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[ternterntern0]

IM DONEEEEEEEEE YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYifthisflopsitssoover

[thewhizzyhead]

do i regret doing well enough in 7th grade that i ended up being transferred to the first section in 8th grade? NOPE cause where else would i encounter overworked students that still want to produce outputs worthy of grammy and tony awards while still managing to carry the entire school's reputation when it comes to winning every single competition available WHILE still managing to somehow perfectly replicate the vocals and choreography of kpop songs thus turning everyone and ESPECIALLY THE STRAIGHT BOYS into kpop stans while also being sent to the principal's office multiple times for tweets ranting about schoom policies and managing to escape unscathed because the school cannot afford to punish any of them because that would be equivalent to self-sabotage. am i resentful of the stress the first-section-treatment gave me and the rest of my classmates due to forced adherence to unhealthy academic quotas which then strengthened the already rampant social hierarchy obsession present in the section which made my 8th grade experience a living hell? ABSOLUTELY-

[sunraise]

i’ve mentioned before how sylvain hasn’t cried since the well incident ; afterwards , it takes years before he cries again. that’s when he’s 19 / 20 , after miklan dies. & afterwards he just bottles himself up again.

a lot of it has to do with the way the margrave raised him ( which like , i guess as a note , i’m taking faerghus culture & applying a lot of Bad ideals to it in general , considering the way people act there ) ; showing vulnerability , crying especially , was bad for the heir of gautier / future “defender” of the border. this in turn also is part of the reason why sylvain is so hesitant into opening up ; from a child , he was taught that being vulnerable was being weak. the other half is that being vulnerable also meant being hurt almost 99% of the time. from women to women he lumps into those who manipulated him to miklan to others ; sylvain does not let himself be vulnerable at all. this feeds into his misogyny ( very bad ) & his nature in doubting others ( also bad ) & ultimately just makes him an incredibly hard person to get through. using force doesn’t work either ; try talking to him about his past to get a reaction , & he’ll simply know & give the opposite of what you want in turn.

another part of it deals with sylvain’s inability to cope with his emotions. after glenn died? he bottled himself up about it too. he doesn’t talk about his grief , or his sadness , or his trauma , & that’s what’s killing him more than anything else. sylvain simply shoves aside his sadness in the hopes that it’ll disappear , & berate himself afterwards when it doesnt. this also feeds into his jokester persona. all he wants people to see , & all they do , is the skirt chaser of gautier. the one who doesn’t care enough about his grades but gets a consistent c , as if meticulously planned. the one who gets labelled as the clown in the quartet & the one who doesn’t bat an eye at it. is it destroying him? yes. does he care? not particularly. in fact , he thinks it’s fitting ; he really , truly , does not care about himself enough to change what rumors circulate him , as seen in his b support with dedue.

ALL of this leads him to locking away his emotions , but it gets harder & harder as the five years go by. he’s destroyed by leaving his family behind in search of a better future with the empire. he’s destroyed every time he loses a soldier because he’s keenly aware that he is taking a person from someone , whether or not that that’s actually true. he’s destroyed by the thought that when they reunite he has to keep up his persona. all he wants to do is run away from it all , from the war , & he has no one to confide to about this.

so he does what he does best : bottling it up.

except , in privacy , it’s very different. when sylvain knows there’s no one around , or thinks he does , he absolutely breaks down. there aren’t always tears , in fact , a lot of the time nothing happens. but he just drops everything & ... exists , for a moment. under the crushing weight of his burdens. he lets himself deal with it & lets himself hurt because of it because he thinks he deserves it.

he’s a guy who genuinely fights like he wants to die. he’s a guy who thinks he’ll face his own brother in the fodlan equivalent of HELL. he’s a guy who lets people talk about him not because he doesn’t think it’s worth listening to, but because he’s used to it & because he thinks he deserves it. he’s a guy who excuses his own goddamn fucking brother because he had it worse, because sylvain is in no position to complain just because he has a crest that he never asked for. he lets people talk down on him because he thinks ..

sylvain thinks he’s a sack of shit. it’s not that he’s above tears. it’s that he really doesn’t think he even deserves them.

[cloneslugs]

literally always thinking about Kuze talking about how sunflower is just there for kazama to churn out boys who feel they owe him im sorry youre just the pledge of demon guy kuze i really am also sorry awano + shibusawa outrank you in level of interestingness maybe

[eponinemylove]

I truly hope that y’all have been having a good week. And if you haven’t, then, from the bottom of my heart, I wish y’all a good month! You guys have good things coming and I’m so proud of you for making it this long.

I hope that your day today is amazing and it turns your mood around and I hope you get that thing you’ve been wishing for and I hope that whatever you’ve been looking forward to lately comes and it rocks

All of y’all deserve happiness and love and if you don’t have someone to give it to you where you’re at then I’m here with my inbox always open. Stay safe, love openly, and live your best life mi amours

[bellatrixscurls]

feels too right // james potter

ღ pairing : sex therapist!james x innocent!reader

ღ warnings : smut, oral (fem and male), no actual penetration, pet names, slightly older james (reader is of age!), innocence kink and i think that’s it?

ღ a/n : idk what this is, bare with me pls 😬😬

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you toyed with the lacy hem of your dress as you and your father walked towards the ‘only person who can cure you’s office.

“i’m just saying, plum. he’s the best in town with down there problems” you rolled your eyes at that, ready to protest but he cut you off with a little wave of his right hand, “look, this is the door. think you can knock?”

you shrugged, shivers running down your spine as the light pounding reached james’ ears, and he yelled a little “come in!”

right there, your knees felt like they were about to give in, your palms sweaty as they reached for the doorknob, slowly making your way inside, your father’s hand leaving the small of your back and he gave you a thumbs up before you closed the door fully.

one glance up, and you were met with a cerulean pair of eyes and a little smirk that tilted his lips up — then you looked back down, heat rushing to your cheeks as you stood awkwardly in front of the door, “hi” you whispered.

“hello there” he greeted warmly and he motioned for you to sit down, which you did, moving his chair closer to you. “so, y/n... what seems to be the problem with you, hun?”

you felt redness spread across your neck and cheeks as you looked up from your lap, unconsciously staring a bit too much at james’ plump lips. “um, i...” you sighed and your hands shook as you tried to keep them intertwined, in place, away from james’ eyes. but he saw. “i went to a gynecologist but they said practically nothing was wrong with me” you shrugged meekly, returning to fiddling with your fingers.

meanwhile, james took his time to try and read you, maybe even find out himself what you were talking about, but he just couldn’t. “does something not feel alright?”

“oh, no. something feels too right” you replied suggestively, brows furrowing at the sudden confidence, “s just my tummy.”

at that, james gripped the arms of his chair like a vice, as if they were the only thing keeping him alive. your tummy just felt too good. poor baby, he thought.

“don’t you wanna show me what makes your tummy feel so good, princess?” he asked and you gulped, nodding fervently as you spread your legs, the sundress riding up your thighs as it revealed your little panties to james. you just felt the need to show him. the mere image of the handsome man in front of you watching you make your tummy feel good was pure sex.

your underwear was damp with your arousal as your heels pushed into the armchair, on either side of your body. one of your small hands travelled down and stopped when it reached the wetness, gently pushing the pesky fabric to the side, giving james a full view of your glistening cunt. “i usually play when my tummy feels yucky and- and this makes it all feel better” you explained while your index and middle finger rubbed your clit in tight circles, said sensation already engulfing you as you threw your head back.

you didn’t even notice the tall man approach you, but when you finally opened your eyes, he was hovering over you, blue eyes hungry as he stared down at your heat in fascination. “y’know how good it feels when someone else plays with you, princess? ...tell me you don’t” his voice was but a whimper, pleading you to say you didn’t know, because no one ever touched you the way you were touching yourself. no one.

you shook your head as your breathing became heavier, and you looked mesmerized at james as he lowered himself until he was at eye level with your pulsating cunt. he smiled as if someone just took something very heavy from his shoulders, “can i be the one to show you? please, sweetheart.”

“y-yes, please!” you sounded more excited than you’d care to admit, your eyes teary when he gently brushed your hands away, replacing them with his own as he spread your pussy lips wide open for him, unintentionally licking his lips at the sight.

you didn’t know what he was doing, but next thing you knew his lips were suckling at your clit, and he hummed in approval as his skilled tongue poked out, working you closer to your release, “s-so good, it’s so good, jamie!” you cried, fingers tangling themselves in his hair as you tugged a bit too harshly, earning a pained whimper from james. “m sorry!” you bit your lip, gently massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers, strings of moans escaping your mouth, “m so sorry, i promise i didn’t wanna- oh!”

“s okay” he smiled against your cunt, refusing to let go as he jerked you closer by the thighs, burying his face even deeper if possible in your quivering cunt. “tastes really, really good.”

you smiled weakly down at him, but it didn’t last long because the next second you were crying out his name, begging to cum even though you weren’t really sure what that was. “j-jamie, oh my god! ‘s gonna happen again! ‘s gonna happen!”

“let go, princess. be good for jamie and let go, mkay?” he urged and you nodded, and just like an obedient little pup, you came all over his mouth, whimpering as he drank all of your juices like a starved man.

***

you were breathless, to say the least. but you still wanted more, and the tent in james’ pants made you wander if his tummy needed to feel good too.

“jamie?” you called softly, and he looked up from where his head rested against your thigh, smiling a lazy smile as he caressed it, “doesn’t your tummy needa feel good too now?”

james could scream at how innocent you looked while insinuating such dirty things. and he fucking loved everything about it; your wide puppy eyes, your pouty lips, and so much more.

“i can take care of it m’self, princess. you don’t have to” he assured as he turned his head, placing a soft kiss to the inside of your bare thigh.

your face fell at the thought. he obviously didn’t want your unexperienced mouth on him. he had better things to do, better people to make him feel good... right?

“oh, no!” exclaimed james, immediately catching your eyes and knowing what was going on, “babe, no! princess, i want to, yeah? y’just so innocent and pretty, can’t let myself ruin you like that.”

“but... please?” you pouted, and james looked like he was ready to give in, “gonna make it feel all better. gonna try.”

“ ...show me then, bub.”

***

james’ mouth fell open and his brows pushed together as you worked your mouth on his cock, trying to take as much of him as possible. endless moans spilled from his mouth at the sight, his hands coming down to caress your cheek, in no form urging you to take more of him. he didn’t think he would live to hear the end of it if you did, anyway.

your mouth left his cock with a pop, and your hand replaced it as you asked softly, “am i doing good, jamie?” you asked with wide eyes, gathering some saliva on the tip of your tongue and letting it drip down your chin slowly. oh, the things he’d do to you if only he had the balls to. james nodded with eager eyes, and you could tell he was biting back moans as you kept eye contact.

“want inside” he whimpered breathlessly, his abs flexing as he tried his hardest not to buck his hips again. “need inside ...please!”

sounds of pounding sounded from right outside the door, and james threw his head back, groaning in frustration. you gave him a pitiful look before you stood up to fix your dress, helping james back in his underwear and trousers too.

“dr potter? someone’s here to see you” a squeaky voice said.

“i’m fucking coming, martha! can’t you just fucking wait!” he groaned and covered his face with his hands, and you took a step back in surprise, which james noticed right away. “sorry” he apologized, his pinkish cheeks turning red, “does next week, same hour sound alright for you?” he exhaled deeply, already writing you up in his agenda.

“sounds perfect.”

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[knjsplaylist]

I still have a crush on you!

i definitely didn’t see this coming :( ♡ you have to be pretty perfect if you still like me fjglhskhflgh

[tommybaholland]

Hello! I just wanted to say I really love your Sk8 headcanons and fics (I always get excited when the Sk8 x reader tag updates with your work ^o^) Could I possibly request headcanons of the Sk8 boys first kiss with their S/O like who initiates the kiss, how long they've been dating, where it happens etc. Its my first time sending a request, I've been wanting to for a while now. I hope you have a nice day or night when you read this and stay safe ^o^

sk8 boys + their first kiss with their s/o

wow, thank you so much! it’s an honor that you’ve chosen me to write your first request. i had a lot of fun writing this one and hope you all enjoy it<33

reki

you probably wouldn’t kiss for a long time due to your own internal conflicts about each others’ feelings

he’s mostly stressing if he’s doing everything right with you or not

after your third date, which just so happened to be when he took you to S, now sitting on top of a ramp at the skatepark, he decides to just suddenly kiss you

when he pulls away to see the shocked look on your face, he immediately regrets it but little does he know…

“so is S always that crazy and high stakes?” you asked.

he chuckled. “actually, i felt like tonight was pretty tame,” he replied as he hopped up onto the ramp before holding out his hand to help you up. 

“really? well, i can see why people are into it.” you say as you settle down next to him on the edge of the ramp.

he nods, looking over to you. “did you have fun tonight?” 

you look back at him. “yeah! i had a good time, thanks for taking me.” 

it was quiet for a moment and you turned back to look up at the clear sky. “the sky looks so pretty tonight.”

he only continued to look at you, his brain on autopilot. “yeah, it does.” 

he moved closer to you before getting your attention once more. 

“hey,” he said in a soft voice. you turned to look at him only to find him leaning in, his eyes closing. the kiss was gentle but long, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he continued to press his lips to yours. 

he pulls away after what feels like an eternity to see an unreadable expression on your face. 

“um, i’m sorry. i, i don’t know why i did that,” he explains. “but i really, really like you and would like to spend more time with you.”

he felt like the more he said, the worse he made  the situation. “b-but i mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay, especially after i just did THAT, you know?”

he wasn’t making sense, making you shake your head. 

“whoa, whoa, reki. what are you talking about?” you asked incredulously. “i liked kissing you.”

“you did?” he validates.

“mm-hmm,” you nod in confirmation. “yes. and for the record, i also want to spend more time with you, you spaz.” 

“hey! i am not a spaz,” he defends. “okay, maybe a little. but that would mean the world to me.”

“i’m glad,” you reply. “but maybe just warn me next time you want to kiss me.”

he nods with a nervous chuckle. “i can do that. may i kiss you again right now...maybe?”

you nod, leaning in first this time. you reach for his hand as your lips meet in the middle again. this one was more passionate than the last, sealing your affections for one another.

langa

you would probably be the one to initiate a kiss with him only because he’s dense about how these things go

he most likely wouldn’t realize that you’ve been going on dates and just thought that you were ‘hanging out more’ but it’s not like he minded it

it was your third or fourth ‘hang out’ and you were walking back to your house after eating a whole bunch at that cheap restaurant that you both just can’t get enough of

you decided to test the waters by holding his hand on the way home to which he did not let go and when you finally had reached your destination…

you held his hand as you walked through the neighborhood, the only light provided by the street lamps and the moon. you could tell that he was getting sleepy after having eaten so much. you really didn’t know where he put it all. soon you arrived outside your house and you continued to hold his hand as you turned to face him. 

“well, here we are,” you remarked. “thanks for dinner tonight. i am so full.”

“yeah, me too,” he grins. “we could go again tomorrow.”

“i’d like that but that’s a little too much to eat out for me. maybe we could go to the beach or something?” you offer. 

“that would be nice. i love the beach,” he replies.

you giggle softly. “i know you do. well, i’ll talk to you soon,” you say as you move closer to him.

“‘kay,” he responds. 

“goodnight,” you say softly before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. his eyes widen as he realizes the sudden warmth on his mouth that leaves just as quickly. 

“did you...just kiss me?” he asks. 

“um, yeah,” you reply coyly, feeling your face grow warm. “i’m, i’m sorry. it was too sudden and i know you’re tired.”

he grabs your hand to keep you from turning away to leave. 

“do you think...we could do it again?” he asks. 

“you want to?”

“mm-hmm,” he nods. 

“okay,” you confirm softly before leaning in with him to connect your lips once again. it was a little longer than the last but nothing too much. a soft smack was heard once you separated, leaving him grinning with half-lidded eyes. 

“i liked that,” he commented. 

“you did? me too,” you agreed. 

“we should definitely do that again tomorrow,” he offers. 

you laugh lightly. “yeah. i think we can make that happen.”

joe

he seems like he’d be the type of guy to kiss on the first date but regardless, you’ve been flirting here and there for a while and mans just can’t wait

it’s likely that you’ve kissed once before in the past but hid your true feelings about it

but this time would be for real and a little more personal by cooking your favorite meal at his restaurant

it happened sooner than he would have liked, planning to try to get you to stay over with him after but couldn’t find a reason to complain about anything that transpired between you…

“okay, bon appetit!” he announces as he places your dish in front of you.  

“wow, kojo,” you reacted, looking up from the extravagant meal. “did you really make this?”

“are you really going to keep calling me that?” he says, answering your question with a question. 

“oh, don’t worry, i have plenty of other names for you where that came from,” you throw back as you place you napkin in your lap and begin to eat. 

“are any of them ‘super handsome best chef and skater in the world?’ he asks playfully. 

“if that translates to ‘obnoxious, stupid tan and muscular with one brain cell’ then yes.” 

“ouch,” he reacts, feigning dramatics as he places a hand over his chest. “well, i just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“thanks, i have a date after this,” you joke. 

he smiles. “very funny. but i have to admit that i was happy to hear that you finally broke up with that other jerk.”

“were you?”

he nods in confirmation. “i’ve been looking forward to it for a while now. it’s just been so long since we’ve...hung out.”

it was your turn to make a confession. “i was actually surprised when you asked me out.”

“were you?” he asks, mimicking your words from earlier. “why is that?”

“i don’t know. i just thought that maybe you weren’t interested in doing anything like that with me,” you admitted. 

“why would you think that? i’ve always liked you,” he confesses. 

you look at him incredulously. “shut up.”

“what?”

“you are such a smooth talker.”

he chuckles. “maybe so, but it’s the truth.”

you let him talk for a few minutes while you enjoy your food. 

“and so i told them, ‘why would you not put garlic in the pasta?’ you know? it’s, like, a staple spice-- oh, hang out. you’ve got something…”

he leans over to wipe some stray sauce off of your cheek and catches your eyes. you gaze at each other for a few moments, the tension pulling you in towards each other until your lips meet in a passionate kiss. it builds up and becomes heated pretty quickly, seemingly that both of you have been waiting for this for a long time. 

at some point, you find the strength to pull away from him, giggling as he immediately pulls you back in for a few more quick kisses. 

“wow, you were, uh, you were pretty eager, huh?” you remark. 

“what, me? what about you? you were all over me,” he retorts with a smirk. 

“whatever.”

“well, i really enjoyed it,” he admits, placing his hand over yours on the table. 

“yeah?” you smile. 

he nods, returning the smile. “and it would make me really happy to do it again with you, permanently.”

“are you sure you can handle that?” you verify, somewhat shocked at his commitment.

“no, but i’m a fast learner,” he replies. 

“sounds good to me.”

you lean in for one more kiss, gentle and quick. 

“also, you’ve still had sauce on your face this whole time--”

“kojiro!”

he laughs. “i’m so sorry. here, come here.”

he wipes the sauce off with the cloth napkin, actually removing it this time. “you still look beautiful, you know.”

“oh, save it. you probably planned that whole thing.” 

“nope, that was just all luck, baby. if you didn’t know, i’m a pretty lucky guy.” 

if there was one thing he knew he could do right, it’s make your face get warm and flustered. 

cherry

being the sophisticated gentleman that he prides himself to be, he waits exactly 3-5 dates until presenting the idea of moving physical intimacy forward with a kiss

he’d probably take you to some exclusive cultural event like an art show or some sort of exhibition and he would pay for everything, of course

the first few dates of somewhat of a test for him, not only to see if you’re interested in him but also to see if you would be a good fit for him as far too many have seemed to take advantage of him or some would get jealous of Carla, stuff like that

you know it’s coming because he’s been more affectionate with you by holding your hand, placing an arm around you, just subtle little touches so it’s no surprise when he asks…

“may i have the honor of kissing you, my dear?”

you had wined and dined all night at an exclusive restaurant that also held dinner shows where he has been nothing less than the perfect company. he pays for everything and declines whenever you offer to help yet he never expects anything from you. no other guy that you had dated could beat him. 

he was a true romantic. 

“yes, please.”

he gives you a small smile before leaning in, one hand caressing the side of your face as his lips met yours, placing a few small kisses on them. 

once he pulled away, you had a confession to make. 

“this doesn’t feel real.”

“what ever are you talking about, darling?”

“it’s not a bad thing but i must admit that i never thought i’d be here and get to see all this and eat this kind of food less alone meeting you,” you explained. 

he allows a small chuckle to escape past his lips. “i’d have to say i feel the same about you. and that is why you deserve nothing but the best, my love.” 

you felt like crying. no matter how many times you were told to believe it, it all still felt so surreal. fortunately, you were lucky enough that it wasn’t. 

“thank you, my little sakura.”

“you could stop using that nickname,” he remarked. 

“c’mon. you know you like it,” you replied as you nudged him playfully. 

“whatever you say, you little weirdo.”

“what happened to ‘you deserve nothing but the best?’

“i’m about to redact that statement,” he replies, half-joking. “but seriously, no need to thank me. it’s all my pleasure.” 

all he needed was your love and he felt like he was set for life. 

tadashi

you had kissed secretly at one time and it was hard to tell who initiated it due to the thick tension between you

afterward, it only made it worse between the two of you to try to ignore it despite his loyalty to his work life

he considered that you might destroy him but it might disturb him more to not have you in his arms and his lips on yours again

he asks if you can meet in private again and once you try to go in for the kiss, he stops you…

“listen,” he says, holding you back by your upper arms. “i don’t think i can do this.”

you shake your head. “wh-what do you mean, tadashi? do you not...want me?”

“please, let me explain,” he replies. “what’s happened between us….was a mistake and i am fully to blame for it. i don’t know what came over me and i apologize for putting you in any sort of unwanted situation.”

this was not sounding good to you as you hung your head in shame. 

“however,” he continues, “even though it was a mistake, i cannot get you or that moment out of my mind.”

you lifted your head up to look at him, seeing a small grin on his face. 

“you’re the only one that i want. i don’t want to hide what we have and make you feel like i’m ashamed of it. so if you’re willing, i’d like to see you regularly and openly.”

it was a strange way of putting that he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with you but that was just tadashi for you. 

“yes,” you nodded, smiling. “i’d like that.”

“great,” he replied. “i know a wonderful place where we can go and have some late night tea and desserts and get to know each other better after i’m done with mr. ainosuke for the night. that is, if you’d like.”

“that sounds perfect.”

“i’ll pick you up,” he confirms. “and until then,” 

he leans in to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek before fully letting you go. he walks to the door of the tiny office turning back and giving you one last grin. 

“i can’t wait.”

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Dream Come True | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is inspired by real life events...well, not my real life- the real life of my best friend @mandersshow. I just live vicariously through her.

Send me your comments, suggestions, and/or requests! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @everything-burns-down @shadytalementality @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse @psychoticmason @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @lonewolf471 @dreamerglassesgirl @the-gods-gloted-but-they-burned 💘

Warnings: Sex dream, oral and fingering (F receiving)

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Worry hit Bucky like a truck as he heard a scream erupt from your bedroom nextdoor. Dropping his book to the ground, he sprinted across his bedroom and threw open the door-your scream becoming more amplified as he did so. He barged through your door as his heart hammered wildly against his ribs, concern coursing through him at light speed. If something happened to you, he'd be lost. Aside from Steve, you were the best friend he'd ever had and the best person he knew. It had been almost six months since he'd realized he was in love with you, but he knew that telling you meant risking the loss of your friendship, and that was too scary to think about.

He had no idea what could have been terrorizing you at 2:14am on a Tuesday but he knew that the line of work you two had chosen wasn't always the safest. Throwing on your bedroom light, he expected to see Batroc or Rumlowe with a knife to your throat, but he saw...nothing. There you were, sleeping peacefully like nothing had happened. Bucky wondered if maybe he could've imagined your scream and almost turned around to leave when a similar scream ripped through your chest.

His breath caught in his throat at the sound and without thinking he dashed across the room to your side. These screams didn't sound scared, they sounded...different. Pained, maybe? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but as someone who experienced night terrors all too often, there was no way he was going to leave you there asleep. Gently, he placed a large, warm hand on your shoulder and whispered your name until he saw your eyes flutter open.

"B-Bucky?" you muttered as you came to. A dopey smiled flooded your face as you saw your favorite person hovering above you. The stupid crush you'd had on Bucky since you met him had grown into full blown love and seeing him here in your room in the middle of the night was a more than welcome sight. You reached a hand up and stroked his stubble before the reality of the situation set in. "Um, what's going on? Is everything okay?" you asked, fearing that he'd had yet another horrifying nightmare.

A chuckled left Bucky's lips as he sat down on your bed, placing a hand lightly on your thigh. "Yeah, doll. I'm just fine. I was reading and I heard you scream, so I had to come check on you" he muttered. Slowly but surely, the gears in Bucky's mind turned and when he realized what was different about your scream, he blushed instantaneously. "What...?" you asked, noticing the scarlet color that quickly overtook his cheeks. He laughed nervously and refused to meet your eyeline, causing you to sit up and take his face in your hands. "Barnes, hey. Come on, what's the deal?"

"Right. So, um" Bucky began, "I assumed you were having a nightmare, so I came in here because I thought those were uh, bad screams. But now that I'm thinking about it, I'm realizing they were...good screams". An awkward laugh filled the silence and you began twirling a strand of hair between your fingers as part of a nervous habit. "Oh...right. Well, uh, I guess we're really close friends now that you know what I sound like when I climax" you joked. Bucky couldn't hold back his laughter and you felt his grip on your thigh tighten ever so slightly.

"Looks that way," he teased. Suddenly, you became very aware of the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his sculpted, scarred physique was on display. You couldn't stop yourself from staring at the every hard line and gentle curve of his perfect body, the most beautiful body you'd ever seen. And of course, while Bucky was sitting there looking perfect, you were wearing a big Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and a pair of undies with pizzas printed on them.

"Well, I hope I didn't disturb you too much" you murmured with a quiet laugh, letting your fingertips travel lightly down his arm. Goosebumps rose across his skin at the contact and he could feel the desire he had for you rearing its head. "That's okay…sounded good to me", he teased.

Suddenly, your mouth ran dry and any attempt at a witty comeback was thwarted. Bucky searched your face while waiting for a reply, and he hated that he couldn't quite guess what you were thinking. Alarm bells rang loudly in his head as he realized that he had probably made you uncomfortable. "Um, so I guess I'm gonna go back to my room" he muttered, giving your thigh one last squeeze before letting go. Instantly, you missed the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. The phrase 'now or never' circled around and around in your head and before you knew it, you were throwing your arms around Bucky's neck.

"Don't go," you whispered, and that was all the convincing he needed. His strong arms wrapped around each of your thighs, pulling you hastily into his lap. Wasting no time, you enveloped his mouth with yours. He let out a deep moan at the contact, and you felt heat rising in your chest. His hands roamed your body, appreciating every mole and scar that decorated your skin. Your hands pressed into his firm chest before snaking behind his neck and twisting into his hair. Bucky’s mouth was locked against yours as you let yourself grind down into him, eliciting a moan from his throat. When you realized you had something rather interesting to admit to him, you pulled away.

He couldn’t stop the low groan from leaving his mouth as you broke the kiss, and he leaned in again, desperate for another taste of you. "Hey, Barnes, I thought you might want to know something..." you murmured. He couldn’t think of anything that was nearly as interesting as kissing you, but he cocked his head to the side anyway, prompting you with a “and what’s that?” A devilish smile twisted across your lips and you pressed one teasingly kiss lightly to his neck before the grand reveal.

"I was dreaming about you".

Bucky’s eyes darkened with lust he gripped your hips tightly, bringing you down even harder into his lap. The hard length of his cock pressing against your core made your clit throb and you knew you'd definitely have bruises from his vibranium fingers tomorrow- but you’d be happy to sport them. His lips found yours once again as your hands took in the firm musculature of his back and shoulders. You moaned into his mouth as his large hands- one warm and one cold- slowly trailed up the back of your shirt. A shiver travelled the length of your spine, prompting a dark chuckle from Bucky.

He trailed warm, slow kisses from your mouth, down the length of your neck, and along your collarbone, watching you melt right in front of him. You felt a tugging along the hem of your shirt and opened your eyes to see Bucky pulling on it ever so slightly. "Off?" he murmured and you nodded. He pulled your shirt up over your head painstakingly slowly, taking inventory of your reaction all the while. “So…” he prompted as he trails kisses across your chest, “tell me about this dream”.

Bucky didn’t stop dragging his lips over your skin, making it almost impossible to speak or even think. It was the most delicious form of torture you could’ve ever imagined. “We were, um…” you breathed, “you had me on- on my bed… face down and-” Bucky chuckled darkly against the sensitive skin of your chest. “Face down, huh, doll? I like the sound of that”, his tongue flicked lightly against one of your nipples before he ordered you to continue. His ever-hardening cock throbbed under you, making it even more difficult to speak.

It took a few deep breaths for you to regain the ability to speak, and even then, your voice shook, “you were…you were eating me out-”. Bucky’s mouth left your breast suddenly, making you whine. Without warning, he lifted you from his lap and had you on the bed- face down. “Eating you out from the back, doll? That’s fucking perfect. I don’t know if you know this, but this ass of yours,” he said, laying a slap to your skin, “is probably the best thing I’ve ever seen.” He joined you on the bed and let his hands grip both side of your ass, squeezing and digging into the flesh, “Fucking perfect…”

His knee spread your legs apart, making room for him to wriggle in between your thighs. “Hang on- your ass is the second best thing I’ve ever seen”, he said darkly, “this pussy is definitely number one”. His finger trailed slowly from your entrance to your clit, only using enough pressure to tease the hell out of you. A whiny sound left your lips and made him chuckle, “desperate for me, huh?” A smirk crossed your lips as you realized that this was literally a dream come true. Once again, his hands dug into your ass as he let his lips ghost over your cunt.

His cool demeanor dropped completely as he got even the slightest taste of you. Bucky was completely desperate for you and couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He wanted- needed you so bad that it almost hurt. His is tongue licked stripe after slow, deliberate stripe through you, making you moan. The sound spurred him on and he let his lips wrap completely around your clit, sucking deliciously while his tongue circled against it. His cold hand moved to the small of your back, holding you in place as you began to squirm under his touch.

His other hand swept teasingly over your entrance, lightly pushing into you ever slightly before withdrawing completely once again. “Buuuuuuuck” you groaned, making him hum against your clit. The vibrations could’ve killed you, but you wouldn’t have been mad about it. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any more devious, he let the knuckle of his pointer finger press against your entrance.

The sensation was unexpected but gratifying, pulling a dirty moan from your throat. “Oh, she likes that…” Bucky teased as he did it once more. He pressed firmer against your back with his vibranium palm as your growing pleasure made you wriggle. Hearing whimpers and moans leave your moans because of him was enough to drive Bucky crazy, but he needed more. He was dying to be inside you, to feel you. With his tongue still leasing your clit, he pushed two fingers into you until he was knuckle deep.

“Goddamn- fuuuuuck…” was all you could manage. He let his fingers sweep against your smooth walls, relishing in how warm and tight you were around him. It was then that he pressed against your sweet spot. “Buck” you moaned. He stopped his work against your clit and pulled his mouth away completely, “yeah, sweetheart? Somethin’ you wanna say?” He couldn’t help but tease you- it was too much fun. “It’s so-“ you tried to say, until he stroked against your sweet spot and halted your words.

“So what, doll?”

“So-” a moan cut you off as he flicked his tongue against your clit and pressed on your g-spot simultaneously. The resulting moan that fell from your lips rattled your ribcage and made Bucky’s cock throb. Your breathing was rapid and shallow as unstoppable whines and curses left your mouth. Bucky knew you were close and doubled his efforts, never straying from your g-spot until he felt you lose control. Every muscle in your body pulled taught and you lost the ability to breathe as fire coursed through your veins. You clenched uncontrollably around Bucky’s fingers while your high overtook you completely. He moaned against your clit as you came for him, sending vibrations through your clit until it was almost too much.

He didn’t stop his work until you had to beg him to stop, and even then, it was hard for him to pull away. He rolled you onto your back and positioned himself on top of you, looking for a kiss. You grabbed desperately at his dog tags and pulled him down until his lips met yours for a hungry kiss.

“Did we do the dream justice?” he asked, “cause if not, I can try again…” Your lips found his again, communicating to him just how well he’d done. You pulled away, though, making him huff in disappointment. “Well, you way surpassed the dream,” you told him, “but I’ve had a lot of dreams about you, so we should probably get to work on those…”

[jackrrabbit]

Complex /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu (18+)

Summary: Family’s supposed to look out for one another, but sometimes you feel like your new stepbrothers are a little too close for comfort.

A/N: Thanks so much to @bellanovas for commissioning this piece!!! This was so so much fun to write wow…what is it about boys making you call them nii-chan 🤒

Tags/warnings: soft yandere, dubcon, pseudo-incest (stepsiblings), manipulation, praise, overstimulation, alcohol, shy reader, crying

They never really wanted other siblings.

It was always just the two of them—Atsumu and Osamu, ‘Tsumu and ‘Samu. Being twins works for them. Sure they bicker and all, but they’re still closer to each other than anyone else in the world. That’s how family is. They’re just as spoiled as only children (always have been) and that’s how they like it. So they never wanted a little sister.

But that was before they met you. Obviously.

“Miya-san,” you say, like you’re surprised. “And— Miya-san.”

The flute of champagne you’re holding rolls between your fingers delicately and you shuffle back away from them on your little pink flats, letting the chiffon of your bridesmaid dress swish between your legs. Nervous habit, Osamu thinks, and he reaches out to steady your hand before the sparkling wine spills onto the floor. “You can call us by name. We’re siblings now.”

“Besides, it’s gonna get confusing if you call us both Miya-san,” Atsumu chimes in. “We’re close enough for first names, right?”

“Oh—um, I mean, I guess, if you want…?” You blink and wonder how they both appeared in front of you so quickly. You’ve seen pictures of them before (and you were always skeptical of how good-looking they both are—twins? and they both look like that? has to be a filter—except it isn’t), but this is your first meeting. At the reception after your parents got married. And you’ve had a little too much champagne, and your eyes are probably still red from crying at the ceremony, and wow. They both really look like that in person.

Someone’s ringing a glass, getting ready for a speech. Someone at the buffet laughs. Your hand feels cool under Osamu’s. He looks down at you, not quite smiling but pleasant. So handsome, like a prince in a Disney movie, like a fairy tale.

Except…they’re your…brothers. It’s probably illegal for you to notice how handsome they are in their identical suits, hair swept back and styled in mirror images of each other. Atsumu is smiling at you. Smiling? Smirking. You slip your hand out of Osamu’s—the pad of his middle finger lingers on your inner wrist, catches on the chain of your bracelet for half a second—and you take a quick sip of your drink just to give yourself an excuse to break eye contact.

“So you’ll be (Y/N) to us. And you should call us by our names.” Atsumu slips an arm around your shoulders and tugs you into the warm muscle of his torso, so close your tits push flat up against his side. Your mouth opens and his smile gets bigger. “Well…unless you wanna try out nii-chan?”

“I—no—“ You can feel your cheeks heating up. “I mean, we’re not even really…”

“C’mon, are ya saying you’re not our real little sister? You’ll hurt my feelings.” Atsumu’s hand is on your head now, tousling your hair and loosening the elaborate wedding hairstyle you spent ages trying to get right in the mirror this morning. You should tell him to stop…

“Don’t mess with her. She barely knows us, you’re scaring her,” Osamu chides, lacing his long fingers into yours briefly to tease the champagne flute out of your hands and into his own so he can take a long sip.

“Aw, no way, am I scaring you? Sorry, sorry,” Atsumu’s eyes meet yours, crinkled up like he’s about to laugh, and even though you are a little nervous you shake your head no. He’s your brother, so it’s fine.

Atsumu turns to his twin. “Gotta admit though, ‘Samu—that’s what a little sister should call her big brothers, don’t ya think? It’s gotta be nii-chan, right?”

“‘Samu-nii… ‘Tsumu-nii.” Osamu tests out slowly. “Has a nice ring to it…”

“See? Give it a try, (Y/N), just once?” Atsumu rubs his hand over your bare arm, already so comfortable with the casual touch, and he hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and tugs it back up over your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed it was slipping. “For me?”

And the thing is, it feels like you’re being teased. Like you’re the punchline of a joke you haven’t heard yet. But they’re both being nice and they’re family now and maybe that’s just how it is with brothers, so…

The band is easing off La Primavera and the best man is clearing his throat, getting ready to speak. If you wait any longer it’ll be quiet in the reception hall and everyone will hear them teasing you.

“Fine…o-onii-chan?” you say softly, wishing you could match how confident they both always seem. Maybe then you could laugh this off like a joke, too. But now you just seem shy and embarrassed and, ugh.

Neither of them seem to mind, though. The speech is starting but you can barely hear. Atsumu laughs and Osamu smiles, draining the last sip of your champagne. “See now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

///

Despite your best efforts (not to mention theirs), calling your new step-brothers nii-chan never feels quite right.

Not that it feels wrong, per se—it’s just that you didn’t meet them until all of you were adults, and you didn’t grow up together, and you’re never going to be as close to them as they are to each other. For all of their arguments, they still seem to have that secret twin connection that you never really believed in until you met them. Sometimes you walk in the room and they turn toward you too quick—it gives you a weird feeling, like you swung a flashlight into the dark too quickly and saw eyes reflecting back at you—and you can tell you interrupted something important, some vital ongoing conversation that always ends with your arrival.

You never press them, though. You don’t want to intrude. They’re twins, they’ve been together since birth. You wouldn’t expect to reach that level of closeness with them in just a few months.

On the other hand, it seems like they love having you as a little sister. Atsumu’s more annoying about it (how many times has he corrected you when you called him by his surname instead of ‘Tsumu-nii?) but you’re pretty sure Osamu’s in the same boat. There are advantages to having a bigger family—like when you mention you’re not looking forward to moving back in with your newlywed parents and Atsumu says you should stay in the guest room of the apartment he shares with Osamu during his off-season (“it’ll be fun, don’t worry about rent, it’s so boring living with just ‘Samu”). Or when your job search isn’t going great and Osamu offers to pay you way too much to work behind the counter at Onigiri Miya (“we’re short-staffed since re-opening for indoor dining, you’re qualified, I don’t feel like looking through resumes”) and suddenly you see more of them than you do anyone else.

You keep trying to deny them. It’s a little much, isn’t it? Free housing, a great job where the boss is almost too easy on you—all of that falling into your lap just because your parents got married? But every time you try to say you can’t accept something they’re pushing on you, they insist. You’re family. You’re our little sister. Can’t we spoil our little sister? Or are you saying we’re not really your brothers?

And how are you supposed to respond to that?

So you keep accepting things you’re not sure you deserve. You move into their guest bedroom and you take the job at Onigiri Miya and you call them nii-chan. When they ask. Neither of them seem used to taking ‘no’ for an answer.

Which makes sense, because they’re family. Except you’re not really sure the way you feel about them is how you’re supposed to feel about family. You’re modest, you’re always worried about what’s appropriate—they’re the problem.

You keep getting these…intrusive thoughts, things you don’t want to think about your stepbrothers when Osamu walks around in just a towel with his hair dripping water all down his back or Atsumu comes up and flattens you between the counter and his body because he’s getting something out of a cabinet you’re standing in front of. It’s like the beginning of some kind of step-cest porn—not that you’d ever watch that stuff, mostly because the thought of one of them going on your computer and finding out makes you want to die.

Osamu catches you staring once while he makes breakfast in just an apron and boxer briefs and you can barely get out your pathetic explanation: you’re not used to living with men, you’re sorry for staring, you didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable. He tells you it’s okay. It’s difficult, isn’t it? The whole step-sibling thing? You’re family, but it’s not like you’re blood. But he doesn’t mind, and come on, seriously, you could never make him uncomfortable.

Sometimes it’s like—god, you don’t even want to articulate these thoughts to yourself, if they knew they’d think you’re sick—but sometimes…it just, it just feels like there’s something else? Something you’re not imagining, something coming from them. They love you as their sister (they really use that word, love, love, so easily) but is it possible…?

Atsumu kissing your head when you’re half-asleep on his shoulder in the Uber home after Friday drinks—Osamu playing with your hair after movie night and telling you that you should think about changing your surname to ‘Miya’—

No.

It isn’t possible.

You’re projecting. You’re attracted to them and you feel guilty about it so you’re projecting what you want onto them. It’s not fair to them and it’s not fair to you—by the time you really consider it, you’ve been living with them for months and can barely remember the last time you saw a friend. You haven’t gone on a single date since you moved in. You should go out, meet someone, get a job and a place to live that you actually earned yourself. Stop crushing on your stepbrothers.

No matter how easy they make it.

“Well, look who cleaned up today. Who’re you all prettied up for?”

There’s someone behind you. They’re close and on the subway it feels too close so your heart leaps for a second before you recognize the voice. It’s a bit muffled from his mask, but it’s just Atsumu—he mentioned he was on his way to a publicity thing this morning. You’re surprised you ran into him on the train, you left a long time after he did. “Oh—hey, Atsumu—“

“‘Tsumu-nii,” he corrects. A few more people shove into your train car and Atsumu steps forward to make room, forcing you to squeeze between him and the train window.

He feels warm. You swallow and twist your neck to the side, trying to look back at him even though there isn’t really enough space. “I’m actually going to an interview, do you think I look okay?”

It’s been a while since you interviewed for something professional like this. You’re wearing a nice dark suit, tights, sensible heels, a shiny black bag (empty except for a few copies of your resume and a pack of breath mints), and all of it feels a little like a costume. You have to admit, you’re more comfortable in the Onigiri Miya uniform. But you need to fly the nest sometime, don’t you?

“An interview, huh…” Atsumu sighs and because your hair’s up, you can feel the warm breath filter over the back of your neck. “‘Samu’s not gonna like that.”

That’s what you were scared of. You didn’t mention your job search to the twins—didn’t want to get your hopes up or seem ungrateful, but now it’s out in the open. “The job doesn’t start until September—I’d have plenty of time to train my replacement, and—and I probably won’t get it anyway—“ You end on a nervous laugh, wishing you had space to play with your hands or fidget or something.

The subway chime dings and you hear the station announcement as the doors grind open. Next stop, you remind yourself.

“Still, it’s—ugh—“ Atsumu grunts and the next thing you feel is the full weight of his body pressing into your back.

Your hand immediately goes up against the glass so you don’t smack into it, elbow to palm braced against the pane while your stepbrother pushes into you from the other side. “Atsumu—‘Tsumu-nii, you’re kind of—crushing me!”

“Sorry, buncha people just got on and some dickhead bumped into me.” He sounds annoyed, groping around for the hand railing next to your side and shifting so he’s still flush with your backside but no longer practically on top of you.

“Is there space for me to get out?” You try to scoot out of his way but he’s not letting you.

“Naw, it’s pretty packed. You look so cute, if I wasn’t here you’d probably have some sicko feeling you up…just lemme protect my little sister, okay?” Atsumu gives the appropriate laugh (he’s kidding, obviously, you take the train all the time by yourself and you’ve never had an issue) but there’s some other kind of weight in his voice.

You didn’t see what he was wearing when he left this morning but it’s probably the same thing he wears every day—loose athletic sweatpants, skintight shirt, and a hoodie or windbreaker depending on the weather. All thin fabric, you can feel it. And honestly, with your back rubbing against his lower abdomen with the jerky movement of the train, you can feel…it.

Oh my god. Oh my— Is he…? You can’t tell, but it’s definitely touching you and your face is burning and can he feel that too?

The train slows and you hear the beep of the doors opening and you thank the heavens for the excellent timing. “This is me,” you squeak, squirming out from underneath him and into the pulsing throng of people between you and the platform, but Atsumu catches your arm before you can make it.

His eyes are narrow. “We’ll talk—tonight, okay? The three of us should talk. There’s some things we need to tell you…”

The doors are going to close in a second. “Okay, Atsumu, but I really have to go now—“ Filled with don’t be late to your interview adrenaline, you yank your arm away from him with more force than you expected, and you catch a stunned look on his face before he disappears into the crowd.

“Good luck,” you hear a second later, and you hope that it’s just your imagination that makes your stepbrother’s voice sound so insincere.

///

When you get home, you’re tired. Happy, but tired. The interview went better than expected—one of the panel members was an alum from a club you were in in college, and the connection seems to be working in your favor. High on your success, you called up a friend who lives in the area to get coffee and catch up, which eventually turned into dinner, and then drinks, and then suddenly it was dark out and your phone was dead and your friend was laughing, walking you to the station, and making you promise to text her when you got home safe. You’re still a little drunk by the time you’re unlocking the door to the twins’ apartment, but haven’t you earned it?

Maybe it’s the alcohol that keeps you from announcing your arrival like you usually do, or maybe it’s just plain old consideration. It’s late-ish, and although the twins stay up later than you do, you don’t want to disturb them. You shut the door slowly and slip your heels off with as little sound as possible, padding in your bare feet toward your bedroom to plug your phone in, until you hear voices from the living room.

One of their secret conversations. You shouldn’t listen…but you still inch forward in the hallway, trying to sneak a taste of what they talk about when you’re not around.

“Not yet…she’s not ready yet. I keep telling you it’s too soon.” Osamu’s pissed, like he usually is with his brother. What is it this time? A girl?

“She was going to an interview, ‘Samu—it wasn’t close to here, she might try to move out.”

You. They’re talking about you. That’s…not good, is it? They sound upset. Maybe you’re as guilty of taking advantage of their kindness as you’ve always been scared of, and they’re just now realizing it.

“So then what do you want to—hey.” Osamu’s voice sharpens and harshens in a single second, and before you realize the reason for his change in tone, you see him in the doorway to the living room at the end of the hall, a dark figure silhouetted against the yellow light. “(Y/N)? When did you get home?”

“Just—um, just a second ago,” you answer truthfully over the sounds of Atsumu asking (Y/N)’s here? in the background. You dip your head, embarrassed. They caught you eavesdropping.

Osamu makes his way closer, takes your keys out of your hand and hangs them on the hook above the shoe rack where you always forget to put them when you come home. He’s looking at you—calm, curious, not angry. Thank god, you think.

“Pretty late, aren’t ya,” he says.

“Yeah, I was with a friend?”

“We called… It’s kinda mean when you don’t call back, y’know? ‘Cause it makes us wonder…what you’re doing.” Osamu’s eyes drift down your body and you take note of what you look like—tights stuffed into your handbag along with your suit jacket (you shimmied them off in the bar bathroom because you were scared to rip them), blouse unbuttoned, lipstick smudged. Not quite as put-together as you were when you left in the morning.

“We just had some drinks—I hadn’t seen her in a while so she wanted to catch up—“ You’re babbling. Over-explaining. “And my phone died. I’m sorry if I made you…worry.”

Is worry the right word? It doesn’t match the expression on Osamu’s face.

“S’okay, you should get to have fun sometimes. I know.” His gaze alights on something below your face, and then he reaches out to lift it off the gap in your collarbones: the necklace you wore to the interview, a silver chain with a little studded charm in the center. “But um…d’you think you could make it up to me?”

“Sure?” You’re not the only one who’s been drinking tonight—you can smell red wine on Osamu’s breath, he’s that close.

“Okay…keep your mouth open, (Y/N), okay?”

Your necklace drops back to your clavicle and Osamu’s hand snakes over to the back of your head, tipping your face up, and he kisses you.

Deep, hungry. Your mouth is parted (of course it is, he said to keep it open, of course) and when the damp of his tongue presses into yours you can taste every note, every undertone in the alcohol. Malbec, you think dizzily. Bittersweet.

This is wrong.

You don’t think you could push him away—so instead you fall back, flattening into the hallway wall so the only thing connecting you to your stepbrother is a trail of spit. Osamu pulls back, eyes half-lidded.

“Osamu.” Your voice cracks.

“What the hell?” Atsumu’s hand’s on the back of his brother’s collar, wrenching him away from you so they both stumble against the facing wall from the momentum. “The fuck? You just said she wasn’t ready!”

You flinch, feeling heat well up in your eyes. He’s angry, Atsumu’s angry, and you did this. Somehow it’s your fault. You know it is.

Osamu wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Couldn’t help it…look at her.”

Atsumu turns his fierce gaze on you and the second your eyes meet his face changes. Your hands are shaking. Feels like he’s touching you, the way he’s looking at you.

“‘Tsumu—‘Tsumu-nii, he—kissed me,” you whisper in a shaky voice.

Rough, callused fingers meet the side of your face, trace down your cheek. “I know, I know. Was it scary? Did ‘Samu scare you?”

What is this? What’s happening? Shouldn’t he be angry? You breathe out, let your chest lift and fall a little too rapidly. “I don’t understand…”

“It’s okay, I promise. It’s all going to be okay, we’re gonna make you feel really nice.” Osamu’s back in front of you, kiss-drunk and dazed, herding you back into the wall. “I’d keep you to myself, but…”

“Shut up. I want to taste her too,” Atsumu says, and then he ducks to line his face up and you feel his mouth slide up against yours. Your arm lifts—for what? to shove him away?—but he just catches you by the wrist again and curls your hand into his chest.

You’re slower to move back this time, defenses worn down by the endless surge of denial reeling through your brain. You can’t they can’t this isn’t— but you do manage to get away eventually, knocking the back of your head against the plaster wall as you do so.

“Ouch, did that hurt? Sounded like it.” Osamu smoothes his fingers down the back of your head, petting the sore spot.

“But—you’re my brother,” you say stupidly. You move your head from side to side but the two of them have had no trouble cornering you in. There’s nowhere to go. You’re right where you have to be. “You’re…we’re siblings, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, of course—“ Atsumu leans in and kisses you again, a quick one this time. “‘Course we are, we’re your brothers.”

“You’re our little sister, (Y/N).” Osamu drags a hand down your throat, tugging at the neckline of your blouse, thumbing the next button. “Doesn’t that mean we should take care of you?”

Atsumu massages your wrist, strokes his thumb over the lines in your palm. “Real good care.”

Your legs wobble. “I don’t understand,” you say again.

“Don’t worry, it’ll make sense soon,” Osamu tells you, and before you can ask how can this possibly make sense you feel a heavy arm tuck under your shoulders and he crouches down to lift you, princess-style, against his chest.

He’s carried you like this before. Once. Or was it Atsumu? You’d had too many cocktails and fallen asleep on the couch in the living room and you barely woke up when someone picked you up to take you to your bed and tucked you in. You’d felt so delicate then, so safe.

Can Osamu feel how quick your pulse is racing? You can hear his, the steady throb of his heart under your cheek.

He’s taking you to the living room. You hear a click. Atsumu’s folding the sofa out into a bed and pulling the pillows off to the side and you’re being lain down. The light glows yellow on the ceiling and then Osamu rises up in front of it, straddling your hips and caging you down onto the thin cushions.

“Wait—“ You climb back on the sofa (bed?), up on your elbows and then onto your ass, scrabbling to put some healthy distance between you and Osamu (it’s not like you’re trying to get away from him—that would be mean, you know he wouldn’t hurt you—you just need to—think—) but you don’t get far before you feel Atsumu settle behind you, hold your shoulders in place with both hands.

“Where d’you think you’re goin, baby?” he asks lightly, teasingly, and then he ducks down and licks the side of your ear.

“I’m not—“ You shake your head to try and clear your thoughts. “I don’t get it…”

“We just want to kiss you…can’t we kiss you?” Osamu’s hand creeps up the side of your thigh, slowly, until he reaches the hem of your skirt and the tips of his fingers just barely nudge underneath.

You swallow. You haven’t had sex since…before you moved in with them? You can feel that familiar anticipation winding up like a clock, waiting for what comes next. But you can’t. “It’s not allowed...”

“We’re not doing anything wrong, are we ‘Samu?” Atsumu asks. Osamu shakes his head. “See?”

“It is—it’s wrong—“ Someone’s dragging your blouse up out of where it’s tucked into your skirt. Someone presses their lips into your neck, then their teeth. Oh…

“That’s not nice, (Y/N).” Atsumu lifts your body up and back onto his lap, and you feel it again, his stiff cock poking against your ass through his thin shorts. “How is it wrong for us to kiss the girl we like?”

“The girl you like?”

“Sure we like you (Y/N), we love you.” Osamu’s hand darts down the front of your blouse, slipping the buttons through their holes, pushing the fabric away from your chest and off your shoulders. “This is what people do when they’re in love.”

He’s in love? Does that mean—Atsumu is too?

Are you?

Is this what love feels like? The two of them are touching you, pulling off your shirt, pushing your skirt up to your waist and stripping your panties down your thighs. Someone’s mouth presses into your jaw. You feel your eyes rolling up, tracing the radial strokes of light the floor lamp leaves on the ceiling… Osamu’s big hands splay out over your ribs and he pulls you into his chest and your tits press against his shirt. He breathes into your hair, smells the dab of perfume you rubbed on your neck this morning.

You can feel his cock through his boxers, nudging against your tummy. Hard in every place you’re soft.

“But I don’t want to have sex,” you say.

“…Yes, you do.” Osamu’s knee pushes between your legs and you hear the thin mattress creak under his weight.

“We see the way you look at us, like you’re begging for it,” Atsumu tugs a strand of your hair. “And we hear you…touching yourself in the shower, cumming on your little vibrator when you think we’re not home. Moaning our names in your sleep.”

“No, I don’t—I don’t do that.” You’re shaking your head. It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t some sick little fantasy you were waiting for your stepbrothers to act out—it was just a thought, here and there, it wasn’t like you meant anything—

“It’s okay, it’s natural. Makes us happy knowing our little sister wants us to be the ones making her cum. And now we get to do it for you.”

“It’s not like that—“

“I bet your little kitty feels different, doesn’t it?” Atsumu’s hand snakes around your waist to pet roughly against your slit, slicking up the rough pads of his fingers in your juices. “All wet for nii-chan, such a good girl.”

You are wet. You didn’t feel it until he touched you but you’re leaking like a faucet, pussy drooling over his fingers like you want them inside. Atsumu pushes lightly against your hole and then you choke back a squeal of surprise when your cunt has to stretch around two fingers at once, middle and index sliding in as deep as he can reach. His other hand gropes around to rub circles into your clit and you feel your hips rocking back on reflex.

“Oh yeah…you like it? Feels good?” You’re not facing him but you can still hear the smirk in Atsumu’s voice.

Your ass is rolling back into him, matching the pace of his lazy pumps. It’s hard to think—so much easier to tune out your moral compass and listen to the slow thrusts of skin on skin, the intertwined breath of the two men sandwiching you between them. Osamu drags his fingernails lightly against the side of your waist and when you gasp, his cock twitches where it’s resting on your stomach. “Touch me too, (Y/N),” he breathes.

He takes your hand—grip reaching all the way around your wrist—and puts it against the front of his boxers. His cock is tenting out the fabric and he sighs when you make contact, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder. It’s hot…all stiff, throbbing against your fingers when you clumsily follow his direction to rub it up and down. You barely have to move, though—Osamu’s rutting his cock into your hand just like you’re rocking your hips into Atsumu’s touch.

“Good girl,” Osamu says softly. You turn your head and his eyes are almost closed, thick eyelashes obscuring his vision. “So good, my pretty little sister, fuck…”

“Quiet, let her focus,” Atsumu snaps. “She’s gonna cum, isn’t that right (Y/N)? Gonna cum on nii-chan’s fingers?” He pushes closer, brushes your hair out of the way so you can feel his bare chest against your back. “I can feel it…feel your little cunny getting all tight and excited, like you want something big and hard in there instead…”

Atsumu’s talking lower now, just inches away from your ear, like he doesn’t want Osamu to listen. Not that you think Osamu could listen—not the way he’s panting and humping your hand and digging nails into your upper arm. Atsumu bends his fingers, forcing slick friction against the patch of spongy flesh in your pussy so you have no choice but to clench up around him.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be squeezing my cock just like that, right baby girl?” You shake your head and Atsumu laughs under his breath. “Yes, you are, I know you are. I was thinking about it on the train, y’know—you were all nervous, and I was just thinking—I could just push up this skirt and fuck you right here on the train? Hm? Show all those fuckers staring at you who you belong to? Is that what you want?”

“Pervert, you’d get her arrested,” Osamu murmurs.

“I would’ve done it, I really—was going to, (Y/N), but I promised him we’d wait til you were ready, do it together, otherwise I would’ve done it a long time ago…keep you in my bedroom and tie you to the bed…” Atsumu’s voice is moving almost too quick for you to keep up, but the chill running down your spine is nothing compared to the heat dripping out of your cunt. “But good girls don’t get fucked unless they cum first, okay? You’re so delicate…don’t want to break you, you always cry so easy…”

Break you?

Atsumu’s fingers speed up, petting back and forth over your clit so quick you feel like you’re vibrating. You bite your lip—just hearing him say that, you cry so easy, makes you feel a little choked up. “That’s not…fair…”

“Aww, don’t take it like that, you’re pretty when you cry.” Atsumu kisses your cheek. “So pretty, like a princess—and we just wanna give you everything you want, fill you up, make you cum so hard you cry…”

And you can feel it, twisting up inside you, every sense in your body concentrated on the way your pussy’s getting teased and the cock rutting against your hands. Too hot, it’s too hot—the room feels saturated and airless and you’re lightheaded, like you’re breathing in the air they’re exhaling— your brothers, your stepbrothers, Atsumu and Osamu, holding you between them and not giving you a single inch, so it’s not really your fault, is it? Your sense of logic knows better but your heart is beating in your clit and your thighs are drenched in sweat and slick—the sounds you’re making, little nnh nhh please whining noises, and the wet squelching from between your legs—

Oh.

No wonder they think you want it.

“Atsumu—“ you plead, because your cunny muscles are tightening up, tensing, and you feel yourself shifting, trying to make sure—

“Wrong.” Atsumu growls, pushing another finger into you and rubs quick against your g-spot, swirling his thumb over your clit at the same time. “That’s not what my sister calls her big brother, is it?”

“‘Tsumu-nii,” you wail, “—please, I think—it feels so good, I don’t know—how to—stop—“

Your thighs tense, knees go weak, toes curl—and your pussy squeezes, clenching down on the three big fingers stretching you out. You can feel Atsumu’s pleased laughter, the movement of his chest against the damp skin of your back, and a second later Osamu joins in, out of breath but just as happy. You don’t care about that, though. Your hand drops off Osamu’s cock and he catches it, folding his fingers into yours so you can wring his hand, hold onto him for dear life, ride out Atsumu still petting through the syrupy mess of your cunt—

“—I came?” you gasp. You’re done, you’re—he got what he wanted, didn’t he? Why is he still—

“I think you got a little more in you than that, yes?” Atsumu drawls. “Girls get to have those—what’s it called—“

“Multiple orgasms?” Osamu asks, making eye contact with his brother for a second before lowering his gaze to yours, twisting his hand through your hair and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

“Yeah, those. So lucky, we get to make you cum like crazy. Make your cute little cumface just for us.”

Osamu’s tongue slips over yours, head pushes yours back, so much force your lips feel bruised and tingly, and Atsumu’s still touching you, still stroking your puffy clit and drawing moans out of you that sound like choked kitten mewls. You try to writhe out of his grip but he shakes his head no. “You’re doing so good, baby…don’t give up now.”

Osamu pulls away from your kiss. “Go easy, she’s gonna hate you.”

“Nah, a girl can’t hate her big brother—could ya (Y/N)?” Atsumu nuzzles your cheek. “She loves me.”

Love isn’t what you would call it. Every muscle in your body is aching, trembling. Your face feels hot—your eyes—the word overwhelming feels like a joke, the air feels thin and your heart throbs out of rhythm. Your pussy feels fucking crazy.

“Besides…I said I wanted to make her cry. So cry.”

You want to be done.

Your eyes feel blurry. Osamu sucks a red mark onto your throat and Atsumu pulses his fingers over your poor abused clit and you feel it, tears welling up, just like he wants. “’Tsumu it’s too much—please stop, I don’t like it—please—nii-chan—“

You feel Atsumu’s breath, shuddering with pleasure—and then you don’t feel him. “Get off her, fucker.” Osamu’s voice sounds genuinely pissed as he yanks you bodily away from his brother. “She’s done.”

You collapse into the comfort of Osamu’s lap, so relieved that you almost don’t notice the bulge poking into your back. Feels like you ran a marathon, your heart’s racing like that…fuck. An aftershock rolls through you and you feel light-headed. You’re actually crying—tears slipping down your cheeks, sniffling and hiccuping like a little girl.

Atsumu blinks, shakes his head to clear it, and looks down at you, a little uncertain for once. “But we didn’t get to do anything…?”

“Look at her. She’s done.” Osamu strokes your shoulder and then folds his arms around your middle. “Don’t cry, okay (Y/N)? We’re not gonna hurt you.”

And you know he’s telling the truth, but the thing is—you couldn’t really stop them, could you? If they wanted to hurt you.

“…Fine,” Atsumu says, frowning and wiping a tear track off your face. “I didn’t mean to…whatever. You’re okay, right? You’re okay. I’ll get you some water.”

“You’re tired, (Y/N), you should rest.” Osamu asks, ignoring his twin stalking off to the kitchen and then returning with a glass of water to press into your shaking hands. You’re not sure you can manage to hold it yourself—the liquid tips almost over the edge and then Atsumu’s hand closes over yours, engulfing you in his grip and steadying the glass, lifting it to your mouth to drink. “Do you want to go to bed?”

His voice hums through his chest, giving you some kind of animal comfort you’re not sure he’s earned. You give the glass back to Atsumu and draw your knees up, crossing them carefully over your bare cunt. “…Yes.”

“Okay. Sure, let’s go to sleep.” Atsumu stands up off the sofa bed and gathers you up like he wants to carry you, but you weakly push his hands away and stand up by yourself. As soon as you’re upright, you feel your knees wobble and you have to place a hand on the wall so you don’t trip over.

“Let us help you,” Osamu chastises, pulling your arm over his shoulders so you can lean on him. You close your eyes for a second and think about how warm he feels—always, both of them, always so warm, since that first day when Atsumu hugged you at the wedding and you were so excited to meet your new family. That feeling.

Love, you think. This is what love looks like to them.

Osamu was right to help you. You wouldn’t have made it down the hallway on your own. Your pussy feels sore and sensitive and your legs shake every time you take a step. Luckily your bedroom is the first one down—you halt in front of the door and reach out but Osamu stops you before you can touch the knob.

“Not this one,” he tells you softly, circling your wrist with his fingers and pulling it back, toward his chest. “Me and ’Tsumu don’t think it’s okay for you to sleep alone anymore.”

“What?” You look up at him uncomprehending, trying to trick yourself into innocence. “But that’s my room…”

“Not anymore, ‘kay? You’re going to sleep with me tonight.” Osamu meets your gaze, and the calm look on his face melts into a subdued smile as he steers you down the hall to his bedroom. “Trust me, I made it comfortable for you. You’ll like it.”

“Trade-off system, I get tomorrow,” Atsumu huffs from somewhere behind you.

Your eyes feel raw. Osamu opens his door and before you go in you look back in the direction of your own room (your bed and the sheets you brought from home and the postcards your friends sent you over the years and the laptop on your desk, waiting for an email from the job you interviewed for) and you wonder, maybe irrationally, when you’ll see it again.

“Just sleep, nii-chan?” you ask quietly.

“Just sleep,” Osamu confirms. “For tonight.”

[say-al0e]

The Gift

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Benny decides that the perfect birthday gift is something on your bucket list; a threesome. And who better than your best friend - him - and your crush - Frankie - to fulfill that desire?

Pairing: Benny Miller x fem!Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: One mention of Christmas gift receiving (I think?), pegging, soft dom!Frankie, very light femme domme, unprotected p in v. Um, I think that’s it but if I need to tag anything else, let me know.

Word Count: 11.4k. (I KNOW)

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“Please, for the love of all things good, shut the fuck up.”

Benny, who’d made himself at home on your couch the moment you let him into your apartment, raised his head and glared at you as he watched your shuffle around the kitchen in search of a bowl for popcorn. He scoffed at your order and shook his head. “Absolutely not,” he refused as he returned his head to the back of your couch and tossed his worn hat onto the coffee table. “This is an important conversation. You can’t keep shutting me down.”

“If I’m refusing to take part, it’s not a conversation. It’s a monologue.”

Benny rolled his eyes at your dismissal and reached for the remote at his side. His boots were long gone, kicked off by your front door, and you wrinkled your nose as he kicked his socked feet onto your coffee table. “I’m trying to do something nice for you,” he reminded you with a huff as he pointed the remote at you. “Don’t be difficult.” When you frowned at that, he waved a hand dismissively and glared at you. “Come on, just tell me what you want for your birthday.”

“You should know! You’re my best friend, Benny,” you reminded him as you ventured into the living room with the bowl of popcorn in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other. “I thought that was part of the whole deal. We spend every waking moment together, you have zero trouble picking me out a gift.”

Benny stared at you, his face devoid of emotion, as you settled onto the couch beside him. He watched you drop the bowl onto your lap as you twisted the tops off both beers. “How the fuck do you expect me to know what you want? You’re one of those fucking ‘I want world peace’ kind of people,” he grumbled, his lip curling briefly before he reached out to grab one of the bottles from you. “I can’t buy that. Tell me what materialistic, normal person thing you want so I can go to the mall and get it for you.”

“…wow, Benjamin.” You raised an eyebrow at Benny, unsurprised to see a hint of amusement clouding his otherwise serious expression, before you laughed. “You do realize how bad that sounds, right?” you asked as you took a sip of your beer and shook your head. “That’s a new low, even for you. You couldn’t even take a guess?”

Benny rolled his eyes at your question and shook his head. “I took a guess last year,” he reminded you, pointing his beer at you accusingly, “and I’m willing to bet that it’s still in the box in your nightstand.”

You scoffed at his answer and reached out to snatch the remote from his hand as he settled on a fight you had no intention of watching. “Benny, you bought me a vibrator. What the fuck were you expecting, a demonstration?”

“You were talking about your lack of a romantic life. Seemed thoughtful to me,” he reasoned as he glanced over at you. “But a demonstration wouldn’t have hurt,” he shrugged, only to flinch when you slapped his arm. “But that did, fuck. Teaching you self-defense might’ve been a bad idea.”

“No, it’s one of the only good ideas you’ve ever had. Thanks, by the way,” you hummed as you opened Netflix and began searching for a movie the two of you could agree on. After a beat of silence, scrolling through originals that you had no desire to watch, you turned to him with a half-smile. “Hey, consider that my gift and call it even. I got to hit you and you got to experience me practically sitting on your face with one of those moves. Even trade.”

Benny rolled his eyes at your reasoning and shook his head as he reached for a handful of popcorn. “Nope,” he refused easily. “You weren’t naked so it doesn’t count. ‘Sides, that would’ve been my birthday present, not yours. Try again.”

You huffed a heavy sigh and tugged the popcorn bowl from his grasp as you passed the remote back to him and gestured for him to choose a movie. “I’m serious, Benny. I don’t want anything. Just… be here, okay? Let’s have a game night or watch a movie or something. It’s not a big birthday so there’s no reason to turn it into some kind of circus.”

Benny made a disgruntled noise at that and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “When have you known me to make anything into a circus?” When you fixed him with a pointed look, he held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine, it’s happened. But there has to be something you want. Come on, if you could have anything in the world, anything at all, would would it be?”

You rolled your eyes at Benny’s question and sank deeper into the couch as he paused to read the description of what looked to be a b-horror movie from the eighties. As he considered the film, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you took a moment to regard him.

His face, scruffy with facial hair he’d been growing in between fights, was illuminated by the light from the television. He looked so concentrated on the film choice that you almost laughed but, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that was just a part of his personality. As impulsive as he was, he dedicated himself to the things that truly mattered - even if that was a weekly movie night, reserved for the two of you to wind down together - and you knew that his teasing was coming from a place of authenticity.

He really did want to gift you something that mattered - last year, he’d followed the vibrator with a pair of tickets to a concert you’d been hyping up for months and rolled his eyes at the idea that he’d actually give you something so crass and leave it at that - but you had no idea what to ask for. So, as you watched him take a swig of his own beer, you asked, “What would you ask for?”

He answered almost immediately, not even taking a beat to consider his answer. “A blowjob.” When you sighed, mostly to keep from laughing, Benny glanced over at you and grinned at the look of exasperation on your face. “I’m a simple man with simple wants, honey,” he explained with a shrug, though you could see the clear amusement on his face. “It’s either that or a new pair of boots. Those are both hints, by the way. Can’t go wrong with either.”

You hid your laughter behind your bottle and took a sip to calm your amusement. “I’m being serious, Benny,” you sighed, lips still curved at the corners as you turned to face him fully. At the sight of you shuffling, Benny imitated your heavy sigh and and copied your posture. He grinned at your exaggerated annoyance and laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I know you are, honey,” he assured you as he met your eyes, “that’s what makes fucking with you so fun.” When you rolled your eyes, Benny tossed an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. He squeezed your shoulder as he began scrolling through the titles once more. “If you’re dead serious about wanting to just hang out here, that’s what we’ll do. But I do want to get you something you’ll like. You deserve it.”

“For putting up with your ass? You bet I do,” you teased, huffing as you reached for a handful of popcorn. Benny pinched your shoulder, laughing when you squealed, and tugged the bowl closer to him as you shook your head in mock exasperation. “The gift that followed the vibrator was super thoughtful. Tap into that energy.”

“Mm, I could,” he agreed readily, eyebrows raised and lips pursed thoughtfully as he paused on an action movie that made you grimace. “But I was thinking.”

You pulled a face of your own as you reached out and plucked the remote from his hand, frowning when you found it greasy with popcorn butter. “That’s never good,” you deadpanned.

Benny laughed dryly at your quip and rolled his eyes. “Oughta be a fuckin’ comedian,” he huffed as he watched you read the description for a comedy that was likely to be the winner. “But I was thinking that you haven’t gotten laid in a while. I could help you find someone!”

You paused, eyebrows furrowed, and turned to face Benny. “Benjamin,” you began slowly, “how the fuck do you know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten laid?”

“I know you, honey. You’re less tense,” he explained, shrugging as if his answer was the most obvious one he could give, before reaching for another handful of popcorn. “You’re the picture of calm for, like, a solid week after,” he continued around a mouthful of popcorn, “makes my life easier.”

“You’re such a jackass.”

Benny shrugged again, not bothering to deny it. “Anyway,” he huffed, “what d’you say? Give me the reins of your love life for a minute and let’s see what happens. I think you’d be happy with the results.”

“Fuck no. Stay out of my love life. It’s enough of a dumpster fire without you adding fuel to the flames,” you huffed as you clicked play, tossed the remote onto the table, and leaned into his side. “‘Sides, the only people you know are the concussed morons you fight and the guys. Not a promising pool there, Benjamin.”

Benny made an indignant noise. “Seriously? None of the guys from the gym? Thought you were into that one with the tattoos,” he declared, frowning thoughtfully as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. When you shook your head, he huffed. “Well, damn. Alright, how about Pope?”

Sensing that he had no intentions of giving up any time soon, you sighed heavily and shook your head. “Tempting,” you offered, lips pursing thoughtfully as you considered it, “but pass. His knees are fucked. I’d have to do all the work.”

“Didn’t take you for a pillow princess. Alright.” He paused and took a sip of his beer before glancing at you with a grimace. “I hate to ask, but Will?”

“I’m not but if it’s birthday sex, I want to be taken care of,” you defended, cutting your eyes at him as the movie began. Benny nodded his understanding and you rolled your eyes at the seriousness with which he was treating the conversation. “Will is the hotter Miller brother,” you teased, grinning when he tossed a kernel of popcorn at you, “but pass. Dated a guy that kind of looked like him in college and it ended badly. Feel like it’d be too weird.”

“Not because he’s my brother?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.” Benny paused again, ran his hand over the scruff covering his cheeks, before he nudged your side with a bright grin. “Me?”

You swallowed your laughter with a sip of beer. “I already can’t get rid of you. If I fucked you, I’d never have a moment alone for the rest of my life,” you reasoned, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning as he rolled his eyes.

“Not a no but we’ll move on, circle back to that later.” You openly laughed at his usage of ‘circle back’ - something he’d picked up from sitting in on meetings with you one too many times - and shook your head as he continued, “What about Fish?”

You rolled your eyes at his insistence. “Benny, this is stupid,” you sighed as you peeled the label on your bottle. “Give it up, alright? Just get me a gift card to Target or something and call it a day if you really want.”

“Oh, that also wasn’t a no,” he pointed out, eyebrows raised as he continued, “that was a deflection.” He paused, eyes narrowed and lips pursed in deep thought, before he sat upright and turned to face you. “Oh, hey, threesome! You, me, Fish. What d’you say? I know that’s one of your bucket list fantasies and you’re one of my bucket list fantasies. Two birds, one stone.”

Benny bit back his laughter as you drained the rest of your beer. He watched, eyebrows raised, as you dropped your head back and shook it. “I hate you. You know that?” He did laugh then, eyes crinkling in the corners as he finished off his own beer, and shrugged as you continued, “Okay, actually, you know what? I am so confident that Frankie will say no and laugh you out of his house that I’m in. You can ask him. And if he says yes, I’ll let you have me however you want.”

Benny’s eyebrows raised comically and you would’ve laughed at the sight had you not seen the earnest, determined look in his eyes. He tilted his head to fully regard you, eyes searching for any hint of deception, and ran his tongue over his lips when he found none. “However I want?” You nodded and Benny frowned. “You fucking serious?”

“Dead.” As Benny began to nod, eyes darting over your face to gauge just how serious you were, you held up a hand. “But! You can’t bribe him and you can’t pressure him. No begging, either. No bargaining and no guilt tripping. You ask and when he says no, take it for what it is and move on.”

Benny scoffed at your response and shook his head. “I think you’re seriously underestimating my charm, honey,” he teased as he settled back into his seat and returned his arm to your shoulders. He let a beat of silence pass before he glanced down at you and asked, “Why Fish, by the way?” When you sighed, he squeezed your shoulder. “I won’t tell him. And I won’t make fun of you. This time, anyway. Pinky promise.”

He held up his hand and grinned when you begrudgingly lifted your own to curl your pinky around his. “I don’t know,” you answered after a moment of thought. “I just… have a little crush on him? He’s hot and sweet. He’s such a nice guy and just seems like he knows what the fuck he’s doing, you know? In life and, I mean, in bed, too. I just think he’d be… solid.”

Benny nodded his understanding, as if he’d considered it before, and reached for the popcorn. “I get it,” he assured you, chewing slowly as he mulled over his response. “The guys don’t think he does but Fish fucks. Not so much anymore,” he added, as if an afterthought, “but he christened a chopper once in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. Guys didn’t even realize he’d disappeared with that girl. He was always quieter about it but he had fun.”

You made a noise of acknowledgement and returned your head to Benny’s shoulder. “I wanna give him the best blowjob of his life,” you sighed, glancing at the television but not truly seeing it. “He just looks like he needs to relax, you know?”

Benny laughed, a sharp exhale from his nose, and shook his head. “What happened to not wanting to do the work on your birthday? That only apply to Pope?”

“If you can get Frankie in my bed, I’ll do whatever the fuck he wants. I don’t care if it’s my birthday,” you confirmed, grinning when he laughed. A beat of silence passed before you added, “Tell Pope and you’ll regret ever speaking to me.”

Benny scoffed. “I do that once a week,” he teased, grinning when you slapped his chest. He let the silence settle for a moment, eyes on the television, before he asked, “So, you like, like Fish, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at Benny’s question and turned so that your face was half-hidden in his chest. “What are we, thirteen?”

“I know you are but what am I?”

You laughed at Benny’s retort and shook your head as you pulled away from his embrace. “I fuckin’ hate you,” you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully as you knocked his arm off your shoulder and stood from the couch in search of more alcohol. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

He watched you head into the kitchen, grinning when you grabbed more beer and a pack of gummy worms, before settling into the couch. He nodded easily, used to your huffing, and replied, “I love you, too, honey!”

The conversation shifted then, easily falling into your usual movie night routine of making fun of the movie you both partially ignored, and you were grateful that Benny let it. He allowed you to steer the conversation, let you choose topics that helped you relax, and you assumed that it was the end of Benny’s gift consideration. Despite his enthusiasm, you assumed that nothing would come of it and easily let it slip from your mind as you dove into more pressing matters.

For as long as you’d known him, Benny had been prone to grand ideas. Many of his ideas were never realized - like the time he’d insisted the two of you needed to quit your jobs and drive cross country after a series of inconveniences plagued you both at work - so you thought nothing would come of your gift conversation. Though Benny’s confidence saw him proposing things he shouldn’t you never believed he’d seriously speak to Frankie about gifting you a threesome for your birthday.

Until Benny entered your apartment for your weekly movie night with a bright grin and a case of White Claw.

“Cancel your plans for Saturday,” he ordered, grinning wildly as he tore open the box and tossed you a can.

You watched him curiously, frowning in slight confusion as you nudged the pizza toward him and tapped at the top of your can. “Joke’s on you,” you huffed as you waited for the fizzing to stop, “I don’t have any plans for Saturday.”

“Even better,” he cheered as he grabbed a slice of pizza and bit into it. “Fish and I’ll be here at eight. He likes you in blue, I like you in nothing. Your choice. Though, I will say, nothing would speed along the process.”

You inhaled in surprise as you took a sip of your drink and sputtered around it, unsure if he was being serious or just joking. You coughed, wincing as the bubbles fizzed in your nose and throat, and choked out a rough, “What?,” as Benny laughed.

He reached over and tapped your back, not bothering to hide his amusement as he took another bite of pizza. “You, me, Fish. Threesome,” he reminded you with raised eyebrows, completely serious despite the amusement at your predicament. “You forget already?”

“No, I didn’t forget,” you snapped, eyes wide as you watched him pop open his own can. You stood frozen, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise, as Benny leaned against the counter and met your surprised look with an even one of his own. “You actually asked him? And he said yes?” Benny nodded and you leaned against the counter to steady yourself. “How the fuck did you manage that?”

Benny rolled his eyes at your question and waved his pizza dismissively. “You’re really that surprised? It wasn’t hard,” he defended with a shrug. “I told him you wanted to fuck him and he was in.” When you shot him the most heated glare you could muster, frown hidden behind your can, he rolled his eyes again and nudged your shoulder with his. “Come on,” he huffed, “it’s fine. It was a little more complicated than that but I followed your rules. I didn’t bribe, pressure, beg, bargain, guilt trip, or annoy him into saying yes. We talked, I laid it all out for him and promised him that you wanted this, and he was in. Took less than twenty minutes.”

You exhaled heavily and shook your head before taking another long pull of your drink. You stared at the wall opposite you, eyes unfocused as you let the reality of the situation wash over you, before you huffed a quiet, “Jesus Christ.”

Benny grinned at your exclamation and tossed an arm around your shoulders. “Jesus didn’t have a hand in this, sweetheart,” he teased, laughing when you huffed at his answer. “Come on, honey,” he urged as he squeezed your shoulder, “get excited. Fish fucks, I’m pretty fucking confident in my own abilities. It’ll be the best birthday gift you’ve ever gotten.” He paused, eyes focused on you, before he added, “If you’re really not into it, I’ll tell Frankie. But we’re both down if you are.”

You let Benny’s offer settle into the silence of your apartment, eyes narrowed in concentration as you stared at the wall opposite you, and truly considered it. You weren’t opposed to sleeping with Benny - you weren’t worried about the impact it would have on your relationship; if anything, you trusted that it would only strengthen it - and you certainly had no qualms about sleeping with Frankie.

You found both men irresistibly attractive. They were polar opposites - Benny with his lithe strength and Frankie with his battle-hardened but age-softened charm - but that was excited you the most. Benny’s overeager nature and Frankie’s reserved demeanor intrigued you, imagining the combination of them both, focused on your pleasure excited you, and you trusted that they would both do their best to make you comfortable and please you throughout the experience. 

After a few moments of silence, you turned to face Benny with a suspicious frown. “And what do you want in return, Miller?”

You’d already made up your mind - it was never really a question of if you wanted it, more if you were certain you could handle it - but you wanted Benny to squirm for a moment. 

“Come on, honey,” he laughed as he shoved the pizza box toward you. “You’re really telling me you’re not immediately jumping on this?” When you remained quiet, eyebrows raised, Benny rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll bite. I haven’t decided yet. Thought about having you sit on my face but I wanna look at you when you come. Feel like it’d be a pretty sight.” When you inhaled sharply, Benny grinned. “I don’t want anything, honey,” he assured you with another squeeze to your shoulder. “It’s a gift for you. Everything that we do or don’t do is up to you. I’ve got some toys that I’m gonna bring but there’s no pressure to use ‘em. Just… options, you know? Fish strikes me as an old school kinda guy, though.”

You nodded slowly, considering Benny’s observation, and took a bite of your pizza. “I almost hate to ask,” you began after swallowing your bite, “but what kind of toys are you planning on bringing?”

***

Saturday arrived far sooner than you were expecting and, despite Benny’s assurance that both he and Frankie were eagerly anticipating the night, you spent the day in a flurry of nerves.

Benny texted you throughout the day - mostly memes and stupid jokes, meant to put you at ease - and you appreciated it, even if you knew he would tease you later for the state of your apartment. You could already hear him joking that he’d never seen it that clean but stress cleaning, tearing through your wardrobe in search of a suitable outfit, and preparing yourself for both men to see you naked were the ways you kept calm enough to function until a knock sounded at your door.

You froze in the middle of your living room, eyes wide and breath catching in your throat as you stared at the door, and hesitated for a moment before crossing the room. You took a moment, took a deep breath to ground yourself, and opened the door to find Frankie and Benny standing in the hallway.

Benny looked as eager as you’d ever seen him, practically vibrating with an excited energy as he raked his eyes over your blue dress clad form, while Frankie stood calmly beside him. There was an air of confidence that surrounded them both, something that made you shift anxiously as you took in the sight of them, and you felt the knowledge of what was to come ignite a fire in the pit of your stomach.

Both men were dressed casually, Benny in clean jeans and a vintage band t-shirt while Frankie wore his signature flannel and jeans that frayed at the cuffs, but the normalcy of it set you at ease as you opened the door wide enough for them to enter. You felt a flurry of emotions, excitement and nerves and lust all curling in the pit of your stomach and making themselves at home, as you studied Benny and Frankie.

The main differences, the ones that you truly noticed, were the things that were missing. Benny’s hair was mussed, uncovered by a hat and not slicked back with gel, and he shot you an exaggerated wink as he ran a hand through it. He knew that you were surprised at his knock - he hadn’t knocked since you gave him a key nearly a year prior - but he simply shrugged at your mild confusion and gestured to Frankie.

“He thought it’d be more polite. Give you a minute to gather yourself,” he explained as he dropped a duffel bag on the couch before leaning in to a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. A flash of heat washed over you at the contact and Benny grinned as his breath - minty fresh and warm - fanned over you face when he added, “Happy birthday, honey.”

You hummed your acknowledgment, though Benny barely paid attention to it as he brushed past you and headed straight for your fridge. You took a deep breath, a desperate attempt to smother the heat and nerves that were slowly engulfing your body, and shot Frankie a half-smile as you took in the sight of him.

If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the slight apprehension in Frankie’s eyes as he raked his eyes over your form. He took in the sight of you - barefoot, dressed in royal blue, and slightly flustered by Benny’s softness - and returned your smile with a soft one of his own.

“Happy birthday, querida,” he greeted, slowly crossing the room. He stepped carefully, moving slowly so as to not surprise you, and held open his arms for a hug that you could initiate instead of pulling you into an embrace as Benny did. When you closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his waist, Frankie squeezed you gently. “He always do that?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Benny, rolling your eyes as he dug through your fridge, and nodded. This, the normalcy of Benny digging through your fridge without so much as a breath of warning, calmed you slightly as you laughed. “He might as well live here with how comfortable he is.”

“Hey,” Benny huffed as he stepped out of the kitchen with three bottles of water in hand. “I’m trying to be a good friend and prepare. But if your ass wants to get dehydrated, by all means, go for it.” Frankie shook his head at Benny’s response as you rolled your eyes. Benny, unfazed, shrugged as he glanced at the two of you. “So, we gonna stand around in the living room and pretend we’re here for something wholesome or are we gonna take this to the bedroom?”

You couldn’t hide your intake of breath at Benny’s question, prompting Frankie to frown at Benny’s deadpan delivery and reach out to slap the back of his head. “Have some tact, Benjamin,” Frankie scoffed as he folded his arms over his chest and glanced over at you apologetically.

Benny huffed at Frankie’s reproach and “Why? We know why we’re here.” He frowned as he rubbed the back of his head and glanced between the two of you. “There’s no reason to make small talk.”

Frankie opened his mouth to respond but, before he could, you shook your head. “Benny’s right,” you agreed with a nervous laugh. “Eloquent, as always,” you teased, smiling when Benny held up his middle finger, “but right. I just…” You paused, taking a moment to wipe your palms on the fabric of your dress as uncertainty settled alongside excitement in the pit of your stomach, before you continued, “I have no idea what we do now. Do we just… how does this even start?”

Benny laughed at your question and shook his head fondly as he reached for the bag. He turned his head to glance at Frankie, eyebrow raised. “Fish, you taking the reins here?”

Frankie took a moment to study the pair of you, his focus on Benny first - locked into some silent conversation that you were not privy to - before regarding you. You shifted, slightly nervous under his heavy gaze, but met his eyes when he called your name. “That alright with you, querida?” You nodded readily, anxious but completely trusting Frankie to navigate the situation, and took a deep breath as he requested, “Use your words, please.”

“Yes,” you agreed, your voice shaking slightly as you gripped the hem of your dress between shaking fingers. “Fine with me. I trust you, Frankie.”

Frankie nodded, pleased with your answer, and glanced at Benny. “Bedroom, then,” he confirmed, gesturing for Benny to lead the way with you in tow.

Benny grinned at you and held out his hand for you to grab. You hesitated for a moment, nerves and excitement churning in the pit of your stomach, before you reached out and took Benny’s hand.

The feeling of Benny’s hand in yours was familiar, a touch that you were beyond used to, and you imagined that was part of the reason Frankie insisted Benny be the one to guide you to the bedroom. Benny’s skin was warm, calloused palms rough against your own skin, and you took a moment to appreciate the feeling of his touch. His grip was firm, confident, but not forceful as he moved through your apartment with practiced ease.

You let your mind wander for a moment, imagining what his touch would feel like elsewhere, and felt a shiver run down your spine at the thought of his hands slipping between your thighs. A quiet laugh, sounding behind you, reminded you of Frankie’s presence. You glanced at him over your shoulder, returning the soft smile he shot you, and bit your lip as you realized that in a few short moments, you would no longer have to simply imagine what either of their hands would feel like exploring your body.

When you stepped into the bedroom, Benny dropped the bag onto your dresser and turned to face you and Frankie with a grin. “Tell me how you want me, honey,” Benny offered, stretching his arms out as he raked his eyes over your form. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Frankie, always the perceptive one, realized that you needed a moment to settle into the situation. Taking charge right off the bat - and taking charge completely - was not something that you were ready for. So, without a moment of hesitation, he stepped closer to you, hand barely pressing into the small of your back, and leaned in to offer a word of advice.

“I think you should start with a kiss, querida,” he suggested, voice low and rough as he spoke into your ear. “Might quiet him down a bit.” You shivered at the feeling of Frankie’s breath fanning over your neck, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. The heat of his palm pressing against your skin, even through the fabric of your dress, pulled a shaky exhale from you that was cut off completely when you opened your eyes and met Benny’s. The heat in Benny’s eyes, the way his normally bright eyes darkened to a stormy blue, rooted you to the spot and Frankie sensed your nerves as he pressed a little firmer against your skin.

“You know him,” he reminded you gently, voice still low in your ear as he brushed your hair aside. “It’s just Benny. You’re used to him. A familiar touch will help, querida.” 

Despite Frankie’s reminder, you were struck with the thought that you’d never seen this side of Benny. The closest you’d ever come was seeing him in the ring, breathing even and eyes focused on his opponent, and you suddenly realized why he made for such an intimidating fighter.

Being at the center of Benny’s attention, while Frankie’s hands gently rubbed your back, sent your heart into overdrive and set your skin alight. Your body felt as if it was on fire, your breath already felt as if it was harder to catch, and you found yourself unable to imagine what the rest of the night would bring as you took a hesitant step across the room.

“I don’t bite, honey,” Benny teased, grinning when you nodded. “Unless you want me to.”

“Maybe later,” you offered, voice shaking as you attempted to crack a joke. “Can we start with a kiss?”

Benny’s smile softened as he held out his hand. When you gripped it, he pulled you closer and brought his free hand to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in the familiarity of it all, and smiled softly when he brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. “Tonight’s about you, honey. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“You can be sweet when you’re trying to get laid, Miller,” you teased, grinning when both Benny and Frankie laughed.

“Shut up and kiss me, honey.”

You rolled your eyes at Benny’s demand but swallowed the butterflies in the pit of your stomach and leaned in to press your lips to his. The feeling was strange - something you’d never imagined you’d experience but didn’t exactly mind - but you settled into it fairly quickly.

Benny used his free hand to grip your hip and tug you closer, fingers digging into your skin as he tilted his head to give you better access. Despite his attempt to get closer, Benny made no other effort to take control of the kiss. Instead, he followed your lead, occasionally caressing your skin as your hands drifted to his hair.

Despite the circumstances, and the fact that you’d never kissed Benny, you felt yourself calming at the familiarity of his touch. The heat of his body pressed against yours, the weight of his hands on your skin, was reassuring and reminded you that, no matter how the night ended, you were in safe hands.

You could feel Frankie’s eyes on you, gaze heavy as he watched you settle into the reality of the moment, and broke the kiss with a quiet laugh. Benny grinned at you, eyes bright as he dragged his tongue over his lips, before he glanced over your shoulder at Frankie.

“Fish, you good?”

Frankie made a noise of confirmation and you turned your head to glance at him as Benny dropped his head to nose at your jaw. You met Frankie’s eyes and gasped at the way they’d darkened. His eyes darted to Benny for a moment, watching as he nipped at your skin and pulled a surprised gasp from you, before returning to yours.

“I’m good,” Frankie confirmed as he leaned against the dresser and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

You felt Benny’s laughter more than heard it, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine, and swallowed thickly at the way Frankie’s eyes raked over your figure. He studied the pair of you, dark eyes watching intently as Benny pressed eager kisses to your heated skin, and met your eyes with an easy smile as you tilted your head to give Benny better access.

He waited another moment, allowing Benny to nip at your skin freely, before he pushed away from the dresser and crossed the room to join you both. When Benny heard his footsteps, he turned you in his arms to face Frankie and placed both hands on your hips as his lips returned to your neck.

Benny bunched the fabric of your dress in his hands, inching it up slowly, as Frankie brought one hand to your cheek. “This alright, querida?”

“Yes, please,” you agreed readily, smiling when Frankie nodded approvingly at your vocalization.

As Benny trailed his lips over your shoulders, warm breathing fanning over your already heated skin, Frankie leaned in to press his lips to yours. The kiss, one you’d imagined many times before, was significantly different than Benny’s. Frankie’s kiss was just as confident as Benny’s, just as certain, but softer somehow. His actions were more deliberate, each press of his body to yours intentional, and pulled a quiet sigh from you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

With both men pressed against you, their differences were more evident than ever before. Each rake of Benny’s hands over your thighs, each rustle of fabric in his hands as he inched your dress higher and higher, was accompanied by a playful nip to your skin. There was a rush to his affection that made you want to laugh but the desire was quickly erased by Frankie’s languid kisses.

Where Benny was rushed affection and playful nips, Frankie's affection was slow and deliberate. Each brush of his lips against yours, each stroke of his fingers across your heated skin, each tilt of his head; it seemed calculated, measured exactly to pull a specific reaction from you as he eased you into the night.

“Honey,” Benny murmured, voice muffled by your skin as he nudged the hem of your dress once more. “You mind if I take this off?”

You hummed your agreement, not bothering to pull away from Frankie’s kiss as your hands moved to his hair. He laughed at that, lips curling into a smile as he nipped at your bottom lip, and pulled away enough for you to agree verbally. “Please,” you confirmed glancing over your shoulder at Benny as he gripped the hem of your dress and began to tug.

Frankie pulled away from you long enough to allow Benny room to tug the garment up and over your head. When it hit the floor, your arms returned to Frankie’s neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape, as Benny eagerly dragged his hands up your sides to rest just beneath your breasts.

Frankie brought his hand back to your cheek, easily tilting your head to meet his eyes as Benny’s thumbs brushed at the lace covering your breasts. He searched your eyes for any hint of discomfort or hesitance and, when he found none, leaned in to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

“You look beautiful in blue,” he complimented after a moment, lips lingering over yours.

“But you look even more beautiful like this,” Benny continued, grin evident as he shifted his hands higher and cupped your breasts. “Can’t wait to see you naked, honey.”

Frankie hummed his agreement, eyes amused as he glanced at Benny over your shoulder, but said nothing as he dropped his hands from your cheeks to carefully explore your exposed skin. While Benny eagerly cupped your breasts, fingers pinching at your nipples beneath the lace of your bra, Frankie took his time to drag his fingers down your chest, along your stomach, and brush at the band of your panties.

His eyes remained on your face, gaze curious as he watched you shiver at the feeling, and smirked at the way your eyes fixated on his mouth when his tongue darted out to wet his lips. 

The feeling of both sets of hands, one calloused from years of work and certain in its movements while the other drifted eagerly, pulled quiet sighs from your lips as you focused on the heat radiating off of them both. Benny crowded against you, chest pressed to your back, while Frankie gave Benny a bit of room to work and kept a sliver of distance between the pair of you. 

“Querida,” Frankie hummed, pulling you out of your stupor and forcing your eyes open, “you wanna get on the bed for us?”

At this, Benny grinned and pulled his mouth away from your skin. He eagerly unclasped your bra and gave your shoulder one last nip before stepping away from you. As you shed the fabric, Frankie stepped back enough to allow you room to move. 

All to aware of the weight of their eyes on you, you took the few steps to your bed and climbed onto the soft surface. Unsure of what exactly Frankie wanted you to do, you settled on your knees in the center and stared at both men with a tilt of your head.

Benny unabashedly observed you, eyes darting over your exposed skin in a bid to memorize the sight before him, as Frankie took in the sight slowly. You shivered under the weight of his gaze, eyes dropping to your thighs as he explored your skin, and only lifted your head when his fingers found your chin.

“You look beautiful, querida,” he assured you, voice soft in the silence of your bedroom. “Better than I could’ve imagined.” You smiled softly at his compliment, heartbeat racing at the heat of his fingers against your skin, and nodded softly as he asked, “You wanna take off your panties for us?”

As you shucked the last piece of your clothing onto the floor and quickly returned to your knees, Frankie turned his head to glance at Benny. Another silent conversation took place, this one ending with a nod from Benny, before both men began to undress. Benny tossed his t-shirt and jeans onto the floor quickly, eager to join you on the bed, while Frankie took a moment longer. He held eye contact with you, not bothering to feign modesty as he dropped his flannel and stepped out of his jeans, only to break it when Benny kneeled onto the bed beside you and reached out to pull you into a sloppy kiss.

Frankie moved to sit on the bed beside you, his hand resting on your thigh as Benny’s hands returned to your breasts. He eagerly groped at your chest, rough hands exploring your skin with a determination that made you want to laugh, while Frankie’s hands brushed your heated skin unhurriedly.

Not to be outdone, Frankie took the moment Benny pulled away to catch his breath to cup your cheek and turn your head to face him. He pulled you into another kiss, touch softer than Benny’s as he explored your mouth, and eagerly swallowed your moan as Benny’s hands nudged your thighs apart.  

As Benny slotted himself between your thighs, rough hands gripping your soft skin, Frankie’s hand dipped further down to brush at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His fingers trailed along the inside of your thigh before shifting to the top of your thigh, up and over your hip, and finally resting just below your breast as Benny’s fingers inched closer to your core.

As Frankie brushed at the underside of your breast, fingers leaving a trail of fire against your heated skin, Benny fully dipped his hand between your thighs and groaned at the slick he found gathered there. You gasped into Frankie’s kiss, breaking the embrace to glance at Benny between your thighs, and laughed quietly at the wink he shot you.

“This what you wanted, querida?” Frankie asked, voice rough as he leaned in to nose at your jaw. The feeling of his facial hair against your skin sent a shiver down your spine as you reached out to thread your fingers in Benny’s hair. You nodded, head lolling to rest against Frankie’s shoulder, and watched as he dragged his fingers along your slit.

“Thought Frankie asked for words, honey,” Benny teased, grinning as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. “In fact, I think I want them, too. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you agreed, before Benny could even finish his question. “This is what I wanted,” you confirmed quickly, glancing over at Frankie, before turning your eyes to Benny. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

Appeased by the submission, Benny eager dragged his fingers through your folds and slipped one into your heat. He pressed it knuckle deep, eyes locked on your face, and hummed approvingly as you moaned at the feeling. To your surprise, Benny kept his eyes on your face, eagerly watching for any hint of disapproval, as you turned your head to glance at Frankie.

He met your eyes with a smile, reaching out to brush a piece of hair from your eyes, and leaned in to press another kiss to your mouth. “Feel good, querida?” When you moaned a quiet confirmation, Frankie laughed and nodded. “Good. Want you to enjoy this,” he hummed as his hands moved to drag over your heated skin. “We want to see you come undone for us,” he urged as his fingers carefully tweaked your nipples.

“Frankie,” you sighed as your free hand tugged at Benny’s hair, “can I touch you?”

“Of course, querida,” Frankie confirmed, eyes amused as he watched you shifted a bit closer to reach out for him. You flushed under his gaze and sighed heavily as you felt the weight of his and Benny’s eyes on your heated skin. You tried to pay them no mind, your eyes fixed on Frankie’s cock, but still squirmed slightly at the feeling as you hesitantly reached out to touch him.

You hadn’t had much of a chance to look at either of them when they stripped, too lost in your head to really let yourself look, but you took a moment to appreciate Frankie as your fingers trailed over the patch of hair just above his cock. He was bigger than you’d imagined, thicker, and your tongue darted out to wet your lips without a thought as you imagined the weight of him on your tongue.

Without thinking, you eagerly dragged your fingers down to wrap them around his length. Benny, who had been intently studying your face, only shifted his gaze when Frankie made a quiet noise of approval. He glanced over, eyes twinkling with amusement as you wrapped your hand around Frankie’s cock, and brushed his thumb over your clit to recapture your attention.

“She wanted to blow you, Fish,” he revealed, voice rough as he rested his head against your thigh, eyes lazily flicking between your center, your face, and Frankie’s face. You quickly followed suit, glancing between Benny and Frankie, and swallowed thickly when Frankie brought his hand to cup your cheek.

“That what you want, querida?” His eyes were dark with arousal, clouded with a desire you’d never seen from him before, and it made you want to please him as you nodded readily.

“Yes,” you confirmed quickly, before Frankie could remind you. “Please.”

Frankie nodded easily and gently nudged your hand away from his cock. He shifted, moving to rest his back against the headboard, and nudged Benny with his foot to make him pull away from you. When Benny huffed and doubled down on his ministrations, Frankie rolled his eyes and shifted to reach around you and grip Benny’s hair.

“Be patient, Benjamin,” Frankie chided, eyes dark as he fixed Benny with the most serious look you’d seen all evening. Benny, who still looked annoyed by the interruption, settled back onto his knees as he waited for you to turn turn and face Frankie. You blinked, surprised at how easily he complied, but didn’t dwell as you turned to Frankie. “All yours, querida,” he offered, smiling at you as you settled between his spread thighs and glanced at him from beneath your lashes.

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, mouth watering as you shifted closer to Frankie, and wasted no time dropping your head to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock.

Frankie rested his head against the headboard, eyes focused on you, and hummed contentedly as you took the tip between your lips. You wondered if he would have ordered you not to tease under any other circumstance - the twitch of his fingers as they rested against his thigh told you that he might - but didn’t bother to think further on it as you slowly took more of him into your mouth.

When you managed to set a rhythm, you lost yourself in the weight of him on your tongue and the feel of him in your mouth. Frankie’s hand in your hair was more for your benefit than his as he allowed you to control the pace and nothing else seemed to exist as you focused on relaxing and taking as much of him as you could.

However, the moment you took more of him than you had before, you felt the bed dip as Benny moved behind you. You waited for his hands to return to your center, his fingers brushing your folds once more, but choked around Frankie’s cock as Benny’s mouth met your center.

Frankie reached for you, gently tugging you away, but let you continue as you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose. You remained still for a beat, acclimating to the feel of Benny between your thighs, and swallowed around Frankie’s cock.

As Frankie groaned, your eyes slipped shut as you focused on Benny for a beat. His facial hair brushed at your thighs, the friction sending a wave of heat to your core as he lapped at your folds. Like everything else you’d experienced, Benny licked at you like a man starved. He was eager, desperate to taste you, and it pulled a desperate moan from your throat as you slowly returned your attention to Frankie’s cock.

Your rhythm was off, you knew that, but Frankie didn’t seem to mind as he brought his hand to your throat and brushed his hand over the bulge of his cock. You glanced up at him, tears lining your lashes, and groaned at the flush that coated his cheeks. He looked almost as destroyed as you felt, his chest heaving and eyes fluttering, and you loved knowing that you were the one bringing him this pleasure.

Between your thighs, Benny eagerly lapped at you, nosing at your clit and gripping your thighs as he quickly drove you to the brink. He could tell when you were getting closer, by the way you shifted your hips in search of more friction, and pulled away just as you were beginning to approach your end.

Just as Benny pulled away before you could finish, Frankie gently nudged you away from him and offered you a satisfied smirk when you pouted. “Don’t want to come in your mouth, querida,”  Frankie confessed, smirking when you nodded in a daze.

“And I want to see your face when you come,” Benny reminded you, voice rough with disuse as he reached out to slap your ass.

Frankie glanced between the pair of you, eyes narrowed, before they settled on something over Benny’s shoulder. He frowned, thoughtful, before he gently nudged you to the side and climbed off the bed. You watched curiously as he reached for the bag on the dresser but gasped as Benny settled behind you and dipped a hand between your thighs to lazily brush your folds.

“Lookin’ for anything in particular, Fish?” Benny asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched Frankie explore.

Frankie hummed noncommittally as he poked through the items but paid him little mind as you lolled your head against Benny’s shoulder. You felt his breath fanning your skin, warm and sticky in the humidity of the room, and shivered as he rubbed slow circles over your clit.

“Querida,” Frankie called, eyes twinkling with a light mischief that you would’ve missed had you not known him so well, “come here.” Again, Benny huffed at the direction but easily released you from his grasp. He watched, expression pleased, as you stood on shaking legs and crossed the room to join Frankie.

Frankie took you in for a moment, eyes raking over your kiss swollen lips, disheveled hair, and heaving chest, before he gestured to the bag. You glanced at the contents, frowning when you didn’t quite understand what he wanted you to see, and met his eyes with a shrug.

“You’ve been good for us,” he praised, eyes soft as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “I think you deserve a reward.” He leaned in, voice lowering to a near whisper, as he reached into the bag and held up an item for you to take a look at. “Benny said he was yours to do with as you please. I think you give him a taste of his own medicine,” he hummed, grinning as he grabbed your hand and placed the strap into. it. “What do you say, querida?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” you confessed, eyes wide as you weighed the toy in your palm. You glanced at it before returning your eyes to Frankie’s. “Do you… is this something he’d want?”

“It’s a night for firsts,” Frankie offered with a soft shrug. “For you, anyway.” He grinned at you before he glanced at Benny over your shoulder. “Benny,” he called as he tugged the toy from your hand and held it up for Benny to see. “You in?”

Benny’s eyes widened at the sight of the toy in Frankie’s hands but there was no panic in his gaze, just an excitement you’d never seen from him before. He glanced between you and Frankie, grin growing, as he nodded eagerly. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He met your eyes and smirked at the slight hesitation in your gaze. “You gonna fuck me, honey? Get me back for teasing you,” he taunted, eyes flashing as he watched Frankie fish a bottle of lube from the depths of the bag.

Before Frankie could speak, you nodded. “Yeah,” you confirmed, voice more confident than you felt as you glanced at Frankie. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Benny.”

Benny grinned, pleasantly surprised, at your confirmation and shook his head fondly as he watched Frankie capture your attention. Frankie nodded, pleased by your assertion, and gestured for you to step closer. “I’ll help you, querida,” he offered when he noticed the hesitance lingering on your face. When you nodded, he tapped your thigh. “Here, let’s get you set up.”

Benny watched intently as Frankie helped you settle into the strap, eyes blown black with lust as he pressed another kiss to your mouth, before he brought his hand to his cock and began to lazily stroke it. As Frankie quietly explained what you needed to do, Benny rested his head against the headboard and eagerly waited for the two of you to return to the bed.

When you glanced at him, you flicked your eyes back to Frankie. He nodded and, with a moment of hesitation, you asked, “Who said you could touch yourself?”

Benny blinked, surprised, but quickly regained his composure and never faltered in his rhythm as he met your eyes. “You’re calling the shots now, honey?” He grinned at you, lips swollen and face flushed, and shook his head. “You’re too sweet for that, baby,” he teased, voice sickly sweet as he ran his thumb over the tip of his cock.

Frankie nudged you forward, nodding in approval as you climbed onto the bed, and watched with arms folded over his chest as you reached for Benny’s wrist. “I am sweet,” you confirmed, voice quiet but firm as you nudged Benny’s hand away and replaced it with your own, “but I can call the shots, too. And I think you want me to.”

“Yeah? Thought you wanted Fish to call the shots,” Benny hummed, voice breaking slightly as his eyes fluttered.

“I do,” you confirmed, “for me. But for you? I’m in charge.”

“Do your worst.”

You regarded Benny for a long moment before Frankie leaned in and pressed his lips to the nape of your neck. “Get him on his hands and knees,” Frankie suggested, voice low in your ear as his lips brushed your heated skin. “I’ll help you prepare him.”

At his suggestion, you added a bit more pressure to your grip and lifted your eyes to Benny’s face. He met your gaze readily, eyes burning with excitement, and pouted when you ordered, “Hands and knees, Benny.”

“But I wanna see your face when you come, honey,” he hummed, voice teasing as he reached out to touch you.

When you slapped his hand away, Benny laughed. “You will,” you assured him, certain that you wanted to give him the only thing he’d asked for, “but first, I wanna fuck you. Let me, please?”

The softness in your voice pulled a shuddering breath from Benny. At the look in your eyes, the way you glanced at him from beneath your lashes, he nodded easily. “Alright,” he agreed, not bothering to glance over your shoulder at Frankie as he shifted and moved to settle onto his hands and knees, “anything you want, honey.”

“Good job, querida,” Frankie praised, mouth curving into a grin as he reached for the lube at your side. “Here,” he hummed as he gestured for you to shift between Benny’s thighs. “There’s no such thing as too much.”

Benny laughed quietly at Frankie’s comment but kept quiet in an effort to spare your nerves as you allowed Frankie to coat your fingers in lube. He guided your hand to Benny’s entrance, quiet warning to start slowly with one finger quiet in your ear, and nodded when you slowly traced Benny’s hole with a heavily lubed finger.

Benny hissed at the feeling of the cool lube and shook his head when you apologized. “Don’t worry about it, honey,” he assured you, voice just as wrecked as you felt as you carefully worked one finger into his entrance. “Rather deal with cold lube than a literal pain in the ass,” he teased.

You felt Frankie laugh, more than heard it, and shook your head at Benny’s ability to find light in any situation as you slowly worked him open. As you settled into it, growing a little more confident in your movements, Frankie dragged his hand down your back and slipped it between your thighs. He easily coated his fingers in your slick, humming happily when he found you dripping down your thighs, and quickly matched the pace you were using on Benny.

As you worked to prepare Benny, Frankie worked to prepare you. Each movement you made was matched by Frankie and your moans joined Benny’s in echoing around the bedroom. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you watched him rest his forehead on his forearm and groan quietly.

“Shit, honey,” he breathed, voice breathless as he tilted his head to glance at you, “I’m ready when you are.”

When you paused, Frankie paused. He tilted his head, using his free hand to turn yours to face him, and searched your eyes for any hesitance. When he found none, he gestured to the bottle of lube. “It’s alright, querida,” he urged, voice soft as he poured some into his hand and coated the strap. “You’re not gonna hurt him. You’re gonna make him feel good, just like I’m gonna make you feel good. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, nodding easily as Frankie helped you line up with Benny’s entrance. He shifted your hips, fingers digging into your skin, and nodded when you pressed the tip to Benny’s hole. “Benny, baby, you ready?”

At the term of endearment, Benny turned his head to look at you. “Hell yeah,” he confirmed, grinning when he met your eyes. “Fuck me, honey.”

Frankie nodded, just as Benny had, and squeezed your hips as an encouragement. He gently massaged your hips as you slowly pressed forward, easing into Benny. Benny took all of the guesswork out of the action and moaned openly as you pressed into him. He shifted into you, eager to speed along the process, and laughed when you reached out to grip his hips and still him.

Frankie leaned in, lips near your ear, and asked, “Are you ready for me or do you want to wait?”

“Fuck her, Fish,” Benny responded, tossing a wink over his shoulder as he shifted his hips to accommodate to the feeling.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, glancing over your shoulder at Frankie with a smile. “Please?”

Frankie nodded easily and used his grip on your hips to settle you into a more suitable position. The height difference between the three of you made it slightly awkward - Benny being the bottom made it difficult as he was the tallest of you all - but Frankie made it work as he settled between your thighs and pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance.

You remained still, strap pressed as deep into Benny as you could go, as Frankie. Slowly pressed himself into you. Despite Benny’s eagerness, he remained quiet and allowed you time to adjust to Frankie’s length. He matched your moan with one of his own and sighed in relief as Frankie began to move.

Frankie set the pace for the three of you, his hips pressing into yours slowly, and Benny grumbled but kept relatively quiet as you pressed deeply into him. When your fingers wrapped around his cock, eagerly swiping at the precum beading at his tip, he groaned deeply and exhaled your name.

“Make him come,” Frankie ordered quietly, voice in your ear as he pressed into you deeply and brought his thumb to brush your clit, “and I’ll make you come, querida.”

With the goal of finishing Benny, and then having Frankie finish you firmly in mind, you eagerly pressed into him and set a quicker pace. Frankie matched you, thrust for thrust, and chuckled in your ear as you stroked Benny’s cock in time with your thrusts.

Benny, usually so talkative and eager to tease, was at a loss for words as he barreled toward his own climax. You knew that Frankie was going to do his best to keep you on the edge until Benny could see you and the thought made you even more eager to finish Benny as your hips pressed into his.

“Benny, baby, you close?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he confirmed, voice wrecked as he dropped his head and focused on the feeling of you pressing into him. “Doing good, honey,” he praised, a light laugh leaving his lips as he shifted his hips. “Gonna make me come.”

Frankie slowed, only pressing into you occasionally, as you eagerly worked to finish Benny. The weight of him against your back was enough to keep you on edge but not quite enough to throw you over as you worked to make Benny come first. After a few more thrusts, and well-timed twists of your wrist, Benny spilled his seed over your hand and came with a shout of your name.

You fucked him through the aftershocks, slowing as he finished, and pulled away when Frankie tugged at your hips.

When you pulled away from him, Benny rolled onto his back and lolled his head to the side to face you. Frankie lazily rubbed your clit, eyes flicking between you and Benny, and laughed when you reached out to brush Benny’s hair from his forehead.

“Benny, baby,” you breathed, chest heaving as Frankie pressed his hips closer to yours, “you alright?” When he nodded, eyes slipping shut, you laughed quietly. “What do you want? As a thank you, for making this happen.”

Benny, with flushed cheeks and hair dark with sweat, glanced up at you with glassy eyes. His lips, swollen and red, curled into a grin as he shook his head. “Think you fucked the life out of me, honey,” he teased, voice breathless as he glanced down at his still twitching cock, “shit. Haven’t come that hard in a fucking forever.” He swallowed deeply before he offered, “You could ride his cock while I watch. Still wanna see you come, honey.”

You nodded easily, eager to give them both something for all they’d done throughout the night, and glanced at Frankie over your shoulder. “That alright with you, Frankie?”

“Sounds perfect, querida,” Frankie agreed as he pulled away from you. He laughed at your groan and tapped your ass before settling into the space beside Benny. He settled with his back against the headboard and tapped his thigh. “Come here.”

Eagerly, you straddled Frankie’s lap and settled over his cock. You pressed down, eager to feel him filling you once more, and groaned as he slid back home. You knew that neither of you would last long, not when you were so worked up, but wanted to see both him and Benny as you finally came.

To your surprise, as you set a rhythm with Frankie, Benny’s hand snaked between your thighs. His thumb rubbed at your clit, eager to see you fall over the edge, and he shot you a wink when your eyes met his. “Just ‘cause you fucked me stupid doesn’t mean I’m useless, honey,” he teased, voice rough as his eyes flicked between your face and your breasts.

Your focus wavered between Frankie and Benny, eagerly glancing between them both as you barreled toward your end, but ultimately settled for tossing your head back and moaning Frankie’s name as your high hit you. Frankie followed suit, his cock pressing deeply as he released into you, and groaned your name as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

He remained there, pressed deep inside of you, as Benny lazily rubbed at your clit until you knocked his hand away with a weak glare. He shrugged, unfazed, and groaned as he pushed himself up and out of the bed. Unashamed in his nudity, he reached for the water bottles he’d grabbed before venturing to your bedroom and tossed them onto the bed before disappearing into the bathroom.

As he cleaned up himself, Frankie pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. You shared a quiet moment, smiling softly at the tender touches he pressed to your heated skin, before Benny returned and helped you off of Frankie’s lap.

“Everything you wanted, honey?” He grinned at you as he helped clean the come from your body and nodded happily when you nodded. “Good. Happy birthday, honey. We’re both staying over, by the way. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m driving home right now,” he declared as he settled back onto the bed beside you.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Benny,” you laughed, watching as Frankie followed suit and turned down the covers on his side. They tugged you between them, both caressing your skin as you settled under the covers, and you felt your heart start to race once more.

As you rested in between the two men, you wondered what this meant for the future. You’d enjoyed it more than you cared to admit, enjoyed both of them more than you cared to admit, and found your swirling with conflicting emotions. You’d never felt anything more than friendship for Benny and you weren’t sure if the sudden burst of affection you were feeling was because of the experience or if it was something you’d been ignoring for longer than you cared to admit.

Your fondness for Frankie was more obvious than ever, a warmth that settled in the pit of your stomach when his hand caressed your side even in his sleep, and made you wonder if there would ever be anything more between the two of you.

You liked the dynamic of the three of you - maybe more than you should have - but figured you’d have time to dwell on your feelings later. Though your mind was racing, your body was exhausted. You let the heavy feeling of Benny’s arm across your waist and the rhythmic rise and fall of both Benny and Frankie’s chests lull you into an uneasy sleep. 

There would be time for difficult conversations and - hopefully - a beautiful resolution later. For now, you were simply going to appreciate the remainder of your birthday gift and hope for the best.

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Author’s Note: ....yeah. Okay. That got out of hand. I’m kind of here for it, though. I dunno. I kind of like the dynamic that exists here? Between the three of them? I’ve never written pegging before so that was fun. And I lowkey love idiot bestie Benny. Okay welp. Time for me to have dinner now.

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[emeraldiis]

Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

[loveaffaire]

Listen to me… dad’s friend!Bucky + reader

Bonus points if Steve is the father of the reader jensjsks

Almost Caught

Pairing: Dad’s bestfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/tags: mentions of sex, making out, slight hair pulling, pet names (doll), age gap (reader is 21 and Bucky is… 106), Steve cameo<3, reader calls Steve ‘daddy’ but in a normal father way, obviously🧍🏻‍♀️& credits to The Amazing Spider-Man for the cocoa scene (so TASM spoilers? lol)— 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all wild, Steve is gonna beat the shit out of his old pal, Buck, if he ever found out🤠

🤍Written for my 1k sleepover🤍

You were laying on your bed and scrolling through social media when you heard your window glass sliding up, your head shot up and there he was, Bucky.

“Fuck” Bucky whispered, almost breaking the vase on your study table as he practically crawled through your window and fell on the hard floor of your room.

You giggled, eyes quickly checking for the lock on your door and making sure it was locked.

“Bucky!” You gushed, getting off the bed and walking to where Bucky was still sitting on the floor, brushing his jeans off.

“You need to tell Steve that you need a bigger, wider window” he said, slightly pouting.

“And tell him what?” You rolled your eyes, “Dad, your best friend sneaks into my room every night and it’s tough for him to get through my small window, can we please get a wider window?”

He smiled, any sign of distress leaving his face when his eyes landed on your face, “shut up”

He stood up, his 6'0" figure hovering over you as he looked down at you with a glint in his blue eyes, “come here, give me a kiss”

You instantly stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips, your lips softly pressed to his as he pulled your body closer.

You were 13 years old when you were sent to a boarding school far away from school, your parents, Steve and Natasha were too busy being Captain America and Black Widow for the country to keep you around. You were safer in the boarding school, anyway.

When you returned 5 years later, now 18 years old, you only saw Bucky once on a weekend for an Avengers get-together and then you were off to college. Three years there and then you were back home, taking a gap year for various internship opportunities.

That’s when you bumped into Bucky. Even though he's been staying in the Avengers’ compound for years, he only ever hung out with your parents or Sam or spent most of his time reading. So when you had found him in the library one day, a conversation was sparked up and since then, you were inseparable.

He was always around you, you were always around him and one day, when he got you alone in the middle of the large bookshelves in the library, he had kissed you and you happily kissed him back.

The guilt ate away at Bucky for a good few weeks, the thought of doing this to Steve made Bucky feel disgusted with himself, but every time his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help feeling like a lovesick little boy.

So here you stood, in your bedroom, 3 months later with Bucky holding you against him with his lips on yours. It was wrong but it just didn’t feel like it, sure you had to hide from everyone but that’s what made it even more exciting.

The innocent kiss turned into something a bit more steamy as he roughly pulled you up, easily picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on your study table. The second he pushed between your legs with a little force, a whimper left your mouth and just then, there was a knock on your door.

“Y/N?”

You froze when you heard your father’s voice, gripping Bucky’s henley in your hands with wide eyes but as soon as you came to your senses, you quickly pushed on his shoulders and reached for the door and Bucky quickly duked down behind the loveseat.

“Honey, do you want some cocoa, mom’s making some cocoa!”

You opened the door, just enough to stick your head out. Your breath was shaky, chest heaving up and down, “no, dad, I do not want cocoa, honestly I’m 21 years old”

You father looked at you confused but the frown on his face turned into a smirk as he said, “okay, I just thought I remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house”

You heard a soft snicker from inside your room and your eyebrows shot up, “well, that’s impractical” you shut the door but opened it again, “and fattening,” you shut the door again.

You turned back and saw Bucky with his chin resting on the top of the loveseat, “chocolate house?” he joked, tilting his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and saw your father standing there with a frown on his face once again, “sorry dad”

“It’s okay I—”

“I can’t have um cocoa right now, I’m- I’m working, I’m doing this, I’m- I have cramps!”

“Oh”

“Yes, I feel pukey and emotional, I’ve been crying—”

“Alright that’s—”

“It’s gross, I can’t have cocoa,” you gulped.

“Good good” your father shook his head, looking at the wall behind you.

“It’s brutal, you don’t wanna know” you whispered, making a gagging expression.

“Got it, that’s- I got it” your father nodded, turning around, he threw a thumbs up in the air.

“Thanks, daddy” you yelled out, shutting your door and locking it.

You rested your forehead on the door and sighed. Bucky sneaked up behind you and softly grabbed you by the waist, he kissed your exposed skin on your shoulder, his lips were warm on your skin.

“He could have caught you,” you whispered, moving away from him.

Bucky grasped your wrist, pulling you back to him and you stumbled back on his hard chest, “but he didn’t”

He leaned in, attaching his lips to yours, he softly tugged on your hair and you whimpered. As your lips fell open, he was quick to sneak his tongue inside your mouth and you moaned against his lips.

“Bucky, wait” you pulled away, shaking your head at him, “you should leave because what if dad becomes like- I don’t know- suspicious”

“But I don’t want to leave” Bucky whined like a little kid as he tugged on the hem of your tank top.

“He’ll kill you if he finds you here” you rolled your eyes at him, falling back on the bed.

“Did you know back in our days, Steve opposed 117 nations to protect me?” Bucky smirked, “he’s not gonna hurt me”

He crawled on top of you, resting his hands on either side of your shoulders. You’ve heard about the incident that broke up the Avengers a million times, Tony and your dad never stopped joking about it at the get-togethers.

“Well, back in your days, you weren’t fucking his daughter” you smirked, your eyes squinting at him.

“I haven’t fucked you” he whispered, “yet”

“It’s only been 3 months, I’ll make you wait a little more” you said, your voice smug.

“Well, I’ve still been to places… your places” he said, his voice low and filled with lust, “do you remember that time I tasted you? My pretty doll tasted so good for me—”

You pulled yourself up on your elbows, pecking his lips and shushing him. Not wanting him to see you so flushed, you rolled over with him under you now and your lips landed on his neck, you were quick to leave a pretty lovebite on him.

As you continued your work on his neck, with his head thrown back and soft moans falling out of his lips, you felt his bulge pressing between your thighs. He gripped your hips and lifted himself off the bed, desperately trying to feel you against him.

“Okay” you huffed and sat on his lap, you teased him by pushing a little harder on his bulge, “that’s enough waiting”

He quickly nodded, “3 months is a lot of waiting, yeah” his voice was shaky, neck red from the heat creeping up to his face.

“You wanna fuck me?” you whispered, nudging your face closer to his as he sat up with you still on his lap.

“So badly, doll” he said, resting his hands on your waist.

“Get to it then” you softly giggled, getting off his lap and crawling up on the bed.

You rested your back against the headboard and you removed your cotton shorts, spreading your legs wide open for Bucky to see the dampened spot on your underwear. As he looked at your face twisting in pleasure when you softly brushed your fingers over your clothed cunt, he was sure he was going to devour you tonight. He was going to absolutely wreck you.

I had to leave it at that, whatever happened after that was wild and they broke the bed so yeah🤠

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Can I request Derek Hale eating the reader out while she's on the phone and she has to try keep quiet please?

✦ pairing: derek hale x fem!reader

✦ smut warnings: semi-public sex??, teasing, oral (reader receiving), vaginal fingering.

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“Yeah, that sounds great!” You say into the phone, trying to keep your cool. You eye Derek, who kneels before you on the floor of the living room, smirking as he teases your thighs.

“Mhm,” you gulp, trying to focus on the conversation. His warm fingers wander higher and higher until they reach your panties. With you only wearing one of his shirts and panties, it is easier for him to do as he pleases.

“Yeah, well, I put on the schedule for that to be moved until—“your own sharp intake of breath cuts of you. Derek circles your clit nice and slowly, collecting your slick on his fingertips. He raises his eyebrows and nods for you to continue what you were saying.

“Sorry, yeah, um, I moved it until next week,” you cough. “Oh, I’m fine. My, um, neighbours dog likes to bark outside my front door.” Good save.

You try and press your thighs together, but Derek’s quick to spread them apart. He shuffles you out of your panties and almost instantly buries his face in your pussy. His lips wrap around your clit, his eyes never leaving yours.

“That’s exactly,” your eyes flutter closed for a brief second, “exactly what I said. Sometimes I feel like I have to email them for them to listen, ya know.”

Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling a moan as your clit throbs in Derek’s mouth. His fingers toy with your entrance before pushing two inside you. He curls them right against the spot that he knows makes you scream his name.

“Mhm,” you reply, almost moaning into the phone. “I’ll set the meeting up for Thursday and see how we go.”

Putting the phone briefly on mute, you stare at Derek, who now flicks your clit with his tongue.

“Derek, I swear— ”

“If you cum for me now, I’ll give you a bigger reward later. Trust me,” is all he says.

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[spilledkauffie]

Bingo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2.0k T/W: pure, stupid, fluff  A/N: you meet Bucky at a Bingo night ft. Yori ❤︎

it’s a little dorky, but I thought it was cute!

Setting the tables with the rectangle cards, you smiled, straightening them out. Despite what your friends thought, you actually enjoyed volunteering with the local senior Bingo games on the weekends when you could. Feeling like they were often better company and far more entertaining than going to a club. It wasn’t a very big meeting hall, but that’s what made it feel so cozy to you. Hugging yourself when you finished the tables, you stroked the outside of your arms, feeling the softness of the cardigan you wore over your tank top. Sighing happily, you made your way to the announcing host, passing a few comments, as you waited for people to find their way in.

“Hey! Hey, look!” You heard a familiar voice; turning you found Yori and his usual group making their way to their table, with one exception. Smiling you made your way to him, arms still crossed, “no, I want you to meet her,” you heard him say to his friend, making you smile.

“Hey, Yori,” you said, coming to hug him, “brought more friends?”

“I- I’m Bucky,” he reached his hand to shake yours, to which you responded, taking his hand in yours.

“Barnes,” Yori added, reaching to slap a name tag on Bucky's chest.

Bucky took a deep breath, keeping his patience, as he looked down to the tag where Yori had written ‘single’ in parentheses, “yep. . .that’s me.” 

“This- this is the one I told you about,” Yori nudged you on the elbow pointing to Bucky, only making him more nervous as he immediately looked down to Yori with a questioning look.

“Ohh,” you nodded slowly, squinting your eyes at Bucky who met your gaze again, “you mean the anti-social grumpy one who’s scared to come because he’ll lose? That one?”

“Yes! That one,” Yori bobbed on his heels happily with a smile.

“What -I’m not-”

“Well,” you tilted your head, “I hope you have a good time and perhaps win something,” Bucky smiled, “but I think you’re going to need your hand back for that.”

Jaw dropping, he looked down to find your hand still in his, “right,” he laughed nervously, letting go, “sorry, of course.” 

You laughed quietly, biting in your lip watching him look anywhere but to you, mainly keeping his head down.

“Yori, you need anything you know where I am,” you softly placed a hand to his shoulder, “Bucky,” he looked up with a half forced smile, but you waited a moment, “it was nice to meet you, I’m glad you came.”

As you turned to walk away you could hear Yori whisper, “I think she liked you.” 

Followed by a quick change of subject from his friend, “I think you should find our table.” 

And lastly, “I know where our table is, and if you can keep your eyes off her, you’d see it too.”

With a giggle to yourself, you walked up to the foldable table that had been set up for you to sit at as usual. You were alone, but you were in charge of any assistance and you kept the first, second, and third prizes hidden. It was harder than one thought to keep curious seniors from nosing around for them. 

While the night was long and you stayed quiet, you were very grateful to have a little more entertainment tonight. It seemed Yori and his friends got their own entertainment out of teasing and poking fun at Bucky, who was a true sport through it all.

“Absolutely not,” you heard Bucky say. Looking up you saw him holding his card to his chest, with Yori trying to convince him to let him take a peek at his numbers, “are those the rules of Bingo?” Bucky shook his head, but another one of Yori’s friends tried to peek from his opposite side, “Oh,” Bucky dropped his jaw, leaning even farther back in his chair to keep the card hidden against him, “a double front attack? Really guys?”

Unable to hide your smile, you kept an eye on the table, specifically Bucky. Who after giving the group a few amusements, looked over to you. Blinking softly, happy that he noticed you, you lifted your hand to wave subtly. With another half smile, that was genuine this time, he raised his hand to wave, but forgot just how far back he was leaning in his chair. Soon, you watched him vanish from sight and he found himself flat against the floor, with a wince. 

“That’s whatcha get, you punk,” Yori told him through a laugh and an assertive nod.

It wasn’t long before there was a soft murmur of quiet laughs spreading throughout the hall, as Bucky reset his chair and sat properly in it this time. He pressed his lips together tightly and avoided everyone’s eye line, but yours. Hand over your mouth, you looked mildly worried, raising your half furrowed eyebrows at him, he could tell you were asking if he was okay. To that he carefully nodded, before turning to someone else who was addressing him at the table. 

The half way break came up shortly after, and you had to help a few people. When you looked back up from your table you saw Bucky, hands in his pockets and bouncing on his heels about three people away down the small line. Leaning your head to the side to see him, it took him a moment, but when he saw you, he gave a quick smile, before being spoken to by the elderly lady in front of him.

“You’re a very handsome young man, so nice of you to come play,” she said, to which he gave a shy thank you, as she asked you for a new marker, “he’s a very handsome young man, you know,” she whispered loudly, before glancing back at him, “and she’s single you know.” 

Ducking your head, you gave a monotone, “thank you, Mrs. Kasey,” putting your hands over your face, hiding the embarrassment, you composed yourself and straightened up, “hey, what can I help with?”

“Word is you got the prizes?” Bucky perked an eyebrow and gave the most obvious wink.

Half smiling, half jaw dropping, you looked around his hip to see Yori, who was keeping a curiously careful eye on his friend, shaking your head you looked up to Bucky, “so. . .they sent you? I don’t break that easily.” You crossed your arms over your chest, playfully, keeping eye contact. 

“Well,” he shrugged, “to be honest I’d like to know what we’re playing for too, I mean what’s our motivation here? I don’t know,” you covered your mouth, hiding the smile accompanying your soft giggles, “Why are you laughing? This is serious. What is the purpose of playing Bingo if you don’t know the prizes?”

With a real laugh at how hard he was trying to convince you, “okay, alright,” you reached under the table bringing up the prize in your hand, elbow against the table as you held it up, he looked down.

“A jar of jelly beans,” Bucky nodded, bobbing his head back and forth before a confident, “okay, seems fair, what about second place?”

You held up a jar in the other hand. 

Bucky looked between you and it, “that’s- that’s just a smaller jar of jelly beans,” he lifted his shoulders as if asking ‘why?’

“These people really like their jelly beans,” you admitted, “I figure you can guess what third place is.” 

“Seriously?” he dropped his shoulders, disappointed.

“Was there something you were hoping to get instead, Mr. Barnes?” You set the jars down, resting your chin on top of your laced hands as you looked up through your eyelashes at him.

He swallowed, deciding if he wanted to say anything, he winced as if he was going to regret what he was going to say- luckily for him the announcer called everyone back to the tables. He sighed, and you leaned back in your seat as you parted ways again. The evening remained entertaining with Yori occasionally reminding everyone at the table that if Bucky wins he’d share the prize.

Towards the end of the event, Bucky was the only one at the table still in the final rounds, meaning the entire table squeezed around him, glancing at his card and intensely listening. When the last number was being called, they all had a hand on Bucky, clinging to him like it was the olympics and he was their champion. 

“Seventeen” was announced and you noticed a sudden shift in Bucky’s demeanor, even though everyone around him was ecstatic, he looked like his mind was suddenly somewhere else, until he shook his head like shaking off a bad memory and he lifted his card. He didn’t have to say it, his group was already exclaiming Bingo enough for him. He came up casually with the other two, and you handed each of them a jar of jelly beans.

Bucky gave a ‘thank you,’ and took his back, but it was gone before he could even offer it to anyone.

“What’s the joke?” Yori held out the jar back to Bucky swiftly, “I can’t open it.” 

Smiling, Bucky popped open the jar in no time and immediately it was out of his hands again. 

“Congratulations,” you said behind him, making him turn around, he saw you had your jacket in your arms and purse over your shoulder, “I hope I’ll see you next month?” “Next month?” He tilted his head, “I thought it was weekly?”

“Volunteer rotations shift,” you explained, gesturing your hand in a circle, “I won’t be back until next month since we’ve got new volunteers.”

“Oh,” he nodded and there was silence.

“Anyway, I hope I’ll see you around,” you waved to him and to Yori as you left, pushing in the door’s brace open.

As it shut, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, with a sigh, still watching the door.

“Go,” Yori said next to him and waved him away, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Bucky took a moment to consider it, “take the bus okay? I don’t want you guys-”

“Yes, yes, we will,” Yori said, already turning back to his friends.

Smiling towards them, he started a jog for the door, exiting, he looked to find you. Already on the sidewalk, he met up with you. Obviously causing you to stop in your tracks and wait when you heard him.

“Hey, um-” he looked around, “can I walk you home?”

“Sure,” you nodded, smiling.

There wasn’t a terrible amount of conversation, but you liked his company and didn’t want him to feel like he had to talk.

“I think it’s really sweet what you’re doing, what you did tonight” you said, looking straight ahead, even though you knew he was looking at you, “there hasn’t been that much laughter in a very long time,” you exhaled sadly, “most of them spent five years alone, or missing out on seeing their grandkids grow up. I was so happy to see their smiles.”

“And what about you?”

You finally turned to him, “I was here, alone” looking down, you laughed, “then again I was alone before, so. . .” you bit in your lower lip, wincing “that sounded so pathetic.” 

This time he laughed with you, “no,” he shook his head, “I know how alone feels.”

Stopping on the sidewalk, you exchanged glances, “well, this is me,” you pointed up to your apartment building.

“Right, okay,” he breathed nervously.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, walking towards the steps.

“Yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “hey, do you- would you want to get dinner?”

“Finally,” you giggled, before turning back to him, “it took you four blocks to ask!” He gave a shocked expression, only making you smile bigger, “I’m free Sunday, meet you right here at six?”

“Okay,” he said happily, “it’s a date then.”

“Perfect,” you squeezed your arms, hugging yourself.

He swallowed harshly, before taking a step closer and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, sweetly. When he pulled back, he looked slightly nervous, as if that was the wrong thing to do.

“You missed,” you batted your eyelashes, with a soft smile.

Bucky took a second, unsure if you were serious, either way he took his chances and met your lips with his. Somehow this one took you by more surprise, causing you to move your hands against his chest, holding on to his jacket, until he pulled back.

“Bingo,” you whispered.

[iris-ren]

ice cream

hange x reader request

thank you for the request @addiesshrooms hope u enjoy x

tags: soft dom! hange // fwb relationship// some general car smutt

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you stared down at your cup of half melted ice cream, not knowing how to continue the already awkward conversation. you and hange were friends with benefits, nothing more nothing less. this is something you both knew but, when they offered to go on a ice cream date for a change you couldn’t say no.

the two of you would typically only hang out at hange’s place, though there wasn’t much ‘hanging out’ going on, unless being fucked raw by hange’s strap could be considered hanging out. having casual sex was the farthest your friendship reached, so you felt quite surprised when they brought up doing something that involved going out in public together.

internally, you began to question if this date was a good idea. the two of you knew each other's body all too well, but sitting in the ice cream shop you realized that neither one of you knew each other beyond the realm of physical intimacy.

hange tried to think of anything to say, feeling uncomfortable sitting in silence, “you know a lot of people think it’s not possible to split an atom! hah! but what they don’t know is that it is very possible. ya’ ever heard of nuclear fission?”

you shifted in your seat slightly, not understanding the question, “um.. no i don’t think i have.” you tried to shoot them an apologetic smile.

hange let out an exhausted breath, “fuck this, i give up.”

your eyes went wide at the change in their demeanor, not knowing what to say.

hange reached for your hand as they stood, “get up, i’m fucking you in the car.”

you felt excitement bubble in your stomach as they quickly guided you out of the shop.

hange quickly opened the back seat of their vehicle, shoving you inside. you squeaked as you landed on the soft seats. not wasting a moment, hange quickly moved between your legs working your pants off your body.

leaning down just inches away from your mouth hange smiled teasingly, “maybe we should have started with this and got the ice cream after.”

you laughed as you craned your head up to theirs, initiating the kiss you have been waiting for all evening. the kiss was softer than usual, hange took their time, savouring the taste of your mouth as they reached up palming your still clothed breast.

hange broke away from your mouth, your lips were already swollen from the tantalizing kiss.

“let’s get rid of this, yeah?” they said as they pulled your top over your head. you were so grateful that you decided to go braless today. your nipples immediately began to pebble when coming into contact with the cool air inside the vehicle.

“mmm.. yeah, we definitely should’ve started with this.” they said as they leaned over your body once more, immediately rolling one nipple between their fingers and taking the other into their mouth.

your back arched, as hange elicited pure pleasure from your body.

you sighed when their fingers quit their tender ministrations on your nipple. hange teased you by slowly grazing their fingers down your stomach, and circling the outer lips of your pussy.

you instinctively bucked your hips forward, your cunt already in desperate need of attention.

“so needy..” hange teased as they finally granted you your wish. using one thumb to work circles on your already swollen clit, while the other hand was being put to work by pumping deep inside you with two fingers.

your whole body sang in pleasure,“ohh.. fuck.”

hange looked down upon your body feeling pleased with themselves as you came undone on their fingers, “yeah?.. feels good huh baby?” you could only nod in response, not being able to form words.

hange changed rhythm, they began to curl their fingers to tap your g-spot in a ‘come here’ motion.

“ah! that’s it, right there!” you screamed as heat pooled in your lower belly.

hange’s voice was full of lust as they spoke, “that’s is baby, want you to cum all over my fingers, ‘kay?” you wailed as your orgasm began to roll through you, causing your cunt to latch onto hange’s fingers tightly.

hange let you ride out your orgasm as they placed a kiss on your forehead.

when you finally caught your breath, hange looked at you playfully, “so should we try getting ice cream again?”

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