#this why my word count keeps going up. bc of hole.

[corrosivesaints]

chat how many sex scenes are too many.

[hongcherry]

can't you, angel? || y.jh (m)

Jeonghan likes to see what he can get away with in public.

🍽 Pairing: boyfriend!Jeonghan x reader (f) 🍽 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+)/Smut, pwp/Non-idol au, established relationship 🍽 Warnings: Reader has she/her pronouns, wears a skirt, pet names (angel, baby), sexual acts in public (fingering, oral(m rec.)), dirty talk, slight degradation, choking on dik, cum swallowing, jeonghan's a lil mean 🍽 Word Count: 1.2k 🍽 Author’s Note: Written spontaneously bc I believe Jeonghan would 99.7% do this 🫡 plz overlook any errors

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One of Jeonghan’s many talents is appearing unfazed as he buries his fingers in your wet pussy in public.

You try not to squirm in your seat but his long, slender fingers feel so good stroking your walls.

“Hannie,” you whisper and grab his wrist to stop him.

He stills and finally looks at you.

“What?” he asks like he doesn’t have a clue why you’re so flustered.

“We’re gonna get caught,” you say.

He smiles prettily.

“Not if you stay silent. You can do that, can’t you, angel?” he asks condescendingly.

You bite your lip, unsure how to answer. However, you don’t need to when the waiter brings out your food.

Jeonghan’s fingers resume rubbing your spongy walls. Despite his slow and gentle movements, you still squeeze your legs together in an attempt to stay calm.

Jeonghan watches the waiter place the dishes down. He looks so wholesome with his kind eyes and polite smile.

“Thank you,” Jeonghan tells the waiter. He starts to slowly pump his fingers in and out.

The waiter nods. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”

Jeonghan hums in thought, fingers spreading apart gently to stretch your hole. Your eyes widen and you try so hard not to release the gasp you want to make. One hand clutches Jeonghan’s wrist again and the other on your thigh.

Jeonghan sees your big eyes and tilts his head. “Did you remember something, baby?”

Your eyes quickly dart to the waiter who looks at you expectantly. Unable to trust your voice, you force a smile and shake your head.

“Can you bring us more napkins?” Jeonghan asks. “She tends to get a little messy.”

You feel your body warm in embarrassment and realization of his true meaning. Though, the waiter, oblivious, chuckles.

“Sure, not a problem. I’ll be right back,” they say and leave the table.

Jeonghan, with his fingers spread, carefully eases out of your drenched pussy.

You almost sigh in relief thinking you’re safe, but he plunges them in again. He takes one glance around the busy restaurant and then rapidly pumps his fingers. He makes sure to keep his hand slightly away from your pelvis to not make a sound. However, you’re so wet that you can hear the squelching.

Just as you begin to push him away before someone hears, he stops. He keeps himself in your warmth and leans into your ear.

“I can feel you dripping down my hand,” he murmurs. “Making a mess just like I knew you would.”

“I’m close,” you whimper and squirm, hips bucking ever so slightly against his palm.

“I know you are, angel,” he coos. “Which is why I’m done.”

Before you can beg him not to stop, the waiter returns.

“Your napkins,” they announce.

“Thanks,” Jeonghan grins and takes them. He waits until they leave before slipping his fingers from your needy hole.

“Hannie,” you cry and stare at him with pleading eyes.

He smirks and brings one of his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucks it clean. The act is lewd, but people around you probably assume he’s removing sauce or crumbs. He uses a napkin to clean the rest of your wetness.

He hums in satisfaction. “All I want to do is toss you on the table and taste more of you.”

You inch closer and put a hand on his thigh.

“Let’s get our food to go and leave,” you offer. Your hand glides up to feel him under his pants. He’s hard and knowing that makes another wave of arousal wash over you.

Jeonghan guides your hand away and picks up his utensils.

“I rather save you for dessert,” he teases and takes a bite of his food.

How he’s able to act so nonchalant while you’re buzzing with need is beyond you. You glance at your meal, but your appetite is craving something else.

“Eat, angel,” he says and nudges you. “You’re going to need the energy.”

You shift in your seat at his implication and feel the emptiness between your legs. The sooner you do as he says, the sooner you both can leave.

You nod and take a bite. Jeonghan gives you an approving, innocent smile.

Thirty minutes later, you’ve eaten half your food. Jeonghan gets two to-go boxes, pays for the lunch, and then guides you to the car.

Once inside, Jeonghan locks and checks his surroundings. There’s no one nearby.

He unbuttons his pants and slides them and his underwear down enough to free his semi-hard cock.

“Come here, angel,” he mutters and guides you down.

Your mouth latches onto his cock instantly. You suck and swirl your tongue around his tip.

Jeonghan groans lowly above you. The hand on your upper back moves to rest on your head.

“Make me cum, and I’ll make a crying mess out of you at home,” he says and pushes your head lower.

You choke slightly on his length but calm yourself. You use his words as motivation as you bob your head quickly.

Jeonghan makes a breathy laugh at your eagerness.

“Hm, there you go, baby. You want me to fill this pretty mouth so fast, hm? You wanna get home so soon?” he chuckles.

You nod.

“How selfish,” he chides, then shoves you down until your nose brushes his pelvis.

Your sputter around his cock but Jeonghan holds you still.

“Breathe, angel,” he reminds.

You do as he says and inhale through your nostrils.

When he hears you do so, he begins to shallowly thrust up.

The sound of his cock gliding down your throat fills the car. His speed gradually increases and eventually, he stops moving his hips and moves your head instead.

“Bet you were thinking of this inside there, weren’t you?” he asks, his head leaning back against the seat. He takes another glance around to confirm it’s still deserted. Although his car’s windows are tinted, they’re not fully blacked out.

You hum against his dick, which makes him moan.

“My filthy baby just wanted to lean over and swallow my cock,” he continues. It seems his words are turning you both on more. You feel his dick twitch in your mouth.

“Or maybe you wanted to cockwarm me as we ate,” he rasps. “Just wanted to be filled in any way, huh? How fucking naughty of you.”

You keep your checks hallowed as he talks and uses your mouth as he pleases. You blink back tears and rub your legs together to try to get some friction. It’s no use.

“Shit, angel,” he grunts and holds your head in place. His hips rock into your face once more. He’s close.

After a few sloppy thrusts, his cum fills your mouth. You drink every last drop, sucking his length to make sure you get everything.

He releases your head, and you slide off with a pop. You cough a bit, and Jeonghan gives your thigh a soothing rub.

“That felt so, baby,” he praises and leans over to kiss you. You smile into it.

Jeonghan’s hand glides under your skirt and brushes against your clothed cunt. He chuckles as he pulls away from your lips.

“I guess I should get us home,” he teases after feeling your soaked panties.

You keep his hand in place and nod. “Please.”

Jeonghan smiles, lightly circling your clit. There’s a mischief sparkle in his eyes.

“You’re so cute when you beg.”

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[jo-com]

🎧₊ ꪆৎ ˚⋆. ➛ The other Woman

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mieux

Summary: You’ve grown tired of the baseless rumors that you’re ‘the third party’— worst part is, Charles and Alex doesn’t defend you.

Genre: A little SMAU, Angst, Poly established relationship

Fc: Alexa Demie

Note: there are some grammar errors and this is not proofread also I figured i do an angsty fiction bcs i always write about fluff and just wanted to switch things up! Hope you enjoy thiis!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist. (Part 2)

─────── ─ ⋆˚࿔☕️ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆─ ───────

Your heart clenched from sorrow as you scrolled further down the comment section— a mixed of different emotions coursing through your mind stream, making your heart and head throb with the growing pain.

Every hurtful banters went straight through your heart, as if they were knives; stabbing you in the most gruesome way.

The tears that you tried to held back is now pushing their way out of your eyelids, ready for them to fall down your porcelain cheeks.

As you red more— the feeling of discomfort subdued your thoughts and was in need of comforting.

So that’s what you did. Finding comfort in something or someone.

You hurriedly exited twitter with shaky hands and went straight to your contacts, ready to find the three of your’s group chat.

Expecting them to make your heart at ease and say nothing but endless affirmations.

…

➛ Message

…

Or so you thought.

You let out a heavy sigh— the stinging sensation in your chest won’t stop and was aching even more with each words that they replied with.

The hurt in your heart caused your pent up tears to pour down your cheeks, making a stream of profound sadness evident in your complexion.

You didn’t get why they were like that to you, i mean they did care even if it were a little, but saying that you’re overreacting is just crossing the line. If it were about them, they’d be all over the place. Things really are just different when it comes to you.

As those thoughts clouded your mind— the fear of being abandoned popped up. Planting an uneasy feeling grow deep in your heart.

…

The following days, you’ve avoided them like the plague— canceling their calls and making excuses whenever they ask you to go out, dismissing them with your lame transparent reasons.

But they didn’t buy it and kept on chatting you in all of your social media accounts.

Even after flooding your messages they still wouldn’t stop, and the same goes with your feelings. The hurt will always stay and keep on following you.

Those days also got you to rethink whether or not your important and do they even have a place for you in their heart. Earning a lot of sleepless days and silent cries; all alone in your own embrace.

The only two person who’ve known about your messy state were lily and alex.

Unlike the two, they were nothing but supportive and was giving you the comfort you needed in the first place. You wished that Alex and Charles was like that;

…

But instead of mopping around all weak, you’ve decided to take Lily’s offer in going out.

Unbeknownst to your two lovers of your whereabouts— still hurt from your previous conversation.

…

Miss.yn

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Miss.yn Out of sight, out of mind💋

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Username1 ATE THAT DRESS UPP

Lilymhe just wow🤤🤤

Miss.yn Love yaa!!

Username2 they could never make me hate u!!

Francisca.cgomes invites when??

Miss.yn Next time, i promise

Francisca.cgomes 🙄🙄🙄

Lilymhe i wanna go again😢

Miss.yn I know u miss me already🤭

Lilymhe i always do though??

Alex_albon weirdo.

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After posting your pics and not even 30 minutes have passed when you’ve received countless text messages of Alex and Charles.

…

After that, your whole world seem to be falling apart.

You couldn’t even count the days where you just laid in bed and only stared at the ceiling waiting for the hours to past.

Neither Alex and Charles chatted you after. Leaving a big hole in your heart— a hole that only they can fill.

The break up was a stupid idea but it was either that or stay with a relationship that doesn’t value your feelings. They’ve hurted you, not physically but emotionally and you had every right to be angry.

You just wished that they said something to even comfort your tearing heart.

That’s all you wanted from the start. Words of affirmation and comfort from the ones you love.

Was it too much to ask?

…

Hi i am back, sorry for not posting in a while, i really had this writers block that just couldn’t leave😓😓 hope you enjoyed this angst though!!

[v6quewrlds]

❝ bad liar, a. iosivas. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: midterm season at princeton is no joke. despite your commitment to academic success, your friends convince you to take just one night off to go out for halloween. andrei is a nice perk too.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: andrei fic bc that's my baby boy. i needed more andrei fics so i decided to make my own lmao. this will have at least one other part, part two here.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: suggestive, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. friends to lovers, andrei is a simp 🫵🏾, language, sexual references & innuendos, irresponsible decision making, college setting, presumably underaged drinking.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: andrei iosivas x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.4k.

Your eyes scanned the dense text of your biology book, your highlighter poised and ready to strike. You sat at your desk, the room's soft light reflecting off your round glasses, casting an orange halo on the pages in front of you. Your braids were pulled back into a tight bun, a few loose strands escaping to frame your focused expression. The only sound was the steady tick of the clock on the wall, marking the seconds that brought you closer to the dreaded physics midterm exam. Your mind was a mess of formulas and principles, your thoughts racing to keep up with the material you needed to commit to memory.

The door to your dorm room swung open, and in barged a flurry of energy—Kaia, your best friend, and fellow study buddy—her silk-pressed hair bouncing with every step.

"Girl, I know you're not still stuck on that same page," Kaia teased, tossing her bag onto the chair. Her voice had the melodic lilt of her Brooklyn upbringing, a stark contrast to the seriousness etched on your face. "You're gonna wear a hole in that book if you don't give it a rest."

You sighed and set the highlighter down, rubbing your eyes. "I can't help it. This stuff just won't stick."

"Well, maybe a little break would help," Kaia suggested, plopping down on the bed. She pulled out her phone and opened TikTok, the app's loud music completely cutting any remaining focus you might have had. 

"Look at this one," she giggled, flipping the screen towards you as you simply looked at your best friend with a blank expression. "Fix your face, I'm trying to help you."

The group chat on Kaia's phone began to blow up with messages. It was your friends Andrei, Malik, and Javi, asking if they could crash the study session. You groaned internally, knowing that once they arrived, studying would take a complete backseat to their usual shenanigans. But you couldn't ignore the twinge of relief you felt at the thought of a distraction. "They want to come over," Kaia announced, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Tell them no," you responded, turning your attention to your phone that lay face down on your desk. You knew your friends' intentions were not to help you study, but you couldn't hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth.

Kaia only smirked, sending a text into the group chat. "Nah, let's hear them out. Call Andrei."

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face your best friend once again. "Why do I have to call him?" You protested, knowing full well that Kaia had an ulterior motive.

"Because..." Kaia hummed, her eyes glinting with mischief, "You know he'll answer for you." She nudged you playfully. "Let's be real, dude’s in love with you. He'll pick up on the first ring."

You playfully slapped Kaia's leg. "Shut up, Kaia," you said, your cheeks suddenly hot with embarrassment. 

Kaia simply rolled her eyes muttering, "Girl, just call him." With a dramatic sigh, you picked up your phone and dialed Andrei's number. Sure enough, he picked up on the first ring.

"Yo, what's good?" Andrei's voice boomed through the phone speaker, sounding way too cheerful for someone who should be studying for midterms.

You couldn't help but laugh. "We're trying to study for our Physics exam," you said, glancing at Kaia who was now lying on her front atop the bed. "What are you doing?"

Andrei's voice was filled with feigned innocence. "Just chilling, missing my favorite girls. Why are you guys still at it this late?"

You shot a look at Kaia, who was grinning ear to ear. "Well, some of us actually have to work for our grades," you quipped, "Not all of us can be student-athletes."

Andrei's sarcastic laugh echoed through the phone. "Ouch, that's low, bruh," he said, but the good-natured teasing was a familiar dance between the two of you.

Malik's voice interrupted, his deep chuckle audible in the background. "Why don't you just let us come over and bring some good vibes to this sad-ass study party?"

You rolled your eyes. "First of all, it’s not a party. Second, y'all are everything but good vibes. Why do you wanna come over so bad?" you challenged, a hint of curiosity in your voice despite your protests.

Malik's voice grew loud and dramatic. "I'm dying over here, bro. Andrei got no snacks, Javi got no weed, and I'm just here, starving and sober. We just need a little love from our favorite pre-med."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Who said I have snacks or weed?" you shot back. "Javi and Andrei are athletes who shouldn't be smoking anyway. Plus, I need my study space."

But the boys were persistent. Andrei's voice grew more persuasive. "Come on, dude. We're bored over here. You always have food."

You sighed, glancing at the well-stocked snack shelf. "Fine," you relented, "But only if you bring over something to replace what you're going to eat. And y'all can share one blunt, okay?"

The line went silent for a moment as the boys deliberated the terms before Andrei's voice broke through, "Deal, we're on our way." The call ended, and the room filled with the sound of Kaia's laughter. "You know you love the attention," she teased.

You couldn't argue, you did enjoy their company. The stress of your MCAT and midterms had been suffocating you, and a night of distraction sounded heavenly. You leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Fine, but we're going back to studying after this," you warned.

Kaia just winked. "We'll see."

Nearly 30 minutes later, just as the girls began to wonder where the boys were, the door to the dorm burst open, and in came Andrei, Malik, and Javi, a whirlwind of testosterone and laughter. They barged in, tossing their jackets and shoes onto the floor, and immediately made a beeline for the snacks. You sighed, watching them dig through your stash without as much as a greeting or acknowledgment of either one of you.

"Looks like they're not going anywhere for a while," Kaia murmured, her eyes on the chaos unfolding in front of you.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I guess not," you said, shaking your head as Malik pulled out a bag of chips. You leaned back in your chair, watching as your friends raided your snacks like a pack of hungry wolves. They had barely taken a breath before Andrei looked up at you with his round brown eyes, holding out a takeout box of fortune cookies from the Chinese restaurant across the street. "Thought you could use this," he said, his voice hopeful.

Your stomach rumbled in response, and you took the box gratefully, setting it on your desk. "Thanks," you murmured, popping open the lid to reveal a handful of the cookies. The scent of various snacks and the sound of popped soda tags filled the room. Suddenly the thought of studying was less appealing than it had been a few minutes ago.

Kaia sat up, your eyes lighting up. "You guys are the best," she said, snatching a bag of M&Ms from Malik’s Walmart bag. "But seriously, girl, take a break. You're gonna burn out."

You knew Kaia was right. You had been pushing yourself to the brink for weeks now, and maybe a little break was exactly what you needed. "Okay," you said with a sigh, "But just for a little bit. We still have that exam tomorrow."

The boys nodded, though their eyes remained glued to the TV that had been turned on without your permission. "Don't worry, we got you," Malik said, plopping down on the floor with his bag of chips.

"If you get crumbs on my carpet, Malik, I swear to god I'll end up on the news for your death," you warned, but the smirk on your face betrayed your true feelings. You couldn't stay mad at them for long. They were your chosen family here at Princeton, the ones who knew you inside out, who had seen you at your best and your worst, and who had your back through every exam and heartache.

As the group settled in, the TV's volume grew louder, and the energy in the room shifted from one of studious tension to easy conversation. You found yourself leaning back into your bed, a mouthful of sushi balanced on a chopstick, listening to Malik's latest conspiracy rant with a mix of amusement and admiration. Despite your initial protests, the break was just what you needed. Andrei sat beside you on the bed, his knee brushing against yours as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally chiming in with a joke that made you laugh. The warmth from his leg was oddly comforting, and you found yourself not minding his presence as much as you'd feigned earlier.

The conversation grew livelier as they discussed their upcoming Halloween plans. You had been contemplating skipping the festivities to focus on MCAT prep, but the enthusiasm of your friends was contagious. "Come on, dude," Kaia pleaded, her voice mirroring the exaggerated pout on her face, "It's our last fall together, you can't just study the whole semester." You sighed, you knew Kaia was right considering Javi was a year ahead of the rest of you and would be off to grad school this time next year.

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth twitching. "Fine," you conceded, "But I'm not going all out with costumes or anything."

Malik groaned obnoxiously, gaining a glare from you who reached over to pop him in the head. "Ow," he complained, "Why you gotta be like that? Halloween is the best night of the year."

"Because it's a distraction," you said, your eyes returning to your notes. "I need to focus on the MCAT."

"Dude, you're not going to learn anything if you don't take breaks," Andrei said, his voice gentle but firm. "Besides, it's Halloween. Live a little."

You sighed, knowing he had a point. You looked around at your friends, all of you in various states of relaxation and indulgence, and felt a pang of longing for the days when you could let loose like that. "Okay, okay," you said, holding up your hands in surrender. "But we're not staying out late."

"Pinky promise?" Andrei asked, his grin wide and mischievous.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "Pinky promise," you said, looping your pinky with his. Pinky promises in your friend group were serious business, obligations that could not be broken without severe repercussions. The warmth of his touch lingered as the two of you broke the promise, and you couldn't help the flutter of excitement in your stomach.

As the night grew darker outside, the group's energy grew more intense. The laughter grew louder, the music got bolder, and the jokes edgier. You found yourself getting lost in the moment, your worries about the MCAT and school momentarily forgotten. They decided on their costumes for the coming night, a group theme of Toy Story characters. Kaia proudly announced she would be a slutty Jessie, urging you to join in as a slutty Barbie from the second movie. Malik muttered that it wouldn't be too difficult under his breath, gaining another smack to the head from both girls this time.

The night of Halloween arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Your dorm room was a chaotic mess of makeup and costume pieces as the trio of girls got ready. Kaia, ever the fashionista, had gone all out with a red-sequined corset, a cowboy hat, and thigh-high boots for her Jessie costume, while Faith, Javi's girlfriend, had chosen a Mrs. Potato Head look that perfectly complemented Javi's Mr. Potato Head ensemble. You, true to your promise, planned on wearing a blue catsuit with 80s leg warmers. You reluctantly accepted the "stripper heels" Faith brought over from her closet, reminding herself that it was just for one night.

As the three of you applied your makeup, the conversation was a mix of nervous laughter and playful banter about your costumes. "You're gonna break necks in those heels," Faith said, admiring your bare legs underneath the oversized Princeton shirt from freshman orientation. Kaia giggled, "And Andrei's gonna lose his mind when he sees you."

You playfully rolled your eyes, but the mention of Andrei had your heart beating faster. You had always felt a connection with him but never wanted to admit it. You had been friends for so long, that you didn't want to mess with your dynamic. Plus, you had your eyes on going to medical school, and dating was the last thing on your mind. But lately, you had caught yourself staring at his arms when he was brushing his dark hair back. His smile when he attempted to tell a joke. His big brown eyes thinking when he was trying to catch up to a reference.

The door to your dorm burst open, and the boys stumbled in, their laughter filling the room. Andrei was dressed as Buzz Lightyear, his tattoo sleeve on full display in a departure from his typical hoodies and sweatshirts. "Who's surprised that she's not ready yet?" He teased, turning his head dramatically from side to side as your friends kept silent.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your braids into a high ponytail. "I'm almost done," you called out, your cheeks flushing slightly. You could feel the heat of Andrei's gaze on you, and you wondered if he could sense your nerves. "Give me a second to finish my makeup."

"Fuck that," Malik announced, approaching you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him come closer, screaming in shock at his strength when he abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

"You're not getting out of this." 

True to his word, he caught the pieces of your costume tossed to him by an amused Kaia, carrying you to your bathroom before setting you down on the floor, and locking the door to leave you to change.

You slipped into the costume, your skin prickling with excitement. You looked yourself over in the mirror. The blue catsuit hugged your curves, the legwarmers adding a nostalgic flair to the look. Your makeup was simple but effective: bold winged eyeliner and a touch of blush on the cheeks, giving you the innocent yet seductive vibe of an 80s workout video instructor. You stepped out of the bathroom to the sound of whistles and applause from your friends. 

"You guys are pigs," you said with a laugh, your cheeks burning as you took in their appreciative looks.

Andrei's gaze lingered on you longer than the others, his eyes traveling over your body in a way that made you feel both self-conscious and desired. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, Iosivas," Kaia whispered harshly, gaining a laugh from you and Faith. 

Andrei's cheeks turned red, and he stumbled over his words, "You just... you look... good."

The two other girls exchanged glances, the air thickening with the unspoken tension between the two. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at his reaction. "Thanks, Andrei," you said, your voice softer than you had intended.

Snapping out of his daze, Andrei reached for one of the shot glasses Javi had filled with a questionable brand of tequila. He handed it to you with a sheepish smile. "No regrets," he said, raising his own glass. You took the shot into your hand as Javi spoke over the music, "Pa'rriba pa'bajo pa'l centro y pa dentro!", the group threw your shots back in a cheer. You held Andrei's gaze as the fiery liquid burned down your throat. The warmth of both the cheap alcohol and his heated eye contact spread through your body, loosening your nerves.

As you all left the dorm and made your way through the crowded streets of Princeton, the cool October air hit you with a chilly breeze. You shivered, but the warmth from the drinks you had been passing around kept you from feeling too cold. The town was alive with the energy of the night, students in various stages of inebriation stumbling from party to party, costumes ranging from the clever to the downright absurd.

The group decided to hit up your first club, the bass pounding from the speakers spilling onto the sidewalk and beckoning you like a siren's call. Kaia, ever the social butterfly, recognized the bouncer with a bounce in her step. Adjusting her corset, she floated over, whispering something in his ear that had him grinning like he'd just won the lottery. With a wink, she turned back to the group and gestured for you to follow her in. You felt a twinge of envy at Kaia's ease with men but brushed it aside as you were ushered into the pulsating heart of the party.

"How the fuck did you get us through that long ass line?" Malik shouted over the music as the group entered the club. The lights strobed wildly, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across your costumes. "I sucked his dick once like a year ago," Kaia responded simply, smiling sweetly at the bouncer as she sailed past. You couldn't help but laugh at your friend's audacity, the sound lost in the boom of the music.

Once inside, the group spread out a bit, each getting drinks and mingling with the sea of costumed partygoers. You found yourself drawn back to Andrei, his Buzz Lightyear costume making him stand out in the sea of prisoners and bananas. As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and the dancing grew more energetic. Andrei's hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you through the throng of bodies, and you didn't protest. The chemistry between you was palpable, a current that seemed to pulse in time with the bass of the music.

The friends danced inside the club for all of 45 minutes before Malik announced it was dead, and demanded you move to another club. You all agreed, eager for a change of scene and hoping the next place would be livelier. As you stepped into the cool night, the sound of your laughter and the throb of distant music filled the air. You felt a mix of excitement and exhaustion, but the alcohol made it easier to ignore the latter. Andrei wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as you navigated the crowded street. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned into him, feeling his strong presence against you.

The second club was a different world. The line was around the block, and the bass was so intense it made the sidewalk vibrate. You all groaned in your tipsy impatience, settling in a small circle at the back of the line behind the group in front of them.

"I can feel my common sense coming back to me," Javi complained, shooting a glare at Malik who demanded you leave the first club in the first place. "Why did we leave the last place?"

Malik shrugged, his eyes glazed over. "Because I said it was dead," he shouted back, his words losing their earlier slur.

"Luckily for you," Faith began with a smirk, "I stole this from your fridge." She lurched forward and pulled out a small, unopened bottle of Pink Whitney from her purse, a pale pink concoction that smelled faintly of sweet tea and vodka. "You're a lifesaver," Kaia said, snatching it from her hand. The others cheered as Faith playfully princess waved with a wide smile.

A twinge of annoyance flashed across your face as you watched your friends pass around your stolen Pink Whitney. "You guys are the worst," you called out over the thumping bass that echoed down the street, though the amusement in your voice was clear. "Stealing my shit like I didn't pay for it with my hard-earned work-study money."

Andrei leaned in close to whisper in your ear, a muscular arm resting on your shoulder to pull your body closer to his. His body heat sent a shiver down your spine. "But we're worth it, right?" He winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but laugh shyly, nodding in agreement as you grabbed the bottle from Kaia for a quick swing. The sweetness of the drink mixed with the faint hint of vodka coated your tongue, the alcohol burning a pleasant path down your throat. The music grew louder as you approached the entrance, and you felt the vibrations through the soles of your heels.

When you finally made it inside, the club was packed. The air was hot and sticky with sweat and perfume, the lights strobing in a dizzying array of colors that painted the Princeton students in a sea of blue. Andrei didn't stray far from your side as you pushed your way through the crowd, his hand a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. You found a small space large enough for the six of you, the music so loud that conversation was almost impossible.

The beat dropped and the crowd went wild. Andrei leaned down, his mouth close to your ear. "You wanna dance?" He shouted, his breath warm against your neck. You nodded, a thrill racing through you as his hand slid around your waist, pulling you into the rhythm of the music. You moved together, your bodies syncing in a way that felt more intimate than any dance you'd shared before. His hands roamed over your hips, the fabric of his costume sticking to your skin as you danced. You felt a heat building in your chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the packed room or the cheap booze.

As the night went on, the lines between friendship and desire grew blurrier. Andrei's touches grew bolder, and you found yourself turning around to face him, your bodies pressed together as you danced. His hands slid down your back, resting on the curve of your ass, and you leaned into his touch, your heart racing. The music washed over you, the bass vibrating in your chests as your eyes locked. The chemistry was undeniable, a dance of push and pull that neither could ignore.

Kaia and Malik were already lost in their own worlds, dancing wildly with strangers, leaving you, Andrei, Javi, and Faith in your little bubbles. The air was electric with unspoken tension as Andrei leaned down to whisper innocent conversation in your ear, his breath hot against your neck as his words contrasted the tension building between your bodies. You couldn't help but close your eyes, savoring the moment. Javi and Faith were too busy making out against the wall to pay you any mind.

Suddenly, the music switched to a slow jam, and Andrei took the opportunity to pull you closer. His hands slid down to finally cup your ass, and you gasped softly. The alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, but you were still surprised by his boldness. Looking into his eyes, you saw a mix of excitement and nerves, mirroring your own feelings. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted to do this all night," he murmured, and before you could respond, he captured your mouth in a kiss that was anything but innocent.

The kiss was deep and hungry, leaving your knees weak. Your hands found his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as you melted into him. The crowd around you faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in the moment. Andrei's hands roamed up your body, pulling you closer, his tongue teasing yours as you danced in a grind that was more intimate than any tango. You felt his erection pressing into you, and you couldn't help but grind back, your body responding to his touch.

The music shifted again, this time to a fast-paced rap song, snapping you out of your trance. You broke apart, both panting slightly and shared a knowing smile. The group gathered around you, Javi and Faith looking surprised at your sudden closeness. "Girl, what the fuck? When did this happen?" Faith yelled over the music, her voice playfully accusatory. You hid your face in your hands, your cheeks burning, while Andrei chuckled and gave a nonchalant shrug.

Malik, seemingly unfazed by his best friend's bold move, shouted over the music, "Y'all need to get a fucking room!" His words were met with a round of laughter and cheers from the group, effectively diffusing the tension. You danced together, the night's excitement fueling your moves. The club's strobe lights painted your sweaty bodies in a chaotic dance of color as you lost yourselves in the music and the moment.

"We're gonna go grab more shots," you announced to the group, reaching for Andrei's hand as you dragged him away to the bar. The thrill of the kiss still lingered between you. The bar was packed, but Andrei's height allowed him to navigate the crowd with ease. He moved to stand behind you, his hands on your hips, his body pressing into your backside as you waited for the bartender's attention. You leaned back into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of the bar top.

The bartender finally looked up, a coy smile playing on your lips as she took your order. Andrei leaned down to press light kisses to the side of your neck, a hand moving your ponytail to rest on your shoulder as the other squeezed at your waist. "You know I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time," he murmured, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. Your heart skipped a beat, his admission sending a jolt of excitement through your body. You turned in his arms to look at him, your eyes searching his, and you felt your resolve to keep things platonic crumbling like a sandcastle against the tide of his desire.

"I know!" You giggled as your hands snaked from his chest to wrap around his neck. "I didn't think you'd ever do something about it though."

Andrei laughed with a roll of his eyes. "If you knew, why didn't you just tell me?" He leaned in closer, his mouth a whisper away from yours. With your sky-high heels, you were nearly eye level with the 6'4" athlete, though he still managed to hold a bit of height over you.

"I'm not chasing after a man, Andrei," you said, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned against the sticky bar. "But if you want to keep kissing me like that, who am I to stop you?" The bartender slammed down two shots of tequila in front of you, snapping you out of your heated conversation. You both downed the shots, the burn of the alcohol mixing with the desire simmering in your chests.

Andrei leaned in, his voice low and gruff with need. "I don't just want to kiss you." His hand slid up your thigh, reaching and finding the fat of your ass. You gasped, your eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Andrei," you scolded him, though your body was already begging for more.

"Later," he promised, pressing a kiss to your parted lips. "I'll take you out on a proper date. Just the two of us."

Your friends were scattered across the dance floor, lost in their own drunken revelry. Andrei's hand remained firmly on your ass, his thumb making small circles that had your core pulsing in time with the music. The tension between you was like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

"We should get back to the others," you murmured, though your body was screaming for more of Andrei's touch. Reluctantly, you broke apart and returned to the dance floor, weaving through the throngs of costumed bodies to rejoin Kaia and Malik. Javi and Faith were nowhere to be seen, likely having disappeared into one of the darkened corners for a more intimate rendezvous.

Malik's eyes were glazed over, his body swaying slightly as he attempted to keep up with the beat. Kaia was laughing, a drink in hand, watching him with a mix of amusement and concern.

"I think we should get him home before he passes out," Kaia shouted over the music, her hand on Malik's shoulder to steady him.

You nodded, your eyes flicking to Andrei. "I'll go tell Javi and Faith." You pushed through the crowd, finding the couple in a dimly lit corner, wrapped in a passionate embrace. Tapping them on the shoulder, you yelled over the music, "Guys, we're heading back to the dorm!"

Javi looked over, his eyes glazed with lust, and nodded. Faith, slightly more coherent, protested, "But we just got here!"

"Babygirl," you laughed, reaching for Faith's hand to drag her back to the group, her boyfriend following like a man possessed. "It's 1 in the morning, we've been here since 10."

Faith pouted but allowed herself to be led away from the darkened corner. "Fine, but you guys are boring," she whined, stumbling slightly in her high heels.

"We're not boring," Andrei shot back, a grin spreading across his face as he took your hand. "We're just responsible."

You couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. The group stumbled out of the club, the cool October air a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside. You laughed and talked over each other as you made your way back to the dorm, the sidewalks still packed with costumed partygoers.

"My feet hurt," Faith complained, and without missing a beat, Javi swooped her into his arms, her giggles piercing the night air. Kaia and Malik stumbled alongside you, their laughter infectious. Andrei held onto your hand tightly, leading you through the maze of costumed students.

The walk to the dorm was a blur of laughter and teasing, with Andrei occasionally stopping to steal a kiss. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in weeks. The stress of your MCATs and exams seemed to evaporate under the influence of the alcohol and Andrei's touch. When you reached the dorm, Malik declared that he was taking the first shower, much to the protest of the others and the confusion on your face.

"Malik, you don't have clothes here!" You called out, trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you fumbled with your keys.

"That's what you think," Malik shot back, a knowing grin playing on his lips as he pushed open the door to your dorm. The room was a mess of discarded shot glasses and open makeup products. "I got clothes stashed everywhere," he said, winking at you before stumbling off to a corner of the room. Opening a drawer you never used, he produced a pile of neatly folded sweats. "Ta-da!"

Kaia and Andrei couldn't help but laugh at your stunned expression. "What did you expect?" Kaia teased, leaning against the wall. "You're the mom of the group, we all have clothes stashed around here."

Malik disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower echoing through the room. You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips, and turned to Andrei. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised," you said, your voice low enough that only he could hear. "You're all a bunch of freeloaders."

Andrei chuckled, his gaze dropping to your cleavage. "Only because you make it so easy to want to stay." He leaned in closer, his hand resting on the small of your back, and whispered, "I've had clothes here since freshman year."

You rolled your eyes playfully and turned to Kaia. "You too?"

"What, you didn't know?" Kaia smirked, holding up a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "I practically live here when I don't feel like walking back to my own dorm."

You couldn't help but laugh, "You live down the hall, stupid." You playfully shoved Kaia, who stumbled into Andrei's arms, almost knocking him over. You all shared a laugh, the alcohol and exhaustion making you sloppier than usual.

"Alright, the shower's free," Malik announced, emerging from the bathroom with a trail of steam following him. You nodded towards Kaia, who disappeared into the bathroom next. Andrei took the opportunity to pull you closer, his hands running up and down your arms.

"So, about that date," he began, his voice thick with want. "I'm serious."

Your heart skipped a beat, the thrill of his words sending a shiver down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. "Yeah?" you replied, trying to play it cool despite the heat building in your core.

Andrei nodded, his expression earnest. "Yeah, I want to take you out. Just the two of us. No studying, no group hangs. Just us."

Your stomach flipped at his words. The idea of a date with Andrei was both thrilling and terrifying. "Okay," you whispered, your eyes dropping to his lips. Before you could say anything else, Kaia stumbled out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a shower cap, looking for her stashed clothes.

"Alright, I'm gonna crash," Malik said, already halfway to the floor. He laid down, using his jacket as a makeshift pillow, and was out cold in seconds. It was then that both you and Andrei realized that Javi and Faith were dead asleep, tangled up together at the foot of the bed.

Andrei looked down at you, his eyes dark with want. "I guess it's just us now," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, the heat from his palm seeping into your skin.

Kaia emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a pair of your oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. "Looks like love is in the air," she sang, waving her phone around as she snapped photos of the two of you. "It's about damn time." She muttered under her breath as she approached her friends for closer pictures.

"Knock it off," you said, trying to hide your hot cheeks as you gently pushed Kaia's phone away. But the playfulness in your voice betrayed you. Andrei took it as his cue to lean down and kiss you again, this time slower and more deliberate. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered, "We should probably shower before we end up like them." You nodded towards the bed where Faith was now snoring lightly.

Andrei chuckled, his brown eyes flickering with interest. "With me?"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "No, not with you. But you can use the shower after me."

You slipped away from him and into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on echoing through the quiet space. Andrei watched your retreating form before collapsing onto the bed next to the sleeping Javi and Faith, his hand reaching for the TV remote. He flicked through the channels, trying to find something to distract himself from the anticipation of finally having you all to himself.

When you emerged from the steamy bathroom, you found Andrei lying on the bed, observing a baseball game with a bored expression. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that your moment of passion had been interrupted by the realization that your friends had basically crashed at your place. But you pushed the feeling aside and whispered to Andrei that he could take the bathroom.

You slipped into a pair of oversized pajamas you had set aside for yourself. The warmth of the fabric was a comforting embrace after the chilly evening out. You looked up to find Andrei leaving the bathroom, a towel slung low on his waist, his bare chest glistening from the shower. Your eyes met and held for a beat too long before you turned away to grab a water bottle from your fridge, giving him some privacy to change into the clothes that he had apparently hidden in your room. The air was thick with unspoken tension as you both tried to ignore the electricity arcing between you.

Kaia and Malik were sprawled out on the floor, snoring in unison. Faith had managed to flip around, her body now perpendicular to Javi's. The sight was comical and heartwarming all at once.

Andrei, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants with the waistband of his briefs peeking out from underneath, sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand brushed against your skin as he reached for the water bottle you had set down. You couldn't help but feel the spark that shot through your body.

You turned to face him, the weight of the moment heavy between you. Andrei's eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to cradle the side of your face. "So pretty," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

The group remained asleep around you, the only sound the occasional snore and the distant bass from the party still raging outside. Your heart pounded in your chest as Andrei's thumb traced the line of your jaw.

"Let's get some sleep," Andrei said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. "We can talk more in the morning." He stood up and gestured for you to take the bed. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

You shyly spoke up to protest. "We've literally cuddled a million times before, Andrei. We can share the bed." You slid into the middle, leaving a space for him. He hesitated before joining you, his eyes never leaving yours. You lay side by side, the mattress dipping slightly under your combined weight. The silence grew heavier as your friends' snores grew louder. Your head found Andrei's chest as his arms wrapped around you.

The warmth of his embrace was a comfort you hadn't realized you'd been craving. Your hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. The TV played a late-night sitcom, the laugh track serving as a strange lullaby for your crowded dorm room. Your mind raced urged to race with thoughts of the impending MCAT and the unspoken promise of a date. But as you felt Andrei's chest rise and fall with his even breaths, you couldn't help but let your exhaustion win.

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my mini multiverse of madness…

Base Line (1940s!Bucky x Reader) 

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You’d been living on the army base since you were three, and by the time that Bucky had shown up, you were almost ten. He was already ten—-a little dusty and dirty, with messy brown, cocoa powder colored hair. He’d just lost his parents, and he was dragging a lot of emotional baggage with him. He was young. And broken. And still facing that same basic human condition—the hole in his heart.

When you were young, a woman on base had taught you this: there is a hole inside of your heart, no matter where you come from. You could’ve been rich and unloved, poor and loved, rich and loved, poor and unloved, it didn’t matter. The hole came preprogrammed in you. And you, and only you, could fill it. “It’s why people fight these terrible wars, write those stories and books, travel around the world,” she’d said. “We’re all just trying to fill the hole in our hearts.” 

Despite not fully grasping this concept, you believed with all of your holed-heart that this was exactly how it was. 

You were a bit lonely on base. You were the only kid here, and now, all of a sudden, there was a boy your age living here too. And his sister. Unfortunately, his sister was three, and couldn’t really play the games you wanted to yet. 

Bucky was shy. Nervous. He knew the men that were now taking care of him well—-they’d been his father’s army buddies, his closest friends. But he’d just lost his parents, and all he wanted to do was just go home. 

Instead, you walked up to him with the only board game that the base had that you were allowed to use. You smiled at him, then said, “Wanna play Dominoes?”

Bucky looked at you for a moment, contemplating. “I don’t know how to play Dominoes,” he admitted quietly. 

You grinned. “Well, it’s easy. I can teach you.”

Bucky didn’t really want to be taught, but it seemed a lot better than just being stuck in his thoughts. “Alright.”

Bucky had made the best decision of his life. Turned out that he did like Dominoes, but what he liked a whole lot more than Dominoes is you. He liked having a playmate. Soon, the two of you had branched out to a whole lot of other games to play together—games that didn’t necessarily involve sitting on the floor and playing with small, rectangular-shaped pieces. 

The two of you started out even, but as time wore on and you got older, Bucky got taller and stronger, and he’d carry you around the base on his back, piggy-back style, and try to race. He raced a few animals, a few cars, some of the guys on the base, and he didn’t normally win. “Just you watch, though. I’m gonna kick your butt some day!” Bucky would declare after each loss. He was only twelve, after all.

— — —

By the time Bucky was thirteen, you and he were both going to the same school and all of the kids there knew that you and Bucky were a package deal. Sure, you had your friends and he had his, but you two were closer than anybody else there, and they all knew it. With that came the teasing about you two dating. And as you told everybody, “we’re not.”

This became less believable when one guy made the mistake of making an insensitive comment about you during the recess before the end of school. What it was? You didn’t know. Bucky refused to tell you. But what everybody saw was that Bucky took a swing at the guy, pinned him onto the ground and menacingly told him, “Keep. Her. Name. Out. Of. Your. Filthy. Mouth.” The guy nodded. 

“Bucky! What the hell??” You ran up to him. “You alright?” you asked the guy on the ground, who, apprehensively, nodded. 

“I don’t give a damn if he’s alright,” Bucky argued. Then, he returned his attention to the guy. “She’s nice to you, and you’re talkin’ crap about her? What’s wrong with you?” His eyes were glaring daggers. 

“What even happened?” you asked, confused. 

“This asshole was talking bad about you,” Bucky pointed. 

“You gotta quit cursing, somebody’ll tell on you,” you said. “What did he even say to get you so mad?”

“Oh, no way I’m repeating that. You don’t need to hear it.”

“Buck! You punched a guy over me, I wanna know,” you argued. 

“You don’t need to hear it! It was disgusting. And you’re never gonna say it or anything like it again, are you?” Bucky threatened the guy. The guy shook his head emphatically. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” you gently pulled on his arm. 

As you walked away, half-dragging Bucky with you, one of your girl friends said, “and you’re sure that he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Hey, I can love her without dating her, alright?” Bucky argued as you sighed and continued dragging him. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you repeated to the girl. 

“He sure looked like it!”

— — —

When you managed to get Bucky back to the army base, he was still refusing to tell you what the guy had even said to get him so angry. “Woah, woah, what happened here?” one of the men who took care of Bucky walked into the room. His name was Frank.

“Bucky punched a guy,” you explained. 

“He was talking crap about her,” Bucky pointed to you. “I was just tryna get him back for it.”

“...what exactly did you do to him, Buck?” Frank asked apprehensively. 

“I punched him once,” Bucky said. 

“And then you pinned him to the ground,” you added. 

“Well, I had to make sure he’d hear me,” Bucky replied. 

“Wait, what did you say?” Frank questioned. 

“I told him to keep her name out of his filthy mouth,” Bucky shrugged.

“What did he even say?” Frank asked. 

“He won’t tell me!” you exclaimed. 

“Okay, okay,” Frank held both his hands up. “Bucky, we’re gonna have to talk about this.” 

What happened during Bucky’s conversation with Frank is not something that you ever got to find out about. What you did know was that Frank elected not to punish Bucky, which ended up turning into a slight debate when the other men found out what he’d decided. But for some reason, after Frank talked to them, they agreed with them. This made you think that Bucky had told them what the guy had said. But why wouldn’t he tell you?? 

— — — 

When you were fifteen, you were still attending the same school as Bucky. Of course. You were rather close, still, but you’d begun to reach the age where it really truly felt nothing like the friendship you’d had when you were kids. You missed it. You missed him. He was off with his guy friends all of the time, and you missed the boy who’d carry you around on his back in the summers at base, running and racing whatever he could. 

On Bucky’s end, he was intentionally distancing himself from you. He loved you so much that it hurt. And he was surrounded by boys his age dating and talking about girls and getting girlfriends, but all he really just wanted was you. But your lives were so intwined—your circumstances so close together—that taking that risk of asking you, or even being with you, felt too great to bear. Because, what a girl you were. He grew up amidst all of his father’s army buddies, military men, men who showed him army values and taught him to fight and be respectful. You’d had the same upbringing, and you’d stayed sweet all throughout. Though, he had to admit—you could certainly throw a punch or two. He hated himself for this, but… it’s for the best. 

Or is it? 

So, despite the fact that he didn’t really want to, Bucky went ahead and asked out this girl that a friend of his had told him was into him. When he went to leave, you were sitting outside. Writing in your notebook. For school, probably. Or journaling. Did you even journal? He didn’t know. Why did he have to walk past you? Bucky sighed, and did it anyway. He walked out, right by you, and like he knew you would, oh goddammit, you asked, “are you goin’ out or somethin’?” 

Bucky swallowed. “Yeah, I got uh… got a date.” 

You raised your eyebrows slightly, clearly a little surprised. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good time, then.”

“Thanks. You too- I mean, uh.. I uh.. I’ll see you when I get home.” Just like that, he darted off. 

You rested your head on your hand, looking out into the darkness Bucky’d left through. You weren’t sighing, really, just…kind of intensely breathing and staring off into the distance. Frank chuckled as he walked out and saw you. “He’s got a date tonight,” he commented. 

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you know if he’s excited?”

“I don’t, he doesn’t talk to me like that anymore.” 

“He doesn’t, now does he?”

“No.”

“Sad, huh?”

“Only when I think about it.” 

“Huh.”

— — —

Bucky got back at just past 9:30 that night. You were inside now, reading. He sat down in the same room. You kept reading. His eyes travelled across the room, not looking for anything. He played with the zipper of his jacket. You kept reading. He was controlling every impulse not to bounce his leg. His fingers continued flipping the zipper back and forth gently. You kept reading. Finally, he broke the ice. 

“It went alright.”

“That’s nice,” you replied, not looking up from your book. 

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Bucky mumbled. 

“What was that?”

“I said ‘yeah, I guess it is’.” 

“Alright.” 

“I don’t like her,” Bucky blurted. “I mean, yes, sure, she’s nice and she’s pretty, there’s nothing wrong with her, and some other guy will fall in love with her and sweep her off of her feet. I’m not the guy.” 

You were surprised to hear that. “I… I’m not sure how to answer that but…okay. I’m… glad you know how you feel?”

Bucky nodded and you bit your lip, let out a soft breath, and went back to reading after a moment. Bucky got up and left.

— — — 

Bucky went on a couple of other dates with a couple of other girls, but they all ended in the same way—he would say that she was pretty and nice and that she was going to find someone great someday that wasn’t him. 

Frank thought it was funny. A lot of the men on base did. 

“What’s your dream girl even got, Buck?” Ron asked one evening as the men played cards. You were sitting nearby with a book. “All three or four of these girls you gone out with—she’s pretty and nice, and I ain’t takin’ her out again. C’mon, Buck, what’s wrong?” The guys at the table chuckled quietly. 

“I don’t know, I just don’t like ‘em,” Bucky shrugged. “Better than leadin’ ‘em on, anyways. I’ma go to bed. G’night.” He gently grazed a hand over your arm for a brief second—a subtle direct goodnight. To you. 

“G’night,” you said back. 

Frank chuckled and shook his head. “Aight, show me your hand, Ron.” 

— — —

One night, though, things were different. Because it wasn’t Bucky going out on a date—it was you. “I’ll be back before nine!” you called as you headed out. George, one of the men, gave you a thumbs up, as did Freddy and Frank.  

“Wait, what’re you dressed up for?” Bucky asked. 

“What, do you think you’re the only one who’s allowed to go on dates?” you challenged. “Bye, everyone!” And you left. 

Bucky bit his lip and tried not to show the jealousy that was building up inside the pit of his stomach. 

Frank chuckled, shaking his head. 

“What’s funny?” Bucky asked. 

“You gettin’ all grumpy when she’s leaving to go on a date,” Frank continued chuckling, the cigarette dangling out of the edge of his mouth. Like most of the men on base, he’d mastered the art of talking with one. 

“I’m not grumpy,” Bucky argued immediately, annoyed. His face turned slightly pink. 

George and Freddy chuckled too. “You sure are,” Freddy said. “You look like a kid who lost a game or something. Buck up, Bucky.” 

“Well, what if he’s a bad guy?” Bucky asked. “I’ve never met him. Or have I? Who is he?” 

George snorted. “Beats me. I think Frank knows him?”

“He’s Roy Brown’s kid,” Frank shrugged. “Seems nice enough. She’s a smart girl, Buck, nothing’s gonna happen to her.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky said. “Anything could happen. He could take advantage of her, he could hurt her, she could get lost, she could have to run away from him, she could trip while running from him and get her ankle twisted or hurt herself, his car could break down, whatever! I don’t care that she’s smart, there’s a lot of bad guys out there that wanna hurt pretty girls, and if she gets stuck alone with one, she could get into trouble.”

“Woahh there, buddy,” Frank held a hand up. “They’re going out for a soda or an ice cream or something at the diner. She’ll be back before nine. I’ve met the kid before. It’s gonna be okay.” 

“Yeah, if you’re so worried some guy’s gonna hurt her, just take her out yourself,” George shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. Freddy continued shuffling his cards. 

“Like she’d wanna go out with me. I think she thinks of me like a brother,” Bucky snorted and shook his head. 

Frank turned his head away from his poker chips and looked at Bucky. George held the cigarette away from his mouth. The sound of Freddy shuffling the cards stopped. Bucky looked up from his shoes. “...what?”

“So you do like her,” George said.

Bucky realized then what he’d said. “Uh…”

Freddy snorted and went back to shuffling cards. “Just ask her out, Jesus Christ. Kids these days. We raised you better than this. Be a man, Buck.”

Frank chuckled and went back to stacking and restacking his poker chips. 

An hour and a half later, you returned. The men had dealt Bucky into their poker game. “Hey, girl, how was it?” George asked. 

“It was fun,” you said with a smile. “I’m tired, though.” 

“Yeah, you can head off to bed,” Frank said with a smile. “I’m glad you had a good night.” 

“I did,” you walked over and gave Frank a hug. “He’s a nice guy, we had a nice time.” You said your goodnights, and left to go to bed. 

Bucky turned to Freddy. “You really want me to take her out? I think she likes that guy.” His tone was salty. 

Freddy smirked. “See if she goes out with him again. Maybe it’s like you and your damn dates. ‘Oh yes, she’s pretty and nice and yeah no way in hell I’m going back out with her.’”

“I don’t sound like that!” 

The men at the table laughed.

— — —

You went on a few more dates with the guy. It drove Bucky crazy every time. He would end up playing poker and smoking a cigarette, acting like he wasn’t sitting there, waiting for you to come back. Then, one night, on your fourth date (yes, Bucky had been counting), you came back not smiling widely. 

“Hey, girl, how was it?” George asked, dealing out the cards.

“It was fine,” you answered. “I don’t think I’ll go out with him again, though.”

Frank lifted his head to look up at you. “Oh yeah? Did anything happen?”

You shrugged. “We broke up.”

Oh. 

Oh. Shit, did this mean you were available? Bucky internally chastened himself. What a selfish first thought. What had caused the breakup? Things had seemed to have been going really well. “Sorry,” Bucky offered.

“It’s fine,” you said. “He’s just a boy.” You walked away. The words rung around in Bucky’s head. He’s just a boy. What made someone not just a boy to you?

“Huh,” Freddy said. “She was… remarkably calm about that.”

“Good thing too, I don’t know what I woulda done if she cried,” George replied with an uneasy look, and the men at the table chuckled. 

Bucky knew what he would’ve done. He would’ve held you. Because even if it felt awkward, if you needed somebody there, goddammit, he was going to be the person that was there for you. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to cause the breakup, though.

You laid down on your bed, setting your bag on the floor beside you. You were by yourself. You hadn’t expected to go out tonight and end up with no boyfriend, but you were surprised at how okay with it you were. It was beginning to make you rethink what your now ex had said.

“Who’s Bucky?” Lewis had asked you. “You talk about him a lot.” The unspoken words hung in the air. Too much. 

“He’s this guy I’ve kinda grown up with,”  you explained with a shrug. “I live on that army base, right? They took me in. They took him in, too, when we were younger.” 

“So… did they raise you like siblings?” Lewis asked. There was almost a slightly hopeful tonality to his question.

“No, not really,” you shook your head. “He’s one of my best friends. He doesn’t really… he doesn’t really talk to me or hang out with me like he used to, but y’know, I guess times change.”

“Huh,” Lewis said. There was a pause. “How long has it been since you stopped being as close as you were?”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe a year or so. When I was… oh, no, we were still super close when I was thirteen. He punched a guy for me.”

“What?” Lewis’s words had a laugh attached to them, a slight one. 

“He said the guy said something bad about me. Never said what it was,” you shrugged with a smile. “All I saw was him punch the guy and then pin him to the ground.”

“Jesus.” 

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever date him?”

“No! No, no.”

“But you don’t think he’s like your brother.”

“Not that either.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing. Guys only punch other guys for a girl because they either like the girl, or she’s their sister that they gotta protect,” Lewis said. “I haven’t met him, but uh, he sounds like he likes you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so… maybe you shouldn’t hang out with him all that much anymore.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? You don’t like him.”

“I- I still care about him, though, I mean, we’ve grown up together and he’s a great guy an-”

“Oh my God, you do like him.”

“No, I don’t!”

“C’mon, quit lying, you like him.”

“I don’t! I like you.”

“Not as much as him, though.”

“Lewis, you’re being irrational. He’s Bucky.”

“Exactly! He’s Bucky. And you get all emotional or smiley when you talk about him.”

“I… I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Well, if you really don’t like him, you’ll stop hanging out with him.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Then I guess you’re going to have to stop going out with me.”

“...alright.”

“I’ll walk you home.” 

And that had been about the end of it. You were sad over it, sure, but… Bucky came first. Bucky came before any other random guy that you went out with, because he was your Bucky, and there was no way you were going to lose him any more than you already had. 

You heard a knock at your door. “Come in,” you said, not getting up from your bed. You were tired, and your feet hurt from the high heels. 

Bucky came in. “Hi.”

You sat up a little. “Oh, hi.”

“Are… you okay?” Bucky asked tentatively, staying in the doorway. 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m all good. You can come here, it’s not like I have the plague or something.”

Bucky cracked and amused smile and walked into the room, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “I thought you might be upset.”

You smiled a little, fondly, at him. “I’m fine. I think it’s real nice that you wanted to check in on me though.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah.” There was a pause. “Why… why did y’all break up, exactly? I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to or anything, but I was just… curious.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “It was about you, actually.”

Bucky froze. “... what.”

“Yeah, he said that I talked about you a lot and that since you’re not like, my brother or something, you must like me and so I should stop hanging out with you,” you shrugged. “I said no, he said that if I didn’t, he didn’t want to date me anymore, I said alright, and he walked me home.”

Bucky’s heart was going to beat itself out of his chest. He was frozen, unmoving. He was the reason for your breakup?? What?? And you didn’t think he was like your brother, and you didn’t want to stop hanging out with him, and— oh dear god, he was going to run himself off of a cliff. “I’m… I’m sorry that happened,” Bucky said. 

You shrugged with a smile and said, “whatcha gonna do? He’s not the one for me, anyway, if you bother him that much.”

…was this an extreme case of friendzoning, or did Bucky have a shot? He was positively confuddled, but he nodded. 

— — —

In the days that followed, Bucky was hanging out with you more than ever. It felt like the biggest sigh of relief of your life to you—you had your Bucky back. And you’d really, really missed having him around. He was talking with you again, walking around base with you, even playing Dominoes with you again. You didn’t know where the shift had come from, but you were thankful for it. 

A week later, the school announced that they were holding a sock hop for their students on Friday night. You were handed the paper by some girl who also went to your school when you walked into the building on Monday morning. Bucky had walked with you, and read the paper over your shoulder as you held it. 

“Do you wanna go…?” Bucky asked tentatively. 

“It sounds fun. You wanna come with me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” 

When Bucky got back home in the evening, he found Freddy having a beer by himself. “Hey, uh… hey Fred?” Freddy turned his head to look at Bucky. “What kinda dancing do they do at a sock hop?”

Freddy seemed slightly taken by surprise by the question, but he thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Just regular old dancing, probably.”

“How… how do you do that?”

“I don’t know, just…wiggle.”

Finding Freddy to be extremely unhelpful, Bucky decided to go in search of a different source. He found the one woman he knew on base. Mary Jane, who was a nurse. “Nurse Mary? I got a question you could, uh… maybe help me with.” 

Nurse Mary looked up at him from the bandages she’d been rolling up. “What’s wrong? Hurt yourself somehow?”

“No, ma’am,” Bucky shook his head no. “I… I’m supposed to go to a sock hop on Friday with a girl, and I don’t really know how to dance.”

Nurse Mary appeared amused. “How many people did you ask before you came to me?”

“Just Freddy, ma’am.”

“And what did he say?”

“To just wiggle.”

Nurse Mary laughed. “It’s not entirely wrong. Here, I’ll teach you.” 

— — — 

Friday came. Frank had helped Bucky iron his shirt and tie his tie perfectly, extremely amused yet happy to help. He knew about the sock hop, but didn’t know who Bucky was trying to impress. But when you came out in your adorable light blue dress, he was… surprised to say the least. “Are you two…?” Frank gestured to the two of you. 

“What? We’re just gonna go to the sock hop together,” you said. 

“Yeah, you don’t have to read into everything,” Bucky added. “We’ll be back between uh… nine and nine-thirty I think, right?” He looked to you for confirmation. You nodded, and Bucky gave Frank a thumbs up. 

“Bye!” you waved as you and Bucky left. 

Frank chuckled to himself. “Damn idiots,” he muttered. 

— — — 

You took off your shoes at the front of the gymnasium, as not to scuff the floor, and soon, you and Bucky were dancing in the gym with everybody else, feeling the rhythm and the music, chatting together and just having a good time. The energy was lively and noisy, and Bucky couldn’t stop himself from grinning at you, smiling and dancing with him. 

Then the music slowed. A steady, ballad drum beat played, a slow love song beginning now. Bucky could have taken you off the dance floor and away to get something to eat or drink, but instead, his hands found your waist, moving in rhythm with you and the music, just like Mary Jane had taught him. His hand twirled into yours and he gently spun you, then pulled you back to him like a swing on a swing set, his hands settling right back on your waist again. You were moving with him, dancing with him. Bucky was dancing with you. Slow dancing. And he… he didn’t want to leave. Your hand on his shoulder, the other now holding his own hand. And then…

The song ended. It was back to the same lively energy as before. It was fun, youthful and exciting. But it wasn’t the same right now as it had been a few minutes before. Bucky knew now what it was like to slow dance with you. And he kind of just wanted to do that forever. 

After a half an hour more, Bucky asked, “hey, do you wanna go to the diner? I could go for a Coca-Cola.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

You left the dance with Bucky, and walked together to the diner. You two sat down at the barstools, and Bucky asked the soda jerk, “Hey, could I please get a Coca-Cola?” He turned to you, and you nodded. “Two, please.”

The soda jerk nodded, and went to get two cups. Bucky returned his attention to you. “I had a lotta fun dancing with you,” Bucky said, breaking the ice.

“Me too,” you smiled. “I didn’t know you knew how to slow dance.” You sounded surprised. Happy. Amused. 

Bucky chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, about that… I got Nurse Mary to teach me.” 

“She must’ve been a good teacher then.”

“Maybe you’re just a good partner.” 

The Coca-Colas arrived, and you sat at the barstool with Bucky, drinking your sodas and shooting the shit. No one else besides you and the soda jerk was in the diner. You turned to Bucky. “Do you have a nickel?” 

Bucky nodded, took one out of his pocket, and handed it to you. You walked up to the jukebox and put it in. I’ll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra began to play, and you held your hand out for him. Bucky smiled and stood up. He gently took your hand in his, smoothly turned you around, and began to slow dance to the song with you. 

You put your head on his shoulder and let out a soft, content sigh, relaxed. 

Bucky bit his lip and tried not to react too much. 

— — — 

You and Bucky arrived back home on base at precisely nine-thirteen that night. Frank and Freddy were outside smoking, so you said goodnight to them, and went to get ready for bed. Frank motioned for Bucky to stay outside. “How’d it go?” Frank asked, taking a drag.

“Good,” Bucky said. “Y’know, just…two friends dancing together for a few hours, had a soda.” 

Freddy snorted. Frank smiled. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone. Go on, now.” Bucky smiled a little back, nodded, and went inside. Frank turned to Freddy. “Jesus, what did we do?”

“Maybe they didn’t have anyone motherly enough for ‘em,” Freddy shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette. 

“Maybe. You think we screwed ‘em up?”

“Eh, if they’ve got each other, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.”

— — —

Two weeks later, late in the evening, Bucky found you sitting by yourself, having a beer. “Aren’t you a little young for that?” Bucky teased lightly. “You’re like seventeen.” 

“It’s fine,” you slurred your words slightly, smiling up at him. 

“How many have you had?” Bucky asked, concerned. 

“Like ten or eight or eight ten or something,” you answered.

“Which one is it?”

“Like ten or eight or eight ten or something, I don’t knowwww,” you grinned up at him like a kid who’d been promised a puppy and was still under the illusion they’d be receiving one. 

“Why don’t you stop?” Bucky suggested, taking the beer from your hand.

“But it’s fun,” you smiled. 

“Not when you’re hungover,” Bucky sat the drink down on the table. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

“I don’t wanna,” you argued as he gently pulled you up to standing. You fell into him once he got you standing, and he caught you automatically. He turned his head to look down at you, and you kissed him. He could taste the alcohol on you. Are drunk words really sober thoughts?

“I can’t,” Bucky broke the kiss. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I want to. I don’t know if you’ve had eight, ten, or eighteen beers, but you’re definitely inebriated, so if you remember this tomorrow… we’ll talk. Okay?”

“Okay, okayyyy…” 

— — —

After a horrible headache the next day, you had no recollection of anything that you said to Bucky. The day after that, you were at school, as normal. Bucky was in the hallway when you walked by, and when you went by, Bucky heard a guy nearby him go, “I’d hit that.” The guys around him snickered. 

Bucky turned on him and pinned him against the locker wall, making it rattle. You turned when you heard the commotion. “You say that again, and the only hit that’s happening is me hitting you, got it?” Bucky threatened. 

The guy chuckled. “Oh yeah? Really?”

Bucky looked at him dead serious. “Really.”

The guy snorted. “It’s a free country, man, I got the right to say I’d hit that,” he said with a smirk. And Bucky punched him in the face. 

— — —

“Buck, you don’t have to punch every guy who makes a slightly rude comment about me, okay?” you said on the walk home. 

“Yes, I do. You are amazing, and you are worth so much more than whatever bullshit that guy’s got, and he shouldn’t disrespect you,” Bucky argued back. 

“He doesn’t matter! You’re just asking for a fight!” 

“Why do you have a problem with me protecting you?”

“I don’t! It’s just not always the right choice!”

“Well, it definitely was then. He was being an asshole about you.”

“Why do you care so much??”

“‘Cause I love you a little too much to let him get away with it!”

“You love me?? Why??”

Bucky laughed. “Oh, jeez. Do I really gotta have a reason to love you? I mean, c’mon, you’re great, you’re gorgeous, I’ve known you forever, and you’re probably the best thing around here, so I don’t get why you’re so surprised.”

You snorted. “Lot more complimentary than usual.”

“Just more honest than usual.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled. “Do you uh… remember how you got drunk a few nights ago?”

You groaned. “Worst headache of my life. Yes. I remember.”

“Do you remember that uh… you kissed me?”

You stopped in your tracks, frozen. “I kissed you?”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “That you did.”

“...what did you do?” you asked. 

“I uh… I told you that I couldn’t, even though I wanted to, because you were drunk, and that uh, if you remembered in the morning, we could uh… come back to it.”

You looked up at him with a soft smile. “You wanted to?”

Bucky smiled back at you, with the same warmth and softness. “Yeah, I did.”

You grinned. “Well, consider us coming back to it.” And you gently cupped his face and kissed him on your tippy toes. 

“That’s a pretty good comeback.”

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Behavioral Tactics - Spencer Reid & Stiles Stilinski

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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader x Stiles Stilinski

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Someoneʼs fantasies about having Spencer Reid & Stiles Stilinski at the same time (Why choose, right?) are about to come true, after a little bit of wine and a lot of flirting.

•Warnings/Content - piv unprotected (DONT DO THIS KIDS - AND WITH 2 DIFF DUDES JUST LET IT BE FANTASY AND BE HORNY IN YOUR BRAIN HOLES OKAY) ; A-Z all bases covered bc Iʼm one horny bish ; Reader- focused 3-some if that wasnʼt evident ; Spencer and Stiles are HOT SO JUST BE WARNED OKAY ; Mentions of alcohol, some lil bits of bondage and such thingies, SO MUCH PRAISE, petnames and such IʼM SORRY IʼM CHEESY OKAY

•Word Count - 3.5k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - Yaʼll this is just PURE self indulgence at this point, so if anyoneʼs also into it, cool cool cool - I pretty much imagine reader to be Stiles' age and they're in their mid-to-late 20's with Spence around 16 years their senior but you can imagine it however you want! // ALSO TYSM FOR ALL THE NOTES ON MY FIRST FEW WRITING BLURBS OMF YAʼLL MAKE MY DAY I SWEARRRRR

•Additional Tags - Switch!Reader but mostly Sub!Reader, Switch!Spencer, Dom!Stiles, Slightly Tipsy Wine Night Turns Into PURE FILTH, Consent AS ALWAYS Is Important, Brat!Reader fr fr, Boys Whimpering I JUST 🤌🏻

Spencer wasnʼt usually one to drink, but this was a special occasion, he says - the three of us werenʼt able to see one another often, and so a second half-empty wine glass was currently in his hand, in danger of being spilled as Stiles finishes his story and makes the older man laugh so hard his face goes red.

“You told him you would what?ˮ He crows, eyebrows raised.

“I said it once, Iʼm not saying it again.ˮ Stiles shakes his head, reaching for the wine bottle Iʼve currently got clutched to my side. “Hey, refill me, why donʼt you?ˮ

I shake my head; Iʼm feeling fuzzy and light, and enjoying the game of keep-away far too much at the moment to let it go. The idea of them having to wrestle it away from me gives me a funny feeling in my stomach, but I ignore it.

Or so Iʼd thought. Because the moment the idea crosses my mind, their eyes catch it. Micro-expressions. I knew the term well from many late-night conversations with my two close friends, as they were both FBI agents, one specifically focused on analyzing behavior. How had I expected to hide this from them? It was only a matter of time until-

“Sheʼs doing it again.ˮ

“Huh? Iʼm doing…what? Iʼm not doing anything.ˮ

“Dilated pupils,ˮ Spencer notes, as if heʼs diagnosing something clinical. “Reddened skin. Iʼd stand to wager…elevated heart rate, as well?ˮ

Getting up from their shared couch, Stiles reaches for the wine, but instead, his hand brushes my neck with a careful look in his eye. Iʼm fixated, unable to move or speak, or really even breathe, to think of it.

“Youʼre right on the money, Reid.ˮ He nods, his fingers at my pulse point. My skin is burning at the sudden intimacy.

“Whatʼre you guys going on about?ˮ

“Still playing innocent?ˮ Stiles chuckles, backing up. I let out a heavy breath, half- caught in my throat over a newly forming lump.

“I have no idea what…ˮ

“Weʼre talking about?ˮ Spencer finishes, licking his lips and leaning forward. “Oh, but I think you do. Donʼt you agree, Stiles?ˮ

Stiles nods, not even looking at him. Theyʼre both hyper-focused on me, and the attention feels both fantastic and utterly unbearable at the same time.

“Every time weʼve gotten together, the three of us,ˮ Stiles continues, reaching out a hand and beckoning me forward. They shuffle apart, making a space between the two where Iʼd fit…if I wanted. “Itʼs undeniable. The looks you give.ˮ

My heart is in my throat, eyeing the space that Spencerʼs now patting. I set the bottle aside, the game utterly forgotten.

“I-ˮ

“Did we misread?ˮ He raises an eyebrow, setting down his glass. “Iʼd thought for sure you were thinking of us all…together.ˮ

The sip of wine Iʼd been taking that turned more into a chug comes back up into my glass. I cough, pushing it away. Stiles takes it, making sure Iʼm alright before continuing Spencerʼs thought.

“Sweetheart, if weʼre making you uncomfortable-ˮ

“No, not at all.ˮ I blurt, looking back and forth between them. Spencer, with his hair slicked back and slightly disheveled, who Iʼve thought of time and time again but never had the courage to do anything about besides call out his name in my late nights alone with myself; Stiles, my best friend, my confidante…one of the most attractive men Iʼve ever known. The whirlwind of explicit mind pictures involving him goes back a long, long time. Yes, Iʼve thought about it. Dreamt of it. But for it to actually happen, to no longer just be a fantasy, was never something Iʼd anticipated.

“I told you,ˮ Spencer smirks, not at all cocky - just knowing he was right.

I flush. “You guys talk about me alot, huh?ˮ

"About us, sometimes.ˮ Stiles nods, still eyeing me and beckoning me to sit. “Look, really, if you arenʼt into the idea, Iʼll back off. Weʼll back off,ˮ He amends, a short glance to his side. “But honestly, itʼs been a long time coming, hasnʼt it? You and us.ˮ

His words are divine, luring me in. Iʼm taking his hand before my mind can catch up, and sitting in the space between them. The heat from their bodies is only a further spur into this dangerous new game weʼre playing, now.

“I think…youʼre okay with it, arenʼt you?ˮ Spencer murmurs, gentle but teasing. He brushes my hair from my neck, leaning closer.

“Youʼre drunk,ˮ I let out a nervous laugh, shivering at his touch. Stiles is mirroring him on my left, although heʼs a bit more brazen, closer to me, his lips at my ear.

“Not even close,ˮ He chuckles, breath tickling my skin. “A glass or two isnʼt nearly enough to get me drunk. How about you, Spence?ˮ

“Nope.ˮ

“Well, I-ˮ My eyes flutter shut when Stilesʼ kiss hits my neck, brain going fuzzy. Oh, my god, what?

“Are you?ˮ Spencer goads, his hand resting on my thigh. “Iʼve certainly seen you drunk off of at least twice what youʼve had tonight, and from that point of reference, Iʼm going to say youʼre more in the buzzed-to-tipsy range.ˮ

“Just say no, I mean it,ˮ Stiles pulls back, his voice a husky whisper. “Consentʼs more important, Iʼll just take care of business myself, if I gotta.ˮ

“Iʼm fairly sober,ˮ I admit, looking at him. Gods, I want to kiss him. I want to kiss them both. “And Iʼm okay with it if you are. If…you both are?ˮ

“Okay with it?ˮ Spencer laughs. I catch the edge of his grin out of the corner of my eye, unsure who to focus on.

“I want it.ˮ I swallow, ready and willing to admit to every brazen thought Iʼd ever had. The temptation is much too strong, the lull of their voices and hands and lips and eyes and… Oh, good heavens, here we fucking go.

“Thatʼs evident in your behavior,ˮ Spence teases, hand slowly inching up my leg. “Do you want to lead, or be lead?ˮ

Not one to wait on me to respond, Stiles is back at my neck, and Iʼm finding it hard to speak. Rather than attempt words at this point, I tug at Spencerʼs collar, eyes on his lips.

His gaze, heavy-lidded and lust blown, drinks in my desperation for but a moment, then heʼs kissing me - and what a feeling it is, to have their attention centered on me. All at once, distracting and overwhelming, yet I canʼt get enough. Spencer kisses like he needs air and Iʼm oxygen, devouring me to the point Iʼm almost being pushed into Stilesʼ lap.

“Hey, there,ˮ Sti chuckles, gripping me tighter the moment Spencer backs off. “My turn?ˮ

I nod, more nervous about this than even Spencer had made me. Something about Stiles has always just…gotten to me, that way. And now is certainly no exception, with him pulling me into his lap and pulling my face down to his own.

Kissing Stiles is much different than kissing Spencer; Where Spence is hungry, Stiles is almost animalistic, despite being entirely and simply human - he makes up for it in the passion he brings, deep and hot and breathy kisses that make my head spin.

“We should- uh, my room?ˮ I mumble against him, reaching for a hand from either one of them. They both take me up on it, and let me lead them up the stairs. I can feel their bemusement coming off of them in waves, sprinkled into the desire that has them so warm Iʼm already sweating in my minimal clothes.

Once the doorʼs shut behind us, and Iʼm sat on my bed, their gazes have mefeeling so indescribably small.

“So eager, sweet girl.ˮ Stiles cooes.

“Look at you, weʼve barely touched you and youʼre already squirming.ˮ Spencer smirks, slowly undoing his belt without breaking eye contact. “Think you can be patient for us?ˮ

My eyes flick between them, one locking the door while the other, taller one is approaching me; I instinctively reach for him, but Spence tuts, pushing me back.

“Guess not,ˮ He chuckles, motioning for me to move back towards the headboard. I have a sinking feeling I know exactly where heʼs going with this, and I whine in protest as Iʼm proved right - wrists pinned above my head, secured with the very belt that had just been around his hips.

“Youʼre gonna be trouble, arenʼt you?ˮ

“Of course she is,ˮ Stiles laughs, coming to sit on the bed with us. They both gaze at me, helpless as I am, with the utmost mix of adoration and desire. I had expected to feel enjoyment from this, but safety? Oh, itʼs the cherry on top of a very delicious cake.

“No, Iʼll be good - I swear."

“Of course you will, sweetheart.ˮ Spencer tips my chin up to him as he climbs on top of me. It kills me that I canʼt reach up and touch him, and with that little smirk spreading across his face, he knows. Between him leaning down to kiss me again, and the gentle but firm hands of Stiles snaking up my thighs, Iʼm breathless and pleading.

“Please, please, just-ˮ

Spencerʼs lips cut me off, and I let myself get lost in the haze of him for a moment, just a moment. My attention snaps back into focus when I feel my shorts being tugged down my thighs.

“You two…ʼtryna kill me.ˮ I moan, and I can feel Spencer smile against me.

“Actually, the likelihood of dying due to any type of sexual arousal or intercourse is fairly minimal, so youʼre likely in the clear.ˮ He quips.

“If I could roll my eyes-ˮ

“Oh, weʼll give you something to roll your eyes back for.ˮ Stilesʼ voice comes from right above my heat, and I shudder, bucking up to try to grasp any sort of friction.

“Calm down, pretty girl.ˮ Spencer chides, his hand gripping my jaw and bringing me deeper into the kiss. I sigh, giving in, and simply allow his kisses on my lips, my neck, and Stilesʼ slow and agonizing undressing of my lower half.

He lets out a low noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, once my panties are discarded. “Youʼre a fuckinʼ mess, princess. Is that all for us?ˮ

Itʼs all I can do to let out an approving whine, a not so subtle begging for something, anything to break this coil built up in my belly. My arms are starting to hurt from the amount of tugging Iʼve been doing to try to get free, but I can barely even feel it. I just need them, both of them, so badly.

“Cʼmere, get a look at her.ˮ Stiles pulls Spencer back, and he pouts a moment before focusing on me - well, the lower half of me.

“Fuck.ˮ Spencer groans, rubbing his chin with a slack-open mouth. “You werenʼt kidding. Pretty girl, youʼre wet.ˮ

“Are you gonna do anything about it?ˮ My tone is desperate, but entirely bratty. The looks I get from the pair of them tells me Iʼm gonna pay for that.

“We could just leave you there and take care of ourselves.ˮ Spencer snaps back, but I can see in his eyes thatʼs the last thing he wants. I donʼt have to be a profiler to know how badly he wants to be inside me right now.

“Or we could do it together,ˮ Stiles adds, watching my reaction. “Oh, you would like that a little too much, though, wouldnʼt you? Does that get you off, sweet girl?ˮ

I nod. “Okay, Iʼll behave, just please, touch me or something?ˮ

“Sheʼs so pretty when sheʼs desperate for us, isnʼt she?ˮ Stiles smirks, leaning over me tauntingly. One hand traces lightly over my thigh, ever so gently. Spencer sits right on the other side of me, his grasp a bit more firm, a lot closer to where Iwant them to be.

“Aw, I think she deserves at least a little something.ˮ Spencer cooes, bringing his free hand to his mouth. I watch in awe as he sticks his fingers in and brings them out with a pop, so sure of himself as he brings them to my folds. Gentle but swift, he inserts one, then two fingers, once he hears the noise of relief I let out.

“S-Spence-ˮ

“There you go, beautiful. Just needed someone to touch you, huh?ˮ

The long, practiced fingers of Spencer Reid send my mind into a tailspin; Unable to think of anything other than the sheer pleasure and joy of knowing this is actually happening, I canʼt bring myself to feel any sort of self-consciousness - I only know the sweet nothings they whisper, and once Iʼve hit my limit and cried out for Spencer, how they trade off and now itʼs Stilesʼ turn to learn my body.

Somehow, though his touch is different, itʼs equally as pleasant, from the tugs he makes against my sweet spot to the thumb rubbing circles against my throbbing clit. Only when Iʼve came for him, as well, does Spencer gently push him aside, positioning himself between my folds with a hungry groan.

Stiles climbs up to kiss me, and Spencerʼs kiss…is somewhere else entirely. Iʼm mewling against the lips that suck on mine, bucking up despite myself into Spencerʼs face. He takes it well, only gripping my thighs harder and pressing his tongue deeper into my core. I can feel myself leaking onto his chin, and like a man starved, he eats with a deepseated hunger and noises that make my stomach twist. Mumbles and groans of ‘you taste so goodʼ push me over the edge once, twice, I lose count.

When itʼs time for the expected switching, Iʼm aching to feel something more, and it seems Spencer can sense this; while he climbs up to kiss me, he also sets to releasing my binds.

“Wanna know a little secret of mine?ˮ He whispers, voice low in my ear. “Iʼd like to see you take a little bit of your control back…just a bit.ˮ

The release I give into Stilesʼ mouth as I kiss Spencer, now that Iʼm free to do whatever I please with my hands, is monumental. Iʼm tearing at Spenceʼs clothes, and he responds with pulling my shirt over my head, his mouth latching onto my breasts. I cry out, more than ready for everything this will give me. It doesnʼt take long for the three of us to get undressed, heat of the moment as it is.

“Please-please-ˮ

“Thereʼs no need to whine, love.ˮ Spencer murmurs, tracing down a pattern from my lips to my chest. “What do you need? Use your words.ˮ

“Someone needs to be inside me, and now.ˮ

This earns a chuckle from the both of them.

“Are we flipping a coin?ˮ Stiles quips, sidling up behind me as Spence rolls off to my front.

“Statistically speaking, it is the most-mmm-ˮ His voice lilts as I reach for him, eyes fluttering when I stroke. “Now thatʼs not…fair.ˮ

Stiles reaches over across my hip, circling my clit. “Behave, princess.ˮ

I rut back against him, earning a low moan.

“Someone. Either. Both?ˮ

“Now that sounds difficult to…position-ˮ Spence grunts.

Stiles takes the opportunity of my distraction to shift me a bit, pressing his tip to my folds. One rut forward and heʼs swiftly entered, making my hand and voice stutter against Spence. “Good girl,ˮ Stiles cooes, brushing my hair off of my neck and kissing at it as he works to find a pace inside me. “Good girl.ˮ

I whine - really, thereʼs no other word for it - and do my best to continue pleasuring Spencer, but the overstimulation of it all makes my brain go numb. Heʼs helpful, though, fucking up into my hand and echoing Stilesʼ praises with gentle and passionate kisses to my lips, my chest, my jaw. When Sti rolls me over, pulling out and climbing onto me before getting back to it, Spencer backs up and eyes us with utterly delicious lust, his hand pumping slow and hard against himself.

The noises filling my room are lewd, downright nasty, but the feelings are just so good, I canʼt bring myself to feel anything but disgusting pleasure from it all. Have we been here for hours now? Days? It feels like itʼs been forever and yet no time at all. The scratches Iʼve left down Stilesʼ back wonʼt be going anywhere for likely just as long. When the beautiful man wants to use my mouth, Iʼm ready and willing, and take his load without blinking. I doubt Iʼll ever get over the sight of him letting go and howling my name, either.

“There you go…did sʼgood for me.ˮ He praises, wiping the stray trail from my lips as he backs up, a sweet kiss to my cheek as well. “Spence?ˮ

“Only if sheʼs up for it,ˮ Spencer approaches slowly, eyeing me carefully. “How about it, pretty girl?ˮ

I nod fervently, and he likely would have laughed if he wasnʼt so overtaken. I reach out to pull him onto me, but he lifts me up and mumbles something about it ‘being my turn to be on topʼ. Hesitantly, I adjust myself until Iʼm hovering over him. Something about those eyes on me has my heart thudding so hard Iʼd almost think heʼd hear it; The noise that rips from me when I sit down onto him is almost criminal.

“Youʼre in control,ˮ He tells me, hands on my hips as but a guide to rock me back and forth. “Do what you will with me.ˮ

I set to making a pace with him, and to my enjoyment, Spencer is a whimperer when I do it just right. “You feel… fuck, you feel so good on me, baby. Better than I ever imagined, my mind canʼt even do you justice, and thatʼs… saying something, oh my god-ˮ

“Sweet talker,ˮ I coo, grinding against him just to get more of those wonderful whimpers. “Youʼre gonna make me… Spence-ˮ

“Please, cum all over me, youʼve earned it, havenʼt you? Been so fucking good for me.ˮ

“I-I need-ˮ The words wonʼt escape, so I simply show him, bringing his hands to my breasts and motioning, pull.

Heʼs a diligent submissive for the moment, doing as I ask. And the waves crash over me and out of me and onto him with such intensity I almost lose vision. More, I want more, and Iʼm begging for it so much that he canʼt say no, rubbing a pattern on my pounding clit until Iʼm seeing stars.

“Doing okay, baby?ˮ

“I could take you two…all night.ˮ I moan. The energy to do so may put me in a coma, but…

“I wanna cum in you,ˮ He grips my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “Can I? Is that okay?ˮ

"Yes, so very okay.ˮ

As Spencer chases his high, heʼs sloppier and thrusting up into me with the loudest noises of the night from him, and again I lose count of the edges he sends me over; A sweet melody, him calling out to me as he topples over his edge and comes down, both of us running down the space where we meet. I collapse onto his chest, and he strokes my hair, soft and sweet praises and kisses a stark contrast to the dirty things weʼd all done together tonight.

A strange noise rips from the edge of the bed, and we turn to look and see Stiles, completely passed out and snoring.

“Is he…?ˮ

“He is.ˮ

We laugh, careful not to wake the poor boy as Spencer gets to work cleaning me up. Once heʼs done so, I tug Stiles up into bed with us, relishing in them holding me on either side.

“Mmmm…sleepy.ˮ He groans, snuggling into me. “That was fuckinʼ something.ˮ

“Very much something.ˮ Spencer agrees, smirking on the other side of me.

“Something we should do again sometime?ˮ

“Yes!ˮ Stiles whines. “Just…lemme sleep more first, and Iʼm ready…tʼgo…ˮ

Spencer and I laugh again, and itʼs clearly a unanimous decision - this will happen again. And thank the gods, because I certainly havenʼt gotten enough of them just yet.

[babyjakes]

if this was a movie.

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summary | your nerdy best friend is gonna make you a star.

pairing | nerd!best friend!jake jensen x reader

warnings | jakey is lowkey a perv but that's exactly how we love him. best friend!jakey except he's so down bad for reader. reader is nervous/inexperienced. filming/making porn. fingering (both holes >:^)). heavy clit focus, my beloved <3. clit slapping. squirting. praise and humiliation. so many petnames (it's jakey, duh.) me again picking a taylor title bc i have no impulse control.

word count | 1,165

an | hehe well :^) i've been thinking about nerdy bestie jakey for a while and i just thought i'd write a little something for him, i've been thinking a LOT about pornstar/director au's lately and this felt like a cute little way to enter the genre. hope you guys enjoy, please help me spread my love for jakey by reblogging!!! <3

"A-Are you sure about this, Jakey?" you ask, wide-eyed as you lean back carefully against your best friend's second-hand leather sofa. In front of you, the blonde-haired boy fiddles with his camera, trying to get the angle of the tripod just right.

Jake looks up at you through the round frames of his glasses, giving you a confident smile. "'Course I am, sweetcheeks," he promises as he finally finds a shot he likes. "Remember all those filming classes I took in high school? Looks like they're finally gonna pay off," he chuckles.

"I-I just, I don't know," you admit shyly as your friend hits record, a small red light shining to the side of the camera's wide lens. "Will people even wanna watch this sort of thing?"

Jake furrows his brow as he crouches down in front of you on the floor, reaching out a hand to rub your knee as you hug your legs up to your chest nervously. "Of course they will, cutie. You're gonna be a hit, just wait and see. Guys online will go crazy over a sweet little thing like you." He gently places a large hand over each of your knees, easing them to either side of the couch to give the camera a full view of your sheer lace panties. "These are so pretty, honey," Jake murmurs as he carefully runs a few fingers over your clothed pussy, causing heat to rise up in your cheeks as you let out a soft whimper. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Try to forget the camera's even there, yeah? S'just you and me, I got you."

You turn your head to the side, too embarrassed to watch as your best friend continues petting you lightly over the thin strip of fabric covering your most sensitive places. "Mmm," you can hear the smile in Jake's voice as he notes, "you're already getting wet, sweetheart. Look so sweet like this, doing so good for me." He focuses a single finger to rub against the small damp patch in the center of your panties. "Right there," he sighs happily as he takes his time teasing you. "What do you say, pretty girl? Should we give your adoring audience a closer look?"

His hands come up to hook under the waistline of the undies as he gently eases them off of you. Your legs instinctually close again, but he's quick to open you back up for the camera, spreading you nice and wide as your cheeks only burn more with humiliation and uncertainty. "There," Jake coos, giving the viewers the exact shot he knows they've been waiting for. "There she is, oh my," he chuckles as he drags a finger through your leaking folds, stringing out your arousal for you and everyone watching to see. "Look at how excited you are, baby. Here, why don't we just-" his voice lulls a bit as he uses both of his large hands to spread your dripping cunt further open, his mouth practically watering at the sight. "Oh honey," he murmurs. "You've been keeping this all to yourself? What a shame, s'the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

Your muscles twitch as the man keeps you suspended in anticipation, just lightly manipulating your flesh this way and that to give the camera an array of angles and views, with all of you spread out so helplessly, of course. "Wanna make sure they can see everything, sweetie," he explains in a soothing manner as he pulls back the hood around your hardened bundle of nerves, giving the exposed head a quick few swipes with his finger. You gasp, jerking at the sudden burning pleasure. "Mhmm, just as I thought," the blonde observes aloud. "Already so sensitive, aren't you, cutie? You're very swollen down here, guess I'm not surprised."

Jake brings the pads of two of his digits down to begin circling over your drenched hole. "Easy, sweet thing. M'gonna stretch you open now, okay? Wanna let your fans see how tight this little baby pussy is." You let out a fluttering sigh as he coaxes his fingers into you. "That's it," he encourages you, "fuck, so fucking tight, pretty girl." He takes a moment with his fingers fully inserted, spreading them apart to let your viewers see your poor little hole being stretched as far as it can manage.

Once he's satisfied with the spectacle he's given, he begins working his fingers in and out of you, his pace gradually increasing as your legs fall further apart while you hum and moan softly to yourself. "Good, that's my good girl," he smiles as he surprises you by spitting down on your puckered asshole, earning a gasp from you as your knees tremble.

He begins teasing the entrance to your virgin bottom with the pad of his thumb, biting his tongue in concentration as you begin falling apart beneath his touch. "J-Jakey," you groan softly in humiliation, "please, I- oh!" Your protests are cut off by a strained whine escaping your lips, his thick digit having forced its way past the tight outer ring of your poor rosebud. "Jakey, Jakey," you whimper, your eyes rolling back on their own as your head falls to the side, the pressure in your tummy becoming more and more urgent.

"C'mon, cutie. Keep making those pretty sounds for me. You gonna be a good girl and cum for the camera?" All you can manage in response is a string of incoherent whimpers and whines. Jake chuckles almost cruelly at the pathetic state he's brought you to. "I'll take that as a yes. Almost there, baby. Here, let's help you out a little, huh?"

His free hand finds your clit, tugging back on the surrounding skin to expose the poor bundle of nerves as he again swipes mercilessly at it, reducing you nearly to tears as an unbearable tightness forms in your gut. "Please, please!" you pant, your hands scrambling to grip at the couch beneath you as you hurtle to the edge of your climax, well past the point of no return.

"Come on, sweetheart. Give us a big one," Jake cheers as you cry out in euphoria, your body convulsing violently as your orgasm tears through you. "That's it, that's my girl," Jake beams proudly as he rips his fingers out of you, smacking his drenched digits down against your poor exposed button to force you to squirt. Across your entire body, your skin is ablaze. Your high feels like it lasts for entire minutes before finally beginning to cease, tiny shocks and tingles shooting through your limbs as you float down, struggling to catch your breath.

Through half-closed lids, you can barely look out at the blonde-haired boy kneeling before you. He smiles gently, easing his fingers out of you as you let out a final set of jumbled whimpers. "That's my girl," he says again, reaching up to cup your cheek softly. "I just knew it. My girl's gonna be a star."

[hughiecampbelle]

Coffin (Jack Crawford Drabble)

Character/s: Jack, Hannibal mention

Word Count: 935

A/N: I really had a hard time with this prompt, which is why it's a day late (among other reasons) and a teensy bit shorter than the rest of the fics. I am so very sorry my loves, I will get back on track! My favorite thing to write is a complicated, unhappy marriage and who else fits better than Jack Crawford lol. Kicking my feet and giggling at the idea of a marriage crumbling all bc of his stubbornness!!!! It's pouring out and my glasses come today (they're super cute!) and I just know it's gonna be a good day!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! ❤❤❤❤

WRITING EVENT ❤️🔪🩸

Jack, please. . . But you can’t manage the rest of your sentence. What else can you beg for? What else can you plead for? Instead, you look to Dr. Lecter for help. His voice, gentle yet stern, explains your secrets, saying them out loud when you are unable to. Jack's eyes never leave you. His gaze fixated on your face, on the tears that slipped down your cheeks quietly. You can’t meet his eyes though, instead they are cast down at your lap, your fingers antsy, peeling back at hangnails until blood beads from the wound. You stick it in your mouth, not wanting to stain your clothes, tasting metal. Hannibal keeps going on, breaking the news without sterility. You never wanted the truth to come out, not like this. You wanted to keep going with your life, your marriage, even as it began to rot. You wanted to die with Jack as your husband, your love, not as a stranger. You had months left, six if you were lucky, though you weren’t holding out hope. Your life hasn’t been full of luck. There wasn’t an abundance of it. Jack's deep, low voice interrupts him. Why wouldn’t you tell me?

Something sleeps between you in bed. Not a child like you’d always hoped. A family of three, your perfect baby. No, you can’t have that. You never will. Everything you’ve never said drives a division in your marriage. A gaping hole in the mattress, an incision cut down the middle. Desperate, he reaches out, but you cannot reciprocate. You can’t crawl into his embrace and ask for forgiveness. Not tonight, at least. You move farther away from him, to your side, and he understands. He followed you to that office. He sat outside, in the waiting room, and listened through the door. When your time was up, when you thanked Dr. Lecter for his help, you ran into your husband. Physically walking into him. Even before you knew who it was, you smelled him. His cologne. The same on you agonized over, wanting to get the perfect one for his birthday, something you’d both enjoy. That’s what your life used to be: picking out perfumes. Worrying how long it would last, if he’d like it as much as he did, if he would even wear it. Life was easy. You had plenty of time back then. Time to waste, to throw away. How silly it all was. 

You pretend to be asleep when his alarm goes off. He showers, dressing quickly, but when you expect him to walk out the room, he sits instead at the edge of the bed. I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry. You don’t move, don’t flinch, keep your eyes closed. We’ll figure this out together. His voice travels. The door creaks. I love you, he admits, before closing it. That was it, though. He couldn’t face you. He couldn’t look at you and proclaim his feelings, his thoughts and emotions. He had to do it in secret, when he believed you couldn’t hear him. Only anger, disbelief, sadness – those are what he could share, show, perform. He was only capable of being gentle when you weren’t aware. You didn’t want this. You never wanted him to find out. Let him live in ignorance, in bliss. Instead, he searched for answers when he shouldn’t have and now the both of you were hurting. 

He is married to his job. The gore, the carnage, the misery it causes others lulls him to sleep each night. Your marriage was barely breathing. Its coffin was picked out, anticipating the end. It wasn’t your impending death that would call it quits. It’s been decrepit for a long time now. Muscle withering, bones growing soft, skin wrinkling and spotting. Aging is a privilege, but not when it comes to love. You are the mistress, the person he cheats with, a self-indulgence he cannot give up. Chocolate on a cheat day. His career, his peers and students, those are who he vowed himself to. If he does change, if he does try to make you his top priority, it’s not because he’s realized his faults. It’s not because wants to love you the way he used to, the way you deserve. It’s because he knows you have so little time left. Death, mortality, was the only reason he was putting in the effort. How sad is that? 

Why wouldn’t you tell me? He repeats, and you cannot keep biting your tongue. Your eyes meet his and your words come out harsh, cruel. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want you to mourn me while I’m still alive. He looks as if you’d slapped him, his cheek stinging. The drive home is long, an impending doom settling into your chest. You saw it in his expression, the gears of his mind turning. He wants to repent for his sins. Apologize and move on. You refused. Now you lay in the bed, the bed you shared with him. You smelled his cologne, the one you’d picked out and wrapped, placing a bow on top. You listened to him walk down the stairs. Heard his keys in his hand and, eventually, the front door closed. You weren’t concerned with how many mornings you had like this. How many more dinners you’d share, books you’d read, nights you’d spend wanting to be held by anyone else but him. Instead, you thought of the time after you’re gone. Jack alone, throwing himself into his career, explosive with anger hurting everyone in his path. You’re always getting ahead of yourself Jack. . .

[marblemoonstones]

stiletto 👠

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summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen.

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in forever 🥲 i’ve been so busy, but i’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because i wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc i wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

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Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

a/n: sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but i just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

[ashsostrange]

i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

[mnyd]

hiiiiii i have a haobin prompt! did you see the “it would be great if hyung was my boyfriend” tweet before it was deleted? bc since then i have not been able to get the idea of a sleepy, mumbly hanbin accidentally confessing to hao why he tucks hanbin into bed

Hanbin takes care of everyone else.

Zhang Hao wants to take care of him.

pairing : zhang hao x sung hanbin genre : fluff word count : 600~

Watching someone sleep is pretty high up on the list of things that you shouldn't do.

He should stop, but there's something that freezes his feet in place, something that stops him from leaving when Hanbin snuffles and shifts onto his stomach, hair fanning across the blankets and his eyelashes defined against the pale curve of his cheekbone.

Hanbin's jacket is still on. He is covered from head to toe, and he's barely made it onto the bed before passing out, in a sleep so deep that he hardly moves.

There's concern, of course. But underlying it all, Hao likes–or something else–Hanbin, and he can't help but think that he looks peaceful in sleep. Pretty.

The tight line of his mouth spreads itself out again when he sleeps, parted slightly, each soft breath causing his chest to rise and fall underneath the comforter.

The urge to reach out and stroke his face surfaces temporarily, and Zhang Hao doesn't manage to smother it in time. He pats the back of Hanbin's head. He still looks – if Hanbin's eyes were open, he would smile, say something witty about Hao's insistent staring.

It was a hard day, Hao thinks, and it's more than practice that has Hanbin so exhausted. It's the weight of being the center, the weight of first place, the weight of the performance and the pressure of all the eyes looming over them.

Hanbin twitches slightly, wrinkling his nose. His breathing hitches, and Hao wonders briefly if he's having a nightmare.

Then something warm floods his stomach when Hanbin lets out a quiet, gentle sort of noise. Like a cat. Definitely not a nightmare. His expression is calm and relaxed, breathing even. The sound cracks at his chest, his heart open and wanting, warmth blooming into impossible fondness.

Hanbin takes care of everyone else. Hao wants to take care of him.

He moves the box first. He doesn't want Hanbin to bump his knee while he sleeps. He sets it on the dresser as quietly as he can, barely rustling the contents of it as he moves.

Hanbin gets warm easily, but still, he should sleep with a blanket over him–the rooms get unusually cold at night. The blanket is still folded neatly at the top of the bed, smooth and perfectly creased because Hanbin is a perfectionist in a sick kind of way.

He moves the blanket down from where it lays under Hanbin's hand, doing his best not to jostle him.

Hanbin raises his head, bleary-eyed and softer than ever. "Hyung," he says, so quiet that the cameras don't catch it.

"Mm," Hao responds, and he keeps wrapping the blanket around him. Hanbin rubs at his eyes, soft and puffy-faced, and Hao wishes he could hold him without the world bursting into flames.

"This is nice." Hanbin yawns. Hao drags the pillow down and folds the blanket over him again. Hanbin is awake now, and as much as he hates to admit it, he's a grown man who can probably take care of himself.

They're not even in the same dorm anymore. He should go.

"Good night, Bin."

"Hyung," Hanbin says again, and he's holding Hao's arm in both of his own now, like a sleepy, warm, koala.

"It would be nice," Hanbin holds his arm tighter. He's rubbing his cheek into Hao's arm, and Hao freezes, heart thumping rabbit-quick in his chest. "If you were my boyfriend."

"What?" Hao gapes. In his surprise, Hao falls over his own feet, landing in the bed with a soft oof. And he's falling, but his heart soars, threatening to break a hole through his chest.

"Ow," Hanbin cradles his arm where Hao had hit it while he'd fallen. "Wait, this isn't a dream?"

based on this video

[gracielukey]

Sige.

1

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Filipino Spider-Woman Reader (not yet established.)

Summary: You just sucked into the spider society when you were accidentally got involved in an Anomaly.

word count: 2177

Warning: none

I am not a writer.. like absolutely not one at all 😭 this is my first ever like fanfic this year.. and like no proof read bcs ADHD said I can't have nice things

not a native speaker aswell.. so might use some words incorrectly also like bad grammar.

You found yourself being thrown all over the place by your universe's version of Doc Ock, Again. he went on explaining how and why he called himself that his achievements and how people like her ruined his life, name; basic villain monologue.

It was in the middle of the day, it was scourging hot especially in the summer heat. Both of you were tired, you honestly expected yourself to die in the hands of heatstroke in a couple of minutes if you were being honest.

"Uy.. Doc. What if uwi nalang muna tayo.. ang init eh! As in mamatay ako sa init if itutuloy natin toh.. like ikaw din naman claro naiinitan. Gusto mo I-Libre pa kita ng ice cream!"

(Hey doc, what if we go home for now.. its like super hot! To the point I'd die because of the heat if we continued this. Like It's clear you're also feeling the heat. If you want I can but you an ice cream!)

you told him, like it was just another Wednesday thing. The fact you weren't taking him seriously struck a cord. Why couldn't you take him seriously? Is he just one of those villain of the weak you keep talking about when he was studying you, more like stalking but it's all in the name of defeat you; it isn't stalking. he laughed trying to keep in the anger that was building up inside of him.

"Are.. you even taking me seriously?" his metal tentacles slowly rising him, in a way to intimidate you. You replied immediately with a no. A deadpan face plastered all over.

"Bakit kita seseryosohin?" (Why would I take you seriously?") placing your hands on your hips, he growled in anger. He lost it. He laughed maniacally, he started attacking all over the place. Swinging, you wrapped your web all over his tentacles before pinning him into the ground. Hardening your webs and making it a saw like string. You cut it off before webbing Doc Ock, only leaving his mouth and nose not covered in web before dialing the police.

It has been like that everyday. Ever since 4 months ago. the current craze was Lato-Lato which made you and your friends go on a rabbit hole of things you guys did as kids that's how you ended up in that situation. you were catching spiders with your friends to make a betting game on which spider was better.

Minutes later, you found an amazing colorful spider. Despite knowing that anything colorful is a sign to not get close to it, you got closer.. closer.. before having it all up to your face. Getting the empty match box ready, you placed your hand with the match box in it, in front of the spider. It went inside the box, that was easy enough. 'I didn't need to push it inside?' You placed the match box inside your pocket, not realizing you didn't close it properly. You walked back to your friend group, hoping the spider you picked as a the face for the fight would win.

Not knowing any better, you happy got back to your friends, excited to show them the spider you found.

"GUYS TIGNAN NIYO! ASTIG NG MUKHA NG GAGAMBA O!!" (GUYS LOOK! ITS A COOL LOOKING SPIDER)

you hurriedly showed them the spider you found, but when you tried taking it out your pocket, its turns out the spider long left the match box and instead has been waiting for you to put your hand back in the pockets, ready to bite. While looking for the match box, it crawled on your hand and bit you by the hand.

"GAGO— PUTANG INA" (BASTARD— SON OF A BITCH)

you immediately started shaking your hands trying to get the spider off. Your friends huddle around you, looking concerned as you pointed to the spider that was running away. You screamed in pain as one of your friends laughed, you wanted to slap them, you were preparing to slap them but instead, you.. webbed their face?

Everyone froze in fear, especially you. The one you webbed started freaking out immediately screaming to get it of their face. You rushed in and tried taking it off but they just screamed and told you to get away from them. They didn't hate you, just scared that you might web them again. You backed off and the others immediately helped them.

You sat down looking at your palms, you tried doing what you did earlier, in hopes you were just imagining it. But no, you didn't. You accidentally webbed the person you webbed earlier, AGAIN. Earning an annoyed groan from them.

"Ginagago mo ba ako?"(are you fucking with me?) They said, in a muffled tone since they were webbed.

It seems like the atmosphere has gotten better. They all started laughing instead of being afraid of you, same with the person you webbed.

After that day, they helped you get better with your abilities. You all made an oath to only keep this new found ability of yours at the back of everyones head. Your knowledge in martial arts came in handy when you started becoming more confident in your abilities, stopping Robbers murderers, and abusers.

Word spread fast when marites and chismosos exist. Because of it, you had to make a costume. Thankfully, one of your friends is a cosplayer. An amazing costume maker at that. You drew the design and they helped stitch the costume. Since the weather in the Philippines was hell, you guys decided to make a costume that could hide your identity but breezy enough to let you not die of a heatstroke.

After your short stand off with Doc Ock, you were hit in the face by a big.. human like.. vulture? It spoke in a glitch that you couldn't understand. Even it's own body started glitching out. It flew all over the place, knocking down lights and even got stuck at the cable wires that connected each post light together. It got shocked into oblivion, causing the chase to end short.

You wrapped yourself in clothes before pulling it down, hoping that you wouldn't end up in the same fate as that disgusting bird. You wrapped it in web before hardening it and letting it become solid like cement. You didn't want to see that disgusting bird ever again.

It's like the lord agreed with your opinion on it being disgusting, a lady drove out of a portal..? She hopped off her sports motorcycle and smiled at you before webbing the end of her motor and the vulture.

You stood there, confused as webbed up the vulture even more. Especially because of the fact she just came out of a portal. She then looked back at you, before talking.

"Spider-woman."

*you tensed up before speaking up*

"m uhm me too!-"

You waved at her nervously. She was clearly a spider person like you too; so you took off your mask revealing your nervous smile. The stranger then giggled at your nervousness.

"I'm not here to hurt you honey, just tryna retrieve an anomaly okay?" She walked up to you before patting your back. "Actually, I'm here to invite you as well." she fetched something by the compartment of her Motorcycle; then tossing the bracelet your way. You catch it before looking at her with a puzzled face.

"What.. am I supposed to do with this Gizmo?" You said while examining the object. She then walked up to you and wrapped it around your wrists.

"I want you to wear this as a temporary thing before you give me your final decision. I want to invite you an elite spider society but I want you to know it before joining. What do you say?"

you looked at the gizmo on your wrist before nodding carefully. She then smiled and pulled your wrist, she rode her motorcycle, then patted the back seat, waiting for you to sit behind her.

"Oh uhm okay!" You sat behind her, wrapping your hands around her waist like muscle memory. You heard her tapping her wrist watch before a portal opened and sent you into a tunnel like area. You clung onto thinking if you let go you might die. You wanted to scream while being tossed all over the place but you just hugged her even tighter before you could even process anything, she already landed onto a base filled with many spider people like you.

A spider person greeted the stranger that brought you here then took the vulture that was wrapped in cement and then went away. You looked even more confused. What is going on?

You felt someone walk up behind you. Turning around you accidentally bumped them. Your face on their chest before you took a couple of steps back before slowly looking up to see a face filled with so much darkness.

He then looked down at you before looking back at the Stranger. "Jessica.. you recruited someone? Again?" he said before sighing and then rubbing his temples.

You stood there frozen while looking at him then Jessica. "uh—" the tall male figure then turned his head to face you. You immediately closed your mouth.

"Mhmm they seem to have the talent for it! Besides they got wrapped into it. We can't just leave them confused like this. Isn't that right honey?" You looked back at Jessica immediately replying with a loud yes and a salute.

You heard the big man's deep chuckle. It sent shivers down your spine. "Jessica I'll handle it from here." She nodded before riding her Motorcycle then drove away.

He started walking. He didn't even say for you to follow but you did. You followed him like a lost puppy.

After awhile, you guys arrived at this dark.. office? There was a platform in the middle.. which he stepped onto and you followed, you got startled when it when it started to float.

The man turned to you before looking down once again. "I know who you are, You're Y/FN Y/LN. Earth-9BZ16." you looked at him wide eyed. Is he a stalker or something? And earth what?

"I am.. uhm—" he turned to face the screen then dragged a video of you fighting before stopping. "You have Potential. I never planned on recruiting you but since you got tangled up in this mess, I'm here to offer you a position."

"oh uhm— Okay!" You stood there nervously trying to understanding what's happening.

"You see all of these spider people?"

"Yeah?"

"My and everyone else in this Society's job is to ensure that their canon event happens. Like yours and many others." he pulled a screen flashing everyones canon event happening. Including yours when your Aunt Marites died. You cried as she died in your arms from a villain attack while you were focused on evacuating everyone else. She was so busy on trying to look for you so you could escape as well.

Tears started to pool on your eyes when looking at it. "Not cool man.. you can't just show me hard events that happened to me and say it's a canon event." You said before sniffing and wiping away your tears.

"I had to give you an example of a canon event." You rolled your eyes before taking in a sharp breathe.

"Why do you ensure that we get trauma? Why can't we just let these.. get like you know. Not happen. For character development?" You said sarcastically

"Precisely." Oh. You didn't expect that.

"What if I don't want that to happen." You snapped

"Would you rather for one person to die or an entire universe to die?" He pulled a video, a universe collapsing. Not showing who's universe it is.

"I.. how do you know that that's sure to happen? Huh?" You looked back at him with eyes filled with confusion.

He sighed before zooming out of the video. Before replaying the scene again. It showed a video of him running and having a child in his arms, she was crying in his arms, 'Dad..Daddy! Please—' she then disappeared, dissolving into bits of glitches. His face was filled with distraught and shock.

The video cuts there. You look at him. with sadness in your eyes. You were scared of that reality, you felt pity for him. He closed the tab before looking back at you. "Now do you understand why we have to keep the canon event from happening?"

the video kept flashing in your mind, your eyes swelled up from how much a selfish act can make a universe disappear. "y..yeah." You replied weakly.

He offered a watch, the same thing the spider people walking around including him and Jessica were wearing. "Will you join us, to keep the universe, Multiverse. Safe?"

You placed your hand on-top of the watch before looking at him with determined eyes. "yes. I will."

He then placed took of the bracelet Jessica placed on your arm before putting the watch on your wrist. "Good."

[hxmocrastic]

Yandere!Aegon I x M!Reader + NSFW HCs

— pairings ; Yandere!Aegon I x Male!Reader

— a/n ; There's barely any M!Reader fics in ASOIAF Tags so I wanted to make my own ! (And bc I was curious 🤭)

— warnings ; NSFW ; 18+ TWT Links ; Coercion ; Dark Elements ; Yandere Behavior; Hinted Homophobia ; Affair ;

You're a Lannister boy, The youngest of your four brothers and considered the weakest because of your stature, frame, and meek personality. Your father —Loren I Lannister— has always looked down upon you, He shunned and spurned you relentlessly even claiming that you weren't a Lion but a insolent rat. You're brothers were worst, Like your father they maligned you any chance they got hindering your self esteem to a crippled sheet of parchment. Though despite their belittlement, You were determined to prove yourself.

You caught Aegon's Attention when you attended a Tourney, Adorned in Red & Gold Armor representing your house colors. You were up against Ser Dayken Tyrell, A formidable knight but viscous as well. You fell from your horse more times than you could count surely making a mockery of house Lannister. Tyrell came charging at you atop his white stallion until his grace, King Aegon abruptly halted the knight ceasing the tournament.

Aegon took an interest in you and started to unintentionally eye you in the courtyards, Though very discreetly. His stare would linger as you bowed and sulked past him. He began wondering why you always held that glassy look in your eyes.

After watching you for long enough he decides to make you his cupbearer, Deeming you unfit for tourneys. Truly he just wanted to get closer to you. To know you.

During this time the both of you became close with one another, You vented to him about your problems and he'd listen. With his permission of course, It was almost impossible to get this information out of you.

A year passes and Aegon feels something stir within him, The Dark desires he tried to keep down boiling to the surface.

His behavior started to...shift within the last couple of months. He grew overwhelmingly possessive of you, You could barely pour another lords wine without his violet eyes burning holes into your form. You couldn't even go out and speak with your friends without him requesting your presence. Seriously you couldn't even eat by yourself !! And the worst part is you couldn't question him about it either...

It was only a matter of time before His sister-wives started to grow suspicious. I mean who could blame them, He spent more time with you than he did with rhaenys which said something.

Anytime they'd bring this to light to him, Aegon would just chuckle and reassure them that you were a mere servant— a cupbearer at that, And he would never have any relations with you.

Oh boy was he wrong. He'd sabotage and oppose any & all of your marriage proposals. Even going as far as having one of your bride-to-be's killed in her sleep. But for some reason, Even after all the marriage annulments they'd always end up missing.

This put a far greater stain on your reputation, on your house. There was rumors that you were cursed and you started to believe them yourself. But Aegon with that stupidly handsome smile on his face placed your sobbing form in his lap and cooed into your ear with sweet nothings. You couldn't see the twisted grin on his face.

Aegon would pull you from his chest to stare into your (E/C) eyes as he'd persuade you into Bed with him. You stared at the man in shock, mouth agape with no words spewing. You tried to reject him but he'd subtly threatened the Livelihood of your brothers and father, Cornering you. You had no other choice...

— 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 18+

✪ The Faith already had issues with the Targaryens Incestuous polyamory but lying with another man—A Lannister at that, If they were to find out chaos would erupt. Good thing they weren't ever going to. You two had your affairs in secret, You would sneak into his chambers at a certain time and not the other way around.

✪ He's never laid with another man before, But he's willing to try for you. Though Same sex relations weren't entirely scorned upon in his childhood, They weren't praised either. Aegon figured it worked just how a Man & Woman had sex, Let's just say he's a fast learner.

✪ His pace is rough and quick almost unforgiving, He likes to use you as a stress reliever especially when he's aroused. He's quite big, Cut and pink 9'8 but his girth certainly makes up for it.

✪ Aegon can be just as possessive in sex as he is when you're speaking with your brothers. After all the hell they put you through, He dislikes having you around them so more often then not he has you face down ass up on the table with hips slapping against yours. ⭐

✪ He loves taking you on your back with your legs over his shoulders and you underneath him. It gives him a sense of dominance and control over you as if he doesn't have already. But it's also intimate and passionate, He can gaze into your eyes and witness your face contorting into different motions of pleasure. ⭐

✪ When he's feeling gentle, Best believe he will absolutely WORSHIP YOU. I'm talking Shoulder kisses, Feet Massages Etc.

✪ Even though you two were quiet in your affairs, By this point Both Rhaenys & Visenya had put two and two together and already discovered your affair. Rhaenys encouraged him and Visenya could care less.

Art By @chillyravenart

[2005noroithecurse]

☆⠀─── HONEY TRAP⠀ 〳〳⠀ LUCIFER

( ☆ ) — synopsis : you decided to download a sugar baby app, swearing to yourself it was just to get you through money wise. until what you believed was a scammer just using Lucifers pictures turns into something a little different, with a real proposition.

( ☆ ) — word count : 2k+

( ☆ ) — warnings : f!reader, sugar baby ish, talk of baby trapping, creampie, slight nipple play, squirting, mating press, dumbification, dacryphilia

going insane bc I woke up at 4 am with the need to write this I feel like I was momentarily possessed also sorry if there's errors but I'm eepy n don't wanna fix it <33333

Your mouth went dry initially, seeing the notification pop up on your lock screen.

You had downloaded sugardevil in a moment of desperation, a stress spiral caused by the heavy strain of your schedule here in the devildom. Working and keeping up with the brutal coursework had you on the verge of tears but it had seemed like a real solution.

There had to be at least some demons here with a thing for humans, you thought you could use that to your advantage. Though after getting nothing but spam dms you'd abandoned the app, accepting that your personal funds would be tight for the year along with your sanity.

That first notification had changed things, you nearly choked seeing Lucifer's picture attached to the profile that messaged you. Surely it was a scammer, just someone using his pictures to trick other girls so you hadn't taken it seriously at first. Instead you played along, flirting and messaging every day for weeks, it was a little thrilling thinking you'd catch this demon in the act of impersonation. Never once had you considered it was really him, because what would he be doing on a sugar baby app?

Until tonight, noticing Lucifer type something out and watching in disbelief as your phone lit up against the living room coffee table.

No way.

You kept your movements casual as you reached for your phone, but his eyes burnt a hole through you the entire time. Swiping it open you could see the little dots dancing in the corner, but refused to look up at him.

It's not him. You're being paranoid and weird-

The message nearly made you choke, head snapping up at his bemused smile while the contents of it bounced around in your head.

Why don't we go for a little date right now?

"There's something I wanted to discuss with you, in my study if you're not busy?" He asked.

Your movements were jerky, nervous, as you rose to follow him through the hallways and to his study. All those things you'd said ran at light speed through your mind, as well as the night you'd masturbated to the thought of it really being him.

Fingers desperately circling your clit while you pictured him doing it instead. Would he do it quickly, getting you to cum fast and sloppy for him or would he torture you a little? Getting you right up to the edge only to snatch you back? What would it feel like to have those delicately firm fingers stretching out your pussy, forcing your thighs apart. You'd cum harder that night than any previous time, though you'd curled your blankets around you as hot shame rushed beneath your skin and you struggled to get any sleep.

It was easy to get carried away in the daydream of it, when you believed there weren't any real stakes, easy to fall a little in love with the Lucifer you created in your head when you felt so unsure around the real one.

Sitting beside him now that searing embarrassment was back and flowing through your veins. He'd just been toying with you, and you struggled to think of any words to say as the silence stretched on and grew heady.

"It was a slight shock to see you on that website." he said. "I'm sure it was just as surprising for you to see me of all demons there as well but-"

"I thought it was someone just using your pictures-" you blurted out.

That seemed to catch him off guard, making you pause in confusion. Had he believed you were really having some secret connection on a sugar baby app? Your toes curled recalling some of the more suggestive conversations with him, and talking about how you truly didn't have to worry about working those crappy odd jobs because he was more than happy to take care of you.

"I see," he cleared his throat, "well, you know it's difficult to find companionship given my... status. I hadn't expected to see you pop up there but I thought we could come to an arrangement if that's what you wish." His words hung awkwardly in the air.

"You meant it?" You said, incredulous. "Not that I'm not interested, I just don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage or anything." You picked at your nails nervously.

That amused, small smile was back and it struck you how painfully handsome he really was. But it was true, if he were to start meeting all of your financial needs it might seem suspicious to an outsider. You already stayed in the house rent free, attended their prestigious school, and more.

"I can see why you'd worry about that, but what if it was less an arrangement for financial or physical satisfaction and more about you and I?" His hand rested atop your fidgeting one.

"Don't tease me," you awkwardly pouted.

"Did anything I said seem like teasing to you?" His eyes darkened. "I did tell you I'd take care of you."

You averted your eyes, mouth going dry again because you weren't sure how to take this. It was true, over the last few months you'd gotten closer to him in general and had felt your heart doing flips on more than one occasion with him. As perfect as it sounded, being something more with him, you just couldn't help but worry if it started like this.

"I-" you were cut off when his lips met yours with real heat behind the kiss. He's quick to steal the air from your lungs, not giving you a chance to breathe in anything but him- his scent, his lips, his tongue gliding against yours. It makes you dizzy, head spinning as you feel the warm air ghost across your stomach.

In one quick movement dry cotton replaces his lips as your shirt slides up and bunches between your teeth, his voice telling you to bite. You do without thinking, mind reeling as he shifts you onto his lap and his slender fingers ghost up your sides before settling on either side of the cups of your bra. You squeak through the fabric in your mouth as he shifts them, spilling your breasts from their hold.

Your muffled moans ring out as his warm mouth covers your nipple, back arching into his touch as his tongue caresses you and hips shifting to feel his erection pressing against your clothed cunt. One hand comes to squeeze and massage your other breast, thumb and index expertly rolling your other nipple as you whimper.

His mouth shifts attention to the other, letting the balmy air rush against your wet skin. His scarlet eyes look up at you, catching yours closed and he gives a small bite to the sensitive skin to get you to look at him and make you buck your hips harder against him. You feel your panties sticking to you as you move, the shirt clenched between your teeth just as soaked.

Lucifer lets go of your breasts, drawing back to admire how disheveled you look and enjoying the way your hips haven't stopped rutting against his now aching erection. His hands settle against your sides as the shirt drops from your mouth, your eyes glassy and full of lust.

"It wouldn't be so bad, letting me take care of you, now would it?" His rasp makes gooseflesh rise on your arms as a shiver snakes down your spine, twisting along each vertebrate. He's rushing to unbutton his shirt as you blink at him, unable to form words to respond. Before you can he's thrown the shirt haphazardly behind you, guiding you to lay back against the settee with your shirt hiked up above your tits as he unclasps your bra and helps you out of both.

"What do you say?" He teases, pulling your shorts and panties off before gripping the backs of your thighs pushing them up and obscenely enjoying the view of your pussy.

Lucifer wastes no time shimmying his slacks off, repositioning between your thighs while his cock glides through your slick folds and makes your whines pick up again.

"Please-"

"Say yes," he coos, pressing the head of his cock down against your entrance but not giving you even a centimeter. You nod, clearly in an effort to just get him to fuck you already but he's adamant about hearing the word pass from your lips. Your mouth drops open, hands grabbing your legs alongside his now as he pushes into you, the inaudible pop of his tip inside you makes your eyes roll back.

"Yes!" neediness drips from the word and makes Lucifer feel like he could devour you whole. He has to compose himself before his hips push into you, finally, past the tight band of muscle to bury himself inside. You cry out, arms raised and gripping the cushions above your head while he keeps your legs pushed up.

"I can give you anything," he grunts out, feeling your soaked cunt taking shape around him. "Anything you want." Your earlier apprehension has no place at this moment, swept away in a lust drunk haze. All you can do is cry out and whine, beg with teary eyes for more more more as he fucks into you, a brutal pace.

"Maybe even a baby," he's talking through gritted teeth, more to himself than to you. "A whole damn family if that's what it takes." The sound of skin slapping skin punctuates his words, making them buzz in your head and your cunt clenches around him.

"Is that what it'll take? Answer me," His hand grips your jaw and makes the tears pushing against your waterline fall in thick tracks down your face. His rough treatment makes you feel like you're on fire, babbling incoherently and not even understanding what you're saying yes to.

"Anything, everything," his voice cracks as your thigh muscles begin to spasm in his hold. "Promise you'll stay-"

"I promise!" You half sob out as your pussy clamps around him, the pressure almost unbearable, your grip on the cushions now like an iron vice as fluid sprays his abdomen and still his pace doesn't falter.

His body curls over yours, his strokes coming hard and deep as you hiccup and tears continue sliding down your cheeks. Lucifer is fucking you with a purpose, lips crashing against yours as you claw at his shoulders now. The feeling of being locked against you pushes him over the edge, cock throbbing as he pushes messily inside you one last time before thick, creamy spurts of white drown your cunt completely. Your whole body is shuddering in his hold, pussy flexing around him like you're milking him for all he's worth.

You stay like that for a while, him unwilling to pull out and watch his cum drip from you just yet while you steady your breathing and blink the tears from your vision, the world swimming in watercolor. Your hands eventually unclamp from his back, threading through his sweat damp strands gently as he presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Did- did you mean it?" You stutter in a nervous whisper, only now recalling bits of what he said. He nods, pushing himself up to look into your eyes.

"As long as you stay here, with me, you'll want for nothing."

"I don't need anything but... but you," your voice cracks on the last word, surprised at how much you mean it. You really had grown feelings for him the last few months, but always held back out of a fear he wouldn't reciprocate for a human.

You don't know how his heart clenches and his throat feels like it might close, he didn't know the exact depth of what you felt but always held a bead of suspicion. Either way, this has been the way to find out but he can already tell that as long as you stay with him, keep your promise, he'll want for nothing, too.

[mariondeux]

My brain is meltin rn homeboy so I might msisepll some thigns bc my autodcorrect ain't workdin

Anygays

Can I reuqest some ABO w 2wink (Aged up obviously!!) helping out a Transmasc reader??? To sum it up, Readers' been actin strange lately, not really actin like theiar usaul happy n energetic slef- So, the Aoi twins try n comfront their (bestie or s/o, either is cool) and they come across reader tryna get off bc he was in heat- (If the reader could be a catboy that would be amazing! )

Kinks? (Slight) Breeding, Overstim, Biting n Scratching (caused by reader), LOTS O PRAISE‼️

Im goig to ed now

Nighty night

-🐈‍⬛

— SYNOPSIS ; You weren’t being your usual self, going as far as distancing yourself from the twins. Out of worry, they surprise you by showing up unannounced only to find you writhing in bed trying to relieve your heat.

CW ; NSFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse, biting and scratching (caused by reader), hints of breeding kink, overstimulation, praise, double penetration, YUTA AND HINATA ARE AGED UP (18)

WORD COUNT ; 1148

PAIRING ; Beta!Yuta Aoi x Omega!Catboy!Transmasc!Reader x Beta!Hinata Aoi

A/N ; The A/B/O roles weren’t specified so I just made Yuta and Hinata betas if thats okay !! Also eugh.. this isn’t my best work, but it’s whatever.

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Hinata crept up to your door, exchanging a careful look with Yuta, who was following from close behind. The two of them had noticed how strange you’d been acting lately. You were more quiet, distancing yourself from the two when they knew you enjoyed their presence as much as they enjoyed yours. Normally, you were much more energetic and happy, always so excited to hang out with both of them. They couldn’t help but worry about their dear best friend.

“Are you sure we should do this? I feel like we should’ve let him know we were coming over beforehand…” Yuta spoke up, giving his brother an unsure look.

“It’s fine! We know him. I’m sure he won’t mind it if we drop by to check on him. And anyway, what if he turned us down? We can’t back down now.” Hinata reassured his brother as he approached your door. Before Yuta could speak up to respond to him, he clamped his mouth shut as noises came out from behind the door. An intoxicatingly sweet scent wafted out from past the cracks of your bedroom door, reaching their noses.

Yuta immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to keep himself under control as he connected the dots immediately. You were in heat. That explains why you were acting so weirdly. He looked over at Hinata, and before he could pull him back, Hinata threw your door open.

“Aniki!”

You didn’t try to scramble out of your bed, already so lost in the dizzying craze of your heat as you desperately a dildo in and out of your loose hole. Slick dripped onto your bed, fully coating the dildo as your hand pressed against your mouth. You couldn’t stop now. And you won’t.

Yuta’s body trembled at the sight before him. He quickly snapped out of it, noticing his brother already approaching your quivering figure.

Hinata crawled into your bed, pulling the dildo away from you, earning him a whine as he tossed the toy somewhere else. He got on top of you, gently pressing your wrists down into the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were going into heat? You had Yuta, and I worried!” 

“I-I… I couldn’t burden you with… my problems…” You panted heavily, eyes glistening as you instinctively bucked your hips into Hinata’s. You clearly weren’t in your right mind. But Hinata didn’t stop you or push you away.

Yuta closed the door behind himself, locking the door before joining the two of you. “You know we can help you, right? We can’t just leave you here to deal with your heat alone…”

Yuta crawled onto your bed as well, moving over to sit on your right side. His hand placed itself onto your torso, caressing your body as you mewled from his touch.

Normally you would’ve double checked with them, but by this point, you were so unbelievably lost. 

“Please! Please, I need you two inside of me!” You cried out, leaning in for more of Yuta’s touch. 

The twins exchange looks, a silent agreement coming between them as Hinata climbs off of you. You looked up at him with a confused look, until he picked you up, sliding his body underneath yours to have you lie on top of him. Yuta got on top of you, now having you sandwiched between the twins.

“Are you ready, kitty?” Hinata grinned, wrapping his left arm around your torso as he used his right hand to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs. Yuta pulled his own pants off, leaving him bare with his slowly hardening cock out on display. His hands ran up your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips with desperation. Hinata used his right hand, guiding the tip of his cock against your hole. Yuta pressed his length against your cunt, the two sliding inside of you simultaneously. You threw your head back against Hinata’s shoulder, a satisfied moan emitting from you.

“You’re taking us so well~” Hinata giggled into your ear, thrusting his upwards into yours, quick to drive his length into you as fast as he could. Both of his arms wrapped around your torso, keeping your body in place so he could fuck you without worrying about your body going anywhere. Your hands clawed at Hinata’s, your tail flicking at the air as you attempted to spread your legs wider.

Yuta kept your legs in place over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a more languid pace compared to his brothers. While maybe going crazy inside of you may be more efficient to relieve your heat, he wanted to get you to melt and relax around him. His hands massaged your thighs, burying his cock deep into you each time your hips made contact. One of his hands rode up your stomach, watching as their cocks entered in and out of you, causing your belly to bulge a little. “You look so pretty getting fucked by us, all teary-eyed and begging for more of us.”

You were blabbering any word you could mutter at this point. You don’t think you could think straight with both of the twins fucking you open like this. Your thighs trembled as you felt Yuta speed up his pace a little, the head of his cock massaging against just the right spot inside of you. Your head was going haywire. If this kept up for just a couple more seconds, you think you’d come the earliest you ever had in your life.

“A-Ah… I can feel you tighten around me… are you close? You can come…” Yuta panted, leaning over your body as his orange locks tickled your nose. You tried to close your mouth, trying to prevent any drool from making it path your lips, and yet, you failed, only making more of a mess of yourself.

“Come on, come on~ come for us!” Hinata urged on, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as your tail coiled around his leg.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your walls spasmed and contracted around them, legs shaking uncontrollably as you came around Yuta’s cock. You felt like you were tossed onto a rollercoaster when Yuta and Hinata didn’t stop thrusting inside of you. Your arms outstretched and wrapped around Yuta, your nails wildly scratching at his back as you struggled to keep yourself composed. You were so overstimulated; the pleasure became too much to bear.

You pulled Yuta down, clamping your teeth down on his neck as your nails dug further into the flesh on his back. Yuta didn’t shove you off of him, letting you go crazy in between their bodies as they continued to fuck you.

“We’re gonna stuff you up so well~ Bury our cum deeep inside of you and have you bare our pups. Wouldn’t you like that, kitty?”

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methods of distraction. [blurb.]

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summary | when bucky brings his new baby girl in for a check-up, steve does everything he can to make the worst part of the exam more enjoyable.

pairing | soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x bucky’s little!reader

warnings | dubcon? (reader is crying, scared, disoriented), dark!steve (though he’s so so soft <3), ddlg (daddy!bucky - not present, little!reader), medfet elements (rectal thermometer, lube, gloves, exam table, depictions of medical setting and procedures), anal play, crying, fingering, forced (?) orgasm, squirting, tiniest bit of overstim, praise, little bit of soft humiliation maybe?, past-tense third-person bc why tf not

word count | 993

an | alright fellow whores, this one hasn’t been on my list for too long but the idea’s been living in my head rent-free since it popped up in my brain so i just had to do it lol. hope you all love soft!dark!doctor!steve here just as much as i do <3

With her bare bottom spread wide open to brave the chilly air of the exam room, held in place by the firm triangular cushion propped up below her lower belly, all poor y/n could do was whimper in humiliation, the sound muffled by the nub of the baby blue paci stuffed between her lips.

“It’s alright, y/n,” the kind man murmured beside her as he stood at his metal bedside cart, preparing the necessary equipment for the procedure he was about to perform. “Promise I’ll be nice and gentle, sweetheart. Know that’s such a strange place to be probed in, but we’ll go real slow and steady; nothing’s gonna hurt.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down carefully as the muscles of his forearms bulged against the fabric, Steve grabbed a pair of nitrile exam gloves from a box beside the sink, snapping them onto one hand, then the other. Trying to keep her eyes free of tears, y/n winced at the sound, the doctor quick to notice her frightened response. “Shhh, you’re okay, doll,” he hummed, picking up the medical-grade rectal thermometer by the squared base as well as the unopened packet of lubricating jelly and a lined gauze napkin before turning back to the exam table, stationing himself at the foot it where the girl was so vulnerably positioned.

“Being so good for me, darlin’. Your daddy’s gonna be so proud of you when we’re all done, gonna tell him all about how brave you were for me,” Steve soothed as he rubbed a gentle gloved hand over the poor thing’s quivering ass. Y/n sniffled, her bottom lip trembling horribly against her paci as she did her best not to squirm. She wanted to be good for the doctor; she really did, but nothing had ever been put in her bottom before, and what made the situation even worse was that Bucky, her daddy, hadn’t been allowed back in the exam room with her to hold her hand through the experience.

“Just putting this here to catch anything that might drip,” the doctor explained as he laid down the napkin on top of the flimsy exam-table paper. “Now we’re putting some jelly on here so the tip will slide in nice and smoothly,” he continued as he tore open the white packet, applying the clear goo generously to the cool metal tip of the instrument. Turning his attention to the girl’s puckered opening, Steve saw that the poor thing’s rosebud was quite literally trembling; softening his voice, he cooed, “Alright, sweetheart. Gonna be a little bit cold, but it shouldn’t hurt. Take a deep breath in for me, y/n. That’s it-”

A strained whine sounded from y/n as the man began easing the tool into her virgin hole. “Shh-shh shh, it’s okay- oh sweetheart,” Steve frowned as his patient began to sob softly into her arm, “doing so well, doll, being so brave- here, this should help with the burning.” As he continued to coax the length of the thermometer in, his other gloved hand found the little girl’s slit; unsurprisingly, a coat of slick had formed between the folds of flesh. Dragging his fingers up, the doctor found her clit, gently beginning to rub the sensitive bud with his thumb while he pressed a finger against her leaking opening, relieved to hear a soft moan escaping her as he began filling her with his digit.

“That’s it, good girl,” Steve hummed lowly as he managed to insert the rest of the instrument into her bottom with ease, continuing to massage along her inner walls with his finger while working tender circles over her bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Now we’ll just let it read- don’t worry, little one. I’ll keep you busy down here ‘til it’s done,” he promised, tapping against the girl’s clit as she ground her hips down slightly against his hand, causing the blonde-haired man to smile. “That’s it, y/n. It’s alright, know that must feel so good. Just let the doctor take care of you, hmm?” he hummed as he worked a second finger into her squelching heat, her arousal dripping down onto the gauze below her as she groaned softly, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Nursing at her pacifier needily in an attempt to soften her pathetic whimpers and moans, y/n could barely keep her head propped up against her arm, a tingling knot beginning to form in her lower belly as the doctor worked her body with ease, his masterful touch unsurprising given his line of work. “P-please doctor,” the squirming girl begged as she shook her head anxiously, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt her climax building inside of her before she could even think to stop it.

“That’s a good girl; it’s okay, you can go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. There it is, just like that- good,” Steve crooned in praise as the little girl clamped down forcefully against his fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her orgasm gushed out against the doctor’s hand, every inch of her body contracting in pure bliss. “There you go, good girl,” the man continued to murmur as her contractions started to die down, her pussy throbbing from the powerful high.

Just as y/n was beginning to regain her breath, a quiet beep sounded from behind her, signalling the reading was over. “Just in time,” Steve smiled, circling over her clit a few more times as he eased the metal rod out, causing the poor thing to whimper from the overstimulation. “Sorry, doll. You must be sensitive after all that, hmm?” the man apologized, his eyes scanning the window of the device before revealing, “Well, everything looks just fine here. Now, why don’t we get you all cleaned up, and then we can go find your daddy in the lobby. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear how good his little girl was today.”