#i love this site. i don’t expect you to know everything about me but you’re kinda proving my point on people boasting their ignorance

[acebytaemin]

you talk like some kind of academic girl this is tumblr

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[charliemwrites]

Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl

Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)

Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)

Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".

Content: Brandon.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancé for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gf’s back. We’d already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my “work wife”) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know it’s not traditional, but I genuinely don’t think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fiance’s coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancé just can’t but I still love my fiancé. She’s the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew she’d expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. It’s a good thing I’m so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesn’t really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. I’ve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight I’m going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, I’ll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think it’s just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying but she hasn’t come to me about it so she’s probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least she’s got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but she’s just so mopey and sad all the time and it’s not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like I’m abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal I’ll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and I’m not going to. What good would it do? She’s already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didn’t have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.

Kyle’s been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, he’s only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet – telling you he’s alright, or that he’s thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and “goes dark” again.

Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. You’re not complaining when he’s putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.

That doesn’t stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.

“How have you been holding up, chickadee?” he asks after the initial reassurance that he’s whole and hale. 

“Easier this time!” you answer proudly. “I know what to expect with you gone and Johnny’s good company.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding pleased.

You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him. 

“Mhmm! We found a board game bar that you’re going to love. Oh, and we’re going to the Hay Festival this weekend.”

He hums. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.”

More than good to you, really. There’s not been a day he doesn’t call to check up on you - if he doesn’t see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. He’s somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. He’s nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.

You don’t know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didn’t know better…

“You two are getting close,” Kyle observes.

“I think so,” you admit, then hesitate. “Is… that okay?”

“‘Course, luv. I’m glad.”

You blink. “You are?”

“He’s my best mate and you’re my best girl.”

An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His “best girl.” You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldn’t?

“It… doesn’t bother you? That we’re spending so much time together.”

He snorts softly, but it’s not derisive. It’s a noise he makes whenever he thinks you’re being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.

“No, baby, I’m not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?”

Your chest floods with warmth. “Okay.”

“There’s a love. I’ve got a brief, so I have to go. I’ll call soon as I can.”

“Be safe, Ky.”

“Do my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?”

You blink as he hangs up. That’s a new one.

You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush you’ve developed for Johnny?

Because it is a crush, you know it is. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. It’s so thoughtful; you’ve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.

But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a… patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldn’t it? You’ve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since he’s Kyle’s best mate.

Still… Kyle’s not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. You’ve been with him long enough now that you know he’d just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And he’s been with you long enough that he can surely tell you’re more than a bit fond of Johnny.

Maybe that’s why he made the joke about “smooching” him.

Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.

Plus, it’s not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)

“Where are you going?”

You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.

“The Hay Festival,” you answer.

Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesn’t follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.

“Alone?”

You snort. “Of course not, I’m going with a friend.”

The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnny’s too busy to hang out. There’s no way you need three bottles of paracetamol. 

“I need that suitcase.”

You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. “What for?”

He shifts, eyes sliding away. “An… overnight.”

Ah. That’s what he’s calling it now?

You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.

“Just bring them here,” you say over your shoulder.

There’s a long, tense beat of silence but you’re too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, you’ll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.

“Bring who here?” Brandon asks slowly.

When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.

This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.

“Whoever you need the suitcase for? I know you’ve had people over before anyway, and I’ll be gone all weekend.”

He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. “Why do you think I’ve had people over before?”

You arch an eyebrow. “I do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.”

That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancé. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadn’t been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.

Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if you’re still not thrilled. Brandon can have his… whoever over, and you’ll goof around with Johnny in Wales.

“Just toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,” you add.

“I thought you do the laundry,” he sniffs.

“I’m not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,” you answer. He does a double take like you’ve started speaking a new language. “You’ll be here all weekend, I’m sure you’ll have time.”

He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that he’s about to argue - though you don’t really know what about. It’s not like he can’t do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.

Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel he’ll bring.

Friday afternoon can’t come fast enough. Even though you’ve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. You’re practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. There’s a baker’s dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for Kyle…

“Hope yer thinkin’ o’ me when ye make tha’ face.”

Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory – ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe that’s just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.

The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair – and right into his arms. He’s like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you giggle. “Who let a rowdy guy like you in?”

He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.

As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.

“Hey now, Marcy’s a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.”

You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. “She may need new glass then.”

“Och, don’t go talkin’ poor about my second-best gal now.”

“Is it that easy to get in your good graces?” you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. It’s later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that you’ve lost track of time.

“Aw don’ be green, dove, you’re still my number one. Send ye flowers ‘n all.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, and now I’m wondering just how special that is.”

He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. You’re only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that it’s going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.

“Where are you headed off to?” Lucy asks.

“Hay Festival,” you answer shortly.

You’ve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately she’s been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you haven’t seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.

“You’re not taking Brandon?” she simpers. “Something wrong?”

“He’s hanging out with a friend this weekend too,” you correct, “and he doesn’t like hay.”

“Shame that,” Johnny adds, sounding like it’s not a shame at all.

You haven’t told him much about Brandon – but you’re sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancé comes up in conversation, he doesn’t think much of Brandon.

“Have fun you two!” your manager, Selene, calls.

You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancé is going on a weekend getaway with another man. I’ve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. I’m not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.

A little context: my fiancé and I are in an open relationship and it’s been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately she’s been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.

A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.

Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancé flowers but not her. I told her I hadn’t sent any flowers. I think they’re way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancé flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. That’s a pretty romantic gesture and her family isn’t the type to randomly send flowers either.

I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to ‘do not disturb’ so I wouldn’t even see if she was texting someone. We don’t have much to talk about now. I love her but she’s not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her ‘funny stories’ are just mundane things that happen during the day. We’ve run out of interesting topics about because we’ve been together so long. (That’s why I like having more than one partner.)

Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I don’t even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said ‘a friend’ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I don’t remember who they are.

Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancé leaving her job with some guy. I couldn’t see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancé’s face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that she’s going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.

Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? They’ll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.

I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that I’d been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that she’d see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her ‘friend’ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.

My fiancé doesn’t like lying but it’s hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.

She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I don’t get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?

Edit: she doesn’t know that I’ve been seeing Lucy. I haven’t told my fiancé about any of the women I’ve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. I’ve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women don’t put out right away and I usually can’t be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldn’t tell her about lucy. They don’t get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.

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mark was sat on the edge of the bathtub, one foot on the toilet as he tried his best to apply ointment on his fresh wound. what was even going through his head, he invited you over to talk, just talk, so why did he get the bright idea to shave his balls. i mean, better safe than sorry right? who knew, maybe you had spent just as many sleepless nights thinking about what it would feel like to have his skin up against yours, heat radiating off you bodies as you- enough.

there was nothing sexy about tonight, he had an injured ball and the truth to confess. tonight was about righting his wrongs, about trying his best to be honest with you.... and maybe, just maybe, after everything is said and done, he'd get a little lucky.

.

as you stared at mark's front door you couldn't help but wonder how the hell you ended up here. maybe some weird fate pulled you both together.

you'd been applying to change dorms since your first month of college (mark had always been a noisy neighbor) and your requests had always been denied, leaving you here next door to mark. and then when you finally tried to find love and you get paired with some super romantic anonymous guy (who you found out was mark), and then after that anonymous guy breaks your heart you find yourself falling for the noisy neighbor you once hated.

.

whatever silly red string had been pulling you towards mark had finally led you here. he was standing in front of you hair messy, a light blush on his cheeks as he looked down at you, a small smile on his lips,

"hi pretty girl.”

your heart fluttered at the nickname, immediately melting as he leaned down to wrap his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into your neck. he took a deep breath, enjoying your scent.

“mmm you smell good, i haven’t seen you in so long.”

a blush creeped onto your cheeks when you realized how domestic this all was. if you knew that all it took was a date or two with his friends to get him this sappy you would’ve accepted haechan’s advances a long time ago. you pushed him back by his shoulders, giggling,

“it’s only been like a week mark, don’t tell me you’re already falling for me.”

he grabbed your hand as he dragged you into his apartment, straight into his bedroom.

“more like i already fell, scraped my knee and everything.”

he chuckled nervously, trying to pretend he didn’t just confess his feelings. you bit your lip to hide your growing smile, scooting up onto his bed so your back was against the headboard.

“so why’d you call me over markie, besides the fact that you’re obviously jealous of hyuck.”

he made a sour face at the nickname you gave his friend,

“yeah hyuck, i called you over to talk about him actually.”

you raised a brow confused as to why haechan was the one thing on his mind. you were expecting a confession of him being the anonymous guy with tears in his eyes, on his knees begging for forgiveness, but you guess haechan is one way to start.

you nodded slowly, urging him to continue.

“yeah well, haechan isn’t peter, well i guess he is, technically, by law or something, it’s on his birth certific-“

“mark, stop rambling.”

he picked at his fingernail before continuing,

“yeah well he’s not the peter, you know the one that’s supposed to be your romeo, i am.”

he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for your response.

“wait so you’re my romeo? the one i met on that anonymous dating site? the one that started acting weird before telling me he had a crush on another girl?”

he nodded, eyes still squeezed shut. you raised your voice a little,

“mark look at me, i’m talking to you.”

he slowly opened his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. you bit back a smile, happy that he was feeling at least a tiny bit bad for what he did.

“do you have anything else to say?”

he looked up at you, eyes slightly watery.

“i’m just sorry for everything, seriously, i should’ve never kept this from you, and i get it if you hate me now, but that doesn’t mean that i’m just gonna let you go. my feelings were true this whole time and i really like you, you’re the most interesting girl i’ve ever met. and i’m rambling now but i can go on and on about how sorry i am because i care a lot about our relationship and i want to work this out and-”

you brought a hand up to grab his shoulder,

"alright mark that's enough."

he stopped his ramble looking at you expectedly,

"i know, i've known since i went out with hyuck-"

"oh my god he told you? wait? so you knew and you still came to see me? why aren't you mad at me? why are you so calm?"

you shook your head, lightly laughing,

"do you want me to be mad mark? are you into that? want me to yell at you?"

he lightly slapped your thigh as his cheeks turned bright red,

"stop that! i'm serious! just because you're hot doesn't mean you can use that against me!"

you smirked at him,

"so you think i'm hot?"

he threw himself onto the bed, roughly rubbing his face with his hands.

"you're killing me y/n."

you got up from your place, crawling towards mark before straddling his hips. You hovered your face close to his, giggling as you watched him peek through the gaps of his fingers.

"mark? i'm not mad, promise."

he removed his hands from his face, instead choosing to place them on your hips, looking down to see where your bodies touched, the blush now spreading to his ears. he looked back up at you,

"yeah, but why?"

you looked down at him, liking this position a lot.

"mark, even when you were anonymous, you were nothing but a gentlemen. and when i finally got to know you in person i realized that you were more than just the asshole next door. and i gotta give you credit, you made me fall for you twice. you said your feelings are true and that's the honesty i'm looking for- are you seriously hard right now?"

he brought his hands back up to his face groaning,

"sorry, i was trying not to, i swear i'm listening to what you're saying, but for some reason that's making me hard too, i can't help it!"

you giggled,

"my confession is making you hard?"

he gave you a nervous smile as he slowly looked back down to your hips.

"so this isn't a bad time to ask you to kiss me?"

you leaned down lips only a breath away from his,

"you may be my markie now, but the fuck boy neighbor is still inside you."

he laughed softly as you tried to press your lips onto his, failing as you began to laugh with him. your teeth clashed as you both giggled into each others mouths. you leaned back slapping his chest gently.

"you asked for a kiss! stop laughing!"

he placed his hands back on your hips, smirking up at you,

"so you'll do anything i ask? is it a bad time to ask you to-"

you placed a finger over his mouth,

"mark lee i know what you're gonna ask."

you removed yourself from his lap, laying flat on your back,

"i'm not mad, but it doesn't mean you're forgiven."

he turned towards you, hand coming up to play with your hair,

"yeahhh but i promise you'll forgive me after i show you how good i am with my-"

"buh buh buh, mark lee stop it! i need you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness! i am an empowered woman!"

"i have something elseee i can do on my knees, and it'll make you feel superrrr empowered."

you sat up quickly, turning to glare at mark,

"mark lee, i'm going to go to the bathroom and when i come out you better have a romantic dinner set up!"

you pushed yourself off the bed quickly walking to the bathroom hearing mark shout behind you,

"babyyyy, why do you need the bathroom all of a sudden huh?"

maybe you should've shaved before coming...

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[anisangeldust]

Santa, Baby ❆𝜗𝜚

Summary: After being stumped on a gift for your boyfriend, Jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, you settle on a safe favorite of his.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Warnings: Implied age gap (Anakin is 35 and reader is 18), lap dance, smut, oral (m receiving), mating press, mentions of breeding, smutty descriptions !!

A/N: Happy holidays! All the love and magic for all of you! May you all have the bestest day ꨄ

Santa baby..

Slip a sable under the tree, for me

Been an awful good girl,

Santa baby..

What do you get for a man that has everything?

7 year olds are easy to shop for, Leia was head over heels for he giant wookie stuffed toy, and Luke wouldn’t shut up about the ‘training saber’ he unwrapped that morning, children were easy to please, but a man?

What did you get someone who was almost double your age? A watch? He didn’t need that, it was useless for how often he changed planets with different time zones. Cologne? He had that, new parts for tinkering? He had those too, a new glove for his prosthetic hand? That was too cheap.

When you decided to just ask what he wanted, despite wanting it to be a surprise and feeling a touch of shame that you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough, the conversation went as good as you’d expect:

“I don’t want anything babe” his buttery voice insisted, strong hands rubbing your back and his baby blues full of warmth.

You sighed “all couples say they don’t want anything, I’m getting you a gift. Tell me what you want.” You insisted, kissing his cheek.

Anakin let out a deep, hearty chuckle. “I have you, I have the little ones, they love you like you’re their mother, I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t need a gift.” He reiterated, his hand moving from your back to your rear, playfully squeezing.

That comment: “I have you, I have everything I’ve ever wanted” gave you an idea, you’d be his present. If he didn’t want anything new, perhaps something revamped would be the move?

It wasn’t difficult to get Luke and Leia asleep, they had crashed hard from the inane amount of sugar they ingested. After gently forehead kisses to each of them, and soft goodnights, you closeted their door and went to your bedroom you shared with Anakin.

“Merry Christmas Ani..” you kiss him gently and he holds you gently while kissing you back

“Merry Christmas baby girl” he coos and rubs his hands up your sides, a lustful look drinking behind the cobalt clouds of his eyes.

You giggle gently, pulling away. “I have a gift for you..” you murmur and climb off his lap, gesturing to a Cody chair by your bed “sit..” you smile.

Anakins brows shoot up “oh? I thought I said no gifts?” He teases but complies, siting down and looking at you.

“It’s not completely a gift.. more a.. zhuzh..” you wink and disappear into the bathroom.

Only a few minutes later do you emerge, flipping on a speaker to the familiar tune “Santa, baby” and sexily strutting over to your sitting boyfriend, clad in red lingerie and a Santa hat, complete with red lipstick and red stockings.

Anakin lets out a low, wolf whistle “whewww baby. What is this?” He leans back and pats his lap. Once you sit down on his thigh he tries to hold your waist, only for you to swat his hand away and pin his wrists behind him. Though he could easily get out, he chose to play along and refrain from laying his hands on you.

“Shh.. let me give you a show..” you coo and arch your back, standing up and wiggling your chest in his face. Allowing the white trim to brush his nose before you step back and squat down, slowly lifting up with your hands on his knees, wiggling your hips again.

The familiar song faded out as you climbed on your knees infront of him. Nuzzling one of this thighs and kissing his pants “you can touch now..” you purr gently. He takes no time for hesitation, immediately yanking off the pure hat and tangling his hands in your hair.

“Mmmhh.. baby..” he groans and spreads his legs allowing you to pull off his pants, he watches the fabric slide off to reveal the hard bulge in his boxers “you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groans and pulls you forward to his crotch.

Your lips meet the hardness of his bulge and you kiss it, feeling it twitch and grow under your lips. Slipping your fingers under the elastic of his boxers and slipping them down, his hard cock springing free of its cloth confines. The tip leaking pearl and standing stiff. Trimmed pubes leading to heavy balls and upwards was his toned abdomen.

“Is this all for me?” You tease and suck lightly on his baby pink tip. He tried to pull you down and you resist, moving instead down his shaft to suckle on his aching sack, the motion making him growl and shake.

“Fuck yes.. all for you baby girl, always for you..” he grunts then tangles his hands in your hair, tugging on your scalp. “Gods.. fuck me.. always so good” he rolls his eyes back. The groans louder as you finally take him into your mouth, letting your slobber lube your hand so you can pump what you can’t take. Your tongue traces the bulging vein Yang runs under his cock head, swirling it and catching all his leaking pre before going back down.

“Mmpohh…” he tenses “fuck fuck fuck.. I’m.. ohhmm..” he takes control and face fucks you, hips lifting up to meet your face, hands tangled in your hair, he was enjoying this more than any blowjob he’d ever been given. There was a moment of chocked silence as Anakin came down your throat, beads of sweat running down to his eyebrows, eyes pinched close and brows furrowed.

As soon as he came down from that high, you made eye contact and swallowed his whole load, letting the little bit that dripped from your mouth to be scooped up by your tongue. “Merry Christmas daddy..” you tease and he groans “get the fuck over here” he growls and stands up, pulling you up and throwing you on the bed.

Anakin kisses up your thighs and nips at the conjunction between your thighs and hips “fuck me babygirl..” he coos “so good with the little ones, makes me wanna give you one of our own” he growls before ripping off your panties with his teeth, tearing the delicate lace.

“Oh! Mm.. please.. give me a baby.. make me full..” you spread your legs, allowing him to see the wetness of your cunt. You pull your knees to your chest and your puffy, pink clit pops out from between your glistening folds.

Your boyfriend tugs his cock a few times, using the thumb on his other hands to tease your sensitive bud “I’ll give you a fucking baby.. I’ll pump you full of my cum..” he promises as he folds you in half and bullies his cock into your cunt “I’ll make you so full your forget what it’s like to be.. empty..” he grunts and starts to pump his thick, heavy cock into your puffy pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” You groan and bite your finger, trying to refrain from waking up Luke and Leia. Each thrust leaves a sticky squelch behind, the sound and smell of your combined arousal is like Anakins personal heroin, each jiggle of your tits, every choked sob that leaves your mouth, it’s all Anakin will ever need.

“Cum, fucking cream all over my cock, you’re already clenching me so good.. let me feel you cum” he demands and slaps your folds a few times. Pinching your clit ever so slightly.

You listen almost instantly, your back arching and a loud whimper escaping your throat, cunt fluttering around his invasive manhood. Anakin isn’t far behind, shorting his hot and sticky load into your womb, making sure to fuck it against your cervix, making sure to take advantage of your little fertile body.

As soon as the sexual haze lifts off the room, Anakin turned back into your loving and doting boyfriend. “Oh baby.. did I hurt you?” He lifts you up and lays you on his chest “that was so good, you did so good..” he coos gently and you nuzzle him “mhm.. I’m okay.. ‘m perfect..” you assure him.

He lets out a comforting sigh and nods “so perfect.. my perfect girl.. my most wonderful Christmas present..” he kisses you softly “Merry Christmas doll..”

You lean into it “Merry Christmas, daddy.”

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 03

Kinktober Masterlist in absentia lucis - "in the absence of light" John Price x f!reader Kinks > rape, torture, sensory deprivation Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You are a new recruit to the CIA, and Kate Laswell sends you to some remote blacksite for your interrogation training. Your temporary commander, Captain John Price, gives you a safeword, but as your training begins, you realize that you feel everything except for safe. 

Hey, did you see where the tags said RAPE? Okay, just making sure.

It was three flights and a cab. It was airport food and cold coffee. It was forgetting whether the date ended in a three or a four. It was paperwork and passports and finally a cold office. It was a long trip, and you were running on empty. 

“What are your expectations, here, Katie? I don’t wanna do another Warsaw situ–” The man complained.

“This is nothing like Warsaw. She can handle it. Trust me.” Your boss replied, her voice crackling over the video call.

The man who complained squared his jaw and fixed his eyes on you again, looking at you fresh now that your handler, Kate Laswell, had vouched for you. You tried not to fidget in your seat. You didn’t sit up any straighter. You weren’t here to advertise yourself as the bravest or the toughest of anything. You knew you still needed a lot of training, and if he wanted to draw his own conclusions about you, then that was his business, not yours. 

“Her scores are high. She beat your exam?” 

“She did. Her field test and her ‘chute certifications were performed at a DF site here in the states.”

There was a long pause before Laswell spoke again,

“Do me this favor and maybe I’ll even let you borrow her for a recon mission or two. I know none of your boys are pretty enough to pass for party girls, but mine is.”

“That she is,” you heard his tone darken, thickening in his mouth like sticky sap from a tree, borderline inappropriate. When he saw your reaction to his comment, he turned back to the screen and said, “Alright, Katie. You got a deal. I’ll send her back once she’s out of recovery.”

“Thanks, John. Don’t go easy on her, or she’ll make you pay for it.”

“Is that so?” His wry smile sent a jolt somewhere in your belly that you didn’t appreciate.

She laughed and hung up the call. You waited, trying not to let the jitters or the exhaustion win out, battling both but feeling pulled in either direction just the same. 

“So,” he turned his attention to you at last, “Did you lay in your fuckin’ pink princess bed when you were a little girl and dream about becoming a bloody spy, or is this some sort of complex I should know about?”

You shrugged, 

“A man does what he must…”

“Careful, girl. Quoting Kennedy can’t be good for your health if you’re working in Katie’s office, hm?”

“You don’t need to know why I’m here, sir.” You used his title like a knife, flashing it right in front of his eyes and watching them ignite with his smoldering, quiet fury.

“No, but I bet I’ll find out during our time together,” he promised, making your heart clench with stress and anxiety, “What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Red,” he repeated it to you as if he wanted to see how it felt in his mouth. Then, after a long pause, he explained, “I will also stop before the point of emergent damage. But, I will push you past the point of pain. You will sustain injuries. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, love?”

He seemed to be under the misconception that this was your first rodeo. You knew what you had come here for, and it wasn’t some drill sergeant to yell you into shape. You had already been through Delta Force’s operator training center - the parts they allowed CIA operatives through, anyway - and you’d surpassed what Williamsburg had to offer. You were aiming to serve as a Special Skills operative, the blackest of the black ops groups, and although you lacked the physical strength to be of any use in most field positions, you had one key factor that your fellow recruits didn’t have.

Men never expected a woman to be a threat. 

Laswell had plans for you. She’d tracked down two high value targets, but they were well-guarded. However, there were usually strippers and dancers and prostitutes as far as the eye could see, always partying and coming and going at all hours of the night. You were her way in. But, it was your job to get back out. If you could survive, you’d be a hero. If you didn’t, well, she had more pawns on the board. Not to mention, you had a mission of your own to complete..

So, you worked harder than anyone. You jumped at every field training exercise, you took martial arts classes in every different format you could find, and you lived at the shooting range. You didn’t have a social life. Usually, if you were alone in a room with a man, your fists were connecting with each other’s faces. 

You looked back across the wooden desk in front of you, over his nameplate - Captain Price - and into his startlingly blue eyes,

“I understand.”

He came out of his chair like a fucking demon, lunging for you without warning. As you stumbled backward, wielding your own chair over your shoulder, you sighed inwardly. You’d at least expected a more civilized initiation, maybe even a moment for a coffee, before he started in on his training. But, alas, that was not to be. 

You crashed the wooden chair against his head, neck, and shoulder as he rounded the desk, keeping hold of the broken armrest as a weapon. You stabbed downward, aiming for his throat and not holding back. He blocked you, cracking your wrist against the rigid wood. You stepped into his space, kicking his heel out from under him and following him to the floor. His head hit the concrete with a bang, and you used that moment to pin the armrest against his throat, bearing down on him with all your weight, dislodging his trachea enough to cut his air supply. 

He flung you off of him like a ragdoll, and your back slammed into the leg of the desk. You twisted underneath it, staying just out of his reach, small enough to fit through the gap. He scrambled up on all fours, cackling at you with a gravelly, menacing laugh before leaping up and over the desk to pull you out by your ankles. 

You kicked up and over, making contact with his nose, and when he dropped your other foot, you launched your heel into his balls, making sure to aim as deeply as you could. 

He coughed, and it was your turn to laugh. 

Your victory was short-lived. He launched his body at you, shoving your back down on the desk. You felt the familiar bite of his nameplate digging into your skull, so you dragged it out and swung it at him, cutting him across his cheek. He hissed, yanking it out of your hand and tossing it to the ground. 

The captain forced himself between your legs, pressing his body down on yours, and wrapped his hand across your throat. You fought like hell to get him off, twisting his pinky until you thought it might break, but he caught your wrists in his other hand, holding them at a terrible angle, choking you until you saw rainbow spots discolor your vision. 

“Well,” he said, breathless and bleeding, “Christmas came early, dinn’it?”

Just making sure you read the tag that said this fic has RAPE IN IT. I'm just checking in again. Just want you to know. Okay, thanks.

When you woke up, you weren’t completely sure of it, at first. It was as if you were still asleep. You opened your eyes, but all you saw was an endless blackness. You couldn’t hear anything, you couldn’t smell anything, and you couldn’t move your jaw. But you could feel everything. 

Your whole body screamed in pain. One of your hands was wrenched above your head, and the weight of your body hung from your broken wrist, making you cry out in whatever muffled way you could.

Then, something was removed from your ears, and you could hear again. It was still quiet, but the sound of the aircon and the noise of another person’s breath were like blaring sirens compared to the silence you had been steeped in. 

“Look who’s awake,” John’s purr of a voice washed over you. 

You tried to reply, tried to beg for him to cut you down, but you couldn’t speak. Your mouth was holding something round and pliant. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he patted your flank, and you were suddenly aware of your nakedness. He’d taken your clothes? You could hear him scooting a metal chair across the room towards you, and his pants rustled as he sat down, “Can’t have you talkin’ your way out of this one. Based on the three stitches in my cheek, I was wrong to underestimate you, darlin’. Shoulda listened to Katie, this time. But, look at you. Just a whisper of a thing.”

His rolling chuckle made your bones itch. 

“Hard to use a safeword when you’ve got a gag on, yeah?”

You nodded, acknowledging the irony. 

Price moved in the chair again. No, he stood. You could hear his boots sliding around you in a half-circle. He kept talking to you, his tone as casual as ever,

“Yeah, thought so. But, this isn’t one of those trainings, pretty girl. You won’t be needing one. I will stop when you’re ready to stop, not when you want to stop. You need to learn that, sometimes, your body…” His hand snaked its way around your thigh and you tried to kick out at him, discovering your ankles were tied together and anchored to the floor, “... is capable of so much more than you give it credit for.”

Your heart began to slam against your chest, and your breathing became labored. You were having a panic attack. If you could only see…

“Hey,” his tone shifted, becoming the instructor again, “Breathe slowly. In. Hold it. Out. All the way. In. Out. Tha’s it. Good.” 

There was a long pause. You could smell him now. It was cigars and fire and gunpowder and smoke. It filled your senses, replacing your sight with scent. 

“I’m gonna put your ears back on, and we’ll see what you can do.” 

The world fell away again, and all you had was the smell of him. Then, he started his training. 

It wasn’t the pain that upset you, not really. Pain was something you could move past. It was the surprise. You never knew when it was coming, nor where he was going to hit you next. Sometimes it was his fist. Sometimes it was a belt. Sometimes it was an electric shock. Legs, ribs, foot, arm, neck, belly… there was no pattern. 

You also had no idea of the passage of time. You were infinite and you existed in the darkness of infinity. It was just pain forever with no reprieve. 

Until it wasn’t.

The first time you felt his fingers pinching the tender peaks of your breasts, your whole body jolted. You hadn’t really responded to the pain in the same way, but to pleasure? It was unexpected in a different way. You didn’t think he would violate you. That wasn’t even something they’d tried to do when you were with the DF. 

You bucked, hoping that your displeasure was noted for the record. 

But, perhaps, your mind teased you, the lady doth protest too much? You had wanted him to touch you when he’d picked you up from the airport. When he shook your hand, hadn’t you measured his fingers and started wanting? Weren’t you eager for training to be over so you could be invited back to his flat for the after-work romp you knew would be on offer?

Hanging there like a slab of meat had changed things a bit, but it had not quelled your desire, unfortunately.

You wondered if he had reacted. You imagined him laughing at you. Was he enjoying himself? Or was this all apart of his brand of training? 

I bet you choke out all the pretty girls… you sneered inwardly. 

More pain. This time, your ass cheeks were the targets. The snapping bite of what felt like a belt hit you repeatedly and without mercy. You found yourself breathless from silently screaming, your tongue pressing against the gag for some sort of relief and finding none. 

Then, pleasure again. His thick fingers fondled your pussy from behind, digging into your flesh and discovering the wetness hidden inside of your unused hole. There was no romance to his movements, but forcing an orgasm from you did seem to be his goal. And fuck, you lamented, he was good at it. 

He doubled up, twisting two fingers deep inside of you, pounding them into your body all the way to the knuckle, fast and hard, dragging you towards the edge. Your legs began to tremble, and you knew your face must’ve looked a mess, because you were in total shock. 

It felt like he was going to vibrate you right out of your skin, and still he moved faster. He wrapped his other hand around your belly, holding you in place, and you thrashed against it, fighting the mounting urge to come. 

You were doing pretty well, you thought, given the conditions. Until…

His soft lips pressed themselves down onto your spine. It was just a chaste kiss, but it unfurled you like a ripcord. You exploded, your whole body convulsing in bliss, and although you were wearing a blindfold, you could see white streaks and stars dancing across your vision. You came alive. 

Price pulled out of you, and you felt the stream of slick drip down your legs. He’d forced you to squirt, something you thought was completely faked, only for pornos. But, there it was, proof of its reality smearing down your thighs and onto the concrete floor. 

Pain, again. 

The searing sting of a taser in the sensitive flesh of your belly. 

Fists and harsh palms. 

The bite of a chain. 

A sharp ache from a needle or a knife. 

His fist closing around your index finger and snapping it cleanly in two. 

You wanted to puke, but there was nothing to come up. Your belly bulged and hollowed, letting you gag and choke around nothing, going through the motions and yet giving you nothing to move. 

Then, pleasure. 

His hands were back on your pussy, finding your clit and teasing you until you jerked forward. But, his hand remained, insisting. And insisting. And insisting. 

You lost track of how many times you’d toppled over the edge of your orgasm. There were no borders, not anymore. Your pleasure was bleeding and smearing all around you in one great wave, blinding you to the starts and stops from coming and not. You were drowning in it. 

Just when you thought you might pass out, you felt the prod of his prick between your legs, entering you from behind. You couldn’t feel a condom. You tried to twist yourself away, rocking your hips to no avail. 

This was definitely not protocol.

Those lips returned to the same spot on your spine, and you melted onto him, covering him like hot wax, sealing your body onto his cock like a brass signet, letting him leave his mark on you. 

His hands found your breasts, squeezing them roughly, holding your body to him in a vicious embrace. 

Then, he dug around inside of your mouth and yanked out the gag. You felt yourself make a terrible noise, but you couldn’t hear the sound that came out. You knew he could, though, because when he heard you, his cock throbbed at your entrance, and it made him push forward, dipping into you even deeper. 

Wait… Captain Price. Please. Wait. Wait. 

You wondered if you were as loud as you tried to be. In fact, you wondered if he could hear you at all because he did not stop. If anything, he went onward with even more fervor. 

His mouth kissed its way across your back, and you could feel his stubble and the coarse hairs of his beard raking their way along your skin. His warm tongue leaving little wet stamps as it laved across you, tasting your sweat. 

The way his fat prick was stretching you out made you question if he was using himself or the armrest of the chair that you had tried to kill him with. You hissed from the ache, but he didn’t halt his advance. Didn’t retreat. He just pressed further inside of you. 

How much cock did this jerk have?

Finally, you felt his hairy base tickle the skin under your ass cheeks, and you knew there was an end to his incredible length. 

What… why are you doing this? Why…

He pulled himself out in the same way he had pressed in, slowly and with a fierce persistence. 

Then, he began to pound himself into you.

You were at the perfect height for him, and it made you sick to your stomach to know that it was deliberate. This had been his plan all along. And although most of you felt completely indignant, there was a nasty little demon in your heart that celebrated in it. He’d wanted you from the start, even after you’d made him bleed, maybe even because of it. 

And that thought brought you no small amount of joy. 

His hands had returned to your breasts, playing with them too roughly. John was pinching your nipples and craning his neck around to suckle from them, nipping at them with his teeth until you screamed from the pain of being bitten. Even then, your screams were a poor deterrent. It didn’t stop him from returning to them, crushing the stiff tips as he worked his cock inside of you, fucking himself up into you at a punishing pace. 

He only pulled away to stick his tongue inside of your armpit, licking you over and over in a place where no one had ever even thought to lick, and you wished you could say, honestly, that it had disgusted you. But, it didn’t. If anything, it made you gasp with a new brand of pleasure. He had awakened something fresh and bright in you that you never meant to discover. 

Then, he got brave. He shoved two fingers right into your slack mouth, and you immediately bit down, hard. You could taste blood, and you fought against his flesh, trying to crack the bone. But, he shoved them down your throat, and all you had to chew on was a fat fist that wouldn’t even allow your jaw to close much less to bite. 

You could feel his fingers in your throat, deep down in a place where fingers were never supposed to go, and all you could do was swallow around them, trying your best to keep from drooling into your airway. 

His cheek pressed into your shoulder blade. He was enjoying you. 

The way his gentle kiss or the softness of his cheek ripped orgasms from you was concerning, to say the least. You hoped you could remember this moment, of how the way he rested himself against you as he was taking you against your vocal will was throwing your body down a deep well of dark, forbidden pleasure. How your vision burned white and gold and formed spots of colors that had no names as he fucked you into a different plane of existence. How you thought, if you got a late night text, written in his smoky, raspy Scouse accent, you would crawl your way back across the pond just so he could give it to you again. 

Oh, my God… You screamed from the pit of your belly. 

His thrusts never slowed. He was like a machine. All those muscles were being put to work, and you were the mission. 

Had it been hours?

Days?

Did the world still exist outside of this concrete cube that you suspected you were in?

Would you starve to death in here?

The demon that apparently lived in your cunt rolled its eyes and said, who cares? I wanna come again and again and again…

And you did. You were so overstimulated that you thought even someone looking at you the right way would make you come. It had become painful, at one point, and now you were not numb… Numb wasn’t the right word. You were soft. Your mind and your pussy were just murky, oily, cock-filled vessels, happy they were full and unwilling to question what it meant. 

When he finally pulled out of you, you were limp. You didn’t thrash or fight. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. 

You felt his fingers again, drawing out your foaming, frothy come into his hand. He used it to smear it along the rim of your asshole. Then, he began to fuck your tight hole with his fingers, one. Over and over. One. One. One. Then, he added a second. Two. Two. A thousand times, two. Three was a bit of a challenge, but he pushed through. Three. Two. Three. Two. Three. Three. Three. And then, none. 

None. 

None. 

Where did he go?

Pain. A heavy hand slapping across your bruised tits. Again. Again. 

You were screaming, surely. You wanted to be, at least. 

The flat of his palm beat itself against your breast over and over without mercy. 

Then, his cockhead rested at the entrance of your asshole. 

You didn’t beg this time. If anything, he should be the one begging, you thought. If you lived, you were going to make him remember you. 

Price shoved himself inside of you with some force, but you took it. You waited until he was fully sheathed inside, and when he took a breath, when those lips rested themselves on the back of your neck, you beared down on him, hard. 

You felt his breath catch as it skittered across your skin. 

The demon in you chuckled in triumph. 

C’mon, Captain. Is that all you got? You made the words come out of your throat, and you hoped he could hear you. 

The way that his hand fisted itself in your hair told you that he had. 

If you thought he had fucked your pussy like an animal, you had been mistaken. He took your ass like he owned it. Like it was his toy. There was no pleasure-seeking rhythm, no careful pacing or grinding movements. He was fucking you because he wanted to come. So, you made him. 

Every time he dragged himself out, you let him go, but every time he pressed himself in, you fought him the whole way. Squeezing and pushing, squeezing and pushing, making your tight hole even tighter, rocking your hips to drive him mad with want. 

You felt him lose control, his hot spend filling your ass and bursting out of his swollen head, soaking your hole. You pulsed around him, and you felt that soft cheek return to your shoulder. 

Come for me, baby. Good boy. You giggled out loud. 

He slapped you across the mouth, and you laughed harder, feeling his cock slip out of you, spent. 

You can’t hurt me in a way that matters, John Price. Do your fuckin’ worst.

You felt him step around you, smelling his breath as he held you face to face. Then, the noise of the room came back and you could hear him panting, ragged and desperate. You felt the blindfold fall away and you could see him, your eyes shrinking in the dim light of the cell, hurt by even the smallest glow of light. 

You were back, but you were not yourself. Not anymore. You were a different you. Someone he had made. He had crafted you with his own hands. 

“Why? Why didn’t you beg me to stop?”

His eyes were burning into yours as he stared down at you, questioning what he had done, what you had done with him. You had used him like a sharpener, honing yourself to a high shine, and he didn’t understand. 

When you heard your voice for the first time, you mourned it a bit, but you knew it would come back eventually. It was raspy, muddled, and barely audible, but you said it with your whole chest,

“I was made for this, and I could go all fuckin’ day.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long did he keep you prisoner?”

Kate Laswell, you fucking bitch. 

He’d read your file. The real one. Not the one on your tagline, but the one that you and Laswell had hidden away. 

“Five months,” you told him, a sick smile on your face, “But, you already knew that.”  

He sighed, his hands on his hips, just as naked as you, which you found a little funny. 

“Why’d you come here? Why would she…” 

You watched him wrestle with the betrayal in his head, knowing he’d been manipulated. He’d walked right into her trap. You basked in his confusion, having almost as much fun as you’d had while he was railing you into oblivion. 

“Laswell said you needed a way into the Ikon, some strip club on the border between Russia and Urzikstan. So, I said I would help.”

“And she knew I’d say no…”

“Unless you knew I could handle it.”

It was his turn to be in pain. You could see the fire of it creeping through his belly, knowing he’d just tortured a girl who’d written the book in torture. The surgeries and the psych consults were long, long behind you, but your run in with the Russian mob was not something you were ever going to forget. But, now, John Price was going to give you a chance at revenge. You were his gun, and you just needed him to point you in the right direction. 

Suddenly, he cut you down, freeing you from your hanging place. You crumpled into his arms, letting him hold you as you collapsed. You used your hands to pet the worry out of his eyes, and he fought you for it, trying to stop you from comforting him. So, you grabbed him with what little strength you could muster, and you pulled his face to yours, pressing your mouths together, making him taste your blood from where he had cut your cheek against your teeth. He yanked his head back, furrowing his brow,

“No, stop…”

“Shut up,” you said, kissing him again and feeling his surrender as he held you tighter, pulling you into his chest even though he was ridden with guilt. 

“We shouldn’t, love. I’m so sor–”

“Where’d you put that gag?” You pretended to look around for it, earning a slight smile and an exasperated huff.

You knew you’d made the cut, because when he fucked you this time, he didn’t hold back.

Whelp. Kinktober!

[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter Four

Synopsis: You are a normal college student until you get a wrong number text.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Previous chapter: Chapter Three

Masterlist

I AM REWRITING THIS FROM AN OC STORY. IF I MISS ANYTHING, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN FIX IT! THIS IS CHAPTER 4 OF 5 OF ALREADY WRITTEN CHAPTERS.

April 22, 2022 7 pm Italy Time

Lando’s POV

     I walk back to my drivers room from the media pen. I grab my phone, hoping to see messages from Y/n. I frown when I see no messages from her. “Why are you frowning? You’re starting P3 in the sprint tomorrow!” Jon asks, walking into the room. 

     “I was expecting a message from someone by the time qualifying ended, but I’ve got no messages,” I sigh. 

     “He’s expecting a message from a girl,” Daniel says, entering the room. I sigh and roll my eyes at him extending the word girl. 

     “Yeah,” I sigh, “We’ve been talking every day, so I’m not sure why I haven’t got any messages besides her good morning message. She’s a big F1 fan, so I assumed I’d get messages about qualifying like I did last time.” 

     Jon puts a hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure she’s just busy.” 

     “Yeah, she probably is in class or something,” I nod. Daniel and Jon nod along with me. 

April 22, 2022 3 pm United States Time

Y/n’s POV

     You grab your laptop, sitting down on the couch. You turn on the tv, pulling up qualifying for the Imola grand prix. Your plan is to look for photography jobs while qualifying is happening. You are having to watch a replay of qualifying because you had class all day. You grab your phone so you can text Luke throughout watching it. 

You: I finally am free, so now I can watch qualifying. Stupid school getting in the way of my hobby. 

     You set my phone down, not expecting a message back because it’s 10 in Italy. Your phone vibrates immediately.

Luke: Oh good! I was getting worried after not hearing from you for hours. 

You: Sorry, I had exams in two of my three classes today, so I wasn’t on my phone. 

Luke: All good! Let me know what you think of qualifying! 

You: Don’t worry, you’re going to be getting all my reactions as I watch it. 

Luke: Oh good. I loved reading your comments after Australia.

You: Good, cause I’m not going to stop. You’re the only person I know who likes F1. 

Luke: That sucks. Well, at least you have someone now. 

You: Yeah! 

     You look up at the screen as Alex’s car catches on fire and a red flag is shown. 

You: Holy shit! Alex’s brake is on fire! 

Luke: Yeah, that sucks when it happens. 

You: I can’t believe you say that so casually. I would be scared as hell.

Luke: Yeah, but these guys can’t be scared of these sorts of things, otherwise they’d never get in the car. 

You: True. 

     As you wait for the red flag to finish, you head to the McLaren job website. You’ve been checking different Formula 1 team’s job sites to see if any of them post anything about needing a photographer. You sigh when y6ou don’t see any new postings. You switch over to the Red Bull site next. You see a new job posting and start to get hopeful. You click on it and the words “Red Bull Photographer” stare back at me. You immediately hit apply and start the application. 

     You look up at the screen when you hear the commentators say something about a yellow flag and Latifi. 

You: Aww, Latifi spun. Williams just isn’t having a good day. 

Luke: No, they didn’t. 

     You turn back to the application, filling everything out. You submit the application with your photo portfolio just as the commentators go “And Sainz in the wall!” Your head flings up to see Carlos’ car against the wall. 

You: No!! Carlos hit the wall! Thank goodness he’s okay. I always get so worried about the drivers when they crash. 

Luke: That’s so sweet of you. It’s always worrying when drivers crash. 

You: Yeah. I hope you’re staying dry this weekend. Looks miserable out there. 

Luke: I’m luckily in the hospitality all weekend. 

You: That’s good. It’s bright and sunny here. 

You: Hopefully it doesn’t rain too much during the races. 

Luke: Hopefully, that would be good. 

     You watch as the cars come out on track for Q3. You groan as Kevin Magnussen crashes and causes another red flag. 

You: How many red flags are there going to be?

Luke: You just see Magnussen crash?

You: Yeah, luckily it won’t be too long it looks like. 

You: I still have 6 minutes left of Q3 but there’s 25 minutes left in the video. What happens?

You: Ohhh! Valtteri is off! And it’s another red flag. 

Luke: Three red flags. It was an interesting qualifying. 

     You patiently wait for the red flag to lift. 15 minutes later the flag is lifted. You know you can skip until the flag is done, but you like watching everything you can on the sport. You groan when you see another red flag. You gasp and yell, “No!” It’s Lando who’s caused the red flag. 

You: No! Lando crashed! Hopefully he’s okay! But hey! He’s starting P3 tomorrow!

Luke: He’s okay, happy to start P3 tomorrow.

You: Oh good! He did great today. 

Luke: I should head to bed. It’s midnight here now. 

You: Okay! Have a good night!

Luke: Good night, Y/n. 

     You turn off the tv and head into the kitchen to make some dinner. 

April 23, 2022 9 am

     You sit down on the couch as the five lights go out for the sprint race. “Oh no, what happened to you, Zhou?” you ask, seeing his car in the wall. “Ooohhh, contact with Pierre,” you hum, seeing Pierre limp around the track. 

You: Poor Zhou and Pierre. 

You: Zhou should’ve given Pierre more room, but it’s going to go down as a racing incident probably. 

You: The fact that Carlos is fighting against Fernando, who is the driver he idolized as a child, is crazy. 

You: Noooo, Perez passed Lando. 

You: NO! Carlos! How could you do this to your bestie? How could you pass him?

You: Let’s go! Lando finished P5!

     You set your phone down, standing up. You start cleaning your apartment, waiting to see if Luke responds any time soon. 

     You’ve just finished cleaning the bathroom when you hear your phone vibrate. You grab it, expecting to see Luke’s name. You frown when you see that it’s an email from a name you don’t recognise. Curious, you click it. You almost drop your phone in shock when you see the contents. “RED BULL WANTS AN INTERVIEW WITH ME!” You shriek. You’re shocked that they want an interview and the incredibly fast response time. You immediately respond to the email, wanting to set up a time as soon as possible for an interview. As soon as you get that figured out, you start pacing your apartment. “Oh my god, this is it. This could be you fulfilling your dream, Y/n. Don’t freak out,” you mumble to myself. Your phone vibrates, and you dive for it. You grin when you see a message from Luke. 

Luke: I’m sure Lando would be grateful for your support if he knew you.

You: Hi, Luke!

Luke: Hi, Y/n. How has your day been?

You: It’s going amazing. I have an interview on Monday for a possible photography job.

Luke: That’s amazing! Congrats!

You: Thanks!

Luke: I’m sure you’ll do great.

You: Thanks! How’s the weather look in Imola tomorrow? More rain?

Luke: Lots of rain.

You: Damn, good luck to the drivers then. 

Luke: They’ve driven in all kinds of weather, I’m sure they’ll be okay. 

You: I hope so too. 

Luke: What’s your plan for the rest of your day?

You: I’m finishing cleaning my apartment, then doing some homework. Can’t slack off for even a day or I’ll fall behind. 

Luke: Damn, I really hope you get some free time soon. 

You: I should, it’s almost the end of school. Just two more weeks. 

Luke: Oh, that’s good!

You: Yep! What’s the plan for your night?

Luke: Well, just resting and preparing for the race and events tomorrow. 

You: Okay! Have fun with that! 

Luke: I will!

Lando’s POV

     I pick up my phone, grinning when I see messages from Y/n. My disappointment from losing positions in the sprint disappears when I see she’s excited that I finished P5. I dive into a conversation with her, lounging on the bed to relax. We talk for a good hour before I feel myself start to fall asleep. I groan, wanting to spend more time talking to Y/n. I fight sleep for a couple minutes before it starts to take over. 

Me: As much as I’d love to continue talking, it’s 9:30 here now and I’m fighting sleep. 

Y/n: Okay! Good night Luke!

Me: Good night, Y/n!

April 24, 2022 8 am

Y/n’s POV

     “And in Imola, we’re racing,” Will Buxton says. You grin, as Lando takes two places right off the bat. “And Sainz has been hit!” You gasp, seeing Carlos and Daniel in the gravel. 

You: LET’S GO LANDO! TAKING TWO PLACES OFF THE BAT!

You: Oh no! Not Carlos and Daniel! It must be so hard to see with all that rain. 

You: The drivers need little windshield wipers on their helmets. 

You: It sucks that Carlos is beached. 

You: Oh! Mick had a little trip through the grass too. 

You: I could never be a race strategist. So many variables. 

     You bite your nails as Charles makes an attempt to pass Lando. “Charles, I swear if you take Lando out,” you say. You pout when Charles passes Lando, “Come on, Lando. You can do this.” 

You: Aww, Mick spun again. 

You: Stroll is worrying me going onto the wet part of the track on slicks. 

You: I don’t want anyone to crash!

You: No! Charles! He crashed! 

You: BUT THAT MEANS LANDO IS P3! LET’S GOOOO!

You: YESSS LANDO GOT P3!!!

You: Awww, his reaction on the radio is so cute. 

     You laugh as Lando appears on the screen, his hair sticking straight up. After the podium ceremony, you shut off the tv. You grab your laptop, setting up camp on the couch to work on homework and get ready for your interview tomorrow. 

Lando’s POV

     I step out of the conference room, still stinking of champaign. “All I want right now is a shower and sleep,” Max says, coming up next to me. I nod, making a noise of agreement. We walk back to our drivers rooms together. “See you later, Lando. Congrats again on your race,” Max says, waving bye. 

     “Thanks, Max. Congrats on your win,” I say, before heading into the room. I race for my phone, grinning when I see a string of messages from Y/n. I quickly read through them before replying. 

Me: Lando is super happy with his final position. 

Y/n: As he should be! He did amazing! 

     I almost send a thank you to her, before catching myself. “She doesn’t know she’s talking to you, idiot. Don’t mess it up now,” I mumble.

Me: He did.

Y/n: Any plans to go out and celebrate?

Me: Not tonight, I’ve got an early flight to catch. Celebrations will be later this week. 

Y/n: Sounds like fun!

Me: Yeah! Now it’s time to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. 

Y/n: Sounds like a fantastic idea. Sounds like a lot more fun than what I’m doing. 

Me: What are you doing?

Y/n: I’m studying for my final in my java class. 

Me: That sounds awful.

Y/n: It truly is miserable. But I’m getting through it. 

Me: I’ll leave you to it then, I’m headed back to the hotel now and will probably fall asleep as soon as I sit down. 

Y/n: Alright! Have a good night and sleep, Luke! 

Me: Have a good day and study, Y/n. Good night. 

     I grab my stuff, heading for the hotel. As soon as I get back, I shower and fall into bed, quickly falling asleep.

Next chapter: Chapter Five

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PTII — TEASER

Satoru x Suguru x Non-Sorc!Reader

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT : fempov

content warning : gore, thoughts of cannibalism, death, angst, miscarriage, alcohol, mention of rape, horror themes, psychosis, suicide

a/n : I felt bad for making my snookums wait and with my recent problems with tumblr and then deleting my whole draft, I had to re-write it so here is the beginning teaser of ptII. I hope you guys can tell what the first bit of the fanfics are, hehe always love challenging people into little puzzles

PT I

August 10th, 2017, at around midnight,

Commence of investigation and assessment

Like usual he had to say something snarky, always having the last word to those elders. . . God, I should’ve killed them ages ago. But whatever. A smirked piqued as he spun around his heel and pulled up his blindfold, concealing his icy blue eyes, as if the thought of seeing those old ragged men seeing a flash of purple before they were wiped clean from the Earth gave him euphoria.

“Fucking hell. . . Seriously, it’s just a body that is unidentifiable, these second-grades keep getting more pathetic and pathetic as they go. Makes my white hair turn whi— no, no, no, black.”

He would whine and complain, swinging his hands around to express more dramatic key to how he’s currently feeling. He’d teleport himself to the site, stretching his lanky arms and his long legs took wide steps, shoving his hands in his pocket with a pout on his face. Striding past Ijichi as he began his usual “important” rambling, breaking down the suspicion of the attack and how the investigation will play out which as expected Satoru literally always ignore him and simply waved his hand as if he already knows everything.

“Soooo. . . Do you know who this person is or are we gonna play guess who with this body.”

Ijichi would adjust his glasses as he let out a soft sigh as he had to repeat himself yet again. Satoru nodding as he continued with the information.

“Gojo-san, if you heard me correctly, the body is completely mutilated to the point the body is unidentifiable, we don’t even know the sex of the person. . . At the moment all we are suspecting is that this curse must’ve eaten its way in or out of the lower stomach, we be—“

“Euughhh! Now thats just gross, I’ll give credit to the curse for trynna be a weirdo. Cause that’s just outright weird, but nothin that isn’t past my big leagues.”

“Right. Anyways, as I was stating, we believe this theory because although the body is completely disorientated we can tell it was from the lower stomach due to the massive hole in it that its the focal point of the attack.”

Satoru would abruptly stopped walking making Ijichi speed walking into a halt which merely made him skid to the pole in front of him. Satoru would tug one of his hand out of his pocket and lazily point to the alleyway with the corpse in it. Although they can’t see the body yet due to how deep it was into the alleyway, it was evidential that it was there because of the rotting stench kissing their noses and that made the both of them grimace (mostly Ijichi).

“If that’s so, has any of you dudes found the curse yet?”

“Uh, no. That’s why you’re here, the second grade won’t talk. He’s in a state of shock from seeing the body, so it was quite hard to ask if he’s seen the curse or not.”

“Welp! I’m only guessing you want me to ask?. . . Jesus, ‘state of shock’. This guy is obviously weak as hell, can’t even handle the sight of a body torn up!”

He would’ve grumble the insult underneath his breath, obviously he was currently pissed off as the investigation is being dragged out even more all because some second grade is being a pussy. Ijichi notice the aura change of Satoru, which made him a teeny bit scared of him.

Man, I wonder how my sweets is pulling up. Lowk kinda worried about her since the past few weeks, she’s been acting strange. . . Like real fuckin’ stran—

Until it struck him. The scent of nostalgia, it reminded him back in his school days. That smell coming from the alleyway where the body was located, it was no doubt. . . Suguru

[simpjaes]

One of my fav enha writers elix8r on here just announced that they were leaving and it just made me so sad to see someone leave due to people not appreciating their work and it made me think of you and how you’re literally one of my only fav writers who haven’t left this site and I hope you never do cause ily so much and I was wondering how we could show you more appreciation for giving us amazing fics? Like I know you’re loved by so many people and get good numbers on notes but still like I don’t want to lose you too so lmk if there’s anything else we can do for you to make you know we appreciate everything you put out here 🥺

; - ; time for transparency, and a HUGE rant. But first, thank you so much, im so honored you said this to me <3

there are plenty of ways you can support me! For instance, i do have a patreon set up for eventual writing [which will still be posted here too for the most part], that won't happen until i have more time outside of school. I also do have cash app! Which i prefer over ko-fi because i don't like my personal information shown ;-; you can ask me for my cash app tho!

Other ways include simply telling me how my fics make you feel, or if you like them. You are never obligated to tip me money for what I write, and i will alwwwaaays want feedback and reblogs!

that being said: am i leaving tumblr?

I've been weighing my thoughts lately, and i've boiled it down that i really don't know how I feel about being here after I started writing four years ago. I don't like the way people feel entitled to access my life, and who I am. [remember that blog who posted my selfies, and other writer's selfies just so people could see it? without our consent? example number 2398749382, truly]

I don't like the cliques [even if we all end up in one whether intentional or not, some of you are just fucking mean], i don't like the moral police, i don't like the performative activism, i don't like the copying even if on a tiny level, i don't like how people treat me like a celebrity. I don't like how I can't monitor closely for underage people who should not ever be looking at my blog, let alone reading work that i did NOT write for them. the main thing though, really is the entitlement from people, and the blatant nasty intentions a lot of people have here, especially between writers.

It's unbearable sometimes.

Every day, i have to be talked out of deleting both of my blogs and writing elsewhere specifically for the freedom to stop walking on egg shells. Then again, some days, like today, i like it here.

So, while I was recently just waiting to absolutely disappear without a word here, today I feel good. Today, I feel like staying wouldn't be too awful.

I just want to make something clear to people while I'm talking about it. If i stay here, i will never care so deeply about fan fiction, or people's opinions on it outside of feedback on my work. I care about it as a creative process, and a skill to be learned, that's it. I do not care what other people read, i do not care what they write, i don't care who jerks off to what. I will never, fucking ever take fan fiction so seriously that I feel hatred towards another person. unless it involves minors/underage people, of course. that's entirely different for me personally. For the most part, i genuinely only care about what I'm doing and what i can do better.

If i stay, i need people to stop expecting me to be a spokesperson on literally anything and everything. I am a person who is genuinely struggling just to get out of bed. I am a person who is studying and doing home work more than I would be working if I had a full time job right now. I do not have time or energy to care deeply the way others do, and even if I did have that time and energy, i put it on things i love. Like writing my own fics and not giving a fuck about what anyone else is doing.

This blog is my space. It's my world. I'm sick of expectations for me to make it anything more than what it is: a goddamn kpop smut blog.

This website is excruciating to open sometimes. but on days like today, i really appreciate it and love it here.

I will stay for now, but don't be shocked if, in the future, i leave without even saying my goodbyes. I have things outside of this blog that matter to me, and I will never let myself feel unhappy doing something i love, that's more for me than any other person in this world who wants to scream their opinions.

**edit 11/20** and with the AI apocalypse apparently happening here, it really does feel like....bad to be here. i don't want people who don't write to put themselves on the same level as real writers. y'know, the ones who put love and effort into their work. It's very upsetting to see the amount of people who don't care if it's being used.

especially like....knowing those fics get hella interaction because it seems readers, even if they don't know it, seem to value false writing over very real writing. oof. anyway

as long as my writing stays fun and positive, i will be staying.

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Just One Reason (Chapter 2)

Just One Reason 

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader  

Summary: Y/N has been working hard as a criminal investigator and always comes home to their lover Nat. When they come home tonight, however, something is different. 

Chapter summary: Y/N definitely wasn’t expecting to end up in between an investigation and the Avengers’ issues, but yet. Suddenly secrets are uncovered and you can’t keep everything the same anymore. 

Warnings: Cheating, implied sexual interactions, swearing, lots of implications to abuse, murder, blood/gore, PTSD, anxiety attacks, alcohol , self-harm, kidnapping, (stay safe loves <3) 

A/N: Chapter 2 hits the site :)) See you guys soon for the next chapter!

AVENGER’S COMPOUND

SUNDAY, 7:47 AM

14 HOURS SINCE THE TEXT

“This, Director Fury, was not a funny hoax,” You growled at him from the back of your throat. The text had come from him, and he didn’t even know their location. It had taken everything in you not to punch his good eye until he didn’t have one. 

“Officer Y/L/N, you must understand that we knew it was the only way to get you in here,” He insisted in his usual cool and calm voice. You frowned, your entire face just one big scowl. 

“Because your efforts are beyond the laws and completely reckless and unethical! If you weren’t a group of powerful people, you’d all be in jail for life. And I’d enjoy being the one to do it.” Crossing your arms, the rest of the elevator ride was in complete, and utterly blissful might you add, silence. Entering the actual compound for the first time had you fuming from the very beginning. You had been taught by the NYPD that the Avengers were ruthless with the law and they never abided by the government-placed laws. You glared at everyone in front of you, scanning the area for any signs of the redhead or the witch, but nothing seemed to show they were there. You knew you shouldn’t care, but it couldn’t be helped at this point, you were still way too caught up in everything work related that you hadn’t really flushed out the remaining emotions towards the women. 

“What is it you want, Fury? I don’t have all day, you fucker. If you’re here to fix something, you aren’t going to succeed, so you can just let me leave.” Your words were so bitter, even Thor himself looked mildly taken back. Clearly, they knew about what had happened a week ago, but they hadn’t expected a reaction like that. 

“We have no intention of getting into that side of the business, but as you are likely aware, both Wanda and Agent Romanoff haven’t been on the scene since Wednesday.” He paused, waiting for your reaction. You just gave a solemn nod and waited for him to continue. “We have no ideas on their whereabouts as they left on their own accord without our knowledge. We did not send them out on a mission of any sorts, and thus, they have been put as MIA.”

The Avengers around you looked sorrowful. You hadn’t seen any of them this way since the war against Thanos, in which Bruce Banner and Clint Barton had sacrificed themselves for the better half of the population that had been snapped away. They were acting like the two women had died or something, and that made you slightly uncomfortable. 

“Give me access to their rooms. I’ll begin an investigation,” You said at last, turning to face Director Fury. He gave a nod, and began to guide you into the dormitory area of the compound. It was just you and him at that point, and he decided this would be a great time to push you around a bit.

“I’m aware of your secret, Y/N. It never went under my radar.”

You turned to look at him, a look of distaste on your face. “If this is a ploy to get me to join your little mismatched group of heroes, it’s an automatic failure.” 

 “No ploy, no trickery. I am just stating I know about you. I know your secret, your little power of yours.” He gestured towards your back, causing your face to heat slightly, out of both anger and embarrassment. He knew about your power, sure, but he shouldn’t know about the scars. 

“Will you explain it in more detail, Officer Y/L/N? Or must I continue?” He pushed further, taking note of the way you gritted your teeth together and clenched them in anger.

“My ability to see into the multiverse is none of your concern, Director Fury. Nor are the things I do within it. It has only happened twice, and I have no intention of doing it again.”

 He smiled now, only slightly, because this is Fury we’re talking about. You were so furious that you thought you might punch a hole in the wall, until you reached the door of Natasha’s room. Opening the door, you slammed it in his face. You turned your attention to the room you were in. It reminded you of her too much, the way it even held the same smell of her hair, that smell of poppies and vodka, and somehow that smell was good. You bit your lip, holding back a flood of emotions. It pained you to see all the things that you had seen her wearing on dates, all lined neatly on her bed as if she had just unpacked. You noticed a few of the things you had bought her were in an organized chest by her bed, but when you opened the chest more, you found some of the most important items missing. The picture you took on your first date, the one she carried in her pocket at all times, wasn’t in there, and neither was the pair of matching converse you had gotten custom designed with the black widow logo on them. Had she taken them with her, or did she just throw them out? You swallowed down the thoughts, thinking, Come on Y/N, you have a job to do. Don’t be moping over a girl who spent her entire relationship cheating on you. 

You slapped your face a couple times, lightly, and went back to checking for any clues on where she had disappeared to. When you entered the bathroom, you were surprised to find many of the photos the two of you had taken taped to her mirror, and you had to suppress your soft smile. Maybe she did care, just maybe you took things the wrong way, maybe you should have let her talk. Then, you had that urge, that sting on your back, and you sighed deeply. Lifting up your shirt, you turned your head as you glanced at your back through the mirror. Hundreds, probably, of scars littered it, with most old, but a beat red one on your lower right side meant only one thing to you. 

“There goes another one…” you muttered to yourself, wincing as it stung once more before fading into just another old scar, like any other on your back. Rolling your shirt back down, you noticed a note out of the corner of your eye. It was in such an odd spot, as if whoever wrote it knew only you would be able to find it. Pulling it out from its odd position behind a tile in the bathtub, you unfolded it and began reading its contents. 

“Well, I guess Director Fury will probably send Y/N to find you, don’t you think Natasha? It’s okay though, I think that’s what we both want. They’ll come running to save you, won’t they? Like a dog on a leash, eh? You really had them fooled, you did Ms. Romanoff. You didn’t mean to, but you put them right into your grasp and maybe now you can wring them dry. Unless you’re actually in love with them. Oh, that would make things so much more fun, yeah? Take your little witchy girl too, she’ll be fun! And to think you could have both, oh dear Natasha, you can’t have either.” 

You must have read it four or five times for it to really stick in your head. What the fuck was that? Didn’t mean to have you fooled? Was Natasha up to something and dragging Wanda into it? You frowned so deeply that it physically hurt your face. Something wasn’t adding up. It was a type note, god damn it, so there was no way of identifying anyone through means of handwriting, and there wasn’t enough for someone to depict anyone’s writing style for a hit. You gripped the side of your head with your free hand in an act of frustration, before standing. Turning to leave the room and report back to Fury, you paused by the mirror again. Your eyes found one photo in particular, it was about three months after your first night with Nat. She had taken it while you weren’t looking, you were shoving a hamburger down your throat at your favorite dinner. She was grinning and trying not to laugh, and the way her cheeks squished into her eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like she was actually happy there. You hesitated, then grabbed the photo and shoved it into your pocket. Exiting the room, you almost crashed into the playboy himself. 

“Woah, watch where you’re standing, robot!” You hissed as you collided into him. He was just as surprised as you were, and you both hit the ground with a thud. You stood first, and did not offer him a hand, so he pushed himself to his feet, grumbling something about you being a bitch. It took all your mental power to not just grab at his weirdass heart thing and pull it out. Stuck up asshole. You said to yourself in your head, for once mildly sad Wanda wasn’t there to giggle at it. You cursed at Fury mentally for not being there and making you walk around the compound looking for him. Finally, after one or two more awkward conversations with the Avengers, you sighed with relief when you saw the eyepatched man. 

“Director Fury?” You asked, trying to pull his attention to you. He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow at what you wanted. You silently showed him the note, and after he read it, asked, “Do you know who wrote this?”

“No. I have no idea. This is… not something I’ve heard about from her.” His response made you a bit upset, now you felt yourself getting slightly worried. 

“That’s alright, I’ll just take this back to the station and have the NYPD deal with i-”

“I’m afraid you can’t do that, Mx. Y/L/N. This investigation stays here,” Fury warned, rewarding him with one of your meanest glares. “I apologize but the police have a way of putting things into the public eye and we cannot have that. We told the press they were on an official hiatus. If it gets out that they are actually MIA, it will send the public into a panic.”

“The public will panic over anything, this is no exception. If anything, it’ll get your little squad of random heroes a bit more of public excitement as this investigation will keep everyone on their toes. Isn’t that what you guys love? You guys seem to really enjoy the attention. Why is this different? Because they’re missing and you’ll be seen as failures for your lack of protection over a former Russian assassin  and an unstable witch who can’t always control her damn powers. I’ve seen this before Fury, and in that universe, that witch ripped through your world like it was paper,” you retorted. You weren’t lying, you had seen this in a different universe, but the circumstances were different. It was obvious though, whatever was going on, this could go horribly wrong if either of them got seriously hurt enough for Wanda to lash out.

He had no response for that, and so you left the building. You drove yourself back to your old apartment. You knew if Nat had left, she left something behind here for you to find. You felt like you were playing a mix of hide and seek and a scavenger hunt, and by God you hated it. Glancing around, you knew not much had changed since the last time you had come, other than the tons upon tons of vodka bottles scattered around the rooms. Apparently you weren’t the only one drowning your problems with alcohol that was for sure. That same old Nat smell filled every part of the apartment, but it also had the smell of Wanda, the cherry cola and the scent of lavender. Somehow, the scents together still made you feel comforted, despite the circumstances. You just wanted to curl up with Wanda and Nat and have them hold you and let you relieve yourself of all these pent up emotions. You missed them both, and you loved them both. You didn’t understand how Nat could be so distraught by what happened if it meant nothing to her. Because it had to have meant nothing to her, if she never even told you about Wanda. 

You hit the wall with your fist, and you hit it again. Before you even knew it, there was blood trickling down your hand and around your wrists and your knuckles were gashed open. Tears streaked your face, you tried to wipe them away but the stains were already there. Heaving a hefty sigh, you felt a strong urge to go into your living room. Following your gut, you entered to find that same gut feeling pulling at the couch. No, not at the couch. Under it. You knelt down, getting on your knees and leaning down to see another note. Expecting to find the second note to be written by the same person as the first, you were utterly surprised to find Wanda’s handwriting. Well, partially. It was shaky, much shakier than hers was even on the worst nights of drinking or, well, anything. It had you nervous as you read the lines of what was Wanda’s true worst nightmare. It didn’t make sense, she had written, that somehow it was like seeing double. How were they here when they had just left my life, for a second time? It’s like the multiverse is playing some cruel joke on me. 

You pouted at the word “multiverse”. You were hoping that what you thought it was, that it couldn’t be that. It shouldn’t be possible, you had rid yourself of that ability, had you not? No, Y/N. Don’t second guess yourself, you did it right. It had worked, you saw it. You assured yourself that it was just a trickery of Wanda’s eyes, that this was just a mistake in her head. You stood, folding the note carefully, and placed it securely in your jacket pocket. Making your way into the bedroom, you began looking through drawers, searching for anything else they had left behind. Opening one drawer, however, left you with a malfunctioning brain. There lay the two hoodies you had been missing, messly tossed back in there like they had just been worn but not enough to be washed, or maybe, they didn’t want to wash them. One had Nat’s unique smell, and the other smelled of the witch herself, and you found yourself surprised to still find the faint smell of your favorite beer still on them, probably from a spill or something. You choked back even more tears, before picking one up and putting it up to your nose. You ended up burying your face into it, this one smells like Wanda, and allowed yourself to curl up on the bed and cry once more. The tears fell, and you just let them. You hated that you still loved them, they had broken your heart, both of them, and yet, you wanted nothing more than to be with them. You wanted their love, their words and their kisses, their affection, you wanted their issues and their problems, you wanted their drunken asses and their emotional breakdowns. You wanted it all, just once more. You had left behind this feeling of longer in the old universe, and you made the deal with yourself to switch, to be free from that. This universe was supposed to be different. Then why wasn’t it?

The sting on your back brought you back to reality. There went yet another one, you groaned at the thought. Why did this have to be you? You didn’t ask for any of this, and you definitely didn’t think anything like this would happen when it started. Everyone always talked about Wanda and Strange and how brilliant their powers were, and even America Chavez, who you hated with all your guts. Oh their powers are revolutionary! Brilliant even! Never before been seen! Yeah, well, never before been seen in this universe. You knew that they weren’t that special, that everyone has them in some universe. An endless multiverse, who were they to think they were unique? You, now, you were unique. You weren’t like them, you were special. Multiverse after multiverse, and you never found anyone else with this ability. This… was it an ability or a damned curse? You felt like it was both a gift and a curse. You got to jump multiverses and live your lives whenever you pleased! But you had to trade with the you from that multiverse, and once they switched, their destinies changed and their fates could leave them dead. It’s not like you knew their fates before you swapped, but it always hurt to find out they died. Even when you don’t swap with them, you still get those fucking scars on your back at their deaths. You could only blame yourself, your single upset in your original universe sent you spiraling and you did anything you could to get away. 

You laughed hollowly at the thought, remembering in one universe where the Avengers were just a made up story, the movie they had released that showed Wanda tearing the multiverse apart. You remembered the universe where that actually happened and you could only roll your eyes through the movie as this version of Wanda stated a couple of very Wanda comments and it almost felt like that actor could have been Wanda. Probably because in every other universe, she is. But you still got a laugh out of it. You sighed, pulling yourself back together as you set down the hoodie. You smiled at the thought that they had kept them. You definitely had this whole thing wrong. Looking at your watch, you hadn’t even realized that the day was basically over and you had gone the whole day without a single thing to eat. On top of that, you could hear your phone ringing for what was probably the ninth time in that hour. Kate and Yelena were definitely worried, especially when you never came home for dinner that night, and didn’t show up the next morning, not to mention you ignored all their texts for the entire day today. Yeah, they were going to be pissed. Huffing, you got to your feet and grabbed at your phone in the living room. 

“Hello?” You said into the phone, bracing yourself. 

You needed that bracing because Kate came at you with full force, “Where the fuck have you been, Y/N? We have been worried sick, you asshole! Yelena, come here, you don’t have to call the police anymore, this dipshit finally picked up.”

You muttered some sort of an apology, but Kate grumbled that you needed more than an apology to save you. You tried to defend yourself, to explain, “Look, Kate. I wanted to go home last night, I did,  but I got caught up in something.”

“Caught up in what? What could it have been that made you not even answer any of our texts?” You could hear Yelena shout from probably five feet away, trying to make sure she was heard. She didn’t seem angry as much worried, she was never one for lack of communication. You and her had gotten extremely close when you became a friend of Kate’s. You had similar personalities, though she was much better at controlling her anger than you. Probably all those years of the Red Room, which had been taken down long ago, but she was always the one keeping you from throwing the first punch. 

After a moment, you grunted, “The Avengers.”

Silence rang for way too long before Kate spoke, “What the fuck do they want? Can’t they see you don’t want anything to do with them? You literally just broke up with Nat, you dated Wanda, and you’re a part of the NYPD, who are basically their biggest enemy. They’re practically asking you to punch Fury in his one-eyed face!” 

The sigh you let out was enough for Kate to soften her voice, choosing to let that go. “Where are you right now, Y/N? We’ll meet up with you for dinner tonight. Have you eaten?”

“At my old apartment, grabbing some last things that Nat had forgotten,” It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were at your apartment and you were going to take the hoodies. “No. I haven’t eaten. It’s been a hell of a day, I completely forgot about it.”

You heard shuffling from the other line, before you heard Yelena take the phone from Kate. Her voice made you feel better in an instant, the blonde Russian had a way of doing that to you. “Meet us at Mel’s Pizza. We’ll pay, you just eat, дурак (stupid).” 

This gave you a slight smile and you nodded, “Alright. See you there, пончик (donut).” You could hear her smirk at your nickname for her. It was one of the few words you could remember in Russian, and it stuck with her. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure, Умник (nerd).” 

The call ended. You could breathe again, thank goodness. You were so thankful for some pizza that you almost left the apartment without the hoodies. Grabbing them and rushing out the door, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d need to come back. Like you were missing something. You ignored the feeling, happily driving to Mel’s Pizza. You made it there about five minutes before Kate and Yelena, so you grabbed a table and sat down, scrolling through your phone. Then a message popped up at the top of your phone from your head officer. 

“We found something in the Bronx Zoo case. Surveillance footage shows that based on the autopsy report of death at 15:09 pm on Sunday, July 16th of 2023, our prime suspect was on 21st Street, meaning there was no way he could have been there during the time of the murder. We’re back at square one.” 

A frustrated sigh left your lips and Kate pulled the phone from your hands, turning it for her to read. Wait, Kate? Oh shit, they must have gotten here while you were busy in your thoughts. Yelena slid next to you, sharing that side of the booth, she threw an arm over your shoulder and squeezed lightly, her silent sign that she was there. You took your hat off and plopped it on her head, giving her your best grin. She gave you a smile in return, before flagging down the waitress, who you might add, was very hot. She ordered a beer for you, a vodka for me, and a water for Kate, who just rolled her eyes as she watched the two of you debate over the best alcohol types. For a moment, it all felt normal, like your life was returning to normal for just a moment. You could feel at peace without worrying about your ex-girlfriends or any curses, or powers whatever someone would phrase it, and just enjoy the time you’re having with the two best friends in the world. Deep down, you knew the three of you could never fully like the Avengers, with Nat leaving Yelena in the Red room, Clint giving himself up to save the world and in return, leaving his wife, kids, and Kate all alone, making Kate’s dream of becoming the next Hawkeye an empty goal, and yourself, who had your heart torn apart twice by two Avengers. 

The pizza came and, within twenty minutes, had been absolutely devoured by the three of you. You felt full, thankfully because God, you had been so hungry. Grinning from ear to ear now, probably because you had drank at least 4 more beers than Yelena and thus you had won your little drinking game, you let out a chuckle. In your head, you felt in that moment, free from all the guilt that had been building up in your consciousness for so long now. The guilt of all of your deaths, the guilt of the pain you had caused by switching lives with them, because you knew it was all over now. You wouldn’t switch again, you couldn’t! You were happy here, for the first time in who knew how long, you were happy with this life, happy with this universe. The haunting trauma of your original universe slipped away in that moment, you couldn’t even remember it. You didn’t have to envision the look in your father’s eyes, the pooled blood, you could just look in your friends eyes and their smiles could make everything okay. Because everything was okay, wasn’t it?

Well, if you ignore that both your exes are currently listed as MIA and you still had a murder case on your hands. That you still had to fix all the problems that were piling up, and that other than Kate’s apartment, you were borderline homeless. Okay, so maybe things weren’t entirely okay, but in your drunk state, you couldn’t really care too much. Yelena, who had stopped drinking before she got too drunk, decided to drive home in Kate’s car and Kate would drive you home in your own car. You sat in the passenger seat, hugging the two hoodies and sniffing into them occasionally. 

“What are you doing, Y/N?” She asked you, to which you responded in a slurred tone, “Smelling them…” You hiccupped. “They still smell like them.”

“Smell like who?”

“They smell like Natty and Wans.”

Kate visibly cringed at the nicknames and rolled her eyes. “I thought you hated them.”

“I doooo.” You insisted, grumbling and lolling your head back. “I hate them so much, but I miss them, Katey!” You bit your lip, trying not to start crying like a loser. “What if they didn’t actually mean to hurt me?” 

“They both cheated on you with each other, Y/N. How could they not mean to?”

“Well, I mean,” you hiccupped, “If they wanted to hurt me, why would Nat keep my hoodies? Why would there be vodka bottles scattered around,” you felt another hiccup slip out. “That doesn’t seem like someone who wants to break a heart does.” 

Kate couldn’t entirely argue with that logic, and thus, the rest of the car ride was filled with music. The lyrics to the song Yelena had taught you floated through the car. 

“Bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove the Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, Singing, ‘This'll be the day that I die’. This will be the day that I die”. 

When you got home that night, you were exhausted and very, very drunk. You didn’t really care though, as you flopped down on your bed. You didn’t feel the blood on your arm at first. You didn’t notice until the morning. You had gone to take a shower, and you were examining your back, completely ignoring your arm until you felt a sharp pain on your forearm. Glancing at it, you found that there on your arm, carving into your forearm’s skin, was the black widow’s symbol. 

And a message, of sorts. There were no words, but the symbol said it all. It said only one thing,

You. Deserve. This.

[nesquiiksstuff]

✎ ❝general relationship headcanons!❞

syzoth (feat. ashrah), baraka, raiden

love languages

fluff

thouple (syzoth + ashrah + reader)

thank you guys for so much support! im just going this hc thingy while I think up this for the raiden story (which hopefully won’t take too long). please enjoy!! ᰔ

ᰔ syzoth :: quality time and gift giving

he is not uncomfortable to talk about his passed family, honestly syzoth would enjoy if his partner was interested in that part of his life. whether it’s recommending visiting their grave site, or sharing his grief—is something that he greatly appreciates.

the reason ashrah and syzoth work so well is because they’re both trying to right their sins, having you be there and being supportive means the absolute world. he shows you that through small thoughtful gifts (mostly trinkets that he finds at markets or on his walks).

idk if anyone is actually interested in a thouple with them…but hear me out 🤲. I genuinely think ashrah and syzoth would be so well rounded and loving. date nights either in Shaolin’s gardens or mileena’s palace (probably in the library), always romantic with stereotypical candle light and a nice dinner. syzoth thinks it’s important to make it special as possible since there’s only a few times when you’re all together.

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ᰔ baraka: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

what baraka truly needs is another leader. there is so much responsibility placed on his shoulders with the colony—but of course he would never truly ask you to help, he’s stubborn and well…has a guilty conscience. you would need to insert yourself without needing to be prompted. assertiveness and responsibility is something he finds extremely attractive, as well as being compassionate, gods knows that it’s also something he needs.

physical contact is foreign to him, after years of being alone once his family passed and being ill. he adores it when you bring some type of normalcy to touching him, though he’s the first to pull away. baraka knows the risk he puts you in everyday, if he can limit the chances of tarkat spreading to you—while still indulging this relationship, he will.

like asking for extra leadership—he wouldn’t pursue you. baraka wouldn’t ever expect another chance of love, in all honesty he would think that his pining is one sided. Though once you’ve established a relationship with him, he’s open with you. private moments with you are filled with him thanking you for the work you put in the colony, and how you treat not only him but others. even though he’s no poet, he makes sure you know he cherishes you.

. . .

ᰔ raiden: words of affirmation and quality time

usually he pursues people that he highly respects. you don’t have to do something exceptional, but having passion for your own beliefs is what he values in a person and especially in a partner. also it would be admirable if you were interested in his own goals and aspirations, after all raiden’s prospective has changed much once the events in outworld has passed.

raiden is humble…but he likes showing off to you—not exactly out of place of smugness but he enjoys when you are impressed at his talents. he smiles so brightly whenever you compliment him on his achievements or on his hard work in general. it’s probably one of his top motivation besides him genuinely enjoy what he’s doing.

if you two ever got the chance to go back to fengjian his first goal would to introduce you to his family, he has to be a mama’s boy. he cares deeply for his family and he wants you to feel included in that circle. besides visiting them, he’s taking you to see the sites and old hang out spots. leading you along by holding your hand keeping you close (I love him he’s so sweet ugh). it means everything that you’re willing to listen to his childhood stories and just with him in general to visit his hometown.

sadly i’m trying to keep his to minimum since my own little headcanons for him should show up in the story i’m writing for him :]

thank you for reading!

[bryhoney]

Recognisance Pt.6

Hello!! I hope you enjoy! Just wanted to say thank you for all the support this fanfic has received so far :) I'm also sorry in advance :((((

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I've got an interview coming up for potentially a dream job offer so I'm prepping for that all the time at the moment - hence the slight delay in posting updates! But fingers crossed that all works out and it should be regular again!!

You’re seated opposite Gabriel and you note that he’s irritated at the commotion around you. No doubt he wanted to seat you in some private room to interrogate you but with the aftermath of the Ghost’s infiltration of the base - there isn’t anywhere to go. 

You’re in an office that hasn’t been soundproofed, people are frantically ferrying their wounded colleagues or scrambling to gather information from each other. 

Gabriel will be called away soon, he will have to answer to someone or orchestrate the next steps the Federation will take. He’d likely take the brunt of the blame for this mishap. 

“Now, I’m only going to ask you nicely, once. You let them out, didn’t you?” He’s smoking, which you find unnerving. He’s doing everything he can to appear calm, but you’re sure he’s shaken by the breach and furious with your actions. 

You don’t answer immediately, you’re not sure what the best approach here is. Despite everything, he’s still the only constant you have in your life. 

“You didn’t tell me,” you’re oddly proud at how stable your voice is, you feel numb to everything other than the man opposite you, and you’re not even sure he’s an ally anymore. 

He sighs, moving to stand. You can tell he’s wrestling with himself to maintain his composure. He looks out the window at the flurry of soldiers outside the office. 

“I thought it’d be better this way, I’ll explain it all when this is over,” he sounds sincere, gesturing to the hallway to indicate that ‘this’ is the catastrophic impact of the ghosts.

“You killed my father,” you whisper, hating everything about this situation. You hate that your heart aches for a man you don’t know. You wished, more than anything, to remember the man whose voice you’d heard consoling you, who sounded like he loved you. 

He turns back to you, “He wasn’t your father in the end, he was a liar - a traitor,” his voice is cold and hard and the look he gives you is lethal. 

You’d also betrayed Rorke.

A soldier bursts into the room, “Sir,” his attempt to portray a calm indifference is admirable despite the heavy breathing that gives him away. 

“I’ll be back soon, I expect you to be in your room until we can secure the site again,” Rorke says calmly before turning his back to you. He strides out of the room, following the younger man towards the main control centre. 

It takes you a second to stand, hesitant to walk through the soldiers. Did they know who you were? Would they kill a relative of a Ghost? A Walker? 

You hold your head up high and turn towards the living quarters, trying not to look at the extent of the damage that just a handful of men wrought onto a base full of highly trained operatives. 

—

Time moves very slowly as you sit and wait in your room for Gabriel. 

You’re sure that outside your room, the base is still in chaos but it’s completely silent in here. You’ve shut out every thought and memory that tries to resurface as you quietly try to piece together what you know. 

Firstly, You’re a Walker. Your brothers are Hesh and Logan Walker. 

From what you can recall, your childhood had been a happy one with the Walkers. This fact is less concrete, just moments of a normal, if somewhat eccentric family. 

Secondly, you were tortured by them. The memories of your time in the room are hazy and interwoven with snippets of pain. But it was them - you’re not sure what drove them to do that to you. What had you done to turn them so far against you? 

Rorke had told you that you’d been tortured to get to him. Who were you to Rorke? You had more ties to the Ghosts in Blood alone. You can’t recall being field-trained or dangerous enough to pose a substantial threat to them. 

But Rorke insisted that they wanted to recapture you.

But you were out in the field, and you had tried to kill someone. 

You had been raised by the leader of the Ghosts. Was it so unlikely to think you hadn’t also been taught some basic self-defence? 

Your brothers were ghosts. 

You-

“Keegan,” that was your voice, it was breathy and- 

Oh God. 

Oh God. 

What the ever-loving fuck was happening. You knew next to nothing and Rorke had kept you in the dark. You had no idea who to trust. 

Why didn’t he tell you? 

Your memories would come back. They had to, you couldn’t stand this awful limbo of not knowing who you were and what had happened. 

The door clicked open, and Rorke stepped into the room before locking it behind him. You felt small, entirely defenceless with him in this space. 

“How you holding up, sweetheart?” his tone calm, reassuring as though nothing had happened. You furrowed your eyebrows. You’d allowed his enemies to escape and now he was calling you pet names? 

“I’m alright,” your voice is small and your knees are now tucked up towards you. 

He sits at the foot of your bed, looking towards you in the darkness, “Today was- it wasn’t what we expected,” he’s being honest, so you hope to keep him calm and keep him talking. 

“No kidding,” you try smiling through the darkness at him. You’re, entirely preoccupied with self-preservation - it’s as though you’ve cornered a wild animal. 

He smiles back towards you, “I suppose it’s high time you knew the truth.” You're taken aback, this was not the route you thought this military strategist would take. You had convinced yourself he would try something more calculated than the truth. But, that is assuming this was the truth. 

You bring your arms up to hold yourself, “maybe," you’re being soft, giving him no reason to see any threat in you. 

“You’re not a Walker,” he says it as though it’s obvious and it earns a physical, knee-jerk response from you,

“I am! I am a-”  You’re furious, he’s going to lie to you again.

“Let me finish,” his tone is violent, final. He softens as you flinch from him, never once has he yelled at you like this. He’s volatile, you’ve always known that and yet-

“You were a Walker,” he adds, he sighs and meets your gaze again, and you don’t expect it. You’re silent so he’ll continue. 

“You were a Walker, God knows what you were before the Walkers took you in.” He tries a smile at you, clears his throat and reaches towards his pockets, “You’ve been a Rorke for just under three years now,” his hand extends towards you, he’s holding a ring. 

You’re blinking rapidly, you feel yourself pale as your stomach drops through the floor. 

No. 

“What?” you whisper, heart in your throat.

“It’s yours,” he says, and you take the ring gingerly, inspecting it as though it might trigger some long-buried memory of your time with Rorke, your husband. 

No. 

This isn’t right. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember any of this?” your voice is level and calm, but internally you’re trying to stitch together even more fragments of your life. 

He laughs, “It was rushed, and they hate me all the more for it.” He places a hand atop your knee and you don’t shrug him off. 

“This doesn’t make sense, I wouldn’t have joined the Federation if I were a Walker, we’d have been enemies? How did we even-?” your train of thought is derailed by the constant theorisations forming and collapsing in your head. 

“It’s a long story, kid, but, I was a Ghost once, before-” he pauses, clearing his throat,  “I was close with Elias,” he replies, and God- it sounds honest. You don’t have any timeline to place this all on to verify anything he’s saying. 

He looks at you, sighing as he continues, “I don’t expect you to wear it, they tried to destroy every part of me from your memory when they took you. I was foolish, I didn’t think they’d hurt you because they were.” He stands, and you track his movements. You feel stupid, even less certain. But he was so much older, how did you even meet - and yet- 

You believe him. 

“Gabriel, I-” You’re not even sure what you were going to say but you felt the need to continue. It makes sense, why the Ghosts would want you alive, why’d they want to hurt you. 

But they’re home. They were home once. 

“I’m sorry," he says, “I should have told you from the start, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He moves towards you and kisses the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Is all he says before he leaves. 

And you almost hate him for it, he has ripped away the idea that you had a family that loved you. Of course, you didn’t have a family, you only had Gabriel. 

But he was so much older, how did you even meet - how?

The man who has been nothing but respectful and kind. Your husband. 

It explains why the Ghosts want you. It explains why a highly capable, violent man remained calm with you despite freeing his sworn enemies. You hate how much it makes sense. 

“He’s dangerous, and he knows exactly how to kill us,” It’s your father, a briefing before a mission. 

Likely against Rorke. Your husband. 

You don’t remember any of this. 

The Ghosts had taken so much from you. 

You had so many questions. Despite the answers Rorke had given you, you felt more in the dark than ever. 

“You’re infuriating, you shouldn’t even be in that room, anything could-” You cut the man with the deep voice off by kissing him. He doesn’t hesitate - his hands reach for you. One hand on your waist pulls you towards him, the other holding the back of your head fingers in your hair as he devours you. He kisses you with such intensity your knees feel like they’re about to give out from beneath you. You whisper, “Shut up, Keegan,” against him as you lose yourselves in each other, he’s pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You gasp at the impact, and he raises one of your legs to his waist before he pushes his hips against yours, you moan into his mouth-

No. No. 

How could a Ghost, Keegan, do those things to you in your memory and then so easily carve a knife into your skin? 

You’re sobbing. Utterly frustrated at your inability to remember anything that could help you put your life back together. 

You weren’t a Walker after all.

[lynnieverse]

undertow // ripples

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✰ third chapter!

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✰ tags: morally grey, one-sided rivalry, mystery, mutual pining, tension, redemption

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Lennox was huddled over her desk, combing through all the notes and outlines from the site visit. She tugged on her hair in frustration, not because of the project—no, that was fine—but the man behind the project.

Rafe was…difficult, but she had to admit his ideas were good. He was serious about this, and that was something she hadn’t been prepared for. It was her first project, and she expected something much simpler. This was a lot more pressure. 

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Everything okay in here?” her dad asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Yeah, everything’s great, just working out some kinks for budgeting and stuff.” She leaned back in her chair, giving him her full attention. 

“You’re doing great, Len, I know you’ve got this.” 

“You haven’t even seen anything yet.”

“I don’t have to, I know you won’t let this family down.” He left her with that, not helping her anxiety at all. She let her eyes close and let out a deep breath. 

It was fine, everything was fine. 

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She met with Rafe the next day at the site, wanting to discuss and finalize the timeline for the project. 

That’s when shit hit the fan. 

“You are so fucking irritating! This is ridiculous Rafe!” Lennox snapped, waving her clipboard wildly. “You want this project done by next summer, but don’t have the basic infrastructure in place. The permits aren’t filed, the environmental reports are nonexistent, and the marina’s foundation isn’t even structurally sound!” 

Rafe leaned casually against the side of his Jeep, a smug smirk on his face that only pissed her off more. 

“That’s what you’re here for, Princess, to figure it all out. You’re the logistics person, right? So…logistically handle it.” He inflected his voice a bit at the end, trying to be cute. Instead it made her eye twitch. 

“Logistics don’t just magically solve themselves! There’s actual laws we have to follow! If we rush into this it’ll be over before it even begins!” Rafe pushed off the car and stepped closer, his voice sharpening. 

“It’s not rushing, Lennox, it’s moving efficiently. You’re just too scared to take a risk, like always.” His blue eyes blazed, daring her to challenge him. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“You know exactly what it means. You’ve always been a little rule follower, terrified to do anything except what Daddy tells you. Too scared then, too scared now.” He was taunting her, and she knew it, but damn it if it didn’t work. Lennox jabbed a finger into his chest, jaw clenching in anger. 

“You know nothing about me. It’s not fear, Rafe, it’s called being realistic. You’re so desperate to prove you can do something on your own that you’re blind to how much work this actually takes. I’ve got the degree, and I’ve got more experience than you!” His smirk dropped and the tension crackled between them. All that could be heard was their labored breaths as they glared at each other. 

The construction crew had stopped to watch them, but she didn’t care. She was too angry, too fired up at his little entitled attitude. 

“You don’t get it,” he said finally, tone laced with frustration. “This is my chance to prove I’m not just a screw up.” His face was scrunched up, like he was fighting to keep his emotions from showing.  

“And you think the way to do that is by cutting corners and taking the easy way? If this fails, Rafe, it’s not just your name on the line. My reputation is tied to this too.” His eyes narrowed. 

“So that’s what this is about? Your perfect princess reputation?” 

“No. It’s about doing things the right way. Don’t be like your dad, be someone better.” This made his jaw clench and he looked away, clearly not enjoying that comparison. 

“Fine. Do what you have to do.” He stepped out of her space, and hopped in his car, speeding away without another word. Lennox knew she’d won, but something didn’t sit right in her chest. 

There was that damn pity again. She probably shouldn’t have thrown his dad in his face, but knew she was right. Cutting corners and being an asshole was what got Ward killed in the first place, and if he wanted to separate himself from that he had to be different. She had to tell him that.

Still, she didn’t like the regret that echoed afterwards. 

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Topper broke into her room later that night to invite her to yet another party. 

“Topper! Door plus locked equals don’t come in!” He just shrugged and flopped beside her on her bed. 

“So you’re coming right?” he said, poking her shoulder relentlessly. 

“Where is it?” 

“Kelce’s hosting this time, and no Rafe I swear.” He made a large “X” on his chest, pleading at her with his eyes. She dropped her head to the bed and groaned. 

“Fine, I’ll go.” Topper whooped and ran away, shouting something about getting shitfaced. She shook her head at her little brother, but couldn’t blame him. She wanted to get shitfaced too, especially after the day she’d had.

She quickly got to work on her makeup, hair, and outfit, opting for some cutoff shorts and a blue tank top this time. Strapping on her sandals, she grabbed her phone and skipped downstairs. Her parents were both at work, but she wrote a note anyway, just in case they ended up crashing there. 

Topper joined her a minute later, ushering her to the car so they could get going. 

“Come on! We’re already late.” Lennox rolled her eyes but listened, turning up the air conditioning and leaning her head back. When they arrived at Kelce's house, the party was in full swing. Lights were flickering, music was thumping, and there were so many people they spilled out onto the lawn. 

Lennox followed Topper up the driveway, her pulse racing in excitement. She loved parties once she got to them, convincing her to go was the hard part. As she stepped in the door she felt the energy pulsating around her. The faint smell of beer and sweat clogged up the dance floor. She needed a drink. 

“Come on Len, loosen up!” Topper called over his shoulder, already weaving through the crowd towards the makeshift bar in the kitchen. Lennox opted to hang back, letting her eyes drift over the crowd of familiar faces. Kelce spotted her from across the room, sauntering over with a solo cup in his hand. 

“Lennox Thornton,” he drawled with a grin. “Long time no see! Topper drag you out?” She smiled politely and chuckled a bit. 

“Yeah, but I like a good party every now and again.”

“Well, welcome back to Figure Eight chaos; grab a drink, make yourself at home.” 

“Thanks, I might,” she nodded once as he disappeared back into the crowd. She found herself drifting around from group to group, joking around with people she hadn’t seen in years. She ended up with a drink in her hand from Topper’s friend Grace, a nice looking girl with red hair and glasses. 

She felt the rush of being a Thornton for the first time in a long time—the status, the stares…it was intoxicating, but also exhausting. Eventually she did end up alone, silently nursing her fourth, or maybe it was fifth, drink. She let the music and chatter wash over her, completely embracing the buzz. 

Topper had disappeared once again, no doubt in the middle of some drinking game she didn’t understand, but she didn’t mind. One thing she learned being away at college was how to be content on the sidelines, and making your own fun. She stumbled into the kitchen, and braced against the counter. Maybe she could just chill there a minute. 

As she was idly scrolling on her phone, she felt a presence behind her. 

“Lost in thought or just bored out of your mind?” a smooth voice broke through the noise. She glanced up, startled, and found herself face-to-face with someone she didn’t recognize. He was tall, with sun-streaked blonde hair and a charming, easygoing grin. His basic outfit gave away his Kook-status, but he seemed to lack the pretentiousness she usually felt from them. 

“Maybe both,” she raised an eyebrow. “You know how it is.” He chuckled and leaned against the counter next to her. 

“Yeah, I do. All these parties are the same…can get brain numbing after a while.”

“Exactly,” she laughed. “And you are?”

“Elliot,” he said, offering his hand. “And you’re Topper’s sister, right? Lennox?”

“Guilty,” she smiled, shaking his hand. “I take it, you know my brother?” 

“Everyone here knows Top,” he gestured to the crowd. “Hard to miss the guy yelling about tequila shots at two in the morning.” She snorted. 

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“What brings you out tonight? I haven’t seen you around much.” 

“I just moved back home from New York; I graduated college this past semester.”

“Oh nice! I go to Charleston—senior—and I’m home for the summer.”

“Do you like it there?” 

“Yeah, it’s great. No girls as pretty as you, though,” he nudged her with his elbow. Lennox felt a small flush rise to her cheeks and broke eye contact, taking a sip of her drink. 

“I’m sure,” she managed.

“It’s true, plus you’re the most entertaining thing at this party.” 

“Oh so that’s what this is? Entertainment?” she teased. 

“Not just entertainment,” he leaned closer, “I’d like to think I’m better company than the guy currently puking in the bushes.” Lennox laughed, the sound catching her off guard. 

“I’ll give you that,” she raised her cup at him.

“See? I’m already winning,” Elliot said, his grin widening. 

They settled into an easy conversation, the awkwardness of being strangers quickly fading. He had a natural charm that didn’t feel forced, and she found herself genuinely enjoying his company. They talked about the weirdness of coming back home, her family business, and even little things like surfing. 

As the night wore on she never left Elliot’s side, not even when some girls came over to recruit her for karaoke. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks, and the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—was impossible to ignore. 

“You know,” his voice dropped low, like it was some sort of secret. “I’m really glad I came tonight.” His face was hovering close to hers, and she felt his breath fan against her cheek. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, reaching up to tuck a flyaway hair behind her ear. 

“Careful, Elliot, you’re starting to sound like a flirt.”

“Starting to?” he joked. “I must be doing something wrong if you’re just now noticing.” She laughed slightly, eyes dropping to his lips. There was something disarming about him, a quiet confidence. She felt the tension melt off her shoulders the longer she spoke to him. 

Their faces inched closer and closer until their noses were touching. Lennox decided to mess with him a little, pulling back and looking him in the eye.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly. He snickered, shaking his head. 

“Tease.” She smiled and bit her lip, waiting for his next move while playing with the bottom of his shirt.  

“Hey, you want to get out of here? Maybe take a walk?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise, definitely not expecting that. 

“You’re asking me to leave a party with you after knowing me for all of…what? An hour?”

“Technically, it’s been two,” he said, checking an imaginary watch. Lennox rolled her eyes playfully. “And yeah, I am. Unless you’re down to hear Kelce butcher another Taylor Swift song.” She glanced towards the living room, where a bunch of boys were already screeching into a microphone. 

“You know what? Why not? Lead the way.” 

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He led her outside, the cool night air hitting her skin immediately. The noise from the party faded behind them as they strolled down the private dock Elliot found in the back. The moon reflected off the water, and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the wooden posts made the night feel quieter. 

“Better?” Elliot asked her. 

“Much. I needed a breather.” 

“Me too,” he leaned against the railing of the dock, looking out over the water. “Figure Eight is great, but it always feels like everyone’s trying too hard to prove something, you know?” Lennox nodded, moving to stand beside him. Her elbows rested against the wooden railing, wind blowing her hair out of her face.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

Elliot turned his head, studying her. “You don’t seem like that though, you’re different.” 

Lennox chuckled softly, gazing at the dark water below. “Different how?” 

“I don’t know…you just seem indifferent to it all–the image, the competition. You’re just you, unapologetically.” Lennox looked at him curiously, feeling as if he was picking apart her soul. 

“That’s one way to put it.” 

“Am I wrong?” he pressed, catching her eye and making her smile.

“No, not exactly,” she admitted. “I just don’t see the point, you know? The fake smiles and blanket of superiority some of these people wear…it’s not real. None of it is.” Elliot was completely focused on her, looking deep in thought. “Outside of this place, nobody cares. You’re just like everyone else. I think that’s what I liked about the city, the anonymity.” She pursed her lips, shrugging her shoulders. 

“It’s like a game, and if you don’t play you’re invisible,” Elliot murmured, a far-away look in his eyes. 

“Maybe being invisible wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she mused. 

He turned to face her fully, resting his side against the railing. “Not for someone like you. People notice you even if you aren’t trying.”

She raised her eyebrows, a small smile dancing on her lips. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” 

“I guess so, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she teased, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. For a moment they stood in companionable silence, just listening to the sounds of nature around them. 

Lennox shivered, and Elliot immediately shed his button down, leaving him in a tight white t-shirt. He turned Lennox to face him, wrapped the shirt around her, and put her arms through the sleeves. Lennox blushed, watching him with wonder. He smiled at her, gripping the fabric, and using it to pull her into him. 

“Hi,” he teased, the corner of his mouth curling up. 

“Hi,” she smiled. Then he kissed her. 

Their lips met gently, as if they were asking each other’s permission. Lennox’s hand travelled to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as she deepened the kiss. Both Elliot’s hands were on her cheeks, thumbs moving back and forth slowly. 

She moaned as he bit her lip, earning her a groan from him. Eventually they broke apart, breathless. 

“Wow,” he said, staring down at her in awe. She laughed, looking down, unsure of how to respond. It was a good kiss, not Earth-shattering, but very good. Her phone lit up before she could. 

“It’s my brother,” she said, unlocking it immediately. “He says he’s ready to go and the Uber’s almost here.” She found herself disappointed, not wanting the night to end just yet. 

“Well, we better get you back then.” Elliot offered his hand and she took it, letting them swing back and forth as they made their way back down the dock. 

As they approached the house, Elliot stopped. 

“So, any chance I could take you out to dinner sometime?” She hesitated, but pulled her phone out of her pocket, opening up a new contact. 

“Here, put your number in.” Elliot chuckled, typing in his information and sending himself a text before handing it back. 

“Done. I’m holding you to that dinner, Thornton.”

“Good luck, I’m not an easy person to keep up with,” she smiled. 

“Me neither,” he shot back. She left him standing there, hands in his pockets with a dopey look on his face. 

Topper met her outside, slightly swaying, but overall not too bad. 

“Have fun, Top?” she laughed. 

“Oh yeah, Len, great. You?” 

“It was alright,” she smiled, keeping Elliot to herself.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairing: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: BEWARE: LONG SMUT. GO TOUCH GRASS, SLUTS. Love y'all. -Jazz

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER FOUR

After some much-needed encouragement and a drink of water, Mina walks you back downstairs to meet with Kiri and Bakugou. 

It’s more like the walk of shame as you travel downstairs, becoming hyperaware of how quiet it is now. Once you’re in the living room, you find that the movie is paused. Kiri and Bakugou sit on the couch you once occupied, their eyes are trained on you as you stand in front of them. 

Mina sneaks a hand behind your back, rubbing it gently. “Speak your mind, babe,” she whispers encouragingly. “You have nothing to be ashamed about.” She then clears her throat, smiling at the couple. “What’s up?” 

Bakugou and Kiri aren’t smiling, their expressions quite serious as they make room for you. “Sit down with us,” Bakugou orders though his tone is softer than usual. Mina takes your hand and leads you over to sit with them in the same order you were in before–you and her in the middle, Kiri and Bakugou on either end of the couch. 

Kiri fixes both of you with his ruby eyes, making your stomach jump. “Now be real with us,” he gently says. “Are we making you uncomfortable?” Mina shakes her head. “Not at all,” she answers, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad to be here with you all.” 

“What about you?” Bakugou asks, ticking his intense gaze over to you. Now that everyone’s eyes are on you and you’re facing your issues headon, you find yourself unable to look at any of them. Instead, your stare at your hands. “I feel the same way, but…” You trail off, gnawing at your bottom lip. 

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” Kiri asks worriedly. “Did I go too far earlier?” 

“No, no!” you hurriedly protest. “It’s just…it’s me feeling awkward.” You sign exhaustedly, finally getting the courage to look both men in the eyes. “You guys have been amazing to me, but this is just very new to me and I’m trying to not feel so…weird.” 

Kiri puts a hand on yours, squeezing it gently. “You know, this is new for us too,” he soothes,  “but we couldn’t feel as comfortable acting like this around you if we didn’t feel like we knew you or liked you so much. You know that, right?” 

His words coax a smile out of you, glad to know the feeling is mutual. “We want you to be comfortable, babe,” he continues, “and we’re more than happy to just watch movies and cuddle if you’re not comfortable being sexual.” You can tell his words are genuine and that makes you feel even worse. 

You squeeze Kiri’s hand back, the heat of embarrassment rising in your face. “But…but you all went through so much trouble and–“ 

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou growls, rendering you speechless. He glares daggers at you from across the couch. “Tonight wasn’t about the fuckin’ sex. It’s about us being together finally after all that flirting and tease shit. We’d do all of this again for you, whether you like it or not, dumbass.” You flush at the sweet, considerate words, especially since they’re coming from Bakugou. 

“He’s right, y’know.” Kiri presses his thigh against yours. “We wouldn’t have agreed to this if we weren’t crazy about you as well as Mina. You’re all we could think about since we met at the reunion.” 

You blink at Kiri then stare at Bakugou. “Really?” you exhale. 

Mina giggles from beside you, nudging you with her elbow. “I told you,” she sing-songs. That she did, but you hear it come from Kiri’s own mouth and be clarified by Bakugou’s intense stare makes it feel real. Knowing that the two of them care so much about you and Mina’s safety and comfort washes all of your fears and insecurities away. All you want now is to be with them tonight. 

Kiri grins sweetly at you. “So it’s your call, sweetie. Anything you decide, we’ll be happy with.” He releases your hand, leaving it feeling empty without him. “So what you want? To watch the rest of the movie? More cheesecake?” 

“I want to kiss you.” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. But now that they’re out, you can’t and won’t take them back. And you don’t want to. You’ve been studying Kiri’s lips all night now, wondering how they would taste and feel against yours. “Is that okay?” you shyly ask. 

The redhead blinks at you, not expecting that at all, and his cheeks flush a light pink that makes him even more attractive to you. A big, bright grin stretches across his mouth as you take his hands in his again. “Baby, that’s more than okay!” he replies, laughing in joy. “I’ve been imagining what your lips tasted like for weeks now.” 

Feeling bold by the pet name and knowing his mutual feelings, you slowly lean in and press your lips to his. Your eyes flutter closed, falling into the bliss of the small, innocent touch of his lips against yours. The kiss is just that at first–innocent. Just getting to know his mouth against yours, relishing the prickle of his stubble against your face and how soft his lips are. 

Then it gets a little more heated when Kiri runs his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access. You grant it to him, opening your mouth to let him explore your mouth. You practically moaned at the sweet taste of cheesecake and wine on his tongue as it swirls with yours, the kiss quickly becoming wet and less than innocent. His hands find your hips and your lower back, stroking and teasing you there while yours grasp his forearms, finally feeling up those muscles. 

He softly moans into the kiss, pulling away to stare at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, you taste good,” he whispers breathlessly. “Like wine.” You want to agree, but your head is too clouded by the intoxicating kiss to do so. 

His ruby eyes glance behind you and he grins. “Hey, look at those two.” He juts his chin at the couple currently making out next to you. You find yourself watching, liking how Mina cups Bakugou’s face in her hands while Bakugou’s hands ran up and down her hips and legs, his lips moving greedily against hers. “Was she needin’ some attention to, Bakugou?” Kiri chuckles. 

Bakugou pulls away from Mina, a string of saliva slightly shining between their lips. “Brat wouldn’t stop squirming her ass around in her seat,” he growls at Kiri. “Plus, you were hogging Y/N for too long.” 

“Whoops!” Kiri laughs. Guess that slipped my mind.” He pecks your cheek, nodding at the grumpy blonde who currently has his eyes set on you. “Why don’t you show Bakugou how good of a kisser you are, hm? Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of your girl.” 

The idea of switching from him to Bakugou and watching Mina at the same time arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “I know you will,” you whisper against Kiri’s lips, pecking them. 

You and Mina don’t have to move a muscle. Instead, Kiri and Bakugou switch places, and once Bakugou is next to you, he can’t keep his hands off you. “’Bout time to finally stopped playin’ and let me taste you,” he whispers before his lips are on yours. 

His kiss is slightly rougher and more demanding than Kiri’s who was gentle and curious yet wanting to give you everything you wanted. Bakugou demands your pleasure, his tongue pushing into your mouth to explore yours, barely allowing you to come up for air. 

You moan into the kiss as his hands circle around your back to cup your ass, bringing you closer to him until you’re nearly sitting on top of him. Your hands fall to his arms, your fingers running over his impressive forearms before moving to his broad chest. Feeling the hard planes of muscle under your hands dampens your panties that feel uncomfortable to you now. 

It only gets worse when Bakugou pulls away from the searing kiss by gently pulling on your bottom lip. You softly moan as he does, earning a chuckle from him as your lip lightly pops back into place. “Oh…you like that,” he hums, pleased with your reactions. His vermillion eyes darken, lust deep in his irises. “Now I wanna see you kiss each other.” 

He nods at Mina who has just ended her makeout session with Kiri who has her lip gloss all over his face. “That can be arranged,” she purrs, giving Bakugou a wink. Slowly, she turns to you and you do the same, the both of you facing each other now. “I love you,” she whispers before her lips are on yours. 

Her lips dance against yours, tongue swirling with yours and emitting soft moans of pleasure from the both of you. “I love you, too,” you coo to her between the kiss. “And I love this.” The way Mina’s lip gloss makes your kiss sticky turns you on more, as does the feeling of Bakugou and Kiri’s eyes on you. Soon, you’re gushing all in your panties. 

“Cut that shit off,” Bakugou snaps. “I wanna watch the movie right here.” You totally forgot that the movie was still on. “Say no more,” Kiri chuckles, the couch shifting as he moves to get the remote. Once the sounds of the TV are cut off, all you can hear are your and Mina’s soft moans and the sound of your lips moving together. 

“Can we finally see what’s underneath these dresses too?” Kiri cheekily asks, his fingers toying at the hem of your dress. “I don’t think my cock can take much more of this teasin’ shit.” Bakugou groans in anguish. “You ain’t kiddin’.” 

Mina pulls away and stares at you, silently wondering if it’s okay. You turn to the boys and give them a nod, burning with anticipation. Bakugou and Kiri both pull up the hem of your dresses over your waists, finally revealing what lies underneath. “Oh, my God,” Kiri groans at the same time as Bakugou hisses out, “Shit!” at the sight of your asses in two thongs that make your cheeks look plumper and appetizing to the men gawking at them.

“You like?” Mina giggles, wiggling her ass around. “Had to force this one to put these on.” Her hand grazes across your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

Bakugou is incredibly interested in your ass, moving closer to get a better look. “Tried to act like you ain’t want this and yet, lookie here,” he grunts. His hand trails down your ass between your thighs, earning a small gasp in response. “And you’re wet,” he chuckles. “You’re a fuckin’ mess, babe.” 

His index and middle fingers press against your panty line, stroking you through the dampened cloth. You clench your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. “K-Katsuki,” you whimper, biting your lower lip at the wonderful feeling of his fingers stroking you. 

Kiri is like a hawk on your other side, looming over you with all the hunger of a predator. “I wanna taste how much of a mess she is,” he purrs before looking at Mina for the go. “Do you mind?” Mina laughs in response. “Hell no!” she guffaws. “But only if you give me the same treatment later.” 

She gives Kiri a wink and he sends one right back before moving onto his knees behind you. You flush at the fact that your ass is right in his face now, but your embarrassment is quickly overcome with need when you feel his hands trail down your sides. He travels all the way to your ass where he proceeds to move your panties to the side, revealing your soaking wet pussy. 

“Fuck, baby!” he gasps, not believing his eyes. “You have the prettiest lil’ pussy I’ve ever seen…well, next to Mina’s.” Beside you, Mina giggles before Kiri decides to dive right into your cunt, starting with soft suckles on your clit before moving on to long laps of his tongue. 

A low moan leaves your lips as your head falls onto the back of the couch. “Kiri,” you moan. “Please…keep going.” Your entire body begins to relax the more Kiri eats you out, his tongue and lips doing wonders along your clit. He is so attentive and careful yet he doesn’t hold back either. He listens to your body and pays close attention to how you react to each roll of his tongue or suckle of his lips. 

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, only hearing Bakugou and Mina’s voices beside you: “Greedy fucker,” Bakugou cackles. “You want the same attention, brat? Ask nicely.” 

You can tell he’s talking to Mina, and probably touching her too by how breathless her voice sounds. “Please, ‘Suki,” she whimpers pitifully. “Taste me too.” When you hear her moan loudly from beside you, you turn to her, wanting to watch the erotic scene in front of you: Bakugou is right behind Mina on his knees too, his hands spreading her thighs apart as he laps at her pussy. 

Mina is a moaning, writhing mess, her back arched and tits spilling out of her dress. Her eyes are closed, black lashes fanning across her cheeks, and her plump lips are parted as each unabashed moan passes her lips. You’ve never seen her look so pretty. 

Bakugou stares up at her with hooded, crimson eyes, drinking her in. “Just like old times, right?” he growls through each stroke of his tongue. “You taste so much better though now.” 

Kiri moves away from your count to spank you, his hand colliding with your asscheek causing you to let out a choked moan. “And these asses!” he exclaims loudly, humming in delight at the way your ass jiggles from the impact of his hand. “I can’t get enough of ‘em.” 

He reaches over to give Mina the same treatment, giving her ass, taught from years of training, a hard spank. A loud moan leaves Mina’s mouth, bouncing off the mansion walls. Bakugou pulls away from her pussy to laugh at her, eyes gleaming mischeviously. “Look at her arching that back after one spank. Such a little slut, aren’t you, Mina?” 

Mina whimpers in response, instinctively pushing back into him so he can continue. But Bakugou smacks her hard on the ass. “Tell me you are, or I’ll stop,” he growls. Mina whines pitifully, gripping the back of the couch. “Please don’t!” she begs in desperation. “I-I’m a little slut!” 

You’ve never seen your girlfriend so needy like this. So submissive. So slutty. It turns you on more than words can describe. Bakugou, too, because he immediately goes back to slurping up her pussy and making her whine like a cat. 

Kiri’s hands squeezing your ass brings your attention back to him. “See how good your girlfriend is for Katsuki, Y/N?” he coos. “I bet you know how good she is, don’t you?” 

‘Yes,’ you think immediately, watching as Mina grinds her ass back into Bakugou’s mouth. ‘Yes, I do.’ 

Kiri presses a kiss to your clit, making you jump slightly. “You’re a good girl for me, too. Just look at how pretty this clit is.” He then proceeds to suck at your clit and swirl his tongue around your pussy hole, making you see stars. “Fuck, Kiri!” you shout, toes curling into the couch. 

You’re shocked by how quickly you reach your peak for your first orgasm, but combined with Kiri’s magical mouth, Mina’s moans, and the sound of Bakugou eating her pussy, of course, you’re close to nutting. Kiri moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your ass more. “I wanna make you cum,” he exhales, his hot breath making your clit twitch. “Is that okay?” 

“Uh-uh!” Bakugou suddenly growls. You turn to him, finding his lips shining with saliva and Mina’s juices. “No, the fuck you’re not! I get first dibs on everything.” Kiri glares at him, irked. “Says who?” 

Bakugou glares back at him, just as intimidating. “Says me. You’re not the one running shit around here; I am.” 

Kiri scoffs at his boyfriend, rolling his eyes. “Only because of your God complex.” Steam practically shoots out of Bakugou’s ears, but before he can bite Kiri’s head off, Mina stops them. “Hey, are you two gonna fight or make us cum?” she impatiently asks. “I’m dying over here!” 

You can’t help but giggle at them, though your pussy is aching for release as well. Kiri defeatedly leaves you, pinching Bakugou’s cheek as he does. “Fine, Mr. Bossy. Get your ass over here. But you’d better make her cum her pretty brains out.” 

A playful fire ignites behind Bakugou’s eyes as he switches places with Kiri. “And you’d better do the same to pinkie…or I’ll do ‘em both.” Their competitiveness makes you even hotter, especially when it’s directed toward making you and Mina feel good. Bakugou ducks down in front of you and spreads your thighs apart. “Wow, babe,” he coos raspily. “You’re so, so pretty. Your aftershave smells good too.” He cheekily grins up at you. “Coconuts, huh?” 

You kick at him, hating how he loves to tease you. “Shut up,” you whimper as he cackles. He then drags a finger along your pussy lips, making you quiver. “Such a pretty pussy deserves some extra attention. Don’t squirm too much, yeah?” 

Before you can respond, the man is diving into the wet depths of your pussy. And damn, is it hard not to squirm. Unlike Kiri, he isn’t as gentle or careful–he is rougher and hungrier, his tongue flicking in the right places and being completely merciless with every lash on your clit. How is it that both of these fools are so good at eating pussy? 

Bakugou has an iron grip on your hips, keeping you still despite yearning to grind into him. He makes you take all of it. “Oh, my God!” you gasp as if seeing the Heavenly Father himself. 

“Fuck, Eji!” Mina moans from beside you. “S-so…so good!” You turn to her, watching as Kiri laps at her cunt eagerly while Mina throws her ass back into his face. “Mmm-hmm,” he encourages her, his voice slightly muffled. “Grind those hips into me, baby girl. Give me everything.” 

You’re so into watching them that you don’t even realize you’re squirming in Bakugou’s iron-like grasp. “Stop squirming,” he growls in a warning. “Or I’ll have to pin those legs down.” You look back at him then, a boldness flooding through you that you didn’t have before. “Oh, yeah?” you challenge him. “You can if you want.” 

The pro looks up at you then, raising an eyebrow in surprise at your request. When your playful smile doesn’t leave your lips, his eyes darken. “Oh, you’re just begging for me to fuck you up,” he chuckles. 

Before you realize what’s happening, he’s flipping you onto your back and moving between your open thighs that he pins far away from each other. 

“Hope you stretched, mama,” he cackles before diving into your pussy again. You saw the stars before, but now you’re seeing the entire fucking galaxy with the way his tongue twirls and swirls in your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit. “Oh, s-shit!” you shout, losing your shit. “Katsuki, fuck!” 

Bakugou chuckles into your pussy, each word punctuated by the flick of his tongue. “Yeah?” he teases. “Feelin’ good now, right? Make you not wanna leave.” He keeps his hands on your thighs, pinning them back despite your body screaming to be free. Being completely at his mercy and Mina at Kiri’s brings you to your peak again and your moans become higher, louder. 

Bakugou takes notice and moves his mouth away from your pussy only to begin rubbing your clit. “You wanna cum?” he growls. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let your girl and Kiri see how good of a girl you are for me.” 

“Oooh, I think this good girl is close too,” Kiri chuckles from behind Mina. “Think we can make ‘em cum at the same time?” He gives Bakugou a mischievous look. Bakugou returns it, a smirk on his face. “We could damn well try,” he laughs before sticking his tongue inside you again, giving you a long lick from your asshole up to your pussy. “Cum all over my face, baby,” he coos to you. “I fuckin’ need it. Do it now.” 

They must be sharing the same mouth because you and Mina successfully cum in unison, a chorus of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you gush all over Bakugou and Kiri’s faces. You feel like you’re soaring as your orgasm overtakes your body, leaving your pussy aching and your clit throbbing. Even so, Bakugou continues to lap at your cunt, cleaning you up. 

You pant heavily and whimper at the sweet torture. “’Suki, wait,” you protest weakly, grasping at his shoulders. “Please…t-too much! Can’t…can’t…” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your tongues curling around Bakugou’s head. 

Finally, he pulls away, lips shining with your cum. “That’s what you get for wearing that damn dress…and this thing here.” He proceeds to take your soaked thong down your shaky legs, giving you a grin. “I’m keepin’ this, but if you act right, I’ll buy you a new one.” 

You’re too tired to argue or lecture him, the after-effects of your orgasm setting in. Mina lies beside you, just as spent. “Wow,” she sighs. “That was amazing!” She turns to you, eyes loving. “You were amazing.” You smile and bring her hand to your lips, pecking it softly. 

“You both were amazing,” Kiri groans, still on his knees. “You both looked so good cumming for us like that! Fuck, it made me so hard!” Your eyes trail farther down and you can clearly see that he’s begun to stroke himself underneath his briefs, his jeans unbuckled and unzipped. 

Bakugou cackles at him. “Needy slut! Can’t even stop himself from stroking himself off.” Kiri pays him no mind–his attention is all on you and Mina. Seeing his muscular arm moving up and down over his dick excites you, and you find yourself wanting to see what lies underneath for yourself. 

Slowly, you sit up and give the redhead a less-than-innocent smile. “Need some help?” you purr. Both your girlfriend and the pro couple stare at you, shocked at your question and the seductive undertone in your voice. Your personality has completely flipped a switch, going from unsure and hesitant to a full-on sex siren. Even the sudden switch surprises you, but a good orgasm will do that to you. 

Kiri stands up, his pants still unbuckled. “You sure, babe?” he asks, sounding unsure. “You don’t have to do this just because I pleased you. I could just…oh, fuck…”

His words turn into soft, surprised moans when your hand reaches out to cup him through his briefs. And damn, he’s big! You can feel how thick his shaft is through the thin Calvin Klein underwear, and you desperately want to see how your hand looks wrapped around it…or maybe your two hands in this case. With how thick and fat Kiri’s dick is, you can barely fit your hand around it now. 

Mina giggles as she watches you stroke the redhead, sitting up on her knees now. “There’s your answer, Eji,” she coos, hunger in her eyes. “Does her hand feel good?” Kiri is staring down at your hand, absolutely losing his shit at the sight. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters out, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Really, really good.” 

His eyes close and his head leans back, exposing his thick neck that you just want to pepper in kiss. 

Bakugou stands too and tugs on your hair twice. “Damn perv,” he growls. “Didn’t even get his shirt off yet.” 

You’re now realizing that yes, you didn’t even strip Kiri out of his clothes before going straight for his cock. ‘Shit, maybe I am a slut,’ you think, shook. Mina cuddles up next to you, putting her juicy lips to your ear. “Grumpy pants isn’t naked either,” she purrs into your ear, nodding at Bakugou. “Wanna help me change that, pretty girl?” 

You gnaw at your bottom lip and nod, doing your best to soothe the throbbing of your pussy by clamping your thighs together. Without another brief minute of hesitation, the two of you coax the pros forward and begin to help them strip. Kiri lets you take the reins, watching you through hooded eyes as you strip him of his shirt. Meanwhile, Bakugou is impatient and growly, snatching his shirt off as Mina watches, laughing. 

You can’t help but admire their bodies once they’re completely bare, all of their clothes now tossed on the floor. Kiri is by far more buffer than Bakugou, but both men have their fair share of impressive muscles–nothing but abs, biceps, and muscular, thick thighs that look like they could all be carved from stone. Tanned skin inked in tattoos stretch across their muscles, glowing in the warm lamplight that adorns their brown nipples that your mouth waters to suck. 

Speaking of suck, you’re aching to suck on two other things that swing between Kiri and Bakugou’s thighs that could definitely crush watermelons. Your eyes drift down their smooth, toned stomachs and V-lines to their dicks, drinking in each intricate detail. 

Bakugou’s cock is a bit longer and curves upward, the shaft a toasted brown compared to his normal skin tone. He keeps his pubic area smooth, including his lower stomach and heavy balls that swing below his dick. The pink head of his cock dribbles with precum that your tastebuds are dying to try. 

Kiri’s cock is much thicker and veinier, some of which you want to run your tongue along. In contrast to Bakugou, Kiri has trimmed pubics and a happy trail sinewy in fine, black hair that you think is all so unbelievably sexy. His cockhead is a little bit darker than Bakugou’s in terms of color, but the way it drips in precum is all the more appetizing. 

You stare at both monsters in awe, unable to take your eyes off them. Excitement and fear mix together in your stomach. How the fuck are you going to fit either of them in your mouth? Or what about your pussy? Could they even fit? Mina giggles beside you and playfully tickles your chin. “Wipe your drool, hon. Save that for Kiri’s cock.” 

Your eyes flick from Kiri’s dick to his face, finding him smirking down at you. “Go ahead, baby girl. I’m all yours.” Your eyes flicker back down to his cock, pulsing and throbbing for you. His smirk fades, replaced with a concerned expression. “You good?” he asks softly. “Think you can take it?” 

Your eyes stare back down at his third leg presented to you like a present. You haven’t sucked a dick since you met Mina, but you can’t be that rusty with your skills. So you give Kiri a reassuring smile and a wink. “Absolutely,” you purr. “Come here, daddy.” 

The nickname causes a switch to flip behind Kiri’s eyes. He wastes no time coming closer so you can get a better grip on him. After giving your hands a generous lick (because stroking Kiri’s dick takes two hands), you begin to slowly stroke him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth. 

You start off slow, giving kitten licks along his dickhead and hollowing your cheeks as you suck around the head, stroking the rest that you can’t fit into your mouth. Kiri is feeling good, his eyes hooded and his hand in your hair. “Ah, fuck, yes!” he groans, loud and unabashed. “Just like that, baby. Ease into it, nice and slow…” You pop off of him with a wet pop! Before sticking your tongue out for him, slapping his dick on the flat part of your tongue before sucking him back into your mouth. He watches you, the lust in his eyes making you wetter. “Think you can take me deeper, mama?” he breathlessly asks. “Can I please fuck your pretty face?” 

You nod, his dick still in your mouth. The vibrations of you bobbing your head make him moan. “Just tap my thigh twice if you need to breathe, three times if you want me to stop, okay?” You nod once more, committing the meanings to memory. “Open your throat for me then,” he grunts, already sliding his dick in farther. You do as you’re told, opening your throat like you’re about to yawn. 

Oh, my God. The man is thicker than thick! Your mouth and throat stretch around him the farther he goes, making your jaw ache and your eyes burn with unshed tears. “Just like that, baby girl,” Kiri grunts through gritted teeth. “Just…a little…deeper…” You don’t know how much deeper he can go until he finally hits the back of your throat. You feel him there and gag, your throat constricting around his girth. 

“Good girl!” Kiri coos before he slowly begins to bump his hips into your face, his balls lightly hitting your chin. Your hands go to his thighs, ready to tap him if necessary. But already you’re getting used to him in your throat, even beginning to breathe through your nostrils with every thrust. 

Mina watches you in awe, her hand slipping between her pink thighs to play with her even-pinker pussy. “Wow, babe,” she sighs. “You took him so well.” Bakugou stands before her, dick lightly slapping her face. “Hey,” he growls impatiently. “Stop gawking at her and take care of the dick you got right in front of you.” 

He slaps her chin again with his dick, earning a slutty little giggle from her. “Yes, daddy,” she purrs before taking him by the base and wrapping her lips around him. Though you’re conscious of Kiri still fucking your throat, you can’t take your eyes off of Bakugou and his hand wrapped in your girlfriend’s pink curls as he fucks her pretty mouth. 

“Take me deeper, c’mon,” he growls down at her. “You wanted this, right?” A gurgling sound leaves Mina’s mouth as he sinks in deeper, groaning at the feeling. “That’s a good slut. Bet you were fiending for this dick, hm?” As he begins to rock his hips into Mina’s mouth, he glances at you, his eyes hooded and lust-blown. “I bet you were too, baby. Don’t worry; you’ll get a taste of it soon.” 

Kiri cackles breathlessly above you, still thrusting into your mouth. “Fuck if you will,” he huffs. “This cutie’s throat is just too good! I could get addicted to this shit.” Pleased that you’re making him feel so good, you begin to gag on his cock, his cockhead gliding in and out of your throat as he thrusts. 

Kiri throws his head back, showing you the column of his throat. “So…fucking…good!” he whines to the ceiling. “Keep this up, babe, and you’ll make me cum.” Your stomach jumps in anticipation for that moment, wanting to take every ounce he gives you. 

But when he suddenly slides his dick out of your throat, leaving it slightly raw and your jaw aching, you realize he has a different plan. “But not yet. I still need to try Mina.” He smirks at Bakugou, his hard cock wet with your saliva. “Wanna switch?” 

Bakugou still has his dick down Mina’s throat when he turns to Kiri, eyeing you as he weighs his options. Then he slips his cock out of Mina’s mouth. “Move out the way,” he demands as he pushes Kiri over, taking his spot. Suddenly, his thick, veiny cock, wet with your girlfriend’s saliva, is hanging in front of you. “Open up, mama,” he coos, taking his shaft into his hand and feeding you his cock. 

As his head touches your lips, your mouth opens instinctively. He slides in slow but doesn’t give you time to adjust either. You gag and choke around his cock, trying to take his girth as much as you can. “Breathe through your nose, baby girl,” he breathlessly coos. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.” 

The praise ignites a fire in you, and you find yourself moving your hand to trail up his thigh to his heavy balls. Bakugou notices, scowling at his thrusts in your mouth pause. “What are you–” His question is silenced when you begin to gently fondle his balls, a gasp leaving his lips. 

Kiri laughs from beside him, his cock deep down Mina’s throat. “Took the words right outta his mouth, babe. Listen to those flustered lil’ moans!” Bakugou growls, flustered. “Shut up!” he barks. “I-I’m not…oh, fuck!” You have begun to suck on his balls instead of his cock now, taking your time to curl your tongue around the heavy sacks. 

“He loves it when I do that too,” Kiri snickers off to the side. “You’ll make him cum in no time.” And you want to. God, do you want to make him explode! 

But Bakugou isn’t having it. He rips himself away from you, his dick and balls wet with your spit. His vermillion eyes are filled with lust and a heated promise that makes your stomach flip. “Now you’re really gonna get it, you little tease. Get on your back. Now.” His tone is strict and deep, not up for the BS. 

It takes your brain some time to process what he just said, the fog of gagging on dick beginning to clear. Bakugou fixes you with a stare, looking impatient and daring you to refuse his order. You have no choice but to do as he says. You begin to move out of your position on your knees, but Bakugou takes a hold of you and positions you onto your back instead, making you squeak in surprise. “You were too slow,” he says matter-of-factly. 

Kiri slides his dick out of Mina’s throat, making her gasp. “Oooh, you girls got him riled up,” he snickers teasingly. “You ready for the main event now? I promise we’ll make it last.” Mina stares up at him, looking winded with spit all over her mouth. Still, she gives him a nod. 

“Lay down right here then,” Kiri instructs her, helping her lie horizontally on the big ass couch so her legs are thrown over the arm. Bakugou does the same for you, laying you down next to Mina so you’re now lying side by side. “Now you can see your girl getting fucked,” Kiri coos, a mischievous, lustful twinkle in his eye. 

Bakugou’s hands shoot out to wrap around both your and Mina’s throats–not enough to hurt, but just enough to feel it. “Our girl,” he corrects Kiri but looks dead at the both of you. “You sluts are ours now. I hope you know that.” 

A delicious shiver runs through your body. You want to be their girl, for however long they want you. 

“So why don’t you show us, daddy?” Mina purrs, batting her lashes up at the blonde. “Make sure we don’t forget.” 

Bakugou smirks down at her, running his thumb over her plump bottom lip. “Oh, baby girl, I’m planning on it.” Kiri suddenly jumps away from the couch, moving towards the steps. “Shit, we need condoms.” 

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt, practically trembling in anticipation. You don’t want to waste any more time. You want them now. “I’m on too,” Mina adds. Both pros gape at you for a moment, not believing their luck. 

“Say no more,” Bakugou softly growls. “You’re wet enough, too. Staining up my couch…” His fingers trail across your quivering, wet pussy lips, making you whimper. “Needy slut. You’re gonna pay for that and that shit you pulled sucking my balls.” 

You smirk up at him. “You liked it,” you giggle only to be silenced when Bakugou throws your legs wide open for him. “And you’ll like this,” he promises, lining his dick up with your entrance. Kiri does the same to Mina, her pink legs thrown over his broad shoulders. “Let’s do it at the same time,” he softly growls. Bakugou nods, waiting for the count. “On three…two…one.” 

And then finally, they’re easing into you and your girlfriend. They go slow, taking their sweet time to allow you to get used to them. As soon as Bakugou’s head enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid Bakugou feels snuggled up in your pussy. 

The ash blonde looks down at you, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay, mama?” he asks, caressing your cheek. “Can I go a little deeper? Think you can take more of me?” 

He doesn’t move without your permission, staying still despite you feeling him tremble from holding back. You nod, bracing yourself by gripping his forearms. “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” you assure him. Taking that as a yes, he begins to enter you a bit more, giving you inch after inch of his cock. 

Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into the couch cushion. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched and you’re glad for the first orgasm you got because it makes it easier. 

Swallowing, you adjust your hips and moan weakly at the friction. “O-Okay,” you softly stutter out. “That’s good for now. You can start moving.” 

Bakugou nods and begins to slowly rock his hips into you, his eyes drinking in your body’s language. Gradually, you begin to adjust to his size and the pleasure starts to build. Especially when his pelvis rubs against your clit. “That feel good, baby?” he asks you, grinning cheekily at your embarrassing facial expressions. 

“So…so good,” you breathlessly reply. “You’re stretching me so…oh, my god, Katsuki!” You can’t even focus on one coherent thought because he’s so deep, touching every single tingling, sensitive part of your insides. Sparks of pleasure from your clit course through your body every time he thrusts, his pelvis rubbing up against the sensitive little bud. 

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he snickers, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he rocks and grinds into you. His pretty face is screwed in ecstasy, brows furrowed and skin glinting in sweat you want to lick off. “You feel so good, baby girl. So tight…so fuckin’ wet…” 

“Fuck, Eji!” 

You turn to look at Mina, finding one leg bent up to her chest as Kiri pounds into her, his red locks of hair falling around his face. “That’s what you get for tryna tease me,” he huffs, smacking her outer thigh. “Little slut. You think you can do that in my house, hm?” 

He smacks her thigh again, making her whine and writhe against his merciless hips pistoning into her pussy. Kiri is so big on top of her, practically covering her as he fucks her into the couch. Combined with the sounds of her moans mixed with skin slapping against skin, this sight is better than porn to you. 

“Hey; eyes on me, sweetie.” Bakugou forces you to look at him by gripping your chin and turning your face to look up at him. “Bet you like seeing your girlfriend get fucked by my boyfriend. Think she’d like seeing you get fucked into the couch by me?” He takes both of his big hands and spreads your legs wider, causing him to sink deeper inside of you. A loud moan leaves your lips once he bottoms out, your pussy clenching around him. 

“Bet you’ve dreamed about this,” he growls to you. “Bet you wanted to get slutted out on my dick for so long. Bet you couldn’t wait for tonight. All that shy shit was just a front, wasn’t it?” He leans down toward you, his nose grazing yours. “Wasn’t it?” he repeats, his hand circling your throat. 

“Yes!” you choke out, gone from the pleasure. “Fuck, ‘Suki, yes!” You’ve never felt like this before: so gone. Your eyes are closed and your mind is completely blank from the blinding pleasure you feel, each wave much bigger than the one before and washing over you. 

Kiri chuckles from beside you, still fucking Mina into the couch. “Look at how pretty your girl looks on Katsuki’s cock, babe. Look at that face! She’s loving every minute of this.” 

You wish you could muster the strength to look dead into your girlfriend’s eyes, but you can’t. The pleasure is just too good, and it’s starting to reach a deafening crescendo. You can feel it building in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. “Gonna cum!” you practically sob, your head thrown back against the couch. 

“Me too!” Mina whimpers near your ear. “Kiri just feels too good inside me.” You can hear the squelches of Kiri’s cock pounding into her wet pussy, egging on your oncoming orgasm…or is that sound coming from you and Bakugou? You can’t tell anymore. Your mind is dizzy with ecstasy. 

“Already?” Bakugou chuckles in disbelief. “Needy cumsluts. Can’t resist cumming on some good dick.” He presses his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick is hitting that spot that has you seeing the entire galaxy behind your eyelids. “Fuckin’ cum for me,” he demands. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Cum all over that dick.”  

And you listen. Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that chord snaps. You unravel, cumming all over Bakugou’s dick. “You sound so good, babe,” Mina gasps, reaching her peak too. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” When she finally does, it’s high-pitched and loud, the sound equivalent to a Mariah Carey high note. 

She cums right alongside you, both of you losing your minds as you cream all over Bakugou and Kiri’s cocks buried deep inside of you. Bakugou talks you through it, telling you how good of a girl you are as he strokes your outer thighs. When the orgasm finally fades, it leaves you breathless and tired. 

“How was that, hm?” the blonde coos. “Speechless?” 

You weakly nod, unable to speak. Bakugou cackles down at you, giving you a kiss on your chin. 

“Well, find your words quick ‘cause shitty hair still needs some too.” Your eyes pop open, staring up at him in shock. An evil smirk curls onto his lips. “What? You thought tonight was done? No, no, cutie. My dick ain’t the only one here.” 

You look over at Kiri who is still just as hard, his cock coated in Mina’s cream. “I’ll let you recover first. Katsuki’s so rough, isn’t he?” He tuts in disapproval at his boyfriend’s antics. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll only be as rough as you want me to be.” 

Mina’s content sighs are a testament to this, her entire face coated in satisfaction. “That was amazing, Eji,” she sighs. Bakugou sucks his teeth as he and Kiri switch spots. “Not as amazing as I’m gonna be,” he promises, fixing Mina with a lust-filled stare.   

Kiri eyes him up and down. “Oh, is that a challenge, baby boy?” he hums, a twinkle in his eye. “I’d like to see you try to one-up me. Maybe we can see which one cums the hardest.” Bakugou doesn’t have to verbally respond to let his boyfriend know he’s got himself a challenge. The gritty look in his eye says everything. 

Which means you and Mina are in for it. 

Kiri moves between your legs, his gaze adoring but hungry, like you’re the cutest cake he has ever seen. “Lay back, mama,” he coos, gently pressing you down onto the couch. “I wanna see you watch your girl get fucked into oblivion. Look into her eyes…look at that pretty face.” 

You turn to look at Mina, finding her already staring at you. She looks so beautiful to you now: her eyes hazy and hooded with pleasure; her pink curls a teased mess from being gripped; her lips plump and kissed raw. Warmth zips through your stomach to your cunt as you picture what is about to come. You don’t get a warning when Kiri suddenly slides inside of your sensitive, aching pussy at the same time as Bakugou does Mina. 

Both of you react with long moans, the fact that you’re both experiencing the same pleasure that much hotter to you. Kiri stares down at you, his lips parted and eyes starved, as he fills you to the brim with his cock. Your pussy quivers and trembles around him, signaling that it won’t be too long until you reach your end. 

“How’s Kiri feel?” Mina breathlessly asks, her legs pinned up to her chest by Bakugou. He is buried to the hilt inside of her, his pelvis pressed thrush to her stomach. He begins to rock his hips into her, not even giving her enough time to hear your reply as she starts whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. 

“A-Amazing!” you stutter through a gasp, earning a proud giggle from Kiri. “How’s he feel?” You tick your eyes up to Bakugou who is currently railing your girlfriend. “Can’t you tell by that stupid ass expression?” he cackles, earning a whine of protest from your girlfriend. “I’m fuckin’ her brains out.” 

And he is, judging from Mina’s face. Her eyes are nothing more than slits and her mouth is parted on breathless gasps and moans that slip from her pretty, plump lips. With every thrust Bakugou gives her, her gorgeous, pink tits jiggle and her painted toes curl. Your girl is gone, and you’re loving every minute of it. Seeing Bakugou and Kiri–such big, big guys–fuck the shit out of your petite girlfriend and absolutely turn her out is a fantasy you never knew you had. 

“You’re so cute,” you whimper pitifully. “I love watching him fuck you.” A smile curls onto Mina’s lips. “And I love watching him fuck you,” she giggles. “You’re such a good girl, taking them so well, stretched out on those dicks. Just look at this pretty little pussy.” 

Her eyes trail down to your pussy stretched out around Kiri’s cock that is stroking your walls so good. Kiri must agree from the way he’s gripping your hips and wailing in pleasure. The guy won’t shut the fuck up about how good you feel. “Fuck!” he whines, his noises making you wetter. “You’re making me so good, babe! You feel better than I ever dreamed you’d feel!” 

Bakugou smirks at his boyfriend, a devious look on his face. “Getting loud, hm?” he chuckles. “Guess I’ll have to quiet you down.” He takes hold of Kiri by his neck and yanks him in, smashing his lips against the redhead’s.

You and Mina watch in awe as the two pros make out above you, their tongues swirling against each other’s and muffled moans slipping from their mouths. Mina touches herself at the sight, pinching the dark pink peaks of her nipples. “Fuck, that’s so hot!” she whines. 

Bakugou pulls away from a blushing Kiri, a strand of saliva between their plump bottom lips. “Don’t think you two don’t get the same treatment, cutie,” he huffs before swooping down to plant one on Mina. 

Kiri does the same to you, planting the same passionate, rough kiss on your mouth that bruises your lips and gives your chin rugburn from his stubble rubbing against your skin. “You’re ours now,” he murmurs against your lips. We’re never, ever gonna let you go now.” 

You whimper pitifully at his words, your pussy gushing and clenching around him. You want to be theirs. Everything inside of you is screaming “yes, yes, make me yours!” 

Bakugou pulls away from Mina and holds her down, proceeding to rut his hips into her again, and again, and again. “Only we get to fuck you stupid like this,” he huffs. “Fuck you in every fuckin’ piece of furniture in this bitch until you get that you’re ours. No one will ever make you feel like this, you hear me?” 

“Y-Yes!” Mina shrieks in ecstasy, her eyes screwed tight as a third orgasm begins to reach its peak. “Fuck, ‘Suki, I’m gonna cum again! Gonna cum all over your dick!” She starts grinding her hips up into Bakugou’s, desperate to meet that end. Watching her makes you want to cum too. You can feel that knot in your core about to snap. 

Your pussy walls clench around Kiri’s dick as your orgasm begins to approach like a rollercoaster cart quickly approaching that hill on the track before the dramatic and thrilling drop. The handsome redhead swoops down to your ear, the scent of wine and mint on his tongue. “You close too, darlin’?” he coos into your ear. “C’mon, don’t tell me that voice is shot now. Let out that voice for me, mama.” 

His hips snap against yours again and again, turning your quivering pussy into absolute mush around his cock. You grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you into the couch, determined to make your orgasm come even quicker. Gasps and moans leave your lips, your breath catching in your throat from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. “F-Fuck, K-Kiri!” you stutter in time with his thrusts. “So…s-so good! Gonna cum!” 

Kiri is sweet with his words, coaxing you to finally cum rather than ordering you to do so: “Cum all over this dick, baby, c’mon,” he coos. “Be good girl for me and cum all over me. I’ve got you.” 

Meanwhile, Bakugou is rougher, ordering Mina to finally come undone with his hand still around her throat: “Cum for me, you pretty little slut!” he demands loudly. “Fuckin’ give it to me!” 

Like you share the same body, you and Mina cum at the same time once again. You clench around Kiri’s cock at the same time she clenches around Bakugou’s and cream all over them. Your voices echo across the large living room, probably alerting neighbors and people miles away of your orgasms that hit you like tidal waves.

You see the galaxy behind your eyelids as you dig your nails into Kiri’s shoulders, warm waves of pleasure rolling through your body that don’t stop as Kiri continues to pound into your pussy, chasing his own release. “I-I’m close, gorgeous,” he softly warns you. “Where do you want me to–?” 

“Inside me!” you beg, looking into those pools of treasured rubies that stare right back down at you. “Please, please cum inside of me, Eji!” Mina cries over Bakugou’s loud grunts and moans of ecstasy fom beside you. “Me too!” she shouts, gripping Bakugou’s forearms as he jackhammers inside of her. “Cum deep inside of me, daddy. I wanna feel you.” 

Bakugou and Kiri share the same devious, lustful expression, still fucking you and Mina at the same merciful, breakneck space. “You’ve fuckin’ got it then,” he grunts. “And you’d better take all of it.” 

And you do. When Kiri finally reaches his climax with a loud whine of the word “fuck” that makes your clit jump, you take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy.

You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and gasp at the feeling coursing through your body. Bakugou does the same, holding Mina’s legs up as he shoots his load deep inside of her, filling her to the brim with a whine that sounds so unlike him. 

Kiri’s hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over for you yet. His cock is still hard and he pumps it above you, staring down at you like he wants to eat you up. Bakugou does the same, standing on his knees over Mina, his dick in her face. “Not done yet,” he growls. “C’mere. Eyes on me, tongue out.” 

Kiri crooks his finger toward you, smirking. “You too, pretty girl. Let me see that face.” 

You and Mina slowly move onto your knees like obedient, good girls, though feeling tired and spent from being fucked into oblivion. As Bakugou instructed, you both lift your chins, stick your tongues out, and stare deep into the eyes of the pros as they pump the rest of their nut in your face. As soon as Kiri’s cum splashes onto the skin on your face, you instinctively close your eyes. His nut also coats your tongue and tits, marking you completely as his now. 

Bakugou does the same to Mina, coating her mouth and pretty face in his cum until she’s dripping with it. Once they are finally drained of everything they have, Bakugou and Kiri move quick with beginning the process of aftercare. First, they fetch some towels and water for you and Mina to wipe the cum off of your skin and quench your thirst. 

Then it’s oil massages. They use a specific type on you to soothe aching muscles that smells like passionfruit and mango. The scent relaxes you, making you feel like you’re drifting away to a tropical island, as you find yourself on your back with Bakugou’s fingers caressing your skin and massaging your calves and feet. Kiri does the same to Mina, taking his sweet time and paying attention to her reactions to every move he makes. “Just relax, ladies,” Kiri coos, smiling at Mina’s content expression. “Fall asleep if you want to. I know it feels good.” 

Mina hums in agreement as your eyes flutter closed, too drained from the sex and relaxed from Bakugou’s careful yet wonderful hands. You can just about drift off to sleep as he continues to massage every part of your body, his eyes trained on your face and drinking in every single soft moan, mewl, or gasp you make.

When the massage is finally over and you’re slick with oil, your muscles feel heavy and sleep is invading your space. Mina looks like sleep is kicking her ass too as she snuggles up next to you, her perfume mingled with Kiri and Bakugou’s cologne.

 The mingled scents radiating off of your girlfriend’s skin remind you of what just transpired: your very first foursome. And it’s indescribable how amazing it was.

“That was…oh, my God,” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Mina giggles beside you. “Agreed,” she hums happily. She picks her head up to stare down at you, her fist propped up under her chin. “Was that everything you dreamed it’d be, babe?” 

You gaze up at her and are reminded of how deeply you love her. The fact that she went out of her way to plan all of this for you makes you want to give her all the orgasms she deserves. You lean up to kiss her, taking her by surprise. “Everything and more,” you murmur against her hips. 

“We’re so happy to hear that, honey,” Kiri sighs from beside Mina, sounding happy but exhausted. “I’d ask for a round two, but shit, you both tuckered me out.” He stretches his big arms and yawns, making Bakugou snicker from beside you at the end of the couch. “Weak,” he cackles. 

Your own yawn exits your mouth, signaling your need for sleep too. Mina is practically out of it, her eyes hooded. “Looks like you both could use some shut-eye,” Kiri chuckles. “Come here, girls; I’m sure this couch is big enough for a group cuddle.” You hum in contentment as Kiri sandwiches Mina between his and your bodies, one of his tattooed arms slinging over her to reach you. He looks over at Bakugou, smirking. “Don’t act like you don’t want in on this good shit, Kats. Or would you rather I have these two cuties all to myself?” 

Those teasing words are enough to get Bakugou to bite the bait. He grumbles as he scoots in next to you, his warm, muscular body pressed to yours. You turn over to press your face into his chest which he welcomes, even kissing your forehead. A sleepy, happy smile grows on your lips at the warm, fuzzy feeling curling inside of your core. It’s happiness. 

“I love this,” you sleepily murmur. “I could get used to this…all of us bein’ like this.” You’re so out of it that you don’t even realize what you’re implying until Mina brings it up. “You mean dating?” she curiously asks. “All four of us?” 

His utter confusion makes you open your eyes and embarrassment sets in. This isn’t something you talked about with them or even brought up. Tonight was just about sex. Now you’re bringing up dating?

“Would you want that?” Bakugou asks, looking down at you. His eyes tell you not to play any games about it either. 

Silence settles upon you, making you feel even worse. Of course, you had to go and ruin such an amazing moment of bliss with your stupid fantasy. But you also know that these three don’t deserve the BS, so you sit up and conjure the willpower to be real with them. But before you can even speak, Kiri beats you to it. 

“I know I certainly would, and I can definitely vouch for the hothead too when I say that we’d want nothing more than to have you cuties all to ourselves.” 

Your eyes widen at him, shocked at his response. “R-Really?” you stutter, shocked at how easy this is. “So you wouldn’t mind if we all dated? It wouldn’t be weird or–” 

“Shut up,” Bakugou firmly interjects, pulling you back down to lay next to him. “We wouldn’t have invited your ass over here if we didn’t want that. It ain’t just a booty call for us. If it was, you two would’ve been out the door as soon as we finished.” 

“And there’d be no cuddling,” Kiri snickers, nuzzling Mina’s shoulder. “But i’s all up to you two girls. If you want us, we’re all yours, but if not–” 

“Are you kidding me?” you gasp, a joyful laugh leaving your lips. “It’s like you all stepped right out of my wettest dreams! Why wouldn’t I want you three?” Mina laughs at your words, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Well, that’s an enthusiastic yes if I didn’t know any better,” she giggles. “Don’t just lay there, boys: give your girls some love!” 

Bakugou and Kiri don’t need to be told twice. Both of them plant kisses all over your and Mina’s faces, their arms wrapping around you and squeezing you both until you’re squealing with laughter. You’re filled with so much happiness that you could burst. The rest of the night goes on with soft touches and caresses from all four of you across each other’s skin, chaste kisses shared between you. 

Finally, when sleeps comes for you, you snuggle into Bakugou’s chest as he snores, one arm thrown over his eyes while the other lies above you and Mina who is deep in sleep, her lips parted on tiny mewls that slip from her pink lips. Kiri lies on Mina’s side, his muscular back facing you. Both of your men sandwich you and Mina, protecting their girls even in slumber. 

You smile to yourself in the darkness as you drift off into your dreams of your three amazing partners, thanking your lucky stars for such a wonderful turn of events. You don’t care what happens tomorrow or what comes next. Because whatever it is, whether it be good, bad, or somewhere in between, you’ll have them. And that is all you’ve wanted. 

And so you sleep. 

THE END.

[cheezbites]

Dating Gaz

✎: expect more gaz content from me bbs!!💕😘

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

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Bf!Gaz kills the spiders around the house for you... evilly. He’d catch them, squash it in a tissue, and just as he’s about to toss it in the bin, he’d playfully chase you around with it before actually throwing it away, leaving you locked away in your bathroom, over exaggeratively heaving with your knees to your chest.

Bf!Gaz loves teasing you, it’s just another one of those things you need to get used to. You accidentally made a big spill in the kitchen, resulting in Gaz teasing you before helping you clean it up. In the midst of his laughter, you retorted with a playful “Shut up,” as your face flushed.

“Make me,” he replied, still as smug and cocky as ever.

And in that moment you remembered something very important - he’s ticklish.

“Okay,” you casually responded, steadily approaching him with an uncontainable grin. You made your move, tickled the life out of him and giggled at the sight of him suffering and practically dying - all from being tickled. He was clutching his stomach - the most tickle-sensitive area - whilst irrepressibly wheezing. You loved and grasped onto any opportunity to make or hear him laugh, it was all so pure and natural; melodic and fulfilling. You found yourself beaming at his chuckling.

Bf!Gaz doesn’t want his princess to lift a single muscle, he wants you to leave the harder jobs to him.

Today, you decided to be independent in building your desk from IKEA. You denied his volunteering each and every time to prove your ‘mechanical skills’:

“Y’sure you don’t need help?” Gaz asked, leaning on the doorway.

You didn’t answer for a moment as you were hyper-focusing on the manual with writing a few fonts too small, and you’re also sure the instructions are written in a foreign language.

“Yeah, I got it,” you replied, slightly unsure. Your confidence in the task at hand would deteriorate each time you denied his help. You were so used to him doing everything for you, you couldn’t help but feel bad and at least try give it a shot. He did make it seem effortless, after all.

“More power to you, princess.” He said, disappearing into the living room and leaving you to it.

He knew he would return a few seconds later just to watch this fabricated construction site like this was the most amusing thing. Random screw drivers were scattered across the floor, the manual was torn to pieces out of frustration, and you were defeatedly tugged at your hair before groaning. He passive aggressively cleared his throat, announcing his availability.

“I think can do it… I think,” you said, thinking you were getting somewhere by screwing some random, small metal thingy into a hole that it didn’t even fit before huffing exasperatedly.

“And how’s that going for ya?”

Bf!Gaz shows you off, if you love it or hate it - you’re his girl and the entire world’s going to know if he’s by your side. Either telling his boys about you, boldly wrapping his hand around your waist or taking an uncountable amount of pictures of you. He loved you, he was going to make sure everyone knew that. You were admittedly a bit nervous at being showered in his constant attention and affection, but you eventually grew used to it.

Bf!Gaz is the ‘human dumpster’ of the relationship. Either if you’re dining out or having dinner, the moment you utter a “Babe, ‘m too full to finish my food,” he grabs your plate and laps it up for you.

“Are you sure you’re going to finish all that?” Gaz asked, watching you walk into the living room with a platter full of nachos and guacamole for movie night.

“Duhh,” you replied, earning an unsure look from Gaz in return. And as predicted, you were full after popping only a few of them in your mouth. You already had dinner before this uncontrollable nacho craving. You don’t know what made you act on it but it surely was a dumb decision and Gaz saw this coming from a mile away.

He laughed before finishing them for you as you engulfed yourselves into some Netflix show you guys decided to put on.

There was also this one time where you unknowingly got some BBQ sauce on your inner thigh as you were eating. You were confused when you saw him crouching down before you and licking it off, making you laugh when you finally realised what he was doing and playfully nudging him off.

“What?” he chuckled, wiping the side of his face as some of the sauce somehow landed there, “can’t waste it, can I?”

(Bonus canon: We all know that ‘bad slice’ of bread that’s constantly avoided like the plague - the weirdly shaped final slice. He’d eat that one for you as he watched them linger whenever new packs of bread where bought. It always confuses him as to why you did this as they all tasted the same, anyways).

Bf!Gaz is used to you being all flirty with him, but he still falls for it merely every time. You catch him by surprise with how creative you can get with it at times:

“Is that seat taken?” you asked, walking up to him. He was in the living room, watching some rowdy football match. He only looked up at you confused and shrugged his shoulders, “…what seat?” Little did he know his confused expression was soon going to chance to a shocked and amused one.

You sat on his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, studying his facial expression to see if he caught onto your little joke. It took him a little while - but he got it soon enough.

Bf!Gaz playfully humps you or slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick anything up. And so one day, you returned the favour; doing the exact same thing to him when he bent over to pick something up. Don’t get me wrong - he was caught a little off guard by you full on humping him at first. But dry humping each other anytime either of you guys bent over was now your inside joke!! (How wholesome <3)

Bf!Gaz is used to being told what to do, mostly because decision making is a bit irrational. Like tell this man what to do and he’d listen for you, either with a “yes ma’am” or a jokey salute. And he better be expecting a “I’m not mad, just disappointed” from you whenever he does something really dumb.

Bf!Gaz uses your boobs like they’re plush pillows. Not always in a completely sexual way, it’s just his go to when you guys cuddle. Either gently laying on them or kneading them whilst you stroke his hair - he always simply put it as, “you can’t get this quality with regular pillows.” You could be laying on the couch and he’s suddenly on top of you and using them as pillows.

Bf!Gaz loves going out with you. The days where you spent all day exploring your city always start off with you guys doing something simple, like dining out. It expectedly transitions into visiting some place you’ve both been meaning to go, to having a picnic, to watching the sunset then stargazing.

Bf!Gaz makes you breakfast in bed. It’s always so delicious (and nutritious - can’t forget the nutrients). It’s an amazing way to start your morning, the bread’s toasted and buttered to perfection and he knows how to whip up a yummy smoothie. He’s a total health enthusiast so expect him to sneak some fruits in there, too. He makes those açai bowls alongside his breakfast if he has the time to. Give this man a random mix of fruits and he’d have a delicious smoothie ready for you both in no time. You’re so happy you have your own personal five star nutritionist and chef to bring you a healthy, amazing breakfast.

Bf!Gaz was your professional and personal coach when it came to the gym. He’d either get your water bottles, recommend techniques, help with your form and do anything to help you. Especially with him being in the military, he’s a great help.

Bf!Gaz does the most only to get a minute of your attention. You’d act as if you couldn’t hear him just to have his absolute lover boy of a man practically begging for you. He’d lift you upon your kitchen’s countertop and make you look at him before you both erupt into giggles and share yet another wholesome moment together.

Bf!Gaz’s body is littered in bite marks because of your unique love language; biting. Your drawn to the feeling of sinking your teeth onto his forearm out of pure boredom and just saying there like a clingy vampire.

“You having fun there?” he asked, surprisingly not moving his arm to interrupt your little ‘Dracula’ session. You only bit him harder in response to his rhetorical question.

“Ow.”

Bf!Gaz is a massive dog person, probably the biggest dog person you’ll ever meet. He knows every dog breed off by heart, blindfolded (and probably by only feeling their fur). His outgoing, extroverted personality doesn’t falter when he approaches people in dog parks to ask to pet their dogs. You guys are even considering adopting one and adding a cute, furry addition to the family.

Bf!Gaz left some of his shirts around while he was on leave, so you used them as your pillowcase whenever you missed him - which was practically all the time. He always smelt so good, and you get flashbacks to the fun, intimate and joyous memories you shared all from smelling a peace of fabric; it’s a win-win. You don’t know whatever body wash or cologne he was using but there’s something that’s so uniquely him that’s engulfed in his shirts. You having a better time sleeping when he’s the last thing on your mind before you sleep, and the first thing on your mind when you wake up.

*-.Masterlist.-*

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[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Cover Me

Summary: Life can be rough. Sometimes we just need to be reminded we aren’t alone.

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Crying, Comfort

Word Count: <1K

A/N: Hi loves! Channie is not my bias, but I got to writing and he just fit the narrative I had in mind. I hope yall enjoy! If you really want the feels listen to Cover Me x SKZ while reading. Barely proof read. It’s 4:30am I wrote this on my phone.

XO,Bibi 🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

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You hadn’t slept in days. You were concerned about the course of your life, and it was making you sick to your stomach. Everyone else seems to have figured it out while you’re scrambling for answers. You wanted to do so much it made you want to do nothing at all. You could feel yourself slipping away. Turning into a shell of the person you once were. You didn’t want to Christopher about it. He had enough on his plate. With your coming up, he was barely around. But even in his absence he noticed the change in you.

He comes home and finds you sitting on the couch. It’s 3 in the morning. He at least expected you to be in bed, if not sleeping. You don’t even acknowledge his presence completely lost in thought. “Hey, Sunshine.” He notices you jump a little before he steps into the room. “Hi.” You reply quietly. He takes a moment to look at you, and what he sees breaks his heart. He can stand to see the people he loves especially you, he believed wholeheartedly that you deserved all the happiness the world had to offer. “What’s going on?” he asks pulling you into his side. You take a shaky inhale. “What if, this is all I’ll ever be?” He looks down at you confused, “What do you mean?”. You shake your head, hoping the physical action will unscramble your thoughts. “You’re so successful, all your friends are successful. Then there’s me. I have no idea what I want to do with my life.”

Chris hugs you tighter and takes a deep breath before speaking. “Just because you haven’t figured out what you want to do with your life doesn’t mean you aren’t successful. Every day that you complete, no matter how you complete it, is a success. Don’t discredit yourself.” You nod taking in his words as he continues speaking. “There’s no right way to live your life. Everyone is winging it, no matter what it seems like. So you haven’t found your passion yet, that means your possibilities are unlimited. Don’t let that scare you, let it inspire you.” At this point you have tears running down your face and he can feel the soaking his shirt, but he doesn’t stop. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now. Take it one step at a time at your own pace. I’m here for you. Every step of the way.” You truly didn’t understand this man.

After a night full of work, you knew he was tired. But he stayed up with you to comfort you through your tears. He truly loved you differently than you’d ever been loved before. He looks down at you and asked you a question no one had ever taken the time to ask. “What do you need?” he looks down at you, eyes filled with love and compassion. You didn’t even think, you don’t know where the words came from. You looked at him through your tears, “For now, just cover me.” So he did. He held you as you cried, and when you were done he wiped your tears. There is no magic answer. There is no secret to the universe. There is only trying and failure, and the only true way to fail is to never try.

[sweetingseva]

Everything to Know About ACFTL ☺️💕📚

Hello, everyone!

With A Curse For True Love coming out next week, I thought maybe creating a compile list of what everything we will be expecting might be helpful to those who want a refresher.

However, if you don't want to be reminded of any of the details that have been shared and want to go in blind, that's cool, too!

All of the information that I have gathered has been from all of the IG AMA's stories, comments, replies, and some from podcasts.

Slight spoilers. Quick refresher below.

Stephanie hasn’t been nice writing this book, but let’s see if the torture is well worth it in the end.

There’s this scene that corresponds to these emoji: 🛏😮🩸🚪🩸🩸🩸😱🍎👑

There are three POVs: Evangeline, Jacks, and Apollo

The answer to why Jacks eat apples is in the book, but according to B&N site, we might get the answer to everything about him!

Q: is there a scene you’ve written that’s made you tear up? A: “So many scenes have made me cry—I don’t tear up, I sob, and writing this series has made me cry a lot more than the Caraval series 💘😭 But don’t be too scared—I’ve put a lot fun scenes in this book. Although, my defintion of fun is a little twisted. 🤭”

Q: Do you already have a favorite scene in “A Curse For True Love”? A: Usually I have favorites but with this book I love every scene. I keep telling my editor to let me know if I’ve gone too far with this story because I’ve had so much fun writing. I keep fearing I must be doing something wrong. 🖤”

There will be more LaLa and Chaos scenes, and apparently Stephanie has gotten carried away with them lol

There will be a few more scenes in the Hollow!!!! YAAYYY!

Her favorite scene has something to with these emojis: 🌳🫀🔥

Stephanie has cried the last time she had read ACFTL.

Q: what’s your favorite scene out of all the books in this series: A: “This is so tough. There’s a scene in CURSE that made me cry and it’s probaly my favorite 💔”

Q: can you tell us who the bonus content povs will be? A: “For B&N and Waterstones, the bonus content is in Eva’s POV. 🦊”

My speculation from the answer above, but this makes me think that the Owlcrate’s edition will be Jacks’s POV if not Evangeline’s.

Q: did u know how acftl would end early on? or did it change as you wrote it? A: “It changed! In January, I hit a wall with the book and after talking with my critique partner @/staceyleeauthor, I realized that I had taken the story in the wrong direction. So I went back, I rewrote, I changed the plot, and I changed a large portion of the ending. This is part of the reason why the book’s publication date was changed from Sept to Oct.”

Q: What three songs come to mind when you think of Evangeline and Jacks? A: “Ooh! It’s hard to pick just three. Here are a few that came to mind first: 1. The Archer by Taylor Swift, 2. You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift, 3. Religiously by Bailey Zimmerman”

Q: Do you pick the audiobook narrators for your books? A: “I did! @/macmillan.audio is wonderful. They’ve always given me a choice in narrators. The amazing @/rebeccasoleri has narrated all of my audiobooks (so she’s an easy choice). Then for ACFTL I got to choose a second narrator for the Jacks and Apollo chapters and he is also fantastic ❤️”

IMPORTANT TO KNOW ‼️: Q: are there actually multiple copies of acftl with different endings? A: “The book only has one official ending. Which I think is the best ending. However, there are three editions that bonus material in the form of 3 alternate epilogues. The books with bonus epilogues are: 1. Barnes and Noble/Indigo exlusive edition 2. the Waterstones exclusive, 3. the Owlcrate edition. P.S. These 3 bonus epilogues are not canon, they are just for fun! P.P.S. if you get all three, I recommend reading in the order that I shared in this post 😉”

The third map has new locations, along with old ones we have seen like: Merrywood Manor, Merrywood Village, Merrywood Forest, Wolf Hall, Ye Olde Brick Inn: Vacancy One Bed, The Phoenix Tree, Cursed Forest, Tree of Souls, and The Hunt.

ACFTL has 49 chapters with an epilogue. It only has one part titled, IV. Happily Ever After.

The dedication that was revealed says, “For anyone who’s ever hoped for a second chance.”

The tree on the front cover is very important.

ACFTL’s logline: Two villains, one girl, and a deadly battle for happily ever after.

The three words that Stephanie used to describe the book is: Heart-stealing, emotionally-devastating, and painfully romantic.

Stephanie shared the Pinterest board, which could be found here! Some very good hints in there!

The UK editions of ACFTL will have hidden covers. There are four of them and they are: an apple, Jacks’s dagger, a fox paw print, and a wolf in a flower crown.

Fairyloot edition has a special front and back cover that says, "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and The Prince of Hearts" and "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and Apollo Acadian."

Quotes Shared:

“Remember, Little Fox.”

“If you stop fighting, you lose.” His hand moved up to her throat and she felt the cool brush of his dagger against her skin. Evangeline went very still. “ Never imagine you’re safe.” The tip of his blade drew a line over her pulse. Her breath caught. She felt him smile against her jaw.

(Possible Quote) “You have no sense of self-preservation. If someone labeled a bottle with poison you would drink it. You take warnings as invitations. You can’t seem to stay away from all the things that will hurt you … like me.”

Evangeline needed something familiar, something to hold onto that would keep her from collapsing back to the ground. Apollo looked at her as if he wanted to be that. He made her think of a hero from a fairytale.

(Page 21) “No.” “No.” “No.” (Page 100) He wanted a piece of her. (Page 213) “You can’t just tie people up and whisk them to wherever you want them.”

Apollo hated apples.

He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.

“I’m glad you came.” “I’ll always come. Even when you don’t want me to.”

He wanted a piece of her. To keep her. To use her for later.

“What are you to me?” she asked. His eyes locked with hers. “Nothing.”

“Im the one who will never let anyone harm you again.”

“I’m your monster.”

He considered setting the room ablaze just so that he’d have a reason to pick her up and carry her out, to save her one last time, before he left her for good.

“This will hurt.”