#i haven't been posting in a while but i'm back and ready for action

[mids-dumbbrain]

Mktober day 9: Reboot

Best Scorpion design, imo

[bluetimeombre]

˚ · . Nothing fucks with my baby, ˚ · .

You are Hugh's young controversial girlfriend

[FINALLY! it's here, I have kept you all waiting, I hope I haven't disappointed! I said in the other posts that I wasn't gonna do much smut but I think I went more than even I thought. Got me blushing and kicking my feet. I hope you enjoy, I'm still riding this Hugh train (want to be riding him) who said that?]

warnings: older man! younger reader! fem!reader. Not proof read. Smut! Penetration, riding, oral (both receiving) praise kink,

Only a bed separated you and Hugh.

"Ok, so we're gonna pick it up from where we left it last time," said the director. "Get ready."

Hugh was in black clad trousers, shirtless, 'sweat' that was really water sprayed. His hair was already messy, perfectly so as if you'd been running your hands through it.

You still had a robe on, your makeup artist touching the highlight to be 'sweat' while Hugh watches every sway of the brush on your cheeks.

The scene was this: Hugh's character seduces yours. Well, there was seduction on both ends, characters or not. It was the first kiss, the first sex scene, the first true intimacy between your two characters. It was hot, heavy, sensual and loving. It was supposed to be all gripping hands and racing pulses, moving bodes and fumbling lips.

But it was the first kiss scene you'd share with Hugh. There'd be plenty more to come, but the director thought it would capture the true emotions of your characters to get it first try.

"Yummy," whispered your makeup artist in your ear as she leant over, slowly un-doing the ties of your robe.

"Play nice," you mutter to her.

"You don't," she winked before parting with your robe, leaving you in your silk nightgown that fell mid-thigh.

Hugh gulped, his eyes raking over you as you smiled. Your nerves were sky high, but Hugh seemed already in character.

He played the groundskeeper in 1930's Britain, best friend of your 'father', playing blackmail and seducing his daughter. You. And boy was it easy for Hugh Jackman to seduce you.

The cast and crew had been great at making the both of you comfortable and you'd all been for dinners, lunch's, cast parties, yoga sessions. They'd done everything to make it comfortable. And it had worked. You and Hugh got on like a house on fire, always around, always laughing. But there were the lingering looks once the laughter died, or the 'goodnights' that lasted longer than appropriate, and the touches, the constant excuse for it.

Maybe it was because you were young, alluring to a man not long divorced from an almost thirty year marriage. Maybe it was because he was everything you ever wanted, but you had a feeling lines were going to be crossed. The pit in your stomach was either dread... or desire.

"Right, all set?" the director asked.

Hugh smiled, patted his thighs and nodded.

You flashed a smile too but wiped your palms down your dress, un-knowingly shuffling it on your chest.

Hugh caught the movement and gulped. He was screwed.

"Action!"

You watched as Hugh, in character, stalked toward you. As scripted, you took a step back, hitting the bedpost but kept his gaze. You were a headstrong character, and you could do that, even if your knees felt weak.

"You er, get dressed for me, pretty girl?" he asked. He slipped his fingers through the strap, fingers caressing your skin.

Your shiver wasn't scripted and as Hugh's eyes flickered to your own, you wondered if he knew that. "You should go."

"Your pa's not home."

"My mother is," you whispered, standing taller on the bed post as if you weren't afraid.

He smirked and dragged the strap down until he could see your bare shoulder. His eyes flickered back up to yours. "Wendy's a nice woman. She doesn't expect much."

A furrow in your brows, as planned. "How dare you-"

Hugh kissed you with such force your head came back to hit the bedpost but his hand was already cupping the back of your head, easing the thump as he pressed you against it.

It wasn't scripted.

His lips were as soft as they looked, mixed with the gruffness of his stubbly beard that dragged over your chin as he dived into you like a man starved of breath. You obeyed his every move, every tilt of his head you followed.

His teeth sunk into your lip and your gasped. His tongue dipped in, meeting yours gently asking for permission.

You grabbed his cheeks, drawing back enough to get a look at him. There was a wild frenzy in his eyes causing them to go darker, but beneath that you saw his concern, his worry that he'd gone to far.

Whether this was acting or not, you didn't care.

You drew him back in, lips smacking as passion pulled both your strings. He groaned as you obeyed him, body flattening against yours.

His hands raked down your shoulders, taking the straps with you as you gasp and shiver. The gown wasn't supposed to come off but at that rate, you didn't care if it slipped a little. Hugh's hands moved down your sides, to your hips, gripping the material and bunching it.

"You," he gasped against your lips.

He met your gaze and you smirked, challenging him. Luckily, it could all work in character.

You had no knickers or anything on. It was all to easy to see the line in the dress if you did.

Hugh groaned and brought your head back to his, tongue wasting no time in sweeping into your mouth, tasting every corner and marking it as your own.

He spun you around until he was against the bed, his knees buckling and falling, you in his lap.

He groaned into your mouth, loud enough for the microphone above you to hear. Your lips paused on his, hands crawling into his hair as you felt it.

He was hard, so incredibly hard.

Hugh's eyes were scrunched shut as you backed away a fraction, his tongue licking at his lips for a taste of you. Your hair was starting to stick to your head from real sweat.

His trousers were pulled over his crotch, highlighting the size of him as your mouth watered and your thighs tightened on him. His gaze was hooded as he watched you in silent awe.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you pressed yourself against him, feeling every ridge through the tiny fabric of your nightgown. God, he couple feel every warmth of you. How much you wanted him.

He pecked your lips and brought your bottom lip out with his teeth. From the cameras and the lights and the amount of people in the room, the sweat on the two of you started to be real, mixed with your pants and soft moans that weren't necessary for the scene but needed to pass between the two of you.

Your fingers dug into the back of his shoulders as your rocked yourself onto him, grinding onto his clothed crotch to feel something.

Hugh kept one hand on the back of your neck, occasionally drifting into your hair and tugging with every rock of your hips.

You wondered if the director would ever call cut and you hoped he never would. If it all ended here. Your only consoling thought was the amount of intimacy scene's you and Hugh would have to share together.

He grabbed you and rolled you over as planned until you were flat, chest heaving with breaths and he was kneeling over you. His hands went to his belt, twiddling to undo it.

In a frenzy of passion, your hands reached out to help, grazing his bulge. He watched you as he finally un did the belt and your nails scraped down his thighs.

Hugh loomed over you, grinding down into your cunt until he could feel how wet you were, his lips coming to your shoulder. He didn't have to bite, but he seemed satisfied with it.

"Cut!" called the director.

Your hands halted where they were in his hair and Hugh fell against you, caging you to the bed as you both panted.

"Well done, guys, that was great, you got it over and done with. Now for the rest of them, but that'll come gradual," said the director as both Hugh's and your team came to the bed.

Still, neither of you moved.

"Gradual, yeah," you panted, your hands still stroking back Hugh's hair until you realised what you were doing.

Hugh kissed your shoulder once before rolling from you and taking the robe offered to him. You took things slower, knees weak at just the memory of him.

You took the robe and wrapped yourself up.

Hugh glanced back at you, not once, twice.

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You’d thought about it all day. Even as you half-heartedly did the rest of the scenes for the day. Your head was only half on set, the other half focused on the feel of Hugh under you.

In your trailer that night you played your music, gripping your hair in one hand and riding your hand with the other, trying to re-make the magic of feeling him under you.

God, how wrong it was. He was your costar. Old enough to be your father and your celebrity crush for god knows how long. You couldn’t be with him even if you wanted to, he’d probably leave the project if he knew how you’d watched every semi pornographic scene with him in it just to get yourself off.

The knock on your trailer altered you.

Quickly you pushed yourself from bed and wiped your fingers on your shorts, rushing to answer the door.

Hugh’s hands were braced on either side of your trailer door, panting as if he’d ran a matharon before turning up at your step.

“Hugh,” you smiled, desperate to act casual. “What’s up?”

He sighed, staring at you dreamily. He didn’t wait for an invite in. “I thought we could practice, some more.”

You looked up at him. You must have looked a mess, flushed cheeks and devilish hair, but he didn’t look much better. He was in a casual top, black sweatpants low on his v-line.

Daring to peak, you could see the indent. He was still hard.

Your thighs clenched in together from the overwhelming heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You sat next to Hugh on the sofa where you’d left your last script. Your thigh against his, his finger grazing your knee.

You cleared your throat, trying to read when all you could do was bask in every little touch from him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” said Hugh. His eyes were on you, script forgotten.

Glancing from him to the script, you flicked a page. “I don’t- where does it say-”

With a rough hand, he tilted your jaw to him until your lips were a hairs breath away. His tongue flicked out, darting over your lips, begging. “Honey, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You gulped, mouth opening for breath or for him, you couldn’t tell which was more important. A hand crept up to cradle the back of his head. “I can’t tell if we’re practicing or not, Hugh.”

His head rested against yours as he moved it side to side. “Whatever gets you to fall in love with me.”

His eyes met yours.

“As if you even have to try.”

Your lips were soft and mouth wide as you received him, tongue gracing his mouth as he grabbed your hips to pull you on top of him, the script crinkling between the two of you. Your hands were in his hair, grown longer for the part, then raking down his neck then over his shirt until you were gripping it in your hands, pulling him closer to you while you lost air.

Hugh pulled back enough to kiss your jaw, biting at the skin.

“Is this-“ you gasped, holding onto his shoulders. Your thoughts weren’t working, nothing was. All you could think was him, his hands on your hips.

Hugh's lips reluctantly dragged away from your skin, as if he'd die to be parted. "Is it what baby?" when he saw your concern, his desire dimmed. All he wanted was for you to be alright. "Tell me," he brushed back your hair, thumb pulling down your bottom lip, after all, he still needed you like you might die tomorrow.

You sat back on his lap, trying to distract yourself from the dampness in your pants. "Is this real?"

"Doesn't it feel real to you?" he laughed, rocking himself into you.

"Is this Hugh?" you whispered, "or just your character."

His eyes softened. Hugh cradled your cheeks, holding you to look at him. "This is me and you, honey. I-I know this all seems sudden, and we can stop if you want-"

"I'm not saying that," you quickly cut him off as he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your neck. You wanted him, even if it meant heartbreak for you later.

He pulled back and looked up at you. "This is me wanting you. As y/n. As whatever you will give me. As my love, as my baby. As- as everything i've been thinking about for months. As everything I've been waiting for, baby," his thumb smoothed over your cheekbones as you nuzzled into his palms. "If i've made you feel like i'm using you i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, but this is real to me."

You glance up at him. Your lips press a kiss into his palm as you hold his hand to you. "Good," you mutter. You adjust yourself, settling down on his lap again until his clothed erection is begging for your wetness. "Because this is real to me too."

Hugh growled and kissed you, all tongue and teeth as he sort to get every piece of you in one. His arms, strong and large, wrapped around your back and held you into him until even when you pulled away to breathe, your breath was full of him.

With his strength, he pushed you down on your sofa, throwing the script behind him and pulling your legs until they were thrown on either side of his hips. He was lucky you were still in costume, your dress riding up to reveal your white panties, with a damp spot.

Hugh lied down, looking at your pussy as his one hand held down your hips, the other crawling up your chest to squeeze your breasts. "This real? This all for me, honey?"

"Yes," you gasp, running your hands through his hair as his salt and pepper beard scraped your thighs.

"You want me?"

"Yes, Hugh."

"How badly?"

"So, so badly," you whisper, eyes shut as his breath fans where you need him most. "Please baby, please."

He kissed over your panties. "So polite, honey. So good for me." He licked a stripe up, letting his tongue swirl over your clit.

Your back arches. As he repeated the motion before hooking his fingers through the band and slowly- agonisingly slowly- pulling down your panties and the scrunching them up in his hand.

He moaned at the sight of you dripping before him. How he had you panting by the smallest touches. You were his to touch. To ruin. To taint with him and only him. "Thought about this cunt of yours more than should be allowed."

You chuckle, propping yourself up to indulge in the sinful image of him between your thighs. "Yeah? Thought about it too."

"Tell me," he said. His eyes were on yours as he peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs, fingers indented into your flesh.

You moan, eyes fluttering shut. You think of every crude images you'd conjured in your mind. Him suffocating between your thighs, you sitting on his face, riding that perfect arched nose. Your mouth stuffed with his cock as he eats you out. Riding him. Up against a wall. Every filthy thing, you wanted to do with him. "Thought about your tongue, your cock, fingers, nose."

He laughed, glancing up at you. "My nose, huh?"

You chuckle with him, falling back and throwing your arms over your face. The laughter catches in your throat when you feel his tongue dive into your folds, the warmth spreading. You moan, legs going to close if it weren't for Hugh tapping them.

"Keep them open baby," his voice was rough in demand as he focused on you. On tasting you, on spreading your folds with his fingers- sliding them in and out to get a feel, as he shoved his tongue in depths you didn't know he could.

You bite down on the back of your hand, but your cry is barley muffled. "Fuck, baby."

Hugh eats you like he's starved man. He moans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body that he receive gladly. It goes through him like you're one person. He finds himself grinding down on the sofa like a teenage boy. That's what you're doing to him, making him focus on you and not cumming before stuffing you with him.

"Hugh, I'm-" you mutter all too quickly.

"God, can't wait to taste you cum on my tongue, honey," he said. "You want my nose huh?" He stuffs his face into your pussy, tongue flicking up and down your folds as he nudges his nose on your clit repeatedly until he has your thighs shaking.

"Hugh!" you moan, holding onto his shoulder to stabilise yourself.

Hugh slides his fingers into you, using your wetness to his advantage as he continues to work you with his tongue. He slobbers, spitting down your folds and fingers as he works it into you, groaning at the sight. "Can't wait to feel this around me. God, I wanted you on my cock so bad, with the camera's watching, with the crew. Want them all to know an old man like me can have you falling in love."

"Always," you gasp, focusing on the warmth in your stomach and Hugh's fingers curling inside of you. "Want you to take me. Use me. Have me."

Hugh flattens himself against your sofa, groaning, eyes rolling in the back of his head like it's your mouth warm against is cock. He grips your hand that was on his shoulder and holds it until his fingers bleach white from the grip. He rests it on your sternum, looking up at you.

Wisps of your hair stick to your forehead, your chest spilling out the dress and rising and falling as your body trembles. You hold his hand just as tight, if not, tighter.

"Cum on my lips baby, please," he begged. "Want to taste you. Want to make you cum."

It took little more encouragement from you before you came on his tongue, gasping and grasping as you did. Hugh ate it up, licking the mess from your pussy and your lips. It has him quivering and knowing he'll need this taste every day just to keep him sane.

"Hugh?"

He glances back up at you. Your pink cheeks and wide eyes. He grins, licking his lips and wiping your juice from the corner of his lips and licking it from his fingers as he crawls back over you. He nudges his nose against yours and grins at your smile. "That was amazing."

"You're saying it like you just had the best orgasm of your life," you laugh.

His brows rose. "Best orgasm of your life, huh? I can give you plenty more where that came from?"

You smirk, running your hand from his chest to between his legs, rubbing your hand over his dick that trembles at your touch. Satisfaction gnaws at you as you watch his eyes shut and jaw clench.

"Baby, almost had me cumming in my pants like a teenager," he chuckled, shakily.

You tut, sitting up to have better access to his lap. "Can't be having that."

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That's how the rest of the months of filming were spent.

At first, the two of you agreed to take it slow. Little dinner dates, grabbing coffee together and walks in the local parks. Luckily it was known you were filming together and the paps weren't too fussed.

You tried to take it slow, but the sex was anything but.

In the mornings when you were inevitably in the make up chair first thing- as the star of the movie- Hugh would join you, passing you your coffee order and breakfast before taking a seat next to you and chatting away with you and the make-up artists. Even if he wasn't shooting that day, he was there. On the dot. Every day.

Your team of people smirked knowingly even if neither of you confirmed it. But the stolen stares and kind offerings were enough. Surprisingly, nobody warned him about being with one so young and neither you him much older as he was.

Because everyone knew it was true, real love. Because first, it came from friendship.

He helped you with scenes when you asked, helping the emotions play out. Even you gave him new perspectives of looking and taking om scenes. It was refreshing. Life with you was refreshing.

The more intimate scene's became harder, oddly enough. Because you'd get to into it, the director yelling cut several times to tear your bodies from each other. Then, when you were alone at night, you jumped on Hugh, climbing him like a tree.

Sometimes you couldn't wait till night and dragged him into your dressing room, sliding down to your knees and un-doing his belt.

"Eager?" he'd tease.

You wouldn't justify him with an answer. Your hands messaging his balls and tongue licking up his cock until you had him down your throat or stuffed in your cheeks was enough for him.

At the end, you had to stop reading scripts with Hugh as his glasses perched on his nose was too much for you.

Enough times he knew that and would eat you out wearing them. And only them. You'd watch the lenses steam up as he licked and moaned in you until you were cumming over his chin, sometimes landing on his glasses.

"Honey, you're too much," he grinned and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Dinner nights after long days always ended up with your foot gently trailing up his leg in his dress pants, his hand gripping your ankle as it inched closer to his cock, finger running circles.

Hugh would have to park in the dark and pull you onto his cock, ruining your dazzling dress and tearing the seams of his trousers to have his cock free and nuzzled into you.

One of your breasts was in his mouth as you rode him, his arm wrapped around your waist and helping you move. His cock warm and throbbing inside of you.

"Oh baby," he moaned around your breast, teeth pinching at your nipple. "Grip me like a dream."

His hand gripped your ass, pushing you and pushing you, throwing his head back and groaning out as the car rocked form your hard movements. It didn't matter how many times either of you had each other, it was a constant need never satisfied. You breathed new life into him and he wanted to use it all on you.

"Hugh, I need you!" you whined out even as his cock was deep in you.

But he got it. Because it wasn't enough for him. "I know, baby, I know!" he lurched forward and kissed you as you grabbed his cheek, keeping him there. Your tongues fought as you tried to catch your breath, bouncing on his cock. He growled. You whimpered.

"Fuck me, Hugh," you told him, biting down on his earlobe as you cuddled into him, bouncing on his dick as fast as you could to reach your third high that night.

"Shit, just there- right there!" he held your hips down as his cum spluttered into you, him growling and moaning out your name like prayer. Nobody in the world had been so devoted to something like Hugh was to you.

And the balance was perfect. The next night Hugh would join you in your trailer- where most your times were spent. You were curled into his side as he was shirtless, reading. Those annoyingly attractive glasses still there as he laughed at some parts of the book and you'd ask what it had said and he'd explain it to you while his fingers twirled strands of your hair.

The next day you'd be attached to him all day, lips forming as one as the camera rolled and the director gave you pointers. It was a scene of the two of you in the garden. Both indecent (although of course following Hollywood guidelines) Hugh didn't even let you up from his lap, instead holding you there as you both acted professional and took the director's words. You could fuck him, love him and work with him all you needed.

That night, Hugh would have you on the floor of his trailer, the two of you hardly making it through the door before he had his cock in your mouth, stirring you with his hands in your hair.

"Did so good today, my good girl, working so hard for everyone," he groaned as you chocked around his cock.

You took him deep and took him out, spitting over his cock and working him with your hand. "So big," you mumbled, drunk on having him. You sucked one of his balls into your mouth, devoting attention to both of them.

"Oh, fuck, y/n, you're gonna be the death of me. God, I just know you wanted to ride me with everyone watching, could feel how wet you were."

You take his cum down your throat, licking every last drop before you both fall asleep in his bed to film together the next day.

You both walk on set, laughing, smiling, with coffee in hands and every on set watches and smirks cause they know. Maybe they don't know all the filthy things you get up to, but they can see it's more than just another hollywood controversial talk.

But Hugh is in love with you.

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DM - Chilchuck Tims x Reader 🍋 - Logical Next Step

Kinktober 2024 - XI

Size difference + Breeding

Summary: Realizing he's getting up there in age, Chilchuck decides to settle down again for his remaining years. After taking you as his second wife, he finds himself missing a home filled with the pattering of little feet.

Warnings: Breeding, unprotected sex, creampie, tallman!reader, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!Chilchuck, married/pre-established relationship, post-canon, language

Chilchuck would never have claimed to have had the perfect life, nor would he have claimed that that wasn't his own fault. He knew in his heart that he was the reason his marriage fell apart, why he was estranged from his children, why he was living paycheck to paycheck. As he aged and fell into life with the Touden party, he thought he was comfortable with spending the rest of his life dungeon-delving. That was until he met you.

You had joined the party shortly after Senshi had, during their search for Falin and the Red Dragon, and the half-foot was quietly amazed at your way of operating. You were a fair bit younger than him, around Laios's age, but you were so mature, so cool under pressure. You had a way of saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time to calm everyone's nerves. Chilchuck couldn't count how many times you'd soothed Marcille when she got anxious, or came between himself and Laios when he was ready to come to blows.

"Hey, we're all tired and frustrated. Let's cool off, yeah?" You'd say, your hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him patiently. After which, you'd lead him away to the other side of camp and offer him space or company. And you always respected any decision he made.

That was why, after the journey to save Falin was completed, Chilchuck took his savings, bought himself a cottage and a stop, and decided to settle down. With what little he had left, he bought a modest ring with a genuine pearl and approached you at Laios's dinner party.

"H-Hey, (Y/N), c'mere." Hey stammered as he passed you, everyone else preoccupied. Popping the question here, especially with his daughters in attendance was risky for sure, but he just couldn't wait. You followed him over to the corned, watching on curiously as he fidgeted with something in his pocket. "I know we haven't known each other long, and we've only been together for a little while..."

Tears instantly pricked your eyes and you gasped, covering your mouth, guessing what came next. "But I'm not gettin' any younger." He continued. " I never thought I'd find myself looking to get tied down again but..." He sighed, frustrated that he was losing words- he was stalling.

"Go ahead," You smiled patiently, sinking to your knees to be on his level. You didn't miss the way his eyes wet at your action, and he mirrored it, kneeling on his left knee.

"R-Right," He laughed nervously, clearing his throat. " I thought I had it all figured out, that domestic life just wasn't for me but- (Y/N), I wanna try it again. With you." By this time, he'd pulled the silver band out of his pocket. He didn't have an ornate box with silk lining, he just pinched it between his fingers as he offered it to you. "You've singlehandedly changed my entire outlook on life, and I'm tired of wasting the last little bit of my life doing odd jobs, sleeping on a bedroll by myself."

Suddenly, there was a chorus of squeals from the dinner table, and Chilchuck grimaced. Looking over his shoulder, you could see his two younger daughters, as well as Marcille, fawning over the sight. You giggled a bit as a crowd formed around him, pinning you both into the corner. He began to sweat, irritated that his moment has been ruined. "Can't you all screw off for five minutes?" He scolded, face red.

"Chilchuck," You smiled fondly, placing your hand on his shoulder. "What did you want to ask me?"

His attention instantly snapped back to you, the tips of his ears hot from his daughters excitedly cheering him on. "W-Will uh..." He swallows nervously, nodding to the ring. " Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I thought you'd never ask!"

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You hummed softly, stirring a large cast iron pot filled with Autumn vegetables and broth. Beside you, your youngest step-daughter set the dinner table. "Your father and sister should be home soon," You mentioned casually.

"I wonder how business went today," Puckpatti replied, fluffing the bouquet of flowers in the center of the table.

"I'm sure it went well, those two are the best lockpicks around!" Flertom chirped from the sink, washing up the dishes you'd used.

You and Chilchuck had been married for about a month and today was the first day that his new shop would be open. To celebrate, you and the girls planned a dinner to surprise him. You couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest, truly part of the family. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

Just as you turned off the heat of the stove, the front door opened, and you could hear a jovial conversation and a pair of boots hitting the floor near the entrance. "Hon, we're home- oh!"

Chilchuck couldn't keep a straight face as he stepped into the kitchen, finding his lovely wife and beautiful daughters standing around the table, waiting for him. "What's all this?"

You smiled bashfully, setting the pot down on the table, plaid oven mitts still covering your hands. "We made dinner to celebrate the shop opening today!" Flertom cheered, pressing into his side for a hug.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Puckpatti added, mirroring her sister on his other side. Their father glanced back over his shoulder to his eldest daughter, who smiled back at him smugly.

"Did you know about this, Mei?" He asked with a smirk. She simply nodded, uncrossing her arms and patting his back.

You watched the moment fondly, feeling a bit awkward to be outside of it. Shyly, you turned away to the oven, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread. "Don't think I forgot about you," Your husband's flirtatious voice called, startlingly close. You nearly jumped, feeling his arms wrap around your hips, pressing a kiss to your tummy as you sat the bread down. The girls grimaced at the display. "Oh, grow up," Chilchuck groaned, taking his seat, and prompting you to sit beside him. "When you get spouses that are twice your height, you'll understand!" He huffed, crossing his arms before pausing. "Wait, scratch that, none of you are allowed to get married!"

The night went smoothly, filled with laughter, joy, and praise for your squash stew. As the stars came out, one by one, the girls all began to leave, each tired and heading to their respective homes. Once it was just the pair of you left, you stood up, beginning to clear the table. "Hey, lemme help with that." Your husband smiled, standing up with you and carrying the rest of the dishes to the sink.

You thanked him, rolling up your sleeves to begin washing them, plunging your hands into the wrist-deep sink of bubbles. "How was work, dear?" You asked softly as his arms found their way around your waist again.

"It was great, we were way busier than I thought we'd be." He mused, resting his head against the small of your back. "Mei's so skill now, she might actually be a better locksmith than me. Don't tell her I said that, though."

You giggled in response. "She's a carbon copy of you, of course she's skilled. She learned from the best."

"Patti and Fler seem pretty fond of you." He mentioned, partying from you and heading over to the cabinet, taking a bottle of ale from it.

"I'm pretty fond of them too," You laughed. "They're sweet girls. So is Mei."

"Yeah, you're right, couldn't ask for better kids." Chilchuck smiled softly, uncorking the bottle. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask... are we gonna have kids?" The question caught you so off guard, you dropped a bowl into the sudsy sink, shattering it. "I didn't mean to startle you, I'm sorry."

Concerned, he stepped up onto a stool, pulling your hands away from the sink as you tried to dip them back in, apologizing relentlessly. "Hey, it's okay, really. Let me," You watched as he carefully dug out the drain stop, revealing the rest of the dishes and broken glass, before picking it out into a towel. "You okay?" He asked, setting the towel to the side. "Listen, I'Il fix this tomorrow after work, m'kay? No harm, no foul."

You soften at his comforting words, nodding. Ever the worrier, his concerned eyes stayed trained on you. "You look a bit flushed, why don't you go rest? I'll finish up."

-----

Your hands wouldn't stop trembling as you undressed for bed, his words echoing in your head. Where the two of you going to have kids? He didn't want more kids, did he? Could the two of you even have kids, being different species? What would they look like? How would that even work?

Your mind raced with questions and visions of how he might go about impregnating you, considering the vast difference in your stature. Sure, you'd been intimate before, but when you imagined how a man would breed his wife, it tended to look a bit different than what you were used to with him.

Nevermind all that- did he want to have more kids with you?

As you slid into bed, you tried to immerse yourself in a book to calm your nerves, but just as you found your place, the bedroom door opened. "Are you upset at me, hun?" Chilchuck's voice was a bit more timid than usual and laced with worry. "I'm sorry I asked about having kids, it was dumb-"

"Do... you want to have more kids?" You interrupted him, voice quaking a bit.

"I wanna do whatever you wanna do." He answered, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

You search his eyes for sincerity. "So do I, so you tell me first."

"Well..." He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I wouldn't mind. Kinda miss when the girls were little." He admitted with a sheepish smile. "Is that weird? Am I too old to be havin' kids?"

"No," you replied with a warm smile. "I don't think so, not at all."

"Would you... maybe wanna?" He asked with a nervous laugh, much like how he acted the day he proposed. "You wanna be a mama?"

Your cheeks heated up exponentially and you hid your face, save for your eyes with your book. "I-I... I-" You stammered, unable to find the correct words. Eventually, you simply nodded. Chilchuck's sheepish expression turned smug as he began crawling closer.

"Need you to tell me with words, hun." He cooed, straddling your lap. "Tell me you wanna have my baby."

"I-I want to..." You swallowed hard. "Have your b-baby." As a reward for your obedience, he pulled you close, tilting your chin up as he began peppering kisses up and down your throat. "M-My love, what are you...?"

"Givin' my pretty wife a baby."

-----

"G-Gods, Chil," You cooed, your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, hips rolling into yours at a slow but firm pace. His hands cupped the back of your knees, pressing them into your collarbone, folding you beneath him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He rasped, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto your tummy. "Didn't think a guy like me could fold a girl like you? I'm stronger than I look." His brows furrowed, a cocky grin splitting his flushed face. "Not gonna lie, ain't never bred a woman bigger than me, but-" He laughed confidently, suddenly slamming his hips into yours, making you see stars. "Won't let that stop me from fuckin' a baby into this pretty little thing."

You had always known Chilchuck had a foul mouth, but you'd never heard anything like this from his lips. You felt a bit silly for worrying about how this would go, he was so stubborn, you should have known he'd find a way. Still, it made your tummy churn how he could be half your size and still dominate you so completely. He had you wrapped around his finger and you both knew it.

"That's it, pretty, just lay back," He soothed smugly, pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Let your big, strong husband take care of everything," You could practically see his ego inflate with his self-praise, breath falling out in ragged chuckles. "How does it feel getting pinned by a half-foot?"

"F-Feels good..." You whimpered, drool dripping down the side of your cheek as his tip endlessly nudged against that special spot, which he seemed to know exactly how to locate.

"What's that? Couldn't hear ya?" He teased, hips pistoning into yours with renewed vigor. "Tell me louder, mama."

"Chil, it f-feels so good," You moaned a bit louder, eyes squeezed tight, trembling under him.

"What feels good?" He laughed cruelly, his nails digging into the meat of the back of your thighs in his daze. "Be specific, babe."

"I-I feels so good to be under you like this..." You admitted shyly, overwhelmed tears welling in your eyes. Chilchuck groaned at your words, drunk off of your pretty, pouty, flustered expression.

"That's my girl," He grinned, doubling his efforts, reaching down to press his thumb to your clit, rubbing in rough circles with experienced ease. "Big surprises come in small packages, or however the saying goes."

"Chil, ahh-" You whined, feeling that familiar knot in your tummy tightens at his doubled efforts. "P-Please, make me a mommy..."

Your eager begging made his breath hitch and his pace faltered a bit. "Shit, pretty, so desperate to carry my baby, huh?" He grunted, thrusts changing to a more insistent pattern. "That's okay, I can't wait to be a daddy again."

You knew his last words would do you in, the knot in your belly snapping taut within seconds of hearing it. You couldn't hold back the needy pleading that spilled from your throat, clamping down on him as you rolled your hips into his, riding out. "A-Ahh, Chil! I love you so much!"

He let out a choked groan, sent over the edge by your constriction and loving declaration. "Oh fuck," He hissed, hips sputtering as that warm, gooey feeling enveloped his sensitive member. "Fuckin' milk it, mama." He muttered, folding against you, nestling his face between your breasts. "Shit, love love you like crazy."

Your chest heaved as you both lay there, revelling in the moment. After a bit, you began to shift, expecting him to pull away so you could stretch your legs. To your surprise, he continued to hold your knees to your shoulders. "H-Honey," You whispered bashfully. "My hips are getting sore."

"That sucks," He laughed, languidly rolling his hips into yours, making you jump in surprise. "Gonna have to get used to it, they're gonna get a lot worse when you start showin'." He teased, fuckings seed deeper into your womb.

"S-Showing what?" You asked innocently, melting at his tender pace.

"Your baby bump, obviously." He smirked, kissing up and down your stomach.

"I-I don't think I can go again so soon..." You admit shamefully, only to have him reach out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"You want me to make you cum again later, I will, but that's not what this is, hun." It was just now that you were beginning to really look at his face, your eyes having been closed during most of this event. His cheeks, nose, and ears were blushed, freckles more evident against the pinked skin. His auburn hair slicked to his forehead with sweat and you could see the greys in his sideburns more easily in the moonlight. He looked so mature in this moment, you could almost forget how different his species was from yours.

"W-What is it, then, my love?" You asked, bringing up a hand to lovingly rake through his hair.

"Think of it as insurance," he replied, softening a bit, nuzzling into your hand. "Gotta make sure it takes, right? And hey, if it doesn't we won't stop 'til we get it right."

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Thunder Couple ⚡ | Bucky Barnes

Marvel Masterlist

note: Just saw Thunderbolts* today in theaters and all I can say is Marvel cooked with this one. It's the best MCU movie in a while (up there with GOT3 post-Endgame) and the overall theme/messages throughout the film were portrayed so well. And I nearly jumped out of my seat during the second post-credit scene I mean I literally almost lost it. Anyway, I'm might even see it again tomorrow and y'all already know I'm sat for Fantastic Four First Steps. Get ready for some Thunderbolts* headcanons these next couple chapters.

content warnings: spoilers for Thunderbolts*!! (scroll if you haven't seen it yet!) overall major fluff

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Being in a relationship with Bucky Barnes while also being a Thunderbolt* would look like:

Having been a CIA operative turned rogue hitman for Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, you were 'a guest' in her little cleanup operation that ultimately resulted in your unorthodox team-up with fellow anti-heroes that in turn became the Thunderbolts*/New Avengers. Falling in love with former Winter Soldier turned Congressman Bucky Barnes was not in the plan, but hey you can't help what the heart wants.

The others constantly tease y'all and will be like "uh oh, mommy and daddy are fighting again," whenever you two argue during a mission or while planning an attack. Bucky is headstrong and stubborn, but you're the only one who can really get through that hard head of his. He respects you so much that honestly, there's no point in arguing, he's gonna do what you think is best. 

Couples that throw hands against bad guys together, stay together. The two of you are an unstoppable duo when it comes to missions--watching each other's six, throwing weapons for the other to catch, throwing each other if it's necessary. "Babe, I know you're a super soldier and all, but can you try to be a little gentler when I ask you to toss me across the platform?" 

Staying up late in the tower's penthouse going over files which just ends being you two cuddled on the couch watching a Met's game if it's on or catching Bucky up on another movie he missed out on. Star Wars, the Godfather, The Matrix, the Equalizer, Grease, etc. He's got so many questions and anytime you watch an action movie the man is criticizing the fighting technique. 

You train together most days although the man tends to hold himself back because he's afraid of hurting you with his strength. and he's not available then you usually train with Yelena and Ava while he, John and Alexi do their super soldier showdowns. At that point you three just watch and take bets on who wins. Of course, your money is on Bucky. 

Bucky will put his arm in the dishwasher to clean and you'll discover it when you go to load the dishwasher. "Bucky! Is your arm clean to your liking or do you want me to give it another spin?" "Another spin, darling, thanks!"

If his hair gets too long, you'll offer to give him haircuts because he's too damn lazy to do it himself or go to a barber saying, "We've got more important things to worry about than my hair."  It gets to a point that after his millionth complaint you simply grab his arm and push him into the chair yourself. "Your ass is staying here until I'm done and if you get up while I'm working then it's your fault for the fuck ass hairdo you'll be rocking from here on."

Expect harsh kisses filled with relief after a job completed. Especially if there was a close call involving you. Bucky will grab your face in his hands and practically push you off your feet by the force of his lips claiming your own. And he doesn't give a fuck where you are or if his political reputation is reprimanded, that man is kissing you like it's his only way to breath. "Don't ever--." *kiss* "--scare me like that--." *kiss* "again, L/n."

[matryosika]

Never Have I Ever

Pairing — Chan, Changbin x fem!reader Wordcount — 8,913 words Genre — 18+ Includes — Mentions of body insecurities and past romantic relationships. Struggles with sex and sexuality. Consumption of alcohol (but no sex under the influence). Explicit sexual content, smut warnings under the cut. Author's note — It's been a while since I've post something this lengthy... I have to be honest, I started writing this last year (July 2022) but I felt so unsatisfied with it that I never got to post it. I made some corrections, added some more details and now I'm ready to share it with you! Hope you like it. Please remember to leave a comment, reblog or ask if you liked this. And! This is the yearly reminder that I own a ko-fi. If you wish to support my work further, you can leave me a tip there! The link is on my pinned post. Thank you for reading me.

Smut warnings — Use of pet names (baby and princess). Dirty talk, threesome activities, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), double penetration, first time anal, description of pain and crying during sex. Multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pulling out and facial.

"Never have I ever..." Chan hummed, his right hand swirling the green bottle he had been drinking from for the past minutes, "had sex in a public place".

He looked at you and then at Changbin, his curious gaze wondering how he missed an opportunity to make either of you drink from your alcoholic beverage.

"I haven't had sex in a public place," Changbin mumbled, "but I have done other things".

"You have to drink either way," Chan insisted.

"You said sex," the black-haired complained, "next time try to be more specific".

You sat there in silence with a look of amusement as you witnessed the silly discussion your two best friends were holding.

"There will not be a next time," Chan sighed, leaving his bottle on top of the small coffee table next the shared couch, "at this rate, we are going to be wasted and she will remain sober".

You smiled with victory imprinted on your face, imitating Chan's action and leaving your beverage on top of the table, "we should've betted money on who was the most innocent one among the three of us, I could've ended the night with more bucks than the ones I have on my wallet".

"I can't believe you dated that asshole for 3 years and yet you didn't do anything with him," Changbin murmured with disbelief.

"Do you think I am lying?" You questioned him, tilting your head slightly backwards and resting it on the wall behind.

"I know for a fact you are not," Changbin replied, "that's why I’m impressed".

"Well," you took the bowl of chips that was placed between you and Chan, "sex isn't everything in a relationship."

"You say so because you haven't fucked," Chan scoffed, his characteristic dimples showing as soon as the sound of his laughter escaped his lips.

"We did fuck though".

"You say so because you haven't fucked properly," Changbin corrected his best friend's statement, the choice of words making your skin burn in embarrassment.

"Just because I am not into the kinky stuff you guys like doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the sex with him," you whined, throwing a cushion at Changbin, "plus, why are we making my sexual life a topic of conversation? that's something private".

"It's just amusing," Chan mumbled, taking a sip from the bottle, "you didn't drink from your soju the whole time".

"You guys asked such odd questions," you admitted, "threesomes, sex in public places... how was I supposed to drink when I have no interest in those sorts of things?"

"Alright, alright," Changbin interrupted, both of his arms doing signals for you and chan to be quiet, "we will start small".

You looked at Changbin and then at Chan, unsure of what the twisted game your dark-haired friend was thinking about. Nonetheless, your hand reached out for the bottle of soju and you returned back to your previous position, back against the wall and head tilted slightly backwards.

"Never have I ever given my partner oral sex," Changbin mumbled, both pairs of dark eyes fixed on you as they waited for your final answer.

Placing the tip of the bottle in between your lips, you made sure to drink just a small sip from it. Not being too fond of the taste of alcohol nor the feeling of being drunk, you tried your best to limit your consumption during the evening. Of course, playing this kind of game was rather easy for someone as inexperienced as you were.

"Never have I ever received oral sex," Chan continued the attack, expecting you to hold the bottle again and drink from it.

But, after a few seconds of awkward looks and odd grimaces, he understood that you were not going to take another sip of alcohol.

"Never have I ever tried anal sex," Changbin queried and, again, no response from you. "Well, that one was a bit obvious".

You darted him a killer gaze and he scoffed, looking absolutely unimpressed by your sexual inexperience.

"Never have I ever tried more than 2 different sexual positions with my partner," Chan questioned with a teasing smirk and, for the first time that night, you felt a bit shy at your lack of experience.

It was true that your sexual life wasn't the best, not even with your ex-boyfriend of 3 years, but you wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. For some reason, the thought of having to talk about how much he sucked at those things embarrassed you and, knowing your best friends, they wouldn't be able to forget such a confession.

"No wonder why you broke up with him," Changbin whispered, diverting your attention from Chan's image all the way to his. "Let me guess, missionary and doggy?"

You were not the type to get your cheeks blushed but still, the skin on your face was burning in shame.

"Never have I ever faked an orgasm with my partner," Chan added, capturing your whole attention once again.

You knew Chan and, if you were to take a wild guess, you would say that his countenance changed from amusement to concern. In his face, you could catch a glimpse of almost the same reaction he had when you told him all about your break up and how your boyfriend cheated on you several times before you found out. 

Even though his reaction was rather odd to you, you still took a sip of your bottle, "shit".

"This is way worse than I thought," Changbin sighed, stretching his body and placing both of his hands behind his neck.

"Just one more question and I will let this go," Chan hummed, trying to satisfy his curiosity without making you uncomfortable, "alright?"

You nodded with resignation, "shoot".

"Never have I ever had an orgasm with a partner," and, as soon as you heard those words, you couldn't help but fix your gaze at your shoelaces that were a hundred times more interesting than whatever was going on inside the tiny living room of your apartment.

"Damn," Changbin's harsh voice interrupted, breaking the awkward silence that was starting to fall down upon the three of you, "are you serious?"

"Why would I lie to you about these things?" you asked with a high-pitched voice, your mind bringing back the memories of the few times you got to spend with your ex.

To be completely honest with yourself, you couldn't deny how hideous the sex with him was. It was rushed, fast, boring. He was focused on his pleasure rather than yours, lasting for not more than 5 minutes and calling it a day. "I'm exhausted", "I came so hard", "I'm so sleepy" were just a few of the things he used to mumble right after overcoming his high and, as much as you loved him at the time, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed after each session. He made you feel like an object who was only meant to give him pleasure without receiving any and, for the longest time, you thought it was completely normal.

"You never talked to him about these things?" Changbin questioned you, making your heart sink at the realization that he was just as worried as Chan was about the whole situation.

"It is not a big deal guys," you tried to convince them, even when you knew that it was, in fact, a big deal, "luckily we are not together anymore so I can leave those boring experiences in the past".

"Still," Chan's words felt like he was scolding you, "you went down on him several times and he couldn't even do that for you".

"Yeah, well-" you sighed, standing up from your seat and stretching your whole body, "I will make sure to get a better and trustworthy fuck buddy next time, I have learned my lesson".

Chan and Changbin remained silent as you started to pick up the mess from the living room, gathering the empty bottles of soju and the wrappings of the snacks you had been eating that night.

"Why don't you help me clean up?" you queried, looking down on them while they spared complicit glances at each other, "the living room is a mess and I don't have plans on doing chores tomorrow morning".

"Hey," Changbin hummed, still sitting on the floor with both of his palms against the rug, "we uh-"

The way your dark-haired roommate stumbled upon his words made you curious about what he was going to say next.

"We would like to help you out with your other issue," Chan spitted, bluntly. Still sitting on the couch with his legs spread, he lifted up his gaze to meet yours.

"What other-" you started the sentence with a smile on your face but, as soon as you realized what they meant, the smile and fondness was transformed into nervousness and curiosity, "oh".

"Oh," Changbin repeated almost with the same intonation you did.

"Listen, you don't have to agree to this," Chan rushed to say, standing up from the couch almost as the same time his friend did from the floor, "me and Changbin, we have discussed this for a while now but we just- we never knew how to approach you about it".

You looked at the two men standing in front of you, suddenly feeling your knees and legs ten times weaker than before. For a while, how long is a while?

"When you say a while, what do you mean?" you asked him, slowly placing the empty bottles on top of the table again.

"We both thought you were attractive the first time you moved in with us," Changbin explained, clearing up his throat as he watched you take a seat on the couch again, now they were the ones looking down on you. "Of course, at the time you had a boyfriend and everything, it was never really a plan, just a thought".

"A thought?"

Changbin looked at Chan and then diverted his gaze to something else, trying hard to avoid giving more information than he needed to.

"One night we were just talking about how much we both liked you," Chan spoke slowly, trying to find just the right words to portray their twisted and perverted fantasies with you, "how much we wanted to be with you, like that"..

"And you have decided to tell me that right now because…"

"We just saw an opportunity to bring the topic and we took it," Changbin continued without even daring to make eye-contact with you, "we don't really lose anything by asking".

"A threesome, then?" you queried with your pair of eyes fixed on them. It was new how nervous they looked right then and there in front of you, clenching their jaws and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Both of them nodded.

"I... will think about it," you concluded shyly, expecting them to say something else rather than nodding and continuing on picking up the trash that you had placed on top of the table after hearing such revelation.

Other than agreeing and whispering a series of "okay, yeah's", your roommates didn't say anything else. The tension in the environment changed but, at the same time, it didn't feel awkward or overwhelming. If you had to describe it, you would dare to say it was almost pensive.

"You have work tomorrow?" Chan asked, interrupting the silence that was quick to build up after your last words.

"No, I am taking this weekend off," you replied, carrying the green bottles all the way to your kitchen counter.

"I'll get those," Changbin mumbled, picking up the bottles that you had left behind because you could only carry that much.

You didn't want to give them the wrong impression, one where you felt awkwardly uncomfortable at their proposal to the point of not wanting to interact with them in any way, but it was almost impossible to talk when your mind was filled with thoughts.

"Everything alright?" Changbin queried, closing the trash bag and leaving it on the floor right next to the trash can.

"Yeah I just- I'm feeling very tired," you replied, blinking several times before fixing your gaze on him, "it has been a while since I drank".

Liar.

You drank less than half a bottle of soju and all three people in that room knew that. 

"You should go to sleep, " the black-haired murmured, not daring to look at you. "We will clean the rest of the living room and continue on working for a bit before going to bed, it's still early".

You unlocked your phone, without having any notion of time, and realized that he was right. You thought it was already midnight but the clock was barely at 10 p.m.

"Thanks," you politely replied, brushing your hands against your denim jeans and standing there for a while before excusing yourself, "goodnight".

As you walked from the kitchen and back to the living room, Changbin's gaze burned on your skin like a fresh cut. He wasn't nervous or uncomfortable, no. He was probably regretful, thinking that the two of them had screwed up an adorable friendship with their best friend just for the sake of wanting to get their dicks wet.

"Goodnight Chan," you mumbled while walking across the living room, Chan's eyes lifting up to meet yours without hesitation.

"Hey," he said, clearing his throat and turning his whole body around to face you, "me and Changbin, we wouldn't want things to get awkward".

"Me neither," you faintly smiled, trying to give him the reassurance he needed in order to understand that you weren't uncomfortable nor scared after their proposal. "I'm alright, don't worry too much about it".

And after he offered you a smile back, you closed your bedroom door right behind you.

Saying you were alright was a lie, especially when your whole body stopped being numb and regained its consciousness. The wetness between your thighs betrayed you once again, just like every other time you were around those two.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself, closing your eyes and swallowing hard.

Only then, you started to mentally curse yourself. You knew how bad you wanted them, how many nights you spent touching yourself wishing it was one of them making you feel good. You, who even while being in a committed relationship, spent hours and hours daydreaming about any of them bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn't do anything but take them completely.

I will think about it.

There was absolutely nothing to think about and you knew it. What was stopping you then? Trying to act all collected and insightful when, in reality, there was not a single day where you could go without pleasuring yourself to the thought of them.

What is stopping me?

You stood there in silence for a few more minutes until you heard their room's door closing, rushing to grab a towel and a pair of clean clothes before running into the shared bathroom of the apartment. It was safe to say that it had been a long day.

Letting the hot water run and taking every single article of clothing before stepping right into the shower, you asked the same question one more time: what is stopping me?

And, as your eyes found your reflection in the foggy mirror, you understood the answer.

You could dream about them as much as you would like, but the nervousness of being not one but with two new partners scared you to death. 

They proposed to you. 

The idea was appealing, but the anguish that it represented was too strong to be fought in such a small period of time. You trusted them with your life, you really did, but you also knew them more than anyone else in the whole world. You knew what kind of girls they dated and what kind of things they did. You were nowhere near those qualifications and the fact that they even brought that idea was as flattering as it was confusing. 

Either way, the mere thought of knowing they desired you like that made you wonder what kind of perverted ideas they thought about whenever they saw you around. What did they see in you that you failed to appreciate?

*

Standing in front of their bedroom's door, you breathed three times before finding the courage to knock on it. The clock would strike 12 a.m. and you knew for sure they were still awake. That excited you as much as it scared you.

The door opened before you could knock again, unsure if they had heard the first pair of faint knocks. Just as you had predicted, both of them were still working on some of their projects.

"Everything alright, princess?" Changbin queried, his dark eyes scanning your figure with discretion. 

Princess. Changbin called you like that sometimes for as long as you could remember and it never failed to have the desired effect on you.

Wearing a black oversized shirt with nothing underneath but a pair of pink panties, it struck you only then that maybe you had executed your idea wrong. In your mind, you completely missed the part of the small chat before telling them your verdict about the proposal.

"Can I come in?" you asked, his body walking just a few steps back as he opened the door for you.

Chan turned around on his chair, welcoming himself with the sight of your body.

"I thought about it," you murmured shyly, sitting on the edge of Chan's bed before daring to look at the hungry gazes of your best friends, "and I want it".

"Hey," Chan rushed to call out your name, his parted lips inhaling more air than usual, "don't feel pressured to do it, if you decide not to I promise things are still going to be the same".

"I mean it," you assured him, "I just- I have a condition".

The three of you looked at each other for a couple of seconds in silence.

"Go on," Chan spoke, his whole body leaning forward.

“You said you often thought about me in that way".

"We do, yeah," one of them voiced but the two of them nodded, eager to hear the rest of your demand.

"I-" for a short moment, your breath got caught up in your throat and you wondered if the sudden courage and bravery were sponsored by the cheap alcohol or your undeniable arousal, "I want to know what you think about me".

Changbin looked at Chan and then at you, his body language changing drastically from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds.

"Is that what you really want?" He queried. His voice was as seductive as it was intimidating, his question seeming more like a warning than an invitation. 

You simply nodded.

"I know nothing about this," you murmured, the warmth on your skin spreading throughout your body as Chan's and Changbin's gaze fixed on your eyes, "and you two are the most trustworthy men I know".

"So you want us to teach you?" Chan asked with a soft scoff, the lowness of his voice taking you by surprise.

"I just want to understand what is so appealing about sex to other people," you admitted, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head, "I just want to know how much I have missed".

Chan couldn't help but smile with fondness at your words, the warmth in his chest mixing up with the warmth between his legs. It wasn't just the fact that you trusted them enough to give your body to the two of them —it was the knowledge that, now that you had accepted their plea, they had the opportunity to make you feel like no one before.

Changbin walked up to your figure, the mattress slightly sinking as he took a seat right next to you. Whether it was out of nervousness or pure excitement, you couldn't help but shudder once the fabric of his black shorts brushed against the naked skin of your thighs.

"Don't be afraid," he cooed, his right hand moving upwards to find the left side of your face and turning it towards him, "you trust us, right?”

Your eyes met the curvature of his lips and, while his face approached you softly, you melted into his hands. The way his breath was stupidly close to be felt and his hand burned deliciously against your skin had you letting out a soft sigh before making the desired contact with him.

And it felt just like you had imagined it. Even better, you would dare to say.

Alcohol, a pinch of cherries and faint cigarette smoke were how you would describe his taste. He was gentle, maybe more gentle than you had expected him to be. His tongue dragged across your lips without going any further, teasing you and almost making you beg for more. He wasn't running out of breath but you were, letting out small whines while you tugged at the neck of his black t-shirt.

Only then, he interrupted the kiss by sinking his teeth on your lower lip and softly pulling at them, earning a sweet hiss from you.

"Should I go next?" Chan softly joked as he stood up from his seat, walking towards the available space of bed right next to you and sliding his hand up your naked thigh. Your parted lips found him immediately, but he remained in his position without going in for a kiss. "But first, you have to promise us something."

"Anything," you whispered out of breath, both men smiling proudly at how eager you were to have your way with them. 

"If you don't feel comfortable with something, you have to tell us," Chan warned, his eyes glued to the way your lips were inviting him to devour them.

Easy task. You nodded almost automatically, knowing that the odds of wanting them to stop were minimum to zero.

"Contrary to that, if there's something that you want, you will have to beg for it", he cooed, a faint smirk appearing on the corner of his lips as he saw the nervousness in your face, "promise?"

You let out a jittery laugh, feeling your accelerated heartbeats in the deepest parts of your throat, "it's embarrassing".

"It is not," Changbin intervened, his breath caressing the crook of your neck and making your eyes close for a quick second, "we will do anything you ask us to”.

"What do you get from it?" you questioned softly, your mind dizzy from both confusion and arousal.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Chan asked, tilting his head and brushing your lips with his, completely ignoring your question. 

"Yes," you whispered, your heartbeats going at a mile per hour. Chan smiled against your lips without going any further, trying to give you the clue that you were not following one of his rules, "please Chan, kiss me".

Only then you felt his hand wrapping around your wrist, guiding it towards his lap. He soon placed it on top of his hardened bulge without a warning, his hips moving ever so slightly against the palm of your hand. "Do you see what you can cause if you beg nicely for us?" his hoarse voice inquired and you nodded almost automatically, both of your eyes probably opened like plates at his grittiness, “good”. 

He then gave you what you were wishing for so long, his plump lips moving against yours at a much slower pace than you had expected from him. It was almost as if he wanted to taste every inch of your lips that were mixed with your own taste and Changbin's. 

Unexpectedly, Changbin's hand caressed the skin on your thighs making you tremble against their bodies, Chan's lips drowning one of many pathetic whines that were urging to leave your mouth. Changbin dragged his touch further, lifting the fabric of your oversized t-shirt and finding the pleasant surprise of your pink, laced panties.

"You wore this for us?" he asked against your ear, the sound of his voice and breathing sending shivers down your spine, "you should've thought about it twice because i'm going to rip it off of you”. 

Another chill traveled throughout your body and your skin got covered in goosebumps, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the black-haired one. "You get turned on by words easily," he hummed, nibbling at the skin of your neck, "I'll remember that".

Chan broke the kiss to grasp for some air, the eyes that once looked at you with fondness were now completely clouded by nothing but lust. 

Changbin continued on kissing and biting your neck, that only contributed to the wet patch between your legs becoming way noticeable as Chan's fingertips threatened to make contact with your underwear, the fear of being exposed making you dwell in embarrassment.

"Now, tell us," Chan requested while his fingers reached for the skin of your inner thighs, "why did you change your mind?"

"I-" you tried to give an answer but Changbin's lips attached to your neck and Chan's touch lingering in between your legs were making the simple task feel ten times harder, "I was curious".

"That’s it?" Changbin asked, dragging his tongue along your skin and making you squirm under him, "I know there's something you are not telling us, princess".

And he was right. 

But how were you supposed to tell them that, even long before knowing that they were sexually attracted to you, you fantasized about them every single night?

Even when you were in a relationship.

"I like you two too," you mumbled in between sighs, fearing that Chan's playful smirk meant that he knew exactly what was going on in your perverted mind, "I thought about you as well".

"And what is it that you thought?" Chan questioned, his digits making the desired contact against your clothed core making you part your legs ever so slightly for them, "you can tell us, we know how to keep secrets". Even though the sentence was rather sweet, the hidden meaning behind it increased the tension on your lower abdomen, "after all, we are your best friends, right?".

"I thought about how good you two could make me feel," you whispered, Changbin's figure withdrawing from your neck and fixing your gaze on the masterpieces he had created on it, your skin now decorated with red bruises along it, "I thought about your fingers, often".

Changbin let out a soft laugh, the tip of his digits dragging along your t-shirt and clothed breasts only to end up brushing his thumb against your mouth, "show me how much you have thought about them, then".

With a curious look, you wrapped your lips around his digits without breaking eye contact. You sucked on them slowly, unsure if that was the action he was expecting from you. But, when he let out a soft groan, you understood that you were on the right path.

"Is this what you dreamt about, princess?" he questioned, pushing his fingers deep inside you as you nodded eagerly.

While you were too focused on Changbin's task, you didn't notice how Chan was lifting up your t-shirt to expose more of your thighs and underwear, the wet patch now becoming completely visible for him. He gently caressed your lower abdomen and made its way to your clothed slit, dragging one finger in circular motions and earning a sudden sigh out of you that was repressed by Changbin's digits.

"What was that, baby?" Chan scoffed, impressed by how sensitive you were.

Changbin took his fingers out of your mouth as Chan slid your panties to the side, licking his lips at the sight of how wet you were.

For a moment, you felt shy. Exposed. 

You wanted to close your legs and tell them that you didn't think the whole thing through but Chan's voice was what took you out of those intrusive thoughts.

"You are beautiful," he hummed, his heavy breathing ringing into your ears, "so fucking pretty".

You swallowed hard at his compliments, the skin on your whole body heating up in shyness as you got used to your best friends praising you in that way. 

Changbin's digits turned your chin to face him, placing his index and middle fingers in front of your lips as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Tell Chan how bad you need him to touch you," he ordered, his eyes fixed on the way your lips parted almost instinctively as he brushed them against your lips.

"Chan-" you tried to speak, but your breath got caught up in your throat too soon, "please-".

"Tell him exactly what you want," the dark-haired spoke again. 

Your gaze turned to Chan who was sitting on the opposite side as Changbin, his fingers swirling around the skin of your thighs without actually making contact where you needed him the most.

"Will you touch me, Chan?" you queried, the way your eyes looked at him sending a pinch of electricity to his already hardened erection, "please".

He smiled at your words and, almost immediately, followed your request. Your whole body trembled against them due to the unfamiliar feeling of having someone else other than you touching you like that.

"What else does our princess need?" Changbin cooed, forcing you to face him once again.

"Your fingers," you sighed, trying hard to maintain eye contact as Chan rubbed your clit painfully slowly, "can I please suck on them?".

It was the way you politely asked and not really begged that had them over the edge. It sounded filthier, more humiliating, they would say.

Changbin pushed both of his fingers inside your mouth and, as he pounded them deeper, a loud moan from you that was caught around his digits sent waves of pleasure throughout the whole body.

"Suck them properly," he commanded, admiring how your head acquired a pace of its own as you gag on them, "I’m fucking your pretty pussy with them".

Chan's digits kept on teasing your clit, your hips instinctively moving against them while you tried to intensify the feeling.

"Right there, princess," he cooed, smiling at how your body was more than ready to be fucked, "you are behaving so well".

Changbin's fingers went in deeper, making you gag and drool all over them. Judged by the way he was watching you, you would dare to say that he loved it. He loved how messy you looked, with your innocent gaze fixed on him and your chin completely covered with your own saliva.

"Baby," Chan hummed, leaving kisses on your shoulders and clavicles while he made your way to your ear, "do you think you are ready to take our fingers?"

Pulling away from Changbin's digits you nodded eagerly, the sinful scene of your teary eyes and drooling mouth was enough for the both of them to cum right then and there, completely in love by the ruined image of their beautiful best friend.

"I need them inside me," you whispered, "please fuck them inside me".

Changbin lost no time into guiding his hand all over your wet cunt, the digits that were previously fucking your mouth now grazing against your hole and threatening to force themselves into it.

"Are you always this wet when you think of us?" Chan queried, looking at how his bedsheets were now stained with your own juices.

"I am," you admitted, placing your head on his chest while he held you tight against him, "I am always so wet".

Changbin pushed both of his fingers inside you knowing that, with how wet you were and how good you had lubricated his fingers, the feeling was going to be everything but painful.

"Fuck-" you hissed, moving your hips unexpectedly and feeling that foreign tension on your lower back, "God-".

"Do you want to know a secret?" Chan asked, admiring your face of pure bliss as Changbin's fingers fucked your cunt and his palm rubbed against your swollen clit. You weakly nodded. "We often talked about you, me and him," he sighed, "we wondered how many times you had been walking around the apartment with your underwear drenched or how many times you had touched yourself in your room while we were sleeping".

"She is dripping wet," Changbin hummed, his lips approaching one of your ears, "I bet it would be so easy to just bend her over any surface of the apartment and put our cocks inside her pretty pussy, don't you think so?"

"Fuck yes," you whined, your vision getting clouded with each of Changbin's movements, “it would be so easy for you two to have me whenever you please".

"Only for us?" Chan scoffed, your words having the desired effect on him as his bulge grew harder and harder, "you are adorable".

Both of your hands traveled to their laps, your right one on Changbin's and your left one on Chan's. Shyly, you started palming them through their clothes, earning a faint laugh from Changbin who was still working on your cunt.

"Tell us what you want, princess," he cooed, "we might give you permission if you use your words." 

As soon as you were about to speak, Chan's digits replaced Changbin's palm and continued on rubbing your clit while the dark-haired fucked you at a rougher pace, the soft moans becoming louder and louder as the seconds passed by.

"Please, let me touch you," you whined, moving frantically against their hands, "I want to touch you too".

"Go on," he allowed, his voice becoming lower as your timid hands palmed him through the thin fabric of his shorts.

And without losing any more time, you snuck your hands under their clothes, being welcomed by the warmth of their skins as your hands wrapped around their lengths.

However, you were rather impressed by what you found underneath those clothes.

"Don't be scared," Chan murmured as he noticed your countenance, "we will make them fit”. 

You cursed again at his words, the tension on your lower back increasing as well as the frantic movements of your hands around them.

They couldn't help themselves but let out small grunts and sighs as you jerked them off, pulling down their clothes to give you even more access to their cocks.

Moving your hands up and down, the movements soon started to become sloppier and messier, your eyes started to roll to the back of your head and incoherent words and mumbles were escaping your lips as an unfamiliar feeling took control over you.

"You are clenching so fucking hard around me," Changbin groaned, increasing the pace of his digits, "does that feel good, princess?"

"Fuck yes," you sighed, the overwhelming feeling causing tears to prick into the corner of your eyes, "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop".

"You look so pretty like this," Chan praised, his hot breath tickling against your cheek, "all desperate and needy".

"Faster," you cried, moving your hips in circular motions against them, "please touch me faster".

And as good, compassionate best friends they were, the two of them followed your pleas. You knew that it wasn't going to take you long to reach your climax and, with all honesty, you could say that this was something you had never experienced before.

Maybe because of it you looked too desperate and eager in front of them, moving your hips frantically and trembling between their bodies as you reached your high.

The sight was something they would never forget, feeling the way your hand squeezed their cocks with roughnes as you cried and rode your orgasm. 

"Aren't you such a dirty princess?" Changbin groaned, still fucking you at the same pace just when you were reaching the highest point of your climax and forcing both of your legs open, "coming for the first time in no other than your best friend's bed".

"Oh, God," you cried, biting your lower lip while your body was still shaking.

"Don't close them just yet, baby" Chan mumbled, his digits collecting all of your juices while he held you in place, "don't you want to taste yourself?"

You whined at the faint overstimulation from Chan's digits dragging along your slit, getting completely coated by your arousal. They made their way to your lips and you were quick to clean them up completely, bopping your head and drooling all over them.

Soon, the weight on the bed from your right side shifted as Changbin's figure stood up from his seat. Lowering his shorts and underwear completely, his cock was now at full disposal to you.

And God, was he big.

"Come here," he demanded, signaling for you to kneel right in front of him, "show me what you've thought about me”. 

You had given blowjobs before, countless times, but your ex boyfriend was nowhere near to what you had in front of you. Your mind drifted away as it thought about his thick girth filling you up, making you cry both in pain and pleasure but, soon, those trails of thoughts were interrupted when Chan's figure came into the picture.

"We will be gentle," Chan hissed, placing his hand on the back of your head and guiding you all the way to his hardened length, 

Starting off with kitty licks, you dragged your tongue along the tip of Chan's cock. He let out a soft moan that only encouraged you to explore further, taking the head inside of your warm mouth as your hand reached out for Changbin's length.

"Jerk him off while I fuck your mouth, do you think you can do that?" you nodded against his cock, "if I get too rough, squeeze my thigh and I will stop".

You nodded once again, feeling how his hands pushed you deeper into his length. You were not really trained to take him, but you were determined to prove to them that you deserved to be fucked.

"All the way in," he hissed, hearing how you struggled to prevent yourself from gagging, "don't hold back, baby, let me hear you choking on my cock".

Relaxing your throat for a bit, you were able to take more of him. Squeezing Changbin's cock everytime Chan's length reached a deeper spot inside your mouth, he couldn't stop himself from letting out grunts and groans each time.

"My turn," Changbin hissed, one of his hands gripping your hair in a ponytail and guiding your face towards his length. With drool all over your chin, and letting out small coughs, you took Changbin's cock inside as if you were an expert on it. Now, your opposite hand reached out for Chan's length as you stroked himself with your own saliva.

"You are doing a great job," Changbin praised, closing his eyes and slamming his hips slowly against your mouth, "taking two cocks at the same time".

From then on, you started acquiring a pace of your own while sucking them off. Having one of their cocks inside of your mouth while stroking the other one, you spent all the time you were able to before your knees started to hurt and bruise due to the material of the rug.

And even then, you didn't want to stop.

The sound of their groans and moans were turning you on more than you would've thought, your available hand always rubbing against your clit as much as you could, driving you to the edge and tightening the now familiar knot on your lower abdomen.

"You have no idea how many times we fantasized about having you like this," Chan groaned, caressing your hair as he slammed his cock inside your mouth, "kneeling down in front of us with your mouth drooling and wanting to take our cocks completely". 

"She is so pretty," Changbin praised, biting his lower lip as he witnessed the scene of your teary eyes and ruined face alternating between his cock and Chan's, "I wonder how much prettier she will look with all of her holes filled".

A sudden moan escaped your lips as you heard those words. Of course you knew that having sex with more than one partner was a whole different world than what you were used to, but you never got to think about the implications of it.

"Is that what you want?" Chan questioned, his eyes fixed on the way Changbin's cock disappeared in your mouth, "do you want me to fuck your pussy while he fucks your ass?"

You would be lying if you said that the idea of doing so didn't turn you on.

"It is too soon to try anal," Changbin grunted, letting out a desperate sigh as soon as you withdrew from him to take Chan's cock, "she is not ready for it".

"You think so?" the brown-haired queried, burying himself inside your warm mouth, "I am sure she can take it".

Changbin gave him a worried look, but he wasn't going to deny the fact that he was dying to fuck you from behind. He knew how tight your cunt was from earlier, when he was fucking his fingers inside of you, and he could only imagine how much tighter your ass was.

Luckily for the both of you, he always kept a bottle of lube around for those kinds of rendezvous. 

Walking towards the small nightstand right next to his bed, he took out a black, small bottle that caught your whole attention as you awaited on your knees for him.

"I am going to ask you this once," he softly mumbled, caressing your hair and putting a strand of it behind your ear. "Do you really want to try this?"

You knew it was going to be painful but knowing it was them who were causing you pain only turned you even more.

"If you decide that you suddenly don't want it anymore, we will stop," Chan warned.

You stood up from the floor and walked towards the bed, removing your black t-shirt that was now ruined with drool, tears and even precum.

Chan laid down on his own bed with his hardened length inviting you to straddle over him, softly guiding your movements on the bed as he held your hand. You sat down on his lap and allowed him to continue with the task, one of his hands reaching down for the base of his cock to align it with your entrance.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked you with his jaw clenched, dragging the tip of his cock along your slit and earning a few sighs from the both of you. You simply nodded. "It's going to hurt, but I know you can take him".

You stared at Chan for what it felt like hours, and only regained consciousness of the place and position you were in once you felt the weight of the bed shifting as Changbin positioned himself right behind you, resting one of his hands on your hip while the other one held the bottle of lube.

"I think she is ready," Changbin announced and Chan lost no time in entering you, lifting his hips ever so slightly while burying the tip of his cock inside your tight cunt.

"Oh, Go-d," you breathed, leaning down on his figure while you placed both of your arms on each side of his head.

"Take me all the way in," Chan mumbled, pressing your figure down so that his cock could reach the deepest spots in you.

And even though you weren't a virgin, you had never felt such an overwhelming sentiment like this. He was bigger than what you were used to and he tried to do it delicately but awfully failed as he surrendered to his instincts, pounding himself inside you rather harshly for a beginner but just as pleasant. 

They both gave you a few minutes to get used to Chan's girth, squeezing it and clenching around it every time Changbin caressed your back and neck in an attempt to soothe you before the pain.

"She is so fucking tight around me," Chan hissed with gritted teeth, completely losing his mind over how wet and warm your pussy felt around him.

Just like he imagined it.

"How does it feel to have Chan stretching you open?" Changbin asks softly, placing a couple of wet pecks on your shoulders and neck while he lazily stroked himself with a fair amount of lube.

"It feels good," you admitted with shortness of breath, feeling dizzy on top of Chan. "I've never felt something like this before".

There was something so filthy about hearing you speak in such a manner that Changbin couldn't resist you anymore. You soon felt the palm of his hand on your lower back, pushing your body, forcing it to lean over Chan's and —once he caught the signal— wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly in place.

"Take a deep breath for me," Changbin ordered, getting even harder at the cold sensation of the lube as he poured more on him and your tightest hole. "We are going to count to three, yeah?"

Changbin always appeared to be someone tough but, it was at times like these, where you truly could appreciate such a soft side from him.

"One," he breathed and you felt Chan's arms tightening around you, his face buried on your neck and chest while he felt your body shuddering on top of his.

"Two," Changbin continued and your back unconsciously arched a bit more for him. "And three".

After the last number, you felt a numbing sensation throughout your body. Your toes curled up in pain and you tried hard to muffle the pathetic cries and whimpers but failed almost immediately.

"It hurts so much," you cried and Chan started to caress your back, feeling his heart pounding at a thousand miles per hour as he witnessed your vulnerable body on top of his.

"We know you can take us," Changbin hissed, softly pushing himself even deeper inside you. "All you have to do is get used to our cocks".

You whined and Chan hugged you even tighter, allowing you to cry over him as Changbin stretched your ass carefully. There was something so twisted about feeling your painful tears landing on his neck and chest that, for an unknown reason, riled him up even more.

"Don't move," Changbin ordered and you did as you were told, your hands gripping the bed sheets harshly while you tried your best to overcome the painful –but pleasant– feeling of having them both inside you. "I want to feel you".

Chan's hands traveled from your waist to your back, caressing it while trying to soothe the pain. You spent a good minute or two with your eyes closed, the only audible thing in the room were your cries and their heavy breathing.

"You think you are ready?" Chan asks you softly, leaving soft kisses on your breasts while still having his arms wrapped around your body.

"I think I am," you finally whispered after a few silent seconds, feeling your arms trembling in fear while still being able to hold your whole weight on top of Chan.

Changbin was the first one to move, slowly withdrawing himself from you only to thrust his cock again, making you cry in pain.

"You are doing such a good job," Chan praised, one of his hands reaching out to try the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "It's just a little bit of pain, I am sure you can take it".

Changbin continued training you, softly pushing his cock inside you while trying to get you used to his girth. The pain never really went away, but the sudden sentiment of pleasure was quick to appear in the equation and, with that, it was ten times more bearable.

"Go on," Changbin hissed, trying his best to control himself. "She can take you now".

Chan lifted his hips slightly and almost came when he saw your grimaces of pleasure and pain, his cock throbbing at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes getting completely lost.

"Am I hurting you?" Chan asked you and you weakly shook your head, unable to focus on him —or anything, for that matter— because of the overwhelming sensations.

And as soon as they were sure you were alright, they started to acquire a pace of their own. They were going slow, much more slower than they would prefer, but it was still pleasant nonetheless.

Chan's lips captured your hardened nipples and, if anything, that single action made everything way more enjoyable. The cries and whines were soon replaced with moans and whimpers, and the gentle movements lost their softness once they both felt you were ready for a bit more.

"I don't think I am going to last long," Chan admitted between sighs, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

Changbin was on the same page, but they both wanted to give you one more orgasm before their own. One of his hands traveled to your swollen clit and, while they both fucked your holes, he tried to mantain a steady pace while rubbing it.

"Oh my f- God," you moaned, both of your eyes opening like plates once you felt your body jolting at Changbin's touch. "It feels-".

You couldn't describe it, but they both knew what you meant by the way your holes clenched around them.

"You are dripping wet," Changbin whispered, coating his digits with your fluids while trying his best to get you to the promising orgasm. "You think you can come one more time for us?"

You didn't have time to reply when your eyes were already rolling at the back of your head and your arms started to tremble, threatening to lose any strength that was still left in them.

"God," you whispered again, parting your lips and looking like a complete mess for the both of them. "There, right there-".

Changbin increased his pace and it was only a matter of seconds before Chan started to feel your walls tightening around him almost aggressively. He closed his eyes and groaned under his breath, trying his best not to come just yet.

He wasn't wearing a condom and coming inside was definitely not an option —but God, how he wished it was.

"Just like that," Changbin praised while admiring your body shaking instinctively, his hips slamming against yours softly while you were still trying to overcome your high.

"You are making me lose my mind," Chan whispered as he saw your face, feeling completely vulnerable at the sight of your glossy eyes and parted lips. "It isn't fair to have you around and not be able to do this as much as I want".

Your arms lost all their strength and you inevitably fell on top of Chan's body, crying as you felt the overstimulation washing up on you.

"I'm not going to last long either," Changbin hissed and, with a swift movement, pulled out of you. You whined at the sentiment of emptiness, but it was also a relief.

Chan lifted your hips too and followed his best friend's actions, leaving you completely empty and a sobbing mess.

"Where do you want us?" Chan asked, caressing your cheek and pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Wherever you both want to," you replied with shortness of breath and feeling a bit dizzy.

Of course they both wanted to finish inside you, but it was definitely not a good idea.

At least not tonight.

So Chan looked at Changbin and he did the same, almost as if they didn't need words to communicate with each other.

"Get on your knees," Changbin ordered and Chan smiled, recalling one of those times where they talked about how pretty you were and how much each fantasized about coming on your face.

She would look even prettier, Chan had said.

You followed their instructions and kneeled in front of Chan's bed, patiently waiting for them to approach your figure.

They both stood in front of you, stroking their cocks with their gazes fixed on your face. Changbin's hand even gripped your hair a bit harshly, setting you closer to them and in place so they could finish on your face.

"Stick your tongue out, baby," Chan panted, increasing the movement of his wrist on his cock.

You soon felt his arousal landing on your cheek, tongue and chin while a series of curses and groans left his lips. Changbin, once he saw the filthy image of you covered in his friend's semen, came next. With him, it was way more messier: tongue, chin, lips, cheek and forehead.

You swallowed their cum proudly, feeling as if it was some sort of reward for being able to take all the things they had chosen to give you that night. And they both admired the scene in awe, feeling their softening cocks twitching at the sight.

"You both taste good," you murmured, still kneeling in front of them. "I never thought I would like it".

Chan caressed your hair softly while Changbin's digits lifted your chin just so they could both catch a better glimpse of your face covered in cum —one of their biggest fantasies.

"Perhaps we should play the game again," Changbin mumbled, collecting some of their semen with his thumb only to push it inside your parted lips. "And see if your bottle of soju is still full after we are done". 

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⋆˚࿔⊹ ࣪ ˖─ pregnancy scare 2/2

pairing... ꒰inexperienced!matt × inexperienced!reader꒱

the fics in this au do not follow a chronological order. enjoy!

TW!: mentions of abortion. this fic will be pretty heavy on the matter, so if it's not for you, please do not read. thank you.

something people never tell you about pregnancy scares is that you will become paranoid for every. single. thing.

oh, that type of bread usually leaves you bloated? pregnancy. waking up with reflux? pregnancy. period late because of stress? pregnancy.

eventually, your whole life will revolve around pregnancy. that is, until you take that fucking test and see toilet people stained red. but until then? pregnancy.

and the first pregnancy scare is also the worst, especially when you are in your early 20s. you're young, he's young. you're broke, he's broke. you want to keep it, he doesn't.

truth to be told, you don't want to keep it cause your dream is to be an almost-over teen mom with no money or house or job. you can find a solution to all these things, eventually, but you cannot reverse a procedure that will ruin your body. you cannot force yourself to walk under the judging eyes of doctors who are supposed to help you, but instead they look like they're ready to call you an assassin whore at any given moment. you could, but you can't.

so that's why you and matt haven't been talking for a little over a week now. you've been trying to distract yourself as much as you could over this week, yet nothing really took your mind off the thought of a possible baby forming inside your body.

matt had tried to call and text you multiple times, yet you never replied. you couldn't help yourself but redirect your anger towards him, even though you were as guilty as he was.

jesus, what would your mom say? no, scratch that. what would everybody say? the thought alone made you shudder in disgust. you shouldn't be pregnant, you couldn't. point period.

unfortunately, that's not how life works, that's not how nature works. and until you know for sure that you're in the clear you couldn't live with your mind at ease.

so that's why one random thursday night your thumb hovered shakily over matt's number, finally pressing down. he picked up immediately, and in a couple minutes he was at your door, bursting inside with light's speed.

he held you close to his body while you cried desperately, clinging to him while your body shook fron the cold tiles under your bottom and the cold you felt inside.

on the counter the pregnancy test analysed the hormones levels in your urine, the display showcasing an hourglass.

the soft beeping echoed in the bathroom, pulling you out of your crying fit to throw you straight into panic.

matt was the one to retrieve the test, snatching it from the counter while you inched closer to the toilet, feeling yourself closer than ever to throwing up.

what if it came back positive? what would you do then? would you go through the pregnancy, would you back down and ask doctors to do something? what if matt left? would this be the end of you—

"negative."

"what?"

"I said it's negative. we're safe as for now."

© stvrnioloslvt

a.n: ok, just in case it wasn't clear— I'm not anti-abortion. however, I've met a couple of girls in my life that had to go under the procedure and they described it as a traumatic experience both for their body and mind, so I tried to portray the inner turmoil a woman might leave as best as I could. this post doesn't see a lot about y/n and matt. actually, there's no action at all between the two. I deemed more important giving light to our protagonist's thoughts. for the fluff and smut and things there will be time.

au taglist: @sturniolo04 @sturnsrecord @chrislova @norasafterglow @faiyaz555 @tyummyz @sturniolotoast @izzysturniiolo

and all the amazing people who requested to be tagged under part 2: @ilovechrissturniolosposts @httpssturns @slvt4chrissturniolo

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

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Heads Carolina, Tails California

Hello, hello, hello. It's been a bit since I posted anything new, and it's nice to be doing so again.

I'm still plugging away on the 3 bingo cards I'm wanting to get through before their deadlines, but I couldn't get this little piece out of my head for Husband!Steve and his wifey from my Avenger-Style Domesticity AU.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Husband!Steve Rogers and Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2325 words

Summary: After overhearing a conversation you weren't supposed to, you make some decisions where your relationship with Steve are concerned.

Warnings: kidnapping mention; post-kidnapping story; marriage troubles; angst with a happier/hopeful ending; reader and Steve are both guarded; vulnerable moments between them; lmk if I missed any

A/N: These two deserve the world after what I put them through in this one, and I will be making it up to them as soon as I can. That said, their issues, while partially addressed here, aren't over yet and will have some follow-up stories in the future as well.

A/N2: Kudos to anyone who gets the story title reference. Double kudos if you just enjoy it as a fun thing as I do.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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You'd just finished another pile of clothing you planned to pack when you heard the front door open and shut. A final check of your side of the bed, you left the room to greet Steve, your adoring husband of almost a year.

You couldn't wait to unveil your surprise, but one glance at his pale features had you pausing.

Before you could open your mouth, Steve's posture shifted from one of disbelief to something akin to the soldier you'd seen in action on a number of occasions. Steve's face grew almost as stony as Bucky's used to before he'd finally found the right therapist. This was a Steve you didn't see often, and you preferred it that way.

"How long?" was all he asked, his voice soft with what you could only describe as resignation.

"A few weeks at least," you said, your words careful, even as you studied him.

A part of you wanted to rush towards him and wrap him tightly in your arms at the way his jaw ticked. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times as his gaze moved towards the numerous soon-to-be-filled suitcases. When he spoke again, it was only to ask, "Where?"

"I don't know yet, but I'm sure it'll be exactly what's needed," you shrugged your shoulders while taking a step towards him, wishing to close the distance between you. It was a distance that hadn't existed until now, and it made you sick to your stomach it existed at all.

You stopped the instant his body grew more rigid than it already was. A look passed over his features that you wished you could read. Before these past few weeks, you would've been able to, but that day had been just the thing to disconnect the two of you. If what you had planned helped at all, you would take whatever risk you needed. Sure, your plans weren't on the level of some life-saving mission, but you hoped it would be enough to get your marriage back on track.

Your hands came up in a non-threatening gesture, hoping to soothe that rigidity in him. "We haven't been exactly in-sync with one another. It occurred to me that we need some time alone to reset, you know? Pepper's already signed off on a generous vacation, and I'm hopeful this will help with moving past what happened."

"If this is what you need, sweetheart."

"What we need, my love," you countered, allowing yourself a small smile. You couldn't help it as you took in the way his eyes widened before he schooled himself again. "Now, I could really use your help. Can you bring those cases into the bedroom? I already have a few piles ready to pack. You'll need to catch up."

"Catch up?" He shook his head, his composure slipping once again. An almost stern expression slipped over his face, but you knew him well enough that he was trying to work out whatever puzzle he'd just been handed. His head shook once more a moment later. "Sweetheart, you've lost me."

"You and me," you motioned with your finger between you two, "are going away for a few weeks."

His brows drew tighter together, creating crinkles that you used to smooth out with your thumb.

It beckoned you as it always did, but you stayed where you were. You didn't exactly want a repeat of his earlier rigidness when you attempted to erase the space between you. A space that hadn't existed since the early days of you two getting together. A space you couldn't help hoping this vacation would help ease in ways that time had only managed to increase these past weeks.

"I thought…"

His voice trailed off, unable to continue with whatever he'd been about to say, but you had to know. "You thought what?"

His throat bobbed again, and his gaze dropped to the floor near his feet. His words came out thick, raspy, and stammered, "I thought you were leaving me."

Even as you suspected those were the words he would speak, they still slammed into you.

You swallowed back the soft cry that came with the pain of those words spoken aloud.

Nothing stopped you then from closing the distance between you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tugged him close until you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you equally close. Not an inch of space remained between you as you settled in his arms, anchored by your legs hooked around his hips. Your fingers wove their way into his hair until you could grip and tug his locks. You did so until his gaze met yours.

"Steven Rogers, you really think I'm some meek little mouse? That I married you without knowing the risks I'd be taking by being yours and you mine? That I haven't had Nat and Bucky training me since the day we officially announced we were dating? Or doubling my training when their schedules allowed after we got engaged?"

"No, but—"

You cut off whatever protest he might've given with a kiss, quick but firm against his lips. While you'd never consider the kiss one meant to lead toward a night of passion, it worked as if it had been. He reciprocated after a fraction of a second, his mind quickly recognizing and following your lead. Even when you pulled away, he tried to follow you, having missed this simple intimacy as you had.

A smile threatened to tug your lips upward, but you fought the urge.

With Steve now so receptive, you took this moment to finally have the talk you two had been circling without actually confronting. This was so unlike the two of you, and that was the hardest truth you'd had to confront earlier that day when it'd smacked you.

"My love, my darling husband, please do me the greatest favor and stop taking advice from Tony. He may have slept with more women than there are in Manhattan, but he knows very little about them. All you need to do is ask Pepper and she'd tell you the same."

When his brows drew together this time, you didn't hesitate in smoothing the crinkles that appeared as he asked, "How did you…"

"FRIDAY patched me into the lab earlier. I was hoping to have lunch with you since I missed you, missed us." You met his widening eyes with an arched brow. "Imagine my surprise hearing you two discussing how I wasn't acting as Tony was all too certain I would be after being kidnapped. To hear him say how much Pepper clung to him, which she was so thrilled to hear herself when I sent the recording not long after I asked FRIDAY to cut the connection."

Pink stained Steve's cheeks, a rarity anymore but gave him away without saying.

"Is his bad advice why you've been hovering so much these past weeks?" you asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You didn't need to be louder for his enhanced hearing to pick up your words. At his nod, you sighed, "Oh, my love."

His grip on you tightened. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

You knew his apology went far beyond the hovering or the lack of communication. It encompassed all you two had dealt with the past few weeks, the kidnapping, the loneliness, and everything between. Just as you would with him, he wanted to make all your fear, hurt, and pain go away. He wanted to make it his and his alone to bear.

With a shake of your head, you pressed another kiss to his lips, softer this time.

This one lasted far less time than the first, but it was no less potent as you two continued to rediscover the smaller parts of yourselves that you'd lost but missed dearly.

"You nearly got yourself blown up to save me. Completely unnecessary from what Bucky's told me since then," you started, frowning at your husband. It was the only way to show him your disapproval that he'd listen to from your experience. Only when his face shifted into something resembling an apology did you continue, "I thought you needed me to be okay. It's what an Avengers' significant other does. I even convinced myself that I was okay."

Steve whispered your name when you paused to take a breath.

You shook your head. Your fingers weaved through his hair, taking comfort in the way it shifted and curled around them.

"It didn't even hit me how miserable I've been until I overheard your little convo with Tony. I didn't realize that by trying to prove I was okay, I've been putting you at arm's length. I've been hurting you, haven't I?"

The stricken expression that shifted over his previous one was answer enough.

"I'm so, so sorry, my love," you said, your voice breaking as several shameful emotions washed over you. You'd been just as blind to what you'd been doing as he'd been. It hurt to realize that you had, but at least, you knew you could do better going forward. You would do better.

Your head dropped to his shoulder as several shudders passed through you.

Though, you couldn't be fully sure they all belonged to you as Steve mimicked your actions. His body finally released the same tension he'd been holding as long as you had. Warm tears trailed down your shoulder to your collar just as warm tears trailed down your cheeks.

You both remained like that for several minutes. It was as if time slowed just for the two of you. It gave you those precious minutes to just be with one another again, to reconnect what you thought lost. What you had lost and almost lost.

A rumbling stomach pulled you apart with soft huffs of laughter.

"I might've skipped lunch," you admitted softly. "I just wanted to get everything set in motion, and I did. All that's left is packing what we're taking with us once you decide where we're going."

Expecting a reprimand for being neglectful of your health, you weren't prepared for the gentle shake of Steve's head or the sweet smile that graced his features. You definitely didn't expect the teasing glint that came into his eyes as he tilted his head to study you.

"Are you the reason Bucky and Sam cornered me before I left? They both declared they were under strict orders to bench me. Then told me that they'd be handling all my missions for the next few weeks. They even went so far as to lock me out of my office."

You gasped. "They didn't?"

"They did," his smile grew, "and I'll show them my gratitude later."

He took his first step into your home, causing you to squeak and grab onto him tighter. His rich laugh echoed off the walls in genuine pleasure at hearing you. His grip never faltered but rather tightened, keeping you safe. His giant steps brought you to the kitchen where he soon set you on the counter, patting your thigh.

"Now, sweetheart, let me whip something up for you while you tell me this grand scheme you've devised for us."

Over the next thirty or so minutes, you watched him whip up a grilled chicken salad with a few extras. Your eyes never left him, enjoying the view as he easily maneuvered around the kitchen with such ease. The sight was one you never wanted to take for granted as you recalled his earliest efforts and the progress he'd made since then. Plus, you just loved looking at him with the apron he insisted on wearing. How one man could look both so cute and so sexy at the same time was beyond you.

While he worked, you kept up your end of the bargain, outlining your plans for you two over the next few weeks. You didn't leave out one step in either itinerary you created that held activities you both enjoyed. It was truly an effort of love to create something to reconnect you both. You even made sure to leave some alone time should either of you desire it.

"So, mountains or beach?" you finally asked as he handed you your bowl and a fork.

He took a bite of his food, chewing while he carefully considered the two options you presented.

"Well, sweetheart, it seems to me you've already decided."

You frowned at him. "I haven't."

"Didn't you say something about me needing to catch up on packing earlier? If you've already started, then you must have a destination in mind that you'd prefer. So…"

Your smile returned with a hint of mischief. Leaning into him, you caught the way his smugness shifted into a bit of neediness. Staring a little too long at his lips tended to do that as you well knew. You used it to your advantage, too.

When he leaned in, you moved so your lips caught his cheek instead, earning a muffled groan.

It also gave you the perfect angle to whisper into his ear, "Well, I may have done a little shopping before coming home earlier. I thought some new lingerie that went well with either destination was called for."

"Do I get to see this lingerie before we head out?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Gotta wait until we get there, but first, stud, you gotta decide."

"They both sound so good, sweetheart." He took your empty bowl from you and set it in the sink. His hand, now free, reached into his pocket, fetching something you couldn't quite make out. At least, until he held it up for you to see. "Heads Carolina, Tails California?"

You nodded, your smiling growing until your cheeks hurt.

Whatever side the coin landed, you couldn't wait to see what this next adventure would bring for you two. You just knew that you'd do it together like you were meant to, and that's all that mattered.

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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 17 | "a fine spray of scarlet"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 4,988

Summary: You and Dave seem to have earned your Happily Ever After.. but ghosts from the past linger and threaten that dream.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. CNC relationship. Somnophilia. Unprotected piv. Anal. Domestic fluff. Reader is a bitch to Carol and Carol is a bitch right back. Angst. Relationship woes. TW for violence, home invasion, and murder. Stupor due to shock. Chekhov’s head shot from ch. 13

Author's note: I know, I KNOW! I haven't updated in forever.. I honestly just wanted to let Dave and Sweetpea keep their happiness a little longer before the drama started again. But I'm up to the task and I'm ready to bring these two crazies back in action! Also, yes @yorksgirl at one point Dave will shown to be a GNR fan, but Bon Jovi has been a constant on my Spotify lately 🩷 I've added the inspired songs at the end.

I went back and read this series to try to get back into the feel of it, and I started seeing Sweetpea as a final girl from a horror film. She starts off friendly and willing, despite the trauma in her own past, and grows from heartbreak into a savvy, street smart woman who no longer dismisses any eventuality of danger. Super prepared is what I'd call her.

Also.. 🎵Caroline... she's the reason for the word bitch🎶

dividers by @saradika-graphics & @thecutestgrotto 👑

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The best thing about finally working on your Happily Ever After with Dave is that he comes home to you every night. You're no longer a secret, a toy to stash away so he won't get caught. He fucks you anywhere and everywhere in the home you now share, the one you thought you'd grow old and alone in, preferring it that way.

You know the commute isn't easy on him, mostly spending time with you on weekends and working from your home as often as he can. It may be why he takes fewer jobs - albeit, the ones that pay the most. You continue managing Pour Decisions, the most popular place in St. Louis for pub crawls and post-Cardinals games get-togethers. It doesn't allow for a lot of time together, especially in the midst of planning a wedding. It's not an ideal situation, but you make do with what you're given and you do it out of love.

Your favorite nights are when he comes home from some underhanded, off-the-books job. He doesn't ever tell you what it is, or where he's going, or how long he'll be gone, and while this is born of a need to keep you safe from the facts, you know better than to ask. You're not implicating yourself.

He's a little less ephemeral than before, less of a ghost appearing only when he's ready, like the days when you were his kids' live-in nanny. But even when he's not there in the dead of night your senses are filled with him.. because when he comes back you know what kind of mood he'll be in..

You're fast asleep, curled up on your side with his pillow under your arm, inhaling his scent until he can be there for real. And Dave is so quiet you don't even hear him until you feel the bed dip beneath you and his fingers curl into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Wha-" you're barely able to eke out before Dave roughly pulls them down, pressing you onto your stomach on the bed. He takes the pillow you're holding and places it under your belly, lifting your hips and ass towards him. You barely have time to react before you feel the substantial glide of his hard cock into your willing, waiting warmth.

He waits only a heartbeat before he starts slamming into you, his grip on your hips merciless as he uses you to vent his frustrations.

Job gone right, job gone wrong, doesn't matter. You're the prize he gets to claim when he comes home at night.

His chest against your back, his arms wrap around your shoulders, keeping you prone as he thrusts madly inside you, fucking away any worries or thoughts that are plaguing him. His teeth nip at your earlobe, his growls of pleasure clear as day. You can only take what he has to give, your hands bunching up the bedsheets.

"Take it, take it," he murmurs, the slap of his hips against your ass prevalent in the room. "My good girl, my perfect angel, making me all clean again.."

He's perfectly angled to hit your sweet spot, not being gentle about it, needing to get rid of the leftover adrenaline still pumping through his system. Your cries are muffled by your pillow. Use me, use me, use me you're mumbling, panting as he brings you to the brink and crashes into you, staying still as your warm wet channel traps him and pulsates, your walls tightening around him. Not yet satisfied, Dave gathers saliva and spits onto your asshole, spreading it open with his fingers before plunging in deep, only giving you a moment's respite to catch your breath before he starts fucking your ass, eliciting strangled moans from your sweet mouth. You know the safe word, the only thing that can stop this, but it never enters your mind to speak it. You need this as much as Dave does. Moments later you both come, your tight hole coaxing him to spurt his white-hot jets of his thick, sticky spend deep inside you.

Your alarm doesn't wake you the next day. What does wake you is the sound of the shower on and, quietly, almost as if he doesn't want you to hear him, Dave is singing.

Squinting as you get up you listen intently, trying to clear away the cobwebs of your interrupted sleep. Sure enough, you catch snippets of Dave's singing. Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name", and it brings a smile to your face. When he emerges, his song better heard as he comes back into the bedroom, towel slung around his hips. His eyes go a little wide when he sees you're awake and you swear it's the first time you've ever seen the man blush.

"What, no encore?" you tease, laying on the bed propped up on one elbow. "I was hoping you'd do 'Wanted Dead or Alive', or maybe 'Livin' on a Prayer.'"

"I didn't take you for an eighties music fan."

"It's considered oldies now."

He scoffs, dark eyes watching you with an appreciation for your barb. "Do you even know the name of the album those songs are from?" he challenges.

"Hmm.. I think it was.. Slippery When Wet." With that you pull she sheets away so he can get the entire view of you.

Dave smirks, pouncing on you and wasting no time in getting rid of the towel around his waist.

You get ready for the day, flannel shorts pajamas and a long-sleeve henley on under your comfy robe. The mornings are still chilly here, even in the springtime. You start a pot of coffee, all smiles as the day begins.

Dave comes out of the room, dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a navy blue tee. He sees you eyeing his crotch and he sneaks up behind you, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "Can I have some?"

"I hope you're talking about the coffee, because I'm still pretty sore from earlier."

"I've got to remind you who you belong to now." He lightly spanks your butt.

"You can have some coffee if you give me a kiss."

"Where I want to kiss you isn't appropriate for the kitchen."

"You weren't saying that Tuesday night."

He chuckles at that and turns you around, tracing your jawline with his fingertip before cupping your face and going in for his kiss. His lips are soft, all form of facial hair shaved off just moments before, and his aftershave is subtle, something that reminds you of the ocean. There's a hint of toothpaste in his kiss. "Good enough," you say as you break apart, teasing even as your knees almost go weak from his touch.

You pour him a pot, fixing it just the way he likes, and it transports you back to those days, half a decade earlier, when you and Dave were the only ones in the household awake, sharing small talk over morning coffee, in the days before you found each other on a deeper level.

So much has changed. So much bad could have tainted what you have, but now you're on the verge of having everything you want.

When Ben is hungry Dave jumps into action, insisting on making lunch himself.

That catches your attention. "Oh? What do you plan to make?"

He blushes a little, a rare sight. "I may not be the greatest cook in the kitchen, but I do make a mean grilled cheese."

"Grilled cheese sounds perfect. Can I do anything to help?"

Dave shakes his head. "You can help by just sitting there and looking beautiful. It's the easiest job in the world for you," he says with a smirk, kissing her temple before starting on lunch.

You watch him as he moves around the kitchen, slight pauses here and there while he goes over a mental checklist of what he needs to do. "I don't think I've ever seen you cook before. It's kind of sexy." It's fascinating to watch him, seeing the concentration on his face as he gathers the ingredients, a pale blue kitchen towel over one shoulder.

"Are you trying to seduce me while I'm cooking?" His smirk makes her melt just like the butter in the pan he's heating up.

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you seduced me during various chores back in the day."

He laughs, remembering. "How could I be held accountable when you looked so god damn hot folding my clothes?"

"We did a lot of things we weren't supposed to," you reply. The past is still rife with unanswered questions and pieces of frozen time you wish you could change.. it's best not to dwell on it too much, and just face forward to the future. Nothing stops you from going up and kissing his cheek as he's at the stove. "Don't let the sandwiches burn," you whisper playfully.

The three of you sit down to eat in the breakfast nook. It's a quiet day before the hustle and bustle of play dates and office meetings. You wish you could bottle up this moment for all time.

"My favorite guys in the whole world.." You give Dave and Ben a warm smile. They smile back and Dave reaches out to give your hand a little squeeze. "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right now."

"Me neither," you tell him. "And we deserve it after all this time."

It's going to be a wonderful life.

"Thank you so much for waiting, Carol!"

A false smile is plastered on your face as you approach the table at the newest French restaurant in town. Wearing a crisp new white sheath dress, your neck adorned with the Anne Boleyn "B" necklace Dave gave you years ago, you give Carol a hug even though she hasn't risen from her seat to greet you, and she looks like she'd rather stab you with the butter knife than to show you any type of affection. But the fact that she even deigned to come all this way and see you is something of a relief.

You've spritzed on too much Marc Jacobs Daisy and you know it as she starts to sniffle. Sitting down across from her you study the woman you've now replaced.

She's older now, a few strands of gray in her dark hair, but it suits her. You know what Dave saw in her when they met, how he could have fallen in love with her, but times change. Both of you have changed too.

Carol says your name with an icy chill in her voice. "You asked me here. What do you want?"

The waiter comes by and you order an Aperol Spritz, and Carol orders a stronger vodka martini.

"It's a little early in the day, isn't it?" You smile at her, baring your teeth to show you can't be messed with. "Sorry to arrive so late. Dave and I just got back from the cabin- you remember the cabin, right? We spent a weekend there with our son just to get away, and it was so peaceful. I really love that little place."

Carol looks like she'll throw up if you don't stop talking, and part of you is keen on actually going that far.

"I'll dipense with the small talk," you say, thanking the waiter as he arrives with your drinks. Grabbing your sunset-colored drink with your left hand, you silently show off the engagement diamond Dave bought for you, sparkling in the afternoon light.

"Dave tells me you're seeing someone. I think that's so great," you emphasize the last two words. "Tom.. from Scranton?"

"Ted. From Philadelphia," Carol coldly corrects. "He's an investment banker."

"Ooh. A real wolf of Wall Street."

"You said you'd stop the small talk."

"I did," you smile somewhat apologetically after a sip of the drink. "I think it's a shame you're not letting the girls come to the wedding. Dave wants them there. I know it would make him happy for them to share in his joy of marrying someone he really loves."

"Is that the story they told you? That I'm the one not permitting them to go?"

You shrug good-naturedly. "It seems like you're a little jealous.. maybe you haven't yet accepted that Dave and I are together. And it's such a shame, really," you quickly add, seeing Carol start to turn red by your not-so-subtle jab. "Molly has her learner's permit and Dave's already looking at cars for her. Alice is interested in STEM summer camp, and who did she ask for the money for the registration fee?" You smile sweetly, pointing to yourself. "I happily gave it to her. She was pleased as punch, Carol. Dave and I don't know why you deny the girls anything when we can give them everything."

The ex-Mrs York has heard enough, and it shows in the way she slams her empty rocks glass down none too gently.

"You think your life with him is going to be perfect? Some kind of fairy tale born of the transgression you both took part in? You think you know David York?" Carol's smile is evil. "He cheated on me with you for months. I admit to having my suspicions, and he confessed everything to me after I showed him that disgusting video you sent me. You should have seen the tears in his eyes. He looked like a man repentant and lost.. he begged for me to stay with him. I almost did," she says, her eyes taking on a faraway look as if to imagine where that road would have led her.

"He admitted to everything. He sang like a canary. I know about the women before you, and believe me, they were younger and prettier and bouncier than you. But do you want to know what the best part is?" she whispers conspiratorily.

You're frowning, your drink practically untouched, gathering condensation. Your entire body is tense and you're gritting your teeth. You want to get up and leave but you're rooted to the spot. Some dark part of you wants to hear what happened after you destroyed the York family.

"After he begged me to stay and I refused, he begged for something else instead." A slow smile curls her lips upward. "He begged to make love to me. I shouldn't have, considering all he'd put me through, but it ended up being the best fuck either of us have ever had in our lives."

"You're a bitch," you whisper, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. You quickly rub them away, not wanting to give Carol the satisfaction of watching you cry.

"And you're just a kid trying to play with the grownups," she replies, her voice like ice. "I don't think you're anywhere near ready to fuck with me."

She gathers her purse, taking her time and enjoying the way you're lips are trembling with unshed tears. "Have you ever heard the term, 'how you get him is how you lose him'? Woman to woman, honey, I'm being candid with you. What he did to me he'll do to you. Men his age don't change. You just have to decide how much pain you want to live with."

She rises from her seat, a sweet smile on her face like her words hadn't just been spoken and eyes the necklace you wear. "You're a history buff, right? Then you should know that historically, second wives don't fare very well." She then snaps the string of pearls against your skin before leaving.

You hate it. You hate everything about today. The defeated feeling sits in your stomach like a large stone, replacing all the good and bubbly feelings you'd left the house with today, all your hope squashed and misshapen in the face of new information and intrusive thoughts.

There's a chill in the air as you leave the restaurant, the sky grey overhead. Moisture is in the air, impending rainstorms, quite the opposite of what the weather app predicted today. You walk to your car, having foregone using the valet service. Every available penny is going towards your dream wedding, despite Dave wanting to pay for it all himself. He's paying child support and alimony. You can't let him put himself in debt, no matter how many extra "jobs" he can get in the meantime.

It hurts to think about Dave in any context other than your fiancé. There's a desperate hope in your lungs that everything she said about him was a lie, a ruse to slap those rose-colored glasses right off your face. You can't let that bitch have the satisfaction of knowing it's working.

"Hey, miss! You dropped something!" A voice calls out behind you. You turn quickly, snapped out of your dreary thoughts. About thirty feet away a man is approaching, holding up a handkerchief. It's not yours, but despite your unsettled thoughts, you pull your phone from your camera and threaten to call the police. "That's not mine! Leave me alone!" Just to be safe you snap a quick picture of him, your other hand in your purse where your pepper spray is. The man puts his hands up and backs away, and you watch him until he's out of sight.

You open the door to your car, checking the backseat just to be safe. It's empty. Breathing a sigh of relief you start the car and head home.

Unfortunately, Carol's gotten into your head. You hate every word she told you, imagining over and over how Dave must have groveled for her forgiveness (if she's to be believed) and how powerful the emotions were when they had sex (again, if Carol was even telling the truth.) Despite her taunts, you find yourself wondering about other things you'd never put in your mind before. Other awful avenues of possibility have to be thought of.

You know all of Dave's dirty secrets. Not necessarily the details, but you've been trusted with things he'd never told Carol before. In times past that would have made you happy. Boastful, even. But now the devil on your shoulder is reminding you of little facts you'd never thought would pertain to you.

Like spousal testimonial privilege. If Dave is ever caught and would face a prison sentence, you'd be unable to testify against him.

You can't help thinking you're just a means to an end. And if you ever did threaten to speak out against him.. well, he's already planned to kill you once. That you know of.

Sitting across from him at the dinner table, the mood has taken a downward shift. You push the food around your plate, a frown etching lines onto your face as you avoid Dave across the table from you. He's chatting happily with Ben, encouraging him to eat some more green beans.

"What's wrong?" he asks you after giving his son a kiss on the head.

You glide your tongue along your teeth as you search for an answer. He'll see through a lie. But telling him the truth might be worse.

"Come on," he says softly, reaching your your hand across the table and stroking the top of it softly with his thumb.

"Do you love me?" you ask all of a sudden.

"Sweetpea," he says softly, "what kind of question is that? Of course I do." He brushes a soft kiss to your knuckles.

However, it does little to quell your fears. "Don't you hate me for what I did? For breaking up your perfect life with your perfect wife and kids?"

Dave's whole countenance changes. He releases your hand, wiping his mouth with his napkin before setting it down next to his plate.

"What did she tell you?" he asks, as if already knowing his ex-wife is to blame for your mood. "I told you it wasn't a good idea to meet with her. She's a manipulative bit-" he casts a quick glance at his son and changes his word. "She's manipulative. She wants to get under your skin."

"So you didn't fu-" now it's your turn to remember Ben and to change what you're going to say. "You didn't.. lay with her and beg her to take you back?"

"Sweetpea," he says, and you spot the vein in his forehead start to throb. He's anxious and feeling cornered. Nobody gives him those things better than you.

"Do you think any of that matters now? We're together, we're going to get married. Carol has no right to take up any space in your head."

His words ring true, but the selfish, self-antagonizing part of you refuses to let go. You're holding onto this pain like it's treasure. Because for the past few years, pain has been your only currency.

You want to ask why he's marrying you, why he's keeping you around after all. That odd man in the parking lot - was he hired by Carol? Dave? Could it have been a total coincidence? Your defenses are up and you know it's going to be harder to trust him now. You feel foolish for ever thinking things could be square between you and the man whose life you ruined.

From that night, things are chilly between you and Dave. It's like walking a tightrope, a balancing act between acting on how you really feel and risking everything because you're having doubts.You maintain a pleasant facade for Ben's sake, but you're already sleeping facing away from each other, the silent treatment a strain on your relationship, your sex life now nonexistent.

You hate feeling like this, becoming grateful for any little glance he throws you, and then shutting him down when you feel he's getting too close. Dave's no stranger to mind games. He plays them just as well, especially as you've become good at them.

It's an uneventful day when it happens. Paige is with Ben at the playground while you're folding laundry, storing it gently away. You grab Dave's shirts from the hamper, giving them a quick sniff at the collar to take in the last remnants of his cologne. The pain in your heart is starting to overshadow the anger and dismissiveness you've felt towards him these past couple of weeks. Maybe tonight you could forgive him, make his favorite meal and then lead him to the bedroom. Superficially speaking, you've missed the heavy press of him against you in the mornings, the way he'd come up behind you in the bed or in the shower and take what he wanted -- what you enthusiastically gave.

Monotonous chores help alleviate the pain of dwelling on your situation. It would be the easiest thing to go to the spare bedroom/office where Dave is working in quiet and sit on his lap, wrap your arms around him, tell him you want to forget your little tiff. But you also know you're not quite sure which of his temperaments you'll be met with. He might say all is forgotten and still hold it over your head.

But the injurious thought that perhaps he'll walk away still lingers, a grey cloud over what was once your surety, your happiness. You didn't come all this way and grow from broken glass just to fall apart in his arms again. He can come to you and apologize. Even if it takes forever.

You were a fool to think happiness was so easily achievable, that it was meant for someone like you. All this time you knew better and the moment he asked to be part of your life again, you gave up that hard-edged part of yourself you'd come to love. So much for independence.

A sound snaps you from your bitter train of thought, and readiness pauses you, your head on a swivel as you hold your breath and will your heart to pound a little less loudly. It could be nothing.

But you didn't reinvent yourself by taking every perceived danger as "nothing."

Your smart watch alerts you to the back door being opened and your heart nearly stops as your brain goes into overdrive. The person shown onscreen is NOT someone you know. Somehow he knew the access code.

As you're hurrying quietly to where you keep your gun, you use your watch to tap out a quick text to Paige telling her to keep Ben at the park. No reason to worry her, you just tell her you and Dave will meet them there later.

Dave. Where is he? Gun in hand you keep your back to the wall as you make your way to the hallway. Daring a peek out you see the opposite end of the house, and Dave's office with the door closed, a slit of light showing underneath the door. You hope he's gotten the door alert as well, but the fact that he hasn't left the room is concerning.

You move swiftly into the dining room, pausing in wait as you listen out for footsteps or anything that will help locate the intruder. And there it is - the soft scrape of a chair against the kitchen tile.

With your heart in your throat you charge into the kitchen, gun drawn on the intruder, and you recognize him at once.

About five foot ten, medium build, dark hoodie and black jeans.

It's the same guy from the parking lot that day you met Carol at the restaurant. And now he's in your house, an intruder in your safe place.

The gun in his hand as he lifts his aim registers for a split second before you shoot first, watching in horror and awe as your bullet blows him backwards against the kitchen door and he slumps against it, blood pouring from the exit wound at the back of his head.

Dave emerges from his office just in time to see you shoot, and the intruder crumple to the floor, a big black blood stain on your perfectly curated, lemon-themed kitchen. Definitely dead, if the singular bullet wound to the forehead is any sign. Nice headshot, he thinks, before picking up the dead man's gun and walking over to check on you.

You're on the floor, knees huddled to your chest. He takes the gun you're clinging to and gently removes it from your grip, placing both weapons on the table above you, out of reach. "Sweet pea.. are you okay?" He cups your face, brings your eyes to his but there's nothing behind them. You seem empty, a shell. He brings you close to him, holding you tightly and stroking your hair. "It's okay, baby, I've got you.." Above you the mirror hanging in the dining room is shattered, evidence of the intruder's only shot fired off. Just a few inches to the right and he would have killed you.

Dave places his sweater over you to keep you from going into shock, and within a matter of minutes he's called his team to come by. As they start on getting rid of the body and cleaning up the crime scene, Dave brings you to the bathroom and starts a shower. He undresses you with great care, and sheds his own clothes, testing the water before he steps in with you.

He washes your hair, using your favorite peony scented shampoo and lathering it well, letting the conditioner set in while he tenderly washes your body. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder after rinsing out your hair, making sure no bubbles are left.

"You know we can't stay here anymore," he murmurs to you, nudging your ear with his nose. "You know that, right, sweetpea?"

Numbly, you nod. You're still frozen, seeing that man's face in your mind, the look of shock that came over him as you fired the deadly bullet, the fine spray of scarlet that splattered against the pale yellow wall.

The kitchen looks brand new, as if nothing had ever occurred there. Dave's team had come in while you were asleep, practically dead to the world after taking a sleeping pill. You don't ask what happened to the body. You're pretty sure Dave wouldn't tell you anyway. It's not something you need to know. He'd called Paige and asked him to take Ben to her place, without going into too much detail.

Within the week the house is on the market, all your important possessions packed in a U-haul. You only allow a sliver of emotion to pierce your heart as you say goodbye to the home you thought you'd raise your son in. You had hopes and dreams of leaving it to him upon your death so he could raise his own family there. Now all that is up in smoke. Ben is snuggled in the backseat with Paige, both of them napping in the backseat. Raindrops plop on the windows, quickly cleared away by the windshield wipers' steady movement. The sky is gray, with thunder booming in the distance. Dave's hand is holding onto yours in your lap. There are too many unasked questions filling the space between you. Whether out of a need for safety or a need for delusion, you keep those questions to yourself, letting them dissolve in your throat. Only the occasional glance at Dave ensures that everything will be fine, especially when he catches your look and gives you that little smile that makes you melt.

He turns on the radio, searching for a station that isn't spotty due to the storm. An oldies rock station is playing "Livin' On a Prayer" by none other than Bon Jovi. You and Dave exchange a glance, little secretive smile gracing your mouths.

"Told you it's oldies now," you tease him.

He just chuckles, squeezing your hand and turning up the volume a little, singing to you.

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[johanna-swann]

Re: yesterday's post about Maddie.

I completely agree! Also I'm so glad you brought up her telling the guy to kill himself. I feel like I haven't seen many people talk about that and I feel like the insane one? Like hello???

It's bugged me so much because Maddie isn't just some random person on the street she received training on what to do in these situations and was prepared for people on those calls possibly threatening her personally. She's not in a position where she has to handle this alone or has reason to mistrust the police, but she completely lost it and tried to talk a person into killing themselves?

We later found out the guy wasn't even the killer they were looking for, he ended up as a murder victim. Yet the show only comments on this twice, once by Maddie's supervisors basically applauding her for handling the situation like a pro (???) and once in a conversation with Chimney who only worries how this might've brought back Maddie's own suicidal ideation.

[In that specific situation and coming from Chimney more than okay, but how is this the only time it's brought up?]

Literally nobody cared that Maddie really crossed some lines there. Because she's a victim. And a victim can't be a perpetrator, right?

That's why her stalking that couple in season 3 was never a big deal (she ended up saving a life and looking like a hero while the other abused woman was framed as unhinged and beyond help, so Maddie's actions couldn't have been that wrong), it's why it's never framed as overstepping when she confronts Buck about Daniel before he's ready and in the work place too (Buck may be hurt, but Maddie suffered more and thus can't be blamed for anything), it's why her leaving in season 5 like she did is never held against her (she was sick and in pain so it's fine).

[To be clear, I have no issue with her leaving initially, but the way she broke of all contact and gave no sign of life for months even after she got better? Mental illness isn't some unlimited free pass. That's actually kinda ableist tbh.]

I don't judge Maddie for these mistakes, but I wish we could acknowledge that they were mistakes or better yet that the show acknowledged those mistakes. That Maddie was wrong, that Maddie hurt people with her actions when she could've acted differently. Maddie is in control and responsible for her behaviour, mental health struggles don't absolve you of that. She's not a helpless child who doesn't know any better.

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Confessions

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N 'SUP BITCHES, I'M BACK TO POSTING... But on a serious note kinda I think at this point I've got to accept that I haven't got the mental capacity or attention span to regularly post on Tumblr. Also, there will be a part two to this. maybe even a part three. I also want to thank those who have continously supported my other posts although I haven't posted any new fics in months I love you all. And as always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Summary Confessions are made and discussed, changing the dynamics between you, Steve and Bucky

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Warnings Fluff and angst.....lots of angst.

Today, you and Steve were going on your monthly date. You were dressed in the new outfit you bought with Natasha the day before. Your makeup was minimal, and your hair was in Steve’s favourite style. He wouldn't admit it, but every time you do your hair like this, it always ends in some mind-blowing orgasms. 

 

“Are you ready, doll?” Steve shouted from the bedroom as you were checking your outfit in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in your ensuite.

 

“Yes, I just need to get my bag and phone,” you responded.

 

“I’ve already got them for you.” 

 

You walked out of the bathroom, smiling at your boyfriend since he knew how forgetful you are. He held up your bag and you checked it to ensure nothing had been forgotten, and unsurprisingly, everything you needed was in there. 

 

“Thanks, babe,” you told him before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

 

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You had arrived at the restaurant just in time for your reservation. Steve made sure to open the door before you could open it for yourself, and you thanked him. You approached the host stand and waited for a minute before a waitress with long, purple hair and an array of piercings approached you.

 

“Do you guys have a reservation for tonight?” She asked with a smile.

 

“Yes, for Rogers,” Steve told her.

 

She typed on the laptop on the desk, “Ah, yes.” She clicked on something and then asked you to follow her. 

 

She took you to a table in the far corner of the restaurant, which meant you and Steve could have more privacy. Both of you thanked the waitress after she handed you a couple of menus.

 

“I didn’t think you were going to take me somewhere so expensive, I would’ve worn nicer clothes,” you told Steve, looking around the large restaurant with dim lighting and elegant tables and chairs. “The menu doesn’t even have the prices on it.”

 

Steve playfully rolled his eyes and responded, “ Firstly, my love, you wouldn’t be comfy in your nicer clothes, and secondly, you’re not paying, so order what you want and I’ll pay.”

 

You stuck your tongue out at him and proceeded to look through the menu while talking to Steve about your week. 

 

After 10 minutes, the waitress returned, and you and Steve ordered your drinks and food. She returned a minute later with your drinks, telling you that your food would be out shortly.

You both put your menus to the side and looked at each other. There was a tension in the air and neither of you wanted to discuss it.

After a minute of being uncomfortable, you huffed and broke the silence, “So, Bucky.” 

“Yeah, Bucky,” Steve responded, looking down.

“Y’know you don’t have to feel guilty,” you tried to grab his hand but he just pulled away- your eyes softened at the action.

“I do,” he took a deep, shaky breath “I confessed to my girlfriend of 3 years that I have a crush on my childhood best friend.” 

“You don’t need to be ashamed Steve, you can love another man.”

“I know…it.. it's not that.”

“Then what is it, babe? I can’t begin to help you if you don’t tell me where the issue is.” 

“Do you not see the issue, I love you and Bucky….If you make me choose…I-”

You cut him off before he could say more, “Who said you had to choose?”

“Wh…what?”

“I really didn’t want to tell you this but I have a thing for you AND Bucky but when we got together I didn’t want to tell you that I also found your best friend of over 80 years hot.” 

Steve’s face scrunched up in confusion, “So why did you agree to go out with me, darlin’?”

You smiled “Because you asked me first and I assumed that since you approached me, I wasn’t Bucky’s type. But that’s ok because you’re amazing. I truly feel the same way about you and Bucky. I-I just didn’t want to admit it for a long time.”

A smile had crept its way onto Steve’s face. “So where do we go from here?”

“Well, it depends on what you want. If you want to continue our relationship then I’ll be happy but if you want to pursue a relationship with Bucky then I'm equally as happy. Your happiness is what determined my happiness so if you have to be with Bucky to be happy I'm not making you choose, I'm simply letting you love the person you want to not who you feel like you should love,” tears had started to gather in your waterline and Steve’s too. You were about to continue but Steve got there first.

“But I want both of you,” his voice cracked on the last word and your heart shattered.

“You can have both of us, I was just about to say that we could discuss adding Bucky to our relationship.

Steve looked you in the eye, “Really?” he was wiping away the tears that had started to fall, “how does that work?” 

“Have you heard of polyamory before?” Steve just shook his head in response “Well, it's a word used to describe a relationship involving more than two people.”

“You would do that?” he asked his tone hopeful.

“Of course I would I love you so so so much and Bucky is so sweet and amazing,” you replied with a smile.

Steve was about to respond but the waitress came along with your food and placed it on the table in front of you and Steve.

“We can continue this talk after dinner,” you offered to which Steve agreed. 

You ate your food in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before you both finished and decided against dessert in favour of getting back to the compound and talking to Bucky. 

The waitress brought the bill over and Steve paid, leaving a hefty tip as you both left, hand in hand, getting yourselves ready to talk to Bucky about your…… shared interest in him.

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[riddles-n-games]

I Could Kiss You

Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: A rewrite from Ch. 77 in TIG after they land and before Jameson's realization that Avery's birthday is also Emily's death date. Length: Short Story Type: Rewrite

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A/N: Hey guys, I haven't posted in a while but I found this in drafts and forgot how quickly I managed to write this so here it is. A very random but had to be done fic from the first book because I'm feeling homesick for it. BTW, always feel free to shoot me a message if you want to be added to the tag list!

By the time the copter touched down, I felt like I was getting ready to burst out of my skin. I hopped out before the blades had fully stopped, adrenaline-fueled and giddy.

    Eight. One. One. Zero.

    Jameson bounded toward me. “We did it, Heiress.” He stopped right in front of me, lifting his hands, palm up. Drunk on the high of the helicopter, I did the same, and his fingers locked through mine. “Four middle names. Four numbers.”

    His tone was infectious and there it was again. The buzz, the excitement. A new clue, another puzzle piece to put into place. Four numbers, a finished set but what did they mean? That was a mystery which meant-Game on. I could literally hear his voice in my head.

    Kissing him had been a mistake. Holding his hands now was a mistake—but I didn’t care. 

    “Eight, one, one, zero,” I said. “That’s the order we discovered the numbers in—and the order of the clues in the will.” Westbrook, Davenport, Winchester, and Blackwood, in that order. “A combination, maybe?”

    “There are at least a dozen safes in the House,” Jameson mused. “But there are other possibilities. An address… coordinates… and there’s no guarantee that the clue isn’t scrambled. To solve it, we may have to reorder the numbers.”

    An address. Coordinates. A combination. I closed my eyes, just for a second, just long enough for my brain to put another possibility into words. “A date?” All four clues were numbers; they were also single digits. For a combination lock or coordinates, I would have expected some two-digit entries. But a date…

    “Yes! That’s what I was about to say. You’re-” He laughed, a wide smile on his face while he contemplated whatever it was that he was thinking. Suddenly, he leaned down, cupped my cheeks and kissed me. I froze but before I could even protest or do anything, he was already pulling away, looking horrified, perhaps realizing what he just did. 

    His eyes were wide, the pupils so big they took over the green of his irises and his jaw was slack with disbelief. His hand went to his mouth and he turned to the side, running his other hand through his hair before he turned back to me.

    “Um, I’m-I’m sorry. I… I have no idea why I just did that. Sorry Heiress.” I wasn’t fully registering the apology or his actions but I felt my hand subconsciously going to my lips and my fingers grazing my lower one. “You can slap me if you want. I give you permission to do so.” For a long moment, I was very zoned out before I finally blinked and shook my head, snapping out of the trance and dropping my hand to my side.

    To my surprise, Jameson was still babbling, muttering something about consent and how he respected that but this was very spontaneous. Who knew that getting flustered like this made his inner Xander come out? On the outside, I kept my poker face but mentally I was smirking and dying of laughter. Confident Jameson Hawthorne, embarrassed and turning red in the ears must have been once in a lifetime opportunity.

    “Avery, I-” I walked up to him firmly and took hold of his tie, pulling him down and shutting him up with a kiss of my own to put him out of his misery. He stilled for a moment but that didn’t stop him for long as I felt one of his hands going to the back of my head, sliding against the intricate braid holding my hair together. 

    I let myself savor it for ten full seconds more before I let him go in a fit of hard panting. He looked only slightly affected but he let out a steadying breath before arching a brow. A question. What was that? What did that mean? 

    I forgave him; I knew that much but things couldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t get the best of me but we could still be partners until this, whatever this was, ended. I stuck out an open hand. “Game on.” 

    His brows furrowed. He was considering something.

    “Game on, Hawthorne,” I repeated. The moment he looked up again, a crooked smile graced his lips and the spark in his eyes lit them up against the dark of the night. “Game on, Heiress.” He reached forward and finally clasped my hand with his in agreement, giving a hearty squeeze as we shook on it. For a moment more, we just smiled at each other, knowing we were back on the same page. For now.

    That’s when he tilted his head in the general direction of the House. “Come on, let’s go.”

    “Where are we going?” 

    “You’ll see!” He grabbed my hand and we were running to somewhere, I didn’t know where but I was laughing, barely avoiding tripping over my dress, and Oren was probably trying to catch up but it didn’t matter. As we ran, Jameson’s grip sure on my hand, I looked up at the midnight sky and wondered what awaited us next.

[jadejetts]

feel like i should finally post the few bits of music related to astrothrill i've made in the few years past. its been long enough that i feel comfortable in doing so :]

most of the stuff i did in this time was with LMMS, which, a bunch of vsts are a buggy mess in!! genny vst is what i primarily used (with the SEGAudio soundfont later on), along with spooky keys as a theremin- the former randomly putting sustain on a note even when the entire song is turned off, forcing you to restart the program and keep trying to export until it decides to work fine, and the latter's wibbly-wobbliness is just. gone in newer versions. songs with spooky keys made in older versions will keep their wibbly-wobbliness, but placing any new notes is a no go!! in learning all this, I don't recommend LMMS to anyone unless it's a last resort- unless things have changed since i last used it!!

this here is my oldest piece of my astrothrill stuff, circa 2021. i had an imagery of a scorched hill with a once-abandoned base sitting atop it,, with it's new resident of Sairen-X9. WAY too depressing in hindsight for the main style I wanted to go for.

i eventually re-arranged the melody into something a lot faster and action-oriented. the first half of this was done in a few weeks after, but the second half was done a couple years down the line into 2023 after being stuck for ages. a fair bit better to what i thought i wanted!! nowadays i still feel it's not "bright" enough, this still feels like something you'd hear in the later half of whatever AstroThrill's gonna end up being, rather than something that sets the overarching tone of fun cartoony sci-fi yknow?? this only says final because i'm done iterating on this particular version rather than me feeling like it's ready- ill get it there eventually :]

onto another song now! this one's just a snippet, didn't get too far- but i feel like what Is there is quite close to what i want!! i've always enjoyed marches with that rolling drum sound (looking at astro blaster's queue music) and i did want to try and pull something like that off eventually!! the inspiration that gave me the spark for this was one of the final bits of music in fortnite's collision event- specifically when you're shooting down a bunch of spikes right above the zero point (shoutouts to Phill Boucher [pronounced boo-shay] who's music is too good for that game)

and then i experimented with it again, probably going "what if i cut it down or something. jazz jig rhythm for no reason" and it just kinda. formed into This. i am SO shocked and happy with how this little jingle turned out- i wanted it to feel older than the rest of the stuff i had, like late-70s to mid 80s, and sustaining the notes gave it that little extra flair that feels Perfect. instrument-wise can still be improved by going for actual old synths and not SEGAudio but it's what i got and used ghsCXLKH

this last snippet here goes back to sairen's theme- i just had another jolt of inspiration of the beginning melody in this song during a particularly tense game of capture the flag(? maybe it was infection) in halo infinite ghscvklhcklv after making this it made it very clear that what comes really easy to me music-wise is dramatic stuff darker in tone than the music AstroThrill needs, but this is still probably my second favorite piece i've done right behind the gamma co. jingle from an "instrumentation completeness" standpoint

i haven't fiddled around with music for a while and i definitely gotta get back to it!! these here are some of my favorite pieces of art i've ever done, mostly because music is so utterly special to me. not that other forms of art aren't!! but music is like. insane. shoutouts to micheal giacchino, mike morasky, tee lopes, a TON of people who've worked with nintendo (jun ishikawa, hirokazu ando, megumi ohara, yuuta ogasawara, ryo nagamatsu, shiho fujii, and naoto kubo to name a few), tony grayson and john "joy" tay for being some of my absolute favorite musicians and gigantic inspirations to me not just music-wise but art-wise as a whole

[n7lebron]

It took a while but here it is, Master Grade Gundam Barbatos! Only my second master grade and I decided to go out of my way and hand paint all of it. From the frame to the armor and weapons and even picking up the p-bandai expansion set and painting some of that too (a set I do plan to finish and post about eventually). And it was a lot! A little overwhelming at times and definitely is not something I'll do regularly at this scale but was so worth it in the end.

It has only been a couple of years since I started this hobby and being able to get this kind of finish was a bit of a dream for me then. There's still room for improvement and part of that will come with more experience, but seeing what a difference just a year of painting kits can make has me genuinely excited to keep going.

Now how about the actual kit though...

The bare frame is probably my favorite part of the kit and also is where most of the actual build is. Even unpainted it's so nice to look at and pose, it is such a treat to build up what's practically the skeleton of an action figure. Obviously though painting it takes it to a whole other level, as I did here with metallic paints from Mr. Hobby Aqueous and Tamiya. It's just a real joy seeing all the wires and pistons contrasted with the frame, especially on the backside. I was almost ready to leave it as is without the armor it's so good, but it is Gundam Barbatos and not just a Gundam frame so we continue with…

The armor! Nothing too different from the original gundam colors though. Some slightly altered base colors here, a few off-white panels there, some messy panel lines because I didn't rescribe the lines partially out of laziness, but overall I'm very happy with how it came out. Probably the most accidentally impressive thing to me was all of the white being so smooth, minus a couple of spots. Even now looking at the kit in my hand I don't entirely know how I did that with a brush. I will always recommend the Mr. Hobby Aqueous paints in general but definitely for hand painting specifically. It has the benefits of being very easy to work with like water based acrylics and being more durable than those too. But let's not forget about...

The weapons! Only a bit more interesting here, as they're mostly metallic, using all of the same colors as the frame as well as some new ones. The body of the smoothbore gun is, like the other colors, a slight deviation from the color guide. At first I wasn't sure if the copper (Tamiya's XF-28 Dark Copper) on the sword edge was going to be too much, thinking maybe I should've used a silver like the pile bunker on the mace, but I think it works well and helps the sword stand out from the rest of the loadout.

After all that the only thing missing is a top coat, which I haven't done yet because summer weather in NC can be real wet. So for now it'll have to go without one. But I'm not upset about it, other than the three primary colors being glossy it's like it doesn't even need one and looks great as is so I may skip it entirely. We'll see, next time though I'm go back to doing a few high grades starting with some more G-Witch p-bandai kits! Hope you enjoy! ✌🏼

[niningtori]

see me | chapter three: just out of reach

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu's your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 2.2k

notes: it's my favorite person's birthday, so of course i have to post. i love beomgyu so much, y'all. also, i really do plan on making a masterlist soon i SWEAR. i just haven't yet :,). see end of work for more notes :)

beomgyu tries every trick in the book, but nothing seems to help. he tries lessening the gap between you physically to see if it translates to emotionally, but you just brush off every encounter like he's some fucking kid tugging on the back of a grownup's shirt.

he puts on the clothes that he knows suit him best, the ones that drive all the girls crazy, but the most you ever do is compliment him with "i like your shirt, beomie!" and ruffle his silky hair just like you always have.

he even tries lowering his already baritone voice and whispering seductively from behind you, but all you do is ask him if there's something in his throat and giggle as his breath tickles your ear. it feels like he's putting on an entire monkey show for a brick wall, that's about how unresponsive you are to his advances. he almost wonders how you even got into your past relationships in the first place because you seem so oblivious it hurts.

"quick, what else can i do to get her to fall for me?" he texts his friends in a crisis. the trip is over tomorrow and he's made no material progress. he looks to them for the millionth time this week and by now they're all thinking the same thing: it's hopeless. still, the more pitying ones, kai and soobin, tiptoe around that thought while yeonjun and taehyun tell him in no uncertain terms that this entire endeavor is fruitless. it stings, if he's being honest, but in a way, he kind of knows they're right. he's becoming increasingly less subtle, but you seem to be unmoved by every action.

-

"why don't we go to a bar tonight?" yijun suggests in honor of your last night of vacation.

"i'm in," jia replies with a smile.

you heartily agree and decide to dress yourself up a little more than usual. your self confidence has taken yet another blow from yet another unfaithful partner, so the act of putting on makeup and a pretty outfit does wonders for your confidence, but beomgyu is more anxious than ever when he spots you in the outfit you've chosen for the bar. you're always pretty to him, as cliché and insincere as that may sound, but he knows you'll be turning even more heads than usual tonight. he imagines a man piquing your interest right in front of him and it makes his stomach churn. no way in hell is he gonna let that happen —

— is what he says, at least. but some random stranger piquing your interest is the least of his worries now that you're actually at the bar. never in his wildest dreams did he foresee what is actually happening before him right now, which is you being pulled away with a dazed look on your face by none other than doyoon himself.

"what the fuck is he doing here?" and it sounds so much like his own inner monologue he almost thinks it was he himself who said it, but he turns and sees jia with her signature scowl and knows it was actually her.

"that's what i wanna know," beomgyu mumbles.

"who is that?" yijun asks cluelessly.

"that's doyoon," jia answers with venom laced in her tone.

"oh shit, the doyoon?"

"the one and only," jia sneers. "fuck it, i'm going to get her!"

"baby, no," yijun reasons incredibly patiently. "you've gotta let her make decisions for herself. let her do what she needs to do."

"what she needs to do is get her ass back here."

"don't you trust her?" he asks with a frown.

"when it comes to doyoon? nope. not at all." beomgyu flinches at this. he'd been there and heard firsthand just how desperate you were to keep a connection with doyoon after your breakup. there were countless times when he overheard jia scolding you for texting him even after he essentially ripped your heart out, set it ablaze, and stomped on the ashes.

"you shouldn't have to beg somebody to love you, you know?" he remembers jia reasoning.

"i know that, it's just — i just really love him. i don't know who i am without him," you said between tears.

"that's exactly why you don't need him," jia replied softly.

he stopped listening after that. his heart broke with yours for the first — and certainly not the last — time.

beomgyu can't take it. honestly? you haven't even been gone for very long, but when he thinks of the fact that you're out talking to doyoon of all people, he can't help but take a large gulp of whatever liquor he can get his hands on. he's very obviously staring at you talking to doyoon, but you seem without a care in the world if the smile on your face is any indication as to how you're feeling. he can feel the fiery alcohol bubbling up in his stomach as it churns at the possibilities of what could be happening between you two. are you letting him back into your life? does that sentiment even apply when his mark seems to have never really left in the first place? he doesn't know. if he thinks about it carefully, maybe he never wants to know.

-

"how are you?" doyoon asks with the charming smile you used to love so much.

"i..." you hesitate to answer. if you're being honest, you're not doing too hot at the moment and haven't been in a very long time. doyoon seems to take your hesitation as an answer in and of itself.

"yeah, i'm not doing so well, either," he says with a ghost of a smile.

"really?" you ask, head whipping up towards him before you can reel yourself back in. doyoon was always doing well, and even when he wasn't, nobody would be able to tell.

"really."

"why not?" you can't help but ask.

"if i told you my career is at a dead end, would you laugh and tell me i deserve it?"

"... i don't know."

"thank you for not knowing instead of just saying you would," he laughs. "you know, you're a lot kinder than i ever deserved for you to be." you're taken aback by this. you can't believe he's referencing your past relationship in a positive way. after your one-sided breakup, you tried to keep in contact with him in every way possible until he straight up told you you were being pathetic. his words, not your own. what you're even more surprised at, however, is how much you don't care. your heart doesn't seem to clench at the mere sight of his face, let alone at his emotionally provocative words.

"you know, i have no right to say this, but i'm going to, anyway. i'm sorry for what i did to you. really, i am. and if you ever want to get a drink with me sometime, i'd really like to make it up to you."

"i can't believe you have the nerve to say that to me," you counter without missing a beat, shocking even yourself. it only takes you about a millisecond to realize how much you mean it, though. doyoon is floored, to say the very least, but he regains his composure smoothly, just like he always does.

"i figured, but i still thought i'd ask. i know you have someone now, too. i guess it's shameless of me to ask." you stare at him quizzically. could he be talking about donghyun? he can't be. there's no way he'd know about him.

"what do you mean?"

"oh wow, i'm surprised he hasn't told you yet."

"wait, what? who?" you're a little tipsy, so his circuitous way of talking is making your head spin.

"well, if you don't know, i'm sure you will soon," he smirks as he locks eyes with beomgyu, who is currently glaring daggers at him from across the bar.

"i'll let you go," he sighs. "it was nice talking to you, even if you secretly want me to fuck off and never speak to me again." you actually crack a smile at this.

"you know what? it was nice talking to you, too."

you needed this. you needed some tangible closure and you finally have it. as you walk back to your party, you feel lighter than you have in a long, long time. you're finally prepared to fully let go.

-

the night sky is alight with white stars and the salty air is cool against your bare legs. the sound of waves billowing back and forth lull you into a trance, but your reverie is broken by the sound of someone stumbling behind you.

"beomie?"

"hi," he greets a little too loudly while plopping down beside you unceremoniously. you can't help but giggle at how drunk he is. what a cute kid, you think.

"what are you doing out here so late? you should be sleeping it off by now," you tease, nudging his shoulders with yours. you almost notice him lean into your touch, but you don't quite catch it.

"just wanna think," he says.

"about what?"

"a lot of things," he shrugs. you hum in understanding.

"you know, we never got to finish our conversation the other day. what's been bugging you lately?"

he pauses for a moment.

"i'm kinda hung up on someone, honestly," he admits with a lopsided smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and you're genuinely stunned. he's never been particularly open about any girls he's been involved with, though there have been many based on what jia says. you'd be lying if you said you're not curious to know what kind of girl has the power to make the seemingly impenetrable beomgyu anxious, but you're mainly worried about how he's feeling.

"oh no, what happened?" you ask, sincerely concerned.

"nothing happened," he deadpans. "nothing ever happens. that's the problem." your brows knit in confusion.

"so you haven't made a move on her? why?" you can't fathom why beomgyu of all people would feel like this. he's never seemed to have an issue with getting whoever and whatever he wanted.

"i've tried, but i don't think she's interested in me in that way," he hints as nonchalantly as he can manage in his decidedly not-so-sober state. truthfully, he's not doing the best job at being discreet, either. but you don't notice a thing.

"i don't think that's true. i'm sure if you opened up to her she'd like you. you just have to be vulnerable and who knows? maybe she's interested but just doesn't know how to say it. she probably thinks you don't like her, honestly." his hazy eyes light up with hope. do you know you're the girl in question? are you both talking around the same point?

"you really think so?" he asks, heart racing. even through his drunkenness, he's putting the pieces together, albeit incorrectly.

"of course i do! i mean, you're a catch," you giggle and his heart flutters. "just be yourself and i'm sure you'll get somewhere with her. you can be so hard to read sometimes. maybe she just needs a little push?" the next second, your breath hitches as you feel warm lips latching onto yours. beomgyu is gripping your face with an intensity you've never known before. his lips are nice and warm, if a little chapped, while his eyes are scrunched shut with his long, dark eyelashes trembling in the moonlight. you gasp when he trails his hand down to the small of your back and he takes the opportunity to enter your mouth with his alcohol-laden tongue wrapping around yours. it's easy to melt into the feeling of pure heat with someone, especially when you're tipsy, so you do. you feel yourself melting further into his touch, but when he moans into the kiss, you finally register exactly who that someone is and push him off in a hurry.

"what the hell are you doing?!" you exclaim. you're panting now, face flushed and lips swollen, all thanks to him. he's absolutely fascinated by that fact. hypnotized, even.

"what do you mean?" he asks while blinking his big, watery eyes. he looks so innocent you almost can't believe he's the one who was snaking his tongue down your throat mere moments ago. oh. his tongue was down your throat mere moments ago. the thought itself has you sputtering out questions before your mind can quite catch up.

"w-what do you mean what do i mean? why'd you k-kiss me?"

"'cause i wanted to. 'cause i love you."

the world around you implodes and alarms blare in your ear. what the hell? you've only ever seen beomgyu as a good friend and maybe even a brother, but this? this was simply unprecedented. you would've never in a million years guessed that he harbored even a fraction of a non-platonic feeling for you. he must be drunk out of his fucking mind.

"i just love you so much," he slurs with his lisp in full effect. it's almost as if he can hear your thoughts and is intent on dispelling them.

you hesitate to reply and have the sorriest look on your face, so even in his current state he immediately understands that he misread the signs.

"beomie," you begin slowly and he winces. "i don't—"

"hey, i know. you don't have to tell me. i know," he says simply. "i was the one who misunderstood. you can forget this ever happened." he rises from your side and starts to walk away.

"beomie, wait!" you exclaim.

and, of course, he waits. you've always been able to gently twist his heartstrings in between your fingertips.

"yes?"

"i'm just.. i just don't want to lose you. you mean so much to me."

"you won't." and you never will. that's the problem.

you're at a loss for words, but he just smiles as if he already understands everything you can't seem to verbalize and it breaks your heart. why does it feel like he's the one babying you? with that, he turns away and resumes walking back to the house. you don't stop him this time. you don't have the guts to.

notes pt. 2: r u mad at me? i know i said this will probably be the final chapter, but there's so much more to say. i'm thinking there will probably be one or two more before i finally feel like the story has run its course. also, my pacing is so shit but i'm working on it <3 bear with me please! also, feedback is always appreciated! i'm a words of affirmation kind of gal.

[stars-n-spice]

Hi, I've been meaning to ask you for a long time. And how did Crosshair meet Tay after Tantiss? Well, provided they had their last meeting in a bar before that episode with Mayday. It will be interesting to read about this post or a small comic (I really like your drawing style).

Howdy! Thank you so much for this honestly, hearing that you like my drawing style made my week! 🩵🩵

As for your question, I honestly haven't thought much about how Tay and Crosshair would reunite on Pabu after their initial meetings prior to everything that happens after Mayday. I want to keep my Silly Squad AU as close to canon as possible, with stuff with them happening in between the episodes sorta "off-screen," so while Crosshair is dealing with being on Barton IV with Mayday and then being on Tantiss with Hemlock, in my mind, Tay is having to deal with some of the consequences of his actions and his past with Black Sun coming to bite him in the ass.

Before that they were meeting on and off and had a bit of a situationship going on, but as soon as they start to figure things out, that's kinda when Crosshair gets shipped off to Barton IV and things just go downhill from there.

Tay finds out about this transfer and does everything he can to try and find Crosshair. Of course, he hits a dead end eventually because nobody knows where the fuck Tantiss is, but he doesn't give up and eventually gets a tip-off that leads him to Pabu sometime after the events of S3.

I could see maybe Tay arriving at Pabu and is kinda at the end of his rope because he's been looking for months now with little to no success in getting any closer to Crosshair. He's not ready to give up yet, but he's slowly losing hope. Then he finally sees him. Tay makes his way up to the marketplace, and through the crowd, he's finally met with the sight he'd been longing to see all these months. It's Crosshair. Crosshair, laughing and smiling at something Omega said, walking through the marketplace with Batcher, looking happy and alive. It's better than Tay could've ever imagined.

After months of searching, they're finally reunited and can pick up where they left off. Of course, Tay is taken aback and horrified to hear everything that had happened to Crosshair, and in turn, Crosshair is completely touched and taken aback by the fact that Tay was actively looking for him and trying to get him back. Something his brothers didn't even try to do. And it's that latter fact that gives Crosshair reason to give Tay a second chance and let him back into his life so they can shoot their shot at being a normal couple.

Of course, there's angst in the reunion though as when they last saw each other, they were both working for the Empire so Crosshair is sent into a panic thinking Tay's still with the Empire and has come to take him back or something, but that's far from the case.

Or something like that, I'm not too sure yet. Hopefully that answered your question though! And thank you again for your ask and lovely words 🩵💫

[wool-f]

REINTRODUCING MYSELF

Hi gorgeous internet friends and readers, it has been a very long time since I last updated this blog.

I've spent a few months reflecting and redirecting myself, so I thought it was appropriate to make a return, and reintroduce myself.

My name is Gemma - I am the owner, writer and curator of this space! 

I’m a writer, journalist, artist and lover from Melbourne, Australia. 

If you’ve been here for a while you know that every year I make a list of 100 resolutions for each year on New Year’s Eve. 

This year, I wanted to tackle my year a little differently - smaller list, bigger dreams!! 

I’m not going to go through my entire list in detail here (you can watch a full video of the goals here if you like) but basically, I’m focusing on the bigger things that I’ve been chasing over the last few years that have remained just a little out of reach. 

I know its April and the first quarter of the year has finished and it might seem silly to rehash my resolutions and goals for the year, but I think revisiting the goals is a great way to stay on track or to get back on the bandwagon of success.

I’ve already completed a few things and have other items to tick off very soon, which I am very proud of. One thing I’m really focused on achieving this year is keeping the promises I make to myself. It’s important for my own self-worth and for the journey of becoming the person I want to be – the best version of myself.

I have been engaging with a lot of self-help and betterment content recently and the one thing I have noticed is this idea that we won't get opportunities if we aren't ready for and I fully believe in this sentiment.

Every opportunity I've been lucky enough to get my hands on, I've already had and developed the tools I've needed to do well at. This was not just luck, it's boiled down to hard work and perseverance and time.

I'm a very determined person, this is something I know and accept about myself. Sometimes though, if I can't see or haven't see the result or the method of action done before me, I find it hard to imagine and come up with a plan for myself. Not always, but sometimes.

I've come to realise I need to work on trusting myself and my intuition and letting those things guide me, rather than letting my fears limit me.

So after a long break away from this blog, I'm recommitting to myself to posting something once a week and tracking my progress in following my dreams.

I've applied for a working Visa for the UK and (all things going well) am planning to leave in July. Before then I want to achieve as many of my 2025 goals as possible, as the move will need my full and undivided attention.

To do this, I have structured a plan and daily routine for myself, similar to a 75-Hard Day challenge.

This is more of a 75-Hard lite version, but a structured plan to follow nonetheless.

So the 10 rules I'm following are: 1. Drink 3L of water daily. 2. Clock in 10,000 steps - either walking, running and in general movement. 3. Practice pilates or yoga daily. 4. Read on chapter of a book daily. 5. Meditate for at least 10 minutes daily. 6. Journal or Morning Pages daily. 7. One ab circuit daily. 8. Sleep at a reasonable hour. 9. Maintain a healthy diet. 10. Vlog my daily activity.

To not hurt my progress I'm starting on Easter Monday and will be tracking my progress on my TikTok in daily vlogs – hope over there if you want to follow more.

I'm anticipating that the structure of my day will instil a sense of purpose for me, and get me keen to tick off more than just my daily 10 tasks.

For now my beautiful readers, enjoy your Easter weekend and live the life you want to live!

I can't wait to update you in the coming weeks to see my progress on the challenge front and also on my 2025 list front.

Until then,

G xx