

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Dawn approaches within any number of hours, the sky is still shrouded in darkness due to the snowfall outside their bedroom windows. The couple had opted for the move. 

For in those hours of them working you, and you taking every drop that your avid body could handle, you would fall into a doze for a short amount of time. The effects of that mysterious wine they got from Bruce were essentially waning.

You lay down with your angelic face buried in the blankets, small amounts of drool falling from your parted lips. The couple watches on with fondness lacing their eyes. Nat drapes herself over her husband's chest, with the slope of your backside resting snugly over his groin.

"Do you think she has anymore in her?" Natasha implores. 

His brows raise and he truly thinks for a moment.

"I don't know."

You had drained the man twice before and asked Nat with that very uncertainty if “maybe” you could see what her strap felt like. James shuddered at the mere mention of the toy, knowing full well that the last it was taken out, it was rightfully used on him. 

Bucky retains that very blush across his cheekbones when he looks down to where both of your bodies meet. You do a wonderful job keeping him warm. 

It is a sight to behold through the thin slits of his eyes and he inhales profoundly. He then palms the swell of your cheek and swipes his thumb over your puckered hole. 

"Wonder if she would let us play with this pretty little hole right here."

He laughs quietly when a drowsy cry escapes your lungs and your body twitches in his hold. He moves to wrap his left arm around his wife. With a kiss to her cheekbone and he whispers to her. 

"Are you happy that we decided to stay, Natalia?"

She nods evenly and pushes the drooping Santa hat away from his brows, "Of course, everything else can always wait." The woman clears her throat and drifts her attention down to you, "She needs us, right now." 

Her husband agrees, far more than anything else at the moment. 

James could do it if he wanted to, be on a plane heading to somewhere in eastern Europe, involved in some risky business with Steve or Sam. He’s done it for so many years now and it was safe to admit that he was tired of that. Just this once, the man takes a step back, Natasha doing the same.

The two lay there in the silence of their home with someone they have brought into their life that they never would like to let go of, all in the bliss of their first break together. Eventually, the stillness of the atmosphere is vanquished upon you stirring from your sleep. 

Green, and blue eyes land on you wearily raising your torso from between Bucky's legs. Onto two wobbly arms, you support yourself while you squint through your lashes. James soothes his warm hand up your back, keeping himself deep inside of you. 

"Nat," you rub at your eyes before you even think to. 

The woman answers you in a purr as you chew on your lower lip, looking away from her to the blankets. Even though all sense of modesty has abandoned you tonight, leaving yourself bare before your two lovers, you still hold that demure nature about you.

“What is it, Darling?”

Just when you had thought that whatever was inside of you had been at ease, the winding returns with force. You had no clue where all of this had come from, and to be truthful you were too sheepish to ask Bucky and Nat for an explanation. 

No amount of effort inside can stay when the twinge in your limbs gives into that craving, the very kind that you have been feeling since the start of the night. 

You look to Natasha’s bruised chest, the intermittent splotches of Bucky’s teeth on the pale skin surrounding her nipples, and your face grows hot at the thought of what you would like to do.

“I want to..make you feel good.” 

Her grin stretches at your use of words. She wants to extol you for this, touched that you are becoming more comfortable in being intimate with her. 

A grand idea makes a home in James’ head when he witnesses the exchange before him. Pleased in his own right that his two girls seem to be bonding more, he moves to rise from the pillows and effortlessly lifts you off of his cock. 

You are placed back on the bed, with the man eyeing you and Natasha. “Go on, Honey. Natalia loves it when her nipples are sucked on.”

The woman breathes out a shallow moan as you crawl your way closer to her, enclosed in her firm legs. 

She brushes her fingers on the sides of your damp face, and you tip your lips up to meet hers in a long kiss. You are distracted, enough to where the man in the festive Santa hat positions himself behind you once again, his hands gently bending you further into Natasha.

You pull away and snicker at how keen James is, continuing your venture biting and sucking down the column of Nat’s neck, over her collar bone, and finishing at her breasts. 

Bucky bites down on a groan as his dick throbs at attention once again, not helping his hands automatically steering those hips of yours up to where his groin is.

“She’s not used to all of this, my love,” Natasha warns with a sharp sigh, your lips wrapping around her nipple, your other hand wandering to arouse the other.

James scoffs and grinds his length against your cunt. His fingers slip over your tender hole, observing his cum ooze from your body as your walls pulsate. He lays a hand on one of her ample cheeks and growls once you begin rolling your ass back into him. 

“Look at her, Natalia. Her slutty hole is just begging for it.”

Your teeth sink into her areola shallowly, as Bucky draws himself back to line his dick with your slit. 

“Just one more Baby, you can do it.”

When he drives himself back into you, his grip is bruising and he doesn’t find the constraint in him to go any easier. Yet, every nerve is white-hot, howling at him that anything and everything is too much.

And maybe he starts to believe that when he sees how worn out your body is, or the look in his wife’s eyes as you begin to glide your fingers to the space below her navel. Both of his girls, including he, will be very sore come the imminent sunrise.

Amid his slow but firm thrusts, you bring a shaky palm behind you to press against his stomach. You gush around the older man, despite that feeble voice of yours muffled against Natasha’s breast. 

He knows, being the impatient man that he is, that this will cost him much later. 

“Bucky, I’m so sore.”

James lets his eyes roll shut, hushing your desperate pleas. “Shh, you’re okay.” His left hand, ice cold against your heated skin, surrounds your wrist and directs it to stay at the small of your back. “B-Bucky.”

“I know, Honey. I know,” he answers, as he digs his knees into the mattress and slams into you rougher than before. 

Natasha lays her lips on the crown of your head, centering her focus on not slipping under too soon herself from your eager touches. 

“Be a good girl, and later on, you can open the presents we got for you.”

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[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.

-

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.